Ride
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Request: 28, 37 & 64 with Wan? R is in love with Wanda but Wanda is between R and Vision and every time R tries to talk to her about it Wanda just gives excuses and R feels like Wanda just like her for the sex but Wan realizes she's in love too.
Word Count: 2815
28. âI donât want to hear your excuses anymore.â
37. âYouâre n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?â
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Vision is - a good guy. Heâs the kind of guy that any woman could date and be certain that heâd never hurt them. Heâs reliable and polite, and nice to talk to. Heâs a good friend, and even a better partner to have in the field.Â
Heâs been in love with Wanda for the entirety of his existence. You donât think he even knew what love was when he fell for her, and still.Â
They make a good looking couple, and Wanda seems to fit in his arms. Especially when theyâre dancing like theyâre currently doing.Â
Thereâs a part of you that wants to desperately go over there and ask him to remove his hands from Wandaâs waist, but sheâs not your girlfriend and youâre not generally a jealous person.Â
Still, jealousy beats underneath your skin and you donât like it. You donât like it at all.Â
Before Wanda, and before you got tangled in this situation, you used to despise jealous people and the feeling as a whole. You didnât quite understand it either, and you often thought that jealousy was just a response to insecurity.Â
There is no room for insecurities with Wanda, you know exactly where youâre standing with her. You two are not in a relationship, and you hate to feel possessive of her but you also canât help it. Just looking at Vision touching her, as innocent as he does now -as he always does-, is enough to drive you mad.Â
You turn in your seat, trying to spare yourself from the visuals any longer.
Usually youâd be enjoying a night like tonight. You like to dress up, put on some make up, do you hair and pick a nice outfit to wear. You should be mingling, trying to befriend whatever new person Tony is trying to impress, because thatâs what these little parties serve for after all.Â
Tonight you sit by the bar by yourself, nursing a drink and although dressed to the nines, you donât feel like talking to anyone.Â
âCan I get some water?â You havenât even noticed the music changing, even less so Wanda approaching the bar.Â
She looks radiant, of course. Her cheeks are flushed the slightest bit, you guess from all that dancing, and sheâs smiling widely when she meets your eyes and youâre pulled into her orb immediately.Â
âHi.â You smile and her smile twists into something else, something more meaningful and private.Â
âHi.â She husks out, her voice dropping lower as she walks closer to you and takes the glass of whiskey from your hands to take a drink, her eyes never leaving yours.Â
âThirsty?â You ask as she gently gives the glass back and takes a discrete step backwards.Â
She very openly checks you out, her eyes traveling from your face and taking every inch of you where you sit before she meets your stare again. You donât shy away from her, but you do have - other reactions.Â
âVery.â She nods with a sly grin that does inexplicable things to you.Â
You breathe in deeply, perhaps in a weak attempt to get a grip of yourself, and you take the opportunity to really look at her too.Â
Sheâs wearing a casual loose black mini dress that looks ridiculously good on her, and that does nothing to conceal the curves you know are under it. Her high heels make her legs look longer than usual, and her hair is down in soft meticulous waves that mixed with that smile, give her an angelic yet sensual appearance altogether.Â
âYou look amazing.â You smile when you meet her eyes, and she raises an eyebrow in amusement.Â
âI feel like youâre talking to my legs.â She says with humor, and you become incredibly desperate to kiss that smile off her lips.Â
âWell, obviously.â You reach out as she laughs and you take her hand to pull her closer to you. She wraps one arm around your shoulders and even kisses your cheek, all normal things that can be taken as two friends interacting and nothing more.Â
âYou look really hot with this.â She whispers, close to your ear, and her hand running down the front of your blazer.Â
You swallow with difficulty as she steps backwards again, this time to take the water the waiter has finally brought her.Â
She drinks her water and you become entranced with the movement of her throat, and the way her lips stay wet after she puts the glass down.Â
Your stomach begins to ache when you canât control the desire you feel for her, and all that ache slowly travels southwards and you donât think you can wait another minute to have her.Â
âCome on.â You take her hand and you donât wait to hear an answer, although sheâs laughing as she practically jogs behind you to keep up as you pull her out of the suite and towards the elevators.Â
The moment the doors of the elevator slide closed youâre kissing her. Sheâs about to tell you something when you do, and you catch her open mouth in a delicious and drowning kiss.Â
She moans softly as she wraps her arms around your shoulders, and you push her against the metal wall.Â
You kiss her fully, your hands on her waist as the taste of her cherry lip gloss invades your senses. Even more so when you let your hands travel further down her body and you donât feel any other fabric under her dress.Â
âYouâre n-not ,um, w-wearing anything under this, are you..?â You ask against her lips, your throat now dry while you think about her walking and dancing all night long like this.Â
âWhy donât you find out.â She husks, her lips gracing yours as she speaks and you feel your knees go weak.Â
You swallow with difficulty as your brain short circuits. Your stomach is tied in knots and youâre pretty sure that youâve never felt as turned on as you feel right now.Â
âWe need to get to my room.â You tell her with urgency, and she smiles provocatively.Â
âYouâre taking me to bed?â She asks with an innocent smile that doesnât fool you at all.Â
âWho said anything about a bed?â You retort as you run your hands down her legs, scratching her skin lightly as she combs your hair back with her fingers and you kiss her again.Â
You kiss her until the doors slide open, and sheâs pushing you lightly with a beautiful smile on her raw kissed lips.
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You remove her dress as soon as your bedroom door falls shut behind you, and she laughs at your impatience. You, on the other hand, are not laughing at all because she hasnât been wearing a thing beneath that dress and the realization makes your skin prickle.Â
âYouâre such a bad girl.â You tell her as you guide her towards your bed.Â
âOnly because I know you love it.â She teases you, licking your lips and your jaw before she steps backwards and lays on your bed willingly. âWell? Are you gonna make me beg?â
You stare at her and you canât believe her audacity. A few minutes ago she was dancing with a man who she knows is in love with her, and now sheâs here, wet and ready for you to do whatever you want with her.Â
You donât make her beg. You could never. No, you live to give her whatever she wants. You yearn to make her cum as many times as she can resist.Â
Your face between her legs and your lips wrapped around her clit, you have the pleasure of making her cum and hearing her moan your name, over and over again.Â
While she catches her breath you get rid of your clothes, and then you immediately lay on top of her, wanting to feel her body against yours and desperate for a little release yourself.Â
âBaby.â She whispers against your ear as she wraps you in her arms, and accommodates your thigh between her legs while pushing hers against your wet heat. âYouâre so wet. I love it.âÂ
Her easy laughter makes your chest flutter, and you kiss her cheek as you try to find a rhythm with your hips.Â
âOf course you do.â You smile and she gasps when you push your hips particularly hard.Â
âI want to taste you.â She rolls on top of you, and kisses you needly before she kisses down your body wantonly.Â
She doesnât make you beg either, and the visual of her between your thighs, eyes locked with yours as she eats you out without holding back in the slightest, is enough to push you towards the edge.Â
Youâre laughing when you come back to your senses, and sheâs already peppering your face with sweet kisses and a wide grin on her lips.Â
âWanna put on the strap for me?â She asks mischievously, biting her bottom lip as she waits for an answer.Â
âWhat are you thinking?â You ask as you roll the two of you in bed again. Your lips kissing her cheeks, her jaw, her lips.
âIâm thinking - â she cups your face, a devilish smile on her lips. âYou look really well under me and I really want to ride you.â
You swallow thickly, and the next second youâre promptly getting the strap.Â
The process of getting it on catches you both in a fit of laughter, but is comfortable and familiar, and youâre caught thinking that youâve never had this feeling of belonging with anyone before.Â
âLay down and do nothing.â She instructs you when youâre ready, and you swiftly follow her orders.
You watch her take the toy in her hands as she sits on her heels beside you, that smile never leaving her lips as she strokes the fake dick and sends shots of pleasure directly to your clit each time she moves.Â
âYou want me to suck you?â She asks and you laugh as she moves to sit on your thighs, her hands never stilling.Â
âI kinda do.â You nod and she leans forward to plant a sweet kiss on your lips before she crawls down the bed.Â
To say that watching her give you a blowjob is the most bizarre thing youâve ever seen, would be a poor understatement. Not that you donât use the strap often, you do, whenever you feel like it. But sheâs never offered to suck you before, and you think you might have been missing out.Â
Thereâs something about her and her lips as she bobs her head up and down, her eyes never leaving yours as she struggles to breathe and stubbornly wanting to take the whole thing in her mouth at once.Â
But thereâs a moment when she comes out for air and she looks at you, and you think you canât wait another second before youâre inside of her, and she seems to have the same thought.Â
Grabbing her hand you pull her up and kiss her messily, and almost desperately. She moves to straddle you and you both work on lining the toy with her entrance before she sinks down on it with a heavy sigh and trembling body.Â
For a few seconds she just sits there, and you try to stay still. Her head is thrown back, her hands squeezing your thighs behind her as she swallows and breathes in and out.Â
You watch her and you know you want her. You want her for good, for yourself and you need to tell her that.Â
When she finally moves her hips and her eyes meet yours again, you know you love her and you think she might love you too.Â
She wasnât kidding when she said she wanted to ride you. She does that enthusiastically for a little while, and when you grab her and roll on top of her, she moans out your name in the most delightful way.Â
Her nails are digging on your back as you thrust your hips and fuck her against your mattress as hard as you possible can.Â
And when she cums, a tidal wave of pleasure showers you as well, and you cum along with her.Â
âI want you.â You tell her as you look up, the toy still buried in her.Â
âAgain?â She asks breathlessly and amusedly.
âI want you, Wanda. I want to be with you, and I want to be the only person in your life.â You tell her and her smile drops.Â
âLetâs not do this tonight, please.â She seems to beg, her hands on your face now, trying to placate you like sheâs done many times before.Â
âI love you, and I want more than this. I deserve more than this.â
She looks away, still trying to catch her breath and pushes you off of her to be able to get out of bed.Â
For a moment all you can feel is rejection, but you take a deep breath as she hurries to grab her dress from the floor and you get up too.Â
You throw the damn strap away and you pick up a long shirt and put it on, if only to maintain some sort of dignity in the upcoming exchange.Â
âDonât you dare to leave like this.â You tell her when you see her grabbing her heels and heading for the door.
âWhat do you want me to say?â She asks you and you walk closer to her. Her hair is a mess, her makeup is smudged and if she walks out right now you have no doubt that anyone who sees her will know what she was just doing.Â
âAnything.â You shrug and you see tears gathering in her eyes. âBut you canât just walk away after I told you I love you for the very first time.â
âI really donât want to ruin this.â She tells you, and her words confuse you.
âHow would you ruin this?â
âI always ruin what I love.â She says and you take her hands, letting her heels fall on the ground.Â
There it is.Â
âThat wonât happen with us.â You assure her gently. âYouâre my favorite person, and I love you.â
She chuckles when you say that and you go back to feel light, in a way.Â
âAnd I want to be with you. For real this time. Donât get me wrong, I love the sex. Weâre very good at having it, but I want more and something tells me that you do too.â
She doesnât say anything for a beat, and thatâs how you know youâve hit a point.Â
âWe will fight.â She argues weakly, and you peck her lips. âWe will yell.â
âAnd then weâll have make up sex. Thatâs like, the best sex out there.â You counter, and she laughs. âYou love me?âÂ
âI do.â She nods, her voice soft and honest. She kisses you this time and even presses herself closer to you, so much so that you can feel her heart beating against your own chest.Â
âThen no more excuses. We can do this.â You smile and kiss her again. She smiles, her hands on your face as she nods.Â
âIâll have to talk to Vision.â She realizes and you kiss her again.Â
âSo thatâs that?â You ask with a smile. âWeâre together now?â
âWe are.â She nods and you pick her up and twirl her twice. Youâre both laughing when her feet touch the ground again, and things seem to fall back into place. Youâre you again. Â
âLet him down gently.â You suggest and she takes a deep breath before taking off her dress one more time, and heading straight to your closet and then your bed.Â
Sheâs familiar with your room, she knows where everything is, and sheâs stopped asking to borrow your clothes a while ago. You watch her put on some shorts before she looks at you again.Â
âI will. Heâs such a nice guy.â She says as she throws your comforter to the ground, and you take a clean one from the closet.Â
âHe really is.â You agree, as you both get under the new comforter.Â
âAre we bad people?âÂ
âMaybe.â
Youâll think about that in the morning, right now you want nothing more than to cuddle your new girlfriend and have a good nightâs sleep.Â
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The Bed Issue - Wanda Maximoff Oneshots
Summary: Another retake of Wandavision, this time, the scene with the two single beds.
Warnings: (+18) pure smut, enchanted strap, fingering, creampie, wanda is in charge but r tops, dirty talking, some typical Westview angst (brief reality alteration) but purely sinful | Words: 3.284k
A/N-> At this point, I feel I should start a new collection with all the scenes I rewrote. I miss writing series people, where are my ideas. Also, sorry if there are too many spelling errors, I wrote this on my phone (it's hard to be poor and busy). But good reading!
General Masterlist | AO3
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The sign of two single beds in the room made you giggle right away.
Wanda, who walked in first, looked back at you with curiosity. Her gaze scanned your face as she asked: âWhat's funny, darling?â
Your eyes found her and a deep sigh escaped your lips, the ghost of that giggle still present in your expression.Â
âThe beds, Wanda.â You replied quickly, almost offended she couldn't see the absurdity of that. Maybe she was playing innocent. Or at least, that's what her confused gaze looked like. Another sign escaped you. âWhy would a married couple sleep on different beds, side by side?â
âWell, IâŠâ but she cut herself mid-sentence, her gaze shifted as if she realized that really didn't make any sense. âI guess you're right.â
The bed moved as quickly as her fingers - the wood jumping to the side to connect and transform into one bed. You smile, moving forward to kiss your wife's cheek.
âLovely tricks as always, darling.â You praise, catching the soft color rising up her skin before you step to the bathroom. But you comment again, giggling: âHow odd that was, two beds.â
Distracted by your own joke, you didn't catch Wanda's shoulder tension. And she could only force a smile, giving a quick gaze at your figure brushing your teeth while mentality praying that for the sake of her poor heart, you wouldn't notice any other weirdness tonight.
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A stupid tree.
A stupid tree branch against the window and things got out of hand completely. At least this time, in a good sense of things.
That is because Wanda found herself pressed into the bed, giggling at our bold hands under her clothes.
She remembers this teasing all too well. Beyond the sexual tension, and the teenage hormones, there was intimacy. You could always make her laugh, no matter the situation. Often, you would do that in inappropriate ones that's for sure. Just for the satisfaction of making her blush deeply when apologizing to whoever was around to testify you making a mess out of her. And then when in a situation like tonight, where it was too hard to breathe and too warm for a coherent thought - teasing fingers where she had tickles was the perfect way to ease her anxiety. To anchor her back and remember it's just you. Her best friend. Warming your way around her skin.
But things were a little - a lot - different in Westview. Neither of you knows why or how, or better saying, Wanda knew to a different extent than you.
When she brought the covers up your bodies, taking the lead for the night and expecting to meet your eagerness to kiss her again, she was met with more giggles.
She stared down at your shiny eyes, leaning into the hand you brought to her cheek.
âIt's too warm here.â You let her know softy, and yes, Wanda was quite aware. Kissing you was more than enough to heat her entirely, but doing this under the covers was a challenge. She could feel the sweat starting to drip. She was ready to say she didn't mind, maybe even kiss you to change the subject when you added: âWhy would you cover us anyway, darling? There's no one watching.â
It was meant to be a joke, obviously. You don't know. You couldn't know. And your eyes were innocent and your smile was sincere and Wanda hesitated.
Your hand remains on her cheek, the caress never stopping.
âDid I say something wrong? Where did you go just now?âÂ
She went outside. Outside the hex, all the way to monitors transmitting her sitcom of a fake life. But not really. Because she didn't consciously know about any of this. Yet, some part of her mind did know, and all the TVs that once exhibited her little show, now hold a Stand By sign.Â
Wanda was the one who threw the covers aside. The fresh air was well welcome but you're now distracted with the gorgeous woman moving to straddle your hips.
âYou're right, there's no one watching.â She says with the same urgency she burst open your pajama shirt. You don't understand the rush, but she looks too pretty for you to disagree. And Wanda purrs at the sight of your naked skin, biting her lips like a naughty child. âI missed you.â
You chuckle breathlessly, some confusion in your eyes. âI was with you all day.â
She shook her head, deciding now to control her tongue. If she doesn't want you questioning, she needs to stop saying things like this. So she forces a smile, shifting against your hips in a way that makes your breath catch in your throat. âI always miss my wife, I mean. Whenever she's not touching me.â
Even though you offer her a grin, there's a blush in your cheeks that goes down your chest and Wanda suddenly doesn't feel like talking anymore.
A feeling you two seem to share as you bring a hand to her face only to pull her down at you again. It's a heated kiss. With tongue and breathy whispers that turn her into needy sounds.Â
Even without the covers, it's soon too hot to keep clothes on.Â
You're the one who takes her nightgown off. Pulling down as your tongues dance together, until the item no longer hides the tits you started to play it.Â
Wanda's eyes are tightly closed as your mouth sucks her nipple. Your hand plays with the other while she struggles to breathe.Â
Her top needs to go, but so does all the other clothing. The nightgown barely reached the floor and you're already pulling at her soaked panties, eager to feel her inside.
âNeed this off you now, witchy.â The nickname makes her gasp. You haven't used it until now and it has been way too long since she heard. Since you-Â
No. No thinking about this, not now.
She forces herself back to the present, an easy task when she feels every inch of her skin burning with your touch. She needs to move away to take the item off but your hands hold her tight by the waist at the mere attempt of breaking apart.
She giggles breathlessly, aware of the new wave of wetness that dripped down with the feeling of your strong hands manhandling her back at her position, keeping her restless hips still. âBut you said you wanted it off.â She tries to ration, receiving only a growl in return. The next second, when your hands shift, the item is torn off her without ceremony.Â
âHey! It was my favorite.â She pouts in protest but you merely give her a husky chuckle.
âI'm sure you can fix it.â Comes as a teasing answer that Wanda couldn't contradict even if she wanted to - all previous thoughts are gone when your fingers reach her front and penetrate between her warm folds without a warning. You groan at the delirious feeling of her pussy against your fingertips while Wanda whimpers at the ceiling, trying to get used to the sudden invasion.
âFuck, you're so tight.â Your remark with a sultry voice against her ear. Wanda's arm circles your shoulder for some support while she feels the stretch of your fingers inside her. It's been a while since last time but dear God how she missed this. Her hips move on instinct and you have to chuckle at her impatience with herself. Your free hand moves to her lower back, caressing her skin while your fingers start to press your way inside her.
âEasy darling, I got you.â You guide, too deeply for her to give you any replies other than pleas and whimpers. The position might not be the most comfortable for you but it's amazing to her. Wanda can grind down and ride your fingers as she pleases and you can feel how close she's coming to her climax so you don't dare to stop. Your thumb moves to her clit, circling the nerve and she nearly loses it. The bedroom lights start to flash with the build of this orgasm and you stare at her in amazement only to be rewarded with her gorgeous flushed face while she grinds into your hand in nearly despair.
âFuck you're so beautiful.â You gasp, increasing the speed. The depth. Wanda breaks in a sob, her back arching. The first one is a charm. Your name is being screamed at the ceiling while you feel her wetness dripping down your hand. Unfortunately - or fortunately - it only makes you crave her more. She's still recovering from the intensity of this climax, all sweaty and flushed when you shift your hand. You're still inside her tight walls and your fingers start to pick up a pace again. She squeaks at the overstimulation, but her protest dies in your tongue sucking hers when you kiss her again.
Wanda's almost too distracted by the filthy of this kiss to notice how quickly her second climax is building - almost. There's a bite against your bottom lip that makes you groan when she breaks the kiss, unable to keep it up. Her hands grab at you for some grounding when she feels how close she is to come, stronger than the last time. You feel her nails piercing your skin when her orgasm washes over her and it's your time to moan at her ear.
Her body goes limp for a moment after this. It was two intense orgasms in a row after all. She just needs to take a breath.Â
You move your fingers out, sucking them clean and murmuring satisfied at her taste while Wanda struggles to recognize her surroundings.
When you can hold her with both hands again, you nuzzle at her cheek.
âEnjoying yourself, witchy?â You dare to tease her when she can feel how she's still leaking in your lap. Honestly, the nerve. Wanda let out a deep breath, pushing her momentarily tiredness away.Â
There's an easy smile on her lips when she finds your eyes again. âI am but I've been so selfish.â She starts with a particular accentuation of her ascent that she knows you drive you insane. She also watches as your breath catches and your eyes drift to her lips, mesmerized by every word. âYou must be needing me as well.â
But you tense at her nails screeching your belly, a worried frown coming at your expression.
âWanda⊠my powers.â The fear in your eyes is like a cold buck of water. Oh, yes, she forgot.
For the whole day, she forgot you had no idea of the life you two shared. Nothing outside Westview and this lovely fantasy. None of the creative ways you two once used to bypass the super strength issue. Your fear and hesitation at hurting her made perfect sense but the fact that she was the only one who could remember the whole history you two shared was still painful. Her expression probably gave her away and confused you even more. âI promise you this is more than enough for me. Bringing you pleasure is enough.â You add gently, but Wanda shakes her head, leaning in to kiss you. She leaves you breathlessly before breaking apart, taking some pride in the way you're blushing.
âDon't be silly, darling, there's plenty of things for us to do together. To please one another.â You gulp at her words and tone of voice, eyes following all of her movements. From the shift of her hips to the teasing of her fingers on the way down your pants. âI wanna try something I think you'll love it. Do you trust me?â
You nod immediately, watching as Wanda's fingers play with the hem of your pants. She giggles naughty at your anticipation and brings one finger up to your chin, to make you look at her eyes again.Â
âCan you use your words?â
âY-yeah.â You swallow, trying to win some composure back. It's not easy when Wanda Maximoff is naked and sitting on your tight. But you smile anyway. âOf course I trust you, witchy.â
She smiles at you, her eyes flashing a glimmer of naughtiness that makes your heart leap. You can't worry too much about that anyway - Wanda leans in to kiss you again. And it's the dirtiest one of the night. She takes the lead, pulling back now and then just to tease your tongue with the tip of hers, reveling at the way you pant and struggle to keep your hips still.Â
But suddenly, you feel the new pressure inside your pants. The odd sensation shifts your attention entirely but Wanda brings her hands to your neck and kisses you hard. You moan into her tongue, hands holding her tight by the waist until her spell is complete. She presses down into you and the kiss is broken with your needy awareness.
âF-fuck, is thatâŠ?â You open surprised and aroused eyes at her, looking down where your middles connect only to watch Wanda's equal affected state. Her trembling hands reach down at your pants, trying to pull the garment off.
âYeah, and I really need you inside now, alright baby? Think you're ready for me?â Her words are rushed as her fingers. Your pants and underwear are stuck in an awkward position on your thighs because Wanda is too impatient to wait another second. She grabs the hardness - barely giving you time to get used to the image or more important the feeling - of that scarlet strap magically placed there - before she sinks down.
It's a form of revenge, maybe. For the way you didn't give her time to prepare before, but what a sweet revenge that was.
The nearly animalistic grunt that escaped you when Wanda's cunt squeezed around you was a sound you didn't know you could make. She, on the other hand, rewards your ears with a pleasant deep moan while she adjusts to the fullness. There's also a new stretch. The toy is obviously larger than your fingers and goes deliciously deeper so Wanda needs to take a deep breath while she welcomes you in.
To her delight, not that you can remember this, but just like the first time you two tried, it's too much of a new overwhelming pleasure for you to handle. You came almost the same second you're bottom up. Tensing and shaking at the new feeling. You gasp, hands falling at the sides to grab the sheets that are torn apart while you hide your face into her neck and your climax washes over you.
Wanda giggles in amusement. The hot shot inside her feels as good as she remembers and you haven't changed. But the toy softening causes you to panic.
âS-sorry, god, I'm so sorry. I don't-â
âShh, it's okay.â She cuts your anxious babbling immediately, firming her legs around you and bringing her hands to hold your cheeks. âI know it feels like a real one, but it's not a real one.â She says and without any warning, grinds down at you, stealing all the air of your lungs. Wanda bites her lip before adding âSee? You're hard again already.â
You can't give her words. The only thing that leaves your mouth is a whine that makes her clench around you.Â
Suddenly, she's moving. Rough grinding before she's undeniably riding your strap and it's dirty and maddeningly sexy so your hands hold her hips and help her when her body starts to betray her wishes to keep going.Â
âOh, Wanda, you feel so nice.â You moan with your eyes closed, outside the shared grunts and your words, the only sounds of the room are the bed creaking and the soaked toy coming in and out of her. Your lovely wife decides to give you a reason to be louder. Her hands push you back at the bed and now you can see her in all of her glory. Her pretty tits bounce with the hard pace she takes on top of you. âW-wait. Easy, I can't hold it if you-âÂ
Her hands move yours - trying to slow her by the waist - away, locking your fingers together at each side of your head. Her hair makes a curtain for your faces but Wanda kisses you again. Your tongues are still moving together when you come first.Â
Because you're strong - stronger than her that is - scarlet magic holds you still, wrists and ankles when Wanda can't. She holds her climax just a little longer, enough to put on a show for your breathless figure under her when you are able to look up at it.Â
It's divine when it occurs - The silent scream, her frown before the blissed worn-out expression. The flags of the light, the room vibrating and her eyes bright red before the dark green meets your gaze again.
She smiles down at you, still shaking but somehow ready for another.
âEnjoying yourself aren't you, Avenger?â she repeats your words from before, but the nickname so often used for teasing makes you frown in confusion.
âWhat isâŠ? But she changed that before you could finish the question.Â
As quickly as it happened, the scene shifted as if the words never left her lips. You were staring at her, with uneven breathing and adoring eyes.
âIs this really necessary?â For a second, her heart leaped in fear. The possibility that you could tell she altered things. But your gaze shifted to the magic holding you still, and you offered her a pleading stare. âWonât you let me touch you?â
Wanda sighs, adjusting your hips and seeing the way your jaw tenses at the slight movement. You're still inside her, always magically stimulated to be hard no matter how many times you come. It made sense that you might be sensitive.
She bit her bottom lip, hands resting on your chest.
âBut you look so pretty like thisâŠâ She starts, leaning in as if going for a kiss. You sigh as her lips meet your cheeks instead, closing your eyes when you feel her smiling before moving down. âI like having you at my mercy.â
You hum, somewhat distracted by her soft grind against you. If you're hard again, that's not only the magic to blame but Wanda's warm pussy squeezing you still.
âBut I'm like this all the time.â you joke earning a husky giggle before she puts some distance between your faces again.
You let out a deep sigh when she pulls out the next second, catching her own soft groan at the emptiness. But your words fail you when you look down and see the mixed cum leaking from her and dripping down your abs.
Cursing under your breath a single âfuck.â at the image, you are not surprised at Wanda's naughty giggle.
âYou made such a mess, babe.â She teases, the toy still vibrating and it occurs to you that it doesn't just answer to your arousal, but hers as well.Â
âMe? You're the one who, you know⊠ride it. I didn't even know I would come through it.â You tried to defend yourself with rosy cheeks but Wanda is clearly teasing you. She giggles again, adjusting herself and causing you to shut up immediately.Â
âI think you should stop babbling and start cleaning your mess.â
You swallow hard when you realize she's still moving. Up towards your face. The bed makes a strong crack sound when you use all your strength to pull your hands free from her magic chains.
Wanda allows you to break free. Mainly because she loves to feel your hands holding her thighs open when you eat her out.
Some old habits never die.
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Beautiful Stranger
You Thought That You Were the Boss Tonight, but I Can Put Up One Good Fight (3)
Mommy!Wanda x Beefy!Fem!Reader
Summary: Your best friend has invited you out to a party and has also told you to try and bring your new girlfriend.
Word Count: 2.5K
Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Alcohol and drug consumption, W eats R out, R uses a strap on W, W is called Mommy, R is called Daddy, Dom/sub dynamics
A/N: Here you go have a party scene
September 13, 2023
âHey! Y/N!â You hear your best friend, Yelena, call as she catches up to you in the quad.Â
âHey Lena, whatâs up?â We were headed to the same class; English. Â
âThereâs a party this weekend that Stark is throwing. Are you finally going to come or are you babysitting again?â She asks as the two of you walk and you huff, rolling your eyes.
âNot this weekend Lena, the boys are going to their dads and itâs a bit more than babysitting at this point. I told you that.â Lena laughs.
âIâm messing with you. If they wonât be there this weekend you should convince this hot milf youâre banging to join us.â You punch Lena giving her a dead arm as she hisses in pain. âFuck jeez I canât even joke with you about it.âÂ
âYes because you know I actually like her Lena. Itâs not just about banging the hot mom next door.â You remind her and she smiles, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.Â
âI know, so convince her so we can all meet her.â You roll your eyes.
âI doubt sheâll want to Lena. Iâm sure her party days are over and done with, besides she canât even drink.â You mention off handedly.
âWhy not?â
âSheâs pre-â You stop yourself realizing you didnât mention before that Wanda is currently pregnant and youâre banging her. Let's just add that to your list of kinks as Lenaâs eyes widen. âDonât. Lena. Fuck. Stop! Donât look at me like that!â She has this shit eating smirk on her face.Â
âLook at you like what detka? Like youâre totally into older milfâs who are also pregnant and thatâs why none of us could ever dream of getting you off? Did I forget anything?â You donât dare tell Lena that she calls you Daddy when the two of you fuck.Â
âThatâs it Iâm gonna murder you and Iâll make it look like a goddamn accident Lena.â You say through gritted teeth.
âFine, fine! I give! I wonât mention it, but if she says no at least let me meet her? I do actually care if sheâs treating you right and not just using you.â
âShe would never Lena...sheâs incredibly sweet and kind and caring and loving and....â Lena starts making gagging noises. âWhy do I even bother?â You start walking ahead of her. As she scrambles to catch back up and apologize, but, you decide to ignore her.
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âHey Wands?â You ask as she makes dinner, the boys occupied in the living room by TV and video games.Â
âYes pretty girl?â She flicks her eyes to you as she prepares vegetables for a roast sheâs making.
âI got invited to a party on Friday,â Wanda nods, listening as you speak, but concentrating on the vegetables sheâs cutting. âand my best friend Lena said since the boys are going to Visâs this weekend that we should both go...I know itâs a college party and Iâm sure you have no intent in partying with any of us, but my friends want to meet this mysterious woman I always talk about,â You feel your face heat up, âI told Lena you probably wouldnât want to go, so if you donât want to thatâs fine and we can-â
âIs it important to you?â She cuts me off.
âI mean you meeting my friends is important, but it doesnât have to be the party Lena said-â
âThen we can go to the party.â She cut you off again, but you're surprised by her answer so much that you canât even be mad.Â
âYou want to meet my friends?â You ask, tilting your head, eyebrows knit in confusion as Wanda stops what sheâs doing, moving around the island to stand between your legs, resting her arms on your shoulders.
âOf course I do sweet girl. I want to be a part of your life. Every part of it and that includes meeting your friends even if itâs some college party and I havenât partied since I was your age sweet girl.â She kisses you tenderly and the boys make noises at us.Â
âGo back to your show boys. Mommyâs busy.â Wanda gives them a look and the boys giggle. We had told them yesterday morning about us after what had happened the previous night. You laugh with the boys and eventually so does Wanda.
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Wanda wears a green off the shoulder frilled and layered dress that falls to her mid thigh. You look her over and before she can even say anything as she looks herself over in the mirror You come up behind her, wrapping your arms just under her belly which the dress hides nicely as she decided she didnât want your friends other than Lena you told her you had accidentally let it slip. Wanda wasnât mad thankfully.Â
âYou look amazing beautiful girl.â You kiss her neck, her hair is flowing in waves over her shoulders and her make-up is impeccable.Â
âYou think so?âÂ
âI know so. Iâm looking at you and it kind of makes me wanna skip the party and just fuck you all night with my cock.â You whisper in her ear.Â
âMmmm donât threaten me with a good time.â She turns around, kissing you gently, not wanting to smudge her lipstick. You see her look over your outfit, you have decided to wear black skinny jeans, a white crop top and a cropped leather jacket that just barely falls past your tits. Your hair is down and straightened and you've got your knee high lace-up boots that have these little chains hanging off them.Â
âMmmm pretty girl Mommy wants you so bad.â She bites her lip as she looks you over. You pull her chin up to meet your eyes.Â
âBehave yourself and you can ride Daddyâs cock until you see stars when we get home.â She simple nods and smiles. âGood girl. Grab your purse and letâs go.â
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You hold Wandaâs hand as you get inside, music blaring people drinking and doing drugs. You're offered a joint by some girl. You think sheâs in your language class or maybe networking either way you smile, taking a long drag as you feel Wandaâs hand squeeze yours, pulling your attention to her. You're reminded that you've never smoked in front of her. Itâs something you tend not to do, but when itâs offered you usually take it.Â
You hand it back to the girl and give a quick thank you as you find your group of friends in Starkâs basement where there are pool tables that people are playing at including your friends except for Lena.Â
âHey guys!â You speak cheerfully as you see the three of them playing a game of pool. Peter, MJ, and Kate all look at you and smile as you hug each of them asking Kate where Lena is, who is currently grabbing drinks and shots for all of you. You nod and introduce Wanda to them,
âGuys this is Wanda. Weâve been kind of seeing each other all summer. Well not exactly all summer, but we met at the beginning of summer when I moved in.â You start rambling and Wanda stops you by squeezing your hand.
âItâs nice to finally meet you all. I know Y/N here has told me you guys always invited her out, but sheâs been turning you down because of me and I feel bad about taking up all her time, but sheâs been a big help, She wraps her arms around your arm and You can feel her belly and her tits against you. You wanna melt into a puddle from the feeling as the conversation goes on without you.
âOkay who is ready for some drinks!?â Yelena calls out and Wanda snaps her head at the voice.
âYel?â Wanda asks and Lena is looking at Wanda wide eyed.
âOh hey Wands so youâre the one taking up my best friend's time!â Yelena walks over hugging Wanda like theyâre old friends.Â
âAm I...am I missing something?â You ask, dumbfounded.
âWell if you had ever said her name I would have known you were dating Tashaâs best friend! Wow! This is crazy!â You punch Yelena once again giving her a dead arm. âAh! Stop doing that! It hurts!â Yelena hissed, shaking her arm trying to get feeling back as quickly as she could.Â
âTasha as in your big sister Nat? Natty? Natty bear?â Kate asks listing off literally every nickname weâve ever given to her older sister.
âYes! That Tasha!â You say and huff.
âPretty girl itâs okay. Everything is fine.â Wanda reassures me as You lean your forehead against her temple,
âI need a drink...â You whimper to Wanda.Â
âGo have one itâs okay if you drink. Just because I canât doesnât mean you need to stop yourself.â You smile and pull her in for a kiss. You go over to the table that Lena put the drinks down at noticing she still brought over six shots and six beers, well bottoms up. You take one shot after the other of the vodka Lena had brought the clear liquid burning and setting your stomach a blaze then popped the top on the beer bottle, using the table to take off the top as you start drinking it, looking back as Yelena and Wanda talk the others getting involved.Â
You smiled though it was a turn of events. You weren't expecting your girlfriend to be getting along with all of your friends just fine and it didnât matter that sheâs ten years older than us, or that she has kids, or that sheâs pregnant. Sheâs just Wanda right now. You move back over, feeling the buzz start from drinking and smoking, wrapping myself around Wanda from behind; kissing her neck. The other four were playing pool, talking with us in between turns and eventually we played a round of cut throat so we could all get involved.Â
A few hours later you were floating in the clouds. All giggling from drinking. Wanda says the goodbyes for you two and how nice it was to meet everyone, taking your keys as the two of you approach the car, âIâm driving sweetie, go get in your passenger princess spot.â Wanda teases, making you giggle.Â
âJokes on you beautiful I like being passenger princess.â You tell her. âI hate driving sometimes. This is so much better.â You get comfy in your seat, closing your eyes after you've buckled in. As she starts driving you two home, she puts her hand on your thigh as you connect your phone to Bluetooth, putting on, Dove Cameronâs album Alchemical: Volume 1, skipping to the song Sand.
âI love hearing you sing pretty girl.â Wanda says squeezing your thigh, keeping her eyes on the road. You had your eyes on her the whole time you sang and she knew it.
âIâm not a great singer.â
âBut you sing with your heart. So itâs beautiful.â Wanda assures me, making me smile.Â
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By the time the two of you got home you were feeling better. Though you still took the water from Wanda that she grabbed from the fridge. You sat up on the counter while you drank it as Wanda grabbed something small to reheat from earlier in the week. You watched her practically dance around the kitchen, humming a tune from the music you had playing in the car. She was absolutely beautiful.
âWands?â You call out. When she looks over at you, your arms are outstretched, hands reaching for her. She smiled walking over to you and settling between your legs. Her arms wrapped around your waist and your own wrapped around her shoulders.Â
âIs this what you need, sweet girl?â Wanda's voice is muffled against your chest. You give her a small âMmmâ into her hair. âI love you being Daddy, but it's okay when you need to be all soft like this. I still love you like this.â You knew how needy you could be at times, especially when you'd been drinking. You kiss the top of her head and take a moment to just breathe her in and cherish the moment.
âI know. I just prefer it. I can be myself with you Wands and it's all I've ever given you.â She looks up at you with a smile, getting up on her tiptoes to kiss you.
âGood.â You smile into the kiss. You try to lick her lip, to keep going, but she stops you. âAh. Food first then we can have our fun.â You subconsciously let out a whine in displeasure. Wanda smirks, whispering in your ear, âBehave and do as Mommy says sweet girl.â You felt your eyes roll back as your stomach flipped.Â
Wanda had such an effect on you, sober or not. Usually you were able to overpower her; take the situation and flip it, but it was obvious to you that she wanted to win at some point. So you listened to her, even letting her feed you. You knew it made her happy. The smile on her face was as wide as ever. You knew Wanda loved being a mom, loved taking care of those around her.
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âF-fuckâŠâ You moaned out as Wanda's tongue buried it's way inside of you. She'd already had you cum once, but you were even more needy than either of you had anticipated. You never let others touch you, but Wanda made you feel like you were on fire. Your hand tangled in her hair, hips rocking against her face as you moaned out, âFuckâŠcummingâŠahhhâŠâ You bit your lip, feeling her tongue lap inside of you as you came down from your high.
Wanda crawled back up, after cleaNing you with her tongue. She leaned down to kiss you, tasting yourself on her lips. A moan slipped past your lips before flipping the two of you over carefully.Â
âMy turn to make you feel good Mommy.â You leaned back down, kissing her. âI promised you my cock didn't I?â You saw Wanda's eyes light up, she'd been waiting for it. As you got up to put the strap on you looked over her body. Letting your eyes rake over her form, admiring it as you crawled up between her legs. âYou are so fucking beautiful. I swear no one could even come close to you.â You told her as you slowly slid inside of her. A quiet moan slipped out as you leaned over her. âLook at Daddy while she fucks you.â Wanda's eyes locked with yours as you started your thrusts.Â
Slow and steady at first listening to every little noise she made because of you. Watching her body move beneath you. Everything about it was beautiful, perfect. Nothing to you was better than this. Nothing was better than what you two had built over the summer. Nothing was better than the family you've found.
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Something old, something new
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader
Word count: ~4.4k
Summary: New experiences
A/N: This is not inspired by anything, idk what you mean.
Warnings: fluff, slight angst, mentions of kink/BDSM, smut
You take a deep breath as the car rolls to a stop at the curb. You have to remind yourself that everything is going to be fine, and that you have prepared as much as possible for what tonight will bring. You were venturing out of your comfort zone, and visiting a brand-new club downtown that youâd heard about through the grapevine. First at work someone mentioned a âsex clubâ in the city, and youâd brushed off the idea. It sounded ridiculous, even in a city as liberal as this one.Â
Then you heard about it again a couple of months later. You heard about the grand opening that was happening and how their doors would be open to anyone for just one night. Anyone who agreed to sign the many, many pages of waivers and contracts.Â
The grand opening of the cityâs first BDSM club was tonight, and you had somehow convinced yourself to check it out.Â
You run your hands down your front with another sigh before you dare to open the door and get out of the car. Youâd gotten a ride tonight because you had no idea what to expect and if you just ended up getting wasted, you didnât want to worry about your car.Â
You push down your nerves and shut the door behind you, and head straight for the front of the line as youâd been told to do. You ignore the couple of protests you hear as you take your ID out of your pocket and show it to the already frowning bouncer. When he sees it, he just smiles before ushering you inside and directing you toward one of the people inside with a clipboard.
You take the stack of papers that are handed to you and you skim them as you walk further into the club. The quiet music and the sounds of chatter grow louder as you turn to the last page in front of you. You sign your initials a dozen times then your full name at the bottom of the last page before handing it to another woman waiting at the end of the hallway. She offers you a smile, and you return it with one youâre sure is a little forced.Â
âEnjoy and stay safe.âÂ
You nod and try not to think about how you could land yourself into trouble. You need to focus on why youâre here.Â
To explore.
You do your best not to stare at any one, or group of people for too long as you glance around. You see a variety of people, in various states of dress. Someone has a woman whoâs kneeling at her feet and staring up at her with a hungry look. Sheâs wearing a collar thatâs attached to a leather leash. You look away before your thoughts wander too far, and you end up looking at the bar that has an impressive selection of booze.Â
Youâre tempted to try something new, but you know that you should keep a clear head for tonight. You want to enjoy it as much as possible, and you want to remember it as much as possible.Â
You take a second to relax your shoulders as you slide onto a stool with a small smile. You are a couple of stools away from the closest patron, but you focus on the bottles in front of you instead of worrying about sticking out.Â
Youâd dressed up for the occasion, and you try to feel as confident as some of the other women around you. You know that you look good in your dress, but as it rides up your thighs when you cross your legs, you feel a hint of self-consciousness creep up on you.Â
âWhat can I get you, hon?âÂ
You ask for your go-to drink and wait patiently for it to arrive. You allow your gaze to wander a bit, and you have to look away twice when you accidentally make eye contact with two women. It takes you a few more seconds to realize that there are only women in this club.Â
Your drink is set in front of you and you mutter a thank you as your eyes scan the room once again. Itâs a busy opening night and you wonder how many of these women are going to end up in one of the private rooms that youâd heard about.Â
âYou look tense. Do you need something stronger?âÂ
You turn around at the same time that you register the feeling of a hand on your lower back. Youâre met with a pair of beautiful eyes that are bright with interest and something else that you canât immediately place. You canât help the blood that rushes to your cheeks when you realize that the brunette in front of you is stunning. Youâre glad to already be sitting because youâre sure that you would have stumbled back, maybe swooned at the sight of this woman if youâd been on your feet.Â
You completely forget to answer her question, and instead let your eyes stray over her expensive clothes and her captivating gaze.Â
âOr maybe not?âÂ
You hear her chuckle, but it still takes a few seconds for you to tear your gaze away from her deep red suit and the gold necklace that drops low enough that you realize youâre staring at the swell of her cleavage. Your face is flushed by the time you meet her gaze again, and it deepens when you realize youâd been caught. You try to ignore the smirk youâre met with as you clear your throat and turn back to your drink. You shake your head before turning toward her with a shy smile. You lean back against her hand and hum under your breath before gesturing to the seat beside you.Â
âIâm fine. Thank you though. Would you like to sit?âÂ
Youâre surprised your words come out in the proper order because your mouth feels dry and youâre suddenly not sure what youâd planned to do here tonight at all. You suddenly donât care if you end up sitting here all night. Hell, if you keep present company, youâll consider yourself lucky.
âYou seem nervous. First time in a place like this?âÂ
You canât stop yourself from blushing slightly. Is it that obvious? You realize you donât have to answer this question when you see the amused glint in your companyâs eyes. You eventually sigh in defeat before nodding and muttering under your breath.Â
âYes.âÂ
When she sits down beside you, her hand leaves you and you have to remind yourself not to show your disappointment. You watch as the bartender comes up almost immediately and takes her order. She doesnât look away from you as she asks for an Old Fashioned.Â
âWell, what do you think?âÂ
You arenât sure what youâd expected, but the genuine interest makes you pause. Youâd thought about giving a generic answer that was only half true, but for some reason you want to be honest. She makes you want to tell the truth, despite only having spoken with her for 30 seconds.Â
You glance around again until your gaze falls on a pair of women, you think at least, in a dark corner making out like thereâs no one else in the room. There are hands in places you canât see, and the way theyâre moving against each other makes you think that theyâll be horizontal soon, or at least they should be.Â
âItâs not what I expected, but somehowâŠI expected that.âÂ
When a drink is placed between you two, you look back toward the brunette whoâs wearing a contemplative look. Sheâs crossed her legs and she reaches out for her drink with sigh. You watch mesmerized as she takes a sip without breaking eye contact with you.Â
âDo you like any of what you saw? Does it appeal to you?âÂ
You finish off your drink and let your thoughts wander to the woman on a leash. That doesnât really appeal to you, but the idea of being at someoneâs mercy, putting your trust in them makes your head spin. Youâre brought back to the present by a gentle touch of a hand that disappears far too quickly for your liking.
âI can tell from your expression that you do.âÂ
You summon your earlier confidence and lean against the bar with a smirk as you pluck the cherry from your drink. You pop it into your mouth and you smile sweetly when youâre fixed with a darkening gaze.Â
âWhy so curious? Are you interested?âÂ
You donât let yourself hope that she is interested. You would love nothing more than to be introduced to this world by a beautiful, confident woman. Youâd allow her to sweep you off your feet, or bring you to your knees. Whichever she wanted just so long as you had her attention.Â
You feel your body flush with heat when your response is a low chuckle. You wait for the proposal that you know is coming. The way she rakes her eyes up and down your body makes you want to squirm in your seat. You can feel your need build as bare fingers graze yours and rest against your racing pulse.Â
âYou have no idea what Iâm interested in.âÂ
It sounds like the closest thing youâll get to an invitation; the way she emphasized the last two words. Youâre not a patient person by nature, so you jump the gun and start to wonder when youâll be able to steal a kiss. The thought makes your smile turn down into as passive an expression as you can manage given how eager you are. Youâre sure she can see right through it, but thatâs half the fun as far as youâre concerned. You want someone who will pay attention to detail, someone who can read you well.Â
âThen why donât you show me?âÂ
The next thing you know, youâre being led across the crowded club to an unknown destination. Itâs not that it took much to get you on your feet. Nothing more than a heated look and a âfollow meâ and now youâre wandering off to who knows where. Youâre not concerned though because you feel at ease with the woman who seems to know exactly where sheâs going. Thereâs a voice in the back of your head thatâs warning you that you should be more cautious, but as you arrive to a dark, secluded hallway, your excitement drowns everything else out.Â
Suddenly, she stops and youâre backed up against the wall before you can blink. You gasp in surprise, but the sound is quickly swallowed by soft lips against yours. Youâre too caught up in the taste of her lips to respond to the soft yet possessive kiss, and by the time you regain some of your capacity for thought, sheâs pulled away.Â
You wait as she pins you with a hungry look as the hand that found its way to your shoulder drifts toward your neck. The silver necklace you wore that complemented your outfit briefly draws her attention. You hold your breath when she presses her fingers against your neck before they drift down toward the neckline of your dress.
âListenâŠâÂ
When she just stares at you after she trails off you realize that sheâs waiting for you to say something. Youâre not sure what it is, but you go out on a limb and assume itâs an introduction. Considering what you imagine is coming next, you figure itâs the next logical step.Â
âY/nâŠ?âÂ
You can see the amusement flash in her eyes, but she decides not to tease you and to focus on the matter at hand. Still, she hums in acknowledgement and lets her hand rest against your chest absentmindedly.
âMmm beautiful name for a beautiful woman.âÂ
You feel the heat creeping up your neck, and try to look away to hide your blush, but your gaze is quickly guided back to hers with a firm hand on your chin.
âListen, Y/n. Iâm not looking for romance or anything like that.âÂ
You frown a little at the thought, but you donât get to consider what youâre doing here before sheâs clarifying her meaning. You feel your heart rate spike and your palms start to sweat at the idea of what sheâs proposing.Â
âIâm looking for a play thing. Interested?âÂ
You only have to think about it for a second. Although youâre not quite sure what it entails, your presence here at this club and the fact that this woman has held your attention from the moment you saw her, you canât deny youâre interested. Youâre pretty sure youâd do anything she asks you right now if thereâs a chance youâll get to spend the night with her.Â
You nod in response and instead of the approval youâd anticipated, you receive a frown instead. She releases your chin as she shakes her head and takes a step back that leaves you cold and nearly panicky.Â
âI need to hear you say it. Tell me that you want this.âÂ
Youâre stuck on the idea of what this is as you open your mouth to respond. Can you really promise to be onboard if you donât know exactly what will be waiting for you? While youâre becoming annoyed at yourself for worrying about semantics, you miss the brunette move toward you until sheâs backed you into the wall again with her hands on either side of your head. You gasp in surprise but nearly moan when you feel her warm breath against your ear. She kisses your cheek before squeezing your hips with a sigh.
âTell me you want me to show you all of the pleasures submission can bring.âÂ
You canât stop the moan that passes your lips and your hips move without your consent only to meet resistance as hands drop down to pin you against the wall. Youâre nodding in response despite knowing that it wonât be enough, but you canât make your brain work well enough to form words.Â
âI donât like to repeat myself, detka. Tell me.âÂ
You arenât sure what you say, but youâre sure itâs something along the lines of âyes please,â and âGod yesâ. When you receive a kiss to your cheek you realize that your eyes had fallen closed. In front of you in the most beautiful woman youâve ever seen, but unlike before, she looks like sheâs struggling with her own self-control. You only see the eagerness in her eyes for a split second before she returns to her calm self who is speaking to you about sex as if sheâs talking about the weather.Â
âIf this is something youâre interested, weâll need to have ground rules before we can begin to explore.â
You find yourself nodding before you can stop, but you open your mouth before you can be chastised again.Â
âI promise youâll be in good hands. I should tell you now though that Iâm a jealous Mistress. I donât like to share.âÂ
Your breath catches at the title and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning again. The imagery alone associated with the name makes you weak in the knees.Â
âIf you agree to be mine, youâll be mine. No one else can have you.âÂ
You feel your breathing return to normal as you watch her leave you to open a door you just noticed hiding within the dark walls. While wondering whatâs behind the door, you miss the curious look thatâs directed toward you. She can tell youâre distracted, so she decides to take a step back and address something important.
âIs this still something youâre interested in?â
âYes.âÂ
She keeps her hand on the door, but doesnât move to open it as she shoots you a smile.Â
âGood girl.â
You ignore the shiver that runs up your spine at her words. You stand up straight and take a step toward her before you even realize youâve moved. You feel like youâre in a trace, but you canât ignore the excitement thatâs causing your heart to race.Â
âWill you trust me to guide you through this? To teach you?âÂ
You watch as she reaches her free hand out for you with a curious look, and you donât hesitate to meet her halfway. You stop though just short of touching her when something occurs to you. From your research, youâre aware that there are many possible answers to your next question, but instead of letting your mind run rampant, you figure you should just ask.Â
âI doâum. What do I call you?âÂ
The sweet smile you receive in response is enough to convince you that youâre making the right choice. You grasp her hand and wait as she opens the door to one of the private rooms before you follow her inside, eager to see what awaits you both in the night ahead.Â
âYou may call me Wanda.âÂ
You think that the name fits her perfectly and you smile in response before allowing yourself to be led into the unknown.
The room is dimly lit and the first thing you notice is the large four poster bed in the middle of the room. Your focus only stays here for a moment because your eyes are drawn to the shelves full of all types of toys that make your face flush. You see whips and blindfolds, and things you canât even identify. You turn away to try and stop your imagination from running wild, but your gaze lands on a large wooden cross thatâs covered in leather. The ends have shackles on them and you feel your breath catch at the sight.Â
âLook at me.âÂ
You donât hesitate to turn to Wanda, and you find her reaching out for you. She places her hands on your shoulders before sliding them toward your neck to bury them in your hair. She twirls several locks around her fingers as she tries to capture your attention.Â
âTell me, Y/n. What do you like?âÂ
In any other situation, you could have pretended like she was asking about your general interests. However, given the fact that youâre standing in the middle of a kinky playroom, thereâs no room for misinterpreting her question. You bite your lip as you glance around the room again before you shake your head. You look down in shame because despite all of the glorious possibilities, you donât know what you want.Â
âI-I donât know.âÂ
Instead of a sigh of frustration or perhaps even a mocking laugh, you feel Wandaâs hand brush against your cheek and lift your head up so youâre meeting her reassuring gaze.Â
âThen weâll find out together.âÂ
You nod in response, but youâre unsure of how youâll be able to figure out what you want to do when you have absolutely no experience with any of this. Well, most of it. You recognize some toys.Â
As if sensing your doubt, Wanda brushes a lock of hair behind your ear with a small smile.Â
âKnow this. I wonât do anything without your explicit consent. Do you have a safeword?â
You open your mouth to say that you do, but the one youâve used before seems ridiculous in this setting, so you shake your head.Â
âNo.âÂ
Wanda nods before releasing you and stepping back and running her hands down her jacket as if it wasnât already perfect.Â
âOkay. Letâs keep it simple, and go with the light system. âRedâ means stop everything now, âyellowâ slow down, and âgreenâ well thatâs obvious.âÂ
You feel comforted by Wandaâs obvious concern for your well-being. Now that youâre reassured, you start to consider what happens next. You donât get very far before Wanda moves so sheâs standing beside you, and you both take a moment to consider your options.
âNow look around, and tell me what you feel.âÂ
Your first thought is intimidated. You could be easily overwhelmed if you try to consider how you would be able to handle each and every identifiable thing in front of you. Instead, you focus on what caught your attention first, and held it long enough to become a distinct possibility.Â
âIâŠexcited. Eager.âÂ
Wanda walks over to the shelves at the far wall and reaches out to run her fingers over the silk blindfolds laid out.Â
âWhat excites you? What is it you want, detka?âÂ
You open your mouth to speak, but the words are caught in your throat. Wanda doesnât give you time to free them as she moves along the wall and runs her fingers across each item she comes to. You feel your stomach clench at the sight of Wanda playing with the coils of rope that lay beside the blindfolds.Â
âDo you want to be bound and at mercy of your Mistress?âÂ
Your mouth feels dry all of a sudden, and you donât even bother trying to respond as Wanda turns on a dime and reaches for one of the riding crops propped against a large throne-like chair.Â
âOr do you want something in between pleasure and pain?âÂ
You feel your heart skip a beat at the thought of how many times youâve wondered what it would be like to have someone spank you during sex. You donât realize that Wanda is standing in front of you until the smell of her perfume invades your senses. You jump in surprise before you stiffen when you realize that sheâs dragging the riding crop down your arm.Â
âTell me. What is it that you want?âÂ
You turn to Wanda and open your mouth to respond, but she shakes her head with a stern look. She takes you by the chin and turns you back toward the shelves in front of you.Â
âDonât look at me. Look and focus on how you feel. What is it that you want?âÂ
You donât know what to say first as your mind fills with answers. You let your eyes fall closed as you think about what will make you feel the most. You canât pick just one.Â
âI wantâŠI want it all. I want to try it all.âÂ
You feel your skin twitch as the crop leaves your arm and Wanda comes around behind you with a smile you canât see.Â
âI want to show you everything.âÂ
You shiver when she slides a hand up your arm and toward you neck before dropping toward your breasts. Your breath catches as she glides over your stomach and down to your thighs. Her touch sets your body alight and fills you with desire so strong you feel weak in the knees.Â
âBut tonight, I just want you. I want to feel you lose control.â
Her hand pushes the hem of your dress higher up your thighs until sheâs revealed the lace underneath. She brushes a finger between your legs and smiles at the confirmation that youâre already soaked. You bite back a moan as you fall into Wanda with a gasp.
âIs that what you want?âÂ
You continue to tremble against Wanda as her other hand slides up your stomach to squeeze your breast under your dress. You let out a moan that makes Wanda squeeze harder and your eyes slam shut at the overwhelming need you feel.
âDo you want me to make you fall apart?âÂ
Your head falls back against Wandaâs shoulder and you let out a breathy curse. âShit, yes. Please.âÂ
Wanda pushes up your dress again just enough to slip her hand in your panties. You moan loudly and arch your back while rocking your hips into Wandaâs hand. She tightens her hold around you before pulling you close. Your heart is thundering in your chest and you donât think youâll last very long if Wanda keeps this up. You curse when you feel fingers tease your clit, and you open your eyes to see Wanda watching you in awe.Â
âIf youâre to be mine, you have to  be completely loyal to me. I am your Mistress.âÂ
Your hips continue to jump against every touch between your legs, and you begin to feel your mind go blank at Wandaâs words and ministrations.
âI am your everything. Give yourself to me.âÂ
Your body betrays you, and you sag further against Wanda as she holds you tight against her as she continues to please you. You moan as her fingers curl deep inside you as her thumb circles your aching clit. Youâre nearly panting as you try to keep yourself from peaking too soon.Â
âThatâs it. Youâre close, arenât you?â
You nod frantically but you canât speak. Your hips lose their rhythm against Wandaâs fingers and you know it wonât be long now.Â
âIf you want me to let you come, tell me who you belong to, detka.âÂ
You donât hesitate to respond as enthusiastically as you can without being able to think straight.Â
âYou. Iâm yours.âÂ
You feel Wanda smile against your neck as she kisses you and practically growls in your ear.Â
âThatâs right. Youâre mine. No one gets to touch you but me. Youâre all mine.âÂ
âYes!âÂ
You reach out for the arm thatâs still holding you tightly, and you gasp as you feel your orgasm crash over you. You shudder violently in Wandaâs arms and youâre barely able to support yourself as she continues to ease you through it.Â
âYou belong to me, Y/n.âÂ
You barely have time to nod before Wandaâs turning you to face her, and meeting your lips in a soft yet possessive kiss. You moan against her lips and break away too soon for her liking. Still, she lets you recover as you pant heavily against her front. Sheâs still keeping you on your feet, but you donât seem to notice as you wait until your limbs start to work again.Â
âFuck, Wands. That wasâŠâ
You donât have words to describe how fantastic you feel, but you realize theyâre not needed when Wanda chuckles and kisses your cheek with a sigh. She removes her hand from between your legs and you have to stop yourself from whining from the loss.Â
âWeâre definitely buying a membership to this place.âÂ
You smile before nodding in agreement as you try and force yourself to your feet. You stager a bit which makes Wanda smile smugly. Itâs gone by the time you turn around and meet her lips for another kiss. You wrap your arms around your beautiful wifeâs waist and sigh before nodding in agreement.Â
âDefinitely.âÂ
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in which reader is the sorcerer supreme. itâs that ONE scene at kamar-taj. 18+(ish)
âi need the darkhold spells, you are the sorcerer supreme, tell me what you know.â
you spit blood that almost chokes you before snarling, âyouâll have to kill me, witch.â because youâd simply rather her end you, than know how hard youâve been yearning for her touch. sheâs not wanda, thatâs not the same avenger you used to know.
âoh, but thatâs not what you want me to do is it?â she smirks and strides toward you, taking your chin in her dominant hand. the witch tugs on your face, pulling it to look at hers but you do everything in your power not to make eye contact. the tips of her fingers almost burn from the lust youâre trying to push away, finally being this close to the woman youâve watched take down the worst villains. but now, sheâs the villain and youâre her salacious little prey.
âyou may have power y/n, but donât forget, youâve said it yourself, i am a being of unfathomable magic.â her hand extends from your chin to your throat, and she begins to grip you so tight, youâre pulled up to your feet for any air.
an involuntary shiver runs over you and she chuckles at your compromising position. when both of your eyes finally meet, you see the red flaming pupils, a ravishing grin smothering her face, âi know you donât want me to kill you, y/n, you want me to fuck you.â
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i just wanted to say thank you to every fanfic writer out there.
thank you for writing what others haven't, what others can't, what others won't.
thank you for writing what can be judged and hated, but writing it all the same.
thank you for indulging in something that you love and allowing the rest of us to love it with you.
if you have one kudos or one thousand, one comment or one hundred, one bookmark or fifty, i love each and every one of you for writing them.
thank you.
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THE BEST THING THATS EVER BEEN MINE
summary â when you take the dogs to the park, jealousy takes control when wanda gets too comfortable with someone else.
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, the chaotic duo of lucky and fanny, domestic fluff bc i couldn't help myself, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, mommy kink, biting, love bites, oral fixation, teasing, slight humiliation, brief dumbification, jealousy, bratty reader, thigh riding, mentions of fingering, clothed sex, punishment, aftercare, men/minors dni
authors note â the promised second part to love is a ruthless game. jealous reader finally makes her appearance as requested!
You decided very quickly that however curious you were about adopting a dog, you never wanted Wanda to agree with that decision. Although the sun was already peaking past the horizon when Lucky came scratching at the guest room door, effectively rousing not only you, but Natasha from sleep, it wasnât even eight in the morning. It wasnât often you woke up with the Russian still in bed beside you, typically being the last one to wake and the first to fall asleep, and now that you had her warm and soft beside you, you weren't even able to enjoy her clingy cuddles like you wanted. Lucky was persistent, his whines and whimpers thin but effectively audible despite the heavy door trying its best to block him out. Wandaâs voice echoed through the house in tandem with the pitiful whimpers, trying to beckon the pup back downstairs, but the retriever was adamant about wanting you awake.Â
Natasha groaned beside you, her face shoved into the pit of your neck where the impeding sunlight was darkest. Her hair tickled your cheek as she wiggled further into you, soft breaths fanning across the expanse of your shoulder. You giggled softly at the sensation, twisting into her arms until you were chest to chest, then leaning in to press a kiss to her clothed skin right above where her beating heart laid. You sighed blissfully, thankful that Wanda has managed to distract Lucky, but knowing that despite the reclaimed silence, youâll be unable to go back to sleep now that youre awake and focused on Natasha.Â
âI love you.â You whispered against her chest, laughing when her lips puckered against the skin of your neck and kissed you sweetly albeit sleepily. She was always affectionate, always wanting to assure you know how loved you are, but youâve discovered that when sheâs tired theres no amount of physical contact that can satisfy her. As if determined to prove that statement, she tugs you closer into her chest, fingers loosely threading into the knotted ends of your hair. âDo you need more lotion on your wrists?â You question softly, untangling your arm from between your chests so that you can trace the tips of your fingers along her cheekbones.Â
As if she wasnât sure about the question, Natasha rolled her wrists in circular motions, testing just how badly the irritated skin ached from the aftermath of being restrained. You scoffed amusedly, deciding that her answer wasnât going to be trustworthy when she finally did respond. You pulled yourself away from her chest before sheâd even returned her gentle grip to your hair and lower back, though you giggled when needy fingers poked and prodded at your ribs trying to get you to stay.Â
âCome back.â She whined, rolling into the center of the bed, and although she was covered by blankets, you could make out the soft rising and falling of her chest as she turned onto her back and finally peeled her eyes upon to drink in the sight of you still messy from sleep. Your hair was frizzy, cheeks flush and adorned with indentations from the pillows prominent and deep against your skin. You slept like dead weight, but Wandaâs rustling always found a way to tousle strands of your hair that she inevitably got caught between. You looked like sheer beauty as sunlight dawned upon your features. âDuckling.â She pleaded, arms outstretched and pleading with you to step close enough to touch.Â
You smiled fondly but remained persistent, already turning toward the door and leaving Natasha to lay amongst the ungodly amount of pillows and thin summer bedding as you searched for the lotion Wanda used last night. When you opened the door, you were met with the indicative sounds of breakfast being made down in the kitchen. The clattering of metal and plastic made you smile, still not accustomed to how a house could feel so lived in each and every day. It was a mystery what the Sokovian would be preparing as she clattered around in the kitchen accompanied only by Yelenaâs dogs, but desperately you hoped that it was something sweet; sweeter than the fruit that sheâd been forcing you and Natasha to eat everyday for the past three weeks.Â
The bedroom was two doors down and directly across from Natashaâs office. Deciding that a detour wouldnât hurt the already pouty woman, you broke away from your intended path and verged off into the office where paperwork and files sat meticulously stacked on the left side of her desk. The right side was dressed in personal items, namely a picture of the three of you from the Memorial Day barbeque, and little trinkets that you assumed came from Russia. Youâd have to ask how frequently she visited her native country, noting that some of the figures on her desk looked shiny and new. You smiled softly when you noticed a ring sat beside her keyboard, knowing that it wasnât hers, but Wandaâs. You wondered just how many small traces of them existed within the others personal spaces, but that would have to be a scavenger hunt for another day.Â
You smiled softly when you pulled open her desk drawer, finding your now voided contract at the top of the pile she kept. You donât think sheâd ever part ways with it, telling you that itâs a reminder of how far sheâs come since you met her last year, and you canât disagree with her logic. The sticky notes she keeps are right beside it, all annoyingly mundane and lacking bright colors. Wandaâs the one with the plethora of color options, which had thrown you for a loop when youâd initially assumed Natasha was the fun one. Either way, you pulled a single piece from the pad, reaching for a pen that was laid across her other documents. You didnât have the time to dwell on what you wanted to say, settling simply for the three words you loved the most and a deformed smiley face that would surely make her laugh. Natasha always did find amusement in your mindless doodles, something you found extremely endearing. You adhered it to the monitor of her desktop, assuring that none of the glue residue touched the actual screen because sheâd surely lose it. When you were satisfied that it was in a place she wouldnât miss, you slipped back into the hallway and carried on into the bedroom, eager to be back in her warmth for at least a handful of minutes before Wanda called you both down for breakfast.Â
The bedding had been stripped from the bed, all that remained was naked pillows and the fluffy mattress that begged for your weight to sink into it. The collection of your clothes that had adorned the hardwood floor were all missing as well, and you assumed that in her need to find order, Wanda had thrown them in the washer as well. She really was horrible at letting a mess exist for longer then a handful of hours. With the sunlight bleeding into the room, adding warmth the wooden furniture and floors, all that remained from last nights scene was the bottle of lotion on the nightstand table, the other toys and instruments already cleaned and back in the combination locked briefcase.Â
You freshened up in the bathroom, not wanting to linger in your sleepy state for any longer then you already had, and the water you splashed against your face felt exquisite after receiving so many licks and kisses from Fanny and Lucky yesterday. With your hair tied up into a ponytail and the rest of your routine completed in full, you left the bathroom behind you, eager to find Natasha once again.Â
The Russian was in the same place that youâd left her in ten minutes ago, sprawled out on her back with wild red curls splayed angelically against the pillowcases in a fashion that was reminiscent of a halo. You grinned sweetly, climbing over her body until you could settle against her belly, not saving her the experience of your full weight plopping down on her in seconds. You giggled at her grunt, calloused hands holding onto your thighs as she peeled her eyes open and looked up at you with faux annoyance.Â
âWake up.â You more or less demanded, your bright smile significantly more electric than it had been when youâd first laid your eyes on her that morning. Natasha couldnât resist smiling back, and her hands reached to rub at her cheeks as she forced herself awake. She and Wanda always resisted rubbing their eyes in the morning, claiming that it was damaging and not the best habit, but you couldnât be swayed, and secretly, Natasha found it adorable when your closed fists dug into your eye sockets like a sleepy toddler as you stretched out the muscles in your body only to curl up into a tight ball again. âWandaâs making breakfast.â You informed her gently, unscrewing the cap on the lotion and squeezing a generous amount onto your palms in the same fashion that youâd seen Wanda commit to.Â
Unlike last night when she was adamant that all she needed was cuddles from her âtwo favorite girlsâ, Natasha didnât fight against you when you reached for her wrist and held it tenderly in front of your chest. You inspected the irritated skin, pleased that although it was red and adored with the faintest traces of ligature marks, the skin wasnât torn apart nor angry. You rubbed the lotion into her skin tenderly, not wanting to further irritate the area, and Natasha appreciated your efforts as she sighed in relief. You giggled, leaning forward to brush your lips against the tip of her nose before you repeated the process on her other wrist.Â
âCan I bite you?â You questioned randomly, breaking the silence that had come to sit overtop of your warm bodies as you devoted your full attention to Natashaâs wrists.Â
Amused, Natashaâs lips settled into her infamous smirk that always had you weak in the knees. The green within her eyes was sharp and calculated as she watched you play and twist at her fingers now that your initial task had been completed. âYouâre going to bite me anyways.â Her voice was smooth as it reached your ears, not outright refusing your request of biting down on her fingers, but not entirely compliant with the idea. You smiled down at her eagerly, wanting to have her full permission before you sunk your teeth into her soft skin. âOnce.â She agreed, nodding her head at your unasked question. She was never able to deny you when you looked so sweet and eager sat against her, and after all of your efforts to make her feel loved since coming down from the scene, she didnât really want to say no anyway. She could handle your incessant need to bite her if it would make you happy, however her permission didnât come without an ultimatum. âThen Iâm sending you off to Wanda.âÂ
You laughed at her threat, but nodded anyways, bringing her fingers up to your lips. You kissed them sweetly, your lips soft and barely there as you just existed in this soft moment with her. Your delicacy didnât last for much longer, and the second she had relaxed against the bed, your teeth sunk into her skin harshly; harsher then youâd ever even consider biting Wanda. You giggled at her yelp of shock, scrambling off her lap and out of the guest room before she could think about retaliating.Â
You raced down the stairs, throwing caution to the wind as you forced yourself to forget about all the lectures Wanda had bestowed upon you about how dangerous to run down them. Natasha was hot on your heels, her footsteps light and calculated as she called for you to come back to her. The sounds of Wanda rummaging through cabinets became clearer with each step you took toward the kitchen, and when she was in sight, already showered and dressed for the day, you wasted not even a single second before you were throwing your arms around her torso and hiding your face in her chest just as she had spun around to find whatever the commotion was about.Â
Lucky and Fanny barked with glee as you unintentially riled them up, their tails wagging as they made laps around the island, knocking into the chairs that sat on one side of the counter after each successful lap. Wanda gasped at your tight embrace, but one of her hands fall onto the small of your back without hesitance.Â
âSave me.â You pleaded, looking up at her with wide eyes that held mischief and chaos. You didnât spare Natasha a single glance when you heard her enter the kitchen, more than certain that she wouldnât do anything with Wanda present.Â
The Sokovian hummed thoughtfully, her eyes sparkling as she looked down at you with adoration clear in her sage stare. Her pink tinted lips quirked upward into an amused grin, scrambled eggs on the stove momentarily forgotten about despite how they sizzled and begged to be removed from the heat. âWhat did you get yourself into, moya utenok?â She grinned, tracing a gentle finger against the slope of your nose that felt ticklish before it was gone and her hand cradled the back of your head protectively.Â
âNothing!â You shook your head frantically, clinging closer to her chest when you felt Natasha come up behind you, her hands cold as they ran up the exposed skin of your thighs. There was disbelief written across Wandaâs expression, the sunlight bleeding in from the open window practically a spotlight as it highlighted each and every freckle that adorned her naked skin.
âThe little devil bit me.â Natasha exclaimed though her voice was perfectly level as she held her hand up for Wanda to see, the sunlight falling into the soft craters your teeth left along her skin. You couldnât help but giggle, looking up at Wanda with a bright expression on your face.Â
âShe said I could!â You explained mischievously, your eyes bright and enchanted as the organic light reflected across your face. Your entire disposition wasnât dissimilar to the state of Lucky and Fanny who had begun to chase each other through the house, still hyper on your own excitement, though now they barrled into glass doors and walls each time they turned to bark at the other. âI asked nicely and she said I could, Mommy.â As your voice raised three octaves, so did your height as you pushed yourself up on your tippy-toes and left a sweet kiss on the corner of Wandaâs jaw, attempting to pull her beneath your trap as Natasha gasped at the scene.Â
âDo not play the Mommy card you little minx!â You shrieked in laughter when Natasha grew tired of caressing your thighs, her cold hands taking you by the waist and pulling you back into her chest, though your eyes still lingered on Wanda who merely shook her head in amusement at the sight. You attempted to squirm away from Natashaâs fingers that dug into your ribs, but her grip was persistent around your waist, not allowing you freedom.Â
Your eyes closed against your will, your head falling backward as laughter filled the kitchen alongside the barks and yelps of the puppies who didnât understand what was going on, but wanted to be a part of the fun anyways. Fannyâs tail drummed against your shin as she circled your feet, but you had no time to show any attention to the retriever as Natasha blew a raspberry against your neck. Your laughter ended abruptly when in that same spot, her teeth sunk into your skin. A choked moan slipped past your lips as her tongue shot out to ease the spark of pain before you could even recongize its presence. Your fighting stilled, body falling slack against her chest as she trailed kisses up your neck before biting again, this time just below your ear. A shuddered whine fell off your lips as you craned your neck to the side, eager for her to do it again. The position allowed sunlight to kiss against your features, warm and welcoming as you basked beneath it.Â
Natashaâs arms stayed tightly around your waist, but her teeth never left another impression amongst the smooth expanse of your neck. You whined softly when you realized she had no intentions of continuing, a pout taking over your lips as you peeled your eyes open and looked up at her pleadingly.Â
Natasha leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose, but her unbroken stare as dangerous and calculated as she maintained eyecontact, her hand cupping your chin to assure you didnât look away before she was willing to let this moment fall away into just another memory. âDonât forget who you belong to, malenâkaya.âÂ
You pouted deeper, wriggling out of her arms at the first instance that she allowed, instead seeking out Wanda who was thoroughly amused at the stove, an apron half tied around her waist and dusted with what you could only assume was powder from the pancake mix sheâd thrown together. The Sokovian didnât hesitate to wrap you up in a one-armed bear hug, keeping you flush to her chest as she flipped a pancake with a matte black spatula. Even their utensils matched the aesthetic of the kitchen, sometimes it felt like they had everything so meticulously planned out that not even an apocalypse could throw them off. You nuzzled your face into her neck, inhaling that fresh scent of grapefruit that lingers on the collar of her t-shirt, eyelashes tickling her skin as you let your eyes flutter closed. âYouâre wifeâs being mean.â You sulked against her, your voice muffled and thin as you listened to her heart beat evenly in your ear.Â
You yelped in shock when a warning tap langed against your ass, entirely unexpected and harsh within your soft little moment. Your head shot up from Wandaâs neck, searching for Natasha who looked down at you with a challenging gaze. âDo you want to try that again, little one?â She questioned, arms crossed over her chest as she stood beneath the unfiltered sunlight that allowed the green in her eyes to shimmer like a million stars. Your head shook feverishly, fingers curling into Wandaâs shirt as you held her tighter, your lips turning downward into a pout as your body finally caught up with what had happened and the ache in your ass settled over your mind. One spank always hurt more then multiple, youâd never be able to understand why. âNo, who?âÂ
You shrank into Wanda, your bottom lip bitten between your teeth as you fought between looking at Natasha and hiding away in the woman who kept a comforting hand against the small of your back, her thumb rubbing soft circles over the thin shirt adorning your otherwise naked body. When the words finally fell off your lips, they were no louder then a whisper. âNo Daddy.âÂ
âThatâs what I thought.â She muttered, nodding her head curtly before she turned toward the refrigerator and sought out the pitcher of fresh juice that Wanda routinely assured was fully stocked at the start of each new week. This week, sheâd gone with grape juice from the local farmers market, and it was particularly tart when you were least expecting it. You whined softly, digging your face into the lawyers neck, fingers still keeping a tight grip on her shirt.Â
Wanda, feeling no sympathy for you, merely patted your back encouragingly. âYou shouldn't have started a game you didnât want to play, dorogaya.â You whined, shaking your head against her neck. Wanda wasnât in the mood to play into your game, and her hand on your back trailed across your spine until it sat firmly against your hip, her ring clad fingers squeezing warningly. âDonât get fussy with me. Youâre the one who bit your Daddy. What did I say about biting?âÂ
You pouted, just wanting one of them to take pity on you, but that didnât seem to be in the cards for you this morning. Lifting your head from Wandaâs neck, you met her eye and meekly muttered, âThat youâd bite me back.âÂ
Smiling softly, Wanda kissed the top of your head, her lips lingering for a second longer than necessary, but youâd never complain, reveling in the soft touch. âExactly. Now go help Daddy set the table. I was thinking we can take the dogs to the park today. Yelena left their leashes and Iâm sure Natasha had a couple balls laying around here somewhere.âÂ
Youâd never even considered taking the dogs out for a play, but as the suggestion rolled off of Wandaâs lips you nodded eagerly, tightening your grip on her shirt as you practically bounced on your toes and forced your chests closer together, practically one body beneath the radiant glow of summer sunlight. Youâd miss it when fall came around, and the soft glow adorning your girlfriends skin dissipated into nothingness. âCan we go to the park with the big fields? Lucky will love that!âÂ
Wanda smiled at your excitement, glad to see a smile gracing your features again. âIf you get your little ass in the dining room and help Natty, I donât see why not.â She laughed, laying another little kiss on your forehead before you had the chance to untangle yourself from her completely and dart off in the direction that Natasha had trailed off in.Â
âDeal!â You giggled in excitement, your sockless feet pounding against the hardwood floors as you made a break for the dining room, unintentionally colliding with Natasha who had only just turned around to grab the needed silverware for your breakfast of pancakes and eggs. You didnât find it necessary to step away form the lawyers chest, standing right before her with anticipation clear on your smiley face. Your arms extended at your sides, palms raised toward the ceiling as you bellowed, âNatty, weâre going to the park!âÂ
âI heard, detka.â Natasha laughed at your excitement, gently taking your arms into her hands and holding them closely to her chest. Her lips pressed soft kisses against your wrists. âI also heard that you needed to help me with the table.âÂ
âYeah.â The smile on your lips didnât leave fully, but it dimmed as you pulled away and began the search for Wandaâa favorite cutlery, because leave it to the lawyers to have multiple sets all intended for different events and holidays. âDo you think Fanny will run away if we let her off the leash?âÂ
âShe wonât run away.â Natasha laughed, dragging her fingers against the small of your back as she joined you beside the long dresser filled with different assortments of serving plates and utensils. She pointed toward the intended set, and you collected three forks and knives with a hum, unable to contain your excitement.Â
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The beating sun fell harshly against your sunscreen slathered skin, provoking sensations of warmth and comfort as you and Natasha chased after the softball sheâd dug out of the garage. Lucky had decided that your game of fetch was no longer worth his attention, and had retreated back to Wandaâs side after youâd thrown the ball far off into the field for the umpteenth time. Your laughter bellowed through the park as Natasha bumped her hip against yours, sending you sidewalks on your walk to retrieve it.Â
Although the grass was luscious and green, concealing many lost toys and objects, the lime colored ball stuck out like a sore thumb just inches ahead of you. The hours had rolled by quickly, afternoon soaking up the last of its stretches as nightfall became an approaching promise that no amount of pleading could stall. Youâd spent the last four hours beneath the rays of delicate light, enjoying the practically abandoned park for what it was. Birds chirped at the very tops of tall trees, squirrels carried acorns across the sidewalk and scurried up the bench only to drop them and begin the process over again, only occasionally did another dog owner come trailing through and stopped for friendly conversation, but Wanda always responded eagerly. You hadnât had a day this simple in weeks, spending most of your time either out beside the pool or trailing after your girlfriends as they tagged each other in to be CEO for the day. It felt utterly domestic to be beside them surrounded only by nature and traffic sounds, far away from paperwork and the house that had begun to feel confining. You soaked every second up eagerly, knowing it would end far too soon.Â
You reached for the ball when you were close enough, batting away Natashaâs hands as she fought to retrieve it first. The Russian laughed loudly when you attempted to shove her body out of the way, yet despite all of your strength being put behind the shove, she remained perfectly in place. You huffed, but quickly your lips curled into a grin when the ball was safely between your fingers. Natasha merely rolled her eyes because you both knew that she had let you win despite her dirty tricks. You spun around to show Wanda, your smile wide with pride, but your eyes didnât find the Sokovian alone beside the bench where the bag of treats and water was left. Instead, you found her in deep conversation with a woman she looked all too comfortable beside.Â
You werenât a jealous person, you could let a lot fall off your shoulders, but there was something about the way she was talking with the stranger that made your belly sick with envy. The green eyes youâd fallen in love with were creased around the edges, bright and full of radiant light as she continued on with the conversation that had her laughing. Her head was inclined to the side in that same dominating manner that sheâd bestowed upon you mere hours ago, and although one of her hands scratched at Fannyâs coat, the other reached out to brush against the stranger's forearm. She wasnât Wanda as she stood beneath the dark shadows branches on the tallest tree in the park projected, she was Mommy. Your smile fell quickly, the ball no longer anything interesting.Â
Natashaâs hand falling onto the small of your back startled you enough for the ball to fall back into the blades of grass, slipping through your fingers like it wasnât really there at all. You watched it slip into the tall blades, nearly concealed entirely, and you made no attempt to retrieve it as you turned your frown in her direction, the falling sun still bright enough to force you to squint as the light hit your eyes. The Russian laughed softly, her thumb rubbing softly against your clothed skin. âGot a problem, moya lyubovâ?â There was a mischievous gleam in her equally squinted eyes, and you took the time to notice that surrounded by the clear blue skies and open fields, the color around her pupils was electric and undeniably green.
âMine.â You huffed out, wanting to wriggle your body if only to make a point that you were unhappy with the entire arrangement happening before you. Your slitted eyes trailed over to Wanda once more, but the Sokovian was still oblivious to your heavy stare.
âYeah, sheâs yours, dorogaya. But, sheâs also friends with Daisy.â Natasha smiled understandingly, her hand on the small of your back guiding you closer into her side. She wraps you up entirely, her cheek falling onto the top of your head as the both of you steady your glances on Wanda, and apparently Daisy. You decide quickly that you donât like the latter. âSheâs still yours, nothing is going to change that.âÂ
âI wanna go home.â You pout, aware that youâre being petulant, but not willing to change your mind as you detangle yourself from her arms and collect the softball without so much as a nod of acceptance from Natasha.Â
It takes seventeen steps exactly to end up directly beside where Wandaâs standing with Daisy, you count each and every one as your feet pound against innocent blades of summer fresh grass. Youâll miss the softness that squishes beneath your feet when winter rolls around and everything becomes muted and harsh, but for now, youâre content to overlook the beauty of this moment in favor of getting out as quickly as you can.Â
âHey, utenok.â Wanda smiles sweetly down at you, her hand brushing against your forearm as she attempts to draw you into her side. You shrug off her touch, lips settled into a scowl as you make your way toward the bag packed with everything you could possibly need for not only the dogs, but for yourselves. Youâve been snacking all day, the tupperware of strawberries and pineapple nearly empty as you and Natasha had shoved your mouths full of the fruit an hour into your park visit.Â
âWeâre going home.â You say curtly, already holding onto the two solid purple leashes that would soon be attached to the solid black collars adorning the puppies necks. Wandaâs eyebrows raise not only in question, but in challenge, your dynamic having lingered in the air since that morning, but you werenât willing to submit anymore.Â
âOh, are we?â She hums, both her and Daisy turning to watch you as you beckon Fanny and Lucky to your sides, fingers already clamping around their collars and clipping the leashes to them. You're as gentle as you can be, but Fannyâs wriggling around makes it harder to attach. You sigh in frustration, getting down on your knees to softly coax the retriever into momentary stillness. âThatâs my cue Daisy.â Wanda decides to give into your decision, if only to uncover the reason behind your attitude if nothing else. You merely huff when Daisy says goodbye to not only Wanda, but you, her black painted fingernails wiggling softly beneath the setting sun before sheâs back to jogging down the path, her ponytail swinging with every step she takes.Â
âNat!â You call for the Russian, watching her frolic through the field like you hadnât told her you wanted to leave. The softball is between her fingers, and every couple of minutes she throws it back up into the air and lets it crash against her palm. Her sharp eyes find you smugly, but youâre in no mood to let her win. âLetâs go!âÂ
âI donât like this little attitude, detka.â Wanda warns evenly, her eyes slitted into dangerous daggers as she peers down at you dominatingly. You merely huff at her stance, only able to picture her standing in such a way in front of Daisy. When you donât bend like you typically do, she cocks her head to the side, green eyes begging to understand whatâs happened in the last ten minutes. âWhatâs the problem, you were having such a good time.âÂ
Unable to help the eyeroll that follows her question, you donât even bother looking up at her as you begin to set your pace for the entrance of the park, both leashes tightly between your fingers. âWhat does it matter to you.â You mutter, just barely able to step around her before her hand is grabbing onto your wrist and keeping you still.Â
Wanda pulled you back to her chest, assuring that you wouldnât move before she let her words slip against the softest area of your neck, chills falling down your spine as her breath tickled your sensitive skin. Her words were dangerous, calculated even, but all you could picture was her hand on Daisyâs arm when she shouldâve been paying attention to you. âI would think about who youâre talking to like that, detka.â She warned, but you merely huffed and tugged your arm free.Â
âLeave me alone.â You snapped, fingers curling possessively around the two leashes in hand. Lucky and Fanny, who had been more than thrilled to go on a walk, pulled at their leads with eager excitement, their golden tails wagging in tandem with the other. You didnât fight against them, letting them lead you in the direction of the entrance, not even craning your head to assure that Wanda and Natasha were following.Â
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Much to Wandaâs annoyance, your attitude seemed to be around for the long haul. Dinner was an awkward affair, filled only with the sounds of silverware clanking against plates and the occasional comment from Wanda who had given you several chances to amend your little issue. You werenât receptive to any of it, though each attempt dampened your panties that were now stuck uncomfortably to your throbbing core. Her hand had fallen firmly against your thigh halfway through dinner, and she spared you no ounce of pain as she squeezed the sensitive flesh each time you had the courage to roll your eyes at her or even worse, Natasha. The Russian had been merely collateral damage, but every time she chimed in at Wandaâs defense, you found yourself growing more annoyed, but worse than that, sexually frustrated. Despite the scene last night, neither of them had touched you, and with Wandaâs hand lingering so close to where you needed her, that fact had turned you into putty quickly.Â
Yelena had come to pick the dogs up just after eight, only sticking around for long enough to inform Natasha of the grueling activities sheâd been forced to oversee for her companyâs annual donation fair. Youâd never understand what it was that Yelena did exactly, but each time she talked about the job that kept her busy and moving, it was always with exuberant pride and happiness. You were happy for her little life that she adored, but you were even happier when she left and you could throw yourself at Natasha with a bruising and desperate kiss.Â
Your arms looped around her neck, chests flush together as you swiped your tongue across her bottom lip, hardly caring that you were making out with the highest profile lawyer in the world right beside the open window. Anyone who was unfortunate enough to pass by could see how desperately your fingers curled into the curls at the nape of her neck, your hips having a mind of their own as you attempted to push your bodies into one. Natasha was more than receptive to your embrace, but the second you thought youâd won the fight for dominance, she backed you up against the wall, your wandering hands pinned above your head.Â
âYouâre not mine to have tonight, d'yavolenok.â Her hot and heavy breaths fall across your lips as she settles her forehead against yours, effectively ending whatever you had anticipated to come from the impromptu kiss. You whined, hips arching off the wall and pushing into hers, desperate to change her mind, but there was no winning tonight. The only way you were getting even an ounce of pleasure was through Wanda, and the Sokovian sat unamused on the couch, not even attempting to join in on the game youâd initiated.Â
âI want you, Daddy!â You whined, pouty eyes searching for hers, but Natasha had already made up her mind, and as quickly as her hands had pinned your wrists, the touch was falling away and she was walking back toward the couch where her body sank in without protest. Wanda didnât make any move to embrace the Russian, but it didnât seem like Natasha had expected her to, because she curled into the arm of the couch and settled her attention on the television, entirely uninterested in your high pitched whines and stompy feet. Â
âIf you want something, I suggest you end your little tantrum and bring your ass over here, dorogaya. I will not tell you again to cut it out.â Wandaâs voice is stern and cold, but your feet find their way closer to her either way. You donât ask before you settle into her lap, a pout on your lips as you press your face into her neck and hold onto her tightly. She doesnât push you away like youâd anticipated, but you shouldâve known by now that Wanda would never push you away, still the fear lingers in your mind anytime you push against her authority. Instead of handling you harshly like youâd thought would happen, her hand comes up to cradle the back of your head tenderly while her other hand settles on the small of your back beneath the t-shirt adorning your torso. Her skin is warm, not entirely cold but not exceedingly hot either. She feels perfect against you, but there's more that you want, and sheâs making no indication that sheâs going to give it to you. âDo you want to tell me whatâs got you so fussy?âÂ
When you donât answer, Wandaâs fingers tangle into your hair and pull your face away from her neck sharply. A guttural moan falls off the tip of your tongue as your head cranes backward and your eyes flutter closed. Your hips, still with a mind of their own, twitch against the thigh youâve found a seat on, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your lower belly that rages with a fire demanding to be extinguished. âI made myself very clear, utenok. Iâve been very lenient with this attitude of yours, do not be so foolish as to think I wonât have you over my lap in the next thirty seconds.âÂ
You whined at her words, hips still grinding against her thigh. Youâd never found yourself in this position before, never desperate enough to search for release against her thigh adorned with only freckles and the lingering presence of sunscreen, but thereâs not a single coherent thought in your brain that tells you to stop and maintain the little dignity you have left. Your shorts are thin, your panties even thinner as they become soaked through entirely, and each pass of your hips against her skin feels beyond pleasurable. âM-Mine.â You just barely get the words past your lips before Wandaâs pulling at your hair again, provoking a shuddered whine that sounds entirely too high-pitched to have fallen from your lips.Â
Wandaâs silent for a moment, but when she speaks again, your cheeks flush pink and you whine in embarrassment. Hearing her verbally address whatâs been bothering you makes it seem so pathetic. âIs this little attitude of yours about Daisy?â She questions, the hand in your hair slipping away to instead hold tightly to your chin, forcing your eyes to meet hers beneath the lamplight drowning the living room.Â
âMine.â Your whimper is soft, entirely breathy as you search her eyes, pleading with her to understand. Wanda merely hums, a soft smile gracing her lips that had been pressed into a thin unimpressed line before sheâs drawing you closer and slotting her lips against yours in a passionate embrace. You groan into her mouth when her tongue, hot and light, swipes across your bottom lip. You donât fight her for dominance, instead allowing your lips to fall slack and accept the presence of her in your mouth. She searches every part of you with passion, her hands falling down to your hips at some point, dragging you against her thigh with intent, helping you find a steady rhythm whilst simultaneously distracting you with a bruising and head swimming kiss.Â
You only pull away when you canât handle both sensations of pleasure at once, your head swimming in fuzzy thoughts as your hips begin to stutter desperately against her thigh. Your shorts are equally as drenched as your panties, and youâre sure that with each forced drag of your hips she can feel the wetness seeping into her skin, hot and sticky with desire. Youâre so painfully close, but the stimulation isnât enough. âM-More.â You pant, head thrown back as your eyes flutter closed, your fingers tangling into her hand thatâs hanging loosely down her shoulders.Â
Wanda merely laughs at your desperation, the sound cruel and entirely condescending as it pairs with your desperate whines and moans. âOh, honey. Did you really think I was going to give it to you easily? My poor little duckling, no. Either you cum on my thigh, or you donât cum at all. Only good girls get what they want.â She taunts, dragging her teeth against the expanse of your neck, humming in contentment when you release a shaky sigh, your fingers grabbing at her desperately.Â
âI-I canât!â You cry out weakly, your hips losing their rhythm as you try to chase the pleasure that's ebbing away with each failed thrust. Her hands have stopped guiding you, sitting heavy on your thighs that frame her waist.Â
âMy dumb little baby needs Mommyâs help with everything, huh?â The Sokovian ridicules, but her hands find a home on your hips either way, beginning to guide your pace again. Sheâs ruthless, quick with her motions and entirely controlling, but it gets you back at the top of that mountain of bliss in seconds, and your whines of frustrations become moans of desperation. Youâre so close, so painfully close that you can taste the wisps of pleasure that dance across your vision, but itâs still not enough. Wandaâs enjoying herself entirely, each rock of your hips forcing your body to roll against her own dripping core, and the sounds of Natashaâs moans fill your ears albiet vaguely, your own pleasure drowning out the sounds of hers. Still, you donât even have to look at the Russian to know that her hand has disappeared beneath her shorts and her fingers are glistening with her own arousal. âCome on, detka. Cum for Mommy, be a good girl.âÂ
Your moans become frantic when Wanda flexes her thigh beneath your weight, giving you just the right addition of something more. Thatall it takes for you to fall off the edge and cum on her thigh, your panties absolutely saturated in pleasure when you finally stutter to a stop against her chest. The Sokovianâs moans are broken and soft as her head tips backward and she meets the same fate as you. You sink against her chest, pushing closer into her as you whimper in sensitivity, trying to wiggle away from her thigh and settle fully in her lap.Â
âMine.â You whisper against her skin, inhaling the traces of grapefruit that have dissipated throughout the day, but if you focus on her scent hard enough, the faintest tinge of fruit still linger around the collar of her shirt. Your hand searches for hers, and she allows you to grab onto it easily, guiding up to your lips as your eyes flutter close and you embrace the darkness that comes with it. Her thumb is heavy against your tongue as you bite at it softly.Â
âAll yours, detka. Just yours.â Wanda promises, her lips ghosting across the top of your head when she adjusts the position sheâs in so that she can lean against Natashaâs chest, assuring that you're safe against her chest as her own eyes flutter closed. âNothing is going to change that.âÂ
The hand that isnât held captive dips beneath your shirt again, and her nails scratch soft lines across your spine as you melt further into her, eyes only peeling open when you become desperate to hear the same reassurances from Natasha. âMine.â Your words vibrate against Wandaâs skin, and the lawyer smiles fondly down at you.Â
âYouâre mine, sweetheart.â Natashaâs hand falls gently onto your cheek, her thumb brushing against your cheekbone as she holds you tenderly. âYouâre ours.â
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LOVE IS A RUTHLESS GAME
summary â itâs been months since natashaâs submitted to her wife, but thatâs about to change. youâre lucky enough to watch the entire scene unfold
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, the chaotic duo of lucky and fanny, sub!nat, sub!reader, face slapping, pussy slapping, edging, cockwarming, face sitting, nipple stimulation, degradation, praise, dildo riding, dom/sub dynamics, teasing, begging, delayed orgasm, orgasm control, mentions of exhibitionism, oral, bondage, finger sucking, cum eating, threesome, aftercare, men/minors dni
authors note â weâre not even going to address the fact that this was meant to be an entirely separate fic and that now i have to write a part two because it got too long to add any more. this is literal filth, but there are some cute/goofy moments + mean wanda
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff â§
It was bound to be a great day when Natasha got a phone call from Yelena asking if she could watch Fanny and Lucky for a couple of hours; some work conflict having come up on short notice and Kate was already out of town. Those couple of hours had turned into an overnight arrangement rather quickly, but you were just happy that Natasha agreed to keep both dogs for the night and hadnât sent the excitable pups back through the door they came in at when Yelena dropped the bombshell.Â
Wanda was less than pleased to have not one but two dogs running around her perfectly kept house, and had turned her glare on Natasha multiple times because of it. It turns out that Kate and Yelena let the pups run wild, furniture wasnât off limits and wiping their paws at the door was entirely foreign. You had looked at Wanda in sheer amusement when sheâd tried to get the two tail-wagging pups to understand the concept of drying their paws before stepping onto her hardwood floors. Theyâd merely shook their coats and trotted past her, muddy paw prints adorning the couch seconds later. It was safe to say that Natasha was beyond the point of simply being in trouble with the Sokovian. The Russian had been tiptoeing around for hours, her eyes filled with unbudgeable worry as she scouted each room for Wandaâs presence before even considering entering fully. Â
When Natasha appeared again, hair tied up in a bun and blue light glasses slipping down the slope of her nose, that same gleam of hesitance brimmed in her calculated green eyes. You were curled up on the couch, Fannyâs head on one thigh while Luckyâs head rested on the other. Your eyes were staring straight ahead at the television screen, an old movie you hadnât seen in ages holding your attention, but the dogs had decided that giving Wanda grief since their arrival had officially tired them out. Lucky snored, you found out rather quickly. Fanny was quiet, but your heart ached when she whined every so often and the little paws folded beneath her shaggy belly twitched and jerked like she was trying to run. You didnât know much about dogs, had never had much interest in having one of your own, but you could appreciate their warm comfort. The Sokovian that was being searched for had gone out back an hour ago, a book in her hands that was already half finished but rather lengthy. As sheâd passed you on her way out, careful not to let the dogs out with her, sheâd told you she wouldnât mind an interruption if you wanted to join her, but Natasha had pointedly been left out of that invitation.Â
âWhereâs your girlfriend?â Natasha asked cautiously, fixing the black framed glasses so they sat on the top of her head, no longer needing them for the work assignments she left behind in her office. There was never any shortage of work to be done, never any space between deadlines and start-ups, but the women found a balance easily, something you admired as more than just their girlfriend. They were never CEOâs first. They were wives, girlfriends, sisters, friends, people. Pursuing a career in computer science has shown you the harsher sides of corporate companies and the intricacies that running a successful business entails. Youâd shaken hands with too many sour old men that devoted their lives to the office and were somehow surprised when their wives left them. Wanda and Natasha would never understand how easy they made it look, and how inspiring they are, being successful women in positions of power.Â
âMy girlfriend, is she?â You quirked a single eyebrow, an expression you had more or less adopted as your own since the start of the summer. Seeing you wear an expression that Wanda practically owned never failed to make Natasha weak in the knees. âGetting a divorce that I donât know about?âÂ
âAfter tonight? We might be.â Although Natasha was merely teasing, playing into the game that you had set up, you frowned at the genuine concern in her simple words. Yelena had put her in between a rock and a hard place, even if it wasnât entirely intentional. She had definitely left out the part about needing someone to watch the dogs overnight on purpose, but Wandaâs reaction to the news wasnât her fault. Natasha always checked base with Wanda before she agreed to anything that involved more than just herself, Yelena had no reason to assume anything different of today, but in the chaos of receiving the phone call only minutes before a virtual conference, it had fallen away from Natashaâs mind until the doorbell rang. Â
You smiled sympathetically at Natasha, wanting to kiss the creased skin between her eyebrows until it was smooth and soft with ease, but you were effectively nap-trapped by the Golden Retriever and Akita who you didnât really want waking up anytime soon. Theyâd finally calmed down, there was silence over the house again, and disturbing the peace felt like initiating a war. âWanda will get over it.âÂ
âWanda hates dogs.â Natasha rolled her eyes like that was the most obvious answer ever, which it was, you knew extremely well how passionate Wanda was about not liking or wanting a dog, but she didnât hate dogs enough to completely walk away from Natasha. You sighed, deciding that disturbing the nap the two pups were taking on you was less important than resolving the rising issue between your girlfriends.Â
Fanny yelped when you shrugged her head off of your thigh, but Lucky remained quiet and merely resettled into the cushions that were warm from where your weight had sat. You grabbed Natashaâs hand without any explanation, not that you needed one, but still she let you guide her through the house without questioning where you were leading her. Her expression grimmed when she spotted Wanda lounged beside the pool, a recently published law book in her hands that was nearly finished as she turned yet another page getting closer to the official end. You didnât spare the time to admire how fast she read, merely slipped through the sliding glass door and dragged Natasha along with you.Â
The door was closed quickly, because although Lucky and Fanny were seemingly content on the couch for the time being, probably missing their Moms as the hours rolled by and the heavy sun became lighter with dusk, you didnât fancy taking the risk of them wandering outside to find where youâd gone. Â
Wanda peered over the edge of her book, sunglasses that were no longer needed now that the unforgiving sunlight had become crisp with wisps of orange, perched on the top of her head in the same fashion as Natashaâs. They were eerily similar, always so in tune with the other even when the tide got choppy. There was no question about how or why they worked so well together, they just did.Â
âPlease tell your wife that youâre not going to divorce her.â You deadpanned, not even sparing Natasha a glance as you firmly addressed Wanda, who raised both eyebrows in question at your demand. Wandaâs eyes, sparkling beneath the sun, looked between you and Natasha with something unreadable deep beneath them. âSheâs being unreasonable. Thatâs my job.â You pushed further, sensing that Wandaâs silence was around for the long haul if you didnât make the severity of the situation known. Natasha was uncharacteristically not herself in the moment, and you despised every second of it.Â
Wanda sighed, allowing her hands to relinquish the grip she had on her book. It fell onto her thighs that were warm from constant sunlight, the only shadow thrown over her illuminating body. âNatalia, donât be dense.â She rolled her eyes, accent strong as the day sheâd learned how to say her first sentence. The air was thin around the three of you, Natashaâs grip on your hand tight and unnerving. This was not the way Wanda addressed things, for a second you stopped to consider that maybe Natasha had a point to be so concerned, but that fell away when a whimper so soft it sounded like another tale that the wind tried to tell reached your ears.Â
Wanda wasnât annoyed. No, that is absolutely not what was going on. Youâd thought she was, had every reason to believe that she was, until a ghost of a smirk splayed across her lips tinted pink from how many strawberries sheâd eaten beside the pool. Their dynamic had been only a whispered thing, soft stories and recounts of the nights where Natasha gave herself over to Wanda, but in the almost year that youâd been present in their home and in their lives, youâd never seen it play out. You had no reason to when you were merely around to be a release for Natasha, but now you were their girlfriends, and it dawned on you harsher than the unforgiving sun that it had been months since Natasha relinquished control. This wasnât about her being paranoid, this was about her wanting to be reprimanded, wanting to let Wanda take over.Â
Wanda stood from the lounge chair, bowl of strawberries and her book the only things that said she was ever laid out at all. She was close enough to smell when her feet stopped carrying her forward, and you noted that she mustâve gotten a new perfume because there was something reminiscent of grapefruit lingering around her. You held your breath when Wandaâs palm connected with Natashaâs cheek, the slap sounding harsher than it was. Youâd grown familiar with loud echoes after soft slaps, your ass had been discolored by them too many times. There was nothing that couldâve warned you about the harsh treatment, but Natasha didnât waver behind you. Her knees didnât fold like yours would have and her shoulders never shook like she feared the next hit. Slapping was a hard limit for you, but Natasha merely sighed at the contact of Wandaâs palm hitting cheek.Â
âItâs been a while since Iâve played with you, hasnât it, kroshechnyy tantsor?â Wanda cooed, a glint of danger breaching her eyes. This was not how she handled you. Youâd seen her be harsh, cruel even, but she looked downright mean as the sun glimmered against every inch of available skin that already held a lingering tan. Natasha was allured by the look in her wifeâs eyes, and you noticed that she hadnât yet spoken at your side.Â
âIs that what you want? You want me to play with you, milaya? Want our little duckling to know what a slut her Daddy is?â Wanda pressed further, edging Natasha right into a state that was only able to be categorized as submissive. You could hear the stories of their dynamic a million times a day, but nothing would have ever prepared you for the sight of it to be unfolding right in front of you; unfiltered and perfectly easy. âYou can speak, milaya. Tell me what you want.âÂ
âPlease, Wanda.â There it was, the first utterance of Natashaâs gravely voice in the minutes that it had been since you dragged her outside. It was light, airy even, softer than a million seeds falling from the pappus of a dandelion.Â
âDetka,â Wanda looked toward you, her eyes so much softer than they had been as she peered into Natashaâs soul and dared her to push back. You hummed, inclining your head to the side in an expression that radiated innocence and submission. Even if she wasnât playing with you, Wanda was still your dominant, you still felt she deserved to be shown respect as she floated nearer and nearer to one of her favorite headspaces. You adored every shade of green that lived within the Sokovianâs eyes, but there was something so captivating about the shade of Juniper that attempted to drown her pupils when she let herself hold all control. âI am not going to be soft with Natalia. You are welcome to join us in the bedroom, but if it gets too much for you, I expect you to leave. Do not stay because you think youâll be able to handle it.âÂ
Your brain was a mess of spiraling thoughts, wondering the state that Natasha would be left in when Wanda was through with her, and the extent of which they played at all. There were so many unanswered questions that you hadnât been at liberty to ask before, but now you had every right to know what turned your girlfriends on, and there was no way youâd be missing out on whatever the scene had to offer. Despite the heavy gears turning in your head that were effectively dampening your panties, you managed to nod your head albeit hesitantly and jerkily. âOkay.â You breathed out, earning a smile from the Sokovian and a tight squeeze of your hand from the Russian. âAre you okay with me watching?â You turned the question on Natasha, assuming that considering Wanda was the one who had extended the invitation she wasnât opposed to your presence in the room as she unraveled all the tight knots Natasha had been putting into place.Â
âOh honey.â Wanda preened with an edge to her tone that had Natasha whining at your side, âNatalia is quite the fan of having an audience. My little slut thinks itâs quite the turn on to be the main attraction. Isnât that right, shlyukha?âÂ
Natasha nodded quickly, her eyes clouded with lust and desperation that wasnât unusual, but had never been so translucent. You wondered if you looked the same when Wanda had you beneath her thumb, pliant and eager to be ruined, but now was not the time for daydreams about your own submissive nature.Â
âOh.â A whispered response fell off of your tongue as your cheeks became hot with the presence of a blush that was a result of anything but embarrassment. Your stomach tightened at the information, imagining what scenarios had led to that discovery and how intensely theyâd played into it. Natasha was not shy. She had no reason to be with her perfectly smooth and silky skin and tits that could win awards if there was ever such a competition to judge. She was breathtaking, you knew it and she knew it, but youâd never expected to hear that she was into exhibition. A sense of pride flooded your system when you could pinpoint the appropriate term on the tip of your tongue, Wandaâs mini lectures paying off.Â
âMmm.â Wanda hummed, a smirk on her lips that didnât quite reach her eyes as she practically undressed Natasha. The woman was barely upright anymore, her knees weak as she readjusted her stance time and time again, and you werenât oblivious to the way her thighs pressed together trying to relieve the ache in her core. If Wanda noticed, which she did, nothing was said about the vain attempts. âDetka, be a dear and help Natalia into the bedroom will you? I want her in a single-column tie before I get up there.âÂ
Natasha groaned beside you, her head as heavy as a ragdolls as it lulled back and faced the dwindling sunshine like a lonely sunflower would. The train of spiraling thoughts that had been running circles around your brain came to a halting stop at the request, a tinge of pink rising across your neck as you fumbled with your intertwined fingers, not even remember when you had dropped Natashaâs hand, or maybe she had been the one to drop yours, âI donâtâ What is that?âÂ
Wanda, patient as always, merely smiled and inclined her head toward Natasha, an expectant hardness lingering within her sage stare that was darkening by the minute in tune with the depleting sunlight across the sky. It wasnât cold by any means, still in the warmer months of summertime, but the air around you felt frigid either way. The only thing that could bring warmth back to your body was the touch of your girlfriends. âNatalia will show you. Wonât you, malen'kaya shlyushka. Youâll show our duckling how you like to be restrained to the headboard?âÂ
âYebat.â Natasha whimpered, her eyes flickering toward you, filled with desperate longing that didnât seem to be Wandaâs main concern at the moment. You gnawed at your bottom lip, your eyes hooded and dark, twinged with lust that was steadily growing. âYes.â Natasha exhaled, eyes flickering back up to meet Wandaâs when the lawyer shifted her stance and inclined her head expectantly.Â
âGood girl.â Wandaâs praise was curt and dismissive, not filled with warmth and satisfaction that you had grown so used to in recent months. You found yourself frowning, because even if the praise hadnât been intended for you, you still hung onto her every word. Wanda, ever observant, didnât fight the fond expression that slipped across her features as she turned her sharp gaze to you. âYouâre a good girl too, moya utenok. Now go help Natalia. Iâll make sure the ties are okay, Natty wonât get hurt. I just want you to try your best. Okay?â Despite not recognizing the anxiousness that settled in your belly amidst the desperation that brewed simultaneously, the proposition of being the one to restrain Natasha had worried you, but your shoulders relaxed at Wandaâs assurance that your attempt wouldnât be the final verdict if she found anything less than perfect with the knots you bound her wife with. You nodded, a whispered response filling the air that separated your body from the Sokovians.Â
Natasha grabbed your hand, whether it was to steady herself or to ground you, you werenât entirely sure, but you laced your fingers together and set your course back toward the house where Fanny and Lucky were waiting at the sliding glass door. Youâd forgotten about the four legged pups since coming outside, but their hot panting that dirtied the glass implied that they hadnât forgotten about you. You didnât try to keep them inside as you slipped in, figuring that keeping them away from the breakable indoors while the three of you were otherwise occupied was the best plan of action if you were going to save Wanda a heart attack.Â
âNatalia!â Wandaâs voice was precisely projected as it reached both yours and Natashaâs ears, the thickness of her accent wearing slightly as she forced the words through her diaphragm carefully. It was still a wonder how many years the lawyer had spent in the United States, but it had been enough to ease the traces of home out of her tone naturally. âYA khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda.âÂ
Natashaâs breath stuttered in her chest, and though you were picking up on the simple terms of endearment that they uttered to you routinely, you understood nothing of the sentence that had been just loud enough to settle through the space you occupied. Natasha did however, and when she closed the sliding glass door and guided you deeper into the house, she whispered shortly against the shell of your ear, âWandaâs trying to kill you.âÂ
You paled slightly at the confirmation that whatever Wanda had requested, had been in regards to you. Unable to predict what the lawyer could have wanted, you didnât think to ask, not wanting any distractions that would interfere with the ropes you were instructed to bind. The bedroom was saturated in darkness when you entered through the door, curtains drawn and lights switched off. The only sounds that suggested the room was occupied came from yours and Natashaâs footsteps, but even they were softer than usual. The energy that Wanda possessed had taken its toll, and both of your bodies were eager for sensations that only the Sokovian had the authority to grant.Â
Natasha reached for the light switch, drenching the room with artificial brightness that tore shades of cream from the pillowcases adorning the bed. Traces of you lingered across every expanse of space, the room no longer just theirs but yours. Yours to share gentle kisses concealed by darkness in. Yours to sing and dance in when rain pelted the widows and work had been forgotten. Yours to share these intimate moments. Yours. Just yours.Â
Natasha tilted her head toward the closet, a space you had grown familiar with for more than just the necessity of needing an outfit in the morning. Your hands reached for the black case that you knew held instruments and toys for a scene like this, but you were stopped before your fingers could ghost against the smooth material. Instead, the Russian reached toward a shelf above the racks of suits and dresses, grabbing a red leather briefcase bound securely by a silver combination lock. Natasha placed it on one of the lesser occupied shelves, her fingers working at the black engraved digits with a practiced ease.Â
Despite the submission that you had seen from Natasha minutes prior, she looked down at you with dominance that was familiar and welcomed. Her voice was stern as she spoke to you quietly, not even sparing a glance at the lock that she continued to work open. âWe donât want you in this case unless we tell you. Whatâs in here is not for you to be playing around with. The combination is our birthdays, I trust that you wonât go snooping around where you donât belong without permission.âÂ
âOkay.â You whispered a response, finding that you were practically incapable of speaking at any other volume, entirely consumed with the weight of their presence and not wanting to disturb it. âNatty?â You peered up at your dominant, knowing that tonight was about her but unable to clear the lingering bliss in your head as you looked at her with nothing but sheer admiration.Â
âYes, dorogaya?â Natasha smiled at you softly, her hand reaching to cup your cheek though the tips of her fingers were chilled slightly from the metal sheâd been grasping at. You didnât shy away, leaning into her touch as she let herself be consumed with only you, not the promise of being tied to the bed and fucked into oblivion. âYou still okay with watching? Neither of us are going to be upset if you need to leave. Wanda and I donât have the same rules as we do with you.âÂ
You shook your head adamantly, wanting her to understand that their hot and heavy dynamic was not the cause of your soft question. âIâm okay. Just wanted to say I love you.âÂ
Natasha smiled, kissing you softly in the dimly lit closet. The only light that penetrated the space came from the bedroom, but you didnât need additional light to see the affection in her eyes. âI love you too.â She murmured against your lips, but as quickly as your sacred moment had come, it fell away and your attention was on the case that Natasha pulled open with eager fingers.Â
The case, although small, held toys and items that made your eyes bulge and your belly quiver. A collection of knives wrapped pristinely in thick black leather occupied a small fraction of the briefcase, beside it three half melted candles with wicks the color of coal. A pink dildo with a suction cup attachment at the base caught your attention, wondering why it had been displaced from the rest of the dildoâs and strap-ons that the slavic women owned. You didnât recognize anything else in the case; a bundle of rope that you assumed would be used to restrain Natasha, multiple thin link chain attachments, and an instrument that almost resembled a pizza cutter but the blade was prickled with sharp nubs that looked rather dull. Your eyes searched for Natashaâs, but she was busy rummaging through the case for something unspoken about. Your breathing shuddered when she collected a small bottle of lube in her hands, passing it over to you with a wink.Â
She grabbed the dildo and the rope next, closing the case just as quickly as she had opened it although the seconds it took her to find the objects she wanted felt like agonizing minutes. Her eyes, submissive and hazy, found yours in the dimly light brightness of the closer, a soft incline of her head pointing in the direction of the bedroom. âCome on.â You nodded jerkily, following her back into the master bedroom where Wandaâs presence still lacked to be.Â
Natasha didnât head for the bed like youâd been expecting, she headed for the single chair in the corner of the room that had never seen an ounce of attention from the women who preferred to hang around in the living room where sunlight bled in at every angle. You gasped when she stuck the dildo to the seat of the chair, almost a grimace in her face when she turned to look back at you. Although she proceeded to explain what Wanda expected of you, there was no need for an explanation. The bottle of lube in your hands wasnât for her, it was for you. Another rush of excitement sparked in your belly like connecting live wires, and you barely concealed your whine when Natasha began to strip out of her clothes, leaving them in pristine piles on the nightstand. The lace panties were the last to leave her body, deep red and thin as they slipped down her legs and pooled at her feet with glistening wetness visible across the center. You swallowed thickly, eyes caught on the sight of her core that, although mostly concealed by thighs that you wanted around your head, glimmered distinctly beneath the overhead light.Â
Your eyes trailed upward, drinking in the sight of her tensing abs that had only been so prominent last summer; the summer you arranged to be her submissive. Natasha found it easier to work out in the summer, when the weather was inviting and the workload lulled. Her hours spent in the home gym hadnât been in vain, and the ripples in her muscles held your attention for longer then they should have. You didnât want to pull your eyes away from her chest, where the sienna color of her breasts became rosy at her nipples that were pebbled and eager for stimulation. Another shuddering breath slipped into the space, but as easily as youâd lost your composure Natasaha was strapping you back into it and handing you the rope.Â
She laid starfish on the bed, her swollen and glistening core fully in sight as her thighs spread to allow access to whoever pleased to touch her first. Wanda had said nothing about binding her legs, and the almost silky rose in your hands wouldnât reach to tether them down. Natasha, head thrown back against the pillows and red curls spilling across them, looked at you expectantly with intense green eyes. Never had this much control been placed on your shoulders, but you wouldnât disappoint either one of them. Your thighs straddled Natashaâs waist, your chest falling in front of her face as she raised her arms and instructed you through the process of restraining her the way both she and Wanda liked. A whimper fell from your lips when Natasha leaned forward to mouth at your nipple through the thin t-shirt you wore, her hips grinding upwards and forcing sensations of pleasure through your core. You faltered on top of her, panting for breath as you tried to keep your attention on the ties you were making across her wrists, though it proved difficult when her teeth settled firmly around your nipple and tugged.Â
âN-Nat.â You whined, hips rocking with their own intention as you dropped your hands to the pillows and let yourself enjoy a single moment of the pleasure she was provoking. Your clit throbbed, your panties are drenched and clinging to your core. You were certain that if Wanda chose this moment to come up the stairs, the sight of you would be painfully erotic. Natasha fully naked, you fully clothed, hips grinding and thrusting and broken moans of pleasure echoing off otherwise silent walls. She could destroy you even beneath you and partially immobile, you were no longer blind to that fact. âS-Stop.â As much as you didnât want her to, you werenât sent upstairs to give pleasure and earn pleasure, and the thought of Wanda having a reason to punish the both of you was not a fire you wanted to start at the moment.Â
Natasha did stop, but she hummed in disappointment as her head fell back against the pillows, framed by your wrists and hands that still braced the majority of your weight. The knots around her wrists were as good as you would be able to get them without any further instruction, but you had no idea if they were good enough for Wandaâs standards. You didnât have the opportunity to dwell on the potential failure, able to hear the door sliding against the track and the softness of Wandaâs voice as she told Fanny and Lucky to stay.Â
âDo they feel okay?â You checked in softly, peering down between your arms to assure that her face gave no indication of discomfort. The Russian didnât respond, instead pulling at her arms and humming something that was inaudible with her teeth grinded together and lips pursed tight. âNat, I need you to tell me if they feel okay.â There was panic in your voice that pulled Natasha back into the moment, eyes searching yours before she realized that the soft sounds Wanda made as her feet braced the hardwood were growing closer and closer. Her footsteps werenât yet on the stairs that led to the room you occupied, but close enough to remind you both of how you werenât in the positions sheâd requested.Â
âTheyâre perfect, detka.â Natasha smiled encouragingly, bucking her hips beneath you once more, though this time the action was a reminder to shuffle off of her and settle yourself on the fuschia toy that was admittedly an eyesore within the neutral toned room. Your clothes came off in sloppy movements, not folded neatly like Natashaâs as they piled onto the floor and became wrinkled. The bottle of lube was unneeded with the thick ropes of arousal that clung to your inner thighs, a whine ripping from the back of your throat as you eased yourself onto the toy but forced your hips to remain still, not having Wandaâs permission to ride it just yet. You felt exceedingly full, each groove amongst the shaft pushing against the sensitive interior of your tight channel. Your eyes fluttered closed when you sucked in a breath, jostling your body just enough to earn a sweet sensation of pleasure within your velvet walls. Your eyes had been closed when Wanda entered, but they snapped open at the sound of Natasha mewling on the bed.Â
When your eyes found the Sokovian, she was leaning overtop of Natasha, both knees digging into the mattress beneath her though it barely sunk with her additional weight. Her fingers were adored with glimmering rings like they always were, though now they threaded into the intricate knots you had made with the beige colored rope and pulled tightly. She hummed her satisfaction when she found nothing wrong with the structure of the ties, juniper eyes searching for yours as she smiled proudly.Â
âGood job, little duckling.â She praised sweetly, though the words dripped with danger as she possessed that same glint of passion in her eyes that had appeared beneath the sunset. âI didnât know my sweet girl would be so skilled at tying her Daddy up.â Your core pulsed around the toy in your core, wetness seeping into the smooth faux leather beneath you. A whimper fell off your lips before you could keep it in, and Wandaâs lips twinged into a smile of fake sympathy. âI bet that pussyâs so full, malyshka. Why donât you tell Natalia how good you feel, this poor little pussys aching for the same treatment. Isnât that right, slut?â You gaped at the resounding slap that echoed off Wandaâs palm as she let her hand fall across the Russianâs hot cunt, wetness glistening beneath the light as the Sokovian pulled her hand back to inspect, toying with the arousal that remained on the expanse of her tinted pink skin. âSo wet. Did you enjoy having your little girl tie you up, Natalia?âÂ
Natasha moaned desperately, her hips chasing after Wandaâs hand that wasnât willing to repeat the former action. Her head bobbed against the pillows, curls becoming frizzy and wild from the frantic nod that became the only answer she provided. Wanda, seemingly satisfied with Natashaâs chosen silence, turned her gaze back to you, the demand to share your experience heavy in the silence.
Your cheeks, pink and flush, became hotter at the premise of vocalizing the sensations that were admittedly dull with lack of any major movement. âYouâll learn very quickly that I do not ask twice, milaya. Use your words before you earn the same rules as Natalia.â You didnât know Natashaâs rules, theyâd never been discussed, but her silence was enough to guess that she wasnât allowed to speak without permission.Â
âIt feels g-good. I feel so full, N-Nat.â You cried out, hips twitching for movement that you wouldnât allow. However short your explanation was, Wanda seemed pleased as she turned her attention to Natasha, who up until this point, had received the bare minimum.Â
Wandaâs fingers sought out Natashaâs nipples, and although yours remained untouched and entirely fine, you winced at the force behind her synchronous tugs. Natashaâs back arched off the bed and into Wandaâs hands, either an attempt to seek more or to lessen the sting entirely. The wanton moans that fell past her lips like a symphony were indicative of the pleasure the action had provided, and although her legs werenât bound, you didnât miss the twitch of her muscles as she strained to remain still.Â
Your core pleaded for more, walls fluttering around the intrusion of the toy that you hadnât quite gotten used to yet. The stretch felt intimidating, and so eagerly you wanted to bring your hips upward only to sink back down and accept the presence again. Your nails dug into the arms of the chair, knuckles white from the strength of your grip. Across the room, Wanda was tongue deep in Natashaâs mouth, the only sounds that existed around them being the wet smacks of lips losing suction and gasped breaths. Natasha, with her hands bound, fought against the restraints trying to reach out and touch Wanda, but her efforts failed each time she pulled, the knots unwilling to loosen enough for her hands to slip through. Wanda pulled away with a pleased hum, her fingers back at Natashaâs nipples as she twisted them harshly in tune with the other.Â
âPlease.â Natasha cried out, writhing on the bed as her legs closed tightly, slick thighs rubbing together in an attempt to bring even an ounce of pleasure over her desperate body. Wanda wasnât pleased by her efforts, hearing the slap land on Natashaâs cheek before you could process seeing it. Wanda was quick, efficient and cruel, but Natasha wasnât backing down. The lawyer wriggled and thrashed on the bed, a symphony of Russian falling off her tongue as she kept her eyes wide and on Wanda.Â
âDo not make me remind you of the rules, Natalia.â Wanda growled lowly, her voice thick with traces of an accent that suited her well, but only worsened your fate as you tried not to let your restraint crumble, wanting desperately to be good for her. You whined on the chair in the corner of the room, unable to stop yourself as you watched Wanda strike Natasha a third time, the Russian a moaning mess beneath the Sokovian as her cheek took on the faintest handprint of pink. âIs there something you need, moya utenok?âÂ
âC-Can Iâ Pleaseââ Your desperation had finally won over, and even without Wandaâs permission your hips grinded and thrashed against the leather beneath your thighs, guiding the dildo into that perfectly spongy part of your walls with ease. The sounds of your arousal were embarrassingly loud in the otherwise quiet room, and you could feel Natashaâs eyes on you as she laid stiff and still beneath Wanda. âPlease?âÂ
Wanda hummed thoughtfully, but when she spoke, your blood ran cold with dread and shame. âIt seems neither of you need my permission anymore.â She gave you a pointed glare, and your hips stuttered to a stop, no longer searching for pleasure as you shrunk beneath her glare. âIs that what youâd like, moya utenok? For Mommy to let you do whatever you please?âÂ
Frantically you shook your head, eyes wide and brimming with tears that had no reason to fall but gathered against your waterline anyway. You hated the mere idea of that ever happening, and you were in no mood to test the truth behind her implication. âNo! No Mommy!â You pleaded with her, aware of how pitiful and distressed you sounded as your cries shattered the silence. Natasha, though still beneath the fog that had gathered at the forefront of her mind in the face of Wandaâs brutal ministrations, nudged her knee upward, shaking her head at Wanda when the attention fell back down to her.Â
When Wandaâs eyes returned to you, they were softer, greener, filled with a gentle affection that had been impossible to find second earlier. âDo you want to ride the dildo, moya lyubovâ?â Her voice was softer, kinder, taking on the tone sheâd always devoted to you alone. It was a complete turn around from how sheâd been addressing Natasha, but the presence of her accent hadnât wavered.Â
âPlease Mommy!â You cried out, unsure of how many minutes youâd been impaled by the thick toy, but enough for the sun to have completely settled beneath the moon and taken its warmth with it. The window was open beyond the pulled curtains, a lingering breeze sweeping past your naked skin before it fell short of the bed where Wanda and Natasha remained entangled. The Sokovianâs hands were braced on the Russianâs abdomen, thighs around her waist squeezing tightly and restricting movement.Â
âGo ahead, dorogaya. Let me hear those pretty sounds whilst I see how many edges my little slut can handle before sheâs begging for mercy.â Wanda smiled eerily sweetly, casting her eyes back down to Natasha who was flush with arousal and the beginning of a grimace. âHow many was it last time, hm? Ten?âÂ
âEleven.â Natasha corrected, her eyes wide and pleading as she maintained eye contact with Wanda, her fingers twitching as she remained bound to the headboard that youâd thought was going to snap with the might of her struggles. âWands, I wantââÂ
âI donât care what you want, Natalia.â Wanda quipped before the rest of the sentence could ever exist outside of Natashaâs scrambled thoughts. The Russian nodded frantically, swallowing thickly in complete submission but even her reclaimed silence wasnât enough to satisfy Wanda who pinched the skin of her thigh until she winced and moaned needily, entirely unmade and pliant to be shaped into something new; something a little bit like you. âWhat do I keep you around for?âÂ
âTo please you.â Natashaâs voice was breathy and soft, the willingness to fight that had begun to swarm within her eyes that tinted a shade similar to evergreen entirely dismantled, replaced by a desire to submit without hesitance.Â
âDumb little sluts do not get to decide how I take my pleasure. Do not make me regret not gagging you.â Wanda scolded, and Natasha was eager to nod her head in understanding, whimpering into the near-silent room when her obedience was rewarded with a single finger circling her pebbled nipple.Â
Your hips grinded against the dildo buried deep within your pussy, guiding it across your slick walls near perfectly each time. Wandaâs eyes were transfixed on Natasha, but every few minutes she glanced back at you, and when she did, you could only whimper. In the minutes that it had taken to accomplish such a satisfying pace, Wanda had eased her mouth down to the spot where Natasha needed her most, tongue not daring to be kind as it circled and flicked at the throbbing bundle of nerves that had pleaded for attention since the start. Shattering moans and whispered pleas fell off of Natashaâs tongue, but each time the Russian grew too close to the edge, Wanda pulled away and her hand slapped harshly against Natashaâs cunt.Â
At the seventh edge, youâd never seen Natasha so beside herself. Pear shaped tears fell down her perfectly rosy cheeks and dampened the pillow cases when they eventually dripped off her unblemished skin and landed silently against the cotton covers. Her wrists had grown red from the relentless writhing and pulling, but her attention was solely on Wanda who offered no break. Three fingers worked the Russian open and scissored her wide, never fully pulling out before they slammed back into her at a pace so brutal it would be no surprise if she felt the aftermath for days. Your own orgasm was drawing closer as you watched Natasha submit and Wanda claim, and each snap of your hips only further invited it along.Â
The eight edge had Natasha wailing, throwing her head back as her hips jerked upward and chased after Wanda. Like every time before, the Sokovian voiced no sympathy, and her hand came down heavy and punishing against the swollen skin that adorned ropes of arousal. Natasha yearned for more, her face begged for Wanda to repeat the simple action of slapping her cunt, but just like the seven times that had come before, her unspoken request was denied.Â
âSo pretty when you cry for me. Moya khoroshen'kaya malen'kaya shlyukha. Is that what you are? My pretty little whore?â Wanda teased cynically, juniper no longer a shade amongst the blackness of her eyes entirely dilated by lust adorned pupils. She looked entirely ravenous with her hair tousled and chin glimmering with Natashaâs arousal.Â
âY-Yes.â Natasha cried out desperately, her voice scratchy now as it reached your ears. Your hips continued to stutter against the dildo, but without permission to cum, you forced away the growing tension that pulled at every muscle in your belly and begged for relief.Â
âLet me hear you say it.â Wanda pushed further, the tips of her fingers tracing the softest shapes into the slickness across Natashaâs inner thighs.Â
There wasnât an ounce of hesitation that crossed Natashaâs face before she was desperately crying out, âIâm your pretty little whore! P-Please Wanda! Please!âÂ
âSo fucking desperate.â Wanda tutted, a single finger sweeping through Natashaâs folds, though she pointedly avoided the Russian clit that throbbed for even an ounce of attention. Wanda was off the bed in seconds, coming straight at you with her glistening finger outstretched. You didnât need to ask what she wanted, leaning forward to accept the arousal soaked digit into your mouth with eyes as wide as saucers the second she was close enough.Â
Wanda hummed, pleased with your desperation, a fond smile pulling at her lips. âGood girl, malyshka.â She groaned at the feeling of your tongue sucking her fingers clean, your tongue lapping across the expanse of her knuckles as she pressed against your tongue, not hard enough to force you to gag, but enough to make your brain fill with static pleasure. You jumped when hot breath tickled the sensitive skin of your neck, leaning into her despite your skin not yet touching. âI know you want to cum, sweet girl. Youâve been so good waiting for Mommyâs permission, I didnât forget about you. You can cum whenever you want, but thatâs it. You donât need to keep up with Natalia.â Wanda whispered so softly against the shell of your ear you questioned if she was even real. The harshness that she had addressed you with before entirely dismantled. You leaned your forehead against her shoulder, panting as your hips hadnât stilled on the toy saturated with your arousal. Although the dildo was suctioned to the chair, one of your hands forced it to remain at the perfect angle between your thighs, and each time you drove your hips against the toy, your clit caught on the knuckle of your thumb only spurring you further into a frenzied state as you chased the orgasm you were finally allowed to have.Â
Wandaâs touch was gone far too soon, but your eyes traced her steps as she retreated back to Natasha. The redhead was beside herself as she wiggled and squirmed, chest heaving breaths that werenât quite full. Wanda didnât hesitate to restart her efforts at working Natasha toward relief, though this time she was much less graceful. Her fingers provoked squelching sounds from the tight cunt they occupied, her arousal coated tongue flicked unforgivingly and quick. Natasha looked like the rawest depiction of beauty as she cried out and whined, desperate to tangle her fingers into Wandaâs hair but to no avail did she succeed.Â
It had taken you only minutes to reach a high that had your toes curling and your thighs trembling. Without the grip of either of your girlfriends steadying your hips as you came crashing through your orgasm, your body jerked and writhed for more and less simultaneously. A melodious whine fell off the tip of your tongue before it was overshadowed by a moan that had your lips vibrating at the reverberations. Every muscle in your body tensed before it became nothing but jelly, leaving you a heap of sweat and arousal on the chair suddenly feeling very naked and exposed before the rapidly cooling breeze that snuck in through the open window behind you. Natashaâs eyes were locked on you, her head turned toward the side as she took in the sight of your self-inflicted orgasm. In the year that you had been involved with the Russian, sheâd never allowed such a thing. Youâd nearly forgotten what it felt like to pleasure yourself in all the best ways, but that wasnât really what happened anyways, youâd followed all of Wandaâs instructions, youâd waited for permission to fall over the edge, even without the touch of another, youâd never really been in control.Â
Your peace was shattered by a sharp and exceedingly needy while falling off of Natashaâs lips, her gaze snapping back toward where Wanda was perched between her thighs as another orasgam ended before it even started. You almost felt bad, almost. Although you werenât even able to imagine the kind of torment that came with being edged in the same room as your girlfriend that had permission to cum whenever she wanted, Natasha wanted this. It was hard to feel sympathy for a woman who walked herself into a trap and had been the very one to close the door. A smile splayed across your lips when Wanda slapped her cunt, and you couldnât help the giggle that came soon after when Natasha rattled off the long list of curses she knew in English. Your orgasm had brought a new sense of clarity over your once hazy mind, and now the actions that had seemed so cruel and ruthless, merely resembled affection and mutual trust. Natasha was a strong woman, but she was seemingly a slut in the same breath.
Wandaâs eyes met yours, glimmering with something sharp as a smirk replaced the permanent thin line that sat on her lips whenever Natasha was the focus of her attention. There was amusement clear in her eyes, something twisted lingering beneath the surface that you longed to know the reason for. âYou find something funny, malyshka?âÂ
Revived from the pliable state that youâd fallen beneath at the first instance of Wandaâs unfiltered dominance, your eyes lingering on Natashaâs face for barely a moment before you returned your gaze to Wanda and feigned perfect innocence. âNatty bit off more than she can chew.â You stated simply, aware of how you were betraying the woman that you yourself had bound to the bed, but more aware of the fact that Wanda seemed pleased with your admission.Â
âThat she did.â Wanda hummed, her fingers toying with Natashaâs sopping entrance that begged for more, but she wasnât willing to give in. âCome here, my little duckling.â Wanda inclined her head toward where she was perched between Natashaâs thighs, and although your legs felt like jelly beneath you, you didnât hesitate to comply with the demand. Your breath stuttered when the dildo finally slipped out of your pussy, the veiny grooves rubbing against every hypersensitive inch of your walls. None of the other dildos had such prominent veins, and although it was admittedly one of the smaller toys youâd taken since beginning a relationship with Wanda especially, you felt painfully empty without it inside of you.Â
Your steps were wobbly and slow, reminiscent of Bambi if you remembered correctly, but Wanda was in no rush to have you at her side and so she waited with an encouraging smile on her arousal drenched lips. It was warmer beside the bed, that was the first thing you noticed when youâd finally reached where Wanda laid. The wind didnât dip so far into the room that Natasha felt the chill cold, yet you wondered the response sheâd have to being encased by the soft breeze. She was responsive as it is, a shift in temperature was certain to have her mewling for something that wasnât allowed just yet.Â
âSince you find Nataliaâs position so funny, detka, I want you to edge her while I ride her face.â Wanda smirked, and suddenly you werenât finding Natashaâs position so funny anymore. Being allowed to eat either one of them out was the ultimate privilege, something you almost always had to beg for, but now it was being offered without bait, yet it came with a price that felt too steep to pay. Having to deny Natasha an orgasm sounded absolutely horrible. All you ever wanted to do was make her cum quickly and effectively. Wanda was aware of how eager you always seemed to be at the proposition of feeling either of their orgasms on your tongue, and either sheâd forgotten that, or she didnât care at all.Â
âButâ Wanda!â You whined, desperately hoping that youâd change her mind, but you knew the reality of your situation; either you got on your knees and complied with her request, or she carried on doing it herself. No matter your decision, no matter if it was your tongue or hers, Natasha wasnât seeing an orgasm until sheâd surpassed her last record.Â
âNot so funny now is it, milaya?â Wanda grinned like the cheshire cat, and you properly felt like a scolded child beneath her wild stare. You shook your head adamantly at the question, a smile no longer ghosting across your bitten lips as you looked between her and Natashaâs pink and swollen cunt. It was properly abused, fucked out and dripping onto the sheets yet still begging for more of what she wasnât yet allowed. âWhatâs your choice, utenok? My little sluts running out of patience.â Her word was true. Natasha looked ready to crumble at any minute, her eyes bouncing between you and Wanda with nothing but desperation in her heavy gaze.Â
âDo I have to edge her?â You whispered timidly, looking pleadingly up at the Sokovian. Wanda didnât respond, merely quirked an expectant eyebrow down at you and shifted her position. You sighed, shoving her out of the way in a manner that was less than graceful, but thankfully it went unreprimanded.Â
âGood choice.â Wanda hummed, already standing beside the bed and stripping eagerly out of her clothes. Her skin was tinted with lingering traces of the sun, thin lines adorning her shoulders from where bathing suits had forbidden the kiss of daylight. She looked entirely ethereal as she shimmied out of her own black panties, letting them pool around her ankles for merely a moment before she kicked them away and took her place overtop of Natasha. Her thighs framed the Russianâs face, individual freckles adorning her shins and thighs begging to be kissed and fawned over, but no such thing would happen tonight. With a sharp request for Natasha to stick her tongue out, she sank herself lower and lower until her pussy made contact with the hot and ready muscle. âIâll tell you what, moya lyubovâ,â Wanda began, a cynical smirk on her lips as she grinded her hips against Natashaâs face, dampening the flush skin with her arousal. âif you can get Natalia close with only your fingers, Iâll allow her to cum when I do. If you canât, we add four more edges.âÂ
âB-But I want to taste her!â You cried out, looking at Wanda with wild eyes that begged her to fold, but she wouldnât. This was the kindest sheâd been all evening and yet it was still so painfully cruel.Â
âWell thatâs a shame, sweetheart.â Wanda pouted, but her words were anything but sincere as she rocked against Natashaâs tongue and drug her clit against the textured surface, falling into bliss the longer she kept up with her ministrations.Â
You whined, settling on just using your fingers, not able to bring yourself to edge Natasha even further, or at all. Even if she was merely your girlfriend in this moment, all you ever wanted to do was cause pleasure, not be the one to take it away. Your fingers brushed through her folds gently, but Natasha still flinched away and tried to close her thighs. Your body between her legs forbade her from doing so, leaving her entrance easily accessible. You winced yourself, knowing that your fingers were frigid against her hot and worked up cunt, but you didnât give her the chance to grow accustomed to the feeling. Wanda wasnât slowing down, and you knew sheâd be cruel enough to force you to stop if she were to cum before Natasha grew close. You set a brutal pace, not sparing pleasantries like youâd typically do. Your fingers curled against the softest spot of Natashaâs walls the way you knew she enjoyed, and you committed the sound of her squelching pussy to memory. Youâd seen her wet before, youâd gotten her wet before, but youâd never taken the time to unravel her the way Wanda had. She was properly soaked, sheets drenched and darkened beneath her trembling thighs.Â
The pad of your thumb found her clit when her walls tightened around your fingers, rubbing skilled circles against the sensitive bud that begged for release you hoped you could provide in time. You didnât offer praises, didnât let encouragement slip into the silence filled by only Wandaâs moans as hers became muffled against the cunt riding her face. You were certain theyâd fall on deaf ears at this point, entirely positive that Natasha was too far gone into Wanda to even hear you utter her name. Instead, you encouraged her with the pressure of your thumb against her clit and the punishing speed at which you pumped your fingers in and out of her cunt. You had her right on the edge, right at the point of coming apart completely, but Wanda wasnât close. In your overzealous attempt to match the pace in which the Sokovian had set, you walked not only you, but Natasha into a trap.Â
âStop.â Wanda demanded, and you had no choice but to comply, your fingers coming to a halting stop within Natashaâs cunt that was so desperate for something sweet. You whimpered at the feeling of Natashaâs velvety walls fluttering around your fingers, her clit throbbing beneath your thumb as her hips squirmed wildly on the bed. There was no way youâd be sleeping here tonight, not with Wandaâs insurance that you never sleep on sheets that arenât perfectly clean. âIâll give you another chance, moya lyubovâ, do not let it go to waste again.â Your eyes snapped up to hers, unsure of whether it was yet another game she was playing, but when her head tilted the the side and her lips pursed, whether it was to hold back her own moans or to intimidate you, you werenât entirely sure, you knew she wasnât.Â
You nodded frantically, all attempts to get Natasha to the edge resuming, and it wasnât a hard feat. The Russian was sensitive, so slick your fingers had almost slipped out, but she was already climbing that hill of pleasure again beneath your thumb and around your fingers. It took seconds, mere seconds to have her at that perfect place again, but unlike the last attempt, Wanda was right along with her. The Sokovian moaned as her head fell backward and her hips stuttered, Natashaâs binded hands unable to provide support like she otherwise wouldâve. You didnât wait for permission to fall from Wandaâs lips between her broken moans and breaths, tripling the efforts youâd already set in place to get Natasha thrown off that cliff and into bliss. Your tongue found her clit the second she toppled over, soothing the harsh sensations that youâd previously provided. You moaned at the first taste of her on your tongue, licking and sucking at every expanse of sensitive skin until she was writhing beneath you for an entirely separate reason.Â
Your fingers fell away from her cunt at the first indication of oversensitivity, but your tongue kept up its pace, licking her out until you were certain that not an ounce of arousal clung to her skin anymore. That wasnât enough for you however, and your tongue lapped at the arousal that dampened her thighs, licking it away with eager swipes. At some point, Wanda had eased herself off of Natashaâs face and had begun to undo the binding around her wrists, but you hadnât realized the Russian was free of her restraints until calloused hands gently reached for your face and pulled you up to see her eye to eye.Â
You looked absolutely ravaged with her arousal clinging to your chin and lips, and a blush across your cheeks from your own orgasm. Eagerly you crawled up onto the bed fully, only faintly aware of the ache in your knees and back from the position youâd been laid in as you unraveled her completely. You straddled her lap when she guided you into doing so, your arms twisting around her neck before you dug your face into her shoulder, hiding away from the light.Â
âWhat can I do for you?â You asked softly, voice muffled by her shoulder but sheâd understood you perfectly, her hand coming up to stroke along the back of your head as she held you in place. You were vaguely aware of Wanda walking back into the closet, but you didnât question what she was searching for, content to just be back in Natashaâs arms. Â
âJust let me hold you, malyshka. You did such a good job for us.â She praised you quietly, her voice scratchy and raw from the hours of screaming sheâd done. You hadnât realized how much time had slipped away since sheâd guided you into the closet by your hand, but the clock on the nightstand hadnât lied to you yet, and the illuminated numbers indicated that two hours had been devoted to breaking Natasha down.Â
âI should be telling you that.â You huffed, curing further into her body, desperate to encase yourself in her warmth. Natasha didnât mind, letting you curl around her like a little koala as she held you sweetly in the center of the bed. âI never wanna edge you again.â You mumbled against her neck, turning your head so you were pressed directly against her, your soft breaths tickling the sensitive skin of her ear.Â
Natasha laughed at your admission, and a gentle finger guided your chin up so your eyes could meet fully and properly for the first time in hours. âYou ever edge me again, your ass will be over my lap before you can even say your sorry.â There was no bite to her words, but you never wanted to find out if she was being serious, so you merely nodded quickly in response. âI know Wanda scared you earlier. She gets lost in her head sometimes, she didnât mean it.â Natasha soothed, but youâd already figured that her words from hours ago werenât honest. Theyâd assured you at least a hundred times that the only way you were ever getting away from them, is if it was your own carefully thought over decision.Â
âI know.â You whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against Natashaâs in a soft kiss. It was the softest touch sheâd felt in hours, and eagerly she leaned into it, giggling at the taste of her own arousal when your tongue brushed against hers. âYa tebya lyublyu.â You murmured against her, giggling when her lips curled into a grin and she peppered kisses across every inch of your face that she could reach in this position.
âYa tozhe tabya lyublyu.â She mumbled back, her eyes dancing behind you when Wanda reappeared from the closet. You settled against Natashaâs chest, not wanting to leave her embrace anytime soon, and it didnât feel like she wanted to let go either. Your eyes fell upon Wanda, who at some point, had thrown a t-shirt on and tied her hair back up into its once occupied messy bun. You made grabby hands at the woman, an action that you had recently learned she could never deny.Â
âPrivet, moy sladkiy malysh.â Wanda smiled fondly, coming to join both you and Natasha in the mess of sheets. You hadnât noticed the clothes in her hand before, but you watched as she sat two t-shirts down on the pillow cases that were still damp from Natashaâs tears, and a bottle of cooling lotion quickly joined the pile. She snuggled close against Natashaâs side, her fingers tangling into the Russianâs hair in the same soft and tender way youâd grown accustomed to. âWhat do you need, Natty?â She asked softly but received the same answer that you had, Natasha just wanting the both of you close for a while.Â
Wanda sighed softly, already beginning to detangle herself from Natashaâs arms. âLet me put lotion on your wrists, then Iâll give you both all the cuddles.âÂ
Natasha groaned, her stubborn attitude already peaking through the surface level haze that twinkled within her eyes. âThey donât even hurt that bad, let me hold you.âÂ
âYou say that every time, and every time I listen to you, you make me get out of bed at three in the morning.â Wanda rolled her eyes, but affection was clear as day in her tone as she didnât fight the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. âHug your duckling, she deserves some cuddles for being such a good girl.â Wanda winked at you, and you blushed beneath her smothered praise, hiding your face in Natashaâs chest much to both of their amusement.Â
âThe best girl.â Natasha pressed a kiss into the top of your head, her lips lingering for longer than necessary, though you werenât complaining. You settled against her chest, watching Wanda unscrew the cap on the lotion and squeeze a generous amount onto the palm of her hands. Tentatively, you reached your own hand out, wanting to help ease Natashaâs pain in any way possible. Wanda didnât question your action, squeezing the tiniest pea sized dollop onto your fingers and instructing you to be soft, but make sure that it was all evenly applied.Â
Natasha gazed down at you with tender softness in her eyes as you gently took her wrist into your hands and rubbed in the lotion. She couldnât help the tears that glimmered in her waterline as you eased yourself into her aftercare routine without hesitation, just another part of their life that you so easily integrated into. You beamed up at Wanda when you were done, giggling when the Sokovian kissed the tip of your nose and praised you softly.Â
It wasnât until you heard Lucky bark through the open window that you remembered about the dogs that were still outside and probably hungry by now, the sun having faded into darkness hours ago. You looked between Wanda and Natasha, a crease in your brow as you asked, âUm, do we even have dog food?âÂ
malen'kaya shlyushka â little slut
ya khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda. â i want the duckling on the pink strap by time i come in
privet, moy sladkiy malysh â hi, my sweet baby
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Okay AN IDEA !
If you like it you can use it, if it's not something you wanna write that's perfectly fine too !!
So the request is for wandanat x daughter reader
R is secretly spider girl, only Tony stark knows because he's the one who got her the spider suit. R knows her moms would absolutely be against it, always telling her to stay away from that "spider girl" (not knowing it's actually their daughter. Yes like aunt May does in Spiderman : home coming :3)
So let's say R gets into trouble after trying to fight a villain way too strong compared to her and ends up being saved by wanda herself. Wanda finds out at this moment that the spider girl is her daughter and you can choose how the story goes from there
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(your favorite mf who sent 8678 request)
Spider-Girl
Summary: Is it a plane? Is it the Friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl? Sort of, itâs a girl who doesnât listen to her moms!
Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader
Warnings: violence
Word count: 2111
a/n: there surely are words written down here
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69
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A video of the Spider-Girl stopping bank robbers is shown on the evening news. Y/N stares at the television screen as she eats with her moms, at times glancing at them to see if theyâre paying attention to the news.
Natasha shuts off the television with a sigh, throwing the remote to the couch afterwards. Y/N turns to look at her scrunched brows and pursed lips. âIf you ever see that Spider-Girl, stay away from her, okay? We donât want you getting dragged into anything she does.â Her mother mumbles while eating.
Y/N rolls her eyes, though she hides it from her mom. âMhm.â
âWeâre serious about this, Y/N.â Wanda sets her cutlery down, looking at her daughter. âItâs dangerous and we donât want you getting hurt.â
âI know,â she pushes her plate away, still half full, âyou think I canât handle myself.â Her voice is full of defiance as she mumbles.
The two women sigh as they glance at each other and their daughter, who is keeping her eyes away from them. This isnât the first time conversations like this have come up.
âItâs not that we think youâre incapable,â Natasha raises her brows as Wanda starts speaking, which makes her wife give her a subtle slap to the arm, âweâre afraid that the bad guys will hit you twice as hard when they realize whose daughter you are.â
âMhm.â Is all the answer her mothers get before she excuses herself from the dining table and makes her way to her bedroom.
As Y/N slams the door shut, she locks it and moves the curtains in front of her single window. Sitting down to her bed, she closes her eyes and takes some deep breath, calming down her mind. She is aware her mother would never read her mine without permission, unless absolutely necessary, but Y/N likes to make sure there are no loose ends.
Her mind clears from any unwanted thoughtsâthanks to Natasha making her meditate with her since she was a kidâand a smile appears on her face. Y/N walks over to her wardrobe, her steps light as she opens it and starts digging through the mess of things inside. She finds the back wall of the wardrobe and moves it out of her way, taking her suit out of its hiding place.
She slips on her Spider-Girl suit, grinning from ear to ear at the empowering feeling the suit gives her. This is what she wants to do. This is her life.
Pressing her ear against the chilly wooden door, listening to the quiet sound of a laugh track coming from the television. Her mom wonât come bother her when they think she is upset. She has plenty of time to fight crime.
Y/N opens her window and climbs out of it, the palms of her suit sticking to the walls of her home as she makes her way to the roof. She shivers as the wind picks up, but she doesnât let it bother her.
The homemade web shoots out of the web shooter and she flies towards the city centre, where the evening bustle is starting to wake up. She props herself on top of a building, itâs high enough to be hidden from the people, but still low enough to keep an eye on the streets.
After a few minutes of surveilling the area, a bright light flashes just outside the city, leaving a trail of smoke behind. Y/N grins and makes her way to the smoke, practically flying over the buildings as she glides in the air with the web wings of her suit.
It only takes her around 15 minutes to get near the site. She lands on top of an industrial building, staying low as her eyes adjust to the lack of bright city lights.
Y/N can quickly figure out where the light came from. There is a machine on an otherwise unoccupied patch of land between all the abandoned looking buildings. The machine is big, but it looks crude, handmade. She frowns, not feeling good about any of this. Itâs still slightly smoking when two men wearing safety gear finally step onto her line of sight.
She tries to hear what theyâre talking about, but theyâre too quiet even with her heightened sense of hearing. Her eyes scan over the near area, trying to calculate how safe sheâd be if she made herself known to them. Not seeing anything on top of the two men and the machine, she starts quietly crawling closer, keeping a close eye to the menâs hands.
Suddenly, a buzzing sensation fills her mind. She snaps her head to the direction her spidey senses guide her, and even though she is fast, itâs not enough. A third man has climbed onto the roof. He is holding a weapon Y/N doesnât recognize and shoots it before she is able to react.
A bolt of electricity flies out of the gun-like weapon. It hits Y/N right on her side, making her lose her grip and fall down from the building, all the way to the ground. A small cloud of dust puffs out from the impact.
With a groan, Y/N opens her eyes, seeing the two men standing over her with grins on their faces. âWell, well, well,â one of them chuckles, âwhat do we have here?â His voice is low and raspy, the smoked a pack a day for years kind of voice.
She lets out a quiet growl-like noise, which clearly doesnât intimidate the men. âWhatâs she supposed to be?â The other man mumbles, his head tilting from side to side as he studies Y/Nâs suit. âSome kind of bug, eh?â
Using the moment to her advantage, she pushes herself on her feet with a move Natasha taught her, webbing one of the men to the face and kicking the otherâs knee. The men let out surprised noises, stumbling away from Y/N, which gives her a slight advantage as she starts fighting them.
She does well for a while, at least when thereâs only two of them fighting her, but slowly she starts hearing noises growing louder, like running.
Just as she knocks one of the men unconscious and stick the other to a wall with her web, a group of people with the man who shot her in front arrive. âShit.â Y/N pants, already having used a lot of energy. The man raises his weapon, shooting an electric bolt again.
Y/N lets out a shout as the bolt of energy hits her square in the chest. She flies a few meters back, landing on her back with a grunt. Her hand flies up to her mask, quickly whispering, âSOS,â before she stands back up.
âThe Avengers have been notified.â A robotic female voice speaks up.
Mumbling out a quiet thanks to her artificial intelligence helper, Y/N lunges towards the men again. She feels as if part of her strength is back, now that she knows Tony is coming, but reality hits her like a brick wall once an electric beam hits her.
âIâm getting tired of this.â Y/N grumbles, shooting webs to one of the weapons hitting her.
She webs herself into the air, using the altitude as an advantage against the men. While one of the men is still busy with getting the web out of his gun, Y/N swings down, feet first, on one manâs head.
The impact makes a nasty cracking sound, one that makes Y/N cringe. âSorry!â She lands on the ground, on her feet, while the man falls on his back, unconscious, hopefully. Her spider senses active, and this time she has enough time to web away another weapon pointed at her. What she doesnât notice is a new group of men on top of a building pushing down a cell tower.
âTake that!â Y/N mumbles to herself, making up sound effects as she shoots her webs, trapping a man to the ground.
A crashing sound gets her attention. She looks up into the sky, where the cell tower is falling down right towards her. She goes to shoot out a web, but nothing comes out of her suit. She lets out an ear shattering scream when the metallic tower drops right on top of her.
Tears are brimming her eyes as she heaves, trapped under the structure. Her vision is blurred and she can taste blood. The men around her look pleased, ready to end it, until one of them flies away.
The others start looking around, shooting at the smallest movements and noises, but one by one they get either flown away or shocked unconscious.
Y/N recognizes the familiar red wisps of magic in the air, and the small widow bites flying. She lets out quiet curses as she starts pushing herself up, using all of her strength to push the structure off of her.
âLet me help you with that.â Wanda lands in front of her, easily lifting the cell tower with her magic while Natasha punches the last man standing unconscious. âAre you alright?â She helps Y/N up, letting her lean on her for support.
Y/N nods, not daring to speak. She knows her mother would recognize her voice. âYou got hurt pretty bad. We could help patch you up.â Natasha states as she walks over to them after letting Tony know someone could come collect the men now.
Y/N shakes her head, her eyes wide, though the two women canât see it. She steps away from Wandaâs hold, giving them finger guns before going to web herself away from the situation. âShit!â She grumbles as nothing happens.
Wanda frowns. She flicks her wrist, causing the mask on Y/Nâs face to fly away. âY/N!â
Gasping, Y/N looks at her moms with wide eyes. âI can explain! Itâs not what it looks like.â She holds out her hands.
âIt looks like you sneaked out to fight bad guys on your own,â Natashaâs hands are crossed over her chest, âand you didnât tell us youâre Spider-Girl.â
âWell-â Y/N opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, âthatâs.. thatâs it.â She mumbles, avoiding looking at her moms. Theyâre angry, so very angry.
âWhat in the world were you thinking?â Wanda scolds, though concern clearly slips through her angry tone. She walks over to Y/N and starts looking at the wounds she has. âThis couldâve ended up so much worse. Do you understand that?â
âYes..â
âHow long have you been doing this?â Natasha walks over as well, wrapping her arm around Y/Nâs waist so she could lean on her.
Y/N has a sheepish smile on her face, âas long as youâve seen Spider-Girl on the television.â They start walking towards Natashaâs car.
Letting out a quiet huff, Wanda shakes her head. âYouâre so lucky Iâm more worried about your health right now.â She gives Y/N a pointed look, a look that says youâre in so much trouble. âBut you better believe we are going to take that suit away and ground you until youâre 30, do you hear me? You will never leave the house again.â
Natasha opens the back door for Y/N, helping her in before getting in herself, while Wanda gets into the driverâs seat. âWho gave you the suit?â
âTony.â Y/N says quickly. Sheâll happily put some of the blame on someone else than herself.
âOh, Iâm going to kill him.â Wanda states from the front of the car.
âIâll help you.â Natasha mumbles, pulling Y/N closer as she starts to look over her wounds. âYou know Wanda is right, yeah? Once youâve healed up properly we will talk about consequences. And you can never do this again, never ever.â Her hands are on her daughterâs cheeks to hold eye contact, she wants to make sure Y/N is really hearing her.
She nods. She understands this was a close call, she has never gotten this hurt before, but Y/N doesnât see it as a reason to completely stop. She can get better.
Natasha pulls her close, kissing the side of her head gently. âAt least not before you train with us.â She whispers, giving her a small wink before going back to acting as if she never said anything.
Y/N canât help but let a grin grow on her face. She looks down at her lap to hide it from Wanda, who keeps glancing at her from the rear view mirror.
Sheâll never stop being Spider-Girl.
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TOO IN LOVE TO THINK STRAIGHT
summary â when you mention to your dominants that you want to further explore the dynamics of your relationship, theyâre all for it
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, exploration of non-sexual bdsm, purposefully triggered subspace, implied mommy kink (never said), implied daddy kink (also never said), brief mention of sensory overstimulation, literal fluff to the fullest extent possible, men/minors dni
authors note â i committed to the lyric titles too hard, but wonderland perfectly describes this fic! daddy nat lovers, i see you
you are in love universe
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff â§
âAre you excited?â The soft vibrations have become a fond sensation as you peer out of the car window and admire all of the buildings that you pass. Youâre not in the best area, one of the worst actually, but you find something so calming about the construction crowded roads and graffiti covered storefronts. Youâve been stuck in bumper to bumper traffic for the last half hour, a plethora of detours and u-turns standing in your way of where you really wanted to be, but every time Natasha eases her foot back onto the gas and shoots between lines of cars that donât have the balls to make the move themself, you hum in contentment. Youâre okay with being stuck if youâre stuck with them.Â
Theyâd been promising you this day for months, and although it had been canceled two weeks ago when you came down with an unexpected cold that left you miserable and bed-ridden for three days, it was finally here. There was no time left for another extenuating circumstance to push the date back farther. You hadnât stopped bouncing in the backseat since Wanda had affectionately buckled your seatbelt, your fingerprints are smeared against the backseat window from how you point out the exit signs that mean your destination is growing closer. Natasha had long since stopped asking you to refrain from touching the glass she kept spotless, looking back at you through the rear-view mirror with fondness whenever a lull in speed occurred. Now was one of those moments. The line of cars all waiting to merge back onto the Garden State Parkway kept the car still, the break was applied heavily and wasnât going to be let off soon. Unlike the other times she had looked back at you, she craned her entire body now, and you grinned at the easy way about her expression.Â
Your fingers left behind the glass of the backseat driver side window to press firmly against the tip of her nose, wanting to see it scrunch up in annoyance like it always did when you poked it. Natasha was less compliant with your need for physical touch then Wanda was, but she allowed you small victories every once in a while. Today was one of those days where everything seemed to fly. You had eagerly pulled her around the house all morning, sat in her lap at breakfast, and all but forced her to help you dress when you decided picking the perfect outfit was too hard to do on your own. The women had immaculate taste in fashion, you supposed it was something that needed to come with their high-profile occupations, but youâd never complain about them making your old clothes look fresh and new without adding anything tasteless or unnecessary. You hadnât wanted to be apart from her since your eyes had peeled open at seven, the excitement in your belly too strong to ignore despite Wanda telling you that you wouldnât be leaving the house until eleven. You were so beyond grateful that Natasha had been serious about taking you out when her and Wandaâs schedules allowed, that it didnât matter to you if your earlier than usual wake up time meant having a full four hours to merely sit around and wait.Â
You nodded your head at her simply asked question, bearing a smile that compiled a list of words youâd be happy enough to use in a sentence if she so desired. She didnât though, you knew she was well aware of how excited you were and was merely pulling your leg because she herself was bored. There was no way she could be oblivious to your hyperactive movements when your feet kicked the back of her seat every handful of minutes, but sheâd not asked you to stop only rolled her eyes in fond exasperation and murmured to Wanda about the copious amounts of fingerprints and scuff marks sheâd have to tend to later. Natasha and traffic were not things that should exist in the same sentence. For as patient as the woman was, she quickly lost her composure when âassholes in black hondas donât know what the fucking speed limit isâ. The first time sheâd bellowed in annoyance youâd shook your head and giggled into your hand, your eyes connecting with Wandaâs who had glanced back at you in a silent threat to not egg Natasha on further. Youâd tried to keep your amused reactions to yourself after that, but it was hard not to laugh at Natashaâs annoyance for anyone going under eighty miles an hour; especially considering the speed limit was only sixty-five.Â
The drive wasnât meant to be any longer than an hour and a half, Wanda had meticulously gone over each and every available route before sheâd loaded you and Natasha up in the car, but construction hadnât been something to consider while she was planning your departure. It seemed every major highway and backroad was under construction lately, even the roads that led down to the shore in Westview. You didnât mind it, occasionally pointing out the names of the yellow vehicles as you passed them, but you worried how little time youâd have to explore as the second hour of driving came and passed. When your legs grew restless, you settled for sitting cross-legged in the backseat, your elbows pressing firmly against your knees as you craned your neck to see between the head-rests on the couples seats. The sky was open and blue, no trace of clouds but apparent wind. The trees on either side of the road rustled with the flow of the breeze, and if you stayed just quiet enough, you could hear it howling outside of the windows. The sight of wind was a ploy to get unsuspecting people out of their houses. The weather was hot and humid, temperatures climbing into the low hundreds, but your destination was indoors, so thoughts about how youâd melt beneath the sun didnât have valid reasons to come.Â
Wandaâs eyes locked on yours when Natasha eased onto the gas again, pulling off the exit ramp like a bat out of hell and dodging oncoming traffic that honk and scolded her boldness. You giggled when a particular car just to your left raised their hand at her, a single finger pointed toward the sky. She was unaffected, returning the gesture with passion. Your smile fell off your lips when your gaze shuffled over to meet Wandaâs, and the Sokovian looked at you with displeasure. âFeet on the floor.â Wanda reprimanded when she knew she had your attention, and you sighed but complied with the request. âWe'll be there soon. Why donât you tell me about what you're most excited to see?âÂ
That had inspired a full tangent of thoughts that were only half complete to spill from your lips like rushing water off a cliff, but neither Wanda or Natasha had tried to interrupt you and get the full version of your story. They were happy enough to listen to you ramble nonsensically, your fingers twisting together in your lap out of pure elation that you had no other way to express. Wanda was simply content with knowing that should Natasha crash, you were sitting properly in the backseat. It wasnât another half hour before Natasha was grabbing a ticket from the machine at the entryway of the parking garage and pulling into a reserved spot on the very first level by the exit. Youâd known they would go all out for today, they always did, but it never failed to make you feel incredibly special to be getting such attentive treatment from two of the most willing and powerful women in the world. You flew out of the car before Natasha even had the engine off, feet not even hitting the pavement beneath you entirely before you raced around the back of the Stingray so you could pull Wandaâs door open for her. You bounced excitedly on your toes throughout the entire exchange, grinning up at her with an expression of complete innocence. The Sokovian smiled down at your adoringly, capturing your face in her gentle hands and pulling you just close enough for your forehead to fall against her lips.Â
âSuch an excited little duckling.â Wanda mused with gentle laughter, her breath warm and thin as it fanned across your temple and shot sparks of pleasurable admiration through your belly and across your spine. You wouldâve stayed permanently fixed on her tender expression had you not heard Natashaâs door swing closed. Your eyes trailed over the top of the car until they met the sight of her, dressed casually in a white t-shirt and jean shorts, her red locks had been pulled up and away from her face in a fleetingly worn ponytail that swung behind her head with every subtle move her body made. You could drool over the sight of her, but there were other priorities at the forefront of your mind.Â
âCan we go now? Please?â You bounced eagerly beneath their transfixed stare, your hands grabbing eagerly at Wandaâs who still had a soft grip on your cheeks. You knew the rules of walking in busy parking lots well, and although theyâd made you feel like an incapable child at one point, you adored and craved them now. The lawyers reminded you so often that just because you are a capable adult, doesnât mean you have to act like one when theyâre there to take care of you. You let them take control easily now, no willingness to fight left to linger in your instincts, even in something as simple as finding your way through busy parking lots.Â
A smirk splayed across Natashaâs lips as she approached you and Wanda, her hand shoving her phone and wallet into one of the back pockets of her denim shorts. You should be ashamed for finding the simple action so attractive, but you didn't. You'd stopped letting yourself feel embarrassment for merely noticing their beauty long ago, and greedily your eyes trailed over the muscles in her shoulder and bicep that flexed as she reached toward her back. Natasha chuckled knowingly, sending a wink in your direction before she purposefully flexed her biceps. You wanted to roll your eyes and tell her to knock it off, but Wanda had beaten you to the punch and sent her wife an exasperated hit to the gut. âI donât know, malyshka. Can we?â Natasha answered your earlier question, letting her feet carry her impossibly close to Wandaâs side. You wanted to groan aloud when the Russianâs hand slid comfortably into the back pocket of the Sokovianâs denim shorts, but you were too excited to dwell on the fact that Wandaâs ass had definitely just been squeezed roughly and possessively.Â
âYes.â You made the executive decision with a curt nod of impatience, already setting your pace toward the exit, dragging Wanda behind you with rushed steps. It was the exact opposite of what she intended to happen when sheâd first implemented the rule of wanting you to hold either her or Natashaâs hands in busy spaces. You were now the one leading her around by the hand, and quite blindly if she wanted to put it nicely. Youâd hardly noticed when you led her body straight into a traffic cone, her feet just barely able to avoid tripping over the bright orange safety measure. Natasha had to stifle her laughter as she followed, her hand still in Wandaâs pocket and effectively pulling the Sokovian in two different directions as she remained a couple of steps behind.Â
Wanda placed a firm hand overtop of your wrist, catching your attention as you looked back at her with a whine of impatience toward the back of your throat, ready to be unleashed if she didnât make whatever she needed quick enough for your standards. You were almost there, almost to the long line of parents and children that wrapped themselves around the building in an unruly line. You could see the electric blue sign on the top of the structure perfectly, the artwork on the sides of the building visible but intercepted by bobbing heads and tall bodies. Her abrupt stopping when you were so close to where you desperately wanted to be was the cruelest thing that had ever happened to you. âWhy donât you leave the dragging around to me, lyubovâ. Unless you want me to end up in the infirmary before you even get to see the sharks.âÂ
You groaned at her teasing, a fierce blush crawling up your neck that couldnât be blamed by the unforgiving heat. You didnât let her words sink beneath your skin however, deciding that pulling at her hand was effective enough. âWill you hurry up then?â You groaned, smirking victoriously when Natasha laughed at your antics and placed a kiss on the top of your head.Â
âYes, milaya. We can go.â Wanda rolled her eyes but agreed with your demand, already beginning to set your pace at a significantly slower speed before the rest of her sentence even lingered in the air for your ears to pick up on. You practically skipped beside her, a broad smile on your face as you once again droned on and on about everything you couldnât wait to see and have. Natasha had promised you a stuffed animal from the gift shop, knowing that youâd never had many in childhood. Youâd decided that today would be one of the first times you explored your dynamic outside of the house, and the Slavic women were sparing no experience in giving you the purest taste at reclaiming your lost childhood. It felt too good to be true, to just surrender your conscious mind and let them take control, but you found yourself submitting to them easily. They wanted to do this for you, they enjoyed playing up their roles in this aspect. It was still hard to grasp that something that could be so kinky in bed could also be so pure outside of it, but they were allowing you to learn at your own speed, and selfishly they loved how inexperienced you were. There was no former training to unwind from your beliefs, there was no burned skin around your heart that had been failed by somebody else. You were fully theirs to shape, and they intended to show you the purest sides of this dynamic.Â
You frowned when Wanda began to lead you toward the front of the building, getting farther and farther away from the long line of people waiting their turn to enter. Toddlers pointed at you and tugged on their parents arms, not so quietly wondering why they couldnât follow you and go around the line. A blush settled onto your cheeks when a little girl, no older than six, tugged at who you assumed was her fathers hands and boldly declared that you were âcuttingâ. Natasha and Wanda were in their own little world it seemed, laughing and talking with one another in quick Russian that you couldnât comprehend, not batting a blind eye to the whispered accusations that were being pointed at you.Â
âThe lines back there.â You whispered albeit a little self-consciously, not wanting to draw attention to yourselves anymore than the redheads adoring your waist already had. The sight of you together dripped with wealth. The diamond studded Chopard watch on Wandaâs wrist dazzled in the sunlight, the yellow gold Tiffany hoops in Natashaâs first piercing swayed when the breeze caught them. You looked properly out of place amongst the parents and young children all waiting in line.Â
Wanda stopped walking at your timid statement, looking down at you with a look that could only be described as dominating. It wasnât hard, wasnât demanding, but rather apologetic and soft. You felt entirely small beneath her sage green stare. âWhat did you want to try today?â Wanda reminded you softly, her body language not portraying the suggestiveness behind her quiet words. To any of the parents standing feet away, it looked like she had simply paused to ask you a well-intended question, which you supposed was true, but it wasnât as innocent as it appeared. Â
You deflated slightly, leaning into the touch Natasha had placed on the small of your back minutes ago. You were becoming fuzzy, a feeling youâd associated with rough sex, but there hadnât been any of that today. The closest thing to having their bodies had come when Natasha pulled you into a bruising kiss before you left the house. âLetting you have control.âÂ
Wanda hummed, content with your answer, knowing that once again she had full control. Her fingers that always seemed to be perfectly polished ghosted over your cheek, and you could assume sheâd attempted to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear like she always did, but today your hair had been tied back into two french braids that Natasha had suggested. âSo let Mommy worry about where the line is. Thatâs not something for little girls like you to be concerned about.âÂ
You nodded softly, unable to help the rush of something sweet that further propelled the dizziness in your mind forward at the Sokovianâs dismissal. Although you didnât resume your skipping like you had been doing when Wanda guided you across the street, your footsteps came lightly and with a bounce as you became lost in the simple action of counting the many cracks that adorned the sidewalk as you stepped over them. At some point, your hand had grabbed Natashaâs, and you swung your arms back and forth absentmindedly. The day was hot, unforgivingly so, and the natural flush across your cheeks was becoming annoying. You were ready to start vocalizing your discomfort when Wanda guided you inside of the aquarium, saving her the headache of listening to you whine about something she couldnât control.Â
You gawked at the sight of light blue painted walls and elaborate glass tanks that held any color coral you could imagine. The front desk was a giant fish tank, and little orange and white clownfish swam around the enclosure blissfully. You were practically vibrating beside Natasha as you looked around at the little details that had been incorporated into the entrance of the building. The ceilings were high, and painted across them were sharks and whales and every kind of fish you could even imagine. There was no embarrassment when you pulled at Natashaâs hand and let your own little finger shoot up to the ceiling, excitedly pointing out a boesemani rainbow fish that swam beside a hammerhead. Wanda had gone to check you in for your reservation, or at least you assumed that was what she was doing as she stood closely to the front desk and nodded at the teenager behind the counter. His eyes briefly flashed over to you when he noticed your head craned toward the ceiling and overheard your loud exclamation, but Wanda mustâve said something that made his attention snap back to her just as quickly as it had left.Â
âInside voices, dorogaya.â Natasha smiled sweetly at your excitement, having no real issue with the volume that you had spoken at before, but she knew it would bother you if you caught onto the lingering stares of judgemental adults who couldnât possibly understand that not everything was meant solely for children. You had just as much of a right to enjoy these little things as the toddlers who ran free, but she couldnât change everyone's opinion even with her deadly glare.Â
Your cheeks flushed pink, and not because of the blistering sun, but you nodded to her request and tried not to let it sting. Youâd been told all your life that you were too loud, reprimanded by your mother until youâd just fallen silent. You knew she hadnât meant it in any particular way, but some things still struck a chord in your heart. The crushing feeling hadnât lasted long, too comfortable in Natashaâs presence to dwell in self-consciousness. Your eyes went back to trailing all of the open space that you could see, and when they landed on a particular tank beside the single hallway that led into the larger room that veered off in several separate directions, you attempted to jut off. A whine rippled through your chest when your hand was squeezed and Natasha didnât follow you forward, cemented in the place where youâd been instructed to wait for Wanda.Â
âSeahorses!â You tugged at her hand, earning you a disproving expression complete with a single raised eyebrow. You sulked back toward her, giving the tank one last sad glance before you focused down on your shoes, a frown on your lips.
âWhat are we meant to be doing, hm?â Natasha didnât allow you to keep your gaze transfixed on your shoes, one of her slender and ring adorned fingers guiding your chin upward until your eyes flickered to hers. Her heart clenched at the sad frown that clung to your features that had been so happy not even seconds ago, but she didnât let your pout sway her decision. After all, Wanda had given you a clear direction, and she expected that you follow it. âCan you tell me what weâre meant to be doing?âÂ
You sighed, glancing back over at Wanda who looked to be wrapping up whatever conversation sheâd been having with the teenager behind the counter. âWaiting for Wands.â The words slipped past your lips softly, your eyes trailing back over to Natashaâs. âBut thereâs seahorses.âÂ
âAnd the seahorses will still be there when Wands is done. Weâre gonna have our listening ears on today, arenât we?â Natasha was really laying it on thick, even she knew that, but it was hard to help herself when you looked so soft and pliant standing in front of her dressed in an outfit that she picked out. You nodded your head, shuffling into her embrace, sadness still tainting your features.Â
Natasha kisses the top of your head, wrapping her arms around your torso as she lets you have your feelings against her chest. She knows theyâve been guiding you into a stage of subspace all day, it had been perfectly intentional, but how you handle it is still a wildcard. Much to your misconception, subspace wasnât always brought on by getting railed, as you liked to refer to it as. Any form of submission could send you down that rabbit hole, including following instructions; which youâd been doing all day. Subspace wasnât about the weight of the scene or how badly your body ached afterward, it was just about trust and the right amount of guidance. Theyâd been doing something right, and Natasha could recognize the glassy sheen over your eyes as you peaked up at her and then over toward Wanda who was finally, finally, walking back toward you.Â
The Sokovian had three brightly colored bands in her hands, her lips curled into a bright grin that crinkled her eyes. She stopped just in front of Natasha, effectively blocking you from view as she felt the eyes of the teenager behind the counter try to burn into your form. âWhatâs with the frown?âÂ
âSeahorses.â You pouted up at her, much to Natashaâs amusement. The Russianâs hand ran over your back soothingly, though she couldnât fight her bright smile when you again tried to wiggle out of her arms and rush over to the cylinder tank now that Wanda was back in sight.Â
âShe wasnât very pleased that you asked us to wait for you.â Natasha filled in the gaps, your explanation rather vague and rushed; if you could even call the one word response you gave much of an explanation at all. âWhy donât you tell Wands what kind of fish you found on the ceiling?â Natasha nudged you, prompting your attention onto something other than seahorses. You beamed at the excuse to ramble again, your finger pointing up to the ceiling like it did the first time, and even if Wanda couldnât follow your finger to the specific fish she was meant to be looking at, she smiled encouragingly.Â
âItâs a boesemani rainbow fish! They get brighter when they get older!â You laughed, your pouty face no longer a visual that filled the entrance of the aquarium. Wanda had not the slightest care in the world for the fish you were pointing to, but she praised your knowledge either way. Sheâd pretend to care about anything if it meant seeing that bright smile linger on your lips even after the words stopped coming. âCan we see the seahorses now?âÂ
Already anticipating how the rest of the afternoon was going to play out, Wanda laughed at your eagerness but nodded her head. You were just out of Natashaâs grip when she captured you in hers. This time, you did whine, sad eyes stuck on the tank in the corner of the room. Neither redhead could blame you for your distress when youâd been intercepted on your way to the seahorses twice now, and so neither scolded you for the sharp sound that reached their ears. âWhat are the rules if youâre not holding mine or Nattyâs hand?â Wanda quizzed softly, her voice taking on a tone that had made you weak in the knees too many times. It was a voice Natasha called her âMommy Voiceâ, which usually led to the Russian getting slapped upside the head when Wanda overheard.Â
âStay where you can see me.â You bounced on your toes, still pulling at Wandaâs hand and glancing between her and the seahorses with a desperate plea in your wide and glassy eyes. âPlease!âÂ
She nodded at you with encouragement, smiling fondly when you raced over to the tank, carefully not to place your hands on the glass though it was already smudged with little fingerprints and what could only be assumed to be saliva. You marveled at the seahorses that bobbed in the water, illuminated by an electric blue strip of lights that made the gradient of colors on their bodies pop. You wouldâve stayed staring at the seahorses all afternoon had Natasha not been the one to softly guide you away after five minutes of soft oohing and awwing. There were so many more tanks and creatures to see, she didnât want you wasting any more of your time on just one tiny tank. Youâd been upset about her gentle hands guiding you away until youâd turned a corner and spotted a tank of hippos in the distance. Your eager hand had pulled her through the crowd with Wanda following hot on your heels.Â
You showed the same level of excitement at every tank and exhibit, which neither lawyer thought was possible. There was no lull in your squeals and shrieks, and both of their wrists hurt by the time they sat you down for a late lunch. Youâd abided by their every rule, including the ones that seemed stupid to you, what was so wrong about falling into the penguin exhibit, it was an easy enough climb back over the thin glass barrier? Theyâd expected lunch to go smoothly, youâd been so well behaved that theyâd even considered buying you ice cream first, but unfortunately for them, the small cafe in the heart of the aquarium was directly beside the shark exhibit.Â
âMilaya, we will see the sharks after we eat.â Wanda cooed sweetly for the umpteenth time, trying not to let her face crack as she contemplated just giving into your pleas. Their firm voices and whispered praise had guided you into what Natasha referred to as the âsweet spotâ. You werenât so blissfully fuzzy that you couldnât comprehend their words, but you were beyond the point of making a rational decision, and listening seemed to fall into that category as you struggled against Wanda, eyes fixed on the large sign that comically had a massive bite mark in the side. It was the little things that lingered throughout the building that made it more immersive, like the stickers on the floor in the shape of penguin footprints that lead to their enclosure, and the bite mark in the sign that led to the sharks. Your eyes searched to find every little detail that anyone else would overlook.Â
âI want to see them now.â Your crestfallen face was enough to weaken the reserve both redheads had been putting forth since your little meltdown had started. They hated to think that had you not been so high on endorphins and adrenaline, you never wouldâve expressed how much you enjoyed all the little things that the aquarium had to offer, but they were still working to earn this level of trust from you when peptides werenât at an all time high. With your head firmly planted in subspace, there wasnât a single insecure feeling prickling beneath your skin. You were utterly free, control sitting in their hands and they had to force themselves to remember that.Â
âNot now, detka.â Natasha stepped in, guiding you toward the only empty table in the cafe. Your lips were turned downward in a persistent frown, but by some miracle, youâd actually sat down on the chair and let Wanda name out the options on the menu. It was no surprise to either of them that you pointed toward the chicken tender basket, but it was good enough for them to fulfill your request immediately.Â
Wanda left to order the food while Natasha kept you occupied at the table, ensuring that you didnât start to fall out of the state theyâd been working you into all day. She offered praise when you answered her little questions about the fun facts youâd been reading on all of the displays, and she tutted disapprovingly when your fingers ripped apart a napkin that some other family had left on the table. When Wanda came back with a tray of three chicken tender baskets because it felt wrong to eat any of the seafood that was offered, you were firmly engaged in a conversation about the stingrays that had been yet to be spotted. Youâd explored more than half of the aquarium, finding out that the pink band around your wrist was a pass to all of the activities that lingered around. Youâd fed the penguins, given the seals high-fives, and watched a 4D movie that made absolutely no sense, but had dispensed bubbles and sprays of water that were fun enough. All that was left to do was walk the roped path overtop of the shark exhibit, but that didnât sound like something you wanted to put your faith in, even if hundreds of people did it every day. You, nor Wanda, would be walking across a shark infested tank, though Natasha had plans to do it herself. Sheâd always been the more daring of the couple.Â
When your lunch was finished, or when your lunch was picked over enough for Wanda and Natasha to set you free again, you wasted no time in grabbing both of their hands and zipping through the families that stood in your way. Youâd been too distracted with the bamboo sharks to hear Wanda mutter to Natasha about how your crowd direction was just as bad as her driving, but youâd turned around in time to watch Natasha roll her eyes and whack Wandaâs bicep.Â
In your fuzzy headspace, their rules engraved in your mind, one of them being to show respect to others, you frowned and settled both hands onto your hips. âYou broke rule number six!â You stated rather angrily, stalking up to Wanda with long strides that didnât match the innocence in your eyes. You kissed her arm softly, the place where Natasha had hit her engraved in your mind.Â
âYeah Natty, you broke rule six.â Wandaâs amusement wasnât so easily hidden in her tone as her lips curled into a smile and she pulled you into her chest, settling a kiss onto the top of your head as you both sent glares toward Natasha. Yours was littered with a protectiveness that almost outshone the glassy gleam that had settled, Wandaâs however, was riddled with enjoyment and humor. âWhat should she do, detka?â Wanda giggled, leaning down to whisper in your ear though it was loud enough for Natasha to hear, and the redhead was just barely keeping the smile off her face as she watched you and Wanda conspire against her.Â
âSheâs gotta say sorry!â Theyâd noticed that in your fuzzy state, youâd shied away from the bigger words that slipped into your vocabulary normally. You werenât yet at a point where communicating your needs was impossible, but you werenât actively fighting to clear your head and search for words like apologize and blasphemy either. Natasha would never forgive Yelena for throwing that word around so often youâd started to pick up on it. Â
âWell?â Wanda jutted out her hip, placed a perfectly manicured hand just above where her bone rested. You mimicked her stance, though you were significantly less threatening than Wanda with your french braids messy from the humidity that drafted in from windows, and your baby blue colored corset shirt that was adorned with intricate lace patterns and ribbons that tied the back together.Â
âOna razob'yetsya v mashine.â Natasha hummed, and although you knew enough Russian to know that wasnât an apology she had uttered to Wanda, no, it was a very true statement that youâd crash in the car on the way home, the Sokovian had accepted it and laughed.Â
Despite your excitement to see the sharks, you didnât hang around the exhibit for long. There were too many people and you seemed to become overstimulated more easily when you were flush full of endorphins, so Wanda had been the one to lead you away toward tanks of lobsters and jellyfish. She started walking down the hallway, leaving you with Natasha, wanting to find a sign that could lead the three of you toward the stingrays because she knew you wouldnât enjoy the aquarium for much longer. It had been hours, and in your sensitive headspace, the bright lights and sounds were quickly becoming too much to handle. Youâd been so brave, trying this out with them and trusting them fully, but Wanda wasnât about to compromise your happiness for a few more hours of mindless walking from room to room when youâd already seen everything that interested you. All she cared about was making sure you had a good time, even if she thought aquariums were savagely overpriced now.Â
Wanda frowned when Natasha found her way over to her without you. Her eyes flickered around the long hallway, searching for your blue top that stood out brightly against the sea of other colors that adults and children wore. It was such a specific shade that even if seventeen other people all crowded around to watch jellyfish bob had blue on, you stuck out like a sore thumb. âWhereâs Y/N?â Wanda questioned and Natasha frowned.Â
âI thought she was with you.â The Russian quickly realized that no matter how many times she spun around in circles, you werenât anywhere in sight. She distinctly remembered you telling her that you wanted to go with Wanda, so she hadnât questioned when you walked off and toward the direction that the Sokovian had gone in. Natasha was properly panicked when thirty seconds went by and she still couldnât spot you, but Wanda at least had the thought to check the next hallway before she let herself spiral too.Â
The stingray exhibit turned out to be in the next room over, crowded by kids and parents who talked about the sea creatures with excitement in their quiet tones. The occasional toddler bellowed in disgust when they realized how slick the back of a stingray was, but for the most part, the room only vibrated because of the sheer number of voices that occupied it, not because of volume. You were hunched over the edge, elbows deep into the shallow water when Wanda and Natasha spotted you. Each let out a sigh of relief, but nothing was going to stop them from marching over to you and pulling you away from the water.Â
âWhat were the rules, milaya?â Wanda asked you, her voice not as soft as it had been all day, but not hard either. Theyâd never been out of the house while you were lingering in subspace, and though they never wanted to lose you, it hadnât been something that never crossed their mind. You wandered away even when your head was clear, your lack of impulse control only heightened that need to trail off. Â
âStingrays!â You beamed at Wanda, not taking into account the thin line that settled over her eyebrows as she peered down at you. Your excitement was cute, a telling indication that you really hadnât meant to wander away and give them the scare of their life, but it wouldnât get you out of the scolding Wanda had ready on the tip of her tongue.Â
âNot stingrays, utenok. What were the rules?â Natasha laid heavy emphasis on the last word of her question, and though your eyes were more glassy then sheâd seen them all day, she could see the wheels turning as you tried to process her words.Â
âOh.â You mumbled when you finally came to the conclusion, your shoulders deflating as your head dipped down and set your gaze on your shoes. âSorry.âÂ
Wanda, who had been prepared to dig into you, sighed softly and dropped the topic. She may be a stickler for the rules but she knew it would only cause further damage if she laid into you about listening. Your disappearing hadnât been intentional, and even she could see the tears threatening to spill over as you brewed in your own feelings of disappointment.Â
âI want you holding my hand, dorogaya.â She instructed firmly, âNo more walking by yourself. We donât wanna lose such a sweet little duckling, huh?â Wanda lifted your chin, smiling reassuringly down at you. Her rings caught the light, glimmering like a million little stars that cried to be released from the gold adorning her fingers. It was over after that, youâd fallen too deep into the sea of bliss to want anything other than her. You shuffled close, all thoughts of stingrays forgotten as you breathed in her scent. Sensing your loss of interest, Wanda shared a silent conversation with Natasha who nodded.Â
âWhy donât we go check out the gift shop?â Natasha claimed one of your hands, engangling you from Wanda before you could sink any deeper. They needed you coherent enough to get back into the car, and then you were free to settle deeply beneath the blanket of comfort theyâd slowly been laying over top of you all day. Natasha held back on delivering any further praise, knowing it wouldnât help you coming closer to the light.Â
She guided you through hallways and crowded rooms, occasionally squeezing your hand when you winced at crying babies and strong fishy odors. She herself was over the aquarium, but sheâd been holding out for you. She was glad she didnât have to fake her enthusiasm anymore, though Wanda was certainly getting a kick out of all the exasperated eyerolls the Russian hid from you.Â
The gift shop was practically empty when you shuffled inside, clinging to Natasha who didnât mind the contact. She led you through rows of toys and puzzles, some not having any connection to the aquarium while others quite boldly sported the name in a thick black font. You found interest in none of it, which she couldnât blame you for. Everything looked tacky and far too cheap to be as expensive as the prices on the shelves said, but still she guided you around encouraging you to pick something out. Sheâd promised you a stuffed animal, but when you finally reached the back wall where all the cuddly toys were lined up in rows, neither of you liked any. They were all filled with stuffing that was too stiff to cuddle, and you retracted your hand quickly when you reached out to touch one. Whatever had been used as fuzz was scratchy and coarse, and you hated it with a passion. Eventually, when Wanda came up to you holding a soft gray crewneck with an embroidered whale shark and the name of the aquarium on the front, you agreed to let it be purchased for you, and although it was still in the highest temperatures that New Jersey had seen all summer, you wore it out of the aquarium with a smile.Â
When you reached the car, there was no keeping you afloat any longer. Natasha had uttered the first bit of praise in minutes, and you surrendered fully to the warmth in your mind. Wanda smiled, usually the one who you attached to when you fell over the edge, but Natasha had been your chosen pick today.Â
âJust get in the back with her, Talia.â Wanda rolled her eyes after three minutes of Natasha trying to detach you from her arm, each attempt ending with whines and stomped feet as you tightened your grip.Â
Natasha sighed, able to count the number of times sheâd let Wanda drive her car on one hand, but she wasnât getting away from you right now, and she didnât really want to anyway. âIf you so much as leave one fingerprint on my radio you wonât be getting laid for a week, Maximoff.âÂ
Wanda rolled her eyes, snatching the keys from Natashaâs outstretched hand and opening the driver's side door more aggressively than needed. If anyone was going to be leaving fingerprints it was Natasha, who could never decide which type of music she wanted to listen to. Seeing that you had gotten your way, you smiled up at Natasha with a grin that was only right to describe as cheeky. The Russian rolled her eyes and settled you into the backseat, shushing your protests when she strapped the seatbelt over your chest and made sure your feet were planted firmly on the floor.Â
She pulled you into her side when her own seatbelt was clicked into place, gently releasing your hair from the tight braids that had been twisted together all day. At the first pass of her fingers across your sensitive scalp, you all but melted into her chest and let your eyes flutter closed. It wouldnât take six minutes before you were asleep against her chest, clutching desperately to the white t-shirt covering her torso. With the absence of your questions and excited statements, the car settled with silence, filled with only the sound of the engine revving when Wanda stepped on the gas.Â
âDid you have a good day, moya lyubovâ?â Natasha asked, extending an arm to run over fingers over Wandaâs shoulder. She couldnât see the Sokovianâs face, but she knew there was a satisfied smile settling over her lips.Â
âI did.â She breathed out softly, flicking the right blinker on when she merged onto the parkway, thankful that all the construction seemed to have been paused for the day and the road, though filled with typical traffic, was clear of any major dead stops. âDid you ever think weâd be here?â Although Wanda hadnât been specific, Natasha knew she was referring to you. You were practically the sun in their own two planet universe, everything they did revolved around you now, but she wouldnât have it any other way. Things got boring when it was merely her and Wanda in a universe void of endless light and warmth.Â
âI hoped.â Natasha kissed your temple softly, glad that she hadnât stirred you awake.Â
When Wanda pulled into the driveway, you were still sound asleep and the sky was dark with nightfall. It was early to call it a night, but the couple did so without complaint. You settled into Natashaâs chest with only the aquarium crewneck on your body, and Wanda had shuffled into the space in bed where your body typically rested, laying her head down on Natashaâs shoulder and placed a heavy hand on the small of your back.Â
âGoodnight my little utenok.â She whispered into the thick stretch of silence before sleep overcame her too, and although the night carried on outside of your small bubble of peace, none of you had any idea.
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Muddy Farm Days - W.M
Pairing: Mom!Wanda x Child!Reader
Summary: It rained on the farm last night, making it a perfect mud day.
a/n: okay i know i've been basically gone for about a year but i'm back and hopefully sticking around
"Don't forget your rain boots, baby," Wanda reminds you, "It'll be muddy out there."
You nod, running over to your shoes and picking up your red rain boots. You run back over to Wanda and plop down on the floor, wiggling your toes.
"You're a big kid, you can put your shoes on by yourself," Wanda raises a brow.
You pout, continuing to wriggle your toes and look up at her.
"Okay, I'll help you but next time you have to put them on by yourself, deal?" Wanda bends down and helps you put your boots on.
Once she's done, you hold your arms out to her, wanting to be picked up. She raises a brow at you again but nevertheless, picks you up.
"My big old baby, hm?" She bops the tip of your nose, making you giggle.
Wanda opens the door and you squeal in excitement. The farm is covered with mud.
It rained heavily on the farm last night, making it a perfect mud day. Wanda didn't enjoy playing in the mud too much, but you loved it.
"Down, down, down!" You thrash your legs around, eager to play in the mud.
Wanda would normally scold you for this behavior and remind you to ask nicely, but you were just excited, so she let it slide.
"Careful, sweetheart!" Wanda calls out as you run toward the muddy fields, "Don't slip in the mud."
As soon as she said that, your feet slip up from underneath you and you fall backward, landing hard on your ass in the mud. Wanda gasps and runs over to you, fully expecting you to burst into tears.
What she doesn't expect is you to let out a loud giggle and jump to your feet. You grab onto Wanda's hand, dragging her eagerly through the mud.
"Are you okay, Y/n?" Wanda asks, checking you over with her eyes for any injuries.
A fall like that would normally make you cry, but you give her a quick nod.
"Mama, hold this."
You grab a handful of mud and mould it into a ball, passing it to Wanda. She holds the ball of mud in her hand with a confused look on her face as she watches you make another ball.
A wide grin spreads across your face and you take a few steps away from Wanda. She doesn't realise what you're doing until a ball of mud hits her directly in the face.
You laugh loudly at Wanda's shocked reaction and quickly make another ball of mud. After the shock wears off, Wanda lets out a laugh and throws the ball of mud at you, successfully hitting your chest.
You throw another ball of mud at Wanda, grunting in annoyance as it misses her.
Red wisps form around Wanda's hands and she makes her own ball with her magic.
"Hey! That's cheating, mama," You grumble, merely having enough time to dodge her magic-thrown ball.
Wanda apologises and makes another ball with her bare hands, throwing it at you with perfect accuracy and hitting you on the head.
You playfully roar and run at Wanda. You wrap your muddy hands around her stomach and push her onto the ground, falling on top of her with an 'oof'.
Wanda pulls you into her, kissing the top of your head.
"You are covered, head to toe, in mud," Wanda comments, brushing away some dried mud on your cheek with her thumb. Wanda is in no better shape than you.
"Bubble bath?" You suggest, already getting to your feet before Wanda responds.
Wanda smiles, "Bubble bath it is then."
You squeal excitedly, running back towards the house and leaving Wanda in the mud. Wanda shakes her head with a laugh before running after you.
"Don't you dare step a foot inside that house whilst you're still muddy, Y/n Maximoff!"
You glance back at her with an innocent smile before dashing into the house. She sighs. As much as she loves and adores you, you're still a little pain in her ass sometimes.
But she wouldn't change a single thing about you.
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TWO PEOPLE UNDERSTAND EACH OTHER
summary â in an attempt to get wandaâs attention, you end up warming the strap you hoped sheâd fuck you with.
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, strap-on usage, mommy kink, brief daddy kink, cockwarming, holding/accidental wetting, degradation, praise, aftercare, oral fixation, subspace, humiliation, Âżnursing?, idk you suck on wandaâs tits, domestic fluff, men/minors dni
authors note â if youâre familiar with the song peace, i thought the lyrics from the second verse fit this little moment so perfectly! mommy wanda lovers this one is for you, it was heavily requested so nobody look at me! thereâs also some soft daddy nat for those that wanted to see more of her
you are in love universe
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff â§
You should have learned a long time ago that acting out with Wanda never ended the way you wanted it to. Natasha was easy to get what you wanted out of, a few bats of your eyelashes and a whispered cry of Daddy had her backtracking in seconds, but Wanda was unforgiving and found pride in that fact. Youâd gained your footing in this new dynamic rather easily, and on some days, the three of you worked so perfectly together that it felt like youâd been a couple for your entire life, not merely a few weeks. Wanda and Natasha had fallen into a healthy balance of being your girlfriends and being your dominants. There were days that passed without an ounce of tension, but other days feel like a battlefield. You still werenât sure how to ask for what you needed from them, which is how you found yourself in the position youâre in now. With summer still lingering through the streets of Westview, you slept between warm bodies every night. There was no indication of what mood you woke up in when daylight painted the sky, but Natasha and Wanda had learned to wait for your not-so-subtle tells. When your eyes peeled open, it was easiest to gauge what side of you they were dealing with. When you wanted to spend the day, or at least a couple hours of your morning, as just their girlfriend, they gave you that without hesitance. Wanda giggled with you in the kitchen and Natasha tackled you onto the couch demanding cuddles, and it always felt easy and real. Other days, when you werenât so willing to harbor full control of your life, you woke up clinging to your Daddy. It was always Natasha you sought out first thing in the morning, but Wanda canât complain when sheâs the one being smothered throughout the night. They were happy to be whoever you wanted them to be, but theyâd slowly been working you up to asking for yourself.Â
This morning was one of those days where Wanda decided that if you wanted something from her, you needed to ask and not just with your actions, but with your words. Natasha had gone into the office to oversee a development in a new high-profile case, leaving you to follow the Sokovian around the house like a little lost duckling. Where Wanda went you went, simple as that, well, unless of course she managed to close the door before you could get behind it. That had led to a series of whines and angrily stomped feet, but even then she hadnât budged then. She hadnât budged until you had wandered into her office with your hands clasped behind your back. Sheâd gone to ask what you needed, attempted to give you yet another chance to tell her that you needed your Mommy, but youâd dropped an all black strap-on into her lap and pouted at her with needy eyes before she could get the words out. When sheâd pulled her linen shorts down her thighs and attached the harness around her hips, youâd thought you had won. When she told you to get into her lap and take the strap down to the hilt, you were sure that you had won.Â
In case it wasnât clear, you hadnât won. It had been an hour since sheâd asked you to come settle onto her lap and take the strap into your dripping pussy. Youâd complied easily, sank down on the toy without her help, and had started grinded your hips against hers in a manner that forced the base to rock against her core perfectly. That pleasure hadnât lasted long, barely three minutes, and just as your hips had found a comfortable pace, Wanda placed a bruising grip on your hips and completely stilled your movements. Her lips had been wet when they kissed at the side of her neck, and a pleased hum reached your ears as she used a single slender finger to point your chin toward the ceiling. The full expanse of your neck had been both visible and biteable in that moment, and it hadnât taken any convincing for her teeth to settle firmly into your skin. You found it laughable that at the start of your contract with Natasha, youâd likened her to a vampire, but Wanda was truly the vampire in your relationship. She possessed an incessant need to dig her teeth into any part of you that she could touch, and you allowed her to eagerly. Sheâd cooed at your whine when it tumbled from your lips, but there hadnât been an ounce of sympathy in her face when she asked you, âWhat do you do to get what you want?âÂ
âAsk.â You had responded with bated breath, your eyes murky with lust that had been ignored for hours. If Natasha were here sheâd have already fucked you raw, but Wanda wasnât afraid of the long game. Sheâd never been shy about making you work for what you wanted, and even months into your dynamic with her, not as a couple but as a dominant and her submissive, it never failed to fluster you. Wanda was softer when you shared intimate moments outside of your dynamic. She still never let you top, but she was more lenient in giving in. Her being so firm with you had only cemented in your mind that she knew what you wanted, and the entire day leading up to you warming her strap had been merely a game to her.Â
âMmhm.â She had hummed haphazardly in response, and her hands had still been settled roughly on your hips but her eyes had left yours to trail over the documents that splayed across her desk in messy highlighted piles. You hadnât had the slightest clue as to what she was really doing, but the rare sight of her so disorganized had felt serious. âAnd since you didnât use your words, what happens?âÂ
You had whined and shook your head in a pleading protest, not wanting to lose your voice when you knew exactly what you wanted. Wanda hadnât folded at your soft whine, sheâd done the exact opposite. The tips of her fingers had pulled your hips down harder against the toy buried deep within your weeping walls, and the head of the dildo had nudged against your softest spot and made your torso fall slack against her chest. âY-You decide what happens.â Youâd finally forced the words into the space between your bodies, and it was rewarded with a sharp thrust of her hips that drove the strap-on further into your pussy.Â
âThatâs right. What should I decide, hm? I think Iâd like to have my pretty little girl warm my strap for a while. What do you think about that idea?â She hadnât really been asking you. You wouldâve been condemned to the same fate even if youâd said no, but you found yourself nodding your head at her question despite how horrible it sounded to sit with your aching cunt filled with pleasure it couldnât fully claim. âGood girl. Now settle down, Mommy has work to do that little girls shouldn't even be in here to see.â She had guided your head down onto her shoulder, forcing you into near complete darkness before her hands left your hips and returned to the stacks of important documents on her desk.Â
Youâd tried to remain still, knowing it was what she wanted and sheâd have to reward your good behavior at some point, but as the minutes ticked by slower and slower not only did your core demand attention, your bladder demanded relief. The wiggling of your hips hadnât been reprimanded when the movements started. Wanda had only hummed and shifted beneath you, easing the strap-on into a new position that did nothing for your desperate need to pee. Sheâd been keeping good on her promise of getting you to drink more water, and you couldnât help but wonder if this was the exact predicament she had wanted you in when she forced you to finish an entire glass in the kitchen. Surely it wasnât. Surely she didnât want you squirming on her lap from sensations that werenât caused by her, that wouldnât make any sense.Â
When your wiggling became more frantic and you couldnât decide whether you wanted to moan out in ecstasy or sob in frustration, Wanda sighed and dropped her pen onto the stack of papers that sheâd very nearly gotten through completely. Your full and sensitive bladder made the strap-on drenched with arousal feel so much better. Every time Wanda inhaled too deeply or exhaled too sharply, you felt every grove of the cock rub against your walls. The sensation was sharp, fleeting, but embarrassingly addicting and you found yourself trying to replicate little actions that provoked it. Wanda wasnât as unaware of your intentions as youâd hoped, and when you wiggled a bit too harshly in her lap, finally being rewarded with the quick burst of pleasure, her fingers found your hips again and stilled them just as quickly as she did the first time.Â
âKeep still.â She sighed her demand, keeping her tone unbothered which only further provoked your desperation. It was always particularly hot when she acted as though your body writhing against hers had no effect on her. Despite leaving her pen to sit abandoned on the desk, you hadnât felt her eyes burn into your skin throughout the entire exchange. Your face was still pressed into her neck, hiding in the darkness that you hoped would make this situation less humiliating.Â
When you finally had the courage to look up at her, unable to keep yourself still any longer, you cupped her cheeks and directed her attention onto you. âI have to go to the bathroom.â You whispered softly, beyond humiliated with the reluctant admission. Your face turned a flush shade of pink that Wanda thought complemented your eyes perfectly, and you knew you had her full attention when her pupils dilated just the farthest bit more. There was hardly any green left in her stare, but you clung to what little color remained.Â
âWhat was that, little one? Mommy couldnât hear you.â Wanda pouted her lips, her eyes filled with innocent confusion that wasnât at all authentic. Sheâd heard you perfectly clear, you were too close to her face for the words to have fallen short before they met her ears, but she wasnât letting go of your hips without a further explanation and you didnât know how much longer you could hold yourself together for.Â
âI have to pee.â You said just the faintest bit louder, hoping your pleading eyes would be enough to convey the desperation you felt within your weeping core and taut bladder. You felt so incredibly full, and every time you took a breath that feeling only intensified.Â
âOh, well you can hold it just a little bit longer Iâm sure. Mommyâs almost done.â Wanda smiled a sweet sympathetic smile, the grip on your hips slowly becoming softer as she let the pads of her thumb soothe the aching skin with tight soft circles you wished would land somewhere else.Â
âI canât.â You pleaded with her to understand just how badly you had to go, youâd already been holding it for so long trying to make her proud. Wanda frowned at your plea, her cherry tinted lips the only thing you could focus on.Â
âWell thatâs too bad, milaya.â She said simply, shrugging her shoulders in a nonchalant manner that made your walls clench and your clit throb. âTry harder for Mommy, Iâm sure you can do it.â She conceded when your frown didnât waver, and ever so softly she pecked your lips before things went back to how they were before youâd interrupted her. Your head was guided back down onto her shoulder, and her hands went back to work shuffling through documents that you could only assume she was annotating.Â
Another half hour had passed before you couldnât hold yourself together anymore. Youâd lasted longer than youâd anticipated with her full you felt, but the end was in sight as the muscles in your belly fought vicious wars to keep your dignity. You were so close to the edge that even Wandaâs gentle breathing felt like pin pricks against your spine. As your need to relieve yourself grew more intense, so did the coil in your belly that seemed to find fuel in your desperation. A soft cry tumbled past your lips before the dam broke and the coil snapped. You dampened her lap with more than just arousal, and the wet feeling that spread across hers and your thighs only made you cry harder. Moans tumbled past your lips when your cries fell short, and it became a desperate attempt to both seek harder pressure against your clit and get completely away from the wetness that was quickly becoming cold against yours and her naked skin.Â
âOh baby, did you have an accident?â Wanda cooed sympathetically, not even having to look down at your glazed over eyes to know what headspace youâd tumbled into. Your cries werenât one of pain, nor were they really ones of frustration either. You weeped with humiliation and the desperate need to finally be spoken to. Sheâd been merely answering you all day, no ounce of elaboration in the short sentences shared. You needed your Mommy, and Wanda wasnât going to deny you that any longer when youâd been so good for her. Granted, the accident hadnât been a part of her plan. Sheâd only intended to make you hold yourself, but she couldnât deny that it was hot, though a little uncomfortable to be sitting in a cold and wet chair. Despite wanting to get away from the mess, Wanda remained in her chair and devoted her attention to you. In truth, sheâd finished her paperwork twenty minutes ago, sheâd just been waiting for you to finally break. âWhy didnât you tell Mommy you needed to go potty, silly girl?âÂ
The words werenât fully registering in your head, every noise felt miles away and muffled by thick cotton on your ears. If youâd been in a sounder mind, you would have snapped your gaze up to her so quickly that your neck wouldâve broken, but that never came. Youâd warned her as well as you could that if she didnât let you up this would happen, but she had taken her chances and the outcome had been exactly what youâd expected. Wanda hummed soothingly when you burrowed your face into her shoulder and your mouth went to work on the little bits of skin that were available beside the collar of her t-shirt. The cock still in your pussy was the farthest thing from your mind, but when Wanda shifted you into her arms so she could finally stand and move away from your accident, you whined at the sensation of your full cunt being empty for the first time in hours.Â
âShh, itâs okay, malenâkaya. Youâre okay.â Even in Natashaâs absence the Sokovian spoke Russian. She had no real connection to her native language that had died when her brother did, and whatever she said to you in this moment would fall upon deaf ears anyway. It didnât matter what language she let fall past her lips, all that you could comprehend in this state was that your Mommyâs arms were wrapped tightly around you and she was so cruelly pulling something away the only thing that had been with you for hours. âWeâre gonna get you all cleaned up. Just be patient with Mommy.â Leaving her office chair to be handled at a different time, she honestly might just order a new one, having no intense attachment to the black swivel chair thatâs only purpose was to sit on, Wanda carried you back into the master bedroom.
She made quick work of undressing you, soothing your whines of protest when the cold air ambushed your flush and warm skin. Your shorts and panties had been discarded on the floor of her office, so all she had to strip you out of was one of Natashaâs old t-shirts that you had found in the back of the closet and adamantly adored. You reached for her throughout the entire process, a far away look in your eyes as you barely even registered her face coming so close to yours that her breath splayed across your lips. She kissed you softly, capturing your full attention as you returned the embrace, all the while her hands were pulling the piss soaked strap-on off of her hips and away from her core that throbbed to be dealt with, but she could handle the unsatisfied ache. Unlike you, Wanda was particularly fond of edging, the only problem that came with her interest was she never relinquished control for long enough to ever have it be done to her.Â
You huffed when she pulled away from your lips in favor of throwing her t-shirt onto the floor with the already existing pile of your own clothes. She left you laying alone in the center of the bed, making a mental note to throw the comforter in the washer before any of you tried to sleep beneath them later on, and walked into the en-suite bathroom. She drew a nice bath, taking the extra minutes to add your favorite bath bomb into the warm water and light the few candles that remained around the edge of the tub. Bubbles were a must, you demanded them every time either of the redheads even suggested taking a bath, so while the water was still running Wanda added them to the tub as well. You didnât like a hot bath, a fact that you had been sure to tell Natasha when sheâd first tried to lower you into an aftercare session with one, so Wanda figured she had plenty of time to go back and collect you while the water cooled down some more. She could already see the bath bomb coloring the water pink as she left, and she knew both yours and her skin would smell like strawberries and vanilla once you crawled out and dried off.Â
You had come back to yourself the faintest bit when Wanda re-entered the bedroom. Youâd curled up onto your side, your head resting on one of your arms as you let your eyes remain closed. At the sound of her gentle footsteps, wide eyes still glassy shot open and searched for her. Unlike the state youâd been in when she left to run the bath, you were able to recognize her presence now and you made that very clear. âMommy!â You cried, a fresh set of tears brimming your eyes as you reached a single hand out to her. Wanda kneeled down in front of the bed, gently taking your hand in hers and kissing it softly.
The hand that wasnât occupied reach out to brush strands of fallen hair away from your face, and as expected, when she ran the pad of her thumb over your bottom lip, your tongue shot out to lick at it before soft lips claimed it entirely. Wanda smiled fondly, her other fingers gently stroking against your cheek. âPrivet, moya milaya devochka.âÂ
You were still too far gone to comprehend the Russian sentence that you had become familiar with, but that didnât bother Wanda who hadnât been expecting a response in the first place. You were falling out of your head fairly quickly, and she worried that your humiliation was the leading factor in your unwillingness to let the fog linger fully.Â
âLeft.â You croaked pitifully around the soft weight of her thumb in your mouth, your wide eyes desperate for her to understand the message you were trying to convey and not let it happen again.Â
âI didnât leave.â Wanda shook her head firmly, placing another kiss to the top of your hand that curled around hers tightly, unwilling to let go for even a single second. You were always clingy when she got you in this state, and she adored every second of it. âMommy ran us a bath. Weâve gotta get cleaned up.â She promised you, and at the mention of one of your favorite activities, your torso shot up from the bed and her hand fell away from your face. You wobbled in your disoriented and fuzzy state, leaning into her touch when she reached out to stabilize you. âCome on, sweetheart. There are bubbles waiting for you!âÂ
Wanda helped you into the bathroom, easing herself into the tub before she helped you over the edge and into her arms. You didnât go for her fingers like sheâd anticipated, merely wiggling your way down in her embrace until your head fell onto the swell of her breast. Not wanting to question you when you were so sensitive, Wanda merely dragged her hand across the inside of your thigh as you sat sideways in her lap, transfixed on the sharp edge of her jaw that clenched when you got too far into her head. Sheâd have to remember to thank Natasha for pushing to get the bigger tub when theyâd remodeled the bathroom years ago, it was certainly coming in handy now. Your body was washed with tender touches, the loofa used a light blue color and saturated in Wandaâs own body wash. She didnât know why you continued to buy your own, when the only one who ended up using it was her after youâd taken the last of hers.Â
It was a comfortable silence that fell over the both of you as the bath water slowly became colder and colder, and with each minute that passed in combination with Wandaâs gentle stroking of your hip or your cheeks, you fell firmly beneath the blanket of fuzzy emptiness that youâd been fighting off before. You felt so loved and so cared for, there wasnât a single thought in your mind beside her. The humiliation of your accident had waned away, replaced by only flourishing warmth.Â
Eventually, your lips began to root around for something to suckle on. Wandaâs fingers hadnât moved to your mouth quick enough, and your tongue sought out the first soft thing that it could find. A gasp fell from Wandaâs lips when you took her sensitive nipple into your mouth, a sharp sensation shooting through her body that was in no way sexual. Sheâd always had her speculations about this kind of contact, but now that she had it for herself to experience, she understood. She had all of your mind in her hands at this moment, but you had all of her body. It was a delicate balance that further emphasized how your relationship could only thrive if all parties were equal and respected. Wanda trailed a soft finger over the bridge of your nose, her own scrunching up in admiration.Â
âFind something you like, little one?â She teased, but there was no bite behind her words as she gently adjusted your latch to be more comfortable for the both of you. The bath water was officially cold, no longer able to be passed off as warm, but Wanda would allow you to sit in it just this once. She was always such a stickler for crawling out of the tub when the water went cold, but even she didnât want to leave the intimacy of this moment as your eyes fluttered closed and your tongue made gentle sweeps across her nipple. âYou did so good for me. So so good. Mommyâs so proud of you. My good girl.â She whispered delicate praise into the otherwise quiet bathroom, her eyes appreciating how the dim candle light made your glassy eyes glow like a fire had been placed behind them.Â
She could faintly hear the front door open downstairs and she smiled knowing that Natasha had finally made it home. It wasnât often that the Russian went into the office alone, but today had worked out weirdly and Wanda wouldnât trade it for anything. Natasha had noticed how quiet the house was upon entering, and she tried her best not to disturb the stillness that you and Wanda had created. She took the stairs one at a time, peeking into Wandaâs office when she noticed the door was oddly ajar. Wanda either had the door firmly closed or entirely open, it was never left in the half-opened state it was now. Two pairs of shorts and the puddle on the floor told her everything she needed to know about what had happened while she was away at work. Anticipating your blissed out headspace and Wandaâs full hands, Natasha cleaned the scene, still dressed in business slacks and an off-white satin blouse. The chair had been scrubbed and sanitized, and the floor had been given the same treatment in only a matter of minutes. There was no need to buy a new chair now, and memories of this afternoon would linger in the room anytime either one of you set your sight on it.Â
Natasha carried yours and Wandaâs shorts back into the bedroom. She picked up the pile of clothes that had been left on the floor, adding them to the laundry basket they kept hidden away in the closet before her own clothes were thrown on top. She dressed quickly, able to hear the one-sided conversation that was happening on the other side of the wall.Â
âDaddyâs home.â Wanda cooed sweetly to you, her eyes filled with gentle love and admiration that felt so full she wanted to cry. You barely heard her words, and if you did, you didnât fully comprehend them, but she didnât expect you to. âSheâll be so proud of how good you were for Mommy. The best little duckling.âÂ
Natasha had decided then to make her presence known, two big and cozy towels in her hands. The initial sight of you and Wanda together had shocked her, her eyes transfixed on where her wifeâs nipple was in your mouth, but she didnât make it a big deal. Lowering herself onto the tile floor beside the tub, placing the towels just out of what she deemed the splash zone, the Russian reached out gently to caress your still flush cheeks.Â
âHow did this happen?â Natasha questioned Wanda, keeping her voice soft so as to not disturb you when you looked so content and fulfilled. The scent of strawberry and vanilla clung to the air in the bathroom, enough for Natasha to know that one of your favorite bath bombs had been thrown into the tub.Â
âSheâs down deep.â Wanda merely hummed, leaning over the edge of the tub to lay her lips against Natashaâs. âIt was the first thing she found when she decided she needed something in her mouth.â Wanda laughed softly, the vibrations jostling her breasts much to your displeasure. Your hand fell onto the swell of her breast, keeping it still as you suckled contently despite the near interruption.Â
âI canât say I blame her.â Natasha teasingly pinched at Wandaâs nipple, not missing the way the Sokovianâs eyes fluttered closed and she chased the sensation when it was pulled away. Wanda had sensitive nipples, it was a known fact that Natasha loved to abuse, but something about this moment with you just felt entirely pure and wholesome. âLet me be the bad guy and get her out. Youâre freezing.â Natasha frowned when she noticed just how cold to the touch Wandaâs skin was. She grabbed at you instantly, noticing that the sections of your skin that had been submerged in the water were just as cold as Wandaâs.Â
You whined in protest when you were pulled away from Wandaâs chest and wrapped up like a little bug in the towel that Natasha had brought into the bathroom for you. Natasha didnât bat an eye at your pitiful whimpering, carrying out of the bathroom and toward the guest bedroom when she gathered the hint that the comforter needed to be washed before any of you laid beneath it that night. It was scary how in tune she and Wanda could be at times, but you werenât fully present enough to comment on their freaky telepathy.Â
Natasha got you dressed into a pair of summer pajamas that still occupied the guest room from when youâd first started spending the night. Your clothes occupied nearly every room at this point, but she wouldnât have it any other way. She adored the little traces of your presence that popped up at random moments, which might be the reason why she no longer scolds you for leaving your shoes in every corner of the house despite the large collection at the front door. By the time you're beneath the blankets in the guest bed, Wandaâs coming into the room in a pair of pajama shorts, though sheâs still void of a shirt.Â
âGiving in so easily, moya lyubovâ? And here I thought you were the strict one.â Natasha teased, knowing fully what Wanda had intended on when she purposefully left the matching top in the drawer where the shorts used to lay.Â
âI introduced her to a lot today. Iâm not going to try and get her to take my fingers when I know thatâs not what she wants.â Wanda merely shrugged, allowing her soft heart to bleed into her words for the briefest minute before she was slipping back into the headspace you craved. âCome here, my little duckling. Letâs get you all comfy.â Wanda pulled your body into hers, guiding your lips down to her chest. Her nipple was sensitive, sore from the earlier abuse, but she didnât mind the sting of pain that came when your lips wrapped firmly around her skin. âYou did so good today, milaya. So good.âÂ
Natasha curled herself around Wanda, keeping you close between the both of them. It wasnât long before your lips fell slack around Wandaâs nipple and your breathing evened out. Wanda and Natasha smiled down at you endearingly, deciding there was no harm in taking a little nap after the day that they'd had.
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IT WAS NEVER MINE
summary â as your year long contract with natasha come to an end, all the feelings youâve been trying to ignore come to the surface. you didnât think they were yours to lose in the first place, but youâd never been so wrong in your life
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, angst, hurt/comfort, brief mentions of panic attack/spiraling thoughts, confession of feelings, soft!wandanat, dom/sub dynamics, bratty behavior, face grabbing, fingering, ruined orgasm, degradation, praise, mommy kink, daddy kink, doggy position, oral, grinding, mutual orgasms, threesome, finger sucking, cum tasting, literal filth? men/minors dni
authors note â russian translations are included at the end of this work. we finally got the confessions of feelings! the trios officially a couple! everybody cheered!
you are in love universe
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff â§
Everything around you had been cemented in false permanence that you werenât quite ready to give up just yet, or ever. The weather, the sunsets, the arms you fell into at night; a month into the summer holidays and you could no longer deny that your feelings for Wanda and Natasha were merely a result of the situation. You wanted them, in every way they would give themselves to you. You yearned for their laughter, and to join in on the soft kisses that came by the kitchen window every morning like a sacred routine. You wanted their eternal company and the lingering presence of where their gentle touch had lied even when they went away. To put it simply: you crave something that will never come. The terms of your contract were made clear when you signed them, but you were naive to have ever thought you wouldnât catch feelings.Â
With June halfway through and July on the cusp, the bed the couple fell into each night was practically your own now too, and clothes you wore frequently had been given an official place in the master en-suite closet beside Natashaâs. Some mornings, when sleep had been hard to claim and exhaustion carried over into sunrise, you couldnât distinguish between what was hers and what was yours. When those days came like unexpected storm clouds, the gravity of your predicament clung to your skin like the disappointment of cold rain on a tropical vacation.Â
Westview came alive in the summer months, like most shore towns in Jersey did once schools were out. The small town wasnât one that you had been familiar with prior to signing the contract, rather isolated and forgotten about between the bigger beaches that bordered it, but now you that you knew of it and had seen it in the winter, you couldnât imagine hard days without that small ice cream shop four blocks from the Maximoffâs, nor do you think you could survive hard semesters without escaping to the deserted edge of solid ground only locals visited when pale snow kissed tan sand.Â
When sunshine became too bright to ignore, you were the last in the house to stir awake. The master bedroom was quiet, too quiet, save for the blue jays that chirped just beyond the sun-warm window. You sighed at the muted colors that adorned the walls and furniture within the room, wondering how some places could feel so lived in and empty in the same breath. You had to force yourself out of bed, though you wouldâve rather stayed burrowed beneath thick blankets and pillows made of clouds until they fused to your three-day-old marked skin. Your routine may not have been as sweet as the married women who lingered somewhere beneath you, probably cuddled up close on the couch in the living room or laughing together in the kitchen over a memory you werenât privy to knowing, but it had become something cherished since joining them in bed at night. Your fingers, cold from their lack of use throughout the night, trailed over the hickies that discolored your skin. The touch was softer than silk, fear clouding your impulses as you wondered if today would be the day they disappeared into nothing but another memory. In prior relationships, youâd always hated when your partner left you with physical remnants of the intimate connection youâd sought from them. It had always felt cliche and admittedly demeaning when youâd then have to walk around with splotches of burgundy peeking out from beneath clothes, but there was something different about the way you allowed Wanda and Natasha to claim you. Perhaps it was the sick pride you harbored just by knowing that your body was solely theirs to mark, or maybe it was your own twisted need to convince your mind that they cared for you the same way you did them like your heart so desperately wanted to believe. Either way, the love bites strewn across your neck lived to see another day if the intense sensitivity was any indication of their presence, and with the confirmation that everything youâve devoted yourself to hadn't completely fallen away yet, the dread you faced like an endless mirror melted away to be stared at later on.Â
With no energy to actually get dressed, because even a full night's sleep had felt like simple minutes recently, you didnât even bother walking into the closet where your favorite outfits remained hung up on expensive metal hangers. Youâd only stare at them blankly, no pull to anything in particular, until you walked away still clad in paint splattered shorts and a t-shirt youâd owned since high school. Every morning Wanda would say that the pajamas you wore werenât allowed to exist outside of the house, and every day Natasha would drag you out for a walk while still wearing them. It was like they couldnât agree on how to help you, but both women had noticed your shift in attitude even if they didnât know the cause. You werenât their lively girl anymore. You didnât jump at the chance to skip down the pier holding tightly onto Natashaâs hand, you didnât fling yourself off the countertops just because you knew it worried Wanda, and you didnât bounce between offices seeking attention from whoever gave it first. As each day passed and another one came to the surface, you only got farther from the woman that they had loved. The woman you believed was unlovable.Â
They tried to stand firm on the rules and expectations, having seen what happens when they try to soften their edges for you, but even doubling down on their control had been in vain. Your ass had been over both of their laps countless times in recent days, but all that seemed to do was fuel your desire to push back and retreat inward. Wanda had tried various other methods of punishment to break through whatever wall you were trying to keep up, hoping that getting you to relinquish control would settle whatever storm you had brewing beneath those dazzling eyes. Edging you had failed. You had blatantly refused to let her see how desperate you were, taking each edge with impressive neutrality until eventually sheâd given you a full orgasm out of her own guilt and need to comfort. She had made you sit at the dining room table and write lines when youâd dared to try and talk back to her one night, but when she had come back to check on you the sheet of loose-leaf paper was blank and the pen hadnât even been picked up. That was the first time youâd received the silent treatment from Wanda. Sheâd merely collected the paper and pen with a hum of dissatisfaction before she moved on with her evening as normal. There was no question about if you were still cared for, she tucked you in and kissed your head, but it wasnât until the next morning rolled around when youâd heard her voice being directed toward you again. She could see that the punishment had affected you. It wasnât typically one she resorted to, knowing how it could impact a submissive's emotions, but everything else had been falling flat on its face and she just wanted her girl back. Sheâd tried to amend the situation at the first chance she got, tried to comfort you in the way she knew youâd needed done, but you were more or less unresponsive to her attempts.Â
As the nights of summer carried the end of your contract nearer, your sadness only grew and presented in agitating ways that were winding both of the redheads up â there was only so much more of your attitude that they could take before they snapped and you wouldnât blame them when it came. The contract was practically the only thing on your mind anymore, namely the part of the document that disclosed the length of your agreement; twelve months. You were on month ten, and although a large part of you desperately wanted to enjoy these last few weeks entirely, the smaller, more stubborn part of you, felt like you had to protect yourself from the inevitable heartbreak that was to come. Change was unavoidable, you kept reminding yourself, but nothing could have prepared you for how truly fast it was happening. Natasha had promised you a glorious summer break. Sheâd promised sâmores and beach days and near permanent attachment. It wasnât her that broke those promises, it was you. Even the thought of spending individual time with the Russian made panic flare within you, and though it wasnât fair to her, you continued to cancel plans regardless. Today was another day of plans that wouldnât happen, and there wasnât even the slightest ounce of remorse in your belly as you descended toward the kitchen. You had been wrong for getting attached in the first place, you wouldn't add fuel to the fire so close to the once unimaginable end.Â
 The lawyer owned a Harley-Davidson LiveWire. It sat covered by a thick black tarp in the two car garage that at some point during their relationship, had been converted into an at home gym. The very first time you had gotten a peak at the bike, you knew that you wanted to join her for a ride, but you found out weeks later that riding wasnât something Natasha did often or at all, not anymore. Wanda had been the one to tell you why during one of the first conversations youâd had. She told you how Natasha had been in a bad crash, how the bike in the garage was a replacement for the one sheâd used to have, how even the sight of it sent her spiraling and thus was why it remained permanently covered. But, after hearing about your interest, Natasha had spent months working through her anxiety just to give you a taste of the biking life sheâd adored for so many years. Sheâd told you three weeks ago that she was almost ready to get back on, that she would let you know when she could trust herself not to panic. Months of working through trauma that couldâve easily stayed untouched just to see you smile, and now you didnât even want to go. You were probably the shittiest person ever. They had every right to hate you come August, but you convinced yourself that that would make everything easier. If they still cared for you, youâd think about crawling back to them every second of the day.Â
As expected, Wanda and Natasha were sitting together on the couch when you reached the end of the stairs. The windows in the living room were open and welcomed the fresh breeze inside, but despite the warmth that lingered with the wind, you shivered. Wandaâs head craned toward the stairs first, and then Natashaâs. It always took the Russian longer to notice you, and you wondered if Wanda really did just have a sixth sense because she never took more than a second to spot you, even if you tried to be as soundless as possible. They offered you sweet greetings and easy smiles, but they went unreturned. Three weeks ago, you wouldâve melted into their laps and grinned eagerly, but now you merely rolled your eyes and shuffled into the kitchen where leftover ice cream from Billyâs remained in the freezer.Â
Wanda had brought it home a few nights ago, her form of an apology for being kept at the office so late. It wasnât yet fall, just barely summer really, but already their workload was starting to increase. You could see it in their eyes that carried permanent exhaustion, and though Natasha had thus far kept her promise of not being away, she worked in her office a significant amount more. Maybe your attitude is what pushed her to spend time with mind-melting files and cases, or maybe she was just accepting the end of the contract better than you.Â
Your ice cream was decorated with sprinkles softer than sunsets. Their pastel shades were unlike the sprinkles sold at chain ice cream restaurants near your University and hometown, and you adored the simple detail that set Billyâs apart from everyone else. The first time Natasha had shown you to the parlor, you had claimed so boldly that despite being made of the same ingredients, the sprinkles tasted sweeter then the other ones youâve tried. Another thing that had changed in your dynamic were the rules. Wanda was strict, hovering and well-alike to a helicopter parent, and when sheâd realized that you only ate meals when they were prepared by either her or Natasha, sheâd wasted no time in implementing another rule into your dynamic; you needed to eat at least one real meal a day. It wasnât hard in the summer months. You were with them every day and you ate what they ate when they ate, but your late wake-up time had given you the perfect opportunity to make your lingering bad mood known in yet another way. You pulled the freezer open without any hesitation, heading straight for the half-eaten ice cream with your name on it. Youâd scribbled your newest nickname, utenok, on the cover when you feared Natasha would eat it on you. The silliness and untainted delight that you had felt in that moment was practically unimaginable now. You tried to grasp at how light you had felt as you sat around the dining table joking with Wanda who had a smudge of peanut butter sauce on the tip of her nose, but you had come up empty handed quickly.Â
Shaking your head, not wanting to spiral down another path of inconsolable tears, you directed your attention to finding a spoon. The many cabinets in the kitchen had once confused you, as they would anyone who was randomly dropped in a lavish kitchen with too many drawers to count, but now they were engraved in your memory and you hadnât even stopped to question if you opened the right one, knowing confidently that you hadnât messed up in months. The silverware was in the drawer closest to the sink, and you found a spoon easily. You hated how before you could even dig into your ice cream, that your mind felt the need to remind you about how in eight weeks, youâd have no right to this kitchen and the silverware inside of it. The first bite on your tongue felt wrong, and your stomach churned in thick guilt, but you ignored how badly you wanted to beg Wanda for forgiveness and went in for another mouthful. The sprinkles didnât taste as sweet, but you knew that Wanda could see you from the living room so you kept up with the action.Â
Her voice made you feel sick to your stomach when it finally attempted to reach your ears. âWhat are the rules, milaya?â She asked you with sternness, her eyes set into a thin glare that could end wars if the military let her loose on the battlefield. Nobody would go against her, theyâd stand no chance, but you did. You had learned how to ignore the rush of guilt and shame that set in when she looked at you that way, and were becoming quite good at it if you had any say in the matter. No, that was a lie, the biggest lie that you had ever told yourself, but you had to try. You felt like the absolute worst person in the world when you went against Wanda, but in eight weeks there would be no Wanda to go against, so you tried to remain unbothered despite how bothered you actually were.Â
âDonât know. Donât care.â Your clipped tone had made her flinch, had made her reel back into Natasha and pull her eyes away from you. Your heart dropped to your feet, your eyes stung with unshed tears that had come at least once every day since you realized how near the end was, but you didnât apologize. You didnât backtrack and attempt to amend what you were breaking. Instead, you scooped up another bite of ice cream that was significantly bigger than the last, and shoved it all into your mouth at once. The creamy flavor melted onto your tongue and tried to clear your mind, but the guilt made it difficult to win. You needed this. You needed them to hate you so that you could hate them, but it felt like a knife stabbing into your least important organs over and over. You could live without a spleen, but that didnât mean it wouldnât hurt for a while. You knew that you could live without them and their praise and reassurances, but that wouldnât mean that even if they hated you it wouldnât hurt. There was no good way out, but you were being forced closer and closer to the day with every minute that passed.Â
âPut the ice cream away and get something else to eat, detka. You agreed to these rules.â Wanda came back at you harder, sterner, colder, and when you met her eyes from across two rooms, there was a fire beneath them that had made her near unrecognizable. Her publics were blown and darker than midnight as it hung over Westview, her lips were set into a firm line that would give her wrinkles by the time she was forty. She was miles away from the sweet woman you had seen glimpses of since dropping your what was your initial attitude, but even the woman youâd hated hadnât been so harsh. Your nose crinkled, and for the softest second she believed that she had won, but when did you ever give in so easily, though nothing about this was easy.Â
Raising your chin, the handle of the silver spoon felt heavy between your fingers that held it up to your lips where the taste of your treat lingered. She wasnât going to make you back down when in eight weeks youâd be back on campus and without her. As horrible as it was to admit, you didnât know who you were without them anymore. Natasha laid out outfits for you that paired sweetly with hers. Wanda made breakfast and dinner, and always asked you to help with lunch. They helped you sleep through storms and nightmares. They had satisfied you and completed you for ten months, and in turn you were just expected to know how to keep going without their rules. Youâd drown before you even had the chance to swim. âMake me.âÂ
Daylight drenched the house in warmth, but the room felt cold when Wanda shot to her feet and started to approach with footsteps that were silent and deadly. You had half the mind to run in the opposite direction, to avoid whatever she was coming over to do, but you stayed firmly planted to the floor of the kitchen and dared to even take another mouthful of ice cream between your lips. For days you had been dismissive and hostile toward them, quieted by silence and fear, but those initial feelings were quickly folding into anger that begged to be released.Â
You stiffened when her ringed hand caught your jaw, her fingertips squeezing your cheeks together not unkindly, but not softly either. You had amended your limits just as you had amended the rules now that Wanda was an active participant in your dynamic, but none of your new allowances had been used on you yet, there hadnât been a reason. You had just given her a reason though, and your eyes, despite your willingness for them to remain slitted and annoyed, widened in shock immediately. Youâd been adamant against Natasha grabbing you like this, a fear response from childhood that at the start of your relationship hadnât yet been processed, but as your trust in their control had grown over time, so had your curiosity for harsher elements of kink and submission. Your core throbbed at the sensation of her fingers digging into your skin, and you wanted to kick yourself for folding so easily. Youâd never accomplish anything if your body craved their touch, but getting them to hate you was just as hard as getting you to hate them.Â
âI donât know who you think youâre talking to like that. Mommy expects little girls to do as they're told the first time theyâre asked, but it seems youâve forgotten who you're with. One last chance, go put away the ice cream and find something else to eat. You will not take your attitude out on me when I have given you every opportunity to tell me whatâs wrong.â If you thought she wouldnât grab you any harsher, you were wrong. The grip she had on your face was painful now, and you could feel every grove in the metal around her fingers as they pressed into your cheeks and jaw. Every instinct in your body was screaming at you to listen to her, to just find something else to eat or ask her to make you something instead, but your anger had grown fond of disobedience, and you shook your head before you could process what would happen next. âVery well.â The hand on your face had fallen away just as quickly as it had come, leaving you with an ache on your face and soon an emptiness in your hands when she plucked the cup from between your grip and walked it over to the garbage can beneath the skin. You wanted to sob when you watched her throw it away, the bright colored cup a flash of pigment before it was completely out of sight and at the bottom of the bag.Â
âWhat the fuck?â You complained, throwing the spoon down on the island countertop. The metal clanked against the marble when it made contact, but you didnât care about how you might have scratched the surface they kept so perfect and tidy. There were too many bigger feelings coursing through your nerves to recognize how Wandaâs eyes snapped to the island before they fell upon yours again. She was getting sick and tired of your attitude. The sadness sheâd felt when she first realized something was wrong hadnât quickly become anger, but she was reaching that point now. You were forcing her over the edge with every minor act of brattiness you could even think to initiate.Â
You were pinned between her body and the edge of the counter so quickly you hadnât even realized that she had backed you in, but in a moment of forgetfulness, drunk of the state of her radiating dominance, your hands gripped onto the hem of her shirt and your eyes burned with desperation for her touch. You scolded yourself when you realized, but Wanda had already seen it and smirked knowingly down at you. You hadnât responded to edging, but maybe youâd respond when someone properly ruined your orgasm for the first time. You never did take too kindly to their teasing, and it seemed that even in whatever funk had taken hold of you, your body was calling out for her attention. Who could blame you though, the three-day-old hickies on your neck were an indication of the last time youâd been touched, and you shared a bed with the hottest women in the world.Â
Wandaâs hands were ruthless as they didnât waste time with teasing. Youâd been teased enough, there was no need for her to drag out your punishment. As cruel as she intended to be with you, she didnât think you could handle being nothing but putty in her hands. Her and Natasha werenât quiet when they ripped orgasms from each other in the shower at night as you laid in their bed waiting for their return, and they certainly werenât quiet when they snuck into one of their offices upstairs in the middle of the day. Just because you hadnât been touched, didnât mean they hadnât been, and the sounds of their pleasure had been torturous each and every time. Theyâd been waiting for you to come to them, waiting for the breaking point where you begged for their attention and any toy you were desperate enough to name at the moment. Asking for what you wanted was still hard, but they were patient enough to let you figure it out, and they had hoped that not immediately offering attention like they had a habit of doing would pull you out of your head. Clearly it hadnât. Clearly, theyâd failed to help you in yet another way.Â
Wanda was in no mood to be patient anymore, and when her hands dipped beneath the waistband of your sleep shorts, that fact became very apparent to you. You gasped at the sensation of her cold fingers seeking out your clit with intent and eagerness. Your eyes snapped up to hers, a million silent questions buried beneath the haze of desperation her aggressiveness had provoked. You grinded down against her fingers, not being stopped. So much control was being placed in your hands, or at least thatâs what you were being led to believe as she eased two fingers into your pulsating entrance and allowed you the freedom of grinding down on them however you wanted. You wanted to push her away, wanted to keep up your act and attitude, but that had all melted away from you the second her fingers curled into your soft spot.Â
âNobodyâs touched this sweet pussy in three days.â Wanda hummed, her voice laced and dripping in false sympathy as she scissored you open and made you ache for more. There was no question to be answered in her observations, and it confused you. She almost always followed up with a question because she liked to see you squirm in pleasure unable to answer her. She liked to belittle you and force you to see just how pliable you were to her every direction. Everything that you had grown to accept and adore had been ripped away. Her lips hovered above yours, but they didnât lean down to kiss you. Everything about this moment felt so impersonal and detached, and it made you cry out in frustration. She was only doing what you had done to her, she knew that, but you couldnât even begin to wrap your head around it at this moment. When youâd eventually realize, she hoped it was enough to set you straight, because she desperately wanted to close the gap between your bodies and love you the right way. She kept her face mere inches from yours, her eyes open and hard and dilated. She was looking at you so cruelly, it made your insides feel like they were on trial. When a desperate moan fell from your lips, Wanda doubled her pace, ruthlessly rubbing circles on your clit that had become stiff beneath her thumb. âGonna cum for Mommy, little slut?âÂ
âY-Yes!â You only just barely managed to cry out, and you expected her to slow her pace and reprimand you for not asking her correctly, it had been three days since youâd called her Mommy and though you were aching for her to be just that to you, there was still bite left in your bones and Wanda merely hummed as she registered that fact. You would not like what was to come. She knew you would hate it. You liked full satisfying orgasms, and she couldnât blame you for that, but the feeling you were about to become familiar with was the exact opposite. Only she was privy to that information though.Â
âThen go ahead.â She shrugged haphazardly, a third finger daring to stretch you open and fill you up. Your walls accepted the burn, leaned into the pleasure, craved her touch and thanked every star in the universe for sending her down to you. With her permission to let go, you didnât fight the coil from snapping within your belly. Your eyes fell closed at the sharp sensation of approaching, promised pleasure, but just as quickly as sheâd let you think you were about to taste it, her fingers pulled away and left your hot cunt to pulsate and throb with no help or satisfaction. Your eyes shot open in shock, your hips writhing and bucking against the countertop as tears glistened in your eyes. You could feel it wash over you, just beneath the surface, but that was all that came from it. Your entrance sobbed at the loss of stimulation, your clit twitched and jumped in protest, but nothing could bring her back to you, and as quickly as you had tasted relief, it was gone and just nothing.Â
âNo!â You sobbed, your hand shooting out to grab Wandaâs wrist and drag it back to your uncomfortable core. She merely laughed at your distress, the sound foreign and cold as it rolled off her lips. Wanda had been mean, sheâd been harsh and unforgiving, but sheâd never been cruel. Not like this. Not with you. You didnât know what to do with yourself as you stomped your feet and wiggling helplessly against the edge of the counter, unable to form the words that wouldnât convince her to help you, but again, you didnât know that this had been her plan all along; that no matter how much you begged and cried, she wasnât going to make you cum. Not today. Not tomorrow. Maybe not even for the rest of the week. It depended on the state of your attitude.Â
With a frown of sympathy that didnât even attempt to be perceived as authentic, Wanda had the audacity to coo at your distressed expression and reach her hand out to gently cup your cheek that was damp from falling tears. âYou didnât like that, huh?â She questioned, her green eyes unwavering in their position of dominance. You shook your head feverishly, unable to stop the twitches of movement that made your entire body tremble. She offers you no support, no endearing kiss and soft reassurance, sheâs allowed you to make your bed, itâs not her problem youâre expected to lay in it now. âYou werenât supposed to, devchonka. When youâre ready to talk about whatâs bothering you, like the contract thatâs been open in my office for the last week, weâll see about fixing your little issue.âÂ
You swallowed thickly at the words she whispered against the sensitive shell of your ear, at the fact that she had figured out where your thoughts laid without you even saying anything. You wondered if she had told Natasha, wondered how long she had known what your attitude was about and had just been waiting for you to bring it up to her yourself. You had so many questions, but you always seemed to have questions when it came to Wanda and the ways in which she worked. Of course you had your own copy of the contract, theyâd be horrible lawyers if they sent you away without one, but it had been thrown into a random box with the rest of your belongings when you had moved out of your dorm room in May. When you remembered the terms of the contract one afternoon, or more specifically when the agreed upon end would be, youâd sought out one of their copies, and Wandaâs was easiest to find. Her office was so meticulously clean and organized that it hadnât been a hard task, but that shouldâve been your first sign of caution. You were stupid to think she wouldnât notice youâd been in there snooping around, you were even dumber for forgetting to put it back. So clearly in your mind you could remember how you fled in a state of panic when your eyes reached the black printed end date, August Third. You hadnât been back in there since, and for the week that had followed, the contract had surely been sitting open and tear stained on her desk. You were an idiot.Â
The only thing you could think to do as panic flared in your chest like a category five hurricane, was run in the opposite direction. Never in your life had you stood and faced a problem head on, and now was no time to start. Would she terminate the contract early? Would she berate you for having been in her office at all? You knew they had confidential files in almost every available drawer, and your heart raced with the possibility of her thinking youâd read them. You hadnât, youâd only been looking for the contract, but youâd messed up too badly to even beg her to believe you on that. When the initial shock subsided, and you were aware enough to realize that Wanda had stepped away from you and offered you space, you didnât even bother to grab your phone before you headed for the exit. You hadnât stepped into your flip flops that had gained a permanent place beside the front door, didnât even look back at Natasha calling for you to calm down and come back to her, you needed to get out of there before you could make things any worse. You're certain that Wanda hadnât meant to rattle you so severely, she was just tired of dancing around the issue, but the damage was done, and you couldnât stick around to see how it unfolded.Â
The front door didnât close behind you like youâd hoped. Your hand had barely even grazed against the edge of the door when youâd flailed your limb out towards it and youâd left in too much of a hurry for the gentle touch to matter anyways. Unfortunately for both them and you, it gave them the perfect glimpse of your form as it shot straight down the familiar route toward the beach. You hadnât wanted them to know where you were going, hadnât even considered it much, but it was an unconscious response after so many late night walks with Natasha. A sense of ease washed over Wanda when she could at least predict where youâd be going, but Natasha, who didnât have the privilege of knowing what Wanda knew, was left to question whether she should go after you or not. You hadnât brought shoes, and even if the shore was only seven blocks from the house, the asphalt would burn your skin in seconds. Despite the comfort that shouldâve come with the fact that you were headed in the direction of a familiar and relatively safe location, Wanda could hear the rushing of blood in her ears as she retreated back to the living room and dropped down beside Natasha on the couch. Her face was the only indication of her worry, as her shoulders took the precision of a lawyer and sat aligned with her hips.Â
Natasha sat absolutely stock still on the couch, her green eyes bouncing between Wandaâs crestfallen face and the open front door where she could vividly picture you standing so tensely before you were gone entirely. Sheâd known there was a problem, known that Wanda was on her last ounce of patience with your persistent disobedience, but she had placed all of her faith into her wifeâs ability to handle things. She was accustomed to your bouts of bad days, aware that most of them came when your mother attempted to stir trouble in your life, but this felt different, this felt personal. Natashaâs gut clenched in guilt that she couldnât even fathom the reason for. Theyâd been strict, and theyâd been lenient, but any side of them hadnât been received well, even when they approached you as equals. What you needed in this moment was anyone's guess, because anyone she tried to be for you only failed to help. Brokenly, like the world had just run away from her heart, Natasha kept her gaze steady on Wanda, begging to know what had happened. âWhat was that about?â The softest hint of not being a born and raised American played on the edge of her words, an indication that she was beyond upset.Â
Wanda sighed, knowing it was never an easy conversation to be had when Natasha was too emotional to keep her accent out of her words. The woman preferred the American accent sheâd adopted after nearly twenty-five years in the States, but no amount of practice could ever fully take Russia out of her heart. Natasha might put it on thick when she was trying to wind her up, might throw it out boldly when she wants to catch you off guard, but when it was soft, when it was gentle and broken, the Sokovian knows that it isnât intentional. After so many years together sheâs become fluent in the subtle tells of the woman's emotions. âShe was looking at the contract a couple of days ago.â Wanda knows what her wife needs, and so she lets her own native accent lace her words. In this moment, theyâre just two women from places of destruction that thought they had finally found something good. Theyâre not CEOâs with enough money to buy a country if they so pleased, theyâre not dominants who seek to have control and obedience, theyâre merely two hearts that just watched a piece of them run away in tears.Â
âWhy?â Natasha frowns when she finally processes the simple sentence Wanda whispered into the dry and heavy air around their warm and lonely bodies. She tries to wrack her brain for anything that she mightâve done in recent days that had violated the terms youâd agreed on, but she canât find a single reason for you to have sought out Wandaâs copy of the contract and fled the way you did. Things had been going so well, only a few weeks ago she had asked you how you wanted to spend the anniversary of your dynamic, and sheâd not seen even an ounce of reluctance in your eyes when you said you just wanted to spend it with her and Wanda. Sheâd been looking forward to it since then, meticulously sneaking off to her office and planning little things to fill the day with that she knew you would adore. Sheâd already drafted a new contract, one that was void of an end date because as much as she knew she wanted you eternally, that wasnât yet a conversation that she had come to you with. Did you not want that now? Had she been a fool to ever think you did?Â
Wandaâs face melted at the utterly crushed gleam that rested within Natashaâs typically vibrant green eyes. Sadness wasnât even a strong enough word to abridge the kaleidoscope of emotions that crashed against her features like the shore, but Wanda didnât need words, she already knew. She was feeling it too. âO, milaya.â She smiles sadly, knowing that as sharp as her wife can be, she was blind to the little gestures of love youâd been throwing out. She reciprocated them all, went above and beyond for you, but her own past had tainted the purity of affection. That was not something Wanda could blame her for missing, but didnât stop her from hating. âSheâs scared. As much as you have a hard time realizing that girl is head over heels for you, my best guess is that she thinks all of this,â Wanda gestures around the visible rooms, her eyes sweeping over your shoes in the entryway before they fall on the baby blue blanket Natasha had bought solely with you in mind that now lives on the loveseat in a ball. There are so many subtle traces of your presence that linger in their perfectly kept rooms, and Wanda adores each and every one. âis because of the contract.â
Natasha feels so stupid for not having realized the cause of your apprehension toward her sooner. If it were possible for her heart to break into a million pieces of sharp glass, sheâs sure the organ would have crumbled into dust by now. She wonders how many nights you had laid awake between her and Wanda and tallied them off as one of your last chances to do so. The exhaustion on your face makes sense now, the inward spiraling sheâd watched you do wasnât so random anymore. She hates that she spent the first ten years of her life in a family void of love, she hates that even now at thirty-four, she hasnât figured out how to show how she feels clearly. If she could just get over herself, maybe you wouldnât be questioning your place in her home. âNo.â Natasha shakes her head, her eyes begging with Wanda to believe the next string of words that fall from her tongue, âI-I love her.âÂ
Wanda smiles that same sad smile again, and her hands that are free of scars and calluses hold firmly to Natashaâs cheeks. Itâs not the same grip that sheâd held you with in the kitchen, itâs softer and tender and expels all of her unspoken emotions that nobody has found the words for yet. Tears glimmer in her eyes as she nods her head to the whispered admission that had been danced around for four months. Wandaâs always known that her wife has found another home in your heart, just like sheâs always known that youâve found a home in hers. Sheâs accepted that, but beyond that, sheâs found a home in you too. âI know that, Natalia. YA nikogda ne zadavalsya etim voprosom. Nikodga. YA tozhe yeye lyublyu. YA lyublyu vas oboikh.âÂ
Natashaâs eyes brim with tears at the whispered confession in her native language. Sokovian and Russian are close enough to understand without having to learn the other, but Wanda had gone the extra mile to make her feel at home even thousands of miles away. Russia had never felt as soft as Wanda does in this moment, and Natasha canât even begin to explain how disgustingly in love she is with the woman sat beside her. âMy skazali, chto eto ne bylo nikakikh usloviy. My smotreli Pinokkio, i ty spel mne etu pesnyu. YA obeshchal tebe nikakikh usloviy.â Tears leak down Natashaâs face in single streams that resemble rivers, but Wandaâs quick to wipe them away, thinking her wifeâs face is too beautiful to hold such sorrow.Â
A wet chuckle falls from Wandaâs lips as she shakes her head, a soft smile pulling at the corners of her mouth that canât quite stay in place with the sadness that keeps her still. âVsegda byli kakiye-to usloviya, dorogaya. Menya ustraivayut eti struny. YA khochu eti struny.â Thereâs understanding and acceptance in her eyes, and Natasha doesnât understand how sheâs done something good enough to deserve a wife so accommodating. Wandaâs always known that Natasha was never fully hers, much like sheâs always known she was never fully Natashas. Their hearts were forged in the same fire of pain and suffering. Wanda lost her home to bombings and war, Natasha lost hers to violent abuse. They were the best and worst parts of one another but you; you fit on them like a glass slipper made by magic. You fulfilled every part of their traumatized souls that theyâd thought would remain empty until death took them whole. You showed them unconditional love, and yeah, you were blemished and traumatized too, but that just made it better. Â
âI should have gone after her.â Natasha whispers into the silence that hasnât fully come over the house in weeks. There was never silence when you were around, even when you slept whispered words of sweetness fell into the air as you wiggled and tossed in a dream she could only hope was innocent as you are. Her head falls forward until her forehead rests against Wanda, their green eyes that are so vastly different but similar connecting passionately. Thereâs worry brewing in her chest that she just canât ignore, not when youâre out there without any way to communicate with them. Youâre a perfectly capable adult, she knows that you can handle yourself, but you shouldnât have to; not when you have her.Â
âShe needed space, moya lyubovâ. Sheâll come back to us.â Wanda mumbles, her lips ghosting over Natashaâs. Itâs not quite a kiss, neither one of them lean into it, but neither of them pull away either. Right now, they just need to be close, they just need to hold onto hope that wherever you are, youâve found the peace you needed.Â
âShe has to.â Natasha lets her eyes fall closed, and she silently counts the beats of her heart that she can feel against her ribcage. She loves you. She hadnât been ready to admit it before, but itâs the only thing she can think of now.Â
Thereâs a wistful smile on Wandaâs lips, and her eyes are so far away that Natasha knows sheâs thinking of something specific. Whatever memory it is, she doesnât ask. She just leans into her wife and hopes that sheâs right, but Wandaâs never wrong, so there's no reason to worry. âShe will. She always does.âÂ
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The sand is coarse beneath your feet as the shore gets farther and farther behind you, off in the distance there's a seagull swooping down to steal the sandwich that one of the shoobies has packed from home, but you donât witness the chaos unfold as you pace your way toward land. You donât know how long it's been, but you know that the sun has shifted in the sky and the faintest wisp of pink clings to the horizon. The end of daylight is an approaching promise, and when it dawns on Westview you want nothing more than to be wrapped up safely in Wanda's arms for the duration of it. Even if it ends tomorrow, you need just one more night where you can pretend itâs all real.Â
Thereâs a pair of vibrant seafoam green flip flops on your feet that arenât yours, but the child who left them behind doesnât miss them too much, hopefully at least. They barely fit, the heels of your feet hanging over the edge, but you're willing to suffer if it means avoiding the searing hot pavement on your journey back to the Maximoff residence. You donât know why you ran, donât know why you allowed yourself to fall back on that learned response to anything going awry, but there was nothing you could do to change how you reacted now. The time away had forced you into sounder thoughts, and the song of the ocean as it crashed against land had eased you down from panic quite well. All that lingered through your body now was longing for arms that felt forbidden, but you hoped they would make an exception just this once. The seven blocks back to the Maximoff residence was well known. You watched as the pastel homes that lined the coast as far as the eye could see became muted buildings and beige houses, counting down the sharp corners until the last number that remained was one. Six blocks had passed too quickly, in the estimated eleven minutes that it had been since your back faced the shore and your mind had made the decision to return, you hadnât had the time to prepare yourself for what could possibly await you when you entered. The house could be ripped to shreds, or it could be still in perfect silence. Those had been the only two options when you were a child, but you found that it was neither when you finally mustered up the courage to set your hand on the unlocked knob and twist.Â
You felt the eeriest sense of deja vu ambush your already hypersensitive nerves as you set your gaze on Wanda and Natasha cuddled together on the couch, watching old sitcom reruns beneath the blanket that had been bought by Natasha, and until this moment, solely used by you. Wanda had put up such a fuss about how it clashed with the theme theyâd decorated the room with, you thought she might demand Natasha return it the very instance she saw it peeking out of a shopping bag, but that threat never came, and after seeing how in love you were with the feather light material, she had never even dared to move it into the linen closet where every other blanket they owned resided. Seeing them cuddled beneath something that had been bought specifically for you stirred feelings in your chest that you would much rather avoid but you wouldnât run from your problems again.Â
When your presence was noticed, it was merely seconds before two sets of strong and familiar arms wrapped tightly around your neck and torso. Wandaâs head burrowed deep into your chest seeking darkness while Natashaâs found a comfortable home in your shoulder demanding promise that you were real. It was never you in this position, with women clinging onto you desperately like you might vanish, but now that it was, you didnât know what to do to console them. You mirrored the actions theyâd done for you so many times before, hoping that it was the right move. One of your hands fell on the center of Wandaâs back, while the other curled into Natashaâs hair tightly. A strangled sigh escaped from your lips when you submitted to the comfort they radiated, but you knew that forgiveness was too good to be true, so you waited with baited breath for the other shoe to drop.Â
âDonât ever do that again.â Wanda mumbled into your chest, your skin kissed by unrelenting sunlight unsurprisingly warm beneath her cheek as she craned her head to look up into your eyes that were already looking down at her. Her knees must be bent, because otherwise sheâd be nearly six inches taller than you, but you appreciate the shift in position even if itâs foreign. Youâve never noticed how thin the bridge of her nose is until now, and softly, unable to help yourself, you leaned down to kiss the unblemished and freckle-free skin. Her eyes fluttered closed at the close proximity of your faces, but if you thought that wouldâve been enough to quell her scolding, you were wrong. âDo you hear me, dorogaya. Do not ever leave like that again.â Her fingers curled into the fabric of your sleep shirt and you felt your heart sink with guilt.Â
âIâm sorry.â You whispered, not even sure if the weight behind your words was strong enough to reach her ears comprehensively. Tears brimmed within your eyes before you could stop them, and you felt small in your skin like it didnât really fit on your body. Wanda pulled away from your embrace first, her head shaking firmly left to right as she unmade you with one simple look. You didnât understand how she could do that, but you felt properly vulnerable beneath her heavy stare.
Her words were soft, and her hand reached out to tenderly hold your face. It would be weeks before they could trust that you wouldnât go running away again. âDonât apologize. Thereâs no reason to apologize.â She promised genuinely, even though you felt like that was the furthest thing from the truth. âI just need you to promise youâll never run like that again. You donât even know how badly you scared me, angel.â Her voice was raw, thin and shaky, and you realized quickly that the anger youâd been expecting was nowhere to be found. In place of it however, was worry and concern that could make even the worst person weak in the knees with sympathy.Â
âI wonât.â You returned the gentle whisper, your eyes fluttering shut as you tried to collect yourself. Natasha still gripped you firmly and persistently, her hands clawing at the loose fabric of your sleep shirt like she was trying to get beneath it without really removing it at all. Youâd never seen her so distressed before, and your eyes met Wandaâs in a panic not knowing what to do to console her.Â
Wanda smiled softly at you before her hand fell onto the small of Natashaâs back and rubbed gentle circles. You absorbed the little pieces of information that was being provided, pocketing them for a later date that in full transparency, you hoped never came. You didnât like seeing her so out of sorts, and you especially didnât like being the reason for it. âOna nikuda ne denetsya, dorogaya. Teper' ty mozhesh' otpustit'. Posmotri na neye, ona nastoyashchaya. Ona bol'she ne uydet. Vse normal'no.â Wandaâs words were quick and soft, delivered in what you could only assume was Russia, but they seemed to work effectively because not even a second later, Natasha was pulling away from where she had attached herself to you and her eyes searched your face and body for any visible injuries.Â
âIâm okay.â You promised softly, not entirely sure if your word meant anything to her anymore, but hoping that they still did. You didnât need to hear her internal questions to know what answer she wanted from you, and you were more than willing to provide what little information you could if it meant sparing you the heartbreak of having to witness her so broken down again. You didnât have all the answers she wanted though, and that part pained you deeply. As much as you knew why you had run, and you could explain it to her if she asked, you didnât have any valid reason as to why Wandaâs words had spooked you so much. Maybe it was the confirmation that things were really changing, or maybe it was something entirely different that you would never know. âA little sunburnt, but Iâm okay.â You added when you sensed her hesitation to believe you, and she nodded curtly at your added affirmation. There was no denying the tautness in your cheeks, the only indication that sat on your skin that youâd wake up in lingering pain tomorrow. Sun burns had never been so common for you, but now you have one nearly every week.Â
Wanda guided your attention back to her carefully, not wanting to rattle you like she had hours prior. Your wide eyes stared into hers without any hesitation or reluctance, clinging onto the open silence that rested comfortably overtop of you. The walls that you had slowly been building for the last week were finally gone, and in their places was the girl that she knew was just desperate for affection and tender care. Wanda hadnât realized how much she missed you until she had you back, and she promised herself sheâd never let you slip so far away again. âAre you ready to talk to us, milaya moya?âÂ
You nodded your head at her simple question, not wanting to avoid the topic any longer then you already had. It wouldnât get any easier the longer you waited, and desperately you wanted all to be forgiven so you could lean up and kiss her. It didnât feel right to do that now, not when you hadnât offered her any kind of explanation or apology for your ongoing behavior. She took your hand routinely, a small habit that had formed in the weeks that followed the change in your relationship. She was always leading you around, always hovering and assuring that you were content and okay. If you were in a public space, she set the expectations that if you werenât holding onto her or Natasha, you were within eyeshot. If you were in the car, even if sheâd heard your seatbelt click into place, she was leaning over to fix it and assure it fell over your chest correctly. There was so much love in her simple actions, you felt like crying just recounting a few of them in your head. She guided you over to the couch, only letting go of your hand so that she could ease you down onto the soft cushions that welcomed your weight without protest and drape the soft blue blanket across your sun kissed thighs. You were thankful for the addition of your blanket, already cold from the abrupt displacement of the unfiltered sun against your skin.Â
âCan I go first?â Wanda asked cautiously once all three of you were settled on the couch. Natasha was curled up against the arm of the sofa, looking entirely unlike herself as she gnawed nervously on her bottom lip and flickered her gaze between you and Wanda. The Sokovian was in a similar position, though her hand was grasping yours securely and her thumb ran over your knuckling soothingly. Natasha made no attempt to touch you, and you tried to swallow down your disappointment. You didnât deserve her touch, you were lucky enough to have Wanda.Â
You nodded at the lawyer's question, your eyes briefly trailing over to gaze at Natasha, wanting to assure that it was alright with her that you allow Wanda to take control of the conversation for the time being. It would give you time to get your own thoughts in order, and Natasha had no protests about the idea, inclining her head the slightest inch. Wanda smiled softly at the both of you, her grip never wavering around your hand. âIâll start with what I think spooked you so badly this afternoon.â Wandaâs voice was soft and patient, no ounce of anger lingering in her tone like youâd been expecting. It was as if youâd already been forgiven for your week-long attitude and misbehavior, something that was still foreign to you after nearly a year of being treated this way. The Maximoffâs never went to bed angry, it was a rule within their own relationship that had also fallen upon you, but you arenât sure that youâd ever get used to it. âI found the contract on my desk a few days ago. I thought nothing of it until I noticed how you started to pull away from Natasha and I.â You winced slightly, shame rushing over you, but Wanda merely smiled encouragingly down at you when she felt the minor movement. âI had hoped that you would come to us when you were ready to talk about it. I didnât want to rush you into a conversation you couldnât handle. Natasha and I work so well because we communicate with one another, sometimes it takes a couple of days for us to sort out our thoughts on something that we donât agree with, but we make it a point not to hold any judgment until we have the full story. This is all so new to you still, I figured you might like the same curiosity. I can take responsibility for not addressing the issue sooner; for not letting you know that I saw you were upset right away. It mustâve seemed like we didnât care about what was going on in that pretty little head of yours, but that was never the reason we didnât say anything. Your feelings matter just as much as ours, this is not a one-sided relationship. You donât have to make yourself small just so weâre not inconvenienced. With that being said, I shouldnât have approached you the way that I did in the kitchen. That was a lot of new things all at once when you were already feeling pretty confused, huh?âÂ
You listened intently to Wandaâs words, hanging onto her every syllable as you gave her your full undivided attention. At some point, Natashaâs body had curled into yours, but you barely even recognized the way she was trying to hold you as you let yourself fall into a world where only you and Wanda existed. Behind her, daylight had melted into blackness, nightfall in full swing overtop of Westview. The weight of her apology had struck a chord within your broken heart, and youâd almost violently flinched away from it, but by some miracle, you remained perfectly still. It didnât feel right to be receiving such an honest apology, but you knew sheâd only fight you on the matter if you spoke up about how undeserving you felt. You just barely managed to nod your head at her question, squeezing her hand tightly. âYeah.âÂ
âHow did you feel about it?â She smiled encouragingly, always eager to hear your opinions on the new things they implemented when you were in the proper headspace to accurately communicate how it had made you feel. It was all still so new to you, and talking about sex felt like something cliche, but you tried your best for them. At the follow up question, you became faintly aware of how Natashaâs hand slipped beneath your t-shirt and sat firmly on the warm skin of your back, reassuring you that she was there as well and at the first sign of trouble sheâd pull you out.Â
âI⊠liked it.â You admitted shyly, your gaze flickering down to the blanket that covered your thighs and brought a comforting warmth over your body that goosebumps had threatened to adorn had she not covered you so quickly. You found that running your fingers over the soft blue checkered pattern was more interesting than meeting Wandaâs intense stare, still not entirely used to the way that it made you feel vulnerable. âI didnât like when you pulled away though.âÂ
She smiled sympathetically, and this time it was genuine. Flashes of the earlier afternoon settled at the forefront of your memory, and you could distinctly recall how her grin had been anything but what it was now when you were pinned between her body and the counter writing in frustration. âYou werenât supposed to like that part, milaya. How do you feel about keeping ruined orgasms as punishment?âÂ
âOkay.â You shrugged, not really having an opinion on the subject. It wasnât something you hated, not even really something you minded if you were going to be honest, but the idea of incorporating it into your sex life felt too bold. If you were going to be giving yourself over to Wanda or Natasha, you didnât want the decision of if you were going to be allowed to enjoy your climax fully to be fully over your head the entire time. You were aware enough to know that a situation like that would only trigger your anxiety.Â
âOkay.â Wanda copied your words, a teasing smile pulling at her lips when you finally mustered up the courage to meet her eyes again. A timid blush settled across your cheeks with heat that rivaled the summer sun, a shy smile pulled at the corners of your lips as you sat beneath her pride filled expression, but you didnât back away from her stare, slowly gaining back the confidence you had lost. âNow, do you wanna tell us why you were so upset about the contract? I think we have a pretty good idea, but we need to hear it in your words.âÂ
You swallowed thickly, almost tempted to shake your head and push the conversation off for another time, but Natasha gripped your waist soothingly and spared you a smile that felt limited now. You hated that you had been the cause of her distress, hated that it still lingered on her face and there was nothing you could do to amend it. You took a breath, trying to keep yourself together before you fell apart again. How do you tell two married women that you love them? Thereâs not exactly a handbook that goes through step-by-step explanations for this sort of conversation. âThe contract ends soon. In less than eight weeks. I donâtâ I canâtâ I donât want to justâ Youâre married!â You finally bellowed, frustration lacing your tone at the jumbled mess of words that got caught in the back of your throat before theyâd even become full sentences. âYouâre married and Iâm just a contract and Iâ I like this. I like being here with you, and Iâm scared about what happens when it ends and you have no obligation to keep me around. I thought that if I pushed you away it would make having to leave easier.âÂ
You didnât want to see the expressions on their faces as you cracked, everything youâd been meaning to tell them for weeks and long days finally out in front of you for them to analyze and criticize however they pleased. Maybe it wasnât everything, maybe youâd kept some very major things to yourself, but it was enough to leave you feeling vulnerable and raw. Your eyes glimmered with tears, the lights in the room reflecting off of them in a way that allowed them to resemble stars. Wanda thought you were too pretty to cry, but she also couldnât help but get lost in the galaxy you allowed the world to witness. It was Natashaâs voice that captured your attention, and your head snapped in her direction when the first words out of her mouth were an apology.Â
âIâm sorry I didnât make it clear to you how much I want you here, moy malen'kiy utenok.â Her voice cracked as she held onto your stare, feeling just as vulnerable as you as she let herself be less than a world-class lawyer for the time being. She was just Natalia right now, sat beside you with her own set of tears dampening her eyes and a pout that wasnât quite a frown on her lips that were the same color as fresh unskinned peaches. She wasnât Natasha, the version of herself who had her entire life figured out and laid in perfect rows ahead of her, but Natalia, the woman who had just barely survived childhood in Russia before she was adopted by a family that had just barely escaped years prior. Even if Melina and Alexei werenât perfect parents, they tried so hard to be the remedy that her shattered heart needed. The words Melina had engraved in her mind were the only thing that kept her talking as she stared down at you. You didnât realize that behind you, Wanda was mouthing the words like a mantra, an added element of encouragement that Natasha didnât really need, but appreciated nonetheless; âPain only makes you stronger, big girl. Do not cry over the growth you are experiencingâ. âYou are not just a contract. Youâve never been just a contract, I hate that you even think thatâs all you are. Before I met Wanda, the only person I had ever known how to love was Yelena. And even then, I didnât do it right most of the time. My parents⊠they believed that love was your greatest weakness. They taught me how to hate, and how to hide who I am. Iâm still learning how to let people in.â Natasha drew a shaky breath in, her fingers that rested on the skin of your hip clutched you tightly, begging you to stay; to see and believe the truth in her words. âI put that end date on your contract so that you would have the choice to decide if, when the year ended, you wanted to stay. It was never meant to be an official end. Honey, I could never let you walk out of my life. Not fully. Not without at least trying to get you to stay. I look forward to coming home to you just as much as I look forward to coming home to Wanda. YA tebya lyublyu.âÂ
Your breath caught in your throat at the whispered confession she was certain you couldnât understand. You heard her and Wanda whisper sweet nothings in their native languages often, but you never paid close enough attention to them. It had always felt intimate, like a secret only they were allowed to know, but youâd spent countless hours teaching yourself simpler phrases and sayings. A wet smile pulled your lips firmly upward, and you leaned just close enough for your forehead to brush against Natashaâs. You didnât know sheâd done the same thing to Wanda earlier, but Sokovian smiled softly at your likeness, even if the both of you were painfully blind to it.Â
âI love you too.â You whispered back, your eyes locked firmly on the Russianâs. You smirked smugly at the expression of pure surprise that easily captured Natashaâs features, and you fondly remembered a similar look crossing Wandaâs face when you had pleaded with her to stop teasing. âIâve been teaching myself. Little phrases, nothing major, not yet at least. I canât speak it very well, but I can confidently understand when you call me an idiot and think Iâm none the wiser.â Wanda laughed softly at your admission, though Natashaâs cheeks flushed crimson knowing sheâd been caught, on multiple occasions. She always did it affectionately, that was never a question in your mind, but you enjoyed teasing her, and you especially enjoyed seeing that warm smile come back to her face. âYA tebya lyublyu.â You whispered to her, your face mere inches from hers.Â
âSay it again.â Natasha demanded, her eyes laced with lust that hadnât been taken care of by your hands in days. You would certainly need to fix that. You merely remained smug against your spot on the couch, acutely aware of how Wandaâs arms circled around your waist and pinned you to her chest. You raised your hands to cup her still flushed cheeks, gingerly pressing your lips to her nose in a kiss too soft to fully quench her need for you. With her face in your hands, you briefly flashed back to the impromptu escapade youâd embarked on in the shower on the morning of their Memorial Day barbeque, more specifically how quickly sheâd managed to flip your position in a matter of seconds, but you still dared to try and remain the one in control anyway.Â
You shook your head at her request, certain that your lips would remain in a permanent smirk if she didnât do something about it soon. âShow me.â You uttered, the need to taunt her thick and evident in your simple demand that only further drove her crazy. âShow me how much you love me, Nat.â The breathiness of your words brushed against her face, and she didnât hesitate to comply for a single second. Sheâd be a proper full to turn you down.Â
Lips that tasted faintly of cherry met yours in a passionate embrace that had a moan slipping from your open mouth and into hers. The force of her attack had been unsuspected, and it sent you falling backward into Wanda who accepted the heavy weight of your body against hers greedily. There was no fight for dominance, no urgency in Natashaâs kiss. She had kissed you a million times before but none had ever felt so vulnerable and real and right. You werenât kissing her as your dominant. No, for the first time ever you were kissing her as the woman you loved. She licked at you slowly, tasting every inch of your mouth like it was the first and last time sheâd ever have the opportunity to do so, and you allowed her that freedom without complaint. Your tongue clashed with hers on multiple occasions, the both of you too eager to prove your love that rhythm failed you. Each time your tongue touched, you moaned in tandem and grew red in the face. Not from embarrassment, but because neither of you had come up for air since leaning forward. Wanda, despite not being a part of your make-out session, had made herself busy behind you, not wanting to miss out entirely. Her soft lips ran over the skin on your neck, dampened by her tongue that had swept across them eager. She was careful not to hurt you, knowing all the places that became especially sensitive when you were turned on, but she made every effort to make her claim against your skin as she bit and sucked on expanses of skin that had miraculously remained unmarked until this moment. When Natasha bit down on your bottom lip, you couldnât take the pleasure any longer, and your head tilted backward in pure ecstasy. Â
âI wantâ I want your clothes off. Both of you..â You choked out breathlessly, just barely managing to pull yourself away from Wandaâs mouth on your neck, despite wanting to drown yourself in the sensations she was causing to shoot down your spine. You could appreciate their slow pace another day, but right now, all you wanted was to have them fully, to take their bodies into your hands and make them cum. It had been far too long since youâd last had the privilege.Â
âLook at you making demands.â Wanda teased, her teeth nipping at your neck one last time before she complied with your request. You had half the mind to push her away and roll your eyes in fond exasperation, but Natasha feverishly stripping out of her clothes had distracted you before the words could fall from between your lips in a rushed mumble. The Russian wasted no time in making the act look sexy, youâd seen her be sexy about three million and one times. Right now was not about appearances, it was solely about connecting with the two women you loved. The women you loved. The women who loved you. Even if Wanda hadnât said it, letting you have your moment with Natasha, you felt it. You felt it in the way sheâd held you so tightly at the door. You felt it in the way she made sure you had a blanket when she sat you down to talk. You felt it now as the tenderness of your neck set in firmly. You were so beyond loved, and you loved them so beyond much. Natashaâs hair was a tousled and properly frizzy mess by the time she had actually managed to pull her shirt away from her body and discard it haphazardly on the floor to be picked up later, but you thought she looked stunning with wild curls framing her face and a flush blush to her cheeks and neck. Her leggings went next, and with them came a set of royal blue panties youâd never seen before. Youâd definitely be making it known how much you loved them when you were in the proper mindset to speak full sentences.Â
Wanda forced your head in her direction after her clothes had joined the already existing heap of fabric on the floor. Your sleep shirt and shorts were nestled somewhere between the both of their more presentable outfits, but you couldnât help but think the difference of wardrobe perfectly summarized your relationship. It felt especially fitting in this moment with your body pressed between the both of them. Wanda pulled you in for a desperate kiss, her lips softer then Natashaâs but her teeth crueler. You whined when she pulled away too soon for your liking, but it was replaced with a desperate moan when she breathed out instructions against your lips, âYouâre going to eat me out, and Natashaâs going to finger you.âÂ
âWhat aboutâ What about Nat?â You questioned, but Wanda was already lowering her position on the couch and spreading her legs for you to see her fully. You groaned at the wetness that clung to the inside of her thighs, not even sparing a single second before you dove straight into her dripping cunt. The first taste of her arousal against your tongue had forced you into autopilot. Youâd become fluent in the language of her pussy, and it hadnât failed you yet as you lapped at her clit with a heavy pressure and let your fingers explore her entrance before they dipped in fully. You hadnât thought that this could get any better, but then you felt Natashaâs warm cunt settle firmly against the back of your flexed calf. Your doggy position gave her the perfect chiseled surface to grind against however she pleased. You didnât have questions about her pleasure anymore, knowing exactly how the Russian planned to cum; on your leg.Â
The groan that slipped past your lips when two of her fingers pushed against your weeping entrance shot right into Wandaâs clit, and the Sokovian moaned loudly at the sensation that tickled up her belly and through her spine. Your tongue worked double time against her sensitive bundle of nerves, and eventually your fingers found a brutal pace that matched Natashaâs. Every time the Russianâs fingers curled into your softest spot, yours curled into Wandaâs. Every time the Russianâs hips stuttered against your calf, your tongue flicked harshly at Wandaâs clit. Your motions were perfectly in sync. They werenât romantic, they lacked grace and care, but they were exactly what you all needed in this moment. When Wanda cried out in pleasure that came solely from your mouth and fingers, a complete sense of pride washed over you. Your tongue didnât stop caressing her clit, working her farther and farther up the hill Natasha had you climbing steadily.Â
It was only when the Russianâs thumb rubbed a particularly harsh and tight circle against your clit that you came with a body shaking moan that effectively pushed Wanda over that same edge. Natasha wasnât far behind, and when youâd only just started to come down from your intense high, she was reaching hers. Her hips stuttered and jerked against your naked calf that glistened with her juices undoubtedly, and you couldnât stop yourself from flexing the muscle beneath her weight. You collapsed against Wandaâs chest the second you had felt Natasha go slack behind you, and slowly, you pulled your fingers from where they rested in her cunt. Cheekily, you licked them clean, maintaining eye contact all the while. Natasha wasnât as selfish. Her fingers shot out to Wandaâs lips in a second, and the Sokovian allowed their weighted presence in her mouth as she lapped up for juices. The sight was unreal, and if you hadnât already been jello against her chest, you were certain you wouldâve melted into her.Â
âWands?â You called out sleepy, not having the energy to even crane your head and search for her eyes in the dim lighting of the living room.Â
âYes, dorogaya?â She answered you softly, her own eyes fluttering closed just as Natasha found a comfortable position against the back of the couch. Your limbs were entangled, thighs between thighs and ankles crossed over, but you made it work. It would leave you with a serious kink in your neck tomorrow, but for tonight, it was the only place you wanted to be.Â
âI love you too.â You whispered in Sokovian, having practiced them tirelessly since the first day you realized that your feelings for Wanda had never been hatred. You found that the languages merged beautifully together, but you wanted Wanda to feel just as seen and special as Natasha. You didnât see her face when the words fell from your lips, you wish youâd had the energy to look at her when you finally admitted defeat and gave into your confused feelings, but just feeling the way her breath hitched in your chest was enough for you in this moment.Â
Her hand, still adorned with rings that were cold to the touch, fell onto the small of your back like theyâd always belonged exactly there, and held you to her chest tightly, not wanting to risk for even a single moment that if she wasnât touching you, youâd fall away and never return. âI love you too, sweetheart. So much. You donât even know.âÂ
âI do.â You whispered, your eyelids heavy and unable to fight against sleep, but there was one last thing that you wanted to say before you gave in entirely and left this perfect moment to be just another memory. âNatty?â You called, hoping the Russian was still awake against your side.Â
âYes, moya lyubovâ.â Her voice was thick, gravely as it fell into the silence that was pulling you deeper beneath the blanket of dreamland that hadnât felt peaceful in days.Â
âYA tebya lyublyu.â You barely managed to get out, but you did, and just before you fell asleep, you heard her mumble back the same.Â
It may not be perfect, but it didnât really need to be.
I know that, Natalia. YA nikogda ne zadavalsya etim voprosom. Nikodga. YA tozhe yeye lyublyu. YA lyublyu vas oboikh. â I never questioned that. I love her too. I love both of you.
My skazali, chto eto ne bylo nikakikh usloviy. My smotreli Pinokkio, i ty spel mne etu pesnyu. YA obeshchal tebe nikakikh usloviy. â We said it was no strings attached. We watched Pinnochio and you sang the song to me. I promised you no strings.
Vsegda byli kakiye-to usloviya, dorogaya. Menya ustraivayut eti struny. YA khochu eti struny. â There was always going to be strings attached, honey. I'm okay with these strings. I want these strings.
Ona nikuda ne denetsya, dorogaya. Teper' ty mozhesh' otpustit'. Posmotri na neye, ona nastoyashchaya. Ona bol'she ne uydet. Vse normal'no. â She's not going anywhere, darling. You can let go now. Look at her, she's real. She's not leaving again. It's okay.
moy malen'kiy utenok â my little duckling
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BURNING BRIGHTER THAN THE SUN
summary â the annual maximoff memorial day barbecue has finally come, but so has a softer side of your dominants
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, mentions of dom/sub dynamics, this is 90% fluff, shower sex, quickie, fingering, oral, nipple stimulation, hickies, its relatively tame in comparison to what lives in this au, domestic fluff, mentions of pietro being dead as fuck, men/minors dni
authors note â remember when i said i was taking a little break? yeah i lied and im not sorry about it!
you are in love universe
â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff
The warmth and promise of sunshine had quickly taken hold of Westview, days of long darkness and snow storms came to be just a memory, thawed out by butterflies and the occasional white dove that pecked at the birdfeeder on the back porch of the Maximoff residence. You couldnât understand how the sky was so much brighter in warmer weather, but as you sat beside Natasha on the cusp of solid Earth, you thought it looked bluer than usual. The crashing waves before you licked at your feet and dampened the shorts you wore when the tide dared to try and swallow you whole, but like changing seasons, it never stayed quick.Â
Sunrise had barely hit its peak and already the traces of pink and orange were just another mental memory for the big scrapbook of moments you never wanted to forget. The sand was coarse beneath the fingers that hours earlier had been dug into soft blankets, but refreshing and welcomed despite how small granules crept beneath your nails when you picked it up the wrong way. Natasha hummed an old lullaby beneath her breath, eyes closed and face tilted toward the sun like a lonely flower that had managed to grow in an abandoned field. You knew much about the woman's past, but not enough to understand her connection to the star that brought you light each new day. Now wasnât the time to ask, but you knew that eventually youâd come to know the reason for her methods of relief in hard times.Â
The first weekend of break had come on quick, and the barbeque that Wanda and Natasha had frantically tried to tidy the house for before your attitude interrupted them was merely hours away. Despite the plans and the people coming over, time had been taken out of the day to devote just to you. In this moment, sitting on the edge of solid ground beneath rays of sun that attempted to burn you, you couldnât even explain how truly loved you felt.Â
The beach was empty, void of the presence of others and quiet for your enjoyment, save for the seagulls who squawked over scraps and the waves that crashed against man made piers and naturally jagged rocks. Your toes were coated in sand, your fingers in the same state, but you didnât care to think about the messy things at that moment, you only wanted to focus on the good. The good was Natashaâs arm wrapped around your waist, keeping you close like a stray wave might succeed in carrying you out to sea. The good was Wandaâs perfume that lingered around the collar of your stolen shirt like the scent was woven into the cotton. The good was being here, being free and alive. The good was knowing Natasha. The good was having Wanda. The good was knowing love and having love. Â
You laid your head down on the womanâs shoulder, noting how her hair seemed to glow beneath the sunlight. In this moment, it wasnât auburn with scuffs of brown thrown in at the roots, it was orange like fire made by those long before lights and lanterns existed. She was ethereal, sat out beneath the early daylight, bearing her freckles for the sky to adore. Youâd attempted to count them earlier, your gaze stuck on her naked face with blemishes and beauty marks sporadically thrown into the mix, but somewhere after thirty they all blended together and you settled for simply looking at them, admiring how you were somehow allowed to see them.Â
You were happier in spring, happiest in summer, but recently, you have found those seasons in people. Wanda was like the early days of May, where weather was warm but also cold, and sunlight was soft but somehow harsh. Natasha was like summer, late July if you thought about a specific moment. Like the air she was sweet, but like the people she was calm, and like the night she was chaos wrapped up in laughter and loved company. They werenât perfect, you would never call them such, but they were as close to it as people could get.Â
A soft smile graced your features, and though you squinted to lessen the sting of sunlight, Natasha thought you looked stunning. When her eyes reopened and her head tilted downward to look at you, there was only affection smeared across her face. Her eyes that were so meticulously different shades of green had a spark within them that could only speak of the happiness she felt. How words had existed for so long and still there wasnât one to describe the intense feelings that rushed through the both of you, you didnât know, but you were content enough to rest against her with the knowledge that even if you couldnât say it, you were both feeling it.Â
âWeâve gotta head back soon.â Your beautiful moment was ripped into tiny pieces of paper that got caught in the breeze before they made it into the recycling can, and the smile that had turned your lips upward quickly worked in the opposite direction. You shook your head, digging your heels into the sand like the simple action might change her mind and make her forget about the barbeque that was starting at noon. âNot now. I need a couple more minutes of this.âÂ
You giggled softly when she nuzzled into your head, her wild curls tickling your nose because she hadnât bothered to straighten them yesterday. You reached up, taking one of her curls between your fingers and pulling it taught, letting go to watch it bounce back into place and laid against her forehead with frizzy edges. You sighed in content, running your fingers through her wild hair that couldnât be tamed in this state. âI like your natural hair.âÂ
Natasha crinkled her nose at your genuine admission. She puckered her lips and let them rest against your finger that was still in front of her face as you softly brushed strands of hair away from her eyes. âMy natural hair is blonde.â
âThatâs not what I meant and you know it.â You rolled your eyes fondly, snuggling even further into her side despite how hot you felt beneath the sun. No matter the weather you wanted to be pressed up into her, and it was clear that she wanted the same, her arm around your waist squeezed you tight, almost daring you to try and pull away prematurely. âWhen you met Wanda did she have red hair?âÂ
âNo, the red is pretty new. It was brown, a little bit longer than she keeps it now. She was really leaning into the whole emo phase. We could never go out together if she didnât have red lipstick and eyeliner, she always said it completed her look.â Natasha smiled fondly at the memories that came to mind when she thought about the beginning stages of their relationship, and you felt your own heart warm in your chest as you thought about the young couple they had been. You wondered what kind of odds had been stacked against them, but you didnât question it, happy to just live in this happy moment.Â
You let your hand fall back into the sand, rubbing circles that slowly became hearts into the malleable surface. The beach would always be one of your favorite places, but sitting beside Natasha made it better, sweeter. âHow long have you been together now?âÂ
âFourteen years.â Natasha laughed, her own hand reaching out to collect handfuls of sand that she let run between her fingers until only a few granules were left in her palm, and then you watched her repeat the process over again. âSometimes it feels like it was only a couple of weeks ago, and other times it feels like Iâve never lived without her.âÂ
âI never hated her.â You admitted, though you had the slightest inkling that Natasha already knew that. She just had a way of knowing things before you did. There was no possible way anyone could hate Wanda Maximoff, and if you somehow stumbled upon the only person in the world who did, you didnât doubt theyâd meet a quick and painful demise.Â
âI know, moya kroshka.â Natasha laughs softly, so softly the sounds of the waves almost drown her out completely, but you still heard her. Youâd always hear her. âItâs coming up on a full year since we started this whole thing, have any ideas about what you want to do?âÂ
You shrugged your shoulders, reaching for Natashaâs hand when she lost interest in the sand. Sheâd taken her rings off last night and with the early wake-up call hadnât put them back on. The slightest tan kissed her features around where they usually sat, and gently you brushed the pads of your fingers against the pale skin. âI just want to spend it with you both.âÂ
âWe can definitely make that happen.â Natasha hummed softly, laying a gentle kiss on the top of your head where sunlight had kissed your hair. Your roots were warm, hot against her lips, but Natasha didnât flinch away. You knew this moment was coming to an end, but you could appreciate it for the few seconds longer that it lasted. âWanda probably has breakfast ready, milaya. Weâve gotta start heading back now.âÂ
âCan we come back?â You questioned softly, not wanting to speak too loud as if it could ruin the quiet atmosphere around you. As you stood, dusting sand off the back of your legs, you winced at the ache in your back when you finally found your feet and steadied yourself on them. Natasha did the same, a quiet groan slipping past her lips when she reached down to collect your abandoned sets of flip flops. With one hand occupied, she reached the other out to you. Â
âWeâll find a day.â She promised with a nod of affirmation. Your hand fits easily in the palm of hers, your fingers curl around her scarred knuckles while hers lay flat against your unbroken ones. Together youâre a perfect balance. Delicate definitely, but not entirely harmless.Â
Westview sits on the edge of New Jersey, the air tinged with the permanent lingrance of salt and sand. The farther you walk, the less prominent it becomes, but if you know what youâre looking for, the scent of the shore still remains. Houses closest to the water are painted soft colors that linger in the summer sunrises, vacation homes that are only occupied for a handful of months throughout the year, but the deeper you walk the more mundane it becomes. The town is a muted palette of browns and beiges, fences of white and cars of greyscale. Itâs perfectly coherent, acceptably mature, but the Maximoff residence remains the outlier. In the blandness of tans and creams, the two-story house is a soft green color with vibrant red shutters. The cars are normal, though elaborate. Unlike the Hondas and Toyotas that occupy driveways and road space, Natashaâs sleek Corvette Stingray sits beside Wandaâs Audi R8 in the driveway, the only flex of their wealth thatâs apparent. You like it though, like how theyâre so different from everyone else.Â
You make sure to kick the sand still clinging to your heels off before you step into the house, and immediately youâre met with the aroma of sweet sugar and maple. Natasha hums at the change of scent, leaving behind the traces of salt that had tickled her nose the entire walk back to the house in favor of discovering what Wanda had prepared for breakfast. She drags her hand across your back as she passes you, seeking out the presence of her wife.Â
You're slower to follow, taking your time to meticulously stack your flip flops with the rest of the shoes in the entryway. They donât match the aesthetic of Valentino loafers and Prada heels, but you smile at the sight anyways. Your favorite pair of white converse sit beside the shoes Wanda wears into the office every work day, and your balled up pink socks are tucked into Natashaâs running shoes for some reason, but the little traces of your place here makes you feel at home. Youâre not so different from the shore that lingers through Westview in the winter, but unlike the water thatâs abandoned when snow falls, theyâll never forget about you when the seasons inevitably change.Â
âWhere did you leave the stray?â You just barely catch the end of whatever conversation has led to that question when you finally appear in the kitchen. The sunlight is golden now, no longer soft with pink and orange, but it falls over Wanda like the perfect blanket anyways. Sheâs wrapped up in Natashaâs arms, pinned to the stovetop where bacon rests in a hot pan. The only indication that this moment is less than perfect is the hot grease that pops and splatters every other second when Wanda neglects it for too long.Â
âYou know, you should really be nice to me before I start biting your ankles like a real stray.â You hum, your voice carrying through the kitchen like itâs always belonged there, though itâs not a response derived from annoyance like it would have been only weeks ago. Rather, your words are layered with fond exasperation that Wanda finds herself laughing at.Â
Natasha kisses the lawyer's shoulder, squeezes her waist tightly, whispers something in Russian thatâs not entirely audible from how far away you stand, before she pulls away entirely and walks toward the refrigerator. You pout when she pulls out the near empty pitcher of orange juice, setting it down on the island to be poured into glasses when breakfast is ready. It seems you couldâve spent a few more minutes beneath the sun, but you donât complain. This is just as nice, just different.Â
âThatâs my job.â You sulk, letting your naked feet slap against the hardwood floors as you approach with sadness written across your expression. âWanda, your wife took my job.âÂ
Natasha only narrows her eyes at you, the faintest ghost of a smile on her lips that she doesnât even attempt to school. âIt was my job first.âÂ
âWell itâs my job now!â You stuck your tongue out at her, sulking your way over to Wanda who lets you wrap your body around hers like a baby koala. With your front pressed up against hers, you have to crane your head backward to catch a glimpse of her face, but you're pleased to know sheâs already looking down at you. You pout your lips up at her, grinning in victory when she kisses your frown away with a sigh of faux exasperation. âCan I have a new job?âÂ
Wanda laughs at your question, her fingers sliding beneath the waistband of your shorts to sit on the skin of your ass thatâs still marked from days prior. You sighed in relief at the contact, leaning heavily into her chest when she rubs away the lingering ache that truthfully doesnât bother you much anymore. It doesnât last long, thereâs still much to be done before noon rolls around, but you soak up every ounce of domesticity this morning has offered. âSit on the counter and look pretty for me while I finish up with the bacon.âÂ
âAye aye, Captain.â You giggle after saluting her, wiggling out of her arms and sliding your way up onto the countertop thatâs practically become your designated spot since she stopped reprimanding you about sitting up here. Natasha crosses the little space between the edge of the island to where youâre perched watching Wanda cook, and you hum in pleasure when she leans forward to connect your lips.Â
Your hands wrap around her shoulders and fingers tangle into the baby hairs at the nape of her neck. You smile into the kiss, beyond content with the little bubble thatâs existed around you since being roused from sleep at five in the morning. A shriek of surprised laughter fills the kitchen when Natasha pulls away from your lips and buries her face in the crock of your neck, a raspberry tickling the sensitive skin as she blows against it. You squirm away from the sensation, but your arms still keep her locked in place.Â
âHi, Natty.â You giggle, tugging gently at the loose curls that your fingers are twisted between. She smiles at your happiness, pecking your lips a handful of times before she pulls away and whispers back the same greeting. âYou smell like the beach.â You point out, giggling at Natashaâs extravagant eye roll.Â
âYou both smell like the beach and will be taking a shower after breakfast.â Wanda chimed into the conversation, tapping your thigh in warning as she opened the cabinet just beside your head. It had become routine at this point for her to simply work around you, so the clattering of plates beside your ear didnât bother you much.Â
When she turned around to grab the serving plate of belgian waffles on the island, your hand shot out to slap her ass, all thoughts of controlling your limbs forgotten. But really, who could blame you when she was wearing the shortest cotton shorts that had ever been sold in stores? Natasha had to bury her face in your neck to muffle her laughter, and you could feel her wide grin against your skin as you smirked innocently back at Wanda who set a firm glare in your direction.Â
âBehave yourself.â She warned half-heartedly, absolutely no bite to her warning as youâd all just accepted the natural occurrence of the day, your roles as dominant and submissive forgotten about. You liked this exchange, not because you felt any less their equal when they bossed you around and set expectations upon your shoulders, but because it was the faintest glimpse at what life could be if they werenât married and you were really their girlfriend. âDonât even think about it, Natalia.â Wanda warned, already knowing Natasha was about to do the same thing you had been bold enough to accomplish.Â
The redhead merely smirked and shrugged her shoulders, feigning innocence as she pulled away from your embrace and brought the drink glasses and pitcher into the dining room. You hopped off the counter the same as you always do, mimicking Natashaâs shrug when Wanda winced at the action. You grabbed the platter of bacon from her hands and followed after the lawyer who had already exited, eager to see where the day ended up, surrounded by the Maximoffâs closest friends and family members.Â
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The shower water was hot enough to create a thick fog on the glass doors and surrounding mirrors in the en-suite master bathroom, but still it felt cold as you joined Natasha beneath the heavy and unrelenting spray. You shivered despite the heat, reaching for the handle and turning it up even hotter, ignoring the Russianâs protests that her skin was actively melting off her bones. You liked hot showers, but you hated hot baths, and somehow you had yet to find a happy medium that worked for the both of you. Typically youâd compromise and switch off between who melted and who froze, and although it was admittedly your turn to freeze, today was not a day where you were willing to sacrifice feeling in your appendages. Â
You silenced her whines with a desperate kiss, not even attempting to hide your need for her as you backed her up against the cold tile walls and pinned her hands to her sides. Your tongue was unrelenting as it licked and sucked at hers, tasting the minty toothpaste that she had rinsed from her mouth only minutes before youâd sought out her presence. When your teeth bit down on her tongue, just hard enough to send a shock of excitement down to her core, Natasha decided that being pliant in your hold wasnât working for her.Â
You shrieked in surprise when your position switched easily, the hands that had been firmly holding her wrists against the wall now pinned at your sides in the same way. You arched away from the cold tiles, effectively smashing your chests and eager nipples together as you attempted to run away from the cold wall.
âFuck!â You shivered, your lips ghosting over hers. âYou have a fucking Stingray and you still havenât discovered heated walls?! Whatâs the point of having money if you donât use it for good things!â Your words were quickly replaced by breathy moans as Natasha attached her mouth to your chest and greedily sucked a mark into your untouched skin; a mark that wouldnât be easily hidden, especially not with the swimsuit you had been intending on wearing for the party. âFuck, Natââ You pushed her head away, hoping youâd acted quick enough for the damage to be only minimal. The smirk on her lips told you that you hadnât succeeded, and you slapped at her shoulder in exasperation. âYour sister is literally going to be here in two hours, can you contain your vampire impulses until she leaves?!âÂ
âMy sister has fucked her girlfriend in my guest bedroom. A hickey should be the least of her worries.â Natasha threw back at you, attacking her mouth to your nipple with purpose. You had ten minutes to sort yourselves out before Wanda came stomping up the stairs and pulling you out of the shower, orgasms or not. You did not want to spend the entire afternoon and evening hot and bothered because you got pussy blocked by a scary Sokovian.Â
Natashaâs teeth pulled at your nipple, allowing the skin to sting for only a second before she soothed the pain with quick flicks of her tongue. Your other nipple was not privy to the same treatment, but her stumbling fingers attempted to make up for the neglect as she rolled and pinched at the pebbled bud. You shoved her head away from your chest, forcing her down onto her knees and in the direction of where you needed her most. It occurred to you briefly that you should wash her hair as she ate you out, kill two birds with one stone or whatever the saying was, but you quickly backtracked on that idea when her tongue sought out your clit with no lack of drive. Your knees wobbled, your breath got caught in your throat, and desperately your fingers tangled into her hair and pulled her closer. Your hips grinded against her face as she licked and sucked at your nerve with a passion, and you're certain that had the droplets of liquid fire not been falling over her face in a manner that was less than pretty, her chin wouldâve glistened with your arousal.Â
You arched into her touch as your orgasm approached, and Natasha had used the new position of your body as the perfect moment to bury two fingers knuckles deep in your cunt. You gasped in pleasure at the brief sting that came from her actions, crying out her name in pure bliss as she worked you over the edge so quickly you deserved an award for fastest achieved orgasm.Â
She pulled away with dilated pupils, her own lust not forgotten about. You sank to your knees before her, pushing at her shoulders until she complied with your silent request and was laid out on the shower floor. Unlike you, she didnât attempt to wiggle away from the flush of cold against her back, and unlike her, you didnât waste time toying with her nipples. You dove straight into her cunt, lifting one of her legs until it was high enough to drop onto your shoulder. She tasted like she always did, but something about this situation made her more addictive. The spray of the water fell onto her belly, harsh droplets of water tinting the skin pink from not only the temperature but the pressure. One of these days, youâre going to get around to finding out the true pleasure of the detachable shower head, but today was not that day. You didnât tease, much more intent at working her up and pushing her over before Wanda came to interrupt. Her clit throbbed beneath your tongue as you licked at her, and her walls clenched around your fingers as she pleaded for more.Â
âFaster.â She moaned, her head thrown back against the white shower floors. The messy sprawl of her red hair was perfectly angelic, but you had no time to dwell on the sight of her as the minutes ticked down to none. Your fingers set into her at a punishing pace, curling into the sweet spot she loved so much until it was just a symphony of your name that rolled off her tongue in breathy whines and moans. You eased her off of the cliff with a practiced ease, giggling softly when she pushed your head away and subsequently caused water to spray in all directions as it bounced off her wrist. âN-Never letting you talk me into a shower quickie again. I think thereâs an entire lake in my ears.â She panted, splaying a hand across her belly until she had managed to catch her breath.Â
âI mean, technically I didnât talk you into anything. I mouthed you into this.â You giggled, helping her stand and replacing your rough touch with something tender and sweet. You reached for Wandaâs shampoo, not caring that Natasha had her own right beside it. Wandaâs smelled sweeter, and if you were going to be the one to wash the womanâs hair, it would be you who picked the scene she bore for the rest of the day.Â
You rubbed at her scalp, lathered until it bubbled, and eased your fingers through the knotted locks when it was time to wash it out. Wandaâs conditioner sat in her hair when the process was repeated on your head, and you sighed in relief when Natasha scratched her nails against the nape of your neck before trailing her hands down to your shoulders. Her thumbs worked on the soft muscles between your shoulder blades, and you melted into the firm attention.Â
âHow long can we stay in here before she breaks down the door?â You questioned, your eyes fluttering closed as you let yourself relax completely. Even if you hadnât said it, you were beyond nervous to be meeting their family and friends. Some of the people attending their barbeque were big names in the security world, namely Kate Bishop, and you intended on making the best first impression if you were to ever have a career in the same field.Â
âThree minutes.â Natasha chuckled gently, guiding you under the stream of water so she could rinse the soap from your hair. She conditioned you right after, twisting the strands of your hair between her fingers as she worked out the knots and kinks toward the ends. You rinsed her hair when she was done, dragged a loofa across her skin afterward, and then were rewarded with the same loving treatment. âThereâs nothing to be nervous about. Everyone coming knows how much you mean to us. Theyâre all excited to meet you.â Natasha kissed your shoulder before she turned the water off and squeegeed the door clean of droplets and steam, stepping out into the cold first before she offered you a towel.Â
âI know.â You sighed, drying your body as you tried to force your feelings into words. âI just want to make a good impression. These are your friends. Itâs your sister. They matter to you and Wanda.âÂ
âAnd you matter to me and Wanda just as much. If youâre worried about Yelena, thereâs no reason to be. Sheâs going to act like she hates you because she thinks it's her duty as my little sister to vet whoever I choose to spend my time with, but by the end of the night sheâs going to have you trapped by the firepit showing you pictures of her dog. When she met Wanda for the first time, she insulted her in Russian because she thought she wouldnât understand.â Natasha snorted at the memory, and you couldnât help but grin bashfully at the admission. âYouâre going to get along fine, and honestly that worries me. I can barely handle you by yourself.âÂ
âHey!â You slapped at her side, but couldnât help the wide smile that threatened to split your lips in half as you stared up at her. âIâll be on my best behavior, promise.âÂ
âI donât doubt that, ŃŃĐ”ĐœĐŸĐș.â Natasha leaned forward to kiss your lips, and you returned the gesture though a crinkle of confusion settled across your brows.Â
You asked once she pulled away, wrapping the towel tightly around your torso so that you could make a break for the guest bedroom where your outfit for the day remained. âWhat does that one mean?âÂ
âDuckling.â She laughed, and you groaned knowing that it was going to stick around, at least for a little while. Youâd been quite privy to Wanda in recent days, call it making up for lost time if you really had to explain your reasonings, and both the Russian and Sokovian had chalked up your clinginess as acts of a duckling blindly following its mother. If Wanda was anywhere in the house, you were right behind her. Yesterday you had genuinely pouted at the bathroom door when she forbade you from coming in with her when she needed to pee, and unluckily enough for you, Natasha had come into the bedroom at just the right time to watch the scene unfold. âGo get dressed. Yelena said sheâs arriving at twelve which really means sheâll be here in twenty minutes.â Â
You nodded quickly, bolting out of the master bathroom and into your claimed bedroom without a moment of hesitance, not wanting Yelena to arrive before you were dressed. The door wasnât even fully closed before you were dropping your towel and scrambling to find your bathing suit bottoms in the pile of messy clothes stacked on the dresser.Â
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Droplets of chlorinated water lingered on touches of skin that had yet to be dried by the slowly slipping Spring sun; still a ripple of motion in the pool that hadnât yet gone completely still with the fresh absence of bodies in the water. The crack of wood submitting to controlled flames accompanied the music of laughter and conversation that happened around you. The evening was long ahead of you, eternal more hours of company promised, but you didnât feel any obligation to join in on jokes and memories as you fell into Wandaâs lap and snuggled in close, seeking her warmth and comfort as a chill set overtop of you. Youâd been drinking all afternoon, being handed hard seltzers and beers whenever anyone noticed your hands were empty. Youâd finished a handful of Wanda and Natashaâs chosen drinks, taking it upon yourself to try at least one of every flavor they had laying around the backyard. The flush on your cheeks was near permanent at this point, and though the heat in your ears would be gone by morning and replaced with a headache only Advil and sleep could soothe, the kiss on your cheeks would last days before it settled into darkened skin.Â
As promised, Yelena had kept you pinned to the edge of the pool when the sun was still at its highest peak in the sky, showing you pictures and videos of the two dogs she took great pride in caring for. Kate had watched for a while, draped across her girlfriend's shoulder as the three of you laughed at a particular video of Fanny and Lucky dressed up in bowties zooming around their daylight drenched kitchen, but she had excused herself to the bathroom before the end was in sight. Maria Hill had been your savior, though you were content with Yelenaâs easy presence not to mind your trapped position much while it had lasted. The early hours of the afternoon had been filled with conversation and the act of acquainting, but the later hours had told a different story; a wild one. It was the story of how you had come to find this state of mind, far past the point of being tipsy and well on your way to true drunkness.Â
You hummed when Wanda laid her palm flat over your belly, keeping you close and safe in her lap. The soft pad of her thumb tickled your belly button as she adjusted slowly, sinking further down into the lounge chair she sprawled across. The sloppy smile on your face was the truest indication of your contentment, and Wanda, though she wondered who had been the one to feed you so much alcohol without her realizing, returned the grin.Â
Natasha and Yelena were noticeably missing from the circle, but the silhouettes of their wild hair and toned shoulders were figures or darkness in the kitchen that promised a quick return. Natasha, though only an inch or so taller than her sister, wore her curls in a messy bun that slipped lower and lower down her head as the hours carried on. She was easiest to spot from a distance, the shadow of her presence known perfectly to you. Wanda didnât pay you much attention other than the firm hand on your belly, but you were content to just be with her as she laughed and caught up with the blonde woman sat beside her; Carol Danvers.Â
âThey put up a new plaque for Pietro today.â Carol laughed at the inkling of information she had forgotten to share earlier in the afternoon, and Wanda craned her head in hopeful willingness that Carol would share more. âHe wouldâve loved it. Heâs the only bastard on the squad that was dumb enough to have a catch phrase.âÂ
As if that mentioned catch phrase had been sitting on the lips of every person gathered around the fire, it fell from soft tongues without a moment of hesitation. Messy, not at all in tune, but seemingly perfect to Wanda who smiled when horrible Sokovian accents caught up to her ears and the words her brother had made his slogan lived on when even he didnât, âYou didnât see that coming.âÂ
Memorial day has never held much significance to you. It had been just another holiday that sat on the start of summer, sometimes warm enough for gatherings like these, and sometimes not. Until you realized that the American flag folded in militant perfection in the master bedroom was a symbol of remembrance, you hadnât thought it held much significance to the CEOâs either. Even though you hadnât known Pietro, his life ending years before your path had crossed with the Maximoffâs, you smiled. His name had lingered in conversations throughout the day, and you didnât question how loved he still was after years of absence.Â
Wandaâs lips were heavy on the crown of your head when she leaned down to kiss you. You leaned into the touch, your eyes fluttering closed for the briefest second before they opened and found Natasha admiring the sight of you. Two beers retrieved from the cooler near the pool sat in her hands, one cracked open and extended in your direction.Â
âShe doesnât need anymore.â Wanda rolled her eyes, but didnât stop you from grabbing the long necked bottle Natasha offered and adjusting yourself in her lap so that you could sip on it easily, having already spilled one drink down the front of you. With your back against her chest, and your legs situated between hers, you had to crane your neck to catch even the slightest glimpse of her face, but her arms around your torso were the physical assurance of her presence. She rubbed at the skin of your belly that had grown pink and warm beneath the sun, not yet tan, but it would come soon. The hickey on your chest had long since been forgotten, though Yelena had posed many questions of its origin before Kate slapped her shoulder and changed the topic. Youâd been accepted without question, and you found that while some of their friends were painfully intimidating, Maria and Carol, they were truly sweethearts who had the same tendencies of protection as your dominants.Â
When your beer had grown warm, and your cheeks had grown flusher, having been in no hurry to finish it off and replenish it like Yelena was doing, you passed the near empty bottle off to Natasha who had taken it not without an exasperated roll of her eyes and a mumbled sentence along the lines of being nothing but your servant. You had giggled, shrugged your shoulders, and curled further into Wanda who didnât seem to even flinch at your elbow digging into her ribs.Â
Despite your determination to remain awake, sleep won over you just as quickly as drunkenness had. Wanda merely rubbed your back in encouragement, being the single factor that had forced you into soft unconsciousness when conversations still buzzed around you. With your eyes closed and your breathing even, no chance of being woken even by the harshest storm, conversation had naturally flowed away from Pietro and onto you, but both Wanda and Natasha welcomed the new topic if it meant having the welcomed opportunity to boast about just how truly sweet you are.Â
âI see you played the long game, Maximoff.â Maria winked at the Sokovian, her icy blue eyes admiring your innocent form as you attempted to wiggle closer to the auburn haired women who held you tightly. If you could find a way to burrow yourself beneath her skin, she knew that you wouldâve done so already.Â
âPatience rewards those who have it.â Wanda merely smirked in response, running her pruney fingers from hours of holding sweating cans and bottles through your chlorine stiff hair. âShe just needed a little encouragement.âÂ
âShe wasnât the only one.â Natasha rolled her eyes, sipping slowly on her beer that despite the warmth, still brought a piece of home over her longing heart. Russians may drink vodka, but Melina Vostokoff had always preferred a beer.Â
Wanda shrugged, knowing that despite her persistently cold demeanor, she had never truly doubted how her heart yearned for you. âItâs not my fault you brought home a brat.âÂ
âIf I remember correctly, you said the same thing when you met Natasha.â Carol smirked over the lip of her can, her eyes burning holes into the side of Natashaâs face, though the Russian pointedly ignored her stare.Â
âWatch it, Danvers.â She warned, but surrendered to the teasing she had missed in recent months. Life was busy, but theyâd always find a reason to come back together.
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SEE WHATS UNDER THAT ATTITUDE
summary â wanda intends to keep the promise she made to you, but that doesnât mean you wonât have to work to earn it
warning(s) â established relationship, married wandanat, heavy on the mommy kink, subspace, entrance of the oral fixation, degradation, praise, dumbification, light humiliation, fingering, Âżlight nipple torture?, definitely nipple stimulation, teasing, edging, orgasm control, mention of orgasm denial, begging, crying, fake sympathy, biting, oral sex, overstimulation, forced orgasm, aftercare, men/minors dni
authors note â there are some russian exchanges between wandanat toward the beginning, iâll add translations for at the end but if theyâre not correct, blame google translate. this was highly requested so i hope itâs everything youâve been waiting for!
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â„ïžâč Ë . 18+, men/minors dni âș đ ê°đê± âĄ ïœ„ mommy maximoff
The bed had been abandoned when you finally came to consciousness. The room was dark, the blinds drawn over the windows and blocking out sunlight, but the peaks of gold that kissed the trim around the windowsill was enough to gauge how late in the morning it was. The first sensation that crossed your mind was the lingering ache on the skin where Wandaâs had unforgivingly struck you half a hundred times, the second sensation that registered was the soft throb in your core that had been left unsatisfied hours earlier. A quiet whine rolled past your lips, filling the silent room with sound that was left unanswered. Your head still felt like it was filled with cotton, thoughts still hazy and disoriented.Â
Leaving the bedroom behind was a decision made lightly, but the absence of blankets over your shoulders felt like the cruelest punishment as you descended toward the living room. Wanda didnât work in the office on Fridayâs, or at least she tried not to most weeks. Typical Fridayâs were spent in quiet company, if Natashaâs stories proved truthful, but the few times youâd spent the day in Westview had come with silence from the redhead who spent hours holed up in her office. It hadn't occurred to you then that she busied herself to avoid you, but with the only indication of her presence in the house coming from the laugh track behind some old eighties sitcom, you realized this was more typical of her routine.Â
Your footsteps were soft; careful and easy. It wasnât intentional, nothing felt intentional in this state, but the sweetness of your mood could not be pushed further than soft taps of naked skin and quiet hums that tried to be words but fell flat. Wandaâs head craned in the direction of the stairs when sheâd first heard the door creak on its hinges, counting down the seconds until you came into view. It was late, late enough for breakfast to have been eaten and dishes to have been washed, but even one glimpse at you could tell that you were still beneath the confines of subspace. She wasnât surprised, slightly concerned, but not entirely surprised. She had pushed you farther than anyone ever had last night, careful of boundaries that had been set but still firm with her hand and treatment. She had forced you into submission in a manner that was unkind and dominant, she was not expecting you to stumble down the stairs in a clear state of mind, but the sight of your naked chest still bare of a shirt indicated just how far deep you were.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â She smiled at you warmly, and you frowned in confusion when she didnât incline her head toward the couch. You needed her to tell you what to do, wanted her to keep her grip on the reins and hold them tightly. Sensing your distress at this new sense of control, Wanda frowned realizing that her soft approach would not work you through this limbo. âCome here, baby.â The permission to approach that you had been waiting for finally came, and your feet that wouldnât carry you forward without it started to move toward her again.Â
You stood in front of her with a silent question in mind, but Wanda was not willing to budge without the presence of your words. She needed to get you up, and coddling you was only a recipe for disaster. âIs there something you need, sweetheart?â Her approach was gentle, yet firm. Any harder and she would find the opposite effect of what she intended.Â
You nodded pleadingly, fingers coming up to sit in your mouth the same way hers had been last night. The sensation wasnât the same, not even close, and that seemed to be too much to handle at this moment because tears that Wanda would deem âcrocodile tearsâ glimmered in your eyes. Even as your reserve crumbled, fingers falling back down to your sides and curling into the soft cotton of Natashaâs sleep shorts, she didnât waver.Â
âWords, honey. I know you know how to use them. You used them very well last night.â Wanda tutted, shaking her head at your behavior dismissively. Your mouth opened and closed as you shifted through the haze in your thoughts attempting to string together a coherent sentence that articulated your wants to her.Â
When no more than a single word came to mind, you decided that had to be good enough, and nimbly you forced it past your chapped lips and into the space between your bodies, hoping it was loud enough to reach her ears, âHold.âÂ
A smile pulled at the corners of Wandaâs lips and she nodded at you encouragingly. âOf course Iâll hold you, sweetheart.â She pulled her arms away from the closed off position she had been maintaining, opening her posture up for your added weight.Â
You settled contently against her chest, your legs thrown over her hips. The position allowed relief to come to the sore skin on your bottom, and you hummed in satisfaction at the newfound release. Wanda laughed softly when a look of blissful realization settled on your dazed features, and her nails took full advantage of your exposed back as she placed feather light scratches to your spine. Natasha was fond of being held like this after an intense session, so it was no shock that you had come to like it too. Your head fell onto Wandaâs shoulder, just above the place where her heart sat.Â
âNat!â Wanda called for her wife; said wife that you had yet to locate as the rest of the house sat in perfect silence. Natasha wasnât a loud person, quite quiet actually, but there hadnât even been an inkling in your mind that she lingered somewhere close, just barely out of sight. Your thoughts had been a one track road to Wanda, but at the call of Natashaâs name you were desperate for her all the same.Â
You picked your head up from Wandaâs shoulder, searching the room for any trace of Natasha that you could have possibly missed. Wanda smiled at your clear adoration for her wife, but guided your head back down to her chest when she noticed the thick haze coming over your eyes once more. She hadnât had the pleasure of treating anyone with such tender dominance in years. Natasha was hard to break down to this point, her unwillingness to fully submit a persistent mental barrier, and Wanda was thankful to be useful in this way.
When Natasha appeared, blue light glasses keeping red hair from falling into her eyes, you realized that the reason she had been so hard to spot was because she was hidden away in the dining room, a place the couple rarely sat if it wasnât for a meal.
âYeah?â She asked, clearly confused about why Wanda had called for her instead of seeking her out physically, but when her eyes trailed to find her wifeâs, she noticed your position against the Sokovianâs chest and a smug smirk pulled at her lips. Even if the bet hadnât been made, she had still won. âOna vse yeshche daleko vnizu, da?âÂ
Wanda nodded her head at the question asked in Russian, her hand resuming its delicate scratching along your back. You hadnât realized you had missed the feeling until it reappeared higher up your spine, but when it did and you werenât expecting it, you shivered away instinctively. Wanda didnât take your initial flinch as a reason to stop, and you were thankful because when she persisted, you melted into the touch. âDa, ty poydesh' za odnoy iz svoikh tolstovok? V obozrimom budushchem ya budu zapert zdes'.âÂ
It could have been hours that you sat in silence with Wanda, or it could have been minutes, you honestly werenât too sure about the passing of time around you, but you knew that you felt cared for, and you knew that you felt loved. You hadnât understood the words that had been spoken in Russian over top of your head, but when Natasha had let her feet carry her upstairs and into the bedroom, you realized theyâd been about you. The hoodie she came down with was soft, and Wanda had helped you into it with a practiced ease. That had been the most movement that had come from you, but Wanda didnât make a fuss about your chosen stillness. She merely set her eyes on the reruns of old sitcoms, and occasionally whispered something sweet to you that required no verbal response. Somewhere in that mix, you had begun to bite at her shoulder, content to find that the sensation was the same pleasurable one you had found last night, and she hadnât stopped you from further discovering it. It was when your head had finally cleared that you recognized the signs of hunger in your belly, remembering that dinner had been all but forgotten about last night, and when you pulled away from Wanda, her first instinct was to guide you right back down.Â
âIâm hungry.â You had protested her guidance, pushing against the hand that cradled the back of your head tenderly until she finally allowed you to sit straight up like you wanted.Â
âYou back with me, dorogaya?â She double-checked, not wanting to blindly take your first coherent sentence as proof that you were fully functioning. She wanted to avoid a subdrop, knowing that it was a less than pleasurable experience and had caused Natasha a thick bout of depressive thoughts the one and only time she had failed to communicate her needs before they spiraled into darkness.Â
âYeah.â Despite the clearness of your head, your words were still soft. The only time you ever came across harshly was when you tried to go toe to toe with Wanda. The redhead smiled at your affirmation, guiding you off her lap but not fully releasing control over to you just yet. She grabbed your hand, leading you into the kitchen where pots and pans dried on the mat beside the sink. You pouted, realizing that either her or Natasha had made pancakes and eggs for breakfast, and neither had woken you up to join in on the fun. âYou had pancakes without me?â Was the first question that rolled off your tongue, and Wanda shook her head in bemusement that pancakes were your only concern.Â
âYour body needed the rest, moya lyubovâ. I can make you some now if you want.â Wanda suggested, helping you up onto the counter despite your proven capability to do it yourself just fine. You didnât shrug off her help, rather leaned into it, and pulled her in close when she dared to try and step away. You dropped your head onto her shoulder, feeling a desperate need to have her close. And again if she minded, she didnât show it.Â
âI want cereal.â You decided, knowing that the women had cheerios shoved in the back of the pantry beside an unopened box of popcorn that you couldnât quite place who it had been bought for. You didnât know why they even bothered to buy anything that came in a box, considering in the near year that you had been frequenting the Maximoff residence you hadnât seen them eat anything that wasnât made on the stove, but right now it sounded like the perfect source of energy.Â
âThatâs all?â Wanda frowned, prying your face away from her shoulder and forcing you to look into her eyes. You melted into her touch when she set her gaze on you firmly, pliant and willing in her grip. You hummed, your tongue poking out and swiping at the pad of her thumb that sat within licking distance on your cheeks. âThatâs not going away anytime soon, huh?â Wanda laughed softly, pulling her hands away before you could get any bolder. Sheâd had her suspicions about your oral fixation, something was always in your mouth whether you realized it or not, it was truly only a matter of time before you realized how fun it was to have one of them between your teeth.Â
âPlease?â You pouted, making puppy eyes at the pantry where the box of cheerios remained hidden. Wanda relented, her green eyes rolling backward into her head.Â
âYouâre eating dinner tonight, milaya moya.â You merely shrugged at the compromise, simply glad to have gotten your way for now at the very least. She tapped your thigh in warning of her approaching absence, and though you had expected it to come if you wanted your cheerios, a whine still fell from your lips when she pulled away, instantly missing the warmth she provided. Â
Youâd started to slip down from the counter when Wanda turned back around, only halfway to a pantry before youâd decided sheâd been gone long enough. âStay there, Mommy didnât tell you that you could move.â The firmness that you had sought for earlier sent a rush of something different through your body hearing it now, but still eager to comply with her demands, you scooted back up onto the counter and tried your best to ignore the lingering ache in your untouched clit. You remembered her promise, remembered how she had so cruelly worked you up and left you dry. You didnât think you could go another night with the sticky feeling between your thighs.Â
âDo you want milk with your cheerios, detka?â Wanda asked, her voice slightly muffled by the walls of the pantry that she had disappeared into. You nodded your head, forgetting that she couldnât see you, but decided that you would just wait until she reappeared to tell her what you wanted. Words still felt too hard to grasp, and secretly you adored this special treatment that youâd never received before. When Wanda stepped out of the pantry, the familiar yellow box now in her hands, she asked again. âDo you want milk, honey?âÂ
You nodded softly, pulling at the string of Natashaâs hoodie though you found them rather boring. You let your feet kick against the cabinet doors beneath where you sat, trying to occupy your attention with something other than the need in your core, having a feeling it wouldnât be satisfied until you got something into your belly.Â
It was warm, too warm to be wearing a hoodie but in your foggy mindset and rush to find her, you had forgotten about the fact that you remained only half dressed. You sighed, pulling at the long sleeves until they came to your biceps, but even that couldnât help you entirely.Â
âWords, honey.â Wanda reminded you firmly, and you kicked the cabinets beneath you rather harshly in response. You wanted her close to you, and yet she was standing halfway across the kitchen with her recently freed hands on her hips. The box of cheerios was placed on the island countertop, awaiting your direction of adding milk or a bowl or now. Wanda raised a daring brow, tilting her head to the side in a manner that was admittedly intimidating. âWe arenât going to go through this again, milaya. Do you want your cheerios with milk? Yes or no?âÂ
âYes.â You sighed, deflating on the counter as you itched to get down and cling onto her. You couldnât comprehend the rush of feelings that overwhelmed your brain in the moment, but it felt like every choice you were forced to make only drove you farther and farther from a position of sanity. You wanted her to decide, wanted her to talk you through every process and choice. You were never this needy, never this dependent on somebody else, but the taste of total submission that you had been given was like a drug elementary schools never warned you about tasting.Â
âGood girl.â Wanda praised your willingness to comply, already maneuvering around the kitchen to acquire a bowl and the gallon milk from the fridge. You shone beneath her words, a shy smile gracing your lips as you tilted your head down toward your lap and tried to hide the flush on your cheeks. Wanda wasnât blind to your reaction, but she spared you the embarrassment of knowing youâd been caught.Â
âWhereâs Natty?â You whispered, suddenly realizing the woman was displaced from the pair of you, which was a rarity if you ever knew one. She had been in the dining room before, but now she was gone and yet her laptop remained on the table, the only object in the room that wasnât in its perfect place.Â
Wanda smiled softly at your concern, a tad surprised it had taken you this long to realize that the Russian was missing. She didnât let you dwell in that confusion, wanting your mind focused on one thing and one thing only; her. âPepper faxed her over some files. Nothing you need to worry about, malyshka. Come eat.âÂ
You wiggled down from the counter with a distinctive delicacy, a stark contrast to the usual faith you put into your ankles. Wanda appreciated your carefulness, smiling at you with unspoken praise that you had no time to hide from before she saw your faintest blush. Unlike every day that had come before this one, Wanda sat down at the island instead of gravitating toward the dining room. You brightened at the prospect of eating here, clamoring into her lap because there was absolutely no chance that you were sitting on your own. It seemed she hadnât expected you to, because her arm tangled around your waist and her hand found its place on your thigh, dangerously close to where you wanted her most, but still too far away.Â
âMommy promised you a reward, didnât she?â Wanda hummed, her voice laced with a sultry silkness that wouldâve been enough to have you weak in the knees on itâs own, but the deadly combination of her lust and her hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear, which Natasha had discovered was incredibly sensitive, was enough to completely melt your self restraint down to nothing.Â
A gasp fell from your lips, your head tilting to the side and allowing her lips all the room she needed to explore your unmarked skin. Your eyes fluttered closed, thoughts of cheerios dissipating. âMommy.â You pleaded with her, hoping that she would relent in her teasing measures.
Her wet lips trailed down the side neck, and in the same second cold fingers bearing rings more expensive than you could even fathom moved the collar of Natashaâs hoodie out of her way. The caress of her lips didnât last long, because as quickly as sheâd began to suck a hickey on your collar bone that was sure to last at least a couple of days, she pulled away and the fingers still on your right thigh pinched the warm skin experimentally. âEat. What Mommy does to your body is none of your concern, little girl.âÂ
A guttural moan left your lips at her dismission, and although your brain was officially nothing but mush between bones, your trembling hand reached out for the spoon. The first mouthful of cheerios was rewarded by her fingers moving toward your core, the second by a sharp nip at the base of your neck. Every bite was followed by pleasure, and by the sixth, it was getting harder to think about anything other than release.Â
The lack of panties between your thighs had made access to your core disturbingly easy, and when you faltered on the seventh bite of cereal, your pulsing clit was pinched harshly between fingers that were still surprisingly cold. Your hips twitched in her lap, your head falling back onto her shoulder as you surrendered to the pleasure the sharp sensation had provided. Wanda hummed, taking your body's reaction into account for a later date.Â
âYouâre not cumming until you finish eating. I suggest you keep going unless you want to find out how cruel I can be, malyshka.â It wasnât a threat, but rather a promise, and you whimpered pathetically at the sharp bite to her words that satisfied every craving in your body.Â
âMommy.â You pleaded when a single one of her deliciously slender fingers threatened to penetrate your weeping hole, toying with the wetness that had already dampened the pajama shorts on your hips.Â
âShh, Mommyâs playing.â Wanda redirected your attention to the bowl of cereal that had become soggy in the minutes it had taken you to even make the smallest dent. You swallowed down a cry of frustration at her unwillingness to fold, but raised the spoon to your lips and forced your mouth to comply with her demands.Â
Every bite felt heavy and horrible against your tongue, but you somehow managed to persevere, even as her fingers wandered beneath the thick fabric of the hoodie and sought out to find your nipples that had been ignored thus far. At the first brush of her metal rings against your flushed skin you gasped, thankful that you had held off on taking another bite of your lunch because otherwise you would have choked.Â
âSuch pretty sounds, milaya.â Wanda cooed, her lips back against the shell of your ear. Her tongue dared to lick at the skin of your neck, a stream of cold air sending shivers and shocks of pleasure shooting down your spine. âDo you like it when Mommy touches you? Huh? Do you like it when I play with this desperate little pussy however I please?âÂ
âPlease.â You writhed in pleasure, your eyes screwed shut impossibly tight. The single finger buried deep within your walls had quickly become two, and they curled against your softest spot with accuracy that shouldâve concerned you had you been any more coherent than you were. Her pace was teasing, slow and unfulfilling, but that was entirely the point. âM-Mommy please!âÂ
âMommyâs not going to tell you no again. Little girls donât get to make decisions. Little girls wait for Mommy to give them permission, and until she does so, they take what theyâre offered.â You cried out in painful pleasure when Wanda sadistically twisted your nipple between her fingers, the sensation shooting right down to your core that wept around her fingers and squeezed them tight. âYou can do that, canât you? Be good for Mommy? Or are you just a dumb little baby?âÂ
âI-I can! I can!â Despite the desperate need for more of anything she was willing to give you, your body tried pleadingly to arch away from her touch when your nipples became too sensitive to handle the sting she caused unforgivingly.Â
âHow do you want Mommy to make you cum? With my fingers, or maybe my mouth? Do you want me to fuck this slutty cunt with a strap-on, are is that too much for my little baby to handle? Oh I bet you're so sensitive, kotenok. Nobodyâs ever denied this pretty pussy before, have they?â Wandaâs fingers pointedly avoided your clit, and you're absolutely certain that one accidental touch would have you falling over the edge and into blinding pleasure.Â
âNo!â You sobbed in frustration, your hips meeting her thrusts and she let you, knowing nothing she did would send you over that sought after edge until she let her fingers brush against your pulsing bundle of nerves. She had you right where she wanted you, right where you needed to be, even if you hadnât realized this was the treatment youâd been wanting just yet.Â
âOh, my poor girl. You still have so much to learn.â Wanda cooed though her sympathy was anything but genuine. You pushed the bowl away from you, shaking your head desperately, just needing her to take care of you. âYou did so good.â Wanda kissed the side of your head, but her actions contradicted the praise she had fleetingly bestowed upon you. Her fingers left your aching core, effectively edging you as if that had been her goal all along. She smears strings of your arousal against the insides of your sensitive thighs, drying her fingers on your skin. You cried out at the loss of pleasure, desperately grabbing her wrist and attempting to draw it back closer, but she didnât allow you to win. âIâm not taking you in the kitchen, milaya. You deserve better than that.âÂ
She guided you to your feet easily, a firm hand on your back the only thing that kept you upright when your knees threatened to buckle beneath your full weight. You grabbed at her hand desperately, wanting to keep her close as she led you through the house and up the stairs. Throughout the journey, her lips had found entertainment in seeking out soft spots on your neck that had been otherwise neglected in the kitchen. A shaky moan fell from off the tip of your tongue when her teeth nipped at the edge of your jaw, and in that moment you had forgotten how to walk as you stood stock still and stiff as a board in the middle of the stairs, leaning backward into her touch pleading for more.
âKeep going. Mommy will take care of you soon.â Wanda coaxed, and desperate to listen, you complied with the request, hoping that this time around, soon actually meant what it was supposed to.Â
When you passed by Natashaâs office, where you suspected the woman had migrated to work on the files that Pepper had sent over, the door was closed and light peaked out from the cracks between floor and white oak. You barely had time to pout about her absence before Wanda was pulling you in the direction of the bedroom, simultaneously making quick work of getting you free of the clothes that you drowned in so cutely. Though Natasha wasnât much taller than you, the woman had a bad habit of buying clothes three sizes too big if they werenât going to be worn with the intention of maintaining professional appearances. Despite how you had grown to be too hot in the hoodie that covered your torso, the initial absence of it had caused a rush of cold to assault your spine and you shivered beneath Wandaâs heavy hands. Your shorts were the last thing to fall to the floor in a heap.Â
âSo pretty, malyskha.â Wanda praised your fully naked body, running a single feather light touch down the front of you, starting just below your chin, down between the valley of your breasts, and stopped only just before your throbbing clit begging for release. You gasped and moaned at the ticklish sensations she so easily provoked, chasing her touch when it vanished too quickly. âSo responsive too. Mommyâs going to have so much fun playing with you.âÂ
âPlease!â You sobbed, wide eyes filled with desperation and need that only she could quench. Your hands trembling with lust and pent up frustration pulled at the hem of the old t-shirt adorning her body, attempting to get rid of it the same way she had done for you.Â
Complying with your request, not willing to sacrifice her own desperation to fully get her hands on you any longer then she already had, Wanda stripped out of her shorts and t-shirt with ease. One too many office quickies with Natasha had forced her to become sufficient with the act of undressing, and the skills, though rusty from lack of recent use, hadnât failed her now despite the months it had been since sheâd last taken her insatiable wife on the couch in her corporate office. When she was naked, every inch of her skin available for your eyes to admire for the very first time, she leaned in to meet your lips with a kiss that was softer than she had been all day. The single action had eased your anxious thoughts, and you leaned into the embrace just as easily as she had.Â
When her lips separated from yours, swollen and pink and wet with your saliva, her hand reached up to grab your chin and force your eyes on hers. âI expect you to use your safewords if you need to. This is not about me, this is about you. Do you understand me, milaya?âÂ
âYes.â You breathed out desperately, your hands settling on her hips, pulling them closer when you felt like she was too far away.Â
âGood. Get on the bed.â She grinned sadistically down at you, taking full advantage of the few inches she had over you. There was something dark in her eyes, something you had only gotten the shortest glimpse of last night, and you swallowed thickly as the promise of feeling her touch on your body for hours after this moment ended, but you complied with her request just as quickly as it came. There was no way you were going to go against her now, not when she had so carefully unraveled your brain and you were finally on the cusp of getting what you had long since sought after and been promised.Â
You scrambled onto the center of the bed the Sokovian shared every night with the Russian, laying flush on your back with your elbows propping up your torso. Your eyes trailed Wandaâs every movement as she disappeared into the closet without a single spoken word, but knowing what lies within the four walls of the walk-in, you could only anticipate what she returned with. Desperately you rubbed your thighs together, gathering that she wouldnât take kindly to your hand relieving the ache she created and single-handedly wanted to soothe. It hadnât been more than three minutes before she returned, and you noted that between her legs was the presence of something pink. Her hands carried the cooling lotion sheâd used last night, and the red strap-on that Natasha had pounded you with weeks ago in her office. A stuttered moan filled the quiet of the master bedroom, and ever so seductively Wanda crawled over your body on the bed, close enough for her nipples to drag against your skin, but far enough away for her lips to ghost over yours.Â
âHave you decided how you want me to use you, dorogaya?â She laid her accent on thicker than you had ever heard, straddling your hips as her arms sat on either side of your head, trapping you beneath her.Â
You nodded frantically, forcing your eyes to stay locked on hers, wanting to remember every inch of her face in this moment in case it was the only time youâd see it. âI wantâ I want your mouth. A-and your fingers.âÂ
âBoth?â Wanda teased, her eyes glowing with dominance. âWhat a greedy girl. I suppose I can give you both, but it wonât come without a price. Are you willing to pay, milaya?â Â
You nodded your head frantically, desperate to give her whatever she wanted from you. That seemed to please Wanda, who smirked down at you before her lips ghosted over your lips and trailed down your neck that craned instantaneously in response. Her tongue licked a bold stripe over the center of your neck, and just when youâd anticipated her to keep moving lower, she trailed back up again. This was the price, you realized quickly. She was going to tease you until you broke completely, and there was nothing you could do about it, nothing you wanted to do about it.Â
Her teeth nipped and bit at your skin that had been dampened by her tongue, but she made no efforts to mark you entirely. She wasnât interested in wasting time on leaving hickeys that would fade in days, much rather devoting her efforts and energy into making you squirm beneath her with sensations that were intense, but not strong enough to cause real pleasure. Your clit throbbed in tune with her ministrations, your entrance pulse at the emptiness. It was only when youâd started to grow accustomed to the feeling of her tongue lapping at your neck did she move lower, plush lips wrapping around your nipple and creating a ruthless seal of suction. Your back arched into her, your fingers that had been fisting the comforter shot toward her back, and blunt nails that had been bitten down to numbs scratched mercilessly at her skin.Â
Wanda hummed in satisfaction at your reaction, her teeth tugging at your sensitive bud between her lips while her fingers worked on your other. She pulled teasingly, pinched evilly, and twisted when you just didnât seem to be enjoying it as much as she wanted you to. Her goal was to have you screaming, crying out for a god that she didnât believe to exist. There was no god in the master bedroom of the Maximoff residence, only a Sokovian lawyer consumed by nearly a year's worth of pent up lust and frustration. When she was satisfied that she had punished your right nipple enough for the time being, not wanting to cause you an exceeding amount of pain though there didnât even seem to be a glimpse of it on your scrunched up and sweaty face, she moved her mouth to the left, and replaced what was lost by cruel fingers.Â
âI wonder how long it would take for you to cum from just this.â Wanda released your nipple with a pop, speaking softly into the silence that was only attempted to be filled by the low buzz of the vibrator between her legs and your moans of intense pleasure. âMommyâll have to test that one day.âÂ
Unable to handle her teasing for another minute longer, you sobbed out in desperate need for something more, and the fingers that had successfully marked angry red lines into the once untouched skin of her back moved up to grab handfuls of her auburn hair. âPlease. P-Please. Please. I need y-your mouth. I needâ I needâ Mommy, pozhaluysta!âÂ
Wanda froze at the trace of Russian that fell from your lips in a desperate attempt to persuade her into folding before she was willing. She hated to admit that it worked, and that before you could even continue to beg for mercy, her lips were kissing a wet trail down your belly until they fell firmly around your clit. A broad stripe was licked across your core, wetness collected on the tip of her tongue that she swallowed down with a needy moan of her own. A single hand reached between her legs and increased the speed of the vibrator that had been set at a teasing pace since sheâd first grabbed it in the closet.Â
âOkay baby. Okay. Let Mommy take care of you, no more teasing. We're all done with that.â She cooed, not giving you a single second to doubt her promise before her fingers were falling into your glistening folds just as easily as they had in the kitchen. You gasped at the initial stretch of two cold digits working you open, but her mouth distracted you when she took your clit between her teeth and tauntingly bit at your pleading bundle of nerves. The fingers coiled around strands of pin straight dyed hair pulled her closer, and your hips had adopted a mind of their own as you rocked against her face with a feverish need. Curses and moans tumbled past your lips in incoherent bundles, and just as she felt your walls clenching around her curled up fingers with the telltale indication of an approaching orgasm, the vibrator between her legs brought her to the same pace. âHold it. Hold it for Mommy, baby.âÂ
You shook your head, fingers pulling her head even closer. âI canât! Canât, Mommy! C-Canât.â The movements of your hips had become jerky and unpredictable, but before you could hurt yourself or her, Wandaâs hand that wasnât buried between your legs forced you still and compliant. âI-Iâm gonnaâ Mommy!â
âCum for me, malyshka. Make a mess all over Mommyâs face.â Wandaâs words of encouragement thrummed against your clit, and with permission to finally unravel beneath her hands, you let the coil burning in your lower belly snap with a blinding white rush of pleasure. Her fingers didnât stop until you were trying to push them away, and even once they left her tongue remained. Your exhausted body writhed beneath the too intense to bare pleasure, and your whines of sensitivity mixed with hers. You were actively aware of how she was moaning against your core, her hot breath an additional sensation that was quick to make you overly stimulated despite how long youâd sought for this. Her hips grinded against the blankets between her thighs, but they came to a stuttering stop seconds after your own hips tensed and stilled on their own accord. Despite her own end of pleasure, fingers sticky with your arousal pulling the toy out from her own entrance, her tongue was relentless against yours. âShhh, let Mommy clean you up.âÂ
âToo much!â You cried out, going limp beneath her wandering hands, but she didnât let up, and that coil had formed again quickly in combination with her double-downed efforts and your existing sensitivity. Wanda remained dutiful, and her tongue was undoubtedly skilled as she pulled yet another orgasm from you in a matter of minutes. This time, she did pull away, leaving a single soft kiss against your abused clit before the touch was completely gone.Â
âYou did so good for me, moya lyubovâ. Mommyâs so proud of you.â Wanda peppered your face with kisses, touching every inch of available skin with her lips drenched in cum. You giggled at the sensation, pushing her away when your cheeks began to ache from smiling so hard. She fell onto her side beside you in the bed, arms looping around your waist and pulling you into her chest firmly. Her fingers dug into your hips, keeping you flush against her front, and the words she let meet your ears had melted your heart in seconds. âMy girl.âÂ
âMmm.â You sighed contently, snuggling into her with no intentions of moving away anytime soon. âHi.â You looked up into her eyes, a drunken smile pulling the corners of your lips upward.Â
âHi, sweetheart.â Wanda giggled, taking your face into her hands and pressing a sweet kiss to the crease between your eyebrows. âWhatâs that thinking face for?âÂ
You shook your head, humming softly as you further melted into the soft bed beneath you. When her hands trailed away from where they cupped your cheeks, you took one of them between your own hands, spinning the rings adorning her fingers around her knuckles. âNot thinking. Just⊠happy.âÂ
Wanda smiled, rubbing the pad of her thumb across the only expanse of your palm that she could reach with the way you were grasping her hand so possessively. âYeah? Iâm glad youâre happy, sweetheart. Iâm happy too.âÂ
âYour bed is comfy.â You grinned at her, bringing your fingers up to trace across her lips that had kissed every inch of your skin so intimately and passionately. You shrieked in laughter when she snapped her teeth at you, just barely catching the tip of your finger before you pulled it protectively into your chest.Â
âI never wouldâve guessed you find my bed comfy, little one.â Wanda teased, because obviously she knew that you did. You werenât subtle with the ways you all but threw yourself into it whenever you were given the chance. Her sage eyes trailed behind you when she saw the slightest shift of light beneath the closed door, a shadow unwilling to enter looming behind it. âStop hovering and just come in, Natalia.â Wanda called out to her wife, though her eyes briefly flickered down to your face when your teeth found a place around her fingers in the handful of seconds that she had been distracted. Wanda only shook her head in amusement, overly fond of your new habit.Â
âWell if this isnât my new favorite sight.â Natasha smirked her eyes trailing over both naked bodies in the center of her bed. Setting two bottles of chilled water down on her nightstand before she let her weight shift the bed, there was a silent conversation shared between the two lawyers with nothing more than eye contact and inclines of heads. Natashaâs hand brushed strands of hair away from your face that was practically smothered into Wandaâs naked chest, and she rolled her eyes adoringly when she found that you were chewing on her wifeâs fingers like a puppy. âStill feeling kinda floaty, detka?â The Russian hummed, easing her body down against the headboard so that she didnât have to remain kneeling beside you.Â
Unwillingly to let Wandaâs fingers fall from your mouth, you mumbled around them carefully, not wanting to accidentally hurt her and lose this new privilege. âNo.âÂ
âYou wanna let Daddy put some more lotion on you then? Itâs looking kinda red, moya lyubovâ.â Natashaâs fingers tangled into the baby hairs at the nape of your neck, and she pulled at them tenderly the way she knows you like when you need a minute to decompress but donât want to be alone. A quiet sigh slips past your lips, but itâs muffled by Wandaâs fingers before either one of them have the chance to hear it fully, though theyâve grown quite used to your muffled words and sounds seeing as half the strings on their hoodie are marked with indents of your teeth. The Sokovian teasingly wiggles the digits against your tongue, only to be met with you biting down on them in an attempt to get her to stop teasing you.Â
âNo biting.â She reprimands, though the sharp sensation hadnât hurt her. You amend the mistake with a well intended suckle, shuffling even closer to her chest until the swell of her breasts blocked out the impeding sunlight. âCome here, baby.â Wanda gently coaxed you fully on top of her body, your sensitive chests pressing together in a way that makes you whine. âYouâre sensitive, I know. But, Daddyâs going to put some more lotion on your ass. We donât want it to really start hurting.âÂ
When Natasha first laid her hands on your ass, the cooling lotion significantly colder than you had been expecting had caused your entire body to stiffen. Your teeth nervously gnawed at Wandaâs fingers, your tongue flicking across the band of her engagement ring. Her soft assurances calmed you effectively, and with reassurances of it being just Natty that touched and her hands would warm up soon, you began to relax into the sensation.
When the Russian was done, she left a lingering kiss to the end of your spine, her lips trailing up the dip in your back until she pressed them against your shoulder blades. âGood girl.â Natasha praised you promisingly before she fell flush against the mattress and let herself sink in beside you and Wanda, her files forgotten about for the foreseeable future.
Ona vse yeshche daleko vnizu, da? â she's still pretty far down, huh?
 Da, ty poydesh' za odnoy iz svoikh tolstovok? V obozrimom budushchem ya budu zapert zdes'. â yeah, will you go get one of your hoodies? i'll be trapped here for the foreseeable future.
pozhaluysta â please
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