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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Bible Study

Priest!Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: BLASPHEMOUS! (Read with caution) Mean-ish WandaNat. (Am I a whore?)

Smut: Father (N), Mommy (W), Bunny (R) |Fingering (R), Oral (W), Unprotected Sex (R-Nat has a Dick), Kinks: Spitting, Slapping, Praising, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Please Don’t Report^ Labeled.

4,674 Words

Wanda knew everyone in town, it was part of the gig being the pastors wife and all, so when you entered their church this morning her curious eyes locked right in on your docile form as you took a seat on the aisle three rows back.

"Isn't she so pretty Natty?" Wanda held onto her wife's bicep with unexpected force as she surveyed the crowd settling into the pews, "She's precious, can we have her, please?"

Natasha chuckled, "Will that make my detka happy?" Wanda nodded. "Then she's all ours."

The couple shared a sweet kiss before Wanda took her rightful place in the front pew, right by their twins, Billy and Tommy Romanoff. They were a perfect split, Billy looked just like Wanda, while Tommy looked like Natasha.

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Natasha softly smiled down at her family, then she looked out at her congregation with a grin, "Good morning everyone, shall we begin?"

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The sermon was great, it didn't feel anything like you were used to in the past, there was an air of understanding in the preachers eyes and you knew it to be genuine as she had a wife. Word traveled around this small town fast, which is why you ended up here this Sunday.

There wasn't judgement here, and that was the way it should always be, as the bible itself says.

There was a post sermon luncheon being hosted across the way from the main church in a smaller building, it definitely piqued your interest, but you were unable to bring yourself to enter, so you did the next best thing and turned to leave towards the parking lot.

"Where are you sneaking off to dorogoy?"

"Oh, um hi there ma'am, I was headed home."

Wanda winced, "Please, refrain from calling me ma'am, it feels like you've just wounded me honey," she gripped at her heart to feign pain, causing you to chuckle softly, "My apologies..."

"Wanda," she held out her hand, you nervously accepted it, and your knees threatened to buckle at the mere sight of her gorgeous smile.

"So, instead of heading home, how about you follow me in? We'd love to get to know you."

"Y/N."

"A pretty name, attached to such a pretty face, what a shocker," she mused, relishing in the sight of your widened eyes, and at the way your head fell to hide your sudden nervous smile.

Wanda escorted you to the table with her kids, "I'll be right back with some snacks, sit tight."

"Hi!" Tommy shouted, you met his enthusiasm with a calm wave. "I'm Tommy, this is Billy."

"Hi," Billy greeted, far more reserved than his brother, "You're new, what brings you here?"

"I'm on a journey of self discovery actually," you admitted, rather easily at that, "I'm from out West, but I decided to venture out and in my journey I seem to have ended up here."

"Interesting, of all the places you could've traveled to, tell me honey, why New Jersey?"

It shocked you to see the pastor stood beside you, she was no longer in her church attire, but instead she wore a pair of blue jeans, with a simple white shirt that clung to her muscular figure in a way that seemed far too sinful for the venue, but your eyes still wandered.

"I-I'm not exactly sure Pastor Romanoff, I just know something told me that this was where I needed to be, so I parked my RV and stayed."

Natasha smirked, if her job has taught her anything, it's that God works in mysterious ways, and that this here was a true testament to the powerful nature of divine intervention.

"Please, call me Nat," she extended her hand out, and even if your hand was clammy, like before you accepted it, and whispered, "Y/N."

"Well Y/N, we're so happy to have a new face around, especially one as gorgeous as yours," she winked and you about lost the ability to breathe as she looked at you like you were her prey while her children were sat there coloring.

Wanda returned to see you looking absolutely awestruck, your lips pursed, while your eyes were chock-full of wonder as well as terror. Their prayers have finally been answered is all she can think as she settles down beside you, a smidge too close for a preachers wife you reckon, but you also can't be bothered to care.

"Hey, Y/N," you turned to look at her, your breath hitching as you nearly bumped noses, "Are you free for an introductory bible study?" Wanda smiled at you, innocent in nature, but you could see something more devious brewing behind those mesmerizing viridescent orbs.

"I-I, where, when?"

Natasha smirked, "Here, tonight, let's say 6?"

"Yeah, okay, what do I need to bring?" you asked while jumping to your feet in a rush.

Wanda followed your movement, placing a hand on your lower back she gently guided you to the exit with her wife right behind her, the women smiling brightly as you faced them.

"Just bring your pretty self," Wanda said while placing a kiss on your slightly heated cheek, "We'll handle the rest, don't worry about it."

When you got into your RV your skin was crawling, every alarm that could go off did, but you simply turned the radio up to drown them out, and headed straight towards your hotel. Where you paced for about an hour, deciding if returning was a smart idea, and wondering why you had the urge to shave for such a night.

You're preparing for the likes of a date, when in reality you're meant to meet the pastor and her wife to go over various pieces of scripture. You could use some sort of help honestly, resisting temptation was never exactly your strong suit, and with women as gorgeous as them you were perceivably hopeless if you read the vibe right.

And God, were you hoping you did...

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After hours of deliberation you found yourself eagerly driving back to the church, a bible in your shaky hand as you got out of the vehicle. But it mattered not when your heart was consumed entirely by sin, your body matched that sentiment, adorned in a lacy red two piece that you could catch a glimpse of through your sheer white top tucked into a tight black skirt.

"Oh fuck," Natasha cursed, she could feel her cock hardening at the sight of you through the blinds in her office, "Wanda, come look at her."

"Yebena mat'," Wanda cursed in her wives mother tongue, "Come on, she's waiting!"

(Holy shit)

Natasha and Wanda quietly approached you from behind as you were stood in front of the church doors in wait for the clock to strike six.

"Aren't you an early bird?" Wanda announced herself with a playful smile when you turned to her, a bit startled, but you were able to recover pretty quickly, "I haven't got much else to do."

"Really? You're dressed so," Natasha paused, eyes drinking you in, her tongue seductively moving passed her lips as she wetted them before her tone dropped, "Provocatively."

You smirked, unsure where this sudden wave of confidence of yours came from, but you were ready to run with it, "Oh, well I actually have a date after bible study, but I thought I looked cute, are you saying this gives the wrong idea?"

Natasha's jaw clenched as she brushed passed you with the church keys, meanwhile Wanda's only giveaway towards jealousy was her eyes. They spoke in place of her neutral expression.

"It's cute, but Natasha's right, you look slutty."

Words worked too you supposed...

They left you stood in the doorway with your mouth agape, and a sinking feeling setting in. You were just trying to tease them, but it seems all you did was anger them, and likely ruined your chances of this fantasy to actually happen.

"Are you coming Y/N? You're letting all the cold air in honey," Wanda called out to you, and it was her soft voice giving you whiplash that brought you back from your mind full up on turmoil. "Yup, sorry," you shuffled inside, shutting the large doors behind you, and in doing so, you effectively sealed your fate.

Natasha cleared her throat, "Come here," she was stern in not only tone but stance as she stood at her podium behind the altar, and you had no interest in making her mad so your legs swiftly brought you to her. "Kneel," she husked, sending shivers down your spine as you were quick to obey the alluring woman in charge.

"You won't be needing this," Wanda slipped the bible from your hands, leaving you in a state of total confusion, your eyes tracked the room as you began to realize that this was indeed a closed bible study, and not just a fantasy.

"Look at me," Natasha commanded, and your flickering gaze instantly settled on her stony face, "From this moment forward you will call me Father, and if at anytime you wish to leave, you're free to go, do I make myself clear?"

"Answer her malysh," Wanda said from right beside you where she was crouching down to be on your level, "Don't upset her now honey, or this'll be no fun for any of us, and mommy wants to have fun with her precious bunny."

You nodded without a moment's hesitation, "Yes father, I understand," you smiled at her, and for a brief moment you saw her lips upturn before they fell back into a neutral position.

Natasha turned away to grab some things, and as she did that you released a nervous breath, only to have another caught in your throat as Wanda pressed herself into you. "You're so pretty bunny," she craned her head around to gently kiss your cheek, an act of faux innocence because in the next instance she was kissing your tingling lips hard enough to leave you breathless, "Can I touch your body, hm?"

The question felt near redundant, her lips have already touched yours, while her hands held onto your hips for support from behind, so you knew that what she was asking wasn't as simple as it sounded, and you were so eager to give in, you nodded vigorously, but Natasha gripped your chin before you could nod again.

"Use your words," she held you tighter for emphasis, "Unless you wish for consequences."

"Sorry father, I-I promise to be good," Natasha nodded, and once she loosened her grip you turned to face Wanda, "Yes mommy, you are both free to touch me however you like."

"There you go," Natasha smiled at you, it was soft, but in a condescending way, "I knew you weren't just a pretty face, such a smart girl."

While Wanda's hands bunched your skirt up Natasha's hand gripped your chin again, far less tightly than before, "Open up bunny."

Natasha watched with pride as you obediently parted your lips, she lifted the chilled golden chalice to her lips, sipping the ruby tinted wine into her mouth before she slowly leaned over, and sensually spit the wine directly into yours.

It was perfectly synchronized, the altered liquid permeated your tastebuds, and then it slid down your throat just as Wanda slid two of her fingers into your dripping cunt. Natasha pressed her lips to yours just as a scream was ripped from your burning throat, catching it with efficient ease, and spurring your arousal on tenfold as she slid her tongue over yours.

Never in your days did you expect communion to play out like this, but you'd honestly never felt closer to a higher being than you did now. Natasha, and Wanda were the holy figureheads for this small town, you understood the appeal right away with their charms, and now you thanked the world for introducing them to you.

"You're dripping," Wanda groaned, "Good grief, do you hear yourself detka? So wet."

You'd willed yourself to feel shame for what was taking place here tonight, you felt like a common mans' whore with how easily you were giving it up, but you just couldn't seem to care. With the way she fucked you, and Lord, with the words she said, they had you in a chokehold. "It's like this pussy was meant for mommy's fingers. Don't you agree detka?"

Natasha pulled away from you, the picture perfect display of cool as you panted loudly. She returned to her previous position, moving about to put things in order for, well, you hadn't a clue honestly, but you were excited.

"Answer mommy," Natasha commanded, "Sorry father," you choked out over a moan, "Y-yes mommy, I was made just for you to fuck."

"Watch your mouth," Natasha chided, her hand made instant contact with your cheek, "Pretty girls like you need not speak like that Y/N."

"Oh, okay, I-I'm sorry father, I won’t swear,” you stuttered, mind currently reeling from how your body alit with this nearly painful desire as her hand harshly collided with your skin, you nearly asked her to do it again, you’re certain Wanda knew too with the way she smirked against your shoulder, you’d clenched so hard she felt your walls suck her in even deeper.

“U shlyukhi bolevoy sindrom,” Wanda spoke in secrets to her wife, you dropped the redheads gaze as soon as she looked to you with a smirk, she knew now. “Imeyet smysl.”

(The slut has a pain kink / Makes sense)

You wish you could say you were embarrassed now, but you weren’t, only eager for more.

The pastor began to hum a familiar tune to fill the nearly silent room, and with that followed Wanda's sultry voice,"'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace, my fears relieved." Natasha unexpectedly sang out the next line, "How precious did that grace appear, the hour I first believed."

"Amazing grace, how sweet the sound," the women kept their voices low, their raspy tones wrapped around your brain as they harmonized, further clouding your lusty mind. "Sing with us sweetheart," Wanda nibbled on the lobe of your ear as her thumb grazed your clit, pulling a set of delicious mewls from you.

"Go on bunny, be our good girl," Natasha purred, her face now in front of yours as she crouched down before you with a sly smirk.

"That saved a wretch like me," you were alone as you choked out the next line, working your hardest to not get too lost in the pleasure that you forget the words, you weren't sure she wouldn't stop if you did. Wanda sped up her pace in reward, her lips parted as she breathed heavily, seeing you so pliant for them made her heart swell with hope, and she was giddy to see her wife's eyes held the same dream when they locked gazes. Natasha nodded; it was time.

"I once was lost, but now I'm found," all three of you sang the next line in synchrony, "Go on detka, let go, finish the song for us."

Her words felt coded, and as you sang the last line you knew they were, "Was blind, but now I see," your vision blurred as you came a second later, finishing on Wanda's fingers as she'd curled them with a sort of expertise.

"Good girl," Wanda purred, you whimpered at her praise, you felt your walls clench around her fingers, and cried a moment later when she pulled them from you. You were spent, your body now sticky with a thin layer of sweat, your head rested on Wanda's shoulder as your heart pounded in your head, you didn't see nor hear what the women were saying or doing.

You'd never experienced as powerful of an orgasm before, it was very much life changing, and you nearly chuckled that it happened in a church. A place of worship; you surely felt that.

It wasn't until you felt pointed fingertips tap the side of your head that you opened your eyes. Natasha stared down at you with a grin, "What do you say bunny?" You smiled softly, "Thank you mommy," you turned awkwardly to kiss her lips in thanks. "Thank you Father."

Natasha beamed genuinely, loving the way that you understood without much guidance. You were perfect, her wife always had a knack for finding prizes, and she clearly has yet to fail.

Wanda's sticky, glistening fingers flooded your vision a second later as she dipped them into a metal basin, metaphorically washing her hands clean of your sin, but you noticed she left out two of her coated fingers. You watched with a dry mouth as she lifted her hand up to her wife who didn't hesitate to lick it clean, "Sweet..."

You nearly fainted, traces of your slick now layered over her lower lip, shining just right under the dimly lit church lights. Wanda's moan directly into your ear after she tasted you next made your body tremble with renewed need as you kept your eyes locked on her wife's. It felt as if they sought to kill you with their provocations, so sexy in their natural states.

Then, the icing on the cake came when the pastor dipped two of her fingers into the tainted water, stirring it languidly until she was satisfied that your essence had mixed in well.

"Vo imya papy," Natasha chanted in her mother tongue, her thumb dripping with the not so holy water pressed a circle into your forehead, then her hand returned to the bowl, "Mamochki," her thumb swirled over your left cheek, "I dragotsennogo zaychika ty budesh' nashim," and then repeated on the right.

(in the name of the father / mommy / and the precious bunny you will be ours.)

Wanda nearly snorted as the words translated in her mind, her wife always did have an odd sense of humor; you were likely none the wiser.

"Are you ready for more?" Natasha asked, and once you replied her pants were at her ankles. The redhead watched the way your eyes fell to her tented boxers instantaneously, "You see what you did to me bunny? It's aching, and the only remedy is to let me breed your pussy, ok?"

It was a risky game saying yes, you weren't on birth control, and though you wanted kids, you weren't exactly financially stable being on the road, but when you felt Wanda grip your hips a bit tighter, and saw the hopeful look in Nat's eyes you realized your life was about to change.

You nodded, but quickly fixed your mistake, "Please father, fill me up, make me pregnant."

"Oh bunny," Wanda coo'd as her arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace, "You're going to have to clean up the mess you made of mommy too," she swiftly shifted from behind you, and gently moved you to lie flat on the ground with her arms still around you. "Can you do that?"

"Of course," you beamed, a bit too excited for such a blessing. "Such a perfect gift you are." Wanda pecked your lips, then booped your nose, a soft moment before all the carnality.

Natasha cock sprung to life as she removed her boxers, she saw the way your eyes widened at her size, then she shifted her gaze as you did. The redhead began to lazily stroke herself as you both watched Wanda slip out of her dress.

"Wow," you gasped, both women chuckled as they took in your enamored features, "You're both so beautiful, a match made in heaven."

The irony of your words seemed to be lost on you in your dizzied state, but both women had to stifle a laugh. With how tonight's transpired, it's unlikely any of you are ever ascending.

"Have you seen yourself bunny?" Natasha spoke, "You've got to be like a fallen angel."

A warmth blossomed beneath your skin, and your bashful smile gave you away, you'd been well worked up as it was, but that did you in.

Within a moments time your brain further short circuited as the brunette straddled your chest, you internally cursed as you felt her wetness dripping down from the swell of your breasts. It was only turning you on more to know you caused any of this, and soon enough you moaned unabashedly as her aromatic arousal was pooling in the divots of your neck.

Wanda tutted as your hands tried to bring her closer, "Patience now bunny, I wanna see your pretty face first when daddy fills you up."

Natasha lined herself up with your hole, she slipped her tip in with ease, yet you clenched. The redhead groaned as you held her in a vice grip, with a harsh thrust of her hips half of her length was sheathed within you. Stretching your walls further than they’d ever been before, you moaned in a high pitch as her thick veins throbbed beneath the crushing pressure of your delighted pussy as you clenched.

Wanda’s legs were growing tired, as was her patience with the pit forming in her stomach, so without warning she slid down your chest and onto your agape mouth. She nearly fell forward as your screams echoed through her pussy, and sent shivers throughout her body.

Natasha had used the distraction of Wanda to fully pull out, then thrust back in until she was bottomed out. Wanda’s loud moan was simply an echo, her body a vessel for your pleasures release, letting Natasha know she was an expert at her craft, with her ego now doubled.

There was a cycle at play here, Wanda knew this very well, Natasha was staving off her release, but all the while ensuring that the both of you came, and well into the double digits.

Wanda was out of lives as you sucked her clit between your teeth harshly when her wife had slapped your clit with incredible force. The way you ate her out was different than she’d ever experienced before, it was a sloppy, tempered kinda carnal, it was so sensual, she could swear she was in Utopia, and she’d once thought she met God when she actually bagged Natasha.

Wanda surged forward, landing painfully onto the hardwood on her hands and knees due to the overstimulation. You barely had a chance to gulp down any air before Natasha was devouring your lips, her tongue greedily entering your mouth, lapping up her wife’s essence as she busts a nut without warning.

Her face falls into the crook of your neck with a pleasurable grimace, she was grunting hotly as she chased after her ever fleeting high, “Fuck!”Sounds reminiscent of a tidal wave could be heard between your legs as she desperately continued to fuck her seed into your womb.

“Oh bunny, daddy can’t wait to see your belly swell, pregnant with our kittens,” she was panting against your neck now as she built herself up to another fast approaching high. This time she completely stills as her orgasm paralyzes her with blinding pleasure, and you writhe as her seed instigates another big O.

Once she regains control of her body she jackhammers her hips into yours with no regard to your cries of anguish. “You’ll be an amazing mom Y/N, so good to all our babies,” she honestly whispered against your sweaty forehead as she laid a kiss there. Natasha had finally grown tired, pleased with her efficiency she finally allowed herself to rest atop of you, and stopped her attack on your sensitive pussy.

Wanda had already finished redressing by the time you and Natasha had finished recovering. Though her panties only grew wet as she watched the two of you beautifully fall apart. Once Natasha pulled out Wanda was kneeling at your side, her left hand cupped your face, while her other cupped your cunt. You hissed at the barest contact, whimpering, “no more,” as her fingers dipped inside, shoving back in the mixed arousal slowly oozing out of you.

Wanda didn’t want to hurt you, so she stopped after a few thrusts, scooping her fingers as she pulled out to bring the arousal to her mouth. You whimpered as she licked one of her digits clean, “Shh, mommy is gonna share bunny.” Wanda pressed her other finger passed your kiss swollen lips, leaving it there for you to suck on in a self soothing manner as she cleaned you up with a warm towel from the church kitchen.

You whined in subtle anguish, but you settled when she smiled at you with a tender gaze. In a haze of minutes for you, Wanda had redressed you and gotten you up onto at least your knees.

"Look at me bunny," Natasha cupped your cheek with a contrasting tenderness to every other touch she'd given you tonight, and she smiled just as tenderly when your hazy eyes lifted to meet hers, "Welcome to the church."

You snorted amusedly, "Thank you father,” your voice hoarse after the many harsh moans.

Natasha smirked down at you, the pad of her thumb ran over your lips, a soft gasp left her when you wrapped your lips around her digit, "Careful sweet girl, trust me, you can't handle another round tonight," her eyes darkened, and you were convinced of her terrifying honesty as you swallowed thickly and released her thumb.

"She's right detka," Wanda guided you to your feet, and kissed you with a natural smile, "Stick around town though, and I promise you we'll see to it that you're properly cared for by us."

"How so?" Wanda smiled, "In all the ways that matter, you could be ours, if you'd want that."

"But you have a date," Natasha reminded you, and you watched Wanda frown while still held tight in her embrace, "I-I was just kidding."

Wanda pressed her lips to your cheek, "That's so delightful to hear sweetheart, we aren't ones for sharing," leaving behind a smudge as she'd just freshly reapplied a layer of her lipstick.

Natasha reached for your hand next, so you extended yours to her, and she pulled you in for a far less tender kiss, but the way she cupped one half of your face told you she held you in an equally as tender regard as her wife.

"We'll see you next Sunday kotenok, drive safely, and don't forget to thank the Lord for all he's done for you in your nightly prayers," she softly pushed you passed the large oak doors, and you turned back to the happy couple with a smile that made their hearts flutter, "Thanks."

Wanda smiled warmly, "Pleasure was ours." Natasha winked at you, adorning that stupid smirk that made your core throb, you slowly wobbled your way back to your RV, a perfect reminder that you definitely did need to rest.

Wanda blew you a kiss, and watched with delight as every wall you had left crumbled as you dopily caught it. "I think I'm in love Natty."

The redhead turned away so she could lock up, "Mhm, she's a perfect fit for us, let's remember to thank God for divining us such a miracle,” suavely turning back around she sent a wink.

Wanda pressed her front into her wives, hands flat against her chest as she gazed up at her in wonder, "Do you think it worked?" Natasha's arms overlapped behind her wives lower back, her face contorted thoughtfully before she leant in to peck her alluring lips, "If it didn't, we'll make sure it does next time, she's ours now."

The couple shared a soft kiss, an excited smile worn on both their faces as they drove home. Soft tunes filled the air as they rode with the top of their mustang down, both women silent as they each dreamt up how to decorate the guest room. If all things worked out well, in a weeks time they hoped to be bringing you back with them, to the place you'll soon call home.

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lesbesapphic · 1 year ago

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Lavender Haze

A Roommate WandaNat x Reader au

Summary- You were in your freshmen year when Wanda and Natasha took an interest in you. Now in your junior year, you are their roommate but things aren't as simple as they seem.

Behind closed door, you become their plaything. Sometimes it works in your favor and sometimes it doesn't. Only time can tell if you will survive this toxic arrangement or not?

Warning - choking, humiliation, slapping, reader in trouble, wandanat are toxic as hell, they love reader in their own way but not much, dom/sub undertone etc

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You were sleeping peacefully in your bed, one leg draped over the big panda stuff toy you got yourself last summer. Wanda and Natasha had mocked you for it but you didn't care, the purpose of the toy was very clear, being squeezed to death. Every night when you had it in a suffocating grip or one leg draped over it as you drift to sleep, you would mentally flip a bird off to the couple with whom you shared this three bedroom duplex apartment.

"What the.." You panicked when you were lifted off from the bed and in the air, flaying your arms, you tried to find the ground, your toes brushing against it slightly. Before you could make much out of it, you were dragged outside and toward the kitchen, you knew it was Natasha and the glimpse of her red hair confirmed it. She had quite a habit of manhandling her way around you. They both do but Natasha was more efficient at it.

Your sleepy eyes caught the other half of the couple sitting on the kitchen stool, her fingers tapping against the screen of her phone. Natasha dropped you on the floor, not too gently. "Ow.. fuck yo-" Before you could even finish the sentence, the back of Wanda's hand collided with your cheek. Instantly tears welled up in your eyes, the sleep long gone.

"2." Wanda simply reminded you of the number of chances you have left before you get in serious trouble and you ignored the uneasy feeling that creeped up your stomach at the thought. Her weird rules about unnecessary swearing somehow only seemed to apply on you but not her own girlfriend who had a mouth of a sailor when she would be in her zone. Sometimes you wondered was it because of her frustration of not getting her way around Natasha that made her double down on you.

You ignored the strawberry blonde in front of you and took in the smell of cocoa in the kitchen, "What is it? Ooh pancakes- Ouch, Natty Please." You whimpered in pain when fingers tangled in your hair, tugging on the roots, you hand instantly wrapped around Natasha's trying to ease the tugging but your strength was nothing compared to hers.

"I came to make breakfast for your ungrateful little ass and look what I found!" Natasha turned your head toward the sink and you whimpered more at the sight of the dishes from last night than at the burning in your scalp. Natasha had told you to do the dishes and you had snapped at her, promising to do it later but you never got the time as Wanda had grabbed you to watch a movie, falling asleep there in her arm as she would massage your scalp. You wanted to blame Wanda but knowing that it would not only earn you a good smacking from Natasha but Wanda too.

"I am sorry. I will do it now." You pleaded hoping she would let go off your hair now but the woman hardly paid a heed to her grip, instead decided to reward you with a condescending look as she stared you down, "You lack too much of the cognitive ability to remember a simple task, Darling. I hardly doubt you have the motor coordination to perform it." Natasha mocked and Wanda snickered from behind you. You ignored the way your eyes started to tear up, hoping to hold it back before they could prey on it as well.

Natasha noticed the tears in your eyes and feigned a warm smile, slowly leaning in toward your ear, "For now, I will handle it and later you will pay me back by doing the only one thing you are good at." She pulled back and watched the look of embarrassment tinted with desire on your face, just as she expected. "A pretty little slut." Wanda chirped in and your face went a shade darker, you avoided Natasha's gaze when she chuckled at the remark made by her girlfriend.

"Go wash up and come eat breakfast." Natasha patted your cheek, gently urging you to listen and you nodded quickly, anything to get you away from the duo. You went to dash out of the kitchen but before you could make even three proper steps, a hand grabbed the collar of the hoodie you were wearing, pulling you almost over the counter, you almost choked on your own saliva, "Forgetting something?" Wanda asked, one of her sculpted eyebrows raised in question and you felt timid under her strong gaze before leaning in and placing a kiss on her cheek, earning a pleased smile from her that left you giddy. "Good. Now shoo." Wanda let go and you made your way out to the washroom.

You would always greet Wanda with a kiss on her cheek in the morning, it was sort of a part of your routine now and as well as Wanda's and God forbid if someone messes with her routine. It was a moment of affection that was not frowned upon by neither her girlfriend nor her. Never allowed to touch those lips though, you weren't complaining either. You were fine with how things were between the three of you.

You were in your first year when you met them in the orientation programme. They were your seniors and after hanging out a few times, they offered to share their place with you when they learned that you were looking for a place to rent. Except they refused to take the rent as the place was owned by Natasha. Every month, it would take a whole lot of begging just to get them to take your share of the rent. It was a nice place. You had your own room. Your own space that they rarely invaded. You didn't exactly recall when you became a part of their arrangement, but it happened after a few months of you moving in with them.

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You walked back into the kitchen, Natasha was working on her laptop in front of Wanda, while she talked to her about some upcoming event in her department. For a moment you stayed in the doorway, not sure if Natasha was still annoyed at you. Wanda patted the stool next to her when she noticed your presence and you instantly made your way over there, your eyes fixated on the plate of pancakes in front of you.

You let out a groan, the first bite melting in your mouth and you couldn't help but do your little dance at the sight of the three more pancake stacked in your plate, you couldn't wait to devour them all. From the corner of your eye, you could see Wanda looking at you but your focus remained on the cakes, "This is really good." You told Natasha, never failing to complement her cooking and she gave you a soft smile before replying to Wanda's question. They were talking about the upcoming fests in the college, being part of various clubs they had been pretty busy. You didn't care much about it and focused on your breakfast.

You were putting some orange juice in your glass while taking a bite of the pancake but the jug bumped into the glass, not expecting the jug to be heavy and you watched as the glass started wobbling a little before falling in your lap. "Oh shoot." You panicked at the dark spot forming on the white hoodie, your eyes widen in fear when you realised that it belonged to none other than Natasha. Wanda instantly took the jug from your hand before you could make any more of a mess. "Y/N!" Wanda grabbed some tissues trying to soak up the spilled juice and you stood there in fear and it was proven right when Natasha's hand grabbed you by your ear harshly, "Didn't I tell you that you can't eat in my clothes?" Natasha asked, her eyes flaring with aggrevation and you winced closing your eyes both at the pain and as well as her expression.

"I-I would have worn something else but you woke me-"

"Oh so now it is my fault?" She twisted your ear a little more while simultaneously pulling you up along and you stood on your tippy toes to avoid the pain. "Answer her, silly." Wanda's words broke the silence as she threw the dirty tissues on the slab. "I should have made her clean it with her tongue." Natasha twisted your ear one last time before letting go of it with a push.

Your hand instantly shot up to rub the pain away with tears once again welling up in your eyes, the morning kept getting worse for you,"That would have definitely work with her." Wanda agreed as she swatted her hand away from your ear, giving you a pointed look which turned into a sadistic one as she took notice of the teary eyed look on your face. Things would take such fast turns whenever you were with them. One moment it would be peaceful and the next they would be pouncing on you about something.

"Off." Natasha gave out her command and you slowly fiddled with the hem of the hoodie, knowing very well that she would not even allow you the privilege of going to your room and changing. "Now." Wanda reinforced her order and your hands pushed the soft yet wet material off yourself, instantly goosebumps raising on your skin.

Natasha took the material from your hand, "You are not allowed to wear anything till Monday. You can stay like this only." She told you sternly and you opened your mouth to protest, "But I am sorry Natty, I really didn't mean to. I change out of it before breakfast everyday!" You whined at her declaration and gulped when the two of them raised one of their eyebrows at the same time.

They both sometimes subconsciously seem to mimic each other's action and you wanted anything but have the attention of the duo in a negative sense like that, any other day you would love to have them dotting on you.

"Don't you think your mouth is running a little too much today?" Wanda asked harshly, her hand grabbing your cheeks in a vice grip and you struggled to get out of her reach. "I-I am sorry!" You pleaded through your teary eyes and Wanda let go of your cheeks and moved onto your neck, "Apologise to her." She turned your head towards Natasha and you felt your cheeks reddened at the way you were getting treated. You didn't dare to complain about it, knowing that your ass was on line.

"I am sorry, Natasha..Please forgive me." You apologised hoping she would change her mind. She couldn't be serious about something like that but then again it wasn't the first time she had come up with something outrageous to punish you.

Natasha hummed in acknowledgement, you could tell she was still upset as she sighed, "Not until Monday. I don't want any whining from you. You don't deserve this privilege until you learn some etiquettes." She further added and you nodded quietly watching as she left the room to wash the clothing, leaving you alone with her strawberry blonde counterpart.

"It's you own fault." Wanda drawled after observing you from her position on the stool for a while and you wanted to snap at her and let her know that you already know but decided otherwise knowing she would jump at the opportunity to punish you some more.

"I know." You muttered successfully holding back the sass from your statement and Wanda stared at you for a few second, trying to figure out if you were being sassy or genuine. Her eyes ran down your body, deciding whether you were worthy enough for attention or not.

"You will catch a cold if you keep wearing this." Wanda's finger hooked onto the strap of your bra pulling it a little before letting it snap on your shoulder, making you wince at the sharp sting causing a satisfactory smile on her lips.

"It's not wet." You pushed her hand away a little harsher than necessary and Wanda instantly took notice of the fact. "Huh." She let out a scoff, probably at your audacity and you watched in shock as she picked up the almost empty glass of your orange juice and tipped it down on your chest. "What the..Wanda.." You tried pulling away but her other hand held in your place, halting your movement, all you could do was squirm at the feeling of the liquid dripping down your chest, your nipples hardening by the cold temperature of the liquid.

"Is it wet enough for you?" She asked over her shoulder as she turn to place the glass away, not wanting to risk another damage perhaps. "Off." The familiar order hit you again and you took a sharp inhale, feeling a wave of arousal mixed with fear hitting your senses at her tone.

You got a moment to yourself when Natasha came back in the kitchen, her eyes falling to your wet chest a little confused but one glance at Wanda whose eyes were clouded with lust, her own expression turned into a familiar one. "Do we need to repeat everything today?" Wanda asked, using her sharp nails to turn your face toward her. "You are really getting on my nerves, Detka."

When you realised that your pleading would only fall to deaf ears, you reached back with your hands to slowly unclasp your bra, your bare chest presented to their hungry gaze. "Much better.. isn't?" Wanda asked and you looked up at her, the feeling of humiliation turning your your cheeks a bright shade of red.

"It is." Natasha answered while, her gaze fixated on your bare chest. You reached forward to cover your body but she grabbed your hands and pulled you closer, your upper half colliding with her covered body but you made sure to not stay touching with her not wanting to ruin any more of her clothes and face her wrath, although a part of you wanted to move closer to the warmth of her body.

You started into Natasha's eyes when you suddenly felt Wanda behind you, effectively trapping you between the duo. You felt much smaller next to them especially when you had literally no clothes on compared to them. "Let me go." You whispered softly but Natasha chose to ignore it as she leaned forward a bit, "Do you really want that?" She asked, her finger lightly tracing down your cheek to jaw which you immediately clenched when Wanda's hand cupped your breast, softly squeezing the flesh.

When Natasha started leaning in more, you closed your eyes thinking she was going to kiss you but it never occurred as she kissed Wanda whose head was next to you and you didn't understand the unfamiliar emotion that hit you. Of course she wasn't going to kiss you. They have never kissed you. Before you could ponder more on the thought, it vanished the moment Wanda pinched your nipple and you let out a whimper which was covered by Wanda's moan to Natasha's kiss.

Natasha's hand grabbed you by your hip to turn you around while she continued kissing Wanda, the sight had you mesmerized to even care about how they were again manhandling their way around you. Now you were looking up at Wanda who had her eyes closed as Natasha devoured her lips. You shuddered at the chill going up your spine. Natasha's hand started playing with your chest. "N-Nat.." You moaned softly only for it to become a whimper when she squeezed your hardened nub.

"Shh." Wanda pushed her finger on your lips, quietening you as Natasha moved to her neck. It made you feel small. Insignificant in their whole dynamic but once again you hardly had time to process the emotion as Natasha pushed Wanda back on the stool to sit. Her whole neck was covered with bite marks. Some of them were freshly made by Natasha while others were fading away, You have never seen Wanda without them. Natasha had always been on the rougher side between the two of them. More territorial.

It reminded you of the time when you had accidentally in your lust bitten Wanda too hard, creating a similar mark which Natasha hadn't appreciated at all. All week Natasha had been so rough with you, Wanda had also notice that and took special care of you that week. It was perhaps the first time you had witnessed the softer side of Wanda, maybe that was the reason you had more of an inclination toward her than Natasha.

"Gorgeous.. isn't she?" Natasha whispered in your ear, one of her hand placed on your neck, her fingers holding your head in place to look at Wanda. Her other arm was wrapped around your waist, completely trapping you against her warm body.

You slowly nodded your head as much as her hold allowed it. Wanda's cheeks were flushed, she was staring into Natasha's eyes and you felt as if you were a mere spectator of the show rather than a part. "Why don't we put that tongue to a better use? Huh?" Natasha asked or more like stated and before you could even make up your mind, she pushed you down on your knees in front of Wanda, putting your hand on Wanda's shorts before moving her hands to her body.

You looked up at Wanda for permission and she raised her hips, letting you slide the material down her smooth thighs, you abandoned the clothing and ran your hand up her calves to her thigh that convulsed under the touch. Wanda instantly moved her hand into your hair, her grip tight, tugging on your roots. You started at her for a moment and the realisation of how stunning she was hit you again. She was an epitome of elegance despite of being in such provacating position, she still held the gracefulness of a Queen.

"Play nicely." Natasha whispered to her and her grip eased at little and you were glad for it, no way you could please her with her tight hold on you. She placed her foot on your shoulder and your eyes met her, you knew what she wanted and never the one to deny her , you started placing kisses up her calf muscles, slowly sucking the skin while making sure to not leave a single mark for Natasha to find out later, you moved upward, worshipping every inch of her just as she desired.

You finally came close to her wet center, the sight had you dripping in your own panties. You slowly started placing kisses on her inner thigh and around her pussy but never where she needed you the most. Wanda's nail dug into your scalp and you winced at the pain, you could feel Natasha's leg on your back as she went closer to Wanda effectively muffling her whine with her lips. You would have teased her a bit more but Natasha's hand forced your head in and the last thing you wanted was to piss her off some more.

You parted Wanda's thighs a bit more and licked your way up her folds and was rewarded with more of juice that gushed out of her, groaning in pleasure when you heard her let out a muffled moan of your name, you placed your lips on the bundle of nerves where she needed you and started toying with it. Your teeth lightly grazing it before sucking. Her thighs started convulsing and you moved two of your fingers to her entrance, slowly sliding them in, the wetness allowing you in with ease. You started moving you fingers while your tongue moved around clit, sucking and nibbling here and there just how you learned it from her girlfriend.

It wasn't long until Wanda had your head crushed between her thighs as you pushed her over the edge, while she used your face to ride out her orgasm pulling Natasha in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around the redhead's neck, she hardly cared about the pain when she bit her lip, it only seemed to enhance her high. "N-Natasha.." She gasped for air when her girlfriend pulled away.

You could finally breathe when Wanda let go of you, your cheeks and mouth was covered in her juices and you licked your lip, slowly tasting her, it made you thirsty for more before you could lean in again to satisfy your thirst, Natasha's hand curled around your hair pulling you back up on your feet. "Let me have a taste as well." You assumed that she would be going down on Wanda again but what she did was unexpected for you as well as Wanda who was staring at you.

Natasha pulled you up to her lips with her hand that was still in your hair and you instantly got on your toes to ease the pain, her tongue licking her way from your jaw to your mouth before finally placing her lips on yours. Your eyes widen and you let out a small gasp that was enough for Natasha to slide her tongue in, you hardly knew what was happening before she pulled away with a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

"So heavenly." She turned to look at Wanda whose face was still flushed but held an emotion you couldn't separate from the lust on her face. "Why don't we take it back upstairs?" Wanda asked, her breathing and her both in control now. She glanced over at you, a predatory smile falling on her luscious lips at your still surprised look, clouded with arousal.

"I thought you wouldn't ask after the number she did on you." Natasha stared into your eyes while her hand that held your neck moved to your jaw, her thumb tracing your lips that were swollen from her biting before sliding it in your mouth. You wrapped your lips around it, your tongue playing around her thumb as she pushed it deeper. You allowed her. Anything to get back on her good list.

"Why don't you care more about what I am going to do with you than what she has done on me?" Wanda asked in a sultry tone as she gracefully got off the stool and out of her shorts, her tshirt coming down to her mid thighs covering her up. Natasha's thumb stopped pushing in and she let out a raspy laugh, turning slightly to look at Wanda.

"Oh really?"

"Really." Wanda traced her fingers up Natasha's arm. "We can just throw a vibe in her and see how long she can last.. while we talk 'business'?" Wanda suggested and you whimpered around the thumb in your mouth at the thought. Business. That was what they used to tell you when they would spend the whole day in their bedroom. That was before, when you weren't a part of their little game.

"Sounds perfect. Doesn't it Y/N/N?" They both chuckled when you shook your head at Natasha's question to you as if your opinion mattered to them. As if it has ever mattered to them. "How cute." Wanda removed Natasha's hand from your mouth and she slowly traced her fingers down your hair, pushing them forward, the hair strands touched your sensitive nipples.

"Do you think I have forgotten about the little tease you were being earlier?" She asked while a faux sweet smile remained on her lips and you gulped softly, shaking your head 'no' when she raised an eyebrow and she gave you a full smile, patting your cheek not so gently but each touch only seemed to fuel the fire within you. "Good-" She was about to say something when Natasha cut her off with a glint in her eyes that sent a shiver down your spine.

"I have a better idea."

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To be continued.

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A New World

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff xchild!reader

Note: I don't even know what to call this POV lol.

Summary: Wanda and Natasha received their first foster placements

in the sixteen candles universe available on a03

As they stood on the doorstep of their new home, hearts pounding, hands shaking, and broad smiles, Natasha and Wanda could hardly contain the overwhelming mix of nerves and excitement coursing through their veins. They were becoming first-time foster parents. They had gone through all of the classes. Signed all of the paperwork. Prepared their friends for the change. It was now or never.

The daylight was waning, and the sun veiled behind gathering clouds, signaling the coming onset of nightfall. Merely an hour before the present moment, Wanda had received a phone call. She’d been finishing up with the dishes when her phone rang. Her heart leaped when she realized who it was. It was quick and short but informative. Two young girls, fourteen and eight years old. They needed immediate placement and a place to sleep for the night. So she and Natasha got to work fixing up both bedrooms. Fresh blankets, new pillows, and a stuffed animal for both of them.

Now they are here, standing in the open doorway, ready and willing to make it work.

“Hello,” Janice Walker, the social worker waved from the Blue Honda Accord. There’s a slight chill and Wanda wrapped her shawl around herself a bit more.

The older girl stepped out of the car first, hiding her face under the hood of her jacket. She seemed cautious, taking careful steps as if feeling out of the unfamiliar place. Her body language showed she was holding back, maybe protecting herself from the newness around her.

She was followed by a much younger child. She turned to help her younger sibling, extending a hand in a gesture of support. The younger girl, wrapped in a vibrant pink and white puffer jacket that seemed a tad too big for her, emerged hesitantly, almost appearing smaller than her actual age.

With a gentle smile, the older sister offered reassurance, speaking softly to encourage her younger companion. As she assisted her sibling, she seemed to exude a sense of protectiveness, guiding her with careful attention, mindful of the uncertainties that might be overwhelming the younger girl.

The contrast between the two was striking—the older sister, having a poised demeanor despite her evident wariness, and the younger one, clad in a jacket that could easily engulf her petite frame, radiating an air of youthful innocence mixed with a touch of trepidation.

As the siblings approached, Natasha's heart fluttered with a mix of nerves and excitement. She couldn't help but feel a rush of anticipation coupled with a touch of anxiety. Seeing the two girls, she reminded herself to maintain a welcoming demeanor, despite the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her.

Her hands clasped lightly in front of her, Natasha felt a surge of nervous energy coursing through her veins. A smile graced her lips, although a tad strained as she willed herself to appear approachable. Her gaze flitted between the girls, noting their body language and expressions, trying to gauge their feelings without invading their privacy.

Despite her inner jitters, Natasha knew this moment was pivotal—for the girls, for Wanda, and for herself. She took a steadying breath, silently encouraging herself to remain calm and open-hearted, ready to welcome the newcomers into their home with warmth and understanding.

"Hello, Natasha and Wanda," Janice greeted warmly as she approached, her eyes shifting toward the two girls standing nearby. "This is Faith," she said, gesturing to the older girl, "y/n," she continued, indicating the younger one.

Faith, with a hint of guardedness in her expression, offered a reserved nod in acknowledgment.

Beside Faith, the younger girl stood, her eyes wide with a blend of curiosity and shyness. Her gaze darted between the adults, and a hesitant but sweet smile played on her lips. Her demeanor oozed a sense of innocence and eagerness to explore this new environment.

Janice's warm introduction seemed to ease the tension slightly. "These two have been through a lot," she mentioned softly, her gaze shifting between the girls and Natasha and Wanda. "But I believe they'll find comfort and care here with you both."

Natasha and Wanda exchanged glances, their expressions filled with empathy and determination. They offered reassuring smiles to Faith and Y/N, silently communicating their readiness to support and welcome the girls into their home.

"Hey there, Faith and Y/n," Wanda greeted warmly, taking a step closer with a welcoming smile. "Come on in, guys. We're so glad you're here." Her voice held a gentle tone, an attempt to ease the girls' nerves.

As Wanda gestured towards the open door, Y/n instinctively clasped her sister's hand tighter, seeking reassurance in this new and unfamiliar setting. Faith, observing her younger sister's apprehension, squeezed her hand gently, silently conveying support and solidarity.

"Make yourselves at home," Wanda continued, her tone soft and inviting. "We've got your rooms all set up and cozy. Would you like a little tour?" she offered, hoping to make the transition smoother for the girls.

Faith nodded her permission. Seems she spoke for both of them. Wanda led the way, offering a tour of the house while Natasha followed closely, ready to support and assist in any way possible.

Janice and Natasha hung back slightly, allowing the girls some space to acclimate. Janice, carrying their bags, turned to Natasha with a grateful smile.

"Thank you all for stepping up on such short notice," Janice expressed warmly, her gaze flickering toward the two girls. "They’re great kids, truly. Their last foster home just didn’t work out," she mentioned.

Observing the little one clasping her sister's hand tightly, Natasha couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy. She nodded in response to Janice's introduction, silently acknowledging the significance of this moment for Faith and Y/n.

As they lingered at a distance, Natasha's heart swelled with admiration for Wanda's kindness towards the girls. There was a warmth in her heart as she watched Wanda guiding them through the house, instantly feeling a connection growing within her.

As the tour wound down and Janice prepared to take her leave, Natasha noticed Y/N had strayed from the group, captivated by an intricately designed elephant statue displayed in the foyer. Smiling warmly, Natasha approached, intending to strike up a conversation about the statue.

However, before Natasha could say a word, Faith swiftly appeared and grasped Y/N's hand firmly, chiding her in a hushed tone for touching things.

“Don’t you know better than that?”Faith mumbled through gritted teeth. Y/N's expression shifted instantly, her face morphing into a pout, as she looked down, clearly upset by her sister's reprimand.

Natasha paused, recognizing the delicate balance between the sisters. She offered a gentle smile, trying to diffuse the tension. "It's okay, sweetheart," she reassured Y/n softly, her tone warm and understanding. "This elephant statue is pretty cool, isn't it?"

Y/n glanced up, her pout softening at Natasha's kind words, but Faith's protective stance remained unwavering. Natasha nodded at Faith with an understanding smile, acknowledging her concern for Y/N's curiosity while subtly trying to create a welcoming atmosphere for both girls in their new home.

"Y/n, answer her," Faith gently urged, nudging her sister slightly towards Natasha. Y/n, with a shy glance at Natasha, simply nodded in response to her question about the statue. Natasha's heart warmed at the acknowledgment, appreciating the silent connection forming between them.

As this interaction unfolded, Wanda, noticing the budding connection between Natasha, Y/N, and Faith, joined them, standing by their side.

Faith took a deep breath, her demeanor softening slightly. "Thank you," she said, her voice filled with genuine gratitude. "For letting us stay here," she added, a touch of vulnerability underlying her words as she expressed her appreciation for Natasha and Wanda's hospitality. “I promise I’ll keep y/n in line. She’s just curious that’s all.”

Wanda, with a reassuring smile, responded warmly, "Curiosity is great, Faith. We encourage it around here. No need to worry. We're here to help both of you settle in comfortably."

As the conversation continued, Wanda's attention shifted slightly, noticing Faith's piercing brown eyes. There was an uncanny resemblance between the sisters despite their age difference. Their facial features, the way they held themselves, spoke of a strong bond, almost making them look like clones of each other.

"Hey, guys, are you hungry?" Natasha asked, her tone gentle and inviting.

Faith replied almost immediately, "No, we're good, thank you," a touch too quickly, almost as if trying to protect her younger sister from being put in an uncomfortable situation.

Noticing Y/n glance over at her sister before responding, Natasha couldn't help but wonder. "What about you, sweetie?" she asked, directing her attention to Y/n, who remained silent, her gaze shifting back to Faith.

As Y/n stayed quiet, Natasha pondered whether the little one could speak. She considered the possibility that Y/n might be feeling shy or uncertain in this new environment.

"Alright, well, dinner will be arriving soon. We thought pizza might be a safe choice for tonight," Natasha chimed in, trying to keep the conversation light and easy.

Wanda then stepped in, offering to guide the girls to their bedrooms. "Let's get you settled in. We have two bedrooms here. Faith, yours is this way," she said, leading the way towards Faith's room.

As they entered Faith's room, Wanda gestured around, showcasing the space. "Here's your room, Faith. It's already pretty well set up," she mentioned, offering a reassuring smile. "But feel free to decorate it however you'd like. We want you to feel at home here."

Faith nodded in acknowledgment, her eyes scanning the room as she took in the possibilities of making it her own space. There was a faint hint of gratitude in her expression as she processed Wanda's words.

"Y/N, let's head to your room next," Wanda said warmly, leading the way towards the second bedroom. It was just one door down from Faith’s. Y/n followed with a mix of curiosity and anticipation, her eyes filled with wonder as they entered her designated space.

Once inside, Y/n's room mirrored Faith's, adorned with a desk, chairs, and a slightly smaller bed. However, one unique item captured Y/n's attention immediately—a hand-knitted purple elephant wearing a charming dress, placed lovingly on the bed. It was a one-of-a-kind creation, clearly made with care and creativity.

Y/n's face lit up with pure joy at the sight of the knitted elephant. Her eyes sparkled, revealing her deep affection for elephants. It was a moment of realization for Natasha and Wanda—they had discovered Y/n's love for these majestic creatures.

"Do you like elephants, Y/n?" Natasha asked gently, trying to engage with her.

Y/n's lips curved into a wide grin, nodding enthusiastically.

"What are you going to name her?" Wanda asked, noticing Y/n's affection for the knitted creation.

With a playful twinkle in her eyes, Y/n giggled and gave the elephant a cutesy, silly name, her joy evident in her voice. “Ellie McSnuffles,” She named her. It was the first time she spoke, her voice soft and filled with excitement.

“That’s a lovely name,” Natasha complimented. Y/n’s smile grew even wider.

After Y/N's joyful interaction with "Ellie McSnuffles," Faith, sensing her sister's happiness, softly requested, "Can I have a moment alone with Y/n, please?"

Recognizing the importance of sibling privacy and bonding, Natasha and Wanda exchanged a knowing glance, understanding the significance of this request. They nodded in unison, respecting Faith's wish.

"Of course," Wanda replied gently, gesturing for Natasha to follow her out of the room. "We'll be right outside if you need anything." With a reassuring smile, Natasha closed the door behind them, allowing Faith and Y/N the space they requested.

As Natasha and Wanda made their way from the bedrooms towards the kitchen, a surge of excitement bubbled between them, evident in their expressions and animated gestures.

"I think they're really going to fit in well here," Wanda remarked, a touch of enthusiasm in her voice.

Natasha nodded, her eyes bright with anticipation. "Did you see the way Y/n lit up with that elephant? And Faith's protective instinct? They're both so unique."

"They definitely have a strong bond," Wanda observed, smiling at the thought. "And Y/n, she's got such a sweet demeanor. It's like she's trying to take everything in without saying much."

"Faith seems so responsible for her age," Natasha added, reflecting on their initial interactions.

“She does,” Wanda nodded in agreement. They were so excited for the adventures to come.

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An hour later, Wanda was in the middle of making a salad when she sensed someone's presence nearby. Glancing up, she spotted Y/N peeking around the corner, her curious eyes fixated on the kitchen activities.

"Hey there, Y/n," Wanda greeted warmly, setting down the salad tongs. "Do you want to come and see what I'm making?" she asked, offering a friendly smile.

Y/n hesitated for a moment before slowly stepping closer, her eyes alternating between Wanda and the salad. Encouraged by Wanda's welcoming demeanor, Y/n approached, inching closer to the counter. As she walked over, Wanda couldn't help but notice the details of Y/n's outfit. She sported a bright yellow t-shirt featuring the beloved cartoon character Bluey, though the shirt showed signs of wear and tear from being a favorite piece of clothing. Her jeans were slightly oversized, dragging a bit on the floor, indicating they were a touch too long for her. However, it was her adorable pink socks that caught Wanda's attention—they were clean, neatly worn, and undeniably cute.

"You like Bluey?" Wanda asked with a smile, gesturing towards the character on Y/N's shirt.

Y/n's face lit up, nodding enthusiastically as she glanced down at her shirt. She seemed happy to talk about her favorite character, a hint of excitement shining through her shy demeanor.

"Come on over, it's okay," Wanda reassured her, patting the stool next to her at the counter.

Y/n hesitated briefly, then cautiously climbed onto the stool next to Wanda, her feet barely reaching the footrest. Wanda chuckled, noticing Y/n's small stature compared to the counter's height.

"Looks like these chairs are a bit too tall for you, huh?" Wanda remarked, smiling sympathetically at Y/n. "Maybe I should get some shorter stools so you can see better."

Y/n nodded shyly, her eyes widening with a mixture of curiosity and gratitude as she observed Wanda's salad-making process. It was a subtle interaction, but it marked another step toward Y/n feeling more at ease in her new surroundings.

Natasha stepped into the kitchen with a few boxes of pizza, pleasantly surpised to find Y/n sitting at the counter. She glanced at Wanda and they shared a secret smile.

"Hey, Natasha, mind grabbing the cutting board and starting on those cucumbers?" Wanda called out, dividing tasks while preparing the salad.

Natasha nodded as she reached for the cutting board and began slicing the cucumbers. She worked swiftly and efficiently, enjoying the kitchen activity.

Meanwhile, Y/n, eager to lend a hand, had been observing closely. Wanda noticed her enthusiasm and decided to involve her in the salad preparation.

"Y/n, would you like to help me wash the tomatoes?" Wanda asked, gesturing toward the fresh tomatoes arranged nearby.

Y/n’s eyes lit up with excitement at the opportunity. She nodded eagerly, a sweet grin spreading across her face as she approached the sink where Wanda had set up the bowl of tomatoes to be washed.

"Great! Just take each tomato, rinse it under the water, and put it in this bowl," Wanda instructed, showing Y/n the process with a warm and encouraging tone.

Y/n nodded enthusiastically, taking each tomato with care and delightfully rinsing them under the water, her small hands working diligently to help with the task. The simple act of being included and given a task made her feel valued and part of the kitchen activity, contributing to the warm and welcoming atmosphere.

As Y/n busily washed the tomatoes, a droplet of water splashed onto her t-shirt, staining it slightly. The mishap caused her to freeze, her eyes welling up with tears, and a sense of distress evident on her face.

Wanda noticed Y/N's reaction and quickly approached her side. "Hey, it's alright. Accidents happen," she said, gently inspecting the small water spot on Y/N's shirt. "It's just a little water, we can dry it up in no time, y/n."

Y/N's lower lip quivered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears as she tried to fight back the emotions welling up inside her.

Wanda noticed Y/N's distress and knelt down to her level, offering reassurance. "Sweetheart, what's wrong? Are you upset about the water?" she asked softly, trying to understand Y/N's feelings.

Y/N shook her head, a pout forming on her lips, but her voice barely audible as she whispered, "I don't like that name."

Confused, Wanda gently prompted her, "What name, honey?"

"My name," Y/N murmured, barely audible, her voice trembling with vulnerability. "I don’t like it.”

“Well, is there something else you would like to be called?” Wanda tilted her head.

I like the name Bunny, but my sister thinks it's silly," she confessed, her voice tinged with a mix of sadness and disappointment.

At that moment, Natasha, who had been quietly observing, stepped closer, offering her support. "Bunny's a great name," she said with a warm smile, trying to uplift Y/N's spirits. "It's not silly at all."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, a glimmer of relief shining through. Natasha's encouraging words seemed to ease her distress, allowing her to express herself more freely. It was a small yet meaningful exchange, affirming Y/N's feelings and preferences in a safe and supportive environment.

In a quick flurry of movement, Faith hurried into the kitchen, her eyes scanning the room until they found her younger sister, Y/N, standing by the sink with Wanda and Natasha. The sight of a small water spot on Y/N's shirt made her tense for a moment, but she could see her sister was safe and unharmed.

"Y/N, what happened?" Faith asked, her voice tinged with concern, a hint of her protective nature surfacing. “You were supposed to be using the bathroom.”

Before Bunny could respond, she dashed over to Faith and enveloped her in a tight hug, her eyes shimmering with apologies. "I'm sorry, I got your shirt wet," Bunny murmured, a tone of regret in her voice.

"It's okay, it's just water," Faith reassured Bunny, gently patting her back. She softened her demeanor, understanding her sister's worry and quickly reassuring her that everything was alright. “I apologize. She was supposed to be in the restroom.” She looked between the two older women.

"Faith, it's okay. She wasn’t a bother," Natasha reassured gently, noticing Faith's protective stance over her sister.

Faith glanced at Natasha, her expression a mix of apology and determination. "I'm sorry. I just… we won’t bother you," she responded, her voice carrying a weight of responsibility.

Natasha placed a comforting hand on Faith's shoulder. "We understand. But you know, this is your house too. You're free to go anywhere you want here," she said, trying to ease Faith's worries.

Wanda chimed in, offering support. "Absolutely. It's your home now, and you can explore and be wherever you feel comfortable."

"Plus, it's dinnertime," Natasha added cheerfully, trying to lighten the mood. "Shall we all gather around the table? Pizza's waiting."

The invitation to dinner seemed to alleviate the tension. Faith took Bunny’s hand and they made their way to their dinner table. As they settled in, the atmosphere became more relaxed, fostering a sense of togetherness and acceptance within the newly formed family.

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Bunny sat at the dining table, her feet happily swinging back and forth under the chair as she eagerly bit into her slice of pizza. However, before taking a bite, she meticulously picked off all the pepperoni, a smile of satisfaction spreading across her face once the task was complete.

Meanwhile, as the dinner conversation flowed, Faith hesitantly posed a question that caught both Natasha and Wanda by surprise.

"Are you two legally married?" Faith asked, her curiosity evident, yet her tone respectful.

"Actually, yes," Natasha replied gently, her voice carrying a sense of warmth. "We've been legally married for a year now."

Her response seemed to catch Faith off guard, and for a moment, she appeared surprised but intrigued by the revelation.

"Wow, really?" Faith responded, her curiosity piqued. "I've never been around a married couple like you before."

Natasha and Wanda shared a glance, sensing Faith's genuine curiosity and desire to understand.

"It's different for everyone," Wanda explained, choosing her words thoughtfully. "Marriage can look different for different people, but what matters most is the love and commitment we have for each other."

As dinner progressed Bunny, tugged at Faith's shirt, whispering in a soft voice, "Do they have wedding photos?"

Faith hesitated, feeling a bit unsure about asking, but seeing the eagerness in her sister's eyes, she mustered the courage and addressed Natasha and Wanda, "Um, do you... have wedding photos?"

There was a moment of quiet between them, sensing Faith's hesitancy, but Natasha smiled warmly, understanding the significance of the request.

"We do have some wedding photos," Natasha responded kindly, noticing the genuine curiosity in Bunny's eyes. "I'll show you later, okay?"

Bunny's face lit up with excitement at the promise, and she nodded, a smile spreading across her face. Faith offered a small but appreciative smile, grateful for Natasha's understanding and willingness to fulfill her sister's curiosity.

Now that she was satisfied, Bunny gently tugged at Faith's shirt once more, whispering with curiosity in her eyes, "What are the house rules?"

Faith glanced at her sister, understanding the significance of knowing the rules in their new home. She turned to Natasha and Wanda and gently asked, "What are the rules in the house?"

Natasha and Wanda exchanged a knowing glance, recognizing the importance of establishing a sense of structure and comfort for the girls.

"Well, there are a few basic rules," Natasha began, smiling warmly at the sisters. "Firstly, be safe, always. That's the most important thing."

"Then, be kind to each other," Wanda added, her voice gentle yet firm. "And be respectful, not just to us but to each other and yourself."

"Tell the truth," Natasha continued, emphasizing honesty. "It's essential for trust and understanding."

They paused, considering additional rules that would create a safe and nurturing environment for the girls.

"Also, for screen time, it's best to be in areas where an adult is present," Wanda suggested. "Though we can be flexible with that, especially for you, Faith, since you're older."

"Respecting each other's space and belongings is important too," Natasha chimed in, encouraging the girls to understand boundaries.

Faith nodded, taking in the rules, while Y/N listened attentively, absorbing the guidelines for their new home.

"Also," Natasha added after outlining the house rules, "if you have any requests for groceries, questions, or anything you need, you can come to us anytime. We're here to help."

Her words were sincere, aiming to make the girls feel comfortable and supported in their new home. Natasha and Wanda wanted to ensure Faith and Y/N knew they could approach them with anything on their minds, whether it was about groceries, daily needs, or simply wanting to talk.

"Thank you," Faith expressed with a genuine smile, acknowledging Natasha and Wanda's openness.

Bunny, a bit more softly and with a shy demeanor, echoed her sister, "Thank you," her voice barely audible, yet filled with gratitude for the reassurance and acceptance offered by their new guardians.

----> next part

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goldenempyrean · 1 year ago

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Twinkling

« Day 15: Fairy Lights »

« Pairing: WandaNat »

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“You don’t get it Nat, the lights are what makes it christmas! It’s the one thing I love every year, they’re special!” Is what the feverish witch had yelled - well, croaked to be more accurate - earlier in response when Nat had put her foot down and decided neither of them would be attending the city’s national light switch on event.

Natasha hadn’t said it to cruel or unfair, she did have a point. Wanda was sick. Way too sick to be stood around shivering in the cold, even if she’d worn a coat, the icy bite in the wind would’ve been sure to have left her with the chills. Still, the watery tears that had slipped helplessly down her wife’s flushed red cheeks at the news had made her feel horribly guilty at her decision. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been looking forward to it too, the whole team usually met up. It was always a good night but she simply knew that Wanda would’ve gotten herself 10x sicker in the process.

Wanda hadn’t been said much after that, she simply wiped her tears and taken herself back to their bedroom, shutting the door behind her with a slam louder than necessary - a clear sign she wasn’t in the mood to simply talk things over.

As Natasha stood alone in the dimly lit living room, she couldn't shake off the weight of Wanda's disappointment. She knew it was probably the fever heightening her emotions but the way her bottom lip had wobbled as she tried not to cry at the news had her heart torn into bits. She could’ve leave it like this.

For now though, she gave Wanda space. Fighting back the urge to slip into their bedroom and hold her through the tears. Instead Natasha quietly slid past the room, being mindful of the creaking floorboards that threatened to give away her plan and headed up towards their attic.

Creeping open the attic door, the smell of dry air and dust make her cough instinctively as she crept inside. It was a little dark but it wasn’t hard to spot the piles of boxes in one of the corners. Wiping the settled dust from the top of one, she read the label scribbled on in black sharpie, “Christmas Decoration’s.”

“There we go.” Natasha whispered to herself, as her vision began to slowly come into plan.

She continued to open up the several boxes, searching around in them to grab exactly what she wanted and in the end she was left with countless strings of wire and bulbs.

Back downstairs, she looked around the toom with determined eyes and a softened resolve.!Natasha began draping the twinkling lights around the living room. She carefully wove them through the bookshelves, wrapped them gently around the framed photos on the walls, and adorned the windows with a warm, festive glow.

As each strand illuminated, Natasha couldn't help but smile, imagining the joy it would bring to Wanda. The room slowly began to transform from it’s somber atmosphere into a magical haven of twinkling multicoloured lights, creating dancing shadows and sparkling glows on the walls.

She even took extra care to fashion a cozy nook in their favorite corner, entwining the lights around their shared armchair. The room was now a symphony of colors and warmth. Everything looked perfect and Natasha found herself taking a step back, resting her hands on her hips as she admired her work. She was going to love it.

After a final checkround, the redhead flicked off the lights, the room being consumed by darkness in their absence. It took a moment for her eyes go adjust but when they did, she made sure everything looked tidy before smiling to herself and heading to their kitchen.

Despite her fluffy socks, tiles were cold against Nat’s feet as she padded over to their cupboards to search the shelves. It didn’t take long to find what she wanted. She took careful care of quieting preparing Wanda’s mug. Now hot chocolate would’ve been the go to in a normal situation but she didn’t want to risk upsetting her stomach again after how long it had taken for it to settle the previous night. So instead Natasha made a soothing cup of sweet lemon tea, making sure to add in a generous helping of honey.

Natasha carried the steaming mug back to the bedroom, knocking softly on the door. "Wanda," she called out gently. "Can I come in baby?”

There was a muffled response, and Natasha took it as an invitation. Slowly pushing the door open, she found Wanda curled up under the blankets, looking both exhausted and fragile.

"I thought you might need some warmth," Natasha said, offering the cup of tea. Wanda looked up, her eyes still puffy from crying, but a faint smile tugged at her lips.

"Thanks," Wanda whispered, taking the cup from Natasha's hands.

The aroma of sweet lemon filled the room as she took a careful sip. Natasha sat down on the edge of the bed, watching as Wanda seemed to relax a little. "I know the lights outside are special, but you understand it’s not worth putting your health at risk for.” She murmured, her soft finger coming to trace the spots where previous tears had been on her wife’s cheek, “But I still wanted to make it special for you…”

Without much more of a warning, Natasha slid her hands underneath Wanda, lifting her with ease as she gave a small yelp of surprise before clinging onto her shoulders tightly. She found herself being carried back to the living room but before she could question everything, they stopped as they stepped foot into the dark room. Nat had slipped her a small remote, smiling down with an unmistakable grin.

“Press it.”

Wanda turned her head to cough raspily before she looked up in confusion, “What?”

“Just press it!”

Wanda hesitated for a moment before pressing the button on the remote. Instantly, the room erupted in a breathtaking display of twinkling lights. The rainbow of glow shimmered around them Wanda’s eyes seemed to echo their sparkle as they widened in surprise.

"I... I don't understand," Wanda whispered, her voice shaking a little as Natasha carefully set down onto her feet beside her. The witches gaze moved from the lights to Natasha, her heart swelling with emotion. "You did all this for me?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes reflecting the sincerity of her actions. “I know how much you love the lights, I just wanted to cheer you up a little bit my love.”

Wanda's lips quivered, but this time it wasn't from sadness. "Nat, you're incredible," she said, pulling Natasha into a tight embrace. The room was aglow with warmth, both from the lights and the genuine love between them.

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writershapeholeonthedoor · 1 year ago

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Scarlet Widow AU

Natasha and Wanda are living in a recluse farm away from town for years now, although they're still part of the Avengers team. After a couple of years, Wanda decides to slow down a bit and do other things, but Natasha only knows how to be a spy. Somehow they make it work between Natasha taking care of the animals in their farm and her missions, and Wanda keeping their home going while taking classes online. They even decide to start their family and the twins come along.

However, something goes wrong in a mission though and Clint gets killed while Natasha could do nothing to save him. It breaks her because she needs to be the one to tell Laura and the kids, she sees them crying for their beloved husband and father, and she feels responsible for their pain.

She gets home, but she's just a shell of herself. The twins are barely a few months old, still so small that she can hold both of them at the same time with no problem, but Natasha can't look at them without thinking about Clint's kids and the devastation in their face when they found out he was dead. Wanda tried, she tried to make Natasha talk, tried to make her busy with the farm, tried to take her to therapy, tried to bring a smile back to her face, but she still had two babies to take care of.

One day, Natasha finds out that the team has a lead to the man that killed Clint and the desire for revenge takes over. Everyone says is too dangerous to go after him and that they needed to come up with a plan, but she's worried they might lose him if they take too long to act.

Wanda can't say she's surprised when she wakes up in the middle of the night to find Natasha packing a suitcase, but she's definitely disappointed.

"You were going to leave without telling me?"

"It's better this way," Natasha mumbled under her breath without looking up.

And Wanda is tired. She's tired and it’s not an excuse, but the woman she loves is leaving in the middle of the night to a suicidal mission without thinking about her or the two kids they have together. Natasha isn't thinking about her family. She's only thinking about revenge.

So, when Wanda speaks again, she doesn't try to hide her heartbreak. "If you leave through that door, you better don’t come back, Natasha. I won’t stay home waiting for you to get yourself killed."

Wanda turned around and went to check the twins before Natasha could say anything else.

This time, when she enters their room and doesn't find Natasha, she’s surprised.

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wandaslovey · 4 months ago

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➺ dom!wandanat x sub!fem!reader

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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

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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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wandanatrules · 3 months ago

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Can you do g!p WandaNat fighting over reader but they just agreed with each other to take reader at the same time at a college party.

Three’s A Party

Hi guys! Thank you to all those that sent requests, please keep them coming. I kind of took this one loosely. I didn’t do the threesome part but if enough of you guys comment saying you want it I will write a part two!! I didn’t really feel like proofreading it (sorry it’s kinda ass).

word count: 1.8k

pairing: Beefy popular g!p Nat x Nerdy beefy g!p Wanda x cheerleader fem reader

warnings: smut, nat and wanda have penises, cursing, name calling, oral, drunkenness, penetration, foul language, dirty talk, roughness, voyuerism, potential threesome, slight angst, (let me know if I missed anything!)

“Tonight is the night I am finally gonna bag y/n. I can’t wait, she’s been catching my eye for a while now, being the only girl who hasn’t thrown herself on me.”, Natasha said, while looking in the mirror and making her final touches before the party.

Wanda’s head popped up at Natasha’s words. “Wait, what do you mean? I was gonna try to talk to y/n tonight.”

“Wait damn Wans I had no idea you were into y/n like that. I guess the best one wins.”, Natasha said with a friendly nudge on the shoulder before heading out the door of their shared apartment.

The best friends arrived at the party together in Natasha’s car, immediately being swarmed by girls, Natasha in particular. Being the star basketball player and wrestler at their college, makes Natasha perfectly built with a figure that is to die for.

Wanda on the other hand was your typical nerd. While she does have an incredible physique herself due to her tendency to workout and strength train when she’s stressed, her focus on her studies keeps any attention away from her.

And you were just the typical popular cheerleader, who just so happened to be very familiar with Natasha. You were always in the front cheering her on in her sports and congratulating her on her wins. While you tried to make it obvious you want her it seems as though she is always distracted by the hundreds of girls waking up in her bed. But tonight you were determined to be the last one to be in her bed.

Across the floor of the party you saw the pair chatting while sipping on their respective drinks. Natasha was wearing a black wife beater with a loose pair of carpenter pants and a black leather jacket. Her thick red hair was cascading down in full waves. She was talking with a shorter redhead who you didn’t know but had seen her with a couple times but it never seemed to be romantically, so you weren’t threatened.

“Okay fine only because you’re my best friend. I'll back off and I'll let you talk to her first, but if she’s not feeling you I'll shoot my shot. Okay?” Natasha said as she saw you looking in their direction getting ready to come over.

Wanda sighed, that’s not what she was hoping to hear. The truth is that she lied about wanting to talk to you. She only said that to keep Natasha from talking to you, so she could talk to Natasha. Yeah she talks to Natasha everyday but she wants Natasha to talk to her the way she talks to the millions of girls in her bed every night.

”Hey y/n it’s good to see you again.”, Natasha said as she wrapped her hands around your waist in a tight intimate hug. Wanda bites her lip holding back a growl at the sight.

”Oh my god natty, you are so strong i bet you could pick me up and squat me.” You said with a flirty grab to her bicep and your classic bambi eyes.

”I probably could, hopefully I see you next time I'm in the weight room. But um I don't think you met my friend Wanda.” Natasha said while pointing you in the direction of a shorter redhead with a nice build as well.

“Oh hey Wanda nice to meet you, I'm y/n”, you said hurriedly and dismissively, not interested in talking to anyone but Natasha at the moment.

“What are you drinking Natty? Why haven’t you gotten me a drink yet?” You said teasingly, taking her drink and making a show of putting your mouth to the tip of the bottle.

“Yeah go ahead Nat buy her a drink I'll be fine.” Wanda said, waving you both off.

”Are you sure?” Natasha mouthed before you pulled her away.

Wanda nodded her head before going off to find something stronger for herself to drown her sorrows.

“Alright let’s cut to the chase natty, do you not think i’m pretty?” You said scooting closer to her on the couch you two ended up on.

”What y/n I think you are absolutely gorgeous baby.” She said putting your hair behind your ear.

“Okay well then i want you to take me somewhere and show me just how gorgeous you think I am. Okay natty?” You said in her ear before she shot up and led you out the room by your wrist.

The two of you wandered down the halls of the frat house, before stumbling into the first empty room. She closed the door and pushed you up against it putting her lips on yours in a rough kiss. Parting your lips, she let her tongue lazily roam around the inside of your mouth.

“mmhm” you moaned into the kiss, before pulling away for air. While you were catching your breath she moved to kissing your neck and sucking a hickey right onto your pulse point making you moan even louder.

”mhm can I take this off baby.” She said while tugging on the fabric of your dress.

”Yes please take me to the bed.” you replied while she tore your dress off and threw you on the mattress.

“No bra baby? I knew you were a slut.” She said while grabbing handfuls of one breast and popping the other into her hot mouth, giving you pleasure that no man has ever made you feel.

“Please take your clothes off too, natty. I want to see you.” You whined as she pulled back from your breast with a trail of spit before wiping her mouth and standing up. She threw her jacket across the room and stepped out of her pants, making a show of slowly unbuttoning her shirt so you could see her incredibly defined abs.

You got on your knees and moved towards the end of the bed, impatiently ripping the rest of the shirt off. She laughed while discarding her bra, leaving her in only her boxers.

You reached out to grab her bulge. “ I wonder if it’s as big as all the girls say it is.” You say looking up at her while gently massaging the bulge.

”Only one way to find out I guess.” She said with a smirk gesturing for you to take the boxers off.

You reached up and pulled the waistband down, eyes widening when her seemingly foot long penis popped out and hit you in the face.

” Wow and it’s thick too.” You giggled while looking up at her and jerking it between your hand spreading the precum along the length.

”Go ahead and see how it tastes.” She said grabbing a handful of your hair to pull your mouth on her dick. “mmhm just like that baby.”

She slowly starts to move her hips, thrusting herself down your throat. She tastes better than any man you’ve ever sucked, most likely a result of her diet and exercise.

”Shit, I can tell you’re a fucking professional, i’m gonna have to keep you for myself.”

You take your mouth off and continue to jerk her off while you look up and nod fervently, hearing exactly what you wanted to hear.

“I’m real close, are you gonna be a good girl and swallow it or do you want me to punish you?” She said, increasing the intensity behind her thrusts.

“No please I want it so bad, natty.” You said sucking the life out of her before she released her load down your throat. “very tasty” you said after swallowing it all and wiping your mouth.

“Oh my god, where did you learn that? Hopefully you won’t be disappointed when I return the favor.” She said pushing you back on the bed, while pulling your panties down your legs.

She hovered over you and kissed you on the lips, before kissing her way down paying special attention to your breasts again. When she finally made it to your cunt she licked a stripe through the wetness, groaning at the taste.

”You are so wet, baby. It tastes so sweet.” She said looking into your eyes with a smile.

“Please natty, it’s aching so bad.” You begged for her to continue.

”Don’t worry baby. I got you.” She licked her way through your cunt again circling your clit. Latching on, she takes two of her fingers and rubs them through your wetness before inserting them. She furiously sucks your clit into her mouth while curling her fingers, pistoning them into your cunt.

”Damn you are so tight I can’t wait to feel myself inside you.” She said while watching your cunt swallowing her fingers.

”Ugh i’m so close, natty please.” You said ready to let go.

”Go ahead and cum for me then.” She said while furiously rubbing your clit, before you inevitably let go.

A hot gush of liquid squirted out of your cunt hitting Natasha in the face. Smiling, she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue to catch your arousal.

”Oh that was so hot I got to get you to do that again. I never pegged you as a squirter though.”

”No one has ever made me do that before, but it felt so good.” You said with a goofy grin trying to catch your breath.

“It was my pleasure, plus you taste delicious.” Natasha said before kissing you on the mouth, sticking her tongue in your mouth so you could taste yourself.

“I know you’re still hard, I don’t think I need to beg you to fuck me. Do I?” You said pulling back and looking up at her.

“Such a slut, I'm gonna teach you to watch your mouth.” She said, flipping you over and pulling you into your hands and knees.

She slaps your ass and spits onto your cunt, before slipping in and bottoming out on the first thrust.

“I knew you were gonna feel incredible, so fucking tight.” She moans while continuously slapping your ass. Speeding up her thrusts with so much intensity that the bed keeps knocking against the headboard.

”You fuck me so good natty, you’re so big.” You moan with a heavy breath, reaching back to feel her.

“Are you on the pill? I don’t want to waste my load on your ass. I need to cum inside.”

“Yes please I am cum inside me.” You begged.

Walking down the hallway of the frat house Wanda was stupidly drunk wanting to find somewhere to relax, because she figured Nat, the unrequited love of her life, had left her. Stumbling into the first room she saw, she slightly cracked open the door and was met with a heartbreaking sight. But she couldn’t help but watch.

After a while of thrusting, Natasha felt this weird sensation of being watched, so she turned around and caught a glimpse of Wanda peeking through the door. She laughed to herself, not expecting Wanda to be such a perv.

With a smirk she asked, “Have you ever had a threesome, y/n?”

”Yes I love being used by two people at once.” You said with a moan.

“Okay. Come on in Wanda, I don’t mind sharing.” She said before hearing the door creak the rest of the way open.

comment if you want a pt. 2!!

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ncis-nerd · 5 months ago

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haunted house

about: you knew this was a bad idea but you did it anyways 🤷🏾‍♂️

ship: wandanat x reader

"Go on now!!" The group of sorority girls huffed, pushing you closer to the old, eerie house that had been abandoned for years. You had heard of a couple who lived in that house. Everyone suspected them of being witches.

The town assumed the couple were stealing streys for their witchy sacrifices and their last straw was the beloved town cat, milo, going missing. A little girl scout claimed she saw the red-headed owner pick up the cat and take her away. The people of the town burnt down the house with the couple still inside.

And now here you were, interrupting their peace. Your sorority sisters insisted if you spent the night in there, then you'd officially be one of them. No more nights of hazing and other cruel sorority pranks.

"You're not chicken, are you y/n?" one of the girls spoke. "No! no, i'm not, " you exclaimed, your eyes on the door knob covered in dust. "Then go in." the girl spewed.

You inched closer to the door, pushing it open slowly. A creeking sound filled your ears, you slowly began to walk in. The door slammed behind you.

You jumped, that wasn't funny. "g-guys??!! let me out!!" Your fists banged on the door as you heard the girls run away screaming.

You took a deep breath, they obviously had to be playing a trick on you right? They were just trying to scare you. They didn't want the hazing to end. you convinced yourself.

As time passed you grew bored. No phone signal, you decided to go exploring. You scan the room, your options lie in going the only creeky stairs or one of the many doors on the first level.

As you start to head for the stairs, you hear a cuckoo clock. Startled, you bump into two figures behind you. A scream exits your mouth.

"woah, woah.." a soft voice exclaimed from behind you. You turned around and to your surprise there was a tall brunette with blue eyes and a slightly shorter woman with blonde hair.

"not to be rude but what are you doing in our home, stranger?" the shorter woman questioned, with a raised eyebrow.

"y-your home?" you froze, was this the Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff?! aren't they dead?? Tou thought to yourself.

"Yes our home." The taller woman, you deemed to be Wanda spoke. "I thought no one lived here?" You mumbled. "Oh no, that's just a rumor, dear." Wanda responded.

a rumor

didn't the town burn them alive?

your sight goes black as you hit the ground.

part 2?

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isthatmyjacket-covenofchaossq · 3 months ago

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Wanda: Your lips look lonely. Would they like to meet mine?

Natasha, uncharacteristic stuttering: A-are- are you flirting with me?

Wanda, sighing: No, I'm asking you about quantum physics.

Natasha: *proceeds to tell her about quantum physics*

this pic is the same vibe lol

also kinda inspired by this scene

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cupcakegirl3 · 1 month 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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rxmqnova · 1 year ago

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Y/N: *sneaking in through her window*

Natasha: *turning in her chair and flicking the light on* You want to tell me where you've been all night?

Y/N: I was with Wanda?

Wanda: *turning in her chair* Wanna try again?

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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We Bought a Zoo

Wanda x Natasha

WandaNat x F!R

Request ( @mostlymarvelsstuff )

Warnings: None. Super fluffy | 6,350 Words

Smut: Natasha has a dick. Daddy (N), Mommy (W), Peach (R), Oral (All), Fingering (R), Magical Bonding—Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI | Marked / Please Don’t Report

"Natalia," Wanda barked without any bite, her patience with her girlfriend was nearing paper thin, but at the end of the day she was just too cute to really yell at, especially when she's just excited for the prospects of the day ahead.

Natasha pouted at her, she'd be the picture of innocence too if not for the pink frosting on the tip of her nose, and the sprinkles on her chin.

"Stop eating my decorations, and start setting up the tray with the breakfast I cooked her."

"Okay," Natasha innocently kissed Wanda's lips, the touch meant to be distracting, so it was firm, she was attempting to dip her hand in the bowl of rainbow sprinkles, but the witch was always a step ahead, "Nice try kotenok."

The redhead sulked away after the red wisps released her wrist, her pout managed to be even deeper now, but it didn't stay low for long as she popped one of your grapes into her mouth, giving herself away as she hummed.

——

"You should have at least ten cavities with how much sugar you eat, you're a fiend Natalia."

Natasha snorted in amusement, "What can I say Wands, I have a taste for the finer things in life, if I had it my way I'd be skipping all the sweet confections, and go straight into eating the entree; skip all the wooing at the zoo."

Wanda slapped her girlfriend in the back of the head with a dish towel, her powers moved the fabric across the room with exact precision.

"Ow!" Wanda stuck her tongue out at her lover, and before the redhead could retaliate Friday was whispering, "Here's your report on Y/N, it appears she is finally stirring, and my system indicates she will be up within ten minutes."

"Thanks Friday," Natasha mumbled over a strawberry, making her lover grimace when a chewed up piece landed on the clean counter.

"Wow, I just don't understand how I landed such a stunner," Wanda sassed at the woman who met her words with a roll of the eyes, "When was the last time you cooked breakfast in bed for me Wanda? Hm? Oh yeah, never."

Wanda shrugged, an air of indifference in the gesture, "Most days you 'eat' coffee for breakfast, then complain at lunch time that your tummy hurts. Can't help the hopeless."

"Hey, I am not hopeless!"

"Update: She is awake, and heading to the bathroom," Friday cuts their bickering off, and in a split second Nat is darting towards your shared floor to ensure you don't plan to venture elsewhere, and fortunately for the couple trying to surprise you, you didn't.

*The coast is clear, the lioness has returned to her den, I repeat, she has returned to her den*

Ten minutes later Wanda gracefully waltzes into the hallway, trays of food follow her as she effortlessly manipulates them with her powers.

Natasha settles for knocking on the door, and after she heard your soft come in, she opened the oak door with a silly entrance of her head poking through a crack, "Are you decent?"

"Yeah," you laughed out, and the rumbling only intensified when Nat muttered out a "Damn.”

After the clearing of Wanda's throat Natasha fully entered your room to make room for the other half of the duo to enter with all the food.

"Good morning sunshine," Wanda greeted as she plopped down right beside you, and used her magic to open the blinds to your bedroom. You groaned, and much to the witches delight you buried your face against her shoulder to hide away from the blinding light. Natasha glared at her, and received only a smug smirk in response as she effortlessly shifted you into her hold completely to snuggle you for a bit.

"Hey, stop hogging the birthday girl," Natasha piped up only a minute later, her hands began to tug at your shoulder, and you slowly peered up at her with a soft smile, "Join us Natty, and I will gladly give you some morning snuggles."

Natasha catapulted over your bodies in a flash, she landed flat on her stomach but swiftly rolled to her side, opening her arms and lifting her brows suggestively, "Gimme, gimme!"

Wanda's arms instead tightened around you, you softly giggled into her neck, "Wands you have to share me with Tasha." causing the rise of goosebumps to bloom across her body.

"Says who?" She challenges, "I deserve them, I made breakfast, and all she did was eat it."

"I set it up!" Natasha huffs, and in a show of strength she manhandled you into her arms. "This is perfect, our girl to have and to hold."

Natasha and Wanda frowned at each other as you tensed at her words, it hurt them that you doubted their intentions, but they knew with how gossip flies, you'd been made to feel this way. As if you were just a toy for them to play with when bored, they planned on changing your tune today. To finally prove to you that it was never just a flirtatious game to them.

The stiff posture fortunately didn't last long, because though you were scared, you knew that Natasha and Wanda would never hurt you. They've been your fiercest protectors since day one, so if they were flirting with you due to a natural reflex, you wouldn't hold that against them. Because you still got moments like this.

Where, for a fleeting moment, the three of you remained cuddled up close, pretending this was your norm while you all all willed this to be a reoccurring event. Then they heard your stomach growling, and promptly doled out the bowls full of her scrambled hash, and fruits.

"Sweetheart, do you have any plans today?" Wanda looked at you with an excited smile.

"No," you whispered over a bite, "I was just gonna laze around, and eat loads of junk."

"I happen to think that sounds lo—, Ow!" Natasha flinched away after her girlfriends hand slapped her upside the head for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning—it was.

Wanda reached out with a box, eyes expectant as you tossed it between hands, so you opened the gift to find a sloth stuffy just as Wanda happily continued on, "Well, then would you care to accompany us to the zoo? We'd have the whole place rented for ourselves honey."

"Are you being serious right now?!" Your question came out about two octaves too high, but your inability to contain your excitement was actually a bonus to the nervous women.

"Well, what's in it for us if I say yes?" Natasha teased, but was quickly shut up by Wanda's slap to her shoulder. "Yes Y/N, we're serious. We cashed in on one of our favors with Tony, and would like to treat you to a nice day."

"Oh my gosh," you squealed before jumping into their dormant arms. You nearly knocked over the breakfast with your excitement, and after a moment of shock the women pulled you as close as possible, reciprocating the affection tenfold, and allowing you a moment of peace.

"What should I wear?"

"Whatever makes you comfortable," Natasha noted with a sneaky kiss placed on your cheek.

"When do we leave?"

"As soon as you're ready detka," Wanda added with a bright smile, and a light shove of your body out of the bed. "Give me ten minutes!"

The couple chuckled, watching as you ripped a bunch of clothes from your closet to take into your en suite. Natasha munched on a cold piece of bacon as Wanda began to clean up the remnants from the well enjoyed breakfast.

"I'm going to go change, I'll meet you two at the car," Wanda announced, she leaned in to kiss her lover goodbye, then left the room just before getting to see you. Natasha smirked at the sight of you in a customized shirt she never knew existed, but now that she did she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise it or destroy it.

"Welcome to My Zoo." Was emboldened across the top in white, and within multiple different structures she found the team as animals.

"Is that Wanda?" You nodded as she pointed to the adorable red panda curled up on a cot, and she smiled when she saw the intricate web spun around it that held up the creatures food.

"Where am I?" Natasha's eyes widened when you snickered and pointed to the corner of the enclosure. A loud laugh fell from her lips only a second later at the sight of a buff, cartoonish spider lifting barbells above its head.

"Gosh, you are so incredibly adorable detka." Natasha reached for your hand, the one you were nervously fidgeting with, and escorted you to the car just in time for Wanda's arrival.

"Shall we leave ladies?"

You nodded excitedly from the backseat, and the witch smiled down at you before taking her seat up front. Natasha smirked at you through the rearview mirror, "Take a look at our girl Wan, her shirt tells me she was born for this."

The brunette found your display of the super soldiers as buff anteaters, and the scientists as "trash pandas" rather amusing. She also found the lion—your favorite animal, being housed next to her and Nat's endearing, and likely a good sign for their not so hidden intentions.

The car ride was swift in the redheads corvette after the rounds of teasing died down. Wanda guided you from the car and into the park with a hand on your back, and a pep in her step as she brought you to the zoo's large gift shop. The way your eyes lit up at the massive array of memorialized animals was adorable, and she was beyond grateful to be able to witness it.

"Get whatever you want detka," Nat suddenly announced as she entered the shop, waving around a black card with a devilish smirk.

"I'd really like to know what Tony did to owe you so much," you mused while shoving the two foot long lion into her unsuspecting arms. "It's gotta be a funny story, I'm sure of it."

Natasha ignored Wanda's warning glance as she nodded, feeding your fantasies with a wink.

Unfunny truth be told, Tony felt like he owed Nat for the amount of times she's saved his life. So, whatever she wants, he gives, and with his guilt over Wanda's tragic start she is under the same treatment. Mention you, the teams soft spot, and he has no gripes with the balance being run up. He readily encourages it.

"Where to first?" Wanda asked, it was a silly question, and as Nat mouths along to your shriek of, "Lion's den!" She knows it was one.

Natasha and Wanda watched you for a long while as you stood outside the lion's enclosure. They found it amusing how much you deemed the lion worthy of knowing as you sat there talking for unaccounted for minutes, they were honestly worried you might have a preference for the felines over them, but then you'd look back at them every once in awhile with a huge grin, waving erratically at them then back to the lions, as if introducing them to your friend, and they knew then that you loved them too.

"She's perfect." Wanda hummed her agreement with her girlfriend. "Time for phase two?"

Wanda nodded, and Natasha walked over.

You shrieked when her hand made contact with your ass, her body pressed yours against the glass and you were horrified to see the lion lick its lips, as if you were everyone's prey here.

"N-natty, what are you doing?"

Natasha sighed, "It's your birthday detka, you remember the compound tradition, right?"

For a moment you wanted to curse Tony for implementing such a policy, where one must endure the same amount of hits as their age. Normally though it was just punches from grossly buff men who didn't pay any mind to their strength when busy behaving like kids.

"Yes, I do," you admitted and she slapped your other cheek for good measure. "Then you know exactly what I'm doing you silly girl." Natasha smirked when you pushed back into her hand.

You were so in your head you didn't register her arms wrapped around your waist. Her lips were right by your ear now as she lowered her tone, "Say goodbye to your new friends, we'll be waiting over in our corner, don't be long."

"I'll talk to you later Simba!" You sadly bid farewell to the lions, then with a reinvigorated step you sprinted on over to the awaiting couple and to their delight recounted the last ten minutes with the lions with hyper lips.

Next on your agenda was the penguins, the couple nearly lost their shit when you waddled in tandem with the creatures as you spoke to them as if there wasn't any language barriers. When you nearly fell into the murky water you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see a smirking redhead, and the far more concerned expression of the brunette.

Natasha and Wanda decided in the moment it was time that they fed you actual food. After the fourth cotton candy without so much as a sip of water they knew you'd likely set off a game of Jumanji if left completely unchecked.

So now the three of you were sat at a table, with the penguins exhibit to your left, and a spread of delicious lunch foods on the table. You were nervous, the flowers in the vase, and the way the couple stared you down gave a new ambiance to an otherwise normal lunch date.

It felt more real than ever before, and you were nervous you wouldn't meet their expectations.

"How about we play a game?"

You looked to the redhead warily, the grin she wore implied she was a wolf in sheep's clothes.

Wanda chimed in as she lazily munched on her carrot, "Elaborate Nat, or she won't play," she smirked when she saw your eyes widen some.

No matter the game, you could tell by the glint in both of their eyes, that you were a winner. Years of pining after the couple in shame has led to this glorious moment in time where they took their playful flirting a final step forward.

"Oh, well it's simply the oldest game in the book my darling girl," she teased as her calloused fingers walked up the length of your arm, "Predator vs. Prey, you hide, we seek."

"So, hide and seek?" You simplified her words, but she merely chuckled, "You say that until we sink our teeth into you baby, because after that it's really just biology; we'll devour you whole."

"Like I'm the viper, and you're the bunny," Wanda elaborated with her hand clasping over yours, and Natasha mirrored her movement, "I'm the black widow, and you're the fly."

"I much prefer being the capable Avenger, and you the very beautiful, Avenger duo I adore."

Both of their eyes softened for a moment, you relished in the feeling of warmth shooting throughout your entire body as both of their lips kissed over your knuckles. You missed the warm feeling as soon as they replaced your hands on the table, and you frowned when they removed their touch from you all together.

"Are we playing or not honey?"

For everyone's safety you'd looked over a map, and chose to play the game of sexually charged hide and seek in the area dedicated to birds. For some reason it felt the most logical, but it also came without much of an explanation.

You didn't wanna upset the gorillas, or tigers, or the bears. You didn't want to be mauled, and the women found your reasoning humorous.

Wanda was the first to seek you out with success, it wasn't hard when your thoughts were audible, and now she watched you from afar as you were settled by the toucans. She agreed to let Nat capture you, so for now she would observe the bounce in your leg, and hear the creative thoughts you had about them.

Never in her days would she peg you to be as kinky as you were, her body was electrified now with thoughts to piggyback off of your own.

Natasha didn't have much trouble finding you either, she waved at her lover, and looked down at your unaware form with a devious grin that Wanda shook her head at. The redhead crouched down low so you couldn't possibly see her coming as she approached you, her finger tapped your right shoulder, and just as you went to fall for it she pounced from the left. Both of your bodies tumbled across the gravel, you huffed at the impact, but soon found yourself giggling as she tickled you.

As sexually charged as the prior conversation was, she'd never miss out on a chance to make you laugh. Nor would she openly take you in the middle of a public zoo full of cameras.

"Natty stop!!!" The redhead only dug her fingers into your sides deeper, you were gasping for air at this point, and your saving grace came in the form of a chuckling Wanda who now hovered your bodies. "Wands! Help!"

Wanda decided to be your savior, she caught her lovers hands with her powers, allowing you the chance to shimmy out from under her and to run into the brunette for perceived safety.

"That wasn't fair!" Natasha groaned as she got to her feet and turned to face your conjoined bodies with an angry finger wag. Then she paused her rant, too engrossed with the way Wanda cradled your head to her chest. You pouted at her as if you were a wounded kitten, and her heart nearly combusted at the overall cuteness. "However, you're cute so I'll let it slide. But be wary Y/N, I'll seek vengeance."

You stuck your tongue out at the redhead, and she found the childish display adorable. She stepped forward, and much to your delight she wrapped her arms around you both, and then lifted your bodies off the ground effortlessly.

"We're going home ladies. No more monkeying around when we should be eating cake and snuggling in our retrospective birthday suits."

The car ride back was unusually quiet. After you stopped for McD's, your unwavering dinner request, nobody spoke. All three of you were too in your heads, each with varying thoughts that all lead back to the same place.

The bedroom, the one currently decked out in gifts from the rest of the team, which is why the couple knew better and brought you to theirs.

Wanda ran to the kitchen, while Natasha escorted you onto their bed, and placed a blindfold over your eyes for the time being.

"Happy Birthday to you," you beamed as Wanda's melodic voice began to sing the celebratory tune, "Happy Birthday to you," Natasha's raspy voice harmonized with her on the second line, and you melted into their bed.

Having all their attention wasn't unusual for you, but this time felt so much more intimate, the love and tension in the air was palpable.

Wanda settled the cake before you, and the redhead undid the strap of your blindfold. The couple smiled at one another as you gasped, all the witches hard work, and Natasha's earlier morning aggravation of her seemingly paid off because you were enamored by her cake.

"This is amazing," you cried, tears of joy easily filling your waterline as you took in the sight of you three at the zoo once more. The artistry was magnificent, you honestly felt like telling her to quit Avenging and open a bakery. You knew that was also a bad idea though, because all the excess batches would go to the team, and they were already hyper enough as it is.

"Thank you detka," Wanda couldn't help but to blush as you continued to praise her skills. She excused herself shortly after to cut the cake, and to reel her desires in as best she could.

Natasha pulled you into her lap excitedly, and you bit back a moan as you felt her semi-soft dick press into your ass. You wiggled slightly, and she groaned hotly into your ear, her hands gripped your hips tightly as she now fought to control her carnal urges. "Be careful detka, don't poke the bear if you wanted cake first."

"Who said I did?" You ground down into her again, and this time she growled while tossing you flat onto your back so she could trap your body against the mattress with her own. Her hand instinctively wrapped around your neck, she didn't need to be a mind reader to know. "Be careful what you wish for darling, because trust me, daddy has no problem giving it."

Wanda cleared her throat, the three plates of cake in her hand were discarded promptly.

"I can't believe mommy almost missed the show," she purred, her finger delicately traced over your face before she pulled the redhead into a kiss that had you squirming with need. "Go on moya lyubov', have your fun with her."

"Mommy," you repeated the term with an air of faux innocence, "You're playing too right?"

"Oh sweet girl," Wanda leant down to kiss you softly, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."

Wanda stood off to the side while Natasha, with your consent, removed your clothing until you were as bare as the day you were born.

"Happy Birthday to me," Natasha commented enthusiastically as she took your bareness in. You giggled nervously, body now alit with goosebumps as a set of chills ran through you as you realized just how real this had become.

"You're so beautiful Y/N," Natasha couldn't help but to note, "Our beautiful, perfect peach."

There was a fondness in her eyes that made you believe her without question, the way she smiled up at her longtime girlfriend, as if she sought her agreement made your heart flutter. Wanda returned her agreement in the form of a smile directed right at you. Her eyes shone with more love than you'd ever felt deserving of and you nearly sobbed as you felt it wholly.

"I bet she tastes just as sweet," Wanda husked, and Natasha groaned at just the thought, you gulped as she now stared deep into your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul as she firmly pressed her pelvis into the mattress to relieve the ache in her boxers. "Please detka, can daddy have a taste? I promise to be gentle, I need to try you detka, Pozhaluysta."

(Baby, please)

"Use your words krasivaya," Wanda dismissed your nod immediately, desperate or not to have you crying for them, she wanted to hear you. "Beg daddy, tell her how much you need it."

"Daddy please," your lip trembled as you tried to express your neediness, and Natasha's cock twitched against its confinement when your hips canted into hers on impulse. "I need you so bad, need your mouth, you can taste me."

"Oh detka, you've made daddy so happy," the redhead dipped her head down, inhaling sharply as she reached the apex of your mound, she softly coughed as your heady scent overwhelmed her, her pupils dilated and her tip quivered at the idea of being inside you.

"Wanna make mommy happy?" Wanda asked, staring into your eyes while her hands reached behind her to pull at the zipper of her dress. You nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak as Natasha teasingly licked at your folds. "How about you let mommy ride your face then?"

Wanda saw the spark light up in your eyes, she could hear your thoughts racing, she could only imagine your heart was near to exploding. She watched as you swallowed thickly as her tight dress got caught on her hips. Your hand reached out to help her pull the fabric down the rest of the way until it could fall on its own.

The brunette softly pecked your lips, rasping against them a sultry, "Are you ready?" To which you breathlessly moaned out a yes as the redhead took this moment to finally cut her teasing off, diving right into your wet cunt.

Natasha was considering retiring right now, she'd never felt more destined to be somewhere before in her life. Every time she twirled her tongue she'd hear Wanda gasp, when she nibbled on your clit her lover would cry as you seemingly mirrored her strokes. Deciding to take up residence between your thighs almost certainly outweighed fighting off aliens.

There was something so satisfying about being able to feel your muscle's quivering as your heel pressed into her back, shoving her tongue deeper into you as you instinctually moved to suffocate her with the closing of your thighs.

"Oh shit," Wanda cried out as you swirled your tongue inside of her. She was bouncing with such fervor you felt your face numbing. Her slippery lips repeatedly slapped into your face with a delectable sting that had you mewling.

Between the push and pull of the women, one solely using you for their own pleasure, and the other working more towards mutuality you were already reaching a fucked out state.

Regardless of her selfish motives, Wanda was helping you too, her addictive taste alone had you teetering over that edge of total bliss. Combined with the sound of Natasha's muffled grunts as she ate you out greedily, and Wanda's wanton moans, spurred on by your tongue, well, it is what made you finally let go.

Wanda screamed as your muffled moans shook her, she felt almost out of body for a second as she continued to ride your face, heart beating in her head as she chased down the high that was dwindling fast as the seconds rushed by.

Natasha was well on her way to pulling a second orgasm from you with the way she continued to sloppily give you head. You were a never ending well of divinity, your tangy slick was collected as if it were a life source, it mixed with her drool that smeared over her chin and she held no shame as it glistened under the pink hued sunlight peering through the blinds.

All three of your chests heaved out of order, you'd not only been being suffocated by one, but the other worked in tandem to properly steal your breath away. Wanda crawled down the bed as soon as her brain fog cleared up, she slammed her lips into Natasha's, and moaned as soon as she slid her tongue over hers.

You tasted like she imagines Heaven to be like.

— Pure & Sweet —

Natasha's hand suddenly twisted into Wanda's hair, taking her out of her sweet yet sinful thoughts of you and to a place dripping with arousal. She forcefully pulled her back and left a trail of splotchy bruises down her throat, something that turned you on expeditiously. "Fuck." Natasha smirked against her lovers skin at your breathy whisper. "Hey sweet girl."

Natasha chuckled hotly as you covered your face with your hands to hide your goofy smile. They'd always made you nervous, and it was adorable that you'd still be so shy even with her girlfriends slick on your face and yours on hers.

Wanda turned to look at you with a wide grin, "God I love when pretty girls prove me right!" She winked when your eyes widened nervously. "You're just so sweet detka, that's gonna be dangerous with Natty, she has a sweet tooth."

"Seriously detka," Natasha chimed in, "I'm never going to give you a minute of peace."

The couple parted with another kiss, Nat spun Wanda off of the bed, and planted her before you at the end of the bed. She moved up to the side of the bed and looked down at you.

“Hi.” Natasha smirked, and you were stilled. Your eyes trailed over her body as she slid her jacket off, then with one twist of her arm the muscle top she wore beneath it was discarded. Your eyes traveled even lower, her grey boxers were already disheveled, with her hard cock being held firmly against her abdomen.

Your mouth ran dry when she pulled the boxers down, she was intimidatingly thick, her veins prominent enough that you could see them pulsing, and you were certain if you held a ruler to her that she’d supersede the norm.

You gasped when she kicked the boxers behind her, her cock swung at your mouth, a drop of her cum now layered your lips. Your tongue darted out, and you moaned appreciatively making Nat ready to give you more of her.

“Mommy’s gonna get you ready for me,” the redhead informed you with a smile, you looked down and saw Wanda staring at your cunt with her fingers trailing over your thighs. “And you’re going to get daddy’s cock ready for you.”

Natasha started out slow, thrusting only the tip passed your lips, waiting for you to take some initiative, and as you swirled your tongue around her tip she knew you were ready. She fucked your throat raw as Wanda spread your walls apart in preparation for her cock.

You moaned around her when Wanda curled her fingers, causing her to twitch unendingly, she was so close, and you were ready for it.

You harshly squeezed the redheads balls, and mewled as you felt her load shoot down your throat. A low groan, almost reminiscent of a growl, left the woman as her head flew back. “Etot tvoy rot - ray.” She continued to thrust her cock down your throat, the sound of you gagging on her cum and your drool that she only pushed even further kept her hard, long spurts of cum would shoot out of her, leaving her to gasp sharply as her abdomen tensed.

(that mouth of yours is heaven)

Natasha pulled out only seconds before Wanda brought you over the edge of bliss with a curl of her talented fingers. Your hazy eyes crossed, your mouth falling wide open but no sounds ever left you, your back arched instead as you gushed around the brunette’s fingers.

It was clear to you that Natasha was as elegant as a ballerina, she kissed you breathless, then in your moment of blackout she rearranged your environment. Wanda was laid down flat on the mattress, smiling up at you as Natasha maneuvered you so that you were on your hands and knees. Hovering over the witch who whispered something you couldn't understand, it sounded devilish. When she leaned up to kiss you messily, you knew it was, a body shuddering spark ran directly to your cunt, and you felt overwhelmingly warm in a flash.

"How do you want me Y/N?" Natasha panted, she stroked her shaft while waiting impatiently for an answer. You looked into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, they were amused as they understood the look in your eyes, the pleading expectantly flying off the tip of your tongue, "Raw, please daddy, I want you to fuck your seed into me, fuck, I need it so bad, please."

The way you wiggled your ass had the redhead ready to just slam into you. "Oh fucking hell, it feels like you're trying to kill me now detka." She slapped your ass harshly, and beamed when you counted, adding to the zoo hits.

“Good girl,” she rasped and you whimpered, she watched you flutter around nothing in awe. Natasha's thumb ran over the dripping tip of her cock, she whimpered at the touch, you'd made her incredibly desperate. She swiveled her precum over your clit, a raspy moan sprung from your parched throat as pleasure coursed through you; Wanda's mouth flew open too.

The redhead spread your juices down your slit just before she lined her tip up with your cunt. There was no doubt in your mind Wanda felt the intrusion as she entered you from behind, the way her face contorted, mouth agape with her eyebrows pinched mirrored how you felt.

Wanda hummed as she felt that familiar phantom stretching of her walls. You however choked on a painful scream, and the witch drug her nails down your sides to distract you. You thanked her with a pitiful grimace that was meant to be a smile, and she smiled back.

Natasha took your wiggle as a sign to move, she experimented by pulling a couple inches of her shaft out and then thrusting them back in at a slow pace. That unsavory feeling of being ripped apart faded fast, and it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure. As your walls molded around her it felt like you were always meant to be connected like this; the perfect fit.

None of you needed much to get you going. With every squeeze of your walls Natasha found her resolve crumbling, and you and the witch felt her corresponding pleasure pulsing. Wanda enjoyed seeing how close you were, she slapped your breasts, catching and twisting your nipples between her thumb, and finger.

You reluctantly shrieked out a 15, and a 16, and then you choked out a 17 and 18 when Natasha squeezed the ample flesh of your ass before she roughly slapped the skin in succession.

Your arms partially gave out as your orgasm tore through you, your lips landed on Wanda’s parted set as she moaned her pleasure, she licked over your bottom lip and you let her in.

Wanda swallowed all of your moans as Natasha let go inside of you, Wanda’s tongue swirled around yours as hot spurts of cum painted your walls white, and you shuddered at the feeling.

The couple took care of you as you faded away into an invisible bubble of pleasure. Natasha cleaned you up while Wanda fixed the bed. The redhead made peanut butter sandwiches, and brought water with her while the brunette helped you with your nightly hygiene routine.

Wanda fed you, and Natasha gave you water. Even when you let them know that you could handle it. They informed you that you’re their special girl, and deserving of being tended to. Then the three of you brushed your teeth together, you nearly cried when you found they had a toothbrush for you in their bathroom.

It told you that this wasn’t a birthday one off.

Not that their adoring stares didn’t already say the same. It was the most obvious truth.

Natasha crawled into the bed first, she patted the space beside her, and Wanda nudged you forward so that you’d take it. The redhead embraced you close, tenderly kissing your face as she waited to be able to shut off the light. The brunette then pulled a blanket over your bodies as she laid down directly behind you, taking over on kissing you goodnight.

"Do you think it worked?" You asked over a massive yawn, and Natasha softly sighed as she kissed your temple, "I hope so detka, I know this is sorta new, but we hope you know this is real, our love for you knows no bounds."

Wanda purred against your neck, "I have a good feeling about this." She softly raised her head and gazed lovingly into your tired eyes. You were pouting and the witch held back her awe as she pressed her lips to yours to help straighten them out, and hopefully relieve a bit of your worry. "Hey, and if it didn't, we'll have the rest of time to continue trying to make it."

You chuckled hoarsely, "What? My inability to walk or speak isn't enough for you two?"

"Forever with you wouldn't even be enough." Wanda spoke simply, the room suddenly thick with tension as you tried but ultimately failed to hold back your tears. "We love you Y/N."

"With all of our hearts," Natasha added, her tone uncharacteristically timid as she also tried to contain her overflowing emotions. "You know, I think the world divined you just for us. It's as if they knew our life would only ever be complete with you in it; our precious peach."

"Fuck Natty, I was trying not to cry," you sobbed humorously and the women chuckled warmly while somehow snuggling impossibly closer to you. "I'm sorry detka," the way she laughed as she spoke told you she wasn't really; you didn't mind. "I love you both so much."

They took turns kissing you, a silent response of We love you too, being relayed with just their lips. You sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the sensation, and never reopening. Your mind having been captured by a sleep so damn good you had to let the women know.

"I didn't miss her snoring," Natasha teased, and Wanda instinctively pinched her side.

"You're abusive," the redhead huffed, scooting closer to the edge to put some distance between her, and Wanda, but she received a terrifying glare as she pulled you with her.

"You're childish," Wanda retaliated, "And you better clean it up Natasha, because we're due to be parents in give or take nine months."

Wanda smiled softly, cupping Nat's cheek as she saw her generally stoic lover on the verge of tears. "I told you both, I had a good feeling."

"Sh-she's..." The redhead couldn't even get the words out. In a show of mercy Wanda shushed her with a peck on her lips. "She's most likely pregnant Nat, I could feel the polarizing connection of your seed with her egg."

Natasha squealed, burying her face into your neck to try and conceal the joyful sound as she left grateful kisses all over your exposed skin.

"We're gonna be mamas..."

Wanda smiled at the scene, her palm settled over your belly protectively as she settled into your other side so she could finally rest. You were officially there's, no longer would anyone be left to pine after the other. It was settled.

Life was perfect—You were perfect...

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lesbesapphic · 1 year ago

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hey, how are you? i’m struggling a lot with the start of lectures for my last year and just wanted to ask if you could make a drabble of the gold rush au where R is going back to uni and struggling for it, maybe after spending the whole summer with wanda and natasha. thank you sm if you write it <3

Heyy! I am good and sure, I can totally understand the struggle. I will try to make one.

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"Let's watch one more pleaseeeee!" You begged from your position in between Wanda and Natasha, your head placed on Wanda's lap as she absentmindedly ran her fingers through your hair.

"This was the third extra episode we watched." Natasha pointed out, holding back a yawn as she looked at the time, "And it is 11:30 already, don't you have college tomorrow?" She asked, her tone taking on a firm tone and you slumped more into Wanda's hold, hiding your face a little in her lap but she was having none of it, a simple tug on your hair had you staring up at her with an innocent look on your face.

"I don't wanna go." You admitted your little plan of making them sleep late so that they won't wake you up for your classes and Wanda couldn't help but laugh, "You really thought it would work?" She asked and you shook your head in defeat. "Seriously, She would be in hell and still make you go." Natasha added and Wanda gave her an unamused look, "You could have said heaven too, you know." She pointed out and Natasha along with you let out a laugh.

"Baby I am anything but a liar."

"Shut up." Wanda grumbled and turned to you who by now was sitting up, your eyes held a tired look that had Wanda softening her tone, "It is just two classes, tomorrow." Wanda pointed out softly while Natasha nodded in agreement. They didn't quite understand what to do in the situation, you never had any issues with going to university and it was a complete new scene to deal with.

"I know..It is just.." You let out a sigh of frustration when you noticed the saddened confused look on their faces, it made you feel bad for being a pathetic baby and felt the pent up frustration rising up as your eyes started stinging with tears. "Forget it.. Let's just go to sleep." You started standing up but Natasha grabbed your wrist, "Hey... Talk to us. What's wrong?" Her voice held concern and it only made you feel stupid for even making an issue about something so small.

"It is nothing.. I am fine." You lied but your face told the truth, the tears which stung your eyes now freely making its way down your cheek and Wanda was quick enough to wipe it. "You know what? Let's have some tea in bed and discuss whatever it is that is bothering you."

"I am fine. You don't have to pull a Sheldon on me." You chuckled and she rolled her eyes, "You were just begging to watch another episode of it so suck it." Wanda replied while making her way to the kitchen, "See you two in a bit. Get in bed."

It was not everyday where Wanda would agree to eat or drink something in bed besides her morning black coffee that too would be placed instantly on the side table after each sip so it was a blessing indeed to have the woman bending her rules like that. She even had a huge fight with Natasha over eating in bed and needless to say it didn't end well for you whenever there is trouble in paradise.

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"Okay. So you are really letting us eat too?" Natasha confirmed for the umpteenth time and Wanda rolled her eyes before putting up a fake smile, "If you ask, one more time I swear to God Natasha I will make tomorrow hell for you at work." Wanda threatened and you couldn't help but laugh at Natasha's expression.

"Geez." She took another cookie from the plate while taking a sip of her tea. "I just don't like the sudden change, going back to college again every morning.." You finally decided to break the ice and talk about it.

"Look who's being a Sheldon Cooper now."

"Wanda!" Natasha and you both looked at her in surprise and she looked surprised as well, "I am sorry!" She apologized and you couldn't help but laugh at her remark, getting a jib at you for your earlier comment. It lightened the atmosphere.

"Well..It is understandable..but What is it that is making you dread it?" Wanda asked getting back in character, her tone softening and you rolled your eyes a little with a smile at the presentation and Wanda smacked your thigh lightly.

"I don't know..I haven't given it much of a thought..maybe I just don't want to jump right into that change.. and we are so happy each day and now it is back to that hectic schedule.."

"Maybe you just don't want to leave the comfort of just being us three every day." Natasha pointed out and you shrugged your shoulders not knowing what to say exactly to that because you could sense that it was definitely one of the underlying factors behind it.

"Honestly, I struggle with going to work everyday as well.. especially after weekends when I am so full of contentment, spending every waking second with my favourite women in the world.." Natasha brought your hand to kiss your knuckle and you looked up at her, a little smile forming on your lips seeing the gaze of adoration she held for both you and Wanda, it filled you with a warmth that no tea could.

"I hate going to work.. but then the thought of coming back home to you two again..makes me happy. Makes all of it worth it." Natasha shrugged when Wanda awed at her, you could see a blush forming on Natasha's cheeks, "Who knew you were such a cutie underneath those layers."

"Shut up."

Wanda and you laughed and she turned to you, "I tell you what, you slowly ease yourself back into your routine. We will make a to do list every morning and at lunch I will send Alfred to pick you up. We can spend some time together until you feel ready to fully commit to the hectic schedule..Does that sound good?" Wanda asked and you bit your lip, nodding a little, the to do list she made before summer would always help you segregate tasks and give you boost of reinforcement each time you cross a task.

"And we can also eat out tomorrow."

"Now you are just spoiling her." Wanda told Natasha who rolled her eyes and you laughed at the start of another one of their bickering. "Wrong. I am spoiling both of you." Natasha gave a sloppy kiss on Wanda's cheek and Wanda groaned, "Natasha!! Ew." You didn't miss the opportunity when Natasha gave you a mischievous look and instantly gave Wanda's other cheek and even sloppier kiss and jumped away when she went to hit you.

"I seriously hate you two." She gave the two of you a glare before wiping her cheeks with a tissue, "We love you too, Baby." Natasha smirked and you grinned from ear to ear. Maybe if coming back from college meant this, it won't be that horrifying.

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Hey.. I tried my best. I was feeling up to it but I really hope you liked it and am sorry for a bit of the delay! Hope you are doing good now and if you ever wanna talk my asks are always open !!

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Hello, hello, sorry for bothering, it's the first time I've made an order (+18)🫣, the idea came to me thanks to a bot, I was wondering if you could make one where Wandanat Dom! x passive reader!, Wandanat are mafia bosses and rivals (you can decide to make Wandanat g!p or not, no problem) and they are both having a loud argument in Natasha's office and the reader just walks in without knocking because he had to handing some papers or something to Natasha and Wanda doesn't take her eyes off the reader, which Natasha realizes and well, you could say they make an alliance to turn the reader into a babbling mess and leave him full of fluids. (only if you want and can, obviously no problem and I'm sorry if you don't understand some of the text, English is not my main language, thank you!.🌟)

The Witch and the Widow. | WandaNat

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, fingering, rough Sex, Magic-Penis (🫠), multiple orgasms, overstimulation

Word count: 1,6k

A/n: I change the Gender, because I don't write Male reader :) Hope thats okay!!

Natasha leaned against her desk, her eyes sharp as daggers. Opposite her stood Wanda Maximoff, alias the Scarlet Witch, her gaze equally unyielding. "You think you can just stroll into my territory and take what you want?" Natasha's voice was deep and dangerous, every syllable had a sharp edge.

Wanda smiled mockingly, her fingers drumming casually on the armrest of her chair. "I don't think, Natasha. I know. And if you have a problem with that, we can settle it here and now." Natasha's eyes flashed with anger. "You've always been so sure of yourself, haven't you? But your magic tricks won't save you from a bullet."

Wanda's smile widened, her eyes glowing slightly with power. "And your bullets won't save you from my magic. But let's be honest, Natasha, you won't really pull the trigger, will you?"

The room crackled with unspoken threats, neither woman willing to back down, the weight of their past encounters pressing upon them. Just as the tension seemed unbearable, the door flew open, and you walked in, unaware of the tense situation you had just stumbled into.

"Natasha, I need your signature on these-" You stopped abruptly, your eyes widening as you took in the scene before you. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff in one room? You couldn't believe it.

Wanda's eyes didn't leave you, a slow, predatory smile spreading across her lips. Natasha noticed the change immediately, her own gaze narrowing but her anger abating as she saw the Scarlet Witch's interest in her assistant.

"Interesting.." murmured Natasha, her voice taking on a new..seductive tone. She pushed off from the desk and moved towards you, who stood frozen in place. "It seems you’re a bit distracted. Do I see a hint of jealousy?"

Wanda's smile grew wider, her magic swirling around her fingers. "Perhaps. But I bet I could please her better than you ever could." Natasha's eyes narrowed, her competitive nature flaring up. "Is that a challenge, Maximoff?"

Wanda tilted her head, her smile a mix of mischief and challenge. "Absolutely. Let's see who can bring our little assistant here the most pleasure." Your heart raced, your eyes darting between the two powerful women. Before you could react, the door clicked shut behind you, sealing your fate. Wanda's magic shimmered, and in an instant, both women stood transformed, their intentions clear and undeniable.

Natasha moved first, her hands gliding over your shoulders, her touch firm yet gentle. "Relax, Y/n. Let's be hospitable to our guest, okay, Detka?" Wanda conjured a coin from thin air, her eyes sparkling. "Let's make it fair, Natasha. Heads or tails?" Natasha's eyes gleamed with challenge. "Heads."

Wanda tossed the coin, and it spun in the air before landing in her hand. "Tails. Looks like I go first." She approached you, her eyes burning with desire. Her magic caressed your skin, making you shiver with anticipation. "Don't be afraid, sweetheart. I've got you."

Wanda's touch was both gentle and demanding, her fingers gliding over your body, eliciting soft sighs and moans from you. Natasha watched, her own desire burning but also noting your every reaction, every quiver of pleasure.

Wanda leaned in, her breath hot against your ear. "Do you feel that? How my magic envelops you, making every touch feel like fire?" You could only whimper, your body arching into Wanda's touch. Wanda's fingers slid deeper, teasing the edges of your clothing before slipping underneath. Your breath hitched as Wanda's fingers found their target.

Natasha's eyes darkened with desire and frustration. "Time to raise the stakes." She came closer, her hands exploring your body alongside Wanda's. You were sandwiched between them, your mind reeling from the intensity of their combined touch.

Wanda's magic flowed, enveloping you and amplifying every sensation. Her touch became more insistent, driving you to the edge. The magic enhanced every one of her movements, her fingers exploring your most sensitive spots with unerring precision. Your body arched and writhed, your moans growing louder as Wanda pushed you closer to the edge. Her lips found your neck, her teeth grazing the delicate skin, sending shivers down your spine. "Do you like that?" Wanda whispered, her voice a husky purr. "Tell me how it feels."

"It..it f-feels.." Your voice was a breathless gasp, your words barely coherent. "So good..please.." Wanda's smile was triumphant as she continued her ministrations, her magic pulsing in time with your heartbeat. "That's it. Let go. Come for me."

As you came down from your climax, Wanda stepped back, a satisfied smile on her lips. "Your turn." Natasha's eyes burned with desire and determination. She positioned herself in front of you, her hands gliding over your flushed skin. "Let's see if Wanda's magic can match my skills, hm?"

Natasha's touch was expert, her hands and lips exploring every inch of your body with practiced ease. She knew exactly how to drive you to the edge, her competitive nature pushing her to outdo Wanda. Your body still trembled from your previous orgasm, and Natasha could feel the residual pleasure radiating from your skin.

"God, you're so sensitive.." Natasha murmured, her lips brushing your ear. Her fingers found their way to your core, her touch firm and insistent. Your breath hitched, your body arching into Natasha's hand. The other hand cupped your breast, her thumb teasing the sensitive nipple. Your moans grew louder, your body eagerly responding to Natasha's touch.

Wanda watched, her eyes dark with desire and a hint of jealousy again. She could see your pleasure building, and she didn't want Natasha to win so easily. With a wave of her hand, Wanda's magic slowed down every sensation for you.

Natasha noticed the change, her eyes narrowing. "Cheating, Wanda? I thought you were better than that." Natasha's touch became more insistent, her fingers moving in a rhythm that had you writhing and gasping. "Come for me, Y/n, let us show her." Natasha whispered, and your body tensed, your mind lost in a haze of pleasure and ecstasy. With one final, shuddering cry, you came again, your orgasm even more intense than the last. Natasha held you close, her touch gentle as you rode the waves of pleasure.

As your breath began to steady, Natasha slowly withdrew, her eyes meeting Wanda's with a mix of satisfaction and challenge. "Top that."

Wanda's magic shimmered again, and this time, she conjured a Dick for herself, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. Natasha's eyes darkened with lust and competition. Wanda's magic pulsed once more, and Natasha also felt the transformation, a hard, throbbing length appearing between her legs. "You're welcome, Romanoff."

Your eyes widened, your body trembling with anticipation and a hint of fear. "W-Wait..! I n-need a break.." Wanda's hand caressed your cheek, her touch soothing. "Oh, but we're just getting started."

She positioned herself behind you, her hands firm on your hips. "Deep breaths, sweetheart." She eased in slowly, her length filling you inch by inch. You gasped, your body tensing at the sensation, "Relax.." Wanda murmured, her voice a soothing purr. "You can take it."

Natasha watched, her eyes dark with desire as she stroked herself, waiting for her turn again. Wanda began to move, her thrusts slow and measured, each one driving you closer to the edge. Your moans filled the room, your body responding eagerly to her movements.

"She's so tight," Wanda groaned, her pace quickening "feels so fucking good!" Natashas desire flared, and she moved closer, her hand joining Wandas on your body. "Hurry up, Wanda."

Wanda's thrusts became more urgent, her competitive spirit driving her to push you to new heights of pleasure. Your cries grew louder, your body writhing with each powerful movement. Her hands gripped your hips firmly, her nails digging into the soft flesh,

"C-Come on, sweetheart.." Wanda urged, "I want to feel you come around me.." Your breath hitched, your body teetering on the edge, "I can't..it's too much- o-oh my god!!"

Wanda's magic flared, amplifying every sensation coursing through your body. "You can do it. Just let go.." With a final, powerful thrust, Wanda sent you over the edge for the third time.. Your body convulsed, your cries echoing through the room as you were overwhelmed by a powerful orgasm.

As your breathing began to steady, Wanda slowly withdrew, her eyes meeting Natashas, "Ya chuvstvuyu sebya khorosho segodnya, davay porabotayem vmeste." (I feel good today, let's work together.)

You just notice how suddenly two more eyes are looking at you. "Let's see how you handle both of us."

Hours passed, and the two of them took turns over and over. The sensation was overwhelming, each thrust driving you closer to the edge. Your cries grew louder, your body a trembling bundle of pleasure and ecstasy.

With one final, shuddering cry, you came again. Your body convulsing with the intensity of your orgasm. Wanda and Natasha moved in perfect harmony, their own pleasure building as they drove you to new heights.

As they reached their peak, Wanda and Natasha moaned together, their release mixing as they filled you with their fluids. Your body shuddered, your cries echoing through the room as you were pushed over the edge one last time.

Breathless and exhausted, Natasha and Wanda collapsed beside you, their rivalry temporarily forgotten in the face of their shared victory.

"We'll call it a draw.." murmured Natasha, her voice exhausted. Wanda nodded, a satisfied smile on her lips. "For now." You lay between them, your body shaking from the aftereffects of the pleasure. You could barely speak, your mind overwhelmed by the intensity of the experience.

They both smiled, their hands gently caressing your flushed skin. "Just wait until next time.." Natasha whispered, her voice full of promise and Wanda's eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Next time there will be a clear winner."

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