#carol danvers x reader

[screaminglygay]

third time is a charm, right? (part ten)

pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader, wanda maximoff x fem!reader, natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff, carol danvers x fem!reader (platonic), past carol danvers x natasha romanoff

summary: you and wanda force carol and natasha to have a "civil" conversation, which leads to some closure for all the sides.

warnings: swear words, natasha being jealous (but she´s working on it i promise), explicit content, power dynamics, teasing, bdsm, reader being tied to a bed, scissoring, smut overall, punishment, edging, overstimulation, natasha being slightly mean, dirty talk... phew that´s it i think?

word count: 10k

an: last part guys:( but i do have to say i put my heart and pussy into this one, so i hope its a nice way to end this:)

(italica = your thoughts)

Time passes, and things settle into something that feels real. Not just nights tangled up together, not just teasing touches or fleeting moments, but something steady, something solid, that few weeks ago seemed like a one big illusion. Dates here and there, stolen moments in their busy schedules, slow mornings with Wanda, pressing lazy kisses to your shoulder while Natasha grumbles about early meetings.

It’s different now. More than just physical. You belong here. You truly do.

That’s when they invite you to stay at their place for a while. A little vacation, as Wanda puts it, a chance to be with them without the constant interruptions of the outside world.

You hesitate at first. "But I have to go to work, I can´t just stay, you know?"

Wanda waves a hand. "Oh, well, we said you’re still recovering from your ankle."

You blink, processing her words. Then, you frown. "You did what?"

Wanda and Natasha exchange a look, and Natasha lifts a shoulder in a lazy shrug. "It made sense. You needed time off anyway."

You push back from the couch, standing as frustration bubbles up. "Don’t do that. Don’t speak for me like that, especially about my job." Your voice is firm, but there’s no real anger behind it. Just disappointment. "I get what you were trying to do, and I appreciate the thought, but that’s not okay. I can handle things myself."

For a moment, there's silence. Then Natasha sighs, raising her hands in mock surrender. "Noted."

Wanda presses her lips together, then gives you an apologetic smile. "You’re right, detka. We won’t do it again."

"Good." You exhale, shaking your head, but the tension eases.

Natasha watches you for a moment before smirking. "You know, I never thought I’d see the day where you scold us, but here we are."

You cross your arms, raising a brow. "I mean it."

Natasha’s smirk softens just slightly, and Wanda steps closer, brushing her fingers along your wrist in a small, reassuring touch. "And we hear you."

“But we already called, so…” Wanda says, tilting her head at you with a knowing smirk.

You huff, uncrossing your arms, but the warmth in your chest betrays you. “Fine, yeah, okay. I won’t say no to that.”

Wanda grins in victory, and Natasha just shakes her head, clearly amused. The day continues with a quiet small moments. Dinner filled with light teasing and the occasional brush of fingers, the kind of effortless affection you never thought you’d have with them. A movie follows, and though you try to pay attention, you find yourself more focused on the feeling of Natasha’s hand lazily tracing patterns on your thigh and Wanda’s head resting against your shoulder.

A few more days pass, and it’s all still… nice. Too nice. Which is why you finally bring it up one evening, curled up on the couch between them.

"But what about your CEO jobs?" you ask, glancing between them. "Don’t you two have empires to run?"

Natasha chuckles, draping an arm over the back of the couch. "We’re the CEOs. If we want a break, we’ll take one."

"Bucky’s handling everything," Wanda adds, reaching for her wine glass. "No worries." Then, after a thoughtful sip, she smirks. "He might need a wellness retreat after, though."

"More like therapy with all the idiots he has to deal with," Natasha mutters, rolling her eyes.

You snort, "Poor Bucky."

Neither of them disagree, and as you settle in, completely at ease, Natasha’s phone buzzes on the coffee table. The screen lights up with a text from Bucky: "You owe me BIG TIME."

But this is not the only message that stirs some emotions over the time you’re with them.

It starts small, just casual texts exchanged between you and Carol. She’s been nothing but a good friend, someone easy to talk to, and the connection is effortless. You check in on each other, share jokes, sometimes send random pictures. You don’t think much of it.

Natasha, however, does.

She doesn’t say anything at first, but Wanda notices. As always.

One evening, while you’re in the shower, Wanda finds Natasha in the kitchen, staring at her phone, brows furrowed. Wanda raises an eyebrow as she approaches, watching the way Natasha’s thumb hovers over the screen, unreadable emotions flickering across her face.

"You gonna tell me what’s going on, or do I have to drag it out of you?" Wanda teases lightly, leaning against the counter.

Natasha exhales sharply, locking her phone and shoving it onto the counter. "It’s nothing."

Wanda hums, unconvinced. "You sure? Because you’ve been acting off every time she texts Carol."

Natasha’s jaw tightens.

"Nat," Wanda coaxes, stepping closer. "Talk to me."

There’s a pause. A beat too long. Then Natasha sighs, pinching the bridge of her nose. "I just… don’t like it."

"Her texting Carol?"

"Her spending time with Carol," Natasha corrects, pushing off the counter and crossing her arms. "I mean come on, Wanda. You saw how much time she spends with her. They are close."

Wanda tilts her head. "And?"

Natasha scoffs. “And it’s Carol.”

Wanda laughs, shaking her head. "You’re being ridiculous. Carol is her friend."

"And my ex-" Natasha stops herself, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I don’t like the way Carol looks at her."

"Carol looks at everyone like that," Wanda points out.

Natasha glares. "That doesn’t make me feel better."

Wanda sighs, stepping closer and placing a hand on Natasha’s arm. "She’s with us, Nat. Not Carol."

"She was with us before, too," Natasha mutters, and there it is the real reason behind her unease.

Wanda softens. "And she came back."

That doesn’t seem to settle Natasha’s nerves, but she doesn’t argue. Instead, she nods once, pressing her lips together in that way she does when she’s holding something in. Wanda lets it go, for now.

Except, later that week, the conversation reignites in full force.

You come home, arms full of bags, smiling as you kick the door shut behind you. "I´m back! I was at this market, and Carol convinced me to get some plants and fruits and stuff-"

Natasha doesn’t even let you finish. "That’s what I was talking about!" She throws her hands up, looking at Wanda like she’s just proven a point. "See?"

You blink. "What?"

Wanda sighs, rubbing her temples. "Natasha…"

"No, don’t ‘Natasha’ me," she huffs, crossing her arms. "You’re always with her."

Your smile falters, confusion settling in. "I text her sometimes. We hang out. So?"

"So," Natasha emphasizes, her voice sharp, "I don’t like it."

Silence.

You exchange a look with Wanda, who gives you a patient, knowing glance, one that says, Let her talk.

So you do. "Why?"

Natasha shifts on her feet, avoiding your gaze. "Because she’s Carol," she mutters like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You sigh, setting the bags down. "Nat, she’s my friend."

Natasha clenches her jaw. "She wants more than that."

You shake your head. "No, she doesn’t."

"She does," Natasha insists. "I know Carol. I’ve known her for years."

"She knows I’m with you and Wanda."

Natasha scoffs. "Does she?"

"Nat," Wanda interjects gently, placing a hand on Natasha’s back, "maybe you should talk to Carol."

Natasha turns to her, incredulous. "Talk to her?"

"Yes," Wanda says simply. "Before you explode."

You cross your arms. "I think that’s a great idea."

Natasha glares between the both of you, but ultimately, she knows she’s lost. So, begrudgingly, she agrees.

You find yourself curled up on the couch, phone in hand, fingers hovering over Carol’s contact. This is stupid, right? They’re both adults. Natasha is just… Natasha. But the longer you sit in their apartment, the more you realize that things won’t settle unless you make them. So you finally type out a message.

You: Can you come to my flat?

The reply is almost instant.

Carol: If this is your way of asking me to be your thing on the side, then no.

You snort, shaking your head.

You: Very funny.

Carol: I thought so.

You: No, seriously. I need you to come over.

A pause. Then you see the three little dots.

Carol: You in trouble?

You: Not exactly. It’s about Natasha.

There’s another pause, longer this time.

Carol: Oh, this just got interesting.

You exhale sharply, rubbing your temple.

You: Can you be serious for like five seconds?

Carol: I can try, but no promises.

You groan and decide to just spell it out.

You: Natasha thinks you’re trying to steal me away.

This time, there’s no immediate reply. You stare at the screen, watching the three little dots appear, then disappear, then appear again. Finally, a message comes through.

Carol: …Wait, is this an intervention? Am I the problem?

You: Yes, you little shit.

Carol sends a string of laughing emojis.

Carol: That’s honestly kind of impressive. Didn’t even have to try.

You: Carol.

Carol: Fine, fine. So what’s the plan? I come over and what? Let her yell at me? Sounds fun.

You: I just need you two to talk. Like normal, civil adults.

Carol: Oh, I don’t know. Civil is a stretch.

You: Carol.

Carol: Alright, alright. I’ll come over. But only because this sounds way too entertaining to miss.

You let out a slow breath, already regretting this decision.

You: One condition... don’t make it worse.

Carol: No promises.

You stare at the screen for a long moment before flopping back against the couch with a groan. This was either going to solve everything… or end in disaster.

Maybe both.

A few days later… your apartment feels smaller than usual. Maybe it’s because of the tension hanging in the air, or maybe it’s because Natasha looks like she regrets every life choice that’s led her to this moment.

She’s sitting on your couch, arms crossed, her usual composed demeanor slightly crumbling as she mumbles under her breath.

"This is so stupid," she mutters. "This is ridiculous. I don’t even know why I- this is just… stupid."

Wanda, perched beside you on the arm of the couch, hides her amusement behind her cup of tea, watching as Natasha stews in her own bad decisions. You nudge her with your elbow, but she just smirks, clearly enjoying the sight of the great Natasha Romanoff spiraling.

There’s a knock at the door.

"Oh, this is gonna be good," Wanda murmurs under her breath before taking a sip of her tea. Shockingly she enjoys this a lot, taking the fact that Carol is Natasha´s ex, which suprise you a little.

You shoot her a look before pushing off the couch and heading to the door, steeling yourself. You swing it open, and there stands Carol, leaning against the doorframe, casual as ever, her usual shit-eating grin firmly in place.

"Well, well, well," she says, eyes sweeping past you to where Natasha is seated, visibly tense. "The moment we’ve all been waiting for."

Natasha exhales sharply. "I already hate this."

Carol steps inside like she owns the place, looking between the two of you. "You called for a meeting, I delivered. What’s next? Trial by combat?"

You glance at Wanda, who glances at you. Without a word, a silent agreement is made.

"Coffee?" Wanda asks casually.

"Coffee," you agree.

And before Natasha can even register what’s happening, you and Wanda are already at the door, stepping outside.

"Wait- " Natasha starts, but you just flash her an innocent smile.

"You got this," you say sweetly.

And with that, you and Wanda shut the door behind you, leaving Natasha and Carol alone in your apartment.

There’s a beat of silence before Carol hums, looking around. "(Y/N) should get a punching bag, though."

Natasha pinches the bridge of her nose. "You are insufferable."

Carol grins. "You love it. So, what? The one left standing wins?"

Natasha huffs out a short laugh, shaking her head. "Still have your wit, I see."

Carol shrugs. "What can I say? I like to keep things interesting."

Natasha rolls her eyes. This is going to be a long conversation.

Carol leans back against your kitchen counter, the usual cocky smirk still there, but her eyes are softer now. Less teasing, more genuine. She exhales, shaking her head with a little chuckle.

"Okay, I’ll ease up on the jokes," she says, crossing her arms. "I actually wanna talk."

Natasha, still sitting on the couch, just raises an eyebrow. "That’s new."

Carol rolls her eyes. "Do you really think I’m trying to steal her away?"

Natasha huffs out a laugh, the smirk that follows just as cocky as ever. "And you´re not trying to do that?"

Carol tilts her head, watching her for a moment. Then something clicks. "Ohhh," she says, dragging it out with an exaggerated nod. "So, it’s insecurity."

Natasha stiffens. "What? No. I’m not- no."

Carol just grins. "Nat, you forget we dated for quite some time. I know you."

Natasha glares, but it’s not as sharp as it should be. She looks away, jaw tightening slightly. "That was a long time ago."

Carol shrugs. "Still true, though." She pauses, then adds, "Besides, I’m not even single. I’m in a happy relationship."

Natasha’s head snaps back toward her, her frown deepening. "What?"

Carol blinks at her. "You didn’t know?"

Natasha narrows her eyes. "She didn’t tell me that."

Carol bursts out laughing, shaking her head in amusement. "Oh, she’s a little shit."

Natasha groans, rubbing her temple. "Unbelievable."

Carol just grins, before her expression softens. "Look, I get it, alright? You’re used to being in control, and she’s… well, she’s a wildcard."

Natasha stays silent, listening.

Carol smirks. "But she’s yours, Nat and you´re hers. You know that, right?"

Natasha doesn’t say anything for a moment. Then, quietly, "Yeah. I know."

Carol watches her, then lets out a teasing whistle. "Damn. You’re soft for her. It’s cute."

Natasha’s glare returns instantly. "Shut up."

Carol just laughs, shaking her head. "Alright, alright. I’ll stop. But, really, you don’t have to be weird about me and her. She’s your girl, and I wouldn’t mess with that."

Natasha sighs, finally relaxing just a little. "Yeah. Okay."

And just like that, the tension that had been lingering between them starts to fade. "But if you break her heart again, I will kick your ass."

"Please do," even Carol can see that Natasha is different this time, she truly mean it. Truly mean the love for you.

Meanwhile, you and Wanda are sitting at a cozy little café, sipping on warm drinks, completely relaxed... well, almost.

You tap your fingers against your cup, glancing toward the door like you might somehow see through it back to your apartment. Then, with a smirk, you say, "Five dollars on Carol annoying the hell out of Natasha."

Wanda doesn’t even hesitate. "Twenty dollars on that."

You laugh, shaking your head. "You’re that positive?"

Wanda sips her coffee, completely unbothered. "Oh, absolutely. I love Natasha, but she is terrible at hiding when something is bothering her. And Carol? She lives for that kind of thing."

You hum, considering. "Yeah, fair point. I just hope they don’t break anything in my apartment."

Wanda raises an eyebrow, her lips twitching. "I mean… you did lock them in together. That’s like throwing a match into a room full of gasoline."

You sigh dramatically. "Should we go check on them?"

Wanda shakes her head, stirring her coffee lazily. "Nope. If Natasha hasn’t texted for backup, it means they haven’t killed each other yet."

You purse your lips. "What if she’s too stubborn to ask for help?"

Wanda tilts her head, considering. "Good point… but also, we should let her suffer a little."

You chuckle, clinking your cup against hers. "Agreed."

You swirl your coffee absently, watching Wanda as she takes another slow sip of hers. The curiosity that’s been lingering in the back of your mind finally pushes itself forward.

"Wan?" you ask, tilting your head slightly.

She hums in response, lifting her gaze to meet yours. "Hm?"

You hesitate for a second before deciding to just ask. "Can I ask you something?"

A small smirk tugs at the corner of her lips. "That depends. Am I going to regret saying yes?"

You chuckle, shaking your head. "No, it’s just… I was wondering." You pause, biting your lip. "How come you’re not jealous?"

She blinks at you, clearly not expecting that question. "Jealous?"

You nod, leaning forward slightly. "Yeah, I mean… with all this Carol and Natasha tension, you seem so chill about it. Like, I get that Natasha is over Carol, and Carol is over Natasha, but still. Most people would be at least a little weirded out."

Wanda tilts her head, considering your words for a moment. Then she shrugs. "I don’t know. I guess I just don’t feel the need to be."

You raise an eyebrow. "Just like that?"

She chuckles, setting her coffee down. "I mean, it’s not like I’ve never been jealous before. But with this? No. I know how much Natasha is over Carol. And vice versa. There’s nothing there anymore."

You nod slowly, trying to understand. "So it just… doesn’t bother you?"

"Not really," Wanda says, tapping her nails lightly against her cup. "I know Natasha. I know how she looks at me or you. And I know how Nat looks at Carol, like someone from her past, not someone she wants in her future." She offers you a small smile. "So, no. I don’t feel jealous. If anything, I think they just needed to talk. Some closure, you know?"

You exhale, nodding in agreement, "yeah, I get that."

By the time you and Wanda make it back to your apartment, the coffee has settled warm in your stomach, and the conversation from earlier still lingers in your mind. You weren’t sure what exactly you’d be walking into, but you had half-expected to return to a crime scene or at the very least, to Natasha pacing furiously while Carol grinned like she had just won a game.

Instead, when you unlock the door and step inside, you’re greeted by the sight of them… laughing.

Natasha is leaning back against the couch, her usual tension nowhere to be found, while Carol sits comfortably across from her, her arms lazily draped over the back of the chair. They’re mid-conversation, something light and easy, and whatever weight had existed between them before... it’s gone.

What?

You blink. Wanda does too.

"Huh," you say, exchanging a glance with Wanda. "Didn’t see that coming."

Carol looks up first, smirking as she gestures between herself and Natasha. "See? We didn’t kill each other."

"Shocking," Wanda quips, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

Natasha just rolls her eyes, but there’s a small smile on her lips as she looks at you. "You’re back early."

You snort, setting your keys down. "I figured we’d return to a mess, so we made it quick."

Carol grins. "Sorry to disappoint."

Wanda tilts her head, studying them. "So… you two are good?"

Natasha exhales, glancing at Carol, who shrugs like she already knew the answer. "Yeah," Natasha admits, and there’s something softer in her voice. "We’re good."

You watch as Carol nods in agreement, her teasing edge dialed down just a bit. "Told you."

Wanda leans into you, her voice warm. "Closure," she murmurs, and you smile, realizing that yeah this is exactly that.

You barely have time to settle in before Natasha turns her sharp gaze on you, arms crossed but a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips.

"Darling," she drawls, her voice deceptively sweet, "why didn’t you tell me Carol was in a relationship?"

Before you can answer, Wanda perks up beside you, her expression bright. "Ooooh! Congrats, Carol!"

Carol grins, clearly enjoying the moment. "Thanks."

You shrug, feigning innocence as you smile at Natasha. "Dunno… it was fun." Then, with a slow smirk, you add, "And you looked hot while being jealous, so."

Carol lets out a loud laugh, standing up and stretching like she’s been waiting for her perfect exit line. "Oop! My cue to leave." She winks at you. "Thanks for the fun closure, (Y/N). You guys enjoy the rest of what’s probably going to be a long night." She wiggles her fingers in a wave. "Byee."

With that, she strides toward the door, leaving behind nothing but an amused chuckle from Wanda and a very unimpressed Natasha.

You barely have a second to process Carol’s dramatic exit before Natasha raises an eyebrow at you, tilting her head in that way that makes your breath hitch. "Come here," she says, low and inviting.

Yeah Carol was absolutely right. This is going to be a long night.

Natasha pulls you on her lap, closing the distance with a slow, predatory grace that has your breath catching in your throat. Her hands find your waist, fingers pressing just enough to remind you who’s in charge here.

"You had fun teasing me, huh?" Natasha murmurs, tilting her head as she watches you with those sharp green eyes. "Keeping little secrets, making me jealous?"

Wanda hums from the couch, "oh, she really did," she smirks as she leans back, eyes flicking between you and Natasha with lazy amusement. "And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Your mouth opens, but nothing comes out, especially when Natasha tugs you just a bit closer, her breath ghosting over your lips.

"I should remind you," Natasha whispers, her grip tightening slightly, "who you belong to."

Your stomach flips, heat creeping up your spine at the low possessiveness in her tone.

Wanda lets out a quiet laugh, stretching her arms above her head as if this isn’t affecting her at all. "Good luck, detka," she drawls, sounding entirely too pleased with herself.

You barely have time to glare at her before Natasha tilts your chin up with two fingers, her smirk deepening. "Let’s see if teasing me was worth it, hmm?"

Your breath catches as Natasha’s fingers trail along your jaw, her smirk never wavering. "What’s wrong, princess? No more teasing now?"

You try to say something... anything, but the way she’s looking at you, the way her body presses just slightly into yours, makes it incredibly difficult to think.

Mind is completly empty.

Wanda chuckles from her place on the couch, her amusement evident. "She was so bold earlier," she muses, shifting so she’s resting her chin in her palm, watching the two of you like this is the best form of entertainment. "Now look at her."

Natasha hums in agreement, her other hand slipping down to your hip, squeezing lightly. "Mm, I think she just likes pushing her luck," she murmurs, tilting her head. "Maybe she likes seeing what she can get away with."

You swallow, heat pooling in your panties. "I- "

"Shhh," Natasha cuts you off, leaning in just enough that your noses brush. "You had your fun, baby. Now it’s our turn."

Before you can even react, Wanda is suddenly behind you, her arms slipping around your waist, her breath warm against your ear. "I say we teach her a lesson," she says playfully, voice like velvet, her fingers grazing over you teasingly.

You barely stifle a gasp, your entire body tensing between them. "A lesson?" you manage to ask, your voice coming out weaker than you’d like.

Wanda hums, pressing the faintest of kisses just below your ear, her lips curving into a smirk. "Mhm. One that reminds her who she belongs to."

Natasha’s hand slides up your side, her fingers teasing along the fabric of your shirt, her smirk deepening. "What do you think, detka?" she murmurs, her voice all honeyed dominance. "Still enjoying your little game?"

You shiver, your knees almost buckling beneath you. "I- "

"Careful now," Wanda murmurs, "wouldn’t want you to get too overwhelmed too quickly."

Natasha chuckles darkly, her lips barely ghosting over yours. "Oh, I don’t know," she muses, her voice filled with pure teasing. "I think she likes being overwhelmed."

Wanda laughs softly. "Oh, she definitely does."

Wanda's lips trail lazily down your neck, her fingers tracing slow, agonizing patterns over your sides. Natasha, meanwhile, stays just close enough to be torturous, her smirk deep as she watches you squirm between them.

Natasha hums, her fingers barely ghosting over your arm. "Mhm. A little too much, I think." She tilts her head, feigning contemplation.

Your breath hitches, your hands instinctively grabbing at Natasha’s waist, trying to pull yourself closer. "Ah, ah. Naughty girls don’t get rewarded so easily," she chides, smirk deepening.

Wanda giggles against your neck. "Poor thing," she coos, mock sympathy lacing her tone. "Look at her."

You whimper, your body betraying you as more heat pools between your thighs. "No, no, please," you gasp out, tilting your head toward Natasha, trying to chase more.

Natasha chuckles, dark and pleased. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, her fingers finally dragging up your arm, agonizingly slow. "I haven’t even done anything yet, and you’re already this desperate." She glances at Wanda, her smirk turning absolutely wicked. "That’s the real fun."

Wanda sighs theatrically, as if considering something. "Maybe we should just leave her like this," she muses.

You shake your head quickly. "No, please, I- "

Natasha leans in, her lips brushing against your ear as she murmurs, "Begging already? Tsk. You really do love being at our mercy, don’t you?"

Your entire body shudders, and Wanda laughs softly, pressing a teasing kiss just beneath your jaw. "She’s adorable when she’s like this," she whispers, her fingers still tracing teasing, feather-light touches against your skin.

Natasha chuckles, her fingers finally gripping your chin, tilting your head up so you’re forced to meet her gaze. "Then let’s see just how much she can take."

And with the way their eyes darken, you know you're in for a long, torturous night.

"No cumming until we say, got it?" You nod at Natasha´s words, but that´s not enough for neither of them, so you feel nails dig into your hips.

"Yes!" you squal, and shake your head, "no cumming without your permission." You´re too desperate to notice the subtle exchange between Wanda and Natasha.

"Good. Girl." Natasha whispers into your ear.

Before you can fully process the heat ruining your panties, Natasha's hands slide down to your thighs, gripping firmly as she stands, effortlessly lifting you into her arms. A surprised gasp escapes you, and you instinctively cling to her shoulders, but she only smirks, her grip tightening.

"You’re coming with me," she murmurs, starting toward your bedroom with determined steps.

Behind you, Wanda chuckles, the sound low and knowing. "I’ll get it," she says vaguely, but before you can even think to ask what it is, Natasha is already pushing your bedroom door open and stepping inside.

The moment your back meets the mattress, Natasha is on you, caging you in with her presence, her hands bracketing your wrists against the sheets. Your breath hitches, your mind briefly scrambling to remember where Wanda went, what she was supposed to bring, but the thought disappears as quickly as it came.

Because Natasha is looking at you like she owns you. Like she knows exactly what she’s doing to you.

And with the way her knee presses between your thighs, pinning you down completely, all you can think about is her. And the need between your thighs.

Natasha’s lips trail down your jaw, slow and deliberate, her breath hot against your skin. She’s taking her time, making sure you’re completely occupied, lost in the way she presses against you, the way her fingers ghost over your sides, just barely enough to make you squirm.

"Look at you," she murmurs, dragging her lips along your pulse point before nipping at your skin, making you gasp.

You barely register the sound of the door opening again, too caught up in the way Natasha’s weight pins you down. But then-

"Miss me?" Wanda's voice is a sweet contrast to the wicked amusement in her tone.

You tilt your head, your eyes flicking toward her, but the moment you see what she’s holding, your stomach twists with anticipation.

Silky restraints.

Your breath catches. You hadn’t even realized Natasha had been keeping you distracted for a reason.

"Oh, she definitely missed you," Natasha smirks, shifting just enough for Wanda to crawl onto the bed and giving her space. "Didn’t even notice you were gone."

"How cute," Wanda mocks, straddling your hips, her fingers tracing along your arms as she guides them above your head.

You shudder at her touch, your pulse quickening. "Wanda- "

"Shhh, detka," she soothes, securing the restraints around your wrists, tightening them just enough to make you feel it. "It’s just a little something to keep you in place. We both know how much you love that."

Natasha hums in agreement, "and since you’ve been so naughty tonight…" She smirks, dragging her nails down your throat. "You don’t get to have everything you want."

You whimper, tugging lightly against the restraints, but Wanda only grins, leaning down to brush a kiss against your temple.

"Good luck," she purrs. "You’re going to need it."

You tug lightly against the restraints again, testing them, but they hold firm. Your breath is uneven, your skin buzzing with anticipation, but there’s also confusion swirling in your mind.

"But how did- "

Natasha cuts you off with a smirk, brushing her fingers along your jaw. "One thing about us that I thought you already knew," she murmurs, her voice smooth and taunting, "is that we always come prepared."

Of course they do.

Wanda hums in agreement, her fingers dancing over your stomach, barely touching, just enough to make you shiver. "It’s adorable that you still think you have the upper hand sometimes."

You whine, tilting your head back against the pillow. "That’s not- "

"Shhh, princess," Natasha coos, trailing a finger down your throat before pressing a teasing kiss to your collarbone.

Your hips shift instinctively, but Wanda tuts, her fingers gripping your waist. "Patience, detka," she chides, her voice dripping with amusement. "We won’t let you have it. Not yet."

A whimper escapes your lips, your wrists straining against the restraints as your body burns with the need for more.

"Aww," Wanda coos, shifting to sit beside you, her hand coming up to brush some stray strands of hair from your face. Her touch is feather-light, her voice deceptively sweet. "Poor thing. All tied up with nowhere to go."

You glare at her half-heartedly, but the smug little smile on her lips tells you she’s thoroughly enjoying this. "You´re being mean!"

"Mean?" Wanda gasps, pressing a dramatic hand to her chest. "I would never." Then, she leans in, voice dropping to a soft murmur near your ear. "I’m just here to make sure you don’t fall apart too soon."

Your breath catches, and you’re about to say something, maybe throw a challenge her way, when Natasha hums lowly.

"Don’t push it, Wan," she warns, a sharp but amused edge to her tone.

Wanda straightens instantly, her teasing demeanor shifting just a fraction. She glances at you, then back at Natasha, reading the shift in dynamic immediately.

"I wouldn't dream of it," Wanda muses, but there's something else in her tone now a touch of playful deference, a careful step backward. She’s testing her own limits, but she knows better than to cross the line.

You, on the other hand, are left somewhere between frustration and anticipation, entirely at their mercy.

"How about you keep your mouth occupied, hm?" Natasha´s hand slightly tug on Wanda´s hair and even in your state you can notice the shift in her eyes.

"Mhmm," Wanda mumbles as she shift closer to you and her hands start to take off your pants.

"Just because (Y/N) is getting punished doesn´t mean I can´t punish you as well, Maximoff." Natasha glares at Wanda.

Oh boy, this is making you so worked on.

Fuck.

Wanda nods, "I´m sorry," she hopes that this is enough, since she´s as desperate as you are.

Natasha hums and with a nod Wanda starts to take off your pants, but before she can take off your panties as well the redhead speaks up again. "Keep her panties on, I want them messy."

Wanda nods and even though she sees the vision, she wanted to devour you without any distractions.

Oh my god, they will be the cause of your death.

Even in the state Wanda was in, she will never ever forget to be a gentleman, so she softly and gently kisses her way into your panties, which makes Natasha chuckle.

You immedietly open your legs, needing her to touch you in the right spot. You´re lucky Wanda is as needy as you, because she doesn´t waste any more time and she pulls your wet panties to the side, making herself occupied with your warm pussy.

Natasha is so pleased about what she´s seeing, so she leaves Wanda to do whatever she wants... for now. You can feel her tongue on your clit, she´s eating you out like you´re her last and only meal.

For fuck sake her tongue is so so so fucking great.

What seems like a seconds to both you and Wanda, Natasha has been staring at the two of you for almost ten minutes, before she finally steps in.

"How about you left something to me, hm?" But Wanda doesn´t respond to Natasha´s words, she keeps going, licking every single of your wetness, which is not so amazing idea.

Natasha’s eyes darken, her jaw tightening as she watches Wanda blatantly disobey her. The room feels warmer, charged with something electric, and even in your dazed state, you can sense the shift.

"Wanda," Natasha’s voice is low, controlled, but there’s an edge to it. A warning. "I said, pull away."

But Wanda, ever the tease, only lifts her gaze slightly, a playful glint in her eyes. She doesn’t move, her lips curling into something dangerously close to defiance. "I heard you," she murmurs, but she still doesn’t obey and goes back to tasting you.

And you, of course, doesn´t mind at all.

Natasha exhales through her nose, tilting her head as if assessing her. Then, without breaking eye contact, she reaches forward, fingers grabing Wanda’s hair, just enough to make her listen.

"You’re pushing it," Natasha murmurs, tugging on her hair more, not rough, but firm enough to make a point.

Wanda shivers, and for the first time, the playful confidence flickers just slightly. She swallows, but still smirks. "Maybe I like pushing."

Natasha’s lips twitch, like she’s amused despite herself, but she doesn’t let it show. "So now I have two brats, hm?" she counters, leaning in so close that Wanda’s breath hitches. "Pull away or I´ll spank your ass so bad you won´t be able to sit through your nail appointment."

There’s a beat of silence, thick with tension, before Wanda finally exhales and pulls back. "Understood," she says, voice softer now.

"Good girl," Natasha murmurs, releasing Wanda’s hair.

You’re watching them, caught somewhere between fascination and pure awe, and when Natasha finally shifts her attention back to you, that cocky smirk is fully back in place.

"Now," she purrs, her gaze sweeping over you. "Where were we?"

You hesitate for a moment, thinking Natasha’s words were more of a statement than a question. But when the silence lingers, and her expectant gaze remains on you, you realize that she wants an answer.

"I- uh... Wanda was- you know and um..." You stumble over your words, heat creeping up your neck as you shift slightly under Natasha’s sharp, assessing gaze.

Her lips twitch in amusement. "Would you like to continue that?"

You nod so fast it’s almost embarrassing. "Very much so, yes please."

Natasha hums, dragging her fingers along your jaw before turning her attention to Wanda. "Wanda, entertain yourself." A smirk curves her lips. "But no finishing."

Wanda lets out a small, exaggerated sigh but doesn’t argue, instead tilting her head with that signature glint of mischief in her eyes as her hand make its way to her pants.

Natasha’s gaze flicks between the two of you, her expression unwavering as she leans in slightly. "Just because there are two of you doesn’t mean I won’t have control. Noted?"

"Yes," you and Wanda answer at the exact same time.

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head. "Good girls." She knows that both of you need to be punished, but it´s funnier to punish both of you while you´re both needy and completly at her mercy. So she´s leading the two of you exactly where she wants you to be.

"Please-" you let out softly, you need her. Her hands. Her mouth. Her tongue. Her anything and everything.

"Oh detka, look at you." She cooes, "poor thing, don´t worry, I will handle this-" Natasha´s hand meets your pussy with a quick smack that makes you flinch. "I will take care of this wet pussy," her eyes are dark, full of lust and you´re not sure if you´re supposed to be excited or scared.

Wanda on the other hand is already close to cum, she´s fighting so hard not to let go. Not to break the rules just one more time for her sweet release. But she knows what would have happen, she needs to hold on.

While Natasha´s fingers spread you open, she doesn´t miss the sounds Wanda is making, "stop if necessary, but don´t you dare to cum, Maximoff." Her words are sharp, that it makes your heart beat even faster.

"Uhm," the younger woman mumbles, as she stops fucking her fingers inside.

You quickly glance at Wanda, "eyes on me," Natasha leans in and grabs your chin, "there you go." She lets go of your chin and goes back to your dripping core. Fuck you´re messy. "Hips up, baby."

You shift and move your hips up as you watch Natasha pulls off your wet panties. Slowly and hungrily, you notice that Natasha puts your dirty black panties to her pocket, but your mind is occupied quickly, since Natasha is back to where you need her the most. Kissing your thighs softly, as she is also a gentle lady.

"Natty-" you whine out, so needy for anything the woman will give you. Your pretty noises makes Wanda moan out loud, you try your hardest not to look at her, so you can only imagine her long fingers deep inside her. Pumping in and out, while her juices are all over her.

"God, where did your patience go? Hm? Fine." And with that Natasha´s fingers slide into so easily. And she is not gentle, no... it´s the other way around.

Oh fuck.

She´s pumping her fingers fast and the only thought in your head is overstimulation. You´re so hapy, but at the same time you know that she will make you pay for everything you did and didn´t do.

Your mind is a blur, caught somewhere between pleasure and overwhelming sensation, every nerve alight as you struggle to ground yourself. But there’s no escape, not from the way Natasha is watching you, her sharp green eyes locked onto your every reaction, nor from the way Wanda is nearby, she´s also on the line between letting go and being Natasha´s good girl.

Natasha’s presence is suffocating in the best way, her touch deliberate, her movements calculated, her fingers curling in the right spot, and yet it’s the little things that overwhelm you just as much - the faint scent of her cologne, a mix of something deep and smoky with a hint of spice, clinging to her skin as she leans in close. The warmth of her breath against your temple, the quiet, knowing hum she lets out whenever you clench around her.

You don’t even realize you’re whimpering out loud until you hear Wanda needy chuckle, low and sweet. "Fuck-", tilting her head as if she’s committing every detail of this moment to memory.

You look at her weakly, unable to form proper words, and Natasha exhales a small, pleased laugh. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice smooth as silk yet carrying a weight that makes your stomach flip. "This is just warm up."

Your mind struggles to keep up, but then... her voice, smooth as velvet, cuts through the fog.

"Alright, my sweet little messes," Natasha purrs, her tone dripping with amusement. "You want to reach the finish line? Then you better earn it. Cum or don´t, but it will be your loss."

You barely process her words before she continues, her voice slow, teasing. "Ten."

Wanda stiffens, a flicker of confusion crossing her face, but Natasha doesn’t give either of you a moment to think.

"Nine."

Your body tenses, a desperate little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Wanda’s fingers twitch, like she’s already bracing herself, already feeling the weight of whatever Natasha has planned.

"Oh, you poor things," Natasha coos, eyes gleaming with mischief as her fingers speed up in your hole. "So desperate. So needy. And yet… so very helpless."

Your breath stutters, and Wanda swallows hard, her lips parting like she wants to protest, but Natasha just smirks.

"Eight," she continues, tilting her head as she drags out the word. "You still with me, detka? Or is the pretty little head too fogged up to keep count? I know Wanda is already gone."

Wanda glares at her, but there’s no real heat behind it, just frustration laced with anticipation. You, on the other hand, can barely function, and Natasha knows it. She clicks her tongue, mock pity dripping from her voice.

"Seven."

She watches you both like a cat playing with its food, eyes alight with something dangerous, something utterly intoxicating. "I should make you beg, really. Should make you tell me just how much you need me. But look at you- " she sighs, shaking her head with a grin. "You’re already wrecked, and I’ve barely even done anything."

Anything?! She´s fucking me with her-

You moan loudly as Natasha thrust her finger deep inside of you, and Wanda sucks in a sharp breath, shifting slightly like she wants to reach for you, but Natasha tuts, eyes flashing.

"Ah, ah, ah. No helping each other. If you want it, you’ll listen."

She leans in closer, her scent overwhelming, her voice dipping lower. "Six."

Wanda stays in her spot, staring at Natasha´s fingers disappearing inside of your pussy. As she copies Natasha´s pace.

"Five."

The number drips from Natasha’s lips like honey, slow and drawn out, as if she’s savoring every second of your anticipation. You’re barely holding on, body taut, brain fogged with nothing but her voice, her presence, her control. Your hands are hurting form how much you´re holding onto the silky restraints.

Wanda´s fingers twitching, thighs pressing together. She looks like she wants to do something, to rebel in some way, but Natasha just chuckles, shaking her head in mock disappointment.

"Poor baby," she murmurs, tilting her head "You don’t like waiting, do you?"

Wanda’s breath hitches, her lips parting, but no words come out. You feel like you’re in the same state... floating somewhere between desperation and the overwhelming feeling.

"Four."

A needy little whimper escaping before you can stop it. Natasha’s eyes snap to you instantly, dark amusement flickering across her features.

"Oh, detka," she purrs, leaning in closer, "you sound so pretty when you're falling apart for me."

You’re not even sure if you’re breathing anymore.

"Three."

She drags out the word, watching you and Wanda with the kind of confidence that makes your stomach flip.

"So cute," she muses, "all wide-eyed and obedient now. Not so mouthy anymore, huh?"

Neither of you dare to speak, but Wanda exhales shakily, her eyes darting to yours as if she’s searching for something. Reassurance, maybe. But before either of you can process it, Natasha’s voice slices through the haze again.

"Two."

Your pulse pounds. Wanda clench around herself, she needs to cum now. She needs it so fucking bad.

And then... Natasha leans in, brushing her lips against your ear, her voice nothing more than a whisper, but somehow more commanding than anything before. Her fingers are still at very fast pace, but she laso starts to thrust with more power now.

"One."

Your entire body is on edge, anticipation coiling tight in your stomach, but Natasha pulls back, just far enough to look between you and Wanda, smirking at your ruined expressions.

And then- "Zero."

She doesn’t give either of you time to think, her fingers leaving your pusssy and she immedietly leans to Wanda and she grabs her hand, snatching it away.

What?

The release, the rush, the moment you’ve been so desperately chasing.

But nothing happens.

Your breath catches in your throat, and you blink up at her, mind scrambling, body still wound impossibly tight. Beside you, Wanda lets out a broken sound, shifting in frustration, realization settling over both of you at the same time.

She... she bluffed.

Your chest rises and falls in quick, shallow breaths, and when you finally meet Natasha’s gaze, she’s just smiling. Smug, entertained, completely unbothered by the absolute wreckage she’s left in her wake.

"Oh, you should see your faces." She tilts her head, lips curling into a slow, satisfied smirk. "Absolutely priceless."

Wanda makes a frustrated noise, fingers curling into the sheets as she glares at Natasha. "That’s not fair."

You nod quickly, still struggling to find words. "Yeah! You- you can’t just- " You gesture vaguely, still feeling dizzy with need. "You said zero!"

Natasha just arches a perfect brow. "And? Since when did I say I had to let you finish?"

Your jaw drops.

Wanda’s brows furrow in pure, petulant frustration. "That’s cruel."

Natasha shrugs, clearly thriving in your combined suffering, she licks her fingers clean, loving the taste you left on her fingers. "You being a brat is cruel too." She leans in closer, eyes glinting with amusement. "Do I complain? No. I just make a payback."

You groan, shifting against the pillows, moving your hands in the restraints. Wanda crosses her arms, lips pressed into a thin line, but there’s no real anger there, just deep frustration.

"You’re evil." You pout up at Natasha, hoping - praying - that maybe, just maybe, she’ll take mercy on you.

She just chuckles, brushing her fingers over your jaw, a featherlight touch that makes your stomach flip. "Oh, detka," she murmurs, voice nothing but smooth, unshakable confidence. "You love it."

Wanda huffs, but Natasha just shifts her gaze toward her, amusement still dancing in her eyes. "And you," she muses, tapping a finger against Wanda’s chin. "Did you really think you could be a fucking brat and get away with it?"

Wanda swallows, "I´m sorry."

Natasha hums, her smirk widening. "Yeah. That’s what I thought."

You both groan in unison, completely at her mercy, and Natasha just thrives in it, dragging out the moment, letting the weight of her control settle in.

You don’t care anymore.

Maybe you should care, maybe you should hold onto the last shreds of your dignity, try to look like you’re not completely at Natasha’s mercy. But who cares? Not when your body is still thrumming, still aching with need. Not when Wanda is right there beside you, looking just as desperate, just as undone.

So you do the only thing you can think of.

You shift, trying to reaching for Natasha, even when your hands are still above your head, "Natasha, please," you murmur, voice soft, breathless. "I- please, don’t do this."

Natasha tilts her head, watching you with amusement, fingers trailing down your stomach with a featherlight touch that makes you shiver. "Don’t do what exactly?"

You whimper, frustration bubbling in your throat, but you don’t stop. Instead, you shift again, "I’ll do anything- just please- "

Natasha hums, clearly enjoying herself. "Anything?"

You nod, desperate, but then, then you hesitate. Because it’s not just about you, is it?

Your eyes flick toward Wanda, who’s been quiet, biting her lip, still wound tight with anticipation and frustration. And without thinking, without stopping to consider how needy it might sound, you turn back to Natasha and say, "Not just me. Please- please don’t leave Wanda like this either."

That does something.

Wanda’s head snaps toward you, eyes widening in surprise, a soft gasp leaving her lips. She wasn’t expecting that. She wasn’t expecting you to beg for her too.

And Natasha? Natasha’s amusement shifts into something else entirely. She watches you for a long moment, considering, clearly pleased by the way you’re falling apart for her, the way you’re still thinking of Wanda even when you’re this desperate.

Then, slowly, she smirks.

"What if I only let Wanda finish, hm?"

You freeze, eyes darting between them, heartbeat hammering. But then, after a moment, you swallow your pride and turn to Wanda, eyes searching hers, voice soft. "Okay. Fine. But- " You take a breath, looking back at Natasha, pleading. "Please. She didn’t mean to be a brat, she just- you know…"

Wanda stares at you, eyes flickering with something unreadable, something warm and surprised.

Natasha hums, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along your skin, her sharp green eyes flicking between you and Wanda. She looks amused, intrigued, entirely entertained by your desperation.

"You would let Wanda finish but not you?" she asks, tilting her head slightly.

You swallow hard, nodding without hesitation. "Yeah."

Wanda’s breath catches beside you.

And Natasha grins. "Look, darling," she purrs, turning her attention to Wanda, her fingers tilting your chin up so you can’t look away. "Look how precious she is toward you."

Wanda doesn’t respond right away, still staring at you like she can’t quite believe what just happened. There’s something unreadable in her gaze, something warm, something fond.

Natasha’s smirk softens just a little not enough to lose her edge, but enough to make your stomach flip. She brushes her knuckles against your cheek, her touch deceptively gentle.

"You’re so kind, baby," she murmurs, amusement laced in her voice, but there’s something deeper there too. Something indulgent.

Wanda exhales, still watching you with that unreadable look, and Natasha hums as if thinking it over.

Then, she nods.

"Well," she drawls, her thumb ghosting over your bottom lip, "being kind and such a good girl... that does deserve a reward, doesn’t it?"

Her grin sharpens, and you feel Wanda shift closer to you, anticipation crackling in the air.

“Go on then, make yourself cum." And with that Natasha just gives you and Wanda kiss a soft one, which suprises the both of you. Her hands falls on Wanda waist as she moves her closer to you.

Wanda just looks at Natasha, "it´s up to us?" And to that, the older woman just nods. Without missing a beat Wanda takes her pants and panties off, throwing it somewhere in the room. "Just lay pretty for me," she mumbles as you can´t really escape anywhere since you´re still tied to the bed. Wanda chuckles at that as she realizes, "sorry, baby."

She immedietly positions herself in between your legs, starts to move her hips and rub her pussy against yours. Wanda is very soft and gentle,  it's just the right amount of pressure and intimacy to feel amazing and ease your neediness. And since both of you are so wet, it´s very easy to move your hips. But Wanda´s nails digs into your thigh, "I said don´t move," she mumbles.

You listen, there is no way you´re risking another punishment, you moan out loud, which makes Natasha very proud, maybe you´re not so bratty after all.

Wanda moves her hips faster, she´s so close and so are you. Of course the redhead notices that, so her hands rubs Wanda´s back and she whispers, "you can let go, you did so good." Then her green eyes meets yours, "go on baby, cum for me."

And you did. No need to be told twice.

Oh those sounds, Natasha is a little sad she didn´t record this, hearing the both of her girls needy like this, letting go for her. But that´s a thing for some other time.

She helps to move Wanda back to the bed, laying her next to you, then she softly unwrap your hands from the restraints. You sigh contentedly, your body warm and pleasantly exhausted, but as Natasha starts to move away, you instinctively reach out, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her back to you and Wanda.

Natasha huffs out a surprised laugh, her body colliding with yours. "Oh my god, how come you´re so strong," she teases, but she doesn’t resist. Instead, she settles in, draping herself over you with a smirk. "Okay, okay, cuddles it is."

Wanda chuckles softly from the other side of you, tucking herself against your shoulder. "You’re insatiable, detka," she murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to your jaw.

You hum in satisfaction, basking in the warmth of both of them. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns along your arm, while Wanda strokes a hand through your hair, her touch gentle and soothing. It’s quiet for a moment, just the sound of steady breathing and the occasional sleepy sigh filling the space.

Then, unexpectedly, Natasha presses a kiss to your temple and murmurs, "Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back."

You grumble in protest, tightening your grip, but she chuckles, prying herself free. "Just trust me, sweetheart."

Wanda shifts, watching Natasha with knowing amusement as she disappears into the bathroom. A moment later, you hear the sound of water running.

You blink up at Wanda. "What is she doing?"

Wanda smiles, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. "Something that means more than she’ll ever admit."

A few minutes later, Natasha returns, rolling her eyes at your confused expression. "Come on," she says, reaching for your hand. "Bath’s ready."

You hesitate, glancing toward Wanda, but she just grins, her eyes soft with understanding.

As they settle into the aftercare routine, Natasha is quiet but efficient. She doesn’t just clean you up, she draws a bath, making sure the temperature is perfect, adding something relaxing like lavender essential oil she found out in your bathroom. The steam fills the air, carrying the soft floral scent, and she tests the water with her fingers before turning to you.

"Come on, sweetheart," she murmurs, her voice softer now. She helps you in, her hands steady as she guides you down into the warmth. The heat soaks into your muscles, easing every lingering ache, and you sigh, melting into it.

But then, Natasha does something unexpected. Instead of just handing you a washcloth and letting you clean up, she rolls up the sleeves of one of her shirts and kneels by the edge of the tub. She picks up a soft cloth, dips it in the water, and starts to wash you herself. Slow, careful strokes over your arms, shoulders, and back.

At first, you don’t think much of it, just letting yourself be taken care of. But Wanda comes, sitting on the closed toilet lid, notices immediately. She watches the way Natasha moves, the usual precision of her hands softened into something far more intimate.

A slow smile spreads across Wanda’s lips, but she doesn’t say anything just yet.

Natasha doesn’t rush. She takes her time, running the warm cloth over your skin with a tenderness that feels almost out of place for her. But she doesn’t hesitate, it´s like this is as natural as breathing.

Then, when she runs the cloth over your wrists, where the restraints had been, she pauses for just a second. Her thumb brushes over the faint marks left behind, and she murmurs, almost to herself, "Don’t want you hurting."

It’s quiet. Simple. But something about it makes Wanda’s gaze soften even more.

Because she knows.

This isn’t just Natasha taking care of you, it’s her way of saying I love you.

And Wanda, recognizing the moment for what it is, "softie."

Natasha rolls her eyes but doesn’t deny it. Instead, she just smirks, flicking a little water in Wanda’s direction before turning her attention back to you.

You giggle, then you look back at Natasha, "but what about you-" she doesn´t even let you finnish.

"Just shut up and let me take care of you," she mutters, pressing a firm kiss to your forehead.

And you do. Because, for once, you don’t need to do anything but let yourself be loved.

Wanda can´t help but giggle again, which makes Natasha raise her eyebrow, "I don´t like when you two team up, so get your ass in here as well." She orders to Wanda and she takes off her shirt and joins your bath.

As the night winds down, you’re curled up between Natasha and Wanda, warm and drowsy under the covers of your bed. Natasha’s fingers trace lazy patterns on your arm, while Wanda presses soft kisses to your shoulder. The comfort of it all makes your eyelids heavy, the steady rhythm of their breathing lulling you toward sleep.

Then, your phone buzzes on the nightstand.

With a tired groan, you reach for it, blinking at the brightness of the screen. A new message from Carol.

Carol: You’re welcome for getting laid. 😉

You snort, biting your lip to stifle a laugh. Wanda shifts beside you, murmuring sleepily, "What’s so funny?"

Still grinning, you tilt the screen so they both can see. Natasha huffs, shaking her head. "I swear to God…"

Wanda just laughs, pressing her face against your shoulder. "She’s not wrong, though."

You hum, setting your phone aside and settling back into the warmth of their embrace. "Yeah, yeah. Maybe I should send her a thank-you gift."

Natasha groans, dragging you closer. "Absolutely not."

Wanda smirks. "I dunno, Nat. I think it’s only fair."

"Don’t encourage her."

You giggle, pressing a kiss to Natasha’s jaw, then Wanda’s lips, before closing your eyes with a satisfied sigh. "Fine. No thank-you gift. Just… remind me to buy her a drink next time."

Wanda hums, already half-asleep. Natasha mutters something in Russian under her breath, but you catch the way she tightens her hold around you, pulling you impossibly closer.

And as the three of you drift off, tangled together in the soft glow of the night, you think, yeah, maybe I do owe Carol a drink.

In the end... third time is truly a charm. Wow. It´s the end you guys:( thank you so much for reading this series it was so fun to write, thank you thank you! it so amazing to read your comments, im kicking my feet like a little girl at every single one<3 i hope you will like some of my future projects as well!

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[wandasaura]

RED WINE SUPERNOVA

summary — when wanda first proposed making you cum in front of her friends, you’d thought she’d been joking, but when maria and carol come over for your annual halloween movie night, you realize she wasn’t at all

warning(s) — established relationship, heavy dom/sub elements, exhibitionism, slight voyeurism, humiliation, degradation, praise kink, teasing, cum tasting, finger sucking, make out session, nipple stimulation/torture, orgasm control/delay, unintentional edging, fingering, clit stimulation, alludes to maria being dommy, carol and maria watch, possessiveness, eventual orgasm, soft aftercare, brief domestic fluff/cuteness, men/minors dni

kinktober

The fabric of your panties had once felt soft against your skin, comfortable and easy as you slid through the house on sock covered feet, preparing for a movie night with your girlfriends and two of their friends. It had become something of a tradition, a soft moment to look forward to in a life overwise filled with chaos and constant movement. Tonight, you’d thought you’d be cuddled up close to Natasha, holding onto Wanda’s hand as you watched Coraline and countless other films that had always inspired spooky feelings in your heart, but when Natasha had steered you away from the wardrobe, declaring that your outfit was enough on its own despite the nakedness of your uncovered stature in frilly panties with a dull pink bow sewn onto the waistband and a lacey top that matched so sweetly, that soft cotton fabric between your legs had very quickly become damp with persistent arousal and anticipation; no longer comfortable as every time you shifted in place, you were reminded of your desperate state and unwavering vulnerability. 

Maria and Carol had been right on time, barging straight into the quaint albeit perfectly cozy apartment that you, Wanda, and Natasha shared whenever they weren’t crashing in safe houses and Shield facilities off the grid. They’d hardly even glanced in your direction as they barrelled through the door, something that was odd and had your belly twisting with wild emotions and sensations, especially when you came to realize why they were acting as if you weren’t there at all. This had been something brought up in passing conversation one night, merely a wild fantasy that Wanda had shared after coming back from a grueling solo mission. You had always known that she was on the kinkier side, especially out of you and Natasha, but hearing about how she wanted to show you off to her friends, wanted to stake her claim with you in front of an audience of your most trusted acquaintances, had you eagerly agreeing to her little fantasy. That’s all that you thought it would be, a fantasy that stayed within the walls of your shared bedroom, but then Natasha brought it up last week, and now here you were, sat on the couch between both of your girlfriends, your naked thighs glimmering beneath the ambient lighting of the television as one of them held your hand, and the other stroked your inner thigh as if you were nothing more than a priceless object to flaunt. 

Your cheeks were heated with flushed humiliation and undeniable arousal, the center of your panties damp and darkened, although thankfully hidden from view yet not ignored entirely. Every few minutes, when you had been led to believe that Natasha’s heavy, possessive, hand wouldn’t rise any further up your thigh, she would stretch her fingers outward and fiddle with the lace edges of your panties, pulling the elastic material away from the crevice of your thigh only to let it snap back into place like a broken record that wouldn’t stop skipping. Wanda squeezed your hand occasionally, reminding you of her steady presence beside you on the couch, but even that did little to quell your racing thoughts as you tracked the way both Carol and Maria traced the outlines of your pebbled nipples through the dainty tank top adorning your torso and upper half. 

After a while, yet only midway through Coraline which nobody was really paying any attention to, Natasha grew bolder in her ministrations with your wanting body, and as a result, the flush plastered across your cheeks and ears became darker with bated arousal and humiliation. That soft, tantalizing touch on the insides of your thighs became curious fingers sweeping through your sodden folds, prodding at your aching clit and pressing against your wanting entrance that begged to suck her fingers in despite your greatest attempts to remain unbothered and unaware. You hadn’t thought it could get any worse, any more humiliating, but just as you got used to Natasha’s cold touch against your hot cunt desperate for relief, she retraced her fingers, instead holding them up to the light for Wanda and her friends to marvel at. 

As she pulled her fingers apart, revealing stringy ropes of warm arousal clinging to her knuckles and the pads of her delicately scarred fingertips, a whine of mortification fell off of your cat clenched tongue and into the air thick with tension and lust, though like before and every minute since both Carol and Maria had stepped inside the apartment, you were ignored entirely by the onlookers who caught a glimpse at your most vulnerable headspace typically reserved for Wanda and Natasha exclusively. “Well would you look at that. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the little slut likes being shown off.” 

A pitiful whine fell off of your lips as Natasha rubbed her fingers together for everyone in the room to see, making an extravagant show of your glistening moisture that dirtied her fingertips. Your face fell into Wanda’s chest on instinct, seeking protection from the dramatic show Natasha was putting on for her own entertainment, however that was hardly allowed, and mere seconds after you settled with your face against the breasts of your younger girlfriend, her fingers were tangling into your hair and pulling you upright, demanding you watch as Natasha unravels your autonomy, reducing you to nothing but a slut for her friends to ogle; and shamefully, it was turning you on more and more. 

A startled gasp fell off of your lips when Maria came closer, leaving Carol behind on the loveseat adjacent from the couch you sat cuddled into, and stalked up to Natasha with slow, calculated strides of maintained authority. She had always radiated a gentle energy, someone that you found comfort and ease being around whenever you visited your girlfriends at whatever Shield base they occupied, but as she stared down at you, traced the evidence of glistening moisture on the insides of your thighs and snickered to herself when she found that telling patch of darkness on the center of your panties, she’d never appeared more dominant, and your heart lurched in your chest at the prospect of misbehaving in her company. 

When her lips wrapped around Natasha’s fingers, cleaning them off without so much as a grimace as she let the taste of your arousal sink into every taste bud on her tongue, a blush so dark it nearly burned your skin crept down your neck and provoked tingles and goosebumps to rise along your spine and in your belly where that coil of anticipation grew bigger and bigger each time Natasha humiliated you further. When Maria moaned softly, only pulling off of Natasha’s fingers because she couldn’t contain the laugh that bubbled over in her chest as you squirmed and whined with impatient humiliation, you nearly melted into the couch entirely, not sure what was worse; being beneath her heavy, pointed stare, or watching as your girlfriends shared your intimate sweetness with their friends. 

“My shy girl. Why are you pretending that you don’t like this, huh? Your pussy’s aching for Natty to touch you, and yet you’re pretending to be my shy girl like you don’t want her to make you cum for Carol and Maria to see.” Wanda coaxed tantalizingly, her fingers ghosting along your chest for the first time that night, taking an interest in your pebbled nipples that pleaded for attention just as Maria sat back on the couch with Carol, being abruptly pulled into a searing kiss that conveyed passion and intense need. 

Between the sharp sensations of Wanda fiddling with your pebbled nipples, pinching and pulling and twisting, your eyes remained locked on Carol and Maria who seemed to be lost in the whirlwind of their passionate makeout session. You hadn’t known that they were an item, wouldn’t have suspected it even if the signs had been laid out in front of you, but they moved together so cohesively, it couldn’t have been the first time they found themselves in this position. It was most definitely the first time you found yourself in this position however, and you couldn’t stop the involuntary whine that clawed up your throat and forced its way out when they finally pulled away, a lust drink smirk on Carol’s lips as she practically undressed you with her eyes. 

“You’ve been holding out on us, Romanoff. I didn’t know your girl was so sweet.” Carol’s lips curved with dominance that hadn’t been traceable when Maria had tangled her long fingers into her short blonde locks and tugged so aggressively you feared Carol may recoil from the kiss in momentary pain, but as she sat on the loveseat that you had spent many nights cuddled up on, she looked absolutely dominating with her icy blue stare and sharp jawline. 

“She’s the sweetest, isn’t she?” Natasha’s eyes glimmered with dominance as she turned her attention to you, fully focusing on the pink hues that formed along your cheekbones and skin, marveling at the glaze of submission that had come across your eyes since she’d first denied you access to the wardrobe in your shared bedroom. “Why don’t we take these off, show Carol and Maria how wet you really are for me, hm?” There wasn’t much of a question in her softly uttered words, but there was enough grace given that you knew you could back out at any moment. You declined that subtly placed offer, though your embarrassment didn’t lighten any. You couldn’t explain the strong feelings turning your blood into butterflies, but despite being utterly humiliated, you were beyond turned on. You wanted Natasha to continue to condescend you, you wanted Carol and Maria to watch as she unraveled your walls and brought you through a glorious episode of bliss and pleasure. You wanted to know that despite sharing the sight of your body with two people that you trust most in Wanda and Natasha’s tight knit circle, that you were truly only theirs to have. 

When your panties came off, you tried not to watch as Natasha playfully flung them across the room in Maria and Carol’s direction, or how the Commander grabbed them without batting an eye and inspected the dark patch adorning the center that had laid so snugly against your weeping entrance. You shuddered in anticipation when Natasha pried your legs open just the slightest bit more, draping one of your naked thighs across her material covered lap, opening you up for eager eyes to search. You whined when her fingers swept through your folds again, although this time, she didn’t spare her touches like she had been. Her fingers fell onto your clit heavily, rubbing rushed tight circles on your pebbled bundle of nerves that pleaded for attention and relief. 

When Carol commented about wanting to taste you herself, Wanda’s ministrations on your nipples seemed to double, fueled by possessiveness that was intimidating and unspeakably arousing, and through a haze of intense pleasure that was sparking through your body at various places, you just barely recall her telling Danvers to remember the agreement at hand. Her possessive touch lit your body up, and before you could comprehend the desperation that was truly turning you into a mindless slut for two of the most powerful and influential people in the world to witness, your hips searched for more from Natasha in desperate twists and pathetic reaches. 

“How long do you think it’ll take me to make the little slut cum?” Natasha wagered, her smirk devious as she stopped rubbing tight circles around your clit without so much as a warning that you were about to lose what you’d been begging for all night, her eyes trained on Carol and Maria, paying no mind to the way you babbled and sobbed for relief, having been seconds away from an orgasm that was now ebbing away into the abyss. Desperately you fought for her attention, arching your hips up against her hand, attempting to gain back even an ounce of the pressure she had been providing, but Wanda’s arms snaked around your waist and pulled you back before you could succeed. 

“A minute.” Carol laughed, her tone painfully condescending as her eyes traced the gleam of arousal that had marked your skin with glistening moisture, your pussy on full display as Natasha unintentionally spread you farther, giving both Danvers and Hill an extraordinary sight of your pulsating clit and weeping hole that was desperate for any ounce of attention. 

“Fifty six seconds, but nobody's counting.” Maria’s response was dry, laced with infectious dominance that was spurring Natasha on to be better, harsher. Your eyes nearly bulged out of your head when two fingers sunk into your cunt, enveloped by velvety walls that squeezed her knuckles tight. There was no time to grow used to the stretch as she worked you open, but it felt so good you didn’t care. 

Her thumb found your clit again, and relentlessly she worked you back up towards that orgasm you’d been desperately chasing. Wanda’s fingers didn’t stop pulling and twisting at your nipples, but at some point, she’d pulled your top low, trading in thin fabric for warm flesh. You hardly flushed when you realized all of you was now exposed to Carol and Maria, so desperate for an orgasm that you let it fade away entirely. Strained whines and pleads fell off of your lips as Natasha worked you closer and closer to a blissful orgasm embarrassingly quick, but she kissed your insecurities away as she mumbled for you to let go, to let her make it all better. 

“Shh, there we go. There we go, pretty girl. Making such a mess for me. It’s okay.” She coaxed softly, pecking your lips multiple times as she withdrew her fingers, quickly finding a blanket to throw over your body, no longer wanting you visible to her closest friends who seemed to understand, and didn’t comment on her quickness to cover you up. 

“Forty seven seconds. Impressive.” Maria taunted lightly, her smile dazzling as she flashed you the softest look you’d ever seen her give. You blushed, hiding your face in Wanda’s chest as she allowed you to get comfortable, seeking out her tender affection that she would never dream of withholding. “Where are you going?” Maria narrowed her eyes at Natasha when she noticed the redhead itching to rise from the couch, her arms slowly falling off of your still trembling frame as you leaned heavily against Wanda in post-orgasm bliss and hazy submission. 

“To get her a water?.” Natasha’s eyebrows furrowed as she found herself explaining the routine steps to your preferred aftercare scene that she had engraved in her mind like a sacred text since starting her relationship with you, but Maria merely scoffed and stood up herself, tenderly handing your panties back to Wanda who took them appreciatively. 

“I’ll get her some water. You make sure that she’s okay.” Was her affectionately mumbled response. You didn’t really pay any attention to Natasha easing your panties back up your legs, or Wanda softly fixing your top over your breasts, but by time Maria returned with a glass of water, you were dressed and snuggled into Wanda’s lap contently, holding tightly to Natasha’s hand, just barely able to focus on the credits rolling across the screen.  

“Thank you.” You mumbled to Maria when she passed the water off to you, smiling encouragingly before she took a seat next to Carol again, seemingly unphased by what had just happened, although it did ease the knot of anxiety in your belly. Nothing had changed, they didn’t see you any differently, and if anything, these were the best post-scene cuddles that Wanda had ever given, partly because her possessiveness fueled her need to hold you tight and stake her claim despite there being no threat. 

“What do you say we watch Halloween Town?” Carol mused, seemingly just as eager to assure your comfortability as Maria, to which you were beyond grateful for. 

“Twitches. Someone thinks it’s fun to watch witch movies and compare everything about them to me.” Wanda giggled, pressing a chaste kiss to the crown of your head, silently settling the question of which film would be the one that you all agreed to pay attention to. Maria agreed easily, fighting Natasha for the remote and winning, victoriously scrolling through your streaming platform until she found what she desired. 

“I love you.” You mumbled to Wanda, slouching against her chest as your attention drifted between her soft touch and the opening scene beginning to play at a low volume. 

“I love you too, baby. So much more than you’ll ever know.”

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Marvel women fucking you with a strap-on

♡︎Afab!Reader

Wanda has a big strap-on but she’s careful to only give you as much of it as you can handle, always complimenting how well you’re taking her regardless. missionary is her go-to position, she likes to watch your face while she’s inside you and the eye-contact and closeness are her little ways of keeping things intimate and loving no matter how hard she’s fucking you.

Natasha loves watching you suck her strap-on, getting it nice and ready to fuck you while she breaths out your praises. She’s so gentle and slow as she enters you, letting you adjust to her length before it’s like a switch is flipped and she’s fucking you stupid, putting all her strength into her deep thrusts that you’re sure to still feel the impact of the next day.

Carol is a bit of a tease, grinding her strap-on against your folds until you’re dripping wet and desperate to be fucked. This isn't just because she likes to watch you squirm (though she does), all the foreplay is also to prep you because she goes HARD when she's fucking you. Really she's careful to only use a fraction of her strength but that's more than enough to have you stupid and seeing stars.

Valkyrie wants to take you in every position imaginable and you’d be lucky to cum before she has. She’ll be fucking you from behind one minute then pull you into her lap, guiding your hips up and down on her strap-on the next. Regardless of your position, she never neglects your clit while she’s fucking you and it causes the best kind of overstimulation.

Kate doesn't fuck you, she gets fucked. You'd think her strap-on was her real cock with the way she writhes when you touch it, so putting on a show always does it for her. What she really likes is watching you ride her, she loves the view of you chasing your orgasm on top of her. Plus with you leading she can make sure she's giving your clit and tits attention.

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Their Princess

Mob bosses!Wandanat x Carol, Valkyrie, and Kate x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/sub dynamics, R refers to Wanda and Natasha as Mommy and Daddy, Overstimulation, polyamory, slight exhibitionism, training/conditioning(implied), objectification, jealousy/envy, orgasm control, aftercare

Authors notes: Fuck I've never written anything like this before and I struggled a bit with it. Thank you @scarlethexelove for helping me figure out what I'd be doing with everyone and how to end it.

You loved being their princess. 

Wanda and Natasha, the powerful mob bosses who run the city with elegance and terror, have a soft spot for you. They made it clear that you're their favorite plaything, cherished and protected. Their desire for you is known to all in their inner circle, and when they’re off handling serious business, they make sure you’re well taken care of—especially during meetings that might take longer than expected.

Today was no different. The luxurious house, well practically a mansion, where they housed you was immaculate, all sleek marble, soft rugs, and leather furniture, everything pristine as a reflection of their control over the world outside. 

You had the place to yourself for the most part, but not entirely. Wanda and Natasha left you in the care of three members of their trusted circle: Carol, Val, and Kate.

While you had been left in their hands for protection, it quickly became apparent they had other things in mind.

Carol leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, her short blonde hair mussed up in that effortless way, the corner of her mouth curled in amusement as she watched you. 

Val lounged casually in a nearby chair, swirling a glass of bourbon, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. Kate, meanwhile, sat beside you on the couch, her posture deceptively relaxed. But you could feel the tension brewing between them.

“So,” Carol said, breaking the silence, “how do you feel about killing time with us until our two bosses come back?” Her eyes raked over you slowly taking in the little outfit Wanda had decided today. A short plaid skirt, a tight low cut top, and a pair of cute slip-on sneakers.

You shifted under their gazes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no mistaking their intent. They had been instructed to watch over you, but they clearly had other plans.

Val set her glass down and leaned forward, her smirk widening. “I’d say we’re more than capable of keeping you occupied,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

Kate’s hand moved to your thigh, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your skin. Your legs instinctively opened, making you bite the inside of your lip. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice playful. “They won’t be back for a while.”

You swallowed, glancing nervously between the three of them. You knew Wanda and Natasha were possessive. You were their favorite, after all. But a part of you couldn’t deny the excitement rushing through your veins.

Val noticed your hesitation and chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling. We won’t tell if you don’t.”

Carol’s smirk deepened as she pushed off the doorframe, moving to join you on the couch, sitting on your other side. “They’ll understand,” she murmured, her fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re theirs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while they’re gone.”

Kate, already leaning close, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, her lips warm against your skin. “We’ll take good care of you,” she whispered.

The combination of their closeness and the promises in their eyes made your pulse quicken. Carol’s grip on your chin tightened slightly as her gaze darkened, while Val’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched, clearly enjoying your predicament. Kate’s fingers slid higher up your thigh, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you.

“I wonder who’s going to leave the most memorable impression,” Val mused with a sly smile, standing up and circling the couch, her eyes never leaving you. “Or maybe it’ll be a little of all of us.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as Carol leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “We’re going to have so much fun, sweetheart.”

Kate's hand finally found its spot over your panties, rubbing tight circles against you and pulling a moan out of your lips. Your head lulled back and went to the side as Carol’s lips moved up your neck. Val’s hands found your chest. Pinching your nipples making more moans spill out your lips.

Just as the tension between all of you reached its peak, the sound of the penthouse door unlocking echoed through the room. All eyes snapped toward the entrance, where Wanda and Natasha stepped inside, looking as imposing as ever.

Wanda’s sea-glass eyes swept over the scene, taking in the way you were surrounded by their trusted companions. Natasha’s deep green gaze narrowed slightly as her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Seems like we’re interrupting,” Natasha remarked, her voice smooth but dangerous.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “We leave for one meeting, and you all start without us?”

The three women quickly backed off, looking both amused and a little apprehensive under the gazes of the mob bosses.

Wanda approached you first, cupping your cheek with a possessive touch. “Did they behave themselves?” she asked softly, but the glint in her eyes warned that she already knew the answer.

Natasha came to stand behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Don’t worry, printsessa. You’re still ours,” she whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Natasha looks at the three of them before moving over to the loveseat. Letting her muscular arm rest along the back, you felt yourself throb seeing her veins. 

“Go on you three. Show us what you can do.” Tasha speaks as she motions Wanda to come sit with her. 

Carol was the first to move, pulling out her strap as she lifted you. She sat herself down and then you on her lap, letting you slowly sink down onto her cock.

She had you facing outward. Seeing Wanda and Natasha watch you like their favorite movie while Kate came back over. Moving between your legs and letting her lips wrap around your clit; sucking, making you moan out and your head lull back before Val is grabbing your face and guiding you to her strap. 

You let your lips wrap around the faux cock just as you do with Wanda and Tasha. Moans and whimpers come out of you.

Build up after build up happens, but you know there won't be a release not from these three. You're fuzzy and your vision is a little blurry as you look at Mommy. 

Wanda is giving you a faux pout, "Go on detka, say it." And you whine out  

"I need Mommy and Daddy to cum!" You cry out. You're overstimulated by all the build up. You knew they'd been training you, but you never thought it would actually work. 

"Stop." Natasha demands of the others. They all immediately stop what they are doing. 

"Let us show you three how it's really done." Wanda walks to you.  

You're already all hazy and needy, so you're reaching out for Wanda, and she picks you up right out of Carol’s lap. You can feel her strap and Nat comes up behind you, whispering in your ear, "You need Mommy and Daddy? How about you ride Mommy while Daddy fucks you in the ass?"

All you can do is let out a high-pitched whine and nuzzle into Wanda. 

"Those aren't words princess." Tasha whispers in your ear.

"Please let me ride Mommy while Daddy fucks my ass..." You whine out and the two mob bosses smirk at each other. 

"Good girl." Wanda kisses your head. Taking the both of you to the couch. She positions herself, laying down with you hovering over her strap. Nat climbs up behind you. 

Nat pushes inside of you first and you practically cum just from that. Then Wanda is pulling you down onto her. You're already trembling from them filling you up.

It's all overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You just desperately need them. 

"Pl-please... Mommy, Daddy, need you." You whine out. 

"Oh our poor girl just needs to be used. Doesn't she?" Wanda asks and you nod frantically. 

"Yes Mommy please need you both to use me." And the two of them don't hesitate on their thrusts. Fucking you brainless. You end up losing track of how many times you've cum before both of them empty into you. 

You collapse onto Wanda as Nat pulls out to go clean up and grab something for you two. You blink a few times and see the other three girls, naked and looking just as blissed out as you. You'd completely forgotten they were there watching.

Wanda runs her fingers up and down your spine. To sooth you as you nuzzle into her chest. She kisses your head. "Such a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. Such a good toy." She mumbles against your head. 

It sends a shiver through you. She'd do it every time to ground you back down. You smile and close your eyes. Wanda looked over at the other three girls. "See that's how you make her cum. Though it was a losing game you were playing. We trained her months ago only to cum for us, by us." 

The girls all let out a groan as they lay in a mess of tangled limbs. You let out a little whine, nuzzling and hiding your face against Wanda. She chuckles and shushes you.  

Natasha walks back in with bottles of water and some snacks. 

"Come on all of you, water, snacks, time for some aftercare." Luckily for everyone the couch was enormous and though you wanted to stay with Wanda you lean up and whisper in her ear, 

"Can I snuggle with Kate?" Wanda furrows her brow a moment, but then she notices the slightly hurt expression on Kate's face as Val and Carol get comfy together. 

"Go on princess. I've got Tasha." You smile and kiss her before grabbing a blanket and Kate's hand. She's taken by surprise as you pull the two of you over to the chaise and get comfy. 

Everyone gets comfy as light flickers from the fireplace and Wanda puts on one of her favorite sitcoms. 

You nuzzle into Kate as you slowly drift in and out of sleep. The room is peaceful, with everyone comfortable and snuggled up. 

Everyone slowly drifted off to sleep. The last thing on your mind being, it was worth catching Wanda's eyes at the diner that day.

[imaginedanvrs]

ready or not, here we come

ghostface!wandanatcarol x reader

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word count: 5.3k

warnings: home invasion, death threats, knife play, cutting, some blood, slapping, stalking, begging, fingering, restraint, strap on sex (r receiving), anal, double penetration, triple penetration, overestimation, implied character death. lmk if i missed anything

It was pretty much a once in a lifetime moment for you to have the entire house to yourself, so you were more than prepared to take full advantage. Trouble was, there were too many options and only one night to fulfil as much as you could.

  You could have brought someone home from your local bar to fool around with on whatever surface you pleased, though that meant being away from the house for a couple hours because your home was outside of town. You could have dug up your secret bag of weed in the back of your closet to smoke the house down, but if the potent smell still lingered when your parents strolled through the door the next day then you would be in deep shit. Maybe you should have just gotten off and made the most of not worrying about being too loud while enjoying your own company. 

  When you stepped into the lounge your eyes landed on the tv standing proudly at the front. Then again, maybe you could just watch your favourite horror films on the best quality screen in the house without anyone around to make noises of disgust at the kill scenes. Paired with the raw cookie dough your mum always scolded you for eating, it could be the perfect night. 

  You dashed upstairs and swiftly changed into your sleeping shorts and shirt, unaware of the heavy gaze that watched you strip. You practically lived in the middle of nowhere and had never really felt the need to close your blinds when you changed. Or even when you slept. It was a good area - quiet. 

  Just as your bare feet hit the downstairs landing, the phone rang through the hall. You considered ignoring it because whoever was on the other line certainly wasn’t going to be calling for you and from the sounds of it, half the people that your parents answered to were reps or scammers. Still, you were willing to bet the one phone call you didn’t answer was the one someone in the house was expecting but never mentioned. 

  “Hello?” You asked as you eyed the kitchen you were eager to get to. 

  “Hello?” A male voice came through.

  “Yes?” You frowned, wanting to get on with your evening and not entertain whoever was giving up their own Friday night to call your house.

  “Who is this?” The man asked. 

  “Who are you trying to reach?” You questioned back, maintaining your manners despite not being the least bit interested. 

  “What number is this?” He continued. Okay, you were done with this. 

  “Probably not the one you’re looking for,” you chuckled. “Goodnight,” you said and placed the phone back on the receiver without another word. You started back towards the kitchen when the phone rang behind you again. 

  Seriously?

  You glanced back at the device, wondering if it was just playing up but after several tones you trudged back and picked it up. “Hello,” you answered. 

  “I’m sorry, I had the wrong number,” the man told you with a certain calmness you were supposed to be feeling while you devoured the sugary treat you were craving. 

  “So why’d you dial it again?”

  “To apologise,” he said simply.

  “You’re forgiven, goodnight,” you repeated but apparently the caller wasn’t ready to say goodbye yet. 

  “Wait, wait. Don’t hang up,” he insisted and you wondered briefly if he was as stoned as you could have been. He sounded it.

  “What?”

  “I wanna talk to you for a minute,” he said. You rolled your eyes, mildly amused by the caller’s unusual antics. 

  “There are other numbers for that, bye,” you informed lightly, pressing the phone down firmer than before. You strolled away and the silence remained. 

  The caller left your mind as soon as you began mixing together the ingredients you needed and left your house in a comfortable silence as you worked. Your hands worked absently, placing everything together until you were done. The moment you finished washing your hands, the phone rang again.

  You huffed, picking up the device. “Hello?” You asked, patience clearly running out. 

  “Why don’t you wanna talk to me?” You weren’t surprised to hear his voice.

  “Who is this?” You frowned as you gathered the bowl and a drink in your free hand. 

  “You tell me,” he replied, like he was such a smart ass. “You tell me your name and I’ll tell you mine,” he said playfully. You scoffed a little.

  “I don’t think so,” you told him though you weren’t so quick to hang up this time, hoping that entertaining him for a bit longer would make him stop. 

  “What is that?” He asked instead when you placed the bowl down on the table. 

  “Just something to snack on while I watch a movie,” you explained absently as you retrieved your drink. 

  “What kind?”

  “Just some scary movie,” you told him vaguely because you hadn’t decided on one yet. 

  “You like scary movies?” You smiled at the teasing manner he used whenever people were trying to scare their friends, willing to bet he was leading up to something.

  “Uh huh.”

  “What’s your favourite scary movie?” He asked and you grinned more. 

  “Halloween,” you recited at once. “I like the classics. What’s yours?”

  “Guess.” You opened up Netflix on the tv to put the film on and saw a few horror titles on there to give you some inspiration. “No cheating,” he warned and you scoffed again. 

  “Nightmare on Elm Street,” you suggested. He merely chuckled. 

  “So, you got a boyfriend?” The mystery caller continued. You didn’t comment on the random change of topics as you ventured leisurely around your house double checking all of the locks before you got ready to hang up and settle down. 

  “No, why? Do you want to ask me out on a date?” You entertained further. It wasn’t like you were ever going to meet this guy.

  “Maybe,” he chuckled. “You never did tell me your name?”

  “Why do you wanna know my name?” You approached the front door with an excited spring in your step. 

  “Because I wanna know who I’m looking at.” You swallowed thickly with your hand on the handle of the door, feeling an icy cold drop in your chest as you stood perfectly still. 

  “What did you say?” You spoke slowly, turning the lock on the door without checking if it was already locked or not. 

  “I said I wanna know who I’m talking to,” he replied simply as you exhaled with forceful steadiness. You didn’t respond to him as you switched the porch light on and peered outside. “Hello?” Came the voice as you scanned the area the light cast onto. You found nothing and in a way that felt worse. 

  “Look, I gotta go,” you told him as you turned the porch light off, feeling the need to make it look as though there was no one in the house. Whoever was calling was probably just some bored teenager that wanted to scare you. Maybe they knew you from school and had heard you in passing mention your love for horror movies. 

  “You hang up on me and I’ll gut you like a fish,” he spat, shifting his tone entirely. “Understand?” You didn’t respond, too busy flickering your gaze over every window and door in your immediate vicinity. “Yeah.” You could hear the smile in the sick fucks voice as your hands began to shake. 

  “I wanna play a game with you,” he said. “Can you handle that?” There was a clear taunt to his voice as you approached the window closest to you and peered out into the pitch black. You remembered your science teacher making a comment about light being on one side of a window at night. Though you couldn’t make out a thing in the darkness, anyone on the other side of that glass could see you in your fearful entirety. 

  “Can you see me?” 

  “Listen, I am two seconds from calling the police,” you warned, entirely too aware of how unthreatening you appeared when your voice was shaking and tears were stuck in your throat. 

  “They’d never make it in time,” he told you. 

  “What do you want?” You whimpered, pacing through your home. 

  “To see what your insides look like.” You hung up the phone and frantically dialled the three numbers you needed when the doorbell rang. You stumbled backwards through the corridor to get to the other side of the house while your blurred eyes stayed glued to the front door. 

  “Leave me alone!” You screamed though it did nothing to warn off the trespasser because less than a second later a cloaked figure smashed through the glass door behind you. They shook off the glass and slight disorientation as you bolted out of the room, dropping the phone in your fright. You had never felt fear like it as you heard them run after you, heavy boots crunching on the glass they had shattered to reach you. 

  You had just enough time to unlock and open the front door as you heard the cloaked figure advance and for a brief second you had a spark of hope that if you just kept running, you would escape them. The last thing you had expected was to throw open the door and be faced with the same eerie ghost mask you hadn’t gotten the chance to see the other invader wear. You didn’t give it much thought though, because it was more than obvious that whoever was behind that mask was not someone that wanted to help you. 

  Miraculously, you dodged them both when they lunged for you, sprinting to your right with no real plan as to how you could escape them both while inside your home. Your blood was pumping as fast as the adrenaline struck every limb in your body, willing you to just move. You obeyed, running full force into the solid body that appeared out of nowhere. 

  You grunted and before you could fall down on your own, the third masked figure took hold of your shirt and threw you down to the hard floor behind them with ease. You hit the wooden floor hard, your ribs taking the full impact and aching in protest to the bend they endured. You ignored the ache that was dulled by the shock and scrambled to get to your feet and give yourself some fighting chance against the odds, but a military style boot pressed firmly into the centre of your back and held you in place. Your lungs screamed at the suppression but you were in no state to help. 

  “Please,” you cried out as you tried to reach behind you to scratch at any exposed skin you could find. “I have money,” you attempted to negotiate with tears streaming down your cheeks. 

  “Aw, she has money,” one of them echoed. You recognised that haunting voice. 

  “You,” you whispered. 

  “Me,” the guy from the phone answered back. 

  “Look at all the effort I’ve gone to. Can I ask you out on a date now?” The others chuckled and you frowned at how similar they all sounded. 

  “I’ll do anything,” you told them, still struggling under their weight. 

  “Yes,” they said simply. “You will.” Suddenly, you were kicked onto your back and forced to gaze up at the three strangers before you. The first thing you noticed were the knives. They all held the same dagger that glistened threateningly under your home’s lights, itching to have their polished blade’s stained with whatever they desired to take from you. 

  “You’re going to be our first,” the one closest to you declared as they crouched down next to you and tilted their head, as though considering where to start.

  “You should be honoured,” another told as they strolled around the perimeter of the room until they were in your blind spot. “You’re going to be the first one to feel our blades,” they whispered close to your ear and hauled you up by the hair so you were pressed firmly against their cloaked front and unable to squirm away when their menacing blade was pressed against your neck.

  “So we thought we’d do something a little special for you.” Your desperate attempts to claw at the body behind you only served to amuse the other intruders whose cloaks were too thick for your nails even in your survival fueled strength. 

  “Please!” You begged again, unable to escape the coolness of the blade that was dangerously close to your jugular. It was futile to fight against one of them, never mind hope to get past the two that blocked both your exits. 

  “Please,” the one behind you mocked. “Please what?” They waited patiently for your answer as you stared at them in terror. 

  “Please don’t kill me,” you said quickly, knowing it wasn’t going to make a difference. “If you leave I won’t say anything. I don’t know who any of you are,” you reasoned. They looked between each other in silent communication before reaching for the ghost masks and pulling them swiftly from their heads. 

  What the fuck?

  “What about now?” Wanda asked, a smirk gracing the features that you had always admired from afar. Next to her, Natasha’s gaze bore into yours, void of the clear excitement her girlfriend had and instead looking at you like one of her hunting trophies she had collected from far too young an age. 

  You couldn’t see her, but Carol’s unmistakable voice was by your side. “Now lets play that game.” Her lips ghosted over your neck just under your ear as she spoke and you felt the knife twitch with her impatience. 

  “So competitive,” Wanda chided but her smirk didn’t waver. Natasha remained silent as she watched you. 

  “We’ll give you a five second head start to run,” Carol told you as she reluctantly moved her knife away and shoved you forwards. The pair in front of you stepped aside to create a clear path to the opened front door. 

  “Five,” Carol began and you sprung to your feet. To all of their surprise, you didn’t go for the door, you went for the stairs. 

  The three women were the best athletes in your school and you knew that if you ran out of the house you would have no chance of outrunning any of them, but maybe if you got ahold of the handgun your dad kept in his bedroom, you would stand a better chance of surviving the night. 

  “Four,” they continued as you ascended the stairs, scrambling over the steps quicker than you ever had in your life, even when you were a young child that thought monsters might be following you in the dark. Except this time they really were. 

  “Three.” You barged into your parents room and made for the safe in the corner. 

  “Two.” Your fingers fumbled against the number pad, making you enter the code wrong the first time until it clicked in confirmation for you to swing the door open to present an empty space. Your heart plummeted. 

  “One.” There was no time to ponder the location of the missing weapon, the only thing you could do was sprint to the best exit available. 

  “Ready or not, here we come,” Carol taunted as three sets of boots thudded up the stairs. Taking your chance, you ran to your own room towards the window that was in place just above the porch’s shelter. If you jumped from your own window down to the roof, there would be less chance of you injuring yourself and you would have a better shot of outrunning the intruders. 

  By the time you made it to your window, the first of the three was in your room just in time to see you struggling to pry open the old wood. Your heart hammered in your chest, refusing to look back at them as you failed to get a good grip on the window, unaware that it had been glued shut an hour prior. 

  “It’s almost a shame how predictable you are,” Natasha told you, grabbing you by the arm and hauling you on to your bed. Just as you landed, you leant back and put all of your energy into swinging your elbow into her ribs. She stumbled back at the impact and you moved to strike again but a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist and lifted you just an inch off the floor. “But at least you’ve got some fight in you,” Natasha quipped as she watched you flair about in Carol’s arms. 

  “Fuck you!” You spat, realising that begging and compromising weren’t going to help you. “Let me go!”

  “But darling, we can’t let you run off now. You’re bleeding,” Wanda told you, voice thick with concern you knew she didn’t have. You frowned, unable to recall when their knives had actually broken skin until you were introduced to Natasha’s dagger. She swiped the fierce blade across your abdomen, slicing through your thin shirt and leaving a trail of red across your skin that made you hiss. It wasn’t deep, but the next one was. 

  “And now you’ve messed up your clothes,” Carol added as she held you firmly against her so that Wanda could tear your shirt off you while you continued to struggle. 

  “You poor thing,” the Sokovian pouted as she examined the scarlet streaks across your stomach, tracing them with her fingers and smearing the blood up to your tits. She groped and pinched at your hardened nipples, chuckling when you turned your head to the side with a whine. 

  “Stop,” you whimpered, voice small. 

  “You’re not in charge here,” Carol warned. Her fingers were digging into your hips so firmly that you were sure she was going to leave you with bruises. You were powerless against it as you squirmed in her grasp, even as she threw you down onto your bed. 

  “Fuck!” You cried out when you felt another slash hit the back of your thighs. You tried to scramble away but a gloved hand wrapped itself around the back of your neck and held you down into the mattress. 

  “You had your chance to run,” Wanda said as she appeared on your pillows and switched her hold to your hair to tug you up and face her. You gritted your teeth with a glare, not ready to give up your fight yet. “Now you do as we say.”

  You continued to glare at the Sokovian as a strong pair of gloved hands lifted your hips up to slide your shorts and underwear down painfully slowly, just because they could. The cold air hit you and sent a shiver through your body while your cheeks heard in embarrassment at being so exposed to the woman. You were sure Wanda’s heavy gaze noticed, but she didn’t comment, instead focused on rubbing her covered thumb across your lips. 

  “Open up.” She tapped them twice but you kept your lips firmly together. She smiled, amused, then delivered a harsh slap to your cheeks that heated them further. You still didn’t comply until she slapped you harder and your mouth fell open in shock, giving Wanda the chance to slip her fingers into your mouth and immediately press down on your tongue. You went to bite down on the rough material but the hand in your hair was suddenly gripping your jaw and holding it apart. You gagged slightly around her digits, trying your best to block out the laughter you heard around the room. 

  “I bet you’ll look so good choking on my strap,” Wanda mumbled, enchanted by the sight of you drooling around her gloves. Your protests were incoherent and you had a hard time not letting your head empty as Wanda slowly thrust her fingers. Even when she took her fingers out to pull her gloves off before filling your mouth again, you didn’t mumble a complaint…until you felt two fingers stroke your bare cunt. 

  You tried to twist around to at least see who it was, but Wanda was adamant on keeping your gaze fixed on her as one of the women collected the wetness you didn’t know was there and rubbed several circles on your clit. Your hips bucked involuntarily and you whined around Wanda’s digits. 

  “What was it that got you so sweet, doll?” Carol asked. “Was it when Natasha cut you? When we chased you up the stairs? Told you all those nasty things on the phone?” The blonde didn’t expect an answer and didn’t wait for one. She pushed two fingers forwards, groaning when your pussy took her in. You heard her curse and wanted to thrash away, but it was hard to deny how good it felt to have her skilled fingers inside you. 

  “Desperate whore,” Natasha commented as she appeared by Wanda’s side. The pair shared a passionate kiss as the Sokovian continued to thrust her own fingers and you couldn’t help but clench at the sight. 

  “You like watching them, doll? I didn’t take you for a voyeur,” Carol chuckled, curling her digits to elicit the reaction she wanted. You moaned when she brushed against the spot you needed, momentarily forgetting about the weapons they held until Natasha placed hers against your jugular. 

  “Malysh, let us play a little longer,” Wanda pouted to her lover. Natasha’s blank eyes bore into your own, still void of the excitement the other women held. Still, she pulled her knife away with a huff, making her girlfriend giggle as though she had become giddy at the promise of impending violence. “Let’s keep her entertained so she doesn’t regret that, huh?” Wanda whispered with a grin. You had always loved seeing her smile from afar, but in that moment you could only see the craze that sparkled in her eyes. She was terrifying, but still beautiful. 

  Almost so beautiful that between her and the fingers still steadily fucking you, you didn’t notice her unzip her trousers and pull out her strap until she was forcing you down on it. Your gags filled the room as she pushed you down by the back of your head, moaning softly at the way you struggled to take her. Tears filled your eyes and a distinct burning started up at the back of your throat as Wanda tried to break through. Your lips were wrapped so perfectly around her that she couldn’t help but buck her hips up slightly to chase some friction at your expense while you hit her thighs. 

  “Fuck, you get so tight when you can’t breath,” Carol groaned as pushed a third finger into you and scissored her digits slightly to enhance the stretch. Before you could grow accustomed, she pulled her soaked fingers out and pressed her own silicone toy between your legs. She prodded bashfully at your throbbing clit until you were shaking, wetting the length of the toy. 

  Carol muttered a curse when she pressed the head of her cock against your entrance that refused to part for her. You whimpered around the toy stuffing your mouth, feeling how large Carol was against you and how much it might hurt when she-

  “Take it,” the blonde hissed when she finally forced her strap inside your cunt. Your legs gave out but she quickly took hold of your hips and used them to thrust further, deeper, inside you. 

  “How’s that feel, love?” Wanda asked as she brushed your hair away from your features that were blurred with pain and pleasure. The stretch was intense and it was hard to imagine a point that you would even begin to adjust to Carol’s size as she refused to let up, adamant that you take all of her. “You look so pretty getting stuffed like a good fucktoy,” she told you, almost in a singsong tone. “Don’t you think?” Wanda turned to her partner who sat in your chair to the side, her gaze dead set on you. If you hadn’t already been so overstimulated, you would have shuddered. Natasha was looking at you like you were her prey and you couldn’t hold her gazy any longer. 

  Carol didn’t pause for a second when her hips finally pressed against your own. She didn’t give you a moment to adjust or prepare, she instantly drew her hips back only to slam the entire length back into your abused cunt. You cried out, tears streaming down your cheeks. 

  Wanda cooed at the sight of you struggling to take them both, whispering condescending praises that you couldn’t pick up entirely. ‘Sweet fuck’ and ‘good whore’ were all you picked up as Wanda held you by the hair and made you continuously deepthroat her own toy while Carol pumped her cock in from behind, pace unrelenting. Your cunt burned in a pleasure you never could have imagined, bringing out moans you didn’t want to please the intruders with but couldn’t stop. It just felt so good to be used. Too good, more than you could hold off on. 

  “Gonna cum,” you managed to communicate when your whines grew louder and Wanda pulled you off her strap, spit down your chin and coating her toy. 

  “Cum for us,” Wanda said, pupils blown with lust at the sight beneath her. She pushed her strap back into your mouth but this time angled it slightly lower so that the harness could provide better friction for her clit. You didn’t realise what you were doing for her until you registered the stutter of her hips as she came with you. 

  “Fuck,” Wanda voiced as you cried out around her strap, clenching and pulsing around the cock in your pussy as Carol continued to fuck you relentlessly, pace still harsh. You shuddered and moaned, unable to distinguish up from down as your high was drawn out and you were sent toppling into a second one. 

  “Greedy thing,” you vaguely heard Natasha mutter as she stood up from the chair. Her boots thudded as she stalked towards the tangle of bodies, still only eyeing you. 

  “Come on, Nat. If she wants more, let's give her more,” Carol said, a smirk on her features that you never got to see. Natasha hummed, a trace of a smile threatening to break through.

  As pathetic as it was, you could have cried when Carol pulled out. You immediately felt empty but bit your tongue when you felt a pair of hands haul you up the bed until you were straddling Wanda’s own piece that glistened in the low light. She didn’t give you any instructions or warnings, merely pulled your hips down until you were half way filled with her strap. Without anything to stop you this time, your moans bounced off of the walls. 

  Despite the laughter you heard, you were also met with a firm slap to the face from Natasha. She still had her gloves on and had more force to the act than Wanda did, more aggression. It was clear that out of the three, she was the one that wanted to hurt you the most. She grabbed your chin, assessing you for a hard minute as you grinded into the base of Wanda’s strap. 

  “Danvers, come here,” she said without taking her eyes off of you. Carol grumbled something about the redhead not being in charge but complied as the two swapped places. It unnerved you greatly to know she was lurking somewhere behind you, but the other women kept your focus on them. 

  Wanda suddenly bucked her hips up and took a hold of your waist, making you follow her shallow thrusts as though she didn’t want to be that far from you. It meant that the head of her cock hit the back of your pussy more often and with more force and it felt incredible. 

  “You look so good like this,” Wanda husked, her accent slipping through slightly in her haze. 

  “Keep her still,” Natasha’s voice came behind you. Wanda stilled her movements and slapped your thigh when you tried to move against her. You met her smirk with a silent plea until you felt two wet fingers prod against your ass. 

  “Wait-” you tried but Natasha was already pushing them into the first knuckle, despite your discomfort. 

  “No,” the redhead said back as her lips ghosted over your shoulder and her teeth sunk into your skin. You whined at the dual pain and in trying to move away only made the strap shift inside you. 

  It was all too much as you felt Natasha begin to thrust her fingers into your ass steadily. She twisted and curled her fingers before fanning them out to open you up while Wanda began to move your hips once more. The discomfort and pleasure blurred together until you found yourself craving anything they gave you. Your moans picked up more when Carol’s lips found your nipples. 

  “You’ll take what we give you,” Natasha said, gliding her dagger around your torso where the looming threat settled. She pulled her fingers out of your tightest hole only to swiftly replace them with her strap.

  “Fuck, please!” You gasped at the sudden intrusion. “Too much,” you tried to communicate as you felt your body stretch once more. 

  “Shut her up,” Natasha huffed as she bore more of her weight down on you so that you took more of her piece. Your walls stretched so painfully that you almost didn’t register the cut to your torso. You cried out and fell against Wanda only to be pushed back so Carol could slide her strap between your lips. 

  With all three of them pounding into you in a purely primal manner, your body finally gave in to their assaults. Your eyes glazed over, unable to focus on any one thing as every thought in your mind struggled to make itself known. All you were aware of was the way seemingly every nerve in your defeated body was ablaze with an onslaught on sensations. The three women eventually found a rhythm to fall into together that ensured you were never empty, even as drops of blood fell from your scarlet chest you were too lost in the pleasure to acknowledge. 

  “You’re going to be the prettiest victim,” Natasha mumbled against your ear, biting the lobe softly. You whimpered, though not in fear. Their straps were hitting your depths over and over, never letting up for a second. Your holes welcomed them greedily, clenching around the silicone everytime they pulled out and making each woman grunt at the tightness. They made comments you mostly missed, but the degradation you picked up on only made you wetter, as Wanda pointed out. They were ruthless and even when you came again, they didn’t stop. 

  You whined around Carol’s toy, trying desperately to communicate how sore and used you felt. You needed a break to let your body recover, but it was made clear to you that you were done when the three women agreed you were. They pulled more orgasms from your wrecked frame, not caring when you soaked Wanda’s thighs with your cum or Carol’s with your spit. When you eventually passed out from the overstimulation, they withdrew. 

  You slumped against the Sokovian in an exhausted heap, barely able to keep your eyes open as she cooed to you how much of a perfect slut you were for them. You mumbled a protest when you were manoeuvred onto your back on the bed, finally opening your eyes to see Wanda leaning over you with a deranged look upon her face and shimmering knife in hand. “I know,” she said softly when your eyes widened in fear and tried to move your spent frame. “It’s scary, but you knew this bit would happen,” she continued, stroking your face as she dug the knife under your chin. 

  Carol and Wanda appeared at her side and you finally saw Natasha smile. She was smug, they all were. They had won. “Thank you for this, baby,” Wanda said, raising her dagger above her head. “You’ll look beautiful with our knives in you.”

  Then she struck.

[hard-core-super-star]

the good, the bad, and the dirty [kinktober special]

pairing: sugardaddy!kate bishop x sub!reader x dom!wanda maximoff x dom!carol danver x dom!natasha romanoff

summary: kate might be young and inexperienced but she's a damn good negotiator. so, in search of a merger that will catapult bishop security to the top of the food chain, she shares her most prized possession with the other CEOs.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI -> porn with almost no plot but a bit of exposition; slightly dubcon at first but consent is given!; kate being far too cocky for her own good; daddy kink [kate]; mommy kink [wanda]; fingering [R receiving]; cunnilingus [R receiving]; mentions of humiliation; so many petnames; praise + degradation; brief choking; voyeurism; a dash of petplay/R being referred to as "pet"; implied dom/sub dynamics

wordcount: 3.5k

a/n: hihihi, it's me again! i thought my last fic was the smuttiest fic i'd ever written but i think this one takes the cake. it's an idea i've been toying with for a long time and i'm very excited to send it out to the world. there's so much more i want to do with this concept so the ending is a little open. SPEAKING OF! i'm pretty sure i'll end up writing a part two to my recent wandanat fic so keep an eye out for that. anyway, hope you enjoy <3 [and like always, feel free to share your thoughts via my inbox]

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Never in your life would you have imagined you'd end up being the girlfriend of one of New York's youngest, and richest, CEOs. More than that, you would have never imagined you'd agree to being her sugar baby. And yet...here you were.

In your defense, Kate Bishop could be very persuasive when she wanted to be. Especially when she wanted something.

You're not sure what about you captivated her so much but you hadn't been able to shake her off after your first meeting. There was nothing even particularly exciting about how you met.

You had gone into a ridiculously expensive, and awfully busy, coffee shop around Fifth Avenue in search of a good drink and a sweet pastry to take the sting off of being fired yet again. In your frustration, you hadn't noticed Kate's speeding form and she'd ended up running into you.

Thankfully, there was no coffee spilled, but that didn't stop the brunette from offering you far too many apologies in a short span of time. You'd never been particularly bold and yet, you told her she could buy you a drink to make up for it.

Your boldness was rewarded by the young CEO and before you knew it, Kate had become a part of your daily routine.

The relationship slowly progressed into something less sweet the more time you spent with her. The more you got to learn about her desires, about her need to take care of her partner in every way possible.

Her trauma probably had a lot to do with that, but instead of spending her money on therapy, she spent it on you. Hence her transition from supportive girlfriend to devoted sugar daddy.

It might not the world's greatest arrangement, by any means, but there's no denying your fondness for the young CEO. 

Sure, she can be reckless and borderline cruel when she wants to be, but for all her flaws, she feels like...safety.

It's what keeps you coming back to her. It's not the money, or the expensive toys, or the endless gifts, or even her looks. It's the way she can read you with a single look. The way she's so fine-tuned to everything that makes you tick. Whether it's in the bedroom or outside of it, Kate knows you. 

More than that, she relishes in it. In knowing you better than you know yourself and guiding you through the ups and downs that come with a relationship like yours.

There's nothing Kate loves more than surprising you with things you've always wanted to try but can never ask for. She gets the usual rush of power that she loves so much, but she also gets to please you, which you're quickly learning matters to her far more than anything else.

Maybe that's why you should have known what she wanted when she asked you to come to the office with her. You knew she had an important meeting set for later in the day, something about a business proposal she was trying to finish up, but she asked you to come with her anyway.

Everything was normal until she felt for her meeting, only to ask you to come into the room a few minutes later.

You obeyed pretty much instantly, but your obidience didn't take away your nervousness as you stepped into the room.

"Come here, princess." Kate's voice is sweet but no less firm as her eyes rake up and down your body.

The underlying command in her words can't be ignored, not that you'd try even if you could. 

You're acutely aware of the eyes trained on you as you make your way over to the brunette. The smirk on her face is far more attractive than it has any right to be and she happily extends her hand out to you once you're close enough.

She helps you climb onto her lap, your back flush against her front. The warmth of her body helps your tense muscles relax as you sink back against her.

"Good girl," she murmurs, her arms wrapping loosely around your waist. "Just sit here and look pretty for me, okay?"

You hum in response and do your best to keep your nervous fidgeting to a minimum.

The meeting resumes as if nothing happened and yet the other women's eyes seem to return to you every few seconds. You try to keep your head down and ignore their looks, but there's a certain fire in them that you can't ignore.

Wanda's gaze seems particularly intense and it makes your thighs clench together despite how badly you don't want them to.

If anybody notices, they don't say anything. Kate's hand makes its way onto your lap, though, her fingers slowly tracing shapes across your thighs.

"You can't be serious, Kate," you hear Natasha say. "A merger will never work."

"Why not?" Kate questions. "We've all got the means to support it and I doubt jealousy will be an issue."

"You sure about that?" Carol asks, her eyes trailing back and forth between you and the young CEO.

Kate's grip on you tightens for a second and you barely hold back a gasp as she lifts your leg up, slowly maneuvering you until your legs are spread and you're completely vulnerable to their gazes. "It's why we're all here, isn't it? I have something you guys want and I want you to accept my proposal. I think there's a way for all of us to get exactly what we want."

"Kate," you whisper, your hand shooting down to grab her wrist.

She shushes you before placing a series of feather-light kisses to your neck. "It's alright, baby. Just trust me."

You do trust her, but no amount of trust can make the situation any less nerve wracking. It's impossible to deny your attraction to the other women, though, and as much as you hate to admit it...a part of you is really interested to see how things will play out.

Kate's never been good at sharing her toys and you can't imagine her possessive instincts won't get triggered once things get started.

You're eager to find out and judging by the way she's squirming under you, your lover feels exactly the same way.

"What do you say, ladies?" The brunette asks. "I'll let you have your fun and then we can get back to business. And by business, I, of course, mean you accepting my proposal."

The three women exchange looks, each of them wearing a different kind of incredulous look. Carol looks surprisingly impressed, Natasha's gaze is glued to the spot between your legs, and Wanda seems mostly amused by it all.

None of them seem particularly against the idea, though, and your blood boils with a different kind of heat. You've never felt more desired in your life.

And sure, maybe, you should feel a little humiliated too but you can't find it in yourself to care. Not when you've secretly fantasized about this for longer than you'll ever let yourself admit.

"And you're sure about this?" Wanda asks, her eyes moving from Kate to you. "Both of you?"

Kate's fingers stop moving, leaving you suspended in the air as you try to catch your breath. The check-in is more than appreciated and you allow yourself to think things over. To truly analyze the situation in front of you.

Unfortunately, the situation in front of you is far too intoxicating for you to be able to think properly. All you can focus on is how incredible their attention feels, how weirdly powerful their desire makes you feel. You don't know it, but you've got them all wrapped right around your finger.

They would do anything for you.

"I'm sure," you say, your voice slightly shaky. "I'm in if you are."

"Told you," Kate says. "My good girl isn't afraid of getting a little naughty."

Her words make you clench around nothing, your thighs attempting to close to ease some of the growing ache settled between in your core. The brunette doesn't let you get too far, though. Her hands drift down to grip your thighs, slowly spreading them wider until you're fully spread out on her lap.

The position leaves you vulnerable and far more aroused than you ever thought you would be. Along the way, your skirt had moved up, giving the three CEOs a tantalizing view of your soaked panties.

Carol groans at the sight of you. "Fuck, look at her, she's drenched."

Her words have an instant effect on you and Kate's nails dig into your skin in an attempt to get you to stop squirming so much.

"She's desperate for you," your lover points out almost absentmindedly. "Are you guys gonna stop stalling, or should I give you a preview of what our deal will give you access to?"

"You're getting cocky, Bishop," Natasha says with a low chuckle. "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into."

"Do you?" Kate bites back, her fingers trailing teasingly along your thigh until they reach the soaked fabric of your panties.

The gasp you let out is instantaneous and the sound seems to echo across the large meeting room. It's just one small sound and yet it seems to ignite the same thought in each of the CEOs.

"Fine," Wanda says. "We'll play your game. But don't be surprised when your little girlfriend ends up hooked on us."

 The green-eyed woman's words made Kate laugh. "Trust me, the last thing I'll be is surprised if that happens."

Their conversation did little to soothe your growing need. 

Kate obviously knows that, considering the way she continues teasing you, callused fingers hovering over your aching clit. Your underwear is practically stuck to your slick folds already, giving everyone a perfect view of your dripping entrance.

"Come on, baby." The brunette's breath hits your ear. "You know what you have to do."

You do know. But that doesn't make it any less humiliating. Then again, the slight sting of humiliation also makes it feel better.

"Please," you whimper. "Please touch me. I need you."

Carol can't even try to hold herself back after hearing that. She instantly jumps up from her seat, her smile so sweet it borders on dangerous. "Don't worry, honey, I'll give you exactly what you're begging for."

You're not sure what to expect from her as she approaches you. You watch silently, Kate's hands keeping you spread wide open and grounded in the moment.

"Such a good girl, aren't you, sweetheart?" Carol sinks down onto her knees in front you, instantly leaning in to trail her lips across your inner thigh. "So responsive. It's cute."

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of her mouth on your skin. Her touch is different from Kate's, no less adoring but far less hesitant. She knows exactly what she wants and exactly what to do to get it. She doesn't even need to ask.

Her fingers drag your ruined underwear to the side and she groans as your cunt is finally exposed to her eager eyes. "Fuck, Kate, how do you not spend all day buried inside her?"

The feeling of a hand wrapping around your throat makes you jump. Your eyes open only to be met with Wanda's dark gaze, her lips curling upward as you relax once more. She doesn't speak her approval but the soft squeeze she gives you is more than enough for you.

"I've done it before," Kate admits. "Pretty sure I've fucked her in every corner of my office."

"That's because you're impatient," Natasha says. "And reckless."

The older woman doesn't sound particularly amused by what's happening in front of her, but you don't miss the way she keeps palming at her crotch. Just because she doesn't seem to pleased by this idea doesn't mean she isn't enjoying the show.

Carol steals all your thoughts away in an instant as her tongue makes contact with your folds. You both moan at the feeling and your hands reach out to grip her hair before you can stop them.

Kate stops them for you, though. She grips your wrists and brings them behind your back without a word. 

The blonde between your legs takes advantage of this and her hands make their way onto your thighs. Your hips buck even as she holds you down, her tongue drawing teasing circles around your swollen clit.

"Hands behind your back, baby," Kate mumbles. "Just let them use you. It''s what you want, right?"

"Yeah-"

"Good girl." 

The praise doesn't come from the brunette, it comes from Natasha and the sound of her approval makes your walls clench around nothing.

"Come on, 'Tasha, stop being such a grump," Wanda says with a roll of her eyes. "We can all tell you're enjoying the show."

"I still don't approve of this."

"You don't have to approve of it to have a good time, detka."

The redhead narrows her eyes, a silent warning in her gaze. Wanda seems unfazed by it, though, clearly more than used to the other woman's prickly personality. "You're worse than the Bishop girl."

Their conversation is interrupted when Carol pushes her tongue inside your tight entrance, drawing out a desperate moan from your throat. Even with her tight grip on your thighs, you manage to buck your hips into her face, nothing but pure desperation driving your movements.

It's a little embarrassing how close you already are to falling apart, but it's not like you can help it. Not when they've all been doing their best to drive you crazy since you walked into the meeting room.

Wanda gives your throat a gentle squeeze in an attempt to bring you attention back to her. "I think someone's getting a little ahead of themselves."

"That tends to happen when she's needy like this," Kate says, easily offering up details of your sex life as if it's nothing.

"Cute." Her free hand finds its way between your legs, her fingers teasing your clit and causing you to cry out once more. "You still need to beg for it, sweetheart."

Your response is instantaneous.

"Please, can I cum?" You beg, ignoring how humiliating it feels.

"You're gonna have to do better than that, baby, Wanda's not easily impressed." Your lover's hands find their way under your shirt and she slowly caresses your heated skin. It's a small thing, but it's designed to remind you she's right there, looking after you and making sure you're okay.

Carol's tongue continues exploring your cunt as Wanda continues playing with your clit, both of them working in tandem to drive you absolutely out of your mind. It works far too well, considering how difficult it is for you to form words.

To top it all off, Kate's hands move up to play with your breasts while Natasha keeps eye contact with you. It's almost like she's challenging you to keep yourself together when it's so obvious that you're an inch away from losing all control over yourself.

As much as you might move being stubborn, there's no way for you to win out over the pleasure. No way to stop yourself from sinking deeper and deeper into their control.

"Please, mommy," you whine before you even know what you're doing. "Please let me cum for you. I wanna be your good girl. Please-"

Despite how messy and borderline incoherent your pleas are, they all take pity on you and wordlessly decide to give you what you want.

"Good girl. Cum for us, sweetheart."

Your body instantly responds to her words, even though she's not usually the person you ask permission from. Kate doesn't seem to care, though, her eager eyes taking in the blissful expression on your face as you let go for them.

"That's my good girl, I'm so proud of you, you're perfect." The brunette continues to whisper endless praises as Carol draws out your orgasm, happily cleaning you up as you make a mess of yourself.

Your body trembles in Kate's lap, chest heaving as the remaining waves of pleasure make their way through you. You're pretty sure you've never had an experience as intense as this one, no orgasm as absolutely breathtaking. (Not that you'll ever tell them that, they're way too competitive to handle the information.)

The hand that's wrapped around your throat moves up, gently tilting your chin until yuo're forced to look up at Wanda. Her usually vibrant eyes are dark and you can practically see every dirty thought that flashes across her mind. No one has to say it out loud for you to know you're far from done.

"You're so fuzzy already, aren't you?" The older woman asks, even though she already knows the answer.

Her thumb brushes your lower lip and you part your lips for her. A warm chuckle slips out of her as you take her thumb into your mouth, your eager submission plastered all over your face.

You can hear Kate's voice, no doubt trying to convince Natasha to take the stick out of her ass and have fun, but your focus is entirely placed on Wanda's eyes and Carol's lips trailing up and down your trembling thighs.

You're not sure how much time goes by like that, with your mind completly submerged under the comfort and safety they all provide you with. All at once, though, things pick up again.

Wanda steps back from you, drawing a whine out of your lips when she takes her thumb with her, and Carol effortlessly picks you up from Kate's lap, strong muscles flexing under her tight shirt. You enjoy enjoy the sight as she carries you over to the meeting table.

She sets you down on the edge of the ornate table and her hands start undressing you before you can even comprehend what's happening. You've always made fun of Kate for being too impatient but the blonde might have her beat considering the way she practically rips your shirt off of you in her hurry.

"Hey!" Your lover pipes up. "That was expensive."

"You talk too much," Natasha says.

It's not until you hear her talk again that you realize she's taken your spot on Kate's lap. Despite the position, there's no doubt who's in control between the two of them. You're sure you've never seen the young CEO so submissive before.

You'd be lying if you said it wasn't an instant turn on.

Your legs wrap around Carol once she manages to undress you, pulling her closer to you with an impatience that rivals hers.

"You're gorgeous, baby," she mumbles as her hands explore your chest, her fingers twisting and pulling at your hardened nipples. "I can't get enough of you."

"Carol," you groan, trying to pull at her clothes only to be pushed onto your back.

"Don't tell me you forgot about me, sweetheart," Wanda teases. 

There's a glimmer of amusement in her eyes as she watches you struggle to comprehend what's happening. It's not like it's surprising considering how hazy they've left you. How thoughtless they've rendered you.

"Aw, Wands, she was enjoying the show," Carol coos, her fingers spreading your folds open to reveal how wet you are. Again.

"Is that right?" Natasha's voice sounds far too close despite the distance. If you try hard enough, you can see her head tilting back, her eyes fluttering closed in pleasure while Kate nips at her neck. "You like watching your daddy be put in her place?"

You nod but Wanda's subtle eyebrow raise is a command you can't ignore. "Yes, I like it. Wanna watch."

"That's adorable...but I'm not quite done with you yet."

Carol doesn't give you a chance to process her words before she's plunging two of her fingers deep inside your sensitive cunt, her groans mixing with your moans and drowning out the sounds of Kate pleasuring Natasha.

Wanda's left out for the moment, busying herself with removing her clothes as she takes in the scene in front of her. She's sure she's never seen a more sucessful business meeting before. None of them will admit it, but Kate's idea was perfect.

[fandomnerd9602]

marvel harem beating up villian who ruined valentines

Natasha, Wanda, and Kate just wail away on a villain…

Y/N: gals?

Natasha: I was supposed to have an intensive “cardio” session with Y/N!

Wanda: my detka and I were going to have lovely cuddle time on couch!!

Kate: and tonight was the night! The night!

Y/N: gals! We can still do all those things!

Villain: (weakly) please do

Carol lands…

Carol; who’s the sick f—k who interrupted Valentine’s Day?! Y/N and I were gonna do drunk karaoke!!

[incorrectquotesmcu]

Carol: [hands Y/N a glass of water]

Y/N, drinking it: Thanks. What’s this for?

Carol: I overheard Kate say that you get thirsty around me.

Y/N: [chokes on water]

[florencebirdsong]

I am so normal and can be trusted with marvel women. Please give me marvel women. I won’t bite them. I am so normal about marvel women. Please give them to me

[writerslittlelibrary]

"Children aren't payment, dipshit"

masterlist

summary: the most feared mob in all of New York only has one rival, which happens to be your father’s mob. When it turns out he is indebted to the feared mob boss Natasha Romanoff, he uses the only thing he has to pay her, you…

pairing: Mob!Natasha x rival mob young reader

warnings: guns, violence, basic mob fic stuff ig :) 

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1339

a/n: this was an adorable idea! (I feel like this is trash, but I just have to get back into my writing flow)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It has always been difficult, being the daughter of a dangerous mob boss. It wasn’t like you were forced to kill and train with your father’s minions, but you had been living a far from normal life, to say the least.

When you turned seven, your father had called you into his office. 

You had always been a nice and obedient girl, totally opposite of your father, so when he called you to him and told you you were going to stay with your aunties for a while, you believed it. Your father had sent you and your bodyguard to your room, telling you to pack all your important items. 

Once you had finished packing, your father had given you a hug and you had been brought to the car, your bodyguard driving you across town. 

However, once the car stopped at a large apartment building, you had started getting a bit suspicious. This isn’t where your aunties lived…

Your bodyguard had taken you out of the car, but you didn’t want to, leading to him dragging you out, dragging you up to the doors of the building. Once you had arrived at the doors, two women were standing there. One had blonde hair, and the other had black hair. The women with black hair grabbed your arm, allowing your bodyguards to walk back to the car and retrieve your bag, handing it to the blonde women.

After he did so, he walked back to the car and drove away. 

The two women entered the building, walking to the elevator and pressing the button that read ‘PH’. As soon as the doors closed, the women with black hair let go of your arm. However, despite her removing her grip, you still didn’t feel like you could move freely. You were fairly certain that one wrong move and she would be on you again. 

And so, you stood perfectly still, refusing to move, even when the elevator moved a bit. 

The two women barely acknowledged your presence, instead opting to look straight ahead. You felt uneasy standing in between them. 

Once the elevator stopped at the top floor, the door opened at the women with black hair grabbed your arm again, leading you out of the elevator and to a dark wooden door. The blonde haired women walked ahead, knocking on the door twice before waiting for a “come in” to be called from the other side. 

Once the approval was given, the two women walked in, dragging you after them. 

Inside the room was another woman. You recognised her immediately. Who wouldn’t? Your father had always warned you about her. She was the most feared mob boss that New York, or the world really, had ever seen. 

You were in the office of Natasha fucking Romanoff. Were you about to get killed?

The two women walked a bit further into the room, forcefully pushing you down on the chair in front of the desk. 

You didn’t dare protest, nor did you say a word. You were absolutely terrified. Your father had warned you about this women every single day of your life, refusing to let you go outside without protection because of her, and now he had knowingly sent you to her. What the hell was wrong with him?

After you were sat down on the chair, the women with black hair exited the room again, leaving you, Natasha Romanoff, and the blonde haired women in the room. 

“Thank you for bringing her up Carol, you can put her bag in her room,” Natasha spoke, dismissing ‘Carol’ before focusing her attention on you. 

Carol left the room, leaving you and Natasha Romanoff alone. 

“I’m sure you must be very confused, sweetheart, but don’t worry, you’ll be alright,” Natasha reassured, smiling kindly as she stacked a few papers and put them off to the side.

You took a moment, gathering the courage before you spoke. 

“Why am I here…?” you asked quietly, hoping not to disturb Natasha or step out of line.

Natasha smiled, turning to you once more. 

“Your father made some pretty nasty deals. Deals that he couldn’t follow through on. He needed to pay me something, and he didn’t have the money, so I demanded you instead,” Natasha explained, leaving you to look at her with a shocked face.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, sweet girl. I promise you were are much better company than your father’s mob ever was,” Natasha stated, smiling sweetly before she moved to get up, walking around the desk towards you. 

She extended her hand, motioning for you to grab it. 

“How about we go check out your new room?” she suggested, allowing you a moment to think before you nodded and hesitantly grabbed her hand, allowing her to pull you up. 

She led you out of the office, leading you through the pent house towards another door, which was a different colour than the rest of the doors. The door was a beautiful dark shade of your favourite colour, and while you thought your favourite colour would never go with the aesthetic of the apartment, for some reason Natasha made it work. 

She pushed the door open, allowing you to step inside and take in the room. It was beautifully decorated and exactly your style. 

Your eyes widened in excitement, jumping up slightly. You weren’t able to contain your excitement as you saw the room. It was perfect. 

Natasha smiled as she observed your reaction, letting go of your hand to allow you to look around. You did, running from place to place to explore all the play items placed in the cupboards, ending your little exploration by jumping on the bed. 

“I love it!” you yelled out, letting yourself drop on the bed. 

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You had lived with Natasha for about three months now, and you were happier than you had ever been. Natasha never hit you if you did something wrong, and she played with you everyday. She was willing to drop all her work if you asked her to play dress up, or if you asked her to play with your dolls. 

You had never been more loved than you were now, and you were happy your father had offered you as payment to Natasha Romanoff. 

Her henge people also adored you. You would play with them as well, and everytime they happily played with you. Your favourite were Carol and Valkyrie. They were the two women that had brought you in on the first day, and they turned out to be your best friends. 

Little did you know that Natasha had known you father hit you at home. She knew the mob boss of the rival mob was not just any criminal. He didn’t have morals, or principles. He did what he did when he felt like it. He wasn’t a good person to those he cared about, so when Natasha found out he had a daughter, she knew she needed to investigate. 

She had sent a hengemen uncover to find out more about you, and what was reported back to her shocked her. 

You were hit whenever you stepped out of line, and you were not well taken care of at all. Once Natasha learned about your situation, she decided she had to get you out, setting up an elaborate deal she knew your father couldn’t get out of.

When you father unsurprisingly failed to follow through on his end of the deal, he was in large debt with Natasha, and she knew she could demand anything from him. 

And so, she demanded she would get you as payment, knowing your father couldn’t do anything but follow through. 

Over the months she had build a soft spot for you, and she was more than glad that she had done what she did. She saved you, and now you were happy. 

Natasha Romanoff may not have been the best human being on the planet, but to those she cared about, she could not have been better. 

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[screaminglygay]

KINKTOBER (day 10)

pairing: darkish!marvel ladies x fem!reader, wanda x reader, natasha x reader, kate x reader, yelena x reader, carol x reader, maria x reader - multiverse

summary: you find yourself shyly admitting your desire to be with them... and they love it

warnings: possessive behavior, teasing, edging, dirty talk, swearing

wordcount: 3.9k

an: last day of kinktober wohoo, enjoy halloween my little gays and be safe!!!

part one here!

Hours later, you’re sprawled across the bed, Wanda´s? Natasha´s? You´re not really sure, feeling a hazy warmth as the adrenaline fades and soft laughter fills the room. You’re nestled between Wanda and Natasha, each of them gently stroking your hair. Kate lies at the end of the bed, propped on her elbow, eyes glinting with a lingering mischievousness as she watches you with a fond, satisfied smile. While Carol is taking a shower and Maria is just sitting in the chair.

“Look at her,” Kate murmurs, her tone laced with both awe and amusement. “We might have worn her out.”

Wanda hums, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple. “Worn out or not, she’s still perfect,” she whispers, her fingers tracing lazy circles on your shoulder. There’s an undeniable pride in her gaze, something that feels as possessive as it is affectionate.

Natasha smirks, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face, her expression softer than usual. “Precious is an understatement,” she says, her voice still rough but now tempered with a quiet admiration. “I think we might have a problem if anyone else finds out how amazing she is.”

You chuckle weakly, warmth blooming across your cheeks as their words sink in, and Wanda gives your hand a squeeze, her thumb brushing tenderly over your knuckles. “Don’t worry, malysh,” she murmurs. “You’re ours. We’ll make sure of that.”

Kate lets out a laugh, reaching over to give you a playful poke on the arm. “Hey, remember, Captain gets all the best cuddles,” she teases, eyes twinkling. “I wasn’t joking earlier. So make some room for her too.” She winks, making the girls roll their eyes.

Carol steps out of the bathroom, her hair still damp from the shower, wearing only a loose tank top and shorts. She glances over, a smirk tugging at her lips as she takes in the scene of you nestled among the others.

“Looks like I missed the after-party,” she murmurs, eyeing the way Kate’s hand rests on your arm and Wanda’s fingers trace gentle circles on your shoulder. She raises an eyebrow at Natasha, who’s standing up and adjusting her clothes.

Natasha gives Carol a knowing look and nods. “I’ll be back in a little while. Just have to… deal with something.” The tone in her voice is vague but carries weight, and the other women exchange glances, an unspoken understanding passing between them.

You, however, just watch as Natasha slips out the door, wondering what exactly she has to handle. But before the thought settles, Carol slips onto the bed beside you, drawing your attention back to the moment. Her arm wraps around you with a lazy familiarity, pulling you against her as she gives you a soft kiss on the cheek.

“Missed me already?” she teases, her voice low and warm, her fingers trailing down your arm in a way that sends a pleasant shiver through you.

You chuckle, nestling into the warmth of her embrace. “Maybe,” you say, trying not to sound too eager, though the comfort of her presence makes your heart flutter.

Kate grins, leaning over to you, “careful, or Captain here will get spoiled by all the attention. Next thing you know, she’ll be monopolizing all your time.” Her voice is teasing, her eyes gleaming as she shoots Carol a challenging look.

Carol chuckles, tilting her head as she meets Kate’s gaze. “Oh, you’re one to talk, Bishop. As if you don’t hog enough time with her already.”

“Both of you,” Wanda interjects, her tone light but possessive as her hand smooths over your arm. “We all know who she comes to for the real quality time.” She smirks at you, her fingers curling around yours in a gentle but unmistakably possessive hold.

You feel your cheeks flush under their collective attention, a warm glow settling over you as each of them stakes their playful claim. Maria, still sitting in the chair by the bed, shakes her head with a soft smile, watching the scene unfold with a quiet amusement.

“I mean, can you blame her?” she teases, crossing her legs and leaning back. “With all of us making sure she feels… appreciated, she’s got it pretty good.”

Carol chuckles, tightening her arm around you and brushing a kiss to your temple. “We’ll keep you occupied until Nat gets back. We can’t have you getting bored.”

Wanda leans in close, her voice a soft murmur against your ear. “Or distracted. We like keeping you right where you belong… with us.” Her lips brush your cheek, her gaze lingering as if daring you to look away.

As you sink deeper into the warmth of their embrace, a faint thought tugs at the back of your mind. Where did Natasha go? You can’t help but wonder, a trace of curiosity and concern flickering through you.

But before you can follow the thought any further, Wanda’s fingers brush your cheek, and you glance over to find her looking at you with a knowing smile. Her gaze is soft yet focused, and for a second, you feel as if she’s reading every unspoken question in your mind. Wanda’s eyes narrow slightly, a subtle, affectionate warning, as she exchanges a quick glance with the others, a silent cue for them to keep your mind occupied.

Carol picks up on it immediately, shifting closer to you and giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Pretty little thing,” she teases, her tone light as her hand trails down your arm. “are you here with us?”

You hum, Wanda looks at you, pulling your attention back to her as she strokes a finger along your jawline, her eyes glinting playfully. “Let Natasha handle her business, malysh. She’ll be back soon.” Her words are soft but intentional, grounding you in the moment.

Kate leans forward, a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she tilts her head. “Or are you just that eager to get rid of us?” She arches a brow, her grin widening as she watches you, daring you to respond.

You chuckle, shaking your head. “Not at all. You all make it… pretty easy to stay right here,” you admit, warmth pooling in your chest under their collective attention.

Maria’s voice joins in, her tone smooth but with a hint of playfulness. “See? Nothing to worry about, sweetheart.” She leans back in her chair, crossing her arms with a satisfied smile. “You’re exactly where you need to be.”

As you sink deeper into their warmth, a sudden, pleasant haze settles over you, a fuzzy, dizzying sensation that leaves your mind feeling light and blissfully blank. Each touch, each brush of their fingers on your skin, starts to feel heightened, like every sensation is magnified a thousand times over. Your senses are filled with them, the soft murmurs, the warmth of their bodies.

You feel a soft, warm pulse at the edges of your mind, almost like a lullaby. Your eyelids flutter, and you catch Wanda’s gentle smile, her gaze holding a spark of focus. Her fingers trail along your arm, featherlight and soothing, and the faint traces of questions about Natasha and everything beyond this room begin to slip away. In this moment, there’s only the soft laughter of the others around you, only the warmth spreading through you like the gentlest wave.

You notice the way the others glance at each other, small smirks and knowing looks passing between them. Carol’s hand finds yours, her thumb brushing along your knuckles, and the touch feels so overwhelmingly perfect that it melts any lingering thoughts from your mind. Kate’s laugh breaks through the fog, and she gives you a playful nudge, bringing you fully back into the comfort of the moment, leaving everything else forgotten.

The world outside this room disappears entirely, replaced only by the shared laughter, tender touches, and the feeling that you’re exactly where you’re supposed to be wrapped in their warmth and undivided attention. Maria smiles and sends Natasha a simple text, "We got it all secured here, Wanda took care of it."

The morning light filters into the room, waking you gently. As you stretch and sit up, you realize you’re alone. Wanda, Kate, Carol, and Maria have all gone, leaving only the faintest scent of them behind and a folded note on the pillow next to you.

Good morning, gorgeous. Thought we’d let you get some extra sleep, didn’t want to wake you. See you later. Love, W.

You smile, tucking the note to your chest as you savor the quiet moment, replaying the warmth of last night in your mind. But then you remember something else. Yelena’s invitation, her mischievous smile as she’d told you to come to her room once you were finished with the others. A thrill of excitement rushes through you at the thought, and you slip out of bed, quickly freshening up and making your way down the hall to her room.

The door is slightly ajar, and you hear a faint hum coming from inside. You knock softly, pushing it open to find Yelena leaning against the wall, arms crossed, her expression one of smug satisfaction. She straightens when she sees you, a grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“Took you long enough,” she teases, her eyes twinkling as she beckons you closer. “Thought you might’ve forgotten about me after all that… attention from the others.”

You step into the room, closing the door behind you, feeling the familiar warmth spread through you as she studies you, a playful edge in her gaze. “Oh, trust me, I didn’t forget,” you reply, trying to match her confidence. But there’s something in the way she looks at you that makes your pulse quicken.

“Good,” she says, her tone lower now as she takes a step toward you. “Because I’ve got some ideas of my own, and I’ve been waiting long enough.”

As she pulls you into her arms, the events of last night fade into the background, your focus entirely on her. And with the same sense of warmth and safety from the night before, you let yourself be fully present, knowing you’re exactly where you’re meant to be - surrounded by those who treasure you.

"Alredy this needy?" Yelena chuckles as she feels you bucking your hips.

You open your mouth to protest, but the words catch in your throat as she leans in closer, her breath warm against your ear. “What’s the matter?” she teases, her tone dripping with mock innocence. “Cat got your tongue?”

Her fingers find their way to your chin, lifting your gaze to meet hers. The confidence in her eyes is enough to leave you feeling completely flustered. “You know,” she says, drawing out each word, “I could get used to seeing you like this... speechless and staring at me like I’m the only one in the world.”

You swallow, desperately trying to keep your composure, but Yelena only grins wider, clearly enjoying how easily she has you unraveling. “Aww, don’t tell me you’re already getting shy on me,” she taunts, her voice laced with that familiar sarcasm. “You weren’t so shy with the others last night, were you?”

You try to answer, but her hands slide to your waist, pulling you even closer, and any coherent thought melts away. She leans back slightly, studying your face with a smug expression, fully aware of the effect she has on you.

“Oh, look at this mess,” she purrs, feigning sympathy as her thumb brushes lightly across your cheek. “All flustered… just from me standing here. I didn’t even have to do anything.” She chuckles softly, and the sound sends another shiver through you.

Her fingers tap against your waist as she tilts her head, eyes narrowing playfully. “You think you can handle me, детка?”

Finally finding your voice, you manage a breathless, “Yes.” But even you can hear the doubt in your tone, and Yelena’s smirk grows, clearly reveling in the power she holds over you.

She chuckles, shaking her head. “We’ll see about that, sweetheart,” she says, her voice softening slightly, though the teasing glint never leaves her eyes. “Just remember, I don’t make things easy.”

And with that, she leans in, her lips brushing yours, a lingering, torturous pause that leaves you yearning for more.

Before you can process what’s happening, Yelena’s hands are on your shoulders, gently but firmly pushing you back until you’re lying on the bed, looking up at her. A wicked grin spreads across her face as she leans over you, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from your face before trailing down your arm.

She dips her head, capturing your lips in a kiss that’s both soft and intoxicating, leaving you completely breathless. Her lips move with a practiced ease, each kiss sending butterflies tumbling through your stomach, and you find yourself melting under her touch, any semblance of control slipping away.

When she pulls back, you’re left dizzy, caught up in the warmth of the moment, until you feel the light pressure at your wrists. You glance down, realizing that Yelena has tied your hands, her knots tight and secure, the silken fabric binding you to the bedframe.

Your eyes widen, and Yelena bursts into laughter, her expression both proud and amused. She looks down at you with that familiar, confident smirk, clearly relishing the surprise on your face.

“Oh, you really are something special, aren’t you?” she teases, crossing her arms as she watches you struggle with a playfulness in her eyes. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d notice. Took you long enough, though.”

You open your mouth, searching for a response, but her laughter cuts you off, and she leans down, her lips just inches from yours as she whispers, “Don’t worry. You’re in good hands.”

She brushes her nose against yours, her eyes dancing with mischief. “What’s the matter? You didn’t think I’d let you get away so easily, did you?”

You tug at the binds, but Yelena’s knots are impeccable, each one a testament to her talent and training as a spy. She watches your efforts with a smirk, her fingers tracing along your cheek as she murmurs, “Oh, you’re too easy to fool. But that’s what makes you so much fun.”

Her voice is soft yet laced with amusement, and you can feel the heat rise.. You realize she’s enjoying every moment of your reaction, her own satisfaction evident in the way her smirk widens.

“Relax,” she purrs, giving your tits a light squeeze. “I’ve got you all to myself, and you’re not going anywhere.”

Time blurs as Yelena’s hands roam over you, her hands everywhere. She keeps you right on the edge, bringing you so close but never quite letting you tip over. Each time you think she’s finally going to let you cross that finish line, she pulls back, she chuckles at your frustrated whimpers.

Hours slip by, and every nerve in your body feels like it’s on fire, a mixture of yearning and helplessness. Yelena, always just out of reach, seems to be thoroughly enjoying your reactions, her smirk growing wider with each plea you let slip.

Finally, when she’s had her fill, she leans over and unties your wrists, her touch gentle despite the teasing grin she wears. You’re left feeling breathless, limbs heavy and mind fuzzy, completely undone by her relentless torment.

"W-what?" You breathe heavily.

Yelena sits back, her eyes dancing with amusement as she looks over your thoroughly wrecked state. “Oh, poor you,” she murmurs with mock sympathy, brushing her fingers over your flushed cheek. Her voice is a soft, teasing purr. “Did you really think I was going to let you finish, hm?”

You open your mouth, still too dazed to respond, and she grins, her tone dripping with playful condescension. “I didn’t say I’d make you cum, did I? Oh,” she whispers, her smirk growing, “you’re just too easy to mess with.”

She leans in, pressing one last, taunting kiss to your forehead. “Maybe next time,” she murmurs, giving you a wink as she stands.

Before Yelena can give you moment of aftercare, the door creaks open, and Wanda steps inside, her eyes landing on the two of you. She tilts her head, crossing her arms with a raised eyebrow, her gaze drifting from your dazed, messy form to Yelena’s thoroughly pleased expression.

“Well,” Wanda says, her voice a mix of curiosity and amusement as she takes in the scene, “looks like someone’s had a lot of fun.” She gives Yelena a pointed look, smirking. “Mind telling me exactly what you’ve been up to, Yelena?”

Yelena grins, unabashed, stretching out with a look of satisfaction. “Just a little… patience training,” she says, her voice dripping with smugness. She winks at you, “our girl here is a very good learner.”

Wanda’s eyes soften as she watches you, noticing the dazed, needy look in your eyes, and she steps closer, brushing a hand gently along your cheek. “Poor thing,” she murmurs, her voice filled with sweetness and care. She shoots Yelena a half-playful, half-scolding look. “You’ve completely worn her out, haven’t you?”

Yelena chuckles, unrepentant. “She handled it,” she replies with a smirk, but there’s a hint of affection in her gaze as she watches Wanda fuss over you.

Wanda shakes her head, her expression softening as she carefully helps you sit up, supporting you with a gentle arm around your shoulders. “Come on,” she murmurs, her voice soothing as she guides you up. “Let’s get you to your room. Can you walk on your own, malysh?”

You nod and you cling to her, grateful for the warmth of her touch and the gentle way she leads you through the halls. By the time you’re back in your room, you’re feeling incredibly clingy, leaning into Wanda as if you never want to let go.

She chuckles softly as she helps you settle into bed, her fingers brushing through your hair with gentle, soothing strokes. “You did so well,” she whispers, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’m here now, alright?"

You nod, a sleepy smile spreading across your face as you nuzzle closer to her, feeling a warmth and comfort that wraps around you like a soft blanket. Wanda’s arms hold you close, her voice a soothing murmur as she reassures you, letting you know that you’re safe and adored, right where you belong.

You stir awake, your eyes fluttering open to the soft rustling of pages. Wanda sits beside you, legs crossed, reading a book, a serene look on her face. She glances down, noticing you’re awake, and her face lights up with a gentle smile.

“Hey sleepyhead,” she murmurs, closing the book and setting it aside.

You stretch and blink, trying to shake off the drowsiness. “What time is it?”

“It’s lunchtime,” Wanda replies, brushing a loose strand of hair from your face. “Time for some food, what do you say?”

Food sounds amazing. Yum.

Her words send a little thrill through you, and you nod, letting her help you up as you both make your way toward the dining area. As soon as you step into the room, you notice the others - Carol, Maria, Kate, Yelena, and Natasha, all sitting around the table, their voices dropping to a hush the moment you walk in.

Natasha’s eyes meet yours, and a sly smile spreads across her face as she gets up and pulls out a chair for you. “Oh, detka, there you are,” she purrs, her voice warm and inviting. “Hungry?”

You feel your cheeks flush as everyone’s attention settles on you, and you nod, settling into the seat Natasha pulled out. Wanda takes the spot beside you, and the others exchange knowing glances before Kate starts piling your plate with food.

“Yelena really did numbers on you,” Kate teases, shooting a smirk across the table at Yelena, who only shrugs with an innocent expression. “Guess she wore you out?”

“Oh, not completely,” Yelena chimes in, her tone dripping with mischief. “Our girl’s tougher than she looks.”

Carol laughs softly, shaking her head as she takes a sip of her drink. “Really? Looks like she’s still a bit… unsatisfied.” Her gaze falls on you, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity.

You shift in your seat, feeling a warm, needy ache flare up at the memory of Yelena’s endless teasing earlier, which none of the others seem to have forgotten. You clear your throat, trying to keep it together, but they’re all watching you with varying degrees of amusement, each one fully aware of your lingering frustration.

Natasha leans in, her lips close to your ear as she murmurs, “Don’t worry, malyshka. We’ll take good care of you.” She pulls back with a wink, her voice dripping with a sultry promise that sends a shiver down your spine.

Maria, leaning back in her chair, gives you an amused once-over. “You know, we all like a challenge. And you? You’re definitely worth it.” Her words hang in the air, a mixture of sweetness and mischief.

Wanda reaches for your hand under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze, her expression soft but knowing. “Poor thing,” she coos, voice just loud enough for the others to hear. “Looks like we might have to put in a little extra effort today, hmm?”

You squirm, feeling all their gazes fixed on you, the warmth spreading from your cheeks down to the pit of your stomach as they continue to pile on the teasing remarks. Kate chuckles, taking a bite of her food. “Hope you’re ready, sweetheart. We’ve got plenty of energy to make sure you don’t feel… neglected.”

You try to focus on your food, but every little touch, every lingering glance, only heightens the needy ache that hasn’t left since this morning. It’s clear they’re having way too much fun watching you squirm, and as lunch goes on, you realize they have no intention of letting you off easy.

Eventually, Kate leans forward, “so, how about you, sweetheart?” she asks, her voice smooth and teasing. “What’s your opinion on all of this?”

You blink, caught off guard, and you stammer as you try to form a response. “I, um… well…” You can feel the heat rising in your face as all of their eyes turn to you, each one wearing an expression that’s both amused and intrigued.

“I mean,” you start, swallowing hard, “I think… I’d like it… if you all—” You falter under their collective gaze, words fumbling as you try to explain yourself, but each attempt only makes them grin wider.

“Would like it… if we all…?” Carol raises an eyebrow, the hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. “Come on, honey, you can say it. We don’t bite. Well, unless you want us to.”

The others chuckle softly, and Wanda squeezes your hand, her voice a gentle murmur. “Just say what you’re thinking, malyshka. We’re all listening.”

You take a shaky breath, gathering what little courage you have left. “I just… I wouldn’t mind if… if you all…” You trail off, feeling your cheeks go warm, but you push through, your voice barely a whisper. “If you’d all just… have some fun with me.”

The silence that follows is electric, charged with an anticipation that has your heart pounding. Natasha grins, her eyes darkening as she exchanges a glance with the others. “Well,” she murmurs, her tone laced with satisfaction. “There’s no need to be shy with us.”

Maria chuckles, leaning back with an approving nod. “Took you long enough to ask, sweetheart.”

Wanda’s fingers trace lightly over the back of your hand, her expression soft yet possessive. “Don’t worry, malysh,” she murmurs, a smile curling her lips. “We’re just getting started.”

Thank you for reading, also HAPPY HALLOWEEN!!!

[wandasaura]

WHAT DID I SAY

summary — the four times you fucked up and called your doms by the wrong name

warning(s) — college au, fuck-buddy relationships, marijuana use, alcohol consumption, face slapping, spitting, biting, body writing, restraints, spreader bars, mentions of branding, semi nipple torture, hickies, shotgunning, choking, butt plugs, spanking, ass biting, pussy slapping, doggy style, strap-on usage, cum-filled strap, fingering, oral, overstimulation, edging, orgasm denial, degradation, praise, daddy kink, mommy kink, captain kink, sir kink, literal filth, men/minors dni

authors note — first little headcanon/oneshot for know my place! hope you enjoy my little college stoners who fuck like rabbits. can totally be read seperate from the au!

know my place

♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧

Maria – 

The wine is warm beside Maria’s bed. The bottle of Prosecco momentarily forgotten about as a symphony engages beneath the darkness of night and blankets. It’s not often that Maria pulls the blankets overtop of herself as she works to unravel the intricate knots and coils in your belly, but she’s chosen tonight to share the beauty of your body with only herself and the silicone toy secured around her hips. Your moans are muffled by her skin, teeth embedded into her shoulder as she rocks the strap-on into you harshly, the bulbous head dancing along your cervix with every third stroke. She’s practiced in this tango, an expert in knowing your body, but the wine has impacted your reception to her actions, and as she pulls the strap out of you almost completely only to thrust back into you quick and harsh, a name leaves your lips that isn’t her own. 

Maria has never been soft with you in moments of time where some part of her body is buried within yours. She’s rough, and assertive, and entirely domineering as she splits you open and gives you only as much pleasure as she’s willing. With Maria, you’re never in charge. The cards are held tightly in her ironclad grasp and you’ve learned better than to try and guess that she’s holding. The wine however, has severely impacted your judgment. You’ve engaged in this dance for months now; been left with the bruises and aches of her touch for days afterward, and yet you’re disoriented enough to cry out for Wanda as she drills your sopping cunt so perfectly. 

“Mommy!” The title slips off your lips before you can search for the correct term that’s filed away in a section of your brain labeled ‘Masha’. Maria has never been Mommy, in fact, she’s always turned her nose up at the title and joked that Wanda’s entirely too harsh to be called something so maternal, and she’s less than amused when the five letter name falls onto her shoulders as she works to unravel you completely. 

Her hips stutter to a stationary position, the silicone dildo fastened around her hips deep within your pleasure soaked core, but unmoving and unwilling to start again. There’s a moment of silence that passes between the both of you; Maria’s eyes are hard, slitted and dark as she stares down at you in a drunken haze, brain struggling to process what you’ve just let slip. Your eyes are wide, light and soft as you meet her stare and attempt to win her forgiveness without seeing the repercussions of your actions. You were a fool to call her Mommy, but you were an idiot to think she’d let it go so simply. 

The silence that had fallen over you ended abruptly, replaced by the echoing sound of a sharp slap meeting your cheek and bouncing through the air before you’d had a chance to process the pain at all. Your head snapped to the side, your unharmed cheek pressing against her pillowcases that smell somewhat of smoke and vanilla. Your eyes pinch closed, anticipating the next hit that will land against your heated skin, but it never comes. Maria’s hand tangled into your hair instead, pulling your head back until your neck is craned and the expanse of your sensitive skin is exposed enough for her teeth and tongue to mark. 

“What’s my fucking name?” Her hips snap into yours with each word that she mutters against your neck, sharp bites and sensitive stings encasing your body in a delectable buzz of pleasure and possessiveness. You’ll bear these marks for days to come, indentations of her teeth and patches of purple from her lips adorning your skin that can’t be easily hidden with makeup or your longest turtleneck. Everyone who looks at you will know that you’d found yourself beneath a warm body and had been helpless to their assault, but only you’ll know that it was Maria Hill who had been your intimate attacker. Each lovebite that she presses into your skin is a subtle claim. You’re not Wanda’s in this moment, you’re not Natasha or Carol’s either, you’re entirely Maria’s and she’s reminding you of such as her hips drive hard against your own and the silicone strap that’s coated in your arousal attempts to bruise your cervix in the most addictively painful way. Each strong thrust sends you reeling farther into bliss, but she’s waiting for an answer and you’re not getting anything more until she hears you call her the right name. In her opinion, she’s being entirely lenient with you, there are a plethora of ways she can go about reminding you who you belong to, and yet your wrists remain unbound and your breasts remain unmarked by the leather of her favorite flogger that’s just an arms distance away. “Whats my fucking name, slut? Or do I need to carve it into you? How pretty would you be with my name on your thigh; ruined for anyone else who even tries to get between these legs? My little slut forever.” 

A strangled moan falls into the air as Maria sinks her teeth into the skin of your neck just beneath your ear, and your hands that have remained at your sides throughout this entire exchange shoot up to scratch at her back, blood bubbling to the surface as you spare to ounce of lightness to your touch. She’s marked you, now she’ll bear your marks for days to come. “S-Sir!” 

Maria hums, satisfied with your answer, but unwilling to forgive you completely. Her hips continue to pound into you until she reaches her high, thighs quivering as she moans in pure delight until she’s too sensitive to continue on with her ministrations. The strap-on leaves your entrance quickly, your overstimulated and sensitive walls pleading for it to stay, but Maria’s done for the night, and she’s decided that you are too. She reaches for the abandoned glass of wine, taking a sip smugly as she straddles your hips, damp toy splayed across your naked belly as your chest heaves and you look up at her pleadingly. 

“You’ll get to cum when I don’t have to remind you who I am.”

Natasha –

Natasha’s hips continue to rock into you even as she leans forward and captures your lips between hers. The room is filled with a thin layer of smoke, the scents of weed and sex entangling together and yet it's somehow entirely Natasha as you lay beneath her, willing to take whatever she wants to give you. Your head is fuzzy, filled with only thoughts of her and the lightness that the bud had brought over your senses. Her body is warm as her naked chest presses against yours, already marked by her passionate kisses and bites that will linger for days to come in secret. Her pupils are blown wide, a combination of her lust and the joint she’s rolled skillfully. Her fingers are educated in the art of many things, but unraveling you is one of her most prized hobbies. Her lungs are filled with smoke from the last drag she’s taken, and as the seconds linger on with her lips still pressed firmly to yours, unmoving but eager to claim you intimately, she exhales into your open mouth and forces you to take the smoke that she fills it with. It burns as you inhale, slipping down your throat smoothly and filling your own lungs, but it’s pleasant and you greedily allow her to continue until all that remains is an empty kiss that was once filled with weed. The smoke trails out in wispy strands of white and gray, and they dance between your faces until the open space claims it and the visual is gone. 

When she pulls away, there’s a devilish smirk on her lips that even another drag can’t erase entirely. She raises the joint to her lips again, eyes fluttering closed as she sits back on her heels, the cum-filled strap she borrows from Carol still buried within your walls and yet agonizingly still as she lets her head fall back in contentment. The cloud of milky white smoke that settles around her is entirely erotic, almost a halo of intoxication above her head, but there’s hardly a second for you to admire how ethereal she looks in this state before she presses into you firmly and resumes her rocking. Her pace is punishing albeit shallow, the tip of the strap-on hitting your perfect spot so softly it feels like butterfly sings batting against your skin, but she’s ruthless with her speed and the quick motions of her hips are enough to have you gripping at the sheets and looping your legs around her waist to draw her in deeper. 

Natasha laughs smugly at the sight of you so fried and desperate. She raises the joint to your lips with one hand, encouraging you to take a hit before her other hand wraps loosely around your neck. She doesn’t apply any pressure as you take a long drag, eyes fluttering closed as you involuntarily shiver at the taste lingering on your tongue, but the presence of her grip is enough to have your hips bucking into hers. 

“F-fuck sir!” You cry out when she obliges with your silent request and begins to thrust deeper into your core, the head of the toy pounding right against your sensitive spot with practiced ease as your head falls back against the pillows and your lips release the joint. A cough falls off your lips as you moan around the smoke in your lungs, eyes becoming watery from the burning sting, but you have no time to recover from the hit before Natasha’s hand is tightening around your neck and her hips are setting into you faster and harder. 

Her lips purse as she collects spit on the tip of her tongue, letting it fall against your flush cheek before she smears it down your neck, fingers that are still holding the lit join trailing across the expanse of your sensitive and worked over skin. She’s playing with fire now, quite literally, smearing her spit across your chest until she finds a home at your pebbled nipple and pinches roughly, but you have no ounce of self-preservation in your body as you watch the lit joint fall closer and closer to the marked skin of your chest as she tightened her grip on your neck and leans cynically close to your face. Her eyes are dark, clouded with lust and intoxication. Her hips have set a punishing pace and each time she drives the head of the strap into your g-spot your vision goes white with pleasure. 

“That’s not my fucking name. Are you really that much of a slut that you’re thinking about Masha as I’m fucking you. We can get Masha if you’d like, I’m sure she’d love to watch as I fuck you into my mattress until the only words you know how to say are Daddy please. I’m sure she’d love to lay between these legs and watch my cum spill out of you before I push it right back in and plug you up. Fucking whore. Is Daddy fucking you too good? Is that little brain so overwhelmed with pleasure that you don’t even know who’s fucking you?” Natasha lightens her grip on your nipple, bringing the joint back up to her lips before she drops it into the ashtray on her bedside table and grips the dildo, throwing her head back as her thrusts become choppy. “I bet you’d let anyone fuck this cunt. All you want is to cum. Fuck!” She curses as she drops her body against yours, lips capturing yours in a bruising kiss as she squeezes the shaft tightly, cum spurting against your walls and marking them with a milky whiteness. “Cum with me. Fuck!” 

With her permission, the coil in your belly finally snaps, and you arch into her touch as she rides out her own orgasm, the cum slipping down your legs and coating your inner thighs and her sheets. “Fuck Daddy!” 

“Good girl. Scream my name. Let Masha hear how good I’m making you feel.” 

Wanda – 

When Wanda invited you over to fuck, you’d anticipated something quick. What you hadn’t expected, was for her to bind your wrists to her headboard and force your legs apart with her recently purchased spreader bar. You’d been at her mercy for hours now, writhing on the bed beneath her as she took her time working you up. First it had been her fingers that dared to ruin you, the ringed digits slipping between your folds and teasing your clit and entrance until you were dripping onto the bed sheets and pleading with her to give you something more. She’d agreed easily, not even putting up a fight to prove her dominance over you. Those skilled fingers had turned into a skilled tongue. The hot muscle pressed against your clit, lapped at your entrance and slurped up the damp arousal that glistened beneath the moonlight that bled into the room from the open window. She was relentless in her teasing, and as overstimulated as you were beneath her touch, you were equally as frustrated. She’d been at it for hours, bringing you just close enough to taste the sweet relief of your orgasm before she pulled away and began the process all over again. You’d cursed her out six times since she started, and each time she merely chuckled against your core and slapped her palm down harshly against your cunt, sure to let her fingers brush against your clit for merely a second before it was gone and her tongue soothed the ache but brought nothing more. 

Your hands itched to tangle into her hair, and yet each time you reached for her you remembered how she’d so intricately bound you to the headboard with the softest rope in her collection. Your hips bucked upward as she pulled away again, your entrance clenching around nothing as your clit throbbed and protested. A broken cry fell off your lips as you shook your head frantically, needing her back on you and relieving the intense ache that she had single handedly created. Her lips and chin glistened with your arousal as she smirked down at you, the vibrating egg between her legs working her up to an orgasm you could only beg for. 

A whine rippled through your chest before it tumbled into the room, the words you’d been chanting for hours mangled and wrong as they came spiraling out fast and strung together. “Captain! P-Please!” Wanda growled lowly at the slip, her eyes dark and sinister as she leaned forward to grab your jaw and force your eyes on her. 

“What did you call me?” Despite how she articulated every syllable in the sentence, she wasn’t really looking for you to respond to her. In a swift motion, she’d reached across the bed to grab the panties that she’d pulled from your legs when you’d first joined her in the bedroom, and shoved them into your mouth. The balled up fabric was damp and uncomfortable as it sat on your tongue, but despite how hard you strained to force them away from your mouth, you couldn’t get them out with your arms bound and her body restricting your movements. 

Your eyes tracked her movements as she fumbled around in the drawers of her bedside table, thighs straddling your waist as she leaned forward and subsequently rocked the vibrating egg farther into her tight channel. She trembled in pleasure, but everything about her was always so perfectly kept that it was hardly noticeable to anyone who wasn’t you. Her rustling had lasted mere seconds before a black marker that had been used weeks prior to mark up a project poster now in her grip and uncapped. You had no idea what she planned to do with it, but there wasn’t any way for you to ask if you wanted to. You were helpless to watch as she slid down your body and dragged the inky tip across the skin of your breasts before moving downward. 

You gasped when the cold tip of the marker dragged across the skin right above your mound, thick black letters that you had to strain your neck to read lingering on your skin only to be gone when you washed your body of her touch later that night. ‘Mommy’s Slut’, was written just above your cunt, but Wanda wasn’t satisfied in stopping there. She dragged the felt tip across the inside of your thigh, holding your legs still as they wiggled away from the ticklish sensations she provoked. A thick arrow pointed straight at your weeping entrance, and Wanda was cruel enough to write, ‘cum slut’ at the tip of the arrow. A cry fell off your lips when she threw the marker onto the floor, and returned to her position between your legs. Her mouth was cruel as it worked you up to the edge, but unlike the times prior, she hadn’t stopped when you’d begun to wriggle around as an indication of your approaching orgasm. You fell over the cliffside in bliss, but that had only lasted long enough for your orgasm to crash over you and then she was gone, forcing you to ride it out with no further stimulation. 

A harsh slap met your sensitive cunt when you finally stilled on her bed, teary eyed and desperate for something more as you stared up at her with wide pleading eyes. Wanda wasn’t willing to comply however, and instead of satisfying you fully, she trailed harsh bites up your torso and between the valley of your breasts before her lips, still glistening with your arousal, found a home against yours. The dainty pink panties with a frail little bow on the waistband still between your teeth and properly wet from your saliva, but she hadn’t trailed so close to your face to kiss you. Instead, she settled her harsh glare on you, a sinister smile curling the edges of her lips upward as she let a damp finger stroke across your cheekbones, “I guess Mommy has to remind you of who you belong to. We’ll see if you deserve to cum in a few days.” 

Carol –

The buttplug is an added sensation that Carol uses to her advantage as she works to unravel you completely before you both have to leave for class. You’re not new to butt plugs, Maria’s quite the fan of them, but you’re new to them with Carol and the ways that she likes to toy with your stimulated body. You're on all fours in the center of her bed, knees sinking into the mattress as your hands grasp and twist at the comforter, absolutely desperate for relief that’s been slowly building beneath the surface. Her fingers are buried deep into your core, curling into your g-spot and massaging your velvet walls with pride. Her tongue circles the plug in your ass teasingly, and every couple of minutes when you least expect it, she presses against the base of the plug in tandem with her harsher thrusts before she scissors you open. 

Carol smirks against your ass as she sinks her teeth into your left cheek, her hand slapping down on you right just as she flicks her thumb over your clit. A muffled moan falls off of your lips as you bury your face into the comforter, your hips rocking back on their own accord as you attempt to chase after her touch, a strangled cry of, “Daddy more!”, vibrating your cheek as you twist your head to rest your cheek against the comforter and stare back at her. 

Carol is relatively unbothered by your slip of her title, but she doesn’t let it go entirely, not that you’re aware yet. Her fingers work into you easily, her thumb rubbing harsher, tighter circles around your clit until you're spasming on the bed. She smirks against the globe of your ass, her thumb pressing firmly against the plug with the hand that’s not buried between your thighs. “That’s not my name Princess and you know that.” Carol says smugly, grinding her hips down onto the edge of the bed as she chases her own relief, knowing there’s not enough time in the ten minutes she has left with you to reverse your position and have you go down on her. 

“Captain!” You cry out sharply, reaching your hand back to grasp onto Carol’s as the coil builds in your belly almost unbearably. The engineering major merely smirks, digging her teeth into your ass a final time before she encourages you to spill around her fingers. That’s all it takes for you to cave and tremble as she continues to scissor you open and curl her fingers into your cunt, but as quickly as your orgasm comes, she’s pulling away and throwing your clothes at your head. “You’re really going to go to class like that?” You question her, laying dazing on her bed as you twist onto your back and watch her run a baby wipe between her legs before she’s wiggling into a pair of fresh panties and reaching for her pants. 

“Yes, and so are you. Get up. That plug doesn’t come out until I take it out.” She says in the most unphased tone, reaching for the crewneck that’s been laying across her desk chair for days, not even bothering to reach for the bra that’s only inches away. 

“W-What?” Your eyes go wide as you sit up in bed, wincing slightly at the pressure in your ass as the plug presses against the inner parts of you sweetly, ropes of pleasure shooting through your core. 

“You didn’t think I’d let you off that easily, did you, Princess?” Carol merely winks before she’s flying out of the room, shouting that you have three minutes to meet her in the car before she leaves without you and makes you walk to class.

[lacy-oh-lacy]

Marvel Women's reactions to your nudes

♡Plus: receiving them in public

Wanda's body reacts quicker than her brain. She shields her phone, but she can't bring herself to turn it off, staring in awe at your picture. Flustered and wet, she doesn't think twice about getting the hell out of there. She texts you all the way home, praising your photo, telling you what she's gonna do to you when she gets there and warning you not to start without her.

Natasha's face is stoic but she shifts in her seat. Unfortunately, she has responsibilities that she can't blow off to reply to you. So instead she sits there, growing increasingly frustrated, counting the seconds until she can leave and trying to get that image you sent out of her head. She's texting back the second she can, and she is pissed. Doing this is a real easy way to put her in a dom mood.

Carol is surprised and instantly horny but she has the good sense to turn off her phone and take it somewhere private before she texts back. She's really good at dirty talk and by extension sexting, and she might just risk sending her own photo too. She's not coming home early though, she's just playing your own game and seeing how you like it when you're the one being teased and left waiting.

Valkyrie has a good poker face, which is fortunate because you just got her really hot and bothered. She’s low-key shameless, she peers around the room just to make sure there's no direct attention on her, then starts texting back on the spot, and like Carol, she has strong sexting game. She only bothers taking it somewhere private if it's to sneak off to rub one out or better yet, call you.

Kate .exe has stopped working. She stares at your picture way too long, and then panics when she remembers she's in public. She’s so obvious, fumbling and making a terrible excuse to leave. She's bad at subtlety normally and she’s worse when she's horny. She's so excited to text you back (not before saving the pic to her phone), absolutely lavishing you in praise and making it clear how much your photo affected her.

Masterlist

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One Shots

First Encounters (Daddy!Natasha x Fem!Reader) 18+

My Masterpiece (Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x Subby!Student!Wanda) 18+

Submission (Photography Professor!Fem!Reader x Subby!Student!Wanda)

Oh Captain My Captain (Carol Danvers x GN!Shapeshifter!Reader) 18+ requested

My Voice of Reason (Carol Danvers x fem!Avenger!reader) requested

How You and I Became We (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)

Under Her Spell (Top!Mommy!Agatha Harkness x subby!bottom!fem!Reader) 18+

Tender Temptations (Experienced!Agatha Harkness x innocent!reader) 18+requested

Stress Relief (Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

Please Mommy? (Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Sugar baby!fem!reader) 18+ Requested

Mommy Can We Play? (Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader) 18+

Mommy’s Good Girl (Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

The Price of Power (Dark!Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested

Healing Bonds (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(past))

The Widow's Shadow (Natasha Romanoff x enhanced!Stark!Fem!Reader) 18+

If You Love Her (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(Past))

To Warm you Up (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)

Revolving Around You (Beefy!Natasha x Fem!Reader)

Calling On You (Wanda x Natasha x fem!avenger!reader) 18+

Lost and Found (Carol Danvers x Avengers!GN!Reader)

You Were Red and You Liked Me Because I Was Blue (Mom's bsf!Wanda Maximoff x shy!innocent!Romanoff!fem!reader) 18+ Requested

You Just Want Attention. (Service top!Agatha Harkness x Power bottom!Fem!Reader) 18+ requested

Overworked (Agatha Harkness x Big Boss!Fem!Reader) 18+ Requested

My Missing Piece (616!Wanda x 199999!fem!reader) 18+

Your Knight (beefy!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader) requested

Long Day (Police Officer!Wanda Maximoff x bratty!fem!reader) 18+

Becoming Yours (Dark!Natasha x Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader) 18+

Nothing to Fear Dear (Alpha!Agatha Harkness x Omega!fem!reader) 18+

Thow A Tantrum (Mob boss!Lizzie Olsen x fem!reader)

My Honey Bunny (Mommy!Agatha Harkness x subby!fem!reader)

Strip That Down (Professor!Wanda Maximoff x student!stripper!fem!reader) 18+

Stability (subby!emo!Wanda Maximoff x G!P!super soldier!reader) 18+

Dangerous Woman (Mob Boss!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader) 18+

Walking the Road for Her (Wanda Maximoff x Gray Witch!Reader)

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Meeting the Team

Carol Danvers x Female Reader

Carol brings Monica and Kamala home to take refuge for an evening and to meet her wife. Fluff ensues

Note: I was just thinking about Carol having a secret wife and the lovely Monica and Kamala meeting her. Enjoy this one!

Carol Danvers Masterlist, Main Masterlist

You’re stirred from your sleep when you hear the sound of a ship landing near your house. You hope it’s Carol’s.

When you hear the sound of the front door unlocking, you roll out of bed and walk to greet her in the front room.

She’s in her suit but it looks a little worse for wear. Carol catches sight of you and the weight falls off her shoulders.

“Hey sweetheart,” Carol says softly, a smirk rests on her face.

You cross the room quickly and pull her into a hug. She flinches due to her own soreness but keeps hugging you anyways.

“Are you okay?” You ask her, grabbing her face in your hands.

“I’m okay,” she says.

Her eyes are determined. You realize she’s here just for a short time to regroup or gather some information.

“I missed you,” you say.

“I missed you,” Carol replies.

You lean in to kiss her but you stop short when you see two women, or rather one woman and one teenage girl, walk in the door behind her.

“Carol?” You alert her to the presence.

“It’s okay,” Carol says. “We’re- well I guess we’re a team.”

“We are so a team,” the teenage girl says.

Carol tries to hold back a smile but you see it on her face that she likes these teammates. She turns around and holds you by the waist.

“Y/n, this is Kamala and Monica,” Carol says.

“Wait, the Monica?” You ask. The woman’s eyes flash to Carol’s at your words.

“Yeah,” Carol says. “Our powers are entangled.”

“Right, okay. It’s nice to meet you both, come on in and make yourself comfortable,” you say.

They move to sit on the couch. Carol goes to the bathroom to freshen up first.

“What was your name again?” Monica asks you.

“Y/n,” you supply. “I’m Carol’s wife.”

“Oh my god,” Kamala says, mostly to herself.

“What?” You ask.

“Oh, she’s just a fan girl,” Monica explains. “She’ll be writing fanfiction later about Carol having a secret wife.”

You chuckle at the girl’s antics. You can’t blame her for loving Carol enough to want to create new versions of her.

“Carol and I got married a few years ago,” you say. “But we really haven’t been able to spend much time together. Planets need saving and all that.”

“Sounds familiar,” Monica says.

Carol enters the room and sits down next to you with a sigh. You want to ask more about her reuniting with Monica but that’s for another time when it’s just the two of you.

“Do you have powers?” Kamala asks. You realize this girl has a talent for breaking awkward silences.

“I do not,” you say. “Although, wrangling this one in should be considered a power.”

“Wow,” Carol says. “I’m offended.”

“Don’t be, baby,” you say. You kiss her cheek and she tries to hide her blush. “It’s a privilege to love you. Even when you run off to space for months at a time.”

“You could go with me if you want,” Carol shrugs.

“Nope. That’s your world up there. Not mine,” you reply. Carol only smiles. “Are you guys hungry?”

“Starving,” Kamala answers. “I mean no, we’re good.”

“Come with me,” you tell her.

You lead the girl into the kitchen and let her take her pick of food to eat. She settles on a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Kamala asks you a few questions about Carol and your relationship. She seems genuinely excited with every answer she receives.

Monica and Carol are in the living room still. You don’t hear much talking, so you make Carol a sandwich and go get her.

“Babe, I made you a sandwich,” you say. “Please eat at least half. I know you haven’t been remembering to eat a lot.”

“I’m fine,” Carol says. “I get enough.”

“Go.” You leave no room for argument. She sighs and goes to the kitchen. That leaves you alone with Monica.

The woman is sitting on the couch. You know from her vantage point that she can see the framed photo of Maria that Carol keeps on the shelf.

“I’m sorry to hear about your mom,” you say, not really knowing what to say.

“Oh, thanks,” she replies.

“You know I think Carol has some more pictures around here somewhere,” you say. “Maybe next time you come by we can look for them.”

“Yeah,” Monica says noncommittally.

“Do you need anything? A drink, food, medicine?” You ask.

“Thank you. I’m okay,” Monica says.

“Are you sure? I can tell Carol is sore so I can imagine you all are,” you say.

“You can tell that about her just from looking at her?”

“From the hug. She flinched,” you explain. “She never admits she’s hurting, but I know she is. Although, I do see a part of her healing. Probably from reuniting with you. She seems happier.”

Monica nods. She knows that this has meant a lot to Carol. It means a lot to her too, but right now she’s still a bit hardened to the idea of being in her presence again.

Carol and Kamala come back into the room before you can say anything else. You help show them where to sleep and then end up back your bedroom with Carol.

She changes into some pajamas and snuggles into bed next to you. You rest your head against her shoulder.

“How long?” You ask her.

“Just until morning,” Carol replies. “I need to fix a part of my ship. And I wanted to see you.”

“How are you doing with this whole Monica thing?”

Carol takes a deep breath. She hasn’t really had time to stop and think about it.

“I’m okay I think,” she says. “I’m good. It’s amazing how she’s grown up to be so wonderful.”

“Yeah? She has powers, that’s insane.”

“I know,” Carol says. “I didn’t know that until I saw her with Fury. She’s really a great person too. I definitely couldn’t keep Kamala as safe without her.”

“What’s the deal with Kamala? She’s a kid who loves you?” You ask, a chuckle escaping from your lips.

“Apparently,” Carol sighs. “But I really don’t feel like I’m a good role model for her. Maybe she’s seeing that in the choices I’ve already had to make in front of her.”

“Hey, you always do your best. Sacrifices are necessary. You know that, baby,” you try to encourage her. “The way that girl looks at you definitely makes me know that she looks up to you.”

Carol kisses your head and rubs a hand over your back. It’s slightly warmer than normal, meaning she’s using her powers to help you relax.

“We need some sleep,” Carol says.

“We do,” you reply. “Hey, don’t let me forget to tell Kamala in the morning about how we met.”

“Oh god, she’s going to write a story about it,” Carol says. “Whatever fanfiction is.”

“It’s fantastic,” you reply.

“You know what it is?”

“Of course, babe.”

“And you’ve read it?” She asks. You nod. “About me?”

“No,” you laugh out. “I don’t need to when I have you already, my love. Although, I do need some new content.”

Carol grins mischievously. She’s sent you countless videos, pictures, and voice memos over the years. But it has been a while since she has done that for you.

“Tell you what, when this thing is over I’m coming back home for a while,” she says. “And we can spend our time doing whatever we want.”

“I’d love that,” you say. “Goodnight, my love.”

“Goodnight, my beautiful wife,” Carol replies.

You kiss her lips for a few minutes before you both feel the weight of sleep fall over you.

When you wake in the morning, you spend a few more hours with Carol, Kamala, and Monica. The goodbye is always hard, but you know Carol will come back to you. She always does.

[three-unspoken-words]

You’re pretty. You’re so pretty. It’s actually unbelievable how gorgeous you are. You’re pretty and funny and you’re everything I want. You’re the one I want to tell the good and bad news to, and the one I want to wake up with a text from. You’re the one I close my eyes thinking about and the one I look for in every room. You’re perfect, you’re perfect for me.

And maybe in another universe you’d think that too.