#domme!nat

[matixv]

Domme Wanda Maximoff x Sub girl reader

Summary: Wanda isn’t used to her powers, she is still learning how to use them. Her lack of knowledge leads her to make more victims than expected, forcing the avenger team to leave her at home on their next mission. All the News on television are calling her a Monster, someone dangerous, not to be trusted. Once at home, Wanda uses you as a way to take the anger off and shows you how much of a Monster she can be. You aren’t used to seeing her going so rough on you, but in some ways, you like it, and not only a little.

Warnings: smut, kinda dark Wanda, kinda cnc but still safe?, pain, anal sex, strap ons, spanking, belt spankings, spitting, hair pulling, worshipping, aftercare, Wanda is mad at the world, bdsm, restraints, big strap on, mention of blood, scratching, degrading names, pain play, praise.

Words: 3.3 k

Ok! So this was a request, and I hope I satisfied what you were looking for. I couldn’t write REALLY dark Wanda just because I want to keep my page safe for littles or really sensitive subs, but I still tried my best.

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You comfortably sat on the couch, the tv sharing loud and annoying information about useless things you didn’t even care about. You were waiting for news about Wanda and the other Avengers, news about their accomplished mission without any victim, news about another city being saved by your wonderful girlfriend. She had warned you about the possibility of not hearing about her for days, even weeks, but you trusted her to keep you up to date about the occurring events.

You melted into the cozy red couch you and Wanda chose back then, when you bought your first house together. Red was your color: the furniture was mostly red, Wanda’s powers were red, your safe word was red. You soon discovered that a normal relationship wasn’t suited for the both of you, you wanted more, a dynamic possibly? A Dom/Sub one. It didn’t take long to discover who was who, you submitted to her since the first day.

As you were thinking about the past, Wanda’s name appeared on the huge screen, but not in the way you were expecting. The reporter had a deadly serious face, not a inch of positivity in his facial expression: “Avenger Wanda Maximoff wasn’t more than a obstacle to the dream team! The Scarlett Witch killed an entire building of innocent people trying to defeat the enemy with her powers. Her teammates immediately jumped into action, leading her away from the scene before her powers could get out of control. Luckily many of the people were saved, but we are not expecting to see the red head any time soon, as the Avengers decided to bench her”

The cup of tea you were holding crashed onto the floor, tea spilling everywhere on your carpet. You couldn’t believe that; you were sure Wanda was more than capable to control her powers, to use them for good. Something must have happened. You slowly got up, cleaning the mess you made, waiting for anything: a text, a phone call… anything.

As you knelt on the cold floor, your phone rang. It was Natasha. Why was she calling you? Did something happened to Wanda? You knew how easily your girlfriend could slip into a dark headspace, a bothered one, where flashbacks and Memories tried to eat her alive. You definitely couldn’t control or read her mind, but it wasn’t hard to understand, she was an open book for you.

“Nat? Hey, is everything okay? Please tell me she is fine! Is she hurt anywhere? Do you need any help? Because you know I can be there in a few hours, I don’t even need the Jet, I just need to pack a bag and-“ you started venting before she could talk.

“Y/n, she is fine, she is driving home to you”.

“Oh”. You froze on your spot, giving yourself time to take in what she just said. Wanda usually gave herself a few days after her Missions to recover from the stress and the tiredness the use of her powers led to. She would spend those days in the Avengers cave, in her room. “Are you sure she is okay? She… she never comes home right after her missions, it isn’t something she would normally do. D-Did you check on her before she started driving?”

“She looked fine, she just wanted to be home with you. I bet she wants your comfort” Natasha smiled on the other side of the phone. No, you thought, she didn’t want your comfort. You were just a way to seek comfort. Natasha and Clint were the only two people to know about your dynamic, but it was still a sore spot for them. “Please, be safe, and don’t hesitate to call back”

“Yes, Nat. Thank you for everything” you thanked her ending the phone call.

Wanda would be here soon, and you had no idea how to prepare for her arrival. Once she walked through the door, she used to hug you and hold you tight, but what would happen if she didn't? What would have happened if she needed anything else?

You decided not to overthink and went to tale a hot shower, the water pouring on your head, you melting under the soft jet. You instantly felt relaxed, your muscles loosened, your mind felt almost empty from anxiety. If Wanda needed something, you were there to give her what she wanted.

You took your time, washing your hair throughly. You shaved and covered your body in lotion, carefully massaging your legs and arms. Once out of the shower, you dried your hair and wore some comfortable clothes: a black crop top, a pair of grey sweatpants and some cozy home underwear. You weren't there to impress anyone after all.

As you peered into the kitchen, you noticed a faint noise of someone moving things around, but no one was standing there. You walked into the room and saw the reason of the noise: Wanda was sat at the table, moving things around with her powers. From the table to the living room, from the living room to the library, from the library to the counters, and from the counters to the table again.

You tried to catch the book she was controlling, but the item was moving too fast. You touched it with the pad of your fingers, breaking Wanda's hex and making the book fall on the floor. You searched for her eyes. Red.

"Hands behind your back!" She yelled, getting up from her chair. You immediately assumed the position, without her having to tell you twice. "See, that's what happens when people ruin everything, when people don't trust my powers". She walked up to you, her face only a couple inches away from yours. Suddenly, you felt her hand gripping the back of your neck and forcing you to look down at the book.

Her hand was obviously leaving a mark on your skin, it burned and her nails were deeply scratching your scalp. "I-I'm sorry, Wanda" you apologized, taken aback at the roughness of her actions. "It won't happen again"

"Address me properly, you fucking useless slut" she hissed leaning closer to your ear, her red aurea making you fall deeply in your sub space. "Try again" she ordered.

"I'm sorry Mistress, it won't happen again". With that, she released the back of your neck, making you fall on the ground on your knees. You looked up at her, searching for a little compassion in her piercing scarlet eyes, finding nothing more than her will to prove herself that she was indeed a monster, a sinful one.

You perfectly knew what her lustful glance was asking for, she was ready for you to praise her for her work, to appreciate her for whatever reason could come up to mind. You slowly crawled near her legs, leaning into them and hugging her from your place on the floor. 

Her face softened, giving you a hint or sweetness. Her hand slowly rested on your previously abused scalp, moving your hair delicately, giving you the opportunity to rest and breathe. Your Wanda was home with you, and it didn't matter if she wanted to be a Monster or herself.

"Praise me, tell me I'm a monster" she whispered.

You clung more to her legs, taking in the scent of her skin. "Mistress, I'm so proud of you for her work, you did amazing. You showed yourself for who you are, for the monster you are, it was wonderful to watch even from home. Your powers are the strongest ones, the Avengers wouldn't have done it without you and your wizardry"

Her hand subtly grabbed a fistful of your hair, yanking them backwards until your mouth was forced open, eyes fixed on the ceiling. She lowered until her mouth was just in front of yours, and spitted in it, yanking your hair forward once you swallowed obediently. "On your feet, bend over the table". She was pretending to be a monster, but the helping hand she gave you to stand up said otherwise.

"Y-Yes Mistress, thank you" You whimpered, bending over the table as quickly as you could, not wanting her to wait any longer. You heard some familiar clicking, it was unmistakable, it was her belt. You tried to stay still, not wanting to make the things worst, but it was not enough.

"Stop squirming!" She yelled. You felt the sound of the leather item on your sweatpants before you even felt the stinging pain that came with it. "Control your fucking body or I'll do it for you, and trust me, it won't be pleasant"

"Yes Mistress"

When she said she would have controlled your body, she didn’t mean tying you down or handcuffing you, that was too easy for Wanda. She meant using her powers to force your hands behind your back or behind your head, forcing your legs open so you couldn’t close them.

You decided to obey before any similar thought crossed her mind. Your palms were touching the cold wooden table, your nipples were poking through your shirt and your eyes were concentrated on what was in front of you.

“Ouch” you whispered, laying your forehead on the cool surface as you felt another stinging swat coming down on your rear. Another one hit you and another one again.

You felt her mumble something to herself while she was abusing your backside with her belt: “they want to see the monster uh? They will see the monster then. That’s what happens when you try to help! You think the other Avengers haven’t killed anyone during their careers? Natasha was literally a trained assassin! For fuck sakes”

Each word was interrupted by the belt landing on your bottom, with you trying not to cry at the pain.

After a minute of pause, you thought it was over, but you were wrong. She grabbed you by your hair, pushing you throughout the house. Your eyes were blurred by the tears and you just let her guide you to the place she wanted you the most: your bed. When she released the grip she had on you, you immediately fell on the soft mattress, a great contrast to the hard table you were bent on.

She was looking at you expectantly from above, her eyes glancing between your neck and your face. “You look so pathetic, as everyone else” she almost barked. “And to think that I came home for you. You are good only at being used, at being my toy, a fucking object”

“You are a Monster, Wanda” you whispered.

Her glance turned from hate to rage. You didn’t even notice her raised hand before it made contact with your right cheek, sending you pain through your nerves. You didn’t have time to recover that she was already ripping your clothes from your body, until you laid naked on the bed.

“How dare you?” She whispered, leaning over your body to reach your ear. “The audacity, the disrespect, after everything I’ve done for you?”

She roughly kissed your lips, biting your lower lip with her teeth. Grabbing your chin with her hand, she tilted your head to the side to have better access to your neck, biting and sucking your pulse point quickly after. “Mistress, please, I need more, I need you” you pleaded.

You glanced at her when she was removing her clothes, her red jacket and her black jeans quickly landed on the floor, and now she was standing just in her bra and panties, giving full dominant vibes.

“That’s right, you need me, everyone needs me”

Her movements were quick and planned, maybe she thought about doing this since the mission was over?

As you laid on the bed, her knee reached in between your legs, sending shivers down your spine. You tried to grind on her to get more pleasure, but the result was far away from your plans. You felt something around your hands, but it wasn’t physical: her powers were forcing you still on the bed, you had no control on your body anymore.

“No, No, please Mistress, I beg you”

All your attempts to convince her to give you what you needed had been in vain, Wanda was not doing it for your pleasure, but for her own. While one of her hands was focused on holding you down, the other was traveling lower and lower on your body. First she took a nipple of yours between her fingers, squeezing it until it left a purple mark around the areola, then she headed towards your pussy, where instead she immediately reached your clitoris, slapping it violently.

“Miss!” You yelled, snapping your head up from the bed.

The one in front of you wasn’t your usual Wanda, it was like a real monster had taken over her empathy. Yes, you both liked to cause and receive pain, but this was another kind of scene. She liked the idea of causing you pain so you wouldn’t enjoy it, just for the pleasure of seeing you suffer. It was like being in bed with Scarlet Witch, the one who had everything taken from her and had nothing but pain.

Furthermore, she didn’t let you touch her, and it was really odd from Wanda, she loved your touch.

Suddenly you felt your hands become freer, almost light. You realized that Wanda had freed you from her powers. But before you could move, your body was picked up and turned around, so that you were on all fours. With your eyes you noticed the last drawer of the bedside table opening, and the strap with attached the biggest dildo of your property attached. Your eyes sparkled at that promise, soon Wanda would have taken you the way you craved the most.

Despite her rush, she took her time with your cunt. You felt two fingers deep into your pussy, angled towards your g point. “Fuck!” You screamed at the sudden intrusion.

“As much as I would have liked to split you in half with my strap, I’m good enough to use my fingers beforehand” she added, spanking your ass with the other hand.

When she removed her fingers, your hands squeezed the comforter that covered the bed, and after a second, you were penetrated by the strap. The dildo was huge, everything was burning and you felt like your body couldn’t stand such an intrusion. "I can’t do it Miss, it’s too big, it’ll split me in two"

She laughed at your cries, only pounding harder into your aching pussy. She leaned forward after a particular hard thrust, and scratched your back with her nails, almost brining your skin to bleed. “If you think THIS will break you in half, just wait for what’s coming after”

Everything was amplifying: your screams, her grunts of pleasure, the wet sound of the strap that came in and out violently. You were being catapulted into a world where all you could feel was what was happening from your waist down. “Miss please, let me cum” You cried, fisting the sheets harder as your knuckles almost turned white.

“Cum, give me what’s mine!” She ordered. And you did as she said, your orgasm came crashing and you couldn’t do nothing more than scream and cry. “That’s it, you are my cum slut, that’s what you are good for!”

Your body fell weak on the bed, your cheeks wet with your tears. She almost collapsed on you, but avoided the crash by holding herself up with her hands. Her breathing was fast, her hair messy and her forehead sweaty. Her voice was guttural, coming from the back of her throat. “Am I a monster?” She asked, never meeting your eyes.

You just nodded, turning your head so your forehead could rest on the softness. If I agree, she would be satisfied, you thought. But you were wrong.

“Maybe I wasn’t hard enough to you? Yeah, you need something more, don’t you?”

When she turned you to lay on your stomach again, you were just preparing yourself for another round. It wouldn’t have been the first time you came more than once in one session, the contrary would have been unusual.

But it only took you a few seconds and a excruciating pain to realize that her plans were very different. Wanda would never do something like that without telling you, right? She would have prepared you carefully, and she would have made the event a special occasion to get even closer and bond with you . Your hopes faded when the pain reached the rest of your body, making you realize what was happening.

Your girlfriend, your beautiful, red-haired, blue-eyed girlfriend, had just penetrated your butthole.

You never talked about anal sex, you haven’t even tried with anyone of your past lovers. It was such an intimate place and you didn’t trust anyone with it; but you trusted Wanda, it just wasn’t the way you expected your first time to be.

“WANDA!” You screamed. “OUT! NOW!”

When you felt your stretched hole being empty again, you let out a relieved cry, feeling the pain spreading around your legs and stomach. You just brought your legs to your chest, sobbing loudly into your knees. “You are a Monster” you cried, hoping you satisfied her enough.

She unbuckled her strap, making it fall to the ground. Her expression was numb, it was like she wasn’t feeling anything at all.

You ignored her as she walked inside your bathroom, hearing the water of the shower hitting the floor. She was getting a shower and washing the day off of her. You were glad she decided to let you by yourself after what just happened, you needed your time to understand.

Your head was making you overthink your entire relationship. Was she the right woman for you? Was she the domme you chose at the beginning of your story? Were you enough to satisfy her needs? Maybe she need a stronger woman like Nat or Yelena to be happy. Now you were just waiting for her to lecture and leave you.

As you heard the bathroom door opening, you hid your head in your pillow, hoping for everything to end soon.

You felt a fresh cloth touching your skin, a delicate sensation, almost frightened by physical contact. When you opened your eyes, Wanda’s silhouette was kneeling beside the bed, and she was cleaning you of the sweat and blood on your body. Her eyes were glossy, her lips chewed.

When she stood up, you flinched back, but her expression at your scared frame, was beyond sorrowful. “I’m sorry” she whispered, sitting next to you. She carefully cleaned your most intimate areas, but it only resulted in you hissing and scrunching in pain at any attempt or reaching your backside or your pussy. “Shh, it’s okay, everything will be okay” Wanda kept speaking softly, giving you the time to relax.

“I’m sorry for your mission” you cried, reaching for her hand. You needed soft physical contact, you missed her.

“It’s okay, I was mad at myself and… at the world, but now I’m not mad anymore. My heart was hurting because I wanted to be helpful and save people, but I only made a mess and now tue world hates me”. That almost made you cry, her poor eyes glistening under the sunlight were a evident proof of her pain.

“Lay next to me”. Your hand reached for her chin, tilting it up so you could look into her eyes, her beautiful and sweet eyes. “You need to rest, we both need to rest”

She silently agreed, lying next to you and hugging you tightly, like if she was afraid you would disappear at any point. “I won’t go away, Wanda, I’m here” you whispered.

“I’m sorry, stay, please”

“I will, rest now”

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[late-to-the-party-81]

Happy Birthday, Yasha

AN: Creeping in with a story for Bucky’s birthday, I bring you Cap Quartet filth. This is just porn. Not a sniff of plot. Based in the same BDSM AU as The ties that bind us. Sam and Steve have fully consented to this scene in advance and can safeword at any time without consequence.

Beta’d by the wonderful @endlesstwanted and with Russian help from @bittersweet-in-boston

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Mood board by me and dividers by @firefly-graphics

Bingo and Challenge fills:

@buckybarnesevents Bucky’s Birthday Bash - Base - AU Bucky; Filling - Forced Proximity Frosting - Sam, Nat and Steve; Toppings - Humiliation/Degradation Kink, And

Build a Bucky Bingo - March - Impact Play

@stuckygeekevents Bingo - O1 - “Why did you flinch?”

@stuckybingo - N3 - Free space

@steverogersbingoBingo  - D4 - Sex Party

@caplanbuckybarnes’s Weekly Writing Challenge #3 - “Please kiss me.”

Master list | Stucky Bingo Master List | SRB Master list | BaBB Master List | SGE Bingo Masterlist

Summary: It’s Bucky’s birthday and Nat has arranged a private party, just for him.

Relationship: Dom Bucky x Domme Nat x Switch (but Sub in this) Sam x Sub Steve.

Word count: 3.2k

CW: BDSM AU, Pre-established relationship, Polyamorous relationship, Bondage, Impact Play, Ass Play, Body Worship, Female Masturbation (briefly), Frotting, Anal Sex, Humiliation/Degradation Kink, edging, Face Sitting, Oral Sex, Cum Play/Cum eating, Cum Slut Steve Rogers, Aftercare, Safe, Sane and Consensual.

Bucky couldn’t help but grin, his arms around Nat’s waist and his chin resting on her shoulder as he took in the scene before him.

“Is this all for me, Natty?”

“Of course it is, Yasha. A party just for you.” His pack-mate and fellow Dom stated, her smile evident in the tone of her voice.

They were standing in the playroom, and spread out - and tied up - on the bed in front of them were their Switch, Sam, and their Sub Steve. 

Sam was laid on his back, arms attached to the headboard and ropes around his thigh holding his legs open. A silver plug with a bright red jewel poked out from between his round buttocks. Steve was laid face down on top of Sam, his small body similarly bound but with a blue, jewelled plug stretching his rim wide. Neither could move much, but it wasn’t stopping the pair of them trying to rub their cocks together as they messily made out.

“Fuck,”Bucky exclaimed again. “Look at them. Pretty as a picture and all dressed up for me. How am I gonna top this when it’s your birthday?”

Nat turned her head and nipped at Bucky’s ear. “You’ll think of something, handsome. You always do. Now, go enjoy your birthday treat. They’ve been like this for fifteen minutes already and I edged them a couple of times before I brought you down here, so they’re both a hair's-breadth away from coming apart.”

“You’re staying, though?” Bucky nuzzled into Nat’s neck, enjoying the way his scruff brought a red rash up on her neck. She might be a Dom as well, but that didn’t mean Bucky didn’t like marking her. She gave as good as she got anyway.

“I was hoping you’d ask. I want to see which one of them starts to cry first. You go left, I go right?”

“Deal.”

Bucky had known when Nat said she had a surprise for him today that it would be something along these lines, so he’d been waiting, just dressed in his leather pants, until she came to get him. Nat herself was dressed in her favourite PVC outfit - a push up bra with cutouts at the nipples, crotchless panties and thigh-high stiletto boots. She looked exquisite.

He stalked over to the right hand side of the bed, climbing up beside the two desperate, strung up men. He tapped Sam on his shoulder, as Nat on the other side tapped Steve, and the two broke apart and looked at the two Doms. Two pairs of eyes were blown wide and two faces had lax expressions, already looking totally fucked out. Bucky laid down and captured Sam’s lips, Nat doing the same to Steve.

It never ceased to amaze Bucky how different Sam was from Steve. Steve was a Sub, but a bratty one, needing to be forced into submission for his own good more often than not. Sam, though, as a Switch, was never intentionally bratty, but sometimes had difficulties moving from one headspace to the other. It seemed that Nat had done the hard work already, or maybe Sam was just in a submissive move, because he opened himself to Bucky’s domineering kiss without any resistance. Bucky laid his left hand on top of Steve’s buttocks, feeling the little movements his favourite brat was trying to make in an attempt to get friction on his no-doubt aching prick. With a grin into Sam’s mouth, Bucky brought his hand down onto Steve’s ass - a warning to stay still. He heard the angry squeak despite it being muffled by Nat.

Bucky pulled back, enjoying the way Sam chased his lips, and how Sam’s broad chest heaved with need.

“You’re gonna be a good boy for me, aren’t you Sammy? Gonna let me do exactly what I want, when I want, yeah?”

“Yes, s-sir,” Sam stuttered out, eyes glazed.

“Unlike this one,” continued Bucky as he took a firm grip of Steve’s dirty blonde hair and jerked his head back, pulling him from Nat. Steve’s eyes rolled, the little pain-slut he was, but there was still defiance in his eyes - he wasn’t as deep down as Sam was. “Fighting it as usual, Stevie? And on my birthday too? What am I going to do with you?”

Steve just narrowed his eyes, but for once didn’t talk back. He was probably too distracted by his throbbing cock to come up with something witty.

“Natty, can you reward Sam for being a good boy while I just work on Steve’s attitude?”

Nat smiled back enigmatically, then moved herself so Sam could turn his head and take one of her PVC clad breasts into his mouth and tease the nipple with his tongue. Nat let her head loll back and allowed herself to enjoy the sensations. Bucky, on the other hand, rose up from the bed, and with the feeling of Steve’s blue eyes boring a hole between his shoulder blades he went and opened up the wooden armoire that held their toys. His fingers trailed along the handles of the various implements used for chastisement and finally settled on his flogger. There were two of almost every implement, one made for Nat’s small grip and one made for Bucky’s much larger one. If Sam was in Dom mode with Steve, then he borrowed Bucky’s, but Sam wasn’t as much into impact play as the two Doms.

As Bucky turned back to the bed he carefully kept the flogger hidden behind his back, not wanting Steve to know how he was going to get punished until it happened. He positioned himself by the side of the bed and used his free hand to hold Steve’s head down against Sam’s collarbone, making it impossible for him to see.

“Stay still, and be good,” Bucky commanded, but wasn’t at all surprised when a sharp “Fuck you” was the answer. He leant down, head close to Steve’s ear. “I plan to, sweetheart. I’m gonna fuck you until you make a mess of yourself and Sammy. Maybe I’ll make you clean it up as well.” Bucky didn’t even need to see it to know that Steve shivered at the mental picture he’d painted. Pain and humiliation were Steve’s bag - it’s why they meshed so well, Steve enjoying everything that Bucky could dish out. Without any further warning, Bucky brought the flogger down on Steve’s deceptively plump ass. He didn’t strike all that hard, but starting too soft with Steve never brought the right results and he bit back a dark chuckle as Steve let out a shout and wiggled as much as he could, resulting in him just rubbing his trapped dick against Sam’s. 

“Why did you flinch?” Bucky asked with mock confusion.

“Fuck!” was the breathy response. This was gonna be good.

Bucky flicked his eyes up to Nat’s, which sparkled back at him with amusement as she stroked her hand over Sam’s short hair and encouraged him to pay attention to her other breast. She was already lazily playing with her clit, enjoying the scene before her. Bucky smirked and brought the flogger back down onto Steve, another beautiful sound of pained pleasure meeting his ears. It only took another dozen swipes, evenly distributed over Steve’s ass and upper thighs, for Bucky to feel the fight go out of his Sub, Steve finally relaxing under his hand.

Discarding the flogger to the floor, Bucky moved back around to the end of the bed and climbed up between the two pairs of spread legs. He took hold of one plug with each hand and slowly pulled and twisted them until Steve’s and Sam’s rims were stretched around the widest part of each before pushing them back in. Two choked off groans echoed around the room, and Bucky’s grin broadened as he started to fuck both of them with the plugs. As anticipated, Steve started showing signs of being close to orgasm first, so Bucky stopped playing with his plug, enjoying the strangled wail of disappointment that spilled from him. However, it was only a minute or so later that Bucky saw Sam’s balls start to draw up, so he stopped playing with his plug as well. 

Having tested for himself how ready they both were, Bucky unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He picked up the bottle of lube that Nat had thoughtfully tucked at the base of the bed and squirted some out onto his palm. As he stroked himself, he took another moment just to appreciate how beautifully Sam and Steve had been laid out for him. Fuck, it would be easy just to stroke himself to the view and leave the pair of them needy and unsatisfied. It was a tempting thought - he always delighted in marking both of them with his cum -, but neither of them had been particularly badly behaved recently and he was feeling in a kind mood.

Satisfied that he was sufficiently slicked up, Bucky removed Steve’s plug, being a little rough but in the way that Steve liked. Without ceremony, he pressed his cock inside Steve’s hole, the guttural moan sounding like music to his ears. Nat had moved off the bed and had come to stand behind him, a reverse of their earlier pose. She peered around his thick body as he speared into Steve, who had returned to kissing Sam as the pair of them were jostled together.

“Look how beautifully he takes you, Buck,” Nat observed, her gaze fixated on the way Steve’s body stretched to accommodate Bucky’s thick cock. Bucky placed his hands on Steve’s hips, gripping them tightly as he pulled back and thrust forward with vigour.

“You did a wonderful job preparing him, moya printsessa.”

He thrust forward again, enjoying the way his balls slapped against where Sam and Steve were pressed together, their combined precum making a sticky mess. He let himself sink into the pleasure of using his Sub until Nat let him know that Steve was close to coming.

“Careful, moy lyubimii.”

Gritting his teeth, Bucky pulled out of the warm clutch of Steve’s ass and pushed the plug back in, watching the ripple of the muscles in Steve’s back and listening to his once more frustrated wail. Bucky gave a harsh spank to his still red ass.

“Patience, kitten. ‘I want’ doesn’t get. You come if I allow it.”

Using deft fingers, Bucky removed Sam’s plug more carefully than he had Steve’s, and lowered his hips, curling himself over Steve where he was laid on top of Sam so he could sink into his other lover. Sam’s moan was deeper but equally as needy sounding as Steve’s as Bucky started to fuck into him. It was taking all of Bucky’s control to hold back, because he didn’t want to come yet - he had his own plan and was determined to see it through. And, with the way that he was pressed against both of them, he wasn’t surprised by how both Sam and Steve continued to moan, the friction between them increasing with Bucky’s movement.

“Don’t come yet, sweethearts. The first to come doesn’t get my cum and doesn’t get to have Nat ride his cock. He’ll also have to be on clean up duty as well. So best behaviour, both of you.

“Sir!” Sam shouted out in panic. “Please! I’m too close. I’m gonna come.”

“You’ll just have to hold it, Samuel. You get a break when I give you one.”

Taking a peak around Steve’s small frame, Bucky could see the way that Sam was now biting his lower lip, his fists holding tight to ropes that bound him to the bed as he desperately tried to hold back his orgasm. He gave a few more firm thrusts and decided it was time to return to Steve.

As soon as he slipped back inside his bratty sub, he knew that Steve was on a knife-edge. His whole body was trembling and he was letting out pathetic mewling noises each time Bucky punched his way up into Steve’s guts.

“Check his face, Natty,” Bucky huffed out between thrusts and Nat strutted around the bed. She leant down to peer at Steve’s face where it was buried into Sam’s neck. 

“You’re right, James. He’s crying already. Are you about to come, Steve?” she cooed. “You gonna make a mess all over Sam? Are you looking forward to cleaning me and Sam up and swallowing down all that cum?” She fisted her hand into Steve’s hair, wrenched it up and gave a little slap to his tear stained face. “I bet you’re not even sad that Bucky isn’t gonna come in you, because this way you get to taste it. You’re just our little cumdump, aren’t you, Steve? Can’t get enough of the taste. I bet we could get you to clean the whole floor with your tongue if we just splattered it with our cum. You act all bratty, but you just wanna be on your knees, don’t you? Maybe another day we should tie you down and just come all over you. Leave you in a sodden mess. You’d be in heaven.”

Steve cried out and his body spasmed around Bucky’s cock, his slim hips moving as much as they could, humping onto Sam as his orgasm rocked through him, pushed over the edge by Nat’s words. Bucky hissed and closed his eyes, trying to hold back his own orgasm, and Sam groaned as his cock slipped and slid against Steve’s.

“I knew it,” Nat said, her voice full of derision. “Pathetic.” She released Steve’s hair and shifted her attention back to Sam, running the back of her hand across his cheek bone as he looked at her with wide eyes. “You’re gonna be a good boy though, aren’t you? Gonna let Bucky come inside you, but not let yourself go until I’ve ridden that gorgeous dick of yours?”

“Yes, m-ma’am. G-gonna try.” 

“Make sure you do, or I’ll ruin it for you.”

Bucky almost felt sorry for Sam. He had to be struggling about now, and Bucky had seen Nat ruin orgasms before - it wasn’t nice. Bucky pulled out of Steve, who was now laid lax and snivelling, and returned to Sam’s waiting heat.

“Sir!” Sam shouted. “Oh god!” His hips bucked up as much as they could in his bound position, bumping Steve.

“Hold it, Sam,” Bucky barked back as he set a bruising pace, no longer able to resist the urge to just chase his pleasure. His movements jolted Steve even more, who whimpered as his spent cock was overstimulated from being rubbed up against Sam’s. Bucky could feel Sam’s channel flutter around him, desperately trying to hold back, and the sensation tipped Bucky off the cliff. A deep groan left him as he pumped rope after rope of cum deep into Sam, his hips continuing to snap back and forth until there was nothing left in him.

After he came down, Bucky pulled out and sat back on his heels, recovering his breath. Steve’s hole still gaped at him, and his cum was dripping out of Sam.

“Nat - come look.”

“Oooh, pretty,” she said before bending down and attacking Bucky’s lips with her own. They kissed ferociously for a few moments, fighting each other with tongues and teeth before they moved apart and untied Steve. They rolled him off Sam and he laid prone on the edge of the large bed. Bucky started to rub at the rope marks around his wrists and his thighs, bringing the blood back into full circulation

Meanwhile Nat climbed up onto the mattress, admiring Sam’s still rock-hard cock, the head a deep crimson-purple and covered in Steve’s cum and his own pre-cum. She leant down and licked a stripe up it, letting out an evil giggle at how it twitched.

“Nat! Please!” Sam begged, and with a smirk she took pity on him, throwing her leg over him, taking hold of his cock and sinking down in one move. She leaned back, her hands braced on Sam’s spread legs and began to ride him.

“Fuck, Sam. Love this dick so much. Feels so good. Just hold on for me.”

Bucky watched in amusement, only stopping to tap Steve’s face with his softening cock and then feeding it between Steve’s lips when he blinkingly opened his eyes. 

“First clean up duty, Stevie.”

Steve just moaned and started to suck and lick at the cock in his mouth, eager for every drop of Bucky’s cum he could get. 

On the other side of the bed, Nat had changed her position, now palming one of her own breasts through her bra, pinching the nipple through its peek-a-boo hole and rubbing at her clit with her other hand. Sam was tossing his head back and forth on the pillow, whimpering, and as soon as Nat shuddered out her own orgasm, Sam’s face screwed up and he shouted, finally letting himself let go. 

Nat gave herself a few moments to recover before she eased off Sam, his cum running down her inner thighs, and straddled Steve instead, her puffy cunt hovering over his face. 

“Next clean up, Steve. And you better make me cum again.”

“I will, ma’am. Please. Wanna taste you and Sam.” Steve couldn’t keep the eagerness from his voice.

“So you can be good? Now, get to work.” She sat down and Bucky heard her sigh in pleasure as Steve slurped loudly, his small hands coming up to hold Nat’s thighs. Bucky smiled and moved over to release Sam’s bonds and rub at his aching limbs.

“So perfect for us, Sam,” he praised. “Just relax for a moment. You worked so hard.” 

“Please kiss me,” Sam slurred out, and who was Bucky to deny him? He laid down next to Sam and gently kissed him, lazily trailing his fingers over Sam’s still sensitive body, amused by the answering whimpers and twitches.

“Fuck! Steve!” Nat shouted, her hips bucking. “There! Just there.” She had one hand on the headboard and the other in Steve’s hair, holding his head in place as she fucked his face with her pussy. She threw her head back and wailed as her second orgasm washed over her. She rocked her hips slower as she came down, and then slid down Steve’s body. His face was flushed red, shiny with her and Sam’s combined spend, and his hair was sticking up every which way. He looked totally debauched and more than happy about it. Nat kissed him deeply before urging him up and over to Sam. 

“Clean his cock first, Steve,” she urged. “Then you can get your taste of Bucky’s cum.”

Steve crawled with wobbly limbs over to where Sam was now dozing, his head in Bucky’s lap, having his hair petted. When Steve started to lick and kiss at his cock and balls, Sam let out a happy sigh. 

Nat pulled herself up against the headboard, the other side of Sam, and looked indulgently down at her Switch and Sub before turning her attention to Bucky.

“Did you enjoy that, Yasha?”

Bucky opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by Sam’s whining moan as Steve pushed his face between his ass cheeks, and most probably, wormed his tongue in Sam’s ass. Bucky chuckled. “Best birthday ever, milaya. We’d best start planning for Steve’s. What was it you said about all of us coming over him and leaving him lying in it?”

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[sebsxphia]

Hi seb. Haven't been on here to send anything in for a loooooong time. But I just wanted to share.

Poly! Squad:

Robert, Jake, and Bradley all being absolute brats and bunny is a sweet sub (never really a brat in this thot) and Nat comes home to bunny crying from the boys ripping orgasm after orgasm from them for fun.

Domme! Nat takes over and cares for her bunny. Making them watch Nat pleasure bunny and have bunny call her daddy (a woman saying to be called daddy is soooo hot. Especially in a dynamic if there are others that are normally daddy and she's mommy. Its the dominate energy, idk)

The boys are in misery

squeeeee, yes omg 🤤 nat comes home and she can hear your sobs and begs for mercy all the way from the top of the stairs. the overstimulation is delicious torture for you, but when she finds out they did it just for fun and not because you were being punished, she switches it up stat. natasha knows her sweet bunny is overstimulated, so she takes her torturous time on you, much to the boys misery as all they can do is watch.

hehe thank you so much for this thot gabbie my love! 💌

#💌you’ve got mail #daughterofthereaper02 <33 #jake hangman seresin #robert bob floyd #bradley rooster bradshaw #natasha phoenix trace #poly!squad

[maxislvt]

Some personal opinions on MCU Ladies being Domme or Sub

Kate: Absolutely a Sub.

Carol: Is a Sub, knows it, grumpy about it, wants you to think she's a Domme.

Yelena: Is a Sub, does NOT know it, has only been with Power Bottoms, Natasha doesn't have the heart to tell her.

Natasha: Switch, either a very good Mommy or the cutest Pillow Princess depending on the partner.

Wanda: Absolute Mommy Domme, except in the very brief window of Age of Ultron when she was Baby

I feel like Kate is willing to learn how to be Dom, but her preference for powerful/older women would make that knowledge completely useless. She likes to dream tho ❤️

Carol is a sub top but I definitely see that changing depending on what era she's in or how much experience she has. She can't wrap her head around the fact she can Do The Work but not boss you around and she's so huffy about.

Yelena isn't ashamed of being a sub but is legitimately under the impression she just Isn't so no one really bothers correcting her

Natasha is a jack of all trades and sorta adapts to her partners needs. However, I do see her having a bit of fetish (kink? idk) for "breaking" doms or switches. She can respect your needs but once Nat has made up her mind about topping you, there's no going back from that

Wanda definitely grows into being a mommy. Even if we aren't being canon compliant, I imagine her "Mommy Urges" just get worse the longer you date her. She'll let you be secretive and shy about it at first but eventually she's gonna start cutting up your food and forcing you to sit in her lap

#panther speaks #anon #kate bishop #carol danvers #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

[otpcutie]

Otpcutie’s Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist — My completed @buckybarnesevents prompts, for Hot Bucky Summer 2023.

A/N: I accomplished my goal of completing 13/13 prompts, woo!!

1. Caress (M, 0.5k) | Week 1: Lingerie + Collars

Summary (Stucky): Bucky admires his reflection.

Contains: sub Bucky, kept boy Bucky, Daddy Steve, lingerie, mirrors, sexual exploration, Bucky being turned on by his reflection (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

2. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 1: Sparks Fly (M, 3.4k) | Week 2: Daddy

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve and Bucky hit it off.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt, lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

3. Steve’s Night Off, Chapter 2: Falling (E, 4.1k) | Week 3: Kneeling

Summary (Stucky): Steve meets Bucky in a bar.

Chapter summary: Steve takes Bucky to his hotel, where their sexual tension reaches a boiling point.

Contains: unhappily married Steve, Steve cheats on Peggy with Bucky, older Steve/younger Bucky, Bucky in a skirt/lingerie, flirting, teasing, Daddy kink, dorks falling in love, fluff, horny boys, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

4. The Bait (T, 0.7k) | Week 4: Free week, “C” (crime solving)

Summary (Stony): Tony goes undercover as an escort for a case.

Contains: Detective AU, grumpy Steve, jealousy, besties/work partners Steve & Bucky, pining Steve, Bucky is fed up with it, escort Peter, implied Bucky/Peter, pining, angst, love confession (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

5. The Upside (E, 2.8k) | Week 5: Electricity + Fireworks

Summary (Winteriron): Tony and Bucky give each other permission to get off while body swapped.

Contains: body swap AU, found family, transguy Tony, flirting, teasing, mutual pining, boys in love, fluff, jerking off, smut (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

6. All In, Chapter 1: Uncertainty (E, 0.7k) | Week 5: “How do you want me?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky makes his Daddy Steve (the President) jealous. Steve is clueless as to why.

Contains: President Steve, journalist Bucky, secret relationship, D/s, Daddy Steve, brat Bucky, age difference, jealousy, Bucky is a little shit (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

7. Sub Bucky and his Domme [moodboard] | Week 7: “Who’s this?” + My lover + My pet

Contains: Sub Bucky, Domme Nat

Links: Tumblr

8. Business (M, 1.5k) | Week 8: “How did you meet?”

Summary (Winterspider): Peter is ‘given’ to Mafia Boss Bucky. Or so he thinks.

Contains: Mafia AU, Mafia Boss Bucky, Russian Bucky, adult Peter, sex worker Peter, dark Peter, Peter is a little shit, age difference, possessiveness (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

9. Stucky AU: Summer Vacation [moodboard] | Week 9: Free week, “S” (Summer vacation)

Contains: Steve/Bucky, beach vacation

Link: Tumblr

10. Stucky AU: Spa Day [moodboard + snippet] | Week 10: “Long day at work?” + Massages + Bath

Contains: spa day, older Steve/younger Bucky, massage therapist Bucky, crushes

Link: Tumblr

11. Winter Soldier aesthetic (Green) [moodboard] | Week 11: Green

Contains: Winter Soldier Bucky

Link: Tumblr

12. Starshine (M, 1k) | Week 12: “Who’s my __?”

Summary (Stucky): Bucky takes care of his kitten after they’ve played.

Contains: Omegaverse, D/s, Alpha/Daddy Bucky, Omega/kitten Steve, beefy sub Steve, kitten play, fluff, aftercare, nonbinary Steve, Steve uses it/its pronouns (more on AO3)

Links: Tumblr | AO3

13. Bucky Barnes AU: Baker!Bucky [moodboard] | Week 13: Free week, “B” (Baker Bucky + Business owner)

Contains: Baker Bucky, coffee shop AU, cafe owner Bucky, barista Bucky

Link: Tumblr

Event photo list below the cut:

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[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 26: leather & latex

Warnings: leather, lingerie, dom x sub dynamic, role reversal, cursing, 18+

You felt like surprising the love of your life, and you wanted it to be the best surprise she had gotten in a long time.

Nat was always making sure you were well taken care of, in bed as well as outside of it, but you felt like trying something new for once.

You knew that Nat was a natural domme and she was perfect at it, she was beautiful, loving, strict, and cared more about your pleasure than her own.

You had bought a black leather mini dress with a silver zipper going up the entire front of it just for her, because she loved your body, every curve of it.

The dress did great showing it off and you found a perfect set of lingerie for below it, when Nat decided to unwrap her present.

You certainly weren’t used to wearing garter belts but you had to say it looked phenomenal on you, along with the black leather bra and panty set you had bought.

You had also bought straps that wrapped around your thighs to attach the belt onto, wearing the set gave you an amount of confidence you didn’t know you had in you.

Nat always took you along to the parties the aviators went to together and you chose that fit for one of your usual weekend get-togethers, knowing fully well that you wouldn’t make it there.

The moment Nat came out of the bathroom and her gaze fell on you, prepped and ready to leave for the Hard Deck, she let go of the keys she was already holding and her mouth fell open.

You chuckled at that, glancing down at your outfit and the high heels you were wearing just to taunt her.

“Fuck me,” Nat whispered below her breath before she jumped into motion and moved towards you, her lips attacking yours as her hands ran heatedly along your body.

The thoughts of the evening’s upcoming events were gone and replaced by a need the both of you felt for each other.

After letting her dominate the kiss you took your time to set your hand around her throat, gently applying pressure until she took a step back.

You looked at her and she returned the stare, your gaze unbroken as you tried to show her wordlessly that you were confident at handling the situation.

When you lifted your chin slightly her knees gave out and she fell to sit on the edge of your bed, her hands gently resting at the outside of your thighs in anticipation.

She was looking up at you, and you loved the newfound obedience her body emitted, just from receiving a look from you.

A smirk formed around your lips and Nat let out a whimper as she saw it, her hips instinctively moving against the mattress without receiving much friction.

You set your hand below her chin and leaned down to press a single kiss against her lips before pulling away again.

You would be lying if you said you hadn’t practiced stepping out of your heels seductively but you tried your best, and judging by the way Nat’s eyelids fluttered you were doing well.

Her attention was entirely fixed on you as you set your hand to the zipper that held your dress together and slowly, tantalizingly moved your hand downwards to expose what was underneath.

Your eyes were trained on her face and you could see the way she swallowed harshly as she watched your movements, her gaze taking in every inch of the skin that you slowly exposed to her.

When your breasts came into view you heard her breath catch in her throat and when the zipper was pulled down fully Nat couldn’t restrain herself, leaning forward to press her lips to the skin of your sternum below your bra.

You let her kiss you as you shrugged the dress off, your lingerie along with your garter belt coming into sight and you set your hands at the back of her head, just holding her there.

When you felt like you had enough you set one of your hands to her throat lightly, using your thumb to angle her face up to look at you.

You started kissing her feverishly and you straddled her lap, feeling her hands settle on the straps on your thighs as you moved your hips against hers.

You slipped one of your hands into her pants while you balanced yourself by holding onto her neck with the other, letting your fingers brush over her lower lips and dip into her folds.

You rarely heard your girlfriend moan as much as she did then and you smiled into the kiss that was already broken with her whimpers.

“Shit, baby, fuck,” she groaned and her hips jerked instinctively to meet the movements of your hand.

Nat wasn’t usually so responsive and sensitive but it seemed like your outfit did the trick, which made you feel proud, happy and powerful.

You managed to make her cum quickly and harshly before the two of you stripped down to go on with what you had started.

About an hour later you were cuddling below the blankets, talking and laughing about what the day had held.

When the sounds of text messages on her phone became unbearable Nat angled for it, sending a message into the group chat she was sharing with the aviators before switching off the notification sound on her phone.

Sorry, we can’t make it today. See u tomorrow - Nat, she texted, receiving gifs of wiggling eyebrows and winking emojis as a reply.

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[i-write-sometimes-maybe]

My current works!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

I will update this whenever I post a new oneshot, and if I add characters I’ll update this with them too.

Lady Lesso x Reader…

Blossom- Hurt and Comfort (platonic).

Aliferous- kinda angst, mainly just comfort.

Nearly Defeated- Angst with comfort.

I’m yours!- Angst.

My favorite!- Angst.

Comatose- Slight angst, hurt and comfort (platonic).

Needy- Smut, Domme Reader.

Show Me Off- Angst, no use of Y/n.

The Pain Of Pining- Angst, Hurt/ No Comfort.

Celebration- Smut, bottom reader.

Passion- Basically fluff.

Unbearable- Hurt/no comfort.

Natasha Romanov (romanoff) X Reader…

Steve Knows Now- Smut, Dom reader.

Let Me Heal You! - Slight angst but really just stubborn Nat.

Emily Prentiss X Reader…

Come Back To Me- Angst, hurt with comfort.

Careful- Fluff, Emily takes care of you. Gender neutral reader.

∘°∘♡∘°∘ ∘°∘♡∘°∘ ∘°∘♡∘°∘ ∘°∘♡∘°∘

Coming soon!

Different Doesn’t Mean Bad- Fluff/angst, Lady Lesso.

Disobedient- Smut, Lady Lesso.

Is that mine? - Smut, Lady Lesso.

#fanfic #oneshot #sapphic #charlize theron #lady leonora lesso #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #sfgae #angst #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romonova #natasha x y/n #natasha x reader #scarlett johansson #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x female reader #emily prentiss x y/n #emily prentiss #emily prentiss x you #paget brewster

[themculibrary]

Dom!Natasha Masterlist

all for you (ao3) - Anonymous bucky/natasha E, 16k

Summary: Bucky really, really likes the idea of his belly being big and getting even bigger. He also really likes the idea of being pregnant as well as being stuffed full of come, on his way to being pregnant after being bred. His dom, Natasha, can't actually do either of those things to him though. Which would be too bad... had they not found a creative way around it involving showers, shower hoses, and a hell of a lot of dirty talk.

At Last (ao3) - TeamIronMan steve/tony, clint/natasha, jane/thor, past tony/pepper E, 15k

Summary: ***Dom’s/Sub’s are rated from 1-10 based on their needs and care requirements***

Tony Stark was... Different.

Because of this he’s known for a long time he’d grow old alone. No Dom in the world would ever want him, and that was fine, he didn’t need one anyway.

Then the attack on New York happens. Tony gains the family he never knew he wanted, friends he never wants to lose, and a Dominant that won’t be chased away.

Seriously, Tony does everything possible but that annoying Captain America won’t leave him the hell alone!

Broken Underneath (ao3) - Eustacia Vye (eustaciavye) loki/natasha E, 23k

Summary: Loki might have had some plans for Natasha, but that didn't mean he didn't intend to have a little fun with her first. It was only too bad that she didn't figure that out until it was far too late.

Butterflies & Hurricanes (ao3) - Cristinuke clint/natasha E, 49k

Summary: He hasn't been the same since New York. In fact, she's never seen him like this, never this low. Or, the story of how Natasha became the outlet Clint needed.

coded (ao3) - HolyGrailOfSex wanda/nat, wanda/omc E, 12k

Summary: After Sokovia, alone and grieving, Wanda finds some solace in the world of the internet. She meets loads of new people online. One of which she ends up dating, despite knowing he’s twice her age.

When she decides to meet up with him one day, things take an unexpected turn when Natasha stops her.

Deserving (ao3) - MizDiablo clint/phil, bucky/steve/tony, bruce/natasha E, 25k

Summary: With Steve and Bucky finding a sub in Tony and Natasha finding Bruce, Clint is the only unbonded on the team. He is also the only sub. It’s okay, it’s nothing less than what he deserves.

Intimate services (ao3) - diner_drama darcy/peggy/natasha, steve/bucky E, 30k

Summary: Darcy Lewis was an up-and-coming successful young professional with an impressive list of accomplishments and a lot to offer to the corporate world.

She was also unemployed and living in her car, but it's important to see past such inconsequential details.

Peggy Carter and Natasha Romanoff were the world's most beautiful power couple, with big domme energy and an honest-to-God castle to live in, and they were looking for a personal assistant to perform some more... intimate duties. A gentlewoman's personal gentlewoman, if you will.

Darcy was pretty sure she'd died and gone to heaven, but heaven probably isn't anywhere near this gay.

May Mansion Reveals (ao3) - Mad_Muse_Musings phil/may/skye, leo/antoine, clint/phil/natasha, natasha/skye, clint/phil, may/jemma/skye

Summary: When the team moves into one of Tony Stark's extra houses, things get shaken up in a lot of lovely ways.

Pardon All My Precious Scars (ao3) - romanticallyinept clint/pietro E, 25k

Summary: It's the first time they've been alone, and the kid's on edge. His shoulders are set and his eyes are narrowed and he's got his arms crossed over that broad chest, but he's exuding cockiness, not confidence.

“My father says you are the best,” he says, looking Clint up and down. “I do not believe him.”

Clint snorts. “He also says you're a Dom,” he says, casually, and slides his hand into one of his gloves, securing the strap. “I'm not all that inclined to believe that, either.”

Pieces Form The Whole (ao3) - t0bemadeofglass loki/natasha E, 40k

Summary: Loki and Natasha decide to experiment with a few kinks they haven't gotten a chance to try yet.

Please Hold (ao3) - Laura Kaye (laurakaye) clint/phil/natasha E, 19k

Summary: Phil hasn’t seen Clint or Natasha in person for three weeks, and he’s got plans for how he and his lovers will be spending their mandatory 72-hour post-mission downtime. Unfortunately, SHIELD has other ideas.

Pocket Full of Reasons (ao3) - 2bestfriends rebecca/natasha E, 19k

Summary: It's all fun and games on an all-expense paid trip to Maui for spring break until she meets Steve's friend. Natasha is magnetic in a way Becca isn't used to, but she'll be damned if she's going to make it easy.

the one with natasha and wanda's agreement (ao3) - kenscarquin wanda/natasha E, 45k

Summary: “What kind of agreement,” she’s whispering her words now, Natasha’s mouth just inches from her own.

“Sex. Friends with benefits. No strings attached. That kind of thing,” Wanda’s knees weaken as Natasha speaks, the words sounding so out of place but at the same time, so fitting coming out of the red head’s mouth. “Are you interested?”

The Woman Who Tricked The Trickster (ao3) - TheFeistyRogue loki/natasha E, 31k

Summary: Loki becomes fascinated with the only woman who managed to trick him, and they begin an intricate game of cat and mouse that only gets more complicated the more they meet. Who is the prey, and who is the predator? And what happens when the lamb and the lion fall in love?

Starting from Natasha and Loki's conversation in the helicarrier, Loki watches Natasha through the collapse of SHIELD and battling Ultron, until he finally confronts her. They continue to meet and their relationship becomes increasingly complex, and Loki realises he may have a heart after all.

Under Her Thumb (ao3) - neon_jellyfish bruce/clint/natasha E, 3k

Summary: Dom!Natasha unwinds with her sub!boyfriends Clint and Bruce after a stressful week for the Avengers

you belong (to me) (ao3) - hermionesmydawg steve/bucky E, 29k

Summary: "Hold on." Bucky lifted a finger and backed out of the doorway, returning a moment later with his cell phone. He snapped a photo of Steve, typed a few words, and then returned to his apple. "What the hell were you doing at a sex club last night?"

"Not having sex, if that's what you're wondering." An alert sounded from Steve's nightstand - a new Snapchat message. He rolled his eyes and unlocked his phone. Sam was always sending stupid Snapchats and frankly, Steve couldn't figure that goddamn app out and cursed whoever created that piece of shit.

The chat wasn't from Sam this time, however. It was a picture of himself, not looking guilty at all, with the caption "when your buddy catches you looking at porn."

OR

Two geriatric super-soldiers learn you're never too old to be kinky.

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[bitrashteddy]

Clint: according to my therapist I need more fem dommes in my life

Nat:

Nat:

Nat: sounds about right

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[devosopmaandag]

“Mijn verleden is een reis van een domme vlinder aan zee”

Alles is heel eenvoudig en ingewikkeld tegelijk, of misschien is het andersom. Het is zondagochtend vroeg, buiten koert een duif, wolken jagen voort, mussen zoeken naar hun dagelijkse voer, de rambler is zijn glorie kwijt, mestgeur komt van de boerderij. Ik ben in Friesland, mijn land van herkomst. We zitten twee weken in het huis van vriendin Froukje in het dorp L. Iedereen kan zich een voorstelling van bovenstaande maken, maar de vragen stapelen zich op. Hoezo krijgen de mussen voer in de zomer? Wat is een 'rambler'? Land van herkomst, maar je bent toch in Indonesië geboren? Of is het Indië? Waarom iets wat eenvoudig is meteen weer ingewikkeld maken?!

Het antwoord op de laatste vraag is: ik lees 'Geboortegrond'* van de Poolse schrijver Czeslaw Milosz (1911-2004), wiens gedichten heel veel voor mij betekenen en die ik vaak herlees. Zo'n beetje alles van hem is vertaald door Gerard Rasch; ik moet dus ook zeggen: de vertalingen van Rasch betekenen heel veel voor mij. Dat dikke boek ligt thuis, en ik mis het, omdat ik nu een heel andere Milosz lees.

Toen ik tweedehands zijn autobiografie vond, verwachtte ik, een beetje naïef, meer te weten te komen over de dichter, maar ik ontmoette de socioloog-historicus-denker. Hij schetst de 20e-eeuwse geschiedenis van het noordelijke Oost-Europa, het gebied dat Rusland, de Baltische staten, Polen en Wit-Rusland beslaat. Zelf is hij in Litouwen geboren, alsof dat zo simpel ligt. Er zijn weinig gebieden op aarde waar grenzen zich zo verschoven als kronkelende rivierbeddingen, waar bevolkingsgroepen en talen zich als olie en water scheidden en of mengden. In die duizelingwekkende tijd en wereld is hij wisselend speelbal, speler en buitenstaander. Het lezen vraagt grote concentratie en is even duizelingwekkend en soms bijna abstract. Milosz' leven valt samen met het Europa in de twintigste eeuw. Maar heel af en toe komt de dichter te voorschijn. Als hij tijdens een bombardement op de grond ligt, boort zijn blik in een steen en twee grassprieten en openbaart zich 'de diepte van de materie' aan hem.

In veel van zijn gedichten voel ik hoe het leven op hem inbeukt, en als hij veel ouder is wat dat leven hem heeft geschonken, geleerd en opgedrongen. In een brief aan vriend A schreef ik hoe lucide en mannelijk 'Geboortegrond' is, en dat zijn gedichten de destillaten van zijn leven zijn. Dat laatste is maar deels waar, bedacht ik, toen ik hier op internet het volgende gedicht van hem vond, weer vertaald door Gerard Rasch. Bedenk dat hij het schreef in 1944, midden in de Tweede Wereldoorlog. Naast die koelbloedige analyse van zijn leven juist dit gedicht ontdekken!

Luchtig gesprek

‘Mijn verleden is een reis van een domme vlinder aan zee.

Mijn toekomst is een tuin waar een kokkin een haan slacht.

Wat heb ik nog, met mijn pijn en mijn oproer?’

‘Neem een ogenblik, één, en wanneer die mooie schelp

Openbuigt, als twee gevouwen handen, wat

Zie je daar dan?’

‘Een parel, een seconde.’

‘Op de bodem van die seconde, parel, een roze straal,

Op de bodem van die seconde, parel, wat zie je daar, goudsmid?

Houdt de weerschijn van een brand je ogen gekluisterd? Of is het de herinnering?’

‘Nee, een ster, een flits.’

‘In één flits, in die ster die de tijd is ontnomen,

Wat zie je wanneer de storm van verandering luwt?’

‘Aarde, hemel en zee, en rijk beladen schepen,

Lentes nat van dauw, en overzeese landen,

Daarnaar, naar deze wonderen in rustige schijn,

Kijk ik en verlang niet meer, want ik ben gelukkig.’

'Geboortegrond' | Czeslaw Milosz | vertaling Gerard Rasch | Uitgeverij De Arbeiderspers 1982 | oorspronkelijke uitgave1959

[late-to-the-party-81]

One for the money, two for the show

AN: So this was a request from @gayhopefullove

Ok maybe only fans star Natasha Romanoff x oy fans star Steve Rogers . Maybe Steve contacts Natasha for a collaboration and when ever they meet they decide to make a video with Dom bottom Natasha and sub top Steve. I'm not good with plots. But can you include her squirting in him multiple times and he has a mommy kink. I'm thinking she also ties him up or something.

Sorry it took me so long, but I hope you enjoy this PWP!

Beta’d by @lunarbuck

Dividers by @firefly-graphics and moodboard/banner by me

Master list

Relationship: Subby! Camboy Steve Rogers x Soft! Mommy! Domme! Camgirl Natasha Romanova

Word Count: 3.5k

CW: Lots of smut. Exhibitionism (cos it’s an Only Fans style ‘verse), Grinding, Squirting, Oral (F receiving), Face sitting, Multiple Orgasms (for F) Hand job with sex toy, Edging (for M) Protected P in V sex, massive Mommy Kink.

When his subscribers had first brought up the idea of a collaboration, Steve wouldn’t say he’d been against it. He was more sceptical that someone as successful (and hot) as Natasha Romanova would even entertain the idea. Which meant it was a bit of a surprise when he was shuffling through his DM’s, and there, in between the outrageous propositions and hate mail, was a message from the woman herself.

It turned out she agreed with both his and her subscribers and, having reviewed his content, thought they could come up with a scene that would be mutually beneficial. Steve’s schtick was the wholesome, golden boy next door/boyfriend experience. He’d make his subscribers feel like the most important person on the earth as he talked them through their orgasms while touching himself.

“You’re making me feel so good, baby. Look at what you do to me. I hope you love it as much as I do. Wanna make you feel good too. Fuck!”

Natasha, on the other hand, had a different persona. The diminutive redhead was domineering, egging on her followers with degradation and commands, ruling over them like a queen to be worshipped.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you? Getting all messy, just for me. But don’t forget, you can’t cum before I do. You want mommy to feel good first, don’t you?”

Steve was very obliging, and Natasha liked to be obliged. There was no reason why it shouldn’t work. So Steve agreed to a meeting with her, attempting to tell himself that it was just professional curiosity that was getting him excited…

He was a bag of nerves, even though he shouldn’t be. He kept telling himself that it was just work, and while at least part of his brain knew that, the other part, along with his dick, was just taken with how hotter Nat was in person. They’d met the first time to check for chemistry and then a second time to work through ideas for the scene. It hadn’t taken Nat, as she preferred to be called out of character, long to identify that Steve had a praise kink a mile wide.

“It’s cute, Stevie.” She patted the back of his hand and tried to suppress a mischievous smile as his cheeks flamed pink. “Never be ashamed of your kinks. And it’s good to know it’s not put on. Means we can get real reactions and make it really good for the viewers.” She walked her fingers further up his forearm and leaned forward so that her lips almost brushed his cheek. “And you wanna be a good boy and do your best, don’t you, Steve?” She sat back with a giggle as Steve choked on a mouthful of saliva.

They’d discussed other kinks, soft and hard limits, and set a date, and now the time had come. 

Steve had arrived at Nat’s loft twenty minutes early and had wasted some time walking around the block. As she liked to use more toys for her videos, they’d agreed it would be easier for him to come to her. He had his ‘business’ backpack slung over one of his shoulders which contained his stash of condoms, lube, a change of briefs, a towel, a water bottle, snacks, and his favourite textured stroker. The last had been at the request of Nat; she wanted him to use something of his own that he was comfortable with.

With only a few minutes before their allotted meeting time, Steve jogged up the steps of Nat’s building and rang the buzzer. Nat’s sunny voice came through the speaker, loud and clear.

“Come on up, Steve!” She pressed the release button, and the front door opened. Shrugging his backpack up higher, Steve walked through and made his way up the stairs, his long legs taking them two at a time. When he got to the top, he was only slightly out of breath, thanks to his regular workout routine. 

Nat was waiting for him at her door, a long red silk robe wrapped around her petite frame. Steve tried not to think too hard about what she might have on underneath it; he’d find out soon enough.

“You ready, big boy? Let me show you the setup.” 

She turned, her robe floating out and allowing him a look at her strong legs, and strode across her apartment as Steve hurriedly entered, closed the door behind him, and toed off his sneakers.

The whole place was open plan, the large bed up on a short dias and beautifully made up with plain white linens.

“So, I’ve got one camera here, sideways pointing to the bed.” She gestured to the small camera on its stand. “And I’ve got another one here, just by the headboard.” Steve nodded, lower lip caught between his teeth. In their discussions, he’d told Nat that this was his first collab. He hadn’t been in the erotic video scene that long - he’d only entered into it after some comments by his friends and a couple of exes had made him think that there might be some money in it. It turned out that Nat had done a few collaborations, but she was exceedingly picky. That knowledge had made Steve’s chest puff up.

“Umm, looks good. Where’s the bathroom? I just wanna freshen up. And I’m gonna start like this, aren’t I? He waved his hand at his skin-tight jeans and white t-shirt.”

“Yes, I think so. Very “All American Good Boy”, don’t you think? Just lose the socks.” Her scarlet-painted lips twitched up and the corners, making him smile as well.

“Absolutely. Back in a moment.”

Steve was true to his word, just taking the few minutes he was in the bathroom to compose himself as well as prepare himself. He did wonder if he should touch himself briefly, get his cock halfway there for the cameras, but just imagining what exactly Nat had in store for him - she’d said she liked to keep an element of mystery, but it would all be inside the bounds they’d discussed - was enough to start him chubbing up.

He walked back out, trying to inject a bit of swagger in his step.

“Where do you want me, Nat?”

“Just sit there on the bed and look cute. I’m going to turn on the cameras, and then from that point on, remember that I’m Mistress or Mommy. Whichever you prefer. Okay, Champ?”

Steve nodded, feeling a little light-headed about the fact that this beautiful woman was about to domme him. He couldn’t wait! He made his way up the small step and settled himself on the bed, facing towards the main camera, which Nat was switching on and focusing. He stashed his condoms, lube, and stroker under the pillows for easy retrieval and then the red ‘record’ light came on, and Steve made sure that now his eyes were firmly fixed on her lithe form.

Nat moved from behind the camera, making her way closer and closer to Steve with feline-like grace. As she did so, she undid the knot on the belt of her robe and let the red silk fall from her shoulders like water off a cliff. Steve’s reaction was all real, his eyes going wide and his face flushing as he took in the black leather bra and panties that looked painted onto her body. The contrast between her bright red hair and lips, milky white skin, and lingerie was striking, and it took all of Steve’s willpower to keep his hands on the bed. He knew he wasn’t to touch her until invited.

“Hey, Stevie.” Nat’s voice was a purr, and Steve gulped, his cock twitching inside his jeans. “Are you going to be a good boy for me?”

“Yes.”

One of her finely arched eyebrows rose as she looked down at him.

“Yes, what, baby?”

Steve’s eyelids fluttered at her tone, excitement rising within him.

“Yes. I’m going to be a good boy for you, Mommy.”

Nat smiled, dark and predatory, and cupped his cheek with her small hand. Steve found himself nuzzling into it instinctively.

“Take your shirt off then. Show me what you have hidden under there.”

Steve forced himself to take it slowly for the camera when all his body wanted to do was strip naked as quickly as possible for the goddess in front of him. The soft fabric dropped to the ground, and Nat stepped closer, wedging her body between Steve’s denim-covered thighs. Her hands ghosted over his chest, covered with a light sprinkling of golden hair, her palms oh-so-lightly brushing his small pink nipples, and Steve let out a pleasured sigh.

“You sensitive, Stevie? So responsive.”

Nat bent over and pressed her lips to Steve’s, one perfectly manicured hand sliding up to tangle in the hair at the nape of his neck. She gave a slow tug, making Steve tip his head back, and she deepened the kiss, her lips pushing his apart and her tongue darting in to claim him. When he let out a whimper, Nat abruptly broke the kiss, pushing his head away.

“Take off your jeans, sweet boy, and then lie down on the bed. Mommy wants to take a ride.”

Steve did as she asked, letting his pants pool by the side of the bed, and then scooted backwards so he could lie down on his back. He watched Nat climb up onto the bed, body full of grace as she moved over him on all fours until her thighs straddled his hips. She lowered herself so that she was sitting right over his cock, and it was at that moment that Steve realised that her panties were split crotch. The only thing now separating them was the thin layer of his boxers.

“Oh, fuck!” The exclamation left his throat involuntarily, and his hands fisted into the sheets.

Nat smiled and placed one of her hands back on Steve’s chest. Then she started to rock against him.

“Just stay still for me, baby. Let me use you to get myself off. Mmmm, feels good.”

Steve watched as Nat palmed at her breast over her bra with her free hand, the fingers of the one resting on him curling, nails digging slightly into his flesh. His cock was so hard under her, and he could feel his underwear getting damp from her arousal.

“Please, can I touch you? You’re so pretty.”

Nat gasped as a particularly forceful rock nudged her clit over the tip of his cock.

“Yes, Stevie. Take off my bra and play with my tits. I want you to worship them.”

Steve sat up, hands going behind Nat’s back, and easily finding the clasp. He pulled the leather from her body to reveal her breasts, rosy nipples puckering as the cool air hit them. With a groan, Steve latched onto one with his mouth and the other with his hand. Nat gave a sharp inhale, and her hands went to Steve’s head, holding him in place as his tongue laved over one breast and then the other. She continued to rock, getting faster and grinding down harder as her orgasm approached.

“Such a good boy for me, gonna make me cum. You’re gonna make Mommy cum, baby. Oh God! Yes!”

Nat shuddered against him and he felt the gush of her release soaking his briefs and, dear lord, he almost came then and there. She continued to rub against him, her movements becoming jerky as she worked herself through the aftershocks. When she finally came back to earth, she looked down at Steve with a grin, easing his head away from her chest. Steve knew he must have the most dopey look on his face.

“Mmmm, I’m gonna have fun with you. Do you think you can give me more orgasms? I bet you’ve got a talented tongue. Do you wanna make me cum with it, Stevie?”

Steve couldn’t lie flat fast enough, his hands flying to Nat’s hip and trying to drag her up his body. He wanted to bury his face in her wet heat, feel her cum all over him. He let out another needy whine. She chuckled at his enthusiasm and allowed him to manhandle her, settling her over his face.

“Sit on me, please. Need to feel you, Mommy.”

“Music to my ears, baby.” She let her weight drop, and Steve was in heaven. His fingers gripped her thighs as he was enveloped by her musky scent. He thrust his tongue out, slotting it through her folds to find her clit. He started to tease it as she rocked on his face. Steve glanced up to find her gripping the headboard, head thrown back in pleasure.

“Oh, that’s it, baby. That’s it. Fuck!” A small shift of her hips and Steve had moved Nat so that he could slide his tongue deep into her pussy and nudge his nose across her throbbing bundle of nerves. He delved into her, using his tongue to taste every part of her he could reach, getting pleasure from Nat receiving hers. Her moans filled his ears like the sweetest song, and her juices filled his mouth like the sweetest ambrosia. If he died now, he’d be a happy man.

Nat came again with a cry, flooding Steve’s face and mouth with her cum. He lapped up as much as he could, swallowing it down, his hands urging her hips to move more, wanting to wring every ounce of ecstasy from her body.

“Yes, Steve! Yes! Yes!”

A second wave hit her, Steve could feel her tremble and tasted another gush of cum, and he moved to suckle on her sensitive clit again, looking up at her from between her thighs. She looked both wrecked and goddess-like, and there was a swell of pride in his chest from making her feel this way.

Nat’s movements slowed, and Steve took that as a sign that he should stop and allow her to recover her equilibrium. Holding her with his strong hands, he rolled, gently depositing her on the bed next to him, closest to the camera.

“Kiss me, baby. Let me taste what you did to me.” Her voice was breathy as she tried to regain control of her lungs. Steve cupped the back of her head reverentially and pressed his lips to hers, letting her control the depth and intensity of the kiss. His cock, still clad in his sodden briefs, rubbed up against her thigh, reminding him how hard he was. Nat’s hands skimmed his body and started to push the fabric away.

“I’m gonna help you feel good now, sweet boy.”

Steve kicked his underwear off as Nat reached under the pillow, retrieving the bottle of lube and then the stroker. She squirted a healthy dollop inside the textured silicone tube and then took hold of Steve’s rock-hard dick. She gave it a few strokes, a twinkle in her eye as Steve let out a moan at the touch of her soft fingers.

“All of this for me? My, my, what a lucky girl I am. Now, listen carefully. I’m going to touch you, gonna give you what your want, but if you want a shot at fucking Mommy’s pussy, you won’t cum. Understand?”

When she squeezed her hand around him, Steve squeezed his eyes shut. He was already on a hair trigger, but he knew he could do it. He had too, and not just because of how good it would be for the video. He wanted to please Nat, and he wanted that ultimate reward. He opened his eyes again and looked right at her.

“I understand, Mommy. I can do it. I can do it for you.”

With a smile, Nat slid the stroker down Steve’s cock, then giggled at his sudden indrawn breath.

“Ohh, you do like that, don’t you?”  She drew her lower lip between her teeth as she ran the stroker up and down him while he rested on his shaky knees next to her. His hands were palm down on his thighs, and he looked down at her through hooded eyelids as she worked him. Darts of sensation shot through him, and he couldn’t hold back the sounds that had been trying to escape him, which only seemed to spur Nat on more.

“That’s it, baby. Let me hear those noises. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”

“It’s so good, Mommy. So good.”

“Yeah?” Nat stopped moving her hand, and Steve whimpered. “Fuck yourself into my hand. But remember, don’t cum. And don’t stop until I tell you.”

“Mmm-hmm.” He nodded vigorously and snapped his hips, the tip of his cock sliding out of the end of the stroker. Nat lent forwards and let a string of saliva fall onto it. “Mommy!” Steve thought he was going to implode. His hips moved faster, the pleasure building. He was imagining rutting into her warm pussy, imagining how good it would feel. He needed to hold back, he needed to not cum, because he so wanted that chance, but it felt so good, and Nat hadn’t told him to stop…

“Nat! Mommy! I’m so close. Please! Can I stop? I don’t wanna cum yet. Don’t wanna cum like this.”

“You wanna fuck Mommy, baby? Wanna fill me up with this big cock of yours? Suck on my tits and cum inside me?”

Steve was light-headed from her words and the images in his head. “Yes! Yes! I want that, please! Please, can I stop?”

Nat didn’t respond with words but instead pulled the stroker off of Steve’s weeping dick without warning. His hips stuttered at the loss of sensation, and he gasped. Nat threw the toy to the side and settled back down on the bed, arms and legs wide, inviting him between them.

“You’ve earned it, baby. Fuck me til I cum again, and then you can cum. You can do that, can’t you?” Nat stroked her hand down Steve’s cheek as he settled on his knees, leaning over her. He kissed her then, with fierce passion, and she wound her arms around his neck. Steve snagged a condom from under the pillow and rolled it on with practised ease before letting himself sink into her. 

His eyes almost rolled back in his head as he felt himself be enveloped by her, by her warm softness. His hips came down to rest in the cradle of her pelvis as he started to move. Nat lifted her legs to wrap around his narrow waist, locking her ankles together and pulling him even further into her, even as she broke the kiss.

“Play with my tits, baby. Wanna feel you suck on them.”

Steve didn’t need to be asked twice, trailing his mouth down her throat and back to the wondrous peaks he’d worshipped earlier, his arms wrapped around her body as he thrust into her like a man possessed. He’d almost forgotten he had to get Nat to cum first, but luckily his angle and the associated friction, along with her sensitivity, helped him out.

“That’s it, Stevie. Just like that. Keep going. I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum!”

When she started to spasm around him, Steve thought he’d died and gone to heaven, wishing he’d been able to do this without the condom between them. He wanted to feel her warm cum soaking his cock, actually feel her without the thin but necessary barrier.

“Can I cum? Please, can I cum?” He knew he was whining, knew he sounded utterly pathetic, but he needed it now. Needed to find ecstasy within the clutch of her body. Nat pulled his face back up to hers and kissed his lips and jaw and neck, fingernails digging into his shoulders as bolts of pleasure continued to wrack her body.

“Yes. Cum for me, baby. Give Mommy your cum. It’s all for me, isn’t it?”

Steve knew she wanted an answer, but he was incapable of speech as he finally let go of the tenuous hold he’d had on his body’s control.

He came hard.

Harder than he had in any of his solo vids.

Harder than he had when playing alone in the privacy of his own room. 

He was cumming, and cumming, and for a moment, was worried he’d completely flood the condom. His hips bucked, and his head was buried in the crook of Nat’s neck, the feeling of pleasure almost completely overwhelming him.

It took a few moments to realise that he’d stilled, Nat petting his hair and talking sweetly into his ear.

“Shh, baby. That’s it. That’s it. You’ve been such a good boy for me today. It’s alright.”

But all Steve could think about was how he’d really like to do this again, but next time, without the cameras.

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[caroldantops]

candy au is objectively (im not being bias or anything) the best best au pepper and nat and all of them (i’m being extremely biased) 🥰🥰

i rlly need to write an official fic set in candy au because ur so right it IS the best. it’s got everything. strict but soft domme pepper. good little switch nat. and bratty wanda to torture reader!

#candy au

[politirapporten]

RANDERS: Østjyllands Politi fremstiller tirsdag kl. 13.00 en 40-årig mand i grundlovsforhør ved Retten i Randers. Han sigtes for flere indbrud og indbrudsforsøg.  Natten til tirsdag kl. 00.52 ringede en beboer på Spurvevej i Randers NØ og fortalte, at han var blevet vækket af noget larm i køkkenet, og da han stod op, så han en fremmed mand, der var brudt ind og nu gik rundt i huset. Beboeren ringede 112, og kort efter var en patrulje på stedet. Da betjentene kom ind i huset, traf de den 40-årige mand, som straks blev anholdt og sigtet for forsøg på indbrudstyveri. Ud over indbruddet på Spurvevej sigtes den 40-årige også for flere forhold begået samme nat i samme område: Forsøg på indbrudstyveri i nogle kælderrum på Nørrebrogade, forsøg på at bryde ind i en villa på Nørrebrogade, hvor han dog blev opdaget og stak af, og forsøg på tyveri fra en bil, der holdt på Frederiksgade, hvor den fik knust en rude. Den 40-årige har en række domme bag sig for lignende kriminalitet og fremstilles på den baggrund i grundlovsforhør med henblik på varetægtsfængsling.

[wndrcarol]

Bestie how’s the domme nat fic goingggfg ☺️☺️❤️❤️ so excited to read ittttt

I’ve got the ending down! and part of the smut so now I’ve gotta build up the beginning and connect it all and throw in some dirty words 😚

#anon #answered #I’m also working on a sharon fic and I’m super excited for that to be put out #but domme nat coming soon 😌

[callsign-phoenix]

I wrote this for the kinktober event, I hope you like it!

It is a Natasha ‘Phoenix’ Trace x female!reader imagine.

Thank you @marvelandotherfandomimagines for proofreading and @topguncortez for the gorgeous header!

Kinktober day 20: overstimulation

Warnings: overstimulation, dom/sub dynamics, 18+

Natasha was a natural domme, it came to her as naturally as breathing.

The moment she had first pressed her lips to yours she had been leading the kiss and every touch of her hands only added to it.

She was also very much taking care of you outside of the bedroom, but in your moments of intimacy it showed the most.

While she was absolutely gentle with you she bossed you around occasionally and she definitely took charge in every way, making sure you came but also sometimes teasing you by doing the exact opposite.

It was a game to her but she loved to play it in all kinds of ways, so overstimulation was definitely a part of it.

It was always a lot for you to take but you did so because you loved her dearly, and it brought her and you great satisfaction.

“Right, lay still for me, baby,” Nat whispered as she pulled off your pants, and you knew better than to reach out to touch her.

You nodded breathlessly, digging your hands into the sheets below you in preparation for what was to come.

Nat was on you like a bee to honey, licking at your thighs and core like her life depended on it.

You were breathless and moaning in seconds and tried your best not to reach out to touch her as she slowly but surely coaxed an orgasm out of you.

One of your hands found its way into her hair but Nat pushed it away, looking up at you with a stern face.

“Don’t,” she whispered dangerously as her fingers found your clit, pressing down on it purposely.

It sent shocks through your nervous system that was already strained from your orgasm, and you felt the muscles of your thighs clench around nothing.

You moaned in protest but Nat just smiled at you teasingly, taking a but of pressure off of her fingers so you could get a bit of rest.

When she felt like you had rested enough she sent you another glance before moving back to lick your clit, using one finger to slip inside you.

She knew exactly where to touch you and you were begging her before you knew it, moans and whimpers leaving your lips while she just chuckled against your core.

You could feel her smile against your skin as she angled her finger just right while also slipping in a second one and you came again, your walls clenching around her ringed fingers inside you.

You wanted nothing more than to touch her but you didn’t because those were her rules, instead you pulled at the sheets below you as a moan tore through you, doing everything in your power not to reach out to her.

Your orgasm was strong but Nat didn’t let up, she kept licking and fingering you.

You were beyond sensitive and she knew it, she could see the way your thighs quivered and the way you looked at her, but she still kept going.

You let out desperate whimpers, but Nat didn’t listen.

You didn’t feel like you could keep going but you did it for her, just laying as still as you could and willing yourself not to move away.

The next orgasm built quickly and you could feel tears running down your cheeks as you came again, screaming your lover’s name as you did so.

You could finally feel Natasha pulling away, her fingers still inside of you but the rhythm also slowing to a halt.

When she stopped touching you she looked into your eyes, seeing the tears and giving you a very delicate and comforting smile.

She pulled her hand away from you and lifted it towards her lips, sucking her fingers clean from your juices before reaching out to wipe the tears from your eyes.

She leaned in to kiss your cheeks, collecting some of your salty tears before connecting her lips with yours.

“You did so well for me, baby,” she whispered softly as she looked at you, stroking the side of your face gently with the back of her hand.

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[teribite]

Adulthood was kind to Fidelis.

#this is my smol awkward drow monk #somehow she scored a hot domme by the dumbluck of a nat 20 on her flirt #She started out with her child name Gaila #conceptually this is when shes in her late 200's about level 15 or 20 #she chose Fidelis as it meant loyalty #and so her partner could call her Fido #fun fact: that is where the name fido originates #dnd monk #5e #drow #teriart #i somehow didnt light the piece on fire when coloring #it's a gods confounding miracle