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𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒆: 𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝑵𝒂𝒕 𝑨𝑼

This is an 18+ AU, and while all parts don't contain explicit content, there will always be persistent mature themes. Minors DNI

This series is COMPLETED

summary: Bartending was a job that came to you easily, something you knew you were good at. But when your bosses need your skills for their own events, something entirely new gets added to your job description.

pairing: Mafia AU// Mob Bosses!WandaNat x Bartender!Reader

There's no real stakes to the main parts, they're more a string of connected one-shots leading to what all three of them are dancing around and then various moments after.

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° ≫ --------»» 𝑂𝑟𝑖𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑠; 𝑊𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑁𝑎𝑡

where Wanda and Natasha come to be the mob wives as we know them today ;; listed in chronological order, not posting order

˚ · . the act of loving you ˚ · . press play

° ≫ --------»» 𝑀𝑎𝑖𝑛

˚ · . private hire ˚ · . ever closer ˚ · . stay ˚ · . secret takeaways ˚ · . best laid plans ˚ · . forgive and (don’t) forget ˚ · . making amends ˚ · . playing with ghosts

° ≫ --------»» 𝑆𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑆ℎ𝑜𝑡𝑠

˚ · . nights under blankets ˚ · . saccharine ˚ · . reader has a hard day at work ˚ · . game night ˚ · . if reader got hurt

° ≫ --------»» 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑐𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑛𝑠

˚ · . period care ˚ · . sleeping positions ˚ · . making each other laugh (wandanat) ˚ · . reader gets kidnapped (h/c) ˚ · . NSFW Alphabet ˚ · .

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☀️ - pure fluff

🌧 - pure angst

🌤 - both fluff and angst, but more fluff

🌦 - both fluff and angst, but more angst

⭐️ - humor

✨ - gender neutral

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A dark! Mob leader! Natasha AU

Summary- Reader is a con woman who ended up conning the people of the Capo, Natasha. What happens when Natasha has a change of heart amidst the game of Russian roulette and decides to keep the reader for herself? What if instead of her money she wants you?

Warning - 18+, obsessive Natasha, forced marriage, rough sex, oral, spanking, choking, slapping, dark Natasha etc.

Each chapter has their individual warnings.

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Not a particular order to read. All of them could be find under the hashtag #golden times au.

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Trigger Happy AU

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: I’m not going to lie, I am not the best at writing, and this is the first fanfic series I have ever posted (or written)… however I implore you to give it a try, please. Depending on the feedback, I may have to make this quite the series….. (depends heavily on feedback tho, because I'm lazy)

Summary: Officer Wanda Maximoff has set her eyes on you, and she doesn't like to share.

AU Warnings: Kidnapping, Murder, Mommy kink, smut, degradation, pet play, death (not main characters), framed murder, violence, drugging, angst, obsession, dub-con/rape-con | Minors DNI

Parts:

Part 1: Little Kitten

Part 2: Officer Hot

Part 3: Not A Toy?

Part 4: Plan Set in Motion

Part 5: Obliviously Beautiful

They Were Teammates

Maria Hill x Reader

@flufftober Day 1: "I've got you."

Word Count: 2.7k

You never expected to work for Shield, but then again, it’s not the sort of career that can be predicted. 

It wasn’t a struggle convincing you to take the job. Something about it appealed to you that was hard to explain. You’d just finished the training programme for another government agency when they called. 

They asked for an interview face to face. You agreed, curious more than anything to see what the people there were really like.

One woman arrived. Dark hair tied back in a ponytail, straightforward manner. Her eyes were harder to pin down. Like something fragile in the middle of something strong. You kept your thoughts to yourself, sitting in a small meeting room on your best behaviour.

The Agent gave you a brief outline of the different types of missions, the different career paths, the opportunities to develop. You didn’t speak, or ask a question, waiting patiently for the moment at the end when you could accept. 

The recruiter seemed surprised, her eyebrow lifting at your calm manner. She was right, it hadn’t been a thrilling pitch. But there was something about her approach, the calmness and the heart behind it.  You had a feeling she was smart enough to know the best thing for you. 

You shook hands and exchanged pleased looks. Her handshake was strong and straightforward. 

‘Thank you, Agent.’ You’d said, your heart brimming with the feeling of making a good choice. 

‘Call me Agent Hill.’ She’d said.

Later that night, you wondered if she knew her eyes were so hard to forget. 

You got your answer when you joined the Shield base and were thrown into yet another, more rigorous, training programme. Even back then, Agent Hill was enough of a legend that low whispers entered any room she did. 

Despite her being the first person you met from Shield, as a rookie you rarely saw her. Sometimes, when you had the chance to observe missions, you would hear her sharp instructions on the comms. 

When at last, your class of recruits all became agents in your own right, there was a small party held in one of the break rooms. The six of you had gone through hell together to get to this point. You’d spent the most miserable days of training promising each other that you’d have a wild party at the end.

You were all too exhausted for any kind of wild party.  Instead, you celebrated with relieved smiles and playing combat video games.

Agent Hill was the only agent to visit your group that evening. She knocked the break room door, before coming in with a six pack of beer, her finger hooked in the white plastic. 

Her smile was small but it lit up the room. The others gave a grateful cheer as she placed the beers on the table for you all to enjoy. 

‘Well done agents.’ She said, emphasizing the title that you had finally earned. The others cheered again, but you stayed quiet and at last let the feeling of pride settle inside you. Agent Hill’s gaze caught on your half hidden smile. Her eyes softened and you felt the directness of her approval for the first time. When she’d left the room again, another agent - your best friend on the programme - gave you a knowing look. 

Your first real mission was the scariest and most exciting day of your life. The effort it had taken to get here felt like a badge of honor. But nerves and adrenaline still pulsed through your veins.

Agent Hill was waiting on the Quinjet when you arrived. Your job was to give her cover as she completed some intel retrieval. You kept your expression calm and pleasant, desperate not to seem unprepared. You were sure Agent Hill could tell nonetheless.

As the Quinjet flew, she took the opportunity to go through the planned mission in detail. You latched onto the information gratefully, eager to take your mind off the way your heart was beating out your chest.

The mission was a success. Your mind calmed itself as you covered Agent Hill through the enemy building, you ran through her detailed instructions over and over in your head.

‘Don’t forget to keep your eyes upward. A warehouse like that will have beams running across the ceiling.’

As you walked through the seemingly empty space, you both heard the quiet click of a weapon. You had time to hear Agent Hill’s breath catch, to watch her eyes dart to the shadowed corners ahead of her. Your gaze glanced upwards and you didn’t hesitate to shoot the man you saw. 

At first, Agent Hill didn’t look at you. You could see the frustration flash across her face. There was a reason this had been given to you as your first mission. You weren't supposed to be needed. 

In less than a heartbeat, her expression was gone. Agent Hill’s gaze found yours and you knew again that she was proud of you. A grin broke out on your face, despite the situation.

On the Quinjet, heading back to base, you approached Agent Hill. You cleared your throat nervously and thanked her for helping your first mission go well.

Agent Hill gave you a look of indulgent patience. You wished you could know what she really thought of you. 

‘When we’re on a team. I’ve got you.’ She told you simply. 

You nodded, swallowing a lump in your throat that you couldn’t explain. You turned to leave, but just as you did Agent Hill spoke again. 

‘And when we’re on a team. You can call me Maria.’

‘Me too.’ You replied, feeling your cheeks heat and wondering if she could tell. Maria’s mouth lifted in amusement and you realized your mistake. ‘Wait. I mean you could call me Y/N too, if you wanted.’

And that was the start of the next three years. Three years of you climbing the ranks at Shield, just nowhere near as fast as Agent Hill did.

In that time, you had a dozen more missions together. Sometimes, you only knew about her involvement when you heard her calling your first name over the comms. It never failed to make you smile. If it was an intel mission, sometimes you’d glance up to the ceiling of the building you were in and relive the moment from your first mission that had become one of your proudest memories. 

Shield was not an easy place to make a home. A lot of broken people walked the hallways, doing their best to stay whole. You were not an exception. 

Maria just made you remember yourself. The person who had joined Shield. The person who was proud to work here. The person who could come back from missions with a smile on their face. 

Maria always made dry comments to you over the comms, sarcastic enough to almost hide the joke behind them. You weren’t as good at multitasking as she was, but when you had enough brainspace free, you tried to make them too.

Sometimes, on the Shield base, you’d spot her in the cafeteria eating alone. You’d slide casually into the seat next to her. You knew she didn’t sit with anyone, unless it was a working lunch. Maria always raised her eyebrow at you, a picture of skepticism, but you could tell she was pleased to see you. In three years, maybe it wasn’t much of anything. But, if you were honest with yourself, it meant a whole lot. 

Almost a month ago, you’d heard the first rumors about the new secret missions that an elite team of agents had been brought in on. You knew just from the word ‘elite’ that Maria was part of it. You couldn’t help paying attention more than usual to the gossip. Shield operated with a high level of secrecy. But, it was also filled with the sort of people who traded information like a hot commodity.

You picked up pieces. Just hearing the murmured rumors, made you feel a cold apprehension. 

You learned that one of the other experienced agents on the elite team had ended up quitting Shield altogether. 

‘Apparently, it’s the things they’re having to see.’ You heard one agent say over lunch in the cafeteria. ‘They’re even making the Black Widow see a therapist.’

When your annual holiday leave was due to begin, you found yourself both grateful and reluctant. The elite team had just been sent on another top secret mission. The rumors already flying around promised it was going to be dangerous.

You didn’t want to be around for the horrible waiting game that would be too easy to play. You couldn’t even ask her about it. You weren’t really close to Maria. At best, she was a work friend that you rarely worked with. You were leagues apart in your ability and rank. 

You didn’t expect to see Maria in the hallway on the morning that you left the base. Something about her presence immediately worried you. She didn’t look well.

Her face was pale and her shoulders were tense. You wanted to speak, but you didn’t know what to say to her. Your stomach gave a cold lurch. You glanced into the room she was waiting outside of. The other elite agents were inside. You recognised some civilians, family members there for visits. You recognised Agents Romanoff and Barton sitting with a woman who was holding a baby. 

Your stomach lurched again. Where the hell were they going on this mission?

You turned back to meet Maria’s gaze. Her stare was more vulnerable than you’d expected. 

She would always be a person who’d supported you in your best moments. You knew it was more a testament to her character than your closeness. 

You reached forward and gave her a careful hug. She felt tense to the bone.

‘Good luck Maria.’

She didn’t speak. Worry descended on you as you walked away.

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You spend the first night away from Shield in your own apartment. You lie in bed, staring at your ceiling and wondering if home will always be so unfamiliar. 

You spend five long days realizing that this place can only be your home if you make it one.

You don’t expect your phone to ring. You never thought it would be her number. Your mind flashes with the mission that you’ve been trying not to think of. 

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You answer the phone and despite the darkness, the world begins to burn in screaming color.

Maria’s voice is cracked. She tells you that she is safe and you wonder if you can believe her. She gives you her location. She pauses, like she doesn’t know how to ask.

You tell her you’re coming. Trap or not, mission protocol to hell, you’re going to be there.

You’re driving in your car not ten minutes later. Nerves and adrenaline are coursing through your veins like old friends. The familiar feeling you wear on missions has sunk in.

You try not to think about what’s waiting for you. What’s happened on the mission. You have another hour to drive.

You let yourself enjoy the reckless feeling of swinging sharply around the tight corners when you reach the dirt tracks. Maria is at one of the more secret safe houses. 

You wonder if that’s why she called you. You are perfectly unattached to whatever has happened. You aren’t involved in the mission she’s come from and anyone watching the Shield base wouldn’t be tracking you. Illogically, embarrassingly, you hope she’s called because of the moment in the hallway.

Your gut starts churning with another feeling. A desperate need to do this right. Whatever this is. To pay back something that can’t be paid back. 

You pull up at a lonely farmhouse, and you notice the tire tracks leading to the closed barn doors. You walk there first. 

She said she was safe

You remind yourself as you force your heart to calm down. You hate the dark, and there is nothing like the darkness of open fields at night. 

In the dim light of the moon, you can see a motorcycle inside the barn, standing against an old discarded workbench.

Cautiously you touch the exhaust pipe and feel the cool metal. Maria likely waited to call you. Your stomach tightens but you aren’t surprised. 

You move around to the back of the farmhouse. There’s a light on inside and your shoulders loosen.

You walk through the kitchen door.

Maria is sitting at the old fashioned kitchen counter. Her head is in her hands. Her arms are bare and you can see the soft bruises littering her skin. She is hunched forward and for the first time you think she looks small. She is not the woman you have known before.

‘Maria.’ You call, barely above a whisper.

She looks up at you with a forced dry smile. Her eyes still flicker with something familiar, and you remember that you have known her for years.

The lighting is too dim to tell if she’s been injured, but you have a feeling. You walk closer: the quiet and her stare feels intimate. It makes the world seem suddenly small.

You cautiously ask a few questions about what led her here. You stand next to the counter and Maria stands up automatically, like she’s giving you some kind of mission report. She replies to your questions, but you can tell she doesn’t really want to. She admits to some injuries. You can make out a fresh scar on her cheek, cutting the skin below her eye. Her answers aren’t always concrete. All you know is she’s safe now. That the danger has passed, it didn’t follow her.

‘I don’t think I can sleep.’ Maria tells you suddenly. She starts to grip the counter top and you watch her arms tense. Muscles tighten under mottled skin. Her voice is cracking with fear and you feel scared too. Someone like Maria doesn’t invent her fears.

You touch her shoulder and don’t know if it’s the wrong move. You remember the hallway at Shield and the way it wasn’t enough. Maria’s shoulders tense. Her breathing is ragged and you can feel it under your fingertips now. You don’t know what to do. You can feel your own fear rising. The spiral of wanting to do something right and feeling it fall apart anyway. 

You know she’s fighting not to cry. Her sharp, stuttering breaths are forced through clenched teeth. You do what you do in a lot of emergency situations. You try to remember what you’ve been told before.

You catch Maria’s gaze. Her eyes are wide and for the first time you feel calm. You know what to do. 

‘When we’re on a team.’ You say, and your voice is steady. ‘I’ve got you.’

Maria stares at you and you wonder if her words are still familiar to her too. It doesn’t matter. What matters is what they mean.

‘Maria, we are always on a team.’

You reach out and take her hand. You feel her squeeze it tightly and you watch as the first tears start falling. 

You go to hug her and she hugs you back. Her body is trembling and you know in your bones that it has been too long. Your arms tighten around her and her body leans into you. 

That night, you drive together back to your apartment. The air between you has become something different and you don’t know what yet. You have a feeling that you might have loved Maria since the first time you saw her. But that’s okay. These things will work out if they’re meant to.

Maria is facing into the dim car. Her chin is resting against the seatbelt. Her eyes keep closing, but you’re pretending not to notice. There’s a streak of dried blood on her face. 

She was telling you before about growing up. About the things that made her join a place like Shield. 

She is irrevocably human now and you are grateful. The night feels heavy but also, you realize, that you have never felt stronger. 

You keep looking out onto the dark road. You know that she’ll fall asleep any minute now. There is no danger, she’s on a team and someone’s got her back. She can rest.

The Devil And An Angel

Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: During one of Tony's parties, both of your girlfriends tease you and try to tempt you into giving into your sinful desires.

Warnings/Tags: Smut 18+ MDNI, Threesome, Strap-ons, Fingering, Oral sex, Double Penetration, Dirty talk, Praise, Squirting, Dom Natasha/Switch Wanda/Switch Reader, Brief Aftercare.

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“Are you really not going to tell me?” you complain, looking between both your girlfriends with a small pout.

“You’ll find out soon enough Kotenok,” Natasha coos, tucking a strand of your hair behind your ear. You smiled at the action before remembering how you were supposed to be acting grumpy.

“But why can’t I know now?” they laugh at how eager you are to find out what they are going to wear. Tony had decided to throw a party tonight, every couple/relationship must dress up as something together to change it up a bit and have some fun. The problem was, your two girlfriends were reluctant to tell you what they were dressing up as and assured you that anything you wore would be fine.

“Because it’s a surprise,” Wanda says while wrapping her arms around your middle and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Now go and get ready and we’ll meet you at the party.” Grumbling, you left to go and get ready, imagining what they could have installed for you.

When you arrived at the party you had to give Tony his dues, the party looked amazing and it was a brilliant idea to have people dress up. You looked around trying to figure out what people were meant to be, smiling at how much effort everyone had put in. Steve and Bucky had dressed up as people from the 1940s, their old fashioned clothing probably from their youth. Peter and MJ were dressed as mad scientists, Peter fluffing his hair up to look crazy and constantly checking to see if it was alright, much to MJ’s amusement. Clint looked so done with the whole party despite it just starting, dressed up in a Santa costume that was from when he pretended to be the jolly man at Christmas for his children. Laura wore an elf hat and a simple dress that suited her, but she was too busy trying not to laugh at her husband. Tony and Pepper just looked incredible, their theme most likely meant to scream money and wealth.

Suddenly, you felt two people lean on your shoulders, their different perfumes invading your senses as you turned to look at them. On your left was Natasha who was dressed in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination, devil horns sticking out of her fiery red hair, black, smokey eyeshadow making her eyes pop and a sinister smirk on her face. Wanda was on your right, dressed in a white, flowy dress with a gold halo in her hair, a soft look on her face compared to Natasha. You chuckled at them, dressed as a Devil and an Angel on each of your shoulders.

“You both look beautiful,” the compliment causes them both to smile at you, the two of them having a turn to compliment your choice of clothing as well. You leaned in to give Wanda a kiss, innocent and sweet, and then turned to Natasha who had no shame in sliding her tongue into your mouth, a small moan escaping you at the action.

“Don’t be tempted by her,” Wanda whispered in your ear, her voice soft while her arm interlocked with yours. “Or there will be no reward later.” You stifled the noise that wanted to come out and just watched as Natasha winked at you before walking off.

Wanda and yourself followed behind and you had to try your hardest to not drift your gaze lower on Natasha’s back. The three of you ended up on a sofa talking with Steve and Bucky, them rambling on about a story from their past while you three nodded along. You were paying attention until Natasha moved closer, her mouth on your ear as her breath tickled the side of your face.

“Do you know how hard I want to fuck you right now?” she purred quietly, “Have you trembling with pleasure as I thrust my fingers deep inside you? Or even better, my cock.” You groan at her words, low enough that no one other than Natasha could hear, making her smirk in victory as she works you up. Her hand grips your thigh, squeezing the skin and moving up higher teasingly before drifting down to rest on your knee. “I could have you coming in my mouth right now in that bathroom,” her gaze travels to the ladies room on the other side of the room, your eyes following as they darken with lust. “Come on, let's have some fun,” she bites down on your ear while no one looks before pulling away and giving you a predatory look that sends another wave of arousal through you, your panties definitely soaked as you clench your thighs together.

After a few moments, Natasha excuses herself to the toilets, her eyes staying trained on you as she gets up and starts to walk away. You remember Wanda’s earlier words and reluctantly stay still in your seat. You know this is a test, Natasha staying true to her outfit and trying to get you to sin with her, give into her temptation and end up with a punishment equivalent to hell. That however doesn’t make it any easier as you suffer with the results of her dirty words and teasing.

You don’t realise that Steve and Bucky had left, leaving you alone with Wanda as Natasha waits out in the bathroom to see if you crack. Her touches are far more innocent that Natasha’s, her hands interlocking with yours, her thumb running over the back of your hand.

“You’re being such a good girl,” she whispers, the praise making you whine slightly. “I bet you’re so wet for us both right now,” your eyes widen at her words, not expecting her to be in on the teasing.

“I thought angels were supposed to be innocent and pure,” you say, hoping she’d stop the torment. She just lets out a low chuckle and smiles at you, making you nervous for what else was to come.

“The devil was an angel once,” she comments, her voice raspy and sultry, “Who says we can’t be tempted as well.” Her hand goes to your thigh, scratching through your clothing and even going as far as your inner thigh near your core to draw invisible patterns. Your breathing hitches and you bite your lip to stop yourself from saying anything.

Soon Natasha returns, having given up waiting for you, and takes her seat to your left again. She notices the prominent blush on your cheeks and how your hand is gripping the cushion of the sofa, knuckles almost turning white.

“So Y/n,” Natasha starts, drawing your attention away from Wanda’s hand on your leg, “Are you enjoying the party?” you go to answer her question but your breathing stops when your thoughts change.

You’re tied to the bed while Natasha roughly kisses your lips, pulling out moan after moan as her tongue explores the roof of your mouth. Her hands grope at your chest, pinching and pulling at your nipples causing sighs to leave your lips. Wanda was in between your thighs, looking up at you with an innocent look, and licked a stripe up your core, her tongue gathering the wetness that was dripping out of you.

“It’s rude to ignore people,” the spy moves closer to you, her chest pressed up against your shoulder as she talks into your ear. “I’ll ask you one more time,” You look over to Wanda who has a sly grin on her face before Natasha grabs your attention again by sucking on your neck, “Are you enjoying the party?”

“Yes,” is all you could manage out in a breathless whisper, mind clouded with arousal and desire as both women relentlessly tease you.

“Are you sure?” Wanda whispers in your other ear, the hand that was teasing your inner thighs moving to drag her fingers over your clothed pussy under your dress, the fabric soaked with your arousal. “Because I'm sure there are more exciting things we could be doing,” you stifle a moan when she starts to circle your clit through your panties and move your hand to sit on top of hers.

“I just want to be good,” your whine has them both grinning, “I’ll do anything you want me to, just please let me be good for you.” As soon as the words leave your mouth, Natasha drags you away towards the elevator to get to your shared apartment, Wanda quickly on your tail.

Once you reach the bedroom, Natasha immediately straddles you on the bed, her mouth descending onto yours as she roughly kisses you and slips her tongue into your mouth. The whole thing is hot, her hands tugging your hair to pull moans out of you, her tongue tracing the roof of your mouth while her hips grind down harshly onto yours as she uses you for her own pleasure for the moment. Instinctively, your hands go to her waist, guiding her movements as she ruts against you.

“Fuck,” she rasps out as you both pull away breathless, Wanda unzipping the spy’s dress as she climbs off your lap and passionately kisses the witch. You watch in awe as their tongues fight for dominance, hands roaming freely across each other's body as they undress each other. You can’t move, frozen on the spot as bare skin is exposed to you, Natasha’s red dress dropping to the floor while Wanda’s is pulled over her head and discarded carelessly somewhere. They wear lingerie matching their outfits, Natasha wearing a black and red lace set while Wanda has a gold and white one on.

“Enjoying the show?” Wanda teases, swaying her hips as they both crawl onto the bed to join you. Her lips crash to yours, nothing innocent about her now as her hands rid you of your clothes. Natasha is now behind you, her chest pressing into your back while she bites at your neck, littering you with purple and red marks and sighing wantonly against your ear to make you shudder. Wanda’s hands cup your breasts unceremoniously as you revel in the pleasure, her running her fingers over your hardened nipples and tugging playfully. You lean your head back onto Natasha who moves to nibble on your ear, her hand coming up to rest on your throat, a pitiful moan escaping you.

“Don’t worry Kotenok,” She purrs, “You’ll get what you want soon.” You can feel her smirking into your skin as your hips buck at the contact of her knee slotting between your legs. “But first Wanda has a question, Don’t you Wands?” Her green eyes snap over to the witch who pulls back from the sloppy kiss with you, her cheeks flushed and eyes darkening.

“How do you feel about you and Nat fucking me at the same time?” she whispers against your lips and your eyes widen at the question.

“Fuck that would be hot,” you sigh out, imagining Wanda in between you and the spy as you pound into her from both sides. “Are you sure you want that?” She bites her lip at you sultrily and nods her head before moving forwards to press her lips back to yours.

“On your back baby,” she husks out between kisses and you move away from them both to lay on your back near the top of the bed. Wanda kisses down your body, licking over the marks Natasha made soothingly before ghosting her hot breath over your nipples and then kissing your inner thighs that were slick with your desire for them. “I’m going to give you your reward for being so good for us,” Her breath fans over your core, your hips bucking at the feeling which causes her to place a strong hand on your hip to keep you still. She licks through your folds, her tongue swirling around your clit while her free hand moves to be near your entrance. Her fingers gather your wetness before she thrusts two fingers straight into you, your back arching off the bed as you let out a guttural moan. Her mouth sucks at your clit while she pumps her fingers into you, your hands fisting in her hair as she eats you out

Moans pour out of your mouth when she curls her fingers and you almost scream when you feel her moan into you loudly. Your eyes wander away from the brunette between your thighs and to the redhead behind her. You hear a click of a bottle and assume she’s used some lube to ease one of her fingers into Wanda’s tight hole and let her get used to the feeling and stretch. Wanda’s face moves to kiss at your thigh for a moment, trying to get used to the feeling of something in her ass before continuing to reward you. You softly stroke her hair and let her take her time and watch as Natasha moves to have Wanda sit on her face, her finger slowly stretching her tight hole out.

The room then fills with your moans and Wanda’s muffled ones as Natasha brings her close to coming and manages to work her up to having three fingers pumping in and out of her ass. Your legs tighten around Wanda’s face as you come with a scream, body spasming with pleasure as you ride out your high grinding against the witches mouth. She follows soon after, clenching around Natasha’s fingers and tongue as she screams into you, biting down on your inner thigh to muffle the scream. The feeling was painful but also pleasurable and you’re certain you're going to have a dark mark there later on.

Natasha moves from under her, not wanting to overstimulate her, and carefully pulls her fingers out. You pull Wanda up your body, peppering kisses over her face as she tries to steady her breathing.

“You did so well for us,” you praise, still breathless from your own mind blowing orgasm as you talk to her. She hums in response and slowly kisses you, the taste of yourself on her tongue making you moan into her mouth. “Are you still up for us both?” you whisper against her lips, your hands stroking her back as she presses her body weight onto you.

“Yeah,” she murmurs back and you see Natasha move to get the strap ons before lubing them both up so it doesn't hurt her.

“Remember your safewords?” Natasha asks while Wanda gets off you so you can put the harness on.

“Green for ok, Yellow for slow down and Red for Stop,” Natasha smiles at Wanda softly then pecks her lips and helps guide her to hover above your plastic cock. Your hands move the tip of the toy to rub against her clit teasing before letting her sink down onto it. She moans lewdly as her hips meet yours and slowly starts to rock back and forth. She braces her arms next to your head and moans into a kiss as you thrust up into her gently, her hips starting a rhythm with yours.

Natasha soon has her harness on and moves to kneel behind Wanda while her hands slow her movements down. You whisper comforting words to the brunette, checking if she’s still ok by asking her for a colour, as Natasha slowly pushes the head of the toy into her ass, a loud gasp leaving the witch as she screws her eyes shut. You’re both patient as you let Wanda adjust to the toy, Natasha soon having the whole toy inside her and letting the pain fade to pleasure.

Experimentally, Wanda moves forwards slightly then pushes back, a low groan escaping her as she enjoys the feeling of Natasha and yourself deep inside her. Natasha starts a gentle pace of thrusting in and out of her while you swallow her moans with your mouth and thrust your hips up into her. Soon Wanda starts to move in time with you both, as soon as you pull out, Natasha pushes in and vice versa and her moans become louder.

“Fuck,” she moves to lean backwards against Natasha, who wraps a firm hand around her middle to keep her upright, while your hand moves to circle her clit. “Harder,” She sighs out, the two of you listening and increasing the force at which you pump your hips into her. “Faster,” the sound of skin slapping echoes around the room as you pound into her from underneath and Natasha snaps her hips against her. Wanda’s breasts bounce with each thrust and her legs start to shake as she nears her orgasm. “Please, I’m so close, don't stop,” begs tumble out her mouth as her hips move frantically between the two of you.

With a loud scream, liquid gushes out of her around your cock as she comes, her hips stuttering as her hands grip behind her onto Natasha to stop her body from collapsing forwards. You both slow down your thrusts as she rides out her high, her legs spasming around you while her hands fall off the spy to rest on your chest while she pants for breath. Natasha kisses along her neck and back while she calms down and when you see her wince at the feeling of being so full, you motion for Natasha to slowly pull out. She whines at the motion and soon moves off your lap to lay on the bed next to you.

You quickly discard the harness while Natasha moves to the bathroom to start a bath for you three and pull the witch close to you to murmur praise to her. Her body naturally moves towards you, her face tucked into your neck as she tries to fall asleep, her body exhausted from coming so hard. When Natasha returns, you carry her to the bath and gently lower her in and climb in behind her so she can lean back into your embrace. Natasha also climbs in, helping clean Wanda off and start her aftercare before quickly washing herself from any sweat.

“Are you ready for bed milaya?” Natasha murmurs into the witch’s hair after placing a soft kiss. She nodded back sleepily and the spy helped her dry off before taking her to bed. You quickly drain the tub and dry off yourself before joining them in bed. Wanda curls her body into Natasha but when she feels your presence next to her, she moves her hand back in search of yours and she places it around her middle. You smile at her drowsy actions and kiss them both goodnight before drifting off to sleep.