[warmachineran]

October 14: thigh riding

TAGS: 18+ only, wanda x reader, ceo!wanda, personal assistant!reader, bottom!wanda, top!reader, thigh riding, strap referred as cock, kinda power dynamics, veryyy slight angst | 1.8k

A/N: day 5 of kinktober! we are half way there and i am also half way into insanity im ngl but i had fun writing this one so yall should too 🫵

main masterlist | kinktober 2025

Before meeting you and starting this power struggle and dancing around a will they won't they relationship with you, Wanda would vehemently scold and punish anyone caught having illicit activities in the office.

Then again, she never really thought she'd be the one to actively break her company rules and toe the line between appropriate and inappropriate office conduct.

But her past self did not account for how good you looked tonight — dressed to the nines with your well-pressed olive suit and black ties to match her dark orange form-fitting dress — as you accompany her to this charity gala as her secretary slash secret plus one. You teasingly asked her if she provided your name as her plus one but she denied and shut that down quickly. Wanda has an inkling that you didn't believer her, however.

The gala, like all others she had attended ever since stepping up as the CEO of Maximoff Industries, was boring and filled to the brim of stuffy old people with thinly veiled insults under forced polite small talk. The guest list has always been split between their opinions with Wanda — either they sneer behind her back or falling over themselves to curry favor.

Tonight, though, her attention was focused on you, on the sharp line you cut in the sea of bodies, on the polite distance you had carried between the two of you. All things, especially the way you hovered around her, not quite crowding her personal space but also just a touch out of reach, were making her thrum with an intense need that only your touch can quell.

By the time it was acceptable for her to leave, Wanda's sure you have planned for how tonight has turned out. Your hands were constantly touching her, polite and feather-light and your words were always murmured on her ear, low and soft.

On the ride back to the office — you parked your car there — it took all of her concentration not to squirm on the passenger seat with your warm hand resting high against her leg. With the wicked glint in your eyes, she knows you're perfectly aware that she's soaked in her panties.

Once you're parked on the spot reserved for her and you've turned off the engine, she hopped off the car and walked straight to the elevator that has direct access to the higher floors of the building. This dance with you has been going on for almost a year but she still breathes a sigh of relief when she hears your footsteps following after her, your hand circling her waist and pulling her against your body while waiting for the lift.

When the door slides open, you push her against the wall, her back colliding on the metal railing making her groan in both surprise and pleasure as you kiss her.

You briefly pull away to whisper an apology on her lips — for the pain from the metal digging on her back, but not quite an apology that you wouldn't push her again given the chance.

Wanda grabs your tie in reply, bunching it in her fist and pulling you in again. She kisses you back just as fiercely, matching your hunger.

At the soft ding! of the elevator when you reach her office floor, the two of you stumble out like a bunch of horny teenagers. She pushes you off her after a while, drunk in lust. She tugs off her heels and pushes the pair against your chest. You accept them without any question.

Wanda walks to her office, adding a sway in her hips knowing that you're staring at her back. She turns slightly to look over her shoulder, throwing you a smirk and a wink and a silent promise of ruin.

She sits on the edge of her desk, widening her legs when you follow to stand between them. Your hands automatically rest on her sides.

“You've been teasing me,” she whispers into the dim room, toying with the fabric of your tie.

You hum and bite your lip when she tightens it against your throat, your voice rough in the edges, “I don't know what you're talking about, Miss Maximoff.”

Her pointer finger jabs on the square of your chest, dragging it to the valley between your breasts, down to your flat stomach until it reaches the hem of your slacks, dipping just below your belt line. She gives you a patronizing smile, the one that's sure to annoy you, “I'm sure you don't.”

She cups her hand on your crotch, a delighted hum passing through her lips that you're packing.

“Want it?” you lean closer to her, mouth trailing kisses and bites on her neck.

Wanda snakes her hand on your nape, grabbing a fistful of your hair. She tilts her head to the side, giving you more access to her. She bites back a moan when you suck on the spot below her ear, the one that always made her clench her toes and squeeze her eyes shut.

“I asked you a question, Miss Maximoff,” was the only warning she receives before you're pinching her straining nipple over the fabric of her dress.

She yelps in surprise, the sudden and superficial pain making her all the more pliant under your watchful gaze and skillful fingers. “Fuck,” she breathes out then she looks up to you, snagging her bottom lip between her teeth. “I want it, please, Y/N.”

You pull away, circling around her desk towards her imposing and regal chair — the very symbol of the power she wields as the sole decision-maker for this empire. Then you take a sit, legs spread wide apart in an arrogant and confident manner. “Such good manners, to think it was just months ago that you would rather have pulled your teeth off with bare hands before you would tell me what you want.”

Seeing you comfortably seated on her chair, like you belong there and like it's yours by birthright, is both dizzying and electrifying. Wanda focuses on how it makes her feel and not on what it possibly means. When you pat your leg in silent command, she follows and straddles you, wiggling a little to get comfortable as her dress bunches up high. “I had an excellent teacher.”

Your hand falls on her thigh, squeezing the flesh lightly, while the other goes to hold her waist, steadying her on your lap. Wanda's own circling over your shoulders.

“You want it, baby, you gotta work for it,” your voice is steady, although rough around the edges.

Sometimes a traitorous thought goes through Wanda's mind about your composure as you seem to have never faltered nor have been so deliciously ruined before, during, or after having sex with her. If she has never made you feel just as wrecked as you do to her, does that mean you don't actually like her as much?

She nods against your cheek, willing herself to not think about depressing things about the sorry state of her love life, not now when her sex life is once again going to be pampered. Wanda's about to get off your lap to kneel in front of you, mistakenly thinking you want her to suck your strap, when you tighten your hold on her. You shake your head subtly, a pleased and smug smile painting your stupidly charming face.

“Ride my thigh, Miss Maximoff, show me how much you want my cock by soaking through my pants.”

Wanda rests her head on your shoulder, trying to regulate her breathing, before starting a slow roll of her hips on your lap. She fears if she goes any faster, she’d come soon and with your already large ego, she knows you wouldn’t let her live that down.

Before she could get used to the slow rhythm however, you tighten your grip on her hips, whispering filthily on her temple, “Maybe you don’t want it that much? Since you’re going so slowly.” You pose to remove her on your lap, saying, “Maybe we should go home, hmm?”

Wanda couldn’t stop the whine that she lets out even if she tried to, clenching her thighs and grinding down harder on your lap. “No, don’t go,” she cries out.

“Then move like you mean it, darling.”

If someone asked you what you thought about your boss when you first started working at Maximoff Industries, you would have told them you don’t have any thoughts about the woman. Other than the superficial ones like how fucking beautiful she looks on the regular, or how intimidating she seems, how untouchable, how bossy and demanding she is, always expecting her staff to be on their best. Never would you have imagined that you will be able to witness how she looks like when she falls apart just by grinding on someone’s thighs — brows scrunched together, eyes trying to focus on your face but getting lost in pleasure, lips parted open panting softly and moaning your name.

She’s never looked as beautiful as she does to you right now.

When she started moving with intention — legs parting wider and bunching her dress in her fist, grinding harder in a way that you’re sure her clit is catching on the fabric of her underwear — you could have come untouched by how turned on you feel.

Her grip on your shoulders is probably ruining your suit jacket, but honestly you couldn’t care less. Your attention is fully focused on the woman you love taking her pleasure on your body the way she wants.

Wanda’s chanting your name under her breath, her movements slowing due to exhaustion. You take pity on her once you see the frustrated pout painting her lips.

Clenching your thigh muscle, you tighten your hold on her hips before helping her move against you. An appreciative moan passes through her lips and she moves her upper body closer to yours, her arms circling on your shoulders instead.

“Come for me, Wanda,” you say, not a request but a subtle command. “Let me feel you drip down my leg.”

She nods against her place tucked under your chin and after a few gyrations of her hips, you feel her tense and hear her let out a silent moan.

You don’t let her stop entirely, still moving her slowly to help her ride her orgasm until she leans back and pushes you back, “’m sensitive…”

“You’re so good to me,” you say, halting your movements. “Such a good girl, I love you so much.”

You kiss her forehead, peppering kisses across her face, not realizing you have confessed a long-buried secret that you promised you will take to your grave.

[cthulhus-curse-deactivated20240]

For top reader blurb. Dirtbag!r taking cheerleader!wands virginity after a football game 😵‍💫

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: Bottom!Cheerleader!Wanda, Top!Dirtbag!Reader, Fingering, Loss of Virginity, Innocence & Corruption, Slight Degradation | 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: I wrote this while half-asleep so if it makes no sense, that’s why. Now I’m gonna go nap.

"Shhh be quiet, baby. We can't have your parents hearing us."

At the sound of your voice, the body beneath your hands relaxed. You couldn't help but bask on the beauty under you, the lack of clothes upon Wanda who, face all flushed and eyes glossy, moaned your name whenever you moved even an inch. She rolled her hips with your thrusts, two fingers lying deep within her tight pussy, previously untouched by anyone but you.

"Hmm it's good, isn't it? I told you you'd like it," you hummed with approval at the way her tits bounced with each small motion. "Just look at how adorable your pussy is. Oh baby you're so fucking tight. Who knew you'd be such a pretty slut for me? The big, bad captain of the cheer squad is nothing but an attention whore desperate to be fucked."

You had been seeing -- dating if you asked her -- Wanda for the better part of the school year. She was an exemplary student, the class president, part of the honors program, and the captain of the cheerleading squad. Meanwhile you were...you. Corrupting the most innocent being in school while all you did was skip class and hide beneath the bleachers of the track field smoking with your friends was a true achievement you prided yourself with.

"I think I'm close," Wanda sobbed while clutching you close. She still wore her cheerleading uniform after the game you had played, her top pulled up far enough to expose her breasts, torn apart skirt, and an adorably pink piece of underwear pushed to the side for you to have a clear delicious view of her exposed cunt. In the privacy of her room she had begged you to claim her for the first time, even if her parents and brother roamed the house. You only hoped the locked door would be enough of a sign to not bother you. "It's too much. I can't have more, please." Her desperate cries were music to your ears. "Can I cum?"

You raised your eyebrows at that, eyes glinting with mockery. "Not yet, baby. You have to wait a bit more for me. Be a good girl and do as I say. I'll even let you return the favor if you listen." Wanda's eyes widened with giddiness at that. "Now be quiet unless you want me to leave you like this. I'm not one for pets who don't listen to their masters."

[natashaismylove]

G!p bottom Wanda x top reader? Wanda pretends to be the top with the others so r decides to punish her but eventually r gets all soft with her? Please lots of mommy kink and wanda being called baby, rest is up to you<3

A/N: my g!p bottom!wanda obsession is growing

Punishment |W. Maximoff

Summary: Wanda decided to act like she was the top around the team so y/n made sure to put her girlfriend in place.

Pairing: g!p bottom!wanda x fem top!reader

Warnings: smut, fluff, g!p Wanda, unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, mommy kink, dirty talk, degrading, praise, exhibition kink, breeding kink, slight humiliation kink, dacryphilia, orgasm denial, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, bondage, pet names (baby, bunny)

Wordcount: 1336

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“Come on, baby. I know you can last a little longer.” I tilted my head mockingly while I rocked my hips back and forth as I straddled her.

“Please.” She let out a little whimper as she furrowed her eyebrows with a pout.

“What’s the problem? Can barely take being buried inside of mommy?” I returned her pout before lifting my lip into a smirk.

Her nails dug into my hips while I made sure to clench around her to further tease her. I bent down and dragged her bottom lip down with my thumb.

“You wanted to act all tough in front of the others. What happened to that personality, huh?”

“Please, mommy…”

I sat up and moved my hips faster, watching her face scrunch up in pleasure and restraint to not cum.

“Telling the team that I was the bottom…” I shook my head. “You know your place very well, baby. Why would you pretend like you were the top when you know damn well that I fuck you every night.” I gripped her jaw as I bounced on her cock. “I’m the one who has you begging, crying for release. You get so fucking desperate to be inside of me, and then you actually try to seem like you have any authority in this relationship?”

A tear slid down her cheek as she whined. “I’m sorry, mommy-“

I let go of her jaw harshly before putting my palms on the sides of her head. “You better be fucking sorry. You should be thankful that I didn’t push you up against a wall and fucked you in front of everyone.”

She let out a moan and gripped my ass. “F-fuck~”

I chuckled. “Oh, does that turn you on? Fucking slut. You wanna let everyone see what a good little girl you become for me as soon as you see my pussy? How hard your cock gets and how you practically leak pre-cum once you look at me naked? How fast I can get you on your knees for me?”

“Mommy~”

“That’s right.” I breathed out as I slowed down my hips. “You know who your mommy is. You know who owns you, who this fucking cock belongs to.”

More tears ran down her cheeks as she started to squirm. “Wanna cum, need to cum-“ her sentence was cut off by her moans, her hands falling onto the bed to grip the sheets tightly. “Please let me cum, mommy~”

I let out a dark chuckle before stopping my hips. “You think you actually get to cum?” I shook my head with a mean smile. “You’ve really shown your stupidity today, little girl.”

I wiped her tears away slowly. “So pretty when you cry. Shame that you had to act like such a whore.” I un-straddled her and got off of the bed, ignoring her cries. I put on my shirt and my jeans before getting a belt. I walked over to Wanda and smirked at her.

“Mommy, I’m begging you. I’ll do anything.” She pleaded but I just shook my head.

I grabbed her arms and used the belt to tie her hands to the headboard. She tugged against it and looked at me with wide eyes.

“Nonono, mommy, please don’t!” 

I shrugged my shoulders before crossing my arms. “Sorry, bunny, nothing I can do now.”

I walked out of the room before returning to the living room where my girlfriend and I had previously been. The team looked up at me as I walked in and sat down.

“Sorry for that.” I smiled.

“Are we all just gonna pretend like you didn’t just definitely fuck Wanda and came back without her?” Tony asked with a raised eyebrow.

I grabbed my beer from earlier and took a sip. “I think you should. She needed some discipline, she knows lying is wrong.”

Maria chuckled a little. “So what, her totally topping you wasn’t correct?” She said sarcastically.

I sighed and leaned back into the sofa. “Couldn’t be further from the truth.”

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After about two hours I decided to go check on Wanda. I walked into our room and smirked as I watched her lying on the bed.

Tears had made her cheeks all wet and her cock was still hard. She turned to look at me as I walked closer to her, her eyes practically pleading.

“Mommy…”

I sat down on the bed and ran my finger down her cock, pre-cum leaking down it as I watched her shiver from my touch. 

“Baby made a mess, huh? You were that needy for mommy?”

She nodded, embarrassment clear on her face but the twitch in her cock told me how turned on she was. I cupped her cheek and kissed her forehead before untying the belt. “Don’t worry, mommy’s gonna help you now.”

She sat up and gave me an excited smile so I took off my clothes before lying down on the bed. I parted my legs and looked at her practically drooling at the sight.

“Come on bunny, bury yourself in mommy’s pussy.”

She laid between my legs, nuzzling her head into my neck before thrusting into me. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I tangled my fingers through her hair. 

She started to buck her hips relentlessly, the need to cum had just gotten too much for her. She thrusted into me with no rhythm, clinging to my body desperately.

“Mommy…oh mommy, yes~” she moaned.

I could feel her panting against my neck, her little whines and whimpers turning me on to another level.

“Take your pleasure, baby. You can use mommy to get yourself off, don’t worry.” I cooed in her ear.

“Shit, so good~ feel so good…”

I kissed her hair a few times while cradling her head against my shoulder. “Your cock feels so good inside of me, bunny.”

“Yeah?” She said happily. “Mommy’s pussy is so warm and tight, I wanna cum in you so badly.”

I let out a little moan and nodded against her head. “Cum baby, you can cum this time.”

She kept moaning until her hips stilled and I felt her cum spill inside of me. She laid still for a few seconds before slowly moving her hips once more. “Gotta cum again…wanna cum in mommy again…need to…” she begged mindlessly while picking up the pace.

“Baby-“ I started.

“Wanna fill up mommy some more, I have to…I have to make mommy cum too~”

“You’ve been through a lot tonight, maybe slow do-“

She shook her head quickly while moving her cock into me as fast as she could. “No I was a bad girl, I deserved to be punished.” She whimpered a little. “Mommy needs to cum now, please~”

I let my eyes flutter closed and I focused on the way her cock was hitting inside of me. “Ok, baby…”

After a few seconds I could feel an orgasm start building. I came closer and closer as she fucked into me desperately. “Oh~ I’m gonna cum~” I breathed out.

She whined and I could feel her legs start to shake a little. “I’m gonna- please mommy cum or I’m gonna-“

“Mommy’s cumming, baby…” I whispered and clenched my eyes shut as my orgasm hit me. I moaned and held onto her as she bucked her hips against me.

“I’m- I’m-“ she squealed. “Fuck! I’m gonna cum~!”

Once again I felt her release into me. Her entire body was shaking and I rubbed her back gently, playing with her hair to calm her down. “Shhh, baby, it’s ok.”

She was still whimpering and whining while letting out some moans from the aftershock. “Thank you, mommy- Thank you, mommy- thank you-“ she kept blabbering as I felt her tears hit my shoulder.

“I’ve got you, bunny. I’m gonna take care of you. Let’s get you a nice warm bath, huh? How does that sound?”

She gave a small nod. “I love you…” 

“I love you more.” I kissed her head and whispered into her ear.

[pimpnchips]

Sold out of Love —

Older!Submissive Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: Breeding Kink, Mature Themes, G!p

Summary: Your older girlfriend submits to you *short haired nat*

Part 1

Cold fingers ran down your back as you looked out the balcony. The fresh scent of the apple pies from the local bakery down the street filled your nose with delight. You turned your neck to admire your secret lover, placing your head on her chest.

Natasha put her chin above your head, “I wish we didn’t have to hide us.”

The moon shined brightly over your face as you hummed a response to the red head. “Maybe we should stop,” you muttered. You wanted more than to be a secret

You felt coldness replace your warmth as Natasha backed away with her eyebrows furrowed, “I mean stop hiding, baby.”

It wasn’t easy to hide the red head from your parents. You’ve took notice of the suspicions and if they found out you were sleeping or even dating your mom’s best friend the looks of disapproval from them would shatter you.

But finally realizing how much love you have for Nat changed your perspective.

Natasha suddenly pivoted, her captivating green eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that sent a shiver down your spine. “What about your parents?” she asked, her voice a tantalizing blend of curiosity and concern.

You shake your head, walking away with a groan.

“Stop making excuses, Natasha.” You mutter, grabbing your shirt off the edge of the bed. She tended to shut down conversations of sharing your relationship with others.

The quiet glances and gentle touches weighed heavily on your heart. You longed to express your feelings openly, to hold her close and declare your love for her boldly, not just in private whispers but in front of the people who matter most to you. It was a struggle to keep those deep emotions hidden, and you wished for a moment where you could share your truth with the world.

It's selfish of you to impose this on her, especially when you were aware that this relationship wouldn’t survive a year if you continue to hide the truth from everyone.

It was heartwarming to see how much her family adored you, and it was clear that you felt a deep affection for them as well. It created such a special bond between you all.

You went back towards the balcony with a sigh after putting your blouse on.

Natasha looked up, her expression filled with concern. “Oh, sweetheart, I love you. I never intended for it to come across that way.” She whispered, her hands lingering over your body.

You felt your body melt into hers, looking up at Natasha with doe eyes. You nodded your head at her response, “I just don’t want to hide anymore” you sighed, “it’s exhausting”

Your girlfriend left sweet kisses across your neck making you release soft moans of pleasure. Natasha’s cold hands started to remove the pink blouse from your shoulders.

Watching in awe as your nipples began to harden from the cold air of the night.

“Baby, fuck—we’re on the balcony and we need to still talk about this,” you moaned, rolling your head back into Natasha’s chest.

She chuckled in amusement, “We will later, right now darling I need to’ fuck you right here,” she muttered, pulling down your matching silk shorts.

The sight of your glistening pussy and wet panties made her cock twitch in her pants. She couldn’t hold back anymore as she watched you bend over the balcony ramp, spreading your legs apart, waiting to be taken by her.

It was quite beguiling seeing you in such a beautiful position with even a prettier setting like the night sky but you, you were most enchanting to her.

Almost immediately Natasha’s shaft was out of her pants spurting precum from the tip. She rubbed it against your slit making sure to massage your clit before making her way back to your entrance.

“please fuck me, baby, I need you so bad,” you whined, tears welling up in your eyes as the pleasure consumed you.

It almost felt like Natasha could cum right there. Not even fully entering you yet she came into your hole as she felt you clench around her hardened cock.

She felt pathetic, felt like she was unworthy of your body.

Her eyes teared up, “shit, I didn’t mean to cum so fast,”

You turned around placing your lips onto hers. Inserting your tongue into her mouth, your hand gripping her cock as you aligned it with your pussy.

“Fuck my pussy until you can hold your cum longer, yeah?”

Natasha whimpered, pushing her cock into your warm hole. Thrusting into you in full speed, looking into your eyes as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold any longer with your breast bouncing in her face.

You gripped the back of her head when she dips her head down to take your hard nipple into her mouth.

Sounds of whimpers left Natasha turning you on even more. There was nothing you loved more than having her be submissive to you knowing the older woman was twice your age.

Her thirst began to get sloppier causing you to let out a ragged moan.

“Fuck, im gonna cum into you mommy gon’ give you my babies” she cried, “please let me give you my babies”

You wrapped your legs around her waist pushing her deeper into your cunt. You needed to feel her in you and having her cum deep in you would insure that you’ll be pregnant with her kids.

“Give it to me, fill me up with your cum and don’t stop Natasha ,” you let out a guttarl moan feeling her hit the right spots. The spots she only knew how to find.

Tears fell from Natasha’s eyes as you told her to keep cumming in you until she was ripped dry of cum. Long spurts of cum filled your belly and right when Natasha felt herself going soft a sting to her cheek.

“Did I say stop? Keep filling me up until you’re drained”

Your comment caused the older woman’s cock to hardened and twitch inside of your ruined pussy. She grabbed your breast and stuck her head into your neck as she began to thrust back into you with force.

Her tears ran down your shoulder but you didn’t care because you needed her and you knew she would do anything you told her.

You scratched her back when you felt her warm mouth sucking on your pulsating point. Various amounts of pleasure pierced through your core making your legs shake as you came onto her cock.

“Shit, me too baby me too” Natasha came into you for the third time filling up your womb with her white cum. You grabbed her face and attached your lips to hers.

The movement of your mouths in sync with each other and the sensation you both felt from your warm bodies being attached was another pleasure you couldn’t get from anyone else.

Natasha groans as she cums into your pussy, the mixture of juices dripping out of you on the balcony floor.

“Can’t do it anymore,” Natasha mutters into your breast.

You nod your head, “You did great baby.” Her hands were wrapped around your waist. She gripped you tighter and brought you back into the room then using her legs to close the balcony door.

Politely she placed you down onto the bed, her cock still in you as she lays on top. You smiled to yourself and played with her hair gently.

You shift underneath her leading to Natasha spurting another line of cum into your belly. She whines in embarrassment at her antics.

Small laughter fills the room, making Natasha push her head deeper into your chest.

“I love you, Nat,” you grin.

She flutters her eyes closed, “M’ love you too” she replies tiredly.

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[yelenasdiary]

Sips of Red Wine

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x GN! Reader

Summary: After her divorce from Vision, you and Wanda grew closer together and eventually started dating. During date night, after a couple of drinks, you show Wanda just how much love she deserves. ➥ Smut & Tiny Angst

Warnings: Power Sub! Wanda, Dom! Reader, Nipple Play, Tiny hint of Lactation Kink, Light Language, Mentions of Drinking, Mentions of Divorce | 1K

The night was still rather young but here you were with Wanda sitting in front of you, your arms wrapped around her as your lips trailed her exposed neck. The faint smell of red wine left the woman's lips as she moaned ever so softly as if she were an angel doing something unspeakable. Your lips kissed and suckled lightly on her neck, giving her marks that wouldn't stay on her skin long enough for her to worry about hiding them.

Wanda sunk into your touch almost instantly, she mentioned it had been a while since she had been with somebody in such an intimate way. Even with Vision, she said their sex life died shortly after the twins were born and not long after that, their marriage died along with the hopes and dreams she had for them. She was tense, worried even and you were determined to make her forget all about the stress and worry on her mind. 

Your hands slowly and gently traveled from her waist to her breasts only for Wanda to stop you from lightly squeezing them. "T-there sensitive" she informed you as you looked at her. She looked away, worried that she had upset you. There was no way you could be upset with the mother of two, you kissed her cheek before bringing your thumb to her chin, making her look at you. Her eyes fell to your lips as you leant forward and kissed her, "let me take care of you" you whispered while you guided her to lay on her back. 

Now towering over her, keeping her distracted with your lips on hers, you worked on removing her shirt, leaving her in a scarlet red bra covered with lace. For a witch, she was more of a goddess to you. A goddess who had been deprived of touch, love and seeing the beauty she truly was. 

"Wait" Wanda stopped you from kissing her neck anymore. You looked at her with patient eyes as she gently cupped your face with one hand, "let me go first" she added, her thumb stroking your cheek. Suddenly it made sense why her sex life with Vision died so quickly. She pleased him but never pleased her. You shook your head, running your tongue over your lips, "This is about you love, I'm going to show you how beautiful you are and how you deserve to be treated" 

Your words meant something so much to Wanda as you felt her body relax more while she pulled you down to her lips, kissing you deeply. Your hands wandered her body, your index finger running over the mountain of her right breast. Her nipple began to harden as you lightly brushed over it with the tip of your finger. The light brush, almost barely touching her nipple was enough to make the brunette whimper. Distracted by her deep kiss on your lips, she barely noticed that you worked her bra off with great skill. 

"You're so beautiful" you looked into her eyes before watching her slightly arch her back at your actions on her nipple. Lightly pinching it, feeling her harden in your finger tips. She wanted to moan but all that she let out were gasps for air as she held back her comments of pleasure. "Don't hold them back my angel" you whispered as your lips kissed from her lips to the vale of her breasts. Another sign of the lack of pleasure in her marriage, "I want to hear them" you added as your tongue carefully flicked over her left nipple. 

The tip of your tongue swirled, licked over and flicked the hardened bud before your lips latched on and sucked lightly, Wanda's fingers ran through your hair while she allowed herself to compliment the pleasure you were giving her. "Fuck" she whimpered under her breath as you continued to swirl your tongue around her nipple. 

"B-baby, stop, please" Wanda cupped your face once more, but it was too late. The warm taste of her breastmilk touched your tongue making you hum at the taste. "I'm sorry" Wanda apologised as you looked up at her, releasing her nipple from your lips. "Don't be, it's okay" you reminded her, "I love everything about you Wands, I have for so long" you admitted. Having been in love with the witch since the day you met her, "I know he made you hide a lot of yourself, but you don't have to do that with me, you're so beautiful inside and out" 

Wanda smiled softly at your words before letting you continue your actions on her body. The room filled with the soft moans and whimpers leaving Wanda's lips while you worked your way down to her skirt, removing it slowly revealing the scarlet red lacy panties that matched her bra. Wanda squirmed lightly in embarrassment at the dark wet patch you had caused from stimulating her nipples. Your lips kissed her inner thighs before you went back to her lips to assure her to relax and that you won't hurt her. 

You took one last moment to suckle and lightly bite her nipple while your hand toyed with her other, applying a little more pressure than before. "Shit baby! D-don't stop!" Wanda moaned, throwing her head back and arching her back to fill your mouth with more of her nipple. Her breath quickened, her moans got louder and her right hand fisted with a handful of your hair as she came with your name leaving her lips. 

Moments later as Wanda came down from her high, she ran her fingers through your hair once more, "that's never happened before" she admitted as you looked her in the eyes. "That's because you've never been with me" you replied, not to sound cocky but you knew from the moment she said her nipples were sensitive that you could pull her first orgasm of the night from stimulating them. Wanda playfully rolled her eyes at your words, "now, lay back and let me finish taking care of you" you added before kissing her lips once more.

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[hopelesslygaysstuff]

October 14 - Somnophilia

pairing: Wanda x masc!reader

summary: You use Wanda in her sleep.

content warnings: Non Consent, strapon, slight nipple play

word count: 1.3k+

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Wanda looks so soft like this. Her skin glows where the streetlight hits it, streaming through the gap in your curtains. Her eyelashes are long, her eyebrows twitching in her sleep as she mumbles, wrapping herself tighter around you. God, you can even count her freckles, your gaze wandering over her sharp cheekbones. Her hair is splayed out, a strand landing on your chest as she nuzzles further into your shoulder.

"Baby?" You whisper, biting your lip at the low noise she makes in response.

It's adorable, really.

She shifts again, her legs tightening around yours as you feel her press herself into your thigh. Fuck. You let your hand slowly drift across her skin, from her waist up to her chest, grateful that you both prefer to sleep nude.

Her nipples are hard. Your fingers gently grab one, pinching it softly as Wanda makes a breathy sound, her eyebrows furrowing. She responds so well to you, and you instantly want more.

You cup her breast, squeezing it as you feel yourself grow wet. Fuck, you want your strap. You want to be buried inside her, fucking her until she melts into you.

Patience. It's a long game.

You press your nose against her hair, continuing to knead her breast as she lets out small, sleepy whimpers. You inhale deeply, letting her vanilla shampoo invade your senses. She was your favorite scent, haunting your every waking moment and invading your dreams.

Safe to say, you were hooked on her. Obsessed, even.

Moving slowly, you rest her head on the pillow, positioning yourself above her. You need to taste her. You want to draw out more of those lovely whimpers, the sound only serving to make you more desperate for her.

Her hands fall limply to her sides, her fingers curling in her sleep. You grab her wrists, pulling them until they rest above her head. There. Now she was perfect, practically vulnerable, splayed out on the sheets.

"My good girl," you whisper, dragging your tongue down her sweet neck as you feel her shiver beneath you.

Wanda remains asleep, her body responding to your touch. Her back arches slightly, her hips softly humping against yours as you place gentle kisses against her skin.

You suck gently, not daring to leave a hickey. The dull pain might wake her, and you're having too much fun to risk that.

Your teeth scrape against her collarbone as you move lower, your mouth watering in anticipation. One of your favorite things is to suck on her breasts, and Wanda often strutted around the house topless in the hope that you'd do just that.

Her nipple tastes amazing, hard against your tongue as you suck gently. You take as much of her breast in your mouth as you can, your tongue circling the skin as you stimulate her. You could probably get off on this alone, but you force yourself to pull away, giving the same attention to her other breast.

You take a moment to admire her, those perfect nipples hard and covered in your saliva. They're puffy and slightly red, evidence of your stimulation. She looks perfect like this, so thoroughly debouched for you. Your perfect girl.

Your clit throbs. You need to be inside her.

Reaching across the bed, you pull open the drawer of the nightstand, wincing as the wood gently scrapes. Your fingers wrap around the strap, already attached to its harness, and you grab the bottle of lube beside it. You're sure that Wanda is wet enough to take you, but you don't want to risk her waking up.

It only takes a moment to strap the harness to yourself, the dildo gleaming wickedly in the moonlight as you stroke yourself, coating its length with lube. You position yourself between her thighs, spreading her legs as you easily manipulate her body to your satisfaction.

God. She's soaked. Her arousal clings to her, and you gently rub your finger through her folds, bringing it to your mouth and sucking eagerly. She tastes amazing, sweet, and utterly yours.

You squirt a little more lube onto the tip of your strap before gently rubbing it against her. You can see her clit harden as you gently nudge it with your strap.

"You're so good for me," you whisper, gently guiding the tip inside her. Wanda moans softly, twitching. "Such a good girl for me."

A strand of your hair falls into your eyes, and you brush it back impatiently, running a hand through it. You needed more pomade; the short strands are stubbornly soft without it, but there's no time.

You slide the strap in, taking your time. Wanda twitches slightly, her eyelids fluttering softly, but she remains asleep. You nearly groan as you bottom out, the base of your strap pressed against her. Reaching down, you apply soft pressure against her clit as you pull out.

You almost lose your composure when Wanda lets out a soft moan, her fingers curling around the pillow. Reminding yourself that you have to go slow, you thrust back into her.

There's almost no friction, your strap easily sliding back into her. You begin to thrust, slow and gentle, working her body up as she dreams. It's absolute heaven.

Wanda's skin begins to flush, creeping up her neck and making her cheeks a rosy pink shade that makes you want to fuck her harshly until she's begging you to stop. You refrain, fucking her slowly as you gently circle her clit.

"You're perfect like this," you murmur, pumping your strap deep inside her and watching her face as it contorts into an expression of pleasure. "So compliant for me, my perfect, needy girl."

Wanda's breathing grows heavier, and you can tell that she's close to waking up. She lets out a cute moan, the sound breathless and wanting, and you lose control.

Bending over, you grab her wrists harshly, smirking as her eyes fly open. Your hips move quickly, roughly fucking into her as a moan tears from her throat. Her pupils are dilated, her eyes locked on yours as you fuck into her.

"What-"

"Shut the fuck up," you growl, your tone harsh. She just nods, whimpering as you fuck her harder. She's biting her lip, trying not to make a sound.

"None of that," you command, kissing her and biting down on her bottom lip, pulling it with her teeth. "I want to hear you, baby. You were making such desperate noises in your sleep for me, don't stop now."

Wanda doesn't hold back. Her moans sound like a symphony of angels as you fuck her, desperate whimpers accompanying the beautiful noise of her wet pussy around your strap.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," you murmur, your voice gravely as you slam your hips into her.

"Yes," Wanda gasps out. "Make me cum, I need it. Fuck, you make me feel so good."

You smile, leaning down to suck one of her nipples into your mouth, biting down as you fuck her harder.

Wanda lets out a strangled gasp, her back arching as you feel her pussy clenching around your strap.

"Fuck, I'm… fuck."

"That's it, sweetheart," you murmur, loosening your bite as you suck her nipple into your mouth. "Cum for me."

Wanda cums. It's beautiful, her back arching as she moans lowly, the sound desperate and needy, music to your ears. Your clit throbs against the base of the strap, your orgasm rising as you fuck Wanda through hers.

Your hips twitch, and you rub her clit furiously as you cum. Wanda's body is trembling from the aftershocks, but you don't care. She's yours to use as you please, and she fucking loves it.

As you cum, Wanda is thrown into a second orgasm, her fingers clenched tightly around the pillow as she whimpers beneath you.

"Beautiful," you murmur, finally slowing your thrusts as your orgasm fades. You're body is warm, tingling from the afterglow of your orgasm, and you slowly slide your strap out.

Wanda smiles slowly, a blissful look on her face as she wraps her arms around your neck. Her fingers play with the short hairs on your neck, her eyes sparkling as she looks up at you.

"What a perfect way to wake up."

[warmachineran]

October 14: somnophilia / masturbation

TAGS: 18+ only, wanda x reader, reader has a penis, somnophilia, masturbation, creampie, sextape | .9k

A/N: day 4 of kinktober! this is somno in a way that it's actually after the fact. as always all kinks, especially those that dip kinda into dubcon, should always be discussed first and consented to by both parties. have fun yall typing out the tags felt like i was taking critical HP hits <3

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Wanda woke up to your side of the bed long been empty and cold. She recalls you mentioned that you needed to go to the office earlier than usual to prepare for a presentation. She tries to reach for her phone on the bedside drawer on her side, only to come up empty. But when she stretches her legs and rolls her ankles, she feels a different kind of aching in her thighs. A delicious kind of aching that only happens when you've spread her legs to their limit.

Just the thought of you opening her legs wider was enough to have her clenching her pussy walls. Then she feels something drip out of her hole.

Wanda slips her hand inside her panties, her fingers met with abundant wetness. She moans at the feel of it, at the knowledge that she's been drenching the sheets with her arousal in her sleep. She dips two fingers inside her, just up until the first knuckle initially, and when she feels the telltale feeling of your cum inside her, she moans loudly.

Fuck, she thinks, you creampied her while she's asleep.

Now she knows why the muscles on her legs ache, knows why her phone is not in its usual place on the top of her drawer. With her other hand, she reaches under your pillow, and soon enough she feels the shape of your phone.

She hurriedly grabs it, unlocking it with her fingerprint. There's an unread text in your conversation with Wanda.

Good morning, pretty girl. Hope you like what I left you. There's more for you to watch.

Wanda was actually the one to broach the subject with you, admitting that she finds it hot thinking about waking up full of your cum without her knowledge. That it has been a recurring fantasy of hers when she fucks herself. She even researched about the types of sleeping pills that would knock her out to let you have your way with her without waking up.

After testing the pills on different nights by setting up multiple alarms, she was able to narrow it down to one brand that let her sleep through the night without as much as getting disturbed by the alarm or of you waking her up to turn it off. She was only a little bit sorry that your sleep has been getting interrupted nightly but she knows you're just as excited as her every time you report the results of the experiment, your smile wicked and indulgent as you recall if she stirred during the night.

Wanda gave you the bottle and made you promise to not tell her if you dissolved the sleeping pill in the water you always make her drink before bed.

It had been over a few weeks since then and she has actually forgotten about it, the initial anticipation she couldn't help but feel during the first days have dissipated.

You did always know what's best for her and how to ruin her deliciously.

With her right hand still buried inside her panties, she painstakingly navigates to the private folder you have on your phone with only her left hand.

She sees a new video dated today.

Without further ado, Wanda presses play.

What greets her is a sight of your hard cock in your hand, glistening with what she assumes is lube. You slide your length through her folds, dipping the tip on her hole, teasing her. She has a front view of how her pussy gets wetter with every pass of your shaft over her clit.

When you slip your cock inside her, you point the phone towards her sleeping face — brows furrowed, mouth slightly parted open. Wanda buries her fingers inside her pussy and matches the rhythm of your thrusts.

The video becomes shaky and the speakers capture your soft pants and quiet grunts of pleasure. But still, you persist in capturing the way her cunt swallows your cock.

With the camera still trained on her pussy, your voice floats through, “Wonder what you're dreaming about while I'm fucking you, baby.”

You wiggle a little, digging your knees in on the mattress to balance yourself as your free hand comes up to rub her clit. Your thrusts have started to falter, the video now trembling on your hold. The familiar hitch of your breath when you're about to cum is loud and clear.

“Fuck, I'm gonna cum, Wands.” You thrust a few more times until you bury your cock to the hilt.

Wanda slides a third finger inside her pussy, her own thrusts going faster and harder. When you pull out slowly and let the last of your cum spill over her puffy hole, the filthy sight is enough to send her off to her own orgasm.

Only the sounds of Wanda's hard breathing and your soft pants through the phone speakers can be heard for a while.

Then, your phone rings and the caller ID shows Wanda's picture. She doesn't let it ring twice.

“Did you like my gift?” your voice filters through, your tone all too smug like a cat who got the cream.

[abimess]

"Baby, it tickles when you touch me there..."

"Baby, it tickles when you touch me there…"

"It tickles?!" You ask with a disbelieving laugh, and you can barely take a glimpse of her red cheeks before she hides them behind her palms.

"You know what I meant," Wanda grumbles against her hands, feeling the vibration of your chest against her back as you laugh again, your hands still on the inner part of the thighs.

"Do I?" You ask in a teasing tone, the movie on the TV completely forgotten by the two of you. "Does it still tickle when I touch you here?" You whisper against her ear, moving your hands dangerously up to her crotch, smiling when you hear her breath hitching.

"Y-yes." The redhead answer under her breath, gulping loudly when you rest your palm over her covered center. "Hmm… Do you want me to stop, then?"

The intense shake of her head makes you giggle huskily, putting your hands to move again.

"Alright, baby," you deposit a soft kiss on her jaw, your fingers venturing into her shorts, "rest your head on my shoulder, let me make you feel good."

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[wellsayhelloaagin]

Lessons Learnt

Summary: Your girlfriend had been after your attention all day but you're not sure this is what she had in mind.

Pairing: Taylor Sloane x reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 3k

Warnings: swearing, fingering, praise kink, use of toys, orgasm denial, edging, semi public toy use (I think that’s it 🤷🏻‍♀️)

A/N: Well, as promised we have the bratty Taylor fic. Because we all know that she would be the biggest brat ever, right? This wasn't meant to be quite this long and I even cut out part of what I had planned to write. I do be wordy sometimes. Anyway, its Christmas for me already so consider this my gift to you all.

You let out a frustrated groan, rubbing at your eyes to try and relieve the ache that was starting to set in after staring at your computer screen for the better part of your day.

You push back away from your desk, your chair rolling backwards as you close your eyes and welcome the silence of the room, no longer filled with the sound of your fingers typing furiously on the keyboard.

You can hear the muffled noise of your girlfriend moving about your shared apartment, the soft tones of her music permeating the air accompanied by the sounds of her singing along. You smile briefly, wishing more than anything that you could have spent your day dancing around the kitchen with her instead of being stuck behind your office door, trying desperately to finish your work before it’s deadline.

It had been extremely difficult to drag yourself out of bed that morning, resisting the tempting curves of your girlfriend as she lay peacefully sleeping. The morning sun bathing her soft skin in a warm glow, the sheet draped over her lower body leaving her naked back exposed to your eyes.

She had tried a few times throughout the day to pull you away from your work and it had almost worked. Taylor knew that you had a hard time saying no to her and she was stubborn enough to keep trying until you gave in.

As if she knew you were thinking about her, your phone lit up with a text from her. You opened the message smiling at the simple heart she had sent through.

Your phone chimed again, this time with a video she had sent through. You clicked to open it, your heart stopping momentarily at the sight on the screen before you as the video started to play.

Taylor was dancing around the kitchen, the song you had heard through the walls coming through clearly in the phone speaker. She smiled as she sang along to the music, her hips swaying in time to the tune.

While the premise of the video seemed innocent enough, her outfit was anything but.

She was wearing one of your old shirts, something she often did when she was lazing around the house This particular shirt had seen better days. It was at least five years old and worn down so much that the white fabric was practically see-through.

You could clearly make out what she was wearing underneath, or rather, what she wasn't wearing.

You could see the shape of her bare breasts, the thin shirt stretched against them as she moved. Her nipples were straining against the fabric, taut and firm and just begging to be licked.

The hem of the shirt reached halfway down her toned thighs and you could just make out her panties underneath them. They were a deep red and one of your favourite pairs of hers. The way they cut over her ass had you drooling on more than one occasion and she knew it.

Your girlfriend was sinfully beautiful and she knew just how to play you to get her way. Except you weren’t really in the mood to play her games today, too stressed from work to deal with her attention seeking behaviour.

But still, you decided to humour her and play along. Maybe you could use her to help ease some of the frustration from work and teach her a lesson along the way.

You smile as a plan forms in your head and you hear Taylor’s soft footsteps padding down the hallway towards your office. She had no idea what she was in for.

She knocks softly on the door and you school your features, not wanting to give away what you had planned. You roll back towards your desk, eyes focused on the screen as you answer her.

“Come in,” your voice rings out in the small room and you hear the door creak open behind you.

“Hey, baby,” Taylor greets you as she enters the room, walking up behind you and looping her arms around your neck.

“Hey,” you reply absentmindedly, eyes focused on the screen and denying her the attention you knew she so desperately craved.

“Are you almost done?” she asked, her lips pressing at the side of your jaw.

You knew what she was trying to do but you indulged her for a moment, knowing that for your plan to work she had to be convinced. So you let your head tilt to the side, giving her access to your neck.

“Not really,” you tell her as her mouth works over the sensitive skin on your neck.

No one said you couldn’t enjoy this too, after all.

“That’s a shame,” she murmurs, kissing behind your ear. “I’ve missed you today and I wanted to show you how much.”

You turn your chair around until you’re facing her, grabbing her by the back of the thighs and pulling her onto your lap roughly which causes her to let out a squeak of surprise.

“That’s funny,” you counter as her hands find your shoulders to steady herself, “I was thinking the same thing. I saw your video baby and I have plans for you after watching it.”

You watch as her eyes light up in excitement and you have to hold in your smirk to keep her from working out just what you had in store for her.

You surge forward, capturing her lips with your own in an effort to distract her. She responds immediately, her mouth moving against yours as her lips part to give your tongue access. You don’t waste any time, your tongue tangling with hers as her hands move to grip your hair.

Your hands move from the back of her thighs to grip her ass, fingers kneading the flesh and causing her to gasp into the kiss. You can feel the heat from her centre radiating as she hovers over your lap and you know that if you moved your hands down you would find her already wet.

You stand suddenly, Taylor's legs wrapping around your waist and your hands on her ass holding her firmly against you. Your lips are still fused together as you begin to walk toward your bedroom, the kiss deepening as she becomes more desperate.

You feel your knees hit the edge of the bed and you lower her down, your body following hers as she moves towards the pillows. You tug at the shirt, pulling it over her head and exposing her smooth skin to the cool air in the room.

Your mouth descends to her breasts, pulling one of her nipples into your mouth as her back arches into your touch. You smile against her skin, loving how easy it was to work her up. One of your hands trails over her stomach, feeling the muscles contract under your touch.

Your fingers dance along the waistband of her panties as your mouth moves across her chest, paying an equal amount of attention to her neglected nipple. Your hand slides under the fabric and she’s just as wet and ready as you had thought she would be.

“Please,” she moans in the quiet room, her voice needy and desperate.

You don’t bother teasing her, not yet. Your fingers dance along her folds for a few seconds, gathering the evidence of her arousal before you plunge two fingers inside of her and begin to pump them.

She gasps as you set a quick rhythm, her hips lifting from the bed to try and draw you deeper on each thrust. You curl your fingers, knowing exactly how to drive her wild and pull her to the edge quickly. She’s moaning loudly, her voice a mix of broken curses and your name as she fast approaches her orgasm.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” she cries out and you withdraw your fingers, her eyes flying open as she tries to process what’s happening.

“Wha-” she tries to protest but you shush her quickly, your fingers that had just been inside her dancing over her lips and coating them in her slick.

“Shh, baby,” you coo as you push your fingers into her mouth, resisting the urge to groan as she obediently begins to suck on them, “I’m going to make you feel good I promise.”

You pull your now clean fingers from her mouth, reaching over to the nightstand beside the bed and rummaging around the top drawer. Her eyes widen as you find what you were looking for, tossing the toy onto the bed beside her and reaching into the pocket of your pants for your phone.

You quickly connect the app to the toy, hearing the low rumble of vibrations as it comes to life. You smile at the eager anticipation written all over your girlfriend's face, knowing she had no idea of what awaited her for the rest of the night.

You pick the toy up, crawling back over to where Taylor was on the bed. You drag it down her throat, delighting in the small gasp she lets out when the vibrations dance over her sensitive nipples.

“Do you want this, baby?” you ask her and she nods eagerly, pliant under your ministrations.

“Where do you want it?” you continue, circling her other nipple as you turn the vibrations up from the control on your phone.

“In-inside me,” she stutters out, her breaths ragged as she fights to maintain control.

She’s right where you want her, desperate and ready to beg. She had never looked more beautiful.

“You didn’t ask very nicely,” you pout, moving the toy to slide over the skin of her inner thighs and watching the muscles tense under your touch.

“P-please,” she tries again, her legs widening to give you better access, “I want it inside me, please.”

“That’s better,” you smirk, fingers tugging her panties to the side and allowing you to gaze upon her glistening centre.

She was practically dripping at this point, making a mess of her panties. You take pity on her, coating the toy in her juices before slowly pressing it inside her, watching her eyes roll back into her head as she feels the vibrations where she wanted them most.

You manoeuvre the end of the toy to wrap around and rest against her clit, the vibrations against her bundle of nerves paired with the sensations of the part of the toy resting within her walls pulling her back to the edge again.

You start to play with the controls, adjusting the speed and pattern of the vibrations and watching as Taylor’s hands grip the sheets below her as her moans grow in volume. You don't know how long you spend playing with her, bringing her to the edge before lowering the speed and watching her orgasm escape her over and over.

She’s writhing on the bed, tears leaking from her eyes as she pleads with you for her release, begging you to cum until her voice goes hoarse. You’re still not satisfied that she’s learnt her lesson though, not sure that she won’t continue to tease you with her tempting body while you try to work.

But you decide to give her a break, at least for a little while. You turn the toy off but leave it pushed inside her, glistening as it's coated in her arousal. You tug her panties back into place, tapping gently against her clothed centre and chuckling as she jerks at the action.

Her chest is still heaving, trying to catch her breath from the overwhelming stimulation of the past hour. Which each deep breath in, her breasts bounce freely and you can’t help but lean down and nip at them, hearing her whine pathetically beneath you.

“C’mon,” you instruct her, your mouth working its way up her neck, “I’m going to take you out to dinner.”

Taylor nods dumbly, reaching down as if to remove the toy from where it was nestled inside her.

“Oh no sweetheart,” you say, lightly slapping her hand away, “it stays in. I think you still need to learn your lesson of interrupting me while I’m busy at work.”

//

“Is your chicken good, baby?” you ask as you look at Taylor across the table.

She doesn’t look comfortable, her eyes darting from you to the other patrons in the restaurant like they had been since you had arrived. You don’t fight the smirk on your face at her obvious discomfort, knowing that she was still preoccupied with the vibrator that was still nestled inside her.

You hadn’t turned it back on yet but you knew she would be able to feel it every time she shifted in her seat, a reminder that at any moment you could take control of her body.

“It’s nice,” she responds meekly, spearing another piece of food with her fork and bringing it to her too tempting lips.

“That’s good,” you reply, continuing to enjoy your meal and the way she was squirming before you.

You let the silence settle over your table, finishing your meal and watching the way Taylor’s shoulders begin to relax slightly. You want her to feel safe enough to let her guard down, it was all part of your plan.

You strike up a conversation, drawing Taylor’s mind away from the events of the afternoon and soon she’s laughing along with you, her smile lighting up the room as it always did.

The waitress comes over with the dessert menus and you watch as Taylor reads over the options, her nose scrunching up adorably as she ponders what to get.

The waitress returns to take your orders and that’s when you decide to strike, unlocking your phone while Taylor is distracted.

“Can I please have the- OH!” She jerks obviously in her seat as you turn the toy on, her eyes flashing to you as she tries to get herself under control again.

“Are you okay?” the waitress asks, concern etched across her features from your girlfriends' sudden outburst.

“Uh yeah,” Taylor answers but her voice is obviously strained, “I’ll just grab the cheesecake.”

The waitress nods, writing the order down but not looking convinced as she turns to you.

“Nothing for me, thanks,” you tell her, slowly increasing the speed of the vibrations and watching the way Taylors knuckles turn white as she grips the edge of the table.

“Okay, it’ll be right out,” the waitress tells you cheerily, casting another concerned glance your girlfriend’s way.

Taylor offers her a strained smile in return, trying her hardest to keep still while you adjust the setting for the toy. The waitress walks away and Taylor turns to glare at you, her teeth grinding together in order to contain the moans you knew were building in her throat.

“What are you doing?” she hisses at you once the waitress is out of earshot.

You can tell she’s trying to gain control of the situation, the tone of her voice one that she often used when she wanted to get her way, but that quickly falters as you press a button on your phone and hear the hum of the toy grow louder. You watch her eyes dart around the restaurant again but no one is paying attention to the booth tucked away in the corner that the two of you are seated in.

“Teaching you not to be such a tease when I’m working,” you answer her casually, leaning back in your seat and lowering the speed of the vibrator.

You watch Taylor's shoulders sag in relief for a second before you dial it back up again, watching her back tense instantly. You knew you were being cruel but you were just having too much fun.

You could see the war flashing behind Taylor's eyes, her need for defiance trying to win out but eventually, she cracked, unable to ignore the waves of pleasure threatening to crash over her.

“Please,” she begs brokenly, her green eyes searching yours for an inch of mercy. “I promise I won’t do it again.”

You pretend to consider her statement for a second, delighting in the way her breath began to speed up, her breasts straining against the plunging neckline of her dress with each ragged breath in.

“Okay,” you agree after a moment, leaning forward on the table so Taylor could hear your next words as your voice drops to just above a whisper. “Be a good girl for me and eat your dessert and when we go home I’ll fuck you so good you can’t remember your own name.”

You lean back in your seat just as the waitress brings over the slice of cheesecake, a stunned expression on your girlfriend's face. She barely acknowledges the waitress, her eyes focused on you as you bring your glass of water to your lips.

“Well,” you prompt once the waitress is gone again, “you better eat up.”

Taylor tries to eat her cheesecake quickly but you make it difficult for her, messing with the app each time she goes to take a bite. By the time she’s done, she’s shaking in her seat, her nerves on fire from the relentless stimulation. You help her to her feet, the toy now motionless inside her as you place your hand on her lower back to guide her to the exit.

Once you’ve made it through the doors, the cool night breeze meeting your girlfriend flushed skin and causing her to shiver, you lean over to whisper in her ear.

“Such a good girl,” you sigh, nose brushing the shell of her ear, “now it’s time to uphold my end of the deal.”

She nods, her hand gripping your forearm as you nip at her earlobe. Your hand is on your phone again and Taylor gasps as you hear the familiar hum of the toy echoing from between her legs. She leans more of her weight against you, her legs unable to hold her up much longer as you chuckle into her ear.

“But first, you need to survive the car ride home.”

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[wellsayhelloaagin]

Running Late

Summary: You were already running late so you might as well have a little fun with your girlfriend before you leave.

Pairing: Taylor Sloane x reader

Genre: Smut

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: swearing, fingering, praise kink, use of strap, orgasm denial, bottom!Taylor

A/N: This is just smut, don't even bother looking for a plot. Enjoy ;)

You sigh as you stare down at your phone, the number in the top corner slowly increasing as more and more time passes. You had planned to leave in ten minutes but you couldn’t see that happening now.

You pull yourself up off the sofa where you had been waiting patiently for the past half hour and wander through the house in search of your girlfriend, Taylor. You run your hands over your thighs, smoothing the creases out of your dress pants as you do so.

Your night was about to be filled with meaningless conversations with LA socialites all clawing over each other to try and make themselves look better. It was a scene you had become familiar with since you had started dating Taylor a few years prior and it was only your love and support for her that kept you coming back to them.

Initially, you had been worried that Taylor would turn out to be the same as the rest of them but once you got to know her you saw that the shallow influencer persona she adopted was just a front. While at times she could be self-centred and pretentious, you also got to glimpse the real Taylor.

The Taylor who loved fiercely and was loyal to those she truly cared for, the Taylor who spent her Sundays wearing sweatpants with pasta stains on them from the night before, the Taylor who would engage in conversations about the world around her with insights you wouldn’t have expected when first looking at the blonde.

You smile as you near your shared bedroom, hearing her voice as she hums along to whatever song is currently stuck in her head. You follow the noise to the adjoining bathroom, glimpsing your girlfriend in the reflection of the mirror.

While you were slightly annoyed that you were once again going to be late, you couldn’t find it in you to care too much as you gazed at the beauty in front of you. Taylor was wearing a black dress, the hemline dangerously high as she leaned over the bathroom counter, the tops of her thighs exposed to your eyes.

The counter was cluttered with various makeup products and you knew this was the cause of her delay. Taylor always wanted to look her best and no matter how many times you reassured her that you thought she looked beautiful even without makeup, she would always argue that the types of people she had to interact with for work wouldn’t appreciate her showing up without putting in the effort.

Taylor catches your eye in the mirror as you move to stand behind her, shooting you an apologetic grimace as she meticulously applies her eyeliner.

“Sorry, baby,” she apologies as your arms wrap around her middle and your chin rests over her shoulder, “I’m almost done. Give me another five minutes?”

You nod, knowing full well that five minutes in Taylor time is closer to thirty in real life. You press your forehead to the back of her neck, appreciating the open back design of her dress as you place soft kisses along the top of her shoulders.

She returns to her makeup, as you stand there, breathing in the soft, floral scent of her perfume and mentally preparing yourself to be surrounded by fake smiles all night. Taylor moves to line her other eye, leaning further over the counter to see clearly which causes her ass to press into you more.

You smirk as you hear her gasp, knowing that she must have noticed the bulge in the front of your pants. You had decided to wear your strap tonight, knowing that these types of parties always offered many secluded corners shrouded in darkness that you could pull Taylor into when you got sick of dealing with everyone.

Taylor shifts again, rubbing herself over the clothed silicone cock as your hands move to her hips to steady her. Your lips travel up the side of her neck as her ass presses against you again, a soft moan escaping her lips as you nibble on the sensitive skin below her ear.

“Careful, Tay,” you whisper in her ear as she pushes against you again, “you don’t want to start something you can’t finish.”

She whines, frustrated as you take a small step back, denying her anything to rub against and ease the ache that had settled between her legs. You watch as her thighs rub together, seeking friction and you just know that if you were to slide your hand between them you would find her wet and needy.

“Please,” she whimpers, her green eyes finding yours again in the mirror as she shoots you a desperate look. She’s right where you want her, ready to beg for any kind of relief.

“But we’re going to be late,” you taunt as your hands run over the back of her thighs, lifting the hem of her dress even higher and exposing the curve of her ass.

You groan as you spy the black lace panties she was wearing underneath, admiring how the cut of them shows off the taut muscle that you knew Taylor was very proud of. You swat at it gently, earning another soft moan from her before you grip it in your hands, kneading the flesh.

“I can keep getting ready,” she tries to bargain, hand shaking as she brings the eyeliner pencil up to her face again. “You can just play with me while I finish up.”

“Oh I don’t think so,” you say, hand slipping between her legs to brush over her panties. Your fingers push against her clothed clit and she drops the pencil, hands gripping the counter tightly as you smile triumphantly.

“See, baby,” you coo, pressing more firmly against her and already feeling the way she was soaking through the fabric, “you can’t even keep it together when I’m barely touching you. I don’t think you could handle my cock.”

She whimpers as your fingers dip under the edge of her panties, sliding along her slick folds before you press a finger into her without warning. You slide it in and out of her a few times before you add a second finger, enjoying the warm, wet feel of her around your digits.

“So needy for me,” you taunt, curling your fingers and making her gasp, “but we don’t have time for this.”

You pull your fingers out, enjoying the whine that escapes Taylor's lips as her hips chase your hand, trying to keep you inside her. You look at her in the reflection of the mirror again, watching the tops of her breasts press against her dress as she pants for breath.

“I’ll be good, I promise,” she begs, her hips still trying to seek friction against you even as your hands hold them still.

“Hmmmm,” you consider, hands moving to the top of her panties and playing with the waistband of the underwear. “You promise to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” she breathes out as you start to tug them slowly down her legs, “whatever you say.”

“Okay,” you agree as her panties pool at her feet, your hands moving between her thighs to spread her legs for you. “Be a good girl and warm my cock for me as you finish getting ready and then maybe I’ll fuck you properly after.”

Your hands go to the button of your pants as Taylor eagerly pushes her ass out toward you, waiting to be filled by your strap. You free the toy, rubbing it along her slit to coat it in her arousal before you press the tip against her entrance.

“Are you ready for it?” you ask her as you pause your movements, the tip of the toy stretching her hole slightly. Taylor nods enthusiastically, trying to push back against you to draw the it deeper.

You press forward slowly, watching Taylor’s face in the mirror for any sign of discomfort. All you see is the pleasure that takes over her expression as you begin to stretch her out. After a few moments, you bottom out inside of her, holding still and giving her time to adjust to the feeling.

You stay there for a minute, Taylor’s laboured breathing the only sound in the room. Her eyes are closed but you still watch her in the mirror, once again stunned by her beauty. Her lips are parted and you want nothing more than to be able to take the bottom one between your teeth.

Taylor tries to shift her hips, once again seeking friction to ease the ache that had settled in her lower belly but you hold her hips firmly, probably leaving bruises on her tanned skin.

“That wasn’t the deal,” you remind her, keeping the toy still inside her and not giving her any kind of relief. “You need to finish getting ready and be my good girl.”

She huffs out a frustrated breath and you have to suppress a smug smile, knowing that she would be hating this right now. Taylor wasn’t usually the type of person who liked to wait for things, which was ironic considering how often she made others wait for her.

She picks up the eyeliner again, quickly swiping it along her lash line to match her first eye. You sit there watching, enjoying the look of concentration on her face as she switches to adding on the finishing touches.

First she curls her lashes, before picking up her mascara. She does the first eye, the black of the mascara on her long lashes making the green of her eyes pop even more. She moves to the second eye, holding her breath as she moves the wand towards her eye.

You can’t resist, rolling your hips slightly and delightfully listening to the shocked gasp that escapes her. She shoots you a glare in the mirror but you just return an innocent look, you hips still once more. She rolls her eyes, looking back at her reflection as she once again brings the mascara towards her eye.

You do it again, this time rolling your hips with more purpose and earning a groan from Taylor as the toy pushes further inside her. You do it again, trying to pull the same noise from her mouth and you’re rewarded with a deep, guttural moan. She’s abandoned her makeup now, returning her hands to the edge of the counter to try and gain some leverage to push back against you.

You begin to rut into her, your hips pressing flush against her ass with each thrust forward. Her body jerks with the force of your movements, your pace hard and fast as you grip her hips tightly. You slam into her over and over, Taylors moans echoing off the tiles on the bathroom as you pull her closer and closer to the edge.

You shift your hips, changing the angle of the toy pressing inside her and causing a string of profanities to fall from Taylors lips. You know she’s getting close, her knuckles turning white with the force of her grip. Her hips are stuttering, trying to keep rhythm with yours but the pleasure has begun to take over her.

Your hand leaves it position on her hip, reaching around to brush over her swollen clit. You rub the bundle of nerves between your fingertips as Taylor calls out your name, her moans increasing in volume as her orgasm approaches.

“Fuck, baby, I’m gunna cum,” she cries out, her hand grabbing onto your forearm, nails digging into the skin there. “Please, don’t fucking stop.” Her head is thrown back to your shoulder, eyes closed as her face contorts in ecstasy.

Instead of following her directions, you pull out of her. She whines at the loss of friction, turning to face you, her eyes flying open to meet your gaze in bewilderment. You tuck the strap back into your pants, ignoring the outrage slowing crossing her face as she realises what just happened. She had been seconds away from her orgasm and now she was standing there, a panting mess as you zip up your fly like nothing had happened.

When you finally do meet her gaze, you offer her a lopsided grin as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind her ear. You pick up the discarded mascara wand, placing it back into her hand as you press a kiss to her forehead that was coated in a slight sheen of sweat.

“Only good girls get to cum and you never finished your makeup like you were supposed to” you murmur, watching her eyes widen. “Now come on, we’re going to be so late.”

With that you turn and walk out of the room, leaving Taylor there to silently stare at your back. You could tell by the rage you saw brewing behind her eyes before you left that you were in for one hell of a night.

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[abimess]

A little reward for your behavior

Taylor Sloane x Reader

Summary: After an unknown (and quite attractive) neighbor moves into the house across the street, Taylor is determined to do whatever it takes to win her over. And you definitely have no objection to this. [3.195 words]

Warnings: smut (+18 only!)

Sooo this is my first attempt at writing dom!characters so please be gentle 😶 let me know your thoughts haha Good reading, everyone!

You do NOT have permission to repost or translate my work on any platforms (even with credit)

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If there's one thing Taylor is sure of, it's that she always gets what she wants.

It has always been this way, and it's thanks to this that she got where she is now. She wouldn't have gotten all the sponsors and followers if it weren't for her charm and manners. So with her new goal it would be no different.

A few days ago, Taylor was returning from her hike when she saw a moving truck parked in front of her house across the street.

Overcome with curiosity, the blonde watched as two men carried some furniture into the house. A few moments later, her jaw drops. Coming out of the house, a woman walks up to the delivery men with a casual smile on her face and Taylor is sure that this is the hottest woman she has ever seen. Swallowing dryly, Taylor watches intently as the unknown neighbor runs her fingers through her hair.

Before the stranger could see the clumsy mess Taylor has become, the blonde enters the house. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Taylor feels her legs fail her at the memory of the woman's figure on the street. Each detail intensifying the discomfort below Taylor's belly that she simply couldn't ignore.

But she needs to pull herself together. With a determined frown, Taylor begins to plan her next moves. She would have you. Whatever it takes.

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Taylor started going out for walks in shorter and shorter clothes, grasping at the possibility that you might be in the front yard, coming home or whatever. The blonde also went out at different times of the day, but each time without success, since you apparently never left the house.

Faced with the failure of her first attempt, Taylor was forced to take a more direct approach. So she puts on a casual dress that has a low enough neckline to make her breasts pop up if she makes the right move.

"Hi!" Taylor greets you innocently as soon as you open the door, and she has to hide her smile when she notices your eyes briefly descending to the exact place she wanted them to go.

"Hi." You greet back, a lopsided smile that automatically causes Taylor's stomach to chill. "I'm Taylor, your front door neighbor." She informs, pointing to her house with her thumb and you nod, introducing yourself next.

She then offers her hand for you to shake and you do so, but Taylor leans forward and gives you a brief, light kiss on the cheek, your perfume invading her senses in the same way that hers invades yours. If you were surprised by her closeness, you don't let it show.

"I have something for you." She informs you excitedly, extending a basket toward you and you widen your eyes in surprise, but take the object. You look at the cheeses and wine inside the basket with a grateful smile on your face. "It's just a housewarming gift, no big deal." Taylor says dismissively, but feeling extremely proud of the reaction the gift has caused you.

"No, this is awesome! Thanks." You assure, your eyes meeting hers once again. There is a few seconds of silence between your two before you assume an apologetic expression. "I'd love to invite you in, but I'm kinda working right now."

"Oh, no, it's okay!" She says good-humoredly, disguising her disappointment. "Sorry to disturb you."

"You don't." You reply without hesitation and Taylor smiles, biting her lower lip. When your eyes are drawn to the action, the blonde feels her heart beating faster.

"So, I'm having a party on Saturday night. You should totally show up." She comments, but soon adds. "I mean, if you want to." You giggle huskily and it takes everything in Taylor not to grab you by the collar of your shirt and kiss you. "Sure! That sounds fun."

"Awesome." She comments, a victorious smile on her face. "See you around, (Y/n)." She completes and you nod. "See you around. And thanks again for the basket." You say, briefly raising the item to your chest height.

"Anytime." She says suggestively and you smile mischievously, checking her out, and the blonde feels her body warm under your gaze. With one last exchange of glances, you walk back into the house as Taylor crosses the street, walking towards her house with a smile of accomplishment on her face.

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It's Saturday night and several people have arrived already, but none of them is you.

Taylor makes small talk with some of the guests, but all she can do is wonder if you're coming or not. But her expressions soften when she sees you entering the house, your hands timidly inside your pockets.

"You came!" Taylor says excitedly, approaching you, and you greet her with a smile. She places her hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze, as she kisses the corner of your mouth. When she pulls away, she bites back a smile at the sight of your slightly dilated pupils.

"Come, let me introduce you to everyone." She says, holding your hand and pulling you through the house. You don't mind when she entwines her fingers with yours, and Taylor doesn't mind when you don't let go of her hand.

Soon you start chatting casually with some people and the sight of your relaxed self is intoxicating. You laugh, and talk, and with every move Taylor has to control herself not to pull you away from everyone.

But you were interacting too much with other people and Taylor needed your attention strictly on her. She was not willing to share.

So throughout the conversation she leans against you and runs her hand suggestively down your arm, but nothing seems enough and you keep giving priority to the other people you're talking to. That's when Taylor has an idea.

With a purposefully clumsy movement, the blonde spills her drink on your shirt, soaking the entire front of your torso. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." Taylor says dramatically as you tug the soaked shirt away from your body. "It's okay." You say with a reassuring smile and the blonde has to contain a smile.

"No, it's not!" Taylor says, taking your hand in hers once again. "Come, let's get you some dry clothes." She pulls you into the bedroom and smiles mischievously when you don't object.

You walk into the bedroom, and Taylor closes the door as soon as you do. She walks over to the closet and starts rummaging through one of the drawers. "I have one of my brother's shirts here, it should fit you." She says and, when she finally finds the shirt, she turns to you but she chokes immediately at the sight of you already unbuttoning your shirt.

You take off your shirt, remaining only in your bra, and walk over to her, smirking at the astonished mess she has become. "Thank you, darling." You say almost in a whisper as you take the shirt from her hands, and Taylor feels her whole body goosebumps at the sound of your voice.

Taylor watches you put on the shirt, her mouth going dry and hearing her heartbeat in her ears. When you finish getting dressed, you return your gaze to hers. Taylor's eyes drift to your mouth, and your smile widens.

You lean slightly toward her, and Taylor's breath hitches at the insinuation of your movement. But you stop, and the blonde frowns briefly. "We shouldn't keep your guests waiting."

With that, you turn away from her, walking toward the door. Taylor huffs, displeased, but soon follows you.

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It had been a few days since the night of the party and Taylor still felt her body warm with the memory of the moment you shared in the bedroom.

The blonde is standing in line at the supermarket, swinging her leg restlessly. She had to have you. Her desire for you grew as time went on and she couldn't take it anymore. She had enough.

Taylor returns home, and as if the universe has heard her pleas, the person she wanted most appears. "Hi, neighbor." She hears your voice, and the blonde immediately turns to look at you. "Hey!" She greets back, an inviting smile on her face.

"Need help with that?" You ask, pointing to the groceries in her trunk, and Taylor moves her hands dismissively. "You don't have to."

"Come on, I insist." You say, already reaching over and grabbing some bags, and Taylor smiles, biting her lower lip before thanking you.

You carry the groceries into her house and Taylor smiles proudly every time she catches you checking her out. But that was no longer enough, so she decides to tease a little more.

As the two of you take the last bags into the kitchen, Taylor purposely drops one of the items on the floor, bending over next for you to see her ass, barely covered by her short shorts. "Oops." She says as she stands up, unable to disguise the smile that formed as she noticed your eyes exactly where she wanted them to be.

"I'm so clumsy." She says with an innocent giggle. You chuckle, looking down and shaking your head. Taylor watches you intently.

"You've been trying so hard, haven't you?" You ask, looking at her again. Her smile falters, causing your own to widen. You walk over to her slowly and Taylor swallows dryly, her eyes locked on yours.

"Doing all these things just to get my attention. So... determined." You say, running your fingers down her arms. Taylor feels her body tingle everywhere you touch her, her skin burning under your intense stare.

You look at her once more, a smile on your face that Taylor can't quite decipher, but finds both intimidating and desirable. "Take your blouse off." You say, calmly, and Taylor feels her heart beat faster.

A second of hesitation is all it takes for the blonde to remove the garment. You admire her intently, a smile appearing on your face as soon as you see she was wearing nothing under her blouse, and Taylor feels her body shiver under your stare.

With one swift movement, you grab her by the waist and pull her close, making a surprised noise escape Taylor's throat. With your lips brushing against each other, you feel Taylor's chest rise and fall with her ragged breathing and you smirk lopsidedly.

Taylor brings her hands to the collar of your shirt, and with one swift motion, you move your hands down to the blonde's thighs, lifting her up and placing her on the kitchen counter.

A moan of surprise escapes Taylor's mouth, and when her eyes meet yours, you see her pupils dilate and you know you can't wait any longer. You connect your lips to hers and Taylor sighs, immediately corresponding to the kiss and wrapping her arms around your neck.

You bring your hand up to Taylor's neck, pulling her close and giving it a gentle squeeze, and the blonde gasps. You take the opportunity to slide your tongue against hers, and Taylor moans at the new touch.

When air is needed, you move your kisses down to Taylor's jaw and neck, and the blonde sighs, running her fingers through your hair and gripping it tightly. You continue down your kisses, biting the sensitive skin and leaving marks that you know will stay there for a while. Taylor moans with each one of them.

When you reach her breasts, you give a long lick to one, squeezing the other with your hand. Taylor sighs deeply, throwing her head back and arching her body against you, craving for more.

Not wanting to rush the moment, you take your time there, delighting in Taylor and in the sounds you elicit from her. The blonde wraps her legs around your waist, bringing you as close to her as she can get. You grin, nibbling on her hardened nipple and earning a low moan from Taylor.

You move your kisses upward, returning to Taylor's neck. And as soon as you are close enough, the blonde pulls you in, connecting her lips to yours in an intense, desperate kiss.

Wrapping your arms around her waist, you lift the blonde off the counter, carrying her into the bedroom. Taylor doesn't stop kissing you the entire way there.

As soon as you feel your legs slam against the side of the bed, you lay Taylor down on the mattress, laying on top of her next. The blonde straightens up in bed, but at no point does she move her face away from yours. You don't object.

You stand up, and Taylor watches you, breathing heavily. With one swift movement, you remove your shirt. But before Taylor can enjoy the view, you're already kissing her again, and the blonde sighs as she feels your naked torso against hers.

This time the kiss is slow and sensual, and Taylor feels her whole body shiver. With low moans, Taylor runs her hands down your back, your skin shivering at every place her nails scratch you.

You press your knee against Taylor's center and the blonde moans softly as the discomfort in the pit of her belly increases. When Taylor begins to move her hips against your leg to increase the friction, you smirk.

As you move your kisses down Taylor's jaw, the blonde moves her trembling hands to the bar of your pants, trying unsuccessfully to remove them. You smile mischievously.

"Use your words, darling." You say against Taylor's ear, making her entire body shiver. "What do you want?" You ask, lifting up enough to look at her and delighting in the girl's swollen lips and ragged breathing beneath you.

"You're wearing too many clothes." She replies with a husky chuckle and your smile widens. You stand up to remove your pants and Taylor watches you intently. "Lose your shorts." You command and the blonde obeys immediately.

With both of you completely naked now, you lie on top of her once again. You kiss Taylor once more, your tongues dancing sensually together. You move your hand slowly down to the blonde's intimacy and Taylor loosely wraps her legs around your waist.

As soon as your fingers find Taylor's intimacy, hot and wet, you smile mischievously. "Look at you, baby girl." You break the kiss and admire her dilated pupils. Taylor shivers at the nickname. "So ready for me." You remark, beginning to make slow movements on her clit and Taylor closes her eyes.

"I bet you've been fantasizing about this moment, haven't you?" you tease, gradually intensifying the movement on her clit as Taylor's moans also increase.

"Desperately wishing I'd fuck you, weren't you?" You continue the teasing, depositing wet kisses down her neck as you continue the steady movements on her intimacy. Taylor nods weakly, feeling her body heat up to the point of boiling. You smirk, proud of the effect you cause her, and lift your face once more.

"I wanna hear you say it." You say in a soft yet demanding tone and Taylor bites her lower lip, suppressing a moan before answering. "Yes." She replies breathlessly and you smile.

"Well, I'm here now, princess. You don't have to wish anymore." You say, and before Taylor can even think to respond, you stick two fingers inside her at once without warning.

Taylor's loud moan echoes in the room and fills your ears as she arches her back, gripping the bed sheets tightly. You keep a steady rhythm inside her, massaging her clitoris with your thumb as you take your mouth to one of her breasts, sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin. Taylor breaks down into moans and whimpers, her head spinning frantically with pleasure at all the sensations you provide for her.

You move your kisses down her belly and Taylor holds her breath when your mouth reaches her intimacy. With a long lick of her clit, you suck on the sensitive skin.

It doesn't take long for Taylor's body to break down in spasms, the discomfort below her belly exploding and making her whole body hotter than it already was. With one last loud moan, the blonde pushes your head away, signaling you to stop.

With one final lick you lift your face, a proud smile playing on your lips, but you keep your fingers inside her. As you lie on top of her, keeping your faces at the same height again, you press her clit with your thumb and Taylor trembles intensely.

"Please stop." She whimpers and you smile. "Oh I don't think I will." You say provocatively and Taylor watches you intently, her lips ajar. "You've spent all this time trying to get me here. I better give you what you want, don’t I?" You tease and Taylor's breathing hitches. But considering all the sensations she is feeling now, she knows she has reached her edge.

"I can't do it anymore." She pleads, but your smile widens. "Of course you can, baby girl." You say reassuringly. You kiss the side of her face, bringing your mouth close to her ear. "I'll take care of you." You whisper, and Taylor holds her breath.

You deposit soft kisses down Taylor's neck, moving your fingers slowly inside her. The blonde sighs heavily, her body contracting before relaxing completely.

As you move your kisses up the side of her jaw, you capture her lips on yours. The kiss is slow and sensual, as are the movements you keep inside her, your thumb eventually pressing against her clit. Taylor moans amidst heavy sighs against your mouth, her hands on your neck, stroking your hair at the nape of your neck.

It doesn't take long for Taylor to be ready again, so you increase the intensity of your thrusts, massaging her clit with your thumb as you kiss her more passionately.

Taylor's moans increase in the same way, and she unconsciously moves her hips towards you to increase the contact. You give her what she wants.

The blonde pulls her face away from yours for breath, her moans loud and clear, so close to your ear that it makes your head spin. Taylor runs her hands down your back, her nails digging into your skin from pleasure, leaving marks that you know are going to last for a long time. You smile, and suck on a sensitive point on her neck, making Taylor moan even louder.

With her entire body still extremely sensitive, it doesn't take long for Taylor to reach her limit again. But this time, when she asks you to stop, completely surrendered, you do as she wants.

You finally withdraw your fingers from inside Taylor, your hand completely covered in her juices. You suck your fingers, delighting once again in Taylor's taste, and the blonde watches you intently as she tries to regain control of her breathing.

She moves her hands to your neck, intending to pull you in for another kiss. But she doesn't even have to, because you lean in first and connect your lips to hers intensely. And when you do, Taylor smiles proudly.

She always gets what she wants.

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[gingiesworld]

Sins of Pleasure

Nun Wanda Maximoff x Inmate GN! Reader (Drabble)

Warnings: Smut. Shameless Smut. Oral (W recieving)

18+ MINORS DNI

Since Y/N was placed in a high security prison for psychopaths and murderers, the cell block's Nun, Sister Maximoff had taken quite a liking to the newest inmate. She would enter their cell of a morning, telling the guards to clear the floor for prayer time.

So like clock work, she entered Y/N's cell, closing the door and sliding the peephole shut.

"Are you ready for prayer?" She asked them with a smirk. They just nodded as they rose to the feet as she hiked up her skirt. "On your knees." She ordered them. She loved how they complied to her every instruction. Making it impossible to feel guilt about going against the oath she took when she first joined the convent.

They licked their lips at the sight of her already soaked underwear. Watching as she pulled them down her silky smooth legs. They could smell her arousal like a rabid animal. Already getting aroused themselves at the sight of her dripping folds.

"Now, be a good little brat and use that pretty mouth of yours." She told them. They didn't need telling twice as they dove right in. Licking a strip through her folds, as she held on to the wall behind where Y/N knelt. "Oh Father forgive me." She moaned as they inserted a finger into her gaping hole. Thrusting at a steady pace. "For I have sinned." She almost screamed when they teeth grazed her sensitive bud as they inserted a second finger. "And I keep on sinning." She gasped when Y/N had hit her G-spot. "I crave for sins of the flesh." She held her breath as she felt herself nearing the edge. "Like the forbidden fruit of Eden."

Y/N continued to work as Wanda was a moaning mess, barely able to continue her prayers, holding in the screams that wanted to escape as she came, Y/N cleaned up every drop before Sister Maximoff stepped away, gripping their jaw.

"Next time, I may need more than that tongue and your fingers." She told them breathlessly as they helped her put her underwear back on, rising to their feet as Wanda still held their jaw. Kissing them roughly, forcing her tongue through their mouth before she sucked on their tongue. Pulling away harshly before leaving a horny Y/N behind to sort themselves out.

[isthatmyjacket-rhiyo]

big bad wolf - wanda x natasha

summary: Natasha is a werewolf, and it's full moon's night. she's hiding in a safe house, and Wanda finds her. Natasha begs Wanda to leave before she turns into a werewolf because she's afraid she won't be able to control herself, but Wanda doesn't want to leave her alone. when Natasha fully turns into a wolf, Wanda's scent is too much and she's having a hard time not fucking Wanda. Wanda just wants to be fucked by the big wolf that Natasha turned into. wolf!Natasha has a cock.

tags: werewolf, smut, oral sex, pwp, also there is a plot if you squirm, bestiality I guess. I don't know what else to tag. this is very slightly inspired by a swanqueen fanfic I read years ago. if you don't like/it's not your thing just move on. also first time writing something like this.

The moon, a fat, luminous pearl hanging in the ink-black sky, was a cruel mistress. Its light spilled through the grimy windows of the safe house, painting silver stripes across the floorboards and caressing Natasha’s skin like a phantom touch that promised agony. Every beam felt like a hot wire against her flesh, coaxing the beast just beneath the surface. Her muscles were a symphony of violent tremors, a prelude to the brutal rearrangement of bone and sinew that was to come. A low groan tore from her throat, the sound more animal than human. Sweat beaded on her brow, plastering strands of red hair to her temples as she braced herself against a concrete support pillar, her knuckles white.

"Just a little longer," she panted, her voice a raw, desperate rasp. "Just ride it out."

But the change was coming on faster this time, more violently. A wave of searing heat ripped through her, starting at the base of her spine and branching out to every extremity. She cried out, her back arching as her bones began to pop and crack, the sickening sounds echoing in the cavernous, empty room.

A low groan ripped from her chest, unbidden and raw. It sounded wrong, more growl than voice, animal in its cadence. Natasha shut her eyes tight, trying to hold on, but the heat built inside her like a firestorm, starting in her spine and radiating outward, flooding her veins with molten agony. When the first sharp pop echoed; her shoulder dislocating to make way for the inevitable, her cry split the silence, ricocheting off the bare walls.

And then-

The heavy door creaked open.

The sound was small, but to Natasha, it was thunder.

“Nat?”

The voice, soft, familiar, threaded through the haze of her suffering like a blade of light. Her head snapped up, strands of hair whipping her face. Even with her vision blurring, even with her irises already shifting from green to molten gold, she knew that voice.

Wanda.

“No,” Natasha gasped, staggering backward, nearly slipping on her own sweat-slicked boots. “No, you can’t be here.” Her throat burned with the force of the words, ragged and urgent. She shoved herself away from the pillar, as though distance alone might keep Wanda safe.

The door closed behind her with a dull thud, cutting off the night. Wanda stepped further inside, hesitation flickering only in her eyes. Her scent hit Natasha before her presence fully registered; soft lilac, warm earth, and something distinctly, impossibly Wanda. It slammed into her senses, overwhelming, intoxicating, stirring the beast even faster. Her lungs stuttered, desperate for air that wasn’t just her.

“I’m not leaving you,” Wanda said, her voice steady though her hands trembled faintly at her sides. She looked at Natasha as if she could will her pain away, as if sheer devotion could tether her back to herself. "Not when you're like this."

“You don’t understand!” Natasha’s voice broke into a guttural snarl, the sound vibrating in her chest as much as in the air. She fell hard to her knees, her spine arching violently as another spasm ripped through her. She could feel it; the elongation, the unnatural shifting of bone, the monstrous silhouette already pushing against her skin. The crack of her ribs stretching made her choke. “I won’t– I can’t control it. I’ll hurt you!”

The thought alone seared through her: Wanda’s skin torn by her claws, Wanda’s warmth extinguished under her fangs. The horror hollowed her from the inside, but the change didn’t care for horror. It demanded.

The plea was genuine, ripped from the last vestiges of her humanity. The thought of her teeth, her claws, tearing into Wanda’s soft flesh was a horror beyond imagining. But Wanda just shook her head, her gaze unwavering as she took a slow, deliberate step closer.

“You won’t,” she whispered, her voice breaking with a mix of stubborn belief and something else; something fragile and aching. “I’m not afraid of you, Natasha.”

Her words sank into Natasha’s unraveling consciousness like a final anchor—and then the anchor snapped.

That was the last coherent thought Natasha had before the world exploded in a storm of pure, primal agony and instinct. Her scream became a howl as her face elongated into a muzzle, her teeth sharpening into fangs that tore through her lips. Coarse, auburn fur erupted from her skin, covering her body in a thick pelt. Her clothes, unable to contain the violent expansion of her form, shredded and fell away. She landed on all fours, her body now that of a massive wolf, towering and powerful, muscles coiled like steel springs beneath her fur. Her senses were on fire, the world a kaleidoscope of intense smells and sounds.

Her world sharpened into unbearable clarity: every smell, every sound layered into an intricate tapestry of prey and predator. But one scent surged above all else, filling every breath, every nerve.

Wanda. It was intoxicating, a heady mix of fear, concern, and something else… something dark and musky and sweet that went straight to the beast's core. Arousal. Wanda was aroused. The wolf’s golden eyes locked onto her, and a low, rumbling growl vibrated deep in its chest. Between its powerful hind legs, a thick, veined cock, impossibly long and dripping with pre-cum, had descended, twitching with a life of its own.

Natasha’s mind was a prisoner in the beast’s body, screaming in silent terror. Run, Wanda, for god’s sake, run!

But Wanda didn't run. Her eyes, wide and dark, traced the wolf's powerful form, from the tips of its ears, down the muscular shoulders, to the impressive, animalistic cock swaying between its legs. A shiver that had nothing to do with fear ran down her spine. A slow, wicked smile bloomed on her face.

"Oh," Wanda breathed, her voice husky. "You're magnificent."

She took another step, then another, until she was standing just before the towering creature. The wolf rumbled, its hot breath ghosting over her face, the scent of her driving it mad. The part of it that was still Natasha fought, a desperate, losing battle against the overwhelming tide of lust.

Don't touch her, don't you dare touch her.

But Wanda reached out, her hand sinking into the thick fur of the wolf's ruff. "It's okay," she murmured, her fingers scratching gently behind its ear. The beast leaned into her touch, a whimper escaping its throat. "I want this, Natasha. I want you."

The wolf’s head dipped, its wet nose nudging at the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. Its massive cock pulsed, slick and ready. A deep, primal voice, rougher and more guttural than anything human, rumbled from its chest.

"Smell… so good," the wolf growled, its voice a fusion of Natasha and the beast. "Mine."

"Yes," Wanda panted, her head falling back, exposing her throat in a gesture of pure submission. "All yours. Take me, you big, bad wolf. Fuck me."

That was all the invitation the beast needed. With a possessive roar, it pushed her back against the concrete pillar, one massive paw coming up to cage her there. Its cock pressed against her thigh, thick and hot through the thin fabric of her jeans. It was huge, almost intimidatingly so, and Wanda had never wanted anything more.

"I want to feel you," Wanda gasped, fumbling with the button of her own jeans. "All of you. Now."

The wolf nuzzled her impatiently, its fangs grazing her earlobe in a gesture that was half-caress, half-threat. A deep, guttural growl rumbled from its chest, vibrating through Wanda’s entire body. "Take them off."

The command was raw, absolute. Wanda’s fingers, trembling with a frantic cocktail of fear and searing anticipation, fumbled with the button of her jeans. She shoved the denim and her silk panties down her legs in one clumsy motion, kicking them aside into the shadows. She stood before it, utterly bare, her legs trembling, her cunt wet and open and aching in the cool air. The moonlight painted her skin in ethereal silver, highlighting the flush of arousal on her thighs.

The wolf’s golden eyes burned with a possessive fire as it took in the sight of her. It lowered its massive head, its wet, black nose nudging at the juncture of her thighs, inhaling her scent with a deep, appreciative snort. The scent of her: fear, desire, and the sweet, musky perfume of her arousal was an intoxicating drug to the beast, driving it mad. Its rough tongue, a shockingly abrasive thing, darted out to give a single, exploratory lick from her drenched folds up to her clit.

Wanda cried out, a sharp, strangled sound as lightning-hot pleasure shot through her veins. Her fingers instinctively tangled in the thick fur of the beast’s ruff, her knees threatening to buckle. The texture was overwhelming, a merciless rasp that promised both agony and ecstasy.

"Fuck, Natasha," she sobbed, her hips bucking forward in a desperate, involuntary motion. "Please."

It was not a gentle lover. Its tongue was a weapon of pure sensation, lapping at her with a furious, possessive hunger. Long, deliberate strokes dragged from her aching entrance up over her clit, the roughness sending her into a frenzy. Wanda shrieked, her head thrown back against the pillar, her hands fisting and releasing the fur on its powerful neck.

"Oh god, oh fuck, that's–" she couldn't form a coherent thought.

The beast was relentless. It seemed to delight in her cries, its pace quickening. It lapped at her like she was a font of the sweetest nectar, its hot breath ghosting over her slick, hypersensitive skin. It consumed her, its tongue working her clit with a merciless rhythm, then dipping inside to taste the slick heat of her channel before returning to its primary target. It was a masterful assault, designed to drive her completely out of her mind.

Wanda was lost. Her hips bucked wildly, a mindless, primal rhythm against the wolf’s muzzle, chasing the impossible pleasure. Sobs tore from her throat, her voice wrecked. "I'm going to cum!" she screamed, the admission ripped from her. "Natasha, please, I'm so close!"

Sensing her on the precipice, the wolf became even more savage. It centered its attention entirely on her clit, its tongue circling and flicking with a frantic speed. A guttural scream was torn from her throat as her body locked rigid, a bowstring pulled to its breaking point. Then she shattered. The orgasm hit her like a physical blow, a blinding, white-hot nova of pleasure that made her vision explode into stars. Her body convulsed against the beast's face, her inner muscles clenching as her release flooded her, a hot, copious offering that the wolf greedily lapped up. It held her hips steady with its heavy head, not stopping until the last tremor had faded, swallowing every last drop of her climax.

When it was over, Wanda sagged against the pillar, a trembling, boneless puddle of bliss. Her legs were jelly, her mind a static-filled haze. She panted, her body slick with sweat, utterly wrecked.

The wolf finally pulled back, its muzzle drenched, its golden eyes glowing with dark satisfaction. It had brought her to ruin with just its mouth, and the knowledge was a palpable victory. It stared at her for a long moment before its gaze drifted down, to its own body. Its impossibly thick, dark red cock was fully erect, straining and pulsing with a life of its own, dripping slick pearls of pre-cum onto the concrete floor.

Wanda’s dazed eyes followed its gaze. Even after that soul-shattering orgasm, the sight of that massive, inhuman cock, glistening and ready, ignited a deeper, more primal need within her. The throbbing emptiness between her legs was now an agonizing void.

"Please," she whimpered, her voice a raw, broken whisper. She slid down the pillar to her knees, crawling towards it, a supplicant before her god. "You made me come, now fill me up. I need it. I need to be filled." She reached out a trembling hand, her fingers brushing against the hot, twitching shaft.

The wolf let out a low, possessive snarl, its lips peeling back from its fangs. It took a step forward, looming over her, a terrifying, magnificent god of the night.

"Beg for it," it rasped, the words vibrating through her. "Beg for my cock."

"Please, please fuck me," Wanda whimpered, her voice thick with desperation. "I need your cock inside me. I need you to fill me up."

With a guttural snarl of victory, the wolf surged forward. Wanda screamed as it entered her, a thick, stretching fullness that bordered on pain but was quickly consumed by exquisite pleasure. It was so much bigger than a man, impossibly so, filling her completely, stretching her wide. The beast began to move, its thrusts powerful and deep, slamming into her with a rhythmic, animalistic force that stole her breath.

"Oh god," she cried out, her nails digging into the wolf's powerful shoulders. "You're so big! Fuck!"

"My cunt," the wolf growled, its voice a possessive rumble against her ear. "Mine to fill. Mine to knot."

It fucked her like it owned her, one powerful leg hooking around hers to hold her in place, its thrusts growing faster, harder. Wanda was lost in a haze of sensation; the feel of its coarse fur against her skin, the musky scent of the beast, the mind-shattering feeling of its massive cock plundering her body.

"I'm close again, Tasha," she gasped, her body trembling on the verge of release. "Don't stop!"

"Never," it snarled, and with a final, powerful surge, the base of its cock swelled inside her. The knot locked into place, trapping it deep within her as its own climax hit. The wolf howled, a long, triumphant sound that echoed through the safe house, its body spasming as it flooded her with thick, hot seed.

Wanda screamed as her own orgasm crashed over her, a blinding, soul-shattering wave that left her boneless and trembling. She sagged against the pillar, held up only by the creature still knotted inside her. For a long moment, the only sounds were their ragged breaths and the frantic beating of their hearts.

The wolf rested its heavy head on her shoulder, a low, contented rumble vibrating through its chest. Its golden eyes were soft now, the feral hunger replaced by a sated possessiveness.

Wanda tilted her head, pressing a kiss to its furry cheek. "See?" she whispered, her voice a wrecked, happy sigh. "I told you you wouldn't hurt me."

(...)

The world swam back into focus for Wanda in slow, syrupy waves. She was pinned to the cold, unforgiving concrete, Natasha’s immense weight a crushing, grounding presence. The knot, that impossible, living part of the beast, was still locked deep inside her, a solid, pulsing anchor that sent phantom ripples of its climax through her own blissed-out body. Every twitch of the wolf’s muscles made the knot shift, grinding against her sensitive inner walls and drawing weak whimpers from her throat.

A low, guttural rumble vibrated from the wolf’s chest and into hers. It was a sound of pure, animal satisfaction. Slowly, carefully, the beast began to move. It didn’t pull out; instead, with a strength that was terrifying and thrilling in equal measure, it braced its powerful forelegs and lifted her. Wanda’s legs, hooked around its furry waist, trembled as she was held aloft, still fully impaled, her back scraping against the pillar. She was completely at its mercy.

The wolf took two heavy steps, its claws clicking softly on the concrete, and then lowered her with surprising gentleness onto a thick, dusty rug in the center of the room. A small scrap of comfort Natasha must have left for herself. The creature collapsed over her, its heavy head coming to rest in the crook of her neck, its hot breath puffing against her skin. The position was intimate, the weight of it a possessive blanket. It nuzzled her, its rough tongue darting out to lave a stripe up her throat, tasting the salt of her sweat. The gesture was somewhere between a kiss and a claim of ownership.

For a few long moments, they just lay there, tangled together in the silver moonlight. The adrenaline began to fade, leaving behind a profound, bone-deep satiation. Wanda stroked the coarse fur on the wolf’s back, her fingers tracing the steel-cable muscles beneath. She felt utterly debauched, thoroughly claimed, and deliriously happy. The scent of them, musky and sexual and wild, filled the air.

But the quiet couldn’t last. The pleasure hadn’t faded; it had merely settled, and now it was beginning to stir again. The knot inside her was a constant, glorious reminder of what had just happened, and it was a promise of what could happen again. Wanda began to squirm, a subtle shift of her hips against the unyielding fullness within her.

The wolf’s head immediately lifted. Its golden eyes, which had been half-lidded with contentment, sharpened, a feral glint returning to them. A low growl started in its chest, a warning rumble.

"Mmm," Wanda breathed, a sly smile playing on her lips as she met its gaze. She shifted again, more deliberately this time, milking a fresh wave of pleasure from the knot. "Don't tell me you're finished already, big wolf. I'm still so full of you."

The wolf’s lips peeled back from its fangs in a snarl that was half-pleasure, half-threat. "Greedy," it rasped, the word a gravelly vibration against her skin. "Want more?"

"I want everything," Wanda whispered, her voice dropping to a seductive purr. She arched her back, pushing her cunt more firmly against the knot. "You feel so good. I don't think I ever want you to leave."

Its cock pulsed inside her in response to her words, a thick, hard twitch. The beast lowered its head again, its fangs ghosting over her collarbone. "This cunt is mine," it growled, nipping gently at her skin, just hard enough to make her gasp. "I'll fuck you whenever I want. For as long as I want."

"Yes," Wanda panted, her own arousal surging back with a vengeance. "Then fuck me again. Don't stop. I can take it."

A wicked, intelligent light shone in the beast’s eyes. It knew exactly what she wanted. Instead of thrusting, it began to slowly, deliberately withdraw. The knot, which had begun to soften, resisted for a moment before shrinking, the sensation of it dragging along her insides making Wanda cry out in a mix of protest and pleasure. Inch by agonizing inch, it retreated, until with a final, wet slide, it was free.

Wanda whimpered at the sudden, aching emptiness. The cool air hitting her slick, swollen flesh felt like a violation. She was open, needy, and desperately wanted to be filled again. The wolf loomed over her, its magnificent, dark red cock still thick and semi-hard, glistening with her juices. A single drop of pearlescent pre-cum welled at the tip and dripped onto her stomach.

Wanda’s eyes fixated on it, dark with hunger. "No," she whispered, her voice trembling with need. "Put it back. Put it back inside me now, Natasha." She reached down, her own hand wrapping around its thick, furry base. "Please," she begged, her hips starting to buck on the rug. "I need more."

(...)

The wolf’s reaction to Wanda’s desperate touch was not what she expected. It didn't surge forward to fill her again. Instead, a low, rumbling chuckle, a sound so deep it seemed to shake the very foundations of the building, vibrated from its chest. With a deliberate, almost lazy strength, it nudged her hand away with its muzzle and took a step back, pulling fully away from her.

It stood over her, a magnificent, terrifying silhouette against the stark moonlight pouring through the window. Its cock, still slick with her essence, twitched in the cool air. The beast’s golden eyes held a predatory amusement, a cunning intelligence that was all the more frightening for its animalistic form. It was toying with her.

"Patience, little witch," it growled, the voice a gravelly caress that sent a fresh shiver of heat straight to Wanda's core. "We play by my rules now."

Wanda pushed herself up onto her elbows, the rough rug scratching against her bare back. The ache of her emptiness was a physical pain, a hollow void demanding to be filled. "Natasha," she whispered, her voice a broken plea. "Don't do this."

The wolf paid her no mind. It began to circle the rug, its movements fluid with a savage grace. Its claws clicked a rhythmic, hypnotic beat on the concrete floor. It was a predator assessing its quarry, its head low, sniffing the air, its gaze never leaving her. It was a dance of dominance, and Wanda was the captive audience. The sheer, raw power radiating from the creature was an intoxicant, stoking the fires of her need until they burned white-hot.

After one full, agonizing circle, it stopped. It padded back to her, looming over her again before lowering its massive head. Wanda expected it to finally give her what she wanted, but instead, its tongue, impossibly long and rough flicked out and began to lave at her stomach, cleaning the glistening trail of fluid it had left there. It was a gesture of ownership, of claiming even the mess it had made on her.

The slow, methodical licking trailed lower, over the crest of her hip bone and down to the tops of her thighs. It licked her clean with a possessive thoroughness that was both humiliating and exquisitely arousing. When its tongue finally reached the slick, swollen folds between her legs, Wanda sobbed, her hips bucking off the rug.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice strangled. "That's it, yes."

The wolf licked her once, a long, slow drag from her clit to her aching entrance, and then it pulled away again. Wanda cried out in protest, reaching for it, trying to pull its heavy head back to her.

"More," she demanded, her voice raw with desperation. "Don't stop."

This time, the beast's reaction was swift and absolute. With a snarl, it lunged, not to enter her, but to pin her. One huge, furred paw descended on her wrists, easily trapping them in the dust above her head. It pressed down, not enough to hurt, but enough to render her completely immobile. It leaned over her, its fangs bared inches from her face, its hot breath smelling of musk and her own arousal.

"You are mine," it snarled, the words a definitive, possessive statement. "My scent is all over you. My seed is still dripping from your cunt. You will learn to beg properly."

Tears of pure, frustrated lust pricked at Wanda's eyes. She strained against its hold, a futile gesture that only seemed to amuse the creature. "I am begging," she wept. "Please. I'll do anything. Just fuck me. Please, fuck me until I can't walk."

The beast’s eyes flashed. That was the phrase it wanted. That was the submission it craved. It released her wrists and moved back down between her legs, which were spread wide in blatant invitation. The thick, blunt head of its cock nudged at her entrance, slick and hot. Wanda lifted her hips, desperate for the friction, for the promise of being filled.

"Show me," the wolf growled. "Show me how much you need my cock."

"I need it," Wanda sobbed, bucking her hips again, trying to impale herself on it. "I need you to ruin me, Natasha. I need you to own me. Split me in two. Please!"

With a guttural roar of triumph, the wolf granted her wish. It didn't ease in this time. It slammed into her with a single, brutal thrust, burying itself to the hilt. Wanda screamed, a raw, primal sound of pain and ecstasy as it stretched her even wider than before, hitting her cervix with a force that made her vision white out for a second.

It didn't wait. It immediately began to move, its thrusts deep, punishing, and brutally fast. It was pure, carnal fucking, devoid of any tenderness, and it was exactly what Wanda craved. She wrapped her legs around its powerful waist, her ankles locking, taking every savage inch of it as it pounded into her.

"Yes! Harder!" she shrieked, her voice lost to the storm. "Don't stop! Don't you ever stop!"

The wolf snarled, its rhythm growing even more frantic, more animalistic. It fucked her like it was trying to leave its mark on her very soul, each thrust a declaration of ownership. The rug bunched up beneath them, the sounds of wet flesh slapping and Wanda’s ecstatic cries echoing in the cavernous space. It was a debauched, carnal sacrament, and Wanda met its ferocity with her own, a willing sacrifice on the altar of her own desire.

(...)

The world narrowed to the glorious, brutal rhythm the wolf dictated. Each punishing thrust was a shockwave that radiated from Wanda’s core, overloading her senses. Her head thrashed from side to side on the dusty rug, red hair fanning out like a bloody halo. Her own moans became a continuous, high-pitched keen, punctuated by guttural sobs as the pleasure built into an unbearable, agonizing crest.

The beast above her was relentless, a force of nature. It seemed to sense her approaching climax, and its efforts redoubled. The thrusts became deeper, harder, each one aimed at driving her over the edge. It lifted her hips from the rug, its powerful forelegs bracketing her torso, giving it a better angle to hammer into her.

"Mine," it snarled, the word a hot puff of air against her cheek. "You cum for me. Only for me."

"I'm going to!" Wanda screamed, her voice shredding. "Natasha, I'm— FUCK!"

Her vision exploded into a universe of white-hot stars. Her body went rigid, a bowstring pulled taut, and then she shattered. The orgasm ripped through her with the force of a lightning strike, a violent, all-consuming torrent of sensation that seemed to last an eternity. She screamed and screamed, a raw, mindless sound of pure ecstasy, her inner muscles clenching violently around the beast's thick, invading cock.

The wolf grunted, a sound of deep satisfaction, as her cunt milked and clenched it. It held her down, continuing to thrust through her climax, riding the waves of her release with a possessive, dominating fury. It wanted to feel every last spasm, to brand this moment into her.

When the last tremors finally subsided, Wanda collapsed, boneless and utterly wrecked. She was a panting, sweaty mess on the floor, her mind a blissful, empty void. Her body hummed with the aftershocks of a pleasure so intense it was almost spiritual. She was barely conscious, afloat on a sea of sensation.

The wolf’s movements stilled. It stayed inside her for a long moment, its cock still hard and pulsing within her spent, slick channel. Then, with a wet, sucking sound, it withdrew.

The sudden emptiness was a shock to Wanda’s system. She whimpered, a weak, pathetic sound. Before she could even process the loss, a massive paw gripped her hip, claws pricking her skin just enough to demand attention. With an unceremonious heave, the wolf flipped her over.

"On your knees," it commanded, the voice a low, non-negotiable growl.

Wanda’s limbs felt like lead. She could barely lift her head. "I can't," she breathed, her voice barely a whisper.

The beast did not care for her excuses. It hooked a leg under her stomach, effortlessly lifting her torso until she was forced onto her hands and knees. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face, her ass now presented high in the air, open and vulnerable. The position was deeply primal, humiliating, and it sent a fresh, sharp spike of arousal through her exhausted body. She was an animal presenting for its mate.

She heard the creature moving behind her, its claws clicking on the concrete. She felt its hot breath on the small of her back, then lower, on the flushed cheeks of her ass. A long, rough tongue dragged between her swollen folds, and she gasped, her hips wobbling.

"Look at you," the wolf rasped, the sound a mixture of awe and predatory hunger. "My pretty little witch, on all fours for me. Presenting that cunt like the good girl you are."

It didn't wait for a response. Wanda felt the blunt, wet head of its cock press against her entrance. She instinctively pushed back, her body craving the fullness once more.

"That's it," the beast praised, its voice a dark rumble right behind her. "Take it. Take all of my cock."

It slid into her from behind, and the angle was devastating. It felt even bigger this way, thicker, filling her in a way that made her cry out. The wolf wrapped one powerful foreleg around her stomach, pulling her tight against its body as it buried itself to the hilt. It pressed her torso down towards the floor, forcing her ass higher, giving it deeper, more complete access. Then, it began to fuck her, its hips slamming against her from behind with a steady, powerful rhythm that shook her entire frame. Wanda braced herself on her trembling arms, a fresh wave of helpless moans spilling from her lips as she was taken from behind like the animal she had become for it.

(...)

The world was a dizzying, intoxicating blur of sensation. Pinned on her hands and knees, Wanda was completely helpless, able to do nothing but receive the relentless, savage fucking the beast delivered. The angle was obscene, perfect. It allowed the wolf to plunge deeper than before, each thrust a solid, jarring impact that slammed against her cervix and sent shockwaves of pure pleasure through her exhausted body. Her own juices, mixed with the wolf's slick pre-cum, coated its thick shaft, and the sound of their bodies slapping together was a wet, frantic drumbeat in the cavernous room.

"That's it," the wolf growled, its voice a guttural rumble right by her ear. Its fangs grazed the shell of her ear, sending a fresh jolt of electricity down her spine. "Take my cock. Take every inch. Feel how I stretch you. How I fill you."

Wanda could only sob in response, her face pressed against the dusty floor. Her arms shook with the effort of holding herself up, but the beast's powerful leg wrapped around her waist held her steady, locking her to it. It owned her movements, her body, everything.

"Look at you," it continued, its voice thick with possessive pride. "Ass in the air, cunt gaping for me. You were made for this. Made to be my whore."

"Yes," Wanda choked out, the word torn from her throat. "Yours. Only yours. Please, deeper!"

Her plea was like gasoline on a fire. The wolf let out a ferocious snarl and its rhythm became punishing. The steady, powerful thrusts devolved into a frantic, brutal pounding. It was fucking her with a desperate, claiming urgency, as if trying to erase any memory she had of being with anyone else. It was marking her, body and soul.

"You feel that?" it snarled, its own control starting to fray. "I'm getting close. I'm going to fill you again. I'm going to knot you and fill your cunt with my seed."

"I want it!" Wanda screamed, her hips bucking back frantically to meet each savage thrust. The friction was building, an impossible friction, coiling tight in her belly again. "Give it to me! Breed me! Knot me, Natasha!"

That was the trigger. Her scream, her submission, her use of its name—it pushed the beast over the edge. With a deafening, triumphant roar that shook the very walls, the wolf drove into her one final, impossibly deep time. Its whole body went rigid. Wanda felt the incredible, unique sensation of the knot at the base of its cock swelling, locking it deep inside her womb.

The beast howled its release, a raw, primal sound of absolute victory. Its powerful body shuddered violently as it pumped her full, flooding her with wave after wave of thick, hot seed. The feeling of being knotted, of being filled so completely while the creature climaxed, was too much for Wanda. It sent her spiraling over the edge a second time, a different kind of orgasm from the first. This one was deeper, a throbbing, pulsing release that was centered around the feeling of being bred, of being claimed so utterly.

Her strength gave out completely. Her arms collapsed and she fell forward onto the rug, her upper body limp. The wolf, still locked inside her, sagged as well, its immense weight pressing her down into the floor. It rested its heavy head on her back, its panting breaths hot against her skin.

They stayed like that for a long time, joined together in the silver moonlight. The only sounds were their ragged breaths and the frantic, slowing beat of two hearts. The wolf was still buried deep inside her, the knot a solid, living plug that promised she wasn't going anywhere. It was a prisoner of its own climax, and she was its willing captive. A low, contented rumble started in the wolf's chest, a sound of pure, possessive satisfaction. It nuzzled the back of her neck, its work done, its property thoroughly claimed.

(...)

The knot remained for an eternity, a solid, living part of him locked deep inside her. Wanda lay bonelessly beneath the beast's heavy, panting form, her mind adrift in a sea of blissful exhaustion. The weight was comforting, a possessive blanket of fur and muscle. As the wolf’s ragged breaths evened out, the pulsing within her began to subside. Slowly, agonizingly, the knot receded, and with a final, wet slickness, it withdrew, leaving her feeling hollow and aching once more.

The beast collapsed beside her, a mountain of sated muscle and fur, its great head resting on its paws. The night was waning; the deep, oppressive blackness outside the windows was softening to a bruised purple at the edges. Soon, the dawn would come.

But the night was not over yet.

A spark of insatiable desire, a single, stubborn ember in the ashes of her spent body, flickered back to life. Wanda rolled over, her limbs sore and heavy, until she was facing the creature. Its golden eyes were half-lidded, watching her.

"One more time," she whispered, her voice a husky ruin.

The wolf’s ear twitched. A low growl, more tired than threatening, rumbled in its chest.

"I’m not done with you," she insisted, crawling closer, pressing her naked, sweat-slicked body against its warm, furry flank. She reached out, her hand finding its cock, which was still semi-hard and heavy. She wrapped her fingers around it, stroking the thick, veined shaft. "I want you inside me when the sun comes up. I want to feel you change back while you're still buried in my cunt."

The audacity of her request, the sheer, depraved poetry of it, seemed to awaken the beast from its stupor. Its eyes snapped fully open, the gold burning with a fresh, predatory fire. With a speed that defied its size and exhaustion, it moved. It rolled on top of her, pinning her to the rug on her back, its forelegs caging her head. It stared down at her, its cock, now fully rigid and dripping again in her hand, pressing against her stomach.

"You will be the death of me, little witch," it rasped, its voice a low, gravelly promise. "But what a death it will be."

It nudged her hand away with its muzzle and positioned itself between her legs. "Open for me," it commanded. Wanda obeyed without hesitation, spreading her thighs as wide as they could go.

"Last time," the wolf growled, its voice laced with a final, desperate urgency. "I'm going to fuck you into the sunrise."

It entered her slowly this time, a thick, deliberate slide that had her gasping, her eyes rolling back. Once it was fully seated, it began to move with a deep, rocking motion, a languid, almost sensual rhythm that was a stark contrast to the earlier frantic brutality. It was a fuck of possession, of savoring the last moments of its power.

"Feel that?" it murmured, its hips rolling, grinding its knot against her g-spot. "This is yours. My cock belongs in your cunt."

"Yes," Wanda breathed, tears of pleasure tracking through the grime on her temples. "It's my home. Never leave."

The first, pale fingers of dawn crept through the window, chasing the shadows from the corners of the room. The silver moonlight faded, replaced by a soft, grey glow. The change in light seemed to trigger something in the beast. Its rhythm quickened, the slow, rocking pace escalating into hard, driving thrusts. A new desperation entered its movements. It was a race against the sun.

"It’s coming," it snarled, its body tensing. "Wanda— I'm—"

With a final, soul-shattering roar, it emptied itself into her, its climax a frantic, shuddering release. In the same instant, the sun broke over the horizon, and a beam of pure golden light struck the creature's back.

It howled, but the sound was different. It was a shriek of pure agony. The wolf collapsed off of her, its body beginning to convulse violently on the floor. Wanda scrambled back, her heart hammering in her chest as she watched in horror. The sickening crack of bones re-shaping, the sound of muscles and sinew tearing and reforming, filled the room. The thick auburn fur receded into pale, sweat-drenched skin. The massive, powerful form shrank, contracting in on itself in a series of violent spasms until, lying naked and trembling on the dusty rug, was Natasha.

She was curled in a fetal position, panting, her body covered in a sheen of sweat and dirt. For a moment, she just lay there, her breath catching in ragged sobs. Then, her eyes, no longer gold but their familiar, human green, fluttered open. They darted around the room, confused, before landing on Wanda.

Horror dawned on her face. She saw Wanda, naked, bruised, her thighs slick with fluid, her hair a wild mess, the marks on her neck and shoulders stark in the morning light.

"Oh god," Natasha gasped, scrambling backwards, away from Wanda, as if she were the monster. "Wanda? What did I do? I hurt you. I told you to leave, I told you—"

Her voice broke, thick with self-loathing and panic. She looked at her own hands, seeing claws and blood that weren't there.

"Shhh," Wanda said, her voice impossibly gentle. She crawled towards Natasha, her movements slow, deliberate. "Nat. Natasha, look at me."

Natasha flinched as Wanda reached for her, but Wanda’s touch was soft as she cupped Natasha's cheek.

"You didn't hurt me," Wanda whispered, her eyes full of nothing but adoration.

"But the marks," Natasha stammered, her gaze fixed on a particularly dark love bite on Wanda's collarbone. "I bit you. I was an animal, I—"

"You were magnificent," Wanda interrupted, her voice firm. She took Natasha’s hand and placed it on the mark. "And you gave me exactly what I wanted. What I begged you for." She leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to Natasha's lips, a kiss of pure tenderness that stood in stark contrast to the night's feral passion. "Look at me, Nat. I'm not hurt. I'm okay."

She held Natasha's gaze, letting her see the truth in her eyes. There was no fear there, only love and a deep, satisfied glow. Slowly, the panic began to recede from Natasha’s eyes, replaced by a dawning, confused wonder. She looked from Wanda's blissed-out face to the marks on her body and back again.

"I..." she started, but she had no words.

Wanda just smiled, a small, secret smile. She wrapped her arms around Natasha's trembling shoulders, pulling her into a gentle embrace. "It's okay," she murmured, pressing a kiss to Natasha's temple. "I'm right here. And I'm not going anywhere."

As the morning sun filled the room, they simply held each other, the exhausted woman and the sated witch, their bodies finally at rest on the floor of the safe house. The night's storm had passed, leaving in its wake a quiet, unbreakable dawn.

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@dryhhgg request: Hi, can you do bunny!wandaxG!Preader? Maybe reader is a worker at a firm where the CEO is Wanda's father? I don't really have an idea. Thanks, your work is amazing!

My Little Bunny

Bunny Innocent Wanda Maximoff x Pervy GN! Reader

Warnings: Smut. Reader has a penis. Legal age gap. Reader is 35. Wanda is 20

18+ MINORS DNI

Taglist: @ginnsbaker

Y/N Y/L/N was an aspiring CFO for Maximoff Industries, working alongside Mr Oleg Maximoff himself. Of course they had met the Maximoff Twins. Pietro was aspiring to take his father's place as CEO when he retired whereas Wanda was wanting to follow her mother into nursing, but she had an obligation to attend the company parties her father had thrown quite often.

"Are you ok bunny?" Y/N asked as they approached Wanda with a smirk.

"I guess." She whispered as she looked out at the crowd of people. "These parties are just overwhelming."

"Pietro seems to be doing well." Y/N pointed out as the two watched as the more confident twin interacted with the investors.

"Yeah, he has the gift for this." Wanda sighed as Y/N grabbed her hand.

"Come on." They led her with them.

"Where are we going?" She asked them as they smiled at her.

"To get away from all of this madness." They said as they led her to their office. Opening the door for her and locking it behind the two. Heading to their desk and taking their whiskey from the draw with two glasses. "Here, it will help your nerves."

"I don't think it will." She whispered as she took a swig of the golden liquid.

"Why?" They questioned as they stepped closer to her. Looking down at her chest as her dress pushed her breasts closer and made her cleavage more visible.

"Because you make me nervous." She admitted.

"How do I make you nervous?" They questioned as they took the glass from her and placing it on the desk. Watching as she remained silent as she stepped back against the bookshelves. "Do you like being nervous around me?" They husked as the two bodies were pressed against each other. Y/N could practically smell the arousal dripping from her core. "I can smell it Wanda."

"What?" She whispered out nervously, feeling their breath on her neck as they licked up her vein as it stuck out.

"Your arousal. You are turned on just by being alone with me." They kissed her skin sensually. "I can't say that I haven't had thoughts about you too. My little bunny." They gripped her jaw, gazing into her eyes. "I remember seeing you in that costume last halloween. Fuck I jacked one out to the vision of you in that white and pink fur. Your breasts were absolutely ravishing and I want nothing more than to see my little bunny in all her glory." They kissed her lips roughly, their tongue entering her mouth, making her moan at the feeling of them exploring her mouth. She whimpered when they pulled away and sat in their desk chair. "Strip." They ordered her. She complied hurriedly, leaving herself in her white thong. "Everything off." They told her.

Smiling as she complied, they undone their belt and their pants, pulling them down and allowing their hardened dick to spring free.

"Sit." They patted their lap which she complied. Y/N ran their hand through her folds, closing their eyes as they felt her wetness before inserting three fingers. "Just need you to be ready." They told her as they thrust their fingers inside her, she whimpered at the intrusion but soon moaned in pleasure of being stretched out.

"Oh." She moaned when they brushed her g spot, dripping her arousal on their lap.

"I think your ready bunny." Y/N husked in her ear as they pulled their fingers out. Helping her guide themselves into her dripping cunt.

"Hurts." She whimpered as Y/N slowly lowered her down on them.

"Am I your first bunny?" They asked her as she nodded. "I'm going to be the only one who get's to have you like this. Fill you up with my cum." They bit her ear as they pushed themselves all of the way in. Helping her move her hips, watching as her face changed from pain to one of pleasure. Increasing their thrusts as they met them with fervour. "You feel so fucking good Wanda." They groaned as she moaned lewdly. Enjoying the feeling of their hands gripping her, marking her for their own.

"I feel like I'm going to pee." She squealed as Y/N quickened their movements.

"Don't fight it Wanda." They told her as they felt themselves getting closer to climax. "Just let it go bunny." Wanda screamed out in pleasure as she came as Y/N never slowed down. Making her squirt all over their lap as they slammed their load deep inside. "You will belong to me Wanda." They kissed her as she nodded in submission. Completely and utterly devoted to Y/N.

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Future Novelist

Innocent College Student! Wanda Maximoff (20) x Pervy Professor GN! Reader (30)

Warnings: Smut. Legal Age Gap. PnV. Unprotected sex. Loss of Virginity

Word Count: 906

Taglist : @natashamaximoff-69 @canvascoloredin @wizardofstories @louxbloom @wandanats-goodgirl @the-ox-fan20 @ladyqueenxoxo @aemilia19 @wandaromamoff69 @mfd-101 @dorabledewdroop @marvelogic

18+ MINORS DNI

Wanda was your average college student, top of her class and she was also the captain of the Volleyball team. Everyone loved her as she always greeted everyone. There was never a day that she never had a smile on her face.

"Miss Maximoff, a moment please." Professor Y/L/N spoke up, interrupting Jarvis Stark's advance on her.

"Of course, Professor." She followed them into the office, waited patiently as they moved around to their desk after closing the door.

"I want to congratulate you on your admission to Westview's writing programme." They told her with a smile. "They loved your piece."

"What piece?" Wanda questioned as Y/N smirked.

"Your last assignment, I admitted it myself." They told her. "It deserved recognition from a higher body than the college."

"But I don't have the time to work on another piece." She told them.

"That's ok." They told her. "You can use my office on your breaks, after class even. You deserve this Wanda." They sat on the sofa beside her. "You have a talent for writing, I believe you will be a great novelist in the future."

"Ok." She sighed in defeat. "But you're going to help me." She pointed her finger at them as they smiled.

"Of course." They told her, and that was how it all started. The more time the two had spent together, Wanda wrote her short story as Y/N read over her work. Wanda's heart beat always quickened when they would hover above her, reading over what she wrote. Her eyes landed on their hands and forearms, always picturing them wrapped around her.

Wanda had never had sex but she has watched movies with explicit scenes, always resulting in her involuntary clenching her thighs, even in this moment as Y/N's words fell on deaf ears.

"Did you hear me?" They asked her, smirking as she sighed at their hot breath on her ear.

"No." She managed to croak out as they chuckled.

"Do I make you nervous Wanda?" They asked her as she looked away, only for them to grip her jaw and force her eyes on theirs. "It's impolite to ignore a question."

"Yes." She sighed as she squeezed her thighs once more, a smirk on Y/N's face as they watched her milky thighs beneath the skirt she wore today.

"Are you ok?" They asked her, feigning innocence as they moved the chair away from the desk, taking note of her flustered state.

"I guess." She spoke breathily, being so close to her professor made her feel extremely nervous and aware of her own body. "I just have this weird feeling." She gestured to her lower body as Y/N stood up, locking the door and closing the blinds.

"Do you want me to help you?" They asked her as she nodded shyly, she knew in her head that this was wrong as she watched Y/N kneel before her, their tie already loosened as they helped remove her underwear. "You're so wet Wanda." She moaned as they ran their fingers through her dripping folds, her arousal dripping onto her skirt as they applied pressure to her clit.

"Oh." Her mouth opened slightly as they pushed one finger passed her entrance, thrusting at a slow and tender pace. Her hands gripped the side of the chair before Y/N dove in, sucking and licking her clit as they fingered her.

"This will hurt for a moment." They told her as they inserted a second finger, hearing her gasp sharply as she got used to the sudden change. "Fuck." They groaned as they felt their own cock harden within the confines of their dress pants. "I need to be inside you." They told her as they sped up their movements. "Can I be inside you?" They asked her as she nodded, her eyes snapped open when they removed themselves from her. "Strip." They told her. "I want to see all of you."

Wanda stood on shaky legs as she slowly removed her clothes, watching as Y/N removed their own, soon pushing her up against the wall, caressing her face before kissing her hungrily. The two sighed at the skin on skin as Y/N started to move their kisses down her neck. Wanda gasped when they lifted her up against the wall, her legs instantly wrapping around their waist as they wasted no time in inserting their length.

"Aghh." Wanda threw her head against the wall as Y/N continued to thrust deep inside of her. She could feel her own orgasm building up but she was unsure. "I need to pee." She tried to push them away as they continued, shaking their head as they took a nipple in their mouth. Moving faster and harder as she let go, cumming all over them, soon feeling their load filling her up. They slowed their movements until they came to a stop, remaining inside of her as they looked up at her for her chest.

"You're perfect Wanda." They whispered as they leaned up to kiss her softly. "I think I have a new favourite student." The two chuckled as they helped her down. Neither ready to reap the consequences of their actions just yet.

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Maybe a small Drabble of this🫣?

You don’t see a lot of bottom!Nat on here, so the talk about her gets me excited

A/N: Just a self-indulgent bottom!Nat fic <3

Warnings: loss of virginity, fingering, soft sex, praise, bottom!Natasha, top!Reader

⚠️ Smut drabble | 18+ ⚠️

“That...” she paused, gathering her breath while eyeing you with wide green eyes. “That feels really good, Y/N. Can you do it again?”

The request was so simple and yet it made Natasha blush profusely. Perhaps it was the heat your bodies shared, hers laying sprawled over your bed, arms around your neck holding you close, while you were on top with a hand between her legs. She was shaking as though it was winter. The mere image of her gnawing at her bottom lip with a flushed face, lips parted and wet, made you groan internally.

“Of course, sweetheart. Just like this?” You curled the finger that you had inside her cunt upwards. For a moment, everything fell silent. Natasha's hold around your neck tightened as she pressed your foreheads together. The adorable moan she let out wouldn't soon be forgotten. “Use your words, Natty. Tell me how it felt.”

“It was so good, baby. It made me feel good down there,” she replied with a small voice.

Seeing her still be embarrassed to so much as point at the aching wetness between her legs made you smile.

“Yeah? Are you ready for another finger, honey? I think your pussy is already drenched enough for that. Just look at how easy my finger slides in,” you said while leaning back and showing off your digit disappearing between her legs. Natasha watched on with amazement and nodded, eyes flickering from her cunt to your face. “I promise it won't hurt. If it does, you tell me immediately and I'll stop. Understood?”

You still couldn't wrap your head around how S.H.I.E.L.D.'s prized agent could be so inexperienced. Not just that, but sickly sweet. A mere brush of your hand against her own would have Natasha giggling for hours. She wasn't the big, bad Black Widow when around you as she was with others. A golden retriever would be better synonymous with her behind closed doors.

Natasha nodded at your words. “Can we get burgers afterwards?”

“Burgers? After sex? You're thinking of that now?” You didn't think Natasha could get more adorable. Her affinity with such a greasy snack was a relieving surprise though. After coming back from a rough mission, you always made sure to reward your girlfriend with them. “You're fucking adorable,” you sighed while sliding a second finger in her cunt. She was tight of course, never having taken anything inside let alone two fingers simultaneously. “Are you alright, Natalia? Does it hurt?”

You were the only person who could call her that and bring her relief. Natasha smiled at the name, the beautiful toothy grin making your heart swell up. After giving you a nod, you continued. Your fingers where slow and sweet as they inched deeper inside your lover, stretching her untouched walls apart and making her moan.

“It feels amazing, dorogy. Please keep going? Please?” She asked with a hopeful glance. “And I promise to share my fries with you.”

“Now that’s a wonderful offer, Nat,” you chuckled. “Are you close?” You kept pumping your fingers inside her pussy slowly, enjoying how much she squirmed and moaned underneath your touch.

Natasha didn’t dare respond and she came undone. Her breathing was ragged, eyes rolled to the back of your head as you pushed your digits dee in her cunt, curling them up for added effect. With foreheads pressed together, lips brushing against one another, she let out a whimper of your name.

“Shhh It’s alright, Tasha,” you mumbled while kissing her lips. “Just let yourself go for me. I go you, my darling. Always.”

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Night Secrets | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Gif not mine, credit to creator

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1,108

Warnings: College AU, Sub!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Reader, Daddy Kink, Strap-Ons, Squirting, Dirty Talk | 18+ Minors DNI

A/N: A short little drabble based on this!

Summary: You find yourself longing for the weekends always spent beside Natasha.

Fridays were days in which you could bask in the peace and eroticism of them all. 

It started with a rather dorky, shy student in your public speaking class. She struggled at times, eyes darting across the room whenever she gave presentations where her voice barely filled a quarter of the space. That same mound of red hair following you all through campus, until one day in the midst of the semester you decided to approach her. Although a babbling mess, Natasha gladly accepted your offer for dinner then. 

“Are you going to scream for me tonight, baby?” 

Natasha hid her face against the pillows, her tummy brushing against the bed sheets that carried adorable pink patterns upon them. Half of her bed the two of you took while the other half was filled with stuffed animals she simply refused to have left home. Once she had introduced you to all of them after a date, and from then on you didn’t dare forget any of their names. 

“Hmm, maybe,” she replied softly. “What if someone hears?”

You shrugged at that. People finding out you were dating only the cutest, dorkiest girl on campus, glasses perched on her nose adorably, would only fill you with pride. “Let them.” 

Natasha turned around at that, flashing you a pout you simply could not take seriously. She was sprawled back, her legs pried open by your desperate hands which sought for more running up her creamy thighs. She crossed her arms, but with your cock sitting on her stomach barely moving, she found difficulty in sticking to her guns. 

“Come on, princess. Don’t you want daddy’s cock?” You raised your eyebrows and for a moment of uncertainty, Natasha huffed. Sliding the head of the red dildo against her slick cunt, you hummed. “Your puppy parts are so wet and puffy for me. I thought you liked my special popsicle. Let me stretch out your pussy. You know this is all mine anyway.”

“Daddy,” she mewled, eyes closing as she gripped your wrists. It was amusing just how easy Natasha gave in. All you had to do was feign sadness and she instantly hugged you close, begging you to please make it all less icky. “I need you, please. Your cock I…” A hand drifted between her legs to grab your fake dick, lining it up against her gaping entrance. “Please, daddy? I wanna be stuffed like a good puppy.”

“Fuck, puppy,” you grunted. “Come here. I want you to scream for daddy and tell me how good it feels when I fuck you. Pretty girl.”

You didn’t hesitate to, once your length was coated with her wet, slick juices, ease yourself inside Natasha. Although you couldn’t properly feel her, you knew she was nothing if not dripping and warm just for you. You watched in awe as your baby swallowed you inch by inch, her pussy throbbing with each twitch your cock gave against her. 

While you had moments of soft, tender love-making, during the days where her roommate, Wanda, would be away for long, you preferred to blow off all the steam from the week on Natasha. She’d always gladly take it all. It always made her swoon with the dopiest grin as you made her see the stars. 

“What a cute little pup you are, Natalia,” you groaned, flushed against her. Natasha nodded mindlessly, your cock pumping itself harshly in and out of her. Her breasts were right there for the taking, your face diving between them as you began placing kisses and small nips all over. “Daddy’s mindless whore. A cock-addicted slut for me to use,” came your moan against her, causing Natasha to loudly scream until the entirety of the floor could hear her. “Fuck, baby, you’re so good for daddy. Such a good fuck.”

Natasha tried, she really did, but it was impossible for her to hold back such intense urges. Her hips met your own for sloppy, needy thrusts, staring down to watch as her pussy was destroyed by your bulbous dick. She was in awe of it all, licking her lips as she desperately desired to have you in her mouth instead, cleaning your cock thoroughly. 

She let out booming moans and squirmed against you just as she was about to come undone. Rather than let you keep pumping her full of your length, Natasha pushed you off, whimpering loudly while her body shook. 

Before you could dare question her actions, you felt a knowing wetness over you which instantly made you smile. 

“Fuck, that’s so hot,” you muttered upon gazing at Natasha as she squirted all over you, writhing beneath you in the midst of her arousal. “ There’s my good puppy. Fuck, Nat, you look so beautiful like this.”

You didn’t hesitate to line yourself against her cunt once again, stuffing Natasha as she still cried. She shook against your body, begging you to go over and over, filling you with much needed motivation to fuck her without relent. No matter how spent she was, the poor puppy still urged you to take her. 

As you basked on a blissfully lustful aroma, Natasha babbled on. She began flicking her own clit, nuzzling her face against your shoulder warmly, pleas in search of more being drowned out by the overly wet sounds coming from her pussy. 

“Such a cock dumb puppy,” you husked by her ear. “Daddy’s good little princess. A baby addicted to my dick.”

“Yes, daddy,” she whimpered.

In her ever-loving tiredness, Natasha found herself to be far too spent to so much as move once you were done. Her pussy glistened with the mixture of juices and the puffiness of it, so adorably swollen and ready to be used as nothing but a fleshlight for you to amuse yourself with. 

You had to pick up the smaller woman, carrying her to the bathroom as she remained close to you. She couldn’t do much but groan whenever you shifted even if slightly, setting her to stand on the shower as you removed the tight straps from around your waist. Of course Natasha stopped you, quietly dropping to her knees to clean up the toy herself. Although she carried heavy eyelids, Natasha’s eyes still widened with wonder as she swallowed your cock down her throat with a sleepy smile. 

That night you held her close to your chest while sprawled on the bed with changed sheets, the redhead humming herself to sleep as the two of you watched one of her favored films on her laptop. She’d barely been able to mumble a tiny ‘love you’ before drifting off as you followed her along.