#ceo!natasha x secretary!reader

[sytoran]

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐉𝐎𝐁

kinktober day 002 | secretary!natalie rushman x ceo!reader

natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file involves seducing a high-ranking executive, and the seduction goes smoothly. a little too well, in fact, that she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be.

cont. reader has a cock, power play, begging

word count. 1869

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To Natasha, you were nothing more than just another target.

She was an unfathomably, dangerously-skilled assassin, feared across nations and intelligence bureaucracies. She was a Red Room widow gone rogue, taking things in her own stride and shifting the world upside down as she pleased. Renowned political figures and billionaire executives were dropping like flies, and you, were no different.

This time, Natasha Romanoff was going undercover as Natalie Rushman.

It had been embarrassingly easy for her to infiltrate security and create a false persona for herself. Climbing up the ranks of a corporate business like this one had been more time-consuming, sure, spanning over a few months, but Natalie would reap what she sow.

Chief Executive Officer Y/N L/N was all-too-easy to fool, even more gullible than the other targets Natasha had preyed upon. 

All it took was the classic seduction: bending over to ‘pick up a pen’, coincidentally right in your field of vision, clinging onto your arm and looking up with wide doe eyes while you talked, giggling shyly when you made a joke and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear.

In the end, all her targets got caught up in the Widow’s Web. You were rendered useless and completely at Natasha’s mercy, waiting to be preyed upon for manipulation and her own personal gain.

Or at least, that’s what you let her think.

“Fuck, baby,” you cursed, eyes screwed shut as your secretary bobbed her head up and down the girthy length of your cock, lewd noises escaping both your lips.

Natalie looked up at you through glossy eyes, bottle-red lipstick smeared but unarguably pretty, batting her eyelashes every so often. It had only taken a week of flirting before you took her home, your actions seemingly foolish.

“Take it all down your throat, Natalie, fuck,” you said breathily, hands tugging onto her hair as you chased your own high. Natasha almost choked on the length in her mouth at the fast pace you had set, but she quickly hollowed out her cheeks to engulf your wet heat once more.

Shit, it had been a while since Natasha had gotten such a thick cock, above average in length, too. Normally, these high-ranking executives had disappointingly miniscule excuses of a member, but this was thrillingly different. 

Still, Natasha couldn’t forget why she had made all this effort to get to your house.

“Fuck, babe, you’re too good at this,” you comment breathlessly, chest heaving as you come down from your high. “Bedroom?”

To speed up the process, Natasha finished you off with her hands working on the base of your cock, calculated squeezes and strokes that had you jerking your hips up as you toppled over the edge. Jets of hot white come went down Natasha’s throat, as she greedily sucked and swallowed.

Tastes fucking good too, she thought. Maybe this won’t be so bad.

Natasha had to refrain from rolling her eyes. What you wanted was predictable, to have your cock inside her. She wanted something different, though. It was why she had embarked on this mission in the first place.

“Can we go to your office?” Natasha asks instead, never failing to load up on that sultry tone that had people falling to their knees. She licks her lips drenched in your seed, kissing her way up your unbuttoned shirt as she rises to her feet. Her navigation of your surprisingly well-built body ends at the column of your neck.

Calculatedly, Natasha presses her slick lips to the hot skin of your neck, her residual lipstick making an enviable mark there. 

“I want you to bend me over your office desk.”

Natasha can’t help but smirk at your affected reaction. You hastily lift your secretary up by the back of her thighs, letting her hook her legs around your torso. A sloppy kiss kickstarts your burning need to meet her needs.

Of course, the sole reason why Natasha wanted to go to your office was to retrieve a very important thumb drive that was stored there. As you were the CEO of an incredibly powerful corporate firm, being able to have that kind of information meant a wealth of power, influence, and information.

There isn’t a doubt of the sinful possibilities floating through your mind right now, as you single-handedly unclasp her bra and rid of her remaining garments, as you stumble your way over to your office.

Everything was going according to Natasha's plan.

As if on cue, you kick open the door of your office and ungracefully deposit Natasha onto your desk. The way you’re manhandling her is arguably hot, and when you trail kisses down the back of Natasha’s neck, she quite nearly forgets what she came here to do.

“Need you inside me, now,” Natasha growls out, because she needs to get this operation going. What scares her for a moment is that her statement isn’t entirely untrue, because you were evidently more skilled than any of her previous counterparts and she so craved release.

 You certainly don’t disappoint in that aspect, forcefully bending Natasha over the desk as she wished, then painstakingly slowly dragging her skirt down with your teeth. 

“Fuck,” Natasha doesn’t mean to whimper when your cock slides between her wet folds, collecting slick arousal with that huge shaft, but she does whimper, and you let out a low noise from your chest.

As you’re busy getting your cock lubricated enough to enter her, Natasha seizes this opportune moment of your distraction to slides her hand over the desk to where your laptop was, unplugging the thumbdrive just as you speak up again.

“You’re fucking naughty, hm?” you growl, and Natasha freezes.

The fear envelops her whole, before Natasha realizes that you’ve remained blissfully oblivious to her actions and were trapped in the haze of sex.

“You’re fuckin’ naughty, wanting me to bend you over my table like that. Beg for my cock, and maybe I’ll let you use it.”

Natasha gulps, not understanding why she’s threatening to start drooling onto your desk, her body building up so much slick.

She’s the Black Widow, for fuck’s sakes, and she bowed down to no one. She was in control, dictating the decisions that crafted this very situation, hooking you around her pretty little finger.

After all, she had already retrieved the thumb drive. Her mission was already over, already completed. She had no reason to stay. She could knock you out cold in a matter of mere seconds, so why was she so hesitant?

Your grip hardens at her disobedience, and Natasha can’t help the whine that tumbles out when you pull your cock way from her wet heat. 

“You want it, hm? Then beg for it,” you repeat, dangerously close to Natasha’s ear, raising goosebumps with your hot breath brushing the surface of her skin.

Natasha wails when you push her back into the desk, pebbled nipples pressing into the cold glass. She’s clenching around nothing, wet walls fluttering emptily, slick arousal dripping down her thighs. 

Suddenly, you bring your hand up and harshly slap Natasha’s ass. The moan she lets out is downright pornographic, high-pitched and long-lasting as a red blush blossoms on her rounded ass, the pain stinging her skin and pricking tears behind her eyes.

It’s been so long, her body screams at her. You need this. Need to be fucked, need to be used.

“Beg for it.”

“Please! Need your cock, please,” Natasha babbles, finally, giving in to your urges. When you thrust your whole length down her tight pussy, all in one go, Natasha almost falls apart instantly.

You thrust up into her, hard, thick length pushing past her slick walls. If Natasha thought you were big before, with your cock in her mouth, now she knew you were fucking huge.

It isn’t long before you’re fucking into her with an animalistic nature, skin slapping against skin with dirty, lewd noises. “Can’t take the size, baby?” you question dryly, pulling on her hair as Natasha drools onto your desk.

Your cock is hitting her cervix with almost every thrust. The pleasure not only stems from the fact that you were the biggest she had ever taken, but also from your sheer skill.

Natasha’s first orgasm of the night comes in a tidal wave. It’s like water breaking through a dam, hitting her with a strength she didn’t know her body possessed. Her walls flutter around your girthy cock as she squirts. 

“Oh, Y/N!” Sinful moans of your name fall from Natasha’s lips as you thrust even deeper than she thought imaginable.

In other words, that was only the beginning of the rollercoaster-esque high you would bring Natasha to.

***

Natasha awakes with groggy eyes. There’s a warm, muscled forearm splayed over her torso, and it takes a fraction of a second before Natasha remembers it’s you.

“Shit,” she whispers, looking out of the window at the rising sun. She was supposed to leave your house last night, but the events had gotten more than out of hand.

The ache in Natasha’s legs and back is a blaring reminder of that fact. The image of sweaty, slick bodies moving together in a darkened room flashes across Natasha’s mind, and she has the decency to flush a pink-red.

Checking again for the thumbdrive in her strewn clothes, Natasha nods to herself assuredly and gets herself together to make an exit. Her eyes float to your sleeping figure. Looks like she had worn you out.

“You’re kinda stupid, but you were a good fuck,” she whispers with a tilted head.

As soon as the front door of your house clicks shut, you sit up slowly, letting the blanket slide over your toned abdominal muscles and down to your waistline. 

“Just a good fuck?” you ask amusedly. “Squirting three times in a row seems better than good, if I do say so myself.” Relaxed, you reach over to your bedside and take your phone.

Dialling in a number that you’d memorised by heart, the receiver picks up in less than two rings. “You’re fuckin’ late,” a gruff voice sounds out. “What did we tell you about not fucking the targets for the whole bloody night?”

You scoff in half-annoyance and amusement. As long as you got the job done, your bosses didn’t have any reason to question your methods. "You’re just jealous you didn’t get a taste of that sweet pussy,” you drawl out contedly, delighting in the aggravated huff that crackles over the line.

“Don’t get your panties in a twist,” you continue, your face taking on a more serious expression. “The Widow left my house thirty seconds ago, with the false thumb drive."

"Details?" 

"Swapped it out while she was cumming on my cock, sir."

"......Microchip tracking device?"

"Implanted in the top button of her blouse."

"Audio recorder?"

"In the hem of her very scandalous skirt.”

There is a pause on the line, but you know not to fear. When a low chuckle is emitted from the other end, you can’t help but smirk in smug satisfaction. The next words you hear are almost as sweet as Natasha’s moans of your name.

"Well done, Agent. Your mission is complete."

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[dirtyvulture]

Envy and Venom

Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.

Word count: 4190

AN: Randomly came up with this idea, it's a little different than my other stuff, but give it a read. :)

DAY 1

“You couldn’t have picked a better person for the job,” you tease, gripping tightly onto your father’s hand as the sea of flashing lights fifteen feet away practically blinds you. The reporters call out for your attention but you ignore them, pausing in the awkward, hand-holding pose with your father so the photo can be plastered across the front page of news outlets around the world. 

“I trust you. Don’t ruin what I’ve started,” your father says, grabbing onto your shoulder and pulling you into a tight embrace. “And please try to keep your…escapades…a little more under wraps, okay?” he whispers into your ear. 

“I’ll try, Dad,” you say, but it isn’t really your fault that the public was so interested in what goes on in your bedroom. Then again, you hadn’t exactly been trying to be subtle when you were fucking your secretary against the penthouse window of your apartment, but people should try to mind their own business more. 

Your father pushes you back and the two of you turn in unison to wave at the crowd once more. 

“Congratulations!” you hear them echoing. “To Envy Industries’ new CEO, Y/N!”

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Naturally, to celebrate your latest achievement, you host the party of the century, inviting other world-renowned millionaires, fellow tech company gurus, actors, singers, celebrities, and pretty much anyone else who fit society’s thinly-veiled description of “famous.” You initially show up with two models you had already spent the afternoon with, but you weren’t interested in stringing them along and were excited to find some new target to chase after. 

The first hour alone is spent wading through faces you recognize from online but have no personal connection with, and you have to pretend that you’re grateful when they take enough interest and ask about the future of your company. 

“We’ll probably stick to the production of GPUs for a while,” you say, yelling to be heard over the music and rumble of people. “We just signed a huge contract with Tesla, so we’ll be supplying all the hardware they need for their next products. They have a big need for AI software, and we’re one of the few companies that can build exactly what they need.”

“Wow, that’s very impressive.” The short-haired blonde woman suddenly throws herself at you, her nails digging into your bicep so hard you can feel the prick through your burgundy silk jacket.

“Thank you.” You’re not sure you’ve ever seen this woman before in your life and you wonder if she even understood half of what you were saying or she was just trying to get into your pants.

“I’m Carol, by the way. Do you want to get a drink?”

“I would never say no to a drink.” You let Carol lead you to the bar (that you are footing the bill for) and she orders for you, picking an old-fashioned cocktail for you. A decent choice, but if she had read your interview in The Chief Executive Magazine, she would have known that your favorite drink was actually a vodka martini. You join her at an empty table.

“So, what do you do for a living?” you ask out of politeness, taking a sip and letting the whiskey burn your throat.  

“I’m an influencer,” Carol says. “I have one-point-seven million followers on Tik Tok right now. I mostly post fitness routines or travel vlogs. And I also stream video games on Twitch.”

“Ah.” Now it’s your turn to act like you’re impressed when you have no idea what she’s talking about. 

Carol drones on about her next project, which involves a collaboration with another influencer you’ve never heard of. Your eyes scan the people walking by, looking for a new object of infatuation. It doesn’t take long until you make eye contact with a beautiful, redheaded woman, her voluptuous body hugged by an emerald green dress. Immediately, your heart rate spikes as you scan her up and down, not predatorily, but admiringly. The neckline of her dress plunges down to her belly button, a tasteful hint of her cleavage showing through, highlighted by a long  silver necklace with a thin gold bar tassel. 

You perk up, smoothing your hair back and puffing out your chest like a proud pigeon when she starts walking over.

“Congratulations,” the redhead says. “Your family must be very proud of you.”

“My dad didn’t want to give it to me,” you admit, completely oblivious to Carol’s pout as you instantly give your attention to this new woman. “But I convinced him the company would be in good hands.”

“I bet.”

“Can I get you a drink?” you ask, desperate to keep around for the conversation (and perhaps more).

“I should be the one treating you,” the redhead says. She takes the cocktail out of your hands and brings it to her lips. “Hmm. I didn’t think this was your taste,” she notes. “How does a vodka martini sound?”

You know instantly this is the woman you’re taking home with you tonight. “That sounds delightful.”

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You ditch Carol without a second thought and follow the redhead back to the bar, where she picks up two vodka martinis. She brings you to a private booth, sitting so close to you that your knees are touching hers. You can almost feel her body heat through the fabric of your clothes. 

“To Envy Industries’ long and prosperous future,” she says, raising her drink in a toast.

“Cheers.” You clink your glass to hers and drink half of it in one long sip, smiling in satisfaction. “I didn’t catch your name,” you say.

“Natasha.” It sparks a familiar memory, a name you’ve heard before. But she’s so intoxicating that you give it no second thought. Natasha is one of the most gorgeous women you’ve ever seen in your life and you can’t believe she’s sitting here talking to you and you alone.

“It’s very nice to meet you,” you say, formally offering her your hand. She shakes it, and you gently bring her hand up to your lips to kiss her knuckles.

“Likewise,” she says, crossing one perfectly toned leg over the other, her foot nudging the back of your calf. “Not to eavesdrop, but I overheard you mention a contract with Tesla. Say what you want about that company, but you can’t deny the evidence that they’re one of the highest valued companies in the world. I wouldn’t be surprised if Envy Industries is soon up there with them.”

“Exactly.” Your interest in this woman skyrockets, because you know she isn’t bullshitting you. She isn’t like Carol. She knows what she’s talking about. 

“We’ve been trying to strike deals with the automotive industry for years,” Natasha goes on, “But you’ve beat us to it. And now that you’ve partnered up with Tesla, you’re basically unstoppable.”

“Not quite,” you correct, now unable to stop yourself from unraveling the schemes of your company’s next five years. “Our research on artificial intelligence is just getting started. We just applied for ten new patents within computing technologies and we’re on track to absolutely dominate the market for discrete graphics processing units by the end of the year.” 

Natasha grins at your enthusiasm and you feel yourself blush in embarrassment. You know the media often labeled you as stupid, reckless, irresponsible, unfit to lead, and constantly bashed your sexual appetite, but you were all those things and a technology genius. Your father had built this company from the ground up, but you had been there alongside him the past six years. While everyone classified your promotion to CEO as nepotism, you felt you had rightfully earned it. 

“I don’t know how you do it,” she comments.

“Well, it definitely wouldn’t be wise for the new CEO to be giving away all the secrets, now would it?” you chuckle, even though you’ve definitely already said more than you should’ve. 

“Your success is no trade secret.” Natasha turns her whole body to face you. The attention she’s giving you is almost more than you can bear. Your heart pounds against your chest. No woman has ever made you this excited before. “But if you want, maybe we can go somewhere a little more private, where you can share whatever else you’d like.”

“Hmm.” It was rare for another woman to be so bold with you. But you’ve never lusted after another woman like Natasha before. Arousal heats up in your stomach as Natasha leans forward, resting her hand on your thigh and squeezing it teasingly. Her breath fans over your face and you can smell the vodka and her cherry lipstick. You lean forward to meet her, moving like you’re in a dream, fireworks sparking in the back of your head the moment your lips touch. 

Suddenly, you’re overcome with the carnal desire to drag this woman up to your penthouse and have her squirming underneath you, crying out your name as she comes undone.

“Um, would you like to…” You can hardly think straight. “My room…apartment…is upstairs…if you want to…”

“Show me the way,” Natasha says, standing up and offering you her hand.

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Your brain is swirling in a fog as you follow Natasha to the elevator. You don’t even register any of the people you pass, fully aware of the fact that someone will report this headline to the National Enquirer, at the very least. But all the worries of the future disappear the moment the elevator doors close and Natasha throws herself at you, her legs hooking around your narrow waist and her heels digging into the small of your back. Your hands support her supple bottom, squeezing in appreciation as her lips crash against yours in a desperate frenzy. 

You stumble into the wall, smashing your hand onto the top floor button and feeling the elevator start to rise, but not fast enough. 

“Lucky me,” Natasha pants between kisses. “Getting to go home with the newly-christened CEO of Envy Industries.”

“You’re the most beautiful woman here tonight,” you respond, heat rising between your legs. “Of course you were coming home with me.”

Natasha glows with the praise and pulls your head into her chest, where you instinctively lick and nip at the flesh of her exposed breasts and she keens at the attention. When the elevator doors open again, you stumble out with her still in your arms, your feet automatically taking you down the path to your apartment. Thankfully, your apartment door opens automatically when your key card is in range, so you’re able to kick it open with your foot, without having to put her down.   

You carry her straight to the bedroom, dropping her on the freshly-changed sheets you had housekeeping put on after you were done with the two models from earlier. You can hardly remember your time with them and your body is practically vibrating in anticipation like you haven’t had sex in years. You crawl on top of Natasha, lowering yourself to kiss her again, this time with more passion and her arms snake over your broad back, pressing your body against hers.  

“I need to get you out of this dress,” you pant, desperate for skin-to-skin contact with her. 

“You first,” she says, releasing you as you sit up, yanking off your jacket and throwing it to the floor. You’re annoyed at your choice of shirt, a white button-up that has way too many buttons, as you impatiently pop them off one at a time and remove your bra. Natasha watches you with hunger in her eyes and you’ve never felt more proud to reveal yourself to another partner. The daily, painful 2-hour visits to the gym and strict adherence to a customized diet showed in your chiseled physique, your biceps bulging like you had baseballs under your skin, your perfect washboard abs, and your thighs were sturdier than tree trunks. 

“Fuck,” she mutters, reaching up to run her hand across your abs like she can’t believe you’re really in front of her. “I could look at you all day.”

It’s a common reaction most people have, but it definitely heats you up more when it comes from Natasha. “Your turn, gorgeous.” 

She sits up and turns around so you can access the zipper of her dress. You sweep her hair to the side, stealing a kiss to her neck because you really can’t help yourself. Natasha hums in appreciation and you lower her zipper slowly. Her dress pools at her waist like a glimmering green puddle. She isn’t wearing a bra so your hands immediately gravitate to cup her breasts, and she arches her back against your bare chest. 

“Are you gonna fuck me the same way you do to every girl you have in here?” she asks, placing one of her hands over yours and guiding it down her stomach, where your fingers part through her soaking folds. 

“If you want me to,” you say, pressing deeper into her and she whines at your touch. “But I’ll give you whatever you want.” Normally, you enjoy being in full control in the bedroom, but you are absolutely willing to give that up if it pleases Natasha. 

She suddenly pushes your hand away from her center; you can still feel traces of her stickiness on your fingers. “Do you have a strap? I want to ride you.”

Your stomach flips at the thought of her on top of you, grinding down on you until she finishes. Her heaving bosom in your face for you to suck and kiss while she enjoys the orgasm you gave her. 

“Yeah, let me grab it.” While you launch yourself off the bed to go fishing around your nightstand drawer, Natasha nudges her dress to the floor and delicately removes her long necklace, settling back comfortably on your king-sized bed while she waits for you. You take off your pants and pull the harness over your waist, turning back to the mouth-watering sight of her naked and ready for your taking. Her body is toned and curved in all the right places: clearly, she respected her body as much as you did to yours. There are few things you love more than a woman who takes care of herself.

You climb back onto the bed and Natasha pounces on you while you’re still getting into position, holding onto your biceps to pin you down. You catch sight of her glimmering wetness as she drags herself along your abs, pressing back against your cock until it rubs against her butt. You reach over to grab the bottle of lube always present on your nightstand and squirt a generous glob onto your strap, not that it looks like Natasha will need it. 

“Look how wet you are. You’ve been waiting for this all night, sweetheart?” you tease, your hands running up and down her sides. Natasha takes you by surprise when she shoves you back against the headboard.  

“Shut up and let me fuck you,” she growls, her voice dangerously dropping an octave. Natasha lifts herself up to line herself with the head of your cock and slides down in one move. The slick noise as it fills her is downright sinful. Your big hands wrap around her tiny waist, guiding her to bounce in an aggressive rhythm as the two of you watch your cock disappear inside of her. 

“Fuck, Y/N,” she moans, throwing her head back, red hair spilling over her shoulders. “That feels so good.”

“Look how well you’re taking me,” you praise, your hips jerking up to match her rhythm. Even though you can’t necessarily feel it, you swear her pussy is clenching around the toy, greedily sucking you in and requiring physical effort to pull out. Your own clit is throbbing as the toy bumps it every time Natasha slams down on your thighs. 

“Deeper, babe. Go deeper,” Natasha begs, moving her hands from your shoulders to the headboard, grabbing it so firmly you hear the wood crack. You change the angle of your hips, punching them up to satisfy her command. The bed frame creaks and shakes; you know your father would be unhappy to hear he has to order you a new one so soon, but you can’t be bothered to care right now.

“Fuck, right there. That’s it,” Natasha moans, rolling her hips with such fluidity it makes your stomach clench. She looks down at you, admiring the flex of your muscles as you do your best to please her, a singular bead of sweat running over your collarbone and sliding down between your breasts. 

“I’m close. I’m almost fucking there,” she warns, her hips beginning to lose their rhythm. But you keep your intense pace, until your abs are cramping and you’re certain there are bruises on your thighs. Your own arousal burns like a ball of white-hot fire and you so desperately want to make this woman cum you will gladly ignore the ache of your own orgasm for hers. 

“You’re fucking me too well, baby. I’m gonna lose it,” Natasha pants and the praise almost breaks your control. She throws her head back as she finishes and you bury your face in her heaving chest, tasting the sweat on her skin and sucking one of her nipples into your mouth. Her hand abandons the headboard to tangle in your hair, yanking almost painfully at your roots while you feel her cum spill onto your lap. She pushes your head away once she’s done, your lips parting from her nipple with a string of saliva, and lifts herself off your cock. The two of you are panting in unison, while you’re still fighting the simmer of arousal in your gut.

“Hmm, that was nice. Do you normally let your partner finish first?” she asks, resting her hands on your chest again. “I didn’t think you were the type.”

Your face burns in embarrassment because she’s not wrong. “Um…no,” you admit, knowing full well you could lie, but you feel like she’ll be able to see through it.

Natasha smirks. “Such a gentlewoman with me,” she says, bending over to kiss you, this time much more softly than before. 

“Only for you,” you murmur back, shocked at how whipped you already are for her. 

“You want me to help you finish?” Natasha asks, pushing the strap aside to brush her fingers across your hot center. Your hips jerk off the bed, almost launching Natasha into the air. “I’ll take that as a yes,” she giggles, climbing off your lap and helping you pull the strap off your waist. You’re practically frozen in anticipation, watching with bated breath as Natasha scoots herself down the bed and lowers her head between your legs.

You melt at the feeling of her mouth against your center, perfectly hot and wet. Your back arches off the bed when her tongue glides through your folds, lapping up the mixture of body fluids like it’s some kind life-saving elixir. 

“Shit, baby, that feels amazing,” you moan, burying one of your hands in her red tresses, motioning with your hips that you want her deeper. She obliges by wrapping her lips around your clit and giving it a few hard sucks that have you seeing white stars behind your eyelids. You let go of her hair, afraid you’ll tear it out and grab onto the Egyptian cotton sheets tightly. Her tongue pushes into you and you swear you convulse around it, already leaking into her mouth when she’s only just started to go down on you.

Natasha’s arms wrap around your powerful thighs, trying to force them apart as you close them around her head. You don’t mean to put her in awkward, even dangerous position, but you can’t think about anything other than the pulsing in your center, soothed and encouraged by the heat of Natasha’s mouth. You dig your heels into the mattress to prevent yourself from bouncing across the bed at the rocking motion your body had adopted to maximize your pleasure. Every time her tongue slips into you, the muscles in your stomach contract so sharply it almost hurts, and when she laps at your clit, the stimulation is so great you feel immediately dizzy.

“Natasha,” you pant, unable to hold out any longer. “I’m gonna…Please let me…” 

She presses into you with even more enthusiasm than before and your body seizes as you release yourself into her mouth. Natasha eagerly collects all your slick, her red lipstick smeared on the insides of your thighs.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” you moan, feeling your high is going to last forever. But just the sensations start to fizz, you realize Natasha still has her iron grip on your legs, keeping them spread apart.

“I want another,” she demands, in a sultry tone that almost pulls the second orgasm from you right there.

“Natasha,” you whine, fearing you are too sensitive to deliver her wishes. You twist your body back and forth, half-heartedly trying to free yourself. But Natasha won’t let you, lowering her head to your heat and taking what she wants. Overly stimulated, every muscle in your body goes rigid as fireworks of pleasure, bordering the line of painful, explode inside of you. Natasha’s tongue somehow reaches even deeper than she had the first time, the tip pressing against your front ridged wall and you lose it for the second time in minutes.

“Oh, fuck!” you cry, your back arching off the bed but Natasha holds your waist down, determined to not let a drop of your essence go to waste. Your head is spinning and your body is like a live wire of excitement, twitching and trembling until you have no more energy left and and you melt into a limp mess.

Natasha kisses up your abs, between your breasts and licks at the column of your sweaty throat. Her lips finally connect with yours and you can taste a hint of yourself mixed with hers. You can’t wait to taste her straight from the source, but it’s going to take a bit of time to find the strength to move after two back-to-back orgasms. She wraps her arms around your torso, nuzzling into the side of your chest and inhaling deeply.

There is a long, but not uncomfortable silence as you two of you find your breath.

“I’m not letting you leave until you sit on my face,” you finally say. Natasha looks up at you with a satisfied grin.

“I wasn’t planning on it,” she says, crawling up so she can do just that.

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The moment Natasha made eye contact with you, she knew you were done for. You were far too predictable. She knew exactly the kind of woman you chased after. She knew what she needed to say to catch your attention, to convince you that she deserved a private moment with you.

You were too easy.

When you were so busy looking at her lips, trying to figure out when the right moment to kiss her was, you didn’t notice her take your phone out of your pocket, plug a flash drive into the charging slot, and return it back to your pocket in record time.

As you carry her in the elevator, your face buried in her breasts while she slips a tiny audio recorder into the pocket of your blazer. Through the fog of pure lust for you, Natasha struggles to but succeeds in making a mental map of your apartment. Where your office is, how many computers you have.

After numerous orgasms, she’s sufficiently fucked your brains out and cuddled with you long enough for you to pass out into an impossibly deep slumber, she gets up and heads into your office. She doesn’t need more than five minutes to hack into your devices and steal all the data saved on them. She chuckles to herself at how easy the task is; if she had known it would’ve been this simple and enjoyable, she would’ve come after you a long time ago.

Natasha gathers all her things and excuses herself from your apartment without a good-bye.

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DAY 2

When you wake up the next morning, your mind a haze from the absolute debauchery that occurred the previous night. You rub your eyes and roll over, finding yourself naked and alone in bed. There is a deep soreness in your body, in almost every muscle, and some you haven’t felt for a long time. Natasha’s scent of vanilla and cherry lingers, but she’s nowhere to be found.

“Fuck,” you grumble, reaching for your phone on the nightstand. It’s been blowing up with notifications, which is a little unusual, but you assume it’s mostly from friends still congratulating you on your promotion. You open a text from your best friend and work partner, Tony.

From Tony: You fucked up, dude.

He included a link to a TMZ article. You click on it, half-wondering if it’ll send you to some troll site. The headline reads:

New CEO of Envy Industries Y/N spotted getting cozy with Black Widow Corp. heiress Natasha Romanoff 

Everything clicks to you now.

“Oh, fuck.”

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Office Affair´ˎ˗

pairing(s) - Assistant!Natasha Romanoff x fem!CEO!Reader, brief Wanda Maximoff x fem!Reader

summary: Being the CEO isn’t easy especially if your competitors are trying to sway you over, luckily your assistant is there to ground you when your brain gets fogged by lust.   warnings: 18+ MDNI, cursing, dirty talk, workplace affairs, fingering (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving), Dom!Natasha, Sub!Reader, smut! word count: 2,360

A/N: This fic had been in my inbox for like months, sorryyyyy :3 

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Running a company was never going to get easier. Waking up early, leaving work late. Phone calls every hour, board meetings every week. Your daily schedule was hectic. You were just lucky to have an assistant who helped you work through it all. 

Natasha Romanoff had been working as your assistant for a little under a year now. Originally being your secretary, you had given her a raise due to your prior assistant slacking on the job and not meeting your demands. Natasha seemed to be able to meet your demands far better than your previous assistant, even going as far as knowing what you need before you even ask for it from her. 

This morning, Natasha had just dropped off your coffee. She knew your order by heart now and was making sure to deliver your coffee at the same time every morning. 

“Is there anything else you need from me, Y/N?” After a while of her working for you, you went on a first name basis with each other. You always felt as if the formalities were too posh for you. 

“No, thank you Natasha. I’ve got a meeting today so I’ll be needing you to watch over the office for a bit while I’m in it.” You sigh, your fingers rubbing over your temples. 

Natasha opens her mouth to ask if she could help you destress but before she could, a knock echoes through your office. You look up, motioning for Natasha to answer the door. She doesn’t hesitate and twists the door handle revealing your secretary. 

“Good morning, Ms. Y/L/N. Wanda Maximoff has arrived for your 10am meeting,” your secretary says as she hands you a clipboard of notes for the meeting. 

“Thank you, can you bring her in here?” You ask and she nods, walking away from the doorway to gather Wanda for your meeting. 

“I trust you to make sure my files are given to Sharon?” You ask Natasha as you stand up, leading her to the doorway. Sharon was your CTO and you had some rather important files to deliver before the evening. Natasha delivers a simple nod before exiting the door, passing Wanda Maximoff on her way down the hallway that leads to your office. 

Wanda was adorned in a red suit, a smug smirk plastered over her lips. Her eyes glazed over Natasha’s for a mere second before looking back at what was in front of her. 

Wanda enters your office, you greet her as you stand by the door. Her hand shoots out to shake yours and you notice how soft yet cold her palms were. You usher her into your office, shutting the door behind her. She takes a seat at the edge of your desk, her eyes not being subtle in the way they rake over your sheer button up shirt and pencil skirt that had a slit at the right side. Your hair was in a bun with two strands falling down the sides of your face. 

“You’re a sight to see,” Wanda utters with a sultry tone in her voice, still holding her smirk as she meets your eyes again. Wanda was known to be a flirt, it was her strongest trait. 

“Well, I can say the same for you,” you respond, matching her vigor. You walk to the side of your office opening a mini fridge with a different assortment of drinks inside. 

“You want anything to drink?” You lean down to grab yourself a bottle of whiskey. 

“Drinking in the morning? How naughty,” you flinch as her hand comes over your back, she glides it down your lower half ever so slightly. Before her palm can reach your ass though, you quickly straighten your posture, standing up again. 

“Whiskey?” You ask, grabbing two glass cups from your shelf of glassware. You advert your gaze from hers as you’re sure you’d fumble over your words when you turn to look at her again. Wanda doesn’t miss the dark shade of rose adorning your face. 

“That’d be great Y/N,” you pour two glasses of whiskey before turning to walk behind your desk, taking a seat at your office chair. You place the two glasses down on the table, taking a sip out of yours and leaving a light lipstick mark over the rim. 

Wanda comes around to your desk to take a seat at the edge again, this time adjacently beside you. 

“Let’s talk business?” You ask, trying to maintain eye contact with her but failing. 

“I was thinking of buying your patent on your most recent project,” Wanda speaks with a confidence in her voice, it was as if her voice was trying to lure you in. 

“I don’t know if that’s feasible, Wanda,” you’re shocked at her preposition. Wanda’s company being a rival company to yours made it so you were always constantly trying to one up each other on newer and better inventions. You had never thought that she would downright attempt to buy the patent on your latest project to hinder your company. 

“Name a price sweetheart,” you pause, her nickname causing your brain to jumble up again. 

“I don’t know Wanda, we’ve been working on this for a while now and-” she cuts you off with her thumb running over your lower lip. 

“You had some lipstick smudged,” she says, staring at your lips. Your face flushes, with your breathing getting heavier. Wanda’s hand drops down to your chin, lifting it up so she can face it directly. 

“How can the enemy of my company look… This. Good,” your breath hitches at your throat as Wanda’s face slowly drops down towards yours. Her eyes staring at your lips. She starts leaning in, close enough to feel the soft warmth of her breath hit your lips. 

Wanda gets cut off by the door before she can capture your lips into hers. The two of you snap your head towards the door, seeing Natasha standing at the other side. 

“Sorry to interrupt, your meeting’s gotta get cut short as it seems that we’ve double booked Y/N for another meeting during this time. So sorry,” her voice feigns sorrow but Wanda could tell that her facade was fake. You quickly turn away from Wanda, your face getting impossibly hotter. 

Wanda stands up, taking a look at you before looking back up to Natasha. “Please hurry, Y/N urgently needs to get ready for her second meeting.” 

Natasha’s smile doesn’t meet her eyes. She has a staredown with Wanda, their fake politeness not being noticed by you. 

“I’m sorry Wanda, we can discuss this another time?” You finally gather yourself to stand up, leading her out the door. Wanda nods, not answering as her eyes squint in anger at Natasha. 

Once Wanda leaves, Natasha slams the door shut. 

“What the fuck was that?” She stares at your eyes. Your eyes widen staring back at hers. 

“What was what?” You answer defensively at Natasha’s vulgar demeanor. 

“You were just gonna let her fuck you?” Natasha walks towards you, causing you to back up with every step she takes until your back hits the edge of your desk. 

“Were you spying on me?” You ask with even more fervor. “No! I was gathering your files for Sharon before I saw Wanda practically about to slobber all over you. You DO realize that you have glass for walls on one side of your office.” She gets impossibly closer to you, her tall body casting a shadow over you. 

“I-I don’t know what that was,” your voice falters. Your eyes look down to her chest, finding it impossible now to maintain eye contact with her out of shame. 

Natasha steps back, sighing loudly as her hand rubs her eyelids before running through her short hair. 

For a CEO, you certainly don’t look like one right now. Your eyes look down at your fingers fiddling with each other. Your guilt cast over your face as you’re unsure what Natasha is going to say next. 

Natasha catches a sight of your shriveled up demeanor and goes to close the curtains on your windowed wall. She locks the door to your office before sauntering towards you. Her body looms over you once again, this time her hand goes under your chin to lift your gaze towards her. 

No words are shared as she leans in and catches your lips into hers. Your eyes shoot wide for only a moment before closing them to kiss Natasha back with just as much passion. Your hands wrap over her neck as her free hand goes to grip your waist. 

You whimper into the kiss, allowing Natasha an opening to slide her tongue into your mouth. She instantly invades every corner of your mouth with her tongue, her hands slowly drift down your body until it reaches the waistband of your skirt. She slips her fingers through and slowly slides down your skirt alongside your panties. 

Her hand comes to cup your cunt, a moan exiting your mouth at the contact. You both lean back to catch some air, your eyes staring into each other. Natasha’s eyes slowly drift down to her palm as she starts to circle around your opening with her middle finger. 

“Shit, you’re drenched, boss. Is this all for me?” She looks back up at your eyes, lifting her hand back to show her glistening fingers. You nod coyly, the heat on your face being shown through your cheeks. 

Natasha stuffs her slick fingers into your mouth watching as you obediently take them in, sucking them clean. She groans, “god you’re so good for me.” 

Her praise causes your clit to pulsate, yearning for touch. Natasha spares you choosing not to torture you any longer, she pulls her hands back to give you multiple pecks over your face before dropping down onto her knees. 

Your hands lean behind you to grip onto the edge of the desk as Natasha lifts your leg over her shoulder. She peppers your thighs with kisses in hopes of leaving a mark. You watch her intently, wanting to ingrain every image of this event into your head. 

When Natasha finally reaches the area that had been aching for so long, she gives one quick swipe of her tongue from the back to the front. A whimper exits your mouth, your hands grip onto the desk turning your knuckles white. 

Natasha’s eyes bore into your lidded ones, drinking in the way she made you turn into mush from just a swipe of her tongue. She dives back in with her tongue to circle around your clit. Your breaths come out labored and heavy from her ministrations. 

A moan elicits from Natasha’s mouth as she moves her tongue to your cunt, your wet liquids seeping out. Your attempts at containing your moans turn into broken sobs and whimpers. Natasha leans back before prodding her fingertip into your soaked entrance. She inserts one finger at first to tease you further, her finger curls inside of you as she slowly pumps it in and out at an agonizing pace. Her eyes are fixated on her glistening finger as she watches it disappear and reappear from your hole, a mesmerizing sight for her. 

You groan, “please, Natty.” She smirks as she looks back up at you, “does your greedy little hole want more?” 

You nod fervently down at her, your pussy clenching at her single digit in anticipation of more. 

“Of course a greedy slut like you wants more,” she feigns her disgust at you, beaming internally at how much she’s able to turn you on.  

“But, since I’m so nice,” Natasha says as she inserts a second finger, a moan escaping your mouth at her dexterity. Natasha leans back in to leave soft kitten licks over your clit.

You whine again ready to beg for her to speed up her thrusts but before you can, Natasha notices your need and starts pumping her fingers into you at an intensified speed. The tip of her fingers hitting your spot every moment she curls into you. Her mouth starts to lap over your pussy at a rapid pace. 

“N-Natty fuck!” Your head tilts back at the sensations overtaking your body. 

“You gonna cum for me, slut?” 

Your mouth opens as broken words fall out, “y-yes! Please, please, please - fuck!” Your hips start grinding on her fingers, wanting her impossibly deeper inside of you. 

“You think Maximoff can make you cum the way I do?” She asks with a growl in her voice. When you don’t answer her, far too lost in your pleasure, she slows down her pace, “Answer me!” 

You look back down at her, shaking your head as you answer, “No! Only you Natty, only you.” 

Natasha soaks in your words as she feels her ego being fed. “If that’s the case then, cum for me. Let go.” She moves her head back onto your clit, sucking on it. Her fingers get impossibly faster, hitting your insides so perfectly. 

Your mouth opens again, strings of curses followed with Natasha’s nickname falling out. “F-Fuck! Natty!” You yell out as you feel your orgasm snapping, a strong wave of pleasure encompassing your entire body. Natasha’s eyes look up at you to memorize every expression of your face as you cum. 

Natasha’s fingers slow down as she lets your ride out your orgasm, your breaths getting slower and lighter by the second. Your knuckles release their grasp on the edge of the desk as Natasha stands up to place a hand over your waist, holding you up in place as you fall limp in her arms. 

The hand with her digits inside of you slides out causing you to whimper at the emptied feeling. You open your eyes to catch her lifting the fingers into her mouth, sucking them clean causing you to clench your now emptied hole. 

Natasha groans with an exaggerated eyeroll at your taste, “fuck you taste good, sweetheart.” 

You giggle at her, your face red and damp with sweat. She smiles back at you as you lean in to start dropping kisses over her neck.

“Let me return the favor?” 

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CEO Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Strap On (Wanda Receiving) Fingering (Wanda Receiving)

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

AN: In memory of our fave Friends actor, Matthew Perry. The guy who brought us all to laughter with the best character ever. RIP Matthew Perry you awesome legend.

Word Count: 2.9k

18+ MINORS DNI

Maximoff Industries, run by the most respected woman in all of New York, of course her recent divorce was publicized and her children were also thrown into the limelight, which made having a private life extremely difficult for her and her family. But one thing she never expected to happen was meeting her secretary's room mate and best friend.

"Who is this?" Wanda asked as she spotted the taller woman standing beside Natasha.

"This is Y/N, my bestie." Nat smiled as she introduced the two.

"It's nice to meet you." Y/N held her hand out for the brunette to shake. "You also look better as a brunette, the red didn't suit you."

"Thank you." Wanda smiled as she shook her hand. "It was my ex who preferred the red."

"Well, he is clearly stupid." Y/N smiled as Nat watched the two. "I have to go back to work." She told them both with a smile, Wanda watched as Y/N disappeared down the hall, biting her lip before she turned to Nat.

"Does she work here?" Wanda asked her as Nat shook her head.

"She had an interview with Peggy in Finances for the assistant supervisor." Nat informed her.

"Can you ask Peggy to see me in my office please." Wanda told her. "Immediately." She entered her office, only waiting a moment before there was a knock on her door.

"You wanted to see me ma'am?" Peggy spoke as she opened the door.

"The interviews from today, who is the highest contender?" Wanda asked as she looked over the schedule she had received.

"There are two who would be extremely beneficial to the company." She started. "Pepper Potts, she is fresh from being Tony Stark's assistant." Wanda shook her head no. "And there is Y/N Y/L/N, she worked closely with Norman Osborn at Oscorp."

"Y/L/N is the obvious option." Wanda stated. "Hire her." She told her as she didn't want to hire her ex brother-in-law's assistant. So the following Monday, Y/N had carpooled with Nat to work, and the two made their way up to Wanda's office. Y/N sat waiting for Ms Maximoff to arrive as Nat started to get to work, sorting through Wanda's schedule for the day.

"Y/N, follow me." Wanda told her as she walked past the two. Y/N was fast on her heels, closing the office door behind her. "I will need you to fill out these forms for me, give Nat your I.D. so she can make photocopies for our company files." Y/N nodded as Wanda spoke. "Also, you and I will be working closely together as you will soon be taking over for Miss Carter, she is retiring soon and I need a fully qualified CFO."

"Yes ma'am." Y/N nodded as she took the forms from her hands.

"I will need the forms back at the end of the day." She told her. "And please call me Wanda."

"Of course Wanda." Y/N smiled as she gazed at Wanda intensely before leaving. Wanda couldn't understand the way she made her feel. She had never really looked at another woman like this before, she didn't even know it was possible since she was forced to marry her Ex by her parents or they would have disowned her. Of course with their passing, she had built up the courage to get out of her marriage as she ran the family business.

As the days turned to weeks, Wanda found herself working late on some days, Y/N was always the one who stayed with her, working on strategy plans to keep some of the company deals that they were at risk of losing.

"Do you want a drink?" Wanda asked Y/N who only hummed a quiet yes, going over the information she had before her eyes.

"I think we need to let go of some employees." Y/N told her. "Cut back by one or two in each department. We can split the work between the remaining employees accordingly."

"I don't want to talk about that right now." Wanda groaned as she took a seat beside Y/N, handing her a glass of bourbon.

"I didn't know you were a hard spirit kind of woman." Y/N teased her, watching as Wanda leaned on the back of the sofa. Observing Y/N's movements as she came up with a viable strategy for the company's future.

"How are you single?" Wanda questioned as she watched Y/N intently, the pen between her teeth as she turned to meet Wanda's gaze.

"I guess I never really found the one." Y/N shrugged. "My ex hated my dedication to my previous job, so she left me. Well, I caught her with my old friend."

"I'm sorry that happened to you." Wanda spoke softly as Y/N shrugged.

"It's ok." She smiled as she sipped her drink. "Love isn't for everyone."

"I think it is." Wanda spoke as she placed her glass down. "There is someone out there for each of us, it's just that we don't usually see what's right in front of us."

"And what do you see?" Y/N asked as Wanda inhaled deeply.

"You." She spoke as Y/N's eyes darkened as she gazed at Wanda's flushed chest, rising and falling rapidly. "A woman with strong arms and anyone would be lucky to have you. To just be in your embrace for the rest of their life."

"Is that what you want?" Y/N asked as she leaned in slightly.

"I don't know what I want." Wanda whispered, her underwear becoming damp with her arousal. "But I know what I need." With that she closed the gap, taking Y/N's lips on her own, her hands resting on Y/N's shoulders as she moved to straddle Y/N's lap. Her hands instantly held Wanda's waist before her hands ventured up her spine, holding her close as the kiss deepened. Neither of them were drunk enough for this to be known as a drunken mistake, all they both knew was they needed each other.

Y/N lay Wanda down on the sofa, unbuttoning her blouse as she kissed her passionately, their tongues dancing together as Y/N took all control. Wanda became a panting mess as Y/N's hand ventured under her skirt, pushing her underwear aside as her fingers ran through her folds, collecting the arousal before she made tentative movements on her clit.

"Fuck." Wanda gasped as Y/N moved her kisses down, taking a nipple in her mouth as Wanda arched her back, needing more than she was getting at this moment. "More. Please." She whined. "I need more."

Y/N complied as she plunged two fingers deep inside her, watching how Wanda's face changed due to the pleasure she was receiving. Y/N's name falling from her lips as she came undone, a panting mess as she soon calmed down.

"You taste so fine." Y/N smiled as she pulled her fingers from her mouth before kissing Wanda hard.

The next day, the two needed to set boundaries, so that was what they had done in the privacy of Wanda's office.

"We can't be anything more." Wanda told her as she sat in her chair. "I've just gotten through a messy divorce and I have two boys."

"I can be mature and just have fun Wanda." Y/N smirked as Wanda chuckled. "Besides, I am not going to blur the lines, I can keep my emotions in check."

Well, the two of them thought that was the case as what started out as quickies in the office turned into Wanda staying over at Y/N's and sneaking out before Nat woke up.

"We can't keep doing this." Wanda whispered as Y/N locked the office door before approaching her. A solemn look on her face at the realisation of the feelings the two share.

"Wanda." She started as she took Wanda's hands on her own. "We can do this." She held them close to her chest as Wanda closed her eyes, allowing Y/N to pull her closer. "I don't care that you have children or an ex husband. I know I will always be third."

"Second." Wanda corrected her. "It will be my children and then you."

"I thought the company." Y/N started as Wanda shook her head. A small smile on her lips.

"You will always come before the company." Wanda caressed her cheek as Y/N smiled, leaning down and claiming her lips with her own. Her hands soon wrapped around Wanda's waist, pulling her impossibly closer, causing a moan to escape Wanda as she felt the toy concealed within the confines of Y/N's dress pants. "Fuck, are you packing?" She questioned with a raised brow as Y/N just smirked, her hands trailing along Wanda's waist, pulling her blouse out of her skirt. Wanda's hands started to undo Y/N's blouse as they sloppily kissed roughly. Y/N had Wanda on her knees in no time, groaning at the sight of her red painted lips around the silicone toy.

"Fuck. You look so pretty on your knees for me." Y/N groaned as she gripped Wanda's hair, thrusting her hips into Wanda's face. "The great Wanda Maximoff on her knees, my little cock slut." Wanda moaned at her words, her cheeks flushed and her arousal dripping down her thighs. She whimpered as Y/N pulled her hair, pulling her away from the strap, the saliva leaving a string behind as Y/N brought her to her feet. "Face the window." Y/N ordered as Wanda was quick to do as she told. Spreading her legs as she looked over the busy city below, people rushed to and from lunch breaks as she stood bare against the cool glass. Her nipplea hardened against the glass as she moaned as Y/N slapped her ass before massaging it. "Such a good girl." Y/N bit her ear as she teased her with the strap. "Give everyone a good show, I want everyone to see how good I make you feel." Wanda moaned as the toy slipped past her entrance, Y/N's hands on her hips helping her remain steady as her hands were flat against the glass.

"Oh." Wanda moaned as Y/N snapped her hips, the toy moving out and leaving just the tip inside before thrusting harshly once more.

"Keep your eyes open." Y/N told her as she groaned, fastening her pace as she fucked her. The sound of Wanda's moans and the squelching of her arousal was music to her ears, her now favorite song. "Fuck. You take me so well Wanda." She went harder with each thrust, her fingertips bruising the skin on Wanda's hips. Neither caring for the people in the neighbouring skyscraper having a show. "You have no idea what you do to me." She groaned as she pressed her body up against Wanda's. The heat building between the two as Wanda's orgasm neared.

"I need to cum." Wanda whispered as Y/N grunted at her small tone. "Please let me cum." She pleaded as Y/N's head moved into her neck, licking and biting the skin.

"Let go for me." She whispered as she pressed tender kisses to Wanda's skin. A loud moan left her lips as she came, just in time for her machine to pick up a call.

"Miss Maximoff, the twins school had called, they need to see you asap."

"Fuck." Wanda whimpered as Y/N pulled out, Wanda was quick to gather her clothes, throwing Y/N a blouse, not bothering to see who's it was. "I have to go." Wanda said as she fixed her hair. "But I need you to stay here." She reached inside her desk drawer, a set of handcuffs as she pushed Y/N to sit on her chair, putting the handcuffs on her wrist as she handcuffed her to the chair.

"What?" Y/N tried. "Wanda, what if someone walks in and sees me? I am practically nude with a strap!! And I am wearing your blouse because it is abnormally tight!!"

"Please Y/N." She pleaded as she fixed herself. "Here, I'll be back as soon as I can." She places Y/N's jacket on her lap before placing the keys on the shelf above the bourbon. Y/N groaned as she walked out, leaving Y/N alone and handcuffed to the chair.

"Fuck." Y/N mumbled as she tried to wriggle free, hoping to break the plastic arm rest. Soon giving up and counting the ceiling tiles above. As an uncertain amount of time past, Y/N was left feeling uncomfortable. Soon the phone rang and it was Wanda's voice.

"I'm so sorry Y/N, Billy had a fall and I am currently at the hospital with him." She spoke in a hushed voice. "I know I said I wouldn't be long but we are just waiting for the x-ray results. I'll see you soon." Y/N slammed her head on the desk with a tired groan, closing her eyes for a brief moment, only to look up like a deer in headlights at the sound of keys in the door.

"Oh, I am so happy to see you." Y/N smiled as she saw Nat walk in with some files.

"What are you doing here?" She questioned as she hurriedly closed the door.

"Well, Wanda and I have been having sex, for months." Y/N told her. "And we have obviously had sex earlier and now I am handcuffed to this bloody chair." Y/N gradually raised her voice as she spoke, shaking the chair with her whole body. "But." She took a breath to calm down. "The key is just above the bourbon, so if you would please uncuff me so I can get dressed."

"Y/N." Nat shook her head, an unsure look in her eye. "Wanda will be expecting you as such." She gestured to her posture. "And I can't afford to lose my job because I actually like working here. Without the sex part."

"Come on!" Y/N pleaded as she moved from around the desk, her jacket falling from her lap.

"Oh come on!" Nat covered her eyes as she spotted the arousal stained strap on. "Wheel yourself back."

"Please Nat." Y/N pleaded. "I will buy you anything."

"I need a new Nintendo Switch." She told her. "Yelena borrowed mine and we both know that I will not be getting it back."

"Sold! Now get me free." Y/N told her as Nat moved to get the key.

"So, those nights you had someone in your bedroom, that was Wanda. Our boss?" She questioned as Y/N nodded.

"Yes it was." She answered. "Now please let me out of here!" She begged. "This shirt is unbelievably tight and these cuffs are starting to hurt me."

"You and Wanda do have the same style, which is weird." Nat admitted as she approached her. "But she did look much better in a looser blouse."

"Don't you dare." Y/N snarled. "She is mine." Nat just giggled as she undone one of the cuffs, Y/N massaged their wrist before the door soon opened.

"Nat? What are you?" Wanda rambled as she looked between the two.

"I know about the two of you." Nat told her. "But please don't fire me. I can't live off of Y/N's paycheck."

"Can you sit with Billy, he's just outside at your desk." Wanda asked as Nat nodded, closing the door behind her.

"She took the key." Y/N pointed out, just a moment later, Nat opened the door slightly and handed Wanda the key. "How is Billy?" Y/N asked her as she undone the other.

"He is fine, he has a hairline fracture so nothing too serious." Wanda told her as Y/N bent down to put on her pants, soon hearing the blouse tearing causing Wanda to giggle. "I think we need to wear different blouses."

"You think?" Y/N asked with a raised brow.

"It's not my fault you are buff." Wanda squeezed her biceps as she looked up in Y/N's eyes. "But it is a bonus to have strong arms wrapped around me, making me feel safe."

"I'll always keep you safe." Y/N kissed her softly as she grabbed her jacket. "Luckily I have a spare in my office." Y/N approached the door, hand resting on the handle as Wanda spoke.

"I think I love you." She told her, a smile formed on Y/N's face before she turned around to Wanda, approaching her and kissing her softly before pulling away and looking in her eyes.

"I think I love you too." She smiled before kissing her once more before she left the office. Wanda smiled as her heart swelled at the growing love between the two of them. Love comes to us all at different times of our lives, the journey we take to find the one who makes your heartbeat rapidly and your smile grow impossibly bigger. Wanda has finally found that love in the woman who works alongside her.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #marvel #elizabeth olsen #wanda x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #natasha romanoff

[notafunkiller]

Bucky Barnes masterlist

Most of my work is intended for readers above 18+, so please read the warnings before starting any of the stories. I am not responsible if you skip the warnings or if you don’t agree with what and the way I write.

🔥 = Smut 💔 = Angst 🌼 = Fluff

BUCKY BARNES x READER

Series:

FALSE GOD [on going]  🔥 🌼 💔

director!bucky barnes x actress!reader

-  On the night of your movie premiere, you and director Bucky finally get closer.

TREAT YOU BETTER [complete]  🔥 🌼 💔

(fake) boyfriend’s brother!bucky barnes x female reader

-  Caught between playing the girlfriend of Bucky’s younger brother and the unexpected allure of Bucky’s genuine affection, you don’t know what to do.

YOU’RE MY DESIRE [complete] - co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🔥 🌼 💔

40s!bucky barnes x female reader

- Your best friend drags you out on a double date. You were supposed to be Steve Rogers’ date but plans change pretty quickly and you end up in Bucky Barnes’ arms.

Two-parts

SPARKS FLY 🔥 🌼 💔

neighbor!bucky barnes x female reader

- While you are looking for Rebecca, you unexpectedly meet her brother, Bucky Barnes, your new gorgeous neighbor.

One-shots:

LOVE ME LIKE YOU PAID ME - co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🔥 🌼 💔

businessman!bucky barnes x female reader

- You accompany businessman Bucky Barnes to all the events he has to attend, and you find yourself wishing he wasn’t paying you to be his date.

YOU’RE STUCK WITH ME - co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🔥 🌼 💔

revenge séx!bucky barnes x female reader

- When you find out your boyfriend’s cheating on you with his best friend, you immediately tell Bucky Barnes about the affair and propose revenge séx.

YOU WERE MINE JUST YESTERDAY - co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🔥 🌼 💔

ex-boyfriend!bucky barnes x female reader

- It’s been a while since your break up with Bucky happened, but you’re still not over him. You try to move on, go out, and have fun with your friend, Steve, but you end up in the same bar you two went to often. It also just happens that Bucky is there too, with Natasha by his side. It doesn’t take long for you two to end up getting into old habits.

BUCKY'S HERE 🔥 🌼

thunderbolts!bucky barnes x female reader

- “Are you sure a kiss is all you want?”

WAIT FOR HOURS 🔥 🌼 💔

ceo!bucky barnes x secretary!reader

- Bucky and you have a small fight about making him attend a business dinner on your one-year anniversary.

WHAT IF I AM TOO MUCH? 🔥 🌼 💔

tfatws!bucky barnes x female reader

- When Sam’s girlfriend calls you clingy, you decide to give Bucky some space. What you don’t know is that he doesn’t want any space. None at all.

PRETTY LITTLE THING - co-written with @marvelouslizzie​ 🔥 🌼

tfatws!bucky barnes x female reader

- Your long-time crush, Bucky Barnes, is a regular at the bar where you work, and tonight, it’s impossible to avoid serving him for the first time.

OUT OF STYLE 🔥 🌼 💔

ex-husband!bucky barnes x female reader

-  A year after your divorce, you and Bucky come face to face at your closest friends’ wedding. Emotions run high, leading to a fiery confrontation that takes a detour to Bucky’s hotel room, where the old flame might just reignite.

TYING YOU TO ME 🔥 🌼 💔

 boss!bucky barnes x marketing director!female reader

-  When your boss, Bucky, apologizes for being rude to you once again, things take an unexpected turn.

BUCKY BARNES x YELENA BELOVA

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes masterlist #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x reader smut #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fanfic #sebastian stan #marvel fanfic #my stories #my fanfics #dilf!bucky barnes #dilf!bucky #neighbor!bucky #neighbor!bucky barnes #ceo!bucky #ceo!bucky barnes #director!bucky #director!bucky barnes #the winter soldier #tws smut #bucky barnes x yelena belova #rockstar!bucky barnes #40s!bucky #40s!bucky barnes #businessman!bucky barnes #boss!bucky barnes #boss!bucky

[scarnatlover]

In the comfort of your arms

Summary: In light of shocking news, the refuge found within the comforting embrace of a girlfriend becomes an anchor, grounding one's frayed nerves and fragile spirit.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (romantic); Tony Stark x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: panick attack, mention of blood, mention of sex

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Y/N pov

Being the CEO of one of the most prestigious law firms is certainly not a point that everyone can get to. I'm not everyone. But that doesn't make it any easier. And it isn't.

Everyone thinks that because I'm the CEO, I don't do anything. Wrong. I do more than anyone else. I'm the first one in the office in the morning and the last one to leave at night. Constantly dealing with papers to sign, contracts to inspect, cases to review, in and out of courts, constant calls from people who want either me or one of my lawyers, meetings I have to attend, and so on.

Of course, competition doesn't help. Ricky's Corporation is the only company that is on par with mine. There has always been this rivalry. Where my company did not reach, his company did; Where his company didn't reach, mine did. In the end, for several years now, it has been mine that has prevailed, even if only briefly.

There were times when I told myself to shut everything down, that it wasn't worth it anymore, but Nat was always there with me to reassure me that everything I was doing was perfect and that I was at a great point in my career. And everything went back to the way it was before.

Until, Tony Stark showed up at my office, asking me to be his lawyer. After a long discussion, we both decided to embark on this journey together. What I didn't know was that being Tony's lawyer meant becoming the lawyer for the Avengers and Stark Industries as well, which was not in the contract but which I let go for fear of losing such an important client.

The only benefit that this choice brought me was the money that comes to us every time. Of course, Tony doesn't care much about his bank accounts. But that alone did me any good. Otherwise, the work has tripled, if not more. Many more meetings, many more documents, many more calls and hearings. Sometimes I can't even get home to Nat because of the work I have to do. Not to mention, I have to stop whatever I'm doing every time Tony calls.

Just like now. I was reviewing documents for an alleged first-degree murder case when my phone rang. I pressed the button and heard my secretary's voice on the other end of the line.

"Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Stark has requested your presence in half an hour in his office at Stark Industries" I heard that voice that usually told me good news; Not this time.

"Tell him I'm busy, I'll go to him as soon as I can," I said, continuing to look at the papers in front of me and underline the main parts of what was written.

"I'm sorry Miss, but he insists," she continued.

I got up from my chair, loosening a little the tie that Nat had tied around my neck this morning, a sign that I was getting nervous and not just a little. I picked up my phone and looked at the time. 3:57 p.m., weird that Tony was in the office at this time.

"Tell him I'm coming" I ended the conversation before ending the call for good.

I quickly gathered my things and then left my office, a little frustrated. I texted Nat that I probably wouldn't be home by 4:30 p.m., as we had arranged since we wanted to have an afternoon to ourselves.

I think the others who were with me in the building understood that this was not the time to speak to me or to stand in my way. When I got into the car, I leaned my head on the steering wheel, exasperated. I could feel my eyes filling with tears. I was tired, very tired. It was all too much, too difficult, too complicated, too tiring. But it has always been my dream to join a law company.

After half an hour, I finally managed to park the car in the Stark Industries parking lot and got out of the car; I made my way to the entrance of the hotel and as soon as I arrived at the reception I saw Happy sitting on a chair near the elevator, looking at me. I waved to him and he immediately reciprocated, even sending a smile.

Once Tony's receptionist gave me access, I went up in the elevator and pressed the floor number Tony had pointed me to. While it was going up, I pulled out my phone, expecting a message from Nat, but it wasn't there. My message had been ignored, but I could see that it had been delivered and even read. This only added to my frustration.

Finally, the elevator stopped, I got out but I stopped a few steps later because I saw the very person I expected to see only in the trials. Ricky Martin. I just hoped Tony hadn't called him too.

I walked over to sit on one of the free chairs, hoping Ricky wouldn't notice me. Unfortunately, of course, this was not the case.

"If it's not Y/N Y/L/N that sitting there" he practically screamed, some people turned to look at us a little badly.

"Hi Ricky" I replied annoyed and without looking him in the eye I could guess that he understood that he was bothering me.

Before he could say anything else, Tony opened the door, letting out the other person who was inside with him. I understood why Nat didn't reply to the message. She was with Tony discussing something. As soon as she saw me, she completely ignored Ricky, who was looking for her attention and headed towards me.

"I'm so sorry my moon, as soon as I saw the message I wanted to answer you, but Stark called me for a meeting about a mission. I have to leave now, I'll be back about tomorrow morning. I'm sorry I can't be with you as we planned, but I promise we'll be together tomorrow," she said with a pout, then took my face in her hands and gently leaned her lips on mine. Honestly, I was hoping that tonight it would be just me, her and Liho, but instead, there will only be the cat at home since after this news I didn't want to stay home alone, so I'll stay in the office.

I nodded and she looked at me with a mixture of confusion and concern, but before she could say anything, her phone rang. She looked at the screen and saw Clint's ID. "Fuck" she murmured giving me another kiss and telling me to warm up the food she had prepared in the fridge, before running to the elevator and getting in.

Sighing, I picked up the papers I had placed on the chair next to me when I sat down and walked into Tony's office.

As usual, it was a mess. But who would Tony Stark be if he didn't leave everything in disarray? I sat in the chair next to Ricky, without looking him in the face, leaving my eyes to focus only on Tony.

"You may be wondering the reason for this sudden call" he began and already from his tone of voice I knew that whatever was on his mind, I would not like it. "Given the events that are going on, I've been thinking a lot these days," he said, opening a drawer and taking out a packet of peanuts, starting to eat them and then continuing to talk. "I think instead of just Y/N, Ricky should be a lawyer for this company as well."

And at that moment, everything stopped. As if my whole life had just been thrown away. As if all my efforts, sleepless nights, and evenings spent in the office instead of in my bed had been for nothing. As if my dream of becoming the best has been shattered. Because that's exactly what happened. Ricky sat next to me, looking at me with a smug smirk.

The rest of the meeting was difficult; My leg was bouncing up and down, a clear sign that I wanted to get out of that place. Tony must have noticed this because he quickly finished his speech and then told us we could leave.

Martin left quickly, his smirk still on his face. I didn't move from my chair. I couldn't understand, I couldn't focus on one thing, I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't breathe. He couldn't give anything.

The rest of the meeting was difficult; My leg was bouncing up and down, a clear sign that I wanted to get out of that place. Tony must have noticed this because he quickly finished his speech and then told us we could leave.

Martin left quickly, his smirk still on his face. I didn't move from my chair. I couldn't understand what was going on, I couldn't focus on one thing, I couldn't stop shaking, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't do anything.

I felt my clothes sticking to my skin, not allowing me to breathe, my hands were becoming numb, my chest felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my heartbeat in my ears. It seemed to go at the same speed as the F1 cars.

I didn't understand anything, I didn't know what was going on. I felt like I was dying, or fainting, I don't know which of the two. But thinking about it only made things worse.

Nat pov

I should have expected that. I can't have a night out with my girlfriend because my work is always in the middle. Sometimes I think about what our life would be like if I wasn't an Avenger. It would be very nice, but at the same time, it would not be the everyday life I know very well.

I was in the quinjet getting ready to leave when I heard the phone ring. I made a puzzled face before heading to the table where we usually outline the mission's plan of attack. I immediately saw that Tony was calling me and I sighed in exasperation.

"Tony, what's up, I've got to-"

"Nat, you have to come here to the office, it's Y/N." Hearing those words, I took my duffel bag, where I had my clothes since I had already put on my suit, phone and car keys.

"What's going on? What's wrong?" I asked frantically, running as fast as I could toward my Corvette, which seemed much farther away than I remembered I had parked it.

"I don't know, I think she's having a panic attack and I don't know what to do. I tried everything" he explained and finally, I got to the car, quickly entering it and, as soon as I put the keys in, I sped away, still on the phone with Tony.

"Fuck, move you shitty assholes" I yelled slamming my hands on the steering wheel, since those in front of me, even with the green light, didn't move and I was in a hurry.

As soon as I arrived, for the second time that day, I parked quickly, forgetting my bag with my house keys, wallet and phone inside, but at that moment, the only thing I cared about was my girlfriend.

Running, I entered the building, quickly showing my security badge and then running to the stairs, deciding that they would be faster than the elevator and let's face it, I don't think I've ever run so fast.

When I finally got to the floor where Tony's office was, I saw Ricky Martin smiling while he was on the phone with someone, but as soon as he laid eyes on me, he ended the conversation and walked over to me.

I wanted to go straight on my way until he started talking to me. "Your girlfriend's a failure, Romanoff," he grabbed my arm. "She has not succeeded and she will never be able to do anything in life. I bet she doesn't even you fuck well" when I heard the last words, I couldn't contain myself and punched him on the nose, both because of the words he was saying about Y/N, and because, as I said many times, I was in a hurry.

"My girlfriend," I replied as he held his nose while moaning in pain, "She's not a failure. You, Ricky Martin, are a failure. On her own, she's managed to go a lot farther than you. And it sure fucks me better than you Ricky, even if it doesn't take much, given the cock you find yourself down there. Even a rubber cock is better than yours" and I left, walking over to Tony's office door.

When I entered, I found myself in front of a scene that I had never seen before. Y/N, sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her neck and arms full of scratches, some bleeding, some not, with her shirt unbuttoned and her tie thrown somewhere, crying and desperate, trying unsuccessfully to breathe. Tony, on the other hand, was crying too, probably because he felt partly useless because he couldn't help Y/N, and on the other hand, because he felt guilty thinking he was the one who created this situation. As soon as Tony saw me, he motioned for me to go to Y/N without worrying about him.

Calmly and quietly, I approached my girlfriend, so as not to panic her more. "Hey, my moon. Can you try to take big, deep breaths for me, mhm?" I said gently taking her hands, trying to stop her from hurting herself more. She just shook her head and then started banging it against the wall behind her.

"No, no darling, we don't do that, mhm. Sh sh sh, it's all right, I'm here. Can you feel me? Can you feel my hands?" I asked her and after a few moments, she nodded. I just smiled at her before bringing her hand to my chest, to let her feel my regular heartbeat. "Come on love, let's do as the therapist said, huh? Inhale for 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5. Hold for 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 and finally exhale for 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5" I patiently guided her as she did her breaths, just as her psychologist had instructed me.

"Well done my love, very good. But now we have to repeat them, okay? Just like before" I told her, this time bringing her head to my chest and squeezing her hard enough to make her feel that I was there with her, but that I didn't want to restrict her any more.

After a few minutes, finally, her breathing was regular again, although she continued to tremble, and a lot of it. I stood there with her on the floor sitting, gently stroking her hair and giving her the comfort she needed. Occasionally, I would give her a few kisses on the forehead or wherever I could go. "Do you want to go home now?" I asked her after a while longer, hoping for a positive response from her. As an answer, however, I only got a no.

"Love…" I whispered to her, a little disconsolate by her answer, but it was very predictable. From the beginning of the relationship I had understood that she, even if she was very sick, had to go to the office if she hadn't finished something and this caused a lot of fights between the two of us, but they always ended up with her in my arms crying while she apologized and me consoling her.

"I-I know, I know. But I've go-ot to get to the office quick, I-I've got t-to finish something quickly," she whispered in a faint voice, breaking here and there. Usually, I would have let her go, but in the condition she was in, it didn't seem appropriate, so I tried to negotiate

"Okay, let's do it this way. You and I now go home, take a bath together, put on matching pajamas and watch Moana until you fall asleep" I tried to convince her, also trying to make her sleepy by gently stroking her hair. She opened her mouth, probably to protest again, but before she could do so, I started talking again. "Liho can sleep in the bed with us and you can be the little spoon" and after that, I knew I had convinced her. I felt her body relax against mine, her regular breathing on my neck, her hands fisting my suit. When she finally nodded, I smiled and kissed her on the forehead.

We spent that night just as I promised. Liho was asleep next to Y/N who was next to me, with her head on my chest, curled up like a baby. I wouldn't change a thing at all. With her, I feel like I'm at home. And deep down, I was.

#black widow x reader #marvel #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha x reader #tony stark

[scarlettromanov]

Business as Unusual

summary: You have always been one of Wanda's favorite employees. You will do anything she asks. What happens when her wife finds out? What happens when you find out the secrets of the company?

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 7.7k

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter One: The Fall

You were definitely going to lose your job today. You wished that you could say that this was the first time running this late to work, but that would be a bold face lie. To be fair it wasn’t ever due to general laziness, or lack of concern for your job security. The public transport into the suburbs from the city never quite arrived on time. Not to say that you couldn’t just drive to work, but the lack of owning an automobile created a whole slew of additional issues. Your prized water bottle thwacks hard against the back of your thighs, creating additional bruises, as you sprint down the sidewalk. It clangs with every step you take. It was a prize possession of yours. A treat to yourself for landing the job at R&M Industries just two years prior.  A purchase based on the fact that you would have to take the train into the suburbs, and your ex-girlfriend's constant pestering that you didn't drink enough water. Only two more blocks until you are safely to the office. Hopefully your boss, Mr. Rogers, is in the scheduled staff meeting, and doesn’t notice that you are 15 minutes late.

Crossing the intersection, the small pedestrian sign starts to count backward from 10 indicating that you will have to wait another few minutes to get across the street. You cannot afford another moment. Taking a deep breath you make a short dash across the street. Barely beating the pedestrian countdown clock. The weight of your backpack slamming into your back with every step. You do your best to not wince as the straps dig further into your bony shoulders. A piercing stab in your lungs continues to burn with each inhale. Taking a mental note that you should hit your inhaler once you are at your desk, you trudge forward.

Yet, as you are about to step up onto the sidewalk you feel your legs buckle and collapse beneath you, and you stumble (rather ungracefully) to the ground. The thin skin of your chin makes direct contact with the concrete of the sidewalk. Your teeth grind together, and you know that you’re bleeding before you can even register the embarrassment. Tear pool in the corners of your eyes. Blinking back the impending tears, you stare down at the palms of your hands, which are pretty scrapped up, but barely bleeding. So much for getting to the office at least 15 minutes late. You needed to get inside without causing any kind of commotion. Each entrance to the building had a secretary close by. Fists pressing against your eyes in frustration; you can feel the impending sob building in your chest.

“Fucking Idiot,” You mutter as you try to find your way back to a standing position. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth, like your old therapist told you to do when your anxiety got the better of you. When you open your eyes again you take a moment to inspect the damage of your fall, and notice that your water bottle has completely fallen off its chain, nowhere to be found. Screaming internal profanities you blink back a round of fresh tears. Crying at the office was not like you. Crying was meant for the depths of your apartment. Solitude was the only place that such a shameful emotion could come alive. This was no condition to enter a work day with.

Nothing had gone right this morning. The hot water went, your cell phone didn’t charge, the train was late, and now this. On your knees in the middle of the sidewalk you try to pull it together once again. You couldn’t afford to miss a day of work. You're catastrophizing again, you think to yourself. “ Find the positives in the situation, Y/N, there is always a silver lining.” The therapist's advice rings in your ears. It must be a real fucking small silver line, you think, trying to push out his condescending advice.

“Y/N?” A warm husky voice asks. Looking up, a rush of realization falls over you. Your gaze is met with green eyes, which are wide with alarm.

“Ms. Maximoff!- I am so sorry I am late! I-” She cuts you off by crouching down to your level. If you hadn’t been sitting in your own shame, you probably would have been impressed with Wanda’s ability to crouch in heels. Her power suit of the day was a deep burgundy.

“Your face is covered in blood, Y/N.” Your cheeks heat with embarrassment. Looking down at your hands you spin the ring on your middle finger. Feeling like a little kid who fell off their bicycle.

“Oh, Yeah that. It’s nothing.” You say with a failed attempt at a laugh. Unfortunately your laugh has an air of hysterics in it. You scramble, trying to get to your feet. Wanda watches you. Her eyebrows knit together in disapproval. That’s when you can taste the blood in your mouth. The coppery metallic dances its way across your tongue. You grimace, and Wanda notices. Swiftly she slides the straps of your backpack off your shoulders, and you let her. Stunned at the touch from the older woman. She slings your pack over one of her shoulders with ease. Silently, you accept her assistance, thankful to not have the straps digging into your shoulders anymore.

“At least let me help you.” Wanda says with a kind smile.

“I’m sorry. I am probably making you late to the staff meeting,” She puts up a hand. Your mouth snaps shut.

“You’re not the only one who’s running late, Ms. Y/L/N, and honestly,” Wanda smirks looking down at you playfully, “between you and me, It’s Mr. Strange’s turn to present this month and well.” She feigns a yawn. You bite back a giggle. Wanda’s nose scrunches in the way it does when she’s genuinely happy. This is why you’d always enjoyed being around Wanda. She was fierce, and led with an iron fist, but there was a playfulness about her that came out whenever you two were alone. Secretly, you were glad that she found you.

“Let’s get you inside. I think Yelena has a first aid kit in her office,

Wanda carries your backpack with ease as the two of you make your way up the two flights of steps to Yelena Belenova’s office. As you rounded the corner you notice that Yelena is nowhere in sight, but Wanda lets herself in without hesitation. She places your backpack on Yelena’s desk. Nervously you stand in the doorway to Yelena’s office. Wringing your hands together behind your back. Yelena was a friend of Wanda’s, you knew this. Yelena was also the head of her department, and more importantly she was COO of the company. But what held the most importance was that Yelena was Wanda’s sister in-law. Wanda had privileges as CEO, and as the Executive Chairwoman’s wife. Since starting with the company two years prior there had been an unspoken rule of stay out of an office unless invited, and do not speak without being spoken to. As a people pleaser with a need to avoid conflict at all costs… These rules were easy to follow.

Wanda doesn’t really notice that you are hovering in the doorway until she’s rummaging through Yelena’s filing cabinets behind her desk. She pulls out box after box of microwavable Kraft Mac and Cheese. There had to be at least six in her desk drawer alone. You wonder how Yelena stayed so fit when her breakfast every morning was espresso and a cup of Microwavable Mac and Cheese.

“Always so messy,” Wanda mutters to herself in disapproval.

For a moment she looks up at you. The corner’s of her mouth turning up the tiniest bit as she stares at you in the doorway like an obedient child. She plucks the medium sized box red and white from the cabinet. Holding the first aid kit in her left hand, she pulls your backpack back over her right shoulder. Wanda places a reassuring hand on your shoulder leading you away from Yelena’s office.

“C’mon, let’s head up to my office so we can get you cleaned up,”

Wanda and you make your way to the elevators, and take it to the 6th floor. Her arm stayed draped across your shoulders. It feels reassuring to have someone holding you so close. You can’t remember the last time someone held you this close. You allow yourself to bask in the feeling for just a moment. But when the elevator chimes, and the doors open, Wanda’s arm pulls away as she gestures for you to lead the way. Her secretary quickly hangs up her cell phone, and stands to greet us. She smiles kindly at Wanda, her brown eyes filled with warmth.

“Ms. Maximoff, Good Morning.” She turns her smile to you, and it falters as she takes in the state of my face. Your stomach sinks as you cannot recall her name. Despite being with the company for over two years now… you kept a pretty low profile. The sinking feeling makes you squirm under her gaze. Her curly hair pulled into a low bun, with a few strands hanging loose in her face.

“Y/N, are you alright?” You nod your head, tearing your gaze away from the girl. Cheeks blazing from the unwanted attention. Suddenly the floor has captured all of your attention with the way you stared down at it.

“MJ, Y/N had quite the fall on her way into the office this morning. If anyone calls wondering where I am tell them that Y/N and I are in a meeting,”

“Will do, Ms. Maximoff. Is there anything I can get for you?”

“I’ll have my usual, Y/N?” Wanda looks down at you expectantly. She gives your shoulder a gentle squeeze.

“B-black coffee please,” Your voice sounds small, and you grimace at your nervous stutter. It reminds you of all the times your father forced you to order my own food at a restaurant. Claiming that a stutter would resolve itself if you could only “gain a fucking backbone.” You divert your gaze to the floor again, studying the patterns in the linoleum tile.

“And a bottle of water for Y/N. Her water bottle appears to have gone missing,” Heart springing to life in your chest at the small detail that Wanda noticed. Wanda opens the door to her office, and ushers you inside with a delicate hand on the small of your back.

You had been inside Wanda’s office before, briefly, the day Natasha hired you. Natasha sat opposite of you at Wanda’s desk. Since Natasha primarily worked remote, and when she came into the office she would work in Wanda’s office. Her wife didn’t seem to mind. You think back to that day as you sit on the sofa in Wanda’s large office. The room is spotless, and filled with plants. Wanda sat down across from you, perched on the coffee table. She opens the medium sized first aid kit, and pulls out bandages and antiseptic. At this point the blood in your mouth had stopped flowing, but the bitter taste lingered.

“I can do this. I-I’m sorry. You probably have so much to do, and I am just eating up your time.” You reach forward to take the first aid kit from Wanda’s lap. Her hands still, and she tilts her head with a smile on her face as she looks up at you.

“Y/N if you apologize to me one more time,” Wanda warns with a stern tone, her Sokovian accent leaking through. Your mouth snaps shut. Wanda hums approvingly, and reaches for your hand, flipping it palm up. She rests your hand gently in her lap, and begins to dab antiseptic over the scrape. It burns, and you suck in air between gritted teeth.

“Now, tell me,” She says as she puts antibiotic ointment over a bandage, “Is there a reason that you are late again?” She smoothes the bandage over the wound. Her thumbs smooth the sealant of the bandage. You purse your lips, trying to think of the right words. Shame flooding your thoughts. She notices you hesitating, and squeezes your knee with her free hand.

“You are not in trouble, Y/N. You can tell me,” Her voice is sweet, and her gaze bores into yours. Taking a deep breath, mustering up the courage to tell Wanda your reasoning.

“I don’t have a car and I live in the city so the train runs late most of the time.” The words began to rush out of you, “And I know, I know! I could learn to drive, but I live alone and don’t have anyone to teach me, and cars are expensive, and…” Your voice comes out high pitched and nearly frantic. You feel your blush deepen as you sit there not wanting to admit a deep rooted fear of driving to your boss. Wanda rubs small circles into your knee with her thumb, it’s reassuring.

“And?” She urges you to go on, your eyes meeting again.

“I’m scared to drive,”You whisper, hanging your head, looking anywhere but her eyes. You can feel her gaze burning into you.

“That’s a valid fear, sweetheart. Many people have a fear of driving. There’s no need to be embarrassed.” You think she can tell that you desperately want her to drop the subject. In that moment there was nothing more that you wanted than the floor to open and swallow you whole. The vulnerability left you feeling weak. Wanda opens her mouth to say more, but a knock on the door interrupts her. Mentally you thank the universe for the interruption.

“Ms. Maximoff, I have yours and Y/N’s drinks.” MJ’s voice announces on the other side of the office door. Wanda finishes up your other hand, and says

“Come in MJ,” Wanda’s voice is lighthearted. Wanda pushes down on her knees as she stands up. MJ enters Wanda’s office, placing the tray on the coffee table.

“Your hands look much better, Y/N!” She smiles at you kindly. You delicately smile, and motioned to Wanda,

“Who knew Ms. Maximoff was a business woman AND a nurse,” you giggle, and MJ joined in. You mentally take note that you should ask MJ to grab a drink sometime. God knows did you need more friends. You and MJ smile at each other as Wanda rolls her eyes.

“Please- I’ve always wanted to be a mother,” She brushes her long strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, “Just have that instinct I guess,” Your breath hitches as she smiles at you again, her nose scrunching the way it does which tells you she means it. MJ agrees before turning to Wanda,

“Ms. Romanov just called, and she is on her way to the office. Shall I call the Italian place around the corner and reserve a table for you for lunch?” Wanda doesn’t hesitate before responding,

“Yes, please tell Dominic to reserve our usual table.” MJ nods her head, and exits the room without another word. Wanda opens the bottle of water on the tray, and hands it to you,

“Drink, honey. You lost quite a bit of blood.” Nodding you bring the bottle to your lips, and take a sip. The cool water sloshes around in your mouth, clearing out the residue of dried blood lingering on your taste buds.

“Very good, Y/N,” Wanda’s voice is gentle as she gets back to work preparing to clean your face. She brings a warm wet cloth to your chin, assuring that the wound is free of any bacteria. Wanda’s closeness has your face burning. You hear every breath she takes with her face a couple of inches from your own. Wanda clearly does not mind the close proximity of your faces. Why would she be bothered? Like she said, she has a maternal instinct about her.

She is just helping you since you’re an employee, and she probably doesn’t want to get sued or something for falling on company property? You say to yourself over and over again.

“This is going to hurt again, be brave for me,” Wanda says with a softness that creates knots in your stomach. The antiseptic burns, and you wince again as Wanda dabs it onto the wound.

“More than halfway there, sweetheart.”

She talks you through the process, as she grabs the final bandage from the coffee table. Like before she adds the antibiotic ointment to the bandage, and smoothes it against the wound on your chin. Wanda’s hands cradling your face. The coolness of her rings feels amazing against the heated flush of your face.

“There we go, all done!” She runs her thumb over your cheek bone, and smiles down at you, before adding, “You did so good for me,” Little does Wanda know that your stomach does a backflip at her words. You beam under her praise. Wanda hums and releases your face. Like in the elevator, the feeling of instant loss falls over you from the lack of her touch. Your body craves  her warmth. Were you really this touch starved that you would ache for your married bosses touch? Wanda pats your knee before walking over to her desk.

“Well I guess I should get to work, Thank you again Ms. Maximoff-” Wanda, who was thumbing through a stack of papers on her desk, looks at you. She cocks an eyebrow.

“Wanda, Y/N.” You swallow dryly. You’d lost count of how many times that you blushed in front of her today, praying that she mistook it for shyness.

“Wanda, thank you for everything, but I should be getting back down to my desk.” Wanda sets the stack of papers back down, and leans back against her own desk. She smiles, crossing her arms across her chest. You stand feeling her gaze on you again, hands behind your back in their usual position, fingers squeezing together.

“That won’t be necessary. I am ordering a car to take you home. Your assignment today will be to rest. Go home, read a book, take a nap, take a walk in the sunshine, and return back here, to my office at 9am for your next assignment.” You can not comprehend what she is saying. Take the rest of the day off? That might be all well and good for someone that could afford groceries, but you lived off of Instant Noodles and Peanut Butter toast.

“Wanda, I really need to work. I desperately need the money. I-” She cuts you off with the stern tilt of her head, before she continues,

“As far as anyone is concerned, you were here today. You were running errands for me, and I will see to it that Mr. Rogers knows that you work directly for me now.” Her eyes remained on you,  cocking another eyebrow, as if to say, ‘ Is that understood ?’ You nod your head, indicating that, yes you understood. Her words were loud and clear. Yes you would work for her, and yes you would go home, go for a walk, take a nap, and return back to her well rested. Wanda’s stern expression melts into a more gentle one.

“Good girl, now have a seat while I call you a car,” Without another word you sit back down on the couch, and pull out your phone. Scrolling aimlessly through Instagram. Trying to desperately distract yourself from the woman across the room. Wanda calls the car, and when it arrives she helps you put your backpack on. Before you go you turn to thank her for all of her help today, but the words don’t find your lips. Her hands begin to fiddle with the straps of your backpack. The sagging pressure of your belongings lifts. Instantly you feel the digging of the straps on your shoulders lessen. You breathe a sigh of relief.

“There you go, that’s been driving me nuts. We can’t have you throwing out your back now can we?” Wanda giggles before spinning you around guiding you to the door. She opens it for you. Your voice finally finds your lips again.

“Wanda, I just wanted to Thank y-” She doesn’t let you finish the sentence.

“Get home safe, Y/N. Remember the assignment I gave you. I expect to hear all about it tomorrow,” She winks, and her door closes. You stand there like a deer in headlights. You are pretty sure you stand there for a solid minute before your brain catches up again. MJ giggles from her desk.

“She is really something,” Your voice is strained. MJ cracks up, nearly doubling over in her chair. She looks up at you, giving you a wink.

“Whatever that something is, I think you like it,” You roll your eyes with a smile, secretly agreeing with her.

“See you tomorrow,” You throw her the peace sign before hitting the button for the elevator.

“Bright and Early!” MJ nearly shouts as the doors open. You step inside, and the doors close.

“Bright and Early,” You say to yourself as the elevator brings you down to the car Wanda ordered for you. Your fingers run up and down the straps of your backpack. The way her fingers adjusted the straps replaying in your mind.

#wanda maximoff #natasha romanov #wandanat #wandanat x reader #mommy wanda #mob au #top!wanda #wanda x f!reader #natasha x fem!reader #wanda maximilf #wanda x natasha #wanda x y/n #natasha x y/n #wandanat x y/n #wandanat x you

[natashaismylove]

G!p ceo nat with major exhibition and mommy kink🙏

A/N: you guys are gonna make me obsessed with CEO!nat I swear

Keep going |N. Romanoff

Summary: Natasha needs her secretary’s help to relax.

Pairing: g!p CEO!nat x fem secretary!reader

Warnings: smut, g!p Natasha(she has a penis), unprotected sex, praise, dirty talk, exhibition kink, mommy kink, public sex, vibrators, dom/sub dynamics, dry humping, orgasm denial/control, overstimulation, pet names(baby, detka)

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“Y/N, get in here.”

I stood up and walked into my boss’s office, smoothing out my skirt as I stepped in front of her desk. “Yes?”

She raised her gaze, smirking as she looked me up and down. She leaned back in her chair and patted her lap. I looked down at the floor as I walked around her desk, settling down onto her.

She held my waist and stroked my cheek with the other hand. “Mommy needs some relief, baby. Think you can help me?” I nodded and she smiled proudly. “Good.”

She turned me around so I was straddling her, our chests pressed together. She pushed my skirt up over my ass and put her hands on my hips, grinding me down onto her. “Keep doing that while I get some work done.”

I nuzzled my head into her neck and nodded. I started to move my hips onto her, carefully listening to her quiet moans to figure out where I should move more. I rocked in small circles and bit my lip as she groaned in pleasure.

Her hand slapped my ass harshly before smoothing out the area. “Good girl. Keep doing that for me…”

I was so turned on and wet, and by Natasha’s instructions I wasn't allowed to wear any underwear which made it easier to glide back and forth, her pants now having a wet spot on them. I could hear Natasha typing on her computer as she did her work but I stopped focusing on that as I felt myself get closer.

I whimpered as I held onto her tighter, her hands coming up to wrap themselves around me. “You wanna cum, baby?”

I nodded quickly. “Yes, mommy.”

She gripped my hips and stopped me from moving. A whine left my mouth and she chuckled before turning my body around so I was straddling her reverse cowgirl. The sound of her zipper made me bite my lip in excitement and she didn’t wait a second to push me down onto her cock, filling me up completely.

“Mommy~”

“Mm, baby you feel so good.” she whispered into my ear.

My eyes closed as I started to move my hips once more, feeling her cock hit all the spots inside of me. I breathed out in pleasure and lifted myself up a little before dropping back down, putting my hands on her desk in front of me to steady myself. Natasha helped me and guided my hips up and down onto her, moaning into my ear simultaneously.

I heard her drawer open but didn't think anything of it until something was pressed against my clit. “Keep your eyes closed, detka.”

I moaned as the object started to vibrate directly on my clit, still keeping my eyes closed. “Oh my god~”

She chuckled a little. “You like that?”

“God yes…”

She bit my earlobe and dragged it down with her teeth before whispering into it. “Just so you know…the door is open.”

My eyes shot open and my hand immediately covered my mouth. She chuckled again before taking my hand off of my mouth. “They know better than to disturb me though. They won’t say anything, just keep going.”

My bottom lip shook a little before I bit down on it. “But-”

“Nuh uh. No buts. Keep going like I told you. You don’t want to disobey me now, do you?” I shook my head and started to move my hips again. “That’s my good baby.”

She turned up the speed on the vibrator and kissed my neck as I moaned loudly. She gently bit my neck before licking the spot and up to my jaw. “You’re desperate for mommy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, mommy~”

“Well then I’m sure you could ride me faster.”

I nodded slowly and picked up the pace with my hips. I jumped up and down onto her cock, smiling a little as she hit my g-spot continuously.

Natasha hummed a little. “Is my happy little girl satisfied with some cock inside of her?”

“Oh yes…”

“I’m hitting all the right spots, huh?”

“Uh huh.” I nodded.

Her hands trailed up my sides and onto my boobs, squeezing as she looked down at them with aw. “So perfect…”

“Mommy, can I cum now please~?”

“Is it getting too much for you to handle?” she said before kissing my jaw, moving the vibrator a little around on my clit.

“Wanna cum, need to cum so bad, mommy, ah please~” I blabbered as I rode her as quickly as I could.

“Not yet.” she smirked against my skin and I let out a whine. “No complaining, baby. You take what I give you and you listen to my orders, alright?”

I pouted but gave a nod. “Yes, mommy…”

She stilled inside of me before putting the vibrator away and turning my body around on her so I was facing her. She held under my thighs before standing up, walking towards the giant window in her office. She pressed my back up against it before she started to fuck up into me.

“Let’s see how long you can last with me fucking you like this.” she smirked.

My head fell back against the window and I let out a moan. “I’m close~”

She leaned forward and kissed my neck. “Don’t cum until I tell you to.”

I was a moaning and blabbering mess, desperate to cum for her. I knew I couldn't hold on much longer but I also knew there was no way in hell I would disobey her.

“Please, oh please, mommy~”

“God, not an ounce of patience in you, huh?”

“I’m begging you!”

She groaned. “Fine. You’ve been good so I’m rewarding you now. Cum for me, detka.”

“Oh god!” My eyes clenched shut as I finally got to cum. My entire body tensed up and i felt my senses go into overload as Natasha kept fucking me through my orgasm. My vision turned completely black for a second as the pleasure became too much. After a few seconds I came back to my senses and felt Natasha slow down.

“Please, mommy, cum inside of me- fill me up all you want just please cum, I wanna feel you cum!”

She moaned loudly and stilled inside of me, spilling her cum into me. She kept moaning into my ear until her high faded. She let out a breath and kissed my cheek before setting me down onto the ground, my legs wobbling a little until I found some balance.

She chuckled with a smirk as she looked at me. “You know what? You’re staying in my office the rest of the day. I might need you again soon…”

#natasha #natasha x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fic #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha romanoff x you #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #black widow x female reader #marvel #avengers #natasha smut #smut #natasha romanoff smut

[ashborne-ali]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x male reader

[sytoran]

𝐊��𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑!

howdy! it's two weeks till october, and that means kinktober season. i've planned a very elaborate (and spicy) menu for you lot. it's my first ever kinktober event, so don't be too harsh on me. stay tuned for the good stuff!

𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐖

🎃 minors dni! for the rest of yall please be mindful of warnings and tags before reading (a lot of these fics may contain sensitive/triggering stuff!)

🎃 all fics will be dom!reader x sub!marvel women. (mainly wanda maximoff and natasha romanoff). don't like, don't read.

🎃 posts relating to this kinktober event will be tagged as 'sytoran's kinktober 2023'

🎃 i generally like to write reader as more masc-representing, and only either fem!reader or gender-neutral!reader (no male!readers)

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 — 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄

🎃 OCTOBER 001.

somnophilia | CW!wanda x beefy!avenger!reader summary: after a particularly taxing work day, there's no better stress relief than your cute little bunny sleeping half-naked in your bed. cont: mild non-con, vaginal fingering, begging, daddy kink

🎃 OCTOBER 003.

blowjob | secretary!natalie rushman x ceo!reader summary: natasha's mission to retrieve a thumbdrive file involves seducing a high-ranking executive, and the seduction goes smoothly. a little too well, in fact, that she doesn't notice you're not all you seem to be. cont: reader has a cock, power play, begging

🎃 OCTOBER 005.

thigh-riding | IW!wife!wanda x gn!reader summary: you've always loved writing stories since young, but the tale of you and your wife writes itself, and it ends with a sweet happy-ever-after. cont: soft sex, established relationship, romance + fluff

🎃 OCTOBER 007. [POSTPONED]

stockholm syndrome | AOU!wanda x hydra!reader summary: after being taken as hostage by HYDRA's runaway assasin, newbie avenger wanda is prepared for pretty much anything, except developing feelings for her captor. cont: reader has a metal prosthetic arm, humiliation, degradation

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 — 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 009.

mermaphilia | mermaid!wanda x pirate!reader summary: as captain of a notorious gang of pirates, you've got a reputation of steel, but when there's a pretty little mermaid presenting herself for you, there's no chance in hell you're not saying yes. cont: sweet talk, begging, humiliation, overstimulation

🎃 OCTOBER 011.

size kink | roomate!natasha x werewolf!reader summary: despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for. cont: (very) rough sex, reader has a cock, breeding, creampie

🎃 OCTOBER 013.

knife play | bimbo!wanda x ghostface!reader summary: for years on end you've chased sweet revenge. from being your high school bully to the fount of your desires, wanda maximoff is your esteemed salvation and utter demise. today, you plan on taking it all back. cont: dubious consent, degradation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 — 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 015.

tit-fucking | milf!natasha x amab!reader summary: your wife thinks you've been acting a little off lately. she tries possible solutions to lighten your mood, but eventually it comes down to the 'hard' truth that you wanna fuck her tits. cont: reader has a cock, teasing, possessiveness, praise

🎃 OCTOBER 017.

breeding press | housewife!wanda x amab!reader summary: your wife looks a little too good on a particular weekday morning. spoiler alert - you end up late for work that day. cont: reader has a cock, daddy kink, possessiveness, marking

🎃 OCTOBER 019.

public sex | milf!natasha x mechanic!reader summary: natasha's had a completely shit day, and the last straw is when her car breaks down on the way home. the unbelievably sexy mechanic who shows up to fix her car makes it an unforgettable night. cont: daddy kink, horniness, hot mechanic stuff

🎃 OCTOBER 021.

wall sex | cheerleader!natasha x footballer!reader summary: natasha gets more attached than expected after a one-night-stand with the college's infamous player, both on the field and with the ladies. however, she's always been good at getting what she wants. cont: very long fic, squirting strap-on, cunnilingus

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑 — 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 023.

exhibitionism | agent!peggy x lieutenant!reader summary: there's nothing quite like a classic 1940s sapphic romance, except the element of 'forbidden' doesn't apply to you; you're eating your wife out under her office desk as she speaks to - or least, attempts to speak to - her military soldiers. cont: office sex, cunnilingus, fingering, edging

🎃 OCTOBER 025. [POSTPONED]

aphrodisiac | witch!agatha x hunter!reader summary: during one of your hunting sessions in the woods, you stumble across a little wooden shack that wasn't there before. your curiosity gets the better of you, but you aren't prepared for what lies beyond. cont: non-con, sex pollen, riding, power bottom

🎃 OCTOBER 027. [POSTPONED]

caught masturbation | college!kate x professor!reader summary: kate's your best student, diligently attentive in your lectures. who knew that there were hidden intentions behind all that attention she paid to your teaching. or more specifically, you. cont: age gap, professor kink, humiliation, fingering

𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 — 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒

🎃 OCTOBER 029. [POSTPONED]

brat-taming | bimbo!wanda x sugarmommy!reader summary: what was supposed to be a relaxing day off at the bar turned awry when your pretty little girlfriend stepped in. wanda has a little too much fun toying with those sleazy men, so it's up to you to teach her a lesson. cont: bathroom sex, spanking, hair-pulling, degradation

🎃 OCTOBER 030. [POSTPONED]

omegaverse | omega!natasha x alpha!reader summary: while visiting your sister, kate, at the avengers compound, you stumble into none other than the black widow. there's big reputations, miscommunications, sexual tensions, and a whole lot of hot sex. cont: flirting, seduction, heat/rut, mating bite

🎃 OCTOBER 031. [POSTPONED]

mirror sex | barbie!wanda x gynecologist!reader summary: a sequel to 'doctor's orders'. wanda's curious nature to explore her new body intimately leads you to purchase a full-length mirror in your shared apartment. you teach her everything she needs to know. cont: fingering, guided masturbation, power play

credits to @cafekitsune for the line dividers i will be using

do not copy, edit, or translate my works.

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[deliciousangelfestival]

Strawberry Kisses and Candy Wine - CEO!Steve Rogers

Chapter 4 So Close But Yet So Far

Character: CEO!Steve Rogers x Baker!Female Reader

Theme: Fluff

Words Count: 1163

Summary: It seems like Steve and (Y/N) share the same feelings. But when they want to see each other, something always stops them. When will both of them meet again?

A/N: If there are any grammar mistakes, please pardon me because English is not my first language.

But I hope, readers will enjoy this new update.

Likes, Reblogs, and feedback are much appreciated. 

Masterlist

Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 || Chapter 3 || Chapter 4 | Chapter - - ||

Steve P.O.V

It’s been a month since Steve saw you. He went abroad for a while to meet with new potential company partners. 

But something unexpected happened; the rival company stole Steve's team proposal plan. The reason why the proposal leaked was his new secretary Peter. 

The night before the meeting, he met his old friend at the bar. It seems like his alcohol tolerance was pretty low and ended up with him spilling everything about the proposal. His old friend worked with the rival company and stole the plan. 

Because they lost their chance to expand the business, Steve won’t stop scolding his new secretary Peter, “Even though he is your old friend, you shouldn’t tell him even just a tiny bit about the company's new proposal.”

Everyone outside the office could hear their boss scolding. They looked at Bucky for help to stop Steve and help Peter. 

Bucky received the help signal and went to Steve's office.

Knock, Knock!

Bucky's presence made Steve stop talking, but he still looked mad. He gave Peter a consoling look and gave a sign to him to leave the room. 

Peter bowed his head to Steve and left the room. Bucky told Steve, “You have to be chill, Steve; besides, we have discussed this with our investor and board member. They trust Steve's capability. 

Bucky tried to lift the mood by giving Steve something “Look what I’ve got.” He handed his best friend a cake box from his wife, Natasha. 

It got Steve's attention and made his face look bright. Because the cake box came from your bakery, looking at it made him sigh deeply. 

If these things happened months ago, he wouldn’t mind staying at the office to develop a new plan since he is a workaholic. But everything is changed since he met you. Steve looked up at the window, wondering what you were doing. 

Meanwhile, at Dear Cake

Reader P.O.V

Inside the cafe, everything looks like usual, customers enjoying their food and drink while Toby works at the cashier. 

And at the bakery kitchen, Natasha is sitting behind one of the counters, watching you humming a song while making a new batch of cake.

“So, do you want to tell me who the person that made you keep singing (Y/N)?”

Her sudden question made you blush. "What…aat?"

"I've been trying to matchmaking you with my friend. Turned out I was too late."

You giggled, remembering the disastrous date you’ve been through before. "You know that I'm awkward with blind date."

“So, could you tell me more about your company party for this weekend?” You asked Natasha while looking through the desert list she requested. 

“Just a small gathering. The CEO of my company came up with this idea to appreciate employees' hard work. They could have fun, eat and drink all day.”

“That’s really nice. But I still think you work in a big company Nate.”

Natasha just winked at you while eating the berries. You always wondered about her, who was always full of mysteries. Even though you have been friends since boarding high school, you still can’t figure her out. 

You and Natasha lost contact almost ten years after attending different universities. You were studying abroad to follow your parents, who work as researchers, and Natasha is staying in the States. 

Even though you separated, she will always be your best friend. When you got burned out and betrayed from working at your former company, the first person that came to your mind to talk to was Natasha. 

Thanks to social media, you could contact her again. She was angry and livid hearing your stories. She said, 'It’s painful right now, but you could do whatever you want after this.’

‘What I want?’ You asked yourself that question and remembered always wanting to open your bakery and cafe. 

You told Natasha about the idea, and she fully supported it and said, “You made a hella out of cake back at our high school bazaar. It always sold out.”

That was good enough to build your confidence, and you appreciate her helping hand. Natasha gave you a good list of locations with a good price to open your bakery. 

While you recall the past, the kitchen door kicked, making you and Natasha look at the door. You thought it was Toby thinking his hand full of holding flour bags. That’s why he kicked the door.  

It turned out it was someone else—the person who made you quit your former job. With a smug smile, expensive clothes, and sting cologned, he walked towards you and said, "Nice to see you again (Y/N).”

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At Dear Cake (same day but different time)

Steve P.O.V

Steve finally could step his foot at his favorite place once again. He wished that he could see your face even from afar. But his prayer isn’t answered because he only sees Toby at the cafe. 

He approaches Toby and notices something. Steve knew how to read someone's mood, and now he could feel that Toby was looking mad. 

“Hey Toby, you’re good?”

Toby looked surprised since it’s been a while since Steve didn’t appear. “Oh, Steve.” He sighed. “Well, there’s an annoying guest today. He completely ruined my day and (Y/N).”

Steve raised his eyebrows when he heard your name got included. Did the guest hurt you? He asked Toby, “Do you need any help?”

“I had it under control.”

Steve hummed. Since Toby doesn’t accept his offer, he will back down. Then his eyes look around for your presence. 

“What about you, Steve…?” Toby wants to ask Steve what he’s been doing, but it seems like he wants to see you.

‘He looking for (Y/N).’ Toby thought. “She went to buy ingredients; we got a big order next weekend.”

‘Seems like he couldn’t ask you out next weekend to his party.’ He thought. Steve looked at Toby, hiding his shyness. 'Was it obvious he’s looking for you? ' 

He couldn’t lie but felt disappointed. “Well, I guess I’ll see you both next week.”

“You don’t want to stay for a while?”

Steve shook his head. “No, I have to catch a flight.”

Five minutes after Steve left, the cafe door opened.

“Oh welcome back, your boyfriend was just here a few minutes ago.”

“You should’ve called me when he arrived.” You gritted your teeth while holding your annoyance with your brother. 

“If you didn’t go out, that person would keep bothering you. I was this close to hitting him,” said Toby. 

You never saw Toby this mad since he was always calm. You changed the topic and pointed at the grocery bags “Well, at least the ingredients for next weekend are completed.” 

Toby looked at the grocery bags and said, “Perhaps you could see Steve sooner.”

“Hmm, how do you know that?” You asked him while shaking his shoulder. While Toby inwardly screamed, seeing his sister being so dense. 

Author Note: I'm sorry for the lack of updates. I've been busy with exams.

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Tony Stark - Warm Mornings

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[aliashborn]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x male reader

[gingiesworld]

hai!! are you still taking requets? if so, may i suggest a ceo!wanda x fem!reader story? whenever you've the time, ofc

so i've been re-watching friends after matthew perry tragically passed away, and an idea popped in my mind regarding that one episode with chandler fucking rachel's boss.

so basically, reader is seeing wanda, the ceo of her own company but reader is also her employee so they're worried about getting caught being together. wanda gets a call and has to run off, leaving reader handcuffed to a filing cabinet in only her underwear and wanda's shirt 'cause they both get mixed up and everyone at the company knows that wanda specifically only wears one colour, same as reader.

wanda's secretary, natasha, walks in on reader and she does her best not to freak out, especially now that she knows it's reader who's been screwing wanda (maybe during the smut, reader is on top and taking wanda's ability to walk with how hard she finger fucks her and with a strap), which becomes ironic when reader is handcuffed.

natasha gets worried about losing her job because only she has the key to wanda's office and shortly after a bit of arguing, wanda walks in and she gets involved, argues with natasha but in a split second to save her job, reader confesses her love for wanda and it not just being a friends-with-benefits type of thing

tysm but please when you have the time. i love your work btw!!

Here is Blurred Lines. Our CEO Wanda x fem reader. Hope you guys enjoy it

[ashborneali]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader P1

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

(to be continued...)

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𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐭. 𝟔 ♤♞

A/n: This is the 6th and FINAL part of a Natasha Romanoff mini-series y’all and this mini-series is absolutely inspired by a book called The Stripper (camren) on Wattpad, iykyk.

Genre: ♞ Comfort/Hurt | ♤ Angst |

Warnings: None, I think? If there is please let me know!  

Pairing: CEO!Natasha x Secretary!Reader

Summary: Y/n Y/l/n was hired to be Natasha Romanoff’s new secretary.

Words: 1,755

Part 5

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"Are you dumb or are you dumb? Why the hell would you do that?" Kate exclaimed getting up from her vanity and slapping Y/n on the arm. 

"It was the heat of the moment! I caved in!" Y/n yells panicking as she paces back and forth. 

"Okay okay, well you still had your mask on right? It's not like you're going around the office kissing her so I'm sure she wouldn't know." Kate says in an attempt to calm her best friend down. 

"I called her, Ms. Romanoff." Y/n deadpans. 

"Oh, you're really trying to die, huh?" 

"Kate! Help me!" Y/n groans running her hand through her face. 

"You're playing with fire, Y/n. I don't know how to help you." Kate says a little calmer. 

"How was I supposed to know that she was going to turn out to be my boss? Or how about the fact that I never thought she'd come back here? When I saw her last week, I thought that was a one-time thing." Y/n groans as she sits herself down on her chair. 

"I'm surprised you even allowed her to come to VIP with you the first time she tried since you don't do VIP services."

"There was just something about her, the way she watched me dance was different than any horny fucker out there. So it caught my interest and now here we are," Y/n was about to continue her rambling but Kate stops her with her eyes going wide. 

"Oh my god! Don't tell me you're catching feelings for her!" Kate looks straight into Y/n's eyes through the vanity mirror. 

Y/n's lack of response was a good enough answer for her best friend, "Oh dear god, Y/n you know that can't happen." 

"I know, I know, I know." Y/n shakes her head with a loud sigh. "By the way, your other best friend is out there too." 

"Yelena?" A small smirk forms on Y/n's face as she nods in return. "Oh we're going to get fired tomorrow," Kate says throwing her hands in the air in frustration. 

"You'll be fine, just don't be dumb like me," Y/n pats her back making her roll her eyes. "Yeah, obviously, I'm too smart for that." Y/n scoffs at Kate's comment. 

Y/n starts packing her belongings after she gets into her sweats and hoodie for the night. Y/n was asked to come in on Tuesday nights to do a single solo show instead of doing a full shift like she does other days of the week. Y/n is 'Scarlet Bridge' top moneymaker and that's why the house mom of the club practically begged her to come in to at least do a solo show on Tuesdays.  Kate wasn't scheduled to come in today but she decided her best friend needed her for moral support and she's too good of a friend to not deliver. 

"Alright, I'm ready," the two best friends go to their house mom for Y/n's payout and they immediately leave after. 

The next day Y/n arrives at the office at 6 am dressed in straight high-waisted white pants with a silk creme button-up tucked in,  black stilettos, pinned straight hair, and to finish off her signature red lips. She takes a quick glance in Natasha's office to see her boss was already there, she quickly grabs everything she needed and knocks on the redhead's door.

"Come in, Ms. Y/l/n." The redhead prompts her before looking up, "good morning," she added. 

Y/n walks over to the couch where Natasha was already sitting with her laptop, "good morning, Ms. Romanoff. I hope you weren't waiting for too long." 

"Oh no, I just got here as well," Natasha says and Y/n notices that the redhead hasn't made her coffee therefore she walks over to the coffee maker. "Coffee, Ms. Romanoff?"  

Natasha feels a shiver run up her spine hearing what Y/n called her, the events of the night before with Ivy still fresh in her mind. "Ms. Romanoff?" Y/n tries again when she didn't receive an answer. 

"Uh, yes please," Natasha stutters out and whispers a quiet 'thanks' as she shakes her head to push the memories aside. The redhead looks up at Y/n watching her make coffee for the two of them and immediately her mind compares her secretary to her dancer. 

She lets her eyes wander down to her secretary's bum and notice the very close similarity of the volume to her dancer's. She then compares how Y/n's hair length was the same as Ivy's and another wave of shivers were sent down her spine when she realizes that the two women in her head had the exact same hair colour. 

When Y/n turns around Natasha's green eyes snap straight to the red lipstick that was perfectly painted on her secretary's plump lips. The redhead couldn't help but think straight back to Ivy's red lips that she always wore at every performance, especially last night's. 

She was snapped out of her thoughts once Y/n places their mugs on the coffee table with the sound of her clearing her throat. Y/n on the other hand has felt her bosses' intense eyes on her while she was making the coffee and to say she was nervous was an understatement. 

This is it, I'm getting fired today, she thought. Although her nerves were through the roof, she channelled her inner Ivy to exert some confidence. 

Both women hadn't exchanged words that weren't in regard to their work until it was time for their meeting, one reason being their tight deadline and the other being their thoughts of each other. 

The meeting came and it had dragged on throughout the morning, leaving no room for anything but their work. 

It was well after lunchtime when Y/n heard furious steps hurrying towards her desks' direction. Her eyes widen as she looks up seeing a furious Carol Danvers looking back at her. Y/n gets up quickly sending her chair flying back, she gulps as Carol gets closer but her eyes widen even more when the blonde passes towards her to Natasha's door. 

"Ms. Romanoff is currently busy-"  Y/n's attempt on stopping Carol was a waste of time as the blonde barges into the redhead's office. 

Y/n hurries behind Carol to apologize to her boss, "I tried stopping her Ms.-" 

"You shut up," Carol growls pointing her finger at the secretary halting Y/n's actions. 

"Excuse me? Who do you think you are?" Natasha furiously gets up from her seat. "You do not speak that way to Ms. Y/l/n," the redhead protectively says. 

"Oh because you're fucking her? Is that it?" Carol accusingly shoots at Natasha. 

Y/n immediately shuts the door behind her, not wanting the entire floor to hear the commotion. "Not that it's any of your business but I am not fucking her." 

"Oh yeah?" Carol moves closer to the redhead, "Is that why you ruined my damn company! What did that whore tell you that got you making calls to ruin my life, huh?" 

Y/n looks between the blonde and the redhead in shock, only finding out this information on the spot. "I would watch your mouth if I were you, Ms. Danvers. Ms. Y/l/n did not have to tell me anything for me to find out just how horrible you are. And as for your accusation of me ruining your company, I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Don't fucking lie to me! One of Bucky's men folded and told me the truth, you should know by now how ruthless I could be if I wanted something." Y/n swallows and uncomfortably fidgets on her spot at her ex-fiance's words. 

"Are you here to threaten me? Because you're lucky you aren't sitting behind bars at the moment." Natasha chastises Carol who only scoffs in return. 

"I'm here to ruin the woman who ruined my life," the redhead was ready for whatever Carol was about to throw at her but she was appalled to see Carol turn to Y/n. 

"You planned this didn't you?" Carol walks closer to Y/n who finds herself taking a step back in fear. 

"Danvers, you need to leave," Natasha commands her as she goes around her table and cautiously takes calculated steps toward the blonde. 

"I told you I was coming back for you," Carol growls at Y/n, yanking the younger woman by gripping her arm tightly. 

Carol speeds walk towards Natasha dragging Y/n along with her, "tell her who you are. Tell your boss what you really do outside of here and I'll watch as she buries you under the fucking ground." 

Y/n's eyes shoot down to the floor, tears threatening to spill past the rim of her eyes, "tell her god damn it!" Carol yells tightening her grip on Y/n's arm. 

"If you're referring to Ms. Y/l/n being a stripper outside of here, then I already knew." 

Y/n shoots a terrified but puzzled look at Natasha who only seemed calm and collected. Carol shoves Y/n towards Natasha who only catches her and protectively pushes her behind her back, putting herself between Y/n and Carol. 

"This is golden, you're sleeping with a stripper who you hired as a secretary. You really are sleeping your way to the top, huh Y/n?" Carol laughs dryly in disbelief. 

"Leave." Natasha sends her deathly glare. 

"The world will find out about this and the great Natasha Romanoff will burn to the fucking ground and that's not a threat, that's a fucking promise." 

"I'd like to see you try." Natasha challenges and she watches as Carol Danvers once again leaves her office defeated. 

Nobody says anything for a couple of minutes and Y/n takes a few steps back, creating an appropriate distance between her and her boss. She still couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Natasha knew about her, for how long did she know? She asks herself. 

Natasha turns to face her but Y/n kept her head down, too embarrassed more than anything. The redhead walks up to her and grabs her face with a grip not too strong but not too soft either. The Russian forces Y/n to face her who couldn't deny the arousal growing within her. 

"On your knees. Now."

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