#wandanat x afab!reader

[wandasfifthwife]

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—wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, discussion on kinks/titles/roles (but not detailed), exhibition & choking kink mentioned, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, R gets needy from a wet dream, oral&fingering (r receiving | n giving), reader is described to be wearing a nightgown, reader is described to be shy, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference

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A buzz raps against your bedside table, the sound officially pulling you out of your morning stir. With bleary eyes, you reach across the bed to pull your phone off the charger. The movement brings you out of the warmth and comfort your sheets provide, hence making you shiver once your arm hits the cold air surrounding your room.

After pulling the phone under the covers you shut the alarm off, unlocking it to view the notifications sent since you’ve fallen asleep.

The door creeks open, whoever opening it trying to be quiet but the door’s old age didn’t allow them to do so. Your roommate peeks her head in, eyes landing on your curled position in bed.

“My word it’s freezing in here,” she starts, moving out of the doorframe to check the thermostat, “if I woke you up, I am so sorry—I was going to call maintenance to check in on your room, wanted to come see if it was still freezing.”

As if on cue you shiver again, pulling the blanket higher until it brushes your chin, “it is.”

A grim expression comes into her face, she apologizes again, “I’ll call them now. They should be here tonight.”

You voice your appreciation, staying under the sheets until the numbers on your clock read noon. It was a lazy morning, all movements were slow and relaxed. The shower was turned until steam came off the top, the burning feeling decidedly better than the chill running throughout your entire body.

There were plans written on your phone’s calendar, the moment tonight a result from the events from the previous week. There had been more plans since three first meeting at the cafe, each moment spent together better than the last. Since the cafe, they’ve met you wherever it was that you’d like.

Whether it be at a bookstore, where the two whispered reassurances over your fretting on them paying for your books. Even at times when you three had colliding schedules they still made an effort, it showed in how they took a walk with you by the water. The ocean was rough, waves crashing and pushing against another, but the sound it made was entirely peaceful. You remember where your walk ended, where you three stopped so you could watch the water stretch and collide with the orange and pink sky.

“Beautiful.”

Wanda had whispered close to your ear, body leaned so close to yours, chest pushed up against your back. You had welcomed the advances from her, letting the motion also push you into Natasha until you three were cuddled up together. It brought a smile to your face to experience such a moment. It was when you decided it was best to share the news about signing off of the paper work on Tuesday. This all transpired a day ago on Sunday, meaning that discussion was happening tonight.

Remembering that this event is what you were getting ready for brought a multitude of emotions to run about. Any word within the synonym group to embarrassed and excitement would be hitting the mark on what you were feeling.

You’ve been keeping your friend in the loop, sending her text updates often and feeling thankful for her support. Shes aware of what’s transpiring tonight, her contact information appearing in your phone as you were finishing getting ready.

“You know, your mind doesn’t really know the difference between fear and excitement. So I suggest convincing yourself that you’re only excited.”

“I think I’d only be successful in telling it how scared I am,” you say as you shut your drawer, “because I really can only see how this will affect me negatively.”

“Expand on that.”

There’s a pause in the conversation as you throw on a shirt, “I mean, we’re going to be talking about what I’m interested in doing intimately. What if they find me weird, or they don’t want to do what I’d like to do and get rid of me?”

“First I’ll say that all you’re feeling is valid. Second, you’re being too harsh on yourself. This past week you’ve been getting to know each other, and going off of how you’ve been rambling to me after, I’d say they’re going well. Let tonight play out, be in the moment.”

You hum your response, sitting beside your phone to slip your shoes on, “okay.”

“I’ve known them like what—like two years now? They’re going to work with you, not against you. But if at any point you feel uncomfortable, you’re always free to leave whenever and call me, or security. Your wellbeing comes first.”

“Thank you, seriously.”

Three beeping sounds emit after, your lock screen appearing. There were four numbers glaring back at you, eliciting a response to start walking towards their apartment complex.

The map on your phone was confusing, stating that their location was to the left of you when it was across the street.

Natasha stood at the entrance, holding the door for you to step in. The inside was simple, light blue wallpaper lining the walls. You’ve become awkward, the feeling instigate by the nerves spiking being along with her. She lets you go through the second door first after unlocking it, letting the heavier door swing close behind her, “How was your walk?“

“Cold. It’s rather chilly today.”

Natasha walks in front to lead you up the staircase, “not a fan of the cold?”

“No, I much prefer the 70s, the mix between cold and hot.”

Three staircases later and the numbers 302 are staring back at you. Their door has a wreath outside, one decorated with red florals. Wanda comes to greet the door, letting the both of you in, even moving to hang your coat.

“Glad you got here safely,” she starts, “it gets dark so soon now that we’re rolling into winter.”

You’re entirely too thankful that they’ve begun to tell you where you can go and what you can do. They’ve opened up their home to you, but even then you weren’t sure if it was okay to sit down on the couch yet.

“Would you like a drink? I have water, tea?”

“Oh that’s alright, I’ll be fine.”

She pats your shoulder, “it’s alright if you’d like one, I’m offering.”

“Tea?”

She smiles, moving into the kitchen after. Natasha had sat across from you on another couch, laptop settled on her lap. It gave you a moment to look around, to take in their home for the first time. It was a combination of clean and messy. They had papers thrown over the cushioned footrest, shoes set carefully by the door. A pair of broken glasses were set on the tv mantle, and a tall vase beside it with tulips. Wanda comes in, setting the hot cup on the table in front of you.

“Do you like the flowers,” she asks, noticing where your gaze was transfixed, “natasha got them from a coworker.”

“Any specific reason?”

Natasha looks up from her laptop momentarily, meeting Wanda’s gaze. She speaks up, “I got asked out.”

“Oh,” you say, “at least you got nice flowers.”

Wanda laughs at the way Natasha squirms, “yeah, nice flowers. Do you need anything else?”

You shake your head, waving her off. She leaves again momentarily, the item appearing in her hand that makes you nervous again. The papers.

It was a conversation you wanted to have, you all wanted to have, but the discussion of such intimate acts felt more embarrassing than acting them out. They notice the way you’ve begun to look away, focus set outside the window.

You notice Natasha setting her MacBook away in your peripheral vision.

“Kitten,” Natasha starts, the new nickname rolling off of her lips instantly catching your attention, “are you okay with that?”

You appreciate her asking, the way her tone went soft after witnessing your reaction. It wasn’t unpleasant, it held the complete opposite reaction. The action of you nodding yet again has her speaking up, “words.”

“Yes, that’s okay.”

Natasha smiles at you, the sight easing your nerves. Wanda’s knee lands on the edge of the couch, leaning her body onto it until she’s sitting down.

“You sent these to us a day ago and we’ve reviewed it all, signed our parts as well. We’ll have those papers in my office if you ever want or need to view them while you’re over here,” she explains, setting a few pages down, “how’re you feeling about the next few?”

“Good, shy.”

“That’s alright. Tell if if you need to stop, okay?”

She’s begun to list them off, each one bringing a tinge of red to your cheeks. Your hand has come to fidget with your necklace, agreeing with the statements Wanda was reading off.

“It’s quite funny how most everything lines up with our responses.”

“Really?”

She hums, handing the papers over to Natasha, “you’re interested in all of the kinks we’re interested in, like your exhibition and choking one.”

“Wow,” you say, fingers tugging at your necklace, pulling it until the chain can’t be moved any further out.

“Did that make you nervous just now?”

Natasha asks, noticing the habit of fidgeting with a necklace arising any time a difficult situation arose. You let go of it, moving to hold the warm glass, the scent of the chamomile tea rushing to you.

“It did, but that’s only because I don’t like direct conversations. I’m better when things play out and you’re lost in the moment, but I understand this needs to be talked about.”

“We can call it a night then. If you’d like you can stay over, whatever you’d like. Please let us order an Uber though if you decide to go home, Natasha was having a fit about you walking home the other day.”

Wanda throws a look at Natasha, pressing a kiss to your head as she walks by. Natasha takes the jab, grabbing at her computer again, “and I won’t apologize for that.“

“If I were to stay tonight, where would I sleep?”

“With us,” Wanda says from the other room, “you’re not sleeping on these couches and certainly not the ground—unless you’d like to.”

“Could I stay over then?”

Wanda laughs, “you’re so sweet, of course you can. You can borrow either of our clothes, world knows how uncomfortable it is to sleep in jeans.”

Natasha shows you to the bathroom, clicking on the light so she can set the pajamas you had picked out on the counter. It was small, but larger than the one you had back with your roommates. It smelled like them, their scents overwhelming your senses when you walked in.

“The shower handles weird to use, so I’ll start that for you. I’ll leave the door unlocked just in case, okay?”

The knobs were weird. There were three of them, one for hot water, cold water, and the third to turn the pressure to come from the lower or higher nozzle. You’re thankful for her to figure it out, setting it where it was perfect. The first temperature was entirely too cold, apparently the temperature Natasha showers with in the morning.

She let you be, shutting the door and leaving you alone. All the options you had for soap were theirs. The bottles read “vanilla,” explaining why their scent was sweet. You shivered when the cold air hit, missing the warmth the water provided. The nightgown you chose was comfortable, the silk fabric to blame for that.

Wanda was still in the living room, a lamp on beside her. The room beside her had the light turned on, rustling coming from inside.

“Could you help me?”

“With what?”

“I couldn’t figure out how to turn off the shower, I’m sorry.”

Wanda sets the book down, moving past you, “you’re too kind, don’t worry about that. You can wait with Natasha, she’s already in the room.”

You assume the room with the light on is their bedroom. Natasha was leaning on the side, feet kicked off the side of the bed. She closed the drawer, sitting further back on the bed. You grow nervous again, standing in the doorway awkwardly.

“What’re you thinking about?”

“When will of it will start?”

“Whenever you’d like it to.”

A deep breath comes from you, your finger playing with the edge of your dress, “could we start tonight?”

“What’d you say? Speak a bit louder.”

“Could we start tonight? Start small?”

Her body relaxes, gesturing for you to come closer. There’s a slight tickling sensation as her hand brushes against the back of your thigh, lifting you to straddle her waist.

“You don’t have to do anything. Just relax and only speak if we ask you.”

It’s not difficult to listen to her when her hand brushes against your back in such a manner. Wanda wonders in later, taking to Natasha about something but it all became background noise. It almost lulls you to sleep, your mind on the cusp of falling into the dream world until Natasha had patted your leg.

“We’re turning the lights off, can you lay down for me?”

You rest between them, your back against Natasha’s. Wanda faces you, her hands brushing gently against your cheek. It only took a second for Natasha to begin snoring, her deep breaths hitting your back, making you scoot closer into Wanda.

“She bothering you? If we need to, I can make her sleep on the couch.”

“Oh no that’s alright, I like her here.”

Wanda smiles, leaning to press a kiss to your lips, “me too. Now sleep, it’s late.”

You adjust, finding the most comfortable spot to be resting your face under hers.

𓂃𓂃𓂃•𓂃𓂃𓂃

It’s driving you crazy, feeling her hands rub all over you but not where you need it the most. She’s been kissing you breathlessly, all on purpose so she can hear your shaky gasps of air.

“Please,” you beg, pushing your hips up, “touch me.”

“Where?”

You grab her hand, leaving it resting over your clothed cunt, “here please, I need it so bad.”

Her fingers push your underwear aside, not giving you any warning as she pushes one in, “you’re soaked.”

A whine tumbles from you, hands gripping tighter onto her wrist, “more, not enough.”

She listens, pressing another in, the stretch making you whine louder. You beg each time, grinding down onto her fingers. Each thrust pulling a, ‘more,’ from you, stating how you can take it.

“Does it feel good, kitten? You’re gripping my fingers.”

“Kitten?”

You gasp, eyes shooting open to find Natasha above you. She’s leaning over, using her hand by your head to balance herself. Her other hand was on your shoulder, presumably used to shake you awake.

“Are you alright? You were mumbling and moving around, I wanted to make sure you weren’t having a bad—“

“Touch me.”

“What.”

You clamber back, twisting your body away from hers, “nevermind.”

“No, tell me what you just said.”

“Touch me.”

It was quieter than the first time you said it but Natasha heard it.

“Remember the safe word colors we talked about, I want you to use those, okay?”

Her fingers hold your chin, moving you so you make eye contact with her, “use your words and look me in the eyes.”

“Okay,” you say, voice airy.

The moment she’s leaning down to kiss you, you’re reaching for more. She’s meeting you where you’re at, tilting her head to deepen the kiss. The sounds you make drive her crazy, they’re intoxicating. Her lips move down to your neck, biting at your collarbones to make you gasp.

“Hnn-!”

“Such a needy little thing,” she mouths, pulling your dress down to press a kiss to your nipple, “who knew you’d be so adorable.”

It’s the bare minimum and almost unreasonable for you to be so weak from it, but it’s her. The reason why you’re so reactive and wanting is because you want to feel her touch.

“Oh Natasha please,” you whine, grinding your hips down onto her clothed thigh. Natasha eyes the movement, groaning when she sees the wet patch you’ve left behind.

“Call me by my name and I’ll give you what you want.”

“Daddy, please.”

Your back is pushed into the pillows when she lifts your hips to slide your underwear completely off. You move to take off the dress but she stops you, “leave it on, you look beautiful.”

You really do, and she wishes you could see what she does. The strap handing off your shoulder, the bottom of it pooled around your waist. You moan so loud Natasha worries the neighbors might hear when her tongue licks up your folds.

“Shh,” she presses a kiss to your inner thigh, “be quiet.”

You try, the hand over your mouth your best attempt at keeping quiet. It becomes difficult to with how good she eats you out that you have to bite down on your fist. She praises you, telling you how good you listen to her.

You keen when she presses a finger in, the size of her fingers spreading you more than your dream had. Her hands on gripping your thighs open, amused at how shaky they get once she’s begun to thrust her finger in.

“Ah—! Not enough, please I need more.”

She’s compliant, already pushing another in and oh her view was heavenly. Your back arching, hips pushing onto her fingers. It’s a sight that almost makes her moan. Her own thighs grow wet seeing how you’re squirming from her ministrations. The moment she’s pushing another in, you’re already begging her to

“Oh yes please, please.”

“Fuck, you’re so sensitive.“

Her fingers are rough, pushing against your walls and angling them in a way that drives you closer to the edge. Her name is tumbling from your lips repeatedly like it’s all you know what to say.

“Don’t come without asking me,” she warns.

“Please let me come,” you gasp.

“Please who?”

“Please daddy,” you moan into your hand, “I’ll be good for you.”

“I know. I know you will. Go ahead.”

Her mouth latches onto your clit again, the stimulation being what you needed to reach your high. You pant, lungs heaving to get in air after. A smile making its way onto your face when Natasha slides up the bed to kiss your forehead.

“You did so well.”

“She did,” Wanda agrees from her position by the door, “I’m so proud.”

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[the-doomed-witch]

SLUT!

WandaNat x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: Daddy and mommy need their toy.

Word Count: ≈0.9k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI. Just pwp, double penetration, cum filled straps (r receiving), breeding kink, gagging, degradation, sort of objectification, reader is wearing a collar, daddy (n), mommy (w), sub!reader, Wanda just can’t keep her hands off lol

Author’s Note: Long time no see, folks. Here’s some smut because I haven’t written in months. I just use this blog as a means to honrypost but in a fanfic way. Hope you all like this. Reblogs/comments are much welcome & appreciated <3 GIF credits to creators

MASTERLIST // NAVIGATION // REQUESTS CLOSED

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“Easy, baby, easy,” Wanda whispers as she bottoms out inside you. Her slender fingers tug at the small black collar around your neck, the fingertips tickling your skin. The sensation of being so filled makes you whimper and moan at the top of your voice.

“You’re not making it easier for daddy, now shush. Don’t move, just a little more.” Natasha orders from behind you, her strap waiting to penetrate you. She grabs the side of your hips to hold them in place, and stretches them open for her convenience. “Please, daddy, I can’t…” you protest, but Wanda tugs at your collar harshly, almost making you choke on your own spit. “Shhh darling, let mommy and daddy play with their slut,” she speaks right into your ear and bites the earlobe.

And when Natasha’s strap is inside your ass, your groans intensify with the feeling of being so thoroughly penetrated. Thrust thrust thrust, the two women absolutely devour your holes.

From behind you, Natasha kisses the side of your neck, biting down on the skin. Your head is thrown back as soon as you feel the sinking teeth indenting your skin. Wanda pounds your throbbing cunt, the wet slick running down your thigh. “Taking mommy’s cock so well, baby,” she speaks hushedly, “Just like the dick riding whore that you are.”

The mere words tighten a knot inside your belly.

“And daddy’s too,” Natasha murmurs in your other ear, as she thrusts the strap more violently. Her hips are in sync with Wanda’s, both cocks being shoved inside your holes at the same time. Your hands grab Wanda’s waist, scratching her bare skin with the tight grip of your nails.

Your groans get progressively louder, as your butt cheeks bounce with the vehement fucking. Natasha keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, and Wanda hums to Natasha fantasies and words in the other. Your body is wholly consumed by the two women you feel the utmost passion for.

You pleadingly look at Wanda’s face on your side, silently begging for release. “What’s that baby? Wanna cum for mommy?”

You nod eagerly in reply, thinking that maybe this time, you could cum without any more resistance. Deep down, you wanted to be denied as well, though.

Natasha turns your face towards herself, holding your chin firmly. “Not yet, baby. Let daddy play with her fucktoy. You’re so tight around daddy’s cock.” Without much warning, two of her fingers part your lips and choke your throat, while Wanda pulls the collar around your neck. Your nails dig deeper into Wanda’s skin.

Wanda uses her other hand to pinch your nipple, and flicks the hardened bud to stimulate your entire nervous system. God it feels so good. Beads of sweat run down your bodies, and the dark room is getting hotter by the minute. The knot inside your belly keeps tightening.

Once satisfied with the gagging, Natasha retracts her digits from your mouth, a coat of saliva dripping around them. She uses the same fingers to flick your clit in circular motions.

With a hoarse voice, you beg once again, “Please, daddy, please mommy, want to cum, please.” You can feel your pussy clenching around the dick.

They both exchange a glance and give you a smirk. “Cum for mommy and daddy, slut,” Wanda instructs authoritatively. As soon as you feel yourself reach your climax, both of the straps ejaculate inside of you. The warm liquids of your bodies infuse your pussy and your ass, and drip down from the base of the strap-ons.

After one final thrust, Natasha pulls out, letting you fall back in her arms. But Wanda is too focused into dumping all the liquids inside you, that she fucks the trickling cum back into your cunt. “Mommy please… hurts…”

“Easy darling, mommy just wants you to be her little cum dump,” Natasha whispers from behind you. Both her hands cup your breasts, groping them gently with her palms. You keep whimpering and squirming, till Wanda slows down and pulls the faux dick out.

Her breathing is heavy after the intense fucking, so she closes her eyes and smiles, wiping the sweat off her forehead. She immediately leaps forward to kiss you sloppily, almost tossing you, as well as Natasha, over. She watches the two of you make out adoringly but doesn’t resist grasping Wanda’s jaw and kissing her too. Her hands do not move away from your tits, softly kneading them as you lean back against her, taking a deep breath.

Wanda rubs your clit softly, now a swollen nub. The action jolts your whole body as her fingers churn up the exuding juices from your pussy. You moan incoherently, mumbling for her to stop. “Daddy please…” you plead to Natasha as well. They both pull away from the kiss and smirk at you, and Wanda ceases her fingering.

You look at Natasha, head tilted towards your left. Her gaze catches yours in the moment, as you both pant heavily. Your fingers entwine with Natasha’s hair, tucking it back and planting a smooch on her lips. Towards your right, waits Wanda, for her turn too.

It just all makes more sense without words.

[gingiesworld]

Baby It’s Cold Outside

Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Warnings : Slight smut. Angst. Fluff. Afab! Reader

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic @dopeyouth @karsonromanoff

18+ MINORS DNI

The snow was starting to come down, growing heavier by the minute that passed. Wanda was a panting mess beneath Y/N as they thrust the silicone toy into her aching core.

“I’m gonna…” Wanda screamed as she came down from her high. What only started as a movie marathon turned into something much more.

“Are you ok?” Y/N asked once she had calmed down, all Wanda could do was nod before she looked over at the clock.

“Shit.” She pushed Y/N away from her, scrambling to get her clothes on as Y/N threw on their own. “He is going to be pissed.”

“Come on Wanda, he’ll understand.” They told her as Wanda fixed her hair with her fingers.

“He doesn’t know. No one knows about this.” She told them. “Pietro is cooking dinner and my parents are going to be there.” She looked at her phone, seeing multiple missed calls from her twin. “Fuck.”

“Hey, you can’t leave.” They told her, moving closer as she tried to make sure she had everything.

“This was never meant to happen.” Wanda whispered. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“Hey. It’s ok, just give him a call.” They told her as she looked out of the window.

“I won’t be able to get a cab, not in that.” Wanda told them as they gave her a gentle smile, although their heart broke piece by piece everytime she left.

“Stay here.” They tried as Wanda shook her head.

“You know why I can’t.” She whispered as she squeezed her eyes closed. “I’m sorry.” She started for the door as Y/N remained in their spot, frozen and nervous about what they were going to do.

“I am in love with you Wanda.” They told her, causing Wanda to stop. “I have been for a while now and since then, everytime you walk out through that door breaks my heart, little by little.” She took a shaky breath before she turned to face them. “Please stay here, it’s too cold and dangerous out there.”

“But my family?” She whispered as a tear fell.

“They will understand, your safety will be their first priority.” They stood before her, wiping her tears away before Wanda gazed into their eyes.

“I am in love with you too.” She whispered before Y/N placed a tender kiss on her lips. Y/N led her to their room, urging her to get out of her jeans and into something comfier as they prepared dinner.

“My god Wanda! I have been so worried!!” Her twin exclaimed as he answered the phone.

“I’m ok. I am stuck at Y/N’s.” She informed them. “There’s no cab available and well, it’s not going to be a nice walk.”

“As long as you’re safe. I honestly thought about calling around the local hospitals just in case.” He told her.

“You’re such a mom.” She teased him as he chuckled.

“Well, mama and papa will be here until New Year, so maybe you might be able to make it before they leave.” He suggested as she hummed a yes. “Maybe you can bring Y/N too.” He teased her as she swore at him before the two bid their goodbyes.

“My Gran’s famous sloppy soup.” Y/N exclaimed as Wanda smiled as they brought the bowls in on a tray.

“I’ve missed her soup.” Wanda told them.

“I’ve been meaning to cook it but I couldn’t bring myself to do it, until now.” They told her as the two sat side by side, an old christmas movie playing on the TV as they both conversed about the simple things. Both finally happy to have everything out in the open and honest with each other.

[maxislvt]

hi! could you write something with wandanat x reader and forced pet play? love your works!!!

warning: afab!reader, mommy kink (nat and wanda), dubcon, forced pet play, vaginal fingering

this is shit i'm sorry

"Just sit still and let mommy put on your collar."

There was no point in fighting back. Natasha was a highly trained assassin and Wanda was a witch with powers beyond your comprehension. A few months ago it wouldn't have been wrong to say you were a scientific marvel. A genius lucky enough to harvest the power of space and all the stars within it. Though the thought never once crossed your mind, you could beat them in a fight if it came down to it.

Now you were just some plaything for your girlfriends to do whatever they wanted.

"I know it seems weird, but we know what's best," Natasha whispered sweetly. She kept you pinned down as Wanda attempted to tighten the collar around your neck. "There, you look so cute as a puppy," The older woman coed as she peppered your face with kisses.

You leaned away from Natasha only for Wanda to swoop in and start smothering you as well. A frustrated groan escaped your lips. They were starting to overwhelm you. "I don't think I like this," You grumbled.

You should have seen it coming. They always had been your mommies, but Wanda and Natasha started to get a bit too controlling. First, you were too small to cook or use the stove. Then, you couldn't pick out your own clothes. Each day came with another restriction on your autonomy.

Wanda pouted at your words. "But you look so cute as a puppy," She insisted. Her hands cupped your cheeks. "With your little puppy ears and little puppy face." She continued to squeeze and kiss parts of your body. Nothing could stop her from fawning over your "little puppy nose" and "little puppy tummy". Her praise and adoration went lower until she was right between your thighs. "Oh Nat, I think I just found out why our puppy is so cranky today."

Natasha's hand was quick to start teasing. Her middle finger rubbed your slit over your underwear. "Is our precious little puppy all sticky?" Her fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit. She was more than strong enough to keep your squirming body still. "Our little puppy can't think about anything but how sticky their puppy parts are."

"Noo, 'm not a puppy," You whined. Your hands clamped down over your mouth hoping to muffle the desperate noises coming from your mouth. Mommy and mama always made you feel good, but you didn't want to feel good right now. You wanted them to listen. "Mamas not listening," you finally managed to shout out. For a moment, it seemed your outburst had earned you the room to speak.

It did, until Wanda slipped a third finger inside of your cunt and started thrusting into you without much concern for what you had to say.

"But we are listening, baby. Don't you hear how needy your little puppy parts are?" Wanda said sweetly. Her fingers slowed down just enough to drag out the squelching sound coming from your cunt.

Natasha tsked and gave your clit a spanking, only adding to the wet sounds. "You need your mommies to make your parts feel better. Now be good and sit still."

[natashaismylove]

Masterlist

Smut= s | Fluff= f | Angst= a | hurt/comfort= h

My earlier works are mostly in first person, but the later ones are in second and third person.

Taglist

↠Natasha Romanoff↞

♢I’ll always come back (f) (Soft!Nat x Reader)

♢I’m so proud of you (f/a) (Soft!Nat x Reader)

♢I care about you in a different way (s/f) (Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Who you belong to (s) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢first date (s/f) (soft G!p Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Accidents (s/f) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Accidents part 2 (s/f) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Tied up (s) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Pretty girl (s/f) (G!p Reader x Bottom!Nat)

♢Brat (s) (G!p Reader x Bottom!Nat)

♢Goddess (s/f) (soft G!p Nat x plus!size Reader)

♢Not letting you go (s/f) (soft G!p Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢My bride (s/f) (G!p Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢You have to win first (s) (G!p Dom!Nat x gamer Fem!Reader)

♢What do you have to say? (s) (Dom!Reader x G!p Bottom!Nat)

♢My little secret (s) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Possessive (s) (G!p Dom!Nat x Fem!Reader)

♢Daydreaming (s) (G!p CEO!Nat x Fem secretary!Reader)

♢Keep going (s) (G!p CEO!Nat x Fem secretary!Reader)

♢Mistakes (s) (G!p Dom!Reader x Sub!Natasha)

♢Asleep (s/f) (G!p Dom!Natasha x Fem!Reader)

♢No expectations (s/f) (G!p Natasha x Fem!Reader)

♢Schoolgirl fantasy (s) (G!p fuckboy!Natasha x Fem!Reader) (college AU)

♢Fugitives (s/f/a) (G!p Reader x Natasha)

♢Keep quiet (s/f) (Natasha x Fem!Reader)

♢A comforting hand (f/h/s) (G!p Natasha x sick!Reader)

♢It wouldn’t be (s/f) (G!p Natasha x Reader)

♢Sinful (s) (G!p Top!Devil!Natasha x Bottom!Angel!Reader)

♢Another life (s/a) (g!p Natasha X Fem!Reader)

♢A meeting in the dark (s) (Dark!Dom!Vampire!Natasha x Sub!Fem!Reader)

Drabbles:

♢My Dove (s) (Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader)

↠Wanda Maximoff↞

♢Positive (f) (Wanda x Fem!Reader)

♢Sweater (s/f) (Wanda x Fem!Reader)

♢Would a friend do this? (s/f) (Wanda x Fem!Reader)

♢Can I hold you? (f/a) (Wanda x autistic!Reader)

♢It meant something (s/f) (G!p Wanda x Fem!Reader)

♢Images (s) (G!p Sub!Wanda x Fem Dom!Reader)

♢Punishment (s/f) (G!p Bottom!Wanda x Fem Top!Reader)

♢Honey (s) (Dom!Wanda x Fem Sub!Reader)

♢Reunion (s/f) (G!p Wanda x Fem!Reader)

♢Babysitting (s) (G!p dark milf!Wanda x babysitter!Reader)

♢Forever (s) (G!p dark Scarlet Witch x Fem!Reader)

♢A pleasurable loss (s/f) (G!p Top!Reader x Bottom!Wanda)

♢In front of the camera (s) (G!p Dom!Camgirl!Wanda x Sub!AFAB!Reader)

Drabbles:

♢New dynamic (s/f) (G!p Wanda x Fem!Reader) 

♢Hard work (s/f) (G!p Top!Daddy!Wanda x Bottom!Reader) 

↠WandaNat↞

♢The visit (s) (G!p dark!Natasha x Fem!Reader x G!p dark!Wanda)

♢Enemy (s) (G!p dark!Natasha x Fem!Reader x G!p dark!Wanda)

♢Enemy part 2 (s/f) (G!p Natasha x Fem!Reader x G!p Wanda)

♢Workaholic (s) (G!p Dom!Reader x Sub!Nat x Sub!Wanda)

♢Sleepy (s/f) (G!p Nat x G!p Wanda x little!Fem!Reader)

↠Elizabeth Olsen↞

♢New house (s) (Sugar mommy!Elizabeth x Fem sugar baby!Reader)

[widowshaze]

our sweet angel | wandanat

pairing: mommy!wanda x daddy!natasha x gn!reader(afab)

summary: cuddles after some strenuous activities always solve everything.

warnings: 18+ minors dni! mommy!daddy kink, cursing, mentions of edging, some degradation, oral (r giving and receiving), fingering (r receiving) straight fluff at the ending

word count: 2.1k

summary: this was by far the most challenging request i have gotten due to the fact i have never written wandanat x reader before. so it was a challenge to say the least but i definitely think it turned out better than i expected. i hope that this lives up to your request anon, and everybody else’s wandanat fantasies, and i hope you enjoy, happy reading <3

link to the request can be found here

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Your entire body was tingling, every sensation completely overloaded as your tongue lapped at the sweet juices of Nat’s arousal, as one of her hands gripped into your dark trestles and the other held onto the headboard for support. “Right there detka, oh!” Nat moaned out as your tongue flicked across her clit before diving back into her dripping cunt, swirling around between her walls, drinking in as much of her juices as you could as if it were your last meal.

Your entire body was tingling, every sensation completely overloaded as your tongue lapped at the sweet juices of Nat’s arousal, as one of her hands gripped into your dark trestles and the other held onto the headboard for support. “Right there detka, oh!” Nat moaned out as your tongue flicked across her clit before diving back into her dripping cunt, swirling around between her walls, drinking in as much of her juices as you could as if it were your last meal.

Wanda found solace with her own head buried between your legs, flicking her tongue in such a teasing manner, giving you just enough pleasure to have your entire body shaking but not enough to bring you to your release. The restraint she had on your legs with her magic allowed refusal to your multiple attempts at clamping your legs shut around her head, and forcing her to finish you off.

“You’re doing such a good job dorogoy, you’re almost there,” Wanda cooed at you as she circled a delicate finger around your clit before sliding between your slick folds and teasing your entrance, your hips automatically bucking to try and force her finger inside of your needy entrance but the force of her magic halted all of your attempts, and you let out a pitiful whine. This caused a deep throated moan to leave Nat, the vibration from your whine sending shocks straight to the impending orgasm deep within her, the coil inside her stomach tightening as she could feel it approaching.

Wanda watched Nat continue to gyrate her hips on your face, she knew when her girlfriend was close to being finished, the multiple orgasms she had witnessed and the way she knew her body like the back of her hand. She couldn’t deny the fact that the sight before her had her absolutely dripping, her underwear she knew to be soaked and absolutely ruined, her own legs pressing together at the sight before her, but withholding herself from bearing her own release, knowing Nat would have her ass if she did.

Nat’s movements above you were becoming sloppy, a sure sign of her release brewing right on the edge of bliss, as her grip tightened on your hair. Wanda moved up your body and situated herself on your waist, both legs straddling either side as her arms wrapped around Nat’s midsection, beginning to pepper light kisses along the base of her neck. The sight above you almost had you coming undone, sure, getting off with your girlfriends was something you could never sexually relate anything to, but watching them get eachother off, now that was something for the record books, an image imprinted in your brain so clearly that you’d never be able to forget it.

The soft kisses to her neck by Wanda and the way your tongue was fucking into her, had Natasha spilling over the edge as her orgasm completely took over her body. Her movements coming to a stand still as she shook almost violently, her body merely being held up by Wanda’s support, as she continued to pepper kisses to her neck and shoulder, whispering sweet words of “you did so great honey” as Nat came down from her high.

Once she had control over her body once again, Nat climbed off of you and plopped down on the bed beside you, completely spent as both of you tried to regain your breathing. Wanda sat perched atop you as she looked down at you, her dark hair falling down either side of her face as she smirked down at you, leaning down to press an open mouthed kisses to your lips which you immediately reciprocated, releasing a small moan as her tongue slid its way into your mouth, humming at the mixed taste of you and Nat on her tongue.

She pulled away much to your protest as her thumb glided against your bottom lip, collecting more of Nat’s arousal as she brought it up to her lips and sucked the juices off of her thumb, never breaking eye contact with you as she did. That was hands down one of the hottest things you’d ever seen. “Our sweet angel, you’ve been so good for us, I think it’s time for your reward,” Wanda purred out, her voice falling against your ears like silk and your body was shaking with anticipation.

“Please Mommy,” you were barely able to mutter out as Wanda positioned herself between your legs, “God, you know how much I love it when you call me that baby,” she all but growled before diving in, her tongue swiping up between your folds, collecting all of the juices that had accumulated during her torment against your cunt, and you thought that one touch would have you tumbling over the edge.

Nat scooted closer to you, her fingers softly trailing up to your stomach and towards the valley of your breasts, your chest immediately arching into your touch. In any other situation, she would punish you right then and there for being such a needy brat, but she deemed that you had been tortured enough, as she wet her finger tip in her mouth before circling it around your nipple, it hardneding at the immediate contact, a needy moan leaving your mouth as she did.

“Such a needy little whore, aren’t you?” Nat spoke with truth as her finger trailed between your breasts before repeating the same action to the other nipple. Wanda hummed in agreement against your cunt, a shot of pleasure coursing through your body as a whorish moan left your mouth, your hands gripping the sheets so tightly your knuckles were bleeding white. You hated that the smallest of touches by your girlfriends had you squirming on sight, but you weren’t complaining in this exact moment. “Yes daddy, ‘m your needy whore,” you whimpered out, chest arching into her touch.

Nat moved so she was hovering over you slightly, as her tongue continued her torment against your taut nipples, flicking and sucking on one of the buds as her fingers pinched the other between her fingers. “Are you going to be our good little pup and come for us detka? Are you going to come for Mommy and Daddy?” She whispered as her teeth grazed your nipples, and in that exact moment, Wanda’s fingers pressed against that spongy sweet spot deep within your walls and your vision was going black as the most intense orgasm washed over your body.

Your whole body lifted off the bed, a feral moan ripping deep from your throat and you were thankful in that moment for Tony sound proofing each of the rooms, as you were sure the whole compound would have heard you if he didn’t.

Wanda continued a steady pace with her fingers, helping you ride out your high as your body collapsed onto the bed, panting as you tried to catch your breath, blinking your eyes rapidly to regain your vision, in just enough time to see Wanda remove her hand from between your legs, and watch as Nat grabbed her wrist and brought her fingers to her lips, before sucking them into her mouth and cleaning all of your juices off of them. You whimpered at the sight, both of your girlfriends turning their attention back to you.

Wanda reached forward and hooked her fingers into the ring attached to your collar, as she pulled you up and towards her, her lips attaching to yours immediately as her tongue dived into your mouth, allowing you to taste your own arousal on her tongue, causing a moan to reverberate in your throat. “You were such a good little pup for us, weren’t you baby?” You nodded as you whined, reaching your hands out towards both of them with grabby hands.

“Does our little pup want cuddles, hmm?” You nodded quickly at Nat’s question, as both of the women stood from the bed, their retracting features causing another whine to leave you. “Ah ah, stop that whining, we’re just gonna run you a bath first.” Nat said as she grabbed the base of your chin and kissed your lips tenderly, before sauntering off into the bathroom to run the bath. Wanda moved about the bedroom, grabbing clothes for the three of you to change into once you were clean, and you watched her intently, your hands in your lap as you resisted reaching out for her.

It wasn’t long before Nat emerged from the bathroom, stating your bath was ready, and you flew off the bed and into her embrace the second she reached a hand out towards you, she smiled as she peppered soft kisses to the top of your head, leading you into the bathroom as Wanda followed in suit.

Both Nat and Wanda climbed into the bath first, before you quickly climbed in after, situating yourself between their bodies, making sure you were touching either of them in some way, before nuzzling your face in the crook of Nat’s neck, and letting out a breath in pure content. Both women absolutely cooed over you, as they began to help you get cleaned up. Wanda worked on washing your hair, her fingers gliding against your scalp as she massaged the soap in, making sure to not miss even an inch of hair, as Nat worked on cleaning your body, gliding the loofa softly against your skin as she washed away all of the sweat from your strenuous activities.

You could feel yourself drifting off to sleep, the soft touches from your girlfriends aiding in your relaxed state, as they cared for you in such an intimate way, making sure you were always taken care of. Your sleep was closing in on you before you were rudely(okay maybe not) awoken from your almost asleep state, as Wanda brushed some of your wet hair out of your face, her thumb gliding across your cheek delicately. “Come on detka, let’s get you dressed and into bed.” You nodded weakly against Nat’s neck as they helped you out of the tub, wrapping a towel around your body before each wrapping one around their own and leading you back into the bedroom.

You sat on the edge of the bed as Wanda took your towel and dried off every inch of your skin, taking her time to make sure every inch of your skin was covered before taking the towel to your hair and squeezing out the excess water. Nat situated herself behind you on the bed, having dressed herself while Wanda dried you, as she gently brushed through your hair. You leaned back against her as she brushed the knots out of your hair, before braiding it into two braids, something you had expressed before that you enjoyed her doing.

Wanda took the opportunity to dress herself as you were distracted by Nat before returning in front of you, kneeling down as she tapped your leg, “Let me see your legs,” you obliged her demands as you raised each leg to allow her to slide your underwear on first followed by your shorts. She stood as she slid them the rest of the way up and situated them around your waist, before grabbing your shirt and sliding it over your head just as Nat finished braiding your hair. “There you go pup, all done.” Nat spoke softly as she pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

You wasted no time in getting yourself situated under the covers, before whining softly as you reached your hands out to your girlfriends, who both shared a fond smile with each other before taking their places on either side of you on the bed. You were quick to cling to Wanda’s side, as you nuzzled your face into the crevice of her neck and breathed in her scent, the warm smell of vanilla and lavender relaxing you almost immediately. Nat scooted up behind your figure, pressing her front to your back as she secured an arm around your waist.

“Get some rest little pup, you were so good for us today,” Wanda spoke gently into the hair on the top of your head as she placed a soft kiss to your temple, you hummed in response, barely able to form a sentence as sleep overtook you, completely relaxed and at peace, embraced in the arms of both of your lovers.

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[magecrafts]

Hi! First off, love your blog so so much!! Anyways would you be comfortable w/ writing a dom!harley x fem or nb reader fic? Or if that doesn’t spike your interests, what about a wandanat x fem/nb fic with like a good cop/ bad cop dynamic but instead it’s more like one of them being really soft and praising and gentle and the other the total opposite and is rough and degrading?

(Ps I really can’t understate how much I love your blog! I’m gender fluid so I absolutely love that you have fics with a sub r using both pronouns!!)

a/n: !!! thank u for being a sweetheart. i've been in a big wandanat mood lately so. got you. you said nb or fem reader so i went with afab nb reader — hope that's ok! n sorry this took me so long i have been such trash this week.

power and praise.

RATING: E FOR EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ ... MINORS DNI).

wandanat x nb!reader ; nat’s soft. wanda, incredibly, is anything but.

warnings: nsfw, explicit smut, mommy kink, daddy kink, humiliation and degradation, afab language, overstimulation, breeding kink but just for one quick sec. 

i do take requests but please give this a read before doing so!

“Making love is a reward,” Wanda says, looking down at you from where she’s settled on her knees between your thighs. “And I’m not sure you deserve one of those.” 

It’s late. You don’t know how late.

The sun went down hours ago but you’ve been waiting for Wanda since noon.

You know her work days are long, you know she’s in high demand, but you’re — well, you’re you. And, at least in your mind, you take priority over everything. It’s part of your charm. It’s also part of what drives Wanda to put you in your place.

And Natasha lets her.

Your voice slips out quietly, almost shaky, but clear enough: “What do you think I deserve?”

Wanda just smirks.

You swallow thickly, trying desperately to ignore the throbbing between your legs, but you’re bare and spread open and Wanda’s looking at you with a fire in her eyes that chills you to the bone.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?”

She knows it does.

Your only warmth is Natasha behind you, comforting hands drifting up and down your arms, legs framing your hips as she leans against the headboard. She won’t get in Wanda’s way, not when she’s intent on pushing you into submission, but that’s not a problem. You like when Natasha lets Wanda have her way with you, which she does so often, because Natasha’s always right there with her sweet voice in your ear singing the praise that Wanda won’t give you.

“Poor thing,” Wanda coos, closing in on you, hands coasting the sensitive skin of your thighs. “You don’t deserve to be anything more a pathetic little fuckhole for mommy to stuff her cock into.”

Natasha’s hands fall to your sides, fingertips sneaking around to stroke over your ribs, inching towards your belly, soft and slow. “Daddy’s got you,” she mutters, tucking her chin over your shoulder, pressing a gentle kiss to your ear. “Just relax, little one, you’re safe.”

“Are they?”

Your girlfriends share a look that you don’t bother to try and catch because you’re too focused on the strap harnessed to Wanda’s hips. You swear it’s bigger than you remember, bigger than the last time, the fact that you’re wickedly familiar with every single one she owns notwithstanding. She hasn’t taken you like this in weeks — she’s been letting Natasha get all sweet on you — but when she came home from work an hour ago she had a certain look in her eyes that you knew better than to question.

“That’s why I’m here,” Natasha tells her, and even though you can’t see her face the fond smile is evident in her voice. “Also here to watch, but that’s not the point.

Wanda rolls her eyes but leans over to give Natasha’s cheek a little pinch. “You’re too soft on them, Nat,” she says with a tsk. “But I suppose that’s why I’m here.” Her hand falls to your cheek with a firm slap, not enough to hurt but enough to make your cheeks burn and your heart skip a beat. “Now remind me why you’re here, just so we’re on the same page, hm?”

“Go on, sweetheart,” Natasha says, squeezing your hips, “tell mommy why you’re here.”

“To take what I’m given,” you mumble, peering up at Wanda through your lashes.

“And?”

Natasha’s hands find your chest, thumbs grazing over your nipples and pulling a soft sound from your mouth. 

“To let mommy fuck me until I make a big mess,” you tell her, and it almost sounds like a question.

“Good,” Wanda says, a smile thick with condescension easing across her lips. “Your daddy can be as nice to you as she wants, baby, but I don’t have to be.” 

You just nod, waiting impatiently as Wanda spits into her hand and slicks the length of her plastic cock (for show, you know, because you can feel the warm wetness leaking between your legs and it wouldn’t take more than a little push to stuff you full in one fluid motion, but she likes making you wait even if it's just an extra twenty seconds). Anticipation is important to Wanda if only because it makes you restless, and she loves little more than putting you on edge. Which, admittedly, is not at all difficult for her to do when you’re as open and vulnerable as you are. 

Wanda and Natasha’s rigid dichotomy is overwhelming at worst and worldbreaking at best. One is harsh and the other is soft, one tender and the other unrelenting, and together the two of them make for what is — depending on the day — either your worst nightmare or most indulgent dream.

A happy medium, maybe, because as much as you like laying back in Natasha’s arms and having her comforting hands coasting up and down your sides, you like being at Wanda’s mercy, too. You like when she doesn’t give you a choice, when she tells you exactly what she’s going to do and offers no alternative, or makes you tell her. Hell, you even like when she mocks the things Natasha does for you, like you’re lesser for melting at Natasha’s compliments, her praise, or her gentle hands on your body. You like the tender neediness you feel for Natasha as much as you like the burning desire in your belly to submit for Wanda.

“Hold them open for me, Nat,” Wanda says.

Natasha does, slipping her hands down beneath your thighs and pulling your knees back towards your chest. You’ve tried spreader bars, nylon straps, rope — none of it is as satisfying as Natasha holding you open for Wanda’s taking. It’s the way her fingers flex against your thighs, the way her nails dig into your skin when you start to squirm and she needs you to still. It’s her mouth against your ear, saying, “No need to fuss, baby, daddy’s got you,” as you struggle to close your legs.

“God, I love you like this,” Wanda says, trailing her fingertips along your inner thigh. “All spread open and ready to take mommy’s cock. Would you still know how to offer up your little fuckholes if daddy wasn’t here to do it for you?”

You honestly don’t have an answer for that. You also don’t think Wanda wants one.

“I certainly don’t think you would,” she says, wrapping a hand around her strap. She drags the tip over your clit, nudges it against your needy hole, and lets it rest there. “You get so stupid whenever I pull out my cock, it’s a wonder you can even keep your mouth closed. I’m surprised you aren’t laying there with drool all over your chin and your tongue hanging out.”

“Be nice, Wanda,” Natasha says, giving your thighs a gentle squeeze. 

“What for?” In one swift movement she plunges into you, stretching you taut, burying her cock deep in your cunt as she throws out a hand to steady herself on the headboard. “They like it better when I bully them. Don’t you, baby?”

You nod halfheartedly, too focused on the stretch and the heat and the scrape of the leather straps around Wanda’s hips against your thighs as she bottoms out and lingers there. You miss Natasha’s hands on your chest, her fingers toying with your nipples, but you’ll take what you can get. You’ll take her hands clamped around your thighs and holding you open for Wanda because it’s what you’re given, and you always take what you’re given. 

“And you like when I bully your pussy with my cock, don’t you? When I fuck you full and leave your pussy gaping?” Wanda pulls out, leaving the tip of her cock nestled between the lips of your cunt, and lays a hand on your stomach, absently scratching your belly. “I want an answer.”

It takes you a moment — you’re busy clenching around the little bit of Wanda left within you in an attempt to draw her back in — but you get there: “Yes, mommy,” you say, breathless and eager, head falling back against Natasha’s shoulder.

“Yes what?”

“I like when you bully me.”

Wanda relents, buries her cock in you once more, and grins at the choked sound you make.

“And?”

“I — I like it when you bully my pussy with your cock.” 

“I know,” Wanda says, and, “Let go,” she tells Natasha.

And Natasha does, and Wanda props your legs around her waist, dragging her nails over your hips as she fucks into you steadily, heavily, dropping her hands to the crux of your thighs and thumbing open the lips of your cunt to watch her length disappear into your gushing hole over and over again.

Natasha’s voice is warm against your ear, comforting, telling you, “Look how good you’re taking mommy’s cock, little one. That’s it, just like that — you’re doing so good,” and her hands are roaming your body again, showering you with soft strokes, gentle caresses.

You never tire of the stark contrast between your girlfriends, between the ways they treat you, how they lay hands on your body, how they speak to you. You love Natasha’s gentleness as much as you love Wanda’s aggressiveness. You love being praised as much as you love being degraded. And you love the two of them together, here, with you, at one’s mercy and in the arms of the other. 

You love the overwhelming fullness, the push and the pull, and the ownership Wanda exerts over you. You love her nails against your skin and her fingers stealing your breath when you start to make too much noise and she wrenches your jaw open, spits on your tongue, and pushes her fingers past your lips, telling you, “Swallow and suck, baby, “ and, “You can take it, you’ve done it before — don’t pretend like you haven’t,” when your eyes start to water and you choke and sputter around her fingers and your chin in slick with drool.

You love the tickle of Natasha’s fingertips brushing over your ribs, the protective nature of being cased between her legs, laid against her chest, her steady heartbeat thumping against your back. You love when she pushes Wanda’s hand away and slowly strokes your clit, coaxing you along, and when she asks you, “Is it good when I touch you here?” in the softest tone you’ve ever heard her use, even when all you can do is nod and whine around Wanda’s fingers.

“You going to come?” Wanda asks, and you even love that, the thick scorn in her voice and the terrifying glint in her eyes. “Going to milk mommy’s cock with your little whore cunt? Get it nice and wet with all the mess you make?” She pulls her fingers from your mouth, wet with spit, and gives your cheek a slap. “Do it,” she says, daring you, and between Natasha’s gentle fingers stroking your sensitive clit and Wanda’s strap stretching you open, you do.

It rolls over you like a wave, a massive wash of pleasure that sprouts in your belly and tears up your spine and ripples down your limbs and blasts all coherent thoughts from your mind. You feel yourself gush an embarrassing amount but you don’t have it in you to care about that right now. Not when Natasha’s still rubbing your clit, Wanda’s fucking you right through your orgasm, and you don’t know if you can handle another one. 

Somewhere behind you Natasha’s murmuring, “Daddy’s got you, baby, let it all out,” and above you Wanda’s grinning, asking you, “Did you think I was going to let you off that easy? One and done? You can’t honeslty expect me to believe you’re that stupid, can you?”

She doesn’t want an answer. She just wants to watch you fall apart again, which you aren’t all that far away from doing. You can feel it in your bones, the tremble of your muscles, the lack of control between your thighs and the fluid squirting out of your cunt and the embarrassingly lewd sounds it makes each and every time Wanda thrusts into you.

“I bet you wish this was real,” she says, pushing your hair back from your face just to take a fistful and wrench your head back. “Don’t you? Wouldn’t it be nice if mommy could fuck you full of cum, breed your stupid little hole? Even daddy would like that.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” Natasha says after a moment, thumbing over your clit, rubbing it snug between her thumb and forefinger. “But I doubt if you asked them their name right now that you’d get a correct answer.”

She’s not wrong.

You’re blissed out and on the verge of coming undone again, coming on Wanda’s strap, skin shimmering with sweat, eyes glazed over and staring absently up at her with your lips parted and pathetic little noises slipping out every time she rocks into you and fills you to the brim. You can barely feel Natasha’s fingers toying with your clit, or her lips leaving soft kisses on the back of your shoulder.

All you feel is thoroughly used, so warm, so thirsty, and too helpless to do anything about any of it.

[wandasfifthwife]

patience is a virtue₊✩°｡⋆˚ ⁺

—wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || SMUT MDNI, dom/sub dynamic, dom!wandanat & sub!reader, top!wandanat & bottom!reader, strap (r receiving | w giving), grinding, praise kink?, some impact play (one spanking lmao), overstim, packing (w), giving head (w’s strap | r giving), reader’s described to be shy, not proofread

༺ a/n || I’ve never personally been in a dom/sub relationship, so if I get things wrong that’s why! If you’re getting into one— don’t use this as a guide/reference

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It was dark in the room, a light blue light peeking in keeping it every so often from the curtains being blown around by the AC. You were wide awake, having squirming around for maybe twenty minutes. Neither of them had work, and neither did you. It was a Saturday, a holiday weekend. None of you had work today or tomorrow for that matter.

Wanda was incredibly quiet, the position she’s in extremely similar to the one she had fallen asleep in. Natasha’s the opposite; breathing heavily into the bed with one limb touching you or Wanda at all times. Meaning, most nights you slept behind Natasha, her back facing you so you’re not getting forcefully wrapped. Her embrace is lovely, but not when it’s making your temperature rise over 90° degrees.

She’s still somehow found herself curling around you, her leg resting above yours; the second you’ve begun to pull your leg free, she’s pushing off the bed. She’s obviously half asleep, but her eyes brows are furrowed, concern laced in her expression.

“Why’re you up so early, Kit? It’s like 6:30.”

You check and she’s right, the clock reading 6:27. She’s waiting, eyes heavy but still trying to stay open. You’re not sure why. Too much time goes by, her arms pulling you down into her hold.

“Go back to sleep.”

“But I’m not tired—“

She shushes you, “sleep. It’s too early.”

You try to knock her arms away, growing fidgety when her fingers inch closer to where you’re ticklish. It turns into a bit of a brawl, unfortunately with Natasha winning despite being half awake.

“Why’re you guys up,” Wanda asks, exhaustion seeping into her tone, “if you’re going to be loud, take it into the living room.”

You begin to feel bad, understanding that she had gotten back late last night. Natasha had set a bath after your little event yesterday morning. The only time you saw her was when she had come to say her goodbyes and when she crawled into bed.

You don’t remember much of the day, having fallen asleep an hour after your warm bath. The excessive sleep might be why you were up so early on your own.

“Sorry.”

“You’re fine, just keep it down.”

Natasha ends up staying awake, sitting dazed in the living room. Her hair, usually set in a braid when she sleeps, was unraveled; the wavy hair framing her face also fell into yours from where your head rested on her shoulder.

“I still don’t forgive you for this,” you emphasize your words, sliding your finger down your neck to press on the darkened mark.

“Good.”

You laugh when she noses at your neck, pressing a light kiss to the opposite side of where the mark lay. You can’t help but to shiver, the feeling of her lips and the cold affecting you.

“Aww, are you cold?”

“No,” you mumble, but accept her tighter hold with greed, fingers gripping into her sleep shirt. It was then that your stomach decided to break the moment, embarrassing you.

“We could grab breakfast while Wanda finished sleeping in. There’s a restaurant Wanda and I like just down the road.”

“Oh, sure, I’d love to.”

It was even colder outside, the lack of sun causing the cold to manifest its self everywhere. You had Natash’s coat wrapped around you, given to you by her since she fretted over your less than warm coat.

The wind blew, making you shiver and push faster to keep up with Natasha. Her ability to exude warmth even in 50° weather amazes you. She holds the door for you, slipping a hand by your waist once you’ve entered. The gesture making you nervous, focusing entirely too much on her hand’s placement and not the menu in front of you.

It was cute inside, the menu written in chalk behind the counter. Small plans lined the counters and walls, creating a honey vibe. All of these details went unnoticed to you until Natasha’s fingers pinch at your skin.

“What’s got you so spacey, hm?”

“Sorry,” you turn your gaze away, the puffy fabric of her coat ruffling with your movement.

“That’s not what I asked.”

“Oh look! We’re next to order.”

Natasha glances forward, “there’s two more people.”

“Oh oops, I haven’t decided what I want yet.”

She lets it go, moving in front when your time to order comes. You pull at her shirt after, feeling the need to get the guilt off your chest after seeing her pay for your food.

“You don’t have to keep paying for me, I really am thankful but I have my own job for a reason.”

She’s putting her wallet back in her pocket, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “and there’s also a reason why I’m here with you. Let me care for you.”

“I know,” you lead on, “but this is money you’ve worked hard for. It’s not free like everything else.”

“Am I going around kissing everyone on the street?”

“What? No.”

“Exactly.”

You huff, a smile on your face when though you wish it weren’t there. In response to her buying, you offer to bring it back. She denied at first before letting you help seeing as it brought a smile to your face.

Wanda was in a similar state to how Natasha looked when you came back, eyes half lidded when you both enter. She smiles at the sight, “you two are cute, did you go to that breakfast place?”

“We did, I got something for you to.”

She places it front of her before walking by towards the shower, leaving you with Wanda. She gestures for you, showing you the screen on her phone. An event at a nearby art center, where they were displaying an exhibition.

“I can buy tickets if you’d like to go, I remember you mentioning art school when we first met.”

It was crazy that you first met them just over a week ago when the moments you had with them lately felt like you’ve known them forever. They walked with you back to your house, stopping by momentarily for you to pick up a few things seeing as you’ve all decided you’ll be staying the weekend.

The event wasn’t until later, around dinner time. When the sun had begun to set you three left from their apartment seeing as it was closer to three museum. Wanda’s shadow stands above you, grabbing your attention.

“At the museum there’ll be some ground rules, alright?”

You glance up from putting your shoes on, “okay.”

“Look at me. Don’t run off without at least one of us beside you—there’ll be a lot of people.”

You nod and she continues, “and I know you’re good for us, but if we ask you to move somewhere, I advise you it’s best to listen and not talk back.”

You welcome the kiss from her after, leaning towards her when she pulls away. Her thumb rubs your cheek, “later, if you’re good.”

Her words are a faint whisper, eliciting a response from you. She smiles at your compliance, calling out to Natasha.

It wasn’t difficult to stay close to them, the large crowds making you anxious. The exhibit was beautiful, the paintings and art pieces a contrast from the cream colored walls. Some were simple, paintings showing a lovely landscape. Some were abstract, multiple colors and shades painting a vibrant picture. Wanda preferred to read the manuscript beside each painting, taking her time throughout the exhibit. Natasha was more intrigued by your conversations, learning about each painting through audible description.

There was a section you hadn’t visited, the one on the third level. It was the one you were most looking forward to, the main room you were looking forward to. With how slow Wanda was navigating the room next to the exhibit, you were being driven up the wall. You wonder if she knew. The speed she had feeling like it was slowing down as you got to the end of the room. That’s when you’ve begun to grow impatient. You tried to be appreciative, but you were burnt out and your back was beginning to ache from standing so straight. Wanda had been keeping a hand on your back throughout the night, tapping when she felt you’ve started to slouch again. A faint whine reaches her ear. The expression on your face tired but guilty once she’s looks over at you.

“Hmm?”

“Can we move faster?”

“No, lm having a nice time looking around this room.”

“Then can Natasha and I go together?”

“To that one,” she asks, pointing across the hall to the room you’ve been eyeing the past twenty minutes, “that’s what we came for, kitten. Wait until I’ve finished so we can all go together.”

“No,” you whine, but it’s cut short immediately.

“Do you want to go home?”

“No.”

“Then cut that out now.”

You stop whining, but your impatience still makes its appearance in other ways. You try to distract yourself by talking with Natasha, pulling on Wanda’s arm to make her move faster once she’s reached the last artwork in the room. Each work she reads off the plaque felt like it’s being read in 0.25 speed, not a single word went unread. Your nails were pushing into Natasha’s arm, plastering a smile on your face when Wanda looks back at you. There’s a knowing look on her face; the pained look on Natasha’s face and your tense body language says everything.

“I’m ready to move on,” she finally says.

You and Natasha both sigh in relief for different reasons. Wanda laughs, patting your back as she walks down the hallway.

Your nails unhook themselves from Natasha’s arm, feeling guilty at the nail prints.

“Sorry,” you mumble, rubbing at the marks, “I didn’t realize.”

“It’s fine,” she brings a finger to rub at where you’ve attempted to hide her mark, the faint touch making you shiver.

It seems nice at first, getting to the exhibit you’ve been waiting for. You have had a lovely time, but everything faded away after Wanda had praised you. Her words were spoken close to your ear, words laced with lust, stating how she’s going to reward you. This time you were squirming for something else, impatience burning inside you along with something else. Curiosity.

The second their apartment door was opened, Wanda was on you. She had you up against the wall, the one directly across from the front door. A hand was holding your thigh, hooking it around her waist, allowing her to push further into you. You find it was all intentional when she grinds her hips against yours, pulling a gasp from you when you realize.

“Wands—“

She cuts you off with a slap your thigh, “try again.”

“Mommy,” you say and she nods, willing you to continue, “is that—?”

Her smile is an answer, cold fingers slide under your shirt, circling around to squeeze your ass. You keen, body sliding against hers.

“Get on your knees,” she breathes, pulling away from you.

The sight of looking up at her is pulling the air from your lungs. She’s silently demanding you keep your eyes on her with how tight she’s holding your chin.

“Pat my thigh twice if you need to stop, alright?”

“Yes mommy.”

She moans, making quick work of undoing the belt wrapped around her waist with one hand, her other leaning over you. Her belt falls to the floor, the clanging noise making you squeeze your eyes shut. The feeling of her tapping the tip against your bottom lip brings a blush to your cheeks.

“Open your lips, kitten.”

You do, the feeling of her pushing in has your head hitting the wall behind you. She’s enjoying the sight of you, eyebrows tied together, hands shyly hovering over her thighs. She keeps a hand on her waist, pushing and starting a rhythm that has you moaning. You’re a mess under her, head resting against the wall, jaw relaxed to take her comfortably. Your sounds are muffled around her length, choked and gasping.

She’s deciding it’s enough when tears spill from your eyes. Your chin glistens, lips swollen from her ministrations and it’s all driving her crazy. She’s helping you off the floor, dusting your knees off before carrying you to the bedroom. You’re in a koala hold, legs wrapped around her waist.

“Feel how wet you made it,” she sweet talks, pulling your bottom half off the bed, “it’s all because of you.”

You whine, gripping onto her wrists that lie beside your head. She pecks your lips, “please tell me you’ll say whenever you feel in pain, or uncomfortable, or if you need to stop?”

“I will,” you breathe, “I promise.”

She lines up before pushing her hips forward, eyes growing cloudy at the sounds you make as she bottoms out. You wince when it pushes up, her size stretching you out still.

She runs a finger around where you meet, “you’re so tight around me.”

Her hips jerk unexpectedly, pressing against a spot that makes you see white. You’re whining, begging her to move with a push of your legs around her waist.

Your moans echos throughout the room, loud and airy. Natasha’s been in the shower long than usual, fingers moving in circles around her clit at your pretty sounds. Unbeknownst to her Wanda’s doing the same for you, a thumb rubbing against your bud until you feel you’re about to blackout.

“Mommy—please can I?”

“Yes,” it’s a simple response but it’s all you’re needing to hear, a choked whimper bubbling out from your throat as you’ve been brought to the edge.

Wanda flips you over, not giving you a moment and pressing your face into the mattress with the force of each thrust. You couldn’t help but to cry out into the sheets, the pleasure she brought on overwhelming you.

“Mommy!”

“Mm, you’re taking it so well. I’m so proud, you want to make me proud, right?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” you gasp, reaching a hand to grip at the sheets above your head, pushing back against her. The pleasure from your orgasm before increases each time her tip presses deeper into you.

“Please, please—I’m going to again.”

“Beg.”

“Mommy, please let me come. I’ve been good.”

Natasha comes to sit by the edge, a towel thrown tied across her body. She’s thankful for leaving when she did, it was the perfect time to watch you come a second time, body writing from the pleasure overwhelming your body.

Natasha brushes the tears from your eyes, hoping to distract you from Wanda pulling out.

“How’re you feeling?”

“Hold me?”

She complies, not caring about the thin shine on your body despite having just finishing a shower. It was only a “shower” anyways.

She’s holding you until Wanda’s finished throwing on a large shirt, clothes from before thrown into the hamper. Natasha passes you over so she can do the same, leaving to step inside their closet.

“Shh, you did so good.”

She runs a hand down your arm, smiling at the goosebumps forming from her touch. You’re out of breath, forehead leaning against her cold chest to fight the heat wrapped around your body.

“Would you like to take a shower, a bath?”

“A showers fine,” you respond, voice raspy.

You both actually ended up taking a shower because your legs shook when you tried to stand. Wanda was concerned you’d slip, especially seeing how your hips swayed. She spares you any teasing, carefully walking you into the bathroom.

“People are going to know you two mess with me,” you speak up from your place in the bathtub, watching Wanda brush her hair in front of the mirror.

“They might. Is this something you’re worried about?”

“Yeah,” you circle the water around your finger, “I love it, I’m just shy showing it to others.”

“And that’s alright. Not everyone will get it as good as you do, you don’t have to be shy.”

“Oh. Okay well that’s—“

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She was Sunshine, I was Midnight Rain • Wanda x Fem!Reader • 3.4k words • 18+

Summary: Wherever you go, the anxiety follows. The only way you feel safe is when you’re alone with Wanda, but she loves partying a little too much.

You’re An Idiot & I Love You • Wanda x Fem!Reader • 4.0k words • 18+

Summary: After Thanos, you and Wanda quit the team to live a peaceful life together, trying to leave behind the trauma.

The Sky Is Where I Fell (For You) • Wanda x Fem!Reader • 3.7k words • 18+

Summary: When you and a former fellow trainee attend a flight together, but a really attractive blonde wishes to dally with you, feelings unravel.

Lover • Wanda x Fem!Reader • 2.2k words • 18+

Summary: Living with your love, Wanda, in a distant cottage gives you a lot of space to do a lot of… stuff.

Shower Thoughts • Wanda x Fem!Reader • 1.4k words • 18+

Summary: Wanda just kinda ✨punishing✨ you

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Summary: The cuteness aggression gets insufferable once you get some time with your wife after a long day of work.

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Driving Lessons • Natasha x Fem!Reader • 2.3k words • 18+

Summary: Nat teaches you how to ride her motorbike.

Come Home to My Heart • Natasha x Fem!Reader • 4.0k words • 18+

Summary: You rekindle with a childhood lover, now on the other end of the world. The love is still passionate, vibrant, but just far away. So you go back to meet her. // based on Supercut by Lorde

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Bratty Sub Wanda Maximoff x Tamer Dom GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Afab! Reader. Rough Sex. Praise and degradation kink.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Tony was throwing one of his usual parties, of course Wanda wanted to keep her relationship with Y/N a secret from the rest of the team, so the two arrived separately. Y/N kept a watchful eye on the brunette as she conversed with other strangers, laughing with them and touching their arms. Earning sheepish smiles from the men and glares from their wives.

It was when she dragged Vision, the synthezoid who holds a spark for the witch. She started to grind against it as she smirked at Y/N. Watching as they downed their drink and making their way over to them. Gripping her wrist and dragging her away harshly.

“What the hell!” She yelled as they pushed her against the wall. “I was having fun!”

“You were having too much fun.” They growled as they wrapped their fingers around her throat. “And that robot had his hands all over what is mine.”

“I am not yours.” She challenged, watching as a devilish glint appeared in their eyes.

“Yes. You. Are.” They enunciated each word as they moved closer to her. “Mine and mine, alone.”

“Y/N.” She started only to moan as they squeezed her throat.

“Do I have to remind you?” They asked her as she just nodded. They gripped her arm, leading her towards the elevator and pressing the button for their floor. Pushing her inside her room and locking the door. “Strip.” They ordered her as they sat in the chair, loosening their tie. They tutted when she stripped too fast. “No. Dress and then strip. Give me a show.” Wanda huffed which turned out to be the wrong thing to do. “You fucking whore.” They growled as they threw her onto the bed. Wanda couldn’t help but moan, the arousal already dripping down her thighs. “Fucking scoff at me.” She watched as they unbuckled their belt, pushing their trousers and boxers down. “On your knees.” She was quick enough to do as she was told, wrapping her hand around the strap before she wrapped her lips around it. Bobbing her head as Y/N kept their hands in her hair, guiding her movements. “Such a slut for me.” They pulled her away harshly before slapping her across the face. Wanda clenched her thighs together at the stinging sensation. “Hands and knees.” They growled, watching as Wanda turned around, smirking at the sight of her perky ass on full display. “What’s the safe word?” They asked her before inserting the silicone cock.

“Scarlet.” She told them firmly as Y/N massaged her ass cheeks.

“Good girl.” Wanda moaned as they pushed the cock inside her aching core. Their hands gripped her hips harshly as they pounded into her. Soon pushing Wanda’s head into the pillow as her arms gave out. Moaning as they continued fucking her through her orgasms.

Soon enough, they lay on their back as Wanda rode them, chasing her own high as Y/N roughly kneaded her breasts.

“Such a cock slut for me.” They husked out as Wanda nodded, earning a rough slap as they sat up. “Say it.” They growled.

“Your cock slut.” She panted as she reached her high, screaming her name as she squirted all over them.

“Fucking slut.” They sneered as they gripped her jaw. Kissing her roughly as she nodded. Kissing them tiredly before they helped her off of them, laying her down before going for a damp cloth to clean her up.

“I love you.” Wanda whispered as Y/N threw the cloth into the hamper.

“I love you too Wanda.” They lay behind her, wrapping their arms around her and holding her close, sighing at the skin contact.

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Marvel

Bucky Barnes

Calm

When I’m With You

You’re Worth It All

Little Kitten

Home Again

Just Like His Dad

Jealousy, Jealousy

Letters

Haunting Past

This Is Home ☆

Sleep Deprived

Is This The Life?

Loving Him ☆

Natasha Romanoff

Birthday Surprise

Take A Compliment

Pancakes

Simplicity

Pietro Maximoff

Hit Me

Wanda Maximoff

I Smell Snow

Attentive ☆

Sticky Notes

Relax My Love ☆

Loki Laufeyson

I Know You Best

WandaNat

Comfort

Yelena Belova

Eventually

Moon Boys - Steven Grant/Marc Spector/Jake Lockley

Petrichor - Steven Grant x reader ☽

Cupcake - Steven Grant x reader

It Only Takes A Taste - Steven Grant x reader

Eros - Steven Grant x reader

Rest - Steven Grant x gn!reader

New Year - Marc Spector x gn!reader

Not A Bad Morning - Steven Grant x gn!reader

Happy Birthday Marc - Marc Spector x afab!reader & Steven Grant x afab!reader ☆

Wrong - Jake Lockley x afab!reader

Summer Break - stories with all the boys ☽

Star Wars

Poe Dameron

The Commander & The Star

The Last Of Us

Joel Miller

By Any Means ☽

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— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ summary || your friend suggests a way for you to let go of your daily stress and enjoy intimacy—finding a dom. you end up finding not one, but two and on top of that you end up craving more than what you signed up for. (I suck at summaries i’m so sorry)

༺ tw summary || a majority of this storyline is 18+ so MDNI, dom!natasha, dom!wanda, sub!reader, bd/sm play, smut, hurt/comfort, angst w/ happy ending, top!wanda, switch!natasha, bottom!reader, reader is feminine/afab, wanda/natasha established relationship (dating) —> wandanat & reader established relationship, reader’s friend/roommates won’t have a name!

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— wandanat x fem/afab!reader

༺ tw || discussions of sexual acts/kinks but nothing (yet), reader deals with stress/anxiety, dom/sub dynamic/relationship, dom natasha/wanda w/ sub reader, reader’s personality is described to be shy/anxious/introverted, not proofread

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The city was truly a different world at night just with the way everything seems to take a breath of life. It was cooler, a breeze making its way through the buildings to cause goosebumps on any person walking by. It was cold enough that your friend had thought to try and hurdle you under their jacket, something you forgot to bring.

They didn’t seem to mind, pulling you under the warm blanket of a coat and rushing the two of you towards your apartment. You had just finished dinner—using it as a way to bond and meet up since work has separated you both for too long—and now we’re heading back to your apartment.

“You’re back,” one of your roommates speaks up from their location on the couch, “how was dinner?”

“Great, but I was freezing. You were right about bringing a jacket tonight, I really should’ve.”

“The winds tunnel through these buildings, it’s always good to pack a jacket.”

“Yes well thank you. Is it alright if my friend stays over?”

Your roommates waves a hand, dismissing her claim and focusing back on the tv show. The sounds of whatever bachelor show was playing quiets once you’ve shut your door behind you.

Your friend pins you with a look as she lays down flat into your bed, “what’s the deal with that person from work?”

“It’s really nothing, I think some people are just going through a rough time.”

“Okay well whatever—babe, it’s still not okay.”

There’s a creak in your bed once you’ve decided to join her, the old thing hanging on since you’ve not been able to afford a new one.

“Yeah sure they’ve made some rude comments, but they weren’t that bad.”

“Not to mention they also stole your idea and they’ve been aggressive towards you for no reason—tell them that they’re being a bitch.”

The emotions liked to confrontation are like sinking to the bottom of a body of water, suffocating. Your friend lies beside you, waiting, but her raised eyebrows give away her impatience, waiting to argue with you over your hesitation. A sigh makes it way out, a vocalization of how you’re feeling on the inside, “I really don’t know if I need to.”

“It’s less of a have to and more of a should do. Just be a bitch back,” she makes a poor attempt at reeling in her aggression after your expression of disgust, “or at least talk to someone higher up.”

“I’ll maybe talk to someone later—“ you put a hand up to silence her oncoming attack “—and that’s it. I appreciate you caring.”

“I just want you to be able to stand up for yourself.”

“I know, and I love you for that, but I’m done with stressful topics. I’d like to just talk about exciting things.”

She deadpans, “but this fun.”

A laugh filled amusement fills the room, your foot coming to shove her. There’s a pause after, ears turning into the smaller and more minute sounds. Dramatic stage music, though silenced by your door, it’s loud enough to still make an entrance in your room along with the sirens outside. The sheets rustle as your friend moves onto her side, body facing towards you. It was a gentle breeze until she began to fight off a grin, the thoughts in her mind almost driving a crazed expression in her face.

“Have you thought anymore about what I said?”

“You talk a lot, which of those many conversations are you mentioning?”

“The stress-relieving one.”

The words are quick to bring a similar crazed expression on your own face, one similar to your friend’s but more terrified.

“No.”

“Aw come on. I do it and it’s worked wonders, I still know—“

“I’ve heard enough for one night, you’re too public with it—how’re you not embarrassed?”

She rolls, resting her head on you, “you’re shy, I’m not. I don’t care what others say.”

“You’re weird.”

Her shoulders upturned in a shrugging motion, the vibration from her low hum ticking your stomach. The floor creeks again when she slings her feet off the mattress to find something to eat, leaving you alone for a minute. It seemed to stretch forever due to waiting every second to ask her a burning question. It was nearly on fire when she finally came back, the words tumbling from you.

“Who’re the people?”

It was, technically, four words that set off an hour and a half conversation.

Your friend’s persistently paid off after about two months of bringing it up. It started out as a question to check up, formed into a joke/tease, and ended up as a proposal. You’ve eventually thawed, only tonight feeling comfortable enough to ask, allowing yourself to be curious. It was curiosity, but you strayed far away from any sexual conversations, feeling that topic would actually throw you over the edge.

You pick at your nails, a nervous habit to ease the discomfort of the vulnerable conversation, “what do you do?”

“You mean my role? It’s what I said before, I’m a dominant in our relationship.”

“How often do you do it?”

“Sex?”

Her hand swats at your shoulder, enabling your fidgeting to become actions of aggression. You shove back, “fuck off.”

“Anyways, it depends on each relationship, but for us we fall into it most nights. Usually they come home and I can pick up the signs. I came to understand their body language about a month after us dating that they’re feeling a specific way.”

“Too intimate.”

“Oh yeah, it’s intimate and entirely built on trust. It’s why I love it so much,” your friend reached a hand over, stretching to reach until her fingers wrap around her phone, “I’ll send you their number. It’s entirely up to you from this point on. But genuinely though, if anything I say is making you uncomfortable let me know. I truly have just wanted to help.”

It wasn’t brought up again. An episode of some old show capturing the both of your attention the rest of the night, her scratchy laugh engraved in your mind from how often she found the dialogue hilarious. A small red mark forming from when she got too excited, jumping on the bed and bouncing your body to move and hit a dull item nearby. Thankfully you don’t have neighbors that occupy the room below you.

It was a sad goodbye when you both had the knowledge of how busy your schedules were. You had a form of contact, your phone, but you didn’t always have access to her in person. The lights in the apartment were shut off, the dark almost navy hue covers the room. You clicked your phone on, squinting from the onset of light before checking your recent text from her, “their” contact information sitting open on your phone for the night.

It turned out to be a weak battle, with the conflict being between man vs man. You had daily arguments with yourself, both sides—heart and mind—fighting with valid reasons. You don’t know if they’d be a weirdo overtime. They could not win your trust, or understand you, step over you like your coworker at work has been.

It could be a waste of time to be so intimate with someone and have the time come to a close, so you make a new space in your contacts for their number. You had a simple message typed out, introducing yourself and how you got their number, and then prompt turned your phone off.

The waiting period consumed you.

Brushing your teeth, you’d flip your phone to find that the notification was another spam email from a store you visited two years ago, reminding you to unsubscribe yet again. At work, you’d even pulled your phone from where it rested under your thigh to check whenever it buzzed. It was impossible to deny when the evidence was written all over your face, but you liked to believe you didn’t care.

The earth spun a whole two times and you’d still gotten no response. You checked your phone less, initial nerves transforming right into worry. Were you bothering them?

“Stop fretting,” your friend told you over the phone and then proceeding to let out a laugh at your embarrassed rant, all about how you regret reaching out.

“Hey, I wouldn’t have hooked you up if I thought they weren’t interested. It’s barely been two days.”

“You’re right,” your phone sat across from you, giving you the perfect view to stare at her personalized contact photo,

“Give it time.”

You had another speech about to spill about how you’re not going to obsessively check anymore, but that buzzed sound you’ve grown to respond to rapped against your wooden table.

Your lungs contract, closing when a contact with no profile photo and definitely no name appears. Your friend’s voice becoming background noise as your focus snaps to the unopened message, watching it as it slides away.

“Okay well I have to sleep. Love you, stop freaking out.”

The call ends abruptly, a habit of hers you’re usually frustrated with but now you’re grateful. Nerves at a new high for the day when a second message comes in. Feet patter on the hound, carrying you to climb into your room.

Realizing they’ve messaged you back is both an energy drainer and giver. Lights bright on your face while you’re unlocking your phone, clicking on the chat button. Your mind makes up the worst scenarios in hopes to keep your expectations low, but as your eyes sweep across the text a smile appeared on your face.

Long text summarized, they’d love to meet you in person and brief information was shared. They’d agreed to meet halfway at a coffee shop in Manhattan named, “coffee project nyc.”

The closest subway station was swarmed with a dozen people, the time on your phone being the explanation behind why others were brushing against you on the train. They contained to when after the train had arrived, pulling you along with them like a terrible tide.

Your phone map is a virtue, showing you the route until the cafe is in sight just across the street. It was across the street but your feet were stuck to the side you were on. Seconds passed like milliseconds, speeding up like your breathing.

The door had a little bell, one that rang when you walk through and sit down at the closest open seat to you. Eyes set on your phone screen like you were doing something meaningful by scrolling through already opened texts.

A new text appeared, a statement, telling you that they’d arrive. It wasn’t the intention, but you realized you hadn’t told them you had also arrived. The bell rung as it did for you, signaling to you and the others in the building that another had entered.

Her tone was clear when she spoke to you, leaning so she can look at your eyes. An air of calm around her when she introduced herself, saying how nice it was to meet in person.

“Is there anything you’d like from here? Natasha’s in line to get herself something.”

“Oh no,” you internally wince at how high your tone is pitched, “I’ll just pay for my own later!”

“It’s on us if you’d like any,” she repeats the offer with a smile. The scent from all the coffee beans and tea leaves is too addicting, filling your senses and pulling at the right heart strings to make you weak.

“If it’s okay could I maybe get a tea?”

“That’s perfectly fine. Natasha hasn’t ordered you yet, you can go tell her your order,” she says, words emphasized by her finger directing you to find the women fifth in line. An apology comes out as a whisper, feeling bad when you have to cut between two people holding a conversation.

“Hi,” you breathe, feeling nervous about being pushed to her warm body by those in line and others trying to move about.

“Breathe,” she says, pausing your sentence until she’s seen you visibly take a breath.

“Sorry,” you say, the unwarranted apology causing her eyebrows to furrow.

“Why sorry? You don’t have any reason to be.”

You say it again but she makes no pays if no mind, a gentle hand coming to rest under your forearm.

“Would you like something?“

The words you had spoken to wanda are repeated, asking about ordering a tea with another apology following right after. You fear she’s upset, but every movement she makes is kind, soft.

“You don’t have to apologize. Go wait with Wanda, I’ll bring it over once it’s made, okay?”

You thank her what feels like ten times, hoping each one is more sincere than the other before stepping away, mindful of the kicked up carpet. Wanda’s smiling at you, reaching over to push your chair out.

“Did you get a tea?”

“I did, thank you two—seriously—I appreciate this.”

Her response comes out as a hum, the words, ‘of course,’ mended together through the one sound, “how was your ride over? You mentioned the trip only being a few minutes, correct?”

“Usually yes.”

“Have you been here before then?”

“Not really, I don’t go out often. If I did I’d ruin my budget plan.”

The smell of the store is amplified once the cup is placed in front of you, the gentle steam floating off the top smelling exactly like the aroma in the small room. The seat to the right of you is pulled out, taken by Natasha a second later. Hers smells of coffee, a darker roast you’re familiar with from one of your roommates making it in the morning.

She picks through the sugars on the table, ignoring Wanda’s advice to leave the sweetness alone; Wanda mentions again how it impairs her dreams, giving her terrible nightmares instead. Natasha acknowledges what she says and still pours two in, her defense being the brand labeling itself as a ‘natural sugar’ as opposed to some other popular companies.

You turn to Wanda, “do you like to drink coffee or tea?”

“I do,” she says, fingers brushing under yours to stabilize the tilting hold you had on the cup, “every now and then I’ll get a tea.”

She quirks a quick smile, the mood fading fast once she’s turned her attention to Natasha and how bright the coffee has become. Natasha pulls the cup away from her extending grasp, bringing the cup to her lips with a grin.

“Do you work?”

“I do! I work in marketing at a real estate company, basically meaning I create pamphlets and design their websites. Do either of you have a job?”

Natasha keeps the mug in her hands, not letting go despite the heat, “we do. I work as a mechanical engineering, Wanda’s does corporate finances.”

You later worry about how your emotions are written on your sleeve seeing how they noticed the slightest change in your body language. Wanda lets her hand drift off of yours seeing as you’re now paying attention to how you’re holding it, “what do you do?”

“Nothing crazy like that. I sell art pieces, occasionally teach somewhere like an art class or work as a substitute for a school if needed.”

“Did you go to school for art?”

“I did, somehow passed to with how strict a few teachers were.”

They then ask to see a piece you’ve done, listening to every word you’re saying on every detail of each individual piece. You show ones you’ve sold, ones you’ve given as gifts to friends/family members, and some you’ve painted for yourself. You ease into the moment with every passing minute, tense muscles and fidgeting movements calming.

The room is small, but busy. A multitude of conversations being held in one place, all forming and coming together like the infamous background ambiance.

A watch on Wanda’s wrist catches light when she flicks her sleeve down to check the time, a deep sigh coming from her when she realizes it’s past 9:30PM, “it’s getting late.”

Natasha hums, grabbing your cups and stacking them to take to the dish bins nearby. You stand when she does, grabbing your coat to toss over your shoulders.

“We can walk you home if you’d like, it is quite dark out.”

You take a glance as well, the scarcity of light on the street enough for you to accept her help. The sidewalks are small, pushing you to walk so close to them you’ve stepped on Natasha’s shoes two times already. They keep close to you, sitting beside you in the subway ride. You’ve told them that you’re grateful they’ve offered to walk you back, but that you also feel bad for taking up their time. They keep reassuring you, every time gentle, if not gentler than the last.

The street becomes familiar again, the lights from your balcony coming into view. The little store building with the apartment complex above it, your little home. It’s never fully quiet, but at this minute in the hour it almost feels like it’s just the three of you. An occasional car, bike, and stranger may walk by, but you barely notice.

“Would you like to see my apartment?”

“I wouldn’t mind a tour,” wanda says, her words making you smile and excitedly being to unlock the door. It’s late enough that either your roommates are out or asleep, leaving you and them to walk into a silent space. It’s entirely too quick tour; only showing them your balcony, bedroom, living room, and kitchen while trying to be quiet for the one roommate trying to sleep.

Wanda calls your name, finding you in your bedroom after hearing where your voice came from and following it. Your room is reflectively dark, only light source coming from the dim lamp by your bed. The one you’ve been meaning to repair.

“How’re you feeling?”

“I’m good, a bit tired.”

“I mean about this.”

Your lips fall slightly ajar, taken a bit off guard. She’s not rushing you at all, leaning against your vanity. She’s even gone far enough to not make you even more nervous by moving her gaze anywhere but you.

“I—“ you freeze momentarily when you realize Natasha’s come to stand in your doorway, “I’d like to if that’s okay with you.”

“We’d love to. Later tonight I can send you some papers for you to look over whenever you feel ready.”

You nod, thanking them with a smile. They bid you goodnight, both mumbling sweet words about the night. They both pull you into them, wrapping their arms around you in a gentle embrace before pulling back. You’re inside with heating AC and yet when they pulled back you felt colder.

Once the doors shut, the rooms entirely too quiet, the silence emphasizing the emptiness of their disappearance. They already made an impression, their good nights making you feel twice elated. It shows in your night routine, a smile etched on your face from the night. How beautiful they are, how someone they wished to also see you again, how they were mindful and intentional.

You had gotten dressed, wrapped up in your sheets with your phone settled between you, scrolling through the sweet text they sent after and the documents. The first were fine, but the last few brought nerves to the surface. Explicit acts and suggestive themes filled the page, maybe half you’ve never heard of. They were reassuring though, stating that you’d all run through them together once finished. During the whole process they were helping to answer any questions or concerns you had until you were ready to print and fill it out. After a week and a half you make your relationship official.

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