#top natasha Romanoff
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Life imitates art
A/n: whewww this is one of my favorite things I ever written
Pairings: Beefy!Art Professor!Natasha x Fem!Student!Reader
Warnings: age gap (not specified), Nat has a dick, smut, blowjob, degradation, painting a nude person, reader being that nude person, pervy Nat (?), student/teacher dynamics
Okay so you’ve been failing your art class in college. But it’s really not your fault you’ve just been so caught up with your other classes that you’ve been slacking off.
And of course your professor noticed. Natasha knew she had to talk to you after class because you were one of her top students and now you’ve fallen off the deep end.
So after the lecture and after everyone leaves, leaving their canvases up to dry, the redhead calls you to stay after class.
You walked towards her desk with a nervous feeling in your stomach. You know you’re gonna get some kind of lecture of your own.
“Yes Professor Romanoff?” You asked in a sweet tone hoping you won’t be getting into any trouble with her. Not that she’s a mean professor per se but when a student fails she makes them do an extra project to get their grades up. It’s almost like she loves to torture people!
“Miss Y/n you’ve been failing very miserably in my class. Any particular reason why?” She asked.
You gulped, “Well…you see professor I’ve just been so caught up in my other classes that I’ve kind of been slacking on this one but-“
“So is my class not important to you?”
“No! It’s very important to me I love art and I love painting but I have these two big tests coming up so I haven’t had the time to finish my projects and you know I don’t do half assed work when it comes to my art.”
The redhead smiled a little bit at that, “Yes, which I do admire and appreciate but I’d like you to put more effort into my class.”
You looked down at your feet shamefully, “Yes Professor Romanoff.” You sounded like a scolded child.
“Well,” she stood up and walked over to her empty easel and put a large blank canvas on it. She also put a chair right behind it.
Then she walked back over to you. “You know how to get your grade up in my class. But instead of you painting I want you to be my model. Can you do that?”
The thought of you being her model made your flush, “I guess.”
“Great. Now strip off your clothes.”
“W-what?”
“You heard me. I’ve personally always wanted to have a live nude model in my presence to paint so nows my chance.”
“Professor Romanoff…this is highly inappropriate im your student plus you’re like a decade older than-“
“Do you want those grades or not detka?” The nickname gave you a shiver down your spine.
“Yes I do but-“
“Then do as I say and take your clothes off.” You quickly complied, shakily pulling your shirt over your head and unclasping your bra. Your shoes, socks, jeans, and panties came off next.
“Go sit on that chair over there.” She pointed to the chair that sat in front of the easel. You took a deep breath and walked over to sit down. Your arms resting on the armrests and your legs clenched together.
As Natasha got set up behind the easel she said, “Don’t hide your pretty pussy from me baby.” Your eyes widened at her words but you complied. Desperate for the grades, you slowly spread your legs. Unfortunately you were embarrassingly wet.
It’s no surprise you have a crush on your professor. She’s beefy with a pretty face and exudes dominance. Her shirt sleeves are always rolled up to her elbows and her slacks fit her perfectly. Along with the occasional blazer she wears.
Unbeknownst to you she noticed how wet your little cunt was and smirked.
She began to paint you, taking in every breathtaking detail of you.
You felt so vulnerable in this position. Sitting naked in front of your fully clothed professor as she painted your naked form.
She didn’t even bother to try to hide the erection in her pants, because she knew you felt the same way about her. It was only a matter of time before she could finally taste you and have her way with you.
Once she had gotten most of the painting down-she can finish it later she will remember every inch of your body-she walked over to you.
You sat up straighter, not daring to close your legs. Natasha towered over you and looked down at your pretty perky nipples and your wet pussy.
“I think my model needs a reward for being such a good girl don’t you think?” She asked and you sucked in a breath.
She tilted your chin up with her index finger, “Yes or no babygirl.”
Oh you knew it was wrong so, so wrong. But you found yourself saying, “Yes.” It came out as a whisper you were surprised she even heard it.
The redhead smirked, “That’s what I thought.” She got down on her knees, her hands sliding up your bare legs before she licked a bold strip against your pussy. You moaned, throwing your head back at the little piece of friction you just got.
“If my student didn’t want to get naked for me then…why is she so soaking wet?” As she said this she ran her finger up your folds. You hissed in response.
“I know you’ve wanted me since the first day of class. Don’t worry, I want you too.” She kissed the inside of your thigh before licking your folds again, eating you out with such passion that you forgot where you were.
Her mouth attached itself to your clit and you gripped her hair tightly as she sent you closer and closer to the edge before you drenched her face with your release.
“Oh god!” You moaned breathlessly.
“You taste so good detka. Care to return the favor?” She asked with a cocky smile. You immediately got on your knees in front of her and unbuckled her pants, pulling them and her boxers down to free her large cock.
Your eyes widened at the size and you wrapped your hand around her shaft and began to jerk her off.
“I wanna see those pretty lips around my cock baby.” She commanded dryly.
You gulped before wrapping your lips around the tip and sinking down onto it, bobbing your head up and down and jerking off whatever you couldn’t fit in your mouth.
Natasha gripped your hair as you sucked her off. “Such a slut for me huh. Who knew you’d be so eager to taste my dick.” Your pussy was dripping onto the floor both from your previous orgasm and your arousal at the mere action of sucking her cock.
“Shit baby I’m gonna cum.” Your professor moaned before shooting her load down your throat. “Ah fuck that’s it swallow it.”
You swallowed it all and pulled of her cock, opening your mouth to show her you did in fact take it.
She caressed your chin, “Such a good girl. Come over here.” She made her way to the chair you were once sitting on and sat down. Her cock still sticking up in the air. She unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off revealing her abs. Your mouth watered at the sight and you quickly made your way over to her.
The older woman smirked, “Ride my cock baby.” It was a simple command that you were more than happy to obey.
You straddled her waist and sunk down on her thick cock, moaning at the stretch.
“God you’re so tight.” She hissed as she gripped your hips and started moving you up and down her length, treating you like her own personal toy.
You were a moaning mess, rolling your eyes at the back of your head as she continuously hit your g spot. “Oh fuck professor! Feels so good!”
“Yeah? Oh god who knew my student wanted to be slutted out so bad.” She also thrusted her hips up as she moved you. Your hands gripped her muscular shoulders.
The only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sounds of skin slapping, moans, and grunts.
“I’m gonna cum again fuuuuck.” You cried.
“Cum again for me sweetie.” You reached down to rub your clit as you were sent to a land of ecstasy.
You clenched around her cock and your vision went white for a second. You absolutely drenched her cock.
“Oh yeah drench my fucking cock. I’m gonna cum again.” She quickly pulled out of you and forced you on your knees. You watched as she jerked herself off till she came on your tits.
“Holy fuck. You’re unbelievable.” Natasha breathed and you giggled.
“Did I get the grade?”
“Oh yeah you got the grade. And if you keep this up then you’ll be passing every exam too.”
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High school sweet hearts
Pairing: high school nat x fem reader
summary: your parents are gone for the weekend, so your girlfriend comes over to celebrate your anniversary
warnings: smut, strap use (r receiving), cum eating, brief ass eating, heavy make out, insecurity, hickeys, cunnilingus,
You and Natasha have been together for a year now and you couldn't be happier. She was your first girlfriend and the one who made you realize you liked girls.
You and nat are kind of a "power couple" at your school. Nat had always been a popular person especially among the ladies and you were ecstatic when she asked you to be her girlfriend last year.
You loved every single part of your relationship with nat, especially what goes on behind closed doors. When you two first had sex with each other you were nervous, because it was your first time. Nat was more experienced, but it was okay because she ran you through everything and made you feel comfortable and secure. Ever since that first night, you broke out of your shell and aren't shy anymore when it comes to sex. You and nat have it as often as you can and since your anniversary is coming up this weekend, just in time for your parents and siblings to go out of town, you want to give Nat the night of her life.
The truth is you have always been kind of insecure when it comes to your relationship with nat, because of all the girls that want her and try to break you guys apart. You're scared that nat will leave you for someone prettier or better in bed than you, so you try your hardest to make sure all her needs are met. You know you shouldn't be worried, because every time you bring it up to nat she reassures you that she only wants you and all the other girls mean nothing to her. Plus she always whispers in your ear and says, "and baby you're the one I think about when I touch myself, you're the only one I get to fuck dumb and you have the prettiest and tastiest pussy I have ever had. Those girls have nothing on you."
Friday night came and your family had left you alone in the house. It was 5 pm and you were getting ready for nat to come and pick you up at 7 to take you on your anniversary date. The first thing you had to do was take a shower. After you showered you put on the white lacy lingerie set you had bought, well nat bought it you just picked it out for this occasion. You still had time to kill so you wanted to tease nat and send her a picture of what is to come tonight. You took a mirror picture of you in the lingerie and purposely showed off your breasts and ass.
You- (insert image attached) thought you might want to see the set you bought me, you know to make sure you got your money's worth. 😏💋
natty💋🥵🤎- that was the best money I have ever spent baby, you look so sexy like that and I can't wait to see you 😍🥵. How about you send me another one? 😏
You- sorry natty, but the rest you can see later
natty💋🥵🤎- I'm on my way, we can start our night earlier I just need to see you now
You weren't ready yet so you put your phone down and decided on a black, body con dress that was tight fitting and short so you could tease your girlfriend. You sprayed yourself in her favorite perfume of yours, you know its the one that makes her go feral so you sprayed extra just for good measure.
You grabbed your purse and went downstairs to the kitchen. You poured yourself a glass of pineapple juice and sat on the couch scrolling through your phone while you await her arrival.
Not even five minutes later she rang the doorbell. You walked over and opened it and saw Natasha with a bouquet of flowers. She smiled at you and pulled you by the waist into a kiss. She was wearing a long sleeve black turtle neck shirt tucked into a black and white pair of gingham pants. Her ginger hair was in waves and she was wearing a silver chain and a necklace with your initials on it. Even though you were wearing heels she still towers over you, in a way that is so hot it makes you melt. She had her silver rings on her huge veiny hands and groped your ass while she was hugging you. "I missed you baby." She said in your ear as she started kissing up your neck.
"Natty, I missed you too", you said as you kissed her one more time and walked away to put the flowers in water. When you came back you found Natasha sitting on the couch scrolling through her phone and she smiled when she looked up at you. She pulled you into her lap and started passionately kissing you everywhere making you moan and whine while bucking your hips for friction. "Nat" you breathed out, "we should get going, we're gonna be late for dinner." You said while trying to get up but she tightened her grip on you.
"baby please, I want you to be my dinner." She pleaded as she continued kissing you while her hands were traveling south. You worked up all the self control in your body, because if you didn't get up now you would end up having sex on the couch and missing your reservation and spoiling your perfect night.
You got up much to her dismay and pulled her by the hand out to the car. She broke away from you and went to open the door of the passenger seat for you before closing it and walking over to her side and getting in. She started the car and made her way to the restaurant. You always thought nat looked so good when she drives. She had one hand on the wheel and the other on your thigh moving up slowly getting dangerously close to your core.
That was all you really remembered of your anniversary date with your wonderful girlfriend. Of course the dinner was great and the movie she took you to after was even better, but the part you were most excited for didn't happen until she took you home.
You told her to pack an overnight bag, because you wanted her to stay with you while your parents were gone. When you guys entered the house you made your way up to your room. She wanted to shower, so you waited on the bed for her. You decided to take your dress off and lie on the bed in the lingerie, because you were eager for her to have you.
It felt like an eternity, but when she finally left the bathroom she gasped when she saw you on the bed. She was wearing just an oversized shirt and her panties and she could feel them getting wet. She walked to the bed hovered over you and started kissing you everywhere. She got to your lips and started kissing you rough and passionately. Her tongue explored your mouth and pulled whines and moans from you. You kept bucking your hips up seeking friction, so she put her thigh in between your legs to try and ease the ache. She started kissing down your neck leaving dark purple bruises. "I want everyone to see you're mine, so when all those girls come up and tease you you can show them these," she growled in your ear. She removed your bra and sucked your left nipple into her hot mouth. Once she littered your breast with marks she moved to the next one and did the same.
"Natty, your mouth is so good." You moaned at the feeling as you gripped your hands in her hair. She kissed down your stomach and kissed the wet spot on your panty-clad core. She looked at you asking for permission to take your panties off and you eagerly nodded. She slipped the panties off and licked a stripe through your folds. She sped up the pace and you bucked your hips up to match the pace while moaning and whining and panting. "Oh nat please, I need to come." You said as you gripped her hair even harder as she growled and let out a moan.
"Don't worry, detka. You can cum when your ready." Nat said before going at an animalistic pace and nipping and sucking at your clit. You came not even a second later and covered nat's face in your arousal. She licked her lips and smirked up at your, before making her way up your body,face to face. Once your breathing got back to normal, you licked your cum off of her cheeks and moaned at the taste of yourself. She pulled you into a kiss and you whined when she took your bottom lip and sucked it into her mouth. "You are the most gorgeous girl in the world, baby. I love you so much." She said to you with a peck on the lips before getting up and stripping her shirt and panties off leaving you both completely naked.
"I love you more, natty." You said while watching her open your bedside table and grab the strap she left there for times like this. She put the smaller end inside herself with a moan and secured the harness around her waist. She got back on the bed and straddled you while looking at you with lust blown eyes.
"That's not possible, but get it wet and ready for you detka." She commanded before you spit in your hand and raked it up and down the strap, jerking it off. You repeated doing that until the strap was dripping with your saliva. "How do you want my cock?" She asked while kissing and groping your breasts.
"I want you to pound into me from behind." You said looking up at her with doe eyes and biting your lip.
"Your so fucking sexy, baby. Get on your hands and knees!" She growled out while flipping you on your stomach harshly. You assumed the correct position and natasha gripped your ass cheeks before rubbing the tip of the strap through you folds. "You ready?" She asked while reaching up and groping your tits. You nodded your head furiously, "Words baby" she demanded.
"yess natty please fuck me" you got out with a gasp when you felt her roughly fill you up and grope you from behind. She started of slow until she got a good rhythm and started pounding into you at a fast pace. She gripped your thighs pulling you into her, while she was basically humping you. You were already sensitive from your previous orgasm, so you were close to cumming. "Nat, please I'm so close" and with that she started going at an animalistic pace, fucking into you so hard your whole body was bouncing, your tits were hitting your face, and the bed was banging into the wall. "I'm cumming!" You said as you squirted everywhere leaving the sheets a mess. Nat came too just a few seconds later. After you both came down from your highs nat pushed you down to lay on your stomach and began licking all the arousal and cum from your vagina and ass.
"Wouldn't want it to go to waste, baby" she looked up and licked her lips as you were panting and moaning like you were in heat. She got up and threw the strap in the shower to be washed later. "Come on baby time for you to clean up, your gonna be sore and sticky." She said while picking you up and bringing you to the bathroom.
"Shower with me please, natty." You said with a pout while not letting go of her.
"Baby, you know how much I want to, but I have to wash the sheets and get new ones, because of your little 'talent'" she said before kissing the pout off your lips and placing you down on the counter. 'But I promise when you get out we can cuddle and kiss in the fresh warm sheets while watching whatever movie you want." She kissed you one more time and walked towards the door. Before she left she said, "Don't forget to wash the strap." As she closed the door and walked out of the bathroom.
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Dirty Talk
Natasha x F!Reader
See, in my head, Nat is a big dirty talker. She loves to watch you squirm, clenching your thighs just from her words alone.
Sometimes she'll wake you up with her finger tapping gently on your clit, whispering in your ear how much of a slut you are for waking up this horny, "Honey, you just woke up! And you're already dripping? How pathetic!"
She'll leave you hornier and unsatisfied, "I'm sorry, baby, I have to go to work. But I know you won't touch yourself, right? Be a good little girl for me, hmm?"
You'll struggle all day, the horniness making it impossible for you to focus. More than once, someone will come up and ask you if you're okay and if you need to take the rest of the day off. You assure them, you are fine, and try to get back to your task. Your phone buzzes. It's from Nat. "I'm dying to touch you, baby girl. When you walk through that door, I'm gonna have you pushed up against the wall. You like that, don't you?" You can almost hear her smirking through the text. You cross your legs under the desk to hide the pooling arousal in your panties.
True to her word, when you return home later, she pins you to the wall and slips her hand into your underwear. "You're such a good girl for me, honey, so wet already." You moan into her passionate kisses as she sticks one finger into your begging cunt. "Do you like that? You like being taken wherever I want?" Your only answers are moans, too far gone to say anything else.
She'll pepper kisses down to your breasts, before sucking and nipping at your nipples. You might put a hand over your mouth to cover your moans - trying to keep some decency in front of your neighbours. Nat would grab your hand, "Don't hide your moans from me, pretty girl. Love all the filthy little sounds you make for me."
You know Nat's rules - you can't cum without her permission. So when your legs are shaking and your throat is raw from begging, Nat will utter your favourite words. "Cum for me."
Other times, Nat will start her mission in more inappropriate places. She'd stop by your desk and bend down to whisper in your ear. "Imagine me fucking you on this desk. Imagine everyone on the floor seeing just how much of a slut you are for me. Wouldn't that be fun?" You'd have to run to the bathroom to splash some water on your face.
She'd send you a video of her playing with herself in the mirror on your lunch break, captioned: "Wish you were here." You'd squirm as you watched it over and over, brain caught in a mindless loop.
You'd walk into your shared apartment, eyes already glazed over in lust. Nat would be relaxing on the bed, feet propped up with a book in hand as you crawled over to her, tempted to rip every article of clothing off your body.
She'd laugh at you, "Dumb little baby, you got all horny at work? Such a little slut for me, huh?" You nod, pulling off your clothes until your just left in your underwear. Nat's gaze sets you on fire.
"So needy," she chuckles, turning back to her book, "so weak." You whine, stripping until you're bare and you straddle her hips. You wait for her permission though - no use in breaking her rules, no matter how horny you are. "Go on then. Use me to get yourself off. I know you can't do it yourself anyway."
As you dry hump her jeans, Nat's hand wraps around your throat. She leans in to kiss you but inches away from your lips she stops. "Mine." She utters, tone dangerous and commanding. You whimper pathetically, "All mine."
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misbehaving and being forced to stay in your cage playpen in daddy nat’s office while she works. being tied to a fuck machine and having it ram into your hole without a single break. forced you to cum over and over while daddy won’t even look at you. forced to sit in the puddle of your own cum and squirt while nat makes calls to her colleagues
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🐰Down The Rabbit Hole We Go / Dirty Prompts 🐰
"Hi, my name is Wanda, and I'm a spermaholic yeah prefer that word instead cum-slut. Well ... I was hoping to come to this meeting and say I hadn't sucked dick in two months, but this morning I met a woman named Natasha and ..."
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𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟎𝟎𝟔 — 𝐒𝐈𝐙𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊
kinktober day 006 | roommate!natasha x werewolf!reader
despite your countless pleads for natasha to stay away during the full moon, she decides to brave the beast and be right by your side during your transformation. she gets a lot more than what she bargained for.
cont. reader has a cock, (very) rough sex, breeding, creampie
word count. 2063
kinktober masterlist || main masterlist
“Natasha, you can’t stay here during my transformation,” you plead, grasping your roommate’s hand in yours.
The brunette is adamant, looking up at you with a stubbornly steely gaze. “I’m staying, Y/N. You don’t have to do this alone anymore. You don’t have to suffer alone.”
You wring your hands in exasperation, somewhere near tearing your hair out in frustration or crying in anger. “You’re not listening to me, Nat. It’s not just the pain. I become a different being altogether, and you just can’t see me like that.”
“I can, and I will,” she stubbornly says, folding her arms over her chest and mistakably pushing her cleavage up, too.
The tips of your ears burn at seeing Natasha so utterly bratty.
You bite your tongue, refusing to argue with Natasha even more. Keeping you safe was one thing, but the real reason to steer Natasha away from you during the full moon was to keep her safe.
Because when you’re in your werewolf form, your true desires get heightened by a thousandfold, and from the way you already feel about Natasha, you’re worried it might implode when it comes to your inner beast.
As the Gods of Fate have it out for you, the full moon comes earlier than expected.
Your first agonized cry comes when Natasha’s still in the shower.
“Y/N!” Natasha calls out your name, once, haphazardly scrambling to wrap a towel around herself and sprint to the room where your cries are coming from.
The sight that greets her is absolutely horrific.
You’re bent over, on the floor of your room, on all fours and spitting out blood. Your back is bent at an inhuman angle, your spine broken.
“......Y/N?” Natasha’s voice shook, rooted to the spot in sheer terror.
You don’t respond. You’re in a state of little awareness, or so it seems, a low grunt of pain and fury escaping from you as your transformation continues.
Natasha takes in a deep breath and steps into the room.
She wants to reach out, hold your hand, tell you that it’s going to be fine but she knows it’s not. The sounds of excruciating pain, broken bones, and surpassed limits make Natasha weep for you on the inside, knowing that you have to go through this painstaking process every month.
The transformation seems to be slowing down, now. Your human blood is splattered across the walls of your room, but your werewolf form seems to be perfectly healthy. You’re still more human than wolf, though: your muscles had thickened and were iron-hard, and you were taller than before.
However, your wolfish eyes that survey the room are bloodshot red and absolutely inhuman.
That gaze is a chilling scene, narrowed eyes and steady puffs of air surveying the room. Your slow yet calculated mannerisms are reminiscent of your human form.
Natasha hasn’t quite yet caught your eye, but when she does, it’s like a predator has found its prey.
Your red eyes are like lit coals and smoking silver, surveying Natasha with every ounce of authority and a near possesiveness.
“Natasha.”
Time stills, and the sound of your haunting voice reverberates around the four walls of your room.
Natasha truly can’t help but let out the tiniest whimper of fear. And perhaps a little something more.
“Y/N,” Natasha says your name again, because it seems to be the only thing capable of falling from her lips, and she swallows harshly at your predatory behaviour. She presses into the wall, one hand clutching the top of her towel, the other finding purchase in the edge of your cupboard.
When you begin to move closer, Natasha screws her eyes shut, anticipating what was to come. Your presence looms over her, metaphorically and physically, and Natasha waits for her inevitable demise.
The ‘inevitable demise’ never happens.
Instead, Natasha’s eyes flutter open slowly to your huge hands gently wrapping around her torso, a sharp nose burying itself into the crook of her neck.
The whine she lets slip is involuntary. Your close proximity undermines her calm composure, regardless of your way, shape, or form. If that was telling of her feelings towards you, Natasha would choose to play oblivious.
You’re supposed to be scary, and Natasha’s supposed to be terrified, but with the way you’re dragging your nose up and down the column of Natasha’s slender neck, inhaling her sweet scent, she hardly considers her heart to be beating steadily.
She’s intoxicated by you, even more so with your unabashed exploration of Natasha’s neck. The redhead might be grasping at straws, but it’s almost like you’re seeking something. Something from Natasha. Comfort, perhaps?
“You’re okay,” the redhead whispers, fingers combing through your fur in comforting motions. She hears something that sounds suspiciously like a purr of satisfaction, so she repeats that motion.
Your head moves from her pale neck to her pretty collarbones and down her cleavage until your nose hits the obstruction of Natasha's towel.
A low rumble of disgruntlement sounds from somewhere deep in your chest. Natasha lets a full-body shudder take its hold of her body, under the vibrations of your low decibels.
Not comfort, then. What was it?
Almost like you could read Natasha’s inner thoughts, your werewolf form decides to say capre diem and let a huge hand slither up the inside of your roommate’s bare thigh.
Natasha squeals and swats your hand away, instinctively, then she catches herself and her eyes go wide.
Oh.
The fire that dances in your eyes is nothing short of a human-like mischief, playful and oh so dangerous. The incarnadine flush that adorns Natasha’s cheeks like a flower blossoming in the spring is one that your werewolf greedily soaks up, pulling her body flush against yours.
You can see the moment realization hits Natasha, the moment she realizes your desires are nothing short of sinful.
“Want,” you enunciate slowly, stately and unyielding. Your eyes are locked onto hers, gleaming.
Expectant. Possessive. Knowing.
The grasp of your hand on her inner thigh once again has Natasha letting out a breathy moan, one of pleasure and a startling realisation.
It wasn’t comfort. It was sex.
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If Natasha knew that werewolves were this fucking astronomical at sex, she would’ve introduced supernatural creatures into her bed a long time ago.
The position she’s in is nothing short of embarrassing, on all fours, grasping at the headboard like it was her lifeline.
Perhaps it was, truthfully, because with the ferocity of the thrusts of your Herculean-sized werewolf cock into her pussy from behind was worthy of being sent to the afterlife. Not like Natasha would complain, though.
“Oh- mhmmm, n’more, s’too much,” Natasha slurs, her breasts shaking rhythmically with each time your jerk that massive thing into her, velvet walls squeezing tight around your pulsing cock. Her eyes are threatening to roll back, drool already spilling from the sides of her lips, arousal already leaking from her thighs and on to the bed.
You don’t seem to give a damn about the messiness of it, though, and that could perhaps be linked to the scientific nature of more barbaric animals. But Natasha could ponder over animal studies at a later point in time, for now she was being treated like a fuckdoll, and it was midblowingly gratifying.
“All– the way,” you grunt, trying to shove the entirety of your huge cock into Natasha’s pussy, clearly displeased by the fact that you were struggling to be sealed inside the redhead completely and inescapably.
It shouldn’t have been a problem because she was already so wet, so pliant, so perfect for the taking. You’d make do with what you had, though.
“It’s too big,” Natasha had whined earlier, gasping as your tip stretched her opening out, the biggest thing she’d ever taken in her life. Her grasp on the headboard tightened as you slid in with a cruel impatience, big hands digging into the soft flesh of her ass.
“I’ll… make it fit,” you reply, somewhat slowly, your speech clearly deterred by your transformation into part-animal. The results of it are undeniably effective, nonetheless, the cockiness of your brash words making arousal pool in Natasha’s hips.
You’ve reached a sweet spot of Natasha’s, and her walls clench around your big cock tightly, mewling as you push its head against her sponginess.
“Right there, please, please, plea-” Natasha is cut off by one of her own moans when you jerk inside her, spurred on by the sheer tightness she’s providing you.
When you lean down to entrap Natasha in a breeding press, your bigger body engulfing her smaller one, slick and sweat converging in an unholy sacrament, it’s all over for her.
Going weak in the knees, Natasha moans as her arms give out and her front flops into the bed. The results of this lie in the fact that her back becomes beautifully arched, her ass rising towards the ceiling; your wolfish eyes drink the sight in with a lick of your lips, cock twitching at the prospect of all the new angles you’d be able to reach.
An animalistic prowess takes mighty hold over your sentience, triggering a feral craze to wash over your werewolf form, and it takes mere seconds before you ram your cock back inside Natasha’s wrecked cunt with undying fervour.
The warbled sounds the girl lets out beneath goes unheard, muffled by the pillow, but the sheer slickness of her pretty pussy gives a certain confirmation that she was enjoying it as much as you did.
Not that your werewolf would care much, anyways: What it was chasing was pleasure, seeking relief in the completely sexual sense, a carnal desire to take and to breed and to claim.
You push yourself in hilt-deep inside Natasha, fully lodged in, skin against skin.
Instinctively, your hands fly to Natasha’s belly. You can feel your cock bulge there, spreading her out, filling her up.
The next series of your thrusts cause Natasha to make noises she’s never made before, her body moving like clay under your touch.
You pull out and make her sob, then thrust all the way back in with an unbridled strength that leaves Natasha breathless. Then again, and again, until she cums helplessly around your cock, pulsing and throbbing and alight with nerves.
This is not the side of you Natasha’s grown to know and love. There are no gentle smiles, no soft hugs and whispered words of admiration. It’s completely animalistic, entirely pleasure-chasing, undeniably one-sided.
You’re thrusting into her like she’s your personal fuckdoll, bringing her to high after high, but you don’t even seem to register that fact. You’re using her for your pleasure, and it should be wrong, but…
“More! More, please, please, need another,” Natasha sobs into the pillow, every fibre of her body screaming at her to stop but her brain unable to put it into action. She hardly registers what she’s saying, only begging pathetically and dripping endlessly.
“Inside,” you growl, right next to her ear, sharp teeth grazing her earlobe. Natasha babbles her acknowledgement, even more turned on at the prospect of being filled, fuck it, and the orgasm that crashes over the both of you is heaven-like.
Natasha’s scream of your name reverberates for miles to come.
With that, you’re cumming, finally, and the seed that spills out from you is endless. Natasha drools into the pillow as you unload your cum inside her, gripping fistfuls of her ass pressed flush against your hips.
“Mine,” you hear yourself say. The helplessly, pathetically aroused tone of your voice nearly makes Natasha weep again — she’s rendered a damn werewolf near speechless.
Streams of white fluid spray onto Natasha’s back once you’re done with her cunt. You manhandle her around to face the front, to find her pretty eyes rolled to the back of her head, drool coating her lips.
Your werewolf heaves as you watch as your seed overflows from her pretty pussy and on to her thick thighs. A perfect creampie.
Your werewolf, however, has different plans, feeling your cock stiffen again at the sight of her ruined pussy.
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The next morning, you wake up with a throbbing feeling between your legs.
Shit. Was it my transformation?
You leap out of bed, yanking the covers off—
To reveal a very naked Natasha Romanoff, your best friend and your roommate.
She awakes with a start, blinking at the light, and then wincing as if her body was aching all over.
“.......Nat?” you ask hesitantly, eyes trailing over her marked thighs and tits. “What happened last night?”
“Okay. Don’t panic, but you’re fathering my children.”
finally catching up on fics!! i did spend significantly longer on this fic, so it would be highly appreciated if you could reblog
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Peggynat / What If...? sketchdump 🙌
#peggynat#captain carter#peggy carter#natasha romanoff#black widow#what if...?#what if#mine#art#marvel art#mcu art#mcu#i think I'll make gremlinpeggy in the top right into a sticker#I find her delightful#this was much fun#I love them#peggynat art
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masterlist | I got a bad idea series
southern!wandanat x fem!city-girl reader
summary: you’re visiting your grandparents’ farm because they wished for everyone to come together again after five years. your grandma decides to invite others like their neighbors—an older married couple who’s been a family friend for years—to their big get together as well. the morning after the event you find yourself waking up in their bed with no memory of the day before.
tw: married!wandanat, age gap (w&n are 30, r is 23), small hurt/comfort, r gets injured (minor), there will be smut MDNI (w&n top, r bottom), alcohol consumption mentioned (by r, w, and n), no description on reader besides that r uses she/her pronouns and has a v&breasts, r falls first but they fall HARDER, poly relationship, light angst with happy ending!!
a/n: each individual chapter will have its own trigger warnings. If you would like to be on the taglist, comment :)
MASTERLIST
* = suggestive content
*** = smut 18+ MDNI
main story | completed
(1) a classic get-together
(2) the curse of living in a small town
(3) take me dancing *
(4) sweet thing
(5) a bad decision ***
(6) said that we were done but you’re all up on me *****
(7) please, let me stay *
random snippets
family dinner *
early mornings ***
random
this series’s playlist *
series’ mood board
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Natasha: Y/N, what the hell were you thinking?!
Y/N: YOU TOLD ME NOT TO THINK!
#source: top gun maverick#natasha romanoff#natasha romanoff incorrect quotes#natasha romanoff x reader#marvel incorrect quotes#marvel#avengers#avengers incorrect quotes
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: step cest, age gap, threeway, mommy kink, daddy kink sub!wanda, dom!nat, soft!dom!reader, rough sex
“The stupid whore needs her holes played with isn’t that right?”
Natasha husked out upon looking at your stepdaughter, Wanda, who was in an beyond humiliating posture. Chest pressed against her pillows, ass up high in the air the only thing protecting her from the eyes of your colleague and you were her pretty pink panties and oversized shirt.
“She was a brat today”
Natasha took great joy in treating her like the brat Wanda was. Giving her earth shuddering orgasm while she forced her to eat her step mother out.
“Such a good little girl, taking daddy’s cock so good” you’d praise while she aimlessly licked over your dripping cunt. However you couldn’t be mad at her for her inexperienced licks, after all she was fucked silly by daddy. She’d even have to take small breaks to whine for you.
“Mommy, please, too much”
“Stupid slut get back to work, your don’t get to cum until your mommy does”
The extreme contrast between your praising voice and her degrading barks, and the constant edging, was too much for the poor girl, it never failed to turn her into a subby mess. She cried for mommy only to be met with Natasha’s harsh slaps on her already sensitive pussy.
“Aw, does bunny want her mommy? Then you shouldn’t have broken our rules” another slap another yelp from the sweet throat of your step daughter. By the end she cured up in your embrace promising to never act out again but you knew she would because otherwise she’d miss out on getting treated like the slut she was.
𝐀/𝐍: tops get fed
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What if...Y/N Cheats?
Summary: A What if spin off of Avenger Lane.
Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader
Warnings: Drugs, Cheating, Reader has a Penis, basically smut
A/N: Just a little something for the wait of Avenger Lane Ch. 13.
(Has nothing to do with 'What if... we live a perfect life.)
It’s your birthday night
“Hey I was wondering where you went off too.” Natasha smiled seeing you in the kitchen.”
“Just needed a breather.” You muttered vaping your weed pen.
“Sure it wasn’t because Rachel is singing with Quinn?” The redhead kinked her brow.
“…No.” You muttered drinking the rest of your drink. You were crossfaded and ready to get shit faced.
“Hmhm.” She chuckled sitting on the counter where you were leaning.
You grinned looking down at her dress covered legs.
“I got you something.” She said softly, taking it out of her pocket.
“Whhhat? You shouldn’t have.” You chuckled, taking the small box in your hand. You opened it and took out a necklace with the names of your daughters on it.
“If you look through the top you’ll see them.” She smiled watching your jaw drop. You could see a picture of you and your little girls from the time you were in Natasha’s pool.
“Nat this is… thank you. I love it.” You chuckled, hugging her tightly against you. “It’s a really thoughtful and sweet gift. I love it.” You blushed, handing her the necklace to place on you. She leaned in, unclasping the hook before placing it on you and leaning back again.
“You’re welcome.” She said softly, you were both close and you don’t know if it’s her scent or being crossfaded but you have an urge to take her. God, you get so horny when you drink. Her arms are still loosely hanging around your neck. You’re so close between her legs she can feel your bulge growing she leans in lightly kissing your cheek. “Happy birthday.”
“Where is Bruce?” You ask softly, stepping closer feeling her legs nudge you closer.
Natasha shrugs, she doesn’t have the energy to lie, not when she’s buzzed and can smell your scent.
“He doesn’t deserve you Nat.” You say boldly caress her cheek.
She’s just going to tell you. Tell you her marriage is a sham, and tell you that Quinn is the one that doesn’t deserve you. The words are on the edge of her lips when you start leaning closer “Y/N-” She husks arching her back ever so lightly to lighten the ache between her legs.
“You deserve so much better.” You say softly.
“The same could be said for you.” She whispers her hands now cupping our cheeks. You both hold eye contact as your hands hook beneath her legs bringing her close against you.
“Nat.” Her name slips from your lips feeling her nose rub against yours. It’s such a small thing that ignites the fire in your belly. You feel your cock throb as the blood rushes down.
Her lips touch yours letting the fire spread. You both moan finally unleashing your emotions that have been lingering for too long.
Her legs hook around you and suddenly her hands are reaching for your belt and yours reach below her dress dragging her soaked panties down and shoving them in your pocket.
She takes your meat in her hand gently tugging you. You break the kiss bringing her closer by the hips feeling her rubbing against your hard cock.
She sighs and you groan feeling her hot juices against your cock. “Y/N!” She husks feeling your tongue against her neck. “I’ve wanted this for so long!” She husks pushing you inside.
“Oh my God… oh Natasha oh fuck!” You moan as the toe of your shoes bang against the bottoms of the cabinets. You pivot your hips hitting her spot.
“Ohhh!” Natasha’s mouth opens with a loud moan as she pulls you closer feeling you deep inside her womb.
The cabinets bang as you thrust harder and harder. She pushes your shirt up to feel your skin.
“I wanna feel your body against mine so bad.” She husks. You shove her dress was far up as you can hold her against you. You can feel her meeting your thrusts.
“Fuck I can’t hold on much longer.” You moan feeling her hard nipples and soft skin against yours. “I’m sorry you just feel so fucking good.”
“Oh baby I’m gonna cum it’s been a really really long time.”
“Good cause I can’t hold on im gonna… I gotta-“ you tried to pull out but she kept you there and you exploded. “Ohhhh!” You groan feeling the coil inside of you spring to life. Emptying your seed deep inside of her.
“Fuuuck!” She moans her pussy twitching, milking you for all your worth.
You're both panting as you come down from your high. “Fuck.” You breathe out remembering your wife, the women of your children and the one who threw this party for you is right outside. You let go of Nat laying a hand against the top cabinet. “Fuck.” You say again before looking up.
Natasha feels her heart fall and you look disappointed. She can’t tell if you regret it because you're married or if you regret it because you’re not into her.
“Hey.” She says lifting your chin.
Your eyes are Wild.
“Kiss me.”
She leans in taking your lips once more. Your breathing is still heavy from having hot sex against your kitchen counter.
You both are silent as you break the kiss. Your cock is still inside of her. You gently pull out grabbing paper towels you wipe your cum that seeps out of her pussy. You have half a mind to clean her with your tongue but the whole you debate the idea. There are voices right outside asking where you are.
You stuff your cock back in your jeans and Natasha steals one last kiss from you. “Hmm.” You hum squeezing her close and breaking when the back door opens.
Natasha purses her lips gripping the counter as you take a few steps back.
“Hey there you are, come on Quinn’s looking for you.” Mike grins, gripping your shoulders as he pushes you along outside.
Your birthday night was the start of a torrid love affair.
The next time you and Natasha fuck is the day after your birthday. You spent the next day thinking about what you did. You were racked with guilt in the beginning but as time wore on that day all you could think about was the way her velvet walls felt against your cock. The sound of her moans and groans as you stretched her out.
You were bricked and needed her to help you. Quinn sadly thought it was for her.
“You are insatiable. Don’t worry, I'll take care of you tonight.” She husked winking at you as she continued on with dinner.
That night your wife sucked on your cock in a way that used to have you coming in minutes. You tried to focus on her hazel eyes as she choked on your staff, but your mind would pan to Natasha. You wanted her so bad you feel the way your body aches for her. Quinn rode you like a cowgirl and still all you could think about was the way Natasha’s body would arch into yours. You wondered how’d she taste, and how wonderful she would feel writhing on top of you.
You pictured her and came with a grunt.
You satisfied Quinn as she was getting tired of being the only one to have orgasmed so many times.
The next day Quinn went to work and took Beth to school. You went straight to Wanda with Fin.
“Do you mind watching her for a bit? I need to do something real quick.”
“Oh of course.” Wanda nodded, taking your daughter. “Thank you, I'll be back.”
As soon as Wanda shut the door you ran towards Natasha’s. You banged on her door leaning both hands on the panels of her door breathing heavily as your heart thumped against your chest. You shouldn’t be here. You shouldn’t be doing this, but you couldn’t fight it anymore. You wanted her so bad you just had to have her again.
“Y/N.” She said eyes widening as she opened the door.
You don’t say a word, you just bring her in your arms kissing her as passionately as you did the day before yesterday.
“Hmm.” She hummed, slamming the door shut. You lift her up and pin her against the door.
“I can’t stop thinking about you.” You muttered as you both gasped for air.
“You haven’t left my mind. I thought you regretted it.” Natasha’s chest heaved.
“I don’t.” You shook your head leaning in to kiss her lips softly this time.
“Take us upstairs.”
You nod, kissing her once more before running up the stairs.
“Left.” she mumbles taking a break from kissing your chest.
You hang a left and rush through the door plopping both of you on her bed.
“Hmmm take it off.” She husks pushing against you.
You both shed your clothes quickly, unable to contain the sexual energy you both feel radiating around you.
“God you’re so fucking beautiful.” You say biting your lips as you look down at her porcelain body.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” She says bringing you down by the necklace she got you.
“I’m here now baby, daddy’s here. I’m gonna take care of that ache between these delicious legs.” You say laying between her legs.
She moans at the sight of you so close to licking her pussy. She thrusts her hips up tangling her fingers in your hair. “Please!” She begs. “Please fuck me daddy. I need you so badly.”
You pin her legs down, and inhale deeply before feasting on her sweet tangy pussy. “Fuck you taste so good!” You mutter. Your tongue is flicking her bundle of nerves so perfectly. She takes your hands placing them on her breast moaning as you massage both.
Your lapping her up and her body is twitching against you she’s getting closer.
“I need you daddy.” She shakes her head. “I need you to stretch me out in the best fucking way!”
“I wanna keep tasting you.” You smirk hearing her whine.
“Please daddy! Please fuck me right. Please Y/N fuck me into this mattress!” She pulls you up and you lay between her legs humping into her as your teeth clash in a battle for dominance.
Her nails scratch your back as you slip right into her. “Ohhhh!” Her body tenses tightly around you as she moans. “Ohhhh fuck!” she sobs feeling you slam into her your abs rubbing against her taunt stomach.
“You feel so fucking good baby.” You groan. “You’re taking me so well.” You lift yourself up so you could see the way her tits jiggle with every thrust into her. You let one hand go around her breast, flicking her nipple and the other rubbing her clit.
“Oh Natasha! Oh baby, you look so good with my dick inside of you. Look at that bulge baby! You’re such a good girl taking all of me like this.”
The redhead moans reaching for your neck but you pull back and pull out.
You flip her over and she groans as you sit on the back of her thighs lifting her ass up. You lean down licking her tight little asshole as your fingers play with her pussy. She moans drooling against her pillow. “Ohhh fuck!” She sounds muffled against the pillow.
You slap her ass cheeks before slapping your cock against her puffy pussy. “You want my cock baby?”
“Yesss!” She screams into the pillow. “Please daddy!”
You smirk, pushing your thick long cock inside of her..
“Oh Y/N you feel so good daddy! So good!” She moans wiggling her ass against you.
“Hmm you feel good too Angel. I haven’t stopped thinking about you. The way you sound. The way you feel. My God Natasha I’m so addicted to you already. All I want is you.”
Natasha made sounds that would put a porn star to shame. She pushed into you using her elbows to arch her back. You help her up against your body. “Oh detka.” She moaned against your lips. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
You push in deeper then out then back in as deep as you can getting a guttural moan from her lips.
“That’s it baby you can take it. You can take this dick can’t you?”
“Yes daddy! Yes! I love your big cock so fucking much!”
“This is the best pussy I’ve ever had. The fucking best.” You say cumming deep inside of her. “Ohhh fuuuck!”
She can feel the air from her lungs rush out feeling your heavy muscled body against hers. You grunt in her ear before rolling off of her. She pants lifting herself up and rolling on her back. “Fuck that was so good baby.” She pants before looking over at you. Your cock is still rock hard and your looking at her like you never have before.
You reach out for her, bringing her on top of you.
“I’m still aching for you Natasha.” You say pushing her hair back before bringing her in a kiss.
“Then let me take care of it.” She smirked against your lips.
She makes her way down bringing your twitching cock in her mouth.
“Oh my- oh your mouth is amazing.” You breathed out feeling your toes curl. Her eyes never leave yours as chokes down your length.
“Fuuuck baby that’s enough I don’t wanna cum yet.” You groaned.
“Can I ride you now daddy?” She straddles you, rubbing her pussy against your length as you grope her breasts.
“Of course baby…That’s it princess rub yourself against daddy.”
Her eyes start to flutter close as she picks up her pace. She’s rocking against your throbbing cock as she falls against you kissing you.
“Hmmm!” You hum gripping her ass cheeks. “Fuuuck your ass is so perfect baby.”
Natasha reaches below angling her pelvis as before sinking against your cock.
You both hiss at the heat between your legs and she starts to rock slowly.
“That’s it, baby ride me.” You husk before she bites your lip.
“So good this dick is so fucking good. You’re so thick and long I can feel you stretching me out daddy.” Her pace starts to pick up and soon she’s bouncing on your cock. She loved watching how your body reacted to hers.
“Your pussy is choking and stroking me in the best fucking way.” You grunt.
“Ohhh Y/N!” She cries out steadying herself with both arms as she rocks as fast as she can. She gasps and gasps for air as she cums around your meat once again.
“That’s it baby take it and keep cuming on daddy.” You lift her up with ease before thrusting up inside of her faster and harder than she could do herself.
“Oh yesss! Oh fuck yesss daddy just like that don’t stop! Don’t stop fucking me!” She moans against your ear.
“Fuuuuck this you feel so good I’m about to cum… cum with me?” You ask and she nods quickly. Looking into her eyes you cum hard with her.
You both twitch in each others arms. “That was so damn good better than good it was fucking fireworks and shooting stars my God.” You pant feeling her kissing your neck before trailing up towards your lips languishly kissing as she tangles your legs.
She moans feeling you hump inside of her gently letting her ride out her high still.
She sighs against your chest her finger nails dragging softly against your abdomen.
“I could wash my clothes with these abs.” She smirks against your skin before repositioning her head to see you better.
“You can use them any time you want, angel.” You chuckled letting your one hand thread your fingers in her red tresses and the other graze her skin on her back.
You both lay in pure bliss not wanting it to end.
Her hair curtains around you as she kisses you softly. Your hand palming her perfectly sculpted ass.
“How is it that you are so beautiful, sexy, cute, and a naughty little good girl all at once?” You ask, breaking the kiss. She blushes looking away. You gently move her chin towards you.
“To lure you in my arms of course.” She smirked, kissing you once more.
“I have to go and pick up Fin from Wanda’s soon. Wanna join us for lunch? I’ll cook for you.” You ask, pushing a lock behind her ear.
Natasha whined into your neck. “I don’t want this to end yet.”
“Hey come on it doesn’t have to-“
“I want you to keep fucking me all day long.” She hums humping you.
“Hmm.” You hum at the feel of her tight walls.
“Please daddy one more time?”
You roll over on top of her fitting right between her legs. You slowly start to thrust into her.
“Dadddy! Oh Y/N.” She moans pulling you down against her body.
You take in the way she feels around you, and the way she looks blissfully full.
“You're so beautiful, Nat, you're gorgeous. I’ve never seen a woman like you.”
She was falling so hard for you. She just hoped you would catch her.
“Maybe we could go somewhere? Get out of town and not out of bed.”
The redhead smiled, kissing you softly. “I’ll go anywhere with you.”
You sighed digging your face into her neck sucking and nibbling as the pace of your thrusts increased.
“Oh baby.” Natasha groaned, feeling you twitch inside of her as you kiss her spot.
“I can’t believe we’re doing this.” You sighed.
“I’ve wanted you from the moment I saw you moving in. The way your muscles flexed. The way you smiled at me.”
You kiss her pushing yourself deeper and deeper.
“Especially when I caught you fucking your wife.”
“Wait what?” You chuckled pulling back and pausing your movements causing her to whine.
“Keep going don’t stop and I’ll tell you more.”
You chuckled darkly doing as she told you.
“Oh fuck yes babbbby.”
“Tell me more.”
“I saw how big you were and the way you’d fuck her. I would imagine it was me and touch myself with my toy.”
“My naughty girl.” You grinned kissing her once more.
“I’d wake up early just to watch you run so I could see the way your big dick would bounce in your shorts.”
“I saw you once. You had just gotten out of the shower your blinds were wide open. You bent over and all I wanted to do was show you how good I can be instead of your husband. I got in the shower and thought of you as I jacked off.”
“You thought of me?”
“Yes baby.”
“Oh my-“ Natasha moaned as she came around your cock.
“Give me two more baby.” You say picking up your pace.
“I’ll give you anything daddy.” She sobbed, feeling herself cum again almost too quickly..
“Shit that’s it love.” You both rolled around in bed until you finally pulled out, and turned her against you lifting up her leg from behind. You let your thick soldier enter her once more. She turned her head meeting your lips moaning at the way you felt around her body.
“Oh Y/N you make me feel so fucking good.”
“Yeah?”
“Hmhm.”
You leaned in kissing her before moving to her spine to her shoulders to her neck.
“I’m close, sweetheart.”
“Me too daddy.”
“Ladies first.” You whispered.
“Same time.” She shook her head.
“Okay Angel just tell daddy when.”
“Keep thrusting daddy just a few more.” She moaned as your hand explored her curves.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re so fuckin pure like an Angel.”
Her arm went back letting her hand scratch your scalp.
“I feel the same about you Y/N. I want you to fuck me like this every day.”
“Anything. I’ll do anything for you.”
“Come with me daddy.” She husked moaning against your mouth as you thrusted so hard you had to wrap both arm around her to keep her from flying away from you.
The moans and pants filled the room as your cum shot deep inside of her.
You curled into her kissing up from her arms to her neck and cheek.
“I love you.” She so desperately wants to say.
You’re both covered in sweat. Normally you’d want to cool off on your side of the bed but now you didn’t care. Truthfully you wanted to go again, but you know you really need to get Finley.
You both looked down at your combined juices seeped out of her tight little pussy.
She pulled you in a kiss slowly tasting your tongue.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” She husked. “Better than I imagined. I wasn’t lying about fucking you every day. I can’t go back to not having you at all.”
“I’m yours Angel I’m all yours.” You whispered, caressing her cheek.
You hold her for a while until you notice her sleeping. You eventually pull out and get up to clean her up a bit. You gently wipe between her thighs and get dressed.
“I don’t want you to go.” She says softly, startling you.
“Let me get my daughter and I’ll make you both lunch.” You smile.
She nods, sitting up.
You kiss her one more time after putting your shoes on. “I’ll see you in a few.” You smile before heading downstairs and out the door.
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“Natty!” Finley squealed.
“Hi Finny!” She smiled brightly lifting up your toddler as she babbled away.
“Papa look! Natty.”
You grinned, throwing your cooking towel over your shoulder. “Hey Natty.”
“Hey daddy.” She smirked, biting her lip. She desperately wanted to kiss you.
“No Natty, that's my papa.”
“You don’t want to share.”
“I share with Bethy.” She shook her head causing Natasha to let out her melodic laugh.
After lunch you watch Natasha teach Fin ballet and until its nap time for Fin.
“She fell asleep while we were doing a bit of yoga.” Nat whispered, holding your daughter up.
“I noticed.” You grinned as you led her upstairs to put Fin in her bed.
You were both walking back downstairs when you held her from behind. “You look so beautiful when you dance.” Your hands ran down her hips.
She hummed in response pushing her butt into you. “You’re so hard for me.”
“I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
She wrapped her hand behind your neck bringing you down in a kiss. “Think we have time?”
“We can make time.” You nod in response.
“Take me baby.” she husked.
You push your joggers down letting your member spring to life as she pushes her tights down. You shuffle over behind the sofa letting her hold on to something as you begin to rub her pussy with your fingers.
“Oh baby.” She sighs. “I love the way you touch me.”
“I love the way you feel and the way you make me feel.” You breathe her in as she pumps your meat.
“I’m ready for you daddy.” She bites your ear as you push inside of her.
You both quietly groan at the feel of each other.
Natasha bends over the sofa stretching her back but you pull her back up using one arm around her tight little waist and the other raised up to wrap your hand around her neck feeling her nipple against your forearm. She practically melts in your arms as you thrust your hips.
“How is it each time feels like the first time in the best way possible?” She mutters.
“It's the way we make eachother feel.” you admit.
“Fuck.” she bites her palm as she meets your rhythm.
“Natasha.” You husk against her neck. You wanna say those three little words so badly. You’re in love with her. You just need to tell your wife. You have to tell her it's over. You snap out of your thoughts as she brings you back in a sloppy kiss. You’re both growing closer and closer with each short stroke.
“Ohh Y/N.” She bites back her moan. “Just like that.” She mutters feeling her eyes roll back. “Cum with me.”
You grunt, squeezing her tightly as you cum inside of her. You kiss her neck before moving to her lips with a heavy sigh.
Natasha looks at the clock and feels her heart tighten. Quinn and Beth should be home in a little over an hour. She knows it's time for her to leave. She desperately wants to ask you what this all means, but she's scared it will only make you want to stop whatever this relationship is.
“What's wrong angel?” you ask as she pushes away from you lightly.
She refuses to speak instead she points at the clock heading to the bathroom to clean up.
You anxiously wait outside wondering if she wants to stop this thing between the two of you when you hear the door open.
“Nat-”
“Don’t make this harder for me Y/N.” She whispers walking towards the door.
“Baby.” You say bring her against you.
“Y/N.” She says against your chest.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night right? At Thors?”
She nods and you kiss her softly and leave another kiss against her forehead before letting her go.
Halloween Party at Thors
After finding you out back and sitting on your lap at the behest of Carol and Val of course.
Natasha could feel how hard you were and would wiggle her ass against you when the gang would look away.
You took her hand under your jacket, setting it on your cock. She rubbed you slowly.
“Fuck I’m so hard for you baby.” You muttered near her ear. “You look so fucking good in this catsuit. I gotta have you now.”
“Meet me in Thors bathroom upstairs.” She muttered before getting off your lap and leaving behind your jacket to cover your hard on.
“How ya doing Y/L/N?” Val smirked.
“I gotta take a piss.” You muttered walking back inside with your jacket.
“Oh they’re totally fucking.” Val muttered in her wifes ear.
“I can only imagine the steam coming off their hot bodies.”
“Call it a night and-”
“Yes.” Carol quickly said, pulling her wife up and out of the party without as much of a goodbye.
You watched as Quinn talked to Christine so you made a beeline for Thor’s bathroom upstairs.
“I told you Nat hasn’t stopped hooking up with Y/N.” Wanda huffed looking around.
“Maybe Y/N will tell Quinn and let her go?”
“I hope so.”
Meanwhile upstairs
You knocked and Nat opened the door bringing you in. Your lips and teeth met with a clash.
“You look so fucking good in this cat suit.” You squeezed her ass, slapping it with both hands.
“I knew you’d love it.” Nat smirked pushing you back a bit before dropping to her knees.
You watched with hooded eyes as she licked your second head. Your hand wrapped around her tresses just as she began bobbing her head.
“Fuuuuck!” You groaned, you gently guided her all the way down your length hearing her gag a bit.
“Like this daddy?” Her voice was muffled.
“Don’t talk with your mouth full baby.” You smirked and her eyes darkened and she let out a muffled giggle. “Your mouth baby those lips… fuck.” You sighed holding on to the sink.
You watched as she worshiped your cock sucking the life out of you, and occasionally licking you up and down so slowly you’d twitch in her hand.
“Daddy will you lick me now? I’m so wet and sticky for you.”
“Fuuuuck yes come here baby.”
You lifted her onto the bathroom cabinet. Kissing her passionately before lowering her zipper letting your tongue lick all the way down her body. You slid her tiny little black thong out of the way feeling her tangy juices run down your tongue.
“Ohhhh fuck daddy your tongue is so good.”
“Hmmm.” You hummed burrowing a little bit deeper letting her legs drape over your shoulders.
She moaned humping into your mouth. “Oh daddy!”
You hummed in response, lapping her sweet juices up. You could go down on her for hours if you could. You could feel her fingers grazing our hair.
You began spelling out different things against her clit to make her jolt.
“Daddy.” She giggled, bringing your hands up to her breast. And the other she sucked on your thumb.
You began swiping your tongue just right she was like a fire hydrant ready to burst.
“Fuuuuck daddy right there… don’t stop, I'm so close! Ohhhh dadddddy!” She began humping your face, squeezing your hands against her as she came undone. She gasped for breath as you stood back up.
She licked herself off of you feeling your cock teasing her slit. You took her hand placing it on your member. “Slowly daddy.” She whined, inserting your tip causing you to hiss at her heat.
You barely push in before pulling out. Repeating it a few times hearing her mewing against your neck. “You’re so sexy Nat. Sometimes I can’t believe I’m here with you.”
She opened her eyes and brought your hand up from her chest to around her neck. “I love being your dirty little secret.”
“Oh my gosh.” You groaned, plunging yourself deeper and deeper.
“I love being your toy daddy. Fuck I love it so much.” She gasps at the feel of your hand.
You began thrusting into her at an alarming rate. Her moans grow so loud you cover her mouth to muffle the sound. Even though the bass of the music is loud you still don’t want to be caught.
“That’s it baby girl you’re taking me so well.” You moan seeing the tears in her eyes. You loosen your grip and let go but she keeps you there shaking her head. “I wish I had all night with you. I wanna keep going. I wanna feel you riding me like a cowgirl.”
She moaned, eyes rolling back as she came undone. You let go of her kissing her lazily as you thrust slowly. “Fuuuck I’m gonna cum soon.” She pushes you back getting on her knees.
“Fuck my mouth daddy. Fuck it how you please.” She brought you against her lips before opening wide.
She gripped your ass as you moaned, pushing deeper and deeper down her throat.
She gagged and you muttered. “Just a few more thrusts baby. Fuck your mouth feels sooooo good.” You tense feeling your cock twitch you give a few short thrusts before cumming in her mouth. “Ohhhh fuck that’s so good.”
You pulled and she stuck out her tongue showing you the thick cum that trailed down her tongue into her throat before she swallowed. You help her up before pulling her close against you.
“You're perfect.” You whisper, laying your forehead against hers.
“So are you detka.” She kisses you.
“We should probably get back down there.” You sigh.
“You should wash your face first you smell like me.” Natasha smirks.
You grin before doing as you were told. You bring her back against your chest.
“You go first.” She says against your chest.
You squeeze her one more time before kissing her lips and walking out the door.
You both inhale realizing the situation of it all. You’ve both been fucking behind Quinn’s back for the last month. Nat is all you think about. She’s all you want. You knew it was time to get a divorce lawyer.
Natasha turns and washes her hands and mouth.
You walk down the stairs and see Quinn laughing along with Christine. She definitely didn’t notice your absence. You grab a drink and watch Natasha follow suit.
A few days later at the fair
You look around making sure your daughter Beth is distracted. You lean in kissing Natasha softly. She squeezes your hand before breaking the kiss afraid Beth will see.
“This is almost perfect.” She says softly.
“Almost.” You agreed.
“Sing to me Paolo.” She smirks.
“I'll touch that fire for you
I do that three, four times again, I testify for you, I told that lie, I'd kill that bitch, I do what all of them around you scared to do, I'm not.
Long as you juggin' out here for me, I got it.
Mobbin', schemin', lootin', hide your bodies
Long as you dreamin' 'bout me, ain't no problem
I don't got nobody, just with you right now
Tell the truth, I look better under you
I can't lose when I'm with you
How can I snooze and miss the moment?
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do
I can't lose when I'm with you
I can't just snooze and miss the moment
You just too important
Nobody do body like you do, you do”
Natasha briefly checked for Beth’s attention before kissing you softly. You kissed her hand as the Ferris wheel started descending back down.
The rest of the night made Natasha feel like the two of you were together with a little family. It made her ready to finally tell you everything you deserved to know.
The next morning
“What’s wrong baby?” You ask.
“I can’t keep lying to you, we need to talk.”
“Okay…” you say.
“Y/N there’s some things you should know. One my marriage is a sham. Bruce and I married one another for my citizenship. He wanted to make his ex jealous and I just wanted to stay in the country.”
“Wait, you aren’t in love with him?”
“I never have been… are you mad at me?”
“No of course not I’m just confused as to why you never said anything I wouldn’t have told anyone.” You chuckled.
“I don’t know, I guess I was worried if I said anything you would have told Quinn and she definitely wouldn’t have let you be my friend. That’s not really what I’ve been scared to tell you.”
“Hey you shouldn't ever be scared to say anything to me.”
“Someone stole your chance at MIT, and I’m pregnant.” She word vomited all over you.
“Wait what?! No start over.” You shook your head.
“Tony checked with MIT to see why you got declined and found out you were accepted on a full ride but someone declined it.”
“What?” You said in disbelief.
“Could it have been Quinn?”
“Oh my gosh.” You sat back down in shock you couldn’t believe it. “I-…Yeah it could have been her.” You shake your head before holding it in your hands.
“I’m sorry baby. I’m so sorry.” She said rubbing your back. “You had your career stolen from you.l”
You began crying thinking about how Quinn could have done this to you.
“Oh, Y/N, baby.” Natasha brings you in her arms.
“Did/ Did you just say you’re pregnant?” You sniffled.
“Maybe.” She squeaked.
You looked at her as if to say ‘tell the truth’.
“Yes. I took 3 tests Y/N.”
“Wow. I thought you… couldn’t?”
“I was told all my life I couldn’t.”
“So this is a miracle baby?”
Natasha’s eyes started tearing up as she nodded with pursed lips.
“Nat, that's amazing.” You said softly, bringing her back in a hug.
“You’re not upset?” She asked.
“That you’re pregnant? No of course not that’s no one’s fault it just happened. It’s not our baby’s fault-“ Natasha cut you off kissing you as she straddled you.
“Hmm Nat hun we-“
“Make love to me Y/N.”
“Let me get a divorce first.”
“Wait-“ Natasha looked down looking for any lies.
“We’ve been sneaking around and I’ve sort of been feeling guilty about it. Quinn is the mother of my children even though she is semi evil she still deserves to know, and you deserve someone who isn’t married.”
“Baby.” She whispered softly, kissing your head.
“Natasha I’m in love with you.”
“I love you too!” She smiled leaning down to kiss your lips and her body began rocking. “I’m not sharing you with her anymore.”
“Hmm Nat no baby we should wait.”
“You just told me you love me. I can’t help it if I really want you to make love to me all night long.” She threw her head back arching her back.
“Hmm.” You sighed feeling your cock grow with need. “I want to. Oh fuck you have no idea how bad I wanna worship your body right now. Take my sweet time making this tight little pussy squirt all over daddy.”
“Then do it daddy. Show mommy how much you love her.”
“I can’t believe I got you pregnant.” You chuckled, kissing her lips.
“I’m so happy Y/N.”
“Just let me divorce her and we can finally be together.”
“You can move in here with me. I have rooms for the kids.”
“We might need an extra one for the baby.”
“I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”
Natasha didn’t want to wait. She unzipped your pants, pumping your cock a bit before pushing your inside of her.
“Oh my-” She kissed away your moans as she rode you faster and faster. She was so unbelievably horny for you.
“Oh daddy.” She husked, leaning her forehead against yours.
“Go on baby cum around daddys dick.”
“I love you so much.” She gasped.
“I love you too baby. So damn much.”
She moaned loudly as her hips halted her walls clamping tight around you. “Say it again.” She whines.
“I love you Natasha. I love you so much baby.” You groan as you palm her ass cheeks. “I love you, I love you, I love you and this luscious ass.”
She giggled, kissing you as you quickly laid her down against the sofa. Her legs widen and lock around you. You begin humping into her, feeling your cock twitching as her moaning begins getting louder and louder.
“That’s it my love let go.”
“Fuck me harder daddy.” She groans as you nibble her nape slamming down against her hips harder and harder as her hands grip your ass.
“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum baby.”
“Me too daddy. Keep going!”
You groan as you increase your motion going faster and harder with each stroke.
She locks you in place as she cums around your cock and you groan feeling her walls milk you dry.
“I’m telling her tonight my love I promise.” You pant.
A year later you divorced Quinn and now have a little bundle of joy in the next room with your soon to be wife.
“I can’t wait to marry you.” You sigh, holding Natasha from behind as she looks down at your baby.
“Me either.” She sighed leaning against you.
Finley was happy to have Natasha as a step mom. Beth wasn’t too keen on it but she will with time. As for Quinn, your relationship with her is strictly about the girls. She’s still sad you’re gone and upset that she lost you. But at least now she has Rachel to hold her when she cries.
You’ve never been happier with a great career ahead of you at Stark Industries, two beautiful daughters, a gorgeous wife, and a little baby in her arms.
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Sundresses and breeding kinks
A/n: was too lazy to make a collage for this I’m sorry 😭
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Warnings: g!p Natasha, top!natasha, sub!reader, daddy kink, housewife kink, breeding kink, extremely rough sex, crying, degradation (sort of?)
Summary: Natasha breeds you. That’s it. That’s the summary.
It was a typical Saturday afternoon at the Romanoff household. You were cleaning the bathroom counters having been neglecting the task the whole week. It’s not your fault! Seems like your wife wants to be balls deep inside you every second!
But of course, the task was interrupted by a certain redhead. “Your ass looks so good from here baby.” She commented, her eyes shamelessly ogling you.
You rolled your eyes ever so slightly and turned around. “Nat, please let me continue cleaning. I haven’t been able to get things done all week!”
The assassin just chuckled lightly as she walked towards you, caressing your face. “Such a good little housewife huh?”
Your knees buckled. She knew how much you got turned on from being called her housewife. “I- um-“ and you were already stuttering. Great.
Natasha walked closer to you, backing your up against the counter, her bulge touching your crotch. “Is it such a crime I want to fuck my wife all the time? I just can’t get enough of her.”
���I love being fucked by you, Nat. But I can’t be a housewife if I don’t do any of my chores.” You chuckled.
“Right. Which is why you need a baby. We need a baby.” Your eyes widened at her words.
“A-a baby?” You asked. She began to grind against you. “Yes. I want to breed you, detka. Cum so deep inside you that you forget who you are for a few seconds.”
You bit your lip, your core began to heat up. “I’d love that, daddy.” The use of the nickname got her even more hard if that was even possible. She growled lowly and smashed her lips to yours, squeezing your breasts as she did so.
“So fucking pretty. All for me huh?” She asked with a teasing smile.
“All for you daddy.” You moaned. She easily picked you up and carried you out of the en-suite and into your bedroom, laying you down on the bed. Immediately she lifted your dress up and pulled down your panties.
“Such a pretty pussy.” She growled, before diving in and eating you out like a starved woman. You gripped her hair as she worked her tongue through your folds and up to your clit. You curled your toes as you got closer and closer to the edge.
“Daddy, I’m gonna cum!” You moaned. “Cum for me pretty girl.” Natasha spoke against your core sending vibrations throughout your body. You screamed as you squirted out you finish. Natasha groaned that that. She loves that you’re a squirter. Makes it ever the more fun.
“Fucking love when you squirt baby. Makes it so fucking hot.” She groaned. She then straight up ripped your dress off groaning at the fact that you were wearing no bra underneath.
“Naughty girl.” She snickered, groping your tits, burying her face in between them. “I love these tits.” She groaned.
You felt her cock touch the inside of your thigh and you shifted ever so slightly. “Hmm? You want this cock in your pussy? Want daddy to fill you up?” You nodded with tear filled eyes. “Please daddy.” You whispered.
The redhead entered you with such ease and groaned at the fact. She began the fuck you harder than she ever had before, gripping your hips with such intensity that was definitely going to leave bruises the next morning.
She rolled her eyes back as she fucked you. You were both a moaning mess.
Suddenly she stopped. “Turn over, grip onto the headboard so I can ruin you properly.” Her words sent a shiver down your spine and you quickly complied, gripping onto the headboard.
The Russian smacked your ass as she plunged back into you, gripping your hips again and pounding into you fast. Your vision was blurry and your tits were bouncing like crazy as her cock hit your velvety walls again and again.
The only sounds in the room were those of skin slapping, moans, grunts, and the headboard shaking against the wall.
“Daddy!!!!” You cried as you reached your second orgasm, tears streaming down your face due to how rough she was being. But you loved it.
As if she already knew she growled, “Cum around my cock baby. I’m gonna spill my load inside you in just a few seconds. Fuck!”
You clenched and her and your vision went white for a moment as you felt pure ecstasy. That mixed with the feeling of her warm cum painting your walls made you weak and you practically fell face first onto the pillow.
Natasha was catching her breath behind you and pulled out, laughing at how you fell. “Guess I fucked my girl a little too hard huh?”
“No, loved it daddy. Want it to happen again.” You muttered into the pillow and she surprisingly understood you.
#marvel#marvel x reader#g!p natasha#natasha romanoff x reader#Natasha Romanoff smut#top natasha romanoff#sub reader
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Hoodies and Koala
Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Warnings: none (if you think there are please tell me so I can add them)
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You just got home from work and you feel so stressed and burned out however you still have to finish your report. You have to present last month's stocks to the board. You thought being the CEO would surely have perks and less load but you are dead wrong. You're still a slave of the 9-5 but sometimes because of all the projects you got to sign and check you have to bring work home with you. After you showered and changed, you settled in your home office to finish everything up.
A few hours since you got home, juggling of keys can be heard by the door. Due to how busy you are, you didn't even hear the penthouse door open and close and your girlfriend calling out your name checking if you were home or not.
As Natasha went in further, and found you concentrating in typing like a lunatic on your laptop. She saw how you were not enjoying any of what you are doing and wanted to help you out but first she have to shower and clean herself up first. She too had a long day. She just got off a mission that almost, almost went downhill due to a rookie agent that tripped the alarm wire. She had to double her efforts and knock all the hydra agents down before they get caught. Thankfully everything finished without any further hitch and just want to come home to you and cuddle.
She dressed herself with shorts and your favorite hoodie, now hers. It was big covering her shorts with it and comfy that she likes to just bury her nose in it as it smells like you.
She was by your office doorway trying to get your attention. She already have called your name a few times yet you haven't acknowledged her presence.
"Detka..."
"Moya lyubov..."
"Y/N!" She shouted, this caught your attention away from the screen.
"Hey, princess. You're home." You said looking at her lovingly. Admiring her outfit and how she simply looks beautiful and sexy without even trying.
"I've been trying to get your attention, lyubov but it seems like you weren't able to hear me and your eyes were glued to the screen."
"Sorry, baby. I've been just stressing out because we have tomorrow's monthly report and I had to finalize the numbers. Even crossing the t's and dotting i's of contracts for tomorrow."
You got up and stretched you've been hunched over the laptop for hours now. You walk towards your girlfriend and gave her a warm welcome home embrace. The height difference is just perfect.
"Princess, is this my hoodie?" Moving your head a bit to look at the hoodie she's wearing. She looked at you and said,
"Nope. This is mine now." snuggling back to your embrace.
"Uh huh, so when I was looking for this yesterday and you said you don't know where it is... you had it all along did you?" You said dumbfounded.
"Shhh! Cuddles. Can we go to bed now, detka?" She said almost in a sleepy tone.
She jumped up to lock her legs around you, she's lucky catching her like this is a second nature for you. For an avenger and ex-assassin, she can be very clingy and baby when she's with you. If someone walks in and find you guys like this, her attached to you like a koala, surely they'd think something was wrong.
"Sorry, princess but I have to finish my report first. How about I take you to bed, love?" You said while carrying her towards both your bedroom. She didn't reply and instead snuggled further as if you two can get any closer than this.
As you put her down on the bed, she won't let go. You tried to pry off her arms but she won't let go.
"Baaaaabe, I have to finish my report."
"Nooooo"
"Princess, come on now."
"No!" She said stubbornly.
You had no choice but to lift her up again. She yelped and you just chuckled.
"You're an ass."
"I told you to let go."
You walked back to your office and settle yourself down on your chair, her still snuggled on you.
She raised her head to look at you as if asking 'what the hell!?' and you just look and raised your eyebrow with a smirk.
She leaned in and kissed you passionately, as air was needed as you both stopped but foreheads still pressed and nose rubbing on each other.
She snuggled back, putting her face in the crook of your neck, feeling her lips on your neck. She gave you a small kiss. You kissed her shoulder.
"You're lucky that I love you, Romanoff."
"I love you too, moya lyubov."
#natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff imagine#natasha x you#jealous natasha#natasha romanoff x top reader#natasha romanoff fanfic#natasha x y/n#natasha x reader#natasha romanoff
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Yelena: Do you like my top?
Maria: Yeah, she seems nice
Yelena: What
Nat: What
Kate: (:
#shes so giddy thay maria thinks shes nice#doesnt even notice the carnage#bishova#bishlova#yelena#kate#kate x yelena#yelena x kate#incorrect bishova#incorrect bishova quotes#incorrect marvel quotes#incorrect mcu quotes#Kate Bishop#Yelena Belova#kate bishop incorrect quotes#yelena belova incorrect quotes#bishlova incorrect quotes#marvel incorrect quotes#maria hill#incorrect natasha romanoff#natasha x maria#blackhill#top kate supremacy
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Just a thought…
Avengers groups on vacation at one of Starks cabins. It’s late at night everyone has been drinking and they’re now all settled around the couches chatting, joking, and teasing each other. Reader is sitting in between Nat and Wanda. They are not a thing but Nat and Wanda (who are dating) are definitely interested in Reader. Anyways some how they get onto the topic of who out of the group is a bottom and who is a top. Reader is pretty fucking buzzed at this point.
Y/n : “YOU THINK I AM A BOTTOM???!? ME?!? I am the least bottom-ie bottom of all bottoms!.!. I AM the tippiest of all tops. —”
Everyone chuckling Wanda and Nat smirking
Y/n : “like please I am the teller of what is to be done. Nobody and I mean NOBODY can tell me THE TELLER what to do—”
Wanda : “oh yeah?”
Y/n : “uh huh (kinda slurred) no body (hiccup) can tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “Can you hand me my drink off the table sweetheart?”
Y/n : “huh? Oh yeah of course. Here you go. Now as I was saying —”
Wanda : “hand this to Nat for me.” (Gives them Nat’s phone)
Y/n : (passes the phone) “here you go Nat. Um where was I?” Looks at Nat for directions.
Nat: “you were saying how nobody can tell you what to do.”
Y/n : “Oh right, yeah you got to be crazy if you’d think I’d ever let somebody tell me what to do.”
Wanda : “go grab my bag off the table over there for me hun”
Y/n : “Okay, over here?” (get up and walks towards the table)
Wanda : “Yes, the black book bag with my red insignia on it”
Y/n : (whispers to themselves -“insign-who?” Searches and holds one up) “this one?”
Wanda : “Yes hun, that one. Now bring it over here.”
Y/n : (walks over and hands her the bag) “like I was saying - takes another drink - you will not find me underneath no one. Nobody can make me do anything or tell ME what to do. I call the shots around here.”
Everyone quietly dying laughing
Y/n : “I -hiccup- I wear the um strap in the relationship”
Nat : (leans forward) “Oh you do now?”
Y/n : “Y-Yes. Very much so. I stay strapped.”
Nat : “is that so?”
Y/n : “Yep”
Nat : (grabs the bag from Wanda and unzips it. She reaches down in and pulls out a red strap-on) “put it on then”
Everyone dying at this point while Nat looks so smug and readers eyes are bulging out of their head choking a bit on their drink.
Y/n : “well…well I mean..I…um”
Nat : “Come on Ms I stay strapped. Let’s see you put it on.”
Y/n : (grabs the strap then looks at Nat for direction)
Nat : “Go ahead..let’s see it”
Y/n : (has never put on a strap before goes to put it over her pants)
Wanda : “it’s upside down sweetheart”
Y/n : “right I knew that I was just checking it out.”
Y/n : (goes to step in it)
Nat : “you know that’s not where your leg goes right?”
Y/n : “oh yeah heh I was just getting my footing”
Y/n: (takes foot out then tries to put it in the right hole. Gets tripped up and starts to fall (drunk balance and all) and Nat catches them)
Nat : “here let me help” (Nat puts their legs in the right places and pulls it all the way till it’s snug. Wanda reaches over and pulls the straps tight to where it’s jostling y/n a bit)
Wanda: “there you go”
Y/n : ( their face is beet red with a little overly large red dildo hanging between their legs after being fussed over (slightly manhandled) to put in on by Nat and Wanda.
Nat : “as you were saying….”
#natasha x y/n#wandanat x y/n#natasha x fem!reader#wandanat x female reader#wandanat x reader#natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff#wanda marvel#the avengers#natasha x reader#drunk#soft dom nat#soft dom wanda#top#avengersteam
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home is where the heart is ★ n.r
— 𝐎𝐍𝐄 ;; 𝐁𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐘𝐒 & 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐒
in which your married life with natasha romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. with your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (and ultimately, very horny.)
pairing ★ sub!wife!natasha x beefy!butch!reader
chapter summary ★ natasha wakes you up with a pleasant surprise, your gremlin kids are the life and death of you, tony stark is annoying, marital sexting is pretty tough, and you're homesick for your wife's pussy.
warnings ★ (MINORS DNI) - explicit content, some pretty heavy kinks: blowjobs, marital sexting, breeding kink, daddy kink, probably more.
word count ★ 3.1k (feeding yall)
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You slept like the dead.
Or at least you did, on most mornings, oblivious to the waking world in your sweet slumber.
Today was different, though. There was a distinct feeling of pleasantness swimming in your subconscious, one you couldn’t quite pinpoint. It urged you awake, a certain type of wet heat that insistently tugged and pulled.
It wasn’t until a jolt of arousal shot through you like a nine-millimetre shotgun that you jerked awake with a start.
“Shit!” you gasped, yanking off the blanket from your lower half, to reveal your ethereal wife perpetrating what could only be described as a wet dream.
Natasha’s head was obediently lowered in the midst of sucking your erect shaft, her viridescent gaze trained unto you with a twinkle of mischief. Wandering hands were sheathed under the front of your sweatshirt, painted nails mapping out the expanse of your tensed abdomen.
“Way to wake me up, baby,” you say breathlessly, a hand flying to the back of Natasha’s head in hopes of speeding up your ever-approaching high. You buck your hips once, effectively propelling your hips further forward, guiding your shaft into your wife’s mouth.
Natasha hums mindlessly, palming at your torso like it was second nature. Her mouth moves languidly, relaxed and slow, tongue trailing over the hefty length of your cock in a teasing manner.
Like the devil incarnate, Natasha’s hand glides a broad stroke from your abs to the base of your cock, and starts working her hand in firm strokes. “Fuck,” you groan, a hand twisting into soft locks of your wife’s hair.
The joint stimulation on the head and base of your cock have you barrelling towards a preordained high at a frighteningly fast pace, and the absolutely criminal way Natasha’s head bobs up and down is no help at all.
“Fuck, baby, m’so close,” you gasp, throwing your head back and letting your eyes slide shut. Your big hand guides Natasha’s head with a certain type of tacit power, unwritten but distinct. Natasha feels herself get wet, and in turn eagerly plunges her mouth down with a renewed vigour.
When Natasha lets out a filthy moan from the back of her throat, stifled by the sheer size of your cock in her mouth, pleasure overwhelms your every sense.
You groan, hips snapping up for the entirety of your cock to be buried in Natasha’s warm and velvet throat. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—”
“Mama! Mommy!”
The undeniable sound of little feet scampering across the wooden floorboard and down the stairs, unceremoniously hauls you out of your heaven-like ascension.
Natasha pulls her lips off your cock with a satisfying ‘pop’ sound. “Time to get up, honey,” she says with the arch of her eyebrow, smoothly turning over in practised motion and leaving you hung and sprung.
“Baby,” you whine, pitifully throwing your head back. Your words fall on deaf ears and you grumble and pull up your sweatpants, just in time for the door to swing open and release the incoming wave of chaos.
“MAMA!!” Emilia shrieks, leaping onto the bed with fearsome aggression, her younger twin brother in tow.
Your five-year olds didn’t let you catch any breaks, Emilio roaring into your ear while dragging his toy pterodactyl across your face. “Rawr! Rawr! Wake up, ma!”
You leap up in a haze of bedsheets and screaming kids, all your previous indiscretions quickly faded at the sight of your bundles of joy.
Emilia squeals as you easily hoist her up with one arm, the little girl getting thrown into the air. Emilio receives much of the same treatment, getting dangled in the air by one leg.
“Mommy! Save us!” The boy cries out with a delighted grin and a hearty attempt at hitting your side. You swing them around with fake growls that incite laughter and squeals, steering clear of any sharp corners or wayward objects.
Natasha is more preoccupied with hugging your sleepy ten-year old, and cooing softly into her ear.
Marina is the oldest of your three, quiet and reserved, with brilliance sparkling behind her soft eyes. “Hi, mama,” she greets you with a small smile, and your heart melts a little.
“Hi, darling angel,” you reply with a big grin of your own. “Where’s my morning kiss?”
At the prospect of the feared morning kiss, Emilio yells and wreaks absolute havoc, the toy truck forgotten in favour of escaping your clutches.
“No mama! No kiss!” Emilia protests, the Russian determination behind her set eyes a splitting image of her mother’s. Emilio is long gone, visibly hidden under your bedside table.
You hoist Marina up onto your hip, smiling at the sweet kiss she pecks on your cheek. “It’s mommy’s turn now,” you say easily, sliding up to Natasha with a mischievous grin.
“Ew!” Your little girl giggles, hiding behind her hands as you share a chaste kiss with your wife, one that is far too short for your liking. Either way, the morning kiss routine was a success.
The attention in the crowded room is drawn by a simple clap of Natasha’s hands. She stands arms akimbo, rocking her bed hair, sleep still half-written in her eyes — but the whole look is so endearing that you can’t help but fall in love all over again.
“Okay, kids. Time to get ready for school! Who wants breakfast?”
The cheer that arises from your children is nothing short of pure jubilation. Emilio starts a chant of ‘Frosted Flakes! Frosted Flakes!’ that has them marching in line out of the bedroom and towards the kitchen.
Natasha laughs, following their trail, but you drag her back expectantly.
With one arm hanging off the top of the doorframe and the other wrapped around her waist, you pull Natasha into that long sought-after kiss.
“Mhm,” you hum contentedly, inhaling her sweet scent. “I love you.”
Natasha slowly slides her hands up your arms, savouring the kiss. She presses her palms to your cheeks, adoration dancing in her eyes.
“I love you too.”
*****
The Frosted Flakes do not end up on the breakfast table, after all, because Natasha reasons that the kids had eaten it for three breakfasts in a row and their teeth would rot and fall off.
Toast and scrambled eggs, courtesy of your little handiwork in the kitchen, is the eventual outcome. Food is food to a bunch of hungry gremlins, either way, and the breakfast gets scarfed down in no time at all.
“You’re gonna go soon?” Natasha asks you in the kitchen, giggling at your teddy-bear patterned apron. You make a non-committal hum against your wife’s chest, wanting to stay in her arms for an eternity.
“Mama, we have to go to school,” Marina calls from the front porch, the door clicking open. “I need help with my shoe!” Emilio cries out, hopping into the kitchen with a singular shoe. “I got my shoes done on my own!” Emilia chimes in proudly, tugging on her backpack straps.
Natasha laughs, stroking your hair affectionately. “No rest for the wicked,” she says. “Be a responsible parent and send Marina to school, then go to work. The twins’ school bus will be here anytime.”
You exhale with a smile, pulling your wife in for a kiss that is a tad too long. Tugging off the pink apron, you’re glad you already changed into your work attire — a collared white shirt rolled up to your elbows, a grey-patterned tie, and matching slacks.
Natasha looks you up and down approvingly, then her eyes glimmer with an incited flame as she straightens your tie. You definitely don’t miss the way her hands glide smoothly across your chest to straighten out the wrinkles, and you resist the fluttering sensation that blooms under her touch.
“What a handsome young woman,” Natasha comments, tip-toeing to peck your cheek. You smile widely, preening under your wife’s attention. “Only for you,” you reply happily. “I’ll be off, then.”
“Mama, let’s go,” Marina probes, head poking into the kitchen. Her eyes soften at the sight of Natasha, proceeding to wave cutely. “Bye, mommy.”
Like little ducks, your three children follow you out of the house, with their miniature backpacks and shoes. Natasha watches adoringly from the porch, blowing kisses to Emilia when she yells one last “Bye, mommy!”.
Your Audi SQ7 peels out the driveway, engine revving. Marina is looking out the window, humming ‘American Pie’ with a little smile. As your home fades away in the rearview mirror, you think that this life was all you’d ever need.
***
“Fury, tell Tony that not sponsoring the coffee machines in my building is frankly, quite rude behaviour,” you comment, sitting next to the aloof man who’s snacking on a packet of dried fruit. Steve steals bits of the snack when Tony’s not looking, much to Fury’s chagrin.
“I don’t give a fuck,” Tony replies hotly, snatching back the piece of fruit in Steve’s hand. “You literally leaked the photo of me in a maid outfit, for the whole world to see. You know how many sleazy men have slid into my DMs since then? Pepper hasn’t let that go!”
“What, are you mad that the public now knows that Pepper’s the one that does the dicking down?” you retort. “And Steve was one of those ‘sleazy men’!”
The accused blonde looks away quickly, suddenly very preoccupied with the tiling of the floor. “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Steve mumbles.
“That’s enough,” Fury admonishes with an unamused look. “The three of you need to get your shit together. Regardless of whether or not Stark is a bottom, I can’t have the CEOs of my powerhouse companies making a bad name. You know how that reflects on me? Stark Industries, SHIELD, L/N-Corp Worldwide Media: The Desolate Downfall of Nick Fury.”
“Is this because I modelled for the gay sex toy shop company? Because that’s just homophobic,” Steve reasons, folding his arms. “And Bucky liked the advert a lot!”
Tony scoffs, making paper aeroplanes with the papers on Fury’s desk. “We literally bring in millions upon millions for you each year. I’m sure that forgives the one time I was high during Y/N’s media conference. The Minister didn’t even notice! He’s like 82, anyways. Close to your age, Fury.”
“And I’m not sorry for calling the Netflix director a bitch on live TV,” you add in. “They’ve got no reason for cancelling all the sapphic shows left and right! My wife and I were invested in Gentleman Jack, okay?”
Fury sighs, the scene before him a spectacle he was no stranger to by now.
You, Tony and Steve were the face of the up-and-coming generation of brilliant minds and creative thinking. He supposed your overwhelming success and proved greatness softened the blow of your discrepancies in maintaining an unblemished professional image.
“Moving on,” Fury continues. “I want to talk about Project Eagle. As you should know from last year’s report……”
Just then, your phone vibrates in your pocket, with a notification from Natasha’s contact.
You, indeed, were hard.
Upon reading Natasha’s last message, you shut your phone off so quickly that Steve turns and raises an eyebrow at you. You clear your throat and shift in your seat, evidently affected.
The heat that surges through your body pays no help in your focus on Fury’s briefing. You can feel the flush creeping on from the back of your neck, spreading down your body and rushing towards the area between your legs.
Natasha, why have you forsaken me? You think helplessly, the noises in the office fading to a low buzz. When your phone vibrates again, your finger clicks on the message before your brain can catch up to you.
The image that Natasha sends you has you choking on absolutely nothing, coughing up air like a woman possessed.
Lacy red lingerie displaying thick thighs and a soft tummy should not be this breathtaking, but Natasha pulls it off anyway.
Filthy images flit into your mind uncontrollably, searing images like a broken record player. Your dick has a mind of its own, pressing hot and tight against the seam of your pants.
“L/N,�� Fury announces, voice booming and hauling you out of your trance. “What seems to be the issue?”
In the background, Steve and Tony giggle like schoolgirls, knowing all too well what had occurred. You clear your throat again, shoving your phone into your pocket, hopelessly trying to erase the blessed image of your wife from your memory, just for a moment longer.
“No issues here,” you say with a forced smile, fighting demons with your rock-hard erection you’re desperately trying to cover with a report file. “I’m all dandy, sir.”
“Right,” Fury says disbelievingly, his good eye flickering downwards for a fraction of a second. Embarrassment eats you up whole.
“Let’s hope your attention span is just as ‘dandy’.”
***
“Natty,” you pant, with your wife pinned under you, hot and tight inside of her.
“I can’t believe you did that,” you grunt, punctuating each word with a firm thrust of your hips. “Made me so fucking hard at work.”
Following your incident in Fury’s office, you had exhausted every fibre of your willpower not to lock yourself in a bathroom stall and jerk off like a nymphomaniac.
After a gruelling day of work and coming back to a house of sleeping children, you had wasted no time in claiming your stake.
“I’ve been blue balled for twelve hours,” you groan into Natasha’s neck, mouthing at the flushed skin with fervour. “Spare me some sympathy, darling.”
“Oh, my poor baby,” your wife teases, tracing a feather-light hand over your tensed back muscles and clutching at the back of your neck. “You’re so eager, aren’t you?”
“Mhm,” you growl, scraping your sharp teeth over her collarbone, leaving violet imprints at a respectable-enough level. You roll your hips into Natasha’s, drawing relentless waves of pleasure and a rocking motion that has her throwing her head back.
Natasha’s erratic breathing and badly-disguised moans are music to your ears, a sweet symphony you’d been missing all day. You groan as her velvet walls clench tight around you, hot and wet and all-encompassing.
“You feel amazing,” you pant, the clefted tip of your shaft bumping against her cervix with how deep you nest inside of her.
A high-pitched whine sounds from the back of Natasha’s throat, as her legs spasm in the air. “Wanna fuck you senseless, please,” you groan.
“Do it,” she challenges breathily. You lean forward, manhandling her deliciously thick thighs, pressing your wife’s knees to her head.
The arousal that builds in your lower stomach is pure white heat, fueled by the breathless cries of your wife under you.
“Fuck,” you cry out, reaching new spots you haven’t before. You surge forth, an unstoppable train, drilling your shaft into Natasha’s dripping cunt like it was your only reason for living. Because maybe it was, as you transcend earthly boundaries with her, only her.
Subconsciously, your hands fly to Natasha’s hefty tits, grabbing the shaking mounds. “Y’so pretty, babygirl,” you say, half-drunkenly, high of the white-hot pleasure that Natasha draws out of you.
She’s untouchable heaven, silky moans and raspy cries, a soft tummy with rolls that you greedily grasp in your hands.
“Daddy,” Natasha cries, crescent nails scratching down your arms, her suspended legs shaking in the air. The airy lilt of your title makes you leak. “Ugh, fuck,” you grunt, pounding her into the bedframe, sweaty and slick.
“Let me come inside, please?” you practically beg, wide eyes transfixed at the area your shaft meets her cunt. Natasha whines breathlessly, a hand moving to clasp at the sheets. “Yeah, I-I’m on the pill.”
That’s all the confirmation you need before pinning Natasha down with spread hands. You shift on the bed as you mount her, skin-to-skin with your shaft fully-lodged inside of your wife.
Natasha gives you this dizzy look, glazed-over eyes portraying complete submission.
Then you start moving again, and the world explodes in your hands.
“Oh, fuckkk,” you groan, shoving your fingers into Natasha’s mouth to stop her pleasured screams from waking up the whole house.
The speed at which you drive your hips into Natasha’s is downright sinful, smearing slick all over her rounded ass, dripping onto the bed.
You’re transfixed, as your wife’s big mounds bounce in time with your thrusts, making you drool with want. An animalistic growl leaves your throat as you push yourself in, even deeper than before, making Natasha arch above the bed with a muffled cry.
Just like that, with you buried inside Natasha, do you fall apart by the seams, an unwinding intricate tarp.
Your load gets buried deep inside Natasha’s womb, and you continue with shallow thrusts. “Mhmn,” Natasha moans, following soon after, spurts of slick coating your cock in waves of overarching pleasure.
“Babydoll,” you groan mindlessly, palming at her sides. You come so heavily that it flows out of Natasha, a dribble of thick white fluid, and your wife fingers it back in so desperately that you could get hard all over again.
You collapse unceremoniously onto the bed next to Natasha. “I want more kids,” you state. You grope your wife’s tummy like it would conjure new life, an expectant look on your face.
“Three is enough,” Natasha says breathlessly, skin shining with a sheen of fresh sweat. She locks eyes with you, hair tousled and lips curled into an adoring smile.
“Okay, fine,” you mutter your acquiescence, both of you knowing that statement wouldn’t hold up for long. “...Give me a minute, then I’ll clean up. You need some water, baby?”
Natasha lets out a pleased hum, snuggling into your chest.
She kisses your left boob affectionately, as you groan with sensitivity, playfully swatting at her arm. “No need. Just want you.”
“You have me,” you respond softly, running a hand through the brown locks of your wife’s hair, flattening it out with gentle strokes. “You always will.”
so that's chapter one of 'home is where the heart is!' i personally choose to believe pepper straps tony down every night. what are your thought on the kids?? mommy!nat?? butch!reader?? the incorporation of the texts?? there's so much feedback i require tbh
reblog or no more milf!nat
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