#mandy responds

oh, no no no. your attention is theirs.

they don’t draw much attention to at first, figuring maybe it was a one off thing. when it becomes a habit though, natasha especially pays extra mind to it. she watches your facial expression and body language, trying to gauge who you could be texting, but honestly? it didn’t matter who it was. they were taking time and attention away from natasha and her wife.

one night when the three of you are watching a movie together (friday nights are “fun nights” where you do an activity all together) your phone keeps going off. each time, you don’t hesitate to pick up the phone and respond to whoever it was.

“who are you texting?” wanda asks when your phone buzzes for the fifth time.

“just a friend.” you reply, your fingers already typing out a response on your phone.

wanda doesn’t mention it again, but natasha isn’t satisfied with that.

halfway through the film, you get up to go to the bathroom, leaving your phone behind. you had muted your notifications so they wouldn’t pop up on your lock screen in your absence. that doesn’t stop your girlfriend though.

natasha is quick to pick up your phone. wanda doesn’t comment, instead quirking her head in natasha’s direction so she can see the screen as well. they both know your password (which you weren’t aware of).

natasha’s finger swipe over your phone and she finds the text thread you were so invested in. it really was just a friend, but she still didn’t like the way you had been texting them so much. without a second thought, she clicks on the contact, and hits the block button. she discards your phone exactly where you left it.

when you return, you’re unsuspecting of anything, simply settling between your two loving dominants.

after 20 or so minutes pass and you don’t get any new messages from your friend, you become slightly concerned. you two were in the middle of talking about something. you furrow your brow in confusion, reading over your last couple of texts to make sure you didn’t say something that might have offended them. nothing. there was no explanation why they had suddenly stopped responding.

you click on their contact, scrolling to the bottom.

blocked.

but, you didn’t block them.

you slowly glance towards wanda at your left and then natasha at your right. they both are looking straight ahead at the screen as if nothing was wrong.

your eyes linger on natasha’s face. she can feel your eyes on her. when her emerald gaze meets yours, its smooth—unbothered.

“yes?” she asks.

“you… why?” you ask slowly, confused at why or how she got into your phone and did what she did.

“you’re mine, dorogoy. that means your attention is too.” her fingers come up to grip your jaw, turning your face back to the screen.

“now watch the movie with us.”

i picture a moment going a little something like this:

natasha working on her laptop on the couch. you linger in the doorway of the room, teetering on your toes. you don’t want to disturb her work, but you need her.

your mouth is watering, your teeth grinding against each other. you need to bite something. you want it to be her.

it takes a couple minutes before you make up your mind and cross the room to curl up next to her on the couch. she doesn’t acknowledge you beyond shifting her body to accommodate your weight leaning against her.

you look at her, eyes tracing along her features. she’s muttering something under her breath—words she’s reading on her laptop, you realize.

she can feel your gaze burning a hole in her face of course, but she lets it go on for a little while before saying anything.

“something i can help you with, little munch?” she asks, affectionately referring to you with your favorite nickname.

you smile sheepishly because, that’s exactly why you’re here. you hug both your arms around hers, shyly nuzzling your face into her shoulder. your hand travels up her arm and gives her bicep a little squeeze.

she sighs, already catching up to your unspoken desire.

“fine.” she relents after a moment.

you smile victoriously against her skin, but before you can seek your teeth into her yummy muscles, she catches your chin between her fingers.

“but no biting hard.” her tone is as stern as the look on her face. her green eyes bore into yours, your stomach doing a little flip flop at the intensity.

you nod slowly. you’d agree to anything if it meant getting to nom on her arms.

she releases your chin and your teeth find her muscular arms with fond recollection. you zone out, your eyes staring at her laptop without actually reading any words on the screen.

oh 1000% yes!

i mean reader doesn’t get drunk very often but when you do stumble back home into their house one night, you’re already fumbling with your clothes, trying to take them off. wanda catches you in the hallway, her hands grabbing onto yours.

“well isn’t this a surprise,”

she murmurs, chuckling when you drunkenly lean up on your wobbly toes to try and kiss her. “i think someone’s a little drunk,” she muses, gently placing her hands on your shoulders and holding you firmly in place.

you whine, renewing your efforts to kiss her again by trying to pull her hands off of you. “want you,” you whimper, a pout adorning your lips.

“i know sweetheart, but not right now okay?” her hand caresses the side of your face and she leans down to kiss your forehead. she wraps an arm around your form and leads you into the living room.

natasha sees you for the first time, her eyes drifting from the book she was reading up to wanda half dragging in your unsteady form. she presses her lips in a firm line, her eyebrows knitting together as she’s not happy you put yourself at such risk without her or wanda to be there for you.

wanda shoots her a warning look, one that tells her not to say anything while you’re in such a state.

“daddy,” you slur giddily as you see her sitting on the love seat, wearing a silk set pair of pajamas. you pad over to her, only tripping once as you all but fall into her lap, straddling her legs. she lets out a little “oof,” at the suddenness of your weight falling on her, her book abandoned as she grasps onto your hips, holding you steady.

“hi, little girl,” her finger traces the slope of your nose and you giggle sweetly, your hands clambering up her pajama top to try and undo the buttons.

“mommy won’t fuck me cause i’m a li-ttle drunk.. will you fuck me daddy?” your bold words take natasha back a bit. you were normally so shy, never using words like those unless you were completely desperate for them to stop teasing you.

“a little?” natasha raises her eyebrows, giving you an amused, disapproving look. her hands wrap around your wrists and pull them away when you manage to unbutton the first two on her top. you whine again as she’s the second person to try and stop you from getting what you want. you begin to grind your hips into hers, adjusting your position so you can ride her thigh.

“we’re not doing this right now, detka,” she says firmly, her hands grasping more firmly on your hips to hold you still. you frown, pursing your lips into a stubborn pout before slamming your hips forward, using all of your strength to roll your hips into natasha’s leg.

you jump when you feel a firm spank on your left ass cheek. “that’s enough,” she says firmly, and you feel you feel your body go limp, defeated. you whine again, your eyes welling up with tears as the arousal coursing currently through your body wasn’t able to be ignored.

“here baby, come and snuggle with mommy—c’mon,” wanda encourages from her place on the big sofa. it was one that had several pieces that if they were readjusted and put all together, it could be treated as a bed.

“go lay with your mommy,” natasha pats your bum, helping you maneuver off her lap. you sniffle, making your way back over to wanda. you stumble into her awaiting arms, feeling her pull you close and wrap your limbs around her. she peppers a few kisses on your cheek, one of her hands drifting down your back to gently scratch in a soothing manner.

“want daddy too,” you mumble pleadingly, glancing up from wanda’s neck to look at natasha.

natasha smiles gently, always enjoying when you get clingy like this. she gets up from her seat, plopping down next to you on the couch so you’re lying in between the two of them.

you make a satisfied noise, feeling natasha curl an arm around your waist. you immediately start to feel sleepy wrapped up in their arms like this.

just as your drifting you hear natasha whisper.

“daddy will fuck you first thing in the morning.” which was then followed by wanda saying

“after a proper spanking.”

———

and when wanda notices you’re pressing your legs together, she wordlessly slips her hand between her legs, letting you hump her hand while you watch the movie.

you know they’d both play into it though in their own ways.

wanda would make a show of feigning ignorance, like she had no idea where you’d gone. “i wonder where my little one is hiding.” talking out loud to herself as she searches other places you obviously are not behind.

vs

How would they react?

wanda: *raises her eyebrows* “being stressed does not give you the right to speak to us that way, little girl. try that again, and then maybe afterwards we can help you with your assignment.”

okay i’ve been waiting to respond to this one. it’s so good ahhh!!

okay SO, in theory, let’s say you really pushed wandanat’s buttons - more so than you ever had before. maybe you managed to break all or most of their rules in one day or persisted with being a brat no how many warnings they gave you.

regardless of the specifics, you earned a pretty harsh hand. your ass is the most sore it’s ever been. after 50 spanks with a combination of your own hairbrush, wanda’s hand, and a flogger, your ass was beat.

don’t get me wrong, of course they were not neglectful or overly harsh during this particular scene. sure, it was a punishment, but your limits and boundaries were still taken into account. they applied a soothing gel afterwards and had you put on some soft cotton panties to help alleviate any irritation.

as the three of you are all now downstairs, your punishment having happened a few hours ago now, the two women sit perched on the sofa together. they were putting on a movie, one they knew you would like.

you stand awkwardly in the space between the kitchen and the living room, teetering on your heels. your ass cheeks were still throbbing dully, and the heat emanating off of the skin there was much warmer than just normal body heat. you were hypersensitive of the sensations there. every step you took was unforgiving as your panties brushed against the skin with each move. you suck on your bottom lip, cracking your toes and fidgeting as you didn’t know how or if you should bring up your current predicament. you were the one who lashed out. you knew you deserved your punishment and the consequences that followed said punishment.

“is something the matter, dorogoy?” natasha asks, noticing how you linger several feet away from them.

you shrug your shoulders, your posture fallen in an effort to hide your delicate embarrassment.

“come here.” she beckons you over to the two of them and after only a moments hesitation, you obey.

you stand in front of wanda and natasha, still several inches away. natasha reaches out for your arm, pulling you in to close the remaining distance.

“what is it, bunny?” she asks, holding both of your wrists as you stand in between her spread legs.

“it’s nothing…” you mumble, averting both natasha and wanda’s gaze—who were trying to meet your eye as you walked over to them.

“are you sore, milaya?” wanda chimes in. she reaches out, her hand running up the side of your thigh, dangerously close to your overly sensitive skin.

you wince slightly, your thighs having been spanked a handful of times too.

“aww, baby. you need to tell us these things!” as wanda gently reprimands you, natasha is already up off the couch, heading off to retrieve the soothing gel.

“‘m sorry, mommy. i just figured it was part of the punishment…” you tell her meekly, your eyes soft and apologetic. wanda reaches for your hands now, squeezing them affectionately.

“some discomfort is normal, and even a little necessary. a punishment isn’t supposed to be entirely pleasant, is it?” she pauses and you shake your head in agreement before she continues. “but, that doesn’t mean you need to be in an unnecessary amount of pain. we still want to take care of you, little one. do you understand?”

you nod your head again and natasha returns with the gel.

“okay baby, lay over mommy’s lap so i can do this for you.” she instructs. wanda helps maneuver you so you’re laying across her lap, your ass up and your legs draped across natasha lap.

as gently as possible, natasha meticulously slides your panties off your backside, revealing your still reddened cheeks. wanda runs a soothing hand over your hair as natasha applies a generous amount in her palm. she warms it up by rubbing her hands together and then applying it on your sensitive skin.

“you’ll probably need to have it reapplied every few hours or so for the rest of today.. maybe tomorrow too. let either one of us know when it starts really hurting again, okay? i don’t like when my sweet girl is in so much pain.” natasha murmurs as she carefully massages the gel into your skin until it absorbs.

hope you’re having a good day

it took bunny nearly a full month to not blush every time she addressed wanda as mommy and natasha as daddy

when they’re outside of playtime and dom/sub space, bunny affectionately refers to natasha as “mytalia” (like a play on her name natalia, except she’s bunny’s). she’ll call wanda wands or wannabee (though wanda isn’t so fond of the latter, so bunny only pulls it out on special occasions to tease her).

bunny is a sucker for both wanda and natasha’s accents, so she often tries to get them to use it. their accents slip out more when they’re particularly frustrated, really in “the mood” or cooing at bunny for being so dang cute.

normally wandanat are strictly in a d/s dynamic with their sub, but with bunny, everything is different. there’s something so precious and innocent about her that it just felt…right to have a “normal” relationship outside of the kink. it took some adjusting, but she’s their girlfriend as much as she is their sub. the contract was really just a formality - one they would all easily ignore when the year passed.