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Natasha is a bit passive, her presence is powerful with a knowing empathy
- She doesn’t have to ask you what’s wrong. She already knows from her constant and natural analysis. And when she wasn’t there to see what caused your mood shift, she still notices it. Not why something is wrong, just silently acknowledging the fact that something is wrong
- She stays quiet while you stew, randomly pulling you out of your head till you’re back with her and ready to tell her what’s wrong. She never has to push, she coaxes your pain out till you allow her to hold the weight instead
- You think she doesn’t notice until:
• She orders your favorite takeout
• Makes you fresh tea/coffee
• Puts on your comfort movie, grabs a blanket, and settles close as she wraps you in her arms
- She doesn’t make it a big deal when tears fall. Her shoulder has always been a safe place to cry
-Her hands warms and soft as she wipes your tears
- Her lips gentle with a kiss to your cheek or forehead
- She doesn’t need to say “I’m here” because her actions are louder than any words she could form
- When you finally do tell her what’s wrong she listens with intent. Soaking up every word, not to respond but to understand. And if you need a response, she always knows what to say
- She stays with you the whole time, phones shut off with her full attention on you. Even after you feel better, she lets you live in the brightness and comfort of a room consumed by you two
corporate dom!beyoncé. power imbalance. control kink. taming. smut. tears.
The elevator dinged at the top floor like a warning bell. You clutched the tablet tighter to your chest, heart hammering against the silk of your blouse. Late again. Only by four minutes, but with Beyoncé Knowles that was four minutes too many.
Her assistant didn’t even look up when you passed. Everyone in the building had learned the rules: when the CEO was in a mood, you stayed invisible.
You weren’t invisible.
You were hers.
The double doors to her corner office were already open. Beyoncé stood at the floor-to-ceiling windows, city lights glittering behind her. White blazer, deep neckline showing the swell of her breasts and the heavy diamond-and-pearl pendant that rested right between them. The same one in every picture that she's in.
She didn’t turn around immediately. Just spoke, low and rough.
“Lock the door.”
Your fingers trembled on the latch. The soft click sounded deafening.
Only then did she face you. Those eyes—honey-brown and absolutely merciless—pinned you where you stood. You’d seen CEOs twice her size fold under that stare. You’d seen her ruin careers with a single sentence.
And right now that stare was on you.
“You were late,” she said simply.
“I—traffic, I—”
Beyoncé crossed the room in three strides. Her hand caught your chin, tilting your face up. Not gentle. Not cruel either. Just control. Perfect, terrifying control.
“Did I ask for excuses?”
Your throat worked. You shook your head.
She studied you for a long moment, thumb brushing your lower lip. Then her gaze softened—just a fraction. The corner of her mouth twitched.
“There they are,” she murmured, almost to herself. “Those pretty eyes already getting glassy. You hate when I’m disappointed in you, don’t you, baby?”
A traitorous tear slipped free. You hated how right she was. How much you craved the fear and the safety all at once.
Beyoncé leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Good. I like you scared. Means you still know who you belong to.”
She walked you backwards until your thighs hit the edge of her massive desk. Files scattered. She didn’t care. One sweep of her arm and the rest followed.
“Skirt up. Now.”
You hesitated half a second—pure instinct—and her hand was already in your hair, tugging your head back.
“Don’t,” she warned, voice dropping into that dangerous drawled out octave that made your knees weak. “You know better than to make me repeat myself little girl.”
You hiked the pencil skirt up with shaky hands. Beyoncé made a low sound of approval when she saw the lace panties she’d bought you last month. She hooked two fingers in the waistband and dragged them down your thighs, letting them catch at your knees.
“Sit.”
You obeyed, perching on the cool wood. She stepped between your spread legs, towering over you even in heels. The pendant swung forward, brushing your collarbone as she caged you in with both hands on the desk.
“Look at me.”
You did. Tears were freely falling now, smudging your mascara. Beyoncé watched them with dark hunger.
“So fucking pretty when you cry for me,” she breathed. Her free hand slid between your thighs, two fingers dragging through your already soaked folds. “This is mine. Your hesitation? Mine. Your fear? Mine. Every single tear—mine.”
She pushed inside you without warning—deep, deliberate, curling just right. You gasped, back arching. Beyoncé’s mouth crashed against yours, swallowing the sound. The kiss was possessive, all teeth and dominance, while her fingers fucked you slow and relentless.
You clutched at her blazer, desperate for something to hold onto.
“Tell me who owns you,” she growled against your lips, thumb circling your clit with devastating precision.
“You,” you whimpered. “You do, Miss.”
Her eyes flashed with satisfaction. She added a third finger and you keened, thighs shaking.
“That’s right. And when I say be on time, you move mountains to be on time. Do you understand me?”
“Yes uh—f-fuck—yes ma’am.”
Beyoncé hummed, pleased. She kissed the tears from your cheeks almost tenderly, then bit down on your neck hard enough to leave a mark you’d have to hide tomorrow.
Her pace never faltered. The wet sounds of her fingers working you open filled the quiet office, obscene and perfect. You were close already—always so easy for her when she got like this.
“Come,” she commanded, voice like silk over steel. “Right now. Let me feel how sorry you are.”
You shattered with a broken sob, clenching around her fingers, fresh tears spilling as the orgasm ripped through you. Beyoncé worked you through it, murmuring praises against your throat.
“Good girl… my good girl… that’s it, baby.”
When you finally slumped against her chest, spent and trembling, she wrapped her arms around you. The scary CEO melted just enough to cradle the back of your head, pressing soft kisses to your hair.
“Shh. I’ve got you,” she whispered. “Always got you.”
She let you stay there for a long minute, breathing her in—perfume and power and the faint salt of your own tears. Then her hand slid back down, cupping you possessively.
“Again,” she said calmly. “And this time you’re going to thank me properly while you come on my tongue.”
You whimpered, already nodding before she even finished speaking.
Beyoncé smiled—slow and dangerous, and only for you.
A/n- quick story/no plot with older Mommy!reader and younger Sub!Wanda. 18+ Men DNI
You just got back from your date with Wanda and instructed her to start the shower. The water hopefully cooling the heat that also resulted from you being tipsy.
The water was warm as it poured down yours and Wanda’s body, but the kiss you two shared, dared to steam the rest of the bathroom. It was needy but grounded, your lips and hands sure of their desires as you push Wanda towards the shower bench.
When she sat down your breast sat perfectly at eye level. Inviting the brunette in for a taste. Your head lulled back at the feeling of her hot mouth against your nipple. But you had to look down, the sight before you too good to pass up. “God…you look so perfect when you suckle Mommy like that.” Your words only encouraging her more.
When your nipples became stiff and sensitive you pulled her away before kissing her lips and giving clear instructions. “Switch spots and get on your knees.”
She listened without a stubborn thought causing a pleasant smile to form on your lips. The shower lightly rained on her back in this new position and even within the dim lighting you could see the want reflecting in her eyes. Even more so when you spread your legs, your dripping core all too tempting.
“Look at how wet Mama gets for you baby.”
The only thing Wanda could do is whine. You had her exactly where you wanted her. Slowly falling deeper into that subby little headspace with her only thoughts being what you tell her.
My fingers teased my clit before gathering the arousal and dipping my fingers shallowly into my pussy. “Do you wanna taste, pretty girl?”
Her head nodded slowly but no words came out. But she snapped out of it just a little when my hand struck her face before grabbing it, “Use your words, little girl. Or did Mama already turn you into her mindless little slut?”
She breathed out a ‘yes’ but I doubt she knew what it was for. Either way I showed her mercy as I gave her a taste. “Open.” I said removing my fingers and placing them in her mouth before stating, “Suck.”
Her eyes closed and she moaned in content. She wasn’t the only one. I sighed at the feeling of her tongue caressing my fingers and the sight of her lips wrapped around them. The sight making me want her even more.
“Do you want more?” This time I accepted her eager nod as she was preoccupied. “Then come have a taste.” I gave her another kiss, deep and still before pushing her head between my thighs.
The moment her tongue licked over my clit I relaxed. Between the feeling of her lapping at my pussy while sucking my clit and the sight of Wanda on her knees, I was in my own heaven. She was in her element and she looked absolutely beautiful. The more eager she became the closer I got. I got off on how much Wanda desired me. On how obedient she’s been tonight. And the liquor added to my own pleasurable headspace.
I hadn’t known how long the woman was on her knees of the shower floors and nor did I care. In fact, the thought of her bruised and still begging to taste me if what pushed me over the edge. My hips not knowing whether to buck into her face or run from her overstimulating tongue. I think she had made the choice for me when my hips were held down. Wanda’s tongue not stopping until she drew out every sound as she swallowed the arousal that graced her.
My panting had calmed just enough for me to gather my senses and once again I kissed her with a fire that would never extinguish. Moaning at the taste of myself on her lips. Even after that, I wasn’t quite done with the brunette before me.
“You’ve been such a good girl today. Why don’t you sit back so Mommy can feel her baby’s pretty pussy against her.” Once again she complied without hesitation.
I got up to sit in front of her, placing one leg over hers and the other under a leg. In this position the water beat down between us, but if we lean into each other it landed on us instead.
I could feel the heat radiating between us. It was almost as perfect as the wetness that allowed me to grind against her. I could tell she was sensitive. Her clit swollen and pulsing against mine as she whined into the open room.
We were leaning back at first. Wanda’s head thrown back with quiet gasps as I watched our hips buck against each other.
I grabbed Wanda’s neck causing her to groan and pulled her closer to me. Wanda’s hands pulled my waist closer giving her more leverage for control and friction. Her moans started to quiet down, it was always a sign she was nearing her climax as she focused on her pleasure.
“You like the way Mama’s pussy feels baby?” I ask in hopes of getting her closer, wanting to talk her through her orgasm.
“Always so good for me. I know you wanna cum for Mama. Let me hear you baby, let me hear how good Mommy makes you feel.”
“Please.” I almost missed what she said over the water raining on us.
I squeezed her throat a little more in attempt to give her that final push she needs, “Cum for me like the good little whore you are.”
And she did. Quick gasps and higher pitched moans fell from her lips as I praised her through her orgasm. A whiny ‘Mama’ fell from her lips as she clenched and pulsed against me. My hips never letting up until her climax calms and she settles into my arms with her head resting on my shoulder.
We just sat like that for a moment before I got up to grab a wash cloth. Thankfully already being in the shower made any clean up easier.
I made it quick as the hot water had finally began to run out and finished the night with wrapping the woman in a fluffy towel. Eventually putting our tired bodies to bed.
Did I take it too far? Would she tell me if I took it too far?
My heart was pounding as blood rushed in my ears when I went to grab the bat. The sound of it banging against each step till I reached the top of the stairs. Words mumbled and muddled under my breath, words I hardly remember. Something about how I’ll show her just how much I hate her.
You hate me. You’re always mean to me. Blah Blah Blah.
Jokes or not, I’ll show her what she wants to see. Complaints always on her lips just for a little attention. It’s always the attention whores who don’t know how to beg. Who can’t ask nicely. And it’s always the masochists who want their boundaries pushed. All talk till there’s real fear in their veins.
So I broke a few support posts of the banister. Between the sound of the bat hitting the railing and the beams hitting the floor below, she peeked out from her locked position in the room. Only for a moment did I pause. Simply to visualize the harm coming to pass, but that time was enough for her to open the door further, out of more curiosity.
Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights just before attempting to shut the door. But not fast enough. I didn’t even notice the steps it took me to grab her by the back of her hair. Her head craned as I quickened my steps back to the banister.
When I removed my hand from her hair and placed it at the back of her neck, I could feel her pulse beating hard and fast just at the tips of my fingers. I wanted to show her that if I simply didn’t care, if I am so mean, then why is she here? So I did.
I placed her on her knees and forced her to scoot forward.
“Move, before I do it for you.”
I pulled one hand behind her back and only pushed a little. I swear she wasn’t even close to falling…yet. Nonetheless, her free hand reached out to the railing above her on instinct to stop her from falling. And I stood there towering over her in presence, holding her life in my hands while she feared a death that tempted just below her. Visualizing the moment she would hit the cold, hard floor right before death made the same of her body.
I could feel the fear radiating off of her. The fact seemed to calm me, but only a little.
“If I hate you so much, maybe I should kill you right here.”
The words weren’t taunting, just plainly said as if my mind had already been made. I wouldn’t, but the threat appeared real in her eyes as the only thing keeping her from falling was a shaky arm and my support from behind.
And yet I still wasn’t satisfied. When I pulled her back, I got a chance to see the fear on her features and it tasted like victory. But I wasn’t done. Not until after I ordered her to strip naked and get on all fours in the bedroom while I grabbed a braided leather belt.
Even when she was shaking, a small I’m sorry whispered from her throat as I loomed behind her, I didn’t let up. It only fed me.
“You will be when I beat your ass till it bleeds.”
With each smack, I demanded those same words. I’m sorry.
I didn’t let up till her flesh turned from red and irritated to purple and battered. Surely a few scraps hid themselves on the raw flesh. Surely to be a reminder of me, imprinted on her body.
So tell me…did I go too far, or could I have done more?
Service switch Wanda/Natasha who is on their knees eating out reader. Meanwhile reader gets to watch them arch their back perfectly in front of them. Y/n’s hand hovering over the dial that controls how fast or slow the machine fucks the beautiful woman in front of them.
Every time reader is close to climax the machine is turned up just a little rougher, effectively making Wanda/Natasha lose her rhythm to quickening gasps and rising arousal that steals focus from the way their lips wrap around Y/n’s clit.
Reader completely in control as she edges herself and Wanda/Natasha over and over again, not wanting the moment to end. Y/n can hear the whines coming from the redhead between her thighs. It’s their only way they know how to beg.
The pattern becomes obvious, so when reader turns up the machine again the woman looks up at reader with piercing green eyes. Determination and desire filling their gaze as they continue to focus on reader’s pleasure. The eye contact, added moans, and the way strong hands grip flesh ultimately undo reader.
And with Y/n’s climax and new found grip on red locks the dial is abandoned. The machine being left to fuck Wanda/Natasha, not letting up until their walls clench and spasm around the thick dildo that has them dripping onto the sheets.
hi. i've been asking all my fav tumblr writers for this.
(i totally get it if you don't wanna do this🙃🫠)
How would Wanda react if her long-term girlfriend, her pillow princess, get hurt (SA'ed) while she was on a mission. and when Wanda comes back, her girlfriend is trying to hide it from her the whole time but Wanda finds out anyways.
I appreciate being one of your fav writers. Although I do believe there is a proper way to write and bring awareness towards sexual abuse, I do not feel comfortable writing this content.
Reader visits Wanda for the first time after months of being long distance. Reader gets to appreciate Wanda in person instead of through a phone screen.
A/n- Just a sweet sensual sex scene, because if you know my writing, you know that’s what you’re most likely getting. And thank you to everyone who voted on my last poll. It was suppose to be a longer story but I ended up in the hospital.
Words- 1300+
I knew she was shy. She hardly showed her face when we were on a video call, but there was no place to hide now. Sure she could tuck her head into my neck, but it only fueled my fire more. Having her even closer with as much skin contact as I can get was the goal.
I could feel her shaking with nerves every time she took a breath. And although you couldn’t see the same on me, my heart was beating at an abnormally fast pace. I could only dream of what it felt like to have my girlfriend so close. And as corny as it is, nothing I’ve thought could have prepared me for the feeling of her weight in my lap.
So I took my time. I knew she hated it. My attention all on her with nowhere to run too. Yet that was the same thing she loved and craved. She loves the way I study her features, complimenting each one. She can never just say thank you. Retreating into her shell as she learns to accept my love over time.
It was a constant cycle like that; the retreat until I brought her back out with the touch of my fingertips. I’d let my hands roam up and down her thighs with purpose. Feeling every bit of tension in her muscles as I got closer to her core and the relaxing as I drew my hands away.
Before I lightened her feelings of anticipation, I intended to build them higher. She sat bare before me, but a larger t-shirt allowed some grace for her naked vulnerability. It was perfect. She was perfect.
My hands caressed higher from her waist to her upper back, pulling her impossibly closer as I kissed her neck. I could feel her relax just before I whispered her favorite words.
“I love you.”
It was simple to the outer ear but effective in the truth it held. With those three words held my promise, my security, and my presence. And it never fails to make the dark haired woman before me melt.
Yet now instead of squeals and giggles through a phone screen, I can feel her hands tightening around the back of my neck, coupled with a whine of desperation.
She might think I’m being mean. Teasing her with my hand, my lips, and my words. But I was simply taking my time to admire her before me. I was actually grounding myself in her presence before I somehow woke up and realized this was only a dream. I couldn’t have that happen again.
Her dark waves, green eyes, and soft skin fading away before I really understood what was happening. But when she whispered those words back to me I knew this was real. I knew she was right here and not going anywhere.
“I love you too.” My hands fell as my body relaxed, resting them on her thighs again.
“Say it again.” I all but begged.
“I love you too.” Her voice was soft and sultry. Her words coated by that fuzzy headspace Wanda fell into many moments ago.
“Again.” For once I could whisper but it sounded loud in the privacy of her bed.
“I love you too y/n.” And only then did I allow us both the relief of having my hands between her thighs.
It was a small movement, feeling her arousal that silently begged me to push deeper. Wanda was wet, damn near dripping when I finally touched her heat. She rivaled the way I would feel if she reached down and did the same.
My fingers dipped shallowly into her entrance. Taking my time for myself more than her. I could feel how ready she was, but I might die right here if I rushed myself. The feeling of her warmth and tightness when I pushed deeper was overwhelming and exhilarating.
The sounds she made were quiet and sinful. Her lungs filled with short gasps and whines when my palm brushed against her clit. My other arm wrapped around her waist, grounding both of us in the feel of each other.
Everything about her was soft. Her velvet walls that squeezed my fingers, her thighs spreading further apart, her hands that stationed themselves on my shoulders, everything. Especially the one or two words she gasps between our kiss.
“Baby.” A plea that makes my heart beat faster.
“I’m right here, pretty girl.” I answer with a couple of kisses and bites to her neck.
“More.” Sentences weren’t her specialty when pleasure began to consume her. But I granted her wish all the same.
My fingers moved deeper to keep pressure on her swollen clit and I moved my free hand to grasp her breast and play with her nipples.
Wanda was always so sensitive around her chest. Her breath would catch and rise every time she pinched and pulled her nipples. It was one of my favorite things about her. Watching her get turned on just after a few seconds.
The feeling going straight to her clit as she clenched and grinded harder against my hand. She held on tighter and began to tense as the sound of her moans trailed closer together. I had to add fuel to the fire. Both wanting to be here forever and feel her cum around my fingers.
“You’re doing so good for me baby.” Praising Wanda never failed to make her whine. Stimulating her mind and body as I reeled her closer to the edge.
“Please.” She hardly knows what she’s begging for but I’m proud that she can get a word out nonetheless.
“I know baby, I know.” I pinch her nipple a little harder this time. Pain mixing with her pleasure as her moans quiet down.
She always gets a little quieter before she climaxes, focusing on every bit of pleasure she can before shaking in my arms.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” You’d think she didn’t respond, but her heavier breathing tells me everything I need to know.
“Be my good girl and cum for me. I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make.”
It wasn’t on command, but that’s not what my words were for. It was simply an invitation that she accepted just a moment later. Her moans rising in pitch and rhythm. She slipped over the edge with my hands and words guiding her through her orgasm.
“That’s it, just like that pretty girl. So good for me.” Her walls tighten and release as her clit switches against my hand. Her arousal dripped down my fingers while I coaxed every last bit of cum she had to offer. And only when she began to push me away did I slow down before overstimming her too much.
My hand stayed between her legs while the brunette caught her breath. I held the beautiful girl before me, kissing the exposed skin that I could reach and offering praises to fill the silence.
And only when she gained the strength to lift up her head did I remove my hand and show her the mess she had made for me.
Suddenly her shyness returned as she blushed into my neck. And when she peaked from her corner, I licked her cum from my fingers, cleaning my hand with enthusiasm. Her head rose again with curiosity teasing her features after seeing me taste her.
A small smirk formed on my lips before I pulled Wanda in for a slow and passionate kiss. Only to pull away and add, “Lay down and let me clean up the mess I made. I want to taste you from the source.”
She complied with hesitation. Only because of how sensitive she gets, but it wasn't a request. I wasn’t done until she was shaking and crying on my tongue. I finally have her before me and I’ll be damned if I stop before I get a proper taste.
Please make dark romance Natasha into a full on story 🙏🏻
Sorry for the late reply! I started school and it’s eating me alive rn, so my posts slowed down again. I won’t turn dark romance Nat into a full story, but I will gladly create one shots for a dark romance au
A/n: Just a short one shot with slow kissing and grinding, because I was trying to wake up and this is what was happening in my mind. Not so much smutty but rather my sensual thoughts attempting to come to life.
800+ words (3rd POV) with Wanda/Reader
Wanda finally woke from her nap stirring and turning as she stretched her limbs with a soft groan. You knew she needed her sleep with how hard she works, but you also needed her attention. So with the faded sleep she laid in you began to softly kiss her face.
Innocently asking for her to wake up fully. Rounding your kisses from her head to her cheeks, then her lips, and trailing down her jaw and neck. You could hear her soft whines as you reached her neck. You knew she was sensitive there, so you continue your soft attack until she reaches for you. Pulling you in and rolling her back so you were partially on top of her.
Wanda leans her head back to offer more space, welcoming your assault. Her eyes remained closed but her awareness started to rise as she held you against her. She encouraged every little movement. Neither of you knew how long you stayed like that. Just Wanda in bliss while you appreciate her soft skin and lips with your own. It didn’t really matter, because either of you could’ve stayed in that position forever.
Eventually Wanda pulled at the hem of your shirt. It was patient, the tips of her fingers tracing your torso as she pulled higher. Right when she had you topless she reciprocated those same kisses. Wanda pulls you onto her lap. Her eyes finally open as she appreciates every inch of you sitting before her.
Her lips kiss the mole perfectly adorning your chest before acknowledging the rest of your delicate skin. You two typically slept naked but this time you had a shirt and a pair of panties in the way. Which Wanda was all too prepared to remove from the both of you. It was all a part of this moment. The kissing, the touching, the admiring. Something about it was calming even as both of your hearts raced, fighting any anticipation. You didn’t have to think about your next move because you were both absorbed in the present. No rushing as time slowed when you were in each other's arms.
Soon enough Wanda pulled you back onto her lap. This time adjusting one of her things between your legs. And she resumed her favorite act—treasuring your breast. She was groping and pulling your nipples. Teasing and pinching your sensitive buds to make you cry and whine in her lap. She could feel your arousal against her. So with a bruising possession she grips your waist and pushes you to the side till she can feel your pussy against hers and encourages you to grind down.
Wanda can feel the deep moan rumbling from your chest as she litters it with her marks. Your hips grind against each other. The air fills with sounds of your arousal mixing, soft moans, and deep kisses.
You could feel a soft hand guide its way from the bottom to the top of your back until it reaches your roots and tugs aggressively. Forcing your head to tilt back and make your body arch into hers. Wanda licks a long strip from the base of your neck to your jaw. You all but shuttered in her arms.
Wanda took her chance with her lips close to your ear and whispered like it was a secret for you to hold for the rest of the night, “You feel so good against me baby. Keep moving just like that. Such a good girl for me.”
Her grip somehow tightens on your hip as she holds you against her to increase the pressure of you rubbing against her clit. You catch the soft “fuck baby” that falls from her lips just before she pulls you in for a slow and deep kiss.
Once again, you could’ve been in this position for hours and you wouldn’t complain. Wanda’s tongue dragging against yours, your breaths mingling as you pant with your foreheads connected, Wanda biting your plump lips in between possessive kisses.
There was no hurry. You were right where you wanted to be. All consumed by Wanda and having Wanda be completely consumed with you. Bodies in a dilemma of desire and not wanting this moment to end. Just teetering on the edge as your souls dance under the moonlight peaking through the curtains. A silent agreement made to be here and feel each other.
Neither of you are sure you want this to end as you wait to find out who will fall over the edge first. But you’ve been in this position before. Not chasing the high because the journey is better than the destination. You’re never more at home than in each other's arms. Sweat, arousal, and breaths colliding on a physical level. Mind, heart, and souls conversing on a spiritual plane.
It didn’t really matter who fell off the edge first, because it pulled the other right behind them. Falling in sync with a harmony flowing around the room.
I want my legs wrapped around her waist with a strap buried inside of me.
I want to put a vibe against her pussy, that I can control with a remote, while she watches me use her body for my pleasure.
I want to grind in her lap and whine in her ear while I get off to the sound her moans.
I want to tease myself and draw out every last bit of pleasure I possibly can.
If she finishes before me, and she will I want her to just sit and watch with her hands gripping every part of me she can reach.
I want to bounce in her lap and fuck myself on a silicone cock while my hand is around her neck. Squeezing her neck every time my walls clench so she can feel something.
I want to whisper praises to my good girl for letting me draw out my pleasure as long as I want.
I want to praise my good girl for watching Mama fuck herself on her lap.
I want to cum for her, but only if she can beg to see me unravel.
Then I want to sit there full and satisfied until I’m ready to show my baby just how good that cock can stretch her out too.
Dark Romance Natasha who “accidentally” bumps into you at a coffee shop after seeing you for the first time, crossing the street unaware of her staring.
Dark Romance Natasha who is waiting outside your apartment building and looking up at your window in her car while you assuming text back and forth.
Dark Romance Natasha who follows you around and learns yours way too predictable schedule.
Dark Romance Natasha who sneaks and puts hidden cameras in your place while you’re at work. Admiring every little detail of your apartment, from the clean clothes that haven’t been folded to the books littered across your living room. She takes a pair of panties as a memento.
Dark Romance Natasha who “keeps her distance” as she watches you in your natural element. All too familiar with your friends and hobbies once you invite her closer to your space.
Dark Romance Natasha who hunts men like prey. Her favorite kind? Anyone brave enough to talk to you when you go out. Anyone looking a little too long at her darling girl. And her favorite, your ex who still isn’t over you.
Dark Romance Natasha who scares you for the first time when she mentions something you never told her. Purposely letting you connect the dots on your exes “accident”.
Dark Romance Natasha who doesn’t take no for an answer. Even after you avoid her like the plague.
Dark Romance Natasha who traps you between her body and a hard wall. All too excited by the way your breath and pulse quicken. A clear smirk on her face as she leans into your neck.
Dark Romance Natasha who carves her initials into your thigh. Licking away any trailing blood and a proud smile from how you stopped trying to escape.
Dark Romance Natasha who fucks you with the handle on the knife. Licking off your cum before sheathing it back to her thigh.
Dark Romance Natasha who possessively fucks you. Whispering in your ear about how you belong to her and telling tales of all the people she’s hurt just to protect you. Each story bringing you closer to climax.
Dark Romance Natasha who you mistakenly fall in love with, because no one has cared the way she does.
Dark Romance Natasha who you would forgive over and over again. Feeding on the adrenaline that courses through you. Addicted to everything she does and everything she says.
Dark Romance Natasha who you’d do anything for. Taking a deadly turn to follow in her footsteps of passion and crime.
I don’t think Wanda and Natasha would retreat or ignore you if you piss them off. I think your Doms would give you the undeniable attention you’ve been looking for.
I think they’d put you on display, face down ass up, and take turns spanking you. Using different objects ranging from their hands, a belt, a wooden spatula, a flogger, really anything they can find around the house.
Reducing you from a disobedient brat back to their quiet and whining little baby. Begging for forgiveness as you count how many times they’ve spanked you. And when you’re crying and gasping for air with pleas escaping your lips, that’s when they’d fuck you.
Picking out the biggest strap they own. It’s not one you take often as it’s used both for moments of punishment and pleasure depending on whose hips it’s attached to. That’s for you to decide.
The other would watch as you get your pussy stretched perfectly. Your mouth hanging open but nothing coming out as you get pounded into. It’s exactly how they want you. Finally a moment of silence after a day of your continuous attitude.
One of them would grab a marker and start writing words across your skin.
Disobedient Slut
Fuck Toy
Bratty Little Girl
Naughty Baby
Mommy’s Hole —>
Mama’s Crybaby
Needy Whore
And then they’d grab a camera—a Polaroid to be specific. You’d have pictures taken of you. Your tears streaming down your face, your bruised ass, your leaking and fucked out pussy.
Then Natasha and Wanda would take turns. Using the camera to capture this moment of you all fucked out with an attitude left way behind.
Natasha’s favorite photo would be in her point of view. Your pussy stretched out with the strap on half way in, while her fingers probe your puckered little hole. The purple of your ass cheeks prominent with the flash on the camera and your cum coating her silicone cock.
Wanda’s favorite photo from that night would be of you and her sitting in front of the mirror. Her back to it and you facing your reflection on her lap. The photo captures Wanda’s face buried in your neck, her arms tightly wrapped around your waist, and a peak of the dildo that’s making you feel full and overstimulated. It also captured the imprints of her bite mark on your shoulder and arm, hair a complete mess, hickeys littered all over your neck, the words written on your skin, and your scrunched face in the mirror with tear stained cheeks.
Your Doms took their time that night—punishing you, edging you, overstimulating you, and caressing you.
Even after all the frustration, after the spanking, fucking, degrading, they never failed to show up with aftercare. Bathing your exhausted muscles in a hot bath. Making sure to be gentle both for your sensitive skin and because they didn’t want to completely wash the words on your skin away just yet. They offered water and a snack followed by an unlimited amount of cuddles, kisses, and peaceful reassurances before you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Left to dream about your actions and consequences, knowing you had the proof on your body to remember this for at least a week.
But as much as you loved to be their baby, they knew their brat was lurking right behind, ready to be tamed for another night repeated like tonight’s.
Just woke up thinking about Wanda putting the harness on her good girl for a change. Usually she’s the one wearing it, but there’s something about the way she desires you this time. Conducting her own personal experiment.
She’s sitting on the bathroom counter and helping you fasten the straps around your hips. She pulls you closer by the front of the harness until the strap is teasing her entrance. Watching you and that fascinated look as you glance between your bodies. It’s cute, the excitement on your face and shyness tensing your shoulders.
Wanda reaches for your neck and kisses below your ear before directing you, “Go slow baby. I just wanna try something new.” And she pulls you into her by your lower back.
The moment the dildo pushes into her, stretching her perfectly, she takes in a sharp breath and tenses. You can feel it and you stop, so once again, she directs you, “Keep going detka.”
And you do, inching in slowly until your hips meet hers. She’s barely sitting on the edge of the counter while she uses your body for support. This was new to the both of you. But you would do anything Wanda asked if it made her feel good. And secretly Wanda was curious about this particular dildo she would use on you. It had a little more girth with veins running through it for a better sensation.
The both of you seemed to get what neither of you were expecting when you bottomed out and pushed back in. The moan that came from Wanda was the definition of sinful. Deep and long to match the same way you were stroking her.
Your favorite sound in the world and yet it sounded so foreign this time. Wanda typically has control over herself. Sounding breathy and shaky as she climaxes, but this, something about it was even more addicting. So you do it again, dragging out the toy and snapping your hips back into her repeatedly. This time she clings to you along with her moans. It’s desperate and needy as she wraps her legs around you, “Fuck baby. Keep-keep fucking mommy like that.” It’s rare she can’t get out her words. There’s something about the way she sounds and the way her head drops to your shoulder before throwing it back with a long groan. There’s something about the way her tits bounce with each thrust as she leans back. There’s something about the breaths she has to take just so she can finish her sentence. Yet somehow she’s still willing to taunt her precious baby. “Is this how you feel when I fuck you baby? Needy and full, but still wanting more?”
You may be the one fucking into her but she still knows how to slip you into that fuzzy headspace that desires to please her. “Answer me.” She demands when you stay silent with awe. You’d think your brain could muster up a more confident “yes” but it comes out with a pathetic squeak.
“You’re just mamas pretty little cock slut, aren’t you?” You nod your head, it was all you could do as you felt yourself throb and clench around nothing. “I can see why. You feel so fucking good inside me baby. Don’t stop. You’re being such a good girl for mama.”
And that’s how it went until you made Wanda cum. She’d degrade you for how much you liked to be fucked with the same strap inside of her and praise you for being her perfect good girl while doing it.
Garage band Natasha Romanoff who plays the bass, because I don’t care what anyone says the bass is the sexiest instrument. She’s cool and collected on the outside but she’s actually a shy little nerd on the inside. A perfect contrast and you’re the only one who gets to see all of her corners.
She’s just mindlessly playing chords for a new song her band is trying to come up with. You two had your naked cuddle time. She didn’t put her clothes back on, so she’s just mindlessly walking around while she fingers the bass. You’re almost jealous of the instrument even though you were just in its position moments before.
Everything she does is enticing and your fingers begin to travel south on their own accord. Natasha’s focused with her eyes closed as you both feel the loud bass in your chest.
Your fingers easily slide past your entrance and a small moan pulls Natasha’s focus away.
“Ah ah. Keep playing.”
“But-“
“Keep. Playing.”
You immediately demand. Sure you’d rather have her fingers but they’re occupied right now and she just looks so fucking hot just the way she is. Her eyes never pull away from your body. Roaming over your breast, down your curves, and to your bucking hips.
It’s not enough to make you cum, so you reach into the nightstand for a special toy that can do the job. A wand for fun, since it’s basically shaped like a microphone. You can see and feel the need radiating off Natasha. Her fingers slowing down and the bass quieting.
“Keep practicing your bass, my love. While I sing for you.”
This time she listens without a word. Her fingers started up again, her strong legs staying in place, and the shoulder strap finding its place between her breast. It was all perfect.
She’d lean against the wall and watch you front your own little band here in her bedroom. And let’s just say, it inspired a new song for Natasha’s band to play. Your favorite song they’ll ever play, made by Natasha’s best muse.
