Requested by anon: Hii Could i please request a G!P NATASHA wherein we’re very horny but she’s on a virtual briefing for her upcoming mission we start touching her but she keeps on saying later so we left the room but then we come back with a fake d*ck and began to play with ourselves. (Nat’s wearing headphones that’s why she couldn’t hear our soft moans at first) but then we moaned her name louder and that got her attention and she just fucks us.
Word count: 761
18+ only, read at your own risk
AN: Sadly, I don’t have time to participate in Kinktober, but here’s something to get the month started. Enjoy! :)
Okay so I decided that since my professor wanda story is doing really well i’d do a part two, here you go, enjoy my horny friends.
Pt. 2) Wanda Maximoff x Reader (top wanda), switch (kinda) dynamic this time.
Disclaimers: smut (obv) oral w fingering(r receiving), thigh riding (r giving), little bit angsty, legal age gap, teacher x reader.
trying to do first person :)
As soon as the classroom door shut behind me, I realized what actually just happened. Holy shit I fucked my teacher. This is so bad, but it was so good. wtf is wrong with me? All of these thoughts running through my head. I realized I had a gap today between Ms. Maximoffs class and my history class much later in the day. So I decided to head back to my dorm, all the way there I thought about her. I swung the door open. ”ZARA GET IN HERE”, she practically slid over the countertop trying to get to me. “what what, wtf is going on”. I sat her down and told her EVERYTHING, from beginning to present. “So you’re telling me you got railed by your teacher and if it wasn’t for me it wouldn’t have happened.” “i guess you’re right but shhh, let me have my moment.” Just as I finished my sentence I heard my phone buzz in my pocket. I pulled it out and looked down. “Email from Ms Maximoff” it read, “oh shit”. Zara yanked the phone from my hand, “OPEN IT BITCH” she said slamming the phone back into my hands waiting in anticipation. “Okay alright”. I typed in my passcode tapping the mail icon on the home screen. An address was all that was included. 195 Westview Ave 97305. “is that her home ad?” Zara asked. “How am I supposed to know?” i ask. “we’ll go find out,” “I don’t think that’s a great idea” she rolls her eyes. “Just go for it”. “Okay why not”. I grab my car keys walking to the elevator and head towards the car park. As the elevator descends I put the address into my GPS. “only 2 miles away, atleast I wont be using a lot of gas.” The door opens and i walk to my car hopping in and backing out. Shorter than I realized I was at her house, or atleast what I think is her house. Just as I park the car I see the front door open. A man and three kids walk out followed by Wanda. Are those her kids, is she married!?!? She hugs the kids and the man as they hop into their car and drive off. I don’t know how but apparently I grew balls and went up to her. “oh hello y/n, I see you got my address.” “yes uh Ms. Maximoff-“ she cuts me off “Love, please call me Wanda.” “Sorry Wanda, who are those people, they aren’t your kids… right?” she chuckles “oh no that’s Clint my close friend and his children. I felt the weight of the world lift off my chest. “hon, theres no need to be worried you have me all to yourself.” She lightly cups my cheek pulling my lips to hers. The soft sweet lips I had only kissed about a few hours prior back on mine. She slowly pulls me inside guiding my back to a nearby wall. She pulls away biting my lip before releasing. “I wanna eat you, right here, taste that sweet little pussy of yours.” Involuntarily a moan slips out from between my lips. “yes mommy” is all i can mutter up. She goes straight for my neck kissing and sucking at the tender skin while guiding her hands down my torso. Her gentle, cold fingers moving towards the hem of my sweatpants. She unties the loop of the strings and slowly pulls my pants down kneeling as she does. God she looks so fucking sexy on her knees. She lifts one finger and places it on my clit causing my body to shudder. “my god baby, you’re so wet.” “Please… please mommy” she hooks her finger around my underwear pulling them aside. Before I can even prepare myself I feel her warm tongue on my pussy. She starts circling my clit with her tongue holding onto my thighs as she pleasures me. If i thought she was good with that fake dick she’s even better with her tongue. “does that feel good moya krasavitsa?” “Fuck yes please don’t stop” she moves her tongue farther down prodding at my hole. My body in full bliss as this woman pleasures me. I throw my head back, closing my eyes as she moves back up to my clit, I don’t even have time to ask for her tongue in my hole when I feel her cold finger enter my pussy. “OH FUCK” my knees nearly buckle out from under me as she keeps licking and sucking at my clit. “oh you’re such a slut, you wanted mommy inside of you huh?” I can only respond with incoherent moans. She pulls away from my pussy keeping her fingers in me. “Use your words detka” she says reaching
her other hand up to pinch my nipple. “yes, y-yes i wanted you inside my pussy, please please make me cum mommy.” Wanda let’s out a deep moan before throwing her tongue back at my pussy licking even faster, her fingers working at much harder into my aching cunt. my hand reaches for her hair as my orgasm builds in the pit of my stomach. Loud moans escape my mouth bouncing off the walls as I grip onto her hair for dear life. The sounds of her sucking up my wetness making my pussy throb. “you gonna cum whore?” she says driving her fingers into my soaked pussy. I open my eyes looking down to see her fingers covered in my juices. “yes yes please harder.” Her fingers rapidly move in and out of me, my walls clenching tightly around her fingers. Her other hand moves up to my clit rubbing it in tight circles. That’s all I needed for my orgasm to plow through me. “MOMMY” I yell as my thighs tighten around her hand. She slowly being her fingers to a halt pulling them out. “let me clean you up detka.” She sucks all of my cum into her mouth standing up and opening her mouth so I can see it on her tongue. She seductively stares at me closing her mouth and swallowing it all. I grab her face and pull it towards my lips. My tongue pushes through her lips eager to taste myself on her tongue. I pull back, “Now it’s my turn to please you, show me to your room mommy”. She continues kissing me as she guides me to her room. As we enter I pull away closing the door and turning around to see her stripping. God does she look so fucking beautiful. I do the same leaving my clothes all over the floor. I walk over to her now naked guiding her to the bed and pushing her back onto it. I get ontop of her immediately latching my mouth onto her nipple while massaging the other breasts. “Fuck you love mommys tits, is that right?” I just nod my head moving to leave hickeys all over her. I lean up grabbing her shoulders and flipping us around. “Ride my thigh mommy, use to me to cum.” she moans at my request. “My little baby so eager to please me.” she says while straddling my thigh. She lowers herself down I feel the warm wetness of her pussy on my thigh. Her hips begin rocking back and forth as she leans forward to gain better stability. Her ethereal moans begin leaving her mouth as her eyes shut. “mmm that’s it baby, such a good fuck toy” the bed begins creaking as she picks up the pace. I lean up attaching my lips to her neck and massaging her boobs. “yes don’t stop” she moans into my ear. I can feel the throbbing on my leg as her pace becomes violent, her juices running down my thigh and onto the sheets beneath us. “What do you want mommy?” I ask wanting to bring her to her orgasm quicker. “mmm fuck, suck on my fingers” I open my mouth inviting her inside. She temporarily opens her eyes to guide her fingers into the warm destination. I close my lips around her fingers sucking and moving my tongue around them. A loud shaky moan leaves her smooth lips as her thighs shake. She’s close, my hands grab ahold of her hips and I tense my thighs rocking her harder into me. “OH FUCK CUMMING” her body shakes above me, my eyes locked on her boobs as they rock with the motions of her hips. Her jaw drops as her orgasm waves over her. Her warm juices now all over my thigh. I stopped guiding her hips and slowly laid her down ontop of me . “You’re so hot mommy.” “that was the best orgasm Ive had in ages” she says through pants. she crawls up to embrace you pulling the covers over both your bodies. “Sleep detka, you deserve it”
Please let me know your opinions on this and if I should write a series!
Hello my lovelies, i’m back. I’ve been away for quite some time there’s been plenty going on in my life and I thought might as well write a bit so here you go, enjoy little smut lovers. (P.S. there’s drama in this one)
Natasha RomanoffxFemReader
BottomNat TopReader
Oral (r giving), cheating, pet names (slight), cursing, breast play? (idfk), mommy kinkkk (cause its me)
Reader has a huge crush on Nat little does she know Nat does too despite her current love life.
The talk of the tower, Natasha and Steve. Always together, always talked about. Nat this and Steve that, it drove you nuts. When you first found out about the couple nothing bothered you although you liked Nat it was easy to suppress, until it wasn’t. You lived in the room across from Steve which meant whenever the two live birds decided to fuck, you could hear. 3 am bed rattling, the moans, the grunts, it was not only annoying but frustrating. sexually. Hearing Nat moan knowing good and well they sounded fake and Steve wasn’t good drove you crazy. You knew you could give her more, make her feel so good, but she wasn’t yours. Tonight you had begun settling into bed when you heard something, screaming, but not the kind you were used to. “WTF Nat why are you moaning someone else’s name when we’re doing it” it was Steve. This was not good. “I’m sorry that you don’t turn me on, i have to finish somehow with that lousy dick of yours”. Oh shit you thought to yourself. You slightly cracked the door to better hear and see the shit show in the halls. “not to mention you moaned y/n, our fucking colleague”. Your jaw hit. the fucking. floor. Your name, there was no way. Steve came around the corner holding a bag of stuff. “You know what, I’m sleeping in the free room upstairs, leave me alone” He says as he walks towards the elevator. Once he’s gone you leave from behind your door and walk towards the now closed door of nats room. “Hey can i come in”. the door opens revealing a flustered natasha. “Before you say anything, i’m so sorry, i never meant for you to find out i totally understand if-“, “nat, nat, breathe, it’s okay” she looks at you puzzled. “can he really not please you honey?” you ask her. Her face goes red, “no” she responds. “Well you seem like you deserve a good orgasm, can i help you”. Her eyes dilate, filled with lust and desire. “yes mommy” she responds. You wrap your hand around the back of her neck and pull her to your lips, pushing your tongue past her lips and into her mouth. You move forward entering the room and shutting the door behind you. You flip her around and pin her to the door whilst moving your lips down towards her neck. “shit please, bed” she says in between sighs.
you turn her back around and walk her towards the bed, pushing her back as the backs of her knees hit the base of the bed. You crawl on top of her kissing her neck up to her lips. you pull away from her staring at her as your hands gently rubbed up and down her magnificent body. “what do you want baby, hm?” “please eat me, fuck taste me please” your hands placed right at the base of her shirt grab ahold of the hem and lift the fabric slowly stripping her of each clothing item. Once she is naked you lightly grab one of her breasts, putting her hardened nipple into your mouth and sucking on it. While kissing one massaging the other. You make sure to leave a few hickies on her boobs, you knew she’d look hot covered in your marks. you kiss down her stomach to her hips then down to her inner thighs. The sight of the woman in-front of you naked and wet on display for you was simply intoxicating. Without another word you lick a long strip up her pussy. You were immediately hooked, wanting nothing more than to make this woman cum in your mouth. Your tongue found her clit, pressing into it and moving up and down. Her back arched as she threw her head back. “fuck mommy please don’t stop”. You move your tongue faster watching her body move as the pleasure takes over. you slowly push your index finger into her feeling her wet walls tighten on your finger. she lets out moans and pants, real ones. “fuck, fuck more, finger, another finger”. With that you push your middle finger into her. you could hear the sounds of her wetness as your fingers moved inside her. “fuck yes i’m so close” she moans out. Your tongue still pleasing her clit while your fingers curl to hit her g-spot. “fuck fuck fuck, cumming oh fuck” her eyes shut, her muscles tighten her back arches. You move your fingers quicker. “cum for me baby, cum” those words were all it took to push her over the edge. Her hands reach for the sheets as her legs shake around your head. “FUCKKKK” she moans out. you work her orgasm, drawing it out as you feel the warm liquid inside her. Once her breathing steadies you pull your fingers out cleaning them with your tongue then going to clean up what’s left on her thighs. you look up at her, she softly grabs your chin and pulls you up to kiss her, you yet again pushing your tongue in her mouth and letting her taste herself. “That was the best sex i’ve ever had” she says to you looking into your eyes. “y/n it was always you, i hope you knew, i’ve always wanted this”. you crawl up and pull her onto your chest, pulling the covers over your bodies. “i did too love, i did too” and just a few moments later she was asleep, the most beautiful women ever lying in your arms.
Hey :) Wondering if you could do a highschool au of wanda x fem!reader where wanda is lowkey a popular bully and hates the reader but when she sees the popular guy ask you on a date to the prom she gets jealous and goes all 'i could be a better bf then him' (the dove cameron song basically LOL) and then teases the flustered reader. Could lead to smut if you want i dont mind :)
I Could be a Better Boyfriend Than Him (AU)
my requests are open. request here (request rules)
masterlist - wanda maximoff masterlist
warnings: 18+ explicit content, fingering, dirty talk, public sex, language, highschool au
a/n: hi, thank you for the request! so i think i got carried away with the smut here, i hope you don’t mind lol
genre: smut
gender/pronouns: fem reader
also posted on ao3
summary: Wanda, aka the most popular bully in school, can’t help but feel jealousy when she sees the most popular guy ask you out to prom. He didn’t deserve you. Though, maybe she could convince you to go with her instead with a talk, and some pleasure.
18+ explicit content, minors DNI, smut below the cut
Wanda Maximoff
The most popular girl in school.
Everyone loved her, everyone wanted to be her friend.
But they also feared her.
They all knew that she could ruin them in a second if they weren’t careful. So they were all very cautious towards her, always going out of their way to be kind. Doing anything she wanted from them. Except for you. you never went out of you way to do anything for her, often trying to ignore her. You thought that it was idiotic for anyone to go out of there way to try and become friends with a person like her. She was cruel, and manipulative. Wanda hated you just as much. She didn’t like that you weren’t under her spell like everyone else in the school. She didn’t like the way you would actually stand up to her.
You were at your locker, putting away your books for the day. You saw Tyler come up to you. He was one of the most popular boys in school, he was the head of the football team, and all of the girls in school dreamed of being with him, or even being noticed.
“Hey y/n.” Tyler greeted you, a charming smile plastered on his face.
“Hello Tyler.” You greeted him back, turning around from your locker.
“So, I was wondering, since prom is coming up and all. What do you think about going to prom with me?” He asked you, handing you a rose.
You smiled at him. Wanda watched from her locker. Anger running through her, and maybe jealousy. Wait! Why was she jealous. She wasn’t jealous that Tyler asked you out instead of her. Wanda was jealous that it wasn’t her that was going to prom with you. But why? She hated you, or at least she thought she did.
“Sure, I’ll go to prom with you.” You agreed.
“Great! I’ll pick you up at your house at around 6 tomorrow?” He asked.
“Sounds perfect.”
“Okay then, I’ll see you then.” Tyler told you, walking away.
You turned back around to finish putting books back in your locker. When you turned around, there stood Wanda.
“Look if you’re mad because Tyler asked me out to prom, then I don’t want to hear it.” You told her, un-amused.
“That isn’t it.” She grunted, pushing you against the locker, holding your wrists together..
“Finally alone aren’t we?” She looked around.
You looked at her questionably, nodding.
“I could be a better boyfriend than him.” Wanda said confidently, looking you in the eyes.
“What?” You questioned.
“You heard what I said.” She growled, reaching down under your skirt.
Your breath got caught in your throat when her hand made contact with your clothed core.
“Yeah, when everyone else is out on the floor dancing, where do you think he’ll be?” She pondered, pulling your panties down.
“Oh, that’s right. He’ll be dancing with some other girl.” Wanda answered herself, rubbing her finger over your folds, that were already so wet.
You harshly swallowed a moan. You hoped that nobody else was near, you hoped that everyone else has already left for the day.
“You think Tyler is some gentleman that will be by your side all night. You think he’ll treat you how you deserve to be treated?” Wanda asked you.
You slowly shook your head.
“I don’t think so either. I could be a gentleman though. I could treat you like a queen.” She scowled, rubbing your clit.
You moaned at the sudden contact. A small smirk appearing on her face.
“You know, what if i just stole you from him?” Wanda pondered to her self again, applying more pressure to you clit.
You let out a small whimper, trying to contain your noise.
“I think I should, I could treat you better than he ever would.”
Wanda suddenly took her finger off your clit. Just to roughly insert two fingers inside of you.
“That asshole will just leave you alone at a table. Meanwhile, he’s already left to his car to fuck some blonde bitch on the cheer team.” She claimed, thrusting her finger in and out of you still.
You were close to reaching your climax, strangled and swallowed moans escaping your body.
“Instead of fucking some other girl on prom night, I could take you to my house, and I could fuck you all night.” Wanda growled in your ear.
“I could make you feel so good, y/n. I could focus on your pleasure more than mine. I could fuck you, until your all fucked out. Moans and whimpers leaving your overstimulated body as you lay on my bed. All sprawled out and pretty.” She whispered harshly in you ear.
That was all it took for you to come undone. Moans of her name leaving your body, like a prayer. Until you finally came on her hand. Wanda looked you in the eyes as she brought her hand up to her mouth. Licking up all the juices that your body had just produced. You moaned at the sight, there was no point in trying to keep quiet anymore.
“So, I’ll see you at 5 tomorrow?” She asked.
You just whimpered, trying to recollect yourself.
“Cat got your tongue?” Wanda teased.
“I- y-yeah, I- I’ll see you tomorrow.” You stuttered out.
“Good, I’ll see you then.” She said, walking off towards the exit of the school.
I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:
IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.
1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.
2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.
3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”
4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”
5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.
TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.
Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.
hey guys i’ve been painfully inactive, do you guys have any requests? feel free to comment them under here or if you’d like to reach out another way let me know!!
shower. not a bath, a shower. use water as hot or cold as u like. u dont even need to wash. just get in under the water and let it run over you for a while. sit on the floor if you gotta.
moisturize everything. use whatever lotion u like. unscented? dollar store lotion? fancy ass 48 hour lotion that makes u smell like a field of wildflowers? use whatever you want, and use it all over.
put on clean, comfortable clothes.
put on ur favorite underwear. cute black lacy panties? those ridiculous boxers u bought last christmas with candy cane hearts on the butt? put em on.
drink cold water. use ice. if u want, add some mint or lemon for an extra boost.
clean something. doesn’t have to be anything big. organize one drawer of ur desk. wash five dirty dishes. do a load of laundry. scrub the bathroom sink.
blast music. listen to something upbeat and dancey and loud, something that’s got lots of energy. sing to it, dance to it, even if you suck at both.
make food. don’t just grab a granola bar to munch. take the time and make food. even if it’s ramen. add something special to it, like a hard boiled egg or some veggies. prepare food, it tastes way better, and you’ll feel like you accomplished something.
make something. write a short story or a poem, draw a picture, color a picture, fold origami, crochet or knit, sculpt something out of clay, anything artistic. even if you don’t think you’re good at it.
go outside. take a walk. sit in the grass. look at the clouds. smell flowers. put your hands in the dirt and feel the soil against your skin.
call someone. call a loved one, a friend, a family member, call a chat service if you have no one else to call. talk to a stranger on the street. have a conversation and listen to someone’s voice. if you can’t, text or email or whatever, just have some social interaction with another person. even if you don’t say much, listen to them.
cuddle your pets if you have them/can cuddle them. take pictures of them. talk to them. tell them how u feel, about your favorite movie, a new game coming out.
Fuck I’m at a fencing tournament and literally a minute after I reblogged this my dad told me that he talked to the point people and I’m probably going to win a medal.
I need to follow up to say I reblogged this last night, and this morning I got some of the best news of my life, like, a life dream come true news thing.
FUCK, I though it was just another lucky meme but LISTEN. Since a week ago I was waiting a phone call to confirm me if I got a job or not in my university. I reblogged this yesterday’s night “just for fun and because I don’t want any bagel to be mad with me”, and today’s afternoon, while I was losing my time as always, the professor I was supposed to work with called me and asked me for my personal information to start working with her.
Summary: You wanted to help Natasha gain back control so you let her control you
Warning: 18+ smut, restraints, face slapping, finger fucking, oral, dom/sub ish - Reader and Nats first time
A/n: This wasn't supposed to be smut, but it turned into smut *shrugs*
I didn’t have much time to edit so hope there aren’t too many mistakes
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When you met Natasha you thought you had her all figured out. She was confidence personified walking around the compound as if nothing could touch her. It wasn’t until the two of you became close that she started to show more of herself. Her playful side was your favorite.
The team was shocked the first time they saw Natasha hug you. She wasn’t known to be a cuddly person but you knew the truth. Natasha loved to cuddle. When she felt distressed or frustrated, she would come to your room, crawl into your bed and hold you. The first time it happened you thought it was a dream. When you asked her if she was ok, she simply nodded and confessed that you made her feel safe. You could relate, she made you feel safe too.
You were currently in the common room when Natasha came through the elevator looking the most exhausted you’ve ever seen her. She had been away for a week on a mission with Steve and by the grunt he gave you as a greeting, you knew it must have been physically and emotionally exhausting.
The redhead could barely keep her eyes open as she waddled over to you and collapsed on the couch, planting her head in your lap.
“That bad huh?” You asked Steve.
“Longest mission of my life.” He mumbled, “You got her?”
“Always.” You said, caressing her back.
You let her sleep while you finished your movie, turning it down to the lowest volume so you wouldn’t disturb her. Her soft snores made you grin knowing she would deny them once you teased her about it.
“Nat.” You whispered, lightly nudging her as the credits rolled.
She grunted, burying her face in your stomach.
“Five more minutes, milaya.”
“It’s been an hour, love. I know you would rather be in bed. Unless you want Thor waking you up at five am.”
She looked up at you pouting knowing you were right. You wiped away loose strands of hair as they tickled her nose and tucked them gently behind her ear.
“Can you stay with me?” She asked.
“I wish I could, but I have to be up by five too. You need to rest.”
“I don’t care.” She said, sighing.
“You’re a light sleeper, Nat. You’ll stay up with me and feel grouchy all day.” You chuckled.
“You’re right, you’re right.”
Natasha pulled herself up and stretched her aching muscles. Dirt and grime painted her neck and arms, and dry streaks of blood mapped her torso.
“Maybe take a shower before bed yeah?” You teased.
She scoffed nudging your shoulder but swiftly smelled herself groaning.
“I’m taking a vacation.” She grumbled.
You went your separate ways once you reached your floor. Natasha gave you a hug goodnight and you settled into bed. You wished you would have said yes to staying with her but you knew it was the right thing to do. When the redhead didn’t get proper sleep it was dangerous for everyone around. The last time it happened, Thor almost needed a new cloak and Tony a new pair of hands.
The night went on and you found yourself unable to sleep. It was hard when she wasn't next to you. You haven’t gotten much sleep when she was away when you think about it. You checked the clock groaning when you saw it was one am. Training day was the worst to wake up to. You shifted trying to get comfortable when suddenly you heard a bloodcurdling scream.
A chill ran down your spine as you rushed to Natasha’s room. What you saw when you opened the door broke your heart. You’ve seen her vulnerable but you’ve never seen her look so fragile. She was shaking, beads of sweat dripped down her forehead as she clung her knees to her chest rocking back and forth. She hadn’t noticed you yet and you treaded lightly so you wouldn’t alarm her. Her eyes were wide and barely blinking as she stared at the wall. Her bottom lip quivered as silent tears ran down her cheeks.
You felt guilty that you hadn’t stayed with her like she asked. From what you’ve seen in the past, her nightmares were bad but this one was different. You’ve never heard her scream like that before.
“Nat.” You whispered, sitting slowly on the edge of the bed.
Your worry grew as she continued to stare at the wall. Natasha was always aware of her surroundings. The fact that she still hadn’t noticed you let you know she was still trapped in her mind.
You slowly rubbed her back, knowing it was something she liked when she was upset. She visibly started to shake and your heart ached in your chest. Your strokes became firm as you guided her back into reality.
“Natasha, it’s alright. It’s ok, you’re safe.”
Her green eyes snapped to yours and she jerked away from you. She shook her head as she ran it through her damp hair.
“What are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here.” She stammered.
“I heard you scream. I just wanted to see if you were ok.”
“I’m fine.” She said, looking away from you.
You sighed moving closer to her. It was rare that she ever shut you out, but when she tried it was usually about her past. It took her a long time to open up to you about it, but even when she did she didn’t say much. Only enough for you to understand the horrors she faced there.
“You’re not fine and that’s ok.”
She licked her lips standing up from the bed, turning her back from you to take off her damp shirt. Her hands were shaking as she shuffled through her dresser to find a new one and put it on.
“I don’t want you to see me like this.” She choked out.
“We’re best friends Nat. I think we’re past that.” You said, trying to reassure her.
She turned around, folding her arms and silent tears fell from her eyes. You’d give anything to make them go away. To make her feel better.
“Talk to me please.” You pleaded.
A storm swam inside her eyes as she looked at you. Your breath hitched only ever seeing them this way when she faced an enemy.
“I had a nightmare - about the red room.” She said, chewing her bottom lip, “how they would make us do certain things in training.”
You pushed past the anger you felt. This wasn’t about you, but you silently vowed to destroy that place when given the chance.
“Was it about the other girls? How they made you-
“No.”
You shifted on the bed, swimming through your mind trying to figure it out. Widows were known for two things, death and seduction. It suddenly clicked and your stomach twisted in knots knowing what it had to be about.
“It’s ok, Nat. I understand.” You whispered.
Her eyes narrowed and she stalked towards you.
“Do you?” She demanded.
“I know you Nat, you hate not being in control. What they made you do with those men-,” You paused taking a beat as her eyes shone with aching vulnerability as the storm subsided. You didn’t need words for her to know you figured it out, “That’s when you felt the most out of control, isn’t it?”
She nodded, wiping away her tears.
“I hate that it affects me this much. It’s just a dream but it’s like I’m back there, underneath them.” She whimpered.
“Come here.”
Natasha took a deep breath, walking closer to you. You held out your hands and you sighed in relief as she unclenched her fists and rested them in yours.
“What do you usually do when you wake up from them? How do you gain the feeling of control back?” You asked.
She shrugged, looking at your paired hands.
“Before I met you I’d usually wait until it passes.” She said, “It takes a while then they feel this real.”
“Holding me helps?” You asked.
“Yes. It- It doesn’t take away the feeling entirely but yes, having you in my arms helps.”
You squeezed her hands rubbing the back of them. Natasha was the most important person in your life and all you wanted was for her to be ok. You had an idea but you weren’t sure how to suggest it. You were lost in thought not noticing how Natasha stared at you, searching for what could possibly be on your mind.
“What is it, Y/n?”
“I - um, I have an idea, but it might be too weird-
“Tell me, please?” She asked.
Her eyes pleaded for anything to help make it better. You nodded, shifting at the anxious bloom that arose in your chest.
“You could control me.” You whispered.
Natasha’s breath hitched and your heart hammered in your chest as you watched her process your words.
“You mean dominate you?” She asked, her lips were parted and you shifted on the bed.
“Yes. I - I was reading this book on bdsm-“
Her snort interrupted you and you narrowed your eyes feeling embarrassed.
“Shut up.” You mumbled.
“I’m sorry, dorogaya. Continue, please.”
You smiled shyly, clearing your throat.
“There was a chapter that talked about how it can be akin to therapy. That it can help people who feel out of control in their workplace or life in general, gain some of the control back. Same for someone who's always in control, it can be a release for them to give it away.”
Natasha took in your words, really thinking about what you said. You swallowed thickly watching emotions play out on her face and you started to think you shouldn’t have said anything.
“Ok.”
You blinked, staring up at her not knowing if you heard her right.
“Ok?”
“I want to try it.” She said.
The flush on her cheeks made your heart flip in your chest.
“Ok.” You whispered.
“Alright, I um - please tell me if it’s too much or you change your mind.” She mumbled, and you could see insecurity swimming in her irises.
“I promise, Nat. I trust you.”
You looked at her openly wanting her to see that you were really ok with this. She nodded sharply and you let go of her hands.
You sat and waited, watching as she flexed her jaw and licked her lips. You would have waited all night as she processed. This was about her. You would let her go at whatever pace she wanted.
“Take off your shirt.” She husked.
You swallowed thickly, taking it off, and shivered as the cool air raised goosebumps on your skin. You were left in only your underwear and you blushed as she took in the white cotton topped with a pink bow.
“Lay back on the bed.”
You did what she said, your breathing shallow as you watched her eyes change. They were hard and focused as they raked over you.
“Hands above your head, and don’t make a sound. If you do I’ll stop.”
You nodded, squirming as she grabbed a piece of rope from her closet. She tied you to the bedpost and tugged making sure you were secure. You pulled at them, a twisting feeling in your groin arose at how vulnerable you were for her.
The bed dipped as she crawled on top of you and you gasped seeing arousal in her eyes.
“What did I say.” She growled, smacking your thigh.
You bit your lip to stop from whimpering and tried to show on your face that you were sorry.
Her calloused hand traced up your thigh making you shiver. She stopped at the fabric of your underwear, pulling it away from you only to let it go with a snap. She traced up your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps, and cupped your breast roughly in her hands. You felt heat between your legs as she squeezed the soft tissue, humming as you tried desperately not to make a sound.
Her eyes stayed on yours as she pinched and pulled your nipple, already hardened by the chill of the air and her previous touch. Your mouth opened, no sound escaping as she added more pressure before lifting her hand to wrap it around your throat.
“You’re being so good for me.” She cooed.
You licked your lips, watching as she traced the movement with her eyes.
“You like being a good girl for me?” She asked.
You nodded, squirming underneath her. All you wanted was to help her gain back control but you had no idea it would feel like this giving it away.
She raised her body, hovering over you. The fabric of her shirt made you shiver as it scraped against your overheated skin. She ran her free hand up your thigh cupping your center.
“You’re so wet for me, detka.” She husked, pushing the fabric to the side.
You bit down on your lip, knowing by the end of this you were bound to draw blood.
The weight of her hand left your throat and in one swift movement, she ripped the fabric off of you, tossing it to the side.
Her hand returned to your throat and she increased the pressure as she traced your slit up and down collecting your wetness on her fingers. She ignored your clit and you wanted to beg her so badly to touch it.
“What is it, pretty girl?” She cooed.
You clenched your thighs as she teased your opening. You bucked into her, your walls clenching when she grazed your clit.
“Hmmm. Is this what you want?”
Her thumb pressed into your sensitive nub, circling around it in slow languid circles. You closed your eyes nodding when she pushed down adding more pressure.
“Look at me.” She demanded.
You opened your eyes, your mouth open wide as she quickened her pace.
“You want me to fuck you, detka?”
You would have screamed yes if it were allowed. The way she was making you feel made your head spin.
“I bet you do. You like being tied down underneath me. That’s what made you so wet isn’t it?”
Her moan took your breath away as she pushed past your barrier with her finger. You moved your hips against her and tried desperately not to make a sound.
“Look at you fucking yourself on me. I never took you for a whore, Y/n.”
A whimper ripped from your throat before you could stop it.
Natasha glared down at you, removing her hand from your throat to swiftly slap your cheek. Her face was hard and intimidating as her gaze burned into you.
“You get one more chance. Do you understand me?”
You nodded frantically, thankful she wasn’t going to stop.
“Good girl.” She taunted, adding another finger.
Your walls clenched around them, trying to suck them in deeper.
“You’re so tight.” She moaned.
You threw your head back, clenching your hands into fists as she started fucking them inside you. She didn’t hold back as she pounded into you. Your breast bounced and the bed creaked with every thrust she made.
“You feel so good.”
You wanted to tell her that she did too. The heel of her hand pressed against your clit and you lifted your hips meeting her thrust for thrust. She fucked you like she knew exactly what you liked and she felt better than any toy you’ve ever used.
“You’re doing so well, detka. So good for me.”
Natasha watched as tears sprang from your eyes as you tried desperately to be quiet for her. She curled her fingers feeling your walls flutter around her and she knew you were close. The feeling she had fucking you like this was unlike anything she’s ever felt.
“Look at me.” She demanded.
Your eyes snapped to hers and your hips stuttered as her thumb flicked your clit. You tasted iron as your teeth clamped down on your bottom lip.
“You’re so close aren’t you.” She cooed.
You pleaded with her in your eyes, nodding as she curled her fingers again, hitting the spot that would normally make you cry out.
“You don’t get to cum until I tell you to.” She sneered, “but I want to hear you beg for it.”
You opened your mouth then closed it shut, afraid that she would stop even as she said those words.
“It’s ok, detka. Let me hear those pretty sounds. I want you to beg for me to let you cum like the good little slut you are.”
You moaned, relieved you no longer had to hold it in.
“Please Nat, please let me cum, you feel so good, please.” You choked out.
Natasha moaned, fucking you harder as sighs and whimpers fell from your lips.
“Do you think you deserve it?” She taunted.
“Yes.” You whimpered.
“I don’t know, pretty girl. You’ve disobeyed me twice already.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be so good for you, please let me cum.”
You felt your walls clench around her as the words fell from your lips. You’ve never been this turned on before.
“You’re so sweet, dorogaya,” she said, smirking down at you, “so pretty when you beg.”
You lost rhythm in your hips, feeling the coil inside you tighten. You desperately wanted to cum for her. You were dripping down her hand, the sound of how wet you were filled the air making blood rush to your cheeks.
“Please, Nat.” You whimpered.
“Ok detka. Be my good girl and cum for me.” She demanded.
You screamed her name as your body came at her command. The euphoria you felt was borderline overwhelming as your orgasm crashed down on you. Your walls clamped down and fluttered around her fingers trying to suck them in more as she slowed her pace. You whimpered as she removed her hand from your throat to caress your cheek.
Natasha smiled down at you as she pulled out her fingers and sucked them in her mouth moaning at your taste. You blushed, as she licked them clean.
“Delicious, detka.” She said.
She removed her shorts and underwear in one go and you drooled at the sight of her. You could see her slick on her thighs and you couldn’t believe you were the cause of it.
“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”
You whimpered, doing what you were told.
She shifted above you, placing her thighs on either side of your head. You moaned at the sight of her parting lips as her wetness dripped on your chin.
“You made a mess, detka. Clean it up.”
Her hips lowered and you moaned as her center lowered onto your mouth. Her taste was tangy and uniquely hers as you ran your tongue up and down her parted folds. You circled around her clit, moaning as you sucked it into your mouth lathing it with your tongue.
“Fuck Y/n!.”
You tugged your wrist wanting to touch her and whimpered when they met the resistance of the rope.
“You want to touch me don’t you?” She teased.
You nodded as she chuckled darkly above you.
“That slutty little mouth of yours is touching me detka.” She moaned.
You whimpered, letting go of her clit grazing it between your teeth. You lowered your tongue to her opening, teasing it as she thrust down against it. She looked down at you, grabbing ahold of your head as she narrowed her eyes.
“Inside.”
You pried her open with your tongue, whimpering as she sunk down on you. You curled it, wanting to feel as much of her you could and Natasha cried out, bucking against you.
“So good, detka.” She moaned, rolling her hips.
You shuddered as she used you to get off. Fucking your face with abandon as her free hand held onto the bed frame. Her walls were tight against your tongue and you knew she was going to cum. Her whimpers and moans made you clench your thighs. You wanted to hear these sounds for the rest of your life.
“Fuck, fuck, Y/n!”
Her hips stuttered and her slick dripped down your cheeks and chin as she came around your tongue. Her hips slowed dragging out her high and you licked every drop you could as she rubbed herself all over your face. When her movements stop, she grunted lifting off of you and shifted down to straddle your hips.
You knew you were smiling like an idiot when her jaw twitched to stop her from smiling back.
She leaned over untying you from the bed and you sighed as blood rushed back to your aching limbs.
“Are they sore, dorogaya?” She asked, rubbing them.
“Only a little, but not a lot.” You mumbled, shyly.
Natasha kissed your forehead and lifted off you, disappearing into the bathroom. You blushed when she came back with a wet towel. It was warm as she traced it against your face and body cleaning you up. She was so attentive it made your heart flutter in your chest. You whimpered as she parted your folds, still sensitive from how hard she fucked you.
“Shh, you’re ok, kotenok.”
Your blush deepened at the nickname she gave you shortly after the two of you met.
“There, all clean.” She whispered.
She threw the towel to the side of the room and laid down beside you cupping your cheek. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you. All the pain from before was completely washed away and you melted at her smile.
“It helped?” You whispered.
“Better than I imagined. Was that ok for you too? I didn’t do anything that made you unconformable did I?”
“No. It was nice.” You said, licking your sore lip.
“Nice?” She teased.
“I - it. It was good, Nat. Really good, but I didn’t want it to be about me.”
“It was about the both of us, detka. You’re the most important person in my life. I know that this was to help me gain back control and it did, but during I just really wanted to make you feel good. Like it felt for me.”
“I didn’t know it would feel like that.” You said.
“Neither did I. I thought I was going to cum just making you cum. Hearing you beg was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”
You blushed, trying to duck your head into the pillow but her hand stopped you.
“I um- it made me realize a few things about myself.”
“It made me realize a few things too.” She mumbled.
“Like what?”
“That you’ve been more than just my best friend for a long time.”
Natasha looked at you with so much love it made your heart ache. You felt the same and wondered why it took you both so long to get here.
“Can I kiss you?” She asked.
You melted at the shy look in her eyes and nodded not being able to speak.
Her lips were soft as they melded to yours. You wrapped your arm around her waist pulling her closer to you as she deepened the kiss. She was soft and gentle as she cradled you in her arms. Taking her time as she explored your mouth with her tongue.
When you both pulled back to breathe, Natasha looked at you shyly.
“Um, can we do that again when I have another nightmare?” She asked.
“Nat, you can control me whenever you’d like.”
She smiled brightly kissing you softly before laying on her back to pull you into her arms.
“You’re calling off training tomorrow. I’m going to hold you for as long as I want and if Tony has a problem with it I’ll dismantle his suit again.”
There clearly was an assumption about how your bedroom must work. Everyone saw Natasha at parties, on missions, or at work, where it was required for her to be the woman everyone expected of her. The kind who could smother someone to death with her thighs, and yes you were considering putting that in your will if they ever had to pull the plug your death would come between her perfect thighs. Which obviously gave everyone a certain perspective on you, it didn’t help that you were one of the more behind the scenes people. You’re sure most of the team probably hadn’t known who you were till you’d walked into one of Tony’s parties with her. You remember that party quite fondly and used it to this day to tease her.
Hello there, so i almost always write about Natasha Or Wanda mainly cause I love them and im a raging lesbian BUT here’s some different content I really hope you enjoy. I would also like to add that i often see fics where y/n seems caucasian. As a POC this occasionally gets annoying so I try very hard to be racially inclusive but if you’d like a specification in the fic that y/n is POC im more than happy to write that.
Soft!Dom Carol, Sub!reader
Date night: After a wonderful night out, your girlfriend gives you a little extra love in the car
Warnings: fingering (r receiving), dirty talk, pet names (bunny, little dove, sweet pea, doll, pretty girl) daddy kink (i feel like this is pretty carol-like correct me if i’m wrong), degrading (dumb baby, whore, )
“I’ll take the check please” Carol states to the waiter as he stands by your booth. You’ve been very stressed during work so your girlfriend being the great woman she is, takes you out for dinner. “Of course Miss” the waiter responds before doing into the back of the restaurant. “Did you enjoy dinner Sweet pea?” your girlfriend asks looking into your e/c eyes. “Yes I did, thank you for all this” a smile curls up in her face at your response “Of course little dove but daddy wants dessert” your eyebrows curl up in confusion as you tilt your head to the side. “Then why‘d you order the check?” you ask genuinely confused. She looks like she’s going to respond yet right as her lips part you feel a hand on your upper thigh. “my pretty girl can be quite the dumb baby at times, isn’t that right little dove?” her hand crawls up higher till it reaches the hem of your cute little white panties. Her finger curls around the top slowly urging them down your lotioned up legs. “C-carol were in-”, “shhh bunny, let daddy take care of you.” Knowing not to mess with your superhero girlfriend you lift your hips letting her take off your inevitably soaked panties. She balls them up and puts them into her suit pocket before looking up at something. You didn’t know what until you heard the waiter speak. “Here you are Miss, have a lovely evening” Carol nods her head and smiles at the man placing the due amount of money in cash on the check. “Let’s go little dove” she says to you. You grab your small purse and stand up with the help of your girlfriend. You both walk to her car placing your things inside and hopping in. She cranks the car and backs out of the parking lot before pulling forward and beginning her drive back to the compound. Similarly to the restaurant, you feel your girlfriends hand rest on your thigh. Soft and gentle, unlike Carol Danvers to most people. To you however she treated you with care, like fine china. She lightly drags her fingers up your thigh to reach your now unclothed core. You shudder as you feel her cold finger spread your arousal on your exposed pussy. “I’ve barely even touched you bunny, you’re soaked” You whimper as her finger slowly circles your clit making the ache for her stronger. “You want daddy to finger fuck you while I drive or can my little dove be patient” She applies a bit more pressure to your clit causing your hips to roll into her hand. She smiles again “I guess that answers my question”. Her slow movements pick up, circling your throbbing clit at a much faster and harder pace. Your back arches off the seat as you let out a moan. With one hand on the steering wheel she enters her middle finger into your pussy, easily sliding in due to the amount of arousal pouring out of your cunt. “mmm fuck daddy” you moan out gripping onto the door of the car for better stability. “My little whore, letting me fuck her in the car, can’t even wait till we’re home huh?” she teases occasionally peering at you during red lights or in her peripheral vision. She smirks as her fingers work in and out of you at a faster pace. The sounds of your wet cunt filling the car. She adds her ring finger in causing you to let out a series of high pitched moans and whines. “Daddy fuck harder, p-please harder.” You hear her grunt as she curls her finger inside you and thrusts into you harder. ”fuck yes daddy”. you moan out your left hand reaching up to massage your tit adding to the pleasure your girlfriend was giving you. She pushes her palm forward letting it slightly brush your clit sending you over the edge. With a loud cry of her name the contents of your orgasm spill onto her hand, slowly dripping onto the seat below you. “Such a pretty girl, so pretty when you cum” she sighs piling her fingers out of you. She raises her hand to your mouth, “Clean it off for me Sweet pea” she says as she pulls the car into the driveway. You wrap your lips around her fingers sucking of all your cum and removing your mouth with a *pop*. “Cmon doll, let’s go inside and finish what we started”
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