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Our Princess
princess reader x servants!wandanat
warnings: cheating, pevert wandanat, jealousy, innocence kink, smut, pet names, slight non-con, dubious consent, oral (r receiving), dom!wandanat.
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They knew what they were doing from the first moment they laid eyes on you. Fuck you were so perfect, the way your eyes widen when you giggled. How your dress rode up when you were watching TV. How innocent you were.
Your first interaction was when the two ladies were cleaning up. Wanda was washing the dishes in the kitchen with her apron on, Natasha sweeping the floors. That's when you wandered in, barefooted in a pink nightgown.
"Oh! Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt you guys!" you exclaimed, backing out of the kitchen. Natasha shot Wanda a smirk. Wanda met her gaze, they both were thinking the same thing- how fun messing with you would be.
Wanda bowed in your presence, "Don't mind us, princess." She purred. You, oblivious to their tactics, hummed in response. Making your way to a cabinet that was a bit too high for you. You stood on your tippy toes, your hand attempting to grasp the handle. In the process, your nightgown begins to ride up, giving the two women a view of your flowery underwear.
Fuck you looked so good like that, Natasha bit her lip. Wanda smacked Nat's arm, you were dating Maria and were their boss. You could ruin their lives with the flick of the wrist. But you were so addicting, they couldn't resist.
From that moment on, they'd try everything to be in your path but you suspected nothing. They were just trying their jobs, that's why you caught Wanda folding your underwear and Natasha sweeping the living room floor while you were trying to watch TV.
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You hummed, reading a book in your little sundress. You were tanning in your backyard by the pool. Maria, your girlfriend, was coming over to hang out with you. The sun was particularly hot today so you figured why not spend the day outside.
You had sunglasses on, that protected your eyes and a towel draped over your chair. You couldn't wait to play with her in the pool. Maria is your girlfriend and she's the same age as you. You guys went to school together and Maria admitted her love for you so the logical thing to do was to get together. At first you were hesitant but not for the reasons Maria thought. No, it wasn't internal homophobia, it was the fact that you hadn't been with anyone before. But Maria didn't mind your lack of experience.
"Hey hun, your girlfriend is here." Natasha spoke, ratherly harshly but nonetheless drawing your attention. Wonder what must of gotten her upset.. Your eyes followed her as she went back into the house. The door opened behind her, your girlfriend came out.
"Mar!!!" You squealed, running into her arms. She smiled and picked you up, "Hey princess!!" She chuckled, carrying you bridal style, to the seats. "Missed you" you mumbled in her arms.
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Wanda and Natasha watched from the windows. A feeling of jealousy sprang from this. It should be them out there with you. For you to run into Wanda's arms and Natasha to be the one carrying you.
For it to be their bodies against you, not that girl who couldn't care for you like they did. You needed real women to teach a delicate thing like you.
Natasha bit her lip as she watched Maria's hand rest on your ass. The way a innocent kiss from you, turned into Maria climbing onto of you. She began to leave kisses on your skin, marking you up. Maria looked up for a second, making eye contact with the two servants. She knew they were watching and was testing them. Daring them to try and stop this, to try and take her girl.
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You whimpered softly, you couldn't believe this was happening. Maria straddled you and began to bite and suck on your skin, leaving hickeys all over you. "Mar, that hurts" you mumbled against her. "Let me have my way with you doll, I promise you'll be satisfied by the end." She pushed,
The two women watched this interaction and saw it unfold. The way you were pushing back against Maria, how she ignored your protests and just dismissed you. They had enough.
"Maria your parents called, they said it was an emgerncy and they need you home" Wanda spoke. Maria jumped off of y/n and hurried out after giving her a little peck on the forehead and a quick "goodbye".
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After a moment of silence, Wanda made her way to you. You were sitting on the chair, your chest covered in marks from your girlfriend. A slight pout on your face. "What's the matter, dear?" Wanda cooed, Natasha coming up behind you with the same faux concern. "Yeah darling, what's got you all frowny? Hm?" Natasha hummed.
"Maria" you mumbled sadly, you didn't know why your girlfriend was suddenly acting like that. She said she'd take things slowly for you, but maybe it was going too slow for her liking.
"Awe, princess." Wanda whispered, stroking your back gently. "You know honey, we saw what happened. I think the problem is that you are such a delicate thing and your girlfriend doesn't understand that. A little thing liek you needs a real, mature woman fo help you navigate." She purred.
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"I think she might be ready for us Wanda, this seems like the perfect timing." Natasha whispered in the hall, trying not to let you hear the conversation between the two of them. "I don't know Nat, she seems like she isn't interested. You saw how things went down with Maria. A simple kiss turned her off." Wanda protested.
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Your face turned red, you were still thinking about what Natasha said earlier. How they'd treat you right, that you needed a mature woman teach you.
You began to feel an ache between your thighs. It was so wet and sticky, you didn't know what to do, so the only logical thing to do was to go ask the pair.
Your pillow bumps your clit as you make your way off your bed. You jolt in response, that feels weird but a good kind of weird. You attempt to gain that feeling back, of course not knowing what you're doing due to a lack of experience. Your hips rut against your pillow. You sigh gently, biting your lip to stiffle any sounds. A moan escapes your lips when suddenly you hear a voice hum in amusement.
You turn around to be greeted with Natasha's eyes which focused on the wet spot of your pillow and Wanda who was only smirking at you. Her eyes on your chest. Your nipples were hard and peeked through your thin tank top.
"H-How long have you been standing there?” you froze.
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"Mhm" you cried out. Fuck, you looked so good like this, they just wanted to take you but they restricted themselves. A fragile little thing like you needs to be treated like a princess. Natasha's tongue circled your clit, your hips buckled against her. "She's so responsive." Natasha mumbled against you, the comment directed towards the other servant.
Wanda had you against her, your back to her front. She held your hips in place for Natasha. "There, there, it's okay princess. If it's too much just let me or Natty know" She whispered softly.
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Punishments
Parings: Wandanat x female avenger
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Sub space, Edging, Denial, Bondage, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18!!!!!
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You tried to stifle your laughter as you ran down the hall to your room. Once you finally reached your room you didn’t even bother locking the door knowing nothing could stop them. The pranks you pulled on your girlfriends may have backfired a little but it was funny as hell.
It started with you hiding Natasha’s widow bites right before a mission, then you and switched the sugar and salt on Wanda the same say. And as the days went on you kept being a menace to your girlfriends. It didn’t bother them at first since the pranks were mainly harmless. That was until today when you decided to prank them by saying you got really hurt during training and made them come home early from their mission. Let’s just say the look they both gave you when they saw you were fine sent fear down your spine.
They told you they were giving you a few minute head start and to run so that’s what you did. You ran to your room even though you knew it wasn’t going to do anything. And in all reality Wanda and Nat had already been on the way home from their mission when they got your text but you didn’t need to know that. For them they wanted to punish you for causing fear to run through their veins and being a brat as of late.
So they let you get a five minute head start before they slowly made their way to your room. And when they got to your room you were already on the bed sitting on your knees with your palms up.
“Looks like someone knows they fucked up” Wanda says laughing a little bit at your attempt to be a good girl.
“Don’t think this one good act will get you out of being punished Detka” Natasha croons as she sits behind you on the bed. Her fingers slowly brush over your shoulder blades and you shiver at her touch.
“You’ve been so bad these last couple of weeks and we’ve let it slide but this..you need to be punished for” She adds giving you a gentle kiss at the base of your neck.
Wanda moves so she’s in front of you and she takes you chin in between her fingers and your eyes meet hers. She gives you a soft kiss that you knew is luring you into a false sense of security.
The two women share a knowing look before Wanda flicks her wrist and your clothes suddenly disappear. You shiver when you feel the cool air hit your skin and you felt your skin become littered with goosebumps. Both of Wanda’s hands find your shoulders and gently pushes you back against the bed as Natasha moves to your side.
“So pretty” Natasha coos running her nimble fingers down your exposed skin. She sits next to you and attaches her lips around your nipple making you gasp in pleasure.
Wanda moves in between your thighs and uses her magic to restrain your hands. You tug on the restraints but the red tendrils of magic squeeze your wrists tighter. Wanda kisses down your stomach and then moves to your thighs before stopping at your core. The sokovian slowly licks your waiting pussy and you moan in pleasure and surprise. Between Natasha sucking and licking your nipples with fever and Wanda kiss your clit you mewl.
What you didnt know was that both women were going to bring you to the brink and then rip it away from you. They were like lions hunting their prey. Wanda started to suck your clit and ate you like a woman starved. You squirmed underneath her and the russian making them smile in unison.
”You’re so pretty bunny” Natasha cooed in your ear kissing below it. You shiver as her cool breath hits your skin.
Wanda was quick to bring your attention back to her and she shoved two fingers into you unexpectedly. Your back arched off the bed as you try to catch your breathe but inevitably fail. She sets a hard and relentless pace hitting your g-spot every time.
“So fucking wet” Her accent slipped out when she spoke making you and Natasha share a look of lust. The two women were so enthralled with you that they almost forgot about your punishment. But unfortunately for you they didn’t and just as you were about to cum Wanda and Natasha ceased their movements.
“W-What?” You whined pouting at the both of them.
“Did you really think we were gonna let you off the look that easily?” Wanda snarked gripping your chin.
“You made us think you were hurt… You scared us” Natasha said and you heard a hint of fear in her voice. “You need to be taught a lesson” She finished speaking and switched places with Wanda.
“I-Im sorry! Mommy please” You beg Wanda as she comes closer to your face. She laughs before she gives you a light slap against your cheek.
“Shut up” She said in her stern tone that she knew made you fall into your sub space. You looked up at her with doe eyes that nearly made her melt. The way you looked at her she knew you were fully submitting to her her and Natasha.
“I-I’m sorry mommy i didn’t mean it” You said trying to free your hands but it was still no use.
“Say you’re sorry to daddy” Wanda pointed towards Natasha who was laying on your thigh with a devilish smirk.
“I’m sorry daddy” You apologized with sincerity to Natasha making her smile.
“It’s okay bunny but you still need to be punished okay?” She ran her hand up your thigh and started to play with your clit.
You gasped in pleasure feeling Natasha’s warm mouth on your clit. She licked you as if she was on a mission and to her she was. That’s when Wanda undid the restraints on your hands and they immediately flew to her hair bringing her into a kiss. Wanda gratefully accepted your kiss and held you close to her as she did. The two of you got lost in the kiss so lost that it wasn’t until Natasha stuck two fingers in you that you broke the kiss.
You looked back at Natasha who had a smirk on her face as she hit your most sensitive spots. Your hands went from Wanda’s hair to the sheets gripping them in pleasure. The band in your stomach was about to break it was so close until.
“Stop” Wanda commanded and Natasha ceased her assault on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You screamed out in agony as your orgasm was ripped away from you again. Wanda smacked your mouth again making you moan out.
“Watch your mouth” She said and you sunk back into the mattress nodding your head mumbling an ‘i’m sorry.’ Wanda then brought you in for a sweet kiss signaling for Natasha to start fucking you again.
Three fingers where then found their way back inside you and you cried out in pleasure. Natasha pumped her fingers in and out slowly at first making sure you felt all of her. You nearly finished when you felt her press up against your g-spot.
“i-Im gonna cum. Please can i cum?” You begged both of them gripping onto Wanda’s shoulders as she kissed your collarbone.
“Cum” Natasha commanded watching the way your pussy sucked in her fingers with delight.
Your back arched off the bed and you came with a guttural moan making the women groan in satisfaction.
Natasha slowly pulled her fingers out of you and licked them with a smile on her face. Her and Wanda shared another look and they both ended up getting the same idea. They switched places again and Wanda ended up between your thighs again then started to play with you again.
“One more bunny” Wanda cooed slowly circling your clit.
“No” You shook your head. “Please mommy i can’t too sensitive” Your words fell on deaf ears and your words cut off by Natasha’s mouth in yours.
You moaned into Natasha’s mouth as you felt Wanda’s lips circle around your clit. She sucked on your clit with intent and slowly added two fingers into you. The coil that had just went away was very quickly building back up once Natasha started playing with your nipples. Her fingers started to tug and pinch your nipples making you mewl in her touch.
Your head was spinning at the pleasure you were feeling. “OH SHIT!” You moaned back arching off the bed as you finished and ended up squirting on Wanda’s face.
“Oh what a good girl” She praised licking up everything that dripped out of you. Natasha quickly got jealous that Wanda was the one to make you squirt and she straddled your waist. She then dipped her head down and licked up what was left of your mess. Her and Wanda shared a heated kiss both moaning when they tasted you on their tongues.
“You taste so good detka” Natasha praised bringing you in for a kiss and Wanda comes back up to your head. You smile at the both of them in a fucked out haze.
“We need to clean you up” Wanda said softly as she tried to bring you back to earth. You opened your eyes and looked at her before shaking your head no.
“Come on babygirl let’s take a bath” Natasha tried to coax you but you just grumbled at her. Both women chuckled at your antics before Wanda used her magic to start running a bath and Natasha swiftly picked you up.
They slowly put you into the warm water and you felt your muscles slowly relax. Both of them cleaned you up being careful not to overstimulate you more. And after the bath was over they got you dressed before the three of you all climbed into bed together.
Soon you fell into a peaceful sleep next to the two women you loved. Who knew that that prank would actually turn out in your favor?
~The end~
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Ms Ceo And Her Assistant
Wanda Maximoff x Reader Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count- 1,475
Summary- Your Wanda’s girlfriend, her toy, but she’s too busy to play with you, so she asks her assistant for help.
Warnings- Smut, minors this fic is not for you, edging, dom / sub dynamics, mommy Wanda, mean Wanda, overstimulation, mentions of punishment, sharing, switch Nat
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There isn’t much in this life that Wanda Maximoff loves more than her job.
She gets to boss people around, call them on their half assed or lazy shit without fear of repercussions, make thousands of dollars each week and that’s not even a sliver of why she loves it so much.
In essence though, if she had to boil it all down to one particular thing, Wanda would say it’s the power that she loves most.
Owning and running one of the leading technology companies in the world comes with quite a bit of power, along with a reputation to enhance it.
She loves the confidence it brings her. The control she has over others, it’s exhilarating, it’s addictive. She’s not sure she’ll ever get enough of it.
That’s why, when she met you, she knew she would never leave you. Just a poor little baby in need of a mommy, a strong dominating hand to guide you through life in every way possible.
You offered her an outlet for all her pent up energy, a place for all her needs and desires to not only be fulfilled but deepened.
You loved the way she treated you. Loved when she would edge you for hours, under the guise of teaching you patience. Or bend you over her knee and spank your ass raw, her way of “teaching her baby how to behave properly.”
Or when she’d make you cum over and over again for hours, purely for her amusement.
You adored soft moments with her, when you’d curl up on the couch, her hand running through your hair mindlessly as you watched your favorite show.
Or then after care she gave you after each and every session, when she’d treat you so gently.
You took it all from her willingly, the good and the bad, knowing that you wouldn’t know what to do without her. That you love her. Need her. More than you could ever want or need for anything else.
Right now Wanda has you sitting next her in her office. Your legs are forced apart, tied to either side of the chair she lured you into with the false hope of a reward.
She’s had you spread open for her for hours, tears streaming down your face and your legs quivering pathetically as she edges you, rubbing her fingers tortuously over your bundle of nerves, pulling you right up to the edge each time before pulling away entirely and delighting in the desperate moans and whimpers that leave your mouth at being denied.
“Please.” You beg, after your eleventh time of being edged by the older woman.
Your slick has long overrun your folds, now spread over the inside of your thighs, down the chair and pooling below you, making wet noises as you try to squirm and grind into the plastic surface, desperate beyond belief for any sort of relief.
“Mommy it hurts.” You whine, feeling frustration build inside of you when she doesn’t so much as shift her gaze from her laptop screen to you. The entire time she’s been torturing you she’s been on a business call.
She has you sitting just out of sight of the camera, but close enough that her wandering arm doesn’t cause suspicion when she moves to touch you.
Her mic is muted, her role in this meeting being to mostly listen and observe, only having to drop an option here and there. You know better than to make any noise when she speaks, the spanking she gave you last time flashing in your memory every time she hits that unmute button.
“Quite, brat.” She snaps, turning her attention away from the screen for half a second. “Mommy is busy. I’ll deal with you later.”
And usually that would be enough. The promise of her undivided attention, good or bad, would be enough to placate you. But not this time. This time the need burning inside you is pushing you to beg for more, to demand more to sate the hunger inside you.
“Mommy, I need it.” You push, seeing the anger and slight surprise in her eyes at the fact that you didn’t quieten down when she’d told you to.
“Are you that desperate for it?” She scoffs, moving her eyes to the pool of arousal between your legs.
You nod feverishly, more pleas and promises to be good falling from your lips.
“Fine.” She answers and you swear you can feel yourself deflating in relief only for it to be replaced by confusion when Wanda calls for her assistant instead of signing off her call.
“You called for me miss?” The red headed woman asks, standing in the now open door of Wanda’s office.
You can see she’s trying not to look at you, so can Wanda, a smirk lining her face as she tells her assistant to enter the room and close the door behind her.
The redhead does so, keeping her eyes locked on Wanda as she crosses the room, intent on not getting herself into trouble by allowing her eyes to drift to you.
“Is there anything I can help you with Ms Maximoff?” She asks, and the sultry tone of her voice has you whimpering, so desperate that the slightest thing sets you off.
The sound takes the other woman by surprise, her eyes darkening as she instinctively snaps her gaze toward you. Only for her to realize her mistake when her green eyes meet your pleading ones and she looks away.
“There is actually, thank you, Natasha.” Wanda says, leaning back in her chair and nodding towards you. “As you can see my little pet here is quite needy. I am, however, very busy at the moment.”
Natasha nods along, thinking maybe she would ask her to untie you from the chair, allowing you to take care of yourself.
Or maybe to wheel you into the room conjoined with Wanda’s office, where she couldn’t hear you.
“I need you to take care of her.” Wanda says, so nonchalantly, Natasha thinks she must have misheard her.
“I’m sorry?” Natasha asks, doing her level best to seem professional, even in these circumstances.
Wanda narrows her eyes at the woman, only for them to round again when she hears you moan, having accidentally jerked your hips forward and rubbing your clit against the chair.
“My pet.” Wanda says, flicking her eyes toward you in recognition. “Is a desperate little slut.”
Natasha darts her eyes toward you, unable to stop herself from licking her lips as her eyes drop to the mess between your legs.
“I need you to fuck her.”
Natasha swallows and flicks her eyes toward you again. She can smell your arousal from where she’s standing.
You whimper when her eyes meet yours and you try fruitlessly to grind down on the soaked surface of the chair, unable to find the right spot to make it feel good.
Fuck. She wants nothing more than to touch you. Your thighs look so soft, so plush. She wants to feel them squeeze around her head while she eats you out like a woman starved.
She wants to make you moan so loudly, hear you cry out for her. Feel your body tremble as she makes you cum again and again until you’re pushing her away, begging her for a reprieve.
“Well?” Wanda say’s impatiently, her eyes back on her laptop and the meeting taking place on the screen.
“Ms Maximoff, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She says, in a last stitch effort to keep her professionalism intact.
“Do you like having a job here, Ms Romanoff?” Not bothering to look up from her screen, as though Natasha’s defense borde her.
“Yes I-“
“Do you want to keep your job here?” She taunts, keeps her voice scarily level.
“Yes, Ms Maximoff.” Natasha answers, looking away in embarrassment, feeling like a scolded child.
“Then get to work.” Wanda commands, flicking her wrist in your direction.
Natasha nods and makes her way over to you. Her eyes zeroed in on the mess between your legs. Fuck you look good.
“Don’t ask her what she wants.” Wanda orders, noticing how Natasha stands hesitantly in front of you for a few seconds too long. “Fuck her however you want, she’ll take it like the good little whore she is, won’t you baby.”
You swallow nervously and look toward Wanda. “Yes, mommy.”
“Good.” Wanda says, returning her eyes to her laptop. “Now be a good slut for Natasha, baby and do as she says.”
Natasha takes a moment to look you over, her eyes visibly darkening at all the possibilities running through her mind.
“Anything I want?” She asks over her shoulder, refusing to take her eyes off of you.
Wanda smirks as she replies, intrigue building inside her.
“Anything at all, Ms Romanoff.”
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Sorority Rules (18+)
Pairing: dom!wandanat x sub!fem!original character
Summary: ‘New Year, New Me’ can start in September...right?
Warnings: MINORS DNI! Pet names, mommy kink, daddy kink, reader has a name? (Honestly idk anymore, tell me if I missed something?)
Word Count: 11.2k
A/N: This really was just me proving something to myself, but I hope you enjoy it all the same :) Continuation of this story is on AO3
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Freshman year left you beat down on the floor. You had been roomed with a girl named Hela. The two of you had hit it off instantly. In fact, you spent so much time together that everyone would know if they found one of you, then they could find the other nearby, definitely helped that you somehow had the exact same class schedule. By the end of the first semester, Hela asked you out and one week later, she asked you to be her girlfriend.
What was the happiest month turned dark and lonely. Hela spent more and more of her time focused on her sorority since being officially accepted. She had set completely insane restraints on you. You had to text her every hour whenever you were apart, it didn’t matter that she wouldn’t acknowledge your messages. She even would rarely show up at the dorm room to sleep, claiming that the sorority house was where she needed to be, but demanded a picture of you in bed every night.
You had long since given up expecting to see her anywhere but during classes, however, when she sat down with the other girls in her sorority looking you right in the eyes as she did, you finally broke. That was your time together and she was so obviously picking them.
That only snowballed into her eating lunch in the quad with them too. She took you to a few sorority parties and introduced you to her ‘favorite person’ and sorority big sister, Carol. The two were attached at the hip which quickly left you to nurse a drink off in the corner.
You didn’t have the backbone to say anything, blindly hoping she would realize how much she missed you and run back.
It wasn’t until right before the end of year finals that Hela had stayed back in the dorm room once again. The two of you would study nonstop and laugh and joke. Everything you had spent months wishing for was happening. The girl you liked was back.
After finishing your last final before Summer break, you waited for her in the hallway. Less than 15 minutes later she pushed open the classroom door and stepped out. You locked eyes and she rushed up and gave you a hug. “Thank you so much, Madelyn. I really could not have passed these finals without you.”
Smiling warmly at the raven haired girl, “Always. It’s you and me all the time. I couldn’t show up to sophomore year without you next to me.”
Her eyes fell downwards before slowly reaching yours again. “About that, Madelyn, I think we should end things. You are just in such a different place than me and I am changing my major, so we won’t be in the same classes anyways. Not to mention, you can really blow up my phone and I am just not into that. But thank you so much for the help this year.” You can’t help but stare at her wide eyed, blinking repeatedly as you try to process her words. She pats your cheek before turning around and walking down the hall “Have a good summer!”
The only thought running thought your mind is ‘what the fuck.”
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You cannot believe this day is finally here, sophomore year of college. After a thoroughly disastrous freshman year, you are determined to completely turn your life around. A new roommate, new classes, if you can be picky, then hopefully a solid friend group will be thrown in there too.
It was still a few days before the actual first day of classes, but you wanted to get into your new dorm and settle in. There were quite a lot of other students with the same idea, all unpacking their parents cars that were stuffed full. You quickly paid the taxi driver and hopped out the back seat. He opened the trunk and lifted your suitcase onto the road.
Dragging your bag up the sidewalk and settling in the line waiting for the booth to find your new dorm room and collect the room key. You look around, wondering if your new roommate is in this same crowd, thinking if her parents are holding back tears as they hug her goodbye.
Thankfully, before you can stumble too far down that path, you reach the front of the line. “Name and year?”
“Oh, uh, Madelyn Andrews. Sophomore.” She flips through the pages and finds your name with ease. Looking down into her organized box of keys, she picks up on set, “Room 616.”
With a soft smile, you accept the key and head towards the sophomore dorms.
Thankfully, there’s an elevator in all the dorm buildings once you’re no longer a freshman. You always joked that it was the university’s way of hazing the entire freshman class.
The slow elevator had you wondering if you could have walked the stairs and ended up there faster, but eventually, opened onto the sixth floor. You held your breath as you walked up to your door.
Pressing your ear against the wooden surface and straining to try and hear any movement. It sounded completely empty inside. With a quick ‘thank you’ to the skies above, you push the key into the lock and turn, opening the door.
Unsurprisingly, it is the same layout as your freshman year dorm, not that you were superstitious, but in the spirit of completely turning your life around you opted for the bed on the right this time.
It didn’t take more than an hour for you to put away your clothes and set up the small mementos of your friends from back home. Walking back over to your suitcase, you pull out a small blanket that barely is long enough to cover your legs and hide it under your pillow.
Laying on your new bed and scrolling your university’s Instagram page, trying to find something to do that can pass the time. That’s when you see there is an early bird trivia event being hosted at the student center in ten minutes.
Taking a second to think, you come to the conclusion that this is the perfect chance to meet new people. Reinvent yourself as someone social, someone beyond only one friend turned girlfriend.
Softly pushing yourself off the elevated bed, you walk over to the shared closet and pull out your favorite white crew neck in case the temperature drops after sunset. With an unbalanced turn, you spin around and pull on your black and gray checkered vans. Hopping over to the mirror to give yourself a fast once over then heading straight out the door.
It’s only a short walk to the student center from your dorm this year, which you’re thankful for, perfect for meeting new people.
Remembering how heavy the student center door is, you pull hard on the handle. The universe must be laughing at you because that seemed to be the wrong choice. The usually heavy door was light this year and you have just thrown the door as wide as it would go, causing a decently loud sound.
A few students near the door look at you, but thankfully the other students further into the building haven’t seemed to notice a thing. Which is where the trivia is being held, so you awkwardly walk through the doors and inside.
“Hello, welcome to early bird trivia: musicals. Are you joining a team or registering a new one?” states a wide eyed brunette woman.
“Oh, I didn’t know we had to have a team..” you begin to look around for anyone you might vaguely recognize. “Not a worry, dear. We have another girl looking for a team too. You two can partner up.” She starts to wave over a blonde, who’s smiling bigger than you would think possible.
She continues, “This is..” she pauses waiting for you. “Madelyn.”
“And she needs a team as well. So, what will the team name be?”
Before you even have a moment to think of something clever, the blonde speaks up, “Mac n Cheese Lovers.” You cannot help but snort at her abruptness. The brunette hands you a paper and pencil to write down your answers on, “Good luck ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers.”
Following the blonde over to a table near the smoothie bar along the left wall, as she sits down she introduces herself, “Hey. My name is Yelena. I hope you like Mac n Cheese or this team name will be super awkward,” she snickers.
You shake your head slightly, “The name is perfectly fitting. I’m a huge fan,” you laugh, “My name is Madelyn. It’s nice to meet you. So what year are you in?”
“Sophomore,” the blonde replies, “How about you?”
“Same, sophomore.” The two of you continue with small talk for a couple minutes until you hear the game host start speaking. He gives a quick introduction of his name and lets everyone know he’s the student activity director, so he plans all university approved events. Which leads him to a quick warning that means no drinking or drugs at these events since he’s required to report them to the Dean. Then, he gets into the trivia rules.
Once he finishes, Yelena leans over to you, “We have to win. Or at least beat my annoying sister and her girlfriend.”
You raise your eyebrow at the woman, “If you knew people, how come you didn’t team up with them?”
She waves off your question before pointing them out, “See those two redheads? That’s them. They are insufferable at any sort of competition. We need to show them up and win, so I hope you’re a musical lover because I am most certainly not a musical theater major,” she chuckles as she finishes her sentence.
“They do look insufferable,” you agree with the blonde, “and lucky for you, while I am not a musical theater major, I am a lover of Broadway, so get ready to kick some ass.”
Yelena claps you on the back and laughs, “I like you, Madelyn. Let's do this.”
“Okay, everyone, first question. What musical movie has the song ‘It's the Hard-Knock Life’?”
You quickly write down ‘Annie’ on the paper next to the number one as he repeats the first question.
“Second question, the musical Hairspray is set in what American city?”
Once again, you write down ‘Baltimore’ immediately next to the number two as he repeats the question.
And the process repeats itself all the way to the end. You, unsurprisingly, knew every answer, besides two. Thankfully Yelena seemed very confident in the answers, which led you to learning that while she was not an overall musical lover, she was obsessed with ‘SIX’, claiming ‘they all should have just murdered that idiotic king’.
By the end, you and Yelena are laughing together and being shushed by other teams around you trying to think. Yelena pays them no mind while she tries to watch and see if her sister and her girlfriend are guessing the answers correctly by the way she’s writing. You tried to tell her that would be impossible to know, but the blonde paid you as little mind as she did the surrounding teams.
Finally, the host announces for everyone to settle down and starts going over the list of correct answers. Yelena is practically levitating off the seat with how excited she is. Your team got every question right. “Okay everyone, count up your total of correct answers.” He waits a few seconds before beginning again, “raise your hand if your team got more than five correct.”
Faster than lightning, Yelena's hand is in the air, yours follows quickly. “Raise your hand if your team got more than ten correct.” Three other teams' hands go down. “Raise your hand if your team got more than fifteen correct.” Another two teams’ hands lower. Leaving your team, two other teams, and Yelena’s sister’s team, much to the blonde’s annoyance.
“Raise your hand if you got more than seventeen correct.” One team puts their hands down. “Raise your hand if you got more than eighteen correct.” The other team drops their hands. Making the final two teams, ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’ and ‘Traitors’, if you were to believe Yelena.
“Looks like we have a tight race everyone, how exciting, keep your hands up if you got all twenty questions correct.” A moment of tense silence falls over the room, the redheads slowly lower their hands. A loud, piercing scream sounds off beside you, “Yes! Ha! I won! So much for ‘Yelena you don't know anything about musicals. Go find your own team’.” The blonde begins doing her victory dance as you laugh. She grabs your hand and motions for you to victory dance with her. And how could you say no when you are equally excited about the win.
“We have our winners, everyone congratulations to..” the host drags off his sentence.
“Mac n Cheese Lovers!” the two of you say while laughing and dancing together.
“Congratulations to ‘Mac n Cheese Lovers’. Thank you to everyone for coming out and starting off this year with a bang! I will see you at the next activity!” Slowly everyone staggers out of the student center and into the night as you’re exchanging Instagrams with Yelena and saying your goodbyes.
Not even three steps away from the table, you hear someone speaking to Yelena, “Clearly, you didn’t win with your own lack of knowledge. So, what’s her name?” Not wanting to look back and have them know you’re listening, you keep walking as you hear Yelena reply “Madelyn. Why?”
Cursing yourself for not slowing down because now you’re too far away to keep trying to listen, you look over your shoulder right before walking out the doors. Locking eyes with two pairs of green eyes staring back at you.
-
Spending most of your days walking around campus and figuring out the quickest way to each of your classes, then finding a second route.., and a third route, just in case. Eventually making your way to the cafeteria since it’s the only food place open on campus until classes begin and sitting out in the quad people watching as more and more people arrive. You haven’t met up with the blonde, or the two mysterious redheads, you met at trivia since. However, you are often sending memes back and forth which you take as a small step towards your first new friend of the year.
It’s officially one day until classes start and you still haven’t met your roommate. You have considered walking back to the welcome booth and asking if you even have a roommate since it’s extremely uncommon to not be moved into the dorms by this time.
As much as most people would love to strike luck and get a free single, that is the absolute last thing you want.
The universe finally seems to answer your silent worrying and wishing as you hear someone fumbling with the keys outside your door. Quickly, you hop from the bed and rush to open the door. Coming face to face with a dark haired brunette.
“Oh, good, you’re moved in already!” Taken aback by the woman’s words, your focus shifts between her and the large number of boxes next to her in the hallway.
“Do, uh, do you need help?”
“That’d be great. My name’s Kate. You’re Madelyn, right?”
A wave of shock hits you at hearing someone you’ve never met know your name. Seeing the look on your face causes Kate to laugh. She starts to shimmy inside and you hurriedly move to the side, so she can walk in easier. Once she’s in, you step out of the room and pick up one of the boxes. “It is, yeah. So, where do you want this?”
“You can just throw everything on the bed.”
It doesn’t take long for the two of you to move everything into the small dorm. Laughing as you both try to move around with the now limited floor space since Kate’s bed was quickly filled up with boxes.
After an offer to help the brunette unpack her things, you figure out she is quite uncaring about her clothes, but she is very particular about her bow. You learn she joined the school archery team last year, but already stands to make captain for her second year.
She tells you about how last year, on a dare, she hit the bell tower with an arrow. “So, you were the one who caused the crack in the bell tower?” Covering your mouth to try and hide your laugh. She looks at you with wide eyes, “I can’t confirm or deny which clock tower it was.”
Which only causes you to lose all control and laugh wildly out loud.
-
Successfully surviving the first four weeks of your second year in college, you get to celebrate at the first football game of the season. Thankfully, Kate is not into the sorority scene like your ex was, so you can go to the game together rather than alone.
With your back against your bed and your feet up the side of the wall, you’re waiting for Kate to get back from her archery practice. She made captain last week which led to you both sneaking out of the dorm at midnight and walking to the nearest pizzeria for a celebratory pizza. Your memory was promptly interrupted by the door slamming into the wall, “Shit. Sorry.”
Laughing at Kate’s mumbled apology to the girls next door who always complain about you two being unnecessarily loud. The brunette throws her sweaty t-shirt at your face which you quickly launch back at her as she softly shuts the door.
“Hurry up and get ready, Bishop. The game starts in thirty minutes and you smell like a wet dog.”
“Your words are so sweet. Dipped in honey I would say,” Kate’s words laced with sarcasm as she playfully flips you off while kicking off her shoes.
“Only in honey? You don’t get the soft rose petals or melted chocolate too?” Your words only earn you a deadpan stare from the archer. With a grunt, you push yourself off the wall and sit upright, “Don’t forget that tonight is a black out game, so you need to be in all black to show support.”
“Oh yes, I would hate not to show support. Unfortunately, all my black clothes are currently dirty-”
“I know, which is why I took the liberty of doing our laundry earlier today. Your outfit is laid out on the bed.” You say with a smile and move to make your fingers into the shape of a heart.
Kate can’t help but roll her eyes and laugh, “Of course, you did.” Walking up to her shower bag and picking it up, she heads to the door. “I will be back in no less than 10 minutes, Sargeant,” winking at you, knowing you hate the nickname, before quickly mumbling out, “and thank you for doing my laundry. You’re the best.” and walking out of the room.
Rushing a quick ‘You’re welcome’ out before the door shut. You begin getting dressed yourself, deciding on a black halter top and some black jean shorts with your black high-top converses. Throwing your hair up into a high ponytail, then pulling out your baby hairs so you don’t look like an egg.
True to her word, Kate walks back in 10 minutes later as you put headphones in and stare at the ceiling, you give your roommate privacy to get ready.
Feeling your headphones ripped out of your ears causes you to face the archer as she smiles, “How do I look? Andrews approved?” Kate stands in front of you in black long sleeve cropped top and blacked ripped jeans.
Jokingly, you raise an eyebrow at her, faking a moment of contemplation before returning the smile, “You look hot. You will definitely grab whoever’s attention you want.”
“I don’t want anyone's attention, '' the brunette scoffs.
“Sure you don’t and I don’t hope that my 7am professor is sick on Monday,” you retort.
“I don’t even think she is gonna be there,” Kate starts pulling on the sleeves of her shirt, “I don’t think football games are her thing.”
You take a moment to consider what to say. It’s been months since you had a crush on anyone and wanted to try and impress a girl. When you first found out your roommate started crushing on someone, you had been relentless in attempting to have her confess who it was. But as stubborn as you were, Kate was also head strong in keeping her secret.
“Her loss then. We can post a picture and she’ll see everything she misses out on by skipping the game,” you wink. Linking arms, you and Kate walk out of the dorm and head to the field.
The first stop you both make is the concession stand since food is the top priority any time the two of you leave the dorm together. Ordering you both an ICEE, yours being coke flavored and Kate’s cherry, and a hot dog each.
Once arriving at your seats, you turn around and ask the girls behind you if they could take a picture for you. You both hold up your ICEEs, smiling as you cheer for the picture.
Kate posts the picture on her Instagram, tagging you, and captions the post ‘I’m only here for the ICEEs’.
Quickly commenting ‘and my amazing company’ under her post. Then posting the picture onto your story with hearts underneath.
It’s not until the third quarter that you both finally relent and head to the bathrooms. While standing in line chatting about nothing and everything, the archer tenses beside you and presses herself between you and the wall, “what are yo-”
Kates proceeds to shush you and shrinks further into her hiding spot. Looking around to try and see what has your roommate acting so strange, you come up short since you don’t recognize anyone.
That is until you glance over to the concession line and notice Yelena, who you met your first day back on campus. Quickly turning around to Kate, “Oh, Kate. Do you remember how I told you I met this hilarious girl my first day back?“ You point over to the blonde, “She’s right there. Her name is Yelena.”
The brunette’s face pales suddenly. Worry rushes through you and your eyes immediately start scanning for what’s upset your friend so badly. Until it clicks, “Kate…Oh, Katie,” you start to whisper, “ is Yelena who you have a crush on?”
Her eyes met yours and you can tell you’re right. “I totally know her. I can introduce you if you want. Granted, I haven’t actually spoken with her for over a month, BUT we regularly exchange memes.”
Before Kate could give any response to you, you feel a tap on your shoulder and turn around.
“Madelyn, I thought it was you! How have you been?” Yelena says with a big smile on her face.
“I’m great. Settling into my classes and wishing I didn’t sign up for a 7am lecture that I completely don’t understand and will need to find a tutor for, the usual. How about you?”
As the blonde opens her mouth to reply, she notices Kate, “Bishop? Madelyn and Bishop? You two know each other?” .
“Roommates,” You both say at the same time before you continue, “We’re roommates. How do you know Kate?”
“She’s my lab partner,” she leans around you and looks at the brunette, “We have a project coming up and I’ve been meaning to reach out and figure out a time that works for you,” she runs her fingers through her blonde hair nervously.
A sneaky smile goes across your face, realizing that Yelena also seems to have a crush on Kate.
The archer stands up suddenly at her crush’s words, “I have archery practice most days, but I’m free on Tuesdays after 3pm, if that works.”
Yelena simply smiles back, “Tuesdays are great, except, I’m in class until 4. How about you come to my apartment, it’s five minutes from campus, and we can eat and start our research?”
“Off campus?”
“Yeah, my sister and her girlfriend wanted to have a secluded place away from the sorority and invited me to stay there too.”
You nod, listening to the two speak while also trying to give them privacy by looking anywhere else in the slowest moving restroom line.
Suddenly, Yelena’s phone goes off, “Speaking of the devil,” she answers.
You can’t hear whoever it is super well over the crowd cheering at what must have been the best touchdown of the game but once they quiet down you hear that voice again from trivia night, the redheaded sister of Yelena.
The blonde turns over her shoulder to look near the concession line she just came from, “I just want a coke.” You look over in the same direction as Yelena, “No, I don’t want anything else. I will be right back. I was just saying ‘hey’ to Madelyn and Bishop. Get your underwear out of a twist. I’m heading back now. Bye.”
Your heart leaps out of your chest when you finally notice the redhead in line. Making eye contact with her deep green eyes for longer than normal which causes Kate to nudge your shoulder as it’s finally your turn to walk into the restroom.
“Sorry,” you mumble to your roommate before turning back with one final look, receiving a wink from both women.
Kate gives a quick goodbye to Yelena before she walks away and then pushes you through the door.
Your roommate tries to ask you about it in the restroom, but you firmly shut down that topic and turn the conversation around on her. If you had known her crush was on Yelena, then you would have tried long ago to set them up on a blind date. Which is probably why the brunette didn't say who she was spending her days thinking about.
Making your way back to the seats, thankfully, without running into anyone else, you try to wipe the redhead’s face out of your memory, feeling incredibly embarrassed for your behavior when seeing her.
The last quarter of the game passes in a blur that you aren’t even aware the game ended until you notice the football players celebrating on the field and groups of people moving around you to leave at the same time. You glance up to the scoreboard and see the score, 30-28, your team winning.
Pulling out your phone, you swipe to pull up Instagram and post the scoreboard to your story, ‘our blood, our sweat, your tears’.
Linking your arm with Kate to make sure neither of you get lost on the way out of the stadium, the cool fall breeze whips at your shoulders the second you make it outside, but you welcome it after squeezing against every sweaty jock trying to get out of the stadium at the same time.
The two of you quietly laugh together when you look back to see people squeezing through the doors you just came through.
Neither of you are paying attention and accidentally bump into someone, to your dismay it was Yelena’s sister. Your body goes rigid at the sight of her. A scowl on her face until she settles her eyes on you then she gives you a soft smile.
“So, so, so sorry about that. We should have paid more attention.” The redhead’s smile slowly grows bigger as you continue talking. “Sorry again.”
You go to turn away and drag Kate along when you feel a warm hand softly wrap around your bicep, “No, I should be ashamed for not giving you more attention when you’re around,” smirking slightly at you.
A small blush rushes to your cheeks, opening and closing your mouth a few times before giving a gentle nod to the woman before turning around again.
Once you are out of hearing range from the redhead, Kate starts laughing, “Oh, you’re like a fly trapped in the spider's web.”
With a quick glare to your roommate and a prompt slap to the arm, “Shut up.”
-
As you lay on your bed, winding down your night time routine, you decide to scroll Instagram. Liking posts from your roommate and best friend, Kate’s, account. You didn’t think you would get as close to the girl as you had, but the two of you got along surprisingly well. Usually, you would be watching a new episode of Grey's Anatomy together tonight, however, Kate finally gathered her nerves and asked out Yelena, her lab partner, on a date.
Squealing and bouncing in your tiny dorm room bed, “Shut up! You did it? You finally admitted you have a crush on her?”
“I wouldn’t go that far!” The brunette laughs in response, “I just asked if she would want to go out to the new ax-throwing bar that just opened up.” She throws herself down on her back onto your bed, frowning and sounding much more somber. “But, Madelyn, Yelena asked if we could go this Thursday. She has to go to the sorority party this Friday.”
Moving around until you're laying down shoulder to shoulder with her, “Psh. Don’t even start, you are going and maybe even getting a second date for Friday.” Wiggling your eyebrows at her and shoving your body slightly into her.
“If that happens, then you’re coming with me. You need to get out and finally move on from your ex.” Placing your hand over your heart, you playfully scoff and wave off a mumbled agreement, trying to steer away from another possible conversation to find out who your ex is.
Smiling as you recall the memory, you suddenly hear the door to your dorm unlock.
Kate whispers to someone in the hall, who you assume to be Yelena, “Of course, I’d love to. See you tomorrow.”
Quickly, she walks in and immediately places her back on the door to close it. A wide grin on your roommate's face as she looks over to your bed. First kicking off her shoes, then running to jump into your bed. You stare at her, waiting for her to begin.
Kate sighs before exclaiming, “SHE ASKED ME OUT TO THE SORORITY PARTY TOMORROW!” Wrapping your arms around your friend as you jump together over the great news.”Get ready, Madelyn, you and I are going to a party!”
“Wait, Kate,” You pull back to look at her wide eyed, “I thought you were kidding.”
-
The party started at least an hour ago, but because of your indecisiveness on what to wear, which ended up just being a simple v cut blue dress with white high tops. As you both walk up, you stare at the brick house bursting with music. You hear Kate talking, “Party Rules 101. Don’t forget not to go upstairs with anyone. Do not accept a drink from anyone who is not me. I know you will want to leave early, so do not go without telling or texting that you’re heading out either. Okay?”
You blink a few times before you recognize she wants a reply, “Got it.” She smiles at you and takes your hands before walking up the porch steps.
Kate knocks on the white door. You wonder how anyone would be able to hear the knock inside with how loud the music is playing, but not even five seconds later the door is open. The sound of the music makes you take a step back. Anxiety washing over you instantly as you look down. You don’t even hear the words spoken between your friend and the redhead opening the door.
Kate’s hold on your hand tightens in hopes to reassure you before she pulls you along to step inside. It isn’t until Kate’s other hand waves to get your attention off the floor that you look up and realize both girls are staring at you expectedly. “I’m sorry, what?” you say softly.
The redhead chuckles and repeats herself, “Hi, I’m Wanda and the Vice President here. We have two bathrooms downstairs, one by the kitchen and one by the laundry room. Also, two upstairs just in case. Drinks, of course, are in the kitchen or the backyard. Is there anyone you are looking for that I can direct you towards? Or anything I can get you to drink?”
“I’m looking for Yelena actually. Do you know where she is?” Kate quickly replies. “She’s in the living room playing beer pong,” Wanda points over to her left, “Go right through there and you will find her.”
With lightning speed, Kate drops your hand and rushes off to find the blonde. Your mouth hangs open as you stare off in the direction she flew.
The redhead laughs as she looks at you before offering her arm, “Can I escort you anywhere?” Glancing around the foyer, you can't recognize anyone, so you nervously agree and link your arm with hers, “I don’t think I know anyone else here, so anywhere you want to go is fine with me.”
A bright smile spreads on the Vice President's face as she guides you out of the foyer and into the backyard to watch someone attempt a keg stand. You can’t help but look stunned as you watch the girl drink. “Would you like to try?” Wanda startles you with the question. Shaking your head no with absolute certainty that you could never have arm strength or lung capacity.
After a few moments more of watching, she slowly guides you over to the pool. The redhead kicks off her shoes and motions for you to do the same. The two of you sit down along the edge and place your feet in the water. You start to mindlessly kick your feet along to the music that is playing throughout the speakers. “So, am I allowed to ask your name?”
Multiple memories come to mind with times the Vice President has heard your name, “I’m pretty sure you know my name.”
Wanda’s tongue drags underneath the bottom of her teeth, “Oh, I do, but I want to hear it from your pretty, little mouth.”
Your breath catches in your throat at her words, taking a moment to settle your racing heart, you slowly speak, “Madelyn.”
Deciding to try and control the conversation you cut her off before she could say anything else. “Do you usually take interest in random people that show up to your sorority’s parties?”
She chuckles at your question, “No, not usually. But I would not say you’re a random person. Plus I have never had the pleasure of someone as captivating as you walk through those doors.”
“Yeah, right.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the redhead.
She grabs your chin and makes you look up at her, “Oh I didn’t take you for the bratty type.” You could have sworn that her eyes sparkled when she said that.
You shutter, trying to think of a reply. Your brain is completely lagging at the touch and sound of her voice. Wanda’s thumb moves and pushes between your lips, “Is there anything even going through that little head of yours?”
A small groan rips it way out your throat and your eyelids droop slightly. The redhead pushes down slightly onto your tongue.
Mumbling around her thumb, “Yes.”
The Vice President’s smirks at your reply, “Yes,” She mocks you, “Yes, to what?”
You shift your eyes back to her as you take in the specific color of her eyes, a sparkling green, this time a soft moan comes out of your lips, “Please..”
You think Wanda must take pity on you because suddenly she drops her hand from your mouth. Everything about her seems to return back to when you first walked in the house. She’s back to being sweet and polite, it makes your head spin. “What brings you to the party tonight, Madelyn? Well besides escorting Bishop, of course.”
This was a question you didn’t know how to answer. Why were you here in the backyard of your ex’s sorority spending time with her Vice President? Glancing around the backyard, noticing that you still don't know anyone here, you sigh, “Honestly, I’m not sure. Kate said I needed to come if she got a second date because, apparently, I need to move on.”
“And do you want to?” She looks at you expectantly, “Move on, that is.”
“I don’t even know what I would have to move on from. It’s been months since we broke up. And she didn’t care about me long before that anyways.” You let out a dry laugh, “I don’t even think she liked me. She just liked sex with me.”
The look on the redhead’s face makes you stop your ranting, “Sorry, that is not proper party conversation,” you force out a laugh, “way too depressing.”
She smiles, dragging her eyes down your torso and onto your legs then pulling them back up before landing her eyes back on your face. “How would you like to find something to drink?”
Thankful for her change in conversation, you smile slightly, “Yeah, that’d be nice.”
The two of you make your way through the house and into the kitchen, “What will it be? Beer? Vodka?” walking around the kitchen as you listen to her talk. “... Or maybe a juice box?”
Whipping your head around, you glare at the Vice President, scoffing, “I’m not a child. I can drink alcohol.”
Right after you speak, you hear someone laughing from the archway. “Oh, Wands, what a delightful surprise,” she steps further into the small kitchen, “Tell me you were able to get us this cute little thing to play.”
This makes you snap your head quickly around again. A rush of arousal runs through you when your eyes lock onto the redhead, “And who the hell are you?”
The cheshire smile on her face makes it clear she remembers you, she moves towards you before gently lifting up your hand as she bows her head to place a soft kiss on it, “To you, Madam President.”
“What the fuck.” You snatch your hand away and look towards the sparkling green eyed woman before returning your gaze in front of you.
“Oh, what a dirty mouth, I will have to clean that out.” The redhead smirks at you. Another wave of arousal hits you, gulping as you maintain eye contact, “Like you’d get the chance.”
Wanda speaks up, breaking the growing tension in the room, “Darling, wouldn’t she just be…” walking up and placing a finger under your chin, her voice dropping, “...divine?”
You shutter at her words. Eyes bouncing between the two redheads suddenly much closer to you than before. Realizing they have successfully surrounded you, your arousal spiking but you choose to mask with slight panic. “So what is this then? Two spiders trapping someone in their web and then going in for the kill?” Puffing out your chest slightly, trying to gain back some more control. “You think the President and Vice President would require consent.”
Wanda chuckles in your ear behind you, “Oh dear, we do.” Bringing her finger up to brush some hair behind your ear before speaking softly, “We only accept enthusiastic consent. Absolute begging.”
Your knees wobble slightly at her words. “A little archer told us that you needed to move on, and typically we wouldn’t do rebound sex, but you…” The President takes a sharp inhale through her teeth, “You are too special to pass up.”
“So what do you say, baby, want to be ours for the night?” Wanda whispers.
A million thoughts race through your mind. Most importantly, the fact you’ve never had a threesome or sex with people you don’t really know. You look around the kitchen and notice how nobody else even acknowledges the two redheads circling you like prey.
“I say,” You gulp, mustering all the fake confidence you can find. “I say show me a good time first and we will see.”
The two women share a sinister smile before they each drape an arm around you and walk you out of the kitchen and into a room that only stores a pool table and some chairs.
“We have the next game.” The President says to the small group finishing up their game before walking you over to the side of the room. She lowers her hands to your hips and lifts you with ease onto the barstool behind you.
Shock fills your face at her actions before you glare at her, “Excuse you. I am perfectly capable of sitting in a seat by myself.”
The redhead simply smiles at you before moving to stand next to the side of your chair, absentmindedly running fingers through your hair.
“Hello? Earth to you. Usually, when someone speaks to you it's polite to respond.” You huff and cross your arms over your chest. She gently turns your head to look at her. “Oh, come on. Don’t be like that. I’m sorry, baby. I won’t do it again.”
“Madelyn, I have a name and it’s not baby.” You scoff, “What is your name anyways?”
She winks at you before smirking, “I told you. To you, it’s Madam President.”
“That’s not a name. That’s a title. What’s your name?” Your eyes met the redhead locked in a standstill. You already know you won’t last long. Her eyes trap you in endless pools of deep green. They are powerful and unmoving, you huff, “What’s your name, Madam President?”
The President lifts her hand and holds your lower lip before pulling it down and out slightly, causing you to look through your lashes to maintain eye contact, the action making you feel as if you’re losing the last shreds of your control. The redhead presses down the slightest bit more before pinching your lip and releasing it, “Natasha.”
Wanda, who has been repeatedly running her fingers from your shoulder to the knee, leans over you slightly if only to be in your personal space, “Natty, it’s our turn now.”
You go to hop down, but yet again your hips are grabbed and you’re picked up and put down by Natasha’s hands. You give her a glare even as a blush starts covering your cheeks.
“Tsk, tsk. Don’t be like that. I would hate to have to spank that gorgeous ass for the first time surrounded by all these people.” Your blush deepens with your embarrassment at the volume the redhead spoke. The heat pooling between your legs only causes you more confusion.
The three of you walk towards the table. Natasha moves to rack the balls and Wanda takes you over to pick out a cue stick, grabbing one for Natasha as well.
It’s decided that you will be on your own team, which you tried to protest by saying you have never played a game of pool in your life, but your complaints fall on deaf ears.
Wanda starts off by breaking the balls, officially starting your unfair game. She gets a solid into a pocket, “That makes you stripes, baby.” She says in a sickeningly sweet voice before getting two more solid balls into pockets.
Standing there with your mouth open, you begin to complain, “This is so unfair. There is no way I will be able to even get close to hitting even one of these balls in!”
“Okay, okay, I’ll help you in the first round,” Wanda says, holding up her hands. She walks over to you and shows you how to bend down and how to aim your cue stick. You lean down like she showed you but still, you feel her hand press down between your shoulders as she speaks in your ear, “Like this, darling. Eyes level with your target.”
Acutely aware this position has almost completely folded in half on the pool table, you pull back the stick and then push it forward with a decent amount of force.
And you completely miss.
To make matters worse, you got one of their balls closer to the pocket instead. Groaning, you stand up and look unamused at the two redheads who are both trying to hold back their smiles at your reaction, “This game is stupid.”
Natasha comes up to the table, leans down, noticeably higher than the position Wanda moved you into. She breathes in and out, then hits the cue ball, causing it to sink a solid ball into the nearby pocket. She glances up at you, smirking, while still leaning down. Causing a completely automatic eye roll. The redhead arches her eyebrow at you before moving to a new spot. She leans down, breathes in and out, and.. misses. “HA!” You cheer as your stripe ball goes into the pocket instead of the solid ball that was next it.
You walk up to the table for your turn and glance to Wanda for her help again. Natasha subtly shakes her head, which you don’t notice since she was behind you. Wanda simply gives you a nod of her head, encouraging you to try by yourself. So you lean down and focus on which ball you’re aiming for and what pocket is your goal.
Breathing in and out a few times before pulling back your cue stick on your inhale and pushing it forward on your exhale. As the stick connects with the cue ball you feel a stinging on your ass. You immediately stand up and spin around with a glare, “Hey! That’s not fair.”
The President laughs as she looks over your head, “Well, it seemed like good luck because you got the ball in.”
Spinning around again to see if she was lying but there, clear as day, you see your stripe ball missing from the table and sitting in the pocket. “Don’t think for a second that I won't punish whiny, bratty behavior though, baby.” Natasha whispers in your ear, her front flush against your back, “Now, say thank you.”
You shiver at her words. The logical part of your brain can’t stop wondering why you should thank her for spanking you, but when you feel her hands on your hips as she pulls them closer to her own, that part of your mind goes blank. The heat between your legs grows even hotter and you let out a soft sigh before fingers hook under your chin and guide you to look up at Natasha, “Say thank you.” She softly growls.
“Thank you.” It comes out more as a pant than actual words but the redhead is pleased enough.
The rest of the game crawls by slowly as each redhead tries to work you up with innocent touches and whispered words. Your head becomes fuzzy in the best way, but even in this state you are completely aware that every other stripe ball that’s gone in is because of Wanda and Natasha simply trying to keep the game going.
With all solid and striped balls now off the table it’s down to whoever can sink the 8 ball in the game.
Wanda glances at you before smirking, “What if we make a little bet out of this?”
You can’t help but let out a dry laugh, “Are you joking? This whole thing is already a game of if you two can get me into bed.” Natasha licks her lips at your words, causing your cheeks to blush even more than they were.
The Vice President ignores your reply, “Great! So I was thinking, if we sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show,” you arch your eyebrow at the redhead, “and if you sink the 8 ball, then you give us a strip show.” She winks at you.
“That’s absolutely-” You're cut off by Natasha speaking, “Deal.”
“Deal?” You shriek as the two redheads shake each other's hand, “You two cannot agree on this without me also agreeing.”
They both come up to you and place a hand on your cheek, “And do, baby?” Wanda mumbles into your ear. Right after Natasha says, smirking, “Wanna make a deal?”
Your skin flushes at their voices, your mind hanging onto their every word. You slowly close your eyes and your head falls back slightly. Wanda lowers her head to breathe along your neck, occasionally brushing her tongue against it while Natasha’s fingers tangle around your hair, pulling it back.
A soft moan hits your ears, shocking you when you realize it came from you. Suddenly coming back to yourself, you lightly push off the women, clearing your throat to try and fake your control over yourself once again. “If I sink the 8 ball,” you take a deep breath, “then I decide the next time you touch me.”
Both redheads simply nod their heads in agreement before extending their arms to allow you space for your shot. Looking over the table and considering all the choices you quickly realize that you absolutely have no shot at winning. Ignoring every other reason besides the obvious one, you didn’t want to win.
But you wouldn’t make it apparent to the President and Vice President.
So you lean down, “Corner pocket.” You spend a considerable amount of time figuring out your angle and practicing the strength of your hit. With one more inhale, you pull back the cue stick then exhale and strike the cue ball.
You hit the 8 ball but it stops just short of falling into the pocket. You give a shy smile to the women before stepping back.
There’s a silent conversation going on between the redheads before Wanda nods and steps up to the table. “Corner pocket.” She winks at you before aiming at the cue ball and without any delay she strikes. The 8 ball disappearing into the corner pocket.
Without even a second to think, your feet are suddenly lifted into the air and over Natasha’s shoulder. Wanda comes up to grab the cue stick from you and places it on the pool table.
Once you realize the redhead plans to walk out of the parlor room with you over her shoulder, you begin to protest, “Wait. Wait. I can walk. You don’t have to think I’ll back out of the bet.”
You feel a soft hand brush the back of your thigh as the sparkling green eyed woman steps into your view.
“Oh, baby, we know, but Natty here is a very proud winner and wants to show you off,” her thin fingers smoothing down your hair. You stare at her dumbfounded as she swipes her thumb across your lower lip, “If you’re a good girl then we’ll give you an extra special reward. Can you do that for us?”
The Vice President allows you your time to process as you blink a few times before nodding your head.
A swift smack to your ass has you gasping as Natasha corrects your action, “Words baby.”
“Yes.” Another softer smack to your ass. “Yes, I can be a good girl.”
Both redheads make a pleased humming sound before walking out of the room. You try to avoid eye contact with all the partygoers. The blush across your face and chest only grows at your slight embarrassment.
It isn’t long until you're walking up to the stairs. Suddenly stopping right at the bottom, trying to turn your body at the sound of Kate’s voice. Mortification slams into you when she leans around the redhead holding you to look at your face.
Her tone relentlessly teasing, “Now, I thought I told you not to go upstairs with anyone,” the memory of her words at your arrival pulled to the front of your mind.
Rolling your eyes at your roommate only caused her to laugh further at your predicament.
Yelena speaking prompts the brunette to move back into the circle of conversation with her and the redheads, “Don’t kill the poor girl. It would severely ruin my chances with Bishop.”
Natasha laughs at her sister’s comment, “Please, the only thing she’ll get is mind altering pleasure,” pinching your ass when finishing the sentence. “Now, I’d love to chat, but I have a bet to cash in on.”
Wanda leading the way up the stairs, pausing as Kate speaks, looking up at your roommate, “She has a study group tomorrow morning at 10am! She can’t miss it!”
The redheads laugh, continuing up the stairs, the President turns slightly as she walks and salutes to the brunette, “Aye, aye, Captain.”
Less than fifteen steps later, you’re carried into a large room. Your heart stopping completely at the sound of the door closing and locking. As if noticing the slight pure panic, Wanda stands by the door twisting the handle, “It locks from inside, so if you twist the handle, then it’s automatically unlocked,” then she relocks the door.
Nodding your head in thanks and understanding of her words, she gives you a reassuring smile in return.
Then, Natasha lightly throws you onto the bed, a grunt leaving your lips, leaning over you, she smirks. Wanda comes up to sit beside your head and gently rubs your forehead with her thumbs.
The deep green eyed woman locks her eyes with yours before placing a soft kiss on your chest, then throwing herself to the empty side of you.
“Now, don’t keep us waiting,” you turn your head to see sparkling green eyes looking at you.
They wait a few seconds before both women have another silent conversation. Suddenly, you startle the redheads by standing up.
Standing with your hands on your hips, stilling your voice and shifting on your feet, “Well, this will be rather awkward to do in silence.”
The President smirks at you before pulling out her phone and playing ‘Supermassive Black Hole by Muse!’ from her speaker.
Slowly you begin to sway your hips and drag your fingers across your chest. Kicking your shoes off as sexually as you can. You let the song play for about twenty seconds before you lean down and run your nails up your legs stopping where your thighs meet your center.
Turning around, you hook one finger under your right strap and pull it down, staring directly into sparkling green eyes. Then, turning your head to face the other direction and repeat the action, but slower, as you look into the deep green eyes.
Your dress only stays up from pushing out your chest. You continue to dance around until you slowly sit down onto your knees. Rolling onto the ground, your head closer to the women, arching your back as you begin to spread apart your knees. Never looking away from the redheads as your knees hit the floor. Watching as both women tighten their grips on the bed sheets.
Straightening your legs and bringing them back together, slowly using all your core strength to sit up rather than using your hands. You turn around and crawl over to the bed, standing before placing one foot on the President’s thigh.
She brings her hand up to gently hold onto your calf before digging her nails in. Biting your lip at the minimal pain before moving your hands across your chest, breathlessly Natasha speaks, “God, don’t be that much of a tease. Let Daddy see.”
Grabbing her hands, you bring them up to your chest, she squeezes before pulling down your dress exposing your breasts, strangely thanking yourself for foregoing a bra tonight.
The cool air in the room feeling amazing on your burning skin.
Lowering your foot, you walk over to the Vice President and bend how she showed you earlier during your game of pool. A loud hum of approval leaving her mouth.
Keeping your position, you gather the material at the hem of your dress and pull it over your head. Leaving Wanda staring directly at your covered center. Her finger gently travels up the inside of your thighs, never reaching the apex.
Noticing the dark patch on your light gray underwear, she speaks mockingly, “Do you want Mommy and Daddy to take care of that for you?”
A small moan slips out as you feel two different fingers suddenly press against the dark spot.
“Words, baby,” both women huskily say at the same time.
“Please, please,” you’re all but moaning.
A smack on your ass that you can tell was from Wanda by the feeling of rings soothing the sting, “Be specific, baby.”
You breathe in and out a few times before roughly swallowing, “Please, take care of me.”
The redheads, losing their lack of control, slowly decide that your answer was good enough for now, for the first time.
Natasha walks around to face you, her hands find your shoulders and makes you stand up. Wanda moves further back on the bed, removing her shirt and bra before leaning against the pillows.
Grabbing onto the President’s face, you stand on your tip toes and connect your lips to hers. She eagerly begins kissing you back, nipping at your lip. Moving her hands to your ass, smacking your ass lightly, so you’ll jump into her arms.
Continuing to kiss you as she walks to the side of the bed and places you down. Ending your kiss, a low whine comes from you. Sealing your lips quickly but both women have already heard you and have lust flashing through their eyes.
“Now, go ahead and make Mommy feel good while Daddy makes you feel good.” Nodding your head at the redhead’s directions, you turn around and crawl up the bed and between Wanda’s spread legs. She holds up her hands and guides your lips to her nipple.
Natasha begins to massage your ass and tease your slit over your underwear, soaking them further by the second.
Sucking and pulling on the Vice President’s left nipple, bringing your right hand up to roll her right nipple between your fingers. You continue this while feeling the unending teasing around your clit.
Popping off Wanda’s left nipple, you drag your tongue across her chest until you can wrap your lips around the right nipple, twirling your tongue around the nub.
On the first suck, you feel a rush of cool air hit your center as your underwear is pulled down your legs, moaning loudly at the sensation. Without even a second to spare you feel the redhead’s tongue lick up the wetness on your lips before softly pushing her tongue inside your entrance.
Your jaw slacks at the feeling, your head falls away from the needy nipples in front of you. The redhead pulls you back against her nipple, “That’s a good girl. You’re giving Mommy so much pleasure,” holding you close to feel every sound come from your lips, moans of her own filling the room.
Natasha licks her way up to your clit. Giving soft licks before wrapping her lips around your clit, humming, then pulling softly on the bundle of nerves.
Your knees start shaking at the pleasure, causing you to fall further onto Wanda.
“Oh, fuck,” you mumble around the nipple.
Bringing her fingers up to your clit, rubbing circles, “Come on, baby. You're such a good girl for us.”
Her fingers slowly push into you, curling slightly against your velvet walls. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. Let Daddy make you cum, alright?”
A truly unholy sound fell from your lips, clenching around Natasha’s fingers, Wanda lifts your head slightly, so you could reply, “Please, make me cum.”
Lowering her mouth back to your clit as she sucks, licks, and nips all over while her fingers continue a relentless pace. Wanda brings her own finger to your nipples and begins rolling them between her fingers. “God, everything about you, baby. Everything is perfect,” pulling at the nubs blurring the line between pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” your voice cracking at exclamation. Shaking from the stimulation, the coil in your stomach tightens more with each second.
Wanda leans her head forward next to your ear, “Come for Mommy, baby. Come all over Daddy.”
A simultaneous pinch from the Vice President's fingers on your nipples and the President's pinch on your clit has a wave of pleasure crashing over you, a scream rips from your throat as you cum all over Natasha’s face and fingers and fall on top of Wanda.
Dragging out your orgasm not stopping until she's pulled every sound from your lips does she begin to lick up all traces of your orgasm, sitting up and moving towards the other. You look up just in time to see them share a deep kiss, each moaning at the taste of you on their tongues.
Breaking apart, deep green eyes look at you, “Do you have another one in you, baby? You came hard enough to drown me,” lust shining in her eyes.
“I’ll do whatever you want, just make me cum that hard again,” your eyes pleading.
Smirking at you, Wanda moves you to scoot down the bed, tapping your thighs. It takes a second for you to realize where she wants you, but you quickly move to hover above her face. Natasha settles between her girlfriends thighs, removing her skirt and underwear in one pull, “Now, this will be a sight to see,” lowering her mouth immediately, sucking the redhead’s clit into her mouth the way she likes.
Biting your lip at the sight, you sit down, your eyes connecting with the deep green ones between the redhead’s thighs. Allowing the Vice President to move you where she’s most comfortable. Feeling her tongue push into your entrance has you arching your back.
Natasha’s fingers move to Wanda’s clit, rubbing at a brutal pace. Below you the redhead sucks in a sharp breath. Moving to drag her teeth along your clit.
Your hips arch at the feeling, soft grunts passing from your lips, “Shit.”
Pulling you back against the redhead’s mouth, “Tsk, tsk, where do you think you’re going, baby girl?”
Rutting your hips against the face below you. Moans and pleas mumbling out of your mouth at the suction of your clit. Natasha sits up, keeping her fingers on Wanda’s clit, and leans towards you. Digging your nails into her shoulders, as she begins to leave soft bites along your chest before kissing up your neck.
Inhaling sharply as her teeth sink into your pulse point, sucking harshly on the delicate skin, “Such a dirty mouth.”
The pleasure on your clit increases, building up your orgasm quickly. Moaning as you drag your nails down the redhead’s back.
Wanda becomes sloppy underneath you, hinting at her own release coming soon. “Mommy’s getting close. Come with Mommy, baby,” Natasha mumbles against your neck, pushing you right to the edge.
Sucking your earlobe into her mouth and biting down on your soft skin, “Seeing how you ride Mommy’s face makes me wonder how well you would ride Daddy’s dick,” her words sending both you and the woman beneath you over the edge.
The Vice President slowly licks your cunt to clean you as the President drags her finger through her girlfriend’s release. Bringing them up to your mouth, “Be a good girl,” and pushing them between your lips.
A sinful moan escapes both of your lips, though for different reasons. Exhaustion riding through your body allows Natasha to gently lift you off Wanda’s face and leans you against the pillows.
Your eyelids fight too close to receive a moment of rest, quickly winning over your desire to stay conscious. Both women get off the bed walking into the en-suite and cleaning themselves up quickly, returning with a towel for you.
Noticing your sleeping form, the two exchange a look before Wanda’s soft hands spread your knees and gently clean you up.
“She’s perfect for us,” the President whispers.
“She is, but how can we convince her of that,” the Vice President whispers back.
As a plan forms in her mind, the redhead smirks, “We will just have to show her.”
Wanda throws the towel aiming for the laundry hamper, but misses, before laying down into the bed next to you. Natasha follows suit, listening to the music thrum downstairs while closing her eyes.
-
Groaning and swatting at the air when you hear the familiar sounds of a phone alarm going off.
Your messy morning hair is removed from your face, startling you into opening your eyes. Confusion flashing through you until you see two pairs so similar yet different green eyes.
“Wha-,” you begin, but are cut off.
“I would have let you sleep in more, baby, but we need to get you dressed for your study group. The last thing I need is my little sister trying to murder me for ruining her chances with the archer.”
Blinking a few times, begging for your brain to catch up, yet all your mind can think of is, “Her name is Kate.”
The redheads smile at you, “Yes, of course, we apologize,” Wanda says sincerely.
With a pat on your thigh, Natasha sits up, “Now, I don't think you want to go to your study group in that little blue dress you were wearing last night, so you can borrow something of ours.”
“No, no, it’s fine. I can just run to my dorm. I need to brush my teeth anyway, so it’s okay.” However the looks you receive fills your mind with doubt, “What time is it?”
“9:45am,” Wanda grimaces. Your jaw falls open at the realization that you will definitely not make it in time unless you go straight there. Cursing yourself for not understanding your math course better and needing to go to the study groups in the first place, with a deep breath you look up at the women, “Show me the outfit.”
Standing in the mirror you can’t complain. It was a simple pair of medium washed jeans, though slightly too long since you are shorter than both women, they have been cuffed and paired with a loose long sleeve shirt sporting their sorority name and logo. You felt a bit like a walking advertisement. The worst part, yet best part, was the sports bra Natasha gave you to wear.
Cringing as you put on your soiled underwear from the night before, you throw on your shoes and tie your hair into your best messy, not messy, bun. Hurrying down the stairs towards the front door. To your surprise, the redheads follow behind you. Thinking they must be the type to walk out guests, you say nothing.
Reaching for the door handle, you're cut off by Wanda’s ring-covered hand opening the door for you, extending her arm in an ‘after you, ladies first’ motion.
Arching an eyebrow at the action before turning to face them, “Thank you for the clothes. I’ll return them washed by the end of next week, swear,” beginning to turn back around before stopping and facing them again, whispering, “and thank you for last night too,” then rushing down the steps of the porch.
Stepping out of the doorway both women laugh before replying, “Now, that you don’t need to thank us for.” Trying to hide your blush from the redheads as you speed walk down the sorority's front lawn, checking your phone for the time, seven minutes to get there, thinking ‘I can do it’ as you break out into a run across campus.
#shay writes#wandanat x reader#wandanat x reader smut#wandanat#wandanat smut#wandanat fic#sorority au#college au
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the bet
sorority!wandanat x reader
summary: tri delta and delta nu have a bet, you get caught in the cross fire
warnings: power bottom!wandanat, choking, smut 18+ only
a/n: repost! they're back
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Delta Nu and Tri Delta were known as the rival sororities on campus. Always the two every girl wanted to get into, the two to raise the most funds for whatever cause and the two who were always at each other’s throats. One week, the heads of the two sororities met and made a bet. Celibacy week. The house that broke first would have to give up their summer funding for parties, only relying on future fundraisers for party budget.
Usually, these bets wouldn’t affect you all that much. You even liked them sometimes, Natasha would get especially frustrated when things didn’t go her way and she would always come to her trusty roommate for some… stress relief.
But this bet, this bet sucked.
Not only was Natasha extremely sexually frustrated and on edge, but you had also found yourself becoming dependant on both Natasha and Wanda for your own stress relief. And now neither of them could come to your aid.
You tried though. And you were persistent. But Natasha is a more determined when she’s pissed off. And there was nothing that pissed her off more than having to share you. She noticed how much you would be on your phone and how you spent more and more time out of the apartment, and how your dirty laundry would have the faint smell Natasha recognized from meetings with Delta Nu.
You snaked your hands onto Natasha’s hips, pressing her between your body and the counter, making sure the outline of the silicone toy between your legs was clearly felt through your sweatpants. Natasha whimpered, her hips subconsciously pressing back against you. She turned around in your hold, her hand coming up to grip your throat and pull you towards her.
You turned her towards the kitchen island, hooking your hands under her thighs and propping her up. Her fingers pressed the sides of your throat and you moaned into her mouth, your lips moving perfectly against each other. She bucked her hips closer to the edge, feeling your cool fingertips sliding up her thigh.
All of a sudden, Natasha clenched her thighs shut, trapping your hand between her thighs as she pushed you away from her with clenched eyes. Her hand loosened its grip on your throat as your other hand slid down her leg.
“I can’t let her win this too,” You tilted your head, about to ask her what she meant when she hopped down from the counter, giving you a peck on the cheek before walking into her room.
You frustratedly closed the door to your room, plopping down on your bed and pulling out your phone, starting to text the only other woman who could tend to your needs at the moment.
it’s just a stupid bet, what’s the big deal? nobody has to know, wanda
You rolled your eyes, waiting patiently for the three little dots to appear.
did you forget you live with one of them
she has a name you know
whatever it is, no. I can’t.
I’ll get rid of her, please?
Wanda tapped her fingertips against her table, biting her lip in concentration. She huffed out a sigh, typing out a half-assed excuse, part of her already thinking of what she’d wear to your place.
if this fucks up my chances as delta nu president next year i’m holding you personally responsible get rid of her
You got up from your bed, grabbing your wallet and pulling out a twenty dollar bill. You walked to Natasha’s bedroom, knocking on the door before you heard her voice telling you to come in.
“Do you wanna do me a favor?” You asked, scratching the back of your neck as you sat on her bed. She scrolled further down the online store’s website, clicking on a bodycon dress. She hummed, encouraging you to keep talking. “Can you go to the store and grab ice cream?”
“Why do I have to go?”
“Well, you’ve got all this pent up energy you can’t release right? Jog to the store.”
She hummed and stopped scrolling, turning her chair to your direction. You offered her the twenty dollar bill and she snatched it away from your hands. “Fine.”
“Thanks,” You smiled, getting up from her bed and making your way back to your room. Natasha found it odd but didn’t think about it too much. She put on her running shoes and slung a fanny pack over her shoulder before heading out the door, leaving your twenty dollar bill on the counter.
You heard the front door click shut and quickly texted Wanda.
she’s jogging to the store, you have like twenty minutes to get here
Wanda stood up out of her desk, sliding off her sweatpants and stepping into tight yoga pants. She packed her laptop and notebooks into her bag and walked out the door, grabbing a baseball cap before she left the house. She walked to your apartment and was there ten minute later, trying to ignore the smug smirk on your face as you ushered her into your bedroom.
You closed the door and pushed Wanda against the wooden surface, bringing her lips onto yours. She closed her eyes, getting lost in the feeling of your lips against hers while her bag slid down her arm to rest gently on the floor. She caught herself when your hands started drifting up her sweater, making her push you back onto your bed. You fell backwards, propping yourself up on your elbows as she straddled your lap.
“You don’t get to call the shots today,” She gripped your hair and brought your lips back onto hers, her tongue moving against yours in a heated kiss. Your hands came to rest on her ass, making her buck hips into you and fuck, this was a bad idea.
“Doesn’t seem like you want me to stop,” You smirked up at her, making her grip your chin and push you into the bed, rolling her eyes as she got off your lap.
“I do,” She groaned, standing up again and moving to her back on the floor bringing it to the bed. “I even brought work to do.”
“You never stop, do you?” You asked, as she sat against the headboard, looking at you while she type on her computer and you pulled out your video game controller.
“If I did, I wouldn’t become president of Delta Nu next year,” She said, the sound her her nails clicking on the keys echoing in your ears.
“Easy there, champ, don’t your sisters have to elect you?” You joked as you clicked away on your controller, eyes glued to the screen on the wall.
“Yeah, but I’m not worried about that,” She said, her eyes drifting to the way your bottom lip was caught between your teeth and your fingers flexed so easily around the controller. It all sent a wave of arousal straight to her core.
Wanda pushed her laptop off her lap, the crawled over to you, pushing your controller aside and straddling your hips once again.
“Ready to break the rules, Madam President?”
“The rule is I can’t have sex,” She said, bringing her lips onto yours. “Nobody said anything about touching.”
She gripped your wrists and led them under her shirt, making you smirk against her mouth. Her soft moans filled your ears and vibrated through your body, your fingertips pressing harder against the soft skin of her chest. Your lips trailed down her neck, her hands gripping onto your hair as she arched into you. You flipped her over onto the bed, kneeling between her thighs and continuing to kiss down her body.
Wanda moaned as she felt the shape of your strap press against her. Her fingernails dug into your scalp as you sucked on her skin, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to leave Wanda wanting more.
Wanda felt her desperation heighten, feeling like maybe, just maybe she would break the bet. Just as she was about to start tugging your shirt up your body, your head picked up, hearing Natasha open the door to the apartment. You looked at Wanda, a smirk tugging on your lips as you kissed up to her ear, softly shushing her.
“We have to be quiet now, angel,” You said, bringing her lips back onto yours. She continued kissing you, her eyes bursting open when the idea popped into her head. If she wanted anything with you tonight, she was gonna have to share you with Natasha.
But Wanda couldn’t just bring this up, and she wouldn’t be able to wait another day, celibacy week was almost over. She had to act now. And it had to be Natasha’s idea. Wanda started whining against your lips, at first softly, but getting increasingly louder.
Natasha walked through the door, stopping at the fridge to grab a water bottle as she caught her breath. She removed her earphones and moved closer to you door, hearing shuffling and muffled whining from the other side of the door.
“I’m back from the store,” She called through the door, making you pull away from Wanda and place your hand over the brunette’s mouth.
“Uhmm, you can put the ice cream in the freezer, I’ll get it late-OUCH!” You hissed at the sharp pain on your fingers, turning your gaze back to Wanda who had a grin on her face and she gripped your forearm over her shirt.
“Is everything okay?” Natasha said, walking into your room. She froze at the sight in front if her: Wanda pinned underneath you, one of your hands under her shirt while the other hovered above her mouth. The redhead’s eyebrows raised and a smug grin graced her features. “What do we have here.”
You pulled yourself off Wanda and walked over to Natasha gripping her hips and turning her around, pushing her towards the door. “We didn’t do anything, she didn’t lose the bet.”
Natasha stopped in her movements, all the pent up frustration she jogged off immediately returning. If anyone was gonna tiptoe around the grey area of the bet with you, it was gonna be her. There was no way in hell she would let Wanda have you all to herself. She turned around to face you before her gaze drifted to Wanda, who was still laying on the bed, her gaze completely locked onto Natasha.
“I won’t tell if you don’t,” She simply said. Natasha’s lips turned upwards, her hands immediately pushing you back into your room.
“Now we just gotta make sure you keep your mouth shut,” Natasha’s eyes locked onto yours, the back of your legs finally reaching the bed, making you fall back on it. Wanda kneeled next to you, standing over you next to Natasha as you propped yourself up on your elbows.
“You guys make it seem like you both weren’t practically begging me to fuck you earlier today,” You rolled your eyes, watching the two girls look over you like you were the last meal on Earth. Wanda rolled her eyes, leaning over and gripping your chin.
“Let’s put that mouth to better use,” Wanda shuffled off the bed, sliding her pants down her legs along with her underwear, Natasha quickly following her movements. Wanda was about to climb back onto the bed, but Natasha held her back, making the brunette look at her with a frown.
“I live here, I get to call dibs on her face,” The redhead said, moving her body up to your face. Wanda rolled her eyes, grabbing the hem of your sweatpants and pulling them down your body, revealing her favorite red strap.
“You tell another living soul about this and you’re moving out,” Natasha lowered her pussy onto your mouth before you had a chance to answer, her hips rolling onto your face as you stuck your tongue out. Natasha’s fingers gripped onto your hair, angling your head back as she bucked her hips onto you. Wanda groaned as she sunk down onto the toy between your legs, you could feel her weight shift on your hips as she bounced on your strap, your hands gripping the back of her knees and pulling her closer.
Wanda moaned, her nails digging into the skin of your stomach as she steadied herself. The stinging sensation made you moan into Natasha, the vibrations moving through her body and making her thighs squeeze around your head. They started off with a terrible pace, the two bucking their hips at the worst moments together. Your hands gripped Natasha’s hips as you pushed your strap deeper into Wanda, briefly halting her movements. Wanda screamed out in pleasure, the tip of the strap pressing against the perfect spot while you rolled Natasha’s hips onto your face, keeping your eyes on her as she contorted her face in pleasure.
Wanda and Natasha settled into the perfect pace, working off each other and making you groan in pleasure every now and then. Natasha pressed down onto your face, her arousal already dripping down your chin. Wanda whined, desperately bucking her hips, trying to reach her high, but not quite getting there.
“Do you need a little help, sweetheart?” Natasha cooed condescendingly at the brunette, making Wanda more frustrated than she already was. You lifted you chin up, sucking Nat’s clit into your mouth, making her body shudder. Natasha lifted herself off you, before turning around and straddling your face once again. You circled your thumbs onto Wanda’s legs, as she continued moving against you. Natasha gripped her chin and brought their lips together, her hands moving town to Wanda’s chest, tweaking her nipples as you pumped the toy deeper into Wanda.
One of Natasha’s hands moved up to Wanda’s throat, lightly squeezing the sides as she pulled away from the brunette. She moaned, bucking her hips faster against your face as you reached up to her hips and pressed her hips down onto you as you sucked on her clit. “Cum with me, Wanda.”
You felt Wanda’s arousal soak the strap just as Natasha’s hips stilled and her body shook over you, her orgasm washing over her like waves. Wanda brought their lips together once again, both girls using your body to ride out their orgasms, hair clinging to their skin as the caught their breath.
You licked Natasha clean before she pulled away from your face, letting you sit up and lift Wanda off you. Natasha moved off the bed to look for her underwear, ready to leave like she usually did after the two of you had your time. You leaned Wanda against the headboard, bringing your lips to hers then kissing down her body, the brunette’s hands entangling in your hair as your buried your head between her thighs, carefully running your tongue through her sensitive folds.
Natasha watched as you cared for Wanda the same way you would care for her, feeling a pang of jealousy course through her at Wanda’s soft laughter as you came up and kissed her cheek. Wanda moved to the side, allowing you to settle agains the headboard before she settled next to you, curling to your side.
“Uhm,” Natasha felt embarrassed watching, a prominent shade of pink gracing her cheeks as she avoided your gaze. “I’ll uh-”
“You can stay if you want,” Wanda said, pulling the blanket on the other side of you down, as you focused you attention on the tv.
“She’s right,” You said, secretly hoping neither woman noticed how much you desperately hoped she would.
“Okay,” Natasha leaned against the headboard, arms crossed over her chest as she focused her attention at the tv. You nudged her shoulder, the motioned for her to inch closer, making her roll her eyes but moved closer nonetheless.
The three of your comfortably watched cartoons and talked for another few hours, not able to keep your hands to each other for most of the time. It was around 2 am when you finally closed your eyes, Natasha laying unconscious curled to your side. Wanda drew patters on your skin with her fingertips, the reflection of the tv glimmer bouncing off your phone catching her attention. She waited another few episodes to make sure you were both asleep before reaching over and snapping a picture before sending it to herself and deleting it off your phone.
She fell asleep with a smug smirk on her features, thinking she had the upper hand. What she didn’t know was that the following morning Natasha would do the same thing, snapping a picture of Wanda laying naked with you before tiptoeing her way out of your room to get ready for class.
And yeah, they both were still at each other’s throats, but maybe this bet wasn’t so bad after all.
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☽ 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☾
☾ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: private hire!WandaNat
So @nats-firefly and I discussed this idea way before October, but brought it up again when I mentioned wanting to do a ph!WandaNat thing and now.. here we are.. filth amongst sleepy gays
private hire AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don’t need to add community labels, I’ve put adequate warnings below.
wc: 4.5k. cw: smut that starts out fluffy, but Wanda gets irritated. kinda cuddly sex. groping. fingering. punishments/attention denial. humiliation/degradation in the form of being babied. brief oral. overstim. typical Nat annoying Wanda. bratty reader bc people are always asking to see what would happen if you pushed Wanda's limits.
No outside clothes on the bed.
One of Wanda’s few house rules and generally easy to follow… until you were exhausted and she was snapping her fingers at you before you could take a second step towards her mattress.
Typically if you were too tired to seek out pajamas you’d suck it up and fall into your own bed, passing out until you gained energy to sort yourself out in the morning, but tonight was different. Your shift was long and felt even longer, filled with coworker mishaps and annoying customers that left you checking your watch every few minutes towards the end of the night. All you dreamt of on the ride home was Wanda and her warm bed, knowing she’d most likely be up despite the late hour.
She had the tendency to worry; no matter how even-tempered she appeared, Wanda stayed up as late as she could for Natasha, and now you as well, to come home to her. You’d headed out earlier than your normal shifts, just after midnight, and with your boss always being notified the moment you left work, there was no doubt Wanda would be wide awake.
As expected, you found Wanda in her bedroom, nose deep in a book. She looked so happy to see you, you thought maybe you could skirt by her standards just this once-
“Don’t you dare get those dirty clothes anywhere near my new comforter.”
“Wandaaaaa…” You groaned like a child, halfway to stamping your foot if you didn’t know that’d get you kicked out instantly. “I’m exhausted! It won’t ruin anything just once.”
But no amount of puppy dog pouts could make Wanda budge; the woman was so stubborn for the smallest things. You’d seen Natasha tease her for it, and even then, she stood firm; apparently there was a time when Wanda didn’t care, but once she started buying stuff of her own, she was intent on keeping it in order. “Not a chance. I can see at least three different cocktails spilled on your shirt! Get rid of the clothes or say goodnight and go to your bed.”
“So unfair…” The wardrobe across the room felt like too far of a journey, but you’d looked forward to the warmth of Wanda too much to deny yourself now. Before you knew it, you’d begun shedding your clothes, kicking them away into a lazy pile on the floor and wandering back over to your goal.
Unexpected as it was, the sight of you tiredly stripping down amused Wanda and she didn’t stop you from sliding into bed, chuckling at your silly display of wiggling around until you successfully crawled on top of her fully clothed form. “Well aren’t you clever? Always trying to find yourself a loophole.”
“I like to think that’s what you love me for.” Tired arms wrapped around Wanda’s middle, resting your chin on her chest to gaze up at the older woman. Sleeping naked wasn’t your plan, but the act wasn’t unfamiliar, particularly in this room. Most of the time, though you got into bed wearing some kind of sleepwear, either Wanda or Natasha found a reason to take them off, anything from claiming to want a simple look to being straightforward in their desire to stake their obvious claim on you.
“I love you for a great many things, little one.” She let her book gently bop the top of your head before setting it aside on the nightstand, happy to give you her full attention. Spending the day alone wasn’t awful, but she missed you and Nat terribly, always preferring to be with at least one of you when she fell asleep.
The two of you settled into an easy embrace, Wanda drawing patterns over your bare back as you cuddled against her soft silken pajamas. Even back in silence like she’d been before your arrival, Wanda felt different, lighter, knowing she could hold you safe and her wife was on her way too. “How was your night? I got updates about some out of line people… I hope no one gave you too hard of a time.”
You shook your head, your frustrations melting away now that you were snuggled up to Wanda. It all seemed so far away while you were laid safe in your bosses’ cozy bedroom. “Nothing terrible, just felt like it lasted forever. It’s the Halloween crowd madness starting up, I think…”
The brunette nodded and listened as you went through details, throwing in a comment or two when needed; engaged even as her hands began wandering. She didn’t realize what she was doing at first, smoothing over the indulgent feel of your delicate skin. You were always just so pliant and willing; honestly, she decided you deserved a reward for following her rules with the last bits of your energy. Wanda loved knowing you’d chosen her over sleeping across the hall; it was hard to stay firm when she was also tired of sitting by herself, but if she gave in once, she’d never hear the end of it.
It started out innocent enough that you didn’t question her, overexerted muscles enjoying the gentle massage of your ass and thighs. By the time Wanda pushed your hips up to make room for her hand, you’d been pacified into a calm state of security all you offered was a pleased hum when she stroked over your mound. “You’ve done so much today. It’s about time you let me take care of you now.”
“Mhm..” She drew you in for a kiss, fluffy and sweet, mindful of your exhaustion. Wanda was always cautious of your state of mind, her considerate coddling making it easy for her to know exactly what you needed. If you needed her to take away all memories of her bad night, who was she to deny you?
Annoying as it’d been to be stopped on your way to bed, getting out of your work clothes did feel better and now you’d reap the benefits of choosing Wanda. Her touch was slow, sliding over center more to slowly work you up rather than to tease, like easing into a warm bath. “Thank you, mommy.”
“Of course, baby. You earned it for how hard you worked.” Her continued praise left you hiding your giggles in her chest, a dumb smile stamped on your features as Wanda dipped her first finger past your entrance. Rarely was Wanda this affectionate with you during sex, but she’d have to remember to do so more often, if only for how cute you looked right now. “I think someone likes being told they did a good job.”
“Maybe a little?” Your love of her acknowledgement was well known, there was no use denying it, but your sleepiness put you in a sillier mood— one that in turn rendered you more playful.
Oddly enough tonight, Wanda also happened to be relaxed enough to feed into it. “Something tells me it’s more than a little.” She fingered you open steadily, no rush to her movements, content to keep her mission slow for the time being. “If how desperately you’re squeezing my finger is any clue, you like it a lot…”
You mumbled some noncommittal response, squeaking as Wanda pushed further. It was way too little, but you were unwilling to speed up whatever the two of you had fallen into, much more interested in letting Wanda do what she pleased and seeing where it went. “Fine, I do like it when you tell me you like the work I do..”
“Good girl!” This time when she kissed you, she tugged your lip between her teeth, sucking at it until the red matched the flush of your cheeks. She was so happy to have someone who caught on quickly and so easily accepted doing things her way; Natasha always put up a fight, you were a lovely change of pace. “What else would you like? Another finger?”
“Yes! Yes please!” Pretending not to be interested in that suggestion would only hurt you, the much desired stretch of her long digits too tantalizing to pass up. Low on willpower, you easily went docile, letting Wanda’s care drive away the day’s anxieties.
You wiggled happily as her second finger joined the first, legs spreading as far as you could get them. Maybe you were being terribly obvious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when this was exactly what you’d longed to come home and experience. “I still would’ve made you take off your clothes, but if you needed this, you could’ve asked.”
Wanda thrusted into you harder now, bottoming out each time and like clockwork your moans came in tandem. She was so deep, you already felt so full, but still your hips rocked into her hand, unabashed in trying to find the perfect angle. “Wanted you all night.. To have you hold me and make me feel good.”
It was true; falling into bed naked would almost always lead to something like this, but the how was forever a fun surprise. Wanda misjudged your ability to plot this out, but wouldn’t apologize for her predictable handsy nature; what fun was having a girlfriend if she couldn’t keep her hands on you whenever she pleased?
“And you didn’t feel like asking so you figured you’d wait for me?” Wanda’s fingers curled and you nodded frantically, both answering her question and encouraging her to keep going. She did it again and again, letting her fingers stay put while your desperation grew; Wanda wasn’t particularly bothered by your little con, but she’d hate to let you fully get over on her.
Free hand traveling from your backside to your chin, Wanda grabbed your face and tapped your temple, forcing your attention. “Look at me if you’re going to properly own up to your trickery.”
Meeting Wanda’s gaze was nearly impossible with how turned on you were, her sharp green eyes against her soft, makeup free face was just so.. beautiful— and you’re hopeless with pretty women. “I’m sorry, mommy. Can I still cum?”
“You’re bold enough to think you were ever allowed without asking?” Once in a while Wanda feared Natasha was right: she bent too easily whenever it came to you. Judging as her voice may sound, Wanda wouldn’t have thought twice about letting you carry on. With how distracted she’d become with your darling behavior, the biggest reprimand would’ve been a pat on the back before letting you fall asleep on her chest as if she’d never set a single rule for you.
Wanda hated admitting Nat was right. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired to remember how to behave.”
“No! No, I’m not, please!” Wanda might’ve been in bed before you’d arrived, but she was far from asleep and while your version of playful was sweet, hers could easily be brash. She’d discovered your plan, fine, but you hadn’t planned for Wanda feeling anything but surprised. If she wanted to, your girlfriend would torment you for hours. Enduring any kind of punishment tonight would be torturous in your already exhausted state. “I wasn’t, I promise!”
“I know, baby, I know,” she cooed, kissing your quivering lips. You whined into her mouth as her hand sped up, as if Wanda suddenly decided to hurdle you towards orgasm, and your poor fatigued brain had to fight to keep up. “Sometimes you just get so sleepy and it’s hard to remember to ask out loud, yeah?”
It was an excuse both of you leaned on, you to appear like you hadn’t meant to overstep and Wanda to be able to point at your sleep deprivation when Natasha inevitably asked why you felt so emboldened to act out in the next few days.
“I forgot, I’m sorry… won’t do it again.” The gentleness of her words always charmed you, seeing Wanda’s soft side that was reserved for only you and her wife turning you on effortlessly. “Please, so close…”
Her thumb rolled over your neglected clit and your entire body shuddered, clinging onto Wanda as tight as you could. Fortunately for her, you didn’t have enough strength to restrict her breathing. “I wish you could feel how soaked my hand is right now, poor messy thing. If I let you cum, will you make those pretty noises I love hearing?”
“I’ll do whatever you want,” The words came out smashed together, too preoccupied with Wanda curling her fingers in sync with her thumb, setting a pattern so mind numbing you didn’t realize your eyes had rolled back until the brunette dug her nails into the nape of your neck— nor did you hear Natasha walking through the door.
“How many times have I warned you not to promise her that?”
You startled at the extra hand on your head as it ruffled your messy hair before holding you still enough to kiss your temple. Natasha smelled earthy, like she’d been hunting in the woods; a stark contrast from where you last talked to her at the bar downtown. “Three hours ago when I saw you, you told me you felt dead on your feet, but refused to be sent home too early. Is Wanda keeping you up?”
“Yes, b-but I…” All at once you were keenly aware of how vulnerable you looked laid limply on Wanda, begging to cum as pitifully as a neglected pet. Nat had seen you like this and worse too many times to count, but being caught right on the edge left you shy.
“But she came home looking for it,” Wanda finished for you, pinching your thigh before you tried to pin your wanton display all on her. “Pajamas were too hard for our hard-worker to get to, but she wanted to sleep with me so she went with nothing because she’s smart enough to know it’s better to give me what I want.”
“More like I’ve taught her how to choose her battles when it comes to you.��� The redhead didn’t force you to pull your gaze from where you hid your face in Wanda’s chest, choosing to smooth out the stray hairs she’d given you and while the gesture was sweet, both women pretty much babying you was overwhelming.
She wasn’t wrong, having learned either firsthand or from Nat’s instruction what was worth challenging versus when compliance was mandatory; she insisted there’d be a day when she could break Wanda of her bed linen obsessions. Both reasons your bosses gave you sounded submissive to one or the other, there was no use in acting tough when they were currently fawning over you like a lost lamb…
Silly as you were, you tried. “I was just sleepy.”
“Yeah? So sleepy you were begging for my fingers? Don’t try telling me you just wanted to sleep on them.” The idea shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did, but you were adjusting before you could convince yourself not to, pushing Wanda’s fingers deeper where they’d retreated from your entrance. Nat couldn’t see it, but Wanda could feel the subtle movement, digits brought back into wet warmth you were suddenly intent on denying existed and it occurred to her then you had a bit of a stubborn streak as well.
Nothing she and Natasha couldn’t conquer though. “We just had a little chat about being upfront about what you want. Surely you’d tell me if all you wanted was to go to bed, sweetheart.”
But you were too busy throwing the comforter over your head, shrouding yourself from head to toe. “You started touching me.”
Wanda and Natasha’s dual bombardment was dizzying, enough to leave you fighting not to grab Wanda’s wrist and move it yourself. They were too observant, knew exactly what buttons to push when you were in a certain headspace; when you came home stressed like tonight, they’d seen how much better off you were after you let go, but often you needed a little help getting there.
Wanda got you close, but Nat’s sudden appearance threw you off and now she was back to square one. It wasn’t any lack of security around her -you loved Nat as much as you did Wanda and always felt safe with both of them- you, again stubbornly, always wanted to feel like you were impressing the redhead. The couple joked about it often, how quick you were to turn to Natasha and search her typically stoic face for any sign of amusement; with even the faintest hint of a smile the pair swore they saw hearts fill your eyes. “She’s had enough of you, Wanda. Give her a break.”
“Oh boo hoo,” Wanda scoffed, sticking her tongue out at the woman standing next to her, “you always go so shy around her, wanting to look cool. She can be just as submissive as you are right now, trust me.”
“I am not!” There were some things you’d see less than a handful of times in your life; a submissive Natasha was one of them.
“There you go, denying it just as hard as this one.” Wanda laughed loud enough to jostle you, chest bubbling with laughter under your hot cheek. She went back to rubbing your back with one hand, trying to comfort you amongst her blatant enjoyment of your predicament. Still her fingers stayed between your legs, stroking your folds lazily and confirming it was the very mortification you suffered that soaked you further.
Natasha made your same mistake, presuming Wanda was too preoccupied to bother with her sheets; she got as far as a welcome home kiss from her wife before a warning once over wordlessly directed her to get rid of her dirty leather jacket and scuffed jeans. “Yeah yeah, I’m going to change. Worry about that wiggly thing you’ve got weighing you down. I think you’ve summoned a blanket creature.”
“Aww, mommy’s little ghost,” she mocked, nuzzling her head atop yours before setting her wrist back to work. You’d been on the brink of something so blissful just moments before, it was all too easy to bring you back there. Even if you insisted on hiding from her and Nat now. “What’s the matter? You were just fucking yourself silly on my hand.”
“Nuh uh,” You wanted to sound more defiant than you had, but your voice sounded shaky and small. The futile attempt only brought more laughter to the pair, having unwittingly become their nightly entertainment.
“No? You’re not a very good liar.” One of Wanda’s most prominent shortcomings was her impatience, a facet that heavily influenced when you and Natasha backed off and let her be. Not only did you forget to account for that now, you’d taken her earlier gentleness for granted instead of recognizing it for the reward it was: two missteps you were too dazed to notice drew on her fragile patience.
“If you admit it, I’ll drive you wherever you want tomorrow.” She was trying so hard to stay careful with you despite how close she was to the end of her own rope, but all you came back with was a bullish shake of your head. “We can get your favorite pizza and try out that milkshake bar you keep trying to drag us to-”
“Oh yes, surely bargaining with your brat of a ghost will make her behave better!” Nat must’ve wandered into the closet based on how far away she sounded, too far to argue with even if you did want to dig yourself a deeper hole by defying both your girlfriends.
“Shut up, Tasha, you’re such a pain.” It was a muttered jab, Wanda now bored of arguing and your withdrawal. So what if she had to coax you into it, she missed watching your sweet, unguarded face fall apart before her. She tried not to hold it against you too much; obviously you were so worn out you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but she couldn’t shake her annoyance completely.
Playing nice wasn’t working anymore; maybe you’d settle faster if she let you be as invisible as you’re pretending. “She wasn’t difficult until you got here. I think showing off to you so much is making her pick up bad habits.”
“I don’t have bad habits- fuck…!” She shut you up with a too far thrust, fingertips pressing painfully deep. You weren’t a brat, not to Natasha and certainly not to Wanda, tired hips finally trying to match the latter’s motions just to prove you were ready to be cooperative again, but you’d blown your chances for Wanda’s grace and now she wasn’t listening.
Despite your denial, Wanda let you finish for the sole purpose of making you feel how obvious of a lie you’d spun. “Ignore me all you want, but we all know what your needy little cunt was after.”
You were certain she’d shove you off, roll you over, something with how she might as well have spat her last sentence at you, but instead of the absence of her, you got more. Wanda didn’t let up for a second, pistoning in and out all while settling into a casual conversation with her wife who’d just flopped down on the opposite side of the bed.
“I-I’m…” Oh. Wanda’s thumb brushed over your neglected clit like it was nothing more than a fidget toy, flicking back and forth while you fought a losing battle over control of your body. You pawed at her clumsily, legs scrambling for purchase as you tried to lift up for just a second and break free, but all your struggles were no match for Wanda’s strength. “Mommy?”
No response. For you, at least. Wanda was busy locking lips with Natasha, a quick squeak of her own pulled as Nat nipped along the corners of her mouth. “I wish you could’ve seen all of the costumes today, Tasha. I sent pictures, but with no text back I assumed you were busy all day.”
She had to hear you, impossible to miss with how you not only called out her name repeatedly but kissed apologies along her sternum, pleading for acknowledgement. And yet, Wanda didn’t seem to spare you a single thought. Her hands stayed firm on either side of your lower half, one splayed over the small of your back to keep you still and the other inspecting an ever-growing mess, the heavy drag of her so intense you were toeing the edge of a second climax within minutes.
If Natasha paid you any mind, you couldn’t tell, but her sympathy was rare, always the one warning Wanda against being too forgiving. Her current affection was the only thing keeping Wanda from snapping on you entirely though, knowing as much as she was focusing on getting you ready for bed, Wanda was fighting sleep too and it was making her moodier by the second. “You should’ve taken my text back as a reminder that I don’t wear Halloween costumes, sneaky wife of mine.”
Great, both her partners chose to be difficult tonight. “Why can’t either of you just listen to me?”
“Ohh look who’s a brat now, Wanda. Do you hear yourself?” Nat was muffled from where you were under your blanket shield, but her snark was still clear as day.
Wanda took her mounting frustrations out physically, cruelly pulling her hand away and wrenching out of Natasha’s reach mid-kiss. The two of you shared a disappointed whine, immediately suffering the consequences of your actions, but Wanda didn’t care. “It’s for a few hours for one night! It won’t kill you, I gave you an outfit once before-”
“Put your hand back, mommy, I was so close!”
“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know better.” Wanda did return her hand in the form of a rapid succession of slaps, the thick, wet sounds of her open palm meeting your soaked, puffy core humiliating you beyond belief. It hurt, yes, but as the sting lingered it only stoked your desire for her further and as you pinned your lover’s hand between you and her thigh, you found you hadn’t lost a single bit of your need.
Learning from your mistake, you didn't push her, whining and pathetically getting yourself off while Wanda went back to coercing Natasha into Halloween fun. Obedience won you back some favor, three fingers now stretching you ruthlessly, second orgasm hitting you by surprise and bleeding straight into the third.
Somewhere around then was where you lost track of their conversation, Wanda and Natasha bickering back and forth slowly being drowned out by the ever-louder ringing of your ears. Your muscles went slack, jaw hanging open, drooling onto her wrinkling pajama shirt as you relented to Wanda’s torture and the pleasure she kept you so hooked on.
“Too much- I can’t, I can’t..!” You stammered out, fisting the mattress in a desperate plea for mercy. Everything ached, but you felt as though you were flying, soaring high above the house and into the dark city skies— and oh how you longed to fall right back into Wanda’s arms.
The older woman backed off almost too easily, returning to the gentle caresses she’d started with, “My hand’s tired, honey.”
You thought that’d be the end of it, that you’d stay here until you sailed into pleasant dreams, but then you were being rolled over and instead of hitting the mattress, your back met the sturdy warmth of Natasha’s lap. Relaxing there was all too easy, head rolling back onto her shoulder, moving without resistance as Nat’s fingers took hold of your chin and turned it until she could kiss you, deep and greedy. “Look at you, all fucked out already… Wanda, what’d you do to her?”
“Nothing she didn’t enjoy, whether she admits it or not. ” How Wanda managed to find her way to her knees so quickly was beyond you, but you didn’t have it in you to question. Lacquered nails slowly scratched over your pelvis where you still felt so tingly while Natasha took the opportunity to massage your newly exposed breasts, four hands exploring your exhausted body.
It was the same type of adoration you’d hid from earlier, but you were long past shying away now. You’d had more than enough of being ignored for a good while. “Hold her for me while I finish, you know how I hate messes in bed.”
Eyes you could barely manage to keep open peered past where Nat was groping you to see Wanda tie her hair back before settling onto her stomach, shuffling forward until she was close enough to nuzzle her cheek into your soft thighs. When she kissed your clit, you mewled, oversensitive from Wanda’s earlier abuse. “Mommy.. hurts..”
“Hush, baby, I’m only cleaning you up. I’d never hurt you,” Wanda whispered it so lovingly you had no choice to concede, discovering in the next second that even if you wanted to close your legs you couldn’t, Natasha’s own holding yours apart. She licked and sucked carefully, lulling your tired brain back into blissful nothingness.
The last thing you remember is Natasha’s deep voice right in your ear, your nipples caught between her calloused fingers as she rolled them in time with her wife’s tongue lapping at your leaking entrance. “Go to sleep, little dove, we’ll tuck you in safe and sound… and I promise to wake you up when I’m done with mommy.”
#I had to finish formatting this at work on my phone so if you see any issues uh… no you don’t 💖#private hire au#wandanat x reader#wandanat x reader fic#wandanat x reader smut#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#maximotts kinktober#kinktober#motts writes.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐘 / wandanat x dom!r
being a supersoldier had its perks, surely: like being paired up with the black widow and scarlet witch on a mission, and getting to fuck them on that very mission.
──── ♥ pairing. sub!wandanat x dom!supersoldier!reader
──── ♥ cont. smut (18+), a semblance of a plot verging on shameless smut, cunnilingus, so much cunnilingus oh god, strap-on usage, established wandanat, overstimulation, a lot of it, possessiveness, jealousy, squirting, breeding kink, daddy kink, choking kink
──── ♥ note. reader is said to be buff & masc, no gendered pronouns are used. there is use of a strap-on though ;) word count is 3k lol
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𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.
being a super soldier had its perks, surely.
chosen by professor erskine in 1943 to be injected with the super soldier serum, gaining an enhanced physique, then using it to save the world countless times? yeah. it was nice. being stuck in ice for seventy years? not that nice.
you know what was nicer, though?
the women that came along with it.
no, you weren’t objectifying them, in any way or sort. it was just validating, receiving that kind of attention you so craved. it only took something as simple as walking along the street to be approached by an eager woman, body language very telling in what her end goal was.
and who were you to deny them?
nights that ended in your bedroom and clothes ripped to shreds was a common occurrence. despite the, uh, animalistic tendencies of those racy one-night-stands, you were always sure to make her breakfast the next morning. it was almost an apology for their shredded underwear.
bucky, your loving asshole of a best friend, called that habit of yours ‘whore behaviour’.
you called it the super soldier theory.
as much of a — politely speaking — whore, you could be, no matter how rough or desperate or hot or messy the events of the previous night were, you were damn sure to make it accumulate into an unforgettable, wet dream-inducing, masturbation-worthy one.
and what better to top that off with a pleasant breakfast? you’d known the empty feeling of waking up to a cold bed, so you’d make sure there was still some level of pleasantry and chivalry.
—
well, that fine theory of yours would come into action much sooner than expected.
“fuck,” you groaned into the pillow, as your alarm resounded around the empty apartment of your house. that day was a monday, and you were in no mood to go to the SHIELD compound to begin work.
that could mostly be blamed on the searing pain in your back that was the result of last night’s endeavours, but there was nothing wrong in a little sexual activity, was there? well, by little you meant a lot, but linguistics don’t matter.
in fact, nothing mattered when you were paired up with the scarlet witch and black widow on a new mission.
god bless nick fury.
you were currently huddled in SHIELD’s meeting room for pre-mission administrative bullshit you didn’t give a damn about. sorry, maria.
the object of your attention was the black widow, in her skin-tight full-body black suit, showing off flattering curves, and the scarlet witch, in a low-cut top that revealed a generous cleavage. you weren’t staring, you really weren’t.
but when natasha moved to brush her lips against wanda’s ear, eyes however darting to you, and the way wanda responded in kind, glancing at you and giving you a little wink…… it was doing things to you.
it was almost as if they were putting on a show for you, in all your super-soldier, openly queer glory.
you weren’t really taken aback by wanda and natasha's relationship, in all honesty, because the two never seemed to get enough of each other. what you were taken aback by, on the other hand, was their interest in you.
natasha and wanda had an inexplicable attraction towards you, only growing more touchy when they knew you were watching because of the knowledge that your eyes would inevitably find theirs.
you had tried to ignore at first, the palpable sexual tension between the three of you, that only grew with the passing days, but soon it was all too much to be overlooked.
the day the dam broke, was the day of that very mission.
—
“target spotted,” wanda says in your earpiece, sharp and steady. the lilt of her sokovian accent wasn’t loss on your keen ears, and it made you swoon just a little.
the mission was a clear-cut one, straightforward and supposedly simple. secure the target, steal the harddrive, export the information, then out. you didn’t really understand why SHIELD needed two of their best agent and two avengers for this, but maybe they just wanted to play it safe.
the destination of the mission was a high-end fancy banquet hall, thus you were all dressed to class.
wanda was dolled up in a velvet green dress, matching her eye-color. it went off her shoulders, exposing the sleek collarbone and accentuating the curve of her breast. the slit of the dress ended dangerously high on her right thigh, showing off bare skin. natasha was wrapped up in a eulalia red satin dress, downright sinful in the way it hugged the curve of her breasts and her hips. the backless dress was a pleasant treat for your eyes.
not to be arrogant, but you think you didn’t look too bad yourself, what with a tailored black suit — the fabric hugged your broad shoulders leading a smaller waist, and was tight-fitting at the arms, showing off the curve of impressive biceps. the collared shirt underneath was unbuttoned low enough to expose a tattoo, that could only be deciphered upon closer examination.
"bald guy, navy blue suit. chatting up a blonde girl on the left side of the pillar with the painting of a ballerina.”
upon wanda’s jurisdiction, your eyes find the target easily. you also don’t miss the copious amonuts of bodyguards stationed throughout the banquet hall.
“we have eyes on him,” natasha’s voice in your ear now. “y/n and i will distract him. wanda, you get the hard disc drive, which is conveniently placed in his pocket.” wanda voices her agreement.
suddenly, you feel a hand on the middle of your back, and you almost jump. it’s natasha, and if your eyes ever travelled to her breasts, no they didn’t.
natasha loops her arms around you, hands interlocking behind your neck. she smiles serenely. you gulp at the close proximity between the two of you.
“what-”
“kiss me.”
before you can lift a finger to react, before you can say that there’s people here, natasha pulls you in for a kiss, and an explosion of fireworks erupt in your stomach.
god, it’s so surreal, the feel of her lips on yours. no, they’re not velvety soft or perfectly unblemished, but the fact that it’s natasha, delicate yet desperate, makes you want to die.
realizing that this might be the only chance you ever have with the black widow, even if it is just a mission, you chase her lips in a flurry. your left hand goes to cup at her waist possesively, just knowing it would rile up the target who was most definitely watching, and your other hand wraps itself around her neck.
natasha lets out an airy sound — you selfishly hope that it was your doing, not just a play for the audience — and she tugs at your collar, pulling herself closer to you. despite being somewhat in the corner of the hall, the quickly-gained attention is a little unsettling.
you move to break apart slowly, before natasha’s fingers find your belt loops and her lips are on yours once again. she moves with a goal in mind, this time, hot breaths and tongue flooding your senses.
you know that this means something more than a mission, but that thought is buried somewhere far in your depleting conscience. you can only hope that wanda takes longer to retrieve the harddrive.
fighting to return natasha’s renewed fervour, you greedily grab at her breasts, playing with the mounds of flesh as she breathes into your kiss.
before you know it, natasha is dragging you up the winding stairs, through the crowds of judgemental whispers and wide-eyed stares.
“what about- what about the target,” you ask, helplessly and breathlessly, struggling to find a semblance of order. it’s hard, when natasha’s ass is right in your line of vision.
you’re shoved into the elevator of the posh building. you’re about to question why on earth the security guards aren’t doing anything, before the redhead is kissing you again.
“shut up and fuck me,” she pants into the kiss, pressing a random floor of the building. you finally oblige, knowing that this was a one-in-a-million chance.
oh, fuck the mission.
you ruck her skirt up, pushing her bare ass against the cold metal of the elevator. natasha squirms in your grasp, and desperately rub your palm against her cunt. she grinds against it like its sweet solace.
“more,” natasha pants into your ear, and you shove a hand up into her panties in the moving elevator, any semblance of respect and public courtesy long gone.
once the elevator door dings open, natasha drags you out, leading you into one of the rooms by your tie. you try to grasp at any part of her you can reach, but she stays cleverly out of reach.
the door slams shut, and suddenly you’re face-to-face with wanda maximoff.
“what the fuck is happening,” you breathe, feeling natasha take off your suit jacket from behind. “am i- am i dreaming?”
“oh baby, we’re a lot better than whatever dreams you’ve been having, i can assure you,” wanda says casually, red tendrils of magic swirling around her fingers then around your body. you’re knocked into the bed, forced to sit at the edge.
wanda lifts a finger to trace a long, red nail across the purple hickey on your neck from last night. you clench under her languid touch, and wanda hums in visible appreciation at your bulging muscles.
"i could do better than that," she purrs through sharp teeth, grazing over the faded hickey.
you hiss through kissed teeth, frustrated at being unable to move your limbs. as a super-soldier, it was almost embarrassing to be rendered useless so easily, but thankfully the knowledge that wanda was just about the most powerful being in the universe was consolation.
“what about the mission?” the question barely leaves your lips before wanda promptly sinks her teeth into your flesh between the neck and your shoulder.
“calm down, sweetheart,” natasha purrs, undoing the buttons of your shirt. “we’ve taken care of it already.” wanda waves the harddrive in front of you, before tossing it to the side.
you don’t find the heart in you to question her. wanda straddles you, and when she kisses you, you kiss back. natasha’s kiss from earlier meshes into this one, and you can taste them, simultaneously. it drives you mad, almost.
wanda lets out a moan, and you take advantage of her moment of weakness to spin the two of you around. you press wanda into the position you were previously, while you get down in front of her, your face at the same level as her pussy. you grin up at her.
while wanda had pinned you down with her magic, you had pinned her down with the sheer force of your enhanced physique. spreading her legs open, you murmur, “two can play this game. or three, i suppose.”
natasha lets out a humoured bark of laughter. “hm, you two have your fun. i’ll have my turn later.”
wasting little time in getting what you wanted, you helped wanda undo her dress, letting it fall to the floor. ripping off her panties with your teeth, natasha let out an impressed whistle while wanda turned as red as her hair.
you used your thumbs to spread her glistening folds open, allowing you to see just about everything. wanda whined, at being all spread out, your hungry eyes never leaving cunt.
"hurry up," she gasps, jerking when you let out a slow exhale, warm air making her clit throb.
it’s all good fun at first, wanda teasing you while you lap at her cunt hungrily. she’s playing with your hair, nails scraping at your neck. she reaches her first orgasm embarassingly quickly.
it’s only after another one that wanda realizes, once you’ve latched your mouth onto her divine pussy, you’re not taking it off anytime soon.
“baby,” she asks hesitantly, breaking off into a moan when your tongue finds her stiff clit.
you bury your head deeper, letting out a low hum in response. the vibrations send tingles all up her stimulated cunt, and wanda jerks, clenching around you.
“baby,” wanda pleads, airy and hazy. you let out a guttaral sound from the back of your throat, the pit in your stomach burning as she moans your name. you respond in kind, shoving your tongue in a little deeper. wanda screams your name.
she tasted too good, too sweet, too pretty. wanda’s overstimulated cunt is positively throbbing, uncontrollable gushes of white cream going all over your face. you lap it all up, gripping onto her thighs.
“daddy, stop,” she whimpers, trying to yank your head away. the way that title falls from her lips is divine. but you’re adamant in getting what you want, so you ignore her pleads and go back to devouring her hungry pussy. god, you couldn’t get enough of her taste.
wanda has tears in her eyes, unable to form anything but moans and shrieks as you bring her over the edge again and again. throughout the minutes, you never let down, only picking up your pace with each sweet cry of your name.
there was only one way to abuse your super-soldier stamina, right?
god, she was so wet, her pussy so drenched it goes into her ass, then staining the sheets and soaking through the mattress. you don’t fuckin’ stop, can’t stop, only craving to break her and make her ascend.
it’s only after several more earth-shattering orgasms that natasha roughly yanks you away, having had enough of your fun. your eyes are defiant, flashing, until they lock with natasha’s.
and boy, was that a sight you’d remember.
the normally green eyes of natasha were darkened into a sea of black, pupils so dilated you swore you could see through them, through the lust and the longing. trailing your eyes south, the hand shoved up her panties was now completely soaked — god, had she managed to fit four fingers in there?
her breathing was ragged, the only semblance of normality being the widow-hardened grip on your jaw. you look up, letting her see just how damp your face is, from completely devouring wanda.
“it’s my turn, babe,” natasha says through a shaky breath, raising an eyebrow in a challenge. to your surprise, she throws a strap-on at you, bright red. it’s far larger than what you would expect from her.
nonetheless, you smirk, more than happy to oblige.
but first, you casually carry the passed-out wanda to settle into the left side of the bed. you place a chaste kiss on her forehead, as natasha’s eyes twinkle in amusement.
“don’t try to play the gentleman card, after you fucked her brains out.” natasha comments with a lazy grin. you shake your head, returning that grin in kind. “gotta reputation to uphold,” you quip, letting natasha unbuckle your pants.
your black boxers are damp, to no one’s surprise — wanda’s moans were surely something. natasha trails her hand over it, licking her lips, then lays down on the bed next to wanda, conveniently spreading her legs.
“uphold your reputation then,” natasha laughs, humming in appreciation at your visibly aroused expression.”treat a lady right.”
you put on the strap-on in record timing, not missing the way natasha’s eyes are on your hands as they fly expertly over the harness, fastening it in place with experienced haste.
“on your hands and knees. face the wall.” you command, and natasha obeys. she uses her hands to spread her ass, teasing you. your eyes darken.
before natasha can let the witty remark slip from the tip of her tongue, you’re easing the silicone cock into her pussy from behind. mounting her like a rabbit in heat, you’re soon rutting into her.
“fuck,” natasha cries, clenching around you, so tight and hot and wet and delicious.
“pretty girl,” you growl mindlessly, letting the cock slide in and out of her hungry pussy. your eyes burn, muscles straining as you use natasha like a little rag doll, all her supposed witty teasing gone by the time you’re done with her.
it was so enticing and entrapping, the way her pussy wraps around your faux cock, how she was pulling away from the overstimulation, yet pulling you in with desperation.
screams and whines of your name bounce of the walls, until you’re heftily sure that the entire banquet hall can still hear her.
after minutes, or hours — no, time was a social construct and irrelevant when it came to mindblowing sex — you finally stopped. even your supersoldier physique was sore, so how on earth natasha and wanda had coped stumped you.
the room reeked of sex and sweat and cum, as your brain was still catching up on what on earth had actually fuckin’ happened.
and yet, you don’t think you could get enough of them, not even with your head buried in wanda’s pussy for an eternity, or your plastic cock shoved so far up natasha it kissed her womb.
so it didn’t come as a surprise, when the black widow and the scarlet witch woke up in your apartment the next morning, completely naked, the only trace of your presence being the wafting smell of pancakes in the kitchen.
the super soldier theory strikes again.
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so i saw you have no Nat request but was wondering if could do wanda and Nat x freader smut with these prompts
48.“Watch your mouth...”
19. “I swear to god I’ll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can’t walk…”
60“You broke the rules…”
with dom Nat and wanda bratty reader
maybe they’re all out at like a bar for a celebration of some sorts and R feels like little left out because Nat and Wanda are talking to each other and barely including her in the conversation so she decides have a little attitude with them . this just gets r less in the conversation so she gets up and sits next to some other girl and fake flirts with her this catches Nats eye . which leads them to take R home and give her reminder of the rules ;)
(aka punishment)
if not Wanda and Nat then just Nat would be fine
if you do this and do the both can Nat be the slightly like harsher one and Wanda not like a completely soft dom but is not as harsh as Nat can be
hope have a lovely day
i love your writing especially “needy puppy”
Bratty Baby 18+
*Authors note~I took a lot of creative liberties here with this one so I hope that's okay and that you'll enjoy it*
Trigger warnings~ dp dom Wandanat sun brat r g!p Nat enchanter strap on wanda harsh dom Nat slight soft dom Wanda, overstimulation kink teasing dildos Voyeurism punishment Dacryphilia size kink voice kink oral fixation mommy and daddy kink smut smut smutttt
Prompt~ see ask^^^^
Tony was always throwing parties after every successful mission, you never knew why. Perhaps he wanted to flash the cash and his success but you liked to think his love language is showering you all with gifts and parties to celebrate achievements the team made. You love dressing up for your girlfriends, allowing them to take in your outfits always led to a fun night. The team knew of your relationship dynamics, but had never once questioned either of your girlfriends, probably because they could kick the rest of the teams ass without even braking a sweat.
Normally you'd be hanging off one of their arms all night, but tonight they seemed to be immersed in one another's company. It was like you were third wheeling in your own relationship and for the first time you felt jealousy towards them both. They very rarely included you in their conversations, you didn't know much about it. You tried to show them your hurt at their ignorance but they seemed unfazed by your clear upset. That's when your plan formed. If they wouldn't give you attention then you'd go find someone who will.
Truly you didn't know how it happened but it did, you were leant up against the bar nursing a drink while carol tried to poorly flirt with you, asking about a scar you'd gotten a year ago. You weren't interested at all, very in love with your girlfriends but you could practically feel Natasha glaring in your direction so you fed into it. Fake flirting with Carol seemed to grab the attention of both women so you weren't surprised when both of them came to you. Natasha behind you sneaking a hand to your head while Wanda stood between you and Carol. A little whimper escaped you at the tug to your hair. "Dekta, why don't you let Carol go enjoy her night you are done" she murmured to you eyeing Carol dangerously causing her to flee.
"Draga, you know better than to whore yourself out" Wanda purred causing you to retaliate, "I bet Carol would fuck me right!" The mumble caught by both women causing Nat to rage on and Wanda to worry. "Nat, you're hurting me" you whimpered as she dragged you back to your room with Wanda on your tails. "Nat honey, maybe you should calm down" Wanda tried as you were thrown into the bedroom. The two women began to converse, little did you know Wanda was trying to make Nats temper deflate a little for you. "You don't fucking want me know" you all but screamed at them.
"Watch your mouth you whore" Nat seethed stalking towards you like a animal hunting prey. "ljubezen" the softer one of your girlfriends warned, she meant business but was no where near as angry as Natasha. Natasha held your throat and slammed you into the wall, her lips roughly fighting with yours now. Wanda taking the free time to strip from her clothing while Nat marked up your exposed neck. "I swear to god I'll fuck the brattyness out of you till you can't walk." She growled before dragging you to the bed where Wanda laid spread and playing with her puffy cunt. "Go and eat mommy out, prove you can be a good slut for us."
Crawling onto the bed you immediately tried to kiss Wanda's soft thighs but Tasha forced your head into her cunt, "eat" she growled. Immediately, you began to give kitten licks to her soaking cunt, her clit being spoilt with attention before plunging your tongue into her tight little hole. "Oh fuck, baby yes there yes good girl" Wanda mewled causing Natasha to lean over to slap Wanda face, "she's nothing more than a worthless whore Wanda, do not make me punish you too." Tears sprang in wandas eyes, "oh dekta you look so pretty when you cry, daddy doesn't mean to take her anger out on you. This slut is the one who should get it. Don't you agree?" A yes was squealed as you managed to throw the witch over the edge and fuck her through it.
Natasha once again tugged you up by your hair to spin you around and thrust her hard veiny cock into your tight throat. "Make this wet for daddy slut" was all she offered before thrusting into you. Wanda took the time to calm her body and strap up and enjoy the show. "Natty" Wanda whined when she was ready, "let me have a turn." That was how you found yourself sucking Wandas strap happily while Nat edged you with your aching clit.
Once both women had enough you were immediately positioned on all fours, Natasha lining her self up with your hips to hold them steady. Wanda teasing your folds with the head of the strap, "oh yes baby so wet for mommy"she purred before thrusting in. "Mommy no big too big" you whimpered causing Natasha to smack your ass in warning, "you'll take it, mommy wants to stretch out your fuck hole to make sure you can take daddy's cock." Natasha helped you fuck yourself onto Wandas dick as she stretched out your walls. "Oh god mommy! Daddy! Wanna cum" you mewled.
"Cum my whore" Wanda purred happily as she was approaching her edge too. A rough thrust had you both tumbling over that edge together. "Mine" the red headed Russian growled practically ripping you off Wands dick and thrusting into you from behind. The sheer size of her dick stretching you more than Wanda had. "Mommy it hurts make her stop" you cried hoping she'd take pity on you. "You broke the rules baby" Wanda reminded before completely ignoring the pleas and cries for her to help you.
Nat is a passionate lover but her temper flared often making it hard for her to know when to stop. "Wands look the pretty slut is crying. Look at how beautiful she looks taking me Wanda" Nat panted with every rough thrust, "the more you cry dolly the more I want to ruin you." You'd lost count how many times you came around her cock, the pleasure and pain dizzying. "Stop stop please daddy I can't" you whined, only to be shut up by Wanda popping her breast into your mouth, "shhh baby here suck on mommy."
Natasha happily filled you to the brim as you screamed around Wandas nipple. When she finally slipped from your now gaping hole you could see the mixture of both your cum seeping from your own hole onto the bed. Trying to catch your breath you noticed Wanda slipping underneath your body and Nat repositioning her already hard cock. You weren't even sure how two cocks could fit into your small cunt but these two lovers were determined to make them fit. "Oh look at the cock slut wands, taking both our dicks into your needy cunt"
Natasha shoved two fingers into your mouth as they both pounded into you, it was awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm to overstimulate your poor puffy cunt. Tears streaming like a raging river, you continued to moan and whine as you came around their dicks again and agains. Your orgasm causing you to clamp around them like a vice. Making them cum became the ultimate goal, and when you achieved that you tapped out immediately, the pain now outweighing the pleasure.
Both women flipped like a switch into caring and loving, making sure you were cared for and loved, cleaning up and cuddling with your exhausted body while they whispered words of praise and love until you all drifted off to sleep.
Word count~ 1552
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okay i had to after our conversation i had to request it
wandanat x fem reader smut
prompt reader being little bit bratty breaking some of the rules such wearing there favourite slightly revealing outfit out that they only let us wear around the house and having a attitude
doing all this for attention that we fill we had lack of
so wanda and nat take us home for punishment
can it have
pet play
face sitting
strap on use
soft mommy wanda (praise) wanda the one on our face
harsh daddy nat ( degration) maybe nat using bit pain kink nat using the strap
can i ask for none of the to be gip
~🐼
INTO IT
PAIRINGS: WandaNat x reader
WORD COUNT: 2779
WARNINGS: smut, top!Nat, switch!Wanda, bottom!reader, punishment, bratty!R, pet play, face sitting, strap-on use, praise, degrading, overstimulation, mommy (W), Kitten (W), daddy (N), puppy (R), edging, breeding kink, masturbation, exhibition, soft!Wanda, mean!Nat, think that’s all!
NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!
“What the fuck do you think you were doing?” Nat asked with anger evident in her tone. You were a few steps ahead of her as you started racing to your bedroom, but they weren’t going to let you off so easily.
“Y/N Y/L/N, get your ass over here right now.” Hearing your full name made you stop in your tracks, your head falling down as you sighed heavily.
“What do you want?” Nat scoffed, speed-walking over to where you stood frozen. She gripped your arm tightly and turned you around, you hissed.
“You should know better than to speak to me like that, little girl.” She stood close enough to where her breath was hitting your face. “Remember what happened last time you thought it was fun to act up?” You had decided to test your waters that night and accepted an offer to dance by a clearly drunken man. You only wanted to get a rise out of them, wondering what it would be like to get punished when you were always considered good. Wanda was against punishments, she thought they were just cruel. But secretly, there was a sense of arousal that would be sent straight to her core the second she’d watch as you’d cry over Nat’s lap, your skin turning red with her slaps.
She noticed the way you gulped and smirked, calling over Wanda as she now stood next to her. You could see the vein in Wanda’s neck ready to pop, it was clear you had frustrated her with your choice of clothing, but you couldn’t help the licking of your lips when spotting it.
“What do you think we should do with our girl, Wanda?” She ran her hands up and down your arms as Wanda slowly trailed to a spot right behind you. You shivered as her breath hit your neck, her lips brushing the skin as she whispered,
“I think they deserve to be treated like the slut they’re trying to be.” Nat hummed in agreement and ushered Wanda to the bedroom, telling her to prepare everything the two would need for tonight.
You watched her leave with fear evident in your eyes. Nat grabbed your jaw and forced you to turn and look at her, you could see the dilation in her pupils.
“I want you to strip, right now.” You opened your mouth to say something but were immediately shut up by her glare. You hesitantly removed both spaghetti straps from your shoulders and lowered them, letting the dress come just under your breasts.
“Did I ever tell you to stop?” She asked when seeing your lack of movement. You pulled down the rest of the clothing and watched as it fell from your knees to the ground. Nat eyed you up and down, you had chosen to wear nothing under the dress, bad mistake.
“Touch yourself.” She murmured, and you almost didn’t hear her.
“I- what?”
“You heard me, darling. Touch yourself for me.” You looked around as if you were in public, but you were locked in the safety of your own home where no one but your girlfriends could see you.
“Right here?” She nodded, clearly becoming impatient. You did as told and slowly slipped a hand down to your folds, letting your fingers tease your clit with gentle circles. You sucked in a broken breath when you smeared your wetness around your bundle of nerves, the cold air hitting it and causing you to gasp.
“That’s it, just like that.” You continued your torture to your cunt until you were struggling to stand. She only watched with an amused face as you humped your palm desperately.
“Mm, please.” You whimpered, already chasing the high they deprived you of this morning. She could tell you were close, so she placed her hand on top of yours, stopping your movements.
“Nat-“
“Shut the fuck up. I don’t want to hear your pathetic whining for another second.” She dragged you with her into the room where Wanda had anything and everything sprawled out on the bed, including herself.
“I could hear you from here, I just couldn’t help myself.” She said as you watched her pump two fingers in and out of herself. She moaned, and you wished you could’ve captured the sound forever.
“You see that? You made mommy so horny, that isn’t fair, is it?” You shook your head slowly, still clearly obsessed with watching the way she touched herself just as you did moments prior.
“Now, now, Wanda, don’t cum just yet, we haven’t even gotten to the fun part.” Wanda whined but listened, ridding herself of her pleasure as she drew out her now sticky fingers.
“Go lay on the bed next to mommy, dear.” She did this so often, acting nice with pet names and convincing you she’d be nice, but it was always a lie that you continued to fall for over and over again.
But you still listened, sitting next to Wanda as she pulled you in for a deep kiss. There was no time to process it as she climbed onto your lap, already starting to grind against your thigh that had her moaning into your mouth. Nat watched with a roll of her eyes as she attached the harness around her waist. You couldn’t see it, being too occupied with your other girlfriend to notice the length of the toy. It was new, and they weren’t even able to surprise you with it until now. They planned to ease you into it, but seeing how you wanted to give yourself to anyone with your outfit choice, they thought they’d give up the treatment you were always given.
“Such beautiful little pets. My sweet kitten,” she stroked Wanda’s cheek. “And my naughty puppy.” She stroked your cheek as well, only to then slap it moments after. Wanda only disconnected her lips from yours so she could lean into Nat’s praises, she almost felt sorry for you when you didn’t receive the same.
“And since my little kitten has been so, so good, I think you deserve a little treat. You agree?” She nodded her head rapidly, looking up at Nat with pleading eyes.
“Now, Wanda, why don’t you tell me what you want?”
“I-…I don’t mind, daddy.” Nat sighed and grabbed both of her cheeks in her palms, making her look her in the eye.
“Sweetheart, daddy needs to know what you want so she can reward her kitten for being so good. Unless you don’t want a reward, that is.” She started to lean back, only to hear Wanda’s booming voice.
“No! No, I-I know what I want.” She grabbed the collar from the end of the bed and wordlessly hooked it around your neck. Afterward, she grabbed the leash that had been right next to it and attached it to the item.
“I want to ride my puppy’s beautiful face, daddy.” You gulped nervously when you were suddenly pushed to lie down, Wanda still on your waist from before. She was looking down at you with a nervous grin as she spoke.
“You’re so pretty, baby, I could stare at you forever.” Wanda cooed, smiling when you blushed in reaction.
“Don’t be so easy on them, darling, you know they’re in trouble.” She spared you an apologetic look before straddling her thighs around your face and sinking down until she felt your tongue on her clit. She gasped when you didn’t wait for approval, only diving in with clear hunger.
“Oh- baby, you’re gonna make mommy cum already.” She whimpered, mindlessly tugging on your leash and eliciting a moan from you.
Nat watched in fascination, already nearing the end of the bed where your legs sat clenched together. She ran her hands up and down your thighs before spreading them apart, not letting you get a choice before she was kneeling between them.
When you tried to speak, you were cut off by Wanda pulling you closer into her cunt, desperately rutting against your face.
“That’s it, such a good girl for mommy. Mommy’s so proud of her puppy, so good.” You mumbled a thank you into her, only to be shut up by a slap to your thigh. You jumped, hearing Nat’s chuckle echo throughout the dark room.
“So reactive to my touch, you’re such a pain slut, baby.” Her cock teased your hole, her tip prodding at your entrance. You tried wiggling away from it, only to feel her pulling you back. It wasn’t easy to move with Wanda’s body wrapped around you either, so Nat had a clear advantage.
“What? You don’t want it? Maybe you should’ve thought of that before, then, dove.” You’d never give in and tell her the truth, that you secretly loved the abuse she gave you. But she was a spy, after all, she knew everything.
She slowly eased herself into you, her hands grasping your waist in order to keep you still. You whined the further she went, making Wanda whimper in pleasure.
“Shh, just a little more now, love. I-I’ll make sure she goes easy.” Wanda remarked from above you. Nat scoffed at the way Wanda continued to be unbelievably soft on you. She didn’t seem to realize just how much of an attention-whore you really were, she just needed to see you through her eyes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck! Mommy’s gonna- ah!” Wanda screamed, feeling your tongue circle her clit before sucking harshly. You felt her juices painting your face and smiled, licking every inch of her clean. When she tried ridding herself from you, clearly being too sensitive to continue, Nat forced her to stay in her spot.
“You’re not stopping ‘till you can’t cum anymore, Wanda.” She weakly nodded and gripped the headboards as she instantly felt your tongue back on her.
“D-daddy, it’s too much.” Nat didn’t care to listen to her as she focused on the quickening pace of her hips. Your body slid back and forth on the bed, your tits bouncing along with her rhythm.
She used one hand to slap one of your neglected breasts, watching as your back arched without thinking. Her other kept its place on your thigh, lifting it to reach a better angle.
“Fuck, luck at you right now. You’re practically dripping.” You felt her faux-cock slide against your velvety walls. You wanted to plead her to slow down, but you were restricted from speaking.
“Oh, kitten, you look so cute riding our little girl.” Each word was labored with a thrust into your pulsing heat. “Does mommy taste good, baby?” She knew you couldn’t respond, but she had fun watching the way you squirmed in response.
“Mm, look at this, Wands. Look at how wet our little slut is.” Nat collected your juices with her fingers before placing them in front of her face, groaning as she sucked the digits as if they were her cock.
“Oh, baby, daddy’s right, you’re so wet. Does mommy riding your face turn you on this much?” You nodded as much as you could as you felt the coil in your stomach about to snap.
“Looks like someone needs to cum, hm? You think they deserve to cum, Wanda?” She nodded rapidly while chasing her high, quickly feeling herself come undone once more. She wasn’t able to warn you before it happened, but you could already sense she was near.
“Fuck, yes! You eat mommy out so well, puppy, such a good girl for me.” She could barely even grind herself further against your face with how tired she’d become. And yet you still weren’t allowed to reach your peak, according to Nat’s rules.
“You’ll cum when I say so, got it? Don’t be so fucking greedy, just be lucky we’re even touching you, you whore.” Your thighs slapped against hers with every thrust. Repeatedly, you felt the tip just barely prodding your walls to her base hitting your skin. There was no gentleness, she was rough and fast, just how she liked it.
“Daddy, please, I can’t take anymore. I wanna please my baby, they deserve it, don’t you think?” Wanda murmured from above you, her hips stilling as she finally tried calming herself. She hoped Nat would set her free, and to her luck, she did.
She was instantly sitting by your side, her hands coming to tease your nipples. She brought you in for a searing kiss that had the both of you moaning. She could taste herself on your mouth as her tongue slid inside of you, eyes fluttering as she lost herself in the feeling of your lips.
“You two look so cute, so fucking desperate.” She pressed down on your stomach where there was an evident bulge.
“Oh my, look at how big daddy is inside of you, and I’m not even done yet.” She was panting on top of you now, the rubbing the strap was doing to her clit caused her to nearly shake.
“Go- shit! Daddy’s gonna cum, baby. Daddy’s gonna fill you up real well, okay? You just sit back and take all of what she gives you.” You all knew that, unluckily, neither of them were able to actually fill you with their seed. It wasn’t possible. But little did you know Wanda had been making this one special. She wanted your fantasies to be filled because, at the end of the day, she’d do anything you asked of her.
“Please, daddy, please f-fill me up.” You whimpered, trying your best to hold back on your arriving orgasm. Wanda using her magic to toy with your clit wasn’t helping, and you were closer than you ever had been.
“M-mommy, I…I need to cum. Please, please let me cum. I’ll be good, I promise!” She debated with herself for a moment before replying.
“No more breaking the rules?”
“No, mommy.”
“You’re ours, right? Nobody else’s?”
“Only- only mommy and daddies.” You felt Nat draw your attention back to her, grasping your chin in her hands as she pulled you in for a long kiss. Suddenly, you felt spurts of liquid gushing into your tight hole. You gasped, giving Nat the advantage to slip her tongue inside of your mouth as Wanda had done prior.
“There we go, darling, daddy’s gonna make you a mommy, okay? You’ll be all nice and round with our pups, how does that sound?” Your hand squeezed hers as Nat finally let you breathe, her mouth instantly colliding with your neck and leaving very noticeable marks.
“I’m gonna- please! I need to cum, I need it so bad!” Nat only chuckled as her hips slowly returned to a slow yet hard pace. You whined, your head resting in Wanda’s lap while you struggled to focus on anything but the feeling of your upcoming orgasm.
“I can’t-“
“C’mon, let go for us, little dove.” The moment the words were spoken you let go, your release hitting Nat’s stomach as your eyes rolled to the back of your head.
“Fuck, that’s it, you’re doing so well, angel.” Nat praised, and if you weren’t in the headspace you had fallen into, you would’ve questioned why she wasn't degrading you like usual. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy it, it always seemed to tip you over the edge, but it wasn’t like her. Wanda was always the one praising you, telling you how good you are, while Nat used harsher words, harsher tones. It really was a mind trick with them, you never knew what side you’d get.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” You babbled out incoherently, your lips moving faster than your brain. Wanda shushed you with a giggle as you felt Nat slowly starting to pull out. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, it seemed to cause you more pain than relief. Wanda knew this and kissed your forehead softly, smiling onto your skin as she let her lips linger a moment too long.
“You still with us, sweetie?” She asked, noticing your exhausted form. Your eyes were heavy and shut over, your body turning limp as you subconsciously cuddled closer into her. Nat quickly ridded herself of the toy before lying down next to you both, grinning at the small noises leaving your mouth.
“You think I went too hard?”
“Are you kidding? You know they love it.” And with that, the two of them fell into a peaceful slumber on either side of you, an arm from each of them being wrapped around your fragile form.
The clothing from earlier was now a part of the clutter out in the hallway, and you were back in their arms, right where you belonged.
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Marvel Masterlist
Agatha Harkness:
Shadows of Magic Agatha Harkness x Reader ✾
Tangled in fear, wrapped in magic Agatha Harkness x Reader ✩
Dangerous together Agatha Harkness x Reader ✾, ❆
The quiet spells of Home Agatha Harkness x Reader ❆, nsfw
Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Wandanat:
Tangled in Doubt Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia Goode x Reader ✩, ✾, ❆
One too many secrets Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia x Reader ✾,❆
It all fell down Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia Goode x Reader ✾,❆
Russian Roulette Natasha Romanoff x Reader ✾,❆
In the silence Natasha Romanoff x Reader ✾,❆
Fragments of us Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Reader ✾
You're gonna go far Wanda Maximoff x Cordelia Goode x Reader ✩
Good Luck, Babe! Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Reader ✩, ✾, ❆
Always Natasha Romanoff x Reader ✾, ❆ Part 2
Scars to your beautiful Wandanat x Reader ✩
Pink Skies Natasha Romanoff x Reader ✾
Wait a minute Natasha Romanoff x Reader (nsfw)
Whispered confessions Natasha Romanoff x Reader (nsfw)
Falling back into us Natasha Romanoff x Reader ❆ +nsfw
✩ = mental health, ✾ = angst, ❆ = fluff
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Desperate Bunny
Note- Did not proofread. I think I called Nat daddy once but Wanda is daddy, Nat is mommy and Carol is captain.
Ship: Carol Danvers x Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x GN!Reader
Warnings: Smut, Degradation, small use of feminine pet names, aftercare, fluff. Reader has a uterus.
About: What happens when y/n is needy and tries to be slick about it? Wanda teaches them a lesson. Fluff and aftercare after!!
Wanda smiled as her fingers brushed along y/n's face. "Awe, is our dumb little puppy needy?" The redhead cooed. Y/n whimpered in response. Carol and Nat huffed. "Of course they are, look how they're just rutting themself on my boot. So pathetic" Carol growled. Y/n desperately rode Carol's once shiny boots, now covered in her sticky wetness. "They're definitely cleaning this later" Carol mumbled to Nat. Carol lifted her boot, causing it to hit y/n's clit. They gasp softly and plead. "Please Carol, please. I need it, please captain-" they spew out. Carol smirks "Captain?" Y/n began to blush in embarrassment, their face turnt tomato red. "Awe our dumb little slut gets flustered so easily" Wanda murmured. "Stupid mutt doesn't even know what they're begging for." Nat hissed.
Y/n continued chasing their high, attempting to get off before anyone could notice. Unfortunately, their act was not subtle and was put to a stop immediately "The dumb whore thinks they can do whatever they please, get off whenever they want. They don't know their body belongs to us and we're the only ones that can bring it pleasure." Nat growled.
Wanda snaked her arms around y/n, lifting up, to her level. "Ladies I think we need to teach our puppy a lesson." Wanda purred, caressing y/n's body. Her arms light as a feather, enough to leave y/n squirming in their place. "Oh yeah? What did you have in mind, baby?" Carol inquired. Pressing a soft kiss against Wanda's lips. Wanda pulled away, and glanced towards Nat, motioning for her to get closer. "I think..." Wanda whispered, dragging the two closer, all y/n could hear were a bunch of hushed voices, they whined, not liking being excluded. "it's okay detka" one of the woman's voices said in a comforting tone. Nat left the room, y/n looked at Wanda confused, scrambling their brain to figure out what the three were planning.
Nat returned with rope and a vibrator in her hands, Carol began to move y/n to the bed. Nat started to tie up y/n and moved closer to their eye. Whispering "if you need to stop at anytime, you can call your safewords. Remind me what they are, my love?" Nat asked, her words tickling against y/n's ear. Y/n, stuck in their thoughts, neglects to hear Nat. "Honey?" Nat pulled away, looked at y/n concerned. This caught y/n's attention, "yes mommy?" Y/n squeaked. "Angel, I asked to hear your safewords." Nat said. "Red if I want to stop completely, Yellow to slow down and green means I'm okay." Y/n spoke. "You're doing great baby, if you need to stop then call red, detka." Nat praised.
Once Nat finished tying up y/n, Wanda turned on the vibrator that was between their legs all the way up. Y/n jerked immediately, squirming and moving all over the bed. "So responsive, so sensitive" Carol noticed. "What's the matter baby, thought you wanted more? Didn't you wanna cum, puppy?" Wanda pouted with fake sympathy and teasing y/n. They nodded in response, "p-please daddy, please- can i cum- gonna cum.." they exclaimed. "Oh..don't worry little one, your daddy decided that since you want to get off so badly, you can cum as much as you want baby." Nat smirked.
A few orgasms later, y/n was realizing what Wanda's true plan was. To make them cum as until they're begging her to stop. Until it's too much. "Have you had enough yet, puppy?" Wanda cooed, going over to y/n and admiring the tears dripping down their face. "So wet, is that for us detka?" Carol mumbled, her hands running all around y/n's soft body. "Of course it is, the whore loves this." Nat purred, latching onto y/n's nipple. Biting it softly and tugging on it. Her tongue circled their breast, coating it in saliva. Nat moved away and flicked the bud with her finger. Y/n groaned softly, arching they back and moving towards their daddy's touch. Nat smirked in response, noticing y/n's little show.
"Did you learn your lesson puppy?" Wanda spoke, moving the vibrator and putting it directly on their clit. Y/n squealed "Daddy, too much!!" They exhaled in a shakily breathe. Wanda continued, for one final orgasm. They felt that rush come over them and whined they still felt the vibrator on them. Wanda let them ride out their high, then turned off the vibrator.
Y/n laid spaced out, sprawled all over the bed. "God look at our little slut." Carol admired. "So pretty, only we can make you this way. Isn't that right baby?" Wanda cooed, not expecting a response as you were entering subspace. Nat began to loosen y/n and left little kisses on her wrists and legs that were previously tied up. Carol went to get water and lotion for their wrists, Wanda put the toys away, to be cleaned up at a later time.
A cold washcloth touched y/n's skin, they whimpered and tried to move away from the cold piece of cloth. "Shh.. it's okay detka. You did so good my love. Let mommy clean you up, hm? No more playing, all done." Wanda whispered, looking at y/n. Admiring the mess they made out of their angel, before cleaning them up. The cloth dragged through y/n's folds, they continued to whine but no longer protested and allowed Wanda to clean them up.
Carol walked in with the water and lotion. She joined y/n on the bed, pulling them into her lap after putting the lotion on them. She held the opened bottle to their mouth "Drink, baby." She murmured. Y/n took large sips. "'M so proud of you my love, ya know that?" Carol praised.
The three woman cuddled y/n. Y/n was in the middle of Wanda and Nat, their head pressed against Wanda's chest, legs intertwined with the redheads' legs. Hands drawing shapes on Wanda's unclothed stomach. Wanda smirked. Carol held Nat, and the four fell asleep.
"Still feeling floaty babes?" Carol spoke in nothing louder than a whisper. Y/n hummed in response, looking around. The bed felt lighter, Wanda and Nat were nowhere to be found. "They went to food babes." Carol spoke, noticing the way y/n was searching the room, scanning their eyes for the pair that were gone. "Wanna watch a movie in the living room, baby?" Y/n nodded against Carol's chest. As Carol stood up, she nodded y/n still laying in the bed. "Cmon babes, get up." Carol spoke. Y/n whined and did grabby hands, reaching for Carol. "Oh? Want me to carry you, bunny?" Carol questioned. Y/n nodded. Carol bent down and lifted y/n, they wrapped their legs around Carol, laying their head on Carol's head. They signed in contempt. "Oh is this more comfortable, bunny?" Carol smirked, carrying them to the living room. Carol put them down on the couch, they whined in response, from the loss of touch. "I'll be right there detka, let me just grab the remote" Carol promised, seeing y/n's distress.
"Want popcorn babes?" Carol spoke, turning on the television. Y/n shook their head and whined, they just wanted Carol. The captain laughed in response and joined them on the cough. "My clingy baby, so cuddly. Like a koala." Carol teased. Y/n hid their face in embarrassment. "Hey, hey. No need to be shy, bunny. Let me see your pretty face. Hm?" Carol cooed, removing y/n's hands from their face. "Ah! There you are, my gorgeous little bunny. What to you wanna watch baby?" Carol asked, scrolling though the list of movies. When scrolling, y/n's favorite movie comes up. Immediately, they point at the screen "Tangled!!" They exclaimed. Carol laughed at this "Oh, so you can speak now? Hmm.. are you pointing at Tom and Jerry? I can't quite tell what you're pointing at. Can you repeat that, bunny? Carol teased, wanting to hear more of their voice. "I said-" They were cut off, being attacked with tickles by Carol. They squealed. "Carol!!", squirming, breathlessly.
Wanda and Nat walked into the house with a brown baggie filled with Chinese takeout. The redhead met the eyes of the green eyed spy and smiled when they heard the voice of y/n laughing. Wanda dropped the baggie on the counter and they went to investigate. They were greeted with the sight of Carol on top of y/n, trapping them beneath her and tickling them. "So this is what you did while we were gone?" Nat teased Carol. "Hey, what could I say? They are just so tickleable!" Carol exclaimed. Wanda sat next to them on the couch "Tickleable? Huh.. Don't think that's a word detka." Wanda spoke, leaving a kiss on the captain's forehead and latching onto y/n's hand. "Hm, how is our bunny doing? You still light or out for subspace, honey?" Nat asked, sitting next to the others. Carol got off of y/n. Giving them some space to answer. "I'm here, I'm back. Still feel a little light though, more cuddly though." Y/n spoke, as their tummy growled. Suddenly, they noticed the smell of low mein and shrimp wontons. "Mm that smells so good.. you got my favorite!" Y/n spoke, happily. "Mhm, only the best for our bunny." Wanda hummed, leading them to the kitchen. The movie long forgotten about.
A/N: If you liked the fic then heart, reblog and comment!! This is not apart of my series inspired by song titles au.
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Bad girl
Parings: Wandanat x Female Avenger
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Fingering, Edging, Bonadge, Orgasm denial, Oral, Nipple play, Mean Wanda, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDERAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Summary: Wanda and Natasha need to give their neglected baby some attention
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You could feel the two sets of emerald eyes throwing daggers at you as you talked to their younger siblings. Your plan was working a little better than you had intended and you were just hoping they’d break soon. The plan was simple, flirt with pietro and yelena, get Wanda and Nat to give you attention like you’ve been wanting all week.
Your girlfriends had promptly been ignoring you for over a week now and it was killing you. Honestly you had no idea why they were being so cold towards you. So you did what you did best…scheme. And by the looks that both redheads were giving you it was definitely working.
The three of you were downing shots at the bar in between sharing your most embarrassing mission stories.
“No i swear i almost died that mission” You laugh at your own stupidity from your last mission as you down another shot. Pietro went on about how Clint “accidentally” shot him with an arrow during training and you lost it. You slyly put your hand on the blondes shoulder making his twin fume.
“I think you’ve had enough malysh” A thick sokovian accent flooded your ears as her hands came around your waist. Her hands squeezed your hips making you squeak a little as you turned to look at her.
“But im having fun” You try to protest earning a disappointed sigh from the redhead.
“I said you’ve had enough” She repeated herself lowly in your ear causing you to shiver. “Natty is already in the room waiting for us” Wanda took your hand and pulled you away from Yelena and Pietro despite your protests. Her cool rings her digging into the flesh of your arm causing you to struggle in her grasp.
“Heyyyyy!” You pout as she takes you away from your friends.
“Bad girls dont get to have fun” She pushed you into the room where Natasha was waiting on the bed. You opened your mouth to say something but she pushed you onto the bed before you could.
“Anything to say for yourself?” The russian asked kneeling behind you. Your senses were all kinds of fucked as you were surrounded by the two women.
The air in the room was thick with tension as you felt Natashas hands come underneath your shirt rubbing small circles on your stomach. Both of the women raised an eyebrow waiting for your response but you couldn’t find one that wouldn’t make them mad.
“I-I just wanted your attention” The words fly out of your mouth before you could stop them. “You two have been so distant and cold towards me lately” Both women look at each other as you speak and they truly felt bad for abandoning their princess.
“So instead of coming to us about it you decided to flirt with our siblings?” Wanda seethed feeling her guilt melt away and her anger take over.
You simply nod your head at her question feeling all kinds of stupid at your antics. You knew your girlfriends loved you and were probably just having a difficult time lately but you still missed them.
“You could’ve just asked detka” The russian husked in your ear kissing it softly. “But since you wanted to be a slut we now have to treat you like one” Her hands found their way to the hem on your panties making you shiver.
“I-I’m sorry daddy” You groan feeling her hand pull away from your core. “I’ll be a good girl” Natasha chuckled in your ear moving from behind you to lay you flat on the bed.
“Oh we know you will detka” She said softly giving you a sweet kiss before they ruin you. Wanda flicks her wrist and youre left naked on the bed. Both women kneel on either side of you slowly rubbing your soft skin making you burn with desire.
“Here’s how this is gonna go” Wandas voice broke you out of your thoughts. “We are going to play with you and you only get to cum when we say so and if you cum before we allow you to then you will be punished more than you already are okay?” She says gripping your chin.
“Yes mommy i understand” Wanda smiles at your submission and then uses her magic to tie your hands to the bed frame. The red tendrils buzzed against your skin and made you smile.
Wanda made her way down to your wet pussy and stopped right before she got to your clit. Your hips bucked against her hand when you felt her cool hands come into contact with your heated skin. She slowly licked a stripe against your pussy making you moan but ultimately she left you wanting more. She flicked her wrist again and started drawing circles against your clit.
“Oh fuck mommy” You mewl feeling the buzzing on your most sensitive area. Wanda smiled softly and you and gave Natasha a look that sealed your fate for the night. You felt the older woman move behind you and rest your body against her chest. Her slim fingers made their way down to your nipples and started tugging on them.
“Yes yes yes” You chanted relishing in the touch of your lovers. You felt the coil in your stomach about to burst at their touch. But it was soon cut off when Natasha stopped touching you and Wandas magic ceased on your clit.
“Did you really think we’d let you cum that easily? Bad girls dont get to have fun” Wanda repeated her words from earlier coming back up so your faces are inches apart.
“B-But mommy” You whine trying to pull her closer and she responded by smacking your mouth.
“Do not talk back” She reprimanded with a harsh tone making you sink back into Natashas hold.
“Oh come on dont be so mean to her Wands. Our little baby just wanted our attention” Natasha cooed rubbing your cheek softly to soothe the sting.
“Stop being so soft of the little slut Natalia” Wanda sneered giving the russian her signature death glare.
“No, she’s just our dumb little baby who didn’t know any better” The russian played with your hair making Wanda roll her yes.
“She’s still getting punished for being a slut” The younger of the two women flicked her wrist again and the your clit started buzzing again.
“Oh fuck” You throw your head back onto Natasha in pleasure. One of Natashas hand found home around your throat applying just the right amount of pleasure.
The coil in your stomach was about to snap again feeling Wandas magic on your clit. Wanda stopped the magic once more making you whine in protest.
“Please mommy please let me cum” You begged the witch making her shake her head.
“Now what’s the fun in that when you get so worked up by me not?” She asked and Natasha just shook her head at the younger woman. You felt a shifting behind you and then Natasha was the one between your legs.
Wanda shot the spy a look that read ‘what are you doing?’. Natasha simply shook her head and parted your thighs.
“Well if you aren’t going to fuck her then i will” She simply said shrugging her shoulders and started eating your pussy. Wanda groaned at her girlfriend and slightly outed that her fun was over. She always knew the spy had a soft spot for you and Wanda did too expect for when you fuck up.
“Always so soft on her” Her words sent a chill down your spine making you look up on her.
“That doesn’t mean you have to be” Your words made her tilt her head and raise an eyebrow at you. “I-I like it when youre rough with me mommy” You say trying to pull on the magical restraints but failing.
Wanda just smiled and wrapped her hand around your throat and her mouth came into contact with your nipple. “Yes mommy-fuck-“ You moan when you feel Wanda biting and tugging on your nipple.
“So sweet detka” Natasha praised sticking two fingers in you hitting your g-spot. You threw your head back feeling overwhelmed by the pleasure you’re enduring.
“Hurry up and make her cum” Wanda hurried Natasha as she stared at the spy making her speed up her actions.
“R-Right there-oh fuck- yes daddy yes!” The moan ripped itself from your throat and the coil in your stomach snapped as Natasha hit your g-spot just right.
“Good girl” She praised bringing you into a heated kiss. The two of you moaned as you tasted yourself on her lips. Wanda was quick to pull you two apart and settled herself in between your thighs again.
The witch wasted no time in shoving three fingers in you making you scream at the burn. She kept her eyes on you the whole time as Natasha started leaving marks on your chest and neck.
“Oh fuck mommy please can i cum?” You asked feeling your second orgasm build up. Wanda smirks and then rips her fingers out of you causing you so cry out.
“P-Please mommy” You beg pulling on your restraints. Wanda clutches your face in her hand again forcing you to look at her.
“Who do you belong to?” She asked giving you another smack on the cheek.
“You and Daddy i-i belong to you and Daddy” You responded to her question quickly which made her smile.
“You better start acting like it” She said and you nodded obediently as she made her way back down to your pussy. Natasha was still leaving marks on your neck when Wanda shoved her fingers back into you.
“Cum you little slut” Wanda urged fucking into you at a hard and rough pace. The coil in your stomach was building up at every stroke of your g-spot.
“R-Right there mommy fuck!” You screamed feeling your orgasm rip through you. Wanda continued to finger you not caring that you were pleading her to stop. Her fingers worked relentlessly against your core. It all became too much Natashas mouth of your nipple while Wanda fucked you hard had you reeling.
“Too much Mommy s-stop please!” Your attempt at pushing Wanda out with just your thighs failed you when she used her magic again to tie your thighs together.
“Fight me again and you wont get to cum for weeks” She muttered against your clit while her fingers were still in you.
At a certain point you lost how many orgasms your girlfriends had pulled out of you alternating between who fucked you. But after what felt like hours they finally stopped.
“I’m sorry for being a bad girl” You said in the midst of a fucked out haze. Both women laid next to you and Wanda tilted your chin to look at her.
“We’re sorry for ignoring you malysh. We’ll do better.. Just dont pull that again little one” She gave you a sweet kiss and then rubbed your cheek softly.
“We love you detka” Natasha whispered in your ear as her arms snaked around your waist.
“I love you guys too” You said with a dopey smile on your face. The three of you fell into a comfortable silence just enjoying the soft kisses and touches they gave you. That night they promised you no matter what that they’d never neglect their baby ever again.
~The end~
A/n: Sorry i kinda rushed this one i wanted to make sure i posted this one tonight since i have a few more kinktober fics coming out and i dont wanna keep not posting for days at a time!
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the heart doesn’t rest
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x F!Reader
Summary: Fleeing to Norway was the dream that was only made better when lovers were together. Plus, the advantages of living in isolation provided unlimited freedom.
Warning: (18+) fluff, smut, bottom!r, somnophilia, voyeurism, cunninglingus, exhibitionism, fingering, power dynamics, filth | 5k words
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Life is an atrocious comedy. It bounded those living on earth into a monotone life, abiding to the rules and regulation spat upon their feeble body with the absolute necessity to survive. The comparison between one individual is vast, some gifted freedom while some barred in silver shackles. A life like that, stipulated different meaning on existing, and for you, the relentless taunt that came while living as you; a hero, a villain, a fugitive, whatever that smeared your name to their recent beliefs.
Their names were equally cursed among the same anticipating their rescue for when tragedy strikes. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the intelligent spy and the powerful witch. But the most, your girlfriends, your lovers, the ones you wish to marry—when life wouldn’t exist like a plague for anyone of you.
However, living off-grid had proven no victory to either you or them.
“I hate this,” was said loudly, as your body habitually leaned into her sturdy body. “It’s not fair. We could’ve— we should had been together, right now and always. Not rotting in different ends of the world,” you exclaimed, pressing your body further into hers with hopes of pacifying your throbbing heart.
Natasha’s hand spread on the space of your back, rubbing soothing circles to offer some sort of comfort to your fretting. The customary gloom appeared throughout the days apart from your lover, but Natasha stayed strong for you, and for Wanda.
“Malyshka, this is for our safety. Didn’t you like Norway?” she inquired, tilting your head to meet her eyes. Those verdant eyes, gleams flawlessly beneath amber light, and she stares into yours with utmost love and trust. “You wanted to come here when everything is over.”
It was true. Norway was a dream manifested into reality. You had murmured to them one night—when nude bodies laid on bed, limps tangled and at ease, where slick and sweat coats your skin and theirs, and the scent of arousal lingers for hours after—that you wished to live in the coldest parts of Norway.
Wanda had laughed. Teasing remarks fell from her mouth. You had troubles handling your body’s temperature, despite being born a witch. Utilising too much of your power would embark your body in waves of heat or unbearably coldness. The latter was more common.
Natasha queried for reasons why you had chosen that specific location. It stirred some kind of seriousness in the air as you confessed;
“I want to live in isolation. Maybe, we can have a farm, so we won’t need to depend on other’s produce…and we won’t be under their radars. I just want— I need the freedom to hold both of your hands, and kiss your mouth…without them watching,” you revealed, voice soft and laced with a hint of insecurity from confessing something so precious to your heart, of your dreams with them.
They didn’t discard your dreams or teased your vulnerable confession.
Instead, Wanda had enclosed her hand over yours which laid comfortably above your stomach, and Natasha followed the same course. Both grasping your hands warmly. The jovial look on their face, same hearts that that endured the worst and still flourished with such love. One day, they had promised, kissing you wholly and holding you close.
Then, Natasha brought you here. A safehouse in Norway. Just you and her. Finally—it spoke in such a bitter tone. The atmosphere which breathes of tranquility and away from chaos of large building, doesn’t alter your absolute dejection. Isolation was great, you once thought, before realising the special state of isolation was meant for three together, and not when apart.
“I do, you know I do,” you spoke softly, and pressed your head on her chest. The beating of her heart, reminded you of life, and that was enough till life changes for the better.
Natasha doesn’t force the non-verbal confession from leaving your sad mouth or force your gloom state into one that shone brighter than the sun. It aches her heart to know how you felt, while knowing that Wanda was suffering the same in another part of Europe.
After the horrific escape of a witch, as they so fearfully claimed, Wanda was transported immediately on the opposite direction of her lovers. Vision had accompanied her for further protection. It was ensured that different locations will promise the safety of everyone.
Edinburgh wasn’t anything like Norway, neither provided the safety of three lovers together.
It wasn’t fair, you had argued, shoving and spitting in the face of those imposing such ruthless verdict on lives that weren’t theirs. Natasha had stayed on their side. It was the best decision, she persuasively told you with her hand cupping your damped cheeks.
Betrayal dripped at your tongue for what your lovers failed to brawl over. Till you comprehended that it was more risking for everyone to stay together than it was to split their locations far apart from the other.
But the heart doesn’t rest. It yearns for lovers to unite, and not be left incomplete, just aching for the other to return home.
“I miss Wanda too,” Natasha confessed woefully. She felt the tug of your hand over hers, drawing her attention to your bleary eyes.
“What if,” you paused, conjuring the violet glow in your palm, and it effortlessly flushed through her hand in your grasp. “I bring her here and—”
“You can’t,” Natasha interrupted your whirling ideas, and witness the gleam of violet in your eyes intensifies, before fading to reveal the usual tint of your eyes. But it’s sadder, the most gloom she had ever seen you. “It’s not possible. It can hurt her, hurt you, and I can’t have that, ever,” she spoke with finality, not furthering your attempts as you dejectedly accepted her words.
Maybe, if life wasn’t a cruel fest for those yearning to proclaim lives that aren’t theirs—you would happily live together with them, you would wake in the morning in the comfort of their embrace, you would love them till the end, and love would bloom so beautifully together.
December would have been prospering in colourful decorations, music involving the wintry holiday, and January would had carried forward with that. When wishes would be made for gifts and more, you wouldn’t wish for anything else, as they were enough for your pulsing heart.
“Is Wanda okay?” you questioned, “Vision’s staying out of her way?”
Natasha’s soft chuckles lifts the solemn mood. “Vision is minding his own business. Don’t worry, he wouldn’t dare mess with our witch.”
You huffed, hot breath fanning the extend of her neck. “He better, or I’ll cut him into pieces.”
While the threat was uttered in sheer jealousy with a hint of playfulness, it wasn’t far from the wicked truth. Natasha noticed the sparks of violet in your eyes, it resurfaced at unwarranted moments which exposed your intentions to her and the honesty of your words. Handling two witches became her expertise at this stage.
“Okay, hot stuff,” Natasha teased, her thumb and forefinger grasps your chin, tilting your head upwards, and pressing a haste kiss on your pouting lips. “No more talking. Time to watch James Bond, it’s my favourite.”
You simply nodded, following after with a question, “Will you repeat every dialogue?”
Natasha doesn’t answer. Instead, she resumed the movie playing on her laptop. When a character spoke, her soft voice followed them. It flutters your heart, fueling warmth to witness her so unrestricted.
And there, where your body bask in her warmth, where your heart aches with hers, where love doesn’t fade but flourishes.
Natasha offers you comfort in ways you loved; her warm embrace, her wordless kisses on your skin, her jokes that made you laugh, her tender effort of ensuring you ate by feeding you, and her body close to yours.
It doesn’t offend her that you had refused her physical advances. But she vowed to ensure everything went accordingly to your preferences.
If you wanted silence, she offered it. If you preferred dotting down each reason for your hatred, she listened. If you claimed the holidays as a marketing scheme, she agreed while retaining herself from laughing at the childlike expression on your face. If you pulled her outside the old trailer with the declaration of making a wish, she undoubtedly followed your words.
One phrase that left mouths longing for their lover; I wish…Wanda was back home.
The vacant space between two, remained there, taunting hearts with agony.
But love—the one that pulses in your heart and hers, it stimulates the hope for soon. That a wish may come true as fairy tales proclaimed. That love shared between three would soon reunite, and what forces dare divide them, would cease to exist.
In the depth of an isolated forest, miles away from open road or any sort of human contact, an old trailer was parked and hidden from peering eyes. Almost appearing deserted by its tattered state, and dull colour. The residence in this part of town, minded their business which faultlessly kept the identities of hidden fugitives safe, and the promise of sheer remoteness.
What noises that may resonates in an old trailer or around, wouldn’t draw attention. It’s a space of utter isolation.
Thus, the sudden noise of an aircraft or the sounds of bodies clashing after weeks apart, made no difference to your deep slumber state and the non-existing folks around.
That morning was different, though, you felt the peace that engulf your mind in your deep slumber. Sleep hasn’t come easy since you had moved here with Natasha. The habit of sleeping between your lovers had made your body uneasy without them together, and the sentiments were mutual.
At that hour, your serene sleep had failed to comprehend anything pass reality. You felt the touch, something cold, something hot, something that tickles your skin with waves of familiarity. It does nothing, but draw an almost inaudible groan from your mouth as you resumed sleeping.
“Malyshka,” a syrupy voice whispered, slipping into your mind as though, a pleasant dream. Crimson hue sparks on your skin at her tender touch. It produces red wisps through the side of your head, each stroke reaching to the depth of your mind.
You found her there. Wanda. The softest emerald eyes glowing beneath the sun’s gleam, her eyebrows furrowed as she laughs at something and your heart flutters, but still incomplete. Till, you felt pairs of hands on your shoulder and turn to meet those eyes, an ocean shifting from the nature’s green to the deep blue. Natasha smiles at you, wrapping her arms around your body while Wanda embrace you from behind.
However, your dreaming state and deep slumber, doesn’t wake you for the reality that blessed your form. That she was there, they were truly there, together, admiring your body sprawled on the bed.
Wanda was sat crossed legs by your side, as though, admiring an exclusive relic, while opposite her was a mischief looking Natasha. “Go on,” the latter persuaded. “She’s really sleepy,” Natasha added, before grasping the warm hand of her lover. She guides famished hand to where your legs were spread apart, and the heat the emits as their hands neared your core.
“Oh,” Wanda’s mouth fell gape, her pupils dilated in sheer lust and tease of crimson that gleams in her eyes. Her hand greedily cups your heat, speckles of red flutters around. “You’re such a good girl,” she purred, finger drawing a line through your clothed slit and you whimpered in response.
Natasha marvelled at the sight. It made the experience more thrilling as her hand trails to your clothed breast. She kneads your supple breast, and the lack of bra made obvious of your erected nipple.
“Please,” you mumbled in your sleep. The twitches on your face made them laugh. Your hands enclosed around nothing, while your legs trembles at Wanda’s teasing touch.
Then, a loud smack echoes in the small room. Wanda’s hand met your core with a rough slap, inciting amused chuckles from Natasha. The quirks of your lips, almost pleading for them, and the lust that continues to flourish in your slumber.
And in your mind, still deep in oblivion, you seek refuge of them in your fantasy.
It made them happy to know love that thrives, despite far apart or when unconsciousness engulfs warm bodies.
Those nights which haunt your attempt of sleep, ceased to exist at that hour as florid dreams resonates.
You felt something more, a teasing touch of her lips on your skin, the hand of a witch and the touch of a spy. Wanda’s hand grasping yours, and Natasha holding your jaw firmly as she presses an eager kiss on your mouth.
The stickiness made known between your lower region, urge for your legs to rub together for some friction to appease your throbbing core. Your hand awkwardly travels a path down, and you watch them gawk at you, in your brilliant dream.
Unbeknownst to your slumber state, what you dreamed at that hour, mirrored your action in reality. Your hand had slipped into your pajama pants. Wanda’s hand long strayed from that space, opting to watch you instead. Natasha doesn’t touch you either, both craving to witness the erotic scene. Your fingers messily fondled with your clit. The muddled friction caused immense pleasure in your sleep.
Natasha clicks her tongue and shakes her head at your pathetic state. “Like you haven’t been masturbating in the shower since we came here,” she scolded, and forcefully attempts to remove your hand, but the gleam of red hindered her action.
“Let her,” Wanda uttered, lust filled eyes were enchanted by your sleepy moans, and the dire efforts for bringing yourself to climax.
They remained seated on each side of your body, Natasha to your left, and Wanda to your right. Temptation is heavy, a taunting voice urging for mouths to meet, for hands to touch, for slick to coat skins and mouth. It’s so burdensome that when two pairs of eyes glance away from watching you masturbate in your slumber state, a spy and a witch exchanged a wordless understanding that curls their lips.
Wanda doesn’t break their penetrating gaze as she grasps Natasha’s hand and tugs the sturdy hand of her lover to her face. Instantly, her mouth enclosed around two dominant fingers. Velvety tongue laps around Natasha’s fingers, coating her digits with saliva. It drew a moan from a witch, where the magic that streams through her blood, pulsates around three in pure ecstasy.
With the quick wave of her hands—clothes that cladded warm bodies, vanished into thin air.
The cold weather of Norway made them tremble, your mouth quipped with a groan. But warmth would soon embrace nude bodies, they promised.
Natasha made a noise of appreciation and amusement. Her nude lovers were before her round eyes, scorching in lust for days to come, for the nights that would not grant them sleep as bodies finally meet.
“Hmm, you’re so incompetent, aren’t you?” Natasha mocked, prodding her fingers further into Wanda’s mouth as her left hand found yours, still foolishly stimulating your clit. She was determined to aid you, knowing you were hopeless without their touch.
Her hand pressed over yours, each finger lining over the other as she controlled them over your cunt. Still in sleep and relishing your sensual dream, your hips bucked in response to her guidance. It felt real in your blurry mind.
A sole finger was thrust into your tight hole, each stroke produced slowly. You whined in your sleep, still craving for something that wouldn’t leave you at the brink of orgasm, but enough to reach climax.
The mere sight of her lovers so beautiful, so helpless, so feeble under her control. Natasha offers her gratitude to whoever allowed paths to crossed. For her to meet you and together, meet Wanda. Forever, drips from her sinful tongue so sweetly and honestly—to love, to protect, to pleasure.
Natasha doesn’t fitter away from admiring your glistering cunt, entirely clear for her ravenous eyes. She was unable to avert her gaze as her hand moves over yours.
As always, Natasha declared while scrutinising your efforts.
Your hands were useless at pleasuring yourself, if not for her guidance and some unexpected moments, under Wanda’s guidance. Her hand itched to grasps your supple breast, to pinch your nipples and taste you wholly in her mouth, to hear the helpless pleads fell from your mouth.
A blabbering mess—similar to Wanda, who gags at the sudden thrust of Natasha’s hand. But she doesn’t stop, her tongue continues to suck and nibble on her lover’s digits till she was pleased. Natasha tucks her bottom lips between her teeth, lust filled eyes glued on Wanda’s breast that bounces at the subtle movement to wake pleasure between her thighs.
It's pitiful, she conveyed to the witch’s mind and heard Wanda’s breath hitch. Her gaze travel downward, Wanda’s unshaven cunt doesn’t hide the wetness that gleams under faux light or the way her core was perceptible while crossed legs, exposing her arousal for her lover’s eyes. Natasha’s mouth waters at the sight.
“Good girl,” Natasha’s fingers curls in Wanda’s mouth, before pulling them out with a pop. A line of drool glides the corner of Wanda’s mouth.
Her darken eyes, an endless abyss of dusky viridescent—admires her lovers. Two witches, so powerful and so hopeless under her control. She clenched around nothing and slowly spread her legs apart, enough for her saliva coated fingers to slip between.
Wanda’s eyes widened as her round eyes unashamedly watch the fingers she sucked, disappeared in an auburn bush, the shade few notch darker than lover’s head of hair. She shifted slightly, inspecting the way Natasha thrust her own fingers into her hole, and thumb rubbing her clit chaotically. Wanda averted her gaze grudgingly when she heard your mouth released a loud moan, then stared at the double penetration of Natasha’s hand over yours. The spy’s skilled fingers curls on both ends, for you, and for her own pleasure.
It wakes a deprivation inside her body and a pleading desire which Natasha answered, “Show me.”
Show me how wet you are—repeats in her mind as her trembling hand fell over her cunt with a smack, then again. Wanda immerses herself in the sting which made her cunt throb for more. Whispers of praises aids her into slipping her two fingers between her folds, the tips of her fingers teasing her tight hole. Her eyes shut closed with the murmurs of a dream which you presumed was just that.
Moans bounced off the old walls while sloshing sounds propelled them into thrusting deeper into their cunt, the feeling almost foreign to them, and altogether with you. While wrist ached for what seemed like hours of glorious pleasure, you haven’t dare hindered your action or wake from your induced sleep.
“Are you close?” Natasha moaned, her fingers rubbing intensely on her clit. “Fuck, come for me,” she ushered, eyes trained on Wanda as she increased her pace.
Wanda felt the tight knot formed, seconds way from utmost orgasm. She gazed into the soften eyes of her lover, those sweet praises seeps into her mind as she slowly comes undone. Her motion slacks, body hunched at the tingling sensation that erupts, and a hazy smile took place on her face. Sweat trickles down her skin from the heat of bodies finally achieving their rightful indulgence.
Natasha, on the other end, hasn’t reach her wanting climax. She removes her fingers with a whimper, extending her hand to where Wanda’s mouth readily accepts those fingers drenched in arousal. Wanda moves her mouth, forward and back, downing the entirety of her lover’s juice.
Without a warning, Natasha pulled her fingers out of Wanda’s mouth and slammed them back into her tight hole. The warmth mix with wetness bridge her pleasure as her walls enclosed around her fingers. Her continuous thrust becomes sloppy. The uncontrollably moans falling from your mouth draw their attention to you.
Your stomach felt heavy, like you were seconds away from exploding in sheer ecstasy. It doesn’t dither your teasing touch, as your dream slowly fades and your eyes flutters open.
“Malyshka?” Wanda whispered in awed.
It seemed alluring—as your hand moved faster, even quicker than Natasha’s aided stimulation. You observed her skin glistering with sweat, pupils dilated with clear present of lust then you noticed Natasha’s hand over yours, and her facial expression matched with your other lover.
Natasha removes her fingers out of her clamping hole, and takes a deep breath at the empty feeling inside her. “This was—” and she halted the words that left her mouth, in response of seeing your puzzled expression. “Oh, poor baby,” she purred, slowly leaning lower to meet your face and pressing a haste kiss on your lips.
Her slick coated fingers jammed into your mouth seconds after, as you sucked on her, eyes shutting close at the taste that sweep your tastebuds. Wanda follows her lover’s advance and laid by your side with her head perched on her palm.
You felt their breast pressed on your skin, the bumps at every thrust, skin layered with sweat, and the smell—your moaned at that. It felt like a dream come true, the best way to wake, the best way to stay with them.
“You’re taking me so good,” Natasha praised, then meeting the equally enthralled eyes of Wanda. “I think she can take more,” she said, or more so, command.
Wanda doesn’t refuse her lover’s indication as her fingers teased her cunt, collecting her wetness in turn of pressing them to your mouth. Their digits were ramped into your mouth, curling and smiling as you gagged.
Reality seeps into your mind from their touch, from the praises that neared your edge as you come undone. Your mouth doesn’t stop its ministration on their fingers till they pulled their fingers out, and allowed you the chance to breathe and speak in blurred words.
“How,” you gasped, chest heaving as your breast budges at that notion. Natasha cups one breast with her hand, and palm your erected nipples before pinching them between her wet fingers.
Natasha’s fixation on your breasts, the manner she massages your breast then wrapping her mouth around your nipple, which action drew a hefty moan from your mouth���doesn’t offer your needed answer. Only pleasure made your mind blank from what you had sought from them.
“I missed you,” Wanda professed, and firmly kisses your moist lips. “I had to see you. Natasha said you’ve been sad. Is that true?”
You vaguely nodded your head. The mist of your dreams, your reality, and your sheer bliss state, doesn’t offer more.
“Awe, our baby’s so senseless,” Natasha mocked, her mouth leaves a line of saliva as she moves to your neglected breast. Your breath hitched at that, hand immediately falling on her head and urging her to suck on your nipple.
Wanda giggles with a look of content for finally having her lovers together, and misery would cease to exist. Her head softly rest on your collarbone, allowing the best view of Natasha relishing the feel of your breast in her mouth, and her own hand trails down your abdomen.
It doesn’t—it wouldn’t stop, and you happily bestowed your body to their starved touch to compensate for days apart.
And for once, after a long while, your heart found peace. When yearning was met with the smiles on their face, and concealed with every kiss. When home is found again.
A snowstorm had accumulated few feet of snow outside. Warnings were transmitted beforehand, though, it wasn’t something feared among heroes known to fighting the most mysterious presences. Besides, heroes and villains alike were cleverly trained in such situations. Natasha’s years training provided a sense of relief for possible causes after, while Wanda’s crimson gleam with the combination of your violet glow, was powerful enough.
In other words, you were equipped with the best team.
The horrendous weather nor the target on your head and theirs, could interfere the reunions of lovers. Holidays promised together were cramped in an old trailer. Several gifts were scattered around with a playful game amid its discovery. It was orchestrated for each individual’s inner child, and for hearts to feel better than what was expected outside this little heaven.
A Christmas hat was adorned on your head for the sake of holiday spirit in the middle of January. The horribly tuned radio played familiar melodies, some known, and some unfamiliar.
It was chilly inside, with the few blows of warmth from the heater. The weather wasn’t blamed, when clothes had failed to reach your body or theirs. Since Wanda’s arrival, nudity was the proposed option. Neither wishing for any material to create a barrier what they deemed as a beautiful sight, and you happily agreed, just steaming with the thought of seeing them walking around in their bare skin.
The graze of nude skin while walking close in compact trailer, ignited a fire within, or when a wet patch was left on the faux leather seat that gawked at her. And Natasha expertly lifted you over the counter, spreading your thighs apart as she devoured you.
“Baby, you’re so wet,” Natasha would mumble into your heated core. “Always,” offered as a whisper, where Wanda gawked at your defenceless state.
In a day, you had spent several times in the same position that your brain failed to remember the count. Complains never fell from your mouth, even when Natasha guided Wanda to thrust her tongue into your sensitive cunt. The continuous ministration left your body buzzing, tired, and craving them in every way.
Everything felt perfect.
Better than living among others, and only snatching few hours or if you’re lucky, few minutes of time together. But this life, it granted freedom that wasn’t timed.
Time with them made you giddy throughout the day and night. If not your beaming smile, your throat would burn from pleading and your mouth wide open as they teased your body; insensitively twisting your nipples, prodding your tight holes but never allowing the pleasure of filling you, the faint licks over your heated core that made your hips buck into their face—to only have them draw back.
Greedy, that’s what they’d say.
As if you haven’t allowed them the authorization to do as they pleased to your body. But you played according to their demand for your own pleasure.
Even when you find yourself in the most compromised position.
The morning had woken differently. Sun gleaming through the window, rays of golden shone on Wanda’s face that roused her—and where she met the sight of Natasha’s fingers lazily circling her clit, and your head resting on her thigh. You had settled on admiring the way Wanda’s body reacted to your lover’s teasing touch.
“Let’s play in the snow,” Wanda had proposed, with a glint her eyes that could either mean the worse or the best. “Malyshka, don’t you wanna play in the snow?” she diverted her attention solely to you, and you tentatively answered with a nod.
After that—you found yourself alone, and completely nude, abiding to the rule made. Except for your boots cladded feet. Nevertheless, your figure was hidden by prominent trees around, and absolute isolation. Disapproval that fell from your mouth on attempting something potential risky was persuaded by cold hand palming your heat, and the warning after.
“You’re not a naughty, are you?” Natasha spoke lowly, easily leaving your cunt drenched. “Santa doesn’t like naughty girls,” she whirred, half expecting for your rebuttal.
“But Christmas is over…” you uttered, and winced when your nipples was pinched. “Fuck,” you cursed, noticing the thread of red circling your breasts.
Wanda pressed her nude front against your back, and the feel of her perky breast had rendered you speechless. You could feel the heat emitting from her lower region as her hips bucks froward—till the interruption was made to carry forward with their plan.
It started with a playful game of snowball which led to hide and seek. You counted the numbers till fifty before searching for your lovers. It was the little act of innocence that overlooks the horrendous memories. And the clear indication that their thoughts were laced with things much explicit.
However, you were left alone with the thoughts of them. You had easily recognised it as Wanda’s new tricks of depicting them in the most compromising position. Those visuals pulses in your mind, while you tried—
It wasn’t wrong, you had justified. They roused the thrilling sensation that flushed your skin. It was them who drove such compelling images into your mind. They were to blame for the slick coating your thighs, and the shivers of your legs when wind blew.
They, fell from your mouth as incomplete excuses when patience narrowed and your hand provoked to satisfy the throbbing ache. Your helpless moans were muffled with your hand. You could hear the wetness from your cunt, as the image of them coax your perverted intentions. The fear of being caught, barely crossed your mind.
That, you failed to perceive the sound of broken twigs or the gasped upon seeing your shameless act of masturbating in your lonesome.
Natasha’s hold on Wanda’s hand tightens. They perceived the scene as expected. Assumptions were made between them, one for you to find them and discover their surprise while the other on your inability to stray away from your sinful thoughts.
Together, your lovers had crafted the best surprise for missed holidays. A little game embarked between three, and where hiding would further lead you to those surprises. Natasha had doubted you would do so, not after Wanda’s idea of planting such images into your mind.
Thus, Natasha doesn’t sympathise when she aggressively shoved you back against the tree’s trunk. The coarse texture scratches your bare skin and you cringed at the feeling, before realising the consequences of your action would hurt far more.
“This isn’t hide and seek,” Natasha’s voice edge with irritation, while Wanda stood behind with enthusiasm. “We had a very special surprise for you, but…” she trailed, and a devilish smirk graced her face.
It evoked something between fear and lust for your mistreatment—and you were drenched at the idea.
Natasha pushed your hand away from tiresome ministration, and spread your legs apart. “You’re so naughty, aren’t you?” she pestered. “Since you want everyone to see you like this, then let’s put on a show.”
The sight was shameless if viewed from an outsider—your body trembling from the cold and aching for her, despite her kneeling position, she was still in full control.
Natasha pressed her tongue flat against your puffy cunt that throbbed in response. She doesn’t wait for your familiarity to ease as her finger slide pass your folds and into your entrance. Wanda unreservedly watches her lover fucked you mercilessly, and she found her own pleasure amplified.
You breathed heavily, any attempt of gaining control or holding her shoulder was hindered by wisps of red. Whimpers fell from your mouth and they made a sound too, the hum of approval and pride.
It was great, they’d mutually agreed. To have you in their own way, without limitation or fearing the worse of life.
Though, the punishments were better.
“Please…” you begged, speech left hanging helplessly as a loud smack on your thigh made you shut your mouth.
“Natty says no,” Wanda beamed, waving her hand as red wisps twirls around your breast and you felt the instant stimulation.
Natasha continued her ministration with her fingers and her mouth, the taste of your juice filled her with utmost joy and pleasure. Your body limped against the tree’s trunk, indifferent of the course texture that would leave your skin with a rash.
And you accepted that—the utter control they had over your body, the heat woken in your stomach for them, the pulses of undying need by their name.
Besides, the next hour would prove the best of all little memories expand into one.
You would find yourself bring carried in Natasha’s sturdy arms, your hand would shamelessly trace the clear-cut muscles on her body. Wanda would cling herself on Natasha, her hand accidentally touching your sensitive parts and—
You would find their surprise. The gifts of missed days and gifs for coming days. Decorations that would brighten the timeworn attire of an old trailer. They would watch you happily engulf in a world of three, and love would bloom so beautifully.
What may occur in the coming days or months were feeble thoughts, that couldn’t ruin the embrace of lovers.
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Requests
Do you take requests? : Yes, I read a lot of different blogs and honestly I get a little disappointed when requests are off but understandable. Me myself I will do requests for Short stories, series, drabbles, ect.
What kind of requests? : Smut, and Angst mainly, but I will expand to writing fluff if in a request, so do not worry.
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WandaNat
Angst: ꕥ | dark: ☾ | smut: ✮ | fluff: ❀
Nothing yet...
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I'm going to start a story soon with Wandanat x Kate x fem reader this coming summer so please give me some time🫠❤️
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