#technically she isn't wrong

[raynewolferune]

Tim woke and bolted upright immediately.

"Oh my god. I left an unknown with Tam."

"Indeed." Came a cool, amused reply.

Tim jumped in his chair with a small shriek, eyes darting over to his office's sitting area where Alfred Pennyworth sat with a cup of tea. Tim stared, was he dreaming?

"I don't have a tea set here." Tim told the possible hallucination blankly.

"No," Alfred agreed outwardly calm but seeming slightly amused to Tim's experienced eye. "I brought a set with me from the manor when I heard from Ms. Tam that I was needed."

Tim still couldn't rule out a hallucination. Or maybe dreaming? Were dreams like this? He couldn't remember.

"I passed out on the floor." Tim said frowning as he tried to determine whether a dream or hallucination was more likely.

Alfred gave him a side eye.

"Hm. Perhaps you should have a cup of coffee." The older man said with a note of disapproval in his voice. "You have had a bit of a shock today."

Tim wisely choose not to argue with that and gratefully accepted the coffee that Dream-Alfred handed him a minute and a half later. Though maybe the realistic passage of time made a hallucination more likely? Tim drank the coffee slowly while Alfred waited patiently for him to finish waking up. When he sat the mug down, the butler began speaking again.

"Firstly, you will be pleased to know that you half-brother is still with Ms. Tam." Alfred started. "Once the tests came back, I stepped in and prevented Master Wayne from taking the lad to the manor."

The old butler maintained eye contact as he spoke, ensuring the young CEO's attention did not drift from the conversation. The topic was far too important to risk the boy missing out on details due to his distraction. Though perhaps he should be considered a young man now, what with him having a child of his own to care for soon enough.

"So he really is?" Tim asked faintly, voice trailing off into shock.

"Yes," Alfred confirmed. "Young Danny is, in fact, your half-brother as the note claimed."

Tim looked down at his own hands, folded together on the table in front of him. He had a brother. Holy shit. He actually had a little brother.

Oh no.

Damian.

Tim's head snapped back up wild-eyed and Alfred held up a hand with a firm and pointed expression.

"As I mentioned before, I have prevented Master Bruce from returning to the manor with the boy. Your brother is currently in the care of Ms. Tam." Alfred reminded him promptly.

Tim sagged back in his chair in relief taking several deep breaths to calm his suddenly racing heart again. Alfred eyed him carefully for a long moment before he spoke again.

"I have forgotten what has occurred between the manor's inhabitants," the old man began. "I do not believe that Young Master Damian would do harm to a younger child and I am quite certain that Master Bruce would never allow such a young child to be put at risk, but regardless I have never forgotten what was done to you by any of our kin." Despite his outward composure, Alfred took a deep shuddering breath. "Given that, I have taken the necessary steps to ensure your little one will not be under the care of any of them without your permission." Alfred held his gaze and Tim felt an undefinable comforting chill pouring over him from his head down to his toes as the butler spoke. The man looked away for the first time. "I know have never apologized for my part in what happened between you and Master Damian, you and Master Bruce, nor even for what happened between you and Master Dick whilst Master Bruce was lost. I felt it wasn't my place as a butler and I was wrong." Alfred raised his eyes to Tim's again. "I will not fail anymore."

There was a heavy silence between them stretching long and large across the office as the furniture cast dark shadows across the room. Belatedly Tim realized it was nearly night now. He'd spent almost a full day unconscious.

Alfred continued to wait in the growing silence, hands folded professionally as he stood.

Tim wondered how long Alfred would wait for Tim's response. If Tim could walk out the door and come back a week later and still find Alfred waiting here for his answer.

Oh.

Tim looked away.

"Thank you," he said softly.

~*~*~

Danny was starting to seriously wonder if his alternate self had done a runner. To be fair, he'd have seriously considered doing one himself in the guy's shoes. Danny'd kind of expected the him to be older. Or younger. Maybe just more put together than fainting in the presence of a toddler? Who knows. Just...not the kind of mess that faints in the presence of a toddler basically.

Not that he was judging!

Danny knew he'd probably faint if he suddenly had a toddler to look after too!

Well, he hadn't with Danielle.

But she was only technically a toddler so that didn't really count.

Probably.

Actually, no. Danny could admit it to himself. He definitely wouldn't have fainted over suddenly having to take care of a toddler!

Tam knelt down next to Danny on the floor.

"Are you alright, sweetheart?" She asked gently drawing Danny out of his thoughts. He sniffled.

"Imma okay." He muttered out sniffling some more. He wasn't crying. There was No Way he was tearing up because his new adult probably didn't want him. No way. None!

"Aw, baby," Tam murmured, telegraphing her intentions as she moved to hug him. "What's wrong, sweetie? Are you sad?" She asked, petting his hair back from his face as she met his gaze with somber eyes.

"Noo," Danny denied with a wobble in his voice. His eyes were welling up with tears now damnit!

Tam considered his answer carefully.

"Is it scary?" She asked. "Being with all of us new people in a new place?"

Danny twisted his fingers in his shirt.

"Nooo," it came out as a sob. "Imma not scared!" He sniffled, eyes welling over a little bit.

"Is it me, baby?" Tam asked. Danny shook head fiercely choking out another sob instead of answering.

"Is it Tim?" She asked.

"He hates me!" Danny wailed out hiccuping. Oh my god. Fuck this tiny body. This was absolutely mortifying. "He doesn't want me!" He sobbed gasping for breath. Damn, what the fuck is wrong with me? The man's just fucking unconscious! Danny scolded himself even as he kept crying.

Holy shit, he realized. Jazz was right, emotional self-regulation does come with age.

Oh. This really is gonna suck.

Tam picked him up, humming softly as she swayed side to side, petting his hair soothingly. She murmured gently assurances from time to time, promising that Tim didn't hate him, that Tim absolutely wanted him, and that everything would be better soon.

"I think Mr. Naps might be looking for you." She told Danny as his tears dried up and his eyes started lowering. "It's hard work going new places and meeting new people," Tam said smiling. "And when we work hard sometimes Mr. Naps comes to visit early and that's okay." Her voice grew softer as drifted closer and closer to sleep, easing him further to rest. "Even big boys get visits from Mr. Naps."

"Li' T'm?" Danny heard himself murmuring.

"Just like Tim," Tam agreed warmly. Danny slipped under.

~*~*~

Tam was furious as she stalked back to Tim's office. Sleeping toddler and a small gift bag of goodies for the little one both held with one arm, the second arm supporting the sleeping child drapped across her as needed. Thankfully, Danny had proved to be a heavy sleeper so she'd been able to purchase the bare basic necessities for the toddler along with his very own 'Mr. Naps.'

But that didn't excuse her disaster of a boss for still being UNCONSCIOUS! THIS! THIS RIGHT HERE was why she kept telling him he needed to get more rest on a regular basis!

Okay, no, Tam forced herself to take a deep breath and calm herself. No, she told him that so he wouldn't space out during board meetings.

But that didn't excuse him either.

She pushed open the door to his office without knocking. Tim and Alfred immediately fell silent. As soon as he laid eyes on her, Tim froze like a deer in the sights of a leopard.

Good.

He already knew if he wasn't careful she'd maul him, she thought with satisfaction.

"Ms. Tam," Alfred greeted her, rising to take the bags. "I see our little one is now exhausted. I'm sure you are as well. Would you care for a cuppa?" The older man offered.

Bless everything for Alfred.

"That would be fantastic, Mr. Pennyworth. Thank you," She answered with palatable relief as she carried Danny and carefully eased then both down on the couch. She could feel the child drooling on her shoulder.

"Tam," Tim greeted softly. "How is he?" He asked, nodding at Danny. She frowned.

"He seems to be healthy," Tam began carefully, Alfred listening in as he prepared the tea. "But you should still take him to see Dr. Thompson as soon as possible to be safe." She hesitated briefly before continuing. "He is definitely a meta."

Tim gave a short nod.

"The note mentioned that," he told her. "But nothing more. What did you notice?" He asked.

Tam's expression twisted into a half-snarl half-laugh without the any kind of accompanying vocalization. She fought down her emotional reaction until she fully calmed. Tim made mental a note of it.

"A lot." Tam answered him shortly. "But I think it's better if you interact with him and discover it for yourself."

Tim frowned at her.

"Of course I'll interact with him?" He half stated half asked.

"Will you?" She countered. "Are you sure?"

Alfred rejoined them handing Tam her tea.

"I believe Ms. Tam is referring to your schedule, Young Master Tim." Alfred chimed in. "It is quite..." There was a long searching pause. "Robust at the moment." The butler finished.

Tim looked between the two of them, bewildered.

"What do you mean by that???" He asked.

Tam and Alfred exchanged a glance. Oh shit. Tim had done screwed up somewhere and he knew it. Alfred leveled a look at him.

"While it is true that Master Bruce was a vigilante, CEO of Wayne Enterprise, and raised children all at the same time," the butler began. "He did not do all of that plus cook and clean his home. Nor did he do any part of it alone."

Tim stared at them uncomprehendingly.

"You live alone, Master Tim." Alfred said pointedly.

"Yes? I'm Emancipated?" Tim replied in confusion.

"Exactly." Tam said deadpan. Her expression telling him that his brain was clearly fried right now and she was utterly unimpressed with him as a result of that fact.

"I'll humor you." Alfred decided. "Tell me, who will care for Little Danny while you work both at Wayne Enterprises and at Night?"

The anvil finally fell and Tim sat there staring off into space, stunned, and breathed out.

"Fuck."

DPxDC #3 A Tale of Two Jacks.

What if Jack Fenton and Jack Drake were alternate universe versions of each other?

Things diverged a few generations back when the nightingales stayed true to their Monster hunter roots in the DP universe, but in the DC universe took the treasure from monsters lairs to build the family fortune and branch out into other businesses. And the last name changed to Drake a few generations before the other universe changed to Fenton. Also all the really powerful magical artifacts and weapons were hidden away in a secret basement Jack didn’t get around to showing Tim before he died.

Oh and I guess this sort of makes Tim and Danny counterparts. Though not quite as the Jacks each married a different woman. So half brothers, if you squint? Eh whatever.

Anyway this was inspired by @dcxdpdabbles prompt. https://www.tumblr.com/gaddaboutgriffon/756909205456388096/wait-isnt-tims-dad-also-named-jack-of-we-could

Where a Deaged to about 5ish years old Danny gets sent to Tim drake to take care of until it is safe for him to return to his home universe. This leads to a misunderstanding that Danny is Tim’s baby half brother. The DNA test would support it if Danny’s dna wasn’t all scrambled by the ghost zone portal.

So how do you guys think this all plays out?

[dreamyintersexouppy]

haiii green back with another gender thought, realized that as boy as i may be i still exist in a transfeminine body and live a transfeminine life, even if i don't specifically identify as transfeminine i still exist in a tma space in the eyes of society, my gender as a boy doesn't really affect that much. the people who know me and treat me like a boy are not treating me like i'm tme they're just respecting me... so basically all the tmra boys are jealous of me, the one true trannyboy

[bumblingbabooshka]

-Remembers how T’Pring looked as she watched Spock & Chapel vanish into the bathroom together after seeing them kiss on the bridge (which she knew was for a mission and didn’t hold against them but perhaps she could sense something there since they do have feelings for one another), maybe attempting to calm herself and her suspicions as she’s left alone again (and later finds she’s been left out entirely this whole time) and how she doesn’t know that Spock almost told Chapel he loved her then and there, with T’Pring in the other room waiting, and how Amanda and Sevet both think she could have more confidence in herself and how T’Pring thought that she and Spock were in this together (her holding his hand, subtly letting him know to pour slower so the tea flowers would bloom correctly, a whispered ‘well done’, the ritual is over mother) and how mere hours after she expresses to Spock how she feels: Like he doesn’t trust her, like he doesn’t care to include her in his life, how she’s trying her best to show him that she will accept him wholly, how she wants to be his partner instead of an adversary or an obstacle, after all this he’s found Chapel within the hour and is kissing her.-

[petitepatateuwu]

I've made it to the 8th season of ninjago and wtf???

Better animation, new haircut, new city, Lloyd's new voice, Garmadon is somehow back in the plot, and Cole actually has charachter developement?????

I have so much to think after two episodes, they got me really hyped for this one :D

[morningmask27]

god, one mild problem of asking friends who don't draw a lot for criticism is that They Don't See Shit. I'm obviously going to be Extra Critical of my own art and that's why I ask for their advise, but they just tell me it's pretty without warning me that one arm had a very fucked up anatomy or the chair I had straight up forgotten to draw for a good while.

I told them the thing was done (I meant a fucking table I had procrastinated to draw for eons and was a blue sketch in all those wip updates) while all the characters were still just colored sketches and the chair was missing and they just didn't see it; they rolled with the drawing as is.

They're wonderful people, but they are definitely not the people to go to for actual art advise and it's a bit annoying tbh

[youremyonlyhope]

why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up why won't my brain shut up

[pochapal]

maria's detachment isn't quite on the level of being called dissociative but it does reveal a kind of disconnect between her and the material reality of her family i think.

[bookwyrm-of-the-trees]

My friend trying to watch qualifying with me: Who's that [Alex Albon]?

Me: *pulls up picture* His name is on his uniform

Them: Ah, okay. William.

[fappellmoan]

i. HATE!!!!!!!! that i feel like i can’t have boundaries with this lady without reinforcing the belief that i’m not good enough to be working on this. as if she’s not the one being rude and pushy and intrusive. i don’t think she has much sway or that it will affect me much in the future but it sucks anyway

[septimus-heap]

update on my reading sep heap: i finally found time to go to the library and get Flyte :3

!!!!!!!

[crimsonshadesblog]

Siete feels like the type of person who if someone asked him what his type is he'd just smile at Djeeta and say "my girlfriend" and choose to elaborate

Just peak wife guy behavior

That is how he answers these types of questions in the present. It doesn't help that at some point, Djeeta genuinely gets curious, but every time she asks him about past flings or crushes, he immediately deflects and insists that "I like you". And then refuses to elaborate.

She drops it soon enough, but she does her fair share of pouting about the lack of a straight answer.

He do be a wife guy though.

[mechieonu]

don't get me wrong i LOVE tragedies and there were some villains that i knew weren't going to have a happy ending (siggy and dabi respectively) but is that...it?

[overlordofships]

Due to me shipping Ayumu/Tokio I need you all to see my headcanon on how they handle said feelings (disregarding the fuckery where they start losing their powers lmao)

Ayumu and his dumb, trying-to-stay-closeted ass tries to convince himself that ACTUALLY he is only attracted to Kaori, not Tokio, and for some reason he thinks that is a legitimate heterosexual excuse he can give himself (never mind that time he thought to himself about how Tokio should smile more when he is not Kaori because 'he'd look so nice like that')

Tokio probably just kinda blinks, takes a step back and goes "Am I gay or is my best friend just that pretty?" and then decides he doesn't care

Everyone else is suffering watching Ayumu avoid the truth of his gayness while Tokio, Mr "I never care about talking to anyone but Ayumu" wholeheartedly embraces his gayness.

[cloudbattrolls]

Ullane isn't shy, she just has basically no fucks to give anymore because she has so divorced herself from the concept of being romantically involved or people wanting to flirt with her. It doesn't hurt her, she's simply separated herself from the idea entirely.

[novelistwriter]

Fruitloop Phantom

DP x DC Prompt

The Nasty Burger explosion happens, but when Danny is much older, it takes his family, friends, and countless others with it.

He is under Vlad's care for a few months, as he is 17 and still in school. Vlad is slowly getting worse and worse, caring for Danny is only slightly fulfilling his obsession, but not enough to keep the Fruitloop existing.

Dani had come rushing back to the Manor in Amity that Danny and Vlad share. Dani is destabilizing, and everything Danny and Vlad do isn't working. So Danny takes Dani to Frostbite.

One Ghost Doctor trip later, and a little interference from an old-time Ghost, Danny is in Gotham, looking for the Red Hood, as the revenants ectoplasm is needed to help Dani.

Danny and the Red Hood have a one night stand, Frostbite said that the only way to get the needed ectoplasm without harming the Red Hood is through sex, and Danny had been crushing on the 'Avenger of the Dead' after he had seen some images of the man. And since Danny is Trans, he is capable of hosting the new Halfa in his body.

Dani had been reborn, but not as the same girl she once was, as she is no longer a clone but a full person. Her new name is Elaine Jasmine Fenton. Vlad got to hold her once before the Fruitloop had passed on the next day, leaving Danny as the Heir to Dalv.co. Now, Danny has a company and the Infinite Realms/Ghost Zone to run.

A few years go by, and Elaine is almost 6. When Danny returns to Gotham to set up a branch of Dalv.co in the city, he just doesn't expect to run into the Red Hood again until the man saves their daughter from whoever decided that she was a new Wayne kid and brought her back to him(technically not wrong, but Danny doesn't know that).

[hard-core-super-star]

push me on the counter, call me princess [W.Maximoff; N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x dom!natasha romanoff

summary: you and wanda develop a connection you definitely shouldn't have with someone in a relationship. unbeknowst to you, it's all part of their plan.

warnings: PURE SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> mentions of cheating! [no actual cheating, though! wandanat have an agreement, R doesn't know about it until things get spicy]; mommy + daddy kink; nipple play; impact play; wanda using her powers to hold R down; fingering [R receiving]; oral [Nat receiving]; twinges of humiliation; degradation + praise; nat's a little mean but we love her for it; use of the term 'slut'; probably more but i forgot

wordcount: 3.3k

a/n: so...i'm technically not doing anything official for kinktober this year because school is kicking my butt already BUT i have a few ideas for some very filthy smut fics so i'll be posting them this month. i haven't written for wandanat in a minute so i hope i did them justice. please let me know your thoughts, i hope you enjoy <3

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It was supposed to be a one time thing.

That's what you told Wanda when she pushed you against the farthest wall in some dingy, badly-lit, New York bar.

The two of you had come back from a long, draining, mission and, instead of staying at the Compound and actually resting, you decided to go out and get drunk to let off some steam. The mission had technically been a success, but it had also been a pain in the ass...and in the shoulder, thanks to the knife wound you'd received.

So, yeah, maybe going out wasn't the best idea in the first place.

In your defense, it was borderline impossible to say no to the witch. Mainly because she was very convincing when she wanted to be, but also because of your massive, and borderline ridiculous, crush on her.

To make matters worse, Wanda was pissed off at Natasha for...something and you ended up taking the place of a supportive partner.

It would have been fine had the drinks in your system not made your inhibitions lower significantly, which rendered you helpless against the green-eyed woman of your dreams. Then again, it's not like you were particularly against that idea in the first place.

Maybe that made you a horrible person.

Maybe that made Wanda a monster.

But how could she be one when she whispered the sweetest words in your ear while taking you over the edge and destroying you in the most pleasurable of ways? How could there be anything wrong about her soft caresses and gentle smiles?

A part of you knows the answer. It's wrong because the witch's heart isn't yours. Or worse, because someone else's heart belongs to the witch.

Because for all their problems and arguments, Wanda and Natasha love each other. At the very least, they tolerate each other enough to stay together.

And you don't fit into their relationship.

You shouldn't.

But Wanda isn't a person you can just ignore.

She makes that perfectly clear no less than a week after your little "mistake".

You're in the kitchen at the Compound, eating some leftovers and scrolling through your phone to keep yourself occupied, when Wanda walks in. You don't need to look at her to know she's pissed off. Her energy is way too heavy to mean anything else.

"Hey, Wands," you say, barely looking up from your phone out of fear of falling under her spell once more.

She walks over to you, leaning against the counter and silently watching you for a second. Her silence honestly scares you, but you don't question her yet. You know better than that.

"You've been avoiding me," she says, her voice soft yet not gentle. "Why is that?"

A shiver runs down your spine at the question. 

You know you can't lie to her, she's a freaking mind reader, but you can't exactly tell her the truth. You've both been trying to ignore it since the morning you woke up tangled together in her bed.

A bed she shares with someone who isn't you.

"I've been busy," you reply with a shrug. "Kate's been forcing me to train every day."

Clearly, that's the wrong answer, considering the tilt of her head.

Yup. You're fucked now.

"Is that so? I didn't realize you two were such good...friends."

Wanda pushes herself off the counter, taking slow, calculated, steps until she's standing behind you. If you weren't so focused on keeping your voice steady, you might have been able to guess what her plan in.

"Well, we both love annoying Clint and making Yelena mad."

She hums in response as her arms wrap themselves around you, pulling you back until you're firmly pressed against her. 

The action almost makes you fall off your stool. You somehow stay put, though, even as every fiber of your being tells you to leave. The harsh truth is that you don't want to leave.

You want her so badly that the consequences don't seem to matter.

Nothing matters but her.

Which is exactly what she wants.

"You should be careful with the little archer," she says, her hands not so subtly caressing your sides. "You know she's just going to use you then throw you away when she's bored."

The irony in her words isn't lost on you.

You open your mouth to let her know that when her hands move up and brush against your chest. It takes all your willpower to stop yourself from gasping.

"Wanda," you hiss. "We're in the middle of the kitchen."

"Relax, detka," she whispers into your ear, your body instantly obeying her words. "You know I won't let anyone see."

"Do I?" you reply. "Because it seems exactly like something you'd enjoy."

The witch chuckles despite herself. "That's true but you're not the only trying to keep things a secret."

You know her words should make you feel worse about this whole thing but right now, they only serve to turn you on. As messed up as it is, there's something exciting about the situation. 

About how much Wanda wants you.

So, even though you know you should push her away, you lean back against her, allowing her hands to explore your body however she wishes.

Your obedience (if you can even call it that) is instantly rewarded by the other woman. Her hands sneak their way under your shirt, her fingers drawing teasing shapes on your warm skin as she makes the journey upward.

"You're such a good girl for me, baby," she mumbles almost absent-mindedly. "Letting me use you like this. Letting me play with you whenever I want."

A part of you wants to put up a fight. To show her you have a bigger backbone than she realizes. That you're able to switch the tables on her whenever you want.

Unfortunately, that part of you goes quiet the second her fingers find your nipples. "Look at you, all ready for me, huh?"

"Shut up," you mumble as your cheeks heat up.

Your words of defiance earn you a sharp pinch to your already sensitive nipples. "Watch your mouth, sweetheart."

It's impossible to stop your back from arching as the leftover sting rushes through your system. You'd learned the hard way that Wanda could either be the sweetest or the most unforgivable lover. In a way, it made being with her all the more exciting...and unpredictable.

Then again, you can't pretend you don't like it. If you didn't, you would have never gotten mixed up with her in the first place.

"Sorry," you whisper, not sounding particularly sincere.

If Wanda notices, she doesn't point it out and instead goes right back to playing with your chest, squeezing and pinching your nipples as she pleases.

Her actions only serve to make you more and more desperate for her. It's almost embarrassing how good she is at reading you. At knowing exactly what buttons to push to turn you into a shaking, pleading mess.

A part of you knows it's thanks to her powers that she can read your desires so well, but you ignore the thought for now. You could beat yourself up over all this later, right now, you had a very important task ahead of you.

"You're eager today," she teases, her eyes zeroing in on the slight movement of your hips. "Did you miss me that much?"

You're not sure why you're in such a defiant mood today but your mouth moves way faster than your thoughts. "Yeah, Kate was too busy today."

You don't see the scarlet that begins to overtake her eyes since you have your back to her. You miss the warning signs until she uses her magic to bend you over the counter, keeping your hands behind your back.

"You're going to regret talking to me like that," she says, holding you down easily thanks to her magic.

It's obvious you should apologize and yet you remain as composed as you possibly can given the situation. As stupid as it is, you're still mad at her for putting you in this situation.

Out of the two of you, she was the one who was in the wrong. She was the one fucking up her relationship just because she was upset with her girlfriend. And she had the audacity to pull you down with her.

To make you like it.

You couldn't place all the blame on her and yet you did it anyway. As if that would somehow fix the entire situation.

Her hand comes down on your ass before you can make your predicament worse. The sudden sensation makes you jump, the leftover sting taking over your mind.

"Wanda." Your attempt to sound mad falls completely flat since your voice is far too breathless for it to be convincing.

She spanks you again. Once. Twice. Each time striking both harder and faster.

"Try again, detka," she tells you, her voice unforgiving. "And then maybe, I'll go easy on you."

She won't.

You know she won't. But the idea that she could is more than tantalizing enough.

Although, then again, it wasn't like you didn't enjoy calling her by her beloved title.

"Mommy," you whisper, your voice sounding way too loud in the empty kitchen.

You don't need to be looking at her to see the proud grin that takes over her features.

This is the real reason why she wants you. Why she likes being with you. Because she doesn't need to fight you to get you to submit to her every whim.

"Good girl." Wanda's hands toy with the waistband of your pants. "Tell me what you want."

You allow the silence to drag on for a second longer than necessary. You both know you won't deny her, you can't, but that doesn't mean you can't keep her guessing. 

Maybe then she'll grow tired of you and stop using you so carelessly.

"Want you to touch me...please, mommy."

You half expect her to drag the moment out until you can't hold yourself back from begging for more. For her.

She doesn't, though, because unbeknownst to you, she's playing a different kind of game with you today.

Wanda uses her powers to undress you, barely giving you a second to register just how vulnerable she's leaving you. You know no one will walk in on you two, she promised you that much, but that doesn't make it any less scary...and thrilling.

"Look at you," she coos, her fingers spreading your slick folds. "So wet and I've barely even touched you. Such a needy thing, aren't you, sweetheart?"

It's embarrassing how hard your walls clench around pure air from the mere tone of her voice. It's that intoxicating mix between degrading and sweet that you want everything she's willing to give you.

"Yes, mommy," you whimper.

"Oh, I know," she says, pushing the tip of her index finger into your tight cunt. "She's such a good girl, isn't she?"

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion but her powers hold you down and stop you from turning to look at her. Your question is answered before you can even ask it, though, as a certain pair of black boots make their way into your field of vision.

"I'm not sure." The sound of Natasha's voice sends a shiver down her spine. "She looks like a desperate slut to me."

Wanda stops you from answering, thanks to her powers. "Oh, come on, Nat, don't be mean. Look how eager she is to be played with."

The redhead rolls her eyes. "That just proves my point."

The witch laughs, taking the moment to sink her finger deeper into your pussy, relishing the wet sounds that fill the kitchen. You're more than a little humiliated, but there's nothing you can do to stop it. Worse, there's nothing you can do to deny how wet the situation is making you.

How desperate you are for more.

Wanda knows. Of course, she knows. It's partly because of her powers and partly because she knows your body far too well. And because she knows you so well, she gives you a chance to call the whole thing off before it even truly starts.

"What's your color, y/n?"

It would be so easy to say "red" and stop everything. You know there would be zero judgement. That despite whatever agreement they've come to, they'd both take a step back and make sure you were okay.

And yet...you can't seem to form the word.

Because, as much as you don't want to admit it...you want this.

"Green..." you whisper.

Wanda leans in, taking your mind off of Natasha's eyes on you, and peppers soft kisses across your back. The softness of her lips is a stark contrast to her previous demeanor and it helps calm down your speeding nerves.

The Russian steps forward, her hand cupping your face and gently tilting it backward until your eyes meet. "You want this, don't you, darling?"

You don't want to admit it but you can't bring yourself to lie to her. "Yes...I want this."

The sharpness in her eyes fades away slightly. There's still an edge of annoyance in her features but she looks almost as turned on as you feel. "Good girl."

Your walls clench around Wanda's finger and she chuckles before starting to move in and out of your tight heat. "I think she likes you, Nat."

"Shut up."

Wanda adds another finger into the mix, expertly stretching you out and drawing out a long moan from your parted lips. "That's it, just give in, sweetheart. Doesn't it feel better when you stop thinking so much?"

It's startling how right she is.

She doesn't wait for an answer this time, though, she simply speeds up her movements, curling her fingers in the way that drives you crazy. The pleasure slowly overwhelms your mind, removing all other thoughts until all you can focus on is how good it all feels. How much you like submitting to them like this.

"Mommy..." You whine, watching the way Natasha's eyes darken in response to your sounds. "Please...need more."

"Aw, are two fingers not enough for you, baby?" The fake pity in her tone turns you on more than it should. "Does your greedy pussy need more?"

You nod desperately, ignoring the humiliation that lingers in your every move.

All that earns you is another laugh from Wanda and an eye roll from Natasha.

The redhead steps back from you, causing you to whimper, before her hands move to her belt. Her eyes remain on yours as she starts removing her garments, slowly revealing the red strap-on resting between her legs.

Your lips part almost instantly once you catch sight of the full size of it and just how incredibly dominant it makes Natasha look. You shouldn't be surprised considering what everyone, including Wanda, always say about her. Then again, seeing is believing.

"So fucking eager, aren't you?" You know the Russian is technically making fun of you, but you can't help feeling a bit proud of yourself for the grin on her face.

She steps forward, her hands coming up to tangle in your hair and guide you forward. There's something weirdly soft about her movements, about the way she takes her time with you. Maybe, just maybe, she likes you more than she's let on.

You wrap your lips around the head of the dildo, your eyes glued to Natasha's face. You can see the flecks of pleasure spreading across her features, the way she clenches her jaw to stop herself from vocalizing it. It's like you're stuck in a far too arousing competition with her. Each of you trying your damn harderst to break the other.

Unfortunately for you, you also have Wanda working behind you, her fingers restlessly pumping in and out of your soaked entrance. She knows exactly how to wind you up. 

Exactly how to keep you on your toes yet wanting more.

Natasha guides you further down her cock, working the length deeper into your mouth. "You look so much better like this, malyshka."

"I told you," Wanda pipes up, choosing that exact moment to work another finger into your tight heat. "You just wanted to be a party pooper."

"Keep talking like that and you'll be next, Maximoff."

"You're no fun."

You've never heard Wanda like this. So pouty and borderline bratty. It's a stark contrast to the dominant woman you've grown so attached to. To the one that turns your brain to putty with just a few words.

"Don't get any ideas, sweetheart. Mommy's still in charge here."

You moan in response, the sound muffled by the dildo currently stuffing your mouth.

"If you're Mommy," Natasha says, starting to thrust into your mouth. "Does that make me Daddy?"

You try to voice your approval for the title but neither of the women pay attention to you. They just keep talking like you're not even there, like all you are is a toy for them to play with.

"I thought you didn't like being called that."

The redhead shrugs in response. "I don't but now I'm curious."

"I think our good girl would like it."

You wait for Natasha to complain and say something about how you aren't theirs. Maybe make fun of you again for even thinking they'd ever entertain that idea.

She doesn't, though.

All she does is double her efforts as she keeps thrusting into your mouth. 

The kitchen fills with the sounds of your pleasure as they both play with your needy holes.

You feel yourself growing closer and closer to the edge, the coil in your stomach getting tighter with each one of their well-timed thrusts. You're completely at their mercy and you love every second of their never-ending show of dominance.

Of control over you.

Wanda's movements speed up and you do your best to ask for permission to cum, knowing all too well the consequences that would await you if you forgot. It's practically impossible to speak, though, considering the way Natasha is still thrusting into your mouth, her hips grinding against the base of the dildo each time she slips the length back inside.

"I know, baby," the witch reassures you. "You want to cum so bad, don't you?"

All she gets is a muffled whine in response, your body jerking forward when her thumb teases your swollen clit.

"Go ahead, darling," Natasha speaks up, her voice practically a low growl. "Cum all over Mommy's fingers for me."

You're not used to receiving such a command from the redhead and yet your body reacts immediatly to her tone. Your whole body seems to come alive as you fall over the edge, Wanda's fingers never ceasing in their movements. She expertly draws out your pleasure until you're left shaking and panting. 

The ringing in your ears doesn't allow you to hear the string of moans that leave Natasha's mouth as she watches the scene. The sight of you coming undone so violently causes her to fall apart, her fingers tightening in your hair until you're sputtering for air.

Thankfully, Wanda knows your limits well.

No words are exchanged as she uses her magic on you again. You're barely coherent, your mind still too muddled by pure pleasure and the cotton-filled haze of submission.

She gently sets you down on the couch, wiping down your soaked skin with a wet cloth, making sure to look you over in case their rough movements bruised you up.

"You okay, darling?" The witch asks as she settles down next to you.

You nod in response, shifting a little until your head rests in her lap. "Yeah...just tired."

"You should get some rest, detka. We have a lot to talk about."

Her words make you laugh. "That's an understament, Wands."

"Whatever." She moves her hand down to run her fingers through your hair, gently scratching your scalp as sleep overcomes you.

There's a lot you don't understand, a lot you really figure out, but you feel safe with the knowledge that you haven't ruined anything. That you're not an intruder in their relationship. If anything, you're a welcome addition.