💋 | Slut!Kaeya with his tits out in the open so you can't help but stare in public. It doesn't matter how cold it was, your gaze warms him up from the inside out.
💋 | Pussy player, once he has you charmed he'll have you chained by the clit. There's never enough begging for this man to even consider stopping.
💌 | Slut!Kaeya that had his eye on you for a long time, until you found him one night drunk out of his mind and you actually listened to his sorrows.
💋 | Slut!Kaeya that fucks anyone that had your feature afterwards to relieve himself, even then it wasn't enough for him to cum. He isn't moaning your name, eyes to back of his head to see your body instead of the peeson below him or else he can't cum.
💌💋| Like Pervert!Alhaitham he sends you sweet darling letters, framing himself as your secret admirer and watching you from the alleyways as you read them. Cock in hand with a wild look on his face.
💌 | Slut!Kaeya that cooes and awws at your mannerisms, girl next door type vibe . He finds you so cute, he'll wait to have you but god the way you tuck your hair behind your ear makes him want to see your wellkept self disheleved under him. He'll bide his time and snake his way to your heart then under your pants soon enough.
💋 | Slut!Kaeya that starts his seduction early, his hand on his arm one day and the next his hand on your waist. The day after he's right behind you as you talk, crotch to your ass. He isn't just talking to you, he's whispering it in your ear and watching your skin burst into a flush. Relishing in the way his touch on your skin makes you jump.
💋 | Slut!Kaeya that dreams of corrupting you. The way you amiably hold yourself and talk to him is so cute his dick twitches whenever you smile.
💋| Slut!kaeya who earns your respect by being consistent with his pursuits, and gauges your curiosity by being subtle about his interest.
💌| Slut!Kaeya who sends you flower bouqets with hand written cards hanging off of the cover. Knowing exactly what it takes to woo a church girl like you.
💋| Slut!Kaeya that like backshots infront of a mirror, pulling you by the hair and making you watch yourself in shambles on his cock.
💋| Slut!kaeya that loves to fuck you senseless, driving you mad while he whispers about how your womb was his to breed.
GUESS WHO'S BACK AT IT AGAIN.
Anyway, thank you for the support for the Pervert!Alhaitham post. I appreciate it greatly, if this post does well I might release Needy!Scaramouche.
Fic Premise: Fic will start with an established soulmate Omegaverse relationship between a civilian (Omega Fem) reader insert and an avenger (Alpha) Black Widow. Both of them are waiting for their third soulmate. At some point, after some gratuitous smut and fluff, Reader is kidnapped by Wanda during an engagement with the avengers (Hydra removed her other alpha's mark? or something to that effect), and Wanda edits her memories of Reader to make her believe Natasha was her abuser. Finally, after some more gratuitous fluff and smut and angst on the side of Natasha, all three soulmates are united. And thats about as far as I’ve thought. Also if anyone has a way to make those handy masterlists that everyone seems to have that’d be helpful too)
Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is my absolute first fic. After consuming through some of the absolute fantastic works here regarding WandaNat, I thought I'd contribute my own to the treasure trove of Tumblr. This work is in various tenses and prose(much to my dismay). So please let me know anything I can improve on and what you prefer. whether it be short 2-3 sentences and then a break or longer paragraphs(My professors used to say that my reports had a lot of run-on sentences, so I tried shortening paragraphs) But umm, let me know and please feel free to take the premise above and write it better. (just tag me so I can read along)
Eventual Wandanat
Warnings: Slight Mentions of physical and psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship dynamics, strap-on use, orgasm denial, memory alteration(Eventual) F/F, F/F/F. Heat/mating cycles, GxP(eventual) ( If I’ve missed anything let me know)
You woke up in the warmth of your alpha's embrace as Natasha hummed out a good morning as she drew meaningless patterns on your bare stomach. "Morning, my love." You whisper out. Her warm hands move up to cup your breasts, and you remember last night's antics and feel Natasha's strap on at the apex of your thighs.
"Sleep well, Kotenok?" she whispered before peppering kisses into her mark along your neck. You groaned as her lips made contact with your scenting gland. "I always sleep well in your arms, Nat." You say, turning to face her. You'd been together just over two years, and you were still working on breaking what remained of the walls built around Natasha's heart by the Red Room.
You think how far your relationship has come since meeting the assassin from her refusing to acknowledge your existence after you served her shwarma after the Chitari invaded New York. You tried speaking to her as she left. Bruce and Tony tried to get her on to the side of sense. Her rejection left you feeling dejected and worse when your heat hit full force after your body detected your soulmate. And after two days of agony, Natasha finally put aside her pride as her rut was in full force. And while it certainly wasn't the bonding you imagined, Natasha seemed to accept your presence in the tower, but made no effort to further your relationship. You were there as a biological necessity not as someone worthy of love.
It was only after you managed to pin her down. (By straddling her while she was engrossed with some mission reports, I don't think you could pin Natasha) And get her to speak to you honestly. She confessed that she was scared that she'd hurt you. The red room taught her that soulmates were a weakness, a liability, that no one could ever love them after everything they'd done. It broke your heart. But you kissed your alpha's tears away and assured her that nothing could stop you from loving her. You spent every waking moment with your mate reassuring her that she was worthy of love. You’d broken down the walls for the most part but despite Natasha’s Alpha designation she often needed the assurance that you wanted her”
As Natasha continued peppering your neck with soft open, mouth kisses, she pulled you flush with her with the side effect of her strap pressing against your clit. You groaned and involuntarily ground your hips to get some friction. You felt her smirk into your neck. "Is my little omega eager?
Do you want to prepare my strap Detka?
"Natasha, you can’t tease me like this. You have training with your shield recruits all day!" You whined as you ground your core into the veins of the strap. "I'm not teasing, love." She said as she rolled to the edge of the bed, shedding the duvet and carrying you to your ensuite bathroom. "There will be plenty of time for me to please that greedy little pussy of yours."
You wrapped your legs around her back and your arms around her neck as she continued her mouth's assault on her mark on your skin. You heard the water spray, and you get on your own little offensive on her neck. You'd let those shield special weapons trainees that Natasha was claimed as you found her pulse point and sucked. She groaned, adjusting the spray and then activating the rain shower head.
Meanwhile, she stilled your hips as you were unconsciously grinding against her strap. And she stepped into the shower, placing you against the... warmed tiles (She'd obviously adjusted the water spray to warm the tiles for you, and you loved how she paid such attention to your comfort) as the water cascaded down between you. You bucked your hips. "Come now, kitten. You need to use your words."
"I need your strap, Nat!" You lead. "I don't know, love. I'm not quite convinced."She replied, rolling her hips, grinding the silicone into your mound. "Natashaaaaa." you cry out. "Still not convinced, kitten, but I'm not going to leave you aching all day.... not when I can't watch you squirm. How about my tongue?" Your eyes light up, and you nod eagerly. "I need words Detka." She tsks. "Yes, yes, please use your tongue Natasha."
"Alright, love, I'll need you to engage your core here" as she adjusted your legs from around her waist to your calves hanging perpendicular to her shoulders, and she slowly knelt down till she was settled with you against the tiles in a wall sit and her breath against your swollen nether lips. She gave you a few kitten licks before your arms moved towards her crimson hair and tried to alter your angle of approach to stop neglecting your clit. As you let loose a symphony of cries and moans as her tongue makes its way into your snatch, and she finally moved her perfect nose to grind into your clit. And her tongue is replaced with her long fingers and her nose with her attentive mouth as she starts a vacuum around your clit. The coil in your stomach just coils tighter and tighter until it explodes, and your cum is lapped up by your adoring alpha as she eases the pressure on your clit while helping you ride out your release. She taps your jelly legs, and you slowly move them off her shoulders and stand on your own two feet as she rises up to claim your lips. You taste yourself as she plunges her tongue into your mouth. She pulls away and places her forehead against yours, and smiles.
Your voice still shakey after your high "Only you would turn sex into a core workout."
Natasha Smirks. "I'm quite proud of that, actually. It puts me on a time limit before you might start to cramp. Now how about an actual shower? And shall I put your usual breakfast order?"
You tilt your head quizzically, "You're not eating?"
Natasha smirks sinfully. "I already ate my breakfast."
You roll your eyes. "Yes, I'll have my usual (your favourite breakfast food, bonus points for you if it is eggs benedict with a citrus-y hollandaise)"
Natasha took (Your favourite brand/scent) of shampoo from your copious shower shelving. And gave your breakfast order to Friday as she started a lather in her hands before directing you to turn around as she ran it through your hair. The head massage after being eaten out is literally heaven as after she's satisfied with your hair, she moves down to your neck, massaging muscles that needed a little loosening. You can practically hear her comment on how poor your posture is and dread what punishment she'll devise to fix it. (last time, it was balancing books on your head as she had you ride her strap, and for each time they fell, it was another day you'd go without her allowing you to reach release.) She used (your favourite) body wash to remove the evidence of your nightly activities. And use a light luffa to exfoliate your skin. After which, she rinsed you off, and you return the favour.
You loved running your hands through Natasha's shoulder length firey locks and smiled as you heard her purring. And after rinsing her off, she opened the shower door and used a warm towel to dry the both of you off as she inspected the hickey you left her.
"Someone was extra possessive today." she remarked, the light bruising on her neck.
"Well, you are mine, and I don't want any of your little trainees to think theirs any ambiguity." You say as she pads you down with a warm towel.
A chime indicating that your breakfast was ready pings through the bathroom as Natasha moves on toward your shared walk-in robe. (And damn, did you hate to see her go but love to watch her leave) As she slipped into her undergarments and her catsuit. You got into some (Whatever you'd wear for a comfy day where you might see intrusive housemates)
"I'll see you when I'm done with the shield dunderheads." Natasha whispered after kissing the crown of your head.
'Hurry, back to me, my love." You call out as she leaves, and your head to your breakfast.
Authors note 2: Hello again, if you made it this far, THANK you so much for your time!!! Let me know what you think, what should happen next or if I'm terrible and should abandon this
Alfie x Reader...smut...sorry not sorry...I can’t help myself...Alfie wants another dog and he’s prepared to go to some lengths to hear the answer he wants...
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“Darlin’?” his voice carries along the hallway into the study,
“Yis Alfie, love?” you mutter distractedly as you continue your writing at the desk.
“What would you say to another dog?” he asks, saccharin sweet and nonchalant. Which meant only one thing. He had got another dog.
“Alfie, we’ve got four of the bloody nuisances already,” you sigh, putting down your pen and leaning back in your chair. A pair of large warm hands rub your shoulders gently and you close your eyes, allowing your head to loll back. A beardy kiss is planted on your lips,
“But sweetie, ‘e was all sad an’ lonely! Starvin’ ‘e was,” you look up into his eyes, puppy-like in expression as he tries to appeal to your sensitive nature,
“Alfie, we simply cannot take in every animal you happen upon, just because ‘they look sad!’ We’re gonna end up with nowhere to live ourselves at this rate!”
“But love,” he whines pitifully.
“I said no!” you affirm.
He harrumphs and continues to massage your neck, still hoping to win you round. You sigh and stand up, grasping his hands in yours,
“Alfie love, don’t pout,” you sigh, cupping his cheek in your hand, “you’re so sulky at times when you don’t get your way,” you lean up to kiss him on his pouting mouth, “we just haven’t got the room for another dog, sweetheart,” you tip his head towards yours. Ever weak for Alfie’s sad face, you roll your eyes and compromise,
“You can keep him at the bakery, he is not coming home here. Poor Cyril can’t move as it is for the others,” you can’t hide your grin as his eyes crinkle into an impossibly wide smile. Shoving your chair back gently, you stand up and squeal as he lifts you in his strong arms, twirling you around in a circle.
“You got an ‘art of gold, d’ya know that, eh?” he mumbles in your ear, kissing your cheek softly.
“I got bloody ‘mug’ printed on my face for you, Alfie Solomons,” you chastise. He dips his face to your neck, nuzzling and making you squeal at the sensation of his beard, “Put me down you oaf!” you giggle at him. He relents, placing you gently onto the floor, keeping you encircled in his embrace,
“Not my fault I’m irresistible,” he shrugs. He releases you, following as you make your way through to the kitchen. You slap his hand as he gropes your backside when you bend to check the pie in the oven, “ey, you can’t go an’ present a target like that an’ not expect me to take advantage,” he reasons.
“I’d be shocked if you ever did keep your hands to yourself,” you say over your shoulder.
“Well, you know your own fuckin’ tricks best,” he growls. You straighten up, feigning innocence as you flutter your eyelashes,
“Whatever do you mean?” you reply breathily, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. You notice his hips twitch in response and curve your mouth into a wicked grin.
“You, my dear, know exactly what I mean. Nearly cost me the fuckin’ deal, dincha,”
“Oh Alfie, don’t exaggerate love,” you sigh. He says nothing but quirks an eyebrow at you.
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You had gone to the bakery to see Alfie that morning, taking some lunch for him and Ollie. He had been surprised to see you, but happily so. You had been particularly suggestive as you had licked the icing off his fingers left from the cake; leaning over and wiggling as you had retrieved a bottle of lemonade from your bag on the floor; brushing his arm heavily with your breast as you leaned over him to get a glass. You knew just how to wind him up. He had you sitting on his desk, heels on the blotter and hands between your legs as he watched, stroking himself…this was Alfie’s favourite form of foreplay. He had literally just got hold of your underwear when Ollie burst in,
“They’re here early-Shit! Sorry,”
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” Alfie had snarled, “Ollie, get her out will ya,”
“Too late, boss, they’re on their way up!”
“Sorry love, but you’re gonna have to get under the desk til they’re gone. Can’t risk the wops seein’ ya an’ usin’ ya as leverage,”
You splutter, under the fucking desk?! You sensed Alfie’s desperation though as he dragged you off the desk-top and looked at you pleadingly, eyes flickering to the door. You hufffed and crouched down, thankful that his desk was large enough for you to kneel under comfortably.
As Alfie took a seat, readjusting his trousers around his unfulfilled arousal, you realised that you were in a prime position for some fun. You smirked to yourself as he placed his hands on the desk, allowing you free reign with yours. You put your palms on the tops of his knees, pushing them lightly apart. He scooted further along to the front of the chair, looking down at you in amusement. He steepled his fingers as footsteps approached. You clawed your fingers, pushing them up his thighs and fiddling slowly with the buttons of his trousers. Reaching in, you brush your fingertips up the length of his shaft. Alfie cleared his throat, shifting slightly as you drew him out of his pants. You delicately wrapped your fingers around him, stroking up and down. He reached a hand down at one point, catching your dainty wrist in his fingers to stop you briefly, before retrieving his watch to disguise the movement. He parried back and forth with the visitor, easily flinging threats so thinly veiled they might as well be covered in sheer silk. You noticed Alfie’s hand move to his knee, fisting in frustration as his opposition makes some bold statements. You leaned forward, pressing your lips to his scarred knuckles. He flexed his hand under your lips, cupping your cheek and moving your face towards his groin. You licked your lips, preparing to take him into your mouth, so far as touching your lips to the head when he leaned his torso forward, effectively blocking your access. You heard the rapping of his fingers as he punctuated a point,
“An’ you can take a few fuckin’ lessons about how not to be a cunt for future, yeah? Now fuck off,”
Silence ensued, announcing the end of the discussion. Shortly after, the scraping of chairs meant that the others were leaving. Alfie had been absent-mindedly playing with your hair after his final order. When the coast was clear, he leant back, eyeing you shrewdly,
“So, you certainly din’t waste any time down there, did ya,” his mouth twisted into a half-smile beneath his whiskery beard. You shrugged, keeping eye contact as you leant forward purposefully. Alfie laid back, hands behind his head, “Oh, you carry on, my love, yeah,”
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“I don’t seem to remember you complaining,” you counter.
“Mm, well I am now, there’s some unfinished business ain’t there,”
“Which would be…?”
“What’s we gonna call the new dog, eh?” he segues from your mind’s route to the bedroom,
“I don’t care, he’s not living here, let Ollie name him,” you suggest,
“Nah, boy’s an idiot when it comes to stuff like that,” Alfie waves a hand dismissively,
You shake your head, just as much to Alfie as to yourself, you could tell what would be coming next,
“I’ll ‘ave to bring him ‘ome, you need to see him to give a name,”
“For fuck’s sake, Alfie, how many times do I have to say no?”
“I could make you say yes,” he retorts cockily, “multiple times,” he stretches each syllable. You fold your arms, over your chest, huffing.
“Not this time, I’m standing my ground,”
“We’ll see,” he shrugs a shoulder, dropping to his knees in front of you,
“Alfie, what are you doing?” you cry as he ducks his head and lifts your dress. He chooses a non-verbal answer as he drags down your underwear and presses his face into the curls between your legs. Your eyes roll back as he expertly laps and flicks his tongue, your stance widening to allow him greater access. He grasps your buttocks, simultaneously pulling you closer and keeping you upright when your legs begin to tremble. He pulls back as the tension starts to build and pushes you against the counter, allowing you to catch your breath. You see your arousal glistening on his beard and bite your lip, he ducks his head to your chest and pulls down the neck of your dress to nip and suck his way to your breasts. His caresses all at once rough and light, firm but gentle have you tingling from your core outwards. He begins to mutter filthy words and promises in your ear as he works up your neck, knowing how much the sound of his gruff voice drives you wild. Your arms wrap around his neck and he dives a hand between your legs, replacing his tongue and lips with his fingers. As he slides his digits inside you, you cry out wantonly. He nods, loving your vocalisation,
“s’right love, let me hear ya,” he coaxes.
“Oh God, Alfie, that feels-fuck-so-oh fuck-good!” you pant, staccato with the thrusts of his hands, palm hitting the sensitive nub,
“An’ that’s just one hand love, yeah? How about I take you upstairs an’ let you ride me?”
“Oh-fuck-Alfie-oh-yes, YES!” you manage to articulate somehow, as his fingers curl inside you,
“I knew I’d get you to say it…let’s see how many more times eh?” he withdraws his hand, chuckling. You smack his arm playfully and he chases you up the stairs to the bedroom.
