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Lion & The Lamb

Priest!Natasha x fem!reader

Warnings: g!p Natasha, manipulation, reader is 20 but innocent, corruption, innocent!R, Catholicism, smut, virginity loss, facefuck, cum facial, daddy kink, dark Natasha, religious guilt.

Context: I know women can’t be priests but in this world they can. Natasha is like an apprentice priest, not the main one. This knowledge with come in handy as you keep reading!

You don’t know how to stop them, these naughty thoughts about being touched inappropriately. These thoughts come to mind especially when you’re all alone in your bedroom. These thoughts are not unprovoked though, they usually come on Sunday night after seeing father Natasha at church. Your mind wonders about why her jaw clenches when she looks at you… it’s almost like she can look right through you and see these thoughts you’re having about her.

You can’t help but try to soothe the ache somehow. The throbbing between your legs is torturous, so you decide to sneak your hand down your panties, and begin to experiment with yourself. Your parents always told you that this is a sin, and sexual pleasure before marriage is downright wrong… but this feels so right. Rubbing sloppy circles around you cunt, not even you clit, makes you feel woozy. It’s not soon before you feel your belly coil in an unfamiliar knot. You keep going, feeling as if you’re on a roller coaster and you’re about to reach the peak of it. You don’t know what’s about to happen, but you can’t deny it feels incredible.

It happens, your orgasm washes over you. Shaking from head to toe, knowing this must be what your friends at college call an orgasm. The thing they always taunt you for never having had experienced. The guilt hits you as soon as your body calms down. You realize you’ve been thinking this entire time about father Natasha licking your wet cunt, and taking out her member and being the first person to enter you.

Time passes since your little endeavor, you’ve been back to church with your family. Every time you see her you would hang your head low with shame. You make the bold decision of facing your own actions, meaning you go to confessionals.

You began by saying how you’ve touched yourself and had these naughty thoughts about Natasha while doing so, and going into every little dirty detail possible. Maybe lost in your own growing arousal that comes with reliving it, little to your knowledge father Natasha sits on the other side of the confessional.

You’re finally finished with pouring all the guilt in your heart out, when you hear a familiar low voice rasp out to you. “Oh what a dirty little girl you’ve been, thinking about me when you touch yourself.” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment and shock. You can’t even manage to form words. The only sound you let out is a pitiful whimper, only furthering Natasha’s desire. “Aww princess don’t be so shy now… maybe you need a little help with all these dirty thoughts of yours.”

You wonder what she means by that, but you’re willing to accept whatever help she’s talking about. She breaks the silence, cutting through the tension in the air. “Go to the alter, take off all your clothes. Even those pretty little panties.” Your face has gone completely pale at her words, but you’re sure she would always lead you in the right direction. You do just as she says, no matter how humiliating this situation is. You can see her approaching as she keeps stalking towards you, until she’s just inches from your face. “Daddy’s gonna teach you about why this pretty little body has been feeling these things.” Daddy? You wonder why she’s given herself that name, but that wonder is quickly replaced by a wave of arousal. She kisses you, her tongue explores your mouth. You can’t help but to moan into the kiss, it feels so good. Your body is on fire now. She begins her lesson. “See these pretty things right here?” She grabs at your chest. “Sluts like you really love when they’re sucked on… played with.” Her plump lips attack your sensitive nipples, pinching and squeezing in between her sucking. She lowers herself to her knees, and licks a stripe up from your lower belly all the way to your neck before going back down. “And this pretty pussy my sweet girl, has a sensitive little bud that feels good when you touch it. Only daddy can make it feel good, nobody else.” She rubs circles around your clit, not very long before licking up your pussy and wrapping her lips around your clit.

You moan out in pure pleasure when she does so. You’re quick to cover your mouth in shame. She yanks your hand down from your mouth. “Uh uh doll, let daddy hear you. Wanna hear how good I’m making you feel.” A familiar coil is forming in your belly. “Daddy please!” You don’t even know what you’re begging for, but you need the feeling to go away. It feels too good, but is somehow scary and exciting at the same time. “Sounds like my sweet girl needs to cum for me. Let go baby, let it happen… don’t be scared, daddy’s got you.” That’s all you need to be sent flying over the edge. You’re a shaking mess. This feels like ecstasy. Through your high you catch a glimpse of her getting undressed. You see a hard cock standing at attention, your belly begins to tighten again. You don’t have time to gawk before she continues her so called lesson. “This little one,” She says as she strokes her hard cock. “Is the thing that makes your pretty little pussy feel so good. It goes inside that tight hole of yours, and fucks you.” You gasp at her words, wondering how it will fit inside you. It’s too big for you, not like the ones you’ve seen in textbooks.

“Now, lean back against the alter. This is gonna hurt at first, but then it’ll feel really good. Okay princess?” You nod, a little scared about the pain, but more focused on the pleasure she’s talking about. With total disregard to your body, she shoves her cock in roughly. Immediately bottoming out. You yell out in pain, nails digging into her back. “No daddy, it hurts to bad!” She’s lost in her own pleasure. “Shh shh baby I know, just let daddy take care of you.” She’s lost begins thrusting in and out of you, feeling your walls squeeze her like a glove. The pain quickly subsides as it turns to pleasure, the feeling of having her inside you drives you wild. The coils builds itself up again, and it’s not long before you’re informing Natasha that you need to let go again. “Daddy I need to cum again!” The phrase rolls off your tongue like you know what you’re talking about. “Come on baby, be a good girl and cum all over daddy’s cock.” You do as told, gushing all over her thick cock. It’s not long before she’s close too. “Gonna make daddy cum baby, feels so fucking good.” She pulls out, you whine at the loss. She pushes you down to your knees, lining up her cock to your mouth. “Open wide for daddy, gonna fuck this pretty mouth.” You open up and she wastes no time pushing her cock into your mouth.

She roughly fucks your face, while you gag and the tears begin streaming down your face. “Fuck baby, you look so pretty like this. Taking my cock down your throat for me… making me feel so good.” Your hands push against her thighs, begging for air. She pulls her dick out and begins stroking it at a bruising pace. “I’m gonna cum all over that pretty face baby. You want that? Want daddy to cum on you?” You nod yes eagerly. Thick ropes of cum shoot all over your face. She wipes it up with her fingers, then making you suck it off of them. “Taste daddy baby.”

She helps you stand back up, also helping you get dressed before she puts her own clothes back on. “Whenever you have those naughty thoughts again you come tell daddy, and I’ll make it all better little one… see you next Sunday pretty girl.” Oh how you look forward to it.

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Mommy Wanda gripping your hair tightly while she fucks her strap up into your mouth, moaning every time you gag and making fun of you.

"You're such a fucking mess, you know that? Awww, look at you, drooling all over Mommy's cock."

"You look so pretty like this, you know. Mommy's perfect little slut, hungry for Mommy's strap. You want it deeper?"

"Don't cry, darling. You know that only makes me want to fuck you rougher. Oh... you want that, huh? Good girl."

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In celebration of father’s day, let’s appreciate the one who fixed all our daddy issues. Everyone, repeat after me. Happy Father’s Day, Dadd—

[agathariosslut]

Rumpelstiltskin

Summary: Due to your carelessness, one of your bestfriend's favorite plant got perished but that one small action of yours became a chaos in an instant. You found yourself causing even more problems along the way, including summoning a wrong entity that will bind you into a consuming contract.

Pairings: Demon Natasha Romanoff x Summoner Female Reader

Word count: 3.1k

Tags | Warnings: +18 smut, fluff (kinda), top!Natasha, virgin bottom!reader, cunnilingus (r receiving)

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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You were lounging on your couch, your small form a tiny fitting. You absentmindedly swiped your hand across the coffee table, knocking over a potted plant in the process. The ceramic pot shattered on the floor, dirt spilling everywhere as the plant lay broken and lifeless.

The plant was one of Wanda's favorites. You knew how much she cared for each of her plants, treating them like precious children—well your best friend loved her plants more than you. So you immediately sprang into action, frantically gathering the broken pieces of the plant and trying to scoop up the spilled dirt. You panicked, knocking over a nearby vase in the process, causing it to shatter on the floor as well.

The room was now a mess, with shattered ceramic, spilled dirt, and broken plant parts scattered everywhere. Your panicked attempts to clean up the mess only made it worse, causing you to knock over a lamp and send books tumbling to the floor.

"Dammit, dammit, dammit!"

You let out a heavy sigh as you looked around at the remaining mess. You knew you couldn't afford to leave anything undone, not with Wanda's keen eye for detail. So you started to clean the broken lamps, put the books back in place, but you have no idea how to replace her favorite plant! Her children!

"She'll know, won't she?" you shakingly muttered to yourself, running a dirty hand through your disheveled hair. You looked around at the mess, knowing you still have a night ahead of you before Wanda comes back.

You whined softly to yourself as you vacuumed the rug, your imagination running wild with scenarios of Wanda's anger. "She's probably going to kill me...or worse, sacrifice me to have her plants back!" you dramatically collapsed onto the couch, clutching a throw pillow to your chest. You stopped your tantrum. Suddenly, an idea struck you with the earlier words that came out of your mouth. You bolted upright on the couch, your eyes wide with realization.

"Sacrifice...summon…" you whispered to yourself. An evil grin spread across your face as you formulated a plan.

You rushed to the bookshelf, pulling out a dusty, ancient tome from the section Wanda had labeled Cursed Spells & Failed Experiments, you had a vague recollection of them attempting a summoning spell from this book before, with comical results.

You flipped through the brittle pages, your eyes scanning for the summoning incantation. You paused, remembering your previous attempt—Wanda had mispronounced a keyword, causing a burst of colorful smoke and a very confused parrot to appear instead of an entity you two intended to summon before you two bursted out laughing.

The spell was there, marked with a crude drawing of a demon and a large X through it. You snorted, remembering how Wanda had insisted that the X meant "extra powerful" rather than "do not attempt." You cleared your throat, trying to ignore the strange feeling brewing in your stomach, you're not gonna summon a demon right now, instead an entity that can revitalized Wanda's plant, some creature of sort.

You laid out the required component; a candle, a small dagger, and what the book vaguely referred to as the essence of the earth.

Taking a deep breath, you began to recite the incantation, your voice low and gravelly. The ancient words felt foreign on your tongue, but you pressed on, determined to see this through.

"Spiritus sylvarum…" (Spirit of the Woods)

The very fabric of Wanda's home began to tremble and shake. Pictures rattled on the walls, and the furniture groaned as if the house itself was protesting the unnatural summoning.

"Exumbrae ad me…" (Shadows to me)

You didn't stop, eager to complete the ritual. Your voice grew stronger, more confident, as you spat out the final words.

"Revigorare plantae et herbae, in nomine terrae monstrum, oh no wait, matris—wait what?" (Revitalize plants and herbs, in the name of a mother monster, earth)

The darkness in the room grew denser and more intense.

A wrong slip of word left your lips, a shockwave of dark energy exploded outward. The refrigerator rattled violently, and the fluorescent lights flickered ominously. You expected to see an ethereal nature spirit materialize before you. Instead, a tall, imposing figure emerged from the shadows, her eyes glinting with malice and amusement.

The figure solidified, revealing the demon in all her terrifying glory. Her skin was pale as bone, her features sharp and angular. Her auburn hair braided and she was clad in black armor that seemed to absorb the light. Her gaze fell upon you, her expression one of utter disdain.

Her gaze returned to you, her eyes roaming hungrily over your form. Her crimson gaze was like a physical caress, tracing the curve of your neck, the swell of your breasts, the length of your legs. Her lips peeled back from his teeth in a predatory grin.

She is hungry.

Her gaze never left yours as she crossed her arms over her chest, affecting an air of nonchalance despite the hunger burning within her.

"Why am I being summoned upon, princess?"

You backed away involuntarily, your breath hitching in your throat. Her presence was overwhelming, her power pressing against you like a physical weight. You stammered, struggling to find your voice.

"I-I... I summoned you because... because…"

Your words tumbled out in a rushed, panicked mess.

"Ididntsummonademon!"

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you begged, your voice thick with desperation. You weren't sure if you were more afraid of her terrifying presence or Wanda's wrath if she found out you'd tampered with her precious plants.

"Why am I being summoned upon?" she repeated again, much firmer and scary this time.

"Pleasefixmyfriendsplant!"

She watched you with a cruel smirk, clearly enjoying your distress. She took another step forward, closing the distance between you.

"Aww, is the little mortal upset about a silly plant?" she taunted, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

Her laughter echoed through the room, cold and mirthless. "You expect me, a mighty demon, to fix a mere plant?" she threw her head back, laughing harder at the absurdity of it all.

"Stupid, stupid humans," she muttered, shaking her head. "Risking their lives for something so trivial." She reached out, her long, pale fingers caressing your cheek, tracing the path of your tears.

"How adorable."

Her laughter subsided, her gaze once again turning hungry as she took in your terrified state. Your fear was intoxicating, feeding her hunger and satisfying her more than any pleas for help ever could.

"Oh, princess, you don't know how much your fear pleases me," she purred. She leaned in closer, her breath hot against your ear. "You know what else would please me?" She whispered, her voice a dark, seductive purr. "If you'd make a bargain with me. Anything, in exchange for fixing that pitiful plant."

Her eyes glinted with eager anticipation as you nodded dumbly, your fear clouding your judgment. "Excellent," she hissed, her voice barely containing her glee. "A contract, at last! I've been so hungry for one."

"Hm, I do what you ask of me," she recited, her voice a dark rumble. "And in return, you give me something you own. Something precious to you." She paused, a wicked smile spreading across her face. She licked her lips, barely concealing her excitement as you nodded eagerly, surrendering yourself to the contract without a second thought. Your desperate obedience only fueled her hunger.

"Now let me see the thing that's worth risking your soul for."

You turned around, pointing a shaking finger at the pathetic plant sitting on the table. Its once-vibrant leaves were now shriveled and brown, the pot cracked, and the soil dry and lifeless.

"Magical, but finicky little things, aren't they?" she observed, circling the withered plant like a predator. "Out of the soil for too long, and they'll perish in an instant."

In a blink of an eye, the plant burst back to life, its vibrant green leaves unfurling as if they'd never wilted. She sneered, satisfied with her handiwork. She snapped her fingers, and Wanda's living room indeed, her entire house—was restored to pristine condition.

"There," you stared in disbelief, your mouth agape. That freaking quick?! "And I've done more than you asked of me," she purred, stepping closer. "I expect the same eagerness from you, princess." Her fingers brushed your chin, tilting your face up.

Your hand flew immediately to your neck, fumbling with the delicate chain until you pulled out an old, intricately carved locket. Tears welled in your eyes as you clutched it to your chest. "This...this is from my grandmother. She gave it to me before she passed away because it will protect me."

Her green orb eyes narrowed as she listened, a flicker of interest sparking in their depths. She stepped closer, looming over you. "Your grandmother's necklace, you say? How...sentimental." Her voice was a low purr, tinged with dark amusement.

The demon's gaze softened almost imperceptibly. She saw the pain and longing in your eyes, the struggle between your attachment to the heirloom and your desperate desire to have your friend's plants restored.

"And how was this trinket supposed to protect you?" her voice was gentler, curious. You took a deep, shuddering breath, your eyes shimmering with unshed tears.

"My noo—my grandmother was a wise woman," you said, your voice thick with emotion. "She told me that as long as I wore it, I'd always have her love with me. That it would shield me from darkness." You looked up at her, tears spilling down your cheeks.

She listened intently, studying your face as you spoke. A flicker of something almost like sympathy crossed her features before being quickly masked. She turned the delicate necklace over in her hands, examining it closely.

"Your noona...she's found peace, princess. A paradise beyond the reach of this world's sorrows."

You stared at her, shocked. Your jaw hung open, and your eyes widened. You had grown accustomed to her cold indifference and mockery. But this...this was something else entirely. A demon, an ice-cold demon, was comforting you? The king of hell might need some reevaluation with his armies.

She uncurled her fist, revealing the unscathed necklace. To your surprise, she stepped closer, her chilling presence enveloping you. Gently, she lifted the necklace, her fingers brushing against your skin as she secured it around your neck once more. She lingered for just a moment, her hot breath ghosting over your skin as she fastened the clasp with a soft click.

"I-I'm...I'm still pure," you stammered, your cheeks flaming red as you confessed. It was the truth and a secret that not even your best friend knows. And why in hell did you even say that?

"There," she said, her voice back to its usual detached tone. "Now, keep that... memento of your grandmother's love. I want something else in return." Her gaze sharpened, refocusing on you. "Something...that you possess," she finished, her eyes gleaming with an unreadable emotion. "A promise, perhaps. Or maybe a secret." She stepped closer, her voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper.

Her eyebrows shot up, surprise flashing across her face before her expression returned to its usual unreadable mask. "Interesting," she murmured, leaning even closer. "So, all this time, you've been... untouched." She reached out, her cold fingers gently tilting your chin up, forcing you to meet her gaze once more. "And why is that, little one? Why have you kept yourself...pure?" her voice was barely a whisper, her breath chill against your lips. "Is it because…you're waiting for someone special?" she finished, her eyes searching yours with an intensity that made your heart race. "Or perhaps…" her other hand came up to rest on your waist, her touch searing even through your clothes. "You simply haven't found anyone worthy of claiming your innocence yet?"

You turned your face away from her but her green orbs seemed to glow brighter. She leaned in closer, her gaze boring into yours, and suddenly, you felt a strange, invasive pressure against your mind. She was looking into your thoughts, seeing the truth laid bare.

Her words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken implications. You felt like she was peeling back layers of your soul, exposing your deepest fears and desires. Her hand on your waist tightened ever so slightly, and you found yourself leaning into her touch without even realizing it.

"Tell me, little one, have you ever toyed with your own innocence? Caressed your own flesh? Discover the secrets of your own body?" her words were like velvet-covered steel, coercive and alluring, drawing out the truth you'd never spoken aloud before.

She saw...everything.

Your reaction was immediate and visceral. Your breath hitched in your throat, and your heart skipped a beat as she spoke about your deepest secret.

She saw the night you'd snuck into your room, fingers trembling as you'd reached under your shirt to touch your small, untouched breasts. He saw your frustrated attempts to relieve the ache between your legs, your fingers fumbling and ineffective as you'd struggled to find any sort of release. Her lips curled into a wicked smirk as she withdrew from your mind, leaving you feeling violated and exposed. She brought her hand up to your face, her thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Oh, you poor, frustrated little thing," she purred, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. "All that fire, all that need, and nowhere for it to go. You'd touch yourself, so curious, so eager to learn... but your inexperienced fingers could never quite bring you the relief you craved, could they?"

"I will take your secret…and so is your purity."

Her eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as she sensed your hesitation and the war raging within you—the desire to submit to her dark temptations battling against your ingrained purity. She pressed her advantage, her hand sliding up your side to cup your breast through your shirt.

Shame and disgust at allowing a demon such intimate access warred with the undeniable pleasure of her touch. You felt pathetic, weak, as if you were betraying everything you stood for.

With a sudden, brutal move, she pushed your legs apart and shoved you back onto the couch, pinning your shoulders to the cushions. Before you could even catch your breath, she was kneeling between your spread bare thighs, her face mere inches from your dripping pussy.

You shivered at the touch, your breath growing shallow as the cool air hit your bare chest. She leaned down and whispered, "No one will ever care for you like I will, my precious little human." Her eyes gleamed with dark triumph as she finished unbuttoning your shirt. She pushed it off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "That's right, my sweet. You're mine now, bound to me by contract until the day you die." She traced patterns on your chest, her fingers dipping down to your belly, then lower, to the tie of your pants. "What a delectable prize you are."

"Look at you," she hissed, "So open, so ready. You may have sold your soul, but your body was made for me."

She lowered her head, her cold tongue flicking out to lap at your heated flesh. You gasped, your hips bucking forward, only to be held down by her strong hands.

Your fingers dug into the flesh of your thighs as you gripped them tightly, torn between the urge to push her away and the insidious pull to spread wider and invite more of her touch. You had, after all, sold your soul to her, hadn't you?

You bit your lip to stifle a moan as her cool, silken demon tongue delved into your wet folds. She licked up your juices, then pushed the tip of her tongue deep inside you, fucking you with it as she sucked hard on your clit. Your moans grew louder, more desperate, as she ate you out with a fervor that left you breathless. The sensation of her cold, demonic tongue inside you was unlike anything you'd ever experienced, and you found yourself pushing back against it, desperate for more.

"Oh God!"

"Even God won't help you right now princess…"

Your back arched, your body tension as an overwhelming wave of sensation crashed over you. You screamed, your voice hoarse with passion, as you convulsed against her mouth. She drank you down, her hands tightening on your hips to hold you in place as she continued to lap at your over-sensitive flesh.

She crawled up your body, she kissed and licked her way up your body, she left a trail of dark marks - hickeys and bite marks that would serve as her claim on you. She suckled at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, your lower belly, the undersides of your breasts. As she marked you, the dark bruises and hickeys seemed to glow with a faint, eerie light. The marks pulsed softly, as if infused with demonic energy. She claimed you as hers, marking you in a way that would be visible to all, a testament to her ownership.

"Mine."

She slipped off you, her eyes never leaving yours. "I want you ready for me, always," she said, her voice low and commanding. "When I come around, hungry...I expect you to be prepared. Understand?" she leaned down, her voice a silken growl against your ear.

"What's your name?" you asked, still weak from the pleasure.

"You'll never know." She said, her voice dripping with mocking sweetness.

In a blink of an eye she vanished, leaving behind an icy chill and an empty room. One moment she was there, her presence overwhelming, the next—nothing. No trace she'd ever been there, except for the glowing marks of ownership on your body.

You quickly gathered your scattered clothes, dressing hurriedly as you dashed out of the room. The cool air against your skin did little to soothe the heat that still coursed through your veins. You could feel the dampness between your thighs, a constant reminder of what had just happened.

Kneeling before the ancient book you had used for the ritual, you frantically flipped through the yellowed pages, your hands shaking. You scanned the text, your heart pounding in your chest.

"I have to break the contract…" you muttered, tears forming in your eyes as it darted back and forth, desperately searching for an answer.

Your breath hitched in your throat as you read the words, the implications washing over you.

"The contract can only be severed by a single path, when the summoner grasps the true name of the demon being they've bound, and utters it forthwith."

"You'll never know."

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Mistake

Summary: You can't make the same mistake twice.

Pairings: Professor Natasha Romanoff x College Student Female Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags | Warnings: +18 smut, ANGST, vile, mean, obsessive, hurt and dark Natasha, AMAB!Natasha, hate fuck, crying during sex (not dacryphilia), kind of dubcon, noncon breeding, pregnancy

Author's Note: Scheduled repost

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"Isn't Y/N your rival since like 8th grade? You always hated the girl man! How come you're confessing your feelings to her on our graduation day?!" Rhodey groaned while rubbing his entire face as he talked to his best friend who just told his deep shocking secret.

"That's when I started loving her too." Tony simply replied.

You and Tony were actually schoolmates since grade school. And you have always been a top performing student ever since, while Tony only got to show his skills and intelligence not until high school—late bloomer as they say.

Who would imagine that the shy weird kid back in grade school would turn into a big massive fuckboy slash science freak in high school until college?

"So what's the plan, man?" Rhodey can only ask. He and Tony have been side by side since forever so there is no way he will not support him in getting to you. "Tony, as much as I want to support you in this…thing. You know your reputation. First, you are Y/N's acads rival, as long as there are numbers and letters and numbers and letters mixed together you are enemies and everybody knows that. Second, you have a reputation of sleeping with so many women. You know you didn't have your name cleared about the sleep night with the entire cheerleading team two years ago, in fact you didn't want your name cleared because you liked having that reputation."

"That was two years ago, I'm different now, at least I am trying too."

"I can't believe this. But honestly, I'd hit that." Rhodey smirked, showing your beach photo wearing a maxi skirt, a crochet top and the black glasses you always wore.

"Okay, enough of that! That's…that girl is mine, man. Please bro code." He snatched his friends' phone away from him and turned it off. Tony doesn't need to look at your photos anymore since he had memorized each photo of yours because he had been checking on your Instagram for at least twice a day.

"I was just joking! Of course I wouldn't." Rhodey chased his phone and was able to get it before Tony put it in his pocket. "So what's the plan? How will you…you know?" he shrugged while looking intently at his friend.

"Don't worry, I'm never running out of plans and pick up lines." He let out a laugh while also flexing his biceps

"Hey, hey! Friendly advice man? Just cut with your bad pick up lines and be a man. You just told me she's the girl you want to marry and she looks like the type who wouldn't fall for jokes or pick up lines. This isn't any romcoms, if you want her to fall in love with you, compliment and admire her mind—her intelligence."

"O…kay…where did that come from? That was a good one, Rhodey. I never thought I would hear that from you." Tony tried not to laugh his ass off, but the words of wisdom his friend just told him was something he needed.

Rhodey just shrugged, a genuine smile on his face showing as he looked at his friend. "I've always had it in me, Tony. It's just you never asked for some advice. Besides, you're different and so am I. And now, seeing you genuinely in love with this girl? I just know you need some unsolicited advice from mister lover boy right here."

"Hey, I'm a mister lover boy too." Tony pouted.

"You can be. But first, we have 8 minutes to get to Mr. Coulson's class."

The two sprinted out of the cafeteria, not even noticing Professor Romanoff sitting in the corner, her nails grazing hard against her own coffee mug.

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"You're not gonna run for Latin?" you asked Tony, you were frustrated, you expected him to be your rival up until the end but when you knew you were the only one who filed for latin honors in your class, you were infuriated. You should be thankful, really, because you have no more competition but…

"I had 2.75 in molecular dynamics in 3rd year, if you didn't know. So basically, I'm not eligible to run for latin since then." You huffed at his reply, you don't know if it's out of disbelief or relief because he had that grade that made him not qualified for latin anymore.

"Did you purposely fail that class?" you asked him suspiciously. "Because I don't want to have it if you just basically gave it away. Like what you did in our elemag quiz bee during 10th grade, you said I only won because you basically let me, because you were just forced to join."

Tony pinched his nose, trying to hold a giggle. You are so cute, he thought to himself. Always so competitive and he loved every bit of it.

"I sucked at the subject, I promise, princess." He replied sincerely, not teasingly and provoking like he always was when he talks to you. Like when he tells you to calm yourself down before you internalize everything you had reviewed for a quiz bee, because it's just him you're gonna have to contend in some stupid quizzes.

You hated the man, but he's like a part of your system. You wouldn't function without him infuriating you—without him always competing with you.

"So…congratulations, summa cum laude." You were shocked at his words and genuineness but you didn't let him notice. For once, he didn't annoy you—for once—he's not your rival.

Before Tony could hand you the bouquet of tulips he was holding, a student suddenly rushed up to you.

"Hey, Y/N," the student said, her cheeks blushing as her eyes darted between you and Tony. "Professor Romanoff is asking for you in her office."

Hiding the tulips behind his back, Tony feigned nonchalance while you fought back your irritation. You couldn't believe it—even after all this time, he still had an effect on the women in your school. Unknown to you, the student had glimpsed the flowers he was secretly holding in his hands where she thought were for you.

"R-right now?" you stammered and the student nodded before bidding goodbye to the both of you.

“Are you alright?" Tony asked, noticing you turned pale.

As Tony asked you if you were okay, you found yourself blurting out, "Can you come with me?" you immediately regretted your words, silently cursing yourself for asking for help from the one person you loathed the most.

Despite the tension between the two of you, Tony agreed to accompany you to Professor Romanoff's office. As you walked, he fidgeted awkwardly, still holding the bouquet of flowers behind his back. Whenever you stole a glance in his direction, he'd turn away, so you wouldn't notice the bouquet peeking behind him.

The walk was filled with an uncomfortable silence, neither of you uttering a single word until you reached the professor's office.

Tony was about to reach for the door handle to Professor Romanoff's office, you quickly stopped him, passing him your bag. He shot you a questioning look, his eyes filled with concern as he asked, "Are you okay?"

You just gave him a small nod. He took your bag without protest and offered a reassuring nod in return.

"I'll wait for you here." He said, awkwardly holding your tote bag and wiggling his fingers as you go inside. His other arm was tired from having to hold the bouquet behind his back.

He could give it to you after, he thought.

⧗

You closed the door, but you deliberately left it unlocked. After a moment, Professor Romanoff emerged from the bathroom, her eyes scanning the room until they landed on you.

"Professor." You said, your head bowed in respect. Despite your fear and trepidation, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze.

She walked towards you, your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a cold sweat breaking out on your forehead. Your lips trembled, and your shoulders tensed up as if preparing yourself for the worst. Your shoulders grazed onto each other as she locked the door behind you, trapping you inside with her.

"Is the pictorial done for graduation?" she asked, it came out soft but cold.

You took a deep breath, gathering what little ounce of courage you had left and managed to stammer out, "Yes."

Professor Romanoff's eyes traveled down your body, scrutinizing your outfit. You were wearing a skirt that teetered on the edge of being too short, paired with a fitted white top and a cardigan. You fidgeted, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her stare.

"May I ask why I was being called, professor?" you asked, you bit your lip after for trembling too much.

"You're the only candidate for the Latin in our program. I talked to Professor Coulson and others in the faculty, and all of them said that your position is already secured for it not to drop below a 2," she stated. "Many professors are rooting for you to deliver your speech in 5 months."

And you? You desperately want to ask but you hold yourself back, keeping the question locked inside your mind. You wanted to speak less to her as much as possible, so you just nodded.

The room was filled with silence for several minutes, and you just stood there while she was still sitting in her office chair.

"I missed you."

Your heart literally dropped. The last time you had heard those words from her was two years ago, when you both had been caught up in a dirty secret affair.

"Didn't you miss me too? Detka?" you begged in your mind for her not to call you that russian pet names again, well, it's one of your weaknesses still after so long.

You shook your head side to side in denial and screwed your eyes shut, as if trying to block out the words and the memories they stirred up. The mere thought of admitting to missing her was too much for you to handle—because you did, you missed her so much and you hated yourself for it. So every time your heart flutters when you see her along the hallways, you move to a different direction just to avoid her or if your mind starts to think about her, you immerse yourself in studying which most of the time failed to work.

You tried to be strong and you think you're doing good at it. You told yourself as long as you're not going to be alone with her again, you'd be fine.

And you are definitely not fine right now...

"After you came back from your immersion program, you didn't talk to me anymore..." her voice was dark and tinged with hurt that had festered over the time you had spent away. "What happened to us?" she asked again. The question hung in the air, demanding an answer that you know yourself wouldn't be willing to give.

Because you just want to forget it, forget it all—forget her.

Her words echoed in the air, a single tear slipped down your cheek, your breath growing more labored with each passing second. You couldn't bring yourself to answer her, your throat tight and your body trembling.

"Did you even lo—"

You didn't let her finish, you don't want her to ask you that question because you're afraid about the answer that you had kept hidden, locked in the deep, dark corner of your heart.

"What I felt for you was…genuine."

What a nice way to put it.

"Genuine?" she huffed, she could take that one for now, Natasha thought. "If it's genuine then why am I a secret?"

"It was a mistake!" you rushed as if you were correcting your first statement. What would people think if they knew? That the top student in the university only got her achievements because she was basically a professor's cock sleeve?

"Nat—Professor…what…what happened before was a mistake. I told you that, right? And you know it too! We talked about it after I went to my immersion, that we'll stop. God, please, you know how wrong it was!" you cried desperately, it's not loud but it's enough for her to hear.

"Mistake?" she snapped and you can see the hurt in her eyes. "The bar, yes. That could be a mistake."

You cleared your throat awkwardly, memories of that night suddenly flooding your mind. The way the two of you danced, the way she laughed, how her lips tasted like whiskey...and then, the realization that hit you both when you're both sobered up. That was the night you first slept with her, so much for being drunk you didn't realize it was your professor—the professor you had a crush on.

"What about here?" she pointed to her desk, where she had pounded you for dear life after class because you had joked to her that if you get a perfect quiz then you'll have a reward from her—and you did, she had made you cum twice for the recitation and quiz she had prepared for class, specifically for you. "And there?" You looked towards her sofa, where a lot of things happened between you two. You sucking her off when she gets so frustrated during a meeting, riding her if she's too tired from paperworks—all the dirtiest kinks were done on that thing. Even the softest ones where you both cuddled up after you didn't win the regional college quiz bowl or when you straddled her while teaching her how to tie a necktie.

"Motels, my car, my apartment, here again in my office during prom where you begged me to fuck your ass while wearing your prom queen crown." Her voice grew darker, matching the intense memories playing out in her mind. "Tell me baby, were those a mistake too? It would really hurt my feelings if you said yes."

You sobbed, shaking your head side by side, trying to dispel the memories and she can see the fear and denial in your eyes. You can just walk right now and end this torturous reminiscing. But you felt trapped in place, trapped in those memories, and she was too—she was trapped in the need to make you remember.

"Please, stop." You hiccup, trying to hold back a sob. You continue to shake your head over and over.

"You can't just go around, fuck me up and then say that's it's just a mistake afterwards." She spat, standing to walk towards you.

She loomed over you, her tall frame casting a shadow, making you feel small and vulnerable. She could see you shaking, hear your ragged breathing and it only fueled her frustration.

"Bent over my desk with that perfect little ass in the air, waiting..." she moved closer, her hand reaching out to trace your collarbone.

She watched you scramble to your feet, a dark satisfaction gleaming in her eyes as you approached her desk. She followed close behind, her heels clicking on the floor. When you reached the desk, she pressed a firm hand between your shoulder blades, bending you over it.

As she bent you over, you let out a soft moan, your face pressed against the cool surface of the desk. She could see your body relax, falling into the familiar position. Her hand slowly inched up your skirt, feeling the soft fabric bunch under her fingers.

"You still remember, don't you?"

She stepped closer, pressing her length against your backside, feeling the thin barrier of her pants between you two. You found yourself grinding back against her feeling she was growing harder.

"Fuck you're still such a slut for my cock." She smirked as she gripped your waist. "Is it still a mistake? Huh? Slut? You grinding your slutty pussy back against my cock?"

You shook your head side by side, biting your lip to contain your moans.

"I need you to say it, slut." She spat.

"N-no, it's…it's not a mistake, professor." You said in a shaky tone.

Without warning, she reached down and unzipped her pants, pulling out her thick, hard cock. She wrapped her hand around it, stroking it slowly behind your back, the tip rubbing against your ass through your panties.

"Fuck, I've missed this," she pressed the head of her cock against your ass, rubbing it against your panties. "Gonna fuck this tight little pussy again, just like old times." She pushed aside your panties, revealing your vulnerable entrance, "Missed how perfectly you take me." In one smooth motion, she thrust forward, burying herself deep inside you.

"N-Nat!" your back arched even further as you cried out a breath.

"I missed you calling me by my name." She said in a ragged breath, "I want you to shout it so Stark can hear it behind those doors." Her other hand reached around to grab your hair, tangling it in her fist as she pulled your head back, forcing you to arch your back further and to look at the door of her office where Tony was waiting. You were too dumb to think how she even knew Tony was just outside the door.

"Ugh, ugh-gu—" your voice and moans only seemed to spur her on. She began pounding into you, the rhythm steady and intense. She pulled out slightly, just the tip still inside you, before slamming back in with renewed ferocity that made you cry.

"You made me struggle, everyday, seeing you walk around in those fucking skimpy clothes...and letting anyone touch you, but not me." Each word was punctuated by a brutal thrust. "I didn't reach you because I respect you so much, love you so fucking much. And I know you will run back to me eventually…"

"But you didn't…fuck, you didn't come back to me. Am I…am I that easy to let go, Y/N?" she asked with so much vulnerability and hate. "Do you know how hard it is to watch you go on for a day without me? When I couldn't?"

You felt some hot liquid dripping down onto your bare back, your clothes being bunched up…are those tears? You are too dumbed down to think but you noticed how Natasha held back a sob, covering up trying to sound cold and resentful towards you.

"Natasha…" you called out to her, you wanted to hold her against you but she snapped forward continuously and sloppily, hitting a spot inside you that made you whimper. "F-fuck!" you cried, it was loud and that made you cover up your own mouth.

Her climax hit and she buried herself to the hilt inside you, holding perfectly still as she rode out her orgasm. Waves of her hot cum filled your pussy, coating your insides, but she didn't say a word, she didn't tell you or even warn you. She just stayed frozen, her body shaking with the intensity of her release.

She gazed down, biting her trembling lip as she observed her cock, slick with both your arousal and her release, still buried deep inside you. A shudder ran through her as she felt the last drops of cum seep out on the tip of her shaft. Slowly pulling out, she couldn't help but moan softly at the erotic sight of her thick cum slowly oozing out of your well-used pussy. You innocently wiggle your ass as you move and it only intensified the lewd display.

You stood all by yourself and she calmly situated herself back into her leather office chair, cleaning herself up, refusing to look at your trembling form.

"N-Nat?" you called, a tear running down your cheeks. You saw her reddened eyes and flushed cheeks—you were right—she was crying, but so are you. You slowly backed away, frantically tugging at your disheveled clothes, you could feel her cum still dripping slowly into your panties. "Nat? Can we talk?" you tried again, you didn't like the feeling of this. You felt used.

"You can go now." She said flatly, her voice devoid of any emotion.

You walked towards the door, desperation etched on your face, hoping for some kind word, any sign of affection. You hated yourself for expecting some that you wanted to slap yourself. You frantically swiped at your wet cheeks, trying your best not to break down in front of her. But no matter how hard you rubbed, more tears spilled out. You couldn't catch a break, each blink bringing forth a new wave of salty drops.

And her? She just sat there, staring at her computer screen, her expression cold and heartless as if nothing happened.

She has done her plan for you anyways. So there is nothing to talk about anymore, the last thing on her list is you running back to her.

As you rushed your way out, you saw your bag on the chair with a bouquet of flowers. "Hey, Y/N. This is for you, I had to leave for the chess team. I really hate doing this but I'd like you to be my date on senior night. —T.S."

You could only huff, your brows pinching together to hold the tears that are threatening to fall again. But you weren't able to help it, you ended up having a breakdown outside her office, with the flowers on your arm and the evidence of what she did to you still oozing inside of you.

⧗

"Ladies and gentlemen, faculty, family, friends..." your voice cracked slightly, betraying your nerves, but you steadied yourself, refusing to let the ghosts of the past dictate this moment. "We've worked tirelessly, overcome obstacles, and in some cases, experienced pain both personal and academic."

You glanced down at your notes, a faint smile playing on your lips as you continued. "I'd like to thank my family and friends for their unwavering support, my blockmates for turning sleepless nights into unforgettable memories, and lastly, I want to express my deepest gratitude to the professors who have molded us into the graduates we are today."

As you scanned the audience, your gaze landed on Professor Romanoff, who sat upright, her expression unreadable. You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat threatening to choke you. With a deep breath, you concluded your speech. "Thank you, and congratulations to the class of 2025!"

The graduation ceremony drew to a close, and the air was filled with joyous cheers and the clicking of cameras. As you mingled with your fellow graduates, collecting well-wishes and hugs, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It seemed like everyone was drawn to you—your classmates, their families, even some of the professors. You were the center of attention, the summa cum laude, the valedictorian.

As you made your way through the crowd, congratulations ringing in your ears, a different sort of tension gripped you. You shifted uncomfortably, trying to ignore the growing pressure and the whispers that began to rise around you. Your swelling stomach was becoming more prominent by the second, stretching the fabric of your gown. You caught a few raised eyebrows and exchanged looks of confusion among your peers, their eyes glued to you.

The whispers grew louder, more urgent, as realization dawned on everyone. The batch valedictorian delivered her speech with a baby bump that had been concealed beneath flowing gowns and baggy clothes all semester, but now there was no hiding it. Exactly four months along, your secret was suddenly the most spoken topic at this joyous event.

Tony stood near enough to be seen by you, a bouquet of roses hiding behind his back. He had been about to confess his feelings, to tell you that your intellect and beauty had captivated him all these years you had been rivals. But now, as he noticed the unmistakable curve of your belly, while you noticed how he stepped back. His perfectly prepared speech shattered in his mind.

He walked away from you as if he was disappointed in you. At the same time you could feel the shift in the atmosphere, not just from him but the disappointment radiating off the crowd like a physical force.

You tried to smile at those around you to mask the dam that is going to break soon, but you still held your chin up with the little courage and confidence you had left in you.

"Mama, I'll just talk to someone. I'll meet you in the car." Your mother has been very supportive of you, yes, she scolded you when she got the news that you were pregnant. She always looked up and expected more from you, but still, she accepted and took care of you.

With a deep breath, you marched down the corridor towards her office. There were no people around and that's when it suddenly hit you. Tears started rushing down your cheek as your heels clicked urgently against the polished floor even though your OB gyne told you to stop wearing elevated shoes, you wiped them away frantically because you don't want to face her feeling vulnerable like this. The determination etched on your face chased away any lingering doubts. You were going to face this head-on, consequences be damned.

As you pushed open the door, she glanced up from her desk, surprise momentarily flashing across her features before smoothing into a smirk.

She leaned back in her leather chair, folding her hands atop the polished wood. "Y/N, to what do I owe this unexpected visit?"

"Natasha…" she is not your professor anymore, you are way past that now. Right at this moment, she is just Natasha. You stepped forward, your hand traveling down your stomach. Your built up mask breaks, feeling vulnerable and exposed in front of her. You held back your tears, shaming yourself. "I have never been with anyone but you. I'm pregnant…I-I think you got me—"

She got your message, of course she did. Because this is exactly how she planned it to be, her claiming you in a way you didn't expect, you running back to her all vulnerable, and her turn saying…

"It was a mistake."

[agathariosslut]

does anyone want soft Natasha or Wanda?? I’m not sure if I’ll be good at writing that type of content, but I would love to try!!

[agathariosslut]

Do You Want Us

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha X Wanda x Reader, threesome, vouyerism, oral (w, reader receiving), fingering, use of vibrators, slight bondage, teasing, mommy and daddy kink, Dom!Wandanat x Sub!Reader

Summary- You become infatuated with two of your fellow avenger teammates but you can't find it in yourself to confess to them. However, what happens when you accidentally get sprayed by a particular pollen?

Your pov:

Being in the avengers team still felt surreal yet quite odd to you. You were still getting used to everything about being an avenger. It was different compared to being a hydra test subject. Very different. In the beginning, it was a little awkward being part of the team knowing that you weren't fond of one another before you were recruited but after getting to know one another, you ended up liking them quite a lot.

You liked being on the good side. It felt a lot better helping people but what felt much more better, was being able to make your own choices. However sometimes the choices you made, weren't always the best choices. Like the fact that you were currently crushing on Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff. But there was no way those two women would ever bat a single eyelash at you. It just seemed too impossible and that's what you told yourself every single day.

First of all they were in an established relationship. And secondly, they were much older than you which wasn't necessarily a bad thing to you but what would they want with you? Besides that, it didn't feel right to be looking and thinking about them the way you were always thinking about them on a day to day basis.

Long story short, you were nothing compared to the two women. That was a fact. I mean Natasha, well she was The Black Widow while Wanda was The Scarlet Witch for fucks sake.

But as much as you hoped there was a slight possibility, you knew it would never happen. So you had to, needed to get rid of all the unholy thoughts you had about the women. If not for you, at least for your sanity. However you weren't planning on really stopping because indulging in these fantasies wasn't harming anyone. So for now, you'd think about them the way you always did.

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Training with Natasha or Wanda was something else though. Those women knew how to get you riled up.  Sometimes you believed that they were doing it on purpose but at age five you believed that the tooth fairy existed only to find out that you'd been lied to so you weren't really dwelling onto the fact that the women knew about your crush, even though the thought did send a thrill down your spine.

You wished Natasha and Wanda would think of you the way you thought of them. You wished they would look at you the way you looked at them. You knew that all of this sounded pathetic but you couldn't help what you felt about them. These two women had you wrapped around their fingers without even being aware of it.

"Y/n?" You snapped out of your thoughts to see Wanda looking at you expectantly. She let out a soft chuckle once she realized that you had been zoning out.

"Yes?" You blush as you hear her melodic laugh once again.

"I was just saying that Steve needs us in the conference room." You slowly nod your head and she offers you one of her smiles before walking away.

You huff out and place the smoothie that was in your hand down before licking the droplets off of your finger. You then grab a cloth to clean up the spilled powder from the counter before you placed the cloth back where it belonged. Grabbing your smoothie, you quickly made your way to the conference room where you saw Steve, Natasha and Wanda waiting for you.

"Y/n, take a seat please." Steve says and you sit opposite of Natasha.

"Is something wrong?" You ask and Steve shakes his head.

"No no. I just wanted us to discuss the mission." He replies, easing your worries.

"Y/n, Wanda and Natasha are going to accompany you on the mission to Mexico." Steve explains to you and you slowly nod your head.

"Oh."

"We want to get as much as information as we can about the drug operation that's linked to hydra." You nod your head once again and the two women  look at you with an unreadable expressions planted across their faces.

"The mission files are all in here so you can read it through after we're done. The quinjet will also be

departing tomorrow and well that seems to be it." He claps his hands and you grab your file before leaving the conference room.

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You sit down onto your bed while slowly going through the mission file, reading through all the information that was written inside. You had to start packing soon, so you placed the file aside before grabbing a small suitcase. You filled it up with all the things that you thought would be necessary for this mission. Thereafter you placed everything in the corner of your spacious bedroom before lying down on the bed and sighing to yourself.

You heard a soft knock on the door and you sat up while discarding your phone onto the bed.

"Come in." The door opened to reveal your best friend, Kate, walking inside your room before flopping down onto your bed.

"Please, make yourself comfortable." You said sarcastically and you were rewarded with a grin from the raven haired girl.

"Heard about your mission with your women crushes ." You rolled your eyes at her comment.

"Okay firstly don't call them that and secondly are you here to just make fun of me or what?" Kate raises her hands up in surrender.

"Finally gonna make a move on them or what?"

"That's not happening." You say while propping yourself up on a few of your pillows.

"Come on dude, seriously how blind can you be? Do you not see the way they look at you?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." You had no clue, Kate was probably being dramatic or overlooking it. They didn't see you anyhow, just as a fellow team member or maybe a friend, but that was it.

Kate scoffs and you raise an eyebrow at her.

"I have never met someone as clueless as you are." She shakes her head at you and you shrug your shoulders.

"Are we going to keep talking about them or can we change the subject?"

"Where are you guys headed to anyway?"

"Mexico apparently. Steve and Tony located a hydra base linked with some major drug operation so they want us to go check it out."

Kate hums at your statement before she fully lays down onto your bed.

"Well don't get killed." She jokes and you snickered.

"Why would I get killed?"

"Because whenever you're fighting in  close proximity with them you tend to lose your focus." She says and you gasp.

"I do not!"

"Uhm yeah you do, and I have so many witnesses. Bucky's seen it, Sam has seen it, even Steve has noticed it. They just never said anything about it."

You place your head in your hands,  groaning at the fact that your teammates who you considered friends were aware of your little crush on the two older woman.

"You weren't so good at hiding it anyway so." Kate laughs while poking your shoulder.

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You were currently inside the cockpit of the quinjet, flying alongside of one of the Shield agents who was taking you to the destination. The two older women were currently situated at back, talking amongst themselves. You didn't want to make yourself known between the two women, rather opting to sit quietly with the shield agent who paid little to no attention towards you. Which you actually didn't mind at all.

It was quiet for the rest of the journey until you eventually landed to your destination. You pulled your bag out but Natasha stopped you, pulling your duffle bag out and carrying it for you.  A faint blushed creeped up your face while you embarrassingly stumbled on your words. Talk about trying to be subtle.

"T-thats not necessary Nat, I can take it for myself." She only smiles while taking Wanda's bag out too, her biceps flexing through the black tank top she had on. Is it getting hot in here?

She placed all the bags into the trunk of the car that was rented by Tony before shutting it. You all got inside, you in the back seat while the two older women were in the from, Natasha driving you all to the motel close to the hydra base. Nothing was exchanged during the car ride to the place.

You didn't have much to say to the women, feeling rather intimidated by the two but also not wanting to embarrass yourself in front of them. Both Wanda and Natasha would occasionally glance at you through the rear view mirror, finding it adorable how you would zone out as you watched the cars pass by.

The car eventually came to a halt and you all stepped out, walking up to your room after being handed the key by the old man at the reception. The room was alright, big enough and comfortable for all three of you.

"I'm going to set up, so I can gather as much information as I can from up here." Natasha says to both you and Wanda and you nod. She disappears to the small balcony situated outside before setting everything up.

"You alright detka? You're a bit quiet today." Wanda says with concern etched all over her face.

"I'm alright." You dismiss her, and she frowns at your behavior. You weren't trying to come off as rude but they made you feel nervous. Too nervous. One glance from either one of the woman and you'd turn into putty. That's just how wrapped you were around their fingers.

You excused yourself to look at a few more details about this base until you decided to sit on the balcony with the two older women.

"Have you spotted anything yet?" You ask as you stand with your back against the rail of the balcony. Both women glanced at you and you missed the way Wanda's eyes shamelessly raked over your body.

"No not yet detka." You only nod slowly, the faintest blush creeping on your cheeks at the term of endearment.

An hour or two went by and it was getting darker. Both women were still situated on the balcony, casually conversating amongst themselves while throwing you not so subtle glances. Everything was fine until you saw suspicious movements happening inside the building.

"Hey, I think I see something." You point out and Natasha is quick to grab her binoculars.

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The mission went awful. Apart from almost dying because luck was not on your side, for some odd reason, you felt off and both Natasha and Wanda could tell.

"Malysh are you alright?" She asked with concern etched on her face while her hand pressed on your shoulder. You swallowed as her hand made contact with your skin which caused your face to flush and your entire body to warm up.

You brushed her hand off with just a nod before you all made your way into the room.

"Y/n, we can tell something is wrong. You don't seem alright." Natasha adds and you just shake your head.

"I'm fine. Seriously." You lie which worries the two older woman.

With a final smile at them, you make your way into the bathroom to take a much needed shower. The two women look at one another with a curious gaze before Wanda removes the top of her suit.

"Can't you read her mind Wans?" Natasha asks as she places the gun onto the glass table.

"Well I could, but I promised myself I wouldn't do that anymore."

"But somethings wrong with her. She seems...off" Wanda contemplates what to do but she only dismisses her girlfriend with a shake of her head.

"No, it's not right." Natasha rolls her eyes at her girlfriend before the two undress to clean themselves up.

In the bathroom, the shower doesn't seem to help you at all, especially the uncomfortable pit in your stomach. You try to think of all the possible things that could have happened. You were fighting, some guy managed to wound you and then you were sprayed by some substance.

This particular substance or pollen had something odd about it. It seemed to have raised your libido to a higher level because at the mere touch or sound that was uttered from the two women, you were gone. At the thought of the two older woman, your arousal peeked up sending a rush of wetness down your core which was practically throbbing at the thought of them.

You switched the tap off, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling arising in your stomach. An annoyed sigh escaped your lips and you got out of the shower to wipe yourself off.

"This is fucking stupid." You mumble while drying your hair. How the hell were you supposed to carry on with the mission if this was happening? The only thing you could do was probably reach out to Tony or Bruce, but they made it clear that no one was to contact them on this mission. Absolutely none of you.

The other option was to tell both Wanda and Natasha that you were incredibly horny all of a sudden and that you wanted them to help ease the  situation but how dumb did that sound? The thought almost made you laugh. Besides, how would you even begin to explain the issue to them.

And your last option was to push it all the way down and forget the way you felt, even if it killed you. It seemed reasonable enough.

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Now sitting down with the two women looking at you and pretending to be fine, seemed to be a harder thing to do. With the way the two women were currently staring at you, you didn't think you'd be able to last long, especially with the way they kept asking whether you were alright and if something was wrong. It's like the sound of their voices triggered something in you that made you exceptionally wet. Embarrassing but true.

And you were honestly making them more concerned. So concerned that Wanda gave up on her "no mind reading" that she decided to take matters into her own hands. That's right, she read your mind. On top of that, your thoughts were loud. Extremely. And dear God if you thought your daily fantasies about the two women were bad before this whole heightened sex drive thing, you were quite mistaken because they were filthy. So filthy, the devil himself wouldn't want to read your mind.

Wanda blinked in surprise, the images you had of both her and Natasha taking control over your body. Or the image of Wanda sitting on top of your face with Natasha's fingers buried deep inside of you was enough to drive the woman into a lustful frenzy.

Natasha, who had been staring at you for quite a while turned her gaze back to her girlfriend. Wanda gave her girlfriend an innocent smile and Natasha knew that something was up with Wanda. She arched her brow in a silent question but when Wanda's magic created a clear picture of your thoughts, it made Natasha's stomach flutter.

Who knew your innocent self would have such fantasies?

"Moya lyubov' are you sure you're okay? You seem flustered." Natasha teases in that sultry time of hers which makes you squirm in your seat.

"Yeah I'm fine, just a little out of it."

"Hmm. Well do you want to watch a movie? Maybe that'll take your mind off of things." Wanda suggests and you open your mouth to try and get out of it but the look on both of their faces has you dying otherwise.

"Okay."

They both smile at you, little do you know that a sinister plan was forming in their mind.

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This was not okay. You were certain that you would combust any moment from now. You were currently nestled in between the two women who kept running their hands down the expanse of your thigh in a 'comforting' manner. Your pussy was practically dripping from any touch you were given. You were aching and they could both smell it. It fueled them even more, especially with the movie they picked.

"Why not watch Carol" Wanda had suggested before and you honestly thought they were both joking until you saw Natasha typing the movie on Netflix and searching for it. And seeing Carol and Therese in that one scene did not fix anything. You needed to do something and you needed to do it now.

"I think I'm gonna go to bed." you croak out, which makes both women turn their heads to look at you.

"Why detka? Is something wrong?" Wanda asks, feigning innocence as she lightly caresses your face.

You bite back a whimper at the contact and Wanda can feel all of the heat radiating off of you.

"My my my, you're burning up. Are you okay malysh?" You shook your head and she gives you a mocking pout.

"Whats wrong?"

"It hurts."

"What hurts detka, speak up." Natasha chirps in and the rasp of her voice with the slight command intensifies the ache between your legs.

"Please." You find yourself begging, for what? You don't know yet.

"Awe poor baby, you need to tell us what's wrong so we can help. I'm not a mind reader like Wanda detka."

"I need you both. Please I just-"

"Are you needy?" Wanda teases and a small huff escapes your lips.

"Help me."

"Aks nicely y/n." Natasha says and you swallow, before speaking up.

"Please mommy, please daddy, help me." A groan falls past one of the two women's lips and you can't register who it was because Wanda was pressing a fierce kiss against your lips.

"So obedient." She says as she pulls away from your lips. Natasha is next, her kiss is more rougher than Wanda's, teeth's clashing with one another as she practically pulls you onto her lap.

"Nat, don't get greedy now. We promised to share." Wanda says as she places a kiss on the nape of your neck.

"Come on, we're gonna make you feel so good." Wanda rasps as she moves you out of Natasha's grasp.

You don't register anything, all you can really comprehend is how the women devour you. Somehow, you're placed onto their bed before Wanda is on you again. She kisses you gently, her teeth tugging at your lips before releasing it with a pop. Natasha pulls Wanda away from you, before she smashes her lips against the brunettes. You watch as both of the women make out in front of you, and you swear you could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs.

You're so needy, it actually hurts. You let out a pathetic whine when they don't pay attention to you and your hips begin to rock against the bedding, attempting to relieve yourself. Wanda realizes this and she tuts while shaking her head.

"Look what we have here, you can't even wait." The woman says in a mocking tone before she uses her magic to get rid of all your clothes.

You're naked in front of the two women and even though you want to feel vulnerable, you don't because the way the two women were looking at you? They practically looked at you as if you were their prey and they were the predators.

"She's so pretty." Natasha mumbles to Wanda, who hums in return and you blush at their compliment.

"You think you can keep your hands to yourself malysh?" Wanda asks and you nod your head.

"Yes."

"I don't think so." Wanda retorts and she uses her magic to tie your hands up to the headboard. While Wanda is fixated on your hands, Natasha prys your knees apart to expose your dripping cunt.

"She's so wet." Natasha rubs a finger through your slot before bringing it up for Wanda to examine.

"She's just so desperate for us."

You thrash around and Natasha pins your hips down and gives you a warning glare.

"Already misbehaving huh?" You shook your head and Natasha smirks before she moves off of your body and you immediately miss her warmth.

"Don't worry detka, you just sit there and look pretty while mommy and daddy take care of you." Wanda purrs and you feel like sinking into the mattress with the way the two women were staring down at you.

Natasha moves over to Wanda and you watch the two women make out right in front of you. Fuck, if you weren't needy before, you are now. You try to move your hips, in search of any sort of stimulation but it was no use because Wanda has really secured her binds on you. You whined again, it sounded beyond pathetic but you didn't care. You needed them now.

"Please." You begged making both woman's green eyes turn to look at you.

"Whats wrong?"

"I need you both, please." You beg and they smile at your state. Wanda pecks her lovers lips one more time before she turns her attention to you, her hands moving towards your pussy but Natasha stops her which only frustrated you.

"And who said you'd get to play with her first?" Natasha asks in a teasing tone and Wanda retracted her hand before mumbling a "Sorry"

Natasha gave her lover a smile before she turned to you. Her fingers made their way to your pussy where she slid her digits into your slit. A soft moan escaped your lips and she smirked to herself.

"That feels good huh?" You nodded your head and she hummed, pleased at your answer.

Slowly but surely, Natasha eases two digits inside of you, and they slide in without any restrain. Natasha chuckles at how wet you are, and she scissors her fingers inside of you. A wanton moan escapes your lips again and Wanda moves up to your body, to roam wet kisses along your collarbone. Her own fingers play with your nipples. The painful yet pleasurable stimulation adding to the moment.

"Tell me detka, do you want us?" Wanda asks in your ear while her finger still tugs your nipple.

"Yes, I do."

"Yeah?" You only nod in response once you feel Natasha's fingers start to plunge inside of you.

"Fuck." The fingers slide in and out of your velvety walls at a fast pace. Natasha watches in amazement as your cunt takes two fingers in but you whine which makes her look up at you.

"Not enough." You mumble and she chuckles.

"Do you want daddy to give you three?" You nod your head furiously and Natasha adds another dinge into your pussy and a pornogtaphic like  moan leaves your lips as your eyes practically roll to the back of your head.

"Aw sweet thing. You're just a needy baby" Wanda coos as your hips raise to try match Natasha's pace. And when Natasha latches onto your clit with her mouth, your legs shake and tears stream down your face in pleasure.

"Oh she's so responsive." Natasha hums as she sucks on your bundle of nerves, her fingers working in sync with her movements.

"Fuck fuck fuck-" You chant, as your hips raise before being praised down onto the bed.

"You wanna cum for us? Is that what you want?" You nod your head and Wanda chuckles.

"Beg baby. Beg. Let us hear your pretty voice and beg for us."

"Please." You begin and Wanda hums while her hands grope your tits.

"Please need to cum. Wanna cum." Wanda pouts in faux pity but she smiles before nodding.

"Go ahead and cum on Natasha's tongue baby." A wanton moan falls past tour lips as you're taken over by a strong, euphoric orgasm that has you seeing stars.

"Good job, there we go." You can hear Wanda coo as Natasha continues to fuck you, letting you ride your high out.

As you slowly come back from your high, Wanda uses her magic to remove the binds from your body.

"Now, why don't we let Natty here have some more fun with you while I ride your face. How does that sound malysh?" You nod your head and she hums while slipping out of her top and sweatpants. Your mouth waters and your pussy practically gushes out at seeing the woman top less. And once she positions herself over your face? You could swear you were in heaven.

Meanwhile, the redhead had rid herself off her pants and she stroked herself as she looked at the scene in front of her. Wanda on top of your face while your pussy clenched around nothing. You moaned softly once you felt Natasha rub something along your clit.

"Come on detka, let daddy fuck you with her cock while I ride your face. You want that don't you? Yeah stick your tongue out for me." You hummed your agreement while Wanda slowly rode your face.

"That's it. Fuck her Nat." Wanda said as she gazed down at her girlfriend. Natasha slowly slid into you and with how wet you were, she could easily slide inside of your pussy.

"Fucking hell, she's so warm." Wanda hummed as she watched Natasha slide in and out of your soaking pussy. She groaned as she watched her girlfriends cock slide out, glistening in your juices.

Your grabbed onto Wanda's thighs, pressing your tongue further into her pussy.

"Oh fuck." Wanda cried out and you moaned into her pussy as Natasha began to thrust indside of your pussy.

"Shit, you're so fucking tight." Wanda leans forward to press a kiss against Natasha's lips. She moans as she can still tatse the remnants of you on Natasha's tongue.

"Mhm she tastes sweet, I'll have to tatse her myself."

"You'd like that wouldn't you baby?" You can only moan, too focused on eating Wanda out with the feeling of Natasha's cock brushing against your walls.

"Yeah, you love taking Natty's cock don't you?" When Wanda feels you grab her thighs, nails scratching the flesh, she moans as she begins to move back and forth.

Natasha doesn't stop her movements, instead she lifts your legs up to her shoulder while she thrusts her hips inside of you. She continues to fuck you, feeling the way your walls flutter around your her cock.

"You gonna cum? I can feel you clenching around my cock y/n."

"How does she feel Nat?"

"So fucking good."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm." The two women continue their paces, using you to get off and you fucking loved it.

"god I'm so close." Wanda whimpers as she plays with her own nipples. She throws her head back and soon enough she's coming on your face and you greedily lick it all up. Wanda rides out her high before she sighs and moves off of your body. With determination, Natasha flips you over onto your stomach which catches you off guard. A muffled gasp escapes your lips as she's inside of you, folli G you up to the brim while Wanda watches with a sly grin.

"So pretty, all fucked out from us." She rasps and you clench around Natasha.

"You wanna cum baby?" You nod your head, hips moving in tandem with Natasha's thrusts.

"Come on then detka, cum for us. Make a mess for me." Natasha grunts before your mouth falls open while your eyes roll back.

"Fuck I'm cumming." Both women watch as your second orgasm hits you and it's enough to drive them even crazier.

"There we go, yeah, you're doing so well." Wanda coos before Natasha pulls out of you. As you come down from your high, Wanda leans down to kiss your lips and you moan softly.

"Are you still needy for us?" She asks and you nod your head, making her grin widen.

"How about you watch Nat fuck me while I eat you out hm?" Another vigorous nod which makes both women smile.

"She's so good for us." The redhead mumbles as Wanda positions her ass in front of Natasha while her face is close to your pussy.

"This pussy looks so good."

"Go ahead Wanda, you've been good. Taste her." Natasha rasps as she slowly inserts herslef inside her girlfriend. A small gasp escapes Wanda's lips as she is filled to the brim and before you know it, Wanda's tongue is inside of your soaked pussy.

"god so good. So fucking good." Wanda moans out in between your pussy.

"mhm." You're lost in the pleasure, so far gone that you don't feel Wanda pulling away to press a vibrator against your clit. Your hips jerk up as Wanda sets the settings of the vibrator higher.

"Oh fuck!" With Wanda's skilled tongue and the vibrator working together, the way both women were looking at you and the obscene sounds you all were making, you're able to reach your third orgasm quicker than ever, the strong feeling practically sending you into another dimension.

As your high settles down, you whimper from the overstimuation of Wanda's tongue and the string vibrations from the toy in her hand. You try to move away but she chuckles as her hand keeps you pinned down onto the bed. Her gaze locks on yours and you want to beg her to stop but nothing comes out of your mouth.

"Oh honey, we're not done here. Are we Nat?" Natasha only shakes her head and you look away as the woman use you. Wanda uses her hand to tilt your chin up so you watch her getting fucked. With a sadistic smile, she reaches for the vibrator again, pressing it against your pussy.

"We're gonna keep fucking you until you lose consciousness and then when we get back to the tower after this mission, we'll just keep fucking you until your pussy is all stretched out from me and Nat's doings."

And the two women kept to their promise. Fucking you on every surface of the room even when the effects of the pollen had died down.

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Nat sneaking a hand between your thighs while you’re in her passenger seat, pressing and rubbing until she’s got you squirming and crazy, holding onto her wrist for stability

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Little One

Vampire!WandaNat x fem!reader

Warnings: dark fic, noncon, naive!Reader, blood sucking, daddy!Natasha, mommy!Wanda, overestimation, gp!Natasha, blowjobs, pussy eating. Spanking, slightest bit of mind control if you squint. Pls let me know if I missed anything! Btw sorry for the random paragraph breaks, tumblr wouldn’t let me upload!

This all started with you going out with some friends to the bar to celebrate your birthday. While they all took shots and drank strong cocktails, you were very caustically sat on the bar stool with your margarita. It was very fitting for them to have their fun & to leave you behind, forgotten. This isn’t even what you wanted to do for your birthday. Sitting in your apartment curled up with your favorite book was the original plan, you curse yourself for letting them talk you into this mess. The loud laughter of your drunk friends seemed to further piss you off. You came to the realization that they wouldn’t even notice if you had left, so you did.

You made the very brave decision of not calling an uber, opting to walk home instead. It was a few streets down, what’s the worse that could happen? Plus you carried your pocket knife every where you went just in case some creep tried anything. You began your walk home, you decided earlier to wear the high heels that always made you uncomfortable,so you cut through a couples alleyways for a shorter arrival, until you made it to the last one. You had a pit in your stomach along with your brain telling you to turn around. You did not listen, you refused to let the anxiety get to you. As you began walking you started to hear faint foot steps behind you. You told yourself that it was simply a rodent running behind you, but you couldn’t even convince yourself. You started to pick of the pace of your walk, almost running. You turn around to check behind you, seeing a red haired woman paired with a blonde woman staring at you like prey. Were their eyes glowing? You couldn’t help but feel like you were in a trance, it’s like you couldn’t move. You were only able to stand and stare. The muscular one of the pair whispers something into the other ear before speaking loud enough for you to hear, “Such a sweet looking girl Wands, can’t wait to taste her.” You gasp in shock as you realize they’re anything but pure intentions. You try to run away, but you can’t run. All of the sudden arousal washes over you like a wave. The woman that the blonde one called “Wands” is stalking towards you, wearing a smug expression. “Don’t fight it malysh, we’re here to make you feel good. Don’t you worry that pretty little head of yours, just come with us.” Wanda takes your hand and gently guides you to their car. Your brain is so fuzzy you don’t bother questioning or fighting it. Once you get in the car Wanda starts whispering and laughing wickedly to the blonde one. You could only hear the name, Natasha. The name rolls off her tongue beautifully, in what you believe is a sokovian accent. Natasha keeps looking at you in the rear view mirror of the purring car. God they’re beautiful. Natasha breaks her silence. “You look a little sleepy back there kotonok, lay down sweet girl, we’ll be there shortly.” Be where? You wonder off in your own hazy thoughts as you begin to drift asleep.

You wake up in a bed that’s not yours. No longer feeling foggy as you did when they approached you. Panic finally sets in when you realize that your wrists are tied to the long bed posts. You start screaming instinctively. Down stairs laughing can be heard. “Sounds like our girl is finally awake, Wands.”

As you stop screaming in order to catch your breath, you hear footsteps approaching. Wanda is once again grinning with a predatory glow is her eyes. “Crying already my love? Don’t worry Natty and I are gonna make it all better.” That’s the last thing you hear before she climbs in bed beside and starts kissing you roughly, you fight the kiss. Refusing to let her in. She slaps you hard, the rings on her finger only adding insult to injury. “Shh, mommy only wants to take care of you.” Natasha takes a seat beside you on the bed, mirroring Wanda. She begins roughly groping you and pinching your nipples. You yelp into the kiss while attempting to kick her away. Wanda stops and joins Natasha. “Stop fighting me slut, I can feel the wet spot on your pretty little panties.” Embarrassment flows through you, she’s right. You are enjoying this,.. does that make you fucked up in the head? What is wrong with you, you wonder.

Wanda breaks you out of your train of thoughts. “Aww it’s okay baby, you can’t help being a filthy little whore.” Natasha stands up, rubbing her prominent bulge through her pants. “You’re gonna make daddy feel good now pretty girl.” She undos her belt and strips of her clothing. Fuck. Her cock stands at attention, large with precum leaking. She climbs over top of you, and straddles your neck. She forces her cock into your mouth and roughly makes you take her entire length down your throat. You start gagging and tears roll down your face. “Fuck baby, you’re so pretty like this. Crying and taking daddy’s cock like a good little girl.” You’re beyond turned on right now. You make a desperate attempt to squeeze your thighs together for any bit of relief at all. Wanda very quickly puts a stops to that. Pushing your legs open and giving your needy pussy a hard series of slaps . “No no detka, not yet.” Natasha pulls her dick out of your throat, slapping your face with her cock. You whine at the loss. Your mourning doesn’t last very long as Wanda begins biting at your inner thighs and diving into your pussy. You yell out loudly in pleasure. The way she’s sucking your clit has you close to your orgasm already. She shoves two fingers inside you, curling them against your g spot perfectly. Natasha notices that blissed out look on your face. “Look mommy, our little toy wants to cum already.” Wanda looks up at you with hazy eyes, “Beg me for it.” You swallow what little bit of pride you have left in you, and beg. “Please mommy I need to cum! Please I can’t hold it!” Wanda gives Natasha a knowing look. “Cum for us baby, give it to mommy and daddy.” You obey. Your orgasm hits you like a bus. Wanda gives you a second to recover, before grabbing a wand. She throws it to Natasha, as Nat positions her self at your entrance. “Daddy’s gonna ruin this pretty little pussy kitten, can’t fucking wait.” She slides her dick through your slit, sending a jolt of pleasure to your sensitive clit. She pushes her big cock in your tight hole, murmuring in Russian about how amazing you feel around her cock. “Fuck…god sweet girl you so tight around me, squeezing me like a good little whore. Take it all detka.” She says as she completely bottoms out, you think you’re in heaven… or maybe this is hell. Either way you wanted more. Natasha grants your silent wish and she turns the vibrator on high speed, pressing it hard against your throbbing clit. She only pounds you rougher, I which you didn’t even know that was possible. Wanda suckles and tugs on your sensitive nipples.

The pleasure is to much, you need to cum already.

Natasha already knows based on how you’re squeezing down around her cock even harder, and shaking like a leaf. “Please daddy let me cum!” Natasha tuts. “Just what would make you think you deserve that slut? Tell daddy.” You moan out realizing you can’t hold it much longer, “Daddy please let me cum! I’ll be a good little fuck toy… just do whatever you want to me but please let me cum!!”

You very quickly regret your words, knowing you have to eat them later. She smirks, “cum for me kotenok.” You cum so hard that you don’t even realize you squirted on Natasha. “Look at our little whore daddy, little fucking thing came all over you.” As you take in your words embarrassed leaves your face flush. Nothing goes unnoticed by Natasha. “Don’t get all shy on us now princess, you were just yelling out about how you were a good little fuck toy.” What are you doing here. Going from crying to begging for more. What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

Those thoughts are very quickly shut down and replaced with arousal as Natasha continues pounding into you. Vibrator never slowing. You’re so sensitive you think you may cum again. Wanda climbs on top of you and straddles your face, she lays her pussy down on your mouth. “Make mommy feel good slut.” You do as she says instantly, making her moan out in pleasure beautifully. “If you want to cum all you have to do is ask pretty girl.” Natasha says knowing that you can barely breathe. You make a desperate attempt at trying to speak, but Wanda doesn’t even dare pull herself away. “What was that doll, mommy and daddy’s can’t hear you.” Natasha slaps your tits, “Answer her slut” you muffle out the words, “please wanna cum for you both!!” They act is if they can’t hear you, but you can’t hold it much longer.

You reach your peak, and you feel impending doom as you cum. Wanda pulls off of you with a stoic expression, meanwhile nat is laughing. “You’re in trouble now little one.” Natasha pulls out of you and stops the vibrator completely. You miss the feeling of being filled up with her cock. Wanda turns to nat, “how should we punish her daddy?” Natasha has her signature smirk on her face once again, “I think a good spanking would benefit our bad girl.” Fast forward to you being bent of Natasha lap face down add up. She starts without warning. Her slaps are harsh, and the occasional slaps to your sensitive pussy makes it even worse. “Tell mommy and daddy you’re sorry for being a brat.” You sigh out, not unnoticed. “I’m sorry for being a greedy whore!! Please stop now daddy… can’t take anymore!” She finally stops. Wanda speaks up, “Enough of this. Daddy, I think the real fun should begin.” You look in confusion, they only laugh at you.

Their eyes start glowing a shade of deep red. Are those fangs? Fear hits you, but before it can take its course you start to feel hazy again. Fear is suddenly replaced with arousal. Wanda speaks up, “It’s okay sweet girl… just stay calm for us. This is gonna hurt, but then it’ll feel good.” Natasha wastes no time with sinking her fangs into your neck. You scream, the pain is awful. Maybe it’s the masochist in you, but pleasure is also very prominent in this absolutely insane situation. Wanda goes next, to drained to scream you close your eyes and let them continue. Not that you really have a choice. They finish drinking from you, and you feel a thick rope of cum shoot right over your pussy. Nat came untouched. Fuck that’s hot. “Look at what you did to daddy baby… taste too fucking sweet for your own good.” Mommy follows behind her rubbing her clit rapidly, she soon cums and the expression on the face reads of pure ecstasy. You feel so sleepy and loopy from the loss of blood. They lay down on opposite sides of you. Wanda pulls you to her side, “You did so well for us, dove.” Natasha chimes in, “Too good for your own benefit… seems we’ll just have to keep you around, little one.”

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Pretty Girl.

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Warnings: dubcon, Natasha is mean, mommy kink, manipulation, use of pet names & degrading names, spit kink, spankings. Knife play, blood. 

Summary: After a long day of being alone in Natasha's apartment while she was out "handling business" you find yourself in trouble...

You couldn't help yourself, the aching between your legs was growing, the wetness pooling below, and the way Natasha's voice rang in your head saying, "be good while I'm away detka." It was all too much, and you just couldn't handle it anymore. Your hand slowly comes up to tweak your pretty little nipples, as Natasha would quote. Your hand very hesitantly moves to your throbbing cunt. You begin by making slow circles on your clit, then pushing two fingers into yourself. Yes it feels good, but it’s not Natasha. Instantaneous regret washes over you. She always knows when you misbehave. Unbeknownst to you, Natasha has the entire apartment bugged. Your release creeps upon you, and you go faster. You can't help but moan out Natasha's name. A voice you've grown to be addicted to breaks you out of your trance, "and what exactly our we doing my love?" You look around like a deer in headlights. You curse yourself for doing this knowing what would happen for this mishap, to Natasha touching what was hers is enough to make her go crazy on you. " I'm couldn't help it Natty it was to much! It was so bad and I was imaging it was you the whole time... fuck I needed it so bad and you weren't here!!" You go on babbling, and she simply just wears her signature smirk. God you've royally fucked up.

"Strip, now." You can't hurry quick enough before Natasha takes her blade out and comes over and starts ripping your lacy panties paired with her t shirt off of you. Excitement and fear hits you like a bus. Her blade trails your sensitive skin, "come on slut don't act so scared, I know my little girl loves this." She was right. You know she an expert with weapons, which comforts you, but mostly scares you because you know that she'll sometimes "accidentally slip" the blade is trailing right between your breasts, that's when she makes the slightest the cut. You yelp loudly, she laughs. "What is it? Hmm... did it hurt my dumb little slut? Need mommy to make it all better?" She licks the blood off your skin, and you couldn't deny the wetness that was dripping between your thighs. She begins pinching your nipples, roughly. She then soothes it by sucking on them. She then makes her way down to your core. "Dirty little whore, all this for me? Does me hurting you turn you on... my sick little play thing." Right when you think she was going to soothe the aching, she quickly pops up and yanks you from your position on the bed and bends you over her knee. She laughs sadistically, "oh my precious bunny, you should know it's never that easy. Now you're gonna take everything I give you, and count each spanking. You will thank me for each one, and tell me why you deserve it. She administers the first slap, hard. "One, I was a bad girl who didn't listen to mommy." Five more come after, unforgiving. Your ass is already a shade of bright red. "Six... fuck... because you're always right and I'm just a dumb little fuck toy.

You're crying, Natasha is stoic. "Please mommy no more... can't take it.. fuck!" She then proceeds to give you ten more. 16 in total. She pushes you off her lap like a discarded toy. She strips, you're in awe at the sight, as it never gets old. You're face down on the bed, you can hear her rustling around in the walk in closet. You start thinking about why she would be in there, knowing her favorite strap is in the nightstand beside the king size bed. You finally get yourself up after your spanking, she walks out with a dildo no less than 10 inches in size, and very girthy. Panic rushes over you, realizing that that's meant to go inside you.

"Aww my girl looks scared, don't you worry that pretty little head... mommy is gonna make it all better." "No please! I can't take it!" Natasha fakes a disappointed look, "Don't you wanna make me happy?" The words sit deep in your chest, all you want to do is make Natasha happy, even if it's the last thing you do. Natasha tightens the dildo onto her leather stap. She maintains predatory eye contact with you as she stalks over to you on the bed. She pulls you quickly to the end of the bed, forces your legs open & coats the dildo with your slick. She grabs your jaw in a bruising kiss, he tongue taking over your mouth. "Open up slut!" You instinctively stick out your tongue as she spits on it. "Swallow." You obey, and she makes her way down to stand between your legs. She without warning shoves her cock in and instantly bottoming out, pushing through the resistance of your tight walls. "There's my pretty girl, opening up like a good little slut for me, this pussy is so perfect for me, too bad it's going to get ruined." The faux look of pitty crosses her face. Her actions say otherwise. She continues pumping rapidly in and out of you, ignoring soaking in the sweet sound of you yelling out her name. "Mommy please.. too much!!" She doesn't seem phased. "I thought you wanted this huh? The way your were touching yourself when I walked in, like a bitch in heat. The way you're squeezing around me like you're about to cum defies your cries, malysh." The sickest part is that she is right. You're getting dangerously close to your orgasm. After a few more hard strokes you're begging her for relief. " Please mommy can I cum?!" She laughs wickedly, "you can pretty girl, but if you do I won't stop, you'll have as many as I say you will. I don't care about your pitiful little cries, makes me want it more doll." You cum at her words alone, she then continues to give you 6 more. Holding up her word that she would ignore and enjoy your begging and pleading. She went harder and faster with after each one she tortured you with.

After she has her fun with you, she pulls out dangerously quick, you're already mourning the loss of not having her buried inside your pussy. She's glistening in sweat and her breathing is heavy as she throws you to the side like you're a weightless nothing to her. While calming down you patiently wait for her cooing and sympathy for how good you've been for her. Nothing. She finally breaks the silence, "Better get yourself cleaned up, pretty girl."

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“so perfect for me”

i know places - chapter 8

dark!wandanat x reader

ch 7 | ch 9 (coming soon)

s: hurt then more hurt, then comfort, then two girls kissing and then Natasha's touching me oooooooooh

wc: 4.5k

tw: somophilia (slightly), housewife kink, fear of being alone, free use, nude pictures/videos, anxiety, stockholm syndrome, slapping, oral (on a strap), mean!daddynatasha, soft!mommywanda, arguments, throat fucking, straps referred to as cocks, anal, cock warming, spanking, cuddling

a/n: i love youuuuuu - this chapter only has smut between natasha and reader

It was raining when I finally rolled out of bed. My legs and core ached, I didn’t know which one of them had done it, my body was used to sleeping through it. Every morning they were typically up earlier than me. And typically they used me before they got up. 

The shower was on, probably Natasha. She liked to work out in the morning. Plus she wasn’t very good at cooking breakfast. 

I did have a light green nightie on but I still wrapped a small robe around me. The door was open and there were faint sounds coming from the kitchen. 

Wanda was in there, fully dressed already. So she was going to work. I internally groaned, not ready to spend a whole day with daddy. 

“Good morning princess.” 

She was smearing strawberry cream cheese on some bagels. 

“Hi mommy.” I wrapped myself around her as she continued to work. 

Eventually we made our way to the table, I sat in her lap as she drank her coffee and ate her food. Then Natasha came down the stairs. 

She was fully dressed too. 

“Want a bagel?” Wanda asked as Natasha walked to the kitchen. 

“I’ll just eat something there. We need to go soon.” 

“Both of you?” I asked suddenly. 

My heart beat uncomfortably hard in my chest. I didn’t like being alone, I hadn’t been for weeks. Even when I still lived at h— my old house, I hated being alone. 

Natasha sighed, “I knew we should have told her last night.” 

Wanda rolled her eyes, not even replying to the bait. Instead she set a hand on my cheek. “It’s just until five.” 

“That’s so long.” I whispered. My hands couldn’t help but reach out for her. Her gaze didn’t soften at all. I looked at Natasha, pleading with her. 

Natasha looked away, my heart sank. Were they really going to leave me? What was I even supposed to do without them? 

Natasha set a box down on the table and slid it to me. “Here.” She said, her voice quiet. 

I opened the box, inside was an ipad. “It’s got parental locks on it. You can only contact us.” 

It was better than nothing, but still it didn’t really help matters. 

But what I had to say didn’t matter. Even as tears formed in my eyes they still walked out the door. The silence was deafening. Even as I watched their car pull out of the driveway I couldn’t help my aching heart. 

What if this is a trap?

I tried to shake the thought, walking back to the safety of my room. What if they wanted me to fuck up somehow? They wanted to find some way to punish me? 

No. Mommy and daddy don’t do that anymore. They don’t…

I put the ipad on my bed and walked over to my closet. Deciding to wear something more comfortable then they would normally pick out for me. 

Other than cleaning up dinner, I really didn't have to do any chores around the house. I just assumed one of them always did them. The hamper in my room however was almost full. 

I took it to the laundry room, which I found right off to the side of the living room behind a set of double doors. So I started a load, which killed about five minutes. 

Just eight more hours to go…

I had noticed it last week, when they both had to work more than usual. Natasha was messy. Constantly leaving clothes all over the ground and empty cups around the house. Mommy and daddy seemed too busy with me to really clean after themselves. 

Feeling self conscious about it, I started to pick up. I had never minded cleaning, it gave me something to do now. 

Thankfully, cleaning it all up took about an hour. Only seven more. I went back up to my room, unsure if I was even allowed to watch TV. 

Was I allowed to go to the bathroom? Or eat? Or even clean? 

Everything had been their decision, I hadn’t done anything in weeks. 

I opened the ipad, the cover a picture of the three of us. Natasha must have taken it, Wanda and I were fast asleep. 

Fuck I missed them. 

I went to the messages, quickly texting the only two contacts in the ipad. 

me: hi 

The response came a couple minutes later. 

Nat: sorry princess, super busy. 

My heart sank and I closed the device completely. I needed to do something. 

It was only 10:30, I couldn’t eat breakfast again or start lunch. 

The ipad dinged, I immediately grabbed it. My heart sank almost instantly. 

remindeder: drink water baby <3

I groaned, grabbing my water bottle and taking a drink from it. 

The ipad was completely locked up, but I was able to download some games. I spent an hour playing those. It seemed like the clock in the corner of the screen was moving extra slow just to torture me.

At least I was getting hungry. They had never restricted food from me before but they always fed me. Plus they made all the meals…what was I even supposed to eat? 

I opened the fridge and it was full, but there were so many options. Instantly I was overwhelmed, trying to think about what they might choose for me to eat. 

I hated being alone, all I wanted was for them to cook me something. I sat down at the kitchen table. It seemed so huge without them. 

me: mama can I please call you? 

After a few minutes the ipad started ringing with a facetime. I set it up so she could see me. 

“Hi princess.” 

“Hi mommy.” 

“What’s wrong?” 

I shrugged, pulling my knees up to my chest. 

“We’re super busy, trying to figure out logistics for our next mission. So I can’t be here for long.”

Tears welled in my eyes but I kept them at bay. “I just don’t know what to eat.” I said just loud enough for her to hear. “And can I watch TV? or do anything?”

Wanda smiled at me. “You can do whatever you want, just don’t go outside or into any of the locked rooms. Now, why don’t you make a grilled cheese and some tomato soup, that always makes you feel better.” 

The tears stopped forming, “Okay mommy.” 

“I need to go. Bye darling.”

“I love you mommy.” 

Wanda smiled again, “I love you too.” 

The grilled cheese did make me feel better, so did having the TV on. I didn’t really watch it, I just stared out the big sliding glass doors off to the left of the tv. The rain had stopped once I had changed the laundry. 

The yard really was beautiful, the whole house was. All perfectly made for me…

You could leave. They aren’t here to chase you 

I shook the thought away, angry at myself for even having it. They probably had cameras and sensors everywhere. Stupid idea. 

Plus they loved me. They really loved me for me. 

I grabbed my ipad, trying to distract my line of thinking. For some reason, I opened the photos app out of curiosity. I should have just left it alone. 

It was full of pictures and videos of me. All of them dirty and disgusting. No matter how much praise I still didn’t like all the things they made me do. I didn’t even know they took pictures and videos of most of this stuff. 

Still, my core got wet looking at them. They did love me, they knew what was best. 

I put down my ipad, deciding to get up and do something for the next couple of hours. Maybe I could cook dinner? I knew some basic meals but I quickly went online and searched for some. 

The fridge was fully stocked, but I wanted something that would make me feel better. So pasta. 

I cleaned the kitchen, killing another hour or so before I started dinner. The timing was perfect somehow, I could hear their car pulling in when I was draining the pasta. 

I quickly ran into their arms, both of them wrapping around me. 

“We missed you too.” Natasha mumbled, kissing the top of my head. 

“I um… I cooked dinner.” I said softly. 

Wanda hummed, walking away from us. Natasha pulled be back into her, kissing my lips quickly. 

Immediately her hands started to touch me, grabbing my ass and tits harshly. I yelped in pain but her mouth swallowed any noises. Natasha pushed us back until I felt my hips hit something.

I opened my eyes with Natasha’s lips still on mine. She had pushed us all the way to the kitchen. 

“I set the table.” I mumbled against her lips.

“I don’t care.” 

She flipped me around, shoving my face onto the cold wooden table. The table rattled as she pushed her hips into mine, grabbing onto my ass. 

I cried out as she spanked me, pulling up my dress to reveal the pink skin. I heard her pulling down her pants and pressing her bare skin against me. 

She didn’t prepare me for her cock, shoving it into me brutally. I sobbed out as she opened me up. 

“Fuck I missed this.” Natasha groaned. 

“The food…”

She slapped my ass. “We’ll warm it back up. Shut up and take it.” 

I had been so overwhelmed for them to come home and all she wanted was to use me. Tears began flowing, right onto the table that I had spent so long making. 

She doesn’t love me…

Natasha groaned her hips burying herself to the hilt as she came. I held back my sobs, biting my lip so hard the metallic tang of blood was on my tongue. 

She pulled out, pulling my dress back down and lightly slapping my ass. 

“Smells good.” 

After a couple of seconds I stood up, tears still falling down my face. 

Did she ever love me?

Natasha sat down in her usual chair, checking her phone as she scooted her chair in. “Make me a plate, Wans too.” 

She wouldn’t even look at me. Did she even care about me at all? 

I took my time making mommy’s plate. Even swirling the noodles to make it look pretty, placing the chicken on top and the vegetables to the side so they wouldn’t touch. I just threw Natasha’s plate together, uncaring about how it looked or if she got enough sauce. 

I set Wanda’s plate down gently, especially now that she was sitting. Now she was dressed in her usual attire, a long shirt and sweats. She looked beautiful. 

I slammed Natasha’s plate down on the table, not even looking at her as I walked back into the kitchen to grab their wine. I wish I couldn’t spit in hers. 

I was never like this before. I would have never had such mean thoughts about a person. She made me into this. 

I did the same with their glasses as I did with their plates. 

“Wanna sit with mama.” I grumbled, taking a step towards Wanda’s chair. 

Natasha yanked me back into her, sitting me down in her lap. 

“What the fuck was that about?” She asked. I wouldn’t look at her, I even crossed my arms over my chest.  

“Yeah you don’t wanna fucking talk to me?” 

Natasha’s hand was harsh against my cheek but not even then did I relent. I had never been this mad before. She knew it too. 

She threw me to the ground, grabbing my hair and yanking me onto my knees. She smacked me again and again until my ears were ringing. It took everything in me to not give in but I didn’t. Still, silent tears ran down my face from the pain. 

“Get under the table.” She barked, grabbing her glass of wine and drinking from it. 

I didn’t move, I didn’t care anymore. It was just more proof that she didn’t love me. 

“You fucking bitch.” She growled, throwing the rest of the glass on me. 

I shrieked out, covering my face but she didn’t let me. She kicked me into the puddle on the floor. She pressed her foot down onto my neck. “Get under the table now or I’ll beat you until you’re choking on your own fucking blood.” 

Cold, wet, and defeated I crawled under the table. Natasha unzipped her pants once again, pulling my head into her cock. 

“Hold it.” 

I choked and sputtered around her cock, choking on the length of it. She didn’t care. One of her hands stayed at the back of my head, barely giving me enough space to pull back slightly. 

I heard them eating, at least in silence for a while. My stomach growled, I knew the food had to be good. 

“What do you think her problem is?” Wanda asked. 

“She’s a fucking cunt.” 

“Nat.” Wanda warned. “What’d you do to her while I was changing?”

Natasha paused, “I fucked her.” 

Wanda hummed, setting something down on the table. “Maybe she’s sore.” 

“I don’t really care.” 

Wanda mumbled something but Natasha didn’t respond. They ate the rest of dinner in silence, only the sound of their forks scraping filled the air.  

“Get out.” Natasha said, her voice sounding defeated. 

I scrambled off her cock, finally breathing in a full breath for the first time in a while. I knelt in front of her, still cold and dripping with her wine. 

“Explain yourself.” Natasha said. 

I swallowed hard, my throat hurt from Natasha's abuse. “I just missed you all day. T-then you come home…and all you want is to…do that.” 

Natasha rolled her eyes, “Stand up.” She set her glass of wine down, standing up in front of me. She grabbed my throat, her fingernails digging into me. 

“I own you. I use you when I want, where I want and, how I want. Got it?”

I reluctantly nodded. 

“Nat.” Wanda said firmly from behind me. 

“What?” 

“Darling, go to your room.” 

“What?” Nataha asked again

“Now.” 

Natasha practically threw me off of her. I was happy to escape to my room. I ran up there, slamming the door behind me. 

I changed out of my pretty dress, throwing it on the ground and wanting to stomp on it. I wish I had one of mommy’s shirts to put on but I had just washed them all. I found the most comfortable thing I could find and slipped into shorts and tank.

I went to go lay in my bed but I could hear them shouting at one another. Dread filled me, did I really make her that mad? And mommy? Why was she so mad? 

I had to stop doing stuff wrong. I didn’t want them to get rid of me. I just needed to be good. I needed to take what they gave me. 

The shouting stopped then footsteps began coming towards me. I ran into my bed, slipping under the covers completely.

The door opened and then closed again. 

“Princess?” 

I got out of my burrow, being greeted by Wanda holding a plate full of food. 

“Am I in trouble?” I asked instantly. 

She smiled at me, although her eyes looked sad. “Couples disagree all the time.” 

“I'm sorry.” 

Wanda shrugged, gesturing for me to sit back on the bed. She handed me the plate before sitting down with me. 

“The food was great, princess.” 

“Thank you mommy.” 

We ate in silence, an uncomfortable one. God I had really messed things up haven’t I? 

“Mommy has to leave again tonight.” Wanda said suddenly, not even looking at me. 

“She’s so mad don’t leave me alone with her.” 

“Hey, don’t say that.” She said firmly. She took my empty play from my hands. “She’s not mad anymore, I promise.” 

The plate vanished from her hand with a wave of her magic. She stood up, pulling me up too. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her as hard as I dared. 

An hour later I was sitting awkwardly on the couch with Natasha. There hadn’t been words spoken and I just wanted to go to bed but I didn’t. Natasha had changed into shorts and a tanktop with no bra underneath. I tried to ignore her nipples poking through the shirt. 

After another hour of silence, my mind was racing. Unable to hold away my thoughts. 

“Why me?” I asked quietly, not able to look at her. 

Her head snapped towards me. Then she scooted to sit closer, pinning me into the corner of the couch. 

Natasha’s fingers pushed my hair back, “Look at me.” 

Slowly I brought my eyes up to hers, flushing under her gaze. 

“You’re perfect for us.” She replied. I flinched as she brought her hand to my cheek, stroking the delicate skin. 

“My body or—“

“All of you. We wanted you for so long. You’re so sweet, so kind, so beautiful.” Her long fingers stroked my face. “Don’t ever think otherwise.” 

I nodded, my hands reaching for the hem of her sweater. 

“Come here.” She whispered, pulling me into her. “I’m…sorry I made you feel that way.” 

She had never ever apologized before. Her body was so soft and warm around me. Eventually I fell asleep in her arms, safe and protected. 

I woke up pressed against her chest, now laying down on the couch. I was so warm all over and her leg was slotted in between mine…

I was wet and I couldn’t think of anything other than her.

“You awake princess?” She whispered, but I kept her pressed close against me. I grinded my hips down on her leg in between mine. 

“Fuck, come here.” Natasha said quietly again. Pulling us both up quickly so I could be perched in her lap facing the tv, which had her favorite show playing.

I laid my head back on her shoulder and she placed her lips on mine. I couldn’t help but keep grinding my hips down on her. Natasha mumbled something under her breath before pulling my dress off my body. 

She spread my legs, her fingers instantly circling around my clit. Natasha pulled away from me, “Quiet darling, this is my favorite episode.” 

I whined but tried to stay still as she played with me absentmindedly. I tried to pay attention to her show but fuck it was so hard. 

“Oh baby. Look at your precious little pussy.” Her hands continued to play with me. Spreading my lips apart. The episode had finally come to a close.

“Making such a mess.” 

“Daddy— sorry! Please…need you - fuck - please.” 

“Wanna make me feel good?” 

I nodded, pressing my head further back so I could see her. “Yeah you’ve been such a good girl. Why don’t you get on your knees.” 

I slid down her lap, getting down on the floor in front of her. She smiled at me, carding a hand through my hair. 

“So pretty and naked for me huh? Gonna suck my cock like a good girl?” 

“Yes daddy.”

She smiled again, pulling down her shorts and boxers to reveal her cock. I licked my lips and she stroked it once before grabbing my face and pushing me down onto it. 

This time she let me set my own pace. Pushing down only as far as I dared to. I slowly worked open my throat. Drool spilled my face and onto my naked body. She was still fully clothed. 

She pulled me off of her, grabbing my face so she could kiss me. I moaned into the kiss, grabbing onto her thighs so I could get closer to her. 

“You’ve been so good for me, cleaning, cooking, like a good little wife huh?” I nodded eagerly. “I think you deserve a reward, what do you think?” 

“Really daddy?” 

“Yes darling.” She pet the hair on top of my head. “Now you said your poor pussy was hurting?” I nodded, “So daddy won’t fuck you there. But you still deserve your reward. How about I fuck your pretty little ass?” 

I hated that my core throbbed at the thought. But this would make her happy. Plus I hadn’t came all day…

I nodded, my hands playing with the end of her shirt. “Please, daddy.” 

She smiled at me, “Stand up.” She said, her voice gentle. I did, loving the way that she looked at me. She guided me to lay down on the couch, spreading my legs so she could sit in between them. 

I whined as she pulled out her fake cock. She kept all of her clothes on. She put the cock up to me, lining it up to my stomach. I sighed at the sight of it almost to my belly button. 

“Gonna be a good girl?” She asked as she reached into the drawer in the ottoman. She pulled out a small tube. 

“Y-yes da-daddy.”

“Good girl, now stroke daddy’s cock while I open you up.” I cringed at the cool feeling of the lube touching me but gentleness grounded me. It was so unlike her but I was so grateful for it. 

“Taking my fingers so well.” She whispered, staring down at my holes. Two of her fingers were inside of me, opening me up slowly. 

“Daddy please.” I moaned, “Need it.” 

I just needed her. I needed her inside of me, so impossibly close to me. 

“What do you need?” 

“Daddy please!” She pushed her fingers in and out of me, still not relenting. “Need you inside.” 

“But you’re not opened up all the way, honey.” 

“Please daddy. I don’t care please please please.” 

She smiled, pulling her fingers out of me. She spit onto my hole, dragging her cock around in the slick and lube. 

Natasha slowly worked the tip into me, having to push past resistance as I moaned underneath of her. She kept my thighs spread wide, staring down at where she was slowly pushing into me. 

Fuck it hurt, but daddy opened me up slowly. When she finally fully snapped her hips into me I couldn’t help the sounds and pleas that left my mouth. 

“Fuck princess, love having my cock burried in your ass hmm?” 

“Y-yes — daddy.” 

She snapped her hips again, causing my whole body to jolt. “Your pussy’s dripping all over.” She commented. 

My head emptied as she began to set a firm pace. Her hips snapped hard and fast against mine. Her hands gripped my waist, making sure to pull me into her. 

I could only think of her, I could only feel her. Wantons of moans fell out of my mouth but I didn’t even hear them. I threw my head back, staring up at my daddy. 

“Fuck—“ She grunted, fucking me faster. “God you’re taking me so fucking well, princess.” 

“L-love you, d-daddy…” I babbled out, my hands coming up to pull at the hem of her shirt. “N-need— please d-daddy need…” 

She slapped me but I welcomed the pain. Still a whine left my lips but she let me pull her shirt off of her. “Tried to be gentle…” She mumbled under her breath. Her tank top was thrown to the other side of the room. My hands couldn’t help reaching out to touch her bare skin. 

“Want you to be you, daddy.” Her eyes flickered to mine, her hands gripping my waist so hard. 

“You’re so fucking perfect.” 

I gasped as she changed the angle slightly, her body now hovering over mine. Her lips claimed mine, her tongue shoving its way into my mouth. Our nipples rubbed against each others, the touch instantly making my pussy clench around nothing. 

She pulled away from me, her fingers quickly replacing her mouth. She pushed her fingers in and out of my warm mouth. I moaned around them but she quickly pulled them out. 

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as her fingers pressed down on my clit. “Gonna cum with my fat cock up your ass?” She asked, her other hand gripping my throat. 

I nodded, chasing my high. I bucked my hips up at her. My hands squeezed her arm as she choked me. 

“Be a good little toy and cum.” 

Her words sent me over the edge, I felt my pussy fluttering still being ignored but I didn’t care. I felt so full with her in me. 

“Good girl, keep going.” Her fingers didn’t stop, neither did her thrusts. I screamed, trying to fight the pain and uncomfort to listen to her. 

I came again, screaming and throwing my head back against the couch. I felt her hot cum squirting into me as her hips stilled. 

“Love you…” I whispered, barely able to keep my eyes open. 

“Fuck.” She groaned. “Can’t be done with you…”

Still she pulled out, her cum pouring out of me. Quickly, she pulled me to sit on top of her. Her back hit the couch and she pulled me into a kiss. 

I grinded my hips onto her, kissing her desperately. I needed her. Never in my life had I felt so desperate for something. 

One of her hands reached around me and guided her cock back into me. She shoved me onto her cock but left me to sit on it for a moment. 

“Love you too.” She whispered, pushing my hair out of my face. “Don’t ever think I don’t.” 

“I’m sorr—“

“No, I'm sorry.” She carded a hand through my hair. 

“No, I’m sorry.” I said firmly. “You…you did all this for me — both of you. I-I should be more grateful.” 

“So perfect for me.” She kissed my cheek. She reached out for the tv remote. I just laid my head down on her bare chest. I kissed her warm skin as she turned on my favorite tv show. 

She grabbed her phone next and dimmed the lights. “Let’s try to stay awake for Wans.” She said, wrapping her arms around me. 

I left my head down on her chest, slowly rolling my hips on her. “Keep going, princess.” 

“Love you so much.” I mumbled, burying my face into her chest. Everything about her was so wonderful. She smelled and tasted beautifully. I felt like I could never get enough. 

“I love you too.” 

I sat up, so I could properly look at her. I bit my lip at the change in the angle. I began to lift my hips, moaning pathetically. 

“Fucking look at you.” Natasha moaned, her hands shaking up to light slap my tit. “So beautiful.” 

I had no idea how long I bounced and grinded on her cock. Eventually she carried me up to our bedroom, setting me gently on the bed. 

The second my head hit the pillow I was about to fall asleep. Natasha turned the lights off, settling in behind me. She pressed her cock back into me, but I loved it. I needed her close to me. 

I fell asleep in her arms and woke up eventually to another set of arms wrapping around the front of me. I mumbled her name and fell back asleep on Wanda’s chest. 

[agathariosslut]

Their Good Girl.

Rio Vidal x Wanda Maximoff x Agatha harkness x reader

warnings: daddy kink, magic cocks, gangbang, chocking, slapping, oral, face fuck, anal.

Intro: being an avenger is extremely mentally & physically demanding; you’re only sweet escape is meeting your favorite three witches in a lake cabin in the middle of nowhere. After a long night of fucking, cuddling, & talking, you finally decide to go to sleep nestled in between the three of them. When you wake up, you hear Rio, Wanda, & Agatha talking about the morning plans for their good girl. You can hear Wanda talking. “ I think our pretty girl is finally awake.” She says with a mischievous undertone, matching the glint in her green eyes. Rio looks at you, “ I hope you’re ready to play cariño,” Agatha cuts her off. “ because we have some plans for you my love.” You finally have a chance to speak over their excitement for whatever it is they have planned. “ And what kind of plans exactly??” You say teasingly. “ Well detka, the plans we had in mind are very pleasurable…”

Rio looks at you and smirks, “ Enough talking darling, get on all fours for us and face the headboard.” You obey immediately, the excitement is already seeping out of you. You’re throbbing and hungry with need & they haven’t even started yet. Agatha smiles proudly at your enthusiasm, “ there’s our good girl.” Wanda get infront of you on her knees & leans down to pull you into a bruising kiss, her tongue pushes into your mouth. Rio & Agatha get behind you. Rio starts with kissing down you back and to your ass, while Agatha is on the opposite side of Rio & starts peppering kisses on your sensitive pussy. “ Fuck she tastes so good.” She grits out. Rio makes her way down and joins in with Agatha, having them both down there working you at the same time. Wanda is going feral over the way you moan into her mouth, she starts attacking your neck; leaving harsh marks all over you. All while simultaneously playing with your pretty little nipples, pulling at them and slightly pinching. Wanda stands up, her hard cock stands at your attention. “ open that pretty little mouth for me detka.” You obey & Wanda pushes her full length into your mouth and starts fucking your face. Rio and Agatha can be seen behind you stroking their hard cocks. Rio stops licking at your pussy and lines her dick up at your tight entrance, she eases her way in & and you both let out a delicious sounding moan, Rio starts fucking in and out of you, “ fuck baby you’re so tight around daddy’s fat cock, you gonna take it all for me huh pretty girl??” You moan out a response around Wanda dick, only giving her more pleasure. Agatha finally breaks her silence, “ I’ve had enough of this…” she pushes rio off of you and slams her dick into you at an erratic pace. You looks back while stroking Wanda’s dick and moan at the sight. Rio is stroking herself and staring at the way Agatha’s dick is pushing in and out of your throbbing cunt. Your attention is brought back to Wanda when she grabs you by the chins and give you a little slap and forces her cock back into your mouth & gagging you. You choke around her length, but she keeps pumping in an out. Rio steps in & switches out with Wanda, shoving her cock in your mouth all while Agatha is pouring into your cervix. You can’t help but yell out in extreme please as they all have their way the you. “ this mouth feels so good around daddy’s cock.” Agatha comes out of her trance to speak out, “ god baby your taking it so well… wrapping around so fucking good.” As you look back you can see Wanda with a twinge of jealousy in her eyes, she takes the slick from your pussy and starts fingering your ass. You squeak at the intrusion. She continues for a minute before very cautiously putting her tip in, then eventually pushing the whole thing in. You yell out in a mix of pain and pleasure. You can feel Rio’s dick twitch in your hand when you yell, same for Agatha as she throbs harder inside you. “ oh my god sweet girl, your pretty little ass feels so good around me.” Wanda can barely moan out. They’re all in absolute heaven right now, and so are you. Agatha finishes first, pumping cum deep inside you. “ fuck I’m gonna breed this tight little pussy.” She says as thick ropes of cum cover your insides. Next is Rio, she come all over your tits and face, growling and groaning like she’s feral. “ oh fuck baby, you made daddy make a mess… you make me feel so fucking good.” Finally Wanda lets out a loud moan and cums all over your lower back and ass. “ fuck detka, feels so good.”

You all flop down on the bed, breathing erratically. Rio is the first to pull you into her strong arms, kissing you on your forehead and red cheeks. “ You did so good for us angel.” Agatha starts rubbing your thighs. “ what a good girl you are, my love. Wanda finally comes down from her high. She kisses you passionately, “our good girl.”

[agathariosslut]

Dark Wanda’s Breeding Kink.

• oh boy, I’m getting started

• k let’s go

• Wanda absolutely loves filling you up with cum. Magic cock if you were wondering. She will absolutely husk put into your ear how she’s gonna fill up your tight pussy while she’s hitting your cervix just right & choking you, all while harshly slapping your pretty little face and tits. Wanda’s cock is big, she loves seeing it in your belly as she pumps deep and hard in and out of you. You still find it hard to takes Wanda’s full length. You plead out stuff like, “ Mommy please stop it’s to much, I can’t take it… fuck!” Which she replies, laughing I may add, “ oh yes you can detka, & you will. Now be a good little slut for mommy and let me fill your pussy up baby.” Oh fuck, and with the thick accent too🤌🏼. Her accent just rolls off her tongue beautifully when she fucks you, “ fuck baby you’re gonna make mommy cum deep inside you… you want that doll?? Want mommy to breed you sweet girl??” • okay I’m done, pls let me know if you all want more to this. I would love it actually!

[agathariosslut]

Agathario Punishing You Headcannons

First of all, they live for punishing you. They absolutely know that you live for it too; with that being said feel free to read my little Headcannons!!

• OVERSTIMULATION

they will absolutely push you to your limits and past them, only stopping if you say the safe word. Agathario loves to overstimulate you by using a vibrator on your pussy AND sucking on your nipples at the same time. Pounding you until you can’t see straight and you’re a babbling mess. Now you make ask why this is a punishment?? Well i’ll tell you. They wont stop even when you’re begging them. They definitely use this form of punishment if you get caught masturbating, teasing them, or making them jealous.

• NO ORGASMS

Well, you’ve got yourself another punishment. Intstead of overstimulation, how about no stimulation. They don’t use this as often because they find it really hard make their girl cum all over them. Believe me they still fuck you brainless, you just can’t cum. Torturous, I know.

• SPANKINGS

Such a shocker, you’re in trouble again. One second you’re rebelling, then next thing you know you’re bent over either of their laps counting each hit to your red ass. Oh boy just wait til Rio takes her belt off… that’s when you know you’re in for it. You being you, of course, love every second of it.

thank you for coming to my ted talk, hope you all enjoyed!!

[agathariosslut]

My boobs are stress toys for you after a stressful day, honey. Just come here <3

[agathariosslut]

Run to Woven Fates, don’t walk. Best series ever I think guys!!

Hi! Do you perhaps have a masterlist? Thank you!

I didn't, but I created just bc you asked for it haha

Jokes aside, I was already creating one to make your lives easier. So here it is.

MASTERLIST

Wanda Maximoff (+18)

Velvet Chains

Prologue

Pretador

The Prey

On your knees

The Spider

The Lamb

Pure Crimson

Dependece

Passion

Revenge

Control

Consequences

Love

CRIMSON REVERIE

PROLOGUE

ENVY

MULTIVERSAL ANCHOR

FUEL

SPARK

FIRE

DAWN

POWER

SIGHTS

POETRY

LOVE

UNKNOWN

SHINE

SOLIS

HARMONY

OBLIVION

INFINITY

Natasha Romanoff (+18)

Story in production

WandNat (+18)

Script in construction

Agatha Harkness (+18)

Script in construction

Rio Vidal (+18)

Script in construction

AgathaRio (+18)

WOVEN FATES

Listen the playlist here: Woven Fates

Prologue

Fascination

Attraction

Lust

Control

Domain

Desire

Surrender

Home

Belonging

Art I

Art II

Fragile I

Fragile II

~*~

All stories do not necessarily have to follow this order!!!

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