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[vidrkness]

Second nature

Summary: Agatha Harkness is one of the most respected and influential neurosurgeon in the country but even great figures crack under the right pressure. Hers, is you.

Word count: 3,024

A/N: Hola! So this is the first x reader fic I wrote and so far I’m loving it and I hope you do too. I graduated from the ER and grey’s anatomy school of medicine so excuse any nonsense in here, I’m always happy to receive feedback so don’t hesitate! Thank you for reading <3

Warnings: power imbalance, age gap, future tags to be added.

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Chapter one: The wolf and the lamb

The scent of sterile corridors, old coffee, and overbleached scrubs hits you the second you walk into Westview Memorial.

A Tuesday in March. Heat’s already rolling off , but inside, the central air hums cold and clinical.

You’re early. Surprisingly.

Even before stepping into the internship orientation room, you’ve already done a mental inventory of the top neurosurgeons in this hospital. Dr. Agatha Harkness is at the top of that list, not just at Westview, but practically in the entire state. Rumor had it she was offered the position of department head at Mount Sinai.

She turned it down. Some say it was because she doesn’t like politics. Others say it’s because she likes control.

You’ve never met her before.

But you’ve read every paper she’s published. She’s meticulous, brutal in her criticism of bad research and a ghost, her face rarely appears at conferences anymore. The last photo you found was a few years old: silver-streaked hair swept back into a low bun, cheekbones sharp as her scalpel, eyes like a storm front over the Atlantic.

You remember her eyes most of all.

“Jesus. What is this, the Hunger Games?” a male voice mutters behind you taking you out of your concentration.

You glance up. Seven interns. You make eight.

Five of them look like they got spat out of the Ivy League with their names already stitched into monogrammed lab coats. The other two are reading over orientation schedules like they’re studying for the SATs.

You haven’t spoken to any of them yet. You don’t plan to.

You’re not here to make friends.

You’re here because your father is dying.

Because the brilliant man who taught you to read medical journals at age ten can no longer remember his own name for more than ten minutes.

Because this hospital is the only one close enough to home that lets you sleep in your childhood bed and check on him during the night.

And because you’re the best in your class. You had offers from Columbia, Mayo, UCLA. But you chose this hospital.

For him.

You sit in the front row, you’re halfway through your mental review of cranial nerve pathways when someone drops into the seat beside you, the rustle of polyester and insecurity close at your ear.

“Hey. You nervous?”

You look over. Brunette, tall and bright-eyed. Too eager.

You offer a polite smile “No”

“Oh, cool. I’m Kate” she says with a grin offering you her hand.

“Y/N “ You say flatly extending yours too.

Footsteps echo down the corridor. Sharp, commanding. They stop just outside the door. There’s a hush among the interns. A breath held.

Then she enters.

Dr. Agatha Harkness is taller than you expected.

All sharp black lines, her tailored coat, her pants, her gaze. ID badge swings against her hip like a weapon. She doesn’t wear scrubs. You wonder if she ever has or if she’s one of those surgeons who walks into an OR like a queen into her court, gloves snapped on by trembling hands too scared to meet her eyes.

She doesn’t say hello.

She doesn’t smile.

She walks to the front, glances down at the iPad in her hand, then back at the group.

“Eight of you” she says, her voice a low scrape of velvet over steel “Eight interns. Neurosurgery. My program.”

Silence. No one dares to breathe too loud.

“You’ll be working sixteen hour days, minimum. On-call rotations begin next week. You’ll scrub in, observe, assist if I think you’re worth the time. Most of you won’t make it past the first evaluation”

Her gaze drags across the room. Pauses on you.

Lingers.

You feel it in your chest, in the base of your throat, not warmth. Not admiration. Something colder.

Sharper.

Like she’s already dissecting you.

“I don’t tolerate mediocrity” she continues “If I ask you a question and you don’t know the answer, you’re out. If I catch you slipping up in the OR, you’re out. If you think you can flirt, cry, or whine your way into leniency, don’t waste my time”

Someone shifts uncomfortably.

Dr. Harkness looks directly at you “And if I catch anyone playing games with me, I will make sure your career ends before it begins”

You don’t look away.

You should.

But you don’t.

In defiance or stupidity, but she doesn’t scare you and something dark flickers in her eyes. The way you hold your head up, the way you don’t flinch or make faces. Intrigues her.

Bothers her.

She turns, taps the iPad once, then gestures to the screen behind her “Let’s begin”

Your first twelve hours pass in a blur of rounds, paperwork, EHR systems, scheduling briefings, and departmental introductions. At 1:00PM you’re already triple-paging a fellow who forgot to sign a patient release. By 3:30 you’ve been asked to present a brief case overview to the neurosurgical residents.

You nailed it.

Of course, you do.

You don’t just know the procedure, you mapped out the vascular approach on your tablet during lunch. You anticipate the complications. You cite her papers.

Dr. Harkness doesn’t comment. She only nods once.

You should feel relieved.

But you don’t.

Because you know what kind of woman she is.

No response is worse than disapproval. It means she’s watching you more closely than anyone else.

Also you live up to praises, recognition. A lot of people say it’s ego, you say it’s fair for the years of working your ass off.

It’s nearly 8:00PM when you finally get a moment to sit.

You’re in the residents’ lounge, peeling off your coat, when you hear the door creak open behind you.

“I expected more from you Dr. Y/L/N” comes a voice like smoke behind your ear.

You don’t jump.

You turn slowly.

Dr. Harkness stands n the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, her dark purple blouse rolled to the elbows, exposing a small scar on her forearm. Surgical, likely. Old.

You meet her gaze “Did I make a mistake?”

“You tell me”

You tilt your head as if thinking, mocking at her. Replay the day in reverse.

“No” you say finally.

Something flickers across her face. Not surprise or anger. Just the faintest curl of her lip.

“Confidence is dangerous in people who haven’t earned it” she says, walking forward. Her steps are slow, measured. She stops a foot from you “Why are you here?”

You look directly at her “To learn”

“No” she says softly “Not why you applied. Why here, this hospital. You know very well that you don’t belong here”

You clench your jaw “I don’t think that’s any of your concern”

She doesn’t need to know why you drop your dreams of leaving the place that hurt you the most, how that bright light was suffocated by tragedy. You could be at this moment in any of the most important hospitals in this country, in their brilliant corridors full of excellence.

Instead you are still tied to your hometown.

“Just answer the question” She says, face unreadable.

You let out a long sigh, days not over yet and you are already tired of it all. and Anyways, why is she interested at all?

“My father, he’s sick”

Her expression doesn’t change “So you sacrificed your future for a sick man?”

It would be a lie if you deny the fact that she got under your skin in less than a minute.

She just wanted another excuse to tear you down.

“He’s my father” You bark.

She steps closer. The room shrinks around her presence like walls pressing in. You smell the faint scent of her perfume, sandalwood and something darker. Like burnt cinnamon.

“Tell me” she murmurs “Did it hurt?”

You blink but don’t react at the proximity “What?”

“Choosing weakness”

Your nostrils flare.

She smiles. A cold thing “Ah. There it is, I was wondering when the mask would slip”

You stare at her, something icy spreads through your spine. You straighten, letting the tension sharpen your voice like a scalpel.

“You’re mistaken if you think compassion is weakness, Dr. Harkness”

“Oh, I don’t” she says smoothly.

You took a step closer, now you can see deeper in her eyes. So blue, so intense “You know nothing about me”

“But I do know you’re dangerous” she gives a microscopic smile, not of admiration, not of surprise, but of defiance.

“To you?” you ask, just loud enough to sting.

Her smile vanishes.

A long pause.

Then she steps back “We’ll see”

She walks away.

Just like that. Not another word. The door swings shut behind her with a slow, deliberate click. Like a coffin lid.

You’re left standing there, fists balled, breath shallow, skin flushed like you ran a goddamn mile. You can still smell her and that scent, clinging to the air, to your goddamn memory.

What the fuck was that?

You don’t know if you want to punch something, scream, or chase her down and—

No. No, fuck that. She's playing a game, and you're the board right now. But damn if it doesn’t make your blood run hot.

You stare at the door like it owes you an answer.

Nothing.

She’s gone. And you’re left with the echo of her words like bruises under your skin.

Fucking Harkness.

Over the next week, things get worse.

She assigns you the worst shifts. Calls on you in every morning briefing. Interrupts your case notes, questions your decisions, and points out even the most microscopic error.

And the worst thing is that you don’t know why. Why did she decide to make you her punching bag?

Was it randomly?

She knew nothing about you but the things that were said at the resident’s lounge. Was it because of that? Did you hurt a sensitive fiber not succumbing to her ego?

There were a fuckton of questions and you had no answers to any of them.

And it pissed you off. You could handle the fact that people hate you for valid reasons, you can be an asshole sometimes to be honest. But why by her, why now?

The others start to whisper, because that's what happens when a show starts to get big and Agatha was a pro at it. Your colleagues, the nurses and other staff questioned too.

“Why’s she on your ass so much?”

“She hates you”

“She’s trying to get you to quit”

But later you know the truth.

She's testing you.

And every test you pass only makes her more furious.

You find her watching you sometimes, across the OR, through glass, at the nurses’ station. Her eyes never linger long enough for anyone else to notice.

But you do.

Because you’re watching her, too.

You start to learn her rhythms. her favorite scrub nurse. The way she triple-checks every MRI. The way she hates it when someone speaks too loudly in the halls, the way she never writes anything down unless it’s in her personal black notebook.

You don’t know when it changes. When the cold disdain in her gaze shifts into something else.

Maybe it’s the night you step in during a seizure and save the attending by pushing 4mg of lorazepam IV without hesitation, earning stunned silence from a whole room of physicians.

Maybe it’s the morning she catches you asleep at the nurse station, your hand still curled around a pen, and doesn’t wake you, just leaves a post-it note beside your head: Chart 215B updated.

Or maybe it’s always been this.

The wolf circling the lamb.

Except you’re not the lamb.

You never were.

You’re halfway through reviewing the chart for a patient presenting with hemiparesis and suspected arteriovenous malformation when a familiar voice cuts through the din of the nurses’ station.

“Someone’s already causing trouble”

You don’t even look up already knowing who is it “Tell your mom to stop giving me looks like she wants to lobotomize me”

“She wants to lobotomize everyone” Billy says, dropping into the rolling chair next to you “You’re not special.”

You arch a brow “I’m very special”

He grins “That’s true. Most people don’t survive their first week without crying in a utility closet”

“I did cry” you say flatly, flipping another chart page “But in the OR supply room. With dignity”

Billy huffs a laugh and slouches back, sneakers tapping gently against the base of the desk. Sleeves rolled up to the elbows, hair tousled just enough to be charming instead of unprofessional. You’ve known him for years back from undergrad, where he charmed every professor and talked you out of dropping out at least twice.

The only nepo baby you tolerate and you trust him. Which is rare.

You’ve told him why you really chose Westview Memorial, and other two or three things about your life. He has been your support for a long time now, the same way her mother.

“She really riding you that hard?” he asks more quietly now, nodding toward the closed glass office across the hall, Agatha’s door.

You don’t answer, you don’t need to.

The skin under your scrubs still feels tight from her words last night.

Did it hurt, choosing weakness?

You glance at the office, lights on and door shut.Your blood starts boiling again, you keep thinking about the exchange, the way it was so easy for her to read you even when you tried your hardest to not let her in, yet she did it.

And that was what kills you. You were too easy to swallow.

“She’s testing you” Billy says gently “That’s what she does”

“Then why does it feel like she’s dissecting me?” you murmur “Like I’m the brain she wants to crack open and see what’s underneath”

He exhales, rubbing his jaw “Because she probably does”

You look at him.

“I’m not joking” he says “My mom’s worked with her for over a decade. Said Agatha doesn’t like people, doesn’t trust people. Thinks we’re all just potential liabilities”

“Then why teach?”

You already knew the answer to your question.

She’s brilliant, one of the best in her area, everyone wanted to learn from her, to even being in the same room as her. And you wanted too, even when you tried to deny it. Even when your eyes burned at her sight.

Billy shrugs “She’s a masochist I guess. And I think… maybe she saw something in you”

You stare at him “You mean against me”

“No” He leans forward “I mean in you”

You don’t want to admit how that lingers.

How it repeats in your mind as you wash your hands before your next rotation, scrubbing methodically, knuckles turning raw from the water.

How it echoes again when you see her later that night, standing at the end of the fourth-floor hallway, backlit by the red glow of the EXIT sign.

She doesn’t move.

Neither do you.

It’s as if she wa waiting for you, like she knew your route.

Like she wanted this.

Your pulse skims faster. Not with fear, with something more dangerous. Intrigue. Hunger. The same way you used to feel before an academic decathlon match in high school, the second before the buzzer.

Predator and prey.

But you’ve yet to decide which one you are.

She watches you silently as you approach, her arms are crossed. One heel slightly pivoted, like she owns the corridor.

You stop a few feet away “Dr. Harkness”

Her eyes narrow, just slightly.

“You’ve been performing well” she says, her tone unreadable.

You blink, in confusion? or maybe in exciting “Thank you”

“That wasn’t a compliment”

Of course not, she popped your bubble too soon.

You should know better, that was on you.

“Then what was it?” you ask calmly.

She tilts her head, just a little “A warning”

You exhale, tight and controlled “For what?”

“For what happens when you start to think you’re safe”

You meet her gaze head-on “I don’t”

There’s a pause. The silence swells with something brittle.

You can hear the nurses laughing down the hallway. A rolling cart clattering. The buzz of fluorescent lights.

Then she says quietly “You’re smart, calculated. You memorize my patterns as if studying me”

She steps closer.

“You stare too long, you speak too little. You have a temper you keep in a box, but it’s there. I see it”

You don’t deny any of it.

She continues, low and lethal “I know your type”

My type? what is she fucking talking about, you think.

“You play sweet, you let people underestimate you. Until you can use it”

You smile faintly “Sounds like you’ve met someone like me before”

Her expression darkens “No. I haven’t”

You don’t believe it, of course she has.

Her.

Your breath catches but you don’t say anything.

You just stand there, letting her stare, letting her try to slice through the calm exterior you wear like surgical gloves.

But she doesn’t cut you open.

Not yet.

She steps back instead.

And when she turns to leave, her voice carries behind her like smoke.

“Careful, intern. I eat people like you alive”

And you confirm what you wanted so bad not to be real. She's playing with you. That game, her game. And now it was your turn to make her believe she was winning.

You don’t sleep that night.

You sit at your father’s bedside, watching the slow rise and fall of his chest, the beeping of the telemetry monitor like a metronome. He doesn’t wake. He doesn’t speak.

He hasn’t in days.

You hold his hand anyway, and you wonder if you’ve already gone too deep. If Agatha Harkness saw something in you that even you were afraid to admit.

Two days later, you’re in the OR gallery above the operating room, watching her perform a craniotomy on a thirteen year old girl with a glioblastoma.

She’s precise. Silent. Absolute.

No wasted motion.

No second chances.

Billy slips in beside you at some point, arms crossed, chewing on a piece of gum. He nods toward the glass “Look at her, that’s not surgery. That’s sorcery”

“She's a terrifying witch” you whisper.

“Yeah” he agrees “But you like that”

You don’t answer.

Because you’re starting to think he’s right, and you don’t know what that means for you. Or what she’ll do with that knowledge once she’s sure.

[wandaparadise]

Hangover

Summary: You woke up in a room that isn’t yours, two beautiful women sleeping at your sides and a bunch of memories and promises make you realise love at first sight actually exists. For once, it was a good idea you listened to your friends, right?

Pairing: married! Wandanat x fem! reader

Warnings(+18): alcohol, fingering, oral sex, strap on use, mommy kink, daddy kink, degradation kink, voyeurism, masturbation, pillow humping, praise kink, goofy! Natasha, flirty! Wanda, plot w porn I won’t lie, fluff

you don’t have permission to translate/repost my work anywhere. Please be respectful. Likes, reblogs and comments are welcome and appreciated. MDNI — Regina

A/N: You guys won’t believe how the story started in my head- IT HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH THIS. Also I tried to write porn without plot and failed. Here we are tho ♡ hope you like it. The middle pic is from my personal collection 🤪 I miss paradise. Also sassy is what my friends call me hehehe

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The first thing you did when your mind started waking up was groan.

The room was a little chilly, your body was sore and your head was about to kill you. You kept your eyes closed, trying to decide if you should stay in bed that day or join your friends for breakfast.

You arrived to Cancun three days ago after the endless begging of your friends for you to join them on their little trip. And it was supposed to be healing as you found yourself again. But right then and there, you were regretting joining them for drinks at the hotel’s bar the night before.

You sighed. The headache wouldn’t go if you didn’t take anything. And when you tried to reach for your phone, instead of touching the nightstand, you touched a warm body.

That made you sat up immediately, making you aware of your naked state as the sheets fell into your lap. Your lips parted as you looked to your left.

A brunette was lying on her back, her arm over her head trying to block the sunlight and her other hand below your pillow and her chest covered with the sheets. You moved backwards, only to bump into another body and you gasped.

When you turned to your sight, you found a redhead lying on her chest, her back bare and marked. Her arm placed protectively over your lap.

Your head started spinning a little as the memories of the night before finally flooded your mind as your eyes scanned the room that clearly wasn’t yours.

And your cheeks started burning.

(—)

The day before.

Wanda convinced her wife to have a little getaway. By little she meant a Caribbean paradise to forget about the not-so-little break up with their latest girlfriend.

They were running from their demons. Every inch of their house reminded them of the breakup and when Natasha started spending more time in the office than by her side, Wanda knew they had to leave as far away as they could.

And the redhead wasn’t so sure at first but when her wife kissed her so seductively and whispered the filthiest things in her ear, Natasha couldn’t resist anymore.

Everything was running smoothly. They tanned, read and swam at the pool like it was their second honeymoon. And they fucked like they could pound the memories out of each other. It was working, though.

Until, you walked in front of them at the pool. Wanda’s jaw almost dropped and she swore she heard Natasha growl under her breath but it could’ve been her. It was hard to say.

You looked stunning. A red bikini adorning your body, your hair pulled up, sunglasses resting at the top of your head and a beach bag hanging on your shoulder. And you stopped before them, turning around when someone called your name and Wanda’s hopes died when a tall blond man approached you.

He hugged you and your body relaxed under his touch. And Wanda couldn’t help when she sighed and turned to look at Natasha. But her wife was still looking at you, and if it wasn’t for her sunglasses, Wanda would’ve noticed the way Natasha’s eyes darkened at your sight.

Then the redhead furrowed her brows, making Wanda look back at you. You were giggling and trying to push away the man, as he took away your bag and started fighting with you.

Wanda jumped on ready to help you but Natasha stopped her. You kept laughing, pushing him away as he kept threatening to push you to the pool.

“Luke, stop!” you laughed and your voice was like music to their ears.

Were your moans as sweet as your laughter? Or did your voice drop lower when you felt needy?

But Wanda’s trail of thoughts was interrupted with your scream and a splash, flinching a little when water reached her and she gasped when you weren’t coming out of the water.

Natasha reacted first, jumping to the pool instantly and helping you out. You took a deep breath, your cheeks instantly flushed as Natasha held your hips protectively.

You brushed your hair back. Your eyes meeting a pair of unfamiliar green eyes looking at you worried. For a moment, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of the most beautiful woman you had ever seen. And your lips parted to talk but you were sure you forgot your own name.

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked softly, not quite ready to let you go and unaware of your flustered state.

“Come on, sassy, stop pretending you don’t know how to swim” Luke interrupted the moment and you weren’t sure who growled, you or the redhead.

You turned to glare at him and flipped him off, only making him laugh and then you looked back at the redhead.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you” you said softly and Natasha nodded.

The redhead helped you out of the pool and you offered her your hand to help her out, ignoring the teasing tickles from your best friend.

Your breath faltered when you took in the redhead’s image. She was wearing a black bikini top and a pair of black shorts. But that wasn’t what made you stop breathing, it was her toned abdomen and her strong arms that made you forget about everything else.

Luke pinched your side, offering you a teasing grin and you rolled your eyes and smacked his arm.

“Hey! Don’t be so mean” he grunted, placing a hand over his burning skin where your punch landed and you smacked him again “Stop!”

“That’s for pushing me, vipes” you huffed and he wrapped his arms around you, placing a soft kiss on your cheek “I’ll deal with you later” you muttered and faced the redhead again, that was now drying herself.

In that moment you noticed the brunette that was lying next to her and your mouth watered at her sight. She was wearing a mustard bikini, long legs perfectly tanned and a collarbone that was challenging you to touch just to find out if it was as sharp as it looked. She smiled at you softly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red.

“I- we are sorry” you said softly, your eyes dancing in between them and you offered the redhead a grateful smile “Thank you for saving me, that was really kind”

“Yeah, saving you from your own stupidity” Luke teased but regretted it when both women glared at him as if they were trying to kill him on spot.

“Yeah, that too” you chuckled, a little amused that they made Luke squirm a little “But really, thank you”

It was like you weren’t ready to go, glued on your spot even when Luke was trying to make you keep walking. But you would’ve done anything to hear the redhead’s voice again and wondering how the brunette sounded.

And as if they could hear your thoughts, both smiled softly at you.

“It was nothing, just…” Natasha glanced at Luke for a moment and her eyes softened when meeting yours “be careful. It doesn’t matter if you know how to swim, games like that could end up badly”

Luke huffed like a scolded child behind you and you nudged him with your elbow making him yelp as you smiled and nodded.

“Tasha, don’t be so hard on them” Wanda scolded her wife softly and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Glad you are okay, sweetheart”

Your breath hitched at the sound of the brunette’s voice. It was sweet and alluring. You would even dare to say motherly in a way that electrified your skin and made your knees feel weak.

Luke noticed your state. He could almost see the moment your brain malfunction and he smirked. As much as both women made clear they didn’t like him, his little game turned out better than he imagined. Still, he cleared his throat and you flinched.

“Yeah, I- huh, thank you again” you finally said, trying to remember how to breathe and waved at them “Sorry for the trouble and I hope you keep having a good time”

You started walking but Luke stood still, watching you with an amused smirk and you rolled your eyes. You grabbed him by the wrist, trying to ignore the curious eyes of the women and fighting to make him move.

“Vipes, I swear to god-“ you grunted and he chuckled, starting to move as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

“Come on, sassy. I have a story to tell” he laughed and you pushed him away.

Both women watched you leave as you bickered with him. And Natasha almost jumped again when you were close to falling but this time Luke grabbed you by the waist and you started smacking his arm but giggled.

“Do you think they-“ Wanda started and Natasha looked at her wife.

“I don’t think so, dorogaya” Natasha sighed and laid down, putting her sunglasses back on “I hope not”

“You hope?” Wanda smirked and Natasha scoffed “Don’t be like that, moya lyubov’. We are on the same team here” the brunette smacked her wife’s thigh playfully.

Natasha chuckled, wrapping her arms around her wife and pulling her over her lap. She kissed Wanda’s neck as Wanda tried to break free because Natasha was too cold for her hot skin.

“I know we are, but I’m not so sure we should be thinking that way” Natasha said softly and Wanda turned to look at her, letting her body curl over Natasha’s and pecking her lips softly.

“Maybe that’s what we need, Tasha”

They both looked at you. You were now at the other end of the pool, lying down as the sun kissed your skin with your arms folded behind your head. Luke was standing before you and telling your two other friends about what happened, but their eyes were fixed on you.

“Maybe, but she’s gone now, Wands” Natasha said softly. She kissed Wanda’s forehead and patted her side as she offered her wife a loving smile “But I can get creative tonight”

Wanda laughed and kissed Natasha. At the end of the day, the redhead was her true partner in crime. The rest of the world was just a fantasy.

(—)

“Do I really have to go? I’m tired” you whined, letting yourself fall onto the mattress as Maddison threw you a dress “Mads”

“None of that, baby girl, it’s Friday night” she shrugged and looked at you “Just tonight, the rest of the week you can ignore our pleads”

You sat straight and snorted “You always say that and for some reason, it keeps happening”

But you complied. Anything to keep your mind away from home or away from the women that saved your life that day. Mostly them.

They were extremely hot, even Luke made an effort to state that when he was telling the story to Noah and Maddison. And you felt their gazes more than once during the day at the pool, or maybe you just imagined that since you wished for them to keep noticing you.

You weren’t sure, though. By the way they talked, at least the little you heard, they seemed to be married but it wouldn’t be the first time you mistaken friends for lovers. You could never trust your gaydar.

So a night out to clear your mind sounded marvellous. It was that or staying at your room as your mind ran over and over again their faces like a prayer.

You started dressing yourself, ignoring Maddison when she called you a good girl and after doing your makeup, both of you left your room.

The boys were already waiting for you at the hotel’s bar since you weren’t in the mood to go full nightclubbing and that was the best you could offer. And they agreed just because if they got you tipsy enough, maybe you would be the one wanting to change scenarios.

You greeted both and sat on a barstool next to Luke that was grinning at you mischievously. You squinted your eyes as he wiggled his brows and then decided it was better if you didn’t know.

You asked the bartender for a piña colada and Luke groaned.

“Dude, you are going soft” he glared at you and changed your order for something stronger a Moscow Mule.

“No, you are trying to kill me” you scoffed and Luke laughed “Vodka isn’t my cup of tea, vipes”

“Tonight it is” he shrugged and leaned over the counter “Your girlfriends are here, by the way”

At that, you straightened your back and Luke started laughing louder. You pushed him away when he tried to hug you and grunted.

“Shut up” your cheeks flushed and you thanked the bartender when he placed your drink before you and gave a long sip “They are not my girlfriends”

“But you wish they were” he teased, nudging your side playfully.

“She wishes what?” Noah chimed in, his arms wrapped around Maddison’s waist and you groaned, hiding your face in between your hands.

“That the hot women from earlier were her girlfriends or at least one of them. Hard to tell if they are together” Luke said tapping his chin in a thoughtful manner and you punched him.

“Are they here?” Mads asked, her eyes already scanning the place and you closed your eyes.

Ever since you broke up with your ex, your friends were firm believers that the only way out of your dark tunnel was a quick fuck. Noah and Luke were insufferable about it but when Maddison chimed in, it only got worse.

And you knew they were trying to cheer you up. After all, they were the ones collecting the pieces of your broken heart. But no one was interesting enough for you to really pay attention until that day.

You didn’t even know their names and maybe it was for the best. But both women were extremely attractive, it wasn’t even fair to be that hot. Physically should be impossible and yet, they were goddesses walking down on earth.

Luke told the story, emphasising on the fact that you were flustered when you talked to them and they pushed all day for you to talk to them. You stayed firm, though, even if on the inside you wanted to do it.

But it was like tossing a coin. They could be married or just friends or worst case scenario they were straight. Either way, you would’ve ended up making a fool of yourself and you weren’t ready for that hit.

“Yeah, corner booth on your right” Luke smirked and Noah and Maddison turned their faces in the most obvious way they could.

You gulped the rest of your drink and ordered another one. They were as embarrassing as any parent could be. Well no, they were worse.

“Dude, they are one hundred percent lesbians” Noah said looking at you and you side eyed him “Mads is the only straight woman I believe is that beautiful, the rest are certainly lesbians”

“Nice wording, baby” Maddison kissed his cheek and he smiled proudly “But he is right. And they make me wish I was into women, like damn”

You sighed, loudly and dramatically. You were delusional but your friends always fuelled that side of you and this time you weren’t falling for it.

“Well, then they are married. Cheers to that” you said raising your glass and Luke patted your shoulder “Do not hit on me, Lucas”

He chuckled “I was gonna say, you could always try your shot”

You gulped again your drink, leaving your glass half empty and shook your head as you laughed.

“Last time you told me that, I found my best friend” Maddison laughed at that and cheered with you “And I’m not replacing her”

The three of them kept teasing you, trying to encourage you to go and talk to them but that only made you keep drinking. And maybe alcohol wasn’t the best solution for your broken heart, the teasing or the need that was increasing between your legs every time you glanced at them, but the alcohol was making it bearable.

In the middle of your fourth drink, the bartender pushed a new drink and you looked at him confused. It was a different drink, the glass was garnished with lipstick and you raised a brow.

“This cocktail is called ‘The Flirt’” he explained with a soft smile, gaining the attention of your friends as they turned to look at him with curious eyes “Tequila, brandy, cranberry juice and lime juice” he continued, focusing on you as you stared at the drink like it held all the answers in the world “From the ladies over there”

Your cheeks started burning as Noah and Luke high five and Maddison started laughing. The bartender offered you a friendly look but it didn’t help to soothe your nerves and you tried to give it back.

“I don’t think this is a good idea” you said shyly, finishing your drink and Luke wrapped his arm around your shoulder “Don’t”

“Sassy, it’s just a drink not a marriage proposal” he said softly, restraining himself from teasing you. He sniffed the drink and looked at the bartender “I want one, smells nice. Please”

“Take mine” you grunted and Luke ignored you, pleading silently to the bartender to go and he nodded “Lucas”

“No, we are not doing this” he said firmly and you turned to look at him “I know we tease you a lot but this is a sign, (Y/N)” you groaned and started shaking your head “Yes, it is. Take the drink and just go and thank them. If they were just being nice with you, you can come back and we all go to bed” Noah smacked the back of his head but Luke remained unbothered, almond eyes only focused on you and smiling softly “And I will do whatever you want for a month”

“You really want me to go over there, huh?” you giggled softly and his smile widened.

“It’s been six months, sassy girl” he pecked your cheek “Go and if you don’t like them, look at me and I will go and pretend I’m your jealous boyfriend”

You laughed and rolled your eyes playfully “You always want to play that role” he shrugged and you sighed “Fine, but I will make you suffer for a month”

You stood up and took the drink. Your hand slightly shaking as you took a deep breath. It felt like you even forgot how to flirt, you were rusty after five years of being in a relationship.

“Go, get ‘em tiger” he patted your shoulder and you sighed.

(—)

Surprisingly, the drink was Natasha’s idea.

But she had to do something because it couldn’t be a coincidence that they ran into you two times that day after not seeing you the whole week. And Wanda also kept throwing stealthy glances at you, although she wasn’t as subtle as she think she was. Not for Natasha, at least.

And if it went wrong, Natasha could blame it on the alcohol later. Even when she knew how to handle her vodka. But the smile of her wife was priceless when she did the request to a waiter, so it really was worth the trouble.

But Wanda’s smile faded when she watched you struggle. Your blond friend was telling you something, the bartender was looking at you trying to decide what to do and your other two friends were immersed in their own world.

You looked conflicted.

“I think we over did it, moya lyubov’” Wanda looked at Natasha nervously, biting her lip and feeling her heart race.

The redhead extended her arm and Wanda took her hand seeking comfort. And there wasn’t any other thing that could soothe her worries like Natasha’s reassuring smile.

“Well, in that case we tried and I keep my word on getting creative tonight” Wanda giggled and Natasha’s smile widened “There you are, dorogaya”

“Yeah, you are right. Maybe my gaydar is broken” Wanda sighed, shrugging and Natasha laughed.

“Or maybe she’s not into us, Wands” Natasha teased and her wife offered her an offended look “Well, into me. My wife is extremely hot”

“Hey now! My wife is hotter” Wanda grinned and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “But really, it’s okay. At least she got a free drink and…”

Natasha’s eyes flicked your way and her heart skipped a beat. You were now walking towards them, stumbling a little but with the drink on your hand. And for a second, Natasha thought you were going to throw the drink to them. But when her eyes met yours, you smiled softly and she forgot how to breathe.

“Dorogaya”

“So I think we could just close the tab and…”

“Wands”

“I really don’t mind. In fact, I think I’m feeling tired. Aren’t you…”

“Wanda!” Natasha said louder and Wanda flinched, furrowing her brows a little hurt because her wife never raised her voice. At least not to Wanda “I’m sorry, my love, but look”

Wanda then looked your way. You were closer, walking too slow for Natasha’s liking but she was enjoying the view. And Wanda’s breath faltered as she squeezed Natasha’s hand tightly and ignored when her wife grunted.

Both looked at you in awe when you stood before them. The crimson dress that you were wearing made you look like an angel of death. Their deaths. Your hair was down, your collarbone adorned with a cute silver necklace and you were wearing rings.

“Hey” you said shyly “Thank you for the drink. Seems like I owe you big time now” you joked, trying to keep your nerves in check even when the alcohol was numbing you and still your skin was buzzing.

Natasha’s jaw was one movement away from dropping, you couldn’t look hotter even if you wanted to. It should be illegal or something. And Wanda wasn’t so sure about her own name, afraid of talking and making a fool of herself.

They were never shy around women. Not when they were single and specially not since they were married. Both were natural flirts, almost bordering arrogance when it came to their looks. They knew they were hot, they knew they were charming, they were overly-confident with their skills in specially in bed.

And yet, in that exact moment, they both forgot how to talk.

On your end, the silence stretched too quickly. It was barely two minutes, but your confidence shattered. What if they didn’t mean to send you the drink? What if it was meant for someone else? What if they didn’t even want you there?

You bit your lip nervously, taking a step back and looking over your shoulder. Luke nodded and said something to Noah and Maddison, and started to walk towards you.

And Wanda finally snapped out of her own thoughts.

“Hey, sweetheart” she smiled softly and her voice electrified your skin “Did you like the drink?”

Wanda kicked Natasha under the table, not daring to look away from you and her wife growled but it was enough for her to react.

“I- well I haven’t…” your cheeks flushed and you shifted your weight nervously.

“Why don’t you join us for that drink?” Natasha said sliding over the round booth to sit closer to Wanda and gave you space “Unless you have somewhere else to be?”

There was a hopeful edge on Natasha’s voice and your legs almost failed you because she sounded so sweet. But before you could accept, Luke’s arm wrapped around you protectively.

“What are you doing, baby?”

Wanda threw a ‘I told you so’ look to her wife. Natasha’s jaw clenched at the sight of the blond man. Your cheeks were burning and you were wishing for the earth to swallow you up. The only one that was grinning and in control was Luke; the one person that didn’t belong there.

In his defence, you gave him the signal.

You took a deep breath and turned to look at him, trying to silently ask him to go but Luke was dumb when he wanted.

“Why don’t you go with Noah and Mads, hm?” you asked softly and he frowned.

“What? But you…”

“You heard me, vipes” you cleared your throat, your eyes wide opened as you tried to signal him to get on track. But you could see how slowly the dots were connecting “Lucas!”

You smacked his arm and he flinched. And finally, he reacted. Luke grinned and nodded, you could just wish he didn’t look that obvious to the beautiful women behind you as much as he did to you.

“Oh, yeah. Huh” he scratched the back of his neck and looked over you “Ladies, I think I never apologised. Sorry for the disturbance earlier and for…” you pinched his arm subtly and he grimaced “Yeah, for earlier. I’ll see you later, sassy” he leaned and pecked your cheek.

Natasha watched him leave and she smiled triumphantly to her wife. The redhead loved being right, she loved even more proving her wife wrong even when that got her in trouble. It was always worth it.

And she told herself as much when Wanda nudged her forcefully with her elbow and smiled at you with innocent eyes when you turned to look at them.

Wanda Maximoff was the devil in disguise and no one but Natasha knew that.

“Sorry about that, he just… well, it doesn’t matter” you bit your lip nervously, trying to gather your thoughts “So may I sit or should I just…”

“Please, I promise we don’t bite” Wanda said cheerfully “Unless you are into that, in that case we very much bite”

Natasha looked at her wife incredulously. Wanda only got that chatty when she was nervous, like it was her first time interacting with a woman and if they wanted a chance with you, Wanda needed to get it together.

But you chuckled and sat on the spot Natasha left you.

“I guess it depends on who is biting, so we will see” you smiled softly, gaining confidence from god knows where but it was working.

“So sassy? Is that your name?” Natasha said casually, taking a sip of her drink and your cheeks flushed.

You were there already flirting with them and you didn’t even know their names nor they knew yours. But the redhead was smooth, you gave her that.

“God no” you giggled and Natasha almost choked on her drink, could you get even cuter? “Vipes calls me by my gamertag. I mean Luke, I also call him by his gamertag” you babbled and Natasha held back an amused smirk.

You were just like her wife. Well, Wanda barely got that nervous so it was almost your fault that she was in that state. But that seemed to be your usual. And it made sense.

If Natasha had to guess, you probably were in your mid twenties. At least ten years younger than them. You seemed to come from a good family, nice manners and probably you had siblings based on the way you treated your friend. Long-term relationships were your thing, so a one night stand was barely an option and still, you were there with no expectations.

That was the redhead’s final assessment. And she was right. Natasha Romanoff was always right.

“Gamertag?” Wanda tilted her head slightly and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red, making Wanda’s curiosity spike even more.

You probably sounded like a total nerd. Or that’s what you believed while Wanda was genuinely curious. Natasha was the gamer, not her.

“Yes, dorogaya. Gamertag, you know the name you use online when you play?” Natasha explained sweetly and Wanda raised a brow, clueless “Like mine? Black Widow?”

“Oh, I see” she giggled and looked back at you “You’ll have to forgive me, perhaps I’m old” her cheeks flushed and you wanted to tell her you probably looked like trash next to her, that there was no way she was that old. But you bit the inside of your cheek nervously “And sassy is yours?”

“Something like that but my name is (Y/N)” you hummed and took a sip of your drink to soothe your nerves “And do you have names or should I just call you hottie one and hottie two?” your tongue ran before you could stop yourself and your eyes widened, coughing and not sure where to focus “I mean- god, I’m so sorry. I take it back. No, I mean I don’t take it back. You guys are hot but I say that respectfully and I didn’t want to…”

Natasha grabbed your hand and gave you a gentle squeeze, making you look at them. They were smiling a little amused but they weren’t judging. You bit your lip nervously, embracing the warmth of Natasha’s touch as she rubbed tender circles on the back of your hand.

“Thank you for the compliment, malyshka” Natasha started softly, as if she was trying to be careful of not scaring you away “I’m Natasha and this is my wife, Wanda”

“And I gotta say, you have a very cute name” Wanda added, smiling at you and almost climbing Natasha’s lap just to be closer to you because her wife got to touch you first and the brunette was competitive.

“You guys do too” you nodded, downing half the drink before you could keep talking and you made a bigger fool of yourself “You also make a lovely couple”

And they did. They truly did. It shouldn’t be fair that two women that hot were together but life was never fair. And they looked like a match made in heaven, like two pieces that belonged together perfectly. It was written all over them.

But knowing that didn’t keep you from feeling a little disappointed because the chances of them looking for a third were very thin.

“Oh, thank you. That’s really sweet, isn’t it moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife and Natasha hummed, her eyes fixed on you even when her wife kissed her cheek.

“Is that… Russian or something?” you asked curiously and Natasha offered you a proud smile, one that made your heart flutter.

“It is. Good job, malyshka” Natasha praised and your arousal pooled between your legs “Wanda called my love and I just called you little one” she explained but you were half listening. You nodded but you were squeezing your legs thanks to the praise and the pet name, what was wrong with you?

“I’m not that little” you murmured and Wanda giggled “I’m twenty five”

“It’s not like that, sweetheart” Wanda explained with a soft smile “Although, for us you are little. In a cute way and maybe we are just older” your lips parted to ask but she tutted “It’s rude to ask a lady her age”

“She’s thirty five, I’m thirty seven” Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and Wanda smacked her arm. You giggled “You act like you are eighty or something, Maximoff”

“Says the woman that keeps complaining about her knee” Wanda scoffed and winked at you.

Their silly banter was refreshing. You weren’t sure how long they’ve been together but the way they acted around each other was something you wished you would be able to find one day. Being around someone that long for them to be your best friend and your lover.

“So, malyshka, what brings you here? To Cancun, I mean” Natasha asked grinning at you.

“For that, I think I’ll need another drink” you said shyly.

“As you wish” Natasha called a waiter over.

And you tried to collect your thoughts and feelings. It was a terrible idea to talk about your ex when you were trying to flirt with them. But they asked and you couldn’t find in yourself to lie, not to them.

Their beauty made you nervous and made your whole body buzz with need. But both women also looked at you as if they could catch you when you fell, like they would never judge.

The real question was: could you trust them?

(—)

None of you were sure how long you’ve been hanging in that booth. But the more you talked to them, the more comfortable you felt.

The moment you saw Wanda, you knew she was a sweet person. There was a light around her that was compelling, that called you without trying. But getting to know her was a full experience. The brunette was well educated, loved reading, she was the reason Natasha didn’t get a dog because she was more of a plant person and she volunteered in a music center by giving piano lessons for children that couldn’t afford them.

She was a true angel. Plus, you now were sure about her motherly energy.

Natasha, on the other hand, at first seemed like a little rigid. She teased, she flirted, but it was like Natasha was holding back. You saw the moment the redhead started easing up to you, how her body relaxed and her smile was more genuine.

She turned out to be hilarious, a goofy woman that loved pushing her wife’s buttons even when that got her in trouble, a huge protective energy and incredibly intelligent.

Natasha read you like an open book, every question she asked was precise as if she already knew the answer and wanted to confirm it. But it made sense, she ran her own security company, she needed to know how to read people. It was impressive nevertheless, because she was a software engineer and you always pictured people like that having a little more trouble when mingling.

Both were amazing and you weren’t sure if you wanted to be with them or be like them. Because together, they looked like a solid couple that knew each other better than they knew themselves.

Wanda would scrunch her nose when she didn’t understand a small thing and Natasha would be there explaining patiently to her wife in words that were more familiar to her. Natasha would tense up when a question took her by surprise and Wanda would caress her arm and lock her fingers with her wife’s.

And you wished you could be jealous, even if you didn’t know of who or what, but it wasn’t coming. Because they were also making sure to wrap you in their own bubble.

They listened to you when you talked about the real reason you were there and their eyes softened as if they were going through the same thing. Wanda asked about your work and listened carefully. Natasha asked about your goals and even offered to help if you were comfortable with.

You weren’t sure how they kept pulling you closer. Maybe it was the way Natasha kept ordering for you, not before checking in and asking if you needed something else. Maybe it was the way Wanda smiled at you softly when she noticed you were getting nervous and called you sweet names.

Both wrapped you in comfort and security. Drawing lines around you that they kept asking silently if you were okay with them crossing. Not pushing, only patience. And you weren’t sure where it was going, because they were taking their time, but you wouldn’t mind if it ended up with them being just friends. As long as you got to keep them by your side, it seemed worthy.

Then, Wanda made it very clear for you. Maybe it was the alcohol running through her veins, maybe it was her eagerness or maybe it was her impatience. But she made the effort to be transparent with you. No more dancing around.

“Has anyone told you how pretty you are?” Wanda asked with a flirty smirk, her chin resting on her fist as her other hand played with the straw of her drink.

Your cheeks started to burn. It wasn’t only the compliment, it was the way she was looking at you with hunger but mostly with genuine adoration.

They just met you. But just like you found them extremely alluring, they both were buzzing with need to have you in more ways they wanted to admit. Because the moment you sat down, it felt like a missing piece was found. The real one, not their fail attempts to fill the void.

You looked at Natasha, almost expecting her to scold her wife for being so bold. But the redhead was looking at you the same way as Wanda.

“I- well, I guess? I’m not sure” you stuttered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a sip to what seemed to be your tenth drink “but that’s fine. Not a big fan of feeding my ego”

Wanda giggled, a sound that was enchanting like a siren voice and your heart skipped a beat.

“Pretty and cute. I think you should feed that ego” Wanda shrugged, leaning back and crossing her legs as she played with a lock of her hair “After all, it’s true. Don’t you think, Tasha?”

Your eyes landed on Natasha. A little nervous because her wife was blunt with you and you were afraid of flirting back. Not when you weren’t sure about their whole dynamic.

But Natasha hummed, green eyes twinkling with amusement and something you were afraid to name. The redhead leaned closer and her hand landed on your knee, her grin widened when you squeezed your legs together as her touch electrified your skin.

“Wanda is right, malyshka” Natasha smiled and gave you a gentle squeeze before leaning back and placed her other hand on Wanda’s thigh “Not only is she always right” Wanda hummed proudly and you giggled “but it’s true. You are really pretty” her eyes danced over your face, stopping on your lips before they kept going down and your skin started burning “cute” the redhead bit her lip and looked back to your eyes “hot, I would dare to say. And incredibly smart. We like smart, don’t we dorogaya?”

You looked at Wanda. The brunette was also checking you out, biting her index finger as her eyes roamed your body. They weren’t even assessing you. No, they were enjoying the view. Like admiring a painting they were ready to buy and hang to look pretty at their house.

You almost whimpered. Arousal pooling between your legs and your fingers twitching with need. You wanted to blame the alcohol for your horny state, but it was all their doing. Everything about them was a turn on and they hadn’t even touched you.

And your body buzz with excitement at the thought of they doing it because if they could do that much without their touch, what would happen when they did?

“Very much. It’s why a fell in love with you” Wanda looked at Natasha and they leaned closer. Closing the gap between them, lips locking in the steamiest kiss you had ever witnessed or had.

You bit your lip, moving your leg impatiently and tugging the hem of your dress. But then, everything stopped because a moan escaped your lips before you could even process it.

Natasha and Wanda broke the kiss, sharing a knowing look that you didn’t see because now you were downing the rest of your drink and fighting with the ice cubes as if they could cool down your burning cheeks.

“Everything okay, malyshka?” Natasha smirked, watching you try to merge with your glass and when it didn’t work you called over a waiter.

Your ears reddened, feeling the amused gazes of the women as you tried to order a drink. The waiter glanced at Natasha, as if he was asking permission since she had been ordering for you all night. The redhead nodded, her eyes barely leaving you and when you turned to look at them you started coughing.

“Easy there, sweetheart” Wanda said with faux worry and leaned to grab your hand. You nodded, clearing your throat and trying to smile at them “Well, Natasha asked you a question. Won’t you answer? It’s rude to ignore”

Wanda ignored the small pinch her wife gave her. The brunette’s eyes darkened with more hunger as you squirmed on your seat. You weren’t nervous. Well, not as much as you were turned on by her tone. It was deliberate and commanding. And when Natasha looked at you, she saw desire written all over your face.

“I- yes. Sorry” you managed to say and looked at Natasha “Everything is okay, Natasha. Thank you for asking” you glanced at Wanda for a moment, trying to see if she was pleased but when she didn’t move or say anything you looked back to Natasha “and sorry for ignoring you when you asked”

It should’ve been humiliating or that’s what you thought trying to make sense of the tingle in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t find in yourself to care about it. Not when your heart was seeking approval from them.

The redhead offered you a proud smile and nodded, but you almost moaned again when Wanda talked.

“Good girl. Such good manners” you held back a whimper as Wanda started playing with Natasha’s hair. You thanked the waiter for the drink and Wanda stopped him before he could leave “Perhaps we should close our tab, moya lyubov’”

But she wasn’t looking at Natasha, Wanda was looking at you and you choked mid-drink. You started coughing again and Wanda smiled with amusement.

“Yes, please. It’s time for us to go” Natasha said to the waiter and he nodded, excusing himself to get the receipt.

You took a deep breath and started to slide off the booth. Both women looked at you confused as you stood up and smiled at them, opening your small purse and searching for cash.

“I guess that’s my queue to leave. Thank you both for the lovely night” you said softly, pulling out some money and offering it to Natasha that looked at you like you just insulted her “It’s not much but I can’t let you pay for all my drinks” you explained, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as your other hand trembled nervously as if the money felt heavy on your palm.

“That’s not necessary, it was my pleasure” Natasha smiled, her eyes now unreadable as she looked at you and you bit your lip.

You were too focused on her to notice when Wanda found her way out of the booth and stood next you. But the warmth of her hand startled you for a moment. You looked at her, her hand still tender over your arm as she caressed you and you eased up.

“We are not ready to let you go just yet” Wanda said softly, her eyes flicking for a second to your lips and she looked back at you when she caressed your cheek with the back of her fingers and you leaned into her touch without fully realising it “Such a pretty girl. So reacting”

Natasha appeared behind Wanda, arms instantly wrapped around her wife’s waist as she rested her chin over her shoulder and smiled at you.

“We were hoping for you to join us in our room” you looked at her in awe and for a moment, Natasha doubted herself but she forced herself to keep going “It’s okay if you don’t want to or you are uncomfortable. It’s just that booth is bad for my back and I’m sick of these clothes”

“I- I don’t want to impose myself” you stuttered, stepping back and regretting it when you lost Wanda’s touch “I’m sure you have more interesting things to do than entertain me” you forced a laugh but they both looked at you even more confused.

“Yeah, we have more interesting things to do with you” Wanda said closing the gap between you again and she grabbed your hand, giving you a gently squeeze and you relaxed “But if you don’t want to, we will understand”

“Just don’t leave because you think we don’t like you” Natasha added with a reassuring smile and you bit down your lip.

It was a bad idea. You started liking them way too much and that could only end badly. At least, that’s what you were trying to convince yourself about. But your mind was already lost in both pair of green eyes that held all the promises in the world and were ready to give you the universe if you asked. For a night, but it sounded worthy.

“Are you guys sure? I really don’t want to…”

“Don’t finish that sentence, malyshka” Natasha said a little more firmly, a tone that told you there was no room for argument “We are sure. What about you?”

“Yeah. Fine, let’s do it” you sighed and both smiled proudly, like using your words was all they need “Let me go tell my friends”

Wanda stopped you before you could walk, her grip more firm as a silent command and you couldn’t fully understand why your body kept reacting to every order they gave you. Their words told you were free, the commands were silent but not pushy but you weren’t so sure now you wanted that freedom. Your body wanted to follow commands, would your mind like that too?

“I’m sure you can text them, right?” Wanda said softly and you tilted your head slightly “My feet are killing me, sweetheart” she explained and you smiled shyly.

“Oh, yeah. Sure. I’ll text Luke” you said pulling out your phone and they smiled proudly again, making your heart fluttered with satisfaction.

“Well, I guess then we go now” Natasha said softly and hoisted Wanda in her arms and the brunette gasped “for your feet, dorogaya”

“Always my hero” Wanda pecked her lips and then winked at you “Lead the way, pretty girl”

Your breath hitched and your heart raced. But you started walking. If it ended in tears, you would gaslight yourself into thinking it was the alcohol’s fault.

(—)

Natasha and Wanda’s room was on the top floor. The one reserved for members. And when they opened the door to their suite, you wondered once again how rich they were.

They dressed, looked and talked expensive. Did they taste the same?

And maybe Natasha diminish her company, making it sound like it was a small business but standing at the entrance of that big room was telling you otherwise.

“Oh, sweetheart, apologies for the mess” Wanda said softly next to you once Natasha put her down “Natasha forgets to clean after herself”

Natasha snorted, already standing next to bed and picking the phone “Yeah, me. Because I wear these” she said amused, showing her wife a red thong and your cheeks flushed when Natasha winked at you “Yeah, good night. I would like to order room service?”

Wanda approached her wife and smacked her arm as Natasha played around when Wanda tried to snatch the thong out of her hands. It was impressive the way her voice didn’t waver while doing so, like nothing was going on even when her wife was threatening to kill her silently.

You giggled softly, not able to look away. And Wanda finally snatched the piece, although something told you Natasha let her win.

The brunette turned to look at you as her wife grinned behind her making you laugh a little, but Wanda’s stare made you stop and you pursed your lips. She approached you and your feet almost moved to close the gap, Wanda was faster though.

Her index finger curled beneath your chin and lifted it up. Your cheeks blushed as green eyes studied you carefully.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” her voice was dripping with sweetness. A trap wrapped in silk and you shook your head “Nothing? Hm, interesting”

You bit your lip nervously, playing with your fingers as you tried to look down but Wanda wasn’t letting you. The brunette was enjoying every delicious second of you squirming under her gaze.

And maybe now the alcohol was doing the trick because you could swore Wanda was leaning closer to you, her breath colliding against your face with a mix of cherry and vodka. Or maybe it was you the one that was being pulled closer, you couldn’t tell.

Your lips brushed against each other’s, you closed your eyes as your body buzzed with excitement and then Natasha broke the spell.

“Maximoff, leave her alone” Natasha said wrapping her arms around Wanda from behind.

For a second you were scared but when your eyes met the redhead’s she was amused and her eyes were darkened. She whispered something in Wanda’s ear, her eyes not daring to leave you and then it was Wanda’s turn to blush and bite her lower lip.

“Fine, I’ll behave” Wanda sighed finally and broke the embrace.

She started cleaning a little. It was true, the mess was hers but Natasha was the one to blame for that because she made it almost impossible for her wife to pick something when the redhead kept threatening her to rip it off her body.

The reason they were out was to get you out of their minds, to focus on each other and not the need of having you. And when you walked in, it was like a divine sign. Or at least that’s what Wanda said.

Natasha placed a tender hand over your hip and your breath hitched with the firmness of her touch. You wondered if she was always so gentle or if she was holding back to not scare you away.

“I hope you don’t mind” she started as her other hand cradled your jaw and you leaned into her touch. She offered you a soft smile even when you saw a flash of fear in her eyes for a moment “I ordered some drinks and food, you can’t have an empty stomach with all the alcohol you’ve been drinking” your cheeks were burning, you weren’t sure that was going away anytime soon. And you tried to look away but Natasha tutted “None of that, malyshka. Don’t hide from me, please”

Your heart melted. The softness of her voice made you want to hug her but you weren’t so sure. And your mind started running crazy, being flooded with unnecessary thoughts.

Why were they so sweet with you? Why putting this much effort into someone they just met? They had the perfect life, the perfect marriage and yet, they were showering with attention and care.

“Why me?” you whispered, your tongue betraying your mind and Natasha furrowed her brows as her eyes clouded with confusion “Why are you guys being so nice to me? We just met”

Natasha opened her mouth to speak but was interrupted by a knock on the door and she sighed, like the interruption really bothered her. You offered her half a smile and she looked at you with apologetic eyes when she had to let you go.

“Come sit, sweetheart” Wanda called you from behind and you walked towards the sofa, swallowing nervously as you sat down “You okay? Did Natasha say something? Romanoff!”

Natasha was walking behind a man as he pushed the small cart with food and drinks.

“What I do, dorogaya? I swear it wasn’t me” Natasha said softly, grinning at her wife that was glaring at her “Thank you, we will leave it outside when we are done”

The redhead tipped him and he left, but her wife was still watching her with her hands over her hips and Natasha chuckled nervously. Wanda was ready to lecture her.

“She didn’t- Natasha didn’t say anything wrong” you rushed to say when Wanda opened her mouth and both looked at you.

The brunette approached you and crouched before you, taking your hand in between hers and looked at you with soft eyes.

“Are you being honest, sweetheart?” Wanda asked trying to read your face and you nodded “Words, pretty girl”

“Yes, Wanda” you whispered, lost in her gaze and Wanda smiled.

She stood up and looked at Natasha, that just grinned triumphantly and Wanda rolled her eyes playfully.

“Saved by the cute girl” Wanda teased her wife and Natasha shrugged.

“What can I say? I’m a saint!”

Wanda hummed and Natasha sat in the sofa in front of you as her wife placed a glass before you and some snacks over the coffee table. Then she joined the redhead, curling beside her and resting her right elbow over the back of the sofa.

They went back to assess you, seeking any sign of discomfort as if they already knew your body language. And at that point you were almost sure. Both seemed to be able to read you so easily.

Natasha leaned forward, taking a sip of her drink and then resting her arms over her thighs. You swallowed and bit your lip.

“You asked why” Natasha said softly and Wanda tensed slightly. Without having to look at her wife, Natasha leaned back to place her hand over Wanda’s knee “Wanda and I have been together since what? High school, my love?”

“Officially, since college. But yeah” Wanda smiled softly at Natasha and looked back at you again, her smile still on her lips.

“We were best friends, then lovers. We got married” Natasha’s gaze was soft, like she was trying to tell you everything she couldn’t with her eyes “And I love her with all my heart as much as she loves me” they looked at each other, like their love never wavered but only got stronger. Wanda pecked her lips and whispered something before they looked back at you “But something was missing. Well, not something. Someone”

At that, Natasha tensed up. You saw the moment her eyes clouded and she straightened up, her hands leaving Wanda’s knee to fold her arms over her chest. She was shielding herself.

Instinctively, you moved to the edge of the sofa. Your body trying to reach her, to comfort her or to at least apologise for asking, for forcing her to say something she didn’t seem ready to say.

But Wanda shook her head subtly, smiling gratefully but asking you silently to give Natasha a moment. You nodded and sat back.

“We work perfectly, don’t we moya lyubov’?” Wanda smiled at her wife, her hand already rubbing circles over her thigh and Natasha relaxed and looked at Wanda “Everything is almost perfect” the brunette caressed her wife’s cheek.

“Almost” Natasha whispered and as much as you wanted to look away and give them space, you couldn’t. Natasha looked at you again “but we need balance in our lives, you know? Someone to keep us in check, to remind us to live before we get consumed with our own things” Wanda intertwined her fingers with Natasha and both smiled at you “Someone with enough power to make us feel more free”

Your lips parted as the silence stretched in the room. Your cheeks were flushed and you shifted nervously on your seat. The words were sinking in your bones. Feeling so right that it scared you, because the words sounded real.

No one could be that mean to lie, right? But given your list of exes, you couldn’t trust your own judgement. Still, your heart needed to believe.

“I don’t think I am that someone” you murmured and Natasha stood up “I’m flattered, really. You’ve been so sweet to me. You both are awesome but…”

The redhead sat next to you and your voice died down. Natasha caressed your cheek tenderly as your breath hitched, her thumb brushing your lower lip as her eyes followed her movements. And then she brushed your hair back.

“We think you are. Yeah, we just met but look at us” she said softly “You are an attraction force. You didn’t leave our minds all day and then we talked to you and you sound so collected” Natasha leaned closer and you bit your lip “I don’t think you even know it. But if you are not comfortable, you can leave. We just needed you to know”

Your heart was drumming in your ears, your cheeks were burning but your mind went completely silent. Natasha’s eyes were twinkling with sincerity, a little fear and like she just opened her heart to you. So you did what you’ve been wanting to do all fucking night.

You kissed her.

At first, she flinched a little as her muscles stiffened. But when her mind finally realised what was happening, her lips started moving. Natasha was careful, her plumped lips softer than you imagined and gentler. She tasted like vodka and lime. But mostly, she tasted like a promise.

You whimpered, trying to deepened the kiss and Natasha pulled back. She smiled softly and shook her head, brushing your nose with hers.

“Not yet, malyshka. You are going to get me killed” she chuckled and you furrowed your brows.

“Killed? What do-“

A small tap on your shoulder cut you off, your cheeks heating up even more when you remembered the brunette. You turned to look at her, swallowing nervously and an apology already on the tip of your tongue but she raised a brow.

“If you dare to apologise, you will regret it” Wanda said firmly, sitting next to you and tapping her thigh “Come here, sweetheart”

Your mouth ran dry and you glanced at Natasha, that gave you a small nod and a reassuring smile. You straddled Wanda’s lap and her hands grabbed your hips, keeping you steady.

She leaned closer. Lips brushing your neck as she inhaled your scent. You smelled like coconut, summer breeze and dreams. You held back a moan when she placed a soft kiss on your jaw, your fingers locking on her shoulders trying to ground you and she smiled.

“You are so damn beautiful. Less than a day knowing you and our lives already shine” she whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear “You are perfect, sweetheart”

Before you could reply, before you could even think of denying her words, her lips captured yours. Wanda was a little rougher, impatient, but gentle all at once. Her tongue outlined your lower lip and you followed her silent order, opening your mouth.

Her tongue was on a mission, like she was trying to memorise every inch of you and her grip tightened on your hips. You moaned against her lips, your hips grinding against hers when she bit your lower lip, tugging it playfully and she smirked when you grunted.

“Such an impatient pretty girl” Wanda teased you and pecked your lips again “Did you eat something before going to the bar or were you planning on getting wasted?”

You looked at her in awe. Her tone firm but sweet, another trap wrapped in silk. One you would’ve run straight into if Natasha didn’t stop you.

“I wouldn’t lie if I were you, malyshka” Natasha said amused, leaning closer to you “She smells the lies from miles away”

Wanda hummed in agreement and you bit your lower lip, slightly distracted by Natasha’s fingers over your thigh.

“I- I didn’t” you admitted shyly “But I’m not hungry, I swear”

Wanda squinted her eyes, making you squirm over her and Natasha laughed.

“Maximoff, leave her alone. If she wants to eat, she will do it” Natasha smirked and Wanda pouted, looking at her wife “No, you won’t get away with everything you want”

“But she will need energy” Wanda defended herself and you gasped, making both look at you “unless you don’t want to…”

You leaned and kissed her again. You couldn’t trust yourself with talking. Not when they looked at you like they just found a treasure or how cute Wanda looked when she pouted. And the way she melted under your arms just fuelled your need of her.

You broke the kiss when Natasha huffed and when you turned to look at her, she was pouting like a child. You smirked amused as Wanda giggled and kissed your neck.

“What?” you asked wearing a cocky smirk. One that disappeared when Natasha stood up.

The redhead was taller than you, but you could almost feel the power radiating from her. She looked bigger, imposing, like she could ruin you if she just snapped her fingers.

It was her turn to smirk, sending a shiver down your spine and you almost squeaked. But Wanda started licking your neck and you whimpered when Natasha leaned.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” Natasha whispered and you bit down your lip “You are really lucky it’s our first night, malyshka. Really lucky”

It wasn’t a threat. She wasn’t warning you either. No, her words were a fucking promise. And instead of fearing her, you wanted to challenge her. You needed to see how far it could go.

Your brain wasn’t fully understanding how two women you just met, had total power over you. They weren’t forcing you, they weren’t pushing you. They kept giving you options and as free as you could feel, you didn’t want it. You wanted to be theirs.

It was the type of power that came with a lot of promises. The one that just asked for trust and care in return. Because Natasha and Wanda had some power over you. But you? You were the powerful one in that room. They would give you the universe if you just asked. All you had to do in return was trusting them. You had to give them the room to ruin you in all the right ways and they would be yours forever.

“Sweetheart, breathe” Wanda whispered in your ear and you realised your heart was racing, threatening you to jump out of your chest. You took a deep breath and looked at her “Good girl. Now be nice to daddy and apologise for making fun of her”

You moaned at the title. Your cheeks flushing when your eyes met Natasha’s. The redhead was grinning, green eyes daring you to not follow Wanda’s order. But you wouldn’t dare even if you wanted to.

“Sorry, Nat-“ Wanda pinched your side and your cheeks turned into a deeper shade of red “Sorry, daddy”

“Such an obedient plaything” Natasha said proudly.

Her fingers locked around your chin. A firm and steady grip that made you moan again as she leaned and kissed you. The first kiss was gentle and caring, this one felt like a claim.

Natasha kissed you like she was marking you, owning you and at the same time she was giving herself to you. Your head felt hazy. Your body craving them as if their lips over you weren’t enough.

Your fingers tugged Wanda’s hair when she bit your neck and the moment you moaned, Natasha’s tongue swirled with yours. It was like a practice dance. As if both knew all the right spots in your body, all the right things to do and say.

And it clicked.

You broke the kiss, panting and pushing Wanda away gently. Both looked at you confused and you tried to collect your thoughts before talking because you could potentially ruin your night.

“I’m not the first one, am I?” you asked carefully, watching the moment they shared a look and then went back to you “It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. I’m sorry if I overstepped”

“Oh, sweetheart, you didn’t” Wanda cradled your jaw and gave you a sad smile “I wish I could tell you, you are the first one but you are right, you aren’t”

“But you are the one we want” Natasha added and smiled “and before you dare to say again we just met, sometimes you just know. We can’t name what it is, but we know we want you”

Your heart fluttered “What happened to…”

“That’s a story for another day, sweetheart. Why don’t we move this party somewhere more comfortable, hm?”

Wanda looked at Natasha and her wife nodded. You gasped when the redhead hoisted you over her shoulder, she was way too strong. She handled you with ease and care, putting you down on the bed and smiling like she just grabbed a pillow.

“Do you want us to stop?” Natasha asked softly and you shook your head “Remember what mommy told you, malyshka. Use your words”

You whimpered “No, daddy. I don’t want to stop”

“Good girl” Natasha smiled proudly.

Wanda knelt behind you as Natasha crouched and started taking off your heels. Wanda unzipped your dress slowly, tossing your hair aside and she kissed your shoulder blades. Natasha started kissing your legs and your mind didn’t know where to focus as Wanda pulled your dress down slowly.

The experience was something you had never felt. They were acting with so much care, making you feel safe. As if they were unwrapping a gift and wanted to engrave the experience in their minds.

The redhead helped her wife taking off your dress and both moaned at the sight of your body. Black lingerie covering your body and you couldn’t find in yourself to feel shy. Not when they were looking at you like you were a masterpiece.

“If you want to stop, you will say so. Understood?” Wanda whispered in your ear, tilting your head to the side and kissing your neck.

“Yes, mommy”

The praise came as a moan. Your words igniting Wanda’s skin as you used the right title. The brunette started sucking on your neck and you grunted. And when you looked down, Natasha was already kissing your thighs.

Both were marking you, their hands caressing your body like you were made of glass. As if you could break underneath them if they were rougher with you.

Your knees opened when Natasha moved up and she smirked. Your body was already reacting on its own. Your mind was silent, trying to remember every kiss, every movement, every sound they were making.

Your breath faltered when Natasha stopped in your covered cunt. She inhaled your scent, whimpering as her mind tried to decide what to do. And when she placed a chaste kiss and moved to your abdomen, you grunted.

Wanda unhooked your bra, throwing it somewhere around the floor and you tossed your head back when she cupped your breasts. You hid your face in the crook of her neck, kissing her as she pinched your nipples.

And you moaned, feeling Natasha’s tongue over your skin as Wanda’s hands worked over your chest. Your teeth sank in her skin and the brunette growled when you started sucking.

Your hips bucked up when Wanda’s fingers were replaced with Natasha’s mouth. Her tongue swirling over your harden nipple and her lips popping when she let you go.

The redhead continued to mark you, bruises appearing over your skin as a statement. When her knee pressed against your cunt you moaned and started grinding to ease the tension.

“Easy, malyshka” Natasha whispered in your ear “We are getting there”

Then you whined when they stopped touching you. Both kissing over you as you looked up. They were rough, you could almost feel the power battle that was taking place over you.

Your fingers hooked in Natasha’s pants and the redhead broke the kiss to looked down on you with curious eyes. You smiled innocently.

“Too much clothes, daddy”

Wanda chuckled as Natasha smirked with amusement and they shared a loving look, checking on each other before they kept going. The brunette pecked her wife’s lips and said something in russian.

Their attention was back on you. Moving around you with ease and Natasha made you stand up. You tripped and she caught you. Your heart melted when you heard a soft ‘I got you’ that felt like an oath.

“Who do you want to undress first, little one?” Wanda asked softly and you bit your lip.

Your eyes danced in between them. Your ears ringing as you tried to decide and when your breath hitched, the brunette’s hand wrapped around your wrist. You looked at her and she smiled reassuringly.

“Perhaps our cute girl shouldn’t choose” Natasha suggested tenderly and your cheeks flushed. Her finger traced your collarbone and she smiled “it’s a huge decision, isn’t it malyshka?” you moaned at her tone. Natasha was stripping you from your freedom, the one that came with consequences and a lot of anxiety “Mommy and daddy will do it for you. Sit and watch”

You nodded and sat at the edge of the bed. Your eyes fixed on them as they helped each other out of their clothes. Their movements deliberate, their eyes glancing at you every now and then with smiles that reached their eyes.

Wanda turned around. Natasha unzipped Wanda’s dress and her tongue traced her wife’s spine. You weren’t sure if Wanda moaned or if it was you. You clasped your legs to get some relief.

But your underwear was ruined when Wanda knelt before Natasha. It was one hell of a sight as the brunette looked up to her wife and took off her pants. You whimpered when Natasha stepped out of her pants and took off her shirt.

Both were goddesses. Your eyes were trying to decide where to focus. Natasha’s toned abdomen was calling you but Wanda’s long legs were alluring. You needed them both, not sure if you needed them to touch you or you needed to touch them.

As if they could read your thoughts, they approached you. Standing before you with softened eyes, giving you silent permission to touch.

You swallowed, not ready to pick between them without feeling you were failing them. Wanda smiled at you knowingly and looked at her wife.

“Dibs” Wanda said triumphantly and you looked at them confused as Natasha chuckled.

“No, you can’t call dibs. She gets to do it” Natasha said amused and you tilted your head with curiosity “Mommy wants to pick who goes first. Do you want her to pick, malyshka?”

You giggled softly and nodded “Yes, daddy” you looked at Wanda and grinned “You pick, mommy”

The brunette caressed your cheek and smiled proudly. She leaned to peck your lips, leaving a dreamy look in your eyes.

“Our perfect girl” she praised you and you smiled “Tasha, sit on the bed”

Natasha huffed but complied, she knew better than to piss off her wife by not following orders. The redhead sat next to you with a grin and you giggled when she winked at you.

“If you piss mommy off, I will let you cum sooner than later” Natasha teased and you gasped but Wanda smacked her thigh.

“Do not give her ideas” Wanda scolded and Natasha rolled her eyes playfully “Sweetheart come here, kneel before daddy”

You did as told, eagerly. And Natasha moaned at the sight of you as you looked at her with doe eyes that twinkled with excitement.

Wanda knelt behind you, kissing your neck and then your shoulder. She pressed her chest against your back and you moaned when she nip your earlobe.

“Daddy is so beautiful, isn’t she?” Wanda purred and you nodded “Do you want to touch, little one?”

“Yes, mommy, please”

Wanda hummed proudly and took your hand. She showed you the way, your fingers caressing her legs tenderly. Natasha rested her body over her elbows, tossing her head back when your hand reached her thigh.

“She will never say it out loud, but she loves being worshipped” Wanda murmured and you whimpered as she guided your fingers over Natasha’s clothed cunt “Natasha acts all tough and powerful, but she is a golden retriever in disguise. A woman that needs to be taken care of” your thumb pressed against her clit and Natasha moaned, a sound so heavenly that you thought you could come just by hearing it “Show her how much you want her, sweetheart. Make daddy feel good”

Natasha gasped when your arms hooked around her legs and you pulled her closer with strength you didn’t know you had. And your body moved with a mission in mind.

The redhead watched you licked her abdomen, sucking and marking her. Her body was perfect, museum worthy. Wanda helped you unhooked her bra and you sucked her right breast first and then the left one.

Natasha’s breath hitched as you kept leaving bruises over her body. She didn’t like love bites, at least not that much unless Wanda was doing it to prove a point. But with you doing the job, looking at her like you’ve been dying to taste her and own her, Natasha knew she was fucked.

Maybe you weren’t their first addition to their marriage. They’ve tried multiple times and as much as they gave themselves up, it never reached that point. Not because they didn’t want to. It was because they never felt ready.

It could be the alcohol in her veins or her foggy mind. But instead of wanting to stop you from keep bruising her, she pulled you closer.

Wanda took in the image, noticing the way Natasha was letting you step into a territory she barely unlocked. The way her wife was holding you close as she unravelled under your touch. And she smiled because as much as the three of you felt like something that could vanish as soon as the sun came up, Wanda knew it wouldn’t happen.

They just found you. They wouldn’t let you go any time soon.

Not when Natasha felt so safe. Not when Wanda’s body buzzed with excitement and need she had never felt with anyone but Natasha. Not when you were so obedient, so eager, so fucking perfect.

Your tongue traced a line down her body. Your fingers hooked on the waistband of her underwear as you asked silently for permission and Natasha nodded, biting her lip as she watched you undress her.

You moaned at the sight of her slick. You leaned and kissed her thighs tenderly. And when your lips met her cunt, you both moaned.

“Take your time, sweetheart” Wanda cooed, her hand snaked between your legs. You whimpered when she tossed aside your underwear “I got you”

You swirled your tongue over Natasha’s clit, moaning at the taste and Wanda pressed her thumb against yours. You ran down your tongue making Natasha buck her hips up. And when your thumb rubbed circles over her clit as your tongue entered her, Natasha tossed her head back with a loud moan.

Your movements started gentle, slow, almost afraid of rushing things. But then your hunger came out to play, drunk on her taste and her moans. The way her fingers twitched next to your face trying to restrain herself from tugging your hair.

And your mind was hazy, moaning against her cunt as Wanda’s fingers worked between your legs. You whimpered when she pushed two fingers inside of you, your knees spreading a little more to give her more space to work and Wanda hummed satisfied.

The three of you were moving in sync. Wanda’s lips marking your back as she pumped her fingers, you eating Natasha out like she was the last meal on earth and the redhead finally broke and tugged your hair, guiding you as she bucked her hips up, grinding her hips against your face.

“Fuck, malyshka” Natasha whimpered, forcing herself to watch you and when she met your eyes she moaned louder “You look so perfect like this. I’m almost jealous, thinking your tongue worked on someone else” you grunted and Wanda fastened her movements, a possessive rhythm took over with Natasha’s words “Yes, baby, just like that. Don’t stop”

You pushed your hips back, trying to get Wanda to move faster. And she complied, her mind deciding she couldn’t wait for you to come around her fingers.

Natasha tugged your hair again and you whimpered, your eyes fixed on hers and you sucked on her clit and she moaned, not only at the sensation but at the way you were looking at her.

“I’m so close, please don’t stop” Natasha begged, feeling her abdomen tightened and her knees clasped in your head “Fuck”

Wanda licked your shoulder and smirked “You will come when she does, sweetheart. So it’s up to you”

Your eyes rolled back, your walls clenching around Wanda and your abdomen tightened as you tried to wait. And Natasha came moaning your name. She collapsed against the bed as you slowed your movements, your chin dripping with drool and her arousal as Wanda kept you in place.

“You made her a mess, sweetheart” Wanda whispered and you pressed your right cheek on Natasha’s thigh, moaning as Wanda kept pumping her fingers and her thumb rubbed circles on your clit “Mommy is so proud of you, little one. You are such a good girl. Cum, baby, claim your reward”

Your back arched against her chest, your head leaning on her shoulder and Wanda sucked on your neck as you came around her fingers. Your desperate moans filled the room and Natasha straightened up, watching the way your body trembled against Wanda’s.

The brunette slowed her movements and she captured your lips with hers, tasting her wife and moaning against your mouth. You bit her lip harshly and she whimpered. And she broke the kiss when she pulled out her fingers as you grunted.

You watched her lick her thumb clean, her eyes fixed on you for a moment before looking at Natasha. The redhead understood the command, leaning closer with her mouth opened as Wanda pushed her fingers in.

Natasha looked at you as she sucked her wife’s fingers, tasting you and moaned. You watched her mesmerised, noticing the way her eyes rolled back when Wanda pressed her fingers down her tongue. Natasha’s lips popped when Wanda pulled out her fingers and smiled.

“You taste better than I imagined, malyshka” your cheeks flushed and she signalled you to get closer “And that pretty mouth does wonders, mommy will love it” her knuckles caressed your cheek “Our perfect girl”

Natasha kissed you tenderly, your skin flushed and your heart racing. You were sure you could never get tired of her lips. The way she kissed you was charged with something you couldn’t name but it sat right on your bones.

Wanda stood up, leaving you both as you made out. Your body hovered Natasha’s as you climbed the bed and her hands squeezed your ass making you moan. You only broke the kiss when your lungs started burning needing more air and you smiled at Natasha.

“You are perfect too, daddy” you leaned and kissed her neck “So perfect”

Natasha grunted as you sucked on her neck, her hand slapping your ass and made you moan. The redhead tugged your underwear, contemplating ripping it off and the consequences. But it lasted one moment before she did it anyway and you gasped.

“I’ll buy a new pair, don’t worry” she grinned and you giggled.

Natasha’s heart skipped a beat, founding you extremely cute. It was a balance, silly things during an intimate moment that warmed her heart. Someone that didn’t expect her to be cold and heartless but actually enjoyed her goofy self.

“Tasha!” Wanda gasped and you both turned to look at her “It was such a nice piece. Why you do it, moya lyubov’?”

“My hands have mind of their own” Natasha grinned and Wanda chuckled “I see you brought the big guns”

In that moment, you noticed the strap on her hands and you gasped. Wanda looked at you amused, approaching you as if you were her prey. The small break was over because it was Wanda’s turn and Natasha was going to show you the right way to treat her wife.

“You are so tight, sweetheart. I think you deserve to be stretch out” you moaned as she brushed your lips with the tip of the toy “Sadly, it won’t be me doing it. Daddy doesn’t like to share her toys” she pouted and Natasha chuckled under you.

“Malyshka, sit closer to the headboard. I’ll show you how to treat mommy, hm?” Natasha instructed and you looked at her “And since it’s our grand opening night, I will let you enjoy the show as you please”

Natasha winked at you and you growled at her words. You moved around the bed, following her orders and the redhead gave you a proud smile that only increased your arousal.

You took off what was left of your underwear and tossed it away, your body getting comfortable between the pillows as you watched them carefully.

Natasha went back to her powerful state. Imposing and commanding as she watched her wife putting the strap in place around her hips. The redhead told her something in russian and Wanda grunted, stripping off her underwear and kneeling before Natasha.

It was hard to tell which one held the power over the other. They both seemed to share but in that moment, the picture was clear.

Wanda looked at her wife with devotion. Letting Natasha handle her as she pleased. Focusing on her and not daring to look away, not even when the brunette wanted so bad to watch you.

And as easy as it looked, the only reason Wanda bent to her wife’s wishes was because she loved Natasha dearly. Enough to give up her own power, enough to show the redhead she was hers too.

Natasha looked at you and you moaned. They looked perfect, delicious, you couldn’t even feel left out because they were letting you watch their interaction. It was hot the way they surrendered to each other, their love an intoxicating force that not everyone could see fully. Not like this. But you were lucky by just witnessing.

“Mommy’s tongue ran a little earlier, don’t you think?” Natasha smirked and looked down to her wife “Telling our perfect girl how much I love being worshipped, how soft I can be, how to hold power over me” you and Wanda moaned. Natasha’s smirk widened and she turned to you “I’ll pay back the favour. Here’s the secret, malyshka” her hand grabbed the toy and she brushed it against Wanda’s lips. Her wife opened her mouth and Natasha pushed it gently “Mommy looks so collected, so expensive, you wouldn’t even dare to think how much of a slut she is” your hand landed between your legs as Wanda bobbed her head “She walks around the world pretending she doesn’t like to serve, to please, but her inner slut always comes out to play in the bed. Isn’t that right, my love?”

Wanda and you moaned. The brunette’s mouth stuffed with the toy as your fingers played with your clit. Natasha looked so powerful like that, holding your attention and your needs. Knowing what to say and when to say it. A side of her that she always showed; composed, in control, intimidating and powerful.

Because her goofy self was for those that were close to her. She couldn’t be nice to everyone, it wasn’t in her nature to trust any stranger and yet, she trusted you. Natasha was willing to let you see every part of herself.

“Malyshka, be a dear and toss me a pillow” Natasha asked gently and you moved to complied. She smiled gratefully and dropped the pillow before Wanda “Come on, my love. Put on a show for our girl. Ride it as you suck my cock”

Wanda whimpered, her hands grabbing the pillow and putting it underneath her. Her head kept bobbing on the toy, the tip meeting the back of her throat as Natasha tugged her hair.

It was also hard for Wanda to show that side of her. Because Natasha’s words were true; the brunette walked around the world with all the confidence she had. Every inch of herself screamed power and she loved it.

Wanda loved the control, her ability to solve everything as if the world depended on her and the power all of it gave her. But when Natasha stripped her out of her power, Wanda also found a way to breathe.

She wouldn’t say it out loud, she would deny it if asked, but there was something about giving her power up for the woman she loved the most that was thrilling. But she felt vulnerable.

Her power shielded her from the outside. None of their exes had ever witnessed the power exchange between them because Wanda couldn’t let them see that side of her, the one that could break if handled poorly.

However, you were there. Touching yourself at the sight of her sucking the strap and humping the pillow and instead of seeing someone easy to destroy, you still looked at her like her power was never gone.

No, Wanda still had power over you. She wasn’t vulnerable. Wanda didn’t feel the ache in her chest or her usual fear igniting inside of her. She was free, holding everything and letting it go all at once.

Natasha fucked her wife’s mouth as if she could just come by the sight. You pumped two fingers inside you as you applied pressure on your clit. And Wanda was humping the pillow like it could save her.

“Seems like our girl is liking the show, Wands” Natasha grinned at you, her fingers tugging the brunette’s hair and you moaned when Wanda choked on the strap “Who would’ve thought? You are a slut just like mommy, hm?”

You whimpered, curling your fingers inside as Natasha paid attention to both of you. You were part of the show, they were letting you in and it felt like your body was on fire.

The gagging nosies Wanda was making were driving you to the edge. Her neck was flushed and you could see drool dripping. But what almost broke you was the moment you saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

You wished you were Natasha in that moment. The sight of Wanda from above was heavenly. A sight that shattered the powerful image of the brunette, the same woman that commanded you with a single look.

You moaned louder, your hips bucking up trying to reach your high and Natasha looked at you with a smirk. She pulled out the toy and Wanda coughed trying to regulate her breathing. The redhead crouched before her wife and grabbed her chin.

“Keep moving, Wands” she ordered and Wanda whimpered, hands steadying herself over the floor as she was grinding her hips “But look at her. Look how much she loved watching you being a slut for me” Wanda’s eyes met yours and you both moaned, your abdomen tightened and you tossed your head back as you came around your fingers “I wish I could take the credit, my love. But you did that, don’t you love it? Someone finally matched your slutty ass”

And with that Wanda fell apart, her orgasm crashing over her bones. Natasha’s words landing in all the right ways. And when you finally regained yourself back, you crawled over the bed. You laid down over your chest and reached for Wanda, the brunette moaning your name like a prayer as she slowed down her movements with her eyes closed.

Your eyes met hers when she finally opened them. Panting with her cheeks flushed like she just realised how much of herself she let go and afraid that you would think less of her. But when you cradled her jaw and caressed her cheek with your thumb, Wanda leaned into your touch.

“Thank you, mommy” you whispered “you looked amazing”

Natasha smiled softly, watching the interaction as her heart raced. You were giving them all they needed, all they craved and you didn’t even know. They cracked open before you and you weren’t judging, you were following them.

Wanda leaned and kissed you, a tender kiss that said more than she could trust her own words to tell. A silent thank you and at the same time, she was holding onto you like you could save her.

Then she broke the kiss and reached for your hand, sucking the fingers you were using to touch yourself and you moaned when her eyes never left yours. There was something more than hunger in them, something that screamed ‘see me as much as I see you’.

“You really are perfect” Wanda whispered after she let go of your fingers “Now, let mommy and daddy take care of you”

“I just had two-“

“It’s really not about how many times, malyshka” Natasha explained and you looked at her confused “Lay on your back and let us have you, yes?”

“Yes, daddy”

“Such a good girl you are” she pecked your lips.

You laid on your back and Wanda hovered your body, not before leaving bruises over your abdomen like Natasha did earlier. She was claiming you too, marking you as a shared possession with her wife. And when she finally was face to face with you, Wanda smirked.

Her hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath faltered. You bit your lip, nodding slightly as she squeezed a little more testing the limit. But Natasha and Wanda made a promise, they wouldn’t push too far that night.

They needed to try, to see how comfortable you were around them, how much of yourself you were willing to give. For them it wasn’t physical, it never was. They saw you, they wanted you, they talked to you and realised they needed you.

Love a first sight was for fairytales, but you looked like the one that could finally break them and glue them all at once. You were perfect in more than one way, you just had to believe it. And they were ready to make you see it.

“I want to try that pretty mouth of yours, is that okay little one?” Wanda whispered, brushing her lips against yours and then tracing your cheek with her nose as she inhaled your scent.

“Please, mommy” you murmured, closing your eyes as you felt Natasha’s hands over your thighs.

Wanda took a moment to admire you. You looked so eager, so innocent, so… breakable. But you were trusting them, she could feel it. Her fingers brushed your hair and your eyes fluttered open, meeting hers with a soft twinkle.

“If you could only see what we do” Wanda said softly, smiling as she brushed her lips against yours “We waited for you for so long, sweetheart. This will work out, I promise” she kissed you again and your hands held the back of her neck trying to pull her closer. Wanda broke the kiss and you grunted “Easy. The night is still young” she pecked your forehead “Now, if you make mommy cum, daddy will let you cum” she leaned closer to your ear “but I’m not like daddy, I don’t like sloppy work” she purred.

You nodded eagerly and she hummed, hovering your face and you moaned at the sight of her glistening cunt. She smelled delicious. Just like Natasha, she smelled like paradise. An expensive paradise.

“Okay, malyshka. You better make mommy cum. Tap her thigh if you need us to stop” Natasha said spreading your legs and you whimpered when Wanda lowered herself over your mouth and the redhead spit on your cunt.

Your lips sucked on Wanda’s clit and the brunette had to steady herself with the headboard. And you moaned against her cunt when you felt the tip of the toy in your entrance.

Your movements faltered as Natasha pushed inch by inch of the toy inside and Wanda grunted, getting impatient and started riding your face. You matched her pace once that Natasha bottomed out, grunting against Wanda when the redhead started moving.

Your head felt foggy. Overwhelmed by the sensation of both women over you. Their noises driving you to the edge. Wanda was moaning louder over you as your fingers dug into her skin and Natasha was whimpering, hypnotised by the way the toy disappeared inside of you.

And your back arched when her thumb pressed over your clit and Wanda’s movements turned erratic, her slick covering your face as she used you just like she used that pillow.

Soon the brunette came, legs pressed against your head as she shuddered above you. Wanda was sure she had never came that fast, not even Natasha had made her.

She moved after a few minutes, letting you breathe and moving your body so she could hold you from behind. You buried your face in her inner thigh, your hands holding her legs as Natasha hovered your body.

The redhead was focused, whimpering as she pounded her hips against yours. Your legs wrapped around her hips and both moaned when Natasha kissed your neck.

“You are so perfect, malyshka. So tight” she breathed out in your neck and you whimpered “We are not letting you go”

Natasha looked at you, green eyes as darkened as yours. You tried to talk but only a moan came out and Natasha smirked. Wanda caressed your hair, soft fingers grounding you while Natasha shattered your world.

“Do you like when daddy fucks you, sweetheart?” you looked up and Wanda’s eyes were fixed on you, engraving in her mind every feature of your face as it contorted with pleasure.

You nodded and sank your teeth in her thigh when Natasha got rougher. You needed them everywhere, you didn’t want the night to end. And when Wanda started rubbing your clit, you screamed with pleasure.

“Daddy, mommy, please” you whined, feeling so close again and Natasha grunted “I’m so close, don’t stop please”

But the redhead stopped, she pulled out and you mewled. Wanda shushed you as Natasha flipped you, raising your hips and pushing the toy inside again.

Her hands landed in between your shoulder blades and she pushed you down. Wanda’s hand tugged your hair as Natasha started grinding her hips faster, erratic, with her fingers between your legs.

“Come, detka. Show me how much you love daddy’s cock” Natasha whimpered and your knuckles turned white as you fisted the sheets.

And you came, not sure of what you screamed but your orgasm came down like a crashing wave. You whined when Natasha didn’t slow down, she went faster and rougher. Her fingers working over your sensitive clit and your nails started digging into Wanda’s thigh like she could save you.

“Tasha, I think-“

“No” Natasha grunted, looking at Wanda with hungry and possessive eyes “She can take it, right malyshka?” you moaned and Natasha pulled you up, pressing your back against her chest and bit your neck.

Your eyes met Wanda’s and the brunette searched for any sign of discomfort but when your eyes rolled back with pleasure, she knew you were okay.

She knelt before you, biting the other side of your neck. Both were marking you, claiming you and your mind was one step away of crashing. It didn’t take that long for you to come again, one hand tugging Wanda’s hair and the other one tugging Natasha’s.

And the redhead slowed down, but she wasn’t ready to pull out. Neither Natasha or Wanda were actually ready to give you a break. Not when the last orgasm was possessive, claiming and promising.

And you didn’t want to let them go either.

(—)

At some point that night and after watching them come undone under your touch, you had a break. Regretting not listening to Wanda about the food when your stomach roared with hunger.

But you were sore, your body slumped over their bed with sheets covering you slightly. You looked like a fucking masterpiece, covered in love bites all over. Sweat glistening your skin and your head hazy.

“Don’t sleep yet, sweetheart. It’s time to eat before bed” Wanda said softly, lifting your body and holding you in between her arms as you hid your face in the crook of her neck. You whined “None of that, pretty girl. You need to hydrate and eat”

“Mommy, please” you pouted and Wanda giggled, brushing your hair “Sleep now”

“She’s a little brat” Natasha grinned, straddling your lap and offering you a water bottle “Come on, malyshka, don’t get on mommy’s bad side”

You grunted but straightened up, drinking as Natasha held the bottle. Then she turned and held a club sandwich before you and you pouted again. The redhead chuckled but you sighed, reaching for a fry but Wanda smacked your hand.

“Sandwich first” Wanda ordered and you rolled your eyes, Natasha held back a grin.

“Daddy is more fun” you groaned and took a small bite of the sandwich as Natasha bit a fry and wiggled her brows, amused.

“You say that now, until she is the one mad” Wanda whispered in your ear and nip your earlobe “And if you keep being a brat, I’ll show you the real deal”

Natasha laughed and fed you a fry, then she offered her wife a bite of sandwich and Wanda looked at her gratefully.

“She’s right, I’m more fun” Natasha teased her wife, shrugging and biting another bite.

Wanda glared at her but you giggled. They kept bantering as you ate. And your eyes wandered over their bodies, they were as bruised as you. Not once did they stop you. They let you claim them as well and that made your heart flutter.

When the brunette was satisfied, Natasha cleaned up and Wanda moved to cuddle you. She pecked your lips and then peppered kisses all over your face making you giggle. And when she smiled at you, your breath hitched.

“Thank you for trusting us, sweetheart” she whispered and nudged your nose with hers “You did good”

“Thank you, mommy” you murmured and pecked her lips again.

Natasha laid behind you, covering Wanda’s body with the sheets and then hers. Her arm wrapped around your hips and pulled you closer, leaving a kiss behind your ear.

“Let’s rest, malyshka. Tomorrow we can talk about everything” she whispered and you nodded.

And they kept whispering sweet praises until you fell asleep. Natasha looked at Wanda one last time, a silent conversation being held over your sleeping body. They kissed softly and went back to nestle your body between theirs.

You were perfect. And they would make sure you knew it.

(—)

You slid out of the bed, careful not to wake them up. And when you stood up, you tripped a little, gasping.

The only thing you could blame the alcohol for was your damn headache. But every decision that night was yours and your heart wanted to believe everything was true and not just a dream.

You bit your lip. No, you wouldn’t ruin this for yourself with insecurities. You couldn’t when they were so sweet before, during and after everything. And if it was a lie, then they would have to tell you themselves.

Your phone started ringing and you jumped a little, running and trying to answer before waking them up. You tripped with the sofa, grunting as you reached for your purse and when you turned around, Wanda was already looking at you, leaning back on the headboard as you answered.

“Dude, where the fuck are you?” Luke’s voice was on the other end and Wanda beckoned you and your body moved on its own, you could swear on that.

“I’m a little… busy” you said softly and Wanda raised a brow with amusement “Why? What do you want?”

“Breakfast? Open the door, I’ve been knocking” your best friend groaned as you crawled over the bed and sat on Wanda’s lap.

And if Wanda’s mood wasn’t enough to prove you they were planning on keeping you, her lips sure did because they found their way to your neck soon enough.

“I’m not there, vipes” you bit your lip as Wanda licked your throat “But I’ll meet you at the restaurant”

Wanda slapped your ass and you held back a moan, looking at her confused and she started shaking her head. Making you furrow your brows.

“What do you mean you are not here? Oh wait!” he started laughing but you couldn’t snap at him, not when Wanda kept roaming your body with her hands “You still with them? Naughty girl!”

“I’m not telling you shit” you smirked but it faded away when Wanda mouthed ‘language’, you rolled your eyes and she slapped your ass again making you whine.

“Dude, you okay?”

“Yeah, I just tripped” you lied and Wanda giggled, pecking your lips “Anyway, see you at breakfast like in…” you looked at the screen but Wanda blocked your view and you frowned “Yes, Wanda?”

“You are not leaving” she sentenced and you looked at her in awe.

“But I’m hungry” you pouted and heard Luke screaming on the phone “Lucas, give me a minute. Shut up!”

Wanda grabbed your pillow and punched Natasha with it, her wife groaned and grabbed the pillow by the third time. She glared at her wife and you held back a smirk.

“What?” Natasha grunted, yawning and rubbing her eyes. Then her eyes found you and she squinted “Why is your phone in your hand, malyshka?”

“She’s trying to leave” Wanda replied and your jaw dropped, you grabbed the pillow from Natasha’s hand and punched her with it “Watch it, little one”

“That’s not- I’m not trying to leave, I swear” you looked at Natasha “I’m just hungry” Luke shouted your name again and you groaned “Luke, I said shut the fuck up! Give me another…”

“Luke, right?” Natasha said after snatching the phone from your hand and you looked at her stunned and Wanda smirked “Yeah, Natasha here. I don’t think she will make it to breakfast” the redhead hummed as she smacked your hand away and Wanda went back to kiss your neck “I see, yeah. When are you leaving?” she grabbed her phone and looked at the hour “Sure, we will join if that’s alright with you and your friends?” she hummed again and typed something in her phone, showing it to Wanda and her wife nodded “Yeah, see you then. Thank you”

Natasha hung up and placed your phones together over her nightstand and your jaw dropped. You weren’t sure if you heard right, but apparently the redhead already decided they weren’t going to leave your side.

“What did he tell you?” you asked as Natasha kissed her wife and looked at you amused.

“Something about a trip to Women Island?” she shrugged and leaned to kiss you “Hope you don’t mind if we tag along”

“I- I don’t but I don’t think you want to hang with four strangers and-“

“We are hanging out with you and may I remind you this stranger made you moa-“ you clasped your hand over her mouth as your cheeks started burning and she raised a brow.

“Fine, three strangers. They are stupid and teasing and…” Natasha licked your hand and you moved it away “Hey!”

“Oh so now you don’t like my tongue? Wasn’t she asking me to never stop using it last night, dorogaya?” Natasha asked to Wanda and the brunette laughed.

“Yeah, I remember that” she teased and you groaned, trying to get off Wanda’s lap but she kept you in place “What I don’t remember is giving you permission to move”

“Is this my new life? Am I gonna get teased for the rest of my life?” you said without really thinking about your words but when realisation settled, you panicked “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-“

“Yes, that’s what you should expect for the rest of your life” Natasha smiled and grabbed your hand “And we don’t mind hanging out with your friends. It will be good getting to know them since you know… you are kinda stuck with us now”

“You make it sound like a threat, moya lyubov’” Wanda laughed and you bit your lip “We don’t have to go if you don’t want us to”

You looked at them, like really looked. Their eyes were twinkling softly, their smiles didn’t waver and they kept one hand touching you as the other were linked.

They made it look like you’ve been part of them all their lives, as if they didn’t meet you the day before but like you belonged there already. And your heart melted.

Maybe you didn’t take the best choices in the past, but this felt right. They felt right. So what if you just took a leap of faith?

“Yeah, okay. Let’s do it” you smiled and leaned to kiss each one of them “and I mean all of it, if you guys still want me” you whispered shyly and Wanda caressed your cheek.

“I know a way or two to show you how much we want you” she purred and you whimpered “What do you think, Tasha?”

“Yeah, I know what you are talking about?” the redhead smirked and you moaned.

“Again?” you grunted when Wanda pushed you down in between their bodies and their lips were already on your neck.

“Again. And again after that” Natasha whispered and you bit your lip but your stomach growled and the redhead laughed.

“Or not. I guess she really is hungry” Wanda chuckled and you groaned, looking down to your abdomen.

“No, no, I’m not hungry. Come back” you whined but Wanda was already picking up the phone to order room service “She won’t let it go, will she?”

Natasha patted your thigh “You get used to it, now come back to my arms and wake me up when food is here”

And when you settled in her arms, watching Wanda reading the menu and ordering for you as Natasha kissed your shoulder and held you protectively, you knew whatever happened next it didn’t matter.

You really could do that for the rest of your life.

[wandaslovey]

thinking about a quiet night in with wanda.

you’re lounging on the couch reading your favorite book. you’d been snuggling together for a little while before she shifts, maneuvering her body until she’s laying on her stomach between your legs.

“wha—“ you start.

“shhh.” she cuts you off. “let mommy eat this pretty pussy. keep reading your book.”

and then she starts languidly swirling her warm tongue all around your slit. she’s slow with it, never rushing or trying too hard to get you to cum. she’s just there to taste you—to savor you. you reach your peak a few times, but she doesn’t ever let you come. she knows you’ll become too sensitive for her to continue so she gently edges you for hours.

[wandaslovey]

i have the hardest time focusing on a task once i start stressing about something. the problem is, once i start stressing about one thing, it starts this whole chain of a million things to stress about. SO in that spirit, i raise you a new wanda drabble inspired by my (sometimes) inability to reign in all my chaotic thoughts.

👇🏻

you had plans to ‘do the naughty’ with your girlfriend after work. you were looking forward to it your whole shift, never able to fully focus on the current task because you kept thinking about wanda inside you.

your belly curled with excitement on the drive home.

her hands, her lips.

she would be waiting for you since she always got home before you did.

kissing along your neck, murmuring how pretty you are beneath her.

you push down harder on the gas pedal. 15 more minutes till you would be in her arms. it felt like eternity.

her hands caressing along your naked torso, trailing down your thighs, then up, then—

traffic appears ahead. you grumble to yourself, pressing on the brake. the last thing you want is any delays.

as you stop and go amongst all many cars on the road, you find your mind wandering. this time to life’s stresses and responsibilities.

you had homework to do still. shit, wasn’t one assignment due tonight? you also meant to clean your bathroom today. oh - and the laundry.

fuck.

your car registration was expiring soon too. that needs to get renewed asap. that also means that there’s the car emissions test you needed to pass. you’ll have to make an appointment.

the rest of the drive home was a blur as you find yourself lost in thought. by the time you make your way into the house, you feel sufficiently wound up at all the responsibilities you needed to take care of.

“hi, baby.” wanda greets you warmly as she meets you in the kitchen.

“hi.” you murmur back with a gentle smile. she folds you into her loving embrace and kisses the top of your head. when she pulls back, her eyes are dancing with knowing mischief.

she stares for several seconds longer—assessing you no doubt when you don’t appear to be matching her energy.

“something the matter?” she presses gently. she holds your body close to hers still, unwilling to let go.

of course she can sense something was wrong. she can read you better than anybody else can.

you exhale, shaking your head as you scrub one hand over your face.

“no, ‘mm fine. just stressing a little bit.” you respond honestly. you knew there was no point in trying to hide your feelings.

“about?” she presses again, her hands sliding tenderly up your sides and then back down your hips.

“just.. stuff. i dunno, there’s a lot going on in my head.” your reply is vague. you didn’t want to risk hashing out everything and pivoting the direction of how this evening was supposed to go.

she hums in acknowledgment. her eyes are still holding yours with warm understanding. you almost melt on the spot as you stare into her green eyes.

wordlessly, she steps around you, taking your hand and guiding you to your shared bedroom. you follow behind silently, trying your hardest to push all the stressful thoughts away.

it doesn’t work too well.

you need to do your homework. if you put it off any longer, it may never get done. also the laundry simply cannot wait. your basket has been overflowing since sunday. did wanda buy more scent beads? you didn’t like doing laundry without them, and—

“hey, are you still with me?” wanda’s fingers lift your chin to look at her. you’re now standing at the end of your bed.

you nod your head, your eyes a bit wide with everything on your mind. “yes, sorry.”

she takes you in, eyes traveling over your face, down your body and then back up again.

“lay down for me.” she instructs gently, turning to head into the walk-in closet. there was a chest in there that had an impressive growing collection of toys.

you obey her almost immediately as if on auto pilot. you lay back half propped against the stacked decorative pillows.

when wanda returns, she holds your favorite pink dildo in one hand and a vibrator in the other.

she crawls up the bed, her body covering yours. she descends slowly, and when her lips press against yours, it’s gentle and sweet. you kiss her back, wanting to be in this moment with her but finding yourself unable to completely focus.

it’s almost as if she can feel your energy.

“tell me what’s on your mind.” she pulls away. it’s not a question. her hands run along your torso again, this time more firmly. you know she’s trying to ground you in this moment. she’s completely undeterred by your apparent distractedness.

you exhale slowly, and then open your mouth.

“i’m just really stressed. i can’t stop thinking about what all i have to do. i’ve been putting things off thinking i’ll remember the next day but then i never do and now i feel like i need to do everything right now. there’s so much laundry in my basket, at least two loads, and i can’t remember if we bought new scent beads. i also need to clean the bathroom. it’s been too long since i’ve cleaned my sink—like two weeks. i know there’s dust build up. and i have this homework assignment i’ve been dreading and now it’s due tonight and…”

wanda lets you get through your whole list. she doesn’t interrupt or rush you. by the end of your explanation, you’re slightly winded and sufficiently wound up again just like you were in the car.

she doesn’t say anything, her expression smooth and unbothered. in this moment, she’s your polar opposite. calm, collected, unhurried and present.

her left thumb strokes the sliver of exposed skin along your stomach.

“my, that’s a lot of things going through your head, hmm?” her tone was smooth—empathetic. her caress travels higher, her hand dipping under your shirt to explore more bare skin.

you nod, a small pout forming on your lips. you can feel yourself slowly melting into this moment.

everything about her was captivating. her calm presence almost demanded your attention—in a quiet way of course. it was like your body had no choice but to mimic her energy as she held you so intently.

she kisses your pout, then sits back on her calves. her gaze is intent on yours as she hooks her fingers into your pants. she’s slow, almost painfully so as she pulls them down your legs along with your panties. she discards them to the side.

all of her movements are slow and steady as she parts your legs, her palms pressed firmly against your thighs.

“stay here with me, baby.” her fingers tease along your inner thighs.

“mommy’s going to tell you what we’re gonna do, hmm?” one hand continues to stroke the soft skin of your thigh as the other pushes your shirt further up your stomach, exposing you to the cool air.

her palm lays flat against your sternum as she glides it down to your pubic bone.

it was becoming more difficult to remember what you were stressing about.

“now—“ she reaches somewhere to the side of you, but you’re too busy getting lost in her eyes to follow what she was doing.

you hear the low buzz of the vibrator.

your body shifts in anticipation.

she moves carefully as she places it so gently against your slit, running it up and down the sensitive folds there.

“here’s what’s going to happen.” she presses the vibrating head firmly against your clit. you gasp, your hips bucking into her hand. she slides it back down your slit.

“first, i’m going to fuck you.” your breath hitches. hearing her say it so nonchalantly makes your tummy curl.

“then we’ll clean up.” she slides the head back up to your clit, lingering there for a couple seconds before sliding back down.

“then we’re going to do your homework—together. you know mommy always wants to help her little girl.” she coos, the vibrator now building a soft rhythm as she glides it up and down your slit. her eyes are still intent on yours.

“after your homework, you can start the laundry and i’ll help you clean the bathroom. it is half mine anyways.” her gaze flicks down to your exposed pussy. she presses the head against your clit again. this time when your hips buck into her, she lets you grind yourself against it.

she pulls it away right when you start to sink into the sensation. you whine softly in protest. your hand slides along your thigh to reach for her free hand.

she grabs it, interlacing your fingers together.

the vibe finds your slit again, resuming its previous pattern.

“when we’re done with that, we can go online and make that appointment for the emissions test…”

she glides the head of the vibrator over your clit again, this time swirling it in small circles.

you moan, feeling yourself become lost in sensation versus coherent thought.

“and once all of that is taken care of, we’ll make a nice, yummy dinner. how’s that sound?” she presses the vibe firmly against your clit again. your hand squeezes hers, your brows knitting together in pleasure. you were surprised at how close you already were.

“um—“ you try to respond—try to think clearly.

fuck, it feels so good.

what did she ask you again?

“…yeah. okay.” you manage to breath out, your hips grinding against the toy.

“okay…what? what’s the plan, baby? i want to hear you say it.” she encourages. it wasn’t to be cruel as much as she wants you to repeat it to yourself so the plan feels more solidified in your mind.

“um… doing h-homework. starting laundry…mm..” she lets go of your hand, her fingers finding your now wet hole. she teases your opening with gentle pressure.

“fuck—um. cleaning the bathroom… booking the appointment.” you gasp as she slides two fingers inside you. paired with the vibrator you could feel you were getting so close.

“making dinner!” you manage to get out, your hands fisting the comforter beneath you.

her fingers are barely moving, just slowly sliding in and out. you can hear how wet you’ve become.

“did you purposely leave out the first part when i said i would fuck you?” she sounds more teasing this time, her fingers curling against your g spot.

“no!” you gasp, your hips rolling into her hand.

“say it.” she commands, her fingers pulling out and then sliding back into your warmth.

“fuck—mmf. fuck me—please, mommy, fuck me!” you beg, now feeling desperate for more.

“good girl.” she purrs.

you didn’t see her grab it, but suddenly when she enters you again, it’s the dildo instead of her fingers. you whine at the stretch.

it feels so good—

she’s not slow or gentle now as she fucks the dildo in and out of your wet cunt.

you squirm on her cock, your eyes watering at the overwhelming pleasure blooming in your body.

all your worries were long forgotten by now. they would be taken care of later. wanda would always take care of you.

“still worried about getting everything done?” she asks, already knowing the answer.

“no mommy!” tears rolls down your cheeks now, your head thrown against the pillows in ecstasy.

“no. that’s right. mommy’s got you, baby. mommy will always take care of her little girl.” she praises you, the brutal pace and rhythm of the faux cock moving in and out of you along with the vibrator on your clit was almost too much.

you sob for her, fucked out in utter bliss.

she encourages you to cum for her, maintaining the perfect pace through your orgasm. she doesn’t stop until you’re whining and pawing at her to stop.

only then does she give you a little break. she turns off the vibe and sets it aside, but she doesn’t take the dildo out of you. she continues pushing it in and out of your pussy—so slowly and so gently now.

she fucks you until she can tell there are no more coherent thoughts running through your mind.

it’s just you and her and this moment.

[megapope-deactivated20220531]

but it only works if 4 people are having sex lol

[koobaxion-deactivated20220403]

how many hands you got

[megapope-deactivated20220531]

two? don’t see how that’s relevant

[koobaxion-deactivated20220403]

allow me illustrate you

[megapope-deactivated20220531]

that’s still four people

[koobaxion-deactivated20220403]

i truly can’t make this any clearer

[megapope-deactivated20220531]

will smith isn’t gay. he has a wife and three beautiful, talented children

[koobaxion-deactivated20220403]

don’t know what you’re on about. will smith and slightly wider blue will smith have been married for years. they’re a hollywood love story

[naomster]

I can’t believe this post predicted the live action Aladdin genie

[nodaybuttodaytodefygravity]

If we lose tumblr how will we ever replace these posts in which every reply feels like a punch in the face

[lailah-tov]

@hellsite-hall-of-fame

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

[maso-risa]

Say it Properly (18+)

Mean! Dom Wanda Maximoff x Fem Reader

The past few weeks had been… different.

It started one night when Wanda had you pinned beneath her, her fingers moving slow and deliberate, drawing out every gasp and shudder until you were trembling on the edge. You hadn’t planned it. The word had just slipped out, soft and breathless, right as you came undone.

“Mama.”

She hadn’t reacted. Not really. No pause, no widened eyes, no smirk or question. She’d just kept going, kissing your neck, murmuring “good girl” like always, and held you through the aftershocks. You’d been too blissed-out to think much of it then.

But the next time it happened, it felt even more natural.

She’d had you on your knees in the bedroom, her hand tangled in your hair as you took her strap, eyes locked on hers in the mirror. When she’d pulled you off just to tease you, you’d whined without thinking: “Please, Mama, let me—”

Again, nothing. No acknowledgment. She’d simply guided you back down, voice low and steady, telling you how pretty you looked stuffed with her. No praise for the word, no correction. Just… acceptance.

And so it kept slipping out.

In the shower one morning, when she pressed you against the tile and slid two fingers inside you from behind: “F-Fuck, Mama—”

She’d hummed, curled her fingers exactly where you needed, and made you come without a single comment on the name.

On the couch during a lazy weekend, when she’d pulled you into her lap and let you grind against her thigh until you were soaking through your shorts: “Mama, I’m close—”

She’d gripped your hips tighter, whispered “come for me then, baby,” and kissed you through it. No reaction to the title at all.

It became part of the rhythm. Easy. Natural. Like it had always belonged there.

You’d say it in the heat of the moment, desperate and needy, and she’d respond with touches, kisses, commands—everything you craved—without ever drawing attention to the word itself. No “I like when you call me that.” No “Don’t stop.” No sign it bothered her. Just quiet, steady acceptance, like she’d been waiting for you to find it on your own.

And because she never flinched, never questioned, never made it a thing, you stopped overthinking it. It just felt right.

So it kept happening.

A murmured “Thank you, Mama” when she handed you coffee in bed.

A sleepy “Mama, hold me” when you crawled under the covers after a long day.

A soft, automatic “Good night, Mama” pressed into her shoulder as you drifted off in her arms.

And every time, she simply pulled you closer, kissed your forehead, or ran her fingers through your hair. No reaction. No indication it meant anything more—or less—than everything else you gave her.

It was yours now. Hers now. Just another way you belonged to each other.

But last night, something had shifted in you.

She’d been soft—gentle in a way that still made your chest ache. Slow kisses, tender touches, holding you like you were something precious. No roughness, no commands. Just care. And in the quiet aftermath, curled against her chest, doubt had crept in.

Did she actually like it? Or was she just letting it slide because it was you?

You’d lain awake long after her breathing evened out, staring at the ceiling, wondering if you’d overstepped. If “Mama” was too much outside the heat of sex. If you’d been reading everything wrong.

So this morning, when you woke up alone in bed—her side already cool—you decided to test it. Pull back. Just in cas.

You padded downstairs in one of her oversized sweaters, the hem brushing mid-thigh, hair a sleepy mess, bare feet silent on the hardwood. The smell of fresh coffee and toast filled the air, and there she was—plating eggs at the counter, hair tied back loosely, wearing a simple tank top and lounge shorts.

“Morning, Wanda,” you said lightly, voice still a little husky as you reached for a mug.

She froze.

The knife in her hand stilled mid-motion. Slowly, deliberately, she set it down and turned to face you. Her expression was unreadable at first—just that calm, controlled mask she wore so well—but her eyes were sharper than usual.

“Why Wanda all of a sudden?” she asked, voice low, almost curious. But you knew her well enough to hear the edge beneath it.

You hesitated, fingers tightening around the mug. The playful ease you’d felt a second ago evaporated.

“I… I wasn’t sure if ‘Mama’ made you uncomfortable,” you admitted softly, eyes dropping to the floor. “You never said you liked it. I didn’t want to push or assume or—”

“Y/N.”

Your name cracked through the air like a whip. She didn’t raise her voice, but the tone made your stomach flip.

“Come here.”

It wasn’t a request.

You set the mug down immediately and walked toward her, heart already pounding. When you were close enough, her hand shot out—fast, precise—and gripped your jaw hard, fingers digging in just enough to border on bruising. She yanked your face up so you had no choice but to meet her eyes.

Green. Cold. Unforgiving.

“Did I tell you it made me uncomfortable?” she asked, voice dangerously quiet, each word enunciated like a threat.

“N-no, Mama,” you whispered, the title slipping out instinctively under her grip.

Her eyes flashed at the sound of it—satisfaction, possession, something darker.

“That’s right,” she hissed, tightening her hold for a second before loosening just enough that you could still feel the ache. “I didn’t. Because it doesn’t. It makes me feel exactly what I want to feel when it comes from your mouth—like you know who you belong to. Like you’re finally admitting it out loud.”

She leaned in closer, her breath warm against your lips.

“So don’t you dare take it back just because you got scared or unsure. That word is mine now. You gave it to me.

You say ‘Wanda’ again like I’m some casual fucking acquaintance, and I swear to god I will drag you over this counter right now, bare your ass, and beat the lesson into you until you’re sobbing ‘Mama’ with every breath. Then I’ll edge you for hours—until you’re dripping, desperate, broken—and I still won’t let you come until I hear it exactly the way I want it. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, Mama.” You choked out. Your knees went weak. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes—from the pain and the overwhelming intensity of her.

“I’m sorry, Mama,” you breathed, voice trembling. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know what you meant,” she cut in, softer now, but no less commanding. Her thumb brushed roughly over your bottom lip, smearing the pressure of her grip. “But you don’t get to decide what I want, baby. You ask. You wait. You trust me to tell you if something’s too much.”

She released your jaw slowly, letting her hand slide down to collar your throat—possessive and bruising.

“Now say it properly.”

You swallowed hard, voice small and reverent.

“Good morning, Mama.”

A slow, approving smile curved her lips.

“Good girl,” she murmured, pulling you into her arms and pressing a kiss to your forehead—like the storm had never happened.

But you could still feel the faint throb in your jaw.

A perfect reminder.

Never again would you doubt what she wanted to be called.

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐿𝑖𝑓𝑒

pairing: wanda maximoff x fem!reader

summary: Wanda kidnaps you and makes her hers, breaking your resolve and turning you into her perfect, mindless toy. All with the help of a simple fucking machine.

content warnings: kidnapping, mentions of drugging, non-consent, restraints mindbreaking, dildo penetration, light slapping, collar

word count: 3k+

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comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

"Wake up, sleepyhead."

A soft voice rouses you, the sound of soft rain pattering on the roof. You could smell fresh, wet dirt, and the air felt heavier, somehow. It never rained in Arizona, even in the spring.

Your eyes spring open, your mind rushing to catch up. You feel groggy, and your mouth is dry.

"Where am I?" You croak, trying to move your arms.

A soft chuckle sounds out from behind you, and you freeze, the fog in your mind starting to dissipate as you become more alert.

"You don't remember?" A woman steps in front of you, her hair dark red and curled beautifully. You would think she was rather stunning, but something in the back of your mind screams in distrust. "You were so sleepy on the drive up, darling. I'm surprised you didn't wake up once we got here. It did make positioning you much easier, though."

The woman smiles at that, her green eyes crinkling up. She is quite pretty. You think, in different circumstances, you might have worked up the courage to ask her out. Her hands reach your yours, grabbing them softly, and you finally look down.

"What the fu-"

"Ah ah," The woman reprimands, a sharp pain hitting your cheek. It takes you a moment to realize that she's slapped you. "We don't use that kind of language here."

Your hands are strapped down with thick leather bands to the arms of a chair. There's a puffy sort of leather on the arms, so your skin isn't digging into the wood. A small mercy, really. You assume your legs are in the same situation, since they don't move when you command them to.

"I- but," you give up on pulling against the restraints. It's obvious this woman knows what she's doing. "Did you… Do this?"

The woman fully smiles now, her teeth bright white and perfect. It's unnerving, just how perfect she is. A beautiful woman in front of you, speaking to you with that soft voice of hers, her thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. You could almost forget that she had just slapped you, or that all signs were pointing to her being a kidnapper.

"Of course I did, sweetheart," she murmurs, tilting her head. "You're mine, aren't you? But you don't fully know that, not yet, at least. But don't worry, soon you'll be mine completely, mind, body, and soul."

She speaks so poetically, it's hard for you to focus on the words that she's saying. There's a certain lilt to her words, like she grew up speaking another language, but you can't quite pinpoint what that language is.

"I'm, uh, yours?" You ask, brows furrowing as you start to remember more. You were walking, no, hiking on one of your favorite trails. You went there often… Ah, you suppose you are quite predictable. That's probably how this woman managed to kidnap you. The only thing you can remember is a sharp prick on your backside, and then waking up here.

"Wait," you shake your head. "Did you inject me with drugs in the ass? And where am I?"

It's so incredible to even say it out loud. But now that you're remembering more, you can still feel a slight soreness in your backside.

Wanda chuckles, standing from where she'd been kneeling in front of you. She begins speaking, even as she moves to the other side of the room with her back turned toward you. It looks like a normal room, with a small window on the wall to the right of you. There's a large table, and a chest of drawers underneath it. You can see some objects on the table, but get distracted by the woman's words.

"I did, darling. It is the easiest part of the body to aim for. Besides, I didn't want to risk hurting you by going for your arm."

She peeks over her shoulder at that, and you feel an urge to say something.

"Um, that's nice of you."

The woman smiles again, and you blink. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be trying to escape?

"Thank you, sweetheart. I put a lot of thought into this, you know. I wanted everything to be perfect for you. After all, I take care of what's mine."

"You never answered my other question."

The woman raises a single eyebrow at your tone, and you flush.

"We're somewhere in the Pacific Northwest, but I'm not going to tell you exactly where. Not yet, at least. I have a cabin out in the forest. It's very isolated here, but once we learn to trust each other, I can take you back to my main residence."

"So are you rich or something?" You blurt out, wishing you could just bite your tongue for once.

"Yes," the woman simply says, finally turning around. "You'll never want for anything ever again, dear. I'll take very good care of you."

You blanch as she turns, staring at the object in her hands, her words not registering fully.

The woman holds a dildo in her hands. It's dark red and moderately sized, with ribbed edges and a weird attachment at the base. It looks kind of like a screw.

"Um," you try, hoping to distract the woman as she begins to screw the dildo onto a small machine near your feet. "What's your name? I should probably know that, you know, if I'm gonna be yours and stuff."

"It's cute how much you ramble when you get nervous, darling," the woman murmurs, smiling up at you, one hand patting your bare knee reassuringly. "This won't hurt; in fact, it will be quite the opposite. I just want you to get all comfortable for me before I start the process. How does that sound?"

"The… process?"

"Of breaking your mind until you're mine." The woman smiles again, moving the machine under your chair. She fidgets with something, positioning the dildo, you suppose. Wait, how was she planning on… oh, fuck.

The tip of the dildo prods at you, resting right near your entrance.

"How, what?" You hadn't noticed your pants missing, but you do now. Luckily, the woman had let you keep your shirt on, but you doubted it would stay that way.

"Well, I designed this chair with a hole in the bottom," the woman says, her soft voice growing excited as she shows you a remote. "The machine can go forever, unless the generator stops, but it never has. This remote controls it, see?"

She flicks a switch, the ON button, you think. You tense, your eyes wide.

"Oh, sweetheart, don't be afraid," the woman drops to her knees in front of you, her eyes wide and imploring. "Look, I'll even lube it up for you. It's not even my biggest dildo, darling. Isn't that kind? I just want you to feel good, that's all I want. Eventually, you'll be able to take anything I give you, but I'm being gentle right now. For you, darling."

Her hand grabs a bottle of lube. You can hear soft squelching sounds, and you assume she's lubing the dildo up, but you flinch every time her fingers graze you.

"What's your name?" You whisper, a pleading sort of tone in your voice. You would be embarrassed, but you're too fucking scared to care.

"Wanda."

You take a shaky breath. "You don't have to do this, Wanda. You could let me go, I won't tell anyone, I promise, just please-"

"I love it when you beg, dear," Wanda interrupts, her voice still soft, but there's a hard edge to it. "But don't ever ask to leave again. I didn't put in all this work just for you to be ungrateful. Is that really how you say thank you to me?" Her green eyes glint up at you, her eyebrows raised and smile gone.

That expression scares you more than the dildo. You shake your head.

"I'm sorry, Wanda."

You don't know what else to say, but that seems to work for her, because that dazzling smile returns to her face. She stands, one hand holding the remote, her other gently touching your face. You're surprised at how warm her fingers are, and you resist the urge to lean into her touch. It's the only comforting thing about this whole situation. Honestly, why does she have to be so fucking nice?"

You see her fingers turn a dial on the remote, and you hear a quiet motor start.

It doesn't hurt. It doesn't even feel bad. In fact, it doesn't feel like much. The motor whirs softly, the tip of the dildo slowly pressing into you. It slides in easily, and you wait for it to fill you. It retreats, and you look up at Wanda in confusion.

The dildo returns, slowly sliding in again, the tip just barely sliding inside you before it retreats again. It's moving maddeningly slow; the thrusts are constant, but shallow. The lube makes it so you can barely feel the dildo; the girth of it just barely presses into you before it retreats again.

"See?" Wanda murmurs. "I told you it would feel good. I'll be back."

She doesn't offer any other explanation, whirling around and leaving the room. You swore her pupils were larger than before. There was something about the way she had looked at you that sent shivers down your spine. There was this possessive look in her eye, and it said that she would never let you go.

You don't really get much opportunity to reflect, though, your attention constantly being pulled back to the dildo thrusting shallowly up into you. It's driving you insane. The sun has shifted slightly, you can tell from the window, and the shadows are growing longer on the walls. You wish you knew how to tell time from the sun, but it had never seemed like an important skill before now.

There is lube smearing around your entrance. You're sure it's dripping onto the floor. But you're not sure if your arousal has also mixed in with it. You wouldn't be surprised, honestly. Your clit is throbbing. It's peeking out from under its hood, protruding slightly. You can feel the slightly cool air from the room hitting it, and you let out a soft whimper.

You want more, you realize. The thought should horrify you. It should disgust you. But it doesn't, in fact, you can't quite bring yourself to care. Not when this dildo is teasing you, stimulating you, and making you ache from need, but not giving you any satisfaction.

The door opens, and Wanda steps through, shutting it gently behind her. She's changed out of the dark clothing she was wearing before. Her pants are casual, and a tight shirt shows off her form.

"It's been a few hours. How are you feeling, darling?"

You wait for the fear to return. You wait for the revulsion, the innate urge to escape from your captor. But you feel none of that. All you feel is the burning need in your gut, and you feel something break away from your resolve.

"Please," you whisper. It comes out breathy, almost a whine, really. Wanda's eyes light up, her smile gentle as she moves to kneel in front of you again.

You meet her eyes fully, no hesitation left in you. God, she's gorgeous. You already knew this, but now you can fully appreciate it. You think you could learn to love her, maybe even be as obsessed with her as she is with you. But for right now, she's the only person who can satiate the need growing inside you.

"What do you need, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, her eyes searching yours, her hands stroking up your thighs slowly. She grabs your hips for a moment, biting her lip as she glances down to watch the dildo as it moves slowly in and out of you.

"Please turn it up, Wanda."

"Perfect," she whispers, and the approval warms something inside you. She turns the dial, and the dildo slides deeper. It still goes at the same slow, torturous pace, but now more than half the dildo slips inside you with each thrust.

You groan, feeling it stretch you in a deliciously wonderful way. You can't cum just from penetration, but goddamn it feels so good.

"Oh, thank you, Wanda," you breathe out, relaxing into the chair. Her hands run over your thighs once more, and you find yourself enjoying the sensation. You want her to touch you more. You want her hands all over, stimulating every part of you. You'd do anything to cum. Her fingers dig into your hips, and you let out a soft moan.

Then, Wanda pulls away, standing.

You look up at her in confusion.

"I have a special gift for you, would you like that?" Wanda asks.

You can't think straight, your brain dripping out between your legs. All you can manage is a weak nod, your body melting into the chair as pleasure warms your gut.

"When I ask you a question, you will respond verbally, do you understand?" Wanda's voice is velvety smooth and melodic, her words slipping between your ears and wrapping around your brain like a firm hand.

"Yes, Wanda," you murmur, looking up at her. You even manage a smile.

"Good," Wanda whispers, "Very good, so perfect for me."

Her hand strokes your face for a moment before she turns and walks to the table on the opposite side of you. You would be curious about what she's doing, but you're more focused on the dildo pumping into you. There is no friction, no resistance as it fucks you relentlessly. You can smell your own arousal, your own neediness permeating the air, but you can't bring yourself to care.

Wanda returns, a dark red piece of leather in her hands. She holds it reverently, the gold metal buckles clinking gently as she holds it up, and you realize it's a collar.

"See?" Wanda grins, showing you the tag. "It says Wanda's Good Toy on it, isn't it perfect?"

You nod. It is perfect. It's what you are, after all, isn't it? Allowing yourself to be fucked by her, to let your arousal cloud your judgement, all because of a simple dildo. You'd let her play with your body anytime she wants, as long as it always feels this fucking good.

Wanda smiles wider, kissing the top of your head as she steps closer, fastening the collar around your neck. You can smell her perfume now; she's never gotten this close to you before. You feel intensely grateful as she leans in, her vanilla scent only increasing the arousal thrumming through your veins.

"Doesn't it feel so good?" Wanda asks, the collar buckled into place. It fits snugly, not too tight, but not too loose. You can feel your brain going slightly fuzzy. It feels like a comfortable sort of weight has been placed on you, and you're not sure you want to escape.

"Yes, Wanda," you murmur, squirming in your restraints as Wanda turns the dial again. The dildo thrusts fully into you, the base of it pressing against you as you gasp. "It feels so good… I- thank you, thank you so much."

"Good," Wanda strokes your hair. "So good for me. Do you see how good I can make you feel? Don't you want this?"

You nod, your eyes unfocused as she turns the dial again, the thrusts increasing in speed. A louder whine slips past your lips as your words become frenzied and desperate. "Yes, I love it. Please… oh, fuck, I love it so much."

Wanda's hand connects with your cheek again, and you moan.

She freezes, and you look up. Her pupils are blown wide, a smile slowly spreading across her lips. It's not like the gentle smile she's been wearing. No, it's a smile of satisfaction, of pride, of love.

"Language," she whispers, before her lips crash into yours.

You moan into the kiss, letting her have her way with your mouth. Her tongue snakes into yours, firmly pressing against yours before she pulls away, her teeth biting into your lip and sucking. She thoroughly claims your mouth, the dildo working you up as she straddles your lap.

"You're perfect," she moans, her fingers digging into your hips as she grinds down on your thighs.

You can't respond in much more than moans. It's all so much. The dildo pumping into you, her fingers bruising your hips, trailing up your body, tugging at your collar. Her arousal smears on your thighs, her breathy gasps in your ear as she sucks hickeys into your neck. It's overwhelming, and all you can feel is Wanda.

"Cum," she commands, and your mind goes blank as white-hot pleasure consumes you. Your hands grip the ends of the chair arms, your fingernails digging into the wood as you convulse. Your clit is throbbing, pleasure shooting through you as the dildo continues to hit the deepest parts of you, not slowing even as you cum again.

Wanda is shaking on top of you, her breath warm on your cheek as she presses her forehead against yours. You think she's also had an orgasm, her moans echoing through your brain. One of her hands is shoved down her pants, and you can see the outline of her fingers rubbing furiously at her clit.

Your orgasm lasts for what seems like forever, the dildo unrelenting as it fucks into you. It fucks you through the aftershocks, sending you headfirst into yet another orgasm.

"Too much-"

"No," Wanda interrupts, her voice raspy. She turns the dial up, moaning at your responding whimpers as the dildo increases its pace yet again. "It's never too much. You'll take what I give you."

You nod, letting your pleasure overwhelm you again.

"Isn't this so nice?" Wanda asks, the words whispered against your chest as she sucks more bruises into your skin. "Being so brainless for me, letting me control your pleasure however I want? Isn't it so nice to not be in control, to let me make all the decisions for you, darling?"

"Yes, Wanda."

And you mean it. You're hers. Forever.

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[kytsos]

baking a lil treat afterwards

[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

[pterribledinosaurdrawings]

This is getting a lot of notes again and is reminding me that I should try to get out for more walks in the nice autumn weather

[gayvampyr]

shoutout to boring queer people who don’t do shit. just go to work or school and then come home to watch shows. while gay

[kookiedeadbutterflies]

I think it’s poetic that Agatha finally understood Rio’s entire part in her and Nicky’s life through her morgue trial. There’s so many parallels to her life with Nicky in there, even the unexpected ones.

Agatha trying to help Billy find Tommy and find another vessel for his soul symbolizes her strong need for control over the uncontrollable. That includes life and death and the narrative that comes with it. She attempts to guide Billy through the process as he grapples with his morality. Is he taking another boy’s life just to save Tommy’s…?

And with that, she lets go.

She moves one step forwards towards the truth she finds so awful by acknowledging that sometimes, boys die. That’s just it. They die and there is nothing that can be done about it. And there is no one to blame, not even Death herself. Everyone dies eventually.

As she remembers her long gone son, she finds a dandelion seed beneath his lock of hair and comes to an epiphany. The Green Magic is defined by the cycle of all living things where growth and decay are in constant flow. Therefore out of Death, comes Life.

Just as Nicky had been taken by Death, she also gave him life. And even a little bit more than that.

She attempts to pass the trial by giving life to the dandelion seed, but becomes frantic when the lights start to go out. She claims “I need more time!” which portrays the irony of her relationship between her and Death and Nicky. Death always gave her more time. Until she couldn’t any longer. Agatha always wanted more time than what was afforded to her and grew to hate Rio when she couldn’t. Another symbolism of how even in her epiphany, she has a need to stay in control.

[ginnsbaker]

All Of Your Pieces Masterlist

Status: Completed

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Tags: Angst, Character Study, Humor, Action/Adventure, Canon Divergent, Avenger!Reader, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, WandaVision!Wanda, AOU!Wanda, Post-WandaVision, Manipulation, Smut, Dubious Consent, (...)

Word count: ---

Also published on: Wattpad, AO3 (soon)

Author's notes

ChaPart 1 : The Missing Town Chapter 1 - Honey! I shrunk the kids! Chapter 2 - Liar, Liar Chapter 3 - The Neighbor Chapter 4 - The Assistant Chapter 5 - The Truth Chapter 6 - Dearly Lost Chapter 7 - Fix the Dead Chapter 8 - The Other Side Chapter 9 - The Sokovian Witch Chapter 10 - Welcome Home Part 2 : To Build A Home Chapter 11 - Nightmares Chapter 12 - Red Chapter 13 - Mind if I....? Chapter 14 - The Twins Chapter 15 - Vis Chapter 16 - A Heart to Break Chapter 17 - Idiot Hope Chapter 18 - The Civil War Chapter 19 - Exile Chapter 20 - You Love Me Chapter 21 - The Autumn Singes Chapter 22 - The Warmest Winter Chapter 23 - The First Days of Spring Chapter 24 - The Last Day Chapter 25 - Anger and Bargaining Chapter 26 - Death and His friends Chapter 27 - Anywhere But Home Chapter 28 - Coming Home Part 3: Chapter 29 - The One She Chose Chapter 30 - All Of Your Pieces Chapter 31 - Paradise Calling Chapter 32 - Wanda's Offer Chapter 33 - The Darkhold Chapter 34 - The Prisoner Chapter 35 - In Every Universe Chapter 36 -Her Gift Chapter 37 -Where the Pieces Fall Chapter 38 -The Last Goodbye

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[ichala]

Wow 👌 10/10 tantrums

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collars

[diaryofahornyfreak]

Poor, Baby

TW: overstim, mommy kink, sub!reader dom!agatha, strap on (r!receiving) maybe some spelling mistakes (i’ll be super mad i read this like 5 times)

It’s been hours. Hours of begging. And hours of her showing no signs of stopping—

“A-aggie—please! fuck!”

“Poor baby”, she coos in the most condescending way imaginable. You’re faced in the pillows but you know she’s smirking down at you. “Mommy’s just giving you too much, isn’t she. My baby just can’t take it”

 

She says it like she’s sorry but her pace never falters. At this point you’re starting to wonder if she put some kind of spell on for extra stamina. Cause this can’t be normal. 

At this point, you were all incoherent babbles and tears, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. She lived for this. To break you down into a thoughtless mess. She let you know that this was exactly how she wanted you. 

“Just look at that. All that crying and just so you can keep sucking me in like a slut, just how I like you.”

Wrong— She loved you like this. She loved the methodical process of breaking you down slowly until you were all screams and whimpers. 

“Aggie plea-se! I-I can’t. S’too much—“ You broke into another scream as she landed a sharp spank on your ass. 

“That’s not my name right now sweet pea you know better. Now, don’t whine and take what Mommy gives you like the good girl I know you are” 

Gods, she knows what she does to you. The effect her words have she revels in the power she gets from you alone. 

You cum again with a muffled cry. Face buried in the pillows. And Agatha still isn’t relenting. 

“There we go”, she coos as you clench around her strap for the umpteenth time that night. “There’s Mommy’s good girl. You love coming for me, don’t you? Cause I’m the only one that gets you like this. So desperate, so needy. Even when you’re getting exactly what you want.” 

You don’t answer. You don’t need to. She knows it's true and you know it’s true. You couldn’t even if you wanted to. You can’t even speak. She notices because why wouldn’t she..? You’re her girl. 

You’re Mommy’s girl. 

“Look at you baby.” She says it like she’s in a trance. Like she’s not actively ruining you—No, she’s already ruined you. This is her version of reconstruction. 

“All dumb on Mommy’s cock. That’s so good. Cause good girls don’t need to think they just need to listen and you listen so good don’t you.”

It’s what she does. She makes you need her. She makes herself all you know. She chips away at you until all that’s left is Mommy’s girl, because what more could you need than to be for her? 

The worst part about it is you let her. Over and over again you let her, you’ll keep letting her. Because you crave it. You crave the control that she not only has but is willing to take if she doesn’t. 

You don’t want to be in control. You want to be good. To be everything Mommy wants. Her perfect girl to break and remold as she sees fit. 

You come again with an even sharper cry. You’ve lost count of how many. You’re not thinking much of anything. 

She’s all you know right now

Agatha. 

Mommy 

“Mo-mommy, please. I can’t. No more please”, You please but it comes out broken. Every thrust of her hips, every time her strap rubs against your overly sensitive walls it elicits another sound—a gasp, a moan, a whimper, a whine even. You’re so spent that you only register your sounds when you try to speak. 

“It’s too much baby? Mommy’s so sorry she just can’t help it.” She’s so condescending with it. She’s not sorry in fact she could go all night, but she knows you can’t. 

“How about this baby girl, you give mommy one more. One last good one and we’ll stop baby, I promise.” She pulls out and flips you on your back. She wants to watch your last one. 

“Can you do that baby one last one, you know what to say if you can’t.” 

You can do it of course you can. Mommy asked so you will. You nod your head. You can do it—

“You gotta say it, baby.” 

“I-I can do one more.” 

“Good girl”, she drawls as she slowly pushes. “You’re good I’m so proud baby. Look at you taking everything so good” 

Her thrusts are still sharp with no less force behind them, but it feels gentler. You can see the look in her eyes, even as she pounded into you she looked utterly spellbound by you. The way your head tilted back, lips parted, back arched, tears flowing. It was everything to her. 

She leaped forward, still thrusting, and captured your lips in a bruising kiss. She swallowed every sound you made. Then she took her hand and rubbed tight circles on your clit. 

“Look at you, baby. You’re almost there aren’t you?” 

You didn’t even try to speak through the moans, you just nodded your head a little too fast but entirely eager. 

“Go ahead, baby. Let go for mommy one more time.” 

As you came for the final time tonight she leaned and kissed you while working you through your orgasm. 

“There you go, baby. You did so good for me I’m so proud.” She reached up and rubbed your face. “How are you doing, honey?” 

“I’m good.” You were still panting trying to catch your breath. 

“Alright that's good, I’m gonna pull out now. Okay?” Gods no matter how rough she is with you once it’s over you get only the best. 

You winced as she pulled out and she apologized and peppered your face with kisses. If you could have it your way you'd fall asleep right there, but Agatha doesn’t hold back on aftercare. She didn’t leave you in the bed you both knew you’d fall asleep. Instead, she picked you up and carried you to the bathroom to run you a bath. You both sat in it together. You between her legs, your back flush against her front. 

“You did so good, I’m so proud of you sweetheart. Nothing was too much right?” 

She’s always like this. Worried you’re hurt. She knows in theory you’d call your word if you needed to stop but it makes her feel better to check after just in case. 

“I’m fine i promise just sore, you know how it is.” You turned your head and placed a soft reassuring kiss to her lips. 

“That’s good. Do you want to eat after or would you rather go straight to bed, love?” You stayed silent for a while considering your options. 

“I think I want to go straight to bed but can we go out to breakfast tomorrow, I think we both deserve a break.” 

“That's fine with me sweetness.” She replied before placing a kiss to your lips. The kiss was soft but no less passionate. 

You two eventually got out of the bath and decided to forgo pajamas for bed. Skin to skin cuddling is better anyways. 

A/N: FIRST COMPLETED WORK WHATTT IM SO PROUD OF MEEEE