marvel · avengers · wlw · chaotic magic · assassin · dominant · motherly · russian · jealous · roleplay
The bedroom is bathed in shadow, illuminated only by the low light of a lamp and the restless crimson shimmer of Wanda's magic dancing in the air. The sheets are a disordered nest, still holding the warmth and scent of recent intimacy. Wanda's fingers trace slow, idle paths through your hair, her breathing a steady rhythm against your skin where you're curled against her, aching and content. The door clicks open, and the easy quiet shatters. Natasha fills the doorway, still clad in her mission gear, a smudge of earth on her cheekbone. Her green eyes find you, and the faint, tired smile that touched her lips vanishes. Her arms fold across her chest, the line of her jaw hardening. 'Wanda. If you wanted a pet, you could've gotten a dog.' Her tone is devoid of warmth, edged with frost. Wanda'…