and when the world needed u most.. u vanished
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OMG ANON IM SO SORRY :( i got so busy with uni but i promise iâm working on something !!
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donât care about the fact that sheâs so fucked up in the head. at least she remembers we like pink bandages
BITE THE HAND THAT FEEDS. mdni. 18+.
pairings: dark ! natasha romanoff + f ! reader
summary: natasha has always liked to hunt, and it's even better when her prey is a pretty girl
warnings: violence, abuse, bear trap, injury, established kidnapping/established relationship, almost outdoor sex, public indecency, hair pulling, impact play, groping, guns, daddy kink
wc: 3.2k~
âNatasha, please.â You whimper, grabbing at her wrist to try and ease some of the strain on your hair as she drags you out of the house and through the yard. âStop, I donât want to do this.â Tears are rolling down your cheeks now from the pain in your scalp and your face from the previous punches Natasha threw your way.Â
âReally? Couldâve fuckinâ fooled me.â Natasha growls, tugging harder and making you trip over your own feet before she hauls you up, only to push you to the ground afterwards, glaring at your shaking form on the ground.Â
This was your fault, you shouldnât have tried to run. It was stupid, you know that now. You just wished you had more freedom, thatâs all.Â
You were naked save for the panties and bra she allowed you to keep on, having forced you to strip about ten minutes prior. Your body trembled in the chilly autumn air of whatever part of Russia Natasha inhabited, one of the Oblasts you think, it was the most likely, but you werenât sure. She didnât like to keep you conscious while she was traveling, so you were never quite sure where you were. But you know youâve been in this specific place for a while now, at her out of place house, in the middle of nowhere, in the Russian wilderness.Â
You startle when you hear a knife make a soft thud on the grass next to you and you look up at Natasha, sniffling and trying to wipe your tears away. You know she doesnât like it when you cry over nothing like this. âTasha, Iâm sorry, I promise. Please, Iâll be good, I donât want to do this again.â Your bottom lip wobbles and you try to keep your voice even, but it trembles and you know Natasha heard.Â
âDonât âTashaâ me.â She scoffs, crossing her arms over her chest. âPick up the knife. Get up.â And when you donât make any moves to get up, still hoping sheâll change her mind, she lands a harsh kick to your thigh and you whimper. âNow! Donât make me say it again.â
You squeak involuntarily, tears starting to spill down your cheeks again. You donât like when Natasha yells at you, even more than you donât like when she hits you like this and treats you like a ragdoll. âIf you donât like it, then donât do anything to deserve itâ you can hear her voice in the back of your head. You shouldnât have done anything to upset her. Everything that happens from now on is your fault, you know that, but still, you canât help but wish Natasha would be just a little nicer.Â
You grab the hunting knife with a shaky hand, gripping the handle and starting to stand up. âYou want to be a good girl?â She asks and you nod hesitantly, you know where this is going. âThen you can be a good girl by getting out of my sight. You wanted so badly to leave this morning, so go on then.â
âBut Tasha, Iâm notâ Iâmââ
âWhat the fuck did I just say? Go!â
The loudness of her voice is enough to have your body moving before your brain even registers what she said, scrambling away like a scared animal. Youâve always hated when Natasha got like this, you donât like this game. Youâve never played it like this, but itâs never been fun either way.
The game is really quite simple, Natasha is the predator and you are her prey. She gives you five minutes to runâ ten minutes if sheâs feeling particularly nice, before she comes after you. The knife is because sheâs not that cruel, she doesnât want some wild animal to be the reason you die. You are in the Russian wilderness, afterall. All of the previous times sheâs done this youâve been fully clothed, though, and you wish she had let you keep your clothes on this time, too.
She must have been feeling particularly mean to make you do this in the current weather. Itâs not horribly windy, but the air is not still either, and the wind that blows past is bitter and cold. You think the time on the clock read 4:26pm when Natasha dragged you through the living room, which meant you had about two hours before the sun would set.Â
Natasha had never really let you outside late enough for the sun to set, and you werenât entirely sure you wanted your first time out past sunset to be in the forest, but you also didnât know what exactly she would do when she found you. Natasha was unpredictable. Some days she was soft and gentle, like she was when you first got together, and other days she was mean and cold, treating you as if you were nothing but a burden she had to drag around with her. You knew she didnât mean it, though. If thatâs what she really thought then she would have dropped you off in the middle of nowhere months ago, maybe even left you years ago, and drove off without so much as a look back.Â
Your feet are sore as you run across the ground, rocks and dirt sticking to your bare feet, twigs scattered everywhere, some sharp and some not, digging into your flesh harshly. You know youâll be cleaning cuts when you get back to the house, but you try not to focus on the pain so you can focus on where youâre going instead. You know that the closest village is about 15 miles away, an impossible distance even when youâre running your fastest.
It would take around two hours to get there and Natasha would never let that happen anyway, the longest sheâd ever taken in her little hunt was 45 minutes because youâd somehow managed to climb a tree. You never did that again after how terrifying it was to have her climb up after you and practically throw you down from it.Â
You could never go into the village in your state of undress anyway, something Natasha was counting on.Â
You donât know how long youâve been running for when you stop to catch your breath, if itâs been less than or more than ten minutesâ the maximum amount of time Natasha would have given you to get a headstart. Not that it really mattered, the outcome would be the same no matter how long youâd been running. That, at least, was predictable.Â
You hear a gunshot in the distance and you bolt. You didnât know she had that with her, you didnât see it before back at the cabin. Sheâd never used it on you, only to scare you, but that doesnât mean today wonât be the day that changes. She did seem rather volatile today. You look behind you and you canât see her anywhere, not even a glimpse of her red hair.Â
Is she using her gun to signal that it's been five minutes? Ten minutes? That would be new. But what else would she possibly be wasting a bullet for? âŚIs there someone else out here? No, there couldnât be, thereâs never been before. Who would have found their way all the way out here? You donât even know where here is, so why would anyone who isnât Natasha know where you are?
And if there is someone else out here, was that Natashaâs gun firing or theirs? Your heart is beating faster now, moreso out of genuine fear rather than nervousness like before. Sure, Natasha could be scary, but sheâd never evoked this kind of fear out of you before. Youâre conflicted now. Should you keep running or should you go back to see if Natasha is okay? You have a knife, surely you could help? But what good is a knife against a gun?
Your mind is going so fast you can barely keep up. You hadnât felt this anxious since you thought Natasha was going to die in the hands of Ultron all those years ago.Â
Your feet are moving on their own and with your constant glances behind, you arenât paying any attention to where youâre running. You even climbed⌠something, but you werenât paying enough attention even to that. Usually, youâd be more vigilant, you know that Natasha likes to set traps sometimes, keep you nervous about whatâs out there and give you a reason not to try and escape.
But youâre not paying any attention to the ground below you as you run, too focused on the gun shot you had heard that you donât see the trap in front of you. You had never been up here anyway, you never would have known about it. You barely even feel yourself stepping on the pan in the middle until the two steel jaws clamp around your ankle and you let out a blood curdling scream.Â
Bear traps arenât supposed to hurt like this, theyâre not supposed to be this sharp. Natasha was just cruel.
You instantly drop to the ground, on your knees first and then sitting as you uselessly try to pry the trap off of your leg. Your hands are trembling and covered in blood as you cry. Just the sight of all your blood is almost enough to make you pass out. You hiccup on your own sobs, trying to figure out how you could possibly get this trap off. You wish Natasha were here.Â
Natasha grunts as she pulls herself up onto the top of a rock face. How you had strayed so far from your usual path, she had no idea. Well, she had a little bit of an idea. She did fire her gun just to make you jump. She can tell youâd been here, though, if the fresh blood on the sharp rock was any indication. Her poor baby, you must have cut yourself, why didnât you just choose another direction?
Once sheâs on her feet again, she looks around for any other signs of you. The grass is flattened to the east and she narrows her eyes as she looks further in that direction. She knows that climbing must have slowed you down a lot, and if she knows her girl, then the pain from whatever cuts you have will have you whining and complaining to yourself the whole time. If she listens close enough, sheâd probably just be able to hear you, so she walks in the direction of the flattened grass.Â
She pauses for a second and then crouches down to get a closer look at the ground. Yes, you were running away from the rock face, not towards it. And it looks like you have a few cuts on the bottom of your feet if the dark maroon stains on some of the blades of grass meant anything. Natasha supposes she could have been a little less cruel and given you shoes, but itâs a little too late for that now.Â
She stands again and begins walking further, sheâs not running, no longer worried about how far ahead you may have gotten. Youâd be tired by now even without any injuries, and Natasha was much faster than you even on your best days, it didnât matter if she ran or walked now. She was in the home stretch.
She looks down at the watch on her wrist and hums. It had been 20 minutes since sheâd set you free, and that was more than enough time for her to simmer down at least a little bit and for you to trap yourself in your thoughts of her being mad at you. Ones that would have you pleading at her feet, sheâs sure, begging her to forgive you more than you were before.Â
And she has simmered down, realized that perhaps her reaction to the fear of you wanting to leave her wasnât quite appropriate. But really, when were any of her reactions appropriate? This was an okay approach, she reasons, making you realize you never wanted to be without her.
And then she hears it. A scream in the distance.Â
Natashaâs fingers twitch and she wonders if she should fire another blank or not. She slows her breathing and does her best to create minimal noise as she walks towards the source of the sound. She knows itâs you, but she doesnât know what has you screaming like that. If itâs an animal, she can sneak up and kill it before it hurts you. And if itâs not, well, she might be in for a little treat.Â
Sheâs not disappointed when she sees you sitting down and leaning against a tree, sniffling as you look down at your leg. Your very bloody leg, actually. And then Natashaâs eyes focus properly and she sees the trap clamped tightly around your leg, the teeth from the jaws sunk into your flesh. Poor thing, youâll never see her coming. UnlessâŚ
She considers having a little mercy, but once she knows sheâs close enough to be in your eye sight and for you to panic, she reaches into her back pocket for her gun and fires it into the air.Â
She watches as you practically jump out of your skin, and a pained whimper slips past your lips, looking around with wide eyes until you spot her. Youâre like a deer caught in headlights and you know thereâs nothing you can do now, you canât run and even if you tried, you wouldnât get very far, the trap is chained somewhere to a chain fence stake somewhere in the ground.Â
Natasha stalks towards you, eyes hungry as she takes in the sight in front of her. âRun into a little trouble, did you?â She grins, wolf-like, and crouches in front of you. âThis looks like it hurts, baby. You poor thing.â And you know sheâs going to do something bad when she reaches out, but you donât expect her to start poking and prodding at the injury.Â
You whimper and your fists clench at your sides, âTâTasha, please.â Your teeth clench, âStop⌠Yes, it hurts, ah!â
She chuckles and grants you a little mercy. She presses down on the springs on both sides, using her strength to open the jaws, âMove your leg.â She instructs when your leg is finally free of the metal, the dislodging causing a pained whine to escape your lips. When all you do is sniffle and look at her she sighs, âNow or I will let it go and we both know you donât want that.â
Hesitantly, you move your leg out of the trap, wincing when you feel a jolt of pain shoot up your leg. Natasha lets go and the trap snaps shut before she picks it up and tosses it somewhere behind her, you hear it hit the ground with a dull thud. âThere. Aren't things always better when you listen to me?â
She takes a second to properly examine the injury youâve sustained. The wounds arenât too deep and theyâll definitely need some cleaning and theyâll take time to heal, but that is something sheâll worry about later. For nowâŚ
âYou didnât lose my good hunting knife, did you?â she tilts her head to the side and you shrink a little under her gaze. âWâ Well, I didnât really lose it, I promise, bâ but I didnât have anywhere to put it and I needed my hands andââ
Natasha cuts you off with a kiss and your eyes widen in surprise. You thought sheâd be mad at you, not kissing you, but maybe this means youâre forgiven. âDonât care, Iâll find it later. Seeing you like this⌠We might have to do this more often.â Her hands roughly grope at your breasts and you whine before she rips your bra off of you entirely, itâs times like this where youâre reminded of just how strong she actually is.
You want to cry at her words, yell and tell her you donât want to do this again, you donât like this. Tears well up in your eyes at just the thought of having to do this again, especially in a state of undress like this and you wish you could tell her to stop, that you donât want this anymore, you canât take it, but you know you canât. After all, what would you do without her? Even if being with her means you get hurt like this sometimes, you donât think you could really ever live without her. You just wish sheâd go back to being sweet Natasha all the time.
Natasha interrupts your thoughts with another kiss, this one a little more hungry and insistent. You wish she would at least take you back to the house, but it seems that she wants you now and sheâs unwilling to wait. You could try to convince her to at least tend to your injury first, but you doubt that she would listen.Â
âTashââ You start and she moves to start kissing at your neck because of the interruption, âTasha, please, letâs go home first. Iâm filthy, donât you want to clean up first?âÂ
She groans as she pulls away from your neck, taking the time to examine you properly. Her heart skips and she growls, the sight of you like this excites her, even if youâre covered in dirt and blood. âNo, you want to go home and clean up first, but I donât remember asking.â And thatâs all you get before sheâs back to kissing and biting at your neck.Â
One of her hands moves down to toy with the waistband of your panties as the other gropes at your chest. You let your head fall back against the tree and you wish you could focus more on Natasha, she always makes you feel so good and itâs not like youâve never let her fuck you while injured before, but your leg is throbbing and the whimper that falls from your lips is more from pain than pleasure.
You push at her shoulder weakly and the look she gives you when you make her pull away for the second time is deadly. But you know she cares, you know she does, you just have to hit the right spot when you speak next and so you go for a weak point, âIâIt hurts a lot, Daddy, please. Iâll be good and we can do whatever you want, just please can we go home first?â
Her expression softens a fraction and you know youâve won. Natasha may be unpredictable, but there is always one thing that stays the same: her need to protect you.
â...Fine.â Youâre surprised sheâs not actually pouting as she grabs your bra and shoves it partially into her back pocket before standing up. She cracks her knuckles before leaning down and picking you up bridal style, making sure your injured leg is the one furthest away from her body. âI think we still have those pink bandages you liked so much.â
Yes, you were definitely forgiven.
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Do you write about Agatha Harkness?
i do!! sheâs one of my favourite characters plus i love kathryn hahn
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i read meow meow and i was like oh cute i love meow meows and then i read this and cried bc i also wanna be wandaâs meow meow connected to her via magic and now im just
familiar ŕż wm
summary: in which you are agatha's gift to wanda.
words: 6.1K
warnings: f!reader, magic, drugging, transfiguration, angst, captivity, meow meow, oral (r giving), fingering (r receiving), strap-on (r receiving), meow meow meow, witchcraft duh, i wish i was a cat, this is not a furry thing i promise
this post is for 18+ only. minors: dni.
masterlist.
Itâs cold. You can feel the goosebumps rising on your skin, your body shivering as you come to.
Itâs dark. You open your eyes and see nothing at first, nothing but total blackness in front of you. Something feels very strange, and a flare of anxiety roars in the pit of your stomach, your heart racing fast in your ears. You feel cold metal beneath you, and as your eyes adjust, you see the shape of metal bars in front of you.
A cage. Youâre in a cage, and there is a blanket thrown over it. Leaning closer and blinking your eyes wildly, your focus comes to, and you can see through the veil of the thin blanket covering the cage. You only see shadowy hunks of furniture, a table covered with some sorts of tools and objects, a staircase nearby leading towards the only source of light. Your breath comes fast through your mouth, chest heaving as panic surges through you like electricity.
How did you get here?
You remembered being on your daily morning walk through the Westview suburban neighborhood. You did that every morning. It seemed like it was always spring in the little town, always sunny with cool breezes and chirping birds. You soaked up every second at the rise of dawn when the town was still sleepy and quiet.
You minded your business. You didnât talk to anyone except for your neighbors, Wanda and Agatha. There was the occasional conversation on the street. Wandaâs hand waving politely to you from her porch as you passed by on your walks. Agatha helping herself to your front door, always visiting you and inviting you over, which oftentimes you declined just out of being antisocial.
They were both different shades of nosy neighbors. Agatha was confrontational and upfront, wanting to hold lengthy conversations every time she saw you, always snooping around and asking personal questions. Wanda was a different kind of nosy. She watched you from afar, always. Youâd learned to live with their eyes on you, but you didnât always mind Wandaâs. She seemed like a nice woman, though you hadnât been able to understand why she seemed so interested in you. You also didnât understand why you seemed equally interested in her.
That morning, Agatha had caught you on your morning walk right as you were quickly jogging past her house, wary of her stopping you as she always did. Of course, it seemed like she knew the exact schedule of your walks and came outside right as you passed.
âWhy donât you come in for tea, dear!â she had said, boldly grabbing your hands. You remembered how tight her grip was. âI make the best tea in town!â
You were tired of always declining her invitations. You didnât want to seem rude. You were just the lonely girl next door who minded her business and didnât want to get mixed up with anyone in town, but she was persuasive and consistent. So, you said yes. You went into her house and found it quaint but charming inside. She led you into the kitchen to make the first cup of tea, and you sipped it slowly as she talked about random things.
She offered to make you another, one to go that you could sip on your walk.
You remembered her saying in the kitchen that she didnât have any tea left in there but kept some in stock downstairs in the basement. She ushered you to follow her so she could show you her wide tea collection. You remembered stepping down those concrete steps into cold darkness. You donât remember ever seeing her tea collection.
Shivering in the cage, you tried to cross your arms around your bodyâsomething suddenly felt very strange to you. For the first time, you glanced down at yourself. At first, you thought you saw your normal hands and normal arms and legs. Your brain was used to seeing the same body every time it looked down, so it tricked you in the dark. As you looked closer, the horrifying realization washed over you as you realized that your hands were now small paws wrapped in black fur.
You tried to scream, but it was like something was wrong in your throat. You only let out an animalistic shriek, a sort of growling and hissing screech. You stumbled in the cage, your back hitting the metal bars. It was then you saw your cat tail, and your hind legs, and you could see the shadow of whiskers in the corner of your eyes, protruding from your own face.
Your entire body, much smaller now, trembled and shivered, and you could feel the line of fur rising stiffly on the strip of your back. What the hell happened to me?
Your heart rate was faster now, faster than you had ever heard it in your entire life, and your ears flinched and stretched as they picked up noises nearby. Your hearing was shockingly acuteâyou could hear birds somewhere above the ground, outside of the basement you were now caged in. You could hear a car drive past, the sound of a phone ringing in someone elseâs house down the block.
You crumpled into the corner of the cage and bent your body into itself, dwindling your new body down into a pathetic ball. You could smell everythingâthe iron in the metal cage, the dust on the walls, perfumes of strange potion-like smells from inside the basement.
Then you heard the front door open inside the house upstairs. Your eyes widened, pupils constricting as your ears twitched to listen. Footsteps down the hallway, the muffled sounds of Agathaâs voice, then anotherâs.
Wandaâs voice.
Your tail fluffed up when you heard the heavy door to the basement squeak open. You wished you knew what time of day it was, but it was completely dark in the basement. You could just barely see through the blanket as two pairs of legs walked down the stairs and towards your cage. You tried to back further away, but your fur was touching metal.
âThe entrapment itself wasnât so difficult,â Agathaâs voice spoke languidly. It was so much different from how her voice usually soundedâendearing, pleasant, charming. It was harsh and deep now, like she had pulled off a mask and was happy to be her usual deviant self again. âA few drops of draught in her tea, and she surrendered.â Her harsh laugh hurt your ears.
She poisoned my tea? you thought to yourself, fear broiling hot and deep inside you. You didnât know it was possible to feel this afraid.
âI will admit,â Agatha said as her and Wandaâs legs stopped right in front of the cage. âThe transfiguration itself wasâŚdifficult. Her body resisted, the stubborn little thing. I thought maybe sheâd do well as a bunny, or even a turtle⌠Well, I hope youâre not allergic to cats becauseâŚâ
The blanket was suddenly lifted from the cage. Even in the dark basement, the adjustment of light burned your eyes, and you let out an instinctive hiss, jumping up on your legs and turning your side flat against the back of the cage, back and tail fluffed into black, pointy spikes of fur. You felt a flare of passion in how intimidating you probably looked, but as you looked up at Wanda and Agatha who towered over you like giants, you realized just how small you were now.
Agatha crossed her arms and looked disdainfully at you, pursing her lips in disappointment. Wanda, on the other hand, was staring down at you with wide, misty eyes, her mouth forming into a soft, âOh⌠y/n.â
Your eyes darted between the two women, and the dark of the basement grew even brighter as your pupils swarmed wide, your vision throbbing with your own fear. Your entire body was quivering and tensing uncontrollably, your back starting to ache.
Wanda leaned down slowly so that she came closer to the cage. Through the bars, you saw the teary look in her eyes. âIs she⌠stillâŚâ
âSheâs still there in the head, unfortunately,â Agatha said, looking at you like you were rodent. âI know thatâs what you wanted.â There was venom in her voice, but then she sighed and spoke happily again. âThis is your first step to becoming a proper witch, not that you need my help in the power area.â She clicked her tongue jealously. âBut a familiar is necessary for a witchâs emotional wellbeing.â She looked over at Wanda, eyes flickering down her to try and read her.
You stared up into Wandaâs big green eyes that looked now like shimmering full moons. You wanted to scream, to ask them what the hell they were talking about, to undo whatever Agatha had done to you, but all you could let out was a little catlike whimper.
âOh, baby,â Wanda cooed, âItâs okay. Youâre okay. Donât be scared.â She started to put her hand through the bars of the cage slowly, her fingers passing between the metal. A hot instinct struck you from the inside, and without thinking, you hissed and swatted your paw towards her hand. You felt your claws, which you didnât even realize you had, tear at her skin.
Wanda gasped and withdrew her hand, clutching it to her stomach. You saw a long, jagged scratch mark on the back of her hand, and felt overwhelmingly shocked and guilty at how fast it started to bleed.
âBad kitty!â Agatha exclaimed and kicked the cage. The jolting motion scared you and you lost balance, clambering to crawl back into the corner of the cage into a defensive little ball.
âNo, itâs okay,â Wanda quickly said, looking up to Agatha. âSheâs just scared.â She looked back to you, forgetting all about her hand which was now dripping blood on the floor. âCan she transform backâŚinto human?â
Agatha subtly rolled her eyes. âYes,â she said reluctantly, âBut it would probably take me days to do it. It would involve a lot of magicââ
Wanda cut her off by raising her hand, red embers flowering between her fingers. You suddenly felt a strange motion inside you, your body stretching and skin changing as you started to swell in size. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out an ear-piercing snarl, and slowly it turned into a human scream.
It stopped, finally. You opened your eyes and found that suddenly the cage was too small for you, and Wanda and Agatha were normal size again. You looked downâyou saw your human hands and arms and legs, your normal skin. You were human again, bent nakedly in the small cage. You wrapped your arms around your body to cover yourself.
Agatha looked shocked and infuriated at the fact that Wanda had so easily changed you back, after all the work Agatha had done to transfigure you. âWellâŚâ She cleared her throat and adjusted her shirt. âJust do that when you want her to be a cat again.â
You shivered in the cold of the cage, too afraid to speak in fear that the only thing that would come out were unintelligible meows. Even now, back in your human state, you felt unimaginably different, like something had shifted in your DNA. You could still hear and smell everything, down to the metallic scent of the blood on Wandaâs hand, and the sound of her own heart beating to make up for the lack.
It shocked you how differently Wanda was looking at you compared to how Agatha looked at you. Wanda looked mesmerized, hopeful, and guilty all in one. Her eyes flickered over you, and she started to slide her hand through the cage again. You felt the urge to scratch her again, but you realized your claws were now dull fingernails, and you didnât like the way you had so primally swatted at her and how easily she had bled.
âKitten,â she whispered, bringing her hand to your face. You cowered away but she continued, gently moving your hair with the tips of her fingers. Something in you wanted to purr, but you didnât. âIâll call you Kitten.â
The first few days of being Wandaâs familiar were tough. While she politely kept you in your human form, she kept you in a cage in her bedroom, a larger one that you could fit in, and told you rather apologetically that she must keep you there until she can trust you. You were silent at first, pained and confused by what had happened to you, until you started to break. You grabbed at the bars of the cage and jumped at her, screaming, âLet me out! Please let me out!â
You could see how much her heart broke at your refusal and denial, but what did she expect? You had been captured and sold like a slave. Even then, screaming at her and shaking the bars of the cage like an animal, you could feel that something had been bonded between you. Something changedânot just within you, but between the two of you. There was some kind of link connecting you.
She would open her mouth to say something, outreach her hand to comfort you, but you would not stop screaming. So she flicked her hand, and you shrunk down into your feline form again, your screams turning into wily meows and screeches. She would throw the blanket over the cage again and leave you there until you stopped making noises, until your throat burned and you tired yourself out.
Eventually, you calmed. The realization began to sink within you that you had been living around witches and fallen dumbly into their trap. Wanda called Agatha a few times, and through the walls of the house you heard her speaking. âMaybe we shouldnât have done this⌠No, I am grateful, Agatha, I know it took a lot for youâŚI just feel like sheâs not happyâŚI know that it takes time, but⌠Okay.â
Within a week, you stopped lunging at her from the cage, and though you had refused the food she offered you at first, whenever you were in feline form you could not resist the fish and milk she offered you in little bowls, lapping hungrily as if it was the last thing you would ever eat. Eventually, while she fed you, you felt her reach through the cage and comb her fingers through the fur between your ears. You froze for a moment, but you acquiesced, continuing to eat and let her pet your head. It was soothing, more soothing than youâd like to admit.
She let you out of the cage during the day and kept you in human form, giving you her clothes to wear around the house. There was one rule that was obviousâno running away. Of course, you tried, but the entire house was hexed so that no one could get out or get in except for Wanda. You started to wonder what her intentions were for keeping you here. From her phone calls with Agatha, it was apparent that you were meant to be some sort of companion to her. But she hardly spoke to you, even when she let you out of your cage and you sat on the couch watching TV together.
The bond started to grow stronger. You realized that you could hear her thoughts. When she dropped something on accident, you could hear her say Oh, shit even though the words never escaped her lips. When she prepared food for you, you could hear her thinking I hope she likes this. You had a feeling that she caught on and was now protecting her thoughts from you, because you could hear no further than mundane thoughts.
But she couldnât protect her emotions from you. You started to realize, as you slept in the cage in the corner of her room at night, that something tragic and painful radiated from Wanda. It was grief, cold, and menacing. It gripped her helplessly. Although your life before being her familiar was fading away from your mind, you could remember that her house, which you could see across the street from yours, usually had two little boys and a man running in and out of it. Now it was totally empty besides her and yourself. Picture frames were turned on their faces, making it appear as if no one had ever lived there but her.
You learned that Wanda had only recently started to become a witch, though her powers already ten times that of Agathaâs. The Scarlet Witch, Agatha told her over the phone. The most powerful being in the universe, but she was baking you cookies and feeding you treats and putting a blanket over you at night and giving you all the space you needed and crying herself to sleep every night. For someone who could cause total destruction, all she seemed to you was soft and sad.
The urge to comfort her was strong. At night, she preferred to keep you in feline form in the cage so you wouldnât be able to reach the latch and unlock it. Before you walked into the cage, you would butt your forehead against her ankle, twisting around her leg so that your tail curled around her knee. She was so moved by these little moments of affection, and it warmed you to bring them to her.
Wanda often studied from a big, old book during the day. She would sort of transform, her sweatpants and hoodie fading into a deep red suit fitted with a crown. She looked so majestic like that, hovering above the air, flipping through the pages of the book without even touching them, encompassed in her own red glow of magic. You would watch her curiously, between the glimpses of your attention grabbed by birds outside the window.
Wanda started to let you have more freedom. The cage is tucked inside the closet now, and the only time she turns you into feline form is when she takes you on walks outside, holding the red leash she had bought to connect to your red cat harness. It was a wonderful delight, experiencing the world that way, stimulated by every single movement and sound and smell. She had to keep you in that form on your walks because to everyone else in the town, you had simply disappeared.
Wanda gives you your own bedroom in the house, which you used for a couple nights, but you found yourself sneaking into her room and sleeping on the cot made up beside her bed on the floor, and one time you even woke up to find that you had crawled onto the bed and curled up on her feet in the night. It all happened so quickly and mindlessly, your love for her, your attraction to her, your loyalty to her. You werenât just a familiar now, bound to her by magic, but you were her friend.
You started to fall in love with the way she smiled. You had a habit of knowing just how to make her laugh, and you basked in the glow of her giggles. She confessed to you that she had a crush on you ever since you moved into town, but she was too afraid to pursue it, even after Vision was gone. One intimate night by the fireplace in the living room, she said that she regretted telling Agatha about her crush on you, because it gave Agatha the idea to give you to Wanda as a familiar, as a gift. She said that she didnât want you to be taken by force, that she wanted you to want to be with her. She even glanced to the unhexed door and told you, without thinking, You are free to leave. I will not hold you hostage.
It was then that you placed your hand on her thigh and tilted your head, looking at her wavy red hair and absorptive green eyes and trembling pink lips, and thought to her, Never would I want to leave you. It was then that you kissed for the first time, a slow and careful one. She was scared to kiss you too hard, to upset you, to make you want to run away since she had given you the option for freedom. Truth be told, youâd never felt freer in your life than when you were with Wanda.
She was happier after that. Your relationship, which had been rocky and reluctant at first, bloomed into something more than just a witch and her familiar. Your love grew like wildflowers in the pit of your bellies, deepening the spiritual bond that was already there between you. The relationship turned into something romantic, intimate, and special. It turned into desire that showed its head one night.
Although Wanda was happier now, she still had her moments when she missed her boys. You were sleeping beside her that night in her bed, arm cast over her, when you awoke not to a sound, but to a feeling. It stirred you awake forcefully, and the grief radiating from her stabbed you in the gut. You opened your eyes and gently turned her to face youâshe was quietly crying.
âWanda,â you whispered, gently holding her face and wiping her tears from her cheeks. âWhat is it, my love?â
âDetka,â she whispered, reaching up to stroke your cheek with her thumb. âEveryone has left me. My parents, my brother, Vision, my boysâŚâ She stopped, a cry choking her throat. âI donât know if I could take it if I ever lost you, too.â
Your heart broke at the sound of hers. You took her hand in yours. âThatâs not going to happen.â
âIâm sorry that you ended up here,â she cried, sniffling and looking anywhere but you, too afraid to look at you and see hatred in your eyes. She had a habit of letting her mind get to her. âIâm afraid that youâre only with me because I forced you to be.â
Leaning closer to her, you looked deeply into her eyes, hoping that she heard how loud your love for her screamed from within you. âI want to be with you,â you told her firmly, and she listened, staring up at you with such vulnerability and conviction it made your eyes water. âI love you. Even if I hadnât ended up here this way, we still would have been together. I love you in a million lifetimes and a million universes. I will never, ever, ever leave you.â You meant every word.
Wandaâs hand caressed your cheek and brought your face to hers, kissing you in the same soft, sweet kiss she always did. You always felt that twinge of desire within her, waiting for her to unleash it one day, desperate to seal your romance. But she was too scared to hurt you, too afraid of scaring you away.
Resting your body on top of hers in the quiet, dark bedroom, you kissed her deeply, running your tongue along her lower lip before slipping it inside her mouth, feeling her tongue slide against yours. Her body grew hot under you, her chest moving with the weight of her intensified breaths. She made a sort of strangled noise, her hand coming to your throat. You melted under the feeling of her fingertips dipping into your neck, but then she gently pushed you away.
Your mouth was wet with her kiss, and she was breathing hard, looking at you with both lust-filled and pain-filled eyes. It isnât fair to you, she thought. She felt that the position of power was unbalanced, and she feared taking advantage of you even though she had thought about it so many times in her mind, had even blocked you from hearing her thoughts as she laid beside you at night and touched herself to the sight and smell of you beside her.
âItâs unfair for you to deprive me,â you whispered to her, pressing closer on her, feeling her hand tighten around your throat. âI need you. I want you.â
There was hesitance in her eyes as they scoured your face, looking and feeling for any sort of dishonesty. She wanted you to truly want her.
âPlease,â you begged, trying to lean forward and kiss her again, but her hand on your throat held you away from her. You clawed at it, letting out a mewling sound that embarrassed you a little. Even in human form, you felt the urge to purr her for.
âKitten,â she whispered, eyes falling to your lips and looking at them with desperation as her teeth bit into her own. âAre you sure?â
You nodded feverishly. âYes, please. Yes.â
Finally, she gives in with a whimper, pulling you towards her to kiss you again. Her hands run over your waist, pressing you close to her as her tongue deeply explores your mouth. The blankets fall over your bodies as you move together, clothes coming off one by one until your skin is flushed together.
âKitten,â Wanda moans when you move your lips to her neck, leaving butterfly kisses on her sensitive skin there. Her hands tangle in your hair as you move your mouth downwards, desperate to please her, desperate to love and cherish her body as much as you love and cherish her soul. Your mouth explores the expanse of her chest, the concaves of her clavicle, the rise and swell of her breasts which you grope and suck into your mouth, delighting in the noises she makes as your mouth lingers there. You go further down her body as if drinking down the winding expanse of a river, leaving trails of wet kisses down her stomach and hips until youâre stationed between her legs that open for you.
âPlease,â she begs, urging her hips upwards as you bite and kiss at her thighs, inhaling the scent of her arousal that already sweetens the air. You donât hesitate to give her what she wants, letting her hands in your hair guide your head to her slit. âOh, fuck,â she breathes, her chest arching off the bed as you lap at her sensitive nub and suckle at it, feeling her juices cling to your chin.
Her breathing gets faster as her hips buck hard against your mouth, her fingers clutching your hair to push your head down harder. She seems to remember herself and loosen up, not wanting to hurt you, even in her pleasure. You moan at the taste of her, swallowing down every drop that collects on your tongue as you fervently pleasure her with your mouth.
âKitten,â she cries, her voice rising in pitch as she grinds harder against your tongue, pulling your face impossibly closer to her. âFuck, fuck,â she whispers in the most delightful string of curses you had ever heard as she comes to a climax, her thighs trembling around her face that is hot from the heat of her desire. You soothe her through her orgasm, lapping softer and sweeter, until finally she sighs and pulls you up.
You crawl up her body, shocked to see the flame of red in her cheeks, the tremble in her lower lip as she kisses you roughly. Whining, you wrap your arms around her shoulders as she sits up, her hands snaking down your waist and over your hips to grab the swells of your ass, squeezing you closer to her. She grunts into the kiss, breaking away to catch her breath.
âDid I please you?â you ask her breathlessly as she starts biting at your nipples, bringing a squeak from your throat. Your hands swim in her curls of hair as she groans a sound of confirmation, her tongue licking at your nipple before she bites it again, her hands on your ass tightening their grip.
Before you know it, she flips you around so that youâre on your back and sheâs hovering over you, her mouth now biting at your shoulder and neck. âCan I touch you?â she asks, her fingertips quivering over the lower expanse of your tummy.
âYes,â you whisper, feeling your face go hot as her hand dips down eagerly between your legs to cup you. You hum, feeling sparkles of pleasure fill you as her fingers rub at your clit perfectly, as if she somehow already knows exactly what pleases you. âOhâŚâ you moan, trying to pull her closer to you as her hands slip down over your folds, collecting your immense wetness that you hadnât even realized was there until Wanda moaned at the feeling of it.
Looking down at the sight, Wanda slowly pushes two of her fingers inside you, listening to the way you gasp and moan as she slides them all the way in, spreading them out and moving them around to gauge your tightnessâtight. Pumping them in and out, she feels for your sweet spot, finding that ridged spot tucked deep inside you and pressing at it.
Your hips jump suddenly from the feeling, back arching off the bed as she feels you from the inside. âWanda,â you moan desperately as she thrusts her fingers slowly at first, until they pick up speed and her mouth is at your neck again, sucking dark spots into the fair skin there.
Something carnal unlocks inside Wanda at the way you moan her name, the way your hands are pulling her desperately closer, the way your walls clench and throb around her fingers. She lets out a whine and fucks her fingers harder into you, her own hips thrusting eagerly.
âThatâs it, Kitten,â she whispers when she feels you tightening, your thighs trapping her hand between them. âCum for me.â
A cry escapes your throat as hot, searing pleasure washes over you, Wandaâs fingers ushering your orgasm along within you. She shudders at the feeling of you cumming around her fingers, whining in desperation to be even deeper inside you, stretching you out even more, needing to be even closer to you.
Youâre panting and still coming down when she pulls her fingers out of you, and glowing red magic flares from them, illuminating your bodies in momentary crimson light in the darkness. Suddenly, in a flash of red, there is a large dildo strapped to her hips, and she starts to lubricate it with your wetness on her fingers, stroking around the tip gently.
Anticipation fills you as she settles between your legs, pausing to look carefully at your face and stroke some of your hair away softly. âAre you okay? C-Can I?â Sheâs trembling with desperation.
âYes,â you smile, gently running your hand up her arm. âI want it.â
Licking her lips, she smiles a little and leans down to kiss you gently, letting her body weight settle over you. She breaks the kiss to look down, her breath heavy, as she lines the tip of her strap to your wet entrance, slowly pushing herself into you. You take a deep breath as she slides deeper, your walls stretching around the widening girth. It becomes a little painful, and you let out a strangled whine.
Wanda stops suddenly, looking up at you with wide eyes. âAm I hurting you?â
âNo,â you whisper, placing your hands on her face. âJust go slow, please.â
She nods, pressing her lips to yours again as she pushes her cock even slower inside you, one arm wrapped around you and keeping you close to her. She keeps her mouth on yours as she fills you deeper and deeper, stretches you out even more and more until her cock is lodged fully inside you, resting so deep that you can feel her in your lower tummy.
Your breaths fall shakily against each other as she dares not to break the kiss, as if for every ounce of the pain she is kissing it better. She stays still for a moment to let you adjust before she starts to pull out, and the pain comes back again, but so does the immense pleasure. She does this for a minute, just barely pumping inside you, kissing you gently.
After a while, you can tell that sheâs holding back. Her hand swipes over your lower tummy when she is at her deepest, feeling the bulge of her cock there, and she groans, breaking the kiss to bury her face in your neck. âKittenâŚâ she breathes, her body moving on top of yours as she retracts her hips and then buries deep inside you again.
Your hands run up her bare back to find that she is incredibly tensed, using every ounce of her strength to withhold from absolutely ravishing you. You goad her by hooking one leg up around her and bucking your hips. âFaster,â you whisper, feeling yourself throb with need. âFuck me, Wanda.â
Wanda instantly obliges, her hand grabbing your thigh that is hooked around her as she pulls out and then snaps her hips harshly into you, bringing out a gasp from your lips. She growls and does this again, and again, and again, until she is pounding you into the mattress and squelches from your wetness fill the air.
âOh, fuck,â you moan, arching your chest against her as she drills into you, letting out her own symphony of noises. She is desperate and animalistic, driving herself into you with the force of something primal and carnal. You become a melted mess of nothing beneath her, barely able to keep up with her power and hunger as you scratch helplessly at her back, feeling cuts form there on her skin.
âKitten, fuck,â she growls into your neck. Your bodies are pressed flat against one another, humid skin rubbing smoothly against each another as she forces herself into you fast and hard. Sheâs shaking again, grabbing your thigh so hard it bruises under her touch. Her teeth sink hard into your neck, but you donât even feel it from the blinding force of pleasure coming over you. Youâre both feeding off each otherâs pleasure, soul and body and mind and heart connected, tangled so deeply with each other that you wouldnât even know where your body starts and hers ends. You can tell sheâs been waiting for this night, as much as she has held it from you. She is letting it all out now, her love and her pain and her desire and her grief. Youâre the vessel for her soul, taking in every single thing and inch that sheâs giving you.
You can feel pressure twisting within you, and your hips start to move and legs squirm against her, but with two hands bruising into your hips, she holds you still and pins your hips to the mattress. âSt-still,â she says, leaning up to press sloppy kisses to your mouth. Her eyes are squeezed shut and her mouth is open, and itâs the most glorious sight youâve ever seen.
âFuck!â she groans, dropping her face back into your neck as her hips stutter, thrusting wildly and aimlessly into you.
âWanda,â you whine as your climax crashes down on you, and with another string of curses and growls from the witch, hers does too. Youâre blinded as she fucks into you as she cums, your nails scratching hard at her back.
Itâs an orchestra of grabbing, thrusting, and moaning until you both slow down, and her weight rests fully on top of you, her body going limp as she breathes hard into your neck. Panting, you close your eyes and just feel her, her heart beating hard against your own, her body warm against yours, her cock still tucked deep inside you, a bundle of wetness between both of your legs, both still trembling.
Eventually, she moves up, looking down at you with a placated look in her eyes, as if she has been hungry for years and is finally fulfilled. âAre you okay?â she asks sweetly, as if she isnât still ten inches deep in you.
You nod, reaching up to stroke her face. For the first time, you donât feel grief radiating off her, nor do you hear painful thoughts of insecurity and trauma. She is just Wanda, your satisfied little witch, and you her loyal familiar, bound to each other in life and in death, in spirit and in flesh.
She smiles widely, those green moons filling with euphoria.
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- this is an 18+ blog. minors, cishet men, terfs and empty blogs are not welcomed and you will be blocked immediately. i am not comfortable with you viewing and consuming my content.
- please have your ages in your bio so i donât accidentally block you when iâm clearing my followers.
- this is a safe space for trans men, women, masc lesbians and sapphics that donât use she/her pronouns. you are welcome and iâll try my best to include you in the content i write. <3
- this is a nsfw writing blog for marvel women. but i will also write sfw content. i currently on write for wanda maximoff, natasha romanoff, carol danvers and agatha harkness
what i wonât write about ;
- scat, watersports (donât know how), aged up characters (they need to be adults in canon), extremely hard kinks, etc.
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SUGARMOMMY!WANDA || HEADCANONS
pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x sugarbaby!freader
summary: random head canons of reader being wandaâs spoiled sugarbaby.
warnings: wanda is a silverfox (yum), praise kink, mommy kink, softdom!wanda mostly, lap sitting, ass grabbing, mentions of slapping, light exhibition
a/n: these had been running in my head for too long and iâve decided that i need her in a way that puts feminism behind 500 years.
you met her because you were waitressing in her favourite restaurant, with a degree in english literature you were bound to end up in a place like that.
she was incredibly kind from the start, greeting you with a big smile and a bigger tip.
divorced silverfox!!!! and always called you pet names when you came with her food!!!!!!!! and the âthank you, my darlingâ would leave you a blushing mess.
the situation started when she saw you getting fired in front of her because of a encounter between you and a costumer and when she saw the tears in your eyes she knew she had to do something.
you canât say you werenât surprised. but the offer was so tempting and she was looking so so fine in her tailored black suit and slacks. you blurted a yes immediately and embarrassed yourself. but she reassured you with a pet on your hair.
sheâs beautiful. and sheâs kind. and she takes such good care of you, it didnât take long for you to start falling for her. and she lets you stay in her condo, making sure youâre treated like a princess.
a soft dom!!!!!!!! always calling you âprincessâ, âmy loveâ, âdarlingâ and âdearâ only when sheâs incredibly pissed at you misbehaving.
praise kink, always praising you for doing the littlest things. praising you when youâre eating her out so good or praising you for bringing her briefcase to her before she leaves for work.
everyone at work calls you âmrs. maximoffâ but wanda never corrects them and youâre too shy to.
often you bring lunch to her office and she immediately leaves whatever sheâs doing to have you settle in her lap. you two either eat together or she fucks you on top of her desk with the strap she keeps in her last drawer, whispering in your ear to keep quiet or else the ppl will hear you. and that makes you wetter around her strap.
the mommy kink goes crazy. you just have to pout and call her mommy and sheâs ready to do anything for you, to the point you can physically see her lose control, her pupils dilating and her breathing heavy.
only when you misbehave severely, you can make her angry. she makes sure to immediately put you in your place tho, either by a slap to your face or by grabbing your ass so firmly she leaves a bruise.
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What would happen if she made us cry⌠:(
omg so the thing is. sheâs far too in love with u to make u cry on purpose, sheâs very sweet and wouldnât ever put you through that because honestly that would make her feel horrible
but under circumstances she does accidentally make you cry, she would be devastated. would instantly pull back to give you space or if you want her to comfort you she would do that immediately, holding you close to her chest and petting your hair. she would apologise immediately, being mature enough to know when sheâs at fault. she would go up and beyond, flowers, jewellery, gifts, clothes, just anything and everything you like to make you feel better
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iâm so normal about her. so so so so normal
Omg please write something about this
reader Is still very much a sub just extremely bratty. And the video doesnât have to be vanilla at all it could be Wanda and her friends fucking reader, saying all kinds of nasty stuff to her.
TANTRUM. mdni, 18+.
pairings ; stepmom ! wanda maximoff + f ! reader
summary ; why won't wanda pay attention to you? does she want you to throw a tantrum?
warnings ; mommy kink, brat ! reader, dom ! wanda, sub ! reader, hair pulling, teeeeeny hint of manipulation, implied smut, blackmail
wc ; 801
a/n ; i hope this is what you were looking for !! i know it's a bit short, but i'm very open to writing more for this universe ! p.s. i didn't proofread
âSweetheart, Mommy is very busy with work right now. Can you wait a few minutes?â Wanda says after she mutes her microphone, flashing a smile and holding up a finger to signal to her colleagues on the video conference that sheâd been interrupted.
Their voices are muffled for you because youâre not really paying them any attention, only zeroing in on the fact that Wanda had told you to wait. Why would she ever make you wait? Werenât you more important than her work?
âI donât want to wait.â You huff, crossing your arms over your chest and furrowing your eyebrows in annoyance. You were a little offended that she would choose some boring video conference over you, you were even wearing her favorite mini-skirt and top.
During the day on weekdays while your father was at work was the only time you two really had together, otherwise Wanda was stuck playing house with your stupid father, so her rejection only upsets you that much more.
Wanda sighs, she can see you getting worked up, youâre almost glaring at her for Christâs sake. âI know you donât, honey, but Iâm working so youâre going to have to. Alright?â She knows sheâs chosen the wrong approach when she sees your bottom lip start to wobble and that familiar fire in your eyes.Â
âBut I. Donât. Want. To!â You stomp your foot, raising your voice slightly. And if looks could kill, Wanda would be 6-feet under. âI want you to pay attention to me now! Do you not love me anymore? You said you loved me! If you loved me, you wouldnât tell me to wait!âÂ
Wanda was fine to let you throw your little tantrum, stomp your feet and whine at her, but she was not fine with letting you raise your voice at her. She was well aware of the video you held over her head, the one where sheâs fucking into you from behind and talking about how good it feels to be in her stepdaughterâs cunt, but she will not tolerate this.Â
She gives you a tight lipped smile before turning back towards her computer and unmuting herself. She sighs, âI hate to cut this short, I know weâre coming up on an important deadline, but it seems thereâs some kind of family emergency. Poor Y/N is so upset she can't even tell me what it is. Does rescheduling for Thursday afternoon sound good to everyone?âÂ
She receives a few sympathetic smiles and responses to confirm that Thursday is good before she apologizes again and leaves the call. She stands from the chair at her desk and begins walking towards you, âSweetheart, I donât care how upset you are, you do not raise your voice at Mommy.â
You only roll your eyes in response, huffing and looking away from her, still upset that she was going to make you wait for anything even as simple as a smile from her.Â
âI donât appreciate the implication that I donât love you, either.â Wanda grips your chin and forces you to look at her, âWhatâs gotten into you today? I thought you were going to be a good girl.âÂ
âI am being a good girl.â You grumble, trying not to let Wandaâs voice affect you, âYouâre the one being a bitch. I thought today was our day.â You huff, trying to break free of Wandaâs grip on your chin.Â
Thereâs a pause, and you canât figure out whatâs going on in Wandaâs head as she stares blankly at you, until she smiles and moves her hand from your chin to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear. At least, thatâs what you thought she was doing.Â
She grabs your hair and pulls.Â
âDespite what you have come to think lately, you are not the one in charge here and you are not to speak to Mommy like that ever again.â Sheâs calm as she speaks, the only indication of her anger being the tight grip in your hair. She tugs a little harder and you whimper, tears stinging at your eyes. âDo you understand?â
âThat hurtsâŚâ You whine, pouting up at her. You had gotten so used to being able to get away with anything since you took that video, you had forgotten just how rough Wanda could get. She mocks your pout, âAw, it hurts, does it?â And you think she might loosen her grip just a little until her features betray her anger and sheâs glaring down at you, âI asked you a question, sweetheart, and I expect an answer.â
âMhm, I understand.âÂ
âI think itâs about time youâre reminded of whoâs in charge, huh? Mommy has been very understanding of your behavior lately and I think you have taken advantage of that a little too much.â
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SUGARMOMMY!WANDA || HEADCANONS
pairing: sugarmommy!wanda x sugarbaby!freader
summary: random head canons of reader being wandaâs spoiled sugarbaby.
warnings: wanda is a silverfox (yum), praise kink, mommy kink, softdom!wanda mostly, lap sitting, ass grabbing, mentions of slapping, light exhibition
a/n: these had been running in my head for too long and iâve decided that i need her in a way that puts feminism behind 500 years.
you met her because you were waitressing in her favourite restaurant, with a degree in english literature you were bound to end up in a place like that.
she was incredibly kind from the start, greeting you with a big smile and a bigger tip.
divorced silverfox!!!! and always called you pet names when you came with her food!!!!!!!! and the âthank you, my darlingâ would leave you a blushing mess.
the situation started when she saw you getting fired in front of her because of a encounter between you and a costumer and when she saw the tears in your eyes she knew she had to do something.
you canât say you werenât surprised. but the offer was so tempting and she was looking so so fine in her tailored black suit and slacks. you blurted a yes immediately and embarrassed yourself. but she reassured you with a pet on your hair.
sheâs beautiful. and sheâs kind. and she takes such good care of you, it didnât take long for you to start falling for her. and she lets you stay in her condo, making sure youâre treated like a princess.
a soft dom!!!!!!!! always calling you âprincessâ, âmy loveâ, âdarlingâ and âdearâ only when sheâs incredibly pissed at you misbehaving.
praise kink, always praising you for doing the littlest things. praising you when youâre eating her out so good or praising you for bringing her briefcase to her before she leaves for work.
everyone at work calls you âmrs. maximoffâ but wanda never corrects them and youâre too shy to.
often you bring lunch to her office and she immediately leaves whatever sheâs doing to have you settle in her lap. you two either eat together or she fucks you on top of her desk with the strap she keeps in her last drawer, whispering in your ear to keep quiet or else the ppl will hear you. and that makes you wetter around her strap.
the mommy kink goes crazy. you just have to pout and call her mommy and sheâs ready to do anything for you, to the point you can physically see her lose control, her pupils dilating and her breathing heavy.
only when you misbehave severely, you can make her angry. she makes sure to immediately put you in your place tho, either by a slap to your face or by grabbing your ass so firmly she leaves a bruise.
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so so so normal
HIII! since you said you needed some ideas or some inspo. may i suggest just plain dark mommy wanda/nat who intentionally mess up readers uni deadlines and assignments or stuff like that so that r could prob get scolded by the professors for constantly missing deadlines (or end up just dropping out themselves) and wanda/nat being a master manipulator and just listening to r cry and whine about how hard their uni is and then using that to their advantage by fucking them numb bc theyre extra pliable when theyâre stressed and they can use r however they want :]
FAILING DEADLINES | natasha x fem!reader
summaryăťwhen failing to meet a deadline leads you to give up on your dreams, natasha is there to pick you up in her arms.
pairingăťdark!natasha x fem!reader
warningsăť(MDNI) â unspecified age gaps, manipulation, top!natasha, bottom!reader, edging, overstimulation, squirting strap-on usage (reader receiving), mommy kink.
word countăť0.9k
noteăťhi, thank you so much for sending this! i hope you like this :).
A choked sob left your mouth as you sat alone in the bathroom stall. Another failure. How was this only happening to you?
You wanted the ground to swallow you whole. Not only had you been humiliated in front of your classmates, but you also had been kicked out of the class.
Your entire life, you worked for this only for you to end up failing.
Frustrated tears left your eyes. But you had studied! You didnât leave a single page unread yet here you were. It wasn't fair. Even those who didn't study passed.
Another sob escaped your lips. Only one person could comfort you right now â Natasha.
You quickly called her number. Shaking fingers clasped the phone as you begged the universe that sheâd pick up.
âHi, my love.â
Sighing shakily, you responded. âN-Natty, can you please pick me?â
âWhat's wrong, baby? Are you crying?â She sounded worried and you sniffled, âP-please just pick me. I need you.â
âI'm on my way.â
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âShh, sweetheart. Itâs okay, I got you.â Natasha cooed, stroking your hair.
âB-but I put in so much e-effort!â You said through sobs. âI know, baby. Donât worry, I got you. It's going to be fine.â Natasha pressed a kiss on your head, her face fighting to not break into a smile at your state.
âI studied so well for Professor Mariaâs class! But she- she still kicked me out! I- I donât know what to do! Wh- what should I tell my parents!?â
You looked up at her with impossibly wide eyes. âBaby, listen to me.â Natasha cupped your cheek. âYouâre thinking too much about it. Everythingâs gonna be alright,â She leaned in and gave your lips a small peck.
âNow, let me help you.â She tapped your thighs, âCâmon, dollface. Open for me,â Natashaâs finger probed an opening between your lips. You sniffled softly before opening enough for her to stick her thumb in.
She released a soft exhale as you sucked on her thumb. Your eyes glazed over, hands coming up to her shoulders. âThatâs it, beautiful.â She smiled, and you nodded, the saliva slid off her thumb.
Her hands went under your skirt, tugging at the wet panties. âAren't you just the prettiest little whore?â She asked, chuckling as you opened your legs wide enough for her to feel your cunt. âMommy,â You whined, bucking your hips at nothing.
âHm?â Natasha asked, acting oblivious to how turned-on you were getting. She kept rubbing circles around your inner thighs, smiling as she watched a growing wet patch on your underwear. She always loved watching the effect she had on you.
You grumbled incoherently and pulled away from her dripping thumb. You all but threw yourself onto her lap, grinding on the strap you knew she had packed.
âPlease, please.â You whispered, Natasha grinned. âI know, mommyâs got you, baby.â She wasted no time in taking off her pants. âAh-ah,â She grabbed your hands and pushed you back on the couch, pinning your wrists above your head.
Her hands groped at your chest, she smiled as you whined. âSo noisy,â She chuckled. Natasha rubbed the tip of the strap against your aching hole. âI know, sweetheart,â She cooed at your desperate face.
âMommy needs you just as bad, okay?â She smiled, pushing the tip in. You moaned, gripping her shoulders tightly, âYes, yes, yes,â You gasped.
Natasha began moving into you slowly, her strap hitting your G-spot deliciously â you swore you could see stars. âMommy,â You cried out, âI-Itâs too much!â
She chuckled, âNo it isn't.â Your nails dug into her shoulder. âI-Iâm going to cum,â You whimpered, your already tear-stricken face smeared with more tears.
âPlease, please.â You screamed as she played with your clit. Natashaâs face lifted into a smile as you started sobbing, her fingers pinched and rubbed at your clit, âJust a bit more.â
You shook your head, âNo, No! I n-need mommy, I need to cum!â Her other found your chest, palming the flesh. âYouâre my strong girl. You can take it,â She pressed a kiss on your lips, her hips rutted into you with reckless abandon.
You were so close. âI- I can't!â Your hands fell limp and you lay on the bed, your body jerking as she slammed into you. âYou can!â Natasha growled.
âMommy, mommy, please!â
Natasha groaned breathlessly, she was close too. âYouâre doing so well,â she grabbed your face, making you look right into her eyes. âCum with me.â
With a loud scream, you both came. Her eyes rolled back in pleasure and her hips stutteredâ rocking back and forth as she fucked her cum into you.
After a few moments, you opened your eyes to see Natasha lying next to you, âYou did so well, my love,â she smiled. You were too tired to respond and instead hummed and rolled into her arms. âI love you, mommy. Thank you,â You whispered.
Your eyes closed, and your mind was off of what had just happened an hour ago. âI love you too, bug. Itâs going to be okay, Iâll take care of you. Youâll have nothing to worry about.â
Natasha sat on the bed, your head resting on her lap. She smiled as she stroked your hair. With your content face on her lap, Natasha could feel the excitement grow in her. Now youâd be with her all the time: stress-free and ready to please her whenever.
It was a dream. Her head turned towards the table as her phone lit up with a call. She smiled at the contact name, making sure you were still in deep sleep. Natasha picked it up.
âThank you for the favor, Maria.â
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Dark Paradise
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2,098
Warnings: Dark Scarlet Witch, Allusion to Murder, Kidnapping, Dub-Con, BondageâŚish, Enchanted Strap-Ons, Breeding, Sadism, Praise, Degradation, Mommy Kink | 18+ Minors DNI
Summary: When Wanda loses the version of you from her world, she is determined on getting you back one way or another.
Under the protection of Doctor Strange and the entire power of Kamar-Taj, you had believed yourself to be safe even if you didnât feel it to the fullest extent. There youâd be able to sleep for the first time in weeks surrounded by the powerful sorcerers who gave their time to protect you from the monster. That is what they called her, but deep down you knew her as the exact opposite after having looked up to one Wanda Maximoff, a former Avenger, for years. And now that she was after you, after your powers, you were unsure of how to handle yourself.Â
âYou need to lay low,â Stephen had told you. He was right of course, but you couldnât help but wonder why Wanda would be after you. From universe to universe she kept seeking you out one way or another. There were manners in which she could visit other universes by herself, but alas, her sights were zeroed in on you.Â
For the most part you paid attention to Stephen even if begrudgingly. Part of you, the childishly curious one, longed to find Wanda herself and help her. Youâd heard hushed whispers about how she wanted her children back among other things, so how come you couldnât help her achieve that and be done with your day? It would beat having to hide out in the lowest levels of the training grounds where you could barely muster a breath of fresh air.
None of the rumors about her darkness were believed in your mind, but when Wanda â no, the Scarlet Witch came, she was out for blood; your blood. Â
Doctor Strange and Wong, not even any of the other sorcerers, were anywhere to be found. Your eyes widened at the dark, clammy atmosphere you stood around. The air suddenly grew thin, leaving you breathless and grasping for any piece of it as a means to survive. You were being watched, but as you turned and turned, you were unable to pinpoint from where the sights came from. At least not until sharp claws squeezed your wrists tight enough that blood was drawn.Â
And when you came to face those red demonic eyes, your entire life flashed before your eyes right as you lost consciousness.Â
âFinally,â you heard the faint, husky voice shortly before passing out. A hand gripped your jaw forcing your mouth open before it was spit on. âWeâre going to have so much fun, Y/N. Itâs just you and me against the worldâŚagain.â
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The stench of vanilla mixed with gruesome amounts of blood shook you awake. It made you frown while giving you time to open your unfocused eyes and come to terms with what occurred. All you remembered last was Stephen locking you up in the dungeon, keeping you away from potentially offering Wanda help, before youâŚbefore you saw her.Â
âIt was about time you woke up. Iâve grown bored waiting for you, darling.â The voice, one you faintly remembered, made you jump. The harsh clinging of metal made you gasp, and as you looked up, your eyes blurrily found chains tying your bloody wrists to a beat-down wooden headboard. âDonât be scared. Itâs just me, baby. I wonât biteâŚâ she grew closer, stronger. âWell,â the dark chuckle brought chills down your back. âI canât promise that.â
The bed dipped momentarily before a heavy weight was found atop you. You wanted to scream, to outwardly wonder what the hell was going on, but nothing came. Each sound you so much as attempted to let out came out muffled by the makeshift gag, a simple rag, which made its way around your mouth.Â
âShhh donât bother. It wonât do any good if you keep resisting. After all this time this is how you want to greet me?â Her âtsksâ of disapproval felt familiar, making you feel disappointed in your behavior out of nowhere. âYouâve been a bad girl, Y/N. Having mommy go on a wild goose chase for you was so rude. Have I not taught you manners, sweetheart? Or do I need to repeat those harsh lessons you seemed to hate so much?â
Hands danced by each of your sides. It was then that you realized your state of nakedness, but then again, the woman atop you had a similar one. Only her alabaster skin was tainted with blood, seemingly not hers, from head to toe. There were straps that held together a rather large, bulging artifact between her legs that, to your surprise, moved when she did.Â
âItâs been far too long since I last had you.â She, Wanda, remembered vividly the last moment she had with you back in Wakanda where you sacrificed yourself for the sake of the universe only for Thanos to diminish it all into nothingness. She was told to be strong by Steve shortly after having won the war after losing you to the battle, but he could never understand the immense guilt she carried with her each passing day. For years she had lost you but was finally able to return you to the safety of her arms even if from a different universe. âDid you miss me? You donât have to say anything, I know you did. But now you never have to worry about anything anymore. Mommyâs right here to keep her perfect girl safe. Those horrible men wonât hurt you again, I promise.â
Lips crashed on your own for a bruising kiss. They clung to you for dear life much like her fingernails that dug deep into your skin. She wanted to both maim and love you, to destroy every bit of sanity left in you before building it back up again. Wandaâs desperation for control led her into rather questionable actions. Even if most of the population at Kamar-Taj, that including the Sorcerer Supreme himself, had been reduced to ashes, it was well-worth it if it meant you were now hers once more.Â
She grabbed the enchanted dildo between her legs, jerking it up and down with copious amounts of lubricant she poured on it beforehand. Those cold, bloody hands grasped at your hips until you let out a stifled scream, something which made the witch smirk against your mouth. Any sign of pain from your end made her want to repeat her macabre actions even if it meant bringing you to tears.Â
Legs were pried open forcefully until you gave yourself to Wanda who momentarily ceased torturing your lips to look down. Her tongue stuck out, licking the scarlet off her mouth as she took in your beauty. Grabbing her toy, she rubbed it on your cunt, huffing at how pathetically wet you already were. She remembered fondly how easy it was to rile you up. Seeing it apply to a different version of you swelled her heart with pride.Â
âYou always were such a cute slut for me. So cock-drunk, huh?â Wanda found herself laughing maniacally. âYou know all those beautiful dreams you have about me? Well, theyâre real, love. In each of them you saw exactly how I made you mine. This was a long-time coming, you knew that too. So now youâll be a good fucking girl for your mommy and youâll take anything I give you.â She leaned in dangerously close, her viridescent eyes turning red as they bored themselves into your wide, fearful ones. âAnd when Iâm done with you, you better behave and thank me for all Iâve done for you, sweetie.â
There came no warning when Wanda lined herself against your gaping hole before pushing the toy all the way inside. She didnât care for the slight pain it caused you, much less if you thought her dildo was too big. After all the time she spent away, she would do whatever she wished to bring joy to herself. And if that meant putting you down then so be it.Â
âFuck.â Her loud grunts were lustfully melodic for your ears. âSo drenched for me already. Hm, just like the good girl I remember. You always did love taking dick so well, huh?â
And even if you had no memory of that, you found yourself nodding.Â
By no means was Wanda sweet even if some of her praises, those hiding behind degrading words, were. Her hips violently moved back and forth. They helped in dragging her swollen cock to spread your inner walls, prying them apart harshly until the tip reached the spongy part in your depths. And with the enchantment she had, the woman could feel every single thing from the warmth and moistness of your pussy to the way it gripped her with desperation for more.Â
âThatâs it, baby,â Wanda moaned. Her cheeks were madly flushed, their tint matching that of the crown on her head. She found your breasts and squeezed them instantly. Thumbs brushed past your hardened nipples, flicking them until they grew sensitive and yelling at her for attention â one you only received once she wrapped her lips around them and sucked the life out of you. âPerfect.â She slapped one of your breasts before moving to suck the other neglected one. âYouâre just mommyâs perfect whore.â
I am, you caught yourself thinking. Your good girl.
The sound of skins slapping boomed across the room. You quickly found solace in it as you became hypnotized by the way Wandaâs face scrunched up atop you. She was quite loud. With each little ministration she showed just how deep her need for you went. It made you feel better about the lack of pleasure you gave her, but in her eyes it was perfect. Even the miniscule amounts of gasps you let out were enough to rile her up.Â
âIâm close,â she husked out. âAnd I know you are too.â Because even if you were unaware of it, Wanda could hear every thought that crossed your mind â it would be rather helpful for when she molded you into the best version of yourself for her to own. âCum for me, you fucking whore. Show mommy how much you missed her and maybe I wonât spank your ass until you pass out begging for forgiveness. You do what I tell you when I tell you.â With her clammy forehead sliding against your own, she devoured you entirely. âDonât forget how easily mommy can replace you.â
That was enough motivation to get you to let go as she wished. And when you did, your face was embarrassingly warm. Legs shook, rapidly turning to putty as your back arched in response. But even if you came, Wanda didnât stop. No, she kept fucking into you, even going harsher as a means to draw out every drop of desire you held back. Her cock slammed with violence into your pussy â for moments even forming a small bulge at your abdomen that she happily pressed against.
Wandaâs dick was heavy with faux cum from her magic that she soon let out. Spurts of white stuck to your inner walls, piling up one by one as their presence became too much. Youâd been filled to the brim but she kept going. And when some of her seed spilled out with how rapidly her cock was being thrust, she ignored it as a means to keep going.Â
âThere you go,â Wanda giggled. She shook her head before a ragged breath was let out to prove her exhaustion. It had been far too long since she was spent in such a way â years specifically. âNow was that so hard, slut? Didnât you miss getting to cum all over your mommyâs special toy?â
You didnât mean to nod, but the beam it brought to her features was worth it.
âGood girl. Hm, youâre now nice and full for me,â she pointed out with raised eyebrows. Leaning back, Wanda admired your messy, sweaty body. Her eyes dropped to where the toy remained nestled safely in your pussy. No matter how much you squirmed over it, she wouldnât take it out until she was fully satisfied. âOne of these days youâll carry my pups like you wanted to before. Oh baby, youâll look so beautiful then. There are so many things mommy has yet to show you, but worry not.â Those broken lips grazed your own. âWe have all the time in the world.â
As scared as you were of your involuntary future, you couldnât help the shot of excitement that shot through your body as that prospect. Now your life had no other meaning than to be loved and cherished by Wanda. And you wouldnât have it any other way.Â
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was so caught up with life BUT I THINK ABOUT THIS ALL THE TIME like i canât breathe. how are they so hot and how are they not in my bed with me and how are they not babying me right now.
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a/n: I don't have anything to say about this except uh.. I love this massive beast of a fic and I hope y'all love it too. Thanks to all of you who were patient and understanding about me having to step away from posting this AU publicly, this is for y'all đ
warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut, oh so much smut; strap-on use (r receiving); oral; spanking; degradation; a bit of humiliation for the funsies; mommy/daddy kink; face sitting; overstim; pet names; top!Natasha; switch!Wanda; soft aftercare and feelings at the end
words: 6.6K
summary: Private Hire AU; it was finally time for you to get your reward... if the sight of your bosses fucking don't kill you first
private hire au. || main masterlist.
Natasha hadnât really waited for a response, directing you both to their shared master bedroom with a firm but gentle tug on your arms. Youâd followed silently, your head too full to focus on whatever conversation the two women a few feet ahead of you were having. Natasha had clicked the heavy bedroom door closed behind you, a singular crook of her finger taking you away from where you hovered by the wall. âThereâs nothing to be scared of sweetheart, no one here is going to harm you.â The sincerity in the redheadâs eyes was so intense you nearly looked away, but still, you trusted her.
Turns out Natasha didnât think Wanda needed much kindness.Â
You didnât remember how exactly Natasha had stripped Wanda of her clothes, but it didnât matter. All of that was easy to forget when the brunette was riding the silicone toy strapped to her wifeâs bare hips so perfectly. She braced herself with her hands on Natashaâs shoulders and selfishly, you hated how it blocked the full view of Wandaâs breasts as she rocked back and forth. âFuck, right thereââ
The noises she made confirmed how close she was; something about Natasha exercising her cruelty in the bedroom never failed to drive Wanda to near insanity. Maybe because only Natasha would ever wield such power over her; she could safely let go and be at the redheadâs mercy without fear that sheâd use that same power to undermine her either in their marriage or with others. Natasha was her safe space.Â
You wanted to be that for Wanda too; not control, but please her so well she had no choice but to lose her composure. Imagining yourself in Natashaâs place was too impactful of a thought, leaving you squirming where you sat kneeled away from them on the large bed.
Natasha caught it, eyebrow quirking as she saw your eyes glued to where the toy disappeared and reappeared between Wandaâs legs. She wondered if you knew how obvious you were being; if Wandaâs eyes werenât screwed shut, she wouldâve wanted to remember the longing look on your face forever. Still, Natasha would happily let you have what you earned after youâd been so agreeable with her the other day. Unlike her wife, she believed in instant gratification⌠for herself.
âYou gonna cum, baby?â Her hand rested on Wandaâs hip, guiding her along while she nodded frantically. She was so pretty like this, it was a struggle not to give Wanda what she wanted, but Natasha was still getting started. It was too early to let her finish; thereâd be plenty of time for that later. âNot until you make me first.âÂ
Wandaâs whines were pitiful as Natasha pulled her away, clearly resisting, twisting and turning out of her wifeâs strong grip. Just once she wished Natasha would just⌠give in, but when she set her mind to something, she was unshakeable. Still, all she wanted was one tiny orgasm, âNo, Tasha, please-â
âAh ah, thatâs not my name, is it?â You watched as Natasha barely flinched, manhandling Wanda to kneel between her thighs, effortlessly maneuvering her harness out of the way to free space where she pushed Wandaâs head. As much as this was for Wanda, Natasha felt sheâd earned the right to be self-serving for a moment. Wanda still needed to make up for missing her dinner. What better way than with her desperate wife going down on her?
Wanda bit her tongue and fought the urge to roll her eyes, holding back only to stay in Natashaâs good graces. She needed to cum tonight; she was painfully close already, her cunt clenching around nothing again as a bitter reminder. Natasha was always so full of herself; Wanda hated how attracted she was to it. âSorry, daddy..âÂ
She barely managed to get it out before Natasha was shoving her face to meet swollen, pink lips.Â
Natashaâs head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, her hand tight in Wandaâs hair as she devoured her with a confident skill only longtime lovers had. Once again you wished you could switch places with Natasha, having cum so many times to the fantasy of Wanda rewarding you for your good work with her head buried between your legs. âFuck, Wanda.. just like thatâŚâÂ
The praise had Wanda rubbing her thighs together for friction, an act that Natasha couldnât let slide. Fun as it was to watch Wanda try to get herself off, it was about time she gave you a task. âCome closer, dove. I need you to hold mommyâs legs apart.âÂ
Embarrassingly you scrambled at the chance to touch, holding one of Wandaâs calves firmly. Theoretically it gave you something to do with your hands, but quickly you realized just how torturous it was. The new angle let you see Wanda spread open, bent over in a way that meant her sex was on full viewâ you needed to taste her more than anything in the world. She was visibly wet, thighs slick with evidence of her own need; Wanda was so so close, but you didnât have permission.Â
You let out a whine of your own, arousal clouding your brain. Wanda was too busy to acknowledge you, but Natasha never missed a thing. âWhatâs the matter, wish she was doing this to you?â Her tone was clearly mocking, even when distracted by Wanda pushing her tongue past her entrance slowly and steadily.Â
Given the situation you found yourself in, it was understandable youâd want to participate, but you still flushed at the thought of admitting it, âY-Yes, I doâŚâ Natasha chuckled, low and breathy, holding Wandaâs head still to fuck her face freely. She was enjoying herself way too much, the sheer authority Natasha wielded over the both of you threatening to make her fall apart even faster. Letting Wanda have a pet really was the best decision theyâd ever made.Â
âShe is extremely good with her mouth,â The redhead let Wanda pull away just enough to take in air, shuddering as her hot breath hit her wet skin. She was back in an instant though, sucking and licking at Natashaâs clit with slow, languid strokes, taking the bud past her lips because she knew that was her wifeâs favorite. Blunt nails scratched at the base of Wandaâs skull, a sensitive spot that left Wanda moaning into Natasha softly. As dominating as Nat was, she was still powerless to her wife. She was gorgeous and brilliant and oh so pretty to look at, wide, pleading eyes and all.
Wanda worked at her until thick thighs clamped around her head, temporarily muffling any noises that werenât her tongue messily sliding through Natashaâs wet sex. She forgot about her own need long enough to carry Natasha through her orgasm, nudging her nose against her sensitive bud until the grip loosened and she was free to sit back on her own arms. âSee, you can behave when you want to.â
There was a mental note made that, despite her defiance, Wandaâs praise kink ran deep because every word Natasha uttered had Wanda visibly soaking even after going untouched; the urge to just lean in that one short distance and clean up where she was dripping. âMommyâŚâ You only realized youâd pleaded for her aloud when the older woman was laughing again and Wanda pushed her hips back towards you in invitation. She almost made you give in, but Natashaâs warning look kept you still with a pout.Â
âI prefer you so much more when youâre a good girl for me.â Natasha went back to what she was saying, running her fingers through Wandaâs long hair. She was so sweet when she was agreeable; they just had so much more fun, âInstead of mumbling and grumbling like a bitch because I played with your toy a little while you were gone.â
That mustâve been Wandaâs last straw because she bit her wifeâs thigh, hard. There was no way it didnât hurt, you winced just having witnessed it, but Natashaâd had way worse. They were known to get painfully rough with one another, but Natasha yanked Wanda up until their faces inches apart with such ferocity that you audibly gasped. âYou think thatâs funny?â
The brunette must not have been expecting such a strong reaction either, begging for something as soon as she opened her mouth. Through her rambling words, you were sure you heard an âIâm sorry,â but Natashaâs face remained hard, no mercy to be found. Wanda was farther from you now, but on all fours she was still visible; in your single mindedness, you ignored Natashaâs berating to instead watch Wandaâs trembling thighs and what lay between.Â
âYou say sorry, bat those pretty eyelashes, and I always go easy on you.â If Natasha was âeasyâ so far, you were morbidly curious what true punishment entailed. Her hands roamed over Wandaâs naked form until they reached her backside, offering a deceptively gentle pat before grabbing her possessively, âbut not today. I think youâve forgotten what real consequences look like.âÂ
Wanda protested incoherently, shaking her head as if thatâd do anything to sway her wifeâs new plan of action. âI mean it, I swear. Iâm sorry!â She didnât mean it; needy as she was, Wanda didnât regret biting Natasha. Even she had limits when you were present, wanting you to still see her having some form of control, but Natasha could care less. And she could see right through Wandaâs empty apology.
âYou will be when Iâm through with you-â Natasha uttered something in her native Russian, a phrase that left Wanda mewling, but it was nothing compared to the pitiful noises made as her lover delivered a painful slap to her round ass. You wished you picked up on languages better only so you could fully appreciate Wandaâs Sokovian pleas; whatever it was, it didnât change her treatment one bit.Â
Wanda only lasted through five swats before she tensed, fingers gripping Natashaâs sides as her thighs shook and you knew she was cumming. You couldâve watched the sight forever; Wandaâs hips stuttering and bucking around nothing so close to you. Frenzied eyes darted to the woman leaning against the headboard, half expecting her to be disappointed in Wandaâs sudden break, but Natasha was highly amused, looking perfectly pleased with herself.Â
It wasnât the first time sheâd seen Wanda cum that way and she knew how much Wanda hated itâ to her, it was empty, unsatisfying, embarrassing. All it did was worsen the need already clawing at her skin. The punishment of a spanking had been a calculated means to an end; Wanda was still so on edge, she wouldnât be surprised if tears were falling down her red cheeks. She was right where Natasha wanted her. Fake pity written clearly all across her face, she hooked a finger under Wandaâs chin to bring her into a bruising kiss, âWhat a desperate little slut.â
Wandaâs arms gave out then, falling into Natasha wordlessly while she tried to process the painful stings on her ass amidst her aftershocks. It was silent for a few moments, Natasha knowing enough to allow Wanda time to catch her breath. Games aside, she wouldnât let her love get so overwhelmed that pleasure turned to true pain. Natasha looked at you then, taking in your fists balled into the sheets and tightly clenched thighsâ youâd been so dutifully patient, it was admirable really. She didnât think she could last as long as you did without simply taking what she wanted from Wanda. âSo tense over there⌠whatâs on your mind?â
Had you not been denied so long maybe you wouldâve kept quiet, but you had laser focus on Wanda and your need was so obvious, the words couldâve spoken themselves. If speaking up could even slightly get you closer to what you want, youâd talk forever. âI wanna kiss her pussy, daddy.â
âI know you do, dove.â Natasha beckoned you closer and in your eagerness, you let her position you as she pleased, head laid on the pillow a small bit away from where she sat against the headboard. You relaxed as much as you could, the bed impossibly soft against your rigid body, waiting anxiously for your next instruction. âYouâve been so good, helping me with this oneâs surprise, letting me invade your bed the past two nights⌠youâre long overdue for a reward.â As she spoke, Natasha moved Wanda like she was hoisting a box, quick and efficient in depositing her atop you, one leg on either side of your head.Â
She was close enough now you could feel the heat radiating off of her and you licked your lips, staring up at Wanda with wide eyes that were teary with desire. She was big on you using your words, but she gave you a pass this time, just once when your eyes were glued to her cunt and practically drooling with need. âGo on, baby. Make mommy cum..âÂ
You were on her the second you could reach, devouring her with a vigor even you didnât know you had. She was just as sweet as youâd imagined, hot and sinfully wet. Wanda was still sensitive from her unplanned orgasm and your eagerness was quickly bringing her to another, but she didnât want to cum again so soon. Not when sheâd already done so humiliatingly easily a few moments prior, but it was proving way too hard to continue to hold back. âFuck, your mouth feels so good..âÂ
You hummed as her hands found your hair, raking her fingers through it until she had a good hold on your head. She rocked herself methodically, zero trace of shyness as she moaned each time you dragged your tongue through her sex. Wanda knew what she wanted you, unlike Natasha, werenât in any position to tell her no. When you flattened the smooth muscle, Wandaâs grip faltered, the rough surface of your tongue against her clit leaving her shuddering.Â
âO-Oh⌠stay right there, stay still for me, sweetheart-â Hard as she tried to hold back, Wandaâs hips betrayed her, she was cumming again with a sigh and you let her freely have her way with your mouth even as she tugged hard at your hair.Â
When you started to slow, wanting to draw out the experience youâd waited so long for, Natasha shook her head and placed a steadying hand on Wandaâs hip. âAh ah, your jobâs not done that quickly, not yet.â Assuming Natasha was simply conveying what Wanda couldnât as she caught her breath, you were quick to bury your face back into her cunt, the deep groan from above relaxing the last of your nerves.Â
Wandaâs movements were getting out of sync, clearly ready to succumb and, helpful as you were, wrapped your arms around Wandaâs thighs to pull her down. âWait-â
âPut your hands on the headboard.â It was probably the most demanding thing youâd ever said to her, but your brain was stuck on one goal and that was tasting Wanda as long as sheâd let you. Shockingly, she complied with your demand, even settling her hips so you could lap at her to your heartâs content, but she was whining, wiggling to get a moment away from your tongue that refused to let up.
âWhatâs wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this.â Natasha was at the perfect angle to antagonize Wanda, forcing the brunetteâs head towards her with a strong grip on her chin. Wanda hated that Natasha wouldnât just keep her mouth shut. She wasnât ashamed of her thoughts, not at all, but it was a whole other thing entirely to let you hear what sheâd confessed privately to Natasha. âAll those times youâve mumbled about our precious little dove, watching her practically beg to fuck you just to say no and fantasize about it more?âÂ
It was hard to make out what Wanda was saying, her sentences cut apart with small noises as soft as she was, but the âyesâ you heard confirmed that your boss thought about you as much as you did her. Unfortunately the conversation alone was enough to bring you close to soaking your underwear. Natasha tried to take pity on you, removing the last garment you wore, but sheâd barely brushed you before Wanda slapped her wifeâs hand away.Â
âDonât.â You only had a chance to be upset for a minute before Wanda pushed down on your shoulders, putting your mouth back to work. Reminded of her earlier anger, you whined against her folds, eyes searching for hers to persuade Wandaâs unshakeable will. âNone of that, youâd better not start, you little slut.âÂ
You whimpered a sorry that she mustâve heard because Wanda was smoothing your hair back gently with a whispered âyouâre okay, little one,â reassuring you enough that you knew you werenât in any trouble. She never wanted to scare you again how she had earlier; you were too delicate for that. You nuzzled the inside of her thigh with your cheek, letting her know you were okay before she held the hard wood in front of her again⌠just in time for you to slide your tongue inside her tight entrance.Â
But Natasha wasnât deterred by the same warnings you were; if Wanda still felt bold enough to be a brat, they were all far from done. âYouâre so selfish, you know, not even letting your wife touch your toys until you have. If she werenât so obsessed with you, she mightâve gone off to date someone else by now.â Wanda visibly bristledâ she knew you never would, but Natasha being right made her want to roll her eyes for a completely different reason.
If you hadnât been fucking her just right with your tongue, maybe she could have. As it was, her eyes fell shut and Natashaâs supportive hands were the only reason her head didnât completely fall back. âOh.. d-donât stop that..â You wouldnât dream of it, not when Wanda was dripping onto your chin and she let you guide her into the perfect shared tempo.Â
âThere you go, keep fucking her like that and sheâll come apart for you in no time. She just loves being taken care of. Isnât that right, dear?â Wanda nodded without realizing, knuckles white on the headboard as she focused on the tip of your nose brushing over her sensitive bud. She was close again and this time Wanda was going to warn you, but then you were curling your tongue and she was clenching around it, her third orgasm of the night leaving stars in her vision.Â
You hadnât stopped yet though, cleaning her up even as your jaw tired. Greediness kept your arms around her thighs, waiting until the moment youâd gotten your fill of her to let her go. So far, you haven't even come close. âSensitiveâŚâÂ
Natasha cut in quicker than you could loosen your grip. âDonât stop, dove, you can keep going.â You obeyed the redheadâs command, licking at Wandaâs swollen center even as her legs clenched around your head.Â
Wanda was well on her way to shaking, jerking wildly as you held her tighter than you ever had to before. It wouldnât be the first time she cracked a headboard, but she liked this one enough that she wanted to keep it intact. âStop, stop! Malyshka, I canât-âÂ
âShe can. Keep going on and see what happens.â You were inclined to believe Natasha; as much as she loved to push buttons, she would never put her wife in a truly unwanted position especially when she was too powerless to truly get herself out. For your part, the sight of Wanda convulsing above you was too good of a view to pass up, taking mischievous pleasure in the way she jumped each time you pinched her clit between your teeth just the slightest bit. âYou wanted to cum? Well now youâre going to give me one more.â
Her cries werenât new to you. Youâd heard them many a night after youâd come home from the bar and if you ever spotted them, it was always attached to Natasha pushing Wandaâs limits until she broke. Frequently it was all you could think about when you had moments to yourself, brain filled with the fantasy and now that it was right in front of you, there was no way you couldnât make it a reality, even if it was just this once. âNo, itâs too much! I canât.. Iâm gonna-â
âYou will.â Natasha was so sure of it, you knew you had to make Wanda fall over that edge she was fighting against just one more time. You hadnât thought your face could be more soaked than it already was, but Wanda proved you wrong. This time she came with a sharp gasp, tensing around your head until all Wanda took over each of your senses. All you could smell, see, taste was the brunette and you never wanted to leave. Sheâd made a mess of your mouth and chin, surely dripping past your cheeks and onto the pillows by now, but none of it bothered you and absentmindedly you wondered if this feeling right now was better than any orgasm.Â
âI told you, sheâs always got something up her sleeve.â Vaguely you were aware of Natasha pulling Wanda away from you, mostly by the lack of warmth around your head, but you laid still, perfectly content. Natasha hovered above you, a wide grin plastered across her face. âYou did so well, dove...â She leant in close for a kiss, something you thought a sweet gesture until she was licking over your lips. At first you parted them and she indulged you, dominating the kiss as she nipped along the shape of your mouth.Â
After a while Natasha pulled away, her tongue drawing a line up your throat as a lonely whine erupted from it. Youâd just been so consumed, it hurt to be left alone and you needed her back, even if she was only a few inches apart. âTashâŚâ The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, but Natasha didnât correct you; maybe she was too aroused to care this time.Â
âHush, baby, youâre alright.â She kissed you again, the two of you sharing the lingering taste of Wanda and moaning into each other. âI think itâs safe to say you made her happy enough to finally give you what you want.âÂ
Natasha hoisted you up to your knees, taking in your current state of disarray in mock concern. âOh you poor thing, so tenseâŚâ Her hand slipped between your thighs, dragging two skilled fingers through your folds where you were positively dripping. It took almost no time for you to whimper and beg for more attention, hips jerking wildly for anything you could find. The two other women found it painfully enticing, the deep hunger to finally fully claim you as theirs rising. âWands, can you take care of her yet? Or can I keep her occupied for you first?âÂ
The brunette shot up at her proposal, eyes still a tad hazy, but determined. âGet your own if you want someone first, sweetheart.â Wanda had to stretch to grab at her nightstand, standing on shaky legs only long enough to secure the harness youâd waited to see for so long. You were drooling, you were sure; the sight of the thick toy both intimidating and leaving you feeling more empty than youâd ever felt before.Â
âThatâs what I have you for.â Natasha mocked, pecking her wifeâs cheeks once sheâd settled back onto the mattress. Meanwhile, you were practically leaping into Wandaâs arms, wrapping yourself around her just to cling to anything at all. Wanda let Natashaâs comment go in favor of shushing you, hands rubbing over your back while you frantically pushed your face into the crook of her neck. She knew what you needed, even without your muffled whining and as you pressed your pelvis against her strap at just the right angle to let your neglected clit have the most enticing friction, Wanda was more than excited to give you everything you wanted and more.
âCalm down, Iâm right here. Mommyâs got you..â You let up just enough to plead with her, eyes wide with need; when she testingly pressed the tip against your entrance, it took everything in you to wait and not just sit on it instantly. âNow?â
You nodded wildly, completely sure of yourself at that moment. âYes, god please.. I need you so bad!â Wanda hummed as she pushed you down onto her strap, fueled by you saying you needed her specifically. If only you knew she needed you just as much, thriving off just how dependent you were on her. Natasha came behind you to hold your hips, thankfully just in time because without her, youâd have gone fully limp. The simple feeling of being full of Wanda, finally sitting in her lap where you were stretched and ready for her⌠you were trying so hard not to cum on the spot. âMove.. please..âÂ
In the future, Wanda would make sure to coerce you to ride her, but tonight, you were beyond gone; there was no way youâd have the focus to do so. She started slow, judging how well youâd adjusted to the toy, but the pace wore on you both and it only took a minute or two before she was fucking into you steadily. âDonât worry, dove. Iâll take care of you, you donât have to do anything.â
You nodded as best you could, trying so hard not to cry out too soon even as Natasha moved your hips in time with Wandaâs thrusts. There was no way you couldâve kept up without the other womanâs help, Wandaâs now fast motions forcing any thoughts that werenât on the burning stretch between your legs far, far away. If you died right here, you wouldnât notice, way too caught up in the women sandwiching you to be bothered with anything else. âM-Mommy.. feels goodâŚâÂ
It felt way more than just good, both Wanda and Natasha could tell you were almost completely blissed out in just a few minutes of their focus turned to you. Maybe if you could spare a moment to process your situation, itâd be embarrassing how close you were so quickly. Try as you might, you couldnât find it in yourself to care. Youâd waited too long to mind anymore.
âIs mommy fucking you real good, baby?â Natashaâs lips were right at your ear, her grip tight on your sides as she kept you in place, âIs it everything your needy little pussy dreamed of?â She could only assume you were agreeing with her, your noises as incoherent as they were loud. One look at Wanda and she could tell her wife was oh so pleased with herself, the payoff from denying all three of you clearly oh so worth it for her. Natasha was the one known for control, but Wanda was nowhere near lacking. Hers came in subtle ways such as this, waiting until you were obsessed, hopelessly dependent, and far too deep to realize she was always the one getting her way.
Wanda stroked your cheek slowly, gently, trying to coax you into taking a few deep breaths. She doubted you realized you were mumbling against her skin, begging almost silently; it was so cute, Wanda nearly wished she was filming you. No matter, there was always next time. âNo one even had to prep you.. You were just so ready for us, werenât you?â She watched your head fall back as she shifted her angle, hitting that perfect spot and making you give up any hope of keeping your orgasm at bay.
A strong hand pulled your chin down until Wanda was in view once more. She was saying something about wanting to watch you, but you couldnât respond, your entire body fixated on finally reaching the high youâd dreamt of for so long. â...need to cum.. please-âÂ
Both women chuckled at your babbling, faintly registering Natashaâs lips on your shoulder as Wanda cracked a smile, âThis is your reward, baby doll. You can cum whenever youâd like, go on, you earned it.âÂ
âThank you mommyâŚ!â It couldnât have been more than a few seconds before you were cumming, cunt clenching hard on Wandaâs strap while she fucked you through such blinding ecstasy, you were sure your bones had gone soft. There wasnât a moment youâd been left alone, either Wanda or Natashaâs hands somewhere on your body, keeping you grounded even as you felt completely untethered. You wished you could thank them for their attentiveness, but your jaw was helplessly slack.
What finally brought you back was Wanda carefully lifting you from her lap, your still tingling legs trying and failing to keep you locked down. She was unfazed by your protests, shushing you like she would a child, âShh, donât make a fuss, youâve been so good. Youâre going to let Natty have a turn with you.â As soon as Wanda finished speaking, you shut up, immediately ready to be filled again. You hadnât stopped thinking about the bulge youâd felt under Natashaâs pants two nights prior, or how amazing it would feel taking you apart.
The second the tip of her strap nudged your entrance, you tried to sink down on it, but Natasha held you firm, preferring to lead you down on it herself. Even then it didnât take long, your first orgasm from Wanda leaving you open and easy to use. âYou took it all so quickly⌠gonna let me fuck you now, sweetheart?â You were nodding before she could finish, pushing your hips back into her in desperation, already craving another orgasm from the redhead behind you. Her hand snaked around your front, spread fingers pushing into your lower belly despite your whines, âCan you feel me filling you up, dove? Pressing into your sweet tummy?â
âMhmm.. âlove it..â And truly, you did. Something about the near painful fullness between your legs was addicting and you never wanted to let it go. But then Natasha drew back, leaving you shockingly empty just long enough for her to shove herself back in. Unlike Wanda, Natashaâs pace was instantly brutal, rendering you speechless each time she bottomed out in your stretched cunt, âDaddy⌠t-thatâs hard-â
You couldnât see Natasha, only hear her fake pity, mocking your pleas while her teeth scraped down the back of your neck. She wasnât apologetic in the slightest; you wanted her to fuck you, this is what it was like. âAww, did someone think Iâd be gentle like my wife? Donât be so fragile, you can take it.âÂ
Strained arms tightened around Wandaâs neck, leaning on her completely as your panting turned heavy. âNatalia, be careful, donât hurt her.â Natasha rolled her eyes, not once even thinking of letting up. Wanda always treated you like such a precious porcelain doll, but cherished as you may be, Natasha knew you werenât unhappy.Â
Not when you were soaking her strap so much she could slide you up and down like it was nothing. âShe can take it, Wanda. She loves it.. Isnât that right, little one, daddyâs tough girl.â You moaned out against Wandaâs collarbone, bracing yourself for the next wave of pleasure you were just out of reach from. Wanda pulled your head back for a kiss just as you began to cry out, the brunette swallowing your sinful noises as your hips stuttered and shook atop Natashaâs thighs. There was no way the sheets beneath you werenât ruined, evidence of your orgasm smeared over both you and Nat.Â
You took a breath, tried to at least, but Natashaâs thrusts never let up, keeping you on the edge of something equal parts intoxicating and overwhelming just like the woman herself. âCanât.. no more..â But this time it was Wanda who spoke up, pressing quick kisses over your flushed nose and cheeks while her hand slid between the two of you.Â
âJust do one more. For the both of us, please, baby?â You wanted to cry, you were going to, tears filling your eyes as two fingers rubbed over your swollen bud. It was all too much and not enough; you needed both of them to let you fall just once moreâ if only you could stay coherent long enough to reach it. You felt like your whole body was spasming, every touch Wanda or Natasha gave almost stinging your skin, but you didnât want it to end. Not ever.Â
Natasha came to a slow stop, working you down as steadily as sheâd brought you up. You were thankful for it really, much too used to being left alone once youâd finished; this was infinitely nicer. When she backed up to ease you out, Wanda took over and encouraged you to rest your exhausted body atop hers which you did readily. âYou did amazing, such a good job⌠How do you feel?âÂ
Speaking would still be too much, your throat tight from your long night. Instead you snuggled into Wanda, hoping your happy hums against her chest would be enough to soothe any concerns she may have. If her gentle coddling was any indication, she understood. âGood girl. You just lay here and if you need anything, let me know however you can. Do you understand?â
You nodded your agreement, finding Wandaâs hand to give it a weak squeeze as she settled against the headboard to allow you both to stretch your legs. Natasha was the one to pull a blanket over the two of you before sliding in next to her wife. With a lazy peek upwards, you saw Natasha whisper something indiscernible into Wandaâs ear and after a minute to process, the brunette nodded. She let Natasha smooth her hair down; an action so intimate, there was no way Wanda wouldâve allowed it in her earlier state.
The last thing you remember was Natashaâs hand behind your head, lips warm and sweet against your temple. It would be so easy to get used to this. âGet some rest, weâll be right here.â Natasha wasnât really a talker, not unless something needed to be said. Consequently, her reassuring words felt even more comforting and as soon as her hand joined Wandaâs on your back, drawing slow patterns while she watched over you, your heart melted right along with your muscles.
âDo you feel better or will we have to continue to suffer with snippy Wanda?â Natasha wound her free arm around Wanda, pulling her in until her head rested against her bare shoulder. Wanda only gave a grunt of disapproval, focusing on your sleeping form draped over her. She wasnât in the mood for any more of Natashaâs antics tonightâ truly she was fed up for a good while.Â
Natasha could sense it, both from Wandaâs silence and her stiffness. It was Wanda who introduced Natasha to the idea of a post-sex cuddle; not that she was particularly good at it, but it was what she wanted. The first time sheâd fallen into Natasha was awkward, made more so by the lack of reciprocation, but sheâd hung on anyways even as her partner stayed stiff as a board. Now the older woman knew Wanda like the back of her hand and if she was still the rigid one, Natasha wasnât fully off the hook yet. âIâm sorry for provoking you.â
âAnd?â Wandaâs voice was firm, unwavering.
âIâm a stubborn idiot.â Finally she was granted eye contact, only to be given an expectant look of pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow. Still, Natasha could see tiredness in Wandaâs eyes, how she fought off sleep just to prove her point with her wife. The only thing Wanda hated more than Natashaâs annoying plots were letting her think sheâd gotten away with them. And she was the one admitting stubbornness.
âAnd?â Natasha had half a mind to just give up and try again tomorrow. She wanted to sleep next to Wanda too much to fall back into that now.Â
She sighed, throwing her head back dramatically, âAnd I shouldnât have played with your favorite little teddy bear just to piss you off.â When she righted herself, Wanda was smiling. She was poorly holding back a laugh, face half muffled in your hair as she tried and failed to hide. Natasha bit the inside of her cheek the moment she realized Wanda wanted to see how far she could push her apology. Sheâd fallen for it enough times over the years, anyone would think Natasha could see right through itâ they underestimated how much she would do to see her happy again. âAre we done now, can we sleep?â
âMmm.. I suppose so. I forgive you.â The last part was a yawn, Wanda sinking down into Natashaâs embrace and closing her eyes. She shifted just enough to lay both you and her on your sides, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. For a moment as you wiggled, she was scared sheâd woken you, but you only burrowed deeper, easily enjoying her chest as a pillow. âSweet little thing.â
��Iâll order us breakfast tomorrow. Something tells me itâs going to be a late morning.â Natasha made sure you and Wanda were nicely settled before relaxing into plush pillows, exhaling a deep, content breath as her body unwound. She let her own eyes close now, fully ready for a much needed sleep back in her own bed.Â
âYouâre not going to run off to get back at me, are you?â The question was so small, so insecure compared to just a minute ago. Angry as they might be with one another, theyâd never lied. If it was something Natasha was thinking of, sheâd tell her. Wanda didnât know if she should be scared of the answer. Natasha hadnât left like that in years and when she did, it was a mistake; theyâd been so young and spitefulness kept her away for a week. It hurt Wanda much more than sheâd ever expected and now it was a fear she had to still every time her error reared its ugly head.
âThatâs abandonment, silly girl.â Natasha stretched over you, just enough to reach Wanda for a long kiss. One that was way overdue. âI never want to leave you, Wanda. My home is here with you.â Her thumb swiped under Wandaâs eyes, wiping away the anxious tears that pooled before she could stop them. Wanda was prone to these bouts of sensitivity after she exploded, the quiet aftermath of her thunderous storm. âI love you more than anything.â
âI love you too,â Wandaâs smile was sleepy but genuine, just barely hanging on to consciousness. She snuggled against your back, your warm body lulling her further and further away. The weight of you combined with Natashaâs strong arm under her head was an intoxicating level of comfort and safety. Sheâd have to talk to you tomorrow about sleeping with them more often. âNow let me sleep.â
Natasha rolled her eyes, immediately regretting how she flopped back to the mattress as you groaned. She swore she used to hate cuddling, but now with you and Wanda both happily snuggling against each other and her, she knew sheâd be getting it twice as much now; she didnât mind it. âFine, get some rest, sleepyheads.â
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a/n: well well well... here we are... all I can say is please don't yell at me for where I had to cut this fic. It just makes the most sense for everything that happens. If you only care about the smut and not the reconciliation of emotions, you'll want to wait for tomorrow's part! I am once again asking that people pls not yell at me for this, I promise you're getting literally 11 pages of smut in pt. 7 tomorrow!
warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; D/S dynamics; emotional submission; smutty intentions/leadup; yelling/ loud conflict; physical intimidation; coercion; Wanda being at her fucking limit with Natasha's bs; a lil gaslighting; the typical red flags that come with these ladies convincing R not to be scared of their behavior, but also a lot of emotions because Natasha loves her wife.. what a simp
summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha knows Wanda isn't one to be messed with. That does nothing to stop her from doing so- or bringing you along with her. But Wanda won't stand for it.
words: 3.6K
private hire au. || main masterlist.
The next day was hard, Wanda hitting you with pointed glares from the time you stepped out of your bedroom and following you all the way down the hallway. It was terrible to feel her eyes on you in such a way; sheâd stared at you before, but never with so much contempt and the embarrassed guilt was eating you alive. Natasha unfortunately was too pleased with herself to help you make Wanda feel better; any mention of it was met with a mildly irritated scoff. As much as she said Wanda would get over it, you knew Natasha was still trying to get over the hurt her neglected dinner brought.Â
This time though, Natasha brought you into their domestic spat and you figured you could end it. You saw Wanda in the kitchen, back against the counter, eyes fixed on the dirty pot that once held Natashaâs Valentineâs Day gift. She didnât look particularly upset in that moment, more contemplative, and you hoped that just maybe if you found just the right words, Wanda would listen to what you had to say. No matter how many ways you rationalized it to yourself though, the situation scared you. âHey uhm.. Wanda?â
Wanda snapped from her thoughts and instantly her brow furrowed again, a deep scowl set on her soft features. âWhat do you want?â
It stung, but at least it wasnât a full rejection. She was waiting impatiently for your answer, like she couldnât wait to be rid of you and never before had you longed harder for Wandaâs constant need to be around you. âI-Iâm sorry. I shouldnât have-â
âStop. I donât care.â Your face was puzzled, clearly she cared. You didnât have the mental energy to deal with two stubborn women, but you didnât know why you ever expected anything else. Just as you were about to offer a rebuttal, she raised a hand and with the slight shake of her hand you knew she was struggling not to physically shut you up. âI said, I donât want to hear it. Take the hint and walk away.â
It was taking everything in Wanda not to fully snap at you, trying desperately to reign herself in. Her anger was with both of you, but mostly Natasha. She knew what an asshole she was being; her wife had taken advantage of her absence to hit her right where she knew it would hurt, meddling just enough to annoy her without breaking any of their established rules. Wanda just hated that youâd been too blind to see through it.
Your concern for Wanda loomed large, but self-preservation kept you quiet. There wasnât another word between you two before you walked away, but Wanda had never been this upset with you and although your heart was heavy, you knew to give the brunette her space.
The day went on like that, Wanda isolating herself while you chose to stay around Natasha, hoping that if something else did happen, at least youâd have her to hopefully back you up. Of course Natasha took great pride in this, using every opportunity she could to whisper naughty promises in your ear as she passed or pinch you so you yelped. Each time you were sure even if you couldnât see Wanda, sheâd seen the two of you and when Natasha made a big show of deciding to sleep in your room, you were shocked the door didnât fall off of its hinges with how hard Wanda slammed it. That night you were sure Wanda was going to kill you; there was no way she didnât hear the desperate noises Natasha pulled from you when her hands went roaming.
âYou really are a squirmy one, arenât you?âÂ
âItâs your faultâŚâ you shuddered, Natasha licking a lewd trail up the column of your throat. If it was just the two of you, maybe youâd have let your eyes flutter closed. But Wanda was glaring daggers into the display her wife was putting on with you from across the couch and you were scared she was seconds away from actually stabbing you both. If it was up to you, you wouldâve apologized by now and really you did try, but after yesterdayâs confrontation in the kitchen you figured only time could make Wanda come around. You feared that time may never come if Natasha didnât take an hour off from tormenting the brunette. The couch felt so big, but so smallâ with one lunge Wanda could be on you both and while you didnât know exactly what she was capable of, it was too hard to guess.Â
The tension was killing you, yes, but mostly you missed Wanda. Sheâd never been this mad at you, especially not for this long and despite how often Natasha whispered reassurances that sheâd never let Wanda actually hurt you, it was torture not to be able to curl up to her how youâd gotten used to. âNatasha, when are you going to get tired of being so insufferable? Iâm bored.â
The redhead scoffed, putting her head atop yours to peer over at her wife. âRight after you get tired of being a stubborn child-â It didnât take long for them to switch languages, something they only did when they didnât want you to hear a conversation or if their emotions were running dangerously high. Part of you wished it was the first option, but you knew better.Â
Natasha came back first, only to bring you back to the center of attention, âYou canât be upset over what happens when you refuse to come home. We had a lovely Valentineâs Day and you were welcome to join us.â She pulled you further onto her lap and as she put more distance between you and your other boss, you didnât miss the small twitch of Wandaâs hand as she struggled not to reach out for you. Even though she resisted, your heart fluttered that on some level, she wasnât completely done with you.
âYou canât be upset when I donât show up for a surprise!â Wanda sat up straighter now, having exhausted the last of her patience seeing not only Natasha so damn smug all weekend, but also how you cowered into her when she dared shift closer. Like you were scared of her. Frustration, hurt, and envy had her seeing green and she wanted whatever this weekend had turned into over.
âHow dare you call me a child when youâre the one who canât even bring herself to say she got her feelings hurt because I had to take care of something and didnât magically know youâd planned dinner!â Wanda crept closer as she yelled, her uncharacteristically loud voice echoing through the large living room. âYou are rarely romantic and itâs never on some stupid marketing holiday; I couldnât have known any better so get the fuck over it!â She was close enough that you felt her looming over you, could see her intensity up close. It took everything in you not to take your chances with leaping off the couch and fleeing the roomâ but then her head bent to look at you.Â
âAnd you,â If you didnât know any better, youâd swear you saw actual fire behind those eyes. âI donât even want to look at you right now. Do I treat you so terribly that when I leave for one week, I come back to you begging my wife to fuck you? Are you really that stupid to not know what she was doing?â A glance away let you take in her shaking shoulders, the definition of seething mad.Â
While Wanda was tense with rage, you were equally soâ with fear. Reasoning with her was hard, but youâd done it before. Never with something this big, but maybe if you could just explain- âIâm not! I mean, I didnât-â
âShut up, Iâm talking.â Oh.
Natasha tried to put distance between the two of you, trading places so you sat on the other side of her. To her, this was nothing. She could handle Wanda in any mood, but some were more dangerous than others and this was one you had no hope of solving. âWands, donât-â
âI said, Be. Quiet.â Wanda grabbed you before Natasha could stop her, blunt nails digging into your soft flesh without a singular care for how you cried out. On instinct you reared back, but to no avail; as small as Wanda looked, she was too strong for you to pry off. Your eyes darted from your stinging forearm to Wandaâs unwavering glare; the only action you could take was to whimper. âIf she wants to be a traitorous little slut then Iâm going to treat her like one.â
âWanda. Stop it. Now.â It was rare Natasha came between Wanda and the object of her irritation, having learned early on it only pissed her off further as well as put herself in the line of fire, but this -whatever Wanda was thinking- was too much. Natasha wouldnât let you get hurt for her mistakes, especially knowing how much Wanda would regret scaring you any further. Enamored with her as you were, there were always limits.Â
You didnât know when tears started falling down your face, but as Natasha successfully wrenched Wandaâs grip loose, the first thing you did was try and hide any evidence of them. It wasnât working, emotions overwhelming you still as you choked on a sob. Through blurry eyes you could see Natasha standing bent at the waist in front of Wanda, their faces inches apart while the redhead held her angry wife down with a calmness you could never hope to have. âYou are out of control and Iâve had it. Calm down.â
No matter how she struggled, Natasha was stronger than Wanda and with her arms stuck to her sides on the couch, all she could do was snarl out her rage. âIâm not the one trying to upset her spouse because sheâs sad! Iâve had just about enough of you.â Wanda gave you a quick once over that made you feel small as a mouse, but as she turned to do the same to Nat, the older woman didnât even flinch.Â
âIf you think jumping in her bed and putting on disgusting displays of affection as if Iâm not right here is going to make me forgive you, Natalia, youâre pitifully wrong.â Youâd never regretted a lapse in judgment more in your life. If you could take your after dinner dalliance with Natasha back, you would in an instant, no matter how good it felt. You hadnât known you were doing anything wrong, certainly not that Wanda would take it so heavily, but Natasha knew. Whatever she did set Wanda off so pointedly, it couldnât have been a mistake. Natasha had plotted and poked until she hit just the nerve she wanted to with Wanda, some piece of her she hadnât shared with you yet.Â
Lack of knowledge left you powerless to fix this mess; thankfully Natasha had just figured it out. Wandaâs words made the last piece click and instantly, the typically stubborn woman felt regret stab her through the heart. âIs that it? Did you feel neglected?â
When Wandaâs only response was to huff and look away, Natashaâs suspicions were confirmed. Sheâd stopped fighting, now hopefully sheâd start listening. In all their years together, Nat knew there was no use trying to apologize until she identified the problem. It took time and sometimes her actions made things a little worse before they got better, but it was always worth it.Â
Natasha hadnât apologized immediately because, at that moment, she wasnât sorry. By the time she realized Wanda wasnât going to let this go with a passing insult and temporary cold shoulder, she was too annoyed with her to understand where Wandaâs irritation stemmed from. Instead she threw salt in the wound, continuing to use you as a pawn in her selfish game, daring Wanda to challenge her. Natasha got the fight she sought, but it wasnât shallow or fun like she thought; Wanda was acting out of genuine hurt and scaring you in the process; that was never her goal. âDid you come home, see us at the table and think weâd forgotten about you?â
You were in disbelief as Wanda stayed silent, her tense posture slumping as Natasha exposed her true feelings. How sheâd gotten all of that from Wandaâs silent treatment turned spiteful outburst, you didnât know, but you were grateful. Between feeling helpless and frightened, your mind had barreled towards the worst, fearing your actions were unforgivable in your bossâ vengeful eyes. Still, when you saw her now, Wanda wasnât angry; she was sad. âI missed you, WandaâŚIâm sorry I hurt your feelings.â
She didnât look at you, but she didnât snap either. It was better than last time youâd said something to her a few minutes ago; youâd take any bit of progress at this point. But Natasha wanted better, âWhat do we say when people apologize, Wanda?âÂ
âDonât do it again.â The redhead sighed, but gave Wanda a kiss to the forehead anyways. Wanda could hold onto anger like no other, but speaking to you was a sign she was at least on her way to letting it go. That was more than she could say for how some people had fared. Youâd be alright, Natasha would work on it.
âFine⌠You know I love you?â Natashaâs voice was lower now, quiet enough for her words to clearly be for her wife alone; you felt as if you were spying. When she kissed her properly it was sweet and slow; when Natasha pulled away, Wanda went with her until her restrained arms kept her down. âI shouldnât have pushed you so far, that wasnât right. I love you, Iâm sorry.â
You had a feeling that would be the only time you ever heard Natasha Romanoff apologize for anything, especially with such vulnerability. The words were simple but effective, Wanda letting out a deep breath you were sure she had to have been holding in since she first laid eyes on you in the dining room. Nervous hands were freed soon after Natasha determined Wanda would no longer lash out, but despite her calmer demeanor, you still flinched away when she reached out for you.
The action stung, youâd never refused her touch before; the last thing she wanted was to leave you truly afraid. Wanda knew her emotions tended to get the best of her sometimes; Natasha, rock steady as she was, acknowledged it and loved her, outbursts and all. But there was nothing in your arrangement that said you had to be the same and she never wanted to keep you from fear alone.Â
Wanda knew that fear all too well; sheâd never wish such cruelty on a treasured thing like you. She tried once more, offering a small apologetic smile, touching the hand closest to her. Words couldnât express how relieved she was when you stayed still, gentle fingers now stroking over where your wrist dully throbbed. âDonât tell me youâre afraid of me now? I wonât hurt you, love.â
So many responses swirled in your head, trying to decide whether to silence that internal warning bell and listen to Wanda or to run away. You couldnât bring yourself to give up her soothing touch on your red skin. When Natasha encouraged you forward and you followed until Wanda successfully brought you into a warm embrace, you were sure you picked the right choice. âI shouldâve been better and waited, Iâm sorry.â
âI know youâre sorry. I left Natasha in charge and you were just doing what you were told, werenât you?â Wanda felt your nod more than saw it, once again narrowing her focus at her wife who just rolled her eyes. When she looked your way this time, it was with her typical tender ways, cuddling you close in apology for her earlier behavior. Sheâd missed holding you while she was away, had been looking forward to it every day since she left, now she was two days overdue and intent on soothing any lingering hesitation. âBut Iâm still your favorite? Youâre still my darling little dove?â
âOf course, mommy,â The title slipped out before you could fix it, but Wanda didnât comment on it. Instead she chose to leave kisses everywhere she could reach and while she covered your cheeks in lipstick smudges, you wondered if she was just trying to make up for lost time or outdo the number Natasha had given you over the weekend. Either way, it left you blushing terribly.Â
Natasha sat next to Wanda, enjoying the calm after the storm that was Wanda. She let Wanda take her time with ensuring your comfort; that was as important as anything. After the two of you had settled, Wanda burying her face in your hair while you contently snuggled in her lap, Natasha gingerly guided the brunetteâs head away with two fingers until Wanda had her eyes on her. âThis is very sweet, but I canât just forget your outburst, sweetheart. You were completely out of line, no matter how upset you were.â Wanda pouted, mildly disappointed her quick change of attitude hadnât let her off the hook. That didnât stop her from at least attempting to plead her case.
âIn my defense, I was gone all week and you havenât been very kind since I came homeâŚâ Whatever she was trying to get out of, Natasha wasnât budging, shaking her head as her thumb stroked Wandaâs cheek. It always felt foreign watching Natasha wield control over a woman who always exerted that same power over you; so far, youâd only seen it a handful of times, but youâd never been this involved before.Â
Natasha chuckled at Wandaâs excuse; it wasnât one of the better ones sheâd come up with over the years. Maybe another time sheâd let it go, but Natasha knew her wife and despite her apologies, Wanda was in desperate need of a reprieve from her own head. Another problem sheâd become an expert in remedying. This one, thankfully, was a lot more fun for everyone involved. âIâll be as kind as you need, Wanda. Then you can still enjoy part of your âstupid marketing holidayâ gift with all the attention youâre too stubborn to ask for.â
âIt canât be that easy. You never play fair, Tash,â Wanda whimpered, her grip on your waist loosening in favor of leaning into Natashaâs touch. She wasnât stupid; she knew Natasha wouldnât give up what she wanted without making her work for it in some way. With you being here too, she was sure to make a show of it; if there was one thing her two loves had bonded over it was their love of herâ especially of seeing Wanda fall victim to Natashaâs schemes.Â
This wasnât just a reward for Wanda; in her distress, sheâd gone overboard, scaring you in the process. Nat would put her through the wringer for that. But fuck, she needed to decompress, let herself go in the hands of the woman she loved and trusted more than anyone in the universe. Wanda nodded, accepting whatever night the redhead was so obviously concocting in her head, âMake it worth it, Iâm still upset with you.â
âAw kitten,â Wanda shivered at the petname, you felt it under your thighs as her own shifted and squeezed together, âitâs sweet that you think I care if youâre mad at me. You still need me to fuck you. If you didnât, youâd be yelling my ears off right now.â She huffed, but didnât move and Natasha knew she had her; she was as needy as Wanda was for this. The last few days had been frustrating and she was oh so eager to release all of her pent-up emotions. âItâs so much nicer when you realize I know best. Iâll take such good care of you, I always do.âÂ
Shock overtook you as Wanda didnât protest, not even a squeak. Neither of them would ever let anyone else get away with the chaos theyâd been inflicting on each other. From dinner to this moment, anyone else who treated Wanda anywhere close to how Natasha did or vice versa, would be buried in several places by now. Entranced was the closest word to how you watched the two of them interact, Wandaâs indignant pout disappearing as Natasha kissed her, the most miniscule of gestures seemingly rendering your typically authoritative boss with all of her guards lowered.
You jolted as Natashaâs free hand cupped your chin, bringing you back to the tempting reality playing out just a few inches away. âAm I in trouble too?â
âOh no, dear one, not at all. I have a job for you. Think youâre up for it?â You were agreeing before she finished, not having the slightest idea how she intended to use you. It didnât matter; you didnât need a contract to sway you towards this particular task.
âGood choice.â Natasha gave your cheek an almost patronizing pinch, her devious smirk reminiscent of what youâd seen when sheâd first pulled you into her dinner endeavor two days prior.Â
Wanda pressed her nose into your neck, soft lips trailing over the thin skin of your throat. âYouâll enjoy yourself too, dove, I promise you that.â You hadnât left the couch and already the two women surrounding you threatened to throw your brain into overdrive.Â
Something about today felt different though. This time wasnât nearly as intimidating with Wanda having already agreed; there was no way you could land in trouble when sheâd be right next to you. All you had to do was survive their instruction; youâve done that before. Natasha already looked so proud of your consent and that smile made you feel invincible. âDo you want to see what a good girl my wife can be?â
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a/n: welp, here's the beginning of this two-parter! Part 6 will be out tomorrow so try not to yell at me too much for where I've left it. This part is a whopper of a fic, completely unplanned to be so, but what can I say? I love my mob wives
warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; heavy flirting by Natasha; dry humping; mommy/daddy kink; lap sits and ass grabbing, Nat is just very touchy; reader is a simp, but a horny simp
summary: Private Hire AU; Natasha enlists your help for a Valentine's surprise for Wanda to come home to, you end up being involved a lot more than you planned
words: 4.8K
private hire au. || main masterlist.
Natasha Romanoff was not a romantic.
In the half a year youâd known her, youâd never seen a public display of affection phase her, no matter how sweet and heartfelt. Thereâd been times where Wanda roped the both of you into watching a romantic comedy on the couch or in bed and each time without fail, Natashaâs focus would wander, choosing to tease and poke at Wanda until she got annoyed enough that she either put you in between them or snapped at her, leaving the redhead to pout and mumble through the rest of the film.
The only time she brought Wanda flowers was as an apology, trying to slide her way back into the womanâs good graces after sheâd messed up badly enough. Wanda wouldnât always immediately accept the apology, but she never threw away the giftâ if there was a bouquet on her desk or in the kitchen, it was confirmation that Wanda was coming around. Despite her aversions, somehow Wanda and Natasha still clicked. The more you watched the two interact, the more you realized it was because they accepted each other completelyâ faults, annoyances, and all. Even if Natasha could care less about winning a cheap, dirty stuffed animal at the boardwalk on their day out, when Wanda alluded to wanting one, Natasha shot every target perfectly to give Wanda the giant panda that now sat in her private home office. And Wanda, knowing romance was far from Natashaâs thing, never pushed or expected something she knew her wife would be uncomfortable with performing.
Thankfully, this made it easy to surprise Wanda. Valentineâs weekend was painfully commercialized, sickeningly so for Natasha, but every year she watched her wife sigh and awe at the sweet displays of affection and this time when the month of February came around, she was ready. The first you heard of this plan was when Natasha interrupted your casual reading to inform you that you wouldnât be going to work that evening and to follow her. You were slightly confused, but she didnât seem angry, just⌠stiff.
It was weird to see her in such a way in her own home, even when you were a near stranger in her home, she never changed her behavior around you. Natasha was always unapologetically who she was, even if it was a carefully constructed persona to most, she was comfortable with it, never uneasy like she was now. The wordless trek led you both into the large kitchen, organized and cleaned just as the housekeeper left it that morning. When you reached the kitchen island, Natasha slid a few pieces of paper over to you and as your eyes scanned the worn pages you realized they were recipes.
âI need you to make a cocktail tonight that will go with this stuff. And it has to be special.â Natasha wasnât looking at you, eyes focused on where her fingers were drumming against the marble countertops. If you didnât know any better, youâd say she looked nervous.
You gave her a moment, busying yourself with looking at the ingredients for whatever stew was being described on the page; the original words were in handwritten Russian, ink smudged and paper crumpled, but there was a set of post-it notes with the English translation that you assumed Natasha wrote up for you. It was an easy enough request, ideas already forming in your head, but usually you knew about any sort of gathering well in advance. âWhat time is the party? Iâll have the setup ready by then.â
âThere is no party.â Natashaâs reply was quick, clipped when she remembered that you were always the curious type. Wanda was typically the one who answered your questions, whether they were directed at her or not, but Wanda wasnât here. When she looked at you, she could see your head about to explode with further questions, trying not to bombard her with them when she would clearly hate answering them. âItâs Valentineâs Day weekend.â
Natasha started gathering food from the fridge, balancing the long list of ingredients in her arms effortlessly. She aligned them on the counter in the order sheâd need them, but she mustâve still sensed your confusion because with a deep sigh, she continued to try to make it click, âThis is for Wanda.â
Oh.
Your smile was immediate, stretching across your face proudly while Natasha rolled her eyes, having hoped when she explained youâd just do your task. âNatasha, thatâs so⌠cute.â
âItâs not cute.â Natasha was dicing carrots so fast with her sharp knife looking at the action gave you anxiety. âIâm doing something nice for my wife, she deserves it.â It was true, Wanda had been working insanely hard these days. Even now, sheâd been across the country securing a business deal by herself because the last time Natasha talked to them, two henchmen ended up dead. There was nothing wrong with doing it alone, but Wanda overworked herself making sure everything was in perfect place, even texting you and Natasha every night to assure the two of you had eaten and werenât burning the house down.
It was still weird sometimes to see them act so married. Obviously they were, they certainly didnât hide it, but Wandaâs check-in texts and Natashaâs sweet gestures were so domestic it made you forget the dangerous underworld they controlled.
When Natasha didnât shoo you away, you took the opportunity to sit at the kitchen island, watching her work in silence. âI didnât know you cooked.â
âI donât, but I can. Itâs hard to get time to fit that in when youâre meeting with armed people in smoke dens or parked cars more nights than not.â Natasha did have the more physical job of your two bosses; Wandaâs smooth way with people meant she handled negotiations in calm meetings and agreements on paper while Natashaâs brute force usually meant there would be some sort of violence by the time she was through. Consequently, if there wasnât food made for them, Wanda was the one cooking.
You made a small noise of agreement as the pan started to sizzle with the vegetables Natasha dropped in, leaning on your elbow to relax further. âNot to critique, but Valentineâs Day isnât for a few days, you know? Why are you doing it now?â
Natasha shrugged, pushing the cut pieces around as the tempting aroma of garlic and onion filled the kitchen. âWandaâs coming home today and as much as sheâs been checking in on us, I know sheâs not taking care of herself as well as she should be. Sheâs always been like thatâŚâ Her expressions pushed through then, Natasha frowning and her brow furrowing with worry. You didnât comment on it, but the only times youâd seen her resolve fall was when it came to Wanda. Sometimes she glanced over at the brunette and there was a shine in her eyes that no one else received, or times like now where loving concern and her inability to physically be there for Wanda made her a bit sad. Getting to see a bit of Natashaâs heart filled yours to the brim.
âWell sheâs got us to take care of her at least,â Using âusâ surprised you, but Natasha hummed in agreement and you couldnât help but smile that sheâd let you in on their little domestic bubble. âActually, what are you making? You didnât translate the name and I know very little Russian.â
Natasha chuckled, âIâm aware. You look completely lost when Wanda or I speak anything but English.â You flushed, laughing nervously; picking up on language was a slow process for you and really, the only things youâd internalized from them so far were dirty jokes and the occasional hurled insult. âBasically itâs beef chunks and potatoes with carrots. Believe it or not, I had to make it a lot for Wanda at first because it was the only thing I knew how to cook and the most familiar dish to her when we came to America.â
Her little anecdote surprised you. There was no hiding that your bosses were from Russia and Sokovia; Wandaâs accent was slight most days, only slipping into the deep inflection when she was exhausted, angry, or riled up for another reason and while Natashaâs accent was completely gone unless she specifically wanted it there, anyone who knew anything about Natasha Romanoff knew of her infamous deeds in Russia. Still, you rarely heard them talk about how they came to be here or what even brought them together. In all honesty, youâd been too afraid to ask.
It was hard to imagine Wanda in a state where she had to rely on someone else; the woman prided herself on being in control of every situation she found herself in, but the more you thought about it, the more you realized the need probably stemmed from the lack of control sheâd had for so long. âItâs cut- nice, I mean, that youâd do something so thoughtful for her for Valentineâs Day. Sheâll love it.â
âThatâs the plan.â The mischievous grin Natasha wore as she compiled everything into a stock pot made everything fall into place. There was no doubt Natasha did truly want to be kind to Wanda, but it was a known fact that whenever she surprised her with something very out of the ordinary, Wanda was putty in Natashaâs hands. The redheadâs forward thinking ensured Wandaâs happiness and well-being while also giving her a golden ticket to whatever she wanted; you didnât know a lot about Natashaâs inner thoughts, but there was no way sheâd pass up extra leverage in the bedroom. It was a simple but calculated move that clearly Natasha knew she could pull every once in a while without Wanda catching on. She was stirring the stew calmly, a barely there lightness to her while she hummed to herself, completely unashamed of her Valentineâs trickery; it was no wonder sheâd been a top spy, her plans were devious.
Dinner was left to cook for hours and while it did, the two of you fell into an easy existence, you experimenting with different liquors and syrups to find the ones that you thought would go perfectly with the hearty beef dish while Natasha busied herself with arranging the flowers sheâd ordered on the dining room table. You didnât talk tons, but sometimes you found yourself staring at Natasha and her long wavy hair, the slope of her back into the curve of her ass as she leant over the table and roamed around the house, and couldnât help but wonder if you too would reap the benefits of Natasha making Wanda happy later.
Natasha knew what you were doing, you were sure of it, because sometimes she would bend further than needed only to ask you a question just to watch you stutter out a lame answer. She was the bigger flirt between her and her lover, but it was rare she indulged you like Wanda did; Natasha knew you were into her and she was content to let you pine from afar. Besides, although the pair shared you, there was never any question you were Wandaâs first and if Wanda hadnât done something with you yet, Natasha couldnât take that first time away from you. Not that she didnât want to, of course, it frustrated her beyond belief how long Wanda waited, but the woman adored being lusted after and Natasha told Wanda more times than she could count that youâd still look at the brunette with that stupid little puppy dog expression on your face, Wanda was having too much fun leaving you constantly wanting to have done anything truly physical yet.
On special occasions though, when Wanda was feeling particularly cruel, sheâd been known to taunt you mercilessly until you looked as though you were going to pass out and since Wanda had done it, technically there was nothing stopping Natasha from also playing into it. She sauntered over to the bar innocently enough, catching you off guard while you were engrossed in cleaning any used bar glasses. âDo you have your part all ready?â
It was a simple yes or no question, just one word for you to utter, but your mouth ran dry when youâd started to look up from the sink. Your focus was stuck on her breasts, round and perfect as they rested on the wooden bar. Maybe Natasha had undone a few extra buttons while she worked, but now with how she leaned over they were on full display and it was a miracle your iron grip didnât shatter the glass you were holding. âY-Yeah, I finished. Itâs just chilling in the fridge now..â You shook your head and coughed, trying to cover your reaction, but youâd been too obvious. Just as you were about to apologize, Natasha shushed you with a finger to your lips, pushing forward over the counter until she was inches from your face.
âI hope you know youâre expected to have dinner with us tonight.â You nodded, trying to look anywhere but those deep green eyes, âThat means if everything goes to plan, youâre going to bed with us.â Your head barely moved this time, a rough gulp of air hurting your throat. âIt wasnât just me that made something for her; you made the drinks and Iâm sure you did something extra special for my dear wife, didnât you?â Natasha wasnât even waiting for your response this time, grabbing your cheeks in her hand and moving your head for you. âSheâll love you for that, you know. If you asked her for anything, sheâd most likely give it.â
Natasha smelled like a mix of cinnamon and plum, the dark fragrance clouding your brain. âThereâs something you want really badly, isnât there?â You tried to shake your head no, embarrassment keeping you from admitting what was at the front of your mind, but Natashaâs grip never wavered, pulling your head up and down while she nodded yes along with you. âDonât lie to me, you want my wife to fuck you.â Your eyes went wider than ever, but Natasha just smirked, âYouâre not very good at hiding it. Running to do everything she asks, curling up next to her like a needy kitten. Hell, even getting her off and hoping sheâd finally return the favor. But she hasnât yet, has she?â
This time you shook your head of your own accord, biting your lip as you thought of the few times Wanda called on you for your help, quick things where she wouldnât let you use your mouth on her as much as you begged. The one time you whined about being left to your own devices, the spanking Wanda gave you instead left you standing and sleeping uncomfortably for a week.
âYou poor thing, Iâm sorry. Sheâs a stubborn one, it took me a while to learn just what buttons to push.â Natasha bent far enough to place a kiss along your jaw. And then another, and yet another until her full lips met your earlobe. A shiver ran up your spine as she pulled it with her teeth, but still she held your head at her mercy, âShe wants to fuck you, so badly that Iâve told her to just get it over with, but like I said.. sheâs stubborn. It kills me sometimes,â It took you a second to realize it was you whoâd let out the moan, Natashaâs low chuckle in your ear only making you grip the counter harder. âEspecially because I want to fuck you too. What about it, do you want that?â
âPleaseâŚâ Living in this house with two women who constantly tormented you was like some kind of sapphic purgatory; they made you feel just as much loved and desired as they did shaky and breathless and without being allowed to ask, most nights you felt like screaming with the weight of your pent up tension.
âI think, if we played our cards right, we could ask her to finally do it. Then I can too and youâll be free to play with us whenever you want. Howâs that sound, want mommy and daddy to fuck you to your little heartâs content?â You didnât know when your eyes closed or when you started breathing deeply through your mouth, but as soon as you started to nod, the kitchen timer went off and your eyes snapped open. Natasha pulled back, ending the moment you two shared as quickly as she did the kitchen timer.
âLetâs go check on dinner, shall we?â
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Natasha let you have a taste of the food simmering away in the pot and honestly, it was better than youâd expected it to be; she was actually a great cook. âWandaâs going to love it! When is she getting home again?â
âI was told her plane landed, but she has yet to tell me sheâs on her way?â The woman tapped away at her phone, presumably texting Wanda. You were halfway through pouring your drink into a glass when Natasha slammed her fist on the counter, scoffing loudly as her phone clattered to the surface.
She was angry now and despite the pleasant day youâd had together, Natasha was still scary when she was mad. She must have sensed your hesitation to ask because she wordlessly slid her phone over to you, letting you read.
ETA?
Something came up. Went across town to deal with it, probably wonât be home until late.
Get someone else to deal with it. Come home.
Iâm already here. See you tonight x
In all fairness, there was no way Wanda wouldâve thought there was anything past Natasha missing her in seeing her request to come home and there was no way to say it without ruining the surprise. But when you looked at Natasha stewing across the kitchen, mumbling something dangerous under her breath, you kept your mouth shut. âMaybe we can try again tomorrow?â
Natashaâs glare hit you like a bullet, shrinking away so hard you took a few steps back even though she was many feet away already. âIt wonât be the same tomorrow. I made it today.â
She wasnât wrong, but Natashaâs anger kept her from being flexible; her plan falling apart with one unexpected text. You pulled your own phone from your pocket and sent a quick âhey maybe you should come home soonerâ message to Wanda, but as expected, you didnât receive a response. All you could do was give Natasha her space so you resolved to backing out of the room, separating before she could snap at you again. âWhere are you going?â
You turned around at that, looking to the stove where Natasha was putting stew into bowls. âI thought Iâd just go-â
âI didnât tell you to go anywhere.â Well then, it looked like you were staying. It took you a while to get close to her again, taking your time in case she changed her mind, but she never did. Not when she plated and garnished the bowls and even still when you finished your pouring from earlier. âLetâs have dinner, shall we?â
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Dinner was making you nervous though, the two of you eating in silence while Natasha stared holes into the seat Wanda typically took at the table. It was a pretty setup, really; there were candles that were supposed to be lit around the room, the large arrangement of flowers Natasha bought for her wife adorning the length of the table in a way you knew Wanda would melt over whenever she did see it. Finally you finished your food though and, having had enough of sitting so formally, tried yet again to excuse yourself. âIt was really great, Natasha⌠Iâm sorry Wanda wasnât here, but sheâll still appreciate it when she comes home.â
It was as genuine as you could be, not knowing what else you could say to calm her down. Youâd hoped that some time during dinner youâd get a text back from Wanda, something you could show Natasha to let her relax just a bit, but youâd heard nothing. Staring down on your phone one last time and being met with no notifications, you sighed, pushing your chair back. âI miss her too, just so you know. I hate when sheâs gone for so long.â
Natasha perked up at that, a new plan in her head nowâ a way she could satisfy herself as well as get back at her wife for standing her up. âCome over here, sweetheart.â
You obeyed of course, abandoning your phone on the table to make your way over to where Natasha sat at the head of the table. Sheâd pushed her chair back, legs spread to make as much space as possible. Youâd spent enough time in this household to know what she meant by the look she was giving you, but the vast majority of the time, youâd gotten it from Wanda. You could count on one hand the times youâd sat in Natashaâs lap, but when she took your hand and tugged you towards her, you sat without a struggle.
It never crossed your mind that Natasha still had a plan, you figured she just wanted someone to holdâ Wanda did that with you sometimes too. But then Natashaâs hands wandered, slow enough for you to wonder if you were imagining her intentions at first, but then her nose rubbed against your neck and when your shiver only made her pull you closer, you realized what she had in mind. âYou miss mommy too?â
âY-YesâŚâ A hand slid under your shirt, holding your back securely while she maneuvered until you were straddling her properly. Your hands rested on her shoulders for lack of other places to put them, fiddling with the fabric while Natasha roamed over your midsection. âSheâll be back soonâŚâ
Natasha knew you were only thinking of Wandaâs possible reaction to your compromising position, but she didnât care; sheâd deal with Wanda later. âDonât worry, baby. I was told to take the best care of you while she was gone and thatâs all Iâm doing.â That wasnât all she was doing and you both knew it, if Wanda wouldnât come home then sheâd make her regret not doing so. A soft gesture hadnât gotten her attention, but playing with her pet while she was away? That would always work without fail.
Strong hands slid up your bare thighs, effortlessly pushing up your skirt until you felt exposed. âYou like being a good girl, donât you?â Her thumbs rubbed into the soft flesh of your legs, angling you forward until her clothed hips met your cotton underwear. You hadnât noticed the bulge in her pants all day, how could you, but when rocked up into you, there was no denying the prominent strap on. âThis was supposed to be for Wanda, but Iâm sure youâd love to keep it warm for her.â
She cupped your ass with a possessive force, forcing you against her until youâd started grinding down on your own. âThere you go, dove, we can still have fun and miss mommy together.â It was all you could to mutter out a quick yes, the friction of the layers of fabric against you working you up faster than expected, but it most likely also had to do with Natashaâs filthy words. âIf I had it my way, I would have fucked you by now. Iâd do it right now tooâŚâ
âPlease.. please do it..â Youâd had enough of being messed with until you couldnât think straight; it was driving you wild and if Natasha would put you out of your misery, you werenât going to tell her no.
But Natasha shook her head, even as her hands bypassed your panties in favor of your heated skin, âWanda would kill me. Youâre her baby, sheâd never let me hear the end of it.â Pitiful whines only made her want to continue with her little game, thoroughly enjoying her impromptu after dinner entertainment. It was nothing compared to what sheâd have planned, but getting to reduce you to a babbling mess so quickly helped her get her mind off of how much she missed her wife. âShe hasnât even touched you here yet?â
Her fingertips rested just about the waistband of your underwear, digging into the soft flesh of your lower belly as you fought for any bit of pleasure you could muster just an inch or so below. âNo.. please..â
âBut if she hasnât done it, I canât, baby. You know the rules.â Your frustrated cry was music to Natashaâs ears; if she dared pull you back, she was sure sheâd see tears. âBut she lets you grind on her like this?â She already knew the answer, having watched the two of you many nights where sheâd pull you close, touch you all the right places, just to watch to beg for how much you needed her. Everyone thought Natasha was the sadist, but Wanda had a very dark streak of her own, masked with sweet words and gentle gestures so that youâd let her cruelty roll over you repeatedly, completely unguarded.
When you nodded, Natasha thrust her hips up, the hard toy bumping your clothed clit so perfectly you crumpled into her. Natasha took charge of your movements then, steering your hips to roll against hers methodicallyâ you might as well have been completely limp in her arms. It didnât matter either way, sheâd still have full control. âMommy can be so mean sometimes, canât she?â
You agreed easily, not because you thought Wanda was excessively mean to you, but the pleasure made you compliant; it was no wonder her wife went so submissive for the redhead. Any words you wanted to utter would be slurred, but if you asked one more time you thought maybe, just maybe, Natasha would give in. âFuck me, daddy.. I need it..â
âOf course you do, little one⌠Wandaâs been so hard on you, making you wait so long.â Thankfully Natasha was strong enough to hold you on her lap because your squirming was powerful, anguished, greedy for anything she would let you have. The string of pleases wasnât loud per se, but they were obvious, especially as Wanda traversed the house, searching for the two of you. She found you there at the end of the dining room table, near out of your mind on her wifeâs lap while Natasha taunted you with the promise of fucking you before Wanda gave in. It wasnât the first time Natasha had played with you, Wanda didnât mind that; it was the confidence with which she promised to fuck you, assuring that if you kept it a secret sheâd never tell. You were agreeing of course and as much as Wanda didnât want to fault you for it, possessiveness urged her to lash out at both of you.
âDonât you dare, Natasha Romanoff.â
Wandaâs threat was like a bucket of ice water, burrowing deeper into Natasha as if she could protect you from Wandaâs anger. âOh, look who decided to come home!â You could hear Natashaâs smirk and internally you screamed at her to keep quiet, but you knew she wouldnât. She wanted a rise out of Wanda, any emotion she could get. Natasha loved irritating Wanda and now you saw her full second plan: if she couldnât get her wife in bed tonight, sheâd get under her skin instead and what better way than with you.
âDonât start with me. Glad to see you can still make everyone fall for you.â The words were said with a bite that told you Wanda had known what she felt before; Natasha might have hit a nerve more vulnerable than expected. Your silence didnât save you however, because Wanda was yanking your head around with a force that you were surprised didnât snap your neck. âAnd you..â
âI-Iâm sor-â Wanda held your jaw, keeping any words you had stuck in your throat. You dared to look at her and instantly regretted it, large green eyes staring you down with so much contempt you wanted to shrivel up and die.
âSave it.â She was scaring you slightly, but prolonged eye contact let you see just the barest glimpse of hurt and you went from frightened to ashamed in an instant. âI always knew you were a whore, but I didnât know it was for everyone.â You knew Wanda was saying it to hurt you, she didnât mean itâ that didnât mean it hurt any less. Neither you nor Natasha had done anything wrong according to your agreement, but Wandaâs possessive nature was provoked and whenever that happened, she lashed out.
She pulled away abruptly, leaving you falling until Natasha saved you from falling backwards onto the floor. Natasha looked fully unbothered, knowing her wife enough to know she wasnât in nearly as deep trouble as she couldâve been. âDonât be a brat, Wands. If you donât play well with your toys, someone else will.â
Wanda just scoffed and rolled her eyes, turning on her heel without another word. Despite Natashaâs coolness, you couldnât help but feel like sheâd landed you in boiling water.
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