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ilovenatasharomanoff2-0 · 1 month

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Okay so I’m new to the blog and I saw requests were open! So kind, dom Nat or Wanda with fem sub R who is very submissive good girl golden retriever vibes, but Nat/Wanda is sadistic so she finds the smallest reasons to punish R and R just goes along with it? Maybe slight mistress kink? 👀

Baby, my love

warnings: a teeny bit of degradation, fingering, praise, riding, ass groping? I don't know. strap on

word count: 2.7k

pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader (Minors and men dni!!)

A/n: Bro, this is so cheeks because I have had such a long break, bru. I'm so rusty. Please save me. (I started getting lazy at the end cause I got bored and tired sowwy.)

"So cute," Natasha gazes at you with admiration as you peruse the restaurant menu. Your undivided attention is fixed on the pricey delicacies listed before you when, suddenly, her hushed compliment causes you to snap out of your menu-induced trance and meet her gaze.

"What?" You ask Natasha, only now coming out of your trance and paying full attention to your girlfriend.

"I said you're so cute, baby, So focused," she tells you. As you sit across from her in the dimly lit booth, she leans forward and reaches a hand across the table. Her fingers wrap around the salt crusher, which she begins to toy with absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands absentmindedly. Despite her focus on you, you can't help but notice the veins that protrude from her weathered hands.

As you catch a glimpse of Natasha, your cheeks instantly flush red, and you feel the heat rising on your face. Despite being together for over three years, she still has the power to make your heart skip a beat and leave you feeling butterflies. Your lips curl up into a grin, and you can't help but feel giddy as you realize how much you still adore her.

"I - thank you," you stutter out to her. A low chuckle escapes her lips as she gazes around the restaurant. She seems to be looking for someone specific, perhaps the waitress. And just as if on cue, the waitress approaches your table seconds later, timing it perfectly with her search.

"Are you feeling nervous for me already, my love? It's funny how you worry so much even though I haven't done anything yet," she says with a gentle sigh, a hint of amusement playing at the corners of her mouth. She looks up at you with a small smile, her eyes sparkling with affection and gratitude for your concern.

"I have nothing to worry about. You just—" but were interrupted by the waitress's appearance. She appeared from around the restaurant's corner, clad in a crisp uniform and carrying a notepad and pen. The steamy conversation was put on hold as she approached your table to finally take your orders.

As the waitress completes taking down Natasha's order, she turns her attention towards you. A warm smile graces her face, and you can't help but feel a sense of comfort in her presence. You reciprocate with a small smile, not wanting to appear impolite, as you place your dinner order. The soft murmur of other diners and the aroma of delicious food fill the air, making for a cozy ambiance.

"Perfect! I'll be back in a couple minutes to bring your food out!"The waitress says before walking away to assist other tables.

As you sat there, the soothing sound of low jazz filled your ears, enveloping you in a sense of calm and tranquility. For a few blissful moments, you were lost in the music, feeling your worries slip away. However, your reverie was abruptly interrupted by Natasha, who shattered the peaceful atmosphere with her sudden words.

"So, do you like her now?"

"W-what are you talking about nat? Do I like who?"

"Oh, please. Don't act like you don't know. The waitress."

"Natasha, I'm seriously not in the mood for this bullshit right now." You tell her; an exaggerated groan leaves your mouth as you put your face in your hands.

" Watch your fucking mouth y/n. You were all on her right? Smiling at each other like I wasn't here?"

The air grew still between you and Natasha, punctuated only by the sound of your own breath as you lifted your head to meet her gaze. The weight of the moment hung heavy in the air, pregnant with unspoken thoughts and emotions.

"But, she could never fuck you like I do, huh?"

You feel a sudden stillness in the air like time has slowed. Your cheeks start to flush with embarrassment once again. It takes a moment to fully comprehend Natasha's words. You can't help but wonder how she could be so uninhibited and unconcerned about expressing herself in such a public setting.

"Answer me, y/n."

"No, Natasha." As you begin to respond to her, you feel a slight discomfort between your legs. You shift your weight, crossing your legs to alleviate the buildup of heat and tension. Your words come out slowly as you try to maintain your composure.

"Good fucking girl," As you sit there, she leans in and whispers into your ear, her smirk growing wider with each passing moment. You can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin, and her words have a powerful effect on you, making your heart race and your mind spin. Despite your best efforts to remain composed, you can't help but feel a little bit helpless in her presence.

The rest of dinner was a torcher for you, and Natasha slowly lured you into her trap. It was too easy for her to have you melt in her hands. The night was filled with low teasing words that spilled from Natahsa's mouth, her shoe running up and down your leg. Only provoking the wetness between your legs.

As soon as the check arrived, Natahsa swiftly took out her wallet and paid without any delay. She made sure to leave a generous tip, expressing her gratitude for the excellent service. Without wasting any time, she grabbed your hand and hurriedly rushed back to the car, eager to have time with you.

During the seemingly long ride back to your New York apartment, you felt her veiny hand placed on your thigh, exerting a firm and steady pressure as she squeezed it. The touch of her hand sent shivers down your spine, and you couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind at that moment.

"'M sorry, Nat. I won't do it again," you tell her softly, just loud enough to be heard over the music playing in the car.

"You can try that cute apology again at home when I'm fucking your brains out, sweetheart."

Butterflies erupt from your stomach once more; you don't know how Natasha can be so collected when saying all these vulgar things to you.

You, on the other hand, had your legs squeezed together to get some sort of friction. Natasha's hand was inching closer and closer to your core making you more needy for her than you already were.

Natasha pulls the car into her designated parking spot with a sense of urgency, as if she can't wait to get inside. Without a moment's hesitation, she takes hold of your arm and guides you out of the vehicle and into the building. Her hand swiftly finds the key to the shared apartment, which she deftly inserts into the lock and turns with a satisfying click. Within seconds, the door swings open, revealing the cozy interior of your home.

Without any delay, she swiftly makes her way to your bedroom, determined to get you there as quickly and as safely as possible. Once there, she handles you with the utmost care and delicacy, making sure not to cause any further discomfort or harm as she gently eases you onto the bed.

Natasha makes her way onto the bed, looking at you with her full attention. Her hands clasp around your face, slowly bringing you into a kiss.

After a few seconds, she pulls away, her hungry eyes staring into yours. Her hands carefully and quickly come down to the zipper of your silk dress, slowly zipping down, until you were left wearing your bra and panties.

"So fucking gorgeous pretty girl. Can't even blame that waiter for wanting you."

All you can do is look up at her and whine, needing to feel her on you. In you.

Her lips travel swiftly down to your neck, leaving a trail of wet and passionate kisses that send shivers down your spine.

Small moans leave your mouth when you feel Natasha's hand slowly make its way down to your pussy, her two fingers brushing over your panties. Her mouth leaves your neck slowly. Natasha kneels down to admire your exquisite beauty. She gazes at you with wonder and amazement, taking in every detail of your stunning appearance. Her eyes scan every curve and contour of your being as she marvels at your magnificence.

"Baby, make sure to enjoy this moment because this is the most gentle I'll be tonight," she whispers softly into your ear. Her breath against your skin sends shivers down your spine as you feel her warm embrace.

Natasha doesn't waste time taking off your bra, leaving it on your chest. Her fingers move back down to your panties, this time moving them to the side to admire your wetness.

"Holy shit, you're this fuckin' wet, and I haven't even done anything." She laughs to herself as she looks at your desperate face, begging her to fuck you without having to say anything.

"P-please Nat," you moan out with desperation. you plead with Nat in a small and helpless voice.

"Please, what princess? What do you want me to do to this fucking cunt?"

Your face slowly lights up from Natasha's words. "Just want you inside." You whisper out to her.

"What was that y/n? I don't think I heard you." Oh, Natasha heard you.

"I-fuck. I just want you inside my pussy Natasha!" You finally yell at her, your head leaning against the pillow so you won't have to look at her.

"Yes, ma'am," She tells you and pulls down your panties, tossing them to them behind her. Two of her fingers direct themselves back to your pussy, slowly gliding over your slit. She groans when she feels your wetness on her slim fingers. She lifts her hand up from your pussy to show you your wetness.

"Look at me, baby, look at how fucking wet you are."

You look up at her again, her eyes fixated on her fingers. She slowly spreads them apart, your slick moving with her fingers. She carefully places her two fingers into her mouth and moans at your taste, her eyes now locked in on you.

Her fingers lead back to your pussy for the 3rd time; this time, she pushes her two wet fingers into your cunt. A loud moan ejects from your mouth.

"Oh baby, you're already clenchin' around my fingers, and I haven't even moved them yet.

It was almost like you forgot to talk at that moment. The one thing you had been craving was finally here. The only way you could express your pleasure was to moan into her.

You were a mess, to say the least. Your eyes are drowsy as Natasha speeds her long fingers into your pussy, slick running down your soft thighs. Your hips bucked back and forth to meet the fast thrust of Natasha's fingers.

Natasha's thumb makes contact with your clit, rolling the bud in a circular motion. Shattered breaths and whimpers escape from your mouth, the room filling with the sound of your wetness. Her fingers curl slightly into your cunt, and a low plea finds its way out of you.

"I can feel you squeezing around me, my love. Are you close already? You poor thing, do I make you feel good?" she asks.

"Mm-ph, yes!" You manage to squeal. Natasha pulls her now, sopping wet fingers out of your cunt right as you are on the edge. You knew it was too good to be true. The way she gave into you so easily.

"Think you deserve to cum that fucking easy, my good girl?"

You were too fucked out to reply to Natasha, only moaning and lifting your hips up to her leg, which she quickly moves away, leaving you no source of pleasure.

"Answer my question, baby. Do you think a little disobedient slut like you deserves to cum?"

"N-no."

"That's a Good answer, my love. I have two options: I can leave you needy all night and not touch you, or you can work for it. Which one?

"Two." You groan out, your high thoroughly washed over now, bringing you back to reality. Natasha just smiles at you and walks away for a few minutes. Coming back in only her sports bra and a pair of Calvin Klein boxers that had that seemingly noticeable bulge.

Natasha gets on the bed again, lying down and signaling her eyes at you to straddle her.

"Natasha, what are you actually doing?" You question her as you move your body on hers.

"Gotta work for what you want. And...you do want to cum tonight, don't you?"

You tilted your head slightly and moved it slowly, in deliberate motion, indicating your agreement or understanding.

"Then you can ride my fucking cock and cum that way, okay?"

"You're not going to help?" you ask her. You were never able to get off without Natasha's help. It was almost impossible, ever since the first time you both had the most intimate sex ever, she had a chokehold on you.

"Why do you need my help? You can go and flirt with other people, so I suspect you can do this, can't you?

You give a subtle nod, feeling a hint of skepticism creeping up. It's hard to believe that what you've just heard is true. Nonetheless, you try to keep an open mind and remain composed.

"The more you wait, the further away you are from coming."

You don't waste a second longer. You plam the outside of Natasha's gray boxers. She lets out a little sigh and grasps your ass. After feeling her through her boxers, you slowly pull them down, her large strap springing up and hitting her stomach. She looks you up and down smugly, her abs clenching at the thought of you.

You slowly spit on her cock, sliding your hand up and down her base as she just watches. You finally start to sit down, her cock, your face already contouring with pleasure. Natasha throws her hands behind her head, loving the view of your hands on her stomach as you sink down on her cock.

You need no time to start riding her like your life depended on it. Whispers of her name leave your mouth as you feel how she stuffs you.

"Keep on riding me just like that, love."

You move your hips back and forth, trying to get an immense amount of pleasure out of riding her. Your high wasn't building, only the frustration that came with it. You speed up your hips. Nothing. You try bouncing up and down on her cock. Nothing. She can tell that you are struggling; it's evident in your face and the rhythm of your slurred movements.

Natasha loves seeing you like this. She knows she's why you have difficulty coming undone without her help. She knows that no other lousy girl can fuck you the way she does. You were hers.

"Natasha, please. I'm sorry for what I did. I promise it's not going to happen again." You whine out to her, and your eyes start to water.

"Fine, but only because you asked so nicely."

Nat positions her legs in a bent way where your back can lean against them. Her hips quickly get to work. Fucking themselves into you at a rapid pace. The room was filled with moans from both of your mouths and the sound of skin slapping against one another.

"Look so fucking pretty like this. Can't even fuck yourself without my help. Pathetic."

You only moan at her words that bring you closer to the edge, her hips moving at a slower pace but fucking yours harder. Her hands gripped your ass tightly as she fucked you, not giving two fucks if the neighbors heard you. She wanted them to know that you were hers.

Your eyes are closed; your focus is on how good Natasha fucks your efforts.

"This pussy is so tight, shit." She moans out to you.

"So close, Nat, please don't stop."

And she doesn't. She works her hips like a god, her eyes fixated on how your greedy pussy swallows her cock. She's mesmerized by it all.

"Go ahead, baby, cum all over this cock." You need no other confirmation. Your eyes squeeze shut even harder, and your grip on her hips becomes stronger as high-pitched moans leave your mouth. You body slumps down on Natasha's as you catch your breath, she admires you from above.

"you did so well for me, y/n. But I don't know if I'm down with you yet, sweetheart.

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 30 days

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Calling On You

Wanda Maximoff × Natasha Romanoff x fem!Avenger!reader

Summary: When your ex Natasha calls up needing your help, you come to her rescue like you always have.

Word count: 3.8K

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, anxiety/panic attacks, hurt and comfort, thigh riding, N calls R Mistress, R fingers N

A/N: I love this little piece. Also should mention this is hurt/comfort and smutty with a happy ending!

“Hey I know we haven't talked since we broke up, but I'm having a breakdown and I didn't know who else to call…” Nat talked into the phone, the answering machine. “I-” Nat was cut off by the answering machine beeping as she hung up, “I need you…”

Nat wasn't okay when her head got like this. When everything was quiet except for her thoughts that were overwhelmingly loud about how terrible she was for everything she had done over the years. All the red in her ledger was overwhelming. Natasha Romanoff is not a good person no matter how many good things she had done.

Natasha too wrapped up in her overwhelming thoughts didn't hear you come in as you ran up to her, dropping your bag and cupping the former assassin's cheeks.

Clearly in the middle of a major depressive episode, her eyes searching yours trying to figure out if you were in fact real.

“...you came…” Natasha whispered.

“You called.” It was a simple response, but one that resonated with Natasha as you pulled back slightly, opening up your arms for her to come crashing into. “I've got you Tasha. I'm not going to let anyone or anything hurt you, including yourself.” Natasha started crying, heaving sobs as she tried to breath properly. “Shhhh it's okay. I'm here. Can you tell me 5 things you can see?” Natasha still sobbing looked around.

“My bookshelf, my TV, your bag, my peanut butter sandwich, you.”

“4 things you can touch?”

“The floor, my shirt, the curtains, you.”

“3 things you can hear?”

“The cars outside, the neighbors TV, your breathing.”

“Two things you can smell?”

“My peanut butter sandwich, your perfume.” Natasha was nervous. The last one you were about to ask Natasha had only ever had one response and you could tell she wasn't sure if it would be okay now.

“One thing you can taste?” Natasha let her eyes flick between your eyes and your lips. You cupped her cheek letting your thumb pad rub her cheek.

“Y-you?” Natasha questioned, but to you it wasn't; it never would be. You leaned in and kissed your ex softly, your strawberry lip gloss getting transferred onto her own dry and cracked lips. You pulled away, leaning your forehead against Natasha's.

“Feel better?” You ask and Tasha nods. “Good now I know exactly what you need.” You stood up, helping Natasha up and putting her back in front of her peanut butter sandwich. “Eat please. I'm going to get everything together.” You kissed her temple before disappearing into the other room.

Tasha did as told and ate. She heard you shuffling around and then the scent hit her, popcorn, a smile spread on her face. Suddenly she knew what you were doing, a movie night.

The two of you were on the couch watching spy movies, Natasha’s favorites as she recited them word for word during her favorite parts which you always loved to hear. A smile on your lips as you watched her intently. Natasha knew you were watching her, of course she did. She's a trained assassin and spy, but having your eyes on her was always her favorite.

You don’t remember when it happened exactly, but Natasha was now laying on top of you with a blanket covering the two of you on her couch. John Wick forgotten in the background as your eyes closed along with her, running your fingers through her red and blonde locks.

When the two of you broke up her hair was short and dyed blonde for a new identity she had taken on. One you couldn’t be a part of, that was now two years ago.

Natasha never decided to cut or re-dye the blonde, but if you were being honest this was one of your favorite looks that the spy has pulled off.

Natasha ends up falling asleep on you and slowly you move until she’s grumbling, straddling your lap as you smile, “Shhhh milaya devushka.” (sweet girl) you coo as she settles into your body, fitting perfectly like she always did, face buried in your neck. You hook your arms under her thighs, picking her up easily thanks to your super-human strength.

Flashback

The first time you picked up Natasha she was surprised because you're smaller than her, much smaller. It was something that took her off guard when in the middle of a mission and you guys were ambushed, bullets flying you rushed to her side when one pierced her, picking her up without a second thought, holding her bridal style and yelling over the coms, “Natasha’s been hit, I’m getting her to safety!” Steve gave a quick reply that he could handle things.

You hadn’t been with the group long at that point and at that point besides Fury and Tony no one knew the full extent of your powers. You had told the group of having a stockpile power. The more you got hit the more you could dish back out, but you also had super strength, a speed boost, and super durability along with advanced healing.

“H-how are you doing this!?” Natasha asked as you ran quickly, dodging bullets and knocking out enemies along the way.

“I have super strength, speed, durability, and healing. Can we discuss this after I’ve gotten you to a safe place?” You ask, getting her in the passenger seat of a car, getting yourself into the driver's seat and peeling off.

“Fury. Agent Romanoff has been hit. En route to S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospital.”

“Is Cap and Falcon holding it down?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Update me in an hour.”

You did just that as you sat next to Natasha, they pulled the bullet out and stitched her up. “Tasha, you have to be more careful...” you spoke somberly.

“I do what needs to get done for the mission.” She replies.

“Don’t do that with me Tasha. Don’t go cold.”

“You know I’m not trying to be cold, but this is who I am. On missions I only think about that.” Natasha defends herself.

“Tasha...I love you so can you at least try?” The words catch her off guard so much so that she can’t even form words. You put your hand behind her neck leaning your foreheads together. “Please for me Tasha.” you whisper.

“O-okay...” You let your lips brush hers, waiting for her to reciprocate and when she does you melt into the kiss, into her.

End Flashback

You watched Natasha for a few moments, breathing evened out, lips slightly parted. Your attention is pulled away as your phone vibrates in your pocket, it's your girlfriend. You slip back out to the living room trying not to disturb her, but Natasha is a light sleeper.

"Hey, Wands. Sorry I rushed out the door earlier," You apologized, trying to keep your voice low.

"Where did you run off to?" Wanda inquired, her concern evident in her tone.

"Tasha called me," You admitted, knowing that honesty was the foundation of your relationship.

There was a pause on the other end of the line before Wanda spoke again. "She hasn't called you since you two broke up. What happened?"

You sighed, explaining the situation to Wanda. "She was having a really bad night. She needed some grounding."

"Will you be coming home tonight?" Wanda asked, her concern shifting to the practicalities of our shared life.

"I don't think so," You replied honestly.

It was quiet for a moment before you decided to be completely transparent. "Wands, I'm going to be honest with you. Natasha and I kissed. It was always a part of grounding her back, and you should know that because I'd never lie to you."

Wanda absorbed the information, and after a thoughtful pause, she asked, "Do you think anything else is going to happen?"

"I don't think so. She's sleeping now. We just had a movie night, watched her spy movies, a little bit of cuddling, but she was tired from her panic attack," you explained.

"Well, if anything does, you have permission," Wanda granted, her trust in our relationship evident.

"You're so cute, Wands. I know you'd want to be here for that," you teased, feeling the warmth of your connection even through the phone.

"S-shut up, Y/N/N. Just enjoy the rest of your night. I'm gonna see what Carol and Val are up to tonight," Wanda chuckled.

"Okay, pretty girl. You have fun too, okay?" You told her.

"Of course. Whatever I end up doing is going to be fun. I love you, Detka," Wanda declared affectionately.

"I love you too, querida,(dear)" you replied before hanging up.

With a Gatorade in hand, you made your way back to Natasha's room, choosing an old shirt of hers from the closet. The shirt was large on you, but you loved the comfort it brought. Opting to go without pants, you crawled into bed, wrapping your arms around Natasha.

She stirred, her eyes meeting your own in the dim light. "I thought you were asleep, meu amor," you whispered, pushing some hair out of her face and cupping her cheek.

You saw a shiver run through her, and a smile played on your lips as you settled in for the night, grateful for the warmth and connection that surrounded the two of you.

"You're still here..." Tasha whispered, barely audible.

"Yeah, of course. Wanda called because of how quickly I left the house earlier. She's going to go have some fun with Carol and Val," you explained softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Natasha's face.

Her emerald eyes searched yours, a hint of vulnerability lurking behind their depths. "What about you?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper.

A smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you tightened your hold around her, drawing her closer to you. "I am going to stay right here," you replied, your voice low and reassuring. "And take care of you. Whatever that entails."

You felt her body relax against your own, her warmth seeping into your skin as she nestled closer. But you needed to hear it from her, to know that she wanted this as much as you did.

"So tell me, using those big girl words of yours, what is it you want out of this?" You asked, your voice deepening with desire. You knew the effect your voice had on her. It was a connection that transcended any physical touch, an enchantment that bound the two of you together in a dance of desire and longing.

"What can we do?" Natasha ask. A mischievous grin played on your lips as I watched Natasha's reaction, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at your teasing words.

"Anything, sweetie," You reiterated, your voice low and suggestive. "When I say Wanda's going out with them, I mean it in the dirtiest way that little brain of yours can imagine. Go on, imagine it. I love thinking about it."

You leaned in closer, your breath brushing against her skin as you whispered into her ear, relishing in the way her body squirmed against yours in response to your words. The anticipation crackled between the two of you, igniting a fire that burned with desire and longing.

Natasha's eyes widened with a mixture of surprise and arousal, her mind undoubtedly conjuring up all sorts of illicit fantasies. And as her blush deepened and her breath quickened, you knew that whatever you two decided to do next would be nothing short of exhilarating.

"You wanna know something?" You continued, relishing in the way her body responded to your touch. She nodded eagerly, her lips still caught between her teeth.

"There have been times where Wanda's gone off with Carol and them fucking?" You murmured, watching her reaction with a predatory gleam in your eyes. "It's like two universes clashing, their powers coming undone from each other. It's such a beautiful sight. Val and I love watching them collide like two stars."

As you spoke, Natasha's hips began to move against your leg, seeking friction and release. You smirked, feeling a surge of arousal coursing through you as you continued to explore her body with your hands, each touch reigniting the passion that had always simmered between you two.

"That's a good girl," you whispered, encouraging her to let her fantasies run wild. "Keep thinking about it."

With a hunger that bordered on desperation, you surrendered to the heat of the moment, losing yourself in the sensation of her body against your own. It felt as though no time had passed since you last shared this intimacy, your connection burning brighter than ever before. And as your desires collided like celestial bodies in the night sky, you knew that this moment would be etched into your memory forever.

The intoxicating sounds of pleasure that escaped Natasha's lips only fueled your desire further, igniting a primal hunger within you that demanded to be sated. The knowledge that you had the infamous Black Widow submitting to you, surrendering herself completely, filled you with a sense of power unlike anything else.

With a firm grip on her hip, you let your nails dig into her skin, relishing in the way she responded with a soft mewl of pleasure. "Keep moving your hips, baby," you encouraged, guiding her movements against your leg. "Just like that. I can feel you all over me. Is that from thinking about Wanda and Carol?" you teased, your smirk evident in your voice.

Natasha's breath hitched as she struggled to form a coherent response, her body moving against yours in a rhythm that spoke volumes. But you wouldn't let her off that easily.

"That's not a proper response, sweetie," you chided lightly, your grip on her hip tightening slightly. "What's my name?"

Her hesitation was palpable, but her body continued to move against yours until you intervened, halting her movements with a firm grip. "Answer me," you demanded, your voice laced with authority. "Otherwise, I can leave you like this."

Her eyes snapped open, pupils dilated with desire and anticipation. "Yes, Mistress," she finally admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

A smirk played on your lips as you leaned in, brushing your lips against hers in a feather-light kiss. "Good girl," you whispered against her lips before claiming her mouth in a passionate kiss, your bodies moving together in perfect synchrony.

The sensation of Natasha's body writhing beneath you, her soft moans and desperate pleas echoing in the air, fueled the fire burning within you. With a wicked smile, you continued to dig your nails into her skin, guiding her hips as she rolled against you, her arousal evident in the slickness between her thighs.

"Mmmm, Mistress...need..." she murmured, her voice laced with desire as she surrendered herself to the depths of subspace.

"What do you need, baby girl?" You whispered against her neck, your lips trailing kisses along her skin as you savored the taste of her.

"Need you. Inside. Please, Mistress!" Natasha begged, her desperation palpable as she sought release from the tormenting pleasure that coursed through her veins.

Her words sent a surge of arousal coursing through you, your desire for her growing with each passing moment. With a predatory gleam in your eyes, you withdrew your fingers from her hips and slid them past the waistband of her shorts, reveling in the feeling of her wetness coating your skin.

"Gods, you're soaked, krasivaya devushka,(pretty girl)" you whispered, your voice husky with desire as you teased her folds with feather-light touches. "Tell me, what made you like this?"

Natasha's breath hitched as your fingers danced along her sensitive flesh, eliciting a chorus of gasps and moans from her lips. "Th-thinking about... ah... Wands... and Captain..." she managed to stutter out, her words punctuated by soft gasps of pleasure.

"Good girl," you murmured, your voice thick with lust as you continued to tease her, your fingers delving deeper and deeper until she was on the brink of ecstasy. "Keep thinking about it while I stick my fingers in and make you see stars."

With that, you plunged your fingers inside her, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure that sent her spiraling into the depths of bliss. And as she cried out in ecstasy, her body trembling against yours, you knew that this was just the beginning of a night filled with passion and desire.

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As you scrambled to cover yourselves at the sound of the front door opening, Wanda walked into Natasha's bedroom with three coffees in hand, a smirk playing on her lips at the sight of us.

"Good morning. Did you two sleep well? Because I was kept up all night," Wanda teased, unfazed by your half-naked state.

She leaned in to give you a kiss, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her comment. "Did you even brush your teeth, you heathen? I can still taste her on you!" You called her out, earning a smirk in response.

"I know you love her taste," Wanda retorted playfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Turning to Natasha, you asked if she had any spare toothbrushes, and she directed you to the medicine cabinet. You grabbed the coffees from Wanda, urging her to leave with a playful swat to her backside.

"Go. Now," You commanded, smirking as she yelped in surprise.

"Aww, still sore?" You teased, giving her ass another playful smack before pushing her forward. You could tell that despite her attempts to hide it, Wanda was finding it difficult to walk normally after her own night of passion.

As Wanda made her way out of the bedroom, you turned back to Natasha, a smile playing on your lips as you realized just how lucky you were to have both of these incredible women in your life.

"Do you deal with that everyday?" Natasha asks seeing how cheerful Wanda was in the morning and knowing full well you was never a morning person.

"Yeah, I deal with that every day," You replied to Natasha's question, observing Wanda's cheerful demeanor in the morning. "But I can tell she had a good time, so it's worth it."

Taking a sip of your lavender oat milk latte, you let out a content hum. "And when she comes home with coffee and breakfast from my favorite place, how can I be upset in the morning?"

Natasha took a sip from her coffee, realizing it was her go-to order. "Did you tell her...?" she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Actually, I told her once, two years ago," You explained, recalling the incident. "I was getting us drinks and accidentally ordered yours out of habit for Wanda, and ended up with an extra drink."

"And she remembered?" Natasha inquired, surprised by Wanda's attention to detail.

"I guess so. It's never been brought up again," you replied with a shrug, impressed by Wanda's ability to remember such small details.

As you finished your conversation about Wanda's thoughtfulness, she made her way back into the bedroom, joining you two on the bed with breakfast in hand.

"I do have breakfast if either of you are up for it," she offered, looking between the two of you with a smile.

"Thank you, babe. You're always so attentive," you praised, watching as Wanda did a cute little wiggle, scrunching up her nose in response. I could see the smile it brought to Natasha's face, and my heart swelled with love for both of them.

"Is this what it would be like? This easy?" Natasha spoke quietly, grabbing a piece of turkey bacon.

"What do you mean, meu amor?" You asked, taking a bite of your bagel.

"This. Us. All three of us. This just feels so easy, like falling into a comfortable bed or couch after a long day," Natasha explained, her words carrying a hint of wonder.

You looked at Wanda and smiled, tilting your head, silently encouraging her to share her thoughts.

'Go on,' you spoke to Wanda telepathically.

"Natasha, this can be whatever you want," Wanda began, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Y/N and I are together, but we would both love to have you join us. If you want that. But you can always just be with Y/N, or you don't even have to define it as a relationship. You can just come and go as you please, and we'll always be willing to let you join in our fun, whether that be one or both of us."

Wanda's words held a comforting warmth, a sense of safety that enveloped Natasha like a protective embrace. Her ability to convey reassurance was remarkable, and you could see the impact it had on Natasha, who seemed to be considering the possibilities laid out before her.

As Wanda spoke, her words filled the room with a mix of vulnerability and sincerity. Your heart swelled with emotion as she confessed her feelings for both Natasha and you, recounting the cherished memories you shared during our movie nights and bonding moments.

"But what I'm trying to say, really, is through the little moments the three of us used to share, I ended up falling for both of you," Wanda continued, her accent thickening with emotion. You couldn't help but feel a lump form in your throat as she spoke.

"When Y/N told me about why you two broke up and how she still had feelings, I ended up spilling my own to her about you as well," Wanda confessed, tears prickling the corners of her eyes. "We talked it over for a long time and decided you would be the only actual fit to keep in our dynamic because we already had it before."

As Natasha set down her breakfast, wiping her hands on the sweatpants the two of you had managed to grab for her, her expression was a mix of surprise and tentative hope.

"I... I would... I'd like that... the three of us again," Natasha managed to say, her voice filled with emotion.

Without hesitation, Wanda and you both moved to entangle yourselves with Natasha, enveloping her in a tight embrace. In that moment, it felt as though the weight of the world had been lifted from your shoulders, and you knew that together, the three of you could navigate whatever challenges lay ahead.

"Eu amo vocês dois,(I love you both)" you mumbled against Natasha's shoulder, feeling the weight of your shared love in the air.

"Я тоже тебя люблю,(I love you too)" both Natasha and Wanda responded simultaneously, their voices filled with affection and warmth.

"I already have both of you conditioned so well. My good little baby," you remarked with a playful smirk, cupping Natasha's cheek tenderly before turning to Wanda and doing the same. "And my good little pet."

You leaned in to kiss Wanda's lips first, savoring the softness and warmth before turning to Natasha and pressing your lips against hers. In that moment, surrounded by the love of these two incredible women, you felt a sense of completeness wash over your body.

"My two beautiful girls. Mine, all mine," you whispered, sealing your bond with a promise of love and devotion. And as you embraced each other, you knew that together, the three of you were unstoppable.

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maxiroff · 9 months

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Thin walls ~ Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff

Summar: The tin walls makes it possible for Wanda to hear you and Natasha’s “night activities” and can’t help herself.

Paring: Natasha x reader x Wanda

Words: 707

Warnings: Smut, imagining of fucking with strap fingering and cunnilings, fingering, bad writing

Note: This was very rushed so it’s not that good and probably has plenty of errors.

When Wanda first moved in she thought she was lucky to share a floor with you and Natasha. That was before you and Natsaha got together and moved into your room, which was right next to hers. Almost everyday she could hear your “nightly activities”.

She knew it was wrong, but she couldn't help listening. What surprised her was that she thought the roles in your bedroom would be different. But she was pleasantly surprised when she heard you for the first time and you were the one in control.

How you dominated Natasha for countless hours. Fucking her with your tongue fingers and strap. How Nat would whine when you kept teasing her, and how she moaned when you finally let her cum.

The more it happened the more Wanda wished to be with you. She would imagine how she could eat Nat out while you fucked her hard from behind o your cock. How you and Natasha used her as your little toy to pleasure yourself with. How it would feel to have Natasha suck on her brests while you sucked on her clit and finger her at the same time. Curling your fingers at the right time hitter her g-spot and making her cum so hard her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

And today was no different. Your voices through the wall started out as muffled and quiet but soon became loud and clear as time went on.

“Please, Mistress keep playing with my clit. I have been so good today.” Natasha was heard through the wall. “Oh, have you now?” You said in a deep teasing voice.

It turned Wanda on beyond measure when your voice changed. She had taken off her panties and started to rub the outside of her pussy before dipping two of her fingers slightly in her hole gathering arousal. Then dragging her fingers through her lips and up to her clit, circling it lightly.

“Yes, please.” It was followed directly by a loud moan meaning you granted her her wish. Helping her fantasies feel more real she would match her own pace to Natashas moans. Meaning if they stopped she would also stop, despite how annoying it could be.

When Natashas moans increased in volume Wanda increased the speed she was using to rub at her clit.

“Would you like to be filled up by your Mistress fingers too?” “Yes” “Please” Wanda and Natasha answered at the same time. Wanda was so caught up in her own fantasie she didn't register how loud she got.

Her loud moans matched Natashas as she started pumping three fingers inside her. She could feel how her walls pulsed as she continuously hit her g-spot. She was so wet she could hear her own arousal each time she pushed in and out.

“You're doing such a good job baby, being such a good girl for me.” Despite the words not meant for Wanda she took them to heart, also making her walls clench around her fingers and a knot forming in her belly. “Please can I cum Mistress? Please! I’m so close!” She felt her clit throb underneath her thumb and her walls squeezed her fingers.

“Cum!” And she did. Her eyes shut, her back arched and mouth opened in a silent scream. Cum gushed around her fingers, running down her ass and onto the sheets forming a big puddle. When her body relaxed a bit right after the peak of her orgasm she finally let a loud moan escape as the pleasure kept pulsing through her body.

Unfortunately the effect of the orgasm ended earlier then she wished and the guilt began setting in. After each time she felt guilty for her actions as she felt disgusted with herself. Quickly hopping in the shower trying to forget what happened.

On the other side of the wall you and Natasha were cuddling together enjoying the afterbliss. “How about we let her join the next time baby?” You asked in a teasing voice making Nat chuckle and bury her face deeper in your neck.

Whenever this happened Wanda always forgot one thing. If Wanda could hear them through the wall, they of course could hear her too.

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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ouuu hey! For request imagine G!p Natasha kneeling on bed and reader behind her, guiding Nat to fuck the fleshlight thats tucked in-between their pillows!

If that makes you uncomfortable tho im sorry. Yea have a great day 🫣🤟🏻

FILL ME UP

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x reader

WORD COUNT: 1252

WARNINGS: smut, sub!Nat, masturbation, fleshlight, overstimulation, mistress (R), degrading, pet play, collars & leashes, toxic/dark!R towards the end, breeding, pet names, mentions of pregnant!R, think that’s all!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“P-please, I can’t take anymore.” Came the weak whimper from your girlfriend. You were kneeling behind her on the bed, holding her waist in your hands as you slowly guided her into the toy.

The pillows grazed her soft skin, tickling her. If she wasn’t too busy moaning in pleasure, she would’ve laughed at the sensation.

“Oh, but I know you can. Isn’t this what you wanted, love?” It was true, this was what she had been picturing for hours, even touching herself to the thought. If only you didn’t walk in on her, she would’ve gotten away with it.

“Yes, but-“ Your hand slid down to her crotch, squeezing her balls gently and causing her to release a loud, guttered moan from the deep depths of her chest.

“Well, then why don’t you shut that slutty fucking mouth and learn to be grateful for what you’re given.” You continued your torture with a lack of care for her overstimulation. She had tried having an orgasm when jerking off, but it wasn’t the same as you doing it. Even when imagining your hands on her, it just left her all the more whiney and desperate. She tried humping the pillows, and then lastly using the fleshlight, but nothing worked. That was when you spotted her and, with a hungry yet sharp gaze, you eased her to continue, watching her pathetic attempts with a smile. She had begged for your help and while it was difficult to give in when it was supposed to be a punishment, you just had to help her.

“You feel s-so good, miss.” Each word was labored with a pitiful mewl that had you thrusting into her backside. While she was painfully hard, her tip a pinkish-red and drooling with pre-cum, you were undeniably wet. You were practically soaking your thighs with each and every orgasm you forced out of her. Each time she had said she was done, but her still-hardened cock would tell you otherwise.

“Yeah? My pussy feels that good, huh?” She nodded, swallowing down the moans that threatened to escape.

“Is that why I walked in on you fucking yourself then? Were you that desperate to be in your mistress’s cunt? God, you’re fucking pathetic.” Every word you spoke added to her arousal. The fleshlight was already covered in cum and she didn’t think it could store anymore, but you knew she could handle it. If not, she would’ve said her safe word and you’d stop instantly. But right now, you weren’t going to let her stop until she was milked dry.

The collar stored around her neck was choking her in the most heavenly way possible. The leash was in your hand as you yanked on it whenever you pleased, loving the reaction you got out of her.

The collar wrote ‘little slut’ in pink and had rhinestones adorning it. She couldn’t deny how cute she looked as your little puppy.

“C’mon, Princess, cum for me.” She did as you said with a sob, her body clearly overwhelmed in the presence of you.

“Please, I can’t cum anymore, miss. Please stop.” You grabbed the fleshlight that had been resting on the ruined sheets, her cock still nestled inside. You wrapped an arm around her waist and slammed the toy back and forth on her length, feeling her hips twitch against you.

“You know what to do if you need me to stop, Natty.” Drool dribbled onto her chin as her fingers trailed to her nipples, fondling the hardened buds slowly. You watched with amusement as she tried her best to release, knowing she was already close.

“Just one more, pup, then you can be done.” She was saddened with the thought of losing the contact but also delighted with the fact that she didn’t have to feel so desperate and overwhelmed anymore.

“I bet you’re so close, huh? You always cum so hard when your mistress touches you, such a dirty whore.” Your words and the fast pace you set was what tipped her over for what she assumed was the last time for the night.

“That’s it, fill me with your cum, Natty.” She was imagining it was your cunt that she was filling, and her juices didn’t stop flowing out of her. You had always told her what an imagination she had, and now she got to put it to use.

“Thank you, miss. Thank you for letting me cum.” You hummed and slapped her hand away when she tried removing the collar.

“But..I thought you said we were done.” You chuckled darkly, and it caused fear to erupt in Nat’s eyes. She gulped, looking down to where your fingers had started toying with your clit.

“Oh, baby, I told you I wasn’t going to stop until I milked you dry. And it’s clear to both of us you still need more.” You slapped her cock as a whine left her lips. Her red hair sprawled over her face and you brushed it out of the way, giving her a small peck before speaking once more.

“Good puppies are supposed to fill their mistress with their cum and leave them leaking. And I thought you were a good little puppy who does as told?”

“Yes! I mean, yes, miss, I’ll be good, I promise. I-I can handle it..please.” You laid her down and straddled her waist, grasping her length in your hands and brushing your fingertips across the veins adorning the sensitive area. Her breath sped up, and you only grinned before guiding her to your hole, relishing in the noises that immediately escaped her at the entrance.

“C’mon, baby, give me your pups.” While the feeling of her inside of you wasn’t easy to manage, you quickly got used to it when her hips bucked into you without thought.

“Such a dumb little mutt, can’t even think straight when you’re inside me.” You bounced on top of her and yanked her leash when you felt like it, leaving her wondering when you would pull.

“Rub my clit, baby.” She did as told and listened in on all of your noises. It brought her even closer to the edge.

Suddenly, you felt her cock just barely hitting your g-spot, grazing against it just enough to send you into an overload. The wait was too long and the build-up had been too much. While you had been teasing Nat, you were also teasing yourself. Slowly inserting a finger or two and rubbing yourself while she was too focused on fucking the toy. So it didn’t take long for you to release all over her, and she took it as her opportunity to let go, filling your womb with her seed just like you asked. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you felt her cum painting your velvety walls white.

“Oh- just like that! Yes, give me your babies, Nat!” It had been clear what you wanted from that night, hopes and dreams of finally getting pregnant was one that fascinated you. Nat was more hesitant, however, but you coaxed her into giving in. It wasn’t so hard when you soon found out how obsessed Nat was with filling you up, so it would only be a matter of time before you were finally complete. All you needed was your children, and your girlfriend happened to be the perfect, innocent girl you hoped of having. That way, it was so much easier to get what you want.

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wandussyfantasy · 10 months

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Office Fantasy

Request from AO3: this was mind blowing-ly awesome, please add another part. maybe in the office like nats fantasies but wanda walks in half way through idk just a thought but another part would be awesome

Pairing: WandaNat x G!nReader

Summary: Natasha is tired of waiting for the next invitation. She takes matters into her own hands.

WARNINGS:

18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT READ & DO NOT INTERACT!!!

switch!reader, top!Wanda, bottom!Nat, gender neutral reader with a penis, oral r giving, threesome, adult toys use, overstimulation, mention of a peeping-tom, just the tip.

𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓. 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

You are sitting at your desk, stressed out about the workload you have returned to. You knew that taking over a month off of work for a honeymoon was going to bite you in the ass when you returned, but how could you turn down such a generous gift from your boss? Now, you wonder why she ever offered such a thing in the first place. Curious if she was just setting you up for failure because Wanda hasn't invited the woman back to the bedroom since that night.

In your wife's defense, both of your families invaded your home to finalize wedding details. Neither of you were okay with it until the honeymoon. The months that your families were in town, it was almost impossible to get enough time to be intimate with each other. Which made the honeymoon all the better. The two of you were fucking like animals and the orgasms were phenomenal. Wanda was even considering implementing a sexual fasting at least once a year. But, she hasn't made up her mind on that yet.

“Excuse me,” Natasha's assistant, Maria Hill, calls your name from your doorway. “Ms. Romanoff has requested that you meet her in her office immediately.” You drop your pen and rise out of your seat, asking what files she needs you to have handy. “This isn't a case review, it's a performance one. All she needs from you is, well, you.”

Your heart jumps in your throat as you follow the assistant through the office building to Natasha’s office. You adjust your tie along the way nervously as you play out every negative scenario. The kind where you get fired or demoted or lose a case to someone else in the office or you find out you made a colossal and irreversible mistake. With heavy feet, you enter her office.

“Please, have a seat,” Natasha says. You follow the direction. “Ms. Hill, please redirect all calls to voicemail and you're free to leave for the day.”

“Oh!” Maria is surprised, she has never been allowed to leave work early and today happened to be the perfect day for it. “Okay, thank you Ms. Romanoff.”

“Shut the door please,” Natasha calls after the woman who quickly returns to pull the heavy wooden door shut. Your boss lands her eyes onto you now. You tense up under her gaze until you recognize the desire in her eyes. “Do you know why I called you in here?” she tilts her head with a smirk.

“I have a few ideas, but I will just let you tell me,” you respond, playing with the end of your tie.

“Well, I’ll make it simple,” she leans over her desk to give you the view of her cleavage. Her breasts were being pushed together by her bra and tight shirt, it made you want to titty fuck her. “I miss your cock,” she states.

You clear your throat as you feel the mentioned body part twitch in your pants. “I hadn't realized you wanted more from me.”

Natasha rolls the chair out from under her and struts around the desk. With a swift motion, her pencil skirt is falling to the ground and she hops onto the front of the desk with her legs open. Giving you a full view of her glistening pussy. You gulp as you watch her. You scramble for your phone and snap a quick picture and send it to Wanda.

Within seconds you receive two messages. Do it and I’m on my way. “Did the Mistress give you permission?” Natasha asks as she reaches over to pull you closer by your tie.

“Yes ma'am,” you set your phone on the desk next to her bare thigh. “She’s on her way.”

Natasha kisses you, “Thank you.”

You kiss her back and finally run your hands up her thighs. Her skin is warm and smooth and soft. In the kiss, Natasha undoes your tie and a few buttons on your shirt. You trace patterns on her thighs as you tease her pussy. Only barely touching her. Making her try to move closer to your fingers. Finally, you stop kissing her lips to kiss other parts of her. You kiss her neck, the tops of her breasts, her hands, her thighs, anywhere that you can place your lips. Until you put your mouth on her pussy. You kiss the lips first, causing a hitch in Natasha's breath. She is leaning against her hands on the desk to give you more access. You lick her and hum your approval of her taste. The vibration makes her squirm. It's been so long, you didn't think you missed her until now.

You don't put all of your focus on eating her out, just in case Wanda doesn't want Natasha to cum before she gets here. You move your tongue in lazy motions but she is enjoying finally being touched in so long that her body is more sensitive. As you work on her, you undo your pants. You sigh in relief when you've pulled your cock out. You stroke yourself to get fully hard as you continue to eat your boss out on her desk. She has her hands in your hair as she pulls you closer. “Yeah baby, like that, fuck I'm close!” Natasha tried to replace you and Wanda but the two of you have ruined her for anyone. She needs you and your wife. No one makes her feel the way the both of you do.

When you are ready, you pull your mouth away from her and scoot your chair away. “You can't cum yet,” you tell her. “Not until the Mistress says so,” you kiss Natasha's pouting lips. “You’ll be a good girl for her, won't you?” You caress her cheek and she leans into your comforting touch.

“Yes, master,” she says and this is the first time this word has been used to address you. It made you tingly and your dick twitch. You enjoyed being on this side of things. Yes, you love Wanda's dominance, you will submit to her no matter what. But having your boss submit to you right now has awoken something new and desirable inside of you.

To reward Natasha for helping you discover this side of you, you line your cock up at her entrance and slowly ease yourself in. Starting with only the tip. She is warm and tight around the head of your cock. You groan as you find your control. You have to wait for Wanda, you try to remind yourself. You continue to tease her entrance with only the sensitive tip of your cock. Natasha starts to gyrate her hips in hopes of getting more of you to slip in but you maintain your control. When you hear the secret knock you and Wanda came up with, you enter Natasha all of the way and hold yourself there for a second. Finally releasing air that you didn't realize you were holding in. She has her hands on your back to keep you close to her. “Finally,” she whispers.

The knock occurs again and you pull all of the way out of Natasha, much to her dismay. You grab your coat and wrap it around your waist as you answer the door. You lock it once Wanda has entered. She pushes you up against the large wooden door and kisses you hard. “Is she ready for me?” Wanda asks as she bites her bottom lip.

“Of course, Mistress. She's pretty close to finishing,” you report while you stroke your cock.

“Good,” Wanda says and kisses you again. She takes over stroking your cock and you sigh happily as you prefer her soft hands. “Let’s not keep her waiting,” she says as she pulls you by your cock over to Natasha's desk. “Fuck her for me, love.” Wanda whispers into your ear. You nod as you put both hands on Natasha's desk next to her naked thighs. Wanda puts her hand on Natasha's thigh and caresses each one. “Open your legs a little wider, honey. Give them more room.” Natasha nods as she does as she's told and spreads her legs more.

You let Wanda take your cock to guide you back into Natasha's pussy. And once you're inside, you begin to fuck her as slow and hard as you can in this position. Wanda takes Natasha's face in her hands and kisses her hard on the mouth. You moan at the sight and the way Natasha's walls clench around you because of the kiss. She had it bad for you and your wife. While she kisses her, Wanda takes Natasha's hand and puts it on her clitoris. “Touch yourself,” she whispers against her lips. Natasha nods and stimulates her clitoris while you pump deep inside of her. Wanda moves her mouth to Natasha's breasts and you lose it at the sight of your wife sucking on your boss's boobs. You lean down and kiss Natasha and soon enough she is spasming, her walls are tight around you, and her juices are spilling out of her.

You pull your cock out of her and Wanda puts her mouth on Natasha's pussy. Giving her no break from the pleasure. Over stimulating the woman. She tries to pull Wanda off of her but she is weak as she is hit with another orgasm. Natasha falls limply against her desk as Wanda pulls away. Your wife steps back and undresses. She lays her naked body against Natasha's and she shakes her booty at you. Luring you to her. You kneel down and lick her wet pussy. Sticking your tongue inside of her every few seconds. Then you slip your finger inside of Natasha, making the woman spring back to life. Wanda smiles down at her and starts to kiss her again. Their lips sucking each other turns you on even more and you stop eating your wife's pussy. Normally, you'd wait for her to tell you what to do. But today, you're the Master.

You enter Wanda with your big cock as she continues to kiss Natasha. You pump inside of her for a little bit before you pull out and enter the hole underneath her. Natasha yelps at the unexpected penetration. You do this switching between their holes until you feel yourself getting close and you slam your hips into your wife and unload everything inside of her.

Panting heavily, you pull out of Wanda and fall back into the chair. “Fuck, this isn't how I saw my day going,” you laugh to yourself as Wanda and Natasha are focused on each other. You watch them as they kiss and finger each other on top of the large desk. Wanda steps away and reaches for something in her bag. It's her strap-on. She puts it on Natasha's body and the woman looks at her curiously. Wanda beckons her with her finger over to the large windows of the office that look out into the city.

Wanda pulls Natasha close as her warm body lands against the cold glass. “Fuck me,” she says seductively.

“Yes, Mistress,” Natasha says as she lines the dildo of your penis at your wife's entrance. You watch them in awe as Wanda wraps her legs around Natasha while she pounds into her. Your cock starts to harden at the sight and you stroke yourself while you continue to enjoy the view. Wanda and Natasha are sloppy as they kiss each other. Then Wanda makes eye contact with you and waves you over.

You rise as you continue to stroke your cock and without being told, you enter Natasha. “Ooohh yeah,” you groan as you easily slip inside her dripping wet cunt. You slowly pull all of the way out so that she can feel every inch of you and then abruptly slam back in. You do this a couple more times before you stop. You look out the window to see the man that cleans the windows from the outside is watching from the lift. He has his dick out and he is stroking himself. Natasha notices next and freezes.

Wanda, who was close to her climax, is frustrated by the two of you stopping. “What’s wrong?” She groans. Then she looks behind her and sees the man. She laughs, “Let him watch. It doesn't matter,” you and Natasha look at her shocked. “I’m almost there, come on now.” She rolls her hips in the strap on. Natasha starts to move and you shrug as well. Not caring about the peeping-tom anymore. Instead you redirect your focus to two gorgeous women in front of you and prepare for what's to come.

The End.

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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It’s Just, a Little Crush…

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

WandaNat x ShyFem!Reader

Song Inspo: Crush

Warnings: Jealousy (subtle)

Smut: Oral (All), Strap (R), Fingering (R), Squirting(R), Nipple Clamps (R), Overstimulation | Kinks: Master(N), Mistress(W), Praising, Humiliation(if you squint), (I was on some whore shit my dudes 🤷🏼‍♀️)

8,937 Words

It was a peaceful day, the sun was out but the warmth wasn't unbearable as the Fall breeze brushed across your exposed skin. Since it was an off day for training you settled comfortably into the hammock in the garden, allowing the nature to calm your chronically nervous heart. Sounds of leaves flying by, and the birds chirping were doing you wonders as you sipped on your water and read "I Think I Love You."

In a sick twist of irony a melodic laughter is passing through your ears, you peered over your book and your heart skips at the sight. Natasha and Wanda were stood outside the doorway, sharing the sweetest of moments as Natasha kept the cackling woman upright. They were truly the most beautiful people you'd had the pleasure of knowing, and it was no shock to you that you'd fallen in love, but it mattered not when they were already together, and you couldn't be a person around them.

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Sighing to yourself you wondered if you should head back inside for a nap, sharing the outdoor space with them would be too much to bare, and you'd been there your fair share of time. You closed your book, then nearly fell from the hammock when Wanda's face was mere inches from yours., "Hey there Y/N/N, are you busy?," she asks, and your hands reflexively ball up., "Hiya Wanda, um, I-I was actually just headed inside to take a nap."

"Boo... We were going to ask you out to lunch.," Wanda whines, and your heart skips at the way the both of them practically stare through to your soul., "Oh, uh, maybe next time then.," you say while hurriedly rushing by, but Natasha catches you by the arm, and you're now faced with her., "We're holding you to that.," you nodded dumbly, then when her hold softened you continued on your path to safety.

"Nat, we're trying to court her, not scare her.," Natasha chuckled., "Yeah, well your way isn't exactly working out that well, so a little bluntness may be just what we need."

—

That night you found yourself in a state of disarray, everything you had attempted to cook failed until all you were left with was instant ramen. Normally you'd be enjoying a feast for the God's prepared by the lovely Wanda, but alas she was out with Natasha for their anniversary dinner, and the compound of men decided it was every 'man' for themselves.

You were boiling your egg in an attempt to liven up the bowl when you heard this obnoxious slurping sound., "That was most delicious, thank you lady Y/N.," Thor boasted, followed up by a loud burp, and you turned to him with a scowl., "That was my dinner Thor!," the big oaf of a man shrunk when you shouted, being the shy little thing that you were hardly anyone had even heard you even speak above a whisper so this was clearly a shock to him.

The man looked like a wounded puppy, and you felt like absolute shit for yelling at him., "It's okay, I'm not even that hungry anyways.," you reasoned., "Sorry for yelling.," and just as you went to leave the kitchen you ran into a soft body, nearly tumbling backwards at the impact but a pair of strong hands gripped your shoulders to steady you. Viridescent eyes bore into yours when you looked up to see who it was and you gulped at the intense eye contact.

"Go sit, Natasha and I brought you dinner.," you went to rebut, but it died on your tongue when she heavily sighed., "Good girl.," you nearly tripped while following Natasha to the table and Wanda held back her snickering., "Thor, get out.," and poof the man was gone.

Natasha silently unloaded the bags while you sat with your eyes cast down staring at the hands in your lap as you picked at your thumb., "None of that dorogoy, your skin only just started to heal.," Wanda tuts, taking the space besides you she reaches over to take your hands in hers, and your breath hitches while your heart does gymnastics in your chest.

"Fettuccine and garlic bread for the pretty lady.," Natasha teases, and your smile is genuine at the concise care shown to you., "Enjoy honey.," The women engage in light conversation as you eat, hoping that you'll interject, but you're far too polite to even consider interrupting them., "How is the food?," Wanda asks, you sigh with a wide smile to follow., "Delicious, thank you."

Wanda frowns when you take your hand back and move to start cleaning up, "Nope, watch.," she instructs, then your eyes widen when the kitchen illuminates in a cloud of crimson red. Dirty dishes zoom through the air, and just like in the Disney movies the things comes to life. Suds upped sponges scrub at the dirty dish ware before they float into the dishwasher where a box of detergent is floating above, a stream of powder flowing into the machine before the door closes in a flash of red.

"Woah.," the pair giggle at your fascination, and it's then that you feel far too visible, the urge to escape them increases tenfold and you abruptly jump to your feet causing both of them to follow as if there was an invisible fire alarm going off., "What is it detka?," Wanda asks while cupping your cheeks that heat up within the same instant that she touches you.

"I'm just, I'm really tired and we have early training tomorrow, so I am going to go to bed.," you take notice of the sadness that fills their eyes when you make your excuse to leave, Wanda steps out of your way, but before you can leave she also pulls you into her body., "Sweet dreams Y/N/N.," she whispers, the ghosting of her lips at your temple has you nearing a state of cardiac arrest. Only to be made worse when Natasha strong arms you into her hold next., "Goodnight sweetheart."

"Goodnight guys, thanks again for dinner.," you smiled kindly at the pair, then you made your quick exit, and that barest of interactions only made them yearn for you even more., "God Natty, she's just the cutest little thing.,"

——

Natasha and Wanda entered the training room to set up for the day, and just as they went to enter they freeze in the doorway. They were expecting the room to be vacant this early in the morning, but it appears you wanted to get an early morning warm up in, and it was the cutest thing they'd ever seen.

"You're a teaser, you turn 'em on; leave 'em burning and then you're gone.," you were doing jumping jacks while singing along to the Abba song with your back turned to the door. Your dri-fit shirt was clinging to your body as the sweat suctioned it to your skin, and the women held no complaints as your muscular form was made readily available to their eyes.

"She speaks the truth.," Natasha whispers into Wanda's ear, receiving a jab to the ribs as a silent warning., "It was worth it."

"Looking out for another anyone will do. You're in the mood for a dance, and when you get the chance.”

"Here it comes.," Natasha whispers to her lover with the widest smirk., "Shh...," Wanda sneers.

"You are the dancing queen.," you spin around with your eyes closed, singing with all your might., "Young and sweet, only seventeen. Dancing queen!.," The women found great enjoyment in watching you move about to the rhythm as you belted the lyrics out with such a deep, resounding passion.

"You can dance; You can jive, Having the time of your life.," Your singing soon blended into a shriek though when your eyes shot open to see the beautiful couple stood there watching you. The burning in your cheeks only intensified as a nervousness settled deep within you as Wanda was beaming, and Natasha looked to you with that lopsided, teasing smirk of hers.

"H-Hi guys, did you need the gym?," you tried to skate right passed the previous moment, but Natasha's chuckling left you more nervous., "We came to set up for training, but to our surprise we got a show instead.," the former assassin jested, much to her downfall as Wanda once again jabbed her in the ribs.

"Detka, the gym is meant to be shared.," Wanda coos while pushing your sweaty locks off your face, you blink a few times in quick succession in an attempt to understand how she'd gotten so close to you in just a blink., "Don't let Natty tease you into running off.," she continued to speak softly, being so close you could see she was equally as amused, but you could also tell neither of them meant you any harm with all of their teasing.

"I myself enjoy your presence Y/N, much more than hers actually.," Wanda jokes when she saw your walls were finally falling., "Hey!!," you giggled when the former assassin protested her lovers words, and both women took in the beautiful sound, fully embracing the way it was more genuine than your usual nervous one., "I'll remember this.," Natasha grumbles, you and her girlfriend shared a knowing look then burst into even harder fits of laughter.

—

Once the rest of the team floated into the room you became quiet again, Natasha and Wanda wanted to glare at the men for ruining their chances of spending quality time with you. Then they remembered this was sort of all of your jobs, so they settled the festering anger, and instead they focused on the assignments.

Steve assigned everyone a partner for the hour, doing his best to ensure it was a suitable match so that everyone was challenged, but not in a way that left one side unfairly vulnerable. Part of you was relieved when it was announced you were to be with Nat, but another part of you feared the proximity sparring brought with it. Joking around with the couple was one thing, but to be at Natasha's mercy—because there was no way you were getting the upper hand over on her—was rather daunting. Natasha was however thrilled beyond normalcy, smirking smugly all the while Wanda was telepathically cursing her out for the subtle win.

"Here detka, let me help you out with that.," she mirrors you, straddling the bench and leaning in unnecessarily close to you while wrapping your hands for you., "Th-thanks.," Natasha loved just how easy it was to get to you, if just sitting with her closer than usual was an issue, she can't help but internally beam at how flustered you'll be when under her.

"Don't mention it sweet stuff.," her lips gently pressed to your cheek., "Now come on.," she playfully commands, leaving you on the bench a thoughtless mess until Steve barked at you to meet the slyly smirking former assassin on the mat for work. You took in a deep breath, then against the shake in your legs you made your way over to face her with faux confidence.

Natasha nods, a silent command if you will, so your hands raised and you began to mirror her as she was circling the mat. To her total shock you took the first step to make contact, but she was too quick, and you overestimated your lunge so you began to fall down. Natasha was proud when she saw you gracefully turn the fall into a tucked roll, springing back up before she herself could even get the upper hand on you.

"Good save detka.," and just as you begin to feel a sense of pride you're gasping for air as your back hit the mat., "Never get too cocky.," she teases with an outstretched hand to help you back to your feet, pulling you to your feet abruptly, and her lips graze your ear., "Save that energy for tonight sweetheart."

Natasha stepped a few paces back, snickering quietly as you stood there in stunned silence. You didn't exactly understand the innuendo, but her tone left you aware that it was dirty. With your clearly flustered state she made her next move, and in quick succession your back hit the mat once more, you gasped painfully, and your entire body felt like it was on fire since this time you were trapped underneath her hovering body.

Natasha was straddling your body, the first moment of squirming got you nowhere when she was able to scoot up effortlessly, trapping your arms against your sides, and so you went limp., "Oh no, don't give up now krasivaya.," you glared up at the woman, but it held no true malice, so she returned your look with a smirk., "Come on, use your training detka, fight me.," she snorted when you began to thrash beneath her., "You'll have to try harder than that if you plan to ever get the upper hand on me.,"

"Well maybe I don't want that.," you angrily huffed in the heated moment, but within the second your eyes widened at your confession., "Natasha, I-I.," she shushed you with a finger to your lips., "Shh, don't ruin the moment.," she throws you a wink before removing her body from yours, her outstretched arm lends you to know she's clearly not upset with you., "Better see you at the movie tonight Y/L/N.," she parts with another kiss to your cheek.

Natasha heads off feeling rather accomplished, swaying her hips tauntingly knowing your eyes were still on her body, then she winks at her lover who simply rolls her eyes in response.

The next moment when Steve announces everyone's permission for dismissal you run off to the showers to cleanse yourself of all of your sins, and to likely overthink the previous moment. Especially when you hear the unmistakable sounds of the couple of your dreams giggles. They'll surely be the death of you one of these days, you're certain of it...

—

When you arrived to the living room it had been after thirty minutes of contemplation. Wanda's voice in your mind was what finally got you to make the choice of coming down before one of them came up to collect you. Facing either of the women after what you said to Natasha, and knowing she relayed it to her lover felt like a task within itself, add on the whole team and it felt nearly impossible.

Your thoughts were only confirmed when as you entered the living room there was no available seating for you, and the entirety of the team was staring at you. Wanda saw the way your hands instinctively balled up, your nails digging into your palm made her feel sad., "Detka, come over here please.," and with the way she looked at you it was as if your feet knew it best you complied., "Sit here honey, the movie is starting, and we'll keep you warm."

You internally groaned—as if you weren't hot and bothered already, Wanda had to turn away to hide the smirk as she heard your thoughts., "Don't worry detka, if you get scared we're here to protect you.," Natasha whispered against the shell of your ear, and you weren't sure if the hairs now stood at attention were from the threat of a horror film, or from the way her hot breath fanned across your skin, but either way you knew you were in for one hell of a night.

Tony's selection of the Leprechaun, a movie you were unfamiliar with, turned out to be the worst thing to have ever happened to you. Natasha and Wanda didn't feel the same though, because as the film continued to torment you you'd began to shift into them. One particular scare had your entire body jolting off the couch, but Natasha was quick to grab your hand, she spun you around then pulled you into her embrace., "Shh, detka it's okay... We got you.," you missed the shared smile of accomplishment between the lovers, and had you not been beyond terrified of the murderous little shit on the screen you'd have been far more ashamed of the way your face was smushed into the older redheads breasts.

Wanda had maneuvered your lower half so that your legs were no longer dangling, and were instead laid over her lap, and she made sure she glared at all other Avengers who were not minding their business. She soon found her eyes transfixed on your relaxed face in lieu of the film as you'd quickly fallen asleep against her lovers chest. The scene was rather domestic if one just overlooked the way Natasha smirked at the sounds of the screaming girls on screen.

As the movie ended Tony had advised Friday to turn the lights on before the women could attempt to stop him, and just as soon as the rays reached your eyelids they shot open, and your body went rigid in their holds., "Sorry.," you'd sheepishly apologized, voice slightly muffled by the smooth skin of the assassin and your heart began to hammer even harder as you truly took in your compromising position. Natasha only held you tighter when you went to squirm out of her hold., "Detka, relax.," and to all of your shock your body settled into her.

——

After a month of nonstop missions the redheads were desperate for your attention. They'd only seen you in passing, your shy demeanor returning far more prominently when you were as exhausted as you'd been made to be. Natasha had already scolded Fury for his overuse of you, and she made sure you'd never know about it either, you just thought the need for missions had suddenly lessened.

They gave you a few days to yourself, to catch up on sleep, and have some relaxing you time. Even if the simple act of doing so physically pained them, so now that they deemed you rested up they were going to cash in on their 'share a meal with us' ticket. Evening was fast approaching, the perfect time to catch you and take you to the new Italian place up the street.

As the couple entered the living room they found you were fast asleep on the couch, and they audibly awed at the cuteness overload. Your right hand loosely held onto the TV remote on your abdomen while your other arm was laid over your eyes to block out the light. Waking you up felt so cruel, but the selfish part of them overwhelmed their minds so they stepped towards you, but just before they could wake you up Tony and Sam burst through the entryway, hands clapping together loudly, and therefore startling you into an upright position.

"What's wrong? Who needs help?," you slurred, jumping to your feet so fast you ended up swaying a bit, and Wanda was quick to pull you into her steady form., "Shh detka, the only thing that needs help is these two idiots.," she shushed you while sending the men a pointed glare, her demeanor only softening when you cuddled even further into her side while also yawning., "Then why all the fuss?"

"Well Y/L/N, we're glad you finally asked.," Tony teases, then gestures for Sam to answer., "It's been a long month—you'd know that most. Stark and I have decided that for team bonding tonight that we'd all go out to the nightclubs.," you immediately began to tiredly shake your head in the negatory but Tony simply scoffed, "Not a choice Y/L/N, so wear something nice, preferably revealing, and be ready by 6PM."

Tony effortlessly dodged the item surrounded in crimson wisps that was thrown at his head, and Sam was fortunate enough to not have said the wrong thing so he followed the billionaire out without incident. Wanda quickly turned her attention to you, the pretty girl lightly trembling in her hold—not enough that one might see, but surely enough for her to feel.

"Detka, what's wrong?," you looked up to her and Natasha with an adorable pout., "I-I don't have any nice clothes, all I have are my mission suits and my casual stuff.," Natasha put her hand on your back, rubbing lightly to soothe you., "Don't worry your pretty little head angel, we'll find you something to wear—you rest."

—

Natasha and Wanda were true to their word, but judging by the skimpy clothing they left you with they weren't opposed to Tony's idea. Sighing at the idea of being so exposed you began to sort through the offered wardrobe. Had you not been going to a place with booze you'd have just found a proper place to hide from your group of persistent teammates.

Natasha and Wanda were waiting for you at the compound entrance, but Tony was quick to shove them into an awaiting car with Sam., "She'll be there shortly, I'll make sure of it, you three need to secure our booth reservations.," and before they could rebut the man slammed the door and tapped the car to usher if off.

"You look really nice Y/L/N.," Tony greets your nervous form as he enters the kitchen you were nervously snacking in., "Don't you have a wife?," you deadpan and the billionaire chuckled., "Yes, and two perfectly working eyeballs.," You'd rolled your eyes, then moved to straighten out the tight red dress clinging to your body before accepting his awaiting crooked arm, reluctantly you'd looped yours through and allowed him to take you to the car.

—

Natasha and Wanda were at the bar ordering shots when you'd walked in with Tony, and it really was a shame because you looked great. Once they returned to the table their faces fell when they saw Tony sat there without you, "Where's she at Stark," Natasha asks, the bite in her voice unrestrained and the man gulps, because he's not sure the truth is much better than them thinking you just weren't here.

Wanda saw the way he looked between them instead of at them so she was quick to shift her gaze backwards. Her jaw was nearly on the floor when she saw you on the dance floor with a mixed drink in your hands while your body moved along to the rhythmic music with ease., "Fucking hell.," her cursing drew Natasha's gaze from the useless man and over to you., "Chertov ad.," she confirms, her shot being thrown back with ease, and without another word she was dragging a speechless Wanda behind her on the way to the dance floor.

Natasha stops just out of your eye line, the both of them more than okay being silent observers for the time being as you sip your drink and sway your hips delectably to the upbeat music.

"See you blowin' me a kiss, it doesn't take a scientist to understand what's going on, baby."

Wanda was the first one to notice the blonde making her way towards you, Natasha was the one who saw the interest you were showing. Jaws clenched at the varying sights, and the idea of quietly remaining on the sidelines was thrown right out the window.

You'd found the eyes of strangers flattering, but there was a layer of emptiness that came with their gazes, you knew why it was there, but you reminded yourself that this is the reality you needed to get used to; rendezvous with total strangers because the women of your dreams are not likely obtainable.

"If you see something in my eye, let's not overanalyze. Don't go too deep with it, baby."

Or so you thought, because the stark blue eyes that once expressed clear interest in you from across the dance floor were now glowing a crimson red, her body quick to scurry away, and yours basically followed suit in reverse.

"You say the word forevermore, that's not what I'm looking for. All I can commit to is maybe. So let it be what it'll be. Don't make a fuss and get crazy over you and me."

The sight startled you ever so slightly in your inebriated state, the step backwards you took was reflexive, and it left you to gasp when a pair of hands settled over your hips, the scent of her distinct perfume the only thing letting you in on who's holding you., "I'll play loose; not like we have a date with destiny.," Natasha found the lyrics rather amusing, so she leant forward, beaming at the way your body shivered from the simplest of contact., "Detka, I think if we're all being honest here our date with the all elusive destiny is well overdue."

"It's just (aah) a little crush (crush); not like I faint every time we touch.," Wanda suddenly slid before you, successful in sandwiching you between her and her longtime lover., "It's just (aah) some little thing (crush); not like everything I do depends on you," you gulped when she began to lean in, her lips teasingly slid over your cheek, leaving a smudge of her dark red lipstick behind en route to your ear., "This is also so much more than a crush, so how about you stop running from us, hm?"

Wanda was pleased to see the excitement behind your intense stare, then when your gaze not so subtly dropped to her lips she knew they had you where they wanted you. Her hands settled over Natasha's as she leaned into you, but her lips only ghosted over yours, she was giving you the chance to pull away, and when you didn't she eagerly closed the lingering gap.

Natasha's strong hold on your hips tightened when your ass was pushed back into her by the force of Wanda's lips that collided with yours, she smirked against the nape of your neck at the gasp you released upon feeling the bulge of her strap in her pants., "That's for you detka.," she confirmed, causing you to whimper into Wanda's mouth, and grind against her of your own volition., "We're going to take such good care of you tonight krasivaya.," another sinful whimper left your mouth when Wanda all of a sudden pressed her pelvis to yours, you were able to feel yet another bulging strap.

You could feel just how wet this brief steamy encounter made you, and so you were nothing short of desperate when reaching to pull Wanda even closer, if that was even possible. Wanda, much to your dismay, pulled away from the kiss, chuckling as you tried to chase her lips., "Look at her Tasha, so desperate for us.," the widow chuckled along with her partner., "Then how about we blow this joint, and give her exactly what she wants lyubov'.," Wanda smirked., "What do you say detka?"

The second you nodded the three of you were flying to close your tabs, each woman with your hand in theirs, and the widest smiles on all your faces as you proceeded to run out of the club in a fit of giggles. All of you failing to see the smug smile on Tony's face while his empty hand sat before Sam's gobsmacked face. The younger man dropped a $20 into the hand of the billionaire, cursing the whole time about having had no clue this would happen, and why the hell Tony's ass needed a broke dudes cash.

Tony snorted., "It's the principle of the bet bird man.," he clapped his hand over his shoulder in a show of faux camaraderie while slipping the bill into his pocket., "I wonder how they failed to notice the lack of the team being here."

"Sam, those women had their own agendas for this night, the lack of a couple super soldiers, an archer with a family, and a socially inept scientist didn't bother them in the slightest."

"Are we going back to the compound?," Sam questioned, and the billionaire shook his head., "Oh, absolutely not, I value my sleep too much, plus I got a wife and kid waiting for me at my actual home. Good luck birdboy."

—

Sitting in the backseat of a car, a panting mess, was not how you saw your night going, but you weren't complaining; Happy was not either. The women of your dreams were becoming your reality, their hands and lips were all over you, any skin that was visible to them was fair game. The whimpers they were able to pull from you was all the inspiration they needed to keep going, well there was that, plus the fact that they'd never really intended to stop.

Once Happy stopped the car Wanda used her powers to throw the door open, a bit irrational you think, but hot nonetheless. Natasha's hands were on your hips in no time, gentle but brisk as she pushed you across the seats and into Wanda's arms. Then upon exiting the car you watched them exchange a look, the smirk on Nat's face worried you, and within a second flat you find yourself thrown over her shoulder as the two of them effortlessly sprinted into the compound. To feel just how wanted you were by the gorgeous women was rather arousing, even if it was a bit humiliating to be carried, truth be told that was a contributing factor for why your panties were likely in ruin.

The moment they placed you down on the bed your eyes began to wander, the space that felt forbidden to you, but was always open for your viewing looked exactly as you'd expected it to. Natasha and Wanda shared a smile, giving you your moment to observe all that's new to you. Too afraid to overwhelm you—their shy baby. Their room was expectantly bigger than yours, that didn't phase you one bit, it was the built in reading nook that left you with bubbling envy., "Feel free to use that anytime you want detka, but for now, do you think we can use you?," the way she smirked at you while basically staring into your soul had you instantly rubbing your thighs together, a non verbal yes if you will.

The soft way in which you'd also gasped lent to Wanda settling down besides you, a soft hand turning your face to meet hers., "First, can you tell us how much you had to drink angel?," melting into her touch you softly hummed., "Only the one, I-I'm not even drunk anymore."

"Perfect.," she beamed, then her hand shifted to tangle into your hair, pulling you in for a tender kiss that soon left you breathless. With your focus on Wanda, who's tongue was not afraid to explore your mouth, you failed to hear Natasha's slacks hitting the bedroom floor. Only when her hand joined Wanda's in your hair, turning you away from the witch to look to her did your eyes have a chance to wander. The real sight of her naked transcended your greatest fantasies, she was otherworldly, and you were still shocked she wanted you like this.

Having your eyes on her just felt right, Natasha had been anticipating this moment for so long, and it was living up to all of her expectations. Your eyes still held an innocence, but the way you instinctually licked your lips at the sight of her strap told her you likely knew a bit more than they expected; that honestly excited her., "Come here krasivaya.," the redhead used her hold on your hair to gently pull you up from the witches lap you'd migrated into, and into her strong arms instead., "May I?," with her hand on the zipper of your dress, and her eyes on your lips you'd found yourself at a loss for words, so you sheepishly nodded instead, and just this once she decidedly let it slide.

Next to slide was your dress down your body, hitting the floor with a soft thump, that was a direct contradiction to the wild one inside your chest., "Holy shit detka, you're soaked.," her eyes were transfixed on the wet patch that covered the majority of your panties, a fresh wave of embarrassment crashed over your body, but the ever knowing former assassin was quick to use her free hand to stop yours from their fidgeting, and her lips finally pressed to yours to quell the insecurity she knew was fogging up your tortured mind.

Soon Wanda's pressed up against your back, hardened nipples brush against your skin as her lips tenderly press to your spine column. You shudder at the feeling of her cold fingers on your exposed hips, your body more than a bit overwhelmed by both of their attentions. Peering over your shoulder she locks eyes with her lover who's just pulled back from you for air, they have yet another silent discussion while you work to regain some composure.

After you witnessed Nat nod her head yours is being turned to the side so that Wanda's lips can meet yours, catching your soft whimpers as Natasha's slowly marking your chest, briefly she toys with your nipples, chuckling against your skin at the way you whine and shimmy., "Such a reactive little thing you are detka, we're going to have so much fun ruining you.," her hands naturally settled over the hem of your panties, warming the entirety of your body., "Please...," her eyes widen, it wasn't her exact intention as she settled on her knees, but your soft pleas and the smell of your arousal help her to make her mind up., "As you wish."

A breathy sigh of relief leaves you when the sticky material of your slick coated panties are finally removed from your body. Natasha's body shakes with excitement when met with your glistening folds, the need to taste you has been steadily on her mind for months now, so it should be of no shock as she dives right in. The moment her tongue flicks over your clit your body jolts back, pushing into Wanda, and pulling an affected groan from the brunette as your ass smacks into her strap.

Natasha heard her lovers cries, so without a second thought she lifted your leg over her shoulder, then with blind precision she reached around to guide Wanda's strap to your pulsing entrance, and the witch didn't have to be told twice, her hips thrust forward, filling you to the brim, and her lips attached to your neck once your head flew back against her shoulder due to the blinding pleasure coursing through you.

The couple worked in unison to bring you to your peak, Wanda's hands played with your breasts while she deeply thrusted into you, all while Natasha never wavered from using her talented mouth to stimulate your clit, and with a final thrust you were screaming, your walls fluttering around the strap that was now coated in your thick arousal. Once the brunette slowly pulled out of you Natasha swiftly replaced her strap with her tongue, collecting every last bit of your addicting arousal that flowed on out.

"You did so well for us detka.," Wanda coo'd, hands still gently kneading your breasts, her lips peppering kisses to your skin to calm you while Natasha continued to clean you up., "We're not even closed to finished yet either.," the redhead said as she emerged from between your thighs, her face shining with both your slick and the accompanying smile., "Good."

Natasha quirks a brow, thoroughly amused by your subtle traces of attitude, her heart then picks up at the thought of breaking you in., "Your Master wants you on your elbows and knees, with your ass up.," her words were stern, but her thumb stroking over your cheek was soft, a total contradiction to the darkness taking over her once green eyes., "I'm gonna fuck you while you suck your Mistress off.," she gently pecked your lips, then as if her intention was to give you whiplash she spun you around by your hip, and pushed you towards the bed.

Wanda was already laying down, so you were careful when climbing onto the bed, your hands were besides her thighs, while your spread out knees settled between her legs., "Look at our precious girl Tasha, so pretty and on top of that she's just such a good listener.," you whimpered as the woman praised you., "Yeah? Then why isn't she doing what I said?," before you could mutter an apology you were screaming from the immense pleasure Nat's strap was bringing to your body, your walls stretched with every inch she managed to push into you, it was the same length, but looks were deceiving because it was thicker than Wanda's.

Natasha hips were stilled, allowing you time to adjust to her size, but she was also patiently waiting for you to get to work. After you caught your breath, and felt your heart return to some sort of baseline you looked up to see Wanda's eyes were already on your kiss swollen lips, the same pair that were meant to be bringing her pleasure, and though she wasn't frowning you could see the disappointment in her eyes.

Taking in a shaky breath you used one of your hands to lift the strap up, the tip grazed over your mouth, leaving a trail of your slick behind that you experimentally licked, the brunette watched intently to see your reaction, and the way you moaned at the new sensation didn't disappoint. In fact, it only turned her on more, her hips jutted off the bed, causing the strap to clash into your teeth, you didn't let that throw you off though. With your hand on the base you pressed down, primarily for her pleasure as she moaned at the sensation, but also for leverage as you began to take the strap in., "That's right honey, make your mistress cum."

Natasha began to move, her thrusts were slow and deep, neither woman intended to hurt you, or let carnality win out without your wishes; honestly all they wanted was to love you, and you surely felt that in all of their movements. Wanda was restraining her hips, that much was obvious to you, the same was to be said for how Natasha kept a consistently slow pace, it truly warmed your heart, but you needed it harder., “Master, Mistress: please use me—need more.,” you’d whined pathetically around the tip of the witches strap, and with a shared set of smirks the lovers gave you exactly what you wanted.

The room soon filled with the sounds of your moans, that were repeatedly interrupted by your gags as they used your body like a rag doll. Natasha was pulling you back by your hips so aggressively that there’s likely going to be marks, while Wanda shoved you down by the grip in your hair as she unrelentingly fucked your throat., “Fuck, detka you’re taking us so well, I can tell you’re close.,” Natasha grunted while fighting the grip your walls had on her strap to thrust into the spot that had you seeing stars., “Go ahead baby, let go for us.,” Wanda added breathily as Natasha reached around to rub your clit, bringing you over the edge.

Wanda’s body stilled beneath yours as your body jolted so harshly that the harness hit her clit just right, and sent her tumbling into the world of immense pleasure with you. Natasha lifted your body upwards with her toned arms, her hips continuing to rut up into you in a desperate need for her own release, while in turn deliciously prolonging yours., “Fuck, you are so perfect detka, taking my cock so well.,” you managed to plant your feet on the edge of the bed, and with that leverage you pushed down into her thrusts, and in under just a minute she was screaming in pleasure, her teeth sinking into your shoulder as the wave’s overwhelmed her, and in turn you were thrown into another blinding orgasm of your own.

Natasha’s tongue glided over the harsh mark in an attempt to soothe you, her lips continued to travel over your back, leaving deep marks behind while the both of you came back down., “Clean mistress up detka, I’m going to go grab something.,” Natasha pressed a kiss to your temple while holding you tightly to her body, then once she noticed Wanda had shimmied out of the strap she lowered you back down, then glided her strap right on out of you.

Wanda’s hand settled on your cheek, the two of you sharing a soft moment before you did as your master said, causing the witches head to fly back into the pillows while her hands flew up to her breasts for added stimulation., “Fuck, you’re so good with that tongue of yours detka, gonna make your mistress cum again.,” she panted out, you were only meant to collect her previous release, but she wasn’t complaining with how deeply your tongue was thrusting into her, swirling around and prodding at her spot that sends her body into a fit of trembles.

Natasha watched from the doorway, arousal pooling in her lower abdomen with just how well you were able to work her longtime lover over, and with how eager you were to clean up the mess you brought about for a second time. This moment with you was already greater than either had expected it to be, with how shy you always were they really only expected you to take what they had for you, which was more than enough, but your eagerness to please them just the same was a welcome surprise.

Natasha abruptly flipped you off of Wanda, smirking down at your cum drunk expression, and leaning down to kiss you passionately. Slipping her tongue passed your lips she was moaning instantly as the familiar tang of Wanda enveloped her tastebuds. While your mind was preoccupied with maintaining the heated kiss Natasha’s hands slipped between your bodies, a cold feeling being drug over your abdomen left your body to shiver, making the redhead excited for the next reaction she was likely to pull as she expertly clamped the metal over your sensitive nipples., “Oh fu-fuck...”

She pulled back to gaze at your face, ensuring that the pain had only been momentary, you looked back up to her with a subtle smirk, she was relieved to find you enjoying the clamps., “Master.,” she quirked her brow in a silent response., “Thank you.,” tugging on the chain she offered you pleasure in lieu of a response, your consequent moan a thrilling sound., “Such a reactive little play thing.,” she mused.

Without another utterance she was crawling up your body, her thighs settling on either side of your face, situating her core above your eager lips., “Look at what you’ve done to me honey, time to do your due diligence, and show me just how you made your mistress scream.,” she lowered her puffy core down, sighing as soon as your tongue swiped through her sensitive folds, and screaming as you sucked her clit in between your teeth., “Fucking good girl.,” her groan made your heart swell, and only added to your need to please the women of your dreams.

Wanda enjoyed watching her lover writhing above your body while her heart rate settled, granted, seeing the way you pleasured her did have it stuttering every time you managed to pull a raspy, strained moan from her lovers throat. The sight of you beneath her was the most exhilarating for her, a smirk overtook her features upon seeing your thighs clenching. Clearly you were just as affected as she was by Natasha’s borderline pornographic moaning, and the witch would not be wasting an opportunity to taste you from the source.

Crawling down to face your cunt she was in awe, your gaping entrance spastically fluttered around nothing, she was smiling gratefully at the opportunity, with her heart now set on remedying your little problem. Lithe fingers swiped around your entrance, causing your body to squirm at the unexpected, but oh so satisfying touch. Wanda was pleased with the way your body responded, so she gave you what you wanted by pushing three of her fingers into your warm cunt. She pounded into you at a brutal pace, your walls having tried to hold her in a vice grip, her mouth had latched around your clit to add to the excess pleasure, and as if she’d intended to overwhelm your system, her other hand tugged on the chain.

Natasha fell into her orgasm head first, your sudden, and unwavering moaning sending nonstop waves of pleasure throughout her. Luscious, muscular thighs closed around your head, effectively cutting off your access to oxygen, but you were too overwhelmed by your own bodies trembling to even register the fact that you weren’t breathing anymore. Not that you’d even complain, it would be the hottest way to go, you were sure of it.

Wanda’s mouth was agape, your back arching, and trembling thighs had only caused her to increase her pace in hopes of helping you reach yet another peak, which is why her face, palm and fingers were now coated in your release. After a moment of sitting in her shock she felt a little concerned to see your body slump into the mattress, with her magic she yanked Nat off of you, and both women gasped at the sight.

“Holy shit Nat, please tell me she’s breathing.,” killing you was not on their agenda, and she sighed in relief when you gasped suddenly. There was no way to know if it was Nat’s thighs suffocating you, or the never ending orgasms that left you to be knocked out, but either way the couple were actually shocked, and worried. Their concerns settled with the rise and fall of your chest though, and that fucked out smile settled over your gorgeous, cum drenched face.

“We fucked her unconscious.,” Nat marvels, and Wanda joins her at your side to hear your breathing., “Mhm.,” the both of them laid kisses to your swollen lips before climbing off the bed to plan out how to take care of you in this unexpected state, and with a brief bout of eye contact, and an accomplished kiss they set off to do their parts.

Wanda left the room with the dirtied sheets, as well as a fresh set to add to the dryer to make sure the bed is as warm as possible for you. Then she headed off towards the kitchen on your shared floor to make a feast worthy of the appetite the lot of you built up, while Natasha carried your slumped form into the bathroom. She gently settled the both of you into the tub, smiling fondly as you settled into her hold even further in your deep sleep. She washed your hair before moving onto your exhausted body, being extra careful as she slid the loofah over your bruised hips, while also still admiring her handy work., “Such a beautiful thing you are.,” she cooed while finishing sudsing up your chest that was also covered in their many marks.

Wanda entered the bathroom just as Natasha was standing up, the lovers shared a soft kiss, and the witch helped the redhead get you out. They worked harmoniously to dress you in their clothes; Nat’s sweats, and Wanda’s cami. They then laid you against the fresh set of warmed up sheets, sighing dreamily at the sight of you so adorably laid out on their bed. Natasha settled her chin on Wanda’s shoulder, while her arms wrapped around her waist, and the little witch leaned into the familiar comfort.

“She’s all ours now Natty, our patience finally paid off.,” Natasha spun the witch around, and stared into her eyes, a vulnerability was ever present within them., “I love you Wands, and I love her too—so much.,” the brunette softly smiled at her lover, then leaned in to press a reassuring kiss to her lips., “I love you both so very much Natty.,” she cheered., “We did it.,” Natasha shook her head at her lovers antics., “Go freshen up lyubov’, I’ll finish the food.,” they shared a parting kiss, leaving you to rest while handling everything that was necessary.

Wanda straddled your waist after getting out and dressed, her hands cupped your cooled cheeks, and she simply stared at your calmed features for a brief moment before moving forward with waking you up., “Krasivaya, time to wake up.,” she whispered in your ear, then pressed her lips to your jaw softly, chuckling when you were squirming at the tickling touch.

Her lips slowly continued to travel up until she pressed them against your inviting lips., “Come on now detka, wake up.,” you whined weakly, trying to shift away with your eyes still tightly shut, but the sounds of your muddled thoughts told her this process of hers was working., “We’ve got fettuccine alfredo.,” she whispered, and within an instant your eyes were fluttering open, you were clearly a bit disoriented but with the mission of having pasta on your mind, your tummy expectantly rumbling, well it was clearly enough to motivate you to awaken.

“There she is.,” she cooed teasingly, watching as the remembrance of tonight’s events come crashing over your mind. A giggle left her when your eyes widened at the sight of her straddling you, as if your face hadn’t just been pressed against her pussy a little over an hour ago., “Wands, wh-what did this all mean?,” you softly croaked out, your hands now balled into fists at your side, and her once smiling face fell., “Oh detka.,” her hands unfurled yours, and linked them with hers instead, lifting them up to kiss your knuckles before leaving them over her chest so you could feel her heartbeat., “This meant everything to us, do you feel me?”

You nodded a bit sheepishly and she beamed., “This heart here, it beats for my girls only.,” the look of confusion in your eyes was amusing., “M-me? I’m your girl?,” she nodded., “Our.,” Natasha interjected into the soft moment, you turned to where the sound came from and saw her signature smirk, but what really caught your eye was the tray in her hand. Wanda shrieked as you abruptly sat up, but your hands wrapped around her to save her from falling.

Your breath hitched though as you saw just how close her face was to yours, the sight of her luscious pink lips enticed you, and in a mustered up moment of bravery you leaned in to kiss her. An air of innocence to contradict tonights earlier shenanigans was present as you moved your lips against hers, “Your girl.,” you repeated in a whisper against her lips, feeling as she smiled at your disbelieving tone.

“Our girl.,” Natasha corrected once more, using her hand to guide you away from the witch by the chin, and leaning in to kiss you a bit more harshly to convey the message more clearly., “Our perfect little one.,” she concluded as she pulled away from you, and Wanda was quick to readjust your bodies so that she was leaned against the headboard with your back to her.

“Open up.,” Natasha boomed with a forkful of pasta in her hands, to which you instantly did, moaning languidly as the creamy pasta brought you into another state of bliss., “Fuck, Wands that’s delicious.,” you said over the mouthful., “Swallow your food love, and what about me?,” the redhead pouted in your direction, and you giggled in response, bringing a warmth to both of their hearts., “We both know who made it.”

Wanda snorted as Natasha dropped the fork into the pan with a dramatic flare., “Yeah, well I carried the hot dish into here for your sake.,” you met her faux annoyance with a genuine smile., “I’m sorry Natty, I appreciate you too.,” the redhead groaned at your too cute for words nature, leaning in to kiss your lips., “Well aren’t you just the most adorable little thing.”

You attempted to shy away from her, taking compliments from the goddess’s had always been hard for you., “Detka, you’re gorgeous, if anyone’s a goddess here it’s you honey.,” you tried to hide behind your hands at being called out, but Natasha pulled them away instantly., “Hey, don’t hide from us detka, a beautiful lady such as yourself deserves to be marveled at.”

“We will remind you every day just how beautiful you are until you believe it detka.,” Wanda’s hands tenderly roam over your sides as she speaks so sweetly to you. Natasha moved the tray out of her lap so she could reach you better, her thumbs removed the tears pooling on your lower lashes, then her fingers tenderly traced the outline of your face., “Beautiful.,” a teasing smirk on her face as she booped your nose, and chuckled at your warming cheeks., “We love you Y/N/N.,” the soft confession wasn’t all that shocking to you after the shared night of passion, and it was somehow even easier for you to reciprocate., “I love you too.”

Wet kisses were simultaneously deposited on your cheeks, you giggled wildly at the sensation of your cheeks being permanently smooshed, their hearts fluttered in their chests at the sound of your genuine giddiness, the couple shared a final teary eyed stare at the reality of the situation; you were theirs, giggles and all.

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 7 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

Happy Kinktober 2023!! For each day in October, I’ll be posting a little fanfic for a different kink each day with one character!! Expand your reading horizons on new characters as well as taking a closer look at specific kinks! Safest to assume that they all contain smut 😏😉 Enjoy!! 🎃🖤 All of the songs for the fics are from this playlist—

Approach at your own risk… smut =* extra smutty =**

October 1st- Begging Kink with Lady Leonora Lesso*

October 2nd- Bondage Kink with Miss Alma Peregrine*

October 3rd- Praise Kink with Lady Alcina Dimitrescu*

October 4th- Gagging Kink with Melissa Schemmenti*

October 5th- Edge Play Kink with Marilyn Thornhill*

October 6th- Sensory Deprivation Kink with Melinda May*

October 7th- Breast Worship Kink with Miranda Hilmarson

October 8th- Daddy Kink with Narcissa Malfoy*

October 9th- Wax Play Kink with Alex Blake

October 10th- Marking/Branding Kink with Larissa Weems*

October 11th- Impact Play Kink with Florence*

October 12th- Knife Play Kink with Natasha Romanoff*

October 13th- Collaring Kink with Clarissa Dovey

October 14th- Degradation Kink with Cipher*

October 15th- Voyeurism Kink with Tara Lewis*

October 16th- Mistress Kink with Polly Gray*

October 17th- Biting Kink with Morticia Addams

October 18th- Pet Play Kink with Lucifer Morningstar*

October 19th- Mommy Kink with Mon Mothma*

October 20th- Uniform Kink with Maria Hill

October 21st- Chocking Kink with Regina Mills*

October 22nd- Age Gap Kink with Barbara Howard

October 23rd- Marking/Breeding Kink with Elle Greenaway*

October 24th- Blood Kink with Anna May*

October 25th- Discipline Kink with Lucienne

October 26th- Pain Kink with Captain Phasma*

October 27th- Water Kink with Emily Prentiss

October 28th- Corsetry Kink with Nebula

October 29th- Puppy Play Kink with Bellatrix Lestrange*

October 30th- Innocence Kink with Fennec Shand

October 31st- Exhibitionist Kink with Peggy Carter*

Thanks for sticking around 🖤🎃👻 Leave a comment, reblog a post, message me—I want to hear your thoughts!!

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natsaffection · 19 days

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Mafia's Mistress pt. 1 | N.R

MafiaBoss!Natasha x Civilian!YoungerReader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), kinda manipulative Nat, Oral and fingering (r receiving), restraints, begging, edging and normal stuff :v

Word Count: 4,8 K

A/N: First of many parts is here! I want to post about it every Sunday, so if you want to be tagged, let me know and have fun! 🫱🏼‍🫲🏻

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Never in your wildest dreams could you have imagined that you would be sitting in such a large penthouse, with hundreds of security guards around you who only have one order: to keep you safe.

Never would you have thought that you would no longer have to worry about money, or what you would do if you were running low at the end of the month. Never would you have thought that this one person would turn out to be the strongest and most feared woman in the world.

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In the heart of the bustling city, where neon lights painted the streets pink and blue, you hurriedly made your way through the crowded sidewalks, your heart pounding with excitement and fear as you clutched your books tightly to your chest.

The rhythmic hum of the city enveloped you, a symphony of car horns, distant chatter, and the occasional street performer's tune. As you rounded a corner, your hasty steps faltered, causing you to collide with a figure cloaked in shadow. A gasp escaped your lips as you stumbled back, your books slipping from your grasp and scattering across the sidewalk like fallen leaves.

Your heart was racing in your chest as you looked up, your eyes widening in surprise as you met the piercing gaze of a woman in front of you. She stand tall and imposing, her dark hair cascading around her shoulders like a waterfall, framing a face that exuded an aura of mystery and danger. Your breath caught, a mixture of fear and curiosity swirling inside you like a tempestuous storm.

The woman bore into you with a piercing gaze, studying you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The air between you crackled with unspoken words, the tension thickening like syrup as the world around you seemed to fade into the background.

"I-I'm so sorry," you stammer, your voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

The woman's expression remained invisible as she raised an eyebrow ever so slightly, her gaze still on you. The silence between you stretched, full of unspoken questions and unspoken emotions. “You don’t need to apologize,” her voice was a melodic blend of honey and ice, each word carefully weighed and imbued with a hidden depth that sent a chill down your spine once again. Her eyes, a mesmerizing shade of emerald green, had an enigmatic glow, as if they could see through your innermost being and unravel the layers of your soul with a single glance.

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As you and the woman settled into a cozy corner of the bustling cafe, the scent of freshly brewed coffee enveloped you in a warm embrace. You couldn’t help but cast coy glances at the woman in front of you.

“So,” Natasha, how she introduced herself began with silky elegance as she took a sip of her coffee, “What made you offer me a coffee as an apology?” You shifted uncomfortably in your seat, the weight of guilt once again weighing on your heart. "I just felt really bad about bumping into you," you admit, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "And I wanted to make it up to you somehow."

Natasha looked at you with a knowing look, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Well, you certainly know how to make a first impression," she said, a hint of a smile playing on her lips. "I have to admit, I was a little surprised by your offer." You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief at Natasha's words, your fear melting away like snow under the warm spring sun.

"I'm glad you accepted," you say, a genuine smile spreading across your face. "I was worried you'd find it weird." Natasha giggled softly, which was music to your ears. "Believe me, I've encountered far stranger things in my line of work," she said cryptically, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But I have to admit, this is a first for me." As you both talked, Natasha's phone buzzed incessantly in her pocket, a constant reminder of the world outside her little bubble.

With practiced ease, she discreetly checked her messages, her expression unreadable as she absorbed the information being relayed to her. You can't help but notice the subtle change in Natasha's demeanor, the way her expression softened ever so slightly as she glanced at her phone.

Before you could think about it any further, Natasha pocketed her phone and turned her attention back to you, a small smile playing on her lips. "So, tell me more about yourself. What do you do when you're not bumping into mysterious strangers on the street?"

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the question, your fingers tightening around your coffee cup.

"Um, my name is Y/n, I'm a journalist.." When you told her, Natasha's eyebrows shot up in genuine surprise, her eyes widening with interest. "Journalist?" she exclaimed, her voice filled with curiosity. "That's.. fascinating. Why did you choose this profession?" Your heart skipped a beat at Natasha's genuine interest, a warmth spreading through you as she realized Natasha was genuinely interested in you. "I've always loved telling stories," you explain, your voice growing more confident with each word. "As a journalist, I can shed light on important issues and give a voice to those who need it most."

Natasha leaned closer to you, her eyes shining with admiration. "That's incredibly noble," she said seriously, her words making you tremble with excitement. "I have to admit, I've never met a journalist before. This must be quite an adventure." As they continued to chat, you felt her opening up to Natasha in a way she hadn't with anyone else. Natasha's genuine interest calmed you down and made you feel valued and appreciated.

You gathered up all your courage and decided to ask Natasha's question herself, "What do you do for a living?" Natasha's smile disappeared for a split second, a barely perceptible hint of hesitation crossing her face before she regained her composure. "Oh, I work in marketing," she answered smoothly, her voice betraying none of the uncertainty that lingered in her head.

"That sounds interesting too," you say in a polite tone, trying to hide your lingering curiosity. “What do you like most about it?” Natasha’s smile widened, relief flooding through her as you accepted her answer without further questioning, “I love the creative aspect of it,” Natasha replied, her words flowing effortlessly as she slipped into the role of the confident professional. “Coming up with new ideas and strategies to promote products and services is a challenge, but a rewarding one.”

As the two of you continued your conversation in the cozy corner of the busy cafe, Natasha couldn’t help but notice the genuine warmth and innocence you exuded. Despite the complexity of her own life and the secrets she kept, Natasha found herself drawn to the simplicity and sincerity of your interaction.

It was rare that she let her guard down and had a conversation without the weight of her past weighing on her, but with you, it felt effortless.

As your conversation reached its peak, however, Natasha’s phone buzzed with an urgent message. Her expression remained stoic as she looked at the screen, "Y/n, I'm sorry, but I have to go," Natasha said in an apologetic tone as she quickly packed up her things. "Something came up at work."

Your heart sank at the abrupt change of plans, but you nodded in understanding, hiding your disappointment behind a polite smile. "Of course, I hope everything is okay?"

Natasha smiled reassuringly at you, although there was something unreadable in her eyes. "Everything will be fine," she said with more conviction than you expected.

Before you could even offer to pay for her coffee, Natasha quickly reached into her purse and pulled out her wallet.

"Let me take care of this, as a thank you for the time," Natasha insisted, her voice firm but gentle as she approached the counter to settle the bill. Despite the haste in her movements, Natasha's demeanor remained calm, her actions swift and purposeful.

You watched in surprise as Natasha paid for both coffees, a small gesture that spoke volumes amidst the chaos of her abrupt departure.

"Thank you," you say quietly as you walk towards the door. Natasha smiled warmly at you, her eyes softening with genuine affection. "It was a pleasure, Y/n," she replied in a soft voice, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Take care of yourself, okay?"

And with that, Natasha disappeared into the busy streets of the city, leaving you standing alone in the entrance of the cafe.

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Dark clouds loomed over you as you moved stealthily through the deserted alleys of the city, your camera at the ready and your senses on high alert. You had received an anonymous tip about illegal dealings taking place in secret, and you were determined to gather evidence for your next story.

As you carefully snapped photos of the desolate surroundings, you didn't notice the figure lurking behind it until it was almost too late. With a startled gasp, you stumbled backwards, your heart racing as you turned to face the unexpected intruder.

To your surprise, Natasha stood before you, a shadowy figure in the dimly lit alley. Your breath caught as you met Natasha's piercing gaze, a feeling of unease settling over you like a thick fog.

"N-Natasha?" you greet carefully, your voice tinged with suspicion as you eye the woman in front of you.

Natasha's expression softened as she looked at you with amusement, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. "Well, what a surprise to see you again," Natasha remarked with a wry smile. "Are you following me by any chance?"

Your suspicion grew at Natasha's light-hearted remark, your head racing with questions about the woman's true intentions. "I could ask you the same," you reply, your tone tinged with skepticism as you watch Natasha's every move.

Natasha's smile vanished for a moment, a hint of uncertainty crossing her face before she regained her composure. "Touché," she replied with a giggle, although there was a hint of tension in her voice. "Maybe we're just two ships passing each other in the night."

As raindrops began to fall from the darkening sky, Natasha's demeanor changed and a mischievous glint came into her eyes. "Looks like it's about to pour," she remarked with a mischievous grin. "Why don't we leave this desolate alley and find somewhere more.. inviting?"

You nod, still stunned that you've met again. As you make your way to a slightly brighter area, you can't shake the feeling that Natasha is looking you up and down and you speak up again,

"So..." you begin, your voice laced with suspicion as you glance sideways at the enigmatic woman next to you. "What were you really doing back there? Looking for your next victim?"

You try to lighten the mood with a mischievous joke, although the tension between you was somehow palpable. Natasha chuckled softly, her eyes flickering with amusement as she considered your joke. "See through it..." she replied ironically, her voice laced with a hint of desire. "But I'm afraid the truth is far less exciting than you might think."

Your brow furrowed in confusion, your mind racing to decipher Natasha's cryptic words. "Less exciting?" you repeat, your voice laced with uncertainty. Natasha nodded, her expression carefully neutral as she met your gaze. "Yes," she replied quietly, her mind preoccupied with the image of you in her bed. What?

"You know, I was... hoping to find someone and I seem to have gotten a little carried away and ended up in the right place at the right time." Natasha's excuse and lie took a completely different turn than she had originally intended. But better this way than that.

Your eyes widened as you realized what Natasha had said and your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. "Oh," you murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. "I... I understand." Natasha's desire burned even hotter at your reaction, her head racing at the thought of having you all to herself. What is wrong with her?

"How about it?" Your breath caught in your throat as you fought to keep your composure. Your mind was clouded by Natasha's proximity. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I mean, I shouldn't have... um, whatever." But Natasha's desire burned too fiercely to be ignored, and she couldn't resist the temptation to take what she wanted. "You know what?" she said suddenly, her tone dripping with seduction. "Since you're already here, why don't you come to my place? I could make us something to eat and then we'll see where it takes us, what do you think?" Your eyes widened in surprise at Natasha's unexpected invitation, your heart racing with excitement and concern.

"Oh, I don't know..." you begin, your voice full of uncertainty. But Natasha's desire burned too fiercely to be suppressed, and she couldn't resist the urge to push you further. "We can just eat. Continue our conversation from the coffee shop.” she said now in a gentle tone so as not to push her away

And when you hesitated for a moment and uncertainty flickered in your eyes, Natasha's unwavering gaze and her energetic tone convinced you to take the leap into the unknown. “But you promise me not to kill me in secret, okay?” Natasha rolled her eyes inwardly, your sweet little manner does something to her. “Promise.”

You had imagined her area exactly like that. Natasha seems classy, elegant to you and so does her apartment. Small, simple, modern. Her interior looks exactly like that. She goes into the kitchen, “Are you of legal age yet?” The question threw you off track a little, was that ironic? Did she mean it - “That was a joke... loosening up, you're stiff.” You smile nervously. Maybe it all happened too quickly for you. Natasha puts two wine glasses on the table and brings a bottle of water, "Take what you want," she leans across from you. You sit on the plush sofa and wait for something. Anything.

"You know, I'm not used to getting to know people." You were glad that she finally said something, so you could at least carry on a conversation now, "That's it. You're going to kill me." You answer sarcasm-wise. Natasha grinned again, "What makes you always think that?" You unconsciously bite your lip and scratch the rim of the glass in your hand with your nails. "I don't know...You...Please don't take this negatively, but you look like that sometimes.." As you continue to babble about your own words, Natasha only thinks one thing. That's how it should be.

Natasha laughed softly and put her glass on the table. "Well, maybe I just like to keep the people around me guessing. Am I a killer? Am I just a poor, lonely woman looking for her pleasure in the night? Or something else entirely? It's exciting to reveal who you really are, bit by bit. It's a dance of seduction...and I like to think I'm an artist in that regard."

You felt your pulse quicken and your gaze fell to Natasha's lips. "I wouldn't mind seeing you like this..." You put everything on the line. You want her.

Natasha shifted in her seat, a devilish glint in her eyes. "You say that like you're ready for a private performance," she teased. You met her gaze, the tension in the room running like a wire. "Maybe I am..." you admitted. Natasha's mouth twisted into a slow, knowing smile. With a quick movement, she drank the rest of her wine and raised her eyebrow. "Well, since this seems to be the premiere of a solo exhibition, maybe I should leave the stage and take a bow."

You felt your face turn red. "I-I'd love to," you said, your breath catching. Natasha rose, an aura of seductive confidence surrounding her like a second skin as she walked around the coffee table. You watched, heart pounding, as Natasha stood between your outstretched legs. Slowly, she reached for your water glass and placed it next to her own, her movements deliberate and graceful. "I want your full attention," she murmured, her minty breath blowing against your face.

You nodded, your voice catching in your throat as Natasha lowered herself and your lips met in a feverish kiss. You felt Natasha's hands brush against your sides. Natasha chucked, her voice glowing with desire. "You're so nervous." She pulled back, her piercing green eyes meeting yours.

"Let me help you." Natasha's hands began to explore your body, her touch like fire on your skin. Slowly, she unbuttoned your blouse, her lips brushing against your neck with each button she unbuttoned. You arched your back and moaned softly as Natasha's lips touched your bare skin and her tongue found its way to the curve of your breast.

Natasha teased your nipples with her teeth, pulling and sucking until you were squirming in her lap and your fingers were clutching Natasha's red locks. Natasha's hands moved further down and reached for the zipper of your jeans. She pulled it down slowly, her fingers brushing against your inner thigh. You bit your lip and your hips jerked as Natasha's hand entered your panties and found them soaking wet and ready for her touch.

Natasha teased your opening, her fingers circling your clit in slow, deliberate movements that made you squirm with desire. "N-Natasha.." you gasped, your fingers clinging tighter to Natasha's hair. "Don't tease m-me.." Natasha groaned and her fingers continued to dance over your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. "You wanted a private showing. I'll give it to you," Natasha purred, her fingers dipping into your wetness. She stroked you slowly and teasingly before sliding two fingers inside you.

You moaned and your head fell back as Natasha's fingers began to move in a steady rhythm. Natasha's thumb circled your clit, increasing the pressure inside you. "O-Oh.." you gasped, your hands grabbing Natasha's shoulders. Natasha grinned as she felt the walls of your pussy clench around her fingers. "You like that?" she taunted in a deep, sensual voice. "You like how I fuck you with my fingers and make you wetter than ever?"

You could only nod, your breath coming in short, sharp gasps as Natasha continued to stroke you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, your body shaking with pleasure. Natasha's fingers were relentless, driving you higher and higher until you were a writhing mess on her lap. Suddenly Natasha pulled her fingers out, making you gasp in need.

"No, no, no," you whimper, your body begging for more. Natasha giggled, her eyes sparkling with pleasure. "Patience, I'm not done with you yet." She stood up, took your hands and pulled you up with her. Natasha led you to the nearby wall, pressing your back against it as you lowered your head to hide your noises from her. She could feel your hands wandering over her body, Natasha's hips grinding against you, searching for friction.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Y/n?" You nodded, your breath catching as Natasha's teeth grazed your neck. "Yes, please..” you pleaded, your voice hoarse with desire. Natasha's lips curved into a smile against your skin and she reached for the button of her own jeans. With a wave of her hand, they opened, revealing matching lacy underwear that left little to the imagination. You couldn't help but stare, your mouth going dry as Natasha stepped closer, your bodies snuggled close together. "Do you like what you see?" Natasha purred, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "Then let me show you more."

Natasha reached out a hand to you, "Excited?" Skeptically, you followed Natasha close on her heels as the red-haired woman led you through her sprawling home. You meandered through the luxurious interior, which was decorated with sleek, modern furniture. Some rooms were light and airy, while others were softly lit with lamps and strategically placed candles.

You reached a room door hidden in a dark, secluded hallway, different from the rest of the house. Your heart raced, and your anticipation grew. This had to be her bedroom.

Natasha turned, looked over her shoulder, and caught your eye. "One thing I want to make sure of. If you feel uncomfortable, we can always go back to the living room, okay?"

Her green eyes shone with dark passion. You swallowed hard and nodded. You were nervous and excited at the same time with the anticipation of what was to come. Natasha smiled, her mouth twisting into a mischievous grin as she opened the door. "Welcome to my playroom," Natasha purred, reaching for a dimmer switch that gently bathed the room in a soft, seductive light.

Your eyes widened at the sight before you. Leather-clad walls were adorned with provocative artwork depicting scenes of bondage and domination. A steel frame loomed menacingly in one corner, and the air was filled with an indefinable, dark eroticism. It was exciting and terrifying at the same time. Your breath caught as you took in the room, your body tingling with excitement and your stomach fluttering. Natasha stepped forward, her heels clicking imperiously on the stone floor. "What do you think?" You look at everything, let a few things slide through your hands and turn back to her, "I've always read about it...but never thought I'd...you know." Natasha smiled gently, "You don't have to be afraid. I promise you'd enjoy it." The voice was hypnotic, her words weaving a sensual spell. You nod, unable to find your voice as you surrendered to the moment.

Natasha moved closer to you, your bodies touching. Her hand reached out, gently caressing your cheek before moving down to her neck and resting gently on her pulse. "There's something about you. You're curious, exciting and open-minded. I want to show you what I like, what I love and what I desire. I want you to trust me and enjoy every moment. Surrender and I will guide you through an unforgettable experience."

Natasha's voice echoed through the room and you felt a surge of lust and adrenaline building in yours. You nodded again and whispered, "I trust you." With a mischievous grin, Natasha led you to the imposing steel bondage frame. She began to remove your clothing layer by layer, revealing your pale skin and the goosebumps that covered your body. Her fingers gently stroked your trembling body, increasing your anticipation.

You stood there, trembling with desire, as Natasha secured your wrists and ankles to a frame with soft, velvety shackles. Unyielding metal surrounded you, holding you captive, but instead of being afraid, you felt an incredible sense of freedom. Your body was at the mercy of this woman, this mysterious and sensual creature in front of you. Natasha moved around you, admiring you from every angle. "You're breathtaking," she murmured, running her fingertips over your torso.

You gasped at the touch, the warmth of Natasha's hand sending shivers down your spine. Your chest heaved, your heart pounding in your ears. Natasha's eyes locked on yours, and you knew that this woman had completely captivated you. "Do you trust me, Y/n?" Natasha asked in a deep and sensual voice.

"Yes," you whisper, unable to hide the desire etched on your face. Natasha's grin widened. "Good." And with that, she leaned forward, her lips pressed against yours with insatiable hunger. Their mouths moved in sync, exploring each other, their tongues dancing with each other like old lovers reuniting after a long separation. You moaned as Natasha's hand moved between your legs, parting your labia and finding your clit. She stroked it gently, sending waves of pleasure through your trembling body.

You whimpered, your eyes fluttering shut. Natasha continued to caress and tease you, moving her hand to gently thrust two fingers into your wet heat. Your hips bucked wildly, your body begging for more. Natasha grinned against your lips and thrust harder and faster, her fingertips grazing your G-spot.

You gasped, your whole body shaking as the familiar pressure of an orgasm built inside you. Natasha's lips found your ear, her voice barely above a whisper. "Don't come yet. Not until I give you permission."

You continued to whimper and your eyes fluttered shut. "Please, Natasha," you begged, your voice hoarse and desperate, getting closer and closer to the edge of your climax. "No, not yet..." Natasha growled. "If you can't follow simple instructions, I'll have to punish you. And believe me, you don't want that." Natasha's voice was heavy with desire, her words silky and coated with promises.

Your body trembled, your breath caught as you shook your head. Natasha's hand moved away from your sex, making you tremble with anticipation. She stood behind you, her body pressed against yours from behind, her hands gripping your hips.

"Good girl," Natasha whispered in your ear, her lips brushing your earlobes. She trailed her lips down your neck, biting and sucking gently. "Please…" you begged, not even sure what you were begging for anymore. Natasha's hands moved from your hips, up your torso, tracing the curve of your breast before reaching up to gently grip your neck.

"Not yet," she said again, her voice a low rumble in your ear. Despite the pain between her legs, you breathed deeply and evenly, concentrating on the heady mix of pleasure and pain coursing through your body. Natasha's fingers on your neck sent shivers down your spine, the metal frame in your back a constant, comforting reminder of your vulnerability.

You were hoarse, desperate and full of longing. Natasha's lips curled into a wicked smile, her eyes shining with desire as she slowly sank to her knees. Her hands slid over your trembling thighs, gently pushing them apart and giving her unhindered access.

Your breath caught as Natasha's tongue darted out and circled your aching clitoris in slow, deliberate circles. You shuddered, the mixture of lust and anticipation driving you wild. With each stroke of Natasha's tongue, your hips bucked, a soft moan escaping your lips. Your breath came in short, ragged gasps, the buildup of your orgasm threatening to overwhelm you. But Natasha didn't let you come yet.

"Beg for it," she commanded in a firm but hoarse voice. The command made you shudder. You were soaking wet and aching for release, but you held back, enjoying the delicious agony. "Please, Natasha, make me come. I'm begging you!!”

But Natasha was relentless, refusing to let you find your release. Instead, she teased you with slow, gentle flicks of her tongue, occasionally sucking your swollen clit into her mouth. Your toes curled, your fingers clenched into fists as Natasha continued her torture. "F-Fuck, Natasha, I'm so c-close.." you whimper, trying to push your hips against Natasha's mouth.

But Natasha's grip on your thighs tightened, holding you still and prolonging her torment. "Do you deserve to come?" Natasha asked, her voice muffled against your smooth skin. She felt like an agonizing tease on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. "Yes, yes I do.." you gasped, your head spinning with lust and desperation.

Natasha's giggle sent shivers down your spine. With one final agonizing flick of her tongue, she granted you a reprieve, sending you spinning over the edge with devastating precision. “You can let go, Malysh.”

"Yes, fuck YES!" you screamed, arching your back as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over your body. Natasha continued to tease and probe, prolonging every last tremor until you were left breathless and limp in your bonds. You stand there, panting and shaking, enjoying the euphoria coursing through your veins.

Natasha stands up, her eyes dark with desire, and leans in to whisper in your ear. "You know what I mean, Detka? That was just a taste," Natasha murmurs, her lips brushing your earlobes. "I want to give you more, so much more. Will you let me?" You nod exhaustedly, your breath catching with every word Natasha speaks in your ear. You were helpless, tied up and at the mercy of this woman. You couldn't resist the lure of what Natasha was offering you. "Good girl," Natasha praised, her voice heavy with desire.

#natasha x reader #natasha smut #natasha romanoff #dom!natasha x reader #natasha romanov x reader #nat x reader #natasha romanov smut #natasha romonova #the avengers #natasha

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coochiequeens · 2 months

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Every woman should have a friend like Grace at their party.

Do Chris and his mommy and daddy really think that any woman he manages to date won't eventually find out about how he treated his ex and then his mistress?

I hope she invites Grace to every party she holds in the future. And that she dumps Natasha.

#Reddit #Aita #Men facing the consequences of their actions #Men delusional enough to believe that future dates won't eventually learn about their horrible actions #The dude cheated on and then left his dying wife. How long into a new relationship will it take until someone gossips about it?#Her friends perceive him as a terrible person because he is one #He obviously hasn't learned any lessons if wasn't getting the hint Grace wasn't interested and kept pestering her #This why men hate women gossiping

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wandamaximoffsbadgirl · 2 months

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Little Girl Gone Mob Boss AU Headcanons

A/N: Alright my brain woke up feral this morning with a bunch of head canons for my new series that I've been working on so here you go the fruit of my labor. Also there are mentions of t*row up, mentions of killing, and actual depictions of killing so please read at your own caution. 18+ HC are marked as such

Minors/men DNI

SFW

-Y/N buying Wanda all the pretty rings and necklaces because you love seeing her wear them

-Wanda shows you pictures from high school when she was emo which is something you hadn't expected from the suburban mom

-After you learn this information you slowly add things to her wardrobe such as black skirts like she used to wear and band shirts and fishnetting

-The first time you see her in a little black pleated skirt you go feral. Luckily the boys are at school and you take her right on the kitchen counter

-She decides to wear skirts more often after that. Usually when she wants something.

-You slowly teach the boys how to fight, but don't introduce them to anything dangerous. Not until they're much much older.

-Wanda also eventually gets in on the self defense lessons

-Wanda and you go out regularly for date nights and taking the boys out trying to keep your lives as normal as possible

-When you propose to Wanda it’s at a fancy restaurant where you guys have a private room

-She says yes (of course) and you couldn’t be happier

-You guys decide to have your wedding in Sokovia and do a traditional Sokovian wedding

-When you guys have your first dance you include the boys where you start the dance together then you dance with Billy and her with Tommy and then you two switch off.

-You guys end up having a baby girl after getting married

-At this point the boys would be old enough that you offer the choice to them of joining and both do say yes, but Billy focuses on the business side of things and asks to go to college for business. He ends up double majoring in Business and law.

-Tommy also goes for a business degree, but ends up switching to go into nursing and becomes a Trauma Certified Registered Nurse to be able to deal with injuries that happen in the family business.

NSFW 🔞

-Both you and Wanda are switches

-the first time you two try and do things and she calls herself ‘Mommy’ it sends you into a PTSD panic attack because of Natasha calling herself Daddy.

-Wanda soothes you back down and is such a soft Dom the whole time and everytime until you ask for more.

- “M-Mommy please r-rougher,” your lips parted, tongue out as you try to roll your hips on her strap. She's edged you for hours into a blissed out state.

- “Whatever my princess wants she'll get.” She grabs your hips with a bruising force as she sinks deeper and moves her hips roughly until you're screaming and crying and begging Mommy to let you cum

- “You've been such a good girl. Go on cum for Mommy baby. You deserve it for being such a good girl.”

-The first time you were on top you weren't sure because you had never done it, but you wanted to try it.

-You realized how good it felt but struggled with what you wanted Wanda to call you. Mistress, Master, Sir, Ma'am, King, Queen, Goddess, Owner, Handler, Boss, Captain. You two felt like you went through everything until one night Wanda tentatively brought it up,

- “I know how you feel about it, but maybe…we could try Daddy?” Her words throw you through a loop. “I think it could be helpful even. You'd be such a better Daddy than her.” Wanda puts a reassuring hand on your thigh. “You'd be the best.”

-It's her words of encouragement that make you give it a try because she just sounds so soft and genuine.

-You have Wanda beneath you, a pretty collar and leash on her as you slowly sink inside of her with the cum filled strap the two of you recently purchased.

-Once your hips start moving, slow at first, you're hitting that spot that she loves and she just moans out, “Right there Daddy! Please Daddy harder!” And you go absolutely feral as you pump harder and rougher, pulling on her leash as you do so, both of you having a rather quick build up, “Gonna breed you baby. Gonna have my babies inside of you. You're gonna give me a set of twins right?” Wanda is so blissed out that all she can manage is, “Yesh Daddy m'gon cum!”

-During the aftercare Wanda assures you of how much she loved it. She could see how worried you were over becoming more like Natasha, but her words soothed you.

-As you two were cuddling up, watching TV afterwards she spoke up, “Would you actually want another set of twins?” You shrug, “if it happened I wouldn't be upset, but I'd love to even just make one mini us.” You tell her wholeheartedly which brings tears to her eyes. “I love you Wands. I wanna spend forever with you. I know this lifestyle isn't ideal for a family, but-” she cuts you off with a bruising kiss as she crawls into your lap. “I love you too Y/N/N. We'll make it work. I fell in love with this, with you so we'll make it work.”

NSFW Mob life HC

-You still take care of business mostly at home.

-The basement is off limits to the boys and is under several locks along with a fingerprint scanner and a pass code only you, Carol, and Maya know.

-One day Wanda comes with you to the basement even though you've told her a million and one times that she doesn't have to be involved in the business she insists.

-She watches a side of you she's never seen before. The side that Natasha created. It's almost as if she's watching Natasha pull strings on you.

-You torture someone for hours before getting the information from them. You grab your gun and look at Wanda, eyes cold as she trembles.

- “You can look away darling.” You tell her, but she doesn't, eyes fixed on you as the man begs and pleads for his own life, but he made the mistake of being on the wrong side of things, on Natasha’s side.

- “If I let you go Natasha will pick up where I left off. Slowly torturing you until you die a slow and painful death. This is mercy.” You tell him and fire your gun right between his eyes. Blood and brain splatter everywhere. Especially on you.

- “Carol, clean this mess up and show Kamala how it’s done. She needs to learn. I need a shower and I need this all done and out of the house before the boys get home. I'm gonna send Maya out with America to check up on the info we were given.”

-You turn your attention to Wanda holding out a hand to her, “Come on darling. Shower.” There was some blood on her and you helped her upstairs. Wanda didn't talk the whole time until you were drying her hair on the bed. “How do you do that?” She whispers and you barely catch it.

- “When Natasha trained me. I actually threw up a lot. It disgusted me to my core. I had a hard time handling it, but everytime I did something right she'd praise me. Reward me. The last time I killed for her she praised me because I only threw up after I killed the man. Now I'm…it's like I'm not me. I dissociate from it in the moment.”

-Wanda turns towards you, crawling into your lap, nuzzling against your neck and letting her hands get under your shirt and onto your back for more skin contact. “Thank you for taking care of us. I always appreciated it before, from the moment you saved us, but now after seeing what you do…I can appreciate it even more.”

-After much back and forth Wanda wants to help out. At first you have her work in your office at the computer on record keeping, but she says she wants to get out of the house so you allow her on safe calls. Mainly to get money from people along with Kamala.

-You never let her go into dangerous situations.

-You always make sure Maya tails the two girls when they go out especially when Wanda first starts, but you see that Wanda is able to handle her own.

-One time Wanda comes home trying to hide all the cuts, scraps, and bruises after fighting with someone over their rent.

-You freak out when you see it and after cleaning her all up the two of you go back out and you take care of him in front of Wanda. Showing her how to overpower someone bigger.

-You keep the man on edge making him constantly think that he’s going to die until he’s begging for his life and has pissed himself.

-There comes a breaking point between you and Natasha which leads to an all out war between your two mobs

-After a lot of loss on both sides Natasha and you go at each other which ends up with her losing her life when she can’t just accept how things are now.

-Though Yelena wants to kill you over this Kate convinces her not to

-You and Clint come to an agreement of a truce. Which ends the decade long fight at this point

- “I didn’t want it to end this way.” Tears streamed down your face as your knees crashed to the hard ground beside Natasha’s body. “You were terrible to me. Treated me like I was nothing and yet I still wanted to see you change. To be better!” Wanda holds you as you cry and shake in her arms not realizing all the emotional turmoil that you felt towards Natasha even after all these years.

#ley writes #ley speaks #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff smut #wanda x reader #wanda x you #mob boss!reader #mob boss au #little girl gone au #mommy!wanda

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me-uglypretty · 2 years

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[Discussing undercover mission]

Y/n: Bruce can play the role of my father. He’s old like my actual father.

Bruce:

Y/n: You’re right, he should be grand papa or whatever cause he’s really old. Natasha can be my wife!

Natasha:

Y/n: And Wanda is my mistress or that’s what people think...but really, she’s my wife too! The three of us are in loving relationship.

Wanda:

Y/n: And we have one kid, America!

America: Please don’t drag me into this. Please.

#marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wandanat x reader #wandanat imagine #wandanat incorrect quotes

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inlovewithgreta · 9 months

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Feathers — Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Synopsis: Natasha wants to try out a new toy.

Warnings: Praise, mistress kink, blindfolding, toys (feather tickler), feather play, possession kink, teasing, cunnilingus, fingering, etc…

Word Count: 2.1k

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"How good have you been?" The redhead asks, while circling your kneeling body.

Your gaze lowers, and you shift your body to a more natural kneeling pose at Natasha's feet.

"I've been so good, Nat." The woman above you stops in her tracks just before you, your lowered gaze meeting with her tall black heels. You couldn't see it, but she had a brow raised at the use of her name.

"Not good enough. It seems somebody has forgotten what they're supposed to call me when we are being intimate."

Your eyes widened at your careless mistake before words began spewing out of your mouth.

"I-I'm so sorry!. It won't happen again."

"Better not. I demand your respect as much as I demand that beautifully sculpted body of yours. Is that understood?"

"I understand, mistress."

"And what is it you understand? I want to hear you say it out loud." Her slender finger dips below your chin, lifting your head so your gaze met with hers.

"I will respect you. I am yours, and my body is yours. I'm yours to play with and to punish, mistress."

"Very good, darling."

Natasha smiled with approval before holding her hand out to pull you to your feet.

"Now sit on the edge of the bed. There's something I want to try with you."

You nodded your head quietly, not daring to ask any questions as you did as you were told, sitting yourself at the edge of the bed as you watched her turn her back and walk towards the glass shelf hanging delicately along the farthest wall. She stood still for a moment, as if contemplating her choices before sliding open the small glass door to retrieve something that looked like a feather duster.

She had her bottom lip between her teeth as she walked towards you, hips swaying with every step she took. When you thought she was going to stop in front of you, she turned to walk around the bed, pulling out a thin piece of fabric from the nightstand.

Her favorite blindfold.

She had been dying to use it on you, but wanted to make sure you were ready before she upped her game. She wanted you to be comfortable around her first, to make sure you trusted her with your body before she took away your eyesight.

"We are going to try something new," Natasha stated, finally making her way to stand in front of you, "It's called sensation play. I've found that every touch is enhanced when one has their sense of vision taken away and can only feel. I will blindfold you while touching you with this feather tickler. It will drive you crazy."

You look into her glazed over eyes just as she strokes the feather along your arm.

"I see. . ."

"Is that okay?" She questions, her face briefly softening.

"Yes."

Her face immediately returned back to its dominant look.

"Yes, what? I need to hear you say it."

"Yes, that is okay, mistress. Use them on me. Please."

She nodded approvingly at your words, doing her best to hide her smirk at your plea.

"Good. Now strip."

You followed her order, fingers trembling as you stripped yourself from your undergarments, leaving your body naked before the redhead standing over you. Her eyes skimmed over your body, before stopping at your bare breasts, briefly taking in their beauty.

Your breasts already feel heavy and needy from just her gaze, their taut tips begging for Natasha to touch them.

The redhead hums at the sight before her, licking her bottom as she hands you the black blindfold.

"Put it on."

You follow her command, sliding the fabric slowly over your head until your vision goes dark, and you are unable to see a thing.

"So eager. . . You do want this, don't you?"

"Yes, mistress. I do. You know I do."

"This will heighten your sense of touch beyond anything you've ever experienced before. You're in for a real treat tonight."

You thought that with your breasts on full display, that Natasha would go for them first. But instead, she glides the feather up the line of your jaw and over the fullness of your lips.

"There are so many sensitive areas on your body." She states, gliding the tickler down your throat and across the broadened slope of your shoulders. You shiver at the slight touch across your skin, back slightly arching to push your breasts closer to her, in dire need of attention on your nipples.

"It's obvious where those sensitive parts are, but it's easy to bring someone to the edge without even getting anywhere near them." She slides the feather down the length of your arm, clearly ignoring the obvious sign of you wanting her to touch your breasts.

"Please, mistress– Touch the obvious parts."

Natasha lets out a low chuckle, flicking the harder end of the tickler handle against your breast as a playful punishment to your eagerness.

"Patience, little one."

Natasha enjoyed watching you squirm under the light touch of her feathers, but you on the other hand were growing needy, your breasts aching for more than just a small touch.

"Please, mistress." You beg her again.

"Please, what?"

After her words, Natasha completely removes the feather from your skin, eliciting a small whine from you at the removal of the small sensation. Your back immediately arches further, propelling your breasts further towards the redhead.

"Please touch my breasts. Make them feel good. Make me feel good. Please mistress, I'm begging you. Touch me where I need you most."

Natasha contemplated having you beg for more, but she still wanted to go easy on you and not push you too far.

"Since my little lamb asked so nicely. . ."

Natasha swirled the feather along the upper swell of your breasts, circling the fullness of your boobs in small slow circles. A small whimper escaped past your lips, at her touch, still needing more. She chuckled at your reaction, knowing how strained you were. How hard you were fighting from yelling at her to touch you more.

Instead of staying at your breasts, Natasha decides to move down your body, dragging the feather down your stomach, and over the curve of your hips. Her movements were slow. Slow enough to have your body writhing as you grew more and more impatient with every passing second.

She was torturing you, and part of you liked it, but the other part of you wanted more. . . needed more. . . craved for more than what she was giving you. Natasha only chuckled at your clear need for satisfaction, before finally deciding you've had enough and to give into your pleas.

"Spread your legs for me, princess. You've earned your reward."

You were quick to follow her order, the cool breeze against your hot center feeling amazing. Natasha got rid of the feather, and instead placed her hands along your ankles, before slowly gliding them up to your knees to spread them even further apart for her.

"Tell me what you want."

"To take off this blindfold and watch you fuck me."

"If that's what you wish. . ." Natasha reached forward to slip the fabric from your face, allowing your vision to come back, eyes blinking a few times to readjust to the light before your vision cleared to see Natasha fall to her knees.

Her hands grabbed at your hips, pulling you just to the edge of the bed, giving her enough room to not only dip her head between your thighs for later, but to bring the tickler back onto your body, gliding the toy slowly up your ankle.

Your breath came out shaky as she toyed with the length of your leg, teasing you once again with her light touches that became too hard to handle. You writhed and bucked your hips, no longer willing to keep still, unable to resist the movements your body was making.

She glides the toy across your inner thigh, before sliding up along your slit, the unexpected touch eliciting a small moan from you.

"No more teasing, Natasha please! Touch me. Fuck me. I can't take it anymore."

Natasha licked her cherry colored lips before dropping the toy to the floor and dipping her head between your thighs. Her tongue was quick to lick a strip up your slit, small and needy whines leaving your lips as she moved her attention towards your clit. She flicked her tongue against your sensitive bud as you laid back, propping yourself up onto your elbows to watch the redhead devour you.

Her fingers dipped to your entrance, swiftly spreading your wetness around her slender fingers before dipping two of them inside you, curving them to find your most pleasurable spot in an instant.

"Yes, just like that!"

Soft pleasurable moans filled Natasha's ears, only encouraging her to quicken the pace of her tongue, flicking and swiping at your cunt that had your hips jerk forward,

"I don't want to see you come until I have three fingers buried inside of you. I want to feel every wave of pleasure that I give you."

"Give me more, please–"

"Anything for you. . ."

Your arousal dripped down Natasha's hand as she inserted her third finger, stretching out your walls that tightly wrapped around her fingers that quickened their pace to match the flick of her tongue.

"Oh god–" You moaned out at the feel of Natasha completely filling you.

'This body belongs to me. Every orgasm belongs to me."

"Yes, god yes! To you and only you."

Your body can't help but ride against her hand, chasing the orgasm that you know is just ahead of you. Waves of pleasure completely took over your senses, the only thing that you saw was Natasha's eyes gazing into your own as her mouth and fingers fucked you, bringign you closer and closer to the edge.

"Make me come, please! I can't wait any longer."

Natasha's hand cramped as her fingers filled you and pleasured you, but she wouldn't dare stop until you came.

"God you look so hot right now," She admitted, before using her free hand to hold down your hips, keeping them from bucking wildly at her.

"I'm so close–"

"Come for me, sweetheart. Let me taste you."

You gasped, head falling back as your orgasm came flying at you, powerful waves of pleasure overtaking your entire body. Your body clenched around her, your breath hitching in your throat as a sob of relief flew from your lips. Her name fell multiple times past your lips, pleading with her to not stop until you were finished.

Natasha loved nothing more than to watch you come undone beneath her. Watching you writhe and moan out her name was more than enough for her to get off. No touching was necessary as watching you was all she needed. She watched closely as you rode out your high, fingers gently slipping from your entrance, only to be replaced with her tongue.

"Fuck, you taste so good." Natasha mumbled between your legs, cleaning you of any mess from your orgasm, licking one final strip up your slit before standing from her knees, to swiftly climb the bed above you, straddling your waist and pulling your face towards hers to smash her swollen lips against yours in a needy kiss.

You hummed when lips collided, feeling completely fulfilled from the redhead.

You couldn't help but let out a small giggle when Natasha pulled away, her breathing ragged and heavy, and it was obvious she had just as much fun as you did. You licked your lips, and attempted to kiss her again, but Natasha's manicured hand fell to your chest, pushing you back down onto the mattress.

"Tonight was only for you, sweet thing."

"But I want to feel you," You pleaded, lips forming into a small frown.

"Another night. This was your night, okay?" Her thumb stroked your cheek lovingly.

"Okay," You gave in, not wanting to ruin the moment.

"One of these days I'll get it through that beautiful little head that my source of enjoyment comes from watching you come at my fingertips and scream out my name. There will be plenty of other days for you to take care of me."

"Promise?"

Natasha let out a small laugh when you lifted your pinky for her to take.

"Pinky promise."

She interlocked her finger with yours, giving it a gentle squeeze while both of you kissed your hands at your unbreakable promise, knowing she would stay true to her word.

"Now come on, let's get my pretty girl in the bath."

Natasha helped you up, and gave you a small smack to your ass to get you to move faster, as all she wanted to do now was pamper you until you eventually fell asleep tucked safely into her warm arms.

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