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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 9 months

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Secrets (5)

Pairings: Dark Wanda X Reader, Natasha X Reader

This fic is inspired by the song Secret by the Pierces and the HBO Max show Love and Death. I recommend listening to the song before reading but it's not necessary

Warnings: 18+ Soft smut and slightly rougher smut, Graphic Depictions of Violence, murder, dark thoughts, guilt, Heavy angst. Hurt no comfort.

Please consider these warnings before reading.

Chapter 5- If I can't have you, No one can (4.6k words)

Other Chapters 1, 2, 3, 4

If I can't have you, No one can

Y/N?

Yes, Wanda

I have something I want to ask you, but

You have to promise never to tell anyone

I promise

Do you swear on your life?

I swear on my life

Would you be interested in having an affair?

Pinching the bridge of her nose, a deep, heavy sigh left Wanda's lips, her mind swimming with thoughts. She saw how guilt-ridden you were about the whole affair, knowing that after tonight you definitely weren't going to risk being with her again. One of her biggest fear was that you would tell Natasha what had happened between the two of you as she could tell that the secret was eating you alive. She couldn't have anyone else finding out. Not Natasha. Not Vision. No one.

Walking towards the window, Wanda had one last look towards your house, a disappointed noise leaving her once seeing the curtains were still firmly shut, not even a small gap for her to look through.

You can't leave me Detka. I can't lose you.

Closing her own curtain, she walked away and sat on the edge of her bed, placing her head in her hands. Wanda was adamant about keeping you and your secret, but how was she going to get rid of Natasha? Endless ideas ran through her mind, only snapping out of her spiral of thoughts at the sound of the twins, realising they were up and getting ready for school. She would have to find a solution later.

I wont lose you Dorogaya.

***

"Moya Lyubov," hummed a soft and gentle voice, their lips pressing against your cheek as you let out a sleepy groan. "Come on, wake up for me love," Natasha continued, your head pressing further into your pillow as the redhead leaned over your body, a soft smile playing on her lips. "I have a surprise for you..." she whispers at the shell of your ear in a low tone, your eyes fluttering open, glancing over to the bedside table for the time.

Natasha had woken you up half an hour before your alarm, a small groan leaving you at being denied sleep before that turned into a sensual sigh at the feeling of her lips at your neck.

"A surprise? At this time?" you murmur out, rolling onto your back and letting her climb above you, her legs straddling your waist. "I wonder what it could be," your eyes stare up into her enamoured green, a teasing and lust-filled glint shining in them.

"Have a guess," she purrs, letting her lips meet yours softly, a quiet moan escaping you at the intimacy of the moment. Your hands thread through her red hair, keeping her close and deepening the kiss, her tongue dominating your mouth.

"A puppy?" you sigh out jokingly when she pulls back from the kiss, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. She rolls her eyes at you, her fingers tracing your jawline before travelling down to your neck, hand ghosting the base of your neck as she rests it there.

"Not a puppy," she mutters out, "But I could get you a collar," your cheeks immediately redden at that, a chuckle leaving her lips at your flustered state.

"Shut up," you grumble, pulling her back down for another kiss which she smiles into, you inevitably doing the same. Natasha laughs once more before letting her hands drift down your body, her lips relentless against yours while her fingers slide under the waistband of your sleep shorts. "Fuck," you sigh out when her teeth bite down on your lower lip, her moving her kisses to your neck.

"Is this ok?" she whispers when sliding the shorts down your legs, a quick 'yes' spilling from your lips. "You're so beautiful Moya Lyubov," her tone is low at your ear, making you groan before her fingers teasingly trace random patterns at your inner thighs. She can feel your hips twitching upwards, desperate for her touch making her smirk as she presses a hot, open-mouthed kisses at the juncture of your neck.

"Nat, please," you sigh out, her just silencing you with her lips. You moan into the kiss when her fingers brush your clit, an innocent look in her eyes as she peers up into your eyes.

"What's wrong?" she playfully murmurs, you deciding to take matters into your own hands, flipping the two of you over so you were on top. Smiling down at her as you straddle her lap, she raises her brow at you, your body leaning forwards to claim her lips.

"You're teasing," you grumble to answer her question, your hands moving down her body, tracing the curve of her hips before pulling down her panties, moaning softly when you could feel they were already wet. "And we're short for time so, why don't we make the most of it?" She clenches her jaw to bite back a groan when you move your hips so that your pussy is pressed against hers, the warm and slick feeling causing pleasure to flow through you both.

"Fuck," she moans quietly when you grind your hips down against her, her hands moving to guide your hips as you start moving faster. "You feel so good," she groans and it's sinful the way she says those words. You clench around nothing at the way she looks up at you, arousal and heat burning through your body as you need to feel more of her.

"Natasha," you moan, moving your hands to interlock with hers for support as your clits brush against each other, another lewd noise escaping her.

Soft moans and pants filled the room as you continued to grind against each other, Natasha's hips moving up in time with yours, filthy sounds of your cores rubbing together mixing with the sinful noises escaping you both. It didn't take long for you both to be on edge, Natasha's head lolled back, sharp jawline exposed until you moved your face lower to pepper kisses along it, groaning against the skin when your hips ground down harder.

"I'm so close," she sighs out sensually, her hands moving to tangle in your hair and tug your mouth back towards hers. She moans into your mouth at the intensity of the kiss as you pour all your love and passion for her in it, her hips twitching frantically under you.

"So am I," you pant out against her lips, her fingers tightening their grip on your hair making you groan at the small pain mixing with pleasure.

"Come with me Moya Lyubov," she rasps out, your body trembling against hers as your orgasm crashes through you. You crash your lips to hers desperately, muffling both of your moans as she also falls over the edge, her hips rolling against yours as you both ride out the aftershocks of your orgasms.

Your body rests on hers, forehead against hers as you try to catch your breath. Her lips meet yours gently once more, barely brushing them before pulling back, the soft sounds of breathing taking over the room. Fluttering your eyes open, a smile stretches across your face at the content expression etched on her face, a similar one taking over yours.

The moment is interrupted by the sound of your alarm going off, a displeased noise escaping you at the annoying noise. You smack the clock to shut it up, not too sure whether you broke it or just hit the stop button, and buried your face at the crook of Natasha's neck, body melting against hers. "Good morning," you mumble at her skin, the warmth of her body slowly lulling you back to sleep

"Good morning Moya Lyubov, but you have to get up now," she whispers encouragingly, knowing today was an important day at the bookstore. Maria Hill, one of the most famous authors at the moment, had a new book coming out to which people had pre-ordered from your store, desperate to get their hands on it.

"I could just stay here," you grumble, a sound of surprise leaving you when Natasha sits up with you in her arms, forcing you to get up as she gets out of bed. "That was rude," she chuckles at the small pout on your face, kissing your forehead to make it disappear before walking into the bathroom and starting the shower.

"I'll make it up to you in the shower," she purrs out sultrily at the door frame, pulling her shirt over her head making you practically jump out of the bed, eager to join her.

Who cares if you were going to be a few minutes late opening up the shop?

***

"So I will see you tomorrow?" you say to Natasha as you start to head out of the front door in a rush, spending a little too long in the shower and now definitely going to be late to the shop.

"Tomorrow," she confirms, passing you the keys to your car as you had forgotten them in your rush. You offer her a shy smile, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips, lingering for a moment before pulling back.

"Say hi to Yelena for me," you say while getting in your car as that's where the redhead was off to later in the day.

"I will do," she stands by your door, your window rolling down quickly as you say goodbye to her, the smile never leaving her face

"And be safe, no getting into trouble with Yelena," you say in a faux serious tone, offering her a warning look to which she lets an angelic laugh out at.

"I can't make any promises," she teases, making you roll your eyes at her, knowing full well something would happen involving the redhead, her sister and a few vodkas. "I love you," she says once you're ready in the car, bending down to kiss you once more through the rolled down window.

"I love you too," you sigh back, smiling to yourself as you reverse out of the drive, thinking about the way her lips felt on yours on your way to the shop.

Natasha watched your car drive down the road, about to walk back to the house when she heard her name being called.

"Natasha?" Wanda called again, jogging a little from her front door to catch up with the other woman.

"Is everything alright?" the redhead asks as the older woman pants slightly.

"Oh yes, everything is fine," she dismisses, allowing the worry to fade from Natasha. "I was just wondering if you could help me move a box from the basement to upstairs? It's too heavy for me to lift on my own," she explains, Natasha checking her watch and noting that she had plenty of time before she had to start getting ready to leave for Yelena's.

"I can help," she offers the older woman a kind smile, Wanda's jaw clenching to hide the overjoyed expression that wanted to take over.

"Perfect."

***

The creaking of the stairs echoed around the basement as Natasha walked down them, Wanda following behind as she guided Natasha on where she was going.

"The box is in the far left corner," she explains, holding back a bit while Natasha ventures her way through the concrete room. Her eyes took in all the discarded toys that were the twins and other items littered on wooden shelves, the old furniture that seemed to be used once in a while for events and an array of cardboard boxes filled with various items.

"Is it just this one?" Natasha asks when she sees the large box in the corner, turning around to face the older woman when her body froze, fear taking over.

The green of Wanda's eyes become empty, her hands clutching tightly the handle of an axe, a nervous chuckle escaping Natasha. This was just a joke, right?

"Wanda, what are you doing?" her tone is laced with fear, a shiver running down her spine when Wanda merely tilts her head, anger now evident on her face.

"You can't have her," she says, a taut smile taking over her face as her eyes regain some life, danger and hurt swirling in them, "I won't let you take her from me."

As Wanda takes a step forward, Natasha takes one backwards, the back of her legs hitting the cardboard box leaving her trapped in the corner of the room.

"What? I haven't taken anything from you Wanda," Natasha's voice wavering as she keeps her eyes on Wanda's knuckles bleeding white, her grip increasing along with her anger and insanity.

"You are the reason she's not mine," Wanda continues, ignoring the redhead's confusion as she points the axe at her. "You are the reason I can't have her and if I can't have her, no one can."

Wanda takes another step towards Natasha, conflicted emotions written across her face as she's somewhat clueless about what was going on and terrified of Wanda.

"Who?" Natasha desperately sighs out, looking around the room to see if there was anything that could help her escape. There wasn't anything useful nearby so she would have to settle on trying to talk Wanda out of this.

"Y/n," at the sound of your name, Natasha's face drops, confusion and hurt evident. Upon seeing the pain on Natasha's face, the corners of Wanda's lip pull up into a cruel smirk, "She's mine."

"Wanda..." The redhead loses her track of thoughts as she tries to comprehend what Wanda was saying, the older woman deciding to be sinister and make her suffer.

"She even said it," Natasha's jaw clenches as Wanda continued, her grip loosening on the axe as she torments the other woman. Despite the hurt consuming the Russian, she was still observant, noticing how Wanda's fingers relaxed against the wooden handle. "I'm yours, your slut," When Wanda imitates you, confirming what she feared, Natasha could physically feel her heart crack a little, burying the pain of it all like she used to do before she met you.

You wouldn't do this. Would you? No, no you wouldn't. You had been acting differently but... You loved her.

Right?

Those were Natasha's thoughts as Wanda was within arms reach, taunting her with more words she shut out. She refused to believe what she was hearing, you wouldn't hurt her like that. Wanda was just insane, clearly deranged as she held an axe by her side.

"She wouldn't do that," Natasha's voice was adamant, and painfully so as you had done what Wanda said. Natasha was determined to block out all the doubts in her mind, but there was no way of preventing the twisting pain in her heart of her uncertainty.

"She did," is all Wanda says as she smiles to herself, thinking about how you were fully hers when in the motel, too blissed out to even consider Natasha.

It was in that brief moment when Wanda was lost in thought that Natasha decided to capitalise on her lack of focus and shove the older woman as far as possible, knocking her over. While falling, the axe clatters to the ground, falling out of Wanda's hands before she rushes to her feet as Natasha tries to run past her, catching her hair and pulling hard on it, a pained noise escaping the redhead. Wanda pulls her body back towards her before pushing Natasha into one of the shelves with force, her body roughly coming into contact with the wood.

Natasha's desire to live was tragically overpowered by Wanda's brutal desire to have you, the younger woman giving it her all as she fought back.

Natasha's leg kicked back at Wanda, catching her with her boot and causing a groan of pain to leave the other woman, moving to push Wanda into a shelf this time. Wanda anticipated the move, manoeuvring out of the way and pushing Natasha into another one, her body colliding with a metal box that was on a shelf. A cry left her at the feeling of a rib cracking, fighting the tears that wanted to spill as she grabbed the box and swung it at Wanda.

She screamed in anguish when the metal of the box caught the side of her forehead, causing her to fall to her knees.

While Wanda was down, Natasha ran as fast as she could with the throbbing pain in her abdomen, staggering up the stairs to reach the door. Her hand clutched at her abdomen, her other hand reaching the rail to help pull her body up before pain lacerated her back.

The sound of a gut-wrenching scream reverberated around the room only to be quickly replaced by a disgusting squelch as the axe was ripped out of Natasha's back. Her body became rigid with pain as red seeped out the glistening wound in her upper back, Wanda's body buzzing with adrenaline as she watched the woman fall to the stairs and sob against them.

The sound of Wanda's heavy breathing matched with the pounding of Natasha's heart, the latter waiting apprehensively for her inevitable fate as she turned as best she could to beg the other for her life.

Wanda's jaw clenched hard, her teeth violently grinding against one another as she stared into Natasha's pleading emerald eyes. Regret didn't even cross Wanda's mind as the bloodstained axe was raised in the air once more as she snapped.

Blood messily splattered against the walls while flesh was repeatedly shredded by the blade, Wanda's breathing becoming ragged from the adrenaline coursing through her body. The crack of Natasha's skull was deafening as it crunched under the force of the metal, crumbling apart as if it were nothing. Bone was brutally splintered like pieces of wood, flesh clinging to the axe as it was lifted into the air again, and again, and again until what was left was unrecognisable.

Crimson oozed down the stairs while the warm liquid coated Wanda's body, a revolting noise echoing around the room as the axe was torn out of Natasha's viscera for the final time. The aggressive pounding of Wanda's heart filled her ears, the dripping of blood from the weapon going unnoticed as it stained the floor beneath her.

Emotion soon resurfaced in Wanda's eyes as she stood frozen over what some wouldn't even consider a corpse, too mutilated to be described as such a thing.

Shock rapidly followed, the metal of the axe colliding with the floor in a pool of crimson and rattling as Wanda's hands quickly pushed her hair back in a stressed manner, only further smearing the blood that coated her body.

Detka, Look what you made me do.

I did this for you.

You.

You made me kill her.

You gave me no other choice.

She never deserved you.

She wouldn't kill for you.

I would.

I have.

That's how much you mean to me Detka.

Can't you see it?

A series of unstable and unhealthy thoughts swarmed her mind as she lifted her foot to step over the mangled body, moving on autopilot as she made her way into the bathroom.

From there on what happened was hazy to Wanda, the sensation of water burning into her skin as the liquid was tainted red being one of the only things she could remember vividly. The rest of the clean up a complete blur as she was lost to her dark thoughts once more, utterly and terrifyingly consumed by you.

If you had loved me, this would never have had to have happened.

If you had loved me...

You never loved me.

***

Knocking on the door of the motel, you waited patiently outside until Wanda revealed herself, a smile taking over her face. You mirrored her expression, offering a shy, gentle one as you walked into the familiar room.

To say you hadn't thought about her today would have been a complete lie. Every time you had a small break from the customers your mind drifted to tonight. You were tired and exhausted from tending to the vast amount of people today and were in dire need of something to relax you, making tonight seem more appealing than you anticipated. Guilt gnawed at you slowly for the excitement, berating yourself for giving into your own selfish wants one more time but you were adamant tonight was the last time so, why not try to enjoy it?

You hated yourself for loving the way Wanda made you feel, hated the fact that, despite loving Natasha, you wanted tonight to happen before it all ended. You wanted one final night with Wanda whether you wanted to admit it or not.

"How was your day Detka?" she asks as she sits on the bed, inviting you onto her lap to which you do so, a little more hesitant than Wanda liked though. It seemed that despite wanting tonight, your guilt was still holding you back.

Stop holding onto her. She's gone.

"Tiring," you sigh out, your body tense in her lap as her hands drift up and down your body. You noticed the slightly rougher texture of her fingers, unknowing that she scrubbed them almost raw to remove the blood that stained her skin and creeped under her fingernails. Her eyes watched you intently, an indecipherable glint in them as you opened your mouth to say something before pausing, unsure of whether to say it or not.

"What's wrong Detka?" her voice contains a little annoyance at your unsure state, wanting you to be completely in the moment with her.

"I just..." You're nervous under her gaze, your eyes looking away from her to which she guides your chin to face hers, forcing you to look at her. "I need you to know this is definitely the last time," you whisper, her jaw clenching, "And I was thinking of telling Natasha-"

"What?" her voice was harsh as she interrupted you, confusion and anger swirling in her eyes, "Why?"

"I want to be honest with her," your tone wavering, "I won't let her know it was you, I promise, Vision will never find out-"

"You swore you'd never tell," she sighs out, looking away from you and letting out a heavy breath. "Let's just talk about this later," she mumbles, turning back to face you, "I want to enjoy one last night with you."

You shyly nod your head, her lips meeting yours roughly, desperately trying to release her pent up frustration and anger. Her hands quickly drifted to your hair, threading through your locks and tangling her fingers in them, tugging your head where she wanted.

You moaned into the kiss at the small amount of pain, your hands cupping her face as she deepened the kiss. You were slow in your movements to begin with, the guilt of it all fading away as arousal took over, filthy words spilling from her lips to help you drift into your submissive headspace when with her.

Once you gained a little more confidence, your hands ventured down her body, nails digging into her back a little before she took you by surprise and flipped the two of you over, pressing you into the mattress.

Her front was flush against yours, the feeling of her knee at your core causing a low moan to escape you.

"Tell Mommy what you want from her," she purrs near your ear, one of her hands moving to the base of your neck, applying a firm amount of pressure as you groan at the dominant action.

"I want you," you sigh out, wanting her to make everything else go away for tonight. The guilt, the stress, the exhaustion from today, she could make it all go away and you wanted that. "I want you to make me forget everything but you."

Wanda's head moved away from your neck, tilting it inquisitively as her thoughts took over once more.

You don't want me. You want her.

You only want me for tonight. I want you forever.

Her hand squeezed a little harder, her eyes darkening a little more in a dangerous manner.

"You don't want me," she grits out, your brows furrowing at the sudden harsh tone of voice. "You never wanted me," the pressure of her hand on your throat becomes uncomfortable, her switch in mood scaring you as your hands clutch at her arm, trying to ease her grip.

"Wanda," you choke out, her grip never faltering as she stares into your fearful eyes, face slowly reddening due to her actions. "Please stop," the other woman ignores your plea, her face clearly conflicted as she continued to choke you.

"You swore you'd never tell," she says once more, your nails digging into her skin as you desperately try to stop her.

"I wont tell her," your voice weak as you struggle for breath. You clawed at her arms to push her away, tears spilling from your cheeks at the pain of her actions.

"You can't," Wanda sighs out, confusion and the lack of air causing your mind to become fuzzy. "You can't tell her but that doesn't matter," she eases her grip, allowing you to breathe a little as she's still conflicted on what to do.

You're never going to want me.

You'll hate me if you knew what I did.

I can't have you hating me.

"You'll hate me," she mumbles to herself before making a decision, her grip suddenly increasing making you cough at the sheer amount of pressure she applies to your throat, blocking your airways.

"You swore on your life," your head goes lightheaded, your mind not able to process what was going on as you drifted between consciousness and unconsciousness, Wanda ignoring that as she continues to talk to you, needing to express and try to justify her actions to herself. "This is all your fault," tears brew in her eyes as your eyes flutter shut, your body shutting down from the lack of oxygen as she leaves you to die in her arms. "You should have loved me. Me," she exclaims with a distraught tone, completely lost to insanity.

"You should have loved me," she sobs out again, her heart breaking at what she had done, your arm falling from hers onto the bed, pulse having stopped under her fingertips. Her hands shake as she releases your neck, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear as fresh tears spill down her cheek. "I never wanted to hurt you but you- you made me do this," her voice shakes as she just stares at your lifeless body, her heart twisting painfully at the sight.

"I'm sorry Detka," she whispers, leaning to press a kiss to your forehead, lingering as she lets out a pained whimper.

Why didn't you just love me?

After drowning in her thoughts, Wanda pulls away from you once she regains some sort of control over herself, wiping the tears from her cheeks before climbing off your body, standing shakily on her feet to leave the room as she can't face what she's done. Her body pauses at the door though, her head turning to look at the still body on the bed,

"You're mine forever now. I love you Dorogaya."

—

'Cause two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of them is dead

Yes, two can keep a secret if one of us is dead'

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I hate this just as much as you do. I'm sorry.

Despite all the pain, I hope you have enjoyed reading Secrets as much as I have enjoyed writing it. It was meant to be a short one shot where I experimented with darker tones and heavier angst but it became this and I love and hate the fact I wrote it.

Please leave any thoughts/comments/votes <3 Please don't kill me for this ;)

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Playdate

(Graduation Gift Part 6)

Summary: (can be found on my masterlist under series) Natasha invites Wanda over to see you. When you’re left alone with Wanda, she makes good on a deal she made with Nat. >:)

A/N: So like. Listen. I know. I know. It’s been 2 years. I wrote this piece like a year ago. And this is NOT DONE. It’s NOT GREAT. Y’all voted for the rough edges version. Maybe I’ll edit or polish it later on. Also. I was getting a little gratuitous with Wanda using too many petnames and so I’ve used A SINGULAR PRONOUN for the first time in this series’ history. If I find a way to change it later to remove it I will. It’s they, by the way.

WC: 2.9k (wtf??)

CW: 18+ only, minors dni; series is dark but this is only mildly dark; reader is being kept in Nat's basement but they're like. fine with it??; smut; mommy milkers make mommy milk; cgl themes; sharing partners; dubcon; Wanda uses her powers to manipulate reader; mean Wanda (but only a little, as a treat); Wanda calls reader mutt, pup, etc; threesome; oral (R receiving); Wanda uses magic sexually on reader; no proper ending, sorry

“Baby, mommy needs to talk to you,” Natasha says, muting the TV. You turn to look at her expectantly, face as angelic as ever. She smiles. “Good baby. Now, mommy wants to have a friend of hers over,” she says.

“Upstairs?” you ask, confused. She’s had people over to the house for meetings before—why is she asking you?

“No baby, downstairs, in here,” she says, opening her arms for you to come sit on her lap. You do so, searching for comfort as the idea causes unease. “Oh, baby, it’s okay, don’t worry. She’s very nice.”

“But…” you fiddle with the hem of her shirt for a moment before bringing your thumb to your mouth and looking down.

“She already knows about you, baby,” she practically reads your mind. “She’s the one that helped mommy start making milk for you,” she hums.

“Someone knows?” you’re surprised and… something else you can’t quite put your finger on.

“Yes, baby. My best friend Wanda. We work together and she helps make it so I can stay home with you,” she taps the end of your nose, earning a small smile. “You know mommy doesn’t want to keep you down here all alone and locked up forever, don’t you?” she asks. It’s only half-true, but you nod anyways. “This is how we start, okay?” you nod again.

—

“Baby, I’m here with Wanda!” you hear Natasha’s voice as the lock clicks and the door opens. You get up on your knees at the end of the bed and wait for her with your arms up.

“Mommy!” you greet her with a happy exclamation. She chuckles and goes to help you out of the bed, but you cling to her instead, hiding your face from the brunette standing near.

“Aww, feeling a bit shy, are we?” Wanda’s voice is kind enough as she reaches out, patting your back gently. You flinch a little and Natasha instantly hushes you, rubbing your back where Wanda had touched you to soothe you.

“We’re just a little nervous,” Natasha says for you. “It’s been a long time since you’ve seen anybody but mommy, huh?” she asks. You nod against her.

She carries you over to the couch and sits with you on her lap, Wanda sitting on the other end. Natasha turns your head to face her and you examine your guest with your eyes, deep in thought. You notice she’s holding a stuffed animal in your favorite color. She sees your eyes land on it and smiles warmly.

“Hi there,” she says. “Your mommy said this was your favorite color,” you nod to confirm. “I thought it might be nice for you to hold,” she holds it out to you and you look to Natasha, who nods, before taking it. You pull it close, finally unwrapping yourself a little from Natasha.

“That’s so precious!” Natasha says, looking at the toy in your hands. “What do we say, baby?”

“Thank you,” you say shyly, unable to meet her eye. She smiles anyways.

“I’m glad you like it,” she says. “You gonna give it a name?”

“He’s gonna be called Dots,” you say, running your hand over the bumpy dotted texture of the toy’s fur.

“Dots. That’s a good name,” she says. You smile a little. “I know you’ve been down here for awhile with just you and mommy, right?” she asks. You nod. “What do you like to do together?”

“Um… I like it when we watch cartoons or play with my toys together,” you say slowly. “Mommy makes the best voices for my toys,” you smile. “And I like bath time, too, or when mommy lets me do her makeup. We do all sorts of stuff,” you tell her, smiling at Natasha, who brushes some hair out of your face.

“That sounds awesome, little one,” Wanda says. The petname sounds nice from her lips, making you smile bashfully.

The conversation drifts slowly to the two of them talking about work, occasionally making jokes to include you. You eventually grow comfortable enough to uncurl from your tiny ball on Natasha’s lap to sitting on her normally, playing with Dots and half-listening.

“You okay, Natty?” Wanda asks, and you look to your mommy to see her shifting a little.

“Yeah, don’t worry. Looks like we’re just a little late for milkies time,” she looks at you. “Feeling hungry, little baby?” she asks. You nod; you’ve been ignoring it in the hopes that Wanda would leave before it got unbearable. “Come on then,” she unbuttons her shirt some and unclips her bra on one side.

“But mommy—“ you glance at Wanda.

“It’s okay, baby. Don’t you trust mommy?” she asks. You nod slowly and let her guide you into position, your legs ending up on Wanda’s lap, who gently rubs her thumb on your shin. You squirm a little.

“Behave, baby. Don’t you want mommy’s milkies?” she asks. You nod, cheeks flushed. “Then be good,” she says firmly, guiding your head to her chest. You latch on a little less eagerly than usual, trying to ignore Wanda’s presence and touch. It’s easier with Natasha running her fingers through your hair, humming softly, but not so much as you feel Wanda’s eyes on the two of you like a hawk.

You’re inevitably slipping down into your uninhibited littlespace by the time you switch to her other side, grunting gently when the milk doesn’t flow at first and grabbing onto Natasha. She chuckles and hushes you, adjusting herself to help you in your efforts.

“Easy now,” she soothes.

“How precious,” Wanda coos gently, reaching over to brush your hair out of the way so she can see you better. You can’t flinch without letting go of Natasha’s chest, so you let it happen. She takes the liberty and strokes the back of her finger down your cheek softly.

“Isn’t my baby just the sweetest thing?” Natasha brags, “Come closer, Wans, it’s alright. A lot tamer with your mommy’s milk in you, hm?” Natasha speaks the last part to you as she pats the cushion next to her for Wanda to sit. They both move you as needed for her to get closer, your butt now in the virtual stranger’s lap and her arm resting on your stomach. You whine and look up at Natasha, about to pull away to protest.

“It’s okay, baby, you’re doing a good job,” Natasha holds you fast against her with a gentle hand and even gentler praises. “You trust me, and I trust Wanda. You’re okay. Just drink your milkies,” she placates you easily. You settle back into an edgy comfort and let yourself be held, trying to stay in your big headspace and failing miserably.

“That’s a good baby,” Natasha says as she both sees and feels the resistance leave you. When you finally pull off, she smiles at the little dribble on your chin and wipes it with her thumb before pressing it into your mouth. “Mommy’s got you,” she assures you as your eyes half-close, sucking on her thumb automatically. She coos softly at you.

“Such a good baby,” Wanda muses as she looks on.

“That’s right,” Natasha says proudly, making you blush a little. “See little one, Wanda’s not so scary, is she?” she asks you sweetly. You nod a little bit, earning a satisfied hum. “That’s my baby.”

“My mommy,” you say around her thumb, reaching up to touch her face. Her heart melts at the gesture and she leans down to kiss your forehead.

The tender moment is interrupted as Natasha’s phone rings. She pulls it out of her pocket, looks at it a moment, and then sighs deeply.

“I have to take this,” she says with reluctance. “Go to Wanda, baby,” Natasha pushes you fully into her friend’s lap despite your whimpering protests. Wanda’s arms wrap around you easily and hold you to her as you wiggle, reaching for your mommy to no avail.

“I’ll be as quick as I can, baby,” Natasha assures you, tilting your chin up and kissing you before going upstairs. You look at Wanda with wide eyes in silence for a moment.

“It’s alright, don’t worry,” Wanda speaks first. “Your mommy will be back soon, and she’s only upstairs at any rate.”

You keep staring at her mutely.

“This must be pretty new and scary, huh? And I can tell you’re feeling pretty little, too. But don’t worry, I’ve got you,” she says, voice warm and soothing. “Do you want to watch some cartoons? I know you like that,” she suggests. You nod. “Okay, cartoons it is,” she reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.

You ease considerably with the cartoons on, sucking on your thumb and cuddling Dots close. Wanda holds you and watches passively, wondering what’s taken Nat away so suddenly. She’s so excited to finally be meeting you, too, but trying not to scare you off with her eagerness.

“Want mommy,” you mumble after awhile. It’s rare for Natasha to leave you when you’re in your littlespace, and you are very much disliking it.

“I know, little one. I’m sure she’ll be back just as quick as she can. It won’t be long now,” Wanda assures you once again. She pulls out her own phone to shoot Natasha a text. It has been awhile…

Only about a bit more now. How’s my little baby? she responds.

Missing you, but mostly okay. We’re watching cartoons. I don’t know how long it’ll last though… Wanda informs her

What we talked about before is still on the table. Wanda glances up at you, oblivious, then looks down again.

Are you sure it won’t mess everything up? I haven’t made much headway in the trust department…

It’ll be fine, Wans. My dumb little baby can’t resist feeling good. Natasha’s words make Wanda go red and she shoots another glance at you. Luckily, you’ve still yet to notice.

Alright then. See you soon.

Wanda puts her phone away and turns her attention back to you. You’re babbling to Dots and pointing to the TV, as if trying to explain it to him. It’s absolutely adorable. Wanda watches sneakily, not wanting to interrupt and ruin the moment of pure innocence and cuteness.

“Right mommy—“ when you turn and remember it’s Wanda, not your mommy, who’s holding you, your bottom lip begins to tremble.

“Oh, no no no, baby, it’s okay, don’t cry little one,” Wanda rushes to soothe you, holding you closer and rocking you a little bit. “It’s okay, she’ll be back in just a few minutes, she told me so,” she tells you. You calm a tiny bit at that. “She even told me what to do while we wait for her.”

“R-really?” you sniff.

“Mhm,” Wanda hums, one hand coming down to rest on your tummy.

“What’d she say?” you ask, squirming on her lap a little. You’re feeling tingly, like how Natasha often makes you feel.

“Well, she said she worried your pretty parts might need some attention, and she said I can help you, since you’re just a little baby who doesn’t know how,” Wanda tells you soothingly.

“M-mommy said that?” you ask, trying to ignore the growing sensations in your lower half.

“Yup. She cares about you being comfortable and happy so much that she said I can help you instead of her,” Wanda says with a smile. “Isn’t that nice of her? You’re lucky, little one.”

“Mhm, mommy’s nice,” you say, struggling to put together the logical thoughts in your head that would can tell you what’s going on here.

“Aw, don’t think too much, little one,” Wanda coos, her other hand coming o to the side of your head and stroking your temple. As she smooths the hair there, it feels like she’s smoothing your thoughts, too. Little do you know she really is, but she figures what you don’t know won’t hurt you, right?

“When’s mommy coming back? I need her,” you say, a little dazed.

“Why’s that, precious?” she asks sweetly.

“I’m at all tingly. I don’t like it,” you squirm.

“I can help with that, little one,” her voice is like honey. “Just relax for me, okay? Wanda’s se gonna take care of you,” shepulls down your shorts and underwear, exposing your sensitive area to the air. You whine a little.like

“‘s cold,” you complain.

“I’ve got you,” soon Wanda’s warm hand has moved from your tummy down to cup your mound, quieting you. She reaches down further and starts slowly encircling your most sensitive bundle of nerves, making you sigh softly in relief. Something starts to poke at your entrance but you don’t know what.

“What’s that?” you ask, looking down. You see the hand between your legs encircled with glowing red tendrils.

“It’s alright, little one. It’s just magic, like I used on your mommy before. It’s perfectly safe. And it’ll feel really good,” she says, slowly filling your hole. You whimper softly at the stretch as her fingers continue to work your clit. “How’s that?”

“Good,” you breathe, opening your legs more. She smiles.

“That’s a good little baby, spread those legs nice and wide for me,” you heed her suggestion, letting them fall open to give her more access. “Perfect.”

She gracefully works up to a rhythm that has you whimpering softly with each thrust, clutching tightly to Dots. The hand at your temple moves down, allowing her thumb to play at your lower lip. You open your mouth eagerly, wanting to take it into your mouth, but she doesn’t let you. She simply teases your lip while your mouth hangs open, panting heavily.

“So damn precious,” she says, her voice husky. She leans over to see your hole clenching around red-tinted nothingness and bites her lip. “Feeling good, little one?”

“S-so good, Wanda,” you stutter, twisting and panting.

“Look at you, panting like a little doggie. Is that what you are? Are you a dumb little pup for me?”

“I-I-“ you don’t know how to react. Her words are nothing like Natasha’s, but they’re making your body feel the same way. You give a small whimper of confusion.

“Aw, too dumb to even know what you are,” she says with mock sympathy. “It’s okay, good puppies like you don’t need to think, just let me do it for you for now,” her voice is soft again.

“I-I can’t-“ you gasp, somehow feeling overstimulated before you’ve even had a single orgasm.

“You can. Be a good pup for me,” she encourages sweetly.

The door opens and you both look over to see Natasha at the door, who grins at the sight before her. She quickly comes to your side, smiling at Wanda and exchanging a few looks before looking down at you. She smooths some hair out of your face.

“Mommy!” you whine loudly, one hand leaving Dots to clutch at hers. You hold it to your sweaty face, her touch cooling, and whimper as you lean into it.

“Aww, looks like you and Wanda are getting along just fine,” she says. “You’re being such a good baby for Mommy’s friend. Do you feel good?”

“Yes mommy, feels so good, so good—can’t th-th-“ you whine desperately.

“Dumb little mutt can’t handle what I’ve got to give,” Wanda chides. “But they’re trying nonetheless,” she shifts you around on her lap so Natasha has an unobstructed view of your cunt as she uses her powers to press into your every crevice.

“Isn’t that a sight,” she breaths softly, getting her face in close. “Move your finger. I wanna taste my baby,” she instructs. Wanda obliges, focusing fully on her magic while Natasha begins licking and sucking at your clit harshly.

“Mommy!” you cry out. “Mommy, Wanda, I can’t, I can’t—“

“You’ll take what’s given to you like the good little slut you are,” Wanda cuts you off firmly, a particularly hard thrust punctuating it. “If you come nice and pretty for us, maybe we’ll be nice and give you a rest,” she says. You glance down to Natasha between your legs.

“Yes, baby, you can come. Come for us, all over me,” she pauses to say before diving back in.

It feels like her and Wanda have just increased their efforts by tenfold, making you cry out even louder than before, tongue hanging out as you pant heavily. It’s all too much—you can’t last much longer like this.

“Please!” you whine.

“Come on, you can do it baby,” Wanda says softly, encouraging you over the edge. “Be good and make a mess for us.”

The coil in your body snaps at that and your back arches as you scream, lifting your torso up off of Wanda’s lap as your hips buck.

“That’s it, that’s it baby, so good for us, for mommy and Wanda,” Natasha is your beside you in seconds, kissing your face and rubbing your tummy soothingly. You whimper softly at her kisses and your body calms down enough to return to Wanda’s lap. She too is praising you, petting your head in reassurance. Tears brim in your eyes and threaten to fall, but Natasha catches them.

“It’s okay baby, mommy’s got you now, we both do,” Natasha soothes. “You’re alright now, you did so good.”

“Did good?” you repeat hazily.

“So good,” Wanda confirms.

to be continued…

And that’s it, I’m sorry. If I don’t post it right now as it is I’m just not going to do it again.

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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HIIII❤️ Would you write something with dark!nat and like soft!dark!bucky as caregivers? or like nat is the caregiver but bucky also wants to be a part of their dyanmic but reader doesn't want that so she punishes her and she's very abusive but finally bucky comes in to stop her and she accepts him?💟

Bunny

warnings: dark themes, dark!nat x little!reader, soft!dark bucky x little reader, kindaabusive behaviour from nat, reader passes out, dd/lg + md/lg themes

a/n: okay this has been in my drafts for a while now but i added some stuff to it to kinda fit the request. please reblog, comment, and like to support if you can, i would really appreciate it 🥺🥺❤️

"Stop it! Stop, stop, it hurts! It h-" You were cut off with another blow to your head as you tried to get up from the bed. There were was no use in begging her for mercy because it didn't seem like she was going to show you any. After enduring her torture for about another hour, you finally passed out on the bed. Natasha finally stopped when she noticed you stopped struggling against her. She cupped your delicate face with her hands, roughly pushing it away when she realized you passed out.

Nat walked out of the room and went to downstairs to cool off. She was so angry that you weren't more accepting of Bucky as another caregiver for you. You always loved spending time with him, especially when she first forced brought you to her place. You'd been so scared of her but after talking to Bucky you began to soften up to her, letting her take care of you, taking care of her especially after a hard day, letting her baby you and treat you the way you should be treated. She just wanted to repay him for his kindness. All that he asked was to take care care of you, to be involved in this with her, but you just refused.

Nat heard the front door open, but she remained seated on her chair with a drink in her hand. She knew Bucky was coming over, but she wanted to give him good news, not tell him that you were passed out upstairs with a black eye and bruises all over your body. Bucky sat down next to her, taking the drink from her and putting it down on the table.

"She doesn't want me, does she?"

"I don't know how to convince her. She's passed out upstairs with god knows how many bruises on her body because I thought I could get her to agree..." She groaned, looking down at the ground, ashamed of how she treated you.

"Jesus, Nat...you didn't have to do that, I could've waited a bit longer." He grimaced at the thought of her hurting you.

"Yes, but I don't understand why she said no. She clearly loves having you around, sometimes even more than me." She rolled her eyes, and got up to get herself another drink.

Before Bucky could reply, he heard a loud wailing coming from the bedroom upstairs. He looked over at Nat, who noticed the high-pitched crying as well. She sighed and continued to make her drink, "Why don't you go? I don't think she wants to see me right now..."

Bucky hesitated before making his way upstairs to your bedroom. He quietly opened the door, not wanting to scare you any more. He walked inside and noticed you were on the bed and your naked body was covered with only a sheet while you were bawling your eyes out. He slowly walked over to you, and grimaced at all the marks Natasha had left on your body.

"Sweetheart? Are you okay?" He whispered as he sat down on the bed to get a proper look at your face.

At first you were startled by his voice, but you still crawled over to him when he held his arms out for you to climb into. He hugged you gently, knowing he had to be careful with all the bruises on your body. He carefully cupped your face and kissed your forehead before letting you go back to resting your head on his shoulders.

"Mommy got real upset with you, didn't she?" He whispered, as she softly sobbed on his shoulder.

She slowly nodded before whispering, "Daddy..."

His brows furrowed when he thought he misheard her. He pulled away from her, making her whimper, "What did you say, love?"

"Daddy, my daddy..." She whispered, blushing and looking away from him.

"Oh, love...yes daddy is here. Daddy is right here, not going anywhere." He smiled, kissing her cheek and hugging her tightly.

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Breeding Ground 🥵

Hollowed Oak

Welcome Home Angel | Missing “Loved One”

Soft!Dark WandaNat × Fem!Reader

2 Parter SMUT!! 18+ | MINORS DNI

1st: Brief knife play, Wanda magically induced G!P (Plot driven), Oral(G!P/Vaginal—R/W receiving/N giving), Nipple Stimulation, Breeding!!!, Mommy/Daddy roles, Penetration (N/R Receiving—W giving), Bondage(R tied to bed), Teasing / Light overstimulation, Choking, Stomach bulge, “Magic” fingering (N receiving)

2nd: Natasha magically induced G!P (Plot driven), Face riding—Fingering (W receiving/R giving), Oral(G!P N receiving/R giving), Vibrator (W), Breeding!!!, Daddy(N)/Mommy(W), Penetration (R Receiving/N Giving), Overstimulation!, Degradation, Face slapping, Dick Riding. Lightweight hate fuck. Stimulating lube use. Fucked to sleep…

Warnings: Childbirth, Jealousy!!, Insecurities, mentions/threats of violence.

I’m hopeful that I listed everything, if I missed anything please do let me know. 🥺

7,249 Words ; Filthy 🥵

Living with Natasha and Wanda had been rather interesting, watching the "intimidating" women living a rather mundane existence was honestly comical. Every morning they'd wake up, share a intimate kiss above your body, then go on about their days. Wanda would tend to her windowsill garden before making everyone a hearty breakfast, while Natasha partook in her intense morning work out that usually got disrupted by Liho seeking out her attention.

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For the first week they didn't seem interested in changing their routine to truly include you. They did the bare minimum of feeding you, occasionally engaged in a conversation, but mostly they just went about their normal day. Honestly, you began to wonder what your purpose even was here, then you remembered Natasha mention you carrying their children and it all came back to you being their toy.

Which would make sense if they touched you, but the closest you got to physical intimacy had been the kisses to your forehead in the early morning and at night when you were meant to be asleep. Beyond that it was just lustful glances, and the occasional grazing of your lower back with a gentle hand. Being that you were entirely fed up with it you quite literally walked out the cabin doors, well aware that they'd be after you within a heartbeat.

Well, a heartbeat was apparently an overstatement, because only after a quiet hour sat at the stream with Liho had you heard the loud crunching of leaves beneath sets of boots, then within an instant you were pulled up by your collar and slammed into a tree. Natasha was clearly blinded by rage, but Wanda was able to see the arousal floating around your eyes at the action.

"Where did you think you were going, huh?"

"It seems rather apparent that I was headed to the river, does it not appear that way to you?"

"Don't get smart with me!" Natasha lowly growls, her knife lightly pressed to your throat, but Wanda's hand snakes up to remove it.

"Natty, no need to get so angry, our little angel here just wanted our attention, but she just didn't know how to go about asking for it..." Wanda teasingly tuts, lightly dragging the blade down the front of your shirt until the fabric is falling off your body.

You gasp as the cold Fall air hits your skin, much to their delight, your nipples instantly hardened as your lack of bra became apparent.

"Isn't that right honey?" She asks with her lips ghosting over your own, and your involuntary, needy whimper has the women ready to give you exactly what you want.

Wanda's hands move to knead your breasts, thumbs grazing over your nipples as plump lips connect to yours to catch the moan as it leaves your mouth.

"Oh, detka, all you ever had to do was ask... Staying away from you has been nothing short of torture, but we only wanted to give you time to adjust. Guess we overestimated how much time you'd needed though." Natasha whispers into your ear, the rasp in her voice thickened as the lust sets in, then a slender hand was moving to grip you by the back of your neck.

Wanda pulls back so her wife can have a chance with you, hands never once leaving your breasts. Natasha's kiss was much rougher, her tongue forced its way passed your lips, and began to explore your mouth with intent.

"No worries honey, we'll take such good care of you." Wands coos, absolutely enthralled by the way you're struggling to keep up with her longtime lover's movements, then with the snap of her fingers you're completely naked, and tied up to the bed posts in their cabin.

"Daddy, take care of our angel, make sure to get her ready for my cock..." Wanda instructs, leaving the likes of you at her wife's mercy, but not before kissing your lower lips.

"Fuck, dorogoy, I've been dreaming of tasting you for years, and I'm not disappointed..." Wanda groans as she moves out of the room with an obvious hurry to her step.

Natasha chuckles at the sight of you pulling at the restraints, making quick work of her own clothes. The sight of her naked body had you dripping, and had your panties not been disintegrated you're certain they'd be drenched.

"Magical enchantments are unbreakable angel, I wouldn't waste your energy..."

A frustrated sigh falls from yours lips before you begin to plead for some relief.

"Daddy please..."

"What is it you need angel?" She asks in mock concern, loving the desperation in your movements.

Slowly, she crawls onto the bed and settles down between your widespread legs, lips ghosting above your bare skin, enjoying the way you continued to squirm in anticipation.

"Please touch me..."

Her face breaks out into a wide smirk before she's finally placing gentle bites onto your thighs, causing you to moan while lessening your squirms in the hopes that it'll spur her on.

"So beautiful honey, absolutely dripping for mommy already, daddy didn't even have to do much, but for the sake of my happiness..."

The redhead gives in, cutting her sentence short, opting for devouring you instead while her wife is off pulling her end of the deal together. Natasha skillfully dips her tongue through your folds, purposefully only ever dipping it into your entrance, or just grazing your bundle of awaiting nerves; teasing was indeed her favorite pass time.

Wanda walked back in with her enchanted dick hanging low to see Natasha's ass up in the air. The wet sounds emanating from your cunt as Natasha ravishes you has her cock twitching. Wanda regains her bearings, getting used to the newfound feeling between her legs before she's pushing herself up against her back. Natasha groans against your cunt at the feeling of her wife's rather sizable hard-on.

"Oh, look at you two... Daddy's doing such a good job of getting our angel ready for me. I think she deserves a reward..."

"Please..." She whimpers against you, vibrations being sent through the entirety of your body, further tightening the coil in your abdomen that was already on the edge of bursting.

"Wanna test drive mommy's cock then?" Wanda asks, not really seeking an answer as she was already determined to fill Natasha's dripping cunt.

Natasha moans against you once Wanda suddenly bottoms out inside her, bringing you that much closer to your release while she is also chasing one of her own now. It's not long before all three of you are filling the room with your screams of pleasure. Back arching off the bed, only to be thrown back into it as the women both fall forward, their orgasms overwhelming them.

"Damn mommy, you didn't last that long..." Natasha teases as they roll off of you, but Wanda's glare is enough to cut her cackling short.

"Clean up your mess, so I can fuck a baby into our perfect little angel."

Natasha's lips eagerly wrapped around Wanda's tip, making quick work of cleaning her arousal off, bobbing her head with a clear purpose, eventually separating from her wife's bonus appendage with a trail of spit attached as she's falling back onto the mattress with a satisfied sigh, followed by a gentle smile after her wife pecks her lips.

Wanda marveled at the sight of your arousal, leaning down to lick a strip across your folds just to get a deeper taste of you on her tongue. Groaning as your taste overwhelms her she moves to line her throbbing cock up with your entrance, thrusting into you easily, ripping a deep moan from your throat at the suddenness of her movements.

Wanda's hands are firmly gripping your hips to steady herself as she pistons her cock into you. Pace fluctuating between slow, paced strokes that have her veiny cock dragging deliciously across your fluttering walls to a borderline animalistic one that has you desperately gasping for air.

Natasha crawls over to lazily kiss across your chest, leaving her marks even though she's absolutely spent from her previous orgasm. Truthfully she's desperate to be close to you, to feel you writhing beneath her while Wanda works to absolutely destroy you. Natasha pulls an obvious moan from you as her lips suddenly wrap around your nipple, smirking against your skin at the accomplishment.

Her eyes travel to catch a glimpse of your cunt that's desperately clinging to Wanda's magical growth, then her eyes drift, getting stuck on the obvious bulge of your abdomen showing just how deep Wanda's reaching within you.

"Fuck angel, you're practically devouring my cock..." Wanda groans, struggling lightly to maintain her thrusts with the way your walls are hugging onto her.

Natasha's fingers trail down from your chest to lay her palm flat upon your abdomen, slightly amused at the rise and fall of her hand as it lays where Wanda's thrusts are reaching. In a move to be helpful she twists your nipple between her fingers while pressing down firmly on your abdomen, causing your walls to squeeze Wanda so tightly that she finally loses it and paints your walls with her white, hot seed.

Wanda's lips find Natasha's when falling forward, sloppily moving against her while they hover above you as Wanda seeks something to ground her from her overwhelming orgasm. They only pull back at the sounds of your whimpers, Wanda finding your neediness rather adorable.

"Oh, is our angel desperate for our attention..." Wanda beams in question, a satisfied smirk upon her face as she teasingly rolls her hips.

"There's more to life than your needs.." Natasha mocks your state at the same time, but the obvious glint in her eyes tells you not to take it to heart.

Your body squirms to get away, rather sensitive from your previous orgasms, but Wanda's hold on your hips is too firm.

"For good measure, I think it's best that we go once more angel, want to ensure you're actually with child."

Wanda can feel the process already working, but she's desperate to unload in you at least once more. She pulls out, releasing the bonds that held you to the bed, then used her strong arms to flip you onto your stomach effortlessly.

"Just one more angel, okay?" She whispers into your ear as she leans against your back, her wet cock presses into you, and your vigorous nods, though inspiring, just aren't enough.

"Words..." She commands while placing a kiss between your shoulders.

"Yes mommy, please fill me up, wanna feel you inside me, want you to fuck a baby into me so badly. Please!!"

Wanda's dick throbs as your needy words fly out of your mouth, and within an instant she's filling your tight cunt once more, and her pace is relentless while you try to match her moves. Natasha's hand fills the small space between the mattress and your throat, squeezing roughly as her lips contradict her and gently press to your sweaty shoulder blades.

Natasha smiles up at Wanda, sharing a brief moment together as they speak without words. Excitement festering deeply within them at the prospect of finally having you beneath them, and at the eagerness you seem to share in having a family with them. Natasha kisses her wife deeply, using her spare hand to knead at her breasts. Wanda's hips falter at the dizzying combination, with her powers she works to urge you along, stimulating your clit, doing the same for Natasha, while also creating a simulation of fingers penetrating her entrance.

With one final squeeze of her hand Natasha perfectly cuts your air off, and throws you full force into your final state of exhausting bliss. Natasha follows quickly with the insane speed with which Wanda's magic works through her. Fluttering walls then sent Wanda into a harsh orgasm of her own, and with a few final strokes Wanda's falling against you absolutely spent.

Lips gently nipping at your jawline as Wanda works to catch her breath, she then carefully pulls out of you, taking notice of your mixed arousals flooding out in unison and the women stare down in bewilderment at the sight. Like a moth to a flame Natasha dips her fingers into the arousals, lifting it up to observe, then moving them over to your lips and watching in lust coded adoration as you obediently take her fingers in to clean them off.

"Fucking hell angel, you're just perfect..."

Your hum of thanks around her fingers doesn't go unnoticed, and as soon as her fingers leave your mouth her lips are taking their rightful place. Gently she moves against you, absorbing your whines as Wanda carefully cleans you up.

"You did so well for us honey, I'm sorry we took so long to tend to you, promise we'll never wait that long to touch you again." Wanda murmurs as she places a kiss to your forehead once her wife pulls away from you.

Wanda and Natasha share a short kiss before they're both collapsing into the bed beside you.

"Can I ask a question?" You croak out, throat clearly scratchy from your plentiful orgasms.

Wanda's quick to respond with a light chuckle while simultaneously lifting a cup of ice water up to your lips and urging you to drink.

"Angel, we aren't dictators, stop asking for permission.."

"Sorry..."

"Stop apologizing." Natasha whines.

"Okay, um... What is this exactly?"

"Well, when two people, three in this case, find each other attractive—."

Wanda reaches over you to slap Natasha's arm, then scoots her bare body closer to your own, using her finger to wrap around your chin and guide your face to face hers. Leaning down she places a soft, intimate kiss to your lips, then she sighs against your lips before pulling away.

"Angel, you're ours..."

"So, like a t—." Your deflated voice mistakenly interrupts her.

"Let me finish, don't interrupt mommy."

Your apologetic eyes and submissive nod has the witch smiling brightly down at you before continuing on.

"We only want to love you, we have hope that one day you'll grow to love us too. So as much as you are ours, we want you to know we're yours too when you want us to be."

"I do... I want you—this." You quickly respond, earning a set of hearty chuckles from the both of them.

"We're glad." Natasha finally speaks again, scooting incredibly close before placing a kiss to your lips, then another to your stomach.

Wanda follows her movements in reverse, lingering on your lips for an extra moment before whispering: "I can't wait to see your belly grow, because I can feel our little one already making themselves at home... Get some rest angel."

"Goodnight Mommy, Goodnight Daddy..." You sleepily mumbled, placing your hand over their connected set on your exposed abdomen, happily sighing as you had them near.

"It's literally 3PM." Natasha snickers to her wife, but Wanda shrugs before she nuzzles into you for a well earned nap, and Natasha decides there's no harm in following.

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Wanda had to reread her incantation after seeing the rate in which your belly was growing after only two weeks. After doing so she found that she overlooked the part where magical trimesters only spanned a month, which clearly meant they were in for quite the three months.

Natasha spent most of the first month holding you close, whether it had been to stop your body from thrashing around as the immense emotions were coursing through you, or after the intense bouts of vomiting you'd experience. Wanda had devoted herself to finding a home in the city, in a small town, with an even smaller neighborhood that made the need for glamour easier to manage.

During the second month it was Wanda who tended to you, keeping you on a sort of bedrest since your body wasn't meant to experience pregnancy like this. No matter your protests she vehemently denied your requests to move around on your own; mostly because she enjoyed the idea that her angel needed her.

Technically you were in your second trimester, so the nausea had all but subsided, which made room for your insane cravings. While Wanda waited on you hand and foot, Natasha would be upstairs setting up the nursery, claiming that this was a dream of hers, and even though it might've been true, it wasn't the only reason.

She'd been actively avoiding having to watch as Wanda reluctantly served you the peanut butter and pickles sandwich with cottage cheese and lays on the side. Natasha felt it was an abomination, and Wanda worried for your health. Weird cravings aside, Wanda did make sure your diet was mostly clean—you were carrying her offspring after all.

Come nightfall though the women were usually at their happiest; settling in beside you after countless hours spent pleasuring you, clearly taking full advantage of your enhanced libido. They'd rail you into near oblivion until you'd pass out from the intensity of your orgasms. Wanda's idea of bedrest was not clinically defined...

Wanda was a wreck the final month, weighing out the option of a home birth over the idea of mind controlling a whole hospital. Natasha was growing worried about you, as your mind had practically turned to mush, and you were indeed attempting to nest. Your swollen feet with the immense back pain had you near debilitated. Eventually you'd settled on just watching movies on the couch while barking out cleaning orders to the former assassin who shockingly did as you said.

Settling on the more rational side of things, Wanda glamoured the three of you, and Nat used her remaining connections to obtain fake IDs and a slurry of fabricated records. After many painful hours your son was finally earth-side, and you were cleared to go the next day; Natasha worked to erase the birth from the records while Wanda brought the car around to load the both of you inside.

Natasha sat in the back with the car seat, and Wanda drove you all home, picking up some takeout from your favorite place in a silent thanks for making all their dreams come true. Bursting into tears had been the last thing they expected of you, but when you walked in to find a banner hanging that read out:

"Welcome Home Mama & Pietro"

Along with a collection of gifts for you waiting on the coffee table that's exactly what you did, and Pietro was quick to follow suit as the both of your lovers then worked to soothe you both.

Natasha held you close until your residual exhaustion knocked you out, and Wanda effortlessly wandered around the living room with the now sleeping baby in her arms.

"We're in for quite the year..." Natasha sighs as her fingers trace over the entirety of your face.

Wanda giggles at her tone, taking her place beside Natasha on the couch she uses her powers to lift your legs up until they reside in her lap, and her head settles against Nat's shoulder.

"Oh what a year it will be..." Wanda muses, then presses play on the Dick Van Dyke show, ignoring her wife's not so subtle grumbling as the black and white show comes to life for what Natasha can only presume to be the hundredth time.

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"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday dear Pietro... Happy Birthday to you....”

Pietro claps along with everyone, slamming his hands into the green icing as soon as it was sat before him, never once wavering in his goal even when Natasha smashes his face into the cake as well.

"And many more..."

"Yelena, no..." Natasha chides her sister, and you chuckle at the side banter while watching in slight disgust as your son blows green spit bubbles.

"But isn't it the American tradition to sing the second silly song?" The blonde whines, looking to you for help but you were far too busy photographing the messy baby.

"Not in this house it isn't." Wanda adds.

"What is it you even see in them?" The blonde exaggeratedly asks as she turns to you.

Yelena obviously knew everything about how you weren't exactly a willing participant, but she was intrigued to find out you definitely weren't unwilling either. She honestly forgave her sister for her actions long ago, having never been one to hold one's actions against them, so of course she'd be at her nephews party.

"They love me, they take care of me, gave me my greatest joy in the world..."

"See, we're —."

"They're fucking hot as can be..."

"Detka, language!" Wanda chastised you, but the tone she used told you she found humor in the situation.

"Sorry honey." You apologize, placing a light kiss to her cheek while moving over to collect the messy baby, ignoring the siblings that continued to bicker.

"I can't wait for you to have a little sibling, I just hope you fight less than Mom and Auntie over there." You quietly whisper to the babbling toddler that you're swaying around.

He lays his sticky little hands to your chest, pulling at your blouse until you sit on the couch and allow him to nurse. Wanda smiled lovingly while she observed the hushed interaction, then she found herself rushing over to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"Oh malysh, it's gonna be okay.."

"He's just growing up so fast... Soon enough he won't even need me anymore..."

"Detka, a son will always need his mama, no matter how old he gets, I promise you that much."

"Plus, Pietro adores you, he doesn't even crack a smile in the morning until he sees you." Natasha says as she suddenly takes the space besides you on the couch.

"I think you meant my boobs."

"Honey no..." Wanda tries, but her giggles shortly interrupt her.

"...he loves you so much. His morning cuddles are only reserved for you, and you know that has nothing to do with your boobs because he's been using sippy cups more often as he weens. If anything him nursing right now shows you just how much he needs his mama."

Pietro unlatches, little drops of milk dribbled down his chin, and as you wiped them away you leaned down to kiss his forehead like you've done after every other feeding.

"No more tears Y/N/N, we are meant to be partying, and I never got my cake.." Yelena whines, successfully pulling a laugh from you.

"Come to mom honey, it's time for a bath." Natasha coos, scooping his filthy body up, and carrying him flatly across her arms while making noises to resemble a plane.

As his giggling faded down the hall you turned to your lover with tired eyes, then you pulled a cupcake out of the fridge so that Yelena would be content enough while you cuddled with the witch.

"We got a good little man..."

You hummed in response while nuzzling into her, and considering your son's perfect self. Pietro was full of love to give, and it was true that you got morning cuddles, he definitely had a very specific schedule he'd built for himself. Bath time was almost exclusively reserved for Nat, and though anyone could get him down the majority of his naps were orchestrated by Wanda and her lullabies, but his final sleep required all three of you for it to succeed.

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Wanting your little man to have a somewhat normal upbringing you'd convinced the women to take him to the park up the street. Pietro was playing with his cars that Yelena got him for his third birthday a few months prior, while you were dancing around the kitchen preparing a feast of a picnic.

"Angel, we're ready to go..." Wanda sings while flying down the stairs and Pietro claps at the sight.

"So tool mommy." He giggles, then runs into her waiting arms and you meet them at the stairs with your picnic basket.

"Yeah, very cool mommy..." You whispered, placing a delicate kiss beneath her ear before running to the car with your unsuspecting lover who was honking.

Once you'd arrived you could just sense the nerves exuding off of Wanda, so when she set up her reading nook on the blanket you knew it was necessary to calm her as she kept the glamour on for all of you—including Piet.

"Be careful!" You shriek from beside a tree, Natasha was swinging a bit too high for your liking with your son in her lap.

"Which one's yours?"

The sudden sound of another person has you nearly jumping out of your skin, but you somehow remember how to be social and turn to her with a friendly enough smile.

"The ones on the swing furthest to the right." You manage to get out, but take a subtle step to the right once you recognize her as the first woman to ever break your heart.

"The one on the red slide is mine, her name is Y/N."

"Oh, what a pretty name. That's my wife Natalie, and our son Peter."

The small talk is killing you, but not wanting to seem sketchy you allow it.

"Yeah, I named her after my high school sweetheart, turns out she died so I felt it best to commemorate her in some way."

High school sweetheart? The only thing sweet about the relationship was the free shakes you'd enjoyed at her father's ice cream shop.

"I'm Becky by the way, you are?"

"Fanny." You blurt out, overlooking the way her face quirks in judgement as you work to remove her hand from your shoulder.

Natasha had watched the way this woman decidedly placed her hand on your shoulder, and her entire body was taken over by an unforgiving rage. Had Pietro not been in her lap, she's pretty certain she would've disemboweled the woman in front of the entirety of the park.

"Honey, I think it's time we go home." Wanda says as she suddenly appears at your side, gently guiding you to her other side so that she'd be closer to Becky.

"Oh, who's this."

"I'm her wife Wendy."

"Oh, I thought—."

"Not that it's any of your business, but the three of us are together, and this tired boy here is our son. Goodbye now." Natasha spits out at the women, a dangerous smile on her face, and though you'd done nothing wrong you knew by the darkened orbs to expect a punishment.

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The moment that Pietro's door shut behind you you were thrown haphazardly onto the bed, Wanda's magic quite literally ripping your clothes to shreds before she left to collect some necessary thing's.

"Natty, I."

The burning on your cheek had thrown you for a loop, never ever having experienced this in all your years with them, but judging by the sudden wetness pooling in between your legs you were clearly into it.

"That's not my name, or did you forget all of your training?"

"Daddy..."

"I don't want to hear it, want to act like a filthy whore, then you can be treated as such."

Wanda returned to the room with her written down incantation, and the elixir that Natasha was quick to down in one gulp. The discussion of another baby had been happening more frequently, this wasn't how you'd expected it to all go down, but God were you ready.

"Listen up slut, I'm going to use you for as long as this spell lasts, gonna fuck a countless number of my babies into you, and you're gonna take it all while pleasing your mommy. Are we clear?"

"Yes Daddy."

"Nice manners, maybe you can be our good girl again..."

"I'm your good girl, I promise..."

"Speaking out of turn? We'll fix that..."

Wanda shoves you down onto your back, straddling your face, and you were happy to be blessed with the sight of her dripping cunt.

"You can cum all you want, but as I said, this pussy is all mine until I'm through..."

Natasha lines her shaft up with your entrance, eyes wide at the sight of your wetness that's currently dripping onto the mattress.

"Fucking hell slut, you're soaked, gonna take my cock so well..."

Without waiting on your response, since it would be muffled by Wanda's pussy anyways, Natasha juts her hips forward and the movement causes a domino effect of loud moans to fall from all present parties lips. While Natasha set a slow pace initially your tongue was relentlessly lashing at Wanda's folds, grazing over her bundle every few seconds, subsequently bringing the woman to the edge of bliss, but leaving her teetering.

Natasha's pace picks up, and your mind was nearing thoughtless as the pleasure began to overwhelm you, which in turn had left you hardly competent in your attempts to bring Wanda over the edge.

"Flatten your tongue!" Wanda harshly commands, and you do as your told within an instant.

"Sorry mommy." You mumble, vibrations doing exactly what she'd needed and her orgasm comes flooding out of her, spreading across the entirety of your face as she continues to grind down on you in search of drawing her high out for as long as she can.

Wanda collapsed beside you both on the bed, panting heavily while she was coming down. Watching in a blissed out daze while Natasha was aggressively railing you into the mattress.

Natasha leaned forward, lips latching around your right nipple, while Wanda's red tendrils wrapped around your clit and the combined efforts had your back arching, hands clinging to the bedspread and a slurry of moans came flying out of you. Natasha was in fucking heaven feeling the way that your warm, velvety walls clenched around her temporary cock every time you were brought to an orgasm. Thoughts of future encounters has her absolutely feral—maybe ten kids couldn't hurt.

"I'm close." Natasha groaned around your nipple before kissing across your breasts until she could latch onto your left.

"Daddy, please, cum inside me, I need you to fill me up..." You whimpered, legs instantly wrapping around her to draw her in even further.

"Yeah? Wanna be daddy's personal cum dump?" She grunts out, clearly struggling to hold on, so your accompanying moan, and subsequent clenching around her had her screaming against your breast as her cum came out of her in long spurts, coating the entirety of your walls in the sticky white substance.

Your sounds of pleasure now echoed around the room, mixed with the grunts that were falling from Natasha, and the smell of your mixed sexes had the witch nearing feral herself. Desperately she slammed her lips to yours, while blindly pulling your hand out to the side. She had positioned your fingers perfectly so that she could fuck herself on them while continuing to swallow your filthy moans.

Natasha pulled out slowly, watching in awe as your combined cum oozed out onto the mattress. Then within a blink she rammed back into you while she lifted your hips up off of the bed, holding you up by your bent legs she'd continuously rutted into you and the new angle had you seeing stars.

The sloshing sounds, and your mindless babbles were driving her crazy, eyes transfixed on the way that your pussy just swallowed the entirety of her cock. Then her eyes trailed up and over to see Wanda's perky tits aggressively bouncing as she rode your fingers, and the woman was almost certain she'd transcended to heaven; Natasha's release came flooding out. Once Wanda had let out a high pitched scream, falling to the bed in total exhaustion she took it as her moment to flip your positions.

"Ride me!" She commands, getting comfortable against the pillows and watching the way your eyes widened at the sight of her erect cock.

"Fuck daddy, you're huge.." You whimpered, having yet to see the actual size, and Natasha's lips briefly quirked at the slight fear in your gaze.

"I know, and your slutty pussy will continue to take me, so get a move on!"

The dangerous glint in her eyes came with a new wave of arousal, not that your already dripping pussy needed it, but regardless you welcomed it as you hesitantly straddled her. Natasha wasn't a fan of your careful pace, still somewhat angry about today's events she gripped your hips and slammed you down until you were completely flush against her. Roughly she bit into your neck in a silent warning, then she pushed your body back upright.

"Make daddy cum!"

Riding her left your other partner feeling needy as she heard your filthy moans, then observed your movements. Wanda floated a vibrator across the room, nestling it deep within herself as she lays there besides her wife, entirely entranced by the way you rapidly bounce to chase your high. Natasha's hand was firmly placed on your hip to offer you assistance with leverage, while the other played with your clit.

Natasha was close, her constantly twitching dick was a clear indicator of such, so you decided to slow your pace, strategically clenching around her as you did to drive her mad. In pure retaliation Natasha harshly ground her thumb into your bundle, and the both of you were quick to lose control, thick arousal painted your walls, as yours slowly leaked out, having mixed with her own to coat her cock.

"Shit... Lay down, and don't fucking move..."

While Natasha walked off to collect whatever she needed Wanda was quick to pull you in for a rough make out while her orgasm steadily built with the vibrator working her over.

"I thought I said don't move." She taunts you, knowing all along that Wanda was to blame.

Wanda smirked as she was coming down from her recent high, then rolled to her side to observe the pointless power play at hand.

"But mommy.."

"Watch the way you speak slut!" Natasha barked out, cutting off your pointless rebuttal, then you listened in slight confusion as she apparently opened a container of lube.

Your body was quick to shudder as she used her fingers to spread the water like jelly onto your puffy, overly sensitive lips.

"Ah-ah, I told you I'm using you until I'm through.."

"Daddy, it's tingling.." You whimper, completely unused to such a feeling, and the women laughs darkly from above while using your legs to pull your pussy to the edge of the bed.

"I know, it's supposed to." She darkly muses, face hovering above yours as you hear her rubbing more lube over her huge cock before slowly entering your buzzing entrance.

Lips were slammed into yours as soon as the overwhelming sensations caused by the special lubes mixing took over. There was nothing gentle about the encounter, the kiss was full on teeth clashing, and rough swipes of her tongue; your legs were left dangling over the side of the bed, nonstop slamming back into the wood as Natasha's hips moved at an unholy speed, and so it was of no shock that it took hardly no time for her to reach her peak.

Natasha knew the spell was close to wearing off, but she'd be damned if she was going to miss the opportunity to fuck your mouth.

"On the floor, and on your knees."

You'd barely had a chance to hear her before she was manhandling you, and forcing you down onto your knees with a loud thud. Wanda winced at the sound emitted, but she knew that come time Natasha would make up for her roughness.

Natasha stared down into your cloudy eyes, appreciating your messy appearance, running her thumb over your swollen lip before she was slapping your cheek with her arousal coated cock.

"Open up slut..." She practically growled, and even in your dizzy state you were somehow able to follow her command.

"Finally, I was worried that you forgot how to listen." She taunts you, then she's grabbing a fistful of your hair and begins to fuck your mouth without relent.

"Fuck... Finally putting this mouth of yours to good use, no more interruptions, or back talk." Wanda taunts from the bed, thumb reaching out to wipe away at your tear covered cheek.

All that can be heard is the Russian's grunting and your gags as she's pushing past your reflex, neither taking notice of the way that your eyes struggle to stay open, or that if the woman was to release her hold on your hair that you'd likely collapse.

For good measure she pulled out of your mouth just before releasing. Aggressively she yanked you up off the floor, tossing your nearly limp body onto the bed before slamming into your overly fucked pussy and letting go. Though your body naturally reacted—body arching, and walls clenching it was obvious to the women you were no longer conscious.

"Fuck, Nat, she's out..."

"I warned her..." The Russian mumbles, falling atop you, leaving her fleeting cock inside your warm walls; she placed a few remorseful kisses to your shoulder, then nuzzled into your warm body and reached out to hold her wife's hand.

After about half an hour you began to stir awake, immediately bursting into tears after having felt just how sore you were; knowing it was brought on by the obvious hate fuck that just took place. Natasha felt you shaking with quiet sobs beneath her, so she pulled back to lock her worried eyes with your saddened ones.

"I'm sorry daddy, I didn't mean to—."

"Hey, angel, it's okay... I know you didn't really do anything out there, but I either had to kill the filthy whore, or fuck you into oblivion."

"Still considering killing her." Wanda tiredly mumbles while placing a layer of lazy kisses over your love-bitten shoulder.

"So you guys aren't mad at me?"

"Of course not, you're still our good girl." Wanda sleepily mumbles, and you close your eyes tightly to allow the last of the tears to fall while sighing before you're then smiling.

Natasha smiles down at your relaxed face, placing a lingering kiss to your bruised lips to stifle the expected groan as she inserts a plug into your sensitive core now that her cock was no more.

"I know angel, but I have to ensure one of my babies sticks the landing."

"Trust me Daddy, they stuck." You laugh out, then wrap your arm around her shoulders once she falls against you laughing.

"You liked it rough didn't you honey? You were fucking wet after a simple slap, it was beyond fucking hot." She mumbles against your bare shoulder, smirking against your skin as you shyly nod beside her.

"Noted." She chuckles out, arms squeezing around you as she got comfortable.

"Get some rest detka, once we all recharge Wanda will make dinner, and I'll take care of any of your other needs." She gets out, yawning into the crook of your neck.

The light snores besides you remind you of your own exhaustion, and the second set against your skin is enough to lull you into a deep sleep of your own.

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The second pregnancy was a lot smoother; though the mood swings were still harsh, and the cravings still entirely too much for the assassin to bare, you were at least fortunate enough to no longer experience heavy nausea. This fact was what made you absolutely certain that you were carrying a girl, and therefore you forced the women to take you for a ultrasound. The doctor was perplexed, but said nothing as she confirmed without a shadow of a doubt that you were carrying a little girl.

Three months flew by with relative ease, and not too long after the midwife arrived did you give birth to a healthy baby girl in a tub in your living room. Natasha had been sat behind you, allowing you complete access to her hands for squeezing. Wanda was stood to the side while holding a nervous Pietro, who was reaching for you because he was worried by your pained groans.

"Mama's okay Piet, I promise." You somehow get out through clenched teeth.

"What's happening?"

"She's about to give birth to your little sister." Wanda coos into the four year olds ear, sighing happily once he nuzzles into the crook of her neck.

Another minute later, and you were slumped against the redhead, eyes struggling immensely to remain open, but you're able to catch a glimpse of your daughter before she's being taken to get cleaned up. Natasha turns your tired face by your chin, then meets your lips with her own for an emotion filled kiss.

"Thank you for making me a mom Y/N."

The deeper meaning behind her words isn't lost on you, since you were made well aware of her red room days, so you lent as far back as you could to be able to smile up at her.

"Thank you for giving me a family." You repeat the sentiment but with your twist, pecking at her lips once more before exhaustion overruns you and you are once again leaning against her.

With a wave of Wanda's hand the living room set up is gone, the midwife is at home missing the memory of today, and you're fast asleep on the couch with Pietro napping on top of you. Natasha is sat in the recliner, finger nestled into the babies tiny hand, with a steady stream of tears falling down her cheeks that no one acknowledges. The witch smiles at the entirely too domestic scene, taking a photo before she settles into the kitchen to make dinner.

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"We should really consider moving." Wanda suggests, while you spit a glob of toothpaste out of your mouth and into the sink.

"Yeah, and Y/N can have her own bathroom." Natasha quips, and you roll your eyes before ensuring the glob is washed away.

"Seriously, Y/N's right."

"As to be expected." You tease, then fall against the bed dramatically.

"Always interrupting, and forgetting her place..."

"Sorry mommy.."

"Mhm... Now, as I was saying. We brought two beautiful kids into the world, and it's only fair we take them to a place where we are able to live freely without our pasts weighing us down. America's full of far too much baggage for all of us, so why not settle down elsewhere?"

"I'm in."

"The Netherlands is a thought, beautiful land, gentle people, and they're as progressive as it gets." Natasha comments, which is deciphered as her express agreement.

"Then it's settled. We're moving."

"...and bringing Yelena with us."

"Without the Y..." Natasha attempts to shut you down.

"No, Elena and Pietro deserve their auntie."

"She can visit..."

"Only if she doesn't want to move with us." You offer, and the assassin cuts her losses, just hopeful her sister will turn it down, but deep down she knows her sister would never turn you down—it's honestly annoying.

"Goodnight angel."

"Goodnight loves."

As soon as your head hits the pillow a loud cry comes through the monitor, and you nearly cry yourself as you move to get back up.

"We got her.." Wanda immediately cuts your grumbling off with a promise and a kiss.

"If she needs to eat then we'll bring her in."

You fall asleep as soon as they're out of sight, and fortunately all Elena needed was another kiss and a lullaby to be soothed back into dreamland.

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ellieromanov · 5 months

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#natasha romanoff #natasha x y/n #angst #black widow #marvel #mcu x reader #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanov #natasha x you #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #dark natasha romanoff #power dynamics #fanfic #actor #pianist #professor nat's class #CEO Nat

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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conversations with your demons masterlist.

pairings | step-mom!natasha x fem!reader

summary | i was never the same when my mother died. but, i was lighten up again by someone else who i shouldn’t be feeling in the first place. we were both fucked up in the head, somehow.

warnings | DARK & SENSITIVE THEMES! step-mom & daughter relationship (in the right age, NOTHING HAPPENS WHEN THE READER WAS A MINOR. NOT A GLIMPSE OF INTEREST.), smut, angst, fluff, and character death (which you guessed.)

note | i am very excited to write this series! this is similar to ‘the other woman’ series but the topic is very different. natasha will be a little manipulative, so it’s kind of a dark series. meaning dark, there will be a lot of gaslighting and possessiveness. we’ll have to see how this ends. and both characters (reader included) are mentally ill, especially in reader’s perspective. i hope you enjoy!

comment if you want to be on the taglist!

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chapter one – embrace from a “mother”

chapter two – talking to your demons.

chapter three – france.

chapter four – a mother’s undying desire.

chapter five – uncertainty.

more to come, wait up!

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff fanfic #dark!natasha romanoff x reader #natasha angst #soft!natasha romanoff #cwyd series #black widow x you #black widow x fem!reader

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ramp-it-up · 2 years

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Playlist: Bucky Runs

Bucky runs CapTech. Bucky runs into you. What else can Bucky run?

Playlist: Chill, Buck

Bucky, who runs CapTech, ran into you. Now he can’t stop thinking about you even though you rejected him. Can you stop him from running through your mind?

Playlist: Fucking Bucky

Bucky’s seduction powers are on 100. Can you continue to resist him, or will you give in?

Playlist: Bucky Charms

Last night was… intense. But can Bucky reel you in for more than just sex? Or is he the one that’s going to get caught up?

Thank you @blackwidownat2814 @ysmmsy for the major heavy lifting on the playlists. Love you guys! 😘

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swaqcenix · 5 months

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The Devil was an Angel First | N. Romanoff

Natasha Romanoff x fem!stripper reader

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Summary: It was a risk and a job worth taking, simply use your ability to seduce to earn enough money to get you your university degree. Yet you didn't anticipate the owner of the strip-club to take a significant interest in you, but what can she do? As soon as Natasha saw you, you were hers.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x!fem stripper reader, employee x boss, forbidden romance

Warnings: 18+, slight dark!natasha romanoff, manipulation, strip-teasing, lap-dancing, pole-dancing, fingering, semi-public sex, oral (n to r), mommy kink, strap-on, choking,degrading, over-stimulation, handcuffs and toys, reader is easily manipulated!

Word Count: 9K

AN: This is heavily inspired by the song Pray by Xana, you could listen to it while reading this to get an extra bit of the atmosphere ;)) Also I wil be taking small requests or drabbles for this specific fic/pairing as I'm secretly addicted to this concept.. (not so secretly.)

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Slipping amongst the crowds, your eyes dart around the room as the sounds of the club itself echo through your body. The lighting was illuminating each corner of the room, but stopping in certain bleak shadow's contrasting well with those who put on a performance.

The smell of slick sweat and hot bodies mingling through the room made your nose twitch through instinct and it was around this time your mind was wondering whether this was the right call.

University had been always your major goal in life, pass through High-school get your qualifications and your grades, just don't fuck up. For most of your life you'd remained hidden in the shadows, contempt to live life remaining hidden away while the flashlight of beams hit the sky's ground touching everything but yourself.

Yet apparently life deemed it not apparent that this was the case for you. Instead when your family collided into debuts and the household becoming a simply standing memory of what once was and never could be's you knew the longing for snatching your degree's up in higher education was slipping like fog and air through your fingers.

Would that be a common knowledge concept and reality to turn towards darker paths? Well, darker in regards to your family's eye-line anyway. You simply saw it as an opportunity for people who enjoyed doing things their own way, their own style and didn't wish to follow into the lights of the sky like others we're unique.

Your family wouldn't be appreciating your actions but it didn't matter. It realistically couldn't no matter how much they perhaps frowned at the idea. You could perhaps go into depth of how it wasn't selling your body but allowing it to be seen, allowing others to get a taste of the salt and the the aroma of flavours their hearts desire, but never fully satisfied.

Pole-Dancing wasn't something you'd be opposed to doing by any means. Watching the way they drift through the air, holding onto the bar with such pristine confidence and high agility hit your stomach in all the right ways. Nimble and soft fingers holding onto the pole with such grace their body's dancing into the fire of the night, other's moving with grace and affirmation.

The men and women watching their every action their every step with such a wide eye their lustful thoughts screaming with such a power your own ears rang. Black stiletto's clinging to the poles with a strength that made you doubt your own abilities despite having the darkest of secrets lingering on thoughts.

Quiet girls always tend to have the deepest of desires, the fieriest of personality. The set determination on being quiet, being forgotten and not wanting to be seen always portrays just how difficult life could dance around in a sea of wonder and mystery.

The air smelt so much of blood sweat and tears, the smoke driving the fuel into everyone's body, an ignition lighting up. You turned towards the bar deciding to opt on a drink, probably a hardcore whiskey if you wanted to get through this alive and sane, the burning feeling would ground you heavily to reality.

Turning on your heels, your contrasting deep-blood heels clacked heavily on the floor, treading with a walk that helped you do the one thing you'd avoided doing. Being seen.

Eyes watched, heads tilted and words of whisper drifted across the room as you brought the attention away from the other worker's sensing some hard glares and other longing looks. It was no secret you had the looks, it was just never in your cards, not your line of sight, but the devil didn't always play with fire until pushed within the flames.

"Whiskey neat please," your voice was firm and held no conversation for an argument.

The barman glanced at you and you simply watched as his eyes glanced at you, looking you up and down. You could practically feel the budge in his pants grow from here and the self-refraining you were doing from rolling your eyes was repulsing.

You weren't about to start off your first time in this place by pissing off the men you could encounter more often in telling them you not into indulging in their acts. Explaining to men who couldn't understand the word no when it comes to simply not being interested in them was not a path you cared to go down for the time being, instead settling on biting your tongue.

Sure, it didn't mean you couldn't make some impressions around here though. You'd already made a rather splendid entrance by sauntering around capturing lingering eyes of the men and women which allowed your red tinted lips to tilt upwards.

The barman worked nimbly, his hands being heavy but not without meaning as he flipped bottles around like he was performing an act. Normally this would entice most women to jump for joy and use some ogle eyes towards him. However, you were in fact not most women, you simply walked through the world of shadows until you decided to finally allow the light to kiss your skin in all the right areas.

He slowly slid the drink down to you as you tossed him the dollar bills owed and sauntered off in means to find the owner of this establishment. The music moved above you like puppet's on a string as you did your best to try and move through the blinding strobe lights and bodies mingling into one.

Guessing that the owner would find you before you found them, your body decided to make it's way over to a table waiting for them to arrive with introductions, you crossed your legs simply playing with the bottom of the whiskey glass, swirling it around for play as you chucked it down your throat.

The feeling of the burn hit you instantly and you squinted for a moment before a heavy sigh escaped the opening of your lips leaning back in the chair once again becoming one with the shadows. Besides the demons in everyone else's heads seemed to be having their own rituals one of which you weren't enticed on indulging in such acts.

The approaching sound of heels made your body almost churn with anxiety for reasons currently unknown to you.

The approaching sound of heels made your body almost churn with anxiety for reasons currently unknown to you. Doing well to not attract attention you glanced through your glass trying to picture who was approaching and a flash of red curls took through the reflection.

Your lips tilted upwards in a mischievous smirk as you leaned back in your seat, a feeling of excitement coursing through your veins. Your mind wandered as you presumed the mystery woman was approaching ready to allure you into sinful acts of seduction and dance through desire into the night.

Instead, what was not predicted was the black stiletto heels coming to a stand still right behind your table, a hot and heavy breath lingering in your ear. Your body tensed and you felt the smirk dripping from the woman behind you as you tilted your head turning around to be met with someone who should be the devil in disguise, one to lure you entirely out of the shadows and touch the fires to ignite you entirely.

"You must be Y/N. Y/LN. I am Natasha Romanoff, Miss Romanoff to you. Owner of Desiring ignition. I will interview you in the back rooms if you don't mind?" her voice asking a question but orders slipping from the sinful tongue.

Your body moved before your lips did and you found yourself following after the redhead like an obedient dog, for a minute forgetting yourself entirely and not thinking, just acting like a string was tugging you along.

Her red hair was distinctive even against the darkened tone of the room, the lights dimming in and out didn't affect it as it shone like fire and ash, the devil reincarnated you knew. Her hips swayed with an intent to drive a man wild but in a way she didn't wish for any of them, simply alluding to her own intoxicating beauty, poison and toxic.

The eyes followed you both and you scampered after her down a neon-purple hallway, the colour's almost blinding you within a trance. Finding your bearings you knew you'd need to pull yourself together if you wanted this job so decided to play in the same game, the same chess board. Play with the devil.

Her hands clasped tightly around the handle as Miss Romanoff lead you into what you presumed to be her office before shutting the door behind her. The noise seemed to almost be drowned out now, as though she'd installed noise cancellation into her office.

Your eyes scanned the room trying to analyse and get anything you could on this woman. You'd always liked to get to know someone through their surroundings and what that said person associates themselves with, especially if it works in your favour.

The office itself was dimly lit but well cleaned and decorated minimally. To your left there was a desk, mahogany coloured with 2 chairs on ether side, the desk holding files that your eyes couldn't capture from the distance you stood. A solemn picture held itself strongly on the desk of what you could make out to be a younger blonde woman, perhaps the same age as you or a couple years older.

The redhead nodded her head towards the chair on the other side of her desk, before sitting down on a black leather one herself. Even sat down in the dimly lit office you could tell she was a woman of business, not one to be meddled with nor to cross without paying the price which for yourself was bad given your track record of loving to stir the pot.

Her eyes lingered over your own for a while examining you, looking you up and down in a way your body almost jolted at the sheer intensity of her gaze. Not wanting to keep the older woman wanting any longer, your feet moved on the own accord sitting down on the chair opposite of her. Her posture was still up straight, impossibly held and elegant opposite of your own.

"So," she began by looking through your files as though you'd be arrested under a warrant issued for the most wanted criminal.

"You've got good grades from schools, a track record of not seeming to show herself within public eye and even held debates and meetings within clubs. Your jobs previously consist of coffee shops and waiting so what exactly is it you have to offer here," she stated her voice was laced with disdain and annoyance.

"Well that's correct yes, but I have goals in life and things I need to achieve. I can't get there without doing this first, trust me it's a last resort," you replied cringing inwardly at your response.

It was a stupid mistake you'd created by saying this job was a last resort. That would be the last thing this goddess of a pain was waiting to hear, especially when wanting to employ you. You'd fucked up royally but like she stated, you had a tendency for debate clubs and there was nothing better you were good at than worming you way into or out of situations.

Her eyebrows shot upwards at your response and you watched with fear as the redhead perused her lips together eyeing you once again with a look of utter irritation.

"So you see us as a last resort?" She asked stiffly.

"No, nothing like that-" you tried to reason but her hand waved in the air dismissing your comment before you'd began.

"Y/L/N. Do you know how many people come here asking for jobs hm?" Her head titled to the side lips twitching while watching you squirm.

"No..."

"Over 200. How many do you reckon we employ exactly?"

The venom and toxic poison in her voice almost sent you spiralling you couldn't help but feel entirely hooked on it. Yet the feeling in your mind told you to run, leave before you headed down the road of embarrassment and utter danger.

"I'm not sure, Miss Romanoff," you voice was surprisingly even for someone being scolded in a private office room.

"The answer is 4% out of those 200 get employed. Yet, a silly girl like you walks along struts in like she owns the fucking place and says it's a last resort," she taps her finger on the side of her face mockingly.

"No.. I can dance and I'm incredibly talented on a pole," you tried to reason but she once again shushed you in a dismissive tone.

"You're dismissed off you go," she shooed you off and your legs stood by themselves your mind no longer in control of your body.

As your body walked towards the door head daring not to look back your hands went towards the door handle, before lingering on the metal for a moment. Your mind danced away thinking of thoughts and how you couldn't give up so easily. You came in this bar, this strip-club looking for a job and you'd be damned to go without one. Sure the woman behind you was a stole cold bitch, but she came with fire. You had the gasoline to set this place alight.

Turning on your heels, you faced the older woman who went from looking down at her files with disinterest to whipping her head up. Miss Romanoff tilted her head to the side as you approached with a surge of confidence that you didn't know you had running through your veins setting your blood alight. Your body leaning over her desk you smirked as she watched and you could sense her tense beneath you.

"Let me show you what I can do," your voice was whispered with sultry and laced with such confidence that was missing moments ago.

The redhead thought for a moment, her lips twitching ever so slightly at the sides before tilting up. She removed herself from her chair carrying her composure elegantly as ever before entering your personal space.

"Be my guest, show me what you can do," she smirked.

Before you could even blink, Miss Romanoff snatched your hand and lead you out of her office towards one of the unoccupied rooms. The sparks you felt when her hand clasped your hand and rising towards your wrist jolted your stomach giving you somersault's.

She on the other hand, snatched her hand away as quickly as she took it and you weren't sure why that caused such a sting within you. The older woman wasn't required to touch you in any way, but her response was as though she'd been burnt in opposition to your own body's reaction wanting to feel her touch ignite you more.

Suddenly the vast realisation of reality crashed down on you and your stomach churned in thought. Your mindset couldn't be thinking this type of way in any shape or form towards someone who could perhaps be your boss. This wasn't about to become some cliche film style where you fuck your boss, you couldn't give her that style of power.

Yet, as you let your mind indulge further in thoughts, she wasn't your boss. Not yet and not now, besides if you wanted this job a thirst to prove yourself to the flames of hell as she was, you were going to have to join the game.

Heading further down the hall, Natasha stopped at the door to her left and you titled your head in anticipation. The feeling of not knowing what you could possibly find was always thrilling yet had an edge of dread that filled your lungs and ran through your veins.

Observing her silently, you watched the redhead slip out a singular key from her pocket before slipping it with ease into the lock and turning it. Her hand which you tried definitely too hard to not focus on wrapped around the handle turning it before standing to the side awaiting you to head inside.

Silently entering the room, you found yourself coming to a sudden halt at the sight that stood before you. A singular pole stood in the middle of the room, tall and with a bolden look about it almost calling to you begging you to dance upon it. Towards the corner of the room lay what you predicted to be a lot of BDSM toys ranging from handcuffs and blindfolds to nipple clamps and leg spreaders.

Your cheeks flushed heavily at the sight as heat ran through your body and you found yourself turning away from the toys, eyes instead landing on a chaise lounge. The furniture was a deep red, crimson in fact darkened like the blood flushing heavily through your veins, perhaps darker than Ms Romanoff's hair. Turning your head in her direction you realised she'd been watching your reaction as you absorbed and gawked at the room, causing you to flush even further.

The older woman simply smirked at you before making her way over to the chaise lounge, looking you up and down in what you originally thought was a judgmental look now seemed otherwise, before sitting with determination down onto the chair.

For a moment it was silence as she only stared at you examining you for a mere moments that felt like hours before rolling her eyes and scoffing. Her hand raised upwards as her index finger- that looked incredible you might add- came out and directed at the pole giving you a pointed look. Realisation hit your face and you realised what the redhead was asking of you, which caused all sorts of emotions to run through your head.

She was asking you to to give a full example of how you'd dance within her club, within her line of work and show yourself. Normally this wouldn't be a bother as you'd come to a damn strip-club for god sake, but it was the idea of dancing alone with her that sent your nerves spiralling and your body shaking beneath you.

Still, there was no point in arguments, you'd been the one to suggest showing her, but in hopes of a more lively atmosphere. Instead Miss. Romanoff had lead you to a secluded room one of which held what you predicted secrets hiding within the 4 walls for you to dance in.

Sucking in a tight breath you closed your eyes tightly shut counting to 3 before opening them once more. Getting your bearings around you, you strutted to the pole making sure to remove the jacket that clung tightly to your skin hugging you in all the right places. The jacket was placed to the side of Natasha and you tried not to smirk too much at the feeling of her eyes travelling over your form.

Her body stood up, walking over to a speaker in the corner causing you body to tense up slightly. If it was too loud it was sure to cause an uproar of attention that in this current moment you didn't want. Your mind was too focused on earning the approval and the full attention of the redhead selfishly to yourself despite wishing that you didn't indulge in such sinful acts.

You removed your pants, leaving yourself in only your polo shirt and underwear, trying your best not to make any sort of contact with her. You could have done pole-dancing in your pants but it wasn't a risk worth taking if you didn't want any slip ups and needed the grip. Instead you walked over to the pole closing your eyes tightly before opening them and glancing over at Miss Romanoff.

Her head was tilted to the side and you were almost convinced her eyes that you noticed earlier were the shade of emerald green like the piercing ground of earth were almost charcoal now, luring you into the mist of hazing sinful creatures and touching the igniting flame. Instead of contemplating thoughts any longer you let out a mere nod towards the older woman and she smirked turning on a song that widened your eyes as, girls girls girls by FLETCHER began to echo through the room.

Trying to once again ignore the intriguing implications behind the song you stepped forward flexing your hand back and forth continuously before gripping onto the pole tightly with your left hand. Your fingers curled instinctively around the metal bar and you cleared your mind. One of the first things you'd learnt about dancing and when understanding how to use the effective ways of pole-dancing was don't think just act.

You let your mind carry through the music eliciting the illusions of thoughts and song's as your body carried you through. You started off smoothly, swinging your way seductively around the pole keeping your outside leg straight before pivoting your inside foot at the same time.

Your mind carried through song as the beat's began to pick up, your outside foot worked through muscle memory hooking around the pole before your other joined gripping tightly.

As soon as you felt your body securely fitted on the pole your hips moved in ways of wonder as though art itself couldn't touch through paintings of masterpieces. Your back arched and your hip swayed in beat swinging yourself around the pole before your body flipped itself in ways of wonder, dancing and spinning with everything it had.

The song slowly began to draw to a close and it was then your eyes chose to linger from being shut as you made your distinctive signature move, swinging yourself around with a grace you didn't know was within you. Your body swung from the top to the bottom of the pole in the most seductive way possible as your fingers crossed over, before your eyes drifted to the red head.

It took everything within you not to let out a shit-eating grin when you noticed the gawking from Miss Romanoff who looked like she was ready to eat you up whole. Given any other circumstances you would have flushed or felt self-conscious, but instead you embraced the feeling of confidence as you gently slithered off the pole a laugh almost sliding past your lips.

You sauntered over to the older woman, teasing leaning over her body to grab your jacket only to be yanked down onto the couch. You felt the blood run course through your body you heart pounding so loudly you'd not be surprised if she could hear it herself. The room came to a heated silence, the tension thick and easily cut with a knife. Natasha's hand came up to cup your jaw tilting it to the side almost as though she wanted to judge that part of you too, or better yet distract herself from what she was initially going to do.

"Tomorrow, 8:30pm your shift will begin. I recommend not arriving late, or better yet arrive earlier to prepare yourself. You work hours will differ but tomorrow you'll be finishing at 3:30am. Understand sweetheart?" Her voice husked out and you were almost putty in her hands once more.

Your head nodded unconsciously, the primal instinct in you roaring to obey your now boss's instructions. The feeling of disgust ran through your body at the realisation of what you'd just performed despite it being your job area now. It wasn't the fact you'd pole-danced it was the secluded room and the song that made your body squirm.

The redhead seemed to thrive in amusement on that power and you weren't sure whether the heat that ran to your core was feelings you wished you didn't have or anger that turned into the feeling of lust, perhaps both. Her hand tightened on your chip ever so slightly to the point you thought her nails may cause intends within your skin, marking like a hot poker within it.

"Oh no, none of that. You use words to me okay? So do you understand dorogaya?" her tone showed no time from you for disagreement.

"Yes, I understand Miss. Romanoff," your voice was strong and assertive despite inside your body was a mess of sweat and utter chaos.

Natasha leaned back, stretching her arms across the couch staring at you for a moment before taking her lip between her teeth, clamping down hard. The sight was enough to send a hot gush of wetness between your legs and your mind screamed at you in retaliation, she was your boss. Her teeth gently let her lips go with a pop before standing up and walking up to the door, swinging it open with ease staring back at you with an expected look.

"Good girl," she whispered out her lips tilting up dangerously as your fixed your tousled hair that had become slightly damaged from dancing.

Your body reacted once more to the words almost jolting in response, but you did well to keep yourself refrained and intact. Instead you simply grabbed your belongings nodding towards the woman and headed straight for the main exit. Perhaps the acts you were prepared to partake in was deemed as sinful and immoral, you wouldn't give so much as a glance if they were. It felt like the devil was standing their glaring into your soul and you didn't care for anything else other than entering the gates and feeling the flames wrap around your body.

The next evening went as smooth as it could, the blasting of the music as your body danced in between of time to the tunes. Your personal favourite was the one's that went sensual before picking pace as it allowed you to do your signature moved before flaunting around people in a seductive manner. You'd thrived on how the men and women gawked at your, eyes popping out of their heads, drooling from the mouth like you were a treat they had to have.

Fellow colleague's had taken up on asking advice, specifically your new favourite Wanda who you added on further inspection was quite a looker. The way she'd bounce her brunette curls around her face as she danced into the night like nobody was watching always had you admiring her.

She herself had wanted tips from you, always seemingly interested by your dancing to the way you move on a pole, her eyes always lingering in sheer awe and amazement as though you personally had placed each star drifting through the sky. Yet, you always felt another pair of eyes, heavy and dark lingering in the shadows.

It was the type of shadow you'd spent your whole life hiding within but this aspect was dangerous. It felt cold mixed with fire alike, bonding in ways it shouldn't mix. The soul being ice and chilled to the bone with fire in the centre waiting to burn itself from the ground up. You constantly sensed the lingering eyes on your body but chose to ignore it, for you knew the consequences of the danger, you knew who those eyes belonged to you just couldn't face them to admit it.

It continued for the next week until Saturday came faster than anticipated. Your legs carried you through the building with ease and a sense of calm now almost as though you'd been there for years. In reality you'd become rather content with the building of Desiring ignition. You'd scarcely interacted with Natasha though, (thank god.)

It wasn't the exact concept of fearing the woman, no it wasn't that. It was the way she made you feel. It was like feeling towards the devil, it's forbidden you see red with anger, lust the picture painted of danger and intoxicating aroma.

You'd done well in avoiding the older woman but she did appear to be making it easer than anticipated, despite knowing the one hiding in the shadows, lingering not wishing to be seen but knowing you felt her presence seemed to enough for the older woman.

You had settled on something different this time, usually not opting for dresses preferring to dress loose but certainly stylish all the same. However this time, you'd decided to rock the boat and you weren't sure why.

Instead you'd settled on a deep emerald green, darkened than usual but curved around your body clinging in all the right ways. The anticipation and adrenaline of the reactions you'd receive left your mind racing, despite not wanting to show anything off entirely. Definitely not for her..

Directing yourself towards the bar, you walked over greeting who you'd now become accustomed to know as Bucky. He actually was opposing to what you expected after your encounter on the first night, he was just hesitant of newcomers. Instead now you'd become close to the man always offering a term of greeting.

"Same as usual?" He questioned winking as you both knew it was wrong to drink on the job.

Albeit it was hardly your fault, when it came to this job and work environment you'd hardly be faulted for having the odd drink to get by. Most days we're enjoyable, the women ogling over you and many wanting to touch what their desired hearts couldn't reach, like seeing a pebble in the ocean before the sea carries it out, perfectly sculpted but not yours to own.

Your lips curved up into a smirk filled with fire and mischief, the look of mystery plastered all over your face. Not a word spoken, your head nodded into his direction and Bucky nodded once in return. His body moved swiftly, preparing a small yet rather what the average person would deem an intoxicating strong drink for yourself as he slid it over.

Taking your drink you sipped away at it as you made your way onto the floor, seemingly into the sea of people. It was busy & you only knew it was going to get busier. Besides; you had an hour to kill before even remotely starting your shift so you might as well busy yourself.

It started simple, sitting down mingling with guests, eyeing up who was necessarily your desire for the night. All you needed was the money, even with the weighing guilt that sometimes poured over your head you needed to make your way into the world.

God only knows how you'd found yourself onto the dance floor, one moment you were sipping on your drink waiting for the beginning of your shift the next you were dragged onto the dance floor by a taller and seemingly older brunette. Her hands were dragging across your waist causing your face to flush.

Were you sure you were entirely within protocols here? Not at all, yet there was no rules you couldn't dance with the paying guests before your own night began. Though you were indeed certain Miss. Romanoff may cause some issues with this.

Alcohol wasn't even the reason for your confidence, it felt like something was drawing you to push boundaries that night to tempt yourself into desired that you shouldn't cross. You could say you don't bring your guests into the bedsheets like you do your demons but as the brunette's hands grazed across your stomach for a moment you short circuited.

You found your head tilting an angle towards Bucky's direction who was eyeing you with a concerned expression painted upon his face. His frown that narrowed through his forehead, eyes giving a dangerous tone, almost trying to warn you.

Still, you shrugged it off instead allowing the touch of another burn your skin though whether it was a burn of desire or the burn of hell you weren't sure. You were playing with the fires of lucifer here & partially enjoying yourself. Lips grazed slightly over your neck, almost allowing you to loose yourself instantly without a sudden care or thought.

People were silencing around you within beats of the music, like a chill had passed down from a frost bite. They were parting like royalty had arrived themselves, but you were completely unaware in your own mindset in your own thoughts.

Lips grazed your neck sloppily, yet it burnt like an ignition hell fire in your skin. Yet your mind was dancing somewhere else or better yet, someone else. It was like someone snapped a finger, as within a second like you'd blinked an eye and the warmth from behind you disappeared.

Widening your eyes, you opened them but a hand snatched you spinning you straight into a body. You stumbled forward legs like jelly, hands still shaking with adrenaline as their perfume invaded your senses. It was a sexy perfume smell no doubt, the aroma making it's way into your nose poisoning you. You'd almost breathed in, wanting more of the intoxicating taste of it, yet that wouldn't be ve-

Shit. Shit, shit shit.

If your suspicions were correct, which you were highly convinced they were then the perfume and the person you'd been dragged into was someone you dreaded finding you in that compromising position. A whisper drew you from the dread in the pit of your stomach and your stressing mindset as they leaned towards you.

"Enjoying yourself darling?" The voice carried the familiar edge you dreaded.

The feeling of bile rose in your throat from sheer anxiety and you gulped hard to keep yourself at bay. Slowly looking up, your eyes met the all too familiar green ones.. One's you could get lost in and fantasise about consi-

No, not to be thought of right now.

Her eyebrows were arched consistently and the familiar look of a stern facial expression was painted on your Boss's, Miss. Romanoff's face. Her lips were painted a blood deep red and the blush on her cheeks were making your legs like jelly, let alone your stomach's feeling of somersaults.

"I..." Stuttering voices was all you could muster right now.

A swift finger placed on your lips was all it took for your cheeks to hear up and you were certainly an embarrassing jumble of mess in front of her and everyone around you.

"Shh," her voice carried an authoritative tone but you were almost certain you could sense a lace of.. jealousy?

Surely that was an impossibility; she had nothing to be jealous about besides she was your boss, albeit a damn sexy one. Reality hitting back to you slowly you sensed the tension in the room could be cut with a knife and wanted in that moment for the ground to swallow you whole.

Gone was that confident attitude you easily found yourself mustering up to her, instead replaced with a timid jealous woman wanting nothing more but to run for your life. Your eyes didn't dare leave hers despite their sea of pure intensity and fire, though you didn't think you were capable of looking away even if you tried to.

A quick flick of her hand could be seen from your peripheral vision and as if someone had press play on a remote, the crowds resumed. Colleagues danced on laps, poles and bar stools while the noise resumed like they'd been frozen in time.

Before you even had the chance to speak, you were spun back around rather forcefully. However rather than letting you go, her hands yanked you flush against her chest, allowing you to feel her radiant body heat and the heat to come back to your cheeks once more.

Hands roamed over your body while her lips moved to your ear, a sultry almost lustful voice following suite.

"Well well, what was that little stunt hm? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for private shows not giving a full on public display of borderline sex," she snapped though her hands still cupped your hips.

"I.. I can explain..."

Her hands cupped your clothed cunt causing you to cut your sentence off and gasp out. Embarrassingly, your body jerked forward into her hand showing how putty you were, easily giving into your boss.

"No, no I don't think so. You wanted a public stunt like that hm? Who's breasts are these?"

Her hand moved up to cup them, needing them through your dress causing you to almost cry out. You couldn't lie, you were grateful for the atmosphere being so loud and disoriented otherwise you'd have cried out from sheer embarrassment.

"M-Mine," you whispered through a half gasp earning you to feel her knee rub you subtly once more in your lower region.

"Wrong answer, don't get it wrong again hm?" She said through semi-gritted teeth and your body melted back into her.

Unsure of the adrenaline you had coursing through your veins you spun around and found some form of confidence in you to cup her own lower region.

"Yours," you whisper-shouted back due to the strength of the music, though your voice partially wavered.

It was obvious she was caught off guard through the sheer surprise that danced like the force of nature the wind dancing with the trees on a stormy night. Miss.Romanoff's lips tilted upwards into a smirk and without a word or a warning her hand clasped onto yours and you were being pulled swiftly down corridors.

Everything seemed to pass you buy in a blur as you had no recollection of one door to the next, nor did you dare to look at any faces glancing and gawking your way. Simply you decided to be an obedient little thing and follow Miss. Romanoff towards wherever she was leading you.

Suddenly, you came to a halt in front of a locked door slowly coming to the realisation this was Miss.Romanoff's personal room; no one was ever allowed to enter. A surge of some sort of excitement flooded the course of your veins in some way as she led you through.

Locking it behind her she pointed to her own personal chaise lounge and you obediently followed her instructions like a lost puppy, almost falling over your own feet to get to it. A low chuckle left her lips sending chills upon chills down your spine and embarrassingly hitting your core (that was probably now soaked.)

"Miss Romanoff I don't know if this is-"

"Natasha," she cut you off instantly smirking at you.

You gawked at the older woman like she'd just spoken in a foreign language. However she brushed it off, slowly approaching you like an animal would it's prey. Lifting your chin up she grinned down at you like a cheshire cat before huskily speaking.

"Call me Natasha. Though I'd also prefer to be called a different name, can your pretty little brain think of what that is?" She asked lustfully.

Gulping you had a smart idea, but didn't want to ask a stupid question. So you kept your mouth shut but apparently Natasha had other idea's towards your 'misbehaviour.'

"Colour," her voice was softer for a moment only by a slight tone but you sensed it.

It almost made you crack for a moment and come to your senses. An employee couldn't- shouldn't sleep with their boss. Yet, as you believed earlier the devil was technically an angel first and you wanted to touch the fire, you wanted her to touch you. However, it was evidence you were taking too long as you'd received an arched eyebrow and she grabbed you firmly by the chin awaiting her answer.

"Green but.. this is wrong you're my.."

A gasp cut you off as she placed her lips instantly on your neck biting down hard before sucking. You felt Natasha's lips trail up and down biting an area she could, knowing instantly it was going to leave a mark. Moans elicited past your lips as you found your head slowly adjusting to give more access.

She sucked and nipped at your skin like her life depended on it, it was intoxicating. She was starting a fire within you no one else could ever ignite. Natasha kissed her way back up to your face before whispering sultry into your earlobe.

"Now you want to keep your job don't you, you want to be a good girl for me?"

"Y-Yes I do Natasha," you went to move your hands in her hair when you felt something restrict you.

A deep blood red-handcuffs the same shade as her hair was holding you back and your eyes widened in realisation. The demon's in your head were fighting with each other as you felt her clamber her way into your lap.

"Now.. you're going to behave for mommy aren't you?"

She grinned at you arching an eyebrow while her plump red lips glistened under the dim lights. You couldn't bring yourself to respond to Natasha, you felt your stomach twisting in knots at the word and your brain go fuzzy.

Restriction on your neck caused your airways to tighten slightly, not too much but the pressure sent a heat to your core you didn't know could happen. She frowned at you sternly, a small crease of annoyance in between her forehead that you found dangerously hot and cute at once.

"Don't make ask twice detka, you should know in the time you've worked for me I hate repeating myself. Now be a good slut and respond."

Not wanting to face the consequences of hell knows what she'd do you nodded instantly a feeling of nervousness that was fuelled by desire and lust rising within you.

"Yes mommy, I'll behave. I promise!"

Your response pleased her, yet your brain didn't have much time to respond as a loud groan escaped your lips. The buzzing sensation pressed against your panties sent you spiralling into oblivion. Natasha captured your lips with her own, red lipstick smearing your own with a kiss, sealing your fate. Signing your soul to the devil seemed like a fate that could send anyone into a panic, but when it was Natasha Romanoff, it was pure bliss.

"Your moans are a delight to my ear sweet girl," her whispers against your lips only spurred you on further.

You found your hips grinding down against the toy your bottom lip become broken and bruised from how hard you were biting it. A small slap to the thigh sent you jolting as you looked up to see Natasha's stern look.

"You move when I tell you to move slut," she slurred out high on lust and desire and you felt a spiral of wetness shoot down to your glistening pussy that was most definitely dripping with desire.

You felt the pressure of the toy increase levels and it took you everything not to cry out in absolute ecstasy but the overwhelming stimulation, it was so intense your toes could curl.

"You're already coming undone are you for your mommy?" Natasha bit down slightly on your ear lobe her fingers trailing up to your throat once more as she whispers into your ear.

"When you lay down on the chaise lounge you'll be screaming my name tonight darling. Yet, did you honestly think that you could get away with that game Y/N?" Her voice dragged down your body as quickly as possible.

Teeth sunk into your skin, nipping sucking and licking into the depths of every single area Natasha could reach. You hands tried to fling over your mouth to muffle your moans, yet your restraining handcuffs brought you back to reality.

"They'll hear Na- Mommy," Your slip-up didn't go unnoticed as a slap to your thigh and a hard bite on your chest caused a cry out from your lips.

"Let them hear you. You wanted a show, I have every intention of giving you one."

Before your thoughts could catch up to your lips a rip echoed through the room as a strength had come from the redhead herself. Gasping as she put some pressure on your clit the intense feeling driving your body into an overwhelming feeling.

As her fingers pressed against your puffy lips you knew instantly you were getting addicted to the feeling; the ignition pushing you towards Natasha's capture. She was easily trying to capture her pray within you and you'd stupidly let her.

"Please.. I need more," You pleaded your brain foggy with lust and utter craving for Natasha in every way possible.

With a single flick of a switch you felt her turn the toy to maximum levels before her fingers were swiftly replaced with a lapping tongue. The cuffs that felt like chains kept to a wall yanked down as you tried to touch.

She spat on your clit and you felt the shit eating grin pass her lips as Natasha heard the familiar sound of tugging from them. Instead she tutted and her eyes grazed up connecting with your own, purposely dragging her tongue up your slit making you cry out from the intensity.

"You're a good girl aren't you hm? Taking your boss so well. Imagine if I got to do a public show with you.. God the way the crowds would go wild as I fucked you over and over again," Natasha lulled against your pussy.

The images dancing through your brain was sinful, absolutely disgusting to others but for some reason like you were trapped in a cage of sex you didn't care. Magic was a dangerous power and a dangerous curse yet she wheeled it all within this room, your body and your mind, your essence and soul.

As she shoved her tongue into your entrance another cry of intense joy, you weren't sure lust most definitely past your lips. Her free hand moved up to your breasts massaging the buds between her tips, sending you without permission releasing your juices all over her tongue.

Ms. Romanoff pulled back and the look on her face was not one of an impressed look, though that didn't stop her tongue swirling around her mouth getting the remaining taste left. That action alone sent another wave to your core despite the overwhelming feeling and you felt your legs like jelly simply from one round.

"Did I say you could cum?" Her voice was stern, boomed against the contrasting atmosphere of what the stench danced with sex, and sweat, desire and fire.

"I.. I didn't me-"

"Did. I. Say. You. Could. Cum?" She repeated her voice was filled with such an authoritative tone sending your mind back to your original meeting.

Had it not been for the handcuffs and the familiar stern look and not wanting any more disapproval from Natasha, you'd have coward away from embarrassment. Instead you shook your head wondering what on earth you'd gotten yourself into it wasn't like you were bound together but.. part of you lived from the excitement; she was a devil, demon of angel and hell with the need to feel her touch.

"No.. No Miss.Romanoff, you did not." Your voice rasped out exhausted from screaming already.

She stood up no word uttered and she disappeared around the back, leaving you to your thoughts for a moment. It felt like you were fucking with the goddess herself, but was it sanity? Was it safe to be sharing sheets and secrets behind closed doors? Possibly not, but her blood-red lips and curves of her body made it impossible not to fall into. A trap of love or lust, it wasn't even known to you within that sight, just the devil herself you'd taste it every-time.

A song brought you from your dancing curious thoughts, one that sent your body ice-cold and your eyes widening instantly. A song called 'Pray' You'd become one to recognise. It was a favourite with your regulars at the club. Except you hadn't quite realised Natasha herself had noticed, but you'd been proven quite wrong.

On the contrary, Natasha walked in with a thick deep red strap-on, one that was already wet ether with her spit or something else it was unknown. But, she knew and had seen it caused a rage in her she hated herself for. Yet, she had to have her way with you.

"Sit back," she ordered pleased instantly you'd complied with no sudden refusals or hesitation.

Without a warning she flung one leg over your body joined by the other leg, until she was sat in your lap straddling you. Instantly, a gut feeling surged through your veins flying through every pulse point sending a fire and ice in one through your very skin. Your suspicions were confirmed when she slowly started to move her hips on you with the strap on.

A lap-dance. A lap dance by Natasha Romanoff, your boss the fucking owner of Desiring ignition. Better yet it was with a strap on.

Her hips moved in a motion not even the most poisonous temptations of the world could, but Natasha out-beat them all. Her hands moved down her body over her hips and you watched in amazement as she began to thrust onto your leg while dancing like a majestic queen. Her moans spilled past her throat, giving you everything you desired sipping her up.

Your hands begged to move and your pussy pulsated allowing some juices to spill out. Your eye's pleaded with her to undo the cuffs but all you'd received in return, was a tut and a small pressure to your throat.

"You can touch soon detka. I'd like to have my fun now. Do you know how long I've waited to have my way with you?" She whispered her hips shaking and thrusting to the beat of the music.

"N-No," you answered honestly to mesmerised by her movements to figure out an answer.

"Since you first walked into that door. I needed you away so I didn't tempt myself with the cup of sinfulness, one that I shouldn't lead by. Yet, when I saw you dance.. Oh my sweet little slut. You were perfect. I needed to ruin all of you," she husked out shaking her strap slightly.

You almost came right from the scene in front of you, gaining your own kind of friction from her strap. However while the music beat sped up one lyric spurred her over the edge and caused her to break the chains of control, fly up from hell and take her prize.

'When she lays down to pray at night.. She'll be screaming my name.'

Something about that song lyric sent Natasha spurring forward and her hips bucked against your lap causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Her hands reached up undoing the cuffs breaking the barrier as your hands finally touched her hips, her olive silky skin feeling beautiful under your finger tips.

Her fingers suddenly managed to make their way underneath her body with a precision that seemed impossible to you and slammed themselves into your now over-stimulated pussy. You cried out in part-pain and mainly bliss the coil in your stomach building up.

She worked you like wonders themselves couldn't work the song blaring in the background. Natasha still continued to give you a lap-dance of sorts but mainly focused on getting the two of you off and fingered you hard and fast, her hips meeting some sort of thrust.

"Scream my name," left her lips and that's all it took.

The coil in your stomach snapped and you came once more all over her fingers, legs shaking and your eyes pooled with tears of joy from how incredible it felt. Natasha followed suite from the sight and the friction cumming all down her strap and some spilling onto your lap causing yourself to groan.

However, she had an ungodly amount of adrenaline pounding through her system as she clambered of your body leaning over your lips and throat demanding one thing of you.

"Suck."

Her voice was raspy sending a pool of wetness shooting down once more and you felt yourself let out some dripping juices by accident. You instantly took the strap on gagging on it as she shoved it deeply in your throat. Looking down, the sight was enough for Natasha to cum right there and then but she held it.

She wanted you to gag on her strap, shut your pretty little mouth up as she took in the sight of what was hers. Her sinful prize, her desired need was sucking her cock so well it was a bliss to see. Hearing you gag she rubbed your pussy once again causing you to cry out the stimulation being too much, yet Natasha ignored you.

She ignored you until your hips jerked up once more being greedy and desperate for her fingers or strap-on and she smirked in sheer delight. She'd made you putty in her hands. You didn't care anymore the manipulation of her job had worked wonders in your mind making it hazed with fuel of her touch and knowing only she could make you like this.

Clambering down, no warning was given as her cock suddenly found your puffy and over-stimulated entrance and her eyes drifted down. Natasha groaned at the sight, how ruined and how messy you were, wetness seeping down your thighs.

Not wanting to waist another minute, her cock slammed into you thrusting hard not giving you any time to adjust. Her lips moved fast and at a ferocious pace causing animalistic like grunts to leave your lips. Your mind danced with her and only her, it was like she'd made her mark engraved her and only her within it and you'd take it all, drink all of her and whatever she'd give you.

Sloppy slapping sounds hit the four walls of the room and her lips slammed into yours as she bit on your bottom lip. Your now free hands, moved into her hair tugging lightly causing a growl fit from an animal that could kill within seconds. Natasha kissed harder, hips slamming down without a single care and you felt yourself becoming close.

"Please.."

She grinned against your lips and you knew what was going to happen then and there. Your boss had won the game of the life time, her prize possession and puppet.

"Cum on mommy's cock like a good little stripper hmm? Let me take all of you," she husked out giving a particular hard thrust.

With that your juices hit her strap-on hard, flowing out of you like a river itself your mouth screaming her name while your body shivered. Hands clawing at her back now the sight was enough to send her spiralling, leaving you just enough time to recover to see the sight.

Her back arched, releasing her own as she had her eyes closed lips partially opened and skin slick with sweat and cum mixed from both of your spots.

Your eyes shut themselves sheer exhaustion taking in and all that could be heard was panting breaths in the room. It was as she leaned down you'd known how badly caught in the trap of lust you were with your own boss, her whispers filling the room.

"I've caught my own trap now, the devil got her prize. And I am far from finished with you yet, mommy's little stripper slut."

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hopelesslygaysstuff · 2 months

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pairing: wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: your girlfriend eats you out while your other girlfriend restrains you. all in the name of love and making you cum, of course

content warnings: smut, restraints, cunnilingus, overstimulation.

word count: 1.6k+

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Stay Still

“Good girl, spread those legs for me.”

Wanda’s soft voice sounds from behind you, one hand stroking your stomach as the other plays with your nipples. You can practically feel her smile as she speaks, her lips brushing your neck and sending goosebumps down your spine.

There’s a soft flush that spreads from your cheeks towards your chest, a warm feeling overtaking you at the soft touches. You can feel Wanda’s red hair brushing your shoulders as she paces feather-light kisses along your collarbone and neck. Her hands continue to stroke your skin, playing with your nipples gently as you feel yourself relax further against her.

A whine sounds out, and you’re surprised when you realize it fell from your lips. Attempting to twist around, you plead with your eyes as Wanda chuckles into your neck. Your hands flex, gripping the sheets tightly as you take in a few deep breaths. It would be embarrassing to lose your cool this early in the night.

“Aww, is somebody needy?” Natasha’s hands grip your thighs, your head whipping back toward her at the firm touch. She begins to pull your legs apart, and you're helpless to stop her. Fuck the embarrassment, you’ve never seen a hotter sight, and you’re pretty sure you’ve started to drool.

Dark green eyes take in your glistening pussy, your arousal smearing and running over your inner thighs. Natasha’s tongue wets her lips as she glances up towards Wanda, a smirk forming. You can smell her cinnamon perfume, the scent causing your head to go slightly fuzzy with need.

It wasn’t your fault you were so worked up, truly. Your girlfriends had treated you to a wonderful dinner, with romantic candles and all. Then, the teasing touches and hungry eyes had started, and you had unraveled into a desperate mess from there. Dinner had started hours ago, and they were only touching you now.

So yeah, no wonder you were so fucking horny.

Every time you close your eyes, all you see is two pairs of green eyes, one a slightly lighter shade, staring at you. Their pupils are blown, eyes dark as their gazes linger over your form with a desperate look in them. You force your eyes open, thrusting yourself back into the present moment.

Your eyes wander over Natasha’s semi-nude form, taking in her skin appreciatively. She’d taken off her dress shirt, the soft fabric of her bra teasing your thigh as she bent over. Her arm’s flex as she pulls your legs as wide as they’ll go, and you try not to think about biting down on those muscles as you tear your eyes away from her.

Out of the two, Wanda will definitely go easier on you. She is never able to withstand your puppy eyes for very long.

“Mommy,” You begin, turning your head. You’ve made your voice breathy, a whine at the end of your words. A firm hand on your jaw stops you, Wanda’s fingers gripping tightly as she forces your eyes back towards Natasha.

“No, honey,” You can hear the smirk in her voice, and resist the urge to pout. “Watch Nat, she’s going to make you feel really good.”

Well, fuck. It seems that they’ve learned all your usual tricks for when you want to get your way. What a shame.

Natasha’s eyes are hot, watching you intently when you reluctantly turn your gaze toward her. You can’t help but lick your lips, watching her mirror the action as her hands begin to glide up your legs. Your clit throbs, anticipatory pleasure shooting through you as you feel yourself begin to drip.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” Natasha’s voice is low, the rasp causing you to hold back a moan. You shake your head, lips sealed in an effort to not sound as desperate as you feel.

One of Wanda’s hands snakes up your body, fingers grazing your jaw before they find your lips. You try to resist, only for a moment, before the sharp squeeze of her other hand on your nipple causes you to gasp.

Quickly, Wanda’s fingers make their way inside your mouth. The weight of them rests on your tongue, your lips automatically wrapping around them and sucking, a low moan reverberating in the back of your throat.

The sudden pleasure of Natasha’s strong tongue surprises you, your clit aching beneath her ministrations. Her dark green eyes peer up at you, focusing on the fingers slowly moving between your lips.

A single strand of saliva connects Wanda’s fingers and your tongue, your lips parted as you pant. “Please…”

A chuckle sounds out from behind you, but you don’t care how pathetic you sound. “Please mommy, I want your fingers… fuck.” You’re interrupted by your own moan, electrifying pleasure shooting through you.

Natasha chooses that exact moment to wrap her lips around your clit and suck. Her hands grip your thighs as you attempt to close them, and Wanda moves quickly to hold your wrists down as your back arches.

You can’t escape the pleasure, no matter how hard you try. With Wanda’s hold on your upper body and Natasha's iron grip on your thighs, the only thing you can do is moan and roll your hips against her strong tongue.

Wanda grabs the soft cuffs she’d laid out earlier, gently strapping your wrists together behind your back. You would protest, but the only thing you're able to do is moan and whine, Natasha’s tongue unrelenting against you.

Nimble fingers make their way back to your nipples, twisting and pinching as your breaths begin to turn into pants. Soft lips and sharp teeth sink into your neck, leaving dark bruises all over the delicate skin. Wanda’s lipstick smears all over your neck and collarbones, her tongue gliding along your sweaty skin as you rut your hips up as far as you can.

“Look at our girl,” Natasha says, taking a break and using two fingers to rub quick circles over your clit. She spits, the sound jarring as she mixes her saliva and your arousal in order to rub you quicker.

You wish she’d fuck you, curling those long fingers deep inside you. Your thoughts are interrupted by Natasha’s words.

“Such a good little thing, so desperate for release. Isn’t that right? Want me to make you cum?” Natasha smiles at you as she speaks, her teeth sharp and eyes dark.

You nod quickly, a moan tearing from you as Natasha thrusts two fingers deep inside you at the same moment that Wanda cards her fingers through your hair and pulls your head back roughly. Biting down on your pulse point, Wanda sucks harshly as you release a throaty moan. Natasha’s tongue returns to your clit, circling around it quickly and bringing your orgasm close to the surface.

Words flow from your trembling lips, your back arching as the pleasure and pressure of your impending orgasm rise. You hear yourself pleading, begging almost as blood rushes toward your head and makes your ears ring loudly.

Natasha’s fingers curl just right, and coupled with Wanda’s lips incessantly against your sensitive neck, your orgasm crashes over you before you have time to ask for permission. Your whole body shudders, thighs trembling around Natasha’s head as Wanda holds your thrashing hips still.

The lips and tongue stimulating your clit don’t stop, the aftershocks of your orgasm still shooting through you as pleasure builds again. Wanda’s hands are back on your nipples, twisting and pinching while you attempt to slip your wrists out of the restraints she’d secured.

Again, your orgasm builds. The dull throb of pleasure quickly turns sharp, your chest heaving as your muscles spasm through your climax. Wanda’s fingers pinch harder, another smaller orgasm cascading through you as you gasp and whine.

They don’t stop, your vision darkening in the corners as you tense, preparing to cum again. This time, it feels like wildfire licking at your sides, your clit throbbing sharply as your cum smears on Natasha’s chin. Wanda’s hands leave your over-sensitive nipples, one hand wrapping around your throat and squeezing lightly while the other gently strokes Natasha’s hair.

“Good girl, taking everything we give you so well. Can you cum one more time for mommy? Don’t shake your head, I know you can,” Her hand squeezes tighter and you feel a smile form on your face. “Cum, now.”

Wanda’s command sends you hurtling over the edge again, her vanilla perfume overtaking your senses as you shudder in her tight hold. Your breaths shorten, bright dots appearing in your vision as you watch Wanda’s hand push Natasha’s head away from you.

The last thing you see before darkness overcomes your vision is green eyes peering up at you while Natasha slowly removes her tongue from your clit, your arousal clinging to her lips.

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“Sweetheart? Can you open those pretty eyes for us?” Wanda’s accent filters through your ears, a small smile appearing on your lips as you open your bleary eyes.

You’re wrapped around Wanda, her arms holding you tightly as you lay your head on her chest. Her legs are intertwined with yours, her fingers slowly running through your hair. You turn to see Natasha, the mattress dipping behind you as she hands Wanda a bottle of water.

In her other hand there’s a warm, damp washcloth. You grumble slightly, not wanting to leave the comfort and softness of Wanda, but eventually open your legs. Moving quickly, Natasha cleans you up as best she can, before throwing the washcloth towards the bathroom to be picked up later.

“Are you alright, detka?” Natasha asks, settling in behind you and spooning you. One arm wraps around your waist while the other reaches up to stroke Wanda’s face softly.

Nodding, you smile as you feel Natasha press a soft kiss into your hair. You vaguely hear Wanda command you to close your eyes and rest, before your mind relaxes completely in a vanilla-cinnamon haze.

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Mafias Mistress pt. 2 | N.R

MafiaBoss!Natasha x CivilianYounger!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Age gap (Natasha is 32 = reader ist 22), kinda mean Nat, Daddy kink, BDSM, restraints, Begging, multiple orgasm, strap on (r receiving) rough sex, fingering (r receiving) poor Natty who doesn’t understand feelings 🤲🏼

Word Count: 3,7 K

A/N: Second part is here! More details about the relationship will appear in the next chapter + maybe Natasha’s secret will already be revealed, who knows🙌🏻🙌🏻

The air in the dimly lit room was thick with tension, a palpable sense of danger surrounding the two women seated at the mahogany table. Natasha Romanoff exuded an aura of power and mystery with her piercing green eyes and wavy red hair falling past her shoulders. She tapped her perfectly manicured nails on the polished surface, a subtle yet commanding gesture that spoke volumes about her authority.

Maria Hill, whose steely gaze and unwavering loyalty were etched into every line of her face, stood by Natasha's side like a watchful sentinel. Her clenched jaw and furrowed brow betrayed the gravity of the situation. As she began to update Natasha on the latest developments in the shadow world they navigated with practiced finesse, a sense of unease settled over the room like a heavy cloak.

Maria's voice was quiet and measured as she described the intricate web of alliances and betrayals that threatened to engulf her carefully built empire.

"Dreykov's men have invaded our territory, testing our defenses, trying to find a weak spot," Maria explained, her tone a mixture of concern and determination. Natasha leaned back in her chair, the soft leather creaking slightly under her weight, her eyes never leaving Maria's face.

The crackle of the fireplace in the corner sent flickering shadows dancing across the walls, adding an eerie undertone to the already tense atmosphere in the room. Natasha's fingers closed around the crystal glass of whiskey in front of her, the amber liquid swirling hypnotically as she considered Maria's words. Beneath her calm facade simmered a variety of conflicting emotions, a potent cocktail of concern, admiration, and a simmering undercurrent of defiance.

Natasha's mind was like a stormy sea, each wave crashing against the walls she had carefully built around herself. Maria watched her carefully, her sharp eyes noticing every slight change in Natasha's demeanor. The weight of unspoken words lay heavy between them, a silent understanding that went beyond mere words.

Natasha's gaze flickered from Maria's unwavering eyes to the crackling fireplace in the corner, as if seeking comfort in the dancing flames. The room seemed to shrink around them, suffocating in its intimacy, each breath taken with measured caution.

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The room was shrouded in shadow, the only source of light coming from the dimly lit bedside lamp. Natasha leaned back on the silk sheets, her gaze fixed on the woman in front of her, her expression a mixture of desire and dominance.

"Daddyyy.." whispered the woman who was Natasha's nightly attendant, her voice trembling with anticipation. Natasha's lips curved into a predatory smile as she beckoned the woman closer, her eyes dark with desire. "Come here," she commanded, her voice dripping with authority.

The woman obeyed, her movements careful as she approached Natasha, keenly aware of the power dynamics at play. Natasha's touch was possessive, her hands sliding over the woman's skin with a need that bordered on desperation.

In the heat of the moment, Natasha's mind wandered to forbidden fantasies, her desires leading her down a treacherous path. And then, in a moment of reckless abandon, she spoke a name that did not belong to the woman herself, but held power beyond imagination.

"Y/n.." Natasha murmured, her voice animated with desire as she lost herself in her fantasy.

The woman froze at the unfamiliar name, her heart skipping a beat as she tried to understand Natasha's slip of the tongue. "Y/n?" she began, her voice shaking with uncertainty. "Who is Y/n?"

Natasha's expression darkened, her features twisting with hurt as she realized her mistake. "What do you mean?" she snapped, her voice irritated.

The woman took a deep breath, bracing herself for what she was about to say. "The name..." she explained, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "You just said a different name, Y/n.."

Natasha's eyes narrowed at the mention of your name, her defenses instinctively rising to protect her fragile heart. "That name means nothing to me," she insisted, her voice cold and dismissive.

But the woman saw through Natasha's facade and recognized the pain and longing that lay beneath the surface. "Natasha, please," she pleaded, her voice laced with compassion. "I can see it in your eyes, feel it in the way you said her name. Who is she?"

Natasha's anger flared, her facade of control fading as she pushed the woman away with a forceful gesture. "Enough," she growled, her voice sharp with frustration. "You're here for my pleasure, nothing more, remember that."

The woman backed away at Natasha's sudden outburst, her heart sinking as she realized the futility of her efforts. "I-I know! But I might be able to help you with that..with her. Sounded like you were caring-"

But Natasha was beside herself with reason, her mind clouded by anger and fear. "Get out of here," she ordered, her voice icy and unforgiving. "I don't want to see you again."

The woman's heart shattered at Natasha's words, the pain of rejection cutting deeper than any physical wound. With one last sad look, she turned and fled the room, leaving Natasha alone in the darkness with her demons.

As the door closed behind her, Natasha was left with nothing but the echo of her own regret, the weight of her choices pressing down on her like a suffocating blanket. And in that moment of loneliness, she realized the true price of her pride and stubbornness.

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Maria cleared her throat, bracing herself for what she was about to say. "Our sources have confirmed that the rival cartel is taking steps to expand its territory," she began, her voice firm despite the tension in the room. "They are targeting our key distribution networks and..."

Natasha's mind wandered, a hint of annoyance crossing her face as memories of the past overshadowed her thoughts. Your face popped into her mind, an unwelcome reminder of a vulnerability she had long buried.

"Natasha?" Maria's voice broke through the fog, jolting Natasha back to the present.

Natasha's jaw clenched as she forced herself to focus, pushing aside the unwelcome memories that threatened to consume her. "Continue," she commanded, her voice clipped and dismissive.

Maria hesitated for a moment, narrowing her eyes in concern as Natasha's sudden change in demeanor irritated her. "Is everything okay?" she asked in a worried voice.

Natasha's mask fell, revealing the turmoil raging within her. "Everything is fine," she replied curtly, her kindness betraying her inner turmoil.

But Maria was not so easily fooled, her instincts honed by years of loyalty and service to Natasha. "You seem distracted," she remarked in a soft yet searching voice. "Do you have something on your mind?"

Natasha bristled at the suggestion, her defenses ramping up to protect her wounded pride. "I don't have time for distractions," she snapped, her voice sounding frustrated. Maria stood firm, unfazed by Natasha's outburst. "With all due respect, Natasha, this is important," she insisted, her gaze unwavering as she met Natasha's eyes. "We must be prepared for whatever comes our way."

Natasha's resolve wavered, her anger melting away in the face of Maria's unwavering loyalty. "I know," she admitted, her voice softening a little. "I...I just have a lot on my mind."

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As she entered the room, Natasha's eyes immediately fell on the ropes and shackles hanging from the ceiling. She felt the familiar stirrings of power and control, her body already humming with anticipation. When she turned to face you, she could see the young woman's wide eyes and slight trepidation mixed with excitement in her gaze.

"Take off your clothes," Natasha instructed. "And then kneel on the floor, hands behind your back."

You obeyed, your heart beating faster as you removed your clothes, revealing your delicate, slender figure. As you assumed the kneeling position, Natasha stepped behind you and gently ran her fingers through your hair.

"Good girl," she purred, feeling a wave of satisfaction as you shivered under her touch. This has been going on for several weeks now. Natasha was desperate and called you. But her being desperate for you is another story.

Natasha walked over to the table laden with ropes, restraints, and other toys. She chose a piece of soft, supple rope and approached you with it. "Arms up," she ordered. "I'm going to tie you up." You obeyed, raising your arms above your head as Natasha began wrapping the rope around your wrists.

The rough texture of the rope brushed against your sensitive skin, sending tingles down your spine. You closed your eyes and let out a soft sigh as Natasha pulled the ropes tight and straightened your arms.

Now that you were securely bound, Natasha walked to the front of the room where an intricate set of leather restraints hung from the ceiling. She attached the restraints to your wrists, pulled you up, and secured you to the ceiling hooks.

Your body was now spread out, vulnerable and exposed to Natasha. Natasha stood before you, taking a moment to admire her work. She ran her fingers over the curve of your chest, tracing a line across your stomach, pausing just above your aching sex.

"You look so fucking beautiful," she murmured, her voice hoarse with excitement. Your breath caught, your body trembled as Natasha slowly began to lunge at you. You could feel the heat of Natasha's breath on your skin, causing goosebumps. With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Natasha picked up a whip from the nearby table and gently ran it along your thighs.

The leather strands caressed your skin, burning gently with each smack. You moaned softly, your body's reaction betraying you. You craved more, wanted Natasha to test your limits and bring you to the brink of pleasure and pain.

And as if she could read your mind, Natasha flicked the whip harder, sending a shockwave of pain and pleasure through your body.

"Please..," you begged, your voice tight with desire.

Natasha knew what you wanted, so she’s smacking your breasts and stomach with the whip, leaving a satisfying red mark on your skin. Your moans grew louder, your body arching in pleasure and pain.

Natasha enjoyed the power and control she had over you, her own desire growing with each lash of the whip. She dropped the whip and moved closer to you. She ran her fingers over your wetness, eliciting a sharp gasp from you.

"You like that, don't you?" Natasha teased, pressing her fingers deeper into your core. You nodded and bit your lower lip as Natasha began to stroke your clit in slow, deliberate circles.

Natasha's touch was incredibly skillful, bringing you closer to the edge with each movement of her fingers. "Beg for it," Natasha growled, nipping at your ear with her teeth. "Beg for me to make you come."

"Please," you gasped, your body burning with desire. "Please let me come. I need it. I need you..“ Natasha giggled darkly, continuing her relentless assault on your sensitive flesh.

You writhed and moaned beneath her, your body begging for release. Natasha's own need rose, her arousal unmistakable as she ran her fingers over your clit.

She plunged her fingers deep inside you, feeling your muscles tighten around them as she began to thrust harder and faster. "Oh, fuck, yes.." you gasped, the pressure inside you rising to unbearable levels.

Your hips rose, seeking more friction, more pleasure. Natasha did not disappoint, her fingers moving in a fast and steady rhythm that matched your pace. Your breathing quickened, your heart pounding in your chest. You felt the familiar tingling before the surge of pleasure, the blinding light that was your release.

"Cum for me," Natasha demanded with a low growl. With one final thrust of Natasha's fingers, you break, gasping and moaning as you come violently against her.

Natasha held you there, prolonging the ecstasy as you shuddered and trembled. As you came down from your high, Natasha slowly pulled her fingers from your wetness, bringing them to her own lips and sucking them clean.

"You taste so fucking good," she said, her eyes shining with lust. You couldn't help but blush and squirm as Natasha continued to lick and tease her fingers. "You're so fucking wet and ready for me."

Natasha wrapped her arms around your shoulders, her mouth finding yours in a new wave of passion. You could feel Natasha's hands sliding down your body, grabbing your ass and kneading your flesh.

"I want to feel you i-inside me," you whisper, gasping for air. Natasha didn't need to be asked twice, she was already hungry for your taste. She lifted your legs up and wrapped them around her waist, going deeper into you with each thrust. The room was filled with the sounds of their skin slapping against each other, their moans and groans of pleasure, punctuated by the occasional curse word. It was raw and primal, and both of you reveled in it.

Your body trembled beneath Natasha's as you gave yourself over to the experience. You could feel every inch of Natasha's fake cock inside you, filling you and stretching you to the edge of pain. But you wanted more. You wanted to feel everything Natasha had to offer.

"Beg me to thrust harder," she gasps, your fingers digging into Natasha's back. "Please...fuck me harder...!"

Natasha's fingers dug into your hips, holding you tight as she thrust into you with an intensity that took both of your breath away. "Yebat (fuck), you feel so good," Natasha murmured, her breath warm against your neck.

Your nails dug into Natasha's back, leaving red welts. You were lost in the haze of pleasure, her mind blank except for the rush of sensations coursing through your body.

Natasha's thrusts became wilder and her breath came in ragged gasps. Your own orgasm was already building inside you, each pounding thrust pulling you closer to the edge.

"Fuck, I'm coming," Natasha growled, her clit rubbing against yours with each movement. Your response was only a soft whimper, your muscles tightening around Natasha as the first wave of your orgasm washed over you.

Natasha's thrusts became more erratic, her body stiffening as she followed you over the edge."Oh, fuck!" Natasha gasped, her fingers digging into your hips. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Your orgasm continued to rip through you, leaving you shaking and gasping. Natasha's body fell against of yours, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she gasped for air.

Slowly, Natasha pulled out of your body, freeing you from your bonds. She’s bringing you over to her bed, your legs trembled, still caught in the aftershocks of your orgasm. Natasha wrapped her arms around your waist, holding you close and kissing you deeply.

"You were incredible," Natasha murmured, tracing patterns on your stomach with her fingers. You smiled exhaustedly, your heart still racing. "That was... incredible."

Your vision blurred, every muscle in your body frozen in a wonderfully wild tableau. Natasha pulled you close, their sweat-soaked bodies entwined as they fought to catch their breath. Their mutual satisfaction hung thick and heavy in the air.

Your breaths mingled as you stared at each other, eyes glazed with contented exhaustion. Your heavy breaths formed a synchronized rhythm as you embraced in the dim light, skin flushed and chest heaving. Exhausted and exhilarated, you lay in her arms, still and calm, letting the lulling drum of their synchronized heartbeats sing you to sleep.

As the fog of post-orgasmic pleasure dissipated, tenderness stirred within Natasha, wrapping her heart in an unfamiliar warmth. It was a feeling that reached beyond the boundaries of physical pleasure and crept behind the heavy curtains that normally concealed her feelings.

In those fleeting moments, she wanted nothing more than to surrender to the dreamy cloud of affection that swirled around her. Yet she resisted, clinging grimly to the remnants of her past.

Natasha could barely comprehend the confusing feelings that left her speechless. She had always believed that she was incapable of such vulnerability. You shifted your weight and pressed your cheek against Natasha's chest. Your eyelids were heavy with the impending sleep.

Despite the inner turmoil, Natasha felt her heart swell at the sight. She put an arm protectively around you and traced lazy patterns on your back. Her fingertips left a fiery trail on the skin beneath.

Natasha's heartbeat lulled you into a peaceful sleep, your dreams carrying you to a land free from the burden of reality. Natasha's defenses dropped and the irresistible lure of exploring deeper emotional terrain seduced her.

It was a foreign path, one she had never allowed herself to tread. And yet here she was, rowing the swaying boat through choppy waters, only partially certain of her destination.

She shifted you gently in her arms, maneuvering you so that they were lying side by side on the plush crimson velvet. The dim lights danced on their entwined bodies as you touched, sweet memories of the forbidden fruit they had just enjoyed.

Their limbs intertwined effortlessly and the wry smiles they shared conveyed a wealth of unspoken intimacy. The room was filled with the soft glow of moonlight, casting a halo around your sleeping form as you lay nestled against Natasha's side.

As Natasha's racing heartbeat gradually slowed to a steady rhythm, she lost herself in the gentle rise and fall of your chest, the rhythmic sound like a soothing lullaby. And in that quiet moment of intimacy, as your warmth seeped into her skin, Natasha felt something stir inside her - a stirring of feelings she had long denied.

With shaking hands, Natasha brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead, her touch gentle and reverent. And as she looked at the sleeping figure beside her, bathed in the soft light of the moon, Natasha felt a wave of longing wash over her - a longing for more than fleeting passion and desire.

In that moment of vulnerability, Natasha's walls crumbled, her defenses laid bare before the only person who had managed to break through her cover.

With a soft exhale, she whispered the words she hadn't dared admit for a long time, not even to herself. "I think I'm falling in love with you," Natasha confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. And as the words hung in the air between them, she knew there was no turning back.

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