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How Do I Say Good-bye by Dean Lewis
Holy cow two posts in two days! I guess that what happens when I get over my writer’s block lol.
The Adventure of Y/n Barton and Yelena Belova - Master post
Summary: After 5 years, the Avengers come together to rewrite the wrong that happened in Wakanda. What happens when your father returns from the time heist without the one person that was your constant for 5 years?
Warnings: major character death (sort of), angst, grief, guilt, mention of death
Word count: 5.6k
“Clint, where’s Nat?” You heard Bruce ask your father. You looked up from the book you were reading to calm your nerves while you waited for everyone to return. The spot next to your father was empty. He was on his knees showing an orange rock in his hands. He looked around the circle and his eyes landed on you. Your heart began to beat, you wondered if they could hear it in the silent room. Thud. Thud. Thud. The organ pounded against your ribcage. You saw mouths moving but their words weren’t registering to you. The room felt incredibly small. You jumped out of your chair, it fell to the ground but you didn’t bother to fix it. You took off running towards the door. By the time the New York Sun hit your face, you shifted to a husky. You felt the grass on your hands and feet as you sprinted to the dock that rested on the pound. Staring into the reflection into the water, you shifted back. Your jaw clenched as you kept the tears that threatened to fall at bay. The calmness and isolation only lasted a moment as you heard footsteps joining you. You knew who it was without looking over your shoulder. Your father knelt down next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. It was supposed to be an act of comfort but you flinched away. You stood up and leaned against a wooden post.
“Yelena was part of the Blip, right?” Tony asked, breaking the heavy silence. Your already broken heart shattered more at the mention of the blonde Black Widow. You felt sick.
“Yeah,” You said, finding your voice. It was shaky. You cleared your throat and hugged yourself. Your father was standing now, looking down at the wooden deck. Bruce was looking out towards the water as Steve and Tony were sitting on the bench. The God of Thunder was the only one not standing still. He was pacing. “Alexei and Melina are in St. Petersburg. We’ll or I’ll tell them.” You spoke with the Black Widow’s adoptive family a handful of times. Natasha tried to call them every once in a while to settle their nerves. But you knew the Russian needed a reminder of family, someone other than you. Thor stopped pacing and looked at you.
“What?” He questioned. You hummed questionably. “What are you doing?” The question directed at you got the attention of your father. The god closed the distance between you. You scrunched your nose as he reeked of alcohol. “You're acting like she’s dead. Why are we acting like she’s dead?” He asked, facing the group. “We have the stones, right? As long as we have the stones we can bring her back.” He faced you again. “Stop this shit. We are the Avengers.” He took another step towards you. If your back wasn’t already against a pole, you would have moved back to create more space between you and the God. “Get it together.”
“Step away from my kid.” Clint said. The God held your gaze. “We can’t bring her back.” Thor finally looked away from you and towards your father. “It can’t be undone.” You looked down at the dock. “It can’t.” Thor laughed.
“No offense but you are all very earthly beings, okay, and we’re talking about space magic and can’t seems very definitive. Don’t you think so?” You closed your eyes as they burned with unshed tears.
“Look I know that I’m way outside my pay grade here but she still isn’t here, is she?” Clint yelled. “It can’t be undone or that’s at least what the red, floating guy had to say. Maybe you wanna go talk to him, okay? Go grab your hammer and you go fly and you go talk to him.” He paused. You glanced up, looking at your family. Steve had a few tears running down his cheeks. Bruce ripped off a bench and threw it across the water. “It was supposed to be me.” Your head snapped to look at your father. He looked at anything and everything besides you. But you could see the tears in his eyes. “It should have been me.” He confessed again, this time looking at you. You were going to be sick. “She sacrificed herself for those goddamn stones. She put her life on it. We have to make it count.”
“We will.” Steve said.
“Wait,” you said, holding your hands up. “Are we going to gloss over the fact that he just said he was going to sacrifice himself for that stupid rock?” No one said anything.
“Y/n.” Clint said, slowly taking a step towards you.
“No,” You said, putting your hand up. “I am this close to losing my mind.” You rubbed your hands against your face. “For 5 years I was with her. I watched her mourn for Wanda, for Vision, for everyone.” You yelled. “I watched as she tried to keep the world together.” You looked at your father. “As she tried to bring you home.” You pointed to him. “And none of you were there.” You closed your eyes as your lips trembled. You knew it was unfair to spill these words at them. They all dealt with the Blip in their own way. But you were hurting and in pain and the one person that you were able to turn to for 5 years wasn’t there. You opened your eyes. “So yeah we’ll bring everyone back. But the one person who wanted it more than anything won’t be here to see it.”
*
You sat in your room while the others came up with the last touches on the plan to bring everyone back. You were resting your back against the headboard with a few polaroids you had taken over the years. They mostly consisted of you and Natasha making a mess in the kitchen. “Why did you leave us all behind?” You asked the photos. You didn’t know how to say goodbye to someone you’ve known your whole life. There was so much you wanted to say but there was no time.
“Knock, knock,” Your door opened and you watched as Steve came in, closing the door behind him. He sat on the edge of your bed. Steve was the only ‘non-active’ member of the team you saw constantly.
“I didn’t say you could come in.” You deadpanned, not looking away from the photos.
“No, but we both no you can’t say no to this face.” He managed to pull a smile out of you and you rolled your eyes. You bit the inside of your cheek.
“It’s not fair.” You finally whispered. “It’s not fair they both had to go there because no matter what I’d be losing someone I cared about.” You looked up at him. “She was my life line.” You hated the usage of ‘was’.
“And you were her’s.”
“How do I tell Yelena or Wanda?” You asked. “How do I look them in the eye and explain to them it was either her or my father?” Steve sighed.
“I don’t know, kid.” He answered honestly. “But you won’t have to do it alone.” Alone? You had the two things that you and Natasha dreamt about for 5 years, a way to rewrite the loss and the compound full of people. But she wasn’t here to see it. Your door opened and your father stepped in.
“Tony and Bruce finished the gauntlet,” he said. “Just waiting on you Cap.” Steve nodded and stood up. Clint took Captain America’s spot. The air in your room became suffocating. “I’m sorry.” He said. You looked at the man in front of you. He has changed so much since the last time you saw him.
“Sorry about what?” You questioned.
“I’m sorry I’m sitting here and she’s not.” Your jaw clenched as anger swept through you.
“That’s not -” You let out a shaky breath to calm your nerves. “Let’s just bring everyone back.” You stood up from your bed before putting a random photo into your pocket. It was one of Natasha decorating Christmas cookies and she was covered in flour. You left your room not even looking back at your father.
*
You walked into Tony’s lab while Bruce was walking over to the gauntlet as it rested on the table. “You saw what those stones did to Thanos.” He said, his voice was surprisingly calm. “They almost killed him. None of you could survive that.”
“How do we know you will?” You asked, making your presence known. Bruce picked it up and looked at you.
“We don’t.” You couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. You ignored the look from your father. “But the radiation is mostly gamma.” He continued. “It was like I was made for this.” The Avengers looked around the room at one another as no one said anything to talk Bruce out of it. You bite your lip, keeping the snarky comments at bay. You needed all of them together, not fighting against each other because you were pissed off.
“Alright,” Tony said. “Remember everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you're just bringing them back now.” he gestured to the room. “Today. Don’t change anything from the last five years.”
“Got it.” He said, looking at the stones. You didn’t like this. A knot formed in your stomach. Everyone formed a circle around the doctor. Thor pushed Rocket behind him. Rhodey and Scott activated their helmet. Steve motioned for you to join him, the super soldier covered you with his shield. He gave you a reassuring smile but you couldn’t return it, you were too focused on Bruce.
“FRIDAY,” Tony said, activating his own suit and producing a shield to cover him and your father. “Do me a favor and activate the Barn Door Protocol, will you?”
“Yes boss.” The AI answered. You looked around as the glass roof was blocked by an additional metal roof. The same metal material covered the windows of the lab. You gulped and grabbed onto Steve’s arm.
“Everybody comes home.” Bruce said, putting it on. As soon as the gauntlet formed around his hand, the stones powered up. A surge of electricity ran through his arm and he fell to his knees with a pained groan.
“Take it off. Take it off.” Thor pleaded. Steve held up his hand.
“No wait,” he said. “Bruce, are you okay?” He didn’t answer as he was groaning in pain. Your eyes widened.
“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony said. He nodded.
“I’m okay,” he did not look okay. He looked the opposite of okay. “I’m okay.” He said again. You weren’t sure if he was trying to reassure everyone or himself. He yelled as he lifted his hand and snapped his fingers. Bruce fell onto his back as the gauntlet came off. You and your father were the first to move. Clint kicked the stones away from Bruce as you fell to your knees next to him. His arm was badly burned.
“No one move him.” Tony said. He used his suit to spray some sort of cooling spray onto Bruce’s arm. Bruce grabbed your arm with his non-injured hand. At any other time you would be worried if the Hulk grabbed onto you but it was different. You put your hand on his.
“Did it work?” Bruce asked.
“We’re not sure,” Thor said. “It’s okay.” You watched as the windows opened and Scott walked out. Birds chirping filled the quietness. That quietness was broken as you and your father’s phone went off. You stood up, walked away from the group and pulled out your cell phone and gasped. “Lila,” you said, answering the phone. You vaguely heard your father answer his phone with a soft, “Honey.”
“Y/n? Where are you? What is going on? I don’t understand.” She asked.
“Guys,” Scott said. “I think it worked.” You blocked out your sister’s rambling as the sun shining down was blocked. The hairs on your neck stood up.
“Take cover!” You yelled but it was too late. The blast sent you flying and the world went dark.
*
Your ears were ringing as your exhausted body slumped to the ground. The ruins of the compound were settling. Thanos was gone. Everyone was back and on paper you’ve won. But there was an ache in your chest as you watched Shuri work on Tony, trying to save him. You pulled out the picture from your pocket. The edges were ripped and it was covered in dirt but you didn’t care. You heard your name. It was distant and echoed as if you were sinking underwater. “Y/n!” It was much clever now as you looked up and saw Wanda running over to you. You didn’t have time to process it as she threw herself into your arms. You let out a pained groan. “I’m sorry.” She said, letting you go but she cupped your face in her hands. “Five years.” She said, “Strange said it’s been 5 years.”
“Wanda.” You said slowly.
“I don’t believe it. I don’t understand. We were here on second and it felt like no time passed.” You said your friend’s name again but it didn’t cut through her rambling. “Natasha. I need to find her.” The mention of your godmother’s name almost broke the dam you’ve been trying to keep up.
“Wanda.” You said a little bit louder. The urgency in your voice stopped the rambling. Your voice got the attention of Clint and Steve and they talked over to you.
“Where is Nat?” She asked. You looked down and removed one of her hands from your face to your temple. Her fingers began to glow and you felt her magic but she still waited for your consent. You nodded as her magic entered your memories. You showed her everything. The hundreds of movie marathons you had, late night meetings, and the days you found the Black Widow training to the brink of exhaustion so she couldn’t dream of the Battle of Wakanda. You showed her every laugh and every tear shed. Finally, you showed her when your father returned without her girlfriend by his side. She pulled back her magic and clutched her hand to her chest. Tears were flowing freely down her cheeks. “No,” she whispered. “She can’t be gone.” You pulled her into a tight hug as you felt her tears against your skin and her hands twisted in the fabric of your shirt. You closed your eyes.
I’ll make sure she’s alright, you promised.
*
A week. That was how long everyone decided to regroup back at Tony’s cabin to have a small service for those lost. It gave everyone enough time to regroup with their loved ones and heal from their wounds, especially Tony who survived because of the Wakandans. So you sat in the back of the car, head resting on the window as Clint drove back to the farm. Wanda was in the front seat. Clint insisted on her staying at the farm, you wondered if his guilt was eating at him. Soon the two story building you haven’t called home began to appear. The sound of the approaching vehicle alerted your mom and siblings as the front door opened and they came running out. Your father parked the car and turned it off. Once again, their voices were distorted. You vaguely heard Wanda say, “I got her.” It was your only warning before she opened your door. Her cheeks were still stained with tears and the smile she was wearing was forced. You wondered why you haven’t cried. You felt the tears but they wouldn’t fall. You felt numb. Crying for her made it real. “Hey,” Wanda said softly. “Your mom really wants to see you.” You looked over her shoulder and saw the tearful reunion between Clint and Laura. Natasha never told you in detail the crimes he committed as the Ronin. But you knew the blood shed had to be intense. You remembered one night sneaking out of your room to find Natasha at her desk trying to pinpoint a lead on where your father was. She had photos of bodies left behind. “Malen’kiy yastreb (little hawk).” Natasha’s nickname for you snapped you out of your thoughts. You looked at the Solovkian. Her faced showed the pained expression as she ventured into your mind. “Do you want to talk about it?” You shook your head, closing your mind to her.
“No.” You said. There was too much going on for you to unload something else onto her. You got out of the car and mindlessly walked over to your family with Wanda close behind. Lila was the first to see you coming and broke away from everyone into a sprint. You caught her in your arms and fell to the ground. “I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered.
“I thought you were dead,” she said. “When I heard that explosion on the phone, I thought the worst.” You squeezed her tighter. You could feel her heartbeat against yours, it was erratic. You slowed down your own breathing so she could match yours. Her heart calmed down.
“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.” You promised. You watched as your mom walked over to you, silent tears on her face. You let go of your sister, who went to hug Wanda.
“My baby girl,” She said. “You’ve grown up.” You stood up, folding your hands in front of you.
“5 years.” You said. “A lot happens in that time.” Laura let out a small sop and brought you into a hug.
“I’m so sorry.” You tensed up in her arms. She wasn’t the one you wanted an apology from. Once she let go of you, you gave a big hug to Cooper.
“Where is Aunty Nat?” Nathaniel asked, as you knelt down to his level to give him a hug. Your stomach dropped.
“Let’s go inside.” Clint said. You stood up as everyone headed inside. Your father had his arms around your siblings and Wanda was holding onto your mom like a lifeline. You looked up at the blue sky.
“How do I say goodbye?” You asked. “You gave Natheniel his name and you always saw what’s best in me.” You swallowed the lump in your throat. “I don’t want to say goodbye.”
*
You stepped into your room, drying your hair with a towel. A shower was desperately needed after you caught up the rest of your family on what happened in the years they missed. You kept it PG, not wanting you siblings to learn who their father became. You were going to leave it to him to tell his wife. To your surprise Wanda fell asleep on the couch. You wrapped a blanket around her. Clint wanted to spend time together as a family but you wanted to be alone. You laid down on your bed, hair still wet but you didn’t care. It was weird. For 5 years, all you wanted was for people to be around but now that they were back you wanted to retreat. You wanted to crawl back into the bubble you created. You closed your eyes, hoping that you could dream away the past 10 hours. But the shrill sound of your phone ringing caused you to open your eyes. You were surprised it survived the fight but STARK INDUSTRIES made the best for a reason. You let it go to voicemail, it was probably an old school friend from school but you didn’t have the energy to deal with them. But your phone rang again. With a sigh, you stood up and grabbed your phone.
“Fuck,” You mumbled falling back onto your bed as you read Yelena’s name on the caller ID. Clearing your dry throat, you answered the call. “Yelena, hi.” Your voice was surprisingly steady.
“Where is she?” She asked. She sounded on the verge of tears. “Where is Natalia?”
“Why don’t you come to Iowa?” You countered. You knew it was best for this conversation to happen in person. It also allowed Yelena to not be alone.
“Iowa.” She said, slowly. “Is my sister in Iowa?”
“Well no but -”
“Then I won’t be going to Iowa.” She cut you off. The anger was replacing the tears. “So, where is she?” You took a steady breath. Your heart was beating in your chest again. Thud. Thud. Thud.
“She’s gone.” You said. “She’s dead. Natasha sacrificed herself to bring everyone back.” You explained everything to her. Staring with Thanos and his radical idea and how he planned to accomplish it. The battle at Wakanda and how the Avengers lost, resulting in half of the population losing 5 years. She didn’t say anything and half the time you thought she hung up but you heard her breathing. “We are having a service for her and a few others in a week. I can send you the address.” She still remained silent. “Yelena, please say something.”
“You got so much time with her.” You nodded even though she couldn’t see it.
“I know and I’m so sorry. I’m here for you.” She laughed bitterly.
“That’s not going to bring her back.”
“Yelena -” The line went dead. You redialed her number but the call went straight to voicemail. “Dammit.” You slammed your hand against your bed. Your room became suffocating, claustrophobic. Your lungs didn’t want to take in oxygen. You jumped off your bed and ran out of your room.
“Y/n.” Clint said as you ran past him. The commotion woke up Wanda but you didn’t care. You kept running until you reached the barn and fell to your knees. The dam was breaking. You could see the cracks forming and your breathing was erratic. Bile was moving up your throat. You were going to be sick.
“Sweetheart,” Your mom’s voice was breaking through the fog. You felt her hand on your back slowly drawing circles. “Breathe for me. In and out. In and out.” You copied her and soon your breathing evened out. You sat back, pulling your knees to your chest.
“Yelena called me.” You said. “I had to tell her that the sister she just got back is gone.” You shook your head. “It’s not fair. It’s-” You stopped yourself.
“You have to let it out.” She said, “Holding it in is going to make it worse.” You couldn’t. You couldn’t tell her what you were feeling because you didn’t know. Everything was all mixed up. “He told me.” You looked up into your mother’s eyes. “Your father. He told me what happened, all those years we were gone.” Ronin. It was the name given to him as he took justice in his own hands. Ronin. Ronin. Ronin. “Say what you need to say.”
“I want her back. But if I say that does that mean I wish my dad was the one to go?” You cleared your throat. “I don’t know how to say goodbye to her and I’m scared of what life is going to be like without her. She was all I had for 5 years and now.” You looked down. “And now she’s gone. She’s gone, mom. Why does she have to be gone?” Something inside you snapped. The dam broke and you cried. Laura caught you in her arms and held you tight as you sobbed. “How could she leave us all behind?”
*
The week leading up to the service flew by. You lived in a blur, things were just happening around you as you cared for those around you. You were a shoulder to cry on for Wanda and read stories to Nathaniel when his dreams haunted him. When sleep evaded you, you found Clint nursing some bourbon in the kitchen. You joined him, not speaking to one another. It was exhausting, this weird dance you were playing with him.
You were sitting on the porch, looking up at the night stairs. You were leaving for New York in the morning and you needed sleep but it was evading you. You wrapped the blanket tighter around you. Late night talks under the night stars were some of your favorite memories with Natasha. You learned quickly that the Black Widow didn’t know where the constellations were and the stories behind them. It made you feel special that you knew something that your godmother didn’t. So you began to show them to her and tell their stories. “Mind if I join you?” You yelped at the sudden voice and stared at the blonde Russian standing in front of you.
“Yelena,” You knew she asked you a question. She was waiting for your permission but your brain was trying to register her sudden appearance. “Yeah, of course.” She sat down next to you, rubbing her hands together. You gave her some of the blanket. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you know where I live.” She gave you a sad smile.
“Natasha gave me the address before I left the compound. She said,” her voice cracked. “She said I’d always be welcomed here, that I’d be safe.”
“She was right.” You sat in silence, allowing the gentle breeze and the crickets to tell their story. Yelena was looking up at the stars, dark circles under her eyes. “I was worried about you.” You finally said. “I tried calling you but the call went straight to voicemail.” She nodded.
“I broke my phone. I got a new one with a new number.” You laughed.
“That would make sense.” You watched as the Russian smile. “She talked about you all the time.” You watched as her shoulders tense up. “She was so proud of you. She loved you so much and just wanted you to be safe.” In the moonlight you saw tears leaving her eyes and running down her cheeks.
“It shouldn’t have gone this way. If I was there, I could have stopped it. I could have..I could have changed it.”
“Nothing was going to stop her, Yelena. You know Natasha.” She let out a soft sob, bringing her closed fist to her mouth. You’ve had the same thoughts. What if you conceived the team to be a part of the time heist? Could you have stopped her? “She made her choice.” You said to her echoing the same words your mom and father said to you. “We’re gonna have to find a way to live with it.”
“I loved her so much.” She confessed, looking at you. You nodded.
“Me too.” You whispered, smiling at her. “Me too.” Yelena shivered as a gust of wind blew through. “Come on.” You said, standing up and holding out her hand. “Stay the night. Please.” She hesitated but took your hand and got to her feet. You brought her inside. “We have a full house but uh you can bunk with me or you can have my room and I can sleep on the couch or..”
“The couch is fine.” She said, cutting you off with a smile.
“Right.” You blushed. “I’m upstairs, first door on your left. Come get me if you need anything.” She nodded. Without thinking, you grabbed her hand again. She looked down at your connected hands. “Anything, I mean it.” You squeezed her hand. “Good night Yelena.”
“Goodnight Y/n.” You let go of her hand and walked upstairs to your room. You were surprised to feel a weight lifted off your chest as you climbed into bed. Finally sleep came easy for you.
*
A gently knock woke you up. You rubbed the sleep out of your eyes and walked over to your door. Once again you were surprised to see Yelena standing there. Her cheeks were stained with fresh tears. You pulled the emotional Black Widow into your room and down onto your bed. “Nightmare?” She didn’t have to answer for you to know. “I’m pretty cold.” You said. “I can’t really sleep when I’m cold. Can you sleep in here tonight?” You pulled your sheets back. You had a queen size bed so you had the space. The entire time Yelena was watching you carefully. You sighed. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I don’t know.” She whispered. You nodded.
“We both need sleep.” You said, climbing under the covers. “The choice is yours obviously but here you're safe.” You laid down and closed your eyes.
*
Yelena stared at your sleeping form, extremely conflicted on the emotions running through her. She woke up from a nightmare she’s had before but when she woke up, a scream almost left her lips, you were her first thought. A stranger. Someone she barely knew. But she felt safe and at a sense of peace. Natasha was right, Bartons were a unique group of people. Natalie. Yelena bit her lip and rubbed the tears out of her eyes. She missed her sister so much. The Russian crawled underneath your blanket. She was surprised how warm you were, it lured her into a dreamless sleep.
*
The service was exhausting. Everyone said kind words about Natasha, Vision, and everyone that gave their lives to protect the world. You were more focused on Yelena during the entire service, who barely said a word. As it came to a close, you were standing with Bruce at the time machine. He was getting it ready to send someone to bring the stones back. “Let me be the one to put the stones back.” His head snapped to look at you, you were surprised it didn’t give him whiplash.
“Are you insane?” He asked. “Your father would kill me if we sent you back.” You rolled your eyes at the doctor. Your father was a lot of things but there was no way he’d be able to take on the Hulk.
“Bruce, please, I want to help. I didn’t do anything last time and -” Your voice trailed off. Bruce gently placed his hand on your shoulder.
“I get it kid. But it’s far too dangerous.” You sighed, knowing he was right.
“Who's going then?” He gestured over your shoulder and you turned around. Steve changed out of his suit and into his Captain America uniform. He had a small briefcase in one hand and his shield in the other. He was talking with Wanda and Yelena. You were too far to hear what they were saying but whatever Steve said made them smile. It was nice to see. After the service, you watched as your father, Yelena, and Wanda walked by the water’s edge. You wanted to give them some space so that’s how you ended up with Bruce.
“I tried to bring her back.” He said. You looked back at him, he was tinkering with the machine. He could only use one arm as the arm he used to snap was in a sling. “When I had the gauntlet and the stones I thought I could bring her back.” He shrugged. You weren’t sure how to respond as you knew the relationship between the doctor and Black Widow was complicated. “I miss her.” You could relate to that.
“Yeah, I miss her too.”
“Everything all set?” Steve asked, walking up next to you. In place of his shield, he was holding Mjolnir. The sound of leaves crunching behind you was the indication that people were walking behind you, a quick glance and you saw Bucky and Sam. Sam was holding onto Steve’s shield.
“All set Cap.” Before he moved onto the platform, you grabbed onto his arm.
“What are you doing?” You asked. He gave you a confused look.
“Bring the stones back.” He said simply. You let go of his arms. You didn’t believe him. Something didn’t feel right. He stepped onto the platform. You couldn’t pinpoint what was wrong, it was a feeling deep in your stomach.
“Remember,” Bruce said. “You have to return the stones to the exact moment you got’em or you’re gonna open up a bunch of nasty alternative realities.”
“Don’t worry Bruce.” He hit his sleeve and his Captain America suit changed into the white tech suit.
“How long is this going to take? “ Sam asked. You bit your cheek. You were experiencing major deja vu and it was not a good one.
“For him, as long as he needs. For us, five seconds.” Bruce answered. “All right, we’ll meet you back here, okay?” He looked directly at you. His blue eyes looking onto yours. With a smile, he nodded his head.
“You bet.” His helmet went on.
“Going quantum in three…” Your heart started to beat. “Two.” You couldn’t lose anyone else. “One.” Steve disappeared. You held your breath. “And returning in five, four, three, two, one.” Bruce turned a switch. You heard it click but the platform was empty. You looked at Bruce who was looking at a small screen. Where is he? Panic started to spread through you.
“Where is he?” Sam asked.
“I’m not sure.” You couldn’t do this again. Natasha. Vision. Hell you almost lost Tony.
“Well bring him the hell back.” Bruce pressed a few buttons and the machine came back to life. It was as if you blinked because the empty platform had two figures on it both wearing the white tech suits. You knew one was Steve as his helmet disappeared and you heard Sam and Bucky yelling at him for making them worry. But your attention was on whoever Steve brought back. Their helmet disappeared and you gasped.
“Natasha.”
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Did we notice some moments from Hawkeye? So you may be asking yourself, Arlana does the TV series Hawkeye happen in this AU? The answer is yes and I will be writing it for one of my Christmas one shots!
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She's Not Alone (Multiverse Of Madness Version)
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wanda maximoff as artsy gf and natasha romanoff as genius gf who knows everything but can never art
#like wanda can figure out how to fix a door but can never math#natasha can figure out the most science shit because she picked the knowledge to make conversations#but she can never draw a fucking flower without it looking nothing like a flower#and wanda plays instrument while her gf natasha sings#ok let me go imagine this lil story for them but never write#wandanat#me-uglypretty talks
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What I should be doing: *take down notes on how to improve project production for the next project I'm assigned to, so when it begins, the kickoff phase should be a lot smoother and improve labeling of the metadata throughout the project duration*
What I'm actually doing: *writing how Natasha is getting railed by Wanda*
#wandanat#lmao i'm laughing to myself#to be fair i did what i needed to do#i'm even the one who stepped up to fix the mistakes that were made by my other teammates#this drabble should have been finished two days ago#but doubt it will be finished till the weekend#anyway i'm done ranting
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LOVE IS A RUTHLESS GAME
summary — it’s been months since natasha’s submitted to her wife, but that’s about to change. you’re lucky enough to watch the entire scene unfold
warning(s) — 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 — we’re 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
♥️⊹ ˚ . 18+, men/minors dni ⁺ 𓈒 ꒰💌꒱ ♡ ･ mommy maximoff ✧
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 hadn’t sent the excitable pups back through the door they came in at when Yelena dropped the bombshell.
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 wasn’t off limits and wiping their paws at the door was entirely foreign. You had looked at Wanda in sheer amusement when she’d tried to get the two tail-wagging pups to understand the concept of drying their paws before stepping onto her hardwood floors. They’d 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 Wanda’s presence before even considering entering fully.
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, Fanny’s head on one thigh while Lucky’s head rested on the other. Your eyes were staring straight ahead at the television screen, an old movie you hadn’t 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 didn’t 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 she’d passed you on her way out, careful not to let the dogs out with her, she’d told you she wouldn’t mind an interruption if you wanted to join her, but Natasha had pointedly been left out of that invitation.
“Where’s your girlfriend?” 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 CEO’s 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. You’d 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.
“My girlfriend, is she?” 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. “Getting a divorce that I don’t know about?”
“After tonight? We might be.” 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 wasn’t entirely intentional. She had definitely left out the part about needing someone to watch the dogs overnight on purpose, but Wanda’s reaction to the news wasn’t 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 Natasha’s mind until the doorbell rang.
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 didn’t really want waking up anytime soon. They’d finally calmed down, there was silence over the house again, and disturbing the peace felt like initiating a war. “Wanda will get over it.”
“Wanda hates dogs.” 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 didn’t 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.
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 Natasha’s 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 didn’t spare the time to admire how fast she read, merely slipped through the sliding glass door and dragged Natasha along with you.
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 didn’t fancy taking the risk of them wandering outside to find where you’d gone.
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 Natasha’s. 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.
“Please tell your wife that you’re not going to divorce her.” You deadpanned, not even sparing Natasha a glance as you firmly addressed Wanda, who raised both eyebrows in question at your demand. Wanda’s eyes, sparkling beneath the sun, looked between you and Natasha with something unreadable deep beneath them. “She’s being unreasonable. That’s my job.” You pushed further, sensing that Wanda’s silence was around for the long haul if you didn’t make the severity of the situation known. Natasha was uncharacteristically not herself in the moment, and you despised every second of it.
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. “Natalia, don’t be dense.” She rolled her eyes, accent strong as the day she’d learned how to say her first sentence. The air was thin around the three of you, Natasha’s 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.
Wanda wasn’t annoyed. No, that is absolutely not what was going on. You’d 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 she’d 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 you’d been present in their home and in their lives, you’d 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 wasn’t about her being paranoid, this was about her wanting to be reprimanded, wanting to let Wanda take over.
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 must’ve gotten a new perfume because there was something reminiscent of grapefruit lingering around her. You held your breath when Wanda’s palm connected with Natasha’s cheek, the slap sounding harsher than it was. You’d grown familiar with loud echoes after soft slaps, your ass had been discolored by them too many times. There was nothing that could’ve warned you about the harsh treatment, but Natasha didn’t waver behind you. Her knees didn’t 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 Wanda’s palm hitting cheek.
“It’s been a while since I’ve played with you, hasn’t it, kroshechnyy tantsor?” Wanda cooed, a glint of danger breaching her eyes. This was not how she handled you. You’d 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 wife’s eyes, and you noticed that she hadn’t yet spoken at your side.
“Is that what you want? You want me to play with you, milaya? Want our little duckling to know what a slut her Daddy is?” 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. “You can speak, milaya. Tell me what you want.”
“Please, Wanda.” There it was, the first utterance of Natasha’s 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.
“Detka,” Wanda looked toward you, her eyes so much softer than they had been as she peered into Natasha’s 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 wasn’t 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 Sokovian’s 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. “I 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 you’ll be able to handle it.”
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 hadn’t been at liberty to ask before, but now you had every right to know what turned your girlfriends on, and there was no way you’d 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. “Okay.” You breathed out, earning a smile from the Sokovian and a tight squeeze of your hand from the Russian. “Are you okay with me watching?” You turned the question on Natasha, assuming that considering Wanda was the one who had extended the invitation she wasn’t opposed to your presence in the room as she unraveled all the tight knots Natasha had been putting into place.
“Oh honey.” Wanda preened with an edge to her tone that had Natasha whining at your side, “Natalia is quite the fan of having an audience. My little slut thinks it’s quite the turn on to be the main attraction. Isn’t that right, shlyukha?”
Natasha nodded quickly, her eyes clouded with lust and desperation that wasn’t 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.
“Oh.” 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 they’d 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 you’d 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, Wanda’s mini lectures paying off.
“Mmm.” Wanda hummed, a smirk on her lips that didn’t 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 weren’t 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. “Detka, be a dear and help Natalia into the bedroom will you? I want her in a single-column tie before I get up there.”
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 Natasha’s hand, or maybe she had been the one to drop yours, “I don’t– What is that?”
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 wasn’t 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. “Natalia will show you. Won’t you, malen'kaya shlyushka. You’ll show our duckling how you like to be restrained to the headboard?”
“Yebat.” Natasha whimpered, her eyes flickering toward you, filled with desperate longing that didn’t seem to be Wanda’s main concern at the moment. You gnawed at your bottom lip, your eyes hooded and dark, twinged with lust that was steadily growing. “Yes.” Natasha exhaled, eyes flickering back up to meet Wanda’s when the lawyer shifted her stance and inclined her head expectantly.
“Good girl.” Wanda’s 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 hadn’t been intended for you, you still hung onto her every word. Wanda, ever observant, didn’t fight the fond expression that slipped across her features as she turned her sharp gaze to you. “You’re a good girl too, moya utenok. Now go help Natalia. I’ll make sure the ties are okay, Natty won’t get hurt. I just want you to try your best. Okay?” 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 Wanda’s assurance that your attempt wouldn’t 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.
Natasha grabbed your hand, whether it was to steady herself or to ground you, you weren’t 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. You’d forgotten about the four legged pups since coming outside, but their hot panting that dirtied the glass implied that they hadn’t forgotten about you. You didn’t 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.
“Natalia!” Wanda’s voice was precisely projected as it reached both yours and Natasha’s 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. “YA khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda.”
Natasha’s 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, “Wanda’s trying to kill you.”
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 didn’t 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 Natasha’s 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.
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.
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.
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. “We don’t want you in this case unless we tell you. What’s in here is not for you to be playing around with. The combination is our birthdays, I trust that you won’t go snooping around where you don’t belong without permission.”
“Okay.” 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. “Natty?” 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.
“Yes, dorogaya?” Natasha smiled at you softly, her hand reaching to cup your cheek though the tips of her fingers were chilled slightly from the metal she’d been grasping at. You didn’t 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. “You still okay with watching? Neither of us are going to be upset if you need to leave. Wanda and I don’t have the same rules as we do with you.”
You shook your head adamantly, wanting her to understand that their hot and heavy dynamic was not the cause of your soft question. “I’m okay. Just wanted to say I love you.”
Natasha smiled, kissing you softly in the dimly lit closet. The only light that penetrated the space came from the bedroom, but you didn’t need additional light to see the affection in her eyes. “I love you too.” 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.
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 dildo’s and strap-ons that the slavic women owned. You didn’t 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 Natasha’s, 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.
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. “Come on.” You nodded jerkily, following her back into the master bedroom where Wanda’s presence still lacked to be.
Natasha didn’t head for the bed like you’d 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 wasn’t 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.
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 hadn’t been in vain, and the ripples in her muscles held your attention for longer then they should have. You didn’t 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 you’d lost your composure Natasaha was strapping you back into it and handing you the rope.
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 wouldn’t 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 wouldn’t disappoint either one of them. Your thighs straddled Natasha’s 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.
“N-Nat.” 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. “S-Stop.” As much as you didn’t want her to, you weren’t 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.
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 Wanda’s standards. You didn’t have the opportunity to dwell on the potential failure, able to hear the door sliding against the track and the softness of Wanda’s voice as she told Fanny and Lucky to stay.
“Do they feel okay?” You checked in softly, peering down between your arms to assure that her face gave no indication of discomfort. The Russian didn’t respond, instead pulling at her arms and humming something that was inaudible with her teeth grinded together and lips pursed tight. “Nat, I need you to tell me if they feel okay.” 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 weren’t yet on the stairs that led to the room you occupied, but close enough to remind you both of how you weren’t in the positions she’d requested.
“They’re perfect, detka.” 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 Natasha’s 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 Wanda’s 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.
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.
“Good job, little duckling.” 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. “I didn’t know my sweet girl would be so skilled at tying her Daddy up.” 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 Wanda’s lips twinged into a smile of fake sympathy. “I bet that pussy’s so full, malyshka. Why don’t you tell Natalia how good you feel, this poor little pussys aching for the same treatment. Isn’t that right, slut?” You gaped at the resounding slap that echoed off Wanda’s palm as she let her hand fall across the Russian’s 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. “So wet. Did you enjoy having your little girl tie you up, Natalia?”
Natasha moaned desperately, her hips chasing after Wanda’s hand that wasn’t 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 Natasha’s 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. “You’ll learn very quickly that I do not ask twice, milaya. Use your words before you earn the same rules as Natalia.” You didn’t know Natasha’s rules, they’d never been discussed, but her silence was enough to guess that she wasn’t allowed to speak without permission.
“It feels g-good. I feel so full, N-Nat.” You cried out, hips twitching for movement that you wouldn’t 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.
Wanda’s fingers sought out Natasha’s nipples, and although yours remained untouched and entirely fine, you winced at the force behind her synchronous tugs. Natasha’s back arched off the bed and into Wanda’s 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 weren’t bound, you didn’t miss the twitch of her muscles as she strained to remain still.
Your core pleaded for more, walls fluttering around the intrusion of the toy that you hadn’t 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 Natasha’s 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 Natasha’s nipples as she twisted them harshly in tune with the other.
“Please.” 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 wasn’t pleased by her efforts, hearing the slap land on Natasha’s cheek before you could process seeing it. Wanda was quick, efficient and cruel, but Natasha wasn’t 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.
“Do not make me remind you of the rules, Natalia.” 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. “Is there something you need, moya utenok?”
“C-Can I– Please–” Your desperation had finally won over, and even without Wanda’s 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 Natasha’s eyes on you as she laid stiff and still beneath Wanda. “Please?”
Wanda hummed thoughtfully, but when she spoke, your blood ran cold with dread and shame. “It seems neither of you need my permission anymore.” She gave you a pointed glare, and your hips stuttered to a stop, no longer searching for pleasure as you shrunk beneath her glare. “Is that what you’d like, moya utenok? For Mommy to let you do whatever you please?”
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. “No! No Mommy!” 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 Wanda’s brutal ministrations, nudged her knee upward, shaking her head at Wanda when the attention fell back down to her.
When Wanda’s eyes returned to you, they were softer, greener, filled with a gentle affection that had been impossible to find second earlier. “Do you want to ride the dildo, moya lyubov’?” Her voice was softer, kinder, taking on the tone she’d always devoted to you alone. It was a complete turn around from how she’d been addressing Natasha, but the presence of her accent hadn’t wavered.
“Please Mommy!” You cried out, unsure of how many minutes you’d 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 Sokovian’s hands were braced on the Russian’s abdomen, thighs around her waist squeezing tightly and restricting movement.
“Go ahead, dorogaya. Let me hear those pretty sounds whilst I see how many edges my little slut can handle before she’s begging for mercy.” Wanda smiled eerily sweetly, casting her eyes back down to Natasha who was flush with arousal and the beginning of a grimace. “How many was it last time, hm? Ten?”
“Eleven.” 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 you’d thought was going to snap with the might of her struggles. “Wands, I want–”
“I don’t care what you want, Natalia.” Wanda quipped before the rest of the sentence could ever exist outside of Natasha’s scrambled thoughts. The Russian nodded frantically, swallowing thickly in complete submission but even her reclaimed silence wasn’t 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. “What do I keep you around for?”
“To please you.” Natasha’s 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.
“Dumb little sluts do not get to decide how I take my pleasure. Do not make me regret not gagging you.” 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.
Your hips grinded against the dildo buried deep within your pussy, guiding it across your slick walls near perfectly each time. Wanda’s 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 Natasha’s tongue, but each time the Russian grew too close to the edge, Wanda pulled away and her hand slapped harshly against Natasha’s cunt.
At the seventh edge, you’d 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.
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.
“So pretty when you cry for me. Moya khoroshen'kaya malen'kaya shlyukha. Is that what you are? My pretty little whore?” 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 Natasha’s arousal.
“Y-Yes.” 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.
“Let me hear you say it.” Wanda pushed further, the tips of her fingers tracing the softest shapes into the slickness across Natasha’s inner thighs.
There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation that crossed Natasha’s face before she was desperately crying out, “I’m your pretty little whore! P-Please Wanda! Please!”
“So fucking desperate.” Wanda tutted, a single finger sweeping through Natasha’s 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 didn’t 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.
Wanda hummed, pleased with your desperation, a fond smile pulling at her lips. “Good girl, malyshka.” 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. “I know you want to cum, sweet girl. You’ve been so good waiting for Mommy’s permission, I didn’t forget about you. You can cum whenever you want, but that’s it. You don’t need to keep up with Natalia.” 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 hadn’t 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.
Wanda’s 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 weren’t quite full. Wanda didn’t 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 Wanda’s hair but to no avail did she succeed.
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. Natasha’s 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, she’d never allowed such a thing. You’d nearly forgotten what it felt like to pleasure yourself in all the best ways, but that wasn’t really what happened anyways, you’d followed all of Wanda’s instructions, you’d waited for permission to fall over the edge, even without the touch of another, you’d never really been in control.
Your peace was shattered by a sharp and exceedingly needy while falling off of Natasha’s 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 weren’t 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 couldn’t 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.
Wanda’s 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. “You find something funny, malyshka?”
Revived from the pliable state that you’d fallen beneath at the first instance of Wanda’s unfiltered dominance, your eyes lingering on Natasha’s face for barely a moment before you returned your gaze to Wanda and feigned perfect innocence. “Natty bit off more than she can chew.” 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.
“That she did.” Wanda hummed, her fingers toying with Natasha’s sopping entrance that begged for more, but she wasn’t willing to give in. “Come here, my little duckling.” Wanda inclined her head toward where she was perched between Natasha’s thighs, and although your legs felt like jelly beneath you, you didn’t 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 you’d taken since beginning a relationship with Wanda especially, you felt painfully empty without it inside of you.
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 you’d finally reached where Wanda laid. The wind didn’t dip so far into the room that Natasha felt the chill cold, yet you wondered the response she’d 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 wasn’t allowed just yet.
“Since you find Natalia’s position so funny, detka, I want you to edge her while I ride her face.” Wanda smirked, and suddenly you weren’t finding Natasha’s 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 she’d forgotten that, or she didn’t care at all.
“But– Wanda!” You whined, desperately hoping that you’d 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 wasn’t seeing an orgasm until she’d surpassed her last record.
“Not so funny now is it, milaya?” 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 Natasha’s pink and swollen cunt. It was properly abused, fucked out and dripping onto the sheets yet still begging for more of what she wasn’t yet allowed. “What’s your choice, utenok? My little sluts running out of patience.” 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.
“Do I have to edge her?” You whispered timidly, looking pleadingly up at the Sokovian. Wanda didn’t 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.
“Good choice.” 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 Russian’s 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. “I’ll tell you what, moya lyubov’,” Wanda began, a cynical smirk on her lips as she grinded her hips against Natasha’s face, dampening the flush skin with her arousal. “if you can get Natalia close with only your fingers, I’ll allow her to cum when I do. If you can’t, we add four more edges.”
“B-But I want to taste her!” You cried out, looking at Wanda with wild eyes that begged her to fold, but she wouldn’t. This was the kindest she’d been all evening and yet it was still so painfully cruel.
“Well that’s a shame, sweetheart.” Wanda pouted, but her words were anything but sincere as she rocked against Natasha’s tongue and drug her clit against the textured surface, falling into bliss the longer she kept up with her ministrations.
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 didn’t give her the chance to grow accustomed to the feeling. Wanda wasn’t slowing down, and you knew she’d 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 you’d typically do. Your fingers curled against the softest spot of Natasha’s walls the way you knew she enjoyed, and you committed the sound of her squelching pussy to memory. You’d seen her wet before, you’d gotten her wet before, but you’d never taken the time to unravel her the way Wanda had. She was properly soaked, sheets drenched and darkened beneath her trembling thighs.
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 didn’t offer praises, didn’t let encouragement slip into the silence filled by only Wanda’s moans as hers became muffled against the cunt riding her face. You were certain they’d 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 wasn’t 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.
“Stop.” Wanda demanded, and you had no choice but to comply, your fingers coming to a halting stop within Natasha’s cunt that was so desperate for something sweet. You whimpered at the feeling of Natasha’s velvety walls fluttering around your fingers, her clit throbbing beneath your thumb as her hips squirmed wildly on the bed. There was no way you’d be sleeping here tonight, not with Wanda’s insurance that you never sleep on sheets that aren’t perfectly clean. “I’ll give you another chance, moya lyubov’, do not let it go to waste again.” 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 weren’t entirely sure, you knew she wasn’t.
You nodded frantically, all attempts to get Natasha to the edge resuming, and it wasn’t 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, Natasha’s binded hands unable to provide support like she otherwise would’ve. You didn’t wait for permission to fall from Wanda’s lips between her broken moans and breaths, tripling the efforts you’d 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 you’d 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.
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 wasn’t 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 Natasha’s face and had begun to undo the binding around her wrists, but you hadn’t 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.
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 you’d 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.
“What can I do for you?” You asked softly, voice muffled by her shoulder but she’d 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 didn’t question what she was searching for, content to just be back in Natasha’s arms.
“Just let me hold you, malyshka. You did such a good job for us.” She praised you quietly, her voice scratchy and raw from the hours of screaming she’d done. You hadn’t realized how much time had slipped away since she’d guided you into the closet by your hand, but the clock on the nightstand hadn’t lied to you yet, and the illuminated numbers indicated that two hours had been devoted to breaking Natasha down.
“I should be telling you that.” You huffed, curing further into her body, desperate to encase yourself in her warmth. Natasha didn’t mind, letting you curl around her like a little koala as she held you sweetly in the center of the bed. “I never wanna edge you again.” 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.
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. “You ever edge me again, your ass will be over my lap before you can even say your sorry.” 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. “I know Wanda scared you earlier. She gets lost in her head sometimes, she didn’t mean it.” Natasha soothed, but you’d already figured that her words from hours ago weren’t honest. They’d 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.
“I know.” You whispered, leaning in to brush your lips against Natasha’s in a soft kiss. It was the softest touch she’d felt in hours, and eagerly she leaned into it, giggling at the taste of her own arousal when your tongue brushed against hers. “Ya tebya lyublyu.” 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.
“Ya tozhe tabya lyublyu.” She mumbled back, her eyes dancing behind you when Wanda reappeared from the closet. You settled against Natasha’s chest, not wanting to leave her embrace anytime soon, and it didn’t 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.
“Privet, moy sladkiy malysh.” Wanda smiled fondly, coming to join both you and Natasha in the mess of sheets. You hadn’t 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 Natasha’s tears, and a bottle of cooling lotion quickly joined the pile. She snuggled close against Natasha’s side, her fingers tangling into the Russian’s hair in the same soft and tender way you’d grown accustomed to. “What do you need, Natty?” She asked softly but received the same answer that you had, Natasha just wanting the both of you close for a while.
Wanda sighed softly, already beginning to detangle herself from Natasha’s arms. “Let me put lotion on your wrists, then I’ll give you both all the cuddles.”
Natasha groaned, her stubborn attitude already peaking through the surface level haze that twinkled within her eyes. “They don’t even hurt that bad, let me hold you.”
“You say that every time, and every time I listen to you, you make me get out of bed at three in the morning.” Wanda rolled her eyes, but affection was clear as day in her tone as she didn’t fight the smile that tugged at the corners of her lips. “Hug your duckling, she deserves some cuddles for being such a good girl.” Wanda winked at you, and you blushed beneath her smothered praise, hiding your face in Natasha’s chest much to both of their amusement.
“The best girl.” Natasha pressed a kiss into the top of your head, her lips lingering for longer than necessary, though you weren’t 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 Natasha’s pain in any way possible. Wanda didn’t 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.
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 couldn’t 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.
It wasn’t 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, “Um, do we even have dog food?”
malen'kaya shlyushka – little slut
ya khochu, chtoby utenok byl na rozovom remeshke, kogda ya priyedu tuda. – i want the duckling on the pink strap by time i come in
privet, moy sladkiy malysh – hi, my sweet baby
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The Clubhouse
WandaNat x Female Reader
When the richest members of the country club approach you about joining their relationship, you can’t say no to them.
Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, oral (N and R receiving), strap on sex (R and W receiving), essentially sugar mommies
Note: Enjoy!
WandaNat Masterlist, Main Masterlist
“Are you alright, sweetheart?” Natasha’s raspy voice asks.
You barely hear her over the sound of your own heart beating. She is so close to you. Her hand is on your thigh, just a little too high to be friendly. Her nose presses against your neck.
“Yeah. It’s just- this is coming out of nowhere,” you say.
“Is it?” Wanda asks. Her tone is a bit condescending. You can’t help but press your thighs together at the way it makes you feel.
“We’ve been flirting with you for months now,” Natasha says. “You haven’t noticed?”
You shake your head. Wanda grabs your chin a little roughly to force you to look into her eyes. This is way too intimate for a public area of the clubhouse. A corner booth doesn’t offer much privacy.
Wanda and Natasha frequent this bar area often after their visits to the course. You never knew that they paid any attention to you working.
“Use your words, baby,” Wanda instructs.
“No, I didn’t notice,” you reply.
“That’s a shame,” Wanda says. “We thought about you every night. Didn’t we, Natasha?”
“Mhm, we did,” Natasha agrees. She moves her mouth to your neck and leaves a few opened mouth kisses. “Every night as I buried my face in my wife’s pussy I thought about what yours might taste like.”
You bite your lip and can’t help but close your eyes at the feeling of her lips, and her words make you feel unspeakable things.
Wanda presses her lips to the other side your neck, following the same delicate pattern that Natasha did.
“And when I rode her strap, I thought about how good you’d look doing the same. Being so good for us,” Wanda says.
“What did you say, baby? Will you join us?” Natasha asks.
You almost nod without speaking, but you remember Wanda said to use your words.
“Yes,” you breathe out. You’re not really sure why you agree, but you know that you want to see where this goes. “I- um- I don’t get off until 8.”
“I can fix that,” Natasha says. She gets up from beside you. You miss her warmth already.
“Let’s go to the car,” Wanda says. She holds your hand and walks with you to the door. Natasha meets you there.
“You’re free to leave,” Nat says. She places a hand on your back to lead you out of the clubhouse. “And don’t worry, this will be better than any tip you’ll get from these men.”
Outside, there is a car waiting for Wanda and Nat. They help you into the backseat with them. Their thighs press against yours as they sit close. Natasha fields a few calls on the car ride to their house.
When you arrive, the driver opens the door to reveal the absolute mansion Wanda and Nat live in. The two women walk you inside. They share a nod and Wanda walks to the other room. Natasha ushers you into the living room.
“Make yourself comfortable,” Natasha says. She gestures to the couch. You sit and watch as she makes a drink. “Would you like one?”
“I’m okay,” you reply.
“Y/n,” she says as she walks to the couch. She is wearing a fur coat that reveals enough of her chest that you want to see more. Her blonde hair is styled perfectly. “Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” you say too quickly. “Intimidated by you is actually it.”
“Ah, okay,” Natasha says. “And Wanda?”
“Same thing,” you tell her.
“We’re just people, you know.”
Wanda enters the room. She shed her blazer and is now wearing dress pants and a white blouse. Her brown hair cascades over the material.
“I made you a drink,” Natasha says to Wanda.
“Thank you, my love,” Wanda replies. She takes her drink from the table and sits on the couch on the other side of you. “So, what did I miss?”
“Oh nothing,” Nat replies.
“Did you tell her what we want?” Wanda asks as if you aren’t there. Nat shakes her head. “Well, then I will. Y/n, we are very attracted to you. And we wanted to ask you to join us. No strings attached. Just sex. What do you think?”
“I- um-”
“Wanda, don’t scare her,” Natasha jumps in. Her hand rubs your back. “We can take it slow. For example, can I kiss you?”
“Okay,” you agree.
Natasha’s hand comes to your neck as she pulls you in for a kiss. Her plump lips brush against yours softly. You feel your entire body burning with pleasure. She doesn’t deepen the kiss, but it was enough to make you think you’d say yes to anything she asked.
“How was that?” Natasha asks.
“Wow,” you say seriously. The blonde chuckles.
“Wanda, why don’t you try,” Nat tells her wife.
Wanda pulls you her way and kisses your lips much in the same way that Natasha did. She tastes different though. Her kiss is hungrier. You get the feeling this was her idea and Nat is doing it to make her happy. Not that she minds.
When Wanda stops kissing you, Natasha is quick to bring her in for a kiss. The two of them kiss in front of you. The sight of their tongues mingling alone is enough to get you off.
“You like that?” Natasha asks you. She noticed the way you were staring.
You nod. Wanda suddenly leans forward and bites your neck. It hurts but not more than it feels good.
“Words, detka. Words,” she says.
“I’m sorry,” you say.
Wanda seemingly forgives you as she kisses your lips again. Nat moves her deft fingers over your button up. It seems she is magic as she unbuttons all of them by the time Wanda moves her attention to your chest.
The brunette uses her hands to push open your shirt. Your bra falls to the side. You assume Natasha also took that off you when Wanda was distracting you with her intoxicating lips.
“So beautiful,” Wanda breathes out. “I have imagined this.”
Natasha stands from the couch. She opens her coat to reveal she is completely naked aside from a red strap connected to her hips. Your eyes go wide at the sight. Wanda grins. She takes your nipple into her mouth while she takes the other with her fingers.
“Do you want to ride my strap, baby?” Natasha asks you.
“Yes please,” you say.
“Good girl,” Natasha says.
She sits on the couch next to you, pulling you onto her lap. She moves the tip of the strap over your folds. Wanda sits up higher on the couch and takes her wife’s breast into her mouth. Natasha slips the strap into you. You press your forehead against hers as she fills you up.
“Fuck, I knew she could take your cock so well,” Wanda says.
“I know, sweetheart. She is so fucking wet and tight,” Natasha says.
“I can’t wait to taste her for myself,” Wanda says. “To make her feel so good.”
Natasha’s hands move your hips back and forth as she pounds the strap into you. She hits the sweet spot over and over again. You feel yourself losing control.
“Come for me, y/n,” Nat instructs you.
You come hard against her strap, slowing your movements until you fall against her. She kisses your head softly. A stark contrast of how she was just pounding into you. The two women give you a moment to catch your breath.
Nat helps you slip off her strap. Wanda kneels on the floor in front of the couch. She spreads your legs open again before burying her face between them. Nat situates herself behind Wanda. She pulls her pants down her legs enough to gain access to her. Nat presses her strap into her wife.
Wanda groans as she feels Nat bury herself deep into her. The taste of you gets her high quickly. You squirm under her tongue and that spurs her on further.
“So fucking good,” Natasha says, accentuating each word with the movement of her hips.
“Fuck,” you mumble. You won’t last much longer.
You see Natasha smirk as she feels Wanda coming against her. Her pleasure is enough to finish you off. Coming hard against Wanda’s tongue, you fall apart.
The two women stop their ministrations and catch their breath. Wanda takes the strap off of Natasha’s hips. She kisses the woman before directing her to sit on the couch.
“I want to see you eat her out,” Wanda says to you.
“Yes ma’am.”
You stand from the couch and kneel before Natasha. Her strong hands direct you exactly where she wants you. Natasha smirks at how in heaven you look between her legs. Wanda moves her fingers over Nat’s pussy lips to work in tandem with your tongue.
“That’s it, baby. Make her feel so good,” Wanda says. She lifts your head to kiss you before pushing you back to Natasha’s clit. You suck her until her hips stutter beneath you.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Natasha says.
Wanda removes her hand to let you have the moment when Natasha comes to yourself. She is so beautiful falling apart underneath you. Once she comes down from her high, she pulls you up into her lap. You rest your head on Natasha’s shoulder.
Wanda sits next to you and the three of you recover together.
“How do you feel, y/n?” Wanda asks.
“I’m good,” you say. And you really are.
“I think this is going to work out just fine,” Natasha says.
After that day, Natasha and Wanda continue to see you at the clubhouse. Whenever they ask you to leave with them, you never turn them down. Why would you? They are absolutely perfect.
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Don't Belong pt 1
Masterlist Natasha Masterlist
Word Count: 8392
Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader
Summary: Y/n is the adopted daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. However, when science enables her mother's to have twin boys who are biogloically both of their's, her relationship slowly changes. At 17 she's ready to move out and move on, is it too late for her moms to fix things?
Y/n's POV:
When I was 6, my life was saved by none other than the Black Widow. She came in like the hero she is and saved me from the hell that was Hydra. Whilst helping me to acclimatise to normal life, we grew close, and she was a mother figure I never had. I was so shocked when she told me that she wanted to adopt me.
It was everything that I could ever ask for. She was an amazing mom. Caring, loving and always there for me. She had this soft side that not many people got to see. To the world, and a lot of the team, she had this tough, steely exterior. But I never saw that. Not from the moment she found me. I always felt safe and loved around her.
A couple of years later, Wanda joined the team and soon enough, Mama fell in love. I never saw mama so happy. They had the perfect relationship and Wanda took me on without a second thought. When I was 9, she adopted me, and I had two loving parents.
We had quite a domestic life. Tony built us a separate suite at the compound so we could still be close by for when they were needed for missions. I loved having parents that were heroes. I was so proud of them. I ended up spending quite a bit of time with Pepper when they were on missions together, but when they came home, they always had a couple of days off to spend time with me to make up for being away. It was great.
Watching them make a difference in the world, was the reason I joined the SHIELD Young Initiative Programme. I wanted to be just like my moms. Steve became a huge support to me, and alongside him and mama, I was acing all my practicals and exams.
But before that, when I was 11, our family grew. With the help of Bruce and Tony, Mom got pregnant with twins, both biologically hers and mamas. Billy and Tommy made our family complete.
As soon as Mom got pregnant, Mama told Fury that she wouldn't be going on missions once mom got into her third trimester and that after the birth they both would be taking maternity leave. She also told him that they would only ever be sent on a mission together if it was to save the world. Otherwise, under no circumstances were they to go together. They wanted to be around for the twins as much as possible and didn't want them left on their own if they had to go on missions together.
For the first couple of years, everything was perfect. But when they became toddlers, they were a bit of a handful. It meant that mom's focus went to them and slowly I became less of a priority for them.
I found it hard as I was coming into my teenage years, and I felt like I needed my moms more than ever. But I understood at the start. I was old enough that I could look after myself and the twins needed more. But it got harder when every time I tried to talk to one of them, I was brushed off, or told to speak to them later. But later never came.
Once I hit 13, I was their personal babysitter whenever they needed it. Mama told me how they were trying to make sure that her and mom still had quality time together, so had a date night or day each week. Seems they forgot about quality time with their daughter. It got to the point I was expected to drop everything to be there for my brothers. Picking them up at school, taking them to soccer. It didn't matter what I had planned, I was expected to do my job for the family. I did it without complaining, because I thought if I could prove that I was a good sister, maybe they would start to acknowledge me more.
To try and prove myself worthy, I worked even harder for SHIELD. However, now I lost mama as my training partner. She was too busy with work or the twins to help me train. It hurt when she told me that but, thankfully, Steve stepped up more than he had. He became like a father to me. I could confide in him when my moms didn't have time. Though there were still things that I couldn't talk to him about.
Now I'm 17, working towards graduating the youth programme and into SHEILD as an official agent. We have our final exams coming up and I'm doing everything I can to be ready for them. The top two initiates will get fast tracked through the system and be able to go on missions sooner.
I want nothing more than getting that chance. I need to start making a name for myself and to stop being under my mothers' shadow. Once I wanted to be just like them, to make them proud. But now I know that's not possible. They have their perfect biological family. I was just the stray they took pity on.
"You know, you could take it easy today. You're more than capable of passing these exams even on a bad day. You'll be finishing top of the class and joining us for missions in no time." Steve tells me as he holds the punch bag for me. "I just want to be on top of my game." I tell him, hitting the bag as precisely as I could.
"Have you told your moms about the date for your final practical. I'm sure they'll want to be around when you get home." He asks, making me falter with my hits. "I did, but I don't think they were listening. Although they seemed to acknowledge it, Billy was showing them his Lego at the time." I share with him.
Steve knows what's been happening with my moms and the only reason he hasn't done anything is because I made him promise not to. All I need to do is graduate and then I can get moved into the SHIELD facility and start a new life without being a burden on my family.
"You know, you should talk to them. I know you've tried, but really sit them down and tell them how you're feeling." He tries once again. "It's been years now. If they really cared for me, they would notice that they barely see me anymore. I don't even remember the last time they said I love you." I respond, my hits getting harder.
"Ok, I'm calling this. You'll hurt yourself and then you won't even be able to complete your exams." Steve tells me, stepping between me and the bag. I sigh but know he's right. "Just try for me ok. Maybe after your exams. They'll be so proud of you." He pleads. "Ok, fine." I agree. "Now go shower kiddo. You stink!" He teases me before dodging a punch I try to land on his arm.
I smile as I head up to my room. As I walk into our apartment, I see the happy family sat together watching TV. "Hi moms." I call out when I enter. They don't even turn around, so I call out again, only to get the same response. I decide to go and join them but as soon as I sit down, I'm scolded by mom. "Y/n do you have to come in here like that. Go and shower will you." She tells me off. I look to mama who doesn't even glance in my direction. "Sorry, I was training for my final exam." I explain but once again, nothing. I let out a small humourless chuckle to myself as I leave the living room. Every day, I feel more and more like I don't belong here anymore.
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I did it! I actually passed! Not only did I pass, I topped the class. I think I even saw Fury smile. I'm so happy, nothing can burst my bubble right now. As a class, we all decide that we're going to celebrate tonight. We've been a tight group and it'll be nice to actually spend time together without having to study or practice.
I practically run back to the compound, smiling ear to ear. "Someone's happy." Steve calls out to me as I rush through the kitchen. "Someone might be your partner one day!" I call out as I keep on towards my destination of finding my parents. "Can't wait kiddo. Well done! Knew you could do it!" Steve shouts after me.
"Y/n, don't run!" Mama scolds me as I find them in the living room. "Sorry, but I have to tell you something that I know you'll want to hear." I apologise with a smile on my face. "Not now Y/n. We're about to head out. The boys just need dinner and don't let them stay up late." She tells me. That's when I notice that she's dressed up in her best jacket.
"I can't look after the twins tonight. Our class are going to celebrate." I explain, hoping she might ask why we're celebrating. But that would be wishful thinking. "Time with your friends can wait Y/n." She tells me without even looking up at me, too focused on her phone. "Can't one of the others watch them. Just for tonight. I've never asked before. But just this once. Please." I practically beg, but to no use. "Stop being selfish and just watch the boys." She snaps, making a lump form in my throat.
"Fine." I mumble, leaving the room and head out of our apartment. "Where are you going?" She calls after me. "To see Steve. Don't worry, I'll be back to watch your precious boys." I talk back whilst leaving, hearing her call after me.
I make my way to find Steve. I know he'll be excited with my results. I wipe at my eyes for the few traitorous tears that fell. "So, I hear someone will be an Avenger in no time." Tony says as I walk into the kitchen. "I think I'll stick with SHIELD." I respond. I have no desire to be a full time Avenger. I'll be around to see my moms live their perfect life without me.
"I'm proud of you kiddo." Steve smiles at me, pulling me into a hug. "Thanks, old man. I couldn't have done it without you." I tell him truthfully, squeezing him tighter. "Your mom's must be proud. Especially Nat. Now's the time for celebrating." Pepper says. "Oh, I'm babysitting the boys tonight." I respond, trying to hide my disappointment. I notice that all others share a look.
They have all noticed how my relationship has changed with my moms, but thankfully, never brought it up. "We could watch them. Let you go out with your class. I know how much you've been looking forward to it." Pepper offers kindly. "Thanks, but mama said it had to be me." I reply. "Sorry kiddo." Steve says, wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok. I better go back before I get into trouble. I just wanted to tell you all about the results." I tell them.
"Of course Y/n. We're so proud of you. I can't wait to work with you." Tony pats me on the shoulder, whilst the others all give me a hug. "We'll do something together tomorrow." Steve promises and I nod. "I'd like that." I reply, taking a deep breath before heading back home.
When I get back to the apartment, both mom and mama are waiting to go. "Good, you're back. We'll be home late." Mom tells me, turning to leave. "And we'll talk about your attitude in the morning." Mama adds on with a stern look before turning to leave. "I love you." I call out after them. No response. My head drops. I really have just become the live in nanny.
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The next day, I didn't have to face my moms in the morning. They had taken the boys to the park and out for breakfast. I didn't even get an invite. But thankfully, Steve is taking me for dinner tonight to celebrate the passing of my exams and my imminent graduation.
He's taken me to my favourite Italian restaurant. It's nice to have this time. Steve really has been the only parent I've had recently. I'm so grateful for him. "So your moms don't know?" Steve asks as I tell him that I've been told I can move into SHIELD accommodation in a few days. "I've tried, but as usual, I barely have a conversation with them anymore. They probably wouldn't even notice that I've gone." I admit the painful truth. "Do you think they even still love me?" I ask the question that has been haunting me for a long time now.
Steve looks at me with a sympathetic look. He reaches out and takes my hand. "Oh Y/n. I'm sure they do. They just got lost in the boys and have forgot, that even though you're a teenager, you still need them." He tries to defend them. "If you say so." I mumble, not believing him.
"Well, I have something that might cheer you up." Steve says, changing the subject. "Oh yeah, and what might that be Captain?" I ask with a smirk, making him roll his eyes. "I spoke with Fury, and he already has a mission for you. It's nothing too big, a simple in and out to get some data." Steve explains, making a smile grow on my face. "Really? Me on a mission already?" I question and he nods. "Fury would have had you on them earlier. You've been the best recruit the programme has seen. But he had to follow protocol. There is one downside though." He shares. "Oh God, don't tell me it's with my mother?" I ask making him laugh. "No, just this old man." He responds. "Really? I'm going with you?" I ask excitedly. "Yeah, you don't need me. But I wanted to see you in action on your first mission. I really am proud of you kiddo. I'm glad that I've had a front row seat to seeing you become the woman you have." He expresses honestly, taking me off guard.
The rest of dinner is lovely, and I have a really nice time. It's nice to actually have someone care about your achievements. However, that happiness soon disappears when I enter the apartment to two angry moms. "Where do you think you've been? You've not been answering your phone." Mama yells at me. I reach into my pocket and see that my phone is dead.
"Sorry, my cell died." I tell her, but that doesn't help. "So, are you going to share where you were without telling us? It's 10pm Y/n!" Mom now joins in. "I was having dinner with Steve." I share. "Until this late. Why would you be going out for dinner on a school night? Why didn't he ask us first?" Mama questions me.
"We went out to celebrate when I missed going with my class. And it's not a school night. The programme has finished now." I tell them, trying to keep my cool. "Is this about that party you couldn't go to last night?" Mom asks. "No, actually, it was having someone to celebrate with that I finished top of my class and am now officially a SHIELD agent!" I snap back, taking them both by surprise.
"You've had your final exams already?" Mom asks, stepping closer but I pull away. "Yeah, I have told you on a number of occasions. But apparently you don't listen to me anymore." I admit, feeling tears building. "You finished top?" Mama says proudly, but I just scoff. Her pride is too late. "Like you even care." I growl. "Don't talk to your mother like that." Mom tells me off.
"Like what? You haven't given me the time of day in years. Why do you suddenly care that I was out late. Was I not around to be your personal babysitter? Or were you just annoyed I wasn't there for the one time you noticed I wasn't around." I call them both out taking them by surprise.
"Y/n it was one night." Mom tries to deny more calmly. "No, it wasn't. It's always the twins this, the twins that. I have to make allowances for them in my life and stop what I'm doing to be there to babysit them. When was the last time that you spent any time with me? When did you last tell me you love me or even acknowledge me?" I shout, tears falling down my cheeks, as my parents stand staring at me in shock.
"I have worked my ass off with SHIELD so I can get in and earn my spot with them. Where I can have my own place and start a life for myself. Because I clearly haven't been a part of this family for a long time." I share how I've been feeling. I notice that both their eyes tear up. "Oh Y/n, sweetheart, that's not the case. Of course you belong." Mama tries to argue, moving closer with a shaky hand out in front of her. I don't reach out. In fact, I move away. "Well neither of your actions have shown it in the last few years." I point out, making mom cry harder. "Look it's fine. I get it. I'm not your biological child. Billy and Tommy are. I'll always be grateful for you saving me from Hydra, but you've got your family now. Don't worry, I'll be gone in a couple of days." I say sadly before heading to my room, my moms frozen in shock in their spot.
I slam the door shut behind me, locking it and falling onto my bed. I bury my head into the pillow and sob. All the emotions I've been bottling up come out. My whole body wracks with each sob as I realise, it's official. I really have lost my family now.
Nat's POV:
I feel the tears slowly falling down my cheeks as I realise that my daughter stood before me as a broken girl who thinks her moms don't love her anymore. By the time I come to my senses, Y/n is already gone, and I'm left facing my wife who is sobbing. "Have we really been putting the boys first so much she thinks that we don't want her anymore?" I say at a whisper, my voice getting caught in my throat.
"It's my fault. Things changed when I came into the picture, and we started trying for our own babies. We didn't even consider how that must have made her feel. We didn't even reassure her that we would still love her just as much, regardless of if the boys were ours biologically or not." Wanda responds.
I quickly move forward and wrap my arms around her. "It's not your fault my love. We both wanted that. Our lives are significantly better with you in them Wanda. But you're right. We should have tried harder to make sure we involved Y/n and showed her will still love her." I comfort her.
I can't believe that I've let Y/n get to this point. The day I found her in that cell, she changed my life for the better. She not only made me a mother, but she made me more human. She made me see there was more than being an Avenger. She is the reason that I who I am today. Yet I've neglected her. I got so focused on the twins that I didn't even notice how little I have seen Y/n.
"We should go and talk to her." I suggest whilst Wanda still clings to me. "She was angry. We should give her some space. Let's take her for breakfast in the morning. I'll ask Pepper to watch the boys and we can start to make this right." She counters. "But..." I start, not wanting to leave this longer than we have to. "This is our daughter we're talking about. She has your temper." Wanda tearily chuckles. "Hey!" I poorly defend. She's right though. She might not be biologically mine, but she is my mini me.
That night I don't sleep. All I can think of is every time that I blew Y/n off and decided to spend time with the twins instead. When did we stop doing things as a family? I try and think of the last time I trained with her or helped her prepare for her exams. God, how did I not even know she was taking them this week?! "Your thoughts are loud Detka." Wanda mumbles sleepily as she turns over to look at me. When she sees the distress on my face, she gives me a sympathetic smile. "She has worked so hard, and we didn't even know she was completing her final exams. She told us yet neither of us remembered or even heard her apparently. We are awful moms!" I sigh.
Wanda moves and pulls me into her embrace. "I know. I feel awful too. I'm so proud of her though. She finished top. She's just like you." She shares. "She's moving out." I realise whilst Wanda just looks at me confused. "What do you mean?" She questions. "She said she would be gone in a few days. She must have been assigned a room at SHIELD. Our little girl was ready to leave the nest and we didn't even know." I respond, another wave of sadness washing over me.
"We'll talk to her and make her see that she is still very much wanted here. If she still wants to move out that's fine, but she has to know that we love her and always have. We can't change the past but we sure as hell can make sure we change the future and how see feels." She says determined.
Neither of us really sleep. I think we regret not talking to her last night. But our tiredness soon takes over and we get some much need kip. It definitely won't do any of us favours when we talk to Y/n in the morning. She won't make it easy on us and I don't want to snap because I'm too tired.
When we eventually get up, we check on the boys and I go to ask Pepper if she would mind watching the boys. "Is Y/n not available?" Pepper asks with a humourless chuckle. "What? No, we're going to take her to breakfast." I respond, surprised at the bite to her tone. She hums in surprise. "I'll take the boys. Make sure you treat that girl. She definitely deserves it." She tells me firmly. I nod and thank her before going to get the boys.
"Everything ok?" Wanda asks me when I take Billy from her. "Whilst we've been failing to notice Y/n, I think everyone else has noticed our behaviour. It's very frosty down there." I tell her and she nods sadly. I guess we can't expect anything less.
It makes me wonder what could have happened if we didn't have everyone else around. They have clearly been supportive to her and been there when Wanda and I should have. What if she didn't have that support, would she have even still been with us?
Shaking off the thought, Wanda and I take the boys to the compound living room, where we receive a number of glares from the team that were there. Thankfully, nothing is said, but my guilt keeps on growing.
With the boys sorted, I take Wanda's hand and we head to Y/n's room. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. We wait anxiously but get no response. I try again, calling out to her this time. "Y/n, honey. Can we come in?" I ask, but once again, we're met by silence.
I look to Wanda who's got a concerned look on her face. "Sweetheart, we're going to come in now." Wanda speaks up and pushes down on the door handle. I'm surprised when it opens but that is soon replaced by shock when I see her room practically empty. There are a couple of boxes with her stuff in, but most of her clothes have gone.
I let go of Wanda's hand and quickly move into the ensuite to see if she's in there, but I'm met by more empty cabinets. Panic builds within me to know that she's gone. "Where is she?" Wanda asks as stands by the chest of draws, picking up photos that had been turned upside. She lets out a muffled sob when she sees they're our family photos. What have we done to our daughter.
"She's probably asked Fury if she could move sooner. Considering how much he loves her, I'm sure he would have done anything to get her in as soon as possible." I respond, letting out a sigh. "But she's only 17. She's still a kid." Wanda argues. "I know babe. But when she signed up, it was part of the contract that I signed as her parent. Besides, she turns 18 next week and we'd have no say anyway." I admit.
"Shit, is it already her birthday? We've done nothing to prepare for that. In fact, I'm sure we both forgot." Wanda exhales, running her hands through her hair, whilst I made sure all the photos were back upright. Though, I notice our last family photo was back when Y/n was just 15. We've got hundreds of photos with the twins, but it's been over two years since we've had a complete family photo.
Wanting to know that Y/n is ok, I grab my phone out and hit Fury's number. It rings out and I let out a sigh before trying Maria. "Romanoff." She greets me. "Hill, I was wondering if you could tell me if Y/n has moved into her room yet and if so where she's been placed. Wanda and I want to surprise her." I try my luck.
"I'm sorry, Y/n has asked that we don't disclose her room location at the moment. She has been allowed early move in, so will be in a position to share once the other agents are moving." Hill responds. "Please, Maria, I'm asking you as a friend. We really need to see Y/n." I plead, hoping she'll have sympathy on me. "And I'm telling you as a friend that how you treated your own daughter is unacceptable. Do you know why she was the best cadet to come through?" She calls me out. "No." I respond in a whisper. "Initially it was because she was trying to be just like her hero mothers. But she got even better when she was fighting to make her own name for herself to start her life over. I watched her personality change to become guarded and her walls built high. That's what you did to her Nat." She scolds me through the phone.
"I know Maria. We have fucked up more than we thought possible and we're trying to make this right. We can't do that if we can't even speak with her." I counter. "This isn't something you can just fix with a talk and a hug. This is years of you slowly neglecting her. Pushing yourself onto her is not going to help with that." Maria warns me. I know she's right. We'll end up pushing Y/n away if we're not careful. But I also know that I can't wait to fix this. I want my baby girl to know how much I love her. Despite my inability to show her these last few years.
Wanda and I spend the day trying to get any information on where Y/n might be. We get a lot of cold shoulders, and our questions often go answered. I even spend time hanging around the Shield accommodation to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. My lucks not in and I return home deflated.
When I walk through the door, a smile forms on my face as I see Wanda giving the boys dinner. "Any luck?" She asks. I just shake my head. "We'll find her." She says confidently. "When was the last time we had dinner with Y/n?" I ask, looking to Wanda who's looking at me sympathetically. "Detka, you are punishing yourself by think that." She scolds me lightly. "It's true though. She asked when we last said I love you to her. I've been trying to think, and I don't remember. How can a mother not remember when they last said I love you to their child. Have we really subconsciously disregarded her because she isn't biologically ours?" I share my thoughts, tears falling freely down my face.
Wanda quickly moves from the table, leaving the boys to carry on talking about the latest Nintendo game they're playing. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in close. "We let ourselves get lost in the boys. They were a handful and we were blessed with a daughter who was selfless and caring. Subconsciously, we took advantage of that. But that changes now ok." She responds as I nod in the crock of her neck. We really need to fix this.
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It's been a few days and we've still had no luck in seeing Y/n. Wanda and I decided to go to Shield to talk to Fury today, whilst the boys were in school. I head straight to his office, knocking twice before heading in, not caring if he's busy. "Romanoff, Maximoff. What can I do for you?" He asks, moving his gaze from the laptop in front of him.
"It's been long enough now Fury. The other agents have started moving in and Y/n is still only 17, so tell us where she is staying." I demand, my tone harsh. "I can give you her room allocation, but she's not there." Fury responds, just angering me more. "Then where the hell is she?!" I shout, only calming down when I feel Wanda squeeze my hand. "She's on a mission. She'll back tomorrow." He responds nonchalantly.
"A mission? She's 17 Fury! How is she already going on a mission?!" Wanda responds before I even manage to direct my own anger into words. "She is almost 18 and finished top of her class. You knew that was a possibility when you signed her up Romanoff. She has the potential to be the best agent we've seen. She is ready." Fury retorts, but I'm still not happy. "She's just a kid, she could get hurt." I growl, worry taking over me.
"Natasha, she is far from the kid you think she is. If you still trained with her, you'd see that she can almost beat Steve in hand to hand combat and her weapons skill matches your own, if not better in some instances." He points out and I realise how little I actually know my daughter right now. "Look, I'll keep you posted when she's back." Fury concedes after a moment silence.
"Thank you. Is she on her own?" I ask but he shakes his head. "Steve went to be on comms." He replies and that puts my mind at ease a little. He loves her like his own, he'll do everything that he can to protect her. "Ok. Thank you." I say, taking Wanda's hand a heading home.
"We've missed so much Nat. Y/n used to tell us everything about her training and classes. We've created an environment where she doesn't feel like she can share with us anymore. She was probably so excited to get a chance on her first mission. But instead of us being with her and making sure she's prepared, we didn't even know she had gone." Wanda agonises.
"I'm worried that we may not be able to fix this. If her walls have gone up, they'll be near impossible to knock them down." I sigh. "You had walls once. What helped you to let them down?" Wanda asks. "Y/n." I respond, my gaze dropping to my hands. "Then we find away to be the same for her." Wanda tries to comfort me. But how can the people that caused her this pain, be the ones to pull her through.
The next morning is quiet whilst we get the boys ready for school. They asked this morning where Y/n was and that they missed her. It broke my heart. Because of our actions, not only is Y/n feeling alone, isolated, and not part of this family, but her brother might lose the chance of having their sister in their lives.
When we get home, we end up just sat waiting for any news that Y/n is on her way home so we can greet her. I want to be able to hear all about how her first mission went and actually be apart of something so special to her. I may not have shown it, but I've always been proud of her. She is talented and I loved training with her. I had always planned to join her again once the twins were old enough. But I didn't and it seems that I have missed out on so much.
Whilst I'm preparing lunch, I hear Friday's alarm go off and my ears tune in. "Emergency medical team to the landing bay. Emergency medical team to the landing bay." I don't even think before I'm dropping the knife onto the countertop. I go to call for Wanda, but she rushes in from the bedroom. "Something's wrong with Jess. I can feel it." She says worriedly. "Let's go." I say, taking her hand and rushing through the compound to get to the landing bay.
Cho is waiting, along with a nursing staff. "Is it Y/n?" I ask as we come to a halt next to her. It feels like an age before she responds. A small nod of the head breaks my heart. "H-how bad?" Wanda asks, a tremble to her voice. "Steve confirmed a gunshot wound. She's lost a lot of blood." She responds. I run my hand through my hair, my stomach in knots.
It feels like the world around me has become muffled. I don't hear the orders that Cho is giving her team. Had I been able to, maybe I would have known more about her condition. My chest feels tight at the thought of her being hurt and the chance that she might not make it.
It's not until a pair of hands cup my face, that I zone back into the environment around me. "Breathe for me baby." Wanda's shaking voice tries to calm me. But the complete fear in her own eyes doesn't do much to help. We're facing losing our daughter and she doubts the depths of our love for her.
I do my best to bring myself out of this panic attack. I can't be a broken version of myself. My wife and family need me more than ever. If I can't pull through now, I'm not worthy to be a mother. "That's it detka. Deep breathes." Wanda guides me. I take one more deep breath and stand straighter. This isn't about me.
I can see a frown on Wanda's face form as she sees me put up my own walls. I know that she hates when I do this, but it's the only way I know how to get through what's about to happen without completely breaking down.
It's not long until the QuinJet comes into sight and slowly starts to descend on to the landing pad. I feel like I'm holding my breath as we wait for the ramp to lower, and we can see how bad this is. My heart is thumping against my chest as it begins to lower, and I see Steve's face first.
Cho and her team move forward, a bed waiting, whilst Wanda and I hold back. I want to be by her side straight away, but I also know that we'll just be a hinderance to her care if we insist on being with her.
When we get a full view of Steve, I hear Wanda let out a sob beside me. He's holding our unconscious daughter in his arms. His own suit is covered in blood and my eyes instantly land on the blooded dressing on her stomach. "I tried to staunch the bleeding as best I could. But it just kept coming." Steve explains. I've never seen him so shaken up before.
He places Y/n on the hospital bed and moves out the way, before staring at his bloodied hands. Cho doesn't wait before rushing Y/n off to the medical bay, the three of us closely following behind.
"Is she going to be ok?" I ask as they start to get to work. But before she has a chance to respond, the machines start to go crazy and they move even faster to help my daughter. "I can't answer that right now Agent Romanoff. I need to focus on Y/n, but I promise I'll keep you updated." Cho says, her polite way of telling us to leave. I'm reluctant, knowing that in this moment, Y/n is on the verge of life or death. But with a subtle tug of my hand from Wanda, I follow to watch through the window outside.
My gaze doesn't leave my daughter as I watch over as the team work to save her life. I don't notice that another person has joined us until I hear a bang from behind me. My head shoots around where I see Steve pinning Fury to the wall. "You told us it was empty! That all she needed was to get to the drive and out again." Steve growls at Fury who's holding his hand up in surrender. "I know." He responds, but Steve isn't happy when he slams him against the wall again.
"Then why the hell is she led in that hospital fighting for her life. There was a whole guard waiting for her!" Steve yells. This information makes the anger inside me grow. "You sent her into an ambush?!" I join in now, furious that he has put my daughter in danger.
"I didn't know! I'm as surprised as you are." Fury tries to explain, but Steve isn't letting up. "Talk!" Steve spits. "I had an agent scout the base for two weeks! Every report was how there was no activity. I would never have sent her had I know there was any more risk. It was supposed to be an easy mission for her first." Fury explains.
I can see the honesty in his eyes, and I know Steve does too. Fury has been like family to Y/n and I do trust he would never willingly put her in unnecessary danger. "So, either Hydra suddenly decided to man the base or..." Steve starts. "The agent tipped them off." I finish off as Fury nods. "I've detained the agent, and he broke within minutes. It was a perfect opportunity for them to fight you without back up." Fury shares as Steve lets him go. "Except I wasn't meant to go in. So, they were faced with Y/n." Steve concludes.
"I'm sorry Nat. I really am. I never would put Y/n in danger like that. I wanted her to have a successful first mission. One that would build her confidence." Fury apologises with a sincerity that he rarely shows. "I want to see him." I state firmly, to which Fury sighs. "Me too. It's because of him that our daughter is fighting for her life." Wanda steps beside me, her eyes glowing red. "Not now, not while you're both angry and worried." Fury refuses. "He could be the reason my daughter dies!" I shout at him, but he doesn't budge. "And he'll also be the reason I have to arrest you for killing him. If it's not you it'll be Wanda. I'm not letting either of you do that." Fury once again declines.
In a huff, I drop to the seat in the waiting room, my head falling into my hands. He's right. I will kill him if I get my hands on him. "Be here for Y/n. She needs you now more than ever. Leave the rest to me. I can promise that he will not get away with it." Fury orders, the formality coming back into his tone. We all reluctantly agree, and he leaves content that, for now, a homicide will not be occurring.
"What happened?" I ask Steve when the silence becomes almost unbearable. He takes the seat next to me and his gaze falls to his blooded hands. "It was meant to be a simple mission to test her hacking. I was in the QuinJet for support, and she was to go in, get to the mainframe computer and download as much data as possible." He starts and I nod along. "It was going fine, and she was doing everything by the book, clearing each room one by one. Part of me was sure she would be just like you and be impatient to get what she needed." He shares, with a small smile, making me chuckle. "Thankfully, she's a far better agent than I am." I respond, feeling Wanda's hand interlink with mine.
"It was as she got to the second floor, she said something felt off. It was warmer and it didn't smell as damp and musty. She said there were signs that this floor had been used recently. Knowing the risk that could entail, I told her to pull back and we'd get a team to help us clear the base. It wasn't something we should be doing on our own." He continues to explain, my anger towards the double agent increasing by the minute. But I also feel pride at how she was able to establish that something was wrong.
"She did as I ordered, but she was ambushed on her way out. I was already on my way in to meet her when I heard gunshots start. By the time I reached her, all the agents were down around her, but an alarm was blaring, and I knew others would be on their way. I grabbed at Y/n's arm, but she didn't move. As I moved in front of her, it was then I saw where her gaze was fixed. She's been hit. I got her out of there as quickly as I could and set the QuinJet to fly on autopilot. I tried everything that I could to stop the bleeding, but there was just so much. I-I...." Steve starts to crumble as he aggressively rubs at the blood on his hands.
I reach out and place my hands over his, stopping his actions. "I know you would have done everything you could Steve. We don't blame you. I'm so grateful that you were there to help our daughter." I try to reassure him. "I'm going to clean up. I can't sit here with...this on my hands any longer." Steve says, standing up holding his hands out in front of him.
Silence falls again when it's just Wanda and me. I want to look through the window again, but I don't think I can see them working on her. If she dies, I can't watch that. She looked so small as Steve laid her on the bed. "I had always hoped I'd be with her on her first mission." I speak up, guilt building once again. "Hmm" Wanda responds, turning to look at me. "When we used to train together, I always knew she would be one of the best the agency we would see. I couldn't wait to work along side her. My pride was overwhelming." I share as Wanda smiles softly at me.
"What happened? Why did I let myself lose sight of her. I have no excuse for treating her how I did. When I adopted her, I promised that she would always be loved and safe. Look at her now. I wouldn't blame her if she never forgives me." I lament, tears stinging my eyes. "It wasn't just you babe. We both have done wrong by Y/n and it's not forgivable. But we can work to earn her trust back and be the mothers that she deserves." She tries to comfort me.
"What if she doesn't make it and we don't have a chance to make things right? Or she does make it through, but she wants nothing to do with us?" I question in a panic. "I think she always hoped you'd eventually pull your heads out your asses." Steves voice takes us both by surprise as he rejoins us in a pair of sweats and a hoody. "What do you mean?" I ask, confused.
"Fury loves that kid. If she had asked to move out sooner, he would have allowed her too. I think part of her didn't want to go just in case you started being the loving and caring mothers you once were. Ultimately, she was still a kid and desperate to still have you in her life." He clarifies. "But she had already gone. We blew our last shot." Wanda speaks up. "Maybe you're right. But if anyone is worth fighting for. It's her." Steve points out and I couldn't agree more. I know that I'll do anything in my power to make things right and hopefully prove to my daughter that I love her more than I can express.
After hours of waiting, too scared to even glance through the window, Cho comes out of the medical room with a solemn look, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I feel my breathing pick up once again, the thought of not being able to fix everything with Y/n becomes suffocating. It's not until Wanda grasps my hand that I find myself zoning back in.
"H-how is s-she?" I find myself asking in a quiet, unsure voice. Cho sighs and takes the seat opposite us, her hands interlocked. "Y/n suffered a gunshot wound to her abdomen. The bullet went straight through her liver. We were required to remove part of her liver, to ensure we saved her life. This was harder with the amount of blood that she lost. However, we were able to stabilise her before repairing the damage done to her liver." She explains.
"So, she's going to be, ok?" Wanda asks to clarify. "It's going to be touch and go. She's extremely weak right now and the next couple of days are going to be critical to her recovery. If she can pull through these next few days, I believe she'll make a full recovery. Though it'll take a lot of rehab to adjust to the changes to her body." Cho confirms.
I let out a small sob, knowing that she can pull through this. I have to believe that she will make it through these next few days, and we can be there to support her through her recovery. "Will she be able to return to full field duties?" Steve asks, clearly agitating Wanda. "Really Steve. That's what you're concerned about right now?" She snaps.
He turns to look at us and I know exactly why he's asking. "The SHIELD programme is everything to Y/n. To lose it after only just achieving it, that will crush her." Steve defends. "I think she would rather be alive right now." Wanda snaps back. "You just don't want to face that the honest truth is that without this programme, Y/n will feel like she has nothing, and I hate to say it, but she won't be too happy about being alive." Steve shares, an angry, yet sad look on his face.
Wanda goes to argue back, a look of hurt washing over her face. But I hold my hand up to stop her. "He's right my love." I interrupt her, making her snap her head to me. "SHIELD was the only family she thought that she had after she believed that she didn't belong in this family anymore. It will break her if she can't carry on what she worked so hard to achieve." I admit sadly.
I lock eyes with Wanda, and I see her heartbreak even further, if that's possible. "It'll take time and a lot of hard work, but I believe that Y/n would be able to return to full duties within SHIELD." Cho chips in, reminding us all that she was still in the room. "But first, she needs to get through the next few days." She reiterates, making all of us nod.
"Can we see her?" I ask, desperate to be with her and to hold her hand. "Of course. I'll be in my office, but the nursing staff will monitor her hourly." She smiles at us and leaves us to it. I take Wanda's hand and lead her towards the door and slowly push the door open. I let out a gasp when I see my little girl led in bed. She has a tube down her throat and wires attached to so many machines.
I've seen many people in this situation. But when it's your own daughter, there aren't words to describe the pain you feel. How helpless you are to make them better. All you can do is sit and watch as you wait for fate to take its course. Praying that you get your daughter back.
I instantly move to take a seat next to her bed, taking her hand in mine and holding it tightly. I notice the bruising to her knuckles, showing she fought. It brings a small smile of pride to my face.
Wanda goes to the opposite side of the bed and gently places her hand on Y/n's head. "I'm so sorry moya Lyubov." She whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. "We promise we're going to make things right. We are so sorry that you ever felt like you didn't belong in this family. You'll never doubt this again!" I make promise to her now, one that I will repeat when she wakes up. Because she will wake up.
Part 2
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(1) a classic get-together | I got a bad idea series
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southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader
tw: mention of past animal death (horse), alcohol discussion and consumption (r), r gets drunk, messy family dynamics, R is an emotional drunk lmao (enjoy the embarrassment), introduction chapter (I’m sorry if it’s boring, but this sets up the story haha)
a/n: NOT proofread. I’m so sorry for the choppy writing and if there’s any grammar or spelling errors. I’m publishing this right after I had finished writing it. Please be patience with me, I’ll edit later tonight :)
The fields that stretch in for miles and fresh breeze brings a sense of nostalgia when you step out from the car. Small rocks grind together under your feet as you make your way up towards the door. You greet your grandparents with a smile, shrugging your bag further onto your back to hug them comfortably.
“Oh dear, let me grab that for you.”
Your grandpa reaches behind you to remove the weight from your back. You thank him and turn back to your grandma.
“It’s so good to see you,” she starts, “how’s the job doing?”
“Good, pretty good.”
Your mom comes up behind you, resting a hand on your shoulder, “my sister’s family is coming behind us. Can you help them bring their stuff inside?”
You nod at her request, kicking your shoes off and following them inside. Being in the city you’ve had a few dreams about their home. Now being back in town, it feels unreal.
“You can take the guest room upstairs, I have set some blankets out since our AC doesn’t work very well keeping the chill out.”
You thank her and walk behind your grandfather towards the stairway. Each step elicits a cracking sound from the old wooden stairs. He sets your stuff on the bed and pulls you into another hug.
“It’s so good to see you again, it’s been what, almost five years?”
“That’s too long,” you relax into the hug, “it’s good to see you too.”
“We got a new horse. We’d love for you to take him out sometime to get him used to another rider.”
“Well, I can try later in the week.”
He leaves you alone, giving you time to unload your stuff into the drawers. You’re tucking your duffel under the bed when excited voices from below float into the room. There were five more entering into the room, exchanging hugs with one another.
You wonder down the stairs, a smile on your face as you greet everyone you from across. Keeping true to your promise, you walk out to their car to carry any extra luggage they had during their drive down. Your aunt pulls you into probably the tenth hug you’ve had today, and definitely not the last.
“You’ve grown so much. Last I saw you was when you were a senior in high school.”
“And since then you’ve had another son,” you squeeze her hands to show your elation, “congrats.”
She laughs and waves you off, “thank you. How’s your job been treating you?”
“It’s good,” you almost wheeze from the weight of her suitcase. Trying to drag it up the stairs was impossible, she had to help you lift.
Each hour passed brought more people until almost fifty people were residing in the house. There weren’t enough rooms for everyone. Those who didn’t have a room had booked a hotel room not too far away.
It was a flurry of people back to back. The building wasn’t small, but it wasn’t the best space to host multiple family members.
A surprised noise sounds from you when your grandpa comes up behind you and drags you towards his bedroom.
“I’ve been re-fixing the fence out there after that storm a couple weeks ago, and I found this. I want to give it to you before I forget.”
He places a heavy object into your hands. You turn your wrist, flipping the item to look at it better.
“Is this the international coin I lost as a kid?”
He nods and you look at him crazy, “how?”
“You raved over that. Came and told me you were going to be an archeologist. Now here you are in corporate.”
You roll your eyes dramatically and put it in your back pocket, “life isn’t very fair. I would have done that if I could understand math.”
“That’s alright. I’m not good at math either, I leave that to my wife,” he says with a weird laugh, leading you back into the hallway.
The youngest in the family, a cousin of yours, comes barreling towards the two of you. You’re quick to pick him up and rest him on your hip. Though having three younger siblings was a mess in and of itself, it helped you and other’s when you were able to care for the kids during events like these.
“While the others finish setting everything up, would you be alright with watching him until then?”
“I don’t mind,” your answer brings a smile to his face.
You wondered back into your bedroom, reaching into the old closet to grab a few things before heading back downstairs. He squirmed in your arms, whining about being let go so he could find the horses.
It was a matter of time before him, and the three other little ones, spent their time outside with the animals. They believed it was a 24/7 petting zoo where they could slap their hands on an animal for hours and laugh at every movement they made.
For now since the sun was beginning to set, the entertainment had to be inside. That news was seemingly the worse thing to tell him.
“But why?”
“Because it’s dark, there could be a fox out there. They’re not like the horses, they’ll bite.”
“Horses bite.”
“Yes, but for a different reason. That’s because you’re giving them food.”
He has yet to understand that horses can be devils, but now isn’t the time to scare him of the one thing he enjoys seeing. Your aunt is happy to see you with him, and she tells you such.
“Oh it’s no problem.”
“Thank you still for watching him. Once everything is set I can take him.”
“All good. I’ve done this for most of my life it’s like second nature.”
With a squeeze to your shoulder, she’s left to head back to chatting with your parents.
Your grandfather brings you to sit on the couch, letting your cousin play on the almost uncomfortable rug.
“We now have a minute to talk. How’s New York?”
“It’s beautiful, definitely smells at times.”
“Ah, just like here. Your mom told me when you got here that you’re thinking of staying up there, is that right?”
“I think so,” you look down, watching your cousin, “I feel more at peace there.”
“You mean scooping up horse manure isn’t for you? Or hauling hay? Or driving an hour to the store to get more feed?”
“No, not anymore.”
He laughs, “and I was going to ask you to help around this week.”
“Oh,” you start to feel bad, “well I don’t mind—“
He jumps up from his seat, the action causing you to jerk back, “alrighty, thank you.”
He allows no do-overs as he wonders towards the front door. His hands come to grab a nearby person and he shoves them towards you.
“I watched you get roped into work.”
“I didn’t get roped in. I was going to help regardless, or else I’d be staying here for free.”
Your younger brother grins, “or maybe it’s because I’ve had to do all of it while you’ve been gone.”
“I know, you’ve told me this every day since I’ve gotten back.”
He shrugs, “it’s the truth.”
He reaches behind himself and reaches into the cooler, handing you a can. You go to move it out of your face, but he persists.
“I know you’re a lightweight, but one drink? Gonna turn down one?”
The door opens and another group you don’t recognize walks in, you’re taking it from his hands while he’s distracted. You crack the top off on the opener beside you.
“It’s not that I don’t want to be here, it’s that I don’t want to be here with so many people,” he tells you, jumping back when the bottle cap flings at him.
“That’s because you’re an introvert.”
“I can talk to people though.”
“Are you stupid? I’m not calling you awkward, I’m saying you don’t like crowds.”
“That’s the same thing.”
He watches you drink it with a wince, “you didn’t have to do all that to prove a point. You’re still a lightweight at the end of the night.”
“No, I did that because ma’s coming toward us.”
He gives you a faux pout as you get dragged off by your grandma. She brings you to the front of the house, past where a few people had gathered in random spots of the living room.
“I wanted to introduce you because I’m not sure if you remember who they are,” she begins, and her words hit a nerve. She acts like you have dementia after a five year break, but still you put your hand out.
“It’s nice to see you again.”
“You as well,” she responds, and it’s then you realize you don’t remember who they are. The room fades slightly as you wrack your already dizzy mind for something.
Your grandma looks at you funny, “have you had something to drink already?”
In the distance you swear you hear your brother laugh. The mood grows more awkward with each minute. You’re grateful for the people around giving a sense of community while you feel like strangers to those in front of you.
“Neighbors, right? I think we met just before I left for college.”
A short conversation later and the memories appear more clearly. The two talking with your grandparents just before they had driven you to the airport. It was short, but you’re thankful you remember as it allowed you to dodge your grandma’s last question.
Your grandma seats them in the sun room and promptly leaves the three of you, saying she needed to make sure her husband wasn’t ruining the labeling of food.
“How was college?”
You look to the one with a braid, the one whose hands were rough when they shook yours, “it was alright. I graduated.”
“Glad you did what you go to college for.”
Her delivery falls flat and it makes your heart race. Your eyes slightly water, the sight making her face squeeze into confusion.
“How much have you drank tonight?”
“One,” you say with a pitiful sniffle.
“Lightweight?”
You nod and they look at you in amusement. Your eyes follow where they’re looking and they land on the half full bottle in your hands, “oh whoops my bad. Actually this is my second.”
You lift the bottle with a proud look and one has the audacity to clap. You smile silly at the affection and ramble into your city life, delving deep into the tea between you and your boss. The two stay seated, hands interwoven as they enjoy the show you’re giving them.
The wall against your bicep is cold. With the way your body was warming, your skin chased after the feeling. You find your face leaning into it before your whole body is on the ground, right by the doorway.
You were sure you were maintaining wonderful conversation with the two new faces, but everything you remember was becoming a blur. It felt like ten seconds, but it happened open the span of ten minutes. The embarrassment had completely disappeared as you laid there unsuspecting, growing incredibly wasted.
One of the women, the one you recognize as short braid, sits beside you. She puts a hand to your forehead but you try to push it off.
“No,” you cry, “you’re mean.”
“Her face is burning,” she relays the information to her wife. The two look at you in amusement as well as concern.
“I’m burning because a beautiful woman is touching me.”
Your sober self is grateful she chose to ignore what you said. Hands lift you off the ground until you’re lying down on a softer surface, and definitely colder. The pressure on your arm leaves and it spirals you downwards.
You can hear them talking in the back, a man’s voice between them. What they’re saying, you can understand but you’re not grasping anything. With your mind focused on how the cold hand left you, nothing else seems to be your focus. It’s the creaking of the door shutting that feels like you’re drowning.
“Don’t leave me,” you look blearily at the door, “please.”
You hear a laugh, but it doesn’t register as anything other than someone mocking you.
“Fine, then leave me here like to always do.”
“Nobody’s leaving you.”
“No it’s okay. You just hate me”
The expression and dramatic nature exuding from you is hilarious. Every small laugh coming from you throws them off when more tears glisten down your cheeks
“Nobody here is upset at you, angel,” wanda’s hand rubs gentle circles against your back. You find yourself leaning into it, the tears stopping as your mind clears. The floor creeks and you’re being sit up.
“I don’t feel super great,” you mumble to them, “I’m sorry for being annoying.”
“Not annoying,” wanda responds and tilts to your head back, “I have some water and I’d like you to drink some, okay?”
After you’re laying back on the bed immediately. The world had begun to feel dizzying, almost nauseating when she held you upright. Without her hand there, you’d surely pass out.
The room is suddenly too quiet. You had tried to see them but the overhead light took a stab at your already overwhelming headache.
“We’re still here. How’re you feeling?”
“Death.”
Wanda laughs softly and Natasha feels your forehead again, “you don’t feel as hot.“
Your mother enters in then, and you attempt to sit up but you wince. A cry spewing from you, “I can’t see anymore, mom.”
She clicks her teeth, “mom told me you drank too much. Should’ve known. Thank you for helping, I can deal with her from here.”
Natasha’s wrists are enclosed in a tight embrace, your hands squeezing the life out of them with as much strength as you had.
“Please don’t leave me with her,” you whine, “she’ll toss me around.”
The clock beside them reads 11:28PM. She looked to it and sighed, deciding it was too late to deal with anything. Wanda stood from the bed, crossing the room to stand by her.
“I love her but she’s as stubborn as a mule.”
“Completely up to you, but we could her stay on our mattress downstairs?”
“That’s fine. I don’t think she’ll allow any of us to help her, I mean look at her.”
You were half lying in Natasha’s lap, tangled with her body. Dried tear marks lined your cheeks, dust from the floor lining your jeans.
It was a journey trying to drag your body down the hallway. A moment collapsed where you tripped over the rug. The best plan of action was Natasha carrying you princess style. Your grandma got a glimpse from where she sat in the living room.
She rushed to your side, “you taking her back to your place?”
“Only if that’s alright with you. She starts to cry almost everytime we begun to leave.”
“Absolutely,” she pats her shoulder with a slight laugh, “she got wasted, I could tell right away. I’ll have to talk to her brother, he’s collapsed on her bed right now. I’m sure he’s initiating something.”
They wish you a goodnight, stepping back and letting them through. You tilt your head back once they’ve stepped outside.
“Feels nice.”
You back far enough that Wanda reaches a hand to cup your head. Natasha adjusts her hold on you while looking to Wanda.
“I’m betting she’s going to get sick. Our guest room is the closest to the bathroom?”
“I won’t get sick of you,” you tuck your head under her neck. The first minute of the breeze was wonderful, but since then and due to your lack of layers, you’re relying on her body heat.
It gets darker the further you walk from the house. Wanda takes out her phone, using the flashlight to help guide their steps.
The pond nearby holds a connection of small critters, their sounds echoing through the trees. The married couple makes small conversation. Every two minutes they’re trying to keep you awake, but it grew difficult.
“Hey, stay awake. We’re almost there, you can see the porch light.”
“I can’t see shit, I’m drunk.”
Natasha laughs at the quip, enjoying the look of annoyance on her wife’s face. Wanda walks up the porch first, the keys jingling in her hand as she searches for the right one. Their home smells like clean fabrics and floral perfume. Your eyes grow heavy, each step and soft sound luring you in deeper. The gentle nudge does nothing to stop you completely falling under this time.
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Flirt
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WandaNat x Fem!SuperSoldier R
Nothing too serious, just silly stuff
Can you hear me calling
Out your name?
You know that I'm falling
And I don't know what to say
Wanda hums along as she chops vegetables, glancing over at the casserole to check the water. As she moves over to get a pan, she feels a presence behind her.
“Hi there” you say and she blushes. Coming back from a training sesion, you’re desperate for some water so you reach behind her, trapping Wanda between your body and the countertop. “I’m sorry, I’m all sweaty and invading your space”
“It’s ok” she says, turning back to look at you. Her heart flutters with your half smile, as you finally take a glass and fill it with water. She misses your warmth instantly.
“Smells incredible” you comment, looking to the stove.
“Here” she offers you a taste and you let her feed you. Wanda’s eyes never leave your mouth, especially when you moan at the taste. “I made extra, in case you want some”
“Absolutely. Let me shower first and I’ll do the dishes, yes?”
“Ok” she nods, her hand dropping. Wanda’s too distracted to notice it is dangerously close to the fire, so she lets out a small whine as she jumps away from the heat.
“Come here” you inspect the small burn, and put her hand under the sink so the water helps with the pain. “Better?”
“I can also use magic”
“Well, maybe I wanted to hold your hand” you tease, and bring it to your lips. “There. I won’t be long”
“Yeah, ok”
Wanda smiles as you leave the room. She’s definitely asking you out soon.
—
“I’m almost done” Natasha mutters, inspecting the mess of wires.
“I’m not complaining” you say. She’s sitting on your shoulders, propped up to get a better look at the security system that was glitching.
Your hands are on her thighs. She’s pretty sure you don’t realize it, but from time to time you run them up and down her legs or squeeze when she seems frustrated with Tony’s stupid system.
Truth be told, she may have done it quicker if she had a ladder. You could be… distracting.
“You’re so tight” you say out of nowhere and she almost falls from your shoulders.
“Pardon?”
“I meant tense” you look up to meet her eyes.
“Don’t give me those puppy eyes” she complains, upset that you were able to get a reaction out of her. You always can.
“Can a super soldier give puppy eyes? I thought we were big and scary”
“You definitely can”
“What else have you noticed about me?”
Natasha continues to work quietly, and you figure she’s either angry or simply not in the mood to entertain you. Silence lingers for a few more minutes until she speaks again.
“You always smell like cinnamon”
“Do I?”
“Yes, even after the most physically demanding mission. The boys stink, even Barnes and Rogers”
“Thanks, I guess”
“If you tell anyone I said this I will deny it and kick your ass. And I’m all done here so you can put me down”
“Alright” you change your positions as if she weights nothing, but manage to carry her bridal style. Natasha glares, but your laugh is enough to hold her back.
“Since you worked so hard to fix this, why don’t I make you lunch and give you a nice massage, princess?”
She blushes at the pet name.
“Lead the way”
—
It’s movie night at the Compound. For the first time in months, the entire team is together, no urgent missions or new recruits to train.
Wanda keeps looking to the door, hoping you’ll join her on the couch.
Natasha is trying to be casual about it, but she is also waiting for you.
But minutes go by without any sign of you. Wanda has no choice but to make room for Vision and Natasha hoards a whole bowl of popcorn, feeling defeated.
“Are we missing anyone?” Steve looks around the room.
“Y/N” Wanda says too fast for Natasha’s liking.
“I believe she is out with a woman” Vision replies.
“What?”
“Who?”
Wanda and Natasha speak at the same time. They look at Vision and then at each other. Wanda tilts her head and Natasha glares, daring her to do something.
“She said it was a special occassion. But I’m afraid I don’t know anything else. I sense you are both upset about it”
“I don’t care” Natasha turns to the screen, sinking in her seat.
Wanda lifts a finger and the movie starts, making it clear that she won’t answer any questions.
“What’s happening here?” Steve says and Bucky slaps his back.
“You really don’t wanna know”
—
You go back to the Compound a day later.
“Welcome back, Casanova” Sam says with a wicked grin.
“Huh?”
“Y/L/N” Steve shows up a second later. “There’s a mission. Wanda and Natasha are joining you for an extraction”
“I’ll go get changed”
“Try not to piss them off any more” he warns, but seems too flustured to explain himself.
His words echo in your head while you get changed and step into the Quinjet. The last time you spoke with Wanda was during dinner; you left after your lunch with Natasha.
Why would they be upset?
“Hi, there” you greet both of them, but are met with silence. “Uh… you want me to fly the Quinjet?”
“No” is all Natasha says.
“Did I do something…?” you begin to ask, looking between both women. With a sudden shake, the Quinjet takes off and you fall to the back, hitting your head against the wall.
Wanda doesn’t ask if you’re ok. You figure it’s better to stay quiet for the rest of the ride.
“So what’s the plan?” you ask as Natasha lands, but both women ignore you and walk in different directions.
Damn it, what the fuck is going on? And who are you supposed to follow?
“Move” Natasha barks and you go after her.
“Six guards ahead” she warns you a second too late. You knock them down while Natasha stares, but still shoots a couple of widow bites and two of them land on your back.
“What the fuck, Nat?” you complain.
“My aim is really bad today”
“Bullshit, your aim is better when you’re pissed off”
“Why would I be pissed off?” she challenges you as more guards arrive.
“I have no idea”
“You think you can flirt with me and then go away with another woman?” she kicks a couple of guys, mainly on the balls. They don’t stand a chance against her sudden anger.
“What?! You mean yesterday when I left for my mother’s birthday party?”
“Huh?” the redhead turns to you, and misses the man that is sprinting straight towards her. You push her aside and crash against him, going through a glass wall.
“Asshole” you complain, making sure he’s unconscious. As you begin to stand up, you notice a shrad of glass sticking out of your abdomen. “Fucking great”
“Wait, don’t take it out” Natasha kneels next to you, but you pull it, groaning in pain.
“It will heal in a minute” you ease her. “Now, the other thing. Yes, I was flirting, but I didn’t think you’d like me back. Or Wanda for that matter. You’re both way out of my league”
“I’m sorry”
“It’s fine, really” you check to see the bleeding stopped and then stand up. “Let’s get the intel”
“Wanda, where are you?” Natasha calls through comms.
“Engaged in battle” the Sokovian says. “Would be nice to have some back up”
“I’ll go” you offer and Natasha nods, heading to the computer room.
“Hey, Wands, I’m he…” you greet and as soon as she sees you, red envelopes you. Wanda uses you as a wrecking ball to knock down five guys. “Ok, that was not nice”
She tilts her head and you feel your blood run cold as her eyes go red. You’re launched across the room to knock down more agents.
“Do you plan to use me like a boomerang every time there’s another enemy on sight?”
“Maybe” she says, shrugging her shoulders.
“I got the intel, let’s go” Natasha shows up, helping you up.
“Oh, I see, she managed to convince you she’s not bad”
“It’s all a missunderstanding” Natasha defends you.
“Oh, yeah, I bet it is” Wanda steps forward and you have to stand between them before they start fighting each other.
“Can we finish this back at the Compound, please?”
But they won’t stop arguing and you’re seriously considering just carrying both of them back to the jet.
You’re ready to do just that when a man throws grenades at you.
“Get down” you warn, pushing them away. You’re thrown back with the blast, feeling how your left arm, leg and a couple of ribs shatter.
That’s gonna take a little longer to heal.
“Y/N” Wanda floats to you, while Natasha covers her back and shoots at the guards. Each woman helps you up, and you jump on one leg to the jet.
“I’m ok” you reassure them as they set you down. “The bones are healing. It’s just a bit… uncomfortable”
“I’m sorry… for the way I acted” Wanda looks between both of you. Natasha sets the jet on autopilot and walks to you, arching her eyebrows.
“I can’t really blame Wanda, Y/N. You were being a tease after all” she says with a playful smirk. “What I’d like to know is how you’ll make it up to us now”
“Well" you smile in spite of the pain. "I can think of a few ways”
—
Steve knocks on your door.
“Rogers” you open, barely showing your face.
“You ok? I heard you had a rough time during the mission”
“It’s fine. You know how it is. We’re fast healers”
“That’s not exactly what I meant. It seems like you upset Wanda and Natasha. Whatever it is you did, I hope you find a way to fix it”
“She did” Natasha opens the door wider, wearing one of your shirts. “Thank you for your concern, Steve”
“Get back to bed” Wanda calls and Steve blushes.
“Is there anything else?” Natasha says and he looks to the ceiling.
“Nope”
“Good. If you’ll excuse us” she shuts the door in his face and pushes you against the bedroom wall.
“Have I told you I’m really sorry?” you say, mildly scared and very turned on. Natasha pushes you to the floor until you’re on your knees. Wanda follows your every move with eager eyes.
“Yes. But one more time couldn’t hurt”
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Business and Pleasure (Kinktober)
Assistant Wanda Maximoff x CEO GN! Reader
Warnings : Smut. Amab! Reader
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18+ MINORS DNI
Y/N Y/L/N was a well known CEO across America, all of the business tycoons wanted to be on their good side, knowing that Y/N could easily ruin reputations with a click of their fingers. But the one who could always keep Y/N level headed was their assistant. The beautiful Wanda Maximoff started working for them straight out of college.
Although some would think the two had a relationship, Y/N never wanted lines to be blurred between the two, but something had changed. Wanda had come to work in her tight pencil skirt and blouse, the top few buttons open as her cleavage was on show.
All through the meetings, Y/N's eyes always landed on their assistants breasts that threatened to burst through the fabric at any moment. Causing them to sign on with a contract that could be financially draining to the company if things don't turn around.
"Can I get you a coffee Y/N?" Wanda asked them sweetly as she followed them into their office.
"Lock the door." Y/N ordered her as they put their line on do not disturb. "Do you know what happened in there?"
"No." Wanda answered honestly as Y/N's eyes stuggled to remain away from Wanda's chest.
"That deal could mean the end of this company and I didn't want to agree." Y/N told her as they stood before her.
"Why did you?" Wanda questioned as Y/N stepped closer, Wanda's back soon hitting the desk.
"I was distracted." They started as they rested their hands on either side of her. "Usually I don't blur the lines between business and pleasure but, your breasts have been teasing me all fucking day." They leaned in and bit her earlobe as Wanda squeezed her legs. "All day I have wanted to take them out and wrap my teeth around one of your nipples while my fingers are buried deep inside of your dripping cunt."
"I'm sorry." Wanda whispered as Y/N's hand found the zipper to her skirt, slowly dragging it down as they nuzzled their head in her neck.
"But right now, I want to bend you over this desk and fuck you mercilessly." They told her as they dragged her skirt down her legs before they played with the waistband of her thong. "And that is exactly what I am going to do."
Before Wanda could react, Y/N torn her underwear from her body before spinning her around and pushing her cheek onto the hard wood. Licking their lips as their hand connected harshly with the flesh of Wanda's ass. Continuously connecting until there was a purple bruise forming before they unbuckled their belt, pushing down their own trousers and boxers, allowing their hardened cock to spring free.
Spreading her cheeks as they ran their cock through her dripping folds, hitting her clit as she moaned at the contact before Y/N bottomed out, the two moaning and groaning as Y/N kept their pace, going harder as Wanda's cheek was becoming numb from the hard desk beneath her.
"Fuck." Y/N grunted as she clenched around them, almost milking them as Wanda's moans become louder with each thrust. "Who knew you like it rough." They taunted as Wanda could only answer with a moan before she came hard. Her legs spasming as Y/N soon followed, filling her up with a moan of her name.
They released their grip from her hair as they soothingly rubbed up and down her back as they pulled. Smirking at the mess they have both made before they helped Wanda put her skirt on before pocketing her underwear.
"Add one extra thing to our daily itinerary." Y/N told her as they fixed themselves. "Because now I am not going to be able to keep my hands off of you."
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Omg I need a pt four with double the trouble on her talking with Wanda and Isla then her dating Maria bc I mean come on Maria> Bucky anytime and also her being a girl boss and I kinda wanna see what happens with her and Bucky and what sorry ass excuse he’s come up with
Double the Trouble [pt. 4] | n romanoff
Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2, part 3,
Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other
Warnings: mentions of cheating
Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie
wc: 3.8k
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Y/n had sworn off dating for the foreseeable future. Which was a bonus in Wanda and Natasha’s eyes, who only wanted to keep their not-so-little girls safe. Isla and Valkyrie were different, they were obsessed with each other. But for Y/n’s sake they kept the PDA to a minimum when she was around. Although it had been a week since Y/n found out about Bucky, she was still rather fragile, even if she hated being referred to as so.
She was quieter at home too. It was one of the rare nights where no one had any after school activities and Natasha wasn’t teaching. Wanda had cooked the girls’ favourite meal: tomato and chicken pasta with garlic bread. It was a childhood classic and 7 year old Y/n would have loved it.
But tonight it was different. The usual daily chatter occurred as plates were loaded up with food and everyone began to eat. Natasha and Isla were laughing as the young redhead explained a funny story about her science class, and even though Y/n had been there, her mouth didn’t even twitch into a smile.
She pushed her food around with her fork, stabbing the spiral pasta shapes rather aggressively but never bringing it to her lips. Her actions were repetitive and she zoned in and out without even realising. It’s not like anyone noticed.
But Wanda noticed. She smiled along with Isla’s story but kept her gaze fixed on Y/n the entire time, brows furrowing in a soft frown. She’d seen how much her youngest had drawn in on herself, but there had been little to no improvement, even after a week. Although Wanda wasn’t sure what the general time frame for this was; her first and only love was Natasha.
Her demeanour didn’t change throughout the whole meal time and soon everyone had finished eating, except Y/n. Natasha looked at her wife worriedly who just shook her head.
‘Can you take Isla out of the way for a bit? I need to talk to Y/n alone.’ Wanda spoke in Natasha’s mind. Her wife nodded and made a big deal of collecting up the plates, encouraging Isla to do the same and they both retreated into the kitchen.
“Y/n?” Wanda gently asked, tapping the table in front of the girl whose head was only being supported by her hand. “Sweetheart?”
The young girl hummed and looked up, tired eyes meeting her mothers across the table. She saw the look of pity that she despised so much and rolled her eyes, scraping her chair away from the table in order to leave the room.
“Y/n, wait!” But the teenager didn’t want another lecture on the way she was acting. She just wanted to be alone, didn’t anyone understand that? She didn’t even acknowledge the way her sister and mama fell silent as she stormed through the kitchen. Wanda followed only seconds later and they all watched Y/n’s hunched figure climb the stairs, a door slam following quickly.
“So it went well then?” Isla asked, holding her dripping and soapy hands over the sink as she looked between her moms. “She seemed happy.”
“Shush Isla,” Natasha muttered, handing her another plate to clean. Wanda was chewing on her lip anxiously and even thought Natasha wasn’t the one with mind reading abilities, and still knew what her wife was thinking. “Go talk to her, she isn’t allowed to storm off during a conversation.”
“But, don’t you-“
“Wands,” Nat said, gently holding her wife’s shoulders. “She needs comfort, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. And you’re the best at that, and you know it too.” The witch wasn’t convinced, but a quick kiss gave her a boost of confidence and she ascended the stairs to Y/n’s room, knocking softly.
“It’s me baby, can I come in?” There was the sound of faint rustling and a muttered curse sounded before the door opened slightly.
“I’m fine, I really don’t need-“
Wanda placed her hand on the door. “I know, I just thought you might want some company.” Hesitation was evident across Y/n’s face. “Stop shutting us out, please baby.”
Y/n sighed but opened the door, allowing Wanda to slip inside and close the door behind her. The room was dark, only the small bedside lamp acting as a light source. Y/n crawled onto her bed and leaned against her pillows, blanket pulled high around her body.
“Talk to me sweetheart, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, mom, it’s fine.” Wanda gave her a look. “It’s just- I’m fed up of feeling like shit everyday, but I can’t help it. Every time I start feeling remotely good about myself, I just see that picture and it makes me feel ten times worse. I know I wasn’t with him for very long, but he made me feel on top of the world, and now I feel like garbage.”
“You’re not garbage honey.”
“I know that, but god, why did she have to look like a supermodel?”
“I don’t know, but that’s not a reflection of you, it’s one of him. He made a bad move-“
“I spoke to him today,” Y/n suddenly blurted out. No one else knew what she’d done today, but she couldn’t stop herself.
“Oh?” Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise. She knew it would come eventually, but not this soon. “Was Isla there?”
Y/n shook her head. “No one saw.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, which was odd in Wanda’s eyes, though she didn’t dare question it. “I just had to ask why.”
“And what did he say?”
“The most pathetic thing he could think of. He said she came to him and there was nothing he could do, which is bullshit really. So I told him that if he was going to lie, don’t do it straight to my face because my mother is a spy and I see straight through that crap!” Y/n had thrown herself up from the bed and was pacing around, her hands dancing animatedly in front of her as she spoke. “And then- do you know what he said?”
“I think I can guess,” Wanda said with a grimace. “It wasn’t a lie?”
“Bingo!” Y/n yelled, clapping her hands together. “It wasn’t a fucking lie! Now, I wasn’t blessed with your magic but it’s pretty easy to tell how much he was forced into it by where his hands were. Were they by his sides? No! On her goddamn face!”
Wanda had never seen her daughter so riled up before. Sure, Y/n had her outbursts at times, but she’d never been like this. Pacing around the room, her body language was so animated Wanda was sure something was going to get knocked over. Y/n was muttering a spew of nonsense that didn’t even make sense.
She hadn’t spared Wanda much of a glance until her ranting slowly came to a stop and turned around to face her mom, bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. This sudden change in demeanour had Wanda rushing over and scooping her into a hug, cradling her head into her chest gently.
“Oh baby it’s ok. It’s ok,” she shushed, rocking their bodies as Y/!n hiccuped into her chest. “Want me to get Mama?”
“I just want you.”
Wanda had to hold back the tears herself. She tightened her grip and pressed kisses to her daughter’s soft red hair. “I’ve got you babygirl, I’ve got you.”
“I’m so sorry.”
“You don’t need to be, everything will be ok.”
“No,” Y/n said, pulling away with a whimper. “I’ve let you and Mama down. I’ve been a shit daughter and sister and I’m really sorry.”
“No, baby, listen to me.” Wanda guided them to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands holding Y/n shaking ones tightly. “He was your first love, first loves are messy. They rarely turn out the way we want them to. But you’ve kept your heart through everything which means you love harder and deeper than most people. And that’s one of the most beautiful things about you.” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Keep it for someone special, because one day that person is going to show up and be deserving of everything you have to give them.”
“How will I know?” Y/n asked, her voice hoarse. She really thought she understood love, but now she just felt like a kindergartener. Lost and always looking to others for guidance.
“It’s not something you know, it’s something you feel,” Wanda replied with a soft smile, tapping her daughter’s chest where her heart sat. “You’ll know when the right person comes along.”
“How did you know?” Her mothers’ love story was something of a fairy tale, and no matter old they got, herself and Isla never became sick of hearing it.
“I knew from the second she smiled at me. She always acted so tough around everyone but she let a smile slip and I knew right there that I was going to marry her.”
Y/n was silent for a few moments, mouth screwed up in thought.
“What’s on your mind?”
The young girl shrugged. “What if I never find that? What if there isn’t anyone out there for me?”
Wanda shuffled over and placed her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re 17 honey, so young. You have your whole life to find your special person. I didn’t meet your mama until I was in my late 20s. It will happen, I promise.”
“Not if I never date again.” Wanda chuckled at her dramatics, making Y/n smile too. “I’m serious!”
“I know, I know.” They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Even Natasha heard from downstairs and she smiled. That was her favourite sound. “It will get easier, you know. Suddenly seeing him won’t feel like the end of the world anymore.”
“I know. I just need distractions.”
Wanda’s eyes went wide as an idea popped into her head. “Why don’t you invite Maria around, and you guys can have a movie night downstairs on the couch? I’ll get Mama to fetch snacks and drinks if you want.”
“But it’s a school night.”
Wanda pulled Y/n in for a hug. “And how my daughter feels is a lot more important to me than some lousy school day. Give her a call and let me know what she says. If she can’t make it, then I guess you have to settle for me and Mama.”
“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”
Wanda had to stop herself from melting on the spot. She kissed her daughter’s cheek with a laugh. “Thank you for not being a typical teenager. I don’t know what I would do without my cuddles.” Standing up, she collected a pile of cups and plates that had collected in Y/n’s bedroom over the week. She gently closed the door behind her and was met by Isla and Natasha in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of ice cream.
“I heard laughter, so I’m guessing all went well?”
“For now, at least. I told her she could invite Maria over for a movie night tonight as a distraction.”
“Can I invite Valkyrie?” The moms looked at each other. “Please?”
“I suppose. But she can’t stay over, ok?”
Isla reluctantly with an eye roll before Y/n came into the room, the smile on her face a stark contrast from before. “She said yes!”
“Perfect. I’ll get snacks then,” Natasha announced, grabbing her car keys from the basket. “Isla you coming?”
“Absolutely not,” her eldest exclaimed. “It’s freezing!”
“I’ll come.”
Natasha grinned at Y/n and poked her tongue out at Isla who didn’t even notice as she looked at her phone. “That’s my girl, cmon.”
An hour later, everyone was snuggled on the large couch with a multitude of blankets spread out across the large couch. A rom com played on the large flat screen tv and Isla and Valkyrie were having a competition to see who could catch the most m&ms in their mouth at once.
Y/n and Maria cheered them on from their end of the couch, Y/n’s legs thrown carelessly over her best friend’s lap. The brunette didn’t even notice how her hands rested on her ankles or even how close they were to each other.
They all settled down to watch properly but Y/n had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Her head kept nodding back against the couch arm rest but she refused to sleep. She’d dragged Maria all the way out here, it would be unfair if she fell asleep.
But she couldn’t keep sleep away forever. Isla and Valkyrie had disappeared upstairs, leaving Maria and Y/n curled up together. The young redhead was fast asleep, her head resting on her best friend’s chest. Maria had her arms wrapped protectively around her and her chin gently rested on the side of Y/n’s head. Her eyes were fixated on the movie but every now and then they blinked heavily, the dark room not helping her fight the tiredness.
Wanda and Natasha silently observed from the doorway, noticing a lack of their eldest daughter, and their youngest’s current position. Natasha gave her wife a knowing look before looking back at Y/n. Maria had succumbed to sleep just as the credits started rolling, the upbeat music doing nothing to break their slumber.
Wanda reached for the remote whilst Nat tucked another blanket around both bodies to keep them comfortable. Maria stirred and Nat held her breath, but the brunette only adjusted her grip on Y/n and held her tighter before falling back asleep again.
“What about school tomorrow?” Natasha whispered as she rejoined Wanda in the doorway, fingers hovering over the light switch.
“Y/n is happy. Missing a day of school isn’t the end of the world. We’ll let them rest.”
They closed the door and headed towards the stairs, deciding not to check on Isla. She knew the sleepover rules and they both trusted her enough.
“I really do love you,” Wanda sighed at the bottom of the stairs, looping her arms around Natasha’s waist. “I’m so glad I decided to marry you.”
“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I love you, my wonderful wife.” Natasha Romanoff, ever so cheesy.
“I love you and our girls more than anything,” the Sokovian mumbled against Natasha’s lips before they kissed. It was short and sweet and reminded Wanda so much of their first kiss all those years ago.
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A Helping Hand
Professor!WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Age Gap(roughly 11 years), Swearing, Pregnancy
Smut: Daddy/Professor (N), Mommy (W), Little Dove/Baby (R), Jean Riding (W),, Oral (N—W, W—R)), Unprotected Sex(R—G!PNat), Squirting( R), Marking (R), Kinks: Lactation ❗️, Praising, Breeding, Choking
5,526 Words
18+ | Minors DNI | SMUT ❗️
Natasha smiled tiredly down at Tommy and Billy, they were truly adorable like this, when they weren't screaming their heads off that is. They'd been up since five am, and finally fell asleep in their swings around nine after two hours of wailing. They were suffering with colic, and therefore the couple were suffering too, at least their little lungs were strong...
Natasha yawned rather loudly as she entered the kitchen, an unavoidable consequence of the glorious sleep schedule of a new mother to a couple of sleepless infants. After steadying her tired body against the marble counters she began to pull down two mugs from the cabinet, then she quickly got to work on breakfast.
The Keurig was the first thing she went for, it was her greatest ally in this current battle of life, Wanda even joked that at this point she might as well have an IV drip of the bitter liquid for her mass coffee consumption. Once she was certain her coffee was brewing she moved quickly to plug in the electric kettle. Wanda's breastfeeding tea was a must for her breakfast routine; happy wife, happy life...
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Natasha decided on fixing chocolate chip pancakes, she cut the strawberries into the shape of hearts to try to spruce up the day. Though the day didn't feel special due to the fatigue of life right now, the calendar noted that it was indeed the fourteenth of February. Valentine's Day was Wanda's favorite holiday, so she knew this whole being stuck indoors would be relatively hard for her wife.
Every year they'd usually go out, even in the earlier days when all they had was their measly little allowance. It didn't matter to Natasha if she was saving up for months, she would take Wanda out to the 'fancy' Italian joint, and even have enough money stashed for the dessert. Over the years they expectantly moved up in life, they graduated from the Olive Garden, but no matter what it was always pasta for dinner.
The couple's going on twenty years together, from awkward high school sweethearts to smoking hot professors, it was quite the ride. They'd always wanted kids, but for the better part of their twenties they'd been busy building their careers, but last year that all changed. When Wanda blew out the '35' candles she told her wife that she could feel her womb aching. Natasha laughed at first, her wife had always been the dramatic type, but after she saw the glare paired with the head tilt she was all in.
"Moya lyubov'?," Wanda stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes scanning for her family., "In the kitchen.," she heard her wife's quiet response, her eyes found the sleeping infants, and so she slowly pattered her way to her., "What's for breakfast? It smells good."
Natasha had just finished the plates, so with a smirk, and a swivel on the ball of her feet she presented the plates., "Ta-Da.," she cheered., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she held the plates out to the side, then she leaned forward to kiss her., "Happy Valentine's Day lyubov'."
The couple shared a quiet breakfast, as the years had passed by they found silence to be far more comforting than forced conversations. They'd smile at each other from time to time, or make mention of something, but for the most part the room was filled with the sounds of soft chewing, and white noise for the boys.
"Wan—.," before Natasha could ask her what she'd like to do today the doorbell was ringing., "Nooo.," the redhead groaned, because just as soon as the jingle stopped the wailing started.
"You get the door, I'll get the babies.," Wanda remedied, she placed a soft kiss to her lips., "Play nice, no more scaring off the neighbors."
Natasha rolled her eyes, then she marched to the door with a harsh scowl., "What is it?," she barked out, but at the sight of you with your book bag, and a tray of goodies she softened., "Sorry honey, I didn't realize it was you.," you smiled back., "It's okay Professor Romanoff."
A teasing giggle left you when she once again narrowed her eyes., "How many times have I told you to call me Natasha?," you set the tray down on their counter and turned to her with a shrug., "We've been neighbors for seven years, longer than you'd been either of our student."
Even though Nat tries to hide it, you knew she was deeply affected by your use of her title. Before you could continue teasing her, you were interrupted by a loud set of synchronized wailing., "Come Y/N, time to meet the boys."
You'd only ever seen them up close once, when you stopped by just after they got home from the hospital after a trying month in the NICU. The school required Wanda's signature so you could transfer ELA program advisors since she'd be out for your final semester, they wouldn't accept electronic, so you offered to collect it personally since you were neighbors.
That was two months ago, you were far too busy with preparing for the semester to stop by again, but you never stopped the observing. They'd hardly left the house in four months, at first it made sense, Wanda was nesting, and Natasha was supporting her tenfold. But now that the boys are three months, and it's the holiday of love you decided to lend a hand.
Wanda was frazzled, her hair a tousled mess, and her shirt all discombobulated due to her attempts to breastfeed one of the infants., "Detka, what happened?," you watched on as the couple were working together to calm the babies, but sadly nothing they did worked., "I'm not sure Nat, they just combusted."
That comment makes you snort, and eyes of fiery green meet yours., "Y/N/N, why are you here?," Wanda squeaked, then not so subtly tried to fix her messy appearance., "To help."
The couple stare at you in bewilderment as you scoop the infants up from their arms, the boys instantly calmed in your embrace, and they were almost certain you partook in witchcraft.
"It's Valentine's Day, you two should be out.," you relay while not even sparing them a glance as you make the funniest faces at their babies in an attempt to keep them this calm., "Y/N.."
"Nope, don't try it Natasha.," you cut her off, then stared knowingly at the couple., "You two have been cooped up in here for months, it's clearly having an effect on the whole family.," you then gestured to the now calmed babies.
"You might call me a stalker for it but I've kept watch—it's sad how little you two leave, and I'm here to fix it."
"Don't you have class today?," you shook your head amusedly at the idea that they knew your class schedule even though they'd been off.
"Mr. Barnes and Rogers both cancelled their lectures today.," you winked., "Plus, I have a few unused sick days, but luckily we're good."
"This is nice of you Y/N/N, but.," you cut her off again., "Oh, I know it is.," the both of them softly glared at you., "There's no way you two aren't having another one of your magical Valentine's Day dates, so stop debating me, tell me where the stroller is and say thank you."
Natasha and Wanda shared a moment of quiet deliberation as you bounced the fussy babies, no words were spoken, but a heavy sigh lent to you knowing that they decided on something. The two of them got off the couch, then slowly but surely they stalked their way over to you., "You win Y/N.," you beamed at the phrase.
"Thank you!," you squealed, and they simply giggled., "I thought we were supposed to thank you.," you shrugged., "Yeah, I just got excited."
Natasha smirked at her wife, and you knew from years of torment that it meant bad news. Natasha leaned in first, placing a kiss to the boys temples, then Wanda followed behind her, it was innocent enough. Until their eyes were zoned in on you., "Thank you kotenok.," you gasped at the feel of their plump lips on your cheeks, and you willed for the heat rising to dissipate before the teasing only intensified.
Natasha left to the garage to collect the stroller while Wanda hung back to talk to you a bit. She'd asked you how the guy in her place was doing, then she chuckled when you grimaced. Then after catching up on all things Y/N, one of her favorite pastimes actually, she began to go over the twin's prospective schedule with you, she showed you her abundant stash of milk, along with their nursery and essentials.
"Alright, so, I have one more surprise.," you announced while halfway out of the door., "These are vouchers for the salon up the road, an hour long all over body massage is right within your grasps loves.," you slipped the paper into a shocked Natasha's parted hand., "Oh, and you two have a dinner reservation for 5:30pm at Locanda Verde under Maximoff."
Wanda and Natasha watched you leave in a fit of shock., "Can we keep her?," Nat whispered, and her wife softly chuckled., "I sure hope so."
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After a few hours in which the women spent napping peacefully, they set off to partake in the salon experience after taking a rather steamy shower to clean themselves up first. Apparently the shared intimate moment was just what the worn down mothers needed, and they entered the car in a fit of relieved giggles.
Wanda smiled down at her phone, she awed out loud, and showed her wife the photo you sent once they came to a stop at a red light. Tommy was clearly excited, his pink gums were prominent as the boy grinned at you, and next to him on your blanket was a sleeping Billy.
"How does she do that?," Natasha groaned, the jealousy rolling off her in waves., "Y/N's got a peaceful aura Nat, how many times have you and I calmed down just by seeing her smile?," and as if proving her point, Natasha smiles at the distant memories of you in her classroom.
"Plus, she's right, we're stressed out and that can't be helping the boys with their regulating."
Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she put the car in park., "Then I guess it's a good thing we're going to have our stressors melted away."
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After awhile sat at the park you felt a chill picking up in the air, the fading of Winter into Spring was well underway, but the sun wasn't doing its job of keeping you warm. Knowing that you were cold, it was expected that the babies were colder, so you placed their sleeping forms into the stroller, cautiously covering them so they were warm, but not smothered.
The walk back to your neighborhood was long, as you took a few detours to run some errands. You stopped at the grocery store for snacks, then you picked up a few toys, and outfits for the infants because you couldn't help yourself. Tommy and Billy began to stir as you neared the house, and they pouted at the sight of you.
All you could do was offer the groggy babies a soft smile, Tommy accepted it, but Billy was a bit more wary and began to cry. They weren't all that used to others, and after a nap it was as if they forgot you altogether. Just like earlier though, as soon as you picked them up they settled, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.
After giving them their warmed bottles of their mothers milk you burped them, then after a few diaper changes you settled them onto their bellies, and snapped a photo for their moms. Sending it off you chuckled at the instant 'read' that flashed at the bottom of the screen, and then you reminded them to have fun before you moved to the kitchen to fix yourself lunch.
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The women left the salon in a daze, everything they'd been holding onto melted away, and all they had to thank for that was you. Their sweet, sweet Y/N, the neighbor that caught their eye instantly, but before they could pounce they found you were enrolled in their university's undergrad program, and now you were in the master program of Wanda's department.
There'd been so many times over the years that they nearly gave in, especially when it was clear how much you wanted it too, but for the sake of your education remaining secure they held off. Now that you're graduating this semester, and no longer under either of their tutelage, they seemed to realize all at once the opportunity that they were presented with today.
"Nat.," the redhead met her wife's lusty gaze with an intrigued one of her own as she sipped the expensive wine from her flute., "Yes?"
"How are we going to thank Y/N?," she asked innocently, but the underlying idea wasn't too hard for the redhead to decipher., "Well, I say we bring her back some dinner.," she paused to down the rest of her wine., "Then I say we stop dancing around the tension, let's capitalize on the moment instead, and rail her senseless."
Wanda whimpered against her glass at the sinful thought, her body instantly warmed as the thought induced a painful arousal to hit. Natasha never was one to care about remaining coy in public, and the slick now coating her wife's thighs gave way to the effect she had on her in her buzzed state., "I-I need her Nat."
"Me too.," the redhead breathed out affectedly, the thought of you clenching around her cock more than enough to leave her feeling dizzy., "Shall we get some to-go boxes?," she asked while reaching under the table to rearrange her pants fabric so her bulge was less noticeable. Wanda answered her by waving the waiter down, and asking for your dinner to go, another bottle of wine, and for a few boxes.
"Happy Valentine's Day moya lyubov'.," the brunette said with a sweet smile while she raised her glass to clink with her wife's. Natasha smiled back, appreciating the lines that adorned her lover's face that showed her of a happy life well lived., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she clinked their glasses, and they settled back in their seats to the thought of you.
Happy Valentine's Day to them indeed...
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Wanda entered the house with a pained groan, pulling your attention up from your laptop, and just as she'd hoped you sauntered over to her., "Wanda, what's wrong?," she nearly lost her momentum when you cupped her cheeks, but the buzz in her head kept her motivated., "Mommy needs you Y/N.," your hand fell from her face and you stumbled back a bit.
"Wanda, I-I'm not sure what's happening.," your heart was stammering in your chest at the idea of being with them, but you weren't sure if you could trust the moment., "Honey, you said you were here to help us, right?," you nodded rather dumbly, causing the brunette to smirk wickedly., "Then come here baby, and help."
Wanda slowly guided your hands to the hem of her shirt, and it was up close that you noticed the prominent wet patches over her breasts., "Mommy's breasts are so full baby, but I can't pump or it'll go to waste.," she pouted., "We don't want that, do we?," you shook your head with a sweet smile that she easily matched.
With her hands over yours she pressed you to lift her shirt, and as you slowly complied you felt your stomach flip at the sight of her breasts spilling over her bra. Lost in a trance you were not ready for the next moment when the bra hit the floor., "Think you can help mommy baby?"
Flecks of a murky white pebbled over her nipples, the woman watched intently as you unconsciously licked your lips., "Well?," you shyly smiled at her, and nodded your head., "I'll help you, whatever you need mommy.," she moaned when you tentatively groped her, and sealed your fate for the night of your life.
Wanda yanked you into her by the collar of your shirt, her plump lips hungrily attached to yours as she spun your bodies around and fell backwards onto the couch with you following. Though her breasts ached with the pressure of her supply she couldn't resist kissing you, the feel of you against her just felt too right, it was like you were perfectly made for this role.
"Wow.," Natasha breathed, the sight of you and her wife making out so desperately nearly had her busting in her boxers., "I told you to wait for me Wanda.," the tension you felt at being caught in a messy situation faded instantly as she trailed a hand down from your neck to your backside where she roughly groped the thinly covered flesh and smirked triumphantly when you moaned into her lovers parted mouth.
Wanda was growing needier by the second, her panties were beyond ruined and her nipples were leaking of their own accord, so with a hand in your hair she was moving you down., "Go on baby, drink mommy's special milk.," she panted in anticipation and you gulped down your nerves and experimentally licked up a drop, moaning at the semi bitter taste of her.
"Hold on honey.," Natasha gently caressed your cheek, twisting your head to face hers as she happily stole a kiss from your swollen lips., "Let daddy show you how mommy likes it.,"
Natasha moved over Wanda's other breast, slipping her tongue out she slowly swirled around the sensitive nub a few times, then she flattened the tip of her tongue out beneath the nipple, and began to suckle, Wanda's body arched into yours as Natasha's cheeks hollowed to get the milk to really start flowing, then she let the nipple go much to Wanda's dismay.
Natasha pulled you in for a sloppy kiss by the nape of your neck, giving you a taste of what's to come. The kiss wasn't sweet this time, she swirled her tongue around yours tauntingly, she had you panting within mere seconds. It was rather embarrassing how quickly these two were able to have you desperate for them, but it was far better than the quiet, obvious pining.
When Wanda whined she reluctantly pulled away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth, nibbling it ever so slightly to gauge your reaction. A smirk painted her features as a mix between a moan and a whimper left your lips., "Drink up baby, make mommy feel good, and then afterwards daddy will return the favor."
A playful wink was sent your way before she was standing upright again, her hands quickly fumbled to remove her belt, then her pants. Finally relieving her pulsating member from the harsh pressure of her slacks., "Oh shit...," she groaned at the sight of you working her wife up so well. Sounds of Wanda's moans and your slurping left her gently stroking herself with the same sentiment of a needed release.
"Open up .," Natasha husked, her fingers drumming across her wife's cheek, and as Wanda slowly opened her eyes she was met with Natasha's rock hard cock. Her whimpers of pleasure morphed into a moan, the idea of sucking her off while you drained her as well turned her on even further., "Milk daddy for all she has detka.," Natasha's tip tapped against her plump lips, and the cue was easily taken.
Wanda anchored a hand in your hair, while her other gripped onto Natasha's muscular thigh. Tears of pleasure slipped over her temples, matting her hair to her face as she allowed Nat to tenderly fuck her throat, the redhead was feeling sentimental, so she tempered her urge to destroy the brunette like she usually does.
The longer you suckled the more addicted you became to her ever flowing milk, it seemed like it was becoming sweeter, and you truly couldn't get enough of it. Add onto that the sounds of Wanda's obvious approval and you found your thighs clenching, "You're doing so well for your mommy, I can feel her every single whimper.," Natasha groaned as her finger tenderly stroked over your hollowed cheek, and you mewled at the praise combined with the gentle caressing.
An angry whine left you when the breast you were suckling ran dry., "It's okay little dove.," Natasha breathily shushed you, and Wanda guided your dizzy head over to her other breast that was aching just as bad as her jaw was.
Everything happened in a perfect sequence really, your leg had shifted between Wanda's when she guided you to her breast, giving her the perfect surface for the needed friction for her to rut against and reach her state of bliss. Natasha was close too, the buildup was slow, but the more Wanda's moans resounded around her shaft the tighter the coil wound.
"Oh fuck.," Natasha screamed as her hips stuttered, and all at once her release shot down Wanda's throat, Nat pulling back just to give her lover a bit of a facial., “Fucking hell detka, you look so hot with my load on your face.”
Wanda was gasping for air as she’d not only been deprived of the glory that is oxygen, but she’d also climaxed hard while suffocating., “Look at mommy baby, we did that to her.,” Natasha tapped the back of your head softly, you slowly unlatched from Wanda’s sore nub with a loud pop, and a messy slurp that had dribbles of your sweet treat trailing over Wanda’s collarbone. Looking up you saw the beauty that was Wanda Romanoff-Maximoff.
Her skin was flushed, with a sheen layer of sweat upon her skin, mouth wide open as she desperately tried to breathe. It was only as you slowly came out of your milk drunk haze that you feel her rutting against your black jeans. Slowly you crawled higher and without any hesitation you cleaned Natasha’s cum off of her face, moaning pleasurably at the taste of her.
“Wow.,” you were awestruck, this was what you’d always fantasized about, but you never actually thought you’d get to see., “Yeah.,” Natasha chuckled., “That was all us baby.,” you met her devious smirk with a dopey smile that had Natasha craving to hold you intimately.
"It's okay little dove.," Natasha coo'd, pulling you off her wife, who's body was still trembling with the after effects of her intense orgasm., "You did such a good job.," Natasha beamed at the sight of your dizzy state, then she leaned in to kiss you hotly., "Daddy's going to take such good care of you, but first we need to take this party upstairs, then I'll rail you senseless."
Your body tensed at the brash promise made., "Please, I need you so badly professor.," you whimpered against her lips, and she felt her semi-soft cock harden in between your bodies. She’d been called that many times in the last five years, but it never affected her until you said it so innocently during one of her Russian Lit seminars. When you, their sweet little neighbor uttered it, she nearly buckled at the knees; it filled her mind with vivid imagery.
The idea of fucking you in a short skirt from behind while marking up quizzes on your back. With her red marker she’d paint an A+ on a certain student’s work, it was her scarlet letter fantasy. Sometimes she’d imagine you on your knees for her, begging her to let you suck her cock, her debt inducing title slipping the more desperate you got to feel her down your throat. To right now, where she imagines fucking you so incredibly well, until you have no choice but to just pass out. She’s never been more needy.
“Oh baby.,” her lips pressed against your cheek.. “You’re such a pretty little whore for your professor’s cock.,” she slowly guided your hand down., “Aren’t you?,” a gasp left your parted lips upon feeling her throbbing against the pads of your fingers., “Yes, I-I am professor, can’t wait to be all filled with you.”
Natasha growled, your words and moan worthy grope of her shaft combined almost enough to have her take you now without a lick of mercy., “Go to the room, and sit pretty for me baby.,” she pulled you in for a rough parting kiss, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood., “We’re right behind you.,” her hand slapped your ass as you turned around, you moaned embarrassingly, and she chuckled.
“Did you see that detka?,” she softly whispered as she lifted her wife up off the couch., “She’s ours now, our little dove, no one else’s again.,” Wanda smiled up at her in a mix of blisses., “Nash malen'kiy golub'.,” she giggled in a hush, and Natasha pecked her lips amusedly., “Da.”
Upon entering the room she grinned at the sight of you with your hands on your knees as you kneeled with a smile and devious glint., “Good active listening skills Miss. Y/L/N.,” she greeted in her familiar professional tone, and she watched your innocent façade crumble as you gripped your knees and clenched your thighs., “Let’s see how you listen now.”
Natasha laid Wanda down besides you with care, her head landing softly on the pillows., “Professor Maximoff is a bit messy, and well it’s all your fault.,” she taunted from behind, her arm wrapping around you, and her hand softly clinging to your throat causing you to gasp harshly., “You’re going to clean her all up now baby, and as you do I’m going to fuck you from behind, hard and fast like a whore likes.”
“Do I make myself clear?,” she now gritted against the shell of your ear., “Yes Professor.”
Her hand slid back around, splaying flat against the nape of your neck as she’s swiftly pushing your face down into her wife’s slick covered pussy., “Get to work!,” you dove right on in excited for this golden opportunity. Licking slow, long strips seemed to work for her, she slowly met your tongues movement, and as she did you began to pick up the pace, and she followed in tandem with you.
Natasha watched your hole in awe, clenching spastically around nothing as you clearly found yourself growing far needier the more you pleasured the actual goddess lying underneath your lips. It was quite the sight to see, and it made her just as desperate to feel them doing that around her; wet and warm., “Oh fuck.,” she moaned in a broken voice as she slid into you, there wasn’t any resistance with how wet you were, but she felt your walls fluttering as they worked to accommodate the new stretch.
The room was a chorus of choppy, muffled sounds as the three of your bodies moved as one. Natasha pounded into you, her hands gripping your hips loosely, and as your body lurched forward, Wanda’s would move against it, and the rhythm never faltered on either end, the wives in sync as they wrecked you wholly.
After Wanda’s release flooded your mouth, you were able to focus solely on Natasha as the aforementioned sunk into the mattress with labored breaths., “Professor, please, more!”
Natasha faltered at the sound of your croaky voice., “Beg for it baby, what do you want?,” an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your back against her front, she held you up effortlessly while continuing to fuck up into you., “I-I.,” you broke off into a moan when she began to suck a mark against your throat.
“Go on.,” she mumbled, continuing to mark the exposed skin as you panted heavily., “Wanna be full Professor, want you to fuck your cum into me, I don’t want you to stop either until it’s dripping down my thighs, please.,” her member throbbed, pulsing against your walls as your words held a heavy effect on her.
Wanda and Natasha locked eyes for a brief moment in time, your desperate request was nothing to take lightly, but with a set of smiles they were quick to give in to you. They knew you were on birth control anyways, so it’s not likely you’d get pregnant, but the main thought was that they wouldn’t care either way.
So you screamed as the redhead didn’t relent her pace, and you were encroaching unable to breathe as Wanda shimmied down, and began to play with your bundle of neglected nerves., “Fuck, you’re just so hot.,” Wanda began to mark your abdomen and fondled your breasts, making your body tremble even harder.
“I-I’m.,” you stuttered, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the pit nears painful, and without needing to finish your sentence the redhead gives you what you need., “Let go for us now Miss Y/L/N, be our most prized pupil,” and with a steadying hand now wrapped tightly around your throat you came hard, your slick gushing down and spraying out onto the sheets and landing all over an astonished Wanda.
Natasha groaned, of course you squirted, you always were an over achiever. Her hips rutted against your cunts clenching walls, hitting so deeply into you that you were already on the edge again., “I’m cumming baby, I’m going to paint your walls with my essence.,” hot spurts of white were released in you instantaneously, and you therefore writhed in her strong hold as another wave of blinding pleasure worked to consume your entire body whole.
Wanda watched the way her wife continued to thrust into you shallowly, every thrust pushing a mix of your releases back into you, and it was a sight she was trying to paint to her memory. Watching affectedly as you gasped for air with every one as she lazily circled your clit until you whined for her to stop, it was all too much, you were truly fucked out, and undeniably pliant., “Such a precious thing, our little dove.”
“All yours.,” you confirmed, and they smiled.
Natasha placed firm kisses to your shoulder after pulling out of you, with a smooth swivel of your body her lips found yours for a sweet kiss. Wanda’s essence transferring to her as she slid her tongue over yours in a quick circle, then she pulled away and pulled you into a soothing embrace, rocking you momentarily, and soaking the moment in before she had to begin heading into the oh so necessary after care.
Natasha gently laid you down in her wife’s awaiting arms., “I love you guys.,” they both shared an emotional smile, then Wanda pulled you tightly into her., “We love you too baby.,” her lips found yours briefly before she was adjusting the both of you to be laying down., “So very much.,” Nat added with a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed rather dreamily.
Natasha left you two cuddled up in the bed, making her way downstairs she whipped up a few sandwiches and collected waters for all. After ensuring the both of you were full in all ways, she wandered into the en suite and brought out all she needed. While she was gently wiping at Wanda’s sensitive folds, you were using another wipe to clean her face.
Natasha saw the look in your eyes, and her heart soared when she saw the true love, this wouldn’t end here, it will be something eternal. Only to be double confirmed when your eyes met hers and you never lost the loving glint., “What?,” you shyly asked and she smiled teasingly., “You’re just really beautiful Y/N.”
“Natty.,” you whined, hands flying up to your face to hide your silly smile, and she only laughed harder., “Don’t hide from me now.,” her hands gripped yours, separating them just enough to lean in and kiss you a few times., “Now get some rest, your day was long.,” you smiled, gently nodding before snuggling further into the exhausted woman’s hold.
Wanda held you tightly in her arms as she faded off to sleep. Her tummy, heart, and Y/N meter full up for the night. Natasha was just about to settle down besides you when the baby monitor went off., “I’ll get it.,” you tried to offer, but Wanda’s grip tightened., “net, moy.,” she softly growled in her sleep, and Natasha pressed you back down with a smirk., “Rest little dove, you’ve done more than enough.” (No, mine)
Natasha left the room with a final kiss to your snoring lips, and a wide, accomplished smile on her swollen pair. They finally have every last thing they could ever need, and there was no way they would ever let you go. Not when they loved you for far too long in the forced dark. And especially not when you find out a month later that your implant had been expired…
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The Past Still Haunts
Master List
Summary: Wanda and Nat notice how reader still has her guard up from her last relationship
Pairing: Wandanat x reader
Word Count: 1,146
Warnings: Past abusive relationship, mentions of nightmares, blood, reader accidently cuts herself trying to clean a broken vase
Wanda and Nat were both very observant people. They noticed little things about you. You never said no. Even when they saw how much you didn’t want to do it you always said yes, they tried talking to you about it, telling you it’s okay to say no. They could tell if you were actually comfortable doing something, if you weren’t comfortable they refused to let you do it.
Once you finally got an apartment together you put your guard down a little. You were less tense and we’re having less nightmares, but you did all the housework, no matter how many times they tried helping, you refused their help. You were used to doing all the work from the previous relationship. Your previous one always said you had to do them, how it was fair. Which it wasn’t considering you were working and doing the housework while they went out and partied.
So right when they woke up Wanda and Nat did all the chores to show you it’s okay to have help. “It’s only fair,” Wanda said as she held your hand. She sensed how disappointed in yourself you were for not doing all the housework, you were grateful for Wanda and Nat’s help, but you felt bad, the housework was supposed to be your job, a job you gave yourself. “We all work in the same field Y/N, you shouldn’t have to go out there and risk your life then come back to doing all the work yourself. Just like on the field, it takes a team” Nat comforted as she rubbed your back. You nodded, finally smiling, it felt good to have help.
That was two of the few things fixed now. There was still a lot of work to be done, and they knew that. They saw how you flinch at any loud noise, flinch at their touch before calming down when you realize it’s them, how scared you get when they're mad. When Wanda and Nat were arguing over something dumb Wanda had found you in the closet curled into yourself. They put their arguing aside and focused on comforting you. Now they were careful not to yell around you and made sure no one else did either. They thought there was improvement, they thought you were fully comfortable, but they should have known the past never fully goes away.
As you cleaned the house, humming to yourself you grabbed the vase that Wanda had just bought, it was shiny and your favorite color so you loved admiring it. “Y/N!” Nat yelled, making you jump in fear and drop the vase. You stared at it in shock, scared of what they were going to do to you. You quickly got onto your knees and picked up the pieces, wincing as you cut yourself. You heard quick footsteps coming towards your room. “Y/N?” Nat called out as she got her gun ready. When she heard the crash her mind went into defensive mode. Once she entered the room, she saw you trying to clean a broken vase.
“Y/N, what happened?” Nat asked as she noticed the blood. “I-I’m sorry, I dropped the vase. I’m sorry” you started crying, waiting for the worst to come. It never did though, instead Natasha carefully pulled you onto your feet and to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit. “It’s okay detka” she said as she carefully cleaned the cut, “Wanda’s going to kill me” you cried, Wanda had bought that vase about 2 weeks ago.
“No baby, she won’t. Me and Wanda would never hurt you, I promise. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have yelled” she kissed your forehead and got her phone from her pocket. She frowned as you were still shaking and called Wanda. Wanda was better at comforting you, Nat sometimes did not know what to do since she feared hurting you more.
“Nat?” Wanda answered confused, they had just gotten off the phone 10 minutes ago. “Wanda. It’s Y/N, she’s scared and shaking and I don’t know what to do” Nat said quickly as she stepped out of the bathroom to grab the broom. “What happened?” Wanda asked and Nat heard her telling Steve that she had to leave.
Nat explained what happened while she had multitasked, phone in one hand, while the other was putting some bandaids on your cuts. She kissed bandaids as she hung up the phone and just held you. One thing she knew you loved was silence, so the two of you sat in silence.
Once Wanda got home Nat pulled away and went to greet her while you sat there shaking again. Terrible thoughts started pouring into your head, Nat wasn’t mad because it wasn’t her vase. It was Wanda’s vase. Wanda was going to be pissed you broke her vase, you kept thinking to yourself, you’ve seen her get mad, it wasn’t at you, but it was still terrifying. The way her eyes glow red and the tilted look she gives. It makes you shudder just thinking about it.
“Hey baby girl” you flinched at the voice. Wanda frowned, noticing. “I would never hurt you” she comforted as she slowly walked over to you. “Can I hug you?” She asked, you looked up at her and fully relaxed realizing she wasn’t angry at all. You nodded and let her scent calm you. Nat was sweeping the broken glass knowing Wanda had to reassure you on her own.
“Baby, I could easily get another one of those vases, and I’ll get it the same color since I know you liked it,” you nodded, smiling a bit. “Now let’s go cuddle in bed and watch some sitcoms. It’s my turn to pick tonight” she took your hand and gently led you back into the room. She looked at the floor making sure all the glass was cleaned before pulling you into bed. You were wondering where Nat was until she came into the room with a bunch of snacks and drinks in her hand.
“What weird love story are we watching today?” She asked, Wanda loved choosing some weird romantic movies when it was her turn to choose the movie. Wanda glared at her as you giggled, “We’re watching a sitcom. Get your ass in this bed before I decide to put on a romantic movie” Nat was quick to get into bed on the other side of you as she handed you your favorite snacks. You thanked her and leaned into her shoulder as Wanda rubbed your thigh.
As usual you were the first to fall asleep. Head on Nat’s shoulder as Wanda continued to rub your thigh and wrap an arm around your waist. They looked at each other knowing there was still a lot to do to fully gain your trust, but they would do whatever it took to get it.
#wandanat x reader#wanda maximoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#wandanat#wandanat x you#wandanat x y/n#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff
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Don't Trust Strangers
Pairing: Dark!WandaNat x Fem!Reader
Summary: You always felt like your neighbour, Wanda was always too nice to be true.
Warnings: mommy kink, daddy kink, dub-con, kidnapping, head (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), mentions of strap-on sex, slapping, emotional abuse, teasing, finger sucking, exhibitionism
1.3k Words
a/n: yeah..not too proud with this one either but idc enough to fix it
/ masterlist / / w.n masterlist /
"How hard is it to fucking behave?" You don't even notice that Natasha slapped you until you heard the loud crack.
Your eyes immediately fill with tears and you bring your hand up to soothe your cheek. You can tell that your cheek is going to bruise by the throbbing pain.
"I give you everything and this is how you repay me?" Natasha yells, stepping further towards you and cornering you into a wall, "This is the 5th time you've tried to escape this month."
You're quiet. You're always quiet whenever Natasha yells at you.
"You know what?" Natasha grabs a handful of your hair, dragging you towards the front door, "You wanna leave so badly, huh? Get out."
Your heart drops as Natasha throws you out into the cold night, slamming the door behind you and locking it. Immediately, you start banging on the door, begging her to let you back inside.
"Natasha, please! I'm sorry." You cry, your fist starting to ache, "I'll be good, I promise."
After 10 minutes of begging and banging on the door, you realise that Wanda wasn't going to let you back in. She doesn't love you anymore. Your heart breaks at that realisation.
You pick yourself off the floor and walk away from the door, travelling down the rows of apartments. You pause when you hear a door open in front of you, revealing a woman with brown hair. She’s wearing a nightgown and looks like she was about to sleep.
"You okay, detka?" She asks kindly, concern written all over her face.
You feel comfort in her words as Natasha always calls you 'detka'. You don't know what language it is, but you love hearing it.
Your face must be stained in tears because the moment you close enough to her, the woman wraps her arms around you, tightly hugging you and kissing the top of your head.
"Do you wanna stay with me tonight?" She offers.
With a simple nod from you, she leads you into her apartment. Her apartment is cozy. There are lit candles and shelves filled with many books. The woman leads you over to the couch, giving you a blanket and a pillow.
"My name is Wanda." She introduces herself.
As she introduces herself, you realise that you're in a stranger's house without the protection of Wanda and start to panic. You feel helpless and vulnerable without Natasha.
"Y/n, breathe, it's okay." You don't even notice that Wanda somehow knows your name in your panicked state.
"I-I don't know you." You mumble, shuffling away from Wanda.
Wanda crouches down in front of you, her hands coming up to rest on her knees, keeping you in place and unable to move away from her.
"You're safe with me, Y/n." Wanda's face is soft and her words are convincing. Wanda looks behind you and stands up, "Do you like to read?"
You nod your head, watching her pull a book from her bookshelf. She places it in your lap and you hesitantly pick it up.
"Read aloud for me," Wanda says, returning to her original place.
You open the book and start to read the first page confidently. You've always been a good reader. Suddenly, Wanda grabs onto your thighs, pulling you closer to her and spreading them apart. You let out a squeal and immediately try to close your thighs, but Wanda's too strong.
"Keep reading, detka." She demands, her fingers slowly moving up to your clit, rubbing soft circles over the fabric.
You start to protest, "My mo- my girlfriend says only she can touch me there." Your face heats up at your slip-up, praying that Wanda wouldn't notice.
"Your mommy says it's okay," Wanda smirks at your blushing face.
You start to question what Wanda means but are unable to get a word out as Wanda pushes your panties to the side and roughly pushes her fingers into you, curling them and pumping them into you.
You drop the book and cover your mouth with your hand, muffing your loud moans.
Wanda pulls your hand away with her free hand and puts the book back into your hands.
"Read," Wanda demands, her thumb coming up and rubbing your clit.
You let out a whimper and start to read the book again. Your words are shaky and whiny, and you can't control the deep blush that flushes across your face as Wanda starts to tease you.
"Awe, baby, can't you read? You really are a dumb little baby, aren't you? You just need your mommy and daddy to look after you."
You shake your head, trying to deny words that you both know are true.
"You couldn't even wait 20 minutes, Wanda? How pathetic." Natasha's voice makes you pause and look over at the front door with wide eyes. You didn't even hear her come in.
As Natasha starts to move closer, you start to feel very exposed and try to close your thighs around Wanda's hand. Natasha tsks at you and Wanda forces your thighs back apart.
"Dumb little girl, you couldn't even control yourself from letting another woman touch you?"
You start to deny her words, trying to explain how you told Wanda that she couldn't touch you but Wanda curls her fingers, hitting the spot that immediately makes you see stars. Your back arches and you let out a whiny moan as you cum around her fingers.
Natasha grabs Wanda's hair and pulls her into a kiss. Wanda moans softly and you can feel yourself getting even wetter by the second.
"Nat-" Wanda moans out, her breathing laboured as the other woman starts to play with her tits through her shirt, tugging and pinching the nipple between her fingers.
You whine loudly, disliking the sudden lack of attention.
Natasha pulls away from Wanda with a laugh. She likes to hear how desperate you get.
"Make her feel good, Wands." Natasha helps the younger girl back onto her knees before turning her attention back to you. "And keep reading, baby."
You obediently pick up the book and start to read again. Wanda pushes your panties back to the side and easily slips her fingers into you. Her mouth wraps around your clit, and you moan, grabbing her hair and pulling her closer to you.
Your attention is quickly pulled over to Natasha when she moans loudly. She's sitting on the couch across from you with her hands in her pants, getting off at the sight in front of her.
"Don't stop reading, Y/n." Natasha's voice is surprisingly strong and steady compared to her flustered state.
You shake your head, letting the book slide out of your hands as your head drops forward, "I'm gonna cum, daddy." You warn, your fingers digging into the couch to steady yourself.
Wanda immediately pulls away from you, her lips shining with your slick as she looks back at you with blown-out pupils. You want to whine about her ruining your orgasm, but you know better.
Natasha's orgasm quickly washes over her. Her moan is silent and she continues to stimulate her clit until she's too sensitive.
"Come here, Wanda." Natasha holds her fingers out to Wanda, grinning when the girl wraps her mouth around them, sucking them clean.
"Such a good girl," Natasha mutters and Wanda blushes at the praise.
Natasha finally turns her attention to you. Your eyes are filled with tears threatening to fall over.
"Awe, poor baby. Did you want to cum?" Natasha softly grabs onto your chin, making you look up at her.
You nod, letting the tears fall down your cheeks.
"Too bad." Natasha lightly slaps your cheek before undressing herself and Wanda, revealing your favourite strap.
"Let's show her what good girls miss out on, hm?"
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A hit on the ground
Wandanat x Bioquake x Bobbi x reader
Plot: Daisy, Bobbi and Reader get kidnapped…what could happen worse than that? OFC, Jemma, Natasha and Wanda have to save them.
TW: concussion (?), death of the villain :)
The darkness around you prevents you from seeing anything. A grimace distorts your face as the stabbing pain in your head makes you nauseous as you try not to close your eyes.
"Y/n, hey, hey, don't close your eyes, love."
You see the shadow of a familiar face over yours and loving hands on your cheeks; Daisy's voice rings in your ears as the inhuman checks your head for signs of injury.
"I think you have a concussion. They disabled my powers with this collar," you can't see her well because of the darkness, but you imagine her touching something around her neck, "and they sedated Bobbi with an ICER before they knocked you out, right after you ran to her. Bobbi hasn't woken up yet."
A dim light illuminates the room you are in; it is a small, drab, gray cell, the concrete floor cold to your touch. Your attention is focused on the face of the soulmate above you. Daisy has a deep cut on her cheek, and your hand instinctively reaches up to trace the edges with your thumb.
" It's a bad cut, Dee."
You push forward, trying to sit up, but Daisy stops you; your current weakness does not allow you to break free of her grip.
"Be still, I'm no doctor, but I don't think you should get up with a concussion, not until I'm sure you're okay."
Daisy is about to speak again, but the sound of a snort and the shuffling of clothes makes you both turn to your blonde soulmate. Bobbi blinks a few times, sits up, and then quickly drags herself to your side as soon as she notices Daisy holding your head in her hands with a worried look on her face.
"What happened? Where are we? Are you okay?"
Bobbi speaks so fast that you can barely understand her. You take her hand and draw circles on her palm, addressing her with a small smile.
"We're fine, Splendor...Hydra set a trap for us; they shot you with an ICER and blocked Dee's powers. How are you feeling?"
Bobbi shrugs and looks at you, her hands instantly replacing Daisy's as she carefully checks your head wound.
"Damn...are you dizzy? Vertigo? Nausea? Headache? Loss of memory?"
You shake your head, lying through your teeth, before sitting up with the help of the two girls. Bobbi doesn't take her eyes off you; Daisy, however, has her gaze fixed on the cell door as she furiously scratches her neck, just above the collar.
"Dee, stop scratching or you'll hurt yourself."
You elbow her in the arm and the inhuman stops, a small pout on her lips. The movement you make causes you more pain than you already feel. Your head throbs and the nausea you've been feeling increases exponentially; suddenly you're so weak that you lurch forward dangerously, and if it weren't for Bobbi, your face would hit the ground.
"Hey! Rockstar, are you okay? Y/n!"
Bobbi pulls your hair away from your face, and when she sees your half-closed eyes, she slaps your cheeks lightly, trying to keep you awake.
"No love, you need to stay awake."
Daisy whispers, checking your heart rate and exchanging a worried look with the blonde girl. You flinch and run a hand over your cut, trying in vain to ease the pain you're feeling. Bobbi and Daisy are talking to you, but you can't really understand what they're saying.
"We need to get her to Jemma, I think she's getting worse."
Bobbi says, putting a hand to your forehead to check your temperature as she glances at the cell door.
"I need to get this damn collar off."
Inhuman tries to force it off your neck before Bobbi stops her.
"It's no use Daisy, stop before you get hurt...Y/n, hey, you need to keep your eyes open. I know it's hard, but you have to do it for us."
Bobbi pulls you up by your armpits, pulling you into an upright position, and you let out a small moan as your head dangles forward before Bobbi rests it on her chest, helping to keep it upright before you pull away from her to put the little food back in your stomach, inches from your girls.
"It hurts," you whine, unaware that she is saying it out loud on purpose, and Bobbi grabs you before you can fall into the puddle of vomit in front of you, backing away a few steps and continuing to hold you.
"I know, honey, it will pass soon. I promise you. Just try to hold on a little longer, okay?" Bobbi gently caresses your face and gives you a small, worried smile.
Daisy moves nervously back and forth in the small cell, perhaps making a furrow for strength and continuity of movement.
"We need to find a way out of here, did you see anything while we were unconscious?"
Bobbi turns to the inhuman and curls her lips in frustration when he shakes his head.
"I was hooded, but I think we're dealing with him, Bobs."
Daisy's voice trembles slightly, though the girl does everything she can to keep you both from hearing it as she continues her frantic pace. You quickly realize who he is talking about, and just as the realization hits you, the cell door swings open, and though the dizziness and confusion caused by the concussion does not help, you immediately recognize the face that crosses the threshold, an irritated grin plastered on his face.
Grant Ward wrinkles his nose at the stench of vomit that hits him as soon as he opens the door, but that only adds to the stupid grin he wears.
"Y/n, I see you hit your head pretty hard...I'd say I'm sorry, but after all, you're the one who took away the love of my life, so no, I'm not sorry at all. It's good to see you again, ladies."
They look away. Kara's death weighs on your hands, but after what she and the piece of shit in front of you had done to Bobbi... you really had no choice. So you grit your teeth and force yourself to put on your best slap face. Out of the corner of your eye you see Bobbi shaking her head and Daisy telling you to stop bullshitting with your lip.
"Oh Ward, please, she's much happier now that she's away from you, and if you hadn't been such a coward to leave her, you'd probably be where she is now."
You regret your words as soon as the two gorillas behind Ward hold Daisy and Bobbi down and the former S.H.I.E.L.D. agent's fist slams into your right cheek with such force that, added to the weakness from the concussion, it knocks you to the ground, and this time, as your head slams violently against the floor, your eyes remain closed after the impact and your girls' hearts stop as they realize you've lost consciousness.
"You fucking bastard!" Daisy screams and Bobbi, blinded by the sight of you on the floor, struggles against the energetic man holding her down and you manage to break free, using the moment to steal the remote control Ward is clutching in his right hand and press the small button above it. A click echoes through the cell before Daisy's collar falls to the floor with a resounding thud.
"Now you're fucked, you bastard." Daisy breaks the bones of the gorilla holding her before turning to face the traitor.
Ward backs away, raising his hands and smiling at the two very angry officers. Daisy raises her right hand and points it at him.
"Any last words?" Daisy smiles, and even though her stomach is churning with concern for you, she tries not to let it show.
Bobbi sees Ward grab the gun with a lightning snap, and before either of them can even try to stop him, he grabs your body by the costume suit as he puts the gun to your temple. Despite the abrupt movement, you remain unconscious and your head falls forward.
"One step and I'll put a bullet in her head and damn it, I'm just waiting for one more reason to do it..."
Bobbi wants to scream and slap that arrogant grin off her face, but your life is in danger and she can't afford to make a misstep and she's damn scared.
"I strongly suggest you put the gun down," Bobbi says, stopping herself from jumping for his neck. You look at Daisy out of the corner of your eye and see that even the Inhuman is holding back from breaking every bone in his body.
When you return to consciousness, your instincts tell you not to open your eyes and to let your body remain soft in the grip of someone you do not recognize, at least not yet until he opens his mouth. Memories come flooding back to you and it takes very little time to realize that the cold object pressed against your temple is a gun.
"You know, I have the advantage here and..." Ward begins to speak and before you lose consciousness again, you throw yourself to the ground, catching him off guard and dragging the Hydra spy with you; your sudden movement causes him to lose his grip on the gun, which slips out of his hand, and as soon as that happens, Daisy uses her powers to throw him against the wall, knocking him unconscious. Bobbi leans over you and takes your face in her hands. No matter how hard you try to stay awake, your eyes close without you being able to stop them.
"No, no, Rockstar, you have to stay awake. Y/n please."
Bobbi screams your name as your eyes roll back and your nose begins to bleed. Drops of blood slide down your chin, starting at your nose, and Bobbi is forced to move you to the side to keep you from suffocating in your own blood, continuing to call your name to wake you up.
"Bobbi, what... what... Bobbi, Bobbi, someone is coming, we have to get out of here!"
Daisy restrains herself from screaming, keeping her arms pointed at the half-closed door of the cell, ready to break the bones of anyone who enters through it, never looking away from you. And then, when the door opens to reveal the familiar face of your other three soul mates, Daisy wants to cry with relief.
"Did I step on your moment?" Natasha flashes her best sarcastic smile, but it quickly fades when she sees the state you are in.
Jemma falls to your side, as do the other girls, just after Wanda casts a restraining spell on the door. The first aid kit slips from Jemma's shoulders and falls to the floor with a resounding thud before the sound of a zipper being unzipped rattles their eardrums.
"Bobbi, I need to know what happened."
Jemma says, her doctor's voice not leaving her for a moment as she rummages through her pockets before pulling out a small flashlight, and while Bobbi explains to her what happened, the biochemist checks your parameters with Daisy. She takes your face in her hands and opens your eyelids with her index finger and thumb, checking the dilation of your pupils.
"The right pupil is very dilated, we need to get you to the lab. I need a CT scan and..."
Jemma struggles to control her voice, trying not to shake it as she slips a collar around your neck to keep your head still before her eyes fall on the blood crusted under your nose. Her eyes widen as she notices it, and the fear and worry she has been trying to hold in until now rises to the surface.
"No, no, we need to get her out of here right now - we shouldn't even be moving her, she could be bleeding internally. The nosebleed..."
Before Jemma can finish her sentence, Wanda walks over to you and places both hands on your temples as thin strands of red magic encircle your forehead and after a few seconds you open your eyes. You flinch as the light in the room stings your head, not that it doesn't hurt disgustingly on its own. Nausea hits you as soon as you open your eyes, as does the dizziness that makes you feel as if you are on a boat in the middle of the waves, even though you are lying down. You are so confused and in so much pain that you cannot even speak or understand where you are.
"W-Ward-H-Hydra, not--"
Disjointed and confused words leave your lips; you are not thinking clearly, you cannot even make out the faces of your girls, and in fact, you are not even really aware that they are there with you.
"Y/n, hey, it's gonna be okay, Ward's out, you're gonna be okay, okay? Stay awake okay?"
Jemma uses the flashlight again, pointing it at your pupils. You raise your hand, obviously lacking a flashlight given your current lack of communication, to ward off this annoying source of light that only increases the pain you feel.
"Love, stay still, we need to check you - Wanda, Nat, Daisy contact May and tell her to release the medical capsule." Jemma holds your head so you can't move it for any reason.
"Jem, we can't bring the capsule here. We are in a Hydra base and..."
"Natalia, we really have no choice. We shouldn't even move it in this condition."
Natasha bites her lower lip as Jemma's determined whisper forces her to nod and activate communications. The widow takes a few steps away and informs May that one of her charges is badly injured and needs immediate attention.
Wanda brushes a strand of hair away from your face and your heart misses a beat as red stains her fingers. Fatigue hits you and you can no longer keep your eyelids open.
"No stubborn idiot, you have to hold on a few more minutes please. Open your fucking eyes y/n" Daisy uses her powers to vibrate your hand; it causes you slight discomfort, but enough to make you open your eyes. You look at her confusedly with glazed eyes, and Daisy's stomach drops when she notices that even though you're looking at her, you don't even seem to notice that she's there.
"Jemma, Jemma what's wrong? Y/n, love, look at me. Can you hear me?"
You don't move, you don't do anything, even your eyes don't move, and your girls' hearts sink. Jemma checks your pulse, while Bobbi prepares the stretcher Fitz designed for situations like yours. It is so small that, thanks to the nanomaterials it is made of, it can easily be carried in a first-aid kit, yet it is as strong as an ordinary steel stretcher.
Jemma notices the spasms in your hand and the small contractions in your right leg, and for a second, panic takes over before you become a doctor again and not one of your soul mates.
"She's having a seizure; we need to get her to the Quinjet as soon as the seizure stops. Daisy, time the crisis; Bobbi, inject her with diazepam..."
"It's okay y/n, we're here with you, we won't leave you. You can get through this, love."
Wanda holds your head still and the other girls do as Jemma tells them. Natasha glances at the biochemist and when your seizure ends they quickly move you to the gurney and the little moan of pain from your lips makes them breathe a sigh of relief because it means you are at least conscious.
"What do we do with him?" Daisy says, pointing at Ward with a nod of her head, but never taking her eyes off you.
Natasha takes a deep breath, then draws her gun and points it at the scum that has been your nightmare for the past few years. Bobbi, Daisy, Wanda and Jemma nod and then they think back and look at what it has done to you, Daisy's betrayal, Jemma being thrown into the sea, the trauma it has caused Bobbi... A gunshot echoes in the cell and after a few seconds the girls think of the only thing they care about right now and as they prepare to get you out of there the nightmare that has haunted you for years finally lies on the floor with a hole in its forehead.
Wanda and Natasha stand in front of you; Daisy and Bobbi take the stretcher while Jemma keeps checking your vitals.
"May is waiting for us, the pod just hit the ground, the corridor is clear," Natasha raises her gun, her finger brushing the trigger as she leaves the cell you were locked in. After five minutes and one less magazine, you enter the small capsule as a shower of bullets is stopped by Wanda and Daisy's powers, then the doors close and the capsule begins to rise. Jemma and Bobbi set you up on the cot in the middle of the medical pod, while the other girls step aside and push against the walls so they can work out of the way. Bobbi lifts the bed rails as soon as Jemma finishes connecting the various monitors on the walls to your vital signs. Your suit has been cut open and your chest is exposed, your bra the only covering besides the three electrodes the two doctors have been busy attaching to you.
"I hate heights."
Wanda sighs, closes her eyes, and slides to the floor with her back against the wall.
Natasha kneels at her side, wrapping her arms around her sides and planting a kiss on her temple.
"We know Malyshka."
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It takes a week for your brain to begin healing, and another three days for your body to open your eyes for the first time.
You blink four times before your eyes adjust to the dim light in the room and take a full twenty seconds to realize where you are. You've never liked the medical capsule, especially considering the number of times you've woken up in it. Your limbs feel as heavy as boulders, and from the dryness of your throat, you deduce that you have been unconscious for more than a few hours.
You look around, and although you didn't notice them at first, your soul mates are sitting around your bed. Wanda and Jemma are lying in each other's arms on a makeshift cot by your side, while Bobbi, Natasha, and Daisy are sitting in three chairs close together, their heads resting inhumanly on both the wall and your bed.
You lift your hand, struggling much harder than expected, and place it on Daisy's head, stroking her hair. A slight headache makes your temples throbbing, but you don't mind, and as you continue to run your fingers over your friend's silky hair, memories come flooding back, and Ward's cultured imprint is forced upon your mind, making you wince and wonder if the girls made it out unscathed. You look at them, and except for a small bandage on Daisy's cheek where she cut herself, you notice nothing out of place.
Your hand movement is interrupted by a small part of the Inhuman's head. Daisy's eyes narrow as she lifts her head from the comfortable pillow the blankets had made for her, and after focusing on the smile on your lips, sleep seems to vanish in a flash as she jumps on your neck and hugs you with all the strength she possesses.
"We were so afraid you wouldn't wake up - don't ever do that to us again."
Daisy whispers, filling your face with kisses. Awakened by the noise of the Inhuman, even the other girls take a few seconds to realize that you are finally awake, and soon you are attacked by a sandwich hug.
"Don't ever do this to us again, Malyshka."
"You had us so scared detka,"
"Hey Rockstar, it's about time you woke up. It's been ten days since we've seen those beautiful eyes."
Bobbi leans over and plants a kiss on your forehead. You open your mouth to speak, and when the words you thought you had come out garbled and stuttered, you frown. Jemma gives you a reassuring smile, but then tightens her lips. You all know she only does that when she has bad news to tell.
"We've induced a medically induced coma for seven days to allow your brain to heal from the concussion, so you'll have to go into rehab for a few months...I know it's frustrating, y/n, but it's necessary for you to heal properly, and you really have no choice in the matter."
Jemma speaks slowly, punctuating each word with a look that doesn't allow for an answer, and from the looks on your girls' faces you realize that this time you won't be able to avoid the doctor's orders.
You smile and roll your eyes as you nod slowly, afraid that the pain in your head will get worse. You reach out to them, motioning for them to hug you again, and they do.
You try to say "I love you", but the words don't come out of your mouth, but Wanda smiles at you, leaves a sweet kiss on your lips and whispers against them, "We love you too, detka. Rest now, it will be very long weeks".
You close your eyes with a smile still on your lips, and although the road ahead is long, you have a feeling that you will be able to rest easy; strangely, your soulmate instinct tells you that Ward will no longer be a problem. How strange...
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Was wondering if I would be ok to request a sick reader with Wandanat where readers just come out of surgery (could be for anything, like injured on a mission, wisdom teeth etc) and they’re kind of loopy still, not really sure if it counts as a sick fix though so I don’t mind if it’s not your thing 😅
A Little Less Wisdom
〖Notes: Okay, I had my wisdom teeth out a few months ago and I thought I'd be funny after waking up. NO. I just cried. I cried a lot. And then I got confused and hit my ride home. It was a long day.〗
〖Summary: You need your wisdom teeth out.〗
〖Word Count: 1320〗
〖Pairing: Wandanat x Sick Reader〗
☾Masterlists☽
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Out of all of the problems you could face as a superhero, ‘impacted wisdom teeth’ was never on your list. It hadn’t even crossed your mind; it just wasn’t something you’d ever believed that you’d need to worry about. Maybe there was a part of you that considered the possibility, but when there were so many other more dangerous things to worry about dental health didn’t really make the top hundred.
But two weeks ago, when your girlfriends had noticed the way you were avoiding hard foods and the copious amounts of over-the-counter pain meds you were taking, they finally said something. It really didn’t click to you that anything was wrong until Natasha had brought it up, a look on her face that betrayed her true concern.
Once they had completed their makeshift intervention, you began to notice the real pain in your mouth and began to wonder how exactly you had ignored it in the first place. Your best guess was that something was always hurting from one battle or another, that this one just didn’t seem too pressing. That sprained ankle had been a worse issue than the tooth pain. Until you noticed it, of course.
After a checkup from Dr. Helen Cho (who reiterated over and over again that she was not a dentist) and a few x-rays later, you were found to have “severely impacted” wisdom teeth. Not just regularly impacted, but severely. Not only that, but it was all four of them. You didn’t do anything in halves.
Wanda had been shocked at how well you had been hiding your discomfort, while Natasha was more focused on helping you to feel better. She wanted you to have surgery as quickly as possible, stating her concerns about possible complications and expected recovery time.
This was her way of expressing her love, getting overly caught up on details, and making sure that everything was 100% taken care of so that neither you nor Wanda had to worry. She was a wonderful girlfriend.
The day of the surgery came and went, a mission getting in the way of your dental care. This didn’t particularly bother you, part of you (as embarrassed as you felt) was incredibly nervous about the operation. You had read up about it in secret and had learned about every single complication ever recorded in human history.
This was, of course, a bad idea. Now you were panicking about dry-socket, nerve damage, infection, and possible death as a result of the anesthetic. The idea of being completely out of control of your surroundings was not one that you particularly enjoyed.
Unfortunately, beings who wanted to destroy the human race could only keep you from getting your wisdom teeth out for so long. The day arrived and you were mildly freaking out about it. Wanda, who could literally sense your emotions, had been trying to keep you calm by distracting you with silly little tasks and offering small comforts.
Natasha was less subtle about her attempts to soothe you; she straight up hadn’t left your side the whole day. She kept murmuring reassurances to you while you watched some dumb TV show and had even done research of her own to combat what you had found. She combatted your fear with love and statistics. These two very different ways of trying to make you feel less anxious were working very well together to put you at ease.
You lay back in the dentist’s chair and stared with panic-filled eyes at your loving girlfriends who were hovering in the doorway, unable to enter the sterile field. Suddenly, a very loud thought filled your head.
It’s all going to be okay. Breathe. We’ll be right here. You’ll be okay.
It was hard to describe how it felt when Wanda projected a thought into your mind. You could tell that it wasn’t a thought of your own, it had a comforting feeling. A soft, gentle, loving feeling. It put you at ease more than the intravenous anesthetic that was being pumped into your body.
The last thing you felt as you closed your eyes was that lingering emotion that Wanda had pushed into your mind.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
“They’re waking up,” Natasha murmured, nudging Wanda slightly. The witch looked up from her phone where she had been anxiously tapping away at some game, a look of relief flooding her face. The two women stared down at you, both smiling as your beautiful e/c eyes fluttered open.
“Hey sweetie, how are you feeling?” Wanda cooed softly, reaching out to brush a few strands of hair out of your lashes. You opened your mouth as if about to speak, but then closed it again. You repeated the motion a few times, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you started to reach up for your mouth.
“No no no, let’s not do that. We’ve gotta leave that alone for now, okay?” The brunette chastised, quickly pulling your hand away. You pulled a pout, but the time it took for you to actually change your expression was absolutely hilarious. It took you a full five seconds to register that something had been said and react to it.
“Mh mufh iffmahds.” You mumbled around the gauze, the words you were trying to say lost around the cotton fabric stuffed into your mouth. Natasha leaned forward and bent down to kiss your head, leaving her lips there for a few moments to express her relief. She knew that nothing bad would happen to you, but the anxiety was always going to be there.
“Just rest baby, we’ll talk when you’re a little more awake.” She said kindly, grabbing Wanda’s hand as your eyes fell closed again. The redhead turned to her and grinned before kissing her soft pink lips.
“They’ll be okay Wands.” She reassured, resting her forehead against Wanda’s.
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
The peace of you being sort of asleep only lasted for twenty or so minutes. This time when you woke back up, you were ready to go. You quite literally came up swinging, your eyes wide and yelling something that neither of your girlfriends could understand through the gauze.
“Woah! Calm down, it’s alright babe, it’s okay.” Natasha said, reaching over to grab your fists.
“The chicken! The chicken’s comin’!” You cried, forcing the words out as you struggled against the grasp of your concerned girlfriend.
“What are you talking about? There’s no chicken!” The redhead replied, sounding frantic as she dodged a kick aimed at her face. You weren’t fully coherent, but your fighting skills were still very much intact. You had trained for this and were using your training to keep yourself safe from the aforementioned chicken.
“Robot chickens! So many, too many, can’t do it, gotta go!” You spat out, starting to get out of the reclining chair. You made it halfway up before falling back again, not entirely prepared for the weight of gravity. Gravity was hard.
“Y/n, Y/n. Listen to me. There are no chickens, okay? We’re in medical, you had surgery, and it’s all okay. Relax babes. You’re safe. It's just Nat and me.” Wanda soothed, putting every bit of calming energy into her voice. She felt bad for using witchcraft on you to alter your emotions, but she needed to calm you down as quickly as possible.
Thankfully, it worked. You sat back and relaxed, your body going limp against Natasha’s. You quite literally fell against your favorite assassin but remained conscious this time, breathing heavily as you relaxed again.
“I don’t like poultry.” You grumbled, nuzzling your face into Natasha’s shoulder. The redhead laughed softly, and Wanda let out a weary sigh, a grin spreading over her face. The operation was over, but it was becoming more and more obvious that that had been the easy part. Now they had to deal with an incredibly confused, slightly high you who would probably remember absolutely none of this.
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