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Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh really?"

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

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

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

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

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Bible Study

Priest!Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: BLASPHEMOUS! (Read with caution) Mean-ish WandaNat. (Am I a whore?)

Smut: Father (N), Mommy (W), Bunny (R) |Fingering (R), Oral (W), Unprotected Sex (R-Nat has a Dick), Kinks: Spitting, Slapping, Praising, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Please Don’t Report^ Labeled.

4,674 Words

Wanda knew everyone in town, it was part of the gig being the pastors wife and all, so when you entered their church this morning her curious eyes locked right in on your docile form as you took a seat on the aisle three rows back.

"Isn't she so pretty Natty?" Wanda held onto her wife's bicep with unexpected force as she surveyed the crowd settling into the pews, "She's precious, can we have her, please?"

Natasha chuckled, "Will that make my detka happy?" Wanda nodded. "Then she's all ours."

The couple shared a sweet kiss before Wanda took her rightful place in the front pew, right by their twins, Billy and Tommy Romanoff. They were a perfect split, Billy looked just like Wanda, while Tommy looked like Natasha.

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Natasha softly smiled down at her family, then she looked out at her congregation with a grin, "Good morning everyone, shall we begin?"

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The sermon was great, it didn't feel anything like you were used to in the past, there was an air of understanding in the preachers eyes and you knew it to be genuine as she had a wife. Word traveled around this small town fast, which is why you ended up here this Sunday.

There wasn't judgement here, and that was the way it should always be, as the bible itself says.

There was a post sermon luncheon being hosted across the way from the main church in a smaller building, it definitely piqued your interest, but you were unable to bring yourself to enter, so you did the next best thing and turned to leave towards the parking lot.

"Where are you sneaking off to dorogoy?"

"Oh, um hi there ma'am, I was headed home."

Wanda winced, "Please, refrain from calling me ma'am, it feels like you've just wounded me honey," she gripped at her heart to feign pain, causing you to chuckle softly, "My apologies..."

"Wanda," she held out her hand, you nervously accepted it, and your knees threatened to buckle at the mere sight of her gorgeous smile.

"So, instead of heading home, how about you follow me in? We'd love to get to know you."

"Y/N."

"A pretty name, attached to such a pretty face, what a shocker," she mused, relishing in the sight of your widened eyes, and at the way your head fell to hide your sudden nervous smile.

Wanda escorted you to the table with her kids, "I'll be right back with some snacks, sit tight."

"Hi!" Tommy shouted, you met his enthusiasm with a calm wave. "I'm Tommy, this is Billy."

"Hi," Billy greeted, far more reserved than his brother, "You're new, what brings you here?"

"I'm on a journey of self discovery actually," you admitted, rather easily at that, "I'm from out West, but I decided to venture out and in my journey I seem to have ended up here."

"Interesting, of all the places you could've traveled to, tell me honey, why New Jersey?"

It shocked you to see the pastor stood beside you, she was no longer in her church attire, but instead she wore a pair of blue jeans, with a simple white shirt that clung to her muscular figure in a way that seemed far too sinful for the venue, but your eyes still wandered.

"I-I'm not exactly sure Pastor Romanoff, I just know something told me that this was where I needed to be, so I parked my RV and stayed."

Natasha smirked, if her job has taught her anything, it's that God works in mysterious ways, and that this here was a true testament to the powerful nature of divine intervention.

"Please, call me Nat," she extended her hand out, and even if your hand was clammy, like before you accepted it, and whispered, "Y/N."

"Well Y/N, we're so happy to have a new face around, especially one as gorgeous as yours," she winked and you about lost the ability to breathe as she looked at you like you were her prey while her children were sat there coloring.

Wanda returned to see you looking absolutely awestruck, your lips pursed, while your eyes were chock-full of wonder as well as terror. Their prayers have finally been answered is all she can think as she settles down beside you, a smidge too close for a preachers wife you reckon, but you also can't be bothered to care.

"Hey, Y/N," you turned to look at her, your breath hitching as you nearly bumped noses, "Are you free for an introductory bible study?" Wanda smiled at you, innocent in nature, but you could see something more devious brewing behind those mesmerizing viridescent orbs.

"I-I, where, when?"

Natasha smirked, "Here, tonight, let's say 6?"

"Yeah, okay, what do I need to bring?" you asked while jumping to your feet in a rush.

Wanda followed your movement, placing a hand on your lower back she gently guided you to the exit with her wife right behind her, the women smiling brightly as you faced them.

"Just bring your pretty self," Wanda said while placing a kiss on your slightly heated cheek, "We'll handle the rest, don't worry about it."

When you got into your RV your skin was crawling, every alarm that could go off did, but you simply turned the radio up to drown them out, and headed straight towards your hotel. Where you paced for about an hour, deciding if returning was a smart idea, and wondering why you had the urge to shave for such a night.

You're preparing for the likes of a date, when in reality you're meant to meet the pastor and her wife to go over various pieces of scripture. You could use some sort of help honestly, resisting temptation was never exactly your strong suit, and with women as gorgeous as them you were perceivably hopeless if you read the vibe right.

And God, were you hoping you did...

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After hours of deliberation you found yourself eagerly driving back to the church, a bible in your shaky hand as you got out of the vehicle. But it mattered not when your heart was consumed entirely by sin, your body matched that sentiment, adorned in a lacy red two piece that you could catch a glimpse of through your sheer white top tucked into a tight black skirt.

"Oh fuck," Natasha cursed, she could feel her cock hardening at the sight of you through the blinds in her office, "Wanda, come look at her."

"Yebena mat'," Wanda cursed in her wives mother tongue, "Come on, she's waiting!"

(Holy shit)

Natasha and Wanda quietly approached you from behind as you were stood in front of the church doors in wait for the clock to strike six.

"Aren't you an early bird?" Wanda announced herself with a playful smile when you turned to her, a bit startled, but you were able to recover pretty quickly, "I haven't got much else to do."

"Really? You're dressed so," Natasha paused, eyes drinking you in, her tongue seductively moving passed her lips as she wetted them before her tone dropped, "Provocatively."

You smirked, unsure where this sudden wave of confidence of yours came from, but you were ready to run with it, "Oh, well I actually have a date after bible study, but I thought I looked cute, are you saying this gives the wrong idea?"

Natasha's jaw clenched as she brushed passed you with the church keys, meanwhile Wanda's only giveaway towards jealousy was her eyes. They spoke in place of her neutral expression.

"It's cute, but Natasha's right, you look slutty."

Words worked too you supposed...

They left you stood in the doorway with your mouth agape, and a sinking feeling setting in. You were just trying to tease them, but it seems all you did was anger them, and likely ruined your chances of this fantasy to actually happen.

"Are you coming Y/N? You're letting all the cold air in honey," Wanda called out to you, and it was her soft voice giving you whiplash that brought you back from your mind full up on turmoil. "Yup, sorry," you shuffled inside, shutting the large doors behind you, and in doing so, you effectively sealed your fate.

Natasha cleared her throat, "Come here," she was stern in not only tone but stance as she stood at her podium behind the altar, and you had no interest in making her mad so your legs swiftly brought you to her. "Kneel," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you were quick to obey the alluring woman in charge.

"You won't be needing this," Wanda slipped the bible from your hands, leaving you in a state of total confusion, your eyes tracked the room as you began to realize that this was indeed a closed bible study, and not just a fantasy.

"Look at me," Natasha commanded, and your flickering gaze instantly settled on her stony face, "From this moment forward you will call me Father, and if at anytime you wish to leave, you're free to go, do I make myself clear?"

"Answer her malysh," Wanda said from right beside you where she was crouching down to be on your level, "Don't upset her now honey, or this'll be no fun for any of us, and mommy wants to have fun with her precious bunny."

You nodded without a moment's hesitation, "Yes father, I understand," you smiled at her, and for a brief moment you saw her lips upturn before they fell back into a neutral position.

Natasha turned away to grab some things, and as she did that you released a nervous breath, only to have another caught in your throat as Wanda pressed herself into you. "You're so pretty bunny," she craned her head around to gently kiss your cheek, an act of faux innocence because in the next instance she was kissing your tingling lips hard enough to leave you breathless, "Can I touch your body, hm?"

The question felt near redundant, her lips have already touched yours, while her hands held onto your hips for support from behind, so you knew that what she was asking wasn't as simple as it sounded, and you were so eager to give in, you nodded vigorously, but Natasha gripped your chin before you could nod again.

"Use your words," she held you tighter for emphasis, "Unless you wish for consequences."

"Sorry father, I-I promise to be good," Natasha nodded, and once she loosened her grip you turned to face Wanda, "Yes mommy, you are both free to touch me however you like."

"There you go," Natasha smiled at you, it was soft, but in a condescending way, "I knew you weren't just a pretty face, such a smart girl."

While Wanda's hands bunched your skirt up Natasha's hand gripped your chin again, far less tightly than before, "Open up bunny."

Natasha watched with pride as you obediently parted your lips, she lifted the chilled golden chalice to her lips, sipping the ruby tinted wine into her mouth before she slowly leaned over, and sensually spit the wine directly into yours.

It was perfectly synchronized, the altered liquid permeated your tastebuds, and then it slid down your throat just as Wanda slid two of her fingers into your dripping cunt. Natasha pressed her lips to yours just as a scream was ripped from your burning throat, catching it with efficient ease, and spurring your arousal on tenfold as she slid her tongue over yours.

Never in your days did you expect communion to play out like this, but you'd honestly never felt closer to a higher being than you did now. Natasha, and Wanda were the holy figureheads for this small town, you understood the appeal right away with their charms, and now you thanked the world for introducing them to you.

"You're dripping," Wanda groaned, "Good grief, do you hear yourself detka? So wet."

You'd willed yourself to feel shame for what was taking place here tonight, you felt like a common mans' whore with how easily you were giving it up, but you just couldn't seem to care. With the way she fucked you, and Lord, with the words she said, they had you in a chokehold. "It's like this pussy was meant for mommy's fingers. Don't you agree detka?"

Natasha pulled away from you, the picture perfect display of cool as you panted loudly. She returned to her previous position, moving about to put things in order for, well, you hadn't a clue honestly, but you were excited.

"Answer mommy," Natasha commanded, "Sorry father," you choked out over a moan, "Y-yes mommy, I was made just for you to fuck."

"Watch your mouth," Natasha chided, her hand made instant contact with your cheek, "Pretty girls like you need not speak like that Y/N."

"Oh, okay, I-I'm sorry father, I won’t swear,” you stuttered, mind currently reeling from how your body alit with this nearly painful desire as her hand harshly collided with your skin, you nearly asked her to do it again, you’re certain Wanda knew too with the way she smirked against your shoulder, you’d clenched so hard she felt your walls suck her in even deeper.

“U shlyukhi bolevoy sindrom,” Wanda spoke in secrets to her wife, you dropped the redheads gaze as soon as she looked to you with a smirk, she knew now. “Imeyet smysl.”

(The slut has a pain kink / Makes sense)

You wish you could say you were embarrassed now, but you weren’t, only eager for more.

The pastor began to hum a familiar tune to fill the nearly silent room, and with that followed Wanda's sultry voice,"'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace, my fears relieved." Natasha unexpectedly sang out the next line, "How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed."

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," the women kept their voices low, their raspy tones wrapped around your brain as they harmonized, further clouding your lusty mind. "Sing with us sweetheart," Wanda nibbled on the lobe of your ear as her thumb grazed your clit, pulling a set of delicious mewls from you.

"Go on bunny, be our good girl," Natasha purred, her face now in front of yours as she crouched down before you with a sly smirk.

"That saved a wretch like me," you were alone as you choked out the next line, working your hardest to not get too lost in the pleasure that you forget the words, you weren't sure she wouldn't stop if you did. Wanda sped up her pace in reward, her lips parted as she breathed heavily, seeing you so pliant for them made her heart swell with hope, and she was giddy to see her wife's eyes held the same dream when they locked gazes. Natasha nodded; it was time.

"I once was lost, but now I'm found," all three of you sang the next line in synchrony, "Go on detka, let go, finish the song for us."

Her words felt coded, and as you sang the last line you knew they were, "Was blind, but now I see," your vision blurred as you came a second later, finishing on Wanda's fingers as she'd curled them with a sort of expertise.

"Good girl," Wanda purred, you whimpered at her praise, you felt your walls clench around her fingers, and cried a moment later when she pulled them from you. You were spent, your body now sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your head rested on Wanda's shoulder as your heart pounded in your head, you didn't see nor hear what the women were saying or doing.

You'd never experienced as powerful of an orgasm before, it was very much life changing, and you nearly chuckled that it happened in a church. A place of worship; you surely felt that.

It wasn't until you felt pointed fingertips tap the side of your head that you opened your eyes. Natasha stared down at you with a grin, "What do you say bunny?" You smiled softly, "Thank you mommy," you turned awkwardly to kiss her lips in thanks. "Thank you Father."

Natasha beamed genuinely, loving the way that you understood without much guidance. You were perfect, her wife always had a knack for finding prizes, and she clearly has yet to fail.

Wanda's sticky, glistening fingers flooded your vision a second later as she dipped them into a metal basin, metaphorically washing her hands clean of your sin, but you noticed she left out two of her coated fingers. You watched with a dry mouth as she lifted her hand up to her wife who didn't hesitate to lick it clean, "Sweet..."

You nearly fainted, traces of your slick now layered over her lower lip, shining just right under the dimly lit church lights. Wanda's moan directly into your ear after she tasted you next made your body tremble with renewed need as you kept your eyes locked on her wife's. It felt as if they sought to kill you with their provocations, so sexy in their natural states.

Then, the icing on the cake came when the pastor dipped two of her fingers into the tainted water, stirring it languidly until she was satisfied that your essence had mixed in well.

"Vo imya papy," Natasha chanted in her mother tongue, her thumb dripping with the not so holy water pressed a circle into your forehead, then her hand returned to the bowl, "Mamochki," her thumb swirled over your left cheek, "I dragotsennogo zaychika ty budesh' nashim," and then repeated on the right.

(in the name of the father / mommy / and the precious bunny you will be ours.)

Wanda nearly snorted as the words translated in her mind, her wife always did have an odd sense of humor; you were likely none the wiser.

"Are you ready for more?" Natasha asked, and once you replied her pants were at her ankles. The redhead watched the way your eyes fell to her tented boxers instantaneously, "You see what you did to me bunny? It's aching, and the only remedy is to let me breed your pussy, ok?"

It was a risky game saying yes, you weren't on birth control, and though you wanted kids, you weren't exactly financially stable being on the road, but when you felt Wanda grip your hips a bit tighter, and saw the hopeful look in Nat's eyes you realized your life was about to change.

You nodded, but quickly fixed your mistake, "Please father, fill me up, make me pregnant."

"Oh bunny," Wanda coo'd as her arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, "You're going to have to clean up the mess you made of mommy too," she swiftly shifted from behind you, and gently moved you to lie flat on the ground with her arms still around you. "Can you do that?"

"Of course," you beamed, a bit too excited for such a blessing. "Such a perfect gift you are." Wanda pecked your lips, then booped your nose, a soft moment before all the carnality.

Natasha cock sprung to life as she removed her boxers, she saw the way your eyes widened at her size, then she shifted her gaze as you did. The redhead began to lazily stroke herself as you both watched Wanda slip out of her dress.

"Wow," you gasped, both women chuckled as they took in your enamored features, "You're both so beautiful, a match made in heaven."

The irony of your words seemed to be lost on you in your dizzied state, but both women had to stifle a laugh. With how tonight's transpired, it's unlikely any of you are ever ascending.

"Have you seen yourself bunny?" Natasha spoke, "You've got to be like a fallen angel."

A warmth blossomed beneath your skin, and your bashful smile gave you away, you'd been well worked up as it was, but that did you in.

Within a moments time your brain further short circuited as the brunette straddled your chest, you internally cursed as you felt her wetness dripping down from the swell of your breasts. It was only turning you on more to know you caused any of this, and soon enough you moaned unabashedly as her aromatic arousal was pooling in the divots of your neck.

Wanda tutted as your hands tried to bring her closer, "Patience now bunny, I wanna see your pretty face first when daddy fills you up."

Natasha lined herself up with your hole, she slipped her tip in with ease, yet you clenched. The redhead groaned as you held her in a vice grip, with a harsh thrust of her hips half of her length was sheathed within you. Stretching your walls further than they’d ever been before, you moaned in a high pitch as her thick veins throbbed beneath the crushing pressure of your delighted pussy as you clenched.

Wanda’s legs were growing tired, as was her patience with the pit forming in her stomach, so without warning she slid down your chest and onto your agape mouth. She nearly fell forward as your screams echoed through her pussy, and sent shivers throughout her body.

Natasha had used the distraction of Wanda to fully pull out, then thrust back in until she was bottomed out. Wanda’s loud moan was simply an echo, her body a vessel for your pleasures release, letting Natasha know she was an expert at her craft, with her ego now doubled.

There was a cycle at play here, Wanda knew this very well, Natasha was staving off her release, but all the while ensuring that the both of you came, and well into the double digits.

Wanda was out of lives as you sucked her clit between your teeth harshly when her wife had slapped your clit with incredible force. The way you ate her out was different than she’d ever experienced before, it was a sloppy, tempered kinda carnal, it was so sensual, she could swear she was in Utopia, and she’d once thought she met God when she actually bagged Natasha.

Wanda surged forward, landing painfully onto the hardwood on her hands and knees due to the overstimulation. You barely had a chance to gulp down any air before Natasha was devouring your lips, her tongue greedily entering your mouth, lapping up her wife’s essence as she busts a nut without warning.

Her face falls into the crook of your neck with a pleasurable grimace, she was grunting hotly as she chased after her ever fleeting high, “Fuck!”Sounds reminiscent of a tidal wave could be heard between your legs as she desperately continued to fuck her seed into your womb.

“Oh bunny, daddy can’t wait to see your belly swell, pregnant with our kittens,” she was panting against your neck now as she built herself up to another fast approaching high. This time she completely stills as her orgasm paralyzes her with blinding pleasure, and you writhe as her seed instigates another big O.

Once she regains control of her body she jackhammers her hips into yours with no regard to your cries of anguish. “You’ll be an amazing mom Y/N, so good to all our babies,” she honestly whispered against your sweaty forehead as she laid a kiss there. Natasha had finally grown tired, pleased with her efficiency she finally allowed herself to rest atop of you, and stopped her attack on your sensitive pussy.

Wanda had already finished redressing by the time you and Natasha had finished recovering. Though her panties only grew wet as she watched the two of you beautifully fall apart. Once Natasha pulled out Wanda was kneeling at your side, her left hand cupped your face, while her other cupped your cunt. You hissed at the barest contact, whimpering, “no more,” as her fingers dipped inside, shoving back in the mixed arousal slowly oozing out of you.

Wanda didn’t want to hurt you, so she stopped after a few thrusts, scooping her fingers as she pulled out to bring the arousal to her mouth. You whimpered as she licked one of her digits clean, “Shh, mommy is gonna share bunny.” Wanda pressed her other finger passed your kiss swollen lips, leaving it there for you to suck on in a self soothing manner as she cleaned you up with a warm towel from the church kitchen.

You whined in subtle anguish, but you settled when she smiled at you with a tender gaze. In a haze of minutes for you, Wanda had redressed you and gotten you up onto at least your knees.

"Look at me bunny," Natasha cupped your cheek with a contrasting tenderness to every other touch she'd given you tonight, and she smiled just as tenderly when your hazy eyes lifted to meet hers, "Welcome to the church."

You snorted amusedly, "Thank you father,” your voice hoarse after the many harsh moans.

Natasha smirked down at you, the pad of her thumb ran over your lips, a soft gasp left her when you wrapped your lips around her digit, "Careful sweet girl, trust me, you can't handle another round tonight," her eyes darkened, and you were convinced of her terrifying honesty as you swallowed thickly and released her thumb.

"She's right detka," Wanda guided you to your feet, and kissed you with a natural smile, "Stick around town though, and I promise you we'll see to it that you're properly cared for by us."

"How so?" Wanda smiled, "In all the ways that matter, you could be ours, if you'd want that."

"But you have a date," Natasha reminded you, and you watched Wanda frown while still held tight in her embrace, "I-I was just kidding."

Wanda pressed her lips to your cheek, "That's so delightful to hear sweetheart, we aren't ones for sharing," leaving behind a smudge as she'd just freshly reapplied a layer of her lipstick.

Natasha reached for your hand next, so you extended yours to her, and she pulled you in for a far less tender kiss, but the way she cupped one half of your face told you she held you in an equally as tender regard as her wife.

"We'll see you next Sunday kotenok, drive safely, and don't forget to thank the Lord for all he's done for you in your nightly prayers," she softly pushed you passed the large oak doors, and you turned back to the happy couple with a smile that made their hearts flutter, "Thanks."

Wanda smiled warmly, "Pleasure was ours." Natasha winked at you, adorning that stupid smirk that made your core throb, you slowly wobbled your way back to your RV, a perfect reminder that you definitely did need to rest.

Wanda blew you a kiss, and watched with delight as every wall you had left crumbled as you dopily caught it. "I think I'm in love Natty."

The redhead turned away so she could lock up, "Mhm, she's a perfect fit for us, let's remember to thank God for divining us such a miracle,” suavely turning back around she sent a wink.

Wanda pressed her front into her wives, hands flat against her chest as she gazed up at her in wonder, "Do you think it worked?" Natasha's arms overlapped behind her wives lower back, her face contorted thoughtfully before she leant in to peck her alluring lips, "If it didn't, we'll make sure it does next time, she's ours now."

The couple shared a soft kiss, an excited smile worn on both their faces as they drove home. Soft tunes filled the air as they rode with the top of their mustang down, both women silent as they each dreamt up how to decorate the guest room. If all things worked out well, in a weeks time they hoped to be bringing you back with them, to the place you'll soon call home.

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goldenempyrean · 5 months

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Twinkling

« Day 15: Fairy Lights »

« Pairing: WandaNat »

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“You don’t get it Nat, the lights are what makes it christmas! It’s the one thing I love every year, they’re special!” Is what the feverish witch had yelled - well, croaked to be more accurate - earlier in response when Nat had put her foot down and decided neither of them would be attending the city’s national light switch on event.

Natasha hadn’t said it to cruel or unfair, she did have a point. Wanda was sick. Way too sick to be stood around shivering in the cold, even if she’d worn a coat, the icy bite in the wind would’ve been sure to have left her with the chills. Still, the watery tears that had slipped helplessly down her wife’s flushed red cheeks at the news had made her feel horribly guilty at her decision. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been looking forward to it too, the whole team usually met up. It was always a good night but she simply knew that Wanda would’ve gotten herself 10x sicker in the process.

Wanda hadn’t been said much after that, she simply wiped her tears and taken herself back to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a slam louder than necessary - a clear sign she wasn’t in the mood to simply talk things over.

As Natasha stood alone in the dimly lit living room, she couldn't shake off the weight of Wanda's disappointment. She knew it was probably the fever heightening her emotions but the way her bottom lip had wobbled as she tried not to cry at the news had her heart torn into bits. She could’ve leave it like this.

For now though, she gave Wanda space. Fighting back the urge to slip into their bedroom and hold her through the tears. Instead Natasha quietly slid past the room, being mindful of the creaking floorboards that threatened to give away her plan and headed up towards their attic.

Creeping open the attic door, the smell of dry air and dust make her cough instinctively as she crept inside. It was a little dark but it wasn’t hard to spot the piles of boxes in one of the corners. Wiping the settled dust from the top of one, she read the label scribbled on in black sharpie, “Christmas Decoration’s.”

“There we go.” Natasha whispered to herself, as her vision began to slowly come into plan.

She continued to open up the several boxes, searching around in them to grab exactly what she wanted and in the end she was left with countless strings of wire and bulbs.

Back downstairs, she looked around the toom with determined eyes and a softened resolve.!Natasha began draping the twinkling lights around the living room. She carefully wove them through the bookshelves, wrapped them gently around the framed photos on the walls, and adorned the windows with a warm, festive glow.

As each strand illuminated, Natasha couldn't help but smile, imagining the joy it would bring to Wanda. The room slowly began to transform from it’s somber atmosphere into a magical haven of twinkling multicoloured lights, creating dancing shadows and sparkling glows on the walls.

She even took extra care to fashion a cozy nook in their favorite corner, entwining the lights around their shared armchair. The room was now a symphony of colors and warmth. Everything looked perfect and Natasha found herself taking a step back, resting her hands on her hips as she admired her work. She was going to love it.

After a final checkround, the redhead flicked off the lights, the room being consumed by darkness in their absence. It took a moment for her eyes go adjust but when they did, she made sure everything looked tidy before smiling to herself and heading to their kitchen.

Despite her fluffy socks, tiles were cold against Nat’s feet as she padded over to their cupboards to search the shelves. It didn’t take long to find what she wanted. She took careful care of quieting preparing Wanda’s mug. Now hot chocolate would’ve been the go to in a normal situation but she didn’t want to risk upsetting her stomach again after how long it had taken for it to settle the previous night. So instead Natasha made a soothing cup of sweet lemon tea, making sure to add in a generous helping of honey.

Natasha carried the steaming mug back to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door. "Wanda," she called out gently. "Can I come in baby?”

There was a muffled response, and Natasha took it as an invitation. Slowly pushing the door open, she found Wanda curled up under the blankets, looking both exhausted and fragile.

"I thought you might need some warmth," Natasha said, offering the cup of tea. Wanda looked up, her eyes still puffy from crying, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Thanks," Wanda whispered, taking the cup from Natasha's hands.

The aroma of sweet lemon filled the room as she took a careful sip. Natasha sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as Wanda seemed to relax a little. "I know the lights outside are special, but you understand it’s not worth putting your health at risk for.” She murmured, her soft finger coming to trace the spots where previous tears had been on her wife’s cheek, “But I still wanted to make it special for you…”

Without much more of a warning, Natasha slid her hands underneath Wanda, lifting her with ease as she gave a small yelp of surprise before clinging onto her shoulders tightly. She found herself being carried back to the living room but before she could question everything, they stopped as they stepped foot into the dark room. Nat had slipped her a small remote, smiling down with an unmistakable grin.

“Press it.”

Wanda turned her head to cough raspily before she looked up in confusion, “What?”

“Just press it!”

Wanda hesitated for a moment before pressing the button on the remote. Instantly, the room erupted in a breathtaking display of twinkling lights. The rainbow of glow shimmered around them Wanda’s eyes seemed to echo their sparkle as they widened in surprise.

"I... I don't understand," Wanda whispered, her voice shaking a little as Natasha carefully set down onto her feet beside her. The witches gaze moved from the lights to Natasha, her heart swelling with emotion. "You did all this for me?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her actions. “I know how much you love the lights, I just wanted to cheer you up a little bit my love.”

Wanda's lips quivered, but this time it wasn't from sadness. "Nat, you're incredible," she said, pulling Natasha into a tight embrace. The room was aglow with warmth, both from the lights and the genuine love between them.

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 7 months

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Scarlet Widow AU

Natasha and Wanda are living in a recluse farm away from town for years now, although they're still part of the Avengers team. After a couple of years, Wanda decides to slow down a bit and do other things, but Natasha only knows how to be a spy. Somehow they make it work between Natasha taking care of the animals in their farm and her missions, and Wanda keeping their home going while taking classes online. They even decide to start their family and the twins come along.

However, something goes wrong in a mission though and Clint gets killed while Natasha could do nothing to save him. It breaks her because she needs to be the one to tell Laura and the kids, she sees them crying for their beloved husband and father, and she feels responsible for their pain.

She gets home, but she's just a shell of herself. The twins are barely a few months old, still so small that she can hold both of them at the same time with no problem, but Natasha can't look at them without thinking about Clint's kids and the devastation in their face when they found out he was dead. Wanda tried, she tried to make Natasha talk, tried to make her busy with the farm, tried to take her to therapy, tried to bring a smile back to her face, but she still had two babies to take care of.

One day, Natasha finds out that the team has a lead to the man that killed Clint and the desire for revenge takes over. Everyone says is too dangerous to go after him and that they needed to come up with a plan, but she's worried they might lose him if they take too long to act.

Wanda can't say she's surprised when she wakes up in the middle of the night to find Natasha packing a suitcase, but she's definitely disappointed.

"You were going to leave without telling me?"

"It's better this way," Natasha mumbled under her breath without looking up.

And Wanda is tired. She's tired and it’s not an excuse, but the woman she loves is leaving in the middle of the night to a suicidal mission without thinking about her or the two kids they have together. Natasha isn't thinking about her family. She's only thinking about revenge.

So, when Wanda speaks again, she doesn't try to hide her heartbreak. "If you leave through that door, you better don’t come back, Natasha. I won’t stay home waiting for you to get yourself killed."

Wanda turned around and went to check the twins before Natasha could say anything else.

This time, when she enters their room and doesn't find Natasha, she’s surprised.

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innoctemastra · 2 years

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I mean...I love evil women...

I read a lot of fanfics and now i’m thinking about these two so i made this

#wanda x nat #wandanat #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #multiverse of madness #mommy wanda #lmaooo #marvel #dark wanda #elizabeth olsen

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ijustreallylikecaptainamericaok · 1 year

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Title: Keeping Watch AO3: Part of “SamSteve Bingo 2022 Moodboards” Rating: General Warnings: None Relationship: Steve Rogers/Sam Wilson Word Count: 100 Additional Tags: Moodboard, Drabble, Fluff, Canon Compliant, Post-Captain America: Civil War (Movie), Minor Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanov, Background Relationships, Civil War Team Captain America, Protective Steve Rogers, Team as Family, Fugitives, On the Run, Hotels, Reflection Summary: It was hard. It was exhausting. Notes: For the @samstevebingo2022 prompt “Found Family.”

Sometimes Steve thought about how their lives had managed to become even stranger, more unstable than they were before.

Bouncing from motel to motel. Chasing leads where they could. Covert check-ins in Iowa, San Francisco, and Wakanda. Staying three, four, five steps ahead of Ross and his goons.

It was hard. It was exhausting.

And yet, as Steve laid awake - Sam sleeping soundly in his arms, Wanda and Nat in the room next door, and as certain as he could be that the others were safe, too - he couldn’t regret his choice.

They had each other.

That’s all that mattered.

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rxmqnova · 2 months

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Y/N: *sneaking in through her window*

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

Y/N: I was with Wanda?

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

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delulu-with-wandanat · 1 month

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Nat’s pov Wanda’s pov

Nat using her 7 inch strap—

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

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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Should Have Knocked

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

Oh fuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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wandasfifthwife · 21 days

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

— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

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

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

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3.0 ୨୧ good girl

2.6k ୨୧ patience is a virtue

0.0 ୨୧ hot tub | coming soon

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 11 days

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Moi Devochki (My Girls)

Summary: Omegas are forbidden to be with each other, but that doesn't stop Wanda and Y/n from falling for each other. Childhood friends to secret lovers, will they be able to find an Alpha that wants them both, will let them be together, and that will protect them from any ridicule or punishments they might otherwise face?

Warnings: sexual assault(attempted), angst (happy end), hurt/comfort, canon typical violence, a/b/o stuff(claiming, knotting, mating), sexual content(fingering, oral, vaginal sex)

Authors note: This had been unfinshed on my Wattpad/AO3 for a while, so now that I've gone back and finished it up, I figured it was time to bring it here

Status: Complete! 💖 (just not all posted yet)

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

NSFW Alphabet: Omega Wanda

NSFW Alphabet: Alpha Natasha

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

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lesbesapphic · 7 months

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hey, how are you? i’m struggling a lot with the start of lectures for my last year and just wanted to ask if you could make a drabble of the gold rush au where R is going back to uni and struggling for it, maybe after spending the whole summer with wanda and natasha. thank you sm if you write it <3

Heyy! I am good and sure, I can totally understand the struggle. I will try to make one.

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"Let's watch one more pleaseeeee!" You begged from your position in between Wanda and Natasha, your head placed on Wanda's lap as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through your hair.

"This was the third extra episode we watched." Natasha pointed out, holding back a yawn as she looked at the time, "And it is 11:30 already, don't you have college tomorrow?" She asked, her tone taking on a firm tone and you slumped more into Wanda's hold, hiding your face a little in her lap but she was having none of it, a simple tug on your hair had you staring up at her with an innocent look on your face.

"I don't wanna go." You admitted your little plan of making them sleep late so that they won't wake you up for your classes and Wanda couldn't help but laugh, "You really thought it would work?" She asked and you shook your head in defeat. "Seriously, She would be in hell and still make you go." Natasha added and Wanda gave her an unamused look, "You could have said heaven too, you know." She pointed out and Natasha along with you let out a laugh.

"Baby I am anything but a liar."

"Shut up." Wanda grumbled and turned to you who by now was sitting up, your eyes held a tired look that had Wanda softening her tone, "It is just two classes, tomorrow." Wanda pointed out softly while Natasha nodded in agreement. They didn't quite understand what to do in the situation, you never had any issues with going to university and it was a complete new scene to deal with.

"I know..It is just.." You let out a sigh of frustration when you noticed the saddened confused look on their faces, it made you feel bad for being a pathetic baby and felt the pent up frustration rising up as your eyes started stinging with tears. "Forget it.. Let's just go to sleep." You started standing up but Natasha grabbed your wrist, "Hey... Talk to us. What's wrong?" Her voice held concern and it only made you feel stupid for even making an issue about something so small.

"It is nothing.. I am fine." You lied but your face told the truth, the tears which stung your eyes now freely making its way down your cheek and Wanda was quick enough to wipe it. "You know what? Let's have some tea in bed and discuss whatever it is that is bothering you."

"I am fine. You don't have to pull a Sheldon on me." You chuckled and she rolled her eyes, "You were just begging to watch another episode of it so suck it." Wanda replied while making her way to the kitchen, "See you two in a bit. Get in bed."

It was not everyday where Wanda would agree to eat or drink something in bed besides her morning black coffee that too would be placed instantly on the side table after each sip so it was a blessing indeed to have the woman bending her rules like that. She even had a huge fight with Natasha over eating in bed and needless to say it didn't end well for you whenever there is trouble in paradise.

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"Okay. So you are really letting us eat too?" Natasha confirmed for the umpteenth time and Wanda rolled her eyes before putting up a fake smile, "If you ask, one more time I swear to God Natasha I will make tomorrow hell for you at work." Wanda threatened and you couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's expression.

"Geez." She took another cookie from the plate while taking a sip of her tea. "I just don't like the sudden change, going back to college again every morning.." You finally decided to break the ice and talk about it.

"Look who's being a Sheldon Cooper now."

"Wanda!" Natasha and you both looked at her in surprise and she looked surprised as well, "I am sorry!" She apologized and you couldn't help but laugh at her remark, getting a jib at you for your earlier comment. It lightened the atmosphere.

"Well..It is understandable..but What is it that is making you dread it?" Wanda asked getting back in character, her tone softening and you rolled your eyes a little with a smile at the presentation and Wanda smacked your thigh lightly.

"I don't know..I haven't given it much of a thought..maybe I just don't want to jump right into that change.. and we are so happy each day and now it is back to that hectic schedule.."

"Maybe you just don't want to leave the comfort of just being us three every day." Natasha pointed out and you shrugged your shoulders not knowing what to say exactly to that because you could sense that it was definitely one of the underlying factors behind it.

"Honestly, I struggle with going to work everyday as well.. especially after weekends when I am so full of contentment, spending every waking second with my favourite women in the world.." Natasha brought your hand to kiss your knuckle and you looked up at her, a little smile forming on your lips seeing the gaze of adoration she held for both you and Wanda, it filled you with a warmth that no tea could.

"I hate going to work.. but then the thought of coming back home to you two again..makes me happy. Makes all of it worth it." Natasha shrugged when Wanda awed at her, you could see a blush forming on Natasha's cheeks, "Who knew you were such a cutie underneath those layers."

"Shut up."

Wanda and you laughed and she turned to you, "I tell you what, you slowly ease yourself back into your routine. We will make a to do list every morning and at lunch I will send Alfred to pick you up. We can spend some time together until you feel ready to fully commit to the hectic schedule..Does that sound good?" Wanda asked and you bit your lip, nodding a little, the to do list she made before summer would always help you segregate tasks and give you boost of reinforcement each time you cross a task.

"And we can also eat out tomorrow."

"Now you are just spoiling her." Wanda told Natasha who rolled her eyes and you laughed at the start of another one of their bickering. "Wrong. I am spoiling both of you." Natasha gave a sloppy kiss on Wanda's cheek and Wanda groaned, "Natasha!! Ew." You didn't miss the opportunity when Natasha gave you a mischievous look and instantly gave Wanda's other cheek and even sloppier kiss and jumped away when she went to hit you.

"I seriously hate you two." She gave the two of you a glare before wiping her cheeks with a tissue, "We love you too, Baby." Natasha smirked and you grinned from ear to ear. Maybe if coming back from college meant this, it won't be that horrifying.

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Hey.. I tried my best. I was feeling up to it but I really hope you liked it and am sorry for a bit of the delay! Hope you are doing good now and if you ever wanna talk my asks are always open !!

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romanoffsbish · 11 months

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We Bought a Zoo

Wanda x Natasha

WandaNat x F!R

Request ( @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: None. Super fluffy | 6,350 Words

Smut: Natasha has a dick. Daddy (N), Mommy (W), Peach (R), Oral (All), Fingering (R), Magical Bonding—Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Marked / Please Don’t Report

"Natalia," Wanda barked without any bite, her patience with her girlfriend was nearing paper thin, but at the end of the day she was just too cute to really yell at, especially when she's just excited for the prospects of the day ahead.

Natasha pouted at her, she'd be the picture of innocence too if not for the pink frosting on the tip of her nose, and the sprinkles on her chin.

"Stop eating my decorations, and start setting up the tray with the breakfast I cooked her."

"Okay," Natasha innocently kissed Wanda's lips, the touch meant to be distracting, so it was firm, she was attempting to dip her hand in the bowl of rainbow sprinkles, but the witch was always a step ahead, "Nice try kotenok."

The redhead sulked away after the red wisps released her wrist, her pout managed to be even deeper now, but it didn't stay low for long as she popped one of your grapes into her mouth, giving herself away as she hummed.

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"You should have at least ten cavities with how much sugar you eat, you're a fiend Natalia."

Natasha snorted in amusement, "What can I say Wands, I have a taste for the finer things in life, if I had it my way I'd be skipping all the sweet confections, and go straight into eating the entree; skip all the wooing at the zoo."

Wanda slapped her girlfriend in the back of the head with a dish towel, her powers moved the fabric across the room with exact precision.

"Ow!" Wanda stuck her tongue out at her lover, and before the redhead could retaliate Friday was whispering, "Here's your report on Y/N, it appears she is finally stirring, and my system indicates she will be up within ten minutes."

"Thanks Friday," Natasha mumbled over a strawberry, making her lover grimace when a chewed up piece landed on the clean counter.

"Wow, I just don't understand how I landed such a stunner," Wanda sassed at the woman who met her words with a roll of the eyes, "When was the last time you cooked breakfast in bed for me Wanda? Hm? Oh yeah, never."

Wanda shrugged, an air of indifference in the gesture, "Most days you 'eat' coffee for breakfast, then complain at lunch time that your tummy hurts. Can't help the hopeless."

"Hey, I am not hopeless!"

"Update: She is awake, and heading to the bathroom," Friday cuts their bickering off, and in a split second Nat is darting towards your shared floor to ensure you don't plan to venture elsewhere, and fortunately for the couple trying to surprise you, you didn't.

*The coast is clear, the lioness has returned to her den, I repeat, she has returned to her den*

Ten minutes later Wanda gracefully waltzes into the hallway, trays of food follow her as she effortlessly manipulates them with her powers.

Natasha settles for knocking on the door, and after she heard your soft come in, she opened the oak door with a silly entrance of her head poking through a crack, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah," you laughed out, and the rumbling only intensified when Nat muttered out a "Damn.”

After the clearing of Wanda's throat Natasha fully entered your room to make room for the other half of the duo to enter with all the food.

"Good morning sunshine," Wanda greeted as she plopped down right beside you, and used her magic to open the blinds to your bedroom. You groaned, and much to the witches delight you buried your face against her shoulder to hide away from the blinding light. Natasha glared at her, and received only a smug smirk in response as she effortlessly shifted you into her hold completely to snuggle you for a bit.

"Hey, stop hogging the birthday girl," Natasha piped up only a minute later, her hands began to tug at your shoulder, and you slowly peered up at her with a soft smile, "Join us Natty, and I will gladly give you some morning snuggles."

Natasha catapulted over your bodies in a flash, she landed flat on her stomach but swiftly rolled to her side, opening her arms and lifting her brows suggestively, "Gimme, gimme!"

Wanda's arms instead tightened around you, you softly giggled into her neck, "Wands you have to share me with Tasha." causing the rise of goosebumps to bloom across her body.

"Says who?" She challenges, "I deserve them, I made breakfast, and all she did was eat it."

"I set it up!" Natasha huffs, and in a show of strength she manhandled you into her arms. "This is perfect, our girl to have and to hold."

Natasha and Wanda frowned at each other as you tensed at her words, it hurt them that you doubted their intentions, but they knew with how gossip flies, you'd been made to feel this way. As if you were just a toy for them to play with when bored, they planned on changing your tune today. To finally prove to you that it was never just a flirtatious game to them.

The stiff posture fortunately didn't last long, because though you were scared, you knew that Natasha and Wanda would never hurt you. They've been your fiercest protectors since day one, so if they were flirting with you due to a natural reflex, you wouldn't hold that against them. Because you still got moments like this.

Where, for a fleeting moment, the three of you remained cuddled up close, pretending this was your norm while you all all willed this to be a reoccurring event. Then they heard your stomach growling, and promptly doled out the bowls full of her scrambled hash, and fruits.

"Sweetheart, do you have any plans today?" Wanda looked at you with an excited smile.

"No," you whispered over a bite, "I was just gonna laze around, and eat loads of junk."

"I happen to think that sounds lo—, Ow!" Natasha flinched away after her girlfriends hand slapped her upside the head for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning—it was.

Wanda reached out with a box, eyes expectant as you tossed it between hands, so you opened the gift to find a sloth stuffy just as Wanda happily continued on, "Well, then would you care to accompany us to the zoo? We'd have the whole place rented for ourselves honey."

"Are you being serious right now?!" Your question came out about two octaves too high, but your inability to contain your excitement was actually a bonus to the nervous women.

"Well, what's in it for us if I say yes?" Natasha teased, but was quickly shut up by Wanda's slap to her shoulder. "Yes Y/N, we're serious. We cashed in on one of our favors with Tony, and would like to treat you to a nice day."

"Oh my gosh," you squealed before jumping into their dormant arms. You nearly knocked over the breakfast with your excitement, and after a moment of shock the women pulled you as close as possible, reciprocating the affection tenfold, and allowing you a moment of peace.

"What should I wear?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Natasha noted with a sneaky kiss placed on your cheek.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready detka," Wanda added with a bright smile, and a light shove of your body out of the bed. "Give me ten minutes!"

The couple chuckled, watching as you ripped a bunch of clothes from your closet to take into your en suite. Natasha munched on a cold piece of bacon as Wanda began to clean up the remnants from the well enjoyed breakfast.

"I'm going to go change, I'll meet you two at the car," Wanda announced, she leaned in to kiss her lover goodbye, then left the room just before getting to see you. Natasha smirked at the sight of you in a customized shirt she never knew existed, but now that she did she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise it or destroy it.

"Welcome to My Zoo." Was emboldened across the top in white, and within multiple different structures she found the team as animals.

"Is that Wanda?" You nodded as she pointed to the adorable red panda curled up on a cot, and she smiled when she saw the intricate web spun around it that held up the creatures food.

"Where am I?" Natasha's eyes widened when you snickered and pointed to the corner of the enclosure. A loud laugh fell from her lips only a second later at the sight of a buff, cartoonish spider lifting barbells above its head.

"Gosh, you are so incredibly adorable detka." Natasha reached for your hand, the one you were nervously fidgeting with, and escorted you to the car just in time for Wanda's arrival.

"Shall we leave ladies?"

You nodded excitedly from the backseat, and the witch smiled down at you before taking her seat up front. Natasha smirked at you through the rearview mirror, "Take a look at our girl Wan, her shirt tells me she was born for this."

The brunette found your display of the super soldiers as buff anteaters, and the scientists as "trash pandas" rather amusing. She also found the lion—your favorite animal, being housed next to her and Nat's endearing, and likely a good sign for their not so hidden intentions.

The car ride was swift in the redheads corvette after the rounds of teasing died down. Wanda guided you from the car and into the park with a hand on your back, and a pep in her step as she brought you to the zoo's large gift shop. The way your eyes lit up at the massive array of memorialized animals was adorable, and she was beyond grateful to be able to witness it.

"Get whatever you want detka," Nat suddenly announced as she entered the shop, waving around a black card with a devilish smirk.

"I'd really like to know what Tony did to owe you so much," you mused while shoving the two foot long lion into her unsuspecting arms. "It's gotta be a funny story, I'm sure of it."

Natasha ignored Wanda's warning glance as she nodded, feeding your fantasies with a wink.

Unfunny truth be told, Tony felt like he owed Nat for the amount of times she's saved his life. So, whatever she wants, he gives, and with his guilt over Wanda's tragic start she is under the same treatment. Mention you, the teams soft spot, and he has no gripes with the balance being run up. He readily encourages it.

"Where to first?" Wanda asked, it was a silly question, and as Nat mouths along to your shriek of, "Lion's den!" She knows it was one.

Natasha and Wanda watched you for a long while as you stood outside the lion's enclosure. They found it amusing how much you deemed the lion worthy of knowing as you sat there talking for unaccounted for minutes, they were honestly worried you might have a preference for the felines over them, but then you'd look back at them every once in awhile with a huge grin, waving erratically at them then back to the lions, as if introducing them to your friend, and they knew then that you loved them too.

"She's perfect." Wanda hummed her agreement with her girlfriend. "Time for phase two?"

Wanda nodded, and Natasha walked over.

You shrieked when her hand made contact with your ass, her body pressed yours against the glass and you were horrified to see the lion lick its lips, as if you were everyone's prey here.

"N-natty, what are you doing?"

Natasha sighed, "It's your birthday detka, you remember the compound tradition, right?"

For a moment you wanted to curse Tony for implementing such a policy, where one must endure the same amount of hits as their age. Normally though it was just punches from grossly buff men who didn't pay any mind to their strength when busy behaving like kids.

"Yes, I do," you admitted and she slapped your other cheek for good measure. "Then you know exactly what I'm doing you silly girl." Natasha smirked when you pushed back into her hand.

You were so in your head you didn't register her arms wrapped around your waist. Her lips were right by your ear now as she lowered her tone, "Say goodbye to your new friends, we'll be waiting over in our corner, don't be long."

"I'll talk to you later Simba!" You sadly bid farewell to the lions, then with a reinvigorated step you sprinted on over to the awaiting couple and to their delight recounted the last ten minutes with the lions with hyper lips.

Next on your agenda was the penguins, the couple nearly lost their shit when you waddled in tandem with the creatures as you spoke to them as if there wasn't any language barriers. When you nearly fell into the murky water you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see a smirking redhead, and the far more concerned expression of the brunette.

Natasha and Wanda decided in the moment it was time that they fed you actual food. After the fourth cotton candy without so much as a sip of water they knew you'd likely set off a game of Jumanji if left completely unchecked.

So now the three of you were sat at a table, with the penguins exhibit to your left, and a spread of delicious lunch foods on the table. You were nervous, the flowers in the vase, and the way the couple stared you down gave a new ambiance to an otherwise normal lunch date.

It felt more real than ever before, and you were nervous you wouldn't meet their expectations.

"How about we play a game?"

You looked to the redhead warily, the grin she wore implied she was a wolf in sheep's clothes.

Wanda chimed in as she lazily munched on her carrot, "Elaborate Nat, or she won't play," she smirked when she saw your eyes widen some.

No matter the game, you could tell by the glint in both of their eyes, that you were a winner. Years of pining after the couple in shame has led to this glorious moment in time where they took their playful flirting a final step forward.

"Oh, well it's simply the oldest game in the book my darling girl," she teased as her calloused fingers walked up the length of your arm, "Predator vs. Prey, you hide, we seek."

"So, hide and seek?" You simplified her words, but she merely chuckled, "You say that until we sink our teeth into you baby, because after that it's really just biology; we'll devour you whole."

"Like I'm the viper, and you're the bunny," Wanda elaborated with her hand clasping over yours, and Natasha mirrored her movement, "I'm the black widow, and you're the fly."

"I much prefer being the capable Avenger, and you the very beautiful, Avenger duo I adore."

Both of their eyes softened for a moment, you relished in the feeling of warmth shooting throughout your entire body as both of their lips kissed over your knuckles. You missed the warm feeling as soon as they replaced your hands on the table, and you frowned when they removed their touch from you all together.

"Are we playing or not honey?"

For everyone's safety you'd looked over a map, and chose to play the game of sexually charged hide and seek in the area dedicated to birds. For some reason it felt the most logical, but it also came without much of an explanation.

You didn't wanna upset the gorillas, or tigers, or the bears. You didn't want to be mauled, and the women found your reasoning humorous.

Wanda was the first to seek you out with success, it wasn't hard when your thoughts were audible, and now she watched you from afar as you were settled by the toucans. She agreed to let Nat capture you, so for now she would observe the bounce in your leg, and hear the creative thoughts you had about them.

Never in her days would she peg you to be as kinky as you were, her body was electrified now with thoughts to piggyback off of your own.

Natasha didn't have much trouble finding you either, she waved at her lover, and looked down at your unaware form with a devious grin that Wanda shook her head at. The redhead crouched down low so you couldn't possibly see her coming as she approached you, her finger tapped your right shoulder, and just as you went to fall for it she pounced from the left. Both of your bodies tumbled across the gravel, you huffed at the impact, but soon found yourself giggling as she tickled you.

As sexually charged as the prior conversation was, she'd never miss out on a chance to make you laugh. Nor would she openly take you in the middle of a public zoo full of cameras.

"Natty stop!!!" The redhead only dug her fingers into your sides deeper, you were gasping for air at this point, and your saving grace came in the form of a chuckling Wanda who now hovered your bodies. "Wands! Help!"

Wanda decided to be your savior, she caught her lovers hands with her powers, allowing you the chance to shimmy out from under her and to run into the brunette for perceived safety.

"That wasn't fair!" Natasha groaned as she got to her feet and turned to face your conjoined bodies with an angry finger wag. Then she paused her rant, too engrossed with the way Wanda cradled your head to her chest. You pouted at her as if you were a wounded kitten, and her heart nearly combusted at the overall cuteness. "However, you're cute so I'll let it slide. But be wary Y/N, I'll seek vengeance."

You stuck your tongue out at the redhead, and she found the childish display adorable. She stepped forward, and much to your delight she wrapped her arms around you both, and then lifted your bodies off the ground effortlessly.

"We're going home ladies. No more monkeying around when we should be eating cake and snuggling in our retrospective birthday suits."

The car ride back was unusually quiet. After you stopped for McD's, your unwavering dinner request, nobody spoke. All three of you were too in your heads, each with varying thoughts that all lead back to the same place.

The bedroom, the one currently decked out in gifts from the rest of the team, which is why the couple knew better and brought you to theirs.

Wanda ran to the kitchen, while Natasha escorted you onto their bed, and placed a blindfold over your eyes for the time being.

"Happy Birthday to you," you beamed as Wanda's melodic voice began to sing the celebratory tune, "Happy Birthday to you," Natasha's raspy voice harmonized with her on the second line, and you melted into their bed.

Having all their attention wasn't unusual for you, but this time felt so much more intimate, the love and tension in the air was palpable.

Wanda settled the cake before you, and the redhead undid the strap of your blindfold. The couple smiled at one another as you gasped, all the witches hard work, and Natasha's earlier morning aggravation of her seemingly paid off because you were enamored by her cake.

"This is amazing," you cried, tears of joy easily filling your waterline as you took in the sight of you three at the zoo once more. The artistry was magnificent, you honestly felt like telling her to quit Avenging and open a bakery. You knew that was also a bad idea though, because all the excess batches would go to the team, and they were already hyper enough as it is.

"Thank you detka," Wanda couldn't help but to blush as you continued to praise her skills. She excused herself shortly after to cut the cake, and to reel her desires in as best she could.

Natasha pulled you into her lap excitedly, and you bit back a moan as you felt her semi-soft dick press into your ass. You wiggled slightly, and she groaned hotly into your ear, her hands gripped your hips tightly as she now fought to control her carnal urges. "Be careful detka, don't poke the bear if you wanted cake first."

"Who said I did?" You ground down into her again, and this time she growled while tossing you flat onto your back so she could trap your body against the mattress with her own. Her hand instinctively wrapped around your neck, she didn't need to be a mind reader to know. "Be careful what you wish for darling, because trust me, daddy has no problem giving it."

Wanda cleared her throat, the three plates of cake in her hand were discarded promptly.

"I can't believe mommy almost missed the show," she purred, her finger delicately traced over your face before she pulled the redhead into a kiss that had you squirming with need. "Go on moya lyubov', have your fun with her."

"Mommy," you repeated the term with an air of faux innocence, "You're playing too right?"

"Oh sweet girl," Wanda leant down to kiss you softly, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Wanda stood off to the side while Natasha, with your consent, removed your clothing until you were as bare as the day you were born.

"Happy Birthday to me," Natasha commented enthusiastically as she took your bareness in. You giggled nervously, body now alit with goosebumps as a set of chills ran through you as you realized just how real this had become.

"You're so beautiful Y/N," Natasha couldn't help but to note, "Our beautiful, perfect peach."

There was a fondness in her eyes that made you believe her without question, the way she smiled up at her longtime girlfriend, as if she sought her agreement made your heart flutter. Wanda returned her agreement in the form of a smile directed right at you. Her eyes shone with more love than you'd ever felt deserving of and you nearly sobbed as you felt it wholly.

"I bet she tastes just as sweet," Wanda husked, and Natasha groaned at just the thought, you gulped as she now stared deep into your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul as she firmly pressed her pelvis into the mattress to relieve the ache in her boxers. "Please detka, can daddy have a taste? I promise to be gentle, I need to try you detka, Pozhaluysta."

(Baby, please)

"Use your words krasivaya," Wanda dismissed your nod immediately, desperate or not to have you crying for them, she wanted to hear you. "Beg daddy, tell her how much you need it."

"Daddy please," your lip trembled as you tried to express your neediness, and Natasha's cock twitched against its confinement when your hips canted into hers on impulse. "I need you so bad, need your mouth, you can taste me."

"Oh detka, you've made daddy so happy," the redhead dipped her head down, inhaling sharply as she reached the apex of your mound, she softly coughed as your heady scent overwhelmed her, her pupils dilated and her tip quivered at the idea of being inside you.

"Wanna make mommy happy?" Wanda asked, staring into your eyes while her hands reached behind her to pull at the zipper of her dress. You nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak as Natasha teasingly licked at your folds. "How about you let mommy ride your face then?"

Wanda saw the spark light up in your eyes, she could hear your thoughts racing, she could only imagine your heart was near to exploding. She watched as you swallowed thickly as her tight dress got caught on her hips. Your hand reached out to help her pull the fabric down the rest of the way until it could fall on its own.

The brunette softly pecked your lips, rasping against them a sultry, "Are you ready?" To which you breathlessly moaned out a yes as the redhead took this moment to finally cut her teasing off, diving right into your wet cunt.

Natasha was considering retiring right now, she'd never felt more destined to be somewhere before in her life. Every time she twirled her tongue she'd hear Wanda gasp, when she nibbled on your clit her lover would cry as you seemingly mirrored her strokes. Deciding to take up residence between your thighs almost certainly outweighed fighting off aliens.

There was something so satisfying about being able to feel your muscle's quivering as your heel pressed into her back, shoving her tongue deeper into you as you instinctually moved to suffocate her with the closing of your thighs.

"Oh shit," Wanda cried out as you swirled your tongue inside of her. She was bouncing with such fervor you felt your face numbing. Her slippery lips repeatedly slapped into your face with a delectable sting that had you mewling.

Between the push and pull of the women, one solely using you for their own pleasure, and the other working more towards mutuality you were already reaching a fucked out state.

Regardless of her selfish motives, Wanda was helping you too, her addictive taste alone had you teetering over that edge of total bliss. Combined with the sound of Natasha's muffled grunts as she ate you out greedily, and Wanda's wanton moans, spurred on by your tongue, well, it is what made you finally let go.

Wanda screamed as your muffled moans shook her, she felt almost out of body for a second as she continued to ride your face, heart beating in her head as she chased down the high that was dwindling fast as the seconds rushed by.

Natasha was well on her way to pulling a second orgasm from you with the way she continued to sloppily give you head. You were a never ending well of divinity, your tangy slick was collected as if it were a life source, it mixed with her drool that smeared over her chin and she held no shame as it glistened under the pink hued sunlight peering through the blinds.

All three of your chests heaved out of order, you'd not only been being suffocated by one, but the other worked in tandem to properly steal your breath away. Wanda crawled down the bed as soon as her brain fog cleared up, she slammed her lips into Natasha's, and moaned as soon as she slid her tongue over hers.

You tasted like she imagines Heaven to be like.

— Pure & Sweet —

Natasha's hand suddenly twisted into Wanda's hair, taking her out of her sweet yet sinful thoughts of you and to a place dripping with arousal. She forcefully pulled her back and left a trail of splotchy bruises down her throat, something that turned you on expeditiously. "Fuck." Natasha smirked against her lovers skin at your breathy whisper. "Hey sweet girl."

Natasha chuckled hotly as you covered your face with your hands to hide your goofy smile. They'd always made you nervous, and it was adorable that you'd still be so shy even with her girlfriends slick on your face and yours on hers.

Wanda turned to look at you with a wide grin, "God I love when pretty girls prove me right!" She winked when your eyes widened nervously. "You're just so sweet detka, that's gonna be dangerous with Natty, she has a sweet tooth."

"Seriously detka," Natasha chimed in, "I'm never going to give you a minute of peace."

The couple parted with another kiss, Nat spun Wanda off of the bed, and planted her before you at the end of the bed. She moved up to the side of the bed and looked down at you.

“Hi.” Natasha smirked, and you were stilled. Your eyes trailed over her body as she slid her jacket off, then with one twist of her arm the muscle top she wore beneath it was discarded. Your eyes traveled even lower, her grey boxers were already disheveled, with her hard cock being held firmly against her abdomen.

Your mouth ran dry when she pulled the boxers down, she was intimidatingly thick, her veins prominent enough that you could see them pulsing, and you were certain if you held a ruler to her that she’d supersede the norm.

You gasped when she kicked the boxers behind her, her cock swung at your mouth, a drop of her cum now layered your lips. Your tongue darted out, and you moaned appreciatively making Nat ready to give you more of her.

“Mommy’s gonna get you ready for me,” the redhead informed you with a smile, you looked down and saw Wanda staring at your cunt with her fingers trailing over your thighs. “And you’re going to get daddy’s cock ready for you.”

Natasha started out slow, thrusting only the tip passed your lips, waiting for you to take some initiative, and as you swirled your tongue around her tip she knew you were ready. She fucked your throat raw as Wanda spread your walls apart in preparation for her cock.

You moaned around her when Wanda curled her fingers, causing her to twitch unendingly, she was so close, and you were ready for it.

You harshly squeezed the redheads balls, and mewled as you felt her load shoot down your throat. A low groan, almost reminiscent of a growl, left the woman as her head flew back. “Etot tvoy rot - ray.” She continued to thrust her cock down your throat, the sound of you gagging on her cum and your drool that she only pushed even further kept her hard, long spurts of cum would shoot out of her, leaving her to gasp sharply as her abdomen tensed.

(that mouth of yours is heaven)

Natasha pulled out only seconds before Wanda brought you over the edge of bliss with a curl of her talented fingers. Your hazy eyes crossed, your mouth falling wide open but no sounds ever left you, your back arched instead as you gushed around the brunette’s fingers.

It was clear to you that Natasha was as elegant as a ballerina, she kissed you breathless, then in your moment of blackout she rearranged your environment. Wanda was laid down flat on the mattress, smiling up at you as Natasha maneuvered you so that you were on your hands and knees. Hovering over the witch who whispered something you couldn't understand, it sounded devilish. When she leaned up to kiss you messily, you knew it was, a body shuddering spark ran directly to your cunt, and you felt overwhelmingly warm in a flash.

"How do you want me Y/N?" Natasha panted, she stroked her shaft while waiting impatiently for an answer. You looked into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, they were amused as they understood the look in your eyes, the pleading expectantly flying off the tip of your tongue, "Raw, please daddy, I want you to fuck your seed into me, fuck, I need it so bad, please."

The way you wiggled your ass had the redhead ready to just slam into you. "Oh fucking hell, it feels like you're trying to kill me now detka." She slapped your ass harshly, and beamed when you counted, adding to the zoo hits.

“Good girl,” she rasped and you whimpered, she watched you flutter around nothing in awe. Natasha's thumb ran over the dripping tip of her cock, she whimpered at the touch, you'd made her incredibly desperate. She swiveled her precum over your clit, a raspy moan sprung from your parched throat as pleasure coursed through you; Wanda's mouth flew open too.

The redhead spread your juices down your slit just before she lined her tip up with your cunt. There was no doubt in your mind Wanda felt the intrusion as she entered you from behind, the way her face contorted, mouth agape with her eyebrows pinched mirrored how you felt.

Wanda hummed as she felt that familiar phantom stretching of her walls. You however choked on a painful scream, and the witch drug her nails down your sides to distract you. You thanked her with a pitiful grimace that was meant to be a smile, and she smiled back.

Natasha took your wiggle as a sign to move, she experimented by pulling a couple inches of her shaft out and then thrusting them back in at a slow pace. That unsavory feeling of being ripped apart faded fast, and it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure. As your walls molded around her it felt like you were always meant to be connected like this; the perfect fit.

None of you needed much to get you going. With every squeeze of your walls Natasha found her resolve crumbling, and you and the witch felt her corresponding pleasure pulsing. Wanda enjoyed seeing how close you were, she slapped your breasts, catching and twisting your nipples between her thumb, and finger.

You reluctantly shrieked out a 15, and a 16, and then you choked out a 17 and 18 when Natasha squeezed the ample flesh of your ass before she roughly slapped the skin in succession.

Your arms partially gave out as your orgasm tore through you, your lips landed on Wanda’s parted set as she moaned her pleasure, she licked over your bottom lip and you let her in.

Wanda swallowed all of your moans as Natasha let go inside of you, Wanda’s tongue swirled around yours as hot spurts of cum painted your walls white, and you shuddered at the feeling.

The couple took care of you as you faded away into an invisible bubble of pleasure. Natasha cleaned you up while Wanda fixed the bed. The redhead made peanut butter sandwiches, and brought water with her while the brunette helped you with your nightly hygiene routine.

Wanda fed you, and Natasha gave you water. Even when you let them know that you could handle it. They informed you that you’re their special girl, and deserving of being tended to. Then the three of you brushed your teeth together, you nearly cried when you found they had a toothbrush for you in their bathroom.

It told you that this wasn’t a birthday one off.

Not that their adoring stares didn’t already say the same. It was the most obvious truth.

Natasha crawled into the bed first, she patted the space beside her, and Wanda nudged you forward so that you’d take it. The redhead embraced you close, tenderly kissing your face as she waited to be able to shut off the light. The brunette then pulled a blanket over your bodies as she laid down directly behind you, taking over on kissing you goodnight.

"Do you think it worked?" You asked over a massive yawn, and Natasha softly sighed as she kissed your temple, "I hope so detka, I know this is sorta new, but we hope you know this is real, our love for you knows no bounds."

Wanda purred against your neck, "I have a good feeling about this." She softly raised her head and gazed lovingly into your tired eyes. You were pouting and the witch held back her awe as she pressed her lips to yours to help straighten them out, and hopefully relieve a bit of your worry. "Hey, and if it didn't, we'll have the rest of time to continue trying to make it."

You chuckled hoarsely, "What? My inability to walk or speak isn't enough for you two?"

"Forever with you wouldn't even be enough." Wanda spoke simply, the room suddenly thick with tension as you tried but ultimately failed to hold back your tears. "We love you Y/N."

"With all of our hearts," Natasha added, her tone uncharacteristically timid as she also tried to contain her overflowing emotions. "You know, I think the world divined you just for us. It's as if they knew our life would only ever be complete with you in it; our precious peach."

"Fuck Natty, I was trying not to cry," you sobbed humorously and the women chuckled warmly while somehow snuggling impossibly closer to you. "I'm sorry detka," the way she laughed as she spoke told you she wasn't really; you didn't mind. "I love you both so much."

They took turns kissing you, a silent response of We love you too, being relayed with just their lips. You sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the sensation, and never reopening. Your mind having been captured by a sleep so damn good you had to let the women know.

"I didn't miss her snoring," Natasha teased, and Wanda instinctively pinched her side.

"You're abusive," the redhead huffed, scooting closer to the edge to put some distance between her, and Wanda, but she received a terrifying glare as she pulled you with her.

"You're childish," Wanda retaliated, "And you better clean it up Natasha, because we're due to be parents in give or take nine months."

Wanda smiled softly, cupping Nat's cheek as she saw her generally stoic lover on the verge of tears. "I told you both, I had a good feeling."

"Sh-she's..." The redhead couldn't even get the words out. In a show of mercy Wanda shushed her with a peck on her lips. "She's most likely pregnant Nat, I could feel the polarizing connection of your seed with her egg."

Natasha squealed, burying her face into your neck to try and conceal the joyful sound as she left grateful kisses all over your exposed skin.

"We're gonna be mamas..."

Wanda smiled at the scene, her palm settled over your belly protectively as she settled into your other side so she could finally rest. You were officially there's, no longer would anyone be left to pine after the other. It was settled.

Life was perfect—You were perfect...

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Fevered Love

〚 Prompt - “what is (name) going to say when she sees you like this?” 〛

〚 Pairing - WandaNat (with some added platonic Carol) 〛

〚 Wordcount - 2225 〛

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“I’m really sorry love, you can’t come on this mission baby. You need to rest.” Nat sighed softly as she looked the the red nosed sniffly witch sitting stubbornly in the Quinjet dressed in her suit ready to fight.

“I’ll be fine Natty, just let me-“ Wanda began to whimper out her plead but paused and sneezed loudly into her arm earning a small sympathetic ‘bless you’ from her girlfriend, “Just let me come. I want to help.”

“Baby we’ve been over this, you just can’t come on a mission with this cold sweetheart, you just need to go back, get into bed and rest. Sleep till your heart's desire.” The redhead whispered, slowly running a gentle hand through the witch’s slightly sweaty hair.

Wanda whimpered again, her energy and will to continue arguing her point quickly dwindling, “I want to fight.”

Realistically though she was in no way shape or form well enough to fight. Not only that, her frequent irrepressible sneezes were bound to reveal her location, and that was a major problem. They both knew this.

“No sweetheart, you are well enough to fight, you need to sleep.” Natasha sighed again and this time Steve stepped forward as he finished packing up the rest of the equipment.

He definitely wasn’t about to let this sick little witch on a dangerous mission with a pretty stern talking too he finally got Wanda, albeit reluctantly, to agree to stay behind.

Unfortunately for her, Nat wasn’t able to stay behind with her however. The Widow’s hand to hand, close combat style was key to the whole success of the mission.

So, with much reluctance, Nat kissed her sniffly girlfriend deeply and they said their goodbyes. The mission was only meant to last a couple of days, not long. Thats all they’d need.

Nat boarded the Quinjet, her heart heavy with worry for Wanda. She knew that her absence would be hard on both of them, but duty called. The mission was crucial, and the fate of innocent lives depended on its success.

As the Quinjet soared through the night sky, Nat couldn't help but replay their farewell in her mind. She longed to be by Wanda's side, to be able to look after her but there was no other choice. She had a job to do. She was an Avenger afterall.

She did feel a little better however knowing her girlfriend wasn’t completely alone. Carol, who was a little less vital to the mission, offered to stay behind to keep an eye on the sniffling sickie.

“Come on you.” Carol began as the two of them waved the team off, “Let’s get you laying down. Important decision incoming here, sofa or bed? You choose.”

"Sofa will do just fine, thanks," she replied, her voice slightly hoarse from her persistent cold. Carol gently guided her towards the living area, making sure she was comfortable on the sofa.

As Wanda settled in, Carol disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a tray filled with a steaming bowl of soup and a cup of herbal tea. "Thought you might need some nourishment," she said with a warm smile, placing the tray on the coffee table in front of Wanda.

Wanda felt grateful for her presence and care. She knew she would be in good hands while Nat was away. "Thank you, Carol. I really appreciate this," she said, her voice filled with sincerity. “Thanks for offering to stay with me.”

Carol shrugged, taking a seat beside Wanda. "We're a team, right? We look out for each other. Besides, it's not every day I get a chance to spend quality time with the infamous Scarlet Witch," she teased gently, trying to lift her spirits.

Numerous movies and naps helped the day to move along, the sky had grown a little darker outside and the once clear coffee table was now beyond littered with tissue and cough drop wrappers.

The sniffling brunette glanced at the mess infront of her and let out a tired mumble, “Sorry about all the mess. I’ll clean it all up when I feel better.” She finished with a yawn, rubbing her eyes sleepily.

Carol chucked and waved her hand dismissively, “It’s alright there’s no need to apologise we’ve all been there. You should probably head up to bed though, Nat told me not to let you stay up past your bedtime.” She winked, earning a slight scoff which turned into a series of raspy coughs.

Wanda mustered up a weak smile despite the coughing and pulled herself up and off the sofa, “I’ll head to bed then.”

“If you need anything just call me, okay? Or get FRIDAY to alert me. I’ll probably be in my room or down here if you need me. Make sure you keep drinking water.” Carol offered out an unopened bottle of water as Wanda yawned again. She nodded understandably, saying her final sleepy goodnights before wandering off in the direction of her room.

The next morning, Wanda woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Her head throbbed, and her body felt heavy with fatigue. However, her determination pushed her to get out of bed and face the day. The room span around her as the feverish Witch forced herself out from the safety of the bed and she shivered as the cool air hit her sensitive skin.

She stumbled into the bathroom, splashed cold water on her face, and looked over herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, pale and exhausted and the bags sitting beneath glassy eyes were obvious. She looked awful. But that didn’t matter, she had to train.

Taking a deep breath, Wanda made her way to the training room. She couldn't afford to let her powers weaken, especially with the threats they faced. She hoped that pushing herself through the training session would help her shake off the illness. Maybe that last part only sounded realistic to her fever clouded brain though.

As she entered the training room, the weight of her fever and exhaustion became even more apparent. Every step felt heavier, and her movements were sluggish. She tried to summon her magic, but her powers felt distant, as if hiding behind a thick, dense fog.

Wanda forced herself to start with some basic exercises, focusing on her physical strength. She pushed through a few sets of push-ups and squats, but her weakened body protested with every movement. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, and her temperature rose further sending her into a spiral of dizziness.

Ignoring her body's pleas for rest, she moved on to honing her telekinetic abilities. She lifted weights with her mind, struggling to maintain her concentration. The objects wobbled and dropped more frequently than usual, frustrating her.

After what felt like an eternity, Wanda collapsed to her knees, panting heavily. Her body shook with exhaustion, and her vision blurred. She knew she couldn't push herself any further as she coughed and spluttered for every breath.

Somehow, she managed to drag herself into the showers attached to the main female changing room. The hot steamy water helped with her congestion a little, sending her into a flurry on desperate sneezes, but for that fever? 

The poor woman could hardly stand by the time the water cut off and she stumbled out and weakly draped a thin towel around herself trying to rid herself of the body wrecking shivers brought on by the cold air on the changing rooms, before sitting down weakly onto one of the benches.

It was just as Wanda was beginning to give into her exhaustion when Carol came scurrying into the room, apparently, she’d be alerted by FRIDAY to her friend’s condition.

“Oh Wanda, what are you doing here sweet girl?”  Carol sighed as she found the shivering witch cradling herself in the corner of the changing room, “I thought you were meant to be resting, that’s the whole reason you didn’t go on this mission. What’s Nat going to say when she sees you like this?

Wanda couldn’t reply, only muffling an exhausted sounding sneeze into the flimsy towel which covered her soaking wet body.

Wanda weakly nodded, appreciative of Carol's concern. She mustered the little strength she had left and managed to dry herself off, although her limbs felt heavy and her head throbbed with every movement. She changed into a pair of loose sweatpants and a thin, baggy t-shirt (one that belonged to Nat) that Carol had brought down from her room.

As she settled on the bench, Carol returned with a glass of water and a small bottle of medicine. "Here, take this. It should help with the fever and ease your symptoms," she said, handing the medicine to Wanda as she raised her hand to check her temperature again, “You’re still really burning up.”.

The brunette forced herself to sit up straight and swallowed the bitter-tasting liquid, hoping that it would provide some relief. The medication left a soothing sensation as it travelled down her throat, and she closed her eyes, leaning back against the wall. While she was beyond grateful for the caring and love being shown to her by her teammate, all she wanted right now was Natasha. Her Natasha. Her Natasha who would wrap her up in her arms and hold her tight, telling her everything would be okay.

“Alright.” Carol began, startling the witch out of her racing, fevered thoughts, “Let’s get you to bed, okay? Nat’s mission is due to come home tonight, when you wake up tomorrow, she’s gonna be right there beside you. And while you’re laying down, I’m gonna go fetch you some of those gel fever patches”

The witch nodded, the drowsiness of the medicine finally taking effect. She allowed herself to lean on the older blonde as she assisted her back to the comfort and safety of Wanda’s room. She felt herself being surrounded by the warmth and softness of her comforter; the duvet being pulled over her as she settled into the mattress. Not long after she welcomed the deep cooling sensation meeting her forehead as Carol gently laid one of the fever patches over her forehead. She whimpered a little as it touched it. It felt so amazing and it wasn’t long before Wanda felt herself being slowly lulled away by the call of sleep.

Hours later, the sound of the main door opening and hushed voices reached Wanda's ears. She stirred from her slumber and, in her half-awake state, registered the familiar voice she longed to hear. Natasha was home.

Wanda's heart leaped with joy as she heard Natasha's footsteps approaching the bedroom. The door creaked open, and there stood Natasha, her face a mix of concern and relief. Their eyes met, and in that moment, all the worry and pain melted away.

Natasha rushed to Wanda's side, kneeling beside the bed and taking her hand in hers. "Hey, sweetheart. I'm here now," she whispered, her voice filled with love and tenderness.

Wanda's eyes filled with tears, but this time they were tears of relief and happiness. She managed a weak smile, squeezing Natasha's hand gently. "I missed you," she whispered back, her painful, raspy voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Wanda's forehead. "I missed you too, my love. Now, you need to focus on getting better. Carol told me I should change out this fever patch for you and I have some more medicine that you need to take sweetheart.”

Wanda nodded and she felt herself curling into the soft loving touch of Nat as she placed a fresh, cooling patch over her forehead to replace the old one. She also rubbed her achy back too when it came time to swallow down another dose as medicine.

Natasha's eyes filled with empathy as she brushed a strand of hair away from Wanda's face. "I'm so sorry I had to leave you alone," she said, her voice filled with remorse. "I never should have left you, especially when you were already unwell."

Wanda gave Natasha's hand a small squeeze. "It's not your fault. You had to go on that mission. Besides, I knew you would come back to me."

Natasha's gaze held a mixture of gratitude and love. "I promised I would, didn't I? And I always keep my promises."

Wanda's eyes fluttered with weariness, but she fought to stay awake a little longer, not wanting to miss a single moment with Natasha. "Tell me about your mission," she requested, her curiosity evident despite her sleet, tired state.

Natasha settled into a chair beside the bed, never letting go of Wanda's hand. She recounted the details of her mission, carefully choosing words that wouldn't overwhelm Wanda's fragile condition. She spoke of danger faced and victories achieved, all the while ensuring that her love and concern for Wanda shone through.

As Natasha spoke, Wanda's eyelids grew heavy once again, the exhaustion pulling her toward the solace of sleep. She could feel Natasha's presence, the unwavering support that radiated from her every word and touch. It gave her strength, knowing she wasn't alone in her battle.

"I love you, Natasha," Wanda whispered, her voice barely audible.

Nat leaned closer; her voice filled with tenderness. "I love you too, Wanda. Rest now, and I'll be right here when you wake up."

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

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

“Are you shooting whiskey?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Best Closers In The City

Lawyer!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What do you mean?” You ask.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It’s beautiful,” you comment.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes ma’am,” you say. “Why did you-”

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

“I’m sorry,” you say.

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

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

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

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

“No, I don’t,” you speak softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I- um-” you can’t formulate words.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I do,” you say. “Can I?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes- fuck- yes ma’am,” you reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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