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wandas-lunchbox · 1 year

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🤤🤤🤤🤤

off limits

summary: After interning at your dad's company, you catch the attention of none other than his older colleague, Rafe. A/N: This is just smut <333 I’m just trying to get less secondhand embarrassment by myself when I write smut… So, also Rafe works for Y/N’s dads' company. Rafes and the reader's age difference are like ten years, the reader being in her 20s and Rafe in his 30s.

warnings: smut (18+), age gap (20’s and 30s), dirty talk, unprotected sex, mention of being tipsy, fingering

“Rafe we shouldn’t be doing this” you giggled as Rafe dragged you into an empty room, the few glasses of champagne were definitely a part of the decision why you let Rafe drag you into an empty room. Your dad was hosting some stupid work event at the house, a celebration for the company and being an intern there, you were forced to attend. Lucky for you, the boring event turned exciting when Rafe whispered how hard you were making him into your ear.

“It’s fine, nobody will notice we’re gone,” Rafe said as he locked the door, if the two of you got caught your dad would kill you, your dad didn't mind Rafe, but the 10 year age gap was not something he would ever approve of.

“If we get caught, I’m saying you seduced me.” You joked, moving over to the desk. The first time Rafe set his eyes on you, despite being his boss's daughter, Rafe knew he had to have you even if it meant risking his job.

The first summer you had interned at the company, it was hot out but your dresses or skirts always seemed too short, but being the boss's daughter nobody dared to look at you for more than 2 seconds, but Rafe never cared for rules and he wanted what he wanted. So now, the second summer you were interning at the company, Rafe decided to make a move.

“Seduced you? I think you seduced me. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your dresses, even this pathetic excuse of a dress, you’re basically begging to be bent over and fucked” Rafe said, hoisting you up on the desk, situating himself between your legs, your legs almost automatically wrapping around him. Rafe started kissing down your neck, and you couldn’t help but let a moan slip out, you could almost feel Rafe grinning. “You like that?” Rafe asked and you nodded, you could feel yourself getting soaked, you felt pathetic being this wet and he hadn’t even done anything yet.

“If you want me to fuck you, all you have to do is ask” Rafe whispered against your ear.

“Rafe, please, need you inside of me.” You said and started kissing him, if you had known you were going to end up in an empty room with Rafe fucking you, you would have agreed to take the intern job a long time ago.

“So needy, college boys aren’t doing the job properly” he mocked you, but he was right, college boys were selfish when it came to fucking, they wanted to get themselves off as quickly as possible. Rafe had every intention of taking his time with you.

“After I’m done with you, you won’t need college boys to try to satisfy you. I don’t share my toys” Rafe said, and him calling you his toy didn’t even process within your brain, you were too focused on the fact that he wasn’t inside of you yet.

“Rafe, please fuck me” you pleaded, tugging at his belt and trying to get it off, but he slapped your hand away. “You aren’t going to let other guys fuck you, right?” Rafe said and grabbed your cheeks so you faced him, looking right into his beautiful blue eyes. You didn’t even care what he was saying so you mindlessly nodded at the words he was saying. “No, give me verbal confirmation.” Rafe said, and you told him you wouldn’t fuck other guys. You were going to be interning for the next few weeks, so only fucking Rafe would be no problem.

“Such a good girl,” Rafe said and pulled your lace panties down, and they were completely soaked. Rafe started circling your clit without warning and your moans started to slip out, and you were happy that the company event was taking place downstairs, while you and Rafe were in a room upstairs. As Rafe circled your clit, he removed his fingers and plunged them inside of you, fingering you. You were a moaning mess for Rafe, while you were kissing his neck between your moans, trying your best not to leave marks.

As Rafe fucked you with his fingers he added a third finger into you, you were almost unable to hold in your moans, a part of you not even caring if anyone heard you. The company event was full of adults that were supplied with alcohol, so even if anyone heard you, would they even suspect it was you and Rafe, or just some other drunk adults.

Your dad had hired other interns, boys your age in hopes that he could play matchmaker and find you a suitable boyfriend, but it had never worked and you had never wanted to give them the time of day, but Rafe on the other hand, he was always the reason your dresses were too short. You noticed it a few days after you started interning, his eyes always steering from your eyes down to your body.

“I think I’m gonna cum, I can’t hold it” you whimpered, your unsteady breathing matched with your whiny voice was all Rafe had wanted to hear, you had been occupying every filthy thought that entered his brain since the day he saw you.

“Don’t cum yet” He said, taking his fingers out of you and putting them up to your mouth, “Open up” he ordered you to, and you did, Rafe felt like he was in heaven as he watched you suck his fingers clean.

Rafe was never religious, but as his eyes gazed over you and saw you sucking on his fingers while wearing a white dress and the cross necklace your dad had given you, it felt like the most religious experience Rafe had ever experienced.

“When you cum, you’re cumming around my cock” Rafe said and turned you around so you were bent over the desk. “I meant it when I said I was bending you over”

You heard his belt being unbuckled and you could his hard cock against your folds, you couldn't see it but you could feel how big it was when he entered you. He grabbed your hips and started fucking you, and you were becoming a pathetic mess. At this point it didn’t even cross your mind that you weren’t alone in the house, you were too caught up in how good Rafe felt inside of you.

“How do you think your dad would feel knowing I’m bending you over his desk, ruining you” Rafe chuckled as he started rubbing your clit again, you could hear his heavy breathing between his words. This wasn’t your dad's office, you weren’t that reckless, but you didn’t want to ruin Rafe’s fun so you complied with a white lie.

“Rafe, I’m gonna cum, please let me cum” You mustered to get out, the pleasure Rafe was giving you was completely overstimulating. You were almost biting through your lip trying not to cum and moan the loud, it was all too much.

Rafe started fucking you harder, his cock was the largest you had ever taken and he definitely knew he was big by the way he was fucking you, his confidence while fucking you was only turning you more on. As he fucked you, he was muttering how good you felt, and that he wouldn't be lasting much longer inside of you.

“Are you on something?” he asked you because he wasn’t wearing a condom. “I'm not” You said as you shook your head and you heard him mutter shit under his breath,

“I’ll buy you a plan b, I’m cumming in you, okay?” He said while waiting for your assurance that he could, slowing down so he wouldn’t cum inside you yet.

“yes, please, fuck me harder again, please” You weren’t even thinking twice about his question, only wanting him to fuck you. If you got pregnant that was a problem for tomorrow.

As Rafe picked up his pace again, and circled your clit you were a complete mess, and you came as his fingers circling your clit was too much, and your overstimulated body was cumming. None of the college boys would ever come close to making you feel this way, there was no way you could go back to shitty one-night stands now.

Not long after Rafe came inside you, “You okay?” Rafe asked you, while his cock was still deep inside you. “This is definitely not a one time thing” Rafe chuckled, pulling your dress back down to your ass, and pulling out of you. “I’m okay, we should have done that ages ago” You said, feeling his cum drip down your leg. “Next time we won’t be doing it in a house full of people,” Rafe said, fixing your hair so it didn’t look a complete mess.

“Maybe we will do it at work next time”

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wandas-lunchbox · 1 year

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i love this man so much 🤭🤞

moonlight

rafe cameron

“i just wanna get high with my lover, veo una muñeca cuando miro en el espejo”

summary- you make the mistake of getting too high and letting your horny addict bf take care of it

warnings- dubcon/noncon, filming, semimeanbf!rafe, drugs, party, alcohol, nutting inside without permission, fucking while unconscious DO NOT READ IF U R UNCOMFORTABLE WITH STUFF LIKE THIS PLEASE.

you stumble onto bed as your boyfriend rafe guides you back into his room, it was nearly 2 am. the both of you leaving from a party that one of the kooks hosted. you underestimated the amount you drank and smoked, your head pounding as your body began to heat up.

“rafeee its hot.” you whined fanning yourself, staring at him taking his shirt off and changing into his pajama pants. his biceps flexing as he picks something from off the floor. you couldn’t take the waves of warmth coming onto you and you started taking you clothes off, unable to as youre too gone to correctly take off the top you were wearing.

you feel strong arms roughly pull you to your feet, helping you take it off. the blurry sight of rafes dilated eyes staring down at you, biting his lip. he stares down at your chest heaving up and down, you swallowed.

“how much did you smoke” he asked, eyebrows raised.

“fuck i dont even know like 1 joint maybe 2.” you slurred giggling at out of it you sounded, legs giving up you sat back down on the bed.

“jeez y/n really.. and i know youve been drinking too, how stupid are you ?” he sighed, hands running through his hair. you could tell he was high too, the way he was slow and his flush cheeks.

“im not stupid, i was just having.” you argued, confused. blinking at him, maybe realizing the amount of shit you actually consumed tonight.

"i always gotta take care of you huh baby ?” he sighs grabbing your jaw, thumb rolling over your puffy lips. you look up at him with your glossy eyes, your heartbeat bumping against your chest. you open your mouth to say something but he roughly grabs your hair and pulls, your scalp stings at the action.

“god you drive me fucking insane.” he climbs onto the bed and gets on top of you. sloppily kissing you, you whine at the force and put your hand on his bare chest. he moves his hand from your face and down between your legs, two fingers slowly getting shoved into you.

your eyes squeeze shut, your brain not being able to handle this sensation. you mumbled his name grabbing his arm and squeezing, whimpers leaving your mouth as he curls his fingers.

“rafe please” you whined, arching your back when he makes slow circles around your clit. the room was quiet, but you could hear the sounds of how wet and rough he was fingering you.

“that feel good ?” he breathily says, he speeds up. and your eyes roll, grabbing harder onto his arms as you cum of his fingers. your body growing more tired from the strong orgasm you just experienced. weed really does enhance everything to the next level.

“spread your legs f’me.” words fly out of both ears as you try to listen to him, but physically you couldn’t. he laughs and uses his hand to open them wider, the view of your pussy makes his cock even harder than it already was. you were wet, so wet.

you feel him pushing into you slowly, a little groan falls out of your mouth from the stretching. no matter how many times you guys have had sex, he was always too big and never really fit inside.

you open your eyes and a phone camera is above your face, you didnt mind. you and him always did shit like this.

“w-wait the condom.” you slur, forgetting that you werent on birth control.

“shh its okay baby, you can trust me.” he convinces you, and you back off. his steady pace quickens when the coke finally is at its peak. your soft moans getting louder as he snaps his hips against yours, his tip kissing your cervix with every thrust making you dizzier each time.

“is this what you wanted sweetheart ? got all cute and fucked up for me to fuck you like the pillow princess you are ?” he teased, his big veiny hand choking you. this felt so good, and the only thing on your mind was how good his dick felt.

“open your eyes baby, look at the camera. show it how much of a pretty slut you are for me.” your tits bounce up and down, mouth falling open. you shyly turn to the side, he wont allow it though. he grabbed your face and spit in your mouth, slapping you.

“whatd i just say.” he looks at you sternly and you pout.

you squeal at the sudden changed position of your legs, pushed against your chest. the feeling of him fucking you gets stronger, he went deeper in and out.

“fuck- mmm youre so beautiful and perfect, and youre all mine.” he grips your thighs and fucks you harder. he shuts off the camera and tosses his phone to the side.

it started to get overwhelming, your eyes tearing up from the pleasure as you slowly passed out. rafe noticed but that didn’t stop him, no it felt too good. he couldnt just leave you untouched the way you were looking to be filled with his cum.

his face shiny from the sweat, he looks down and pushes on your stomach. he could feel his tip thrusting up at you, groaning he slows down to kiss your cheek damp with your tears.

“oh fuck fuck fuck, im about to cum.” he grinds his hips into yours as he fills you up. he pulls out and leans over to grab a towel, cleaning up the evidence. but before that he couldnt help but stare at the sight, all perfect and filled.. hole dripping with his cum. its not like you would be angry right ? i mean with a few words and you would be the one apologizing for his actions. its rafe, you will always forgive him.

#rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader #rafe x y/n

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wandas-lunchbox · 1 year

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mirror sex ✧

jj maybank x reader.

warnings: smut, sex, swearing, ect.

summary: jj fucks you while he makes you watch his reflection.

request? yes! and requests are open!

a/n: i’m sorry! 💜 i’m a horny bastard.

my masterlist

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“let me touch you… please.” jj shook his head at your begging, extremely annoyed at the fact you were so intent on pleasing him, rather than wanting him to be pleasing you. “no. i’m going to do what i want to do to you. stop begging for my cock because you aren’t going to get it anytime soon.” you frown at his words, looking him straight in the eyes. you give him the saddest puppy dogs eyes you’ve ever done, but it didn’t work.

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#jj maybank imagine #jj maybank x reader

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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Wrong Choice …

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

This is my honest approach to the jealousy trope, because if it was IRL, I’d like to think a lot of us would just be insecure, and far less brazen. (Not that I don’t love a good jealous / smutty coupling)

Warnings: Jealousy, Fighting, Mean words muttered in anger, Injured reader, poor communication. Insecurities: •Natasha—Fear of abandonment | •Reader—Fear of being cheated on (again) / Used

18+ | Minors DNI |

Smut: Daddy(R), Good Girl (N), ‘Oral’(N-Sucking off a strap/getting throat fucked), Riding (N-Strap), Nipple stimulation (N), Teasing(N/R), lightweight Subby Natty. Kinks: Bulge, Degradation, Cock warming. (This wasn’t even supposed to happen, this was going to be smutless)

Natasha Romanoff is an absolute flirt, it's a well established notion around the compound, her smirk alone had the potential to inspire a room full of sexual tension. It’s not entirely her fault, it's been engrained in her psyche from all her forced training that it's now just apart of her daily banter. Her particular skillset was how she eventually won you over, and after making things official with her over a year ago you'd thought all the flirting would stop with you, but boy were you completely wrong.

Standing in a corner of the tower with your cosmo in hand you were silently seething. Across the way was a sight you'd never wanted to see, but no matter how hard you tried to look away you just couldn't bring yourself to. There stood Natasha, the love of your life, with her hands on the sizable bicep of none other than Bucky—her former booty call, and it all made you feel incredibly small, as if you weren't enough for her anymore, or maybe it was that you simply never were.

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When she asked you out you thought you were the luckiest girl alive, but now you realize you were holding onto a childish hope with her. Natasha was beyond gorgeous, and could have anyone she wanted, but she'd settled for you. Maybe this was her finally realizing that, and breaking up with you just slipped her mind, or better yet, maybe this was her way of doing it. Insecurities plagued your mind, your previous 'this is what you deserve,' and the 'you'll never find someone willing to stay,' mantras ringing throughout your head on a continual loop.

A stream of tears falls down your cheeks before you could stop them, memories of your last two relationships coming back in flashes, hitting you like a freight train, and the idea that it could be happening all over again made your stomach twist into unbearable knots. It hurt twice as bad since she knew all about your most recent previous relationship with Sharon; just enough to know that the woman was an asshole who took advantage of your never ending well of kindness, and that she deserved to disappear off the face of the Earth for ever making you cry like she always managed to do.

Your phone buzzing pulled you from your short lived pity party when it was Fury's name flashing across your screen., "Agent Y/L/N, care to assist Commander Hill on a mission tonight? I'm aware there's a party, but I'd —." The poor guy couldn't even finish his thoughts, "I'm on my way.," your voice dangerous as your feet carry you out of the tower and to your car; Natasha can surely find her own ride home, or better yet she can stay with Bucky, ride him for all you care and leave your apartment empty.

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Natasha was holding the pose perfectly, the subtle, but not really subtle touch of the arm, paired with the exaggerated laughter, and the inappropriate amount of side boob on display. If she played her cards right you'd be ripping her from the soldier, and out of the party in no time to remind her just where she belongs; Beneath you, as your tongue was relentless with its attacks on her, the thought alone had her soaking through her undergarments.

Bucky however takes notice of you, he began to shake her off, "Natasha, your girlfriend looks hurt.," his heart stuttering at the sight of your clearly distorted face. "The whole point is to make them jealous! Steve's glaring daggers into my back right now, and Y/N's—." Bucky interrupts her, "Leaving..."

Natasha turns around so fast the soldier's metal arm has to catch her so that she doesn't wind up eating shit. The glimpse of your wet cheeks telling her she royally fucked up here, "No, why is she crying? I, this wasn't supposed to happen.," she looks to the soldier for clarity, "Natasha, do you not know the hell she's been through? Honestly, I never should've indulged in your silly game because now she's hurting. Sharon cheated on her in her own apartment, and Maritza did that and then some to the poor girl, and now here we are playing an immature game of jealousy to have a steamy night."

Natasha's already running as Bucky airs his grievances, grabbing her coat from the hanger and charging out of the thick doors just in time to hear tires screech, and to see your brake lights as you tear out of the compound lot. Natasha's anxiety was through the roof, she wasn't even considering the prospect of a negative reaction, but fuck did she feel stupid now after the full picture was before her.

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Natasha has been unavailable to the world, every phone call ignored, and though most can figure out where she is, they know better than to just show up at your apartment and get her. It had been a week since she last saw you, even longer since she got to hold you or to feel your lips due to just returning from her own mission, and her already fragile heart was breaking more and more everyday. Nobody knew where you went, and if they did they surely weren't telling her, so she'd taken up a permanent residence on your couch. Marvin your calico appreciated the company, or at least he did up until she began to use him as a living tissue for her nonstop well of tears.

It was about 2pm on a Friday when she heard keys jangling in the door, her eyes widening at the state of herself, and the surrounding mess taking over the living room of the apartment. Food wrappers of all kinds covered the coffee table next to her gallon of water, she smiled goofily at the thought of you being proud of her for staying hydrated, but then reality sunk back in, and she remembered how hurt you looked when you left without a word that night.

When the door finally creaked open she stood up from her permanently molded spot on your couch, taking in a steadying breath as she was anticipating seeing your face as it rounded the corner., "Sestra, Jeez, you look like the shit!," The redhead's shoulders deflated at the sight of Yelena, and she wondered if this was your way of breaking the news to her that you weren't ever coming back, and though she tried to fight it off she began to hyperventilate to the thought of you never returning to her.

Dreams were not much of a factor for her previously, but something about the way you smiled at her inspired her to live life like it was hers for the taking, and with you she soon realized it genuinely was. Life with you was everything she had ever wanted, and more ; even without discussing the future in too much detail in fear of rushing you, or coming off too strong she knew she wanted you there for every possible milestone there was to come.

Every first that ever counted to her was with you, no one had ever taken such care with her before, and though you weren't her first, you were the first person to make love to her. You'd reassured her when she hesitated that there was no rush, and you stayed true to your words as you took your time cherishing her. Every other encounter she has ever had was rough, and rushed as they used her for their own selfish needs then left come morning. She'd burst into tears about halfway through, you were nothing if not gentle, and it was then that she knew she was safe with you.

Something as mundane as having her morning coffee became an adventure for her; the both of you dancing around the other in the kitchen, sharing soft touches, and stealing glances while preparing for your separate days full of work. The morning routine almost always ended the same, you would be sat on the counter with Natasha stood in between your legs, your face in her hands as she slowly made out with you until the very last possible second, sometimes she'd even rationalized being late for just a few more minutes with you.

Silence had always been something that really bothered her, countless nights chained to a bed in the red-room where all she could hear were the leaky pipes, squeaks of mice, and cries of her fellow widows enough to make her wary. Then she came to learn over time that it was something you needed after a long day of work; you'd be tending to your shrubbery while she lounged on your soft recliner with a good book. No words were spoken, but the silence wasn't terrifying with you, the atmosphere was warm, and beyond welcoming; Marvin's purrs, pages shifting, and water trickling would be the only thing heard throughout the hour, and it never ceased to calm her chronically frantic mind.

You were her calm in every storm.

Everyone who was supposed to protect her, and to love her had left her behind like it was the easiest thing to do, and it was always a sore spot for her; that's why it took her three years to let you in, and now she's faced with losing you in much the same way, and she can't do it. What hurts her the most though is knowing it would've been her fault this time; that her sunshine was actually gone all because she was trying to spice up an already amazing enough sex life by means of pointless jealousy.

Yelena watched her sister collapse to the floor, of course she knew why, and though it hurt to see her so visibly broken she also struggled to find any sympathy for the redhead. Still, she lowered herself to the floor and held her close while her body violently shook with sobs., "Lena, where is she?! I-I want to tell her I'm sorry, it was all so stupid, and now she's gone.," Yelena hummed in acknowledgment, one hand on her sister's back as she traced calming circles while her other was extending out to reach for your baby cactus., "Da sestra, you are indeed very stupid, she'll come back, but that doesn't mean you deserve her forgiveness."

Natasha sobbed even louder at the harsh truth her sister unleashed, and Yelena slowly moved the cactus beneath her sister's cheek in a sly attempt to do as you'd asked of her., "I know, but—.," Natasha paused as something harsh brushed against her face., "Lena, what the hell are you doing?," Yelena looked at her sister as if it was the most obvious thing., "Y/N asked me to come over to refill Marvin's automatic feeder, and to water the plants, so since you were crying so many of the rivers I thought I'd kill two pigs, with the one pebble."

Natasha blinks away the remaining tears, her sisters words turning her off from her own grief., "So she has access to her phone then?," the question slips out and Yelena simply nods, always having refused to lie to either one of you for the other, regardless of the circumstances.

Natasha laughs, the short and bitter rumbling in her chest a bit of a shock to the blonde., "So, instead of facing me she's hiding? Leaving me to cry myself to sleep every night without even a text to let me know she's alive?!" Yelena was quick to stand as her sisters anger festered, moving around your apartment rather quickly in an attempt to avoid her sister's wrath, but it wasn't working,, "I can't fucking believe her! She didn't even talk to me about it! She just ran off like a big fucking baby, that's it, I'm dating an actual child.. When did that happen?! Maybe this was a sign, yeah? That nothing good is ever meant to last, and I should just put an end to the misery now."

Yelena dropped the bag of kibbles onto the floor much to Marvin's delight, in three quick strides she was face to face with her sister, and though her face was neutral she was pissed., "No Natalia, you don't get to be mad here, you tried to make the already insecure woman jealous, and it's not like it was a random floozy, no, it was your ex fuck buddy Bucky Barnes.," Yelena's hands were gripping onto her sister's shoulders tightly, shaking her with every word.

"Running was her defense mechanism, it's called fight or flight, and you triggered it by bringing back up her falsehoods of never being enough.," Natasha shook out of the hold and fell back onto the couch in a shamed silence., "Do you know how many nights I had held her trembling body after Sharon and Maritza?," Yelena was crying herself as she recalled it all, "Then I put all my trust in you to take care of her heart, and somehow after a year of success you just fucked it all up, then have the nerve to act like the jilted party here because she's taking her time with forgiving you."

Natasha just looks up at her sister as if she were a wounded puppy, and the blonde sighs., "If anything you should be proud of her Nat, because the old Y/N would've come running back to you without a single doubt, and I would have resented you for it had you let her do it." The redhead nods, and settles her cheek atop of her bent knees, eyes returning to the TV once more and the blonde takes that as her sign to go, leaving with a kiss to her forehead, and a text message sent to you.

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*Go home, and either fix this or set her free.*

It's not that you didn't want to go home, because you missed your own bed like crazy. It's that you felt like an idiot for just running out, and accepting a mission in a fit of anger. You'd been completely off your game, and Maria wound up having you replaced after the third day when you took a bullet to the left shoulder that left you incapable of helping.

Being in the shield medical wing in a foreign country left you with a lot of time to think, and to read all of Natasha's hundreds of messages where you were able to not only see, but feel the desperation as it jumped off of the screen and settled into your cracked open heart. Regardless of her thoughtless flirting, you felt inclined to forgive her as it didn't take you much reading to realize her true intentions. You'd refused to have the conversation over text though, because so much gets lost through digital communication, and you wouldn't want anything else to go wrong.

Fortunately for the sake of your relationship Maria promised she'd pick you up today, the mission proving rather successful even with your hiccup, and you were relieved for that. The relief was short lived as the next wave of anxiety rolled through you, and it was directly linked to having to face Natasha after a week of inexplicable silence, Yelena's text didn't help you to stay calm, nor did watching the angry footage from your home security cameras.

Nonetheless, you loaded into the jet with a nervous smile on your face, and spent the entire three hours in the air going over what you should say. Much to Maria's dismay too as she was forced to play the role of a soundboard. When she was shoving you out of the jet faster than you could unbuckle with the excuse of mission reports you were chuckling, then for the fun of it all, or to simply call her bluff you texted Fury 'You're welcome for the increased productivity, expect Hill's reports by 5pm.,' You knew how much the commander hated all the paperwork, her usual excuses were actually pretty funny but you felt she deserved this slight for being so pushy.

The uplifted mood was short lived when you climbed into your car, excruciating jolts of pain radiated all throughout your body as you were forced to use your shoulder to drive around, but once you got settled on the road the pain had faded. It just couldn't compete with your stuttering heart the closer you got to your apartment. You'd taken the long way to give yourself time to calm down, even stopping off for a quality bottle of vodka and loads of snacks in preparation for the hypothesized long night.

Entering your own place had never been a point of stress before—come to think of it, neither had talking to your beautiful redhead. This is the first official form of dissension to ever arise in your otherwise solid relationship. Sure, you've definitely had arguments over the little thing; like cleaning up after oneself, or Marvin's diet, but it always ended the same—with cuddles and laughter as Natasha would grumble that her bra does indeed belong on the coat rack, and you'd reluctantly concede that five pieces of salami as a treat for 'being adorable,' was a bit much for the lazy feline.

The both of you were insanely stubborn, opinionated women who took their time in falling but subsequently loved really hard. Which really only leaves room for two routes, this will either be resolved instantaneously or it will become a heated blowout, and you just hope that if it's the latter that it doesn't mean everything is coming to an end, because now that the anger had faded you couldn't seem to imagine your life without the woman.

She was the woman of your dreams after all.

After shaking out some nerves you steadily put the key into the knob, quietly opened the door, then nearly collapsed at the sight of your space. A week, in seven days time she'd managed to make it a filthy mess, it was rather impressive. Funny too, because nobody else knew that she was a slob, her record for being all put together would crumble if you just sent Tony a picture. Shaking your head of the deadly idea you move in to pet an impatient Marvin behind the ears, then peer into the living room to see Natasha.

She was sleeping, you'd say peacefully but the tear stained cheeks, and body tremors gave way to the truth that she was in total misery. Settling your items onto the counter you pulled down two shot glasses in preparation then left it all on the counter so you could approach the love of your life without needing booze first., "Tasha...," she shifted, even grumbled some, but she remained asleep., "Honey, I need you to wake up, I think it's about time we talked."

Natasha was deep in a nightmare, one where you had that exact talk, and it wasn't anywhere close to as sweet as you're trying to be. It was an all out screaming match, and your words were haunting: 'A natural heartbreaker, you don't deserve me, and more to the point you're unlovable.,' 'You're just the common man's whore Natalia, always eager to please, a total fucking slut.,' 'Hope whoring yourself out was worth it Nat, because you've lost me for good.'

Your last words being, 'Get out, and never come back, you're no longer welcome here!,' was what officially did her in.

The phrases were so unlike you, deep down she even knew it was a horrid dream, but she just couldn't bring herself out of it, nor could she stop herself from believing every single word. How could she when they were her own thoughts being projected at her by your form? In real time her body was violently shaking, tears dripped down her face as she whimpered vaguely audible pleas, 'No. Please...,' The sight of her so broken was beyond devastating, and guilt began to gnaw at you for ever thinking silence was the best remedy to the situation.

Sadly your soft approach wasn't working, no amount of light shaking or whispered comfort brought her out of it, so in a desperate attempt to awaken her you slapped her across the face. Her reddened cheek only deepened at the sheer force you used, and in a perfect display of karma you were laid out on the floor with how abruptly she sat up; wincing as your shoulder took the brunt of the impact, and groaning as it consequently throbbed. Natasha's bleary eyes downcast to your pained form on the floor, and without much thought she jumped on you, only furthering your pain, but this time you did your best to mask it in favor of comforting her.

No words were said while you laid on the hardwood floor, holding tightly to Natasha's sobbing form all while whispering reassurances to the clearly distressed Avenger., "It's okay...," "You're going to be alright honey, I got you...," "It wasn't real, this is real, can you feel that? Whatever you saw it was a lie, your brain was tricking you, please, come back to me love.," With each soft phrase her body began to relax, her sobs faded into sniffles, and she somehow nuzzled even further into your chest for the much needed comfort.

Once you felt she was calm enough you decided now was a great time as any to cut the silence., "I'm so sorry for leaving honey, it's no excuse but something broke in me when I saw you and Bucky so close together. It was like all those years where I silently pined after you, where you had always kept me at an arms length, but now that I finally had you the idea that you were bored already really twisted me up.," While you sighed you felt her body tense., "Your messages told me quickly that I had read too far into things, but it didn't change how it made me feel, just made me regret my actions. It was too late to come back though, I'd been in Italy, stuck in their medbay...,"

Natasha cut off your speech with how quickly she lifted her head to peer down at you, lip trembling when she saw the fading scratches on your face, and her hands began to roam before you quickly cut their search off with a gentle grabbing of her wrists., "Angel, I'm okay now, please just let me finish up my thoughts.," Natasha melted into you again as you kissed her wrists, her willingness to fight at an all time low., "I really didn't know how to respond, and texting just felt so cheap, and a call impersonal. Now though, I realize even a simple text of 'Talk soon love.,' would have brought you some peace of mind, and I'm sorry I deprived you of that. I know that you're sorry too, I forgive you Natty, and I hope that you can forgive me too."

A loud sob broke from her chest at your words, your readiness to forgive her was both a relief and a stab to the gut as she felt undeserving. Her eyes shone with the various emotions as she pulled back to gaze into your honest pair. Her gaze fell to your lips for a millisecond, and you caught the longing in her eyes, so without anymore words you raised your hands up to cup her cheeks, wiping away her tears as you warmly smiled up at her before settling them behind her neck, and pulling her in for the kiss you'd both desperately needed all week long.

Natasha whimpers at the feel of your soft lips on hers, eagerly parting them as soon as your tongue had swiped across her lower lip, and she moaned once your tongue slid across hers. Her hands reflexively curled around and pulled at the hem of your shirt, causing you to pull back with a breathless chuckle as she moves to chase your lips,. "Baby, either you want my lips or you want my shirt off, now make a choice.," she narrows her eyes at you and softly huffs, but she leans back to allow you room to sit up.

Her hands return to the bottom of your shirt as soon as you're upright, then everything stops when she pulls it over your head and though you tried to hide it, it was of no use as she hears the shallow breath you take in, her eyes fall from your face to your stitched shoulder. Fresh hot tears immediately return to her eyes, and you see as the guilt washes right over her., "Natty, I'm fine, it's just an itty bitty scratch.," Her shaky fingers traced over the surface of the clear bandage, and her lip began to tremble.

"It's my fault...," her croaky voice gave way to just how little she'd actually used it, and just how much she'd been crying, your heart was back to aching as you gripped her chin to bring her eyes back to yours as you spoke., "No!" Natasha went to rebut but the stern look in your eyes told her it was pointless, and you were grateful to her easy submission.

"It's not your fault Tasha.," you reassured her as you moved to kiss her cheek., "I'm okay.," her tears falling into the bow of your lip, and you continue to whisper the words, oscillating between her cheeks until she ceases to cry., "This was a miscalculation, and it was mine.," you conclude, then with your hold on her back you pull her back in to pick the mood back up, and to cut her many contradicting thoughts off.

Natasha squeals as you suddenly use your arm to then hoist her over your good shoulder, she dangles freely as you get to your feet. Emerald eyes full of wonder are glued to your backside, and her hands almost move of their own accord as they joyously squeeze at your covered asset, "Hey!," your nervous hearts settles when she only giggles at your weak warning shake, and just simply continues to knead at your ass.

The atmosphere in the room shifts when you toss her onto your bed, her eyes shamelessly trail down your exposed torso, and they only widen when she notices the bonus appendage poking out against the fabric of your pants. Once her eyes finally trail back up they find your blown out ones staring back, but your expression is starkly different, almost stern., "Let's discuss the real problem shall we?"

She quirks her brow at you, but regardless of the overall confusion she nods desperately, hopeful that if she was compliant that you'd give it to her., "Well, my sweet girl needed my cock, I was too clueless to see it was all just a cry for my attention...," Natasha had to fight the scowl that tried to consume her face, even if you were telling the unfiltered truth, all this teasing about it still promptly annoyed her., "Funny too, because all you had to do was ask. I'd wanted to fuck you the moment you got back, but then you were ushering me off to Stark's fiftieth gala of the year with silly plans of your own, because sometimes my sweet girl only thinks with her needy pussy huh?"

As if on cue Natasha's thighs are rubbing in search of friction, your hands were quick to throw them back open, as you settled your leg in between to prevent further disobedience., "I'm not into the whole jealousy thing, I don't need it to handle you properly...," you mused, and Natasha gulps when your hands shove her down by her shoulders so that she's flat and beneath you as you are now hovering over her.

"Tell me though baby, who do you belong to? Seems you might've needed the refresher." Your name dies in her throat when you sink your teeth into her neck, you lick over the mark to soothe the irritated skin then lowly chuckle, "I'm sorry love, I didn't quite catch that, wanna repeat it for me?," Natasha glares up at your now smirking face, but your quirked brow in warning has her smoothing out her features just as fast., "I'm all yours daddy... Mind, body, heart, soul... Every piece of me belongs to you."

Your heart wholeheartedly warms at her honest words, but you keep your face teasing as the title she used fuels your lust ridden mind., "Daddy's girl can be so smart sometimes..." you tease, rolling the covered bulge against her for emphasis on your intentions, and it proves to work well when her hands fist at the sheets., "Tell daddy what you want baby, seems you're finally learning how to properly communicate."

Everything about the moment is overwhelming for the redhead; the way you're speaking to her has her mind and panties a wholly mess, all of your subtle touches prove to be too much, but in the same turn they're somehow not enough, and it's left her to squirm about as she tries her hardest to formulate words since you are willfully ignoring her bodies obvious answer., "I-I.," she swallows thickly when looking into your blackened eyes, all the color muffled by the lust coursing through you., "I need you to be inside me, please, just fuck me daddy..."

Natasha whines as you teasingly chuckle, her eyes tracking your every move, you lean into her, lips ghosting over hers while maintaining steady eye contact with the absolute beauty., “Suck daddy off baby, get my cock ready for your pretty pussy, then I’ll let you ride me.,” Natasha wastes absolutely no time, she surges forward to attach her lips to yours, and her hands wrap around you to flip your positions. Gentle as can be too, she makes sure that when your body slams into the mattress that your shoulder isn’t affected, and as she pulls you both into a sitting position she manages to prop an abundance of pillows behind you so that you’re not straining your muscles.

The care she shows you even in the heat of the moment has your heart swelling two sizes, but when watching her slip onto the floor with your sweats so smoothly you’re back in the moment. Natasha smirks up at you with her bottom lip caught between her teeth while her hand toys around with your strap, playing up the act of jerking you off, and you groan as she pushes down, causing the harness to rub you just right. Natasha’s eyes remain locked on yours as she runs her tongue over the tip teasingly, and you give her the silly moment, enjoying the little play for power, but you both know it’s all yours.

“Such a silly girl, you do know it’s only you who suffers right? Tease me all you want baby, but that just means it’ll be ages until I fuck you.,” You laugh out mockingly, settling even further into your pillows while watching her eyes widen with the realization, and you wink when she gives in, wrapping her lips around the tip and begins to bob up and down the faux shaft., “Such a good fucking girl, you look so hot when you’re on your knees for me.,” her loud gags every time that you jut your hips upwards aides you on your journey towards your release.

Natasha mewls when you take over for her, a hand tightly gripping her by her hair, and you relentlessly slam her head down while your hips ruthlessly fuck the strap down her throat. The sight of her at your complete mercy has you reaching your peak with a loud groan after only a few more harsh thrusts. Your hand slips from her matted hair, and Natasha slowly pulls herself off the dildo with a loud pop, a trail of spit keeping her connected to you until she’s leaning back all the way, her ass settling on her heels while she works on catching her breath.

She watches you through hooded eyes as you do much in the same, recovering from your glorious high, and just the sight of you in a blissed out state had her squirming excitedly for her promised reward. She can feel just how affected she is by your domineering actions, her slick actively dripping down her thighs and onto your carpet showing her as much.

You can feel her staring up at you, and you have to fight off a knowing smirk so as to not give yourself away. The goal is to have her so incredibly needy that she can’t take it anymore, and you don’t even have to wait long before her hands settle on your thighs with a harsh grip, a wordless whimper leaving her lips. “Mm…,” you hum to let her know you hear her, then you open your eyes to find a masterpiece; those doe eyes full of silent need, her disheveled red hair, and those plump, bruised lips that shine.

The both of you are having a curious stare off, Natasha was being so incredibly good as she humored you with feigned patience, but with one curl of your pointer finger she’s on you., “Sweet girl, go ahead, a promise is a promise.,” Natasha smiles at your granted permission, you return the gesture as you share a moment of gentleness, your lips sealing the pure feeling, and catching the hot moan of your lover as she slides down your cock with embarrassing ease.

Natasha bounces rhythmically atop of you with her hands on your shoulders, her head thrown back with her mouth agape in a state of bliss. With your right hand on her lower back you keep her steadied while she shamelessly uses you to work herself up, moving like a madman who’d been deprived of all forms of touch, and you feel that delicious pit in your stomach steadily tightening at the idea of being used by such a powerful woman such as herself.

Natasha arches into you even further when your tongue flicks over her nipple, while a set of fingers pinches at the other, her breathing becomes more erratic the longer you play with her breasts, and she rips your lips away to slam against her own when she just can’t take it anymore., “Daddy, I-I need to cum, please.,” Your hands move to her hips., “Let go then.,” you murmur before your tongue moves to explore her mouth, you then roughly lift her up, and slam her back down while also jutting upwards, your strap goes into her so deeply that you can actually feel when the soft skin of her hips beneath your thumbs tightens as her belly forcefully bulges out.

It intrigues you immensely, your entire body in relative awe when you pull away from the lips of your lover to catch sight of the bulge. Natasha’s entire body spasms when you don’t stop, unrelenting in your need to continue to see this phenomenon, and so for the final time you’d offer a resistance by pushing down on it. Resulting in an intense jolt of her body as she screamed into your neck, her rather sudden orgasm came flooding out, and in a show of absolute synchronization yours does too, but this wasn’t supposed to be about you anymore. You held onto her hips tightly, just taking a moment to revel at the sight of the deliriously beautiful, panting mess that perfectly resided in your stronghold.

Rolling off the pillows you push her into the mattress, continuing to slowly rock your hips, allowing her the chance to prolong the orgasm and for it to come to an end at a leisurely pace. You watch closely as her expressive face tells you exactly when to cease your movements., “Oh baby, you look so tired…,” you coo, and she whines when you move to pull out of her, but the fight is superficial as your words reign true.

“I’ll tell you what my sweet girl… I’m going to go get us a snack, and grab your half finished gallon of water, I’m so proud of you honey.,” Natasha smiles victoriously as you praise her before sweetly pecking her on the lips, then she cries when your warmth is gone from over., “Ah-ah, Don’t whine now baby…,” you warned, her face instinctually neutralizes, and you smile as you feel somewhat accomplished.

“After we take care of ourselves, and you show me my very best girl I’ll let you cock warm daddy so we can take our well deserved nap. When I eventually wake up, I’ll then reawaken you by relentlessly fucking you into the next morning, sound fair?” Natasha frantically nods, and so you rush off to work your magic.

Returning in record speed with a plate full of garlic hummus and various means of foods to use for dipping, you feed the tired woman until she’s pushing your hand away much like a baby, and you chuckle at the show of delirium., “All done? Use your big girl words.,” you tease, and though beyond tired she’d still managed to narrow her eyes at you, and you playfully stick your tongue out at her before settling your lips to hers in a play for distraction.

Natasha happily sighs against your chest when you reenter her with minimal effort, and you sigh once your body is perfectly molded to her., “Detka…,” you tiredly hum in a nod for her to go on., “I’m so sorry, and please let me say it. You didn’t deserve—.,” your finger settles over her lips, and she groans at the silencing., “Natty, apologize to me later if you must, I’m too spent to properly address you, and that isn’t really fair to either of us. Come morning time I promise I’ll accept it all the same, so sh.”

Natasha settled into the mattress, slinging a blanket over your conjoined, naked body, and her arms wrapped around you protectively., “Sweet dreams detka, I love you.,” you tiredly smiled and kissed her bare chest., “I love you most my sweet girl, rest up, because I promise my dreams will be anything but sweet.”

Truth be told there was still a lot to hash out, but that seems like a tomorrow problem for the more level headed versions of the both of you. You’re more than content in the lusty bubble, and don’t wish to ruin the highs with hurt feelings, and Natasha’s submission tells you she’s on the same page as you.

Of all the ways this could’ve played out you’re just happy it was your fantasy third option, and that most of the tears were pleasurable…

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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Healer

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Y/N has powers that run through her family, but when she finds herself in a hospital bed with no recollection of her memories or that she has her powers, she seeks some comfort in a certain redhead. Who knows what she’ll find.

Warnings: Injuries, guns, (mind control??)

Word Count: 3.6k

A/N: I’m thinking I could potentially do a part 2 to this if you guys are interested?? I’ve got so many ideas in my head for fics rn<3 again, not proofread, ignore any mistakes please<33

Taglist and Requests are open!

All your life, you’ve had these powers. They ran deep in the family, going back to your ancestors many lifetimes ago. They were used for healing, protection. When the old village was overcome with disease and ailment, everyone knew to visit your family with the hope that they’d help. They didn’t need to understand the gift that blessed the Y/L/N’s, they didn’t have to inquire and ask questions, they just needed help, and your family was always willing to provide.

This story was passed through generations, as did the gift, to every firstborn daughter. The idea was that it was a reward for the kindness your ancient ancestors showed to others, sacrificing their food, their water, their shelter, while asking for nothing in return. Supposedly, they helped an old lady one night who turned out to be a witch, one who had the abilities to pass on such a gift. You never really gave it much thought, in all honesty, it sounded like a disney tale you watched as a child. But when you turned sixteen, you felt it. It was like a warm rush flew through your body, not uncomfortably so, but enough that when you told your mother, she simply smiled and told you the one sentence you’ve never forgotten.

“The gift looks good on you.”

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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do you have any writing you're working on

i haven't been active due to how busy i have been these past few months, but i am currently working on a movie night fic which is nat x reader

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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when are you gonna update so sick of you? i really love that series.. no pressure tho

hopefully soon, i've been very busy lately, but soon i should have an update <3

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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guys watch me go speeding today

Yes Officer

Summary: Y/n does what is necessary to get out of a speeding ticket. (ACAB but not when they look like a sexy redhead assassin.) AU.

Pairing: Police Officer! Natasha Romanoff X Female! Reader

Class: One shot: smut

Warnings: degradation, fingering, strap-on sex, semi-public sex, abuse of power, name-calling, dub-con.

Words: 2.2k

"Crap." I muttered to myself as I barely made it past a red light, checking my rear-view mirror to insure I didn't cause an accident unknowingly. I was going a little bit over the speed limit- okay, maybe a lot, but I have a very good reason. I was enjoying being sat at home watching Friends before my friend Sam called me.

"Y/n! You gotta come over, Bucky got his foot stuck in the toilet again!"

"What the fuck Sam help me!"

I mean, I can't not witness that. And so, here I am speeding down the highway wearing only my comfy over-sized shirt. The route to Sam and Bucky's place was quiet at this point, and so I didn't have to worry about hitting traffic. So, imagine my surprise when a police car pulled out from an unnoticeable side road amongst the trees and caught up close behind me. The flashing blue and red reflected from my rear-view mirror. Maybe they're not for me? My hopeful thought was corrected by the loud chirp of a siren, signalling me to pull over.

"Fuck!" I yelled, pulling over to the side of the road. I should of just got Sam to film it. Seeing the police car pull in behind me, I began to rifle through my glove box to search for my documents. My actions were halted by a knock on my window. With a roll of my eyes I put it down.

"Yeah, yeah I know. Licence and-" my sass was cut with a hitch in my throat when I turned to face the police officer leaning on her forearms against my door. Jesus fucking Christ, if all cops looked like this maybe I wouldn't hate them so much. Dressed in a navy uniform, a beautiful redhead stood before me, taking her sunglasses off to reveal a pair of menacing green eyes. Maybe I'm hallucinating, but I swear for a millisecond I witnessed them dip to my exposed thighs.

"-registration." She finished my statement.

"Uh- here is my registration" I handed her the crumpled set of papers with a shaky hand. A shiver ran up my spine when her long, slender fingers brushed up against mine as she took them from me. "But, I don't have my licence. I'm really sorry but I left the house in such a hurry I forgot my purse."

"And may I ask where you were going in such a hurry?" She barely glanced at my papers, instead continuing to hold my gaze, something dark swirling behind her irises.

I bit my tongue from spilling the truth, no way am I going to embarrass myself in front of the hottest woman I have ever encountered. "Family emergency."

Her eyes narrowed as she let out a dissatisfied hum, leaning forward more and giving me a flash of her cleavage beneath her collared shirt. I clench my thighs together as I immediately felt my lace panties begin to dampen. Her gaze trailed down my un-modest body, looking calculated as she watches me shuffle uncomfortably.

"It's a serious offence to be driving without a licence Miss..."

"Y/l/n." I confirm. "I have a licence, I just don't have it with me currently Officer..."

"Officer Romanoff." She replies to my sass with a twitch of the corner of her lips, her expression falling into a villainess smirk. "Well that just won't do Miss Y/l/n. I'm going to need you to follow me to my car so I can run your plates without you driving off."

With a groan and an embarrassed once over of my outfit, I hesitantly nod my head. She moves out of the way and eyes me up and down as I step out of the car with a blush on my cheeks. I stand there for a moment as the breeze flutters the bottom of my shirt, exposing where the top of my thighs meet the beginnings of my ass. I wrap my arms around myself, attempting to cover the evidence of my hardened nipples. I mentally try to convince myself it is because of the cold, but really I know her wandering eyes and intense presence have something to do with it. I notice the clench of her jaw as she traces the curve of my waist slightly before leading me towards her cop car with a hand at the very base of my back.

"Hands against the vehicle please Miss Y/l/n."

"P-pardon?" I stutter, please don't tell me I'm getting arrested because I wanted to witness my idiot friend with his foot stuck in the toilet.

"I need to search you before getting in an enclosed space with you for my safety. I'm sure you understand." I really don't think this is how these things are supposed to go, and judging by the condescending tone to her voice, she knows that too. She also knows that I can't say much to disagree.

My face is gradually getting hotter the more time I spend so close to her, and it is about to get a whole lot worse. With a heavy sigh, I press my hands against the top of the cop car facing away from her. She immediately presses flush against my back, her hands brushing up my abdomen towards my breasts. She lightly grazes over them first, the tips of her pointer fingers lingering over the stiff peaks. When I don't speak out at the intrusion, she becomes more invasive, grasping my tits and massaging them in a tight grip. I feel my pussy begin to pulse as she lets out a quiet grown against my ear. She continues to stand tight against me as her hands trail down my sides, grasping my ass cheeks next. I can't help but let out a whimper this time. I should be pushing her away and screaming profanities right now, but instead I push back my ass into her grip with a breathy moan. She lets out a low chuckle, knowing I am putty in her hands. She moves her hands from my ass to my hips, pulling me even closer against her. With her crotch now pressed tightly against my ass, I can feel a hard bulge. I can't help but let out a cheeky comment.

"Is that a gun or are you just happy to see me Officer?" I giggle.

I let out a loud gasp when I am interrupted by her thigh suddenly pressing between my legs, I worry she can feel my warmth and wetness through her trousers. "Spread your fucking legs" she spits through her teeth, roughly grinding her hips into me until I am forced to lean my full weight against the car. Her knee pries my legs apart and her nails graze down my thighs as she crouches behind me. I feel a cold hand lift my shirt up, settling it at my waist as her other hand lightly brushes against my clothed slit. The slight touch already has my toes curling and quiet whimpers leaving my lips.

She continues to prod the wet patch. "Such a slut getting so wet when you're in trouble, fuck." I let out a louder whimper when as she attends to my clit through the lace.

"I think you know what you need to do if you want to get out of this ticket darling." I know what she is doing is completely wrong and manipulating, but I'm afraid she might be right calling me a slut because I would gladly let this woman ruin me, ticket or no ticket.

And so, I nod hastily in response. "Please." I whimper.

She stands up, leaning over me and once again grasping at my breasts. This time she takes the time to twist my nipples between her fingers. "Please what?" She rasps.

"Please Officer Romanoff, fuck me."

With that, she immediately pushes my panties to the side and pushes a finger into my sopping hole. "Fuck you're so wet, such a dirty whore letting a stranger put their fingers inside your greedy pussy aren't you?"

I let out a loud moan as she squeezes in another finger, fucking me at a pace so fast I can barely keep my knees from buckling. A car drives past as I start to feel myself rise to a climax, the sudden realisation of being in public causing me to duck my head.

"No." I let out a yelp as she grasps my hair with her other hand, tugging it back so I am looking over the top of the car. "Let them see. Fuck you're so hot baby, people need to see."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck I'm going to cum." I squeal, tears peaking at the corner of my eyes. They slide down my flushed cheeks when she suddenly pulls her fingers from my tight entrance. I hardly have time to whine about my lost orgasm before she pushes her fingers coated in my juices between my lips. I lapped at them with my tongue, sucking hastily.

She groans at the sight. "Such a talented mouth baby, lets put it to some good use." With that, she tugs me to my knees by my hair and undoes her belt buckle, pulling out a large strap from her trousers. Well that explains the bulge. "Go on, suck my cock slut. Get it wet so I can fuck your tight pussy with it."

Moaning at the thought, I take hold of the base of the silicone cock before kitten licking the tip and sinking it into my mouth. She grunts at the sight, bucking her hips and making me to gag as the tip hits the back of my throat. I continue to choke as she takes hold of my head with both hands, fucking into my mouth without care.

"Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this." She watches as drool leaves the corner of my lips as the strap leaves my mouth. Pulling me up, she opens the back of the car and sits in the back. "Come here slut, sit on my lap."

I rush in following her demands, taking off my underwear and straddling her thighs. She taps my slit with the cock a few times, causing me to whimper and chase the feeling by grinding down on the shaft.

"Such a greedy baby." She tuts, before slipping the tip inside.

"Oh my god!" I gasp, sinking down fully on the thick cock. She takes hold of my hips, arms flexing as she bounced my up and down.

"You're taking me so well babygirl. What do you say to me for making you feel this good?"

"Thank you." I cry, throwing my head back as the appendage hits my g-spot repeatedly.

She slams me down right to the base, the sound of me hitting her thighs matching that of the hard spank she gave my ass. "Thank you, what?" She seethed, grabbing at my throat and squeezing.

"Thank you Officer." I wheezed, still enthralled with the feeling of being so full.

"That's right." She lifted me off of her cock into her strong arms, pulling me flush against her as she manoeuvred me onto my back across the seats. Standing out the door, she tugged me to her and bent her knees, sliding the strap back into me and immediately picking up a fast paste.

My back stung as it got dragged across the rough material of the seats as I bounced around like a ragdoll, moaning loudly as I once again began to reach my peak. "Fuck! Officer Romanoff please can I cum?" I cried, reaching my hands out behind me in an attempt to grab at anything to ground me.

"Cum around my cock slut, cum now." She gave my clit a hard slap causing a yelp to leave my lips, lifted one leg up into the car and continued to fuck me mercilessly. The hard thrusts had the car rocking, the actions inside being painfully obvious to anyone driving past.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" I cried, the immense pleasure distracting me from the pain of my head crashing against the door as Officer Romanoff leaned over me, reaching an angle where I could feel the large cock protruding against my belly as she pushed fully into me in deep rough strokes.

"Fuck yes baby, me too." She grunted, the base of the strap rubbing against her own cunt just right.

The walls of my pussy tightened, sucking her into me as I let out a long moan. Her hips stilled and she pushed her face into my neck, a hand sliding underneath my shirt so she can roughly squeeze one of my tits, the other bracing herself at the side of my head. After lying there heavily breathing for a minute, she slowly pulled back and tucked the trap back into her trousers. I let out a pathetic whimper at the feeling of emptiness, cum and juices dripping out of my hole.

Ignoring the soreness, I climbed out of the car after her and attempted to fix my hair.

"I'm feeling kind today Miss Y/l/n. So I'm going to let you off with a warning. Just don't let me catch you speeding again, okay?" She smirked, before getting behind the wheel and driving off.

If that's the punishment I get? No promises.

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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holy fuck

Truth or dare with an innocent obliovus (sub) reader and she's playing truth or dare with dom nat, dom carol and dom wanda and they start off as innocent harmless dares until they start daring virgin, inexperienced reader who's never touched herself before, to do some very naughty dares .. and reader does it because she doesn't realize that it's smutty and she's shy and so adorable 🥺

Reader's a lucky gal

1k words

Warnings: innocence kink, masterbation, virgin reader, dub-con (including it just to be safe), fingering, oral, physical restraint and gagging

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"Dare." You said confidently as you looked between your friends, trying very hard to keep your line of gaze above their collarbones. It was difficult, especially when you had already caught multiple glimpses of the defined muscle on Carol's arms and abdomen. The delicate lace of Wanda's red bra was just as tempting to give your attention too. And you couldn't forget the way Natasha's thigh muscles flexed everytime she moved. Just the thought of your friends in front of you made the uncomfortable aching between your legs throb. You didn't understand what that was about, you never had.

Your seemingly harmless game of truth or dare with the trio had soon rid Carol and Wanda of their shirts and you and Natasha of your pyjama bottoms. You had been shy at first but grew increasingly more comfortable the more the game progressed to more truths. It had been a while since you had chosen dare and after a few teasing comments, you gave in.

"I dare you…" Natasha looked around the room thoughtfully before catching the eye of her friends. You didn't catch the knowing looks they passed between one another, only seeing the small smirk on Natasha's lips. "To touch yourself. Right there." She said as her eyes darted down to the space between your crossed legs that your shirt hung over.

"What?" You asked, baffled at why she would ask you to touch such an intimate place, especially in front of them.

"You know the rules." You looked to Carol who seemed deadly serious as she watched you in anticipation. Wanda didn't say anything, only leaning back on her hands and biting her lip softly as her eyes fixed on where your hand should have been.

Tentatively, you dropped your hand to your legs and let it disappear beneath your baggy shirt. Carol groaned and told you to lift up your shirt so they could see and you did so with a flush to your cheeks. You weren't sure exactly what you were meant to be doing, so you rubbed beneath your waistband first then down further when you received no indication that that was right.

Your breath hitched slightly when you unknowingly touched your clit through the fabric and felt your wetness seep further into your parties. You blushed more, praying your friends couldn't see it.

"Fuck." Wanda husked. A soft whimper fell from your lips at her response, revelling in the way her voice dripped with lust.

"Press harder." Nat ordered. You moaned at the pressure and bucked your hips up to meet your own hand.

"Ah ah." Wanda tutted and shuffled on the carpet to sit behind you, placing you between her legs. She held onto your waist firmly as you sat flat against her front. The brunette dipped her head forwards and hummed into the crook of your neck, nipping the sensitive skin that made you forget all about touching. Luckily for you, Natasha was more than happy to pick up where you left off.

The widow held your thighs in her strong grip, allowing Wanda to free her hands as her friend ripped the front of your panties to expose you to her completely. You shuddered at the cold air hitting your pussy.

"That pretty pussy would look so good with my strap filling it up." Carol mused allowed but huffed when Natasha blocked her view by licking a long strip of your folds.

You gasped and frantically tried to lift your hips to chase your friend's tongue but she held you down stubbornly. Wanda shushed your whines as she massaged the soft skin beneath your shirt and cupped your breasts gently. She gave them a testing squeeze as Natasha parted your lips with her tongue and slipped it further through your folds to collect the wetness that had her taste buds tingling.

A slightly calloused hand gripped your chin and tilted it upwards to look at Carol who smirked down at you.

"Such a precious little thing." She mused and stroked your parted bottom lip with her thumb.

"She'll look so pretty when she falls apart." Wanda added.

"She's definitely a keeper." Natasha chuckled against you. You whimpered, somehow feeling forgotten while being the subject of their conversation.

"You make such cute noises, princess." You preened at Carol's work and leant further into her hold. "Let us hear them all." She pushed two fingers passed your lips easily and watched as your eyes widened. She stroked your tongue with her digits before pushing them further towards your throat. The length of Carol's slender fingers had never gone unknown to you, but that moment when the pads brushed your gag reflex made you appreciate them more.

You gagged on the blonde's fingers as Wanda pinched your nipples teasingly and rubbed the hardened peaks between them. Natasha was still teasing your entrance with her tongue until she suddenly wrapped her full lips around your throbbing clit and sucked. You moaned around Carol's fingers and squirmed in pleasure.

"You like when Nat makes you feel good, baby?" The Captain asked and you nodded eagerly. She smirked as you continued to moan breathlessly, drooling down her hand.

Natasha quickly started to fuck you with her tongue while relishing in the sweet sound you were making because of her actions. She thrust her tongue and curled to tease your g spot and hummed against you everytime she knew you felt it with great pleasure.

Your stomach started to tighten and your breathing became increasingly laboured. Your moans were louder and you tried harder to buck against Natasha's hold. You didn't understand what it was you were feeling and you were worried it was bad.

"I think she wants to cum." Wanda said with a tease, reading your body better than you could. You squirmed more as your high grew closer.

"No holding back for us, malishka." Natasha spoke lowly, sensing how you were trying to hold off.

You clenched desperately around her fingers as you shuddered in Wanda's hold and moaned around Carol's fingers. "That's it." Wanda cooed as you came hard, head fuzzy from the pleasure that hit you like a bullet.

You were limp in Wanda's hold as Natasha sat back and Carol withdrew her fingers. "What was that you were saying about your strap, Carol?" The brunette asked, already planting the idea in her friend's heads.

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just gonna start leaving all my packages by my neighbors house

special delivery || natasha romanoff

summary: your neighbour natasha gets your mail when you’re not home, and one day a particularly interesting package arrives at her home.

warnings: 18+; smut, Amazon delivery drivers (yes they have their own warning, cause they’re assholes), degradation, daddy kink, pet names (detka, good girl, sweet girl), strap on use (reader receiving), dumbification, sort of innocence kink? but like not really, a tiny bit of overstim at the end.

pairing: neighbour!nat x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k

a/n: this was inspired by a post by @onmykneesforwanda. I….I tried my best. This is the first piece of smut I’ve published so none of you can hate on me if it’s bad.

Amazon delivery drivers were assholes. That’s all you could think of as you stormed out your front door.

Despite leaving very clear instructions on the website every time to leave the package in your recycling bin at the side of your house, they always ignored it and instead left your packages with one of your neighbours.

Sometimes you wondered if they were all in cahoots and did it just to piss you off.

Sometimes it was alright because the delivery guy would leave it with your neighbour to the right, an old lady who you didn’t really see ever leave her house. She was always annoyed when you knocked on her door, but her anger was directed at the drivers and not at you, so talking to her wasn’t all bad. You at least both shared a hatred for Amazon.

The problem was when they left your mail with your neighbour to the left.

Natasha Romanoff. A Russian immigrant who moved here when she was a kid.

The redheaded woman wasn’t horrible to you. Anything but. It was the fact that you were insanely attracted to her which made it nearly imposible to knock on her door.

The Russian worked for some tech company up in the city, but she was more the brawn than the brains. As far as you could figure out from what she told you, her main job was to protect Tony Stark, the billionaire philanthropist who ran the company. But given that Stark had about a million different security guards, that gave Natasha plenty of free time to drive you to madness.

You stalked up Natasha’s driveway, catching a glimpse of her through the living room window.

You jogged up the front steps, realising you had no idea how you were going to get past your blushing to ask for the package as you rang the doorbell, and a second later Natasha was opening the door, a sight which made your breathe catch.

The redhead was wearing a tank top, her strong muscles rippling from where the fabric cut off on her broad shoulders, a braid flipped over the side of one of them. She seemed so relaxed, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed and smirking at you. That god damn smirk. It would be a miracle if you didn’t faint or just outright drop dead before even asking for your mail.

“I think these delivery drivers are doing it on purpose now.” Natasha joked, although you barely heard what she was saying as you tried to focus on anything other than her biceps flexing.

“Yeah…it’s getting really inconvenient.” You laughed awkwardly, pulling at the end of your dress to give yourself something to do as you tried to distract yourself from the way her shirt rode up her abs when she reached to scratch the back of her head.

“Why don’t you come in and I’ll give you your package?” Natasha suggested, nodding into the house as she pushed herself away from the door, stepping aside to allow you to walk in.

You nodded, sliding past Natasha and into the front hall. The setup of her house was pretty similar to yours, just on opposite sides. There was a tall staircase leading to the second floor, pictures of Natasha’s friends and family lining the way up, her living room just off the the left of it, which Natasha led you into.

“So…where’s my mail?” You asked awkwardly, cringing at your slightly impatient tone as Natasha plopped herself down on the couch, manspread.

You were careful with your words when you asked, avoiding Natasha’s use of the word package, which she used intentionally, unbeknownst to you.

You weren’t one to normally buy sex toys, especially not on Amazon of all places. The strap on that was sitting in a box somewhere in Natasha’s house was an impulse buy, which you were embarrassed to admit was bought after you saw her working out in her garage on your way home from work a week ago, the door left wide open as she lifted weights, sweat glistening on her arms and forehead.

The smirk never left Natasha’s face as she stared up at you, leaning back comfortably with a cocky look on her face.

“Come and get it.” She told you, patting her thigh, and your eyes widened as you spotted the slight bulge in her sweats.

She was wearing your fucking strap.

You suddenly felt like you were in a bad porno with an even worse title to match. A blush stained your cheeks as you continued to stare at the print in Natasha’s sweats, something which didn’t escape her notice and only fuelled her arrogance.

“Come on, detka.” Natasha coaxed you towards her, leaning forward to grab your hand and pulled you into her lap. You ground your teeth together as you felt the tip of the strap grind against your clothed cunt, cursing yourself for wearing a dress since you didn’t have the thickness of jeans to help you maintain at least some of your dignity.

Natasha’s fingers wound themselves in your hair, tugging your head to the side to expose your neck, which her lips immediately began ghosting along, sending shivers up your spine as she pressed light kisses to your throat, “Let me make you feel good.”

Somewhere within the haze that clouded your head, common sense broke through. You started shaking your head as Natasha began sucking deep purple marks into your skin, although you made no attempt to push her away.

“We can’t do this. It isn’t right.” You told her. Natasha sighed as she stopped sucking on your skin, instead running her lips up and down the column of your throat.

“Why?” She asked, pressing kisses under your jaw after every other word, “We’re both single. Nobody else is here. And don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you watch me when I work out, sweet girl. You can pretend to act innocent all you want, but now I really know just how much of a little slut you are.”

Her words made heat pool in your lower belly and you had to bite your lip to stifle a whimper as you discreetly tried to grind down on the strap, which of course Natasha noticed.

“Look at you.” She chuckled, suddenly grabbing your hips and forcing you to fully push against the strap. You had to bite your lip even harder, to the point of almost breaking the skin, to stifle a whine as you gripped at her shoulders for support, “Come on, detka. Grind against my cock like a good girl.”

The name, along with Natasha’s firm grip on your hips and the feeling of grinding down on her, almost made you loose control, burying your face in the crook of Natasha’s neck to try and hide your flushed cheeks.

“Aw, don’t go all shy on me now, sweet girl.” Natasha cooed, and in a second you found yourself being pulled to your feet and your front was bent over the arm of the sofa, ass in the air.

“You look so pretty like this.” Natasha said as she pushed up the skirt of your dress, leaving your bare ass on display for her, your thin cotton panties being the only thing now covering your centre.

You were eventually unable to mute your noises as Natasha began grinding the strap into your ass, a guttural moan leaving you at the action.

“Come on, tell me what you want, pretty girl.” Natasha encouraged as she cupped your sex, her fingers just barely touching where you needed them most.

“Please.” You begged, your resolve finally breaking as you tried to roll your hips against Natasha’s fingers, “Please, Natasha. I want you to fuck me.”

Natasha’s hand gripped your chin, forcing your head around to look her in the eyes.

“Do you have a safe word, detka?” She asked softly, her concern melting your heart a little bit.

“Yes. Red for stop, yellow to slow down.” You nodded as much as Natasha’s vice grip allowed you to.

“Good girl.” Natasha praised you, immediately settling back into her dominant demeanour, releasing your chin and sliding your underwear to the side before suddenly plunging two fingers into your pussy.

“Daddy!” You cried out suddenly, the title even making Natasha faulted for a second before a smirk plastered across her face.

“You like this, baby?” She asked, her thumb moving to lightly play with your clit and her fingers moved in and out of you, “You like being a good whore for daddy?”

You nodded your head eagerly, a mixture of whines and moans leaving your lips as you begged Natasha for more. What she was giving you was just barely enough.

“Use your words.” Natasha commanded, removing her fingers from your core when you failed to answer her out loud, pulling away from you completely.

“Yes daddy, I like being your whore.” You quickly reconciled, huffing in annoyance when Natasha didn’t start touching you again.

“Getting impatient, detka?” Natasha teased you, chuckling at your small huffs and whines.

Natasha reached out towards your hip, hooking two fingers around the waistband of your white cotton panties and pulled them slowly down your legs, letting them pool at your feet.

“So wet for me and I’ve barely even fucked you yet.” Natasha taunted, grazing your slit to collect the wetness that had begun to spread onto your thighs, “You’ve been so good for me. I think you’re ready now.”

Confusion clouded your brain at her words until you felt the tip of her strap rest against your entrance and you caught a glimpse of Natasha’s sweatpants being kicked away in the corner of your eye.

“You want my dick inside you, baby? You want me to fill you up with my cock?”

“Yes please, daddy.” You moaned, embarrassment flooding your body at how needy you sounded, “Please fuck me hard with your cock.”

“Aw, such good manners.” Natasha told you, and you preened at the praise, “You’ve been so good for me, such a good slut. You deserve a reward.”

A second later Natasha was sliding the fake cock into your dripping cunt and you practically screamed in pleasure as she bottomed out inside you, the redheads teasing until that point having made you drip down your thighs.

Natasha pounded the strap into you, setting a brutal pace that had you moaning so loudly you were sure the neighbours could hear, although you were too far gone to care as you rutted back against her.

“God, who would’ve thought innocent y/n would turn out to be such a desperate little bitch?” Natasha grunted, “Look at you. Your desperate pussy is practically sucking in my cock.”

“Fuck! Faster, please!” You babbled, Natasha smirking down at you. She complied, her thrusts picking up in pace as she fucked into you, moaning herself at the view of you writhing beneath her and the strap rubbing against her clit.

“Such an eager little cockslut.”

Your pathetic moans mixed with the sound of skin slapping together as Natasha continued to mercilessly degrade you. The strap hit the perfect spot in the back of your pussy every time, drawing out loud and deep moans from you.

The sofa began to shake as Natasha pounded into you with force, and you found yourself quickly reaching your climax as the coil in your stomach tightened.

“Daddy!” You moaned as Natasha reached around you to start rubbing harsh circles on your clit, the other resting on your hip to give her leverage, helping her reach an impossibly deeper angle in you.

“What do you need, detka?”

“Wanna cum, please!” You pleaded, your words slurred from pleasure.

“Yeah? You close, baby? Wanna cum on my cock?” Natasha asked as her strap continued to slosh in an out of your cunt.

You nodded fervently, incoherently begging for release in between wanton moans and cries of pleasure. You couldn’t even understand what you were saying, but by some miracle Natasha understood your mindless cries.

“Cum for me, slut. Cum all over your daddy’s cock.”

At those words your orgasm hit you, your vision blurring slightly as you came the hardest you had in a long time. Your knees buckled under your weight, and if it wasn’t for Natasha standing closely behind you with her hand on your hip you would have slid down the back of the couch.

You whimpered as Natasha continued to fuck her strap into you even after you had came down from your high. You attempted to move it out of you, but Natasha’s iron grip kept you bent over the arm of the couch.

“Too much, daddy.” You complained, wiggling your hips to try and shimmy away from her, only resulting in eliciting a groan from the redhead.

“Come on, detka. You can take a little more, can’t you? Take some more and let me cum in you.” Natasha swayed you, and you nodded in agreement, allowing the Russian to continue pounding into you.

“Gonna make daddy come so hard in you, dorogoy. You make the perfect little cumslut.” Natasha’s words reminded you that the strap you had ordered was a cum-filled one, spurring on your arousal as you felt a fire ignite itself in your belly again.

“Daddy.” You whined pitifully, squirming against Natasha as her breathes came out laboured.

“You already close again? God, such a fucking slut.” She chuckled, smacking your ass as her hips began to stutter and you knew she wasn’t far from the edge.

“Cum in me, daddy. Please. Need it so bad.”

A moan rumbled from Natasha’s throat at your begging, the redhead tilting her head back in pure ecstasy.

“Such a good little cumdump.” Natasha groaned, and almost immediately you felt the load of fake cum being shot into you, the feeling in your oversensitive pussy almost making you weep as you fell over the edge again, the pleasure overwhelming.

You hardly registered it when Natasha pulled out of you, a trail of your juices mixed with the fake cum leaving a trail connecting the strap to your pussy.

Natasha stepped out of the harness, throwing it, and the dildo, on top of her sweatpants a few feet away. She lifted you up by your waist, your short dress falling back over the curve of your ass as Natasha carried you back around to the side of the couch, laying down before placing you over her chest.

“Did you enjoy that, baby?” She asked as she stroked your hair, sleep already tugging at you.

“Mhmm.” You hummed along with some slurred babbling, your mind too scrambled to even come up with one coherent thought, causing Natasha to laugh.

“Aw, sweet thing. Have I fucked you dumb? Not one thought in that pretty little head?” You didn’t take notice of Natasha’s dark, almost possessive tone as you buried yourself further into her, seeking her warmth, “Don’t worry, detka. You can just be my pretty whore. You’re just a stupid slut who needs to be fucked dumb by her daddy, huh?”

Unable to even form the words to agree or disagree, you just clung to Natasha even tighter as sleep finally took you and Natasha smirked down at you triumphantly.

And now that she had you, there was no way in hell she was ever going to let you go.

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wandas-lunchbox · 2 years

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i love myself a good milf

mommy? sorry. - wanda maximoff

Summary: you ended things with your girlfriend and her mom wanted one last goodbye

Warnings: mommy kink, strap-on use, oral (r giving), smut 18+ only

Word Count: 2k

A/N: thanks bestie for the title and header @wickedmuses | and thank you guys so much for still following me even though i don’t post that much anymore <3

No one has permission to repost my work anywhere, if you see it please let me know.

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You walked up the step’s to your now ex-girlfriend’s front door, already looking above the doorframe for the extra house key. You knew she wasn’t in the house, she made sure to text you so you could go grab your stuff. Things didn’t end well between the two of you and so you both wanted to avoid each other.

You were fumbling with the doorknob when the door swung open, Wanda stood there with a smile, greeting you with just as much warmth as she did before you broke up with her daughter.

“Y/N,” She greeted with surprise, her eyes raking down to your shoes as her lips turned up into grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you back so soon.”

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wait this was so good-

can you do a fic where reader unintentionally breaks one of the rules by accident so she has to be punished but the punishment is being ignored by BOTH wanda AND nat and reader is uncomfortable with being ignored because it makes her feel invisible and like she's a ghost so like this is what happens, reader breaks a rule in front of wanda and nat but reader doesn't realize she broke a rule but wanda and nat punish reader without telling reader first, and they punish her by not acknowledging her presence and stuff then reader just breaks and starts crying and stuff, she's really upset until nat and wanda cave in and see what's wrong with reader because they didnt know that reader didnt realize she broke a rule and her punishment was being ignored by them

also nat is dom, wanda is switch (like wanda is sub to nat but dom to reader) and reader is sub also nat, wanda and reader are in a poly dom/sub relationship and dating

Oh my god is this ✨smut with a developed storyline✨?

Wanda Maximoff & Natasha Romanoff ~ 3rd Wheel

Warnings: debatable toxic traits, feelings of abandonment and unlove, fingering, praise, oral and hints of overstimulation

2.4k words

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You giggled as Sam made stupid sound effects every time he paused in telling his story. You were pretty sure the story wasn’t true but hearing him tell it was entertaining enough. He put his hand on your forearm as he laughed at his own comeback to some apparently ‘very real’ character in the story and you couldn’t help but laugh along with him. That was until your other arm was grabbed and pulled you to your feet.

“It’s late, we should go.” Natasha said curtly. You nodded and said goodbye to Sam with a tight hug and followed after the Russian as Wanda joined her at her side.

“How did your meeting go?” You teased the redheads. Officially, what you had just attended was a party. Unofficially, it was a chance for Natasha and Wanda to gather more intel for a future mission that they had been working on for months. Tony, to no one’s surprise, was more than happy to help by hosting the party and it was just like any other to everyone else. You had missed your girlfriend’s company at first, but had eventually started socializing with the others and the night had flown by.

When you were met with silence you assumed you didn’t hear either of their responses over the music so you sped up your steps slightly to stick close by. Once you got to the car you knew they were in a bad mood. It was one thing when one of them was mad but both of them was a whole other storm. Not that it was always bad. Sometimes they would take that anger out on you in the bedroom and you had secretly been dying to be fucked like that for a while.

You tried to make conversation a few times, telling the pair about Sam’s story and how it was probably about as real as fairies but they still didn’t respond. Of course, you had no idea that these things were just making them madder and that Wanda and Natasha were communicating silently most of the time, discussing the meeting as they ignored you. You gave up eventually and gazed out the window as you fiddled with the fabric of your dress.

Once you were home things only seemed to get worse. “I made dinner before we left.” You said as you looked under the grill to find that the three served plates were still fine and put them on the counter. You had cooked before getting ready because you knew your girlfriends were busy and were going to be hungry when they got home. You glanced at the two women to see Natasha undoing her girlfriend’s zipper and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades. You smiled at the tender site.

“Hey, where’s my kiss?” You teased as Natasha started towards the bedroom but shouldered right past you. You looked to Wanda but she didn’t spare you a glance either as she strolled through the apartment to your shared bedroom. You watched them go with a dry mouth and dragged yourself to the bathroom where you struggled to undo the zipper of your dress before finally succeeding after five minutes of struggling and sore arms. One of the redheads usually did it for you before you could even think to ask.

You stepped into the shower and tried to focus on the feeling of the hot water running down your body, hoping it would distract you from the dull ache near your heart. It didn’t work. You wondered if you had done anything to annoy them at the party but could think of nothing. With a disgruntled sigh, you turned off the water and stepped out of the safety of the shower. You quickly dried off and tiptoed to your now-empty bedroom to change into your pajamas.

When you went back into the kitchen you found only one of the plates was left. You glanced over at the living area to see Wanda and Natasha curled up together on the couch under a blanket as they watched TV and ate the food you made. They could have at least warmed mine up. You grumbled to yourself as you put it in the microwave and made yourself a drink. You trudged over to the couch but Wanda extended her legs to cover the free space just as you were about to sit down. You looked up at them both but their eyes were still glued to the TV.

You sat down tentatively on the armchair closest to the couch and started taking small bites of your food. You weren’t paying attention to the screen at all. Instead, your eyes kept flickering to the two redheads curled up on the couch together. They looked so warm and tender laying together. You wished so desperately you could be with them, but instead you just felt like an outsider. That had always been a big insecurity for you. Wanda and Natasha were both Avengers and you were just a normal citizen. You often wondered if you ever felt like a burden, the weak part of their relationship. You could never understand their lives the way they could, you could only watch. Usually, you would voice your concerns and insecurities to them and they would assure you to no end that they loved you more than anything. However speaking had gotten you nowhere that night, so you kept it to yourself.

You sat in the living room for hours. You wanted to go to bed so badly. You were utterly exhausted and your eyes were starting to hurt from the lights in the room you wanted to be shielded from. But you were determined not to go until the other two did. You wanted to be curled up between them both like you always were. You wanted to feel safe and secure and most of all loved.

Finally, Natasha turned off the television and stretched out like a cat on the couch before standing and making her way to the bedroom, leading Wanda by the hand. You put your uneaten plate of food on the side to deal with the next day, too tired to even think about it at that moment. The pair instantly dropped down into bed and Natasha held Wanda tightly as she rested her head on the Russian’s chest. You gazed down at them longingly but forced yourself into bed besides them. You reached out your hand to tug weakly on their shirts, desperate for any kind of acknowledgement but received none. You withdrew your hand and held it up to your chest as you watched the pair. How long had they been craving time to themselves?

You slowly got out from under the covers and left the room without feeling their usual fond gazes on your back. You lingered in the hallway before glancing back and saw Natasha tracing circles on Wanda’s back. You gulped back tears and made your way to the spare bedroom where you slept alone for the first time in months.

You didn’t get up until lunch the next day. You didn’t feel like doing anything, especially not facing your girlfriend. You wanted to stay out of their way to give them the alone time they so clearly needed.

When you had finally dragged yourself out of bed and into the hallway you froze. Wanda’s moans could be heard clearly from your bedroom followed by sharp cries of Natasha’s name. You stood rooted to the spot as the pain in your chest grew worse. Since they had so keenly invited you into their relationship. The pair had never once done anything sexual without you. At first you had been flattered and insisted that you were okay if they wanted to do things by themselves every once in a while but eventually you had grown used to how things were. You had grown used to being included in everything.

Numbly, you made yourself a hot chocolate in hopes of it raising your spirits. Not long after you had finished, your girlfriends came wandering into the kitchen with a new glow.

“Do you want a drink?” You piped up, you could at least be helpful. Wanda grabbed something from the fridge as Natasha took out a glass from the cupboard and spun around to kiss her girlfriend on the lips with a soft giggle. Wanda smiled against her and hummed when Natasha’s tongue teased the Sokovian’s lower lip.

“I love you.” Natasha hummed and Wanda smiled with a blush as she said the words back.

“I- I love you too.” You added and took a desperate step towards them both, holding out your hands to them but they separated and started to stroll back into the living room. You watched on as tears sprung to your eyes. They didn’t say it back. They always said it back. “Please.” You whispered though you may have well have been talking to a wall. You whimpered quietly and weakly made your way to the guest room where you closed the door and fell down onto the bed, not being able to stop the tears streaming down your face. You curled up on yourself and hugged your duvet as close to your body as possible, needing something to cling onto like a lifeline.

You didn’t hear the door open through your muffled weeping. You did feel the gentle pair of hands on your waist and the dip in the bed either side of you. Your head shot up and you looked between the pair in panic, fearing they were going to tell you to go elsewhere for the day or even forever. Wanda shushed you softly and held your dampened cheeks in her hands.

“It’s okay, honey.” Wanda cooed and you whimpered as you tried to enjoy what you assumed was the last time she would hold you. “We’re not going anywhere and neither are you.” You peered at her cautiously and then Natasha who nodded gently.

“We’re sorry, baby. Sam was getting a little too handsy last night and you didn’t seem to notice.” Natasha explained carefully. You remembered the brief moment he had touched your waist and frowned at the memory.

“And you know letting people touch what isn’t theirs is breaking a rule.” You nodded slowly as Wanda added on.

“So your punishment was being ignored by us so you could learn but we took it too far.” Natasha admitted.

“And we never told you what was happening. We’re so sorry we made you feel this way, sweetie. We love you so much.” Wanda said as she kissed you softly on the lips as Natasha lay down behind you and wrapped her arms protectively around your waist.

“So so much.” She added.

“Promise?” You asked and Wanda lay down to join you and wipe your tears away.

“Always.”

“Let us show you.” Natasha whispered against your neck and you nodded as she rolled you gently onto your back and began planting soft kisses along your neck, occasionally lingering on patches of skin to suck dark bruises into them. Wanda titled your head towards you and kissed you slowly, cherishing the taste of you and wanting to reclaim all that she could.

Natasha’s hands started to wander down your stomach and landed at the hem of your sweatpants that she easily surpassed along with your panties. You gasped when you felt her fingers run along your folds and up to your clit. You bucked your hips and moaned against Wanda when she applied some pressure, all while the Sokovian started to retrace her girlfriend’s steps by running her hands across your breasts. Her thumbs brushed against your hardened nipples and she hummed against you.

Natasha finally pushed two fingers past your folds and relished in the slick that coated them instantly. She curled them gently inside you and withdrew to start about making a consistent pace that had you melting beneath them both.

“That’s it, sweetie.” Wanda assured in the most loving tone you had ever heard from her.

“Taking me so well. Our best girl.” Natasha hummed and withdrew her fingers. You whined softly but shushed when Natasha brought her fingers up to Wanda’s lips and slid them inside. The Sokovian hummed in delight around Natasha’s fingers, eagerly licking her slender digits before retreating to start down your body, determined to gain an unfiltered taste.

Wanda pulled your sweatpants and panties off completely and kissed up your thighs softly, taking her time in treasuring you just as Natasha had done with your neck. She gleamed at the sight before her and didn’t hesitate to lick a long strip between your folds. You mewled in Natasha’s hold as Wanda moaned against you. “Always so sweet.” She dipped her tongue inside of you and you clenched around her muscle with a gasp.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good for us.” Natasha praised softly as she started to rub your clit with her free hand. You bucked against both their movements, feeling beautifully overwhelmed by it all. Wanda’s tongue flicked inside you and you moaned loudly into the air, tempting Natasha to quieten you with a kiss while your other girlfriend continued to work between your legs that were beginning to shake.

“Please.” You whined as you felt your high approaching. The pair smiled at one another as they continued to please you.

“I can feel you clenching my tongue.” Wanda mused.

“Go ahead and cum for us, baby.” You did as you were told without a second’s delay. You moaned loudly into the air as you shuddered against the bed and came undone on Wanda’s tongue. The pair helped you ride out your high and into another orgasm relentlessly. They didn’t let up, making you cum again and once more, leaving you feeling utterly exhausted and overworked.

“That’s it, darling. You did so good for us.” Wanda praised as she fell down besides you and they both held you protectively.

“We love you.” Natasha muttered softly and you smiled.

“I love you both too.” You hummed, enjoying the warmth of your girlfriends’ comfort.

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