#k: TGU drabble

[kitmoas]

seized within the silk we grew

WandaNatKate x Reader (Part of the Training Grounds Universe)

Warnings: ***18+** **MINORS DNI** **Vague Smut-ish*** Mommy kink, slight public things

As usual if i missed anything let me know!

Author's Note: ...........Shhh it's a Halloween Treat (an unedited one so I do be sorry if it sucks)

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Blinking slowly as the sun sunk into your eyes, reveling in the slight pain. The noise below you kept your anxieties down, but you knew that the quiet in your head was only temporarily lulled. Everyone else wanted you to move on, but how could you? Your world had crumbled, the foundation cracked and shattered so quickly and you never even stood a chance. One day the rest of them would understand, and maybe this was selfish but you couldn’t stop the thought, it was always you. First your father, your home, and now your temple; gone. 

A hand on your shoulder, gentle but firm broke you from your thoughts. “Hey Pete is done, you ready?” The small smile makes you blush and you know the influence of others has caused you to not quite understand your own emotions, but you have nothing else to grasp so you allow that to run rampant. Nodding, you let your body get guided with a soft hand on your lower back as the two of you step out onto the thin but strong webbed walkway. 

Your face brightens the closer you get to your friends, all in various states of lounge from where you all dangle in the web that the spider boy created. The sun is setting in the background giving you a beautiful view of the city, even below where you can see kids all dressed up running around knocking on doors and getting candy. Settling down next to your best friend, her hand reaching up to tangle in your pant leg tugging at you insistently, a slight sound of disappointment comes from the one who helped you across the bridge in the first place. “I believe boy of spiders did well with this, do you agree?” 

A loud groan, a small web flying past you, and you don’t even have to open your heavy eyes to see the young boy’s pout. “We have been friends how long Yelena, I am Spider-MAN. Man.” 

Her body shakes as you curl into her, exhaustion starting to catch up despite your want to be a part of the group. You want to speak up and laugh, you know that was the point of everyone inviting you but you can’t help how you relax around them. 

“You say that like our little resident Russian hasn’t had her accent and lack of English stick with her for this long, you aren’t ever going to be a man in her eyes.” The taunting voice of America is obvious, and you know she’s trying to get a rise out of both of them but neither bite as the loud giggles of one night only demons and heroes down below ring through the air. 

Clearing her throat, finally shaking the sting from earlier Cassie stands up. “Why don’t we just start drinking? Yeah? Maybe everyone can be men that way?” She’s giggling as she sticks her tongue out at the boy, tossing him a bottle. “My special cocktail, drink up everyone.” She gently sets one in your hand, waiting for your eyes to open to smile at you. “At your own pace, no rush.” 

“Should we drink since most of us are on duty?” Even you groan at Peter’s question, rolling out of Yelena’s arms to stare at the boy.

“Take the spider mask off for a minute and have fun, does Bishop really have your balls in that tight of a grip?” You mean it as a joke, you swear to yourself but you can almost swim in the haze that the tenseness creates. It was the first time anyone has mentioned the archer, and no one thought it would be you first. Rolling your eyes at the panic spreading across his face, you pop the lid off of your bottle and lean back. The strong liquor stings as it goes down your throat, though anything feels better than the weight of the silence. 

A loud laugh and a slap on the back interrupts your thoughts, “You heard her! Follow her lead you weak little Avengers!” You knew that you could always count on your best friend to match your energy. Everyone else follows suit, but one, gulping down their own drinks.

When you finally pull the now half empty bottle from your lips, a drop of the deep Periwinkle liquid escapes down your chin but a gentle thumb doesn’t allow it to get too far. Swiping it away quickly, the hand cups your cheek and sky blue eyes search for your own. They should be comforting but you always did prefer a storm. “Careful there.” 

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“Careful there sweets.” Always cocky. You knew that before you started dating her, and you know it’s only gotten worse now that you are on her arm. “Wouldn’t wanna ruin your pretty little costume, now would ya?” She’s pushing into your space, her hand cupping your jaw giving her even more control as she smirks down at you. 

The barely there costume was already ruined before you were even able to leave the girl’s apartment. She had shoved you against the wall the moment she had sauntered down the steps in her cheesy pirate costume, the tattered vest hanging open to show off her abs and the hat barely hanging onto her head. The brunette was holding a sword when she realized that your torn tied up shirt barely covered anything and your skirt had multiple slits so high that she barely had to swing one to get access to between your thighs. 

Eyes rolling, you hope that the darkness of the room conceals the way your cheeks flush. “Well I know you won’t be getting the chance to, so someone has to.” Biting your bottom lip, you know that you’re challenging her. It’s always fun to see how far you can push her until she finally breaks and gives you what you want. 

Kate’s eyes are intense as she stares you down, dark cobalt swirling before it’s interrupted by a hiccup. Giggles erupt from both of you and you feel your heart almost stop, frozen as you watch her head fall back. You never understood how you got someone so amazing to even look at you, let alone have her fall in love with you too. Her head falls to your shoulder, even as her body still shakes with laughter, as her arms wrap around you. She’s tugging you closer, into her body, and you know it’s the safest place you’ve ever been. 

You can feel soft kisses along your neck, a gentle nip as she finally pulls away. Her smile is wide and the glossy nature of her eyes are the clear giveaway of the alcohol she’s consumed. The breath you take gets caught in your throat while she looks at you, almost like you’re the gravity keeping her on the planet. “Let’s go back to the party, I gotta show off my pretty girl.” 

A whine tears through your teeth and you want to beg her to come back, to put her hands back on you but you know that she’s ready to be back in the spotlight. She’s aching to parade you around, not only you but the fact that you are hers. You love it, something you had never gotten to feel before, but in the moment you just wanted her to take what was hers. 

Sighing you just nod, but when she roughly pushes you back against the wall. Her knee shoving its way between your thighs and her mouth smashing against yours. The taste of alcohol was strong on her lips and her kiss was messy, but her hands were rushing along your body. Desperate to feel you up before she finally pulled away, shaky breaths as she smirked down at you. Watching as your hips subconsciously grind down onto her thigh, “I’ll take care of this within the hour, don’t you worry sweetheart.” Cobalt eyes twinkling as she winks at you, her hand cupping your cheek as she pulls you towards the dance floor.

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Shaking your head, you smile up at the girl and you try to clear your head from the memories. You were working on that, it’s hard but one day you hope that it will be easier. You let her rest her hand on your face for a few moments before you gently move away, settling back into your position with Yelena. 

It takes a bit before the group starts up their normal antics, America dumps her drink on Peter when he starts practically drooling over MJ. “Do you have to dry hump your webs every time your little girlfriend comes up?” Everyone is laughing, the two somehow constantly at each other’s throats. 

“Yes Peter, what does that MJ even do? Can she take down a secret agency?” The blonde leans up, letting your heavy head fall from her shoulder, as she sticks her tongue out at the boy. Everyone likes to give him crap for being the only one that likes someone out of the business. 

Cassie starts laughing, rolling on her back. “Really going for that spider-man damsel in distress trope aren’t you?” She’s trying to keep her hand stable as she almost spills her drink. 

The shaggy haired boy huffs, though used to the teasing and he knows it’s all just fun, the alcohol in his system is making him a bit more sensitive to the taunts. “At least I have someone Cass and I’m not pining over someone I can’t get!” He blinks, but doesn’t make eye contact with you or the other girl. “I have someone amazing, and she’s perfect. She makes me happy and for the first time I can relax. I don’t feel like I’m always on edge or ready to jump into a fight when I’m around her. I can put down the mask and the responsibilities and feel like a college kid. I’m just a kid and she makes my life better. She makes me better. I’m a better Peter around her, a better Spider-Man.” His voice trails off, realizing that he let his emotions get the better of him. 

It's the one thing every single person in the job wants. Someone, despite the title they hold, to love and melt into. It’s hard to find a patient and understanding person, someone who won’t get mad at the late nights or broken bones. To find someone like MJ was rare, and every single person sitting there knew that. They knew that you had to hold onto those ones with an iron grip, and do anything possible to keep them in your life. 

America sighs, letting her head fall on his shoulder. She leans up to kiss his cheek, a sign that she’s done teasing. It’s quiet as the group take the time to sip at their drinks, enjoying the chilled wind. You should have noticed the way that they all side eye to look at you, the way that Cassie is longing after you, but you’ve lost your own mind. 

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Your giggle rings through the mostly quiet room, body squirming to try and get away from the soft kisses that Natasha was leaving along your stomach. She had been soft and sweet all day, her phone and earpiece nowhere to be found. The two of you had spent the entire day dressed in soft onesies, you in a devil one while the ginger donned a random one that made absolutely no sense to you. She had gasped, acted so offended that you wouldn’t know the classic that is Trick r’ Treat but she just tugged you onto the couch anyways. The movie was immediately started, though you don’t remember most of it. 

After what feels like forever, trying to avoid her tickles, the older woman finally leans her chin on you to look up at you. “Thank you Malyshka.” She giggles at your confused look, kissing your hip bone softly. “I wanted to spend today with you because I know you like Halloween, and though I never really celebrated it I thought it would be nice to at least be together.” She stumbles over her words a bit, a blush rising up her neck. “I made Wanda take my technology and I wanted to just feel the safety of being with you. Nothing taking away from us or the way you make my body feel relaxed, just you and me. Together.” 

Something in your body stops, your heart practically giving out, and you know that you’ve dreamt about this moment since the day that the two of you met. You had always wanted the older women to look at you like you mattered, like you were more to them than you were supposed to be. You could feel your head nodding, mindlessly as you tried to keep your emotions in check. You couldn’t be obvious, or too clingy, or else you might chase her away so you just accepted her words. It felt wrong but you wanted to keep her in her safe little bubble for as long as possible, and if that meant you would spend every single day wishing that she would be different with you more often then okay. If that meant for the rest of your life you would feel inferior so that she would be able to relax just for a bit, then that’s just fine for you. You would give up everything if that meant keeping her happy. 

Natasha was leaning over you, a soft smile on her face. It wasn’t uncommon for you to be on the receiving end of them, but this felt different. It felt real and you did everything in your power to not react. You wanted to kiss her, but you were scared that it would push her away. Instead you waited, with bated breath, as she just stared at you. It was the sound of the music from whatever movie was playing that broke the trance she was in, the ginger bounces back. 

Her eyes were no longer soft, instead they were panicked as she looked around trying to figure out what to do. She was only that vulnerable after she put you in a much more defenseless position, having normally left this type of interaction with Wanda. You want to reach out, but she turns to you suddenly with the smile back on her face. “Let’s make some brownies, we can even decorate them like mummies.” Her hand encases yours softly, and she’s guiding you to the kitchen and for a moment the freak out was forgotten. 

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Blinking, you can’t help the embarrassed look on your face when you realize that everyone is looking at you. You try to look the other way but the sun is gone and the moon is entirely too cloudy to even watch it, so you just sigh. Rolling your eyes at yourself, you try to not focus on how many times you have made the group go quiet or how many times you have completely killed the mood. All you wanted to do was drink and hang out with friends, but even that was too hard for you to do apparently. 

The web moves below you and you feel familiar arms wrapping around your shoulders, tugging you back into her body. The two of you sit in silence for a moment before everyone else starts to move, giving the two of you a bit of privacy. “It’s okay, you know?” America’s eyes are soft as she searches for yours. She shrugs when you reject her, and just pulls you tighter against her. 

“How can it be?” Your voice catches you off guard, it sounds sure even though that was far from what you actually felt. “I’m ruining everything and it’s been so long.” 

The girl shrugs, her messy bangs falling into her eyes as she chuckles. “You think we expect you to be okay? We don’t. We’re your friends, real ones. We want to build you up regardless of everything, and we can’t do that if you act like you’re whole. We tease and taunt and mock, but we love you. At the end of the day we love you, no boundaries and no conditions. If you let us, we’ll be there for you and even when you fight it we will be too; just waiting in the background for when you need us.” She’s blowing her hair away from her face, a quiet falling over you to like a security blanket. Leaning over to place a soft kiss against your temple, she whispers reassurance once more as she leaves you to be. 

You want to reach out, beg her to come back and wrap her arms around you. For her to drag over Yelena or even Peter so that you can fall into their arms. It hurt to let her walk away and it almost felt like a weight was slowly crushing your chest, breaking and cracking at your ribs to puncture your lungs. The breath falling from your lips, blue in your imagination. 

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“I think it would be fun to actually go out to eat tonight, don’t you Мой красивый ангел?” Her voice echoed through the doorway into the room where you were curled up on the bed, a wave of sadness hit you and it felt like your entire body was caving in. A head of curly brunette hair pops into the bedroom, eyes twinkling but the moment she sees your body in the fetal position it dims. 

Rushing over to you she pauses at the foot of the bed, hand hanging in the air as she tries to quickly assess the situation. Before she can even move you’re flopping over, a pout on your lips and tears in your eyes. Reaching out, your hands grab at her as you silently beg for her touch. The pain is searing and you swore that it was real, but you had a horrible feeling that it was just all in your head. Your anxiety is coming to destroy your favorite holiday, but you wanted to fight it. 

She’s on you in moments and it’s almost like nothing happened, unsure of what even started it you decide to instead melt into the older woman. You weren’t sure if it was just her powers at work or if maybe it was just your desperate need to be around the Sokovian, but whatever pain you were feeling disappeared. The secret of which it was would never be revealed to you, instead you decide to spend the time you now have in bed to your advantage. 

Slowly you move in the witch’s arms so that you can look up at her, a twinkle in your eyes as you miss the red mist falling from her fingers. “Mommy, I think I would rather stay in. We can make sure the candy bucket stays full that way!” It’s a bad excuse and you know it, but you couldn’t think of anything else quickly. You were craving her touch on your body, and you knew that if you were to go out the most she would let you do is get filled by her magic. That wasn’t enough tonight. 

The smile on her face is hesitant but the look in your eyes is real, and how can she deny you of anything? If you needed her touch to feel better than that’s what you needed. Her kiss is sudden, surging forward to connect your lips. The brunette lets you have a few seconds of a mostly gentle kiss before she pushes you onto your back, body pressing you into the mattress. Her weight keeps you pinned as she snaps her fingers and your clothes start to rip off. It’s all so fast and you almost want it to stop, overwhelming your senses but when she pulls away to watch you your racing heart calms. 

“Well hello there little one.” Her voice is soft, it’s gentle and you almost think tonight might be different than every other time. “You’re Mommy’s. Say it.” Her hand cups your chin, thumb swiping along your bottom lip. Her eyes are predatory, but in a warm nature, as she watches your body come into view. Her magic is working to tear your clothes to shreds. She makes a mental note to buy you more, as you whisper it. 

Her hand strikes you out of nowhere, the sting along your cheek forces your head to the side before her rough grip on your jaw brings it back. “Mine, and I own your little body.” Something in her snapped as she trails her free hand down your body. “You know, you seem confused for such a smart slut. Did your brain turn to mush already?” She’s sneering as her eyebrows lift, her fingers slipping in between your thighs where she finds wetness already gathered there. 

Shaking your head, you know it’s a lie. You weren’t sure where it came from, unaware of your own arousal. You had thought you wanted her to be nice, but you can feel the warmth in your body as she settles into her normal state. It’s harsh and almost uncaring, but it’s habitual and comforting. The actions and brash tone turns your mind off, and you realize that even in the state that you’re in the way Wanda treats you is what keeps you level headed and calm. 

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A quiet thwap takes you out of your thoughts, and the bouncing unsettles you from your spot as the group starts walking towards the building. You spot the candy that Peter threw at you, hanging just above you though you can’t pinpoint where the web is connected. Sighing you sit there for a moment, eyes watching as Peter and America push each other–both determined to be the first one off the web. 

A firm hand lands on your shoulder and you immediately smell your best friend’s perfume, the blonde kneeling next to you. The two of you silently watch the last of the trick or treaters below you, and you head falls onto her shoulder. “You know, I think the world really does test the best people. It is unfair and mistreatful, but only the best end up the way you do. I am always on your side. I know you didn’t ask me to be, and you don’t technically need me to be, but I am. I will always save you no matter what, and together we will not just survive but we will conquer.” She smiling now, against your shoulder where she tilts her head to suppress her giggle. 

Shoving her away, you can’t help the eye roll as you relish in your time with the Russian. “Okay, don’t get too crazy. The FBI is gonna think you want to start a war or something.” You watch her shrug, rubbing her thumb along your shoulder blade as she stands up. Opening your mouth you go to say something, but she’s already walking away. Even with the mouthed apology, you want to whine and complain but your attention is being pulled from her as someone settles down next to you. 

Feet swinging off the edge of the web, the two of you sit in silence. You wait there for her to say something. You don’t have any negative feelings towards her, and you do really enjoy spending time with the girl. The two of you both enjoy a lot of the same things and conversation is easy, but there’s just something that isn’t right. Maybe you should take a chance, let her take you out just once, but at the same time it’s just too simple. It feels mindless after the past six years but the need to restart is strong, so maybe you should. 

There were a lot of maybes, and you hated that. You were always so sure before, and if you weren’t then someone else was sure for you. It was a stable foundation where your own personal castle was built, but now you have to rebuild. You’re on new land, new terrority, and you have to stumble around to find materials. Even now, lost in your thoughts, you can feel the warmth along your ribcage and it makes you wonder what is happening. Can you truly find a new foundation while the old one pulses along your body? 

Cassie stands, a hand outreached to you with a gentle smile pulling at her lips. She waits, patience unending, as you stare back up at her. Blinking slowly, you try to put together your thoughts. She isn’t rushing or pushing, just there. So you nod, taking her hand and allowing her to pull you up. Her arm is heavy as she wraps it around you, guiding you off the web. The two of you don’t speak, and you hate how it feels comfortable even as you take the stairs down to where everyone else is waiting. 

You can hear the chatter even from the staircase, the three of them arguing about something. “I have a higher ranking than you! I will not switching just so I can have a stupid title!” Chuckling as you hear the Russian yell out, the alcohol must be just starting to hit her with how animated she is being. 

Stepping into few, the two of you immediately gain the attention of the others. Three pairs of stares, the lack of reaction would have gotten to you if America wasn’t able to shake it off first. “Tell them that one day you’ll join the Young Avengers! You wanna work with me and Petes, right?” It’s hopeful even through her confusion as she stares at the arm around you. 

“Why would she want to be a YOUNG avengers when she could be partners with THE White Widow?” Yelena is screaming, howling almost, and you can’t help but giggle with her. 

Peter shrugs, chugging the rest of the drink in his hand before he politely drops it in the garbage next to him. “I personally think you both should join up, we would be unstoppable.” 

There as the entire group starts laughing, the world quiet at the end of the night and litters of empty candy wrappers floating past deflating ghosts, something feels right. You let yourself sink into the feeling, for the first time in months, and you shrug. “Maybe I’ll be on call for both of you, Young Avengers and the infamous White Widow. How about that?” Everyone laughed and nodded along, the group starting to walk down the sidewalk. If anyone looked out the window too quickly it would look just like a group of college kids, laughing and joking, they would never know that the group had fought for their lives from childhood. 

It feels weird to casually agree to something like that, your life on a spiral since you graduated. You weren’t sure where you were going, but at least here on your favorite day of the year you weren’t alone. Surrounded by friends you knew that everything would be okay, and you just needed to allow that to happen. It wasn’t just yet there, but one day it would be and that was all that mattered. 

[kitmoas]

Now and Always

Summary: Falling in love is easy when your girlfriend is Kate Bishop

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Genre: Lots of Fluff with a sweet smutty scene in there

Word Count: *sigh* 5.8k :)

Warnings: Kate Bishop being absolutely adorable, soft but sort vague smut, WandaNat being cute as fuck though too

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: I got called into work soooo this is a little late BUT this has been a long time coming so hopefully it can live up to the hype? lol The year that WandaNat was gone was filled with fluff for the Toy

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+****

Training Grounds Master List

The sound of Kate saying goodbye to the delivery boy echoes throughout the foyer and the young archer carries bags of sushi and ramen into the game room. You’re curled up in Wanda’s lap, giggling in her ear as she tells you a stupid joke. Natasha reaches out to grab the bags, letting her lips ghosting across the archer’s shoulder. The room is filled with a warm quiet, just an occasional slurp, as the four of you focus on eating and the new Bob’s Burgers movie. You wanted to ask Daddy how she got early access to it, but you knew by the smirk she had given you that you wouldn’t approve. 

After finishing dinner you’re laying around on the blankets spread out, lazy and comforting. It’s Wanda, sprawled on top of Natasha that finally speaks up, “You know, you two have never actually told us your story.” 

Kate’s head pops up, a panicked look across her face. Propping herself up on her elbows, making your head slide off her stomach. “What..what do you mean?” 

The grumpy glare you shoot at her is ignored, making you roll your eyes, nuzzling yourself into her thigh. “They mean, like, our story. You know, dating, you and me, for the year they were gone.” 

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The sun was blazing but your friends insisted you come to some sports event, apparently one of them had to write about it for the newspaper. Watching most sports was boring, but you were incredibly lonely while Wanda and Natasha were gone. The arena was busy and you were glad that you walked, attention on your phone as you tried to find your friends. 

You make your way into the soccer stadium, which you were kind of excited about since watching it was usually fun. Finally catching up with your friends as you were buying some popcorn from the concession stand, the four of you make your way to your reserved seats. The shock on your face when you saw what was actually on the field made your friend laugh at you, “What didn’t expect archery?” 

Observing the craziness that’s all over the field, you watch as people run around prepping for the beginning of the competition. A flash of purple catches your eye and a girl with sunglasses enters, her head held high; multiple people tripping over themselves to follow her. The press’s front row privileges allow you to see the action up front, but you can’t help that your gaze constantly strays to purple. 

She seems to be extremely popular, even signing autographs for a couple of the people around her. Her cocky grin makes you smile, and you know you’re staring. Your friends are snickering at you, and the one sitting next to you elbows you hard. “Oh, I get it. Archery isn’t the issue, you’re just fangirling over the star archer.” 

Your entire face flushes and you wish you could blame it on the sun, but you try to ignore the taunting. “Who is she anyways? It’s like she’s a superstar.” As soon as your friend starts to explain, an announcer comes over the loudspeaker asking for silence so that the competition can begin. 

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Natasha is shoving at Kate now, rolling her eyes at the obnoxiously smug look on her face. “C’mon Detka, you just had to tell her you thought she was a superstar? Look at her, we’re never going to be able to humble her.” The ginger’s voice should have sounded strict but she can’t stop the laughter bubbling up her throat as she watches the archer wiggle in her spot. 

You can’t help yourself as you just stare at your girlfriend, your heart beating a bit faster just as it does every time you see her. “Well, that’s what she was. Everyone was so enchanted by her, before and after she shot. She had everyone wrapped around her little finger.” 

Wanda studies you, a soft smile on her face. She lets herself into your mind, just slightly, listening to your thoughts about Kate. She knows that no matter her own opinion on the CEO, nothing matters because this golden retriever of a human has been the best thing to ever happen to you. “Just as you were, right Malyshka” Her voice is soft as she reaches out, cupping your jaw and letting her thumb rub along your cheek. 

A blush creeps up your neck, spreading along the bridge of your nose as you nuzzle shyly into the hand holding your face. “Just as I am now, always am.” 

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You aren’t sure how you keep stumbling upon archery competitions, but you do. Your friends drag you to more when she starts dating an archer, but each time you still don’t get to say hello to the purple girl. Refusing to bring up your mild crush to your friends you try your hardest to ignore any real information you have on the girl, maybe your interest in her will go away. It’s not like she sounds like a good person to want to be with anyways, rumor has it she’s just an arrogant rich jock who knows they can have anyone they want. 

It’s a final of some sort, so a lot of your friends and classmates are going to hype up your school. No matter what the sport or club it is, your school always showed up in pride. You were able to secure front row seats again, and you anxiously waited to see the flash of purple. You had allowed yourself to pay enough attention to her to know that she had easily made it to the finals. 

Flashes and a bit of commotion drags your attention to the far door and you use the pamphlet to shield your eyes, looking across the field. There in the middle of the crowd is the purple girl, who arrogantly calls herself “The World’s Best Archer”, smiling and answering a few questions. Your friend jumps up, grabbing her pad and pencil, waving her newspaper shirt around to try and get her attention. 

Your eyes widen as you realize that you’re going to be extremely close to the object of your infatuation, and you try to drag your friend down. She just shushes you, mumbling about needing to speak to a finalist. Kate finally makes her way to your group, her bow hanging from her hip as she adjusts the quiver on her back. She’s answering questions that your friend is rattling off, but you can’t hear any of it as you stare at the brunette. Mind blank as you realize just how beautiful she is up close. 

Suddenly she turns to you, slipping her sunglasses down her nose as she looks over the rims to get a better look at you. The striking ocean blue eyes make you choke on air, clearing your throat as you try to remain calm. “You. You’re at a lot of my matches aren’t you?” The cocky smirk that spreads across her face as you nod slowly at her makes you gulp, suddenly aware of the heat pounding down on you. “Wanna make a little deal?” 

Cocking an eyebrow at her, you can’t help but be intrigued. “Sure what were you thinking?” You’re surprised by the fact that your voice doesn’t shake, but your face is bright red as your friends try to hype you up. 

The archer slides her sunglasses up to sit on her head as she leans closer, resting her arms on the barrier as she looks up at you. “If I win–you’ll let me take you out on a date.” Her eyes are clear, bright and twinkling in the sunlight, and you know that you could get lost in them for hours. 

You can’t help the laugh that falls from your lips, and it gets louder when you notice the slightly offended look on Kate’s face. “Oh c’mon, you can’t act like that was the best line you could come up with. You gotta say that to everyone.” Watching the bold jock blush, even if it was subtle, made you bite your lip in an attempt to not smile. 

The announcer came over the speakers, letting everyone know that the first set would be starting in less than a minute. You watch as Kate slips her sunglasses back over her eyes, slipping on her dark purple shooting glove. “Think about it, it’ll be fun.” She’s backing up now, heading towards her coach. 

For the entire match your friends are whispering to you, trying to figure out what you plan on doing. You aren’t sure what you want, but you can’t help but stare as Kate unzips her jacket for her last set. Her winning is no surprise, and she’s shoving through adoring fans to get to you. She hands you the winning arrow, a bright smile on her face as she looks up at you. “So, what do you think? WIll you let me take you out? Just one date and we can go our separate ways if you hate me afterwards.” She watches as the grin on your face gets bigger with each word, and she’s pulling herself up onto the barrier now. Handing you her phone, “How’s this Saturday?” 

You’re nodding, a bashful smile on your face the closer she gets to you. It takes you a few times to type in your number as your nerves start getting the better of you, using her phone to call yours so that you can save her number too. The group has finally left you alone, deciding to focus on the other winners, which you are eternally thankful for. 

Kate is being called over by her coach and she back-flips to the ground before you can hand her the phone back, so you rush to the edge and reach down. The archer slips her sunglasses down to look up at you one last time before she starts walking away. You shout after her that she doesn’t even know you name yet, and she turns around with that stupid smirk on her face. She’s shrugging, nonchalantly. “You’re just my biggest fan.” The teasing tone in her voice makes you blush, and the smile she shoots you only makes it worse as she finally jogs back to her team. 

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Wanda is staring at you, face full of disbelief. “I cannot believe you fell for that.” She’s giggling watching as you blush. “That was the most basic guy line in the book Detka!” 

You shrug helplessly as you bury your face into Kate’s shoulder, body shaking with the silent laughter you’re trying to suppress. “I know I know, but look at her! How could I not?” She’s pulling you closer, her arm wrapping around you tighter. 

The younger Avenger is just smiling widely, entirely too cocky. “What can I say, I have hella game.” 

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The street lights are on and the only people out now are all rushing around to go home, except for you two. Kate had asked if you wanted to take a walk around the city after the laser tag arena and dinner. You had come to realize that the archer was extremely athletic and even more high energy, always wanting to be moving and having fun. 

“So you’re telling me that you have how many black belts? Ten? How does someone even have ten?” You’re laughing as the two of you stroll down the street, fingers tangled together as you guys swerve a little. The brunette’s excitement as she talks makes walking close impossible. 

You watch as she reaches up to run her fingers through her hair, an entirely too arrogant smile on her face as she tries to casually shrug. “I spent a lot of time in classes and being trained by different masters. I could always help you, ya know if you were interested?” The blush on her face is mostly hidden by the darkness of the night, but it still makes your stomach flutter knowing she is shy about somethings. 

Humming in agreement, you let the silence wash over you. With the excitement down a little, your head falls onto her shoulder as you walk closer to each other. You can hear sirens and the sounds of the city, but Kate pulls you down a quiet street. Swinging the backpack off her back, pulling out a blanket and a penny board. She sets you up, not before asking if you want to ride, on the blanket on the curb. Music playing from the speaker on her Bishop watch as she sails around the empty street, “So, what about you? Why Biochem and Forensic Behavioral? That’s a hefty load to take on.” 

You normally would be annoyed on a first date that someone seemingly isn’t paying attention, but Kate is flipping around every two seconds so her eyes are barely off of you. “My parents influenced my decision a lot. I didn’t want to do exactly what they do, but I wanted to be at least in the same range. It’s also kind of fun.” She comes to a stop in front of you, squatting down so she can be closer. 

Her hand reaches out to play with your fingers as she rocks back and forth on the board. Nodding, you know she’s putting together who your parents are exactly. You had made comments that would indicate what they do, and you knew that she was interested in that world. Ocean blue is staring at you, searching your face before she just shrugs happily; knowing to drop the conversation. Her body relaxes, sitting on the penny board as she smiles at you. 

Even under the dim, flickering, street light you are sitting under you can’t help but get completely captivated by the deep ocean blue. Kate’s cheeks, even in the dark, are bright red as she blushes under your attention. You usually would be just as flushed as she was but you’re pretty sure your brain has short circuited as she bites her lip. The callouses on her fingers are rough against your own as she tries to gain enough courage to get closer to you. A twitch of your eyebrow makes her chuckle, swallowing her pride, and tugging you a little closer to her. “I..I really wanna kiss you.” 

Your breath hitches and your eyes subconsciously flick to her lips, your heart beating entirely too quickly at the thought. Letting your own hand wrap around her wrist to ground yourself, nodding quickly. “Please..” The plea comes out naturally, slightly too high pitched for your liking. 

Kate smiles, soft and timid, looking up at you through her lashes. Reaching her free hand up to your chin, her thumb tracing your cheek. “I..I wish I could, but there’s something special about you.” Her voice cracks and it makes her face flush in embarrassment. “Would..you like to do this again? Maybe next week?” You’re answering her before she can even finish her sentence, a rushed yes mumbled out. ”Kiss me then if you still want to keep dating me.” 

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Natasha rolls her eyes, sipping her beer. “I can’t tell if Kate is just a huge simp or a really good player.” Wanda laughs loudly, running her fingers through your hair as you curl into her side. 

The archer’s mouth is hanging open, eyes rolling. “How does an old lady like you even know the word simp, hm?”

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The air was tense as you sat at the circular table at the best pub on the block, the blonde staring daggers at your girlfriend. You knew that this would be a huge bump in the road, trying to get Yelena to approve. If the agent lies Kate, not only would that be good in general, but it would also help later on to get Natasha and Wanda’s approval. 

You watch as the widow takes a shot of vodka, not even flinching as she continues to stare at the brunette. “So, Kate Bishop, tell me why I should not just eliminate you right now. Y/N is not an answer either.” The archer just blinks, unsure exactly how to answer the question. The blonde doesn’t let her have a chance as she slides over a shot glass. Nodding at it, you watch as the two down the burning liquid. 

The entire night spirals out of control quickly as you sit at the table watching as the two down shots and play every game in the pub; darts, pool, air hockey, even the stupid arcade games in the corner. You have no idea when everything went off the rails, but you’re dreading the chaos that the duo seem to be exuding. Not that you want the tense over protectiveness back but you also aren’t sure you’re going to be able to handle the two together if this is how they are every time they hang out. Yelena has already snapped all the darts in half because she lost every round and Kate threw the air hockey puck out the window when she lost. 

It’s late in the night, and you were all back at your apartment laying around on the living room floor. The archer was passed out upside, half off, the couch holding onto the dart board she stole from the pub. Your best friend lazily throws out her hand, hitting your shoulder, and waiting for you to make a noise. “You know, this Kate Bishop is not that bad. She seems like a good person for you to have around. I have not seen you so fluttery like this before, it looks like a good thing for you. I do not like her ability to beat me in darts though.” 

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You look over at Natasha, who’s literally just sitting there with a frown on her face. The room is quiet as you all wait for her reaction. “I can’t believe that she only likes you because you got drunk with her.” 

Kate is leaning over, getting into the widow’s personal space, with a pompous grin on her face. “Guess your sister has better taste than you!” Must be why she’s my favorite widow.” The archer winks at Natasha as she presses a kiss to her neck. The ginger’s face is unamused as she rolls her eyes. 

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Summer break was just beginning and you were heading back to your parent’s house, without them knowing you were bringing Kate. You had invited her to come meet your family, and stay at the house, before she went back to the city to stay with her mom. You were incredibly nervous because your family has never liked anyone you’ve ever dated. Neither of your parents believed in sports, one reason both you and Carson took them up, and that made you even more anxious since Kate was the biggest jock you’ve ever dated. The brunette was trying her hardest to comfort you even through her own fears, but with the amount of jitters between the two of you there was no real calming down. 

It was Carson who came and picked you up, a lower level agent driving him. You had talked with him as he was also the only family member to know about your relationship with Wanda and Natasha, warning him that you were bringing someone home. The moment he stepped into your apartment cackling you knew that he was going to be obnoxious the entire time. You just slap his arm, shushing him as you try to get everyone into the car quickly. The ride is filled with him asking Kate stupid questions about archery, martial arts, fencing, and even going as far back as her basketball days. 

As you are pulling up to your house you finally ask the question that has been lingering, “What’s their mood like?” It seems like an innocent question, but it will show a lot to you. 

The young boy sighs, rubbing his face. “Mom and Dad lost a mission to a new agent. They think they are getting phased out. Malik is…well he’s just being an asshole, but he did get another mission so he’s extra arrogant.”  They’re all standing at the door, and it makes you gulp before glaring at your brother. “I had to tell them you had important news to get them to stay. All three of them were going to go to headquarters.” 

Malik is laughing the moment you all get out of the car and your mother is grumbling underneath her breath, but you can see Z trying his hardest to be supportive. Every time you brought home a partner those three always thought it was a joke, none of them seemingly a good pick in their eyes. They wanted you to date an agent or someone they thought might get you somewhere in life, so seeing another obvious rich kid made them mock you before they even spoke to your girlfriend. 

Kate grabbed your bags before you could even try to pick them up, carrying them all towards the house as Carson tries to calm your nerves. “Mom, Dad, this is Kate. Kate Bishop. My girlfriend.” You watch as your mother’s fake hospitality mask slides on, a wide smile as she welcomes the brunette into the home. 

Z and Malik are directed to help your archer with the bags, who mumbles her thanks. Tangling your fingers with Kate’s you start walking through the house, giving her a mini tour as you try to distance yourself from the rest of your family. Your mother is quick to find you though, asking the two of you into the den to have a conversation. 

Sitting in front of her is nerve-wracking, and you can feel the judgment from here. “Kate Bishop of Bishop Security, yes? Eleanor and Derek’s daughter?” The young brunette is nodding quickly, an awkward smile on her face. “Getting ready to graduate and work at your mother’s company, I presume?” 

Your girlfriend sits up straighter at the mention of her future, and she begins trying to figure out what to say that won’t make things worse. “My mother has indeed asked me to come work for the family business. I’m planning to temporarily stay since I’ve been doing okay there during my internship.” 

Watching your mother nod, tensely as she takes a sip of her water, you internally cringe knowing what the next question out of her mouth is going to be. “These athletic achievements that you have, do you think you’ll turn the child’s games into an actual adult ability or will you at the very least focus on a career? You seem to be very invested in them, I found hundreds of listings for competitions and awards that you have gotten and taken part in. One would say that you are wasting your abilities working behind a desk.” 

Kate perks a little at that, glancing towards you before a smile breaks out on her face. “I really do enjoy archery, fencing, and martial arts. I have since I was young.” Her voice quiets as she thinks through her next words. “I actually am very interested in your occupation, being a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent is amazing. Clint Barton started out as one.” 

The moment that sentence is out of her mouth all the tension leaves the room, except for yours, and your mother is immediately leaning forward. You watch the two start talking about missions and history. Z and Malik come into the room shortly after and you smile as you realize that this is the first person that those three seem to actually like, the four of them in an intense conversation about the Loki invasion. 

Carson sneaks you out of the room and the two of you sit in the room over, eating popcorn and whispering as you listen to the rest of them talk about protocol. “You know, even if we hate that stupid organization maybe it’s a good thing your new jock likes it. Seems like you won’t have any issues bringing her around.” You're smiling at that, head falling to his shoulder as you blush. “I really like her and you know, I think they would like her too.” His words hang in the air as the two of you fall into silence, enjoying the lively vibe in the house. 

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Wanda is throwing popcorn up in the air and letting it levitate over you so that you can always catch the pieces as you tell the story, and Kate is just staring at the two of you. Flabbergasted and slightly offended, “Excuse you, did you forget we were doing something?” 

The ginger rolls her eyes and drags the archer closer, feeding her a couple goldfish. “Don’t worry little mutt, we heard the entire story. Just cause those two are being weird tonight doesn’t mean that we don’t appreciate you telling us.” Natasha laughs loudly at the extremely grumpy face she receives in return, booping the young brunette on the nose. 

“I’m sorry babe, I got hungry.” You shoot her the best innocent doe eyes you can muster through your suppressed laughter. Kate just rolls her eyes, sticking her tongue out at you. 

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Kate’s hands are shaking, hovering over your hips as you straddle her lap.You could feel her nerves even as she kissed you, something felt different that night. The two of you had been going out officially for a couple months at this point, and you were completely ready to take the next step but for some reason the brunette always seemed hesitant. 

You’re pulling away, despite her groans of protest, to look her in the eyes. Rubbing her bottom lip where she’s gnawing on it, stress evident all over her face. “What’s going on babe?” It’s simple, but your tone cracks the mask that the archer had and her face crumples. 

She’s rubbing her rough calloused hands up the sides of your thighs, causing shivers to rush up your spine. Kate’s gaze finally meets yours, normally bright ocean completely blown out and striking midnight blue replacing it. You can tell she’s overthinking, something you’ve come to realize she does a lot in regards to you. “I really want to touch you.” Her voice is small, almost fragile sounding. 

A soft smile spreads across your face, settling your hips so that you’re flush against her. Sucking in a breath when your clit rubs against the seam of your pants, the arousal you were ignoring blurring your mind for a moment. “You are touching me silly.” Your voice matches her tone, eyes twinkling down at her. 

The eye roll you receive lets you know you broke the tension, and she’s pushing you to grind against her as you need. She’s watching you, her jaw slack as you slowly take what you need. You’re moving slowly on top of her, playing with her hair as she holds you anxiously. Her hands are guiding your movements, shaky and unsure, but it just lights a fire in your stomach. “I– just don’t want to hurt you.” The crack in her voice makes your hips stutter, drawing a whimper from your throat. 

Kate’s eyes are wide, anxiety filled, and it makes you chuckle. “You could never hurt me baby, never.” You didn’t have it in your heart to say that you doubt anything she could do would be worse than your training you had. It’s the twinkle as she looks up at you, like you were the center of her universe, that makes your breath hitch. Struggling to swallow down the rush of emotions that threaten to boil over, you can feel the corner of your mouth twitch into a grin. 

The soft light around you and the noise outside the window drowns out, all thoughts in your brain sizzle out the longer you hold her gaze. Your bodies are moving, but you can only focus on the feeling of warmth spreading throughout your body like a wildfire. Her hands finally gaining confidence with your whimpers as they slip into your shorts, discarding clothing as they map out every inch of your skin. A rose flush igniting your skin under the attention of your girlfriend, an impatient whine stuck in your throat as she descends your body. 

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The snickering you heard was expected, and Kate’s face was already hidden in the pillows below you. You watch as Natasha just leans back, using Kate as a footrest. 

Thinking that it was going to be the widow was going, it completely caught you off guard when it was Wanda mumbling out “Guess you really were too stupid to fuck our little toy before you met us.” The laughter tumbling from your lips only made the flush on your girlfriend’s neck deeper, but you couldn’t stop it. 

You could see the soft smiles on the older Avenger’s faces, despite the teasing, and it makes you wiggle in the witch’s lap. 

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The humidity stuck around even as you the sun set and the two of you continued to lean against the two benches, opting to get comfortable on the ground. You weren’t expecting the night to go like this, Kate had taken you out to a 3 Michelin star restaurant and you were headed to go-karts when a panic attack hit you. She was able to calm you enough to walk before she got a taxi and let you rest against her. You weren’t sure how to feel about her bringing you to your father’s grave, though you couldn’t help but already feel more relaxed. 

No one else was around you and the silence was heavy, but it was Kate who spoke first; shocking you some. “H-hi sir. My name is Kate Bishop. It’s an absolute honor to meet you. I’ve heard a lot of amazing stories about you.” Watching as she speaks out loud, even taking the time to let silence fill the air as though your father could speak back. You weren’t sure how long you were zoned out, eyes filled with heavy tears, but it’s the brunette’s laughter that breaks you out of your trance. “Nooo sir, it wasn’t meant to go that way! I truly tried my hardest but I didn’t realize how big of a difference there was in baking soda and baking powder!” 

The ocean eyes are twinkling in the moonlight, night falling quickly, but she’s still talking. “Seriously? I cannot believe old 40s music is better than music now. I have to fight you on that one sir, I think some of the songs now are much better. Oh come on! I can listen to music other than rap! If you give me a good recommendation, I’ll listen but you have to try a few of my songs. I promise I can change your mind sir.” 

It blows your mind as you sit there, quiet for most of the night, watching this superstar nationally acclaimed athlete talk to a gravestone on a prime Saturday night. You know it’s well past midnight when you finally interrupt her, asking her if you could go somewhere to warm up. The two of you say goodbye to your dad, Kate promising to come back soon with music and food. 

You end up on a rooftop, ironically, but the archer had stashed a duffle bag of blankets and snacks there meant for a night of patrolling. Wrapped up in the blankets, legs hanging off the edge, you let yourself relax against Kate. Neither of you speak but you hope she knows just how thankful you are, even as you fall asleep with her arm wrapped around you looking out over the city. You don’t hear the mumbled “I love you” as the archer watches you sleep, pulling you closer to keep you warm. 

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Soft snores accompanied the last part of the story as Kate quietly finished talking, the three of them watching you as you sleep soundly. The youngest reaches over to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, a bashful smile along her lips as she whispers a mumbled declaration of love. The archer was glad you fell asleep during that last part of the story since she’s never told you that you weren’t the first one to say the L word, a small secret that she planned to tell you one day when you were both at the end of an aisle. 

Natasha’s body is warm from where you lay on top of her, settled deeply as you sleep. She struggles to hide her smile as she realizes how lucky she has gotten. When she agreed to take the year long mission, the widow was terrified. She just wanted you to be happy, protected, and loved. A chaotic, cocky, loyal, brave, and puppy dog of an archer was the answer to everything; somehow the widow shouldn’t be surprised. Kate was everything you needed. 

Wanda was never one to like untrained and chaos, but even she couldn’t disagree that the ball of energy was good for you; possibly even good for the entire group. In times of quiet, usually nighttime, the witch could admire the young Avenger. The witch lets her hands ghost along the archer’s torso, letting her magic really feel her. Taking a step back on control with Kate wasn’t something that the Sokovian was originally okay with, but she knew that this decision was best for the entire group. Seeing the young CEO grow and help you grow made her understand why you fell in love with her, and it confused the older woman just a bit. She didn’t like things she couldn’t control, but she was becoming okay with the wild Bishop. 

Kate yawns, loud and jaw cracking as she settles against Wanda. The archer’s tired body finally caves as she curls up, nuzzling into the blanket. The older two women sigh as they look around at the mess in the blanket fort with the two younger women curled up asleep. The witch rolls her eyes at Natasha’s pointed look before she snaps her fingers to clean up the mess. 

Silence settles in the room, only being interrupted by mumbled snores and grumbles, as the older women observe the submissive counterpart. It’s the witch whose voice fills the void, “Do you think– could we ever? You know?” Her eyes are glued to your sleeping form as she lets herself watch you dream, an awe filled look on her face. 

Natasha’s mouth opens and closes a few times, uncharacteristically stuttering, as her mind and words struggle to match up. Her own gaze stuck on the archer, confliction evident but a softness still lingering. “C’mon Wands, we can’t think like that right now. It wouldn’t work out anyways. It’s bed time anyways.” The widow stubbornly rolls over, flipping you with her and effectively breaking the older brunette’s trance. 

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[kitmoas]

Only the brightest are seen in the dark

Summary: Being in nature really brings out a fun side

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Semi-Public Sex, strap on use (r receiving), Spit, Magic use, Play under Alcohol influence, Anal play (does that need a warning?), degrading, names, Dommy Kate :)

*As per usual, if I missed anything important let me know*

A/N: A little treat for the trick of the demonic witch Wanda fic not coming out quite yet. Just a quick, fun little drabble of our favorite little foursome. I didnt edit this sooo any mistakes are mine lol

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Currently you are kneeling at Wanda’s feet, pouting, as you stare out the window at all the kids running around. She’s humming and dancing a bit in her spot as she stirs the pesto sauce that she is working on, completely ignoring the way you try to get her attention. The speakers are drowning out your whining, and if anything it’s just frustrating. Today was supposed to be a good day but the brunette can’t just let a few things slide. 

“You forget that I can hear your loudest thoughts without even trying, little toy.” Her magic vibrates against your skin as she tips your head back to look up at her. She just stares at you, one eyebrow lifted. 

Before the witch can continue the elevator dings and out piles Peter, Yelena, Kate, and an exhausted looking Natasha. Your girlfriend crosses the room, nodding her respect at the older woman before leaving a gentle kiss on your forehead. “When can we break the tiny one outta jail, oh Great Wiggly One?” The archer playfully bows, teasing as she gestures to your kneeling form. 

Your best friends run up, the younger spiders crowding Wanda as they smile widely. “Do not be boring angry emo, it is scary weekend!” The blonde swipes a slice of steak, gnawing on it as she walks away. She plops down at her spot at the table with her feet up on an empty chair. 

Peter nods shyly, still a bit nervous around the powerful witch. “Yes, please Ms. Wiggly. It’s Halloween, and whatever she did the punishment can wait, can't it?” Even with a touch of flush rising to his cheeks, everyone can see the young boy is finally getting comfortable with the entire group and even the dynamic. 

You can see the older brunette’s mask start cracking, a small smile twerking up the corner of her lips. She rolls her eyes, her magic flowing from her fingertips as she plates up the dinner. Following the brunette as she walks to the table, shoving Yelena’s feet off the chair before sitting, you lay your head dutifully on her thigh as you keep your focus on her face. “After you all eat, detka here can be freed from her apparent prison.” Her scarlet lips leave a stain as she takes a sip of her wine, her free hand gesturing at the rest of the table for everyone else to start eating. 

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By the time your group made it to the secluded section of woods, the festivities were in full swing. Everyone was laughing and having a good time, all the younger agents and even the young Avengers all running around. Kate, practically bouncing in her spot, as her fingers are tangled in yours. You know she’s trying to be a good dominant foundation, keep within the boundaries and rules because of your behavioral slip up earlier, so you try to not push her weakness too much. You can see Wanda and Natasha in your peripheral vision, the two giving each other a skeptical look as they observe the archer. 

The night was fun, everyone drinking and experiencing a Stark Halloween Bash. You were surprisingly allowed to drink, though Kate was taking her role very seriously and just nursing a single Apple Elixir. Already feeling a bit buzzed, your guard was completely down as you and Yelena stumbled out of the Zombie Hunt game. “I cannot believe you left me for dead! I’m your best friend!” She was screaming flamboyantly at you, a grumpy pout decorated her painted face. 

Peter and America rolled their eyes, knowing that this would be the argument. Ignoring the other two, your jaw dropped as you swirled to look at the blonde. “Excuse you! You literally shoved Peter into the horde then told America and I to go after him while you ran away!” 

Your argument is interrupted by Kate, who slips behind you and is lifting a cup to your lips before a word is even uttered. Sinking back into her taller form, she wraps her arm around you and lets a kiss ghost your temple. Muttered praise warms you from the inside, and adds to the fog settling over your brain. You barely register her sending your friends away, a smile on your face as you realize what your life is like now compared to years before. Swaying with the love of your life as you watch your best friends run around like children, screaming at the top of their lungs. “C’mon little Chew Toy, I got one more surprise for you.” 

The archer has to support your body as the last drink fills your veins with the burning alcohol, falling over your own feet and air. You're walking away from the lights and action, deeper into the dark woods and it suddenly feels chilly when you’re not under the heat lamps. Voice slurred and slow, you try to ask the brunette where you’re going but she just shushes you. Leaning you against a random tree, she traps you there as she looks down at you. 

Tipping your chin up, she pulls you in for a kiss. It’s heated almost immediately, her lips moving against yours too quickly for your muddled brain to keep up with. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away, and takes a few steps back. Before you can complain, two figures drop down from out of the tree above you. 

Gloved hand covering your mouth before you can scream, and it’s only when you see the crimson mist hovering in the air that you realize who it is. Wanda and Natasha are standing side by side, dressed fully in black even with masks over their faces. You look around trying to find Kate, but you realize that here in the dark you can barely see her as well. Her dark hooded costume makes her almost melt into the shadows while your bright nonsensical costume stands out aggressively. 

You’re being pulled around, shifted and shoved, as the three silently manhandle your body. Cool leather touches your bare thigh, making you squeak at the temperature change. “You know, your Mommy really made a good choice putting you in this slutty little skirt.” The ginger’s voice is rough, raspy in your ear as she gropes your ass. 

Unsure if it’s the alcohol buzzing through your system or your natural reaction to the widow, but you’re already starting to feel warmth growing in your stomach. Kate slides up next to you, her calloused fingers roughly tangling in your hair as she yanks your head back to look up at her. Running her free thumb down your face, cooing at your unfocused eyes, she pops it past your lips. “Such a dumb lil thing, already can’t think and your Daddy has barely touched you.” 

A twig breaks and you see Wanda hovering a few steps back, her fingers dancing with a small red orb. She just shakes her head, a stern look on her face as she pointedly stares at Natasha. The feeling of the ginger’s hands cupping your breasts, makes your eyes flutter, the thin shirt barely a boundary between the two of you. Her soft touch as she pulls and twists as your nipples is always something that overwhelms you, lighting the fire of arousal deep in your bones. 

Kate drags your focus back to her, smashing your mouths together in a messy kiss. Heated and forcing you into immediate submission as she forces her tongue in your mouth, her grip still tangled in your hair at the base of your skull. Just like every other time the two of you kiss, your heart stutters and your breath catches in your throat. The way the archer claims your mouth is different than how anyone else ever kisses you, such a casual dominance filled with the most pure feeling of love and adoration that you truly get lost in it. 

It wasn’t until a low vibration began spreading along your stomach, making your muscles twitch, that you tried to pull away from your make out session. A rough yank on your sore nipples makes you yelp, tearing your face out of the young Avenger’s grip. “Nuh uh, Malyshka, focus on what you’re feeling.” Her grip on your breasts drags you back, grinding into you as you moan. The feeling of a hard bulge draws a wet spot on your flimsy thong, your arousal finally leaking through. 

A broken moan falls from your open lips, when the ghost of fingers slip along your slit. Rubbing your clit as Natasha grinds into you, Kate is unzipping her costume. Holding onto your jaw, she lets you have a few moments of drooling over her flexing abs as they come into view. “Such a pretty mouth making such pretty noises already.” 

The vibrations grow along your clit, slipping down to your leaking hole. “Enough playing around, people are going to start looking for us and today isn’t a day that I want to share the Toy.” Wanda’s voice is stern, directing her attention at the Russian who has been barely touching you. You feel more than hear the ginger chuckle against you, her bulge rutting into you and forcing the misty orb to slip into you. “If you’re going to fuck her, get to it. Unless you can’t get the courage to, are you scared of the woods Natsy?” The mocking tone makes you clench around the small quivering sphere. 

Drawing you in, the archer slips two fingers into your mouth. Shoving them down your throat, her lip slipping out to lick at her bottom lip. It doesn’t take long for your fuzzy brain to start reacting, mumbling out Puppy the more she gags you. Strands of drool start dropping, catching along your jaw. “Open your mouth. Let me play with my little Fuck Toy.” Not another second of warning, Kate’s drool covered fingers roughly gag you before ripping from your mouth. 

Heaving mixes with your whimpers, the magic filling you pushing you closer and closer to the edge. Eyes fixated on how the CEO in front of you strokes her dark purple strap, covering it in your drool. “Yea, cmon Master. Don’t get all soft on me now.” Kate’s voice makes you whine, shrill and catches the attention of a few lower level agents who try to see what the commotion is. A deep resonating growl pulls from the brunette’s lips as she forces her strap into your mouth, muffling the loud gag. 

The magic within you is leaving your thighs shaking, growing as it vibrates in you. It didn’t take much more than the mutt mocking her for Natasha to finally jump into the game. Flipping up your skirt, she slips your thong to the side. Taking a second to watch the way you clench around the leaking scarlet, the ginger finally lets a strand of spit land on your puckered hole. 

As her hips push the head of her strap jade eyes flicker up to meet dark ocean, she teasingly lifts her eyebrow. “Don’t get too cocky now, Mutt. I know you won’t last longer than Toy here, maybe you’ll even break the little witch’s rule of the night.” Between the anger that flares in Wanda’s magic and the way the two Avengers thrusting into you at a competitive level, you had a feeling that this would be the end of Halloween for you but the start of something even more fun. 

[kitmoas]

Training Grounds

A WandaNat x Reader x Kate 18+ AU

Summary: Kate just needs a little bit of training, and you know just the two people for the job.

Main Plot:

Season 1 -Installation 1: Training Grounds -Installation 2: All of Ours -Installation 3: Break You -Installation 4: Two Sides//Same Coin -Installation 5: Counterparts and Countermoves Season Finale Installation 1: Now, Then, and Forever/ Season Finale Installation 2: /Evermore

Season 2 (Coming Soon)

Universe Navigation

Universe Building (random facts about the AU)

Blurbs (any small piece of work)

Drabbles (...in this AU this is anything from about 1k-4k words)

Character Specific Answers

k: pup!kate (anything to do with the lovable pup)

k: witchy (Wanda is the superior witch)

k: widow1 (It's Natasha's best code name)

k: trainers: (WandaNat central)

k: pets (Kate and Toy are always getting into trouble)

Other Things

Playlists

Chronological Order

Mood Boards

Pictures (Any pictures-info or fun)

[kitmoas]

the amount of jokes nat and kate would make about mothers day to wanda would be insane. like the "happy mothers day mommy" becomes more irrating than comforting lol. But then toys just there genuinly making her breakfast in bed

We're going to ignore that this drabble is.. a few days late now. It's okay, its fine.

But happy mothers day to my favorite MILF, Wanda Maximoff.

Training Grounds Universe

Wanda laid face down on the couch, grumbling to herself as she heard the rambunctious laughter behind her. The two had been making jokes all morning and you were no where to be found, so the witch had to grumpily deal with them all alone.

Kate is bouncing on her toes around the couch, giggles making it difficult to hear her voice clearly. “Mommmmmy. Happy Mother’s Day, Mommy!” Her fist is gripping a now broken, crushed flower as she tries presenting it again to the older brunette.

Her laughter is met quickly as Natasha slides from the other side of the room, holding up a horribly drawn out Mother’s Day card on the back of a Chinese delivery menu. “Here Mommy, I made you a card too!” The widow is trying to shove the card into Wanda’s hand, but the latter is hiding as much as she can into the couch.

Her head whipping up to glare at the two just makes them laugh more, falling against each other on the opposite couch. “Just wait till Father’s Day, Daddy.” Her voice comes out in sneer through barred teeth. She sits up now, as she watches the two slowly retreat down the hall. Crossing her arms she pouts a little, confused where you were.

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It doesn’t take long for Natasha and Kate to get confidence again, the two finding Wanda in her office now. The witch is on her computer, planning something, when the two saunter in with smirks on their faces.

Kate slides onto the desk, smiling at Wanda as she glares up at her, before presenting her with a teddy bear. It’s holding a heart that says Happy Mother’s Day but the archer had taped a piece of paper that had Mommy’s scribbled on it over the former word. “Please oh please forgive me Mommy. It is your day after all.” The tone is entirely too mocking and it makes the witch’s skin crawl with irritation.

Natasha’s hands run down her girlfriend’s arms, as she wraps her in a comforting hug from behind. “Oh. C’mon Mommy. What’s a little fun gonna hurt on your day.” The chuckle that falls from her lips makes Wanda flick her in her nose.

The widow helps Kate down off the desk, as she puffs her chest in fake pride. “Let’s go Mutt, our amazing gifts and love is apparently not good enough for Mommy over there. Must be above all that.” The two mockingly whimper sadly as they head out the door, a shouted Happy Mommy Day thrown over their shoulder as they giggle.

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You’re struggling, a lot more than you should be, but you’re determined to do this on your own. Your own mother forced the entire family to go out for the day so you're grumpy that you only just got to the compound an hour ago, but you're determined to make the evening amazing. You had F.R.I.D.A.Y on look out as you tried your hardest to make an amazing dinner for Wanda. You knew that she would be at the normal weekly team meeting which gave you some time to go and set up in her room as well.

Having just sat down in the middle of your huge blanket fort the door slamming open made you flinch, but seeing Wanda stomp through the threshold made you smile. You leaned up to sit prettily on your knees for her, as you watch her shuffle into her room with her eyes glued to her phone. She had just leaned against the door when you finally found your voice, "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy." The tone was entirely too soft for your original mindset, but seeing her there made your heart flutter and you couldn't help it.

Her forest eyes snap up, and confusing fleeting anger settles into adoration. "Oh Little one.." Her voice trails off as she takes in the blanket fort with fairy lights and flowers. She sees the huge dinner and pretty drinks on trays, with a few wrapped boxes on the side. A couple books stacked in the corner and the remote on top of them was next to a pile of comfy looking clothes.

You squirm in your spot, nerves starting to get the best of you as you open your mouth to apologize for how late you are. You barely get the sentence out before Wanda is kneeling next to you, pulling you into a kiss that melts your entire soul. It's soft, and she guides you through it as she tilts your head to the side. It's the kind of kiss you know she saves just for you, and Natasha, and it makes your entire body vibrate happily. "Shh Мой красивый ангел. This is perfect, you are perfect."

There's tears in her eyes as she kisses you again before finally pulling away. The two of you settle into a soft and quiet night, and you can't help but realize how perfect your life is. Wanda doesn't stop smiling the entire night, her smile widening as you explain what each pile and thing is. The two of you end the night with some random show softly in the background as she reads out loud to you. You're curled up into her side, her heart beat lulling you to sleep.

Wanda pulls you closer, her hand rubbing the soft skin stretched along your ribs, as she reads to you softly. The muffled snores make her smile as she catches you falling asleep, and she realizes that all the teasing she endured earlier was worth every moment she spent with you.

[kitmoas]

Leather Bound

Summary: You and Kate greet Wanda when she gets home from a mission

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 5.1k (this once again...got much longer than I intended)

Warnings: Magic Use, Strap on use, degradation, boot kink, strap-warming

*As usual, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: Based off of this 1k Request (and a few others). I teased a boot worship/riding fic a while ago, and I FINALLY made good of my promise. Hopefully it was worth the wait!

Training Grounds Master List

***MINORS DNI******18+***

The leash handle is wrapped around your wrist and hanging lightly between your fingers, a connection to your girlfriend at all times regardless of the actions tonight. You were kneeling above Wanda, you had immediately attached to her as soon as she stepped through the doors of the elevator. The witch had been gone on a mission for months and you were desperate for her attention. 

Her arm was wrapped around your waist, keeping you close, as her mouth kissed up your neck. “Did you miss me Little One?” The whimper that leaves your lips as she bites into your collarbone causes the Sokovian to growl slightly, vibrating through your body. 

Your hips are moving as much as they can under her tight grip, the arousal spreading through your body in waves. Your shaky fingers tighten their grip on her shirt and you nod frantically. “Yes Mommy, missed you s’much.” The words slurred some as the feeling of her hand on your body blurred all the thoughts in your mind. 

The hand mapping out your body trailed up your chin, gripping it roughly as she pulled you into a messy kiss. It was chaotic at best as you struggled to even keep up, the fog in your mind slamming down hard. Her tongue forces its way past your lips and at this point you let Wanda do whatever she wants, just happy to be used by her finally. 

Wanda chuckles into your mouth, pulling away slightly to look into your unfocused eyes and smirking at the floaty look as you try to chase her lips. Her grip on your chin softens, pulling you back into her lips softly. Though the kiss is soft, and slow, it makes your entire body buzz as she slowly works her lips against yours. The pathetic whine that leaves your mouth as she pulls away from you makes her smile at you, “Is my dumb little toy already so floaty that she can’t even kiss me properly?” Her tone is light but just so mocking, and it makes your entire body flush. 

You move your hands to wrap your arms around her neck but the leash pulls taut, forcing Kate to stumble forward from where she was kneeling at Wanda’s feet. The witch chuckles but taps her leg, directing the young woman where she wants her without looking at her. “Better watch how hard you drag your Stray around there, Little One.” You register your girlfriend bumping slightly into your shin when she shuffles forward, straddling one of Wanda’s legs. 

The hand that wasn’t busy now scratching down your stomach reaches out to tangle roughly in the archer’s dark brown hair, tugging her forward more and pushing Kate’s face into her thigh. A short tap on the archer’s cheek and the young girl immediately, and thankfully, starts to mouth at the tender skin there. The witch chuckling at the marks already starting to appear on her thigh. 

Your hand tightens around the handle of the leash as your hips move without restraint, trying desperately to grind down on anything, as you watch Kate’s mouth leave marks wherever it can reach. “Mommy…” 

“What is it, Little One? You’re just so wiggly in my lap, squirming all over. Is there an issue? Is there something your stupid toy brain needs help with?” Wanda is leaning back now, watching as the two of you squirm and attempt to get more out of her. Her tone teases you and it’s hard to answer when your brain is completely filled with a thick smog. 

Your incoherent mumbles just make her laugh as her magic starts to vibrate across your skin, your eyes falling closed as the sensations become too much. “You know what I love, Toy? I love seeing you all worked up, naked on your knees as soon as I get back to the compound. I love seeing you holding the mongrel’s leash and being such good girls for Mommy.” The two of you whine at the praise making the older woman pause, arrogant eyes watching the scene in front of her. “Most of all, I love watching you two fall apart so prettily without me even actually having to touch you.” 

Her magic is all over your body now, everywhere except the places you need it most. Whining you jerk your hands forward, grasping at her shirt, forcing Kate’s body to tumble and her hips to accidentally rut into the smooth leather of Wanda’s boots. The breathy moan that escapes the archer’s lips gets the attention of both of you, and the witch smirks down at her. 

A single finger scratches roughly on your inner thigh making you clench on nothing, and your breath hitches as you watch through blurry vision as she finally taps your neglected clit. She snickers as your hips jerk forward. “Making such a mess in Mommy’s lap, toy. I don’t even think you need my fingers to stretch your needy cunt, do you?” Her question is fake as she lets her strap magically appear, and your mouth literally waters at the sight of it. 

Your body moves before you can stop it, trying to lean forward to get some part of her in your mouth but the feeling of her magic wraps around your throat. A strangled yelp falls from your lips when you feel teeth sink into the tender skin on your ankle, “Careful there Toy, you wouldn’t want to make your pathetic stray fall.” Wanda’s eyes travel down to where Kate is gnawing at your ankle now, her hips mindlessly moving against her boot as she chases her orgasm. 

Wanda taps your bottom lip and your mouth opens automatically, the magic around your throat pulling you forward a little. Her spit lands on your tongue, pooling there as does the wetness between your thighs. Her magic wraps around your hips, guiding you to straddle the large strap. “Get it ready for your pretty pussy.” The witch smirks as she watches you lean back, stumbling slightly. Her hand reaches out to steady you, landing on your torso and letting her thumb run across your hardened nipple. She watches with hooded eyes as you let the pool of spit drip onto the tip, “Such a good girl for me.” 

The magic pulls you forward, making you slip a little as Wanda laughs. Her nails scratch at the underside of your breast, drawing a whine from your throat. The tip of her cock rubs against your clit, poking at your opening as your wetness makes it slip. The mist wrapping around your body guides Wanda’s cock, the two of you moaning when you’re forced to take the first inch. 

“That’s right Little One, taking Mommy’s cock so well.” Wanda’s burning eyes are watching your cunt stretch, a dangerous glint makes you shiver. There’s a distinct vibration around your throat from the magic tightening. 

Her hand reaches past you where Kate’s head is now leaning against her knee, barely missing getting kicked by you, as she ruts mindlessly against her boot. “Such a messy, desperate little Stray. Did you miss me while I was away? Was your stupid brain forced to think too much?” 

The younger brunette whines, frantically nodding, and her hips stutter. “Please Водич” Her voice is breathless, cracking as she forces herself to ask for mercy. 

Wanda’s head tilts down at Kate as she begs, the smile spreading slowly across her face is mockingly soft. She runs her fingers down the archer’s sweaty face, a single nail scratching a line before digging into the soft spot under her jaw. Forcing her mouth open so the witch can slip her fingers into the young girl’s mouth, “Do you really think you get to cum before Mommy’s perfect Toy? A needy messy pathetic stray getting to cum before them? Doesn’t that just sound so crazy.” Kate’s eyes are foggy oceans orbs trying to focus on the hand fucking into her mouth, her hips are moving erratically now trying to ward off her impending orgasm. 

The whine that falls from your lips makes Kate choke back a sob, the high pitch tone striking a chord in her body. The magic that played along your skin got brighter, and you knew you had Wanda’s full attention when you felt her teeth nip at the sensitive skin along your ribs. “Oh don’t worry my precious little one, Mommy didn’t forget about you. The Stray has to answer to her хозяин if she wants to cum.” A gentle finger under your chin turns your head from where you were staring at Kate, revealing Natasha smirking down at you. 

Ginger hair is braided extrinsically, a few cuts along her face, and the squeal that tears from your throat sounds incredibly too innocent for the desperate movement of your hips. The sultry smirk morphs into a sweet smile as the widow cups your cheek, smoothing some sweaty hair from your face. “Did you miss me Detka?” Her voice is soft and it uncontrollably shatters the coil in your stomach, your body collapsing as the sobs make you shake. The high as you cum is short and isn’t very satisfying, leaning heavily against Wanda. You let your face rub against the damp skin of her neck, trying to find an ounce of comfort before the guilt can really pull you under.

The heavy fog in your mind swirls with confusion and disappointment, heavy tears falling quickly down your face. “Awww, looks like our toy was a little too excited to see me Wands.” Her hand slips between your trembling thighs, swiping a finger through the dripping slick she finds there. The nail digs into your clit, pulling a pained whimper from you. 

Scarlet mist wrapped around your throat tightens, forcing your head back up to meet the fleeting red stained eyes. Even as the emerald returns the sharpness stills makes you flinch, guilt settling in your stomach. “Oh little one, don’t worry.” Her tone is mocking as she slowly ruts up into you, chuckling at the way your cries stutter. “Mommy understands. Your dumb little brain just couldn’t handle the fact that your Daddy is home. I’m feeling generous tonight.” She bounces her foot gently watching as Kate cries again, clinging onto your leg for stability as she struggles to ward off her orgasm. “The only issue now, Detka, is that I want months worth of cum from you.” A devious smirk spreads across her face as she adverts her eyes toward the archer who is crying desperately. The magic that had disappeared is back with a vengeance, vibrating quickly against your clit and wrapping around your torso. You can feel yourself being forced to ride the cock, wet sounds filling the mostly silent room. 

Natasha chuckles as she walks around you, letting her nails scratch along your back as she passes you. The ginger tangles her fingers in dark locks as she nears Kate, yanking her head back to look in her eyes. “Hello my Mutt.” The babbling tumbling from the archer’s thin lips makes the older woman laugh loudly. “Let’s put that mouth to use.” The sound of a zipper makes the young brunette’s mouth water, watching with eager eyes as Natasha’s strap comes into view. 

Impatient mouth surges forward wrapping her lips around the tip causing the widow to moan quietly, Kate’s eyes widening in surprise. “Make your хозяин cum and you’ll be rewarded.” The archer’s mouth widens, as she lets Natasha fuck into her mouth. 

Watching with unfocused eyes, you can’t help the extra whimpers falling from your lips as the Russian stands a few steps away from you. You open your mouth to beg her to come closer but two fingers hook into your mouth, forcing you head to look at Wanda. The intoxicating magic is gone, causing you to glare at her. “You’re very distracted tonight little one. Is Mommy’s cock not good enough for you anymore?” The pout that forms on Wanda’s lips is obviously fake, mocking at you as she looks up at you with devious doe eyes. Her hands rub your hip bones gently, smoothing along the thin skin there. 

You shake your head aggressively, more guilty tears forming in your eyes. Opening your mouth more, trying to speak, but the witch just forces her fingers deeper as she taps the back of your throat. The laugh that follows you gagging is light and incredibly too sweet, “Don’t worry Detka, Mommy will remind you just how good her cock can make your needy little cunt drip.” You were so used to the feeling of her magic aiding you as you fucked yourself on her cock, but as her soft fingers dug into your hips you couldn’t help the whine. 

The coil in your stomach is tight, and your skin is coated in a thin layer of sweat. The force that Wanda was thrusting up into you was throwing Kate off balance, forcing her to gag on Natasha’s cock more than usual. “Look at you, just a bitch in heat. Can’t even hump your Водич’s boot properly.” The witch looks up at the mention of her name, eyes sparkling as she takes note of the widow’s stuttered thrusts. “This stupid bratty mouth good for nothing but choking on my cock.” 

Natasha lets her eyes slip shut, focused solely on her own building orgasm. The vibration of Wanda’s magic running over her torso makes her hips flinch, forcing her cock completely down Kate’s throat.The mist pulls at her hardened nipples, drawing a broken moan from her lips. “Fuck Tasha, putting on a show for me. I love watching all three of my girls fall apart. Is the stray gonna make you cum?” 

The Sokovian’s hands were guiding your hips, making you bounce on her cock. The heat in your body was overwhelming, and the coil in your stomach was taut. You could hear muffled moans of Kate as she kept her own orgasm at bay. You're tangling the fabric of your girlfriend’s leash in your hand, desperately trying to find something to ground you when Natasha’s voice breaks through the fog in your mind. 

Letting your head flop to the side you force your eyes to open, and the sight of the widow makes your empty head flood. The moment your unfocused eyes meet her forest green, a pathetically high pitched “Daddy” falls from your lips. It doesn’t take much more than a single thrust, forcing the entirety of her cock down Kate’s throat, for the Russian to cum with a broken grunt. Her fingers tangle in dark strands as she holds the archer’s head in place, riding her high for as long as possible. 

It doesn’t take long for slight panicked gagging sounds to fill the room, drowning out your moans and whimpers. The ginger rolls her eyes and drags the younger girl off her cock, watching as her hips rut with more purpose against Wanda’s black leather boot. “You think you get to cum without asking, Mutt?” Natasha’s voice is entirely too cocky for the heavy breathing that still wracks her body. 

Before anyone else can say anything, your panicked slurred voice breaks through “C-can I please cum Mommy, can’t stop it p’ase.” Your hips are being forced onto Wanda’s cock, as she ruts up into you with a smirk on her face. Her slim hand wraps around your throat, dragging you into a messy kiss. Teeth clash and she bites roughly into your lip, drawing a drop of blood. 

Each rut up into you makes Wanda’s foot tap, putting pressure on Kate’s overstimulated clit. The witch is humming thoughtfully as she pulls away from you, leaving you breathless as you try to form coherent enough words to beg her to let you cum. “How about you ask your Stray if you’re allowed to cum. If she can focus enough to answer you before she cums, then you’ll be allowed. If she doesn’t, well guess that just means you don’t get to cum for the rest of the night.” Your eyes snap open, staring in shock at Wanda, who looks entirely too casual for the proposition at hand. 

You shift your eyes to look down at Kate, who’s drooling where she’s leaning against the witch’s thigh. She mumbling to Natasha who’s kneeling behind her, hands on her hips to guide her. The heavy fog is obvious in her eyes, blinking slowly as she whines every few seconds. You want to argue, complain that there was no way your girlfriend would be able to give you permission, but Wanda thrusts roughly up into you with a taunting smirk plastered on her face. 

You open and close your mouth a few times with only whimpers leaving your lips, but a loud filthy moan leaves Kate’s mouth when Natasha starts roughly palming her breasts and it pushes you to speak properly. “I- Pups, p-lease please let me cum. Please pups can Mommy make me cum. Wanna cum please pups.” It’s mostly silent for a minute with the only sounds being your mumbled begging and the damp skin smacking together. You’re scared that she can’t hear you, and it makes you whine pathetically. 

The roughness of Wanda’s thrusts don’t change as she starts snickering, mocking you as she realizes that Kate isn’t answering as fast as you would like. The desperate words falling from your mouth begin to slur, almost too much to the point where they can even be understood. You shove your face into the witch’s neck, your words muffled against her damp skin, as you hopelessly try to ward off your orgasm. 

You miss Natasha’s hand tangling in Kate’s hair, pulling it up so her chin is leaning on Wanda’s knee. You miss Kate’s struggling to speak for a few moments, trying to gain some sort of clarity through her fuzzy mind. The first time she gets a word out, her voice breaks and she gets frustrated. The widow behind her snorts at her, forcing her hips to grind down with more purpose. The archer clears her throat, and blinks a few times, “I-It’s Puppy to you.” 

The two older women laugh loudly at the hoarse and weak sounding voice, a hilarious attempt at finding her footing. The pathetic glare shot Wanda’s way makes the witch laugh harder, but she grips the back of your neck and pulls you away from her. You blink heavily at the light that blinds you, and you whine as you try to attach your mouth back onto your Mommy’s neck. She’s rubbing at your clit now as you bounce gently in her lap, the overstimulation and position making your thighs shake viciously. 

You open your mouth to complain to Wanda, to ask her to let you bury your face back into her neck when a sharp bite lands on your ankle. The startled yelp that flies from your mouth makes Natasha chuckle as she watches Kate struggle to gain control of her mind. The ginger leans in to whisper some encouragement into her ear, rubbing her back soothingly. The archer breathes in deeply, the fog in her mind settling into a warm mist. She bites once more at the thin skin at the bottom of your leg, “Better ask quickly Chew Toy, your Puppy is going to get impatient.” The young brunette’s voice comes out firm, except for a bit of waver, and earns her some impressed looks from the two oldest. 

Your mind swirls, flooding with a thick fog, and you are babbling now. Heavy tears forming in your eyes suddenly as you begin to beg Kate, the overstimulation of your body breaking you down quickly. You can hear her humming in thought, every so often it’s broken up by her breath hitching, and each time makes you clench around the cock inside you. 

Wanda rolls her eyes, finding your attempts to ask for permission pathetic and unsatisfying, but as she opens her mouth to tell the group Kate interrupts her. “Go ahead and cum for your Mommy, Chew Toy. Make that messy little cunt drip all over.” The witch is snickering at the archer’s broken attempt at pushing you over the edge, but rubs tight rough circles on your clit to help you anyways. 

You weren’t sure whose moans were louder as you fell over the edge, heat rushing through your body and the fog completely overtaking your entire mind. You fall forward, shaking violently against Wanda. You feel Kate’s head leaning against your leg and her mouth attaching to you as she lazily mouths at the thin skin there, it settles the aggressive feeling in your body. 

The two of you are slumped now, heavily breathing as you try to calm down. Kate moved off of Wanda’s boot, leaning completely on you now as she watches Natasha get up. The widow smiles down at you as she comes into your view, and opens her arms. “C’mere detka.” She lifts you out of Wanda’s lap, making you whimper as she pulls you off of her strap. You weakly reach for the handle of the leash as it slips off your wrist.  

The two of you settle on the couch opposite of Wanda, and you try to curl up into Natasha’s side but she stops you. Pulling you onto her lap, you whine loudly as she slowly pushes you down on her cock. “Da-daddy, please is t’much.” Your voice is slurred as you wiggle around trying to avoid the inevitable.

Natasha shushes you, thrusting up to mercilessly force you the rest of the way onto her strap. “Be quiet toy.You’re gonna keep Daddy’s cock warm while your mutt cleans up the mess you two made.” You’re whining now, wiggling around as you try to get off of the widow’s lap, completely overstimulated. A harsh slap lands on your pussy, sending a jolt of pain through your body and your mind swimming. “Sit still you brat, be a good little toy and watch the show.” 

Kate’s on her hands and knees in between Wanda’s legs now, the witch holding her dark purple leather collar as she speaks to her in a hushed tone. She’s swaying a little, and you grumpily whimper when you see Wanda spit into her mouth. The devious emerald eyes flick to yours, winking teasingly, as she pushes Kate’s head towards the ground. “Don’t get any of that on the floor, Mongrel, or you’ll be cleaning that up too.” Your jaw has already dropped, hips wiggling, as you watch the archer swallow roughly before licking a stripe up the shiny wet leather boot.

Hands wrap around your torso, smooth fingers rubbing teasing circles along your body. “You like watching her, Toy? Like watching your pathetic mutt clean up her mess? Look at her dripping pussy, pretty sure she’s gonna leave another filthy puddle on the floor.” Her lips are against your ear, her voice striking a chord in your stomach. You can tell that Kate heard her words as you watch her visibly shiver, clenching around nothing. “If only you were allowed to clean her up, hmm Detka? I bet you would love that. Getting to be used by your Mutt, letting her fuck your face. Making sure that not a drop of her cum went to waste. Want to get turned into a useless cum bucket?” Her voice is making your head spin, eyes struggling to stay open as you watch your girlfriend mouth up Wanda’s leg finally finishing cleaning her cum off the boot. 

The moment the widow’s finger begins teasingly tapping at your now neglected clit, your vision blurs and the whine that tears through your teeth makes the two oldest in the room laugh. “Such a needy little toy, always thinking the moment is about you. Can your dumb brain think of nothing but your Daddy’s cock?” Through your heavy eyes you watch as Kate lets her tongue run up the underside of the dark scarlet strap attached to Wanda’s hips, her moaning at the taste of your cum shakes you to your core. 

The young brunette takes her time, licking at the soaked cock to savor the taste of you. She looks up at the witch through her lashes, a whimper breaking through the latter’s lips. “You look so pretty like this Stray.” Her fingers run through her hair, heavy rings catching slightly on the sweaty tangled hair. Letting the archer take her time was surprising, but what wasn’t was the force she yanked her head towards the tip. Gripping a fist full of hair, Wanda chuckles darkly as her magic wraps around her collar and begins tightening. “So pretty, but I don’t enjoy a tease Mongrel.” The scarlet around Kate’s throat forces her mouth to take the entirety of the witch’s cock, choking the young Avenger immediately. 

The moan that escapes your mouth as you watch your girlfriend’s throat bulge as it works to take Wanda’s cock is uncontrollable, and you begin babbling. Begging incoherently, but the Sokovian always knows what you want. “Aww does the Little One feel left out? Is your Daddy not filling your holes enough?” The brunette throws a cocky smirk towards the ginger, who just scoffs as she lets her fingers slip into your mouth. The appreciative whimper is muffled as you suck on the digits, your entire weight collapsing against Natasha as you grip her arm tightly. 

The fog in your brain barely lets you hear the bickering between the two, but you do feel the widow laugh beneath you. “Already close little witch? Can’t handle the mutt sucking your cock? Where did your stamina go?” The mocking tone makes you clench around Natasha’s cock, and you can just make out Kate squirming in her spot as well. You try to lean your head up, blurry vision focusing on how Wanda’s grip is just a little too tight and how she’s biting her bottom lip too much. Her hips jerk up aggressively, wildly, as her head lulls to the side. 

Her eyes slowly open, a weak glare sent Natasha’s way, as her breath hitches when the tip of her strap slips farther down the archer’s throat. She’s shoving her hips into Kate’s face now, grinding against her as she chases her own high, not caring about the archer’s ability to breathe. “Shu-ut the fuck up Romanoff. Lasting longer than you did.” The witch’s voice is strong besides the single stutter, and it makes the ginger annoyed. 

Your head is heavy as it leans against Natasha’s shoulder, and you’re finally getting comfy when her hand comes down against your sore puffy cunt. The pained scream echoes throughout the room, louder than the wet choking sounds, and the widow starts rutting up into you. You can’t even keep up with the arousal that spreads through your body, your mind distorted as you just let the ginger use your body. Even though she’s barely moving, the tip of her cock keeps tapping against that soft spot inside you, and she’s now spread your legs so that you’re showing off to Wanda. 

The widow is smirking now, as Wanda’s eyes lock onto how your cunt stretches and your clit is flinching. “Look at your little one Wands, look at how needy she is. Look at how ruined she is. She’s a dripping broken cock slut, and all she wants is your permission to cum. Isn’t that right Toy, you need your Mommy’s permission?” She barely waits for your muddled speech, only sneering at it momentarily. “You wanna cum for your Mommy? Gonna show her just how wrecked you are for her? Show off that pretty little pussy to her. Show her just how much you wanna cum for her.” 

Wanda’s focused now, barely even registering Natasha’s words. The witch would usually laugh at the excessive dirty talk, knowing it only really worked for you, but all of her senses are honed in on your reactions. The sounds of your dripping cunt filthily sucking in the widow’s cock, the whimpers that barely stop, and the way your eyes flit around erratically even though your eyes are screwed shut. Kate is swallowing her cock now, her humming slightly panicked as she struggles to calm down enough to breathe through her nose, and it makes the vibrations travel to the witch’s neglected clit. She lets her eyes drift down, and there’s the archer. Her eyes completely unfocused, tears streaming down her face, and she looks utterly destroyed; and something snaps in Wanda forcing a guttural moan from her lips. It’s the distinctly broken sob of “Mommy” that snaps the entirely too stiff coil in Wanda’s stomach, forcing her over the edge and the heat explodes throughout her body. 

Kate is sleepily leaning against her thigh, eyes still foggy, by the time she calms down from her high. You’re curled up in Natasha's lap, head buried in her neck, sucking lazily at the skin there. The witch lets her hand wave through the air, everyone cleaned up and toys put away immediately, before she can even run her fingers through the archer’s hair. A wisp of red mist traveling through the young girl’s mind as Wanda settles her praise gently throughout her body, watching as she melts into her thigh. 

Natasha is standing now, slowly walking as she carries you towards their room. “Cmon Little Mutt, wanna pick the movie tonight?” Her voice is soft, light with a smile, as she calls over her shoulder. You drag her to cuddle into you, biting her neck when she tries to get up to help Kate into bed. The archer stumbles a bit before face planting into the comforter, dramatically as per usual. 

Barely flinching as your girlfriend curls into the widow’s other side, you can hear the two mumbling to each other. It’s the warm body of Wanda sliding into bed behind you that makes you move for the first time, immediately brightening as you eagerly flip over to press your face into her. The scoff from Natasha as you leave her is normal, and so is the middle finger that the two of you receive. You’re squishing your face against the witch’s chest now, relishing at the softness and the muffled thumping of her heart. Her hand is caressing your head, nails scratching at your neck once in a while. “Settle down Little One, my perfect angel.” You let your head rest on her chest, right above her heart. Her voice is quiet now, speaking softly against your head in Sokovian, as you listen to the proof that she is alive. You feel Natasha and Kate moving around before you’re engulfed with warmth from the other side, and you can hear some weird movie in the background, but your eyes are heavy with sleep. You feel Kate nip your ankle as the weight of her body settles near the end of the bed. The feeling of her mouth whispering that she loves you and Natasha wrapping her arms around both you and Wanda is what finally settles you enough to let the darkness of sleep take you. 

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[kitmoas]

Knight in Shining Collar

Summary: Kate protects what she cares about most

Pairing: WandaNat x reader x Kate

Word Count: 3.6k ish

Warning: weapon use, some headspace play , a bit of foreplay and the beginnings of smut

Let me know if I missed anything

A/N: thank @maximotts for this one 😂 she sent me the inspiration that made me wanna write this

Training Grounds Master List

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Being at S.H.I.E.L.D conventions was always weird to you, having avoided them for years now, but you not only had family involved but also partners. Looking around there was always a wide variety of reactions, some pity while others were disgusted by you, and they always made you want to hide somewhere. Before you can really make your escape an arm is thrown around your neck, and you’re pulled closer to your best friend. Right, you had a Yelena involved with this stupid place too. 

“C’mon Y/N Y/L/N, come sit next to the best agent in the world.” She smirks at you as she leads you over to her table. She lets you sit down, messing up your hair as she mumbles that she’ll be right back. You were preoccupied looking at the menu laid out on the table that you didn’t notice a couple people walking up to the table, but they caught your attention as the group sat down across from you. 

You go to open your mouth but the bigger man holds his hand up, an unimpressed look on his face. “You don’t get to speak. Agent Z is one of the best out there and I can’t believe his fake daughter had the guts to show her face here. Running from the family business is pretty shameful, but then again you must take after your real father; useless and weak.” The group laughs, but you can’t breathe. Your heart stopped the moment the word fake dripped out of his mouth, but the second your father came up your brain short circuited. Angry hot tears well up in your eyes, and you’re trying to be strong and not show them that they got to you but it doesn’t matter. A single tear falls from your eyes when you hear someone clear their throat. 

Whipping your head around you come to see Kate’s plum suit, the buttons open to show off her white shirt and shiny belt buckle. Her hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb immediately wiping away the tear. She looks down at you, eyes softening momentarily as she searches your face. 

You’ve never seen her eyes harden like they do, clear ocean blue turning almost pitch black. “Would you like to explain yourself before I beat your ass?” The group all silence, but you can tell they don’t quite take her seriously. “Love the good answers, see you guys went to a great school. My guess is you don’t recognize me, right?” Her voice is bright and light, but the smile on her face is sarcastic. 

The big guy chuckles nervously, but puts his hand out in an attempt to calm the situation. “Look kid, Y/N gets what she has coming. She knew that coming here. Some new agent like you can’t scare us. We’re veterans.” His confidence is building again, and he starts laughing with his friends. A few joking jabs are thrown between them, but they don’t expect Kate to start laughing. 

“It’s okay, you guys don’t need to recognize me. I get it, I’m new and I did do my hair differently today.” She has a cocky smirk on her face now, staring dangerously at the big guy. “Let me introduce myself then. My name’s Kate Bishop, also known as Hawkeye or should I just drop the Avenger title now so that you dumbasses will understand?” She’s walked away from you by now, walking around the table to stand behind the group. Their heads turn to continue to watch her but by the time she comes to a stop behind the big guy, her smirk has dropped from her face. The man starts sputtering, realizing that he just crossed a line, but it doesn’t matter because seconds later the archer’s fist connects with his face. 

The other agents at the table stand quickly, positioning themselves for a fight. Kate just straightens her tie, buttons her jacket, and smiles brightly at them. Reaching to grab a glass from a passing waiter, she lifts it in a silent cheers. “If you guys want we can fight this one out but I can promise it won’t end well for you, or you can pick your friend up here and walk away.” One of the younger guys opens his mouth up to say something, but the archer just shushes him. “I wouldn’t argue with me, I happen to have a lot of very powerful friends who would back me without a second thought. I also happen to have deadly aim, before you even reach for the gun that you have strapped to your left thigh or the knife that is taped to your lower back,  towards the right, I will have thrown an arrow head straight through your eye.” Sipping at her drink, her eyes twinkle dangerously as she watches them. The group quickly drags away the big guy, and you can’t help but watch in awe as she quickly comes back to your side. 

She kneels down so she’s closer to you, and she scans your face. Her face hardens some when she notices the unshed tears, and she curses under her breath. “I’m sorry princess, I should have gotten Wanda or someone to completely obliterate them. I sh—“ You wrap your arms around her neck and bury your face in her hair, pulling her as close as possible. 

The feeling of her arms wrapping around you makes you giggle, sniffling as the shock and sadness finally starts to disappear. By the time she finally pulls away to question you, your giggles are shaking your body and you can barely breath. The smile she has on her face as she watches you silences you immediately, your heart skipping a beat and your brain turns to mush. “I love you so much Pups. My protective Puppy.” She’s blushing under your attention, a timid smile gracing her face that makes you fall in love even more. 

She looks down at her feet bashfully, playing with the loose fabric on your shirt. “Well I couldn’t let them speak to you like that, no matter the consequences. You don’t deserve it and I will go down punching until everyone agrees. ” You’re smiling down at her, playing with the baby hair on the back of her neck when someone clears their throat. 

You look up to see Steve, standing with his arms crossed and a firm look on his face, looking at the two of you.“Kate, you need to come with me now.” 

Your girlfriend sighs, letting her head fall to your knee. “Yes fossil, I’m coming now.” She nips playfully at your thigh before she stands. Leaning in the two of you share a quick kiss, you mumble something about letting Natasha know so she doesn’t get into too much trouble before you send her to follow the Captain. 

Typing out a quick text to the oldest widow, it’s ironic that the younger one finally comes back. She laughing to herself as she settles into the seat next to you. The blonde as already leaned over to read your text, laughing even louder. “Oh your spit fire girlfriend really did a number on that jackass, but don’t worry as soon as he came to I punched him again. Dumb ass kid thought that the best agent in the organization wouldn’t protect her best friend.” Yelena pulls out a flask, taking a quick drink before offering you a drink. The two of you laughing as you finally relax. 

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Half asleep in a web that Peter made for you, you can barely see the boy hanging upside down through your sleep heavy eyes. The two of you were waiting in the common area of the compound on the rest of the team to come back from a training stimulator. You were just about asleep when the elevator dings and out steps Wanda. Perking up slightly at this, you try to fight through your sleepiness to grab her attention but you notice Vision trailing closely behind her. His presence makes you grumpy so you slump back into the web. 

It’s relatively quiet for a few minutes, the only sound is your mommy pulling out some pots and you can hear a box shake. It sounds like pasta and you wiggle happily because it usually means that she’s making you spaghetti. You can’t quite hear what they are saying but you can feel the annoyance radiating off of the Sokovian as the two begin to have a conversation. A soft whimper comes from the back of your throat and you attempt to sit up in the soft web, but you just sink farther down. Grumpily you rub your eyes, desperately trying to wake up more. 

Before you can get too far in your attempt the elevator dings again, and out storms an angry Kate. Once again the hardened look shocks you, and in your sleepy nature you slide back down into the web; looking over the edge sneakily to watch what would happen. 

Wanda is moving quickly over to Kate, leaving the pasta to boil, in an attempt to calm the girl. “Now is not the time Stray, he’s fine.” The wild look in the young archer’s eyes lets the older woman know that it’s a futile effort, and sighs. “Just…just stay a little quiet. Princess is sleeping over there.” The two glance over at you, where you look like you’re laying down. 

The younger brunette just nods, walking directly up to Vision. She smiling at him, an incredibly mocking curve of her lips. “You really are a dense computer. Not quite updated yet? Daddy didn’t get you the latest software yet?” Her eyes are dark and twinkling as she watches the confusion flood his system. She’s stalking towards him now, forcing him to take steps backwards until he trips and lands on a chair. She stares down at him, smile gone. Her face is dark and lacking her usual brightness, “Listen here toaster boy, she said no to you over four years ago. She has said no to you every single time you even speak to her, so what makes you think that Wanda even wants you to look at her?” 

Kate is staring down at Vision as his mouth opens and closes, her eyebrow arching as she watches him try to phase through the furniture. “Ms. Bishop, I think it would be best if you let Wanda speak for herself. It isn’t like you are anything that is entirely important to her.” The end of his sentence barely makes it out of his mouth when the archer has a knife pulled, the tip leaning against his throat. 

The look in your girlfriend’s eyes scares you some, never having seen her quite like this. She’s twisting the tip now, anger searing through her body. “You try to take advantage of Wanda constantly. Using her grief and her emotions as a way to weasel yourself into her life, but all you are is a hollow body with wires and coding. You can never be something tha-“ The magic that wraps around Kate’s wrist, drawing the knife away from the android's throat, makes the archer stop talking. She takes a deep breath, letting the knife fall from her fingers. “Leave. Now Vision. Don’t let me catch you trying to make another move on Wanda again. It won’t end pretty if you do.” 

She watches as he stumbles his way to the elevator, her body tense until she hears the dings as he moves floors away. Trusting her gut feeling she sags, letting her body fall backwards, to where she collides with Wanda. “C’mon Бродить, let’s get you in that web with toy and you two can cuddle while I finish dinner.” The witch’s arms are wrapped around Kate, leaving gentle kisses in her hair as the two shuffle towards you. The older woman helps your girlfriend into the web, settling her softly, as she whispers some praise to her. 

Your eyes are shut tightly, have been since you realized they were walking towards you. Kate buries her face in your neck, pulling you closer to her. She nips at your neck before sucking gently. “I know you’re awake babygirl.” Her voice is muffled, but it makes you chuckle. You pull her closer and settle with the warmth of her on top of you, a whisper of your love in her hair as you kiss her head. The sounds of Wanda humming and making dinner lulling the two of you to sleep, the archer calming down after her moment of protectiveness. 

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The guilt was dripping from Kate, just as the sweat was from her forehead, as she helped Natasha limp onto the quinjet. The widow wasn’t hurt too badly, but the younger girl couldn’t help but feel as though her injury was her fault. She had run into the middle of a group of men, wanting to save a dog, which caused the ginger to have to save both her and the dog. 

Natasha was carefully watching Kate’s face, worry as she notices the young girl’s tense body. The two settle into their seats, the rescued dog curled up across the room. Steve walks over, hands resting on his belt, with a casual smile. “Ah Romanoff, can’t seem to stay safe on these things anymore—“. The moment that the Captain takes a step within the widow’s personal, the young Avenger is standing in front of the ginger. 

Kate’s face is hardened, her muscles tense and she’s pulled an arrow and a dagger out. The dagger lays on the soldier’s throat and the arrow is close to Kate’s body, ready to stab into him. “Back up Rogers.” Even the injured dog in the corner is now standing, growling lowly at Steve. 

The man chuckles, hands going up to show that he isn’t trying to be threatening, as he backs up slowly. “Okay okay, we’ll let you two calm down from the action of the day.” 

For the next three hours, the team would try to come and talk to the two women but each time Kate would threaten them in some way. Natasha let it happen, thinking it was funny to see the rest of the team get annoyed, but she noticed that even as everyone was leaving the jet the young archer was still pushing people away. 

Dr. Cho rushes up to Natasha, used to seeing the usual strong widow striding out of a mission, but she’s immediately shoved into a wall. Kate’s eyes are black as she stares down at her, an arrow head held tightly against Cho’s jugular. The doctor stares with wide eyes, unsure what to do in this situation as she had never seen the usually bubbly excitable archer so angry. 

The ginger lets her hand fall onto the young girl’s hip, and gently wraps her fingers around the hand tightly holding the arrow head. “Kate, let the big scary doctor go. She just wants to look at my leg and my torso.” The archer’s form wavers and the ginger takes that moment to swipe the arrowhead, and pin the girl to the wall. The Russian looks directly into the almost black unfocused eyes, “Little Mutt, you’re done. Yes?” She’s stroking the back of Kate’s neck now, pulling lightly on the baby hairs she finds there. “Let’s let the doctor look at my injuries and you practice sitting all pretty for me. Be a good mutt for me, pretty girl.” 

The two slowly walk backwards, Natasha keeping her eyes locked with the young archer’s. Kate trips some as the older woman settles on the examination table, but the loud sharp snap makes her drop to her knees immediately. 

A few doctors and nurses come in, all walking swiftly around the room, setting to work to take care of an Avenger. The ginger sees Kate’s jaw tighten so she reaches out, fingers running through the dark hair. “Here, now.” Directing the archer to curl herself around the non-injured leg, she smiles down at her. “There you go my girl, lay your head on my leg just like that.” 

Kate nuzzles into Natasha’s thigh, rubbing her face slightly into the smooth leather. A grumpy whine comes tumbling out of the brunette’s mouth when she notices the ginger flinch at one of the nurse’s movements. The young girl’s movements are slow, reaching for a knife strapped to her thigh. 

A deep throaty chuckle breaks the archer’s lazy anger as the older woman shushes her, shoving a couple fingers into her mouth. Natasha clicks her tongue, prompting Kate to start sucking on her fingers. “Such a good Little Mutt, protecting your хозяин. You’re so strong and so so scary. My guard dog.” 

The name makes Kate’s mind swirl, a fog settling behind her eyes as she pushes herself closer to Natasha’s leg. A heavy hand pushes her head back to lean on her thigh, “My fearless hero, always protecting me and our girls. Your хозяин is so proud of you, proud of you on the Avengers and in your training. You're mine and you constantly continue to break my expectations. My gorgeous little mutt.” 

Kate relished in the attention she was receiving, half asleep barely awake as the rest of the doctors stitched the widow up. The archer is leisurely sucking at the fingers, eyes heavy and unfocused as her entire body leans against the ginger. She’s mumbling some, once in a while, around the digits in her mouth anytime her heavy eyes catch sight of some shoes. 

Natasha shushes her every time, a small smile spreading across her face with each grumpy mumble. The ginger nods her thanks as the medical professionals take their leave, making sure that the young girl has enough silence to fully fall asleep. 

That’s where Wanda and you find them hours later, Natasha playing on her phone with Kate wrapped around her legs passed out. You skip over happily to the widow, giving her a quick kiss as you wrap your arms around her neck. “Hi, Daddy. Are you okay? Mommy said that you’re okay, but I think I should still get to play doctor later tonight.” The mischievous smile that spreads across your face makes her snicker, rolling her eyes teasingly. 

The Sokovian is kneeling down now, whispering in the younger brunette’s ear to wake her up. Gentle praise is the first thing Kate hears as she wakes up, stretching as she tries to loosen her tense tight muscles. The moment that she fully pulls away from Natasha’s leg, you’re on her. Pouncing on top of her, giggles erupting as the two of you fall backwards. “We have scary dog privileges now!” Rolling around together, Wanda takes her spot on Natasha’s lap. 

You end up straddling Kate’s lap as she holds you, nipping at your neck. Voice cracking as you whimper out, “Puppy, please.” She forces your hips down, letting you grind against her. 

Natasha and Wanda let their hands rubbing against you two as they near you, smirking at the needy way you roll your hips looking for pressure. “I think it’s time that we get your Stray to bed, don’t ya Little One? Let her play with you, a reward for her being so good.” 

The two watch as Kate’s hands slip under your shirt, letting her nails drag down your back. Her mouth harshly sucking marks into your neck before biting at your pulse point. “My needy little chew toy wants Puppy to make sure everyone knows who owns her?” The vigorous nod makes her chuckle, breathless against your neck. Standing as she lets you fall out of her lap, the three stare down at you. “Don’t worry you pathetic chew toy, you’re gonna get to make all the noise you want tonight. Off to your owner's room, now.” The arousal that takes over your body is intense, flooding your system, as you scamper away. 

The three of your partners share a look before Natasha wraps her hand around Kate’s neck. “Better chase after her Little Mutt, find your collar and leash.” The widow tightens her hold on her throat as she pulls her in for a rough kiss. As she lets her go, she points at the ground beaming with pride when Kate automatically begins to crawl towards their room. 

Wanda pulls at Natasha hips, letting her head fall on her shoulder. “We did pretty good for ourselves, didn’t we Tash?” There is a subtle smile in her voice as the witch nuzzles her face into her shirt. 

The widow kisses the younger woman’s head as she starts slowly walking towards the two towards their room, a smile plastered on her face. “Yea I think we really did well, but you know Little Witch without you none of this would have happened. You, my love, are the best type of instigator.” The two chuckle fondly as they finally enter their room, catching sight of you holding Kate’s leash as you kneel before her on the bed. The archer smirks down at you, looking over when she hears the other two enter. 

“Shall we begin, Stray?” 

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[kitmoas]

When reader is sleepy but needy, would nay ever let reader grind against her thigh while both of them laying down and wanda is sleeping?

I love this, sooo enjoy this ...drabble..? (it's a little long but whatever)

**Minors DNI** **18+**

Your eyes snap open and your head rolls around lazily, looking at the sleeping women around you. Kate is curled up at the end of the bed, Wanda sprawled out as per usual, and Natasha is curled up next to you. The quiet snores of Kate blend well with the hum of the air conditioner, and you can see Wanda’s eyebrows twitching as she dreams. The ginger directly next to you is completely still as usual, but you can see the steady rise and fall of her chest and it makes you smile.

Not quite sure if it was a dream you had or left over feelings from earlier that night, but the slick dripping down your thighs wasn’t something you could ignore. The heat in your body was rising and you struggled to slip out from under the covers. Flopping around a little once you finally free yourself, you aren’t aware of the sleepy eyes now on you allowing a low frustrated whine to escape.

You let your nails scratch at your thigh, thinking about maybe just taking a little bit of the edge off. A quiet throat clearing catches your attention and your eyes trail over the others, checking that they are still asleep, before your gaze falls to a barely awake Natasha.

“Is the poor toy still needy? Even after three people fucked her until she was crying?” The raspy teasing tone to the widow’s voice sends shivers down your body, and you can’t help but moan. You watch as she pushes down the blanket, letting her legs fall open some before patting her thigh. “Let’s go pretty girl.” She sounds exhausted, but there’s a tinge of excitement in her voice that urges you to climb onto her leg.

The sharp hiss that escapes through your teeth makes her shush you, but you start losing your self control feeling her toned thigh against your dripping center. She’s gently tugging your hair back, forcing your eyes to meet hers. Her body is moving, rising to lean against the headboard and to angle her thigh just right. She holds your gaze as her right hand guides your hips, pushing you to grind down with more purpose but slowly.

The fingers tangled in your hair pull at small knots as they make their way to your mouth, shoving past your lips once free from the crazy strands. Your body’s reaction is to suck on the digits but Nat has other ideas as she slowly fucks your mouth, touching the back of your throat randomly to throw you off. The drool that is dripping down your chin makes a mess, but it’s nothing compared to the wetness running down the thigh in between your own.

“You’re so pretty like this, making a mess for Daddy. Grinding your needy little cunt on my thigh, making the clean sheets all dirty.” Your eyes are fluttering now, struggling to keep eye contact with the lust blown forest green eyes. Your hips were rutting against her thigh rapidly, a stark contrast against the fingers leisurely thrusting into your mouth.

You weren’t sure when the coil in your stomach became taut, and you weren’t sure when she had begun dangling you over the edge but here you were. Not sure how loud you were being, you were glad for the fingers in your mouth muffling your breathy moans and high pitched whimpers. Forcing your eyes to stay open as your hips stutter, you try to beg your usually soft Daddy to cum but your thoughts are interrupted by a sleepy chuckle.

The fingers in your mouth slip out, wiping the string of drool that follows on your chest, as you turn your head. Wanda and Kate are watching you, eyes heavy with sleep but watching you intently. The archer’s head was now laying on the older woman’s stomach, her body between her legs. The witch’s tired eyes twinkle as you see her lazily wave a hand in the air, a slow mocking snicker falling from her lips again. “Come on little one, ask Daddy what you want.”

You open your mouth, a string of incoherent begs falling from your lips. Hips chaotically moving as you struggle to catch your breath, the panicked look on your face makes Wanda laugh. Before she can tell you to use your words though, Natasha speaks up as she wraps a hand around your throat. “Go ahead and be a good little pet, cum for Daddy.”

The heat in your stomach is overwhelming as you fall over the edge, body collapsing against the older woman’s. Your moans fill the room as your body shakes, the thin layer of sweat covering your torso rubbing against Natasha’s skin. Your moans vibrate against the Russian’s body as she lets you ride your high for as long as possible.

You’re being rolled off of the soaked thigh and onto your back as you try to catch your breath, Kate leaning over you and peppering your face with light kisses. Wanda’s chuckling sleepily at the two of you, as her nails trail up and down your side.

Natasha is slipping back into bed, a wet cloth startling some you as she cleans you up as best as she can. Instructions muttered to the young archer prompts her to bring the bottle of water brought into the room to your lips, as Wanda magically changes the sheets once more. The system is so well worked now, and it makes you feel calm and safe. The four of you finally settle back into bed, Wanda wrapped around Kate’s back as the archer curls around your body, arms pulling you flush against her torso. Natasha is watching you with sleepy eyes as she rubs her thumb against her cheek, making sure you fall asleep to the Sokovian’s quiet humming that fills the room.

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[kitmoas]

Flood Gate

Summary: Kate has control issues

Pairing: Kate x Reader x WandaNat

Genre: Smut

Word Count: 4kish

Warnings: Piss Kink, Semi-Public Sex (in front of consenting Avengers/Agents), degradation and humiliations

*As usual let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: Wellll I finally caved and wrote it lol If you know me and see this, no you don't ahaha Hopefully for those that wanted it, this was worth the wait *cough cough, looking at you @caroldantops **

Training Grounds Master List

***MINORS DNI******18+ ONLY***

Your eyes are glued to the bouncing knee in front of you, teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you try your hardest to not lean forward and bite into the sensitive flesh there. The hard concrete floor you’re kneeling on has caused your legs to go tingly, the muscles shaking to try and keep the perfect form during the longest meeting to ever exist. The fog in your mind was immensely strong when you first went into the room, Kate had you bent over her lap before anyone else even stepped foot inside, but even the warmth on your backside was disappearing. A quiet whine leaves your throat as you faintly hear Steve say he has another slide show to go through. 

Kate raises an eyebrow at you, watching you struggle to keep your position, as she reaches for another cup of water. This meeting was entirely different from any of the Young Avenger meetings where she and Peter were in charge, and while she was honored to have finally been asked to join she was bored. Her original nerves had finally worn off, and now she was just drinking every cup of liquid she could reach so that she didn’t groan out loud. The archer looks around even more bored as she’s the only fun one in the meeting, even Bucky is paying attention. 

Huffing out, she chugs one more glass of water before turning her focus to you. She watches with a gleam in her eyes as you squirm some in your spot. Shuffling about on your knees as you try not to break your position, she tilts her head before snapping her fingers quickly. She snickers at how excited you are when your head snaps up to look at her, tapping her thigh. 

You crawl around, slipping in between her thighs, letting your nose rub against the thin fabric of her leggings. Looking up at her with wide eyes, she smiles down at you. Her hand is running through your hair, a mumbled “Good Chew Toy” makes the warm fuzzy feeling settle in your mind. Sitting comfortably now as you lean your head to stare up at Kate’s face, as she is forced to pay attention, gives you time to get actually bored. You’re rocking in your spot, trying to not let your mind wander, but just like Wanda always says “A bored little toy is a bratty toy”. A mischievous smile spreads across your face as you let your mouth kiss gently at her thighs, wiggling in your spot when they tense under the attention you’re giving them. 

You had to be smart, subtle, as you made your way slowly up her thigh. Mouthing gently, a quick nip any time you thought she seemed to get too fidgety. Trying to not get too excited as you get closer to her covered center, you just barely nudge your nose there. A smug smirk tugs at your lips when you catch her sucking her breath through her teeth, a sharp flick to your nose does nothing to deter you from your spot.  

Letting the archer start taking notes, you drag your mouth up her thigh again before trying to suck at her covered clit. Kate’s hips jerk up and her hand tangles in your hair, yanking your head back as she glares down at you. The cheeky grin on your face says enough for her, and you can’t help the giggle that falls from your lips when she rolls her eyes at you. She’s tugging at the waistband of her leggings, speaking to you sharply but quiet enough that only Bruce looks over. “If you’re going to be a little brat, you’ll put that mouth to good use.” You can see the scientist’s face flush in embarrassment as he looks away, and it makes a rush of arousal wash over you. 

Bouncing some in your spot you try your hardest to wait patiently as your girlfriend tugs her pants down, but you can practically smell her arousal from here and you just want to be put to good use. Finally settling with her pants hanging off of one ankle, Kate drags your face back in between her thighs. “Get to work slut.” She speaks through gritted teeth as you immediately lick a stripe up through her wet folds, sucking her clit into your mouth as you look up at her. She ignores the haughty grin Tony shoots her as she bites into her bottom lips, grinding down as she uses your face. 

Scoffing reaches your ears as you realize that Steve has stopped speaking, most likely because everyone’s attention has shifted. Your entire focus is on your girlfriend though, as you teasingly lick through her folds, lapping at the dripping wetness there, moaning at the taste. The grip in your hair tightens and she pulls you flush against her, “Don’t fucking tease, you’re nothing but a mouth for me to use. Stop acting like you’re in control here.” 

The whimper that escapes your mouth is accidental but when it pulls a guttural moan from the archer, you can’t help but want more. Humming comes second nature, Wanda had always enjoyed it, and when Kate’s hips jerk almost uncontrollably you squirm happily. The broken praise falling from her lips is spilling thick fog into your brain, and you’re struggling to keep up with the frantic movements. 

Kate’s eyes snap open when she hears a chair creak, the other Avengers’ eyes are mostly averted except for a few. The archer tries to focus on how nice it feels to see the pride on a few of their faces, mostly just the ones that know her struggle to learn how to become more dominant, but the pressure on her bladder randomly starts to become too much as she nears her orgasm. She watches as your eyes glaze over with each grunted praise, “Such a good little whore, letting your puppy fuck your face.” It’s the moment that you wrap your arms around her hips, hands falling on her stomach as usual, that she starts to lose control. 

She’s pushing at your head now, words getting stuck in her throat, but she needs to move. She needs you to get off of her so she can leave, but the fog in your mind is so thick that you just up your game. “I- fuck, fuck, I-” The stammering comes out pained, but as soon as the flood gate opens Kate relaxes some into the chair; focused too much on the the intense feeling of euphoria as she empties her bladder. 

You don’t even second guess, happily wiggling around as you try your hardest to not let a single drop fall to the floor below you. It takes a few minutes for Kate to fully finish peeing, but by the end of it you’re lapping slowly at her wet cunt with your head resting against her thigh. Humming giddily to yourself, you look up at your archer when she straightens in her chair. Her ocean blue eyes are completely blown out, dark navy orbs filled with lust as she lets her thumb catch a single drop of liquid on your chin before shoving it past your lips. The moan she lets out is filthy as she watches you suck on her thumb, cleaning it off. “You are such a dirty little whore, taking whatever I give you with a smile on your face.” 

Whining you start pushing closer to your cunt, licking at it as you try to get closer. “Please Puppy, please, just wanna make you cum.” You’re sucking her clit into your mouth now, pleading eyes looking up at Kate as she grinds down into your mouth. You can feel yourself dripping through the flimsy thong that you were dressed in, your hard nipples pressed against the thin flowy shirt that your girlfriend picked out for you. Hips humping the air as you try to find relief to the burning between your thighs. 

The fingers in your hair tighten as she yanks, a pained whimper falling from your mouth. “Tongue out now.” Kate lets her thigh tighten around your head, cutting off the sound to the rest of the room so all you can hear is your own blood rushing through your ears. She’s grinding down aggressively against your tongue, fucking herself with your mouth. “Gonna make you drink my cum, just like you drank my piss.” Her hips are bucking now, the force moving your body off balance. The way she moves, the way she sounds, you can tell she’s close and you moan your appreciation. The vibrations force Kate over the edge, dragging her through her orgasm as her head slams back. 

You lap up every drop of cum, making sure to not let any of it go to waste. When she finally calms down enough, she lets you go and smirks down at you. Your face is covered in cum, shiny and wet, and the smile on your face is entirely too innocent as your unfocused eyes stare up at her. “Why don’t you say thank you to the group, baby girl.” Her voice is soft, but firm, as she lets her fingers trail in the cum on your chin. She watches you with pride in her eyes as you shyly say thank you to the room. “C’mon princess, let’s clean you up.”——————————————————————

The bright red blush along Kate’s cheeks and neck make you smile, settling your head on her stomach as you rub her collarbone. Natasha is walking around as she gets dressed after her shower, and you glance over at Wanda who’s leaning against the bed post with a smirk on her face. 

The witch is tossing a small ball of her magic between her hands as she watches you two, “Aww c’mon stray, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about. Except for maybe your lack of control, now if Natasha would let me that issue wouldn’t exist.” The pointedly tone made the widow scoff as she slid onto the bed, pinching the younger girl’s leg as she passed her. 

“Well excuse me, Mommy, not everyone can be as strict as you.” The ginger is rolling her eyes as she rubs your cheek, “Maybe I want a wild card to counter balance our angel princess here.” She winks at you, making a faint blush rise up your neck as you hide your face in Kate’s stomach. “Besides, now that we know the Mutt’s new kink we’re definitely going to play around with it.” 

Kate’s mouth drops, almost in protest, before she notices Wanda’s head tilts. Natasha chuckles at the interaction, and just pets the archer’s head. 

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Your eyes light up when you see the quinjet land, and you watch as the entire team files out. Curiously you watch as Kate basically runs circles around Natasha and Wanda, the girl rambling as per usual only taking breaks to chug gatorade out of a huge bottle. It’s your favorite witch who sees you first, nodding her head to come to her which you immediately start running towards her. Weaving in and out of the agents and other Avengers, you end up wrapping up in her arms. “Well Little One, we have a debrief meeting if you would like to be Mommy’s good little princess and sit on her lap?” Her question is rhetorical as she’s already leading the three of you to the conference room. 

The rest of the Avengers and a few high level agents all fill the room, none blinking an eye at the fact that you’re curled up in Wanda’s lap with your face rubbing against the smooth leather of her suit. She’s leaving soft kisses on your head as the two of you whisper about your day and the mission. At the last second Bucky slips into the room, looking for a seat, and sighs when he realizes that there aren’t any seats. You watch as Natasha shoves Kate out of her seat, pointing at her feet, while she offers the seat to the man. You like the soldier, he was soft and nice; letting you curl up to his arm when you felt sick or wanted to nom on something. He smiles at you, holding his metal arm out to you. Wanda watches with warm eyes as you gnaw on it for a moment before Tony and Steve both clear their throats to start the meeting. 

With the two of them talking, and having random people speak about their time during the fight, the meeting has already been going on for over four hours now. You had taken a small nap, lured to sleep by the warmth of Wanda and her heartbeat, but now you were wide awake alternating between biting her neck or sucking on her fingers. Gently gnawing at two of the witch’s fingers you let your eyes scan the room, landing on your girlfriend who was aggressively squirming around in her spot on the floor. Your attention draws Wanda’s who just snickers before kicking Natasha’s chair, nodding towards the struggling archer. 

The widow sighs and puts her pen down, she’s leaning down now so she’s on the same level with the archer. Her voice is just loud enough for the four of you to hear, “Why are you wiggling around so much mutt?” The mocking tone lets you know that she already knows but wants to hear the young brunette say it herself. When the other girl stays quiet, you watch the assassin roll her eyes. “Let’s go, bitch, speak.” 

A pathetic whimper leaves the archer’s lips, catching the attention of Bucky who just chuckles. Kate’s voice is strained as she grits her teeth, “I wish you woulda let me use the restroom before this meeting, I gotta pee so badly Ma’am.” She’s rocking now, eyes scrunched closed as she tries to focus completely on controlling her bladder. 

Wanda’s quiet laughter shakes you as she slips her fingers from your mouth, wrapping her arms around you to stabilize you. Natasha leans in, rubbing the archer’s stomach soothingly, an entirely too innocent smile on her face. “It’s хозяин to you dumb mutt.” The hand on Kate’s stomach presses down, a mischievous smirk replacing the smile on the widow’s face as she listens to the panicked whines. “Don’t be rude, you can’t walk out now. You’ll have to speak soon enough.” 

Ocean blue eyes widen, looking up in alarm, as she stumbles over her words. “But- I.. please p’ease let me go use the restroom. I promise I’ll be quick.” Your girlfriend’s voice slurs a little as she tries to lean heavily into Natasha. 

A flash of scarlet settles a fabric sheet on the floor in the open spot next to the long team table, and the widow nods over to it. “Well Mutt, if you really can’t hold it, why don’t we start your house training now.” The smirk in her voice makes you perk up, interested in where this is going. Kate’s face is bright red now, watching with cautious eyes as the rest of the team looks over at her. 

Thankful that Steve decides to continue to talk, even though everyone is distracted, the archer squirms more. “I–” The young brunette’s voice cuts off as she has to stop to hold her breath, trying to make sure she doesn’t have an accident. A stream of magic flows from the hand next to you, wrapping around Kate’s torso and slowly adding pressure along her very full bladder. 

“If you piss in your pants, Mutt, you won’t be very happy with the consequences. I would think very carefully about that pad over there.” The ginger’s voice is calm, stern, and you can see the effect it has on your girlfriend immediately. “You know you need to go, you know you want to be a good mutt.” You watch with wide eyes as Natasha tugs at Kate’s pants, an urging look on her face.

Ankles crossed as the widow almost fully takes her pants off, it’s Wanda's accent heavy voice that breaks the archer’s resolve. “Be my good little stray, use your pad.”

You watch with a giggle as your girlfriend scrambles, panic evident in her actions, as she makes her way over to the overly small pee pad. Her entire body is flush with embarrassment as she realizes most of the team is now watching her curiously, but she can’t stop the heavy stream of pee as the crimson mist presses against her stomach. She’s biting her bottom lip, staring off at the ground, but you can see the way her chest rises slowly. Natasha just barely brushes her knuckles against the archer’s cheek and a breathy moan escapes the young girl’s lips, making the three of you to smirk knowingly. “Bet that feels so good, doesn’t it? Such a messy mutt for your хозяин. Look at that, you had so much in you. You’re leaking all over the floor now.” The ginger’s voice is so soft, quiet and oh so mocking, as she watches the puddle start to form around the puppy pad. 

Wanda is waving her hand subtly now, signaling for Tony to ask Kate the questions that he wanted to ask the archer. The inventor chuckles, well versed in the two older women’s ways, as he clears his throat to get everyone’s attention. “I think it’s now time to hear from one of our youngest Avengers. She’s incredibly talented and has a bright future here, as well as leading the Young Avengers. Kate Bishop took a leading position during this mission, her first true retrieval mission. Can you explain a little bit about how that experience felt for you, Little Hawk?” 

You and Tony share a small chuckle as he nods at you, before you turn your attention to your girlfriend. She’s bright red, stuttering as she tries to rack her brain for an answer. She’s kneeling next to the pad now, fingers pulling at her holster hanging around her shoulders. You almost feel sorry for her, but then you notice her thighs rubbing together and how her breathing is labored. The more eyes that land on the young ceo just causes her to shudder, a weakly suppressed whimper escaping her tightly closed mouth. 

It takes minutes of Kate struggling for Wanda to seemingly take mercy, clearing her throat to get all the attention onto her. You whine at the attention but the witch just shushes you and shoves your face into her neck. “I would like to formally apologize for…Bishop. Natasha won’t let me train her, so she’s quite sloppy. You know how it is with strays, not all of them come house broken.” She’s snickering now, kicking her feet up to lean them against Bucky’s thigh. The man just rolls his eyes, used to the treatment by this point. “You know, Tony, I know you love a clean conference room so don’t worry. The mess will be cleaned, she will be cleaning it. All pets have to learn somehow.” Wanda ends her taunting with a grunt, hissing lightly when you bite a little too roughly on her pulsepoint. 

Steve chuckles awkwardly as he struggles to look at Kate, clapping his hands to regain the attention of the room. The widow stares down at the archer, smirking as she watches her squirm as she tries to contain herself. Leaning back down Natasha whistles softly, smiling gently as she watches the brunette crawl over to her. She pulls the young girl into a slow kiss, chuckling a bit against her lips when a whine falls from her lips. “You heard your Водич, get to cleaning.” Her words are mumbled, but firm. She watches as the younger girl starts to stand on shaky legs, attempting to go and get cleaning supplies, but the ginger just rolls her eyes shoving Kate back to the ground. “Nuh uh, your mouth will do just fine Mutt.” 

Giggles are flying out of your mouth before you can stop them as you see your girlfriend’s wide eyes, her jaw dropping in surprise. You shove your face in Wanda’s chest as you try to control yourself, even though you can feel her laughter rumbling through her body. You feel cold metal against your shin, tapping to gain your attention, and when you look at the man he points at Kate with a knowing smirk. 

You aren’t even sure what the noise that falls from your lips is but you can’t help it as you stare at Kate on her hands and knees, licking slowly at the spreading puddle. You’re squirming in Wanda’s lap, the sudden intense wave of arousal surprising you as you watch your girlfriend clean up her mess. Flinching when you feel lips against your ear, “You like the show Little One?” She chuckles at your slowed nod, feeling your body begin to go slack. “Mmhmm watching your filthy mongrel clean up her mess in front of the entire team. Bet you're just soaking through her panties, aren’t you. Tell her, Toy, tell her how much you like seeing her on her hands and knees; being a good little mutt and licking up her mess” Her leg slips between your thighs, smirking as she feels your wetness through the pants of her suit. 

A high pitched “Pup” tears through your teeth and makes Kate choke on the last gulp of her mess. The ginger rolls her eyes, as she stands noticing that it’s just Steve and Bucky whispering at the front of the room now. “Off to our wing Mutt, take the pad with you.” Natasha is rolling the soaked fabric into a ball, slipping it into a random grocery bag that came from nowhere. Letting the archer grip the handles in her mouth, she watches with twinkling eyes as she crawls out of the room without any more prompting. 

Your hips are grinding down on Wanda’s thigh without restraint now, whimpers only muffled by your bottom lip trapped between your teeth. Natasha grips your chin in your hand, “Such a needy pathetic little toy, bet you think you’re going to cum on your Mommy’s thigh right here. Cute, but your dumb tiny brain won’t be getting anything tonight. Instead you get to play with your mutt, we’re going to work on her control tonight. Isn’t that right, Mommy?” Wanda hums in agreement, urging you off her lap against your whiny protest. A quick but harsh slap against the back of your thigh shuts you up quickly and Natasha pushes you out the door. “Go find your little bitch, you can pick out her collar for the night princess.”  -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Kate is rolling around on the bed, mumbling in her sleep, as Wanda watches her from the head of the bed. Light wisps of magic surround the younger brunette’s head as the Sokovian watches her dreams like a movie, a soft smile adorns her face. She doesn’t look up when Natasha walks into the room, carrying you like a koala. “The stray had a lot of fun today.” Her voice is soft, a sense of pride obvious. 

Natasha chuckles as she struggles to get you to let her go, half asleep and clingy. “C’mon my девочка, go cuddle with Mommy.” The moment Wanda is mentioned you drop onto the bed, rolling until you face plant into her side. A flabbergasted look spreads across the widow's face as she watches you so easily settle down for bed. 

Wanda just smirks victoriously as she slightly whistles at Kate’s sleeping form, arrogantly looking at Natasha as the archer curls around her legs. “Don’t think too hard Natsy, just know I am magical.” There’s a light teasing in her voice as she reaches out towards her girlfriend. “Now come cuddle me, my love.” 

The pouting assassin crawls into bed, shoving her face into the witch’s neck with a grumble. “You cheat, that’s how you win. You cheat.” A chuckle and a soft forehead kiss is all the answer she receives as the four of you settle into a warm silence, sleep just around the corner for you all. 

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[kitmoas]

WandaNat making kate suck their strap like "get it nice and wet for us" and Kate thinks it's because it'll be used on her as a reward but instead they fuck R with it while taunting kate about how she can't do it half as good ❤️

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+*** Training Grounds Universe

Warnings: SMUT. degradation, weapons/magic

A/N: Here’s part 2 for the continuation of this drabble ☺️

You watched with hungry eyes as Wanda stalked closer to Kate who kneels on the floor, violet collar snug around her throat. Your back leaning heavily against Natasha’s front as she has you spread out between her legs, teasing your body. She was whispering into your ear, but your brain could barely focus on what she was saying as you watched the witch circle your girlfriend.

Your gaze stuck on the glimmering rings wrapped around the witch's fingers as she pulled her strap out, a mockingly tender hand running through the younger woman's hair. "Get it nice and wet for me, Stray." Her tone is dripping with sweetness. The moment Kate's mouth drops open Wanda's length forces its way past her lips. Wanda's cooing at the archer is a stark contrast to the violent thrusts gagging her, causing drool to drip down her chin and puddle onto the floor.

Tears are leaking from the young ocean blue eyes as the tip of Wanda's length taps the back of her throat over and over again. "Such a messy little Mongrel." The Sokovian snickers at the pathetic whine escaping the archer's mouth as the soaked cock slips from her lips. "Shush now, get on the bed."

The excitement is obvious on Kate's face as she clambers on the California king bed, silently hoping this means that the older woman has forgotten about the punishment that was intended to happen tonight. She kneels next to you, fidgeting to not reach out to touch you, a predatory gaze washes over her face as she scans your body. Natasha picks this moment to roughly thumb at your neglected clit drawing a filthy moan from your throat, smirking up at Kate as she drools over you.

You are completely memorized as you watch Wanda slowly walk towards the bed, basically looking like she’s gliding across ice. Gulping as she climbs onto the bed, looking down at you with an arrogant smile across her face, she kneels in between your legs. The tip of the dark red strap runs through your soaked folds, and there’s dual gasps that fill the air. The two older women are laughing and scarlet mist falls from the witch’s fingers as she lets her magic wrap around Kate, the latter with blatant confusion all over her face. Dramatic betrayal runs through her mind when she realizes what her punishment is going to be.

Wanda’s length fills you entirely as her hips surge forward, her hand comes down to wrap around your throat squeezing tightly. Her eyes are glowing bright red as she keeps the archer trapped to the bed. She’s ignoring Kate’s whines and complaints as she watches your cunt stretch and drip around her cock, refusing to let her scarlet eyes meet your desperate ones.

Natasha’s right hand is gripping your breast, nails digging painfully into the tender skin, while her other hand is teasing at your hardened clit. “Look at you being such a good slutty toy for Mommy, your tight little pussy stretched so far by her big cock.” You can hear the smirk in her voice but you’re struggling to keep your eyes open as your head fills with a warm haze the longer you have the older women playing with your body. “Such a messy dumb cock slut, dripping all over. Can’t even focus on anything other than Mommy fucking you”

The witch above you shifts her hips, dragging your legs to wrap around her waist, and it makes her tip hit that soft spot in you. An absolutely feral moan falls from your lips as your hands frantically grasp at the sheets, suddenly hanging by a thread over the edge. The distressed motions draw a particularly loud whine from Kate’s mouth, eyes entirely blown out as kneels just out of reach. The widow you’re leaning on says something, mocking and cocky, but Wanda scratches her nails down your torso at the same time and your vision blurs.

Slim fingers leave your clit and the pathetic whimpering that leaves your lips is immediate, but Natasha shushes you. “Be a good toy and shut the fuck up.” Her fingers roughly hook into your mouth, clashing against your teeth. Shaking and sloppy calloused fingers rubbing across your clit makes your hips jerk up, Wanda snickering at your sensitivity when Kate is given the opportunity to touch you.

Moans are still falling loudly from your mouth drowning out the sounds of your wetness, and it makes the ginger mad. She pulls a small dagger out from her leggings waistband, the sharp tip coming to sit at the center of Kate’s collarbones. Angry and harsh words are thrown towards your girlfriend but the magic that replaces her fingers vibrates around your clit makes your brain melt as you babble out, begging to cum. Wanda’s voice echoes through your mind as she gives you permission silently, letting Natasha verbally take control of the stray.

Scarlet fills your brain, the smog too dense and it empties all thoughts, as you’re shoved over the edge and your body trembles through your orgasm. Wanda is rutting into you gently, keeping your mind fuzzy as you come down from your high. You can hear her speaking to the archer but you can’t decipher what is being said. The world is still foggy, but you’re being cradled by Kate as the older two women get up.

A whimper leaves your mouth, “..Puppy..?”. Your girlfriend shushes you some, bringing your face to her neck as she hums lightly to you. The archer’s hands are rubbing your back, and you are lazily mouthing at her collar. Her humming turns to soft singing, rocking you slightly, and your mouthing gets slower and more sleepy. You weren’t certain but as you slipped into slumber you thought you heard Wanda and Natasha return as well. You were sure they slipped into bed as usual though, they never didn’t.

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[kitmoas]

Let the Games Begin

Summary: The beginning of it all

Paring: WandaNat x Reader (Yelena Belova x Natasha Romanoff *sister relationship goes hard*)

Genre: ...i dont know? can I just say TGU building?

Word Count: ...4kish..

Warnings: Petnames and light headspace playing

A/N: We don't talk about how long this is. We don't talk about the fact that this is technically a drabble. We don't talk about it.

Training Grounds Master list

**This isn't smut BUT MINORS DNI** **18+ ONLY**

You were lounging on the couch with your little brother, Carson, waiting for your parents and older brother to come home. They were doing a recovery mission today, and you were home from college for summer break. You were really close with Cars, bonding over the fact that you both didn’t want to follow your parents into their field. Every time you came home you would get an outrageously large and unhealthy array of snacks to eat way too quickly as you played video games until you passed out. It was a tried and true routine with him, the familiarity made you feel like home.

What you weren’t expecting was a pounding on the front door, nor did you expect your best friend to be dragging two older women by the arms. “Uh..hi El? What are you doing here? Who are they?” She’s barging in, against the wishes of the ginger behind her, before you can really fully open the door.

The blonde drops the other two’s hands when they are fully in the building and walks directly past the living room, yelling a greeting to Carson, before making her way to the kitchen. You can’t help but you catch yourself staring at the two women standing in your foyer, your breath hitching in your throat when you realize who it is.

When your parents first brought you to their work you had visited a safe house, some place for powered humans, and you had seen these two briefly. The now Avengers, the only two females of the group that most of your peers fan-girled over, stood in your house looking unimpressed. The ginger was smirking in your direction, and while you never got to meet her directly, the smirk is a dead give away that she is your best friend’s older sister. The brunette stands rigid next to the ginger, glancing around with a slightly disgusted look on her face. Her attention finally lands completely on you, and surprisingly she’s the first one to move towards you. “Well hello, I apologize for crashing your party.” The judgment was obvious as she looked at the array of junk food and alcohol, an eyebrow raising in your direction. “She didn’t tell us she was bringing us to your home nor did she tell us that you were…busy indulging.”

Her movements are calculated and tense as she walks closer to you, almost like she’s stalking prey. She goes to say something but a hand on her arm stops her, Natasha a step behind pointing to her younger sister who is walking back in with a bowl of food. “Why are you two still just standing there? This is Y/N, I’ve told you about her. This is her little brother Carson. Her parents are S.H.I.E.L.D agents with me. They won’t be mad about this.” The blonde’s voice is muffled as she shuffles food into her mouth, and it makes you giggle.

Moving towards her, you swipe her spoon and take a bite. “You’ll have to deal with the rents when they get home, pretty sure mom was saving that for something.” The two of you collapse on the couch on either side of Carson, and it suddenly hits you that you technically have guests. You glance at the two women, only to notice them both staring directly at you. “Uh I- would you guys like anything to eat? Y-you can take a seat, and uh-” Looking around you cringe remembering the look of judgment the brunette gave your mountain of junk food. “I can get you..something from the kitchen if you don’t want any of this.”

Yelena just laughs at your nervousness, “Oh Y/N Y/L/N, they can fend for themselves. They just need to lay low for a little. Your family has some of the best safety in the history of the organization. The angry looking one is Wanda and the fire head is Natasha.”

The two older women slowly move into your large living room, settling on different chairs as they continue to watch you. The entire afternoon you can feel their stares, but being with your best friend and little brother makes you forget it in times of fun. The three of you are always chaotic together and spend most of your time playing Super Smash Bros or MarioKart.

The three of you are immersed in a round, Natasha has finally settled enough to drink a beer and slouch, and Wanda has at least taken a soda as she watches you with a small smile. The house is filled with screams and laughter when your family finally comes home, your older brother carrying a large bag over his shoulder with a smug smirk spread across his face. “Baby losers guess who is moving up in the world of S.H.I.E.L.D? Gonna make a name for himself, unlike you two?” He hasn’t looked up yet, focused on not hitting anything as he throws the heavy bag down but when he does he immediately notices the two Avengers.

You chuckle as you watch his mouth drop, stuttering. “Nice to see you too, asshole.” The bite in your voice gets the attention of the two older women, Natasha hiding a smirk as she takes a sip of her beer. “This is Wanda and Natasha, El brought them here.” He glares at the mentioned blonde, a surge of jealousy apparent on his face. “Play nice Malik, there’s two hot women who could murder you in a blink of an eye in the room.”

The annoyance you felt with your brother makes you miss your compliment towards the two, but Wanda’s cocky look she gives Natasha isn’t subtle. Malik opens his mouth to yell at you when your parents finally walk through the door, and your mother steps forward cutting him off. “Welcome to our home Wanda, Natasha. Hopefully our youngest ones here haven't scared you off quite yet.” The jab didn’t go unnoticed, especially as your older brother laughs at it. ���The Director let us know you’ll be here for an undetermined amount of time. Our home is yours, and your rooms will be on the third floor. My husband and I’s room is here on the first floor, the boys’ rooms are on the second, and you’ll be sharing the floor with Y/N.”

Your mother continues to go on, explaining stuff about the house and neighborhood but your eyes catch Wanda’s and the world seems to disappear. What you miss is the longing look that Natasha gives you, a conflicted look in her eyes. You miss Yelena snickering at the three of you, as if she knew what your reactions to each other would be. You miss the whispered plotting between Carson and Yelena, but none of that mattered as Wanda’s eyes bore into yours and a small smile graced her lips.

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It’s about two weeks into the Avengers, and coincidently Yelena, staying with you and you aren’t sure how well it’s going on your end. You stuttered over your words and made a fool out of yourself the entire time, even being in the same room as the older women made your heart race. A blush evident on your face more often than not, and your body craved to do whatever they asked of you. Your younger brother and bestfriend knew exactly what was going through your mind the entire time, and took advantage of the situation to make fun of you often.

It was a Sunday morning and you had woken up to a text in the family group chat saying that your parents were being sent out again. The entire house came to send your family off, and your parents left Malik in charge as per usual.

“Alright losers, I’m inviting the boys over. Stay in your rooms, no one wants to hear your whining.” Your older brother is already pulling out alcohol from your parents’ liquor cabinet.

You take notice of Wanda leaving the room while Natasha follows Yelena out the back door, the spike of confidence scares you as you dash after the witch. She’s standing at the end of the hallway, leaning against the wall. “Look who decided to follow me, little one.” The brunette’s head moves slowly to look at you, a small smirk planted on her face.

You’re frozen, all the conviction in your actions drained as you saw how beautiful she was just standing there. The voice in your head is loud, screaming to move or say something, but as usual Wanda beats you. “Come here.” She nods her head at the opposite wall from her, and she watches expectedly as you slowly start to follow her instructions. A small arrogant smirk graces her lips as she watches you be so obedient.

It’s like your body can’t say no to her, and you mirror her stance against the wall. The two of you stand there in silence for a while, the muffled sounds of screaming and laughing echoing from downstairs. Not quite sure what to say, you finally look up from glaring stubbornly at your socks to find Wanda invading your space.

Her strides are quick and bold, letting her hands land on the wall behind you, trapping you. Your breath hitches and you blush when you realize how close you are to her now. She leans in, ghosting her lips across your jaw and chuckling as you shiver. “Tell me no and I’ll stop right now. Do you want me Detka?”

The whimper that leaves your lips is high pitched and pathetic, and when Wanda snickers at your reaction the flush spreads down your neck. Your head is nodding viciously as your entire body vibrates, nerves starting to get the best of you. The older woman pulls back, tilting her head as her emerald eyes catch yours. “Use your words, malyshka”

Her eyes are intense and they make you squirm in your spot, your socks making you slip some on the wooden floor. Her hand goes to steady you but stops short, a conflicted look in her eyes.

A questioning look is sent your way as you watch the dim light bounce off the rings on her fingers, making her hovering hand look more enticing. Your voice is soft and your throat dry, making your words come out cracked. “I want you..so much Wanda.”

The grip on your hip is immediate, nails digging at the skin pulled across your hip bone as her fingers slip slightly under the waistband of your thin pajama pants. Her other hand runs up your torso, scratching slightly as your shirt lifts, before she grips your jaw tightly. The kiss is softer than you could have ever imagined, making your head swim and you can’t think of anything else. Her lips taste faintly of the watermelon lip balm that she keeps stealing from you and it makes the mist forming in your head get more dense. She lets her tongue run across your bottom lip, teasing before she pushes past your lips. The pressure on your jaw leaves you helpless to Wanda’s mouth, and your whimpers as she pulls away are slightly soothed when she nips at your lips. Your body tries to follow her as she puts some distance between you two, but her hand slips from your jaw to your throat. Her rings pressing into the thin skin there as she uses her advantage to push you into the wall, “Be a good girl for me and let me play with my new toy.” The moan leaving your lips sounds choked as she leans in, leaving bright red bite marks across your neck.

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Yelena settles into the plush egg chair on the patio, pulling her legs up to rest comfortably, as she watches her older sister pace. The two are quiet before the blonde pulls out a flask, offering it to the ginger. Natasha gratefully takes it, downing a large gulp as she finally slips down onto the chair across from the younger girl. “So, when are you finally going to get with Y/N?” The blonde is just staring casually, watching the panic form on her sister’s face. “What, you don’t think I noticed you and your girl drooling over my best friend?”

Natasha cringes at the bluntness, sighing as she looks off into the distance. Her thoughts are loud and the nerves are getting to her. She had opened her heart once when her little witch stumbled into her life. It has been one of the most rewarding things in her life, but the two knew that they were missing something. They were too similar, living the same situation, riding the same emotions. Stumbling upon Y/N sparked something in both of them, but only Wanda was willing to take large strides towards what she wanted.

A subconscious smile spreads along the black widow’s face, thinking about how the Sokovian always went after what she wanted. Natasha was always more reserved, willing to wait for things if they were meant to be but she also saw what her modeling that behavior did to her little sister. She saw what it did to Wanda when she initially pushed her away, claiming work and training were more important.

This situation was different though, this involved Yelena. Her weakness, her only family, the one thing she worked so hard to hide from the rest of the world. She couldn’t get involved with someone that meant so much to her sister, risking a possible riff in their relationship.

The blonde analyzes her older sister quietly, watching as the emotions run through her eyes. The eyes that she wished she grew up with, the ones that protected her from as much as she could. The first eyes she saw when she was released from the chemicals. The ones that begged her to not join the Avengers, and the ones filled with anger and fear when Yelena settled for S.H.I.E.L.D instead. “Is it the age difference Sha?” The nickname from childhood, when she couldn’t say the ginger’s full name, slipped easily from her lips as her voice got soft.

The name gets the older woman’s attention and she takes a shaky breath in, trying to get ahold of her nerves. “A little, I mean, eight years is a lot. She’s barely legal, and even Wanda’s six years is a large gap.” Her thoughts trail off, but the blonde stays quiet knowing her sister well enough that she isn’t done. “I- she’s your best friend Y. The first real best friend you have ever had, someone that you shouldn’t ever have to choose between if something goes wrong. I refuse to be the reason you lose someone else. I won’t cause you more pain.” There’s tears in the forest green eyes as she stubbornly stares at the flask that now sits on the table in front of her.

The White Widow nods slowly, taking the information in, but she laughs. It’s light and quiet but enough to make her older sister look questioningly at her. “You were my first best friend and you’ll be my last one too. I trust Y/N to know what she’s getting into, and I trust you to make sure she knows what she is getting into. I can see the connection between you three, even Carson the idiot sees it. I don’t want you guys to miss out on something just because you’re trying to think of my feelings. How can I not be happy? You are my sister, Wanda is family now, and if you guys add Y/N then my best friend would become my family. We lost a lot Sha, but we’re rebuilding a family by ourselves now. Don’t hinder that out of fear, mama wouldn’t have liked that.”

Tears openly run down both of their faces now, especially at the mention of their late mother. Natasha stands quickly and climbs onto the chair with Yelena, wrapping her up in her arms. “All grown up and giving me advice.” The blonde settles in her sister’s arms, wrapping her own tightly around her waist.

The sisters sit like that for a while, Natasha humming lightly as she relishes her time with the blonde. The ginger knowing that she spent so many years without her, and now rarely lets her out of arm's reach when they are together. A heavy sigh leaves the older sister’s mouth, “I should go find Wanda and talk to her, let her know she can finally make her move.”

Yelena tenses up and lets out an awkward laugh, “Well, you don’t really need to do that. If I saw correctly, Y/N followed the witchy upstairs so that probably already happened.” The surprised look on Nat’s face makes her younger sister laugh, and push her some. “Your skills are slowing down with age. You didn’t see Carson and Wanda talking for an hour? Wiggly woo fingers would not talk to the gross child for that long if it wasn’t important.”

Natasha just stares in shock at her younger sister, “You two planned this, didn’t you?”

“Well of course. You and Maximoff are quite clueless, and we knew Y/N wouldn’t have the guts to do anything about it. Someone had to deal with the gross tension.” The small smirk across Yelena’s face is enough to make Natasha push her out of the chair, giving her a couple second head start before she starts chasing her. The two laugh carelessly as they run around.

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Pacing in front of the door, you slide back and forth in your light green socks. You can hear muffled voices behind the wall, and it makes your heart race. Natasha had asked you to meet her and Wanda in her room tonight, and to be honest you weren’t sure what it was about. Your time with the Sokovian flashed through your mind, and the fading teeth marks on your neck ached. The two older women were close but you weren’t sure if they were together, but you assumed that Wanda wouldn’t have been so obvious with her marking if she was dating the ginger. Gulping the thought of losing a shot with the older widow also scared you, not that you were sure you could even get a chance because she was your best friend’s big sister. Confusion clouded your mind as you leaned against the door, you made out with Wanda though. Would you lose a chance with Natasha because of that? Wait, should you even want a chance with the widow now that you have an obvious shot with Wanda.

You were slipping backwards quickly, mid-thought, but your back never hit the ground. Strong hands were holding you up, and when you finally opened your eyes to look how close you were to the ground a safety net of magic hovered below you. “Quite a clumsy one, aren’t you? Need someone to always be there to catch you.” Natasha's raspy voice makes your eyes flick to hers, the shockingly forest eyes extremely close to you.

The ginger helps you to your feet and you can feel the magic softly dissipate, and it makes you crave it more as it fades away. You go to speak, to answer Natasha, but Wanda cuts you off. “You will stop wearing just socks around the house if you can’t handle them.”

Whipping your head around to stare in blatant shock at the older woman, you couldn’t believe she was trying to completely take away one of the most fun things in your life. You made out once, and she thought she owned you? Owned you..the shiver you feel shouldn’t excite you but it does. She tilts her head as she looks at you, a bored expression on her face as she waits for whatever you had opened your mouth to say. “You can’t just tell me what to do!”

Wanda snickers at your defiant tone, leaning back against the wall where she sits on the bench. She doesn’t stop you as you lift your chin in pride, slightly puffing your chest out in a moment of confidence. You were raised to stand your ground, and a pretty girl wouldn’t break you that easily. The mocking chuckle from the witch annoys you even more, knowing she’s just laughing at you. You step forward with the intent to tell her off when you feel breath along your ear, a body just behind you. “Oh come on dove, you just need someone to take care of you. Someone to watch out for you. That’s what we’re here for.”

Frozen in your spot once more, the words that the widow spoke start sinking in when you watch Wanda’s eyes trail down your body possessively. “I- um what you” You choke on your words as your gaze gets stuck on the Sokovian’s tongue as it pops out to wet her lip.

“Where’d that bratty attitude go, little one? Are you really going to be that easy to break? I like the fire in you.” Your breath hitches as you hear Wanda’s name for you again, and you aren’t sure why but your mind starts to get a little fuzzy. A whine gets stuck in your throat and you sway some on your feet.

Natasha tsks at the brunette, rolling her eyes as she watches the scene unfold in front of her. “Come on Wands, you can play with her later. We need to have a serious talk.”

The younger Avenger sighs, nodding in reluctant agreement, as she stands padding across the floor to you. A soft hand rises to your cheek and you can’t help but lean into the touch, “Alright detka, come back to us so we can talk.” She’s rubbing her thumb along your jaw now as she watches your eyes focus, a gentle smile on her lips.

The two lead you to sit down on the bed, and they settle in spots across from you allowing you some space. “So.. I’m confused. This is the second time playing with me has come up and I don’t know how to feel about it. Are you guys together? If you’re together why are you acting like this towards me?” Rambling was always something that happened when you felt overwhelmed and couldn’t think correctly, and you wanted to berate yourself for letting it happen in front of the two older women.

Natasha smiles at your nervousness but she clears her throat, interrupting your speech. Her smile widens when you immediately stop talking. “Pretty girl, the details are important but the main question is do you want us? We don’t want you to want us for just sex, or a fun time. We want to take care of you, help you grow. Also yes, it is both of us. I know you said yes to Wanda, and that is amazing, but I need to know if you would say yes to me? To the both of us together?”

You can’t help the giggle that slips through your lips as you realize the ginger is now the one rambling, and you can’t help but think she’s adorable at the moment. “So would we be dating or what?” You didn’t purposefully avoid the main question, but you were curious.

“Oh no darling,” Wanda’s staring directly past you, deep in thought, when her eyes flash scarlet for a moment. “We would…what was it that made you oh so needy again?” Her eyes drift lazily to stare into your eyes, an arrogant smirk plastered on her face. “We would own you.”

Natasha snickers as she hears your breath hitch, watching with smug eyes as you gulp roughly. “Our shiny, pretty new toy” The husk in her voice makes breathing hard and you can’t help but feel your entire body screaming out for the two. “We just wanna make you less shiny, ruin you just a lot.” She’s leaning forward now, staring directly at you as you nod subconsciously.

You’ve always craved someone taking care of you. You knew that you were raised to be strong, independent, and fast on your feet but it meant that it left you incredibly isolated. You made reckless decisions a lot, and you knew it was because you didn’t like to think things out because it made you feel stupid. You wanted to feel wanted and useful, and you wanted to feel valuable for once.

“Yes…please.” Your body is reacting before you can even stop it, squirming in your spot, wanting to touch them. You want to be near them.

Wanda’s smile is victorious, and she shares a look with Natasha. A single finger wrapped with a shiny metal ring, glimmering in the sunlight, pointing to the spot in front of her. “Well let’s get started then. Here now, little one.”

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[kitmoas]

The Chronicles of a Sweet Toy

A Training Grounds Mini Series

Summary: The sweetest side of Toy makes everyone around them melt.

Warnings: Ageplay (Think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This has been a long time coming, and I'm super excited to put out these drabbles. This is age play, not age regression. While it may seem not voluntary in this specific drabble, I assure you it was meant to be written in a sleepy mindset.

***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Training Grounds Universe***

| Vol. i | Vol. ii | Vol. iii | Vol. iv | Vol. v | Vol. vi | Vol. vii |

The first time it happens you weren’t quite sure what it meant, nor were you awake enough to really be alarmed by it. The night was pretty calm with Wanda out of town on a mission, so you were spending the time in Natasha’s room. The two of you messed around as per normal, had snacks, and definitely ate things that Wanda wouldn’t approve of. The widow had put on a random movie so that you guys could cuddle. You were wrapped up in blankets with Natasha’s arms around you when her Stark phone started ringing across the room. The whine that ripped from your throat was higher pitched than usual, and the lost feeling as she left the bed to answer the phone was overwhelming your mind. 

You were confused, nothing was different. The widow was soft and gentle tonight, giving you so much love. The normal fog in your mind had been gone for a while now, and you were happy. This feeling came out of nowhere, and it made your sleep clouded mind panic for a moment. You felt alone and scared, the size of the bed suddenly scaring you. 

It only takes a moment for her to immediately come back, hovering above you with worried eyes. You could tell that your reaction scared her too, but you couldn’t think of anything coherent. You just wanted her, your Daddy. 

Your hands reach out to her, grabbing onto her baggy shirt and pulling her closer. A pathetically distressed “Daddy” tumbling from your lips before you can stop it, hot heavy tears spilling onto your cheeks. Broken, and unexpected, sobs shake your body and before long you’re hyperventilating.

The feeling in your mind was familiar somehow like you experienced this before, but your body was exhausted and you didn’t want to think. You didn’t want to understand what was happening. All you know is that Daddy is here, her warmth is surrounding you and you nuzzle your nose into her neck. Her scent is comforting but you can’t stop the tears that are spilling down your bright red cheeks. 

The Russian’s mind was racing, confused by the sudden change in your emotions but chalking it up to a drop. She lets her lips map across your forehead, leaving soft reminders that she is here. “I’m right here девочка, Daddy isn’t going anywhere. You’re safe, my good girl.” You wiggle some at her words, digging yourself closer to her. “I’m so proud of you detka. I got you. Daddy’s got you” She shushes your quiet whimpers, running her fingers through your messy hair. 

The whispered praise comes naturally and slowly it pulls you away from your anxiety induced blackhole, but it seemingly does nothing for your tense fear. You’re still holding her shirt in a death grip, but as she rolls the two of you around on the bed you begin to calm down. The two of you end up laying in bed for hours as she listens to you sleepily babble about random things until you finally pass out from exhaustion, leaving her to fall into a confused sleep. 

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[kitmoas]

The Chronicles of a Sweet Toy

A Training Grounds Mini Series

Summary: The sweetest Toy is finally home.

Warnings: Ageplay (Think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This is the last of the Chronicles! Thank you guys for sticking around, and if you haven’t gotten the chance to read them all then the other 6 volumes are linked below.

Hopefully you all fell in love with the sweetest little toy like I have 🥰

***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Training Grounds Universe***

| Vol. i | Vol. ii | Vol. iii | Vol. iv | Vol. v | Vol. vi | Vol. vii |

You were so happy that midterms were over, and that you were finally back with your favorite people. The three of them sent random videos and updates throughout the week but it wasn’t the same. Spending the week with Peter was so much fun though and you absolutely loved how smart he was, and how much he didn’t care about the ban on junk food. 

Wanda had decided that the four of you should take a weekend trip to celebrate so you were in the back with Kate as Natasha drove you all towards a small house outside the city. “We’re almost there gi-” As the witch turns around to look at you two she notices that you’re sleeping, her eyes flash scarlet as she quickly takes a peek at your dreams. Filled with dinosaurs and puppies she shares a nervous look with the ginger as she pulls into the driveway. 

The widow walks around the car, watching as Kate is directed by Wanda to help carry the bags, before slowly opening your door. Kneeling down she pushes the hair out of your face, rubbing your cheek softly. “Cmon little detka, we’re here.” Watching you with a smile as you start waking up, rubbing your face against the palm of her hand. 

A whine tears through your lips, muffled, as you try to hide from the setting sun. “Sleepy Daddy.” 

Natasha sighs, slipping her arms under you as she lifts you up. You curl up in her arms, burying your face, whimpering with each rustling step. The ginger shushes you as she steps through the threshold of the house, chuckling as she watches Kate run around excitedly. Letting you slip down her body, you plop down as the door closes. 

You watch with a pathetic look on your face as the other three start figuring out what to have for dinner. It’s the archer’s excessive pouting for delivery pizza that gets interrupted by a computerized voice, “Welcome home Rushman and Red Mist. I have scanned and I recognize Little Hawk is here; along with what seems to be the mini form of the Forbidden Trinket. Sending delivery to your undisclosed location, using your Stark credit card now. Accessing pizza preference, would it be your usual?” 

Before either Wanda or Natasha can say anything, Kate screams yes and happily dances as the AI confirms their order and delivery time. “Not that I’m not grumpy that you guys are using Stark technology, when you know I own an entire security company that has superior security and AIs. No offense..” The brunette’s sentence trails off as the AI replies with, J.O.C.A.S.T.A. “...okay. You have a long name. I’m going to call you J. Not that J isn’t cool, but mine are cooler. But like.. Where are we and what kind of security is this? Your door isn’t even locked.” 

Wanda sighs as she hears the widow start bickering with Kate, walking over to where you’re staring out the window with your thumb in your mouth. “Did you miss it here Little One?” A gentle kiss on your forehead makes you wiggle in your spot, a cheeky grin clumsily spreading across your face around your thumb. 

Natasha slumps into the chair next to you, grumpy as she listens to all the security issues of the house. “It’s OUR house Mutt. Mine and Wanda’s. The security is just FINE. Do you not feel safe with us? You know we can protect both of you.” You curiously watch as the two fight, trying to figure out how serious it is. 

Kate rolls her eyes at the redhead, walking over to you. She smiles gently, her ocean eyes clearing momentarily as she winks at you. You watch as her face morphs back into a pout as she looks at the Russian. “I do, and you know that. Not that I need either of you to protect me, just saying, Either way though, I could protect your house so much better with my technology. I’m not disagreeing that Tony has amazing tech, but he doesn’t deal with normal residential security as we do.” Your archer glances at you as you chew at your thumb, sighing as she stalks over to her backpack. “Our focus is bringing that big amazing security that only companies and governments usually get to the homes of our people, and clients and governments.” She’s pulling your thumb out of your mouth as she continues to try and give her side of security speech, shushing you as you whine. You glare up at her, grumpy and completely put out. "Don't give me that look, baby Sweets." The pout is short lived as she pops your paci into your mouth, booping the purple dinosaur on the shield.

“All I’m saying is I get that Tony found you this house, but I would love to be able to give you guys better security and we could even give you a special AI. I have mine, and I ended up putting Sweets’ in their apartment.” At the mention of your name you swing your head around, giggling as the loose paci clip thumps against Kate’s thigh. She smiles down at you, ruffling your hair as she makes quick work of clipping the arrow patterned clip to your shirt. 

The entire interaction no one is paying attention to Wanda, who’s just staring at the archer and you with her jaw hanging open. “Not that this little quarrel isn’t entertaining, but are we just going to ignore the stray and her purple pacifier?” At the mention of your beloved paci, you clamber into your Mommy’s lap. Babbling around the paci in your mouth as you try to look down at it, describing different parts of it to her. The witch is quick to tug gently at the ring hanging from your mouth, teasing you as you try to glare at her. 

Natasha sits up straight now, watching you curiously as you tug relentlessly at the clip attached to you. ‘Yeah, mutt, we knew you knew about our little toy but you apparently really knew.” The ginger’s eyes follow as Kate walks over to her bag again, pulling out a floppy golden dog. The archer’s body language is a little tense now, slowed down, and the awkwardness is almost seeping from her. 

She sighs as she makes the dog’s paw wack you gently in the head, eliciting a squeal from you. Rubbing your face in its fur, you stumble to crawl into your Daddy’s lap. Shoving Prince Pizza into her face as you show her your friend. The smile you receive as you mumble makes you wiggle in her lap, happy to be around all three of your favorite people. 

“Ms. Natalia, the pizza delivery boy is approaching. The total will be 47.79$, the suggested tip would be at least 20$ taking in the amount of driving he just had to do.” J.O.C.A.S.T.A.’s voice interrupts Kate’s train of thought as she automatically just grabs a few hundred dollar bills out of her wallet, chuckling as you start talking to the AI. The CEO quickly answers the door, smiling and telling the kid to keep the change. 

By the time she comes back you are dragging the older two Avengers to the table, the moment she sets the food on the table you’re looking through the boxes for your food. “I mean we didn’t do it often, or well I guess she didn’t slip often. But yes I did get her a couple things. Mostly just the paci and Prince Pizza. The thumb thing is gross.” The archer rolls her eyes at you as she watches you take toppings off of each pizza as you struggle to find your own food. She slides the small box towards you, watching you wiggle in happiness when you see your favorite box. A personal pepperoni pizza, a couple cheesy bread slices, a few boneless wings, and mini cinnamon sticks all in a cute little lunch tray style box. 

The older women don’t answer, nodding silently as everyone settles down to eat dinner. Easy conversation happens as you babble about cartoons and everything you know about your favorites before Kate easily gets you to talk about every dinosaur you know. The routine is surprisingly easy for the four of you, despite this being the first time being in this situation all together. Wanda put all the leftovers away and got the couch set up, Natasha got you changed into comfy pajamas, and Kate picked a movie with snacks. 

You waddled in with your paci in your mouth while dragging Sir Spikes behind you, and clutching King Wiggles in your arm. Daddy was behind you trying to juggle the blanket, pillow, hoodie, and Prince that you demanded you needed downstairs. Wanda and Kate were sitting on the couch, where the lights were dimmed and blankets with fairy lights hovered above them, creating a dome. Crawling onto the couch, you stumble and land awkwardly in between the two brunettes. You watch with careful eyes as the ginger trudges in behind you, dumping everything but Prince Pizza onto the couch.

Mommy swipes the floppy pup, making him fly around above you; relishing in the giggles the actions receive. Kate settles back into the ginger’s arms, the two watching as you try to catch the floating stuffed animal. Natasha is mumbling against the archer’s shoulder, quietly as to not disturb the cuteness but loud enough so the younger girl can hear her. Apologies and promises to talk about changing security, the widow softly smiling as the CEO starts talking about what kind of equipment she can bring into the house. 

Rise of the Guardians is playing in the background, a movie that Kate had introduced you to and you were obsessed with now. You were poking at her, trying to get her attention but she was entirely too focused on the quiet conversation she was having with Daddy. You plop back down on your butt, glaring at her. Mommy is snacking on popcorn slowly, snickering at your put out expression. 

The grunt as you kick your feet some is muffled by the paci still in your mouth, and your glare gets as scary as possible. Your pokes at Kate’s thigh are getting more aggressive, but she just shushes you with a teasing smile before going back to the conversation at hand. 

You just catch the gaze of Daddy, who just smirks at you with a teasing wink. Finally you pathetically flop down to bury your face into the archer’s tummy, ignoring the yelp of pain she lets out when your pacifier digs into the soft skin there. She’s helping you look up at her now, giggling a little at the glare on your face. Waiting patiently for you to speak, your anger leaves your body as she runs her fingers gently through your hair. Leaning into her touch a mumbled “Puppy” leaves your paci filled mouth, and you close your eyes to soak up the archer’s warmth. 

What you miss are the tears filling her eyes as she stares down at you in awe, and the soft looks gracing Wanda and Natasha’s faces. Kate tries to collect herself, but a few tears leak from her eyes. The witch kisses the archer's temple, letting praising thoughts leak into her mind. The widow smirks happily, bumping her forehead against the younger girl's shoulder. A proud wink sent her way as she leaves soft kisses along the back of her neck.

The three fall into a comfortable silence, watching the movie, as you cuddle sleepily into Kate. Your legs are in Mommy’s lap and you're gripping at Daddy’s pants. Even if it’s a little uncomfortable, there isn’t anywhere you would rather be. 

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[kitmoas]

What was it like when R told Kate about WandaNat? Does Kate get uncomfortable when WandaNat do stuff with R without Kate around?

***Minors DNI** **18+**

Warnings: smut at the end, weapon/magic use, mention of blood

"So....." Your girlfriend of 11 months was staring at the wall behind you, face scrunched up in confusion. Her ocean blue eyes were dark, filled with the mental storm brewing, and her mouth was opening and closing slowly. "you're breaking up with me for other Avengers?"

Your hands reach up to cup her face, "No, no I promise that's not what this is. I just- I've been in this dynamic with them for a while. You know.. I mentioned it before." The panic was seeping into your veins, scared that you may lose the archer; your archer.

"Ya.. but.. will they actually like me.. or I guess um- accept me or- um- let you keep me around?" Her fingers are twitching, and her eyes are glaring at her own shaking knee. She bites her bottom lip, "Wo-would they make you choose?" It breaks your heart watching your normally cocky girlfriend looks so vulnerable, but you knew this was coming. The conversation was a guarantee and you had prepped in your mind for weeks now, but no amount of prep could have prepared you for the cracks in your heart as you heard Kate stumble over her words.

"Kate, Katie. Look at me." You wait briefly for her to finally make eye contact with you, and you choke down a sob at the waves rippling through her ocean orbs. "I love you, and that's so scary but I'm so in love with you. I don't want to give any of you up, but Kate you're the one for me. If I know them correctly they wouldn't ever make me pick, regardless of their feelings for you, but I would pick you if you ever needed me to. I would pick you a thousand times over."

The shock and amazement on her face at your confession warms your body, but it hurts your heart even more. She doesn't say anything for a while, and you let her sit in silence to think. "..So you love me?" The smirk that you fell in love with returning to her face, a teasing glint lighting her eyes back up.

You can't help your eye roll and you push her roughly, "Oh shut up."

The shortness of your sentence makes her chuckle, pulling you to fall onto the floor with her "I love you too brat."

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You were on your knees, using your best innocent doe eyes as you stared up at Wanda. The widow behind you had a knife against your neck as the witch stood sneering down at you waiting for an answer. "I-um." The knife pressed harder against the delicate skin, a thin line of crimson appearing.

Scarlet magic wraps around your torso, leaking down to your spread thighs and mixes with the slick dripping onto the cherry wood floor below you. "Is the stupid slut too distracted? Can't answer the simple question?" Wanda's voice is thick with her Sokovian accent, sharp and angry. "Let's try this again, why are you being a bratty little whore when Mommy just want you to beg? Hmm?"

Natasha goes to say something but the door to your apartment slams open, Kate and Lucky run in soaked to the bone from the thunderstorm. The lovable dog immediately shakes off, rain splattering across your small living room. Kate is frozen in the doorway as the golden retriever sprints towards you; Wanda barely being able to make the toys and weapons disappear before you're tackled to the ground.

The archer's eyes flit to the scattered cuts and drops of blood, concern written across her face. "Uh- are you" She jesters with her own hands, asking a mostly silent question. When you nod head, a reassuring smile spreading on your face, you notice something else in her eyes; a longing.

You knew it was easily spotted by Natasha and Wanda, the former helping you up even as her eyes stayed stuck on Kate. The witch, reading both of her partners' minds, speaks up first; an arrogant smirk plastered on her lips. "Maybe you should close that door so that we can negotiate some things, how's that sound Stray?' The shiver down Kate's spine is apparent, and the whimper is hidden poorly. Just as a clap of thunder hits, the archer slams the door shut with an eager smile.

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[kitmoas]

The Chronicles of a Sweet Toy

A Training Grounds Mini Series

Summary: The sweetest side of Toy makes everyone around them melt. (Yelena emerges from the shadows)

Warnings: Ageplay (Think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This has been a long time coming, and I'm super excited to put out these drabbles. I'll be posting one every day for a week.

***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Training Grounds Universe***

| Vol. i | Vol. ii | Vol. iii | Vol. iv | Vol. v | Vol. vi | Vol. vii |

The words on the multitude of screens blur some as Natasha rubs at her tired eyes. You had been slipping into a different headspace lately, and she never really dealt with it before, and she never liked feeling uneducated. The two of you had a few conversations about it, most of it being you mumbling through the flush rising on your face and the widow trying to ease your nerves. Now here she sits at eight in the morning after setting you up for your first zoom class of the day trying to get as much information as possible. 

She’s so immersed in the different websites that she doesn’t hear the window open, nor does she see the slim body slide in. “I could have shot you right in the head and you would not have had time to try and stop me.” The ginger sighs, flinching at the position she got herself in, as she lets her gaze slide to her sister now sitting on the window sill. Opening her arms the older woman scoffs, but her body softens as her little sister cuddles into her side. The two sit in silence for a minute, Yelena just waiting to see if Natasha will bring up what she’s researching. “So you found out?” 

The ginger flinches, partially from the sudden noise but also from the blunt tone of her younger sister. “Found out wha–” The look she receives from the blonde makes her stop, sighing softly. “Yeah, I don’t know if I’m capable of taking care of that side of them. How is someone like me capable of… of.. Doing that.” She helplessly flops her hand in the direction of the computer screen. Slouching as she protectively wraps herself around Yelena, the stressed thoughts are obvious on her face. “H-how did you know, Y?” 

The white widow is pushing out of her sister’s arms, spinning to look at her face. “Honestly? I only figured it out right before you three got together. Y/N would get in moods that seemed different, and these I did not understand. I did a little research and I suppose I put the rest together. She is not hard to deal with, and to be completely blunt I am not even sure she knows what is going on to a good extent. I know I did not, but she is my best friend. I was not there to judge, so we hung out and watched some very colorful sponges and floating cartoon characters. I had thought you two knew this entire time with your weird all knowing witchy wife.” The smirk on the blonde’s face makes Natasha roll her eyes, shoving her slightly. 

Shrugging, the older widow mindlessly scrolls through the article she was reading. “First off, she isn’t my wife. Second, it’s Spongebob; learn American media Y you’ve been here long enough.” The green eyes flick over to look at the pouting little sister with a teasing smirk. “This is the first time Y/N has really…shown us this side, but you do seem like you’re right. I’m not sure they realize that this isn’t just basic subspace. I just don’t know if I’m much of a…caregiver..” 

A calm silence covers the room as the two let the conversation soak in, Yelena curling into Natasha’s side relishing in the attention of her older sister. “You know, Sha, you are.” She smiles at the confused look the ginger shoots at her. “You take care of wiggly woos, have for so many years. You take care of Y/N too, I mean c’mon Daddy.” The young widow pokes her sister in the side, a small teasing smile on her lips. “And..you take care of me, all the time. You always have, ever since we were children. You take so good care of those you love, you taught me how to do the same. Do not use the fear in your veins to let you stop yourself from doing something that I know you want to do.” The blonde shushes her older sister when she opens her mouth to counter her, a knowing look on the young girl’s face. “Where is-” 

Yelena’s question is cut short by some sniffles and Natasha spins around immediately to see you holding a dripping Sir Spikes, rubbing at your red tear filled eyes. Before the Avenger can even get a word out, you’re babbling incoherently as you sob uncontrollably. She’s rushing towards you, eyebrows scrunched in confusion, as you hold out your beloved stuffed animal. “Oh Detka, what happened? I thought you were doing school work after your class.” 

You plop the soaked plush in her hands, and you let your body carelessly flop onto the floor; pouting up at her. “Spilled the can on Sir Spikes.” You’re miserably whimpering up at her, eyes filled with tears. “Fix him Daddy.” 

Natasha’s whole body is tense, panic obvious all over her face. The ginger’s eyes are flitting between the disgusting feeling stuffed animal in her hands and you, as you lean pathetically against the door frame. She has never seen you this distressed, and her emotions are already all over the place. 

It’s Yelena, jumping up and invading your space, that makes your crying turn into mere whimpers. She’s rambling in Russian to you, watching you finally start giggling, but she’s giving Natasha instructions. Step by step, the older widow listens to you try to prompt her sister into saying different things as she mechanically washes the dinosaur and cleans up the spilled red bull. Cringing at the sticky mess, she moves around your desk so that nothing would get wet. By  the time she gets back, you and Yelena were moving the room around. “Uh.. what’s happening here?” 

The two of you look up, innocent smiles quickly spreading across both of your faces, as you freeze in your spots. You both are rocking on your feet, badly suppressed giggles filling the room, before you finally scramble over to the ginger. “Daddy shhhh you’re on a mission! Can’t let the bad guys hear you!!” 

Yelena stumbles over, arms full of nerf guns and foam daggers, with a crooked smile on her face. “We need code names! I can be White Widow or W2.” She’s puffing her chest out now, as she drops the toy weapons at your feet. You immediately pout, grumpy that your best friend is trying to come up with her own code name. The two of you immediately start bickering, the intensity finally making Natasha step in to settle the fight. 

It’s with the couch flipped upside down, blankets hung up and thrown over chairs, and nerf darts stuck to the walls that Wanda comes home to. The witch’s jaw drops at the sheer amount of untidiness, but before she can call out to yell at anyone she hears static. Following the sound she finds Yelena laying on her stomach underneath the flipped couch, with a sniper nerf gun and a walkie-talkie. A guilty smile is thrown towards the witch as the small device broadcasts your voice, “Widow 2, hello? This thing not working, why’s nobody talking?”

Wanda’s face softens as she hears a distant “Widow 1, help! Nothing's working!”. With a wave of her hand she lets her body be covered in her Avengers suit, pulling at the jacket as it settles on her shoulders. She winks at Yelena, motioning for this to be a secret between the two of them before she sends a sparking ball of magic into the room where she can hear you whining to Natasha to fix your walkie-talkie. 

The squeals and panicked shooting makes a smile spread across her face as she settles in the pantry, preparing herself to fight her favorite three agents

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[kitmoas]

The Chronicles of a Sweet Toy

A Training Grounds Mini Series

Summary: The sweetest side of Toy makes everyone around them melt. (Mommy Wanda is here!)

Warnings: Ageplay (Think that's it, let me know if I missed anything)

A/N: This has been a long time coming, and I'm super excited to put out these drabbles. I'll be posting one every day for a week.

***Minors DNI***No Smut rn but this is an 18+ Training Grounds Universe***

| Vol. i | Vol. ii | Vol. iii | Vol. iv | Vol. v | Vol. vi | Vol. vii |

The water in your bath had gone cold long ago, but you are splashing at Daddy now; giggles erupting as she tries to shield herself behind a small towel. You were covered in the bathtub finger paint that Natasha had bought you, your face covered in purple smears. The tub looked like the paint just exploded and the ginger cringes at the idea of cleaning it up, but as she watches you play with fish toys it no longer matters. 

Wanda pokes her head into the bathroom, cringing at the sight of paint and the loud “Mommy”. She smiles as she walks over to you, wiping a spot clean on your forehead as she leans down to press a kiss into your wet skin. “If you two are almost done, it’s bedtime Little One.”  The pout she receives makes her smile but she shakes her head, “No pouting detka.” Her tone is firm and it makes you pout more. 

Natasha chuckles at your expression and slowly begins the long process of draining the cold water, and turning on the shower head to rinse you and the bathtub down in warm water. It’s over an hour later by the time that you’re dressed in your comfy pajamas, waddling into the bedroom with your thumb in your mouth and Sir Spikes hanging upside as you carry him by the foot. Climbing up on the bed, you happily notice the animated dinosaurs on the screen. 

By the time Wanda and Natasha finally make it into the bedroom, you’re swinging your legs as you sit at the edge of the bed with your eyes glued to the television. You watch as your Mommy goes to the closet to change but Daddy slips into bed behind you. It doesn’t take long for the two of you to be rolling around on the bed, she’s leaving kisses all over your face as you giggle loudly. The feeling of her fingers digging into your sides makes you squeal, scrambling to get away from her. The two of you are so busy rolling around and playing that you miss Wanda slipping under the sheets behind you. 

The witch lets you two play and act out different scenes of the show for over an hour as she sits quietly reading, but when it’s past one in the morning she knows she needs to get you two to settle down. “Tasha, it’s late.” Her voice is quiet but firm. The brunette watches you two scramble around the bed trying to get settled and comfy, her eyebrow raised as she just watches you two giggle at whatever nonsense bedtime story the widow is telling you. 

Once the lights are dimmed by a slightly irritated Wanda, you cuddle into your Daddy’s side while holding tightly onto Spikes. The room is mostly quiet except for a low music coming from the speakers when you start poking at the ginger, bored and wanting to play. You giggle when she starts making your dinosaur start dancing and singing, watching in awe as he does flips. 

You’re entirely focused on the show that the widow is putting on that you don’t feel the arms wrapping around your torso, but a squeal tears through your throat as you’re gently though quickly flipped so that you’re laying on the other side of Wanda. She pulls you close to curl into her side, swiping the soft dino stuffed animal from Natasha’s hands. A gentle kiss is laid on your forehead as she hands you Sir Spikes back. “It’s time for sleep Little One, you and Daddy can play tomorrow. I promise. Close those pretty eyes for me now. Mommy is right here, and I’ll be right here when you wake up.” The witch pulls you a bit closer, letting your head fall to her chest. Your ear lands right above her heart, and you let your eyes slip closed. Listening to the steady thumping of her heart, mixed with the soft motions of Wanda’s finger as it trails up and down your nose slowly, sleep finally takes you into its arms and your quiet snores are the only thing heard in the room. 

The widow is looking at the witch, a confused look plastered on her face. Stumbling over her words she just grumpily settles into bed, pulling the covers up to her chin. Wanda lets out a breathy chuckle, careful to not disturb you too much. “Don’t think too hard about it Tasha, maybe your princess just thinks I’m less fun than you.” 

The mocking tone in the Sokovian’s voice makes the redhead grunt in annoyance as she rolls onto her side, pressing her face into Wanda’s neck. 

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