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sapphosclosefriend · 2 years

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- Love tonight -

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem! Reader

Genre: smut

Summary: the night before going back home after a mission, Nat goes to the club to find someone to have some fun with.

Word count: 2374

Warnings: bottom! Reader, top! Natasha Romanoff, Nat being tall and handsome uh, making out, SMUT, fingering (r receiving), public (kinda), strapon (r receiving), squirting (from r), rough-ish sex

A/N: this story contains smut, so anyone who isn’t 18+ DNI. Ok, maybe I just headcanon Nat as tall Idk. Also, I still remember the first time I’ve been to a small club in my area when I was 15 and the boys my age were just shoving their pps against me and my friends’ asses (and every other girl tbh), like sir please keep it to yourself wtf?? Anyways, ngl this is kinda rushed but I wanted to post it, maybe I'll edit it in the future. As always, likes, reblogs and comments are very appreciated! Enjoy <3

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The soreness Nat feels in her left side is easily bearable as she looks at herself in the mirror to fix her hair a bit. She’s just successfully completed a simple mission, leaving her free to spend the remaining time in the familiar European city doing whatever she wants. Staying in the miserable apartment the agency has provided her with isn’t that appealing, so she decides to just unwind a bit in a place where she can be easily overlooked: going for a drink at a bar is out of the question, so she finally settles for the much more crowded club down the street where she may even find a companion to have some fun with.

She’s able to get in fairly easily, before securing herself a spot at the drinks’ counter. After a good couple of minutes, the few overly expensive shots she’s had do nothing but make her realise just how much tension she’s currently carrying, so she soon makes her way to the dance floor to loosen up a bit and maybe spot someone who could catch her eye, successfully doing so in no time.

In the meantime, you are currently dancing alone, your friends having left with someone one by one. The dim colours surrounding you, the intense basses and the two or three drinks you’ve had make you feel as if the blasting music is vibrating straight through your chest, relaxing you all the more as you dance by yourself. When you suddenly feel a hand delicately placed on your hip, you turn your head and find yourself taken back by the beautiful redhead dancing behind you and now smirking down at you. You are used to people doing stuff like this but, despite usually turning most of them down, you find yourself quite interested in the woman behind you, also thanks to her decency when making a move.

You go for it and dance with her for a bit, feeling a stronger pull towards her as her hands are now both on your waist, moving up and down while you lean more and more back against her, finally laying your head on her shoulder before turning it to look at her. When she catches you staring you lean in her ear to introduce yourself and ask for her name, which she tells you to be Natalia. As you spend some time dancing, you get more accustomed to each other, with her hands wandering a bit more over your body and you grinding harder against her front. Feeling the need to fully see her, you turn around to face her and shiver a bit at the beauty in front of you, even more so when she gently grabs your chin to look at you through hooded eyes before slowly leaning in to test the waters. Soon after your lips touch for the first time the kiss deepens and you place one hand behind her neck to keep her close, whilst hers run down your back, giving a quick squeeze to your ass and settling on the small of your back to pull you flush against her front. You soon feel her moving her leg, inching it closer to your centre, making you let out a breathy moan in her ear when she reaches her destination. Despite being in the middle of the dance floor, everyone seems to be deep in their own universes, getting you to relax against the redhead’s body and letting her repeatedly pull your waist towards her front to move you over her leg, heightening your pleasure even more when she starts littering kisses in the crook of your neck. The vibrations of her voice against your skin when she groans after you pull the hair at the nape of her neck, only make you more in need to feel her entire body against yours and she apparently feels the same want, as, when you gently start kneading her boob, she pulls away to kiss you deeply before speaking against your ear

“I’m going to the restroom”

You barely let her finish before you are taking her hand and pulling her through the dance floor and the rest of the club, reaching a secluded bathroom you know is usually empty. It all happens very quickly, you open the door, she turns you around to kiss you once again while kicking the door closed with her foot and pushes you against the long row of sinks, pushing her entire body against your front. You notice her impatience when she unconsciously holds your waist a bit tighter than before, so you try your best to once again move your hips against her while locked between her and the counter, successfully getting a reaction out of her. She runs her fingers over the hem of your skirt tight against your thighs and, feeling her grabbing it but never going further, you take her hands and gently push them up

“Can I touch you?”

The raspy words she lets out in between the more and more hurried kisses make you let out a shaky breath and kiss her with much more might, whispering a pretty desperate “yes” against her lips. You’ve only met this woman tonight but already feel like you’d let her do anything to you and the way she seems to be quite into it as well only heightens your desire for her even more. As soon as she hears your answer she kisses you even more hungrily than before, while her hands freely wander over your thighs under your skirt, hitching it up to have better access to your centre, reaching it in no time. She doesn’t waste any time, immediately pushing your underwear aside and rubbing your clit for a bit before pushing two fingers inside, letting out a low moan at the feeling of your walls stretching around her digits. She’s quickly able to find your sweet spot and gradually moves her digits faster and harder, while you can only hold onto her arms, feeling them flex under your palms. You both feel high on each other, with the loud but muffled music bouncing around the room, the slightly glitching neon lights above the mirrors behind you and the smell and taste of each other making you feel like you're levitating, existing only in this small universe that you’ve just created, made of kisses, bites and touches. Every single sensation you’re feeling overwhelms you more and more, quickly becoming unbearable as you get closer to your climax. You don’t know whether to be thankful or not when she breaks your hungry kisses and stops her hand to turn you around and press you against the sinks with her own waist. Her hand, still between your legs, goes back to its original task, while the other moves to your hair to lightly pull it back and let you see her fingering you and leaving a couple of small kisses on your neck

“I know you’re close, I want you to look at me when you cum”

The pants she lets out between her words and her deep green eyes intently looking at you through the mirror make you throb even more, making her chuckle at how hard you’re squeezing her fingers. You’re way too close and she knows it, spurring her on with your moans and the desperation she clearly sees in your eyes as you silently beg her to get you to your peak, so she moves her fingers with even more force.

You unconsciously close your eyes as you feel it approaching almost in slow motion but soon growing very quickly, going from zero to a hundred in a second and giving you almost no time to open them and look at her hooded gaze while it hits you. You can only see her slightly open mouth as she looks at your face while you cum, and hear her let out a strangled groan at the wetness that starts running down her fingers.

After you’ve recovered a bit, she takes out her fingers, making you shiver and whimper when she brushes over your overly sensitive clit, before using her other hand to gently move your head around and sloppily kiss you. You feel like you could spend the entire night just kissing her soft, plum lips, but you still break the kiss to ask her

“Do you want to see my flat?”

The slight hesitation mixed with the lust in your voice makes her smile and swipe a thumb over you bottom lip while she looks at it and then your eyes, before leaning in to kiss you once more and pull back just the tiniest bit

“Lead the way”

You don’t even care about your neighbours potentially leaving a noise complaint, because, as soon as she starts taking off your clothes, you know that you’ll be more than happy to let her do whatever she wants to you and enjoy every second of it. She’s even more beautiful than you thought and, seeing her naked body on top of you as she kisses every snippet of skin she can get her hands on, only gets your heartbeat higher and higher, leaving you a complete mess when she asks you if you have a strapon and leaves the bed to get it. She’s swift in putting it on and looks very comfortable in it, oozing off confidence as she walks back to the bed, where you ogle at her beautiful figure. As soon as she reaches you, you immediately pull her towards you to kiss her with fervour, moaning against her lips when she spreads your legs and moves her hips back and forth, sliding the faux cock against your folds and getting it wet. You whine a bit when she pulls away and sits on her calves, even more so when she lightly runs her fingers over your centre before moving them up to your mouth. You gladly accept them and sloppily suck them while looking up at her, making her let out a small moan at your desire. Satisfied with your work, she takes her now wet fingers and runs them over her cock, coating it with your spit as well, before guiding it to your entrance.

She’s very slow at first, only getting the very tip inside, but gradually slides her entire length inside of you, relishing in the way your mouth parts and you reach for her thigh, lightly squeezing it with your hand. Her hips eventually meet yours and the sight of her filling you to the brim makes both of you moan out loud. Waiting for your breathing to calm down a bit, she slowly starts moving her hips, giving a few shallow thrusts and already making you go crazy. The way your hips roll a bit, searching for friction, successfully gets her going, so she takes a good hold of your waist and sets a quicker rhythm, moaning at the way your head is thrown back and how you let out languish moans at her thrusts. You’re way too engrossed in the pleasure and barely notice it when she suddenly grabs your thighs and pushes them towards your front and by your sides, pressing on them for better leverage and effectively folding you in half, giving her full access to your centre. The new position makes her easily reach new spots inside of you and you see stars when she thrusts even harder than before. The sound of your skin slapping, her low groans and your breathless moans is all that can be heard in your room that now only smells like sex, making both of you more high on each other. She looks like the hottest woman in the universe while she’s on top of you, fucking you with so much passion and desire, even more so when she looks at you with darker eyes the closer she gets to her release. She slightly shifts and the even more angled thrusts quickly make your vision spot as you squeeze her incredibly tight, reaching one of the strongest orgasms of your life. She soon feels drizzles of wetness running down her thighs and the sigh of your squirting centre and the now wet bed sheets under you make her loudly moan and spur her on more than ever, as she even more roughly thrusts into you, reaching her own peak not long after you. You’ve thankfully recovered a bit and are able to witness the masterpiece that she looks like when she cums on top of you, panting hard through her faltering thrusts and pressing her pelvis against yours as much as she can.

You know that the next morning you'll see dark bruises on the back of your thighs, as, when she sits back and stops holding them down, you soon feel a slight ache on them. You're perfectly okay with it though, it will be a reminder of how incredible this woman was able to make you feel.

She seems very engrossed in running her hands up and down your legs while she fully comes down from her high, which gives you the perfect opportunity to just admire every single part of her body and face, capturing you in a spell. When she notices, she smirks and leans down once again, kissing you right as you let out a small whimper when the dildo still deep inside of you moves a little. Your slightly overstimulated state still gladly welcomes her touch, as she gropes your boobs while exploring your mouth with her tongue. She suddenly slithers her arms under your back and keeps you close as she turns around and lies down on the mattress with you sitting on top of her, straddling her cock

"I wanna see you ride me now"

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maximotts · 1 year

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okayyy but the Private Hire ladies forcing R to take turns eating them out before literally making R cum their brains out

remember when I said this was coming out like two hours ago but then everyone and their mother (and my own mother) decided to derail me with random tasks? hahaha yea anyways... this wasn't supposed to be as long as it is, but well- it's the mob wives and I adore them. I hope you enjoy it, nonnie!

pairing: Private Hire AU; WandaNat x reader

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut, top!Nat, switch!Wanda, kinda switch!R; fingering, face sitting, shameless groping, strap-on use (r recieving), oral, overstim, honestly R gets a little bratty for a bit, but it's only because Wanda coddles her way too much, idk uhm.. a lot of messy sex

words: 2.1k

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“Fuck, baby, right there… Stay still now-”

If moving was even a thought in your mind, Natasha’s vice grip on your skull would’ve squeezed it away. She held you in place effortlessly, fucking against your open mouth so roughly your nose was beginning to hurt. “God, your mouth.. I need to take you with me next time I go away…”

Strong as she was, Natasha could only reach the top of you from her seated position against the headboard— the rest of you was Wanda’s job.

One steady hand pressed you to the mattress by the small of your back, her other busy between your legs and two fingers drove into you so perfectly, there was no hope of holding off. Wanda always had a little too much fun whenever she shared you with Natasha, but then again, she’d always been prone to getting carried away. “Are you going to be a good little dove and make daddy cum?”

You moaned your response against Natasha’s cunt, a wet, muffled noise as the woman behind you curled her digits into that spongy spot Wanda loved to play with. Pushing you to your limits was the couple’s favorite pastime and tonight’s game was being their obedient toy for as long as you could last; when you came, you were done.

It seemed simple enough until you found there wasn’t a single moment when one of them wasn’t touching you; Natasha making you cockwarm her while you fondled Wanda’s breasts only for the brunette to flip you as soon as she finished, pushing you between her wife’s thighs. They knew you inside and out as if they’d handcrafted you, expertly working you over until the few thoughts left in your head were completely of them and the pleasure they could bring if you did as they asked.

You’d been a hopeless jumble of whines when Wanda refused your mouth on her, insatiable since the first night she allowed you to go down on her, but she’d promised to let you once she got to watch Natasha cum. Play by the rules, love. We’re not going anywhere.

The compromise was keeping your mouth busy with Natasha, always happy to watch you go lightheaded as she used you without a care in the world, muttering curses and praises that, when you could understand them, only grew filthier the closer she got to her end. “Gonna cum on your tongue, sweet thing, and you’re going to take it all like the greedy little whore you are…”

She tugged at your hair and you sobbed your agreement, daring to swirl your tongue over her entrance, just barely teasing the sensitive ring of muscle, and not a second later, Natasha was twisting and convulsing above you. So enraptured with the glorious sight of the redhead’s release, you forgot to keep your own at bay, Wanda’s thumb rolling over your clit sending you headfirst into a powerful orgasm the two women had been so carefully building up for hours.

“Poor baby, was that all too much for you?” Wanda let you clench around her fingers, watched you savor the slow drag of them as you desperately rut against her hand, used to at least one of them keeping you at that high until you broke all over again. This time though, the brunette’s fingers came to a stop and both women chuckled hearing the whine muffled into Natasha’s inner thigh.

With the dreaded loss of Wanda’s touch, you scrambled up the expanse of Natasha’s now slumped form, kissing her before she could even think of pushing you off. “I did good…” It was a statement more than anything and if Natasha’s hungrily devouring the taste of herself from your lips was any indication, she agreed, “Let me play with mommy now…”

Natasha heard you, there was no way she didn’t, but she had no qualms ignoring you until she’d licked every bit of her arousal from your mouth. “Game’s over, dove. You cum and we’re done.” She would’ve continued kissing you if you hadn’t shied away, crossing your arms over your hickey covered chest in defiance. Natasha met your budding tantrum with a raised eyebrow, immune to your bratty behavior. Really, she didn’t know why you tried with her anymore, you might as well be going against a steel wall. “You’re the one who agreed. Don’t get fussy about it now.”

“But it wasn’t fair! I did what you said-” The instant Wanda smoothed a hand along your bare shoulders you melted, falling back into her and burying your face against the crook of her neck. She engulfed you in warm arms, let you wiggle until you’d found your coziest spot; right where Wanda couldn’t see you stick your tongue out at her strict wife.

“Don’t you dare cry to her, rules are rules.” Natasha sighed, ready to yank you from Wanda’s grasp and punish you for being so cheeky, but Wanda was already cooing over you, kissing your cheeks in a bid to settle your grumpy mumblings. “Wanda…”

“She couldn’t help it, Tasha, let her try again.” Wanda butt in before Natasha had a chance to sway her away, the unsated need in her core and your upset face spurring her to advocate on your behalf. “It’s not even late.”

Natasha could go on and on about how pitiful a sight you never failed to put on; any issue you’d complain about to her wife and she’d coddle you like a child spoiled rotten as long as she wasn’t upset with you. Sometimes even then, you could persuade her if you added just the right amount of a puppy dog pout. It wasn’t worth the fight, not when she also benefited from their makeshift game night.

She leaned forward to rest her weight on her hands, sharp eyes darting between her wife and girlfriend, “You only want her to try again because you want a mouth on that needy little cunt of yours, tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re not wrong,” Wanda closed the distance with a kiss, her not so secret intentions to persuade her wife for her own benefit now clear as day, “but you want to fuck her too. We can all get what we want.” Her last few words were punctuated with more featherlight kisses, all while you left your own over Wanda’s exposed collarbone. Natasha might not have agreed just yet, but she was too preoccupied with Wanda’s lips to notice her hands wandering, cupping your sex before plunging two fingers right back where you’d barely had a chance to miss her.

It was only when you began audibly gasping that Natasha caught on, sliding back with a knowing grin. “So sneaky, my love, as if I wouldn’t catch you with how noisy this one is.” Her comment left you blushing, hips jerking with the sick tingle the embarrassment brought on.

You would’ve happily spent the rest of the night between the two of them like this, snug around Wanda while Natasha teased you silly, but as content as you were, that meant nothing for what they wanted with you. When Wanda’s hand tried to leave this time, your legs clamped around her before she could escape, “Don’t go…”

Wanda only laughed, Natasha prying your thighs apart despite your best efforts, manhandling you down until the back of your head hit plush pillows, “Calm down, little one. You asked for this, yes?”

She almost felt bad for you as she took in your hazy eyes, arms grabbing for them both as you thought of nothing but your own pleasure and how great your need was for the two women who clearly had some plan they refused to let you in on. Still you nodded, jaw falling open as Wanda threw one leg over your head, hovering her pelvis just out of reach. You knew better than to touch before given explicit permission, but if she was wet when you’d seen her earlier that night, she was positively soaked now; if only you could be so lucky as to have even a drop of her arousal fall onto your waiting mouth.

She hadn’t restrained your hands and they quickly flew to Wanda’s soft thighs, squeezing and pulling in an effort to force her down. It was no use, arms weak from a long night of teasing, but as Wanda leant forward, palming your chest, you couldn’t stand another minute of denial, “Fuck, please let me taste you..”

“Ah ah, what do we say first for convincing Natasha to let you play again?” She was going to kill you, you were sure of it. If Wanda didn’t, it’d be Natasha, thick strap back in place on her hips and sliding between your abused folds.

“Thank you, mommy..” A dull slap rang out, Natasha’s palm wet against your sex and you whimpered an apology for your forgotten gratitude, “and thank you, daddy…” Your voice was hoarse, but it didn’t matter, Wanda lowering those last few inches until you both shared a delighted sigh. She wiggled her hips as a test, earning her a groan deep from your chest, tongue already waiting.

Natasha was quick to fill you this time, knowing you’ve already been well and thoroughly stretched for her to slide right in. Heavy legs fell against the bed, leaving her with the oh so gorgeous view of your pussy spread wide open. She watched you twitch as she pinched your stiff bud between her fingers, pulling the silicone toy out until only the tip breached your entrance— just to bottom out yet again and leave you choking. “Shh, relax.. If you bite Wanda, she’ll never forgive you, trust me.”

Heeding her warning, you gave Wanda an apologetic lick, sucking at her clit until she was the one gasping for breath. “Just like that, sweetheart, d-don’t stop—” The moment Wanda fell close enough, Natasha swooped in, capturing her lips effortlessly.

“Are both my girls happy now, you got what you want?” Two noises of satisfaction erupted again, yours muffled and Wanda’s loud and uninhibited. The new angle meant she could fuck you deeper, that devious head of her cock making contact with your favorite spot on every push. When you came this time, Natasha showed no signs of slowing down, if only because the vibrations of your moans on her pussy left Wanda in absolute shambles, whimpering meek adorations as she rode your face through her high.

Your mouth left her just long enough to shift positions, greedily lapping her cum from her hole and unabashedly using your tongue to fuck it back into her like Natasha had so graciously shown you how to to just to her liking. “Such a good girl for us, always doing your best to please us..” Above you, Wanda panted audibly, accent thick as she rolled her pelvis over your face and you tried your hardest to match the rhythm Natasha was working you back up with. “Just like that, my little dove.. So perfect..”

It was Wanda’s touch that you felt this time, oversensitive enough for it to border the line between pleasure and pain. No matter how you writhed, they had you trapped, forced to take whatever they gave. “M-Mommy.. hurts..”

You thought you were spared that confusing sensation of Wanda’s soothing but dreaded attention— until hot saliva met the top of your cunt. “Shh, stay put.” Careful fingers smeared it over your overstimulated clit, adding to the mess you already knew you were making atop their bedspread. Your brain was too fuzzy to protest, consciousness only focused on that pleasurable stretch between your legs and Wanda’s sweetness coating your tongue.

“There now.. mommy and daddy won’t hurt you.” Some final piece clicked with Natasha’s words, taught body relenting even as your bosses worked you selfishly, filling you and rubbing you until you cried out against Wanda in your third orgasm of the night. “You’re in good hands, sweet thing.”

Both women were well aware of how easily fucked out you got, Natasha in particular with how insistent Wanda was to exploit in you the same qualities she had within herself. Not that Natasha ever let her forget. She caught the brunette trembling, guided weak arms over strong shoulders until Natasha was the only thing holding her upright. “I wasn’t done, Nat…”

Grateful as you were for the relief from her wicked touch, some insatiable urge still craved more and slowly, mindlessly you fucked yourself on Natasha’s strap, unwilling to be left with no stimulation just yet. It was all you could do while you sent Wanda soaring again, core clenching around your relentless tongue, thighs clenching over your ears painfully.

Wanda looked at her wife, face flushed but clearly the most level-headed of the three, and as one sneaky hand met her breasts, toying with her nipples in a way that left her near suffocating you as she spasmed, she knew their game was far from over. “Who said I was done with either one of you, princess?”

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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“ Baby, it's 3:00 am ”

PAIRING—natasha romanoff x fem!reader

SUMMARY—A night out with Natasha will never not be a thing you need

WARNINGS—established relationship, pure fluff, non-sexual nudity (skinny-dipping), avenger!reader w/ powers connected to light, Natasha being absolutely in love

A/N—I'm just so gay for Natalia Alianovna Romanova

" really? what are you Rogers 2.0? " Natasha teased seeing you assault the punching bag, throwing continued punches with no plan on stopping.

" it's efficient in getting my feelings out, Natty " You answered back, not stopping your punches even as you feel the numbness of your knuckles and the ache on your legs as you've been at the gym for approximately two hours now.

" I wake up expecting to find you beside me, detka " responded Natasha, tilting her at your obviously stressed form.

" I'm fine "

" you're not fine "

" ... I—I'm not fine " you replied defeatedly, not continuing to your punch as you lean against the punching bag, knowing your girlfriend knew you all too well. Feeling tired and sweaty, you drop down on the gym floor, calming down your breathing as you feel the need for a cold beverage.

Natasha, in the perfect moment really did know you all too well, that you'd need a cold drink to soothe your thirst. She knew your habit, similar to the blonde supersoldier who used working out as an outlet for stress. She smiles as she sees your wide grin, feeling the cold can of cola she placed on your neck.

You smile at each other as her long wavy red hair slightly tickles your face, she looks down from her position, your face covered in sweat yet still finding you absolutely ethereal. You gaze into her beautiful green eyes from above, finding the view of her outlined by the single lamp lit on truly breathtaking. She could take your breath away more than a hundred push ups could ever.

Natasha and you drank the cold cans of cola while walking along the dark paths of the compound, after you took a quick shower. Accompanied by the little fireworks from your bare hands that serve as light. Even after three years of working with you and two years of being your lover, everything you did will always be fascinating to her.

You were everything to Natasha, her pillar, her compass that she'd get lost without, and even the freaking sun. The brightest ball of gas could never compare to the brightness you've given in her life, literally and figuratively.

You will always be extraordinarily beautiful in her eyes. You will always be her Солнце (sun).

Natasha stops abruptly making you halt as well, with a wide smile she uses her hands to mimic starting the engines of a motorcycle and lightly saying " chu chu ". You chuckle with how much your girlfriend knows you and laughing lightly at the mischievous grin she had. You knew her just as well as she knew you.

The low whispers of voices can be heard inside the garage as the red head borrows the super soldier's bike.

" Roger's is gonna be so mad at us, this is practically his baby "

" He'll sulk, but he'll be fine "

" yeahhh, you're the one dealing with his grumpy ass—not me "

" we're just borrowing it, detka "

" tell that to the old man, Natty "

The cold windy air engulfed your body as the two of you rode off to nowhere in particular at 12 AM. You put your hands above as you feel the cold air, a stream of light is produced as you use your powers. A long line of light with little sparkles like glitter but better. Natasha's view from the rear mirror was something straight up from a fairytale, like a dream she'd have when she was a kid.

She could see the light even in your eyes through your open helmet. She hopes she'll never see the sparks in your eyes go out.

She enjoys the calmness of the moment. It felt like it was only you and her right at the very second and she loved that. She wouldn't complain about everyone disappearing if you were with her. Maybe she'd miss Clint but she'd still love being with you without anybody else.

She only ever feels selfish with you, she can't help but not want to share you with the world because your the only person she truly has other than the family you two gained with the Avengers.

Natasha loved everything about you, your looks, your personality, your soft pink lips that felt like the apocalypse when it met hers. She loves every part of you, even the ones you said you hated but nothing about you would she ever hate.

How could she ever hate such a beautiful woman such as yourself? and when you don't feel like loving yourself, she'll love you enough for the both of you.

" what do you think? strawberry or oreo flavored ice cream? baby? " you asked, glancing away from the cold treats to not see your girlfriend on the same aisle as you were.

" get them both, oh! get the strawberry with vanilla one instead of pure strawberry " Nat replies while approaching you with a basket filled with candies and chocolates.

" babyyy, you're gonna make me fatter " you sulk playfully as you get both the oreo and strawberry mixed with vanilla tubs of ice cream

" you'd make a good pillow, my love " she says softly as she kisses your cheek, pulling back with a smile as she slaps your ass

" Natasha! " " I love you "

" you can't just say that every time you slap my poor butt ... i love you too " you say grumpily with a playful tone as you peck her lips while still glaring at her green eyes that contained nothing other than pure adoration for you.

" come on detka, let's pay for these "

" you go first, I'll grab some drinks for us " you say with a quick peck on her cheek as you push her forward

" Detka, you know coke is not good for you especially since you're acidic which is stupid, seriously? you're an avenger and your weakness is soda and coffee?? " she sternly says ignoring the cute puppy dog eyes you were pulling as you held a set of six cola cans

" that's not gonna work "

" please, Natty? just this once? "

" I already gave you one a while ago "

" that was one and a half hours ago! " you reply with a grumpy face that Natasha finds cute, she sighs knowing she can't ever say no to you.

" fine " she responds defeated by not being able to refuse you as she pulls more money from her wallet and hands it to the elderly woman who's behind the cashier who hides her laugh seeing the cute couple banter.

" I love you, my baby " you say with extra sweetness as you kiss her lips quickly while putting the drinks on the counter

" isn't my girlfriend just the best? " you said gleefully to the elder woman who smiled as she took the beverages you craved, you're never afraid to ever show off your girlfriend to anyone.

" you're lucky you're cute " Natasha says with a mischievous smile as she takes both your cheeks and lightly pulls them as you groan in annoyance but secretly loving it whenever she squeezes your chubby cheeks.

The elderly woman just smiles widely at the two as she scans the items Natasha paid for.

The couple exit the convenience store but not before saying their farewell to the nice elderly woman who gave them matching ring pops for free. Natasha remembered the beach that was only a couple miles away as the both of you secured your helmets.

" why not have a picnic at the beach, love? " you ask as you encircle your arms around her torso as she suggested the beach that's only a couple miles from where the two of you were, you relax with the feeling of the air hitting your face as Natasha drives.

Gummy worms and candies were everywhere, from the large jacket you owned that served as an improvised picnic mat to the sand. You laughed as Natasha hit you with another m&m while teasingly saying you were supposed to catch it, fighting back as you hit her right in the face with a long gummy worm.

You smile through the kiss she was giving as you taste the sugar and sourness of the candies you two consumed. Natasha quickly opened the tubs of ice cream for the two of you to eat before it melted. She bought plastic spoons before she went to the cashier

The peaceful scenery of the ocean waves reflecting the moon and the redhead that rested against your stomach as you supported your upper half using your felt so peaceful, so utterly peaceful and nothing could ever compare to the calmness you were feeling at the very moment. You grinned as you took another spoon of the cold dessert, almost empty as you ate it quickly.

Natasha silently sucks on one of the ring pops, cherry flavored lollipop that makes her red lips redder and sweeter than it already is. Every lick, you kiss her lips as she smiles with content as the blues of the ring pop you had mixed with flavors of her making a flavorful lilac kiss.

" why — don't — we — take — a small — swim " she says in-between the pecks you gave on her sweet soft lips that tasted like paradise.

" Baby, it's 3:00 AM " you reply laughing not believing Natasha's plan to go skinny dipping, you already knew she was planning on getting you naked soon enough. You knew her well enough to know she wouldn't just peacefully " swim " with you.

She just smiled as she stood up while unbuttoning the denim shorts she had on and pulling it down. The two discarded their clothes until they were only down to their underwear. You hugged her quickly as you felt the cold air hit your back. The warmth made you smile as the position was very intimate, her soft breasts against yours.

You looked at her like she hung the moon and stars. The slow glowing of your hands, a proof of what you felt on the inside, mirrored by your abilities that made Natasha smile.

She sometimes had doubts but as she saw your genuine feelings through your transparent self, she could see clearly that you loved her just as much as she loved you. She does insist she loves you more every now and then in which you answer back with “ impossible “.

The two soon enough went to the ocean, staying just a few feet away from dry land, just enough that it felt like the two of you floated away with the waves.

The ocean served as an escape, a few minutes away from everything, saving lives, doing missions. This was just you and her, two lovers taking a swim with the warm ocean waves as the full moon shined brightly framing the two women who are absolutely enamoured with each other.

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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natasha romanoff x f!reader 18+

1.8k words, domestic fluff, smut, oral, top!reader, breast worship, pussy slapping, tw food mention, tw scars

You're vegged out on the couch in the living room when Natasha comes home. She's not surprised to see you there, work's been kicking your ass lately and you've taken to disassociating to the sounds of Great British Bake Off as stress relief.

"I'm home!"

"Howdy."

She chuckles and shakes her head at your lackluster greeting. "I picked up garlic bread from the store, thought we could do pasta tonight."

"Sounds good."

Nat preheats the oven and walks over to where you're sprawled out, garlic bread still in hand. You're in just an over-sized tshirt and sleep shorts, long legs exposed and begging to be touched.

She pokes your leg with the bagged bread instead. "You alright, sunshine?"

"Hmm?" It takes a second for you to register what she's asking and you have the decency to look sheepish when it does. "Sorry, Nat, it was a rough one today." You sit up and crawl up the couch until you're face to face with her. She cups your cheek, her worried eyes take in the bags under yours. Your stupid boss has been working you too hard, pushing you to exhaustion and Natasha doesn't like it one bit. If she had it her way she would've had a less than cordial meeting with the old creep by now, made it known you were dating a deadly assassin and weren't to be fucked with. But you refused, you said you could handle it.

"Don't apologize for having a bad day, angel."

"Yeah, but you're out there kicking ass and saving people and I'm, what, sad that I have to sit in a meeting for an hour longer than I wanted to?"

You pout into your lover's hand, and let your eyes drift shut. Nat coos at her sweet, tired angel, pulling you close so she can press a kiss to your forehead.

"Just because you didn't maim anyone today doesn't mean you didn't have a hard day."

You giggle and wrap your arms around her trim waist. "How do you know I didn't maim anyone? I have great maim potential sitting just under the surface, ready to strike."

Nat leans back to look at you and cackles. "Sure ya do, killer."

You pout even harder now as your girlfriend wiggles out of your grasp and heads back to the kitchen to start dinner. It's late for both of you, but a routine that neither of you can skip. Eating together, watching mundane TV shows, feeling normal and domestic in a way neither of you thought you could. It was important, no matter the time of day.

So you stand behind Natasha at the stove, wrapped around her back like a sleepy koala bear on a tree, as she stirs noodles in a pot. You tell her all about your day and she shares as much as she can of hers that isn't classified information. You trace the scars that litter her shoulders with your lips and she bats your hand away from the sauce pan so you don't burn yourself. Again.

The oven dings when the garlic bread is done and the two of you eat in companionable silence, taking precious moments to simply exist in each other's space.

When you're done you fight Natasha to leave the dishes for tomorrow.

"I need cuddles. You better put down that scrub brush, I swear to God."

So you resume your position on the couch. Sprawled out with an arm over your head, your toes touching the opposite end and a cat-like Natasha curled up mostly on top of you.

She has such a presence, a dominating, commanding force of a woman when she's out there in the world. But here in your little one bedroom, in the space your arms make for her, she shrinks, like a porcupine lowering its spikes.

The tv plays in the background but neither of you are paying attention. Your right hand rests behind your head while your left runs a steady course up and down her back, soothing in a figure eight that you know she likes. Her hands find their way under the hem of your shirt, grazing your tummy in a soft, tickling touch that makes you shudder and huff an indignant laugh.

"Don't you dare."

"I didn't," she protests into your neck. "They're about to judge the last cakes. I'm not distracting you, am I?"

"Brat," you chuckle and kiss her head where it's laying on your chest. The two of you lay all snuggled up until you start to fall asleep, gentle snores blowing through the red curls by your cheek.

"Nope. No falling asleep on the couch, too uncomfortable."

You whine and wrap your arms tight around Natasha, rolling until she's under you. She shouts like she's hasn't been trained how to overpower someone doing what you're doing fifty times over. No, she loves letting you crush her and you love feeling her under you.

With a hand on her cheek you lean in slowly, your gaze flicking from her eyes to her lips where her tongue darts out to wet them.

"Do you want me to take you to bed?"

Her eyes flutter shut and she nods her head. It's been a long day, but those words light a fire in you both.

You press a kiss to her forehead and climb off the couch, pulling her up with you by the hand as you go.

She protests when you push her into the bathroom to shower, but you know she needs it. Some time to herself to wash off the day, to unpack and make peace. That and the unscented soap at the compound just isn't the same as your lavender vanilla body scrub. It settles you too, smelling you on her like that. Mixing with the scent of her shampoo and something distinctly...Nat.

You're ready for bed when she comes back out. The shower was short this time and you know why when she doesn't bother to put her pajamas on, or even fully dry off.

You watch from the end of the bed as she drops her towel. Rivulets of water run from her collarbone and down her chest as she walks toward you.

To anyone else she would look fierce, like a lioness stalking her prey, confident and lithe in her movements. And she does look stunning, your breath catching as your eyes meet when she moves to stand between your spread thighs. But you see her. You can see the hesitation in those pretty green eyes that search yours from under thick lashes.

It's still there. The fear that she's not worthy of your time, your love. That she's too broken to be what you need.

You'll spend the rest of your life showing her that's a lie if she'll let you.

Her hands run the length of your thighs, pushing up the hem of your sleepshirt as you hold her face in your hands.

"So beautiful." You capture her mouth with yours, hungry and desperate to feel her against you.

Your hands caress her jaw before moving lower, grazing her shoulders, brushing away whatever laid heaviest there, before sliding further down to her breasts.

Natasha gasps into your mouth as you pluck and pull at her nipples, tugging on a line that runs straight to her core.

"Please," she groans against your lips.

"Please, what?" You tug harder on her nipple until she gasps and whines, pouting that you're making her use her words.

"Need you. Please. Touch me."

Her skin is soft and dewy against your lips when you wrap your lips around her breast. The sweet taste makes your eyelids flutter shut and you groan around your mouthful.

"Oh, fuck," she cries out and pulls at your hair as you lick and suck at her breast.

"Taste so good, baby. So perfect. Perfect fucking tits."

Her head falls back, mouth open and breathing heavy as her wet red hair tumbles down between her shoulder blades.

Your hands palm her ass cheeks, tugging her closer, squeezing the plump mounds between your fingers.

"Yes, baby, please," she moans when her exposed folds rub up against the cotton of your panties. You can feel how wet she is through the thin fabric.

"What do you want, baby? Want me to make you feel good?"

She looks down at you, at where you've been busy sucking new bruises into her skin. Doing your best to mark her as yours.

"Fuck yes. Make me feel good, baby."

She squeals when you grab her hips and throw her down on the bed. You know your grin is positively wolfish as you climb over her, tugging off your sleep shirt. Natasha's eyes fall to your breasts as she scoots back on the mattress, her mouth open and practically panting as her gaze skims your nearly bare body.

"Like whatcha see?"

"You know it, baby."

You laugh and fall to your stomach between her legs. Her thighs are creamy and soft and spread for you so beautifully.

"Such a pretty fucking pussy." You kiss down the inside of her thighs, nipping and sucking little love bites into her soft skin.

She inhales sharply when you ghost over where she needs you most to press kisses to her soft tummy. The scars there hold so much of her shame, the most uncomfortable parts of her past. It's a blessing, a gift, for her to show those parts of herself to you. And you treat them as such, every scar, every mark getting its own soft, loving kiss.

Her hips twist under your steady hands, trying to push you towards her center.

"Alright, alright," you laugh and nip at her hip, kissing your way down to her mound.

"You can spend all day down there another time, you sap. I wanna come all over your- ahh!"

Natasha cries out as you wrap your lips around her clit and suck.

"Oh fuck, baby. That's it."

You run your hands down her thighs to get knees and push them up to her chest, keeping your mouth on her pussy, licking and nibbling at that sensitive bud.

"Open up for me. Lemme see."

Nat gasps, her nails digging into her thighs as you spread her lips open with your thumbs and fuck her right hole with your tongue. She's so fucking tight, clenching around the muscle as you lick into her.

"Tight, creamy little pussy. This is my pussy. Right, baby? Say it."

You slap your hand down on her messy cunt.

"Yes! Yes, baby, it's yours. Your pussy. Fuck!"

Satisfied, you dive back in, licking and sucking at her lips, her clit until her legs are shaking around your head.

"I'm gonna come, fuck I'm gonna-"

You pull back and slap her pussy again and again.

"Ahh!"

"Come for me, then. Fucking come."

Natasha screams and comes when you shove your tongue deep in her pussy. Her juices spill over your tongue and you lap up all of it, as much as you can.

"C'mere."

Nat pulls you up by your chin and licks you clean, your chin, your cheeks. She kisses you, moaning into your mouth at your combined flavor.

"Good?" She nods her head, practically purring. "Want more?"

"Oh god, you're gonna be the death of me."

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heysorrywriting · 2 years

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Not in Kansas Anymore - Part 1 (F)

Natasha Romanoff’s perspective:

This was definitely a weird one. The operation itself was pretty standard; break into the Hydra site, locate and recover a hostage, then exfiltrate. Nothing she and the rest of the team hadn’t done dozens of times before. What made it weird was the person who had given them the tip about it. He was, as far as Natasha understood, a wizard. That was weird, and his name, Dr. Strange, seemed a little on the nose to her. According to him, Hydra scientists might have made progress towards breaking into another reality, as he and his fellow sorcerers had, in his words, felt a disturbance in the fabric of reality. She would’ve questioned all of this had Nick Fury himself not stated that he trusted this Dr. Strange person. Fury’s word carried a lot of weight for Natasha, so she decided not to think about the whole wizard thing too hard. Instead, she simply prepared herself for the operation as she usually would.

Natasha looked down through the window of the helicopter, her eyes moving about as she searched for the abandoned shipping yard that Strange claimed was the origin point of the dimensional disturbance. Upon seeing it, she stood up from her seat and began prepping her equipment. Two suppressed sidearms, both with several reserve magazines each, a custom catsuit with strategically located ballistic armor and SAPI plates, and a ballistic helmet with night-vision goggles attached to it. The plan was to cut the facility’s power and use the dark environment to disorient and pick off any hostiles in the AO. Again, routine stuff for SHIELD.

The helicopter lowered to about forty feet off the ground and fast ropes were deployed. Grabbing on, Natasha descended to the ground and led her group of five SHIELD agents into the main building. The operation got off to a good start, as usual. Breaches went off without any hitches, any hostiles they encountered were swiftly taken down, and there were no equipment malfunctions. Natasha glanced down at the GPS mounted to the bracer on her left wrist, taking note that they were almost on top of the coordinates that Strange had provided them. After consulting the map of the facility, she deduced that whatever had caused the disturbance was in the room in front of them.

“Alright everyone, stack up and prepare for a breach.”

Her agents did as they were told and entered the room on Natasha’s command. There were a few armed guards inside, but they were all shot before they could react to the intruders. After making sure that the room was clear, Natasha holstered her weapons and took in her surroundings. There was a lot of high-tech equipment scattered around, notably a large circular device pushed up against the far wall, and in the center of the room there was a young woman strapped to what looked to be an operating table. Natasha walked to the side of the table to get a closer look and tightened her jaw at what she saw. She was alive, but only just. Her skin was littered with deep bruises and it looked like she had several broken ribs. All signs that she’d been tortured by Hydra for a long time. She looked at her face and her heart broke. She looked to be in a troubled sleep; barely audible whimpers emanated from her slightly open mouth. Poor thing is probably in so much pain, Natasha thought as she reached over and put her hand at the base of her head, lifting it up slightly. Her eyes didn’t open, but she nuzzled her head into her hand, clearly finding some sort of comfort in her touch even in her unconscious state. Natasha smiled for a moment before refocusing herself and began detaching the various wires and IV’s attached to the unconscious woman. Gathering her up in her arms, she then turned to her team, “Alright, package secured, I’ll need you all to keep me covered on the way back out.” Her teammates nodded and formed a defensive circle around her. This formation was maintained until they returned to the landing zone.

Not wanting to hang around any longer than was necessary, the team loaded the mystery woman and themselves onto the helicopter and gave the pilots the go-ahead to return to base. Looking down at the unconscious girl she had laid across her lap, Natasha wondered what had led to her being taken to that shipping yard. She knew that she wouldn’t have the answer until they arrived, but she couldn’t help but wonder as she took in her tired and battered features. She was the only captive in that shipping yard and Hydra usually took captives in groups, so there had to be something special about her. Between that, the wizard’s involvement, and the weird equipment found earlier, Natasha knew that there was more to this person than meets the eye.

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reereeineedtopee · 4 months

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Y/N: At least two gay girls called me cute...

Natasha, with a flirty voice: Make that three...

Wanda, also flirting: Make that four...

Y/N, confused: Who are the other two??

Natasha, facepalming: Oh my god...

Wanda: Nevermind, back to two...

Y/N, in utter confusion: What is happening??

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nastybuckybarnes · 1 year

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Comfortable

Pairing: Bucky X Reader

Summary: Bucky finds out that you’ve never climaxed during intimacy and he’s not happy about that.

Warnings: Smut, Crying during sex, Overstimulation (mental and physical), Language, Fluff, Minor Angst but not really

Word Count: 2.8K

A/n: Kinda based on life but without bucky coming in and setting things straight lol. I’ve also got the first like 5 parts of a new series written, so that’ll be coming soon hehe. anyway, I hope you guys enjoy, and I love you all very much!

~*~

“I don’t know, Nat, I just... I guess I’m just never... I don’t know. I’m in my head a lot, I guess.”

The redhead snickers, elbowing her sister and sharing a look with her before both of their gazes return to yours.

“Barnes lacking?”

You shake your head quickly, trying to clear his name.

“No! No, God no! He just... it’s not him, it’s me. I think too much, I’m focused on making sure it’s good for him, making sure he finishes that I... I don’t know.”

Yelena purses her lips, “does he know he hasn’t made you cum yet?”

You swallow hard and shake your head, dropping your gaze to your lap.

“I... I fake it.”

The assassins exchange glances again and you huff a sigh.

“He’s good, he’s really good and he makes me feel good and I get close but... I just can’t... I can’t cum. And it’s not like it’s just him, I’ve never cum with anybody I’ve been with. I just... can’t do it. Maybe I’m broken,” you whisper that last part mostly to yourself, but both women jump in and shake their heads.

“It’s an intimate thing. You probably just want to feel one hundred percent comfortable with the person before giving that last bit of yourself to them. Orgasming with a partner for the first time is... intense. You should talk to him about it, tell him the truth and explain it. Maybe you guys need more foreplay, maybe you need to be in control more, but you’ll only figure it out by talking to him about it.”

You bite your bottom lip and shake your head at Natasha, “I don’t wanna hurt his feelings though, Nat. I just... how the hell do I gently tell him that he hasn’t made me cum and I've been faking it the whole time?”

Two sets of trained eyes dart over your shoulder just as you hear the door to your apartment shut.

Tension pulls your shoulders up and you squeeze your eyes shut, praying that he didn’t hear you.

The way the two Russians in front of you press their lips into thin lines gives you your answer, and you drop your head forward, hating the fact that this is now a conversation you need to have with your boyfriend.

“Well uh, I think we should take that as our cue to leave,” Yelena says awkwardly, pressing on a smile and offering Bucky a small wave as she rises to her feet, Natasha following after.

You stay rooted in place on the couch, refusing to even acknowledge his presence as he putters about in the kitchen, waiting until your friends leave before finally making his way into the living room.

Your eyes don’t leave your hands as he takes a seat on the floor in front of you, his hands, one cold and one warm, finding yours and squeezing gently.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, squeezing your eyes shut and trying to take deep breaths.

If you were to look at him, you’d see that his face is confused, not angry. Not a hint of anger could be found within him. If anything, he’s upset that you hadn’t told him before. That you didn’t feel comfortable confiding in him and telling him the truth.

The entire time he was under the impression that you were enjoying the sex and getting just as much out of it as he was.

“Why are you apologizing, sweet girl?”

You sniffle and shake your head, fear icing your veins.

You don’t want him to be mad at you and you don’t want him to feel offended.

“I just... I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head and reaches one hand up to cup your jaw, raising your head enough so that you finally, finally look into his eyes.

Your beautiful eyes are filled with tears and it makes his heart ache in his chest.

“Why the tears, honey, what’s wrong?”

You shake your head and sniffle, dropping your gaze only to raise it when he squeezes your chin.

“C’mon, sweet girl, you can talk to me. I... I don’t want you to ever be afraid to talk to me, okay? What’s got you so upset?”

You take a deep breath and squeeze his hand, trying to muster up your courage.

“I just... I don’t want to make you mad.”

He furrows his brows and shakes his head, absolutely flabbergasted at the fact that you think he’d be mad at you for being honest.

“Why would I ever be mad, baby? If you’re upset, I wanna know what I can do to make you feel better.”

You take another deep breath then slowly nod.

“I just... I know that sex is a sensitive topic for a lot of guys. Especially... their performance. And yours is great! The sex is great and I love it and you’re amazing! I just... I haven’t... ya’know. I never have with anyone else either. I’m starting to think that I can only do it by myself,” you whisper glumly, your shoulders sinking in.

Bucky is quiet for a moment. He’d already heard every word you’d spoken to Natasha and Yelena, and, he’s not gonna lie, it punches at his pride to know that his girl isn't enjoying it as much as he is. All he wants is for you to feel your best in every aspect of life.

“Well, why don’t we talk about this a bit more, huh? You said that it’s not just me, but everyone you’ve been with?”

He knows this isn’t about him, it’s about you, but he really hopes that you’re not trying to soften the blow. If other people have made you cum, he wants to know how and when and then he wants to cut their fingers off for ever touching you.

You nod, sniffling. “Yeah, I just... I don’t know if I get in my head too much or if I’m... not comfortable enough, but I just... I can’t.”

He nods slowly, trying to gather his thoughts and figure out a solution.

“What can I do to make you more comfortable, honey?”

You shake your head and push to your feet, hating every word of this conversation.

“I am comfortable with you, Buck. I just... forget I said anything, it doesn’t matter anyway.”

His long fingers wind around your wrist, stopping you from fleeing like you so desperately want to.

“It does matter, honey. It matters a lot, actually. I’m not mad and I’m not offended. I just... I want you to feel the same intimacy that I feel when we have sex. It’s... amazing. And I want you to experience it. So tell me how I can make you feel better.”

Your glossy eyes raise to his and, when you see nothing but honesty and love, you nod slowly.

“I don’t know what’s missing or what needs to happen. You’ve got me really close, but I just.. maybe I think about it too much? I don’t know.”

He cups your cheeks and presses the softest kiss to your forehead.

“You’re gonna need to direct me, baby. Next time, you’re gonna need to tell me what you like, what feels good, okay? And when you get close, you tell me and I’m gonna keep going until you actually cum, is that all right?”

You nod again.

“Okay.”

He kisses your lips gently then pulls you into a tight embrace.

“Okay.”

~*~

The next time the opportunity to be intimate arises, it’s after a small get-together at Yelena’s place.

You’ve already had a sizeable glass of wine, and now all you want is your boyfriend’s hands on your body.

He pushes open the door to your shared apartment, a grin on his lips as you pepper kisses along his jawline.

“Hey, sweetheart. You want something? Hmm?”

You nod, lips not leaving his skin as you push his jacket off of his shoulders.

“C’mere.” His metal arm dips beneath your thighs, hoisting you up, while his flesh arm wraps around your waist, keeping you held tightly against his chest as you wrap your legs around him.

He leads the two of you through the apartment and into the bedroom, laying you down gently on the bed and pulling away to pull his shirt off.

You shimmy out of your dress and toss it to the ground, leaving you only in your matching black lace set.

Bucky’s eyes devour your figure and he’s quick to shed his pants and join you on the bed, crawling between your legs and smoothing his hands over your thighs.

“How you feelin’, pretty girl? You okay?”

You nod, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as he looks at you like you’re the only woman on the planet.

And to him, you might as well be.

“You gonna let me eat you out, baby? Please?”

How could you possibly say no to that?

When you nod at him, he grins, beyond pleased, and slides his fingers beneath the fabric on your hips.

He pulls your panties down your legs and brings them up to his face, holding your gaze while taking a deep breath through his nose.

“Fuck, you smell good. Taste even better, though.” And with that, he situates himself between your thighs and flattens his tongue against you, licking you from your dripping hole up to your throbbing clit.

You sigh happily, fingers tangling through his hair as he works his tongue over your clit and dips two fingers into your heat.

“Just like that...” you whisper, your head digging into the pillows as he plays you like a fiddle.

He continues fucking his fingers into you, pausing when you give a particularly hard tug on his hair then repeating exactly what made you do that.

You can feel it slowly building, each pass of his tongue and thrust of his fingers brings you slightly closer, and you can’t help but feel your heart begin to race.

“Fuck... just like that, Bucky...”

He follows your instructions perfectly, doing exactly what makes you feel good.

He watches your face scrunch, feels your heels dig into his back and your nails scratch at his scalp and - Goddamn is this what he was missing out on? This is what you look like when you’re really about to cum?

It takes all of his self-control to not grab his phone and take a picture of you.

Your chest rises and falls more rapidly and your eyes are squeezed shut as your walls start fluttering around his fingers.

Fuck, you look gorgeous.

It’s such a strange feeling, having him bring you closer and closer to the edge. It’s so foreign yet so right and you tug at his hair and roll your hips up to his face.

“Bucky, I... I’m gonna.... oh fuck, please... I’m gonna cum, please!”

God, hearing that is like music to his ears.

He continues, bringing his free hand up to yours when you reach for it.

You interlock your fingers and grind your teeth together as your release washes over you, far more intense than anything you’ve ever been able to bring yourself.

A sound that’s half-moan half-gasp falls from your lips and you squeeze his hand harder while your walls clamp down around his fingers.

Bliss fills you, sparks flying from every nerve in your body, head to toe, and Bucky watches in awe.

He’s not sure how he believed you before when you were faking. The way you look when you cum is something he’s never going to be able to forget now.

Your body is wound so tight, your thighs clenched around his head and your nails digging into his scalp. Your walls are pulsing and clenching and, fuck, it feels incredible. He can’t wait to feel it around his cock.

He continues slowly fucking his fingers in and out of you while working his tongue over your clit, only pulling away when you tug your hips back.

He smacks his lips together and pulls away, his eyes connecting with yours.

Your chest heaves and your forehead has a light sheen of sweat on it, and you look like the Goddess you are.

“How you feel, baby?” He asks gently, smoothing his hands up your sides and rubbing his thumbs over the soft skin of your stomach.

You only nod at him, your hands coming to rest on his wrists.

“Words, baby. I need words.”

You lick your lips and take a deep breath before speaking.

“I feel good, Buck. I-I feel really good,” you whisper, eyes prickling with tears at the intensity of the moment.

He smiles lovingly down at you and leans in for a gentle kiss.

You taste yourself on his tongue and it makes the moment even more erotic.

“Gonna let me fuck you, baby?” He asks against your mouth, trailing his lips down your neck and kissing your skin gently.

You nod, sighing softly as tears trail back into your hairline.

He pulls back for a moment, just long enough to situate himself comfortably between your thighs and align himself with your entrance.

And then he’s pushing into you slowly, making you feel every single inch of it.

Your mouth drops open and your legs wind around his hips, pulling him even deeper than before. He’s pressing against every sensitive spot inside you and it feels heavenly.

“Fuck, you feel good, baby. Feel so good... God... nice n’ tight... wet... shit you’re like heaven.” He rasps the words against your throat, lips trailing up over your skin to rest on yours for a quick moment before he pulls back to gaze into your eyes.

“I love you, pretty girl. I really do.”

Your heart swells and you lean up to kiss him, gasping against his lips when he pulls his hips back and slams them forward.

He starts a steady pace, smoothing one of his hands over yours and interlocking your fingers.

“I wanna feel you cum for me again. Wanna feel it on my cock, baby. God, you look so pretty when you cum. Wanna take a picture of it and frame it, I swear.”

You squeeze your eyes shut and whine softly, arching your back and groaning when he hits deeper inside of you at the new angle.

“Right there... oh fuck, please...”

He buries his head in your neck, peppering the skin there with kisses while his free hand travels between your bodies to find your clit.

He circles the bundle of nerves with expert precision, lifting his lips to yours to swallow your moans.

You’re barely kissing. No, it’s more of just breathing each other’s breaths and moaning in each other’s mouths, but the intimacy is unmatched and the passion is flaming through your soul.

You wind your free arm around his shoulders, pulling him down to press more of his weight against you, and you can’t help but feel more secure and more comfortable.

“I... Bucky... I’m gonna... oh fuck.”

He nods, showering your face in kisses.

“Cum for me, honey. C’mon, please. I wanna feel you cum on my cock.”

You can’t very well deny him when he’s asking you so nicely.

His fingers move against your clit faster and faster while his hips continue grinding into yours firmly, making your toes curl and your back arch further.

Your chest presses against his and you rake your nails against his back so hard you're sure you’re drawing blood, but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Not when you’re falling headfirst into the most intense and powerful climax of your life.

Your vision goes white and your ears start to ring, and all you can do is squeeze around him.

Your legs tighten around his waist, your nails dig into his flesh, and your walls clamp down around his cock as fireworks erupt in your belly.

Bucky fucks you through it, keeping his pace steady as you tremble and convulse beneath him, your mouth open as soft whines fall from it.

God, the feeling of you, all hot and tight and wet around him... he’s ready to die happily now that he’s gotten to truly experience the glory that is having you cum around him.

His pride swells and he can't help the way his ego inflates when he pulls his head back to look at your pretty face.

He did that.

He made you feel that good.

He’s the only man, no, the only person in the world besides yourself that’s ever made you cum. And he’s going to be the only one.

And now that he knows how to do it, now that he's gotten you there with his mouth and his cock, he’s never going to get enough of it. He’s gotta make up for lost time, doesn't he?

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #Bucky Barnes x reader #bucky x reader smut #bucky/reader smut #bucky x you #bucky x reader lemon #bucky x you smut #Bucky Barnes smut #marvel smut #Steve rogers #yelena belova #Natasha romanoff #bucky x f!reader #bucky x female!reader #Bucky Barnes fanfic #reader insert

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literaryavenger · 5 months

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I love you and I hate it

Summary: Bucky's your best friend, but you're in love with him. Now that he has a girlfriend, will you be able to get a handle on your feelings?

Pairing: Best Friend!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: Bucky being a bit of an ass. Reader being dramatic. Angst. Language maybe. Minimal use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.

Word Count: 2.7K

A/N: this is a two part because otherwise it was too long. Hope you like it! also, it's 4:30am and I can't help myself lol.

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Loving your best friend is not something anyone ever plans. Getting those kinds of feelings for the person closest to you changes the way you look at them, the way you interact and essentially your relationship with them, making everything unnecessarily complicated.

At least that’s how you see it.

You definitely didn't think something like that could ever happen to you. But to be fair, you also never thought Bucky Barnes would ever become your best friend at the compound.

When you first arrived as the newest avengers recruit the brooding supersoldier was not your biggest fan. Things didn’t start on the best note for you two.

- 2 years ago -

Steve was showing you around the compound and introducing you to people and team members as you met them. You arrived at the common room where Bucky and Sam were watching Tv. "Hey guys. This is Y/N, the new recruit I told you about," Steve introduced you "this is Sam." he said to you as Sam got up from the couch putting out his hand.

"Nice to meet you." he said.

"You too," you said, shaking his hand "it’s so exciting to be here and meet all of you. You are all such remarkable people."

"Oh, complimenting me? I like you already." Sam said chuckling.

"Of course you do." Steve said, rolling his eyes with a smile, then turned to you "and this is Bucky" he said, pointing at the brunette still sitting on the couch.

"Hi Bucky, it’s nice to meet you too." you said, getting closer to him and holding out your hand for him to shake. Bucky, however, just looked at you for a moment before standing up, turning away from you and walking out of the room without saying a word.

"Uh... did I do something wrong?" you asked, very much confused, still looking at the door Bucky just ran out of.

"No, it’s always him." said Sam.

"Sam, don’t." Steve told him, then turned to you again "don’t mind Bucky, he’s not good with new people. It’s nothing personal, he’ll get used to it, don’t worry."

"Right. He’ll get used to me." you said as he gave you an apologetic look "yeah… anyway, let’s finish the tour."

"Sure, bye Sam. See you around, I guess." you told Sam with a smile.

"Yeah, see you guys at dinner." and with that you left to finish the tour of the compound that ultimately ended with your assigned room.

"So this is your room, Natasha has the room on the right and Sam has the one on the left." he pointed at them as he talked and then pointed at the room across from yours "that's Bucky, to his right is Peter and mine is to his left."

"A lot of neighbors, got it." you said chuckling with Steve.

"Yeah. So I’ll let you get settled and I’ll see you at dinner with the team." he said.

"Yeah, see you later."

If you were honest with yourself, you were a little disappointed at how meeting Bucky went, you were really looking forward to meeting the super soldier.

While all the other girls were busy crushin on Captain America, you always felt more attracted to Sergeant Barnes.

Something about him just made you curious, and, after all the Winter Soldier stuff came to light, you were one of the few people that saw right away that Bucky was a victim.

You never did understand how people could read all the details of what happened to him and still call him a monster, like it was his fault that he was captured, tortured and made to do things no decent human being would ever do.

In fact, you got in trouble more than one time for fighting when things escalated while you were defending the super soldier from agents that didn’t see it like you.

It’s really a shame that a lot of agents of Shield itself thought so ill of the Sergeant. Maybe that’s why he didn’t like you, maybe he thought you were one of them.

You had to make sure he knew you weren’t.

Having made up your mind, you decided there was no better time like the present. You crossed the hall and knocked on his door, and after a few moments he opened.

"I know, Steve, don-" he interrupted himself the second he laid eyes on you.

"Sorry, not Steve. Clearly. I’m sorry to bother you, Sergeant Barnes, I just wanted to let you know that I don’t have anything against you. I know some agents feel like you should be held accountable for the things you were forced to do, and they’re not really afraid to get vocal about it, but I’m not one of them. I don’t think any of it was your fault. It may not matter much to you, after all you don’t seem to like me very much, but it’s important to me that you know this. You’re kind of my hero." you finished, a little embarrassed at admitting this to his face. He looked at you for a few moments and, just as you thought he was about to slam the door in your face, he grinned.

"I’m your hero, doll?" he asked, leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed in a way that made his biceps look huge and a smirk on his face.

After that you and Bucky became quick friends, spending more and more time together. Missions, training, down time, you were practically attached at the hip.

You were always careful not to let any feelings grow other than friendship and, mostly, it was easy.

There were some times where you somehow ended up flirting, but they were fleeting moments that passed as quickly as they came, and you decided, for your own peace of mind, to not overthink them and let it go every time.

Now, back to the present, the reason why you’re lost in your thoughts and feelings for Bucky.

You’re watching from a distance as Bucky smiles and laughs, happier than you’ve ever seen him surrounded by his friends, more relaxed than he’s ever been during a party.

You smile at his happiness, glad that he’s finally comfortable around pretty much everybody, but your face falls pretty fast as you see him wrap his right arm around her.

You’ve known Sharon for a while now, she was one of the agents in the list for the spot in the Avengers before you got it. You always felt like she resented you for it, like she should’ve been the one to get it because she was already close with some of the members of the team.

She was never openly hostile with you, but you did notice her hanging around Bucky more and more in the last few months. You didn’t think anything of it, but you were proved wrong just half an hour ago when Bucky started to introduce her to the avengers she didn’t already know as his girlfriend.

As soon as that word came out of his mouth, so casually you’d think he'd been saying it his whole life, you felt like you were gonna throw up.

It took all your skills to keep your face as neutral as possible, you felt like Sharon’s eyes were on you the whole time, trying to see every micro expression she could find to know what you were thinking.

But you were probably just imagining that, right?

You excused yourself as soon as you could and went straight to the bar to get the strongest drink Nat could make, which she handed to you with a knowing look while glancing behind you.

You barely had time to think before you felt his hand on your shoulder, feeling his body next to you but you didn't turn to look at him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

"Hey, doll, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about Sharon before, it’s still pretty new."

You tried to keep your voice as cheery as you normally would around him. "Why would you? It’s your relationship, why are you apologizing?"

He gave you a weird look you'd never seen before, before saying "Because we’re best friends? We usually tell each other everything… right?" he sounded a bit uncertain.

"Yeah, right, duh." you said, trying to give a genuine laugh "Well, it’s alright anyway, now I know! Stop worrying, just go be with her."

He looked around your face for a few more moments, like he was looking for something, before he said "ok, then." and left.

You managed to keep the smile on your face until you were sure he was gone, but dropped it as soon as you looked back ahead of you.

Taking another sip of your drink and making a face at how much alcohol was actually in it, you looked at Nat and, nodding, you left before she could comment on the scene you’re sure she just watched in its entirety.

So here you are now, in a corner watching people enjoy themselves, just like you used to do at parties with Bucky by your side, except you’re alone.

You try to look on the bright side, you really are, but you can find none.

You can't talk about it with anyone either since nobody knows about your feelings for the super soldier, except for Natasha who always seems to know everything, but you aren't too close with her and neither of you ever actually spoke about it out loud.

Not that you would've, you aren't the most outgoing person, usually keeping your feelings and most of your thoughts to yourself, with the exception of Bucky.

With him talking seems like the easiest thing in the world, it doesn't matter about what. He knows almost everything that he could possibly know about you, the only thing that you could never bring yourself to talk about is your feelings for him.

You feel a hand in the low of your back and, just as you're bringing your fist up, you realize it's just Steve. "Easy there, tiger." he chuckled, lowering your arm for you. "You seem a little on edge. Everything okay?"

"Everything’s just fine, Captain. You can salute your way to someone else now." His laugh makes you smile against your will.

"Okay, rookie, you don’t wanna talk about it." you roll your eyes at the old nickname, but he keep going, "you know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a party without your moping buddy."

You glance at Bucky, who's busy laughing it up with Clint and Laura, his arm still around Sharon. Your eyes find Steve’s again, and you simply shrug. "We’re allowed to do our own thing, aren’t we?"

"Of course you are... I was just wondering why you weren’t with him, that’s all."

You avoid his eyes while you quietly say, "he already has someone at his side tonight, doesn’t need me there."

"What’s that supposed to mean?" comes a voice from behind you.

Damn. The one moment you weren’t looking at him and he sneaks up on you.

You turn around and see him standing there, arms crossed in front of his chest, Sharon at his side with a smug look on her face that you convince yourself you’re just imagining.

"What’s what supposed to mean?" You try playing dumb, but you know Bucky can see right through that.

He raises an eyebrow at you expectantly but when you just shrug and give him your best confused look, he sighs and looks at Sharon. "Hey babe, can you get me a scotch from the bar? I’ll meet you there."

You don't know if you're more hurt at him calling her that or relieved at the fact that he didn’t use the nickname that was usually reserved for you.

She just nods and, without taking her eyes off of you, gives him a kiss on the lips. Okay, you definitely didn’t imagine that. As soon as she’s far enough, Bucky turns back to you.

"What’s wrong with you tonight?" He asks sharply.

"Excuse me? Who said there was something wrong with me?" You say defensively.

"Oh come on doll, you’ve been weird ever since Sharon got here. What’s the matter, do you not like her or something?"

You don't know what to say. You certainly aren't about to tell your best friend that the reason you don’t like his new girlfriend is because you have feelings for him. That’s not gonna end well for anybody. So you decide to just keep on denying.

"I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky, so why don’t you just go after you little girlfriend and enjoy your night with her."

"That, right there." he points at your face in a very accusatory manner. "What the fuck was that?"

"What was what?" you’re starting to raise your voice a little and swatting at his hand, getting annoyed at him for not letting this go.

"You’re being a jerk about Sharon, what is your problem with her?"

"I don’t have a problem with her!"

"Yes, you do!"

"Why are you trying to make this into a problem?!"

"Because I know you!" At this point you're both yelling.

"Well, clearly, you don’t know me as well as you think you do!" Lie.

"Why do you have to be so stubborn?! Just tell me what the hell is your problem!"

"Why do you care so much? Even if I had a problem, it’s my business, it’s not like I’m your girlfriend!" Bucky just looks at you with a face you’d never seen on him before and you can't decipher.

The whole room seems to go quiet as you two just look at each other for a few moments, then Bucky finally speaks.

"You’re right." he says, in a much quieter voice than a second before -you’re not my girlfriend. I just thought you were my friend. Guess I was wrong. I’ll go after my little girlfriend now."

You can't find it in you to say anything and, when you just look at him, he scoffs and turns around to make his way to the bar.

Slowly it feels like everyone else starts to go back to what they were doing before your yelling match stopped the party in its tracks, but you feel like you can't breath, let alone move, as you watch the spot where Bucky was standing just moments ago, tears starting to form in your eyes.

You can’t believe that just happened. Did Bucky really just say you aren’t his friend?

A hand on your shoulder brings you back to reality and you hear Steve saying "are you okay?" from next to you.

In all honesty, you forgot he was even there.

All that comes out of you is a broken sob before you turn around and make a run for the elevator, as fast as you can run in heels and a floor-length cocktail dress.

Steve runs after you, but there are too many people around that slow him down, and by the time he gets to the elevator the doors had just closed.

He waits to see where you would stop, assuming your shared floor but you never know. His eyebrows furrow in confusion and he pushes the button of the elevator, glad that he waited a second more.

When he gets to the roof it's so dark outside that it takes a second before he find you, and once he does he slowly gets close to you.

What he was not expecting was to find you sitting on the ground, hugging your knees and crying.

Steve sits down next to you and puts his arm around your shoulders wordlessly while you cry.

After you calmed down a bit he says "He’s really worried about you, Y/N. If there’s something going on, you should just tell him. He’ll understand…"

You think about it for a few minutes while you find a way to tell Steve what's going on.

"How do you tell someone that the reason you’re sad is because you love them?" you say with tears starting to form again in your eyes.

Steve can only stare at you, at a loss for words.

You hear something behind you and when you turn you see Bucky’s back, walking towards the elevator.

It doesn’t matter how long he was there for, he obviously heard you.

You look back at Steve that has an apologetic look on his face, confirming your fear. Damn super soldier hearing.

Well, it looks like your friendship with Bucky is officially dead.

Part 2

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abbyromanoff · 10 months

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WANDA MAXIMOFF MASTERLIST:

WHO I WILL WRITE FOR: Elizabeth Olsen, Wanda Maximoff (MCU), Jane Banner (Wind River), Therese (In Secret), Elle Brody (Godzilla), Leigh Shaw (Sorry For Your Loss), Taylor Sloane (Ingrid Goes West), Gerry (Very Good Girls)

Next Door Hottie (smut, small angst)

Mommy (smut, fluff)

My Wives (smut)

Assistance (smut, angst)

Obsessed (smut)

My Girl (smut, small angst/fluff)

Daddy Knows Best (smut)

Here To Help (smut, fluff)

My Love.. (smut, fluff)

Disobedience (smut)

A Guest (smut)

Two Is Better Than One (smut)

A Deal Is A Deal (smut)

Try It (smut, small angst)

Yours Again (smut, angst)

The Phone Call (smut)

Too Late (angst)

Pierced (smut)

Anywhere Anytime (smut)

Mommy’s Day (smut, fluff)

Keep Going (small smut, angst, comfort)

The Lucky Winner (smut)

The Keeper Of Her Cold, Wretched heart (angst, smut)

Closer (smut, fluff)

Sweater Weather (smut, fluff)

Mother Natures Tears And Fears (angst, fluff, comfort)

Lost In The Pleasure (smut, fluff)

Can’t Help Falling In Love (fluff)

Taste Of Desire (smut)

Cruel Girl (smut, dark)

Follow My Lead (smut)

Eyes Don’t Lie (smut)

You’ll Always Be Mine (angst, dark!!)

Hate Me? Or Love Me? (angst, smut, fluff) (Jane Banner)

Bunny (smut)

Visions (angst, fluff)

Older (smut)

You Deserve Better Than That (angst, fluff)

Attention-Seeker (angst, fluff)

Pick Or Choose (angst, fluff) (Lizzie)

Drunk In Love (fluff) (Lizzie)

…Hate Me (angst, fluff)

Someone New (But I Still Love You)

You Are Loved… (fluff, angst) (Elizabeth Olsen)

Spider-Woman!Wanda (fluff, smut)

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sapphosclosefriend · 2 years

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Hey lovely people!

I'm finally writing part 4 of Expect the Unexpected! I already have a general outline of what's going to happen but I'd love to hear any of your ideas!!!!

(It's finally time for prom!)

#expect the unexpected #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x f!reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff smut #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x female reader #black widow fluff #black widow smut #marvel #mcu

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sleepisaturn · 2 years

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romantic lover

PAIRING—natasha romanoff x gf!fem!reader

SUMMARY—Natasha's many ways to say I love you, without actually having to say it to you

WARNINGS—pure fluff, established relationship, Natasha's a romantic, GAYYYY, Natasha's a lesbian, allusions to sex?

A/N—The writing probably sucks but I loved the concept so much I just had to write it, ALSO MY FIRST NAT FIC 😍

Natasha could say I love you in many different ways, in many different languages even but she says I love you the most when she doesn't actually say it.

She says I love you through her actions, through the little things and you don't care because for you—it's the little things that matter the most.

Natasha doesn't have a problem saying she loves you, the relationship has gone on long enough that she's comfortable in saying what she truly feels but you can't help but be touched because you can clearly feel her genuine love for you even without having to say it.

You couldn't help but love Natasha Romanoff more with her four special ways of secretly saying " I love you ".

KISSES

Natasha kissed you in a lot of ways, from small pecks or needy kisses that lead to a very hot make out session.

She had a way of kissing you that clearly meant I love you, she'd start with a one minute kiss with her soft lips to yours, then a brief kiss to your nose accompanied by an eskimo kiss, and lastly a gentle peck to your forehead while her gentle hand cupped the side of your face. She'd do this the most often, especially when leaving for yet another mission.

You love Natasha endlessly and even more because she never gets tired of showing immense affection for every part of you. She'd kiss your hands in the gentlest manner, from a peck to your palms to a peck on your knuckles as she keeps her eyes on your reddening cheeks.

She'd also never get tired of making you as red as her enemy's blood.

The most favored kiss by you, is the long lasting type, the one's she'd give that are so needy and full of passion. The kiss that makes you out of breath as you pull away because it feels overwhelming, that's the kiss that makes you feel all the feelings Natasha buries, the kiss that shows her vulnerability. She'd never be afraid to show you her vulnerability, her utmost sincere love for you because she'd never want to make you think that she doesn't love you enough.

ACTS OF SERVICE

She'd never get sick of doing things for you, for the sole reason that everything she does is for you because all Natasha would want is for you to be happy.

Natasha tries to make it subtle and not noticeable but having a spy as a girlfriend makes you learn a thing or two. You'd never point it out, slightly afraid she'd stop doing these little things for you if you said anything about it. Not just because your girlfriend's a trained spy but it's because you notice everything about Natasha, you watch her like she hung the moon and all of the stars. In your point of view, Natasha's the world and that just means you watch her and everything she does because for you—everything she does is simply extraordinary.

When she eats, she always gives you the first piece because you deserve to have everything, even the first chip from the bag. She also does the opposite and save you the last piece of everything, like the last slice of pizza or the last slice of cake.

She also doesn't hesitate to let you take her heart piece by piece. As the time goes, you've taken almost every part of Natasha. You've also taken full ownership of her heart as you chipped piece by piece through the years as well as taking down the walls that she built.

Natasha will always be yours as you are hers, you'd always own her while heart because she knows you'll never break it, not intentionally anyways.

MORNING COFFEE

Simple things like coffee made you have another special thing with your girlfriend.

Every morning would never be boring as you wake up to the most breathtaking view. The view of Natasha's face laid against a soft pillow as her wavy red hair contrasts against the sun looking like it's in flames. Your morning view couldn't get any better as you admire Natasha's sleeping form, her naked back peppered with kisses that lead her to wake up with a small nose crunch and a wide smile.

Every morning the two of you would have the routine of making coffee together and drinking the hot beverage while conversing about anything possible. You enjoyed sitting down as the sun shined peeking against the blinds and as you drank your coffee while talking to your lover.

You'd never get sick of Natasha's coffee, she made coffee as you simply get the matching dark red mugs and wait for the coffee in her embrace. She likes making coffee, only if its for herself or for you because it didn't feel like a chore or a duty but a habit she liked.

You can see the spark in her eyes as you both take the first sips of coffee with eyes locked.

HUGS

Every touch Natasha gives, gives you life. She's not much for hugs but she'd never ever pass the opportunity to give you one or to pass a hug given by you.

The first few hugs you've shared were brief and short but you knew she loved them anyways as you feel here tightening her embrace every time you give her a hug.

Your hugs were a source of energy for Natasha, a day without your hug felt like hell. The hugs you gave were a necessity for her, a hug that she needs to feel, a hug that feels like home.

All the hugs she shares with you are the longest, and if she could she'd make the hugs last a lifetime, because that's what she'd want a lifetime of hugs—with you.

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neeuqiakeht · 4 months

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Y/N: have i ever told you how much i love you?

Natasha: we are not stopping at McDonalds

Y/N: this is bullshit

#incorrect self insert quotes #y/n #self insert #self insert x canon #oc x canon #f/o #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #incorrect marvel quotes

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buckyysdoll · 9 months

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๋࣭ ⭑ — 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ๋࣭ ⭑

જ⁀➴ — 18+ MDNI — summary: random little hcs for a few marvel characters, based on the title above — x f!reader —includes: bucky, steve, tony, natasha, wanda, mcu! peter parker; a/n: idk how i feel about this one?? mentions of dark! bucky + dark!steve, sexual innuendo, sort of hints at dark!natasha xx

MAIN MASTERLIST

જ⁀➴ — 𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒 — his jaw sets, eyes immediately harden on whoever you’re with. because of his past, and his own insecurities, jealousy comes so easy to him — he tries hard to hide it, doesn’t want to seem possessive of you, but the thoughts come and are hard to stop. the guy that won’t stop flirting with you must obviously have some kind of death wish, and you know that he’s gonna be more of the silent, brooding type — well, just cos it’s him <3 so, he’ll just keep a hand on you for the whole entire night, if he can — held at your waist, on your thigh, in your own; anywhere to show the world that you’re his <3

╰┈➤ — in other thoughts, dark!bucky will also stay silent for most of the night, but when you meet his eyes throughout you’ll see that look, and your stomach will flip. you’ll know without a doubt that you’ve now landed yourself in trouble, but you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t turn you on to think of what he’ll demand for it later <3

જ⁀➴ — 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 — i don’t really feel that he’d get that jealous with you, to be honest; or yes he would, but he’d be more casual about it — your communication has always been open. in general, he’s just secure enough in your relationship that he doesn’t feel too threatened by others, so he’ll just settle for an arm at your waist and try to talk with you, to join in your joy.

╰┈➤ — or, alternatively, hc for dark!steve — things turn out a little bit different. he’ll easily play along with whatever you’re doing, join in with your conversation; you’ll think that he’s fine, until you’re back at the compound and suddenly he’s not quite so chatty anymore. you’ll ask him what’s wrong; “was it something i did?” and he’ll just shoot you a look. slowly walk over, take your chin between thumb and forefinger and just say — “yes, it was” in that soft, deadly whisper that has your legs clenching on nothing, already.

જ⁀➴ — 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐊 — is instantly catty. doesn’t even care how he shows it, either. tony’ll resort to his old, trusted coping mechanisms of sarcasm, arrogance, disdain; makes it quite plain just what he thinks of the presumptuous asshole at the bar. trust me when i say he will not try mincing his words — he’ll make it embarrassing when you’re only just talking to someone at one of his stark business functions. tony won’t stop grilling him, hiding his ire behind a tight lipped smile that doesn’t quite meet his eyes — doesn’t know how to show what he’s actually feeling even when in an established relationship. the truth is just that he would much rather push you away — before you did it, first.

જ⁀➴ — 𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅 — shows her displeasure through the weapon she often does use — blatant sex appeal, beauty. she’ll seek out the first person she can flirt with, even if you’re just absently chatting; you have to know, in her cunning and conniving way, that two can play at this game. you know it’s a test though, judging by the way that her eyes are on you all the while, even as she toys with some random guy’s tie or lean’s close to whisper into a girl’s ear. all the while she’s gauging your reaction with each move that she makes, seeking the sweetness of your breaking point. filthy jealous sex will ensue <3

જ⁀➴ — 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐗𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐅𝐅 — like bucky, is inwardly damning the bastard to hell, but will keep it contained. she’ll just lay her head on your shoulder as she stands close beside you while you’re talking to them, presses small kisses to the side of your neck, or your hand; subtle ways to reclaim your attention

જ⁀➴ — 𝐌𝐂𝐔! 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐑 — okay, this boy doesn’t have a dark bone in his body, and will just be inwardly wrecked. he really doesn’t want to feel jealous, he hates it; has no claim on who you can talk to. peter knows you have every single right to spend time with whoever, that the choice is just yours; and yet he still can’t ignore the slight pang in his chest as he watches your head tip back, as he sees how you laugh at something he hasn’t said — at the dickhead from one of your classes. he’ll try to blame it on just indigestion, anything, even as his throat constricts with something ugly. it’s an emotion that he doesn’t dare to quite define just yet, so will instead settle for seeing you happy in whatever form that takes. even so though, just like wanda, i see your soft boy doing subtle things for your attention — playing with your hair or laying his head in your lap, just so needy and sweet.

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𝑚𝑎𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 • 𝑤. 𝑚𝑎𝑥𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑓𝑓 & 𝑛. 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑜𝑓𝑓

a/n: I don't have anything to say about this except uh.. I love this massive beast of a fic and I hope y'all love it too. Thanks to all of you who were patient and understanding about me having to step away from posting this AU publicly, this is for y'all 💖

warnings: This is an 18+ AU, minors DNI; smut, oh so much smut; strap-on use (r receiving); oral; spanking; degradation; a bit of humiliation for the funsies; mommy/daddy kink; face sitting; overstim; pet names; top!Natasha; switch!Wanda; soft aftercare and feelings at the end

words: 6.6K

summary: Private Hire AU; it was finally time for you to get your reward... if the sight of your bosses fucking don't kill you first

private hire au. || main masterlist.

Natasha hadn’t really waited for a response, directing you both to their shared master bedroom with a firm but gentle tug on your arms. You’d followed silently, your head too full to focus on whatever conversation the two women a few feet ahead of you were having. Natasha had clicked the heavy bedroom door closed behind you, a singular crook of her finger taking you away from where you hovered by the wall. “There’s nothing to be scared of sweetheart, no one here is going to harm you.” The sincerity in the redhead’s eyes was so intense you nearly looked away, but still, you trusted her.

Turns out Natasha didn’t think Wanda needed much kindness.

You didn’t remember how exactly Natasha had stripped Wanda of her clothes, but it didn’t matter. All of that was easy to forget when the brunette was riding the silicone toy strapped to her wife’s bare hips so perfectly. She braced herself with her hands on Natasha’s shoulders and selfishly, you hated how it blocked the full view of Wanda’s breasts as she rocked back and forth. “Fuck, right there—”

The noises she made confirmed how close she was; something about Natasha exercising her cruelty in the bedroom never failed to drive Wanda to near insanity. Maybe because only Natasha would ever wield such power over her; she could safely let go and be at the redhead’s mercy without fear that she’d use that same power to undermine her either in their marriage or with others. Natasha was her safe space.

You wanted to be that for Wanda too; not control, but please her so well she had no choice but to lose her composure. Imagining yourself in Natasha’s place was too impactful of a thought, leaving you squirming where you sat kneeled away from them on the large bed.

Natasha caught it, eyebrow quirking as she saw your eyes glued to where the toy disappeared and reappeared between Wanda’s legs. She wondered if you knew how obvious you were being; if Wanda’s eyes weren’t screwed shut, she would’ve wanted to remember the longing look on your face forever. Still, Natasha would happily let you have what you earned after you’d been so agreeable with her the other day. Unlike her wife, she believed in instant gratification… for herself.

“You gonna cum, baby?” Her hand rested on Wanda’s hip, guiding her along while she nodded frantically. She was so pretty like this, it was a struggle not to give Wanda what she wanted, but Natasha was still getting started. It was too early to let her finish; there’d be plenty of time for that later. “Not until you make me first.”

Wanda’s whines were pitiful as Natasha pulled her away, clearly resisting, twisting and turning out of her wife’s strong grip. Just once she wished Natasha would just… give in, but when she set her mind to something, she was unshakeable. Still, all she wanted was one tiny orgasm, “No, Tasha, please-”

“Ah ah, that’s not my name, is it?” You watched as Natasha barely flinched, manhandling Wanda to kneel between her thighs, effortlessly maneuvering her harness out of the way to free space where she pushed Wanda’s head. As much as this was for Wanda, Natasha felt she’d earned the right to be self-serving for a moment. Wanda still needed to make up for missing her dinner. What better way than with her desperate wife going down on her?

Wanda bit her tongue and fought the urge to roll her eyes, holding back only to stay in Natasha’s good graces. She needed to cum tonight; she was painfully close already, her cunt clenching around nothing again as a bitter reminder. Natasha was always so full of herself; Wanda hated how attracted she was to it. “Sorry, daddy..”

She barely managed to get it out before Natasha was shoving her face to meet swollen, pink lips.

Natasha’s head fell back against the headboard with a dull thud, her hand tight in Wanda’s hair as she devoured her with a confident skill only longtime lovers had. Once again you wished you could switch places with Natasha, having cum so many times to the fantasy of Wanda rewarding you for your good work with her head buried between your legs. “Fuck, Wanda.. just like that…”

The praise had Wanda rubbing her thighs together for friction, an act that Natasha couldn’t let slide. Fun as it was to watch Wanda try to get herself off, it was about time she gave you a task. “Come closer, dove. I need you to hold mommy’s legs apart.”

Embarrassingly you scrambled at the chance to touch, holding one of Wanda’s calves firmly. Theoretically it gave you something to do with your hands, but quickly you realized just how torturous it was. The new angle let you see Wanda spread open, bent over in a way that meant her sex was on full view— you needed to taste her more than anything in the world. She was visibly wet, thighs slick with evidence of her own need; Wanda was so so close, but you didn’t have permission.

You let out a whine of your own, arousal clouding your brain. Wanda was too busy to acknowledge you, but Natasha never missed a thing. “What’s the matter, wish she was doing this to you?” Her tone was clearly mocking, even when distracted by Wanda pushing her tongue past her entrance slowly and steadily.

Given the situation you found yourself in, it was understandable you’d want to participate, but you still flushed at the thought of admitting it, “Y-Yes, I do…” Natasha chuckled, low and breathy, holding Wanda’s head still to fuck her face freely. She was enjoying herself way too much, the sheer authority Natasha wielded over the both of you threatening to make her fall apart even faster. Letting Wanda have a pet really was the best decision they’d ever made.

“She is extremely good with her mouth,” The redhead let Wanda pull away just enough to take in air, shuddering as her hot breath hit her wet skin. She was back in an instant though, sucking and licking at Natasha’s clit with slow, languid strokes, taking the bud past her lips because she knew that was her wife’s favorite. Blunt nails scratched at the base of Wanda’s skull, a sensitive spot that left Wanda moaning into Natasha softly. As dominating as Nat was, she was still powerless to her wife. She was gorgeous and brilliant and oh so pretty to look at, wide, pleading eyes and all.

Wanda worked at her until thick thighs clamped around her head, temporarily muffling any noises that weren’t her tongue messily sliding through Natasha’s wet sex. She forgot about her own need long enough to carry Natasha through her orgasm, nudging her nose against her sensitive bud until the grip loosened and she was free to sit back on her own arms. “See, you can behave when you want to.”

There was a mental note made that, despite her defiance, Wanda’s praise kink ran deep because every word Natasha uttered had Wanda visibly soaking even after going untouched; the urge to just lean in that one short distance and clean up where she was dripping. “Mommy…” You only realized you’d pleaded for her aloud when the older woman was laughing again and Wanda pushed her hips back towards you in invitation. She almost made you give in, but Natasha’s warning look kept you still with a pout.

“I prefer you so much more when you’re a good girl for me.” Natasha went back to what she was saying, running her fingers through Wanda’s long hair. She was so sweet when she was agreeable; they just had so much more fun, “Instead of mumbling and grumbling like a bitch because I played with your toy a little while you were gone.”

That must’ve been Wanda’s last straw because she bit her wife’s thigh, hard. There was no way it didn’t hurt, you winced just having witnessed it, but Natasha’d had way worse. They were known to get painfully rough with one another, but Natasha yanked Wanda up until their faces inches apart with such ferocity that you audibly gasped. “You think that’s funny?”

The brunette must not have been expecting such a strong reaction either, begging for something as soon as she opened her mouth. Through her rambling words, you were sure you heard an ‘I’m sorry,’ but Natasha’s face remained hard, no mercy to be found. Wanda was farther from you now, but on all fours she was still visible; in your single mindedness, you ignored Natasha’s berating to instead watch Wanda’s trembling thighs and what lay between.

“You say sorry, bat those pretty eyelashes, and I always go easy on you.” If Natasha was ‘easy’ so far, you were morbidly curious what true punishment entailed. Her hands roamed over Wanda’s naked form until they reached her backside, offering a deceptively gentle pat before grabbing her possessively, “but not today. I think you’ve forgotten what real consequences look like.”

Wanda protested incoherently, shaking her head as if that’d do anything to sway her wife’s new plan of action. “I mean it, I swear. I’m sorry!” She didn’t mean it; needy as she was, Wanda didn’t regret biting Natasha. Even she had limits when you were present, wanting you to still see her having some form of control, but Natasha could care less. And she could see right through Wanda’s empty apology.

“You will be when I’m through with you-” Natasha uttered something in her native Russian, a phrase that left Wanda mewling, but it was nothing compared to the pitiful noises made as her lover delivered a painful slap to her round ass. You wished you picked up on languages better only so you could fully appreciate Wanda’s Sokovian pleas; whatever it was, it didn’t change her treatment one bit.

Wanda only lasted through five swats before she tensed, fingers gripping Natasha’s sides as her thighs shook and you knew she was cumming. You could’ve watched the sight forever; Wanda’s hips stuttering and bucking around nothing so close to you. Frenzied eyes darted to the woman leaning against the headboard, half expecting her to be disappointed in Wanda’s sudden break, but Natasha was highly amused, looking perfectly pleased with herself.

It wasn’t the first time she’d seen Wanda cum that way and she knew how much Wanda hated it— to her, it was empty, unsatisfying, embarrassing. All it did was worsen the need already clawing at her skin. The punishment of a spanking had been a calculated means to an end; Wanda was still so on edge, she wouldn’t be surprised if tears were falling down her red cheeks. She was right where Natasha wanted her. Fake pity written clearly all across her face, she hooked a finger under Wanda’s chin to bring her into a bruising kiss, “What a desperate little slut.”

Wanda’s arms gave out then, falling into Natasha wordlessly while she tried to process the painful stings on her ass amidst her aftershocks. It was silent for a few moments, Natasha knowing enough to allow Wanda time to catch her breath. Games aside, she wouldn’t let her love get so overwhelmed that pleasure turned to true pain. Natasha looked at you then, taking in your fists balled into the sheets and tightly clenched thighs— you’d been so dutifully patient, it was admirable really. She didn’t think she could last as long as you did without simply taking what she wanted from Wanda. “So tense over there… what’s on your mind?”

Had you not been denied so long maybe you would’ve kept quiet, but you had laser focus on Wanda and your need was so obvious, the words could’ve spoken themselves. If speaking up could even slightly get you closer to what you want, you’d talk forever. “I wanna kiss her pussy, daddy.”

“I know you do, dove.” Natasha beckoned you closer and in your eagerness, you let her position you as she pleased, head laid on the pillow a small bit away from where she sat against the headboard. You relaxed as much as you could, the bed impossibly soft against your rigid body, waiting anxiously for your next instruction. “You’ve been so good, helping me with this one’s surprise, letting me invade your bed the past two nights… you’re long overdue for a reward.” As she spoke, Natasha moved Wanda like she was hoisting a box, quick and efficient in depositing her atop you, one leg on either side of your head.

She was close enough now you could feel the heat radiating off of her and you licked your lips, staring up at Wanda with wide eyes that were teary with desire. She was big on you using your words, but she gave you a pass this time, just once when your eyes were glued to her cunt and practically drooling with need. “Go on, baby. Make mommy cum..”

You were on her the second you could reach, devouring her with a vigor even you didn’t know you had. She was just as sweet as you’d imagined, hot and sinfully wet. Wanda was still sensitive from her unplanned orgasm and your eagerness was quickly bringing her to another, but she didn’t want to cum again so soon. Not when she’d already done so humiliatingly easily a few moments prior, but it was proving way too hard to continue to hold back. “Fuck, your mouth feels so good..”

You hummed as her hands found your hair, raking her fingers through it until she had a good hold on your head. She rocked herself methodically, zero trace of shyness as she moaned each time you dragged your tongue through her sex. Wanda knew what she wanted you, unlike Natasha, weren’t in any position to tell her no. When you flattened the smooth muscle, Wanda’s grip faltered, the rough surface of your tongue against her clit leaving her shuddering.

“O-Oh… stay right there, stay still for me, sweetheart-” Hard as she tried to hold back, Wanda’s hips betrayed her, she was cumming again with a sigh and you let her freely have her way with your mouth even as she tugged hard at your hair.

When you started to slow, wanting to draw out the experience you’d waited so long for, Natasha shook her head and placed a steadying hand on Wanda’s hip. “Ah ah, your job’s not done that quickly, not yet.” Assuming Natasha was simply conveying what Wanda couldn’t as she caught her breath, you were quick to bury your face back into her cunt, the deep groan from above relaxing the last of your nerves.

Wanda’s movements were getting out of sync, clearly ready to succumb and, helpful as you were, wrapped your arms around Wanda’s thighs to pull her down. “Wait-”

“Put your hands on the headboard.” It was probably the most demanding thing you’d ever said to her, but your brain was stuck on one goal and that was tasting Wanda as long as she’d let you. Shockingly, she complied with your demand, even settling her hips so you could lap at her to your heart’s content, but she was whining, wiggling to get a moment away from your tongue that refused to let up.

“What’s wrong, honey? I thought you wanted this.” Natasha was at the perfect angle to antagonize Wanda, forcing the brunette’s head towards her with a strong grip on her chin. Wanda hated that Natasha wouldn’t just keep her mouth shut. She wasn’t ashamed of her thoughts, not at all, but it was a whole other thing entirely to let you hear what she’d confessed privately to Natasha. “All those times you’ve mumbled about our precious little dove, watching her practically beg to fuck you just to say no and fantasize about it more?”

It was hard to make out what Wanda was saying, her sentences cut apart with small noises as soft as she was, but the ‘yes’ you heard confirmed that your boss thought about you as much as you did her. Unfortunately the conversation alone was enough to bring you close to soaking your underwear. Natasha tried to take pity on you, removing the last garment you wore, but she’d barely brushed you before Wanda slapped her wife’s hand away.

“Don’t.” You only had a chance to be upset for a minute before Wanda pushed down on your shoulders, putting your mouth back to work. Reminded of her earlier anger, you whined against her folds, eyes searching for hers to persuade Wanda’s unshakeable will. “None of that, you’d better not start, you little slut.”

You whimpered a sorry that she must’ve heard because Wanda was smoothing your hair back gently with a whispered ‘you’re okay, little one,’ reassuring you enough that you knew you weren’t in any trouble. She never wanted to scare you again how she had earlier; you were too delicate for that. You nuzzled the inside of her thigh with your cheek, letting her know you were okay before she held the hard wood in front of her again… just in time for you to slide your tongue inside her tight entrance.

But Natasha wasn’t deterred by the same warnings you were; if Wanda still felt bold enough to be a brat, they were all far from done. “You’re so selfish, you know, not even letting your wife touch your toys until you have. If she weren’t so obsessed with you, she might’ve gone off to date someone else by now.” Wanda visibly bristled— she knew you never would, but Natasha being right made her want to roll her eyes for a completely different reason.

If you hadn’t been fucking her just right with your tongue, maybe she could have. As it was, her eyes fell shut and Natasha’s supportive hands were the only reason her head didn’t completely fall back. “Oh.. d-don’t stop that..” You wouldn’t dream of it, not when Wanda was dripping onto your chin and she let you guide her into the perfect shared tempo.

“There you go, keep fucking her like that and she’ll come apart for you in no time. She just loves being taken care of. Isn’t that right, dear?” Wanda nodded without realizing, knuckles white on the headboard as she focused on the tip of your nose brushing over her sensitive bud. She was close again and this time Wanda was going to warn you, but then you were curling your tongue and she was clenching around it, her third orgasm of the night leaving stars in her vision.

You hadn’t stopped yet though, cleaning her up even as your jaw tired. Greediness kept your arms around her thighs, waiting until the moment you’d gotten your fill of her to let her go. So far, you haven't even come close. “Sensitive…”

Natasha cut in quicker than you could loosen your grip. “Don’t stop, dove, you can keep going.” You obeyed the redhead’s command, licking at Wanda’s swollen center even as her legs clenched around your head.

Wanda was well on her way to shaking, jerking wildly as you held her tighter than you ever had to before. It wouldn’t be the first time she cracked a headboard, but she liked this one enough that she wanted to keep it intact. “Stop, stop! Malyshka, I can’t-”

“She can. Keep going on and see what happens.” You were inclined to believe Natasha; as much as she loved to push buttons, she would never put her wife in a truly unwanted position especially when she was too powerless to truly get herself out. For your part, the sight of Wanda convulsing above you was too good of a view to pass up, taking mischievous pleasure in the way she jumped each time you pinched her clit between your teeth just the slightest bit. “You wanted to cum? Well now you’re going to give me one more.”

Her cries weren’t new to you. You’d heard them many a night after you’d come home from the bar and if you ever spotted them, it was always attached to Natasha pushing Wanda’s limits until she broke. Frequently it was all you could think about when you had moments to yourself, brain filled with the fantasy and now that it was right in front of you, there was no way you couldn’t make it a reality, even if it was just this once. “No, it’s too much! I can’t.. I’m gonna-”

“You will.” Natasha was so sure of it, you knew you had to make Wanda fall over that edge she was fighting against just one more time. You hadn’t thought your face could be more soaked than it already was, but Wanda proved you wrong. This time she came with a sharp gasp, tensing around your head until all Wanda took over each of your senses. All you could smell, see, taste was the brunette and you never wanted to leave. She’d made a mess of your mouth and chin, surely dripping past your cheeks and onto the pillows by now, but none of it bothered you and absentmindedly you wondered if this feeling right now was better than any orgasm.

“I told you, she’s always got something up her sleeve.” Vaguely you were aware of Natasha pulling Wanda away from you, mostly by the lack of warmth around your head, but you laid still, perfectly content. Natasha hovered above you, a wide grin plastered across her face. “You did so well, dove...” She leant in close for a kiss, something you thought a sweet gesture until she was licking over your lips. At first you parted them and she indulged you, dominating the kiss as she nipped along the shape of your mouth.

After a while Natasha pulled away, her tongue drawing a line up your throat as a lonely whine erupted from it. You’d just been so consumed, it hurt to be left alone and you needed her back, even if she was only a few inches apart. “Tash…” The nickname slipped out before you could stop it, but Natasha didn’t correct you; maybe she was too aroused to care this time.

“Hush, baby, you’re alright.” She kissed you again, the two of you sharing the lingering taste of Wanda and moaning into each other. “I think it’s safe to say you made her happy enough to finally give you what you want.”

Natasha hoisted you up to your knees, taking in your current state of disarray in mock concern. “Oh you poor thing, so tense…” Her hand slipped between your thighs, dragging two skilled fingers through your folds where you were positively dripping. It took almost no time for you to whimper and beg for more attention, hips jerking wildly for anything you could find. The two other women found it painfully enticing, the deep hunger to finally fully claim you as theirs rising. “Wands, can you take care of her yet? Or can I keep her occupied for you first?”

The brunette shot up at her proposal, eyes still a tad hazy, but determined. “Get your own if you want someone first, sweetheart.” Wanda had to stretch to grab at her nightstand, standing on shaky legs only long enough to secure the harness you’d waited to see for so long. You were drooling, you were sure; the sight of the thick toy both intimidating and leaving you feeling more empty than you’d ever felt before.

“That’s what I have you for.” Natasha mocked, pecking her wife’s cheeks once she’d settled back onto the mattress. Meanwhile, you were practically leaping into Wanda’s arms, wrapping yourself around her just to cling to anything at all. Wanda let Natasha’s comment go in favor of shushing you, hands rubbing over your back while you frantically pushed your face into the crook of her neck. She knew what you needed, even without your muffled whining and as you pressed your pelvis against her strap at just the right angle to let your neglected clit have the most enticing friction, Wanda was more than excited to give you everything you wanted and more.

“Calm down, I’m right here. Mommy’s got you..” You let up just enough to plead with her, eyes wide with need; when she testingly pressed the tip against your entrance, it took everything in you to wait and not just sit on it instantly. “Now?”

You nodded wildly, completely sure of yourself at that moment. “Yes, god please.. I need you so bad!” Wanda hummed as she pushed you down onto her strap, fueled by you saying you needed her specifically. If only you knew she needed you just as much, thriving off just how dependent you were on her. Natasha came behind you to hold your hips, thankfully just in time because without her, you’d have gone fully limp. The simple feeling of being full of Wanda, finally sitting in her lap where you were stretched and ready for her… you were trying so hard not to cum on the spot. “Move.. please..”

In the future, Wanda would make sure to coerce you to ride her, but tonight, you were beyond gone; there was no way you’d have the focus to do so. She started slow, judging how well you’d adjusted to the toy, but the pace wore on you both and it only took a minute or two before she was fucking into you steadily. “Don’t worry, dove. I’ll take care of you, you don’t have to do anything.”

You nodded as best you could, trying so hard not to cry out too soon even as Natasha moved your hips in time with Wanda’s thrusts. There was no way you could’ve kept up without the other woman’s help, Wanda’s now fast motions forcing any thoughts that weren’t on the burning stretch between your legs far, far away. If you died right here, you wouldn’t notice, way too caught up in the women sandwiching you to be bothered with anything else. “M-Mommy.. feels good…”

It felt way more than just good, both Wanda and Natasha could tell you were almost completely blissed out in just a few minutes of their focus turned to you. Maybe if you could spare a moment to process your situation, it’d be embarrassing how close you were so quickly. Try as you might, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. You’d waited too long to mind anymore.

“Is mommy fucking you real good, baby?” Natasha’s lips were right at your ear, her grip tight on your sides as she kept you in place, “Is it everything your needy little pussy dreamed of?” She could only assume you were agreeing with her, your noises as incoherent as they were loud. One look at Wanda and she could tell her wife was oh so pleased with herself, the payoff from denying all three of you clearly oh so worth it for her. Natasha was the one known for control, but Wanda was nowhere near lacking. Hers came in subtle ways such as this, waiting until you were obsessed, hopelessly dependent, and far too deep to realize she was always the one getting her way.

Wanda stroked your cheek slowly, gently, trying to coax you into taking a few deep breaths. She doubted you realized you were mumbling against her skin, begging almost silently; it was so cute, Wanda nearly wished she was filming you. No matter, there was always next time. “No one even had to prep you.. You were just so ready for us, weren’t you?” She watched your head fall back as she shifted her angle, hitting that perfect spot and making you give up any hope of keeping your orgasm at bay.

A strong hand pulled your chin down until Wanda was in view once more. She was saying something about wanting to watch you, but you couldn’t respond, your entire body fixated on finally reaching the high you’d dreamt of for so long. “...need to cum.. please-”

Both women chuckled at your babbling, faintly registering Natasha’s lips on your shoulder as Wanda cracked a smile, “This is your reward, baby doll. You can cum whenever you’d like, go on, you earned it.”

“Thank you mommy…!” It couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before you were cumming, cunt clenching hard on Wanda’s strap while she fucked you through such blinding ecstasy, you were sure your bones had gone soft. There wasn’t a moment you’d been left alone, either Wanda or Natasha’s hands somewhere on your body, keeping you grounded even as you felt completely untethered. You wished you could thank them for their attentiveness, but your jaw was helplessly slack.

What finally brought you back was Wanda carefully lifting you from her lap, your still tingling legs trying and failing to keep you locked down. She was unfazed by your protests, shushing you like she would a child, “Shh, don’t make a fuss, you’ve been so good. You’re going to let Natty have a turn with you.” As soon as Wanda finished speaking, you shut up, immediately ready to be filled again. You hadn’t stopped thinking about the bulge you’d felt under Natasha’s pants two nights prior, or how amazing it would feel taking you apart.

The second the tip of her strap nudged your entrance, you tried to sink down on it, but Natasha held you firm, preferring to lead you down on it herself. Even then it didn’t take long, your first orgasm from Wanda leaving you open and easy to use. “You took it all so quickly… gonna let me fuck you now, sweetheart?” You were nodding before she could finish, pushing your hips back into her in desperation, already craving another orgasm from the redhead behind you. Her hand snaked around your front, spread fingers pushing into your lower belly despite your whines, “Can you feel me filling you up, dove? Pressing into your sweet tummy?”

“Mhmm.. ‘love it..” And truly, you did. Something about the near painful fullness between your legs was addicting and you never wanted to let it go. But then Natasha drew back, leaving you shockingly empty just long enough for her to shove herself back in. Unlike Wanda, Natasha’s pace was instantly brutal, rendering you speechless each time she bottomed out in your stretched cunt, “Daddy… t-that’s hard-”

You couldn’t see Natasha, only hear her fake pity, mocking your pleas while her teeth scraped down the back of your neck. She wasn’t apologetic in the slightest; you wanted her to fuck you, this is what it was like. “Aww, did someone think I’d be gentle like my wife? Don’t be so fragile, you can take it.”

Strained arms tightened around Wanda’s neck, leaning on her completely as your panting turned heavy. “Natalia, be careful, don’t hurt her.” Natasha rolled her eyes, not once even thinking of letting up. Wanda always treated you like such a precious porcelain doll, but cherished as you may be, Natasha knew you weren’t unhappy.

Not when you were soaking her strap so much she could slide you up and down like it was nothing. “She can take it, Wanda. She loves it.. Isn’t that right, little one, daddy’s tough girl.” You moaned out against Wanda’s collarbone, bracing yourself for the next wave of pleasure you were just out of reach from. Wanda pulled your head back for a kiss just as you began to cry out, the brunette swallowing your sinful noises as your hips stuttered and shook atop Natasha’s thighs. There was no way the sheets beneath you weren’t ruined, evidence of your orgasm smeared over both you and Nat.

You took a breath, tried to at least, but Natasha’s thrusts never let up, keeping you on the edge of something equal parts intoxicating and overwhelming just like the woman herself. “Can’t.. no more..” But this time it was Wanda who spoke up, pressing quick kisses over your flushed nose and cheeks while her hand slid between the two of you.

“Just do one more. For the both of us, please, baby?” You wanted to cry, you were going to, tears filling your eyes as two fingers rubbed over your swollen bud. It was all too much and not enough; you needed both of them to let you fall just once more— if only you could stay coherent long enough to reach it. You felt like your whole body was spasming, every touch Wanda or Natasha gave almost stinging your skin, but you didn’t want it to end. Not ever.

Natasha came to a slow stop, working you down as steadily as she’d brought you up. You were thankful for it really, much too used to being left alone once you’d finished; this was infinitely nicer. When she backed up to ease you out, Wanda took over and encouraged you to rest your exhausted body atop hers which you did readily. “You did amazing, such a good job… How do you feel?”

Speaking would still be too much, your throat tight from your long night. Instead you snuggled into Wanda, hoping your happy hums against her chest would be enough to soothe any concerns she may have. If her gentle coddling was any indication, she understood. “Good girl. You just lay here and if you need anything, let me know however you can. Do you understand?”

You nodded your agreement, finding Wanda’s hand to give it a weak squeeze as she settled against the headboard to allow you both to stretch your legs. Natasha was the one to pull a blanket over the two of you before sliding in next to her wife. With a lazy peek upwards, you saw Natasha whisper something indiscernible into Wanda’s ear and after a minute to process, the brunette nodded. She let Natasha smooth her hair down; an action so intimate, there was no way Wanda would’ve allowed it in her earlier state.

The last thing you remember was Natasha’s hand behind your head, lips warm and sweet against your temple. It would be so easy to get used to this. “Get some rest, we’ll be right here.” Natasha wasn’t really a talker, not unless something needed to be said. Consequently, her reassuring words felt even more comforting and as soon as her hand joined Wanda’s on your back, drawing slow patterns while she watched over you, your heart melted right along with your muscles.

“Do you feel better or will we have to continue to suffer with snippy Wanda?” Natasha wound her free arm around Wanda, pulling her in until her head rested against her bare shoulder. Wanda only gave a grunt of disapproval, focusing on your sleeping form draped over her. She wasn’t in the mood for any more of Natasha’s antics tonight— truly she was fed up for a good while.

Natasha could sense it, both from Wanda’s silence and her stiffness. It was Wanda who introduced Natasha to the idea of a post-sex cuddle; not that she was particularly good at it, but it was what she wanted. The first time she’d fallen into Natasha was awkward, made more so by the lack of reciprocation, but she’d hung on anyways even as her partner stayed stiff as a board. Now the older woman knew Wanda like the back of her hand and if she was still the rigid one, Natasha wasn’t fully off the hook yet. “I’m sorry for provoking you.”

“And?” Wanda’s voice was firm, unwavering.

“I’m a stubborn idiot.” Finally she was granted eye contact, only to be given an expectant look of pursed lips and a quirked eyebrow. Still, Natasha could see tiredness in Wanda’s eyes, how she fought off sleep just to prove her point with her wife. The only thing Wanda hated more than Natasha’s annoying plots were letting her think she’d gotten away with them. And she was the one admitting stubbornness.

“And?” Natasha had half a mind to just give up and try again tomorrow. She wanted to sleep next to Wanda too much to fall back into that now.

She sighed, throwing her head back dramatically, “And I shouldn’t have played with your favorite little teddy bear just to piss you off.” When she righted herself, Wanda was smiling. She was poorly holding back a laugh, face half muffled in your hair as she tried and failed to hide. Natasha bit the inside of her cheek the moment she realized Wanda wanted to see how far she could push her apology. She’d fallen for it enough times over the years, anyone would think Natasha could see right through it— they underestimated how much she would do to see her happy again. “Are we done now, can we sleep?”

“Mmm.. I suppose so. I forgive you.” The last part was a yawn, Wanda sinking down into Natasha’s embrace and closing her eyes. She shifted just enough to lay both you and her on your sides, sandwiching you between her and Natasha. For a moment as you wiggled, she was scared she’d woken you, but you only burrowed deeper, easily enjoying her chest as a pillow. “Sweet little thing.”

“I’ll order us breakfast tomorrow. Something tells me it’s going to be a late morning.” Natasha made sure you and Wanda were nicely settled before relaxing into plush pillows, exhaling a deep, content breath as her body unwound. She let her own eyes close now, fully ready for a much needed sleep back in her own bed.

“You’re not going to run off to get back at me, are you?” The question was so small, so insecure compared to just a minute ago. Angry as they might be with one another, they’d never lied. If it was something Natasha was thinking of, she’d tell her. Wanda didn’t know if she should be scared of the answer. Natasha hadn’t left like that in years and when she did, it was a mistake; they’d been so young and spitefulness kept her away for a week. It hurt Wanda much more than she’d ever expected and now it was a fear she had to still every time her error reared its ugly head.

“That’s abandonment, silly girl.” Natasha stretched over you, just enough to reach Wanda for a long kiss. One that was way overdue. “I never want to leave you, Wanda. My home is here with you.” Her thumb swiped under Wanda’s eyes, wiping away the anxious tears that pooled before she could stop them. Wanda was prone to these bouts of sensitivity after she exploded, the quiet aftermath of her thunderous storm. “I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too,” Wanda’s smile was sleepy but genuine, just barely hanging on to consciousness. She snuggled against your back, your warm body lulling her further and further away. The weight of you combined with Natasha’s strong arm under her head was an intoxicating level of comfort and safety. She’d have to talk to you tomorrow about sleeping with them more often. “Now let me sleep.”

Natasha rolled her eyes, immediately regretting how she flopped back to the mattress as you groaned. She swore she used to hate cuddling, but now with you and Wanda both happily snuggling against each other and her, she knew she’d be getting it twice as much now; she didn’t mind it. “Fine, get some rest, sleepyheads.”

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