keep it confidential, you make me feel special [W.Maximoff + K.Bishop]
pairing: domme!wanda maximoff x sub!reader x kate bishop
summary: wanda's the infamous editor in chief of a prestigious magazine, you're her executive editor and kate's your newest, annoying, assistant. what could possibly happen when she stumbles into wanda's office at the wrong time and finds out you two are more than co-workers? nothing good.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS GO AWAY! -> established dom/sub dynamics; office sex; power play; fingering; grinding; finger sucking because my hand slipped; praise kink go brr; mommy kink go brr; slight voyeurism [kate is a bit of a perv and a peeping tom]; technically triple [legal] age gap?; someone needs to notify HR lmao; R goes from not wanting kate around to wanting to top her which is valid, i think; no threesome yet tho
wordcount: 2.6k
a/n: HI! i rewatched the devil wears prada a few months ago and this random idea came to mind and i just could NOT stop myself from writing it. and trust me, i tried 😅 i have no idea if anyone will be into this AU but i wanted to explore R in a different role than usual. but because of who i am as a writer, that will come in part two which i hope will be up sometime next week. wanda x kate HAS to be the rarest rareship but oh well, my hand slipped. anyway, please let me know what you think and if you'd like to be added to the taglist. for now, hope you enjoy <3
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Your steps are hurried as you make your way to Wanda's office, ignoring her assistant and her warning that the older woman is busy. You know damn well she's not busy, considering the not safe for work texts she'd just sent you.
Surprisingly, that's not what has you so hurried, though.
You push open her office door, straightening up as her gaze falls on you. "Do you need something?"
Instead of instantly replying, you shut the door behind you, making sure the windows are fully covered before standing in front of her desk. "Out of all the applicants, you chose the Bishop girl? I said I wanted an assistant, not a pet."
Even though she knows exactly what you're talking about, she still raises her eyebrow just to see you shrink into yourself. "Excuse me?"
You stand your ground as your stubbornness wins out over your fear of disappointing her. "Oh, come on, Wanda, there's no one around."
"That still doesn't mean you can forget your place," she replies, her no-nonsense tone taking a stand.
Instead of asking for forgiveness, you simply roll your eyes and cross the space between you. Wanda's hands land on your waist and she helps you up onto her desk before sliding her chair closer until she's between your spread legs.
"I'm serious, Wands," you try again. "Why her?"
"Because I said so," she responds, clearly teasing you. "And she was the best candidate."
"I seriously doubt that," you scoff. "What were her qualifications? Eating from a silver spoon all her life?"
"Behave. Why are you doubting me so much?"
Even though you're still a little annoyed, you force yourself to swallow said annoyances briefly. The last thing you need is to get into an unnecessary argument and earn yourself the silent treatment until tomorrow.
"It's not about doubting you," you reply with a sigh. "I just don't understand what your plan is."
The smirk on her face should tell you all you need to do, but you're far too distracted by her hands on your thighs to notice. "You don't need to understand, darling. You just need to trust me. I have no doubt the two of you will get along very well."
Her suggestive tone isn't lost on you, and yet you choose to ignore it. Maybe it's because of the trust you implicitly place in her or because her hands begin wandering, and she leans up to kiss you, and every thought in your head disappears.
Your argument is forgotten for the rest of the day (thanks to Wanda's skillful fingers) and you almost forget about Kate's existence.
Except, she shows up at the office, bright-eyed and smiley, two days later.
The mere sight of her makes you want to roll your eyes, but you force yourself to behave for Wanda. As much as you hated the solution, you were in dire need of an assistant and if the Bishop girl was your only option…well, you hated to admit it, but she was better than nothing.
Especially if having her around kept you from getting in trouble with your partner.
Despite your hesitations, the first few days were fine.
Kate was surprisingly good at listening when she wanted to be and her weird charm made her the best candidate for going out to fetch your lunch. Sure, it was a little juvenile to make her your errand girl, but what else was an assistant for? Your duties as editor-in-chief were overwhelming most days, thanks to how much of a perfectionist Wanda is, and an errand girl was exactly what you needed.
You hated it but…it turned out the Bishop girl wasn't the worst person for the job. Even you could admit that.
It certainly helped that she seemed to be quite…enthusiastic around you. You wrote it off as her being excited about finally having a job after being a trust fund baby all her life.
That became harder to do, though, when you saw the way she acted around Wanda.
The blush that stained her cheeks, the constant stammering only to ramble on about something completely unrelated to the topic at hand, the way she fidgeted with her hands when no one was looking. It was far more amusing than it should have been.
You were hardly the right person to judge considering the heart eyes you constantly threw Wanda, even at work. It wasn't like your relationship was forbidden, even if HR probably wouldn't be happy about it, but the two of you still preferred to keep things discreet. Not simply because of the nature of your relationship, even though that was a big part of it.
While your promotion to executive editor had come before getting romantically involved with Wanda, people still talked. She already faced so much adversity, you hardly needed to add fuel to the fire.
Maybe that's what made Kate's reactions so damn endearing. She was you if had allowed your real feelings to slip through the cracks all those months ago.
However, when you brought up your observations to Wanda, her reaction wasn't what you expected.
The two of you were in her office, far past 5 PM, sharing a bottle of wine and pretending like you were actually editing the newest batch of stories sent in by the writers for next month's issue. When the silence started lingering, you brought it up.
"I think Kate's got a crush on you," you say with a grin far too big for the topic at hand.
Wanda meets your eyes over the rim of her glass. "Me? Oh, darling, you're far too intelligent to be so oblivious."
Her words only serve to confuse you and you try to ignore the warmth in your cheeks as your head tilts to the side. "What are you talking about?"
She allows herself a laugh as she sets her glass down and pats her lap in invitation. You waste no time in following her wordless offer, the tension in your shoulders already starting to lessen. Her hands land on your waist and she pulls you in as close as physically possible.
Once you're settled on her lap, she speaks again, her eyes glancing behind you for a second. You assume it's her being overly vigilant as always so you pay no mind to it. "Darling, Kate is embarrassingly head over heels for you."
If her grip on you wasn't so tight, you would have squirmed away out of embarrassment. "What? That can't be true."
All she does is smile, her hands rubbing up and down your sides. You're not sure if she's trying to distract you or not, but your thoughts get scattered all the same. "Trust me, detka, she doesn't care about this place enough to be doing all your biding."
Slowly, the wires in your brain start connecting. The process is slower than normal, though, thanks to the wine in your system and Wanda's hands on your body. "Then why'd you hire her?"
Instead of answering, she simply continues her slow exploration of your body. Even though you know what she's doing, you can't find it in yourself to care. Especially when her hands slip under your shirt. "You keep questioning me and you'll end up over my lap with a sore ass."
It's technically a threat, and yet your hips move against her before you can stop them. Wanda catches you, of course. She's far too attuned to your body and the way it reacts to her words, even when you don't want it to.
Whatever her plan is, it's working perfectly. As usual.
And while you could sit there and take it, you much prefer to be a brat about it. Like always.
"Are you going to actually do something or just keep talking?" You ask, grinding against her firm thigh.
Her eyes shift again, that smug smirk marking her features once more. "But you like it when I talk you through it, don't you?"
Before you can answer, one of her hands moves up and she slides two fingers into your mouth. It's unexpected, but you respond instantly all the same.
Her other hand remains on your waist, guiding you against her thigh. It should be embarrassing you much you want her. How needy you are that even the briefest touch gets you so desperate.
Instead, it feels fucking incredible.
"Don't worry," she murmurs, pushing her fingers in deeper just to take in the face you make. "I've got you."
Her words are meant to be comforting, and in a way they are, but more than anything, they give you the permission you need to let go. To stop thinking so damn much after a day of nonstop work and worrying.
Wanda sees it. She always does. And even though she could tease you about it, a part of her always longs to take care of you. It's hard for her to trust anyone, let alone want them around. It's different with you, though. It's always been different.
She slips her fingers out of your mouth only to slip them down the front of your trousers, a wicked glint in her eye shining as she finds the wetness staining your panties. "Already, darling? Did you miss me that much today?"
"I always do," you reply, walking the line between vulnerability and desire.
"Oh, I know. You just need me that much, huh?"
Despite the question, she gives you no time to actually answer. Instead, she slips her fingers under your panties to tease your clit.
The contact makes you jump, your hips conflicted about whether to move away or closer. Wanda makes the choice for you, though, squeezing your waist while her fingers slip inside your cunt.
You clench around the intrusion, head falling back as the pleasure moves up your spine. The sight of bared skin only makes the older woman move closer, her lips latching onto your neck. She knows better than to actually leave behind any hickies, despite how badly you both want her to.
She doesn't give you any time to think about that, though, because all your focus is given to her fingers pistoning in and out of you. Her pace is just fast enough to keep you gasping for air in between moans yet slow enough to feel her knuckles grazing against your walls.
"Wanda-" You gasp, your hands blindly griping her flexing biceps as she works you up effortlessly. Well, almost effortlessly, if the way her muscles move beneath your hands is anything to go by.
"Nice try, sweetheart," she mutters as she grazes her teeth against your pulse point. "Just because we're still at work doesn't mean you can forget your manners."
You whine despite yourself. "Please, mommy."
"Much better."
Your reward, besides the sweet praise, is her thumb toying with your aching clit. Your hips buck against her hand as you chase after the release slowly building. It's almost unfair how quickly she gets you to this point.
Then again, it's a much better alternative than when she gets into a sadistic mood and edges you over and over again only to ruin your orgasm and leave you spent and shaking on her expensive sheets.
Today, it seems she's in a much nicer mood because she keeps her fingers moving. "Do you want to cum, baby?"
You nod instantly, the condescending tone in her voice making your brain melt. "Yes, mommy! Please."
She trails a few kisses down your throat while her thumb toys mercilessly with your clit. It's almost like she's waiting until your whole body starts trembling to give you the command you crave.
"Alright, sweet girl, let go for me."
That's all your body needed to hear.
Your orgasms crashes into you all at once, pulling you down until all that's left is the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through your core. You can feel Wanda smiling against your skin as she slows down her movements, not stopping until she's sure she's wrung out every drop of your release.
You shift away from her when the feeling of her touch grows to be too much and she relents with a quick kiss to your jaw. "Good girl. You did so well for me, sweetheart."
All you can do is hum, your body already slumping against her. She chuckles at the action as her fingers find their way back into your mouth.
You're halfway to a much needed nap when Wanda shocks you awake with one simple sentence.
"If you're going to keep staring, you might as well come in, Kate."
Her free hand moves to the back of your neck, holding you against her even though all you want to do is run away. You've never let anyone except Wanda see you like this and you're not exactly thrilled about changing that right now. But, her embrace is still warm and if she takes care of the brunette's bad timing on her own, maybe it'll be fine. At least she takes her fingers out of your mouth to save you the embarrasment.
"I'm so sorry, I realized I forgot to drop off some paperwork and I assumed no one was here and then I saw you guys and-"
"And you decided to stop and watch instead of leaving." You don't have to be looking at her to know the smirk the older woman is wearing. "I didn't realize you were such a slut, Kate."
Wanda's voice lacks the harshness you had been expecting, but a brief glance toward the younger woman tells you she doesn't realize that. It's…cute, in a way. She looks like the most flustered deer in headlights you've ever seen and it weirdly works for her.
Kate opens her mouth a few times, trying to form words but failing miserably. The sight makes you giggle which makes Wanda glance down at you.
None of you seem quite sure of where to go, you just know Wanda's not mad and you're coming around to Kate's presence. Especially if being flustered means she's not talking all the time.
"Kate, if all you wanted was to be topped by Wanda, you didn't have to get a job here," you pipe up.
Your words seem to stun the room into silence and you shift enough to be able to watch the brunette's face turn an even deeper shade of pink. "I didn't- that's not-"
"It's not?" Wanda's eyebrow raise is almost inbedded in her tone. "You're not a good enough liar to try right now."
For a second, it looks like Kate is ready to run away from the conversation. But after a beat of silence, she rolls her shoulders back and straightens up, her chin held a little higher. "That's not why I applied to work here…and it's none of your business who I want to be topped by."
"It's both of us, isn't it?"
Wanda's question makes the brunette's confidence fall flat. "I...well, yes."
Despite the blush on her cheeks, her words are loud and clear. And they make you freeze long enough to realize Wanda was right.
Which just complicates things even more.
What the hell are you supposed to do now?
Wanda comes up with the answer for that question before you can even blink. And before you know it, she's inviting the brunette to her place, a seductive promise of "working things out" is the only hint either of you get about what she has up her sleeve.
You ask her about it at least ten times after Kate leaves and the two of you start packing up to go home. She doesn't answer, of course, and you force yourself to behave and be patient even though the mere thought of the brunette being allowed into your private world makes your heart pound in your chest…and your cunt clench around nothing.
intoxicated by the way her mouth moves [W. Maximoff + K.Bishop]
pairing: domme!wanda maximoff x switch!reader x sub!kate bishop
summary: after stumbling in on you and discovering the truth behind your dynamic, kate gets the chance to join in.
warnings: SMUT, MINORS GO AWAY! -> established dom/sub dynamics; power play; threesome; masturbation; hints of voyeurism; grinding; clothed sex go brrrrr; mommy kink; splashes of praise + degradation; pet play if you squint [because kate]; legal age gap all around; worldbuilding thrown in because no one can stop me; discussions of BDSM
wordcount: 3.2k
a/n: PART TWO IS FINALLY HERE! it took me far too long BUT we're not going to dwell on that. i've really fallen in love with this dynamic and will probably end up writing another part at some point because i can't seem to let go of series 😅 anyway, if you missed it, my requests are open again and as always, you're welcome to drop in and chat about my AUs whenever you want. all that being said, hope you enjoy <3
[part one] |
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Sometimes, it seemed like Wanda thrived off of keeping you on your toes. It wasn't the worst thing in the world, all things considered. It usually meant she bought you far too much jewelry, invited you out to the most secluded (and expensive) restaurants she could find, and took you on random vacations whenever she noticed you were far too stressed.
She was sweet, despite how hard everyone tried to convince you that she was a monster. Grumpy as hell when she was busy, maybe, but not at all like the magazines painted her (which made sense considering most of those magazines were run by her competitors).
She was also far more calculating than you wanted to admit. Mostly because, usually, her calculations revolved around you and all the things she could do to drive you crazy.
Now, you understood why exactly she'd planned on hiring Kate Bishop. You'd first assumed she'd done it just to annoy you. At best, she was trying to annoy Eleanor by giving her daughter a job at the one place the business mogul looked down on the most. That was all you thought it was, all you thought it could be.
Until Kate decided to mess up all your plans about staying indifferent by walking in on you and Wanda.
It was at that moment, when Wanda didn't lash out at her and you found yourself not minding the way she looked at you, that you understood what was going on. Although you still didn't understand why Wanda was so set on inviting Kate to join the two of you, you couldn't say you weren't curious.
But of course, it wasn't as easy as it should have been because your lover thrived off of making you nervous whenever she could.
This meant, of course, that instead of inviting Kate over that very same night, she pretended to be unaware of why you were squirming in your seat so much the entire car ride home. When you asked her about the brunette, she simply smiled and told you not to worry your pretty little head about it.
Worried wasn't exactly the word you would use to describe how you were feeling, though.
You didn't have much time to dwell on that, despite how badly you wanted to take the next day off, because Wanda forced you to go back to the office. To face Kate as if she hadn't seen you at your most vulnerable. As if you didn't enjoy it.
To say the brunette was nervous when she came in the next morning would be an understatement. You were sure you'd never seen her eyes shift around the room so much, or her blush look so damn pretty.
Needless to say, you enjoyed keeping her close all morning just to watch her blush and stutter.
When lunchtime came around, though, you decided to give her a break. You'd been swarmed with emails and unnecessary meetings all morning, which meant Kate had to jump in and do the work you couldn't while you sat in meeting rooms.
The second you were back in your office, you practically sank into your chair in exhaustion.
For all her surprising quirks, Kate could be quite sneaky when she wanted to be. You don't hear her come in until the heavy door shuts behind her.
"Hey," she says. "Do you want me to get you something to eat? Wanda's in a business call."
You shake your head as you reach for your phone. "It's fine, I'll just get something delivered. You need a break too."
Despite already starting to scroll on your phone, you still catch the shake of her head and the blush on her cheeks. "Oh, I'm okay. I don't mind."
Your eyebrow raises before you can stop it and you revel in the way it makes Kate pause. "I'm not asking, Kate. Sit down."
The speed with which she obeys your orders is honestly admirable. All you see is a blur before she's sitting down on the small couch set up against the wall. If you weren't so tired, you might have teased her about it.
Instead, you simply place the order before moving to sit next to her, pretending like you don't notice the way her eyes study you. There's a certain power in having someone look at you like that. Somehow, it helps you understand Wanda even more.
"Are we…going to talk about last night?" She finally asks, toying with her fingers while she looks at the ground in front of her.
"We don't have to," you reply. "I'm sure Wanda will have a lot to say about it tonight."
Her eyes widen before they snap back up at you. "She's not mad at me, right?"
"If she was, you would have been fired already."
Your words don't seem to bring the relief you hope for, and before you can think twice about it, you reach out and place your hand on top of her fidgeting ones. Kate stiffens for a few seconds, her brain most likely buffering because of your touch, but then her hand turns over and her fingers interlace with yours.
"I thought she hated me, to be honest." She chuckles, but you can hear the hint of nervousness in her voice.
It's hard to decide if you want to wrap her up in your arms or laugh at her. You settle on being nice (for now).
"She doesn't," you reassure her. "She just acts like she hates everyone, it makes work easier."
The brunette looks up at you then, the corners of her lips quirking up slightly. "That's not how she acts around you, though."
That makes you pause. And it also unfortunately makes your face flush, which only makes Kate's smile bigger. What a jerk.
"That's…I don't know about that."
Your weak protest only makes her laugh. "Oh, come on, you can't tell me you don't see it. You're probably the only person she never even glares at. And Wanda loves to glare, especially at me."
"That's because you keep whispering during meetings," you point out.
"It's not my fault they're so boring." Her smile turns into a pout as she sinks back against the couch, whatever tension had been leftover disappearing in an instant. "And you take notes the entire time anyway, you don't need me."
Her complaints would have been annoying a few weeks ago, but now, they simply make you more endeared to her. You had no idea someone so annoying could end up being so adorable. "It's still your job, Kate! You can't just not do it because you're bored."
"Just watch."
You roll your eyes and the moment is interrupted by the notification that your food has been delivered. That brings your conversation to an end, though your mind plays back her words while you eat your lunch.
It's not like Kate's observations are surprising. Everyone at the office sort of knows that Wanda is soft on you, even if they don't know the incredibly explicit details. Hearing it from the brunette is different somehow, though.
But maybe that's just your leftover arousal talking.
After lunch, you're wrapped up in more meetings and decisions and Kate manages to leave your mind long enough for you to finally concentrate on your work.
It's not until the end of the day that you finally get to breathe again. You send the final edits over to the writers, email Wanda with the final cover design, and fill in your schedule with the remaining meetings for the rest of the week.
Needless to say, you're exhausted.
Wanda walking into your office with a sheepish Kate trailing behind her offers some reprieve. "What a day, huh, sweetheart?"
A sigh is the only response you can offer her while you focus on shutting your computer down for the night. The silence that settles over the room is weirdly soothing, like your brain is finally being given a break.
When you finally stand and grab your bag, Wanda's already reaching out her hand. "Let's go home, hmm?"
You nod, not even fully realizing the weight of Kate being with you. It feels almost…normal.
Wordlessly, the three of you make your way out of the building. It's a routine you're more than used to. Waiting for everyone else to clear out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator, climbing into the sleek black car already waiting for you in the parking garage.
The only difference tonight is the brunette glued to your side like an eager puppy.
If the change weighs on Wanda's mind, she doesn't let it show, acting far too cool and collected for your liking. All she talks about on the ride home is her day, the annoying people in her meetings and their constant fumbling. Even Kate's constant squirming manages to go unnoticed.
Once you finally reach her penthouse, though, it's another story.
The second the front door shuts behind you, the air shifts. It almost crackles with tension as you make your way to the living room, unsure of where exactly things are going.
Your answer comes when Wanda sinks down onto the couch and pats her lap. You hesitate for a second, far too aware of Kate's eyes on you, before sitting on her lap with your back leaning against her chest.
To no one's surprise, Wanda speaks up first. "You don't have to be so nervous, Kate."
Despite her attempt at helping the younger woman calm down, it seems to backfire completely. She fidgets with her rings as her eyes flick back and forth between you and your lover. "I just…I still don't understand what I'm doing here."
"Sit. Then we can talk."
Kate obeys and even though you can't see her, you know Wanda's smirking. There aren't many things she loves more than being obeyed without resistance. Surprisingly, the brunette seems to be even better than you at it.
Your hand reaches out for Kate's once she's close enough, and the touch seems to help her relax. Despite her obvious nervousness, there's a certain sparkle in her eye that seems to match the energy in the room. Like she knows exactly how tonight will end.
And maybe you know it too.
But first, Wanda makes sure to explain everything to her. It's a little silly, sitting there just nodding along, but you know it's not your place to interrupt. Not while the older woman goes through the intricacies of your relationship, giving Kate far too many details and watching the subtle changes in her face. She's always been good at reading people like that.
Having so many intimate details talked about in the open should have embarrassed you, and maybe it did in a way, and yet there was something exciting about it that you couldn't deny. Something about bringing Kate into your private little world that made your pulse race. Maybe it was wrong, she was far too young to be getting caught up in something so complicated. But you could tell she wanted it. She wanted it just as much as you had wanted Wanda.
How could you deny her that bliss?
Wanda's lips against your shoulder bring you back to the task at hand. "Do you want to tell Kate about the contract, sweetheart?"
"There's a contract?" Kate asks, eyes widening in the usual way that makes her look far too cute.
"It's more like a safety net," you clarify. "It's a written set of rules. Hard limits, things we're interested in trying, a long list of approved kinks. Wanda's very meticulous about that stuff."
You feel the older woman shrug behind you. "Consent's important."
"Hot," you whisper to Kate who simply giggles and nods in agreement.
Wanda pinches your side and you squirm against her, not so accidentally grinding down against her lap. Her grip on your waist tightens which only makes you move against her again. Kate's eyes drift down to watch the exchange and you can barely hold in a laugh at the way she squeezes her thighs together.
"Don't get ahead of yourself," you tease her. "We still need to set some ground rules."
She nods even though her focus is clearly elsewhere. Thankfully, she manages to concentrate long enough for you to get some rules going. It's not a detailed list, but it's a good start. And seeing her stutter through describing her kinks is more than enough for you.
Once Wanda feels like she has enough information, and a pretty long list of things to use to make the younger woman nervous, she allows the seriousness to dissoslve. Well, she tries, but she takes her role as dominant too serious to ever fully relax (something you love about her, despite how much you tease her about it).
"Well, I think that's enough business for one night," Wanda says, her hands slipping under your shirt. "Why don't you play with our new pet, darling?"
You're not sure who gasps louder, or just how wide Wanda's grin is, but when you tug on the brunette's hand, she moves with you. In the blink of an eye, she ends up kneeling on the floor in front of you, her face flushed the prettiest shade of pink you've ever seen.
The slight hesitation in your movements doesn't seem to register in Kate's mind, considering how blown her pupils are. As endearing as it is, you're not sure what to do now that you have her submitting so beautifully.
Wanda comes to your rescue before you can start second-guessing what you're doing. Her hands move you forward until you're leaning over the brunette. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
Somehow, having that reassurance, that slow guidance, gives you the confidence you need to take control. Even though you already knew that was what Kate wanted, you weren't sure you could deliver. Until right now.
You lean down and bring one of your hands up to tangle in her hair, relishing the little whimper she lets out. That gives you far too much power and you pull her closer just to watch her shiver.
A second goes by before you move in, your lips finding hers for the first time. You're not sure who melts into who, just that your hand slides down to grip the back of her neck, holding her steady as you lose yourself in the sensation. She feels so different from Wanda and yet she tastes like safety too (and like her chapstick is much less expensive than your own).
You don't get even a second to start thinking about what you're doing because the hands on your waist push you forward. The movement catches you off-guard and before you know it, you're falling on top of Kate in a mess of limbs and lips chasing your skin. You can't say you're mad about it, though, since the brunette looks so much better under you.
Despite the clear desire in her eyes, you can see the specks of nervousness. The unspoken need for guidance, for reassurance. You aren't used to being the one to give it, always so much more content to receive it, and call it a day. She makes you want to to do it, though. She makes it far too easy, actually.
"You look good like this," you mutter, leaning down to mouth at her jaw.
She practically mewls, head tilting back in a total show of submission. "y/n…"
All you do is hum as you adjust yourself, hovering above her and slotting one thigh between her own. Instantly, she starts grinding against you, her breath coming out in soft pants.
"Slow," Wanda instructs, voice low and raspy in that way that makes your heart pound. "I don't want either of you to rush."
"Yes, mommy," you reply, smirking against Kate's skin.
The brunette doesn't respond, but she doesn't really need to, since her slowed movements talk for her. It's a little impressive how quickly she obeys, considering how stubborn she is most days, and you reward her by pushing your knee further against her.
"Fuck," she groans, trembling so sweetly beneath you. "That feels good."
It takes a lot of self-control to stop yourself from laughing. The last thing you want to do is accidentally make her self-concious so you simply continue kissing up and down her jaw. Her hips roll against your leg, her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she tries to keep her pace slow. And here you were, thinking Kate Bishop could never be patient.
"Keep going," you encourage her, one hand straying down to grip her hip. "Show us how good you can be."
Your words earn you two responses, a thoughtful hum from the woman behind you and a frantic nod from the one under you. Even though you try to hold it together, the rush it gives you absolutely goes to your head.
And your cunt since you subconciously find a way to grind down against Kate's leg.
"You two are so needy," Wanda says, the hitch in her voice giving her own lust away. "I can't tell if it's adorable or pathetic."
"Both," you reply before grazing your teeth against Kate's jaw. "You like it, though."
"Clearly not as much as you, but you're not allowed to rush either."
You ignore the urge to complain and instead do as you're told. In a few seconds, your calm and collected facade fades and you're left panting against Kate's neck as the two of you grind against each other as slow as you can handle.
"y/n." Kate moans, her hands scrambling to hold onto something. "Wait, I can't- I'm close."
Wanda responds for you. "Already? I guess you really are pathetic."
The degrading words surprise you, they're not something you're used to hearing from the older woman, but Kate seems to love it, considering the way she whines and bucks her hips. "Please, I want to cum."
The sound of her begging only pushes you closer to your own orgasm. You'd love to be mad about it, but the pleasure makes your brain too fuzzy for that.
There's a beat of silence and in it, you hear the telltale slick sounds of Wanda touching herself. The realization is overwhelming in the best way.
You assume the older woman will tell you both to stop before you can actually get off, just to hear Kate whine about it. You can't say you'd be too upset about it.
Instead, though, she actually chooses to be merciful. Probably because it's the brunette's first time in your dynamic.
"You can cum. Both of you. Before I change my mind."
She doesn't have to tell you twice.
The room fills with the sound of you and Kate moaning into each other's necks, your hips stuttering as the pleasure reaches its peak. Maybe Wanda was right about you being pathetic, but you can't seem to find it in yourself to care. Especially when you can hear her heavy breathing.
When the pleasure finally dulls, leaving the edges of your mind fuzzy, you collapse on top of Kate. She doesn't seem to mind it and her arms wrap around your waist, her forehead resting on your shoulder. "Holy shit."
Her reaction makes you giggle. "So, you liked it?"
"Yeah, a lot."
"I don't think you're the only one," Wanda says. "Now, come on, you two need a shower."
Kate starting a position as Wandas personal assistant at M&R security after dropping her gig at Bishop security, Wanda noticing just how incompetent she is at her job (thanks to being absolutely spoiled her whole life), and deciding that she needs some personal help. Which means Wanda overseeing her every move and maybe groping her, and sliding a hand down her pants so she can feel how wet she is (and maybe Nat, her wife is watching through the office security cameras)
hi! i’m new around here so just want to ask what are some of your fav thoughts/headcanons for any of your fav characters/ships?
Oh, I'm just going to go through my top.3 pairings atm, some thoughts, dynamics and headcanons for each so this will be very long 😅
Wandanat
They are my absolute favorite, my first pairing to read and write about so I'm not letting them go for awhile.
Bratty Nat and Daddy Wanda is honestly perfect and daddy Wanda is severely underrated, I also think that daddy wanda is even darker than mommy Wanda. Also every Nat era is some level brat
Wandas punishments are very extreme, they can go from a no touch rule to a spanking to kneeling on rice and bladder control (which is a punishment because Wanda just won't let her go no matter what)
Celebrity aus, every part of them. Rockstar Wanda/Gf Nat, how into exhibitionism they are and how Wandas' concerts are borderline fuck fests. Director Wanda/Actress Nat, Wanda extorting Nat, private meetings meant to intimidate and make all the more obsessed
They are soulmates
2. Maxilova
They are severally underappreciated and need more attention, there's just so much potential.
Ghostface Yelena/Mommy Wanda, Yelena being absolutely obsessed with Wanda and doing everything for her, and killing anyone that comes close to her.
Ghost Wanda/Socialite Yelena, Wanda just being stuck in the house Yelena resides in, Yelena being the only one able to see her which starts a tentative relationship
Milf Wanda/Bf Yelena, Wanda is just so soft and caring, and Yelena is in desperate need of that, they just need someone to take care of them, and bring them back from his constant highs, because he always crashes immediately after
Wanda with her soft tummy that Yelena loves to rest and nom on
3. Wandakate
Mommy Issues/need to be mommy issues
Kate is easily manipulated which is something that Wanda easily takes advantage of, just conditioning Kate to be her perfect pet
Kate being kind of a feral animal, she isn't easily contained and will jump off anything, she's also a biter
