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wandasfox · 1 year ago

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— BE NICE ⴵ ᗢ

Pairing(s): daddy!nat x top!wanda x bratty!reader

Summary: natasha and wanda are a married couple deeply involved in a BDSM relationship as dominatrixes, who decide to invite a submissive (you) into their lives to explore these dynamics. you become jealous when natasha focuses her attention on wanda instead of you. their conflict escalates, leading to discipline.

Warnings: this story contains themes of BDSM, including dominant and submissive dynamics, spanking as a form of discipline, and emotional conflict involving jealousy. daddy kink also.

Author's Note: hehe, i hope you enjoy <3

Natasha and Wanda had been together for 10 years, their bond a perfect blend of love and respect. Their marriage was strong, having weathered numerous challenges that only solidified their connection. With a deep, abiding love for each other, they also shared a desire to explore their BDSM side more fully. Both Natasha and Wanda were dominatrixes and tops in their relationship, and they found immense pleasure and fulfillment in this dynamic. However, they felt that inviting a submissive and bottom into their relationship could enhance their experiences and add a new dimension to their lives.

Their search brought them to you, a 24-year-old with a fiery spirit and a stubborn streak. Despite initial reservations, Natasha and Wanda were captivated by your vivacity and undeniable charm. You had a spark, a kind of energy that was both invigorating and challenging. They saw in you someone who could bring a new dynamic to their relationship, someone who could push boundaries and keep things exciting. Your submissive nature and willingness to explore the bottom role made you the perfect addition to their BDSM dynamic.

It was a bright, sunny afternoon, the kind that made the world feel alive with possibility. The three of you were by the pool in the garden, a serene oasis framed by vibrant flowers and tall, leafy trees. You and Natasha were in the pool, splashing around and laughing, your playful energy infectious. For a while, everything felt perfect.

But then, Natasha decided to get out and sit on a sun chair next to Wanda, who was reclining with a book in her hands. Natasha offered to help her with the suncream, and as she gently applied it to Wanda’s back, they exchanged quiet, intimate whispers. Natasha’s hands moved with a tender familiarity over Wanda's skin, her lips brushing Wanda’s shoulders with soft kisses. This display of affection stirred a deep sense of jealousy within you. Natasha's attention was no longer on you, and it felt like a knife twisting in your heart.

"Natty, come back in the pool," you called out, your tone a mix of pleading and impatience.

"Not now, princess," Natasha replied, her voice calm but firm. "I'm sorting out Wanda's sun cream and then I want to relax for a bit. You can play by yourself for a bit."

"Please, Daddy," you begged, swimming to the edge of the pool nearest them. "Just a little longer. It's no fun without you."

Wanda looked up from her book, her eyes soft yet authoritative. "Y/N, drop it. Natasha is busy and she said she wants to relax."

Frustration bubbled inside you, and you glared at Wanda. "Why do you always get to have her attention?" you muttered, your tone dripping with bitterness.

Natasha sighed, her patience wearing thin. She had just finished suncreaming her back and leaned over and kissed Wanda's lips. This simple act of intimacy made your jealousy flare even more. You splashed water in their direction, a bratty smirk on your face.

"Do you two need a room or something?" you called out, your voice laced with sarcasm.

Wanda glanced over at you, her brow furrowing slightly. "Y/N, that's enough. Grow up and stop acting out. You're splashing water all over me."

You rolled your eyes dramatically, sending another wave of water their way. "Why don't you go sit somewhere else then?" you snapped, your tone petulant.

Natasha removed her sunglasses, her eyes sharp as they fixed on you. "Y/N, that's enough," she said, her voice carrying a note of warning.

Ignoring her, you swam closer and deliberately sent a large splash towards Wanda, soaking her legs and part of her dress. Wanda flinched, clearly upset, her calm facade cracking.

"Y/N, I said stop!" Natasha's voice was sharper now, cutting through the air with a tone that brooked no argument.

You looked over at her defiantly, a mischievous grin spreading across your face. "Why? She deserves it."

Natasha's eyes narrowed, her patience fraying. She stood up and walked purposefully to the pool's edge, her presence commanding and intense. "Out of the pool. Now."

You hesitated, then crossed your arms defiantly and stayed where you were. "No. I'm not getting out."

Natasha's gaze hardened, the air between you electrified with tension. "Y/N, I'm not asking again. Get out of the pool."

You shook your head, your bratty demeanor unyielding. "Make me."

Natasha sighed deeply, exchanging a glance with Wanda. Without another word, she walked to the poolside and extended her hand. "You have two choices, Y/N. You can come out willingly, or I can come in and get you. But you will come out either way."

Seeing the resolve in her eyes, you knew she meant it. Reluctantly, you swam to the edge and climbed out, dripping wet and glaring at Natasha.

"Good choice," Natasha said, her voice low and controlled. She guided you to the lounge chair where she had been sitting, her grip firm but not harsh. She sat down and pulled you over her lap, your stomach twisting with a mix of fear and anticipation.

"Maybe this will help you remember to respect Wanda," Natasha said, her hand coming down in a swift, sharp motion.

You gasped, the sting spreading through you, each swat firm and precise, driving her point home. By the time she finished, you had received thirty sharp smacks, your resolve crumbling, tears streaming down your face, mingling with the pool water still clinging to your skin.

Natasha helped you stand, her touch gentle now. She wiped your tears, her eyes softening with affection. "I love you, Y/N, but you need to learn that Wanda and I love each other too. You need to learn to share some of your love with Wanda as well, please. She's a part of this relationship too, and whether you like it or not, she is my wife."

You nodded, sniffling. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'll try to be better."

Natasha kissed your forehead tenderly. "I know you will. Now, let's go apologise to Wanda."

Together, you walked over to where Wanda was sitting, her expression still slightly hurt. You approached her hesitantly, feeling a heavy pang of guilt.

"I'm sorry, Wanda," you said softly, your voice trembling. "I shouldn't have been so rude to you or splashed you. I'm sorry I got your pretty dress all wet."

Wanda's face lit up with a small, warm smile. "Thank you, Y/N. Thank you for apologizing."

Natasha wrapped an arm around both of you, pulling you close in a comforting embrace. "We're a team, all three of us. Let's make sure we act like one."

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wandasfox · 1 year ago

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my head is so fuzzy rn

Was it worth it?

pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: you decided to be a little brat to get natasha´s attention, was it a good idea? depends.

warnings: swearing, alcohol consumption, smut!!!, dom!nat, sub!reader, spankings, the word 'whore' like two times, natasha being a bit rough at the begining, hair pulling, degrading, but also praising, overstimulation, daddy kink, finger sucking, not proofread, if anything else let me know!

word count: 3.3k

an: wrote bunch of fics, so enjoy the first one with natty:) also thank you for still liking my old stuff, i feel really happy about that, i appraciate it so much!!

You know it is a bad idea, but that won´t stop you from doing it.

Per usual Friday night, Tony is hosting enormous Avengers party and as always your girlfriend, Natasha, decided to go talk to someone else, someone who is not you.

So technically it is not your fault when you decide to have a little fun yourself, little bratty fun to be specific. You´re standing next to a bar stool, waiting for a bartender to make your drink, when you feel a light poke to your ribs.

"Your girl is busy, again?" Her eyes meet yours, her usual smirk on her face.

"Yup," you nod at Carol´s words, while you look away.

She still stares at you, "I know that look, you´re planning something, aren´t you?"

"Yup," you nod once again.

That makes Carol chuckle, "need help with that?" She asks even when she already know the answer.

The bartender finaly gives you the shot you ordered before, you pour it down your throat and look at Carol, "do you have anything more fun to do?"

"No, of course not." The blonde one just shakes her head, "watching Natasha lose it is my guilty pleasure." Carol adds.

"Good," you smile innocently, "let´s have some fun then."

Carol's hand is warm as it wraps around yours, her fingers curling gently but firmly, leading you through the tons of bodies on the dance floor. Her other hand slides to the small of your back, drawing you against her. As the alcohol starts to fuel your body the crowd fades away until it’s just the two of you moving in sync, lost in the rhythm of the music and each other.

Carol’s breath tickles your ear as she leans in, her lips so close you can almost feel them. “Having fun?” she murmurs, her voice low and sultry, sending a jolt of electricity through you. Her hand on your back presses a little harder, guiding your hips to sway in time with hers.

You match Carol's movements, letting the music take over, your bodies moving together, "uh huh."

She spins you around, her hands never losing contact, and you can feel the eyes of everyone around you, but most importantly, Natasha’s, she´s definetly watching somewhere, you can feel it. That only fuels your boldness, so you press yourself into Carol. Until you finally notice, that Natasha is standing in the corner on the other side of the dancefloor, her eyes dark and narrowed, fixed on you and Carol. It’s working. You feel a thrill of satisfaction mixed with the heat of the moment.

“I think it´s working,” she whispers, her eyes flicking to Natasha for just a moment before returning to yours. You nod. In this moment, with Carol’s hands on you and the music throbbing around you, it’s impossible to tell if you´re exited or terrified. And maybe, just maybe, that’s exactly what you wanted.

The intensity of the moment between you and Carol is fun, so much fun for a brat like you. But then, through the haze of heat and adrenaline, you catch a glimpse of Natasha walking from her spot, her eyes blazing with a mix of jealousy and determination. You´ve got this, remeber your goal, you can´t back down-

You barely have time to process what’s happening before she’s striding across the dance floor, her presence commanding and impossible to ignore. The crowd seems to part for her, and within moments, she’s right there, standing before you and Carol.

“I think you had enough,” Natasha exhale before she speaks, her voice is smooth, but there’s an edge to it, a challenge directed squarely at Carol. Her hand reaches out, not waiting for an answer, as she takes your arm, her grip possessive.

"Come on, Romanoff. We´re just having a little bit of fun, right (Y/N)?" With a final, lingering touch on your arm, Carol releases you to Natasha.

"Yup." You nod, while smiling at Natasha.

"Someone´s gotta pay attention to her, since you can´t do it." Carol is really poking the bear right now, but you love it.

The redhead tightens her grip around your arm, you´re sure you´re gonna have a bruise the next day, and it most definetly won´t be the only one. "We´re leaving."

"You´re such a party killer, Natty." Oh Carol´s words are way over the edge, but before Nat can drag you away, the blonde one leans in and whispers, "have fun." And that´s the only thing you know, before you´re almost thrown into the elevator.

"I wanted to stay there for little bit longer," you whine at her.

Natasha pins you to the wall in the elevator, thank god everyone is at the party. "Be quiet or I´ll give you a real reason to whine!" Her hand grip tightens by every second you look into eachothers eyes.

Oh she is mad mad.

Even though your breathing gets subconsciously heavier, you feel the shivers running down your spine, you´re not sattisfied with it, you just want bigger reaction out of her… you just want more.

"Oh whatever," you roll your eyes.

You rolled your eyes. Your rolled your fucking eyes at her.

"(Y/N), I'm warning you," Natasha's voice carries a familiar, unmistakable edge, and you know that look in her eyes all too well. Every time she gazes at you like this, it inevitably leads to a week of bruises so intense that sitting becomes a challenge.

Bing.

Natasha´s grip is still tight as it was before, now she´s dragging you from the elevator to your shared room. As she opens the door she push you inside the room, slamming the door close.

"Take off your clothes and kneel infront of the bed, I´ll be there in a second." She let go of your hand and walks to the kitchen.

You slowly walk to the bedroom, closing the door slightly behind you. Your heart is beating fast, the rhythm echoing in your ears like a drum. Adrenaline courses through your veins, making your hands tremble slightly as you reach for the doorknob. The rush of emotions and sensations creates a fog inside your head, a dizzying blend of excitement and nervousness.

It's as if nothing can touch you, not even the consequences of your actions. This invincibility makes you bold, so you decide that sitting on the bed comfortably with your clothes still on is the best decision. The anticipation of what might happen next makes your pulse quicken. You take a deep breath, trying to steady yourself, but it's no use—the exhilaration refuses to be tamed.

Your mind races with possibilities, each one more thrilling than the last. What will she do when she comes back? How will she react to finding you like this - not listening to her command once again?

You hear footsteps approaching, and your pulse quickens even more. The door creaks open slightly, and you look up, your heart in your throat, ready for whatever comes next. The adrenaline buzzes through you, making you feel more alive than ever, as you wait for Natasha to enter the room.

For a split second, a flicker of doubt crosses your mind. Maybe you’re pushing it too much. Maybe this boldness, this game, is teetering on the edge of danger. An alarm bell rings faintly in the back of your mind, a warning that this might be too far, too fast. But just as quickly as it comes, you push the thought aside. You quickly realize why are you doing what you´re doing. You want to push Natasha as much as you possibly can.

You can take whatever she will give you. At least that´s what you think.

But when Natasha opens the door, you know right away you should listen to her. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She´s holding… a wooden spoon.

"I-" she yanks you by the hair off the bed, all of your thoughts dissapearing from your head.

"Did I gave you permission to talk? I don´t think I did, did I?!" Natasha´s hands basically tore off your shirt and now they are trying to get into your pants.

You try to shake your head, it feels like the brat was never there and now you regret you were ever born.

Why did you think it was a good idea?

"You´re such a whore, letting Danvers touch you, rolling your eyes at me, breaking every rule I gave you and now you´re acting like you´re not capable of taking your own fucking clothes!" She basically growls out as she finally takes your pants off.

She throws them somewhere in the bedroom, "Natty-" you mumble.

"Get on your knees." You imedietly listen, being naked infront of Natasha who is still in her black suit is pushing you further and further into your subby space.

She smiles to herself, noticing your bratty autitude is dissapearing, your big eyes are looking up at her, her hand caress your cheek, your whole body is shaking, goosebumbs all around your body. You´re just waiting for what she will do next.

"Open your mouth," once again you do as your told. It is so easy to listen to her, you don´t even remeber why did you brat in the first place.

Natasha slides her thumb into your mouth, smirking as youre patiently waiting for her to give you permision to do anything further. "Go on, suck."

The way she looks at you, with those intense, penetrating eyes, makes your heart race and your breath catch. There’s a silent promise in her gaze, a vow that she will always be there for you, that she will always protect and cherish you, but there is a list of rules you have to follow all the time. Now you finally realize what mess you did tonight.

You want to make it up to her, so you do everything you can to put out a good show for her, sucking her thumb like a good girl, fake it till you make it right?

Natasha hums, walking away, sitting on the bed, the wooden spoon is still in her hand. You know very well to not move a muscle now. She stares at you - admiring your shivering body.

"For every rule you broke is a five spanks, do you know how many rules did you broke tonight?" At this moment her voice is like a warm hug, even though you know there is a big punishment coming, unlike someone, you still feel safe with her.

You shake your head, thinking it can´t be that bad…

"All of them, except one," she answers. "Althrough I think that, if you´d grind more on Carol, you would cum in a bit. Because you´re just a needy fucking girl."

You open your mouth to reply, but you don´t need more spanks, so you close it right away. Natasha notices it.

"Go on, what is it, brat?" She raises her eyebrow.

"I- I didn´t broke the… no touching rule, so that´s two." Natasha hums and pat her lap for you to lay on, you quickly rush to her lap, laying down so your ass is on display.

"So… you´re telling me that touching your tits while dancing with Carol doesn´t count?" You don´t respond, you don´t even realize you did touch yourself, while you were on the dance floor.

"I- I-" you stutter.

"Such a whore! You didn´t even realized what you were doing." She puts her hands on your ass, massaging you gently. "I guess I´ll have to teach you who you really belong to."

You. Are. Fucked.

"What is your safe word?" Her hand is so soft on your ass, you´re melting under her touch - not for long though.

"Red f-for stopping, y-yellow for slow down and uh- green is okay." You mumble as you try to shift slightly.

"Good girl," she smiles, traicing her finger up and down your back. "How does fifty sounds?"

Fifty?!

"I asked you a question," you can feel that her finger is no longer traicing up and down, it´s the wooden spoon.

"I-" what are you supposed to answer to that? "Okay."

"Okay, what?" She lightly spanks you with the wooden spoon.

"Daddy!" You wince, not because of the pain, but beause you know, this was a light one, "okay, daddy."

"Alright," Natasha nods, "I want you to count, each and every one. Got it?"

"Yes, daddy." You nodd quickly.

Natasha hums softly, and then the hell ride begins. As the wooden spoon makes contact with your ass, you wince sharply. It had only been two weeks since Natasha last spanked you like this—back then, it was just for talking back. This, however, is a whole new level.

"One!" you let out an exhale.

She didn´t wait a second and another contact was made, "two!"

After eight more spanks, tears and more shaking came, that´s when Nat´s voice pulls your from your thoughts. "Color?"

"G-green, I´m okay…" you mumble more to yourself than her.

She leans and kisses your head, "good girl, few more to go."

After twenty spanks you were a mess, absolutely regreting anything bad you ever did. Every eye roll, every single time you talked back at her, every single time you didn´t listen to her or broke a rule.

"Number darling… you don´t want me to start over, do you?" Natasha´s voice is calm, not a single signt of jealousy or anger anymore.

"No! Uh- um… twenty one?" You ramble out.

"Are you asking that or are you announcing it to me?" Her other hand is now carresing your bruised ass.

"Twenty one, it´s twenty one."

"And what´s your color, darling?" Natasha always knew when you needed a break, even when you didn´t feel it yourself. She knows you better than you know yourself. And you’re completely okay with it.

"Yellow." You take a deep breath.

Natasha puts her spanking tool on the bed, so she can but both of her hands softly on you. "I´m so proud of you, baby? Okay? So so so so proud," she kisses your head again, "look at you taking your punishment like a good girl." The warmth of her voice is matched by the warmth of her touch.

Her words carry a gentle power, each one carefully chosen and delivered with a kindness that makes you feel cherished and understood. It’s as if she knows exactly what to say to make everything better. When Natasha speaks, it’s like the world slows down.

"I just need a… a moment," you mumble as your voice is a bit cranky from all the tears tha fell during your twenty one spanks.

"Take as much time as you need, we are in no rush." There it is again, the sweet yet rapsy voice, that makes you feel like everything is alright, "remeber it is okay to stop fully, do not feel ashamed to say it, darling." You though that you can´t feel safer with Natasha, but she proves you wrong every single time.

After you took some deep breaths, you nod to yourself, "I- we can continue, green."

"Are you sure?" Nat looks down at you, her hand traicing up and down again.

You nod again, "green it is."

"Green it is," Natasha repeats your words, she already made up her mind, that you took your punishment like the bravest girl in the world. So her actions shocks you a bit, the next four spanks are light, almost like there are none.

"Twenty five." All of your tears are now away, she help you sit up on the bed, "but what about the rest?" You look genuinely confused.

"You did half of the spanks baby, I think you realized what you were doing is wrong, right?" She smiles at you, her fingers pulling some of your fallen hair behind your ear.

"I did realized that at like the third one," you answer honestly, which makes Natasha laughs.

"Good, I´m glad." She softly kisses your forehead, "lay on the bed, pretty girl." Without a second though you obey.

"You´re so fucking pretty," she mumbles as she towers over you. "All mine."

Under her gentle gaze, a warmth spreads through you, the feeling of being truly valued and admired. God how much you love her. She slowly kisses her way lower, from your pretty lips, to your neck, all the way to your responsive nipples, few kisses on your tummy all the way to your thighs. Until she reaches the part that was craving the most. Your pussy.

Natasha is making sure you feel how much she loves you, by each slow kiss she gives you. Her fingers slowly play with your clit, knowing it will make you needier. As she starts to eating you out, your hand reaches into her hair, pulling her closer to you. Once again… need more.

"Who do you belong to, baby?" Natasha asks in between your thighs.

"Y-you," you arch your back.

"Who, baby?" She knows your close, you´re almost there… you just need the one little-

"You! Daddy!" Push.

"Go ahead baby, let go for daddy." She dives back into devouring you.

"Oh my-" And just like that, everything was worth it at the end. You let out the most beautiful moan for her and only her. After few moments of going down from your high, you try to pull Natasha back to you, for a kiss and cuddle right after.

"Oh baby, we are most definetly not done with you," she smirks, shaking her head in between your thighs and she leans in, teasing you with her tongue

And she meant what she said—you weren't done after the second or even the third orgasm. Because you wanted to please your Natasha so much, you came seven times that night and Natasha looked like she was ready for seven more. But that fun is postoped to some other day. After the seventh most whiny orgasm you had, Natasha pulls you closer to her.

"It´s okay, there you go," she whispers into your ear, "I got you, just breathe for me, alright pretty girl?"

You breathe slowly in and out, taking long inhlaes and even longer exhales.

"Look at you being so good at listetning," she kisses your earlobe slowly, while whispering these words.

"Uh huh…" you nod slightly, closing your eyes to come down from your high.

"Who is my good little girl, hm?" Natasha pulls away so she can look into your eyes, she knows how overstimulated you get, especially after you´re bratting out like this, "I want you to say it, baby."

Your eyes slowly open, immediately melting under Natasha's gaze. "Me"' you mumble softly, feeling suddenly shy.

"Correct, you´re my good little girl. So good and so pretty for me," a wave of shyness wash over you, blending with a fuzzy, warm headspace that she effortlessly creates.

As she snuggles closer, her arms enveloping you, making you melt into her touch. There are some days when your aftercare is quick, since you both share this hectic Avengers life, but not today. So you´re cuddles can last forever and it most definetly feels like it. But after Nat notices that you´re bit out of your fuzzy headspace, she speaks up.

"Care to explain yourself?" Her voice is soft, yet the raspiness is cutting through, oh how you love it.

"You went away and that made me sad, I don´t want you to go to talk to someone else… I hate that actualy." You finally reveal, what bothered you.

Natasha chuckles and looks down at you, while stroking your hair, "now who´s the jealous one, sweetheart?"

"Oh, shut up," you mumble while relaxing on Natasha´s chest.

You can feel her staring at you and you quickly realize what you´ve just said, "sorry."

"That´s what I thought," she playfully slaps your ass and you whine at the touch to your still very sensitive body part.

Thank you so much for reading!:)

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