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luciferdidwhat · 2 months
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Soft Dom Natasha Headcanons ✨
I’ve been having soft dom Natasha thoughts because I needed it so here we are 🥰
warnings: 18++ content, minors DNI. This is entirely self-indulgent (Natasha x Female reader)
- She was shy when she suggested that she’d like to be more in control in the bedroom, she feared that you would bolt and run the other way, but you surprised her by pressing closer to her and pulling her down into a kiss, suppressing a moan from your mouth as you try not to grind on her while she pulls your head back by your hair.
- She hates handcuffs (reminds her too much of the Red Room) but loves tying your hands together using a silk scarf in her color. She never ties them tightly, you can easily get out with just a few twists, but knowing that you won’t and don’t want to, that gives herself the most rush out of this.
- She finds it hilarious that one of your favorite things in the bedroom is when she sits on your face. You once told her that you’re jealous of the people who had their head between her thighs before you did, so that night she made sure to grind and play with you until your face was covered with her juices after you made her cum four times.
- She likes seeing you kneel for her, just because you look up at her with such adoration and lust when you do. She’ll sometimes tap her feet on the ground before her and you’d excitedly get down on your knees and lay your head on her lap while she plays with your hair and trace her fingers and hand across your face.
- She loves taking you from behind, loves grabbing a handful of your ass before she snaps her hips forward and hears the little gasp you let out. But her favorite is actually when she pulls on your hair, making you lean back into her body with your ear within her reach to whisper soft praises and to nibble on.
- She installed a full-size mirror in the bedroom just so she can turn your head and make you see how she fucks into you. She loves the way your breath stills when you see your reflection and the way she can make you even wetter just by pointing out reactions from your body.
- She sometimes makes you call her Miss, or Daddy in the bedroom, depending on her mood (if she’s feeling like a tease or for you to be more obedient, she’s Miss; if she’s feeling rough and wants you to be a brat, then she’s Daddy) - she doesn’t mind you calling her Natasha, loving the way you call out to her in lust and desperation instead of fear.
- The names she has for you, much like how she acts in the bedroom, are soft. She calls you baby, her good girl, or her princess.
- If you’ve been naughty, then she calls you brat, and on occasion if she’s feeling particularly rough, she’ll call you pet and other degrading names, loving how your body will immediately react to the humiliation.
- Her favorite punishment is to edge you multiple times before overstimulating you until you pass out.
- The first time she did it, she was pissed. You broke multiple of her rules and were testing her patience throughout the night, you were truly in a bratty behavior and was seeking attention as she has been away for a mission for the past two months. She tied your hands together with her tie, stuffed her underwear into your mouth after you spoke out of turn for the fifth time that night, and started the long game of edging. She edged you four times before she turned on the vibrator on your clit to the max and started fucking your pussy with two of her fingers, pistoning in and out as fast as she could. You came once, twice before you started crying and kicking at her to stop, but she just sent you a sadistic smirk before saying “You were being a little slut begging for my attention, so now you’re gonna be a good little bitch and take all that I give you.”. You came three more times before your body couldn’t handle it and passed out. She was amaze as you squirted for the first time that night, and she spent ten minutes cleaning up everything with a soft smile on her face, before waking you and peppered you with kisses and loving words to ensure that you wouldn’t drop (it was the first time a scene got so intense between the both of you).
- Ever since then, whenever you would start acting out, she’d remind you of the consequences, and you’d take things back and turn away from her smirk. She relishes in the control she has over you this way, and rewards you for being a good girl again by hitting all the right places before sitting on your face.
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miniusbs · 2 months
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Just a thought…
Avengers groups on vacation at one of Starks cabins. It’s late at night everyone has been drinking and they’re now all settled around the couches chatting, joking, and teasing each other. Reader is sitting in between Nat and Wanda. They are not a thing but Nat and Wanda (who are dating) are definitely interested in Reader. Anyways some how they get onto the topic of who out of the group is a bottom and who is a top. Reader is pretty fucking buzzed at this point.
Y/n : “YOU THINK I AM A BOTTOM???!? ME?!? I am the least bottom-ie bottom of all bottoms!.!. I AM the tippiest of all tops. —”
Everyone chuckling Wanda and Nat smirking
Y/n : “like please I am the teller of what is to be done. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can tell me THE TELLER what to do—”
Wanda : “oh yeah?”
Y/n : “uh huh (kinda slurred) no body (hiccup) can tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “Can you hand me my drink off the table sweetheart?”
Y/n : “huh? Oh yeah of course. Here you go. Now as I was saying —”
Wanda : “hand this to Nat for me.” (Gives them Nat’s phone)
Y/n : (passes the phone) “here you go Nat. Um where was I?” Looks at Nat for directions.
Nat: “you were saying how nobody can tell you what to do.”
Y/n : “Oh right, yeah you got to be crazy if you’d think I’d ever let somebody tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “go grab my bag off the table over there for me hun”
Y/n : “Okay, over here?” (get up and walks towards the table)
Wanda : “Yes, the black book bag with my red insignia on it”
Y/n : (whispers to themselves -“insign-who?” Searches and holds one up) “this one?”
Wanda : “Yes hun, that one. Now bring it over here.”
Y/n : (walks over and hands her the bag) “like I was saying - takes another drink - you will not find me underneath no one. Nobody can make me do anything or tell ME what to do. I call the shots around here.”
Everyone quietly dying laughing
Y/n : “I -hiccup- I wear the um strap in the relationship”
Nat : (leans forward) “Oh you do now?”
Y/n : “Y-Yes. Very much so. I stay strapped.”
Nat : “is that so?”
Y/n : “Yep”
Nat : (grabs the bag from Wanda and unzips it. She reaches down in and pulls out a red strap-on) “put it on then”
Everyone dying at this point while Nat looks so smug and readers eyes are bulging out of their head choking a bit on their drink.
Y/n : “well…well I mean..I…um”
Nat : “Come on Ms I stay strapped. Let’s see you put it on.”
Y/n : (grabs the strap then looks at Nat for direction)
Nat : “Go ahead..let’s see it”
Y/n : (has never put on a strap before goes to put it over her pants)
Wanda : “it’s upside down sweetheart”
Y/n : “right I knew that I was just checking it out.”
Y/n : (goes to step in it)
Nat : “you know that’s not where your leg goes right?”
Y/n : “oh yeah heh I was just getting my footing”
Y/n: (takes foot out then tries to put it in the right hole. Gets tripped up and starts to fall (drunk balance and all) and Nat catches them)
Nat : “here let me help” (Nat puts their legs in the right places and pulls it all the way till it’s snug. Wanda reaches over and pulls the straps tight to where it’s jostling y/n a bit)
Wanda: “there you go”
Y/n : ( their face is beet red with a little overly large red dildo hanging between their legs after being fussed over (slightly manhandled) to put in on by Nat and Wanda.
Nat : “as you were saying….”
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deviouz · 5 months
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we need more about mean dom!nat pls
i think everyone could use a little more mean dom!nat in their life <3
“come on, sweet girl, tell mommy what you need. use your words, yeah?”
a whine escaped your parted lips, hips seeming to move and gyrate towards natasha’s fingers against your own free will. it felt as if you couldn’t get enough air in your lungs with the way you kept sucking in shaky, uneven breaths through kiss-swollen lips. the skirt of your sundress was pushed up and pooled atop your thighs and the kitchen counters as her fingertips delicately but purposefully traced intricate patterns and shapes along your inner thighs and clothed core. the scarlet lace you wore didn’t do much to hide how badly you needed her, and the half-smile your knowing natasha wore told you all you needed.
“nat,” you keened, head tilting ever so slightly to the left as she kissed along the crook of your neck up to your jaw.
the breathy moans started to become more frequent as her fingers pushed past the lace and danced along your slit, occasionally pushing to press against your clit.
“fuck,” natasha bummed at that particular expletive, “mommy, please, i-i need you—” a desperate whine cut off your sentence as two fingers sunk into your sopping heat.
“that’s it, my pretty girl,” natasha smiled, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, “just let mommy take care of you.”
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natsarrownecklacx · 4 months
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Ms Ceo And Her Assistant
Wanda Maximoff x Reader Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Word Count- 1,475
Summary- Your Wanda’s girlfriend, her toy, but she’s too busy to play with you, so she asks her assistant for help.
Warnings- Smut, minors this fic is not for you, edging, dom / sub dynamics, mommy Wanda, mean Wanda, overstimulation, mentions of punishment, sharing, switch Nat
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There isn’t much in this life that Wanda Maximoff loves more than her job.
She gets to boss people around, call them on their half assed or lazy shit without fear of repercussions, make thousands of dollars each week and that’s not even a sliver of why she loves it so much.
In essence though, if she had to boil it all down to one particular thing, Wanda would say it’s the power that she loves most.
Owning and running one of the leading technology companies in the world comes with quite a bit of power, along with a reputation to enhance it.
She loves the confidence it brings her. The control she has over others, it’s exhilarating, it’s addictive. She’s not sure she’ll ever get enough of it.
That’s why, when she met you, she knew she would never leave you. Just a poor little baby in need of a mommy, a strong dominating hand to guide you through life in every way possible.
You offered her an outlet for all her pent up energy, a place for all her needs and desires to not only be fulfilled but deepened.
You loved the way she treated you. Loved when she would edge you for hours, under the guise of teaching you patience. Or bend you over her knee and spank your ass raw, her way of “teaching her baby how to behave properly.”
Or when she’d make you cum over and over again for hours, purely for her amusement.
You adored soft moments with her, when you’d curl up on the couch, her hand running through your hair mindlessly as you watched your favorite show.
Or then after care she gave you after each and every session, when she’d treat you so gently.
You took it all from her willingly, the good and the bad, knowing that you wouldn’t know what to do without her. That you love her. Need her. More than you could ever want or need for anything else.
Right now Wanda has you sitting next her in her office. Your legs are forced apart, tied to either side of the chair she lured you into with the false hope of a reward.
She’s had you spread open for her for hours, tears streaming down your face and your legs quivering pathetically as she edges you, rubbing her fingers tortuously over your bundle of nerves, pulling you right up to the edge each time before pulling away entirely and delighting in the desperate moans and whimpers that leave your mouth at being denied.
“Please.” You beg, after your eleventh time of being edged by the older woman.
Your slick has long overrun your folds, now spread over the inside of your thighs, down the chair and pooling below you, making wet noises as you try to squirm and grind into the plastic surface, desperate beyond belief for any sort of relief.
“Mommy it hurts.” You whine, feeling frustration build inside of you when she doesn’t so much as shift her gaze from her laptop screen to you. The entire time she’s been torturing you she’s been on a business call.
She has you sitting just out of sight of the camera, but close enough that her wandering arm doesn’t cause suspicion when she moves to touch you.
Her mic is muted, her role in this meeting being to mostly listen and observe, only having to drop an option here and there. You know better than to make any noise when she speaks, the spanking she gave you last time flashing in your memory every time she hits that unmute button.
“Quite, brat.” She snaps, turning her attention away from the screen for half a second. “Mommy is busy. I’ll deal with you later.”
And usually that would be enough. The promise of her undivided attention, good or bad, would be enough to placate you. But not this time. This time the need burning inside you is pushing you to beg for more, to demand more to sate the hunger inside you.
“Mommy, I need it.” You push, seeing the anger and slight surprise in her eyes at the fact that you didn’t quieten down when she’d told you to.
“Are you that desperate for it?” She scoffs, moving her eyes to the pool of arousal between your legs.
You nod feverishly, more pleas and promises to be good falling from your lips.
“Fine.” She answers and you swear you can feel yourself deflating in relief only for it to be replaced by confusion when Wanda calls for her assistant instead of signing off her call.
“You called for me miss?” The red headed woman asks, standing in the now open door of Wanda’s office.
You can see she’s trying not to look at you, so can Wanda, a smirk lining her face as she tells her assistant to enter the room and close the door behind her.
The redhead does so, keeping her eyes locked on Wanda as she crosses the room, intent on not getting herself into trouble by allowing her eyes to drift to you.
“Is there anything I can help you with Ms Maximoff?” She asks, and the sultry tone of her voice has you whimpering, so desperate that the slightest thing sets you off.
The sound takes the other woman by surprise, her eyes darkening as she instinctively snaps her gaze toward you. Only for her to realize her mistake when her green eyes meet your pleading ones and she looks away.
“There is actually, thank you, Natasha.” Wanda says, leaning back in her chair and nodding towards you. “As you can see my little pet here is quite needy. I am, however, very busy at the moment.”
Natasha nods along, thinking maybe she would ask her to untie you from the chair, allowing you to take care of yourself.
Or maybe to wheel you into the room conjoined with Wanda’s office, where she couldn’t hear you.
“I need you to take care of her.” Wanda says, so nonchalantly, Natasha thinks she must have misheard her.
“I’m sorry?” Natasha asks, doing her level best to seem professional, even in these circumstances.
Wanda narrows her eyes at the woman, only for them to round again when she hears you moan, having accidentally jerked your hips forward and rubbing your clit against the chair.
“My pet.” Wanda says, flicking her eyes toward you in recognition. “Is a desperate little slut.”
Natasha darts her eyes toward you, unable to stop herself from licking her lips as her eyes drop to the mess between your legs.
“I need you to fuck her.”
Natasha swallows and flicks her eyes toward you again. She can smell your arousal from where she’s standing.
You whimper when her eyes meet yours and you try fruitlessly to grind down on the soaked surface of the chair, unable to find the right spot to make it feel good.
Fuck. She wants nothing more than to touch you. Your thighs look so soft, so plush. She wants to feel them squeeze around her head while she eats you out like a woman starved.
She wants to make you moan so loudly, hear you cry out for her. Feel your body tremble as she makes you cum again and again until you’re pushing her away, begging her for a reprieve.
“Well?” Wanda say’s impatiently, her eyes back on her laptop and the meeting taking place on the screen.
“Ms Maximoff, I don’t think this is appropriate.” She says, in a last stitch effort to keep her professionalism intact.
“Do you like having a job here, Ms Romanoff?” Not bothering to look up from her screen, as though Natasha’s defense borde her.
“Yes I-“
“Do you want to keep your job here?” She taunts, keeps her voice scarily level.
“Yes, Ms Maximoff.” Natasha answers, looking away in embarrassment, feeling like a scolded child.
“Then get to work.” Wanda commands, flicking her wrist in your direction.
Natasha nods and makes her way over to you. Her eyes zeroed in on the mess between your legs. Fuck you look good.
“Don’t ask her what she wants.” Wanda orders, noticing how Natasha stands hesitantly in front of you for a few seconds too long. “Fuck her however you want, she’ll take it like the good little whore she is, won’t you baby.”
You swallow nervously and look toward Wanda. “Yes, mommy.”
“Good.” Wanda says, returning her eyes to her laptop. “Now be a good slut for Natasha, baby and do as she says.”
Natasha takes a moment to look you over, her eyes visibly darkening at all the possibilities running through her mind.
“Anything I want?” She asks over her shoulder, refusing to take her eyes off of you.
Wanda smirks as she replies, intrigue building inside her.
“Anything at all, Ms Romanoff.”
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A/n- My first WandaNat fic ( I think )
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sytoran · 7 months
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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑!
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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!
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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)
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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
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wandasgf · 7 months
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MOVIESTAR. mdni. 18+.
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pairings: natasha romanoff + camgirl!reader
summary: your girlfriend offers to help during one of your streams
warnings: dom!top!natasha, sub!bottom!reader, handcuffs, edging, fingering, mouth fucking
wc: 1.5k~
a/n: this very vaguely fits this req so, i hope you enjoy this anon !
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When you had told your girlfriend what you’d been getting up to in your free time and why you were suddenly spending more money online shopping than you ever had before, this is not exactly how you expected her to react. Not that you thought she’d react poorly, she would never, but you certainly hadn’t expected her to want to appear in one of your streams.
Natasha doesn’t know why you’re so surprised, really. She just needs to make sure all the pathetic men and women watching know that you’re taken. That you only pretend to be interested in them because they throw money at you, nothing more than that, because you belong to her. And you would never belong to anyone else.
Well, that and you expressed that you weren’t entirely comfortable in front of the camera just yet, still shy and nervous about what to do and say, but your viewers didn’t seem to mind too much. And, well, if that was the case, who was Natasha to deprive everyone of seeing just how cute you are when you really get shy? It seemed a shame, really, to deprive them of that when you'd recently been talking about how much you wanted a new couch. Natasha was sure she'd get them to pay for it for you.
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"C’mon, pretty girl... Show ‘em how you touch yourself for me,” Natasha murmurs into your ear, dipping her head down to nip at your earlobe. Her rough hands slide up and down your sides in what is supposed to be a comforting manner, but really just makes you squirm in her hold. “I thought you said you’ve done this before, princess? Don't be shy…” You huff at her words and roll your eyes, she’s acting like she doesn’t have your hands cuffed behind your back, like you’re disobeying her words on purpose.
Her hands move down to your thighs, blunt nails raking against your skin before gripping them and pulling them apart, showing off the damp spot on your lace panties. “Just look at how wet you are already—” she’s interrupted by the, in her opinion, incessant dinging sound of the donations finally starting to pour in and she takes a glance at the comments that accompany some of them.
[user2340293] donated $5: quit playing around and just fuck her already
[scarletmommy] donated $200: oh, a guest? how cute
[user04930291] donated $15: you’re so fucking hot
“Everyone's gettin’ so impatient, baby. C’mon, be a good girl.” Natasha smirks, a teasing laugh escaping her lips. She leans down to kiss at your neck, and then takes the opportunity to scrape her teeth against the soft skin there, threatening to bite down and leave her mark. “Tasha.. cut it out.” Her words and actions make your cheeks feel like they’re on fire.
You don’t usually get so worked up when she teases you like this, but knowing that you’re streaming right now makes you more embarrassed than usual. “What? You need me to do everything for you now?” She squeezes your thigh before moving her hand up closer towards your core, ghosting her fingers along your skin, up your thigh, across the waistband of your paintes. You jolt when you feel it snap against your skin, the stinging feeling pulling a whine from your throat, “Natasha, please.”
“Hm? What was that?” She's just being mean now, wants to hear you get all desperate for her. “Please what? I can’t do anything if you don’t tell me what you want, princess.” Natasha smirks, not that you can see it from where you’re sitting between her legs, but you can practically hear it in her voice. “Please, touch me.”
She had been teasing you practically all day, groping you whenever she could, whispering things into your ear, you couldn’t take it anymore. You know she probably planned this all along, getting you all desperate and then all of a sudden suggesting she appear on a stream with you. “See, was that so hard? All you had to do was ask.”
Natasha’s hand slides down the front of your clothed cunt, the heel of her palm grinding against your clit and pulling a whimper from your throat. Her fingertips ghost along the edge of your panties, teasing, for what feels like forever until she finally uses her other hand to pull your panties to the side. She hooks her arm under your leg to keep them apart just in case you decide to try and get shy again. She's reminded of the stream once more, when that awful dinging sound of the donations picks up again when your glistening cunt is exposed to the camera.
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Two of her fingers dip inside your drooling hole, but they’re gone just as fast as they came because she’s leaning forward to really show the camera how wet you are, pushing you forward with her. Your breasts are now on full display as well, threatening to spill out of the flimsy lace bra you’re wearing. She moves her fingers around in the light and spreads them apart to show off the string of slick dripping from them. “Look how excited our little moviestar is,” she grins, spreading your slick around her fingers before bringing them up to your mouth, “open up, princess.”
Her fingers push past your lips before you can even react to her words and you wrap your lips around them, tongue tracing the length of her fingers and then pushing between them, cleaning your slick off of them. Natasha pushes her fingers further into your mouth and you choke a little, gagging around them as tears begin to prick at your eyes. You look a little pitiful and Natasha’s not even being as rough with you as she usually is.
She's showing you off to the camera like some sort of whore now, really getting into it, looking at the screen showing the live feed. “See, isn’t this better? You just needed me to come here and show you how to properly stream, isn't that right, baby?” She uses her free hand to tug your bra down, “need to let them see all of you,” she says casually, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
You're drooling around her fingers as she starts to play with your tongue, drool dripping down onto the bed sheets. “Just look at you, making such a mess already.” She hums as she starts to thrust her fingers into your mouth, and then you’re choking on her fingers again as she shoves them down your throat, tears starting to spill from your eyes. “Crying already? We're just getting started, princess,” she laughs, “you didn’t think I’d go easy just because we’re on camera, did you?”
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She leans back and lets you settle against her as she continues pushing her fingers to the back of your throat. She holds them there for a second before pulling them out completely and letting out a little chuckle at the way you gasp for air.
She hooks her hand under your leg again to keep them open before moving her other hand back to your cunt. “Maybe I'll go a little easy. I have to keep some things just for me.” She murmurs, kissing the top of your head tenderly. Her fingers teasingly circle your clit as she speaks and you shiver slightly at the feeling of her spit-covered fingers against your slick cunt.
“Tasha, please, inside.” You plead, pulling against the cuffs around your wrists. If you could grab her wrist and force her hand down lower you would, stupid cuffs. “Well since you asked so nicely, sweetheart.” She grants you a little mercy by moving her hand lower and immediately sinking two fingers into your heat. The heel of her palm grinds against your clit as she thrusts her fingers in and out.
Little moans and whimpers slip past your lips as Natasha fingers you, curling her fingers every few thrusts just to hear the sounds she can pull out of you. The pads of her fingers drag against a particularly sensitive spot at the same time as her palm presses against your clit and your thighs try to snap shut instinctively. “Keep them open. Be a good girl.” Her other hand grips your thigh tightly and forces it open, her blunt nails digging into your flesh.
She can hear the annoying dinging of the donations and she tries her best to block it out. What a horrible noise. She finds the perfect way to drown it out when she picks up her pace and your moans get louder. You can feel yourself getting closer and your fists clench behind your back, “Tasha, f–fuck, please.”
“Are you close, baby? Are you gonna cum for me?” When you nod in response, Natasha does the unthinkable and takes her fingers away. You whine pathetically and she laughs, squeezing your thigh. “I didn't say you were allowed to cum. I told you, I have to keep some things just for me, baby.”
Natasha’s starting to think maybe this camming thing isn’t so bad after all.
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—𝐰𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐞—
pairing. ex! Natasha Romanoff x fem! reader
summary. in a day you simply wanted peace, two unexpected visitors showed up. for one of them, you were glad.
warnings. smut! I am NOT responsible for your content consumption! — making out, thigh riding, strap on usage, cursing, angst (w happy ending), soft dom Nat.
notes. my first language is portuguese, so I apologize for any grammar errors. feel free to give me advice, though!
divider credits: @cafekitsune ★
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Natasha Romanoff was known as a cold, ruthless woman, who never cared for anyone besides herself. Most of the people didn't know this was due her past — the Red Room was always in complete secrecy, so they feared her. She was already used to it. Whenever she started something with someone, in the next day, she had an empty bed as a gift. To be completely honest, she always felt used. Men and women touched her, to leave her in the morning.
That changed when she met you.
You could say you'd changed her completely, for the best, of course. She became more open with you, learned to express herself better and was not known as the most selfish Avenger in the team anymore.
But just like people say, not everything is a bed of roses.
Instead of using that achievement to improve your relationship, she began to care a little too much about her team of superheroes. At some point, she was no longer paying attention to you.
Reports this, reports that. Missions and more missions. "I have to go somewhere with Cap." "I have to train with Tony to a mission." "I can't, I'll have to go with Clint."
When you confronted her about this, begging for her to understand and willing to help her change, she decided that it was a better option to part ways. You were devasted, and she saw it. That made her heart ache — someone actually lov— liked her enough to want to stay.
This was the one and only reason Natasha didn't forget about you. The only reason she thought about you everyday. The only reason she teared up whenever entering her car and seeing the polaroid with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on her rearview mirror, that she didn't dare to take down.
Today, you were leaving work, heavy tired steps echoing on the pavement's wooden floor as the moonlight illuminated the room. The building was already empty, the streets, darker than your thoughts.
As you started walking to the nearest bus stop, you heard quick footsteps behind you — it was already late and usually there was no people on the streets like this. You turned your head, "you gotta be kidding me".
"Hey, Y/n!" Peter exclaimed, running to catch up with you. "I didn't know you were going to be here at 11:30pm."
You rolled your eyes and took a sharp inhale, but like always, tried to be polite. This so called coworker of yours was always looking at you, following you everywhere, and asking you things, not always work-related. You always made it clear that you weren't interested in men, and he insisted on saying he could 'change your mind'.
"Hey, Peter." you replied, faking a smile and nodding. "You need me to review your documents again?"
"Oh, no. I was just wondering if you wanna go on a date with me. Did you see the restaurant that just opened over there? I could treat you to—"
"No, I don't." you cut him off, more harshly than you intended to. "Look, Peter, I'm sorry. But I don't want anything to do with you, alright? So if you want, go ahead and find somebody else."
You shook your head, not even waiting for his reply and picking up the pace again, quickly rushing to the bus stop. That's when the guy showed you a side that you just suspected, but preferred to believe he didn't have
"C'mon, Y/n." he grabbed your arm, nails digging into your skin. "You won't broke my heart, will you? You're such a gentle, beautiful, kind woman. You will give me a chance."
You cleared your throat, feeling him get closer, and thinking about a certain Red Head — how she would gently, delicately graze your skin with her fingers, so softly whispering into your ear and bringing you to her embrace—
"Back off."
"Oh, no." he laughed. Such a creep. "I won't back off. And if you don't cooperate, I'll make you give me a chance."
Your hands trembled now, silently praying to whoever was seeing this just call the cops or do something. You didn't know the guy anyway. He didn't talk to anyone at work beside you, and you never got to know him, you would never. That's when it would be a good use to have a spy girlfriend. Just the last thing you expected to happen was to hear the sound of a gun cocking behind you, and a very familiar female voice.
"She said back off."
Relief unconsciously washed upon you as your arm was released, only because of the gun, though. You knew that if if wasn't for her, who knows what could've happened there. Peter left, annoyed, but the Russian swore to herself that she'd make his life a living hell.
"... Natasha?" you whisper, turning around with a confused and even scared frown.
"Yes," she worriedly rubbed your arm, shooting you, slowly making the feeling of the disgusting hand fade away. "Are you okay?"
"I am..." you nodded subtly, leaning into her touch. "What are you doing here?"
"Well, I saw a woman being harassed. What was I supposed to do? Mind my business?" she said, obviously avoiding your question.
"You know this is not what I mean." you frowned, carefully letting go of her caress and wrapping your arms around yourself.
Natasha sighed, trying to think of a way to explain herself. 'Oh, I'm here because I miss you so much I can't even sleep anymore.'? No, it wouldn't do.
"I... followed you."
"Oh, great, so I'm being stalked twice today." you hissed, making Natasha look down with your harshness.
"No, Y/n.. I'm here for.. personal reasons. I saw you leaving work, and I noticed that guy following you. I decided to follow too, until he grabbed you and I knew I had to intervine." she explained quietly.
The fact she had said 'personal reasons' deeply hurt you, but you couldn't do anything, you had broken up after all. You nodded, and prepared yourself to walk tp the bus stop again.
"Wait," Natasha quickly stopped you, her eyebrows furrowed. "I won't let you go home like this."
This was something about the old Natasha you knew, the protective one. It was okay, you were tired, and a ride would be no harm. "Where's your getaway car?"
She smiled softly at your joke, and tilted her head. "Around the corner."
You two walked silently towards the vehicle, as she unlocked the doors with the keys and you entered the passenger seat. You threw your bag on the backseat before you could focus on the environment around you, and see the polaroid of you and Nat with the heart pendant you gave her hanging on the rearview mirror.
Natasha noticed your gaze as soon as she entered the driver seat, clearing her throat and starting the car's engine. "Couldn't bring myself to take those down."
You stayed silent, but your eyes could tell everything. I'm glad. Oh, I'm so glad.
Natasha remembered your address as if you hadn't broken up nine months ago, and when you reached your place, you too much disappointed for your own good.
"Thank you for the lift," you whispered, turning your body to be able to grab your bag from the backseat — in the exact same moment Natasha turned to unbuckle her seatbelt — your fronts touching, which made you two a little startled.
The problem was that you didn't pull away, neither of you. You slowly turned your head to meet Natasha's gaze, your face so close to hers you could feel her breath. Familiar. It was pure instinct, almost muscle memory, of the times she always kissed you goodbye when dropping you somewhere.
You didn't even notice your hand going up to hold the back of her neck, much less when she placed her hand on your thigh, and leaned in so your noses brushed. Natasha closed her eyes for a brief moment, almost savouring your closeness, your aura enveloping her once more. Then your lips barely, barely grazed, breath hitching, as she couldn't take it anymore.
The redhead pressed her lips against yours, giving them a long peck. It was surprising how much time you lasted without air. You didn't break the kiss, just darted the tip of your tongue out to lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She gave in, trying to pull you closer but being stopped by the goddamn control panel. As soon as you felt her tongue touching yours you realized that this was going too far. You pulled back harshly, leaving you two panting for air and a disappointed Nat.
"Do you..." you shakily breathed. "... wanna come in?"
"Mhm." Natasha hummed, turning off the engine. "Can I?"
You didn't answer, just opened the door and slipped out the car. As you entered, you could practically feel Natasha's eyes burning the place. How you didn't take down any picture of yours. How her stuff was spreading across the pavement. It gave her a sense of... hope? Of course, since she was in the same situation.
"So.. are you seeing anyone?" you asked her while kicking off your heels and leaving them by the door.
"I think you know the answer for that." the redhead practically hissed, making your head snap towards her.
"But I want you to say it." you retreated. "I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn't forget me. I want you to look at me in the eyes and tell me the reason of why you came to my town again and followed me when I left work. I want you to tell me the reason of why you kissed me just like we always did before."
"I didn't! I didn't forget you, Y/n!" Natasha snapped, looking away and tucking the loosen strands of hair of her braids behind her ears. "I didn't forget you and I never did. Alright? Happy now?"
"Is that so?" you laughed humorlessly, crossing your arms. "I thought you cared more about your superheroes buddies. Where are they now!?"
"I left them." Natasha replied, looking at you again with a mixture of anger and pain. "I left them and came back, to you, Y/n."
You froze at her words, swallowing your saliva. "... okay?"
"I came back here, because I wanted to at least a chance to explain myself. I wouldn't be able to live knowing that I hurt you, and that you think that I did it on purpose. So please, just give me a chance."
"...go on."
Natasha sighed in relief, exhaling the air she was holding. "I'm sure you know my story. You were the first one to know everything about it, about me. And I'm also sure you know you're the first one to ever love me. No one else ever loved me like you did."
You leaned against the kitchen counter, listening carefully to her words, ready to give her time and patience, like you usually did.
"... I didn't know what I was doing, Y/n. Every other relationship I had, ended in less than a week. Love is a weapon and it's letal for me, for people like me. I was, I am startled by all of this, by this fuzzy warm feeling that you always gave me, that you still do, in my thoughts.. the Avengers were my first family, and when I panicked, I tried to hang on to them. In order not to hurt you, and myself." she didn't even realize the tear rolling down her cheek, and shook her head. "That's it. I'm sorry for everything, but Y/n, you will always have a piece— you'll always have my whole heart in your hands. I'll get off your hair n—"
You couldn't. Not anymore. You rushed towards her and grabbed her face, cutting her off with a deep kiss. She was taking aback, but her hands traveled to your waist, pulling you flush against her, your fronts pressing. Nothing changed. Natasha pushed you backwards against your room's door, her tongue entering your mouth and dancing with yours. You could feel yourself getting lost in her, damn it, once more. It was like she had this spell on you — you were trapped, and didn't complain.
"Y/n," the russian uttered, hands slipping inside your shirt and giving your waist a squeeze. "I've got to have you again, at least for one last time. Please, just this once—"
Tired of her rambling, you smirked and grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her into a kiss again and dragging her into the room, slamming the door shut. Natasha took this as a 'yes', and her hands, under you shirt, went to unclasp your bra, making it fall to the ground and a groan of relief escape your throat. Before she could remove the rest of the fabric of your body, you stopped her, pushing her down to the bed.
"I always wanted to do that," you started to slowly, so slow that it almost tortured her take off your clothes, stripteasing for her.
"Shit, Y/n." she quickly started to get rid off her jacket, snd everything else she was wearing. You were careful not to trip on the pile of clothes on the floor, and walked over to her again, straddling her leg on the edge of the bed.
Natasha's hand grabbed your hips roughly, keeping you in place and it didn't take two seconds before you started to grind on her. "Nat," you breathed, arms going to circle her neck.
"Who else touched you like this while I was away?" she growled in your ear, pressing your body against hers. "Answer me,"
"No one," you whined, giving her a subtle shake of your head. "No one, Natty. J-just myself,"
"My poor girl," Nat began to roam her hands up your sides, her lips pressing kisses on your jawline, "I'm so sorry I wasn't there to help,"
"You're here now..!" you gasped, your movements faster, as she began to move her thigh to stimulate you more.
"And I don't plan on going away," Natasha murmured, tilting your head to look at her in the eyes. Even in your high, you could make sense of her words, and the weight they beared.
"Nat!" you moaned, closing your eyes shut. "I need... please.. I—I need you, inside me."
Natasha almost lost her mind with that, grabbing your hips and pinning you down to the bed. She reached her arm out for the drawer that she hoped your strap still was, and luckily, she was right. "I'm gonna fuck you like never before, Y/n." she attached the silicone cock to her hips with urgency, holding your hips in place as she ran the tip of it across your folds, making you whine in need.
"Don't tease me," you gently gripped her arms on your hips and looked at her with dreamy eyes. She couldn't resist — but your walls were so tight she had to put a little effort to enter you.
"Holy fuck, baby." she moved her hand to brush your hair behind your ear, giving you a little time to get used to the length. "So fucking tight for me,"
"I—" you breathed, interrupted when Nat started to slowly move in and out you, her red hair falling into your face. You moaned, putting her hair up in a makeshift ponytail and with your free hand, holding her neck. "God, I missed you,"
Natasha pounded faster in you with those words, your moans only getting louder by the second. She grabbed one of your legs and placed it over her shoulder, allowing her to hit your g-spot repeatedly. You thumb went to your mouth, wetting it and starting to rub her clit — she couldn't say she expected that, her soft moans saying everything.
"Cum with me," you breathlessly requested, eyes fluttering close. Natasha didn't have to be asked twice. Her hips slammed into yours, the wet sounds of her thrusting echoing the room. "Natty!"
You back arched, head thrown backwards as your orgasm hit you. Natasha's legs shook, her weight falling onto you and your arms immediately wrapping around her, keeping her close.
"Don't make me go away,"
"I could never."
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sapphickorro · 8 months
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Office Affair´ˎ˗
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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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Bestie for kinktober!
You could write about a Halloween party where everyone is dressed up and Reader starts dancing with Nat then Nat starts to feel something poking her ass. Reader apologizes and runs away. Nat tries looking for R but can't find them anywhere, she's looking into the upstairs rooms to see if they're up there. Nat almost giving up finds R in one of the rooms jerking off but doesn't hear her coming in due to the loud music, Nat reaches out and touch R's shoulder, scaring them (lol boo) R turns around dick in hand and Nat can't help but stare. Smutty goodness ensues.
Hold My Drink
Pairing:  Natasha Romanoff x GN! Reader
Summary:  Tony’s Halloween party ends a different way that you expected.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Natasha, Sub! Reader, Reader has a Penis, Masturbation, Oral (Reader Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Mommy Kink, Mentions of Drinking, Language Warning | 1.9K
Translations: Detka (baby)
AC: Thank you for requesting this, I hope you enjoy it! x
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Carol's hand tapped your shoulder, snapping you out of the trance you were in. She handed you your drink and leant up against the bar as she took a mouthful of her beer. Her voice faded into the music while your eyes were glued on the red head in the black mini silk dress, fake blood covering her body as if she had been in a battle, although she had just gotten back from a mission you knew her costume was made at the last minute. A few times she caught you watching her, she smirked softly to herself and went along with teasing you. 
Everybody knew you and Natasha had a thing for each other but neither of you had acted on it. She was in the middle of the dance floor with Maria and Wanda, but your eyes couldn't not follow the way Natasha's body moved with the music, her dress hugged her figure perfectly, and it was no lie that you had a thing for Natasha's thighs. Her heels only added a compliment to her figure, bringing out the outline of her arse more, it was hard not to wish the room was empty. 
Sipping your drink, your eyes followed Natasha's every movement, almost not noticing her walking over to you. Your eyes quickly adjusted to her eyes, she gives you a flirtatious smirk, "are you going to join me or just stare?" she asks she a slight tilt of her head, running her tongue over her lips ever so slightly. 
"Oh, I don't dance, not unless I've got a few more of these in my system" you replied, lifting your drink to eyes view. Nat playfully rolled her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever" she replied with her hand around your free wrist, dragging you towards the dance floor. Quickly you took a large mouthful of your drink before handing it to Carol to avoid spilling it. Once the two of you were in the middle of the room, surrounded by people you'd never really met before, just a bunch of people that tony knew and what not. 
Natasha placed your hands on her hips before she began to move her body in perfect timing to the rhythm of the music just like she did before. The smell of her blossom and honey perfume stained the inside of your nose, covering the smell of lingering alcohol from those around you. The way her body moved in your hands was almost like your hands fit perfectly on her hips, she turned with her back to you, brushing her arse up against you. A soft gasp left your lips at her actions, knowing if she kept this up, you wouldn't be able to control what would happen next. 
Just like that, the bulge in your pants started to grow bigger as Natasha grinded up against you, her hands messing through her hair until she looked at you over her shoulder, "I think nightstick is poking me" she said. Your eyes widened; you had dressed up as a zombie police officer, but you knew it wasn't the plastic weapon that was poking her perfectly shaped behind. In a panic, your hands left her hips, "I…I'll be back, I need a drink" you excuse yourself before rushing off the dance floor behind Nat could say another word, your hands covering the growing bulge in your pants. 
Natasha waited for you to return to the dance floor but when her eyes glazed over at the bar, you were nowhere to be seen. Thinking she had done something to upset you, she left the party to look for you. She searched the compound, checking your room first than the spare bathrooms but still no sight of you until she walked past one of the spare rooms and heard a groan coming from behind the door. She knocked before entering, thinking you had said come in. 
Her hand landed on your shoulder, "Hey, is everything okay?" she asked, startling you as you turned around looking at her as if you'd seen a ghost. Your hardened cock in your hand, leaking with precum. 
"O…oh, sorry, I didn't mean to startle you" Natasha apologized, her eyes dropping almost instantly to your hands. "I guess your nightstick was poking me" she added with a smirk as her eyes traveled up your body. 
"I'm sorry, I didn't, I mean, I just happened and I…fuck, I'm sorry" you replied in a panic. A gasp kept you from taking a breath when you felt one of Natasha's hands wrap around your length, "let me help you" she leant forward and whispered closely to your ear. Your eyes slightly rolled back as she began to stroke you, your head falling back slightly. Nat took the opportunity to place her lips on your neck, kissing from your neck to your jaw and coming to an end at your lips, kissing you softly. 
She got her knees, her eyes hungry to start. "Nat, y-you don't have to do this" you said with a slight stutter, nervous that she now knew one of your secrets, only those you'd dated, your best friend and parents knew about your secret. "I can't believe you kept this a secret" her eyes looked up at you as she brought her lips closer to your tip, without saying another word you watched as her mouth wrapped around your cock while she began to take you down her throat inch by inch. 
"Fuck" you sighed in relief, sure you've been given head before but it's been a while and the way the back of Natasha's throat felt against your cock was bliss in itself. Her hands worked on stroking you while she sucked and gagged on your dick, your hands rested on the back of her head pushing every so slightly to help her take more of you as you grew to your full erection in her mouth. 
As she pulled back, strings of her saliva mixed with your precum stretched from lips and your tip, her hands quickly gathered it and used it to continue stroking you, squeezing here and there. 
"Hop on the bed detka" Natasha rose to her feet, her hands still wrapped around your cock. You nodded then stepped out of your pants that were gathered at your feet, buttoning your shirt and throwing it to the floor before laying on the bed. Your cock stood hard and tall as you watched Natasha remove her panties, bunch up her dress and straddle you, hovering over your cock. 
"Woah, wait" you paused just before Natasha lined herself up with your tip, "condoms, there's one in my back pocket" you added. Nat chuckled, "detka, I can't get pregnant but if you would rather a condom, that's fine" she replied as she looked into your eyes, almost as if she could tell that one of your biggest turn ons is watching your cum leak from your partners pussy but you'd never done that before, you shook your head. "Only if you're okay without one" you replied.
Natasha just smiled softly as on hand wrapped around the base of your cock and her other kept her dress at her waist, she slid the head of your cock between her folds. "Oh detka, you're a little bigger than I thought" she moaned as your tip rubbed against her clit, "are you ready?" she asked before you could even work up a reply. You nodded, bringing your hands to her hips once more.
Slowly, Nat worked the head of your cock in and out of her soaked pussy, letting herself take it slow knowing just how much your thickness would stretch her out. You could tell she was tight, and you began to worry you wouldn't last long once inside of her. 
One of Natasha's hands landed on your chest for support, and she began to lower herself on your cock, her eyes closed gracefully as she moaned, "fuck detka, you're so fucking big!" she spoke moving her body up and down while she worked herself up to talking your full 8 inches, you were more of the grith side and filled her perfect as if her pussy was made just your cock. Her walls tightened around your cock, but you wouldn't drag your eyes away from watching her cock disappear inside the red head you'd been crushing on for so long. 
"Fuck! You're squeezing me so tight! I won't last" you spoke, throwing your head back. Nat chuckled at you once more, "go ahead detka, I hate to break it to you but Mommy is going to make you cum so fucking much tonight" she replied seductively as she lent down to kiss your neck once more while began to ride you. 
"Oh my god!" you moaned, your hands moved from her hips to her arse, grabbing a handful of each cheek as you helped guide her up and down your cock. "Somebody is a little handsy, did mommy say you touch her arse detka?" Nat left back, both hands on your chest for support while she bounced up and down on your cock. "Sorry mommy" you moaned once more, "but your body, you, fuck!" you went one, pausing when Natasha purposely clenched around you. 
"What was that detka? Tell mommy" she teased. 
"You're fucking perfect!" you admitted, your eyes closed as you let your entire body feel the pleasure you were being given, "waited so long for this" you added without hesitation. 
"Mmm, is that so?" Natasha questioned between moans, you nodded. The room was full of the sound of Natasha's arse slapping against your thighs, your balls slapping against her cheeks. "Then be a good fucking toy and fill mommy up!" The red head instructed knowing just how close you were, a few more thrusts up into her pussy and you came, painting her walls with your load while you moaned her new title, "fuck mommy!" 
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Nat had you fucking her in serval different positions, your favorite being reversed cowgirl, and she knew it! She bounced and rolled her hips on your cock, your cum sticky from the first two loads she pulled from you. "Hold it detka, mommy's going to cum with you this time!" Natasha spoke, looking at you over her shoulder to see your fucked out state struggling to keep to her words. 
She removed herself to change positions, now back in the first original position. She cupped your face, lent down and whispered, "your mommy's toy now" into your ear before trapping your earlobe between her teeth, you moaned once more, "mommy please!" you begged. 
Your cock twitched, Natasha moaned loudly, "cum detka!" she said between moans, finally letting you release one last load into her for the night. Your cum filled her once more as she came, her nails digging into your chest as her orgasm took over her body. You wrapped your arms around her and pulled her close, "I've got you" you said out of breath. 
Once Nat came down from her high, she removed herself from you and lay besides you, silence filling the room for a moment while the two of you just processed what had happened. 
"For the record, I would've liked to ask you on a date before this" you looked to Nat, hoping she'd see that you didn't want this to be a one night stand. "I know" she smiled softly, "and when you do ask, I'll say yes" she added before placing a kiss on your cheek and sitting up, "come on, lets get you cleaned up, I don't think anybody is really missing us at the party so maybe, if you're not too tired, we could go out for some burgers?" Natasha suggested, adjusting her dress. 
You smiled as you sat up, "I'm starving after that!" you replied.
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Uniform With Carol Danvers
Kinktober Day Nine!
CAROL DANVERS X FEM!READER
Word Count: 3.5K
18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
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WARNINGS: Swearing, alcohol use, strap-on use, Carol being aggressive, clumsy reader, dom!Carol, sub!reader, sex in uniform, temperature play, hair pulling, post!endgame
SYNOPSIS: Since the day Carol saw you in the hall, she was infatuated with you. And after one night of heavy drinking, you let slip how bad you want her to fuck you. Carol waits for the right time before she finally makes her move.
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Everyone at the Avengers Compound knew you were obsessed with Carol Danvers. You thought you were being subtle, but that was clearly not the case. The number of times that Natasha Romanoff, or even Steve Rogers had teased you about it was more than you could count or wish to remember off the top of your head.
But could anybody blame you? You thought she was hot when you first saw her almost 5 years ago. The first time you met her, only a month after the Thanos situation, you were walking back to your office with an entire stack of binders in your arms when you saw her in the lab with Bruce Banner… You knew who she was. Captain Marvel: her uniform was very recognizable. And the whole glowing hands were also a giveaway.
Carol had looked up from the computer for a brief second and saw you walking across the hall… The slight smile lines on her face when she grinned at you was something that had your heart skipping like a stone on a pond. So entrapped with the sweetest smile you had ever seen, you couldn’t even stop yourself before the back of your left foot was kicked by the front of your right one, and you went face first into the ground, binders sliding across the floor and halfway down the hall.
You hadn’t seen it, too embarrassed and scrambling to pick up your fallen paperwork, but Carol had flinched when you fell. “Banner, who was that?”
“Who was who?” He was too focused on the computer to look up.
Carol leaned a little to the side, seeing you on the other side of the glass as you crawled on your hands and knees away from her view. It was the best way for her to see how your jeans made your rear look fantastic. “Girl carrying binders? Uh… Real cute, real clumsy? Just fell and ate shit?”
Bruce snorted and told Carol your name. “She’s upgrading our security systems.”
“Computer whiz, huh? Anything like you?”
“Taught her a lot, Tony taught her more, but she knew a ton before she came here. She’s smart; annoyingly smart sometimes.”
Carol was so drawn to you that she was walking away from the computer and looked out of the glass, seeing you walk away… There was a slight sway to your hips, and she thought for a second if they felt as soft as they looked, and how you would look with her fingers bruising your squish.
“Not smart enough to not fall on nothing though?”
Bruce rolled his eyes. “She probably saw you and tripped. She does the same thing with Nat too. Seems pretty women are her weakness.”
Carol felt a soft pink tint on her cheeks and bit the inside of her mouth to try and keep herself from saying anything else. You looked like a frightened little kitten, and she didn’t want to be the massive dog that scared you away.
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That was over five years ago. And since then, you have shared amazing moments with Carol. Have you two become friends? Yes. But had it gone further than that? Probably not. Truth be told, Carol scared the shit out of you. She was the first avenger, no matter what Steve says. Carol was the reason SHIELD is what it is now. She is the reason that they are even called the Avengers. She was tall, she was strong, and she was aggressive with everybody… except for you.
Even now, as you were standing at the bar counter, surrounded by people after the Snap had been reversed and the entire world was set right again. It had been a few months since then, and Carol was earthbound for a little while after traveling the entire universe to help others.
You heard that she got a haircut… but when you finally saw it?
Carol saw how you were gripping the bar counter as you sat down and tried not to faint. She sat near you, making pleasant conversation with you. It seemed like she was worried about you and how you were acting. Maybe you were a few shots deep of having a full sober talk with Captain Marvel… And it did not help that she was actually wearing the suit. Your cunt was full-on pulsing between your legs.
“You okay there, babe?” Carol leaned back on the counter, both elbows against the surface as she smiled in your direction. You looked down at the shot on the counter and immediately shook your head, grabbing the glass and looking at Carol before tipping your head back. “You think you’ve had enough?”
“With how fuckable you look?” The alcohol was working now… Working way too well. Carol gripped the counter, hands flexing in the leather of her gloves. “I need the whole damn bottle.”
Before you could order another shot, Carol grabbed your wrist and told the bartender to close your tab. “That’s enough, you’re drunk—”
“No, you’re drunk…” You slurred, falling forward against her chest and pressing your face into her sternum. Carol blushed, gently placing a hand on the back of your hair as you breathed slowly and sighed at her. “You’re so warm…”
She’s heard it before… But the way you moaned it against her chest made her stomach flip. She paid for your drinks, and before you could refuse, Carol was leading you through the compound and attempting to find your room.
FRIDAY guided you two to your bedroom and she knew better than to turn the lights on. Carol can’t get drunk anymore because of the Kree energy coursing through her body, but she vaguely remembers how it felt before she became immortal. You were going to be feeling horrible tomorrow morning.
Carol gently laid you down on your bed and watched you whine pitifully as she pulled off your shoes and kicked them away from your bed. “Why did you drink so much?”
You hid your face in your hands. “You make me nervous… C-Can’t even hold a con…conversation with you when sober,” Carol looked up from your feet and frowned. “Figured if I was hammered, I could talk to you.”
“Why’re you scared of me?”
“Danvers, I want to fuck you, are you kidding me?” You sat up on your elbows and let out the most exasperated sigh of your life. Your face twisted into slight pain from sitting up so fast, but you needed to do whatever you could to get out of the dress you were wearing.
Carol was less surprised by your answer than you expected. And in seconds, you were gaping at her and biting on your lip. “Was it obvious?”
“A little bit,” Carol smirked, gently rubbing her fingertips against your ankles and making you shiver. She watched you reach for a pillow and practically smother yourself to try and hide how bad you were blushing. She crawled up to sit next to you and placed both hands on your pillow, attempting to pull it away. “Come on, babe… look at me?”
“No, go away,” You said, muffled by your pillow as you turned onto your front and slammed your whole face into the mattress. “Feel like m’gonna throw up…”
Carol was speaking, but it sounded like you were underwater… All words became slightly distorted, and you felt your stomach growling with how uncomfortable this entire situation was making you feel. Your heart was pounding, and you knew it was coming. Carol couldn’t even react before you jumped out of your bed and ran to the bathroom.
The rest of the night was a complete blur after that…
When you woke up the next morning, your head was splitting and you wanted to die a little bit… But you saw on your nightstand something that made you blush.
“Drink all of this, babe. It will make you feel better. -C ” It was a glass of an almost glowing pink liquid and you cautiously took a sip. It was incredibly sweet and made you flinch for a second but chugged the entire thing in one go. And within mere seconds, your hangover was gone.
“You’re amazing, Carol…”
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The days that followed were strange, but not unpleasant. You hardly remember the night of the party, let alone your confession to Carol. And since then, you have been seeing her a lot more. She was always near you. It was like she couldn’t leave you alone for more than a few hours.
Carol would find you at your office and sit in there with you while you worked. She would walk you back to your room, she would accompany you on visits to stores, she was always wanting to be near you. You couldn’t help but find it strange that this 54-year-old superhero was following you around like a lost puppy… But you’d be damned if you complained.
After a very long day in your office, you had shut off all your computers and lights and Carol was quick to follow behind you in a sort of jog. You smiled warmly at her presence, but shivering at the cold air from the vents on the ceiling.
“Cold, babe?” Carol frowned at you as you simply nodded. Before you could say you were fine, you felt a massive amount of heat next to you, not to mention a huge glow from the blonde. You looked over and saw she was using her powers… The way her entire body shined was fucking incredible. Your stomach flipped, admiring the way she looked in her uniform and how she was smirking at the blush on your cheeks. “Go on, say it… I’m the best, huh?”
You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, sometimes.”
The hero chuckled as you two got to your room and Carol watched as you reached for your key. You fumbled with the lock for a second before shoving the door open and stepping inside… Carol followed you in, and you were taken aback when you felt her hand close around your wrist.
A small yelp escaped your throat as she shut the door behind you both and pushed your body against the steel surface, looking down at you and letting you see her eyes flash for a second… they looked like galaxies.
“C-Carol? Are you—”
“I can’t take this anymore,” Carol sighed before she bent down, pressing both hands against your waist and pulling herself so close that your lips smushed against her own. The noise you made was embarrassingly loud as she gripped your hips hard enough to bruise and began to bite down on your bottom lip. “M’done… Pretending… like I don’t… Wanna fuck you.”
Your face got even redder, looking up at the ceiling as Carol’s lips trailed from your neck to your shoulder, breathing you in as she reached for your shirt and tried pulling it up over your head. You had to take a second to realize… Carol Danvers was trying to take off your clothes… Captain Marvel was trying to FUCK YOU!!
“Ca-Carol, I… Aahh!” You made an embarrassingly loud sound at feeling her bare fingers pressing against your skin, and just how warm they were. Her entire body was alight, glowing with the power of a star as her hands felt like they were on fire, but not uncomfortably so… It was so pleasant against your cold skin that it made you lean closer.
“Easy, babe,” Carol slid her hands up a little higher until they were traveling under your shirt and then with a low hum against your neck, ripped the t-shirt on your chest in two pieces, falling to the ground in black shreds. Your entire face twisted with surprise and slight fear as you looked up to meet her gaze, trying not to let the whole superhero thing get to you. Why did she have to wear her damn uniform tonight? It wasn’t helping. “Just relax… Let me tell you what’s gonna happen, yeah?”
You simply licked your lips and stared into her cosmic gaze like it was the last thing you would ever see. That fucking hair looked so good on her that you wanted to cry with excitement.
“You are going to lay down on that bed, face down… put that pretty ass in the air and I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming my name across this compound.”
Carol was grinning ear to ear when she saw your eyes widening and face turning a deep red. Of course, your hesitation didn’t please her too much. The superhero gave a soft slap against your cheek, before grabbing your chin and forcing you to look up at her. “Answer me, little one.”
“Y-yes, yes, yes…” You gasped, your lips pursing slightly at her grip on your chin before Carol grinned, eyelids growing slightly heavy as she slid her thumb over your bottom lip and pushed her digit inside your mouth. On instinct, you wrapped your lips around her thumb and licked the pad of her appendage, drooling slightly in response.
“Yes what?” Carol narrowed her eyes.
You responded like an obedient dog. “Yes, Captain.”
Carol slammed you down into the mattress, your face pushing against the covers as she began to reach for your jeans and yank them down over your ass. It was like something inside of her snapped when you called her Captain, and she was bordering on feral now as she used the energy in her hands to practically disintegrate your pants.
“Good girl,” Carol said, watching your jeans and panties turn to ash. Your skin was turning a soft pink, clearly having a heat reaction to her powers, but she loved it… And so did you. You could have blisters from her, and you would still be in heaven. “Oh, look at that… Someone’s enjoying this.”
You bit down on the bedsheet when Carol slowly ran her fingertips across your soaking wet slit. It took so much self-control to not immediately start whimpering as she stroked from your clit, back to your tight hole, and repeated the motion until you were dripping down your thighs. It was so embarrassing how excited you were just from her barely touching you.
“What do you think,” Carol leaned down, sliding her hands across your sides and up to your hair which she grabbed with a smile. The sound of leather fabric shifting behind you made you slightly suspicious as you practically drooled when she pulled on your locks. She wanted you to see what she was wearing… It wasn’t just her uniform. Oh fuck, Carol planned this!
Captain Marvel was wearing a strap-on… and it was damn near 9 inches long. You whined.
“You think you need more prep? Or are you ready for me?”
“No, no, no, please… please, please just f-fuck me, Car—Captain! Please, Captain…”
Carol was done wasting time. She decided to grind the thick toy along your cunt for a few strokes, catching your clit with the tip before she rolled her hips upward and lined herself against your tightness. There was a pause in her movements where you feared she wouldn’t actually fuck you, but she wanted this almost more than you.
“Grab on, sweetheart,” Carol grabbed your hips with both hands, and you gripped the sheets before bracing yourself. Her entire body jerked forward, and you saw the glow from her power off your walls as her massive strap stretched out your cunt like nothing ever had before. Carol grinned, listening to you gasp and watching you go boneless on the bed.
The superhero started laughing as she saw your pussy clench around her, enjoying the way your muscles almost sucked her in like you didn’t want to let her go. “Look at this greedy little pussy… Swallowing my cock so good, aren’t you?”
You nodded pitifully, arching your back and allowing Carol to take full control of your body like it belonged to her. Very slowly, the hero pulled her hips back, watching and listening to the filthy sounds your cunt made around her strap before easing herself back inside. “Oh baby, you wanted this for so long, didn’t you?”
Carol hummed with approval at your quick nods, licking her lips before she decided that fucking you gently was not doing it for you. Her fingernails dug down into your flesh and she pulled back hard, before slamming into you even harder.
Your ass bouncing against her leather suit was absolutely beautiful to her, and she couldn’t bring herself to stop even if she wanted to. Your soft flesh in contrast on her fingerless combat gloves, the delicious arch in your spine and how you held onto the sheets like your life depended on it.
“Just like that, baby,” Carol praised, her hips moving at an almost inhuman speed… Perhaps because she wasn’t human, but a fucking superhero. Your moans and cries of euphoria echoed off the steel walls in your apartment, but the room wasn’t soundproof. Normally it was, but you kept the windows open, and Carol was far too excited with the idea of pounding you to bother closing a damn thing. No doubt that people could hear you across the compound. You were being so loud, but Carol wanted you to get louder. Her fingers slid across the expanse of your back before she grabbed your hair and pulled you back.
“Wanted this since I first saw you,” Carol breathed hard against your neck and left searing hot kisses all across your skin. “Pretty clumsy girl getting fucked dumb on my cock, yeah? Is that what I’m doing?”
Carol wrapped one of her arms under your breasts and held you to her body like you didn’t weigh a thing, knowing you wouldn’t be able to hold yourself up under your own power. She was emitting that glow from the plasma running through her body, and slowly heating up with that beautifully delicious heat that you loved seeing from afar, and now that you were feeling it, you never wanted her to stop.
“C-Captain,” You sobbed, your thighs trembling as Carol chuckled, loving it when you addressed her with her title. She wanted to hear it over and over again. “Captain, please! M’s..so close…”
“Yeah? Oh, you wanna cum for your captain, sweet girl?” Carol’s hand slid from your hair and down over your body. You were confused for a brief moment, but then began to practically vibrate with pleasure at her fingertips pressing against your sensitive clit. “That’s it, take it baby… take my cock like the good girl you are for me.”
The superhero was having you screaming in seconds. Her fingers circled your clit with vicious speed, matching her thrusts and angling her hips just right to stroke the tip of her strap against your cervix. You couldn’t hold back even if you wanted to.
“Come on baby,” Carol huffed. She wasn’t exactly tired; she didn’t get tired. But she wanted to see you finally come undone on her. Desperate to see what you looked like when you released… “Come on, cum for your captain.”
Carol hammered into you harder, and you saw stars behind your eyes. Or maybe you just saw her.
“Fuck! Fuckfuck l-like that! Please d..don’t stop!” You began screaming, voice echoing off the walls and making Carol grin with her own pleasure at being able to make you feel so good.
“Thaaaat’s it… good girl…” Carol cooed sweetly on your neck, watching you squirm and fall apart on her cock like it was the last thing she’d ever do. Her body was glowing with the power of the plasma in her and it radiated around your room as your body trembled with the force of your climax.
Carol’s hips slowed down after almost 2 whole minutes, fucking you through your orgasm and slowly lowered you down on the bed. She didn’t pull her strap out of you, but kept it buried inside your cunt, holding you against her hips as she held you from behind while laying down with you.
You squeezed around the toy, covering your face with both hands and shaking like a leaf in the autumn breeze. Carol smirked. “You still all there, sweetheart?”
All you could do was groan with embarrassment as you hid your face away. “N-Never made noises like that before, Carol…”
The blonde chuckled deviously, leaning down a little more and pressing a few little kisses against your shoulder. You sighed and turned to look at her, seeing her short blonde hair only slightly disturbed in comparison to your own hair that was wild and sticking to your forehead with how bad you were sweating. It was like fucking you took no effort at all.
“Catch your breath, baby,” Carol kissed your cheek before rolling her hips upward, making you gasp. Her leather suit was sure to leave burns on your skin… unless her power left burns on you first. “Not even close to done with you, yet.”
This was going to be a very long night.
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luciferdidwhat · 2 months
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Soft Dom Natasha Headcanons #2 ✨
Here's more soft dom Nat thoughts because I've been haunted by them 🥰
warning: 18++ content, minor DNI (this is Natasha x Female Reader)
- Natasha likes to make you blush in the bedroom. She likes calling you her good girl and shower praises for when you’re being her little obedient princess. She praises how you look kneeling for her, how you lean into her hands caressing your cheek, and how you’re being sooo good taking her strap all the way.
- You were surprised to learn that Natasha likes to read. When she has some free time, you can find her sitting on the little seat in your room, deep into the book before she pats her thighs. You’d climb onto her and depending on how she’s feeling, sometimes she’d make you grind on her thighs (but never let you cum before she’s done with reading), and other times if she’s been packing she’d make you cockwarm her and let you mark her neck with little lovebites (she’d thrust up and make you gasp if you’re being too bold in marking her - but she secretly loves it).
- Natasha’s favorite part of your body are your eyes. She always say they hide nothing and because of that, she sees love and adoration. The way your eyes go darker when she saunters toward you, the way you refuse to make eye contact when you know you’re in trouble, the way you sometimes tear up when she’s fucking you so, so well… Natasha loves it.
- You can sometimes be a brat, but generally it takes no more than a soft warning “Princess…” or a tensed grip on your wrist or thigh for you to stop your little tantrums. You get pouty and sometimes would sulk if you don’t get what you want, and if Natasha does feel guilty about whatever you’re displeased about, she’d make sure to make it up to you that night, showering praises and kisses along your body before slowly giving you what you want. (most of the time its orgasms)
- She loves it when you cook for her. Natasha can survive in the worst conditions, but she cannot for the life of her, cook a decent meal. The best she could do is a sandwich or a terribly looking can made soup. So when you surprised her with a steak and potatoes during the first Valentine’s day you celebrated together, she almost cried. (It’s been so long since someone cooked for her)
- After your meal together, she’d do the dishes (you cooked my love, you are not doing the dishes) and send you to the bedroom to prepare for a good time, giving you permission to pick out two things from the drawer, before she spends the night showing you how much she appreciates the warm and loving meal for her.
- One of your favorite parts of being Natasha’s girlfriend is when she brings you out to parties and shows you off. She’ll pick out a dress or a pantsuit for you (ones that will compliment what she’s wearing of course) and she’ll keep her hand on your waist throughout the night. You love how her hand sometimes tighten around your waist in warning when you’re being sneaky about drinking something she doesn’t approve of. She navigates the parties with grace that you’re slightly jealous of, making easy conversation and charming everyone with her wit and humor.
- She does let you wander off to speak with some people that you both know and trust (you like hanging out with Yelena or Wanda the most), but when you’re in a mood, you test her patience instead. You let your gaze wander down Carol’s pantsuit or let your hand linger on Valkyrie’s biceps for a bit too long. When you’re really trying to get her riled up, you drag Sharon and Maria out to the dancefloor, silently eating up the way Natasha’s eyes narrow and how her lips purses slightly before turning away from you.
- When she’s had enough of you testing the waters, she excuses herself from the party, claiming that she wants to spend some time alone with you and keeps a firm hand on your back while she leads you to her car. You know you’re in for a long night when she keeps her hand on your thigh throughout the car ride, and you can feel yourself growing wetter by the moment.
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On The Edge
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Prompt Request | Natasha’s patience for your lack of time management boils over, and you pay the price | WC: 2,210
No pronouns used, but “pretty” and equally as soft terms are used to label / describe R.
Warnings: Non-Con (unintentional / momentarily) | Possessive Natasha
Smut: Dom!Nat | Prior Solo Play (R) | Oral / Fingering / Strap (R) | Teasing / Overstimulation | KO
18+ | Minors DNI
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Natasha groaned, punching the bag in frustration as the secondary hand on the clock landed on the three. You were late, like usual, but you knew better than to leave her waiting in the training room for this long. So, the redhead tossed her gloves beneath the swaying bag and made her way to the elevator to collect you.
It wasn't like she didn't know where you were, seeing as how every time you are late it's because of sleep. It was honestly adorable to watch you stumble in, with the occasional patch of dried up drool on your chin, but usually that's only a few minutes after the time to train. Natasha never let you off the hook for it, but she also went far easier on you than she ever had anyone else, and that was simply because she adored you.
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You were the light of the compounds, and her life... She's just never told you that before for the sake of professionalism as she was in charge of making you Avenger ready. Feelings, no matter how real, would not keep you safe in the field, so for the sake of a future relationship she dreamed of, she focused on training.
It worked, for the most part anyways, but there were times she nearly lost her cool. Like every time she'd pin you to the mat, your eyes would roll back at the impact and her mind would picture it in a different light. Or, the post training glow you usually sported that made you look twice as delectable. Natasha needed you in a way that challenged her every known process, she was not regarded as soft and sweet, but with your head on her shoulder after a long day, she knows she can be...
You were undeniably perfect, beautiful in both looks and spirit and as pure as the light of the halo that she imagined hovers atop your head... In a moments time though, her entire view of you would be changed, all because she was too frustrated to remember the proper etiquette, and the one of many reasons, for a knock.
Or to respect the barriers you'd put in place, as her trusty bobby pin clicked into place Natasha flung your previously locked door wide open and gasped. Her eyes laser focused in onto your exposed skin, and her hands were quick to shut and re-lock your door lest anyone else see what she now deemed—soon to be, hers.
The redhead wasn't the type to crumble, and if anyone else had been before her she'd remain an unmoved fortress, but if you begged she might just fall to the ground. Might a loose word really, because the longer she stared at you, the more she felt her knees shake.
Which would only be fair as you've blessed her with such beauty, lying there spread open for her. It was as if you were posed for her by a deity, in her worn down death metal hoodie that went missing after a mission.
You in her clothes was an undreamed fantasy, you truly looked ready to be ate, the fabric had ridden up significantly, leaving your naked lower half exposed to her predatory gaze. Natasha was gnawing on her lip when her eyes locked in on the strap beside your leg.
You were going to make such a pretty slut for her...
The smell that surrounded her was enough for her to know this was a recent endeavor of yours, fresh slick still shining on the skin of your thighs a clear mark too. An unexpected groan fell from her lips at the sight, leading to your body shuffling as your eyes snapped open. "Natasha?" Your adorable, groggy voice made her feel like smiling, but she kept her neutral face. "Y/L/N, why weren't you at our morning training?"
"Clint told me it was cancelled," you loudly yawned, but for some reason you didn't move to cover yourself up and the redhead smirked. "Y-you have a mission?"
Natasha now knew exactly what had happened, her best friend decided to meddle and now she was met with a glorious opportunity. Clint likely didn't expect that it would work out this way; she didn't mind, nor did she have the urge to ask him, she’d won regardless.
Natasha ignored your question and began to stalk her way over to you, her eyes roamed over your frame without even a hint of shame. This time you attempted to pull the hem of fabric down, but her hands latched around your wrists to stop you. "Is that my hoodie?"
The way you gulped in fear amused her tremendously, then you nodded and her lips upturned devilishly. "We are going to have so much fun together krasivaya," her tone dropped an octave, causing your body to shimmy as a pathetic little whimper left your chapped lips.
Natasha was two sounds away from ripping you apart, but she needed to be sure she wasn't taking advantage of your vulnerability. "Do you want to have fun Y/N?"
"Please," you cried instantly, hips desperately canting off the bed in emphasis as she swiftly straddled them. The way your slick spread against the skin of her toned abs and settled into the defined lines was what truly drove the woman into action. With determination and precision on her side Natasha helped you out of her hoodie, one hand fell to your bare chest to fondle your sensitive breasts while the other held your hands down above your head, her eyes were blown out in a way you had only ever dreamed of before this surreal reality.
"Fuck detka," she moaned, so deep and raspy that it was nearly a growl, "Your perfect tits are pierced?" The question was rhetorical, but her eyes were full of a lusty wonder, her fingertips pressed into the metal balls and her hand twisted, tweaking your nipple and ripping a deep moan of your own from within you.
Natasha moaned too and felt as her walls pulsed, she had you pegged as an angel, but here you were, a deviant and for some reason the subtlety was much hotter. In public you'd be her precious little peach, but behind closed doors you would be her pretty little slut.
"Do you have a safe word honey?" You nodded, then whispered a soft, "widow," when you saw that her eyes were waiting for more. "I can't wait to hear you use it." The redhead winked, then chuckled softly as she saw the way your eyes widened and your mouth fell open. "Don't worry now darling, I'll be gentle enough," her teeth grazed over your racing pulse. "Rough is fi-fine," you practically shrieked, hands flying up to grip and claw at her shoulder blades to drive home the need.
Natasha nodded with a smirk, not only hearing your message loud and clear, but finding it appealing too.
However, she believed in more of the long game, she slowly, painstakingly so, began to kiss all over your body, purposefully missing both sets of your slick lips. Open mouthed and fervent the more she got into it, leaving behind dribbles of spit along the various spots of injured skin as she'd claimed you without asking.
There was no need to ask to claim what's already yours, with you sleeping in her hoodie the ties were sowed, so all she was doing was making sure the world knew too.
Once she felt satisfied with the way your body looked, and more so how easily she'd gotten you to squirm, she devoured you wholly, her tongue slid in and out of your oozing hole until she could feel you growing restless. She’d crawled back up your body and pressed a kiss to your parted lips just as soon as she was released by your quivering thighs. A smile stretched her face as she saw the clear effect she had, you harshly panted as she'd worked you up so well, and she wasn’t even done.
You blinked a few times, clearing your vision only to be met with her blackened eyes. Part of you was terrified, but the other part was more so antsy for what was going to come next. Her eyes spoke to you, whispering promises of something you couldn’t quite decipher. Your heart was hopeful for love, but your heated body prayed for the opposite, it craved the widows carnality.
After only a second of time to think you got an answer, as did she as you couldn't stop a moan, but she did as her tongue seductively slid over yours while her middle and pointer fingers abruptly divorced inside of you. It wasn’t like the stretch of your strap had been, that was nothing but a filling up, her fingers were slender, but it was somehow better just because it was her doing it.
Natasha wasn’t the only one dreaming of this moment. Every training session ended the same, with you in the shower fucking yourself senseless to thoughts of her.
The redhead could feel that honesty with every thrust of your jittery hips that met her fingers, she truly felt liberated from the confines of your former student-teacher roles. It couldn’t be wrong when it felt this good; having you beneath her felt prophetic, and if today hadn’t been your last day together before you were tested by Fury she would have had to resign.
There was no going back to the grey area between the roles now, the blurred lines were finally washed away, that much was clear as you arched off the bed with a sultry cry of her name; Natasha officially had a new job, and that was to have you trembling and desperate for her, which you were, it was borderline humiliating.
Every move she made was intimately sloppy, the way her fingers prodded at your sensitive walls had you mewling around her tongue that played chicken with yours, intermixed with sharp inhales that wordlessly spoke to the woman above you of a job well done.
"You're so desperate," she acknowledged in a purr against your swollen, parted lips. Your inability to keep up broke the kiss apart, and allowed her a chance to take her teasing up a level. "This pussy is crying..."
"Natasha..."
"Do you remember what I say to you when we train?" Natasha knew it was cruel to ask you such a thing as your mind was blanked, with her fingers doing their best work inside of your velvety, clenched warmth.
"You can't keep being late and expect not to be punished Y/N," she taunted, a rough chuckle felt against your cheek as she removed her fingers. You whined, "I-I, Natasha please, I need you," just as she expected you to, and she brought the wet pads of her fingers up to your pulsing clit. "I always remind you too, that I call the shots detka, you’re far too precious to know what’s best Y/N, so hush yourself and relax."
The redhead rolled her eyes when she found your glossy ones already boring into hers, then without anymore hesitation she filled you up with a thick strap you'd left out, once again making her think this was what you wanted to happen from the start. Strong, eager hands held your hips down as she picked up a quick pace, her breath was hardly even different aside from the deeper rasp as she rutted her hips into you and whispered her filthiest dreams. Meanwhile you came with a loud whine and tears that pleaded with her to stop, but Natasha only rolled her hips faster.
"I'm not letting you go until you've either drenched the sheets, or passed out," she growled against the welted skin of your throat, her teeth nipped at the fresh sores, a display of her brutal carnality.
You were a panting mess at the mere threat of more, you were already sensitive from your private session. "I-I can't take anymore, please," you managed to stutter, but your resistance was as weak as your cunts grip. Natasha was ruthless, and since you didn't utter your chosen safe word she happily continued, "You can take it, and you'll do it graciously, one more complaint and I'll edge you all month."
"M-month?" Natasha rolled her eyes, she was strap deep inside of you, lips marking up your skin and still you questioned her attachment. Though that frustrated her, there was a rare softness to her tone that held a much deeper meaning. "If you thought this was a one time thing you were mistaken lyubov'." Natasha's lips pressed to yours right after her half baked confession, intent on devouring your soul as it left your body with the next deep thrust of her thick strap. "You're as good as mine now Y/N," she sighed against you as she felt the waves of pleasure ripple off your convulsing body.
"Sweet dreams," she whispered in amusement only moments later as your body relaxed and her eyes caught sight of your peaceful sleeping face. Natasha settled in beside you, strong arms wrapped around you to pull you closer, a sigh of relief followed, "My girl."
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Should Have Knocked
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Wanda X Natasha X Reader 18+
Summary: When you barged into Natasha's room without any warning, your mouth parted at the scene in front of you. You certainly didn't expect to see Wanda grinding her hips unabashedly on Natasha's strap on, her red tendrils of magic wrapped securely around the assassin's hands that were pinned to the headboard.
Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI 18+, Threesome, Being Walked in on, Strap-ons, Fingering, Oral Sex, Face-Sitting, Dirty Talk, Sub Reader/Dom WandaNat, Aftercare
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Staring intently at the knife in your hands, you deftly manoeuvred your fingers in a certain way to have the knife spin between them before letting the blade slip through your fingers to flip through the air before catching it via the handle. A sound of joy escaped you when you successfully caught the metal after flipping it, trying it once again and succeeding before deciding to find Natasha to show her the flip.
A few days ago, you asked the redhead to teach you how to do the trick, in awe of how her fingers skilfully let the knife move within her grasp. You watched her do it multiple times, a little embarrassed when you couldn't get the hang of it before the assassin had to leave you to go to her girlfriend. Now however, you had learnt how to do it and were extremely keen on showing her how well you could do it now.
Swiftly walking through the compound, you made your way to her room, hand reaching for the handle and practically barging right in before freezing on the spot.
Oh.
Oh fuck
Was the series of thoughts that entered your mind when you barged into Natasha's room without any warning as your mouth parted at the scene in front of you. You certainly didn't expect to see Wanda grinding her hips unabashedly on Natasha's strap on, her red tendrils of magic wrapped securely around the assassin's hands that were pinned to the headboard. Your gaze drifted across the exposed skin, Wanda's breasts moving each roll of her hips, Natasha's arms flexing as she tried to fight her girlfriend's magic, desperate to touch her skin and drive her mad with pleasure.
A soft moan that fell from Wanda's lips snapped you back to reality, knife falling to the floor. You had just walked in on Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, and Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, having sex. Two of the most powerful women in the world were having an intimate moment and you were currently staring at them.
Two sets of piercing green eyes then met yours, your face flushing with embarrassment while panic filled you. Your eyes widened as their lust-filled ones stared at you, your hand nervously going to cover your eyes while you other hand reached backwards in search of the door handle.
"I..uh..Iwillbegoingnowbye, sorry!" you blurted out, desperately trying to find this stupid door handle before turning around and trying to rush out of the room. God, you should have knocked.
"Wait Y/n," sinfully groaned one of the women, making your entire body freeze on the spot, arousal flooding through you at the tone of their voice, the way your name fell from their lips. Wait, did one of them actually say your name, or was your mind playing tricks on you? Maybe, just maybe, you had a very, very, very little crush on both of them, how could you not? Natasha was one of the fiercest women you had ever met but she was also kind and extremely smart when it came to thinking of quick solutions on missions. Wanda was also the sweetest woman you had ever met, bonding with you over the sitcoms you both watched whilst also being the most caring person ever, always keen on trying to make you laugh or happy.
"Y/n, come here," Wanda practically whined whilst rolling her hips down on Natasha's lap, her hands moving to grope at her chest while another small sigh left her lips.
Hesitantly, you made your way back to them, eyes firmly fixated on anything but the young Sokovian riding the assassin, the soft moans spilling from her. Whilst trying to think of an apology, you stumbled over an item as you walked over to their bed, eyes casting down to see a red set of lace panties scattered on the floor, a visible wet patch of arousal on them making you groan quietly. The sound, however, was not missed by Natasha who leaned up to Wanda with her signature smirk engraved onto her face, hands now free of the magic. The redhead murmured something lowly into the witch's ear, a guttural moan leaving Wanda's lips as she snapped her eyes back over to your shy and nervous form.
When you reached the bed, you kept your eyes on the floor, not wanting to meet the gaze of either intimidating woman and tried to still have some sort of respect for them. The room filled with a brief silence, you practically able to hear your heart pounding in your chest, ready for them to be angry or upset with you.
"So Y/n, how long did you think you could hide this from us?" taunted Wanda, a sly smirk taking over her face, eyes briefly flashing red while Natasha's gaze turned predatory. Confusion flashed across your face at the question until Natasha continued,
"The lingering looks? The squeezing of your thighs every time one of us would pin you in training? The look of want in your eyes as you practically undressed us with them?" The spy's face was stoic as she looked at you, panic flooding through your body at their words.
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean to be disrespectful-" a finger placed itself on your lips as you muffled the end of your rambling apology against their digit.
"Hush Detka," teased Wanda. "We haven't even gotten to the best bit yet," her accent wrapped around her words sultrily, adding a slight rasp as she let out a small whimper while climbing off Natasha's lap, desperate to feel full again. "There's something Natasha missed in that list, isn't there?" Her naked body came into view, finger pressing into your chin and guiding you to look at her. Your mouth parted as you saw the darkened look in her eyes, eyes raking over your body while her teeth subconsciously bit down on her bottom lip. "She missed those dirty little fantasies you have about us," Wanda purred, Natasha now at your side, strap on discarded, teeth nibbling softly on your earlobe while her fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt. You glance over to the assassin, your pupils dilating at the pure hunger in her eyes along with the silent question of taking your shirt off. You nod subtly, the item then being pulled off while Wanda then guides your face back to hers with her finger on your chin once again. "We want to make those fantasies real, is that ok?"
"Yes, please," you practically moaned, Wanda's lips then crashing against yours. You moan at the intensity of the kiss, her hands threading through your hair while Natasha removes the rest of your clothes till you're left in only your underwear in front of them. Your hands hesitantly go to Wanda's waist, her pulling back from the kiss with a smile while Natasha's mouth goes to your neck, littering it in open mouthed kisses making you groan.
"You're so beautiful Kotenok," the redhead husks out, biting down softly on your neck before pulling back to press a hungry kiss to your lips. Her hand turns your face to hers, a little rougher than Wanda did, making you whimper while she smirks into the messy but hot kiss.
Soon, you're guided onto their bed, chest rising and falling with anticipation as both women crawl to your sides, laying down next to you with softer looks in their eyes at your nervous state. Wanda's mouth places open mouthed kisses along your collar bones, fingertips dragging down till they meet your chest, eyes flickering to yours to gauge your reaction.
"Tell us to stop Detka and we'll stop," she tells you, her hand slipping to your back to unclasp your bra before pulling the item off you. Natasha's hand moves further down your body, mouth recapturing yours for a searing kiss, tongue sliding into your mouth and dominating it easily. It wasn't like you were putting up a fight.
"You're so wet for us Kotenok," Natasha sighs out against your lips, a small moan leaving you when she circles your clit through your soaked panties. "I bet you've been thinking about this happening for so long," you let out a shaky breath when she slides your panties to the side, Wanda's mouth kissing teasingly along your chest. "Tell me Dorogaya, who was fucking you? Whose fingers were buried deep inside you?" The moan you let out at her words was sinful, mind clouding with pleasure as Wanda finally took a nipple into her mouth, tongue swirling expertly around it.
"Fuck," you groan out, Natasha's fingers swiping through your folds, your arousal coating her fingers as she draws small and slow circles on your clit. "You," you sigh out, the redhead chuckling at your affected state before leaning in to capture your lips again, finger moving down to your entrance and sliding in. A guttural moan escapes you at her long slender digit stretching you open, her finger curling at your weak spots to have you losing yourself in the pleasure. Her fingers lazily stroke inside you, thumb moving to circle your clit while Wanda releases your chest from her mouth, a string of saliva connecting the two together before she pulls further away.
"What was I doing Detka?" Wanda murmurs near your ear, Natasha moving to kiss your neck while Wanda claims your lips.
"You were..." you trail off for a moment, Natasha sliding in another finger effortlessly causing your mind to blank for a moment, "You were riding my face." You see Wanda's eyes widen at your words, Natasha groaning at the crook of your neck, fingers thrusting into you a little faster now. "Please," you practically beg while pleading with her to sit on your face with your eyes. She presses her lips to yours roughly, moaning at your words before pulling away and positioning herself above your face, Natasha's face now at yours.
"Be a good girl and make me come," Wanda husks out, fingers running through your hair as she slowly lowers herself onto your face. Both of you moan at the contact, her moaning at the way your tongue expertly swirls around her clit, hands gripping her thighs and pulling her closer while you moan at the taste of her, and the way Natasha starts to pepper kisses along your inner thighs. You thrust your tongue into the witch, groaning into her at the warm and wet feeling of her pussy clenching around you, moving your hands so that you can circle her clit.
Natasha moves to lick a stripe up your core, you moaning lewdly into Wanda as the assassin's tongue swipes over your clit, her mouth occasionally sucking on the sensitive bundle of nerves to have you bucking against her face. Her fingers start to pump into you at a merciless pace, Wanda's hands tightening in your hair as she rolls her hips against your face. You decide to flatten your tongue, letting her rut against it while moans spill from her lips.
"Shit that's it Detka, right there," Wanda moans, lolling her head back and showing off her defined jawline and neck, a groan leaving you when you open your eyes to admire her body. Her hips frantically start to rock against your face, Natasha's fingers driving you delirious with pleasure as your orgasm nears. "I'm gonna come-" Wanda cuts herself off with a scream, hips stuttering as her cum drips onto your tongue, a guttural noise leaving you at the feeling and taste of her.
Natasha curls her fingers inside you at the perfect spot, your body tensing as your orgasm rips through your body, a loud moan being muffled by Wanda's thighs around your head. Your legs shake with the intensity of your orgasm, the spy fucking you through it and straight into a second making your mind completely clouded with pleasure. Your body trembles as she lets you ride out your aftershocks, Wanda climbing off your face and softly cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips, moaning at the taste of herself while you whimper when Natasha pulls out.
"You did so good for us Detka," Wanda softly whispers, seeing how tired you were becoming after two powerful orgasms tearing through your body.
"We're so proud of you," Natasha adds after sliding one of her digits into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you before offering Wanda the other, a moan escaping her as she hollows her cheeks around her girlfriend's finger, cleaning your arousal off it. You watch with an awed expression, a groan leaving your mouth at the sight.
Before you can worry about whether they want you to stay or not, Wanda snakes her arm around your body, bringing you closer to her and letting your face rest at the crook of her neck, your gentle breaths tickling her skin. Your body jumps a little when you feel Natasha clean you off with a cloth, not wanting you to sleep without being washed a bit and helps her girlfriend before discarding the cloth in the bathroom and returning to the bed with you two in it. Her body slots in behind yours like the lost piece of a puzzle, one of her toned arms wrapping around your waist like Wanda's, her mouth pressing a soft kiss to the base of your neck. Wanda also places a soft kiss to your hair, your body drifting off to sleep in the safety and comfort of their arms while the other two women share a knowing look.
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widowbitessting · 5 months
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Baby It's Hot Outside - A Sugar Mommies Drabble
Word Count: 1729
Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!
Summary: The One Where MJ cares for you.
Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader
You can’t open the door to your own apartment. It’s your first sign that the headache you’ve had for the past hour might be transforming into a migraine. And it sucks. Pain resonates behind your eyeballs and you have to squint to see where the stupid moving lock is so you can get inside. 
Has it always been so low down? Surely not.
The key finally does its job and you’re allowed inside your own apartment, near collapsing on the floor as you go. 
Definitely too hot today. Seriously too hot. 
It’s your own fault really; your classmate in all her wisdom kept offering you caffeine and you, in all of your wisdom, kept accepting. 
So now you're coming down from the copious amount of caffeine, mix that with the grand total of 0 litres of water you’ve had as well as the sheer heat of the day, and it’s no wonder you feel like your head is going to explode. 
Mistakes have definitely been made. 
You somehow manage to get to your sofa, falling onto the not so soft cushions face first. The sudden dark does a lot to sooth your eyes and you don’t know how long you stay like that, only shifting slightly to breathe, until MJ nb udges your leg with her foot.
“Two people live here, y’know. Move over.”
You don’t even try to form a coherent reply, moving your heavy body like she asks, wrapping yourself up into a ball. The shiver that wrecks through your body trembles the entire sofa and MJ doesn’t seem to notice. She clicks on Netflix and settles with her hot chocolate, completely unaware of your dying state beside her. 
She glances your way when your phone rings, looking at the picture of Wanda as it flashes up on your cell. You don’t even move, eyes squinting shut against the dim light of the living room. For you, they feel like spotlights. 
You shift uncomfortably on the sofa. 
Your phone pings a minute later; a text from Wanda, asking you to call her ASAP, she’s having an icecream emergency - aka: she wants ice cream but Natasha and Carol won’t allow her. 
You know she’s messaged in your group chat because your phone begins to after every few seconds.
Why didn’t you mute your phone? Why?
It doesn’t take long for MJ to let out a frustrated sigh and kick her feet so they’re under her. Her toes tickle your right foot, making you jerk and when you still don’t make a move to check your phone, MJ does it again.
“Dude, answer them or I’m throwing your cell out of the window.”
It takes all of your energy to move, and even then, you misjudge the end of the sofa and almost faceplant the floor. 
With trembling arms, you struggle to hold your upper body weight and here is where MJ finally takes pity on you.
“This is painful, move.”
She snatches your phone for you and goes to pass it when she finally registers your appearance. 
“Woah…you’re not about to die on me are you? I’d have three pissed off women on my case if you do.” 
You shudder. MJ throws your phone aside and lifts you up by your armpits, settling you back on your original position on the sofa. 
“Y/N? What’s wrong?”
You can only shake your head. 
“I know this isn’t the time to notice this but that medicated deodorant you’re using really works, you’re bone dry!” MJ lets out a nervous chuckle. “Laugh, Y/N/N. You always laugh at my crappy jokes…even if they are pitiful…get it?” 
You don’t even smile as a response and MJ jumps to her feet.
“Oh my god, you are dying!” 
“...not…dying…sick…”
“You are sick, you feel sick or you’re going to be sick?” 
“...all of the above.” 
MJ falls over herself as she sprints into the kitchen. She returns with the anointed “puke bucket” which is a mixing bowl you had ended up using one time after too many shots. No sooner does she place it near your face, do you start to heave, body jerking gags where you think your stomach is going to come up out of your throat. 
She touches your forehead. 
“You’re burning up. Have you eaten something bad? Drank too much?” 
“...not…” You spit out a wad of saliva. “...enough.”
“You haven’t eaten enough?” Something in MJ’s brain clicks. “Please tell me you’ve been drinking water today, Y/N. Please.” 
You shake your head.
“I’d hit you if you weren’t so fragile. You’ve not drunk anything? Dude! It’s one of the hottest days of the year!” 
“I had…coffee and stuff…” 
You grimace and turn away from the bowl.
“You are actually going to die. They’re going to murder you, you know that? And then turn on me because I’m an unknowing accomplice. You’ve only had coffee all day? Y/N!” 
“Don’t tell them.”
“How can I not? They’re bound to ask where you are! And what if they make a surprise trip to see you? You’re not exactly in a fit shape to fuck right now, are you, Y/N/.”
“MJ -” 
“Fine. If they don’t ask I won’t tell them. Deal?” 
“Okay, deal.”
“Right, you - don’t move. Don’t die. I’ll get you some water and a fan. Or something.”
MJ gets your water first, filling it with ice before rethinking and dumping it down the sink; before stopping again and getting slightly less ice for your glass. 
“I have no idea what I’m doing.”
Now with a full drink, and a straw because why not, MJ places it in front of you with the strict instruction to “Sip it, don’t inhale it.” 
She takes your phone when your head is in the sick bowl and vanishes into her bedroom; unlocking it with your passcode and finding the group chat with your girlfriends. 
“Who’s the least terrifying? Natasha, no chance. Carol, maybe…Wanda…you’ll have to do.”
She picks up on the third ring. 
“Hi baby!”
“Hey to you too.” 
“…MJ?”
“Hi, the one and only.”
“Where’s Y/N? Not that I don’t appreciate talking to you but I’d much prefer to talk to my girlfriend.”
“She’s not…well. I told her I wouldn’t tell you but I’m genuinely worried about her.”
“What’s going on?” Natasha’s voice cuts through your phone speaker and MJ wants nothing more than to throw your phone away and hide under the nearest bed. 
“Michelle Jones, talk.” 
“I hate it when you do that.” MJ grumbles. “Y/N’s sick.”
“Sick, how?”
“God, she’s gonna kill me…erm,” MJ pinches the bridge of her nose. “She didn’t drink any water and I’m 90% sure she spent most of her day outside and it’s been super hot and she’s not well and I’m worried about her…I don’t know what to do.” 
Natasha is silent for a moment. 
“Stay with her. We’ll be there as soon as possible, understood? Let her sip, not inhale, at cool water. Not ice cold, it'll shock her system. Is she hot to the touch?” 
“She’s hot, yeah. And not in her usual way either.” 
“Get a damp cloth, that’ll help cool her off.” Natasha orders. “And MJ? Thank you for telling us.”
“Any…anytime I guess. Not that I want Y/N to get heat stroke or whatever it is again, ‘cos it’s scary and stuff but if she ever misbehaves again, you bet your ass I’ll be right on this phone to rat her out. I’ll even spank her for you if you can't get her fast enough.”
“MJ, breathe girl. Get some oxygen into those lungs. We’ll discuss this at a later date when you aren’t so frazzled. We’ll be there soon, okay? 30 minutes, max.” 
“Okay, yeah, okay. Bye.”
“Damp cloth and cool water, MJ.”
“On it.”
MJ’s hands tremble when she returns to you with the items; a regular glass of water in one hand and a semi filled bowl with a wet cloth in the other. She takes the iced water from you and replaces it; ordering you to sip it slowly while she pats your head with the washcloth. 
You do little to fight her.
“I’m not well, MJ.” 
“I know, Y/N/N, I know. But you’re gonna get better soon, yeah? Just try to relax as much as you can. Google says you should start to feel better in 30 minutes or so.”
She places the washcloth on the back of your neck.
It takes you 23 minutes to feel slightly more human.
It takes 24 minutes for the Trio! to get to your apartment. 
You can only stare as they walk inside, eyes locking onto your slouched form on the sofa with a straw between your lips.
You know you’re in for it when you’re better and you nervously swallow, offering them a sheepish smile.
“...hi…”
Wanda stares at your fragile state, a mixture of emotions clouding her eyes, from guilt to a slight twinge of insecurity. She wants to wrap you up and promise to be a better dom; for herself but most importantly for you.
Carol makes a beeline straight for you and starts fussing over you. She caresses your cheek and feels your forehead, frowning slightly, before reaching over for the washcloth. As she dabs at your face, wiping away the tears that tumble from your eyes, Natasha, with Wanda beside her, moves closer and places a gentle kiss on your damp temple. 
“Hey there, little kotenok, how are we feeling, hmm?” 
They’re there. Your trio. There to finally care for you and you instantly feel safe. Comforted by their presence and you reach out, grabbing the nearest body to drag them down on top of you. Wanda’s scent fills your nose and you nestle into her neck. 
“Am I in trouble?” you whisper and you can feel her grinning. 
“Oh yes,” she replies, “but not right now. Tomorrow maybe. But for now, rest sweet girl. We’re here.” 
You can only nod as Carol gently moves Wanda so she can scoop you up into her arms. 
As you’re carried away to your bedroom, you can see Natasha speaking quietly to MJ; and make the mental note to ask her what was said. But for now, you allow yourself to be carried away. Not even five minutes later, nestled against Wanda, you doze off with a smile.  
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gogogodzilla · 5 months
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day 16, toys
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natasha romanoff x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, jealous!reader, use of ball gag, use of double-sided vibrator, reader has electricity powers, slight dom! natasha, takes place during Black Widow, afab reader kinktober ☠︎︎ main masterlist ☠︎︎ read on ao3
You rested your head against the cool glass of the window as Natasha drove you to a safe house she knew. You’d just lost the only family you ever knew, and the loss still stung deeply in your chest. 
She grabbed your thigh and rubbed soothing circles on it, bringing you out of your thoughts. 
“It’s beautiful out here,” you commented, giving her a small smile. 
“Just wait until you see where we’re staying,” she grinned, and the lilt in her voice made you nervous. 
You’d stayed in some sketchy places before, and maybe you’d gone a little soft lately. But, nervousness gnawed at you regardless. 
As Natasha drove, the area surrounding you became more and more desolate. She came to a stop down a winding path. Your eyes widened as you took in the small metal trailer settled in the middle of a clearing. 
Natasha got out of her seat as you sat bewildered. 
“C’mon, hun,” she urged before shutting the driver’s side door, pistol held at her side. You joined her with a sigh, electricity arcing through your fingers as the both of you approached the trailer. 
Natasha’s footsteps were silent as she stalked toward the door. She opened it with one hand and made her way into the trailer. You followed wordlessly as she scanned the inside of the trailer. Finally, she kicked open the door to the bedroom and chuckled at the man sleeping soundly in the bed. 
You raised a brow and she put a finger to her lips. She leaned over the foot of the bed and tapped the man’s foot, a smile dancing on her lips. He jumped up, eyes flicking between the two of you. 
“You’re in my bed,” she noted, straightening. 
“I’m not even under the covers,” the man defended himself as he slowly got up. He led the two of you toward the front of the trailer. 
They talked for a few moments, and you observed as the man explained all the facilities that came with the trailer. Natasha stood at the bar and thumbed through the various IDs the man provided for both of you. You stood behind her, looking out the window in front of the sink. 
A lull fell over the two, and he leaned in, “Are you okay?” 
“Why wouldn’t I be?” Natasha answered, her voice wavering. You straightened and hovered protectively behind her. 
The man shrugged, “I hear things. Something about the Avengers getting divorced…” 
You scowled, and Natasha placed a placating hand on your thigh. Rick was someone you could trust, she’d said. He’d done her a huge favor by helping the two of you. Still, you didn’t like him poking around in your business. 
Natasha bowed her head for a moment. “It’s fine. Besides, I have all I need right here,” she said, snaking a hand around your hip. A warm feeling swelled in your chest at Natasha’s display of endearment. 
The man’s eyes flicked between the two of you. You’d never made your relationship known to the public, but you also weren’t exactly hiding your feelings for each other. 
“Well,” the man clapped his hands together, “seems like you’re all set. Don’t call me if you need anything.” 
The man headed toward the door, chucking a little at his own joke. You narrowed your eyes at his back as he walked to his own car. Natasha pulled you away from the door, shutting it and blocking your view of the man. 
“No need to get your hackles raised, baby,” she joked, grabbing your chin with one hand. 
You pursed your lips and tugged your chin out of her grasp, pouting. She pulled you to her, bringing you into a tight hug. You stood there for a few moments with your arms at your side. Finally, you relented and wrapped your arms begrudgingly around her.
She released you and pressed a gentle kiss on your lips. “I like it when you get jealous, babe,” she teased before heading out the door to grab your bags from the car. You rolled your eyes before following her. 
Later that night, you sat on Natasha’s bed going through her dresser drawers, curiosity and boredom pushing you forward. Your hand landed on an array of leather attached to a silicone ball neatly coiled in the back of the bottom drawer. Your fingers danced over the gag, insides alight with excitement. You lifted it out of the drawer and nearly jumped out of your skin as Natasha’s footsteps neared. 
She watched you from the doorway, a black plastic bag in one hand and a beer in the other. You raised a brow, “You use this on all the girls you bring here?”
She smirked and moved forward to grab your chin, “Only for your pretty little mouth.” She pressed the bag into your palm, took the gag from you, and set it on the dresser. The bed squeaked slightly as she sat next to you, “I figured that if we’re going to be out here for the foreseeable future, the least we could do is have a little fun.”
You were skeptical, but nonetheless opened the bag. Your hand wrapped around the smooth surface of the small cardboard box and you pulled it out. The box was white with a blue device on the front. You gave Natasha a quizzical look as you attempted to decipher the Norwegian on the back of the box. 
“It’s a vibrator, baby,” she chuckled and your cheeks flamed. Her fingertips flitted over the top of your thigh, and you weren’t sure if it was nervousness or excitement bubbling in your chest. 
The bed creaked slightly as you both shifted and before you knew it her lips were on yours. You’d thrown the box to the side, too focused on the taste of Natasha. The air around you crackled with tension, and Natasha’s hands drifted up to cup your face and bring you impossibly closer. 
You scooted back, your lips still tangled with Natasha’s as you reclined on the plush mattress. She threw a leg over your abdomen, straddling you and trapping you between her thighs. Not that you were complaining, of course. 
She gripped your chin and turned your head, allowing her to brush feverish kisses along the soft skin of your neck. Your breath caught in your throat as she sucked a lovebite against your pulse point, and your hands ventured under the hem of her shirt. 
She trailed kisses up the side of your neck. A peck on your jaw, then your cheek, and finally your lips. You sit up and tug her shirt up and over her head, your lips immediately returning to hers. 
Your hands snake around her back and undo the clasp of her bra, which she eagerly slid off. Your fingers trailed up to fondle her breasts, and her hips jutted against your own. 
You pulled away panting and tapped her thigh, “Let’s get these off.” 
Her lips curved into a smile, “Look at you being bossy.” Nevertheless, she hopped off of you long enough to remove her jeans. The bed sunk under her weight as she crawled forward and helped remove the clothes that were separating her from your flushed skin.
Natasha pushed you backward and hovered over you.
“So perfect,” she murmured as her eyes raked over your naked form. She moved to touch where she could, tracing her hands over the column of your throat, down to the valley of your breasts, over your ribs, then over your hip bones. A soft whine left you as she avoided everywhere you needed her. 
She tsked and leaned over you to grab the ball gag. “As much as I love those pretty little noises you make…” she trailed off, and you opened your mouth for her. She was gentle as she clasped the buckle behind your head. Your lips wrapped around the silicone ball, and you took a deep breath through your nose. She took the vibrator out of its packaging, her eyes glued to yours. 
 Her hands skirted over the insides of your thighs as she positioned herself between them. She hooked her arms around your thighs, keeping you in place. She pressed kisses along your inner thighs, and you bucked your hips against her grasp. 
She pulled you towards her and licked a tentative stripe through your folds. Your whine reverberated against the ball gag. Her fingertips dug into your thighs as she latched onto your core. You arched your back against the mattress as her tongue expertly circled your clit before dipping down to tease your entrance. 
You tangled a hand into her scarlet locks, aching for something to ground you. She kept her plush lips attached to your clit as she slid a finger through your folds, gathering your slick. 
Slowly, she sunk a finger inside of you and you gasped as much as you could against the gag. She pumped her finger a few times before swiftly adding another one. Her pace was brutal, quickly rocking her fingers against you while her tongue continued its ministrations. 
She pulled away and the whine that escaped you was almost pathetic. She placed a placating kiss on your inner thigh before grabbing the vibrator and running it through your folds. 
You bucked your hips and clenched against nothing, desperate for anything she’d give you. Drool was slipping out the sides of your mouth, and you huffed a breath through your nose. 
She turned the vibrator on and circled it around your clit, and your hips jumped against her. The vibrator quickly replaced her fingers inside you, and you felt your release rapidly building within you. 
Your breath caught in your throat as Natasha lifted her hips and lined the other end of the vibrator up with her entrance. She threw her head back and let out a soft moan as she sunk down onto the vibrator. 
She grabbed the backs of your thighs and snapped her hips against yours. You let out a breathy moan against the gag, and she reached down to knead your breasts. She trailed her fingers up to wrap lightly around your neck as she ground against you. 
Your moans were increasing in pitch and frequency, and the air seemed to crackle around you. 
“You gonna cum for me, baby?” she panted as her her hips stuttered against your own. You furiously nodded your head as that familiar coil tightened inside you, seconds away from snapping. 
You gripped her forearm as your orgasm ripped throughout your body. The energy within the air made your hair stand on edge, and a high-pitched whine escaped you as the ceiling light above you brightened and then blew with a loud pop. 
Natasha jolted against you but continued her movements as she followed you over the edge. Once pleasure edged into overstimulation she pulled out of you, panting. 
She turned off the vibrator as she slowly pulled it out of you. You arched your back at the loss, and she rubbed a soothing hand across your thigh. She hovered over you to undo the buckle of the gag. 
Natasha pressed a kiss against your temple and then your jaw as she set the gag to the side. “Did so good for me, baby,” she praised, trailing her fingertips up your side. 
“That was fun,” you grinned. Your gaze moved up to survey the damage you did to the light. “Got any spares?” 
Natasha laughed and shook her head, “Nope.” 
You pressed your lips together and nodded. “Guess we gotta head into town.” 
“Yep.” 
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dirtyvulture · 5 months
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NSFW Alphabet: Sergeant Edition
feat. Natasha Romanoff x Beefy!Reader*
18+ only, read at your own risk
AN: Reader has a penis, no pronouns used.
Here it is, as promised, with both Sergeant Romanoff and Sergeant Beef. 🥳
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
At first, Sergeant Romanoff was very quick to hurry you out of her office or bedroom whenever you two were done. It made you a little sad because of how impersonal it seemed, but you also didn't want to overstay your welcome.
It wasn't until one night Natasha completely fucked your brains out and you were so tired you couldn't even move to leave, that she let you stay the night and even cuddled with you for a bit. After that, she became more open to letting you stay and take care of you after sex with her.  
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Sergeant Romanoff definitely has a thing for uniforms, on herself and you, and she absolutely loves how her curves look when she's completely done up.
As for you, especially in your uniform, it takes all her willpower not to jump you, especially with how your biceps threaten to rip open your sleeves or the buttons on your shirt straining to hold in all your muscles. Sergeant Romanoff loves her beef. :)
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Sergeant Romanoff is obsessed with the high of getting to cum, especially if you're the cause of it. She also loves making you cum, which is the next best thing to cumming herself, whether it's in her mouth or her pussy, or all over her chest or hand. She especially likes it when you tell her how good she makes you feel.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
When your sex tape with a former partner leaked, Sergeant Romanoff was not only wildly jealous, but also extremely turned on. She never told you, but more than once she masturbated to your video and fantasized about making a better one with you.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Sergeant Romanoff has a lot more experience than you, which is one of the reason why she's usually calling the shots in bed.
And even though you're not as experienced as her, she loves how eager you are to please her and she is surprisingly patient with you as you learn your way around her body.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Since Sergeant Romanoff is a dom, she loves any position where she's on top of you. But occasionally, she'll ask to be under you, mostly because she likes the view of your dog tags swinging around your neck as you ram into her and she likes clawing at your muscular back and leaving her nail marks.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is extremely serious, almost to a professional level. She might make an occasional joke, but she won't let you laugh for long.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Nat prefers to keeps herself shaved most of the time. But if she does grow it out, yes, the carpet does match the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Nat had to learn it was okay for her to be soft in front of you because you wouldn't judge her for it. (Being a woman in the military causes her to overthink and always try to exert an aggressive front.)
But even once she's fully comfortable around you, you don't hear her say "I love you" as often as you'd like, but she's working on it.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Sergeant Romanoff prefers engaging in group activity with you, but when you're not around, she has no choice but to find other ways to satisfy herself. She does prefer to have you on the phone or video call though so you can watch and squirm as she gets herself off to the thought of you.
Before your big deployment, you went and made a custom dildo of your own cock for her, which has become her favorite toy to use when she can't get her hands on the real thing.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
She has a lot of kinks, but her favorite ones are probably BDSM, bondage, public sex, and orgasm control.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
One of Sergeant Romanoff's favorite things to do is call you to her office. You're pretty sure she's fucked you in every position possible on her couch and desk. She has a plug-in air freshener that sprays constantly, but there have been a few close calls where someone visiting has commented on the smell of her office.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
You acting submissive to her in public (even in your normal work duties) usually has Sergeant Romanoff going feral. Every time you ask for her permission to do something (especially cumming), she gets an immense rush of power and arousal.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Sergeant Romanoff will not use any weapons on you during sex. She (and you) have had too many dangerous experiences with guns and knives to treat them as toys in the bedroom.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff loves giving you blowjobs. It gives her such a rush of power, even if she's on her knees for you.
And when you're on your knees eating her out, she'll yank on your hair like a set of reins to remind you that she's the one still in control.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Most of the time, Sergeant Romanoff prefers to be very fast and very rough with you. Even though you're bigger than her, she's always the one man-handling you around the bedroom. She loves leaving scratches and bite marks all over your body as a reminder of how well you please her.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is very open to quickies as long as they're for her benefit. If you don't finish (or she doesn't let you), she'll just zip you back up and send you on your way. In those times, you'll always find your way back to her and beg her to let you relieve yourself.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff was very hesitant to give you any kind of control in the bedroom. It was a process, but once she learned to trust you, she was happy to be used as you saw fit from time to time. But in general, she's very protective of her control and would rather lead than follow.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Natasha can last much, much longer than you can. But if you ever cum too early or without her permission, she will make sure to punish you so you aren't tempted to do it again.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Nat has basically every sex toy you can think of and she uses them all on you. She has a strap so she can peg you and has an assortment of vibrators, cock rings, Fleshlights, etc.
She doesn't let you use toys on herself, but you know she's obsessed with the custom dildo you made for her.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
We all know Sergeant Romanoff is the biggest, most unfair tease of all time (let us not forget the public humiliation during our first uniform inspection). She totally gets off to how much you beg and whine for her to let you cum, almost to the point of being legitimately mean about it. But she always rewards you nicely if you manage to follow all of her instructions.
However, the one time you had to use your safe word with her, Nat took it very, very personally. She was very upset with herself for pushing you too far and promised not to do it again.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Sergeant Romanoff is actually pretty quiet, even if you are pounding into her like your life depends on it. Mostly, she'll vocalize if she wants you to go harder or faster, but it's pretty rare to hear her enjoying herself (but when she does, that's how you know you're doing something very right).
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
The first time Sergeant Romanoff brought up pegging you with your own dildo she did so jokingly, but it wasn't really a joke anymore when she saw how much you were begging and shaking for her to fuck you harder. She almost came at the sight of you and is desperate to find something that will give her a greater high.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)  
Sergeant Romanoff actually spends almost as much time in the gym as you. Her body is extremely fit and toned, although not quite to the level that yours is, but she is very confident and proud of herself.
Your nickname is Sergeant Beef(cake) for a reason and you draw a lot of attention from the other recruits and staff for your physical prowess. But Nat will gladly let everyone know that you belong to her and that she is yours.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Sergeant Romanoff basically wants you 24/7 and a few times you've indulged her in a sex marathon (although that usually ends with you sleeping for 12 hours straight and practically needing an IV to replenish all the fluids you've lost). There is probably no person on Earth who could keep up with her, but ever since you gifted her the custom dildo of your dick, she's a lot more keen to leave you alone for a bit.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
It takes a lot for Sergeant Romanoff to get tired out (and you usually pass out before she does), but if she ever does reach her breaking point, she likes to fall asleep on you because you're her personal heater and you make her feel safe.
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AN: I always really like writing these lol. I hope you enjoyed reading it, and let me know if there was any headcanon you want elaboration on. :)
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