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whatidonthaveanyhomework · 11 days ago

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Our little girl

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summary: you return home from a mission and need your girls to top you

Warnings: smut, dom Natasha, dom Wanda, sub reader, degradation, mommy Wanda, daddy Natasha, aftercare, subspace, being spoonfed, lots of making out, slight bondage (?), nursing (but no lactation)

A/N: I wrote this in like 10 hours on a plane in between rounds of block blast so…if it’s not great you know why

You climb out of the quinjet, scanning your surroundings for your girlfriends. Every muscle in your body aches and you’re acutely aware of it as you carry your stuff towards the entrance of the stark tower. You were about to construe that your girlfriends had been sent on a mission while you were gone when you see a familiar pair of redheads walking towards you. You smile slightly, picking up your pace towards the women.

“Detka!” Wanda calls, pulling you close against her. You hug her back, before pulling back to brush your lips against hers.

“Fuck I missed you,” you complain, running a hand along her cheek until Natasha butts in.

“Where’s my hug?” She teases, and you turn to embrace the shorter woman.

“I love you babygirl,” she whispers in your ear, and you feel yourself relax a bit. Amid the adrenaline of your mission you hadn’t quite realized how much you had missed them.

“I love you too,” you whisper, breathing her in. Natasha kisses the corner of your mouth and then lets go of you. She grabs your bags and before you can protest is off towards the door. Wanda takes your hand and the two of you follow after her.

The three of you enter your room and you change into thr pajamas you had set out for yourself before you left. After, Wanda pulls you with her to the couch. You sit down and cuddle into her with your cheek on her shoulder. She leans over and brushes her lips across your forehead, and you relax into her a little more.

Natasha comes out to join you after dropping your stuff off in the laundry room to be dealt with later. She sits down next to you and you lean off Wanda a little to kiss her. She sighs into you, leisurely allowing herself to explore your mouth. The two of you part after a couple seconds and you fall back into your cuddle corner between your girlfriends.

“We need to do dinner, is there anything in particular you want babygirl?” Natasha asks, and you shrug. Thinking about food feels like too much right now. You’re sore and tired and tired of having to be on high alert all the time and haven’t seen your girlfriends in way too long. The last thing you want to do is make decisions.

“That’s not an answer, sweet girl,” Wanda says gently. “Yes or no, Detka?”

You shake your head. With the way Wanda is cooing at you it’s getting harder to remember what they’re asking you, and no seems like the easier answer. You pull Natasha a little closer to you and Wanda and snuggle deeper between the two women, letting yourself space out a little. Natasha pulls out her phone and starts looking at restaurants to get takeout from. It was your post-mission tradition to get takeout and watch a comfort show or movie while cuddled up on the couch.

“How does Indian food sound to you?” Natasha asks. You nod your head, not fully processing the words. She smiles at you, kissing your forehead.

“Ok princessa, I can do that.” She says. She leans in to kiss you softly and you lean into it, parting your lips in an invitation for her tounge. She pulls back, refusing to give you what you’re asking for. You whine softly.

“Sorry darling, I need to order food. You can try Wanda though, and I’ll make out with you later,” she chuckles softly. You sigh, turning to your other girlfriend.

“Kisses?” You ask.

“Of course my love,” she agrees, softly tipping your chin towards her before capturing her mouth in yours. You part your lips slightly and Wanda obliges, running her tounge along the inside of your mouth. She lightly explores the roof of your mouth and you sigh softly, your mind blanking. You push closer toward her and run your tounge against hers, earning a soft groan from her. The two of you make out for the next couple of minutes until you have to separate to catch your breath. You look over to see Natasha gazing at you lovingly from the doorway.

“I forgot how much I loved walking in on you doing that,” she says and her eyes darken slightly. “Did you enjoy making out with mommy?” She asks you softly. You feel your face heating as you nod.

“Shes good at it,” you say softly. Natasha nods knowingly.

“She is, isn’t she,” Natasha says. “I believe I’m going to have to remind myself though,” She moves to straddle Wanda, and the two women make out slowly right before you. You watch in a trance how Wanda chases Natasha’s lips and the two women moan into each other. When Natasha finally pulls away you can feel yourself soaking your underwear.

“Fuck,” you mumble, hastily looking away from the women.

“Aww, did our princessa enjoy watching mommy and daddy playing?” Natasha asks. You nod sheepishly.

“Yes daddy,” you mumble.

The doorbell rings and Natasha leaves for a second to retrieve the food from the door before coming back.

“Dinner time?” Wanda asks, and Natasha nods. She starts setting food up on the coffee table. You don’t even realize you’re spacing out until Wanda is handing you a plate of food.

“Thanks mommy,” you mumble. You spoon a couple of mouthfuls of food in your mouth but you soon find yourself distracted by how much you want your girlfriends. You hadn’t been fucked in at least two weeks due to your mission, and you had just been forced to watch your girlfriends have a hot make out session before being handed food like it was nothing.

“Everything ok, detka?” Natasha asks with a concerned look in her eyes. You nod.

“Just want you. You and mommy,” you confess. You force yourself to take another bite.

“Does my sweet girl need to be taken care of?” Natasha asks, and you nod ever so slightly. “I need you to use your words darling.”

“Yes daddy. Been in charge of things for too long,” you say. Your face burns, and you look back down at your food. Wanda takes your face in her hand and softly runs her thumb across your cheek.

“I’ll strike you a deal, sweetpea,” Wanda says. “You be good for mommy and let her give you food, and then mommy and daddy will take care of our little one,”

“Yes mommy,” you agree. Wanda gently takes your spoon from your hand and takes a scoop of food in it before lifting it to your mouth. You open your mouth obediently and eat the bite, flushing from the slight humiliation of having your girlfriend feed you.

“Our baby,” Natasha says softly, shifting you so you’re on her lap on the couch facing Wanda. She rubs up and down your arm softly as Wanda spoonfeeds you and praises you gently.

Soon you’ve finished your meal and you find yourself between two very proud girlfriends.

“You did so good darling,” Natasha praises as she runs her lips up and down your neck.

“Such a good girl,” Wanda coos before crashing her mouth into yours. You moan softly, somewhat out of surprise, before opening your lips to grant her entrance.

Wanda kisses you hard and you feel yourself soak your underwear even more. Natasha continues her assault on your neck with kisses and bites all up and down. She reaches under your pajama shirt to grab your boobs and begins to softly pinch and squeeze at them.

You groan into Wanda’s mouth, desperate to feel her skin on your own. You fiddle briefly with the hem of her shirt before reaching under it to unfasten her bra and palm her boobs, rubbing them in gentle circles and squeezing softly. She moans softly and you take the opportunity to bite her lip ever so slightly.

“Fuck baby girl,” she sighs, looking between you and Natasha. “Bedroom?”

You agree, and before you know it youre being carried bridal style to your bedroom by Natasha. You enter the room to see Wanda sitting on the bed with her shirt and bra off. Natasha places you in you other girlfriends lap, before proceeding to pull your shirt off.

“What do you want, princessa?” Natasha asks.

“You. Just wanna feel good. Want you in charge. Don’t wanna think anymore,” you whimper. You feel incredibly exposed in the best possible way, and you can feel it soaking your underwear and likely your pants even more.

“Baby wants mommy and daddy in charge?” Wanda asks. You nod.

“We can do that darling,” Natasha says. She reaches into the nightstand to grab something and you turn to face Wanda.

“Can I make you feel good mommy?” You ask.

“Sure detka,” she agrees. Natasha joins you on the bed, attaching her mouth to Wanda’s chest. You pull her pants and underwear off in one swift motion, and groan softly at her glistening pussy. You kiss at her thighs before moving up to taste her. You suck her clit and based on the noise she makes you’re pretty sure you just ascended to heaven. You continue licking and sucking at your girlfriend as her moans get louder.

“Add a couple of fingers,” Natasha instructs. You do, and Wanda makes a strangled noise between a moan and a cry.

“Now curl them,” Natasha reminds, and Wanda’s moans get more high pitched and breathier.

“Oh my god fuck you’re so good faster shit shit shit,” she cries out. She grips her hand in your hair as she grinds into you with her hips, her mind lost in pleasure. You allow your mind to go completely fuzzy at the feeling if your girlfriend using you and redouble your efforts. You speed up and add a finger inside her which earns you another cry of pleasure.

“Baby baby baby fuck don’t stop mommy is so close just…. Fuck…. Oh god I’m coming baby,” Wanda screams and you keep moving in an attempt to prolong her orgasm. When she finally falls still you remove your fingers from her and lick them clean.

“I love you,” you whisper, climbing up to nestle your head in Wanda’s neck on the other side from Natasha.

“I love you too sweet girl. That was amazing,” Wanda responds. You lay there for another minute until Natasha breaks the silence.

“I believe I owe my baby girl a make out session?” She asks with a smirk. You nod and lean over Wanda, towards Natasha. You realize immediately what she was grabbing earlier-settled on her hips is a strap on that you don’t recognize.

She chuckles and deftly maneuvers over Wanda to straddle you with your back against the bed frame. She grabs both your hands and pins them above your head with one of hers and tangles her tongue in yours. You let out a strangled moan as Natasha ravishes your mouth. She allows her other hand to roam your chest before reaching under your pants to ghost your clit through your underwear.

You make a cry of utter need and desperation and buck your hips up slightly. Natasha eases your pants off and runs her finger up and down your slit above your underwear at a torturously slow pace. You whimper again. You think if she keeps this up you’ll start crying.

Thankfully, Wanda seems to hear your silent prayers.

“Come on, love, give her something,” Wanda reminds. “Give me a show,”

Natasha pulls her mouth away from yours and nods. She pulls you to a laying position with your hands still above above your head.

“Wanda, darling, could you hold our baby girls hands up here for me?” Natasha asks. Wanda nods and moves to interlace her fingers with yours while holding both your hands solidly above your head. Natasha sides down the length of your body to align herself with you and leans down to place a kiss on your collar bone.

“You ready detka?” Natasha asks. You nod and Natasha shifts her hips forwards to slowly push the length of the girthy strap into you. You groan in pain for a couple moments as Natasha remains still inside you, letting you adjust. Suddenly, you feel a clawing need bloom inside you and you shift your hips up and whimper.

“‘M ready daddy please,” you whine out. Natasha begins to thrust her hips and you cry out.

“Fuuuuuuuuck,” you moan as you throw your head back. Natasha smirks down at you.

“So beautiful,” she whispers. Wanda moves one of her hands to wrap it around your throat and squeezes ever so slightly. You let out a breathy whimper at the deprivation of such a basic need.

“Our little slut,” Wanda degrades as she leans down to bite your lip.

“Mommy and daddy’s slut,” you whimper out. You feel Wanda’s grip tighten ever so slightly.

“Ours,” she growls.

“You want a little surprise baby girl?” Natasha pants out. You nod and Natasha reaches down to adjust something on her strap. Then all of a sudden, the strap itself begins to vibrate. You buck your hips up, needing more desperately.

“Fuck daddy I love that,” you cry out. Natasha starts speeding up, and you can feel yourself getting close.

“Daddy I’m so close can I come?” You ask.

“Beg for it,” Natasha answers. Almost at the same time, Wanda abandons constraining your hands above your head to reach down to run quick circles around your clit, making the formation of sentences nearly impossible.

“Daddy-fuck please let-shit let me come. I need it s-so bad. Please I need it I’m-I’m so close. So fucking close,” you whimper, tears running down your face by the end of it. Natasha nods appreciatively.

“Come for me princessa. Let mommy and daddy hear you,” she orders. You let the coil in your stomach snap and you feel yourself go rigid under her as pleasure sparkles across your body and you scream. Natasha keeps going for another few seconds before collapsing on top of you, having come herself. You just lay there for a couple minutes, and Wanda lays down next to the two of you to pepper both of your faces in soft kisses.

After a couple minutes of basking in one another’s presence, Natasha leans up to claim your lips in a soft kiss.

“You did so good little one,” she whispers and you smile.

“You’re our good girl,” Wanda adds before kissing your temple. “I’m going to go get water,” she informs you and Natasha. You barely register the information but just trust Natasha to remember it for you. You nestle your face in Natasha’s neck and softly suckle at it and she sighs contentedly.

You hear Wanda walk it, and Natasha pulls away from you gently.

“I need to pull out now detka,” Natasha says, and you grumble in protest but let her move. As soon as Natasha is off you, Wanda scoops you into her lap while Natasha removes the harness from her hips. You try to hide in Wanda’s neck but she stops you.

“Ah ah detka I need you to drink some water for me,” she coaxes as she brings a glass towards you. You shake your head fussily. You want cuddles, not liquid.

“Can mommy help her little girl drink her water?” Wanda asks. You nod, realizing she isn’t going to drop it. Wanda brings the glass towards your mouth and pours a little gently into your mouth, and you swallow it. She does it again before placing the glass down to be finished later.

You hear Natasha re-enter the room and realize she must have left. She climbs onto the bed and meets you at eye level.

“Hey princessa. Can daddy clean you up a little?” She asks softly. You nod, adjusting yourself in Wanda’s lap so that Natasha can clean up between your legs. She reaches under you to give your other girlfriend the same treatment.

Your girlfriends have a short interaction that you don’t really absorb but the next thing you know Natasha is picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom. She places you on the covered toilet where she and Wanda alternate between getting themselves and you ready for bed. Then, Natasha carries you back to the bed where she puts you under the covers. She and Wanda follow, cuddling you from all sides.

“Mommy can I have suckies,” you ask cutely, pawing gently at Wanda’s chest. She nods and turns her body closer towards you so you can reach.

“Of course little one,” she says. You latch yourself onto one of her boobs, sighing softly at the sensation.

“Love you guys,” you mumble around Wanda’s boob.

“We love you too baby girl,”

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whatidonthaveanyhomework · 5 months ago

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Enjoying the view?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: basically Natasha takes care of you after a long day (with sex)

Warnings: smut, dom Natasha, sub reader, degradation, mommy kink, biting(?), slight overstimulation, aftercare, subspace

A/N: I’ve never written anything before so idk how good this is, please don’t be mean to me

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You stumble into your house, tired from your day at work. You had overslept and spent the entire day running from meeting to meeting. All you really wanted to do was come home and spend time with your girlfriend. As you step into the house, you’re greeted with the scent of pizza in the oven. In the kitchen you find Natasha tossing a bagged salad. As you enter the room she comes over to you and leans in for a kiss.

“Hi detka,” she mumbles against your lips, pulling you into a tight embrace. You breathe in the scent of her shampoo, reveling in the soft domesticity of the moment.

“Hi love,” you respond, as Natasha pulls back, placing another quick kiss on your lips before returning to her salad.

“How was your day?” She asks, pouring the salad dressing packet into her salad as you lean against the island in your kitchen. You sigh and roll your eyes.

“Well, I woke up and my girlfriend wasn’t there to kiss me, and then I nearly missed the bus, and then Steve sent me to all my meetings and then all of Wanda’s since she’s on sick leave, and I got curry on my pants at lunch,” you complain. Natasha gives the salad a final toss before pulling you into another hug, her hand rubbing comforting circles on your back.

“I’m sorry angel. That’s exhausting,” she consoles and you nod, pulling her body closer to yours.

The timer on the pizza beeps, and Natasha pulls away, placing an apologetic kiss on your hairline. She takes the pizza out of the oven, and the two of you set the table to eat.

During dinner, Natasha keeps close to you, always in physical contact with you in some way. You lean into it, grateful for the comfort in your tired state. After dinner, the two of you head upstairs to shower before getting in bed. You climb into the shower and take turns washing each other before changing into pajamas and climbing in bed together to watch a show.

Climbing into bed, Natasha pulls you onto her lap, holding you against her body tightly. You place your head on her shoulder to admire your girlfriend, noticing her soft lips and ample cleavage her tank top provides. You breathe in her scent, mostly ignoring the show you’ve both seen a million times.

Natasha looks down at you, an amused smile gracing her lips.

“Enjoying the view?” She teases and you blush, casting your eyes downward, and nod.

“Yes Natty,” you say, suddenly very shy. Natasha chuckles softly, lifting your chin with a single finger to meet her gaze. You look into her eyes, and see them darken, heat pooling at your core. Natasha pulls you in, lips meeting.

The kiss starts soft, but quickly turns more passionate as Natasha takes control, forcing your tongue back into your mouth. You moan softly at the sensation, and Natasha pulls you impossibly closer, her fingers tangling in your hair as the other hand grips your waist.

Throwing your arms around her neck, you move to straddle your girlfriend’s lap. Natasha trails kisses down your neck, and you sigh at the sensation. She finds your pulse point and sucks on it, leaving a mark. You whimper, wanting more.

“Oh darling, is someone needy?” She asks in a condescending tone that goes straight to your core. “I need words, detka,” she says, as you try to retake control over your voice.

“Yes.” You whine, fiddling with the hem of her shirt.

“Well, I guess we should do something about that, shouldn't we detka?” She asks, her voice dropping an octave. You nod adamantly as she maneuvers the two of you so that the two of you are laying on the bed, with her on top of you, straddling your waist. Natasha yanks your (her) shirt off your chest, which she quickly follows with her own.

Your mind goes fuzzy at the sight of your girlfriend shirtless on top of you, and you nearly moan when she grabs your wrists and pins them above your head, leaning down to kiss you again.

The kiss is all tongue and teeth and you groan as Natasha bits softly on your bottom lip.

“Oh, does my babygirl like it when I bite her?” She asks.

“Yes Mommy,” you sigh out, desperate for her to touch you. Mercifully, she also seems desperate to move her touch lower, and runs one of her hands over your chest, rolling your nipple between her fingers.

“Fuck,” you cry, back arching up into her body and squeezing your legs together to try to aliviate the ache. Natasha lightly slaps your chest, and you can feel more arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Watch your language detka,” she commands. “Only good girls get to come.” You nod, breaking eye contact.

“‘M sorry Mommy. I’ll be good,” you say, and are rewarded a moment later by Natasha’s mouth on your chest as her hands travel down to your stomach, tracing random patterns there before following lower, lifting your hips to pull your pajama pants off.

She pulls your legs open, dragging her nails lightly down the inside of your thighs. Bringing her hand further up, she ghosts her fingers against your folds over top of your underwear before pressing softly on your clit. You whine, but hold still, knowing Natasha won’t take kindly to you chasing her fingers.

“Please touch me,” you wine, earning a low chuckle as the redhead slips your underwear off and starts lightly rubbing circles around your clit. You whimper, rolling your hips lightly against her finger.

“Hold on a second sweetheart.” She said, removing her hand from your clit and planting an apologetic kiss on your lips. You grumble at the loss of friction, pressing your legs together to try to alleviate the ache between them as Natasha rummaged through her nightstand drawers.

“Ah ah keep those legs open for me love,” Natasha said, yanking her harness over her hips. You pull them apart again, whining.

“None of that sweet girl. Let Mommy take care of you,” she said, teasing your entrance with the tip of her strap before sinking into you. You let out a strangled moan.

“Oh baby do you like that?” Natasha teases, thrusting into you hard and deep.

“Y-yes Mommy,” you respond, eyes rolling back in your head as you hold the sheets below you in a death grip in an attempt to ground yourself. Natasha speeds up, enjoying your desperate state. You bite your lip, trying not to scream as the pleasure mounts inside you.

“Ohh baby you look so pretty falling apart for mommy,” Natasha says. She leans down over you, grabbing one of your boobs to gain leverage so she could thrust harder into you.

“Mommyyyyy,” you moan out.

“What do you need, princess?” She asks, leaning closer to ghost your mouth.

“C-can you please bite me?” You ask, your breathing speeding up as you approach your climax.

“Aww, my dirty girl wants to be bitten?” Natasha mocks, kissing your neck lightly.

“Please mommy I’m so close I’m so close please bite me,” you cry out.

“Ok honey, you can come whenever you like,” Natasha says. She bites the juncture between your neck and your shoulder, and the coil in your stomach snaps. Pleasure washes over you, and you cry out, clinging onto Natasha. However, Natasha keeps going.

“M-mommy what are you doing?” You ask, the overstimulation a little much.

“Mmh-sorry princess mommy’s just so close,” Natasha says, her hips becoming erratic as the strap slams into you, hitting her clit just right. A couple seconds later, she lets out a low groan as she grips you tightly, coming. Then she collapses on top of you.

You lay there together for a couple seconds before Natasha pulls you into a soft kiss.

“Are you ok angel?” Natasha asks, softly tracing her hands across your body.

“Of course mommy,” you say, pulling her back on top of you, just needing to feel her skin on yours.

“Ok good. You did so well.” She praises, stroking your hair. The two of you stay there for a while, holding each other, before Natasha starts to pull away again. You tighten your grip on her, confused as to why she’s moving.

“I’m sorry baby girl I have to pull out so we can clean up for bed,” Natasha says, and you reluctantly let her pull away and out, grimacing.

“Ssh it’s ok baby,” Natasha coos, pulling you back into her arms and picking you up to carry you to the bathroom. She gently wipes between your legs with a wet washcloth, and then proceeds to lovingly wash your face and do your skincare routine for you. You lean into her touch, dimly aware of what’s happening, until you feel her place something in your hand.

“Hey babygirl,” Natasha says as she sees your eyes focus on her. “Can you brush your teeth for me?”

You nod, lazily running the toothbrush across your teeth, as your girlfriend quickly gets herself ready for bed. She then takes the toothbrush from you, and a few moments later she’s hoisting you up and taking you to bed. She tucks you in before cuddling up behind you.

“Night angel,” she whispers, kissing the side of your head.

“Mmm love you,” you mumble.

“Love you too sweet girl.”

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thx for reading, pls don’t plagiarize me

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