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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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Holy shit why does Tumblr always know when I'm rewatching a show

Delayed gratification

I unlock the door to our apartment feeling like a bus hit me. Twice. No. A truck and a bus. No. A whole train.

I robotically take my coat and shoes of and make my way to the Kitchen.

I can hear Lin cooking. The wonderful smell of seaweed noodles fills my senses and I can feel my mouth watering.

When I enter the kitchen Lin looks up at me and chuckles.

“You look like you need a drink. Ruff day?”

“Yeah…I need more than a drink tho.”

“If your gonna get drunk you’ll have a hangover and-“

Lin cuts herself off when I drop on my knees in front of her.

“Tui and La you are stunning Lin.”

“Wha-“

My hands find her hips and I tug down her sweats. Looping my fingers around her lace briefs I look up at her while pulling them down agonisingly slow. A look of anticipation and confusion painted on her beautiful face.

When her briefs hit the floor atop of her work sweats I focus on my original plan.

I lean forward my hands still on her hips and lick along her sex from her entrance to her clit. She let’s out a gasp, her right hand clutching the wooden spoon she had used to stir the noodles, the left flying to the kitchen island to steady herself.

Smirking I started to suck on her clit causing her to moan loudly.

“Y/n~ please… oh~ the f-food is going to burn.”

“Then you better make sure it doesn’t Love.”

Sliding a finger into her I start to curl my finger and suck harder on her clit.

When I feel her dripping onto my hand I add a second finger and start to build a rhythm of pulling my fingers almost fully out and thrusting them back in immediately after whilst teasing her clit with my tongue.

I reach up with my free hand to turn the stove off so that our food doesn’t burn.

Lin is now a moaning and whimpering mess her hips thrusts to match my fingers getting more erratic. I know she’s close so I pull my fingers fully out of her and stop sucking on her clit. She needs a moment to comprehend what just happened but after a few seconds her brain catches up to her denied orgasm.

“Y/n what the fuck I was so close I-“

I cut her off with a kiss sliding my tongue over her bottom lip asking for entrance.

Fighting for dominance I let her take control until she suddenly breaks our kiss.

“Y/n please continue! I was so close why did you stop?”

“I said I needed more than an alcoholic drink didn’t I?”

Dropping to my knees my mouth finds her clit again sucking on it. After a short but definitely well spent minute I lick a long stripe along her pussy and start to eat her out sliding my tongue inside of her. When her thighs start to tremble and the wooden spoon she was holding falls to the floor I start to rub circles around her clit.

“Y/n please I’m so close! D-don’t stop! Ahh~”

When her knees start to buckle I try my best to hold her up with my free hand while she rides out her orgasm.

After her thighs stop shaking and her breathing has regulated a bit I reach for her hands which are still clutching our kitchen counter and the kitchen island with an iron grip and take them into mine guiding her to sit on the floor and lean against the island.

After Lin is safely sat on our kitchen floor and is not in active danger of falling, I get up to fetch her a Glas of cool water setting it beside her on the floor with a soft clink.

“T-thanks.”

She almost whispers in her slightly gravely post-orgasm-voice. I lean down to Cup her cheeks and capture her lips in a soft kiss.

“Anything for you my Love.”

I head over to the bathroom and wet one of our softer towels with warm water to clean Lin up.

When I return to the Kitchen I’m barely able to catch Lins falling head from hitting the cold granite tiles of our kitchen.

“Darling I would appreciate if you cold stay awake a little longer so I can clean you up and take you to the couch.” I say with a chuckle.

“okay~” Lin responds with a sigh.

After I clean her up I toss the towel in the laundry basket in the laundry room an pick her up bridal stile to carry her to our couch.

By the time I make it to the couch and lay her down she’s fast asleep softly breathing with a serene expression on her face. I kiss her forehead and cover her with a blanket before making my way to the kitchen to finish cooking.

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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LORD HAVE MERCY

good morning ࿏ wm

summary: in which you decide to get what you want first thing in the morning.

words: 3.9k

warnings: top!wanda, power bottom!reader, dubcon/noncon, breeding kink, cumstrap (r receiving), somno (r giving), blowjob on cumstrap (r giving), enhanced strap, brief choking, just imagining slutting top!wanda out like this woeidbsibfwioe its the power bottom in me

this fic is for 18+ only. minors dni. read with discretion.

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The room was cool and the bed warm by the time you woke up. Legs shifting smoothly under the crisp sheets, you could hear the faint chirp of a lone bird outside the window along with what sounded like a gentle spring morning rain shower.

Plat plat plat plat the rain softly tapped against the window and quietly onto the roof above you. It was a sleepy rain, an early morning rain whose clouds blocked the sun from glaring through your window. It made waking a little easier, a little more soft.

The other thing that made waking a peaceful experience was the warm body you were tangled up with. The soft, curled ends of light brown hair tickled your bare shoulder, and it was the first thing you saw in the dim room as you opened your eyes. Your head rose and fell slowly with Wanda’s steady breath. It was resting on her bare chest, the skin there hot against your ear. She always slept so hot.

Your legs were tangled with hers, your arm thrown across her torso. As you blinked your eyes awake, you tilted your head upwards to get an angle of her from below. The stretch of her jawbone, the mountain of her cheekbones just beyond it. Heavy eyelashes fluttered closed, deep pink lips pursed in her sleep. The crinkle between her eyebrows that was always there when she slept. She was starting to get a permanent wrinkle from it, and while she was embarrassed of it, you told her it was just the imprint of all the dreams she’d ever had right there in one wrinkle between her brows so she would never forget them. Wanda was always a deep dreamer, for better or worse.

The puffy comforter you shared rested right below her breasts, likely pushed down during her overheated sleep. Her hair was splayed over her chest, barely covering the peaks of her soft pink nipples. Her skin looked pale and soft under the dim gloomy morning light. You let your hand glide over the soft expanse of her tummy, fingers pressing into her flesh as you shift, waking up a little more. Letting out a silent yawn, you casually let your hand stroll further down beneath the blanket, being thrown off guard a little when your hand touches cool silicone between her legs.

It was Wanda’s new creation still left strapped around her hips via harness from last night’s endeavors. It took a lot of research and magical effort for Wanda to create her enchanted strap that functions like a biological part of her body. Using her magic, she enchanted the strap so that she can feel through it and cum through it. Let’s just say the first few tries once she perfected it could be described as very quick, hot, and wet on her end. It was the most mind-blowing feeling she had ever felt, being able to feel you inside. Even now, a few weeks later, she still warns you how sensitive it still is, which you could tell from the beginning because of how fast she came with you.

Wanda’s magic was very powerful—spontaneous creation. For that reason, she insisted on wearing a condom the first several times using the enchanted strap out of fear of accidental pregnancy, though you knew she secretly had a breeding kink. Finally, she stopped using condoms, but she still pulled out of you every time. It was hot, seeing her get so close to just doing it, to just letting go and planting her cum deep inside you. You could see it on her face every time. But every time, milliseconds before release, she pulls out and chooses to spill all over your tummy or back instead. Of course, that was also hot in its own right. But you desperately wanted her to cum inside. You weren’t sure if it was the risk or the ownership aspect of it, but you fucking needed it.

And you knew she wanted it too. She had a tendency to hold you down when she’s about to cum, almost as if she is about to force you to take her cum, which you willingly would take every single drop. You even told her in a heated moment of passion to cum inside you once, and she almost did accidentally. Hearing you say that made her orgasm immediately, and she had to frantically pull out right as she spurted all over your mound, making sounds you’d never heard her make.

And now, in the dim morning light with cozy rain coming from outside, and Wanda’s soft, warm sleeping body with her cock in your hand as you thought over all these times with the new magical piece, you wanted it.

But she was so pretty and peaceful in her sleep with her crinkled brow of dreams and her slowly rising and falling chest. You wouldn’t wake her.

Licking your lips, you shifted your body so that you hovered over her, taking great care in slinking down her body without moving the blankets or the bed too much. With the hem of the blanket resting at the back of your neck, you rested your elbows over her plush thighs, eyeing the strap that now sat right in front of your face.

Humming, you trail your fingers to the harness straps, fiddling with the fabric on her hips for a moment before you carefully let them trail to the base of her cock, taking it in your fist gently. Glancing back up to her, you saw the same image—her head resting on the pillow, turned to the side, sleeping peacefully like an angel. The warmth between your legs grew as you formulated the plan of your desires, licking your lips and coming closer to her strap.

You placed Wanda’s length in your mouth. It surprised you every time how big she was—an advantage she smugly gave herself when crafting her piece. Suctioning your lips, you began to swirl your tongue around the tip of the strap with a gentle but purposeful pressure.

It didn’t take long before your mouth ignited the spell within the strap, and her magic peered through the silicone in cracks that looked like molten lava in a crimson hue. That’s how you knew she was aroused now, and as you looked up at her again, she was still sleeping as peacefully as ever.

It took some practice for you to understand how to give your girlfriend a blowjob since it was your first time, but Wanda was patient and could get off with basically any touch you gave her with how sensitive the strap felt when she wore it anyways.

So you lowered your mouth further down on her strap that was warming up between your lips, keeping your hand on the base to keep it steady. Letting your other hand gently squeeze her thigh, you sucked her gently, wanting to make her feel good but not wanting to wake her up. It startled you when, as you took her entirety in your mouth so that the tip of her cock poked the back of your throat, Wanda’s legs twitched under you. It was only once and, looking up as you deepthroated her, you saw that the sleeping look on her face remained unchanged.

The depth with which you took her in your throat prompted tears to form in your eyes and saliva in your mouth. Sniffling, you kept taking her all the way in and then suctioning as you lifted your mouth from her, letting your tongue flick around her tip before deepthroating her again. You were slow and gentle, but she was hot and throbbing with magical arousal. You could even smell it on her now and, reaching down under the base where her slit was, you found that she was wet there, too.

Getting excited, you bobbed your head perhaps a little too hard, and she twitched again, this time letting her head sway to the other side. You paused, waiting for any sign of further movement or signs of being awake, but she was still deep asleep, the crease in her brow deeper now. You went back to sucking her off dutifully, and as wet sounds filled the air, Wanda moved again, this time arching her back. The movement sent her hips bucking up, which shoved her cock into your throat unexpectedly, causing you to choke on her girth.

Recovering, you continued carefully and watched as she twitched and squirmed in her sleep, somehow still staying deep asleep even as you could feel her throb faster. Her lips fell open at one point, soft gasps of air filling the quiet, dim room along with your wet sucking sounds. Her body heated up even more under your hands, and she started to buck her hips more.

Picking up your speed, you deepthroated her more and more, choking yourself on her strap while she grew even more restless. You knew she was seconds away from cumming, so you grabbed the base of her strap and sucked harder and faster. Finally, with a whispery, sleepy moan, and a more violent twitch of her hips, Wanda came in your mouth. You kept your mouth around her, feeling her warm cum gush at the back of your throat and ooze down it. You waited, letting her twitch and gasp and push out every last drop of cum before you finally swallowed it and took her out of your mouth. She was sweet to the taste with just a hint of metal, an interesting mix of her magic that reminded you of the taste of her real arousal.

There were many benefits to this magical creation of Wanda’s, one of many being that there was an unlimited supply.

Her cock now wet and shiny and slightly glowing, you carefully crawled back up her body and straddled her. She had almost immediately fallen back into utter stillness as soon as she came, except for her chest that was rising and falling much faster now. Biting your lip, you reached down and took her breasts into your hands, squeezing and letting your thumb roll over her nipples that were already rock hard for you. You could feel her cock, resting below your thigh, twitch and throb, basically vibrating with magic. All you could taste was her cum that coated the inside of your mouth, the taste still soaked into your tongue.

She just looked so pretty, even more relaxed now, having just helplessly cum in your mouth without even knowing it. Leaning down, you pressed a chaste kiss to her still lips before moving your mouth to her neck and pressing soft, wet kisses there. You let your hand grope her breasts for a moment before sliding it down and rubbing her tummy, lowering it further and further until you reached below yourself and took her strap in your hand again.

Still kissing her neck, and feeling her twitch once below you, you adjusted yourself over her cock and rubbed your throbbing, wet slit down her length, not letting it go inside. You remember the first time you did that, before she ever went inside you with the new strap, and she had prematurely came. She had been so embarrassed, taking off the cum-filled condom and tearing the strap off of her and getting up, but you’d found it so hot. You loved having this control over her. You loved knowing that you held this power over her, that you could make her cum so easily, that she desired you so much that she found it hard to even have any control. You wanted to tease her constantly, to degrade her and embarrass her by using her desire for you against her.

Wanda’s sleepy breaths hitched as you rubbed your warm, wet folds up and down her length, leaving a wet, sticky trail on the strap. She shifted under you, turning her head back to the other side. Her eyebrows creased deeper, her face contorting into a look of neediness as she subconsciously bucked her hips, pushing herself harder onto you. Chuckling, you gave her one last kiss on her neck before sitting up fully, unable to control yourself anymore. You wanted to get what you truly wanted out of her before she woke up.

Your breathing growing heavier, along with the rain pattering much harder on the window outside, you lined Wanda’s cock up with your entrance, letting it sit there pressed against it for a moment. You took a deep breath—her size still surprised you, and you still needed to relax and prepare yourself before taking her in. Thanks to the blowjob and how wet you were, there was enough lubrication for you to lower yourself down on her cock, feeling her slide right in and stretch your walls around her.

“Fuck,” you whispered as you stopped halfway, feeling a tinge of pain. Wanda shifted beneath you, which didn’t help, so you just took another deep breath and basically slammed yourself down on her, Wanda’s entire cock ramming deep inside you.

As if on cue, right as you let out a louder shriek than you meant to because of the way her cock hit your cervix, Wanda also let out a sleepy form of a moan, her head swaying to the side as her legs shifted under the blankets below you.

Placing your hands on her shoulders, you stayed still and felt her throb inside you as she squirmed, watching her eyes scroll side to side behind her eyelids. Biting your lip, you slowly lifted yourself off halfway before coming back down again, nearly seeing stars when she hit your deepest point again.

It was obvious that doing this wasn’t going to keep her asleep for much longer. She was still moving, eyelids fluttering, lips twitching as if trying to speak between her growing breaths. She was breathing faster now, redness blooming on her cheeks.

There was no point in being careful now. Grinding your teeth together, you rolled your hips, throwing your head back as she hit your sweet spot in your lower tummy. She was so big that her cock was basically all you could feel as you rode her, feeling pure pleasure bloom inside you as you anticipated the ending you were dreaming about.

“Mmmm-nnnn” Wanda murmured as she squirmed more beneath you, kicking at the sheets covering her feet and arching her back. “Ahhh…” She was starting to come to, being lured by your actions into an in-between state between sleeping and waking. She was arching her back off the bed and bucking her hips up into you, natural instinct to have more friction and be as close to you as possible coming through.

Power filled you as you stared down at the helpless witch, her cock lodged deep inside you, throbbing as you bounced on it. You bit the tip of your tongue and squeezed her shoulders, digging your nails into her skin as you rode her cock.

The feeling of your nails in Wanda’s skin was the one thing that brought her into awareness. Her eyelashes fluttered, mouth dropping open. Finally, her eyes opened fully, exposing those pretty irises that were usually green but were now a deep, sleepy crimson red from the magic she was subconsciously using.

A grin slashed across your own face, your tummy filled with excitement as you watched the look of confusion on Wanda’s once peaceful face. This was the second moment you were anticipating the most. Her eyebrows contorted in confusion as she stared up at you, her eyes blank with dumb sleepiness at first as her mouth let out heavy breaths. Then she blinked a few times, her eyes falling down over your body and to her own. She saw her cock, glistening with wet, appear halfway with every other bounce you made. She watched it appear as you lifted up, and then disappear again as you slapped yourself down on her lap.

Then she felt it. The tight, wet warmth. The squeezing of your walls around her. The more textured parts around your cervix, how much warmer and tighter you felt the deeper she was. Your lips smushed against the base of her cock when you had her fully inside. The ridges of your cunt massaging her length as you jerked up and down on her, the friction feeling like a white hot flame of pleasure with each stroke.

Her mouth fell open wider with a loud, startled moan, her hands immediately slapping onto your hips and holding them. “Baby!” she exclaimed in surprise, trying to blink the bleariness out of her eyes as you continued fucking yourself on her.

You giggled at her reaction, how she was confused but so turned on and so obviously overwhelmed by the feeling of you milking her cock as soon as she woke up, this being the very first thing her consciousness experienced this rainy morning. You felt her cock swell a little inside you, now that she was awake with her magic.

Her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes squeezing shut as she hissed through her teeth, her hips trembling as you slammed down onto them. “Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck,” she croaked, her voice sleepy and husky and burning hot in your ear.

“I always wanted to wake you up like this,” you whispered, scratching down her chest and over her nipples, causing her to let out the cutest little high-pitched whimper.

“Fuck,” was all she could whisper, holding your hips as they bounced up and down on her length.

You could see the sweat breaking on her forehead, the flush in her cheeks, the way her tummy tightened under your palm. She was getting close.

“D-Did you use prot-protection?” Wanda stammered, her brown hair starting to stick to her temples. She knew the answer. She could feel it, but she needed to ask anyway.

Chuckling, you let out a pornographic moan just to make her shudder and then said, “Nope.”

Wanda’s eyes widened a little in panic. She could already feel herself leaking a little, or maybe it was just your wetness, which was also dripping down her shaft and onto her thighs. Through the slight panic in your eye you could see the desperation, the idea she always dreams about sitting right there in her brain.

You purposefully clenched, and she bit her lip and threw her head back, her body lifting off the bed as she pushed herself into you. You gasped at the depth but used your strength to pin her hips back down to the bed.

“Baby,” she breathed, her eyes barely open. “Baby, get up.” Her voice grew breathy with quickness. “I’m gonna cum. Get up.” She slapped your hip a few times to make you get up, but you kept riding her.

“No,” you purred, leaning down closer to her face and smirking. “You can easily push me off if you want to.” You watched her, struggling to keep her eyes open, her body moving with your bouncing, look up at you with such a strong mix of horror and desire on her face. You waited, but she only continued to struggle beneath you, not making any effort to use her magic or strength to push you off. “So why don’t you?”

Wanda whined, throwing her head back and closing her eyes as if just looking at you was going to make her bust. Her nails dug into your hips as she trembled, looking like the pleasure was turning into pain as you continued to ride her. There was no way she would actively deny you. She could stop herself all she wanted when it was her in control, but if you were going to take it from her, she couldn’t not acquiesce.

“Baby, please,” she murmured through gritted teeth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes from the struggle to keep herself from cumming. You knew she could stop it if she wanted to—you didn’t have her physically wrangled, and even if you did, her magic could put an end to it immediately. “Please, get up, I can’t hold it.”

Grinning, you slam your hand over her throat, and she gasps, choking slightly as you squeeze her throat. “You’re so cute like this,” you whisper, “Begging me to stop. You’re the one who can’t control yourself.”

Tears were falling down her cheeks now. “Please, please,” she begged, her eyes squeezed shut. “Please, baby, I can’t—I can’t hold it—I’m gonna cum, fuck, please…”

“Do it. Give me all your cum,” you hiss, riding her harder to the point where the bedframe slams against the wall. Wanda, choking on the pressure of your hand around her throat, trembled and violently twitched below and inside you as she tried her hardest to hold it. But she was hot to the touch, and so were you, and your cunt felt so good squeezing around her cock, and you were taking complete advantage of her which she found to be so hot, and she hadn’t been able to stop dreaming about breeding you for weeks now, and it was all too much for her to even stop it.

“Fuck, baby, fuck, get off, I’m gonna… fuck, fuck fuck!”

Wanda’s nails dug into your hips as her words turned into incoherent babbles, her mouth falling wide open and her body lifting completely off the bed as she finally lost all control. You tried to watch her as long as you could, but your eyes fluttered closed when finally you felt her cock give one last hard twitch before loads of her burning hot cum went gushing deep inside you, splashing the wall of your cervix and filling your tummy all up.

The feeling made you cum, shivering on top of her and squeezing around her which only prolonged her orgasm even more. Wanda saw flashing images of you pregnant, which had been fueling what she thought was fear for weeks now, but she was learning just now that that fear was pure fetish. She tugged your hips down onto her and pushed herself as deep inside you as possible as she loaded you with her cum, surprising you with her strength as she kept you in a complete hold.

After a few moments, when she had filled you with all she had to give, which was a shocking amount this time because of how long she had held it, and you were limp against her chest, recovering from your own orgasm, Wanda finally relaxed, letting go of your hips and closing her eyes.

“Fuck,” she breathed, panting as sweat rolled down her tear-streaked face. You were quiet for a minute, relishing the feeling of a full tummy of Wanda’s cum, her cock throbbing gently in your cunt. You were so glad she’d enchanted that strap.

Finally, you hummed, looking up at her. She looked dazed and fuzzy-minded, her eyes hooded and cheeks blushing red from embarrassment. She sighed and grinned sheepishly, placing her hands over her face. You smirked. “That was a lot better than cumming on my tits, right?”

Wanda breathed. “Well, good morning to you, too.”

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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Dude amen

Giving In

Warning: Nat has a Penis, 18+ Only, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha is holding herself back. Little does she know that Wanda already knows and decides to give the redhead an incentive...

Words: 934

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Natasha was alone at the gym in the Avenger Compound, in the middle of unleashing a flurry of punches at a large punching bag.

It was past four thirty in the afternoon, an odd hour to be training. Most of the Avengers that lived in the Compound either did their training during the early hours of the morning or in the dead of night. These days, Natasha preferred to train alone. The cause to the shift in her training schedule was frustrating, with only herself to blame.

It started when she came across Wanda showering in the locker room after a rough morning of cross-country training from Steve. Wanda heard her come in (they were the only girls on the team so it was easy to guess it was Natasha) and asked her to get her a towel. When Natasha returned with a freshly cleaned and dried towel, Wanda shut off the shower head and stepped out of her shower cubicle, her bare self fully exposed for Natasha's eyes to drink in. It was the first time she ever saw Wanda naked and almost instantly, Natasha felt her cock twitch in her pants, and it was only getting harder. Wanda asked her what was wrong, but Natasha said nothing and quickly excused herself.

That was a week ago.

Every time she saw Wanda, her body had a strong response to the young witch's presence. Natasha became distracted every time they were within proximity of each other. The head on her shoulders could not focus on anything else because the head between her legs could only think about being buried deep inside Wanda. It got to the point she had to actively avoid Wanda if Natasha wanted to get any semblance of work done.

She knew that Wanda noticed the shift in her behavior. After all, Natasha was making no effort in hiding the fact she'd leave the room whenever Wanda walked in. Natasha would make eye contact with the young woman for five seconds and she could feel whatever pants she would be wearing at the time to suddenly feel tight. It was incredibly frustrating that her body was reacting like a hormonal teenage boy, and she couldn't stop it.

Natasha finished her workout panting heavily, beads of sweat sliding down her face.

Her body felt hot, and she knew it wasn't because of exercise.

She wondered how much longer she could last before she would break.

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"Goddammit. I don't understand how the hell Tony built this damn compound without a working dishwasher. It's been a week already," Natasha muttered to herself while slowly going through the massive pile of dishes in the sink (she was going to have a talk with Sam later).

"Need some help?"

Natasha froze.

She turned to her right to find Wanda standing beside her, a small towel in hand. The moment their eyes met, Natasha felt her cock throb in her sweatpants. She wanted to get away and privately relieve herself, but her sense of responsibility and not wanting leave Wanda with the pile of dishes won over her desire to leave.

Natasha tried to hide her growing erection by having the leg closest to Wanda positioned a bit forward, praying the brunette did not notice. "Sure, I could use help drying."

Wanda nodded and took a plate from Natasha.

They stood beside each other and silently went through the stack of plates, silverware, and coffee mugs. Natasha wondered why Wanda wasn't saying anything else considering this was the first time they've spoken to each in over a week.

When she handed Wanda the last of the dishes, Natasha turned off the faucet and hastily dried her hands. "Thanks for your help, Wanda. I'm-"

Wanda cut her off and backed her against the counter, placing her hands on either side of Natasha and trapping her.

"You're not running away again, Natasha. I won't let you."

"W-Wanda, wait...!"

But Wanda didn't listen. She pushed her pelvis against the older woman's.

Natasha shuddered at the contact and swallowed back a moan. She could tell she was fully erect, and it was impossible for Wanda to not feel it herself.

"Did you really believe I didn't notice the reason you've been avoiding me?" Wanda spoke in a low whisper, eyes never leaving Natasha's packing pair. "This... lively thing?" She traced the full length of Natasha's erection, starting from the base and slowly making her way up to the tip.

Natasha gritted her teeth and gripped the counter with such force her knuckles turned white when Wanda began stroking her through her sweatpants. She felt something burning, something primal, welling up deep inside of her. It had been growing this past week and was about to burst at the seams when Wanda pulled away. Natasha, in a lust-filled haze, could only stare dumbly as the brunette walked away.

Then, Wanda looked over her shoulder at Natasha and lifted up her skirt: she had no panties and her pussy glistened with arousal.

"If you're done running away, come to my room and this will be yours."

Wanda let her skirt fall and left the kitchen while Natasha was still reeling and processing what just happened. Each second that passed, her willpower crumbled, and her reasoning was thrown out the window.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Natasha knew it was a bad idea to mix work and sex, but the thought of finally getting Wanda under her and having her way with her overpowered any rational thought she had left as she finally took a step forward towards Wanda's room.

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A/N: Part 2...? 🤔

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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That's so cute 🥹

Valentines Day special(or smth)

Y/n: Okay, I got this, no problem.

*Takes a deep breath before turning around and getting on one knee. At the same time, Natasha turns around with a bouquet of Y/n's favorite flowers.*

Natasha: Will you be my Valentine?!

Y/n: MARRY ME!

*Both shocked.*

Natasha: We're not even dating detka.

*Y/n just shrugs and holds the ring closer to Nat. Natasha laughs before nodding yes.*

Natasha: What the hell, there's nobody else I'd rather marry.

*Y/n smiles and places the ring on her finger.*

Y/n Narrating: And that my friends is how you rizz up a woman.

*The sound of Natasha smacking Y/n over the back of their head is heard.*

Natasha Narrating: Shut up.

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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God damn dude

Sweet dreams (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: dubcon, smut, fingering, somnophilia, praise, restraints, blindfold

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You shift on the bed, slowly stirring into consciousness, your mind still heavy with sleep. You curl deeper into the pillow, desperately chasing some remnants of sleep.

There was a party at the Avengers tower last night - one of Tony's best, some might say - and it left you pleasantly buzzed and bone tired. Natasha made you stay in her room, choosing to spend the night with her girlfriend, right across the hall. You couldn't say no even if you wanted to - making it all the way to the other side of the city to your own apartment sounded like the worst thing last night, and the promise of sleeping in Natasha’s bed, in her clothes made you giddy enough to stay. Even if she spent the night in the arms of another. Even if you have feelings for the said another.

God, you're such a mess, falling in love with two of the most unapproachable women.

You have no idea what time it is - your sleeping mask prevents you from seeing anything and you're glad for that. You would've been up already with the sun shining right in your face.

You sigh deeply, and float back into unconsciousness, dreaming of soft touches and gentle hands, of warm breath over your neck and wet kisses pressed to your shoulders. Your hips move, buckling back in search of friction, your heat leaking with arousal. You whine in your sleep, wishing for the touches to move lower, to sink into your warmth and make you come undone.

And then there's a bite. A gentle nib, teeth scraping against the slope of your neck, and you realize with a start - you're fully awake, and the warmth on your hip is still there, wet lips are still on your shoulders, and oh…

There's another pair of hands.

You tremble, squeezing your hips tight, and inhale deeply. Soft hair tickles your face and you try to move, but strong arms keep you in place from both sides, two bodies trapping you in place.

Before you can even think about speaking, fingers trail down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. Another hand tugs your shirt up, revealing your underwear. You know it's drenched, but you still try to hide it, wriggling your body to the side.

A husky chuckle makes its way to your ears, teasing your neck with a hot gust of breath.

Natasha.

You moan, your legs spreading on their own violation.

“Good girl,” she husks, her palm settling on your lower stomach possessively.

Another voice hums, and then someone cups your breast under your shirt, tracing circles over your nipple before pinching it, sending sparks down your body right to your aching clit. You whine, reaching to tug off your mask, but you're stopped. Your shirt is pulled up, exposing your breasts, your hands near the headboard bind by it.

“Don't move.”

Wanda.

You cry out pathetically, almost coming from the sound of her voice. Hot mouth leaves your breasts wet with spit, lips leave purple bruises on the tender skin.

“Touch me, please,” you moan, arching off the bed. “Please.”

Another husky chuckle, another pinch to your nipple and then… a finger slides over your clit, then moves to the side of your panties, up and down, up and down, and you whine, trying to grind against her hand. An arm wraps across your stomach, keeping you in place. Someone - Wanda - burrows her face into the crook of your neck, marking.

Natasha leans over you, and finally, finally, plunges three fingers inside, and, oh God, you have no time to adjust because Natasha thrusts deep and fast, curling her fingers. You moan, trapped in place by two of the most beautiful women, your pussy swallowing Natasha's fingers, the wet sounds making you blush.

You can feel your wetness dripping to leave a stain on Natasha's bed.

You pant, orgams approaching. Wanda slides her hand off your stomach to play with your clit, circling it rapidly, her breath hot on your neck, her body molded against your side.

Your sleeping mask is tugged off right when you start clenching around Natasha's fingers. You blink against the blinding light, barely managing to focus on Natasha's dark eyes and Wanda's slurty grin.

“Wanna see you come, pretty girl,” Natasha smirks, pushing deeper.

You throw your head back with a moan, body taut, your walls clenching hard, and when Wanda presses firmly on your clit right when Natasha’s fingers curl inside you, you cry out loud enough for everyone in the tower to hear.

“Good morning,” Wanda whispers against your lips, swallowing your moans as you come.

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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Lord amen God damn

you better lock your phone

sorority!natasha romanoff x reader

summary: Natasha only wants your attention

warnings: smut 18+ only, smoking (r smokes), strap-on use, implicit drinking, power bottom!nat, choking, scratching, face slapping

a/n: repost!

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Everyone at the party had their eyes on her that night. Everybody but you. The entire night, you found yourself constantly prying your gaze away from the woman. She was captivating; the way her dress clung to her body, the way her sweet laugh would fall from her lips, and god the way she looked at you with her round green eyes drove you insane–it was impossible to not look at her.

Her body glistened with sweat as she danced with her friends across the room, her short hair swayed with her body and you tried focusing on the lukewarm beer in your hand.

“Do you know if she’s seeing anybody?” You attention was dragged away from your phone as a guy from the hockey team bumped your shoulder. You grimaced, looking him up and down.

“Why would I know?” You mumbled into your drink as you chugged half the cup down and avoided answering him. You didn’t want him anywhere near what was yours.

“Aren’t you her roommate?” You clenched your jaw and looked up at him, mumbling more to yourself than him.

Natasha tiptoed to your room, it was 3 am and she was having a hard time sleeping. Usually her fingers would do the trick and on nights when they wouldn’t, yours would be a great replacement. But today she needed more.

She saw the faint flicker from the TV from the bottom of your door and pressed her ear to the door hearing the faint sounds of one of the cartoons you liked playing on the TV, before knocking three times. She heard you shuffle before your voice telling her to come in.

She wordlessly entered the room, a smirk growing on her lips as she pushed your back onto the headboard and straddled your hips. She pressed your lips together in such desperation your mind cleared and all that was left was Natasha and her voice moaning your name.

“She’s not seeing anyone,” Your voice was cold and you moved your eyes back to your phone, making your way to the back of the house, pulling out your pack of cigarettes.

The walls vibrated with the beat of the music as you leaned your back against it before putting a cigarette to your lips and lighting it. You leaned your head against the wall, trying not to think of your redheaded roommate.

“Hey, do you have a spare cigarette?” A girl you knew was part of Nat’s rival sorority approached you, her brown hair pulled into a ponytail swaying in the wind as she walked closer to you.

“Uhh, no, but I can share,” You said holding it out to her, she smirked and took the cigarette from your fingers, taking one long drag and blowing the smoke lightly next to you. “You’re Wanda, right?”

“How did you know?” She asked, settling next to you against the wall.

“My roommate is in Tri Delta,” You said, before taking a drag yourself. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Of course you would’ve,” She pushed herself off the wall and stood in front of you before pushing her body closer, making your hands instinctively hold her waist. “Tri Deltas can’t keep their mouths closed.”

You smirked, that’s not the only thing. You put the cigarette back on your lips before you felt your head being turned to the side by your chin and your cigarette yanked from your lips.

“These are bad for you, you know,” The redhead threw it on the ground before stomping on it and looking back up at you. “I wanna go home.”

“Go by yourself, she’s busy,” Wanda pressed her body further against yours, your attention focusing on her. Natasha’s nails dug into your arm and pulled you away. Her pouty lips and goosebumps down her arm from the cool breeze ignited an urge to give her your jacket.

“Another time, Wanda,” You said as Natasha turned around and started walking in the direction of your shared apartment on campus. “It was nice meeting you.”

Natasha walked with purpose, she was furious. She had everyone’s eyes on her during the party, yet she was still dissatisfied, because none of them were yours. You walked silently behind her, your phone buzzing with new texts from an unknown number.

hey it’s Wanda, Carol gave me your number haha :)

You almost bumped right into Natasha who had stopped right in front of you, her eyes burning into you as she quickly glanced down and saw your text. She had to hold back a growl. “Keys.”

“Am I just your personal purse when you bring me to these parties?” You reached into your pocket and handed her the keys, allowing your eyes to roam over her body.

“When you’re not busy flirting with some Delta Nu bimbo, yes,” She said, sickeningly sweet before roughly taking your keys away from your hand and opening the door. You quickly typed out a reply, walking into the building and waiting for the elevator next to the fuming redhead.

hey :)

Wanda quickly replied, every text filled with more and more attitude and becoming more and more suggestive. She might as well ask you what you’re wearing at this point and you hadn’t even made it to your floor yet.

With every ring Natasha heard she got more and more impatient. You were hers and who the fuck does Wanda think she is to come onto you of all people. Natasha walked out of the elevator with a huff, making you finally look up at her. Your smirk only grew as she fumbled with the keys as you slowly made your way down the hall towards her.

Your phone kept buzzing and you could feel Natasha’s annoyance radiating off of her. It edged her on, it drove her crazy, you enjoyed it. You barely got through the door before your body was slammed back onto it and your phone was snatched out of your hand and Natasha gripped your throat.

“Did you forget who you belong to, whore?” Natasha dipped her head down into the crook of your neck, her warm breath dancing over your skin. Your hands gripped her hips, making her skirt ride up. She tightened her grip when you didn’t answer, pressing her body against yours, bucking her hips when she felt your strap pressing against her. “What? You’re gonna act shy now? You had a lot to say to Wanda a second ago, what happened?”

You pressed your nails into her hip, moving her hips against the strap and making her chuckle against your skin. “’M gonna show you who you belong to.”

She pulled your body off the door by your neck and pushed you into your room, the back of your legs hitting the bed before you scooted up. Natasha straddled your lap and let you rise her skirt up, revealing her lack of underwear and clearly soaked folds.

She threw your phone onto your bedside table and entangled her hands in your hair as you sat up, your hands reaching around to her ass and pulling her closer to you with each buck of her hips. You connected your lips together, shrugging off your jacket and disconnecting your lips to pull your shirt over your head. As soon as your neck was exposed, Natasha attached her lips to your skin, sucking deep marks all over your collarbones and neck.

Natasha pulled away, pushing you back down onto the bed before she shifted off the bed and pulled your pants down your body, her eyes glistening at the site of her favorite silicone toy between your legs. She shrugged out of her dress, the only piece of clothing that was previously covering her body.

She moved back onto you, but this time straddled your thigh, her wet pussy connecting directly to your skin and making you moan. Your phone vibrated again and again from the bedside table, it pulled Natasha’s attention before you paid attention to it, only really looking at it when Natasha growled.

You started to reach up to put it on silent but the redhead beat you to it, clicking a few buttons before grabbing your chin and making you look at her once again.

“Look at me,” She connected your gaze as she bucked her hip, your hands going back to her hips and guiding her movements. She wanted your eyes all night, and she finally had it now. She wasn’t gonna give in that easy. Natasha’s nails dragged down your chest as she lined herself up with your strap, slowly lowering her hips while she applied more pressure to your nails.

You moaned feeling the hot trails down your chest, not being able to take your eyes off the woman on top of you. Natasha started bucking her hips against yours, her hand coming up your body and pressing the tip of her index and middle finger against your lips. You sucked them into your mouth, making her moan and speed up her movements. She removed her fingers and gripped your face once again just as she was almost to the edge.

“Who do you belong to?” You knew exactly what she wanted you to say. But she was so desperately waiting for your answer to push her over the edge you had to wait. She rutted her hips against yours in desperations, her whiny and needy moans quickly filling the room as she moved closer and closer to the edge.

Her short red hair clung to her skin and her breasts bounced up and down with her movements. Your eyes trailed down her perfectly sculpted body to where your hips met, watching as the dildo went in and out of her, loving the wet sounds that came with every movement. She groaned and let go of your chin before bringing her hand back across your face, the stinging sensation making you moan.

“Answer me,” She meant to sound harsh, even threatening, but she failed to hide the need in her voice, the pure want dripping from her tone. You smirked, bucking your hips up to meet her thrusts and making her crouch over your body, her hands scratching and gripping onto your chest.

“I don’t belong to anybody,” You said, planting your feet on the bed and gripping holding hips in place before thrusting up into her as she fell apart in your hands. Her loud whiny moans filled the room and you were definitely getting a noise complaint in the morning. She came undone on your strap, her arousal dripping onto the fake cock and the sheets below you. Her grip lightened for a second before you flipped the two of you over, and burying yourself deeper into her. “Don’t belong to anybody but you.”

You kissed her salty skin as you pulled her hips up into yours and mercilessly thrust in and out of her. She screamed out, her hands gripping the sheets below you as you brought her over the edge for a second time, leaving her a shuddering mess. You slowed your thrusts, leaving light kisses along her jaw then her lips, before completely pulling out of her and moving to the bathroom to remove the strap.

While you were gone, Natasha looked back at your phone, which had its camera pointed at the both of you since she put it there. She smirked as she quickly sent it to herself then to a certain Delta Nu bimbo.

video.mp4

sweet dreams, Wanda

She locked your phone and set it back on the bedside table. Then, as she always did, she dragged herself out of your bed, collected her discarded dress, and walked to her room, softly shutting the door behind her.

When you returned from the bathroom your bed was empty. You pledged your loyalty to Natasha almost every time she would come to your room, she would make you say it, tease it out of you with her skillful fingers and conniving hips. And yet, she would still always leave you with only the memory of her body between the sheets in her lingering perfume.

You got back under the covers and plugged in your phone, your screen lighting up with a notification from Wanda.

invite me over next time ;)

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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I swear to God I will be a good person if he gives me a girlfriend I promise

Birthday Cake

Pairings | Peggy Carter x f!reader

Warnings | smut, oral (f receiving)

Word count | 450

Summary | Peggy and you celebrate your birthday

A/n | so it was my birthday yesterday and thought that I had to write a birthday-themed fic in commemoration🥰

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"Happy birthday, Darling." The soft English lilt to Peggy's accent was calming, and oh so attractive. You snuggled in closer to her - nose nuzzling softly against her neck whilst you mouthed against her skin. "Did you have a good day?"

Your girlfriend looked down at you in question, a perfectly manicured finger tilting your head back so she could gaze into your eyes warmly.

You nodded, lip pulled between your teeth as your eyes traced over her perfect features.

When you kissed her it was slow, sensual; the kiss slowly became the perfect balance of loving and heated. You took the chance to roll over, so that you straddled her wide hips as your lips continued to slide together.

"Oh, you little minx." Peggy chided through a giggle as you nipped down her neck, small hands coming to snap down against your ass. "I'm meant to be treating you, darling. It's your birthday after all."

"I'm having fun, though." You pouted, looking up from where you'd been suckling at the swell of her breasts through your lashes. You blinked a few times, comically charming in a way that you knew Peggy couldn't resist.

"Oh, all right. But I'm making you cum at least another three more times before we go to bed." She bargained, giving into your lustful stare. You giggled, continuing your journey down her body until you reached Peggy's pussy.

"I wanted my birthday cake." Is all you commented before digging in, lapping around Peggy's clit until you felt her legs wrap over your shoulder to keep you in place.

"You, fuck! You greedy girl!" Peggy gasped through a pretty moan, so British and so far gone.

You hummed against her, pleased with the way you had Peggy squealing and at the way her hands fisted into your hair - tugging tightly so she could grind up into you.

Perfectly painted, red lips were now smudged and tinged pink from lack of pigment and her gorgeously brown eyes were hooded with lust as you worked Peggy closer and closer to that sweet, sweet release.

Then it hit her.

You'd never stop adoring the way her nose scrunched up cutely when she came, nor the way her lips parted and her hips stuttered.

You grinned against her as you took everything she gave you; you never once let a drop of her cum go to waste.

"Mmm." You hummed, pulling away. "Best cake I've ever had."

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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Good God amen

Work

Hayley Atwell x Reader

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine <3

(Lord have mercy. The GIF is killing me.)

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Warning: Smut, Dom!Hayley, Sub!Reader, degrading, humiliation kink, fingering (r receives), oral (r receives), soft sex, secret relationship.

Pet names such as darling, kitten, and princess.

Y/n's Second POV

Good lord, today's filming almost killed you. Jumping around, and even drifted the car 120 miles per hour for the stupid scene on the mountain.

"Bloody hell. Now where the fuck is water. Water water water." You chanted as you walk around the area.

"Where the hell is the cooler? I need some water." You look at your watch, and the time is 7:45 PM. No wonder the sky is getting dark.

"Y/n? Where are you?" You hear one of the crew's voices, Jason, calling for you. When you turn around, seeing him running towards you with the things that you left with him this morning.

"Atwell. Where is she?" You ask him while folding the sleeves of your shirt up to your elbows.

"She's waiting outside of your trailer." Oh great. Hayley is waiting outside your trailer now.

"Thanks, Jay." You grab your things and look back at Jason,

"Jay! I'm free until when?!"

"Tomorrow morning. 10 is your next scene! Don't be late!"

"Alright, boss!" You walk straight to your trailer, seeing Hayley still in her working attire, messy looking but she's holding her bag with her and keys dangling in her hand when she sees you walking towards her, she immediately puts a professional mask on, making you laugh in your head. She's trying so hard not to show anyone that... never mind.

"Now now. At last, you're here. Where were you?" She asks you and you just ignore her question, unlocked the door to the trailer and went in, and of course, she followed behind you not long after that.

"Ignoring me now, huh? Seriously? Y/n! I'm talking to-" Your hand pushes her against the door, slamming the door immediately, hoping no one's around as you press your lips on top of hers, shutting her up in a second before pulling back and locking the door, closing the curtain and you continue what you were going to do, take a shower.

Wow, that really stones her down and she's like a statue, standing at the door but her eyes are eyeing me as you pull the clothes off your body, and as you take your bra off, her face went red like a turnip, and she just looks down, taking her eyes away from your body.

"Hayley Elizabeth Atwell, since when do you get so shy when I'm taking my clothes off? You've seen more than that, Hayhay." You smile as you pick your towel up from the hanger you have hung on the hanging post not far from you, setting the lights pretty dimmed before getting into the bathroom and you yell,

"This bathroom can fit another person!" And you hear ruffling sounds, and you smile like an idiot, knowing she's stripping down before little thuds approaching the bathroom and when you open the door for her, she's standing outside of the door, naked while she covers her body.

"Oh, you silly-" You quickly pull her into the bathroom when she giggles playfully, hugging your body once the water from the showerhead hits her body. Your hand just closes the door and the steam starts stirring up, fogging the glass door. You turn back to Hayley who has her hands hugging your waist close to her, and she kisses your collarbone, leaving faint marks on the area.

"Look at you now Hayhay. All mean to me in public, but all close hmm right now?" She hums as you connect your lips together, slipping with little laughs from the both of you, touching each other like kids, and a gasp escapes you from having her hand on your breasts, tenderly fondling them in her hands just when a shaky breath falls off your lips. She lowers her head, peppering kisses down your neck, towards your chest before feeling her tongue flicking on your right nipple, making your head slightly bangs against the wall when you tilt your head to the back, feeling the pressure she's building up inside you.

"H-Hayley darling..." Your hand grips the back of her head before she switches, going to the left and her hand creeps down to your thighs, pushing them apart before resting her hand on your inner thigh. Then she lowers herself down, continue kissing down your stomach and she places one of your legs on her shoulder, kissing the inside of your thighs and you slide a bit down the wall as you feel her licking slowly along your slit, circling your clit and soft moans starts getting louder from you.

"God, fuck."

"Hmm... God and fuck in the same sentence? Such an unholy girl." You don't even know how you could end up with her like this. She's 40 and you're barely 20. Working together a few years back in a Marvel movie, yet here you are again with her, hooking up with her secretly these past months and you never knew how possessive she could be. And she is. Super possessive and protective over you. Devouring you like a hungry beast in most mornings, waking you up with you close to the urge to come so hard.

"Dumb little kitten. That's what you are right, darling? Mommy's dumb, slutty little kitten hmm?" She slowly pushes one finger inside you, still flicking your clit as you grip her hair harder, feeling the hot water streaming on top the both of you before she adds another finger, pumping them in and out of you in a rhythmic pace, letting you calm down instead of pushing you straight to the edge.

"Please, H-Hayley. Make me come please." She hums against your core, making you whine in pleasure as she follows your order, picking up her pace and keeps hitting on your sweet spot without hurting you. She's just so soft and gentle on your body as if you're made of glass. Your hand clench harder on her head as you feel your orgasm builds up really fast, making you keep chanting her name on your lips like a prayer, begging her to let you come.

"Yes, doll. You can let it out for me my darling. No one's stopping you, my gorgeous girl." She holds your thigh firmer as you ride your high, keeping the pace of her fingers on and on until you whimper from the overstimulation, "Too much Mommy," You choke out between whimpers, and she pulls her fingers out, and you feel her licking up your mess before placing a small kiss on your clit and kissing up your body, catching you before you fall to the floor of the bathroom.

"Shh... You've done so good, princess. Always a good girl aren't you?" She cleans you up, gave you a shower before getting you to bed, and slips you into a simple t-shirt and plain bottoms before she puts on something on her, and she looks at you who's lying on the bed.

"Wanna go takeaway and hang out somewhere tonight?" You hum and she chuckles as she sees you almost closing your eyes.

"Or you wanna stay at the hotel tonight? We can get korean food tonight on the way." You nod and she take your bag before picking you up and turning all the lights off, carrying you out of the trailer and locking the door, making your way to her car to get both of you hungry tummy filled up and a good rest.

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yellowthingsstuff · 1 year ago

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Dude amen

Sundresses and breeding kinks

A/n: was too lazy to make a collage for this I’m sorry 😭

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: g!p Natasha, top!natasha, sub!reader, daddy kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, extremely rough sex, crying, degradation (sort of?)

Summary: Natasha breeds you. That’s it. That’s the summary.

It was a typical Saturday afternoon at the Romanoff household. You were cleaning the bathroom counters having been neglecting the task the whole week. It’s not your fault! Seems like your wife wants to be balls deep inside you every second!

But of course, the task was interrupted by a certain redhead. “Your ass looks so good from here baby.” She commented, her eyes shamelessly ogling you.

You rolled your eyes ever so slightly and turned around. “Nat, please let me continue cleaning. I haven’t been able to get things done all week!”

The assassin just chuckled lightly as she walked towards you, caressing your face. “Such a good little housewife huh?”

Your knees buckled. She knew how much you got turned on from being called her housewife. “I- um-“ and you were already stuttering. Great.

Natasha walked closer to you, backing your up against the counter, her bulge touching your crotch. “Is it such a crime I want to fuck my wife all the time? I just can’t get enough of her.”

“I love being fucked by you, Nat. But I can’t be a housewife if I don’t do any of my chores.” You chuckled.

“Right. Which is why you need a baby. We need a baby.” Your eyes widened at her words.

“A-a baby?” You asked. She began to grind against you. “Yes. I want to breed you, detka. Cum so deep inside you that you forget who you are for a few seconds.”

You bit your lip, your core began to heat up. “I’d love that, daddy.” The use of the nickname got her even more hard if that was even possible. She growled lowly and smashed her lips to yours, squeezing your breasts as she did so.

“So fucking pretty. All for me huh?” She asked with a teasing smile.

“All for you daddy.” You moaned. She easily picked you up and carried you out of the en-suite and into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Immediately she lifted your dress up and pulled down your panties.

“Such a pretty pussy.” She growled, before diving in and eating you out like a starved woman. You gripped her hair as she worked her tongue through your folds and up to your clit. You curled your toes as you got closer and closer to the edge.

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned. “Cum for me pretty girl.” Natasha spoke against your core sending vibrations throughout your body. You screamed as you squirted out you finish. Natasha groaned that that. She loves that you’re a squirter. Makes it ever the more fun.

“Fucking love when you squirt baby. Makes it so fucking hot.” She groaned. She then straight up ripped your dress off groaning at the fact that you were wearing no bra underneath.

“Naughty girl.” She snickered, groping your tits, burying her face in between them. “I love these tits.” She groaned.

You felt her cock touch the inside of your thigh and you shifted ever so slightly. “Hmm? You want this cock in your pussy? Want daddy to fill you up?” You nodded with tear filled eyes. “Please daddy.” You whispered.

The redhead entered you with such ease and groaned at the fact. She began the fuck you harder than she ever had before, gripping your hips with such intensity that was definitely going to leave bruises the next morning.

She rolled her eyes back as she fucked you. You were both a moaning mess.

Suddenly she stopped. “Turn over, grip onto the headboard so I can ruin you properly.” Her words sent a shiver down your spine and you quickly complied, gripping onto the headboard.

The Russian smacked your ass as she plunged back into you, gripping your hips again and pounding into you fast. Your vision was blurry and your tits were bouncing like crazy as her cock hit your velvety walls again and again.

The only sounds in the room were those of skin slapping, moans, grunts, and the headboard shaking against the wall.

“Daddy!!!!” You cried as you reached your second orgasm, tears streaming down your face due to how rough she was being. But you loved it.

As if she already knew she growled, “Cum around my cock baby. I’m gonna spill my load inside you in just a few seconds. Fuck!”

You clenched and her and your vision went white for a moment as you felt pure ecstasy. That mixed with the feeling of her warm cum painting your walls made you weak and you practically fell face first onto the pillow.

Natasha was catching her breath behind you and pulled out, laughing at how you fell. “Guess I fucked my girl a little too hard huh?”

“No, loved it daddy. Want it to happen again.” You muttered into the pillow and she surprisingly understood you.

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