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wandaslovey · 4 months ago

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ᴀ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɴᴇᴡ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ; ᴀ ᴋɪɴᴋʏ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴋɴᴇᴡ

➺ dom!wandanat x sub!fem!reader

word count ~ 5.3k

authors note: part two is here!! let me just say, thank you all SO so much for all the love you gave me for part one 🫶🏻. there’s a little treat for y’all at the end 🤭 comment to be added to the tag list! this is not proofread.

authors note: for part three, i’m probably going to do a time skip where the contract has been signed and their relationship has begun. don’t worry though, it will still be in the beginning stages!

content warning(s): legal age gap, dom/sub dynamics, in-depth discussions about bdsm and bdsm contracts, kissing, brief mentions of masturbation

venturing is inevitable: masterlist

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you pop in your wireless earbuds, scrolling on your phone to one of your comfort playlists. it was saturday and you were currently in a taxi on your way to the maximoff-romanoff household. it felt so surreal being in this situation. the more you thought about it, the more nervous you felt, so you opted for listening to some music to calm your nerves.

they’d texted you their address the day before, and you were surprised to find out they lived outside the city in the suburbs. not just any suburbs though—the rich suburbs. scarsdale to be more specific. it was just over 20 miles out of manhattan, so the drive usually took between 30-40 minutes, depending on traffic.

you found yourself feeling grateful that mrs. romanoff texted you early in the morning, telling you she insisted they cover the cost of the taxi as when you glance up at the meter halfway through the drive, it was already almost $100.

you’d thought a lot about your coffee “date” with the two married lawyers. you’d taken it upon yourself to do some of your own research on google the afternoon after returning home, but you quickly regretted it as all the images of people tied in uncomfortable positions frightened you. it didn’t help that the majority of the websites listed first were amateurs who didn’t truly understand bdsm dynamics or relationships—but you didn’t know that yet.

there was something else that made you uncomfortable. well, rather something that made you feel shamefully hot in a way you weren’t familiar with. you think back to a few days ago at the coffee shop, noticing all the little ways both mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff gently asserted dominance: they both waited outside, the door was held open for you, they ordered and paid for you, mrs. maximoff guided you gently through the shop, mrs. romanoff hailed you a cab and they both saw you off.. it was all in the little things. all those little things which were carefully calculated and amounted to you feeling safe—cared for. you never imagined you would notice, let alone care for someone to take charge in that way, but you did. you couldn’t begin to imagine all the others things that were typically encapsulated within a dominant. things you were sure both mrs.romanoff and her wife possessed. how far did their dominating desire go? was there anything they didn’t like to have control of?

the cab driver turns down their street, slowing down after passing the first 3 well-spaced out houses and you look out the window to see what you assume to be their home. their house had a clean, modern vibe with some bold design elements. the exterior was wrapped in crisp white paneling, which contrasted against the deep black roof and window frames. the windows were framed with sleek black trim, giving the house a more modern/contemporary feel. the front porch had a few steps leading up to the door, and above it, there’s a simple black square awning that extends out, adding a cool architectural touch. it gave the entrance a little extra character while still keeping things minimal. to the side, there’s a driveway that leads to the garage, and the front featured a circular driveway that made for an easy and elegant arrival or departure. the layout felt both functional and stylish, and modern yet still welcoming.

it’s mrs. maximoff that comes out of the house to greet you. she was dressed in a simple black long-sleeved button up with some white wide leg jeans. her hair was up, twisted in a messy knot that still managed to look elegant. she looked beautiful.

she quickly makes her way over to the taxi driver, handing him a wad of cash without batting an eye. you couldn’t see for sure, but it looked like more than the actual fee that was meant to be paid.

“hey, you,” her greeting paired with what seemed to be her signature smile made you feel all warm and fuzzy inside. she seemed genuinely happy to see you again, and for that you felt delighted. you were equally as excited to see her again, even if the circumstances were a bit nerve wracking.

you return her greeting with a small hello, feeling a little flustered when she looks you over in a not-so secretive way.

“look at you…

you know, you really didn’t have to get all dressed up for us,” she grins blithely before leading the way back through the circular drive to the front door.

“this? oh i sort of just threw it on… should i have chosen something else?” you ask shyly as you keep pace with her, walking right by her side.

you’d chosen to wear a rose taupe ruched mini dress with white high tops, and you did not in fact ‘just throw it on.’ it was the 5th outfit you’d tried on before deciding that was what you’d wear.

“i’m messing with you, dragotsennaya veshch. you look very beautiful,” she appraises you and you feel yourself blush at the attention. you remember the nickname from the last time she called you that, but you still had no idea what it meant.

she steps in front, reaching to open the door for you before you both step inside. you marvel at the interior, which was just as beautiful as the outside, however it was less bright. there were more dark tones in here mimicking that of the office at their law firm.

“wow…you guys have a beautiful home,” you muse, admiring the high ceiling in the entry way and the minimal decor.

“well, thank you. follow me.” she speaks warmly, stepping ahead of you to lead you through the house. you find yourself looking around as she walks in front of you, noticing that there weren’t very many personal touches, but they were there if you looked hard enough. in a way, their house almost look like a museum—free of dust and exceptionally organized.

she leads you into a huge open room which appeared to be a cozy living space and just a little past that, the kitchen. there were black pendant lights dangling from the ceiling above the island, which had a black and white marble countertop. you see mrs. romanoff with her back to you, pouring herself a glass of filtered water.

“natasha, our guest is here,” she announces, placing a hand on your back and gently nudging you forward closer to the counter top. natasha turns, an easy smile gracing her features.

even with just a brief glimpse, you couldn’t help but observe how she seemed to be much more at ease in her home. her usual more stiff posture relaxed and the air around her felt a little lighter than normal.

“hi there, pretty girl,” she looks you over, just as her wife did, only she does it even more obviously. “wearing another cute outfit i see,” she murmurs, but it seems like the observation was mostly meant for herself as her eyes continue skimming your figure.

“i thought the same thing! i told her she didn’t have to dress up for us,” mrs. maximoff chuckles, her wife joining in. for that moment, it was as if they were talking about you like weren’t even there, which brought back a now familiar feeling of being small in their presence.

you shrug, ducking your head forward so your hair falls into your face, covering your blush. you hear mrs. romanoff set her glass on the countertop before she rounds the kitchen island, walking until she was standing right next to you. you watch her through your peripheral vision until she’s close enough that you half turn to face her. her hand comes up to gently lift your chin, her finger curling underneath it.

“hey, we’re just teasing you. don’t hide your face from me.” her voice was gentle yet you could sense that she was being serious about you trying to hide your bashfulness from her. you nod your head very slowly, now captivated with her closeness and the air of dominance she carried over with her.

“good. i’d hate to miss seeing these cheeks blush. it’s very cute,” she adds, making your cheeks flame even hotter. she smiles at that, immediately noticing the difference in shade.

“wanda, look at her,” she muses and your eyes dart from hers to mrs. maximoff who steps over to her wife’s side, appraising your pink cheeks with a smile of her own.

“da—dragotsennaya veshch. i told you the name suits her perfectly,” mrs. romanoff hums at her wife’s comment. they both gaze at you, desire and sinful admiration gleaming behind their impossibly green eyes. you fight the urge to suck on your bottom lip, figuring it would only give them more fuel to embarrass you.

you were about to ruin their little moment and ask what name it was that wanda kept referring to you as, but mrs. romanoff suddenly drops her hand, the both of them stepping back away from you.

“do you want some water, (y/n)? are you thirsty?” mrs. romanoff asks, already rounding the counter to the cupboard to retrieve a glass.

“yeah sure,” you nod politely, reaching to grab the glass from her once she’s filled it with water. you take a swig, regardless of not actually being thirsty.

“here, come sit,” mrs. maximoff puts a hand on your elbow, guiding you into the living room area which was just a step down from the kitchen. there was a large sofa towards the center, facing a whole glass wall which stretched across the large open room and overlooked their beautiful backyard. it was so green; many trees, bushes and grass to marvel at.

mrs. maximoff sits on the couch, patting the spot next to her. you sit down, your glass in hand, which she gently takes from you and sets in a cup holder to your right. as she reaches over you, even for the brief moment, you smell a trace of her perfume which smelled something like pears, fig leaves and sandalwood. it was heavenly and somehow seemed to fit her perfectly.

“so, how was the rest of your week? how were your classes?” she asks, propping her elbow on the back couch cushion and resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. something about having her full attention on you in such close proximity made your heart stutter.

“it was good! i only go in person 3 days a week and the rest is online. the homework load was about a medium for this week, so i wasn’t too overwhelmed or anything.” as you speak, mrs. romanoff enters the living room, sitting next to her wife on the couch. she crosses her legs, leaning close to her wife so she can see you just as well.

“what does a ‘medium’ homework load look like to you?” mrs. romanoff asks with a smirk. she must’ve remembered what you’d said at the interview about loving homework.

you sigh amusedly, giving wanda a quick glance to see a touch of a knowing smile on her face. you two were fellow academic lovers it seemed like.

“2 short essays, 3 discussion boards and 1 little worksheet thing.. no big deal,” you giggle softly when mrs. romanoff rolls her eyes at your response.

“right - okay,” she mutters though there’s an affectionate smile curling at her lips.

there was a small bout of silence which was comfortable given the light-hearted tone of the conversation, but that didn’t last very long.

“so, have you thought any more about our conversation at the coffee shop?” mrs. romanoff asks. your tummy does a flip flop at the change in subject, but you knew this was ultimately what you were here for.

“a-a little yeah,” you say, not offering anything else just yet. you look down at your lap, your hands playing with the hem of your dress ending several inches above your knee.

“anything you’d like to share?” mrs. romanoff presses, her features etched with amused interest. she loved the way you instantly became more shy with the new topic of conversation.

“uhm.. well i found some stuff on the internet.. more pictures and some examples of the..um..contracts you mentioned,” you pause, your eyes flickering up from your lap to mrs. maximoff’s face and then her wife’s. mrs. maximoff nods encouragingly, wanting you to continue.

“the contracts largely consisted of rules? is that accurate—like something you guys want from me?” you ask slowly, fighting the urge to bury yourself in a hole and hide. you could feel your skin crawling from how out of your element you felt.

“yes, our contract would have rules. we only have a few set rules for each submissive, but the others we come up with will be personalized just for you once we begin our..relationship,” mrs. maximoff tucks some hair behind your ear, her hand resting just above your knee, trying to be reassuring.

you swallow, gathering up the courage to ask your new follow-up question. “what sort of rules?” your mind thinks back to the many drafted up contracts on the internet, wondering if any of the rules you saw there were ones they’d want for you.

“before we answer that—how do you feel about rules? just thinking about it right now, how would you feel if there were rules we asked you to follow?” mrs. romanoff asks, leaning forward as she rests her elbows on her blue-jean clad thighs. you ponder her question, playing out a scenario in your mind. you remember one “sample” rule you saw online: ‘always greet your dominant kneeling by the door upon their arrival.’ that one was more extreme. you thought of two others: no touching yourself without permission and always address your dominant by their honorific. those ones made your cheeks flush red again, a deep blush gracing your features that couldn’t be ignored.

“look at that blush.. now you have to tell us what you’re thinking,” mrs. maximoff gently nudges you with her shoulder, giving your thigh a little squeeze.

you clear your throat, your fingers drawing imaginary patters on the thigh mrs. maximoff wasn’t holding. “i was just remembering some of the rules..” you reply vaguely. mrs. maximoff hums, sounding unsatisfied with your concise answer. she gently lifts your chin as her wife did earlier, her pointer finger curled under your jaw and her thumb holding your chin in place.

“hey, listen to me. if talking about this truly makes you uncomfortable, we can stop right now. we don’t have to do this if it’s not something you want,” you look into her green eyes, reading the gentleness and sincerity there. your eyes flicker over to mrs. romanoff who had a similar expression, and she nodded at her wife, drawing your attention back to mrs. maximoff.

you hold eye contact with her for a few seconds, finding great comfort in the tenderness held in her green orbs. “that’s not what i want,” you manage to speak, pausing for a second to gather your thoughts. “i’m just not used to talking so openly about this kind of stuff…or having this much attention,” you admit softly, wanting to look down but wanda’s fingers hold you firmly in place.

“you don’t have to be so embarrassed, honey, though it is really cute. still.. this is a safe space. you can ask or tell us anything,” mrs. romanoff reaches her hand across her wife and affectionately traces down your nose, smiling as she does so.

“you think it’s cute?” you blurt the question aloud without really thinking to stop yourself. mrs. romanoff grins wider, a gleam twinkling in her eye.

“it is. i don’t know if i’ve ever met somebody so innocent. it’s equally as cute as it is sexy.” you smile shyly at her words, looking back from her to her wife. mrs. maximoff smiles, her eyes flicking down to your lip which you coyly sucked into your mouth. she uses her thumb to pull your lip free from your teeth, tsking gently as she does so. your breath hitches at the action which both mrs. maximoff and mrs. romanoff notice but don’t comment on.

“how about this, why don’t we start somewhere else? how about you tell us why you didn’t say no right away when we posed the question the other day?” mrs. maximoff asks. you don’t have to think about her question long before you have an answer.

“i guess i was just intrigued.. i mean i guess the thought of being able to submit in some ways is..appealing to me?” you say it as a question, unsure you’re using the correct words to communicate your feelings.

“that’s a good start, detka. tell us more along those lines. what about it appeals to you?” mrs. romanoff encourages you.

you inhale slowly, looking off to the side as you think of how to expand upon your answer. “i think similar to other people, i would like a space or time where i don’t have to have control over all aspects of my life. kinda like…like i want to be able to shut my mind off sometimes - if that makes sense?” you half shrug your shoulder, looking between the two women to see if it looks like they understood your explanation.

“that makes perfect sense, sweetheart. that’s exactly what submission does. when you turn yourself over to your dominant, there’s a sense of freedom that comes with it. knowing that there’s someone you trust that is going to take control and steer you in a certain direction—and you don’t have to think or worry about anything.” mrs. maximoff’s explanation was very appealing to you. you think back on moments when life was really stressful and realize how much more doable those moments would have been had you been able to silence your mind for a little bit.

“that does sound really nice,” you mumble, mostly to yourself, but both of the lawyers noticed. the two of them chuckle softly at your admission, thoroughly entertained by your cuteness.

mrs. romanoff and mrs. maximoff continue educating you on the many beauties of being a submissive. they’d told you it wasn’t just about the sex, in fact, the sex was never really as good if the dynamic wasn’t always held firmly in place in other aspects of life as well. you listen intently to their words, becoming more and more intrigued by the idea of signing a contract with them by the minute.

“(y/n)?” mrs. romanoff asks after a little bit of her and her wife talking at you.

“hmm?” you look at her curiously, her tone making you slightly nervous to hear her question.

“what was it earlier that had you so embarrassed? something about some rules you found online?” you swallow thickly, remembering the two rules that made you blush so deeply. up until this point, the three of you had all managed not to make this conversation so much about the sexual aspects of bdsm, but rather more the dynamics. your answering the question would change that.

“well…there was one about always addressing your dominant using their honorific and then, um.. well the other said..” you trail off, pressing your lips together as you bounce your leg a bit anxiously.

“it said what, dragotsennaya veshch? come on, i can see it on the tip of your tongue,” mrs. romanoff encourages, a devious smile curling at the corner of her mouth.

“nottotouchyourselfwithoutpermission,” you mumble quickly, the beginning of a blush coloring the apples of your cheeks.

“ah, what was that?” mrs. romanoff makes a show of cupping her ear and tilting her head to show you she was listening, that same wicked smile still plastered on her face. she’d heard exactly what you said.

“natalia, bud' s ney milym,” mrs. maximoff says in what sounds like a gentle scolding tone.

mrs. romanoff just laughs, reaching over and cupping your jaw with one hand. “i can’t help it, look at her!” you pout at what you now knew was her teasing.

“it really is hard not to tease you when you look like that..” mrs. maximoff murmurs in her wife’s defense, tapping your nose as she has her own more subtle version of a wicked smile.

“i can’t help it! when you guys talk to me like that, i have to blush!” you explain, a little exasperated.

“like what?? like you’re the most adorable thing ever? i could eat you up (y/n), i swear to the gods,” mrs. romanoff grins at her own words, seemingly high on the current air in the room which was very light and fuzzy. mrs. maximoff chuckles, purposely squeezing what she guessed would be a sensitive part of your thigh to get you to join in their light laughter. you shake off the ticklish sensation, stubbornly pressing your lips in a firm line as to not smile as they were openly teasing you without mercy.

“not funny..” you mutter, making a show of crossing your arms over your chest and pouting cutely.

“you’re right - we’re getting off topic. so, back to the rule about not touching yourself…” mrs. romanoff starts, her tone teasing.

“okay! we can go back to teasing me again,” you say a little too loudly, feeling less embarrassed about the topic now, but still a little nervous.

“sorry little girl, you’re not gonna wiggle your way out of this one for a third time,” mrs. maximoff pokes your side before reaching down and casually lifting your legs to drape across both her and her wife’s lap. the sudden change of sitting position and new physical contact made your tummy flutter, your attention suddenly fully locked in on the two of them.

“would you have a problem with that rule?” mrs. maximoff asks, the tone in the air quickly changing again.

“uhm..well i-“ you clear your throat, running your hand nervously through your hair. “is that one of your set rules?” you feel mrs. maximoff’s fingers begin to lightly trace a small line up and down your thigh. she and mrs. romanoff both looked so in their element and you were just here—a clueless little thing.

“yes, it is,” mrs. maximoff responds. you swallow thickly again, a dull ache beginning to settle in your lower tummy. just the thought alone was beginning to make your body heat up. what did they do if their submissive did touch themselves?

“oh…what would you do if your submissive broke that rule?” you ask curiously, unable to keep that question to yourself.

mrs. romanoff looks at her wife and you could see a brief silent conversation happening with their eyes. they both turn their attention back to you before mrs. romanoff speaks up.

“there are a few punishments we would most likely choose from: a spanking, edging or overstimulation. the punishment our submissive would receive would depend on who is delivering the punishment and also what the submissive is okay with and work within her limits.” she explains it so casually, but you find her words anything but casual. you were surprised that the thought of being spanked made you shamefully hot. it was starting to seem like they were awakening something in you you didn’t know existed.

“edging..? is that like an orgasm denial thing?” you ask the clarifying question, both of their ease and openness on the topic beginning to rub off on you a bit. it really did feel like a safe space.

“mhmm, that’s exactly right,” mrs. romanoff nods her head, giving you an encouraging smile.

“so…why that rule?” as you ask your question, the short lines mrs. maximoff was drawing on your leg turn to intricate circles. she seemed to be doing it absentmindedly.

mrs. romanoff purses her lips, her eyes gleaming with desire. “because, detka. if you agree to be our submissive, your pleasure will belong to us. every sound you make, every twitch, every thought we want to be apart of—to possess and control.” her facial expression turns a little harder as she speaks, an air of dominance surrounding the three of you like a little bubble. you feel your mouth go dry, your legs unconsciously pressing together at her words.

“are you alright, sweetheart?” mrs. maximoff asks, noticing your cheeks flush and your legs press together as they still lay across her and her wife’s lap. she knows exactly why you’re suddenly more restless, but she can’t help but tease you a bit with it.

“mhmm, i’m fine,” you squeak, your voice cracking which you try to cover up by clearing your throat. your mind scrambles to think of another question—anything to get the intense attention off of you, even for a moment.

“what do your submissives call you?” you ask, hoping their answer wouldn’t make your panties any wetter than they were already becoming.

mrs. maximoff raises a hand to the side of your face, curling some hair behind your ear as she simply replies, “mommy—they address me as mommy.” she then reaches blindly to the side, cupping under mrs. romanoff’s chin. “and they call natasha, daddy.”

you hear your own breathing hitch, their honorifics taking you back a bit. somehow, they encapsulated those names perfectly but hearing mrs. maximoff say them out loud was a different thing. you picture yourself addressing them as such, and you feel your panties becoming wetter. you mentally slap yourself. you needed to get a grip otherwise you were going to start dripping onto your thigh.

“you like that, don’t you, krasivaya devushka?” mrs. romanoff asks in a low voice, her eyes drinking in your thighs which were now noticeably pressed firmly together.

where your mouth once felt dry, it was now watering. your lips part as you exhale breathily. you look from mrs. romanoff to mrs. maximoff who was now leaning closer to you, glancing at your lips. you lick them subconsciously, leaning closer to her. you feel her hand come to cradle the back of your head, her other hand cupping under your jaw, gripping it more firmly than you’d expect. your breath is shaky as your heart begins to pound in your ears, the smell from mrs. maximoff filling your nose as she leans even closer to you until your faces are merely inches apart.

“do you want this, dragotsennaya veshch?” her voice is seductive and slow as she enunciates her words. her green eyes were hooded, her lips looking so very tempting.

you nod your head, not taking your eyes off of her lips. you see a hint of a smile there as she closes the small gap, her lips parting slightly before she presses them against yours. her lips tasted faintly of grapefruit and you instantly want more of it.

your arms reach up to wrap around her neck as she kisses you slowly but deeply. she hums into your mouth, one of her hands sliding down your arm to your hip and gripping there firmly. so caught up in the sensations of her lips on yours and her hands touching you so expertly, you let out a small whimper. mrs. maximoff gives your hip a squeeze after hearing that, her tongue tracing your bottom lip. just as you part your lips to give her access to your mouth, she pulls away, a pleased smirk on her face.

“a little eager, are we?” she chuckles and it’s only after her comment that you realize in the midst of your kiss, you’ve curled your legs up in her lap, your arms wrapping tightly around her as you cling to her body.

you loosen your hold, feeling a little shy at having so easily gotten carried away. “m’sorry,” you mumble, your legs stretching back out so they’re sprawled across mrs. romanoff’s legs again.

“oh sweetheart, you don’t have to apologize. it’s very cute,” she coos at the end of her sentence, her finger coming up to delicately trace your bottom lip. you look at her, your soft eyes full of wonder and adoration.

“i want to do this,” you announce, looking between mrs. maximoff and mrs. romanoff who had begun stroking your legs as they rest on her thighs.

they both chuckle softly at your pronouncement, finding your sudden enthusiasm amusing.

“patience, pretty girl. there’s still some things we need to discuss before we have you sign the contract,” mrs. romanoff says before continuing, “i think we’ve explored enough for today. why don’t we send you a copy of our contract, you can review it,,and then when we get together next—if you still want to—you can sign it.” she suggests and you readily agree, knowing how badly you already want to see them again and how anxiously eager you are to continue exploring this new world.

you decide to see each other again tomorrow, which was at mrs. maximoff’s suggestion, but they both seemed equally eager to spend more time with you.

they order you an uber, insisting on paying the fee. mrs. romanoff got all stern when you’d said you really didn’t expect them to pay and she told you that was nonsense and that she didn’t want to hear you say another word about them covering costs of things for you.

as they walk you to the door, you say your goodbye’s, excited at the prospect of seeing them tomorrow. you make your way over to the uber parked in the circular driveway, mrs. maximoff lingering the doorway as mrs. romanoff walks you to the car. just before you reach for the door handle, you turn to say something to her and gasp softly when you realize she’s standing very close to you. you could sense a switch had flipped in her—the one that causes her to exude so much more dominant energy.

your posture becomes less dignified, your bottom lip sucked into your mouth as you glance up at her. she leans down close to you, her finger tilting your chin up.

“don’t touch yourself tonight,” she says firmly, her eyes locking in on yours.

“wh-what?” you breath out, feeling a little disoriented with her closeness and the energy she was exuding.

“you heard me—i know you’ll want to. regardless of the contract not being signed, i don’t want you to pleasure yourself. do you understand?” her voice is sinfully sexy as she commands you in a way no one ever has before.

your cheeks blush as you glance from the front door where mrs. maximoff was still standing and then back to her wife. you slowly nod your head, swallowing harshly as your neck was still extended from your chin being lifted up.

“good girl,” she praises, closing the gap and placing a peck on your unsuspecting lips. she releases your face, stepping back and opening the door for you as if nothing had happened. you climb inside in a daze, your eyes fogged over as your mind feels a little fuzzy.

“see you tomorrow, (y/n),” she drags your name out in a slight teasing tone before shutting the door, the car driving off as you’re left sitting there stunned.

there was no way you weren’t going to sign that contract.

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tahliafox · 9 months ago

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Can't Stop.

Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Mommy!Nat, choking, spitting, slight clouded consent that turns into clear consent, dumbing down, scissoring.

Word count: 2992

The window was open ever-so-slightly, but every word spoken and every noise made seemed to ring within Natasha’s ears. Everything was you, all her thoughts were just you. She could frame the way you were laying on your stomach on the grass, leaning on your elbows so you could continuously flick the page of the Oxford Classic in your hands. Little stars shimmered in your eyes from the sun, you’d been out there for hours so it had moved to shine directly onto your face - how you could see Natasha did not know, but she was oh so thankful for the clear view of you front on because the tank top seemed to shimmy down just enough to have a clear view of your cleavage, and with your arms pushed together Natasha was practically drooling. The white linen shorts you had on had ridden up as you fidgeted from the itchiness of the floor and she could see - if she looked hard enough- the little indents of grass blades pressed into the sides of your thighs.

She stared at you intently, drying a porcelain plate with a blue-chequered towel had become a mindless movement- as had everything else dissipated in her brain because, oh God , your lacy white bra was just peaking above the pretty pink tanktop you were wearing and her mind was spiralling. Your father stood besides you, looking down, talking about something that caused your brows to furrow into confusion and look away from the book you were reading - Roxanna by Defoe.

Natasha put down the plate that was completely polished at this point, cleared her throat and brought a bitten-red lip between her teeth. If your father wasn’t standing there she would have taken the silver digital camera on the kitchen shelf and started treating you like her little model, positioning you in all the poses that were flashing throughout her mind. Pricks settled in her stomach as the realisation that you still lived with your father sobered her dirty mind. You were a teenager, at only 19. Not even that, you were her best friend's daughter.

Steve’s daughter.

She’d only met you last year, why he kept you a secret from her she would never know but it was certainly a good idea. The corruptive thoughts that clouded any rational judgement being able to form in her mind had slowly gotten worse, and worse as she got to know you more. The first time you’d stayed round Natasha’s was practically a test of self control for her- which she’d partially lost from stealing a pair of your lacy, baby-pink underwear and keeping them for activities she hoped only you’d imagine her doing. Not that she’d admit to anyone, but the sheets you’d slept in were never washed, nor used again, and sitting in the same house that you now lived in. The thought of setting up a camera in the spare bedroom was maybe a thought too far in her head… she only wanted to see you.

After her and an ex-girlfriend broke up she moved away from the tower and stayed with Steve in his countryside retirement house- the fact that you also lived there totally had nothing to do with it. With every week you got more comfortable with Natasha, the naivety of her actions never faded. Consistently testing the boundaries, she’d sit so close to you as you watched a movie, when she’d talk to you her hands always found a way to your thigh, or shoulder, or neck, or any skin she could see. Steve never thought anything of it, after all you were both girls- for all he knew Natasha was much of a motherly figure to you.

Rolling over onto your back, completely abandoning the book in your hands, a loud, exacerbated sigh left your mouth - stopping Natasha’s whirling train of thought.

“I told you I had to go away for the week! I cannot help that.” Steve spoke sternly.

You groaned and threw your hands over your eyes to finally shield them from the sun. a smile creeped up on Natasha’s face at your teenage ignorance. Your movements seemed to freeze for one second and you arched your back to look at Natasha in the window upside down.

“Natty! Come here please.” You spoke so sweetly, with a menacing grin on your face. She immediately stepped out onto the patio and went to stand in the shade. Steve smiled at her sheepishly, then looked back at you.

What on earth you were going to ask her, she did not know. Nonetheless, she’d do it with no hesitation.

“You’ll be here to take care of me, right?” You sat up onto your ass and asked, giving Natasha your best puppy-dog eyes. She blushed so obviously, then walked over to stand behind you. You lent back onto her shins and looked up at her as she looked directly at your father.

“Not quite sure about that, my love. Maybe I'm going with Steve.”

You gasped and lent away from her.

“How dare you!” You stood up. “I cannot be here all by myself, I beg… please you know I hate the dark.” You whispered the last bit only to Natasha.

And of course, two days later Steve had gone and you and Natasha sat comfortable in the living room watching TV. The idea of going with Steve to visit the squad never even crossed her mind. A movie that Nat had let you pick was playing in the background. Recently, you had been obsessed with Cate Blanchett so you picked Carol. It was an innocent choice, knowing nothing about the movie itself. Natasha, however, knew everything about it… the sheer glee that ran through her when you brought it to her was slightly shameful.

A pale, thin hand slowly stroked a pattern on your thigh, red acrylic nails tracing forwards… then backwards, then down to the inside of your thigh, then back up onto your knee, then over and over again. A soft flutter beat inside your ears, cheeks flushed a continuous red and little breaths kept pattering out your nose. If Natasha had any idea the way her hand was affecting you, you were sure she would laugh at you.

The pattering of the rain on the window matched your heart beat, fast and irregular. Summer showers were common, and you knew that within the hour there would be some thunder.

Natasha had her hair in a loose bun, pulled through the hair tie and just left in a knot. It was like silk anyways so Natasha probably had no worries of it becoming tangled, you could tell how soft it was from the way little face-framing pieces fell against ivory cheeks. Her freckles seemed to stick out more today from a rosey-blush against her cheeks, when Nat removed her makeup it must’ve irritated her skin a little.

She was sitting there so beautifully, and… God her hand was on your thigh, and you were hardly breathing, and if you could you knew she wouldn't want you, there was no way, and oh my god were you a pervert thinking of her hand like this, and you were wet, so, so wet and she was just sitting there so innocently, so motherly-

“What's up?” the groan of her joints was practically audible as she turned to face you, interrupting your slow cascade into a swoon-induced panic attack. She figured it out, she totally must have figured out what a creep you were-

A soft hand groomed its way through your hair. “Sweetheart, talk to me.” Natasha soothed, her voice dripping with honey.

The juxtaposition of an empty house and a motorway in New York was personified by your racing mind and the words coming out of your mouth. Why was it so hard to form some sort of coherent sentence?

Natasha just waited patiently, somehow she knew that something was up, maybe your dad being away freaked you out, or the movie was too much. She tried something that, dear lord, did not help the situation.

The hand that was once stroking your thigh scooped around the underside of both your legs, pulling them across her own lap. She guided your head to lay against her neck, resting her own on top of you. A loving kiss was pressed against the parting of your hair, and in that moment you stupidly wished you were bald just so you could feel the tenderness of her lips against your skin.

“You don’t need to talk to me if you can’t. I promise I understand, my sweet girl. I’m right here, ok.” as she said the latter of the sentence her hand pulled yours against her cheek, framing her face as to prove that she was, in fact, right here. And she knew you understood by the way you nestled into her without response.

This stayed fact for a while, your eyes barely staying open as you fell into a comfort-induced sleep.

Natasha was restless watching you. The wrong message had gotten to her head, that maybe her hand on your thigh was not a comforting movement, but something that made you uncomfortable. Pulling you into her, and forcing you to sink into her was the only way she could think of avoiding the possible confrontation.

Of course, to you, it was not force, nor was it unease you were feeling from her hand, but a heat inducing bother in between your legs.

Your thighs tightened against Natasha’s chest, and she moved her hand to rest just above your forehead. She fluttered gentle kisses against your hair, then your forehead, then nose. God, your skin was so soft. Natasha’s heart picked up and immediately she was hot. Eyes squeezed tight together and a strained breath was brought through her nose. The vanilla musk of the sweet, innocent perfume that you wore everyday was sucked into her veins.

She couldn’t stop.

The kisses got wetter, pecking your cheek over and over, so quickly. Her tongue started to get involved, she licked down to the corner of your mouth and pecked there some more. If the older woman's head wasn't absolutely deluded with a sheer need to keep her lips over your hot skin she would be concerned about how rough she was being.

You were asleep, it kept her going.

It was finally when she had to shift her whole body to get at you when you were woken up. Something wet and sharp was digging into your neck, your body convulsed away but Natasha was strong, so strong, and there was no way that you could shift away. She was not forceful, nor would she be, but to the older woman you were still asleep. A soft groan came out of her mouth, so close to your ear and you realised what she was doing.

Her teeth were sinking into your neck, and there was surely a hickey there.

A shrill, scream-like moan came out your mouth, and Natasha whined. Oh god, you were awake.

She still couldn’t stop.

Her hands were gripping your thighs, leaving white rings where her fingers were clutching at you. And, god she kept going -licking, sucking, doing everything she could at the grove of your shoulder. The red, blood-splotched mark that she saw did not foster her self control, her mark was on you. On her baby. The moans coming out her mouth were nothing but desperation, dripping with need.

You had to be dreaming, there was no way this woman was keening into you like she was. Her forehead was sweaty, and there was sweat sticking on her back from the adrenaline that was going through her. Natasha was finally on you, she was all over you and she was not going to get off.

“Natty, what… what are you - oh my god” Her teeth sunk in another spot and your hands gripped into ginger hair, “please, I dont- Nat!” You were moaning in an out of breaths and words and by some miracle she was able to pull away.

Calloused, rough hands cradled your face. Her sweat-dripping forehead came to press into yours and her eyes were locked shut. She was panting like an animal and all you could do was stare. She’d moved you so you were laying underneath her against the couch, her body locked against yours.

And the movie- oh God the movie was still playing and if Natasha turned her head she’d realise that the scene where Carol and Therese are together for the first time was about to come on and the room would fill with moans other than hers.

“Baby.” She whispered like a dirty secret. You nodded. “Tell me to stop, baby. I’m sorry. Tell me to stop and I will. You need to tell me”

Her lips started pecking at your lips. You wanted to beg her not too, please don't stop, don't ever stop, but the words didn't leave your mouth. You parted your lips to draw in some air as you were suffocating in the need that was reverberating off of Natasha but all this did was give her the opportunity to properly kiss you.

Her tongue swiped at your lips and her hands squeezed your face together tighter. Another shrill moan hit the walls, but it wasn't you. If anyone was listening to Natasha without realising what was happening, they’d think she was overdosing by the noises she was producing. All she needed was you.

“Baby, you need to tell me to stop.”

Her tongue was in your mouth again and you sucked at it, she could’ve come.

And she couldn’t help it.

“My dumb, little baby. Tell mommy to stop.” Her voice was so sultry and low. The words were hush against your lips and your eyes closed with a sharp moan. The title hit you and your hands gripped at her biceps.

“Mommy.” You moaned. She nodded her head and kissed at your mouth again.

“Oh, fuck- baby… say it again.” She moved her hands off your cheeks and started to unbutton the shirt, her shirt, that you were wearing.

“Please don’t stop, mommy. Please, please, please.” You begged, over and over. She kept nodding and whining. The buttons were too much, so she just ripped the shirt open and got you undressed underneath her. Her hands were on your skin, and she still couldn't stop. She wouldn’t stop.

“My dumb little girl, keep begging mommy. I’ll give you whatever you want, baby. Anything.”

You kept whining and begging, she had to lean away from you to get her shorts and tank off- you took your underwear off yourself. It felt like forever, but her hands were back on you again and you forgot she ever left. Her words clouded your head, consuming you entirely.

“Come on, baby. Talk to me.”

You stayed silent, unable to form a thought and Natasha smiled down at you condescending.

“Oh, is my little angel to dumb to talk?” She cooed. “You just need your mommy don't you. You need me to tell you what to do, huh? Oh, sweet girl.”

She got back on top of you, and oh dear was she wetter than you were. Her cunt pressed against yours and both your eyes shut. Her mouth opened and she started rubbing herself against your pussy. Moans filled the room and you realised it wasn't just yours.

As her hand came and gripped at your neck, you turned your head to look at the television. Carol was going down Therese’s body, going to eat her cunt. You looked back at Natasha and she leaned forward into you, your tits pressing together. Her nipples were so incredibly hard and you could feel them against yours. A gush of wetness came in between your thighs and the older woman could notice.

“You like that, angel.” You couldn’t tell if she meant what you and her were doing, or what Carol was doing to Therese but you nodded. “I’m going to eat you out so good one day, mommy is going to make your body hers.” Your moans started to get shorter and higher as she humped against you faster, a hand cradling the back of your head so your foreheads were together again. “Maybe i'll do it when your dads home , make you all quiet for me. Are you a naughty girl for me, baby?”

You screamed and opened your mouth so she could get one of her hands to hold your jaw open. Her tongue licked at your lips and she spat directly into your mouth.

“Mommy needs to cum on you first, wanna cum in you, baby Oh, i wish i could cum in you, fill you up with me. Mommy needs to be in her sweet girl, make you all mine. You wanna be mine don’t you, all mine. Let mommy think for you.”

You were so close- her words only spurring you on. “Want you to fill me up mommy. Wanna feel you inside me.” You choked out.

Natasha was close as well, her body was convulsing against yours quicker, and even more desperate. “Cum with me, baby. Be a good girl and do as mommy says.”

Screams resonated in Natashas mind and she swore the orgasm that just hit her like a train would never end. Her teeth marked your forehead as she bit into you to try and curve the sheer overwhelming pulsing inbetween her legs. You were no better off, tears seeping through the corner of your eyes as you came against her pussy.

“Fuck, fuck- fuck. Oh shit, mommy is coming so hard. That's it.” She spoke you through your orgasm, one hand pressing against your lower stomach. “Oh baby, that’s it - keep coming for mommy.”

Your moans slowed down and she wiped the tears away from your eyes. “Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Mommys baby.”

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cupcakegirl3 · 2 months ago

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short wandanat drabble

i know places series

tw: NON-CON, kidnapping, corruption, virginity taking, dom!natasha, daddy kink (nat), mommy kink (wanda), choking, slapping, spitting, use of slut, dacryphilia ,religious views (if you squint)

a/n: thinking of making this a series lmk

“No Natty I don’t wanna…”

This poor, innocent little thing. Natasha was quick to wrap a firm hand around her doll's throat. “That’s not what you fucking call me.” She whispered into her ear.

She trembled under her, eyes screwing shut as tears began to form. Natasha had thought they were past this step. She had been living with them for a month now. How many times had she come apart on her fingers? on her tongue?

“Where’s mommy?”

That, now that deserved a quick slap. Mommy it was always with mommy with her girl. Wanda was currently preparing their bedroom for the aftermath of all this. She would join them in a bit. But that was besides the point.

“It’s just us slut.” She spit onto her girl's waiting face. “Isn’t that fun.”

Tears began spilling out. “Daddy please I don’t wanna—“

“Oh my god shut up.” They had kidnapped her a month ago, she should be over it by now. “You don’t get a fucking say. Plus…”

Natasha’s fingers pressed down on her panty covered pussy; wet.

“Such a fucking slut. So wet for me.”

Another sob escaped her throat. “But Daddy we aren’t even married and I’ve never done it—“

“We’ve been married for a while now, you just didn’t know it.” Natasha firmly pressed down on her warm perfect pussy. A soft whine escaped her mouth. “Be a good girl, let daddy take your virginity.”

more here

#wandanat x reader #dark wandanat #dark wlw #daddy!nat #mommy!wanda #my works #wandanat my luvs

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urmomisunderme2 · 8 months ago

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G!P WandaNat waking you up by filling you with their cocks, laying you sideways so one can go in your cunt and the other in your ass😵‍💫 I bet nat just loves using your ass like that while wanda uses your cunt. You wake up all confused until you realise what’s happening “mommy….daddy…I-i-“ they both love waking you up like this the live filling you with their baby’s so early in the morning

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 2 years ago

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Should Have Knocked

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

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

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

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

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

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

Oh.

Oh fuck

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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ncis-nerd · 8 months ago

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Unforgettable Rain

Boss Wanda Maximoff x College Student Reader , Wanda x Nat , Slight Nat x Reader

about: wanda asks y/n to come in on her day off, to "file papers". is that it or did she want something more?

secret untold au

The rain trickled down your window, you had it slightly cracked open. You didn’t want the rain to come inside but you still wanted to be able to hear it.

You loved the sound of rain, it was so comforting. It reminded you of your childhood when you would go outside in the rain with your older sister and father. You’d dance like no one was watching, it was so fun. You missed them so much everyday.

Especially when it rains, it was never quiet when it rained, not only because of the sound of the rain but also because of the laughter and giggles that escaped their lips when you’d dance so freely.

You sat curled up, drinking a warm cup of hot chocolate as you watched the rain. That’s when your phone got an alert. You got a message from Wanda, your boss.

Since that first day she would send you on tasks outside of her office, it felt like she was avoiding you. Her face once so warm and welcoming now felt so cold and distant. You were a little hurt by this, but you still had to do your job. Even if the two of you didn’t get along.

(5:38 P.M.) W. Maximoff: “Hey Y/N, are you able to come into the office? I know it is a bit late so I understand if you cannot.”

(5:39 P.M.) Y/N: “No, no it’s fine. I’m not doing anything, I can come in.”

(5:40 P.M.) W Maximoff: “Perfect, thank you darling.”

You threw on a hoodie, and changed into presentable pants before leaving for the office. Your mind still went back to your first day where you made a fool of yourself in front of your new boss. What a great way to meet her, by falling for her on the steps outside her own building.

When you look up, you find yourself at the office. It’s a quick walk from your apartment as you don’t live that far from the office. You noticed that the rain had stopped when you left your house. You however, failed to bring an umbrella with you. It had slipped your mind that the rain could start back up when you left your house.

You knocked on her door, “Wanda? It’s me.” You spoke softly. She opened her door to let you in. She wasn’t alone in here, there was a woman sitting on her couch. Not just any woman, the woman from her painting. Her wife. She was wearing a suit, her red hair in curls, it looked so free and loose.

The woman noticed your staring, that’s when her raspy voice spoke up “Hi there, my name is Natasha. My wife told me about you, Y/N Y/L/N right?” You nodded, her voice was so hypnotizing, you bit your lip.

“So, I hope my wife hasn’t made you feel uncomfortable but the reason I called you in on your day off was to ask you if you could file these papers for me?” She asked, handing you a box of papers in it. You nodded, reaching for the box. Her lips opened but no words came out, it looked as if she had more she wanted to say.

You found it a bit strange that your boss had asked you to come in on your day off just to file papers, especially since there were other employees that could do that task for her You shrugged it off and got to filing.

You felt Wanda and Natasha's eyes glancing at each other, as if they were having a silent conversation.

That's when Natasha finally spoke, Wanda's eyes darken. “So, Y/N.. I know we haven't known you that long but do you happen to be occupied next Friday evening?” Natasha hummed.

This sparked your curiosity as you had no plans that day, or at all. You were an introvert who happened to protect your peace a little too much so now you hardly have a social life.

The two women waited for your response. “No, nothing that I could think of. Why?” You asked.

“Well, my wife wanted to ask you if you would join us at this dinner party for their company. It's a business party.” Natasha's raspy voice spoke.

Really? They wanted you there? You were just some new intern but this warmed your heart that Wanda wanted you there.

“I-I would love that! But what should I wear? What's the dress code?” You stuttered, your anxiety running through your head.

What if you embarrassed yourself there too? What if your clothes didn't match the vibe? Your thoughts were racing. Natasha and Wanda could sense your anxiety.

Natasha quickly silenced those thoughts. She brought her thumb to stroke your cheek. “Well it's moreso just dressing professional but if it would make you feel comfortable, you can match with us, Detka.” Natasha smiled. Her touch was so warm, it made you feel better.

Detka? You scrunched your nose trying to figure out the meaning behind the foreign word. “Don't worry about that, sweetheart. Natasha and I will be wearing burgundy. You're welcome to match us if you want, darling.” Wanda spoke up, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You nodded and went back to filing the papers like your boss asked. After a while, Wanda checks her watch. “So late already?” Wanda spoke, shutting her computer.

You looked up as the two women packed up their stuff. “Thank you so much for coming in darling.” Wanda sighed, rubbing her temple.

Natasha frowned, sensing her wife's incoming headache. That's when you noticed the rain had started back up. Great.

"Are you okay?” You can see Natasha mouth this to Wanda. Wanda nods in response as they walk with you, out of the building.

“Oh gosh, do you see this rain Nat?” Wanda spoke, an ounce of concern in her face. Natasha nodded, “Yeah. Say, Y/N how are you getting home?” Natasha asked you.

“Oh I'm walking, I don't live too far.” You responded, gathering your things as you handed Wanda the box of newly filed papers.

“In this rain? Nonsense, let us give you a drop.” Natasha hummed. She didn’t want you to get wet or possibly sick in this terrible rain.

“Oh, it's okay you don't have to.” You immediately responded. You knew that it was a short walk and nothing new as you have walked in the rain (and danced in it) multiple times.

“Darling, we are giving you a ride. End of story.” Wanda spoke firm but you could tell that she just cared about you. Even behind that wall she ahd built up.

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tinylilacbun · 2 years ago

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I saw that you don't have anything by wandanat :(

So here's my request : can you do a scenario where the reader just love her mommies boobies and she always grab her boobies and lays on it

I love boobies sooo 😻

Love Language

Pairing: Mommy!WandaNat x little!reader

Warnings: Age Regression, boobs, fluff

Warnings: I've been dying to write for my favorite redheads and I'm sorry if it's too short 😭

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Your mommies adore how affectionate and loving you are, always giving them kisses or hugs randomly throughout the day to make sure they know how much you love them.

After a while Natasha and Wanda noticed how you would sometimes grab one of their boobs, squeezing them or caressing them with your finger like you were drawing something.

Neither of them mind it at all, they think it's adorable because it also seems you don't realize you're doing it, it mostly happens when you're cuddling with them and are focused on the TV or your tablet.

Just like now, you were cuddling with Wanda and sucking on your paci while Natasha was in the kitchen on the phone talking and probably cursing in russian.

After a while your hand crept up your mommy's shirt to get hold of her boob, your gaze still fixated on the cartoon that Wanda had put on for you.

"You all comfortable, baby?" She asked and you nodded, snuggling even closer to her and sighing contently when she started to scratch your back with her nails, the sensation giving you goosebumps.

Natasha walked in and smiled at the sight of her favorite girls all cuddled up together. She also noticed you were again kind of drawing shapes on Wanda's chest.

She didn't address it and just flopped on the couch on Wanda's other side. The second your Mama laid down you leaned over to give her a paci kiss.

"Wove you mommies." you smiled brightly and went to lay between your mommies with your head now resting on Natasha's chest.

"We love you more, little dove," Natasha said and placed her arm over you both to hold you close.

Later in the middle of the night, your mommies were letting you sleep in their bed after you had a nightmare and were too afraid to sleep alone.

Natasha was scrolling on her phone when she felt you moving beside her, turning on your side so you were facing her and still asleep.

As you got settled again she continued to scroll until she felt your hand grabbing at her shirt, whining a little.

"Shh, Mommies are here." She whispered but you didn't stop, she got an idea and carefully took off her shirt to not wake you or Wanda up by all the movements.

She tossed the shirt away and got comfortable again, pulling you a little closer.

In a matter of seconds your hand was on her boob and the whining died down to quiet snores, making Natasha chuckle at how fast you can be calmed down just by her or Wanda's boobs.

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fandoms--fluff · 6 months ago

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Little Natasha X Mama reader

On holiday with all the Avengers, Natty enjoys some Mama/ baby time on the beach.

(The other Avengers are amazing uncles and Aunts).

Diapers/ stuffies/ pacifiers/ story time / breastfeeding

Please and Thankyou 😊

Beach Day

Mama reader x Little Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: breastfeeding?

A/n: We're not gonna talk about how long this has been in my drafts. but i hope you like it <3

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"Here ya go" Wanda hands you the bottle of sunscreen. "Thanks, Wands" You take the bottle and pack it into your tote bag.

"Where's Nat?" She asks, not seeing the regressed woman anywhere. "On the porch, she's been excited to go to the beach all day" You grin, thinking of your baby girl.

The team had decided to leave New York for a week and spend some time away from all the hustle and bustle of people. You guys had traveled up to Tony's massive house next to a beach. You're in serious need of knowing how many buildings and houses he actually owns, but you'll be able to pester him about that later.

Wanda follows you out to the porch under the blazing sun, her arms becoming full of Nat the moment she steps out the door. "Hey, sweetie" Wanda squeezes her before pulling back a bit.

"Hi! Mama's taking me to the beach!" Nat exclaims, jittering with excitement.

"Well that sounds really fun, you make sure you're good for her" Wanda rubs her back. "Okay, promise, Auntie Wanda" Nat nods before running over to where you're standing next to the 'trail' to the beach.

"Ready to go, baby girl?" You ask. "Mhm," she grasps your outstretched hand in hers.

"Alright. See you later, Wanda" You wave to her with your free hand. "Yeah, see ya" Wanda smiles, waving back before turning to go back inside the air-conditioned house.

You lead nat down the path to the beach, excitement buzzing out of her. As soon as you guys hit the hot sand beach, Nat let's go of your hand and runs down to the water.

Before you could yell out to her to stop, she gets intercepted by Steve. He lifts her up before she splashes into the cool water, "What do you think your doing running away from your Mama like that" he chuckles, walked back over to where you sat everything down.

"Wanna play in water, Uncle Steve" she pouts up to him, her eyes going wide. You sniffles your laughter at the face Steve makes, contemplating what he should do.

Finally he settles on, "I'm sure you do, but remember you need to listen to your Mama's instructions first" He places her down on the blanket you just laid out. "Hmm, okay" she nods her head, listening to Steve's words and turns her attention to you.

Nat runs over to you from the water, shivering. She's been in the water for the past hour, she had fun splashing around and playing with seaweed.

She runs into your open arms with a towel open. "Cold, mama!" She squeals as you wrap her up in the warm towel. Her pink swimsuit and swim diaper, wet from the ocean.

"Hey baby girl" you kiss the top of her head while you get situated on the big towel laid on the ground. "Let's get you all warmed up, hm?"

Nat's all bundled up in her towel and laid on your lap, soaking in all your body heat and the rays from the sun. "You're such a good girl" You lean down and kiss her forehead.

Nat nods in agreement, a smile curving at her lips. She brings up one of her hands and tugs down on your bikini top. "Mama" She looks up at you, her fingers curled around the damp fabric.

"You want milkies?" You ask, running your fingers through her hair. She nods her head, "Yes p'ease."

"Good manners." You hook your fingers in your bikini top and pull one of the sides down, letting your right breast loose of the fabric.

Nat leans in and latches onto your perked nipple. She wraps her lips around it and starts to suck. Slowly, a stream of milk starts flowing into her mouth.

As Nat drinks your milk, you rub one of your hands up and down her diapered butt, soothingly. You reach one of your hands into the bag you brought and pull out her gray stuffed bear.

"You want Paws?" You softly ask her. Nat opens her eyes and looks up at you, nodding. You place the fluffy bear in her open hands and watch as she snuggles with it while still suckling.

When you guys get back to the beach house, you settle a sleepy Nat on the couch next to Tony. "Hey, Nat" Tony looks up from the book he was reading and smiles to her.

"Hi unca Tony" Nat mumbles sleepily. "Hey, sweetheart" Tony smiles to the redhead. She still has Paws in her arms and cuddles with him, eyes half closed.

Tony closes the book and places it on the wooden coffee table. "Did you have fun with Mama on the beach?" He asks the little.

"Mhm, wen' swimmin and lay with mama in da sun" She tells the older man, her voice filled with sleep.

You sit next to Nat, her being between you and Tony. "You want a story, Baby Girl? Cause I think Uncle Tony has some good ones" You kiss the top of her head.

Nat nods her head and snuggles her head into Tony's shoulder, looking up at him expectantly. "Alright, Sweetheart. Let's see, hmmm." He places his finger on his chin, tapping it comically.

"Ahah. Once upon a time, there was a princess, she grew up in the jungle. She was friends with all the animals and..." Tony started telling a story.

Nat Slowly starts to doze off while listening to Tony's story. You watch and listen with a smile on your face. Tony sure melts and gets all soft when he's in the vicinity of Nat.

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naturesapphic · 1 year ago

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could I maybe request Caregiver Natasha and Little fem reader who doesn’t wanna go to bed?

Bedtime Troubles

Mommy!natasha romanoff x fem!little!reader

Warnings: age regression, reader having a attitude

“Come on y/n…put up your toys. It’s time for bed.” Natasha said sternly as she’s been trying to get you to pick up your toys and go to bed. It was no use, you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys, you didn’t want to go to bed just yet.

“Nu! Nu wan to go to beds!” You whined out as you didn’t want to stop playing with your toys just yet. Natasha gave you a stern look and you hugged loudly and threw your toys back in your toy chest and angrily stomped out of the room and went into the bathroom.

You slammed it shut and locked yourself in there while your mommy was shocked at your anger y behavior. “Y/n sweetie. You know we don’t slam and lock doors. Why don’t you come out and we can talk baby.” Natasha said calmly through the door. “Nu!” You yelled out and Natasha pinched the bridge of her nose, getting frustrated.

“Come on princess. Let mommy help you. If you go ahead and come out, I won’t punish you for slamming the door and locking it.” She stated sternly. After a few moments you unlocked the door and slowly opened it, peeking your head out to see your worried but frustrated looking mommy.

You felt bad for how you acted but in your mind you had a reason to. Natasha went over and picked you up in her arms and headed towards y’all’s shared bedroom. She sat you down on the bed and kneeled in front of you, putting her hands on your knees. “Why don’t you want to go to bed little spider.” Natasha asked you softly as she gives you a loving look.

You looked down ashamed and started playing with your hands and your mommy gently takes them in hers and rubs them softly. “It’s okay babygirl. You can always talk to mommy.” She reassured you and you nodded. “I Nu like da dark…” you said quietly but Natasha heard it.

“You don’t like the dark angel?” She repeated and asked you to make sure she understood what you said. “Nu wike it…it’s scarys.” You explained and she nodded. “I understand that baby and you are in luck because I thought you may like this.” She said and you looked up at her confused until she went into the closet and a pulled out a nightlight that has your favorite cartoon show on it.

You gasped and smiled big at the sight of it. “I wuv it! Tank chu mommy!” You said happily as you run up to her and give her a big tight hug. She smiles and hugs you back just as tight. “You’re welcome love bug. Now, let’s get you tucked into bed and see how this light works.” She explained and you nodded your head exitedly.

She helped you put your pjs on and watched you brush your teeth. She then picked you up and tucked you into the bed and got your new night light and put it on the wall near your side of the bed and it shone bright on the ceiling. You gasped in amazement and continued to watch up at the ceiling.

Natasha did her own nightly routine and joined you in the bed and saw how happy and calm you were. She smiled to herself and watched you drift off to sleep, knowing that you still may be scared of the dark but at long as she was here, she would never let anything happen to you. Her little spider.

A/n: I hope you liked this anon! And I hope the rest of y’all enjoyed it too. Requests are still open for all of my characters including of course Rhea ripley/Demi Bennett. I have my own buy me a coffee page! You can give me a dollar and it will help. I also have some different commission types I will do so here's my page to look into it :) https://www.buymeacoffee.com/naturesapphic Requests are open for yeehaw!wanda, country!wanda, and any other southern variants of Wanda or Natasha! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y'all!

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sunflowerandsunshinebaby · 2 months ago

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Their girl, Part 5

TW: Panic attack, mentions of anxiety

Translations: Malysh & Malysh - baby

Word Count: 5.8K (longest so far!!)

Tags: @cryingatwindermerepeaks (credit for the flower and candle method & keeping me alive through this illness) @aggies-little-duck @helloomimi @kawaiipeacemusic (thank you for everything, keeping me alive through this illness, and credit for the brownie idea and decision making!!)

Pt. 1 Pt. 2 Pt. 3 Pt. 4 Pt. 5 Pt. 6 Pt.7

Warning: As a reminder this is a SFW blog and this is a completely SFW series!! If you are NSFW or have MDNI in your bio then let me know if you have an agere side blog. If not please do not interact with my blog or this series!!!

(sorry for the lateness!! I was sick for a few days!!!)

You watch in amusement as Natasha and Wanda move seamlessly around the kitchen setting up the sandwich station. Your phone buzzes a few times so you look away and check it. Its Yelena unsurprisingly typing in all caps ‘WE’RE LINED UP FOR A SECOND DATE 💪.’ You laugh softly down at your screen and Natasha passes by catching a glimpse and rolls her eyes affectionately. You start typing back and stick your tongue out at Natasha “spy” she snorts. “No sandwich for you” she replies and you gasp dramatically, sending the message before setting your phone down.

“Miss Wanda!” You say and she looks up from where she was slicing cheese. “Yes detka?” She asks and you blink at the new nickname but move on. “Your wife is refusing to feed me” you complain and Natasha flicks the back of your head and you flinch. Both women exchange a glance before Wanda clears her throat “Well thankfully she's not in charge here. Of course you can have a sandwich.” She said, pressing a quick kiss to Natashas cheek.

“What do you mean you’re in charge?” Natasha says mock indignantly “well I do the cooking so maybe you’re cut off hmm?” Wanda replies teasingly. They devolve into playful bickering and you pick your phone back up to see more messages from Yelena and one from your mom that you clear out. You click on Yelenas and see more rambles about the date. You read through them and a heart a few. A goofy grin spreads across your face, happy for your best friend. She deserved this more than anyone you knew. ‘I’m so happy for you ‘lena!!! 💓’ you text back and feel a tap on your shoulder. “Lunchtime” Natasha said simply rubbing your shoulder ever so lightly.

You nod standing up, your eyes widening at the elaborate sandwich set up. You feel overwhelmed by the options simply staring at them. Natasha notices and continues to rub your shoulder “want me to pick your sandwich malysh?” She asked and you nod “yes please ma’am.” Wanda coos softly “what a sweet girl using her manners” she murmurs and you stare at the ground mildly embarrassed. Natasha begins to build your sandwich “I’m putting on some basic sandwich stuff okay? Nothing too elaborate” Natasha says, glancing at you for approval and you give a thumbs up.

Wanda chuckles and leans over to her wife “smart choice. A lot of little ones are picky” she whispers clearly not meant for you to hear. You blink at this confused “I’m not a child” you grumble and Wanda looks up. “Of course you aren’t what makes you think that hmm?” She says half teasingly “what you said to Miss. Natasha. ‘Little one’” you echo. “We have a nephew named Nathaniel that’s picky and this just reminded us of him for a moment. He’s definitely still a little one” Natasha said with a playful wink.

You nod slowly that matches up in your brain even if Natasha had said it rather hastily. Natasha passed you your sandwich while Wanda began to make her own. You examine it and begin to eat and Wanda looks over and laughs “you look like a chipmunk when you eat” she comments. You open your mouth but Wanda taps a finger against your lips “finish chewing” she says simply and you finish before swallowing. “I am not a chipmunk” you say with a mock scowl and she laughs as she sits down at the table and begins to eat. Natasha sits down next to her with her finished sandwich and grins.

“Hmm I don’t know” she replies teasingly “we could be housing a secret chipmunk” she says before beginning to eat. Wanda nods faux sagely “a secret chipmunk who starts classes tomorrow correct?” Her green eyes land on yours and you nod “mhm. I have yours and English 101 and I think that’s it.” You reply and Wanda smiles “I’ll drive you then if that’s okay? My first class of the day is yours and then you can hang out in my office till we can leave.” At her proposition you feel an immense wave of relief. Even if you haven’t known them for very long they brought you comfort.

You let out a small yawn somehow still feeling exhausted despite having slept like a log the night before. Natasha and Wanda have matching amused grins but you keep eating resting your chin on your palm. Your head slumps forward a little but you quickly bring it back up not wanting them to think you’re tired. You finish eating and let out a small yawn trying to hide it with a cough. “Hmm nap time?” Natasha suggests and you shake your head “I’m not 2” you point out. “Even big girls take naps” Wanda replies and you sigh. “But-“ Natasha cuts you off “c’mon sweetie you’ve got a big day tomorrow” she says coaxingly.

“A small one” you relent and Natasha smiles “I’ll do the dishes” she says to Wanda holding her wife’s wrist and kissing her hand. Wanda stands up “thank you detka” she affectionately squeezes her waist. “C’mon sweetie nap time” she says with a smile and you hop up passing Natasha your half eaten plate. Natasha frowns at it “I’m all done”

You say quickly and she nods looking unconvinced.

Wanda puts a hand on your back and guides you back to the guest room. “Why don’t you change into something comfy?” She suggests “then you can hop into bed and I’ll make sure everything is alright okay?” You nod in agreement, slipping into the room and shutting the door behind you. You grab your folded heart pajamas and shimmy out of your day clothes setting them on the nightstand. You tug on the pajamas that are cinched at the ankles and wrist. You hop into bed and Wanda knocks on the door “can I come in?” She asks softly “yes ma’am” you reply snuggling into the blankets.

She smiles leaning against the doorway. “Are you already for your nap?” She asks and you nod “yeah” you mumble feeling tired setting your phone down on top of your clothes. Wanda chuckles “here let me put my number in if that’s okay? And nats too of course.” You nod slowly, grabbing your phone and unlocking it before finding the contacts app and you pass it over. She enters both numbers in and sets the phone back down on the clothes. She then sets down the glass of milk next to them that you hadn’t noticed. “It’s for in case you find it hard to sleep. Natasha and I find it usually works with litt-we find it usually works.” She explains and you nod noticing her slip up but too tired to care.

She reaches over and squeezes your hand “have a good nap sweetie” she murmurs and strides out gently shutting the door. You sit up a little and sip the warm milk feeling another wave of tiredness wash over you. You set the milk back down and stare at the ceiling. You can’t quite tell when you drifted off but the feeling of safety sticks with you throughout your dreams. When you do wake up you check your phone and see it’s about 4 o'clock and blink blearily.

You stumble out of bed shoving your phone into your pajama pocket before heading out. You make your way to the living room and find Wanda on the couch on her computer. “Hi Miss. Wanda” you mumble still sleepy and she looks up with a smile. “Hey sweetie!” She replies and pats the couch cushion next to her. You plop down onto the cushion “where’s Miss Nat?” You ask and Wanda smiles pulling a blanket out of the coffee table passing it over to you. “She’s in her office working on a contract” she replies as you bury yourself into the soft red blanket.

“Oh” you mutter “no fun” your lower lip juts out slightly and Wanda chuckles. “Why don’t you grab a book from the bookshelf and do some reading?” She suggests and you grin, hopping up and skipping over to the bookshelf. Your eyes land on the regression book again and they stay on it before shaking your head and moving on. Whatever they liked to learn about you wouldn’t judge heck you had 2 year hyper fixation on true crime cases. You find a copy of Matilda and quickly grab it off the shelf walking back over to the couch and settling back in your spot.

You get entranced in the book reading sucked into the world of a little girl and a kind teacher. You only look up when you feel a hand on your head “hey there sweetie. You good to help with dinner?” Natasha says and you tilt your head up and nod. “Yeah one sec” you look around for a bookmark and Wanda passes you the receipt from earlier. You slide it into the book and hop up. “So Wanda and I were thinking we have some frozen lasagna and then you and I could make a salad?” Natasha suggested and you nod.

Natasha preheats the oven and grabs a bowl “can you grab the lettuce and tomatoes for me?” You open the fridge and find both ingredients and set them on the counter. Natasha then grabs cheddar cheese and some red onions. “Can I grate the cheese?” You ask hopefully and Natasha nods, grabbing it for you. “Careful” Wanda calls from her spot on the couch and you stare “how can she..” you trail off and Natasha grins. “Don’t question it” she says simply as you grate the cheese and she puts the lettuce in and begins to slice the tomatoes. Then she puts a few other toppings in and then the cheese. She puts the lid on and passes it to you.

You grin and shake it happily Natasha and Wanda exchange smiles. You set the salad down and Natasha puts the lasagna into the oven. “Can I go back to reading?” You ask hopefully and Natasha nods “of course malysh” you rush back to the couch picking Matilda back up. You open it and your eyes narrow on the receipt as you land on the price. Immediately a strangled breath leaps into your throat. This was far too much beyond something you could pay back within a month or two. Your hands begin to tremble as your mind spirals. How could you ever get this much money and since there was no way you could, what would happen?!

Would they kick you out then? Or now? Or would they not even give you the courtesy and just abandon you somewhere? Or or or- as your mind spiraled your vision goes blurry and teary. Your breaths are coming far too quick in tiny little bursts. Wanda notices her head snapping up and she’s scrambling over careful to stay a little away. “Sweetie, can I touch you?” She asks and you stare at her with watery eyes before nodding. She wraps her arms around you in an instant dipping her mouth close to your ear as she murmurs sweet nothings in Sokovian. Natasha catches on grabbing the weighted blanket and piling it on top of you.

Wanda looks around you looking for the trigger and she sees your white knuckles clutching the book with your thumb firmly on the receipt. “Oh…sweetie, was it the price?” She murmured and you gaped up at her it was as if she could read minds. You nod your brain still whirling like a tornado as you consider the possibilities. “Are you gonna kick me out? I…I can’t pay you back” you admit with a croaky voice. Wanda stares at you “oh no sweetie no. Paying back isn’t an issue mkay?” She tilts your chin up but you hide it back into the weighted blanket. “I- but still I feel bad” you protest even as you begin to feel soothed by her and Natasha’s presence.

“It’s nothing to worry about, sweetie, okay? I promise you won’t have to pay us back and if you choose to do so you don’t have to do it in full amounts or anything along those lines.” Natasha reassures as the oven beeps and Wanda hops up to pull it out. You stay burrowed in the weighted blanket, your breathing still quick “what’s your favorite color detka?” She questioned and you blink “red” you answer finally your brain processing slower than usual.

She quickly pulled up a picture of red roses “can you breathe in the pretty flowers for me y/n?” She asks and you nod, taking a deep breath. She switches tabs to show a red heart shaped candle “and blow out the candle” she requests. You exhale ‘blowing out the candles’ and she smiles. You two repeat this process several times before you’re breathing normally. “Thank you Miss Nat” you say quietly, still completely buried within the blanket. “Dinner time!” Wanda called and you go to wriggle out of the blanket. “You can have that with you at the table sweetie” Nat murmurs and you stand up and stumble to the table. You wrap the blanket around yourself so your arms stick out so you can eat.

Natasha sits next to you and laughs lightly but serves you a slice of lasagna and a serving of salad. “Is ranch okay sweetie?” She questions and you nod and she pours ranch onto your portion of salad. Wanda watches and sips a glass of wine. The airfryer dings and Wanda hops up pulling out the garlic bread. Your mind was feeling a bit fuzzy but you couldn’t pinpoint why. Wanda comes back with the bread setting it down. Natasha carefully cuts a piece and sets it down on your plate. You quickly go to grab it “no” Natasha says firmly guiding your hand back. “We blow first, okay malysh?” She corrects blowing on her own piece “like you two blew out the candles” Wanda comments blowing on her own.

You nod blowing on your piece, your chin resting on the table. Once you’re done you tap it and grin when it isn’t as hot. You take a bite of the lasagna and enjoy it for a moment but then a texture hits your tongue that you definitely don't enjoy. Your whole face scrunches up and you want to spit the bite out but don't want to be rude so you swallow it and quickly drink some water. You avoid the lasagna by eating your salad which is rather yummy. “Detka, is there something wrong with the lasagna?” Wanda asks, a tinge of worry entering her voice.

“No” you lie quickly and she raises an eyebrow “are you positive?” she says the worry being slightly overrun by sternness. You squirm in your seat and adjust your blanket “never mind…” you admit. “What's wrong with it hmm?” Wanda asked and you stare at your plate “one of the textures” you mumble. “Do you know which one?” she prompted and you shake your head hiding more in the blanket. Natasha begins to separate a bit of lasagna into the pasta, sauce, and cheese. “Why don’t you try each one and we’ll see which one you don’t like?” She suggests and you stare “thank you Miss Natasha” you say softly.

You try the pasta which is fine and then the sauce “it’s the cheese” you say poking at it with your fork. Natasha abruptly takes the pasta apart, scrapes all the cheese off and puts it back together. “Thank you so much” you say filled with gratitude for them. You eat the lasagna without protest now while Wanda steals your extra cheese. Then you eat the bread and get some garlic on your face. Wanda tsks softly leaning across the table to tilt your chin up and wipe it off. “There we go all clean!” She says proudly and you smile “this was delicious” you say quietly “thank you both.”

“Thank you for the lovely salad detka” Wanda says as she hands up gathering the dishes. “Nat, love why don’t you get her set up on the couch I think we need a relaxing night?” She asks her wife and she nods and you stand up trudging to the couch where you curl up next to Natasha. Her hand is resting on your back while she pulls up Gravity falls. “This okay?” She asked and you nod snuggling into the weighted blanket Wanda sits down on your other side and Natasha turns on the show.

You watch the show happily with wide eyes but the panic attack and overall day has made you exhausted despite your earlier nap. By the middle of the first episode your head was dropped onto Wanda’s shoulder, your eyes half open. You let out a sleepy mumble of “that’s cool” as you stare at the screen but soon you’re dead asleep. Wanda leans behind and taps Natasha shoulder tilting her head towards you. Natasha stands up and without another word scoops you up, settling you onto her hip. She walks back to the guest room and when you sleepily mumble something she chuckles stroking your hair. She set you down onto the bed and tucked you in giving you a fond glance.

Wanda walked behind her wife resting her chin on her shoulder “cutie” she said before tugging her out and into their bedroom. As the two get ready for bed Wanda pauses in her routine. “Should we have told her about…everything we’ve been considering?” She asks, looking at Natasha worried. Natasha finishes drying her face and walks over to her wife holding her hands. “She was definitely at least a little bit little tonight…” Wanda adds. “Absolutely. But I think we should at least try and let her get through tomorrow. Okay?” Natasha says and Wanda nods and they exchange a gentle kiss before both women head to bed.

The next morning when you wake up there’s a note on your nightstand written in red pen that says ‘you fell asleep during the show Natasha got you to bed sweetie!’ Then there was a red heart and you smiled at it. You slide out of bed yawning as you stretch before running through your morning routine and picking out your clothes. You still feel kinda fuzzy but shake your head trying to force it out. You bite your lip as you look for clothes before finding the sweatshirt with clouds and smile at it. Just looking at it makes you happy and feeling the texture is even better. Next is the white top and then a pair of jeans and you pull everything on feeling comfy.

You pad out of the room heading to the kitchen where Natasha has already plated pancakes, eggs, bacon, and fruit. You stare “thank you ma’am. I would’ve woken up earlier if I had known there would be a nice breakfast I could have helped with.” You say apologetically and Natasha laughs “you can help with dinner again okay? Leftovers for lunch which should be in between your classes. It’s in the fridge for you okay y/n?” Natasha says grinning at your still slightly awed face. “Yeah that’s fantastic!” You say “can I help?” You ask, feeling antsy.

“Why don’t you grab everyone some water? Wanda’s putting her stuff in the car and when she’s back in we’ll eat.” Natasha says sitting down and you quickly fill up everyone’s cup and Wanda comes back to sit at the table. “Morning sweetie” she says to you while she smiles down at her plate. Natasha digs in and both of you follow and soon all 3 plates are cleared. You stand up grabbing the dishes before either of them can and Natasha laughs softly. You wash them off and Wanda puts them away while Natasha grabs her purse. “Heading out loves” she spins Wanda around and kisses her before squeezing your shoulder and leans in “text me if you need anything alright?” She said and you nod “of course thank you ma’am. Have a good day.” She walks out the door and you catch a glimpse of her car driving away.

“Go grab your bag alright?” Wanda says patting your back and you go grab your backpack with your English textbook and psych textbook and everything else you needed. Finally you go to the front door and tug on your socks and shoes. “Alright let’s head out. We’ll be there a few minutes early just so I can show you where my office is okay?” Wanda says and you stand up noticing her outfit. She’s in pants and a button up white top with a beige sweater with her own bag slung over her shoulder. She has both your lunches tucked under her arm.

“You look like a psych professor” you tease and she rolls her eyes as she opens the door. “Shocker” she says dryly as you walk out and she follows locking the door behind her. Wanda unlocks the car and you get into the passenger seat and she passes you your lunch. “I already removed the cheese” she added as she buckled in. “Thank you Miss. Maximoff” you reply with a wide smile. “Buckle” she reminded firmly and you avert your eyes quickly buckling. She drives off and turns music back on this time it’s a type of rock band and you stare at her slack jawed. “I got into this stuff when I was a teenager” Wanda says without looking, flitting her eyes to yours amusedly.

You check your phone to see a text from Natasha that says ‘Have a good day sweet girl’ and you smile at it hearting it. You watch out the window as Wanda enters campus and rest your chin on your hand. “Pretty” you murmur and Wanda chuckles “it is very pretty” she agrees. She finds her parking spot and parks and you hop out grabbing your lunch and putting it in your bag. Wanda begins to walk and you hurry to follow and she guides you to her office and she taps the door. “You can always drop by okay?” She says keeping her eyes trained on yours until you nodded. She then led you to her room and you gape at the large size. “Go pick a seat detka” she said gently, pushing you in.

You glance around the room seeing about half of the seats filled but you catch a glimpse of a black girl with brown wavy hair. She’s in jeans and a black shirt with a black jacket. You take a deep breath and go sit next to her. She glances up “hey” she says dryly. “Hi, do you mind if I sit here?” You ask tentatively “well you already are so” she shrugs and checks her watch. You drum your fingers on the table feeling a little anxious. Wanda strode in and sat at her desk. MJ glanced up but didn’t sit up as Wanda set her stuff down. You shoot Wanda an anxious glass and she smiles reassuringly back.

She clears her throat and her presence seems to make the whole class go still. “Hello everyone. This is intro to psychology. If you’ve had me before than you’re waiting for advanced psychology which is later. If you’re not sure what you’re doing in this classroom there’s a map outside the door.” Her tone is firm but warm. She gave everyone a minute and one student looked bewildered and left waving awkwardly. “Now then for everyone who is in this class this is not an easy class. However if you pay attention and put in the effort then I guarantee you will pass.” Wanda announced and MJ nodded nonchalantly.

Wanda continued to talk through the plans for the year and other important questions and explained that your homework was to read the first chapter of the textbook and take notes. When the class is done MJ looks up “you’re cool” she says simply and you stare “we exchanged about 5 words” you point out. “Yeah but the professor clearly likes you already. Plus you seem like an enigma” she wiggles her fingers and you laugh. “Thanks I guess” you say and wave while grabbing your bag. “Well it’s societies instilled time for lunchtime” MJ said “wanna head to the dining hall with me?” She asks and you nod waving at Wanda.

You follow MJ to the dining hall “you know where you’re going huh?” You say with a small grin “yeah I scoped out the campus earlier” she said simply. You wait in line before warming up your food and then sit with MJ. There’s a lanky blond boy who looks like he could be a ballet dancer sitting across from her. “Hi there!” He says with a smile “hey. My name’s y/n what’s yours?” You ask “I’m Peter Parker” he says and shakes your hand.

The lunch passes with some conspiracy theory talk, tech talk, classes talk. The topics shifted so quickly and it was exhilarating. Peter was a STEM student but was taking English 101 for fun. Your phone buzzed and you see a text from Wanda ‘your next class starts in 10 minutes sweetie’ you quickly text back a thank you and stand up packing everything back up. Peter comes to and together you get a little lost but find the English 101 class.

“It’s taught by Professor Barnes” Peter informs as you two walk in together and sit near the back. He seemed intense and Peter seemed a little nervous around him as he walked around giving details for what the semester will be like. You were intimidated by him too but less than you were of Wanda. The class was overwhelming and your hand gripped the table tight.When class ended you and Peter rushed out talking a little but he left for dinner with a friend. Whereas you head to Wanda’s office where she’s meeting with a student. While making some new friends had been nice…the day was overwhelming.

There had been a lot of bright lights that gave you a headache and you just wanted to leave. The fuzzy and spacey feeling had come back almost ten fold so you were relieved when the student left her office. You dart in and Wanda looks up a little amused, her eyes narrowed but they return to normal after a moment. “Why don’t you take a break and you can do my homework for you at home after dinner? I grabbed Matilda for you” she said with a smile and she grabbed a small red bag. She pulled out Matilda and a container of cheez kts and pases them over. “Thank you ma’am” you murmur curling up and beginning to read while munching on cheez its.

When she’s done you pack everything up and walk out to the car with her leaning against her a little. “Good first day sweetie?” She asks and you nod wordlessly hopping into the car “Bucky- professor Barnes told me you made another friend hmm?” She said with a proud smile and you nod. She begins to drive and shoots you a concerned look but your mind was far too spacey. When you arrive at the house Natasha’s at the door and she kisses Wanda and wraps you in a hug “did it go okay sweetie?” Sweetie makes your…headspace worse but you nod clearing your throat “yeah it was okay.” Natasha smiles “I ordered Chinese take out. You can go eat while you work little love” she says squeezing your hand. You smile gratefully heading back to your room where a plate piled with take out is sitting on the desk.

You take out your textbook and laptop and start to eat while you read. All the words seemed too big and too much and it would be far more fun to watch that cartoon with mo-with Wanda and Natasha again. You reread the same page over ten times and rest your head on the textbook and begin to cry. You had wasted almost a full hour already and had achieved barely anything. Your notes had had the word choices of a child and your Chinese food was barely eaten. You continue to cry into the book feeling pathetic and the stupid spacey feeling begins to take over.

You hear a knock at your door and don’t bother to look up “come in” you groan. Wanda comes in with a plate with a brownie and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on it. She notices you crying and immediately sets it down “oh detka what is it?” She asks crouching down tilting your head towards her. “This stupid textbook! I’ve reread the same page over and over and I don’t understand and my brain is all fuzzy and spacey” you’re hyperventilating as you talk and Wanda strokes your cheeks. “Okay sweetie shh..shh. That’s a lot of thoughts going on hmm? The notes can be saved for later. Why don’t you and I go out to Miss. Natasha and finish some more dinner and then dessert. Than more of that cartoon from last night?” She suggests her voice going soft and warm and you nod melting.

“Can I carry you detka?” She asks and you nod slightly dazed. She scoops you up and you hold the Chinese food and she holds the dessert while carrying you to the living room on her hip. Natasha looks up in surprise and mouths ‘little?’ To Wanda and Wanda nods. You don’t notice too busy trying to eat the Chinese without spilling while still on her hip. “I think we can eat on the couch tonight” Wanda says, stroking your hair as she settles down and Natasha sits down next to you.

“Wanda? Eating on the couch?? You are a special little love” Natasha cooed, kissing your forehead. The spacey feeling transformed into you feeling…small? You felt safe and warm on the inside. You burrow into Wanda and Natasha picked up the fork from the Chinese. “Okay malysh you look exhausted. Would it be okay if I fed you?” You look at her with glossy eyes and open your mouth. She makes whoosh sounds and feeds you like it’s an airplane. You feel completely small and safe now and giggle as she feeds you. Wanda turns on a new show and you furrow your brows “that int gavity falls” you slur with a pout. “You’re right little love but I think that this is much better for you right now okay?” Wanda says and you nod watching happily. Soon the Chinese food was gone and you were absorbed into the show giggling along. “Miss wandaaaa!” You say peeking up at her “bownie plea!!” You beg and she chuckles “cutie pie” she coos grabbing the brownie and ice cream and feeds it to you using ship noises. You pout “aiplane please” you make puppy dog eyes. She chuckles and switches “only cause you asked nicely love bug.”

You beam at her and return to the show “Miss wanna who your favoite?” You ask “hmm probably strawberry she takes care of all her friends!” She replies, scrunching her nose up at you. “Miss ‘tashhh” you turn to her. “Mine is plum pudding malysh” she says with a smile. You nod as if that made perfect sense before returning to the show. “Miss. Wanna?” you yawn sleepily she looks up from her phone, her other arm still wrapped around your middle.

“Yes?” She asks with a smile “color?” You ask hopefully and she and Natasha exchange a glance. “Well…it’s getting late, baby girl. Tomorrow okay?” She answers finally and you whine your lower lip jutting out. “Bu bu bu!! Pleaaaa” you beg and Wanda firmly shakes her head with the usual sternness entering her voice. “Bedtime lovebug. We’re going to get you changed and then you can sleep with us hmm?” She says and you scowl at her but nod not wanting to get a scolding. And more importantly you desired cuddles.

Wanda cleaned up while Natasha held your hand escorting you to your room. “I spy with my little eye…a little one!” she says and then her hands land on your stomach tickling you relentlessly and you giggle. “MISS TASH!!!!” You squeal, batting at her hands and she lets go with a small laugh. “I’ll keep that in mind for later” she says with a wink and scoops you up putting you on the bed. She rummages through the drawers and find an oversized shirt with an otter on it and a pair of black sweatpants. “Alrighty lovebug let’s get you changed. Is it okay if I help?” She asks and you nod feeling too small to do it yourself.

You felt as if you were just floating along feeling more like a toddler than your actual age. Natasha pats your stomach “arms up y/n” she instructs and you lift them above your hands. She removes the sweatshirt and then the shirt. She guides your arms through the otter shirt holes and you giggle. “And here I thought we had a little chipmunk. Maybe we have a little otter who needs to hold mine and Wanda’s hands so she doesn’t drift away!” Natasha coos holding your hands before tugging on your pants. She guides you through the pant holes “and jump” she instructs. You jump and she tugs them up.

“And now that we’ve got a little otter it is their bedtime hmm? But first! Teeth brushing.” Natasha says and you head to the restroom quickly brushing your teeth. Then you giggle before running off to their bedroom. You run smack into Wanda who has to grab you by the back of your shirt to keep you from falling. She sights softly and gives you a firm look “Detka…no running okay? I know you didn’t know so we’ll talk some more about the rules tomorrow.” She says her voice shifting to reassuring and you nod. Natasha comes up behind you and kisses Wanda’s cheek before holding your hand and walking into the bedroom. Wanda follows and when you turn to tell her something gushes over your shirt “oh that is so cute y/n! You’re a little otter!” She kisses your forehead and both she and Natasha head to get changed.

You crawl into the bed and sit in the middle of it snuggling under the blankets. Wanda and Natasha come out a few moments later. “Can I touch your hair?” Natasha asks her hands hovering over your hair and you nod. She undoes your hair as Wanda lays down wrapping an arm around your middle. Natasha finishes and lays down holding your hand. Wanda grabs your other hand and kisses your cheek “good night little otter” she murmurs and Natasha turns over “don’t float away” she says teasingly and you mumble an affirmation. You felt oh so small and began to drift off to sleep holding both of their hands tight.

#sfw interaction only #mcu agere #marvel age regression #mommy wanda #mama nat #cg!natasha romanov #cg!wanda maximoff #little!reader

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