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It’s Just, a Little Crush…

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat x ShyFem!Reader

Song Inspo: Crush

Warnings: Jealousy (subtle)

Smut: Oral (All), Strap (R), Fingering (R), Squirting(R), Nipple Clamps (R), Overstimulation | Kinks: Master(N), Mistress(W), Praising, Humiliation(if you squint), (I was on some whore shit my dudes 🤷🏼‍♀️)

8,937 Words

It was a peaceful day, the sun was out but the warmth wasn't unbearable as the Fall breeze brushed across your exposed skin. Since it was an off day for training you settled comfortably into the hammock in the garden, allowing the nature to calm your chronically nervous heart. Sounds of leaves flying by, and the birds chirping were doing you wonders as you sipped on your water and read "I Think I Love You."

In a sick twist of irony a melodic laughter is passing through your ears, you peered over your book and your heart skips at the sight. Natasha and Wanda were stood outside the doorway, sharing the sweetest of moments as Natasha kept the cackling woman upright. They were truly the most beautiful people you'd had the pleasure of knowing, and it was no shock to you that you'd fallen in love, but it mattered not when they were already together, and you couldn't be a person around them.

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Sighing to yourself you wondered if you should head back inside for a nap, sharing the outdoor space with them would be too much to bare, and you'd been there your fair share of time. You closed your book, then nearly fell from the hammock when Wanda's face was mere inches from yours., "Hey there Y/N/N, are you busy?," she asks, and your hands reflexively ball up., "Hiya Wanda, um, I-I was actually just headed inside to take a nap."

"Boo... We were going to ask you out to lunch.," Wanda whines, and your heart skips at the way the both of them practically stare through to your soul., "Oh, uh, maybe next time then.," you say while hurriedly rushing by, but Natasha catches you by the arm, and you're now faced with her., "We're holding you to that.," you nodded dumbly, then when her hold softened you continued on your path to safety.

"Nat, we're trying to court her, not scare her.," Natasha chuckled., "Yeah, well your way isn't exactly working out that well, so a little bluntness may be just what we need."

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That night you found yourself in a state of disarray, everything you had attempted to cook failed until all you were left with was instant ramen. Normally you'd be enjoying a feast for the God's prepared by the lovely Wanda, but alas she was out with Natasha for their anniversary dinner, and the compound of men decided it was every 'man' for themselves.

You were boiling your egg in an attempt to liven up the bowl when you heard this obnoxious slurping sound., "That was most delicious, thank you lady Y/N.," Thor boasted, followed up by a loud burp, and you turned to him with a scowl., "That was my dinner Thor!," the big oaf of a man shrunk when you shouted, being the shy little thing that you were hardly anyone had even heard you even speak above a whisper so this was clearly a shock to him.

The man looked like a wounded puppy, and you felt like absolute shit for yelling at him., "It's okay, I'm not even that hungry anyways.," you reasoned., "Sorry for yelling.," and just as you went to leave the kitchen you ran into a soft body, nearly tumbling backwards at the impact but a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders to steady you. Viridescent eyes bore into yours when you looked up to see who it was and you gulped at the intense eye contact.

"Go sit, Natasha and I brought you dinner.," you went to rebut, but it died on your tongue when she heavily sighed., "Good girl.," you nearly tripped while following Natasha to the table and Wanda held back her snickering., "Thor, get out.," and poof the man was gone.

Natasha silently unloaded the bags while you sat with your eyes cast down staring at the hands in your lap as you picked at your thumb., "None of that dorogoy, your skin only just started to heal.," Wanda tuts, taking the space besides you she reaches over to take your hands in hers, and your breath hitches while your heart does gymnastics in your chest.

"Fettuccine and garlic bread for the pretty lady.," Natasha teases, and your smile is genuine at the concise care shown to you., "Enjoy honey.," The women engage in light conversation as you eat, hoping that you'll interject, but you're far too polite to even consider interrupting them., "How is the food?," Wanda asks, you sigh with a wide smile to follow., "Delicious, thank you."

Wanda frowns when you take your hand back and move to start cleaning up, "Nope, watch.," she instructs, then your eyes widen when the kitchen illuminates in a cloud of crimson red. Dirty dishes zoom through the air, and just like in the Disney movies the things comes to life. Suds upped sponges scrub at the dirty dish ware before they float into the dishwasher where a box of detergent is floating above, a stream of powder flowing into the machine before the door closes in a flash of red.

"Woah.," the pair giggle at your fascination, and it's then that you feel far too visible, the urge to escape them increases tenfold and you abruptly jump to your feet causing both of them to follow as if there was an invisible fire alarm going off., "What is it detka?," Wanda asks while cupping your cheeks that heat up within the same instant that she touches you.

"I'm just, I'm really tired and we have early training tomorrow, so I am going to go to bed.," you take notice of the sadness that fills their eyes when you make your excuse to leave, Wanda steps out of your way, but before you can leave she also pulls you into her body., "Sweet dreams Y/N/N.," she whispers, the ghosting of her lips at your temple has you nearing a state of cardiac arrest. Only to be made worse when Natasha strong arms you into her hold next., "Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight guys, thanks again for dinner.," you smiled kindly at the pair, then you made your quick exit, and that barest of interactions only made them yearn for you even more., "God Natty, she's just the cutest little thing.,"

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Natasha and Wanda entered the training room to set up for the day, and just as they went to enter they freeze in the doorway. They were expecting the room to be vacant this early in the morning, but it appears you wanted to get an early morning warm up in, and it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

"You're a teaser, you turn 'em on; leave 'em burning and then you're gone.,"  you were doing jumping jacks while singing along to the Abba song with your back turned to the door. Your dri-fit shirt was clinging to your body as the sweat suctioned it to your skin, and the women held no complaints as your muscular form was made readily available to their eyes.

"She speaks the truth.," Natasha whispers into Wanda's ear, receiving a jab to the ribs as a silent warning., "It was worth it."

"Looking out for another anyone will do. You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get the chance.”

"Here it comes.," Natasha whispers to her lover with the widest smirk., "Shh...," Wanda sneers.

"You are the dancing queen.," you spin around with your eyes closed, singing with all your might., "Young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen!.," The women found great enjoyment in watching you move about to the rhythm as you belted the lyrics out with such a deep, resounding passion.

"You can dance; You can jive, Having the time of your life.," Your singing soon blended into a shriek though when your eyes shot open to see the beautiful couple stood there watching you. The burning in your cheeks only intensified as a nervousness settled deep within you as Wanda was beaming, and Natasha looked to you with that lopsided, teasing smirk of hers.

"H-Hi guys, did you need the gym?," you tried to skate right passed the previous moment, but Natasha's chuckling left you more nervous., "We came to set up for training, but to our surprise we got a show instead.," the former assassin jested, much to her downfall as Wanda once again jabbed her in the ribs.

"Detka, the gym is meant to be shared.," Wanda coos while pushing your sweaty locks off your face, you blink a few times in quick succession in an attempt to understand how she'd gotten so close to you in just a blink., "Don't let Natty tease you into running off.," she continued to speak softly, being so close you could see she was equally as amused, but you could also tell neither of them meant you any harm with all of their teasing.

"I myself enjoy your presence Y/N, much more than hers actually.," Wanda jokes when she saw your walls were finally falling., "Hey!!," you giggled when the former assassin protested her lovers words, and both women took in the beautiful sound, fully embracing the way it was more genuine than your usual nervous one., "I'll remember this.," Natasha grumbles, you and her girlfriend shared a knowing look then burst into even harder fits of laughter.

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Once the rest of the team floated into the room you became quiet again, Natasha and Wanda wanted to glare at the men for ruining their chances of spending quality time with you. Then they remembered this was sort of all of your jobs, so they settled the festering anger, and instead they focused on the assignments.

Steve assigned everyone a partner for the hour, doing his best to ensure it was a suitable match so that everyone was challenged, but not in a way that left one side unfairly vulnerable. Part of you was relieved when it was announced you were to be with Nat, but another part of you feared the proximity sparring brought with it. Joking around with the couple was one thing, but to be at Natasha's mercy—because there was no way you were getting the upper hand over on her—was rather daunting. Natasha was however thrilled beyond normalcy, smirking smugly all the while Wanda was telepathically cursing her out for the subtle win.

"Here detka, let me help you out with that.," she mirrors you, straddling the bench and leaning in unnecessarily close to you while wrapping your hands for you., "Th-thanks.," Natasha loved just how easy it was to get to you, if just sitting with her closer than usual was an issue, she can't help but internally beam at how flustered you'll be when under her.

"Don't mention it sweet stuff.," her lips gently pressed to your cheek., "Now come on.," she playfully commands, leaving you on the bench a thoughtless mess until Steve barked at you to meet the slyly smirking former assassin on the mat for work. You took in a deep breath, then against the shake in your legs you made your way over to face her with faux confidence.

Natasha nods, a silent command if you will, so your hands raised and you began to mirror her as she was circling the mat. To her total shock you took the first step to make contact, but she was too quick, and you overestimated your lunge so you began to fall down. Natasha was proud when she saw you gracefully turn the fall into a tucked roll, springing back up before she herself could even get the upper hand on you.

"Good save detka.," and just as you begin to feel a sense of pride you're gasping for air as your back hit the mat., "Never get too cocky.," she teases with an outstretched hand to help you back to your feet, pulling you to your feet abruptly, and her lips graze your ear., "Save that energy for tonight sweetheart."

Natasha stepped a few paces back, snickering quietly as you stood there in stunned silence. You didn't exactly understand the innuendo, but her tone left you aware that it was dirty. With your clearly flustered state she made her next move, and in quick succession your back hit the mat once more, you gasped painfully, and your entire body felt like it was on fire since this time you were trapped underneath her hovering body.

Natasha was straddling your body, the first moment of squirming got you nowhere when she was able to scoot up effortlessly, trapping your arms against your sides, and so you went limp., "Oh no, don't give up now krasivaya.," you glared up at the woman, but it held no true malice, so she returned your look with a smirk., "Come on, use your training detka, fight me.," she snorted when you began to thrash beneath her., "You'll have to try harder than that if you plan to ever get the upper hand on me.,"

"Well maybe I don't want that.," you angrily huffed in the heated moment, but within the second your eyes widened at your confession., "Natasha, I-I.," she shushed you with a finger to your lips., "Shh, don't ruin the moment.," she throws you a wink before removing her body from yours, her outstretched arm lends you to know she's clearly not upset with you., "Better see you at the movie tonight Y/L/N.," she parts with another kiss to your cheek.

Natasha heads off feeling rather accomplished, swaying her hips tauntingly knowing your eyes were still on her body, then she winks at her lover who simply rolls her eyes in response.

The next moment when Steve announces everyone's permission for dismissal you run off to the showers to cleanse yourself of all of your sins, and to likely overthink the previous moment. Especially when you hear the unmistakable sounds of the couple of your dreams giggles. They'll surely be the death of you one of these days, you're certain of it...

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When you arrived to the living room it had been after thirty minutes of contemplation. Wanda's voice in your mind was what finally got you to make the choice of coming down before one of them came up to collect you. Facing either of the women after what you said to Natasha, and knowing she relayed it to her lover felt like a task within itself, add on the whole team and it felt nearly impossible.

Your thoughts were only confirmed when as you entered the living room there was no available seating for you, and the entirety of the team was staring at you. Wanda saw the way your hands instinctively balled up, your nails digging into your palm made her feel sad., "Detka, come over here please.," and with the way she looked at you it was as if your feet knew it best you complied., "Sit here honey, the movie is starting, and we'll keep you warm."

You internally groaned—as if you weren't hot and bothered already, Wanda had to turn away to hide the smirk as she heard your thoughts., "Don't worry detka, if you get scared we're here to protect you.," Natasha whispered against the shell of your ear, and you weren't sure if the hairs now stood at attention were from the threat of a horror film, or from the way her hot breath fanned across your skin, but either way you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Tony's selection of the Leprechaun, a movie you were unfamiliar with, turned out to be the worst thing to have ever happened to you. Natasha and Wanda didn't feel the same though, because as the film continued to torment you you'd began to shift into them. One particular scare had your entire body jolting off the couch, but Natasha was quick to grab your hand, she spun you around then pulled you into her embrace., "Shh, detka it's okay... We got you.," you missed the shared smile of accomplishment between the lovers, and had you not been beyond terrified of the murderous little shit on the screen you'd have been far more ashamed of the way your face was smushed into the older redheads breasts.

Wanda had maneuvered your lower half so that your legs were no longer dangling, and were instead laid over her lap, and she made sure she glared at all other Avengers who were not minding their business. She soon found her eyes transfixed on your relaxed face in lieu of the film as you'd quickly fallen asleep against her lovers chest. The scene was rather domestic if one just overlooked the way Natasha smirked at the sounds of the screaming girls on screen.

As the movie ended Tony had advised Friday to turn the lights on before the women could attempt to stop him, and just as soon as the rays reached your eyelids they shot open, and your body went rigid in their holds., "Sorry.," you'd sheepishly apologized, voice slightly muffled by the smooth skin of the assassin and your heart began to hammer even harder as you truly took in your compromising position. Natasha only held you tighter when you went to squirm out of her hold., "Detka, relax.," and to all of your shock your body settled into her.

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After a month of nonstop missions the redheads were desperate for your attention. They'd only seen you in passing, your shy demeanor returning far more prominently when you were as exhausted as you'd been made to be. Natasha had already scolded Fury for his overuse of you, and she made sure you'd never know about it either, you just thought the need for missions had suddenly lessened.

They gave you a few days to yourself, to catch up on sleep, and have some relaxing you time. Even if the simple act of doing so physically pained them, so now that they deemed you rested up they were going to cash in on their 'share a meal with us' ticket. Evening was fast approaching, the perfect time to catch you and take you to the new Italian place up the street.

As the couple entered the living room they found you were fast asleep on the couch, and they audibly awed at the cuteness overload. Your right hand loosely held onto the TV remote on your abdomen while your other arm was laid over your eyes to block out the light. Waking you up felt so cruel, but the selfish part of them overwhelmed their minds so they stepped towards you, but just before they could wake you up Tony and Sam burst through the entryway, hands clapping together loudly, and therefore startling you into an upright position.

"What's wrong? Who needs help?," you slurred, jumping to your feet so fast you ended up swaying a bit, and Wanda was quick to pull you into her steady form., "Shh detka, the only thing that needs help is these two idiots.," she shushed you while sending the men a pointed glare, her demeanor only softening when you cuddled even further into her side while also yawning., "Then why all the fuss?"

"Well Y/L/N, we're glad you finally asked.," Tony teases, then gestures for Sam to answer., "It's been a long month—you'd know that most. Stark and I have decided that for team bonding tonight that we'd all go out to the nightclubs.," you immediately began to tiredly shake your head in the negatory but Tony simply scoffed, "Not a choice Y/L/N, so wear something nice, preferably revealing, and be ready by 6PM."

Tony effortlessly dodged the item surrounded in crimson wisps that was thrown at his head, and Sam was fortunate enough to not have said the wrong thing so he followed the billionaire out without incident. Wanda quickly turned her attention to you, the pretty girl lightly trembling in her hold—not enough that one might see, but surely enough for her to feel.

"Detka, what's wrong?," you looked up to her and Natasha with an adorable pout., "I-I don't have any nice clothes, all I have are my mission suits and my casual stuff.," Natasha put her hand on your back, rubbing lightly to soothe you., "Don't worry your pretty little head angel, we'll find you something to wear—you rest."

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Natasha and Wanda were true to their word, but judging by the skimpy clothing they left you with they weren't opposed to Tony's idea. Sighing at the idea of being so exposed you began to sort through the offered wardrobe. Had you not been going to a place with booze you'd have just found a proper place to hide from your group of persistent teammates.

Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you at the compound entrance, but Tony was quick to shove them into an awaiting car with Sam., "She'll be there shortly, I'll make sure of it, you three need to secure our booth reservations.," and before they could rebut the man slammed the door and tapped the car to usher if off.

"You look really nice Y/L/N.," Tony greets your nervous form as he enters the kitchen you were nervously snacking in., "Don't you have a wife?," you deadpan and the billionaire chuckled., "Yes, and two perfectly working eyeballs.," You'd rolled your eyes, then moved to straighten out the tight red dress clinging to your body before accepting his awaiting crooked arm, reluctantly you'd looped yours through and allowed him to take you to the car.

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Natasha and Wanda were at the bar ordering shots when you'd walked in with Tony, and it really was a shame because you looked great. Once they returned to the table their faces fell when they saw Tony sat there without you, "Where's she at Stark," Natasha asks, the bite in her voice unrestrained and the man gulps, because he's not sure the truth is much better than them thinking you just weren't here.

Wanda saw the way he looked between them instead of at them so she was quick to shift her gaze backwards. Her jaw was nearly on the floor when she saw you on the dance floor with a mixed drink in your hands while your body moved along to the rhythmic music with ease., "Fucking hell.," her cursing drew Natasha's gaze from the useless man and over to you., "Chertov ad.," she confirms, her shot being thrown back with ease, and without another word she was dragging a speechless Wanda behind her on the way to the dance floor.

Natasha stops just out of your eye line, the both of them more than okay being silent observers for the time being as you sip your drink and sway your hips delectably to the upbeat music.

"See you blowin' me a kiss, it doesn't take a scientist to understand what's going on, baby."

Wanda was the first one to notice the blonde making her way towards you, Natasha was the one who saw the interest you were showing. Jaws clenched at the varying sights, and the idea of quietly remaining on the sidelines was thrown right out the window.

You'd found the eyes of strangers flattering, but there was a layer of emptiness that came with their gazes, you knew why it was there, but you reminded yourself that this is the reality you needed to get used to; rendezvous with total strangers because the women of your dreams are not likely obtainable.

"If you see something in my eye, let's not overanalyze. Don't go too deep with it, baby."

Or so you thought, because the stark blue eyes that once expressed clear interest in you from across the dance floor were now glowing a crimson red, her body quick to scurry away, and yours basically followed suit in reverse.

"You say the word forevermore, that's not what I'm looking for. All I can commit to is maybe. So let it be what it'll be. Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me."

The sight startled you ever so slightly in your inebriated state, the step backwards you took was reflexive, and it left you to gasp when a pair of hands settled over your hips, the scent of her distinct perfume the only thing letting you in on who's holding you., "I'll play loose; not like we have a date with destiny.," Natasha found the lyrics rather amusing, so she leant forward, beaming at the way your body shivered from the simplest of contact., "Detka, I think if we're all being honest here our date with the all elusive destiny is well overdue."

"It's just (aah) a little crush (crush); not like I faint every time we touch.," Wanda suddenly slid before you, successful in sandwiching you between her and her longtime lover., "It's just (aah) some little thing (crush); not like everything I do depends on you," you gulped when she began to lean in, her lips teasingly slid over your cheek, leaving a smudge of her dark red lipstick behind en route to your ear., "This is also so much more than a crush, so how about you stop running from us, hm?"

Wanda was pleased to see the excitement behind your intense stare, then when your gaze not so subtly dropped to her lips she knew they had you where they wanted you. Her hands settled over Natasha's as she leaned into you, but her lips only ghosted over yours, she was giving you the chance to pull away, and when you didn't she eagerly closed the lingering gap.

Natasha's strong hold on your hips tightened when your ass was pushed back into her by the force of Wanda's lips that collided with yours, she smirked against the nape of your neck at the gasp you released upon feeling the bulge of her strap in her pants., "That's for you detka.," she confirmed, causing you to whimper into Wanda's mouth, and grind against her of your own volition., "We're going to take such good care of you tonight krasivaya.," another sinful whimper left your mouth when Wanda all of a sudden pressed her pelvis to yours, you were able to feel yet another bulging strap.

You could feel just how wet this brief steamy encounter made you, and so you were nothing short of desperate when reaching to pull Wanda even closer, if that was even possible. Wanda, much to your dismay, pulled away from the kiss, chuckling as you tried to chase her lips., "Look at her Tasha, so desperate for us.," the widow chuckled along with her partner., "Then how about we blow this joint, and give her exactly what she wants lyubov'.," Wanda smirked., "What do you say detka?"

The second you nodded the three of you were flying to close your tabs, each woman with your hand in theirs, and the widest smiles on all your faces as you proceeded to run out of the club in a fit of giggles. All of you failing to see the smug smile on Tony's face while his empty hand sat before Sam's gobsmacked face. The younger man dropped a $20 into the hand of the billionaire, cursing the whole time about having had no clue this would happen, and why the hell Tony's ass needed a broke dudes cash.

Tony snorted., "It's the principle of the bet bird man.," he clapped his hand over his shoulder in a show of faux camaraderie while slipping the bill into his pocket., "I wonder how they failed to notice the lack of the team being here."

"Sam, those women had their own agendas for this night, the lack of a couple super soldiers, an archer with a family, and a socially inept scientist didn't bother them in the slightest."

"Are we going back to the compound?," Sam questioned, and the billionaire shook his head., "Oh, absolutely not, I value my sleep too much, plus I got a wife and kid waiting for me at my actual home. Good luck birdboy."

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Sitting in the backseat of a car, a panting mess, was not how you saw your night going, but you weren't complaining; Happy was not either. The women of your dreams were becoming your reality, their hands and lips were all over you, any skin that was visible to them was fair game. The whimpers they were able to pull from you was all the inspiration they needed to keep going, well there was that, plus the fact that they'd never really intended to stop.

Once Happy stopped the car Wanda used her powers to throw the door open, a bit irrational you think, but hot nonetheless. Natasha's hands were on your hips in no time, gentle but brisk as she pushed you across the seats and into Wanda's arms. Then upon exiting the car you watched them exchange a look, the smirk on Nat's face worried you, and within a second flat you find yourself thrown over her shoulder as the two of them effortlessly sprinted into the compound. To feel just how wanted you were by the gorgeous women was rather arousing, even if it was a bit humiliating to be carried, truth be told that was a contributing factor for why your panties were likely in ruin.

The moment they placed you down on the bed your eyes began to wander, the space that felt forbidden to you, but was always open for your viewing looked exactly as you'd expected it to. Natasha and Wanda shared a smile, giving you your moment to observe all that's new to you. Too afraid to overwhelm you—their shy baby. Their room was expectantly bigger than yours, that didn't phase you one bit, it was the built in reading nook that left you with bubbling envy., "Feel free to use that anytime you want detka, but for now, do you think we can use you?," the way she smirked at you while basically staring into your soul had you instantly rubbing your thighs together, a non verbal yes if you will.

The soft way in which you'd also gasped lent to Wanda settling down besides you, a soft hand turning your face to meet hers., "First, can you tell us how much you had to drink angel?," melting into her touch you softly hummed., "Only the one, I-I'm not even drunk anymore."

"Perfect.," she beamed, then her hand shifted to tangle into your hair, pulling you in for a tender kiss that soon left you breathless. With your focus on Wanda, who's tongue was not afraid to explore your mouth, you failed to hear Natasha's slacks hitting the bedroom floor. Only when her hand joined Wanda's in your hair, turning you away from the witch to look to her did your eyes have a chance to wander. The real sight of her naked transcended your greatest fantasies, she was otherworldly, and you were still shocked she wanted you like this.

Having your eyes on her just felt right, Natasha had been anticipating this moment for so long, and it was living up to all of her expectations. Your eyes still held an innocence, but the way you instinctually licked your lips at the sight of her strap told her you likely knew a bit more than they expected; that honestly excited her., "Come here krasivaya.," the redhead used her hold on your hair to gently pull you up from the witches lap you'd migrated into, and into her strong arms instead., "May I?," with her hand on the zipper of your dress, and her eyes on your lips you'd found yourself at a loss for words, so you sheepishly nodded instead, and just this once she decidedly let it slide.

Next to slide was your dress down your body, hitting the floor with a soft thump, that was a direct contradiction to the wild one inside your chest., "Holy shit detka, you're soaked.," her eyes were transfixed on the wet patch that covered the majority of your panties, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashed over your body, but the ever knowing former assassin was quick to use her free hand to stop yours from their fidgeting, and her lips finally pressed to yours to quell the insecurity she knew was fogging up your tortured mind.

Soon Wanda's pressed up against your back, hardened nipples brush against your skin as her lips tenderly press to your spine column. You shudder at the feeling of her cold fingers on your exposed hips, your body more than a bit overwhelmed by both of their attentions. Peering over your shoulder she locks eyes with her lover who's just pulled back from you for air, they have yet another silent discussion while you work to regain some composure.

After you witnessed Nat nod her head yours is being turned to the side so that Wanda's lips can meet yours, catching your soft whimpers as Natasha's slowly marking your chest, briefly she toys with your nipples, chuckling against your skin at the way you whine and shimmy., "Such a reactive little thing you are detka, we're going to have so much fun ruining you.," her hands naturally settled over the hem of your panties, warming the entirety of your body., "Please...," her eyes widen, it wasn't her exact intention as she settled on her knees, but your soft pleas and the smell of your arousal help her to make her mind up., "As you wish."

A breathy sigh of relief leaves you when the sticky material of your slick coated panties are finally removed from your body. Natasha's body shakes with excitement when met with your glistening folds, the need to taste you has been steadily on her mind for months now, so it should be of no shock as she dives right in. The moment her tongue flicks over your clit your body jolts back, pushing into Wanda, and pulling an affected groan from the brunette as your ass smacks into her strap.

Natasha heard her lovers cries, so without a second thought she lifted your leg over her shoulder, then with blind precision she reached around to guide Wanda's strap to your pulsing entrance, and the witch didn't have to be told twice, her hips thrust forward, filling you to the brim, and her lips attached to your neck once your head flew back against her shoulder due to the blinding pleasure coursing through you.

The couple worked in unison to bring you to your peak, Wanda's hands played with your breasts while she deeply thrusted into you, all while Natasha never wavered from using her talented mouth to stimulate your clit, and with a final thrust you were screaming, your walls fluttering around the strap that was now coated in your thick arousal. Once the brunette slowly pulled out of you Natasha swiftly replaced her strap with her tongue, collecting every last bit of your addicting arousal that flowed on out.

"You did so well for us detka.," Wanda coo'd, hands still gently kneading your breasts, her lips peppering kisses to your skin to calm you while Natasha continued to clean you up., "We're not even closed to finished yet either.," the redhead said as she emerged from between your thighs, her face shining with both your slick and the accompanying smile., "Good."

Natasha quirks a brow, thoroughly amused by your subtle traces of attitude, her heart then picks up at the thought of breaking you in., "Your Master wants you on your elbows and knees, with your ass up.," her words were stern, but her thumb stroking over your cheek was soft, a total contradiction to the darkness taking over her once green eyes., "I'm gonna fuck you while you suck your Mistress off.," she gently pecked your lips, then as if her intention was to give you whiplash she spun you around by your hip, and pushed you towards the bed.

Wanda was already laying down, so you were careful when climbing onto the bed, your hands were besides her thighs, while your spread out knees settled between her legs., "Look at our precious girl Tasha, so pretty and on top of that she's just such a good listener.," you whimpered as the woman praised you., "Yeah? Then why isn't she doing what I said?," before you could mutter an apology you were screaming from the immense pleasure Nat's strap was bringing to your body, your walls stretched with every inch she managed to push into you, it was the same length, but looks were deceiving because it was thicker than Wanda's.

Natasha hips were stilled, allowing you time to adjust to her size, but she was also patiently waiting for you to get to work. After you caught your breath, and felt your heart return to some sort of baseline you looked up to see Wanda's eyes were already on your kiss swollen lips, the same pair that were meant to be bringing her pleasure, and though she wasn't frowning you could see the disappointment in her eyes.

Taking in a shaky breath you used one of your hands to lift the strap up, the tip grazed over your mouth, leaving a trail of your slick behind that you experimentally licked, the brunette watched intently to see your reaction, and the way you moaned at the new sensation didn't disappoint. In fact, it only turned her on more, her hips jutted off the bed, causing the strap to clash into your teeth, you didn't let that throw you off though. With your hand on the base you pressed down, primarily for her pleasure as she moaned at the sensation, but also for leverage as you began to take the strap in., "That's right honey, make your mistress cum."

Natasha began to move, her thrusts were slow and deep, neither woman intended to hurt you, or let carnality win out without your wishes; honestly all they wanted was to love you, and you surely felt that in all of their movements.  Wanda was restraining her hips, that much was obvious to you, the same was to be said for how Natasha kept a consistently slow pace, it truly warmed your heart, but you needed it harder., “Master, Mistress: please use me—need more.,” you’d whined pathetically around the tip of the witches strap, and with a shared set of smirks the lovers gave you exactly what you wanted.

The room soon filled with the sounds of your moans, that were repeatedly interrupted by your gags as they used your body like a rag doll. Natasha was pulling you back by your hips so aggressively that there’s likely going to be marks, while Wanda shoved you down by the grip in your hair as she unrelentingly fucked your throat., “Fuck, detka you’re taking us so well, I can tell you’re close.,” Natasha grunted while fighting the grip your walls had on her strap to thrust into the spot that had you seeing stars., “Go ahead baby, let go for us.,” Wanda added breathily as Natasha reached around to rub your clit, bringing you over the edge.

Wanda’s body stilled beneath yours as your body jolted so harshly that the harness hit her clit just right, and sent her tumbling into the world of immense pleasure with you. Natasha lifted your body upwards with her toned arms, her hips continuing to rut up into you in a desperate need for her own release, while in turn deliciously prolonging yours., “Fuck, you are so perfect detka, taking my cock so well.,” you managed to plant your feet on the edge of the bed, and with that leverage you pushed down into her thrusts, and in under just a minute she was screaming in pleasure, her teeth sinking into your shoulder as the wave’s overwhelmed her, and in turn you were thrown into another blinding orgasm of your own.

Natasha’s tongue glided over the harsh mark in an attempt to soothe you, her lips continued to travel over your back, leaving deep marks behind while the both of you came back down., “Clean mistress up detka, I’m going to go grab something.,” Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple while holding you tightly to her body, then once she noticed Wanda had shimmied out of the strap she lowered you back down, then glided her strap right on out of you.

Wanda’s hand settled on your cheek, the two of you sharing a soft moment before you did as your master said, causing the witches head to fly back into the pillows while her hands flew up to her breasts for added stimulation., “Fuck, you’re so good with that tongue of yours detka, gonna make your mistress cum again.,” she panted out, you were only meant to collect her previous release, but she wasn’t complaining with how deeply your tongue was thrusting into her, swirling around and prodding at her spot that sends her body into a fit of trembles.

Natasha watched from the doorway, arousal pooling in her lower abdomen with just how well you were able to work her longtime lover over, and with how eager you were to clean up the mess you brought about for a second time. This moment with you was already greater than either had expected it to be, with how shy you always were they really only expected you to take what they had for you, which was more than enough, but your eagerness to please them just the same was a welcome surprise.

Natasha abruptly flipped you off of Wanda, smirking down at your cum drunk expression, and leaning down to kiss you passionately. Slipping her tongue passed your lips she was moaning instantly as the familiar tang of Wanda enveloped her tastebuds. While your mind was preoccupied with maintaining the heated kiss Natasha’s hands slipped between your bodies, a cold feeling being drug over your abdomen left your body to shiver, making the redhead excited for the next reaction she was likely to pull as she expertly clamped the metal over your sensitive nipples., “Oh fu-fuck...”

She pulled back to gaze at your face, ensuring that the pain had only been momentary, you looked back up to her with a subtle smirk, she was relieved to find you enjoying the clamps., “Master.,” she quirked her brow in a silent response., “Thank you.,” tugging on the chain she offered you pleasure in lieu of a response, your consequent moan a thrilling sound., “Such a reactive little play thing.,” she mused.

Without another utterance she was crawling up your body, her thighs settling on either side of your face, situating her core above your eager lips., “Look at what you’ve done to me honey, time to do your due diligence, and show me just how you made your mistress scream.,” she lowered her puffy core down, sighing as soon as your tongue swiped through her sensitive folds, and screaming as you sucked her clit in between your teeth., “Fucking good girl.,” her groan made your heart swell, and only added to your need to please the women of your dreams.

Wanda enjoyed watching her lover writhing above your body while her heart rate settled, granted, seeing the way you pleasured her did have it stuttering every time you managed to pull a raspy, strained moan from her lovers throat. The sight of you beneath her was the most exhilarating for her, a smirk overtook her features upon seeing your thighs clenching. Clearly you were just as affected as she was by Natasha’s borderline pornographic moaning, and the witch would not be wasting an opportunity to taste you from the source.

Crawling down to face your cunt she was in awe, your gaping entrance spastically fluttered around nothing, she was smiling gratefully at the opportunity, with her heart now set on remedying your little problem. Lithe fingers swiped around your entrance, causing your body to squirm at the unexpected, but oh so satisfying touch. Wanda was pleased with the way your body responded, so she gave you what you wanted by pushing three of her fingers into your warm cunt. She pounded into you at a brutal pace, your walls having tried to hold her in a vice grip, her mouth had latched around your clit to add to the excess pleasure, and as if she’d intended to overwhelm your system, her other hand tugged on the chain.

Natasha fell into her orgasm head first, your sudden, and unwavering moaning sending nonstop waves of pleasure throughout her. Luscious, muscular thighs closed around your head, effectively cutting off your access to oxygen, but you were too overwhelmed by your own bodies trembling to even register the fact that you weren’t breathing anymore. Not that you’d even complain, it would be the hottest way to go, you were sure of it.

Wanda’s mouth was agape, your back arching, and trembling thighs had only caused her to increase her pace in hopes of helping you reach yet another peak, which is why her face, palm and fingers were now coated in your release. After a moment of sitting in her shock she felt a little concerned to see your body slump into the mattress, with her magic she yanked Nat off of you, and both women gasped at the sight.

“Holy shit Nat, please tell me she’s breathing.,” killing you was not on their agenda, and she sighed in relief when you gasped suddenly. There was no way to know if it was Nat’s thighs suffocating you, or the never ending orgasms that left you to be knocked out, but either way the couple were actually shocked, and worried. Their concerns settled with the rise and fall of your chest though, and that fucked out smile settled over your gorgeous, cum drenched face.

“We fucked her unconscious.,” Nat marvels, and Wanda joins her at your side to hear your breathing., “Mhm.,” the both of them laid kisses to your swollen lips before climbing off the bed to plan out how to take care of you in this unexpected state, and with a brief bout of eye contact, and an accomplished kiss they set off to do their parts.

Wanda left the room with the dirtied sheets, as well as a fresh set to add to the dryer to make sure the bed is as warm as possible for you. Then she headed off towards the kitchen on your shared floor to make a feast worthy of the appetite the lot of you built up, while Natasha carried your slumped form into the bathroom. She gently settled the both of you into the tub, smiling fondly as you settled into her hold even further in your deep sleep. She washed your hair before moving onto your exhausted body, being extra careful as she slid the loofah over your bruised hips, while also still admiring her handy work., “Such a beautiful thing you are.,” she cooed while finishing sudsing up your chest that was also covered in their many marks.

Wanda entered the bathroom just as Natasha was standing up, the lovers shared a soft kiss, and the witch helped the redhead get you out. They worked harmoniously to dress you in their clothes; Nat’s sweats, and Wanda’s cami. They then laid you against the fresh set of warmed up sheets, sighing dreamily at the sight of you so adorably laid out on their bed. Natasha settled her chin on Wanda’s shoulder, while her arms wrapped around her waist, and the little witch leaned into the familiar comfort.

“She’s all ours now Natty, our patience finally paid off.,” Natasha spun the witch around, and stared into her eyes, a vulnerability was ever present within them., “I love you Wands, and I love her too—so much.,” the brunette softly smiled at her lover, then leaned in to press a reassuring kiss to her lips., “I love you both so very much Natty.,” she cheered., “We did it.,” Natasha shook her head at her lovers antics., “Go freshen up lyubov’, I’ll finish the food.,” they shared a parting kiss, leaving you to rest while handling everything that was necessary.

Wanda straddled your waist after getting out and dressed, her hands cupped your cooled cheeks, and she simply stared at your calmed features for a brief moment before moving forward with waking you up., “Krasivaya, time to wake up.,” she whispered in your ear, then pressed her lips to your jaw softly, chuckling when you were squirming at the tickling touch.

Her lips slowly continued to travel up until she pressed them against your inviting lips., “Come on now detka, wake up.,” you whined weakly, trying to shift away with your eyes still tightly shut, but the sounds of your muddled thoughts told her this process of hers was working., “We’ve got fettuccine alfredo.,” she whispered, and within an instant your eyes were fluttering open, you were clearly a bit disoriented but with the mission of having pasta on your mind, your tummy expectantly rumbling, well it was clearly enough to motivate you to awaken.

“There she is.,” she cooed teasingly, watching as the remembrance of tonight’s events come crashing over your mind. A giggle left her when your eyes widened at the sight of her straddling you, as if your face hadn’t just been pressed against her pussy a little over an hour ago., “Wands, wh-what did this all mean?,” you softly croaked out, your hands now balled into fists at your side, and her once smiling face fell., “Oh detka.,” her hands unfurled yours, and linked them with hers instead, lifting them up to kiss your knuckles before leaving them over her chest so you could feel her heartbeat., “This meant everything to us, do you feel me?”

You nodded a bit sheepishly and she beamed., “This heart here, it beats for my girls only.,” the look of confusion in your eyes was amusing., “M-me? I’m your girl?,” she nodded., “Our.,” Natasha interjected into the soft moment, you turned to where the sound came from and saw her signature smirk, but what really caught your eye was the tray in her hand. Wanda shrieked as you abruptly sat up, but your hands wrapped around her to save her from falling.

Your breath hitched though as you saw just how close her face was to yours, the sight of her luscious pink lips enticed you, and in a mustered up moment of bravery you leaned in to kiss her. An air of innocence to contradict tonights earlier shenanigans was present as you moved your lips against hers, “Your girl.,” you repeated in a whisper against her lips, feeling as she smiled at your disbelieving tone.

“Our girl.,” Natasha corrected once more, using her hand to guide you away from the witch by the chin, and leaning in to kiss you a bit more harshly to convey the message more clearly., “Our perfect little one.,” she concluded as she pulled away from you, and Wanda was quick to readjust your bodies so that she was leaned against the headboard with your back to her.

“Open up.,” Natasha boomed with a forkful of pasta in her hands, to which you instantly did, moaning languidly as the creamy pasta brought you into another state of bliss., “Fuck, Wands that’s delicious.,” you said over the mouthful., “Swallow your food love, and what about me?,” the redhead pouted in your direction, and you giggled in response, bringing a warmth to both of their hearts., “We both know who made it.”

Wanda snorted as Natasha dropped the fork into the pan with a dramatic flare., “Yeah, well I carried the hot dish into here for your sake.,” you met her faux annoyance with a genuine smile., “I’m sorry Natty, I appreciate you too.,” the redhead groaned at your too cute for words nature, leaning in to kiss your lips., “Well aren’t you just the most adorable little thing.”

You attempted to shy away from her, taking compliments from the goddess’s had always been hard for you., “Detka, you’re gorgeous, if anyone’s a goddess here it’s you honey.,” you tried to hide behind your hands at being called out, but Natasha pulled them away instantly., “Hey, don’t hide from us detka, a beautiful lady such as yourself deserves to be marveled at.”

“We will remind you every day just how beautiful you are until you believe it detka.,” Wanda’s hands tenderly roam over your sides as she speaks so sweetly to you. Natasha moved the tray out of her lap so she could reach you better, her thumbs removed the tears pooling on your lower lashes, then her fingers tenderly traced the outline of your face., “Beautiful.,” a teasing smirk on her face as she booped your nose, and chuckled at your warming cheeks., “We love you Y/N/N.,” the soft confession wasn’t all that shocking to you after the shared night of passion, and it was somehow even easier for you to reciprocate., “I love you too.”

Wet kisses were simultaneously deposited on your cheeks, you giggled wildly at the sensation of your cheeks being permanently smooshed, their hearts fluttered in their chests at the sound of your genuine giddiness, the couple shared a final teary eyed stare at the reality of the situation; you were theirs, giggles and all.

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[abbyromanoff]

Fic request

G!p Wandanat, both CEOs come home stressed and need some stress relief from fem r

My wives

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader x g!p Wanda Maximoff

Summary: when your wives come home stressed they use you however they want

Word count: 1,533

Warnings: smut, double penetration, plugs, anal, unprotected sex, blowjobs, handjobs, dirty talk, nicknames, mentions of free use

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Hearing the door slam shut you gulped and headed to the front of the house to greet your wives. When seeing them rip off their jackets angrily you knew not to question them on their day. You were going to speak before Nat slammed you up against the wall, Wanda right next to her groping your precious body.

“We’ve had a very long day sweetheart,” she emphasized the word ‘very’ in a dramatic tone, “And we need a bit of stress relief. Will you be an angel and help us out?” She asked in that sweet voice you could never say no to. Nodding your head slowly the two of them smirked before attacking your body, Nat marking your neck while Wanda continued her touching. You felt both of their hands rest upon your inner thigh, massaging the plush skin before trailing up higher.

The two of them leaned back and made eye contact, having a conversation in their minds before picking you up and throwing you over their shoulder. Nat carried you up the stairs while Wanda trailed behind, giving occasional kisses to your face whenever she could.

You felt the soft material of the sheets as you were thrown onto the bed, watching as the two shed their clothing before removing your own. When you were left completely naked they stared at your body like prey staring at their food.

Wanda was the first to move, straddling your lap as she sucked your nipples. Your other wife moved behind you, rubbing her cock up against your ass while running her hands up and down your body. Nat’s cock was dripping with pre-cum just begging to be let into your small hole. She grabbed the lube on your bedside table and applied some to her cock along with your ass, making you slightly jump at the cold contact. Wanda slid her cock up and down your folds as she slowly slipped in, being just as hard as Nat.

Throwing your head back gave Wanda more access to your chest while Nat was able to mark up your neck even more, trying to leave large traces of her all over your body. The two let you adjust to one cock before the other slowly slid in your tight ass. Hearing your pained groans they took a moment to let you breathe before they ruined you. The woman in front of you used her hand to rub your clit, trying to get your mind off of the painful sensation. The two felt as though they’d cum any second but they held back until you were ready.

“You can move now.” Came your hushed voice, begging quietly for them to destroy your holes. They started a rhythm, when Wanda moved forward Nat would slide out till just the tip was in. You felt so full. You’ve experienced anal before, of course you have, but you never had the two of them fucking you at once like this.

“You like this you little slut? You like having both of your holes stuffed full of us?” You nodded at Nat’s words, receiving a slap on the thigh when not giving a verbal answer.

“Yes! I love it so fucking much!” “Good sweetheart, ‘cause we’re not stopping until you’ve squirted all over us.” Just from the tone that Wanda used you knew she wasn’t lying, you could tell this would be a long night.

“Our beautiful little whore is obsessed with our cocks, huh Nat? Their pussy is just sucking me right in, like it was made for my dick.” She said with each thrust of her body against yours, her tits occasionally hitting against your own with her fast pace.

“You should see how well they're taking me, they were made for taking our cum, and that’s exactly what they’re going to do. Aren’t you baby? Will you be our good little girl and let us stuff you full?” Nat answered the other woman.

“Mhm, I’ll take all of it. Just please stuff me full, wanna have your babies in me, want you both to get me pregnant.” You whined into Wanda’s neck, praying for them to fill you up just like they said.

“We will, we’ll get you all round and full, you’ll be stuffed with our cum every fucking day. Fuck you’ll be even hotter carrying our babies.” The brunette whispered into the sex filled room. They hoped this wasn’t just dirty talk, it’s been a dream of theirs for forever to get you pregnant, they wanted a family with you so bad. They both imagined the day you’d find out you were pregnant and go rushing to them. The day you would give birth and they’d get to hold their child for the first time. Or when they’d learn how to walk and talk, it was all they wanted with you.

Feeling you clench around them they listened as you pathetically begged to cum. “Of course you can, but just know, we’re not stopping until we’ve had our fill.” The words scared you yet turned you on, the thought of them overstimulating you and using you to get off made you snap. You finished all over their lengths as they didn’t let up, continuing their fast pace chasing their release. Nat was the first to cum, coating your ass with her release while Wanda came soon after, painting your velvety walls white.

They continued until the two of them finished three times inside of you, while you kept cumming all over them, crying shamefully at the overstimulation. Eventually Nat pulled out of your ass, grabbing a butt plug to make sure none of her liquid spilled out of you. Wanda did the same, fingering her cum back inside of you before using a plug to keep it inside of you, wanting to ensure that you’d get pregnant sooner or later. You thought that they were done, but you were proven wrong when you felt the tip of the brunettes cock against your mouth, prodding it open as she made you suck her off. Nat used your hand to fuck herself into, putting her hand a top of yours and thrusting against it against with a brutally fast pace.

“Your mouth feels so good Y/N. Tomorrow when we go into work, I want you to come with us, you can suck the both of us off. You’ll be our little stress doll to use whenever we need, whether you like it or not.” You wanted that so badly, you wanted them to just bend you over and use you however they pleased. You unknowingly took more of Wanda down your throat as you gagged, tears rolling down your face.

“Fuck, look at their beautiful face. Those sexy fucking tears, is Wanda’s cock too much for you honey? Can you not take it?” Nat spoke up, laughing when you shook your head as best as you could. Her laughter quickly turned into a moan when your thumb slid over her tip. Seeing her reaction you made sure to do the same thing each thrust she made.

You felt Wanda’s cock throbbing in your mouth as Nat’s pre-cum dripped down your fingers, adding a wet noise whenever you reached the base. The woman’s hands wrapped around your head as she got closer to finishing, she made you go back and forth fastly before finishing, slamming your head down almost reaching the base. You were trained for a while on how to take their cocks, practicing your gagging reflexes so they could use you however they pleased. You swallowed all of her load, her wiping off some that dribbled down your chin and sucking her finger clean. Nat pulled you away from Wanda, needing your attention to be back on her. You closed your eyes as you felt her cum landing on your face, opening your mouth to taste it. She used her thumb to wipe off your face just like Wanda did previously, using the digit to make you suck on. She watched as your eyes fluttered shut and you silently moaned at the taste.

“Look at you, our little cumdumpster. So proud of you baby, you took us so well tonight.” She softly stroked your face while admiring your worn out look. The two of them loved seeing you like this, your panting, out of breath face after railing you senseless, it was secretly their favorite part.

“Alright sweetheart, time to clean you up.” Wanda said, moving the other woman out of the way to pick you up and carry you into the bathroom, settling you on the counter. The two of them left kisses all over your face and cleaned you up, dragging you into bed with them as you were squished in between the two.

“Aren’t you gonna take the plugs out?” You asked in a weak voice. The two chuckled and spared you a look before Nat grabbed your chin and said in a stern yet soft voice, “Darling, you’re keeping those in all night. We can’t have our cum dripping out of you now can we?” You shuttered at her response, trying to get comfortable as your wives fell asleep almost instantly.

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[katethewriter]

Learning Curve

a continuation of the Wish We Could Be Like That Series

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 4k~

Summary: After revealing their secret and finally reuniting, you and your girlfriends go through an adjustment period.

Warnings: fluff, lots of fluff, overprotective Natasha and Wanda, angry reader, bad words, mentions of sex

A/N: Sorry for the pain recently. 🫣 Here is some WandaNat fluff to make up for the angst fest named my blog. I hope you all enjoy! Let me know what you would like to read next! 😘

"She lives!" Tony exclaims as you enter the common area. Laughing, you shake your head as you make your way to the small table.

Its the first time you've been out of your room since you were released from medical. Natasha and Wanda have kept you on strict bed rest, bringing anything you could possibly ask for to your side.

It was sweet and endearing at first. You even have to admit that it was necessary at first. You were way too weak to take care of yourself. You needed them.

Now, however, you were getting restless. You grew stronger every day. In secret, you walk around circles in your room to stretch your legs, but you want to be out and around everybody again.

So, it's nice to see Sam and Bucky look up from the table and smile warmly as you approach.

"Hey, glad to see your captors have granted you release," the super soldier teases.

"The way they keep you tied to that bed, I'm surprised you can still walk," Tony jokes.

Bucky nearly spits out his breakfast from laughing. Sam on the other hand sits up in his chair and smacks Tony on the arm, "dude, lower your voice! Maximoff is right there man!"

At the sound of her name, Wanda turns from her place in the kitchen to look in the direction of the sound.

The moment her eyes land on you, her brow knits together with concern. She drops everything and instantly makes her way over to you.

You're laughing innocently at the guys' antics until you hear the stern voice of your girlfriend quickly approaching.

Wanda wraps her arm around your waist, supporting most of your weight with her powers.

You won't admit it, but it helps. It releases the tension in your abdomen from holding yourself up. The soreness in your side dissipates.

If you let it known that standing causes even the slightest bit of pain, she will drag you back to bed and keep you locked up for who knows how long.

It seems she is going to drag you back to bed anyway.

The sokovian begins to gently guide you back the way you came, "what do you think you're doing?"

"Getting breakfast."

"I was going to bring it to you," she scolds, "You're supposed to be taking it easy."

You stop in your place before she can drag you out of the room, "I'm not training. I'm just coming down for breakfast." You defend yourself, "I'm well enough for that."

Wanda purses her lips. You can tell she is trying to determine if this is a battle worth fighting. Sighing, she relents, "ok." She pecks you on the cheek with a smile, "good morning."

You nervously glance over to the guys who seem to have gone back to their previous conversation. You sigh in relief. Turning back to Wanda, you smile, "good morning. What are you making?"

"Your favorite," the witch walks back to the kitchen with arm still around your waist.

When the two of you reach your destination, you break apart. Wanda continues her cooking, and you lean against the counter to watch her.

The distance you leave between the two of you does not go unnoticed by Wanda. It hurts her to think the habit they need to help you break.

"You don't have to make a quiche every morning," you laugh.

"I know, that's why today I'm making french toast too," the witch smiles cheekily. She closes the distance between you, bringing a piece of toast to your lips, "here, try."

Your heart pounds in your chest having her this close to you in front of other people. Still, you take the toast between your lips and chew slowly. It's delicious. You close your eyes to savor the taste.

When you open your eyes, Wanda is grinning at you victoriously, "good?"

"Amazing."

She bounces happily. Before you can react, she pecks you on the lips and just as quickly, returns to her cooking.

You're shocked still, almost certain you stopped breathing for a second. Once again, you check over where the guys sit. They seem not to be paying attention, so you make yourself calm down.

You know that they know about your relationship. You know you don't have to hide it anymore. Still, you have trouble remembering in the moment though.

"Will you at least sit down?" Wanda asks, drawing your attention back to her. She's looking at you with a sincere expression, "I know you are sore. I just don't want you to overdo it...... please, for me?"

You can't lie that it doesn't hurt, so you nod with a small smile. You move to the stools on the other side of the island. Just as you sit, voices come from the doorway.

Natasha and Steve enter back from their run. Your girlfriend's eyes land straight on you.

"There you are," she walks over quickly.

"Here I am," you playfully respond.

"You weren't in the room when I went to change. I got worried," she says as she stops in front of you. "What are you doing down here?"

You can't help the eye roll that follows. "Like I told her..." you nod your head towards Wanda on the other side of the island, "...I am perfectly capable of walking down to breakfast. You do know I'm not helpless right?"

"Of course, we know that, detka," the widow stands between your legs and wraps her arms around your shoulders. "We just worry is all. We love you."

You smile up at her from your spot on the stool. "I love you too," you say softly, so no one across the room can hear.

Natasha leans down and kisses you slowly, and you forget there are other people in the room with you. After a long moment, she pulls away and smiles down at you, "good morning, detka."

"Good morning."

"EW, get a room!" Yelena calls as she walks into the common space.

Everyone on the other side of the room laughs, and your left with cheeks the color of a tomato. You burry your face into Natasha, trying to hide from the embarrassment.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Walking into the living room for movie night, you find that most everyone is already seated.

Natasha had claimed their usual couch, while you and Wanda went to the kitchen to grab some snacks. She sits on one far end of the couch, leaning against the arm.

After passing out snacks, Wanda takes her place next Nat, curling into her immediately. You sit beside Wanda, however you do not scoot in. You leave a gap between them and you, just happy to sit on the same couch.

The two of them watch you, waiting for you to come join them, but you don't. They look away sadly, and their minds race.

They've come to pick up on things. Things that you have missed out on. Things that are just second nature to them, but almost foreign to you. Wrapping an arm around each other in the hallway, holding hands during meetings...

... and cuddling during movie night.

They share a look, a 'we need to fix this' look.

Natasha leaves her seat and moves to the opposite side of the couch and on the other side of you. Once settled, she reaches over and tugs you into her lap.

Wanda scoots until she is pressed to Natasha's side. She lifts your legs and drapes them across her lap.

At first, you sit completely stiff and rigid. Displays of affection like this are natural for you behind closed doors, but in front of others like this, you still feel uneasy.

Wanda places a hand on your thigh, drawing soothing circles onto your leg with her fingertips. Natasha rubs your back comforting you. They smile when the tension in your body releases, and you relax into them.

You curl into Natasha's chest and take Wanda's hand into your own, playing with her fingers. They chuckle when you start rearranging the rings on her fingers.

"Great, they're being gross again," Yelena teases from her place with Kate.

To everyone's shock, you confidently lift your middle finger to her with a smirk on your face. Everyone laughs, and Yelena throws a pillow at you. Of course, Wanda catches it with her powers and lowers it down into your lap.

"That's my girl," Natasha says proudly before kissing your cheek.

Steve stands in the middle of the room, with the remote in hand, "we're voting on the movie. You guys are the last ones to vote." He explains your options are a comedy or an action movie that everyone knows Tony loves to watch because it features some of his new tech. The action movie has 2 more votes than the comedy.

"Wait a second," Tony pops up in his chair, "they're all gonna vote together and win every time. They get one vote together."

"We may not even vote for the same movie!" Wanda counters.

Steve raises a hand to quiet them, "everybody gets their own vote. So?"

Natasha nudges you to vote first. After thinking for a moment, you go with the comedy. Immediately, your girlfriends vote for the same. Winning by one vote.

"I told you," Tony grumbles.

You smile knowing they did, in fact, just pick whichever movie you wanted. "Hey, we can watch that one next, Tony," you soothe him, and it seems to work.

As the movie plays, you keep getting distracted by the feel of your girlfriends' arms around you. You wonder if they know its all you've wanted every single movie night since you've been together.

A few happy tears escape your eyes and fall down your cheeks. You didn't notice, but Wanda did.

"Detka," she speaks into your mind, drawing your attention. "What's wrong?"

Swiping away the tears, you smile and shake your head, "I'm happy."

A buzzing sounds from your bag on the other side of the gym.

This morning's workout was interrupted by a message from Fury calling for a team meeting in an hour. You perk up instantly.

Does this mean he's putting you on your first mission since you were shot?

You have patiently waited months to heal fully. Cho had finally cleared you for business as usual last month, but you knew there would be an extended 'just to be sure' period before getting back to work.

Believe it or not, Fury still feels a bit guilty that you nearly died on a mission you should never have been sent on.

With this message, you could be actually getting back into the field, and you are beyond excited. You practically skip through the halls on the way to the meeting.

Filing into the conference room, you see that your girlfriends have sat with an open chair between them. You smile and move to your spot in the middle.

They've kept you in the middle almost always since you got back. Maybe it was just them being overprotective or maybe they're just making up for all of the time you were away. Either way, you weren't complaining.

As the meeting began, Fury explains that there are two upcoming missions they will be discussing before handing the floor over to Hill.

Natasha started taking notes as always. Her other hand reached for yours. Your interlocked hands rested on top of the table for everyone to see.

You know you should be used to this by now, but you can't help the nervous feeling that rises in your stomach. Your heartbeat picks up, and you can hear it loudly in your ears. You're sure everyone else can too, but no one makes any show that they do.

A saving grace comes in the form of Wanda resting her hand on your thigh. It's still noticeable to others, but it's under the table. It grounds you without adding to the anxiety.

Thankfully, it soothes you enough to pay attention to the meeting as Maria begins detailing the first mission, intel retrieval. It's a simple in and out. You were expecting as much for your first mission.

"On this one, we need the Falcon, little Hawkeye, Belova, Maximoff and L/N," she lists.

Natasha's pen freezes mid-word. She looks up pointedly, "and me."

Everyone turns to her for a moment, then looking back to Hill, awaiting her response. You, however, keep your gaze locked on the Russian. You have to stop yourself from saying something.

"Agent Romanoff, you've been assigned to the other missio-"

"No," she interrupts, "if Y/n is going on that mission, so am I."

All is quiet until Wanda speaks up from beside you, "I'd feel better if she was there."

Your attention wrenches around to your other girlfriend now. Suddenly, anger floods you.

Why are they doing this? They know that you've been cleared for missions. You've been sparring together for months! Why are they fighting orders for this?

Crossing your legs, you force Wanda's hand to fall away from your thigh. You want to rip your hand out of Natasha's, but her grip tightens protectively.

"Agent L/N has been clear-"

"Director, request for new assignment," Natasha interrupts Maria, standing and facing Fury.

The room is silent. Everyone watches the gears turning in the director's head. After what felt like an eternity, he nods.

"Granted."

It seems like the entire room lets out a sigh, except you. They relax as the tension in the room is released, and the energy returns to normal.

You, however, feel humiliated. Your girlfriends don't think you can handle yourself on a mission, and they just let the entire team know it. Your clench your jaw tightly, and your leg bounces quickly for the rest of the meeting.

The moment the team is dismissed, you stand and leave without a word to anyone or a glance behind you. You head straight to the gym to resume your workout and blow off this steam before the mission.

After an hour of attacking a punch bag, you feel calm enough to go to your room and get ready for the mission. You're almost there when FRIDAY'S voice rings through the room. Director Fury requests your presence in his office.

You feel dread instantly and know this is not gonna be goood.

"You wanted to see me?" you ask, knocking on the doorframe.

Fury looks up from his papers. "Yes Agent," he stands behind his desk, "upon further consideration, I have determined that too many agents have been assigned to today's mission. So, I am removing you from the mission."

All the anger you just released into that workout comes back tenfold. "Is it because of Natasha?"

Fury tilts his head in the way that suggests you watch what you say next, "It would be irresponsible of me to put an agent at risk unnecessarily."

"Like you did you sent me undercover?" you scoff.

Truly, you hold no resentment towards Fury or Clint for the mission that landed you in the medbay, but you just can't help yourself at the moment.

"I'm sorry, Agent," he sits and returns to what he was working on earlier, "you will be notified of your next mission."

Taking a deep breath, you turn and walk through the hallway. So many emotions tumble around inside you, anger, disappointment, frustration, hurt, sadness.

You had been so excited to get back to doing what you love, to feel like you were yourself again, to put that damn mission behind you.

But that was all just ripped away.

There's no stopping you when you reach your bedroom, and Natasha and Wanda are inside getting geared up for the mission.

"There you are," Wanda exclaims, "you need to gear up."

"What did you say to Fury!?" you look to Natasha pointedly.

She looks at confused, "nothing, what are you talking about?"

"He took me off the mission! What did you say!?"

"Nothing!" she counters.

You look away and begin pacing the room, trying to channel all of this energy.

Wanda walks into your path with her arms open, "hey why don't you sit. We need to calm you down."

"No," you pull away.

When you look to them, they can see the tears now forming in your eyes. Their hearts drop, and they realize that something is really wrong.

You don't want to yell at them, but inside it feels like you need to. You hold it back as best you can, still trying to get your feelings across.

"I waited for that mission for months, and I got kicked off of it because you insisted to go!" You look to Natasha. "I finally had the chance to go back to what I love, doing something that makes the world a safer place. I was finally there again, and it was taken!"

"Another mission will come," Natasha tries to reassure you.

"Who knows when that will be?! You just told the entire team that you don't think I'm ready. That's not your decision!"

"We didn't take you off the mission, Y/n."

You run through your hair in agitation, "they listen to you! ... and they know we're together now! If you act like you don't trust my abilities, they won't either. THAT'S what kicked me off the mission! That's what will keep me off missions! You can't do that. It's not fair!"

"Agent Romanoff and Miss Maximoff, your quinjet is wheels up in five minutes," FRIDAY alerts.

Sitting on the bed, you hold your head in your hands. There's no time. You'll have to finish this conversation later.

Looking up with a sigh, you blink back tears of frustration. "Good luck on your mission. Please be safe. I love you." With that you stand and leave the room. The echos of 'I love you too' follow you down the hall.

When Natasha and Wanda return from the mission that night, they head to your shared room, expecting to find you in bed considering the late hour.

Unfortunately, the room is empty.

"FRIDAY, where is Y/n?" the widow asks the air.

There's a small delay, like FRIDAY actually has to look for you.

"Agent L/N is sitting on the roof patio."

They look to each other having a silent discussion. The pair decide to shower and change first, then they will venture up to the roof with blankets and a peace offering.

They thought a lot about what you said and what had happened. The mission was easy, basically child's play which only fed into their guilt more.

You were more than capable to handle thar mission. You could have done it with your eyes closed, and something they had done took it from you.

When they join you on the roof, Natasha brings the blanket, and Wanda holds a mug of your favorite hot chocolate.

They find you laying on the ground looking up at the stars. It brings back so many memories of the three of you doing just that. Those are some of their best memories.

"Hey," Wanda greets softly. She nods her head to one of the couches, "come sit with us?"

You agree silently, sitting on the couch. Your girlfriends sit on either side of you like usual. Natasha drapes the blanket across the three of you, and Wanda hands you a mug that reads 'This is the We're Sorry mug'.

You can't but chuckle, "where did you get this?"

The sokovian blushes, "the cabinet."

"It was solid white, but she did her thing," Natasha explains wiggling her fingers to reference Wanda's magic.

Nodding, you joke, "ah the wiggly-woos."

The witch rolls her eyes, "ha ha, very funny."

The pair settle into your sides, and you all fall quiet for a while. The faint sound of the nightlife far below is the only noise reaching your ears.

"We are sorry," Natasha speaks up, "you would have been more than capable of taking care of that mission. I shouldn't have intervened." She looks to you tenderly, "I'm sorry."

You gaze into each other's eyes, and you can see the true remorse that she feels. You nod once and lean your forehead forward. She understands the gesture and presses a long kiss to your forehead.

"We let our worries get in the way of your work, and you're right. That wasn't fair," Wanda adds. "We'll always worry about you, but from now on, we will also trust that you know what you are capable of. We won't get in the way anymore."

"and I'll talk to Fury," the Russian offers. "I'll let him know that you are ready.... if that's ok with you."

Smiling, you nod, "thank you. I'm sorry I got so upset."

"If you apologize for one more thing you don't have to apologize for..." the Sokovian threatens.

"You'll do what?" you call her bluff.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, "first, I'll drink your hot chocolate."

Clutching the mug, you gasp loudly, "you wouldn't dare."

"She would," Natasha teases from your other side, "and then we would tickle you relentlessly until you pleaded for mercy." To prove her point, both of their fingers brush against your sides, and you have to be careful not to spill your drink.

"No no no no no, I'm holding a drink," you exclaim between stifled laughs.

They relent, and you are able to relax back into them.

"You don't have to apologize for getting upset," Natasha wraps an arm around your shoulders, "you were excited to have an assignment."

"You deserved the mission," Wanda lays her head on your shoulder, "you have every right to be disappointed. We're sorry for our part in causing that."

Turning your head, you place a kiss to the top of her head, "I forgive you..." you turn to kiss Natasha's cheek, "...and you. Just please don't do it again."

"Promise."

You take a sip of your hot chocolate and hum happily.

"There's still one more part of your apology gift," Natasha nudges you gently. Wanda lifts her head to smirk at you, and your curiosity piqued.

"and what is that?"

The Russian leans until her lips brush against your ear, "after you finish that hot chocolate, let's go to bed, and we will show you just how sorry we are."

That hot chocolate was drank incredibly fast.

Grumbles come from both you and Wanda when the alarm blares at 4am like it does every morning.

One would think Natasha would have turned it off considering the time you three finally fell asleep, but no. Like clockwork, the Russian rolls over to turn off the alarm and get out of bed.

“No,” you mutter and try to hold on to Natasha’s arm.

She chuckles lightly, looking down at you. Leaning down, she briefly kisses both of your lips, “I’m sorry, it’s time for my run.”

A heavy breath escapes your mouth, “ok.” You sit up and scoot to the edge of the bed.

“Wait, where are you going?” Wanda asks you, sitting up in her spot alone in the bed.

“My room,” you respond in the middle of a yawn.

Both of your girlfriends sigh. Wanda on the bed, Natasha standing near the drawers that keep her workout clothes.

It’s been a while since you’ve done this. It’s happened a lot less lately, but occasionally you still forget in a sleepy haze that you live in here now. You have for months.

Quickly, Wanda grabs your arm and drags you back to your spot next to her.

“This is your room,” the witch curls up against you and settles to fall back asleep.

Natasha shoots a quick text to Steve and returns to the bed. “One of these days,” she strokes your cheek tenderly, “I hope you stop trying to escape our bed.”

You look at her with a sad expression, "I'm sorr-"

They both stop you quickly.

Natasha shakes her head, "sshhhh."

Wanda presses a finger to your lips and drowsily mumbles, "no sorry. Only sleep." Her hand relaxes and rests flat on your chest.

Natasha has to suppress a laugh at her girlfriend's sleepy antics. She leans down to capture your lips again.

It's a short, sweet kiss, but it's what you needed in that moment.

When she tries to end the kiss, you chase her lips. You try to deepen the kiss only for her to stop you with a hand on your shoulder.

"Ah ah ah," the widow smirks at you teasingly, "I don't think so. Go back to sleep; you need it. The two of you were giggling until 3am last night."

Playful grumbles fall from your lips as you turn over to nestle against Wanda, pressing your forehead against hers.

"You were giggling too," the sokovian accuses without even opening her eyes. You can't help the happy giggles the bubble in your chest at the memory.

Behind you, Natasha lays down again, wrapping an arm around your waist, "that's why I'm going back to sleep too."

Your brows knit together, and you turn your head over your shoulder, "what about your run?"

"Steve will be alright on his own for a day." She presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck, "I want to sleep in with my girls."

Happiness blooms and takes root in your chest. You settle back in with a smile on your face that stretches ear to ear.

"But what if he gets lost?" Wanda jokes, barely even awake.

A fit of giggles passes between the three of you, and before long, you all slip back into a peaceful slumber.

A/N: I promise a proposal is coming! There was also supposed to be another scene in here, but I think I'll save it. So, it can be its own stand-alone piece. I hope you enjoyed! If you have any other ideas for this series let me know!

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Company

WandaNat x Nerd!Reader (High School AU)

For @darthrue

You were best friends with the hottest couple at Avengers High: Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. They were the most popular cheerleader and track athlete respectively and yet they considered you to be their closest friend.

Everyone thought it was odd. Cheerleaders associating with a lowly nerd like yourself. But you didn't care and neither did they.

You loved talking with them for hours on end. They'd tell you about some of their latest fun couple activities and small day-cations. You'd tell them all about your latest breakthrough in the scientifc realm or about your favorite fandom. Somehow they both had the same look of adoration for you in their eyes as they watched you explain the difference between Hawking and Harry Potter.

You went to conventions with them. Wanda and Natasha were both Slytherins while you were a Hufflepuff. Some would call it a bad combo but yet here the three of you were, having the time of your life.

Everything seemed normal for a while and then you started to notice something: Wanda and Natasha started talking among themselves more frequently, they'd share sideways glances at you but it was always talking. You didn't think much of it, lovers talking that's all.

Then one night, you got a text from Wanda asking for you to meet her and Natasha over at the Romanoff household. You quickly went over there.

You were greeted by a smirking Yelena, Nat's sister and pain in her ass.

"Hey (Y/N)" the blonde said, barely holding in a laugh. "The two are up in Natasha's room."

"Thanks Lena!" you began making your way upstairs.

"Good luck!" Yelena called back. Good luck? Whatever that meant.

You approached Natasha's door and knocked. Wanda quickly opened it up, wearing only one of Natasha's oversized sweaters, and pulled you in.

"Where's the fire?" you laugh. Natasha looks at you from the king sized bed.

"Thanks for coming by, (Y/N)" Natasha smiles as she slinks up to you.

"Have we ever told you how much we love you?" Wanda asks, gently caressing your hand. A common thing for her to do.

"I love you both too. " you shrug. "I wouldn't be hanging out with my two best friends if i didn't."

"No. I mean we love you" Natasha's hands slip around your neck. "Wanda and I are absolutely in love with you"

"But I thought-"

"We're still together, malysh" Wanda explains, "but we want you to join us."

"Just three people in love with one another." Natasha bats her eyes.

"So a throuple?" you ask confused. The girls only nod their heads.

"You're sweet, caring, and so unbelievably hot" Wanda purrs.

"But I'm a nerd, you're both cheerleaders and-" Natasha quiets you with a kiss.

"You are more than a label" Natasha whispers, "you are smart and loving. Exactly what we're looking for."

"So what do you say malyshka, will you join us?" Wanda looks at you with pleading eyes.

You didn't even hesitate, "yes. I love you both so much. I can't imagine going another day without either of you!"

The two girls laugh as they both embrace you and kiss you, it felt like pure nirvana. "Good" Natasha finally answers as she locks the door behind you, "you're not going anywhere else tonight."

First Wanda kissed you and then Natasha. After that it kind of blurred out into love and ecstasy.

The fellow students and peers can say all they want but when you, Wanda and Natasha walk to lunch together, or you cheer for them during games and cheer leading meetings, or they cheer you on during a scientific decathlon, you know you're home. You still go to conventions together and do movie marathons. The only difference is how Wanda and Nat snuggle into your sides now and pepper you with kisses. What else can be said? Three is a company.

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Emerald Eyes Part 3: Chapter 6

Chapter 6 (Y/N's POV)

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: Sorry this took so long, I ended up studying abroad for another semester and had a couple of things happen while I was over there. I had a hard time writing anything. But now that I've talked to a therapist and been back home I've found myself some time to write! I hope you all enjoy!

Master List , P1 Chapter 1 , P2 Chapter 1 , P3 Chapter 4 , P3 Chapter 7

Sitting in a pub you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your hair had grown out and you let your facial hair go with it. You felt completely unrecognisable. Finishing off your pint, you stood up and made your way out into the cold night air. 

You knew where the silver-haired man would be at this time, with his sister coming out of a pub just a few doors down. You noticed a man on the opposite side of the street staring at the redhead. He had his face hidden by a ballcap. He started to follow the pair in front of you slowly, you watched as he continued and seemed to take side alleys that went right on their route. What he didn’t expect was you to yank him by the collar in one of these alleys. 

Slamming him against the brick wall and holding him down as you waited for the footsteps you both were trailing to fade away. 

“Release me before I make you” the voice made you roll your eyes. Fucking Vision.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you look at him with annoyance and rage that seem to be mixing together the longer you look at him. “Didn’t you get the message that none of them want to see your face after the accords!?” 

He gave you a smug look “Is that why you lurk in the shadows as well? -or perhaps because you’re afraid of what they’ll say when they see who you really are” His words make you want to burn the synthetic skin that covers his face. The thought flashes through your mind for only a second before you took a breath. 

“I swear to god if you even talk to her-” Suddenly you are cut off by a blast of some kind as it hits you in the chest. Fuck. The floor beneath you feels cold. The stones digging into your back like you are a shipwreck hitting the rocks. Your shirt feels heavy against your skin, your chest goes along with it. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with. “Fuck” Your hand goes up to cover the wound. Within moments you see Vision chucked through the sky. Landing somewhere in the distance with a large crash of the earth.  

Attempting to get up, your hand slips from the blood that's coated your palm. Still making your way up you follow the sound of battle coming from the train station. 

- - -

Fuck. You keep repeating it over and over again in your head as you take each step. Finally reaching the station you see Wanda preparing to fight against the attackers but their attention is shifted to a train nearby. You see a familiar silhouette emerge from the shadows and within seconds combat resumes. 

Stepping out you watch as Natasha takes on an emaciated Skeletor. His robes are discarded as he begins to fight her with swiftness. You watch as he gets closer to her and the pain from your wound only elevates the fear you have for her. Before you could properly think your fist is raised and a blast of yellow and blue flame hit him like a truck and launched him farther away from her. She turned to the direction of his attack and her face was filled with surprise that dissipated as she saw the blood that now covered you. Your arm stayed up as you aimed one more blast in the same direction. “Move!” you felt the word rip through your throat seconds before the heat left your fist. The blast of fire ripped through the night air and rammed itself into the largest blue woman you’ve ever seen. Natasha had already ducked out of the way and watched as the large woman went flying like a rag doll. She lands next to the skeletal-like man, they both lean on each other and say something you couldn’t hear. 

Actually, you couldn’t hear a lot now because you felt like you were about to pass out. Your mind went slightly fuzzy and you could only muster a few words before you hit the floor and you were pretty sure one of them was once again “fuck” 

- - -

Waking up you felt almost a million eyes on you. The sensation stayed on you as you attempted to get up, your shirt was shredded around you and the sensation of dried blood was coating you like tissue paper and glue. Looking towards the eyes of everyone around you, finding that indeed every pair was locked onto you, each holding a different sense of emotion. 

You thought for a moment… it felt like a pretty long moment actually. “How’s everyone been?” pursing your lips due to the silence that fell upon you all. “I’m doing great, how bout you Y/N?”  you reply to your own question “Well I’ve been on vacation for a bit, sightseeing and all” You sneak a glance at Wanda who stayed near her brother. “-I’ve missed us” giving the group your best faux smile and a sigh. Standing up you wobbled for a second before catching yourself and taking in a deep breath “I need to get back to work, can I get a cab from here?” the attempts to lighten the mood didn’t seem to be working. 

“Are you seriously not going to shut up?” you turned to see Sam leaning on the wall of the quinjet. “I mean, who is this? You never talked this much before” 

“It’s the brain injuries, trust me they rearrange some stuff…” you try to crack your neck and loosen up “...made me fun-” you turn to Natasha “You’d know all about that, dyed your hair since then… looks good” A sly wink was given to her and you saw her flex her jaw, probably in annoyance. “I really do need to call my boss and let her know I’ve been taken” Holding a hand out you shrug. 

“Can’t do that” the strong voice that rolled your eyes until they were in the back of your head reverberated through the jet.

“Why not? I’m in the private sector, I’m not on the run… it’s just so I can clock in?” you produce a face pout “I hate doing unpaid overtime” 

“Just stop with the jokes, for god sake go back to being quiet!” the one voice you never expected to be yelling at you came from across the jet. Wanda. “Stop being this fake version of you!...” she had tears prickling the corners of her eyes “Just stop”. 

Her words. She had no idea, none of them -except Nat. They all had no idea that this is the new real version of you. You couldn’t help it though, using the jokes to hide the awkwardness, the guilt you felt, it was all so easy to hide behind. “I can’t… I’m sorry, but this is me. Leave it or love it” You faced away from her, ducking your face from the rest of the wandering eyes. 

The entire trip felt all-encompassing, you didn’t speak for the rest of it. Not even when Natasha sat down next to you. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back. You heard Pietro whisper something about you, you didn’t care though. You couldn’t bear to hear him say anything bad about you. You had learned how to drown out certain sounds, you had to when you were stuck under rubble. It kept you mildly sane for the most part. You felt pressure on the side of your knee. Opening your right eye only a smidge, you saw the widow's knee press into yours. You felt the corner of your lips lift what felt like an atom. Sitting in silence for the rest of the flight you remained content with her choice. 

- - - 

After you wake up from a small nap on the jet you are helped through the compound by Natasha. It seems as though no one else would even lay a hand on you. The hallways were quiet. It reminded you of when you’d skulk around at night, walking to and from the library. You emerged from the hallway into the common room. You saw Rhodey and Bruce talking to General Ross. As soon as he saw the group heading in his direction, he and the captain began exchanging words. Ross only got a few in before Rhodey hung up on him. He had been projected like a hologram. It was so realistic to him being here, you could even see the detail in his face when he caught a glimpse of you. 

Rhodey didn’t make eye contact with you but you knew he saw you. The way his body language changed as he talked to Steve and Natasha. It was obvious. She handed you off to Bruce who didn’t seem to understand why no one else even got near you. He attempted to make small talk when he brought you to the infirmary, you didn’t hate it. “So… where’d you go?” he continued as he lay you down on the gurney.

“Hell” you made sure to give him a smirk, lightening the response. 

He didn’t really understand exactly what you meant by that, he didn’t pry either. “Sounds fun…” he kept his gaze down on your wound as he spoke “You seem more cheerful, you and Nat still together?” You remained silent and he just continued tending to your chest. 

Thinking for a moment you decided to talk. You hadn’t had a real conversation with someone since helping Natasha almost a year ago. “No… and I don’t know if I’m more cheerful or just hiding at this point” He stopped and you worried for a second that you had said something you should have kept inside. 

He sat up and put his tools to the side. “Why do you think you’d be hiding?” 

You didn’t really have a full answer, just multiple short little ones. If you worked hard enough in your head maybe a sentence could form. 

“There’s just been this… darkness- or maybe it’s just a hole..” you continued thinking “And I’m worried that I’ll- I’ll be stuck in it alone-” you had let out a deep breath before going on “-But I don’t want to drag anyone into it. Not her or anyone else.”

“I don’t think that’s true…” he seemed now to think of a continuation “This new you…-I just met him and I think that he’s already made his way out of the darkness enough- at least by himself…” you nodded your head in understanding as he got up “-it’s never too late to ask for help, sometimes you just need a hand” and with that, he left. 

You sat up, looking out the windows of the infirmary. It was all so new and old at the same time. The life you had now was nice, but you just felt so alone, the shadows were all you seemed to have. 

- - -

Finding new clothes seemed to be a bit of a difficult task, you had outgrown almost all of your old shirts that had been kept, and the pants too. You had to ask Steve if you could borrow something. Surprisingly you almost filled his clothes. You had overheard everyone discussing what the next steps should be. You felt like you needed some sense of fresh air. Slowly you inched your way out of the compound. You didn’t think anyone would notice you gone for a minute or two. You had swiped a phone too on the way out, as soon as you got far enough away you dialled her. 

It took three full rings before she picked up, this had you puzzled and slightly concerned. Her voice was producing a fake confidence, that had you more concerned. “Hey there hot stuff”

“Valentina… how’d you know it’s me? -actually, never mind.” you looked around to make sure you were still alone “I had a bit of a run-in with some old friends -suffered a hit to the chest from unknown assailants… I’d love to get some intel”

She scoffed at your words “You think I know something about that? -well I do but still it's the principle” You heard her take a sip of something and clear her throat “There seems to be a bit of a pest problem coming from outta town… you might have to help them squash it”

“Yes ma’am- I’ll call you with any new details” You heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and hung up the phone before she could even make a snarky remark. You knew you’d get shit for it. You didn’t move, you stayed still and simply stared up at the sky. The sunset was beginning to fade and the night would soon replace it. “I never noticed before… the sun kinda makes the clouds look like cotton candy from here.” You tried to keep your tone as innocent as possible. The ground beneath your feet move and sink as the body that had found you joined your side. You turned to face her. “Can’t remember if you like cotton candy or not…” your hand gestures to your head as you talked “Whole brain injury and just all-around personality change” She didn’t seem amused. 

“It’s kind of growing on me… -I mean except when you’re an asshole” You could sense the playfulness in her tone. 

“Nat, I don’t want this- this new me to grow on you” You made sure to look as deep into her eyes as you could. You wanted her to know this was the truth. You needed her to know that you meant this. She looked at you with slight surprise.  “Whatever you think is here right now-” you gestured between your bodies “-it shouldn’t be here. I need you to take back what you said in St. Petersburg…” you trailed off as you felt your voice catch slightly. 

“No, I’m not going to take it back.” her brows stitched together as she looked at you “I’ll change it but I’m not going to take it back-” she took one of your hands into hers. The warmth of it almost sent bumps along your arm. “I’d stay by your side. Leave it or love it?” she took her free hand and set it up over your chest. Just past the bandages that covered you. You both stood so close to the other. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her and you knew she could too “Well I don’t want to leave it” 

Your mind was still. You had no thoughts for once, no joke to deflect how you felt. The thing was you knew this wouldn’t end well. You couldn’t go back to the team, and you knew sure as hell she would never join Leviathan. “I can’t come back here, you know that…” You took her hand away from your chest “If you won’t leave this…” and you took a step back from her “I’m doing it for you” Turning away from her you began to walk back to the compound. You couldn’t look back at her or risk changing your mind. You didn’t want to pull her into the hole that you’ve begun to fall into. 

- - -

Stepping into the compound you went directly to your old room. You didn’t spare a glance at anyone else. Closing the door felt like a million pounds. The sound of it echoed for what felt like ages. Everything in your room that had once occupied it was gone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like you had many nights before; you felt like a ghost. The sensation that you were in the wrong place didn’t leave. You sat in silence until it became unbearable. The room was pitch black but you had the way to the door memorized. Standing at the edge of the doorway you had a sense of deja vu. Imagining the different nights this had happened. The nights when you had simply gotten up to just knock on Natasha's door and lay with her. Tonight though you couldn’t do that. If you had even tried you knew you would never leave her side. You decided to go to the kitchen, if you found anyone in there you would simply go for a walk outside. Perhaps you’d see if you could snoop on the computers for a while. Your feet had dragged you to the kitchen and there wasn’t a single light on. 

Turning on the light above the stove to illuminate the countertops you began making some tea. Waiting on the water to come to a boil you stood near the window, looking out at the night sky. The moon illuminated the water of the lake and the tops of the trees. You hear scraping footsteps approach from the hallway and you slowly turned to see who they belonged to. The silver hair was almost an echo of the moon. You felt your body tense up as he saw you. The two of you hadn’t talked at all. Well to his knowledge you hadn’t spoken since Berlin, you remember seeing him in a bar in Scotland. He was on the other side of the room downing pints while his sister went to the bathroom. You were going to head home for the night when he bumped into you spilling his glass on you, he began apologizing profusely but you stopped him. “Completely my fault-” You reached into your pocket and handed him a couple of pounds. You left before he could say another word. You considered doing the same thing now and just booking yourself out of the room but the reminder of the water coming towards a boil took the idea out of your head. 

His accent was much thicker than Wanda’s “How long?” you looked at him puzzled. Maybe it was the look of sleep that covered his face or the lighting. He caught your look and continued “How long were you in Scotland?” 

You looked almost taken aback by his question but you gave him an answer “Roughly eleven months…” The kettle whistled and you moved to pick a tea, you knew his favourite flavour and grabbed an extra mug on the way back to the kettle. 

“I never saw you once…” he thought for a second “I probably did, didn’t I?” you nodded your head “How many times?” 

Pursing your lips and handing him the steaming mug “I think it was about five times… spoke only once though” 

He took the mug and stood still for a moment. He looked like he was finally realizing the moment he was in “Why didn’t you reach out to me after the mission?” this question made you freeze. He didn’t really know everything… none of them did. 

“I was in the care of my employer, and I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone while I recovered” You took a sip of your tea and felt the warmth spread. “-I also didn’t know how you’d react to me… especially with how I was back then -I was so angry, I just wanted to burn the whole world…” you stayed quiet after that. Your words trailed over to him and you saw the next question bubbling to the surface. 

“How long did you stay in the rubble?...-I’m sorry for asking, I just- we looked through it for weeks…” you knew he felt bad about it. You knew if you told him the exact length of time and what you went through, he would feel even worse. The thing was you didn’t want to lie to him. You couldn’t after all this time you wanted to be as honest as possible. 

You moved to the nearest chair and took a seat. Staring at your cup as he slowly joined you. Looking at the steam that continued to flow out you took a shallow breath “I was there for almost a month, I passed out after a few minutes and kept going in and out of consciousness… my throat was so torn and shredded from screaming, I lost a lot of blood -a good amount- after I was found they put me in a coma to monitor me. When I woke up I was filled in on everything. Couldn’t walk for a couple of weeks, talking was easier though…” you took a sip and thought again “I had some pretty bad head trauma… the memories of being trapped kinda just come back every now and then, can’t stay alone for too long either” 

He didn’t ask another question. He put a hand on your back, it didn’t move. “You know…” he looked like a toddler attempting to put pieces together in his head “I can stick with you tomorrow…if you’d like” he gave a small shrug and the light showed you the small bashful smile he was holding back. 

“What’s happening tomorrow?” holding the mug to your lips you listened as he filled you in on the details. And jesus christ there was a lot that you had missed. 

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[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

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[moonxnite]

Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.

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[realangelahernandez]

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[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

[gfmaximoff]

Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

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[romanoffsbish]

A Harsh Lesson to Learn

Pervy Professors!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Darcy x F!R (Brief interaction)

Warnings: Insecure R, Mentions of Blackmail, Gaslighting.

Smut: Spanking(R/Specialty paddle), Strap (R—N), Oral (R—W). Mommy (W), Daddy (N), Degradation.

18+ | Minors DNI

3,925 Words

As Natasha went to fill out the board to map out today's joint lesson with none other than Professor Maximoff—her wife, and close colleague she froze in place at the sound of laughter. Normally the affairs of her students before class began didn't bother her, but since it'd been a week since you last chose to attend she was intrigued, but more so she was furious.

Turning around only made her ten times as such, the sight of you with your hand on the bicep of Darcy Lewis—the campus 'fuckboy,' with your head thrown back as you forced out a laugh at one of her lame jokes was a sight meant to be nonexistent. Not only was she mad that you even dared taunt them with another, but you were also breaking one of their core rules by showing up in such a reserved outfit. They didn't make you go out shopping for all of those low cut crop tops, and mini skirts for you to wear a turtle neck and slacks to their class.

———

Natasha and Wanda were strategic when selecting you to be their precious girl all those years ago when you decidedly chose Russian to meet your university language requirement. It'd been a decision based on a whim, your friend who was a second year advised you to do it because the professor was hot, and the other languages offered were "boring," and "basic." You were sold the moment she said hot, and accompanied her words with the evidence.

As that first semester drew closer to the end you found your school girl fantasy of sleeping with your professor was far more based in reality when she bent you over her desk during your 'mandatory' meeting about your future in her department. With your mind in a haze, she'd actually managed to convince you—an Economics major, to minor in Russian studies.

Which is how you found yourself stuck in this dreadful hybrid class with the women. Wanda taught Russian Literature, while Natasha taught every language course offered, and the university allowed them to combine courses. Every Monday you would go to Russian 4, where Natasha taught that weeks vocabulary. On Wednesday's you'd review the literature that corresponded well with Natasha's lessons piece by piece with Wanda. Then come Friday you'd spend three hours being taunted by the both of them as they connected their lessons, then gave a corresponding quiz or assignment.

These beautiful women who managed to rock your world on a regular basis, while also being absolute nightmares to deal with have trapped you in their intricate web of thought out lies. For two years now they'd promised to take you on a proper date, to show you their whispered words during sex were true, but they always found a way to evade your requests, and it usually ended with them fucking you senseless enough to momentarily forget your woes.

They had every intention to take you out, but then they received an anonymous photo of the three of you leaving class together. Innocent in nature, but the sender clearly had an eye for subtext because the "😉" attached wasn't an accident. If they were to take you out now they run the risk of losing their jobs, which to them wasn't even the main concern; if you were to all be outed you'd be bumped from the university.

Funny enough, your relationship isn't even a forbidden one, it's highly frowned upon sure, but with the proper paperwork submitted, and the lack of campus based fraternization—like taking a class, it can be done without penalty. However, the women never wanted to tell their employer—the university, of their private business, and now it's too late to try. Leaving them in a position where they have to keep you in the shadows of their life instead of showing you off to the world like they truly wanted to.

Because, if they could do that, then that bitch Darcy wouldn't be leaning in to kiss your cheek, and you wouldn't be giggling, humoring the girl, but really doing it as you stared back at your perverse professor who was staring daggers into your classmates head., "Ladies, take your seats, this isn't the proper space for such delinquent behaviors, or have you confused my class for the likes of Mr. Stark's?"

Darcy, suave as could be took her seat, but in doing so she brought you down with her, and the involuntary whimper you let out drew the redheads attention back to you immediately. The brunette beneath you was packing, that much was obvious to her, and it enraged her to see her obvious intentions personified. Judging by the look on your face you were shocked, but she could also see the clear regret in your eyes.

Firstly, you'd only planned to tease the women you adored, because you loved them far too much to step out on them, but as they'd been throwing you to the side for so long you felt they needed to remember you had options. That you wouldn't wait around forever for them to treat you like their partner, and not just a set of holes to fill. Secondly, you were only lazily flirting with Darcy, this wasn't meant to get to such places, and now she's got it in her head that she'll be having her way with you tonight, and that just isn't the case.

Especially not when Wanda walks in to see the tense situation., "Miss Lewis, you're dismissed, maybe come Monday you'll return with sense.," the girl scoffed, but quickly fixed her face once on the end of Wanda's glare, the head tilt adding the extra touch of intimidation needed., "Come on Y/N.," Darcy murmured while lifting the both of you up, but a hand gripped you by the forearm and spun you from the girls hold.

"Please, don't tell me you forgot how to listen, I only dismissed you.," Wanda chillingly relays, her hand subtly tightened around your arm causing you to wince as fingernails dug into the skin through the sleeve of your shirt., "Miss Y/L/N here has already missed a weeks worth of content, plus I saw how you pulled her down, and her face was nothing short of stunned.," the brunette, for the sake of professionalism, held back her smirk at Darcy's fallen features.

Darcy stormed off out of the classroom, and as soon as she was out you saw Natasha heading towards the door with a paper in her hand. You gulped as soon as she taped it to the outside of the classroom, following it up by pulling the curtains, and locking the door tightly shut., "Miss. Romanoff, wh-what are you doing?," you feigned cluelessness, but the mask slipped once Wanda's hand collided with your face, and you groaned when your knees hit the floor.

"Cute stunt you tried to pull kotenok.," Nat chuckled darkly, you knew better than to lift your gaze from the floor, but you were more than intrigued by the sounds of shuffling., "Didn't think we'd embarrass you, hm?," you chuckled dangerously., "I knew you would."

Wanda's fingers curled around your chin, harshly digging into the flesh as she lifted your mischievous gaze up to hers., "Oh?," she smiled down at you devilishly., "The whore was testing us, and it seems she underestimated us Natty."

A loud whirring noise came from your left, you tried to shift to see it but Wanda's grip never relented, the hairs on your entire body stood as the fear of the unknown descended over you., "What a silly little thing she is Wands.," she entered your eye line as she spoke and your body desperately tried to back away upon seeing her smirk, but she held you tightly by your shoulder while passionately kissing her wife for an unnecessarily long period of time.

"She must've been desperate to be ruined.," the redhead carelessly lifted you by your shoulder, then spun you around and slammed your front to the desk. Surveying your clothes she once again found herself enraged at the modesty., "Breaking all our rules.," she growled, using her ungodly strength she tore your turtle neck in half, tossing the fabric in her hands away as the front of it fell off your shoulders., "Better."

"Would be even better if these were gone too.," Wanda grimaced, her distaste for your brown slacks clear as day., "They're hideous, and have no business hiding our precious cunt from us."

Natasha wordlessly agreed with her, and rather aggressively showed as such by wrapping her hands around the sides of the fabric, yanking it down and ensuring that her sharp nails dug into the skin harshly enough to draw blood.

It was moments like these that confused you the most, because a huge part of you found this painfully arousing; the way they spoke of you like you were nothing more than an avenue to their pleasure turned you on immeasurably. The other part of you found it disheartening, as if all their whispered reassurances of love go down the drain with their heartless actions.

"Now listen up brat.," Wanda seethed, her hand was quick to yank your face up to meet hers by the roots of your hair. You gulped too once meeting her fiery gaze, anger and hurt prevalent., "It's about time you finally received a punishment for your recent behaviors."

The loud whirring was back, a sickening smile gracing Wanda's face as it sounds behind you., "Daddy had these custom made.," she giggles, but the humor is more so daunting as you feel a cooled leather against the back of your thighs.

"If you behave, this will be quick, and painful.," she smirks when your eyes widen., "Misbehave and the process will be tedious, and twice as painful.," and with a wink she was forcing your head back down and standing back upright.

"Thirty sound good to you moya lyubov'?," Natasha loudly asked her wife as she hovered above your ass, the leather pressed firmly against your thigh as she leaned into you.

"Thirty could work, but only if the results are deep enough.," you whimpered at the vaguely aired out words, the leather now stuck between Wanda's body and your thigh telling you this isn't the taunting, and spanking you're used to.

Natasha and Wanda shared a sloppy kiss, your body trembled with need as their lips smacked loudly, leaving you to crave a similar affection., "None of that, you knew what you were doing.," Natasha growled, their hands harshly yanked your thighs apart so you couldn't alleviate the ache in your core., "Don't forget to count and thank your mommy and daddy for each smack; mommy will be the odd hits, I'll be the even."

With a contrasting touch Wanda's hand softly ran across the swell of your ass, her fingers dipping down and teasing your entrance just enough to get you to squirm in desperation., "Maybe if you can fucking listen to the rules you'll get your pretty little pussy attended to.," she chuckled when you whined., "Hush now."

Natasha nodded at her wife, they'd decided to wait a second, leaving you in suspense for the first hit. Your body lurched at the harshness, and you cried out at the abrasive feel of the whip, it was like nothing you'd ever felt before; you couldn't place if it was pleasurable or not.

"One, thank you mommy.," you managed to get the words out, and as a reward you were met with another, much harsher smack that brought you to tears., "Two, thank you daddy."

Each hit was methodically executed, the ridges of the leather would only take to the unmarred skin if the hit was made in the same precise spot on your butt cheek every time. Normally the women would oscillate the whip between handlers, painting your backside in a gorgeous array of slashes, without any need for control. This time however required precision to ensure the word etched into your backside rose up.

They laughed with every cry that emerged from your throat, there was immense joy taken in your pain here, a punishment that fit the crime.

"Twenty-one, th-thank you mommy.," you pitifully hiccuped, and the women almost felt bad enough to stop, but the memory of Darcy's lips on you flashed through the redheads mind and the paddle came down with a sickening echo., "Twenty-two, thank you daddy.," you sobbed uncontrollably as the pain spread through your body., "I-I'm sorry, please stop..."

"Aww, we know you are baby.," Wanda gently kissed your cheek to offer you a fleeting sense of comfort., "But that's not how this works, take your punishment and stop whining."

"Twenty-nine.," you barely managed to grit out., "Ah-ah.," Wanda tutted, and you softly whispered your faux gratitude, the wives shared a smile, deciding to let you off for it., "Thirty, thank you daddy.," your body wracked with violent sobs as relief flooded your mind.

It was over, thirty painful paddling's later and your backside was no longer under attack, or so you thought, because the women shared a sick set of smiles that you couldn't see before they were rearing their arms back in sync., "3, 2, 1.," your body tensed at their cryptic countdown, then it jerked so violently forward that your abdomen met the desk, effectively knocking the wind from your lungs, and leaving you gasping.

Natasha and Wanda stepped away from your sides, smiles gracing their faces at your whines of dissatisfaction. Even with their perverse ministrations you still craved to have them close, and that delighted them beyond belief. They'd been worried they were losing you, but you just remedied their hearts greatest fears.

While you basically hyperventilated against the desk the women ogled your backside, watching in real time as their hard work slowly came to fruition. The welting process was already well underway, and it made them feel rather giddy.

Once your breathing returned to a normal enough state they returned to your side, both of them laid soft kisses to your exposed hips, and their hearts fluttered when your body relaxed.

"Pay close attention now, say the letter that I'm tracing.," Wanda softly murmured, but it was a false sense of serenity because as soon as her finger lightly trailed over the irritated skin of your ass you were a whimpering disaster., "Stay still.," she commanded through gritted teeth then began to trace over the welting skin.

"What is it baby?," you whimpered., "B"

"Good girl, so smart and so pretty.," she coo'd, then her finger slipped over to the next letter., "R.," she hummed in satisfaction, then she harshly squeezed the raw ass cheek, making your body lurch away and for you to cry out.

"Daddy's turn...," she smirked as you tensed.

Natasha wasn't nearly as nice, whereas Wanda simply used the pads of her fingers, Natasha grazed her nail over the torn up skin., "A.," she smirked devilishly at your pained response.

"Mhm.," her finger moved to the last letter, she drug it across, then down ever so slowly, making you cry with every bit of pressure she would suddenly inflict upon your skin., "T."

"Yes, and what does that spell, hm?," Wanda asked in a condescending manner, the couple chuckling softly from behind as you struggled tremendously to use your voice., "Brat..."

"Look at that Natty, she missed a week of school but she still manages to use her brain."

"All hope isn't lost.," Natasha taunts, then in an unexpected move she lifts you off the desk until your back is flush to her front, you groaned as your ass rubbed against her skirt's fabric, but a squeak of need followed when her strap was pressing into your backside just the same.

"You did so good for us kotenok.," her lips nip at the thin skin of your jaw., "You ready for a reward?," she smirked against your neck as your head bobbed above hers., "Words baby."

"Yes daddy, I-I'm ready, please...," she gripped your hips even tighter as a wave of arousal ran through her at your breathless begging., "Shh.," Wanda pressed her lips to yours., "No need to beg us now love, we'll take good care of you."

"You always do.," your soft muttering only made them more desperate to please you, the brunette dropped to her knees, using her hand she guided her wife's strap to your entrance then as Natasha entered you from behind her tongue teasingly licked at your spasming clit.

Their pace was slow, a stark contrast to their earlier ministrations, in this moment they wanted to make you tremble, to remind you that nobody else could ever love you so well. Nobody would ever know every precise angle that made you scream for more as your body racked in a sort of silent plead for it to stop.

"Are you sorry kotenok?," Natasha grunted as she thrusted a fair bit harsher into you, the leather of her top dragging over the throbbing welts on your ass, making you moan brokenly., "I'm very sorry daddy, please forgive me.," your hand fell into Wanda's hair as she began to speak into you, causing the build up within you to reach a blinding level., "'m sorry mommy, I-I love you so much, please forgive—Oh."

Wanda cut your pleading off with a harsh suck to your clit that paired with her wife's thrust., "Let go brat, it's now or never.," the redhead threatened from behind, her voice thick with rasp telling you she was on the verge of bliss herself. Something about that knowledge, and the sight of Wanda rutting against her hand as she ate you out alongside her wife sent you head first into your earth shattering orgasm.

Screams of pleasure tore from your throat, but were quickly muffled behind Natasha's hand. Your slick soon drenched Wanda's lower face, and the maroon strap between Natasha's legs, leaving the woman in awe. Natasha bit into your shoulder not even a second later as the coil within her snapped, her rutting into you only ever increased as she desperately chased that high. Wanda's ministrations never ended either as she chased her own, so as she moaned against your sensitive clit upon her own release you were thrown head first into a second one.

Natasha slowed her thrusts down as your body began to tremble uncontrollably, the second wave crashing over you thrice as hard, and it showed in the way that your slick now covered Wanda's breasts, and ran down Nat's thighs.

"Fucking hell detka, you made quite a mess.," Wanda panted as she gazed up at your face, your eyes were the type of hazy they preferred. You were always so pliant when they fucked you dumb enough, and that was today's plan.

To make you forget why you were mad in the first place, so that they can spend all weekend long reacquainting themselves with your body. Then come next weekend, if you were their good girl again they'd drive you two towns over, and treat you like the princess you are.

"What a shame detka.," Natasha breaks the silence with a pout to feign sympathy., "Had you not acted out like this all week, you'd be able to sit, and we wouldn't have had to cancel the dinner reservations at Benihana tonight."

"I-I can sit.," you tried, but whimpered just as soon as Wanda slid the tight, red leather skirt over your bare ass, it barely reached mid thigh, and you were beyond mortified at the thought of your fellow students seeing your nudity.

Natasha chuckled as her hands slid beneath your skirt just to prove your words wrong, she kneaded at the sensitive flesh, then pressed her lips to yours to catch your groans, they were this perfect balance between pained and pleasurable that left the women desperate to get you back home to destroy you further.

"No need to lie detka.," Wanda giggled from behind you, she swatted her lovers hands away from you, then in a show of genuine affection she cleaned the welting skin, then afterwards she gently applied a numbing cream to the skin, and you thanked her with soft moans.

"Feel nice detka?," she lowered your skirt, then placed a few kisses to your shoulder blades., "Mhm, thank you mommy, I love you."

“We love you too detka.,” she whispered, then softly tilted your face to the side so she could kiss you with feeling., “More than you know.,” Natasha added, her lips quick to take Wanda’s place as you naturally returned to look at her.

Your panties had been drenched, and therefore stuffed into Natasha's briefcase with a glare to hedge off your weak protests, because in the end their twisted obsession with you aroused you plenty more than it ever frustrated you.

That being said, normally you would put up a fuss for the sake of being a brat, but Natasha's eyes lit up when she saw the fight in you hardly existed., "Good girl.," she beamed, then pecked your lips with genuine affection. These marks that now adorned your once smooth skin were like badges of honor really, painful as they were you morbidly cherished them.

"Keep acting like this and we'll be able to make that dinner happen soon detka.," Wanda said from behind, sandwiching you between her and her wife once again., "We swear to it."

"No more excuses, you'll be ours to show off."

Natasha held your face to her chest, allowing you the moment to cry out all of your pent up feelings. The couple lightly swayed you, and whispered the sweetest of assurances to you, and pressed their lips to your skin in the hopes of comforting you as you let it all out.

"Head to your next class moya lyubov'.," you whimper at the command, your legs felt heavy, and the idea of sitting in one of those hard plastic desk chairs felt daunting, but you knew better than to argue with the brunette, so you savored her parting kiss, and turned back to Natasha when Wanda's warmth left you.

Natasha too kisses you rather passionately., "We'll be at home waiting for you detka, this was our only class today, don’t be late.,” she slapped your ass, laughing maniacally as you groaned and glared at her retreating form.

“Leave that attitude behind detka, we have an arsenal of new toys back at home, don’t give mommy and daddy a reason to punish you.,” she winked at you, then left through the door as her wife had just done seconds prior.

“These women are going to be the death of me…,” you whispered in faux annoyance, then after waiting an appropriate amount of time you left the classroom with a prominent limp, and a festering need in the pit of your stomach.

Natasha and Wanda still weren't going to come clean to the university, no, because that would discredit all of your hard work thus far in your minor studies, and they'd have to miss seeing your sweet face in their classes going forward.

Instead they chose to use their free time this week, that normally would've been devoted to doting on you, to find that Darcy was not only the one blackmailing the three of you, but that she was also regularly sleeping with an advisor. This is more than enough evidence to ensure your relationship stays under wraps for good.

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[abbyromanoff]

14 DAYS OF KINKMAS MASTERLIST:

DAY 1: YOU’RE BACK, BUT ITS TOO LATE - Emily Prentiss

DAY 2: BETTER THAN HIM - Yelena Belova

DAY 3: VISIONS - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 4: OLDER - Wanda Maximoff

DAY 5: NEVER KNOW - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 6: DESIGNS - Natasha Romanoff

DAY 7: GOLDEN GIRL - Maria Hill

DAY 8: LET ME LOVE YOU - Agatha Harkness

DAY 9: MISTLETOE - Maria Hill

DAY 10: HOAX - Claire Debella

DAY 11: UNFAIR - Carol Danvers

DAY 12: KEEP QUIET - Emily Prentiss

DAY 13: HAPPY HOLIDAYS - Kate Bishop

DAY 14: DOUBLE TROUBLE - CarolValkyrie

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[spaghettiposts]

Window Crashin’

WandaNat x Spidey!Reader

Summery: Crashing into the wrong window at night proves to be the best mistake you’ve ever made.

Warnings: Very OBLIVIOUS reader, straight up stupid I can’t lie. Gay panics all around. Fluff

Word count: 1.6k

A/n: my first time officially writing for Nat and I think I’d like to continue so expect separate fics of her sometime soon.

Kraven had become an incessant thorn in your side, his relentless rampage ever since he announced “The Grand Hunt” in the heart of Central Park felt like a never-ending nightmare. One that persistently dragged on as the weeks floated by, each day a new form of tinnitus growing in your eardrums at the echoings of his horn. Falling once again into his endless game of cat and mouse.

Or in your case Kraven and Spider–with Kraven playing predator and you, the elusive Spider, trying to lure him away from innocent civilians roaming the streets of New York. 

Which wasn’t as easy as one would imagine, but you made do with what you had, brains over brawns. Clinging onto the hope that eventually, Kraven would grow tired of chasing and resign for the night, with the promise that he’d return. And so the cycle goes on. 

There were other options you could resort to, but those were last resorts, ones you only used if you were certain you couldn’t handle Kraven or in case of an emergency. In all honesty, you’re avoiding involving the Avengers, it’s really the last thing you want this to come to. A couple of broken ribs wasn’t an Avengers level threat.

You could handle Kraven by yourself perfectly fine, and nobody got hurt at the end of the day—except mainly your sleep schedule.

And now, as you swung through the thick chilling air on route to the compound; you were struggling to stay awake, the bruises littered across your body only making it harder to keep swinging. It wasn’t that sleep had ever been your strong suit, but now, it seemed like a distant luxury. The sacrifice of a hero came in many forms, and sleep deprivation was yours. 

Tony had sacrificed half his company in pursuit of a heroic lifestyle, hell, even Steve froze himself to save humanity. If humanity needed you to suffer from fewer hours in bed, then so be it. 

You fought relentlessly to keep your eyes from drooping and it only took the honking of a truck for you to jolt awake, merely missing out on the experience of being rammed by one. 

Shaking your head, you muttered words of encouragement to yourself, living on a prayer of making it back to the compound - in one piece. 

As the familiar building came into view, you let out a breath of relief you didn’t know you were holding. Taking a moment to gather yourself, you swung around towards the left block and homed in on your window, only to face-plant straight into it with a resounding thud.

You groaned against the pavement, pressing your hands on the wall to steady yourself before you could slide off. Silently thanking that radioactive spider for granting you the ability to stick to surfaces as you adjusted yourself, what the fuck?

A miscalculation on your part—or at least you pictured. Pushing yourself back from the wall, your eyebrows crinkled. Huh.

You always left your window open–had one of your teammates closed it off?

Assuming one of the guys must’ve closed it off, you didn’t question much, missing your bed and running on pure exhaustion to really assess the situation seriously. Gripping the sides of the window, you tried to pry from the outside, and after a couple of difficulties; you managed to unlock it, budging it open with a click. 

Finally, home sweet home. 

Your body toppled into the room first before the rest of your body crashed onto the floor, reaching an arm to shut the window behind you. With a sigh of relief, you picked yourself up, stretching your arms above your head, eliciting a satisfying ‘pop’ from your back, feeling all the pent-up tensions of the day leave your body. 

Pressing the button on your chest, making quick work of discarding your suit. You struggled more than you’d like to admit, having to hop on one foot to wiggle your feet out of the padding. 

Amidst your squirming, you failed to notice the crimson warps seeping from your bed, freezing mid-movement as the lights flickered on by themselves, looking like a deer caught in headlights. 

“Jesus fucking Christ!” You screeched, scrambling up to your feet, firmly clutching your uniform in a poor attempt to cover yourself from the two women on your bed, equally startled.

“Y/n…? What are you doing here?” Natasha says after a beat of silence, her eyes furrowing as she lowers her gun and the arm protectively wrapped around her girlfriend. Wanda mirrored her actions and let the red wisps fall before she turned to you disconcertingly.

You shrunk under their gaze, feeling your heart pick up. It was too late to salvage any attempts at running for it, so you turned away, ignoring how affected you felt by their disheveled appearances.

Instead, you focused on why they were inside your room in the first place. Not that you minded having two beautiful women in your bed but at this hour? 

“What are you doing in my room? I just got back, what’s…” Your voice trailed off, slipping on your suit, as you looked towards your dresser…was it always that color? And why was there a photo of Wanda and Natasha on your nightstand? Sure, you were hopelessly in love with the two but never to this extent.

Barely bordering on those lines. 

“Detka…this is our room,” Wanda said slowly, as to not startle you. 

You cursed under your breath, realizing your mistake. “Aw fuck, I must’ve crashed into the wrong—wall-side thing,” you explained messily, picking yourself up for what felt like the hundredth time tonight. 

“Crashed?” Both of the girls shouted and you winced, scooting off awkwardly to the side, feeling even more like an intrusion. 

“Yeah but it’s okay though, that’s nothing compared to Kraven's fists, trust me.” You meant to reassure them, but judging by the worried looks they exchanged, it had the opposite effect. Taking their silence as an opportunity to leave, you stepped back.

“Anyways, sorry for interrupting your night.” You mumbled apologetically, reaching for the window handle. “I’ll see y'all tomorrow— son of a bitch.” You grunted, banging your head against the glass for the second time this night. You were really starting to resent these things.  

And Wanda bit her bottom lip, “Malysh, it’s late and you’re…not doing well, why don’t you stay here tonight?” She suggested softly, her voice coming out as sweet as honey and you almost dropped dead there.

“Here?” You blurted out, feeling a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. “Like, with you and Nat?”

Natasha and Wanda shared an amused look, before nodding in unison. 

Your face crinkled, not really understanding what the looks were for but you assumed it was all in your head. Sparing one last glance at the two, you confirmed this was okay, searching for even the smallest bits of hesitancy or discomfort only to find nothing but welcoming smiles. 

With a small nod, barely audible, you murmured a hesitant “alright,” as you settled into the chair beside their bed, placing your feet on the small wooly ottoman.

Had your eyes been open, you might’ve noticed the way their faces dropped in disappointment. After months of obvious pining, not-so-subtle flirting thrown your way, you were choosing to sleep…not with them but on a chair.

A brief silence lingered, and you shifted in your seat. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel their eyes piercing and you were starting to sweat.

“Sorry,” You mumble, heat rising up your neck in embarrassment as you removed your feet off the ottoman, fearing you had overstepped. Still, their gazes remained unwavering and you rubbed your arm unsurely, “Is the chair off–limits too? I can take the floor if that’s better.”

“Dorogoy, we’re inviting you into our bed,” Natasha chuckles disbelievingly, fingers tracing the covers as to tempt you with the invitation. 

“Mhmm, yeah no. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” You shook your head, stumbling over your words. “I don’t do well in confined spaces with pretty women, I mean— no wait you are, both are super pretty but that’s not—“ 

Thankfully, Wanda interjected before you could embarrass yourself further with a giggle. You swore your stomach flipped. “Cute, but won’t you get cold?” She suggested, Natasha nodding and lifting the covers, adding, “It’s much warmer over here.”

Again, you waved them off and they were starting to get fed up with your excuses. “Oh nah! My suit has thermal heating installed, pretty cool right? Tony helped me insulate it–”

“Y/n, just get in the bed.”

Before you could protest further, you felt those warm red tendrils wrap around you, coaxing you into their bed, and you couldn’t even remember why you were fighting this in the first place when their arms wrapped around you. Not when their sheets were so warm, and their bodies warmer. 

Resistance be damned, as Natasha's hand ran gently through your hair, you relaxed into it, and both girls smiled. This was how things needed to be, always. 

Still, your heart was beyond nervous to even enjoy the moment but they were pushing at your shoulders to tuck you in further, getting settled themselves. They tangled their limbs with your own and it was official; there was definitely no escaping this. 

Pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth, Wanda murmured a couple of words and you felt more comfortable clothes encase you. Natasha pressed a tender kiss to the shell of your ear before bidding you a good night.

You repeat her words back and they tighten their grip, closing their eyes. 

With exhaustion finally catching up to you, your eyes drooped helplessly again, fluttering shut, bones begging for sleep, and you finally surrendered to its embrace. Allowing yourself a moment of rest with the two people you treasure most in the world. 

And suddenly, crashing into windows didn’t seem so bad after all.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Wandanat x daughter knitting while watching Looney Tunes please!

Wanda and Y/N continue knitting as their daughter, Marie, watches Looney Tunes.

Natasha walks in...

Natasha: should she be watching this? this is a lot of gun violence

Y/N: baby don't be such a fuddy duddy

Marie: Momma join me!

Wanda: yeah momma come and join us

Natasha rolls her eyes and takes a seat next to Marie...

Wanda and Y/N continue working on the quilt, a tapestry of family moments and Looney Tunes for good measure...

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[marvels-bitch-boy]

Chapter 5: (Third Person)

Chapter 5: (Third Person)

A/N: HI guys! i know I said the series would be on hold for while but i just wanted to give you this before it was officially on pause. I have an endgame decided and I'm just taking some time for myself to make sure I can give you guys the proper ending and resolution when it comes time. I hope you enjoy

Word Count: 3.3k

P1 Chapter 1, P2 Chapter 1, P3 Chapter 4, P3 Chapter 6

As Y/N walked in the line of men cladded in all black armour he began to look for a way out of the line. Discreetly slipping down a side hallway He heard a small voice in his ear. “Y/N… I need you to help Yelena, can do you that?” this voice was a very calming one that didn’t seem to be in a rush. He whispered a response and listened to her. “When you hear medical equipment you know you’re in the right place” He felt himself let out a small huff of hair with a smile under his mask as he began to search the nearby rooms. 

Within a few moments, he was greeted by borage of fluorescent lights that hit his eyes like a slap in the face. As he saw the way that Yelena was now releasing herself from the straps that held her down. He rushed over to her and within seconds she threw a small blade in his direction. Dodging it in the knick of time he turned back to her and found her barreling towards him with a terrifying glare that could rival Natashas. Grabbing her hand as she went to strike him and she quickly kicked out his knee and he knelt down to the ground. As she went to hit him once again he struggled to rip off his helmet and stop this fight. “Yelena! Jesu-” she strikes him which causes the helmet to go flying and his face hits the cold floor.

“Ooooh… shit, are you dead?” her accent is thick and slightly muffles her words in his ears. She nudges his side with her foot and attempts to roll him over. She can see the slight trickle of blood that spills from his mouth.

He groans as she looks at him. “I feel like if I was it would be better at this point” closing his eyes he feels two hands grip his arms and tug him up. 

“Up now you big baby” she rolls her eyes as he struggles to stand up. 

“I’ve been used as a punching bag the last few days…” he opened his eyes and looked down to pick up his helmet and found a small puddle of blood and wipes around his mouth “for fucks sake, I just had a dental inspection” he mutters a few curses under his breath as he follows Yelena around the poorly decorated makeshift hospital room. She spoke into the earpiece she had and directed him to help her find the cold storage. 

After he heard glass shatter his head whipped around and he saw her reaching into the freezer and producing a bundle of red vials. “There's a handle…” he says in an exasperated tone.

She shrugs at his words “not as fun” She begins to leave the room and ushers him down the halls. Yelena seemed to attempt conversation as the two made their way around to expose the other widows. “So, you died? And now you’re an asshole?... seems stupid” she could not see his face under the helmet but he found himself with an offended expression.

“That’s a very reductive take on it, Leviathan helped me come to terms with my feelings. They showed me the truth” he held his weapon up as he checked the hallway to their right. 

“Why are you using a gun? Can’t you shoot fire like a dragon” he sighed and lowered his weapon. His thoughts mainly consisted of questioning why Val wanted her and also the fact that she was completely right about that. “I- just shut up, where are the widows?” she smirked at him and motioned for a door that had red lights blaring from it. 

“I’ll guess they were here…” she smacked him over the head and rushed to the wall of dangerous weapons, grabbing a grenade she rushed out of the room. Y/N quickly joined her as she ran through the building. As he rushed alongside her the two of them came across a horrifying sight, Natasha was being heavily beaten by a swarm of widows. Y/N acted as fast as he could and sprouted small bursts of fire above the widows, as Yelena tossed a vial high into the air and fired at it spreading the nerve agent across the room. Once the punches towards Nat yielded he threw his helmet off and rushed to her side, he began rapidly checking her, his hands on her cheeks and eyes filled with concern. He attempted to get her attention on him as she looked dazed and around the room. “Natty, hey- hey I’m here…” he pulled her into a hug and as he stood up with her she leaned her weight on him, his hand on her waist and his eyes cautiously watching the newly freed widows. 

Natasha stood next to him and barely registered his actions, she saw the looks on the widow's faces and knew she wouldn’t be harmed. She stared into their uncertain eyes and saw them ponder a million questions each within only a few seconds. A brave widow speaks up from the group “Minne me menemme?” (Where will we go?). The question lights a spark inside Natasha's eyes. She looks at them all and then towards the now freed girl who spoke up. “Get as far away from here as possible.” a gentle smile tugged at her lips and she spoke with pride “You get to make your own choices now.” 

The girls all looked at each other and murmured as Yelena moved to stand beside Natasha. Who now shifted her weight from off Y/N, he stood there slightly awkwardly as he still felt his hand on her waist and her arm strung across his shoulder, it fell off him and landed on her side and he began to move away from her but she reached for his hand that was sliding away from her. She looked into his eyes that appeared to perfectly mirror her emerald eyes and he stayed in his position beside her. Suddenly an explosion sounded from around them and shook the floor they stood on. All the women were now on high alert as the building continued to rattle like a fun house. Objects from the nearby shelves began to hit the ground and Yelena yelled to her sister as she allowed the man to take the full weight of the woman once again. “We gotta get outta here. We need to find Dreykov.” she looked at her sister who didn’t seem to be moving from her place “Are you coming?” she looked at her with question and concern. Y/N nodded to her with sincerity and Natasha replied “I’m right behind you.” 

With those words, Yelena and the newly freed widows made their way down to the jets at a rapid pace. Y/N helped Natasha towards Dreykovs desk and she made a quiet comment about his behaviour. “So I’m Natty again?...” she said with a sly smirk that was made to produce false confidence. She wanted him to think she knew how he felt, she wanted him to think that she knew how she felt. In actuality she had zero ideas how he felt, she didn’t know why he called her that, since his death and betrayal she hadn’t allowed anyone on the team except Barton to call her that. It felt wrong to hear the name come from another voice. There was nothing that seemed to fix the taste in her mouth that appeared when she heard it. 

“I- I just thought a familiar name would help… that’s all it was.” she didn’t let the slight hurt fill her face she only looked at him with pity before she went back to her task. “What are you doing anyways?” He was closer to her this time as he spoke, he had moved to stand so close beside her that he was almost directly behind where she stood. His presence felt menacing but had a duality to it. The feeling of anger that had once radiated off him was gone and now she could feel the almost instant security he brought to her. 

“I have to get the information on the girls… all the girls, I didn’t end this the last time,” she watched as the screen began to show the loading of all the information “I won’t leave until I’m certain this is burned to the ground.” He smirked at her words and held up a single fist.

“Say the word,” he let a small flame grow on the top of his hand “This one will be on the house.” She looked into his E/C eyes and saw the man she could recognize. She felt her heart slightly repair itself. The tear that was in place of him had produced two new stitches. “You keep looking at me like this I’ll start to think I’m not as much of a monster.” His words were low and his voice was full of emotion, she could get the base of it but the deeper meaning of his words rattled her brain. She heard the alert that the download was now complete and the two of them let out a sigh and an enthusiastic “yes!”. They ran out of the room and down the hallways, as they ran a large explosion hit the two of them which launched Y/N out of the window and into the sky, while Natasha had been thrown through a hole that was deep in the floor. She fell into the room that contained the cells and found the taskmaster trapped in a cell. The woman would have no chance of surviving a crash at this altitude. Yet Natasha was aware that the first chance Antonia got to kill Natasha she would take it. Natasha had already now lost Igg in the chaos and couldn’t lose another life. 

“Antonia.” a punched was thrown at the glass that stood between them “No!” she let out a heavy breath and attempted to catch the air she had lost “I’m gonna open the door. You’re gonna come after me. It’s okay. It’s okay. I know you’re still in there. And I’m not gonna leave you. Okay.” She opened the door and for a second a mere second it seemed as if Antonia was in control, that she was going to escape with Natasha. Instead, she began to attack her, she threw a punch at her head that had easily been dodged and they began to do the age-old dance of combat. Limbs were flying and connecting in all directions. Neither was going to give up but for contrasting reasons. Natasha was hitting to subdue, while Antonia was striking with a passion to inflict pain. She was like a wild animal in the most graceful way, her blows were calculated and precise. Through the chaos Natasha found herself clinging to the floor as her opponent went flying out the window, just like Y/N had been. She pulled herself back up as she saw an opportunity. 

—

Natasha was sprinting onto the runway as she saw Yelena raise her staff. With the determination on her face and the content that filled her, Natasha knew which direction this was going. She let Yelena's name fill her throat as she called out to the woman attempting to change her mind. “Don’t do it!!” she felt the pleading leak from her words, watching the girl raise the staff high above her head and look into her eyes. It was the bond the two held since they were kids that were reignited in the pair. 

“This was fun!” a sorrowful smile that reached the tears in the corners of her eyes appeared on Yelena's face. She used all her might and strength to shove the staff into the turbine, within seconds the engine exploded and sent her flying into the air. As Natasha looked back towards the building in haste she was the mask of Antonia and quickly reached for a stray parachute. Diving off the side of the runway into the morning sky she felt the sun bask over her, it illuminated the path toward her sister and she latched onto her within seconds. Releasing the chute she was able to look around finally and saw her opponent barrelling towards her like a bullet that had been shot out of a gun. 

Natasha only had a few seconds to make her plan and she knew exactly what she needed to do. Pushing off her sister she dove back into the air and found herself facing her opponent once again. As her feet hit the glass that was hurling towards the earth, she once again felt the sun hit her skin and used the surface to slow her own descent. As Antonia held onto her while they both fall from the clouds like two fallen angels who had been banished by god. They were fighting like sisters and all they needed to fit the picture perfectly would be their two wings. One could imagine that if they had not been taken up in such a filthy place that maybe, just maybe they would have those wings, they would not be in this fight for their lives, and they would not be seen as fallen angels. They would have been seen as goddesses amongst men. One of a kind, as all women deserved. 

Instead, here they were, attempting to escape their own clutches. A swirl of black and blue, almost like a meteor. 

—

As he hit the ground almost like a ping pong ball, bouncing off the dirt and grass he laid for a moment as he began to feel the immense pain coat his body. The wind hit his face and woke him up from his pain-induced sleep. A familiar set of voices filled his ears and suddenly he was greeted by the face of Melina. “Hello,” she felt his chest and ribs which forced a strained groan out of his throat “tell me if you can breathe or not, does this hurt?” suddenly she moved his right leg only to the right by half an inch, a scream that pierced through his ears and shook its way out of his throat. “God, are you not invincible?” the snarky remark came from the blonde who was now watching him splayed across the ground. 

Soon Alexei lifted you up and you came face to face with Natasha who was standing hip to hip with her sister. The widows were making their way back to a black jet and the small make-shift family began to speak. Y/N had now passed out once again from his pain and felt a hand smack him across the face, he saw Natasha giving him a smile as he looked at her. “Hey,” he whispered to her through shredded vocal cords and a winded chest. “I’ll see you around” She leaned up to his cheek and left a soft kiss, the warmth from her lips caused his eyes to close on impulse and he found himself dreaming of his life back at the compound. 

—

He saw Natasha sitting on his couch as he entered the door after a small mission, she greeted him and helped him clean up all the ash and dust that coated his skin from top to bottom. “There’s no way only one lab caused this much mess” she joked as she swept up the remaining contents that spread across the floor. “It was more like a small base for their genetics division” he walked out of the bathroom with his towel draped over his head as he approached the woman, wrapping his arms around her waist he found her facing him now, however it was Wanda who was in his arms. “And I’m sure you were able to handle them with ease? I mean Ignes can burn down entire armies!” she laughed at her joke and it sent vibrations down to his core as he stared at her. As he looked around the room he saw the photos around him change, the woman who was in them before was gone, replaced by the one in front of him. Deep within his stomach, he felt something off, something was starting to feel wrong. He moved to his bed and noticed the sheets had changed, they were no longer his usual dark green but instead a pale grey. His eyes drifted to the books on his shelf and the titles were different, they were all “Great Expectations” by Charles Dickens. He started to take them off the shelf one by one and couldn’t find anything but the same cover, the same title, and the same author. He looked back to Wanda and found her looking at him concerned, her brows were stitched together and her emerald eyes were filled with fear. 

“Ogon’, are you okay?” she held his face in her hands and stroked his cheek. This brought his mind calm, and he relaxed almost instantly. He nodded and she brought him close to her. He felt the beating of her heart blend into him and they stood there for as long as he needed. 

—

Snapping back into reality he found himself in a safe house, he knew it was a Leviathan safe house from the decor and the clothes he had been put into. Looking around the room there was a phone on the nightstand and he saw a message from Valentina displayed. “Welcome to Edinburgh, I hope you stay in the shade while you’re here. Wouldn’t want you to get burned” He groaned at the message and rolled onto his side. As he felt his skin rub against the sheets the absence of pain or ache startled him and he sat up. He felt around his body and to his surprise he found himself to be completely healed. He was no longer injured or recovering from any of his previous injuries. He stood up and made his way to the window, the sun was just barely able to peek through the curtains. As he opened them he got a look at a small open street, it was easy to access and easy surveillance. He caught glimpses of the people passing through, he could tell who was a tourist and who was a local. Though one man stood out to him. He had grey hair that peaked out the back of his baseball cap and was in a mismatched tracksuit, his running shoes looked beat up but were top of the line. This made Iggy smile to himself. He knew exactly who that man was, he watched as he attempted to pick up a woman who was in line with him at a small fruit stand. Pietro couldn’t avoid a catch, he had to try for it, even if it seemed hopeless.

Nodding his head, he went to the bathroom and showered before changing into neutral clothes that would conceal him the most. Making his way towards a small cafe across the street he kept his eye on the silver-haired man who was still striking up a conversation with the woman next to him. He sipped his coffee and was taken aback by a faint voice that approached her brother. Wanda. The shock of seeing her froze him in place and his mind flooded slightly. His senses went on overdrive and he was looking at the two of them like he hadn’t seen them in 100 years. The pair laughed for a moment before the redhead turned and looked in his direction, averting his eyes and focusing back on his coffee. She furrowed her brow and glanced over towards an empty table, it was only one away from him. She informed her brother and went to sit down. Soon after he joined her and the two of them talked and talked. All whilst the stranger next to them was listening and laughing along as if he was a part of the conversation. 

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masterlist | I got a bad idea series

southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader

summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.

tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!

a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)

MASTERLIST

* = suggestive content

*** = smut 18+ MDNI

main story | completed

(1) a classic get-together

(2) the curse of living in a small town

(3) take me dancing *

(4) sweet thing

(5) a bad decision ***

(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****

(7) please, let me stay *

random snippets

family dinner *

early mornings ***

random

this series’s playlist *

series’ mood board

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