#ld: asks

[wandasaura]

Wanda and Nat are both such sweet and gentle souls with R, so I'm wondering how a fight would go down. All 3 of them during an argument and the aftermath of it all

˚⋆。°౨ৎ wandanat and dove don’t fight often, they’re usually really good with communication and patience, but they do get into it like any other couple. most times it’s dove that's stuck in the middle as the two avengers go toe to toe, but sometimes, she finds herself in the center of the problem. their spats are usually resolved pretty quickly though, they’re too soft to stay mad for long. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

warning(s) — alludes to elements of ageplay/discussion of headspace although brief and non-descriptive, mentions of pietros death and canon events, primarily fluff tbh (i got carried away)

The air was thick as you stood red-faced in the doorway of Wanda’s office, flustered and overwhelmed as she trailed behind you, arms crossed over her chest, not willing to drop the topic despite your pleas. Poor Natasha was caught in the crossfire of your argument, looking between the both of you with a pitied understanding. Tension had been rising for days, all three of you had felt it, but the coil had finally snapped when Wanda made a passive aggressive comment about your recent comings and goings.

“Wanda!” You pulled at your hair, eyes brimming with tears that were both angry and hurt. You’d seen her like this a few times, but her anger had never been directed toward you. Now, her venomous words sunk into your skin as she seethed and ranted on and on about your absence and ill-mood. You couldn’t help the long hours you spent held up in the library. You couldn’t help that when you finally did return home, you were drained and too exhausted to maintain a proper conversation, just wanting to sleep. Your dissertation was due in only a matter of weeks, and you’d spent months slacking off in favor of spending time with her and Natasha. That wasn’t their fault, you’d never blame them for the choices you made, but there wasn’t any more time for games as your deadline approached, but she hadn’t seen it that way. “I’m here now!” You nearly stamped your foot, words caught in your throat as you tried to disarm your loaded girlfriend. Your limbs felt like jelly at your sides, nerves filled with static energy as you attempted to break through to her.

“Wands,” Natasha tried to interject for the second time, worry etched across her features as she watched you spiral further down into yourself as the argument dragged on, only a shell of the woman she loved. Confrontation was not your thing, both of them knew that, but Wanda had become so blinded by her own trauma, she didn’t realize what she was saying, or who she was saying it too. All she felt was that same twinge of abandonment she’d experienced on Sokovia when Pietro drew his last breath. All she recognized was that once again, somebody she loved was pulling away.

“Don’t.” Wanda flinched away from Natasha’s touch, her eyes slitted into daggers. She wasn’t seeing you, not really anyways. She was seeing red, and when she got to this point, so caught up in her head that all she saw was tendrils of chaos magic and flashes of red, it was best to just let her calm down on her own terms. “Don’t touch me.” She put distance between herself and Natasha’s soft body with a raised palm, shuddering violently as her emotions worked on her patience and outer reserve. You never liked seeing her like this, but you especially didn’t like being the cause.

On the few occasions that you’d witnessed this side of her, it was usually some moron at work that wound her up to this point, but now it was you, and you felt sick to your stomach watching her break. Standing in the doorframe of her office, your laptop still open on her desk and illuminating the otherwise dark room, you watched helplessly as she walked away, muttering beneath her breath that she was going to bed. Your heart sank to your feet as you watched the guest bedroom door swing close, flinching into yourself when the harsh slam ricocheted off the walls and bounced off of your skin.

“I just-” You looked at Natasha helplessly, not knowing what words to say to get her to understand. You didn’t have to say anything though, Natasha knew. Sadly, she closed the space between your lonely bodies, letting you fall into her chest when she was in arms distance. Your sobs broke her heart, but there was only so much she could do to ease the pain you were feeling. It was Wanda that you needed, Wanda that you wanted, but the other half of your heart was locked away and isolated all because you failed to better prioritize your work.

“I know, milaya devushka.” One hand held your waist while the other cradled the back of your head as she let you weep into her shoulder and dampen her tank top. “She just needs some time.”

A crestfallen wail rattles your chest, pleading eyes searching Natasha’s face for any indication that this isn’t real. You’ve never fought like this before, and you didn’t like the way it felt in your belly as you thought about the empty space that would take up your bed tonight. “She’s mad at me.”

“She’s not mad.” Natasha shook her head, letting go of your head so that she could grasp your chin in her calloused hand, keeping your eyes locked on hers instead of letting you hide away again. “She’s scared. You’ve spent the last few months attached to her hip, dorogoy. I know that you’ve been putting off your assignment, she knows that you’ve been putting off your assignments, but right now, I think she’s confusing your absence with abandonment. She’s not used to you being gone, just like you weren’t used to her having to work long hours in the office. She just needs to adjust, she’ll realize eventually.”

“She was mean.” You admit, tears soaking your cheeks as you rest against Natasha’s palm. She hates seeing you so beat up over this, hates knowing your delicate heart has been through the ringer at the expense of someone you love the most, but all she can do is be there for you and hope that everything falls back into place. Couples fight, especially ones in your situation, but she also knows that Wanda’s more than just a girlfriend at the end of the day. She’s the one you confide in first, the one you seek out when you want someone to understand you without having to explain anything, she’s your Mommy, and the balance of your relationship will never be as simple as just romantic lovers with a history of traumatic events.

“I know she was mean, baby. You just have to give her some grace right now.” You nod weakly, letting Natasha led you into the dark bedroom that lacks Wanda’s presence, sinking into the mattress with limbs as heavy as your heart, hoping that tomorrow is a better day.

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Morning came before your body was willing to accept the kiss of sunlight against exposed skin, but truthfully it wasn’t the approaching dawn that woke you, it was the sensation of a body sinking into bed. With your head on Natasha’s chest, you knew it wasn’t the assassin that slipped in next to you, so it must’ve been Wanda. Her side of the bed had been left untouched, cold and empty as you occupied as little space as was physically possible. Her absence weighed on your heart even in your dreams, but the warmth of an additional arm slinking over your waist lightened that pain the slightest bit.

“I know you’re awake.” She whispered, her voice hoarse and gravely like it was every morning. Despite the hurt that gnawed at your belly for hours until sleep eventually took over, you sank into her embrace without hesitance, twisting around beneath the heavy blankets until your head was resting on the satin pillowcase and your eyes were locked with hers. She tried to smile, but all she managed was a weak grimace that broke your heart. She hadn’t slept a wink, bloodshot eyes and sunken in features all the evidence you needed to make that conclusion. “I’m sorry.” She admitted into the quiet of your bedroom, sniffling when the onset of tears made it difficult to keep her words even.

“I know I’ve been gone a lot recently, and I know I haven’t prioritized a lot of time for us to Wanda and Y/N, but I didn’t realize it would hurt you this much.” You whispered back, not giving her the chance to dwell on the mistakes of last night. Nothing could change what had happened, but you were willing to move on from it if she was. You missed her, you had missed her before she chose to sleep alone, but now that longing had been amplified.

“You’ve been fighting your headspace. I didn’t realize how much I would miss those little moments until you took them away, and I let myself think the worst. I’m so proud of your work, moya lyubov, I just miss us.” She leaned in to kiss your nose, laying her forehead against yours as your legs tangled together beneath the thick comforter, weeks of separation finally coming to an end.

“I miss us too.” You sighed, more than content with this simple moment, even if it lacked Natasha’s sarcastic wit. The widow was awake, both you and Wanda knew that, but you were thankful she chose to keep her mouth shut as you finally confronted each other with feelings you’d been pushing away. “Promise we’ll never do that again? I hated it.”

“Never again.” Wanda promised, “That was the worst nights sleep of my life.”

A groan interrupted your sweet moment, the redhead on your otherside finally having enough of her chosen silence. “You guys are cute, but some of us are trying to sleep.”

A giggle tumbled past your lips when Wanda rolled her eyes, red tendrils of chaos magic ambushing Natasha square in the face like the sensation of a fluffy pillow. Your laughter only amplified when the fit redhead twisted her body on top of yours, slim fingers digging into your ribcage as you wriggled and squirmed beneath her.

milaya devushka — sweet girl / moya lyubov — my love

[wandasaura]

Oh oh! How about little dove getting kidnapped by some enemies of Wandanat? The reaction and aftermath of it all

˚⋆。°౨ৎ they’d go into protective girlfriend mode immediately, nobody messes with dove and gets away with it. natasha is the silent protector of the trio, whereas wanda is the one to make sure that dove is okay while checking for any injuries, but they’d both be absolutely fueming that anyone would be brave enough to drag you into this (the rest of the avengers definitely have your back if something were to happen and a body needed to be disposed of without a trace). they wouldn’t leave your side for weeks, and there would 100% be cuddle piles that have dove questioning if this is how she dies, being suffocated by two big teddy bears who pretend to be scary ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

warning(s) — kidnap, assault, mention of blood/injury, tracking devices, alludes to murder and disposing of a body, generally pretty soft and nondescript

Wanda knew something was off the second she stepped into your shared apartment. The echo of silence ambushed her immediately, but nothing looked out of the ordinary to the naked eye. She frowned when you didn’t come to greet her at the door, missing your company after hours away. She called out your name, disrupting the settled silence that was unusual to hear. When she draped her coat over the arm of the couch to be dealt with later, searching for any indication of where you could be, she noticed your favorite mug left sitting on the coffee table, and your fuzziest blanket in a ball on a floor.

“Dove?” She called for you gently, eyes glowing red as she felt the eerie emptiness all around her. When a noise startled her, she whipped around, hands glowing red, but when it was just Natasha coming in behind her, she dropped her guard.

“Woah.” Natasha raised her hands cautiously, frowning at Wanda’s frazzled state. “Wands?” She questioned, coming up behind Wanda’s tense frame, taking in the same things that the younger redhead was analyzing; the balled up blanket on the floor, the forgotten mug, the deafening silence.

“Somethings wrong.” Wanda eyed the untidy appearance of the living room, tilting her head when she noticed a stain on the corner of your favorite cuddly blanket. Leaving Natasha behind, she reached for the gray blanket hesitantly, breath being stolen from her chest when she realized the nature of the stain. Almost completely dry, alluding that whatever injury you had sustained had been hours ago at this point in the evening, the discolored patch of fabric was stiff and smelled disgustingly like blood when Wanda lifted it to her nose. “Where are you, baby? Y/N!” Wanda raised her voice, panicked and frenzied as she took off toward the bedroom.

A strangled sound came from her throat when she found the room empty and in shambles, suggesting that whatever happened, you’d put up a fight. The framed pictures you cherished were shattered on the floor, smudged fingerprints littered the vanity mirror, and the lamp that sat on the left bedside table was shattered and knocked over, a pool of sticky blood saturating the base. Wanda felt sick to her stomach at the thought of you scared and alone, wounded and assaulted by your own furniture in a space you were supposed to be safe.

Wanda was hysterical as she tore apart the bedroom, fueled by not only her pain, but a sickening guilt. You’d begged and pleaded with her that morning wanting her to stay. Natasha had already gone and left by the time you had woken, but Wanda was still around, sorting through emails and mission reports just down the hall in her office. She had heard you coming before she saw you, your footsteps soft and shuffled as you sleepily dragged yourself through the halls. You didn’t ask for an invitation into the office, she’d never turned you away before, so you sank into her lap without hesitation, and laid your head down on her shoulder, attempting to charm her into staying with wide doe eyes. She hadn’t, she wished that she had, but she didn’t. She’d only laughed at your clinginess, braided your hair, and promised to be home before you knew it. If she knew what she knowqs now, she never would’ve left your side. Never would’ve left you alone.

Natasha sank to her knees beside Wanda when the younger woman crumbled to the ground, bodywrenching sobs shaking her frame. “We’ll get her back.” Natasha coaxed over and over, not sure if she was attempting to reassure herself or Wanda, but it didn’t matter in the end, because she knew that whoever had been dumb enough to harm the one thing the two most feared Avengers loved most, wouldn’t live long enough to tell the tale themselves.

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It had taken all of twenty minutes for Wanda to pull herself together, but once she’d managed to get her head back on her shoulders and push away the insurmountable grief she’d allowed to distract her, she remembered the earrings she gifted you on your birthday only a few months ago; more specifically, she remembered the tracking device Tony had installed in one of the diamonds. You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to fall in deep with two women in their position, but they still went the extra mile to ensure your safety when they weren’t around to ensure it themselves. Luckily for them, you hadn’t taken those earrings out since the day you’d gotten them, and it only took seconds to ping its location once Natasha pulled up the GPS screening on her Stark Tablet. Within minutes both of your girlfriends were suited up and ready to bring you home safe by whatever means necessary, eyes cold and void of the warmth they usually held at the thought of you.

You were being kept in some dingy basement of a downtown brownstone, your bloody but relatively unharmed face clear to both of them the second they busted through the bolted shut metal doors. Your capture was brainless, Wanda would’ve gladly used a harsher word, if it weren’t for Natasha directing her to cut the zipties around your wrists and ankles while she dealt with the scrawny kid that had crossed paths with the Avengers a few years ago, and had clearly plotted revenge on what he considered the weakest link. What he had failed to consider was the rage that would fuel your girlfriends at the prospect of you becoming another lost soul. She didn’t hold back as she punched him square in the face, and despite being halfway across the room wailing into Wanda’s chest, you swore you heard his nose crack, or maybe it was his jaw. Whatever injury he’d acquired didn’t matter, your eyes fixated on Wanda who was using her chaos magic to gently pry the ducktape from off of your mouth.

“Shh, shh. You’re okay. You’re okay. Just focus on me, baby. Look at me, moya lyubov, only me. Don’t look at Natty, keep those pretty eyes on me.” Her hands were cold as she pried your eyes away from Natasha who was working the petty criminal over with no lack of force. You whimpered when you finally found the green eyes of your girlfriend, sinking into her chest the second you were free of your confines.

“I-I-” You tried to explain, tried to apologize for worrying them so much, but between the panic in your chest and the pain in your head from where you’d been beaten with the base of your lamp, you could only fumble over yourself incoherently.

“I know, I know. It’s okay, it’s all okay now.” Wanda worked at getting the blood off of your face, wiping her hand across your forehead until all that remained was a faint stain of red. She doesn’t know if she’ll ever be able to look at the color anymore without getting flashbacks to this night, and the sight of you so broken down and petrified. She’s nauseous now, just trying to get you back together enough so you’re able to walk out of here. “Nobody’s gonna hurt you again. Let’s get you out of here.” You helped you to your feet, cautious eyes scanning your frame to ensure no other injuries had been hidden from her first glance. “Natalia.” Her voice was sharp as she beckoned Natasha over to you, green eyes void of the usual mischief and dominance that came whenever she used the assassins legal name.

Natasha huffed, giving your capture one last kick to the ribs before she left him crumbled up on the stone flooring, wrapping an arm around your waist and helping Wanda lead you up the stairs and outside into the cold evening air. You’d never been so grateful for the stench of New York City, but after hours of only smelling rusted metal and your own fresh blood, you’d have accepted anything.

“Let’s get you home, little one.” Natasha mumbled as she pressed her lips against your hairline, pressing a single button on the waistband of her stealthsuit that would alert Steve and Tony about the much needed cleanup in the basement. She’d be surprised if that idiot kid survived long enough to even see the bright red of Tony’s suit, and if he did, by whatever miraculous means, she had no questions about both Tony and Steve finishing the job. Nobody messed with you without messing with all of them.

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Once you’d been checked over for any internal injuries and given the all clear, your girlfriends brought you home to get some much needed rest. Wanda helped you to bathe, seeing as your limbs were sore from hours of being bound and your headache was crippling enough to make you dizzy even when standing still, and Natasha scattered to the kitchen where she made your favorite meal (chicken nuggets and mac n cheese). You couldn’t bare the sight of your bedroom still torn apart and riddled with droplets of your blood, the majority of the attack having tkaen place right in the center only minutes after Wanda left for the day. So instead, you camped out in the guest bedroom with plates of dinosaur shaped nuggets and tiny shell noodles, letting a lousy sitcom fill the silence as you ate. Neither Wanda or Natasha asked what had happened, they didn’t want to know right now, and you didn’t mind the thin silence that surrounded you.

With Wanda’s help, you slept easily, fully aware of the fact that she didn’t catch even a wink, eyes glowing red as she fought off any and every nightmare that tried to creep up on you. Natasha hadn’t slept either, tense with fear that something else would rip you away from her. It took weeks before any of you could talk about what happened, and even after that conversation it was another two months before you could handle sleeping in your own bedroom. After that day, they never worked the same shift, they never left you alone, and they certainly never bought another lamp for the bedside table.

[wandasaura]

Hello love! How would all 3 react if R were to call her safeword? I bet it'd be all fluffy aftercare, I'm in the mood for that

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ both wanda and natasha take r’s safeword very seriously, it’s one of the only things that was discussed in detail in regards to your sexual relationship. everything else came up in a more natural way, but keeping r safe and comfortable was their main priority and absolutely non negotiable, so when things started to get kinky and had the means to push r’s boundaries, they implemented the traffic light system. r was good with checking in with them, and they were equally as mindful of never going too far, but there was one time that she needed to call her safeword and as soon as she did, both of them stopped what they were doing and made sure that everything was okay. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

That night hadn’t been out of the ordinary, you’d fallen into a scene with your girlfriends naturally, and had been enjoying it for the most part, that was undeniable as Wanda teased you about the wetness between your thighs. Your witchy lover had you bent over the edge of the bed, a new strap secured around her naked hips and buried in your core, while your softhearted assassin watched from the corner of the room, a teasing smirk on her lips and a mischievous glint in her green eyes as she fiddled with the tassels on the edge of dark red whip.

“Sound so pretty for me.” Wanda nipped at your earlobe, her front pressed up against your back, pebbled nipples dragging up and against your skin. You arched up into her touch, eyes pinched shut as you fished the bedsheets. She’d been working you over for hours, no inch of your body left untouched. Her mouth had done wonders on your nipples, her fingers had searched the deepest parts of your core, and her strap had been coated with your saliva before it even touched your desperate folds. “Gonna cum for me? Yeah, are you gonna let go?”

“Cat got your tongue?” Natasha teased when all you managed to do was whine, grabbing fistfulls of the bedsheets as you scrounged for the words to beg. “Answer Mommy, detka.” Her footsteps were drowned out by the sounds of your moans and Wanda’s heavy breathing, the redheads bottom lip caught between her teeth as she threw her head back.

By this point of the night, your body was exhausted, your brain was mush, and every touch to your skin felt like needle pricks. What sent you over the edge was Natasha cracking the whip against your thighs. She’d done it a handful of times throughout the night, but this time was different, and the second you felt that lick of pain on your already worked over and sensitive skin, you sobbed out your safeword, dissolving into tears on the bedsheets.

“Red!” Wanda will never forget how her heart sank into her stomach hearing you so defeated. She pulled out quickly, not even bothering to detach the strap from the harness before she was crawling up onto the bed beside your body, grabbing your face in her careful hands and forcing your eyes on hers.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay. We’re all done, all done.” She kissed you softly, not even minding whatever Natasha was doing as she left the bedroom in a hurry, her footsteps echoing through the hallway just outside of your bedroom. “What do you need? Hmm?” She brushed her fingers through your knotted hair, peppering kissing into your hairline.

“Too much.” You strained out, your voice hoarse and weak as you rested against her.

“Too much?” Wanda cooed, “Alright, good job telling us. Such a good girl.” Wanda helped you up into the center of the bed, easing you out of the silky scarlet lingerie you’d been haphazardly dressed in. Your clothes ended up in a pile on the floor to be dealt with later, and all of Wanda’s attention was on you as she stroked your back and kissed your face wherever she could reach. “You did so good for us. So so good.”

When Natasha returned, she was holding a glass of water and an unscented lotion, wearing the same worried frown as Wanda.

“Have some water, baby.” Natasha leaned over the bed, careful not to jostle your body more than necessary. Wanda helped you take a couple of sips before you batted her hand away, too tired to hold your head up to continue taking small drinks, though your throat felt better from the little you did consume. “Turn over for me.” Natasha instructed carefully, voice still laced with dominance, wanting to ease you down gently. You were still heavy in subspace, still clinging onto their instructions and praise, and you obeyed without complaint, burying your face in Wanda’s neck, letting your body go slack against her front.

Natasha was gentle as she rubbed the lotion over your bottom and the back of your thighs, the cold sensation shocking your overheated body, but a welcomed sensation despite the temperature. You hummed against Wanda’s neck, disappointed when Natasha backed away and set the lotion down on your dresser when she was satisfied with her application.

She joined you in bed afterward, settling in next to Wanda, laying her hand on your waist and rubbing gentle circles with thumb that cause goosebumps to rise on your skin. You grumbled quietly when Natasha laid her head down on Wanda’s shoulder, her red hair tickling your cheek as it fell. Wanda laughed softly, brushing Natasha’s hair away from your face before she went back to combing her fingers through your hair. “Just relax baby, let us take care of you.”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ they’re always soft with you, but god they’d be so gentle and attentive, and i’m sure they’d run you a warm bath the next morning when you had the energy to get up from bed and clean yourself off. and i’m sure throughout the rest of the day they’d be sure to check in and give you all the cuddles you wanted ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

Hi! How did Wanda and Nat start introducing R to their dynamic? Like how did their relationship as it is now start?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ nat was the one who sought out r after they first ran into each other, but wanda was never hidden from r. being a part of the avengers, whether it was intentional or not, the status of their relationship was very public. that wasn’t something that bothered r though, so when natasha brought up introducing wanda to their dates at the coffee shop and getting into a new dynamic where it wasn’t just the two of them, r agreed and everything kind of just, fell into place after that. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

“Gonna be good for us?” Natasha practically purred, voice sultry and thick as it surrounded you. Her hot breath tickled the shell of your ear as she leaned in just close enough to brush her fingertips across your collarbones, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. Behind you, Wanda fiddled with the straps of your bra, pulling the elastic band away from your skin and letting it snap back when you took too long to answer. You fumbled over your words, mind fuzzy and thick with desperation.

Nothing had been out of the ordinary that night. Natasha had invited you over for dinner, Wanda had topped off your glass of wine until the bottle ran dry, and you had cuddled up to both of them without a single suspicion. That was until Natasha’s hand crept higher and higher up your thigh until it couldn’t get any higher, warm and teasing, and so intoxicating as it laid over the softest part of your body. Wanda smirked behind her hand, eyes connecting with Natasha’s. You had been frequenting their apartment for weeks at this point, and the furthest you’d gotten was a few measly makeout sessions that always ended too soon. You’d talked about going father, expanding the boundaries, truly committing yourselves to one another, but you were all in agreement that you wanted to take your time and see this through in the appropriate ways.

When you didn’t push her hand away, Natasha hadn’t taken that as your permission to go further. She asked if you wanted to stay like this, leave the situation alone for the night and sleep on your decision, she didn’t want to push you past your own comfortability. Coming into a relationship with two easily dominating and committed women was already a big jump, she would understand if this was where you wanted to leave things for the night, but you had threatened to cut her hand off if she didn’t finish what she started. Wanda choked on her wine when she processed your threat, setting her half empty glass on the coffee table and leading you up into the bedroom where things really started to come into place.

It all felt simple, you didn’t have to think about anything, they just knew what to do. You’d always been aware of their natural need to have control, so it was no surprise when they took control in the bedroom as well. Wanda was the one to undress you, Natasha was the one to guide you into whatever position she wanted you in, but throughout the entire scene they checked in and made sure that you still wanted this.

After that night, it was almost an unspoken thing that slowly kept building. You didn’t feel the need to really talk through your dynamic because they took things so slowly, and they checked in anytime you incorporated something new. It was honestly perfect, not like either of your redheaded girlfriends would admit to being soft and doting. The one time you did talk about things was when you fell into headspace for the first time. They waited until you had a clearer mindset before addressing it, but even then, it was a very easy conversation to be had. You weren’t entirely sure of what had happened, you’d felt that way only a handful of times and had always chalked it up to the repercussions of a heavy scene from the day before. But after that first slip, they checked in with you more, and just tried to be more aware of your mindset and headspace.

If we're gonna talk about the rules they have within their sexual dynamic, they came to be in the same natural and easy manner. The first one you earned was not cumming without permission, and it fell into place when Natasha was out on a mission and had left just you and Wanda behind at the apartment. Wanda had been fingering you open when she felt your walls squeeze at her fingers, she saw the way your legs began to shake and how you tilted your head toward the sky, and you’ll never forget how she laughed when you thought you were about to cum, “Oh, baby. You weren’t going to cum without asking, were you? Naughty girl, we outta teach you better than that.”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ uh yeah, i will be thinking about this for the rest of my life now omg ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

how do little dove wanda and nat react to r being a brat

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda snips it in the butt the second she sees you start up. she’s not as understanding as natasha is, and she expects you to treat her with respect at all times, you’re her sweet little dove for a reason, she doesn’t give bratty girls that title. that being said, she also understand that you’re going to have bad days, and when you do, she gives you grace just like you give her. but when you’re just acting bratty because you feel like it, or more specifically because you want attention, she’ll go about it in two ways. the first way is more direct, and usually when you’re mouthing off. she’ll grab your jaw in a bruising grip, her light eyes hardened and dull of the usual affection she looks at you with. her own jaw is clenched, her eyebrows furrowed. “don’t start now, this isn’t going to end the way you want it to, i can promise you that.” she doesn’t let her grip lesson until you give her some kind of confirmation that you understand, and once you’ve done that, she’ll mock you in the sweetest voice that makes your head spin, “dumb little dove.” now, if she catches you rolling your eyes or mocking her or natasha, sometimes she’ll confront it, tell you to watch yourself or fix your attitude and remember whose in charge, but other times she’ll ignore it to be dealt with later. you always think you’ve won, and pulled something over her, but she reminds you that she sees everything later on when you’re beginning to cum, or to touch her or natasha, because she absolutely loves ro make you watch as she goes down on her while you’re not even allowed to touch yourself, but she just shakes her head and laughs, “not so big and bad now, are you? begging for mommy to make you cum. maybe tomorrow.” that usually straightens you out for the foreseeable future. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ natasha let’s you get away with more then wanda does, that’s no secret within not only your sexual dynamic, but in your romantic one as well. she’s more likely to go back at you with a sarcastic comeback, or flick your head when she catches you rolling your eyes, a teasing smirk on her lips when you gasp and scowl at her. she finds it funny, a game to be won. she likes her women feisty, she wouldn’t have gotten with wanda all those years ago if she didn’t, but there is a line she draws when she not in the mood to put up with your shit, and the thrill exhilarates you when you find yourself in one of those days. that’s when you find yourself over her lap, thighs dripping with your slick but otherwise untouched, crying and pleading at the same time. she breaks you down to a babbling mess, and works you up to a glorious high. “just needed daddy’s attention, huh? should’ve just asked, didn’t have to be such a brat.” ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

Nat pretends she's over all the valentines day dramatics but then she's the one with the biggest gesture for Dove. Wanda and Nat are both secretly competing with each other on who can make the best valentines day. Meanwhile Dove is just enjoying everything and being so grateful

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ when wanda approached nat about it, the elder redhead claims, “it’s not a competition, wanda!” even though the both of them know that absolutely, without a doubt, this is the biggest competition of their lives. forget proving themselves to terrorist organizations just wanting to stay alive another day, or fighting for respect at the bottom of the shield food chain; being deemed the more romantic partner means more then the violence ever could. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ that being said, after the night in the kitchen when this competition really formed, wanda’s subtle gifts and gestures increased tenfold. she made you’re favorite breakfast, she allowed you to have as much sugar as you wanted even when it meant ruining your entire schedule, she brought you for walks around the park, and gently massages your scalp in a candlelight bath after everything that came before. natasha was less obvious in her methods, or so she claimed to be. every morning there was a flower waiting for you in the kitchen — one that would be added to the continuously growing bouquet in your bedroom. she left boxes of chocolates in the pantry with your name scripted across the top, when you left for school one morning, there was a new water bottle sitting in the side pocket (one that you had not-so-secretly been eyeing for months. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ the two women thought their competition was well hidden. they thought that you were none the wiser to their late night squabbling and theatrical displays of affection, but when the true holiday finally rolled around, and you stumbled into the kitchen to find them both at the stove wearing displeased frowns despite the obvious affection in their eyes, you finally broke the news. “you know i think you’re both romantic, right? if you spend the entire day fighting over who can swoon me best i’m leaving you to sleep alone and taking maria up on her offer.” ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ you didn’t take maria up on her offer, you’d never dream of spending a night away from them, but it did calm their bickering, and gave you a comfortable silence to eat your home cooked breakfast in. you giggled into your palm a few hours later when you caught the pout on natasha’s lips, “natty, how many times do i have to tell that i love you and wands equally. no amount of candles and stale drugstore chocolates could ever make me love either one of you more. if i loved you anymore then i do right now, i think i’d die of a heart attack.” ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ the real competition, the red headed avengers realized, was having ever won your heart to begin with. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

How would Wanda react to dove in Sephora? like I can just imagine that dove is like those 10 year old girls (obv not as bratty) and fills her basket to the brim with drunk elephant and perfumes. And she’s all like “mommy, can I get this?”

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda has to drag natasha inside, she’s far too proud to willingly enter a makeup store, but wanda and dove need new eyeliner and its especially fun to see the always composed natasha romanoff outside of her element. dove practically leads the way, she’s skipping between aisles, throwing things into the basket natasha’s holding, asking wanda which palette compliments her undertones better. wanda’s loving every minute of it. she loves being an avenger and she adores the dirty parts of her job that make her feel capable and resilient, but there’s something so healing about leaving all of that behind and just being a woman and embracing femininity with her girlfriends. when they get to the skincare section though, natasha’s even more confused then she was before. it’s not to say she doesn’t take care of her skin, because she does, but it’s wanda’s things that she uses and seeing an entire wall of different brands and creams and serums… her head hurts just trying to understand what dove is throwing into the basket. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ “why do you need three different… liquids?” natasha furrows her brows, picking up one of the bottles to further analyze it. she doesn’t think half the ingredients on the back are even remotely safe to put on such sensitive skin, but wanda had no objections to it and her little dove looks as happy as a clam. “natty, they’re serums. this one helps with age lines… maybe you should try it.” dove cheekily pats her girlfriends cheek, clearly falling under the woman’s dominating spell as green eyes pierce hers. her belly flutters as they stare into each others eyes, and shyly dove dips her head down to the floor. “yeah, natty. maybe you should try it.” wanda teases, slapping the redheads ass without any care about who could be watching. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ when they finally make it to checkout, wanda insisting that she pays for everything despite doves whines and protests, natasha goes numb at the total. she wears makeup, she takes care of her skin, but she’s seriously underestimated how much wanda spends every couple of months when she runs out to the store or places an order online. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ it’s safe to say that natasha never goes with dove and wanda again. she’s more then happy to let her two girlfriends have their own bonding moment without her. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

What are Nat & Wanda’s favorite things to do with R

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda lives in my head as the baking type, so i think she’d have fun with you in the kitchen. she’s never too busy to bake some cookies, or ice a cake, and if you’re lucky she’ll teach you how to make a traditional sokovian dish while telling stories about pietro and her parents. she’s also the reading type when she has the time. you’d lay on her chest, curled up under a blanket, and listen to her read aloud as she twirls your hair around her fingers and scratches down your back. when she gets really into a book her accent starts to come out, and you can’t help but smile with your eyes closed as you picture the scene in your head. if she notices you smiling (which she always does), she’ll boop the tip of your nose and ask what’s so funny, but you’ll always just respond with, “i just love you”, and that usually ends with her pressing kisses to your crown and tickling your sides until your gasping for air and telling her to cut it out. but really any time spent with you is wanda’s favorite thing, so she’s not picky about what the activity is ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ nat knows how much you love to explore the city, so she’ll take you on random tours through parts of new york that you’ve never been before. your first date was in a coffee shop, so without being cheesy and sappy, because she’s definitely neither of those things, she likes to take you to all kinds of cafes she finds and compare their coffee to the first place you’d ever been together. that’s how you found your absolute favorite coffee shop, and on days when she has the time or she just feels like going the extra mile to show you how loved you are, she’ll go out of her way to pick one up for you. but, she’s really much simpler then wanda when it comes to the things she likes to do with you. she likes braiding your hair, and picking out your outfit when you let her, and she absolutely loves sinking into the bath with you after a long day or a tough mission. nats the one you seek out for a fun time if you’re in your headspace, and when you are, she thoroughly enjoys watching movies with you because you spend the entire time chatting her up about every minor detail, and she finds coloring to be therapeutic because there are clear expectations but you can never expect the end result! ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

if wanda or nat were to unintentionally hurt little dove, either verbally or physically, how would it go down? Like the build up and the hurt/comfort later on

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ it’s 100% unintentional, whether it be physically or verbally, they’re never aiming to hurt dove. they’ve seen enough pain in their lives to last a lifetime, the last thing they want is to cause harm to the one person they both love with their entire heart. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ if wanda were to physically hurt dove, it would probably happen during the night, closer to pietros death date or maybe even her parents death date. she’d be having a particularly fitful nightmare that wakes dove up in the middle of the night, and when dove tries to comfort her, wanda freaks out and reacts out of instinct because she’s so disoriented and still inside that memory of losing the people she loved most, not really recognizing her physical surroundings at all. she’d feel absolutely horrible, even if her chaos magic scared dove more then it did actually hurt her, but she’s quick to asses any injuries and just hug dove and hold dove until she manages to fall back asleep against her chest, meanwhile she’s whispering apologies the entire time and beating herself up for letting her little dove see her like that. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ and if you wanted to see a verbal altercation this is something i’ve written regarding a time where wanda got a little too lost in her head ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ if natasha were to physically hurt dove, i genuinely think it would be a complete accident because she’s a big soft idiot with a competitive nature. dove probably dared her to an arm wrestling contest or something equally childish and stupid, and natasha forgets her own strengths when dove starts taunting her, so without thinking she using all of her strength and dove’s arm slams against the table. just like with wanda it definitely startles her more then it hurts her, but neither wanda or natasha mess around when it comes to their little dove in pain so nat just apologies profusely and coddles dove for hours afterward (which she isn’t complaining about) ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

Little Dove time! How would Wanda and Nat act when they're jealous? Say, all 3 are at a party or work gathering and someone is hitting on Dove

˚⋆。°౨ৎ wanda isn’t quiet with her jealousy, it rears its head in bold ways that are equally hot and adorable much to her annoyance. it doesn’t happen frequently, everyone knows who you belong to and the reputation that precedes the scarlet witch, but some individuals aren’t so easily deterred from pursuing dove. the first few times it happened, dove felt icky and violated and guilty for getting into a situation that betrayed the women she loved, but when she realized that wanda always came to her rescue and never blamed her, she found enjoyment in the entire ordeal, adoring the way wanda’s nose scrunches when she notices someone hitting on what’s hers, and how it only takes seconds before a hot and heavy hand is snaking dangerously low around her waist, sitting on the curve of her ass and pulling her in close. she doesn’t associate these events with an invasion of loyalty anymore, she just focused on wanda and how her accent came out and she was overly possessive and affectionate for the remainder of the night. there is definitely sex when they get back home, and it definitely ends with dove bearing a few lovely marks on her neck. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

˚⋆。°౨ৎ natasha isn’t so vocal. when she notices someone flirting with dove, it’s almost like she shuts down. she gets quiet, she closes herself off from conversations, and watches how dove handles herself if wanda isn’t around. most times, the brave soul that attempts to flatter her is receptive of dove turning them down, but when it doesn’t work, and she can tell that dove is growing flustered, she steps in with a locked jaw and cold eyes. she steps up behind dove, pressing their bodies together to drive the point home that you’re off the market. she tells them to get away from dove, and to respect womens boundaries before she’s dragging dove off to the bathroom to ensure she remembers who she belongs to. when you stumble out with frizzy hair and a few new hickies, wanda just shakes her head and laughs at natasha’s impatience, tugging dove into her lap and promising to show dove a good time when you all return home, not wanting to be left out ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

[wandasaura]

How do Wanda and Nat react when dove is having a bad day? And like pushes them away?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ natasha knows what dove needs the second she sees her. she takes in her sunken shoulders, her pale face, her unusual quietness… when dove has a bad day, as hard as she tries to hold herself together and make it seem like she’s okay for her girlfriends sake, natasha can always tell. nat will kiss her head, she’ll tell dove that she’s loved, bring her a glass of water and her favorite snacks, but for the most part she lets her have the space she needs/wants. after that sits migrates to a different part of the house, if dove is in the living room she sits in her office with the door open, if dove is in the bedroom, she sits in the living room with the television on a low volume. whatever she does, wherever she goes, she makes sure that she’s approachable, so if dove needs her, she doesn’t second guess seeking her out. sometimes, it only takes a couple of minutes before dove is shyly knocking on the office door, or just sinking into natasha’s lap, but other times it takes hours, or it doesn’t happen at all. on days like that, natasha returns to bed at the end of her night, she sinks into bed beside dove like she always does, and she just holds her. they don’t say anything, natasha knows that’s not what dove wants, but by morning time, usually dove is feeling better and somewhat back to her usual chirpy self. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda has always had a love-hate relationship with her abilities, she hates where they came from, she hates being reminded of that low period of her life and how much she lost because of them, but for the most part, she’s gotten a handle on them, after years of training, years of feeling guilty, years of feeling like she was under constant scrutiny and surveillance, she’s at a place where her intuition doesn’t play up much. what she has learned about her abilities, however, is that they’re amplified when she has a true connection with another person. natasha’s emotions were always particularly strong to her, even if she tried to block them out, she could feel the general sense of whatever was going on in natasha’s head. for a long time, she tried to fight them, but after they got together, natasha encouraged wanda to embrace it, and when they welcomed dove into the dynamic, she embraced it as well. so, wanda always knows when dove is heading down a dark path, she always has the upperhand at handling these situations, and unlike natasha who gives dove space, wanda stays by her side. the first time that happens, dove tries to tell wanda to leave her alone, but the witch is persistent and she just shakes her head, shoves dove over in bed, and sits with her in silence for however long she needs. eventually, dove migrates closer to wanda until they’re tangled up together. it doesn’t take long for dove to confess everything going on, and wanda just quietly listens until dove tells her it’s okay to respond and offer help in whatever way she can. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

what are wandanats favorite nicknames to call reader?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ wanda is a soft babie for her girls, not that nat isn’t (because she definitely is) but wanda’s more outward about her affection so she tends to come up with softer/sweeter names and titles. she’s the one who started calling you little dove, before then it had been little one regardless of headspace, but little dove has definitely taken over, not that you’re complaining. if you’re out in public, she knows you get quite shy about her displays of affection, but she can’t help but claim what’s hers, so i think she’d call you the generic sweetheart & baby, sometimes babe if it just slips out. you’re a sucker for anything sokovian though, so if she’s trying to convince you to take her side in an argument against nat, or trying to talk you down when you’re being stubborn, she’ll whip out a detka or a moya lyubov ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ nat is more reserved with her affection, which makes it even sweeter when she randomly calls you something cute. she doesn’t slip into russian as often as wanda does in day to day life, but if she’s calling you a name it’s almost always in russian and painfully sweet. she’s a big fan of dorogoy and milaya devushka. she’s also the self-proclaimed jokester of your relationship though, so she’ll throw out names like little biter or trouble when she wants to poke at your nerves (which is frequently), but if anyone else tries to joke with you like that, she’s on them in an instant making sure they now who you crawl home to at the end of the day ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

milaya devushka = sweet girl / moya lyubov = my love

[wandasaura]

Was there ever a time Wanda or Nat were tired of dove’s clinginess?

˚⋆。°౨ৎ absolutely not! it’s one of the main things they look forward to after long days at the office or after weeks on a mission where they’ve only gotten to hear her voice a couple of times. they absolutely adore doves hugs and her kisses and how she looks at them like they hung the stars, and when she’s not in a particularly cuddly mood, its weird and they hate every second of it, and boy do they make that known frowning and pouting and whining about how they miss her hugs until she caves and sinks into their embrace. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

[wandasaura]

what if little dove didn’t want to slip into that headspace for a while. how would wanda and natasha react?

˚⋆。°౨ৎ dove slips into her headspace about once a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. it’s just something that comes naturally, and they don’t push for her to drop even if they think she could benefit from just a couple of hours of being taken care of. when it starts to become apparent that dove hasn’t slipped at all in a couple of weeks, they’re rightfully wary of why that could be, but at the end of the day it’s not something that’s up to them, and it’s usually a sign that dove is stressed or feeling a type of way that isn’t entirely positive, so they don’t bring it up, but when natasha notices how dove removes herself from situations that could potentially trigger that headspace, she realizes that its not a matter of coincidence, dove is choosing to hold herself back. it takes a couple of days to get to the root of the problem, but when they realize dove feels like an added struggle to their already hectic schedules, they’re quick to fix that and assure her that she’s never too much for them, they signed up to deal with her all, the highs and the lows, and it’s cathartic for them to be able to give such innocent and wholesome love in ways they never received. that situation doesn’t arise again, which they’re entirely grateful for. ౨ৎ °。⋆˚

[wandasaura]

do you think little dove would ever go non verbal when deep in her headspace?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ i think so, mostly due to stress, which wanda and natasha find equally adorable and heartbreaking, because you’d be so cuddly/sweet but they know life has just been beating you up lately to get you to this point ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚

[wandasaura]

do you think dove just ever slips into her headspace for a really long time, like almost a concerning amount of time. how would natasha and wanda react?

˚⋆｡°౨ৎ maybe a couple of days at most! but no matter how long it happens to be, wanda and natasha are understanding and their cute sweet selves (and of course they’re concerned but they know that dove will be okay). they want to get to the bottom of her feelings, because something is stressing her out immensely to have caused this reaction, but their main priority is being present and attentive and of course spoiling their little dovie. ౨ৎ °｡⋆˚