#mob wandanat x reader

[gaylorvader]

Mob wandanat x ftm reader

Summery:feeling really dysphoric y/n goes to seek comfort in his girlfriends only they don’t he’s trans

Word Count:1,498

Warnings: typical mob boss fic violence(not to R)

“You had one job! Make sure a small shipment of weapons get to the Asgardians. But what do you do?” Natasha had enough of this guy, he almost never did his job well no matter how easy. She was surprised he wasn’t a fed or a cop.

Wanda put her hands on the table. “You fell asleep.” Wanda’s tone was light and mocking but still threatening. She too, had had enough of his shit.

Wanda was seen as the more emotional of the two but in reality Natasha was just more restrained and better at hiding it.

Wanda leaned in closer, tilting her head slightly. “We have given you more than enough chances. So unless you were up at the hospital for a loved one all night-" Natasha cut in for a second. “Which we know you weren’t.” “Than there’s no excuse.”

“Wait! Please I can explain!” No one was listening to his attempt to save himself. Wanda leaning back with her arms crossed rolling her eyes.

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The day had sucked so much for you. Dysphoria was really being a bitch today. You’d been home alone all day just trying to cope. Putting on the baggiest clothes you, Nat, and Wanda had, and trying to do things that make you feel masculine.

Key word “trying” but for the most part you were to depressed to actually get out of bed to do them.

You called Peter, a young guy Nat had taken under her wing, he mainly did office and tech type stuff for them. He was trans too so you were able to rant to him about it, but he had work to do so you were only able to talk for a little bit.

Wanda and Nat said they were in their office in the basement about 20 minutes ago. You knew that that meant they were either having a meeting with people they deeply trusted like the Asgardians, or someone was probably about to die.

You knew you should probably not go down there but you needed them. But they also didn’t know you’re a guy, you’d realized it after you’d already started dating. Them helping Peter pay for stuff like top surgery and testosterone helped you feel better but you were still worried.

You wanted to tell them, especially after you learned Peter’s trans too, but he’s the only person you’ve told. Your overly anxious brain knew they probably wouldn’t mind, especially with Wanda being pan and Nat bi, but the 0.001% chance they wouldn’t be scared the shit out of you. They’re your girlfriends after all, you love them to death so the idea of not having them was terrifying.

After quite literally an hour of debating it you decided to go down.

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Walking up you heard them talking quietly then some guy yelling begging for this life pretty much. Yep, normal week with your mob boss girlfriends.

The door was cracked open so you peeked in and saw your girlfriends and a few of their people and the begging guy.

Natasha was in the middle of grabbing her pistol when she saw you. You usually never came down here when you knew they had others with them, but she immediately noticed how sad you looked.

Seeing her wife pause Wanda looked where she was and had a similar train of thought.

Natasha looked over at Bucky while Wanda was already going over to you. “Deal with this.” He nodded and she was out of the room with her wife.

Wanda gently held your face in her hands “What’s wrong? You look like you’re about to cry.” “Did someone do something?” Natasha asked making sure she didn’t need to go back in and tell Bucky about a change in plans.

You just shook your head no and leaned into Wanda’s touch.

They both looked over at each other. In any other circumstance they’d find you maddeningly adorable, in their baggy clothes with a small blanket draped over your head and shoulders, but with the look on your face all they were was worried.

Natasha put a comforting hand on your back. “How about we go back upstairs? It’s not exactly comfortable down here.” You nodded.

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Sitting on the couch in-between them was nice. It always helped you feel better.

“What’s wrong detka?” Wanda asked rubbing your back as you curled into yourself.

They knew this wasn’t a normal depressive episode. You usually just texted them or asked Pietro, Peter, or Yelena and Fanny to come over.

You opened and closed your mouth a few times trying to think of what to say but you didn’t know and didn’t really want to hear your own voice. You eventually just crumbled and finally let out the tears you’ve been holding back all day.

“Oh dorogoy.” Natasha said pulling you closer letting you cry into her shoulder. Wanda started singing old Sokovian lullabies she remembered her parents singing to her knowing they helped you relax, and Natasha just whispered things like “It’s ok.” and “We’re here.” to you.

It took a while until you felt like you could talk without your voice shaking, but you still didn’t know what to say. Luckily they talked first.

“Feeling better?” “A little.” Nat just nodded. “You feeling up to telling us what happened?” Wanda asked. “You sure we don’t have to kill anyone?” Nat joked, partly. You chuckled at her making them both relax. “Yeah, I’m sure.” You paused. “It’s just, been a really bad day.” “Why?” “Um.” They both could see you tense up again.

Nat gently lifted your head from her shoulder so she could look at you. “You can tell us anything.” Wanda cut in. “Especially if it’s something that upsets you.” You looked between them both then your lap. Wanda gave you her hand knowing you liked playing with her rings, especially when you’re anxious.

“Um, it’s just" you took a deep breath remembering all the things Peter had said when you’d talk about wanting to come out to them. “D-dysphoria has just been really, really bad today.” They looked at each other quickly but you didn’t see it to busy with Wanda’s rings.

“What do you mean detka?” Hey both had a couple guesses but weren’t sure about any of them. “Uh, gender dysphoria." “In which way detka?” “The trans guy way.”

After a few seconds of silence Natasha moved to kneel in front of you. “Hey.” She said in the softest tone you’d ever heard from her, causing you to look at her. “Firstly, that’s perfectly fine with us.” Wanda nodded now holding your hand. “Secondly, what’s your name?” You just looked a her surprised for a moment, you didn’t know if it was because you didn’t expect it or because of how nice it felt. “Y/N.” “It fits you.”

You sniffled and chuckled. “Damn it you’re gonna make me cry again.” They both chuckled as well. “As long as they’re happy tears this time.” Wanda said before kissing your forehead. “When did you figure this out?” Nat asked moving to sit next to you again. “Like, 4 or 5 months ago.” “Did you talk to anyone about it?” You nodded. “Peter.” They had a look of ‘of course’ on their faces. “Remind me to pay that kid more.” Nat told you, causing both you and Wanda to laugh.

“We love you malysh.” Nat said kissing you. “What’s that mean?” You asked, and they both just smiled more. Wanda kissed you. “We love you baby boy.”

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After a long talk about what you were and weren’t fine with, such as pet names, they immediately switched to what you liked and didn’t slip up once. And as soon as it was ok with you they told their people about it and would give anyone who messed up a death glare, even though most of the time it was a slip up. Natasha’s family visited shortly after they’d told everyone of the change and even Alexei got glared at and presumably scolded by Natasha in Russian. You felt a little bad for the Russian himbo.

They also did everything that you needed to feel comfortable in your body, whether it was hormones, surgery, or helping you change your name, they happily did it. When they were helping you find a binder at the beginning and found out from you and Peter that you have to buy binders online you both blinked and they started plans to make a binder store. They of course let you both name it.

New York’s a progressive place but god forbid someone is purposefully transphobic to you or Peter, with how many eyes they have around they will hear about it and that person will seemingly blip out of existence that week. They hid that from you both though.

People quickly learned that they may be ruthless bosses of a criminal empire but transphobia, especially to you, would put you at the end of said ruthlessness.

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[scarlettromanov]

Business as Unusual

summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company?

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter One: The Fall

You were definitely going to lose your job today. You wished that you could say that this was the first time running this late to work, but that would be a bold face lie. To be fair it wasn’t ever due to general laziness, or lack of concern for your job security. The public transport into the suburbs from the city never quite arrived on time. Not to say that you couldn’t just drive to work, but the lack of owning an automobile created a whole slew of additional issues. Your prized water bottle thwacks hard against the back of your thighs, creating additional bruises, as you sprint down the sidewalk. It clangs with every step you take. It was a prize possession of yours. A treat to yourself for landing the job at R&M Industries just two years prior.  A purchase based on the fact that you would have to take the train into the suburbs, and your ex-girlfriend's constant pestering that you didn't drink enough water. Only two more blocks until you are safely to the office. Hopefully your boss, Mr. Rogers, is in the scheduled staff meeting, and doesn’t notice that you are 15 minutes late.

Crossing the intersection, the small pedestrian sign starts to count backward from 10 indicating that you will have to wait another few minutes to get across the street. You cannot afford another moment. Taking a deep breath you make a short dash across the street. Barely beating the pedestrian countdown clock. The weight of your backpack slamming into your back with every step. You do your best to not wince as the straps dig further into your bony shoulders. A piercing stab in your lungs continues to burn with each inhale. Taking a mental note that you should hit your inhaler once you are at your desk, you trudge forward.

Yet, as you are about to step up onto the sidewalk you feel your legs buckle and collapse beneath you, and you stumble (rather ungracefully) to the ground. The thin skin of your chin makes direct contact with the concrete of the sidewalk. Your teeth grind together, and you know that you’re bleeding before you can even register the embarrassment. Tear pool in the corners of your eyes. Blinking back the impending tears, you stare down at the palms of your hands, which are pretty scrapped up, but barely bleeding. So much for getting to the office at least 15 minutes late. You needed to get inside without causing any kind of commotion. Each entrance to the building had a secretary close by. Fists pressing against your eyes in frustration; you can feel the impending sob building in your chest.

“Fucking Idiot,” You mutter as you try to find your way back to a standing position. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, like your old therapist told you to do when your anxiety got the better of you. When you open your eyes again you take a moment to inspect the damage of your fall, and notice that your water bottle has completely fallen off its chain, nowhere to be found. Screaming internal profanities you blink back a round of fresh tears. Crying at the office was not like you. Crying was meant for the depths of your apartment. Solitude was the only place that such a shameful emotion could come alive. This was no condition to enter a work day with.

Nothing had gone right this morning. The hot water went, your cell phone didn’t charge, the train was late, and now this. On your knees in the middle of the sidewalk you try to pull it together once again. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of work. You're catastrophizing again, you think to yourself. “ Find the positives in the situation, Y/N, there is always a silver lining.” The therapist's advice rings in your ears. It must be a real fucking small silver line, you think, trying to push out his condescending advice.

“Y/N?” A warm husky voice asks. Looking up, a rush of realization falls over you. Your gaze is met with green eyes, which are wide with alarm.

“Ms. Maximoff!- I am so sorry I am late! I-” She cuts you off by crouching down to your level. If you hadn’t been sitting in your own shame, you probably would have been impressed with Wanda’s ability to crouch in heels. Her power suit of the day was a deep burgundy.

“Your face is covered in blood, Y/N.” Your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Looking down at your hands you spin the ring on your middle finger. Feeling like a little kid who fell off their bicycle.

“Oh, Yeah that. It’s nothing.” You say with a failed attempt at a laugh. Unfortunately your laugh has an air of hysterics in it. You scramble, trying to get to your feet. Wanda watches you. Her eyebrows knit together in disapproval. That’s when you can taste the blood in your mouth. The coppery metallic dances its way across your tongue. You grimace, and Wanda notices. Swiftly she slides the straps of your backpack off your shoulders, and you let her. Stunned at the touch from the older woman. She slings your pack over one of her shoulders with ease. Silently, you accept her assistance, thankful to not have the straps digging into your shoulders anymore.

“At least let me help you.” Wanda says with a kind smile.

“I’m sorry. I am probably making you late to the staff meeting,” She puts up a hand. Your mouth snaps shut.

“You’re not the only one who’s running late, Ms. Y/L/N, and honestly,” Wanda smirks looking down at you playfully, “between you and me, It’s Mr. Strange’s turn to present this month and well.” She feigns a yawn. You bite back a giggle. Wanda’s nose scrunches in the way it does when she’s genuinely happy. This is why you’d always enjoyed being around Wanda. She was fierce, and led with an iron fist, but there was a playfulness about her that came out whenever you two were alone. Secretly, you were glad that she found you.

“Let’s get you inside. I think Yelena has a first aid kit in her office,

Wanda carries your backpack with ease as the two of you make your way up the two flights of steps to Yelena Belenova’s office. As you rounded the corner you notice that Yelena is nowhere in sight, but Wanda lets herself in without hesitation. She places your backpack on Yelena’s desk. Nervously you stand in the doorway to Yelena’s office. Wringing your hands together behind your back. Yelena was a friend of Wanda’s, you knew this. Yelena was also the head of her department, and more importantly she was COO of the company. But what held the most importance was that Yelena was Wanda’s sister in-law. Wanda had privileges as CEO, and as the Executive Chairwoman’s wife. Since starting with the company two years prior there had been an unspoken rule of stay out of an office unless invited, and do not speak without being spoken to. As a people pleaser with a need to avoid conflict at all costs… These rules were easy to follow.

Wanda doesn’t really notice that you are hovering in the doorway until she’s rummaging through Yelena’s filing cabinets behind her desk. She pulls out box after box of microwavable Kraft Mac and Cheese. There had to be at least six in her desk drawer alone. You wonder how Yelena stayed so fit when her breakfast every morning was espresso and a cup of Microwavable Mac and Cheese.

“Always so messy,” Wanda mutters to herself in disapproval.

For a moment she looks up at you. The corner’s of her mouth turning up the tiniest bit as she stares at you in the doorway like an obedient child. She plucks the medium sized box red and white from the cabinet. Holding the first aid kit in her left hand, she pulls your backpack back over her right shoulder. Wanda places a reassuring hand on your shoulder leading you away from Yelena’s office.

“C’mon, let’s head up to my office so we can get you cleaned up,”

Wanda and you make your way to the elevators, and take it to the 6th floor. Her arm stayed draped across your shoulders. It feels reassuring to have someone holding you so close. You can’t remember the last time someone held you this close. You allow yourself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. But when the elevator chimes, and the doors open, Wanda���s arm pulls away as she gestures for you to lead the way. Her secretary quickly hangs up her cell phone, and stands to greet us. She smiles kindly at Wanda, her brown eyes filled with warmth.

“Ms. Maximoff, Good Morning.” She turns her smile to you, and it falters as she takes in the state of my face. Your stomach sinks as you cannot recall her name. Despite being with the company for over two years now… you kept a pretty low profile. The sinking feeling makes you squirm under her gaze. Her curly hair pulled into a low bun, with a few strands hanging loose in her face.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You nod your head, tearing your gaze away from the girl. Cheeks blazing from the unwanted attention. Suddenly the floor has captured all of your attention with the way you stared down at it.

“MJ, Y/N had quite the fall on her way into the office this morning. If anyone calls wondering where I am tell them that Y/N and I are in a meeting,”

“Will do, Ms. Maximoff. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’ll have my usual, Y/N?” Wanda looks down at you expectantly. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“B-black coffee please,” Your voice sounds small, and you grimace at your nervous stutter. It reminds you of all the times your father forced you to order my own food at a restaurant. Claiming that a stutter would resolve itself if you could only “gain a fucking backbone.” You divert your gaze to the floor again, studying the patterns in the linoleum tile.

“And a bottle of water for Y/N. Her water bottle appears to have gone missing,” Heart springing to life in your chest at the small detail that Wanda noticed. Wanda opens the door to her office, and ushers you inside with a delicate hand on the small of your back.

You had been inside Wanda’s office before, briefly, the day Natasha hired you. Natasha sat opposite of you at Wanda’s desk. Since Natasha primarily worked remote, and when she came into the office she would work in Wanda’s office. Her wife didn’t seem to mind. You think back to that day as you sit on the sofa in Wanda’s large office. The room is spotless, and filled with plants. Wanda sat down across from you, perched on the coffee table. She opens the medium sized first aid kit, and pulls out bandages and antiseptic. At this point the blood in your mouth had stopped flowing, but the bitter taste lingered.

“I can do this. I-I’m sorry. You probably have so much to do, and I am just eating up your time.” You reach forward to take the first aid kit from Wanda’s lap. Her hands still, and she tilts her head with a smile on her face as she looks up at you.

“Y/N if you apologize to me one more time,” Wanda warns with a stern tone, her Sokovian accent leaking through. Your mouth snaps shut. Wanda hums approvingly, and reaches for your hand, flipping it palm up. She rests your hand gently in her lap, and begins to dab antiseptic over the scrape. It burns, and you suck in air between gritted teeth.

“Now, tell me,” She says as she puts antibiotic ointment over a bandage, “Is there a reason that you are late again?” She smoothes the bandage over the wound. Her thumbs smooth the sealant of the bandage. You purse your lips, trying to think of the right words. Shame flooding your thoughts. She notices you hesitating, and squeezes your knee with her free hand.

“You are not in trouble, Y/N. You can tell me,” Her voice is sweet, and her gaze bores into yours. Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage to tell Wanda your reasoning.

“I don’t have a car and I live in the city so the train runs late most of the time.” The words began to rush out of you, “And I know, I know! I could learn to drive, but I live alone and don’t have anyone to teach me, and cars are expensive, and…” Your voice comes out high pitched and nearly frantic. You feel your blush deepen as you sit there not wanting to admit a deep rooted fear of driving to your boss. Wanda rubs small circles into your knee with her thumb, it’s reassuring.

“And?” She urges you to go on, your eyes meeting again.

“I’m scared to drive,”You whisper, hanging your head, looking anywhere but her eyes. You can feel her gaze burning into you.

“That’s a valid fear, sweetheart. Many people have a fear of driving. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” You think she can tell that you desperately want her to drop the subject. In that moment there was nothing more that you wanted than the floor to open and swallow you whole. The vulnerability left you feeling weak. Wanda opens her mouth to say more, but a knock on the door interrupts her. Mentally you thank the universe for the interruption.

“Ms. Maximoff, I have yours and Y/N’s drinks.” MJ’s voice announces on the other side of the office door. Wanda finishes up your other hand, and says

“Come in MJ,” Wanda’s voice is lighthearted. Wanda pushes down on her knees as she stands up. MJ enters Wanda’s office, placing the tray on the coffee table.

“Your hands look much better, Y/N!” She smiles at you kindly. You delicately smile, and motioned to Wanda,

“Who knew Ms. Maximoff was a business woman AND a nurse,” you giggle, and MJ joined in. You mentally take note that you should ask MJ to grab a drink sometime. God knows did you need more friends. You and MJ smile at each other as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Please- I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” She brushes her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “Just have that instinct I guess,” Your breath hitches as she smiles at you again, her nose scrunching the way it does which tells you she means it. MJ agrees before turning to Wanda,

“Ms. Romanov just called, and she is on her way to the office. Shall I call the Italian place around the corner and reserve a table for you for lunch?” Wanda doesn’t hesitate before responding,

“Yes, please tell Dominic to reserve our usual table.” MJ nods her head, and exits the room without another word. Wanda opens the bottle of water on the tray, and hands it to you,

“Drink, honey. You lost quite a bit of blood.” Nodding you bring the bottle to your lips, and take a sip. The cool water sloshes around in your mouth, clearing out the residue of dried blood lingering on your taste buds.

“Very good, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice is gentle as she gets back to work preparing to clean your face. She brings a warm wet cloth to your chin, assuring that the wound is free of any bacteria. Wanda’s closeness has your face burning. You hear every breath she takes with her face a couple of inches from your own. Wanda clearly does not mind the close proximity of your faces. Why would she be bothered? Like she said, she has a maternal instinct about her.

She is just helping you since you’re an employee, and she probably doesn’t want to get sued or something for falling on company property? You say to yourself over and over again.

“This is going to hurt again, be brave for me,” Wanda says with a softness that creates knots in your stomach. The antiseptic burns, and you wince again as Wanda dabs it onto the wound.

“More than halfway there, sweetheart.”

She talks you through the process, as she grabs the final bandage from the coffee table. Like before she adds the antibiotic ointment to the bandage, and smoothes it against the wound on your chin. Wanda’s hands cradling your face. The coolness of her rings feels amazing against the heated flush of your face.

“There we go, all done!” She runs her thumb over your cheek bone, and smiles down at you, before adding, “You did so good for me,” Little does Wanda know that your stomach does a backflip at her words. You beam under her praise. Wanda hums and releases your face. Like in the elevator, the feeling of instant loss falls over you from the lack of her touch. Your body craves  her warmth. Were you really this touch starved that you would ache for your married bosses touch? Wanda pats your knee before walking over to her desk.

“Well I guess I should get to work, Thank you again Ms. Maximoff-” Wanda, who was thumbing through a stack of papers on her desk, looks at you. She cocks an eyebrow.

“Wanda, Y/N.” You swallow dryly. You’d lost count of how many times that you blushed in front of her today, praying that she mistook it for shyness.

“Wanda, thank you for everything, but I should be getting back down to my desk.” Wanda sets the stack of papers back down, and leans back against her own desk. She smiles, crossing her arms across her chest. You stand feeling her gaze on you again, hands behind your back in their usual position, fingers squeezing together.

“That won’t be necessary. I am ordering a car to take you home. Your assignment today will be to rest. Go home, read a book, take a nap, take a walk in the sunshine, and return back here, to my office at 9am for your next assignment.” You can not comprehend what she is saying. Take the rest of the day off? That might be all well and good for someone that could afford groceries, but you lived off of Instant Noodles and Peanut Butter toast.

“Wanda, I really need to work. I desperately need the money. I-” She cuts you off with the stern tilt of her head, before she continues,

“As far as anyone is concerned, you were here today. You were running errands for me, and I will see to it that Mr. Rogers knows that you work directly for me now.” Her eyes remained on you,  cocking another eyebrow, as if to say, ‘ Is that understood ?’ You nod your head, indicating that, yes you understood. Her words were loud and clear. Yes you would work for her, and yes you would go home, go for a walk, take a nap, and return back to her well rested. Wanda’s stern expression melts into a more gentle one.

“Good girl, now have a seat while I call you a car,” Without another word you sit back down on the couch, and pull out your phone. Scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Trying to desperately distract yourself from the woman across the room. Wanda calls the car, and when it arrives she helps you put your backpack on. Before you go you turn to thank her for all of her help today, but the words don’t find your lips. Her hands begin to fiddle with the straps of your backpack. The sagging pressure of your belongings lifts. Instantly you feel the digging of the straps on your shoulders lessen. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“There you go, that’s been driving me nuts. We can’t have you throwing out your back now can we?” Wanda giggles before spinning you around guiding you to the door. She opens it for you. Your voice finally finds your lips again.

“Wanda, I just wanted to Thank y-” She doesn’t let you finish the sentence.

“Get home safe, Y/N. Remember the assignment I gave you. I expect to hear all about it tomorrow,” She winks, and her door closes. You stand there like a deer in headlights. You are pretty sure you stand there for a solid minute before your brain catches up again. MJ giggles from her desk.

“She is really something,” Your voice is strained. MJ cracks up, nearly doubling over in her chair. She looks up at you, giving you a wink.

“Whatever that something is, I think you like it,” You roll your eyes with a smile, secretly agreeing with her.

“See you tomorrow,” You throw her the peace sign before hitting the button for the elevator.

“Bright and Early!” MJ nearly shouts as the doors open. You step inside, and the doors close.

“Bright and Early,” You say to yourself as the elevator brings you down to the car Wanda ordered for you. Your fingers run up and down the straps of your backpack. The way her fingers adjusted the straps replaying in your mind.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #wandanat #wandanat x reader #mommy wanda #mob au #top!wanda #wanda x f!reader #natasha x fem!reader #wanda maximilf #wanda x natasha #wanda x y/n #natasha x y/n #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x you

[maximotts]

PH Wanda and Nat … slight p*ss kink in theory … just bc it’s another way for them to control you 👀 LOOOK I’m not super into it but that’s hot with our mob wives!

Had to consult Silver on what classifies as “slight piss kink” and then made her wait overnight for the thought that I had so now here we are

I put this under a cut purely bc I can’t tell how long things look on mobile okay byee

We all know how they love to play games and I think they’d enjoy making up one with you where when you’re sat in either one of their laps or cuddling and you try to move away they just.. don’t let you.

You could say you have to go to the bathroom and Wanda just sighs, “Don’t you want to cuddle with mommy and daddy a little longer?” And how do you say no to that because you actually hate that you have to get up and leave your cozy spot on the couch with them. So you wait.

Of course settling back in means submitting to all their little kisses and touches, but eventually Nat’s hand on your tummy starts to push down and you groan, complaining that she won’t be able to keep you much longer if she continues, but you can rarely ever get Natasha to stop what she’s doing, “You’re a big girl, you can hold it.”

And yes, you can but they’re making it so much harder with Wanda’s hand sliding into your pants, teasing you over your underwear, and Natasha pinching and squeezing at your lower belly, laughing about how desperate and wriggly you’re getting all the while. Any attempts to get up are quickly thwarted, both of them holding you down means you’ve got no chance to escape.

It’s only when you start begging them, “please, please you have to stop-!” that they let up, kissing you as best they can manage with how much you struggle to keep still.

“Go, run. You can only use the master bathroom.” Wanda whispers, before shoving you off the couch, both of them laughing as you nearly stumble to the floor and bolt to the bathroom that’s clear on the other side of their large house.

#they’re evil it’s their brand #enjoy mob wives bathroom control tiny blurb #privete hire au #wandanat x reader #motts writes.

[softlymaximoff]

Protective mob boss wandanat mood board?

<3 mob boss wandanat <3

#moodboards! #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda x nat x reader #ilovewandanat #asks #witchy answers #letterbox 💌 #mob boss!wandanat

[leocancertaurus]

A Debt to Pay Pt. 2

cw: none (but maybe divorce, adoption, overeating if those are sensitive subjects for you!)

wc: ~4.7k

a/n: helloooo, this is LONG overdue. I’ve just been so busy with work and life and everything that i haven’t had much in me to write. but, i’m excited about writing again so that’s fun. as always, i would love to hear everyone’s thoughts!

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The mini succulent that you strategically placed on the shelf above your desk was the final puzzle piece to completing your new bedroom. Getting settled after a move to an entirely new continent had proved to be quite difficult, naturally. You’d strung posters of your favorite artists and movies across every wall, along with pictures of you with your closest friends, pictures of you and your mom, as well as a number of your favorite of your own paintings from over the years. Your bedroom was slowly but surely starting to feel like home. Pouring your time and effort into this was an amazing distraction from what was soon to come. 

“Hey love, I just got off the phone with your new counselor and I printed these things for you. It’s your course schedule and other information just to help get you oriented tomorrow,” your mom, Hazel, yanks what you’d avoiding back to the forefront of your brain.

“Thanks Mom,” you stretch a tightlipped smile.

“Someone’s enthusiastic!” She sits on your bed and motions for you to join her. “Nervous, are we?”

You join her and lay your head on her shoulder, “Yes,” you pause, staring at the floor before you, “What if everyone hates me?” you mutter.

“I don’t think everyone is that stupid, love,” she gently caresses your back.

“I’m being serious!”

“So am I! Hey, you’re going to be great.”

“But, it’s half way through the year. Everyone has their friends already. I’ll just be the weird new kid.”

“Now, you have a point with that weird part. But-”

“Mom!” You deadpan eliciting a hearty laugh from her. 

“I’m joking! How could everyone not want to be your friend? You are so kind, and funny, and compassionate,” she lifts your chin to meet her gaze. “I know how lucky I am to have you and anyone else that doesn’t feel that way is simply an idiot.” 

“You’re my mom. You’re legally obligated to say that.”

“Yes, but I also mean it!”

“Seriously, I don’t really know what to expect and there’s just going to be so much for me to have to jump into and I’m… scared.”

“And that’s okay. I just want you to try it scared, okay? You are the most adaptable kid I’ve ever met.” You traced the lines of her tattoos on her arm while you leaned into her, seeking comfort. “ You’ll be fine,” she kisses the top of your head and wraps you in a hug. 

“But, you don’t know that,” you fling yourself back on your bed, emitting a resounding sigh.

“You’re such a drama queen.”

“I learned from the best of the best.”

“Ha. Ha. Look, I know this is a big move and an even bigger change with starting at a new school but we can do anything as long as we do it together, right?”

You lamely nod. You were extremely excited to be in New York. There was no denying that. Still, it was bittersweet to be here. It was tough to leave all you’ve ever known behind. Your school, your friends, and especially your childhood home. Your earliest memories happened within those 4 walls. Both the good and the bad. 

You were adopted by a couple of newlyweds from London when you were five. Oliver and Hazel Mitchell were excited to begin the next chapter in their lives following their marriage, by starting a family and thus, adopting you.

Oliver was a very closed off businessman that spent most of his time in his office or on business trips.  He never really paid much attention to your interests. He rarely played with you as a child.  He never came to a performance or a game. He was this shadow that paid the bills and gave excuses. After a number of desperate attempts to win his attention, you decided to stop trying, hoping to convince yourself that you were better off without him. 

Your mother, on the other hand, was the closest embodiment of God herself. From the day that you met her, you’d realized that she was destined to be your mom. Whatever fantasy you wanted to play out she’d made sure that you were well equipped to live it. She would play the dragon that’d save you, the princess. She’d be the food critic at your playdoh restaurant. You’d be the knight, and she’d be your trusty unicorn. She made your childhood magical. Always a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. She was your very best friend. No one else came close. 

As you got older, you’d noticed the bags under Hazel’s eyes grow bigger and darker. Your parents barely looked at each other near the end of their marriage. Now that you were old enough to understand, it didn’t make sense how and why they ever got together in the first place. They weren’t affectionate with one another, they barely conversed, and their paths barely crossed. 

Hazel outshined Oliver. She was kind, compassionate, a devoted parent, and she had a successful career as a visual artist. She did it all so effortlessly. She deserved this fresh start just as much as you did, if not more, after everything she’s endured.

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Monday approaches quicker than you had hoped. The shrill of the school bell forces you to realize that this is actually happening. Your heart was fighting to jump through your throat. You wipe your damp palms on your jeans while rushing into your homeroom with your head down. You fling yourself into a chair at the way back of the room. Everyone’s eyes are on you, whether they’re blatantly staring or sneaking glances. Chatter from your classmates bounces off of the walls, hering your ability to think straight. You await the start of class, tapping your fingers on the desk anxiously, hoping and praying that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. Instead, the second bell rings signaling the start of class. 

Your homeroom teacher, Ms. Carter, a tall, terrifyingly serious blonde woman, cuts through the noise, “Ok class, take out your note packets that we started yesterday. We’ll continue with our discussion of the Louisiana Purchase.” The entire class groans in unison at their looming fate. You inhale for a sigh of relief, thanking whichever god for allowing you to go unacknowledged. Of course you would never be so lucky. “But,” Ms. Carter speaks at the apex of your deep breath. Your stomach drops. She continues, “Before we get started I want to introduce our new student to everyone.” Almost in unison, everyone turns their bodies toward you. “This is Y/n Mitchell. She just moved here from London and I want all of you to make sure she feels welcomed here at Midtown High okay? Y/n would you like to share a few things about yourself with the rest of us?”

No. I would hate nothing more than that actually. Yet, your mouth moves faster than your brain does, “Uh sure.. Anything specific?”

“Maybe your classmates can ask you a couple of questions about yourself. Class?” Oh. Looks like you and Ms. Carter won’t be getting along. 

“What’s your biggest pet peeve?” Some kid asks from across the room. 

“Dad jokes, by far.” You hear a couple of snickers from around the room. 

“What’s your least favorite fashion trend?” A girl who must’ve thrown up bubble gum pink all over herself this morning asks.

“Easy. Low rise jeans.” The girl vehemently nods her head in agreement.

A number of your other new classmates continue to throw questions around, both completely ridiculous and genuine. “Okay just a few more class,” Ms. Carter attempts to reign it all in.

“Would you rather go to space or the bottom of the ocean,” yet another person jumps in. 

“Do you know what lives at the bottom of the ocean?” you retort.

“No,” they shake their head. 

“Exactly. So, I’m going to space,” you conclude, in turn making your new classmates laugh.

“Great answer. Ok, what do we think, class? Has Y/n had enough,” Ms. Carter finally puts you out of your misery. There’s a quiet buzz about the room due to the excitement,  “Thank you, Y/n. Welcome!” She nods at you giving you a warm smile. 

You release the sigh you didn’t realize you were holding as you take your seat again. That wasn’t so bad! They laughed with you. Not at you! Way to go self! Keep it up and maybe you'll make it! But, let’s not jinx it. 

Staying awake for the rest of the lecture wasn't necessarily the easiest feat but you succeeded. The bell rings at the end of class and you race out to begin the search for your next one. It’s unclear whether or not it was your eyes panning from side to side, looking for a specific room number or this person just being an absolute idiot but, you collide with a silly looking dark haired boy. His iced coffee splashes all down the front of your sweatshirt, your books go flying out of your hands, and your first day is effectively ruined. Just. like. that. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” you seeth.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I was distracted. Um,” the dweeb in front of you delves into his backpack, hastily pulling out two flimsy crinkled napkins. “Here you go,” he presents them to you with a triumphant smile on his face. It drops as soon as he sees the rage in your eyes. 

“And what exactly do you see me doing with those?” your voice is low.

“Oh wow, you’re scary. Uh, are you new here?”

You huff at the boy as you turn to barrel into the nearest bathroom. You can’t help but gasp at your reflection. There was coffee all down your favorite white hoodie and it splashed down onto your light washed, ripped jeans. You lean over the sink as tears pool in your eyes. You barely slept the night before as your mind reeled of all the things that could’ve gone wrong on your first day. This wasn’t one of them. You were not equipped to deal with this right now. 

There’s no saving the hoodie, so your only option is to take it off. You try to make yourself look as presentable as possible again by strategically wrapping your hoodie around your waist, to cover the stains on your pants before racing to your next class. 

You scurry into the room once you find it. Without paying much attention you find the first open seat. You’re hauled back to the present moment when you hear, “Hey. Are you okay? I’m really sorry again,” the doofus from the hallway whispers across the aisle.

“Not really,” you mumble.

“I feel absolutely terrible. I really liked your outfit if it means anything,” he says with an attempt at a reassuring smile. You glare at him.

“Um..not  in a creepy way or anything. It’s just that I saw you earlier and wanted to introduce myself and tell you that I liked your style… It’s very chill. I just thought I’d tell you now and I-” he reads your expression loud and clear and immediately shuts his mouth. “I’m sorry.” He remains quiet for not long enough before he introduces himself, “I’m Peter, by the way.” 

“I don’t care.” 

“Fair enough”, he turns back to face the front of the room. He’s antsy in his seat. Peter turns his head again, “I didn’t catch your name.”

“I didn’t throw it.” Class starts as Peter opens his mouth to speak again. You notice that he sneaks you a couple of glances during the period. You respond to a couple of them with harsh glares.  Eventually, he stops and slouches down into his seat. Hopefully feeling a sliver of what he’s inflicted on you in the past half hour of knowing him.

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You reach the end of the day before you know it. Between meeting so many new people, and new coursework, and that idiot Peter. You couldn’t wait to go home, cry, and trap yourself in your room.

As you descend the stairs of your new high school, rushing to make your way home, the devil himself stops you dead in your tracks. 

“Uh hey, Y/n,” Peter steps in front of you, shifting from foot to foot.

You analyze his demeanor, “Are you gonna pee your pants or something?” 

“What? No!” he forces himself to stand still. “Look, I’m so sorry about running into you earlier. I really want to make it up to you.”

“Let’s both just go home and never see each other again, yeah?” you suggest.

“Well we go to the same high school...” his forehead wrinkles.

“Your point?”

“One, we literally have a class together so that’s impossible. And two, I could apologize and maybe I can be your first friend here.”

You pretend to ponder his proposal, “No thank you,��� you conclude as you step around him to begin your commute home.

“I just want to properly apologize.”

“It’s fine.”

“It doesn’t seem fine,” Peter calls after you.

“Oh no?” you sarcastically jeer. You leave him where he stands, finally earning some peace and quiet. The short lived silence ends as Peter races to catch up with you. 

“Can I at least buy you a donut?”

“No, thank you.”

“Come on, I feel bad.”

“That sounds like a you problem, Peter.” The two of you walk together in silence down the block as Peter brainstorms how to win you over. “Why exactly are you still here?”

“Because I feel like if I didn’t spill my coffee on you, we could maybe get along. Call it a hunch.”

“I’m not so sure about that.”

“You never know unless you try,” he pleads with big, kind?, brown eyes.

You stop dead in your tracks, “You’re not going to drop this, are you?”

“No.”

“One donut and then you’ll leave me alone. Deal?”

“Deal,” Peter looks around during a very awkward silence. “So, how ya liking Midtown so far?”

You chuckle humorlessly, “I don’t know. You didn’t really help make a great first impression. Is this what all people from Queens are like?”

“I like to think I’m one of a kind.” 

“That’s fantastic news for me then.”

Peter laughs and shakes his head at your stubbornness, ‘You’re funny.”

“And you’re…. persistent,” you sneer.

“Thank you.”

“Yup,” you pop the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

You don’t walk too long before you arrive at a donut shop. The smell of fried dough and coffee envelopes you as you enter, boosting your mood just enough to not rip Peter’s head off.

“Pick your poison,” Peter gestures for you to order first.

“Can I get a double chocolate with sprinkles,” you politely smile at the person behind the counter.

“And I’ll just have a plain glazed,” Peter concludes the order and pays for the both of you.

“Interesting,” you hum.

“What?”

“Nothing… that’s just a little, you know… boring,” you shrug.

“It’s not boring. It’s classic,” he argues.

“Mm that’s what they all say.”

“You’re very judgemental, you know that?”

“Yes,” you beam at Peter for the first time. 

“Oh you smile?”

“From time to time. You just haven’t given me a single reason to,” you force Peter to huff as the two of you grab your donuts and find a seat near the window. Giving Peter hell had proven to be massively entertaining since getting under his skin took absolutely no effort. 

You sink your teeth into the pastry and hum at the deliciousness.

“So, Y/n what’s your story?”

“My story?”

“Yeah, you’re new. Who are you?”

“You first. Ya know, stranger danger.”

Peter smiles at the comment, “Fair point. Well, I’m Peter-” He’s interrupted by you snorting at his introduction. “What?”

“I know your name, you idiot.” 

“Hey, I’m telling you my story and that’s part of it! Now, no more interrupting, please and thank you.” You put your hands up in mock surrender, letting him continue. 

“I’m Peter,” you giggle, but don’t interrupt. “I’m 15. I love math and science. I do photography in my free time. I love pizza and donuts. Not together,” he clarifies. “Umm.. I’m really close with my Aunt May who I live with… and I make a great friend.” 

“Aw cute,” you half-heartedly comment. 

“I’m not cute. And it’s your turn,” he passes the baton.

“Fine. You know my name. I grew up in London.I was adopted when I was 5. I hate math and science. I’m a pretty good painter. I actually learned from my mom. I love watching really sad movies and crying. It’s very cathartic.  I hate eggs. I broke my foot once while riding an imaginary horse. My least favorite word is cohort. My parents just got a divorce. Ummm…. What else do you want to know?”

“Sorry to hear about your parent’s getting a divorce.”

“Don’t be. It needed to happen,” you shrug, breaking eye contact.

“That doesn’t necessarily make it easy on you.”

“Don’t get so sappy on me, Parker,” you push to change the subject.

Peter smiles at your bluntness, “I like you,” he blurts out. You smirk and raise an eyebrow. “Oh! Not like that! I- I just mean like- I like you like a friend.. Not like like. Like more than platonically or anything. I- um.. Oh gosh..” his face floods a deep shade of red.

“Stop saying like, please,” you chuckle at his rambling. “Plus, you just met me! How can you like me already?”

“I don’t know. I think you’re funny and you’re kinda cool. In a way.”

You chuckle, “In a way. I’ll take that, I guess.”

“I’m glad-” he’s interrupted by a ding from his cell phone. He fishes it out of his pocket and sighs at the message. 

“What’s up?”

“Uh, my godfather invited me to dinner.”

“That’s nice.”

“I mean it’d be nice to see him but its always his friends and they’re just all adults. They’re all like rich business people. He says he’s trying to “teach me the ins and outs of the biz”. The conversation’s always about stocks and bonds and NXTs or whatever and I can’t keep up or honestly… care,” he takes another bite of his donut. You watch the lightbulb in his head go off, “You should come!” He says with his mouth full. 

“You just explained exactly why I shouldn’t.”

“Come on! It’d be fun! Will you come with me or not?”

“Have you ever been taught not to go to strangers' houses?”

“Well, we’re not strangers anymore, so you’ll know at least one person there…You’ll see a little more of Queens.” Peter attempts to reason, making you almost cackle. 

“You’re a terrible negotiator, Peter Parker.”

“Please?”

“What’s in it for me?” This makes Peter smirk at you. 

“Well, they have this really fancy private chef-”

“I'm in,” you interject, sitting straight up.

Peter giggles at your sudden movement,“I think that you and I will make great friends, Y/n. I really do.” The smirk on your face was not of your own doing. This was all a pleasant surprise. Granted, Peter wouldn’t have been your first pick by a long shot but, here we are. “Good to see you’re not entirely this tough guy act.”

“Trust me. It’s not an act.”

“Sure it isn’t. I’ll tell you what. The first perk of being my friend, besides a great dinner tonight, I’ll help you navigate what not to eat in the cafeteria. I saw you eyeing the mystery meat today.”

“You know, maybe we will make good friends,” you shiver. Your first day was memorable. Not necessarily good, not necessarily bad. But, you’ve never met anyone quite like Peter and knowing him would obviously be interesting. Maybe moving here and living a normal life wasn’t as far-fetched as it had seemed.

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“Thanks for coming to this with me, Y/n. Whenever my godfather invites me to these things, it’s always old people. So, it’s nice to finally have someone my age here,” Peter says as you two approach a house that clearly cost a fortune. 

“I hope you know you have me speaking to you again riding on this,” you reply. Peter nods in understanding and rings the doorbell. The two of you rest in silence as the grand door is pulled open and the sound of boisterous conversation billows from within the house. 

“Peter!” an exuberant man with a unique goatee pulls Peter into a bear hug. “Long time no see kid. I thought you forgot about little old me.” 

“How could I, Uncle Tony? Um, this is Y/n, my friend from school that I told you about,” Peter regains his breath and fixes his clothes. 

“Ah, Y/n. I’ve heard great things. Come on in,” Tony waves you both into the house. Your side eye bores into Peter.

“What?” he squirms under your gaze. 

“What could you possibly have told him about me?”

“Nothing too bad, I promise.”

You continue to move through the house, sneaking glances at the expensive paintings that decorated the walls and the ornate furniture that dressed the house. Everything clearly cost more money than anything you can remember ever seeing. Tony leads you and Peter through the house to the dining room where the party was. A number of people were standing around in smaller groups, some were sitting at the table chatting, all with drinks in their hands. You quickly learn that Tony is one to make a scene when he halts everyone’s conversations to introduce you to the group. Dear God.

“Listen up people, I just wanted to introduce you all to Peter’s new friend, Y/n. She’ll be joining us for dinner so be nice.”

“Don’t you think you should take your own advice Tony?” a very warm, red headed woman jokes. The group laughs causing you to shyly smile. The woman diverts her attention to you. “Nice to meet you, Y/n. I’m Wanda.” The rest of the group share their names with sprinkles of nice to meet you’s. 

“It’s nice to meet you all too. Thank you for having me,” you share a small smile with the group. Peter leads you to your seats at the table. You two quickly get caught up in conversation, learning more about each other. Another red headed woman makes her presence known by giving Peter’s shoulder a soft squeeze as she makes her way to her seat next to Wanda, adjacent to you and Peter. 

“Hey Peter, it’s been a while,” she glances in your direction and her eyes linger on you for just a touch too long. 

“Hey Natasha, how are you?” Peter greets her.

“Good!” She fully directs her attention to you and extends her hand for you to shake, “Hi, your name is?”

“Y/n,” you sheepishly introduce yourself. Her grasp on your hands is extremely firm. Typical extremely intimidating business woman. She has a fiery look in her eye with her chin held high. Clearly someone whose good side you’d want to stay on. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Y/n,” she emphasizes your name. “I take it you two go to school together?”

“Yes. I just started at Midtown this week.”

“Oh nice. It’s a great school, I hear. Are you enjoying it so far?”

“Kind of a hectic first day. But there were some good things in there. I guess bumping into Peter worked out,” you tease. 

“Literally,” Peter interjects with a rosy tint to his cheeks. 

Natasha emits a low raspy chuckle, “That’s good to hear. You from the city originally?”

“Yes and no.” The women sitting next to you both furrow their brows and tilt their heads, encouraging you to elaborate. “I was actually born here but I moved to London at some point. I was adopted and grew up there.” Natasha slowly nods her head, blatantly trying to read you at this point. You slightly readjust in your seat under her inquisitive gaze.

“Wow, that’s a really big move for your family,” Wanda chimes in. 

“Yeah it absolutely is but, my mom and I wanted a fresh start after my parents split so we made it happen,” you shrug. 

“Oh, I’m sorry to hear that happened. I know that can be a very difficult transition,” Natasha comments. 

“No, it’s okay really. It’s nice to be in a new environment.”

“I could imagine. Well, welcome back to New York.” Natasha nods in your direction and you thank her. There’s just no way, Natasha thinks. 

You, Wanda, and Peter continue your conversation. Other sitting near you at the table occasionally contribute to the discussion.

“Nat, where’d you go sweetheart?” Wanda lays her arm over her wife’s shoulders and speaks in a volume for only Natasha’s ears, pulling her from her thoughts. She meets her wife’s green gaze and grabs on to the hand wrapped around her own shoulder. 

“Nowhere. I’m good, love,” she pats Wanda's hand in a miserable attempt to reassure her. 

“You sure?” Wanda tries again.

She nods her head and chances another glance at you, seeing you in an animated conversation with Peter. She is so beautiful, she marvels. She adjusts herself in her seat as she feels her body temperature starting to rise. 

“You know I know you like the back of my hand right?” Wanda mumbles noticing her wife’s restlessness. 

“I’m fine, Wands,” Natasha claims with finality

Wanda refuses to end the conversation,  “But, I know you’re not.”

“Wanda please,” Natasha huffs. 

“Okay. I’ll be here when you want to talk about it.”

“Thank you,” Natasha lighty shakes her head, in a poor attempt at clearing her thoughts. Maybe I’m being ridiculous, she scolds herself.

Dinner starts shortly after. There were countless courses of foods you’d never tried before. There’s usually room for dessert but eating more will likely make you sick. Surprisingly, this dinner was fun. Everyone was extremely hospitable and generous. The business talk was less than ideal but, at least you and Peter had each other to lean on. 

“Who’s got room for dessert,” Tony scans the table, everyone collectively groans. “Great, so everyone,” he concludes. “I believe Bananas Foster is on the menu.”

“Oh, I’ll have to pass unfortunately. I’m allergic to bananas actually,” you sigh in relief at sneaking out of eating more. 

“Cheater,” Peter mumbles under his breath, earning a sly smile from you. 

“We can get you something else, Y/n?” Tony interjects. 

��No, thank you. I’ve eaten more than enough.” 

“You sure?”

“Positive!” the other dinner guests chuckle at your enthusiastic response.

You turn back to Peter as he continues teasing you. You miss Natasha’s pensive demeanor. She’d been paying very close attention to you for nearly the entire evening. A banana allergy has to be a coincidence, right? She’s captured by her own thoughts. 

“Nat, what is it, love?” Wanda is flat out worried at this point.

Natasha huffs and rises from her seat, wiping a thin layer of sweat from her forehead before making a beeline toward the bathroom at the end of the long hallway. The rest of the group share curious glances, being unsure about what they may have missed.  

Almost as soon as Natasha bursts into the first floor bathroom, she slams the door shut, leaning up against it. She struggles to inhale. Adrenaline rushes through her veins as she turns to the sink to splash cold water in her face. She meets her own dilated pupils in the mirror.

“There’s just no fucking way,” she breathes. Natasha’s mind races but she couldn’t catch up with any of her thoughts. She grabs her wallet out of her pocket and shakily searches through the folds. She quickly finds a small, dingy crinkled photo that was folded in half. She opens it to reveal your big, shiny eyes and bright smile, missing a single front tooth. You haven’t changed a bit. Tears flood the woman’s emerald eyes. It was unclear if there was an actual knock at the bathroom door or if Natasha was hallucinating at this point. How did you find your way back to her? The sound of blood rushing in her ears and her eyes being tightly shut did not allow Natasha to hear Wanda entering the bathroom. She nearly jumps out of her skin as her wife’s hand reaches out to grab her attention. 

Wanda notices the image locked in Natasha’s hand and gasps, instantly realizing the resemblance. 

“Doesn’t she remember me?” Natasha forces through her tears and shallow breaths.

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[declareqenius]

some would sing and some would scream

summary: your girlfriends are two of the best mob bosses in the city. you and natasha were out for a nightly walk, both feeling restless as you awaited wanda’s return from a business trip. it was going well, until someone got the jump on both of you. 

pairings: WandaNat x Reader

warnings: blood, violence, knives, being tied up, stabbing, passing out

a/n: hey guys! here’s another one. i have no idea how mobs work, which is probably a good thing, but i hope it makes enough sense. second part, anyone? let me know what you think! wanda is barely here but is mentioned throughout. 

Part 1 | Part 2 

It’s been days since you and Natasha have seen Wanda. Days, maybe a week, since you were both taken by the henchmen of an enemy family; the Celestials. They have nerve, you’ll give them that, but you know as soon as Wanda and the rest of your family finds your location, they won’t know what hit them. 

The metal chair is cold against your legs and the restraints around your wrists are digging uncomfortably into your skin. You know the more you struggle, the worse it will be, but you need to at least try. There are cuts on either cheek and one gash on your thigh- which is exposed because you decided to wear shorts that fated day. You started regretting your decision yesterday because they kept their torture room freezing, and although you reside in New York, the cold has never been- and never will be- your friend. 

Natasha sits next you in a chair identical to yours. Her restraints are different, though, and it’s obvious the Celestials know how big of a threat she is. She’s continuously struggled to get out of them and your heart pangs in your chest because part of you knows it’s because she hates seeing you hurt. 

Your girlfriend is safe from cuts and gashes and it’s all due to them wanting to get under her skin. They know of the relationship you share with the two powerful mob leaders, and they’re trying to use it to their advantage. 

Natasha doesn’t break easily. Neither does Wanda. Everyone knows this, including you, but Nat barely lasted ten minutes when Najma- the leader of the Celestials- started dragging the knife across your thigh. She begged her to take her instead, but Najma was quick to assure that any torture you faced would be dragged out. 

“Nat. Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself if you keep struggling.” Your firm voice cuts through the thick silence and leaves no room for argument. You’d stopped struggling five minutes ago when you realized it wouldn’t help, but Natasha kept it up and the redness around her wrists started to worry you. 

“I need to get out before they come in again. Need to get you untied.” Her voice is gravelly and preoccupied, and her plight is obvious. The only thoughts swarming her head are about getting you out of there unharmed. 

“And then what? You fight them off with nothing and we die trying to escape? We leave Wanda alone? She’ll never forgive us for that. We have to think about this, Natasha.” 

You’re honestly surprised how calm you were, considering the situation. But you know Wanda is on a murderous rampage and Natasha is going through anger induced anxiety at the mere thought of either of you not making it out of this, so you’re left being the reasonable one. 

“I am thinking about this, Y/N!” 

Her chair clangs to a halt as she stops struggling with a frustrated huff. You know that if the two of you weren’t in the hands of your family’s greatest rival, then your girlfriend would let her tears flow free. The only sign that she had any intent of crying before she remembered where you were was her red nose. 

“I’m thinking about it,” she says defeatedly, yet firmly. “Najma is going to come back any minute and she is going to harm you in unimaginable ways and I can’t stop her because I’m tied to this stupid fucking chair.” 

“Natty,” you say softly, “look at me, please?” 

God, you wish you could reach out and touch her. It takes a moment for her to find some semblance of composure so she can look you in the eyes instead of staring guiltily at the gash in your thigh. 

“Listen to me, okay? I need you to hear me,” you start, waiting until Natasha subtly nods her head to continue, “You aren’t going to tell them anything. No matter what they do to me-” 

“But-” 

“No. Listen. Whatever they do to me, I need you to grin and bear it until Wanda gets here or you have a secure plan to get us out. It’s going to be painful for both of us, but I’m a big girl, I can handle it, okay?” 

“Detka, I don’t know if I can-” 

“Natalia. I knew what I was getting into the moment you and Wanda told me what you did for a living. I knew it would happen eventually. There’s only so much protecting my knights in shining fedoras,” you give her a gentle grin at your joke, “can do. I need you to promise me. No matter how much pain I’m in. We need to wait it out. That’s all we can do right now, my love.” 

Natasha looks like she desperately wants to argue again, but you both know she’s only got so much fight left and she needs to save it for when Najma comes back. You try not to imagine what the leader of the Celestials has in store for you; which ways your body will be bloodied and scarred, but it’s hard when Natasha’s brain is going a mile a minute and the blood from the gash on your leg won’t stop dripping down your thigh. 

“Do you remember our very first date?” You ask, a small smile on your face as you look up at your girlfriend. 

“Malysh-” 

“Nat, please. I can’t sit in silence.” 

She sighs and looks away for a moment. To compose herself. You fear that sentence nearly sent her over the edge, but a moment later she nods. 

“Like it was yesterday. Wands and I had thirty minutes to clean ourselves up after having gotten back from taking care of something. We were so worried we were going to be late, and so we texted you that work held us up for longer than we anticipated. You were so patient with us. You still are so patient with us.” 

“Have to be with you two. Who knows what kind of trouble you got into when it was just the both of you parading around. Someone has to keep you in check, make sure you have something, someone to come home to. Both of you.” 

“And we cherish every moment we get to spend with you, detka.” 

Natasha says it so sincerely and it pushes you over the edge. Your eyes start watering and while it’s not a full-on sob, your tears do fall because you know where Natasha’s mind has gone. Where it has been this entire time. 

Then, it feels as if all the air in the room is sucked out. All the love you felt from Natasha moments ago is gone when you see her face switch to one you had only seen a handful of times. Your girlfriends try to keep you out of the business as much as they can, but you were still privy to some things. Natasha’s expression looked distant and blank, and you hear clapping from the far right corner of the room. 

Your heart sinks to your stomach, but you keep your features neutral. 

Najma. 

“Aw, how sweet. Quite a show you both put on. If this were reality television, my family would be rooting for you. Little lovebirds. It’s a shame your other girlfriend isn’t here. I’m sure it would spice things up.” 

“If she were here, you would be dead already,” you snark. 

“Dorogoy-” Natasha starts in warning, but Najma is quick to cut her off. 

“It’s okay, Ms. Romanova. She won’t be able to... joke around much once I’m done with her. I must say, I have been quite lenient and I am a sucker for a love story, but I fear it is time to get some answers. So, every time you refuse to answer one of my questions, your little girlfriend here will endure some kind of pain. Haven’t decided yet. Won’t decide until that moment. Whatever feels right, I suppose. Nod to let me know you understand.” 

Natasha nods. 

Your eyes bore holes into the side of her head and you hope she hears your pleas. Your reminders. 

“Good. We’ll start off easy, then.” Najma takes her knife out of her boot and slowly walks over to you. She places the tip on your upper arm. The way she’s looking at you, as if you were a turkey to be carved instead of eaten and enjoyed, chills you to the bone. 

“What is your name?” Najma directs the question towards Natasha. 

“Natasha Romanova-Maximoff.” 

“Hm. That’ll do. What is your wife’s name?” 

“Wanda Romanova-Maximoff.” 

These were all answers that Najma knew already, and you’re unsure of why she’s wasting time. Not that you’re complaining. The more time she takes to interrogate Natasha, the more time Wanda has to find you both. The only name Najma shouldn’t know is yours. Natasha hasn’t once used it since you’ve been kidnapped, and you figure it’s for a reason. Your only family is the one you were welcomed into when you officially became Wanda and Natasha’s girlfriend, but your name not being out there kept you safer. 

“And what is your girlfriend’s name?” 

There it is. 

You glance at Natasha, fully aware of the knife on your arm but deeming it safe enough to move the slightest amount. Natasha’s eyes catch yours and you don’t have to plead with her this time. Her decision was made the moment her green eyes met your own. 

Keeping your name a secret gives both of you a better chance when Wanda breaks the both of you out of this place. 

So, when Natasha moves her eyes from yours to look at Najma, you prepare yourself for the pain. 

The redhead doesn’t say anything. She doesn’t need to. Najma knows it isn’t a question she’s going to answer simply by the blank determination written across her face. 

“Very well then,” the Celestial leader says, bored as she drags the knife slowly across your upper arm. 

You stare at Natasha the entire time. 

Natasha stares at your arm, and you know it is her way of punishing herself. 

As if being locked in a freezing room with no way out wasn’t punishment enough. Your girlfriend forces herself to watch as one of her foes marks your body with their knife. Their torture. 

It makes her angry and she clenches both her jaw and her fists to keep herself from pulling on the restraints, having learned her lesson twenty minutes earlier. 

Wanda will never let her live this down. 

You’re glad it’s not Wanda with you. She would have been able to kill everyone by now, but if they had put special cuffs on her and made her watch as they tortured you, you know she would have given everything up to ensure you lived. 

You appreciate how much your girls love you, but the family wouldn’t have been able to take that kind of hit. So, you’re glad it’s Natasha who is with you, and maybe you’ll get the chance to reiterate that to Wanda someday soon. It will surely keep them from biting each other’s heads off while you’re recovering. 

“Next question.” 

You can hear the Cheshire Cat-like grin Najma wore as she placed the knife in a different spot on your body. This time, your thigh, about two inches higher than the first gash she gave you. 

“Where is the Mind stone?” 

Again, Natasha doesn’t answer and you audibly keel over in pain when the knife creates an identical gash to the one that came before it. 

Again, Natasha watched the knife slide across your thigh. 

“Hard eggs to crack, but I have only just begun.” 

Now, Najma is in front of you and you barely have enough time to process the cool metal of the knife being dragged down your face. Your breathing is heavy, but you muster the most spiteful expression you can. 

“I would really hate to see this beautiful face marred, Natasha. It would be such a shame. She could pose for those magazines. I hear it is great work, but enough small talk. Maybe I won’t have to mar your beautiful face, my little paaltoo.”

You decide then that you only like Urdu when Kamala speaks it. 

“All Natasha has to do is give me the location of the Mind stone and your pretty little face will go unmarked. Don’t worry, it will only hurt a little bit. It’s more of a... reminder for your lovers.” 

Even if your girlfriend’s face remains neutral, you can tell she’s seething on the inside. You glance at her for a moment and you know that you need to stall more. Enough for Wanda to find both of you. Nat can’t do anything but not answer Najma’s questions, and eventually Najma will tire of the game she’s playing. Who knows what that would look like? You doubt she would kill you quickly and undermine the work she’s already done on you, but if Najma doesn’t have something to quell her violent hunger, you don’t know what will happen to you or Natasha. 

So, you have to keep Najma entertained. Interested. Piece of cake. 

When you know that her focus is on Natasha’s expression and not your “pretty little face”, you send a guilty look to your girlfriend. Better to ask for forgiveness later. Then, you muster up all your courage and remember all the times you’ve seen Wanda and Natasha interrogate people, and you speak.

“What makes you think Natasha will talk? You’ve gotten this far and she hasn’t said a word. Maybe she doesn’t care about me as much as you think she does.”

“Mm, you’re not going to get me that easy my little paaltoo, I hear how she speaks to you. How she looks at you. And how she seethes every time my blade runs across your delicate skin. The love this woman holds for you is insurmountable. Don’t think me a fool.” 

“You picked the wrong one.” 

“Excuse me?” 

Blood runs down the side of your arm and thigh and you’ve long forgotten how to feel the searing pain. 

“The wrong girlfriend. You should’ve picked Wanda. Natasha is tough to crack but she’s been through a lot. Wanda, though? Wanda has a heart of gold and the sight of me in danger would have had her spilling all of her secrets. Or it would have sent her on a murderous rampage and we’d be out of here already, but you never know. All I’m saying is that Wanda would have given you so much more than Natasha ever will.” 

Your nonchalance must have been jarring to both the women in the room, and you’re certain that Yelena, your best friend, would have been proud of you. 

“I’m holding a knife to your face and you have the audacity to judge my methods?” 

Najma pierces your skin with the point of the blade and it almost makes you laugh. 

“What are you going to do? Kill me? You would lose leverage over Wanda and Natasha. You wouldn’t give that up so easily.” 

“And what makes you think I couldn’t find something else they hold dear to them?” 

“You would be searching for the rest of your life.” 

It’s a big statement. Words that probably hold a lot more weight than anything you have ever said before, but you’re aware of what you mean to your girlfriends. How all of you balance each other out in ways that no one expects upon first meeting the three of you. In fact, you’re so certain of your feelings for them and vice versa, that if you make it out of this alive, then you’re going to propose to them. 

Wanda would absolutely kill Natasha if you didn’t make it out of this alive. Guilt would eat both of them up, but better one of you makes it out than neither of you. 

Another slash of the knife on your cheek and you can feel the sting of the blade as Najma follows all the way through with a flick of her wrist. 

“Natasha, tell you girlfriend to shut up.” 

“I’ve never listened to Natasha.” You’re a bit of a brat sometimes, it’s true. “Besides, I’m going to bleed out soon anyway. Then my lovely girlfriend won’t have anyone to talk to. That would be such a shame because I’m a gem.” 

You decide then that you’ve stalled long enough, and really all you did was give your already gushing wounds time to bleed even more. The light headedness is starting to catch up to you and you sincerely hope that you’ve done enough. 

Najma doesn’t pay any mind to your talking, probably realizing what exactly it is that you were doing, and instead she focuses on Natasha again. 

“I will ask one more time.” 

This time Najma positions the knife in front of your stomach and you don’t know if she’s going to stab you or cut you, but you’re not sure she knows either. Frantic green eyes lock onto yours as you get a good look at Natasha. Your eyes are calm as you try memorize everything from the way her braid sits on the side of her shoulder to the perfect shape of her lips. Fear pulses through you and you know that somehow it is not entirely your own, but you shake your head all the same. 

You will not be the reason your family falls. You will not be the reason that Wanda and Natasha have no home to go back to. 

“Where. Is. The Mind stone?” 

Nat’s eyes are pleading but yours remain blank and you know she has to bring forth years and years of training to look away from you and instead at Najma. So the woman holding the knife can see the defiance in her eyes along with her lips pursed in a straight line. Natasha isn’t going to say a word. 

The knife plunges into your left side and you don’t scream, you aren’t going to give your captor that satisfaction, but the sound you do make is enough to have Natasha looking away and a single tear rolling down her cheek. To your confusion, though, Najma doesn’t withdraw the weapon. She leaves the blade inside of you and brushes off her hands before grabbing you by the chin so you can look directly in her eyes.

“Don’t breathe too hard, my little paaltoo, otherwise a vital organ will be caught and I would so love to torture you more later.” 

With that, she lets go of you and walks out. You think that having to look into that woman’s eyes was worse than any of the torture she’s inflicted on you. 

“Natty,” you breathe, voice worn and your eyes wanting to shut already. You’ve never been stabbed before and the pain plus your other wounds is too much. 

“Detka, I’m so sorry,” Natasha’s voice breaks and your heart aches for her. 

“Shhh. Don’t apologize, my love.” Breathing is starting to get really hard. “Natty I need to tell you something.” 

“Anything, malyshka.” 

You know Nat is desperate to keep you talking. Keep you awake. Alive. You don’t want to give up just yet. Wands will be here soon, you can feel it. 

“I think,” your head lolls to the side for a moment, “I think I only,” you breathe in and out, “like Urdu when Kamala,” you swallow because your mouth feels really dry all of a sudden, “speaks it.” 

“Me too, detka. Me too.” 

You can feel yourself fading, and you don’t think the knife has hit anything vital yet, but maybe a nap would help lessen the pain. Just a quick one. 

Your head lolls forward and it jostles the blade a little. You can hear Natasha’s panic, how her voice wavers and breaks as she addresses you. 

“Detka, baby, you’re doing so good for me, love. You’ve done so good. I need you to hold on just a little bit longer, okay? Just a little longer. For Wanda. Please, baby. Need you to stay awake.” 

You blink your eyes open and muster enough strength to look up at her. 

“I’m so tired, Natty.” 

“I know, baby. I know, but I need you for just a little longer, okay?”

“I don’t know if I can, Natty.” 

Breathing hurts and blood is sticky. Your head once again droops forward.

“Please. Please, Y/N!” 

Natasha’s cries are suddenly drowned out by the door opening. You assume it’s Najma, because even in your drowsy state, you didn’t miss the fact that Natasha screamed your name. 

But then there’s an explosion and you’re able to open your eyes just enough to see swirls of scarlet red surrounding the room. You can’t hang on any longer, but you hope that Wanda and Natasha will forgive you as you finally let your eyes close all the way and your body slump forward in the metal chair you were tied to. 

The last thing you felt was Natasha’s hands on you, trying to wake you up, and the last thing you heard was Wanda’s agonizing screams.

#wandanat x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #they're all having a really great time #reader goes through it #wanda is never going to let natasha live this down #wanda will also never let reader out of her sight ever again #natasha won't either

[steinfellds]

Unbreakable Ties

This series will have persistent dark themes such as human trafficking and dubious consent. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Pairing: Mobbosses!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Summary: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff, renowned as the city's most powerful and dangerous mob bosses, decided that their lives needed a touch more excitement, leading them to acquire a pet.

Series Warnings: Human trafficking, murder, dubcon, violence, smut, angst, heavy pet play, dom/sub dynamics.

── Main Story ──

: ̗̀➛The Greetings

#kayoposts #unbreakable ties #wandanat x reader

[esouliie]

Can you give us good wanda x reader fic recs on ao3 pleaseeee :33

sure thing!

wanda x reader

the house at the edge of the world – friends to lovers (completed) 18+

going, going, gone – new neighbour au (not completed) 18+

the girl next door – new neighbour au (completed) 18+

love me dead – vampire au (completed) 18+

august – utter heartbreak (completed) 18+

take me to your river - mommy wanda :3 (completed) 18+

new hope club – high school au (completed) 18+

can’t take the heat – chef au (completed) 18+

wandanat x reader

business as unusual – mob wives au (not completed) 18+

the colour of you – age gap gfs au (not completed) 18+

can we always be this close? – friends to lovers (completed)

gold rush – sugar mommy au (completed) 18+

#— 💌 : recs!

[gingiesworld]

Gingie's Kinktoberfest

Hey awesome people, this is my first ever Kinktober event and I hope you all will enjoy what I have in store with a range of characters from Lizzie with appearances of Nat and Maria too. The list and dates they will be released are as below.

1st: MILF Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: It has been a while since Wanda has had an orgasm so she asks her best friend for a helping had.

3rd: Natasha Romanoff x Porn Star Avenger (Amab! R) Summary: Reader is a porn star and Natasha is a secret fan, especially when she learns that the masked crusader on the hub is indeed her fellow Avenger

5th: Therese Raquin x Fem Reader Summary: Therese is unhappily married to Camille and she has always had feelings for reader who was also part owner of the pub. So one night when Therese decides to let loose and have some fun, she finally takes what she wants.

7th: Gerri Fields x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Gerri Fields still goes to college a virgin where she meets an old school friend she used to admire before graduation. The two soon start to date and Gerri asks them to be her first.

9th: Maria Hill x Lower Level Agent Reader(Amab! R) Summary: Maria is on a mission with reader who makes one tiny mistake and she is fast enough to berate them on the way back to headquarters. But Reader stands up for themselves which soon turns into something more ;)

11th: Step sister Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda visits her step sibling in the city and they offer to take her to a club. The two soon get drunk and Wanda finds herself dancing seductively which doesn't help with the tension that was between them before ;)

13th: Jane Banner x Mob Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Jane Banner was always the one who wore the trousers but that was until she met Y/N. The mob boss who she was trying to take down. Soon finding herself tied to their bed as they used her for their pleasure.

15th: Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Readers favourite place to be is between the Infamous Black Widow's legs. Pleasing her until she squirts.

17th: Step mom Wanda x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda overheard Y/N screaming her name only to walk in on them jerking themselves off to the sinful thoughts of their step mom.

21st: Innocent Wanda x Step Parent GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda comes home after being dumped by her boyfriend since high school in search of comfort. Soon receiving more than she never knew she needed from Reader

23rd: Maria Hill x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: At one of Tony's parties, exes bump into each other and soon fall into old habits.

25th: Assistant Wanda x CEO Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Reader requests a little bit more off of their assistant and she is more than ready to comply as they bend her over the desk.

27th: Bratty Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Natasha decides to be blunt and abrupt with reader who doesn't care for it, especially when she is cocky and disrepectful in front of their friends.

29th: Wanda Maximoff x Stripper Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Wanda hires Reader claiming it is for a Bachelorette party which turns out to be sex party for all of her friends.

31st: WandaNat x GN! Reader (Amab! R) Summary: Both Wanda and Nat are persuing reader thinking they are clueless but they are loving the attention a little too much.

18+ MINORS DNI

HAPPY KINKTOBER BUDDIES!!!

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x you #wanda x y/n #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #gerri fields fanfiction #jane banner x gn! reader #maria hill x reader

[writerslittlelibrary]

Fics that are in the making:

So, I'm not a prisoner? Part 3 here

Birthday fic for I'm not a prisoner? here

Blackhill x deaf daughter reader (request) here

Winterwidow x autistic daughter reader here

Wandanat x daughter reader (request) here

Apocalypse au next part here

That's my girl, Nat x teen reader here

Wandanat x worried daughter (request) here

Mob!Natasha x teen reader (request) here

Winterwidow x daughter reader here

Mob!winterwidow x teen reader here

My birthday is in two days, so I'll definitely be posting the birthday fic then🤭

(Also, I have so many requests still sitting in my inbox and I should really get to work on them, but for some reason if a request doesn't stand out to me, I have such a hard time writing it, so I apologise if you ever requested anything but didn't get a response 🫶)

#black widow #marvel #natasha x reader #mcu #avengers #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader platonic #natasha x daughter #blackhill #marvel reader insert #wandanat x daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x daughter!reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat #maria x natasha #natasha x maria #natasha #natasha romanoff x daughter #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff x teen reader #natasha romanoff x reader platonic #mob natasha romanoff #mob natasha

[scarlettromanov]

Welcome to my blog

RULES BEFORE READING MY WORK:

Master List - Business as Unusual

Business as Unusual 

Chapter One - The Fall Chapter Two - The Contract Chapter Three - The Lesson  Chapter Four - The Tension Before the Storm Chapter Five - The Truth Chapter Six - The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses Chapter Seven - Bridge over Troubled Water Chapter Eight - The Rooftop

Summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company?

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

NOTE: THIS FIC IS 18+ - minors do not engage with my work! Tag List

warnings(18+only):  CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst; 

#business as usual #bau au #mob au #wandanat x reader #wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #wandanat x y/n #wanda x natasha #natasha x fem!reader #mommy wanda #wanda x natasha x reader

[maximotts]

okayyy but the Private Hire ladies forcing R to take turns eating them out before literally making R cum their brains out

remember when I said this was coming out like two hours ago but then everyone and their mother (and my own mother) decided to derail me with random tasks? hahaha yea anyways... this wasn't supposed to be as long as it is, but well- it's the mob wives and I adore them. I hope you enjoy it, nonnie!

pairing: Private Hire AU; WandaNat x reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut, top!Nat, switch!Wanda, kinda switch!R; fingering, face sitting, shameless groping, strap-on use (r recieving), oral, overstim, honestly R gets a little bratty for a bit, but it's only because Wanda coddles her way too much, idk uhm.. a lot of messy sex

words: 2.1k

private hire masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Fuck, baby, right there… Stay still now-”

If moving was even a thought in your mind, Natasha’s vice grip on your skull would’ve squeezed it away. She held you in place effortlessly, fucking against your open mouth so roughly your nose was beginning to hurt. “God, your mouth.. I need to take you with me next time I go away…”

Strong as she was, Natasha could only reach the top of you from her seated position against the headboard— the rest of you was Wanda’s job.

One steady hand pressed you to the mattress by the small of your back, her other busy between your legs and two fingers drove into you so perfectly, there was no hope of holding off. Wanda always had a little too much fun whenever she shared you with Natasha, but then again, she’d always been prone to getting carried away. “Are you going to be a good little dove and make daddy cum?”

You moaned your response against Natasha’s cunt, a wet, muffled noise as the woman behind you curled her digits into that spongy spot Wanda loved to play with. Pushing you to your limits was the couple’s favorite pastime and tonight’s game was being their obedient toy for as long as you could last; when you came, you were done.

It seemed simple enough until you found there wasn’t a single moment when one of them wasn’t touching you; Natasha making you cockwarm her while you fondled Wanda’s breasts only for the brunette to flip you as soon as she finished, pushing you between her wife’s thighs. They knew you inside and out as if they’d handcrafted you, expertly working you over until the few thoughts left in your head were completely of them and the pleasure they could bring if you did as they asked.

You’d been a hopeless jumble of whines when Wanda refused your mouth on her, insatiable since the first night she allowed you to go down on her, but she’d promised to let you once she got to watch Natasha cum. Play by the rules, love. We’re not going anywhere.

The compromise was keeping your mouth busy with Natasha, always happy to watch you go lightheaded as she used you without a care in the world, muttering curses and praises that, when you could understand them, only grew filthier the closer she got to her end. “Gonna cum on your tongue, sweet thing, and you’re going to take it all like the greedy little whore you are…”

She tugged at your hair and you sobbed your agreement, daring to swirl your tongue over her entrance, just barely teasing the sensitive ring of muscle, and not a second later, Natasha was twisting and convulsing above you. So enraptured with the glorious sight of the redhead’s release, you forgot to keep your own at bay, Wanda’s thumb rolling over your clit sending you headfirst into a powerful orgasm the two women had been so carefully building up for hours.

“Poor baby, was that all too much for you?” Wanda let you clench around her fingers, watched you savor the slow drag of them as you desperately rut against her hand, used to at least one of them keeping you at that high until you broke all over again. This time though, the brunette’s fingers came to a stop and both women chuckled hearing the whine muffled into Natasha’s inner thigh.

With the dreaded loss of Wanda’s touch, you scrambled up the expanse of Natasha’s now slumped form, kissing her before she could even think of pushing you off. “I did good…” It was a statement more than anything and if Natasha’s hungrily devouring the taste of herself from your lips was any indication, she agreed, “Let me play with mommy now…”

Natasha heard you, there was no way she didn’t, but she had no qualms ignoring you until she’d licked every bit of her arousal from your mouth. “Game’s over, dove. You cum and we’re done.” She would’ve continued kissing you if you hadn’t shied away, crossing your arms over your hickey covered chest in defiance. Natasha met your budding tantrum with a raised eyebrow, immune to your bratty behavior. Really, she didn’t know why you tried with her anymore, you might as well be going against a steel wall. “You’re the one who agreed. Don’t get fussy about it now.”

“But it wasn’t fair! I did what you said-” The instant Wanda smoothed a hand along your bare shoulders you melted, falling back into her and burying your face against the crook of her neck. She engulfed you in warm arms, let you wiggle until you’d found your coziest spot; right where Wanda couldn’t see you stick your tongue out at her strict wife.

“Don’t you dare cry to her, rules are rules.” Natasha sighed, ready to yank you from Wanda’s grasp and punish you for being so cheeky, but Wanda was already cooing over you, kissing your cheeks in a bid to settle your grumpy mumblings. “Wanda…”

“She couldn’t help it, Tasha, let her try again.” Wanda butt in before Natasha had a chance to sway her away, the unsated need in her core and your upset face spurring her to advocate on your behalf. “It’s not even late.”

Natasha could go on and on about how pitiful a sight you never failed to put on; any issue you’d complain about to her wife and she’d coddle you like a child spoiled rotten as long as she wasn’t upset with you. Sometimes even then, you could persuade her if you added just the right amount of a puppy dog pout. It wasn’t worth the fight, not when she also benefited from their makeshift game night.

She leaned forward to rest her weight on her hands, sharp eyes darting between her wife and girlfriend, “You only want her to try again because you want a mouth on that needy little cunt of yours, tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong,” Wanda closed the distance with a kiss, her not so secret intentions to persuade her wife for her own benefit now clear as day, “but you want to fuck her too. We can all get what we want.” Her last few words were punctuated with more featherlight kisses, all while you left your own over Wanda’s exposed collarbone. Natasha might not have agreed just yet, but she was too preoccupied with Wanda’s lips to notice her hands wandering, cupping your sex before plunging two fingers right back where you’d barely had a chance to miss her.

It was only when you began audibly gasping that Natasha caught on, sliding back with a knowing grin. “So sneaky, my love, as if I wouldn’t catch you with how noisy this one is.” Her comment left you blushing, hips jerking with the sick tingle the embarrassment brought on.

You would’ve happily spent the rest of the night between the two of them like this, snug around Wanda while Natasha teased you silly, but as content as you were, that meant nothing for what they wanted with you. When Wanda’s hand tried to leave this time, your legs clamped around her before she could escape, “Don’t go…”

Wanda only laughed, Natasha prying your thighs apart despite your best efforts, manhandling you down until the back of your head hit plush pillows, “Calm down, little one. You asked for this, yes?”

She almost felt bad for you as she took in your hazy eyes, arms grabbing for them both as you thought of nothing but your own pleasure and how great your need was for the two women who clearly had some plan they refused to let you in on. Still you nodded, jaw falling open as Wanda threw one leg over your head, hovering her pelvis just out of reach. You knew better than to touch before given explicit permission, but if she was wet when you’d seen her earlier that night, she was positively soaked now; if only you could be so lucky as to have even a drop of her arousal fall onto your waiting mouth.

She hadn’t restrained your hands and they quickly flew to Wanda’s soft thighs, squeezing and pulling in an effort to force her down. It was no use, arms weak from a long night of teasing, but as Wanda leant forward, palming your chest, you couldn’t stand another minute of denial, “Fuck, please let me taste you..”

“Ah ah, what do we say first for convincing Natasha to let you play again?” She was going to kill you, you were sure of it. If Wanda didn’t, it’d be Natasha, thick strap back in place on her hips and sliding between your abused folds.

“Thank you, mommy..” A dull slap rang out, Natasha’s palm wet against your sex and you whimpered an apology for your forgotten gratitude, “and thank you, daddy…” Your voice was hoarse, but it didn’t matter, Wanda lowering those last few inches until you both shared a delighted sigh. She wiggled her hips as a test, earning her a groan deep from your chest, tongue already waiting.

Natasha was quick to fill you this time, knowing you’ve already been well and thoroughly stretched for her to slide right in. Heavy legs fell against the bed, leaving her with the oh so gorgeous view of your pussy spread wide open. She watched you twitch as she pinched your stiff bud between her fingers, pulling the silicone toy out until only the tip breached your entrance— just to bottom out yet again and leave you choking. “Shh, relax.. If you bite Wanda, she’ll never forgive you, trust me.”

Heeding her warning, you gave Wanda an apologetic lick, sucking at her clit until she was the one gasping for breath. “Just like that, sweetheart, d-don’t stop—” The moment Wanda fell close enough, Natasha swooped in, capturing her lips effortlessly.

“Are both my girls happy now, you got what you want?” Two noises of satisfaction erupted again, yours muffled and Wanda’s loud and uninhibited. The new angle meant she could fuck you deeper, that devious head of her cock making contact with your favorite spot on every push. When you came this time, Natasha showed no signs of slowing down, if only because the vibrations of your moans on her pussy left Wanda in absolute shambles, whimpering meek adorations as she rode your face through her high.

Your mouth left her just long enough to shift positions, greedily lapping her cum from her hole and unabashedly using your tongue to fuck it back into her like Natasha had so graciously shown you how to to just to her liking. “Such a good girl for us, always doing your best to please us..” Above you, Wanda panted audibly, accent thick as she rolled her pelvis over your face and you tried your hardest to match the rhythm Natasha was working you back up with. “Just like that, my little dove.. So perfect..”

It was Wanda’s touch that you felt this time, oversensitive enough for it to border the line between pleasure and pain. No matter how you writhed, they had you trapped, forced to take whatever they gave. “M-Mommy.. hurts..”

You thought you were spared that confusing sensation of Wanda’s soothing but dreaded attention— until hot saliva met the top of your cunt. “Shh, stay put.” Careful fingers smeared it over your overstimulated clit, adding to the mess you already knew you were making atop their bedspread. Your brain was too fuzzy to protest, consciousness only focused on that pleasurable stretch between your legs and Wanda’s sweetness coating your tongue.

“There now.. mommy and daddy won’t hurt you.” Some final piece clicked with Natasha’s words, taught body relenting even as your bosses worked you selfishly, filling you and rubbing you until you cried out against Wanda in your third orgasm of the night. “You’re in good hands, sweet thing.”

Both women were well aware of how easily fucked out you got, Natasha in particular with how insistent Wanda was to exploit in you the same qualities she had within herself. Not that Natasha ever let her forget. She caught the brunette trembling, guided weak arms over strong shoulders until Natasha was the only thing holding her upright. “I wasn’t done, Nat…”

Grateful as you were for the relief from her wicked touch, some insatiable urge still craved more and slowly, mindlessly you fucked yourself on Natasha’s strap, unwilling to be left with no stimulation just yet. It was all you could do while you sent Wanda soaring again, core clenching around your relentless tongue, thighs clenching over your ears painfully.

Wanda looked at her wife, face flushed but clearly the most level-headed of the three, and as one sneaky hand met her breasts, toying with her nipples in a way that left her near suffocating you as she spasmed, she knew their game was far from over. “Who said I was done with either one of you, princess?”

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mob!wandanat x reader

18+ : cnc, mommy kink, fingering and oral (r!receiving), alcohol use, drink spiking, darkish wandanat

Natasha and Wanda sandwiched you between them as the three of you walked home. They held possessively onto each of your arms as you stumbled along the pavement tiredly, the streetlights blurred and your heels scuffed over the concrete with each clumsy step.

They let you get this drunk, watching in amusement as they sipped on virgin drinks and you tipped various liquors down your throat. You had a couple shots whilst they slyly tipped theirs away, you asked for a coke and they gave you one with vodka. They watched intently as your inhibitions lowered more and more throughout the night, laughing louder and dancing with them when they asked, near misses with spilled drinks and groggy movements of your limbs.

They led you out of the bar when you lazily slumped your head onto Natasha’s shoulder, they smiled fondly at the defenceless thing you’d become. So pliant and dependent on them - even more so than usual - leaning into them as you walked with drunken mumbles of ‘I love you’ muffled against them, punctuated with hiccups and small laughs.

“Need some water.” You murmured when they got you through the front door, kicking your shoes off before making your way to the kitchen, room spinning and hand holding your body up against the wall.

They shared a look as they watched you sip some water from a glass as you leant against the counter, they’d been so hungry for you all day just waiting for this moment. It only spurred them on when you began peeling your dress from your body with a huff, grumbling about being too hot until you stood in your underwear.

“You look so pretty, detka.” Wanda spoke when she walked up to you, cupping your cheek with her hand as she looked into your glazed over eyes. “So, so pretty.” She added with a kiss to your lips that you lazily reciprocated.

“Mhm, just our pretty, little, mindless baby.” Natasha’s voice rasped behind you, plump lips ghosting over your neck and strong arms taking hold of your waist.

“‘M tired. Need to go to sleep, we can do this tomorrow.” You answered, resting your tired head on Natasha’s shoulder whilst Wanda’s hands wandered down your body.

“But you’re already undressed for us, sweetheart. You want this, we know you do, so just let me have a taste.” Wanda returned lowering to her knees before you; your poor attempt at moving away fell fruitless when Natasha pulled your arms behind your back, holding them firmly in place as her teeth dug into your neck.

“C’mon, don’t be a brat. Let your mommy fuck you, she just wants you to feel good. Don’t you want to make Wanda happy?”

Her voice was soft but firm when she spoke and her fingertips dug into your wrists where she held them. You kept your head leaning on her as you closed your eyes against the spinning room and Wanda pulled your underwear down your legs, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs until she reached your pussy.

“See, I knew she wanted it. She’s fucking soaked.” She uttered, sucking harshly on your clit without warning, licking her tongue through your folds and humming against you at your taste.

Natasha could hear the small whimpers at the back of your throat whilst Wanda lapped at your cunt, she made sure to leave marks behind where she kissed, smirking against you at the hisses of pain you let out at each harsh bite.

Your hips bucked into her when she curled two fingers into your hole, hooking them round to hit at that perfect sweet spot she knew drove you wild. And her goal was reached when you couldn’t hold back a loud moan of pleasure at the feeling and you clenched around her digits with heavy breaths.

“You gonna be good and cum for your mommy?” Natasha breathed. “Let us hear you, hm?”

With another suck at your swollen clit, you were dripping down Wanda’s hand, soaking her fingers as she rode you through. Natasha always loved how you tasted so pulled Wanda's hand to her own mouth, wrapping her lips around the wet fingers to lick them clean of your juices.

She pulled you into a kiss and Wanda did the same, holding your tired and half asleep body upright as they looked at you fondly

“Let’s get our princess to bed.”

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hihihi! i was just randomly searching for mob wandanat fics today and as i scrolled i came across an old post of urs about a potential medieval wandanat au.

https://www.tumblr.com/inkblot-inc/701842353300832256/can-you-tell-us-bout-any-aus-youve-been-working (sorry idk how to link properly 😭)

but it just had me wondering… would u plan on continuing that idea? if not, would u write wandanat x reader in general? maybe i could shoot u a few ideas if interested! you’re an amazing writer and would love to see you write the duo!

hope you’re doing well! :)

Oh, I still have the medieval wandanat x reader au in my pocket! I'll have to dust it off since I haven't looked into it for a bit. I'd totally be down to get into that tho 👌🏾

I'd love to write wandanat x reader in general there's no question about that. I'm sure I could come up with something, and ideas are totally appreciated!

I have a couple other things that I'm working on at the moment, but It's cool to hear that you enjoy my writing enough to see my takes on a specific pairing, y'know?

#I'm doing pretty good but this was a nice way to wrap up my evening #I'll have to dust off the ole medieval au doc but i had so much thought in it tbh #i just haven't thought about it in a while y'know? #i should do more wandanat stuff huh? 🤔 #ideas are definitely appreciated #...and if i like the idea who knows? i might fixate on it enough to expound on it #jc ink blots #jc inked asks

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