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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 8 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

A/N: Sorry it's been taking so long between updates, y'all. My life got craaaaaazy messy of late, and now I'm struggling to even cover basic bills. I try to write when I can. Much love, y'all.

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension, smut

Word Count: 2.4K

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Command Me to Be Well

The drive to your place was a blur of anticipation, your mind racing with the possibilities of what the night might hold. When you pulled into the driveway, you didn't even bother taking your things out of the backseat of your car. Wanda's hand was in yours before you could blink, and she was leading you from your driveway, up the walkway to her front porch, and through the door into the house, shutting it firmly behind you. The air was charged with the electricity of unspoken desires, and you could feel the weight of your fears slowly lifting away.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to, Y/N," she whispered, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. You took a deep breath and nodded, feeling the warmth of her hand as it slipped from yours. Her nails scraped across your chest, a low growl coming from you as your head tilted back against the cool wall behind you.

"I want this," you managed to say, your voice thick with need. "I want you." You could feel the blood rushing throughout your body, and you are sure that your neighbors could hear your heartbeat. Wanda's smile grew as she stepped closer to you, her hand moving to the knot of your tie.

Her movements were slow and deliberate as she loosened it, her eyes never leaving yours. The ends lay respectively on each side of your chest, as she runs her hands up your chest before tangling her fingers into your hair, pulling you down to her for a bruising kiss. Your hands found the hem of her shirt, lifting it up to expose her midriff, her skin soft and warm to the touch. She breaks the kiss for a moment to let out a gasp of pleasure as you trail your fingertips inside of her shirt, up her side, feeling her body shiver against you.

The living room is dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering of the electric fireplace, which you both ignore as you stumble down the hallway to the bedroom, your mouths never leaving each other. The door clicks shut behind you, muffling the noise from the outside world and leaving you in a cocoon of desire. Wanda's bed is unmade, the covers thrown back from her earlier restlessness. You can't help but smirk, knowing you're about to make it even more disheveled. You began walking Wanda back towards her bed, letting her fall to the mattress with a gasp as you leaned down, slotting your knee in between her thighs.

Her hands are everywhere, unbuttoning your shirt with trembling fingers, sliding it off your shoulders. Your chest is bare, and the cold air hits your skin, causing your nipples to pebble. She runs her hands over your skin, her nails scraping lightly, leaving a trail of heat behind. You moan into her neck as she nibbles the sensitive skin there, the feeling causing your cock to throb in your pants. You're desperate to feel more of her, to taste her. You kiss down her chest, your mouth finding the soft skin above her bra.

Wanda arches into you, her breath hitching as you trace a pattern of kisses and licks along the upper swells of her breasts. You can feel her heart pounding, echoing your own, as you reach behind and unhook the clasp, her breasts spilling out into your waiting hands. They're perfect, full and soft, and your thumbs tease her nipples, causing her to arch further into you, a low moan escaping her lips. You take one in your mouth, suckling gently at first, then increasing the pressure as she cries out. She tastes like vanilla and something uniquely Wanda, and it's intoxicating.

Her hands are in your hair, guiding you, urging you on as you kiss and lick her breasts, her hips moving restlessly against your thigh. You can feel the dampness through your pants, and you know she's soaked for you. The anticipation is unbearable, but you refuse to rush this. You want to savor every moment, every touch, every sound she makes. You kiss a path down her stomach, her abs contracting as you get closer to her pants. You pull back, looking at her, needing to see the desire in her eyes. She nods, her eyes hooded and dark with lust, and you know she wants this as much as you do. You unbutton her pants, sliding them down, along with her underwear.

Her legs are smooth and bare, and you run your hands up the inside of her thighs, feeling her quiver. She's already spread for you, and you can see the slickness of her arousal glistening in the dim light. You lean in, kissing the inside of her thighs, making her gasp. Your breath is hot against her pussy, and she bucks against you. You spread her wider with your thumbs, licking up her slit and making her moan loudly. She's sweet and salty, and you can't get enough. You flick her clit with the tip of your tongue, and she jolts, her hands tightening in your hair.

You look up at her, watching her face contort with pleasure, and it's the most beautiful sight you've ever seen. You lick and suck, swirling your tongue around her clit, feeling her get closer and closer. She's panting now, her hips moving in time with your mouth. You insert a finger, feeling her tighten around you. She's so wet, so ready, and you know it won't be long now. You add another finger, curling them inside her, searching for that magical spot that will send her over the edge.

Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed, and she screams your name as she comes, her walls pulsing around your fingers. You swallow her down, licking her clean, feeling her quiver against your mouth. You kiss your way back up her body, tasting her on your lips. Her eyes are glazed with pleasure, and she's smiling up at you, her cheeks flushed.

"Your turn," she whispers, pushing you onto your back. You watch as she straddles you, her naked body a vision above you. She reaches down and unbuckles your belt, her eyes never leaving yours as she pulls your pants down, freeing your cock. It's hard and throbbing, and she wraps her hand around it, stroking gently.

You groan, your hips lifting off the bed as she teases you, her hand gliding up and down in a torturously slow rhythm. You want to grab her and fuck her hard, but you force yourself to lay still, to let her take control. She lowers her mouth to you, her breath hot against your skin. She kisses the tip, licking the pre-cum from the slit. The sensation is electric, and you have to grit your teeth to keep from coming right then and there.

Wanda smirks, her eyes flicking up to yours as she takes you in her mouth, her tongue swirling around your head. You can feel her eyes on you, watching every reaction, every twitch, and it's driving you wild. She takes you deeper, her hand still stroking, and you feel yourself losing control. You want to hold her there, to feel her mouth on you forever, but you know you can't. You don't want to come like this, not the first time. You need to be inside her, to feel her warmth and tightness.

With a growl, you pull her up and roll her onto her back, your cock pressing against her belly. You lean in and kiss her, tasting yourself on her lips. She wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer, her nails digging into your back. You kiss down her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips. You kiss her chest, her breasts, her stomach, and finally, you're between her legs again.

You line yourself up with her, her heat and wetness beckoning. Pausing, you look at her, trying to decipher if there is any hesitation at what is about to happen. She nods her head, encouraging you to keep going. You push inside, inch by inch, feeling her tighten around you. She gasps, her nails scoring your back as you fill her. You still your hips, giving her a moment to adjust, and then you begin to move, your hips rolling into hers. The feeling is overwhelming, like you're finally home after a long, hard journey. You kiss her again, deep and passionate, feeling her legs lock around you, urging you deeper.

Her walls squeeze around you, and you can feel her getting closer. You reach down and play with her clit, her moans growing louder. "Wanda," you murmur against her neck, "I want to feel you come again." She nods, her breath coming in pants, and you pick up the pace, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her hips are moving with you now, her body begging for release. You can feel it building in her, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. And when it hits, she screams out, her pussy spasming around you. It's all you can take, and you come, your orgasm ripping through you like a supernova, leaving you both trembling and panting.

You collapse on top of her, your hearts beating in sync, the sweat making your skin stick together. You kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. "I'm sorry," you whisper, the words spilling out of you. "I'm sorry for everything."

Wanda's hands come up, cupping your face. "You don't have to be," she says, her voice filled with a tenderness that you never knew existed. "We're here now." And with that, you let yourself sink into her, the fear and doubt of before seemingly a lifetime away.

You pull back, looking into her eyes, searching for any sign of regret. But what you see instead is pure contentment. You roll over, taking her with you, so she's straddling you, your cock still inside her. You wrap your arms around her, holding her close, feeling her breasts press against your chest with each of her breaths.

"Wanda," you whisper, "I didn't know it could feel like this."

Her eyes searched yours, and she nodded, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Neither did I," she admitted, her voice filled with wonder.

You held her there, feeling the aftershocks of your shared passion. The room was silent except for the sound of your mingled breaths and the occasional creak of the house. Wanda leaned down to kiss you, her movements gentle and loving.

"Thank you," she murmured, her voice a soft caress against your skin. She pressed a gentle kiss to your collarbone, before nestling into the crook of your neck. "For trusting me. For letting go of your fears." her breath tickled the hairs along the side of your throat, causing goosebumps to erupt.

You returned the smile, feeling a warmth spread through your chest. "Thank you for being patient," you said, your voice just as soft. "For giving me time."

Wanda raised her head to look into your eyes, her gaze filled with understanding. "I'll always give you time, Y/N. Always." Her words were like a balm to your soul, soothing the raw edges of your fear. Your eyes closed, and you sucked in a deep breath. "I know it's hard, but I'm not going anywhere. Please don't fight it."

You nodded, feeling the warmth of her body against yours. "I know," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper. "I just don't want to ruin this."

Wanda's smile grew, her eyes shining with a love that took your breath away. "You won't," she assured you. "We'll figure it out together. I may have only known you personally through Piet and now for about a year- but you're not a bad person, Y/N." She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear. "You're just complicated. And that's what makes you intriguing."

Her words wrapped around you like a warm blanket, chasing away the chill of doubt. You felt your muscles relax, your grip on her hips loosening. "Complicated," you repeated with a small laugh. "That's one way to put it."

Wanda kissed the corner of your mouth, her smile mischievous. "It keeps things interesting," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "Now, let's make things even more interesting, shall we?" She began to rock her hips, the movement sending a jolt of pleasure through you. You groaned, your cock hardening once again inside her.

Her movements grew bolder, her hips rolling against yours, and you knew you were lost. You grabbed onto her, holding her tight as she rode you, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back, and the sight of her was almost too much to handle. You watched her, your eyes locked onto her face as she chased her own release, her expression a mix of pleasure and concentration.

You reached up to cup her breasts, feeling their weight in your hands, her nipples peaked and sensitive. You rolled them gently, feeling her moan, her movements becoming more frantic. The sight was intoxicating, and you found yourself getting lost in the moment, the fear of before a distant memory. You sat up, wrapping your arms around her, her legs tightening around your waist as you began to thrust into her.

Her eyes snapped open, locking onto yours, and you felt a connection so strong, it was like you were one being. She leaned in, her teeth grazing your bottom lip, and you knew she was close. You could feel it in the way she tightened around you, in the way her breath hitched. With one last, deep thrust, she came, her body shaking as she cried out. You followed her over the edge, your own release powerful and overwhelming.

You collapsed back onto the bed, her body still straddling yours, both of you gasping for air. You could feel your heart hammering in your chest, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through your veins. Wanda leaned down, her forehead resting against yours, a soft smile playing on her lips. "Wow," she breathed, her voice filled with wonder.

"Yeah," you agreed, the word barely making it past the lump in your throat. "Wow." You didn't know what to say, the enormity of what had just happened left you speechless. But you knew one thing for sure—this was just the beginning. You had taken a leap of faith, and Wanda had caught you. You didn't know what the future held, but for now, you were content to lie there, her warmth surrounding you like a warm embrace.

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Come With Us and You Will See

Valkyrie's Halloween parties always brought out the lust in everyone. But between you, Wanda, and Natasha- you didn't share well. What happens when things get a little bit too spicy for your jealous ass to handle?

AN: Happy early Halloweenie, folks! I got a little carried away, so have fun!

18+ ONLY

TW: porn with plot, implied orgy, semi-public sex, orgasm denial, enchanted strap, slight degradation, WandaNat, spanking, multiple orgasms, sub/dom dynamic... yeahhh lemme know if I missed something XD

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The Ghouls All Came From Their Humble Abodes

In the quiet, suburban neighborhood, a quaint house with a meticulously trimmed lawn stood out from the rest. It was the home of Natasha and Wanda, two middle-aged women with a penchant for the dramatic. They lived a life of vibrant colors and boundless imagination, turning every mundane event into an opportunity for celebration. Inside, the walls were adorned with paintings that whispered of distant lands, and the air had the scent of exotic spices, hinting at Natasha's love for cooking. Wanda, on the other hand, had a green thumb that could coax even the most stubborn of plants into a blooming pattern of life.

You had been a pleasant surprise to thier mundane routine. Young and full of life, you brought a spark to their lives that had been missing since their youth. They had found in you a muse, a playmate, and a confidante all rolled into one. The three of you had been inseparable since the fateful night you'd stumbled into Natasha's art gallery, lost in the rain, and she had offered you shelter.

The older women showed you another level of intimacy that you had only ever dreamed of- and in return, you gave them the orgasms they had been craving. They had taught you the art of seduction, whispering sweet nothings in Russian accents that made your toes curl, and your cheeks flush. Your days were filled with laughter, passion, and the gentle thrill of discovery as you learned the intricacies of their desires.

Tonight, you were destined for an adults-only costume party. Valkyrie, one of the trusted confidantes of your lovers, promised a night of revelry that would be unforgettable. You knew that the two women who had held your heart captive for the last 10 months were going to pull out all the stops for Halloween. The anticipation had been building all week, with Natasha and Wanda teasing you with glimpses of their costumes that grew more risque with each day.

In return, you made sure to let thier anticipation build as they tried to get you to reveal your costume. You had kept it a secret, smiling mischievously each time they asked, only saying that it was going to be something that would make their jaws drop. As the night of the party grew closer, the house buzzed with excitement.

You dusted your face, neck, and chest with a pale setting powder- dulling your skin tone to a milky white before applying some darker makeup to accentuate your already chiseled features. That was one thing that Wanda and Natasha both made sure to compliment you regularly about- how well you took care of yourself and your physique. The costume you've chosen was a nod to the grim reaper- a sleek black robe that clung to your broad shoulders and tapered to your waist, with a silver cane-sized scythe resting against the wall. The hood was drawn back, exposing your hair freshly dyed hair slicked back.

The darkness surrounding your eyes was contrasted by the contacts you chose to wear, and your chest was almost bare underneath, the robe was carefully fashioned to prevent your chest from being too revealed. You chose a simple pinstriped waistcoat and slacks, hiding the surprise you recently purchased for your two lovers.

As you stepped into the living room, Natasha and Wanda were waiting, their eyes on each other as they danced to some music in the living room, waiting for you to come downstairs. You silently leaned against the archway into the room, leaning with your cane in your hand. Not wanting to disrupt the moment, you watched them move in tandem, thier years of marriage apparent in how they moved as one.

Natasha, dressed as a sultry vampiress, had her hair in curls that cascaded down her shoulders, a crimson dress that hugged her curves and showcased her ample cleavage, and a necklace of gleaming black pearls around her neck. Her lips were a deep shade of red, matching the color of her fingernails and the tips of her sharp, vampiric teeth that peeked out when she smiled. Red was always her color, and any time she wore it, you made sure to make her aware- often, the blush you would cause rivaling the crimson she was adorned in.

Wanda, on the other hand, had chosen a more enigmatic costume. Her long, brown hair was swept into an elegant updo, with a few loose strands framing her face. She was dressed as a fortune teller, complete with a sheer shawl draped over her shoulders and a crystal-laden neckline that drew attention to her piercing green eyes. Her dress was a deep, mysterious green that swirled around her legs as she danced, hinting at the secrets she was known to keep.

The women together were sure to stop any show, a breathtaking mixture of elegance and seductiveness that sent your pulse racing every time you saw them. As they caught sight of you, the music seemed to pause for a moment. Natasha's eyes widened with a predatory glint, and Wanda's lips curled into a knowing smile. They had both chosen costumes that left little to the imagination, but it was your transformation that truly stole their breath away.

Wanda broke free of Natasha's grasp, seemingly floating in your direction. "Detka," she purred, her eyes sparkling with excitement, "you look absolutely... ravishing!"

Natasha stepped closer, her vampire cape billowing around her as she did so. "You've truly outdone yourself this time," she murmured, her voice thick with desire. "The Grim Reaper has never looked so... alive, Malysh."

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sound echoing through the hallway as you twirled the scythe in your hand. "I had to match your level of drama," you replied, your gaze flicking between them.

Natasha sailed towards you, her fingertips grazing over the fabric of your costume. "But, my love," she whispered, her breath hot against your neck, "you've gone above and beyond." Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned closer, her teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can't wait to see what kind of mischief the three of us will get into tonight." Wanda's fingers danced along the exposed skin of your chest, leaving a lingering kiss on your collarbone before you guided them toward the door.

As you stepped into the night, the cool autumn air kissing your skin, Natasha and Wanda linked arms with you, their laughter a harmonious melody that filled the quiet streets. The party was already in full swing when you arrived at Valkyrie's, the throb of music and the cacophony of voices spilling out from the open windows. The house itself was transformed into a haunted mansion, complete with cobwebs, flickering lights, and an eerie fog that danced along the ground.

The moment you entered the party, all eyes turned towards the three of you. The room was a kaleidoscope of colors, with guests dressed in various costumes that ranged from playful to downright terrifying, but all in varying levels of sinful. But it was Natasha and Wanda who truly stole the show. Their allure was magnetic, and the way they looked at you was nothing short of possessive. You felt a thrill of excitement and a hint of pride knowing you were the center of their universe.

Valkyrie, dressed as a scantily clad Viking queen, spotted you from across the room. She raised her goblet in a toast, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "Welcome, my lovelies!" she bellowed, her strong voice cutting through the din. She wove through the crowd, her skirt swishing around her powerful legs. "You've outdone yourselves! Natasha, Wanda, your costumes are absolutely... divine," she said with a knowing wink, kissing them on the cheek. "And... Y/N, you look... stunning, my dear." Val leaned in to kiss your cheek but pecked a little too close to your mouth for comfort. You felt Wanda's grip on your arm tighten slightly, never having been a fan of how much Val took a liking to you.

The party was a whirlwind of activity. Enchanting witches and warlocks mingled with ghosts and beguiling goblins, and the air was thick with the scent of sweat, booze, and food as the gathering was in full swing. Dancing bodies were everywhere, everyone dressed in a sexy costume of some sort, and you were sure that by the end of this party, most costumes would be discarded and forgotten on the floor. Val's parties always seemed to end that way.

You graciously accepted compliments and sipped from the goblet that was filled for you, feeling the buzz of alcohol melding with the electricity in the air. You, Nat, and Wanda had split up, floating from group to group and mingling on your own, compliments and praises being rained down on the three of you separately as well as together. The night was a blur of laughter and whispered conversations, of secrets shared and glances exchanged that promised much more than simple pleasantries. Eventually, Val made her way up to a makeshift stage in the center of the room, clearing her throat into a microphone to gain everyone's attention.

"Welcome, my dear guests, to the most wickedly enchanting night of the year!" she announced, her eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, as per tradition, we shall begin the costume contest!" There was a rush of cheers and claps as the lights dimmed, and a spotlight was directed towards the stage as the rest of the lights dimmed. You glanced around the room, Noticing that Nat and Wanda had made thier way back to each other and were staring at you expectantly from across the room. You shot them a cheeky wink before redirecting your attention, glancing around the room at all the costumes before you.

You laughed as Steve, dressed as a Chippendale Zombie, struggled to direct the spotlight where he wanted it. The room was a masquerade of shadows, clapping, and cheers as Steve guided the light to people who had voted to compete against one another. The costumes were a mix of pop culture references and old-school horror classics, each one more elaborate than the last.

Valkyrie announced each participant with flair, her voice resonating with the joy of the evening. Wand and Natasha both had been selected and were standing on opposite ends of the stage.  "And now, for the pièce de résistance," Valkyrie said, her eyes locking onto you, "our very own, sexy as hell, pun intended, Grim Reaper, Y/N!" The spotlight found you, and the room fell silent, save for the dull roar of the classic Halloween music.

You took a sip from your goblet, feeling the warmth spread through your chest as you made your way to the stage, the silver scythe glinting under the lights. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, all eyes on you as you moved with a grace that belied your size. The scythe was surprisingly light, and you twirled it in one hand as you climbed the stairs with a dramatic flair, feeling every eye in the room on you.

You began to walk to Wanda, but Val pulled you towards her at center stage.

"Ah, ah," she said with a playful shake of her head, "let's get a good look at all our contestants before the final reveal of our winners." she winked at you, spinning you around before looping her arm with yours. You knew this was a dangerous game- Wanda and Natasha both had dark looks adorning thier features. They didn't like sharing you, not even in jest. And the feeling was mutual. The women caught everyone's eye no matter where you were, and they often poked at your jealousy. Even when the three of you came to Val's parties, you would only entertain the thought of the two women.

Others had tried to break into your threesomes before but never succeeded. The tension between you three was always palpable, a dance of desire and territorial claim. Val knew the rules and had always respected them, but tonight, she was pushing the boundaries with her playful flirting.

Wanda's eyes narrowed as she watched you with Val, her hand tightening around her crystal ball. Natasha's smile was forced, the vampiric fangs she wore glinting in the light as she took a sip from her goblet. The room grew hot with unspoken emotions, a silent battle of wills playing out.

The music picked up tempo as you watched Natasha strut across the stage, her crimson dress fluttering like the wings of a bat in the moonlight. She stopped in front of Wanda and did a dramatic twirl, her vampiric teeth gleaming as she sunk them into her bottom lip. Wanda, ever the performer, played along, her eyes never leaving yours as Natasha approached her, the scent of the incense Natasha had picked up at the local metaphysical shop swirling around her like a seductive fog.

Natasha leaned in, grasping Wanda by the waist and tiling her backward, exposing the brunette's neck. She leaned in, biting it gently, leaving an imprint of the fake teeth she had been wearing all night. The crowd gasped, but you knew it was all for show. Wanda's eyes never left yours as Natasha did this, a silent challenge dancing within their emerald depths. You felt your heart rate spike, a thrill of excitement and desire coursing through your veins. You tilted your head, almost in a pompous way, a seductive smirk gracing your features.

Your resolve waivered, however, when Val made her way over to the couple- grasping the back of Natasha's neck and whispering something in her ear before pulling Wanda closer, almost kissing her. They knew you would hate this, your hatred of watching someone commandeer them the way you usually did was not foreign to them. And yet, as Natasha's eyes sparkled with mischief, Wanda's with a hint of anger, you felt your desire flare up, a thrill of jealousy turning your cheeks hot.

You sucked in a sharp breath, shooting them both a pointed stare before turning your attention back to the party at hand. Val stalked back to you, leaning into your frame as she began to announce the 4th, 3rd, and 2nd place winners. Your gaze kept wandering over to Nat and Wanda, watching the tension build between them. You felt the anticipation in the air as the music grew more intense, and Val prepared to announce the winning contestant while her hands wandered all over your clothed chest.

The room was alight with whispers and guesses, the excitement reaching a crescendo as Valkyrie dramatically paused, her hand hovering over the envelope containing the first-place winner's name. "And now, for the moment we've all been waiting for!" she shouted, ripping open the envelope with a flourish. "The grand prize goes to..." She scanned the paper, her eyes flickering with amusement. "The Reaper!"

Val winked at you, leaning in towards your ear. "Don't have too much fun with them,"  she quipped. "Save some of your lovin' for the rest of us." Her words were playful, but you felt the underlying tension in the air thicken. You watched as she walked over to the two women, leaning in and kissing Natasha passionately before turning her attention to Wanda.

You felt your blood boil at Val's audacity, she knew better than to try and stake any claim to them without permission. That had always been the rule of these get-togethers. Permission had to be given, and for you three, it was never granted.

As Val pulled away from Wanda, the fortune teller's eyes flickered to yours, the emerald depths swirling with a mix of anger and arousal. Natasha's gaze was equally intense, the hunger in her eyes a silent declaration of war. You stepped forward, the silver scythe gliding through the air as you approached the stage. The crowd parted, creating a path for you, their whispers a symphony of anticipation.

You pushed Val out of the way, staring down the two women with whom you shared the most intimate moments. "Looks like I've got two wayward little souls to collect," you murmured darkly, the corners of your mouth curling up in a sinister smile. The crowd hushed, sensing the sudden shift in the room's dynamic. Natasha visibly gulped at how dark your aura became while Wanda stood with her legs crossed, her eyes dilated with lust at your possessiveness.

You stepped closer to Natasha, your hand reaching up to remove the cape from her shoulders. She trembled under your touch, the fabric sliding off with ease, revealing her crimson dress. "I think it's time for my prize," you said, your voice low and filled with promise. Your hand slid down her arm, the fabric of your glove sending a shiver down her spine as you gently pulled her closer. You leaned in, your breath hot on her neck. "You know what happens to those who don't respect the rules of the game."

She released a breathy gasp, goosebumps erupting where your breath touched her skin. You suddenly pulled away, turning to Wanda, who was further gone than her wife.

"And you, darling..." you glared at the darkened eyes of your other lover, stepping towards her shivering frame. "Are you such an impatient little whore that you have to stand there, legs crossed, to get the friction you want?" You whispered in Wanda's ear, her body visibly responding to your words. "Tell me, Wanda," you began, raising your hand to her neck as you tilted her head, making Natasha's bite mark stand out in the dim light. "Do you think that you should be...punished?" your inflection on the punishment caused a moan to escape her, her eyes pinched shut.

Without waiting for a response, you leaned in and claimed her mouth, your teeth grazing her bottom lip as Natasha watched with a mix of jealousy and arousal. The crowd had gone silent, the music now nothing but a faint background to the scene unfolding on stage. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, her desire palpable. You knew it was a dance you had to perform, a dance of power and submission that the three of you had perfected over the months.

You pulled away, noting that others in the party had started to strip thier partners for the night in various states of intimacy while others watched the three of you. "I think we need to show everyone who you two belong to." You commanded between the two, your grip tightening on Wanda's hip and Natasha's arm. You didn't have to say it out loud; they knew the score.

"I have a surprise for the two of you," you said with a wicked smile as you led Natasha and Wanda to the center of the stage, the crowd that had made its way up part for you like the Red Sea. You had planned this moment for weeks, ever since you heard about the party. You had bought something special for them, a costume that would not only blow their minds but also cement your dominance over them for the rest of the night.

The lights grew dimmer, and the music slowed to a seductive rhythm as if the room itself was holding its breath in anticipation. You sat on the throne that was perched on the highest point of the stage, grasping Natasha by the back of her neck and pulling her in for a searing kiss. You could hear Wanda moan next to you, the passion between the three of you always making the other weak. The audience watched, enraptured by the raw intimacy playing out before them.

You broke the kiss, a smirk playing on your lips as you looked Natasha in the eyes, the intensity of the moment causing her pupils to dilate. "Strip for me," you murmured, your voice low and demanding. The crowd's anticipation grew as Natasha obeyed, her hands moving to the neckline of her crimson dress. She made a show of it as she peeled it away from her body, revealing her full, round breasts, the fabric clinging to her skin for a brief moment before it fell to the floor. Her body was a canvas of desire, already painted with the sweat of the dance and the anticipation of the night ahead as she sat on the right-hand arm of your current seat.

You turned your attention to Wanda, who was seated on the other arm of the throne, reaching up and pulling her down roughly, causing her to fall to her knees in front of you. Her eyes never left yours as you untied the laces of her fortune teller's top, revealing the taut, toned stomach and the lacy lingerie that you knew would make Natasha's mouth water. You watched as Natasha's gaze roved over Wanda's exposed flesh, her teeth biting into her bottom lip as she took in the sight.

"Wanda," you directed, watching her suck her bottom lip in between her teeth. "Take it off," you ordered, your voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo through the room. The fortune teller's eyes smoldered with need as she obeyed, her top falling away and exposing the matching crimson bra beneath. The crowd's whispers grew louder, a symphony of desire and excitement that only fueled your own.

Before you knew it, Wanda was nude on her knees in front of you, and Natasha was bare on your right hand, her own hands wandering over your partially exposed chest. The crowd's whispers grew to a murmur of appreciation, the room a sea of lustful energy. You leaned back on the throne, your eyes taking in the beauty of your lovers, feeling like the king of the world.

"Now," you began, your voice has become deeper and raspier with lust. You grasped one of Natasha's hands, guiding it down towards the newest addition to your repertoire. You motioned for Wanda to lean in, and she did so diligently, resting her cheek on your upper thigh as she watched Natasha's hand as she raked her own up and down your inner thigh. "I want to show you what I've got for you," you whispered, your free hand reaching out and raking through the brunette's hair.

Natasha took the hint, reaching down to the apex of your thighs, feeling the girth that rests between your toned thighs. You looked up as she moaned at the discovery, her breathing becoming audibly heavier. You watched as Natasha's hand began to stroke the length of your fake cock, her eyes never leaving yours as she did so, a silent question in them. You nodded, giving her the go-ahead, and she leaned down, unzipping the fly of your slacks as Wanda unbuckled your belt.

The room was a haze of desire as Natasha pulled out the strap-on you had hidden beneath your costume. It was a sleek, black, and realistic dildo, a symbol of power and dominance in the bedroom that you wanted to use with the women after your first meaningful night together. The crowd watched with bated breath as Natasha held it up, her eyes gleaming with excitement and a hint of trepidation. Wanda looked up at you with a mix of excitement and fear, the thrill of the unknown sparking a fire within her that you hadn't seen in quite some time. There was a red glint in Wanda's eyes as she gazed up and down the length of the toy.

You groaned as Natasha spit onto the tip of the toy, her deft hand working it up and down as Wanda kissed the shaft, as well as your stomach and the exposed portions of your thighs. They were working you to a high quickly, the feeling almost like you had a pulsing cock. The room's anticipation grew as Nat leaned back, placing the toy against her mouth, her eyes locked on yours. She sucked on it, her tongue swirling around the head before she pulled away, leaving it glistening with her saliva.

"I think that someone needs to be punished, sweet girl." You grasp Natasha's chin, gazing into her hazy eyes. They widen when she realizes that you're talking to her. You gesture to Wanda, still on her knees, her eyes dark with want. "Take your punishment," you murmur, and she nods, eager for whatever you have in store for her. "And you," you send a pointed command to the brunette waiting at your side. "Sit still and watch like the good girl I know you are. You know what happens if you don't."

A sneering smile crept across your features as she nodded her head rapidly. "Good girl, Wands. Behave like that, and maybe I'll reward you instead." The room watched in anticipation as Natasha began to work the strap-on around your waist, her hands shaking with excitement as her mouth wrapped around the tip. You could almost swear that it felt like the member was attached, but you chalked it up to the passion of the moment and how good the two women before you looked on thier knees for you.

Natasha continued her relentless assault on the toy that was wrapped around your hips, effectively gagging herself as she prodded the back of her throat with your toy. Wanda's eyes were glued to the scene, her mouth watering at the thought of what was to come. You leaned back, your hand reaching for Natasha's hair, gripping it tightly as you began to rock your hips into her face, the leather of the strap-on creaking with each movement.

The crowd watched with bated breath, the energy of the room palpable as Natasha's moans grew louder around your strap-on, her eyes glazed with lust. You knew she was enjoying this; the power play was a new twist on your usual dynamic, and it was driving her wild. You watched as Wanda's hand slid down her stomach, her fingers delving into her wetness as she watched Natasha's face contort with pleasure.

The music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with your pulse as Natasha pulled away, gasping for air. You leaned down and whispered something in her ear, your hand still tangled in her hair, and she nodded eagerly. You glanced in Wanda's direction, watching as her fingers delved deep into her heat, the passionate sound of her arousal echoing on the stage as her digits buried themselves deep within her tight pussy.

You couldn't be bothered to correct her behavior with the view of Natasha bent over, ass up before you. "You know what to do," you murmured, and Natasha nodded as you tangled your fingers in her now disheveled hair. She took a step back, her hand reaching around to tease her clit as she inched backward, gasping when you slapped her sodden folds with the length of the toy. She moaned and began to rock her hips towards you as she sought more friction. You smirked, stroking the length attached to your hips as her arousal dripped onto the shaft.

With a swift thrust, you pushed into Natasha, her body jolting at the intrusion. She let out a guttural moan, her back arching as you claimed her before everyone. The sight was intoxicating, Natasha's body stretching to accommodate you as Wanda watched with bated breath. You began to move, a slow rhythm that had Natasha's legs trembling and her eyes rolling back into her head. You reached around her, playing with her clit as you fucked her, her moans echoing through the room, as other partygoers similar sounds of passion echoed throughout Val's living room.

Wanda was now standing beside you, her hand buried in between her thighs as she watched Natasha take your toy like a champ. She leaned in, her breath hot on your neck as she whispered, "Fuck me, please," You felt a jolt of excitement at her words, the desire to see her in action taking hold. You nodded, and the hand you had been using to fondle Natasha's right breast slid over Wanda's drenched folds.

Your fingers slid into her slickness, her juices coating your hand as you began to pump her in sync with the rhythm you had set with Natasha. The two of them were a sight to behold, both moaning and writhing before you. Natasha's eyes found yours in the mirrored wall behind the stage, the reflection showing the intensity of her climb to climax. Wanda's hand had moved to your chest, her nails digging into your skin as she rode the wave of pleasure you had started.

The room had gone quiet, the only sound you could hear now was Natasha's grunts and Wanda's whimpers, the slap of the strap-on against Natasha's ass echoing through the space. You could feel the eyes of the others on you, a mix of envy and arousal that fueled your desire. You picked up the pace, Natasha's moans growing more desperate as she pushed back into you, her hand a blur as she pleasured herself.

Using your other hand, you grabbed Natasha's loose hair, pulling her back so her back was now pressed against your front. You leaned down and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, your teeth grazing the shell of it as you felt her pussy tighten around the strap-on. The crowd was a sea of hungry eyes, the room thick with lust as you brought Natasha to the edge of orgasm. You knew they were all imagining themselves in her place, all craving the feeling of your dominance and the power of the toy that was now buried deep within her.

"You feel so good, baby," you rasped into the redhead's ear, her head lolling backward and resting on your shoulder as you deftly switched your hand from her hair to the front of her neck, squeezing ever so slightly. You honestly felt like you could feel her walls tightening on the shaft of the toy, a sensation that was surprisingly erotic despite the barrier of the strap-on. You watched as Natasha's orgasm grew closer, her body tensing as you whispered sweet, dirty nothings into her ear, your hand tightening on her neck, a silent promise of the crescendo approaching.

Wanda leaned in closer, her breathing ragged as she watched Natasha's face contort in pleasure. "Please," she whispered, "please let me come." You smirked, knowing she was close, her hand moving faster as she chased her release. You released Nat's neck, reaching down with your hand and slapping Natasha's ass hard, the sound resounding through the room, causing her to cry out.

"You both know the rules," you panted out, your tone commanding as they both began to reach thier peak. "You don't come without my permission," you whispered, your grip on Natasha's neck returning as she whimpered around your strap-on. You watched Wanda's movements become more and more erratic, knowing this was a battle of wills she was bound to lose.

As Natasha's body tightened around you, her muscles spasming as she reached climax, you felt the room's energy shift. It was as if everyone was holding their breath, waiting for your next move. You pulled out of Natasha with a wet pop, her body slumping forward as you turned to face Wanda, your hand still buried in Natasha's hair.

"Do we want to find out what happens to bad girls who don't follow the rules, malyshka?" You growl at Wanda, knowing she was not far behind the woman who just came without permission. She nodded frantically, her eyes wide with need. You released Natasha, letting her collapse to the floor, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She looked up at you with a mix of relief and regret, knowing a punishment was going to follow.

"Tell me, Wanda," you panted out, trying to catch your breath before you continued. "What do you think her punishment should be?" You didn't wait for Wanda to answer. Instead, you grabbed Natasha by the throat, lifting her to her feet and pushing her to her knees next to the fortune teller. Wanda stepped closer to you, allowing your fingers to slide in deeper as you repeatedly prodded the sensitive spot within her. Your pace picked up, becoming relentless as she withheld her pending orgasm.

"I think..." she began, staring at the sweaty, heaving chest of the woman next to you. "She should watch as you fu...FUCK me," she moaned, her nipples bouncing in front of your face at a tantalizing pace. You smirked, your hand sliding out of her pussy to give her clit a sharp pinch, making her squeal.

"Pretty girls like you don't need to be thinking," you shoved your drenched digits soaked in Wanda's arousal, into Natasha's mouth, forcing her to suck on them as you fucked her mouth with them. "You just need to feel," you murmured, watching Natasha's eyes glaze over with pleasure as she tasted Wanda on you. Wanda's moan grew louder, her hand flying to her own throat, mimicking the grip you had on Natasha's neck, as she felt herself being pushed closer and closer to the edge. "Full. You both just want to be full, don't you? My little sluts."

You turned to Natasha, your hand coming down to her face and slapping it gently, her eyes watering as she nodded eagerly. "Good," you whispered, releasing her throat. "Now, let's get started on that punishment." You turned to Wanda, whose legs were shaking, her eyes begging for release. You stepped back, your cock throbbing with the need to fill one of them. Looking around, you noticed a few pairs of handcuffs resting next to the throne, so you grabbed two of them and quickly handcuffed Natasha's hands to the arm of the throne, leaving her seated next to the chair, unable to pleasure herself.

The crowd was now fully invested, their eyes glued to the three of you as the tension grew. You turned to Wanda, who was still standing before you, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breaths. "You know what you need to do," you said, your voice still low and commanding. She nodded, standing up and straddling your lap, her hands reaching behind her to rest on your thighs as she teased herself with the tip of the strap, her arousal dripping onto your thighs and the length before you.

"Do you feel that, detka?" she leaned in, whispering against your ear. Your gaze shifted to something inquisitive as you stared at her, a mischievous grin sweeping across her features. "I may or may not have..." she moaned as she took the tip and pressed it against herself, just barely penetrating her pussy before lifting herself back off. The feeling seemed to intensify for you, and you weren't sure if it was the performance you three were putting on or the way these two made you feel.

Wand leaned in, her hands now coming to rest on either side of your face. "I want you to feel us, and we want to feel you," she began, kissing you deeply before pulling back. She released your face, guiding the tip back to her soaked entrance as she eased onto the length. "I enchanted the strap, baby," she moaned as you let out a guttural groan at the feeling and the admission.

"Fuck, Wanda," you began, grasping her hips tightly as you helped her take the full length. The sensation was overwhelming, and you felt the pleasure rush over you, the room fading away to nothing but the three of you. Wanda's eyes fluttered shut, her breathing heavy as she began to rock her hips back and forth, the chair creaking with each movement.

You watched as Natasha's eyes grew wider, her breaths becoming pants as she watched the two of you. You reached out with your free hand, stroking her cheek as she leaned in, her mouth open and desperate for your kiss. You denied her, pulling away just as she closed the distance, leaving her panting and desperate for more.

"You want a taste of this?" you taunted, your voice thick with desire. "You'll have to behave," you reminded her, your eyes flicking to hers, a promise of punishment in them. Natasha nodded fervently, her eyes never leaving yours as you began to fuck Wanda in earnest. The strap-on sliding in and out of her, the feeling of Wanda's silky smooth walls clenching around you intoxicating.

You reached down with your free hand, stroking Natasha's wet folds, her eyes rolling back in her head as she moaned at the feeling of your fingers. The crowd had gone wild, their cheers and catcalls egging you on as you brought Wanda closer and closer to the edge. Her nails dug into your shoulders, her breathing shallow as she neared her climax. You could feel her pussy tightening around you, her body begging for release.

"P...please...." Wanda's voice was a breathless whisper as she bobbed up and down on the strap-on. Her body was trembling with need, her orgasm so close it was palpable in the air. You could feel it in the way she clenched around you, in the way her thighs quivered, and in the desperate little sounds she was making. It was driving you crazy, the desire to give in and let her come was almost too much to bear. But you held firm, your hand now on Natasha's throat, keeping her at bay.

"Please..." you mocked Wanda, egging her to beg more. "Please, what?" Her eyes snapped open, and you knew you had her just where you wanted her. "Please, let me come," she begged, her raspy voice barely above a whisper. You could hear the heaviness of her accent slipping through, a dead giveaway that she was beyond ready.

"That's a good girl, Wands. See, Natasha?" you turned your gaze from the panting mess bouncing up and down on your lap to see the blown eyes of the redhead who had shifted so she was on her knees, her knuckles white as she grasped the arm of the chair. She nodded frantically, acknowledging your statement. "This is what happens when you're a good slut," you whispered, watching Natasha's eyes flicker with desire.

Wanda's eyes snapped open, and she looked at Natasha, the two of them sharing a moment of pure, unadulterated hunger. "Come for us," you murmured, your voice thick with the desire that coated the room. And with that, Wanda's body tightened around you, her back arching as she let out a scream that could have shattered glass. You felt the warmth of her orgasm through the toy, and it was all you could do to hold on to Natasha's neck as you watched her ride out the wave of pleasure.

You felt a dripping sensation as you looked down, a devilish grin on your face. Wanda had squirted all over your chest, the makeup now barely present on your chest as the combination of sweat and her arousal had long since worn it off. You looked at Natasha, her eyes glued to the spot between Wanda's legs, watching the show with a hunger that hadn't been there before. You knew that she was desperate to feel that same pleasure, but you weren't quite done with Wanda yet.

You gently lifted Wanda off the length that was nestled between her thighs, a whimper leaving her as the toy left her with a distinctive sloshing. Sliding down off the cushion of the chair, you sat on the ground in front of it, grasping Wanda’s thighs and pulling her towards you. She had no energy to protest, as the sudden shift caused her to lose her balance and brace herself using the arms of the chair as you kissed up to the apex of her thighs. Sliding one hand around to her ass, you cupped one of her cheeks as you pushed her towards your waiting mouth.

Her pussy was a mess of cum and sweat, the scent of her desire intoxicating. You didn't hesitate, burying your face in her folds and licking up the juices that had pooled at her entrance. You heard Natasha whine but ignored her, focusing solely on the trembling form of your other partner. Wanda's legs gave out slightly, but you kept her upright, her back arching as you began to suck and nibble at her clit. The taste of her was divine, and you felt the cock pulse below you.

You reached down, stroking the length with your other hand as you continued to devour Wanda as she hovered above you. The strap-on was slick with her juices, and you couldn't help but revel in the power you had over both of them and moan at the feeling. Natasha watched, her eyes wide with lust as she felt her arousal build once again, unable to touch herself thanks to your earlier punishment.

Wanda's legs began to quiver, her breath coming in gasps as you brought her closer and closer to another peak. The room was a symphony of moans and whispers, the tension palpable as everyone watched the intimate scene unfold before them. You felt Natasha's eyes on you, so you shifted your head so you could look at her while you worked your tongue through her wife's folds. Her eyes were wide with desire, and she was visibly fighting the handcuffs, trying to free herself so she could get some relief.

You chuckled darkly, enjoying the power you had over Natasha's body and the way her chest heaved with frustration. "Do you like watching?" you taunted her, your voice muffled by Wanda's pussy. "You want a taste?" You didn't wait for Natasha to respond before pulling away from Wanda's clit, leaving it pulsing and swollen and her crying out in frustration. You stood up, the strap-on still slick with Wanda's juices, and approached Natasha. She leaned forward, her eyes never leaving yours, as she took the length into her mouth, sucking and licking at her wife's arousal coating the strap.

The crowd watched with rapt attention as Natasha's eyes rolled back in pleasure, her mouth moving with renewed enthusiasm. You smirked, knowing she was desperate to come, her punishment only making her more eager. You reached down, stroking her cheek with the back of your hand as you felt your orgasm building. Wanda's legs were shaking; her eyes glossed over with desire as she watched Natasha service the toy. You pulled the witch up by her chin, kissing her passionately as she kneeled in the seat, her hands resting next to Natasha's. You continued to thrust into Nat's mouth, panting into your kiss with Wanda as the feeling of the spy's tongue against the enchanted toy caused you to quickly approach your climax. You moaned as she pulled away with a pop before fully engorging herself onto the length.

Plunging your other hand back into the soaked depths of Wanda's core, you quickly worked her back up, matching her crescendo as you commanded her to come at the same time as you. You could feel her inner walls clench around your fingers, and Natasha's eyes went wide as she felt the toy throb in her mouth, knowing you were about to climax. With a roar, you came, the force of it pushing Natasha back slightly, the strap-on spurting a stream of sticky cum that hit her in the face. She took it all, her eyes never leaving yours as the warm fluid coated her cheeks and mouth, her tongue eagerly lapping up every drop.

Wanda's knees gave out, and she collapsed onto the throne, her body trembling from the intensity of the shared orgasm. You stepped back, the strap-on still pulsing slightly as Natasha's eyes remained locked on it, her desire unquenched. You reached down, unbuckling the handcuffs, and Natasha's eyes widened in anticipation of what was to come next.

"Now, it's your turn," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you pulled Natasha up from her knees. She stumbled slightly, her legs weak from the prolonged arousal and the recent punishment. Wanda watched with a mix of satisfaction and hunger, her chest still heaving from the powerful climax you had just given her. You led Natasha to the chair, pushing her down so she sat straddled in front of it, her legs spread wide, displaying her wet pussy to the eager crowd. You pushed her face down, burying it into Wanda's pussy as you slammed into the redhead, a loud, guttural moan escaping you as her tight heat enveloped the strap.

The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the trio, as you fucked Natasha with the same intensity that had brought Wanda to her peak. Natasha's muffled moans were music to your ears, her body squirming with each deep thrust, her tongue still working Wanda's clit. The fortune teller leaned back into the throne, her hands tangled in Natasha's hair as she felt another wave of pleasure crash around her.

"Now, Natasha," you growled, pulling her face away from Wanda's pussy. "You've been a good girl, watching and waiting. But I think it's time you got what you've been begging for." You grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her around so she faced the audience, her back pressed against the chair. With one swift motion, you buried the strap-on into her, making her gasp loudly. The room was alive with lust and arousal, the air thick with the scent of sex as the crowd watched you claim her or they pleased their partners.

Natasha's eyes rolled back in her head, her legs spread wide and her back arching as you began to fuck her in earnest. Her moans grew louder with every thrust, echoing through the room, and you could feel the power of your control over her body as she responded to your every move. Wanda watched, her desire rekindling as she saw Natasha's pleasure. "Good girl," you murmured, your voice a low growl of approval. "Take it all for us."

The crowd was entranced, their eyes locked on the three of you as you moved together in a dance of dominance and submission. You could feel Natasha's muscles tightening around the strap-on, her orgasm approaching like a freight train. You leaned in, biting her ear as you whispered, "Cum for us, Natasha. Show them what a good slut you are."

Her eyes snapped open at your words, and she nodded frantically, her moans growing more desperate. You reached around her, pinching her nipples hard, watching as her back arched away from your chest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, Natasha's moans growing louder with each thrust. Wanda leaned forward, her hand slipping between Natasha's legs to rub her clit in time with your strokes. The redhead's eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream as you both pushed her towards her climax.

The room was alive with the sound of passion; the other partygoers had forgotten their own desires as they watched the three of you, the tension in the air crackling like electricity. You felt Natasha's muscles tighten around the strap-on and knew she was close. You didn't relent, instead pushing deeper, your rhythm never faltering. Wanda's hand moved faster, her other hand gripping Natasha's hip as she helped you drive her closer and closer to the edge.

Natasha's eyes rolled back, her body writhing in ecstasy as she approached climax. The sight was too much for some in the audience, and you could hear the faint sounds of others reaching their peaks as they watched the erotic display unfold before them. You leaned in, your breath hot against Natasha's neck as you whispered, "Cum for me, Natasha. Show them how much you love being my little slut."

Her response was immediate, her body tensing as she screamed out her orgasm. The room seemed to pulse with the force of it, the air thick with the scent of sex and desire. You could feel her pussy spasm around the strap-on, her legs quivering uncontrollably as she rode the wave. You didn't stop, keeping your rhythm steady and deep as Natasha's body convulsed in pleasure, her moans echoing through the room.

Wanda's eyes were glossed over with lust as she watched Natasha's climax, her arousal evident in the way she ground against the chair, her hand moving between her legs in a silent testament to her own need. You withdrew the strap-on from Natasha's trembling body, her eyes glazed over and her mouth open in a silent O of pleasure. You turned to Wanda, the toy still pulsing with Natasha's orgasm, and offered it to her, a silent invitation for her to taste her wife's pleasure.

Wanda took it without hesitation, her eyes never leaving yours as she licked the length clean, savoring the taste of Natasha's release. The sight sent a thrill through you, and you knew the night was far from over. You stepped away from the throne, Natasha's legs quivering as she tried to stand before you. You offered her a hand, pulling her to you, before trapping her lips in a scolding kiss. You could feel the power thrumming between the three of you, a heady mix of desire and dominance that was intoxicating.

"Now, Natasha," you murmured against her lips, "it's time for your punishment." You led her to a nearby table, bending her over the edge. The room was still silent, the tension palpable as the crowd watched, eager to see what would come next. You eased the strap back into her, burying it to the hilt before you leaned forward. "I want you to count for me, baby. If you miss a number, we start over. Got it?"

Natasha nodded, her breathing heavy with anticipation. You began to spank her, each slap echoing through the room. With each slap, you delivered a powerful thrust, nailing her G-spot every time. The sound of your hand connecting with her flesh was a symphony of power and passion, and she counted off the numbers, her voice trembling with every thrust. "One... two... three..." The crowd was spellbound, some whispering to each other, others touching themselves, unable to resist the eroticism of the scene.

Wanda, now standing beside you, watched with a mix of love and hunger. She reached out, caressing Natasha's back, her hand gliding down to her ass to feel the heat rising from the spanking. Her desire was evident in the way she bit her bottom lip, her eyes never leaving the spot where your bodies connected. You felt her hand sneak around Natasha's body, her fingers sliding into Natasha's wetness, joining the strap-on in a delicious dance of dominance and desire.

The combined feeling of Natasha's walls clenching around the toy and Wanda's fingers sliding in to join was almost too much for you to bear. You picked up the pace, your hand coming down harder and faster with each number she called out. The crowd watched, their eyes glued to the three of you as the scene grew more intense. You could feel Natasha's body beginning to shake, her voice growing weaker as the pleasure mounted.

"Eigh...nine..." she gasped, her voice breaking on the last number. You stopped abruptly, pulling the strap-on out of her making her whimper. "What was that, Natasha?" you asked, your voice a mix of mock anger and amusement. "Did you forget your place?" She nodded, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes glazed over with desire. You knew she was begging for more, and you were more than happy to oblige.

With a smirk, you leaned down, whispering into her ear, "You know what happens when you're a naughty slut, don't you?" She moaned in response, pushing her ass back against the cold, hard table. You stepped back, admiring the view of her reddened skin and the way her legs trembled with anticipation. You gestured to Wanda, who stepped closer, a wicked glint in her eyes.

The crowd was enamored by the show you three were putting on, captivated by your dynamic. Their eyes were either glued to the three of you, their whispers a backdrop to Natasha's counting, or they were creating thier symphony of moans, screams, and skin slapping as they chased thier highs. You could feel the anticipation in the air, the thrill of watching something so intimate and raw. Wanda's hand joined yours, both of you spanking Natasha in unison, her moans growing louder with each smack. "Ten... eleven..." she gasped, her voice strained.

With each number, your strokes grew more intense, and Wanda's fingers curled inside Natasha's pussy, feeling the wetness that was yours alone to give her. You watched Natasha's body tense, her knuckles white as she gripped the edge of the table. The power in the room shifted, your dominance over Natasha clear as day, and Wanda's submission to your will just as palpable. Her hand in yours, the two of you punished Natasha's ass in a rhythmic dance of pain and pleasure that had the entire room on the edge of their seats.

Natasha's legs began to shake uncontrollably as you delivered blow after blow, as her wife continued to stretch her walls. "Come for us, Nat," you growled, leaning forward so your breath tickled the shell of her ear. "Come like the good little slut you are."

With a final scream, Natasha's orgasm crashed over her, her body collapsing onto the table as Wanda's fingers slid out, and you slid the strap back into her, helping Nat to ride out her orgasm. You could feel her pussy tighten around the strap-on, her muscles pulsing as wave after wave of pleasure rolled through her. You didn't miss a beat, pulling Natasha upright, the strap-on still deep within her. She leaned heavily against you, panting and spent, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

Wanda stepped in front of Natasha, her hand reaching for the toy that was still buried deep inside her. You watched as she began to grind against it, her eyes locking onto Natasha's as she whispered, "Look how good you're taking Y/N, Nat." Natasha's eyes widened, and she nodded, her breathing ragged as she watched her wife's face contort with pleasure. You could feel Natasha's pussy clench around the strap-on with every movement Wanda made, and you knew she was just moments away from another orgasm. You reached around, pinching the redhead's nipples, tweaking them as you pulled her towards you.

"Wait for me, Nat. Don't cum until I say," Wanda's voice growled as she watched, her eyes dark with lust. Natasha nodded, her body a taut bowstring of desire, her eyes pleading for release.

Your thrusts began to grow more erratic, the pleasure building in your core. You could feel Natasha's need, her body begging for more, but you held off, savoring the moment, the power of the scene.

Wanda leaned in, her breath hot on Natasha's neck as she whispered, "Tell us when you're close." Natasha's eyes squeezed shut, her voice barely above a whimper, "Now. Oh god, now." You smirked, giving a final, deep thrust before pulling the strap-on out, leaving her pussy gaping and wet. The audience watched, their breaths bated as Wanda took Natasha's place, straddling the chair with an eager look in her eyes. You didn't waste a moment, sliding the toy back into her, watching as her eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Natasha's hands found their way to her chest, pinching and twisting her nipples in time with your movements, her moans joining the chorus of the room. The sight was more than you could handle, and with a roar, you came, the strap-on spurting a thick load of cum into Wanda's pussy. She moaned her climax building, her body trembling as the warmth coated her skin. You didn't stop, your hips moving in a relentless rhythm as Natasha's hand slipped between her wife's legs, circling her clit as she stumbled over the edge again.

The crowd erupted into applause and cheers, the room vibrating with the energy of the moment. You stepped away from the chair, the strap-on still pulsing as you watched Natasha collapse into Wanda's arms. The two of them kissed, sharing the taste of victory and desire, Natasha's cum mixing with Wanda's arousal. You felt a thrill run through you, watching them together, knowing you were the one who had brought them to this point.

Carefully, you slipped the strap off your hips, the enchanted phallus still twitching from the intensity of the shared release. Natasha and Wanda clung to each other, their kisses deep and hungry, fueled by the aftermath of their public display of submission and dominance. The warm stickiness between Wanda's thighs was a testament to your power, a visual symbol of the pleasure you had wielded so masterfully. You felt a thrill of pride as Natasha looked over at you, her eyes glowing with a mix of love and admiration. You stepped closer, reaching out to cup Wanda's cheek, bringing her attention to you as well. The three of you shared a moment of silent understanding, the power dynamics pulsing between you like an invisible force.

Valkyrie herself approached, her eyes gleaming with a mix of awe and desire. She leaned in close, her breath hot against your ear. "That was quite a performance," she purred. "I never knew you had it in you."

"Back off, Val," you warned your voice a low growl that sent a shiver down Natasha's spine as she clung to Wanda. Wanda's eyes snapped up to meet yours, a hint of jealousy in them, but she quickly softened under your hardened gaze, remembering her place. You turned to the crowd, your chest heaving with exertion, the strap-on still in your hand, dripping with Natasha's cum. "Val, it's never wise to covet what's not yours," you said, a smug smile playing on your lips as you stepped closer to Natasha, who was still trying to catch her breath.

The room went quiet again, the tension thick enough to cut with a knife. You knew everyone was watching, waiting for what would happen next. You reached out, stroking Natasha's cheek with the back of your hand, smearing a line of cum across it. "Let me call the driver, let's get home," you murmured, the softness of your voice a stark contrast to the raw power you had just displayed. You collected the costumes, giving Wanda and Natasha a moment to recover. The crowd parted as you led the way, the air thick with the scent of sex and the electricity of unspoken desires.

"Let us go home and get cleaned up," you start. Natasha and Wanda let out a contented sigh. They nodded in unison, their faces flushed with pleasure and a hint of exhaustion from the intense experience. You wrapped thier coats around them, leading the way out of the party, the sound of the crowd's applause and whispers following you as you exit the grand ballroom.

The cool night air hit your skin, a stark contrast to the heated atmosphere you just left behind. The thrill of the performance was still with you, the power dynamics resonating in your very core. "Thank you," Wanda murmured, her voice barely audible as she leaned into you, her hand finding yours. Natasha walked on your other side, her arm wrapped around your waist, her eyes on the ground, the picture of submissive satisfaction.

As you approached the limo, the driver held the door open, his eyes averted respectfully. You slid into the plush interior, Natasha settling onto your lap, her legs spread wide, inviting Wanda to straddle you both. The door clicked shut, and the car glided into the night, leaving the party and its prying eyes behind. "So," you began, your voice a purr of satisfaction. "What shall we do next?"

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 7 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE Read Pt. 4 HERE Read Pt. 5 HERE Read Pt. 6 HERE

You Say You Want Me, But You Know I'm Not What You Need

Pietro's words weighed heavy on you throughout your work week as you buried yourself in your latest projects. Every time you thought about Wanda, which was more than you cared to admit, the conversation with her brother- and your best friend echoed in your mind. It was like he had peeled back the layers of your defenses and seen right through to the fear that was holding you back. You knew he was right, that you couldn't live your life in fear, but the thought of hurting her was paralyzing.

Friday evening finally rolled around, and with it, the promise of the weekend. You decided to visit the local bar, hoping the noise and the company of strangers would help distract you from your tumultuous thoughts. As you sipped your beer, you watched the crowd, their laughter, and chatter creating a wall of white noise that you wished could drown out the voice in your head. A voice that had been echoing in the depths of your mind since that night you had shared with her.

As you were lost in thought, the door of the bar swung open, and Wanda walked in, looking radiant despite the sadness that still lingered in her eyes. You felt your heart drop as she scanned the room, and when she saw you, she paused, her gaze lingering for a moment before she turned away. You knew you couldn't avoid her forever. You downed the rest of your drink and approached her, your steps feeling heavier with each inch that brought you closer.

"Hey," you said softly, trying to keep your voice from cracking. She turned to face you, her eyes wary but open. "Can we talk?"

Wanda nodded, and you led her to a quieter corner of the bar, the neon lights casting a soft glow on her features. You took a deep breath, trying to find the right words. "Pietro came to talk to me," you began, watching the way her expression tightened. "He's worried about you."

Wanda looked down at her drink, her fingers playing with the condensation on the glass. "I know," she murmured. "I've been avoiding him too." You tried to ignore the pang in your chest, feeling like you had caused this. She was avoiding you, which made sense. But she was also avoiding her brother.

"Wanda," you started, "I need to tell you something." She met your gaze, her eyes searching for something you weren't sure you could provide. "I've been thinking about that night. And what happened between us." She nodded slightly, her expression unreadable. "I'm sorry I pushed you away. I'm just...scared."

She looked up, the sadness in her eyes shimmering with a hint of anger. "Scared of what, Y/N?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

You took a deep, shaky breath, trying to find the right words. "Scared of losing you," you admitted. "Scared of hurting you. Scared of not being enough." You looked down at the table, finding the rough texture suddenly interesting. "My last relationship, it…it was a mess. And it isn't fair to you," you took a deep breath, feeling her hands slide into your nervous ones. "I don't want it to feel like I am taking my issues out on you."

Wanda's grip tightened, giving you a gentle squeeze. "Y/N, I'm not just anyone," she said, her voice firm. "I know you're going through stuff, but so am I. And I know we can work through it together." She paused, her thumb tracing small circles on the back of your hand. "But if you don't want to, if you think we can't, then I'll respect that."

You swallowed hard, looking into her eyes and seeing the hurt you had caused. "It's not that," you said, your voice cracking. "It's just that I've hurt so many people before. And I don't know if I can handle it if I hurt you too."

Wanda leaned in closer, her voice soft but firm. "But what if we don't let fear dictate our future? What if we take a chance, and maybe, just maybe, it's the best thing for both of us? We can also help each other, Y/N."

You felt your resolve wavering, the warmth of her touch and the sincerity in her words reaching deep within you. "I want that," you whispered, "but I'm so scared."

"So am I," she started, gripping your hands tighter to help reassure you. "Your reputation proceeds you, Y/N. Pietro definitely told me a lot about you before you moved here." She took a deep breath, looking into your eyes. "But I've seen a different side of you. One that is kind, caring, and...scared." She gave a small laugh, trying to lighten the mood. "I'm taking a risk, too, you know. I've never felt this way before."

Her confession hit you like a ton of bricks, and suddenly, the bar didn't seem so crowded anymore. It was just you and Wanda, in your own little bubble. "Wanda," you whispered, leaning closer to her, "I can't explain what it is. There is this pull, I just want to be around you. I think about you constantly."

Wanda's smile was faint but genuine. "Then why are we fighting it?" she asked, her voice filled with hope.

You took a deep breath, feeling your chest tighten. "Because I don't know if I can give you what you need," you confessed. "I don't know if I can be the person you deserve."

"Let me decide that, Y/N." Wanda's voice was steady, her eyes unwavering. "You can't live your life assuming the worst."

You searched her eyes, looking for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all you found was a determination that mirrored your own. "I know," you began, leaning back into the booth you were seated in. "I can't help but think the worst. I've been told, over and over that I am the worst. I don't want to find out what will happen if you were to think that too."

Wanda reached out and placed a hand on your cheek, her touch tender and reassuring. "Y/N, I'm not everyone else. I know you better than you think, and I know that you're trying."

You couldn't deny the warmth that spread through you at her touch, or the way your heart skipped a beat when she said she knew you. You leaned into her hand, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. "But what if I'm not good enough?" you murmured, your voice filled with doubt.

Wanda leaned closer, her thumb brushing gently against your cheekbone. "I wouldn't have kissed you in the first place if you weren't, Y/N. You're more than enough," she said, her eyes searching yours. "And if you ever doubt that, I'll be here to remind you."

The bar was a blur around you, the noise fading away as you focused on her. You felt the weight of your decision lighten slightly, the fear of losing her still there but tempered by the hope of what could be. You took a deep breath and nodded. "Promise?"

Wanda leaned in, her breath warm against your cheek. "I promise," she whispered, and with that, she kissed you. It was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the passion of that night under the stars. But it was filled with something else—something deeper, something more profound. It was a promise of understanding and support, of patience and growth.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you kissed her back, feeling the tension in your body melt away. The world around you disappeared, leaving only the two of you in the quiet corner of the bar. The kiss grew more urgent, as you slid your way around the corner booth so your hands could find their way to her waist, pulling her closer. It felt right like you were finally letting go of the fear that had been holding you back.

She pulled away, resting her forehead against yours. "That night," you began, looking into her darkened gaze. "It took everything in me to not walk back over and just kiss you."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, the unspoken words hanging in the air between you. "What stopped you?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"My own crippling fear?" you let out a soft chuckle, feeling the warmth of her breath on your skin. "I didn't want to mess up what we had," you admitted. "And I didn't know if I was ready to deal with the fallout."

Wanda leaned back, her eyes searching yours. "But you are now?" she asked, hopeful.

You took a deep breath, the warmth of her body pressing against yours. "I don't think I ever will be," you said, feeling a newfound sense of determination. "But, I'm ready to try."

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a spark of hope igniting in them. "Okay," she said softly. "Let's take this one step at a time." she winked, "But maybe don't run away from me anymore, yeah?"

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a weight lift from your shoulders. "Deal," you said, smiling. The rest of the night was a blur of laughter and stolen glances, a tentative dance of flirty banter and comforting touches. It was like the universe had taken a deep breath and finally allowed you to move forward.

"Dance?" she asked, standing as the floor began to get more crowded.

You nodded, feeling a rush of excitement. You had seen how she danced before, and the thought of dancing with her had your heart racing. You slid out of the booth, taking her hand in yours and leading her to the dance floor. The music was loud, but it didn't matter. You wrapped your arms around her waist, and she placed her hands on your shoulders, looking into your eyes as you began to move together. It was as if the world had stopped turning, and the only thing that mattered was the way she felt in your arms.

The rhythm of the music was infectious, and before you knew it, you were lost in the moment, your bodies moving in sync. You could feel the chemistry between you, the same spark that had been there the night of your first kiss. But this time, it didn't feel forbidden or wrong. It felt right. As you spun her around, her back now to your front. You leaned down and whispered into her ear. "I'm sorry for pushing you away, for being such a coward."

Wanda leaned back into you, her hands resting on your chest. "You're not a coward," she murmured. "You're just scared."

You pulled her closer, her back pressing against you. "I don't want to be scared anymore," you confessed. "I want to be with you." She ran her hands up your neck, carding through your hair and raking her nails on your scalp. The feeling sent goosebumps across your body.

Wanda leaned her head back against your shoulder, looking up at you. "Then let's not be," she whispered, and you felt the final piece of your wall crumble. The bar's lights flickered and danced in her eyes, casting an otherworldly glow. You bent down and kissed her again, the music swelling around you like a crescendo. It was a kiss that spoke of all the unspoken words, of the fears you had both been holding onto.

You both continued swaying to the music, your bodies fitting together perfectly as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The bar patrons around you melted away, leaving only the pulsing beat and the sound of each other's breaths. Wanda's hand snaked around your neck, her touch sending a warm jolt through your body, and you tightened your hold around her waist. You felt alive, more alive than you had in a long time. She turned around in your grasp, pressing herself up against you.

The music changed, the tempo slowing down, and you two matched it, moving in a sensual rhythm that had your heart racing. Wanda's eyes searched yours, and you knew she could see the conflict within you, the fear and hope battling it out. But she didn't push, she didn't ask for more than you could give. She just danced with you, her body a silent reassurance that you weren't alone.

The night grew later, the crowd thinner, and you found yourselves leaning against the bar, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. Her laughter was music to your ears, and the way she leaned into you made your heart swell with something you hadn't allowed yourself to feel in a long time—happiness.

"Want to get out of here?" Wanda's question was barely audible over the music, but you heard the hope in her voice.

You nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over you. "Yeah," you said, taking a step back to let her lead the way. As you followed her through the crowded bar, you couldn't help but feel like you were being reborn. The night air was cool against your skin as you stepped outside, and you took a deep breath, feeling it fill your lungs with a newfound sense of freedom.

"I guess I'll see you at home?" you asked, knowing you both brought your own cars. Wanda nodded, a shy smile playing on her lips. "Yeah, unless you want to come over?" The question hung in the air, filled with a tentative hope that had your heart skipping a beat.

"Sure," you laughed. "I'll be over once I change out of this," you motioned towards your work attire, wiggling your eyebrows.

"Actually," she started, biting her lip as she pulled you into her with your disheveled tie. "I was hoping I could help with that..." The look in her eyes was hopeful, tinged with lust. "Unless you want to wait, that is."

You felt your heart thud in your chest, the warmth of her body making your head swim with desire. "No," you murmured, your voice thick with want. "I don't want to wait. I think we've done enough of that.”

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 6 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

A/N: Sorry it's been taking so long between updates, y'all. My life got craaaaaazy messy of late, and now I'm struggling to even cover basic bills. I try to write when I can. Much love, y'all.

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 2.7K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE Read Pt. 4 HERE Read Pt. 5 HERE

I Need to Heal What I Inflict

Your eyes widened in surprise, but you didn't pull away. The kiss was soft and gentle, like the brush of a butterfly's wing, and it sent a jolt of electricity through your body. You hadn't felt anything like this in so long, and for a moment, you forgot about the pain and the fear. Her lips tasted faintly of the wine she had been sipping, and you felt yourself leaning into her, into the warmth and comfort she offered.

Wanda broke the kiss, looking at you with a mix of uncertainty and hope. "Did I...?" she began, but you didn't let her finish. You reached out and pulled her back to you, your own hands trembling slightly. This time, the kiss was more urgent, more needy, as if you were trying to decipher how wrong or right this was.

As your mouths moved together, you felt the tightness in your chest begin to ease. You had missed the feeling of someone caring about you, someone who didn't just see the tough exterior you had constructed. Wanda's hand slid around your neck, pulling you closer, her fingers tangling in your hair. You responded in kind, your hands moving to her waist, feeling the warmth of her body through her shirt.

When the need for air became more apparent, you separated, a newfound tension lingering in the air. You felt your heart pounding in your chest, unsure of what to make of the sudden shift in your friendship. Wanda's hand remained on your neck, her eyes searching yours as if looking for an answer to the unasked question.

"We..." you began, shutting your eyes and turning your head slightly away from hers. "We probably shouldn't do this."

Wanda's hand remained on your neck, her thumb stroking gently. There was a slight crack in her voice. "Why?"

You took a deep breath, trying to find the words. "Because we're friends," you managed, feeling the heat of your cheeks. "And I don't want to mess that up. I don't have a great track record with these things, Wanda. One of us, or both of us will end up hurt."

Wanda studied you for a moment, the silence stretching out between you like a tightrope. Then, she leaned in and whispered, "But what if we're more than friends, Y/N?" Her eyes searched yours, looking for a spark of hope. "What if we could be good together?"

A deep sigh escaped your lips as you slid your hands down from her neck to her thighs. "Wanda," you said, trying to keep your voice steady, "I'm not saying we couldn't be. I just don't know if I can be good for anyone right now. I'm still...fucked up."

Her grip tightened slightly, and she leaned in closer. "You're not the only one with issues," she whispered, her breath warm against your ear. "But maybe we can help each other out."

You pulled away, trying to ignore the hurt in her eyes. "Wanda, it's inevitable. I will hurt you. And when that happens, it won't just be you I lose."

Her expression was a mix of confusion and sadness, but she didn't move her hand away. "But what if it's worth it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we're worth the risk?"

"If we're worth the risk, then we will be worth the wait, Wanda." You took a deep breath and placed your hand over hers, giving it a gentle squeeze. "But right now, I'm still trying to fix the mess I made. I don't want to drag you into it."

Wanda looked at you, her eyes searching for the truth in your words. "You can't do it alone, Y/N." Her voice was steady, but you could feel the tremble beneath the surface.

You nodded, understanding the gravity of what she was saying. "I know. But I need to sort myself out before I can be what you deserve." You leaned back, the swing rocking slightly with the movement. "I've hurt too many people. I don't want to add you to that list." She leaned back, her back somewhat slamming into the back of the swing. You could tell she was frustrated, but you meant every word. You would hurt her. And if you hurt her, you would lose not just her, but Piet and yourself. The guilt would eat you alive.

Wanda's eyes searched yours, a silent argument playing out between you. The night was quiet around you, the only sound was the distant murmur of the party and the occasional laugh. "Okay," she finally said, her voice a little shaky. "But I'm not going anywhere." You gave her a soft smile, trying to reassure her as best as you could. Internally, you were proud of yourself. You had just friend-zoned someone you would have jumped into bed with in a heartbeat, to better yourself and the relationships around you.

The silence grew thick again, but it wasn't uncomfortable. It was the kind of silence that comes after a deep revelation, one that is filled with unspoken words and understood feelings. You sat on the far end of the swing, a safe distance between the both of you. Wanda slid towards you, resting her head on your shoulder. The swing swayed gently, the chains creaking in a rhythm that soothed your racing thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." Wanda's voice was muffled against your shoulder, but you heard the pain in her words.

You wrapped your arm around her, holding her close. "You do not need to be sorry," you whispered. "This isn't about blame. It's about what's right for us. Right now, we aren't going to be right."

Wanda nodded, her head still resting on your shoulder. "I know," she murmured. "But I just want you to be happy."

You kissed the top of her head, the action feeling surprisingly natural despite the tension between you. "I know you do," you said. "And I am okay for right now, Wanda. I'm just...complicated."

Wanda sighed, her body relaxing slightly against yours. "Okay," she murmured, her voice sounding defeated. "But I'm still here. Don't push me away."

You nodded, tightening your arm around her. "I know," you said, feeling a pang of regret. "And I'm not pushing you away. I just need some space to figure things out."

Wanda suddenly stood, walking away from you without a second glance. "Ok, Y/N. You can have your space." She sighed, walked away, went inside her home, and shut the door behind her.

You felt the swing swaying gently in the quiet night air, alone once again. You watched her retreating figure, feeling the weight of your words settling heavily upon you. You knew she was hurt, but you also knew that you had to be true to yourself. You needed to work through your mess before you could let anyone else into your life. With that, you rose from the swing, walked to the gate on the side of her house, and made your way home.

The walk seemed longer than you remembered, your mind racing with thoughts of Wanda, your feelings, and the future of your friendship. The cool night breeze brushed against your skin, carrying whispers of distant laughter and music from a party down the street. It felt like the world was moving on without you, spinning in a dance of happiness and connection that you were afraid to join.

When you arrived at your front door, you pushed it open, the quiet was a stark contrast to the buzz of the outside world. You leaned against the door, feeling the cold wood under your palms. For a moment, you just stood there, listening to the silence and contemplating the conversation that had just taken place. You had never felt so torn between your desires and your fears.

You released a deep sigh, sliding down the front door and allowing your emotions to swallow you whole.

You woke up on the floor by your front door, your face dry and caked in the tears you had shed after you shut the barrier to the outside world. The house was dark, except for the faint light spilling from the crack under your bedroom door. You knew you should go to bed, and try to get some sleep, but your mind was racing. The kiss replayed over and over in your head, and you couldn't shake the feeling of Wanda's body pressed against yours. You didn't know how to feel about it—whether it was a mistake or something beautiful. You felt a tug of regret for pushing her away, but also a sense of relief that you had maintained the boundary.

It was also taking everything within you to resist going over to her house and knocking on her front door and just kissing her again, reassuring her that this wasn't the ending before anything had started. But you knew you had to stick to your decision. For both of your sakes. She deserved that. She deserved someone more stable than you. She deserves better.

Your thoughts raced as you stalked through the hallways to your bedroom. You could feel the weight of the conversation in your chest, a heavy burden that seemed to follow you with every step. You closed the door behind you and sat on the edge of your bed, the room spinning slightly around you. You felt like you were in a whirlwind of emotions and you had to hold on tight to keep from getting swept away.

You took a deep breath, trying to calm yourself down. You knew that you had made the right decision, but it didn't make it any easier. Wanda was becoming your best friend, someone who was proving to be there for you, and the thought of losing her was unbearable. But you also knew that you couldn't give her half of yourself, not when she deserved so much more. You needed to figure out who you were and what you wanted before you could even think about letting someone else into your heart.

-3 WEEKS LATER-

It had been weeks since you had talked to Wanda. Every time you saw her, she would make a beeline inside, or to her car, but always away from you. The awkwardness between you was palpable, and it hurt more than you could admit. The night at hers had been the last time you had any real interaction, and it felt like a lifetime ago. You missed her laugh, the burning that her touch left behind, and the comfort she brought you. But you knew you had to stick to your guns.

"Hey, Y/N." Pietro came walking up your driveway as you were working in your garage, knocking out some of the regular maintenance on your car. You hadn't seen Wanda's brother in a while, and his sudden appearance was a bit jolting.

"Hey, Piet." You tried to keep your voice casual, but the tension was undeniable. You hadn't seen him much either, not since you had put the brakes on any chance of a relationship with Wanda. You couldn't help but wonder if he knew about the kiss.

"How's it going?" he asked, leaning against the open garage door. His eyes searched yours, and you knew he wasn't just asking about the car. "You disappeared again."

You took a deep breath and wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your hand. "Just trying to keep busy," you said, hoping he wouldn't push for more. You didn't know if you were ready to talk about Wanda with him. If he knew.

"I wanted to ask you something, Y/N." He stepped into the garage, his eyes focused on you as you tried to ignore the way your heart was racing. "Is everything okay with Wanda?"

You tensed, gripping the wrench tighter. "What do you mean?" you asked, playing dumb.

Pietro sighed. "Look, I know she's been distant since the night you both hung out. And she won't tell me what happened, but I know something did." His gaze was earnest. "You guys are my best friends. She's my sister. If something is going on, I just want to make sure you're both okay."

You set the wrench down, wiping your hands with a rag. You exhaled, trying to debate within yourself on how to approach this conversation. "I don't know, Piet," you began, turning around so you wouldn't have to face him.

"Don't lie to me," he said firmly. "Wanda's my sister, and she's been moping around here for weeks. If you hurt her, I'm not going to be happy."

"She kissed me, Piet."

The words hung in the air, heavy and filled with emotion. You could feel his eyes on you, waiting for an explanation. You took a deep breath and turned to face him, the garage lights glinting off his concerned gaze.

"And?" he asked, his voice low and measured. "What happened after that?"

"We kissed some more," you began, running your hands through your hair. "But I stopped it. Told her I couldn't be with her, not right now." You felt a lump form in your throat as you talked about it, the memory of her sadness still fresh. Your eyes began to water at the memory of that night. "I'm not ready, Piet. Not after my last relationship, and not after Westview."

His annoyed gaze faltered, taking in your distress over the situation you found yourself in.

"I care about her, Piet. A lot. I can't hurt her. And I know me, I will hurt her. So it's best I stay away. If... if I hurt her..." You stopped to take a deep breath, allowing yourself to try and collect your thoughts. "If I hurt her, I will lose everything. Her, you, and myself."

Pietro studied you, his eyes searching for any signs of deceit. "Why do you think you'll hurt her?" His question was direct, cutting through the silence.

You released a disgruntled breath, some of the tears that had built in your eyes daring to fall to the car below. "Piet, come on," you started. "It's me. I ruin everything."

Pietro stepped closer, his hand reaching out to grab your shoulder. "That's not true," he said firmly. "You've been through a lot, sure. But you're not a monster. You're not going to ruin everything."

You looked up at him, the weight of your fears threatening to crush you. "But what if I do?" you whispered. "What if I hurt her without meaning to? I'll lose my best friend and someone who I can see myself with for a long time. As well as myself."

Pietro's grip on your shoulder tightened slightly. "Y/N, you can't live your life in fear of what might happen. You're not a fortune teller, you don't know the future." He paused, his eyes never leaving yours. "But if you do care about her, and if you think you guys could be something, you owe it to her to at least try. And if it doesn't work out, then you deal with that when you get there. As far as I'm concerned, I'll be mad, but we are best friends, Y/N. As long as you don't do things to intentionally hurt my sister, I won't have to kill you." He finally let a wry smile creep across his features.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the tension in the room dissipating slightly. "Thanks for the vote of confidence," you said, taking another deep breath. "But I don't want to hurt her."

Pietro nodded, his expression understanding. "I get it. But sometimes, you need to take a risk for the people you care about. Love, if that's what it evolves into, will hurt." He leaned back against the car, his arms folded over his chest. "Wanda's a tough cookie. She can handle it if you guys talk about it."

You took a step back, wiping the tears away from your eyes with the back of your hand. "Maybe," you murmured, the hope in his voice resonating with you. "But what if I'm just not ready?"

"Then tell her that," Pietro suggested- his hand still on your shoulder. "Wanda's a big girl. She'll understand. But don't push her away because you're afraid of what might happen. That's not fair to her, or to you."

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Tell Me Your Limit and We'll Cross the Line Again

You were a successful leader of a criminal empire. Your girlfriend was a successful tease, especially when you are halfway around the globe.

AN: Welp, this one is a doozy. Prepare, my precious!

TW: smut, daddy kink, strap-on sex, teasing, spanking, insertion, edging, restraints, mirror sex, poorly translated Italian, sub Wanda, uhhh yeah. Think that's it.

Word Count: 5.2K

Spit Your Love on Me

"You'll find out," you said, your voice a dark rumble as you removed the dildo from her pussy. She whined at the sudden void she felt between her thighs as you flipped her onto her hands and knees, her legs spread wide open, revealing the glistening evidence of her arousal. You saddled up behind her, placing the dildo at her mouth. "Clean it," you ordered, your voice thick with dominance. She took it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, tasting herself on it. You watched her with a mix of desire and satisfaction, knowing she enjoyed the act almost as much as you enjoyed making her do it.

Once the toy was clean to your liking, you tossed it aside and leaned over her, your voice hard and demanding. "Now, for the main event," you whispered, your eyes dark with intent as you reached for her wrists, binding them to the bedpost with the velvet restraints you had bought for moments like these. Your rock-hard nipples brushed along her back as you positioned her how you wanted. She squirmed under your touch, her body eager for the next round of punishment. Her bare body was covered in goosebumps, the cold air of the room contrasting with the heat of your desire.

You grabbed a flogger from the bedside drawer, the leather tails whispering against your palm as you trailed it down her spine. She shivered, her eyes fluttering closed. "Look at me," you demanded, your voice a low growl. Her eyes snapped open, and she met your gaze, her pupils dilated with lust. You brought the flogger down on her back, the sound of leather meeting flesh echoing through the room. She gasped, her eyes never leaving yours as you delivered another strike and another, the pattern of red lines forming a beautiful tapestry of dominance and submission.

You suddenly untied her wrists, a confused look on her face. Pointing at the mirror across the room, your eyes show her that there is no room for her to disobey your non-verbal command. Wanda's heart races as she understands your unspoken instruction. She shakily gets up from the bed, the coldness of the room making her nipples harden. She stands in front of the mirror, her legs wobbly as she watches your reflection join her, your eyes never leaving hers.

"Ora," you began, the low roll of your tongue making her eyes close as you spoke your native tongue. You grasp her jaw, causing a gasp to leave her lips as her eyes reopen to look at you in the mirror. "Cattiva ragazza, are you going to behave for me? Are you going be a good puttana for me?"

Her eyes widened slightly at your harsh language, but she nodded eagerly, her voice hoarse from the earlier screams of pleasure. "Sí, Papi," she breathed out, the words sounding like a prayer. You groaned at her speaking, even when she spoke the smallest phrases in your native tongue, it drove you wild.

"Don't cum until I tell you so, bambina," you growl, leaning down so your hot breath tickles her ear. Wanda's eyes widen in the mirror, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she nods her understanding. She knew the punishment was far from over. You grabbed the flogger again, the leather tails dancing in your hand as you traced them over her body, watching her flinch with anticipation.

Her body wiggled and squirmed as you watched from behind, staring at her as she watched in the reflection. You trailed the flogger down her back, the leather leaving a warm, tingling path across her skin. "You're going to watch me fuck you," you whispered, your voice a dark promise. "You're going to watch yourself take everything I give you, and you're going to love it."

With a flick of your wrist, you brought the flogger down across her shoulders, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head. The sound of leather slapping against flesh was like music to your ears, a sweet symphony that played out in time with her gasps. Each stroke grew harder, each hit more precise, as you painted a picture of pain and pleasure across her body. She bit her lip to hold back her screams, the anticipation of you inside her growing with every smack.

With each hit, she grew wetter, her body begging for release. But you had other plans. You slammed into her, your fingers hitting her G-spot with a precision that made her scream. She bucked against you, her orgasm building, but you stopped, your other pressing down on her lower abdomen, holding her still. "Not yet," you whispered, your eyes on her in the mirror. "You need to learn patience."

Her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes pleading in the reflection. "P-please, Papi," she whimpered.

"No, bambina. Devi imparare la lezione e imparare un po' di pazienza. Avevo una sorpresa per te, ma sei andato e l'hai rovinata con la tua piccola trovata."

With a flick of your wrist, you picked up the pace of your flogging, watching as her body danced under the assault of leather on skin. Her moans grew more desperate, her hips thrusting back to meet your strokes. The sight of her writhing in pleasure and pain was exquisite, and you knew she was close to the edge again.

Withdrawing your fingers from her heat, she whined at the loss as you leaned over her, your chest pressing against her back. "Look at yourself," you whispered, your breath hot against her skin. "Look how much you want this."

Her eyes found yours in the mirror, and she saw the fiery lust in them, the need to dominate and claim. You stepped back, grabbing the flogger again, the leather thudded against the floor as you held it tightly. "Now," you said, your voice a command. "Beg for it. Beg for what you want, Bellissima."

Wanda's eyes never left yours in the mirror as she whispered, "I want you, Papi. I want to cum for you."

"E tutto? Tesoro, I know you can do better." You began dragging the leather tails across her bare skin, your other rubbing up and down her back and thighs. Her body quivered under your touch, her breath hitching in her chest. You watched as she tried to keep her composure, her eyes flickering between the mirror and you.

"P-please," she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper. Tears were beginning to stream down her cheeks. "Please, let me cum for you, Papi."

A hum is the only response she gets as you stand from your position behind her. Her eyes in the mirror are filled with desperate longing, and you know she's right there, balancing on the precipice of obedience and rebellion. You can almost feel her pulse racing, her thoughts swirling with need and frustration. The flogger is laid aside, and in its place, you pick up a riding crop, the leather handle cold in your hand as you bring the tip down to trace a line along her spine. She shivers, her breath catching in her throat.

"Look at yourself," you murmur, your voice a low, seductive rumble in the quiet room. "Look at how much you want it, yet you can't even tell me what you need." The crop travels lower, caressing the curve of her ass, the gentle touch a stark contrast to the earlier punishment. Her eyes widen as you bring it down, a sharp sting following the tender touch. "You're mine," you say, your voice a mix of affection and dominance. "You're going to come when I tell you to." You trace the crop over the other side of her ass before dragging it down, tracing her now dripping folds with the folded leather.

Wanda's eyes are locked on yours in the mirror, her pupils dilated and pleading. "Please, Papi," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the screams of pain and pleasure that have filled the room so far. You smirk at her reflection, the power in your gaze unyielding. "I need to feel you inside me."

You don't respond. Instead, you glide the riding crop along her slit, watching as the leather glistens with her arousal. Her body jolts at the sensation, and she lets out a small moan. You bring the crop down with a swift snap, the sound echoing in the room as it connects with her clit. She cries out, her back arching, her body desperately seeking relief. But you don't give it to her, not yet. You enjoy watching her squirm, the way her legs tremble as she fights the urge to come.

Deciding you were going to push the woman before you, the crop was tossed over to the bed as you pulled out a different harness and strap. You situated the leather and toy before going back to her, with her head hanging as she fought to keep herself up, all four of her extremities were shaking and trembling. You grasped her hair, pulling her head up to look back at you once more.

"You will watch, and you will not cum until I say. Intesa?"

She nods, her words failing as you let go of her hair, lowering yourself down and laying on your back, sliding underneath her. You wrapped your arms around her thighs, pulling her down onto your face, your palms resting on her stomach to be able to push her off when she got too close. Wanda's eyes go wide, realizing what you were about to do. She had never felt so exposed, so vulnerable, and yet so aroused. She watched in the mirror as you began to work your magic, your tongue sliding through her folds, tasting her sweetness. Her legs began to shake as you found her clit, flicking it with the tip of your tongue, making her gasp.

Her eyes remained glued to yours in the reflection, the intensity of the moment making it feel as if you were connected by an invisible thread, pulled taut with desire. The feel of your mouth on her was heavenly, but the sight of you, the woman she had missed so much, the one who owned her body and soul, the one who was about to make her come again, was almost too much to bear.

You began to lick her clit with long, slow strokes, her eyes widening with each one. Her breath came out in short, sharp gasps, her body trembling as she watched your tongue flick against her swollen bud. You knew exactly what you were doing, the muscle pressed flat against her sodden sex, and the way your eyes never left hers in the mirror only made it more intense. The anticipation grew, a coil of pleasure tightening in her belly, and she could feel the orgasm building, ready to crash over her.

Feeling her abdomen tighten, you knew she was close. With a swift push, her body was lifted off of your face, her arousal dripping down your cheeks and chin as she moaned at being so close to her release. "Fuck, Y/N!" she half moaned, half screamed in her pent-up frustration.

You ignored her desperate pleas, standing up from the floor and walking over to the bed. You knew the sight of your wet face and the desire in your eyes would drive her wild. "Look at yourself," you instructed, pointing to her reflection. "You're so close, but not yet."

Wanda's eyes remained on yours as you moved around the room, picking out the next implement of your choice. The anticipation was killing her, her body thrumming with need. You returned with a pair of handcuffs, the metal cold against her wrists as you secured them before pulling her up to you by her waist. You easily hoisted her up, carrying her back to the bed, tossing her down before restraining her hands to the bed frame, leaving her body spread out and exposed.

With a smirk, you picked up a small handheld mirror from the bedside table, positioning it just so she could see herself in it. Her breasts bounced with every breath she took, her chest heaving with anticipation. You straddled her, the leather of your harness pressing into her stomach as you leaned down to whisper in her ear, "You're going to watch everything I do to you, Wanda. And you're not going to come until I say so."

She vehemently shook her head, watching as you moved to grab a different flogger, a new one she hadn't seen you use before. You spun the toy in your hands, admiring it before returning your gaze to the woman before you. "See, this was part of the surprise, amore," you began. The cool glass handle of the toy rested in your palm as you moved it around just enough to cause the leather falls to rustle against one another.

Just as she had been temporarily lulled by your actions, you brought the black leather down in contact with her bare stomach before bringing it down to her leaking pussy. She jolted, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. The leather kissed her skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. You watched her face, the way her pupils dilated, and her mouth fell open in silent moans as you painted a picture of pain and pleasure across her body.

"You see, this one is special, baby," you began, your voice a mixture of dominance and excitement as you held up the flogger with a flourish. "It's going to make you scream, but I think it's going to make you wetter than you've ever been. And once I see how wet I can get you with it," your hands grasp the leather tails, causing the heavy handle to land harshly onto her clit. Leaning over, you watch as her eyes fly open to you. "Once that happens, I can fuck you with it. And when that happens, I'll fuck you until you can't cum for me anymore. Since you wanted it so bad."

Wanda's eyes widened with fear and excitement as you began to flick the flogger against her sensitive skin. The strokes grew stronger and more deliberate with each passing moment, and she could feel the orgasm building inside of her again. She tried to keep her eyes on yours, but the arousal was too much, and she had to look away, focusing on the wall instead. But you weren't satisfied. You grabbed her chin, forcing her to watch as you brought the flogger down, the leather leaving red marks on her skin. "Look at yourself," you demanded, directing her face to the mirror once more,  your voice a growl. "Look at how much you love this." You swiped your fingers through her folds, collecting an ample amount of her essence before you forced your drenched fingers into her mouth.

The taste of her arousal was almost too much to handle as she watched her face in the mirror contorted with pleasure and pain. Her eyes watered as you slapped her with the flogger again, this time aiming for the most sensitive areas. She could feel the orgasm building, but she knew better than to let it happen without your permission. She bit down hard on your fingers, the pain mixing with the pleasure as she struggled to hold back. You smirked, watching her in the reflection, enjoying every second of her torment.

You pulled your hand away, and she felt a cold rush of air against her wetness before you slammed the flogger down again. She gasped, her eyes squeezing shut despite your earlier command. The leather met her skin with a wet smack, leaving behind a trail of fire that seemed to dance with the earlier stings. She knew you were enjoying this, watching her try to be good, watching her body betray her as it begged for release. You tauntingly inserted your finger into her heat, enjoying how hard her body clenched down as it tried to disobey.

Her breath was coming in ragged pants now, her eyes flickering between the mirror and the hand holding the flogger. You could see the desperation in her eyes, the way she was trying to hold back. "Look at yourself," you instructed, your voice firm. "Look at how much you want to cum for me. E' un peccato, veramente," you tut, dragging the straps across her stomach, enjoying watching her muscles flex underneath.

Wanda's eyes snapped to the mirror, her gaze locking onto yours in the reflection as you brought the flogger down again. The pain was intense, but it was the promise of what was to come that had her pussy clenching around your fingers. "Lasciami sentire, amore mio. Cosa vuoi?" her head tossed around, her inability to answer was obvious. "Color, amore?"

She looked around before her eyes settled on you. "Green, baby." she moaned as she gazed at you, her eyes lidded and hazy. "So fucking green," she gasped out, her wrists moving in the cuffs as she tried to reach towards you.

You smirked, knowing that meant she was okay to continue, that she was enjoying the pain. You felt your arousal spike, knowing that you had her just where you wanted her. "That's my good girl," you murmured, bringing the flogger down harder this time. The sound of leather slapping against flesh was music to your ears, and you watched as her body reacted, her back arching off the bed, her breasts bouncing with each stroke.

Leaning down to her, you held her gaze as you took one of her rosy nipples in your mouth, sucking and nipping before swirling your tongue around it to soothe the reddened skin. Her eyes rolled back, and a moan tore from her throat as she felt your hand between her legs, sliding down to her clit. You began to rub in slow, deliberate circles, the flogger still in your other hand, the leather brushing against her thighs and stomach with every movement.

You watched her reaction from above, her body writhing under your touch, her eyes glazed with need. You could see the tension building in her, her muscles tensing as she tried to hold back the inevitable. With a wicked grin, you whispered, "Beg for it, Wanda. Tell me how badly you want it." Her eyes snapped to yours, desperation and longing written all over her face.

"I want it, Papi. I need it," she moaned, her voice strained and needy. "Please let me cum. Per favore, amante." She knew what this would do to you. Growling at her words, you tweaked her nipple as your other hand drug the flogger down, the straps falling all over her heaving chest to her flexed stomach that was tinted pink from the earlier abuse. You lifted it, bringing it down swiftly against her dripping slit, her arousal now creating a dark spot on the sheets beneath you.

Her body jerked at the sudden contact, the pain mixing with pleasure and sending her closer to the edge. She could feel the wetness pooling around her, and she knew you could feel it, too. "Look at me, tesoro," you demanded, and she did, her eyes locking onto yours in the mirror once more. "Say it again," you ordered, the leather of the flogger resting against her throbbing clit. You raised it once more, bringing it down in contact with her skin.

"Fuck!" she screamed out, her breathing heavy. "P-please, Papi. I need to cum. I need it so badly," she begged, her hips moving in a silent plea for release. You could see the struggle in her eyes, the war between the pain and the pleasure, the need to submit, and the desire to come. It was a dance of power and passion, and you reveled in it.

"Not yet," you murmured, a hint of amusement in your voice as you brought the flogger down in a gentle caress, the leather stroking her skin like a lover's touch. You knew the sweet torment was driving her wild, the anticipation building into an unbearable crescendo. Her whimpers grew louder, her body tensing and releasing in a rhythm that matched the beating of your own heart. You began to tease her folds with the handle of the flogger, prodding at her heat, driving her further into her headspace. "Color, my love?"

Her eyes shot to yours, and she managed a shaky nod. "Green," she breathed out, her voice strained with desire.

"Good," you murmured, setting the flogger aside in favor of feeling the wetness between her legs. You spread her open, watching her intently as your fingers slid inside her, feeling the tightness of her walls clamp down around you. She moaned, her eyes never leaving yours as you began to move in a steady rhythm, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge she was so desperately trying to hold back.

The sound of your fingers moving in and out of her filled the room, mixing with her gasps and moans. You leaned down, capturing her mouth with your own, your tongue invading her as you claimed her with each stroke. You could feel her body tighten around you, the orgasm threatening to overtake her as your thumb found her clit and began to circle it in time with your movements. She broke the kiss, panting heavily as she tried to form words, "P-Papi, please," she begged, her eyes wide and pleading in the mirror.

You suddenly withdrew, enjoying her whines and mewls as the emptiness and orgasm fell away from her. A cold laugh left you as you watched the sight before you. She was pathetically desperate; her legs spread wide open and trembling with need. The head of your strap brushed against her clit, the leather of your harness creating a friction she hadn't felt yet. "Look how wet you are for me," you murmured, your voice a dark caress that sent shivers down her spine. "I can't wait to see what this looks like inside of you." you grasp the flogger, once again prodding her entrance, causing her to gasp at the sudden temperature change. You watched as the glass handle was slowly swallowed by her greedy entrance.

Wanda's eyes grew wide as the leather kissed her skin, the anticipation making her body tighten around the toy you've inserted. You smirked, with her watching as you began to work the flogger handle in and out of her heat. "Look at how eager you are," you whispered, the leather stroking her insides with each pull back, the coolness of it causing her to quiver and moan with every thrust forward. "It's like you were made for this," you murmured, your eyes never leaving hers.

The sloppy sound of the glass moving in and out of her grew wetter and wetter, the slap of the leather against her thighs echoing through the room. "I need more," she whispered, her voice a desperate plea. "I need all of you. I need to feel you, please."

"And you will," you promised, your voice low and seductive. "Patience, my love." You withdrew the handle, watching her pussy clench around it as she felt it slowly slide out of her. She let out a whine of protest, her eyes never leaving yours. You pushed the handle back in, this time with a little bit more force, her breath suddenly leaving her as you pounded into her with the glass.

Her eyes rolled back into her head, her hips bucking against you as you began to fuck her with the handle, your eyes never leaving her body as she arched from the bed, the handcuffs clanking against the headboard as she writhed beneath you. Her breaths were coming in short gasps, and her legs were trembling with the effort of keeping herself up.

"Look at me," you demanded your voice a dark whisper that sent a shiver down her spine. She forced her eyes open, meeting yours as you towered over her, and the intensity of your gaze sent a jolt of pleasure through her. You leaned closer, placing your other hand on her chin, forcing her to hold your gaze as you worked her closer to the edge. "You're going to cum for me all over this dildo," you murmured, your thumb brushing against her clit as you watched the ecstasy play out on her face. "And then, I'll fuck you properly, amore."

Wanda could feel the pressure building, her body begging for release, but she held on, her eyes never leaving yours. The dildo's base was coated in her wetness as you pumped it in and out of her, each thrust hitting her g-spot with precision.  "P-Papi, I'm... I'm..." she stuttered, her breath catching in her throat as the orgasm grew closer.

"That's right, baby, be a good girl for me. Cum." The words were a soft command, but Wanda felt them resonate through her core. A sudden gush of wetness coated your arm as you continued to work her through her high. Her moans grew louder, her eyes never leaving yours in the mirror, even as the tears continued to flow. You watched as she took the last few strokes, her body trembling and shaking as she climaxed hard around the handle of the flogger again.

Withdrawing it, you tossed the flogger to the side, not breaking eye contact as you leaned in and kissed her neck, her breath still coming in ragged gasps. "You did so well," you murmured against her skin, the sweet taste of victory in your voice. She nodded, her eyes glazed over as the aftershocks of pleasure rolled through her. "Do you have one more, Tesoro?"

Her eyes snapped to yours, determination setting in. "Yes," she breathed, her voice a shaky whisper. You smirked, knowing you had won this round of the game. You stood up, admiring the mess you had made of her before you bent over and whispered into her ear, "Good girl," and with a sharp slap to the inside of her thigh, you reached up, freeing her wrists that were now chafed and raw from her movements. Her hands flew to your back as she raked her fingers down your spine.

You dipped your head down, trapping her lips in a passionate kiss. Your hands roamed her body, feeling the heat radiating from her skin and the tremble of her muscles as the aftershocks of pleasure continued to pulse through her. You felt her grip tighten on your shoulders, her legs wrapping around your waist as she tried to pull you closer. "This," you began, stroking the dildo that was in between her heat and yours. "Is going to fill you up. And then, I'm going to fuck you until you can't move," you whisper against her ear, nipping at her sensitive neck as you kiss up and down her jawline.

The anticipation was almost too much for Wanda to bear. She nodded furiously, her eyes screwed shut as a whimper left her lips. You leaned back, admiring the view of her spread out on the bed, her body flushed and her eyes shut as she waited for your next move. 

"Ti voglio," you whispered, the Italian rolling off your tongue as you slid into her, feeling the warm embrace of her body. Wanda's eyes rolled back, a scream lodging in her throat as she felt you fill her, the leather of the harness cold against her skin. You began to move, slow and steady, watching as her body responded to every thrust, watching as her walls clenched around it, her body reacting to the intrusion. You began to thrust in a steady rhythm, watching her face in the twist in pleasure as you did so. Her eyes remained closed, her breath coming out in short pants.

But you weren't satisfied with just watching her face. You leaned down, whispering sweet nothings into her ear, enjoying the way she shivered at every word. "Look at me," you demanded, and her eyes flew open to meet yours. "Look at how much you love this," you said, your voice a mix of praise and dark amusement.

Wanda's eyes searched yours, her pupils dilated and desperate. You knew she was close again, her breaths coming in short, ragged gasps. You reached down with your free hand, stroking her clit with a gentle touch that made her hips buck against you. "Cum for me, baby," you urged, your voice a seductive purr. "I want to feel you tighten around me.”

Her eyes never left yours as she obeyed, her body trembling with the force of her orgasm. You watched as her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth opening in a silent scream. The leather of the harness creaked with each movement, the sound of it mixing with the slap of your hips against her pelvis. Her walls clenched around the dildo, her body shaking as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her. You felt yourself getting closer, the sight of her in the throes of ecstasy pushing you towards the edge.

"That's it, baby," you murmured, your breathing growing ragged. "You're so beautiful when you cum for me." Wanda's eyes remained locked on yours, her chest heaving as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax. You leaned in to kiss her deeply, tasting the sweetness of her gasping breath.

As her orgasm subsided, you began to pick up the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had her nails digging into your skin. She was lost in a haze of pleasure, her thoughts a jumbled mess of curse words and desperate pleas for more. The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, the creak of the bed, and the wet, rhythmic sounds of your joined bodies.

Wanda's eyes never left yours, the intensity of the moment was almost too much to handle. You could see the love and lust in her gaze, the way she melted under your touch. It was a power exchange like no other, a dance of dominance and submission that had both of you breathless and craving more. You knew she was close again, her walls pulsing around the dildo in a delicious rhythm that had you on the edge. You began to pump into her faster, the leather of the harness slapping against her skin with each thrust. The smell of sex filled the room, mingling with the faint scent of leather and sweat. Her legs tightened around you, her body straining to meet your every move.

With a guttural growl, you felt yourself reach your climax, the pressure in your core unbearable. You buried your face in her neck, biting down gently as you released. Wanda's eyes never left yours, her pleasure building once more as she watched you lose control. She felt you tense, your grip on her hips tightening as your movements grew erratic. The sight of you, lost in passion, was more than she could handle. Her eyes fluttered shut as she followed you over the edge, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

"Cazzo, amore mio," you whispered, kissing the nape of her neck up to her ear, Wanda's lithe fingers weaving into your hair. The intensity of your shared release didn't lessen your grip on the situation, however. "You're mine," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. "And I'm never going to let you forget it."

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I Don't Think Y'all Are Ready

for this next part.... good lord 😅🤭

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She Had Other Plans

You were a successful leader of a criminal empire. Your girlfriend was a successful tease, especially when you are halfway around the globe.

PT. 2

AN: I hate my mind sometimes. I just stew and stew and can't get an idea outta my head. So here is one of them. And this is my first time using one of those text message thingies, so yeah. And before yall ask, yes. there will be a part 2. 😂

TW: smut, daddy kink, strap-on sex, teasing, mentions of murder, mob!boss reader, uhhh yeah. Think that's it.

Word Count: 3.6K

In your line of work, you were away from home constantly. You traveled the world, helping to fuel people's darkest and most deceitful habits, for profit. Exploitation, power, and retribution were your specialties. Your heart had grown cold, at least to those on the outside, which was a necessary trait for your survival. You maintained your polished, playgirl public image well, a successful young business magnate, and you dabbled in philanthropy and charity to keep your reputation to the public clean.

Meanwhile, in the underbelly of society, you were ruthless, ensuring your legacy was cemented even if you departed this godforsaken world. You had climbed the ladder of power with precision, leaving a trail of the broken and betrayed beneath you. It was a world where trust was as fleeting as the morning dew, and everyone had a price. Those who worked for you closely would say you were calculating and charismatic, while those on the wrong side of the line knew you as being one step ahead, making your power felt through silence, vengeance, and detachment.

You had single-handedly become the largest mob boss in the United States, and that quickly spread into other countries, building relationships across the globe. Some were built on trust and loyalty, others on fear and mutual benefit.

Business had called you away to Malta, where you had to bury an up-and-coming threat to your growing kingdom and quell any unrest in your distant ranks. It had been a stressful week, albeit a successful one. When the phone call came across that ushered you away to the Mediterranean, you had been in the middle of…other business. Personal business. Having been teasing your girlfriend all day long, you had finally pushed the sexual tension to a head. The brunette had been panting and begging for you, dressed in lingerie that cost more than most people's cars.

When the call came through, you had left her with explicit expectations as to how she would need to handle her sexual fever in your absence. No touching. No teasing. Most importantly, no whining. That was your number one rule. Begging? Yes. Whining. No.

She had tried her damndest to get you to finish what you had started, but you knew this had to be taken care of expeditiously. So, you left a lace-clad goddess in your shared room while you literally left to murder someone. The following night, she began to push your buttons. She knew your limits, and experience taught her just how far she could push you to get a reaction, one that would benefit you both.

Wanda was 'conveniently' caught outside of your NYC penthouse, leaving in a barely-there skirt with a leather jacket and the pair of black Louboutins you had just bought her. The stocking-clad legs that were strutting out of your building, you knew should be wrapped around your waist, while you had her favorite strap buried to the hilt in her drenched pussy, or wrapped around your head as you mercilessly took out your workday frustrations on her.

However, you were 4,000 miles away, watching photos roll across your social media of the 'mystery woman' who had been able to bag you. You knew she was doing this on purpose, trying to flaunt what you walked out on 12 hours ago, leaving her a babbling, flustered, drenched mess.

Your hand tightened around the phone, your jaw clenched so hard it hurt. Your blood boiled with a mix of anger and desire. You had given her an order, but she had chosen to ignore it. The thought of her walking around like that, looking like that, for anyone else to see made you want to rip out the throat of every man on the street. You had been looking forward to coming home to her, to teaching her a lesson she'd never forget. But now, it looked like she had decided to bring the lesson to you.

She flew under the radar for the next two days, and you were thankful. You missed her greatly, and you wanted to show her just how much when you got home. You were willing to let the wardrobe choice from the other night slide, just to have a night of wanton passion in the penthouse, no punishment, no edging, no teasing.

She had other plans.

You were in the middle of a meeting when your phone started to buzz incessantly in your slacks. This was a meeting you had to focus on, but the constant vibration indication yet another text had been sent was slowly chipping away at your resolve to stay sharp for this meeting. You had told her not to contact you during work hours unless it was an emergency. Looking at some of the texts, you knew this was no emergency. No matter how desperate she made herself sound.

You growled at the phone, knowing she wouldn't respond to any more texts from you. She was playing a game of cat and mouse, and you had a boardroom full of sharks waiting for your undivided attention. You slammed the device down, your eyes narrowing as you turned back to the table. Shutting the phone off, you knew that when it turned back on, you would be greeted with a disaster.

The meeting couldn't end fast enough, you wanted to call her and put her in her place, but the meeting ran long, as you and your new alliance couldn't quite come to an agreement for goods and services rendered.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you had come to an agreement, so you quickly and curtly nodded in everyone's direction, gathering your suit jacket and flinging it over your shoulder as you swiftly made your way down the hall to your waiting car, turning your phone back on as you approached the outside doors.

You climbed into the back of the black Town Car, opening your messages to see some pictures from your girlfriend, taken at obscure angles- her clad in a new lingerie set. You knew it was new, they were a color she hadn't worn before, a navy blue number that stood out against her tanned skin. The photos had been sent with no accompanying text, which was unlike her. Usually, she'd write something teasing, begging for your attention. But these were just…there. They were like silent pleas for your dominance, your authority. You groaned at the images before you, each more provocative than the next.

What made your pulse spike was the Snapchat notification from her. She had just sent you a video. Then there was another. She continued to send you videos until she had reached a total of 11. Knowing these would not just be an ordinary snap, you slipped a headphone into your ear while you opened each video, in the order you received them. The first was her dancing on the pole you installed in the corner of your room, the familiar sound of 'Skin' playing in the background as she worked her hips and taunted you through the phone.

The last video was the final straw. Your most fundamental rule.

She sent you a video of her, sprawled out on the bed, her features were flush, and her chest was heaving. She was still clad in her racy new lingerie, and it was then you noticed it was crotchless. Your mouth went dry at the thought, as her hands made their way up and down her body. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped your phone, the scene before you becoming too much. She buried her fingers knuckle deep in her wet heat, pornographic moans coming through your earbud as you watched her pleasure herself.

You had told her explicitly, no touching herself. You had promised her that when you returned, you would take care of her needs. You had been looking forward to it, to watching her come apart in your arms. But here she was, in your own bed, disobeying you. The betrayal stung, but the sight of her was like a siren's call. You felt a storm of emotions, anger, desire, and something…more. It was a feeling that hadn't surfaced in a long time, something you weren't quite familiar with.

You boarded your jet and tried to calm the storm that was brewing deep within you for the 13-hour flight home. The images of her playing with herself, the thought of her ignoring your command, it was all you could think about. You felt a mix of anger, arousal, and a hint of something else that you hadn't felt in years. She was a challenge, and you hadn't had one a challenge in a very long time.

You tried to distract yourself, completing some work on your phone, trying to read articles about New York politics, but nothing could distract you from the inferno that was building up inside you. Each passing moment brought with it a new wave of desire, the images of her writhing in pleasure burned into your retina. You had to admit, she knew exactly how to push your buttons, and she had just pushed the biggest one of all. You slammed your phone down in frustration, crossing your arms as you peered out the window to the clouds below. After three hours of 'distraction', you finally fell into a restless, lustful slumber.

The flight seemed to drag on forever, but when you landed at JFK, you were more than ready to deal with her. You texted her, telling her to be home, naked, and waiting for you. You didn't care if she had plans or not, she'd learn to prioritize your commands. You had a feeling she was going to be a handful, but that was what you liked about her.

You stalked over towards the waiting convoy of blacked-out vehicles that were waiting to take you home. The sound of your dress shoes echoed through the private lobby to your elevator, as you impatiently waited for the cabled car to come down from the top floor, watching the numbers descend from floor 98 to you, on the third garage floor.

As you stepped into the elevator, you could feel the anticipation building. You were going to show her exactly who was in charge, and what happens when she breaks the cardinal rule. The doors closed with a satisfying 'ping', and you ascended to your penthouse, your mind racing with scenarios of what you would do when you saw her. The elevator doors parted, revealing the sleek, marble floors in your home, the baby grand piano tucked in the corner, and the twinkling New York skyline a backdrop to what carnal acts were about to take place. You turned on your heel, making your way to the furthest room in the house, your bedroom. As you made your way down the corridor to the bedroom, you noticed the doors shut, but a glow came from underneath them.

Your heart rate quickened, your hand hovered over the doorknob, and you took a deep breath before pushing the door open. She lay on the bed, huddled to one side, peacefully sleeping with a book in her hands. She looked innocent, but you knew better. You strode over to the bed, the floorboards giving a slight creak under your weight, but she didn't stir. Carefully, you plucked the book away from her, running your thumb over her nose to wake her up.

"Ragazza monella," you spoke softly, your pent-up frustration leeching into your normally collected voice.

Her eyes snapped open, revealing the deep pools of green that had captivated you from day one. She looked up at you with a lazy smile, not a hint of guilt in her gaze. "You're home," she purred, stretching her limbs like a cat in the sun.

"I see you couldn't wait for me," you said, your voice thick with unspoken accusation as you threw your phone to the side.

Her smile didn't waver. "I've missed you," she replied, her voice a low, seductive purr that sent a shiver down your spine. She sat up, letting the blanket pool around her waist, the hoodie she was wearing you instantly recognized as one of yours.

"I gave you an order, Wanda," you said, your voice low and menacing.

"And I chose to ignore it," she replied, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her audacity was like a drug, and you felt yourself growing more and more crazed at the sight of her. She knew the consequences of her actions, yet she reveled in them. "You know what happens when you don't follow orders," you growled, your hand sliding under the soft fabric of the hoodie to cup her cheek.

Her smile grew wider, and she leaned into your touch. "Do I?" she challenged, her voice a breathy whisper.

With a swift move, you had her pinned down on the bed, the fabric of the hoodie riding up to expose her lingerie-clad body. "You're going to regret this," you warned, your voice dark with desire.

"Am I?" she questioned, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Your hand trailed down her body, tracing the curve of her waist to the apex of her thighs. "You're already wet for me," you murmured, feeling the dampness between her muscular, toned thighs.

"I'm always wet for you, Papi," she emphasized your pet name, knowing how much you adored her calling you that.

Your eyes narrowed at her insolence, and you felt your ego swell with a mix of anger and desire. "You know the rules," you reminded her, your voice a mix of steel and seduction.

"And you know I love to break them," she whispered, her voice a seductive dance in the quiet room.

You grabbed her wrists, pinning them above her head, your grip firm but not painful. "This is your last warning," you murmured, your eyes dark with lust and promise of punishment.

Her eyes searched yours, looking for any signs of relenting, but she found none. Instead, she felt a thrill run through her body. This was what she had been craving, what she had missed in your absence. The power play, the delicious tension between your dominance and her submission.

"What's it going to be?" she asked, her voice a challenge wrapped in velvet.

Without a word, you yanked the hoodie over her head, leaving her in just the new lingerie set. The room was filled with the sound of fabric tearing as you ripped away the crotchless part of her underwear, exposing her glistening folds to the cool air. She gasped at the sudden exposure, her body arching into yours.

"You're going to learn your place," you said, your voice a low rumble. You leaned down, your mouth capturing hers in a bruising kiss that claimed ownership over her. She moaned into your mouth, her body responding instinctively to your touch, her legs wrapping around your waist as she pulled you closer.

The kiss grew more intense, your tongue invading her mouth, demanding submission. She met your dominance with her own passion, her teeth grazing your bottom lip, drawing a bead of blood. The taste of it made you growl, and you deepened the kiss, your hand sliding down to squeeze her ass.

Finally, you pulled away, breathing heavily. "You're going to get what you asked for," you warned, your eyes dark with lust.

Without another word, you flipped her over onto her stomach, her ass in the air, begging for your attention. You smacked her once, watching as the skin turned pink. She moaned into the pillow, her hips moving back, silently asking for more. You didn't disappoint, your hand coming down again and again, leaving a pattern of red across her skin. Each slap echoed through the room, punctuating the sound of your heavy breaths and her whimpers of pleasure.

You felt your own need growing, and you were glad that you had opted to change into her favorite suit with a strap-on surprise. You knew she was close, her body shaking with each smack, and you couldn't wait to watch her greedy pussy swallow your new toy whole. You slid your hand between her legs, finding her wet and ready. You whispered, "You're going to come for me now," and thrust two fingers inside her, curling them in a way that made her scream into the pillow.

Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body convulsing around your hand. You didn't stop, though, continuing to fuck her with your fingers until she was begging for mercy. Only when she was trembling did you pull away, standing up to remove your clothes.

When you were naked, you climbed onto the bed, the new dildo standing at attention. "You've had your fun," you said, your voice a low growl. "Now it's my turn." Her eyes widened at the sheer girth of your chosen method of punishment.

"I…I don't think that will fit," she whined, her lust-blown eyes boring straight into yours.

"Oh, it will. You remember your safeword, correct?" you nibbled down her neck as you settled between her legs.

"Yes," she moaned, her back arching against you.

"What is it?"

"Cl…clementine," she stuttered, her body wiggling and writhing beneath you.

You nodded as you slammed into her without preamble, her body accepting you with ease. She screamed your name, her legs tightening around your waist as you began to move. Each thrust was punctuated with a smack to her ass, leaving her skin stinging and her pussy clenching around you. You knew she liked it rough, she was addicted to the pain, but you were going to give her more than she had bargained for tonight.

This was your domain, and she had forgotten her place. You were going to remind her, over and over again, until she was nothing but a quivering mess beneath you. Until she understood that no matter how much she tested you, she would always be yours to command, to punish, to pleasure.

You slammed into her, the sound of your hips slapping against her filling the room. The dildo stretched her to her limits, each inch driving deeper until she was crying out for you to stop. But you didn't. You knew she could take it, knew she craved the pain that came with your passion. The bulge from the tip of the toy poked out her abdomen with every thrust, you pressed down on her stomach where it was appearing, causing her to arch further into your touch.

Her moans grew louder, more desperate, as you picked up the pace. You watched the way her body moved underneath you, the way her breasts bounced with each thrust, and the way her ass cheeks clapped together. You felt yourself getting closer, your strokes becoming more erratic. You reached around, grabbing her chin and forcing her to look at you. "Who do you belong to?" you demanded, your voice a low growl.

"You," she whispered, her eyes glazed over with pleasure.

"Say it louder," you ordered, giving her another smack on the ass.

"I belong to you!" she screamed, her voice hoarse from the moans that had escaped her mouth.

"Beg to cum, amore," you growled in her ear, nibbling down the shell.

"Fuck," she moaned out, her eyes briefly fluttering open before screwing shut again.

"Not until you beg," you reminded her, your voice like a whip crack in the quiet of the room. You could feel your orgasm building, the muscles in your thighs tightening with each powerful thrust. Her cries grew more desperate, her hips moving back to meet yours, pushing herself onto the dildo with a fervor that was almost painful to watch.

"Please," she finally begged, her voice breaking. "I need to come."

You smirked, feeling the power surge through you. "That's all you got, baby?" You taunted, increasing the speed and force of your thrusts. "After all that, the teasing, the videos, this is how you show me you miss me? This is how you show me that you need Papi to make you feel good?" She whined and squirmed beneath you, her body shaking with the effort of holding back her climax. "Beg harder," you whispered, leaning down to bite her earlobe.

Her voice grew more frantic. "Ple…please, Papi," she gasped. "I need to come, I need you to make me come."

"You can do better than that," you grabbed ahold of one of her legs, pulling it over your shoulder as you continued the relentless assault on her swollen, leaking pussy. You leaned down, resting your other hand on her throat, gently applying pressure as you picked up your pace. "I said to beg for it, so fucking beg for it," you whispered, your breath hot against her skin.

Her eyes snapped open, the green orbs locking onto yours, filled with a mix of anger and desperation. "Fuck me harder," she pleaded, her voice strained. "Make me cum, Papi."

The sound of her demanding sent you over the edge, and you slammed into her, the erratic thrusts as you came only spurring her pleasure further. You felt her pussy tighten around the dildo, her walls pulsing as she climaxed hard, her body shaking beneath you. You didn't stop until she was limp, her cries of pleasure turning into breathless gasps.

You continued to work the toy into her, slowly building her back up.

"I didn't give you permission, amore mio," you looked down at her, panting as her chest heaved.

"I know," she panted back, "but I had to make sure you knew how much I missed you."

You couldn't help but smirk at her audacity. She knew how much power she held over you, how much she could push you. "You're going to pay for that," you whispered, your voice a dark promise.

Her eyes lit up, and she bit her bottom lip, egging you on. "Is that a threat or a promise?"

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ohhhhhh boy I had one pop into my head as I was listening to some music tonight, so I am trying to bust it out before I lose it 😂

soooooooo uhh yeah. 'She Had Other Plans' will be up either tonight or tomorrow.

muah!

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 5 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, reader has some... not so great coping habits, sexual tension

Word Count: 3.5K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE Read Pt. 4 HERE

Searching Your Eyes For Humility

Time flew as you buried yourself in work, working on project after project, taking on extra work to keep your mind busy even when you were at home, off the clock. The office was your refuge, a place where you could drown out the whispers of the past with the clacking of keyboards and the hum of the air conditioner. Many at work noticed how your focus had shifted like a light switch went off. You were withdrawn, only speaking when spoken to or when necessary, most greetings were a curt nod and a poor excuse for a smile.

Pietro had tried to get in touch, multiple times, in fact. You ignored his texts and calls, and even when he would try to come by your office you would find yourself in a 'meeting'. If he tried to come by your house, you would hide in your bedroom, pretending to be asleep or blasting music in your headphones while you worked out in the basement. You had made it your mission to avoid Wanda, Piet, and Natasha at all costs until you were confident your mind was in the right place.

It had been three and a half months since that night, that weekend when you wiped the hard drive that was your brain, drinking all the alcohol in your home. You had to call in the following Monday and Tuesday, you were too hungover and ill to function. But after that weekend, you shifted your routine, working out and leaving the house before you knew Wanda would be awake and outside her home in the morning, tending to her gardens. You would bury your nose in work, and keep yourself until well past dark, so when you got home there was no chance the woman or her brother were outside.

You were quickly getting into better shape than you had been when you attended Westview High, treated yourself to some ink therapy at a tattoo shop in town, and avoided any drama you could. Until now.

"Y/N!" a boisterous voice echoed from behind you as you were now running on a school track on a brisk Saturday morning. "Y/N! Jesus!"

You kept up your pace, Pietro could maintain your pace if he needed to talk to you.

But the footsteps grew closer, and suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder, spinning you around. "Pietro, what the hell?" you snapped, trying to keep your breathing steady.

Pietro was out of breath, his eyes filled with a mix of concern and frustration. "We need to talk, man," he panted. "It's been months. We can't just ignore each other forever."

You glared at him, the muscles in your jaw tightening. "What do you want to talk about?" you snapped, your heart racing from both the run and the confrontation.

His gaze shifted, a disappointed expression dancing across his face. "Y/N, you know what."

"No, Piet, I don't." you crossed your arms over your chest, your breathing somewhat regular as you both stood in the middle of the straightaway.

"Y/N, when I said to distance yourself from the Natasha situation, I didn't mean for you to go AWOL. I still need my best friend." The sincerity in his voice made your heartache. You had missed him too, but the fear of falling back into the toxic cycle kept you at bay.

"I know, Piet, but it's just... complicated." You shoved your hands in your pockets, avoiding his gaze.

"I know, Y/N."

"It scared me, honestly," you admitted quietly.

Pietro's eyes searched yours, looking for the truth behind your words. "Scared you? What do you mean?"

"After how that night unraveled, I just saw Westview 2.0, starring me. This is what I came here to avoid, to grow from. I couldn't let myself fall back into that toxicity, Piet." You took a deep breath, the words finally spilling like a dam breaking. "I drank myself into a stupor all weekend to get rid of all my booze, and I've been sober since. Working out, working, and building new habits. I have to. I can't let myself become that person again, Piet." you whispered the last part, hoping he didn't catch it.

"I understand that, Y/N. But you aren't the same person. The same person in Westview would have never had the balls to leave. They would have gone through town, causing drama and ripping through households with no abandon. You DID do that."

Pietro's words hit you like a ton of bricks, and you felt your anger dissipate slightly. He was right, you had changed. But the fear remained, a nagging voice in the back of your mind whispering that it could happen again. "You need people around you who encourage the more healthy behavior, Y/N. Not the toxic shit." He spoke with a firmness that made you realize he wasn't just talking about Natasha.

"What do you mean, Piet?" you asked, fidgeting with the sleeve of your jacket.

"The people at work, people around town you were making a connection with. You need to have healthy relationships. Hell, you had been talking to Wanda almost daily and just...stopped." He leaned in closer, his eyes searching yours. "I know you think you're protecting yourself, or me, or whatever, but you're just cutting yourself off from everyone who cares about you. That's not healthy."

You swallowed hard, his words resonating deep within you. "I don't know how to do this, Piet. I don't know how to be the person I want to be without getting sucked back into that world."

"You just have to take it one step at a time," he said gently. "We all make mistakes, but it's about learning from them and growing."

You nodded, feeling the weight of his words. "I know, it's just..." You trailed off, unsure of what to say next.

"Difficult. Trying. I get it. But that's part of why I moved from Westview. It was toxic as hell, and I slowly found myself the longer I was away from it. But you need people with you to do it. I need you. Wanda, while she may not admit it, and I don't like it, needs you. You need us."

Pietro's words hung in the air, and you felt the weight of his gaze on you, his hand still on your shoulder. You sighed heavily, looking up at him with a sad smile. "You're right," you conceded. "I've been hiding. I've been avoiding everyone, including myself."

He nodded, his hand moving to give your shoulder a comforting squeeze. "But you don't have to face it alone," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "We're here for you, Y/N. Wanda and I, we're a team. We've got your back, no matter what." A smile crept across your face, and finally, a small smile graced Pietros as well. "Now, can I have my bud back, can we go eat breakfast or something? I'm fucking starving doing this 'big brother' talk bullshit."

You chuckled, the tension in the air dissipating. "Alright, alright," you said, bumping his fist with yours. "Let's go."

As you walked off the track together, the cool morning air nipping at your skin, you felt a sense of relief wash over you. It had been so long since you had allowed yourself to let someone in, to accept help. The silence between you and Pietro was no longer heavy with unspoken words and accusations, but rather filled with a quiet understanding that had been missing for months.

"How'd you get here, Y/N? I don't see your car," he asked, looking around the school parking lot as you approached his silver Jaguar F-Type. You laughed at him, as he whipped his head around to look at you. "No, Y/N. Tell me you didn't run here. Tell me you didn't fucking run here."

"Alright, fine. I won't say."

Pietro rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips as he unlocked the car. "Jesus, Y/N. You're insane. When was the last time you ran that far, outside of the soccer field in high school?"

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. "I had to do something to keep my sanity." His gaze softened as you both slid into his car.

"True. Otherwise, you'd be certifiable right now." He winked before starting the car and pulling away from the school parking lot, back towards town.

You both ended up at a quaint little diner that had become a staple within city limits, a place where you could sit for hours, sipping coffee and hashing out the world's problems. The bell over the door jingled as you entered, the scent of pancakes and coffee wafting through the air. The walls were adorned with vintage posters and photographs, the chrome of the bar stools glinting in the early morning light. As you looked around, you noticed a familiar woman in a corner booth at the other end of the restaurant. Her attention was drawn to the bell over the door rang through the atmosphere.

Pietro pushed you towards the booth that Wanda was seated in, her smile growing wider as her brother clamped his hands on your shoulders.

"Look who I finally fucking found!" he directed at her, his voice raising a few octaves in his excitement. You both approached the booth, but Wandas gaze never left you. She eyed you up in down, likely noticing the more trim version of yourself that had been carved over the last few months.

"About damn time," she responded. "I thought you were dead, and I would have to get to know another neighbor all over again."

"Thanks, Wanda," you mumbled, sliding into the booth across from her.

Wanda's gaze remained on you, a mix of curiosity and relief. "What's been going on, Y/N?" she asked, her voice softer than you had ever heard it. "You look good," she began, her cheeks tinting a slight pink shade as Pietro slid into the booth next to you. "Er, uh, happy. I mean." she laughed, looking down at the menu in embarrassment.

"Looks like little Y/N has gotten back into working out. She hasn't looked this good since high school," he joked.

Wanda playfully rolled her eyes, "I swear to God, you're like a puppy that just learned a new trick."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension between you three slowly fading. The waitress, a bubbly brunette named Laura, came by to take your orders. You settled on a protein pancake platter with a side of eggs and turkey sausage, while the siblings both went for the classic breakfast of champions: waffles with a mountain of whipped cream and syrup. Laura scribbled down your choices before flitting away to the kitchen, her smile lingering on you.

Pietro leaned over to you, holding his hand up to shield his mouth from Wanda. "She likes youuuuuuuu!" He whispered extremely loud, all but defeating the purpose of whispering and covering his mouth.

Wanda slapped his arm, "Dickhead, you don't have to whisper-shout it to the whole diner!" She said with a smirk, disguising the slight disappointment she had in the attention you were receiving.

"What?" He feigned innocence, grinning at his sister.

You couldn't help but chuckle, the sibling banter a welcome distraction from the heavy conversation you had just had. It was like stepping into a warm blanket of familiarity. The sound of plates clattering and coffee brewing in the kitchen melded with the low murmur of the other patrons, creating a comforting ambiance. Wanda's eyes sparkled with mischief as she took a sip of her coffee, the steam rising to kiss her nose.

"So, Y/N," she began, setting her cup down with a gentle clink. "How's life been treating you these past few months?" Her tone was cautious as if she was tiptoeing around a minefield.

You took a deep breath, "It's been a... journey," you said, trying to keep your voice light. "Learned a lot about myself, made some changes."

Pietro nodded, his hand reaching over to give yours a quick squeeze. "That's what we do, right?" He said, his smile genuine. "We're the masters of reinvention."

The waitress brought over a pot of coffee and topped off all three of your mugs before retreating to the next table. Wanda's gaze held yours for a moment, her expression a mix of understanding and hope. "I'm proud of you," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

The words hit you like a warm embrace, filling a space in your heart that had been cold and empty for so long. "Thanks, Wanda," you murmured, your eyes misting over.

Pietro cleared his throat, trying to break the tension. "So, what's the plan today?" He asked, flipping open the menu. "Besides eating our weight in breakfast foods."

You glanced over at Wanda, who was still watching you intently. "I don't know," you said, forcing a smile. "Thought I might go to the library and grab a few books, then hit the gym."

Wanda leaned back in her seat, her eyes never leaving yours. "Why don't we make it a group activity?" She suggested. "Pietro can go with you to the gym, and I'll tag along to the library. Maybe we can grab lunch after?"

Surprise flickered across your face. "Really?" You hadn't expected the invitation, but a part of you felt a spark of excitement at the prospect of spending the day with them.

"Yeah, really," she said, her smile genuine. "We've all been so busy with our own shit, it'd be nice to just...hang out."

The three of you spent the morning at the library, you searching for self-help books while Wanda picked out some gardening guides and Pietro perused the biography section. The silence between you wasn't awkward anymore but rather filled with a gentle ease that had been lost over the past few months. You felt your walls slowly crumbling down as Wanda shared her latest gardening successes and failures, and Pietro regaled you with tales from his recent business trip.

After the library, you headed to the gym together. Wanda decided to join you after all, saying she needed to get her own endorphins going. You couldn't help but notice her lingering stare as she watched you work out on the treadmill. She had never seen you like this, focused and determined. You felt a little self-conscious at first, but her presence was comforting.

You shifted between machines, Pietro spotting you when needed, and vice versa. Wanda's piercing gaze only ever left you when you caught her staring. When you had arrived at the gym, you went into the locker room where you kept a locker with other clothes to work out in if you didn't feel like using the equipment you had at home. When you emerged from the locker room, Wanda's eyes went wide as you made your appearance in an extremely revealing cut-off tee shirt and tight-fitting shorts.

You blushed under her scrutiny, but she didn't say anything. Instead, she put in her earbuds and started doing yoga in the corner. The gym was a bustling hub of activity, the sound of weights clanging and the grunts of exertion echoing off the walls. The air was thick with the scent of sweat and the faint smell of antiseptic cleaner. You found comfort in the routine, the burn in your muscles a familiar and almost comforting feeling.

Pietro was in his element, effortlessly bench-pressing weights that made you feel like a featherweight by comparison. His skin glistened with sweat, his muscles flexing with each push. Luckily, you were no slouch when it came to athletics and working out, and you quickly worked yourself up to your personal records. When you asked him to help you break your records, he began cheering you on as you pushed your limits. 

This caught Wanda's attention, as she came over and watched. Her gaze wasn’t the same as it was before. It was almost dark like there was a deep-seated desire lingering just below the surface. She was watching your muscles flex, the sweat drip, and admiring how effortless you looked breaching your limits. You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious under her gaze, but you also felt a strange sense of attraction growing. 

The rest of the workout passed in a blur of reps and encouraging words from both of them. When you finished, you were drenched in sweat but felt more alive than you had in months. The three of you headed to the showers, Pietro splitting off to the men's lockers as you and Wanda went into the women's lockers. Sending Wanda a shy smile, you walked to your locker, shedding the sweaty tee shirt and tossing it into a backpack for you to carry home to clean.

"Y/N?" a quiet voice came from the next row of lockers.

"Yeah, Wands?"

"I need help," she let out a nervous laugh. "I'm stuck."

You turned to see Wanda struggling with her sports bra, the material clinging to her skin. The sight was surprisingly... distracting. Her supple breasts were on display as you neared her, noticing how toned she was up close. Your mouth went dry, and you willed your little friend to not 'wake up' and the unholy thoughts running through your mind.  "Oh, sure," you said, trying to keep your voice even. You approached her, reaching for the clasp.

As your fingers touched her skin, she tensed up, but you moved quickly and deftly, having had enough practice with your own as well as others' workout gear. "There," you said, stepping back and handing her the bra, looking away from her so you wouldn't make her uncomfortable. The old you would be pressing her against a locker, teasing her and making her break the barrier down. But you didn't want to do that to her.

Wanda took the bra with a murmured 'thanks', her cheeks flushed. You couldn't help but feel a pang of regret for the lost opportunities, for the friendship you had pushed aside in your quest for self-preservation. "You know, Y/N," she began, her voice tentative. "I've missed you."

You turned to face her, "I've missed you too, Wands." Your voice was sincere, filled with the weight of the past months. "I'm sorry for being such a shit friend."

"It's okay," she said, her eyes meeting yours. "I understand. I just... worry about you. I was worried is all."

You nodded, swiping a towel over your forehead. "I know. And I appreciate it. I just needed some time to figure things out."

Wanda stepped closer, her eyes searching yours. "Well, you're back now," she said, a hint of something unspoken in her voice.

You felt a spark of something, a connection that had been buried under layers of fear and doubt. "Yeah," you whispered. "I am."

The rest of the day passed in a blur of laughter and good food. Wanda had invited you to her place for lunch, her garden was lush and green, a testament to her dedication and love for the earth. You had helped her pick out some herbs and vegetables for a salad, the coolness of the leaves contrasting with the heat of the day.

Pietro had regaled you both with tales of his misadventures in the nightlife world, his charm and humor a balm to your soul. Wanda had listened with rapt attention, her eyes lighting up with every punchline. As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the garden, Pietro had long since gone home, leaving you and Wanda alone. Wanda was sipping from a glass of wine, while you were drinking a glass of iced tea.

You sat on the porch swing, the chains squeaking gently as it rocked back and forth. Wanda was beside you, her hand resting lightly on your knee. "You know, Y/N," she began, her voice low and gentle. "You don't have to be so tough all the time."

You looked at her, the question in your eyes. "What do you mean?"

"I mean," she said, her hand moving up your thigh as she turned to face you. You gulped at the proximity, catching the scent of wine coming from her breath. "You put all of this unnecessary weight on your shoulders. It's like you're putting up a front to make it seem like you have it all together. But no one has thier shit together. And if they say they do, they're lying."

Her words hit home, and you felt a lump form in your throat. "You think I'm...faking it?"

Wanda's eyes searched yours, her thumb tracing circles on your skin. "No, I think you're scared. Scared of letting anyone in, scared of getting hurt again."

You nodded, looking away from her gaze. "I just don't know how to do it differently," you admitted.

Wanda leaned in closer, her hand moving to cup your cheek. "Let me help you," she whispered. "Let me be there for you."

You looked into her eyes, feeling the warmth of her hand and the gentle pressure of her thumb. "I'm trying," you murmured.

Her gaze was intense, and you felt a sudden heat pool in your stomach. "Then maybe it's time to stop trying so hard," she said, leaning in to kiss you.

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 4 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between their legs?

TW: Angst, Intersex reader, infidelity, binge drinking

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE Read Pt. 3 HERE

Every Night's A Heartbreak

The word echoed in your head as you stared at the two figures standing in the doorway of the VIP room. It was a stark contrast to the passionate haze you had been lost in just moments before. Wanda's eyes were wide with shock and hurt, while her brother's eyes held a mix of anger and something else. You froze, Natasha's movements coming to a sudden halt as she looked over her shoulder.

"Well, it looks like this room is taken, I... I guess I'll clear the room across the hall sis," Pietro looked down at his sister, noting the shift in her demeanor. His expression grew cold as he took in the sight of Natasha on top of you, her eyes blown and cheeks flush from her arousal. "Natasha, you know the rules, Y/N, clean up and I need to talk to you!" Pietro finished before drawing the curtain and yelling at the both of you.

Natasha now looked absolutely mortified, her body tense as she slid off your lap and hastily began to put on her clothes. You felt a mix of disappointment and embarrassment. You knew you had to deal with this. You stood up and began to dress quickly, your body still humming with desire and your cock half-hard. You removed the condom, a slight whimper leaving you as you slid it up your shaft before throwing it into the trashcan in the corner.

Natasha slid out of the VIP room, scurrying down the hallway towards what must have been the green room. "I'll talk with you later, Nat," Piet called out after her, turning his attention fully to you.

You zipped up your pants, trying to look nonchalant. "Hey, Piet," you greeted him, trying to play it cool.

"Hey," he said, his voice tight. "You mind telling me what the fuck is going on here?"

You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself. "It's nothing, man. Just Natasha and I... you know, catching up." You shrugged, trying to play it off.

Pietro's eyes narrowed. "Catching up, huh?" He didn't look convinced. "Look, I don't want to pry, but I need to know if you're going to be a problem."

"A problem?" You echoed, feeling your heart rate spike. "What do you mean?"

"Starting your Westview bullshit all over again, you know what I mean, Y/N. Don't play stupid."

You felt a knot form in your stomach. "Piet, it's not like that. It was just a casual thing. It won't happen again." You tried to sound as sincere as possible, hoping he'd believe you.

"It's not just that, Y/N,"  Pietro's voice grew serious, his arms crossing over his chest. "You know Natasha's got issues. She doesn't handle casual well. And I can't have that shit here. This is my place, my business. There are rules here, Y/N. I'm taking it that she didn't tell you?"

You swallowed hard, feeling like you had been caught with your hand in the cookie jar. "No, she didn't," you admitted. Piet pinched the bridge of his nose, his frustration clearly growing.

"Of course not," he began. "Not only is there a no-touching policy," he began, your stomach dropping further as you remembered Natasha telling you this months ago. Pietro stepped closer to you, almost seeming like he was trying to intimidate you, even though you both stood at the same height. "But, there is a very strict, 'do not touch what's mine', policy, Y/N," he growled at you. "Now, I haven't exactly told you, so I cannot be mad at you, however- she should know better."

Confusion was clearly now all over your face, and Pietro rested his hand on your shoulder. "Natasha and I have been seeing each other for some time now," he began, and now the gravity of what was happening hit you like a ton of bricks. A look of shock crept across your face at the revelation.

"Piet, I'm so sorry, I had no idea," you started. He quickly shut you down before you got any further.

"It's ok, Y/N. Really. This isn't your fault. Natasha has, unfortunately, done this before. I just hoped and trusted we were past this." The anger in his voice was clear, but it was directed at Natasha, not you. You felt a pang of relief that he wasn't angry with you, but also felt anger run through your veins at the admission that this had happened to him before.

"You're not mad at me?" You stuttered out, unsure of how to proceed.

"No, I'm not mad at you. Hurt, but not mad. But I need you to stay away from Natasha, at least for a while," he said firmly. "Let me deal with her, okay?"

You nodded, still trying to process the situation. "Okay, I understand," you murmured, feeling a twinge of guilt for being the other person in this mess. "I think I'm gonna go home."

Pietro nodded, his expression unreadable. "That's probably for the best. We'll talk more tomorrow." With that, he turned and strode away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath of what the fuck just happened. You felt like you'd been punched in the gut, but you knew you had to get out of there before you did something else stupid.

"Pietro?" you called out towards the retreating silhouette of your friend.

He stopped and glanced back over his shoulder, the tension in his posture unmistakable. "What is it?" he asked, his voice tight.

"How long?" The question hung in the air between you, a heavy weight that seemed to suck all the oxygen out of the room.

"Until I say, Y/N," he stated coldly. "For now, I need you to go home and stay away from Natasha. She's got enough shit to deal with."

"No, Piet, not that. How long have you, you know?" you asked him, gesturing between the green room and him. A look of realization struck him as he turned to face you completely.

"A while," he said, his voice softer. "Since she came to me for help after... Westview." He paused, his jaw clenching as he swallowed a mouthful of words he didn't want to say. "We've been keeping it on the down-low. It's complicated." Your mouth went dry, knowing that Pietro has been here for a few years at least. "Why?" he questioned, taking a step towards you.

"This isn't the first time, you know," you began, suddenly at a loss for words. "The first time, we've..."

"I know." he interrupted, turning his head away as if he didn't want to face what you were about to tell him. "I fucking know. Wanda told me."

Wanda? The word stung like a slap. You felt your cheeks heat up with embarrassment and anger. "Wanda?" You questioned, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah, she saw Natasha leave your place and, she... she cares about you, about the both of us, but she really likes you," he said, avoiding eye contact. "I need you to know that I don't blame you, Y/N. But I need you to stay away from Natasha and me until I can sort this out." His gaze was firm, his voice a mix of pain and resolve.

You nodded slowly, feeling the weight of his words. "Okay, I'll do that," you murmured, your throat tight. The betrayal was palpable, but you weren't sure if it was Natasha's or your own. The whispers of the past had grown to a crescendo, and you knew you couldn't ignore them anymore.

As you turned to leave, you couldn't help but glance back at Piet's retreating figure, noticing a wave of red hair in a fiery blur as Natasha disappeared down the hallway with him. You felt a pang of regret, but also a sense of relief. This wasn't the life you wanted anymore, the drama and the secrets. You needed to focus on yourself, on finding the peace you had come to Foxwood to find.

Walking out of the club into the cool night air, you let out a deep breath, the weight of the conversation with Pietro and Natasha's betrayal settling heavily on your shoulders. You hadn't expected to find yourself in the middle of their family drama, but there you were, caught in a web of lies and unspoken truths.

"Hey," a quiet voice came from behind you, making you jump with your hand on your chest.

"FUCK!" you yelled, bending over to rest your hands on your knees as you caught your breath and your composure.

"You okay?" Wanda spoke softly, sounding just as hurt as her brother. She was standing a few feet away, a cigarette betwixt her long fingers as she leaned against the black brick wall of the club.

You took a moment to compose yourself before standing upright and turning to face her. "Jesus, I'm gonna have a heart attack tonight," you muttered to yourself as the brunette's face twitched slightly. "Yeah, yeah, I'm okay. As okay as can be. I just... I didn't know," you said, feeling like you had been sucker punched in the gut, AGAIN.

Wanda nodded, taking a drag of her cigarette, her eyes sad. "I'm sorry, Y/N," she said, her voice filled with genuine apology. "I should have told you."

"It's not your fault," you sighed, running a hand through your hair. "It's Natasha. She's the one playing games. You shouldn't have to be the one to follow her around and warn people about her intentions, Wands." her face twitched again at the use of her nickname, a slight smile on her face.

Wanda took another drag of her cigarette, looking at you with a knowing gaze. "Maybe, but I should have said something sooner. I didn't want to get in the middle of it. But when I saw how upset you looked tonight, I knew I messed up." She took a step closer, her eyes searching yours. "You're a good person, Y/N. You don't deserve to be hurt like this."

"But I'm not, though," you began. "This is the exact thing that ran me out of Westview. Drama and bullshit like this. I used to live off of this." You felt the anger bubbling up again, but Wanda's calm demeanor helped soothe it away.

"You've changed, Y/N," she said, stubbing out her cigarette, and approaching you. "You're looking for something more. I can see it. You left Westview to give yourself that chance."

You nodded, feeling a strange comfort in her words. "I just want to live my life without all this mess," you confess. A deep breath escapes you as you look up at the night sky, closing your eyes to keep yourself relaxed. "And now, my best friend and my neighbor are wrapped up in it." You ran your fingers through your hair, looking back down at the woman before you.

Wanda reached out, her hand resting on your shoulder. "I know it's tough, but you're strong. You've been through worse." Her voice was soothing, and for a moment, you let yourself believe that maybe you could get through this without letting it consume you again. "And don't worry about Piet and I, he just needs some time, and this has no bearing on our friendship. This wasn't your fault."

Her touch felt grounding, and you looked at her, the hurt in her eyes reflecting the pain you felt. "Thank you, Wands," you murmured, giving her a small smile. "I just... I don't know what to do."

"Just let it be," her words were quiet, and stilled your unease and inner turmoil like a balm. "What's done is done. Now that it's out there if something were to happen again, then we would need to have a separate conversation." She stepped back, her arm falling from yours as she brought it across her body to hold her other arm. "Give Piet his time, he isn't mad at you. But focus on what you want, Y/N."

You nodded, the cold reality of the situation setting in. Wanda's friendship was the only good thing you had going for you at the moment. You couldn't afford to lose her too. "Thanks, Wanda," you murmured. "I'll keep my distance."

Wanda offered a sad smile in return. "Take care of yourself, Y/N," she said before turning to head back inside the club, leaving you standing alone in the alleyway. You turned on your heel, stalking towards your waiting car before heading home. The drive was a blur, your thoughts racing with what had just happened.

You were home quicker than you thought, quickly making your way inside, grabbing the case of beer in the fridge, and opening one before walking out back to smoke a cigarette. The cool breeze did little to calm the storm raging inside of you. You felt like a fool, and you were internally chastising yourself for the part you played in this. You had been so caught up in satiating your selfish needs that you had ignored the signs, all the warnings given to you by others. You leaned against the railing of your porch, letting the smoke drift away with your thoughts.

You were going to allow yourself the weekend. You finished your first beer, cracking open the second as you threw the can into the recycle bin on your back porch. 

You made easy work of the case of beer, not yet satisfied with your current state of drunkenness. Knowing that having the booze around you would be a temptation, you decided now would be as good a time as any to run your stores dry. You stalked inside to the cabinet that you hid all your alcohol in, grabbing hold of the first bottle you laid eyes on, and cracking it open. 

Good thing it was officially the weekend and a long one at that. One last hoorah of total inebriation, before things change for good.

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 3 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between thier legs?

TW: Smut, Intersex reader, Y/N is gonna get themselves into trouble 🫢

Word Count: 2.3K

Read Pt. 1 HERE Read Pt. 2 HERE

I Can Make Your Body Levitate, If You Let Me

The next morning, the sun peeked through the blinds, casting a warm glow over the room. You stirred in bed, reaching out for Natasha, but she was gone. The sheets were cold where she had been, the side of the bed untouched. You sat up, the events of the night before playing through your mind like a sultry, erotic film. You felt a strange mix of satisfaction and emptiness, the intensity of the encounter leaving you craving more, yet you knew that you had set clear boundaries.

Swinging your legs over the side of the bed, you somewhat dressed yourself and stumbled into the kitchen, the floorboards cold against your bare feet. The aroma of brewing coffee filled the air, and you realized Natasha had left you a note next to the pot. "Had to run. Thanks for the wild ride, Y/N. Catch you around the club. -N" It was simple, but it brought a smile to your face.

You poured yourself a cup and walked to the fridge, Natasha's absence leaving a surprisingly empty feeling in your chest. But as you scoured the shelves for something to eat, you spotted Wanda sitting at the picnic table in the backyard. She was dressed in her usual attire, a simple sundress and sandals, with her dark hair pulled back in a loose ponytail. She was nibbling on a piece of toast, seemingly lost in thought.

Grabbing an apple from the bowl on the counter, you walked out the back door to your house, taking a deep breath, and filling your lungs with the fresh morning air. The sun was just above the horizon, casting a warm glow across the untouched grass. You peered over at Wanda, who was sitting at the picnic table in her backyard.

The quiet of the morning was interrupted by the sound of you biting into the crisp flesh of the apple, gaining the attention of the woman next door. Wanda looked up, her eyes meeting yours over the fence. She offered a tentative smile, and you returned it, feeling a bit awkward. "Morning," you speak quietly.

"Sounded like you had quite the night," Wanda commented, her voice carrying a hint of amusement. "I heard Natasha's car leave early." You felt a blush creep up your cheeks, but she just shrugged. "It's not the first time she's spent the night with someone new around here.”

You cleared your throat, taking a sip of the hot coffee to buy yourself some time. "Yeah, we had a... good time," you admitted, trying to keep your tone casual. "Just a friendly neighborly chat."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "If you say so," she said, taking another bite of her toast. You couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious under her gaze, wondering what she thought of the noise that had surely carried over the night before.

Shaking off the awkwardness, you sat on the porch's top step, watching as Wanda's dog, a fluffy golden retriever, frolicked in the dew-kissed grass. The sight of her enjoying her quiet morning routine was comforting, a stark contrast to the chaos of the club and the intense passion that had consumed you hours ago.

"So, how do you like Foxwood?" Wanda asked, breaking the silence. You took a moment to consider her question, the apple juice from the fruit lingering on your tongue.

"It's... different," you replied honestly. "But a good different. I think I could get used to it." 

Wanda nodded, a knowing look in her eye. "I've heard it can be quite the change of pace," she said, her voice carrying a hint of something more. You couldn't help but wonder what she knew about Natasha and the club. 

"How long have you lived here?" you asked, changing the subject.

"Oh, uh, since I left Westview," Wanda said, taking a sip of her coffee. She glanced back at her house, her expression wistful. "I've seen many people come and go, looking for something new. Sometimes they find it, sometimes they don't."

You nodded, taking another sip of your coffee. "I'm hoping to find some peace here," you said, the words coming out more earnest than you had intended.

Wanda's gaze softened. "Well, if you need anything, I'm just next door. Any friend of Piet's is a friend of mine. And Natasha, she's a good time, but she's got her own demons to deal with. Just remember to take care of yourself, okay?" There was a gentle warning in her tone, one that you couldn't ignore.

You nodded, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and unease. "I will," you promised, finishing off your coffee. "Thanks, Wanda."

With a final smile, Wanda turned back to her breakfast, and you retreated into your house, the whispers of Natasha and the club slowly fading into the background. As you stepped into the shower, the hot water washing away the sweat and scent of the night before, you made a decision. You would keep Natasha at arm's length, and enjoy the casual fling, but you wouldn't let her become your everything. You had too much to figure out on your own.

Months had passed, and you found yourself falling into a comfortable rhythm. You were finally unpacked completely, you felt that you were comfortable at home, and work. You had even started to make a few friends around town. You'd run into Nat at the club occasionally when you felt like going out with Piet, but try as she might you kept yourself at an arm's distance, not wanting to start this fresh start the same way you left Westview. You also talked to Wanda more frequently, growing closer as you got to know the older woman without the shadow of her younger brother looming over you.

Pietro was happy you were getting acclimated but wasn’t too thrilled about how close you were getting with his sister. You assured him over and over that it was nothing, but even you knew that was false. Your next-door neighbor was insatiably attractive, and you couldn’t help but want to explore further. You just weren’t sure if losing your high school best friend was also worth it. 

After a particularly taxing day at work, you decided to text Pietro and let him know you would be swinging by the club tonight to blow off some steam.

When you entered, there was something in the air, a tension that had been building since you saw Nat last. It was like you could feel the electricity between you even before you laid eyes on her. You had decided to go out with some friends from the office, a casual Friday night out, but the moment you stepped into the club, you knew Natasha was there.

Her eyes locked onto yours from across the crowded dance floor, a smoldering look that sent a shiver down your spine. She was dancing with a group of men, her movements fluid and sensual, but it was clear she was only doing it for show. You watched as she excused herself from the group as you ordered your usual, the smirk on her face growing as she approached you. "Miss me?" she whispered in your ear, hand resting on your chest as she leaned in, her breath hot and sweet with the scent of whiskey.

You couldn't deny the spark that ignited within you, but you kept your cool. "Can't say I have," you lied, sipping on your drink. Her eyes searched yours, looking for any hint of the truth. But you had learned to keep your cards close to your chest. "But it's always nice to see a familiar face," you added with a smirk. Some of your coworkers had already worked thier way over to a table, others were lingering by the bar and watching the interaction from afar, eyebrows raised and whispers echoing behind you.

Natasha's gaze lingered on your lips, and you could see the hunger in her eyes. She leaned in closer, her hand sliding around your waist. "Let's go somewhere private," she whispered, her voice thick with desire. You hesitated for a moment, knowing where this would lead and not wanting to play with this fire again. However, the desire to feel someone's body against yours was too strong to resist. Downing your drink in one, you set the glass back on the bar and motioned that you were going in the back for a little bit to your coworkers.

Hoots and hollers came from the table full of people from your office, as you followed her through the club, the lights and music pulsing around you, a stark contrast to the quiet of your nights at home. She led you to the same VIP room where it all began, the red velvet curtains pulled back to reveal the space. "It's all yours," she said, a devilish grin playing on her lips.

As she began to dance for you again, you couldn't help but be drawn in by the seductive sway of her hips and the way her eyes never left yours. The whispers of doubt grew louder, but so did the whispers of desire. You took a deep breath, letting the beat of the music fill your chest, and decided to indulge in the moment.

As Natasha danced closer, her body brushing against yours, you reached out to touch her, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt of excitement through you. She responded eagerly, her hands sliding up your thighs and her mouth finding yours in a fiery kiss. You felt the walls you had built up start to crumble, the passion between you undeniable.

With a growl, you pulled her closer, wrapping her thighs around your waist, her nails digging into your skin as you kissed her neck, feeling her pulse race beneath your lips. You knew this was a dangerous game, one that could lead to heartache, but at this moment, all you could think about was the way it felt to have someone in your arms.

You laid her down roughly, your eyes roaming over her body as you stripped off her lingerie. She was as beautiful as ever, her red hair fanned out on the pillow in the corner like a fiery halo. You felt your cock twitch with anticipation as she reached up to unbuckle your pants, her eyes never leaving yours.

The whispers of the past grew louder as you kissed her again, but you pushed them away, focusing on the here and now. Your hands found her breasts, squeezing gently as she moaned into your mouth. You could feel her wetness, her pussy begging for you to fill it. You didn't bother with foreplay, you already knew what she liked, and you knew she was ready. Reaching down into one of your pockets, you removed the trusty wallet condom, slipping the folded leather back into your pocket while the redhead was squirming below you, kneading your breasts while you tore into the package and slid the article over your now pulsing shaft. 

"Fuck, Y/N," she moaned, reaching down and slowly pumping your length as you leaned down and nibbled at her neck. You smiled against her warmed skin, biting down on her collarbone, causing her to gasp and arch her back as you soothed the spot with your tongue. She fisted your hair, pulling your head up. "You're so big, baby." she moaned into your ear, causing your eyes to flutter shut and a growl to come from your lips. 

Without warning you entered her, and the world around you faded away, leaving only the two of you and the passion that burned between you. The whispers grew quieter as you lost yourself in Natasha, her moans of pleasure echoing in your ears. It was as if she had cast a spell over you, one that made you forget about everything else. You moved together in a dance as old as time, your bodies in perfect sync, your hearts racing in time with the music.

But as the night grew darker and the whispers grew faint, you couldn't shake the feeling that this was a mistake. That you were playing with fire, and eventually, you would get burned. You didn't know if you could handle the intensity of what was growing between you, the fear of losing yourself in Natasha's world. The unmistakable feeling in your gut was creeping up in your stomach, the feeling like this should be someone else. But for now, you pushed those thoughts aside, giving in to the heat of the moment, hoping it would be enough to silence the whispers once and for all. 

Shifting Natasha to your lap while you stayed nestled inside her, you encouraged her to begin riding you as you both sloppily kissed one another.  Your hands found themselves on her hips, aiding her in setting the pace that had your eyes rolling back in your head. The room was spinning with lust and the smell of sex. You were suddenly pulled from your passion as the sound of the curtain being pulled back drew you back to reality. Natasha was still riding you as you looked over,  feeling like ice water had now been dumped over you. 

Two pairs of sea-green eyes took in the scene before them, both with extremely different emotions behind them. 

Fuck.

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 2 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with their tail between thier legs?

TW: Smut, Intersex reader

Word Count: 3.1K

Read Pt. 1 HERE

Blue Jeans and Leather, Never Looked That Hot Before

Natasha grinned and took your hand, leading you through the maze of the club. The back was dimly lit, the music muffled by the walls. She pushed open a door that led into a hallway lined with more doors, each with a red velvet curtain. You followed her into one of the smaller, more intimate dance rooms. The walls were lined with plush red fabric, and the floor was sticky with the residue of spilled drinks. A dancer twirled around the pole in the center of the room, her eyes meeting yours briefly before she went back to her routine.

"These are our party rooms, for smaller groups who want thier own show." Natasha gestured to the doors as you passed, the muffled sounds of laughter and music seeping through. The walls were painted a deep, sultry red, and the floor was sticky from the countless drinks that had been spilled over the years. You couldn't help but feel a bit like a fish out of water, but Natasha's confidence was reassuring.

The VIP room was a stark contrast to the rest of the club—spacious, clean, and lit with soft, warm lights that cast a glow over the velvet couches and chrome fixtures. A dancer was already there, stretching out her legs as she awaited her next client. She gave you a seductive smile, but Natasha waved her off. "You're with me," she said, before turning to you with a wink. "I'll show you what Foxwood's nightlife is all about." She swayed over to the music control, quickly selecting a song before making her way back to the center stage.

Her hips began to sway as the music grew louder, the bass thumping in time with your racing heart. Natasha moved closer, her movements fluid and mesmerizing. She danced around you, her hands tracing the air, inviting you into her world of sensuality and abandon. The familiar beat of the song slowly faded away as you allowed yourself to fall entranced in the way Natasha moved in front of you.

Her eyes locked onto yours, holding you captive as she twirled around the pole, her body a masterpiece of strength and grace. Her smile grew more enticing with every pass, her touch feather-light as she brushed against your arms, leaving trails of heat in her wake. You felt your body respond, your pulse quickening as she leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Do you like it, Y/N?" she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

The dance grew more intimate, Natasha's hips grinding against yours as she moved to the rhythm of the music. You couldn't help but get lost in the moment, the whispers of the past echoing in your mind. Your hands found their way to her waist, pulling her closer as she wrapped her legs around you, the dance turning into something more. Your heart hammered in your chest, the beat of the music mimicking the pulse of your desire. The whispers grew louder, the memories of late nights and fleeting glances mixing with the scent of Natasha's perfume. You were pulled from your reverie as her sultry voice echoed in your ear. You could feel a low growl leaving your lips at the combination of your current frustration and the taunting of the woman before you.

"The club has a strict no-touching policy, Y/N." Natasha whispered as she straddled your lap, her hands roaming up your chest, her eyes locked onto yours, challenging you to break it. "But for you, I think we can make an exception."

Her hips began to gyrate to the music, each movement more sensual than the last. You felt your body respond, your hands itching to follow the curves of her body, to trace the lines of her muscles as they flexed with every move. The whispers grew louder, urging you to indulge in the moment. You leaned back into the velvet couch, Natasha's dance a siren's call that you were powerless to resist. Her hands slid up to your neck, playing with the ends of your hair as she leaned in, her breath hot against your skin. The world outside of the VIP room faded away, leaving only the two of you in a haze of desire and need.

"I think we need to call it a night, Y/N. Piet is probably 'busy', and we have unfinished business to attend to." Natasha whispered, her breath warm and tantalizing against your neck.

The music grew louder, the lights dimmer, as Natasha's dance grew more intimate. Her hands slipped under your shirt, her nails lightly scratching against your skin as she ground against you. Your eyes were locked onto hers, the intensity of the moment making it hard to breathe. She gasped as you shifted forward, pulling her into your chest.

Her movements grew bolder, her body pressing into yours as the whispers grew louder, egging you on. You felt your hands slide up her thighs, her skin hot and smooth beneath your touch. "Let's go then, Natasha."

Her eyes lit up at your response, a wicked smile playing on her lips as she stood, taking your hand in hers. "Let's go," she murmured, leading you out of the VIP room, and stopping in her dressing room to grab her jacket before leading you through the club. You could feel the multitudes of eyes on you as she weaved you through the now bustling floor before the cool night air hit you as she pulled you out front.

You followed her to a sleek black car parked in the back, the engine purring softly. She leaned against the hood, her legs crossed at the ankles. "So, where do you want to go?" she asked, her smile never faltering.

"Mine, I'll lead the way," you smirked, pulling her into you and pressing your lips to hers, feeling the electricity pass between the two of you. She giggled against your mouth before pulling away, the cool evening air a stark contrast to the heat of the club. You climbed onto your bike, the engine rumbling to life as Natasha slid into the drivers seat of her car.

The ride through Foxwood was exhilarating, the wind in your hair and the thrum of the bike's engine beneath you. You led Natasha to the outskirts of town, where your new home waited. The house loomed in the distance, the porch light casting a warm glow that seemed to beckon you home. The night was alive with the sounds of crickets and distant music, a stark contrast to the chaos of the club.

Pulling into the driveway, you killed the engine and swung your leg over the bike, the silence of the night wrapping around you like a blanket. Natasha parked her car and joined you, her heels clicking against the concrete as she walked closer.

"Your place is..." she trailed off, taking in the quaint exterior of your new home. "Charming," she finished, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"Mmmm, let me show you how charming it is," your voice was laced with innuendo, your intentions not well hidden. You grabbed Natasha's hand and led her up the porch steps, the old wooden boards creaking under your combined weight. The door swung open, revealing the warmly lit living room with your unpacked boxes scattered around. It was a stark contrast to the sultry club you just left, but somehow it made the situation feel even more intimate.

You didn't bother with the lights, instead letting the soft glow from the street lamps outside filter through the windows. You led Natasha through the house, the heat between you growing with every step. She giggled as you playfully tugged her closer, your hands roaming over her body. In the bedroom, you pushed her against the wall, her breath hitching as you claimed her mouth again.

Her jacket fell to the floor, revealing the matching lingerie beneath. She was a vision of temptation, and you couldn't resist the urge to explore every inch of her. Your hands slipped over the smooth fabric, tracing the lines of her body as if you were memorizing them. You could feel the whispers of the past trying to pull you under, but Natasha's soft moans kept you anchored in the present.

You broke the kiss, your eyes scanning the room for the perfect spot. The bed was made, but the chaos of the unpacked boxes had created a cozy, intimate space. You backed Natasha towards the bed, her legs hitting the edge as you pushed her down, the mattress bouncing slightly under her weight. She looked up at you, her eyes half-lidded with desire, as you lifted the black tee shirt off your body, letting it fall to the floor.

Natasha groaned at the sight of you in front of her. Her eyes roved over your chiseled torso, a hint of surprise in her gaze at the sight of your well-defined abs. You leaned down, your mouth hovering over hers as your hands slid up to unhook her bra. She arched her back, allowing you to remove it, her breasts spilling out into your eager hands. "Off," she commanded, snapping the band of your sports bra against your skin.

You complied, the material sliding down your arms and falling to the floor. The coolness of the room hit your bare skin, making your nipples peak with anticipation. Natasha's eyes raked over you, her teeth grazing her bottom lip as she took in the sight of your bare chest.

With a seductive smile, Natasha reached for the button of your jeans, her movements slow and deliberate. You pushed her backward, her auburn hair fanning out behind her on the dark satin bedding. You leaned down, capturing her lips in a messy, sloppy kiss. The nagging voices in your head grew quieter as Natasha's hands roamed over your body, pulling you closer. You felt her nails dig into your back as you kissed down her neck, her breath coming in short gasps.

The bedroom was a cocoon of shadows and soft light, the outside world forgotten. The scent of her perfume mingled with the musk of arousal, filling the air with a heady potency that made your head spin. You slid your hands up Natasha's body, feeling her curves and her soft skin under your fingertips. Her breath hitched as your thumb brushed over her nipple, her hand reaching to pull your head closer to her chest.

Her legs parted as you kissed along her collarbone, feeling the heat between her thighs as she ground against you. Your cock was definitely hard, straining against the fabric of your pants, demanding release. You slid your hand down her body, cupping her pussy through her dress. She moaned, pushing into your touch. "Take them off," she whispered, her voice husky with need. Your eyes shut at the sound of her voice, a sharp inhale escaping your lips as your fingers rubbed her clit through the fabric of her lace lingerie.

You slid your hand under the band of her underwear, feeling the wetness that had soaked through. She gasped, her hips rising to meet your hand. You felt her hand on your own pants, her fingers deftly working the button and zipper. Your cock sprang free, and she reached down to wrap her hand around it, stroking it lightly. You whimpered at the contact, your tip was deep red angry, and leaking with your heightened arousal.

Natasha's hands worked you over, her mouth finding your neck and leaving a trail of kisses and love bites. You couldn't think of anything but the way she felt, the way she tasted. You didn't want to be the playboy anymore, but in this moment, with Natasha, you didn't feel like you had a choice. Her body was a work of art, and you couldn't help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight.

"I want you," she murmured, her breath hot against your ear. She sat up, her hand still wrapped around your cock as she pushed you onto the bed. You watched as she stood, her hands slipping down to remove her lace panties that barely contained her. You reached out, hooking your fingers in the band and pulling them down, her pussy glistening in the soft light.

Natasha straddled you, her wetness coating your abs as she positioned herself over your erection. She took a moment to admire the look on your face, the mix of desire and surprise. With a sly smile, she reached down and guided you to her entrance, the anticipation almost unbearable. You could feel her warmth, the slickness of her arousal coating the tip of your cock. She took a deep breath before sliding down, inch by agonizing inch, until she was fully seated.

"Oh god," she moaned, her head falling back as she began to move up and down, her tightness enveloping you, the sound of her wetness filling the room. Your eyes rolled back in your head, the sensation overwhelming. The whispers of the past were gone, replaced by the here and now, the feeling of Natasha's warm, wet pussy wrapped around your cock. You gripped the bed sheets, the fabric rough against your palms as you watched her ride you, her breasts bouncing with every movement. Her movements were tauntingly seductive, effectively teasing but you couldn't handle much more.

Your hands gripped her waist firmly, flipping the two of you over, a sharp gasp leaving her as you kept yourself enveloped inside of her warmth, the force of tossing her to the bed pushing your length furth inside her. "You feel so good," you murmured, your eyes locked onto hers as you began to thrust. Her nails dug into your back, her legs wrapping around your waist as she urged you deeper, her moans growing louder with every stroke. You shifted her legs, wrapping one around your waist and the other onto your shoulder, driving deeper into her as her eyes rolled back.

Her walls tightened around you, her breathing erratic. "Harder," she panted, her hips rising to meet your every thrust. You obliged, your movements growing more intense, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the room. You watched as Natasha's breasts bounced with every motion, the sight making you even harder. You reached up to play with one of her nipples, rolling it between your thumb and forefinger as she arched her back, her eyes closing in pleasure. Feeling her tightening around you, she was getting closer and closer to her climax. You leaned down, capturing her mouth in a deep, passionate kiss as you picked up the pace, your hips slapping against hers in a punishing rhythm. Her nails raked down your back, leaving a trail of fire that only served to spur you on.

You felt Natasha's body begin to tremble, her moans turning into whimpers as she neared the edge. You reached down, your thumb finding her clit and applying the perfect amount of pressure. Her eyes snapped open, her gaze locking onto yours as she came, her body convulsing around you. The feeling was too much, and you followed her over the edge, your release hot and intense, filling her up as you groaned into her neck. For a moment, you stayed there, your bodies tangled together, your hearts racing in sync.

"Fuck, Y/N," she panted as she let out a slight chuckle.

"Well, yeah, that's kinda what we just did," you quipped as you rolled over onto your back, resting next to the redhead's sweat-covered body.

Natasha giggled, leaning over to kiss your cheek. "I mean, really fuck." She sighed, her breath hot and her eyes sparkling. "That was... intense."

You couldn't help but smile, your chest heaving with exertion. "It was," you agreed, running a hand through your hair. The room was still, save for the sound of your breathing slowing to normal.

Natasha leaned up on her elbow, her eyes searching yours. "You know, I didn't expect this," she admitted, a hint of something else lurking in her tone. You propped yourself up on your side, looking over her nude body before quirking your eyebrow her way.

"What's that?" you asked, your voice still thick with desire as you traced your thumb over Natasha's collarbone, feeling the rapid beat of her pulse beneath your fingertip.

"I usually don't hook up like this," Natasha confessed, a hint of shyness peeking through her seductive facade. "But with you, it just feels... right." Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, which you found surprisingly endearing on the usually confident woman.

You chuckled, stroking her hair away from her face. "I wish I could say the same," you admitted. "But I've had a few... encounters." The words felt foreign, but with Natasha, you felt a strange need to be honest.

You couldn't help but notice a slight drop in her expression before her eyes flashed back up to yours. "I'm not looking for anything serious right now, Natasha. I want that to be clear." you sat up, turning yourself to look out the window of your room. "I just left a fucked situation, moved here so I could start fresh. I don't want to drag someone through me finding myself again."

Natasha propped herself up on an elbow, the sheet pooling around her waist. "That's fair," she said, her voice quiet. "But can we just... enjoy this for what it is?" She looked hopeful, her eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. "When we need each other, we're just, here?"

You nodded, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders. "Yeah, I think I can do that. No feelings, right?" You turned back to her, a genuine smile spreading across your face. She nodded her head yes, biting her lip in the process. You leaned in and kissed her again, feeling the passion between you flare up once more. Her hands began to roam your body, her nails tracing light patterns across your chest.

You pulled Natasha closer, feeling her soft breasts press against your skin. You rolled her onto her back, your cock still hard and ready for more. You kissed your way down her body, her breath hitching as your mouth found her neck, your teeth grazing her sensitive skin. You continued downward, pausing to suck on her nipples, making her moan with pleasure. Your hand found its way between her legs, your fingers slipping through her wetness as you teased her clit. This was going to be a long night. 

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I Work Too Hard, Can You Fuckin' Pay Me?

Part 1 - Y/N moved to escape some of thier looming troubles from Westview, to the place that their best friend said would make a difference. New job, new digs, will Y/N make a change for the better, or leave another city with thier tail between thier legs?

A/N: Mini Series, I guess. Intersex reader, looking for a new life. Smut, Angst, all the fun things. Enjoy!

Word Count: 4.7K

Come Get Your Fix, Just Whisper It

The sun beat its way through the cracked windshield of the rental truck as you sighed deeply. Your tanned, inked shoulders pushed back against the scratchy fabric of the seat below, the dull crackle of a shitty radio echoing through the cab as the monotonous click of the blinker indicated your intention. The exit sign for 'Foxwood' blurred into view, its faded letters promising escape from the mind-numbing highway.

You hated moving, you really did. But there was something about Foxwood that called to you, something that felt like home, even though you had never set foot in the place before. The GPS instructed you to turn left onto a narrow, paved road, flanked by tall, ancient oaks that stretched out their branches like welcoming arms.

This purchase was made sight unseen, knowing you had to find something quickly before you began your new job. You had done the whole apartment thing and couldn't do it again. So the moment this house popped up for sale, your agent called, and you bought it blindly, knowing you needed it. You had high hopes for the place, something that would hopefully bring a smile to your face, something that could make you feel alive again.

As you followed the winding road, you caught glimpses of quaint, well-kept houses with flowers blooming in their front gardens. The occasional rustle of leaves whispered secrets as you drove deeper into the town. The quiet was eerie but also comforting, like a gentle hush that promised peace and privacy. You knew you weren't far, your friend was up ahead leaning against his car, waiting for your arrival. As you approached the home, you took in your surroundings more carefully. A few neighbors watched as your brakes squealed, signaling that you had come to a stop in the driveway of your new home.

Some children were walking down the street, backpacks in tote, indicating that school had let out a little bit ago. They were laughing and giggling, as they one by one peeled off of thier group and made thier respective way home. The sound of their laughter was like a breath of fresh air, and it made you feel a bit less anxious about the whole situation. The house was a charming two-story Craftsman, painted a soft shade of grey with brown trim. The porch looked welcoming, with a swing that swayed slightly in the breeze. The yard was a little overgrown, but you could see the potential it had to be a lush, green paradise.

As you climbed out of the truck, the heat of the day slapped you in the face like a wet towel. You wiped the sweat from your forehead with the back of your hand and walked over to where your friend, Pietro, was standing. He was taller than you remembered, his hair had grown out into a messy mop, and there was a new confidence in his stance. His grin was the same though, wide and welcoming, as he threw his arms around you in a bear hug. "You made it," he exclaimed, slapping you on the back. "Come on, let's get you settled in."

You followed him inside, the coolness of the house a relief after the sweltering heat outside. The interior was surprisingly bright, with sunlight streaming in through the large windows and bouncing off the gleaming hardwood floors. There was a faint scent of lemon in the air, hinting at recent cleaning efforts. Pietro led you to the kitchen, where a woman was unloading a box of dishes and glasses.

"Hope you don't mind, but I asked sis to help," Pietro said as you both walked into the room. She was stunning, with her hair pulled back in a messy bun and a sprinkle of freckles across her nose. She looked up and offered a warm smile that made your heart skip a beat.

"Welcome to Foxwood," she said, extending a hand. "I'm Wanda, your new neighbor and occasional pain in the ass." You took her hand, feeling the electricity between you. Her grip was firm, her eyes a piercing green that seemed to see right through you as they ran up and down your body.

"Thanks," you managed to reply, trying to play it cool despite the sudden surge of butterflies in your stomach. "I'm Y/N. I guess I'll be the new girl in town." You sent her a dashing smile before Pietro interrupted.

"Wands moved before I was able to introduce you two when we were in high school. Too quick to get the fuck out of Westview," he laughed, coming behind his sister and draping an arm around her shoulders. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully and shrugged his arm off.

"I don't blame her," you laugh, catching her glance back over at you. "Westview is a shithole."

Wanda arched an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips. "Tell me something I don't know," she said, her voice light and teasing.

"Well, Wands," Pietro started, a knowing smirk on his face. "This one seemed to run every woman or daughter out of town. She's always been a little bit of a player."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, the playfulness replaced with curiosity. "Is that so?" she said, leaning against the counter. "And what brings you to Foxwood, dare I ask?"

You cleared your throat, trying to find the right words. "A new job," you replied, your voice a bit too high-pitched for your liking. "And a chance to get away from all that drama. Start fresh."

Wanda nodded, studying you with those piercing eyes. "Well, I'm sure you'll fit right in here. Everyone loves a good redemption story," she said, a hint of amusement in her tone. "And if you need anything, I'm just next door. Now, if you don't mind, I need to head home and get ready for dinner with Agatha." she turned, hugging Pietro before throwing the towel on her shoulder into the sink.

Pietro rolled his eyes. "That old hag?" he teased, earning a playful elbow from his sister.

"She's younger than me, Piet. If that is what you think of her, I would hate to know what you think of little old me."

Pietro's cheeks flushed red, but he chuckled it off, slapping his sister on the shoulder. "Wands, you know I didn't mean it like that. I love you, I'm morally obligated to." he laughed, shying away as she punched him in the chest.

"Ass!" she smirked, turning to you. "Y/N, it was a pleasure, albeit a brief one. I'm just next door if you need any help."

Her eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than necessary, leaving you with a strange mix of excitement and nerves. You nodded. "Thanks, Wanda. I'll keep that in mind." You flashed her another smile, moving out of her way so she could walk away from you and Pietro, and you watched as she left.

"No, Y/N. Just...No." Piet's voice cut through the air as you watched her leave. "Don't mess with Wanda," he warned, his eyes serious. "She's had enough bullshit in her life without you bringing your Westview drama here."

You shrugged, trying to play it off. "I'm not planning on messing with anyone, Pete," you said, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Just here to work and keep my head down." But as you took a sip, you couldn't help but feel the weight of his words. You had a history, and it wasn't exactly squeaky clean.

The rest of the day was spent unpacking boxes and getting the house in order. The place had good bones, but it was clear that the previous owners hadn't put much effort into the upkeep. There were cobwebs in the corners and a layer of dust that had to be thick enough to write your name in. But every time you looked outside and saw the picturesque street, you felt a flicker of hope that this could be your fresh start. Pietro helped you move everything that was left in the truck inside and took it back for you before he went home for the night.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with a warm orange glow, you finally finished setting up the living room. You flopped onto the couch, letting out a sigh of relief that was quickly interrupted by the sound of a knock on the door. It was Wanda, dressed in a simple sundress that made her look like she'd just stepped out of a magazine. Her eyes ran up and down your exhausted, sweaty frame, you were in just a pair of sweatpants and a tank top. Once she made eye contact with you again, she smiled. "Hey, I hope I'm not interrupting," she said, holding up a tray of food. "I figured you'd be too tired to cook."

Her smile was infectious, and before you knew it, you were inviting her inside. The tray was filled with a mouthwatering assortment of dishes that smelled heavenly—roast chicken, garlic mashed potatoes, and steamed vegetables. "Wow, this is amazing," you said, your stomach rumbling. "Thank you so much."

Wanda waved off your gratitude with a casual flick of her wrist. "It's the least I could do," she said, setting the tray down on the kitchen counter. "I know moving can be a real bitch."

You couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious in her presence. She had an air of confidence that you hadn't seen in a long time, something you had lost amidst the parties and one-night stands back in Westview. You tried to ignore the way your heart fluttered every time she was near, telling yourself that this was just friendship, and Pietro's older sister- nothing more. But as you watched her unpack the Tupperware containers, her slender fingers moving with purpose, you found it harder and harder to keep that thought in your head.

"Here you go," she set everything out, all you had to do was serve yourself. "You can bring me the containers whenever," she said, before heading back to the door. "Have a good night." she winked before turning to walk out the door.

"Thank you," you called after her, watching as she stepped back into the warm embrace of the evening. The door clicked shut, leaving you with the tantalizing smell of the food and a sudden feeling of loneliness.

You filled a plate, the aroma making your mouth water as you took a bite of the chicken. It was tender and perfectly seasoned, the taste exploding on your tongue. You had to admit, that Wanda had skills in the kitchen. You took your dinner to the porch, the swing groaning under your weight as you sat down. The evening air was cooler now, and the street was silent except for the occasional distant laughter of children playing in the twilight. With the slight breeze that was cooling everything off, you decided to open some windows, and allow the house to air out some.

As you sat there, you couldn't shake the feeling that Wanda had left you with. You had never felt so...seen by someone before. It was as if she knew all your secrets just by looking at you. But you weren't about to let that ruin your first night in your new home. You had a job to start in the morning, and you needed to be well-rested. So, you finished your meal and decided to rest, getting yourself ready for bed.

The night passed quickly, and before you knew it, the sun was peeking through the windows, signaling the start of a new day. You dragged yourself out of bed and into the shower, the hot water doing little to wash away the last of your weariness. As you toweled off, you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. The person staring back at you looked like a stranger—tired eyes and a rumpled expression that told a story of a life lived hard and fast. You vowed to change that, starting now.

You threw on some clean clothes and headed downstairs, the aroma of fresh coffee wafting from the kitchen. The house was eerily quiet without the clamor of boxes and the banter with Pietro. Thankful that you remembered to set the timer to the coffee pot, you opened the cabinets until you found the one that your coffee mugs had been put into. You poured a glass of the liquid, putting just a hint of sugar in it and taking a swig.

As you sipped, you glanced out the kitchen window to see Wanda's car parked in her driveway. A part of you was relieved she was home; the thought of seeing her again made your heart race. Another part was nervous. You didn't want to give her any reason to think that you were the same old you. You were here for a new start, after all. You stacked up the now clean containers that she had brought you dinner in and neatly put them in a bag before getting yourself ready for work.

You stepped out of the house, the cool morning air kissing your cheeks and making you feel alive. You walked over to Wanda's house, the bag of containers swinging at your side. As you approached the door, you took a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves that had suddenly taken over your body. You knocked, the sound echoing through the quiet street.

The door swung open, and there she was, dressed in a pair of jeans and a loose-fitting shirt that still managed to hug her curves in all the right places. Her hair was down today, cascading over her shoulders in gentle waves. She looked surprised to see you but quickly composed herself. "Morning," she said, her voice a little raspy from sleep.

"Sorry, I know it's early. I wanted to give these back before I forgot." You handed her the bag of containers, trying not to stare at the way the morning light kissed her skin.

Wanda took the bag, a small smile playing on her lips. "No worries, I'm usually up early. I appreciate it." She stepped aside, gesturing for you to come in. "Would you like some coffee?"

You shook your head, gesturing to the cup sitting on top of your car. "No, thank you though, and dinner was delicious."

Wanda nodded, her eyes lingering on you for a moment too long before she turned away to set the bag by what you assumed was the entrance to her kitchen. "You're more than welcome, Y/N. Pietro said you're starting work today?"

"Yeah, I am," you replied, your eyes following her as she walked inside and then came back to the door.

"I guess I should have guessed," she insinuated, motioning to the suit you were now wearing. "What do you do, again?"

You took a deep breath, your nerves starting to rise in front of this ethereal woman. "I'm an architect," you said proudly. "Starting at the new firm downtown."

Wanda's eyes lit up with interest. "Oh, really?" she leaned against the doorframe. "That's cool."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit more at ease. "I'm hoping to make a name for myself here, maybe even start my own firm one day."

Wanda nodded, her eyes thoughtful. "Well, Foxwood's definitely growing. Could use some fresh designs to spruce the place up," she said with a smile.

You nod, looking down at your watch, realizing you were really cutting it close. "I should get going, I don't want to be late on my first day," you said, taking a step back. "Thank you, Wanda." you smile, stepping backward as you walk toward your car.

"Good luck," she called after you, her voice soothing and genuine. You smiled, before turning around to walk the rest of the way to your waiting Audi. You grabbed the coffee off the roof, settling yourself inside. As you drove off to work, you couldn't help but think back to your brief interactions with Wanda. You had only seen her in pictures, and she certainly grew into her looks.

The office was bustling when you arrived, and the air was thick with the scent of ambition and freshly brewed coffee. You were greeted by your new boss, Mr. Castillo, a man with a firm handshake and a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. He walked you around, introducing you to the team. Each person you met offered a polite nod and a murmur of welcome, but you could feel the underlying curiosity—who was this new face that had strutted into their well-established dynamic?

The first few days were a blur of paperwork, meetings, and getting acquainted with the projects you'd be working on. You threw yourself into your work, eager to prove that you weren't just a pretty face from Westview. You had skills, and you were here to use them. You found yourself working late, working out, eating small meals, and sleeping. It was this same schedule, on repeat. Before you knew it, Friday was upon you, and Pietro was calling.

"Come out with me tonight," he begged. "You've been holed up in that house and that office all week. You need to live a little. Explore."

"Hello to you too, Piet." You chuckled into the phone, leaning back in your chair at the office. The clock on the wall ticked away the final moments of the workday. "But I'm pretty beat. I don't know if I'm up for a night out."

"Come on, it'll be fun," he said, his voice full of excitement. "I've got a surprise for you."

You hesitated, the thought of a surprise from Pietro sending a shiver down your spine. His ideas of fun tended to land you in trouble. "What's the surprise?"

"That defeats the whole point, Y/N. It wouldn't be a surprise if you knew what it was." His laugh was contagious, and despite your exhaustion, you found yourself smiling. "But I promise, it's nothing crazy."

You sighed, knowing that 'not crazy' for Pietro was still a relative term. But his enthusiasm was infectious, and the thought of letting loose after a week of intense focus was tempting. "Alright, fine," you conceded. "Where and when?"

The whoop of excitement on the other end of the line had you shaking your head. "I'll text you the details!" he yelled before hanging up, knowing you would change your mind if given the chance.

The day dragged on, but the anticipation of the night ahead kept you going. When you finally clocked out, you drove home with a mix of excitement and dread. You knew that going out with Pietro meant you would be meeting new people, and while you weren't necessarily a hermit, you were trying to turn a new page. You threw your coat onto the bench by the door, before stalking upstairs to your room. You sat down on the edge of your bed, peeling your dress shoes off your feet before undoing your tie. As you began to undress, you caught a glimpse of the woman next door. The elder Maximoff, lounged by the pool in her backyard, reading a book in a bikini.

The sight made your thoughts run wild, and your mouth went dry. You tried to shake it off, but the image of Wanda in that bikini was burned into your mind. You decided you needed to hop in the shower, so you quickly turned to get undressed and threw your work shirts into the laundry bin that would soon go to the dry cleaners.

As the hot water cascaded down your body, you couldn't help but replay the moments you had already with Wanda. You felt a stirring in your chest that was unfamiliar, a mix of attraction and something deeper. But you pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. You had a night out to get ready for, and you needed to be on your best behavior. You couldn't have any distractions, especially not from your best friend's sister.

After a quick shower and a change into a black deep-cut tee, black jeans, and a leather jacket, you checked your phone to find the details of the night's plans. "Meet me at The Den at 8," the text from Pietro read. You had just enough time to grab a bite to eat and mentally prepare yourself. You grabbed a granola bar from your snack cabinet and chugged a bottle of water, looking out the back window as you ate the aforementioned snack.

Deciding you would take the bike out instead, you put your helmet on before starting your blacked-out Harley. You smiled at the feel of the familiar rumble between your legs, and made your way out of the garage, propping it up on the kickstand before walking back to shut the garage door.

"Be careful, Y/N," Wanda called out from her porch as you climbed onto your bike. She had changed into a short, floral dress that highlighted her toned legs and a pair of sandals that made you wonder if she had ever worn shoes that weren't designer. You nodded, giving her a subtle salute as you accelerated down the street past her house.

The sun had already set by the time you pulled into the crowded parking lot of 'The Den', a popular local hangout spot. The music thumped in the distance, a bass that you could feel in your chest. The anticipation grew as you stepped off of the bike, straightening your jacket and running a hand through your hair. It had been a while since you'd been out, and the idea of a night free from the constraints of your new life was exhilarating.

Inside, the air was thick with the scent of spilled drinks and cheap perfume. The lights were dim, and the dance floor was packed with bodies moving in sync with the rhythm of the music. You spotted Pietro at the bar, his tall frame making him easy to find in the sea of people. He waved you over, a wide grin on his face. "You made it!" he shouted over the noise.

"Barely," you said, sliding onto the barstool next to him. He passed you a beer, already cold and sweating. "What's the plan?"

Pietro leaned in, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "First, we grab a drink or two. Then, I introduce you to the Foxwood nightlife."

You took a swig of the beer, the cold liquid sliding down your throat, a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling in your stomach. The last thing you wanted was to go back to your old ways, so this night was going to be a challenge. But as you scanned the room, you reminded yourself that you had changed. You weren't that person anymore. You were here to build a future, not rehash the past.

The first few hours were surprisingly tame. You talked with some of the locals, who were surprisingly welcoming despite your outsider status. They asked about your job and your life back in Westview, and you kept your answers vague, not wanting to dredge up any drama. You danced a bit, but it was more about the music than the flirtation. And every time you felt a pair of eyes on you, you couldn't help but look over at the door, expecting to see Wanda walk in.

"Okay, Maximoff. Out with it. What is this "surprise" you drug me out of my cozy night for?" you shouted over the music, now feeling the effects of your beverage choices cloud your brain.

Pietro leaned in, his smile growing wider. "I thought you'd never ask," he said, his voice barely audible over the thumping bass. He looped his arm around your neck, dragging you out of the bar you were at, and walking you down the street to another. "Welcome to heaven, Y/N." he motioned as you walked up to a padded door, the door swinging open as a bouncer checked your ID. The overwhelming scent of booze and perfume struck you, a remixed version of Deftones pumping through the speakers.

You walked in, Pietro high-fiving some people he clearly knew. "Welcome to Velvet, Y/N." Piet gestured around, the purple and red neon casting a dull shadow among all the dancers on thier platforms, and all in various states of undress. You felt like this could be trouble, but you had agreed to this night out, so you followed him through the sea of bodies to the VIP section. There was a table with a bottle of whiskey and two glasses already waiting. "You know how to pick your spots, Piet," you said, taking a seat.

"Isn't it great?" he smiled, his eyes dancing back and forth from one dancer to another.

You nodded, trying to keep your focus on the conversation and not on the... distractions around you. "It's... different from what I expected," you shouted back. His eyebrow shot up, a look of doubt on his face.

"Don't tell me you've gone completely soft on me, Y/N. You would have been all over a metal strip club like this a few years ago." He said, pouring you a glass of whiskey.

You took the glass with a nod, trying to keep your cool as you surveyed the scene around you. The music was loud, the lights were strobing, and the dancers were... mesmerizing. "I'm trying to not be the playboy me anymore, Piet."

He laughed, leaning over to you. "Just because you don't wanna be a fuckboy anymore, doesn't mean you need to be boring." He nudged you, his eyes still on the dancers. "Besides, I own this place," he stated, in the most nonchalant way possible.

"Excuse me?" You turned to him, questioning if you heard him correctly.

"Yeah, you heard me. I own this." he winked as one of the dancers pulled him into the back.

You couldn't help but feel a pang of annoyance. This wasn't what you had in mind when you agreed to go out. But before you could do anything, a figure caught your eye. Wanda. Dressed in a tight black dress that hugged her curves like a second skin, her hair cascading down in long, auburn waves, she looked like she didn't belong in this place. You felt your heart drop as she moved through the crowd, her eyes searching for something—or someone. She finally came up to someone, another woman, sitting with her at the table.

"Pietro, seriously?" you muttered under your breath, watching as he took the stage with one of the dancers, throwing money around like it was confetti. You watched as he threw himself at one of the dancers, Wanda laughing and shaking her head at his antics before he was pulled off the stage by another dancer.

"Don't worry, he does this every time he brings someone new to Velvet." A waitress dressed in a skimpy dress said as she came to grab your empty glasses. She had a pixie cut, green eyes, and a piercing smile. "I'm Natasha, by the way," she offered a hand.

"Y/N." you smiled, shaking hers in response.

"How do you know Pietro?" she asked, sitting down across from you.

"High school friends," you replied, watching as Wanda rolled her eyes at her brother's showmanship. She nodded, her gaze following yours. "He said he had a surprise for me tonight. I guess telling me he owned a strip club was the surprise." you laugh, shaking your head as you take another sip of your beer.

"Well, he does love to make an entrance," Natasha chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But he's a good guy, really. Really good boss. One of the best I've had."

You nodded, trying to keep your eyes from wandering back to Wanda. "Yeah, he's... something else," you said, your voice trailing off as you watched her. Natasha followed your gaze and smirked. "So, you're here to see the show, huh?"

"More like I'm here to keep an eye on him," you admitted, feeling a blush creep up your neck. "And maybe unwind a bit."

Natasha leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "Well, if you're looking to unwind, I can give you the VIP tour.”

You sat, thinking as the woman stood before you. "Sure. Why the fuck not?" You smiled, deciding that Piet was right. You really needed to let loose.