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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 8 months

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Kinktober (29)- Caught Masturbating

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Thinking you were alone at home, you indulge in your fantasies, unknown to Natasha who hears you groaning her name.

Warnings/Tags: Roommates, Caught Masturbating, Fingering, Multiple Orgasms, Confessions

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Sighing in relief, you fell back onto your bed and felt your body bounce slightly on the mattress. The last few weeks of exams had been utter hell for you, your body craving something to help relieve the stress it went through. You stared up at the ceiling of your room, tapping your finger against the sheets as you contemplated your choices. You could either go and grab the tub of ice cream that was sitting in the fridge, waiting to be eaten while you watched as many sitcoms as possible, or you could take advantage of the fact your apartment was empty as Natasha had gone out.

Your eyes flickered over to your bedside table, your clock showing that it had just gone past ten and your roommate shouldn’t be home for another few hours at most. You decided to go for the second option and moved your hands down your body. You slipped your hand underneath your shirt, softly playing with your nipples as your mind wandered to Natasha.

You knew it was a stupid idea to share an apartment with your long-time crush, the woman you couldn’t get off your mind, but you didn’t care, you just enjoyed being in her presence. You imagined it was Natasha’s hands roaming your body, her hands that were currently groping your breasts.

Her mouth kisses along your neck, teeth scraping gently along the skin while her fingers rolled your nipples between the pads of them, her smirking into your skin at the soft moan that escaped your lips. Natasha’s mouth bite down softly at the juncture of your neck before pulling back so she could peel your shirt off, her mouth going straight to your breasts. Her tongue moved to swirl around your nipples whilst her hands ventured lower. They slipped under your pyjama shorts and panties, fingers sliding through the abundance of arousal that pooled there.

“Fuck Natasha,” you groaned out, your hands swiftly pushing your remaining clothes off, fingers moving back to your core. Your finger ran through your dripping core, hips bucking against your hand as your finger drew slow circles onto your clit, a soft moan escaping you as you imagined the redhead’s hands over your body.

Unaware to you, Natasha’s keys rattled through the door as she walked into your shared apartment, a sigh leaving her lips before she tossed her keys onto a side table. Yelena had bailed on her last minute due to going out with her girlfriend Kate, the redhead not wanting to join them and be a third wheel, so she came back home. She called your name out, frowning when she didn’t hear a response and moved to walk through the apartment.

“Natasha,” she heard you say through your bedroom door, not noticing the affected tone of your voice.

“You won’t believe what Yelena did Y/n- Shit!” Natasha’s eyes widened at the sight of you when she opened the door, two fingers buried deep inside you while your back arched, head lolled back against the mattress as your mouth parted for a soft moan to escape you.

When you realised Natasha had walked in you panicked, hands shooting out for your sheets to cover your body with, cheeks flushing crimson as you looked anywhere but where your roommate stood.

“I’m sorry,” you stuttered out, embarrassed at the fact she had probably heard you just moaning her name. Natasha remained still as you rambled apologies to her, arousal washing through her at the thought of you touching yourself because of her.

“Were you thinking of me, Kotenok?” she rasps out, feeling confident at the way you blushed even more, your words dying out in your throat at the tone of her voice. Watching your reaction, she walks closer to you, like a predator stalking its prey with the hungry glint in her eyes.

“I…” you became speechless when she guided your chin up to make you look at her with her index finger, her eyes raking over the exposed skin of your naked body that she could see with the sheet barely covering you. “Yes,” you whispered, arousal flooding through you as she moved her hand to rest above your trembling one that was holding the sheet to your body.

“Do you want me to help you?” she purrs out, leaning down to ghost her lips against yours, a smirk forming at the way you let out a shaky breath.

“Yes, please,” you sigh out, her lips then meeting yours for a bruising kiss. Natasha couldn’t deny she held some feelings for you, constantly pushing them down as you were in a younger year to her, and you were her roommate. You moan into the kiss at the intensity of it, passion and built-up emotions poured into it as her hands remove the sheet of your body. Your fingers tangled in her red locks, her tongue swiping over your bottom lip seeking entrance that you happily gave. “Fuck,” you moaned when her hands drifted across your body, cupping your breasts softly while her hips moved to straddle you.

“Tell me what you were thinking about,” she murmurs against your lips, moving to trail her kisses along your jaw and down your neck. You just whimper at the action, hands moving to her thighs as they trapped you beneath her. “Come on Kotenok, I can’t give you what you want until you tell me,” she husks out, pinching your nipples to have you whimpering once again.

“I want you,” the words fall off your lips as you feel her smirk into your skin, her mouth now moving down to kiss the top of your breasts. Gently, she pushes you to lay on your back, moving your arms and pinning them above your head as you peer up at her, red locks framing her face as she smiles down at you. “I want you to fuck me, please,” she crashes her lips to yours, a sinful noise ripped from the back of your throat as she moves her hand down to your core.

“Shit, you’re so wet for me,” she groans out, her fingers sliding through your dripping folds, now absolutely soaked in your arousal. Her finger slowly circles your clit, your hips desperately grinding against her hand while her mouth refuses to part with yours. Pleasure completely clouds your mind when she slides a long slender digit inside you, a broken moan escaping you. “Tell me how you want it, Kotenok,” she whispers against your lips, “Do you want me to be gentle with you?” her teeth bite down softly on your bottom lip, tongue soothing over it before she continues, “Or do you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

“Fuck Natasha,” your voice dripping with desire, eyes fluttering open to stare into her mesmerising green eyes, rolling to the back of your head when she curls her finger inside you at your weak spot. “Please be rough with me,” you manage out, her claiming your lips again to muffle the loud moan that was torn from the back of your throat when she added another finger.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to handle it?” her tone drops an octave while she starts to thrust her fingers into you at a brutal pace, mercilessly sending pleasure through your body. Your hips buck against her hand, moans pouring out of your mouth when she slides in another finger, stretching you out and filling you up.

“Yes, yes,” the words fall off your lips like a prayer as she’s knuckle deep inside you, her thumb moving to circle your clit making you cry out. “Natasha, fuck, I’m going to come,” her mouth attempts to silence the scream that erupts from you, body trembling under her as your orgasm rips through you, her name leaving your lips like a chant as her fingers don’t ease up, still pumping in and out of you making your back arch. “God, don’t stop, please don’t stop,” your body tenses again as she sends you straight into a second orgasm, your legs shaking around her hand as you clamp your thighs around her, Natasha slowing down her pace while placing soft kisses to your face.

“Was that like how you imagined?” she teases while you try to recover, moving back to straddling your waist and sitting up right, eyes looking down at your panting form.

“Better,” you sigh out, moving to sit up as well before pressing your lips to hers once again. “So much better,” your hands go to her shirt, eyes peering up at her with the silent question as you pull on the hem of the fabric softly.

“You don’t have to,” she whispers, you smile into the kiss at the way her voice becomes a little breath, body reacting to your touch.

“I want to,” you murmur, kisses travelling across her jaw till you reach the shell of her ear, “Do you want me to?” She answers you by taking a hold on your hand and guiding to her jeans, sliding under to feel her soaked panties making you let out a shaky breath.

“Don’t you dare tease me Kotenok,” she rasps out, moving her hand to pull her shirt off while you move to circle her clit through the wet fabric. Her hands cup your jaw, tilting your head up and tearing your gaze away from her bra covered chest, breasts practically spilling out of the item, and kisses you roughly. You slide your hands under her panties, running through her slick folds making her moan lewdly into your mouth, hips rolling in your lap.

“Please take them off,” you whisper, her briefly climbing off your laps to rapidly pull her jeans and panties off, your eyes raking over the exposed creamy skin. She sits back on your lap, your hand going back to her core and fingers circling her clit. Her hands thread through your hair, your free hand settling on her lower back as she starts to grind against you. Effortlessly, you thrust a finger into her, feeling her clench around you as you start to curl it inside her.

“That’s it baby, right there,” she husks out, the kiss becoming messy as she fails to return it, you moving your mouth to her neck, littering it in open mouthed kisses. You add another finger, pumping them into her at a steady pace, curling them at her weak spots constantly making her lose herself in the pleasure above you. “Fuck, I’m so close,” she moans out, lolling her head back and showing off her sharp jawline, exposing her neck even more for you.

Soon, Natasha comes undone on your fingers, calling your name out as pleasure washes through her, hips stuttering in your lap while she rides out her orgasm. Softly, you pepper kisses along every inch of skin you can reach, her fingers softly scratching your scalp as she recovers.

“What did Yelena do?” you ask after a few minutes of just steady breathing, a comfortable silence wrapping around you both. A chuckle escapes her at your question, you looking up at her with a smile as you snake your arms around her middle.

“She bailed on me for Kate,” she whispers, you rolling your eyes at the predictable thing the blonde did, “But I’m very glad she did now.” You raise your eyebrow at her playfully, her smirking down at you.

“Are you now?” you whisper, Natasha slowly guiding you back onto your back, the hungry look returning to her eyes.

“Mhmm,” she hums out, “Because now I have you.”

“You’ve always had me,” you murmur, her face softening at the confession before her lips meet yours again, her hand drifting back down your body, ready to have you over and over again until the early hours of the morning.

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kit-williams · 20 days

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A modicum of kindness

DEGENERATES ALL OF YOU

Context: Moody's anon's fault for giving me the idea

@bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

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tw: male masturbation, angst?

Why were you kind to him of all people?! Mortarion groused as he had left your presence just as quickly as he could. He could see it, hear it in your voice, smell it in your scent, you were scared of him. Unlike his brother Curze who relished in the fear he brought it was simply what being in the presence of someone like them caused in baselines.

You kept eye contact short... you tried your best to not tremble in fear... your voice wavering under his gaze... you practically wilted under him... and yet you were still kind to him. Your voice was soft... your words soothing... it felt like a balm to him to even in your timid state hear his name flow from your lips.

He didn't know you. You were a new face. New to him anyway... no one must have warned you to not try to be kind to him... to let his gaze cling for too long. The conversation was banal at best... inoffensive even just nothing important just something utterly mundane and still you chose him of all people to try and strike a conversation with. He hopes he wont see you again after what he is about to do. He doubts he could look you in the eyes.

Too many fucking layers he internally grouses as he strips free of everything his white hair clings to the sweat on the back of his neck growing long and annoying to manage... he doesn't let serfs touch him lest he crave that human touch more than he should be allowed to. Its why he doesn't want to see you again... he might crave more... the lingering desire to feel loving hands run through his hair... short nails against his scalp as someone helps him clean... would you say such kind words seeing his body?

He was far too pale... a deathly pallor about him as poison clung to his person as he ruined his lungs... for what. He bitterly seethes. He tightens the breather on his face as the problem between his legs wasn't going away and he walked over to his bed. He felt like a bastard... your only sin of being kind to him made him like some abused beast... eager for a gentle hand to caress him.

Mortarion would rather it be your gentle hands to caress him. He whines at the thoughts of what kind words you would still tell him as your soft body ground against his thigh... or would you rest between his legs... tongue licking his tip... would you still say kind words seeing what he wanted to put into you? What he wanted to do to your body? To ruin you for other men?

Mortarion... Why did you have to actually say his name? It fuels his mind running wild as he languidly strokes his length. That's what caused all of this... the fact you said his name... how he wanted to get you to say it again and again and again. Mortarion! As you slide down his shaft inch by inch... glazed over eyes as drool runs down your chin... just keep saying his name... tell him that you desire this mess of a body.

He fucks his hand harder than he would you as of course you would be scared to even be in the same room... much less actually bed the Primarch... Mortarion does his best to shut down his fantasies as the corners of his eyes burn with that shameful want... to not let them end to not face the reality of it all... that he was in his room pleasuring himself because some mortal said his name sweetly. No one told me you were handsome. He cums at the words you said so softly under your breath... if he was a mortal he wouldn't have heard but he did... he heard you admit that.

Mortarion hurries into the shower before the shame can set in. He just sits under the water like a beast left out in the rain as he feels the sting of shame in his eyes. He doesn't know if he can handle you being kind to him again... and yet he doesn't want to dissuade it... He breaths in the poisonous air as he figures he will never see you again... and you'll just be another pretty face to haunt his lonely nights in bed... another face to haunt him when he needs release... kind words to haunt his fantasies.

He very much hopes he doesn't see you again... because he knows... like a beaten dog he would be desperate to hear your kind words again.

#tw: male masterbation #tw: masterbation #warhammer 40k #Mortarion #primarch #this is because of one moody's anons #and also I guess everyone craving mortation carnally #x reader #is this an x reader?#I listened to lewis blissett's sick thoughts slowed and reverbed #angsty?#angsty

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