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Sweet Talk | Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 2,546

Warnings: Stepsister!Natasha, Step-sibling!Reader, Stepcest, Fingering, Loss of Virginity, Innocence Kink | 18+ Minors DNI

Summary: You find it impossible to resist your stepsister’s involuntary approaches until you eventually snap.

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For three years she had been by your side and yet you couldn’t stop thinking about her. The constant reminder of how wrong it was didn’t dissuade your primal needs. Your desire to be by her side, to hold her hand as she cried, to brush strands of her away from her striking viridescent eyes, and to hold her as though she was your own made it impossible to stand with confidence with her.

If only she wasn’t present at all times then perhaps you’d get over your crush.

“You’re thinking too much.”

At the sound of the silky voice you shook your head. Laying pensively thinking about nothing but her made it difficult to carry on about your days normally. In the time you had spent together since starting college, your father marrying her mother not long after your high school graduation, you had become unequivocally addicted to her.

Standing before the kitchen counter you shrugged. Of course Melina had urged you to finish the last bits of preparation for the barbecue that was already in place. While neighbors and friends hung around the backyard socializing with one another, you were stuck inside the silent house with your stepsister by your side concocting a few dips to place on each table.

“Yeah I’m just out of it today,” you mumbled out. “I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“You weren’t home,” she pointed out. “I know it’s not any of my business, but you’ve been off lately. Just…distant. Is everything alright?” A hand was placed on your shoulder, so sweet and reeking with innocence. “You know you can tell me anything.”

But of course you couldn’t. How could you dare reveal your attraction to her? The everlasting affliction of lusting after your stepsister and when not achieving what you wished, drowning your sorrows with whatever girl you could find that somewhat resembles her. So far Wanda was enough, but you knew it wouldn’t last. With Natasha still by your side, your focus would forever be entirely on her.

Perhaps a white lie would help you, at least that’s what you assumed before unknowingly breaking her heart. “I’ve been seeing Wanda…Wanda Maximoff. You know, from my Philosophy class.”

“Oh.” You were far too enthralled in your own misery that you didn’t see the frown on Natasha’s face, nor the way she looked down with pain strewn over her tender features, moving back so as to give herself space to manage her internal turmoil. “Is she not treating you well?”

“Yeah she’s great,” you lied. “I think we’re going to the movies next weekend. I’ll stay over at her place and everything so you don’t have to wait for me tonight.”

Agony couldn’t even begin to cover Natasha’s hidden emotions. Whether you asked or not, she waited each night for you, ensuring for your safety being her priority. The two of you shared a room while the extra one was given to Yelena, much younger than you and in need of privacy. It didn’t bother either of you that you had a space for two, not one.

Natasha adored the quiet moments she spent sprawled over her bed eyeing you from across the room. She’d been too shy to admit it, but at times she found herself trickling down, her dominant hand moving past the waistline of her underwear and pajamas to cup her wetness in the dark as you slept. There was inexperience in her that led her to sloppily attempt to relieve herself, but never having been touched, maintaining her innocence always, meant she had little to no idea what to do to remove the aching heat that formed between her legs each time she saw you.

“Thanks for telling me,” she moved to her own side, ignoring the confusion you threw her way at the sudden shift in emotions. Want lay on her bottom lip that she nervously gnawed at, words ready to be impulsively thrown into the air. “Do you think we can watch a movie tonight? Just the two of us. I, uh, know it’s silly but we haven’t really had time for just the two of us since the semester started. You can even pick what we see. I miss you, that’s all.”

If it weren’t for her casual sweetness you wouldn’t know what to do. “Yeah, that’s fine. I’ll try to sneak out a bit to get us some snacks. I promise I’ll get you those chocolate almonds you love so much and maybe some chips to keep your sister quiet.”

“Yelena’s far too busy trying to get back at your dad for eating her leftovers.” Natasha laughed – a sound so peaceful you could get drunk in it. “It’s a date then.”

You were sure it was a joke, a playful saying, but the way your hopes got up at that was pathetic. “Yeah, it’s a date.”

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In your mind you knew what to expect. Movie nights with Natasha typically went the same way: each of you laying on your own beds snacking on whatever foods you had brought and amicably enjoying the movie you put on your shared television mounted against the wall. The difference in the sides of your shared room was amusing – Natasha carried bright colors in hers, mostly pink as she secretly adored princesses still, while yours was dark and bleak. You were fine staying in your own safe place while she had her own.

At least that is what you assumed until Natasha absentmindedly made her way into your bed, getting you to frown with confusion but not question it.

“Can I stay here with you?” Natasha asked, leaning against your body as you sat propped upon your pillows and headboard. “You know how I get with scary movies. Please, I don’t think Honey can stop me from crying tonight.”

It was a secret only shared with you. Natasha still slept with her favorite stuffed animal, a unicorn you had gotten her two years prior for her birthday. Her bed was coated with various differently sized plushies, and yet that was her favorite which she used to comfort herself night after night. Although she feared others may find it strange, you couldn’t help but smile at how endearing it was.

“I’ll keep you safe tonight, Nat. Don’t worry.” You protectively wrapped your arms around her body, ignoring the twinge of arousal between your legs as she sat before you, the snacks you had bought already forgotten at the end of the bed. “I promise Ghostface won’t get to you.”

For the most part you were able to control your urges. Staring down at Natasha was out of the question, her body only covered by a loose white camisole that was see-through even in the dimly-lit room with Hello Kitty shorts barely covering half her thighs. It was a trademark outfit of hers to sleep in, always opting to dress for comfort, and yet it brought you great distress to not look down and stare at her cleavage that was in full view for you to enjoy.

With each of the high-stress moments of the film, Natasha shuddered. She jumped slightly in your lap, nuzzling her face against your chest before covering her eyes in fear. You refused to allow her to bask in such fear alone. Each time you squeezed her body tight, whispering ‘you’re safe, Natalia’ hotly against her ear, she visibly relaxed and silently thanked you.

You could safely get through the night while concentrating on the flashing images, the horror toning down your desires. Well, that was at least until Natasha shifted ever so slightly. Nothing was the same after that.

There was a slight moan dumped in the air as her backside rubbed against your front, a hand of yours absentmindedly landing on her thigh that she rubbed with the other one. She buried herself on your chest, her own hand landing atop yours as she looked up with wide, curious eyes.

“Y/N?” She hesitated a bit, but knew you were the only one who could help. “I, uhm…”

“What’s wrong, Nat?” Her sudden discomfort brought you worry. “Do you wan me to pause the movie? We can watch something else. Maybe one of those Disney films you like. Really, I don’t mind.”

“That’s really sweet, but I promise the movie is okay. Thank you.” Sheepishly smiling at the mention of her favorite genre of movies, you made Natasha’s heart leap. “What does it mean when it feels uncomfortable down there?”

“Down where?”

Your eyes followed Natasha’s hand as she pointed towards an area you avoided like the plague, knowing that your attraction would only intensify.

“I don’t know if it’s normal. Sometimes it’s really sticky and wet,” Natasha shuddered, scared that her own health might be on the line. “I tried looking it up, but I found some really weird videos. People touching each other and stuff. Having sex, I mean.”

Poor thing could barely muster out a word between her flushed cheeks. You found yourself sympathizing with her, at one point being similarly sinless. Her clear discomfort made you feel sorry for your stepsister. She wasn’t a social creature like you, never having many friends or even experiences in the romantic scheme of things. Perhaps she wouldn’t mind if you taught her a thing or two.

“I can help, Nat, but you have to promise that you’ll trust me.”

“But I do trust you,” she was quick to cry. “I trust you more than anyone else. Y-you protect me.”

The hand covered by Natasha’s made its way down, drifting to her silky shorts. You had longed to so much as touch her even in the slightest manners. The first cup at her cunt, even through her pants and underwear, inebriated you with her presence.

Goosebumps rose over the redhead’s arms, her head thrown back as she experienced a newfound undiscovered pleasure. “What are you doing?” She strangled out. “I don’t know what-”

“I can stop if you want me to,” you’d always remind her of the same even if she shook her head at your words. “Can I keep going? I promise I’ll take such good care of you, Nat.”

“Don’t stop, please. I’ll do anything if you keep going,” she lazily grinded against your hand, not knowing what to do but still managing to find some sort of relief. Her curiosity had gotten the best of her upon watching such lewd videos. While she never had any firsthand experience, looking at them she imagined herself as the victim of your delicious attacks upon her body. Nothing could prepare Natasha for how much better the real thing was. “I’ll be your good girl. Please, baby. It feels so icky, make it better.”

Slipping your hand through her pants and underwear alike, you sighed with relief. You touched her warmth, her slick juices that lay sprinkled across her puffy pussy that was awfully ready for you. To know you were the first to ever tarnish Natasha’s innocence filled you with pride.

Your face easily found Natasha’s, lips dragging themselves down her flushed features that heated up against your gentle grazes. The first kiss you gave her didn’t hold even a smidge of hesitation. It was sweet enough to mark your ownership over her, to garner all of your stepsister’s wants and needs before making them your own. She didn’t tear herself away as your lips danced and guided hers, ensuring that she’d forever be addicted to your being.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me?” Curious fingers explored her slit, moving up and down as a means to spread apart deliciously wet folds. Easily finding her clit prompted you to swirl over it, to lovingly tease the bulbous bundle of nerves before pinching it between your fingers. “Such a pretty girl. You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this – how may times I’ve fucked Wanda imagining it’s you.”

Although jealousy made its way within her, Natasha couldn't help but moan at the revelation. She kissed you again, but instead held more confidence than ever before. “I’m yours.” she breathed against you. “I’ve always been.”

After enough foreplay you simply couldn’t take it anymore. A pair of fingers softly eased themselves inside the gaping untouched hole which cried out for you. You grunted against Natasha’s lips upon the feeling of such warmth wrapped around you, her velvety walls clinging to your hand for dear life.

Being inside your stepsister was all you wished to do in life. She held you tight, whimpering when your free hand moved beneath her shirt and cupped one of her full breasts. Each second she grew even wetter, her cunt hungrily swallowing your fingers.

“You’re a pretty puppy just for me.” You coated her face with kisses. While fingering her with extreme tenderness, your other hand pinched her erect nipple, making sure to alternate between her tits to give them both well-deserved attention. “Do you like it when I fuck you, Natalia? Hmm when I make you mine. Just look at how cute your pussy looks taking me. It’s meant to be.”

“It feels really good. ‘M all full,” Natasha giddily pointed out. With a hazy mind she stared down at the area between her legs, giggling when seeing your digits disappear in her cunt. “Look! They went all in.”

“Yeah they did, baby. All the way inside,” you chuckled with amusement at her innocence, kissing Natasha’s cheek as the two of you watched in awe. “You can cum for me whenever you want. You’ve been such a good girl for me, Nat. Oh you deserve all the yummy cummies, little pup.”

Having Natasha squirm while babbling out incoherent bouts of colorful words from her lips was glorious. She danced with your own body, her frame overstimulated as you fucked her cunt for the first time, her breasts being squeezed harshly until she let out a shaky breath. Although she didn’t know what the knot formed deep in her lower belly was, she knew it was time to let go.

As a means to prevent your father and her mother from catching you in such a compromising position, you kissed Natasha when she came. Surely she’d be loud for her first time, but her adorable moans were stifled by your mouth against her own. Her cunt clenched around your fingers, legs quivering as her entire body shook with want.

“Shh there you go, baby. You’re okay,” you muttered, nuzzling your face against Natasha’s. Her cunt pulsated adorably upon your hand that remained in her, refusing to go until she relaxed enough. “You did such a good job for me, Nat. You’re really the best girl ever, huh? All mine?”

“Yours,” she shakily mumbled. “Your good girl.”

That night you taught Natasha how to touch not just you, but herself. The movie was long forgotten, only used as a means to drown out your shared sounds of arousal as you pleasured the other. She was there by your side when you called Wanda the next morning asking to meet up to break things off. Although in secret, you and Natasha would forever cherish the deliciously taboo love you shared for the other while sprawled in bed naked with your limbs intertwined.

#help me #I will pass away

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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I just watched that one endgame scene and I’m crying send help

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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This is a vent with eating disorder mentions. Don’t read this if that triggers or bothers you

🦇🦇🦇🦇🦇

I never knew id be crying to smells like teen spirit while laying down beside the toilet after throwing the fuck up everything I ate. I’ve lost around 20 pounds just this week and I’m starting to see my ribs again. I thought I was getting better. I genuinely thought I was gonna be able to just.. stop doing this. I’m really fucking scared.

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“Uh… Behave and I will step on you?”

(Villain!Y/N)

Y/N: *Being a maniacal little fuck who is trying to succeed in word destruction*

Natasha: Stop misbehaving or I’ll step on you.

Y/N: *Gets worse and bombs another building*

Natasha: Uh… Behave and I will step on you?

Y/N: *Stands up straight and salutes* MA’AM YES MA’AM!

#marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #marvel #black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x female reader #natasha x female reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha x fem!reader

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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I’m going to fucking die omg

I'd like to request subby Nat x reader smut please ☺

Done For

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 1453

Warnings: smut, bondage, daddy kink, bottom!Nat, vibrators, fingering, mentions of face-riding, punishments, pet names, small pet play, edging, mentions of overstimulation, breast play, think that’s it!

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

“C’mon, doll, you can do it.” You said, watching as the redhead withered and shook beneath you. Her arms were tied to the headboard and her legs were kept spread out on your shoulders. She was nearly squeezing your head with her strong yet chubby thighs.

“No, I- ah! Daddy, I can’t anymore!” She whined out, her stomach hurting with how badly she needed to cum.

“You should’ve thought of that before you decided to act out in front of everyone.” You said, continuing to tease the vibrator up and down her folds before pressing it down on her pulsing clit.

You two had gone to the store earlier in hopes of finding a few quick groceries for the dinner you had planned, but Nat wasn’t listening. At first, she was compliant, begging to go to the store with you and prancing around while holding onto your hand. That was until she saw it, her favorite aisle, the teddy bear aisle. She went off, releasing her hand from your hold and running over to the large pen of stuffies in the middle of the lane. She grabbed them all, not seeming to recognize your annoyed face from when she latched off of you.

“Please?! Look at how cute he is!” She showed the polar bear teddy in your face before placing it gently in the cart, not wanting to hurt the object. You tried calming yourself before answering her by taking a deep breath and grabbing the plush, placing it back in the bin, and watching as her face fell.

“Don’t you think you have enough, sweetheart?” You ran your hands over her cheek, smiling at her adorable pout. That was until she snatched your hand and threw it off of her face.

“But I want this one!” She was starting to draw a few wandering eyes and you smiled apologetically to them before they returned their attention to whatever was at their hands.

“Nat, you better lower your voice and lose that attitude.” She grabbed the teddy once more and placed it in the cart with a scowl your way. You widened your eyes at her newfound behavior, she was never one to act out, usually being considered an angel by many including you.

“If you put this back and get rid of that face, I won’t be so mean when we get home, got it?” She didn’t listen, only crossing her arms over her chest and sending you glares.

“Don’t make me count to three, Natasha.” That made her stance loosen up a bit. You never called her by her full name, not even when she was being punished. She knew she fucked up, but now it was too late to redeem herself.

“1.” She didn’t move.

“2.” Only a small flinch came out of her face when your sharp voice hit her eardrums.

“3.” Fuck. That was it. No more chances, no more playing nice, she was done for.

“Such a stupid little girl. Here I was planning to reward you for being such a good pet, I was even considering getting you that stuffed animal. That was until you ruined it.” Moans were pouring out of her at lightning speed. Anytime she tried to muster something out it was to be interrupted by her alluring voice.

“Pl- ugh! Please, Daddy. I won’t do it again, I swear!” The vibrator was at the highest setting at this point. It was like you knew her body better than she did. You knew exactly when to lower it and exactly when to increase the buzzing speed.

“And how can I believe you, Natty? You told me that if I let you go to the store with me that you’d be good, and you broke that promise as well. You think I can trust you now, hm?” She shook her head, trying to force herself away from the toy but wanting nothing more than to chase after it. Her arms were aching with how long she had been stuck in this position, forced not to cum all because you had said so. She’d do anything you asked, but she was near breaking point.

“I’m sorry, Daddy, I really am!”

“That’s it? Where’d my tough little girl back at the store go?” She winced at your words, the wetness only growing from the harsh and degrading words you let out.

“Aww, does that make you all wet and sticky, honey? It’s alright, Daddy’s almost done.” The only thing on her mind was you and it was not helping her with holding back. She wanted to release right then and there, but she knew it would only pull her into a deeper hole that she already dug for herself. Maybe you’d bend her over your lap, make her count as you spanked her until her ass was red. Maybe you’d blindfold her and use her over and over, successfully overstimulating her on end. Or maybe you’d sit at the end of the bed, keeping her tied up as you played with yourself. The vibrator currently being used on her would be replaced by your cunt. Watching as you finish without her, showing she has no use to you.

“Tell me what’s on your mind, love.” You noticed her distracted state and couldn’t help but be curious. There was a small sense of worry in your tone, but you played it off well.

“You..” She whispered, her voice ending up being too high-pitched due to the moan her mouth let out, which led you to hear her oh so well.

“Oh, you’re so sweet, doll. Tell me what it is about me that has you so distracted, Nat.” Your fingers found place on her breasts, pinching and tweaking the hardened buds as she twitched.

“Daddy, it hurts.” You only chuckled dryly, enjoying the way her cheeks were red with tears.

“But you’re just so, so pretty when you cry, pretty girl.” You asked her once more to tell you what she was thinking and she knew she had to listen if she wanted to ever get to cum.

“I-I was thinking about you and how you’d handle me.” Her voice wavered the more she spoke.

“Oh? And how exactly would I handle you?” You noticed how close she was getting, turning down the setting of the toy and watching as she cried out even more. You took your thumb and wiped her tears before returning it to her nipples and smearing the wetness over them both, a small glow illuminating from the watery substance.

“The longer you take to answer me, the longer I make you wait to cum.”

“I’m sorry! I was thinking about you punishing me, and how rough you’d- ah! How rough you’d be with your little girl.” She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood.

“Yeah? You like when Daddy’s rough? You like being my little whore, just desperate for anything I could give you?” She nodded quickly, feeling the toy's speed increase as you continued your teasing to her breasts. You lowered your head to her chest and took one nipple in your mouth, keeping eye contact with her while she panted heavily.

“Maybe I should just,” You spoke, pecking her bud once again before finishing your statement. “Ride this beautiful face of yours. Not let you cum until I do. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” You reached out to stroke her cheek, speaking in a low and seductive voice. You moved your mouth to her neglected breast and repeated your actions.

“Yes! I’d love it so much, Daddy!” Your free hand went to tease her hole, the other still pressing the vibrator against her clit. You slid into her with ease, she was so wet.

“Fuck, baby, ‘could stick my whole hand in here and you’d still make it fit.” Your second finger soon joined, the two pumping in and out of her relentlessly.

“You wanna cum that badly, baby girl?”

“Y-yes! Please, I promise I’ll be good.” You couldn’t resist that adorable face of hers and gave in.

“Cum for me.” Her juices spilled onto you, coating your fingers and the toy with her release. Her head was thrown back in pleasure, her eyes closed as she was practically seeing stars. You wished your eyes could take pictures so you could capture this very moment and play it back on repeat.

“That’s it, just ride it out.” When she had finally come back to her senses, your fingers were still pumping inside of her rapidly.

“Mm, Daddy, ‘m too sore.” She wasn’t able to escape your grasp and you wouldn’t let her either.

“Oh, my dumb little pup, did you really think I’d let you off that easily?”

#I will die #natasha romanoff #natasha x fem!reader

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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The Final Girl

I research morbid topics and beat people with baseball bats, that’s all anyone has to know🦇

thank you for tagging me <222 @moony-t0ast

pov: you’re in a horror film

1. Create your own look here

2. Find out what role you are here

the killer

oh, you're the one doing all the killing. you're the violent little guy with a chip on your shoulder, the undead nightmare with a mind only for revenge, the unhinged psycho who just likes to inflict pain for fun. either way, you're the catalyst of this whole narrative, the lynchpin on which the entire plot rests. you either die in the end or live on through numerous sequels, prequels, reboots, and spinoffs.

/nf tag: @aro-manita-muscaria @fluffyyymocha @cihpr0 + open tags for others

#I wasn’t tagged so please forgive me

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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When I was 14 I had a tumblr account where I wrote really messed up(Hajime slitting Nagitos throat then fucking the wound) stuff for Danganronpa and it only got worse. I wrote this one where Mukuro fucking murdered everyone but Kyoko, and it was really detailed. By then my mom noticed I was low key looking like a maniac when I emerged from my room.

Eventually I wrote this one story where Nagito killed someone, and I literally described how to hide a murder and it was VERY spot on!

My mom looked through my phone soon after and found that one fic, and she was fucking scared so she put me in a mental hospital and I was there for like two months

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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Me rn Fr

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crystalwrizz · 10 months

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I asked the main five vampires in the lost boys if they support the lgbtqia+.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb #David tlb #Dwayne tlb #marko tlb #star tlb #paul tlb #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #marko the lost boys #star the lost boys #paul the lost boys #chai ai #chai app #just for shits and giggles

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Omg can you write like bottom!Lizzie x top! G!p reader x top! G!p Scarlett. And both of them overstimulating her by double penetration. With fluff in the end please please PLEASE 🥺

We're Gonna Make You Feel Good | Elizabeth Olsen

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Scarlett Johansson x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1200+ Genre: Smut AN: I changed it to straps I hope you don't mind! Thank you for the request!

“Open that pretty mouth, Lizzie. You need to get this nice and wet.”

She opened her mouth obediently, taking Scarlett’s strap to the hilt. I watched eagerly, stroking my own silicon dick, waiting for my turn with the beautiful blonde.

“Yeah, just like that.” She cooed softly, running her fingers through the younger girl’s hair.

“You’re so good at that, Lizzie.” I said, admiring how she took the length of it without gagging.

“That’s because she’s a good slut, aren’t you, Lizzie?”

She made a sound of confirmation as her head bobbed up and down on Scarlett’s cock. I couldn’t contain my excitement as I continued to watch, scooting up behind Lizzie and grabbing at her hips, positioning myself behind her.

She tried to pull off of Scarlett and look back at me, but she kept a grip on her hair, keeping her on her cock.

“Don’t worry about her,” Scarlett said softly, smirking at me as I stroked my cock, bringing it to Lizzie’s cunt. “We’re gonna make you feel good.”

She let out a low moan as I let the dick slide between her folds, getting it slick with her wetness. She pressed her ass back against me and I chuckled at her eagerness, letting my cock brush against her throbbing clit.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” She taunted her, forcing her head down on the dick. “You like us using you like our little cumslut, huh?”

Lizzie’s reply was muffled by the cock down her throat, and I was distracted by the look of the veiny, purple cock slipping in and out between her legs. She moaned, letting out a low groan as I finally stopped teasing her and let the dildo slip inside her heat.

I grabbed her by the hips and thrust into her, holding her against me as she got used to the feel of me inside her. She pressed up against me again, signaling to me that she was ready for me to pound into her.

My nails dug into her skin as I fucked her, the sounds of her lewd, muffled moans fueling my inner fire that was burning just for her. I thrust myself into her, grunting like some kind of animal as I took her from behind.

Scarlett let go of Lizzie’s hair, finally allowing her to bring herself off of Scarlett’s cock and catch her breath.

“Oh, god, Y/N.” She cried out, drool dripping from her lips and down her chin.

“Y/N, get under her.” Scarlett demanded and I looked at her, the question dying on my tongue as she stared back at me.

I begrudgingly pulled out of Lizzie, her slick dripping onto the bed, and wriggled myself underneath her. She looked down at me, dazed, and I raised myself up to kiss her full, wet lips.

I grunted as Scarlett grabbed at the cock between my legs, the other half of it shifting inside me as she positioned me back at Lizzie’s entrance. Lizzie moaned into my mouth, a sweet sound as she slid down onto my cock.

I reached down to grab her ass, pulling her down onto me. Scarlett got off of the bed and went over to the closet as Lizzie lazily fucked herself on me. I was so busy with Elizabeth that I didn’t even realize Scarlett was getting ropes - to tie me up with.

She came over to the head of the bed, making intricate knots before taking my hands from Lizzie’s perfect ass and tying them to the headboard.

“H-hey!” I cried, parting from Lizzie to look up at our other lover.

“I don’t want you moving.” She said coolly, giving me a smile as she moved back behind Lizzie.

I couldn’t see Scarlett anymore, but I could hear her shuffling around. I returned my attention to Lizzie, giving her the kisses she deserved as she got fucked.

I struggled slightly against the ropes, wanting so badly to touch her as she lowered herself down onto my cock, her gasping breaths against my lips making me thrust my hips upward toward her harder.

“Calm down, Y/N.” Scarlett said, grabbing Lizzie by the hips and pressing herself up against her.

“What are you doing?” I questioned breathlessly as Lizzie continued to kiss and lick at my lips.

“I’m gonna fuck her too.” She let out a soft grunt and I watched as Lizzie’s eyes went wide.

She let out a moaning whimper, leaning her forehead against mine as Scarlett worked her cock into her ass.

“Relax,” she said softly, forcing Lizzie down onto my strap as she pushed herself inside of her. “I told you we’re gonna make you feel good.”

“Y/N,” Lizzie whimpered softly, her eyes staring deeply into my own as Scarlett slowly slid into her. “Kiss me.”

I pressed my lips to hers, muffling any further sounds she made as Scarlett began fucking her.

Lizzie stopped responding to my kisses, her mouth falling open and her brow furrowing as she got fucked in both of her holes. I continued to kiss her as my hips moved up against her.

Her arms finally gave out and she laid flat on top of me, her head resting just underneath my chin as we both pounded into her. All I wanted was to touch her, but my hands were bound and I was helpless - being forced to just watch as her cute little ass got pounded into.

She grabbed onto my arms, holding on as Scarlett and I fucked her. She made pathetic, whimpering sounds, and I had to bite my lip to keep myself from cumming just from that alone.

“Oh, fuck, I’m close.” Scarlett grunted, her nails digging deeply into the soft skin of Lizzie’s hips.

Lizzie let out a gasping cry and I realized that Scarlett had cum inside her, the sticky sweet liquid dripping down from her ass onto my legs.

“Yeah,” she said as she rode out her high, squeezing the balls of the cock for all that they were worth so that every drop of cum went into Lizzie’s ass. “Fuck yeah.”

“Untie me.” I practically begged, tugging on the ropes that held me down.

Scarlett sighed, pulling herself out from Lizzie’s abused ass, and lazily walking over to the head of the bed to release me. Once my hands were free, I flipped us over, noting that Scarlett now stood nearby and was watching as I hooked my arms under Lizzie’s knees as pressed them against her chest, fucking her deep and hard as my own orgasm approached.

Her eyes rolled in the back of her head as I hit the deepest part of her. I released one of her legs and brought my hand down between our bodies, rubbing tight circles on her clit. She babbled my name mindlessly, her hair messy, drool dripping down her chin, as I fucked her.

She let out a high pitched whine as she came and I couldn’t hold my own orgasm back any longer, pressing myself against her so I was deep inside her, I squeezed the base of my own cock, coating her insides with cum.

“Oh, god, Y/N!” She cried, completely blissed out.

I leaned my head down and captured her lips with my own, pressing myself against her so I could be as close to her as possible.

“Now, that was a show.” Scarlett said, smirking at us as we both began to relax. “How ya feeling, Lizzie?”

“Great.” She mumbled softly, her voice sounding dazed as I continued to kiss her neck and throat.

“Just like I promised.”

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Please me, Squeeze me, Tease me

Summary: Wanda really likes playing with her toys. Even when you've reached your limit, she has more for you.

Warnings: Vaginal fingering (r receiving), Strap-on usage (r receiving), squirting, overstimulation, praise kink, dirty talk, Wanda being an absolute pleasure dom because I am a slut!! The reader is afab but no gendered terms!

A/N: The impulsive thoughts won, but it's a sweet victory. Please someone ask me about my pleasure dom Wanda, it's becoming an illness at this point.

"Don't be shy, baby, I want them to know who you belong to."

The hushed whisper only pushed you further into the depths of lust. Every thrust of Wanda's fingers sent you closer to an edge you'd never return from. Wetness leaked from your core down Wanda's arm and onto the bedsheets. Despite Wanda's encouragement, you were much too shy to let out anything more than a whimper or a small plea.

"Wanda, please, I can't— I really can't," You squeaked out. You were sure the sheets were torn and permanently stained by now. Just when you thought you were at the end of your rope and about to tap out, Wanda managed to squeeze out another orgasm. There was no stopping her now that she had a goal set for herself. Wanda wanted to claim you and you were all for it. The way she held you close and whispered the sweetest things in your ears as she brought you into a never-ending sea of pure bliss. Now you were drowning in it and there was no way to come back up. "Fuck, god, I'm so close!"

Wanda smirked as she peppered soft kisses against the inside of your thigh. "That's what I like to hear. Never tell me you can't." Her long fingers had long since stretched you out, but she couldn't get enough of how good you felt wrapped around her fingers. "I promise this will be the last one with my fingers before we get to the real fun," She purred, curling her fingers at just the right angle to send you flying into another orgasm. The two of you had long since lost count of your orgasm, but that hadn't stopped Wanda. "You're gonna look so cute with my dick inside you."

Despite the torture your cunt had suffered through, it throbbed at the mere thought of being filled up again. You could only nod along as Wanda got off the bed to prepare for another round of having her way with you. Your legs immediately shut when you saw the size of the strap she'd chosen. "That's a new one…" Despite your hesitation, you couldn't deny how aroused the size made you.

"And you're more than wet enough to take it." Wanda's hands gently guided your legs apart and wrapped them around her waist. "Just breathe for me." She swirled the tip around your clit a few times before easing inside of you. The sound of squelching sent a shiver up her spine. You were hopelessly hers. No one would ever get you that wet. "I own this messy little pussy, don't I," She asked with a confident smirk. "Say it, tell me I own it." She filled you to the brim in mere seconds.

Your back arched off the bed and your feet kicked frantically. You were much too sensitive for an actual toy, but the two of you would continue anyways. "Fuck," You whispered as Wanda began thrusting into you. "You own my messy little pussy." Any thoughts going through your head were quickly being flushed out. That's how Wanda wanted you. Thoughtless and ruined. Another orgasm was already working its way through your body and more would keep coming. "That feels so good," You rasped out.

"I know, baby, I know," She cooed. Her free hand cupped your face gently. Her thumb ran over your bottom lip lovingly. Then it slipped between your lips quickly. "You look so good. Do you like it when I fuck you up?" Wanda slowed her thrusts just to exaggerate the wet, sloppy sounds coming from your pussy. "Does my sweet baby like being messy and sticky?" The smile that overtook her face was deceptively sweet. Her eyes sparkled with admiration. So much so that it almost hid the burning lust within them. Almost.

Your breathing stuttered when Wanda's thumbs slid down the column of your throat. Her other thumb went down to your clit. Her hands worked in synchronized movements with her hips. "No…wait, I can't!" Your body twitched and shuddered underneath Wanda's touch. It was an out-of-body experience. Not a single part of your body was under your control and you'd lost yourself to the blinding white light of pleasure. The sticky liquid bursting out of you was against your own will. No matter how much you wanted it to stop, it just kept coming. "Wanda, I really need a break, please."

Wanda watched you fall apart in amazement. The mess of the sheets was wholly irrelevant. You two had been together for quite some time, but Wanda had never been able to make you squirt. One small action had entirely reignited her passion for pleasing you. Her hips drew back and she pulled out slowly. "What's your color, baby?" Her teeth dug into the gentle flesh of her lip. A million thoughts ran through her head on ways to make you squirt again. "I promise it'll be the last one…for real this time."

You weighed your options. To say you were drained was an understatement. The mere thought of moving your legs and doing anything besides sleeping pained you. Yet, the way Wanda looked at you was so delicious. She always looked at you a certain way. Her bright green eyes would darken and watch your every move like you were nothing but prey to be feasted upon.

"Green."

Wanda's lips were back on yours in seconds. Teeth against teeth and tongue against tongue. Her passion would never die. She leaned back, moving to lie down beside you before slipping her faux dick back inside you. "God, I'd kill to feel this messy little thing wrapped around my dick," She whispered in your ear. Her hips began a slow, purposeful rhythm. This would be your last, and it had to outdo all the others that came before it. "Do you wanna cum? Tell me how bad you wanna cum for me," She said in a sickeningly sweet voice.

Your hips twitched and bucked, unsure of if they wanted more or needed a break. The undeniable pleasure of being stretched out with the venomous pain of overstimulation lying just underneath. It wasn't fair. Words would tumble to the tip of your tongue only to fall into nothingness when they passed your lips. "I- can't!" Was the only thing you were able to say before you were plunged back into the thoughtless headspace.

Wanda plunged her strap impossibly deeper inside of you. "Oh, so you can boss me around but can't tell me I'm doing a good job?" Her hips snapped forward, rubbing the tip flush against that spongy patch of nerves deep inside of you. "I don't think that's quite fair, sweetheart." Her free hand pressed firmly against your pelvis. "You better look extra cute when you cum for me if you wanna make up for being mean to me." You would look amazing when you came. Wanda knew that. It was just fun to see you desperate to please her.

You nodded along frantically, unable to communicate any other way. Another tight knot formed in the pit of your stomach. Somehow it was bigger than the last. This was going to become an addiction for both of you. "'m so close," You whined. You harshly tugged on Wanda's t-shirt in an attempt to pull her closer. You were drowning. Forever smothered by a wave of pure bliss. Everything felt too good to be ashamed by the liquid spilling out of and onto your partner's lower half. Wanda's praise had fallen on deaf ears, but you appreciated her attempts to keep you grounded.

Wanda gives you a second to relax before pulling out. Both her hands move up to cup your face and her thumb runs over your lip. "How's my baby feeling?" She didn't expect an answer, not with how fizzled out your brain was. All she received in response was a string of light, airy giggles and a crooked smile from you. It makes her smile. "Well, that's good to hear, but it's time to get my precious thing washed up."

You mindlessly nod along with her commands. Too weak to fight back and not keen on the idea of sleeping in a pool of your cum, you followed her every move. To the bathtub, to the dinner table, and back to the bed once the sheets had been replaced. "Thank you," You whispered into Wanda's chest. No matter how long you two had been together, you never knew what to say after sex.

"You're very welcome. I'll give you whatever you want, all you have to do is ask." But, Wanda always reassured you it was okay to not know. That was her job. You were hers to take care of.

No one else's.

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