agender-idiot

[agender-idiot]

non disclosure pt. 1

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

summary || wanda will learn two very important lessons tonight. the first will be that submitting is easy when you’re kneeling at the feet of a woman with much more dominance than you. previous part : pity the arsonist

word count : 3.7k

disclaimer || 18+, strong language, smut, use of sex toys (vibrator), masturbation, car sex, brief gagging, oral (w receiving), mommy/daddy kink, dirty talk (heavy degradation + praise + pet names),

a/n || i’m so sorry for this, i woke up out of a dead sleep at 3 am with this stuck in my head and wrote it in the span of 3 1/2 hours. also this is part one because the next part will pick up directly after. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!!

gif source natasha , gif source wanda

At this point, Wanda couldn’t exactly recall how she had gotten herself into this situation; how she had gone from the lonely divorcée next door to a freeuse fucktoy for her boss and her boss’s wife. Not that she was complaining at all - because she wasn’t.

And all she really cared about at the moment was trying not to ruin the ridiculously expensive seating in the back of Natasha’s sports car. The task in itself sounded easy, just sit still and don’t spill anything. But, with the way things were going now, her hands wouldn’t be responsible for the approaching disaster.

It was hard enough with the way you had been teasing her since the moment she made you cum this morning in your office, which then led to you graciously passing the baton to your red-headed wife - who had taken over said teasing within the ten minutes the three of you had spent in the car.

But keeping her seat clean became impossible with the addition of the vibrator that Natasha had ordered her to use and now worked wonders at the sensitive walls of her cunt.

You and your wife, though, were acting as if nothing of the sort was happening to the woman who sat directly behind you as she tried to distract herself by keeping her attention on the space around her.

She noted that, when compared to the house and your office, the car’s dark interior and even darker tent was much more Natasha’s style than yours. Not to mention the red exterior that rivaled the fiery-color of her hair. It was sleek and flashy at the same time - so much like the woman perched in the driver’s seat, who seemed more than pleased with having this car as an extension of herself to show off.

Wanda’s stomach fluttered at the nonchalant way you both went about yourselves despite the dull vibration happening between her legs that forced Wanda to grip at the car door. Neither you nor Natasha seemed to care much about the squirming woman; your high-heeled feet kicked up onto the dash as Natasha revved the engine with that same cocky smile she always wore.

Wanda watched admiringly as your fingertips skimmed gently over the skin of your wife’s neck, finding her earlobe and taking it between two fingers before giving it a loving tug.

Without so much as a beat to think about it, Natasha’s free hand left your thigh and came up to circle around your wrist before pulling your hand in front of her and pressed her lips to your palm.

Wanda hadn’t ever gotten to see much of the affection that happened between the two of you. The harder she thought about it; the more she realized that, besides a few quick kisses when Natasha had visited you in the office and the gentle hand that always seemed to settle somewhere around your waist, she hadn’t seen any affection between you.

She knew it was most likely purposeful - something like only show the world what it needs to see. But it was nice, to watch that tough-guy veil lifted from Natasha’s demeanor and your shoulders relax against your seat for once.

“You seem awfully impatient to get home, baby.” You taunted as the engine roared again. But you weren’t talking to the twitching younger woman. The smirk that spread across your face very clearly a tease directed at your wife, even as you flashed it towards the back seat.

Natasha’s eyes flickered, first to you, and then to Wanda through the rear-view mirror. Wanda could have sworn they visibly darkened with lust as they locked onto her own pleading expression. “What can I say? I’ve never been a very patient woman.”

Natasha caught the red tint in Wanda’s cheeks just before her eyes fell back onto the road and the car rolled to a stop in time to idle under the red traffic-light. “Do I make you that nervous, Maximoff?” Yes and everyone in the car already knew that. But everyone also knew those urgent emerald-colored eyes were not the reason for her flushed cheeks.

The question earned her a playful pinch into her ribcage as you narrowed your eyes, “Quit fucking with her, Tasha. Before she passes out right there in the backseat.” Your wife only laughed as your feet slid off the dash and onto the carpeted floor. You swiveled in your seat to face Wanda, “Ignore her, she can’t help but be a dick.”

Wanda smiled then, appreciating that Natasha could joke with her; even if her distracted state made it hard to differentiate between when the red-head was joking and when she was being serious.

You shuffled back into your seat once the car picked up speed again and Natasha’s hand settling back onto your thigh to trace meaningless shapes against the exposed skin. You glanced up, eyes sparkling as you admired her features.

“How- how did you meet?” Wanda asked suddenly as she looked between you and your wife. The question came from a place of genuine curiosity as well as a continuation of her need to keep herself distracted.

A smirk tugged at the corner of Natasha’s lips and Wanda could practically see the wheels turning in her head, “I picked her up in a bar and fucked her brains out in the alley out back.” Wanda shifted, choking on the moan that the combination of vibrator and Natasha’s bluntness threatened to pull from her throat.

“Oh please,” You muttered and rolled your eyes as your hand fell to your lap and intertwined your fingers with Natasha’s, “as if I would even look in your direction if I saw you walk into a bar.” Wanda giggled at the feign hurt that blanketed the older woman’s face.

You sent a dull smack to Natasha’s shoulder, “And what did I just tell you about fucking with her?” You hissed playfully as Natasha sighed dramatically, “Okay, okay, I’m sorry!”

The three of you fell into a softened laughter for a moment and then Natasha took the chance to speak once a calm washed over the car, “It’s a very very complicated story, sweetheart, probably best to save it for another day.” You followed up her statement with a hum of agreement.

The truth was, you had met Natasha during your first year of law school. Back when she was just some punk in a band who walked around like she was hot shit and preferred to go out of her way pissing people off than to bother giving a damn about anything - or anyone.

You and the people you surrounded yourself with were scholars who spent their days listening to poetry or studying themselves to death. Some of your long-term grade school friends would get casually drunk in their friend’s dorms at the extent of their deviance.

But Natasha was different, she went to shitty bars for fun and played her music too loud through all hours of the night. She was apathetic towards anyone’s feelings but her own and found joy in giving random douchebags black eyes just because she could.

To say you had hated each other would be an understatement.

Everyone who had ever set foot in that apartment building knew; if you hear arguing, it’s the tenants in 25B and 26A going at each other’s throats - leave them be or risk getting caught in the vicious crossfire.

By now, the story of your first conversation had been told and retold so many times that anyone who had ever heard it could recount a different version they had been told and neither you nor Natasha would confirm which story was technically correct - it was like a game; the two of you vs the rest of the world.

It wasn’t that there was anything inherently wrong with the original story. It was more about most people finding it a hard pill to swallow that any decently healthy relationship could stem from a conversation that happened somewhere along the lines of Natasha screaming ‘i hate you, you insufferable little brat’ followed by your ‘oh, Romanoff, I love it when you talk dirty to me’.

But the story in itself did a lot to delineate the dynamic that would eventually settle between the two of you. It was quite simple really; Natasha was happy to take the backseat and let everyone think you were the one in charge when, in reality, you’d fall to your knees at the drop of a dime and all she had to do was say the word.

Emotionally, though, Wanda could clearly see that your relationship was fairly balanced. Neither of you seemed to take much more than you gave. Wanda admired that and watching the two of you helped her to better understand how your sex life worked so well.

“Another time, then.” Wanda didn’t dare push further, knowing you’d give up what you wanted - when you wanted. You hummed in confirmation again and reached back to gently brush your fingers against Wanda’s knee.

You noticed her beginning to stir in her seat again - crossing and uncrossing her legs, adjusting her hips, twiddling with her fingers - as her eyes fell out the window. When your eyes flickered to your wife, her finger was pressed into the remote control in her lap and gently turning the dial.

“Natasha, your impatience is rubbing off on others.” You decided to play dumb to Natasha’s game, figuring it to be more fun that way. Wanda internally cursed your perceptiveness as you elbowed at Natasha’s arm to get her attention.

“Is that so?” The red-head inquired as if she hadn’t just made it a thousand times harder for the woman to sit still, “Are you getting all worked up back there, Maximoff?” Wanda was usually a patient person, it was the pleaser in her that didn’t want to push any buttons, but something was making her feel entirely impatient - an ‘i need it and i need it now’ sort of impatience.

A surprised yelp erupted in Wanda’s throat when Natasha suddenly turned the toy up much higher.

“Oh, sweetheart, I love it when you make all those pretty sounds for us.” Natasha had all of the power in this situation, even from the front seat with one hand curled around the steering wheel and the other fiddling at the toy’s wireless remote.

She didn’t have to bother taking her eyes off the road as she listened to the stuttered moans and pleads that started to fall from Wanda’s desperate lips.

“Please, daddy.” Wanda didn’t know what she was begging for but she did know that the pleasure was starting to burn deliciously in her thighs and a look of incurable hunger sparkled from your gaze as you watched her.

“Let me hear you cry for it, baby.” Natasha taunted, a wicked smirk accentuating the evil in her tone. “Let me hear how bad you wanna feel good.”

Another shuddering whimper ripped from Wanda’s throat. Her senses were overloaded and body over excited - fingers searching desperately for something to grab onto, lungs screeching for air, and the ache settled at her clit was agonizing - and she hadn’t even been touched yet.

Then Natasha mumbled, “Go on, touch yourself. I know that you know how.” and Wanda’s eyes flashed between the both of you. She was searching for something in your expressions - anything to indicate whether Natasha was joking or not.

But all she could see was the glimmer of mischievousness that accented Natasha’s, seemingly permanent, smirk and the desperation in your eyes as you tried you best to keep your hands to yourself until you had permission not to.

“Come on, mommy,” You pleaded keenly, chin propped over the back of your seat to get the perfect view of the juddering woman behind you. “I want to see you get off.” Your words only made Wanda more anxious as she clenched around the toy but she wasn’t going to take advantage of this opportunity of having explicit permission.

She hooked her fingers around her underwear and lifted her hips from the seat just enough to peel them off, preparing to discard them onto the floor until Natasha piped in, “Give.” She ordered simply, returning the remote control to her lap and extending her free hand towards the back of the car.

Wanda placed the item in the red-head’s palm, watching her fist curl around the fabric before bringing it into the front with her. “You,” Natasha grabbed your attention without so much as a glance in your direction, “You don’t have permission to do anything but sit there and look all pretty, unless I say otherwise. Understand?”

You were eager to nod, content with the orders you had been given, as Natasha’s balled up the lace piece and shoved it between your parted lips without so much as a warning. You let out a mumbled ‘hmph’ and Wanda groaned at the sight of you with her underwear gagging your words. Her hips lifted off the seat instinctively - she would have settled for anything; hands, fingers, tongue, just something.

“Go ahead, sweetheart.” This must be what a reward is like - Wanda thought - as the tone in Natasha’s voice fell from mocking to something uncharacteristically soft.

Wanda pushed her skirt away and up her hips, eager fingers finding the source of her arousal and spreading her folds to feel the sharp rut of cold air against the heat of her cunt. The moan that she let out was breathy and desperate, as if screaming oh please, please, please! even as there was nothing for her to be begging for.

“Go on baby, make yourself feel good for me. Can you do that?” Natasha questioned, lips upturned in pure evil but Wanda didn’t care as her head began nodding erratically and her fingers came down to circle around her clit.

She wasn’t entirely sure where to look. Should she watch Natasha through the rear-view mirror? Did she even have the courage to meet the hunger in your gaze as you watched her? Would Natasha scold her for closing her eyes? The thoughts made her actions faulted just as Natasha looked to check up on her.

“Look at her, dove,” Natasha cooed sarcastically, “your poor, dumb mommy is so desperate she doesn’t even know how to touch herself properly.” Wanda suddenly understood the appeal of Natasha’s condescending tone and she wanted more.

You mumbled incoherently through the fabric of Wanda’s underwear and quickly looked at Natasha with apologetic eyes as she threw a quick glare in your direction. “That was not an invitation to speak.” She barked as you quickly retreated your gaze back in Wanda’s direction.

“I know you know how to touch yourself, baby.” The rate at which Natasha could change her vocal tone was astonishing, “You expect me to believe I left our bedroom window open, all those times my little dove was getting out of the shower, for nothing?” The younger woman in the backseat took a sharp intake of breath as heat flushed her face for the millionth time in a day.

She couldn’t possibly deny watching you if the blush was any indication of her own lawlessness. Just as she couldn’t deny how she had sunk into her mattress minutes after with her hand between her thighs and imagined kissing every delicate inch of your skin. And the realization that it had been purposeful - at least on Natasha’s end since you were looking at her with surprise in your darkened eyes - made a new rush of arousal coat the inside of her thighs.

She was unapologetically leaking onto the seats as she stroked at her clit. Her eyes met yours for the first time in a number of minutes, locked there and refused to look away as she stroked a sharp circle around the thousands of sensitive nerve endings.

Natasha’s eyes flickered to Wanda through the rear-view mirror, “That’s pathetic, you think you’ll get off like that?” Wanda shuddered at the harshness, “Give my dove the vibe.” Your wife commanded sternly before her eyes fell back onto the road.

Wanda reluctantly tugged the vibrator from her cunt, the feeling caused her head to fall back against the seat as she breathed a sigh of release. You took the small pink toy from Wanda’s shaky hands as you listened to her whine at the empty feeling that settled inside her.

Natasha’s hand slid over the flesh of your left thigh before falling between your legs. “I should have known your slutty pussy would be this soaked. Always so wet, dove.” You let out a choked agreement, hips shuttering towards your wife’s fingers. “Put that toy to good use.” She instructed.

Your eyes fell onto her as you teased it around your entrance before pushing it into your waiting cunt with one long stroke. The vibrations made your hips buck into the air. “Shittt.” The word drew off your tongue slowly as if you were tasting every letter, followed immediately by a chuckle of satisfaction from your wife.

Wanda sunk a finger inside her own cunt, more than determined to cum; even by her own hand. You began to squirm in your seat with just as much desperation as the brunette when you craned your hips into the air in search of something greater than the rhythmic shake Natasha had reduced the toy to. You wanted to get your hands on Wanda - to kiss her, touch her, feel her. You needed to.

“O-oh.” It was the shaky sound that drew your attention back to the backseat, its echo made it indistinguishable between a moan and a whine.

Whatever it was, it seemed to please Natasha as she tightened her hand around the steering wheel and fought the urge to take her eyes off the road. “That’s it baby, keep going.” She encouraged at the soft wet sounds of Wanda’s walls clenching around her finger. “Give yourself more.” She instructed.

Wanda’s neck rolled back in a lull, eyes squeezing shut tightly as she added another slender finger. Your gaze made Wanda’s heartbeat fire all the more rapidly, even with her eyes closed she could feel the longing radiating off of you. It was seared into your brain, you were - for lack of a better word - trained to want to help her.

And your needy groan was proof as you looked her way with clouded eyes, watching the way she got herself off and her hips bucked with determination; fucking into her own fingers.

Natasha huffed, “If you’re going to be such a greedy little cumslut then make yourself useful and go help her.” It wouldn’t ever take anymore than that for you to launch towards Wanda, settle yourself to kneel onto the floor, and eagerly spit out the underwear as you braced your hands on either of Wanda’s thighs.

“You have until we get home to get her off or you’ll be the one working not to get punished.” Natahsa established, foot pressing into the gas pedal to methodically threaten you. “Yes, daddy.” You answered obediently, wasting not another second in pressing forward and taking Wanda’s clit between your lips.

She yelped in surprise and her hips bucked against your face, your mouth licked and sucked at her like a lifeline. Your eyes found hers, fluttering eyelashes and all, to watch the way her chest heaved.

She twitched with every stroke of your tongue, fragments of moans and whines and whimpers tumbling from her throat. But Natasha was having none of it, she wasn’t going to listen to the younger woman loose control so easily. “Talk to her, Maximoff. Or I’ll make her stop.”

Wanda’s toes curled in the confinement of her heels before her hands came up to bury in your hair and tug at the roots. “Fuck, put- oh fuck.” She was trying to speak even as she was melting under the heat of your mouth, especially as she listened to the toy buzz from its confinements in your cunt which was, without doubt, dripping onto the carpeted flooring.

The taste of Wanda distracted you from your will to rut your hips into nothing. She was intoxicating - you could keep drinking and drinking at her and you don’t think you’d ever get enough.

The blissful haze that had settled between you both was interrupted when Natasha sharply hissed a ‘get off, dove’ and you fought the urge to keep going as you pulled away with a complaining whine.

Wanda sobbed then, the feeling of her orgasm retreating made her quickly bury her hands in your hair and bring you back to her cunt. “Put that - oh god - put that dirty mouth to use, baby.” It was breathy and meek but the mere attempt satisfied the red-head in the front seat. “See? How hard was that, sweetheart?”

Wanda didn’t answer, she didn’t have it in her as the coil tightened deep within her stomach and she rocked her hips into your face - the worry of seeming desperate long forgotten as her orgasm approached. “Just like that, baby, just like that. Don’t stop.” She whined, tugging roughly now as her fingers burned with the force of the squeeze she had around the locks of your hair.

Tears ran down her face as she finally came, holding your head tightly against her as her body spasmed and twitched. You took what she was willing to give, mewling at the pleasured squeals that she let out as she coated your face.

When her orgasm subsided, she let you loose and basked in the gasp of air you took into your aching lungs. Her hand hooked under your chin, pulling you up to capture your lips in a filthy kiss.

It was sloppy; flattened tongues and clashing teeth as you kissed at her mouth and she cleaned her slick from your face.

Somewhere in the haze of your intoxication, you mentally noted how Natasha had gone alarmingly quiet. When your eyes flickered to her, she was already smirking at you with an ungodly glint in her eyes. “Fell just a little over your limit, baby.”

In your deep concentration on making Wanda cum, you hadn’t noticed Natasha pull the car into the driveway or shut off the engine. And the realization of your forthcoming punishment only made the pleasure of the vibrating toy inside you heighten.

“Oh, dove, don’t look so scared. Just wait until I get my hands on you.”

[agender-idiot]

Daddy definitely fucks 😳

I Want It All | W. Maximoff (NSFW)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Writer(s): @falsescarletwitch and @subdaddyfreyr

Warnings: swearing, mommy kink, daddy kink, masturbation, spanking, fingering, choking, and probably a few more that I missed.

Word Count: 2,737

The lines on the road had seemingly started to blur together, your own exhaustion chasing you as you sat passenger side to your girlfriend.

Wanda kept her eyes glued to the road, hands firmly at ten-and-two, only occasionally casting you glance with a reassuring smile. You knew well enough she was just as tired as you were. Stark's conferences were enough to take out anyone in attendance, if the alcohol provided by the King of Asgard himself hadn't done the job first.

"Why don't you sleep, детка?" She offered, the pet name rolling off her tongue in that alluring Sokovian accent, making your heart flutter as it broke free. You understood why she had hidden it, somewhat, mainly in conjunction with the aftermath of the incident in Lagos.

"Because, that's not fair to sleep while you have to drive alone for another two hours," you mustered, bringing your jaw off your fist that you had propped up by an elbow against the side of the door.

A laugh reverberated out of the redhead's chest, her lips pulling into a brimming smile as she kept her eyes pinned to the road in front of you both.

The sound of her voice still lingered in your mind, the way she always sought to call you 'baby' in her mother tongue. It instinctively made a warmth rise in your abdomen, repeating in your thoughts as your eyes scanned over her cautiously.

Your eyes followed every curve, admiring the dress she was wearing that clung to every inch of her. The 'V' on the front giving you an ample view of her breasts, of which you couldn't help your lingering view from falling on, watching them rise and fall with each breath.

"I can feel your eyes on me," Wanda mused, breaking her view from the road momentarily, flashing you a wide grin. The emerald in her eyes glinted even in the dim lighting of the car’s dashboard and the occasional street light that you drove under. It made you soften for a moment, ignoring the pool of arousal that had already begun to increase between your thighs.

Your tongue broke between your lips, wetting your bottom lip as her attention held to you for another moment, “You should keep your eyes on the road, Mommy.”

The name immediately made your girlfriend draw in an uneven breath, her eyes planted back onto the road in front of her. At first, you would’ve guessed she was ignoring you, but as you noticed her knuckles beginning to bleed white against the wheel, you knew you’d gotten to her. Her grip was the only thing keeping her grounded at the moment.

A moment passed, debating your course of action before settling on an answer as you shifted in your seat. You made sure to pivot your hips to face the redhead, lifting a leg to prop up on the center console. The satin dress you wore automatically hiking up when your lifted thigh ushered it back, sending a cold wave to rush against your exposed slit. Not wearing panties may have been one of your best decisions- for the sake of torturing your girlfriend that is.

“Y/N-” Wanda warned harshly through her own clenched jaw, straining herself to not turn her cheek and get distracted by you. The scent of your arousal was enough alone to send her over the edge, but the fact that you were angled to her, completely exposed, set off a fire in the pit of her stomach.

However, her warning went ignored, not paying heed to the side-glare that she threw at you. You reached your hand between your legs, running a finger along your folds and letting out a guttural groan at the dripping slick that coated your cunt. The jolt of pleasure that rose from your feet to your core made the groan fade into a barely audible moan.

“детка, last warning,” Wanda forced herself to say, her own voice shaky due to her uneven, hitching breaths. “If you don’t stop what you’re doing, right now, you’ll leave me with no choice but to pull this car over and bend you over the hood.” You couldn’t help but moan out at her words as you pushed your finger past your folds and into your greedy hole. “Fuck, mommy…”

The sensation of your walls eagerly clamping around your single finger was enough to draw out another sultry moan. Letting it echo carelessly throughout the interior of the car and carry across Wanda’s ears. Her grip on the wheel only tightened, and you swear you could’ve caught a glimpse of her clamping her thighs together to discern the throb of her clit at the sight of you touching yourself not even a foot’s distance from her.

You kept each pump gradual at first, eliciting a subtle moan every time you bottomed out against your knuckle. The sound of your own slick being met with each messy thrust was only egging you on, along with watching Wanda squirm beside you. Without hesitation you angled in another finger, slightly raising your hips off the seat to the added pressure as you curled them into you through clinging walls. Another moan ripped from your throat, letting your cunt adjust to the new addition. “I...really wish these...were your fingers, mommy,” you purred out between a mixture of pleasured gasps and breathless moans, driving your fingers deeper into yourself with each thrust.

“К черту это (Fuck this),” Wanda mumbled as she slammed down on the breaks. The car was still on the road, but it was late and she couldn’t focus on the task at hand. Not with you sitting directly beside her, your own fingers pulsating in and out of your greedy, hot cunt. Correction-hers. It was her pussy, and she was going to remind you of that fact, right then and there. Wanda put the vehicle in park and unbuckled herself before your brain ever had the chance to take in what was happening.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” Wanda glared at you as she moved her seat back, creating more room for you to move over to her empty, inviting lap. You did so with flushed cheeks and a giggle, only to have yourself be silenced by Wanda capturing your lips. Her rough movements were a stark contrast in comparison to the softness of her lips, but you didn’t mind it. You craved it, in fact. “A tease. And a whore. Spreading your legs and touching yourself like that, where anyone and everyone who drove past us could see?”

Her hand came down harshly on your ass, the stinging sensation sending waves of both pain and pleasure throughout your body, eliciting a whiney moan from you. “Showing off this pussy so anyone could see it,” Wanda spat as she gave a harsh slap to your cunt. You gasped and bucked your hips at the air, her hand already pulled away. But she saw the movement you made and she smirked, bringing her hand back down to cup your hot flesh. “Showing off my pussy. It’s mine. Isn’t that right, детка?”

You could only manage a shallow nod which was not enough to sate the lust of control that was pooling within Wanda’s mind. Her free hand came up, pinning your chin between her thumb and index finger, forcing you to look at her and growling low, “I asked you a question, Y/N.” Another harsh swing of her open palm met your ass, making the words get caught in your throat as a gasp faded into an uneven whimper, “It’s yours, mommy. All yours.” Your head lolled backwards for a fleeting second, feeling the slick from your cunt beginning to wind a pattern as it trailed down your thighs.

Wanda only hummed in amusement, watching how she was sending you spiraling in desperation within the few seconds she had you straddling her. Her hands found your hips now, pulling you down and forward harshly against her exposed thigh. A sharp moan leapt from your lips at the burning friction that sent a shockwave of pleasure into your abdomen, “Fuck…daddy...”

The name immediately caught the redhead off guard, her eyes shooting up to you in silent question. For a moment, you felt a wave of embarrassment flush over you, the warmth abandoning your stomach and filling your cheeks as you met the steel green eyes locked onto your own y/e/c irises. A second felt like eternity before any hint of green in Wanda’s eyes had dissipated under the lighting to something much darker, sinister, her pupils momentarily dilating. Her lips pulled into a brimming grin, the grip on your hips only seeming to tighten as she drove her nails against the satin garment.

“Daddy?” Wanda cooed menacingly, purposely tensing the muscles in her thigh as she continued to roughly move you back and forth on the bare skin. Every movement she forced you to make added friction to your clit, and it was driving you insane. “Why daddy, детка? What happened to me being mommy, hmm?” You couldn’t respond. You tried to, but the moment you parted your lips, all that came out was a chorus of sinful cries of pleasure. Wanda brought her hand down onto your ass again, causing you to yelp and buck your hips. “You answer your daddy when I talk to you, Y/N. Now, I asked you a question.”

You whimpered and nodded as you tried to compose yourself, even if only for a few brief seconds so that you could answer the older redhead with the darkened, lusted over green eyes. “B-Because mommy makes love, but daddy…Daddy fucks.” Your answer caused the other woman to chuckle softly, one of her arms snaking around your waist as she opened the door and climbed out of the car. She carried you to the front of the vehicle and, as she had previously threatened, she bent you over the hood of her car before running two fingers along your wet folds, collecting your slick. “Daddy fucks, huh?”

The touch sent you bracing further against the hood, the feeling of the chilled metal making your nipples harden further past their already aroused state. A moan ripped through your chest when Wanda repeated her actions, making sure not to press in between your folds just yet. She always took pride in taunting you, and it seems with her new title she was certainly taking that to an extensive level. Her fingers abandoned your needy cunt to trace her fingertips up the inside of your thigh, collecting the slick that had begun to travel down your legs.

A hum built in between her lips, her head cocking with stoicism as she raised an articulated brow, “I’ve never seen you such a fucking mess.” Her fingers returned to trace along your slit, drawing a whimper from your throat, followed by a broken plea, “Please, daddy..” The redhead’s free hand immediately reached forward, finding your mouth and covering her palm flat against your lips as you groaned against the muffling restraint.

“You’re not going to make a fucking sound, детка,” Wanda slurred, her tone rough and laced in her Sokovian accent. She only got this way when she was pissed or jealous, but she was taking her new term to the next level and handling you like the desperate whore you’d become for her tonight. You whimpered at the words, un-phased by the harshness of the command. Your girlfriend quickly abandoned your clit, brushing her thumb through your folds to press harshly down against your sensitive bud, making you jerk forward with a dissatisfied yelp. “Not a fucking sound, you understand?” She seethed, pulling her lips into an endearing grin when your head dropped in desperate nods of understanding.

Before you were able to recuperate from the ache against the throb from your clit, Wanda thrust two fingers into your needy cunt. Your mouth fell open, agape, against her palm, but you didn’t usher a sound, too afraid of the repercussions you would face. She completely withdrew her fingers, groaning at the tightening cling of your walls that were straining to keep her inside. A low laugh played in her chest before she thrust the two same fingers back into you, bottoming out at her knuckles and curling into you with vigor. Her nails just barely scratched along your g-spot, making you jerk your hips back helplessly for that needed pressure against your sensitive spot.

“Look at you,” Wanda laughed, “such a needy little whore for daddy. So fucking desperate to cum that you’ll let me fuck this pretty pussy where anyone can see us.” You wanted to whimper, wanted to moan and cry out, but you fought the urge to do so as you sucked in a deep breath. The redhead released your mouth, her hand lowering to your throat and squeezing just enough that it was pleasurable to you as she thrusted and curled her fingers inside of your hungry cunt, over and over again.

“My pretty little obedient slut,” Wanda cooed as she pulled her fingers out of you, only to slam them back in. Your body jerked, but you remained silent. Wanda couldn’t help but feel pride as she watched how well you were obeying her. “Oh детка,” she mumbled as she leaned down to your ear. “You’ve been such a good girl for daddy. And do you know what good little girls get to do, Y/N?” You shook your head, a single tear rolling down your cheek. “They get to cum. Would you like that, pretty girl? Do you wanna cum for daddy now?”

You could barely manage a coherent nod, between the tears that had begun to stream down your cheeks and the harsh thrusts of your girlfriend driving you against the hood of her car. The weight in your legs had already begun to waver, and the frequent sounds of Wanda’s palms slamming against your soaked cunt only made you begin to tremble further. A scream of pleasure was still stifled deep in your throat, too afraid to make a sound as you approached your high, in fear of the older woman pulling out and leaving your orgasm ruined.

“Is that a yes, do you want to be a good girl and come undone around my fingers?” Wanda snarled with an unrelenting grin, her fingers only curling impossibly deeper into you, finally striking the soft tissue where you need the most pressure. The familiar coil winding in your abdomen nearly made your knees buckle, if it hadn’t been for the weight of your girlfriend behind you keeping you grounded. She knew you were there, she knew you wanted to unravel. “I can feel you, I can feel your cunt begging to come undone. Cum, be a good girl, and cum for daddy.”

The words that fell from her lips sent you spiraling, your thighs instinctively clamping around her hand as they trembled through your climax. Throughout each wave of pleasure, Wanda thrust in rhythm with the contracting and releasing of your fluttering walls, spilling out your orgasm along her fingers and into her palm. The release pulled a hitched moan out of the back of her throat, abandoning the clinging walls of your cunt to find your swollen clit and roll soft circles over the pulsating bud. You couldn’t restrain the breathless moan that ebbed from your lungs around the hold Wanda kept around your throat. It wasn’t the pleasurable cry of ecstasy that she was used to when she made love to you, but after all, she was fucking you this time. It had to end a little differently.

Wanda slowly pulled her hand away from the sensitive space between your slick covered thighs, bringing her fingers up to her own mouth, wrapping her lips around them. The redhead let out a deep moan as she licked all evidence of your orgasm off of her fingers and palm before bringing her hand back down to your hip. Smiling at you, she helped you readjust your dress, pulling it back down over your ass and covering the intimate areas that were meant for her eyes only. “You were so good for me tonight, детка. So good, in fact, that when we get home, I’ll give you exactly what that naughty mind of yours has been wanting since we left.”

[agender-idiot]

Distraction (Agatha Harkness x Reader)

Request: hiii first of all, my gosh. i love your fics!! they're so so good, thank you for writing them 🥰 my request would be oneshot of agatha x reader smut please 😙 the idea is agatha is working so to distract her for fun, the reader starts moaning and teasing her about the dirty things she wants agatha to do to her. agatha can't take it anymore and rails her w a strap to make her pay for what she did (thank you!!!) (anon)

Contents: NSFW, smut, 18+, bratty r (kinda), masturbation, mommy kink, praising, strap-on, (light) magic play, (light) overstimulation minors DNI

A/N: I really liked writing this one, thank you for the amazing request anon <3

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You watched Agatha as she flipped through another one of her spellbooks at her desk across the room. She’d been sitting there for hours, reading and practicing spells only getting up once for the bathroom and lunch.

One thing about Agatha: she knew how to focus. You don’t become a powerful witch of her stature without a sharp mind, that’s for sure.

It was a trait of hers that you usually admired, but not right now.

No, right now, all you could think about was how badly you wanted her to touch you.

You eyed her hands as she went through the motions of another spell. Her gorgeous, veined hands with fingers that knew exactly how to make you cry out. Oh how they would rub you, coat themselves in your slick and tease your entrance, making you beg for her until she’d finally decide to plunge them in and-

“Your thoughts are quite loud, sweetheart.” Agatha’s voice interrupted your fantasies. Your face flamed and you suddenly became fully aware of the dampness between your legs.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you said in a tone that said quite the opposite. You stood up from the couch you had been lounging on and walked over to her desk. You leaned towards her, cleavage on full display. “You’re just so sexy when you’re focused honey.”

Agatha arched a brow. “Is this your method of distracting me, Y/N? Because if so, you’ll have to work a lot harder than that.” With that, she opened up her book again and resumed reading.

“Oh come on,” you whined. “Don’t you want a break?”

“Mm mm,” she hummed in response.

“Fine.” She could play hard to get, but you’d make her pay.

The witch was of course bluffing right now. She was more than ready to bend you over and take you at that moment but where was the fun in that? Besides, she secretly enjoyed it when you got defiant.

“You know, that’s really a shame Aggs,” you said, taking off the shirt you were wearing and throwing it to the floor as you returned to the couch. “I had a few ideas for what we could do during your break.”

You slipped your pants off in a swift motion, leaving you in your bra and panties. Agatha’s eyes were still focused on the book in front of her, much to your annoyance. Off with the bra too, then.

You began massaging your tits, pulling at your nipples and feeling them harden in your hands. You let out a moan of satisfaction at the sensation, pleasure building low in your abdomen. “Mm I’m getting so wet, Aggs.”

Your hand began travelling downwards and you grinned when you noticed Agatha’s clenched jaw.

Slipping your hand under the waistband of your panties, you began lightly teasing your clit. Light jolts of pleasure shot through you, making you gasp.

Though she was trying to act indifferent, you were getting to Agatha. She had been reading the same sentence over and over since you started your antics, unable to focus. At the sound of your moans, she felt a throbbing sensation begin between her own legs.

“You sure you don’t want to join in,” you smirked. “I think your fingers would fit so well in my aching, dripping cunt.”

You watched with a thrill as Agatha’s features became more flushed, turning her cheeks and the tips of her ears pink. But she still refrained from looking at you, resulting in you taking your panties off.

You settled into the couch comfortably and spread your legs wide. While one hand rubbed circles around your clit, you used the other to tease at your entrance. Agatha would probably make you pay for this, and that’s exactly what you were counting on.

“I know you want to,” you hummed. You pushed two digits into your hole, your juices coating your fingers as a moan escaped your lips. “Imagine if this was your strap instead.” The thought of Agatha fucking you in her office made your walls clench around your fingers.

Agatha couldn’t take it anymore. The lewd sound of your fingers pumping in and out of you and the smell of your sex were filling the air, making her head spin. She finally looked up from the book she wasn’t even reading and was greeted with a sight worth drooling over.

Your eyes were trained on hers as your hands continued their ministrations. There was a sheen of sweat on your flushed skin, making it shine. Agatha’s eyes drifted to your fingers, admiring the way they pushed their way in and out of your swollen sex, glistening with your juices.

The sight was enough to make Agatha reach her hand down between her legs to try and still the incessant throbbing there.

“It feels so good mommy,” you gasped as you continued fingering yourself.

That was the final straw. The brunette stood up from her chair and walked around to lean against her desk.

The hungry look in her blue eyes as she watched you only made you want her more. Your breathing was becoming erratic and you were so close. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, ready for the tension coiling inside you to snap at any moment.

“Stop.”

The single word startled you into opening your eyes, your hands stilling their movements. Mind foggy, you furrowed your brows, “What?”

“You heard me baby,” Agatha said, walking over to you, a wicked grin on her face. She placed one hand next to your head on the back of the couch as she hovered over you.

With a whimper you withdrew your hands and placed them at your sides instead. You figured your odds of getting touched were better if you obeyed her right now.

“That’s my girl,” she rewarded you with her other hand coming down to cup your sex. “So needy, aren’t we?”

Agatha traced light circles around your clit, making you gasp. “Just couldn’t wait for mommy to come and touch you hmm?” Her tone was dripping with fake sympathy.

“Yes mommy,” you nodded vigorously. “Need you so bad. I want to be your good girl.”

She withdrew her hand, eliciting a whine from you until you saw she was unbuttoning her shirt. “Good girl, hm? Good girls don’t distract their mommy while she’s working, hon.”

Agatha’s words only fuelled the arousal making its way out from between your legs.

Taking off her pants, she revealed that she was wearing her favourite purple strap underneath. Somehow the witch had known that today would end with it inside of you.

Agatha guided you onto all fours, your hands gripping the back of the couch. All you could focus on was your cunt, throbbing from its robbed orgasm.

Her hand left a trail of goosebumps down your back as it came to a stop at your ass, where it caressed the supple flesh gently. Without warning, her hand drew back and came down in a sharp slap, making you hiss.

She immediately soothed the heated flesh with her hand. “Oh I’m sorry baby, did that hurt?” Agatha cooed. You nodded, looking back at her while biting your lip.

“Well maybe you’ll think twice before teasing me like that again, hm?”

“I’m sorry mommy,” you whimpered.

“That’s alright bunny,” Agatha said, lining the strap up with your sopping cunt. “But you still need to learn your lesson.”

The tip slid through your folds and pushed against your sensitive bundle of nerves, making you gasp with need. “Please,” you moaned. “I need you mommy.”

She slid the strap into your core suddenly, bottoming out inside of you. You couldn’t help the moan that made its way out of you at the feeling of being filled up to the brim, Agatha’s hips flush against your ass.

Agatha quickly picked up a rhythm of drawing her hips back and slamming them back into you, ensuring her strap was buried deep inside before pulling out again. Your hands gripped the back of the sofa, knuckles white as the strap hit the sweet spot inside you over and over.

The hand that wasn’t gripping your ass came up to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling you back so she could lean close to your ear.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby,” she cooed. “You wanted mommy to bend you over and just fuck you like the slut you are hm?” She punctuated this with a particularly hard thrust, making the knot in your stomach tighten.

When you didn’t respond right away, mind too foggy with pleasure, Agatha tugged at your hair sharply. “I think I asked you something,” she snapped, stilling her hips.

“Yes,” you choked out, desperate for her to keep fucking you. “This is what I wanted!”

“Mm,” she hummed. The grip on your hair loosened and Agatha pulled out of you momentarily, making you whine. The walls of your aching cunt clenched around nothing.

“Turn over for me, princess,” Agatha said, helping you onto your back. “Mommy wants to see that pretty face.”

You laid down on the couch, head against the arm rest. Agatha kneeled between your legs and guided the strap back into you. Your walls clenched around it as Agatha began pounding into you again.

Your breathing became more erratic, making your chest rise and fall rapidly. You bit your lip to try and stop your loud moans.

“Uh uh honey,” Agatha gripped your jaw, forcing your mouth to fall open. “Let’s hear those gorgeous sounds.”

“Fuck mommy,” you cried out. “It feels so good!”

“Oh I know it does sweetheart,” she cooed. Sensing you were close, her other hand travelled down to your sex, where she pressed the pad of her thumb against your clit. “You just love having mommy’s big cock inside you, don’t you bunny?”

“Oh fuck, y-yes!” Your hips were bucking upwards, your back arching as you tried to push yourself closer to Agatha. You could feel heat spreading under your skin as you neared the edge.

“Come for me baby,” Agatha savoured the sight of your orgasm ripping through you, pleasure overtaking your body. She leaned down to capture your lips with hers in a hot kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth.

You pulled away after a moment, breathless. Agatha was still slowly thrusting into you and you could feel the fire in your abdomen starting all over again. Your cunt was still sensitive though and you found yourself whimpering every time Agatha hit the spot inside you.

“Don’t tell me you can’t get out another one, princess,” Agatha pouted, her hand reaching out to move the strands of hair stuck to your damp forehead. Her own face was flushed, as she watched you intently with her blue eyes. “What, with you begging so hard for it earlier.”

You didn’t respond, instead opting to bring her head back down to you for another kiss. Your fingers wrapped themselves in her hair as you nipped at her lip, making Agatha moan into your mouth.

The embrace seemed to spur her on as she picked up her pace, determined to make you come undone again. “You’re doing so well, my pretty girl,” she panted against your lips.

Suddenly you felt the familiar tingling of Agatha’s magic caressing your nipples and clit. The feeling was simply delicious and it upped in intensity until you were writhing under Agatha.

“You’re so pretty like this baby,” Agatha whispered in your ear, her hand holding up your head close to her. “So desperate for mommy.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. “Mommy I-I’m going to come,” you cried out. Your legs were wrapped around her waist now, pulling her as close as you could to you.

“Come for me baby,” Agatha gasped in your ear. “Come for mommy.”

Her magic intensified even more somehow, sending you over the edge. Agatha bit down on the shell of your ear as you wrapped your arms around her neck.

Your muscles tensed right before you dissolved into pleasure, a guttural groan making its way out from your lips. Agatha held you close as the aftershocks wracking your body stilled, and you slumped in her arms.

Agatha slowly untangled herself from you and stood up. You watched her through hooded eyes as the strap around her hips disappeared and she summoned a towel into her hands.

She returned to you on the couch and leaned over you with a smile on her face, wiping your forehead with the towel.

“My good girl,” she whispered softly, before pressing a kiss to your forehead.

[agender-idiot]

okay so can u pretty please do a 🥺🥺-

WandaNat take r to a sex club, r had been bratty all week long and was particularly worse on their way to the club. As punishment they tease r mercilessly at the club. wht r doesnt know is they have booked one of the vip rooms for the weekend that looks like a fucking sex dungeon…..

with prompts:

“Kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.”

“Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“I don’t care how good it feels you’d better not cum.”

- 🍑

Note: 🥵

Pair: Dom!Natasha x Dom!Wanda x F!Sub!Reader

Warning: Smut, sex swing, vibrator use, clamps, strap on sex, blindfold, edging, daddy kink, mommy kink

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“Just tell me where we are going already!” You huff at the two red hair at the front seat, who cleared out your schedule to take you somewhere.

“Behave, kitten, don’t make me tell you twice.” Natasha gives you a look from the rear mirror.

“We will be there soon; we have a surprise for you.” Wanda coos to calm you and Natasha down before you reach your destination.

Twenty minutes later, Natasha had drove into a seemly normal building, “We are here.”

“Oh, is this a hotel or something? Is this a romantic weekend getaway?” You jump out of the car, and they just chuckle. “Why?”

“Something like that, printsessa.” Wanda comes to your right side and put her arm on the back of your neck, while Natasha leads you with her hand on your waist.

Natasha put her number in on the screen and the elevator opens, when you step out of the elevator, your mouth drops.

It looks like a fucking sex dungeon in the room, all the different devices that you’ve only seen in porn videos, something tells you this is not a romantic getaway you were imagining.

“Um, babies? What is this place?” You look at Natasha, then Wanda.

“A sex club, well, one of their VIP rooms that we booked.” Wanda kindly explains.

“You thought we would really tolerate you throwing tantrum at us for a whole week?” Natasha grins and lift up your chin, “No, honey. If you’re going to act like a little brat then I’m going to treat you like a little brat.”

“What do you say if you want us to stop, detka?” Wanda slowly undresses you; she makes an eye contact when she asks.

“Red.” You swallow when her lips start kissing down your abdomen as she unbuttons your shorts; you can see Natasha’s strap pops out of her pants when she pulls the zipper down.

Wanda pushes you onto a swing, she spreads you open and you can feel the cold air hitting your soaked panties, “Tsk, tsk. Nat, come look at how ready our kitten is for us already.”

Natasha walks over to see the wet stain on your underwear, then put her fingers against it to have you whine for her touch, “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Mommy, daddy, I’m sorry……” You look at the women and beg for their mercy knowing they’re going to make it a torture for you, “I’m not your brat, I’m your good girl.”

“That’s cute.” Wanda kisses you as Natasha gets rid of your panties, “I’m afraid we need more than words to believe that, kotenok.”

Natasha set you properly onto the sex swing and make sure your ankles are tied firmly. “Just one instruction for you today, kitten: We are going to use you, but you don’t get to cum. You will be punished if you do, understand?”

“Yes daddy.” You try your best to please the pair.

“Good.” Natasha slaps your cunt with her heavy strap, the watery sound is replaced with your whimper when she moves you easily and the entire silicon toy disappears in you.

Wanda joins to fill your mouth as soon as she finishes undressing, she lowers your head and ease her strap into your mouth, you try to take as much as possible, and Natasha’s pound pushes you further to take Wanda in your throat, “Nat, you’re going to gag them.”

“I didn’t hear them complaining.” Natasha grabs your ankle to move you back and forth between their cocks, “Right, slut?”

You made an effort to reply to her, but only a gaging sound comes out of your throat. You felt like their personal toy when they use you like this - only for their pleasure, and not yours.

“Told you so.”

Wanda replaces Natasha to fill up your cunt for a minute, and Natasha comes back with a blindfold and a vibe. She helps you on with the blindfold.

“Mommy…” You whine when you feel the vibration against your sensitive clit, “I’m close.”

“I don’t care how good it feels, you’d better not cum.” Natasha says and you feel the withdraw of the vibrator.

You adjust your breath to calm the upcoming orgasm.

One of their finger comes to your harden clit as the strap is bury deep in you, your walls tighten around the thickness, “You know who’s touching you, detka?”

“M- mommy, it’s you mommy.” Your toes rolled up when you feel you’re about to cum.

“Wrong answer.” Wanda pulls out her strap and some of your juice comes out with it.

You feel a bite on your nipples, and the cold chains makes you realized it’s a nipple clamp, until you feel another clamp on your clit.

The little pull drives you insane and start kicking, “Daddy- daddy!”

“Behave, kitten. Didn’t you tell us you’re a good girl?” Natasha scolds and pulls the chain on you.

You whine softly when you feel your cunt filled again.

“What a slut, how about this? If you can guess who’s using you right now correctly, we will let you cum.” Wanda suggests.

“Yes please, mommy.” Your pussy throb against nothing as the strap on is pulled out again.

The woman tugs your chain as she pushes the strap inside, she thrusts hard but slow, like she knows your body more than you do. The hard thrust is quickly replaces with more eager, passionate pounds, you can feel your thighs bumping into each other and your nipples being pulled.

Natasha says breathlessly, “Do you know who this is?”

“Daddy!” You yell as you feel your stomach tighten.

“Oh, honey.” Wanda says before sending you to the edge with her slap on your pussy, “You don’t know it’s mommy?”

Natasha removes the vibrator on her clit, “It’s okay. We have a very long weekend.”

[agender-idiot]

pity the arsonist maximoff + romanoff

switch!wanda x bottom!reader x top!natasha

PART OF THE MOMENTS SILENCE UNIVERSE

summary || set one week after wanda’s first swing at sex with you and natasha. wanda is more than eager to get back into bed with you but she begins to fear she’ll lose that privilege if she doesn’t learn to take charge. previous part : common tongue

word count : 3.6k

disclaimer || 18+, strong language, smut, office/semi-public sex, fingering (r receiving), phone sex, dirty talk (praise + pet names), mommy/daddy kink, voyeurism (idk if you can really call it that but whatever)

a/n || this is even less edited than my other works so i really hope they’re aren’t too many mistakes. this piece of work is not to be copied or translated anywhere. thank you for reading!!!

gif source wanda , gif source natasha

Got a meeting at 9, my office at 11? <3

Wanda still had the pale yellow post-it note from you folded and shoved into her pocket as she sunk back against the, overwhelmingly comfortable, black leather armchair in your office.

As her eyes flickered curiously around the empty room, it dawned on her that she had always been too nervous around you to actually take in the dynamics of the space. Given her newfound knowledge on the interior design of your home, she could easily tell that you had decorated both spaces. They just had your taste.

The walls, for instance, were a soft grey color that contrasted against the deep black marble flooring which stretched the expanse of the building. There was a large wall of windows directly behind your desk doing an excellent job at allowing the afternoon sun to bathe the room in a soft light.

It resembled you - in some deep metaphorical way that she wouldn’t begin to know how to explain.

Or maybe that was just your scent lingering that clouded her senses and filled her brain with nothing but you.

She heard you before she could actually see you. The distinct sound of your heels escorted the silence that had suddenly fallen over the entire top floor - as if every individual employee were too afraid they’d be fired if they even breathed loud enough.

Wanda briefly wondered what they would think if they had gotten the chance to see you the way she had; sunk onto your knees with submission written into the depths your irises.

Would they still be so scared of you if they had seen the way you squirmed and whined and begged? If they had heard the filthy way Natasha talked to you - and the pathetic way you got off on it?

The door closed somewhere behind her and the tension in her shoulder blades started to melt away, even more so when she felt your hand brush down the curve of her bicep.

“Remind me, the next time Tony Stark wants to meet with me, to send someone who can stomach listening to him talk about himself for two whole hours.” You suggested sarcastically in a low voice as your head fell to press a kiss to the skin just behind her ear.

“The only person who can stand listening to Mr. Stark talk is Mr. Stark.” Her assessment made you laugh, stacking the papers from your hand into a neat pile at the corner of your desk. “You’re right about that.”

She studied you as you moved towards the other side of the furniture, all but collapsing tiredly into the large office chair that - if you asked Wanda - you looked entirely too delicious perched in; seething with a power that most people could only dream to possess.

Your eyes met hers in the following moments and a smile pressed onto your lips, “I missed you this morning.” Wanda fought the blush that threatened to redden her cheeks as she breathed a, slightly embarrassed, ‘missed you too’ into the air.

It’s not that she hadn’t wanted to wake up with you - all she thought about these days was waking up with you and Natasha by her side - but the inner battle to shed away the innocence that still barricaded inside her chest had gotten the better of her the last couple of nights.

When she was alone in her house, swimming in a pool of her own pitiful thoughts, she couldn’t help but be angry with herself. She wanted to do it - take control of you the same way she had watched Natasha do, fuck you with the same confidence and power that Natasha had.

But she wasn’t Natasha.

She had never taken control of anyone.

She still blushed when she caught you looking at her as you passed each other in the hallway. When she met Natasha’s eyes on the way to the mailbox in the evenings, her ears went hot at the smug wink and smirk the red-head sent in her direction.

Your voice broke the spiral of thoughts tumbling around in her mind, “Nat isn’t as grumpy in the mornings when you’re there.” It was a lighthearted joke, very obviously. But the moment the words left your lips, there was no stopping the blood that instantly rushed her cheeks and it was absolutely futile to try and bite back the smile that followed soon after.

A soft silence fell between the two of you then, but it was far from uncomfortable as Wanda watched you work from the laptop in front of you. She thought about what to do next - the wheels in her head turning with a plethora of things to say or do, if she could manage actually finding the courage to.

“You’re thinking too hard.” You announced matter-of-factly without bothering to tear your attention away from the computer or cease typing away at the keys. A huff of agreement fell from her lips and then it was quiet again.

“You don’t have to always be nervous around me. Or Natasha. Clearly, we only bite when you want us to.” The joke did do the job of easing her down the cliff, especially as your own smile widened and you sent a glance in her direction. “We may be intense people but we’re not going to hurt you.” Your eyes were soft with sincerity.

She didn’t say anything in return, nothing even bothered to form at the tip of her tongue. After watching her chew anxiously at her bottom lip for a few short seconds, you shook your head and rose to your feet.

She watched attentively as you ambled towards her your heels echoed against the floor like music to her ears. Your smile never faltered, even as you planted yourself atop of the desk.

Her eyes flickered shamelessly to where your skirt rode up your thighs and immediately shot back up to meet your amused expression. She would have been completely embarrassed, but that was no use.

The diversion of her attention caused you to cock a single eyebrow as you motioned for her to stand, “Come here.” On shaky legs, she rose to her feet and shuffled towards you until she was situated directly between your parted knees.

“I mean it, Wanda.” The sound of her name rolling so pointedly off your tongue only made her legs weaker and she braced her hands against the edge of the desk to keep herself upright.

Your fingers moved to her wrists, guiding her to press her open palms against either of your thighs, “Relax.”

You could see the hesitation flash in her eyes, fading away just as quiet before she heaved towards you and caught your lips. The surprised squeak that pushed from your throat vibrated against her lips, your hands flying up to cup her cheeks.

As if trying to catch you off guard, her tongue drew a soft strike against your bottom lip and you welcomed her to delve into your mouth with delirium.

Her hands tightened tentatively around your thighs, squeezing the flesh between slender fingers and forcing the fabric of your skirt towards your hips. The metal of her rings were cold and surely leaving crescent shaped indents in your skin.

Her eyes were dark when she pulled away, breath entangling with yours in the space between you both as you looked at each other without a single word.

You didn’t need to question what she was asking in her head as her eyes darted between yours and her neck twitched forward hopefully - keep going?

You nodded a silent encouragement as you watched her brain work overtime to decide whether that had been her cue to continue.

You slid your hands to the back of her head and tangled your fingers in the brunette locks at the base of her skull, just in time for her lips to find yours again; much more rushed and eager now.

You could feel her straighten against you as she regained some of the strength in her legs which she used to push yours further open and step closer.

You were prepared to take the lead, without Natasha there you figured someone would have to, but her nails began to rake against the inside of your thighs and you decided to let her explore what she was capable of doing on her own.

You hummed a soft ‘Yeah, just like that, Wanda’, and she took a moment to bask in the praise before brushing her tongue against yours and using your gasp as an excuse to move her lips down to your neck.

A shuttered moan echoed into the room, your own throat seemed surprised by the sound and you became embarrassingly glad that Natasha had convinced you to sound-proof the walls back when you first started dating. It was your turn to blush, Wanda catching the heat in your cheeks for the first time.

You looked entirely beautiful underneath her, she thought; all flushed as she watched the power dissipate from your demeanor. You were growing desperate, giving into her and she was lapping it up without a second thought.

“I’m not as weak as you think I am.” Wanda finally hissed, certainly a sharp tone for her but still a gentleness lingering somewhere behind it. She was scared to overstep, to come off wrong without the proper taunt on her voice that Natasha had.

Her teeth sunk into the skin of your collarbone and surely left a mark you’d have to half-heartedly scold her for later. But neither of you cared very much as your breathy laugh accompanied a teasing ‘then prove it’.

Of course, you didn’t actually think that she was weak - if the younger woman had taught you anything since you had hired her it was to know better than underestimate her abilities. But the opportunity was presenting itself and you were certainly going to milk whatever confidence-high she was riding for as long as you could.

She finally found it in her to brush her knuckle against the fabric of your underwear, just hard enough for you to feel the digit against your, already aching, clit.

Your head fell back, a hand leaving her neck to brace yourself against the glass surface of the desk, as she continued her eager assault down your chest. Bite marks and purple-red bruises followed her lips.

Just as her finger curled around the band of your underwear, the ring of the office phone shattered the delicate bubble the two of you had created around yourselves.

“Fucking hell.” You huffed frustratedly, pulling away to meet Wanda’s blown-out pupils as she looked up at you through her eyelashes.

Her hand begun to retreat warily from between your thighs and you quickly grabbed her wrist, urging her to continue with pleading eyes that could only be screaming please, please, please, don’t stop.

Wanda’s eyes glinted with uncertainty - but how could she deny you when you were looking at her so desperately as if she was solely responsible for the fate of your universe?

Her hands creeped up your thighs, circled around the band of your underwear, and began to guide the lacy fabric straight down the length of your legs.

Her chest filled with pride as her eyes skimmed over the wet spot in the middle of the fabric; coaxing flashbacks of the same prideful feeling that warmed her chest as she had helped Natasha fuck you nights ago.

The hand that wasn’t holding yourself up against the desk fell reluctantly and extended towards the phone, curling your fist around it and lifting it towards your ear.

“Romanoff.” You announced, heart hammering in your chest as all you could do was hope you sounded composed.

Wanda pressed her fingers to your entrance and gathered your slick on three fingers. In a surge of confidence and pure adrenaline, she locked her eyes onto yours and lifted her fingers to her lips before greedily sucking them clean.

Your teeth sinking into your bottom lip was the only line of defense between sounding out-of-breath at most and moaning straight into the phone.

“Oh, don’t sound so professional, doll.” Your eyes shot towards the phone at the sound of your wife’s voice, her number rolling across the small screen on the receiver.

The tension melted from your shoulders as Wanda returned her hand between your thighs, a single finger pushing into your cunt as far as she could and curling with intention - calculated.

Your hips craned towards her, a broken ‘b-baby’ falling somewhere between a breathy moan and a whispered calling to the red-head on the other end of the phone. You could practically hear the smirk that grew on Natasha’s lips then, imagining the way she likely leaned back in her own office chair at home and proper her feet up on the desk.

Wanda’s finger curled again against your eagerly contracting walls, the sound of your ever-growing arousal was surely audible enough for your wife to hear from where she was.

Natasha’s voice was much darker when she spoke next, “You know I love that sound of that, baby.” If you had to guess, you would have assumed that her eyes were just as dark and clouded as the ones Wanda peered up at you with.

A shuttered whimper was all your wife received in return as another ardent finger was added to aid Wanda’s ministrations inside you.

“Such pretty sounds, dove.” Natasha sung, “You by yourself in there or has my brilliant little protégé finally taken some initiative?” You would have laughed if it hadn’t have been for Wanda’s palm grinding against your clit and your continually dwindling composure. A pleasured hiss forced itself between your gritted teeth as your head fell onto the brunette’s shoulder.

“Wanda, fuck.”

Natasha laughed, loud enough for Wanda to hear. “I guess that answers that, doesn’t it?” The phone tumbled from your hands and clattered onto the desk, just in time for you to catch yourself from slipping backwards.

Wanda’s fingers sped up, hungry-looking eyes watching you closely as you ground your hips so desperately against her palm.

Blindly, your hand fumbled for the dialer and transferred the call onto speaker before quickly shooting forward and tangling into its rightful place in the back of Wanda’s head.

“So good for me.” Wanda finally mumbled, even as she feared that her sudden courage would break her strict concentration.

“Oh, I see.” Natasha stated, all signs of a smirk leaking from her voice. “Let me guess, she’s got you pinned against that gorgeous desk of yours with one of those perfect hands between your pretty thighs?” She knew what she was doing, further igniting the need in your chest.

She always knew how to add fuel to the fire.

It was only a defeated yelp but it said enough to answer her question, your hips desperately pushing forward for more, more, more; which Wanda was happy to give.

“Is she being good for you, Maximoff? Don’t you dare let her be a brat.”

Wanda groaned at your wife’s tone, quickly following up with, “So good, so fucking good.” The praise made your heart beat impossibly faster. “Want more!” You squealed as Wanda’s teeth sunk into your shoulder.

“Now that’s not how you ask for something, dove.” Natasha’s voice was harsh, something she figured Wanda wouldn’t have the heart to do yet.

But Wanda surprised all three of you as her free hand left it’s place on your thigh and gripped tightly your chin to force you to look at her, “Say ‘please’.” She demanded, the strictness in her voice yanking a pleading moan from your chest.

You were far worse than anything the word ‘needy’ could describe; on the verge of falling apart underneath the younger woman and too fucked-out to care about composure when a thousand variations is please, Wanda, please give me more! started raining from your tongue so fast they became nearly incoherent babbles.

Wanda, satisfied with the dynamic that had settled between the two of you, complied to your wishes and sunk a third finger into your cunt. You welcomed the newest intrusion, hungrily clenching around all of her fingers as your throat contracted with another loud moan.

“Mommy!” It startled Wanda, her fingers faltering for a fraction of a second before quickly working into you again at a speed you weren’t entirely sure was human. “Oh,” Natasha laughed wickedly, “Now the real fun begins.”

Wanda’s fingers curled and twisted as if she knew your body. Just when you thought you couldn’t get any more surprised at her sudden dominance, the hand from your chin fell to wrap around your throat and squeezed at either side.

“Oh, my little dove, you sound so messy.” Natasha’s comment only made you more and more desperate to cum, bucking wildly against Wanda’s hand with little regard to how outright pathetic you must have looked.

“I’m so fucking close.” Your high-pitched plead was shattered by a needy whine, one that burned in the back of your throat.

Wanda spoke up quickly, “Ask daddy if you can cum.” It was a shot in the dark, for her to even assume you called Natasha that. But her demand made your eyes fall onto her own so, even as the words tasted unfamiliar on her tongue, the glint in your eye made it worth sticking her neck out.

“Go ahead, ask her all pretty like I know you know how.”

You shuttered, bracing a hand against her shoulder as your nails curled into the delicate skin. “Daddy, please!” You gasped, “Please, please! I’ll be so good! I promise I’ll be good. Please just let me cum!”

This is what she wanted, to have complete power over you as you did nothing but take. With her fingers working inside your cunt as if she’d always be the only thing standing between you and pure bliss, there was no time for you to think. No time for strategy or counter.

On the other end of the call, it was silent for a moment, as if Natasha was very seriously contemplating her answer before a satisfied hum rang out, “Fine. But you better make it real good, dove, for playing without me.”

She sounded upset, and Wanda probably thought she was as her fingers slowed down ever so slightly, but you knew your wife better than that. She was extremely proud of Wanda’s growing desire to please you.

Your hand fell and circled around Wanda’s wrist again, urging her to keep going and go fast. Her hand sped up again; fingers pressing into that spot inside you that made your entire body twitch with need, the other tightening around your throat as you gasped for breath.

You let out a loud wail as you came, fist enclosing impossibly tighter around Wanda’s forearm and head doubling back so fast that the blood began to rush through your ears.

The sound of Wanda’s name bounced off the walls, accompanied by her praises of, “You’re so good, making Mommy so proud, baby.”

You latched your lips onto hers, desperate to ground yourself back into the world of feeling. It was a hasty kiss, rushed and sloppy as Wanda’s fingers collected the drool that dribble down your chin before pushing her fingers into your inviting mouth.

You whined around her fingers, shuttering away from her as the feeling became overwhelming. Her fingers slowed to a stop and rested inside your cunt for a moment as you clenched around them.

Most of the encouraging praises from Natasha sounded no more than radio static on your overdriven ears. You did catch the rewarding ‘good job, my dove’ that she hummed as the excitement subsided and the room fell into a chorus of heavy breathing and the occasional involuntary whimper as Wanda retracted her fingers completely and licked them clean.

Natasha let the both of you unwind for a moment, listening to the sound of your breathing evening out in sync before she spoke, “Wanda, I expect to see you tonight. It sounds like a reward is in order.” An excited shiver fell down Wanda’s spine.

“Yes ma’am.” The word made Natasha scoff playfully, “Oh don’t pull that shit with me now, what did I tell you?”

“Sorry, Nat.” Wanda corrected herself with a blush.

“Now do me a favor, sweetheart. Take that pretty little lace piece you’ve got laying on the floor and keep it safe for me, yeah?”

You rolled your eyes at your wife’s antics as Wanda bent down and scooped your underwear into her hands before tucking them into the same pocket as her beloved post-it note.

It took her a moment before her face scrunched in confusion, glancing down at where your underwear resided in her pocket and then shooting up to meet your eyes, “How did she know…?”

A giggle fell from your lips, your hand coming up to point into the top corner of the room. She followed with her eyes, until they landed on a camera hanging from the ceiling. She looked back at you then, eyebrows raised in surprise.

“What?” You started, cheeky grin playing on your lips, “This is one of my favorite places to play.”

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Three’s not a crowd || I

Pairings: Wanda maximoff x fem! Reader x Natasha romanoff

Synopsis: You didn’t know how this all started, why they wanted you all to them selves. You were just trying to live a simple life, that’s until Natasha and Wanda both decided they have other plans for you. 

Warnings: Smut 18+, fingering, using of the petnames kitten, soft! dom! Wanda x sub! Reader, yandere! Wandanat au, mentions of blood, lactation kink, tiddy sucking, dubcon, Wanda using her magic to manipulate the reader. Stalking. FILTH. 

Word count: 5.9k

Translation: miláčik - honey

A/n: This has been stuck in my drafts for months now, and here it is. In this au every one has their powers and whatyou not but the avengers don’t exist. Let me know what you think of it :) and yes, Nicholas is my oc and I wanted to include him in this au. Enjoy.

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You were a simple barista, living an average life. Every day- except the weekends- you would wake up at around seven in the morning to get changed into your work clothes. By the time you arrived at the cafe you worked at, it would be eight. 

The weather had been killing you for the past few weeks. It’s not that you hated the heat, but summer was just another reminder of summer break. When students would be done with school for the term or semester, it would get very busy and sometimes you didn’t even get a chance to simply sit down and relax. 

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double date.

this is part four of ‘schooled.’ - reading the other parts isn’t necessarily required to understand the story, but it is recommended (:

pairing(s): professor!natasha romanoff x stepmom!wanda maximoff x sharon carter x fem!reader, established sharon carter x fem!reader, established natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

a/n: i’m pretty sure i hit most, if not all of my major kinks with this one.

summary: you find yourself in an awkward situation that requires you to get through one dinner with your stepmother, professor, and the person they seem to despise the most — your new girlfriend.

warnings (18+ only): dubcon, legal age gap (r is 18+), dom!wandanat, switch!sharon, sub!reader, mommy kink, praise kink, degradation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (r receiving), nat & wanda being mean to sharon, choking, scissoring, lactation kink, overstimulation, cum filled strap-on, breeding kink

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the bet - wandanat

part of the greek chapter - college au

Summary: tri delta and delta nu have a bet, you get caught in the cross fire

Warnings: power bottom!wandanat, choking, smut 18+ only

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: sorority wandanat >>>>

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Delta Nu and Tri Delta were known as the rival sororities on campus. Always the two every girl wanted to get into, the two to raise the most funds for whatever cause and the two who were always at each other’s throats. One week, the heads of the two sororities met and made a bet. Celibacy week. The house that broke first would have to give up their summer funding for parties, only relying on future fundraisers for party budget.

Usually, these bets wouldn’t affect you all that much. You even liked them sometimes, Natasha would get especially frustrated when things didn’t go her way and she would always come to her trusty roommate for some… stress relief.

But this bet, this bet sucked. 

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THIS IS SO GOOD OMG!!!!

The Punishment

Pairing: Dark!Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x little!reader (female)

Warnings: MDLG, Non-Con, dub-con, Forced Age regression, baby talk, mommy Wanda, little reader, restraints (shibari), spankings (with a paddle, which means bruising!!!), forced orgasms, use of a gag, bondage and BDSM aspects, blindfold captivity, cursing, use of the C word (Rhymes with Bunt), a little special appearance of the other maximoff twin:), this is porn. Literal fucking porn:)

Word Count: 2,642 words

Rating: NSFW 18+ eyes only!!! This has dark themes. If any of these matters offend you, or scare you, or make you uncomfortable, simply do not read. I am not responsible for your media consumption!!!!!!!

Request: Wanda is punishing Little!reader for trying to escape.

Authors note: My first request!!! Ahhh!! This was sent in by the lovely @the-queen-of-hell-666 and boy.... I am excited! I have not written too dark before so this will be an experience! I hope that you like it!! <3 Remember, you can request fics here! Also, there is a reference to shibari in this fic. I have a picture of what it is supposed to look like! It is the picture at the bottom of the story :)

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You heard the angry screams of the scarlet witch through the halls of her white marbled mansion. Locked away in the woods of an unknown forest in only god knows what state or country. It was pointless trying to turn back once you ran from the unlocked doors; you had already vowed never to return. You ran, and you didn't know when you stopped running until your back and legs were practically begging you to take a break.

While crawling beneath a bridge in nothing but a small pink babydoll dress, you stood out for everyone to see. This is especially true in the woods...

Your breaths were heavy, and sharp as you searched for something to hide under besides the bland, gray bridge that was only doing you so much justice. Under the bridge, the draft became worse and you soon had to move. After being forced to continue through the woods that never seemed to end, your journey continues. You shivered hysterically and looked around, looking for somewhere to hide.

Your field of vision was filled with a streak of blue as it circled around you. You watched the scene unfold in a flash, but you were already in the arms of the other Maximoff twin, Pietro. His voice whispered in your ear, "Well, Little one… Where are you going?" He asked as his speed brought you both back to the white mansion Wanda called home.

Despite hearing your whimper of pain, he pulled you into the house, chuckling as he did so. As Wanda walked down the stairs in blood-red robe and bare feet, she told Pietro to be careful. All you were at that time was a baby. Those are the words Wanda used to describe you. Your gaze was fixed on her as you growled.

"No. I. Am. Not! I'm an adult! I am twenty three years old! I am not a baby! Stop treating me lik-" You halted your words, as Wanda smacked your face. "Now little lamb, that is quite enough. Thank you Pietro, you are free to go."

A small whimper came from your mouth as you fell to the ground in pain. As Wanda bent down into your level, she sighed as you kept your face towards the ground. The woman offered a hand to you, and you scoffed. "Come on, sweet girl, come with mommy." Her voice was soft, and earily sweet. Grabbing your hair, she pulled you up the steps of the mansion and toward the room you dreaded the most. "No! I am not your little girl!" You said out loud. Her punishment room. Dear god, you hated that room.

"Strip." Was the one word that came from her mouth, and you were frozen. The tears in your eyes grew thicker as you stared at her. “You know from our... previous experiences in this room that if you don't strip, your punishment will be worse." You shivered as you recalled other incidents in this room.

Wanda began putting together the tools she would need for her punishment during the time you were seated on the floor. What that included was a paddle, a pink ball gag, a cloth to use as a blindfold, one of her strongest wand vibrators, nipple clamps, and rope. Lots and lots of rope. Seeing that she had everything she needed, she approached you. She picked you up by your armpits, and said "Just a little baby, can't even get undressed by herself. Need her mommy to do it for her. Hm? Yea... There we go.." She mutters to you, just as if you were a baby.

As she ripped off your dress in one go, you whispered, "Please... let me go. You’re a fucking monster." She growled and grabbed your jaw tightly. "You don't get to use big girl words like that. That's ten more spanks to your punishment and you are already at a very high number." Her voice was low, and dangerous. Fear and adrenaline flooded your veins as your heart dropped and your stomach turned.

You decided not to make your punishment worse when Wanda nodded toward the bed. You climbed upon the bed and she began to wrap the ropes around your body. The intricate designs and knots that she knew were impressive, but in the way she uses them is terrifying.

First were your wrists. Together behind your back, and tied tight with the soft yet rigid ropes. Then was around your torso, up through the valley of your breasts, around your neck, and back down again. Your chest was in a harness of rope, shaping your breasts perfectly. More rope was then secured around your legs, keeping them bent at the knee. You were then bent at the waist, the ropes attached to your chest now kept you folded against your knees.

Wanda wrapped the ropes through the hoop on the ceiling and began to pull you up until your suspended about four feet above the ground. Your tears fell, making tiny puddles on the floor below you. You whimpered as she caressed your bare ass, exposed and ready for her. You struggle against the ropes, attempting to escape. Your only thoughts are on escape. But from what is about to come, you won't be able to walk for a while.

Wanda walks in front of you, gag and blindfold in hand. She smiles as she softly places her lips on yours in a kiss that would really make you melt in other circumstances. However, this felt like the kiss of death coming from a demon of the underworld. Her thumb wiped your tears away, and she whispered very softly in your ear, "Open your mouth, little lamb. We don't want you making too much noise now, do we?" You obey, opening your mouth for the woman in front of you. The hard rubber ball was then placed in your mouth, and securely fastened behind your head rendering you speechless. Literally.

To make matters a little worse, Wanda proceeded to cover your tear filled eyes with the soft black fabric. It blocked everything from your vision. Every little thing, including the light from the bedroom. Being left in darkness was something even more terrifying than being locked in a room alone with everything in view.

Once she finished making sure your head was set, she moved to your breasts that lay against your knees. She rolls your nipples in her fingers; just as if the hard bud was a little ball of clay. She pinches, and pulls, making you whimper behind the gag. You feel a cold chain run down the length of your back and falling down your neck. The first nipple was clamped in the rubber coated mouth, then the other. You squealed, making Wanda smile. "You're doing so good, little one. So good for mommy." She whispers as she kisses your forehead.

Now came the painful part. She begins to name off everything that you have done, and you are sad to say, it's a lot. "Running away from me, talking back to me, fighting Pietro, saying no to me, and being a little brat and a dumb little baby, thats ten for each, little lamb. Can you count how many that is in all?" She asks as she gently caresses your ass with soft hands. You count in your head, and mumble around the gag a small "Fifty..."

Wanda smiles, and pats your bottom softly. "That's a good girl. I want you to count as best you can through that little gag of yours. Ok, little one?" You nod in understanding, and close your eyes behind the blindfold.

The feeling of the cold paddle on your exposed ass startled you, and you whimper. The first ten strokes were not as bad as you thought, but doing that four more times would get painful. And after stuttering and whispering the last few numbers, you were surprised to find yourself still conscious.

Tears soaked the blindfold tied tight over your eyes, and drool spills over the sides of the gag. You can feel Wanda's lips on your ass, and you fear that more spanks are coming. Already in enough pain from hanging high above the ground, the clamps on your nipples, your jaw stretched out, and the rope marks on your body. You sighed in relief as you felt yourself being lowered to the ground, and laid on the bed again.

Wanda slowly unraveled you from the tight ropes, and let you stretch. Your hands immediately went to the blindfold and gag, but she stopped your hands. "Ah-ta-ta, no no no little one. We aren't done yet. This was just the beginning." She whispered as she gathered your hands together and wrapped the rope around them once again. Instead of being hung up again, Wanda gave your body a break and lifted your arms above your head. Connecting your already tied wrists to the barred headboard above you.

Left in the dark, and helpless, you start to fall into a smaller state of mind. Needing that dependence and love from someone who truly cares about you. Curling up into a ball as you tried to pull out of the restraints that keep you where you are, Wanda approaches you and sighs; sitting next to you and lightly tugging on the nipple clamp to get you to stop moving "Alright sweet girl, let's finish this punishment." She says in a sweet voice as she gently caresses your jaw.

"Mm-mm-mmmm." Your pleas were silenced with the gag as she pulls your legs from your chest and starts to get the rope again. You struggle to pull away from her strong grip of her hand around your ankle but fail as she successfully wraps the rope around it and pulls it to the side. Your leg follows, opening up your most intimate parts to her. She copies what she has done, and applies it to your other ankle. After pulling it the opposite direction of your left leg, you are now spread wide open and exposed to Wanda.

She kneels in between your pulled apart legs and she spreads your cunt lips, licking a long, wet stripe down it with her tongue. She smirks as you shiver, goosebumps covering your skin. As you wait in silence for her to choose what to do, she reaches for the wand vibrator. The low buzzing fills your ears and you try to move away from the noise only to get a hard spank to your cunt. "You are going to take this punishment just like the good little girl I know you are, ok?"

She takes your silence and stillness as an affirmative answer, and smiles at you. Your pussy twitches in front of her eyes, and she places the vibe right on your hooded clit. You gasp at the feeling, something inside of you wanting to listen to what Wanda wants only so you can get this as a reward instead of as a punishment.

Wanda turned the vibrations up a level, seeing what you would do. A choked moan leaves your mouth, echoing in the small bedroom you were kept in. The bed frame bumped against the wall as you pulled and tried to escape the ties that currently hold you down. Wanda smirked as she could put together the signs of your orgasm. She rubs the inside of your thigh, and coos at your whimpers whispering praises into your ear. The praise sparked something, and you wanted nothing than to be told you were a good girl over and over again. “You are such a good girl, little lamb. Look at you, falling apart on mommys toy. Look how wet you are…” She says as her finger teases the entrance to your virgin hole. No man had ever taken you there, or your ass hole that was “only reserved for Wanda.” Her words, not yours.

Your cunt began to clench around her finger as she entered it into your tight hole, and you came with a shout. Of course, it was muffled by the gag that sat proudly in your mouth. “Come on little one, cum for mommy. Don’t hold back, you can do it… Good girl, thats a good girl…” She says quietly as you squeeze her finger. She moves it in and out of you slowly, helping you ride out your high. You smiled as you think this is practically a reward, but to your horror you were very wrong. She kept the vibrator pressed hard to your sensitive clit, watching with a smirk on her face as you writhe underneath her power and vibrations. She got an idea to keep the vibe there, so she grabbed rope and connected the toy to your leg. Of course, making sure that it was still sitting between your soaked pussy lips. Now you’re stuck, and exposed to Wanda. You beg her to let you go behind the gag, and you shake your head aggressively. You attempt to remove the blindfold, but all that is done is get a smack to your inner thigh. “You better keep that blindfold on. If it comes off, you get ten more spanks.” Wanda threatened.

Your whimpers got louder, and orgasm after orgasm she finally eased off your cunt slowly, making sure you came one last time. She removes the vibe from your cunt, and smiles at you. She grabs one last thing from her special drawer, and comes to you again. You feel a cold gel on your ass hole, scared, you jump and try to move away again. “Sh, sh, sh, its ok sweet girl. Its ok…” She coos as she pushes something metal onto your tight muscles. You relax, thinking it will hurt if you tense up. She pushes harder, and soon your body allows a plug to be nestled right into your butt. Wanda pulls gently on it, making sure it’s in all the way and smiles. “There we go, little one. All done. You took your punishment so well. Just like a big girl. Let's get you cleaned up..” She said as she begins to untie you from the ropes that held you to the bed.

Once free, your body falls limp and tired against the bed and Wanda removes the gag and the blindfold. Your ass feels full, and you're a mess of your own cum and juices. You see Wanda come back with a warm washcloth and some pajamas. Your space bunny pajamas. She smiles as she gently spreads your thighs again. You whine in protest thinking that she was going to sexualy torture you once again. You sigh in relief at the feeling of the warm water cleaning your pussy, happy that it is so warm and welcoming. You are then dressed in the childish, and a few sizes too big, clothes that Wanda chose herself for you you. At this point in time, you have broken. She broke you, and you allowed it to happen. You were fully emerged into your little space and there was nothing you could do about it.

As you sobbed against the pillows, she gently pulls you into her chest softly. She kisses your forehead and her lips linger for a moment. You rest your head just under her chin, and your lips tug up in a very small smile as she tickles your back; relaxing you in an instant. “M-mama?” Wanda smiles at the title, and she whispers back “Yes, my sweet little girl?” You whimper as you situate and your ass rubs against the sheets, but you whisper, “M’sowwy for running. I- I- know i'm safe wif you…” Wanda's smile brightens as she feels you completely submit to her, and she kisses your lips softly, helping you fall asleep in her arms. Safe and sound in her mommy's arms.

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✎ college au drabbles/headcanons — send in concepts regarding the aus listed above and i’ll try to write a drabble or headcanon about it. [can be fluff, smut, or dark]

jock!dom!carol x cheerleader!sub!innocent!oblivious!reader

jock carol seeing innocent cheerleader reader cheer for her and carol just grins because she sees readers short skirt ride up to reveal her light pink cotton panties and there's a dark spot on it 😏 and can this end with jock carol confronting reader about that and it leads to touch teaching reader how to touch herself and reader just lets out soft whimpers n shit 🥺🥺 and carols gentle with us since it's our first time

warnings (18+ only): dubcon, innocence kink, praise kink, masturbation

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“your routine was really good, sweetheart.” carol said, backing you into the lockers. the locker room was empty since the blonde had gotten a hold of the keys and locked everyone else out, leaving the two of you alone.

“thank you. um, congrats on your win,” you replied with a tight-lipped smile. turning away from her, you dug into your locker for your change of clothes.

“you know what really stood out though?” carol asked, shutting the door once you had gotten your hands out. you huffed quietly, waiting for her to finish her statement so you could get back to changing.

“what?”

“that my sweet girl was wet while we were out there.” carol grinned, pulling you away from the locker. she guided you to sit down on the bench in the middle of the row. “why was that, honey?”

“i’m not sure what you’re talking about.”

“stop playing dumb, baby. you know exactly what i’m talking about.” carol pushed your legs apart and kneeled between them. she hiked your skirt up to your hips, teasing your cunt through your panties. “see.”

your hips bucked towards carol’s hand. “now, i want to see you touch your pretty pussy before i touch you. do you think you could do that for me, dove?”

you nodded in response and she pulled your panties off. she watched intently as your hand dropped between your thighs, cupping your mount. your fingers stroked your clit tenderly, circling the neglected nub.

your fingers left your clit, slowly inching towards your entrance. your gaze snapped back towards carol as her hand wrapped around your wrist. “i can take over from here, sweetheart.”

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Both Wanted & Needed

(Graduation Gift Part 5)

Summary: (can be found on my masterlist under series) Reader is frustrated and tries to get themselves off, but just can't quite get there. Mommy to the rescue!

A/N: So like. I wanted to post this Sunday. But then I didn't edit it until today like right now. I'm in college now and my roomie has heard me every night going "omg I need to edit my piece... but not right now." for three nights at least. It's softer than usual and heavy on the mommy milkers lmao WC: 2.25k

CW: 18+ only, minors dni; series is dark but this isn't; reader is being kept in Nat's basement but they're like. fine with it??; Nat is reader's stepmother, but it's not mentioned here; smut; mommy milkers make mommy milk; strap-on; masturbation

Natasha hasn’t tried to touch you since what you now think of as The Incident

Not sexually, anyways. She tries to be as close as possible, and you can’t bring yourself to protest—her physical contact soothes & comforts you.

She’s started sleeping downstairs with you, pressed against your back with one leg thrown over yours as both arms wrap around your body, and you don’t even try to deny that you like it. When she holds you, it’s so warm & loving that you can’t help but feel like you’re safe from everything else for the moment.

Another difference since The Incident is that she comes down often during the day, no longer leaving you alone from morning until evening while she works. It's not just wanting to see you that motivates her visits anymore; She needs you.

You’re not sure what the treatment was that made her start to lactate, but you do know she hasn’t stopped. So every few hours, you’re settled on her lap and drinking from her. She tries to stay with you for as long as she can after, because it always sends you plummeting deep into littlespace, but alas, work calls her back up. She always makes sure you’re either starting to get big again or asleep to leave, making sure to kiss your forehead and tuck you in if you are.

The closeness & routine of the ritual has quickly become one of the highlights of your relationship (however one would define it) for both of you. Every morning before you two even get up, you’re latched on, both half-asleep and extra cuddly. Every night, you drain her last thing before you go to sleep, and it’s not a rare occurrence for you to fall asleep before you’re done. It’s just so safe and comforting. You like to feel her heartbeat and have the intimacy of non-sexual skin-to-skin contact with her.

You’re honestly happy. You don’t have to worry about anything, Natasha takes care of you, and you enjoy being little and letting her care for your little self. You’re warm, safe, fed, clean, and loved. There’s really just one small issue.

You haven’t had any sort of physical release in at least two weeks (the days all blur together). Before Natasha took you, that would be fine, but since she did, you’ve gotten used to coming /at least/ two or three times a day. The need and frustration building in your body is getting to be too much, but how are you supposed to ask for that? You can’t. You just can’t, even if you knew how.

That’s how you’ve come to the decision to touch yourself while Natasha is working. You’re alternating between humping your pillow and fingering yourself as best you can. But none of it comes close to what your mommy gives you. You can’t seem to get the pillow in the right spot for more than a few seconds, you can’t find that special spot that makes your whole body light up, and she’s not there to talk to you or help you push through all the overwhelmingly good feelings.

You’re hot, sweaty, frustrated, and tired. But you’re so, so, so needy—you can’t bring yourself to stop. There’s tears of desperation streaming down your face as you whine & rock & do anything to make yourself feel good.

Upstairs, Natasha’s phone buzzes in a heartbeat pattern, indicating it’s a notification about you, her baby, her heart. She picks it up quickly to see the baby monitor app telling her that you’re making a lot of noise, possibly in distress. She quickly opens the app and looks at the camera, fearing that you’re injured or little and all alone.

She’s definitely not expecting to see you fully naked, rutting against your pillow frantically and practically sobbing for her, for your mommy. It goes straight to her heart and her core, both flaring. She squeezes her legs together tightly and looks at the screen, in aroused awe. As pretty a sight as it is, she can’t bring herself to watch you suffer and beg like that for more than a minute. She has to restrain herself from running down to you, but she’s there soon enough.

You don’t even notice her come in, eyes closed as you babble and cry.

“Mommy, please, please I can’t do it, need my mommy, it’s so tingly,” your words are hardly coherent. It’s clear you don’t even know you’re saying it at all.

She steadies herself so as not to rip her clothes off and fuck you until you can’t walk—she has to be careful. Not only will this be your first time since The Incident, but it’s the first time you’ve ever shown any initiative or wanted her actively. You’re always putty in her hands by the time she has her fingers stroking against your sweet spot, willing to say or do anything for her, but it’s rare for you to really participate beforehand.

“It’s okay sweetheart, mommy’s here,” she coos, approaching the crib-bed and reaching for you.

“Mommy!” you whimper, scrambling to hold onto her, to find any contact. “Mommy, it hurts so bad,” you sob, pulling her to sit on the bed.

“I know, I know little one,” she soothes, petting your hair and holding you.

“Make it better, please,” you beg. Her heart melts as she feels you start to hump her leg, chasing the release you can’t seem to find.

“It’s okay, I’m gonna make it all better. Mommy’s gonna make it better,” she says. She can’t resist holding onto your hips for a moment and helping you grind against her. “You’re so needy, aren’t you, little one?” she asks you, rubbing circles into your hips with her thumbs. “Bet mommy’s thigh feels nice, hm?”

“‘S so good, but I need more, mommy,” you gasp, burying your face in her neck and breathing her in.

“Do you need mommy to fuck you? Need me to stretch your little hole and fill you up until Mommy’s all you can think about? So you feel me when I’m not even there?” she coos in a sweet voice that contradicts her vulgar words.

“You gotta let me up so I can get ready, sweetheart,” she says, peeling you off of her. She’s undressed in a flash and has your favorite strapless strap—the one that she took you with for the first time, she recalls—in place just as quickly.

“Come on baby,” she pats her lap and you quickly straddle her. She grabs your hips to guide you down onto her after your frantic attempt is a miss. You practically preen when she fills you. She quickly turns on the vibration, making you bury your face in her neck yet again with a whimper.

“My poor little baby, mommy’s so sorry she didn’t take care of your pretty parts for so long,” she says as she starts pulling you up and down along her fake cock, adjusting you so it moves the toy in her too and biting her lip when she finds just the right spot.

“It’s so good mommy, please, it’s so good, I—I need—I don’t know—“ you pant, attempting to help her by moving your hips along with her hand motions.

“Mommy’s got you, I know what you need,” she assures you. “Just feel for me, like I taught you,” she hums. “Do you want to go faster?” she asks.

“Please!” You beg.

Natasha obliges, beginning to properly bounce you on her piece at an almost-brutal pace, spurred on by your now fully incoherent & needy babbling. Hardly a single intelligible word besides “mommy” is leaving your mouth, but it’s still the most wonderful thing she’s ever heard.

Chasing her own release alongside yours, she begins to thrust up into you in time, pressing even deeper than before. You cry out in ecstasy and cling to her tighter. She hushes you, her thumbs drawing circled on your hips to soothe.

“Almost forgot how good your little pussy feels, sweetheart. Always so good for me, too, feel so amazing,” her praises fall directly in your ear.

“Mommy!” you cry.

“Aww, is it too much baby?” she asks. You shake your head, to which she grins. One hand comes to your tummy while the other continues to bounce you at an unfaltering pace. You already know what she’s doing before she presses down.

“Can you feel mommy’s cock right here?” she asks, rubbing her hand along the bulge in your stomach the toy creates as she fucks up into you. You nod. “I want you to look, baby,” she commands. You obediently pick your head up off her shoulder to look down at the space between you, seeing with your own eyes how Natasha’s piece abuses your insides. You whine high in your throat and bring your thumb to your mouth, needing to suck on something desperately. She knows it means you’re getting overwhelmed with how good it all feels without yet coming. She hums sympathetically and gently tugs it out from between your lips, only to replace it with two of her own fingers. It takes a lot to resist the urge to finger-fuck your mouth until you’re choking & your eyes brim with a different sort of tears, but she manages to, content to watch how desperately you suck on them on your own.

“Come on, come for me baby, I know you’re so close and it’s so much, you can do it. Come for mommy, be good for me. Can you do that?” she pants out, knowing she herself can’t stave off her orgasm for much longer.

“Mhm,” you nod against her, hips already bucking in anticipation of your long-overdue release.

“Good baby. Now come, come all over mommy’s cock,” she orders, and your body obliges as you tense and jerk around her. “God, that’s it sweetheart, just like that, you’re so good for me,” she grunts, thrusts erratic. “My perfect baby, you come so pretty,” she pulls you back a little to look at you, removing her fingers from your mouth to use the hand as support for your nearly-limp form.

You’re fully blissed out, head lolling and eyes half-closed and unfocused as your mouth hangs open, a little drool escaping at the corner.

Choked moans make their way out of your throat as she fucks you through your orgasm, and finally she releases too, pulling you close once more with a hand on your low back and another on the back of your head, fingers entwined with your hair. She breathes in your scent and you hers as you ride out your highs, unable to move for a while.

“Mommy…” you murmur in bliss.

“Baby,” she replies, still out of breath.

She tries to pull you off of her, but you stay firmly pressed against her, whining when she tries to move you.

“I have to take it out, sweetheart, I’m not leaving,” she says, finally managing to lift both your and her hips up enough to pull out the toy and set it aside, quickly settling you back on her lap. You nuzzle into her neck and sigh, finally content.

“Feeling fuzzy, little one?” she asks softly. The word is how she explained your subspace to you, and she needs to know if that’s where you are.

“Mhm,” you hum softly. “Feel so fuzzy an’ nice an’ floaty,” you say. Yes, you’re deep in subspace, maybe deeper than ever before. You’ve never felt “floaty.”

“Let’s get you some water, little one,” she says, reaching to the nightstand to grab your bottle. She adjusts you on her lap to give it to you, but you immediately start to go for her breast.

“No, baby,” she says, holding the water up instead.

“Mommy, milkies!” you whine.

“I know baby, you can have mommy’s milkies when you have some water. I don’t want you to be dehydrated. Come on, be a good baby for me,” she coaxes. You reluctantly take the bottle’s nipple instead of hers and drink the water.

“Milkies?” you say hopefully when you’ve finished it. She chuckles at your eagerness; you’re always happy to drink her milk, but never have you been so impatient and vocal about it. It’s absolutely adorable.

“Yes, sweetheart, milkies,” she says, helping you latch on. You hum happily and let your eyes fall closed as you suckle, a perfect picture in her eyes.

She gently strokes the bridge of your nose with the back of her finger, soothing you further, smiling down & cooing at you occasionally, earning smiles and more little hums. She switches you over to her other breast when you finish, the released pressure on the side you emptied a welcome relief.

“Did you like mommy touching you?” she asks. You nod as you suck. “And do you think you want mommy to start touching you more again?” You nod more enthusiastically, not willing to take your mouth away from her nipple for a moment but needing to convey your point.

“I’m so glad to hear that, sweetheart,” she says. “Don’t you worry, mommy will touch you plenty now. I’m so sorry I neglected my baby’s pretty parts for so long, I didn’t want to push you,” she apologizes once again now that you’re not in the heat of the moment.

“It’s okay mommy,” you say. “Didn’t need you so much before.”

“Oh, silly baby,” she laughs. “You always needed me. You just didn’t know you wanted me,” she pulls you in for a soft kiss.

[agender-idiot]

the aftermath.

this is part three of ‘schooled.’ - reading the other parts isn’t necessarily required to understand the story, but it is recommended (:

pairing: sharon carter x fem!reader, slight stepmom!wanda maximoff x fem!reader and professor!natasha romanoff x fem!reader, implied natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

a/n: it’s not my favorite smut i’ve written but the plans i have for the next one susjsjsjskks.

summary: you go on a date with sharon, unaware of the eyes that have always been on you.

warnings (18+ only): smut, semi-public sex, oral sex (r receiving), praise kink, daddy kink, vaginal fingering, dark themes, stalking

proceed with caution because this is a dark fic. if this contains material that you are not comfortable with, please skip over it.

words: 1.7k | marvel masterlist. | navigation post.

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[agender-idiot]

This right here, the most brilliant piece of writing i have ever read. Seriously this is best selling author material for sure!!

Cold Sheets & Empty Seats

Nat x Reader

Word Count: 9.5K

Summary: Your daughter thinks she’s a waste of her time and you are at breaking point. Is it too late or will Natasha be able to fix your marriage?

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[agender-idiot]

This is so incredibly good oh my goodness!!!

𝐈'𝐦 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐲𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲 (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮) || 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

a/n: so... possessive top Natasha, amirite gays? hope y'all enjoy filth

warnings: 18+, minors dni; possessiveness; slight public humiliation if you squint hard; strap-on use (r receiving); rough sex {face-sitting (r giving), degradation, hard spanking, a lil choking/suffocation, mouth spitting (r receiving)}; mommy kink; pet names (kitten, little girl, sweetpea); reader's kinda shitty to Nat for a bit; Nat's mean, but it's because her feelings got hurt.. lemme know if I'm missing anything

summary: you want to be more than fwb with your teammate, Natasha. A good way to do that is to ask her out. right? But when she turns you down out of confusion, you decide to act out for her attention

words: 4.7k

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You knew what you were doing.

If the hole Natasha was burning into the back of your latest tease’s skull was any indication, she too knew what you were up to.

Bent seductively over the bar, twirling the cherry in your drink with your fingers as if your skirt wasn’t just barely long enough to cover your ass, tonight you were on a mission.

Make Natasha jealous.

You thought the two of you had a good thing going; Natasha came to you when she needed “girl time” and usually it ended with you having to squirm in your seat for the next few days in meetings. Occasionally you went to her for the same, but she always called the shots. They were quick things more often than not, pressed against walls or thrown into the nearest closet. The reasonings varied; stress relief, frustration, Tuesday- honestly, whatever they thought of would fly as long as they were both free.

Until today.

You’d managed to corner Natasha while she ate lunch, peacefully eating a peanut butter sandwich alone in the kitchen. Quietly as you could you took a moment to stare at her when she thought she was by herself, silencing your chuckle as she danced in her seat along to some funny video on her phone. Natasha was so cute when she let her guard down.

“Hey Nat,” you called out, passing by her to round the kitchen counter. “How’s your day?”

She shrugged, taking another bite of her sandwich and barely sparing you a glance. “Fine.”

Okay.. not the response you expected. True, you didn’t spend much time one-on-one talking, but you didn’t think it was completely off the table. Your arrangement had been fun, no strings, no expectations- but the more you grew to know Natasha, you found yourself wanting to do other things with her as well. She was deceptively magnetic like that. “Great, great… so Tony’s party is tonight.”

“Yep.” You swore you’d never seen Natasha so glued to her phone before. With how still and serious she’d gone since you’d come in, you wondered if you’d accidentally broken some unspoken rule. But you couldn’t think of what you’d done wrong.

“I was wondering…” you trailed off, hoping to catch her attention if she realized you were asking for it. Proposing a date of sorts would be easier if she was actually looking at you, but her acting as if she was counting down the minutes until you left definitely made it a whole lot worse. “Since you typically go, I thought maybe you’d like to go together?”

Natasha finally broke from her phone; bright blue eyes scanning you quizzically. “Why would we do that?” You let out a nervous chuckle, hoping maybe she was just toying with you for a laugh. She liked to do that sometimes.

After a minute of stunned silence, Natasha still gave no indication she was joking. You straightened up and stepped closer to the redhead, choosing to ignore how her eyes widened as you approached. “I just figured it would be nice?” Nothing. “You know, to hang out and have fun together? Maybe some private fun later if we wanted?” The bitter laugh was the last reaction you wanted to hear.

“Again, why would we do that?” Natasha set her phone down to sit back, arms crossing over her chest as she sized you up. “Are we dating?”

“W-Well I assumed, possibly-”

“Possibly.. I fuck you so that means we’re gonna date?” The rejection hurt, you couldn’t lie. Sure you didn’t go out or cuddle much or anything, but it’d been months of hookups and practically thousands of texts exchanged. You thought maybe she’d want to get to know you more too. Whatever you thought was blooming between you two, you must’ve misread.

“Right. Yeah, of course. It was a silly thought,” you murmured, palm lightly bouncing against the counter as you gathered what was left of your shot confidence. “‘Probably won’t go anyways, at least not for long.” You departed without another word, heading to the safety of your room before you could embarrass yourself further.

Back turned to Natasha, you missed her pout as you retreated, still confused over your request. She probably could’ve been nicer about it or at least thought it over. It wasn’t that she avoided hanging out with you; truly it hadn’t crossed her mind you’d want more from her. What you two had was nice, fairly predictable; she definitely had you to herself, couldn’t think of any threats to your relationship- everything was fine. That was ‘together’ enough, right?

Oh well, Natasha noted it as something to talk to you about tonight.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

But then night came and somehow the tables turned on her. You’d decided to come to the party after all, dressed and ready for all the attention you could gather. If Natasha didn’t want to date, fine, you’d see other people. Right in front of her face, mostly because you still felt the burn of Natasha’s earlier rejection. Was it a bit of a childish reaction? Yes, but if it worked, it worked.

Capturing her attention wasn’t hard. From the moment she first laid eyes on you, halfway to sitting in some other party guest’s lap, you winked at her from across the room before turning back to force a laugh at whatever unfunny story was being told. For two hours now Natasha followed you through the party, either inserting herself just close enough to be seen, but far enough to remain inconspicuous, or staring you down with a burning ferocity. Her resolve was wearing thin, watching you flirt effortlessly with people who weren't her, letting them get you whatever you desired and dancing way too close for it to be considered anywhere near innocent.

The final straw came when you were back at the bar, some woman keeping your interest with jokes and witty banter. She could’ve handled that. It was pissing her off, but she wouldn’t have acted. But then the intoxicated woman moved closer, practically pinning you against the bar, and when painted nails traveled seductively up your fishnet clad thigh and Natasha had had enough.

“-a shame you didn’t come with anyone tonight. It’s amazing someone didn’t scoop you up the first chance they got.” You grinned, staring at the quick peek of her tongue you caught as it ran across her plump bottom lip. She was really pretty. Not Natasha level, but you’d happily take her upstairs for a night. “Lucky me, I guess.”

Of course, you didn’t get that chance. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” Natasha was grabbing your wrist and tugging faster than your slightly drunk brain could process and you fell clumsily against her chest. “She’s with me. I let her out of my sight and well.. you’ve seen firsthand how much of a slut she is when she’s on her own.”

“Natasha!” You knew she’d be bothered, but what the fuck.

Natasha pressed a hard kiss to your temple, whispering in your ear. “Shut up or I’ll spank you right here over this bar until you’re crying.” She wasn’t kidding. Her punishments were always severe; if she said it, she’d go through with it. But knowing you’d pissed her off made your heart flutter; if she was mad, she cared on some level.

So you pushed. “Aw Natty, don’t be jealous. If you’re nice, maybe we’ll let you join!” Natasha was not amused with your shit-eating grin.

That was it, her patience was gone. You saw her expression grow sinister, jaw clenching in a way that had you simultaneously holding back a whine and wanting to run for safety. Natasha held your arm in a vice grip, wrenching you out of the party through the most crowded route. You wanted to play? Fine, but she’d let everyone know just who they were messing with if they played along. “You’re in for it now, kitten.” Halfway across the floor you had to close your eyes and trust the enraged woman to guide you as she dragged you along, the knowing smirks and giggles from your teammates and whoever else happened to look your way too much for you to take.

Once the sounds of the party died down, you’d barely gathered your new surroundings before you were thrown into the elevator wall. “What-” Your eyes refocused to a steeled pair of blue, staring you down like you were her next target. God she was fucking hot, but no, you couldn’t. You still wanted to be mad at her. “Oh so now you want private time with me?”

“Don’t give me that shit.” Her entire body pressed against your front; you could feel every dip and curve of her toned body through your thin dress and even then, you cursed the fabric keeping you from feeling her fully. “Do you know how pissed I am? Having to watch you flirt with every girl you could all night?” You could practically feel the anger shooting off her in waves, filling the air and threatening to choke you if her hands didn’t first. You dared to look away from her, knowing your nonchalance would make her seethe. Natasha caught your chin easily, your head slamming against the cool metal behind you, but it was her hand on your neck that held you there. Holy shit, she really could and would choke you- the thought had you squeezing your thighs together. “Right in front of my face?”

“‘Didn’t think you would care-” That treacherous hand constricted around your throat, cutting you off.

Natasha gave you a once over, arousal far outweighing the fear she saw in your eyes. And you weren’t subtle about working your hips against hers as much as you could wedged between her and the elevator, but she doubted you even knew. She pulled away all at once, leaning back against the opposite wall just to see you pout at the new distance. “Wait until we get to my room. I’ll set you straight.”

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

You’d lost track of how long she’d had you in her bed. Natasha had worked you to the edge over and over so many times you were surprised you could still feel your lower half. One orgasm, that’s all you wanted. Just one and you could deal with more of her torment. But Natasha wasn’t in the mood to hear you beg.

“Such a fucking slut,” Her fingers worked just below your clit, keeping you in previously unknown, agonizing limbo. Each time you tried to jerk your hips or wiggle just so in hopes she’d slip up, she was two steps ahead, the trained assassin knowing how to effortlessly maneuver away from any of your tricks. “Couldn’t stand being without me for one night so you tried to whore yourself out to anyone who’d take the bait?” You struggled to stay still when she was so close to you, her breasts threatening to fall out of her strapless dress as she bent over your needy form. You thought about just grabbing her and pulling her to you, but the last rational part of you remembered she’d have you tied in a second.

Tired of playing your game, you switched to penance. “I’m sorry, Nat, I’m sorry but-” She shut you up with a bruising kiss, tongue slipping into your mouth without a hint of resistance. You were helpless to be anything but hers; you both knew it. No matter how much you tried to play it off tonight, all of your antics had been for her. To claim you all over again, like she did any time you were together.

She parted from you with a smirk, a trail of spit tethering the two of you together until she backed away fully. You wanted to ask her to come back, already missing how the warmth of her shielded your naked body from the chilled air. Natasha reached behind her back, pulling the zipper of her dress down until it went slack, her free arm keeping the fabric against her front. “But what?” She watched you try to find the words, but you couldn’t finish. There was no ‘but’, no real explanation for your mischief except you wanted to see her react, to want to snatch you away- care about who you were with. “Did you forget I was going to the party?” You shook your head. “Thought I wouldn’t catch you?” You knew full well she would.

Natasha let her dress pool at her hips, reveling in how your mouth hung open when you stared at her chest. She could see the wheels turning, weighing the pros and cons of trying one last time to see if she’d let you touch her. She wouldn’t, but it touched a soft spot inside of her that even with all of the flirting she’d watched you do, you only ever looked at her like you did now. So maybe she was possessive; who could blame her when she had to keep a gem like you to herself. “I wish you could see yourself right now. Drooling all over yourself and so wet for me even while I’m treating you like the naughty girl you are.”

Bending until she felt her ample breasts brush over your quivering lips, “Go ahead, baby. I know you want to.” You jumped at the chance, licking and biting over her sensitive skin until Natasha let out a moan of her own. You didn’t dare use your hands, no matter how much you wanted to grab and pull and squeeze; they stayed at your sides, hoping to be as good as you could just so you could keep your mouth on her.

She rocked her hips against yours, indulging in her own pleasure as you finally took her hard nipple into your hungry mouth. Your teeth bit down hard, just for a moment -a secret action she let slip she’d loved- and soothed the nub with your tongue, rubbing the bumpy surface over her until she was squirming on your thighs. Her hand snaked between you two to cup your mound, feeling more than hearing the frenzied sounds you made when she skated her fingers over your neglected folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet.. Is this all for me?”

“Mm.. that girl in the purple dress got me pretty close to taking her in the bathroom.” Should’ve kept your mouth shut. You didn’t know why you said it; your brain was short-circuiting with how horny you were. Natasha might have even let you cum like that too- soaking her fingers while she got off grinding against your stomach. But now she ripped away from you with a vengeance, deadly glare rivaling Wanda’s as she regarded you with something akin to disgust and.. maybe hurt? “Shit, Natty, I didn’t mean to-”

“Shut up.” Her voice was distant, gaze now fixed on the bed sheets crushed under her. “Get on your knees. I don’t want to look at you anymore.” Her words hit you like a bucket of ice water, fear growing in the unknown. You complied without a word, guilt creeping into your core. Wounded as you were earlier, that was a low blow to hit. “Do you know how many people I had to watch you with?”

“No-” A powerful smack echoed and you shrunk back with the force of it against your ass, head falling into the nearest pillow.

“I don’t want to hear you either.” Blunt nails dug into your supple backside painfully, half moon shaped indents drawing just enough blood to sate Natasha’s cruelty. “It’s ten… Ten different girls you flirted with, bought drinks for… You let them fawn over you and rub against you as if you were actually interested in them.” Her nails dragged down until they reached your thighs, shoving them apart so she could get a good look at where you were dripping and swollen. “Like you’d ever actually have the nerve to give up what’s mine.”

You went to make a sound, anything to reassure her or apologize, but her thumb ground into your red ass cheek as a warning and you just shook your head. “Ten people.. plus I can’t stand you right now.. I think twenty hits should get the message through your thick skull.” Twenty. Only one and you knew you’d feel it later, but you couldn’t deny the deep need you felt to be taken and owned by Natasha Romanoff.

Even if you begged her not to, she’d have done it. Mind set on making you feel anything close to the raging fire of jealousy set alight by your careless words pulling at her heart, Natasha dealt out her punishment. You tried to keep track of how far you’d progressed, but after the fifth one, your face was hot and your head grew tired of thinking. Your hips betrayed you by pushing back into Natasha’s hands after each blow, panting into the pillow as if you were in heat. “You really are just a needy little whore, aren’t you? Taking any kind of attention you can get, even if you’re getting absolutely wrecked.”

You couldn’t suppress the moans that escaped you if you tried, Natasha’s tongue licking along your spine as you fell impossibly deeper under her spell. “But now you’re gonna be mine. Would you like that? Being mommy’s good little slut to fuck you and take care of you whenever you need?” She punctuated her words with the last of her punishing strikes and you squeaked out a choked sob, keening at the opportunity to be hers. Your eyes were red and itchy with tears, teeth biting your lip so hard you tasted copper.

“Good girl, you did so well for me..” Natasha let her anger dissipate as she massaged your bright red flesh, making note to deal with it properly later. The minute she disappeared from behind you, you yearned for her, but then your ankles were being yanked down and you were flipped onto your back. Your sore ass rubbed against the sheets, fabric irritating your raw skin. “That’ll teach you to think before you speak. Won’t it, baby?” You failed an attempt at a nod, settling for simply staring at her patronizing face and hoping she got the message. She took pity and soothed you temporarily with a gentler kiss, licking the blood from your cut lip with a soft care unfit for how rough she’d been tonight. Natasha planted her thigh between yours, tasting your mouth lazily until you sought her leg out for friction you thought you���d die without.

“Mommy, please, I need-” The sharp slap to your cunt stung like no other, wet noises filling the room only accenting how much you needed. Natasha pulled her hand away, ignoring your whines to stare down at her palm. She locked eyes with you easily; you were already watching her like a hawk. With superior eyes screaming dominance, Natasha stuck out her tongue to clean your slick off of her skin with the most vulgar groan you’d been blessed enough to hear. For a moment you could see her eyelids flutter, betraying just how much she wanted to have you from the source. But it was gone in an instant and she was on you again, damp palm colliding with your cheek so hard you didn’t know if that or your pussy hurt more now.

“I don’t care what you need.” She straightened up, throwing her leg over your middle and moving up until she could hold the iron headboard. “Put that pretty little mouth of yours to good use and I’ll think about giving you a reward.” You didn’t have to be told twice, the heady scent of Natasha overwhelming your senses in a way only she could. Your hands reached up to grab at her thighs, only to be shooed away with a huff. Natasha couldn’t hold back her cackle as she caught sight of your disappointed face- red, abused lips twisted in a pout and pleading eyes staring pathetically up at her. “So eager to please me, aren’t you?” All you could manage was a whimper, nodding like a punished puppy as you stared at the sweet pussy you wanted to bury yourself in so badly, but hovered just out of reach.

“Hm, maybe you do know how to be good.” Natasha hummed, lowering herself onto your face. “Get to work.” Your world was all Natasha, only her taste, her smell, how she bucked her hips whenever your tongue entered her; she barely let you breathe, but you didn’t mind.

“Flatten your tongue,” you obeyed and she tugged at your hair, holding you in place while she rut against your face to chase her high. “Fuck, fuck..stay there, yes..!” Natasha was close, you could tell. Her thighs locked your head in a vice grip and now you really couldn’t breathe, but you needed to feel her come apart. Boldly you took a bit of control, suckling at her engorged clit and her borderline pornographic cries almost made you cum completely untouched. She soaked your mouth and chin with your name on her lips, clawing at your scalp as she rode out her orgasm. Selfishly you dove back in to lap at her entrance, drinking her in until she was mewling and ripping you away. If she weren’t so sated, she would’ve chastised you for doing something other than what you were told.

Natasha limply scooted back down to let you breathe, shimmying out of her dress and kicking it down her legs until she was fully free. “If I’d known your mouth was that talented, I’d have made you do that much sooner.” Your lips collided again, Natasha aching to taste herself on you. You tried to kiss her back, but you were blinded by arousal- staring unfocused at the now calmed redhead. She could tell you were reaching your limit and in the afterglow of her high, Natasha decided you’d earned a reprieve. “Your turn, honey.”

You nodded dumbly, two seconds from touching yourself, Natasha’s anger be damned. But you could see stars on the ceiling, too drunk on Natasha to gather the energy to fuck yourself on your own fingers. “N-Natasha, come back..” A low chuckle tickled your ears and you frowned, suddenly impatient.

“Don’t get hazy on me yet, sweetpea. Mommy’s still gotta fuck you.” While you caught your breath, Natasha got off of you to grab the harness already placed at her bedside. She’d known one way or another you’d end up falling back into her bed tonight; she just hadn’t imagined you’d be so irritating tonight. You gulped loudly when you saw the size of the toy adorning Natasha’s hips- one of her biggest ones. Taking it was a struggle the few times she’d brought it out, but the stretch was unmatched and you were already drooling at the thought.

She climbed back over, hooking your legs around her hips so your drenched core was on display for her. Natasha had never gotten you so worked up before- she’d never gotten the chance to until today, but she felt your muscles twitch under her fingers spreading your lips and she swore this wouldn’t be the last time she had you like this. “You ready for me, sweetheart?”

You nodded frantically, near hysterical with need. “Yes! Yes, please! Fuck me, do anything!” Natasha shook her head, angling her hips so the tip of her strap slid through your folds. It wasn’t hard to get it wet enough to go in. Your walls were already stretching for her thick toy to accommodate her, straining earnestly. “Deeper…”

Normally she’d reprimand you for trying to order her around, but you’d been through enough. “Hold on, baby, you’re almost there,” After what seemed like forever to you, Natasha’s hips met yours, her full length buried right where you needed her. You sighed in momentary relief, feeling impossibly full, but you needed more. Natasha must’ve felt the same because she gave a testing push, judging your comfort before she pulled almost all the way out… just to slam back in and hear you scream. “I’m gonna fuck you so good.. I’ll ruin you for anyone else.”

Your eyes rolled back into your head, the combination of Natasha’s words and perfectly timed thrusts driving you wild. “Shit, mommy, please…” Once more everything went away- your world, your life, it all depended on Natasha fucking into you at that brutal pace. Your backside was numb from pain, the stinging reminder each time her thighs met your ass only driving you further to your orgasm. You wanted to say something, to respond to the utterly filthy things Natasha was growling into your ear, but your tongue felt thick and heavy.

“What’s that, little girl? Are you too far gone to speak up?” She was visibly oozing with satisfaction, knowing only she could make you feel so good you went dumb, completely dependent on her alone. The only thing that could make this better was if every girl stupid enough to occupy you at that party could hear you yelling her name, the beautiful sounds of her claiming you. Natasha twisted just a little and finally hit that coveted little spot inside you, feeling the vibrations of your slurred words as she bit into your neck. A few well-angled thrusts had you clawing at her bare back, legs winding around her waist, locking her in just in case she was thinking about leaving, and she knew you were on the brink. Two fingers came to circle over your clit and your back arched, pleading incoherently for sweet release.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” You whimpered in response, more than ready but knowing you needed Natasha’s permission. “Go on, sweet girl. Cum all over mommy’s cock.” Something in you snapped before she could even finish her sentence, the most powerful orgasm of your life washing over you with the force of an ocean wave. Natasha was saying something; it sounded kind and you wished you knew what it was, but you were too blissed out to hear anything except the pounding behind your own ears.

She was pulling out of you oh so carefully, tossing the toy to the side before massaging your thighs. Full lips placed kisses from your hips to your stomach and up until she reached your collarbone, nuzzling her cheek over your heart where she could feel it working hard. “You okay?” Confirmation came in the form of a heavy hand in her hair, brushing through her thick tresses just so you could continue to feel her. You’d never get enough of her, it was unfair.

When you finally regained your senses, Natasha was still firmly planted on top of you. Her head rested on your chest, hand selfishly holding your hip as if someone was going to come take you from her. Her brow was furrowed in thought and you rolled your eyes- that woman was so stubborn, you’d have to do everything yourself.

“Does this mean we’re together now?” You knew you had to be the one to ask. Jealous and possessive as she was, Natasha would never breach the subject herself. Thankfully you were willing to give in for the sake of you both.

Natasha cocked her head to the side, eyebrow arched high as she thought it through. Wordlessly she sat up, contemplating your question and what it’d mean for the both of you.She did really hate the thought of you with anyone else. “Sure, but I’m making you pay for dinners.” And you couldn’t hide the happy feeling that left you grinning from ear to ear.

Strong fingers pat your cheek twice, forcing you to face her. She caught your jaw easily with bruising force, her thumb pressing hard enough to make your gums ache. “Open.” You obeyed, parting your lips as Natasha leant over until her breath tickled your nose. Secretly you hoped for another kiss, a sweet confirmation of your affections returned.

But Natasha Romanoff didn’t do much sweet affection. Instead she spat in your waiting mouth, keeping unwavering eye contact as she coated your tongue and when she was satisfied, she snapped your mouth shut. “Now swallow.” And again, like the obedient lover she’d fucked you into, you did.

Pleased with both you and herself, Natasha softened, her iron grip on your face loosening with a smirk. Red lips pressed against yours in a series of playful kisses you couldn’t help but laugh sleepily at. “Trust me, sweet girl. You’re all mine.”

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[agender-idiot]

Your fics are always so good and this is no exception, absolutely loved it!!!!!

test day.

this is part two of ‘schooled.’ - reading the other parts isn’t necessarily required to understand the story, but it is recommended (:

pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

a/n: here’s some nat x reader! part three should be sharon x reader.

summary: it’s the day of your makeup test, but your professor has a small change of plans.

warnings (18+ only): noncon/dubcon, legal age gap (r is 18+), r calling nat professor too many times, spanking, degradation, praise kink, some crying, vaginal fingering, edging, oral sex (r giving), thigh riding, choking

proceed with caution because this is a dark fic. if this contains material that you are not comfortable with, please skip over it.

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[agender-idiot]

THIS IS SO GOOD OMG!!!!!!!

The Better Olsen Sister | E. Olsen (NSFW)

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader

Anon Requested: Elizabeth Olsen x Reader who isn’t a celebrity where the reader meets her family and is star struck by Mary Kate and Ashley, accidentally making Elizabeth jealous.

Warnings: Lizzie and reader join the mile-high club (if you don't know what that is, I mean they fucked on the plane), fingering, oral, praise kink, a bit of degradation, jealousy-fueled sex, both Lizzie and reader are switches, restraints, thigh riding, failed orgasm, reader uses a strap on Lizzie

Word Count: 2,784

“Y/N, come on!” Elizabeth can't help but laugh when she sees you struggling to zip up your suitcase. She taps on your suitcase, silently ordering you to take a seat upon the bulky item.

You obeyed, arms crossed and a pout on your face as you watched her zip it up with ease. “There we go, bubs. All zipped and ready to go.”

“I helped,” you grumbled as you hopped down. Elizabeth rolled her eyes, a smile on her face as she pulled you into her arms and kissed your neck.

“You're cute,” your girlfriend hummed against your skin, causing you to moan softly. “Now,” she pulled away with a grin on her face, “grab your bag and let's go. We don't wanna miss our flight.”

The flight was going by slowly, and you were growing increasingly bored. “Baaabe, I'm bored!” You whined, earning a soft chuckle from your girlfriend as she turned to look at you. “And I want you.”

Elizabeth's eyes widened and a blush crept onto her face when she heard those words come out of your mouth. “Bubs...we're on a plane. W-We can't.”

“Bathroom,” you hummed as you leaned over and pressed your lips to hers. You could feel your girlfriend melting into the kiss. “You know you want to.”

You ventured off to the bathroom alone so no suspicions were raised, Elizabeth joining you soon after. You wasted no time in crashing your lips onto hers, kissing her hungrily as you gripped her hips.

“You know what kissing my neck does to me...So, you gonna finish what you started at home, baby? Or am I gonna have to take care of my problem myself?”

“Absolutely not!” She glared at you as she turned your bodies and backed you into the wall. “As much as I love to watch you play with yourself, pleasuring you is my job.”

You gasped when you felt her dip her hand into your leggings, her fingers soon pumping in and out of your eager core. “Shit, Lizzie…” You hummed as she pressed her lips onto yours, your moans being caught in the kiss.

“Is this what you wanted, baby girl?” Your girlfriend spoke softly against your lips. You whimpered and nodded in response as she added her thumb, pressing it against your clit.

“Feels s-so good,” you managed to choke out. She smirked as she watched your eyes flutter closed while your walls tightened around her fingers. You were close.

“You’re always so good for me, pretty girl. Always take my fingers so well,” Elizabeth cooed. You let out a loud, involuntary moan as she pressed down harder on your clit. “Fuck! Baby, please! I-I need your mouth.”

That, your girlfriend had decided a long time ago, was a request that would never have to be repeated. Elizabeth absolutely loved having her mouth on you.

She tugged your leggings down to your ankles, your panties along with them. “Look at you, my love. So wet and needy for me.” All you could do was whimper and nod.

As you felt your girlfriend’s tongue dive and curl inside of you, you bit down on your bottom lip to keep from screaming out. “Hmm so good, baby girl. You always taste so good…” Elizabeth moaned into your heat.

You tangled your fingers in her hair, tugging on it and pulling her even closer to your core as you came undone. She groaned as she eagerly collected every drop of you on her tongue.

As soon as she was back on her feet, you pushed her up against the door and crashed your lips onto hers. Your fingers tugged at the waistband of her sweatpants.

When you finally dropped down to your knees, you impatiently pulled her sweatpants down to her ankles. Next, you lowered her panties, licking your lips as you focused.

“You act as if you’re starved,” Elizabeth giggled. You hummed as you locked eyes with her, your tongue running along her folds as a breathy moan left you.

“I am,” you whined before moving to flick your tongue across her clit. The action made your girlfriend tangle her fingers in your hair, mimicking what you had done to her minutes ago and pulling you closer to her cunt.

“F-Fuck…bubs, you literally ate me out this morni–god damn it!” While your tongue busied itself with her sensitive bundle of nerves, you thrusted your middle and ring finger inside of her.

“Not enough,” you growled as you pounded your fingers in and out of her. “I want more.” Elizabeth was shuddering and writhing above you, grinding her hips as you fucked her.

“M-Mouth. Now.” Her voice was shaky, but her order was clear. And you were more than happy to oblige, your tongue taking over the role of fucking into her needy hole. “Shit! Just like that! Don’t stop, Y/N, baby, please!”

As you ate her out, bringing her closer and closer to the edge, you brought your fingers to her lips. You kept your eyes on her as you watched her suck on your fingers, moaning.

All the while, there was still evidence of your own orgasm on her chin. You smirked at the sight as you grabbed her hand, lowering it to her clit while your hands snuck under your hoodie she wore.

You moaned when you felt that she was braless and squeezed her breasts while she rubbed her clit and held your head as close to her greedy cunt as she could, grinding against your tongue. “Baby, I’m gon–shit, I’m gonna cum!”

After bringing your girlfriend to orgasm and licking her clean, you returned to your designated seat on the plane. Elizabeth followed behind you about five minutes later, her cheeks flushed.

It was brutally obvious where the two of you had just been, as well as what you had been doing in there, but no one said anything about it. You smirked at your girlfriend and leaned into her ear. “Looks like we can cross ‘fuck on a plane’ off of our list now, huh?”

Elizabeth hummed and nodded in agreement before capturing your lips with hers, kissing you softly, the taste of your orgasms still evident on your tongues. It made you want her all over again.

When she pulled away, you frowned. “We should try to get some res-,” she was interrupted by her own yawn. You smiled at her and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“Close those pretty eyes of yours, sweetheart. I’ll wake you when we’re about to land,” you whispered. She nodded and laid her head against your shoulder, eyes fluttering closed.

“Wow,” you said as you stared, completely mesmerized by the new surroundings. You were about to meet your girlfriend’s family for the first time, after having been invited to spend a few weeks at their campsite. They had a few cabins.

You and your girlfriend would share one together, separate from the rest of her family. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it? I always loved coming out here.” You smiled at her, nodding.

“Not nearly as beautiful as you.” Your words made her blush, but they also gained the attention of the two older women you hadn’t realized snuck up behind you and your girlfriend.

“Mary-Kate, Ashley!” Your eyes widened as you watched Elizabeth greet her older sisters, embracing the twins in a hug. “This is Y/N, my girlfriend.” She introduced you, but you were still star-struck. Of course, you knew about them.

You knew all about the famous twins that your girlfriend called her older sisters. Not just because of everything their little sister had told you, but because you genuinely loved them.

Elizabeth saw your reaction and couldn’t help but feel jealous. You hadn’t reacted that way when you bumped into her outside of that hotel two years ago. So why react like that with them?

You hadn’t even noticed your own girlfriend walking away, leaving you alone with your wild thoughts and her sisters who gave each other knowing glances before turning their attention back to you. “You seem nervous,” Ashley chuckled.

“Yeah. It’s almost like you have something planned. Something we could be a big help with. Don’t you think, Ash?” Mary-Kate smiled, and you lowered your head with flushed cheeks.

“Oh, totally! I mean, it’s not every day our baby sister brings home her own engagement without knowing!” You tried to quiet her loud voice by covering Ashley’s mouth.

“I don’t want her to know! Not yet…I-I want to do this right.” The twins stared at you with identical grins on their faces. It was Mary-Kate who spoke up next. “Holy shit, you’re going to ask mom and dad for their blessing, aren’t you?!”

“Oh my god, she is! Aww that’s so sweet!” Ashley cooed, causing your cheeks to grow even hotter. “And completely unnecessary. I can already tell you they’ll say yes. They love you.”

“But they’re not here. I mean, I haven’t even met them yet.” Your girlfriend’s sisters laughed at your comment. “Girly,” Mary-Kate said sweetly, “Lizzie never shuts up about you.”

“Really?” You couldn’t help but tug your bottom lip between your teeth, biting it nervously as you looked around you. When it finally hit you that Elizabeth was gone, you frowned.

“I think she went to lay down or something. Don’t worry about her. Come with us,” Ashley chirped as she and her twin linked arms with you. “Let’s go plan the perfect proposal!”

Elizabeth was watching you from the window, glaring at your back as you walked away with her sisters on your arms. She wiped away the tears in her eyes angrily before turning on her heels to go back to the bedroom.

She cried herself to sleep, jealous and insecure and pissed to hell at you. Elizabeth could handle coming in second place to her older sisters with anyone else, but not you.

No, you were hers. Elizabeth had no intention of sharing you with her sisters, or letting them steal you away. “Lizzie! Baby, where are you?” Your voice sounded, waking her up.

“Oh, sweetheart, what’s wrong?” Elizabeth didn’t answer you. She didn’t even look at you. And when you crawled into the bed next to her and tried to hold her, she shoved you away and walked out of the room, leaving you confused.

“Lizzie?” You tried, genuinely confused by her sudden change in attitude. She hadn’t been like that when you first arrived, so what changed? “Lizzie, please…help me understand.”

“What’s there to understand, Y/N?! You like them! You fucking like my sisters!” You couldn’t help but frown in confusion. Wasn’t it a good thing that you were getting along with them?

“I thought you wanted us to like each oth-” “You’re my girlfriend, or have you already forgotten me?!” “Forgotten you? Oh, Lizzie…You don’t think I like them more than you, do you?” When she left your question unanswered, you chuckled.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Elizabeth shouted, her green eyes darkening as she glared at you. “You’re mine, do you hear me?” You gasped when you felt her smack your core over your leggings.

“Strip. Now.” You didn’t waste a second, immediately obeying her order and ridding your body of all clothing. “Get on the bed.” Again you obeyed, back on the mattress as you watched her undress.

One second you were walking into the cabin to get your girlfriend and bring her outside where her family was having a fire, where you were going to get down on one knee and ask her to marry you. The next, you were tied to the bed with her straddling your thigh.

You were forced to watch as Elizabeth bucked her hips, grinding down on your thigh as she desperately chased the high that just wouldn’t come. “Let me help you, baby.”

“No!” She snapped back. She could feel herself getting close so she picked up her pace, only to cry out in desperation when the feeling went away.

“Lizzie, you’re the only one I could ever want. Please, let me prove it to you, sweetheart. Let me help you cum.” Elizabeth looked at you with pleading eyes as she undid the ties around your wrists and laid down on her back beside you.

You pressed a quick, gentle kiss to her lips before going over to the closet and pulling your strap out of your suitcase. With lusted over eyes, she watched your every move.

Once the harness was secured to your waist and hips, you crawled back into bed, hovering over your pouting girlfriend. “You’re such a brat sometimes, baby.”

“I am no-fuck!” You cut your girlfriend’s argument off by jutting your hips forwards, forcing the strap’s entire length inside of her. With a small smirk on your face, you connected your lips to hers again as you pulled out of her, quickly thrusting back in.

“Look at you,” you cooed, “all it takes is my cock pounding away at your pussy to knock that bratty attitude out of you.” She let out a loud whine as you roughly thrusted the strap into her. “You really are just my dumb cock-drunk baby, huh?”

“Y/N, baby, please…” Elizabeth whimpered as you rolled your hips. You hummed as you lowered your lips to her neck, sucking on the exposed skin until it bruised.

“Did you honestly think I wanted either of them? They’re not you, Lizzie,” you moaned into her ear when you felt the harness rubbing against your clit. “No one could ever be you.”

“I-I’m gonna-” “Cum for me, sweetheart.” You wrapped your arm around her waist as she arched her back, pressing her breasts up against your own as she screamed out in pleasure. “Shit, you look so beautiful when you come undone for me, baby.”

Elizabeth blushed and brought your lips down to hers so she could kiss you, pulling a small moan from you as her fingers twisted and pinched your nipples.

“Later,” you chuckled. Your girlfriend whined as you pulled out of her, and away from her. You walked into the bathroom, taking off the strap and cleaning it before grabbing a cloth.

You walked back to her and carefully used the warm, wet cloth to clean her before walking away again. You pulled on a fresh pair of panties, jeans, and a bra. She watched you with a smile on her face as you threw on one of her shirts.

“Get dressed and meet me outside, okay?” Elizabeth vaguely saw you stuff something into your pocket, but she didn’t get a good enough look at it to know what it was.

She climbed out of bed, mimicking your previous actions. A clean pair of jeans hugged her curves perfectly while she tugged the hoodie back over her head. It smelled of you, and of her. And it was her favorite.

Finally she joined you and her family by the fire, immediately being pulled into your arms and onto your lap. You looked at each other with hearts full of love, while her parents and siblings looked at the two of you in awe and with smiles on their faces.

“I love you,” you hummed as you kissed her softly. “Stand up.” Elizabeth looked at you in confusion, but did as you asked without questioning you.

When you got down on one knee and reached into your pocket, she threw her hands over her mouth as her eyes filled with tears. “You know, I spent all day with your sisters, practicing what I would say…”

Elizabeth couldn’t hold back her tears anymore as she reached a hand out for you. Smiling, you took her hand in yours. “But now that I’m doing it for real…I-I’m speechless.”

Your girlfriend shook her head, looking like she was about to run off. First, she knelt down in front of you and cupped your face with her hands. “Stay right there, okay? Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right back.”

With puzzled looks on your faces, you all watched as she ran back towards the cabin she was sharing with you. No more than seven or eight minutes had gone by when she returned, tears streaming down her face as she clutched something in her hands.

“Oh my god,” you choked out with a laugh as your own tears made their presence known. In your girlfriend’s hands was a small, velvet box similar to the open one you were holding.

She knelt down in front of you again, opening the box to reveal an almost identical ring to the one you had purchased. “Do I need to say ‘yes,’ or does this answer the question you’ve yet to ask me, my love?”

[agender-idiot]

ain’t it fun!

ahhhhh, had a mf dream, you already know what that lead to

ceo!natasha x employee!fem!reader

notes: smut, R gives Natasha head, that’s about it lmao. dom!sub dynamics, 18+ ONLY content (minors DNI!), uhhh a little dub!con? reader plays a lil dumb then gives in cause JEALOUSY for like 2 seconds, Nat’s an asshole for 2 seconds cause she’s a cocky idiot, clitoral stimulation, oral stimulation (natasha recieving), cunnilingus, pet names, degradation, like a drop of humiliation idk depends, no penetration, dry humping(ig?), VERY UNPROFESSIONAL WORK SITUATION

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“Gonna do as I say or are you gonna keep standing there, sweetheart?”

“Miss Romanoff, that- It’s just, this isn’t appropriate-“ “Like me giving you a pounding in your stuffy little office last week was appropriate, give me a fucking break.”

Her hand would slam on the arm of her chair that she was seated in as she glared at you briefly, then raising her brows expectantly at your silence, motioning just with her eyes between you and the floor at her feet.

“I’m tired, and I need to fucking come, and I’m sure you’d oppose to me getting your little friend down in statistics to fix this problem for me.”

Your boss rolls her eyes, and the mention of the other woman did in fact make your stomach twinge just the way she probably wanted it to, and you swore up a storm mentally knowing that was all it took to gain your attention. “So, be a peach, and get on your fucking knees.”

“There you are…” She gives that million dollar grin, scooting out of her seat at the sight of you kneeled. She tilts her head patronizingly.

“Couldn’t get there quick enough could you?” There’s sarcasm dripping from her tone. “I should reconsider that raise I was thinkin’ about giving you.” She pauses when she sees your eyes widen slightly, and her grin molds into a dark smirk when you shake your head pleadingly.

“Spare me those eyes hon, you get what you fucking earn.” Her nimble fingers tangle in your hair as she pulls you by your roots, stuffing your nose and mouth into her expensive, dress-pant clad crotch.

The redhead lets out a low hum at the feeling of you pressed against her, bucking her clothed hips against your mouth, and if she kept you there any longer you might’ve just passed out, but not all will have been in vain.

The scent of her was just as mouthwatering as the view of her towering above you, brushing her black blazer back and unbuttoning the white dress shirt underneath just under her bra covered tits, eyes fluttering slightly in response to you mouthing desperately over her clothed cunt. She definitely looked thoroughly worked today, already taken off her earrings after the brunch meeting, strands of her hair tucked into a french braid illuminated burning red by the sunlight trickling into her office. Her attitude was often appealing as a bed of nails, but seeing her like this — that face, as stressful as it appears with her position and reputation, is heaven.

“Fuck, greedy little mouth, you want it, don’t you?” Her voice was hoarse, almost desperate despite the contradiction of her power — she really needs this. Hell, why not give it to her. Not like anyone else can fire me.

Instead of pulling away, you give a purposefully dramatic nod into her clothed mound, eyes fluttering shut as you hummed against her, placing either one of your hands on her strong thighs for support as you pushed into her obediently, following her immediately as she stumbles back just a step or two to rest back against her desk, tossing her head back and holding herself up with her hands at a vice grip on the edge of it.

“Fuck yeah you want it,” She’s moaning lowly, almost a growl at your actions, hand at the back of your head again as she guides your head from side to side again, grinding into your face with another groan.

Natasha fights off her desperation, pulling you away by the roots and murmuring a small ‘Stay.’ as she unzips her pants and pulls them down just past her knees. She’s looking down at you with lusting green eyes as she pulls her panties to the side, revealing her glistening, flustered, cunt, and you hardly got a look at it before she’s manhandling your face into her crotch again.

You’re both moaning on your own accord instantly at the contact, and you shut your eyes blissfully as she runs her fingers through your hair encouragingly while you begin to eat her out, the taste of her soaking your own panties, overwhelmed with her deliciousness.

“Fuck, yes, oh,” She moans, relishing in the heat and franticness of your soft lips and hot tongue, the gentle vibrations of your moaning stirring something primal in her. “Fuck, fuck,”

She looks down at you, pulling you impossibly close as you’re smothered in her hot cunt, teeth gritted while she guides you to stimulate her like you’re nothing but a toy.

“Fuck, fucking look at me, look up at me,” She’s panting, hand tightening in your hair, and you look up at her to the best of your ability, obedient while your mouth still licks and hums against her hot clit, nose flush against her mound.

She watches you like nothing else exists, groaning, panting, once your sweet eyes peek up at her and wait for her word obediently while you lick at her, and it drives her to the brink of insanity almost as fast as it brings her to the brink of her orgasm.

“Oh,” it’s such a long, low, hoarse, hum, as she breaks eye contact, head falling back blissfully, recollecting and burning the sight of your sweet face stuffed against her cunt into her brain forever, then looking back down at you with such a steely, hungry, gaze.

“Look at you, fuck, so hungry for some pussy- so fucking eager -fuck,” Her hips are canting into your mouth and your eyes are half lidded and glazed over at the timbre of her voice, the sheer vice of her grip, the smell of her cunt and the lingering of her cologne, wanting nothing more but to please her.

“Such a sweet little subordinate slut, fuck- sweet little face, looks so good, between my legs, mmh, such a cute, hot, little mouth to fucking ruin” She’s getting so close now, movements needy and frantic. “Fuck, you want it? You fucking want it?” She grounds out through clenched teeth, moaning languidly when you nod, tongue hot and heavy against her throbbing clit, humming against her and stimulating her perfectly.

“take it- take it, fuck, fuck, fucking take it, god-“ Natasha places both of her hands against the back of your head, gripping you by the very roots and holds you to her hot, sopping, cunt, her hips grinding viciously against your tongue as she reaches her orgasm with a needy shout, and you sit patiently as she used your mouth, moaning into her and helping her come down while your lips and tongue are coated in her, your hands gently squeezing her thighs once in reassurance, soothing over them after.

She’s breathing so hard, growing soft and pliant against her own desk, hips finally stilled, and she stabilizes herself on the piece of furniture with both of her hands when she releases you, groaning with a stutter to her hips as you angle your head to lick her entrance slowly and languidly to clean her up and help her come down now that you’re released.

“Fuck.” she huffs, looking down at you while you work, only to see you still looking up at her in return. “Good fucking girl, let me see that mouth.”

She grabs you with a surprisingly gentle grip to your hair, guiding your head back slowly while you internally beam at the praise, keeping your tongue out while she pulls you away, her eyes watching like a hawk the trail of saliva and her arousal that connects her cunt to your tongue and a touch to your lips, once again burning a mental picture of that and the sight of you on your knees, flushed out and panting, tongue out and covered in her come.