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Sugar daddy GP Natasha being seduced by reader into buying the dress she wants and nat fucking her to oblivion
Sugar daddy
Pairings: g!p sugar daddy Natasha Romanoff x reader
Warnings: smut, Nat has a penis, public sex, cunnilingus, spanking, breeding, light cnc talk, praising, degrading
Word count: 1584
Summary: When you want a dress so badly Nat figures out a way that you can pay for it
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
“Please Natty? I’ll do anything.” You pleaded for the fifth time in the past hour. You’ve been begging the older woman to let you get this dress, assuring her that it would be for her eyes only which you both knew was a lie. You’d probably end up wearing it to a gathering with Nat just to watch as her blood boils with every lingering eye that was laid upon you. The dress was a satan red that reached to your mid thigh, a large slit placed on the left.
The red head smirked above you, using your desperation to her advantage. “Anything? Hm, that’s a good offer, a $400 dollar dress and I get to do whatever I want with you.” You shivered lightly as her cold hands went to place themselves on your waist. You gave your best puppy dog eyes and she gave in, walking you into the dressing room to try on the oh so nice dress.
Her watchful eyes wandered around your body as you slowly peeled off your clothing in front of her, teasing your wife successfully. You grabbed the dress off of the small hanger and slipped it on, making sure to accentuate your ass and tits as you looked over to Nat.
“So, what do you think?” She stood up suddenly, placing her hands on your butt and giving a small squeeze making you jump slightly. She chuckled dryly at your actions and turned you around so you were looking at yourself in the mirror, using her palms to grope you all over. You felt a bulge press against you as her crotch met your behind, slightly grinding against it and admiring the way your eyes fluttered closed at the feeling.
“I think, that I really want to fuck you against this mirror now.” You looked back at her only to be met with a harsh, bruising kiss as she groaned into your lips. The passionate kiss continued for a few moments until you both were heavily panting against each other. A loud knock erupted onto the changing room door, you were assuming it was an employee.
“Do you need any help in there?” The small voice asked, probably being able to hear the shuffling from out there.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah we’re fine, thank you.” You yelled out while Nat dropped to her knees and started to put her head under your dress.
“Be quiet for me princess.” She said while stroking your smooth thighs, plating small kisses to each one. Your breathing started getting heavy as you awaited for the feeling of her mouth on you, yet it never came.
“Nat, please! Just eat me out already.” You whisper yelled as she smirked at your neediness.
“Relax baby, let daddy play with her little toy.” You whimpered as her tongue played with your clit, sucking and licking the bud. You gripped her hair in your hands and pulled her face further into your aching cunt. She moaned into you as she teased your tight hole with her mouth, using her thumb to rub small circles on your clit.
“Mm, you like that, you like daddy’s mouth?” Her raspy voice was muffled as she got lost in the taste of you. Your moans were enough to answer her question but she wanted more, she wanted to hear you say it. She removed herself from your wet cunt to glare up at you, waiting for you to say something.
“Yes! I love it daddy, love it so fucking much!” She seemed to be satisfied with your answer as she leaned back and sloppily ate you out. You used one hand to pull her hair while the other gripped the wall, trying your best to keep yourself from falling.
You felt the coil in your stomach about to snap and warned the woman. “Daddy, can’t take it, gonna cum.” Your words made her go faster, desperately trying to make you cum on her tongue.
“Do it baby, cum for daddy.” You snapped, your cum leaking into her mouth as you finally let go. She let you ride it out, continuing her movements on your clit until your breathing returned to a normal. You muttered out a bunch of thank you’s and kissed her when she finally stood up, her tall figure towering over you.
“So, does that mean I can get the dress?” “Of course baby, but I’m not done with you. Did you really think I’d just eat you out and let you walk out of here?” A nervous gulp made its way out of you as she turned your body around, groping you like she did earlier.
“I’m not letting you leave until this beautiful little pussy is dripping with my cum.” She emphasized her words by cupping your sore pussy, laughing when you let out a small ‘yelp’. The redhead bent you over and brought the dress up so it laid on your lower back, your pantiless butt now on display.
“Fuck, look at this sexy ass.” Her words were accentuated with a small slap to your ass, you’d be surprised if no one could hear you two. “Wanna fuck it so bad, would you let me? Would you let daddy play with this cute little butt?” You nodded fastly, desperate to please her.
“Yes, I’d let you do anything to me. Anything you wanted.” Her groan echoed throughout the stall as she undid her belt and slid down her suit pants. Grabbing her cock she stroked herself back and forth until her pre-cum dripped onto your bottom. She brought her face to your level and slowly licked the white liquid as she stared at you in the mirror. Your hands went to hold the bench as your legs became wobbly, your previous orgasm and her current teasing causing you to go lightheaded.
“Will you let me slip in? I know you want me filling your little cunt, don’t you? You want daddy to cum in you? To fill you up with my pups?” You were going to agree until you felt her length ram into you, using your wetness as the only lubrication. Before you could yell out Nat filled your mouth with her fingers, hitting the back of your throat as she listened to your gags. She started a slow pace inside of you, moving her large cock in and out of you. Nat tried to quiet her moans but you felt too good, your warmth wrapped around her made her want to cum any minute.
“So warm and tight princess, want to be in you forever. Want your sexy fucking pussy all full of my cum, can’t wait to watch it drip out of you.” Her arm that wasn’t occupied went to wrap around your waist to bring herself further into you, shuttering to herself lightly as she felt you all around her. You on the other hand felt as though you’d snap any minute once again, that coil in your stomach was going to snap for the second time in only eleven minutes. Nat noticed you were trying to say something and removed her fingers from your mouth, taking the digits into her own mouth and sucking them. You let out a large breath and finally spoke out, making sure to keep your tone hushed and small.
“Mhm, want it too daddy. I want your cum in me so bad, please give it to me. Give me your cum daddy.” She slapped your ass repeatedly and watched in the mirror to see your reaction, admiring the way your mouth fell open. All of the sudden you felt hot liquid filling your awaiting pussy.
“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t wait. You feel too good, couldn’t hold back. But you don’t mind right? You don’t mind me cumming in this tight little hole without your permission?” You shook your head faster than the speed of light, it felt too good to talk.
“Yes daddy! I love it so fucking much, it feels so good!” You couldn’t even seem to care about others hearing you getting fucked, they knew not to question the powerful woman that was the only reason they stayed in business.
“That’s right sweetheart, I’m your daddy. I’ll show everyone in this store how good I fuck you, even if I have to bend you over that stupid little counter.” It seemed like she wasn’t even talking to you anymore, it was as if she was just talking in general. This was your favorite part about her, the possesiveness she held over you made you feel so loved yet made you so hot and bothered.
You soon released after her, not being able to hold back anymore and letting go. When your wife had finally calmed down she kept herself inside of you, basking the feeling of your cunt wrapped around her. The moment she finally slid out of you, you almost fell over, the only thing keeping you up is holding onto the bench in the changing room.
“So can I get the dress now?” She laughed and nodded putting your clothes you cam in back on and walking the two of you out as if you didn’t just fuck in the store. The employees were too afraid to mention anything and kept quiet, just being glad to get the money from the rich woman. When she brought you out of the building you leaned your head against her shoulder, muttering a, “Thank you daddy.”
“Anything for my perfect princess.”
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𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒
༊*·˚ dom!wanda x soft dom!natasha x reader
summary — when wanda and natasha decide to add a third party their marriage, they don’t expect to form a romantic connection with you. they especially don’t expect for you to hate wanda.
warning(s) — essentially a sugar baby dynamic to start, enemies to lovers with wanda, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, eventual mommy kink, shameless smut, aftercare, fluff galore. additional warnings are provided in each chapter. men/minors dni
au — wanda and natasha are ceo’s to the most successful law firm in the world because who could ever argue with them
PARTS — completed.
(1) the one you reached for [ 8.6k ]
(2) lovelorn and nobody knows [ 13.3k ]
(3) linger like a tattoo kiss [ 12.2k ]
(4) it was never mine [ 13.4 ]
ONESHOTS — parts will be added as written
(a) my face in a red flush [ 7.1k ]
(b) burning brighter than the sun [ 6.4k ]
(c) see what’s under that attitude [ 7.1k ]
(d) two people understand each other [ 5k ]
(e) too in love to think straight [ 7.4k ]
(f) love is a ruthless game [ 10.8k ] +
(g) the best thing thats ever been mine [ 7.2k ] +
(h) song in the car [ 5.5k ]
BLURBS — parts will be added as written
(i) end up dreaming instead of sleeping [ 1.2k ]
#dom!wanda maximoff x reader#dom!natasha romanoff x reader#wandanat x reader#series: you are in love#library 🂱
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Parings: Wandanat x female avenger
Warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!!!!!! Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Sub space, Edging, Denial, Bondage, Oral, Fingering, Squirting, Overstimulation. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18!!!!!
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You tried to stifle your laughter as you ran down the hall to your room. Once you finally reached your room you didn’t even bother locking the door knowing nothing could stop them. The pranks you pulled on your girlfriends may have backfired a little but it was funny as hell.
It started with you hiding Natasha’s widow bites right before a mission, then you and switched the sugar and salt on Wanda the same say. And as the days went on you kept being a menace to your girlfriends. It didn’t bother them at first since the pranks were mainly harmless. That was until today when you decided to prank them by saying you got really hurt during training and made them come home early from their mission. Let’s just say the look they both gave you when they saw you were fine sent fear down your spine.
They told you they were giving you a few minute head start and to run so that’s what you did. You ran to your room even though you knew it wasn’t going to do anything. And in all reality Wanda and Nat had already been on the way home from their mission when they got your text but you didn’t need to know that. For them they wanted to punish you for causing fear to run through their veins and being a brat as of late.
So they let you get a five minute head start before they slowly made their way to your room. And when they got to your room you were already on the bed sitting on your knees with your palms up.
“Looks like someone knows they fucked up” Wanda says laughing a little bit at your attempt to be a good girl.
“Don’t think this one good act will get you out of being punished Detka” Natasha croons as she sits behind you on the bed. Her fingers slowly brush over your shoulder blades and you shiver at her touch.
“You’ve been so bad these last couple of weeks and we’ve let it slide but this..you need to be punished for” She adds giving you a gentle kiss at the base of your neck.
Wanda moves so she’s in front of you and she takes you chin in between her fingers and your eyes meet hers. She gives you a soft kiss that you knew is luring you into a false sense of security.
The two women share a knowing look before Wanda flicks her wrist and your clothes suddenly disappear. You shiver when you feel the cool air hit your skin and you felt your skin become littered with goosebumps. Both of Wanda’s hands find your shoulders and gently pushes you back against the bed as Natasha moves to your side.
“So pretty” Natasha coos running her nimble fingers down your exposed skin. She sits next to you and attaches her lips around your nipple making you gasp in pleasure.
Wanda moves in between your thighs and uses her magic to restrain your hands. You tug on the restraints but the red tendrils of magic squeeze your wrists tighter. Wanda kisses down your stomach and then moves to your thighs before stopping at your core. The sokovian slowly licks your waiting pussy and you moan in pleasure and surprise. Between Natasha sucking and licking your nipples with fever and Wanda kiss your clit you mewl.
What you didnt know was that both women were going to bring you to the brink and then rip it away from you. They were like lions hunting their prey. Wanda started to suck your clit and ate you like a woman starved. You squirmed underneath her and the russian making them smile in unison.
”You’re so pretty bunny” Natasha cooed in your ear kissing below it. You shiver as her cool breath hits your skin.
Wanda was quick to bring your attention back to her and she shoved two fingers into you unexpectedly. Your back arched off the bed as you try to catch your breathe but inevitably fail. She sets a hard and relentless pace hitting your g-spot every time.
“So fucking wet” Her accent slipped out when she spoke making you and Natasha share a look of lust. The two women were so enthralled with you that they almost forgot about your punishment. But unfortunately for you they didn’t and just as you were about to cum Wanda and Natasha ceased their movements.
“W-What?” You whined pouting at the both of them.
“Did you really think we were gonna let you off the look that easily?” Wanda snarked gripping your chin.
“You made us think you were hurt… You scared us” Natasha said and you heard a hint of fear in her voice. “You need to be taught a lesson” She finished speaking and switched places with Wanda.
“I-Im sorry! Mommy please” You beg Wanda as she comes closer to your face. She laughs before she gives you a light slap against your cheek.
“Shut up” She said in her stern tone that she knew made you fall into your sub space. You looked up at her with doe eyes that nearly made her melt. The way you looked at her she knew you were fully submitting to her her and Natasha.
“I-I’m sorry mommy i didn’t mean it” You said trying to free your hands but it was still no use.
“Say you’re sorry to daddy” Wanda pointed towards Natasha who was laying on your thigh with a devilish smirk.
“I’m sorry daddy” You apologized with sincerity to Natasha making her smile.
“It’s okay bunny but you still need to be punished okay?” She ran her hand up your thigh and started to play with your clit.
You gasped in pleasure feeling Natasha’s warm mouth on your clit. She licked you as if she was on a mission and to her she was. That’s when Wanda undid the restraints on your hands and they immediately flew to her hair bringing her into a kiss. Wanda gratefully accepted your kiss and held you close to her as she did. The two of you got lost in the kiss so lost that it wasn’t until Natasha stuck two fingers in you that you broke the kiss.
You looked back at Natasha who had a smirk on her face as she hit your most sensitive spots. Your hands went from Wanda’s hair to the sheets gripping them in pleasure. The band in your stomach was about to break it was so close until.
“Stop” Wanda commanded and Natasha ceased her assault on your pussy.
“Fuck!” You screamed out in agony as your orgasm was ripped away from you again. Wanda smacked your mouth again making you moan out.
“Watch your mouth” She said and you sunk back into the mattress nodding your head mumbling an ‘i’m sorry.’ Wanda then brought you in for a sweet kiss signaling for Natasha to start fucking you again.
Three fingers where then found their way back inside you and you cried out in pleasure. Natasha pumped her fingers in and out slowly at first making sure you felt all of her. You nearly finished when you felt her press up against your g-spot.
“i-Im gonna cum. Please can i cum?” You begged both of them gripping onto Wanda’s shoulders as she kissed your collarbone.
“Cum” Natasha commanded watching the way your pussy sucked in her fingers with delight.
Your back arched off the bed and you came with a guttural moan making the women groan in satisfaction.
Natasha slowly pulled her fingers out of you and licked them with a smile on her face. Her and Wanda shared another look and they both ended up getting the same idea. They switched places again and Wanda ended up between your thighs again then started to play with you again.
“One more bunny” Wanda cooed slowly circling your clit.
“No” You shook your head. “Please mommy i can’t too sensitive” Your words fell on deaf ears and your words cut off by Natasha’s mouth in yours.
You moaned into Natasha’s mouth as you felt Wanda’s lips circle around your clit. She sucked on your clit with intent and slowly added two fingers into you. The coil that had just went away was very quickly building back up once Natasha started playing with your nipples. Her fingers started to tug and pinch your nipples making you mewl in her touch.
Your head was spinning at the pleasure you were feeling. “OH SHIT!” You moaned back arching off the bed as you finished and ended up squirting on Wanda’s face.
“Oh what a good girl” She praised licking up everything that dripped out of you. Natasha quickly got jealous that Wanda was the one to make you squirt and she straddled your waist. She then dipped her head down and licked up what was left of your mess. Her and Wanda shared a heated kiss both moaning when they tasted you on their tongues.
“You taste so good detka” Natasha praised bringing you in for a kiss and Wanda comes back up to your head. You smile at the both of them in a fucked out haze.
“We need to clean you up” Wanda said softly as she tried to bring you back to earth. You opened your eyes and looked at her before shaking your head no.
“Come on babygirl let’s take a bath” Natasha tried to coax you but you just grumbled at her. Both women chuckled at your antics before Wanda used her magic to start running a bath and Natasha swiftly picked you up.
They slowly put you into the warm water and you felt your muscles slowly relax. Both of them cleaned you up being careful not to overstimulate you more. And after the bath was over they got you dressed before the three of you all climbed into bed together.
Soon you fell into a peaceful sleep next to the two women you loved. Who knew that that prank would actually turn out in your favor?
~The end~
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First Encounters (Daddy!Natasha x Fem!Reader) 18+
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How You and I Became We (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)
Under Her Spell (Top!Mommy!Agatha Harkness x subby!bottom!fem!Reader) 18+
Tender Temptations (Experienced!Agatha Harkness x innocent!reader) 18+requested
Stress Relief (Agatha Harkness x fem!reader) 18+ requested
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Mommy Can We Play? (Sugar Mommy!Agatha Harkness x Wanda Maximoff x Sugar baby!fem!reader) 18+
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Healing Bonds (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(past))
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If You Love Her (Yelena Belova x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader(Past))
To Warm you Up (Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader)
Revolving Around You (Beefy!Natasha x Fem!Reader)
Calling On You (Wanda x Natasha x fem!avenger!reader) 18+
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Sugar, Sugar Part 1
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.1k
Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.
Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!
Part 2
“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.
Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.
“Like what?”
“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.
“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”
“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.
“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”
“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”
“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you. “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”
“Ok fine, keep talking.”
“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”
“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?
“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.
“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.
“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”
A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.
“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.
“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.
“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.
“Why not?”
“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.
You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.
“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.
“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.
“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.
“Katie what did you do?”
“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”
“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.
“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.
“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.
“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”
“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.
Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.
“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.
“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.
But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?
“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.
“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”
You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.
“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend.
“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you.
The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful.
“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.
“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it.
“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point.
“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains.
“Ok that sounds good,” you agree.
“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?”
“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand.
“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold.
“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”
“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile.
“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.
“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”
“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink.
"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.
“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks.
“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”
“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”
“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully.
“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you.
“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”
“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”
“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle.
“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does.
“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged.
“Mhm,” you manage to get out.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.
“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds.
“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more.
“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees.
You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.
“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.
“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions.
“I do,” you reassure her.
“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you.
“Oh my god,” Kate says.
“I know,” is all you say.
“What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”
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A Sweet Tooth - A Sugar Mommies Drabble
Prompt: The Trio coming home late at night to reader buried in sweets and the prepared dinner untouched and cold in the kitchen
Word Count: 1204
Rating: NSFW with some M scenes
Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom! Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader
In retrospect, they lied to you. They told you they’d be back by 9pm. Giving you ample time to hide any and all evidence of your sweet toothed feast; and continue your innocent act which has gotten you off the hook so many times in the past.
Which is why, at 7:46pm, you’re 100% busted. Caught chocolate handed, as the Trio! walk into their front room and see you surrounded by mountains of opened candy and chocolate wrappers. And if that wasn’t enough, there’s more evidence condemning you, clearly still melted around your face and fingertips, and quite possibly some on their couches too. Sticky with residue.
Yeah.
The two words you mutter alongside a sheepish look really seals your fate.
“Uh oh.”
“Well, well, well…” Carol drops her handbag on the floor. “Look what we have here.”
You all but fall off the couch, taking some of the candy wrapper mountain with you.
“You said 9!”
“We say a lot of things, sugar.” Natasha says. “Care you explain yourself?”
“Would you believe me if I said MJ has just left and it’s all hers?”
“That would explain the spilt hot chocolate outside.” Wanda replies.
“Nice try, detka.” Natasha advances, comes at you far too quickly, and you don’t have your senses to move. You stay seated, stunned. A deer caught in headlights.
She looks at the mayhem around you, lip curling in disgust and raises an eyebrow at you.
“You know the rules.”
“I do.”
“Why did you break them then?”
“I…didn’t feel like…food…I just, it’s a movie night! Harry Potter! You gotta have snacks with Harry Potter, not dinner.”
The second the last two words leave your mouth you know you’ve messed up. The way Natasha’s body straightens and Carol makes a beeline for the kitchen.
“Baby girl…” Wanda sighs, moving to the back of the couch so she could rest her firm hands on your shoulder. “What’re we gonna do with you?”
Carol comes back with your should have been dinner, ice cold and slightly congealed on the plate. You purse your lips and struggle to pick one of them to look at.
“Just pick one of us baby, you’re gonna get the same treatment regardless.” Carol says.
It’s now her turn to raise her eyebrow.
“You can’t have sweets and chocolate for dinner. You know this.”
“Yeah, but -”
“We wouldn't have been too fussed if you had eaten something nutritious.” Natasha adds.
“But you’ve only had sugar.”
“And chocolate.”
“Have you had any water?” Wanda asks.
“I have!” You hold up your empty bottle. “I was gonna get a refill.”
“That’s one thing I suppose.” Natasha sighs; leaning down to switch the TV off.
You go to complain but stop yourself.
“Now, I think that’s enough of Harry Potter; someone has some lines to complete. Isn’t that right, detka?”
“Li-”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to argue with us right now.” Natasha leans down, eyes directly staring into yours and you blush such a beautiful shade of crimson.
“But -”
“Y/N. Do not start testing our patience. Move that cute butt upstairs, now.”
“Yes, daddy.”
You go to your usual space at the desk in the corner of Natasha’s office, sitting down on the chair and opening your notepad past the halfway mark.
“Getting a bit full there, baby, think we’ll have to invest in a new one soon if you continue to be naughty.” Wanda kisses your cheek. She grabs your pen and writes the first line at the top of the page.
You go to take the pen off her but Natasha beats you to it.
“I think with all this extra energy, you’ll be able to handle writing two different lines.”
You bite the inside of your cheek.
“That - that sounds fair…how many?”
“Two lines, baby girl.” Natasha replies, writing down her own line underneath Wanda’s.
“No, daddy. How many lines am I writing?”
Oh so smugly, the older woman hands you your pen.
“I think…50.”
“Total?” You ask hopefully.
“Each.”
Your eyes all but bulge from your head.
“That seems excessive!”
“Just like all the sweets and chocolate you just ate, right?” Carol replies.
“…touché…” You let out a sigh and fully read the lines before you.
They’re…no they must be joking.
“I - can’t…really?”
You look at each of them.
The three women look back at you, very, very, smug.
“Mhm, 50 per line. Away you go.”
“But that’s -” You squirm in your seat. “You a-always tell me my lines are to make me learn from my mistakes.”
“And it is.” Carol replies. “Just with the added promise for what’s to come.”
“...unlike you after these lines are done.” Wanda lets out a chuckle and your face drops.
The pen in your hand feels heavy all of a sudden.
Somehow; with Wanda between your legs the entire time, licking and sucking at you there - you may have really struggled when she pushed two fingers into you during your last line - you manage to write 50 times: I will let my dominants get rid of my energy however they please.
Your next 50 takes you significantly longer. I will let my dominants fill me up like the sugary treats I ate. Wanda intensifies her actions between your legs while Carol litters your neck with marks and bruises; moving onto your chest when she’s out of room. Natasha situates herself on the bed and you just know she’s enjoying the show; touching herself to what is happening before her, but every time you turn to see, Carol is right there, moving your head back to your punishment, tsking you.
“Your eyes should be down here, little one. Only 40 to go then you’re done.”
Natasha finishes herself off twice by the time you scribble down the last line and your own slick is dribbling down your legs and coating Wanda’s face. You’re a panting mess and you’ve been edged the entire time; the desire to cum the only thing on your brain.
But they don’t. Not even after hours of denying you; when you’re a withering mess below them, crying and begging to be allowed to cum, they deny you. It isn’t until Carol brings Wanda to a sweet, blissful orgasm by her fingers, does Natasha finally give you permission.
You explode, screaming one of their names near the top of your lungs, clutching at whatever is closest to ground you as waves and waves of sheer pleasure wrack through your body.
You pass out from sheer exhaustion not a minute later.
The next day, when you to no real surprise feel sick and have a bad headache; the Trio! look after you in every way imaginable. Structured meals with water. Baths whenever you want. Your favourite films or shows under blankets with your favourite stuffies. An unending supply of kisses and cuddles with added head scratches to ensure you nap when you get fussy.
For a brief moment you consider doing it again; just to be treated like their princess, but the ache between your legs is still a firm reminder and the thought quickly passes.
Instead, you drift off nestled into Wanda and dream about being used like their own little fuck toy.
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— 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲! 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐡𝐜𝐬 — ╰┈➤ + more generalised dating headcanons ๋࣭ ⭑
જ⁀➴ 18+ MDNI — summary: pretty self explanatory — based on an old request from when i was @sjjwriting; <𝟑; cw: preg!reader, allusions to sex (eg, oral — f!rec), large (but legal) age gap, maybe ooc tony? i haven’t even yet seen the ‘iron man’ films, so shoot me now :’), brief mention of praise/degradation kink, daddy kink; tony still dies at end :( !! pairing: tony stark x fem!reader
MAIN MASTERLIST
• okay this may seem morally questionable but there's gonna be a pretty big age gap
• as in, if tony's in his forties during the franchise as we know it, then you’re gonna be in your early/mid twenties. SO I PROMISE IT’S LEGAL, OKAY?
• you met when tony got involved with peter parker, as you lived with him and aunt may in new york. you weren’t related, but she’d been best friends with your mother since her own teen years, and when your parents had passed she had taken you in as her own. you loved her to bits
• peter was a good few years younger than you, and hence like a brother figure — one who annoyed you like hell, but that you still loved just the same.
• cut forward to the avengers’ era when you and T are in an established relationship -> you’re part of their circle and already it feels like home at the compound — you just fit right in
• and while that means you’re one of the group and you couldn’t be more thrilled, tony absolutely hates the way that you're so quick to endanger yourself in his eyes
• therefore — frequent and explosive arguments when you want to get involved but he simply won't let you
• — "tony you can't shut me out of this! i have every right to help if i want to.”
• — "no, you have every right to back the hell away and not get yourself killed because of me."
• but still, the avengers swiftly came to be like family to you
• you and natasha get close as you're nearer in age than a lot of the others are to you; you and her have girls nights out, and tony puts you to bed when you come home drunk
• essentially, in other words, you’re getting the princess treatment all. the. time.
• eg, being the only one that can touch/do certain things around the compound
• and as per sugar daddy! regimen, of course tony stark just spoils you rotten
• and i mean full-on, absolutely dotes on you — both gift giving and touch are his two main love languages
• for example, if you’ve had a bad day? there's his credit card -> "go cheer yourself up a little, honey"
• at first, his fellow avengers are kinda 👀 about such a vast age gap, but they see the way the two of you are with each other — just different. complete.
• because who he is [apart from] and [with you] are like two fully separate people, to be honest.
• nat seeing him in a good mood: “who are you, and what’ve you done to tony?”
• he’s just obsessed with you to be honest, and as such way too overprotective
• — “and where exactly are you going in that dress?"
• — "out for drinks with natasha?”
• — “like hell you are"
• you being like the mom friend even to the members of the group much older than you
• somehow being perfect for tony when his bold hotheadedness is met with your even calm.
• no one ever would’ve thought of him as likely to settle down, but when he met you that was it — his days of being playboy were suddenly behind him
• you host the stark parties with him and look like a young trophy wife on his arm; at least, that's how it appears to the people on the outside who don't know how much you're in love
• sitting on his lap in avengers’ meetings with your arm across his shoulder and his own around your waist
• easy domestic sweetness at the compound — heads resting on shoulders, hands held just because. a cup of coffee made and a kiss on the cheek; soft, whispered “i love you”s at night.
• walking around the compound in just his oversized shirt and your panties, not sparing so much as a single thought for the other avengers you happened to live with. instead, you bet your ass you’ll just walk straight into the kitchen, tony’s hand in yours and a question to ask: “morning guys, who wants coffee?”
• the rest of the group being extremely protective of you, too — especially natasha and steve
• the latter, of course, wants to know exactly what his intentions are with you; and Tony's response is pretty much exactly what you'd expect — not happy at all
• — it went something like, "it's not the 1940s anymore, rogers. in modern terms, that means mind your own business."
• meanwhile, natasha just opted straight for the threat on behalf of her friend; for the girl who was like the sister she felt she’d been missing for most of her life: "you'd better take care of her, tony. i may be your friend, but i’m still an assassin.”
• peter parker, already like an aforementioned brother, called you “mrs stark” way prematurely despite how you’d known him for most of your life. you thought it was cute, and he was in pure shock on the day you first told him you and tony were dating.
• in reality though, by now, tony's had an engagement ring stored away for ages; all he needs now is the courage to actually ask, but the goddamn question just won’t come out.
• and who is it who, eventually, gives him the advice that makes him finally do it? none other than rogers himself, who tony is now reluctantly grateful to know.
• because it turned out that tony was surprisingly insecure about the age gap, but tried hard to hide it. and when you eventually found out you couldn’t quite believe that he was actually saying these words.
• you’d never loved anyone the way you loved him — and yet, he didn’t even see why you did? he didn’t understand why someone so young and vibrant and beautiful as you would ever want to settle with a man “past his prime” and who came with a “fuck ton of emotional baggage.”
• and so only you three knew the truth of your love’s well-kept facade: the great Tony Stark wasn’t quite so arrogant as he’d have the world believe.
• though he was close enough to it <3
• so, you savoured the time spent proving it to him — how you feel — with your hands, mouth, tongue. Sex with tony is certainly an experience, going rougher when you want it but so tender when you don't.
• and let me tell you that man gets pussydrunk as hell and it drives him insane.
• just imagine this level-headed genius who approaches every problem and scenario with logic, suddenly unable to focus past the hard-on in his jeans because you sent him a dirty text while he was in the middle of a meeting
• and you do that a lot — teasing him in public is your new favourite thing; a photo of you scantily dressed or a message saying just what you'll do to him later
• his hand is always on your thigh when driving, or when just sitting anywhere in public/at the compound.
• he’ll also deliberately tease you in public or when you’re both with the others at home, just to watch you blush and struggle through attempts at conversation while his hand beneath the table’s roaming higher up your skirt
• tony’s had so many meetings with the other avengers that he’s had to cut short — all because of you, because he needs you right there and then, and can’t seem to wait a single moment longer
• not that you’re complaining
• he takes you on dinner dates in restaurants where he still insists he pays; even after all this time spent together, he’s never once stopped trying to romance and treat you <3
• he’ll leave a box with a bow on your shared, kingsize bed and within it? — a dress and a note: wear this for me tonight, and be ready for 7. love you, honey, it reads
• and good lord, the man has very expensive good taste — it feels too much !
• but it appears that he literally cannot stop buying you gifts; that man is whipped as fuck and he knows it, yet somehow wouldn’t change it for all the world.
• you two often leave for the bathroom at most social functions, like you’re teenagers again. but what can he do, when there’s a counter right there waiting for you to sit on, for him to kneel before as he slides that thin scrap of lace down your knees, off your ankles, to the floor?
• but still, he’s a perfect gentleman in public — a hand on your lower back to guide you through crowds.
• going to black tie events on his arm as his "pretty, young thing,” turned eventual wife
• let's be real, there’s a clear daddy kink. also heavy on the praise, maybe light degradation? pet names "sweetheart,” "honey,” “baby" — the latter mainly after a fight
• you being the only one that can make him see reason, despite how you often have your differences, too.
• most of your fights come from when he’s trying to martyr himself for the world, yet still you're the only one that can humble him, who he’d get down on his knees and beg for.
• having to be protected because you're with a man in such a high position of wealth
• "mrs stark” 💅🏻 has such a good ring to it now, much better than “that young girl he’s with”
• jealous and protective tony when men make their thoughts of you quite plain; and though he’s rich and successful — now an old household name — he’s not above the odd fight for your honour 😌
• absolutely adoring happy, who’s now become your personal security guard, too. you get along so well and to him, you’re both like a good friend and a kind of daughter figure in one
• even after all this time, you still team up with peter to tease mr stark ♡
• the four of you are like a family — five, once your little baby daughter is born <3
• and of course, she’s a daddy’s girl too — just like her mama, and who really could blame you?
• when you're pregnant his protectiveness absolutely ricochets up several notches; not to mention his own hormones for the mother of his child ;) -> those too have risen <3
• so now he’s far less subtle and even more of a total, stubborn pain in your ass ♡
• nine months come and pass, and all the while tony is just worried sick. he’s desperate to stop doing missions, but when the world needed saving — what choice did he have?
• and so you become a young mother to your sweet baby girl and let tony do just what he has to; and when he doesn't come home you’ve become a young widow left to raise your daughter without her daddy </3
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⟡₊ ⊹ 𝒶 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉ℯ ℴ𝒻 𝓈𝓊𝑔𝒶𝓇: 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝐼 ⟡₊ ⊹
sugar daddy!henry cavill x burlesque dancer!curvy reader
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❥ 𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: an enticing encounter at a burlesque club leads to an interesting offer.
❥ 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: 18+ only, mentions of nudity.
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Thump–Thump–Thump
It was the first night of your performance, and your heart anxiously hammered against your chest. For weeks, you practiced your routine, planned your outfit, and selected the song you would use. As you peaked through the curtains to take a look, you saw how packed it was tonight. “It’s time, sweetie," the owner, Beatrice, of the Kitty Écarlate club said to you.
You took center stage as two of your coworkers stood behind you.
The purple velvet curtain opened, and Marilyn Monroe's "I wanna be loved by you” began to play. Adrenaline ran through your veins as you felt the bright spotlight come over you, and you forgot why you were nervous in the first place. On stage, you exuded a confidence that you had never felt before.
Henry’s eyes lifted to the stage as the spotlight hit you, your body seductively moving in tune with the song as you sang along. He placed his glass of whiskey down, and fascination filled him as he took notice of your look in detail. You had your hair styled in curls inspired by the forties and a simple makeup look that made you glow, consisting of a red lip, followed by a beauty mark underneath your eye on your left cheek, and some shimmer on your cheekbones. The curves that you displayed did not go unnoticed by him; in fact, he wanted to see more and trace them.
Teasing the audience to see a portion of your breast, you delicately dragged one feathered fan down the length of your arm. At the lyric, "I couldn’t aspire to anything higher than to fill the desire to make you my own!” The other one was pulled away by one of your backup dancers, and you looked back at the crowd with a surprised expression as you quickly covered the rest of your body.
As part of your performance, you strolled through the audience, interacting with every customer. Henry couldn’t take his eyes off of you as you made your way around the room, up until you were right in front of him. You looked at the slightly older man in front of you; his hair and beard held specks of silver.
Carelessly, to the tune of "I Wanna Be Kissed by You, Alone!" by Marilyn, you bent over as though you were going to give him a kiss and met his blue eyes, which had a tiny bit of brown in the left. And as you started to back away to return to the stage, he looked after you with longing.
At the end of the song, the last feather fan was pulled away, and both of your back-up dancers covered the front of your body as they shook the feather fans by their sides. When the curtain closed, your smile remained unwavering. With a broad smile and a silk robe, your boss ran over to you. "Sweetheart, you did a fantastic job; I’m so proud of you!”
All of the girls at the club showered you with love, and when you went back to your station in front of your mirror, there were a dozen flower bouquets and sweet little notes from all the girls that worked with you.
With a gleam and a playful smile on her face, Natasha hurried over to you and exclaimed, "A hot silver fox gave me this business card to give to you." And you turned to look at the back of the card, where the words, "I wish to meet with you. Call the number, HC," was written in cursive. When you turned it over to face forward, a number was displayed. That stranger, the attractive older man, was the first person that came to your mind.
Looking back at Natasha, “Is he still here?” you asked, and she shook her head, explaining that he left after she received the card from him. So you decided to keep it, but weren’t sure if you would call.
You couldn't stop staring at the number that night as your mind raced with images of him. You could still see the desire in his blue eyes as he looked back at you. Natasha's voice, urging you to phone him or else she would call on your behalf, lingered in the back of your mind as well.
A week later, as you pulled out your wallet to pay for your coffee, you spotted the card again. Although you’d forgotten, you dialed his number as soon as you picked up your coffee cup and sat down. At first, you assumed he wouldn't answer, but after a few rings, you heard "hello?" from the person speaking on the other end.
Immediately you perked up and said, "Hello, um." You tried not to seem stupid, but you failed, so you shook your head at yourself and carried on. "You wanted a call from me? At the club where I work, you gave your card to a friend of mine."
On the other end of the line, there was a moment of silence. “Yes, I would like to meet with you, if you’re interested.” Now it was your turn to take a moment of silence. “Yes, of course."
Feeling that you sounded overly eager, you smacked yourself. "When are you free?" Over the phone, his deep, husky voice warmed your body. "Tomorrow, I am." He agreed right away and texted you an address and code. "Open the gate using the code."
Feeling foolish for changing your clothes three times, you scoffed at yourself. Every time, you looked cute, but not exactly how you had hoped to look to see him. You left the house for what would turn out to be the most intriguing meeting of your life after finally deciding on an outfit that fit your style: a long-sleeved beige sweater with a black skirt and black stockings underneath, along with black heel boots and silver earrings.
To let him know you were on your way, you sent him a message. The trip from your place to his took thirty minutes. Nerves and excitement were all you could feel as you pulled up to his gate. The gate slowly opened when you entered the code, and when you pulled up and saw his house, you gasped.
To put it mildly, the home was stunning; it was both modern and classical in design. You immediately began to feel less. You drove a 2014 Toyota Corolla and lived in a studio apartment that you could barely afford. That's when you started questioning why this stranger would want to become acquainted with you at all.
Once your car was parked, you took a moment and mentally prepared yourself. After that, you got out of your car with confidence and knocked on his door three times. A woman who appeared to be a housekeeper answered the door and greeted you warmly inside. "It will only take a moment to notify Mr. Cavill of your arrival."
As she left, fidgeting with your hands, you glanced at what little you could see of the inside of his home. It didn't take long for you to hear footfall on the hardwood floors. You turned quickly, and for the first time in a week, you saw the handsome stranger you had initially encountered.
As he motioned for you to follow him, saying, "This way," you took notice of his navy tailored suit that fit him perfectly.
After following him up some stairs, you came to a patio overlooking his backyard. Beautiful flowers that were well-kept and trimmed surrounded a lovely garden.
"Here, kindly have a seat." When you looked back, you saw that he had pulled out a chair for you. Once you took a seat, he moved around the table to take a seat across from you. "Ever since I saw you at the burlesque show, I have been captivated by you," he declared. "Which is why I'm making you an offer, which I hope you'll accept." You recognized the document that slid in front of you as a contract.
Staring back at him confused, he said, "It's an arrangement, a paid relationship.” He then continued, “If you'd like, we can conduct formal introductions, but it's okay if not. I would need specific information about the costs you may be facing or require assistance with. We will also decide on your monthly payment amount for the aforementioned bills as well as any purchases you would like to make for yourself.” You understood what he said. "So, basically, you want to be my sugar daddy?"
He gave a little laugh and nodded his head. "Yes, to put it in simpler terms."
This arrangement could help you in more ways than one. You had student loans to pay off, and you wouldn’t be late on your rent any longer. Not to mention, he would spend money on you himself. And you enjoyed his company thus far.
“You may give it some thought.”
But you had already made your decision as you reached your hand across the table for him to shake and formally introduced yourself to him. A smile was returned to you. "Henry,” he said as he shook your hand. His hand was smooth and hefty, with long, tapering fingers. You could see how strong he was from the veins in his hand, which made you melt.
“Shall we get started?” He asked, and you nodded your head with a nervous smile at his question.
The rest of the morning was filled with questions about how much you pay on your monthly bills and what type you have. Indicating if any sexual activities will be included and agreeing on how much you’ll get paid and what days of the week you are free. Henry further proclaimed that you should never be afraid to ask for additional money.
Afterward, the both of you fell into natural comfortability—the kind of people who have known each other for years, not strangers that are just meeting officially, asking small questions to learn a bit about each other.
The time flew by in an instant, it seemed. Neither of you noticed it was noon until your stomach rumbled in front of him, and you apologized while becoming embarrassed.
"Don't apologize; we should eat." Henry took a look at his watch and saw it was around twelve. His laugh was full of warmth and life, as he requested some food be brought to the table.
Like a gentleman, he escorted you back to your car after lunch and opened the door for you. “I’d like to take you out for dinner on Thursday at 6.”
“What is the dress code?” you jokingly asked. "Dress however you please; I will never advise you on what is appropriate or inappropriate," he said as you got in the car, closing the door. The notion of seeing him again heated your body, and a faint flush crept into your cheeks.
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One for the Money
summary - When it comes to relationships, Jake Seresin is hardly conventional. He exchanges money for company and stress relief. He clears out a Tiffany's just because he can. He gives you everything you want like it's his job. But the one thing Jake Seresin doesn't do is fall in love - no matter how badly you wish he did.
warnings - sugar daddy au, ceo au, grumpy x sunshine, language, brief mention of drugs, mentions of drinking, themes around sex work and objectification, not edited I'm sorry I'm tired, Jake is 6'7" because I said so
word count - 5.3k
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Company.
That’s what Natasha had called it.
“You could use the company, Jake.”
Jake’s finger taps absentmindedly against his desk table, following a rhythm he only vaguely recognizes as a song he heard playing on the radio on his drive to work. It was something catchy, the kind of pop he’s sure some of the temps listen to. Jake hadn’t cared for it when he heard it and he doesn’t care for it now, but it’s stuck in his head and he taps along to it anyway.
He lets his eyes travel over the smooth business card on his desk. The numbers on it, in their crisp, clean font, almost seem to mock him. (619) 458-2764. They stand out against the cream colored card, printed boldly in a charcoal gray. It’s a well put together business card, Jake thinks, better than some of the ones he’s seen from establishments far more professional than this one.
Again his finger taps against the table and he pinches the inside of his cheek between his teeth. It’s a habit he needs to break, he knows. But Jake always reasons that he could have worse vices. He could smoke. He could fall into drinking and drugs like many of his compatriots. Though he supposes prostitution isn’t far off, and here he is debating it. Despite it all, he’s winded up just like all the men he likes to think he’s better than. Just with a few more canker sores.
“You could use the company.”
Did Jake really need that? He likes to think not. He’s got a successful and fulfilling career, genuine friendships, and more money than he knows what to do with. What use did he have for company? He has company. Natasha didn’t know what she was talking about and even if Jake did need a deeper level of companionship, he knows that surely an escort agency isn’t the place that he’ll find it.
No. No, he doesn’t need this.
And yet he can’t bring himself to lift the business card from his desk and throw it away.
Jake’s finger stills against the mahogany wood of his desk and his eyes dart quickly to his phone. Maybe he’s just curious. In his mind, Natasha is the last person he’d expect to hire an escort and, though he can’t even picture it, she seems happy in that arrangement. And Natasha’s just as much of a workaholic as Jake is, having little time for much else and not wanting to spend it on much else either. Maybe there’s some level of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs that this filled in her life—and that Jake’s life is distinctly lacking.
That little, cream colored business card is still mocking him, and now Jake’s been staring at it so long that he can still see its imprint even when he closes his eyes. He’s sure he has the numbers memorized by this point. (619) 458-2764. Jake clicks his tongue. He’s wasting time with this.
He moves suddenly, fingers curling around the handset of his office phone, his other hand punching in numbers on the dialer with perhaps more force than necessary. The phone begins ringing as Jake holds it to his ear and he lets out a small breath, his finger resuming its tapping on his desk. That shitty pop song is still stuck in his head.
“Hello?”
The voice startles him slightly and Jake straightens, clearing his throat and wetting his lips quickly. “Hi, Laura. Has the architect arrived yet?”
“No, Mr. Seresin.”
Jake’s jaw ticks and he glances down at his watch. Almost as if it’s trying to aggravate him, the minute hand ticks another minute later. Typical. Jake closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose between his fingers.
“Mr. Seresin?”
“Just—” Jake lets out a deep breath. “Please call him and ask when I should expect him.”
“Of course, Mr. Seresin. I’ll do that right away.”
The phone hangs up promptly and Jake sets it back down on its rest. That’s something he likes about Laura—she always knows when to end a phone call. Jake can think of five of his employees that have to audibly hear him say the word “goodbye” before they even attempt hanging up the phone, and that’s just off the top of his head. Jake doesn’t like that.
He runs his business like he runs his life, precise and clean, there’s no room for pleasantries or “Have a good day!”s. Why waste time with something both parties actually care nothing about? Jake doesn’t do feelings, he doesn’t cater to people or make space for them. You have to fight for what you want, earn it. The world is cutthroat and, to be the best, you have to be entirely merciless.
Jake Seresin is the best.
It’s how he pulled his father’s company out of the pits. It’s why he’s number one on Forbes 40 under 40 list. Jake will do anything to succeed and he expects the same from all his competitors. And the reason all of them have stepped up to the plate and failed is because they aren’t as good as Jake.
He knows what people call him. Hangman. That, if you cross his path or get in his way, you're as good as dead. He comes off cold and manipulative—ruthless. And despite that stellar personality review, Jake still has everything he could ever want. Because business doesn’t care about feelings, and neither does he.
He catches the business card in his peripheral.
“You could use the company.”
Jake doesn’t know why he’s still so hung up on this. It’s something he’d never consider, so why is it so hard for him to stop thinking about it? Paying someone to have sex with him? Jake doesn’t need to do that, he just needs to walk into any club in San Diego and give it five minutes.
It would be nice to have someone to take to all his business events though. The jokes at his expense about still being a bachelor are getting predictable and annoying. And having someone with him would discourage all the up-and-comers from trying to network with him. You don’t network with a man like Jake Seresin. He’s the top of the network.
But he wouldn’t have to think about any of that if someone else was occupying his attention. The thought of not coming home to an empty penthouse doesn’t sound awful either. Maybe Natasha was right—not that he’d ever tell her—if he did it on his terms, he could possibly see it working. Jake picks up the business card between his fingers.
“Mr. Seresin?” There’s a short knock on his door. “The architect is here to see you.”
Jake drops the card back onto his desk. “Send him in.”
The business card—and all its meanings—drift to the back of Jake’s head as the oak door of his office opens. Large, muddied Carhartt boots dirty his floor as they step inside, connected to the long, stocky legs of a mustached man already grinning with no regard for the flecks of dried mud he’s littering the carpet with. He plays with the cap on top of his head, his unruly curls only just stuffed behind the brim. All and all, he does not appear to be acting like the kind of man who is 15 minutes late to a meeting. Jake expected as much.
“By all means,” Jake gestures to the chair that Bradley still has yet to sit in. “Please, continue to waste more of my time.”
Bradley laughs off the jab—which makes Jake’s jaw tick—still walking leisurely to Jake’s office desk. “Don’t get your panties in a twist, Seresin. I never waste your time.” Finally, he plops down in the upholstered leather, that stupid, smug grin still on his face.
Jake trains his features to not reveal his agitation. He clears his throat, folding his hands on the desk. “Did you bring the blueprints?”
As a response, Bradley pulls the rolled up paper from his bag. “I think you’re gonna like this,” he turns to Jake excitedly, smoothing out the blueprint as he unrolls them. “I finally found a workaround for the land issue.”
He moves to lay his papers out on Jake’s desk, but pauses when a slip of paper catches his eye. Jake clocks it quickly, hand snapping out to swipe the business card from the mahogany wood, but it’s too late, as Bradley’s eyes light up mischievously. His lips stretch out into a grin, blueprints now forgotten as he flicks his gaze to Jake’s already unamused expression.
“Is someone feeling lonely?” And Jake wants to roll his eyes because this is now the second time someone has assumed he’s needed company and the fact that Bradley thinks that he has any sway in Jake’s life is downright insulting.
He flips the card over in his fingers. “It was Natasha’s idea.” He could bring up the point that Bradley had not looked at that card nearly long enough to read it and the fact that he recognized it instantly means he’s probably spent more time looking at it than Jake has, but he doesn’t because ultimately he doesn’t care that much about Bradley’s personal life.
“Hey, I’m not judging,” Bradley holds his hands up teasingly, the blueprint between his fingers making the sound plastic makes when you wiggle it as he lifts them. “If I had your money, I’d be interested too.”
Jake wrinkles his nose. “You’d be interested in having an escort?” Jake can hardly reason what need he’d have for that kind of companion, let alone someone like the mustached man in front of him. He’s also not quite sure what to make of everyone’s oh so casual admittance of seemingly needing to pay for sexual and romantic affection.
“Not just an escort, but one of Penny’s girls? Fuck yeah.”
Jake’s eye twitches at Bradley’s lack of professionalism and normally he’d spend the next several minutes chewing the inside of his cheek as he tries not to roll his eyes at everything Bradley says after, but his words catch him off guard and Jake pauses. “What do you mean?”
“I swear to God, they’ve got to have, like, cocaine running through their veins or something,” Bradley hardly elaborates. “I’ve seen the stingiest assholes in the business just about hand those girls their life savings on a silver platter. One of my buddies even heard that Penny had to put something in their contracts because all the guys kept trying to propose.”
Jake furrows his brows. Maybe it was his immense distaste for socialization—especially with the kinds of people in his circle—but when Natasha had first suggested Penny Benjamin's Escort Agency, it hardly sparked any recognition in Jake. He certainly didn’t know that it was renowned enough for his architect to have heard of it.
The cream colored card suddenly feels heavier between his fingers, as if to draw attention to itself once more. (619) 458-2764. At this point it’s embarrassing. And it’s not a conversation he should be having with Bradley Bradshaw of all people.
Clearing his throat, Jake wordlessly put the card away in one of his desk drawers. “What was your workaround to the land issue?”
Unsurprisingly, Bradley scoffs with a good-natured roll of his eyes. “Right.” He stresses the word. “If you don’t want to talk about how lonely you are, I guess we can move on.”
This time Jake can’t suppress his irritation as Bradley moves to once again unroll his blueprints on Jake’s desk. Why does everyone keep saying that he’s lonely?
Your shoulders feel stiff, almost dangling from your ears like earrings as Beau’s hand gets comfortable on your hip. He hadn’t touched you in the car—he barely even looked up from his phone—but now you’re in the lobby of a hotel as he leads you towards whatever outrageous ballroom is being used as a venue for tonight’s party. You’re not entirely sure what the party is for, but you’re not surprised about that. Beau doesn’t like talking business. Not with you anyway.
All you know is that you’re wearing a dress that probably made its debut on a runway in Paris and that Beau’s hand is now comfortably on your hip.
You fiddle with the pendant on your necklace, being mindful not to gnaw on your lip like you usually do when you’re feeling this anxious. You don’t want to ruin the nude stain on your lips before you even say your first hello. One of your hands reaches down to gently lift the trail of your dress, the sheer yellow fabric brushing dangerously close to your Prada heels.
Beau glances at you, and maybe he notices the strain in your breathing because he squeezes your hip with a gentle firmness. “You look fine. Don’t worry about it.”
You nod, trying to muster up a reassuring “mh-hm” but it doesn’t come out audibly. You look fine. Your cuticles itch and your eyes dart down to the painted acrylics on your fingernails as you try to ignore the urge to pick at them. Fine.
You suck in a deep breath, giving the clutch in your right hand a quick drumming of your fingers before Beau pushes open the doors of the hotel ballroom you’re walking into, ushering you inside with that hand on your hip. You’re almost too overwhelmed with the chatter, and outfits, and decor to be nervous anymore, and Beau doesn’t give you the chance to either as he catches eye of someone who must be important—if the length of Beau’s stride is any indication. You fumble a bit on your heels to keep with him.
“Mr. Reynolds.” Even Beau’s smile is serious and he holds out his hand to give the older man a firm handshake.
Mr. Reynolds looks like exactly the kind of man to belong where he is, you think. An appearance of importance so powerful that you don't even have to know his name to respect him. Looking at him—his clothes, and his hair, and the way he stands in front of you—you realize that Beau almost looks like an imitation in comparison. Everything Mr. Reynolds is, but less refined. You didn’t know that Beau could be less refined than anyone.
“Beau Simpson,” Mr. Reynolds shakes his hand before turning his gaze to you. His icy blue eyes have you itching to pull the top of your dress up, but you force your hands to stay where they are. “And this must be?”
Beau introduces you before you can open your mouth.
Mr. Reynolds is also accompanied by a woman—Scarlet, Mr. Reynolds informs you—and you try to smile at her warmly. She looks younger than you. Her dress is prettier too. Probably better than fine. Much like you, she doesn’t say anything either, only smiling politely at Beau and locking eyes with you occasionally as if speaking some silent language.
“—And this hotel,” Mr Reynolds’ laugh pulls you from Scarlet’s eyes as he gestures around the extravagant ballroom. “Can you believe Seresin’s built another one?”
“It’s quite impressive.” Beau clenches his jaw, his words coming out somewhat strained, and you manage to piece together that this new hotel must be the reason for this party.
The small talk lasts just a minute longer before Mr Reynolds excuses himself, taking Scarlet with him, and Beau leads you on to the next group of guests. It’s like a song and dance—accompanied by the quartet in the background—of greeting people, and smiling politely, and listening as Beau talks before he’s managed to introduce you to nearly everyone in the room. Your feet are starting to ache slightly, but you know your night is far from over so you grin and bear it when you feel Beau’s hand on the small of your back.
“Why don’t you get yourself something to drink,” he suggests, not even looking at you as he juts his head up to try and catch where Mr. Reynolds had wandered off to. Even though he’s not paying attention to you, you still nod, shifting your clutch to your left hand before carefully making your way over to the bar.
You nod politely to the people you only vaguely recognize as you pass them, lifting your fingers up for a wave once or twice. You don’t stop to say hi though, that’s not really your job right now. Your lips are pulled into a small smile because your mother always said that happiness looked good on you. In a way, you think she was right, you could see it in practice anytime you looked at her—the way she would glow, that effortless twinkle in her eyes. Your mother said that happiness looked good on you.
Pete Mitchell said that you’re a pretty crier.
Pete came into your life at a time where it felt like all you did was cry. And something about that was comforting - that he still found you pretty at your absolute lowest. He took care of you when no one else would, introducing you to a lifestyle that you only ever used to dream about. You needed Pete and he knew that. He told you that he needed you too, that you came into his life and gave him purpose.
He cared about you in his own way, you suppose. He bought you pretty things and he always let you have the window seat whenever you traveled in his private jet. He cared about you, but he didn’t care if you were happy. You still think about Pete sometimes, though it’s been a while since you’ve seen him, you just can’t help yourself. Unlike Beau, he always wanted to keep you talking. He wanted you to talk about your mom… your dad - all the sad things. He didn’t seem to care much about the mundane though, like the pretty dress you found at the mall or the fun brunch you had with a friend. It was only ever the stuff that made you cry.
You’re a pretty crier.
Pete ended up finding a woman he could see himself marrying—a woman he could see as an equal. (Though he didn’t use those words, you knew it was true.) And he decided that he didn’t want you anymore. So you said goodbye to Pete Mitchell and his pretty things and private jet and said hello to Beau Simpson.
Beau was rougher than Pete had been. He really only wanted you around for appearances and, when you weren’t hanging off his arm at a party, he had little use for you otherwise. He’s nice enough to you—he gives you his black card and your own driver so you don’t spend your days pent up in his house. Sometimes he takes you out somewhere nice for dinner. Unlike your mother and Pete, Beau doesn’t really think that anything looks good on you. You always look fine.
You try not to let it bother you, Beau Simpson is impressed by very little. But you want him to be impressed by you and your pretty dress and the fact that you can always smile at parties even if you don’t always want to. You want to be better than fine.
The bartender greets you warmly—albeit quickly—responding to your drink order with a simple nod before walking to the other side of the bar to tend to someone who looks far more important than you ever could. To his credit, the bartender makes your drink first, setting the glass down in front of you with another nod in response to your quiet “thank you”.
For a moment you make no move for the drink, simply watching the condensation roll off the glass. You watch a droplet of water roll all the way down to the dark granite bar below. At Beau’s house you always use coasters. Beau Simpson values very little, but he does value the usefulness of a coaster. Part of you wants to ask for one, just out of habit, but that’s silly and you’re sure Beau wouldn’t appreciate the sentiment.
You only watch the water roll down your drink for a couple more seconds, before you can no longer stop yourself from snatching the glass into your hand. There’s a ring of water where your cup once was that reflects off the soft light of the chandelier hanging above and you wipe it away with your bare forearm quickly.
“Excuse me.” A gruff voice speaks up suddenly, causing you to jolt. It all happens so quickly that it almost feels like it didn’t happen at all, but you stumble back in your surprise, knocking into the large chest of another person and tangling your legs with their own. More importantly though, your hand jerks and you manage to spill your drink all over yourself.
You look down at the dark splotch on your bodice and chest, the smell of alcohol playing at your nostrils. “My dress,” you say simply.
Calloused hands come to your bare biceps, holding onto them to stabilize you while they gently turn you around to face the body they belong to. Already your skin feels sticky, but that thought is only fleeting when you lock eyes with the man in front of you.
His piercing, green eyes are looking down at you almost analytically, scanning over your facial expression as his hands continue to hold you by your arms. He’s dressed in a simple dress shirt and slacks—that almost appear to be a size too small for him with how his biceps and thighs bulge through the fabric—with a fitted suit jacket that must have been unbuttoned slowly but surely throughout the course of the night. Your eyes travel to his hair that’s slicked back against his head, but only enough to keep it out of his face, and he wears an expensive watch on his left wrist. It’s silver you note—you’re not really sure what to make of it, but you’ve learned that a man’s preference between silver and gold tells you a lot more about him than it should.
“I’m sorry.” He doesn’t entirely sound sorry, but he hardly seems like the kind of man that ever feels apologetic. His eyes trail down to the spill and you feel your skin crawl a bit, but for whatever reason this man has a way of making his intentions clear with his eyes alone. He’s not looking at you, just the spill on your dress. “There’s a bathroom somewhere outside if you want to clean up.”
You can only muster up a small nod, watching owlishly as the man releases your biceps and begins to effortlessly weave his way through the crowd. He doesn’t look back to check if you’re following him and you wonder if you should leave without telling Beau, but then you realize that you probably look absolutely ridiculous just standing there in an alcohol soaked dress and you follow after the stranger hastily.
It’s silent as he leads you out of the crowded ballroom and into the quiet hall, navigating his way towards the bathroom with a certainty that would make you think that he’s been here before. You want to say something, the silence making you uncomfortable, but he’s also quite an intimidating man. He looks like he doesn’t like talking.
“Um—”
“Here it is.”
And then the stranger blinks in mild surprise at the sight of your open mouth, like he hadn’t expected you to start talking. The sharpness of his features soften just a bit at the sight of you—something akin to a scared, rain soaked kitten you’re sure. You think he might just ignore the fact that you’ve spoken at all and just gesture to the bathroom, but he instead looks at you expectantly.
“I, uh.” You really don’t know what to say and the last thing you want to do is fumble through your words to a man who hardly looks like he cares. “Do you… think it will come out?”
The man’s eyes flick down, genuinely inspecting the fabric of your dress. His tongue darts out to wet his lips and your gaze lingers on it for a moment before the slight cock of his head pulls you away. “Not with just water. I’ll pay to have it dry cleaned.”
“Oh, that’s not—” Your eyes widen and you hold your hands out hastily. “That’s not necessary. You don’t have to— I can, uh… get another one.”
The stranger’s eyebrows raise just slightly and you wince once you register the way your words sound. Instead of responding, he sniffs, wiping at his nose with his thumb as he does a quick look around the empty hall. “Does Simpson always leave you like that?”
“Sorry?”
“I saw you come in with him,” he clarifies. For some reason, the man doesn’t seem the least bit sheepish asking something relatively personal. “Why let him take you to these things if he always ditches you?”
“He doesn’t ditch me,” you bristle slightly, crossing your arms over yourself though they almost stick to the soiled fabric of your dress. “And I don’t mind anyway.”
The man lets out a breath of a laugh. “You sure seem to like him, huh?”
“He’s nice to me,” you defend.
“Is that all it takes?” The stranger shoves his hands in his pockets, straightening slightly like he’s challenging you. “Someone’s just gotta be nice to you for you to like them?”
You know he’s trying to be condescending, but you don’t see anything wrong in his claims. Why shouldn’t you like someone who’s nice to you? Still, he’s making you feel silly so you only give him a small nod of your head.
To your surprise, the man only quirks his lips up at your admittance. It’s not a smile—more like the edge of a smirk. “Well then,” he leans his weight against the cream colored wallpaper. “You think if I insist on paying for your drycleaning, you’ll like me?”
You wet your lips, shifting on your heels as your fingers curl around each of your elbows. “It’s a possibility.”
The man seems amusedly impressed at your response. He stares at you for a moment, letting his eyes trail over the goosebumps littering your bare arms from the cold air conditioning in the hotel hall. He removes his hand from his pockets, letting them trail up to his lapels.
“I guess I’ll have to try harder then,” he shoots you a look that has your face heating, thighs clenching, saliva thickening. “Because I really want you to like me.”
Before you can muster up a feeble response, his jacket is sliding off his arms and he’s wrapping it around your shoulders. The charcoal fabric falls to your mid thigh, causing your stomach to stir at the realization. His hands find your biceps again and he looks at you with a lopsided smirk.
“How’m I doin’ now?”
There’s chills on your skin for an entirely different reason and you blink up at the man with a whispered “Good.”
He nods, looking at you for a moment longer before taking a step back. His jacket stays around your shoulders, shielding your only somewhat drying chest from the harsh A/C. The empty arms of it stay limp at your sides and your fingers tighten the fabric around you. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you know you need to get back to Beau, but you can’t seem to pull away from this stranger.
“What’s your name?” You ask feebly and then spit out your own name when you realize that you should probably introduce yourself first.
The man licks his lips almost thoughtfully. “Jake Seresin.”
In your head you see the glowing lights outside the hotel, the impressive font that catches your attention as Beau’s driver pulls the car into the valet, the numerous people tonight that have referred to him in your conversations. “This is—”
“My hotel?” Jake nods, his eyes still somewhat unreadable. “Yes, it is.”
“Oh, I’m… sorry.”
Jake’s nose wrinkles slightly. “Why are you sorry?”
“This is your party, I mean, don’t you want to be inside with everyone?” You gesture hesitantly to the way the two of you came.
“If I wanted to be inside with everyone, I would be,” Jake says like it’s simple. And maybe it should be that simple, but you’ve been around this lifestyle long enough to know that it isn’t. His face morphs into a somewhat blunt expression. “And don’t apologize if you have nothing to be sorry for.”
“Sor— I mean, okay,” you amend hastily. Jake nods in approval, making no move to continue the conversation. You shift on your heels. Your ankle almost buckles before you catch yourself.
“Why— Why don’t you want to be inside with everyone? Aren’t we all celebrating the opening of this hotel?”
You’re worried you might have overstepped, said something you shouldn’t have—maybe you shouldn’t have spoken at all. You’ve learned that lesson fairly quickly with these types of men. You’re almost positive you’ve messed up when Jake turns his watch to look at the face.
“This hotel took three years to build,” he says suddenly when he looks up. He’s not looking at you though, turning so his back is leaning against one of the hall walls and he’s staring at the other one. “And you know what I did as soon as I finished it? I started plans to build another one.” He wipes a tired hand over his jaw. “I guess I just don’t really care about this kind of thing anymore.”
You look up at him hesitantly. “Well… What do you care about?”
Jake lets out a huff of a laugh. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”
“I don’t normally meet someone who answers them,” you say softly.
There’s a beat of silence where you know that both you and Jake can feel the weight of your words. “Tell you what,” he pushes off the wall to face you again. “I’ll tell you, but you have to admit that Beau Simpson isn’t nice.”
Your mouth falls open slightly. “I’m not saying that!”
“Why not?” Jake grins at your fluster. “Just say he’s mean. Come on, sweetheart, I know you don’t actually think he treats you right.”
“I do!” You protest, shaking your head to physically refute his words. “And I don’t think Beau’s mean!”
Jake ignores what you’re saying, gesturing around the empty hall. “No one else will hear you, I’m the only one here. Don’t worry, I won’t tell,” he teases.
Your lips pull into an uncontrollable pout and you tighten your crossed arms. “Why do you even care if I like Beau or not?”
For the smallest of seconds you feel like you’ve cornered the man, but Jake takes on your question with the ease that only a man like him would have. “I guess I just can’t believe that Beau Simpson could be liked by such a beautiful woman as yourself.”
Beautiful.
“So just humor me,” Jake continues and you seem to realize suddenly that you're standing in an empty hallway, with a stranger, in an alcohol stained dress and his jacket around your shoulders, and he thinks you’re beautiful. “What did he do to get you to come with him here tonight?”
And in this empty hallway, with a stranger who thinks you’re beautiful, in an alcohol stained dress and his jacket around your shoulders, you find yourself admitting something you hadn’t once told anyone the entire time you’ve been with Beau.
“He paid me.”
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Who You Belong To (smut, angst)
Hard Worker (fluff, angst, comfort)
Not Just Friends (smut, angst, fluff)
Forgive Me? (Smut, angst, fluff)
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Trying Something New (smut)
My Mechanic (smut, fluff)
Pregnancy Pains (smut, fluff)
Punishment Turned Pleasure (smut, fluff)
Babies With Powers (smut, fluff, angst)
That Shit Turns Me On (smut, angst, dark fic)
Punishment (smut, fluff)
A Family (fluff, small angst)
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My Wives (smut)
Horny (smut, fluff)
A Hot Affair PT.2 (smut, small angst)
Sugar Daddy (smut, fluff)
Your Precious Baby (smut, small angst)
Over Possessive (or not) (smut, small angst/fluff)
The One PT.2 (smut, fluff, angst)
My Omega (angst, fluff)
Mommy (smut, fluff)
A Guest (smut)
Two Is Better Than One (smut)
Step-Sis (smut, angst)
Birthday Suit (smut, fluff)
Daddy’s Smoker (smut, fluff)
Show Off (smut)
Pinky Promise (smut, angst, fluff)
Unholy (smut)
Done For (smut)
Jackpot (fluff)
The Lucky Winner (smut)
Fill Me Up (smut)
My Tainted Heart Will Forever Follow Yours (angst)
Lovers Anthem (smut, fluff)
Gone, But Not Forgotten (angst, child!reader)
Heart To Heart (fluff, angst, small smut)
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The Last Of Me And You (angst, smut)
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okay hear me out… dom!wanda x switch!natasha, but wanda’s not willing to sub to nat so they form an agreement that natasha can get herself a sugar baby. you absolutely despise wanda (or at least you try and convince yourself that you do) but slowly she starts working her way into your heart and your pussy when she takes over during aftercare if nat has to go to the bathroom, or when she sits in on natasha fucking your brains out because she just can’t help herself and it almost always ends with her getting her hands on a piece of you as well. it all comes to a head when you disobey natasha, and simultaneously insult wanda, that your true feelings really begin to show themselves. natasha lets wanda punish you how she sees fit, and you learn very quickly that wanda’s not as forgiving as your daddy is, but you just can’t help but crave her hands on you, especially after she’s worked you over so good you can barely even remember your name. and natasha’s just smug as fuck about it because she knows that you’ve always had a crush on wanda, and she knows that it was only a matter of time before wanda corrected her little brat the right way.
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sugar
Pairing: sugar daddy!Tony Stark, Natasha Romanoff x female reader (no other specifications!)
Word Count: 1200 words
Outline: Showing off your gifts to your benefactors.
Warnings: no powers au, pool sex, some power play, fingerfucking, dirty talk, pet names, switch!Nat, dom!tony, daddy kink, oral sex (m receiving), impact play maybe, if i missed anything major please let me know!
Author’s Note: based on my previous hds on tonynat & also used the precious help of the love of my life @that-sarcastic-writer 🖤also my first time writing a sugar baby au.
PS: dividers & banners by @saradika
Main Masterlist ・❥・Tony Stark Masterlist ・❥・Natasha Romanoff Masterlist
"Just give it a twirl," Natasha says sitting back on the couch and crossing her legs. "You look absolutely beautiful in it." She continues admiring your body and the way the diamond bikini they had just gifted you looked on you.
"Just perfection." Tony mused taking a sip from his whiskey glass, his stare hard on you. It has been almost two months since that arrangement of yours started. Tony and Natasha both well-established socialites and business moguls were apparently so willing to share an end goal: you.
Three months ago you had walked inside that very office to apply for an assistant's job and by the end of the week, you had ended up on a private jet, legs apart with two tongues toying relentlessly with your pussy. Life was just amazing like that.
"Thank you." You beam and make a little curtsey. "Looks wonderful. Though not that practical." You wink at them and continue to strut around slowly.
"Well, it's for private sessions..." Tony said shrugging.
"Maybe watching you wear that while writing down Tony's speeches will have him actually show up to work." Natasha retorted and chuckled. "You know he needs it."
"Oh, she's mean already. I like that." Natasha just scoffed at his reply and you came closer to her, walking right in front of her.
"Turn around and kneel, baby." The red-haired woman instructed you and you followed suit turning around slowly and begging to kneel elegantly on the floor, showing off your accustoming diamond butt plug adorned in Natasha's business symbol.
"Now that's what I like to see, baby."
"Quite beautiful indeed. How about you go there inside the pool and see how well you can swim in that bikini." Tony said pointing at the warm indoor pool, its cyan waters looked mighty inviting. You slowly got back up and walked over to the ladder. Gracefully you get inside the pool and sink yourself inside rising back up.
"Just perfect." Tony mused as he came closer to sit by the chair nearby while Natasha ripped her dress off her body, and jumped right into the pool in her black underwear.
She crushed her lips onto yours pushing you against the pool's wall and roughly kissing your face and neck. You glanced a little just to watch Tony already palming himself at the sight of you.
"Don't you dare take it off," Natasha warned you holding your chin up and using her free hand to feel how your body felt under the water.
"N-never." You breathed out and just like that Natasha's lips were on your nipples, the diamonds slightly pushed aside and she was licking it around. It was hard for you to keep your body up so you tried sitting on the ladder steps for a grip.
Natasha gets rougher with each kiss and grasp of your skin, caressing the diamonds ever so delicately before roughly squeezing the skin underneath. Your hands stay on the barrister of the ladder trying to hold on as her one hand begins to rub on your pussy under the water, a unique yet familiar sensation. The red-haired woman was obsessed with fucking you in that particular pool and though she never has let you know about its sentimental value you're more than happy to follow her through.
Tony comes closer, dressed in his fancy robe. "I'm not in the mood to get wet tonight. Let's take her to bed." Natasha stops just to glare at him and that's when her hands begin to work faster on you.
"I don't feel like using the bed tonight."
"Natasha." He looks at her so sternly that has your own pussy clenching and clenching on Natasha's fingers, fuck, you felt coming close to an orgasm already.
"Don't you dare make her dumb this early."
Natasha only smirks before she adds more pressure to your clit and uses her fingers expertly to elicit an echoing moan from you.
"I-I'm cumming." You breathe out, your body shaking. "I can't-" You squeal as the coil inside you tightens. "Fuck, I can't." It's getting too much for you now, you need to release yourself and you can't be waiting for them to agree on something.
"Fuck!" You yell out and your body starts shaking your back arching.
"You're a really mean person," Tony says looking sternly at Natasha.
"You are a very annoying person." She chuckled and removed her fingers from you. "Go ahead, carry her to the master chamber."
Tony raises an eyebrow as he reaches down for you and ungrasps your hands from the banisters. "You've been such a good girl, now come with me to the bed and I'll show how annoying I can become for Miss Romanoff right here."
You were pliant to his touch as he helped you get up wrapped a towel around you and helped you walk to the chambers. Natasha followed close behind.
"On the bed both of you," Tony ordered the minute you walked through the door and you both got on the bed. Natasha sat with her knees together looking at you and caressing your cheek. "Have I been bad, Daddy?" Natasha mused rubbing her legs together, her short dress left nothing to the imagination.
"Yes, terribly, so." He chuckled, loosening up his dress robe. "You know what that means." Of course that was only a game between the two, Tony could never be mad at Natasha for whatever she felt like doing to you. Plus Tony was the greatest observer you've ever met during sex. He had previously spent hours upon hours watching you both straddle each other.
"Unlimited fun," Natasha smirked and pushed you down on the bed getting on top of you, pining you down to the mattress with her strong thighs. Tony chuckled and took off his robe allowing it to hit the floor before coming closer to the bed.
"Now open your mouth, princess." He instructed and you dutifully obeyed opening your mouth wide. He pushed his velvet boxers down revealing his hard erection and stroke it three times.
"Now get it very wet for me baby." You reached out with your hand to guide his member inside your mouth and kitty licked his tip first with a very satisfied look i your eyes. Natasha started moving her hips above you slowly, the hard diamonds adding a stingy sensation against your skin that you knew they would leave a bruise for tomorrow.
"Are we going to ruin kitten tonight?" Natasha asked looking at you as Tony moved his hips to force his cock down your throat.
"Hm, maybe we could see how much she can take. We got her such a special gift anyway, would be a waste not to treat as a specialty."
"Very well then."
And when Tony started with you, it was like he could never let you go.
And oh boy were you in for a night of fun....
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We Bought a Zoo
Wanda x Natasha
WandaNat x F!R
Request ( @mostlymarvelsstuff )
Warnings: None. Super fluffy | 6,350 Words
Smut: Natasha has a dick. Daddy (N), Mommy (W), Peach (R), Oral (All), Fingering (R), Magical Bonding—Unprotected Sex, Spanking, Choking, Breeding.
18+ | Minors DNI | Marked / Please Don’t Report
"Natalia," Wanda barked without any bite, her patience with her girlfriend was nearing paper thin, but at the end of the day she was just too cute to really yell at, especially when she's just excited for the prospects of the day ahead.
Natasha pouted at her, she'd be the picture of innocence too if not for the pink frosting on the tip of her nose, and the sprinkles on her chin.
"Stop eating my decorations, and start setting up the tray with the breakfast I cooked her."
"Okay," Natasha innocently kissed Wanda's lips, the touch meant to be distracting, so it was firm, she was attempting to dip her hand in the bowl of rainbow sprinkles, but the witch was always a step ahead, "Nice try kotenok."
The redhead sulked away after the red wisps released her wrist, her pout managed to be even deeper now, but it didn't stay low for long as she popped one of your grapes into her mouth, giving herself away as she hummed.
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"You should have at least ten cavities with how much sugar you eat, you're a fiend Natalia."
Natasha snorted in amusement, "What can I say Wands, I have a taste for the finer things in life, if I had it my way I'd be skipping all the sweet confections, and go straight into eating the entree; skip all the wooing at the zoo."
Wanda slapped her girlfriend in the back of the head with a dish towel, her powers moved the fabric across the room with exact precision.
"Ow!" Wanda stuck her tongue out at her lover, and before the redhead could retaliate Friday was whispering, "Here's your report on Y/N, it appears she is finally stirring, and my system indicates she will be up within ten minutes."
"Thanks Friday," Natasha mumbled over a strawberry, making her lover grimace when a chewed up piece landed on the clean counter.
"Wow, I just don't understand how I landed such a stunner," Wanda sassed at the woman who met her words with a roll of the eyes, "When was the last time you cooked breakfast in bed for me Wanda? Hm? Oh yeah, never."
Wanda shrugged, an air of indifference in the gesture, "Most days you 'eat' coffee for breakfast, then complain at lunch time that your tummy hurts. Can't help the hopeless."
"Hey, I am not hopeless!"
"Update: She is awake, and heading to the bathroom," Friday cuts their bickering off, and in a split second Nat is darting towards your shared floor to ensure you don't plan to venture elsewhere, and fortunately for the couple trying to surprise you, you didn't.
*The coast is clear, the lioness has returned to her den, I repeat, she has returned to her den*
Ten minutes later Wanda gracefully waltzes into the hallway, trays of food follow her as she effortlessly manipulates them with her powers.
Natasha settles for knocking on the door, and after she heard your soft come in, she opened the oak door with a silly entrance of her head poking through a crack, "Are you decent?"
"Yeah," you laughed out, and the rumbling only intensified when Nat muttered out a "Damn.”
After the clearing of Wanda's throat Natasha fully entered your room to make room for the other half of the duo to enter with all the food.
"Good morning sunshine," Wanda greeted as she plopped down right beside you, and used her magic to open the blinds to your bedroom. You groaned, and much to the witches delight you buried your face against her shoulder to hide away from the blinding light. Natasha glared at her, and received only a smug smirk in response as she effortlessly shifted you into her hold completely to snuggle you for a bit.
"Hey, stop hogging the birthday girl," Natasha piped up only a minute later, her hands began to tug at your shoulder, and you slowly peered up at her with a soft smile, "Join us Natty, and I will gladly give you some morning snuggles."
Natasha catapulted over your bodies in a flash, she landed flat on her stomach but swiftly rolled to her side, opening her arms and lifting her brows suggestively, "Gimme, gimme!"
Wanda's arms instead tightened around you, you softly giggled into her neck, "Wands you have to share me with Tasha." causing the rise of goosebumps to bloom across her body.
"Says who?" She challenges, "I deserve them, I made breakfast, and all she did was eat it."
"I set it up!" Natasha huffs, and in a show of strength she manhandled you into her arms. "This is perfect, our girl to have and to hold."
Natasha and Wanda frowned at each other as you tensed at her words, it hurt them that you doubted their intentions, but they knew with how gossip flies, you'd been made to feel this way. As if you were just a toy for them to play with when bored, they planned on changing your tune today. To finally prove to you that it was never just a flirtatious game to them.
The stiff posture fortunately didn't last long, because though you were scared, you knew that Natasha and Wanda would never hurt you. They've been your fiercest protectors since day one, so if they were flirting with you due to a natural reflex, you wouldn't hold that against them. Because you still got moments like this.
Where, for a fleeting moment, the three of you remained cuddled up close, pretending this was your norm while you all all willed this to be a reoccurring event. Then they heard your stomach growling, and promptly doled out the bowls full of her scrambled hash, and fruits.
"Sweetheart, do you have any plans today?" Wanda looked at you with an excited smile.
"No," you whispered over a bite, "I was just gonna laze around, and eat loads of junk."
"I happen to think that sounds lo—, Ow!" Natasha flinched away after her girlfriends hand slapped her upside the head for what felt like the umpteenth time this morning—it was.
Wanda reached out with a box, eyes expectant as you tossed it between hands, so you opened the gift to find a sloth stuffy just as Wanda happily continued on, "Well, then would you care to accompany us to the zoo? We'd have the whole place rented for ourselves honey."
"Are you being serious right now?!" Your question came out about two octaves too high, but your inability to contain your excitement was actually a bonus to the nervous women.
"Well, what's in it for us if I say yes?" Natasha teased, but was quickly shut up by Wanda's slap to her shoulder. "Yes Y/N, we're serious. We cashed in on one of our favors with Tony, and would like to treat you to a nice day."
"Oh my gosh," you squealed before jumping into their dormant arms. You nearly knocked over the breakfast with your excitement, and after a moment of shock the women pulled you as close as possible, reciprocating the affection tenfold, and allowing you a moment of peace.
"What should I wear?"
"Whatever makes you comfortable," Natasha noted with a sneaky kiss placed on your cheek.
"When do we leave?"
"As soon as you're ready detka," Wanda added with a bright smile, and a light shove of your body out of the bed. "Give me ten minutes!"
The couple chuckled, watching as you ripped a bunch of clothes from your closet to take into your en suite. Natasha munched on a cold piece of bacon as Wanda began to clean up the remnants from the well enjoyed breakfast.
"I'm going to go change, I'll meet you two at the car," Wanda announced, she leaned in to kiss her lover goodbye, then left the room just before getting to see you. Natasha smirked at the sight of you in a customized shirt she never knew existed, but now that she did she couldn't decide if she wanted to praise it or destroy it.
"Welcome to My Zoo." Was emboldened across the top in white, and within multiple different structures she found the team as animals.
"Is that Wanda?" You nodded as she pointed to the adorable red panda curled up on a cot, and she smiled when she saw the intricate web spun around it that held up the creatures food.
"Where am I?" Natasha's eyes widened when you snickered and pointed to the corner of the enclosure. A loud laugh fell from her lips only a second later at the sight of a buff, cartoonish spider lifting barbells above its head.
"Gosh, you are so incredibly adorable detka." Natasha reached for your hand, the one you were nervously fidgeting with, and escorted you to the car just in time for Wanda's arrival.
"Shall we leave ladies?"
You nodded excitedly from the backseat, and the witch smiled down at you before taking her seat up front. Natasha smirked at you through the rearview mirror, "Take a look at our girl Wan, her shirt tells me she was born for this."
The brunette found your display of the super soldiers as buff anteaters, and the scientists as "trash pandas" rather amusing. She also found the lion—your favorite animal, being housed next to her and Nat's endearing, and likely a good sign for their not so hidden intentions.
The car ride was swift in the redheads corvette after the rounds of teasing died down. Wanda guided you from the car and into the park with a hand on your back, and a pep in her step as she brought you to the zoo's large gift shop. The way your eyes lit up at the massive array of memorialized animals was adorable, and she was beyond grateful to be able to witness it.
"Get whatever you want detka," Nat suddenly announced as she entered the shop, waving around a black card with a devilish smirk.
"I'd really like to know what Tony did to owe you so much," you mused while shoving the two foot long lion into her unsuspecting arms. "It's gotta be a funny story, I'm sure of it."
Natasha ignored Wanda's warning glance as she nodded, feeding your fantasies with a wink.
Unfunny truth be told, Tony felt like he owed Nat for the amount of times she's saved his life. So, whatever she wants, he gives, and with his guilt over Wanda's tragic start she is under the same treatment. Mention you, the teams soft spot, and he has no gripes with the balance being run up. He readily encourages it.
"Where to first?" Wanda asked, it was a silly question, and as Nat mouths along to your shriek of, "Lion's den!" She knows it was one.
Natasha and Wanda watched you for a long while as you stood outside the lion's enclosure. They found it amusing how much you deemed the lion worthy of knowing as you sat there talking for unaccounted for minutes, they were honestly worried you might have a preference for the felines over them, but then you'd look back at them every once in awhile with a huge grin, waving erratically at them then back to the lions, as if introducing them to your friend, and they knew then that you loved them too.
"She's perfect." Wanda hummed her agreement with her girlfriend. "Time for phase two?"
Wanda nodded, and Natasha walked over.
You shrieked when her hand made contact with your ass, her body pressed yours against the glass and you were horrified to see the lion lick its lips, as if you were everyone's prey here.
"N-natty, what are you doing?"
Natasha sighed, "It's your birthday detka, you remember the compound tradition, right?"
For a moment you wanted to curse Tony for implementing such a policy, where one must endure the same amount of hits as their age. Normally though it was just punches from grossly buff men who didn't pay any mind to their strength when busy behaving like kids.
"Yes, I do," you admitted and she slapped your other cheek for good measure. "Then you know exactly what I'm doing you silly girl." Natasha smirked when you pushed back into her hand.
You were so in your head you didn't register her arms wrapped around your waist. Her lips were right by your ear now as she lowered her tone, "Say goodbye to your new friends, we'll be waiting over in our corner, don't be long."
"I'll talk to you later Simba!" You sadly bid farewell to the lions, then with a reinvigorated step you sprinted on over to the awaiting couple and to their delight recounted the last ten minutes with the lions with hyper lips.
Next on your agenda was the penguins, the couple nearly lost their shit when you waddled in tandem with the creatures as you spoke to them as if there wasn't any language barriers. When you nearly fell into the murky water you felt a hand on your shoulder, you looked back to see a smirking redhead, and the far more concerned expression of the brunette.
Natasha and Wanda decided in the moment it was time that they fed you actual food. After the fourth cotton candy without so much as a sip of water they knew you'd likely set off a game of Jumanji if left completely unchecked.
So now the three of you were sat at a table, with the penguins exhibit to your left, and a spread of delicious lunch foods on the table. You were nervous, the flowers in the vase, and the way the couple stared you down gave a new ambiance to an otherwise normal lunch date.
It felt more real than ever before, and you were nervous you wouldn't meet their expectations.
"How about we play a game?"
You looked to the redhead warily, the grin she wore implied she was a wolf in sheep's clothes.
Wanda chimed in as she lazily munched on her carrot, "Elaborate Nat, or she won't play," she smirked when she saw your eyes widen some.
No matter the game, you could tell by the glint in both of their eyes, that you were a winner. Years of pining after the couple in shame has led to this glorious moment in time where they took their playful flirting a final step forward.
"Oh, well it's simply the oldest game in the book my darling girl," she teased as her calloused fingers walked up the length of your arm, "Predator vs. Prey, you hide, we seek."
"So, hide and seek?" You simplified her words, but she merely chuckled, "You say that until we sink our teeth into you baby, because after that it's really just biology; we'll devour you whole."
"Like I'm the viper, and you're the bunny," Wanda elaborated with her hand clasping over yours, and Natasha mirrored her movement, "I'm the black widow, and you're the fly."
"I much prefer being the capable Avenger, and you the very beautiful, Avenger duo I adore."
Both of their eyes softened for a moment, you relished in the feeling of warmth shooting throughout your entire body as both of their lips kissed over your knuckles. You missed the warm feeling as soon as they replaced your hands on the table, and you frowned when they removed their touch from you all together.
"Are we playing or not honey?"
For everyone's safety you'd looked over a map, and chose to play the game of sexually charged hide and seek in the area dedicated to birds. For some reason it felt the most logical, but it also came without much of an explanation.
You didn't wanna upset the gorillas, or tigers, or the bears. You didn't want to be mauled, and the women found your reasoning humorous.
Wanda was the first to seek you out with success, it wasn't hard when your thoughts were audible, and now she watched you from afar as you were settled by the toucans. She agreed to let Nat capture you, so for now she would observe the bounce in your leg, and hear the creative thoughts you had about them.
Never in her days would she peg you to be as kinky as you were, her body was electrified now with thoughts to piggyback off of your own.
Natasha didn't have much trouble finding you either, she waved at her lover, and looked down at your unaware form with a devious grin that Wanda shook her head at. The redhead crouched down low so you couldn't possibly see her coming as she approached you, her finger tapped your right shoulder, and just as you went to fall for it she pounced from the left. Both of your bodies tumbled across the gravel, you huffed at the impact, but soon found yourself giggling as she tickled you.
As sexually charged as the prior conversation was, she'd never miss out on a chance to make you laugh. Nor would she openly take you in the middle of a public zoo full of cameras.
"Natty stop!!!" The redhead only dug her fingers into your sides deeper, you were gasping for air at this point, and your saving grace came in the form of a chuckling Wanda who now hovered your bodies. "Wands! Help!"
Wanda decided to be your savior, she caught her lovers hands with her powers, allowing you the chance to shimmy out from under her and to run into the brunette for perceived safety.
"That wasn't fair!" Natasha groaned as she got to her feet and turned to face your conjoined bodies with an angry finger wag. Then she paused her rant, too engrossed with the way Wanda cradled your head to her chest. You pouted at her as if you were a wounded kitten, and her heart nearly combusted at the overall cuteness. "However, you're cute so I'll let it slide. But be wary Y/N, I'll seek vengeance."
You stuck your tongue out at the redhead, and she found the childish display adorable. She stepped forward, and much to your delight she wrapped her arms around you both, and then lifted your bodies off the ground effortlessly.
"We're going home ladies. No more monkeying around when we should be eating cake and snuggling in our retrospective birthday suits."
The car ride back was unusually quiet. After you stopped for McD's, your unwavering dinner request, nobody spoke. All three of you were too in your heads, each with varying thoughts that all lead back to the same place.
The bedroom, the one currently decked out in gifts from the rest of the team, which is why the couple knew better and brought you to theirs.
Wanda ran to the kitchen, while Natasha escorted you onto their bed, and placed a blindfold over your eyes for the time being.
"Happy Birthday to you," you beamed as Wanda's melodic voice began to sing the celebratory tune, "Happy Birthday to you," Natasha's raspy voice harmonized with her on the second line, and you melted into their bed.
Having all their attention wasn't unusual for you, but this time felt so much more intimate, the love and tension in the air was palpable.
Wanda settled the cake before you, and the redhead undid the strap of your blindfold. The couple smiled at one another as you gasped, all the witches hard work, and Natasha's earlier morning aggravation of her seemingly paid off because you were enamored by her cake.
"This is amazing," you cried, tears of joy easily filling your waterline as you took in the sight of you three at the zoo once more. The artistry was magnificent, you honestly felt like telling her to quit Avenging and open a bakery. You knew that was also a bad idea though, because all the excess batches would go to the team, and they were already hyper enough as it is.
"Thank you detka," Wanda couldn't help but to blush as you continued to praise her skills. She excused herself shortly after to cut the cake, and to reel her desires in as best she could.
Natasha pulled you into her lap excitedly, and you bit back a moan as you felt her semi-soft dick press into your ass. You wiggled slightly, and she groaned hotly into your ear, her hands gripped your hips tightly as she now fought to control her carnal urges. "Be careful detka, don't poke the bear if you wanted cake first."
"Who said I did?" You ground down into her again, and this time she growled while tossing you flat onto your back so she could trap your body against the mattress with her own. Her hand instinctively wrapped around your neck, she didn't need to be a mind reader to know. "Be careful what you wish for darling, because trust me, daddy has no problem giving it."
Wanda cleared her throat, the three plates of cake in her hand were discarded promptly.
"I can't believe mommy almost missed the show," she purred, her finger delicately traced over your face before she pulled the redhead into a kiss that had you squirming with need. "Go on moya lyubov', have your fun with her."
"Mommy," you repeated the term with an air of faux innocence, "You're playing too right?"
"Oh sweet girl," Wanda leant down to kiss you softly, "I wouldn't miss this for the world."
Wanda stood off to the side while Natasha, with your consent, removed your clothing until you were as bare as the day you were born.
"Happy Birthday to me," Natasha commented enthusiastically as she took your bareness in. You giggled nervously, body now alit with goosebumps as a set of chills ran through you as you realized just how real this had become.
"You're so beautiful Y/N," Natasha couldn't help but to note, "Our beautiful, perfect peach."
There was a fondness in her eyes that made you believe her without question, the way she smiled up at her longtime girlfriend, as if she sought her agreement made your heart flutter. Wanda returned her agreement in the form of a smile directed right at you. Her eyes shone with more love than you'd ever felt deserving of and you nearly sobbed as you felt it wholly.
"I bet she tastes just as sweet," Wanda husked, and Natasha groaned at just the thought, you gulped as she now stared deep into your eyes, reaching the depths of your soul as she firmly pressed her pelvis into the mattress to relieve the ache in her boxers. "Please detka, can daddy have a taste? I promise to be gentle, I need to try you detka, Pozhaluysta."
(Baby, please)
"Use your words krasivaya," Wanda dismissed your nod immediately, desperate or not to have you crying for them, she wanted to hear you. "Beg daddy, tell her how much you need it."
"Daddy please," your lip trembled as you tried to express your neediness, and Natasha's cock twitched against its confinement when your hips canted into hers on impulse. "I need you so bad, need your mouth, you can taste me."
"Oh detka, you've made daddy so happy," the redhead dipped her head down, inhaling sharply as she reached the apex of your mound, she softly coughed as your heady scent overwhelmed her, her pupils dilated and her tip quivered at the idea of being inside you.
"Wanna make mommy happy?" Wanda asked, staring into your eyes while her hands reached behind her to pull at the zipper of her dress. You nodded enthusiastically, unable to speak as Natasha teasingly licked at your folds. "How about you let mommy ride your face then?"
Wanda saw the spark light up in your eyes, she could hear your thoughts racing, she could only imagine your heart was near to exploding. She watched as you swallowed thickly as her tight dress got caught on her hips. Your hand reached out to help her pull the fabric down the rest of the way until it could fall on its own.
The brunette softly pecked your lips, rasping against them a sultry, "Are you ready?" To which you breathlessly moaned out a yes as the redhead took this moment to finally cut her teasing off, diving right into your wet cunt.
Natasha was considering retiring right now, she'd never felt more destined to be somewhere before in her life. Every time she twirled her tongue she'd hear Wanda gasp, when she nibbled on your clit her lover would cry as you seemingly mirrored her strokes. Deciding to take up residence between your thighs almost certainly outweighed fighting off aliens.
There was something so satisfying about being able to feel your muscle's quivering as your heel pressed into her back, shoving her tongue deeper into you as you instinctually moved to suffocate her with the closing of your thighs.
"Oh shit," Wanda cried out as you swirled your tongue inside of her. She was bouncing with such fervor you felt your face numbing. Her slippery lips repeatedly slapped into your face with a delectable sting that had you mewling.
Between the push and pull of the women, one solely using you for their own pleasure, and the other working more towards mutuality you were already reaching a fucked out state.
Regardless of her selfish motives, Wanda was helping you too, her addictive taste alone had you teetering over that edge of total bliss. Combined with the sound of Natasha's muffled grunts as she ate you out greedily, and Wanda's wanton moans, spurred on by your tongue, well, it is what made you finally let go.
Wanda screamed as your muffled moans shook her, she felt almost out of body for a second as she continued to ride your face, heart beating in her head as she chased down the high that was dwindling fast as the seconds rushed by.
Natasha was well on her way to pulling a second orgasm from you with the way she continued to sloppily give you head. You were a never ending well of divinity, your tangy slick was collected as if it were a life source, it mixed with her drool that smeared over her chin and she held no shame as it glistened under the pink hued sunlight peering through the blinds.
All three of your chests heaved out of order, you'd not only been being suffocated by one, but the other worked in tandem to properly steal your breath away. Wanda crawled down the bed as soon as her brain fog cleared up, she slammed her lips into Natasha's, and moaned as soon as she slid her tongue over hers.
You tasted like she imagines Heaven to be like.
— Pure & Sweet —
Natasha's hand suddenly twisted into Wanda's hair, taking her out of her sweet yet sinful thoughts of you and to a place dripping with arousal. She forcefully pulled her back and left a trail of splotchy bruises down her throat, something that turned you on expeditiously. "Fuck." Natasha smirked against her lovers skin at your breathy whisper. "Hey sweet girl."
Natasha chuckled hotly as you covered your face with your hands to hide your goofy smile. They'd always made you nervous, and it was adorable that you'd still be so shy even with her girlfriends slick on your face and yours on hers.
Wanda turned to look at you with a wide grin, "God I love when pretty girls prove me right!" She winked when your eyes widened nervously. "You're just so sweet detka, that's gonna be dangerous with Natty, she has a sweet tooth."
"Seriously detka," Natasha chimed in, "I'm never going to give you a minute of peace."
The couple parted with another kiss, Nat spun Wanda off of the bed, and planted her before you at the end of the bed. She moved up to the side of the bed and looked down at you.
“Hi.” Natasha smirked, and you were stilled. Your eyes trailed over her body as she slid her jacket off, then with one twist of her arm the muscle top she wore beneath it was discarded. Your eyes traveled even lower, her grey boxers were already disheveled, with her hard cock being held firmly against her abdomen.
Your mouth ran dry when she pulled the boxers down, she was intimidatingly thick, her veins prominent enough that you could see them pulsing, and you were certain if you held a ruler to her that she’d supersede the norm.
You gasped when she kicked the boxers behind her, her cock swung at your mouth, a drop of her cum now layered your lips. Your tongue darted out, and you moaned appreciatively making Nat ready to give you more of her.
“Mommy’s gonna get you ready for me,” the redhead informed you with a smile, you looked down and saw Wanda staring at your cunt with her fingers trailing over your thighs. “And you’re going to get daddy’s cock ready for you.”
Natasha started out slow, thrusting only the tip passed your lips, waiting for you to take some initiative, and as you swirled your tongue around her tip she knew you were ready. She fucked your throat raw as Wanda spread your walls apart in preparation for her cock.
You moaned around her when Wanda curled her fingers, causing her to twitch unendingly, she was so close, and you were ready for it.
You harshly squeezed the redheads balls, and mewled as you felt her load shoot down your throat. A low groan, almost reminiscent of a growl, left the woman as her head flew back. “Etot tvoy rot - ray.” She continued to thrust her cock down your throat, the sound of you gagging on her cum and your drool that she only pushed even further kept her hard, long spurts of cum would shoot out of her, leaving her to gasp sharply as her abdomen tensed.
(that mouth of yours is heaven)
Natasha pulled out only seconds before Wanda brought you over the edge of bliss with a curl of her talented fingers. Your hazy eyes crossed, your mouth falling wide open but no sounds ever left you, your back arched instead as you gushed around the brunette’s fingers.
It was clear to you that Natasha was as elegant as a ballerina, she kissed you breathless, then in your moment of blackout she rearranged your environment. Wanda was laid down flat on the mattress, smiling up at you as Natasha maneuvered you so that you were on your hands and knees. Hovering over the witch who whispered something you couldn't understand, it sounded devilish. When she leaned up to kiss you messily, you knew it was, a body shuddering spark ran directly to your cunt, and you felt overwhelmingly warm in a flash.
"How do you want me Y/N?" Natasha panted, she stroked her shaft while waiting impatiently for an answer. You looked into the beautiful eyes of her girlfriend, they were amused as they understood the look in your eyes, the pleading expectantly flying off the tip of your tongue, "Raw, please daddy, I want you to fuck your seed into me, fuck, I need it so bad, please."
The way you wiggled your ass had the redhead ready to just slam into you. "Oh fucking hell, it feels like you're trying to kill me now detka." She slapped your ass harshly, and beamed when you counted, adding to the zoo hits.
“Good girl,” she rasped and you whimpered, she watched you flutter around nothing in awe. Natasha's thumb ran over the dripping tip of her cock, she whimpered at the touch, you'd made her incredibly desperate. She swiveled her precum over your clit, a raspy moan sprung from your parched throat as pleasure coursed through you; Wanda's mouth flew open too.
The redhead spread your juices down your slit just before she lined her tip up with your cunt. There was no doubt in your mind Wanda felt the intrusion as she entered you from behind, the way her face contorted, mouth agape with her eyebrows pinched mirrored how you felt.
Wanda hummed as she felt that familiar phantom stretching of her walls. You however choked on a painful scream, and the witch drug her nails down your sides to distract you. You thanked her with a pitiful grimace that was meant to be a smile, and she smiled back.
Natasha took your wiggle as a sign to move, she experimented by pulling a couple inches of her shaft out and then thrusting them back in at a slow pace. That unsavory feeling of being ripped apart faded fast, and it was replaced by mind blowing pleasure. As your walls molded around her it felt like you were always meant to be connected like this; the perfect fit.
None of you needed much to get you going. With every squeeze of your walls Natasha found her resolve crumbling, and you and the witch felt her corresponding pleasure pulsing. Wanda enjoyed seeing how close you were, she slapped your breasts, catching and twisting your nipples between her thumb, and finger.
You reluctantly shrieked out a 15, and a 16, and then you choked out a 17 and 18 when Natasha squeezed the ample flesh of your ass before she roughly slapped the skin in succession.
Your arms partially gave out as your orgasm tore through you, your lips landed on Wanda’s parted set as she moaned her pleasure, she licked over your bottom lip and you let her in.
Wanda swallowed all of your moans as Natasha let go inside of you, Wanda’s tongue swirled around yours as hot spurts of cum painted your walls white, and you shuddered at the feeling.
The couple took care of you as you faded away into an invisible bubble of pleasure. Natasha cleaned you up while Wanda fixed the bed. The redhead made peanut butter sandwiches, and brought water with her while the brunette helped you with your nightly hygiene routine.
Wanda fed you, and Natasha gave you water. Even when you let them know that you could handle it. They informed you that you’re their special girl, and deserving of being tended to. Then the three of you brushed your teeth together, you nearly cried when you found they had a toothbrush for you in their bathroom.
It told you that this wasn’t a birthday one off.
Not that their adoring stares didn’t already say the same. It was the most obvious truth.
Natasha crawled into the bed first, she patted the space beside her, and Wanda nudged you forward so that you’d take it. The redhead embraced you close, tenderly kissing your face as she waited to be able to shut off the light. The brunette then pulled a blanket over your bodies as she laid down directly behind you, taking over on kissing you goodnight.
"Do you think it worked?" You asked over a massive yawn, and Natasha softly sighed as she kissed your temple, "I hope so detka, I know this is sorta new, but we hope you know this is real, our love for you knows no bounds."
Wanda purred against your neck, "I have a good feeling about this." She softly raised her head and gazed lovingly into your tired eyes. You were pouting and the witch held back her awe as she pressed her lips to yours to help straighten them out, and hopefully relieve a bit of your worry. "Hey, and if it didn't, we'll have the rest of time to continue trying to make it."
You chuckled hoarsely, "What? My inability to walk or speak isn't enough for you two?"
"Forever with you wouldn't even be enough." Wanda spoke simply, the room suddenly thick with tension as you tried but ultimately failed to hold back your tears. "We love you Y/N."
"With all of our hearts," Natasha added, her tone uncharacteristically timid as she also tried to contain her overflowing emotions. "You know, I think the world divined you just for us. It's as if they knew our life would only ever be complete with you in it; our precious peach."
"Fuck Natty, I was trying not to cry," you sobbed humorously and the women chuckled warmly while somehow snuggling impossibly closer to you. "I'm sorry detka," the way she laughed as she spoke told you she wasn't really; you didn't mind. "I love you both so much."
They took turns kissing you, a silent response of We love you too, being relayed with just their lips. You sighed in contentment, eyes closing at the sensation, and never reopening. Your mind having been captured by a sleep so damn good you had to let the women know.
"I didn't miss her snoring," Natasha teased, and Wanda instinctively pinched her side.
"You're abusive," the redhead huffed, scooting closer to the edge to put some distance between her, and Wanda, but she received a terrifying glare as she pulled you with her.
"You're childish," Wanda retaliated, "And you better clean it up Natasha, because we're due to be parents in give or take nine months."
Wanda smiled softly, cupping Nat's cheek as she saw her generally stoic lover on the verge of tears. "I told you both, I had a good feeling."
"Sh-she's..." The redhead couldn't even get the words out. In a show of mercy Wanda shushed her with a peck on her lips. "She's most likely pregnant Nat, I could feel the polarizing connection of your seed with her egg."
Natasha squealed, burying her face into your neck to try and conceal the joyful sound as she left grateful kisses all over your exposed skin.
"We're gonna be mamas..."
Wanda smiled at the scene, her palm settled over your belly protectively as she settled into your other side so she could finally rest. You were officially there's, no longer would anyone be left to pine after the other. It was settled.
Life was perfect—You were perfect...
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Sugar, Sugar Part 2
Pairing: WandaNat x Reader
Word Count: 2.3k
Summary: You, Wanda, and Natasha go over your sugar baby contract and you experience what it's like having the two women please you.
Warning: This contains smut and the following kinks: degradation, praise, thigh riding, daddy kink, mommy kink (I think that's all of them, but let me know if I missed one)
Author's note: I meant to post this last night, but I ended up falling asleep. Anyway here it is now! I decided to add smut, but since this is the trios first time I kept it pretty tame (at least according to my standards its pretty tame lol)
Part 1
After your little date with Natasha and Wanda, you go home with Kate. You climb into bed, surprisingly happy about how today turned out. You never thought being a sugar baby was something you would ever do, but the prospects of being able to afford rent and bills was just too tempting. And it helped that two of the hottest women in the world wanted you. All of your previous reservations about being a sugar baby had practically vanished after your meeting with the women.
You spend your night texting Natasha and Wanda, just getting to know them. You learn about their lives and they learn about yours.
The next morning arrives pretty quickly, and you're excited because you know it means you get to talk to Nat and Wanda some more.
You check your phone and you see that you have two new messages in your newly made groupchat.
Nat: Good morning hon! Text us when you're up, we wanted to meet today and draft up a contract.
Wanda: And have a good day! Talk to you soon baby!
The messages bring a smile to your face, and you quickly text the two women, telling them you can meet them whenever. They decide to pick you up at 1 and to bring you to their home to have this conversation.
The two women arrive at your apartment promptly at 1pm, just like they said they would. Natasha is in the driver's seat, while Wanda is in the drivers seat. Wanda get out when she notices you approaching so that she can open your door.
"Thanks Wanda," you say, blushing over the fact that this beautiful woman is opening the door for you.
"You're welcome darling," she says back. She makes sure that you're buckled before she climbs back into her seat. Once she's situated Natasha takes off to their house.
The three of you converse the throughout the whole drive. You talk about your school, your friends, their work, and more. Pretty soon Natasha is pulling up to a gated driveway and punching in a code. The gate retracts and lets the car in.
As the car pulls into the driveway, your mouth drops open. You knew the two of them were rich, but you didn't realize just how rich they are. Their house is massive, with it's pool and basketball court and tennis court. From the looks of it, the house has everything you could ever need.
"You might want to close your mouth baby," Natasha says with a smile, glancing back at you in her rearview mirror.
"Sorry," you say. You glance down at your lap, hoping to avoid eye contact with either of the women.
"You don't have to apologize baby, she's just teasing. Aren't you Natty?"
Natasha nods in agreement before saying, "You're just so cute when you're embarrassed honey." Natasha throws the car into park and walks around to open the door for you this time. A blush is gracing your face, and you think in the presence of these two, it's never going to go away. She helps you out the car and leads you into the house, with Wanda right behind the two of you. Wanda goes right, while you and Natasha goes left, where she leads you to a home office.
You sit down in a chair while Natasha sits in the one of the left of you.
"Where'd Wanda go?"
"She just went to get some drinks," Natasha says. "She'll be here soon." As soon as those words left Natasha's mouth, in walks Wanda carrying three bottles of water, a laptop, and a stack of papers. She gives one set of papers and water to you and one to Tasha, leaving one for herself.
Wanda sits down on the seat to your right and then she starts talking.
"I know this can be a lot to take in," Wanda says. "But we just wanted to go over everything and make sure you understand what you're getting yourself into. And if you decide to change your mind, you can back out at any time," Wanda assures you.
“Ok so what’s first?”
“First we wanted to talk about what we’re expecting and maybe tweak some things if we need to,” Natasha says. “The paper we gave you is just an example of a contract and what ours could look like.”
“We’re looking for someone to go to events with us when the other can’t go and to keep us company whenever we want. Are those things you’re okay with sweetheart?” Natasha asks you.
“Yes I’m fine with all of that,” you say. “I’d be more than happy to spend time with the two of you,” you say rather flirtatiously.
“Look who’s getting all courageous now,” Wanda lightly teases.
“I guess the two of you are just rubbing off on me.”
“Mhm,” the woman says, agreeing with you. She eyes you up and down, and you can see her pupils dilating, but the look in her eyes disappears just as quickly as it appeared.
“What’s next?”
“So allowance. We were thinking $2000 a week. Is that enough?” Wanda asks.
Your mouth drops open.
“What is something wrong? Do you need more?” Natasha asks, noticing your shocked expression.
“No! That’s more than enough,” you assure her. “I’m just not used to that much money,” you explain.
"It's no problem baby, you deserve it." Natasha's words bring a smile to your face.
"Next thing we need to discuss is sex, we can put off this conversation until later or we can have it now, whatever you want baby," Wanda says.
"We can talk about it now," you say, a shy smile gracing your face. Even though you were experienced in the bedroom, the topic still made you embarrassed.
"So you know that we're both doms, and I'm guessing based off of that cute, little smile and blush on your face, you're a sub?" Natasha asks. You nod your head in conformation.
And do you know about the traffic light system?"
"Yes, I've used it before."
"Okay good. If you ever need to safe word for any reason whatsoever, just say red and everything stops. We promise we won't be mad," Wanda says.
"Thank you, I really appreciate that, you two," you say.
"You don't have to thank us honey. We're just doing what all doms should do," Natasha says. Her words give you a sense of comfort. You had never been with someone who cared about your wellbeing like the two of these women did. And the crazy thing is, you had just met these women, but you still felt safe with them.
“And aftercare. What do you like?”
“Cuddles, baths or showers, cuddly naps,” you say.
"Okay that’s actually perfect, that’s what we like too. And now we just need to go over some kinks, and you can just tell us if you like them or not, okay sweetheart?" Wanda asks.
"Okay, that sounds good."
"Bondage?"
"Yes."
"Spanking?"
"Yes."
"Praise?"
"Yes."
"Choking?"
"Yes."
"You're a dirty little thing, aren't you baby? It'd probably be easier for us to just ask what you aren't into huh?" Wanda teases you.
"Yeah, unless you'd like to be here all day," you say.
"I'd have no objections to that," Natasha says, making you giggle. "So what aren't you into baby?"
"Blood, scat, feet, extreme pain, ummm," you say, trying to think of more. "I think that's it, or it's all I can think of right now."
"I knew you'd be a dirty little thing," Wanda tells you.
"How do you feel about calling Wanda mommy and me daddy?" Natasha asks, slightly changing the subject.
"I'd really like that," you say. You can already feel your pussy starting to drip just talking about all of these kinks, and your neediness is starting to get to you.
"It looks like you really like that princess," Wanda says, her eyes trained on your lap, where you had been trying to subtly adjust yourself, trying to relieve the pressure in your core.
A whine is the only thing that leaves your lips, and it surprises the two women.
"Sounds like you need some help baby," Natasha says.
"Please," you beg.
Natasha gets up from her chair and goes to stand behind you. She leans down, her lips lightly grazing you ear. "Are you sure baby? I know we said we'd ease you into this, and if you don't want to do anything sexual right now we don't have to," Natasha says, wanting to make sure you're alright.
"I'm sure, please touch me, I need you," you beg both of the women. Before the words had barely left your mouth you're being attacked by two sets of lips and hands. Wanda pulls you onto her lap, she lifts your skirt up a bit, adjusting you so that your panty covered mound is against her thigh.
Wanda's lips attach to the side of your neck while Natasha moves to stand behind the two of you, so that you are face to face with her. She tilts your head up so you can look at her. She presses her lips to yours and her kiss is surprisingly gentle.
Wanda's hand go to your hips, adjusting you so that you're straddling one of her thighs. Her detaches her lips from your neck so she can speak to you.
"Be a good little slut and ride mommy's thigh, baby," the woman says to you. You moan into Natasha's mouth, as she continues to kiss you while you start to slowly grind your hips.
"Come on baby. I know you can do better than that," Natasha says, encouraging you. You start to grind harder on Wanda's thigh, while Natasha's left hand makes it's way to your hair. She threads her fingers through your hair and tilts you head up. Wanda's hands stay on your hips, pushing you down onto her.
"Daddy knows you can go faster than that. Don't make me punish you," Natasha warns. Your hips speed up, your clit bumping against Wanda's thigh with every thrust. You can feel your high quickly approaching, your senses just so overwhelmed by the two women. Natasha's hand slips from your hair to your chest, her hand slipping underneath your shirt and bra, so she can pinch your nipples. The feeling almost sends you over the edge.
"Please, please, please," you beg, the need to cum approaching. The women's touches are overstimulating, it's like you can feel them everywhere.
"Use your words sweetheart. What's my little slut want?" Wanda says.
"Please mommy, please daddy, let me cum," you beg, your thrusts starting to get sloppy as you start to lose control over yourself.
"Cum for us baby," one of the women say, although you're not sure which one it is, too caught up in your pleasure to notice.
Your loud moans fill up the room as you cum all over Wanda's thigh, your panties becoming soaked and sticky as your cum leaks out of your pussy and into them.
"You did such a good job baby," Wanda says. She moves you so that your arms are wrapped around her neck and she presses gentle kisses to your face.
"You're such a good girl, doing everything we asked so perfectly," Natasha praises. The praise makes you cling onto Wanda more, making you more needy than you already are, but the two women don't mind. 'Do you wanna go shower sweetheart?"
"But what about you two?" you ask, referencing the fact that neither woman came.
"This was just about you baby. You can help us out some other time," Wanda says.
"Then can I take a bath please?"
"Of course angel, anything for you," Natasha says.
The three of you make your way to the bathroom, passing through what you think is Natasha and Wanda’s bedroom to get there. Natasha grabbing soap and a wash cloth for you while Wanda makes the bath for you.
"Bubbles or no bubbles?"
"Bubbles please," you say. Wanda grabs her favorite bubble bath and pours some into the tub for you. Soon the tub is filled up and the two women go to leave when you stop them.
"Can you join me please? Unless you don't want to, which is fine," you say quickly, your voice trailing off at the end.
"Of course we'll join you honey," Natasha says. Pretty soon the three of you are sitting in the massive tub, bubbles surrounding the three of you. You’re cuddled in between the two women, while they both bath you.
“Okay are you right to get out now?” Wanda asks. You nod yes and let the two women help you out. They dry you off and give you some of their own clothes to wear.
“Thank you,” you tell the two women once you were dressed, sleepiness lacing your voice.
“You’re welcome sweetheart,” Wanda says, leaving a gentle kiss on your nose.
“Of course, honey,” Natasha says, gently kissing your cheek. “Do you need a nap baby?”
“Yes please,” you say. Hearing you say yes please melts the two women’s hearts, not that they would tell you that though.
The two women take you to their room and lay you gently in the bed. They crawl in too, surrounding you on both sides.
“Go to sleep honey. We’ll be here when you wake up,” Wanda says. The two women leave kisses on your head while you cuddle into them, eventually drifting off.
Once you’re asleep the two women share a look and they both know what the other is thinking. They like you a lot, way more than they’ve ever liked a sugar baby before, and they don’t know what it means yet. But they will gladly find out.
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dear jealousy by @french-vanilla-in-the-clouds (fluff)
a case of mistletoe and presents by @bakerstreethound (smutty)
✧*̥˚ call of duty *̥˚✧
könig
sugar daddy!könig by @yawnderu (smut)
simon "ghost" riley
soft-tummy simon riley by @lovelyghst (fluff)
pornstar!Ghost by @shotmrmiller (smut)
drabble by @xiamentshoneypot (fluff)
✧*̥˚ actors/actresses*̥˚✧
tom hiddleston
in too deep by @thefaefiction (smut)
✧*̥˚ authors*̥˚✧
here are some of the authors i love to read and i always go back to!
@ironstrange1991 (stephen strange)
her masterlist
@buckyalpine (bucky barnes)
her masterlist
@luvrxbunny (bucky barnes, miguel o'hara, moon knight, joel miller)
her masterlist
@fettuccin-e (oscar isaac & pedro pascal characters)
her masterlist
@bakerstreethound (sherlock holmes)
their masterlist
@withalittlehoney (stephen strange)
her masterlist
@melodygatesauthor (moon knight & miguel o'hara)
her masterlist
#ao3#love#fluff#x reader#marvel#mcu#no y/n#steve rogers x reader x bucky barnes#reader insert#call of duty#recommendations#recs#my recs#author recs#fanfic recs#bucky barnes#winter soldier#steve rogers#captain america#könig cod#könig call of duty#simon riley#simon ghost riley#tom hiddleston#bbc sherlock#sherlock holmes#dr strange#doctor strange#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff x reader
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The Avengers getting pardoned and returning to the Avengers Tower. Tony and Pepper are away so Peter is left to show them around.
Steve, getting out of the quinjet: Where's Stark?
Peter, dropping from the air: Good afternoon pussies, cowards and scaredy-cats my name is Spider-man and I've been doing what the US government paid for and entrusted you with while you were busy throwing a tantrum against 117 countries and then running away from all responsibility to go live with your African sugar-daddy.
Steve:
Clint, to Natasha: Wow, he didn't even fucking stutter.
#avengers funny#avengers incorrect quotes#avengers incorrect scenarios#avengers#peter parker#spiderman#tony stark#black widow#bamf peter parker#powerful peter parker#post civil war#sassy peter parker#clint barton#steve rogers#peter fucking with the Avengers since day 1
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