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𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐍𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!

a/n: okay now this actually is my ALL TIME FAVOURITE post that I’ve ever done ... I was literally kicking my feet and giggling while writing this ...

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SFW🌿

Wanda is such a sweet partner. She has so much love and she just needs a person to give her love to. What better idea than to have two people to love?

Nat felt hesitant at first. But got more comfortable with the idea when she saw you and Wanda interacting.

You have Mummy issues? They’re healed. They’re gone.

Wanda is the type of person to call you out of the blue, even when you’re at work. “I just wanted to hear your voice!”

Whereas if Nat called you out of the blue, you’d start to panic

The amount of support and encouragement in this relationship is out of this world.

Whenever you have a bad day, there is always someone ready to make it better

You guys have favourite tv shows and movies that someone will put on randomly, even if no one is watching it. All three of you agree that it’s for comfort; background noise is a must in the household. These are: → Gavin & Stacey: a british tv show that Nat originally thought was ridiculous but now you all do the accents → Modern Family: Wanda LOVES this show, she likes the family dynamics and that they’re always there for one another → Peaky Blinders: This is Nat’s favourite, she loves Tommy Shelby. There are certain aspects of the show that she can connect with → Vikings: all three of you like this show! Especially Lagertha; all of you have a crush on her. → Elf: yes, Wanda knows it’s a Christmas movie, but when she first saw it, she couldn’t stop. So Nat had to put a ban on it unless it’s near Christmas (which Wanda said was November 1st) → Mamma Mia: All three of you know the words to EVERY ABBA song. Once Yelena slept over and you had the movie playing and she became OBSESSED. → Every single Harry Potter movie: Wanda sees herself as a Hufflepuff (is actually a Slytherin), Nat knows and accepts she��s a Slytherin → Practical Magic: comes on during the start of Autumn/Fall and stays playing until the 1st of November

Wanda is an amazing cook, especially when it comes to baking. She usually makes a different sweet at the beginning of the week.

You literally don’t have to lock your house up because you’re protected by the two most formidable women on the planet

Nat’s love language is acts of service and secretly words of affirmation. She absolutely DIES whenever you say “I’m proud of you” or “You did a great job!”

And Nat is always the one to fix tires, lightbulbs and get rid of spiders

You might think that Nat would be against living in a cottage, but she absolutely adores it. It was your idea, and Wanda fell in love with it

There are many pets in your household, Nat felt like they were liabilities at first. She wasn’t used to a breathing thing continuously dependent on her

Wanda was a tad unsure as well, but she folded almost instantly

Your pets are: Trix: the newest addition to the family, she’s a little black kitten who is absolute chaos. She runs up and down the hallways, doing those weird little cat stances. It makes all three of you laugh. Malachi (nicknamed Mal): An Irish wolfhound who had been at the pound for years and was about to be put down Alf: grumpy ol’ fluffy cat who likes to sleep in the sun all day every day. funnily enough, his favourite human is Nat.

Alf bit Sam Wilson when he came to visit and he was so offended because usually animals LOVE him.

There are so many panic buttons around the house in case it becomes a target

Yes, you guys have your own rooms. But they’re basically where you keep your belongings.

Nat works a lot at night, so it’s usually you and Wanda at home by yourselves. When it’s bedtime, you sleep together

Nat’s pet names for you are: ‘sweetheart’, ‘darling’, ‘honey’

Wanda’s pet name for you is: ‘moja ljubav’ meaning ‘my love’. It’s in Serbian which is the official language in Sokovia, where she grew up.

Wanda hums a lot, it’s usually a lullaby from her childhood. It calms her down, especially when she’s worked up

Nat and Wanda like to slow dance in the kitchen. Wanda’s head gently leaning on Nat’s chest, their arms wound tightly around each other. The pots and pans on the stove completely forgotten.

Yelena visits often! She loves Wanda’s cooking, talking with you, and getting to see her big sister. You always beg her to sleep over, and most of the time, she does!

Wanda’s love language is physical touch and quality time. She loves when you kiss her face; peppering small kisses over her nose, cheeks, chin, and forehead.

When Sam comes to visit, he usually brings Bucky and although he starts off as moody, he soon comes to love staying over. He and Nat have a lot in common and chat about their pasts.

Wanda does your and Nat’s nails. She begs Nat to let her do pink but never wins

As a joke you bought everyone matching pajamas, and although it was very funny, you all wear them unironically

Wanda uses her powers for a lot of things, and you absolutely love it. It’s so handy! If something breaks, Wanda can fix it, if you’re out and guys are harassing you, she has the ability to LITERALLY CONTROL THEIR MINDS.

Nat is the least likely to hold grudges, then you, then Wanda...

You’ve all decided that you want to travel the world together. Nat may not appear as excited as you and Wanda (she’s already traveled the world, but that was for missions.)

Wanda wants to go to Disneyland. Can you imagine Nat and Wanda with the mickey ears on?!

Theme Song:

Gimme All Your Love by Alabama Shakes

Relationship Tropes:

✧ Moon (Nat) x Sun (You) x Eclipse (Wanda)

✧ Tragic Past x Ray of Light (this goes for everyone)

✧ The Impulsive (Wanda) x The Hyperactive (You) x The Unheeded Voice of Reason (Nat)

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midastouch013 · 20 days

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WandaNat Masterlist

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Pinocchio Situation

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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words don’t come easy - part two.

pairings | natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary | natasha romanoff falls in love with an 18-year-old girl in italy, and they began to have countless innuendos encounters. wanda maximoff began to think that their affair was somewhat unbearable while natasha; she has two months left to make the secret relationship count.

warnings | 18+! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! talks about kissing, talks about groping, wanda being infatuated by natasha, smoking.

notes | i shall hope this blows up and let me know how you feel about this story going on!

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I was having an infatuation with Natasha Romanoff, that Russian woman who can practically use me as a rug gets into my head like a river. It’s like when I first met her, my whole world began. I’m exaggerating at this point, but how else can I elaborate on how I feel towards this obnoxious woman? Maybe not obnoxious, a person that I admire. I remember laying down on this pool bench with my glasses all the way up to my nose when I could hear her footsteps crunching onto the gravel that leads to the other side of the pool. Just her saying: I’ll hold onto this book gets me all flustered and my stomach twirling into crazy knots. We began talking fairly often ever since last week.

She is confident and hilarious at times but can be serious too if you say something a little philosophical. Her hair was always braided, which sometimes makes me stare when I could see the end of her hair having this kind of bright blonde color. I asked one time what was the reason for her hair like that, she just gave me a shrug while taking her second cigarette from her lips – telling me that she just liked a little edge on her hair; something different. I admire her honesty and the way she elaborates things, it makes me feel like a stupid teenager who is highly educational. I’m infuriated by the fact that she has this power over me that I cannot control or say, I just let her do it as a submissive person can.

“Do you like flowers?” asked Natasha with her hands on her back, walking down the path all the way to my house since my parents have been gushing about my new friend in this town – which is her. I nodded as I let my fingers touch every grass. She asked again, “What kind of flowers?”

“Tulips and Lilies.”

She makes an ah sound as if sounding so interested – but can be so fake. Although knowing her, nothing ever comes out of her mouth was fake. Sometimes, I just have to make myself believe that every word she says is real and raw. I responded with my eyes glued to the gravel, “I like yellow tulips.”

“I like the yellow too.”

“I thought you’re more of the edgy type?” I joked, hoping she’d laugh. She did, but there was a subtle chuckle; I was okay with that.

“There is this flower called Narcissus, do you know what that means?”

I shrugged, pretending to know what it means when I don’t. I think I may have heard the term, I guess I never learned anything about it. And that was okay, as I try to let myself think that way. She continued, “It’s a Greek word. There is this story where the son of god Cephissus and the nymph Liriope, Narcissus was in love with himself that he stares into the river to see his reflection until Nemesis cursed him. That’s why he turned into a flower, a beautiful one.”

I chuckled, being so fond of the story that she was elaborating.

“Do you think you’re Narcissus?”

She shakes her head. “No, I don’t think so. I just admire the flower, not behind the story for it. Why, will I get cursed?” I hear her snicker, which made me feel the same way. Natasha knows how to joke, even though they can be awful. Sometimes, they are so awful that I almost roll my eyes with her wittiness. Her flirtatious manners are like from a book, she knows how to get me squirming from my seat with her simple sultry voice. But I have this thought that maybe she was just being friendly, I laugh at that.

When we both went inside my house, Papa and Mama were impatiently waiting by the table. I watched as Papa stood up from his rocking chair and hugged Natasha, almost bursting into a loud laugh when I could see Natasha’s face looking like it was squished. He said, “I’m so happy to meet you, your name is Natalia…?”

She shook her head but then responded kindly, “You’re very close, Mr. Maximoff. My name is Natasha, Natasha Romanoff.”

“Interesting pick here Wanda,” father remarked, turning his head at me and giving me a wink. Creep. “Listen, my daughter here barely makes friends. She has this one friend named Stacy and that’s the only girl she hangs out with. You’re a bit old for her age, but I’m sure you can manage her moodiness. Wanda can be–”

“Papa,” I sneered, my arms already crossed from his awful comments about me. He can be a snob, a person who likes to degrade someone no matter how much it takes. Natasha gave me a brief smile then looked away, wishing that she smiled for just a little bit longer. “You don’t have to say that stuff. I’m sure Natasha knows that I’m an eighteen-year-old girl.”

She knows that, of course. In fact, she keeps bringing it up once in a while to get on my nerves. It’s something that I can’t get away with whenever I’m hanging out with Natasha – she loves to be a tease, a flirt. Because that’s all she ever does, flirt then gives you these signs of friendship. What does that mean, really? Was she brainwashing me? Possibly, but I don’t know her intentions whatsoever.

Eating was not the fun part. Natasha and my parents were talking about architecture and photography since that’s mostly her lane. Pietro and I just sat there, giving each other looks whenever we can. He was my twin, of course, he knows what I’m thinking about. His eyes clearly say: your friend is making more moves with the parents other than you, how sad. Yes, it was indeed very sad and so depressing to see your “friend” making acquaintance or friendship with your parents. I was silent for most of the time, trying not to make a weird face whenever the tomato sauce hits deep on my tongue. Mama has gotten mad, she put a lot of salt in this pasta that I’m about to be in tears; no offense.

“I forgot to mention that your boyfriend will come soon, Wanda. In a day or two, he said that he has something special for you.” Papa says, his smile reaching up to his eyes that leave me a little concerned. He loved Steve since he was the first boy I’d ever dated. When we first told our parents, he was so happy that he started to invite him more to the house. And now; he’s sort of part of the family.

“I’ll grab another mattress.” I tell him without even looking up.

He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion, responding quickly: “Don’t you sleep together on the same bed?”

I shrugged my shoulders, stabbed my fork into the noodles, and twirled it slowly. And as soon as I lift my head, I see Natasha looking at me with expectation. Was she interested in whomever I was dating? “I mean, we do. I just don’t know… I kind of guessed you wouldn’t like that.”

“I trust Steve enough not to harm you,” responded his masculine voice with his broad posture. He had his reading glasses on and pushed it up to his nose.

“Well, he is a good boy. I like him a lot, you don’t have to bring another bed Wanda.” my mother said, basically siding with him too. I gave her a tight-lip smile – not knowing exactly if it was a good or a bad thing – and I continued eating. The silence went on, and I wondered how she was feeling knowing that I have a boyfriend. Was she disappointed? Did she ever want to make a move on me? I needed a reaction from her, meaningless to say if I had to hurt myself gruesomely; I’d do it. She would be my knight in shining armor, I was the helpless princess.

“I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

That simple statement got me into this frenzy stomach-churning that won’t stop until I make out a squeal from my mouth. She smiled – abruptly – and looked away, almost making me feel the disappointment crashing through my body and my veins. With that simple remark, it got me to think if she was jealous. Please, jealous? We’ve only met for a week; why would she be jealous?

Jealousy, are you jealous? Envious, perhaps? Clearly, it does show on her face but I can’t seem to put it into words. Maybe I’m just a homosexual freak. Homosexual? I’ve never used such a big term before. Usually, I’d just say gay and that’s it.

I brought Natasha inside my room and almost forgot that I had to clean up. The bed was a mess, a blanket was sprawled at the edge of the bed while on the window side – was my desk, full of used paper and a book on the price of salt was on the table; There was a stack of books in the window and usually, I’d sit and read there. Or maybe, I’d be writing a simple story about a girl who meets a boy. No scratches, maybe a girl meets a girl. I looked and saw Natasha taking a few steps around the room, noticing that there was another bed by the corner of the room. She turned and asked, “I’m assuming that desk is yours?”

“Well, you can’t really expect Pietro to read. He draws though, and he’s pretty damn good at it.”

She sits on my stool and hoists up her feet on the table – which was nerve-wracking, seeing her dirty feet on my paper. I rolled my eyes and leaned against the doorway while playing with the ridges of my loose blue shirt that was until to my thighs.

“The Price of Salt? Isn’t that like the movie Carol?” remarked Natasha as she had my book in her hand, flipping through the pages. “What is the book about?”

“I haven’t read it yet.” I responded, obviously lying through my teeth. If I tell the truth, I might as well become this smart-ass that she always knows; that she always sees. But right now, I just want her to see me.

She continues to rummage into my personal belongings until there’s an object that caught her eyes. Natasha bravely pulls out a cigarette box that clearly wasn’t mine – it was Pietro’s. But she looks at me with a gasping face and says in an exaggerating tone: “My, My, Wanda. You smoke?”

I rolled my eyes and yanked the box away from her hands, throwing it at the side of Pietro’s bed. She looks behind her shoulder and nods but still has that evident smirk on her face that angers me so much. God, she can be so oblivious – yet so charming that makes me want to slap her face. Cocky but serious, funny but mean. Not in an offensive way.

“I don’t,” I say. She nods slowly and takes out one stick of cigarette and reaches for the lighter on the table and gives it two flicks before the end of the bud starts to burn. Natasha inhales slowly and breathes it out, covering my whole room with the harsh smell of smoke. I wanted to say that it was inappropriate to do it at this time, but I find myself being comfortable with the silence that has built around us. I grabbed a chair by the wall and sat down beside her, grabbing the stick from her hand and inhaling it. All so suddenly, it felt rough around my throat; like I was nearly choking. I only did that to get her attention – which worked.

“Jesus Christ, Wanda!” she scolded, grabbing the cigarette from my mouth and putting it right back between her lips. I laugh as she has this kind of worry flushed face, it was as if she’s fearing for my parents to find out. I was old enough to make my decision anyway, so technically she has no crime. “You’re going to get me in trouble.”

“Please,” I click my tongue on the roof of my mouth and leaned against the chair – bringing my arms out until I see the sun striking through the windows of my room. “Are you going to live here forever?”

“I love it here,” responded Natasha with a hazy voice, nodding as she takes another blunt; a thick one. “I’d stay here forever, Wanda. It’s my favorite place in the world, my comfort zone. I don’t want to go back to the States… I’d rather be here than in that hellhole.”

“Jeez, you hate your own country that much?” I joked and she didn’t laugh; I sort of regretted that. “Sorry, that was bad.”

“It’s not.”

She finishes her cigarette and throws it out of the window, which that considers littering. I hate that very much; but for her, I’ll let it slide. We continued to sit in silence, sort of appreciating the company that we both share. I, on the other hand, wanted to know if she was a little envious of my boyfriend a while ago. It seemed that she didn’t – which makes me feel anxious and frustrated, I start to think to myself that this felt so stupid and immature, that I had a boyfriend and he loved me. That’s what only matters, not from a woman who thinks of me as a child.

A friend.

A companion.

Fuck this shit.

“I sometimes think maybe I should go home,” says Natasha with a long sigh, breathing through her nose roughly. Without looking right through her eyes, I could tell that she feels lonely in this country. I hope to be that friend that matters to her. “Like, what if I do come home? But everything there is just shit, they don’t accept me.”

“Who doesn’t?” I asked curiously, scrunching my eyebrows together until I realized that she was being serious. So my face softened and pat her back like a good friend, squeezing it if I may add. That’s totally normal, right?

“I’m a lesbian, Wanda. I have dated numerous women in my life – yet I never found that person who could love me as much as I love them.”

“Maybe they don’t commit,” I responded, trying to lighten up the conversation. Boy, was I even trying? I continued with a strangled throat, “Falling for a girl who can’t commit is a bad idea, Natasha. Never get into that.”

I was surprised that she was a lesbian, I thought that maybe she had a boyfriend somewhere in other parts of Europe – fighting for her, making the most money for their future. But as I keep repeating the words she has told me, I realize how homosexual she can be. It radiates, especially with the choice of her clothing. I couldn’t help but laugh and throw my head back, clapping my hands together.

“What are you laughing for?”

I breathed, shook my head, and sighed – the laughter dying down from my throat. I could feel my cheeks swell with pain that it felt too tight around my mouth. I answered her, “Well because, I always knew that you’re like… you’re into girls. I’ve found inappropriate magazines on your desk one time.”

She playfully slaps my arm and laughed, covering her face with her left hand with embarrassment. I loved seeing her laugh, her smile – even though she’s probably upset with me because I might’ve exposed her with the deepest secrets that shouldn’t have been said. Natasha pushes her hair back on the top of her head, looking to the side to catch my eyes.

For a minute, we stared. Until she broke it and whispered, “It’s a shame, you know?”

What does she mean by that?

“I don’t understand,” I responded, dragging the words out of my tongue. I asked, “Elaborate it clearly for me, please.”

She gave me a long pause, a very long pause. I was starting to get impatient, yet I sat there with my knees up on my chest. And when she answered, I was at the edge of my seat. But it wasn’t the answer that I was expecting from her.

“Nothing.”

I scoffed with a laugh. “What a loser.”

“I’m not a loser, Wanda. I just–Nothing, I promise.”

Oh was I hoping too much? Could it be? Was she truly envious of Steve? I could feel my lips curling into a smile but hid it very well, as I should do. I don’t want her to know my infatuation for her – it might make everything awkward since she probably does not see me that way. Yet again, I was just an immature child to her who’s slightly smarter. She’s just a woman from Italy that I should get over when I leave this country and maybe never come back.

“You should come to a party this Friday, my friends would like to meet you.”

“Oh,” I nodded, smiling giddily at her. I could see the way she rolls her eyes when I mentioned quickly: “I’ll bring Steve, I’m sure he’ll love you.”

That wasn’t the best move. I shouldn’t have done that, but again – I wanted to get that reaction from her, the anticipation of just knowing that she has this adrenaline of punching Steve. I’d die to see that day happening, I’d bang my head against the concrete wall when she comes up to me and kiss my lips hungrily, touches my breasts like some mad woman who is hormonal. I wanted it so much that my core started to beat relentlessly.

And when night occurred, she left with a small hug she gave to me. I watch her as she flees away from me, away from my house. Now, I feel incredibly lonely. I could feel my heart dropping to my stomach and realized how stupid I was for being this immature towards a woman who’s seven years older than me. Our age gap wasn’t that big of a deal. In fact, it was appropriate since I’m an eighteen-year-old girl. But whenever I see her, she acts like a thirty-year-old woman who is so educated. When it was the other way around, I’m not saying she’s stupid though.

Stupid me, stupid feelings. I have a boyfriend, I want to be loyal to him. He’s loyal to me, he loves me. Do I love him? Eventually, I will. Then my parents would be the happiest people on earth, jumping around in the field of dandelions like it was a fairy-tale. Perhaps Natasha was a fairy-tale, a prince charming that I find immensely alluring. What would it feel like to be kissed by her? Would she kiss me?

Would she…

thoughts? <3

#natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff #nat x wanda #natasha x wanda #wandanat angst #wandanat fic #black widow x scarlet witch #wdce series #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff

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rxmqnova · 2 months

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Y/N: *sneaking in through her window*

Natasha: *turning in her chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Y/N: I was with Wanda?

Wanda: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

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delulu-with-wandanat · 25 days

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Nat’s pov Wanda’s pov

Nat using her 7 inch strap—

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha #wanda x natasha #wanda #wlw #natasha x wanda #nat fckin her out of her loneliness

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Should Have Knocked

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: When you barged into Natasha's room without any warning, your mouth parted at the scene in front of you. You certainly didn't expect to see Wanda grinding her hips unabashedly on Natasha's strap on, her red tendrils of magic wrapped securely around the assassin's hands that were pinned to the headboard.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI 18+, Threesome, Being Walked in on, Strap-ons, Fingering, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Dirty Talk, Sub Reader/Dom WandaNat, Aftercare

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Staring intently at the knife in your hands, you deftly manoeuvred your fingers in a certain way to have the knife spin between them before letting the blade slip through your fingers to flip through the air before catching it via the handle. A sound of joy escaped you when you successfully caught the metal after flipping it, trying it once again and succeeding before deciding to find Natasha to show her the flip.

A few days ago, you asked the redhead to teach you how to do the trick, in awe of how her fingers skilfully let the knife move within her grasp. You watched her do it multiple times, a little embarrassed when you couldn't get the hang of it before the assassin had to leave you to go to her girlfriend. Now however, you had learnt how to do it and were extremely keen on showing her how well you could do it now.

Swiftly walking through the compound, you made your way to her room, hand reaching for the handle and practically barging right in before freezing on the spot.

Oh.

Oh fuck

Was the series of thoughts that entered your mind when you barged into Natasha's room without any warning as your mouth parted at the scene in front of you. You certainly didn't expect to see Wanda grinding her hips unabashedly on Natasha's strap on, her red tendrils of magic wrapped securely around the assassin's hands that were pinned to the headboard. Your gaze drifted across the exposed skin, Wanda's breasts moving each roll of her hips, Natasha's arms flexing as she tried to fight her girlfriend's magic, desperate to touch her skin and drive her mad with pleasure.

A soft moan that fell from Wanda's lips snapped you back to reality, knife falling to the floor. You had just walked in on Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, and Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, having sex. Two of the most powerful women in the world were having an intimate moment and you were currently staring at them.

Two sets of piercing green eyes then met yours, your face flushing with embarrassment while panic filled you. Your eyes widened as their lust-filled ones stared at you, your hand nervously going to cover your eyes while you other hand reached backwards in search of the door handle.

"I..uh..Iwillbegoingnowbye, sorry!" you blurted out, desperately trying to find this stupid door handle before turning around and trying to rush out of the room. God, you should have knocked.

"Wait Y/n," sinfully groaned one of the women, making your entire body freeze on the spot, arousal flooding through you at the tone of their voice, the way your name fell from their lips. Wait, did one of them actually say your name, or was your mind playing tricks on you? Maybe, just maybe, you had a very, very, very little crush on both of them, how could you not? Natasha was one of the fiercest women you had ever met but she was also kind and extremely smart when it came to thinking of quick solutions on missions. Wanda was also the sweetest woman you had ever met, bonding with you over the sitcoms you both watched whilst also being the most caring person ever, always keen on trying to make you laugh or happy.

"Y/n, come here," Wanda practically whined whilst rolling her hips down on Natasha's lap, her hands moving to grope at her chest while another small sigh left her lips.

Hesitantly, you made your way back to them, eyes firmly fixated on anything but the young Sokovian riding the assassin, the soft moans spilling from her. Whilst trying to think of an apology, you stumbled over an item as you walked over to their bed, eyes casting down to see a red set of lace panties scattered on the floor, a visible wet patch of arousal on them making you groan quietly. The sound, however, was not missed by Natasha who leaned up to Wanda with her signature smirk engraved onto her face, hands now free of the magic. The redhead murmured something lowly into the witch's ear, a guttural moan leaving Wanda's lips as she snapped her eyes back over to your shy and nervous form.

When you reached the bed, you kept your eyes on the floor, not wanting to meet the gaze of either intimidating woman and tried to still have some sort of respect for them. The room filled with a brief silence, you practically able to hear your heart pounding in your chest, ready for them to be angry or upset with you.

"So Y/n, how long did you think you could hide this from us?" taunted Wanda, a sly smirk taking over her face, eyes briefly flashing red while Natasha's gaze turned predatory. Confusion flashed across your face at the question until Natasha continued,

"The lingering looks? The squeezing of your thighs every time one of us would pin you in training? The look of want in your eyes as you practically undressed us with them?" The spy's face was stoic as she looked at you, panic flooding through your body at their words.

"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful-" a finger placed itself on your lips as you muffled the end of your rambling apology against their digit.

"Hush Detka," teased Wanda. "We haven't even gotten to the best bit yet," her accent wrapped around her words sultrily, adding a slight rasp as she let out a small whimper while climbing off Natasha's lap, desperate to feel full again. "There's something Natasha missed in that list, isn't there?" Her naked body came into view, finger pressing into your chin and guiding you to look at her. Your mouth parted as you saw the darkened look in her eyes, eyes raking over your body while her teeth subconsciously bit down on her bottom lip. "She missed those dirty little fantasies you have about us," Wanda purred, Natasha now at your side, strap on discarded, teeth nibbling softly on your earlobe while her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. You glance over to the assassin, your pupils dilating at the pure hunger in her eyes along with the silent question of taking your shirt off. You nod subtly, the item then being pulled off while Wanda then guides your face back to hers with her finger on your chin once again. "We want to make those fantasies real, is that ok?"

"Yes, please," you practically moaned, Wanda's lips then crashing against yours. You moan at the intensity of the kiss, her hands threading through your hair while Natasha removes the rest of your clothes till you're left in only your underwear in front of them. Your hands hesitantly go to Wanda's waist, her pulling back from the kiss with a smile while Natasha's mouth goes to your neck, littering it in open mouthed kisses making you groan.

"You're so beautiful Kotenok," the redhead husks out, biting down softly on your neck before pulling back to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Her hand turns your face to hers, a little rougher than Wanda did, making you whimper while she smirks into the messy but hot kiss.

Soon, you're guided onto their bed, chest rising and falling with anticipation as both women crawl to your sides, laying down next to you with softer looks in their eyes at your nervous state. Wanda's mouth places open mouthed kisses along your collar bones, fingertips dragging down till they meet your chest, eyes flickering to yours to gauge your reaction.

"Tell us to stop Detka and we'll stop," she tells you, her hand slipping to your back to unclasp your bra before pulling the item off you. Natasha's hand moves further down your body, mouth recapturing yours for a searing kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it easily. It wasn't like you were putting up a fight.

"You're so wet for us Kotenok," Natasha sighs out against your lips, a small moan leaving you when she circles your clit through your soaked panties. "I bet you've been thinking about this happening for so long," you let out a shaky breath when she slides your panties to the side, Wanda's mouth kissing teasingly along your chest. "Tell me Dorogaya, who was fucking you? Whose fingers were buried deep inside you?" The moan you let out at her words was sinful, mind clouding with pleasure as Wanda finally took a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling expertly around it.

"Fuck," you groan out, Natasha's fingers swiping through your folds, your arousal coating her fingers as she draws small and slow circles on your clit. "You," you sigh out, the redhead chuckling at your affected state before leaning in to capture your lips again, finger moving down to your entrance and sliding in. A guttural moan escapes you at her long slender digit stretching you open, her finger curling at your weak spots to have you losing yourself in the pleasure. Her fingers lazily stroke inside you, thumb moving to circle your clit while Wanda releases your chest from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two together before she pulls further away.

"What was I doing Detka?" Wanda murmurs near your ear, Natasha moving to kiss your neck while Wanda claims your lips.

"You were..." you trail off for a moment, Natasha sliding in another finger effortlessly causing your mind to blank for a moment, "You were riding my face." You see Wanda's eyes widen at your words, Natasha groaning at the crook of your neck, fingers thrusting into you a little faster now. "Please," you practically beg while pleading with her to sit on your face with your eyes. She presses her lips to yours roughly, moaning at your words before pulling away and positioning herself above your face, Natasha's face now at yours.

"Be a good girl and make me come," Wanda husks out, fingers running through your hair as she slowly lowers herself onto your face. Both of you moan at the contact, her moaning at the way your tongue expertly swirls around her clit, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her closer while you moan at the taste of her, and the way Natasha starts to pepper kisses along your inner thighs. You thrust your tongue into the witch, groaning into her at the warm and wet feeling of her pussy clenching around you, moving your hands so that you can circle her clit.

Natasha moves to lick a stripe up your core, you moaning lewdly into Wanda as the assassin's tongue swipes over your clit, her mouth occasionally sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to have you bucking against her face. Her fingers start to pump into you at a merciless pace, Wanda's hands tightening in your hair as she rolls her hips against your face. You decide to flatten your tongue, letting her rut against it while moans spill from her lips.

"Shit that's it Detka, right there," Wanda moans, lolling her head back and showing off her defined jawline and neck, a groan leaving you when you open your eyes to admire her body. Her hips frantically start to rock against your face, Natasha's fingers driving you delirious with pleasure as your orgasm nears. "I'm gonna come-" Wanda cuts herself off with a scream, hips stuttering as her cum drips onto your tongue, a guttural noise leaving you at the feeling and taste of her.

Natasha curls her fingers inside you at the perfect spot, your body tensing as your orgasm rips through your body, a loud moan being muffled by Wanda's thighs around your head. Your legs shake with the intensity of your orgasm, the spy fucking you through it and straight into a second making your mind completely clouded with pleasure. Your body trembles as she lets you ride out your aftershocks, Wanda climbing off your face and softly cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips, moaning at the taste of herself while you whimper when Natasha pulls out.

"You did so good for us Detka," Wanda softly whispers, seeing how tired you were becoming after two powerful orgasms tearing through your body.

"We're so proud of you," Natasha adds after sliding one of her digits into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you before offering Wanda the other, a moan escaping her as she hollows her cheeks around her girlfriend's finger, cleaning your arousal off it. You watch with an awed expression, a groan leaving your mouth at the sight.

Before you can worry about whether they want you to stay or not, Wanda snakes her arm around your body, bringing you closer to her and letting your face rest at the crook of her neck, your gentle breaths tickling her skin. Your body jumps a little when you feel Natasha clean you off with a cloth, not wanting you to sleep without being washed a bit and helps her girlfriend before discarding the cloth in the bathroom and returning to the bed with you two in it. Her body slots in behind yours like the lost piece of a puzzle, one of her toned arms wrapping around your waist like Wanda's, her mouth pressing a soft kiss to the base of your neck. Wanda also places a soft kiss to your hair, your body drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of their arms while the other two women share a knowing look.

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wandasfifthwife · 10 days

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⁺˚⋆｡°✩₊BABY IM YOURS MASTERLIST₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ summary || your friend suggests a way for you to let go of your daily stress and enjoy intimacy—finding a dom. you end up finding not one, but two and on top of that you end up craving more than what you signed up for. (I suck at summaries i’m so sorry)

༺ tw summary || a majority of this storyline is 18+ so MDNI, dom!natasha, dom!wanda, sub!reader, bd/sm play, smut, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, top!wanda, switch!natasha, bottom!reader, reader is feminine/afab, wanda/natasha established relationship (dating) —> wandanat & reader established relationship, reader’s friend/roommates won’t have a name!

༺ a/n || comment if you’d like to be included on the taglist!!

3.2k ୨୧ finding you

3.0 ୨୧ good girl

2.6k ୨୧ patience is a virtue

0.0 ୨୧ hot tub | coming soon

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wandasverison · 1 month

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Wanda x Nat x Reader - Where y/n recently got cheated on and gets drunk at their favorite bar.

A/N: A VERY shitty drabble I did while also drunk! y/n who

“Are you shooting whiskey?”

“Are you watching me?” The remark comes off harsher than you’d have liked. Under normal circumstances you’re significantly less bitter, insolent, and a little less drunk.

“Sorry to offend, it’s hardcore…honestly” the redhead takes a seat next to you. As she sits down you realize just how drunk you are because at first glance, you missed how entirely captivating she is. Her eyes seem to physically pierce through you, the leather jacket she bears, perfectly hugs her waist, and… fuck… you’ve been staring haven’t you.

“I’m Nat, glad you think I’m attractive,” her hand extends to shake yours.

Caution is what brought you here and heartbreak is why you’re way too many shots in.

So you allow her hand to still in the air and as much as it pains you, “you’re not attractive. I’m just drunk.” It’s the meanest thing you’ve said to someone. You know you’re just taking your anger out on this exceedingly enchanting person, but you’ve never released this type of energy before.

“You may not be entirely sober, but I can tell when someone is lying and that first part-” she leans in to whisper in your ear, “was a lie.”

The warm breath on your ear sends shivers down your spine but you keep composure and take your shot once she moves back to her normal position, “since you rudely interrupted that.” You’ve previously been chasing with a sprite, but this time you bear a calm face, attempting to show your dominance. “What do you want from me, nat?” still confused (but not entirely upset) by her presence.

“You’re a feisty one, Wanda will love that-”

“Who?”

“Jesus, Nat! I thought I told you not to just approach anyone without me!?” a flustered woman takes the seat to your left and it makes you question why you picked a spot so available, “but gosh are you cute!” her discomposure fades as she stares at you endearingly.

“And who are you?” you try your best to act upset, but this girl is just as ethereal as her friend.

“I’m Wanda, but no need for bios and summaries honey, would you like to go home with us tonight?”

The shock hits first, but soon arousal follows. Unfortunately this time it’s impossible to hide the chills shooting down your spine and your body fails you with a shudder.

No one, not even your ex was this forward with you. You can’t tell if it’s the liquor or your recent breakup that’s causing your body to act so involuntary, but it feels as if you’re fighting against yourself. Angry and growing frustrated with your actions exposing your subconscious, you turn your spite toward the newer woman, “you think I just came here to get picked up by random girls? I’ll have you ladies know this is one of my favorite bars in the area, I’m here because-”

Nat cuts you off, “I think you’re here because you’re upset about something, you’ve been wronged, you’re not mean, you’re certainly not convincing as an asshole, and you’re definitely not domina-”

“What Nat is trying to say is… we want to help you.” Wanda drapes her arm around your shoulder, tugging you in close so you can hear her murmur, “you seem quite tense… why not let us relieve you, sweetheart?”

#truthfully don’t know how I feel about this #so it may be gone #or it’ll get edited and become a whole thing #it’s a love hate thing #wanda maximoff #wanda fanfic #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda x nat x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha x reader #Natasha romanoff x reader

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romanoffsbish · 3 months

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Close Your Eyes; Give us Your Hand

WandaNat x Fem!R

Warnings: Drained / Overworked R | Sad Lovers

When your girlfriends come back from their mission they are met with an unfamiliar feeling of loneliness. You didn’t intend to worry them, but you got used to going through the motions of the cruel world alone and it is apparently up to them to bring you back to a more peaceful reality. | WC: 4,238

Wanda knew something was off when you left this morning, she barely got a kiss on her cheek as you rushed out the door to get to work. Normally you'd cuddle into her as she cooked, eat breakfast with both of them, then you'd rush out so you weren't late. This anxious rush out the door was deeply concerning.

Natasha felt it as she ran into you in the hallway, literally, your rushing body slammed right into her sweaty one, her arms wrapped around you to steady you, but also to offer some comfort. "Everything okay lovebug?" The redhead gazed at her watch, noticing that it hadn't even hit 5am, her concern deepened.

"Sorry Nat," you rushed out, both in speech and from her arms, shocking her a bit. "I'll see you later."

The redhead stood in the hall, a bit bewildered as the usual response to a hug is your body melting. Her once easygoing morning off was now riddled with worry.

"What's up with lovebug?" Wanda sighed as she saw the redhead enter the apartment with a clear frown. "Okay, good, so it's not just me who sees it then..."

——

Natasha shook her head, and approached Wanda to give her a reassuring kiss on her forehead. "Let me go get cleaned up sweetheart, then we can figure it out?"

Wanda nodded, then moved back to the kitchen to finish making the breakfast you'd skipped out on...

Meanwhile, you were clocking into work—early, head hung low from a mix of both exhaustion, and guilt.

Not only have you allowed yourself to be severely overworked, by the kind of boss who doesn't lift so much as a finger, but you're also now lacking in the girlfriend department. They'd been gone on a mission for a month so you'd become so used to just rushing on out, and sleeping alone. A cycle that perpetuates hurt.

Now that you have a minuscule moment to think, you realized that you left the both of them with a frown.

You didn't have time for guilt though, so now your frustrations are heightened, and you wanted to leave, but bills don't stop, so you very well couldn't either.

"Y/N to the front, a party of two is waiting for you."

You looked at your watch and cringed, not only did you have unread messages in your group, "Lovers," but it was way beyond the time in the shift where one should take a break, and you hadn't had one, now it was lunch.

Lately, you'd been working through at least part of your lunches, to ensure your productivity remained proficient (even if capitalism barely benefited you). Working your body down until you're on fumes while hardly profiting is just not beneficial in the long run.

You knew that, but again, the bills never stopped.

Your boss raised a brow in question in your direction, and you simply shrugged, pretending you didn't know what (who) was awaiting you at the front of the store.

Wanda's face lit up at the sight of you, but Natasha's eyes observed you with concern as you were sluggish.

"Hey my loves," you greeted, tone clearly exhausted, but you wore a soft, appreciative smile. "What's up?"

Wanda lifted her arm, showcasing the bag in her hand. "You left without breakfast, so we brought you lunch." You winced at the call out, words at the ready to both defend your rush, and to get out of the current offer.

The natural redhead saw it in your eyes and frowned. Natasha reached for your hand, and tugged you out the door towards a table before you could turn them down. You knew then that there was nothing you could do to skip all of today's breaks, and your body was relieved.

It was frigid outside, even with the sun still shining, so Natasha naturally pulled your body against hers as she sat beside you, and this time you melted into her, making her heart beam with endless joy. Nat kissed your temple, and you snuggled closer. As you cuddled into one, your other girlfriend unpacked her bag.

"I made soup," she slid a bowl in front of you, then ladled some from her tupperware, you eyed it warily. "It's good detka, for your body and in flavor, eat up and maybe there'll be something sweet to follow." Wanda slyly held up a bag of homemade cookies, you smiled as you caught her playful wink, then you moaned, "This is delicious my love!" You shoveled down the spoonful of whatever soup Wanda had made like you hadn't eaten in weeks, and in part, that was true.

TV dinners, vending machine snacks and skipped breakfast was the previous, solo months meal plan.

Wanda knew, you know she did. The soup was packed full of vegetables, from her garden you presumed, but you couldn't taste the undesired flavors as she had added a delightful array of seasonings to mask them. It's not that you don't like vegetables, it's just that you don't like them enough to consume them on your own.

"Thanks detka," Wanda chirped, eyes full of adoration fell on you, but you were too busy eating to notice. The women watched you silently, eyes flitting between your face and the others. They had a mental conversation, one that would require your later input, but for now they just wanted to enjoy the serenity of the moment.

"Are you guys going to eat?" Natasha squeezed your hip as Wanda shook her head. "We already had some, this whole container is for our hardworking detka."

"So eat up krasivaya," Nat purred against your temple, a smirk sent Wanda's way as you squirmed beside her.

You giggled, hiding your face against the redhead's shoulder, stomach suddenly alit with the nerves you usually feel whenever your lovers compliment you.

Everything was feeling lighter, even after less than twenty minutes, the dark cloud above your head had all but disappeared. "Thank you guys, I have been—."

"Y/N to the dock," the speaker crackled, interrupting your moment of calm, and repeating with unnecessary urgency. You nearly groaned, but you put the mask back on as you stood up, and slid your hands down over your uniform, ironing out any wrinkles.

"That wasn't even thirty minutes..." Wanda huffed, you sighed, "From the moment I left the back it counted."

"That can't be legal," Natasha grumbled, but she stood up and pulled you in for a tight embrace. "We'll be at home, waiting for you. Your shift ends at two right?"

You nodded against her chest, and allowed yourself an extra second just to breathe her calming, woodsy scent in before giving her a soft peck and migrating into the embrace of your slightly taller girlfriend. Wanda held you so tight that your tense back actually popped, you groaned into her neck, but it was in clear satisfaction.

When you pulled away you heard a crinkle, and found your pocket was filled with a ziplock bag full of cookies. "Thanks Wands," you leaned in to peck her lips, but her hands trapped you for a moment longer as she deepened the kiss. It had been ages since she last had been able to, and your time constraints need not apply.

Natasha pulled her away from you after a moment, allowing you the chance to head in (against their hearts desire) and they waved you off with loving smiles.

"We are in agreement?" Wanda nodded, kissed her on the cheek, then left the redhead behind to fly home.

Natasha sat in the car they'd driven, listening to an audiobook while eating some of Wanda's cookies; watching, and waiting for you to leave the store.

Three hours later, an hour beyond your shifts end was when she finally caught a glimpse of you. It broke her heart to see your unfiltered face, the mask you wore for them had fallen, and you just looked fragile, like glass.

She would be fixing that...

As soon as your car tore out of the parking lot she got out of hers, the overwhelming sadness became anger, and your boss barely made it two steps out the door. Natasha had not so gently pressed her into the wall to the right of the store where the merchandise trucks sat. Offering privacy, and shielding her public reputation as a reformed Russian assassin turned America's hero.

"For starters, you never saw me," Natasha's voice was clipped, to Amy—the boss, it was all too menacing. It took her less than a second to nod her head. "Good."

"Now, as for my business. Y/N has been being worked too hard, so now, you are going to offer her time off."

"I-I don't have the capability to—," she had stuttered, but Natasha's darkened laugh full of cynicism cut her off, her voice was even deeper now, "You and I both know you can make it happen. Don't play dumb Amy."

"Okay...”

Natasha smiled devilishly, "See, I knew you were smart enough not to test a widow's patience..." she lifted her right hand up, fingers pinched, "It's very thin."

Amy nodded, her throat bobbed as she gulped down her fear to ask the necessary question, "How long?"

"Three months."

"Um, that's a long time, I can maybe do a month..."

"Fair point," Natasha mused, pretending to consider it, but then she cleared her throat and lowly said, "Still not nearly as long as you'll spend begging for mercy for all the damage you've done to our beautiful angel."

"Consider it done," she squeaked, and Natasha winked as she let her go. "Pleasure doing business with you."

"Oh, and Amy..." Natasha stopped, then pointed her finger at the slightly trembling woman. "Y/N's not to work beyond the actual limits again. Understood?"

"Mhm..."

Natasha walked away with a triumphant smirk, keys twirled around her fingers as if she had just been on a normal stroll, and hadn't just threatened a civilian. The women's love knew no bounds for you though, so they would break every rule known to man for your sake.

Which is why Wanda was turning your living room into a dream as you both drove back home. Fortunately, with their Avengers salaries, you'd been on the top floor, in the luxurious loft. Your living room alone was the size of the average New York single bed apartment.

With the help of her magic she was able to create a massive fort, giving the nostalgia of childhood to you, but also leaving room for a premium air mattress, the TV, and a table full of your favorite movie snacks. It was nearly perfect, all she needed was you to arrive.

As the heard the keys in the door she made a beeline to cut you off just as soon as you entered, trying to keep the surprise hidden until Natasha returned with the rest of what's meant to be found within. Wanda's lips quirked up as she watched you enter, your shoulders shook as you adjusted to the enveloping warmth that contrasted the outdoors, and you smiled as she took your jacket and beanie off to hang on the racks.

"Welcome home," she hummed, and pulled your still slightly shivering form into her even warmer embrace. "I've run you a bath sweetheart, let's get you relaxed."

You leaned into her instantly, and kissed her throat. "Oh my love," your eyes instantly glossed over in gratitude as you whined, "You didn't have to do that."

Wanda playfully glared at you as she reluctantly pried you off of her body, and asserted why she actually did. "You are stressed and overworked, the actual least I could do is to take care of you detka, which I love."

You allowed her to undress you further, then help you ease into the tub that radiated with a calming warmth. Wanda kissed your forehead, then met your pout with a simple smile as you didn't seem happy watching her leaving. "I'll be back soon, for now this is your time."

"I want it to be us time," you quietly sniffled, and the woman nearly gave into you. "Where's Natty at?"

Then she remembered the plan, reassured you that there would be time to cuddle after you'd spent some time just relaxing a bit, then she was out the door so that there was no room left for you to question her.

Eventually, the women had finished the luxury fort, but they never caught a glimpse of you. Natasha was the one to go check on you as Wanda plated up the rest of the themed snacks she'd made for movie night. When the redhead found you, with your lower body dressed, but your upper nude, and smushed into the mattress she found herself dynamically conflicted.

For starters, you looked too cute to wake up, and also, if you were this tired maybe she should leave you be. Then she realized that wasn't the correct response either, because you would be so upset to find out what was missed— food and cuddles, plus, you still thought that you had work tomorrow morning, but you didn't.

The redhead flipped your body over, and without lust in her eyes she admired your exposed torso. Her eyes fell to the inked reminders of your love, their lips that you'd etched into the skin of your hips. Staking their claim to you, for them, and never wavering in stance. Natasha and Wanda found the concept endearing, and in turn they followed suit, each getting lips stained into their skin; Natasha's were near her heart, on the side over her ribcage, a well kept secret that held purity, and Wanda's were on either wrist, covered by her gloves while on missions, but exposed to her whenever she needed the reminder that her loves are real; true.

After a moment she felt another set of eyes on her, and then there was pajamas snapped onto your body. "Can you carry her without waking her?" Natasha smiled as her partners idea was made obvious, so she nodded then scooped your now dressed form up and out.

Once they made it to the living room the witch held the covers open with tendrils of red while ensuring the front door and windows were locked before joining the both of you underneath the illuminated fabrics. You began to stir in Natasha's hold now that you were sat down on the unfamiliar air mattress, head leaned back against her cushioned chest, her scent strong. "Natty?"

The redhead ran her thumb over the apple of your cheek as she stared down the slope of your nose and chuckled softly as you woke up in an adorable daze. "Yes honey?" The amusement was spurred on as she felt you shiver, it wasn't cold but her voice was raspy.

"Where am I?" Wanda smiled, then leaned closer to whisper in your ear, "Open your eyes and find out."

With a soft wince you did as told, the lights were too bright, forcing you to blink rapidly, but after a moment of adjusting you noted they were actually dim in comparison to the norm. An array of blush pink and off white fairy lights, with clipped polaroids of you and your lovers were strung all around the wall of sheets.

There was an instant quiver to your lip, your body was at a perfect state of rest, yet you felt so overwhelmed. With love, admiration, gratitude and also reprieve. The photos took you down a silent memory lane, from the still of your first date, where Wanda had captured you dancing with Natasha beneath the stars, to the time when you were really sick with Covid, and Wanda was nursing you back to health with her soups and cuddles (even though you obviously protested her proximity).

Nothing could ever keep them away from you, and you knew that they were hurting as you forced them to. It was like a wave of clarity washed over you, and for the first time in so long you felt genuinely relieved. Which was lost on Natasha as you turned into her and cried.

Natasha looked at Wanda in worry, but the witches smile squashed her rising fears. The redhead firmly pulled you closer, and held you as you lightly sobbed into her chest. Wanda's hand gently slipped under your sleep shirt, running up and down your back, nails scratching at your skin as a way to comfort you too.

"It's okay malysh," Natasha whispered as she rocked you, "You are going to be just fine detka, let it all out."

Once your overdue sobs turned to hiccups you moved to sit up, and subsequently pulled from Natasha's grip. The redhead wanted to stop you, but she saw a little bit of determination in your eyes as you turned to face them both so she retracted her hands. "I'm sorry."

Wanda cupped your cheeks, wiped away your tears, then kissed your salty, shimmering lips to shush you.

"Apologies come when you've done something wrong detka," she scolded you softly, "and you haven't. If anyone needs to apologize it's us, you needed us and we weren't here, but I promise that's gonna change.”

You gulped, and your voice trembled, "Change?"

"For the better," Natasha clarified, smiling at you in a way that could only be interpreted as akin to a warm hug. "It's time that we take care of each other better detka, you shouldn't have been able to overwork."

"I-I need to work," you began to defend, but Wanda cut you off with a pained laugh, "You never have to work, because we have it all covered, whatever you need."

Truthfully, you didn't need to work, but you told them you'd hate not having your time filled whenever they are both away, or to leech off of their riches. They were against it at first, telling you that whatever they had was yours to have, but they didn't push the issue then.

Now though, after what they saw today they decided it was time to move forward with a lot of things. Wanda would retire her crown, and be home to tend to your every whim, you would quit your job just after the well earned, fully paid leave. If you persisted that you needed to work, you'd be Natasha's assistant as she would mostly be fielding missions out to others.

"I want to work though, make my own money," you further defended, "I can't buy you gifts with your own money, it wouldn't be right. I need to earn my own."

"Which is fine," Wanda relented with a smile, then Natasha jumped in, "but not for that stupid ass store."

You wanted to fight her on that, because you loved your coworkers but you didn't have it in you to negate the truth to her words. "That I can agree on."

"Good girl," Natasha teased, but Wanda's slap to her shoulder told you there was more important things left to discuss so you turned to her. "I'm retiring the crown detka, and Natty here is taking a massive step back."

Each of your lovers reached forward, grabbing one of your shaky hands and scooted forward to comfort you. They could see your self intrusive thoughts bubbling before Wanda could hear them. "We want to do this."

"I-is it because I'm worrying you into this?"

"No detka, you are seeing this in the wrong light, we want to do this because we hate being away from you. Natasha and I are miserable without you, and it's also time we start working towards the life we all want."

Because, if it was time for progression, then that would come with the overdue wedding bells, and babies cries. Natasha could still be an Avenger, sure, but she wants to be equally as present in your family as you both. It was a surprise to you all those years ago, when she was the one to tell you that was her dream; it wasn't time then, but you all know it is the right time now.

"Really?" Both women placed a kiss to your cheek, and nodded so that you felt their confirmation. Your heart had started flipping within your chest, and you raced out of the fort before either woman could stop you. It was cause for concern, but you were back before they could get up to capture you, with a radiant smile.

"I've been saving up for a long time," you blurted, "It had to be perfect, you know? You guys deserve that."

"Nothing has to be perfect at the expense of your wellbeing detka," Wanda admonished you, but the aura flipped to excitement as Natasha rushed out, "What has to be perfect?!" You giggled, and a surge of impatience pulsed throughout you, causing you to pull the ring box from behind your back and open it.

Inside were three rings, all similar in the fact that they were gold, but each with a uniqueness. On the left of the box sat Natasha's, the band was thicker than the average, crafted with style and missions in mind, but still thin enough to let the oval shaped diamond shine. On the right was Wanda's, the band was thinner, as it suited her preference, with a pear shaped emerald in the center, and tiny diamonds that lined the band.

You found it amusing that no words had to be said, no grand speech, they both just hastily grabbed their own rings to slide onto their finger. Each one whispered a soft yes as they kissed the other's ring cladded finger. You naturally went to slide the simple gold band you'd purchased for yourself, to match theirs, onto yours but Natasha stopped you with a firm grip on your wrist.

"Let us ask," she pleaded, you blinked back your shock, and dropped the band into Wanda's awaiting hand. Who then slipped it onto her chain, you frowned, but then she pulled a box from beneath a pile of snacks and you realized that you were never truly out of sync.

Natasha pulled you back into her lap, and rested her chin on your shoulder, craning her neck she placed a kiss on your warm cheek. "Y/N, you have made us the happiest we've ever been, this world hasn't been kind to us, you either, but somehow you're still so sweet. The darkness never had a grip on your soul like ours."

"Natty..."

"Hush," she chuckled, "I've come to terms with my past detka, as has Wanda, and that's all thanks to you."

Wanda nodded along to Natasha's words, the ring was held up between her fingers as she waited her turn.

"When I found Natasha, it was like I could stand on my own two feet, she taught me how to be a human again," Wanda sniffled, "and then we met you and it was like we could finally breathe—you saved us entirely Y/N."

Natasha helped to lift your frozen arm up from behind, and extended your hand out to Wanda who slid the ring onto your finger. It was still a simple band, but the inside was inscribed, "Y/N—Nash Dom (Our Home)"

The redhead linked your fingers and pulled your hand up to her lips next after Wanda had sealed the deal. You asked them what it said, as you felt the indents of the words against your skin and they both smiled. Natasha whispered the Russian with tenderness, then Wanda offered the translation when your eyes asked.

"I love you both," you declared the obvious, "with my entire heart I promise you that I will never give us up."

"We wouldn't dream of allowing it either," Wanda joked as she crawled forward and kissed your lips, and as she pulled away she sighed away her prior burdens. Natasha and her shared a soft kiss before the witch had returned to her prior pile of pillows, then the redhead turned you to face her and kissed you with a smile.

"We love you too," she whispered the words that didn't even need to be spoken, then she helped Wanda to get your plate prepared so you could all get settled down.

The rest of the night was spent watching movies, eating most of the witches delicious snacks and talking candidly about the dreams you'd all just reconfirmed. It was mostly just Wanda telling you and Natasha all about the wedding of the century, it appeared you two only had to show up—dressed properly and on time.

Wanda consequently fell asleep first, and you appreciated the chance to admire the peace she naturally radiated when she was unconscious.

"Detka," Natasha whispered softly, keen on not waking up the slumbering witch, who was holding onto you tightly from behind, softly snoring into your bare back.

"Yes Natty?" Your warm breath against her collarbone sent shivers down her spine as you turned back to face her, naturally nuzzling closer. "It's okay to rest now."

"I know," you sighed dreamily, "I just want to feel this safety for a bit longer, then I promise to close my eyes." The corner of Natasha's eyes crinkled, and you shared a sweet kiss with her, tempering her need to cry at your endearing words; the assassin with a heart of gold, you would always tease. "You're forever safe here detka..."

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togrowoldinv · 10 months

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Best Closers In The City

Lawyer!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You are an associate to some of the most successful attorneys in the city. You’re invited to a special dinner with the partners. What happens when one of them asks you to be her mentee?

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, very muscular Natasha, degrading, overstimulation (sorta), strap on sex, oral (N receiving)

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When you got the job at Romanoff Danvers & Maximoff, you had no idea what to expect. Everyone said it would mean working over 40 hours a week without much praise, but you didn’t care.

You wanted to work for the best law firm in New York City.

You met Danvers, Carol, first. She is alluring, no doubt about that, but she is also brilliant. The woman has a reputation for cleaning up messes quickly and keeping the city safe.

You met Wanda Maximoff second. She oversees the associates, so you see a lot of her. She has the kindest smile you’ve ever seen. Despite being one tough litigator, she is genuinely kind and always asks you how you are doing. Not in a way to make small talk, but like she truly wants to know.

And that leaves Natasha Romanoff. You have seen her around the office, usually early in the morning or late at night, but you haven’t spoken to the woman. There is a sense around the firm that you don’t speak to Natasha unless you’ve made partner or she speaks to you first.

But you really want to talk to her. She is the managing partner, something you long to be one day. Plus, she is gorgeous. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t thought about her in a slightly less than appropriate capacity.

Sometimes she would leave the office with a man or woman waiting for her outside. It was never the same person twice. You wondered what it was like to be them.

When you get to work today, Wanda waltzes into the bullpen with a notepad in hand. She prefers not to use technology.

“Good morning! As you all know, tonight is the annual partner dinner. Carol, Natasha, and I have been observing you all for a while now, so we would like to formally offer the following list of you an invite to the dinner,” Wanda announces.

She is met with chatters of excitement from all of you young, aspiring attorneys. None of you knew when this day was going to come, but here it is. Your chance for a seat at the table.

“I know, I know, it’s very exciting,” Wanda says, a chuckle escaping her lips. “Now here are the associates that will be joining us. Peter Parker, Kate Bishop, and Y/n y/ln.”

You fight the urge to stand up and do a happy dance. Instead, you share a smile with your fellow invitees and accept congratulations from others.

“See you all at 8!” Wanda says. She leaves the bullpen.

“I wonder which one of them picked which of us,” Peter says once the woman is out of sight.

“What do you mean?” You ask.

“Each partner picks an associate. At least that’s what Mr. Stark told me,” he explains.

“Oh, I hope Natasha picked me,” Kate comments. You all laugh.

“Natasha doesn’t speak to any of us, and Carol doesn’t either for that matter. I bet Wanda picked all of us,” you reason.

“Just wait and see where we are placed to sit tonight,” Peter says. “I bet I’m right.”

You forget about the dinner mostly as you dive into your work for the day. But what Peter said does linger in your mind as you gather your bag before walking to the car that is taking you all to dinner.

You figured dinner would be at some restaurant, but the car arrives at a house. A huge one with glorious architecture. There are lions on either side of the entrance. A dark wooden door is up the stairs.

“Holy shit,” Kate speaks for the group as you walk to the door together.

Peter rings the doorbell and the door opens almost simultaneously. Carol is on the other side, a glass of wine in her hand.

“Hello! Come on in,” Carol greets the three of you.

“This is a very nice home you have here, ma’am,” you say.

“Oh, I wish I could take credit for this place. It’s Natasha’s,” Carol explains. “Follow me and we’ll go into the dining room.”

You follow the blonde. Your eyes wander around the house as you admire how perfectly put together the house is. There are very few personal decorations, but there are so many objects that you can imagine have meaning to Natasha.

When you enter the dining room, there are place cards at the table. One for each of you. You sit in your assigned seats and Carol scurries off to the other room to gather her fellow partners.

They file in one by one. Carol sits across from Kate, offering her a smile. Wanda sits across from Peter. And that leaves the seat across from you open. If Peter was right, then that means Natasha chose you.

She is last one to walk in. She sits in the chair across from you and looks up at you through her eyelashes. The woman is even more beautiful up close. Her red hair cascades over her suit lapels and her green eyes shine in the dining room lights. You wonder what that jacket is hiding.

You are admiring her when Wanda begins speaking, “Thank you all for joining us tonight for this very special dinner. And thank you to Natasha for graciously letting us have the dinner at her beautiful home.”

Natasha offers Wanda a nod and a soft smile. One of which Wanda happily returns.

“It’s truly a unique and sought after experience, so I do hope the three of you leave tonight with more knowledge about your chosen career. We picked you from the fine cloth of other associates,” Carol explains.

She looks to Natasha to continue the spiel. You all watch her intently and wait for her to begin.

“Yes, as Carol and Wanda said we invited you three here for a reason,” Natasha says. Her voice is velvety just as you hoped it would be. “It should also be noted that while we all are going to speak to each other tonight, there is also another element to the dinner.”

Subtle glances are shared between you, Kate, and Peter.

“We have decided to improve the tradition and give you each full access to us. You’re sitting from across from the partner that has chosen you to be their mentee, if you so choose to agree,” Natasha explains. She looks you directly in the eye as she says her next words. “And you will agree.”

There is a certain harshness to her tone that you don’t know if it turns you on or scares you deeply. You think it’s both.

Soon, the food is served and the group talks intently. Things about the firm come up, but you find that the women don’t only want to talk business. You see the way Natasha does not offer as much personal information as the others, but she throws in a couple of comments here and there.

After dessert, you are practically itching to ask when you get to learn more about the mentor and mentee relationships. Carol puts you out of your misery when she announces that that part of the night begins now.

“We’ll go to my study,” Natasha says to you. She stands up from the table and leads the way. You can’t help but notice the way her pants hug her backside.

When you enter the room, she closes the door behind you. You take a look around. The walls are lined with bookshelves except for one area where there is a stained-glass window. Pink roses are painted with a landscape of green around them.

Natasha notices you admiring it. “It’s one of a kind,” she says.

“It’s beautiful,” you comment.

“Thank you,” she says. She walks to her desk and gestures for you to sit in the chair on the other side.

You sit, but she remains standing as she takes the suit jacket off. You notice the way the buttons strain against her chest, and her arms are noticeably toned even through the mid length sleeves she is wearing.

“You might want to stop staring,” Natasha says, pulling you out of your trance.

“I’m sorry,” you rush out the apology.

“Mhm,” she hums. You can’t read her, so you don’t know if she was flattered or upset by your stares. Your nerves are at a high. “So, y/n, what are your career goals?”

“I want to- um- well- I want to make partner one day,” you say.

“That sounds reasonable,” Natasha remarks. She stands up from her desk and walks around to your side. Her hands grip the desk and she leans against it. Once again, your eyes rake over the tight-fitting shirt. “Why family law?”

“It seemed like the path where I could do the most good,” you explain.

“And that’s what you want to do? Good?”

“Yes ma’am,” you say. “Why did you-”

“I’m asking the questions, y/n,” she interrupts you, standing at her full height again.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

“You’re too quick to apologize,” Natasha scolds you lightly.

You don’t know how to reply. She walks to her drink cart in the corner and pours herself a shot of what you presume is vodka and she swallows it quickly. You watch her every moment before she turns back around. You avert your gaze.

“Y/n,” Natasha says. She invades your space, her hand gripping your chin to force you to look up at her. “Do you know why I chose you to mentor?”

You try to shake your head, but her grip is too firm.

“No, I don’t,” you speak softly.

Natasha grins wickedly as she keeps her hand on you. Only she moves it to the side of your face, her fingers arching over your neck and touching the base of your hairline.

“I chose you because I think you’re intelligent. And you’re capable and hard-working,” Natasha explains. You feel your cheeks burning from the compliments. “But you’re also naïve, and you’re a bit of a pushover.”

Oh. There it is. Your eyes burn as you fight back tears, cursing yourself for being unable to handle criticism.

“I don’t tell you this to upset you, y/n,” Natasha says, her voice softening just a hair. “I can help you be better. You have the instincts. It’s just that someone needs to toughen you up.”

“Okay,” you say. “How did you- nevermind,” you remember you aren’t the one asking the questions.

“How did I what?” Natasha inclines you to continue.

“How did you even know all of this? You don’t speak to us associates.”

“Oh, I may not speak but I’m always listening,” Natasha says. “And trust me, sweetheart, I see everything.”

You shiver at her words. Everything means that she might have seen you watch her leave all of those nights. You avert your gaze, and her hand grip strengthens again.

“Tell me, y/n, have you been watching me?” She knows the answer, so she doesn’t bother waiting for you to speak. “Since you have been, maybe you would like to see more of me?”

“I- um-” you can’t formulate words.

Natasha releases you from her grasp and steps back so you can see all of her. She starts slow, unbuttoning her shirt. Each button strains and your eyes follow her movements. Her hands are deft as they move against her shirt purposefully.

When she gets to the last button, she looks you directly in the eyes and pulls the shirt away from her body. That uncovers her chest and her arms. Your eyes don’t know what part of her to look at first.

“Don’t just sit there,” Natasha says sternly.

You stand up quickly and she takes your hand. She brings it to her abs. Your other hand follows. You brush your hands over her abs, an undoubtable eight-pack, and she smirks. You move further up to her abdomen to her rib cage area and run your hands over a couple of tattoos.

Natasha didn’t seem like the type to have these, but they make her impossibly hotter. Your hands skip over her bra-covered chest and move to her biceps. The woman flexes her arms, and you feel weak in your knees.

“Do you like what you see?” Natasha asks, her voice is deeper than usual.

“I do,” you say. “Can I?”

She knows what you mean, and she reaches behind her own back to unhook her bra. The garment falls to the floor. You take one breast in your hand as you move your mouth to the other. You look up at Natasha as if asking for permission. She nods and you place your lips around her nipple.

You suck thoughtfully and lick around the perky buds, switching between breasts. Natasha makes beautiful sounds as you do so. When you kiss down her abdomen, she lets out a gasp. You fully intend to worship her entire body.

“Take off my pants, baby,” Natasha instructs you.

Your fingers work to unbutton and unzip her suit pants. Kneeling in front of her, you pull the pants down her legs. For some reason, you expected her to be wearing panties, but she is wearing black boxers. Her thighs are muscular and your urge to be between them increases when you notice the bulge in her boxers.

“Fuck Natasha,” you mumble. She lets out a chuckle.

“Did my good, sweet associate just say fuck?” She teases.

You answer by pressing kisses against the skin of her thighs that are revealed. Nat gets impatient and pushes her own boxers down her legs. All that she’s left wearing is a strap.

Natasha takes it in her own hand and directs it towards your mouth. You comply quickly and suck the cock. She moves her hips faster with every passing second, loving how you take the thick length.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” she says. “God, I��ve wanted to have you kneeling for me since the first day I saw you in the office.”

You groan at her words and continue your ministrations. That is until Natasha needs more, and she pulls you up by your shirt collar.

“Take off your pants,” she tells you. “Now.”

Nat doesn’t wait for them to reach the floor before she has you bent over her desk as she enters you from behind. It’s easy from how wet you are from the entire evening.

“You take my cock so well, baby,” she says, her mouth right next to your ear. “I know you’ve imagined this too.”

“I have,” you admit, your voice broken from the pleasure she is bringing you. She moves in and out of you, hitting you right where you need her every time. Her arms hold you tightly against her.

When Natasha places a few kisses on your neck, you whine, and her grip tightens.

“I’m gonna- fuck Nat- I’m gonna come,” you say.

“Come for me, sweetheart,” Natasha says. “Tell me how good it feels.”

You groan out a string of incoherent words as you come for Natasha. She feels the slick against her strap as she continues to take you from behind.

“Too much, Nat,” you mumble when she still hasn’t stopped her movements.

“Come on, baby, you can take one more,” Natasha says firmly. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

“Yes- fuck- yes ma’am,” you reply.

It doesn’t take long for you to come again. This time she relents and pulls out of you. Your head is fuzzy from the overstimulation, but you’ve never felt so good.

Natasha releases you from her grasp and you turn around to face her. She has an almost goofy grin on her face, and you know she is pleased with her work. But you remember she hasn’t come yet.

“May I take care of you?” You ask her, reaching for the strap again.

“I think you’ve earned it. Go ahead,” she says. Nat takes her own initiative to take the strap off of her hips.

You once again kneel in front your mentor, but this time you waste no time burying your face between her legs. You collect her wetness with your tongue and make quick work of finding her clit.

“Fucking good,” Natasha mumbles as you lick and suck. She holds onto your shoulders as you continue. It feels good to make a woman so strong feel weak in her knees.

You hum against her, and she is almost over the edge. All it takes is for you to add one finger to work in tandem with your mouth and she is coming hard against you.

After cleaning her up, you stand up to face her again.

“Come here,” she says, pulling you by your hips into her hold.

She kisses your lips slowly at first. Her tongue brushes against yours. But she picks up the pace and you’re left breathless from your first kiss with the woman.

“So, what did you think?” Natasha asks.

“I think I want to do that again,” you say, dumbstruck from the events.

“In due time, y/n. Right now we need to get dressed and say goodnight to everyone,” Natasha says.

She turns to look for her shirt and it’s then that you notice the tattoos on her back.

“Roses,” you say aloud. Your eyes glance back towards the window.

“Roses,” Natasha turns back to you and says. “You wanted to ask why I chose family law.” She puts the shirt back over her arms and back.

“I did.”

“My sister,” Natasha says. “We were separated as kids. I am still trying to find her. In the meantime, I can help other people.”

“And was she named Rose?” you ask, hoping you aren’t pushing.

“Her name is Yelena. But she loved roses, so I guess it’s my way of feeling connected to her.” You haven’t seen her speak this softly about anyone.

“That’s really beautiful, Natasha,” you say.

“Yeah,” she says. “Do you maybe want to stay for a little while after everyone leaves?”

“I’d love to,” you say, a smile on your face.

“Good because I want to snuggle,” she admits. You share a chuckle and finish getting dressed together.

You leave her study and everyone goes about their way except for you and Natasha. You stay at her house and learn everything about her. Talking all night, sharing kisses, and a couple more rounds of intense sex, you have a perfect time with her.

This isn’t what you expected out of working for Natasha Romanoff, but you will take it.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #lawyer!natasha #natasha romanoff comfort #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #peter parker #kate bishop #beefy!nat

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lesbian-deadpool · 1 year

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Carol: What's Peter to you?

Natasha and Y/N: The reason we wake up every morning.

Wanda: That's adorable!

Peter, their son, earlier that morning, banging pots together: WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

(Bonus)

Peter, still banging pots together: I DEMAND ATTENTION!

Y/N: THERE'S NO WAY WE CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING ELSE, RIGHT NOW!

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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WANDA MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Elizabeth Olsen, Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Jane Banner (Wind River), Therese (In Secret), Elle Brody (Godzilla), Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss), Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West), Gerry (Very Good Girls)

Next Door Hottie (smut, small angst)

Mommy (smut, fluff)

My Wives (smut)

Assistance (smut, angst)

Obsessed (smut)

My Girl (smut, small angst/fluff)

Daddy Knows Best (smut)

Here To Help (smut, fluff)

My Love.. (smut, fluff)

Disobedience (smut)

A Guest (smut)

Two Is Better Than One (smut)

A Deal Is A Deal (smut)

Try It (smut, small angst)

Yours Again (smut, angst)

The Phone Call (smut)

Too Late (angst)

Pierced (smut)

Anywhere Anytime (smut)

Mommy’s Day (smut, fluff)

Keep Going (small smut, angst, comfort)

The Lucky Winner (smut)

The Keeper Of Her Cold, Wretched heart (angst, smut)

Closer (smut, fluff)

Sweater Weather (smut, fluff)

Mother Natures Tears And Fears (angst, fluff, comfort)

Lost In The Pleasure (smut, fluff)

Can’t Help Falling In Love (fluff)

Taste Of Desire (smut)

Cruel Girl (smut, dark)

Follow My Lead (smut)

Eyes Don’t Lie (smut)

You’ll Always Be Mine (angst, dark!!)

Hate Me? Or Love Me? (angst, smut, fluff) (Jane Banner)

Bunny (smut)

Visions (angst, fluff)

Older (smut)

You Deserve Better Than That (angst, fluff)

Attention-Seeker (angst, fluff)

Pick Or Choose (angst, fluff) (Lizzie)

Drunk In Love (fluff) (Lizzie)

…Hate Me (angst, fluff)

Someone New (But I Still Love You)

You Are Loved… (fluff, angst) (Elizabeth Olsen)

Spider-Woman!Wanda (fluff, smut)

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ncis-nerd · 1 month

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Desperate Bunny

Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.

Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader

Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.

About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!

Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.

Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.

Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.

Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.

Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.

A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.

"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.

Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.

A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.

Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.

The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.

"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.

"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.

Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.

A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.

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darkstar225 · 5 months

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Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff

The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.

As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.

Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.

Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support.

Y/N - I'm fine!

Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.

Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*

But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head.

Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.

Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.

Wanda - We need to get her out of here.

The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.

Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm.

Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.

Y/N resisted.

Y/N - No, I can't let them—

Wanda cut in, her voice firm.

Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.

Y/N - I just need a moment...

Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*

Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up.

Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—

Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.

Wanda - Y/N!

Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.

Natasha activated her comm.

Natasha - We need an evac. Now.

Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.

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When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.

Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?

She croaked.

The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes.

Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.

Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.

Y/N groaned, remembering the mission.

Y/N - Did we catch them?

Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face.

Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.

Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order.

Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.

Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.

Y/N - I can do that myself.

Protested the youngest weakly.

Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*

They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.

Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.

Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart.

Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.

Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*

Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*

Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.

As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.

Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl.

Natasha said with her tone meaning business.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

Y/N - I promise, moms.

Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.

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Natasha: Y/N, why is Wanda intruding on our cuddle time?

Wanda: Y/N, why is Natasha intruding on our cuddle time?

Y/N, in distress: Please… I have two hands…

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lesbesapphic · 6 months

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Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.

Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?

Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping, reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.

"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.

Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.

"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.

You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.

"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.

"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.

Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.

"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.

You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.

You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.

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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.

You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.

"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"

"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.

Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.

"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.

Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.

They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.

"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.

"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.

"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.

"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.

"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.

"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.

"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.

You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."

When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.

"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.

You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.

When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.

Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.

"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away, You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.

It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.

"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.

You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.

You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.

"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.

You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.

You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.

It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.

You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.

Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.

"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.

"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.

"Oh really?"

"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.

"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.

"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

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