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wlwloverwrites · 4 months

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rushed anal w nat 🥴

Warnings: semi-public sex, anal, strap-on, light choking, smut (18+)

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Hand in hand, you follow as Natasha leads the way to the bathroom. She pushes through the sweaty bodies and dodges potential spills from the reds cups dancing along others. Your eyes land on her swaying hips, taking in the outfit you pick out for her. Dark black jeans, strapless top — in which took some convincing which resulted in a sore jaw — and the leather jacket Natasha insisted she’d wear so she could offer it to you the second you stepped outside and complained it’s too cold.

The music is blasting, almost echoing down the halls. Colorful lights fill the room, reflecting off the disco balls hanging from the ceiling while the music vibrates off the walls. After walking down the mile long hallway, Natasha pulls you into an empty bathroom. The bathroom is big enough to pass as a bedroom, but you stopped questioning Tony’s money spending habits.

Nothing to worry about, at least not when Natasha’s lips find yours.

The kiss is messy and wet. Her tongue pushes past your lips and finds its way in your mouth. Her surprisingly warm hands find your neck, fingers dig into the back of your neck as her thumb strokes your cheek. Pulling away she spins youso you’re facing the mirror. Your hands hold your weight as she pushes her body against your backside. Her arms trap you between the counter and her body. That’s when you feel it.

This wasn’t going to be your average bathroom fuck.

Natasha wanted to play.

“Here?”

“What better way to end the year, baby?”

Her words light a fire in you and who are you to complain? Natasha’s hand finds its home between your thighs, pulling aside your red lace panties and slipping through your already soaked folds. She is quick to bury two fingers inside you and even quicker to curl them. You swear your knees are going to give out.

“Natty, I have-” You cut yourself off with a whiney moan.

“What is it baby?” She smirks, cooled and composed.

“I have a surprise for you.”

Natasha hums in your ear and smiles when you push yourself against her hips. At this point it’s just muscle memory. Your hands find the end of your dress, they don’t have to stretch given this black mini short had to be the shortest dress you’ve wore all year. You hike up the dress over your hips, giving Natasha view of the red lace she currently felt rubbing against the back of her hand with each thrust.

“You’re so beautiful. I could just worship you.”

“That’s not the surprise, silly.”

Natasha raise her eyebrows, even more so when you pull her hand out from your panties. Making eye contact through the mirror, you bring her dripping fingers to your lips and suck. Your eyes almost flutter close when you hear Natasha groan behind you.

“Take them off and have a look.”

Confused, but determined Natasha does exactly what you say, only after you’ve spread your legs open and bent over the sink counter. Natasha’s fingers hook onto your thong and tug them down. Just as you expected you hear a breathy curse in her native tongue. Her hands grab a handful of your ass as she groans. A red jewel sitting above your glistening pussy is staring back at her green eyes.

“Fuck me, Natty.” Working your muscles to push the thick plug out as much as you can before your muscles give out and it slips back in its place inside you. “In my ass.”

The plug was a gag joke Wanda had gifted you. Its size of it made you clench when you first unwrapped it, but you knew you had to work up to its size and that’s exactly what you did and how you found yourself begging to be fucked in the ass on new year’s eve, 10 mins til midnight.

“Alright, baby. I’ll fuck you.”

She works quickly but carefully, turning your head so your lips could meet. It’s an awkward angle with a slight strain in your neck but it’s worth it. One hand between your legs rubbing your clit as the other works on pulling the plug til your muscles stretch on its widest part then pushing it back in.

How you’re still standing should be someone’s PhD thesis.

It’s all a blur, one second your letting out moans as she curls her fingers inside you once more and the other you feel her pushing in the tip of strap she had been hiding from you all night.

“Relax baby. Almost there.”

Groaning when her hips are finally pressed against yours. The stretch is delicious and has you seeing stars. You had been craving this.

The redhead whispers sweet things in your ear, but they hardly stick. Your brain is working overtime just try not to come while you try your best to welcome the stretch of your ass. Her fingers never leave your clit and it makes it hard to stay quiet. Almost like you’re playing a game on whether you can be louder the music playing outside.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

“I needd to usee the bathroom, pleasuh.” A slurred voiced says behind the bathroom door.

You gasp loudly, but Natasha’s hand covers your mouth.

“Come baby you don’t want them to hear you, do you?”

Her thrusts become quicker as the pressure in your lower belly gets harder and harder to ignore. Your hands are pressed against the mirror and that’s when you see her.

“You’re so fucking perfect.”

Another knock.

“My dream girl.”

Her pushes you to your limit and before you know it there’s a loud countdown.

“Five!”

Her fingers find themselves curled inside you once more. The feeling of both your holes being filled has you weak.

“Four!”

Another finger added and her hips speed up.

“Three.”

The hand covering your mouth travels south and wraps around your throat.

“Two!”

A small squeeze with a whisper of ‘I love you’.

“One!”

You come as your legs shake and fingers drag against the once spotless mirror. You feel yourself leak onto the fingers still curling inside you. Whining when your ass feels a bit sore when Natasha pulls out.

“Happy new year, baby.”

You barely process anything. Natasha however is quick to recover as she washes her hands, pulls your dress down and stuffs your panties in her back pocket. Her hands wrap around your waist and tug you upright. You hum in response as you let her walk you out of the bathroom. Your ears are met with even louder music and happy cheers from everyone. There’s confetti in the air and fireworks in the sky.

“Happy new year, Natty.”

This was supposed to be short, and posted before new years, but it came out a little longer than expected. Happy New Year! Don’t forget to reblog and comment, let me know what you think!

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wlwloverwrites · 2 months

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Sub!Nat smut now:))

a/n: I should be working and studying for my finals, but this seemed more important. Something short for all my lovers.

Warnings: failed attempted at 69ing which slowly just turns into (reversed?) face sitting, light praise kink, oral sex, mentions of biting, smut 18+

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You hiss against her thighs when you feel Natasha’s teeth sink into a small part of your inner thigh. You are close to nudging her off your thigh, but she is quick to lick the sting away, a silent and wet sorry. She peppers light kisses on your thighs, switching between the left and right one. You can’t help but sigh against the heaven pressed so close to your face. Her calves sandwich your head between her thighs and you swear you hear a quiet moan when your tongue licks a stripe from her puffy clit to her leaking hole.

“Feels good,” Natasha sighs, completely forgetting about your prior agreement. It was a joke at first, something along the lines of ‘I’ll eat you if you eat me.’ You knew this would happen, but she forbids you from calling her out. Natasha Romanoff is somewhat a pillow princess. It’s a secret she forced you to swear you’d take to your grave.

“Yeah, baby?” You tease, digging your fingers in her the flesh of her ass and spread her apart.

Her breathless ‘yes’ is cut off by a whiney moan when you blow air against her glistening pussy. Before she can complain, because you know she is about to complain, you use your grip on her ass to pull her onto your mouth. You waste no time, you lick everything she has to offer. Burying yourself between her thighs until there is no room to breathe. The pleasure is consuming for both you and Natasha.

You could not ask to be in a better position.

Is it a little hard to breathe? Yes.

Is your neck going to be a bit sore tomorrow? Yes.

Is the love of your life who is currently sitting on your face worth the soreness and lightheadedness? Thousand percent yes.

“Oh fuck.”

You can barely hear her whimpers and moans but you know they are getting more frequent with the way she is spilling onto your tongue, feeding the greed your tastebuds have.

You can’t help but smile against her clit when you feel Natasha practically go limp on top of you. She truly is made to look pretty on a bunch of pillows. Problem is this makes it a bit hard for you to do your work.

Light, repetitive taps on Natasha’s outer thighs bring her out of her empty head. You hum against her skin, letting your fingertips weightlessly drag over her skin.

“Natty, baby?”

“What’s wrong?” She has now transferred all her weight from your face to your torso. Her head is perfectly cushioned using your thighs as pillows.

“Need you to do something for me.”

“Oh, I’ll do it n-”

“No, I could care less about that,” You swear you hear her sigh in relief before you continue. What a pillow princess. “Need you sit up right and ride my face.”

Natasha holds her breath for a few seconds. She knows you know that she doesn’t like putting in the work, but she also knows whenever she does you treat her good.

Your tongue finds itself licking her clean again when you don’t get an answer. “Can you do that for me, Natty?”

In a span of a few seconds and some convincing licks, Natasha’s head is no longer resting your thighs, instead her head is tilted back. Surprisingly, she is sitting upright; she careful to not put all her weight on your face. Her hands, which are on each of your thighs, brace herself and she pays no attention to the pain her nails instill in the meat of your thighs. Surely there will be marks tomorrow, but you know she’s sorry.

“Good job, baby.”

You silently tell her to start moving her hips with your grip on thighs. Reluctantly, she starts to grind her hips against your mouth. You lay there with your mouth open wide and tongue sticking out. Natasha whines particularly loud when you move your tongue towards her hole. Her hips want to freeze, tired and lazy but your words of encouragement keep her from doing so.

“Come on, Natty. Don’t you want me to fuck you with my tongue?”

Your words work almost as well as shot of espresso. Her hips are quick to work her body up and down, chasing her climax, but they are still lazy. Her hands go up to her breasts. Her hands grip each one to stop them from bouncing. Before she knows it she is playing with both nipples, whimpering even louder. You can picture her, filthy and whiny.

“I- Fuck.”

Awkwardly, your hand finds its way between her thighs. You make sure to not move too much given the woman on top of you is very close to begging to come. You want to laugh at the gasp of air she sucks in when your thumb finds her clit.

You already know.

Natasha’s brain is fuzzy. There isn’t a single thought —besides maybe being mad at you for making her ride your face— in her head. She is preoccupied with the pleasure she feels. Her eyes are rolled back, her nipples are sore from her own torture, and her pussy is clenching on your tongue.

“Can I come?”

Your thumb moves a little faster.

“Oh shit. Can I? Please.”

You let out a loud hum, making her hip jerk and then making her squeeze out a breathless ‘thank you’ and moan. She gushes all over your tongue. The taste of her fills your mouth, easing the greed your buds had. This pleasure is even more consuming causing her body falls onto of yours, bringing her clit even closer to your lips. Ignoring her obvious need to catch her breath and take a break, you lick her throbbing clit. She whines when you don’t stop. She falls apart on your tongue a second time. You don’t stop licking until she finally pulls away from your loose grip on her thighs.

She turns her body to lay next to you. Boneless and breathless, her hands go up to cover her eyes, overwhelmed. You swear you hear her let out a curse when she finally catches her breath. Natasha giggles when she hears you sit up.

“Did you like it?” You whisper against her skin. You climb on top of her, dragging your lips from her pelvis to her chest. You pepper light kisses on her each of her breasts befroe heading to her neck.

“Mhmm. Loved it,” Natasha hums happily, tilting her head to the side go give you better access to the sensitive spot on the underside of her jaw.

“See what happens when you put in a little more work?”

“Actually I hated that part.”

“Such a princess.”

“Hey!”

#hehehehe #i was dreaming about this the other day #but also I’ve been in heat for like three months straight #pls enjoy this #i wrote it in two hours #wlwloverwrites #wlwloversfics #char: natasha romanoff #type: smut #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader smut #black widow #black widow smut #marvel

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wlwloverwrites · 10 months

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Home Gym

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: daddy kink, slight mention of sweat? in a sexy way, thigh riding, nipple play, light biting kink, normal things used as sex toy, smut, small amounts of fluff, oral sex, fingering, shower sex (18+)

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You knew what your girlfriend was doing before you unlocked the front door. The walls rumbled with repeating vibrations. Her upbeat music she only ever played when she was working out echoed in the hallway. Your neighbors hardly complained… at least not about the music. They have complained about other loud noises coming your shared apartment.

You remember the first time they knocked on your door.

Sweat was beginning to build on your hairline, your robe was falling off your shoulder, and your feet were cold stepping on the hardwood floors. You opened the door to see your very uncomfortable neighbor, right away you knew they heard. You were mortified when they asked you keep it down. You gasped when they admitted your ‘rather loud noises’ had been a reoccurring problem. Genuine sorries fell past your mouth but were interrupted with a rather smug Kate.

Kate’s arms slipped around your waist while her lips found your bare shoulder. She kissed over the forming marks on your heated skin. She didn’t pay any attention to the same neighbor she sometimes helped carry groceries up the stairs. That neighbor was now bright red once they realized Kate was nude, completely unbothered. You said your rushed goodbyes and failed at keeping the noise down.

Your jingling keys did nothing to signal to your girlfriend that you were home. Their sound swallowed by the music Kate added to her ‘Gym’ playlist. After settling down, you found yourself taking a peek into her gym. She noted that the extra bedroom in your apartment would be the perfect place to work out. Your eyes trail over her body.

Her arms are glistening with sweat. Fly away hairs are glued to her forehead and her cheeks are flushed red. You watch as her necklaces dangle in the air with each push up. Her form is impressive, she makes it look easy. Staring at her lips you can see her counting under her breath, the last number falls past her lips with a loud sigh. She gets up to sit on her bench. She leans to get her water bottle and that’s when she sees you.

“Hey baby,” she says with a smile, setting her bottle down and lowering the music with her phone.

“Hi Kate.”

“How was your day?” She spreads her legs just an inch, welcoming you between them as you make your way over to her to greet her with a soft kiss.

“Was okay,” you hum against her lips, giggling softly when you feel her wandering hands.

“You look pretty, baby. Those are nice jeans,” she compliments with her eyes trailing down your body.

“Oh really? Thank you, a really pretty girl gifted me these jeans.” You reply playfully, giving her a nice twirl.

You recall the time she bought them. The skin on her arms was indented with the strings from the numerous shopping bags she insisted only she’d carry. She bought you so much you always had to find a way to rearrange your closet to fit even more clothes. Don’t even let her get started on jewelry. Your nightstand always had some type of jewelry resting on top. Sliver and gold necklaces, tennis bracelets, and rings sparkled with the soft light coming from your lamp. Kate loved buying you rings. Sometimes when she’s bored she just stops by the some random jewelry store and buys you another ring. She always takes a mental note on your reaction, trying to figure out which is your favorite style…. for research purposes of course.

“Girl has good taste,” Kate jokes slipping her hands into your butt pockets, giving your ass a playful squeeze that makes you laugh. “I’m just finishing up here. Do me a favor, baby,” She looks up at you. “Can you hand me the massage gun?”

You hum, turning to get what she asked for. You bought it for her birthday, you remember her smile when she realized what it was. She had been complaining about being sore after working out and occasional cramps, so you did what any good girlfriend would do. You added it to you shopping cart. You mess with the buttons, checking if it was charged.

“After you finish up, want to eat out?”

It’s quiet for a moment and look at your girlfriend confused. You roll your eyes playfully when you see the look on her face. The same cocky smirk you learned to love is on her face as she jokingly licks her lip.

“I mean since you’re offering. I wouldn’t mind…” Her hands grab your hips, her fingers tug on your belt loops forcing you down on her thigh. “I wouldn’t mind eating you out.”

You throw your head back with a laugh. The position you’re in is awkward, but before you can get off her thigh, her arm hugs your body down. Her unoccupied hand grabs the massage gun from your hand and switches it on.

“Finish up with me?” She asks innocently.

Too innocently.

Your hands went to her shoulders, awkwardly rubbing them to massage the forming knots. She sighs softly, you always loved the way you relaxed her. Dropping your hands to her arms, raising your eyebrows when you feel her muscles. Your lips part and suddenly you are hyper aware of your position. You never really noticed her ‘pump’ after working out, you were always quick to rush her in the shower or was simply not home to witness it; however, now you felt it. Kate seems to be in her own world, aiming the vibrating gun on her biceps.

Are you supposed to use it on your arms?

“Feels weird. I usually just do it on my legs,” she shrugs as if she can read your mind. You don’t know how you don’t put two and two together. It’s Kate for crying out loud. The both of you have been dating for the past two years and you still don’t know how you didn’t see her meticulously planning something in her head.

She smiles at you, it’s not a sweet smile.

It’s dark, and widens when your body jerks forward.

Vibrations crawl down her thigh and between yours. Just on the first setting, the vibrations were enough to dig your fingers into her flesh. Loud moans escape your mouth. Kate’s thumb hits a button, bumping up the speed and you feel like you’re flying. Throwing your head back leaves your throat to be Kate’s next victim. Her teeth bite at your skin making you hiss in pain. Your hiss quickly turns into a whine when she pulls away. A text notification pulls her attention away from you.

“K-Kate,” you whine. Your voice is shaky and you’re almost sure your eyes are crossed. Subconsciously your hips flex towards her body, your forehead fell at the junction of her neck.

“Hold on,” she is quick to dismiss you, not even caring one bit about you grinding on her bare thigh, like a bitch in heat. She doesn’t care that you are purposely shoving your breasts in her face to pull her eyes away from the screen and onto you. Your breathing become harsh, every vibration feeding into the sudden pleasure. Forcing your eyes open you look at Kate’s phone. She is the middle of typing a text when you whine again.

Kate shushes you.

Soaked between your thighs, with your wetness seeping through your pants and onto Kate’s thigh. An occasional moan would slip past your lips and it would result in a sharp stare from your girlfriend, but after the third one Kate had enough. Why she wanted silence was beyond you. Was she finally on the neighbor’s side?

Her empty hand, phone finally put away, fell right on your ass. A loud slap echoed through the room. Your skin burned, but it never stopped your hips, only made them faster. The slap only makes you moan louder. Clearly annoyed, the vibrations stop and you are left panting with want. There’s drool that piles by the corner of your mouth, but you quickly try to recover yourself. The inside of your thighs are numb.

“I told you to stay quiet, baby,” she tuts, her hand squeezes your face. She’s taunting you, knowing damn well how much you love when she gets cocky.

“But Daddy, I need you,” you whisper the words against her skin. Your lips are swollen from your teeth tugging at the poor skin. Fingertips dig into her clothes, a silent beg for her to get undress despite her being half naked and you being fully dressed.

“I know you need me, baby.” She whispers back, pushing her face closer to yours so your noses are brushing against each other. Her tongue peaks out from her lips and licks yours. “Want to know how I know?”

You don’t know what game she’s playing at, yet. Nonetheless, you nod, bumping your noses again. Leaning in for a kiss, you part your lips and tilt your head to the right. Patiently you wait because you know more is coming.

“It’s not because you’re begging for me,” she declines pressing a wet kiss against your lips before she pulls away with your bottom lip between her teeth. “It’s not because your eyes have gone all hazy.” You suck in a deep breath when she turns the gun back on and places against her thigh so you can feel the vibrations. “It’s because I can feel how wet you are between those pretty thighs.”

You whine into her neck, your body is shaking with need and it’s only then do you realize how right Kate is. You’re soaked between your thighs. Your panties feel like a second skin and your poor jeans do nothing to help when it came to friction. Drunk with pleasure you nod at her words. Grinding even harder against her thigh, chasing your high.

“‘m so wet,” you whine, sinking your teeth into the bare part of her shoulder. The salty taste of her sweat meets your taste and there is a small part of you that loves the taste. The bite makes Kate hiss in pain, she pushes you off slightly. Before you’re able to overthink why she practically rips your blouse off of you. Your blouse is now resting on top of a dumbbell and Kate’s mouth found its safe haven between your breasts. Not bothering to unclasp your bra, she shoves the padded material down, just enough so your nipples appear. Her lips wrap around your right nipple without warning.

“Come on, baby. Ride Daddy’s thigh. I know you want to.”

You can feel each syllable against your breast. Sensitive and needy you follow her instructions and whine when her lips find your left nipple. Kate, never the one to chose sides, gives the same treatment to the left breast. Groaning into your skin as her unoccupied hand finds your back. Dragging her fingertips down your skin until they find your jeans again. Kate loved the sight in front of her. You grinding against her thigh, bottom lips between your teeth, sweat building up on your forehead, sweet sounds escaping your lips, and most importantly the growing wet stain between your legs which ruins your jeans.

“Daddy knows your body too well, huh?”

She’s taunting you.

“Moan my name.”

“Kate.”

“Louder.”

“Kate!!”

The vibrations are strong — too strong. Your head feels fuzzy and eyes can’t seem to focus on anything. Drunk with pleasure you throw your head back, giving Kate more than enough space to attack sensitive parts of your neck once again. Hips are rolling fast against Kate’s thigh. Too busy chasing your high you barely kiss back your girlfriend who pulled you into a messy kiss. You whine against her lips when you the feeling in the pit of your stomach gets ready to be released.

“Fuck Daddy. I- I’m gon-,” you stumble over your words as Kate gives up on massaging her thigh and places the gun directly on your pelvis.

“Come on, baby. Get all messy for me,” Kate whispers against your skin, encouraging you to soak through your jeans. She bumps the vibrations even higher, sinks her teeth into the soft skin on your collarbone, and rolls your nipple with her free hand. It’s enough to push you off the edge.

Your eyes roll back as your whole body seizes with pleasure. Your fingers dig themselves into the full muscles in her arms. Your thighs clench trapping Kate’s so she can no longer bounce it. You feel wet between your legs, no doubt making your jeans a darker blue than before. You don’t know when the vibrations stop and the praises start.

“Pretty girl.” Kate’s mouth finds your ear, her teeth trap your earlobe, “Doing so good for Daddy.” Kate pays no mind in the aftermath stings caused from your nails. You smile softly when you feel sweaty arms wrap around your waist and a flushed cheeks rests on top of your naked breast. Kate, always the sucker for skin-to-skin contact, whispers how good you are for her. You giggle softly when you feel her wandering hands rub your back and her soft lips find your collarbone.

“You’re so pretty, baby.”

“Thank you.”

Kate laughs against your skin. Even when your mind isn’t working at its full capacity you still manage to keep your manners in check. The minutes you take in hold each other feel like hours, the both of you just enjoying each other’s touch. It isn’t until the sweat begins to build up that you pull away. Kate whines when you pull away but understands because her skin was flushed, which makes you feel bad. She never had the chance to cool off after her workout.

“Kate, honey. We need to shower. You’re stinky and I’m messy.” You groan, scrunching up your nose and giggling when Kate is clearly offended when you stated the truth.

You jump off her lap when she reaches to tickle you. Smirking when you escape from her attacks and watch as she gets off the the bench. You back away and you sprint to the door, playing a small game of cat and mouse.

“You’re not too sore, baby?” She asked with faux concern, raising your suspicion as she makes no move to chase away you like she usually does.

“No. Are you?” You challenge, looking back at your girlfriend who is pulling off her sports bra, it takes all your willpower to not look. She stands shirtless in the middle of the room for a second before she walks to you. She takes advantage of your eyes that dart to her chest and grabs you.

“Never, just wanted to check in cause I still need to eat you out.” She says with a wink. Her hands cradle your face as she makes you walk backwards to your shared bathroom.

“I made a promise to my girlfriend and I intend to keep it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm.” Kate nods as she presses a gentle kiss on your lips.

Finally, the both of you are in the bathroom. Loud giggles fill the room along with the sound of the shower as you get undressed. Kate checks if the water temperature is okay before she gets in and offers her hand to you as you step inside. Sighing softly at the water as you wash away your sweat, and worries. It doesn’t take long for Kate to fall on her knees and hike your leg over her shoulder. Her directness has you holding yourself upright against the sage green tiles you have decorating your shower wall.

“Fuck Daddy.”

Her tongue is gentle, licking your throbbing clit. Kate takes everything you offer her. She moans softly at your salty taste that is watered down with the droplets of water that also fall on her face. She takes in the way your finger get tangled in her soaked hair. She takes in the way you can’t seem to hold your moans, forgetting how loud you can get. It isn’t long til Kate adds her fingers. Her pointer and middle finger find their way inside you. Kate is careful to make sure you don’t lose your balance before curling her fingers in a ‘come here’ motion. You let out a high pitched whine when she repeats the motion again and again.

“I’m gonna come again! Oh Kate.”

Kate keeps a steady pace and makes sure to not be too rough knowing you’re sore despite your confident ‘no’ you said earlier. You can’t get over the feeling of her tongue, eyes rolling back as you moan her name over and over. Your hips roll against her face, forcing her tongue to lick over her fingers and her nose bump your clit. The sound that leaves you is pornographic making Kate laugh against your pussy and another voice yell.

“Can you guys hurry up in there?! I have to use the restroom.”

Your gasp is loud but is quickly switched to an even louder moan when you fall apart on your girlfriend’s tongue. Your fingers tug on Kate’s wet hair and she pushes her mouth closer to your pussy.

“Kate, Kate, honey. Who is that?” Your words are rushed as you try and catch your breath, legs are still shaky and you’re pretty sure your eyes are crisscrossed…again.

“Yelena.” She says as if it is obvious. You blink, once then twice and look at your girlfriend who is already rinsing the shampoo off her dark hair.

“What?”

“She was on her way when you were,” she pauses as she reaches for the loofa behind you. “Well you were… you know,” she pauses and then drops her mouth and rolls her eyes back before mimicking you, “Oh yes, Kate. Fuck, Daddy!”

You feel the heat on the your cheeks and grow hotter when you hear a very confused, russian accent outside the bathroom door a second time, “I thought Y/N finished already?”

You’re mortified, but Kate only laughs as she steps out of the shower. Walking out of the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around her waist, leaving the top part of her body bare.

“Yelena, don’t you know we have a guest bathroom?”

“Don’t you know I can hear her from the hallway?”

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wlwloverwrites · 1 year

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Everything’s in Check

Pairing: Dark!Wanda Maximoff x Innocent!Reader x Dark!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Dr. Romanoff has a check up appointment with the help of her nurse assistant, Wanda Maximoff.

Warnings: medical kink, latex gloves kink, fingering, humiliation kink, dark themes, smut (18+) crying, vaginal dilators, numbing with the use of injection

stop reading if it makes you uncomfortable! ALSO i’m not a doctor and refuse to do research, so if i say something medically incorrect… ignore it.

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To be transparent, you feared coming in this morning. You never really had a good experience with doctors. You remember your first doctor, his hands were rough, eyes looked bored, and he barely talked to you. He was a big meanie. Your second doctor was almost the same, only his eyes wandered and asked question you knew had no relation to your visit.

This meant if you needed to go to the doctors, you would make sure to postpone that trip as much as possible. So that’s what you did, only you had a new doctor.

“Are you scared?”

The voice makes you jump. The thin medical gown did little to protect you from the cold or cover your backside. You tried leaving your underwear on, but Nurse Maximoff insisted you took them off to ‘make things easy for Dr. Romanoff’.

“A little,” you reply softly.

You try not to move because you know the medical examination table will squeak. Plus, you know the disposable paper beneath you will tear with a single flinch. You’re trying to save yourself from that embarrassment.

“You can always hold my hand if it gets too much, how does that sound?”

You eyes light up from the kind offer before you shyly nod. “Yes, please. I’ve never done this before and all my friends said it hurt them.”

“It can be scary, but Dr. Romanoff is very good at her job. She’ll do her best to keep you comfortable.” You smile at that and giggle when Nurse Maximoff send you a wink before closing the door.

It isn’t long until you hear muffled voices just outside the door. An unfamiliar woman walks in with Nurse Wanda not far behind. Her presence automatically makes you nervous, you don’t know if it’s her bold hair or the way she briefly smiled at you. On autopilot, the two women wash their hands with such grace. It’s almost like watching ballerinas dance, it’s art.

“How are you doing today, Y/N,” she asked before turning over to look at you. You can’t determine whether or not she is truly asking. Did she care?

Her eyes were pretty, delicate but fierce. Enough green to get lost in and think or the plant stems that carry the blooming flowers; however, they were firm enough to make you stutter.

“I-I am doing good, Dr. Romanoff,” you nod awkwardly as you fiddled with your thumbs.

“That’s good to hear, sweetheart.” She pauses looking down at her click board before continuing, “Please call me Natasha.”

Okay… maybe she does care.

“I take it that my best nurse, Wanda, walked you through everything?” She assumes as she grabs the abnormal latex gloves for a doctor. They aren’t their usual light blue, instead they are black.

Nervously, you answered that she had and said no when she asked you if you had any further questions. She motioned for you to change positions on the examination chair. Latex-covered hands tap your ankles as they are moved on their correct position on the stirrups.

“Just as a precaution we’ll need to strap you down, okay sweetheart?” She doesn’t really leave room for discussion when she nods to Wanda. But you think nothing of it, because Dr. Romanoff’s hands rub your calves gently.

Your breath hitches when Wanda tightens the buckle over your thighs. You’re shy when it’s blatantly obvious your parts are fully exposed. You avoid eye contact the second you see Dr. Romanoff’s eyes look between your legs. Your hands go to cover your face when you hear the two women whisper to each other.

“Oh no, honey. Are you shy?” Natasha coos. She motions for Wanda to comfort you. You almost want to burst into tears when your nurse rubs your arms. The friction is a bit awkward her her gloves on, but you think it’s sweet nonetheless.

“A little.” You whine whine softly and choke on your breath when you feel fingers rub between your legs.

Your teeth bite the inside of your cheek when you see her grab the rather large speculum. Your doctor is more then generous with the lube, something you’re thankful for. You’ve heard the horror stories. Wanda’s hand slips comfortably in yours when Natasha pushes the tip of tool inside you.

Hissing at the cold temperature of the metal incanting your most private area. You try your best to hold in your tears, you do, but it hurts. If it wasn’t for your doctor’s worried eyes looking back at you you’d think she was doing this on purpose.

You would truly believe that Dr. Romanoff was just another meanie.

The grip you have on your nurse’s hand is enough to make your fingers cramp. You can’t imagine how Nurse Maximoff’s hand must feel. Restraints wrapped around your thighs and calves only tighten with every flinch. You can already see the marks and imprint on your skin later.

“I’m hurting you too much,” Natasha sighs, defeated.

You want to scoff in her face, as if the tears rolling down your cheeks and small sniffles weren’t enough, but you cry in relief when she pulls the tool out. At that point you couldn’t think about doing anything else but thank her.

“I know a way it will feel better, okay?” Natasha hums. She hums a second time to get your approval. Butterflies fly in your tummy as you watch her snap the gloves off her hands. Your eyes on her hands and widened when you see she is staring at you, staring at her.

“Yes doctor.”

“And if that doesn’t work I have something else we can try,” she shrugs casually as she shuffled through her medical tools.

You nod as your blink away your dried tears. Anything but that. Glossy eyes glance up at the nurse in the room. Even with her mask on you can tell how beautiful she is. Subconsciously your walls clench around nothing when she sends you a flirty wink. Shy, you break eye contact and try to close your legs. You swear you hear a light chuckle.

“Nurse?”

“Yes, Doctor?”

“Clean her up.”

Confused you watch your nurse walk around to the corner of the room. You hear the plastic before you see it. Nurse Maximoff settles down where Dr. Romanoff once was with a small pack of wipes.

You throw your head back connecting the dots. This has got to be the most humiliating thing ever. You want to protest and tell both your doctor and nurse that you’re more than capable to clean and wipe yourself away, but your hands are shaky and your heart is racing.

As soon as you feel the first wipe your eyes water once more. You’re ashamed and feel so useless when the nurse grabs the second wipe. She gentle and wipes away all the excess lube left behind from your doctor. You hide your tears and sigh in relief when the redhead sitting between your separated legs is finished. You count to five slowly in your head, blocking out the two intelligent women who seem to have no issue with your nakedness and discomfort.

The colorful box in your doctor’s hands sparks an interest. You barely have a chance to read the label before Dr. Romanoff tears the unopened box. With new clean gloves, she carefully placed these multi-colored, plastic inserts on her sterile tray. There’s five different rod-like devices, each bigger and thicker than the last with a rounded tip.

“I know they look scary, honey,” your doctor paused as she gathered the rest of her tools, “But we will take it slow.”

You nodded, but gave a verbal answer after Nurse Maximoff raised her eyebrows. Once again, the red head found her place between your thighs with the smallest ‘vaginal dilator’ in her hand.

She was quick. Wasted no time.

You gasped when she pushed the small tool passed your entrance. This one wasn’t so bad. Your nails digging into the poor chair could finally relax. Whispers are shared between the two scholars as your doctor carefully switched the tool for a bigger size. This one didn’t sting too much. There was a slight burn.

“Relax.”

The third one hurt. The stretch stun and had your fingernails dig into your palms. Muscles you never knew existed felt sore from the sudden and abnormal stretch. You want to protest when your doctor reaches for the fourth one.

“Too much?”

You nod with shiny eyes.

A silent conversation is shared through the medical professionals with their eyes. Wanda taps your hand before moving to grab something behind you. Your doctor tries to distract you by rubbing her hand on your inner thighs.

“Honey, we are going to try that last thing, m’kay?” she pauses and you swear you have a finger flicking thin glass. “You’ll feel a small pinch,” she squeezes the meaty part of your inner thigh before continuing, “but we will give it a couple seconds to kick in and you won’t feel a thing.”

An intimidating needle is passed onto your doctor which leaves you shaking like a leaf. She explains the small dose will leave you numb for the next thirty to sixty minutes and shouldn’t have any side effects. Your eyes overflowed with tears the second the needle pricks your skin. It’s only for a second and then the pain is gone. Sweet nothings are whispered into your ear as the doctor between your legs waits for drug to kick in. At first it feels funny and weird. Those words are the only ones that can describe it.

“How does that feel?”

You want to laugh at first, because you can’t feel anything, but your doctor is quick to get the message. She works between your legs as a very professional nurse distracts you. Nurse Wanda asks about your day when you see your doctor grab the cold, metal speculum. The same tool that made you flinch before was the least of your worries.

You don’t feel it, but you hear it. You hear how wet the space between your legs is. You can see the fascination in your doctor’s eyes when she replaces her tool with her fingers and you don’t even notice. You don’t notice she has three fingers inside you until she brings the soaked, gloved fingers to your nurse’s mouth. You watch, horrified and embarrassed when Wanda lets your taste sit before letting go of your hand and jotting down some notes. She studies you as if you were unconscious.

Your nurse is no better then your doctor. Humming when your slick hit her tastebuds. She even looks up at the ceiling so deep in a thought before she writes to the words ‘tastes sweet’. Settling her notes on a sterile table, your nurse, Wanda, stands behind Natasha staring hard between your legs.

“Doctor, what about this area here?”

Natasha eyebrows furrowed as her eyes followed her coworker’s pointer finger. She pointed to a small bud you never even knew existed, untouched. Numb between your legs, you jump at the feeling and overwhelming feeling of someone’s touch on the most sensitive part of your body.

“Oh no, looks like our anesthesia didn’t work here,” Natasha pouts with fake sadness. Brushing her latex covered thumb over the bud again making your eyes roll back and mouth fall open. She hums to herself as she continues, “But that doesn’t seem to be a problem, huh?”

A small chuckle that leaves Wanda’s mouth pulls your out of the pleasurable trance. Suddenly, you’re excessively aware of the position you’re in. The straps holding you down are tighter then before, fingernails are now digging into your palms, and the heat between your legs was growing profoundly. Panic start to set when you hear the wet noises. Your whole rocks with each thrust of your doctor’s fingers. The pads of her fingers hitting a spot deep inside you that makes your whole body cry.

Tears fall down your cheeks when you hear side comments like, “if I didn’t know any better I’d say she was a big whore” or “Look here, she can’t even control it.” The image of your doctor’s soaked fingers entering her mouth to “get a taste” for herself was something you knew would haunt you for the rest of your life. You’ll never forget the way she hums at your taste or the intense eye contact she shared with you while she suck her fingers clean. You can’t bare it. The way the two educated women completely disregard you, yet took notes off your body and its reactions. You want to bury yourself in a hole.

“Nurse.”

“Yes, doctor?”

“Bring over a mirror and grab a tissue for our sweet patient.”

If it weren’t for Natasha asking for the tissue you never would have known she cared for your tears. The mirror was something that threw you off. Scared, not knowing what was coming next your eyes follow Wanda as she grabs a circle mirror. The two women share a silent conversation which results in Wanda holding the mirror above Natasha’s head giving you the perfect view of your own body.

You can see Natasha’s fingers glistening with your slick and her spit. You can see the way you drip. You can almost see the way you throb.

You can see it. Her fingers inside, the four fingers stretching you. Your muscles straining to fit the sudden fullest, the fullest you couldn’t feel. You can see the way your muscles contract involuntarily. But you can’t feel it. Not until Wanda’s fingers rub your clit. Your whole body jerks as if Wanda had some type of power. You didn’t see them, but you hear the smirks on the women’s faces.

“There she is.”

Moans fall pass your lips uncontrollably. Wanda’s thumb doesn’t seem to rest as she circles your clit over and over again. Every time you closed your eyes are turn away from looking at the mirror Wanda landed a firm slap on your clit. Each time your thighs flinch and involuntarily vote to shut, but the straps tying them down only tighten. Your eyebrows scrunch in both confusion and pleasure. You’re confused by what you’re feeling. There’s heat in your belly as your hear beats faster than a racehorse.

“Come on, honey. Let go.”

Her directions are comforting, but your mind is foggy. The view of your doctor and her nurse towering over —what used to be— your untouched body. Her fingers inside you move faster, you can hear your body’s reaction and see Natasha’s concentration in her eyes. Weakly you shake your head no. Your skin on your chest feels hot. The medical gown you wore felt itchy on your skin. Your nipples pebbled through the thin material. With every move you whined at the feeling of the cotton dragging against your nipples. So sensitive.

“Let go, Y/N. I’m not asking.”

Natasha’s voice is enough to have you shaking in fear. She has all the power, she’s calling the shots.

“I don’t know how.”

Natasha sends Wanda a look that has the nurse smirking before nodding. You don’t know how her hand wasn’t tired from holding the mirror. It felt like you spread out open for the two of them for years. Natasha leans forward, blocking your own view of yourself. Bambi eyes meet Wanda’s because you don’t yearn for her hand to roughly meet your clit again. Her touch send tingles up your spine from the pain. Instead, you’re meet with something sweeter. Warm lips press a soft kiss on your clit. Eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel her tongue lick parts of you, you never even thought people wanted to taste.

Your hands have a mind of their own when your finger bury themselves in her red strands of hair. Pulling her mouth impossibly closer, whining when the pleasurable sensation would disappear if she lick too low. Your teeth clench when Natasha’s teeth lightly graze your clit. You want to let out a loud moan, but it’s swallowed by Wanda’s kiss.

Wanda, feeling a bit left out, took matters into your own hands and stole your first kiss. The kiss is messy. An inexperienced mouth paired with a brain clouded with first time sex wasn’t a smart choice. Teeth clash together, but Wanda doesn’t seem to mind. Her notebook and mirror were long forgotten as her hands slip beneath your medical gown and reach your breasts. Her lips find themselves wrapped around your tongue as she slowly pulls away there’s spit dribbling down his chin, it’s exotic. You have much time to process the wet dream of a woman right in front of you when Natasha works harder with her mouth and Wand’s fingers find your sensitive nipples. Rolling your nipples between her fingers while Natasha sucks, licks, bites, and kisses between your legs.

You feel your very first orgasm running you over like a truck. Your thighs shake as your body throbs in want. Natasha’s mouth doesn’t stop and Wanda’s fingers found their new home in your mouth. Latex-covered fingers trigger your gag reflex causing your eyes to blur with tears. You can’t see the way you soak your doctor’s face, but you get an idea when she pulls away and drags your hands away from her scalp and onto her face. Fingertips are met with a wet substance, then brought to your lips. Lips smeared with spit and a small hint of Wanda’s lipstick are now taking in a sweet taste.

“Such a sweet girl.”

Tuckered out, you don’t fulling understand the comment. You’re drained, literally, to a point you have no idea who spoke. You hear small shifts and feel hands on your knees. Wanda’s hands find the leather straps holding you down. You sigh, grateful for freedom. Only it never comes, the straps only tighten, you’re not sure how, but they do.

“Let’s try that again.”

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Are your "thoughts on Teacher's Pet" still open? If so, I'm the person that was way past bedtime, so just dropping to say that I can't stop thinking about how Natasha would make -as a punishment- Reader use a vibrator during class and how she would tease her???

hi anon that doesn’t like their bedtime… this is me wishing you a merry christmas/ happy holidays ;)

Warnings: little on the dark side, light degradation/ public sex, vibrator, crying as a sexual release, punishment, (18+)

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As you got more comfortable with pleasure, god did you become a menace. You haven’t even fucked yet and you’re acting like bitch in heat.

Whenever you would bump into Natasha you would kiss her harder, moan louder, and beg faster. You’re needy and horny. Something you wanted to fix.

When she sat in her chair, you found yourself straddling her lap without her telling you to. You pushed her hands to your breasts and shoved them under your skirt. You begged between kisses and rocked against the strap contained between her legs. She wore it knowing the day would come soon, but didn’t know when. Better to be safe than sorry.

“Not now. I’m trying to grade some things. I’m already behind. I don’t look forward to all the messages I get when I’m late. You know that, bunny.”

“Please, Natasha.” You’re out of breath and only want her lips and tongue on you. You completely disregard her reason as to why she wants you to step away. She can’t focus with you near.

“Enough, bunny,” Natasha sighs twirling the red pen in her hand. She tries her best to ignore the way your hands run down her back and massage her shoulders.

Pushing her hair back to have more access, your lips find the side of her as you block out her protests. Her groans turn into soft moans but they don’t last long before she warns you for the last time.

“Don’t be a bad girl,” she warns. Her warning is weak with the soft moan that escapes her lips when you reach a sweet spot.

“But I want you.”

“You want me?” She questions suspiciously but you don’t question it.

You nod and moan out when Natasha pushes to sit on her chair. She stands above you, forcing your legs open with the help of the chair’s arm rests. Your heart skips a beat when you see her rest for the special drawer in her office.

A small pink toy rests on her hand, ones you have only seen in porn videos. A toys you’ve always wanted to try but never did since you had Natasha. She was more than enough to keep you satisfied, unless you have been craving more.

Her fingers slip through your soak folds. She’s genuinely shocked as to how wet you are. You weren’t lying when you said you were wet. With little to no preparation, Natasha pushes the toy inside you. It’s not like you needed the foreplay, but still you were disappointed she barely touched you.

“Touch me,” you whine pushing your bottom lip out and give her the best puppy eyes you have. You do look tempting, legs spread out with your panties pushed to the side and skirt flipped up. Your pussy is soaked and looks sort of cute with the silicone string sticking out.

“Pink looks good in you,” Natasha says as she fixes your panties and pulls you to stand up. Just like you ignored her protests, she ignores your begs. You feel a bit wobbly consider there’s weight inside you and you have to focus hard to keep it there.

You open your mouth to say something; however, Natasha is quick to put a hand over your mouth. “Let me finish or you won’t, Understand?”

You nod.

“This is going to be your punishment, bunny. I told you more than three times. You know the rules. You’re going to sit in my next class without saying a goddamn word. I don’t want to hear anything from you.”

“Forgive me if I seem distracted, class. I have to check my phone every once in a while. I’m waiting for a text.”

The class brushes her light apology, but you, you know what that meant. You sat in the first row with your legs separated. You knew if you moved to close them the vibrations would only get higher. Whenever you seem too distracted Natasha would boost up the setting earning your attention.

Your eyes met hers when her hands land on her phone. You could the way her thumb dancing on the screen and feel the pleasure surge in the pit of your stomach.

Your panties are soaked through and Natasha knows because she can see them. Whenever she wrote something on the board she would sneak a glance between your legs while her other students were busy scrambling to write their notes. Natasha also saw the small movement you had going on in your chair.

You were rocking your hips to the vibrations. Your eyelids were heavy and hands tugged on your skirt. Moans threat to slip when a particular rush hit you out of no where. That’s when you notice Natasha swiped the setting even higher… and left it there.

You pleaded her to stop with your eyes. Natasha isn’t blind. She knew you were about to come. She knew you haven’t had the proper training to hold it no matter how hard you tried, but she also knew how much you didn’t listen.

You needed this.

You needed to learn.

Your hands slap over your mouth to trap your moans. The vibrations were too much too fast. You jerk to sit straight and slumped in your chair when the toy pressed against your G-spot. You’re coming.

You shake when the unmistakable satisfaction you’ve finally got. Your muscles spasm around the small toy leaving you to fight to urge to scream. The vibrations are still strong and signal another orgasm.

“Fuck.”

“Excuse me, Y/LN. Is there something wrong?” Natasha is cocky and almost seems offended that you interrupted her class, but you knew better. She’s putting you on the spot. Right when you are about to come again.

“I’m sorry.”

She almost believed you. She knew what you were apologizing for. You were bad. You didn’t listen. You finally understood that this was your punishment.

There’s whispers behind you that made you want to cry. Whisper on how the ‘innocent teacher’s pet’ just interrupted Mrs. Romanoff’s class with a single word. A word she didn’t like - it was stated in the syllabus.

They were shocked it was you. Not even the worse in the class dared to speak out of line in her class. Not only that you didn’t have your book in front you. You were simply sitting there letting all the information slip from one ear and out the other.

“I didn’t mean to- I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff.” You’re praying. You’re praying to the gods, whoever they are, that no one can hear the shake in your voice or the sobs stuck in your throat.

Natasha says nothing, but she gives you a soft look. A look you know that she understood. She’s pushed you to your limit. She gives you an invisible nod before she calls everyone’s attention.

Her thumb puts an end to the quiet torture and you sigh in relief. You bury your heated face in your hands and let the tears fall. There’s nothing sad about your cry. Sure you were embarrassed and slightly humiliated, but you’re a big girl. You can handle that. It was the sudden stop in the vibrations brought you more pleasure then the actual orgasm.

You don’t even notice the way the room has emptied out. You flinch when you feel Natasha pet the top of your head.

“I’m sorry, Natasha,” You cried wrapping your arms around her waist the best you could sitting trapped in your desk and only half her body sitting on your desk.

“I know, bunny.” She soothes you softly. “We won’t do it again.”

“No! No, no I liked it,” you struggled to say clearly with you mouth pressed against her stomach. “I just want to be good for you. I don’t want to be bad. I’ll listen next time.”

Natasha chuckles before kissing your forehead. Her lips stay there longer than a typically kiss. You almost liked it too much. Maybe loved it.

You loved her touch.

You love her.

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R have a gun kink (a gun pressing on her throat) while Natasha is pounding inside her and the next day r can't walk🥺

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Warnings: strap on sex, degrading, heavy gun play, dark sex, smut (18+)

a/n: this is a bit on the darker side so read at your own risk. also i’ve never written anything like this before so be nice. as soon as you get uncomfy stop reading!!! this is just me dipping my toes into water. i’ll see if i like it or not.

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“Come on baby,” Natasha urges.

The cold gun is pressed against your cheek and your heart raced. The blood in your veins feel hotter, the ache between your legs only grew when the woman on top of you added her favorite gun into your sex life.

Truly, you didn’t think it would be something so arousing.

Natasha was just as shocked in how much she liked this new adventure. She didn’t remember how it was brought up, but she’s glad it was.

Yet, there was more to it. There was something about the way Natasha worked so well with the gun.

“Open up.”

The way she made sure it was unloaded and put on safety. The way she held it in her hand. The way she spoke to you when she pressed it against your throat. Or when she carefully shoved it in your mouth to shut you up.

“Wider.”

Your mouth stretches over the gun. The black gun is thick and makes your jaw strain. Your tongue met the metal as you sighed.

She loved the way your brain got cloudy and your moans were slurred. Your tear shot eyes were heaven to look at. The way your makeup ran down your cheeks made you even more beautiful.

The way you twitched around her fingers when you tried to calm down from your high. Always so responsive to her bruising touch. She loved it.

Your reaction to her touch is her drug.

“Come on, slut. Take it deeper.”

You’re not sure if she was referring to her fingers inside you or the gun pushed inside your mouth. Despite not knowing you spread your legs wider and welcome the gun intrusion.

Natasha’s fingers worked fast beneath your underwear as your got closer to your (fifth?) orgasm. Knuckle deep inside you, as she twisted and curled her fingers accordingly.

Natasha smirks at the way you give yourself up. Completely submit to her. Spreading your legs at the sight of her. Never forgetting to say thank you.

What a good slut you are.

You wanted to whine when she took the gun out of your mouth, but you know, whining will get you no where.

The spit stained gun was pressed harshly against your throat. Natasha’s fingers slipped out of you and continued to rub harsh circles just above your clit.

You were not sure if you should have thanked her or begged her. Her actions allowed your swollen button to rest, yet you wanted the pain that came along with the pleasure. The overstimulation that was borderline painful was something you wanted.

“You’re thinking too much, baby,” she spits out. The endearing name meant nothing to her and did little to comfort you.

“Am I not fuckin you right? Certainly, am not since you’re too busy in your fuckin head.”

Your pussy throbs at her mean words. There was something about it all that made you want. It hurts. But you like it.

“M sor-” you tried to apologize.

“Don’t fuckin talk.” She hissed loudly as she pressed the gun harder. The pressure was so harshly your airway was restricted.

“Sorry.” You mistakenly choke out with a rasp. Only then had you realized your stupid mistake.

Shit.

“What did I just say?” Natasha growls. She huffs under her breath ‘Dumb baby is shit for listening’ and then more, ‘Such a good pussy it’s a fuckin shame it can’t follow simple instructions’.

You feel her slide your soaked underwear past your ankles. There are rare times where Natasha took them off. You see, her favorite was to push them aside and get on with it.

So, you didn’t think much of it.

That is until the gun pressed against your throat is now tapping your chin. “Open.”

Before you could follow your orders Natasha forces your mouth open and shove your underwear inside your mouth.

Your tastebuds are rewarded with the taste of yourself. Distracted by your taste and hazy eyes, you are completely unaware of Natasha’s next steps. You only hear them.

Duct tape.

The heart caged between your ribs panics when you see Natasha rip a long strand of heavy duty tape with her teeth. Her experienced hands tape your gagged mouth shut.

“There. That’ll shut you up.” She says, almost proud.

You’re dripping between your thighs. The underwear that was now gone, had kept you from making a mess on sheets. Muscles clenched repeatedly around nothing.

“Dirty girl.”

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Mmmm,” You tried your best to beg ‘Yes please. I need you to fuck me. Please’, but nothing you cried were real words.

“‘M gonna fuck you til it fuckin hurts.”

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↳ It was harmless at first, as she chewed on her pen while her eyes drank up everything her professor had to offer. The tailored suits Professor Romanoff wore made Y/N squirm in her seat, but she was determined to pass the class. She asked questions and always made sure to involve herself into the class’ discussion. You were known as the teacher’s pet. But what happened when the star student failed her first test?

Lie to Me*

↳ She has spent countless nights under your bedsheets, always telling you about her day while you catch your breath. Instead of telling you about her day she tells you that she loves you.

Everything’s in Check* DARK!FIC

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Eyes for her

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Size Kink*

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Face Sitting*

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Her Touch & Some Magic

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a halloween something with bunny and professor nat?! i love halloween !!!!!

Pairing: Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Virgin!Reader

Warnings: pet play, thigh riding, smut (18+)

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It’s dark outside.

The October breeze feels nice against your body as you walk towards the college campus. The majority of the students and professors are gone, enjoying their halloween, but not Natasha. So it isn’t a a shock to see her in her office. She’s grading more papers and even getting ahead in some of next week’s work.

“Just close your eyes!” You giggle softly hiding behind the front door of her office. You want to peek your head inside but know your headpiece would give it away.

“Why can’t you come inside and show me your costume?”

“Could you just close your eyes, Natty?” You beg. “I want it to be a surprise!”

You hear some shuffling and her moving some papers around. You even hear her chair scoot back, then wait for confirmation.

“You sure they’re closed?”

“Can’t see a thing.” She calls out with her eyes closed and her hand covering them for good measure.

You step into her office nervously as you fit the creases in your white leotard and adjust your headpiece. Taking a breath breath you give Natasha the OK to open her eyes.

“Oh Bunny, you’re a bunny!”

You don’t think your smile could be any wider. You give her a twirl and she gasps at the rest of your costume. The fuzzy, round tail sits above your ass and the bunny ear sit tall on your head.

“How’s my tail? I tried my best to pin but-“

“You look great. Come here.” She pats her lap.

You find yourself sitting on her lap with your knees hurting from the awkward position they’re in. Yet you don’t think much of it, specially when you it earns Natasha’s thigh to slip between your thighs.

“Can you do something for me, bunny?”

Letting out a ‘mhmm’ between your kisses makes Natasha groan out. The painted bunny nose is already smeared due to the wet kisses. How that paint got messed up you had no clue.

“Want you to ride my thigh. Can you do that for me?”

Getting your comfortable on her thighs you nervously roll your hips forward. Natasha’s hands are on your hips guiding you. They both do a good job in helping you catch a rhythm.

“Hop like a bunny.”

Her words make you feel dirty and hot. Never did you think something like thing would get you going, but there something about. Maybes it’s the costumed, the tight you’re currently riding, or her lips pressed against your neck. You don’t know what it is, but it will be your weakness.

Her thigh against your barely clothed pussy is euphoric. The pressure in your lower tummy builds up fast. Your moans get whinier and your kisses become less reciprocated.

“I know you’re close, bunny. Come on, keep hopping.”

Warm tears blur your vision and make your upcoming orgasm much more arousing. Your fingers dig into her arms when she started to bounce her thigh. The new sensation is enough to push you over the edge with a loud cry.

“Such a good bunny,” and lots of other compliments are whispered into your ear as you come down from your high.

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we can have more sub!nat

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of any and all sub!nat or bottom!nat would be amazing😭 maybe w some aftercare or something?

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Can u do another sub nat

Pairing: Sub!Natasha Romanoff x Soft Dom!Reader

Warnings: implied edging, sex toys, oral, praising, fluff, (18+) NO minors.

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*natasha’s nickname is widow, but she isn’t an avenger. she’s just a woman a little women reference lol

There’s a thin layer of sweat coating Natasha’s body. It glows with the soft light coming from your lamp. Her wrists are tied to the top corners of the bed, along with her ankles on the bottom corners. She lays spread-eagle with her arms and legs outstretched.

She looks angelic and sweet.

A noticeable wet spot on the blankets where she lays makes your heart gleam with pride. Her chest rises aggressively with each inhale, as she tries to catch her breath.

“Ready?” You ask you for the hell of it. You don’t need her permission.

She’s yours. Well, her body is. She was the one who came up to you at the bar and proposed the sexual relationship. No strings attached. Nothing too romantic, unless you count the kisses you shared.

It works out great. She gets to orgasm and you get to release all your stress in a fantastic way. Win-win.

When she doesn’t answer you know you trained her well. “Good girl.”

Natasha flinches when she hears the vibrations, they sound stronger than before. She’s almost scared, but then reminds herself that she trusts you.

“Relax, Widow. We’re almost done,” you try your best to comfort her, and you know it works because her body loosens up and she sends you a broken smile.

“That’s my girl.”

You gently place the vibrator on her inner thigh, studying the way her body reacts after being robbed by a great high. When you itch the wand higher Natasha tenses up. When you do it again her thighs unconsciously struggle to shut. Something’s wrong.

“Widow,” you call out.

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I can never be mad, honey. Wanna stop?”

“I just- I want,” she tugs against her restraints, yet you refuse to untie her until she spits out what she has to say.

“Speak up.”

“I’m sensitive.” She whispers, almost too softly. “Can we try something else?”

“Okay, honey. We’ll try something else. Anything in mind?”

Natasha is grateful for your casual response, her last dominant was a bit scary. She never felt 100% safe and felt pressure to go through hard scenes. With you it was different. It is different.

“I want your mouth on me.”

You admire her confidence, but she is quick to question herself when you don’t reply right away. Silently, you undo the straps wrapped around her ankles and massage the sore skin.

“Did you hear me?” Natasha asks quietly.

“I heard you, be patient.” You dismiss her and Natasha is happy for the reaction. At least her pussy is.

“You are not allowed to move these hands from here, understand?” you ask — though it isn’t much of a question— kissing the inside of her wrists before looking down at the woman beneath you. Her wrists are trapped in your hold with your face in front of her. If you just lean a bit forward your lips would touc-

“Understand, Widow?”

“Yes.”

“Gimme a kiss.”

The kiss is soft and it makes Natasha feel warm inside. You pepper soft pecks on her neck before trailing down her body until you’re between her thighs.

She tastes sweet and she’s warm against your tongue. Her clit is puffy and sore due to the torture you did earlier so you make sure to focus elsewhere. Your expert tongue dip between her folds and Natasha struggles to follow your orders.

“Taste so good, Widow.”

Her face is flushed and her thighs shook when your tongue licked over her clit. She hissed out a moan, but judging by the way she clenched around nothing you know she liked it. So you did it again. Again. And again.

“Fuck. I’m coming!”

You don’t mind her coming without permission, but next time you wouldn’t be so easy on her. You lick up everything she has to offer and more. Her thighs twitch around your head and your hearing is impaired due to her thighs covering your ears. Finally you pull away, your chin is soaked with her slick while your marks paint her skin.

“You okay, honey?”

Natasha nods tiredly and groans when whisper for her to head to the bathroom. You knew it would take a while so you start filling the tub without her. When the tub is filled you urge her again and promise lots of kisses if she got up in three, two-

“I’m up.” She yawns as she waddles to the restroom. She dips her hand in the water and moans ‘you always know how I like it’.

Natasha is between your legs with her back towards you. The reach for her favorite shampoo is awkward, but soon enough your fingers are scrubbing her head. Carefully, you scrub her hair when she asks, “So where are my promised kisses?”

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Teacher’s Pet III

Pairing: Professor!Natasha Romanoff xVirgin!Reader

Summary: She lives in daydreams with you, little did you know those daydreams are coming true... in the car.

Warnings: car sex, use of bunny as nickname, smut (18+)

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“You’re cute.”

“Cute?” you ask while biting your lip. You’re fidgeting on the passenger seat as Natasha keeps her eyes on the road. The drive isn’t long, but with her in the driver’s seat and all the red lights, the drive seemed longer than ever.

“Yeah, cute.”

“Thank you, Professor.”

“You can call me Natasha,” she compels with a soft nod and strict tone.

“Okay, Natasha.” You test her name on your tongue. The new name you will call when your fingers are burying themselves deep inside you and you’re biting down on your pillow to keep your vocals at bay.

“Whenever we’re alone at least.”

Before you could fall inside the deep rabbit hole you feel her hand on your thigh. Suddenly you can’t breathe. Your mind is racing and your head fills with more inappropriate thoughts.

“Will we be alone together often?”

“Do you want to be?”

“Yes.” You’re not sure if your ‘yes’ is loud enough for her to hear, but you take the squeeze she gives your thigh as confirmation.

You barely notice when she pulls over on the side of the empty road. You didn’t realized how late it was until your phone lit up, 9:17PM.

“What’s going through your head, bunny?” She asks as she rubs soothing circles on your bare thigh. Not to mention the nickname she happily calls you.

“Am I dreaming?” You can’t recall when her left hand slips under your skirt with the way your body is heating up and it’s not because of the seat warmer.

“Do you typically dream of this?”

“Yes,” you nod shyly. Again your fingers fidget with each other, but stop when Natasha’s free hand holds yours. Her skin is baby soft and smooth, you yearn to feel it caress your skin.

“What do you dream about, pet?”

“You.” You take the second squeeze she gives to your thigh as a signal to continue. Her fingertips are just an inch away from the place you need her most. “I dream of you on top of me and telling me that I’m your good girl.”

“My good girl?”

The words alone make you melt and you subconsciously open your thighs, inviting her hand to slip underneath your white sheer underwear.

“Yes, please. I’ll be your good girl. ‘M always a good girl.”

“Okay, bunny. Then you’re mine.”

You almost don’t comprehend her words due to the way she rubs your clit over your thick underwear

“Has my good girl ever been with a woman before?” She asks.

Like a deer caught in headlights, your eyes widened. Was it better to lie and say you’ve been with women? Lie and say you’ve been with anyone other then your two -sometimes three- fingers?

“No,” you whimper.

“Poor boys have nothing on me,” she brags and you believe her. You believe her even though you have no men to compare her to.

“I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Oh bunny,” she whispers more to herself.

The nickname makes you throb and you grind yourself onto her waiting hand between your thighs. Her hand warms instantly from the heat your skin releases. You bite back a moan when her fingers rub your pussy over your underwear. You can’t help but let out a whimper when her fingers trail lower to your covered entrance.

“We are going to have a lot of fun. Aren’t we?” She asks with a sinister smile, as if she’s planning on ruining every inch of good and innocence inside you. This ‘fun’ will be more for her enjoyment than yours.

“Please. Touch me.”

“Take them off for me.”

You wiggle in your seat while unhooking the white material from your legs, and letting them bunch at your ankles. There’s a moment where you think you only imagine this, that this is just another daydream where she’s the first one that you see.

“Bunny? Did you hear me?”

“Sorry, Professor,” you apologize nervously, her hand is still between your thighs yet so far away from your throbbing ache.

She looks at you with a stern stare and you quickly realize your second mistake. Call her Natasha, especially when the both of you are alone. Right now? You’re definitely alone. Surrounded by emptiness, on a lonely street you’ve never come across.

“Natasha, sorry.”

“Don’t need to apologize, it’s your first time, we all have our little mistakes, right?” She asks, squeezing your face so your cheeks are full and your lips are puckered.

“Yes.” You nod as best you can in her firm grip.

The way you look up at her makes Natasha want to kiss your lips until they’re bruised. To a point where you could still feel her lips the next day. Natasha dreams of your lips around her soaked fingers, your mouth between her legs.

“Please Natasha,” you beg her.

Natasha simply ignores your cries and brings her thumb to your mouth. She presses her thumb to your lips, hoping you’d get the message. Fortunately, you do and suck her thumb into your warm mouth.

“Bunny?”

“Mmm?” You hum around her thumb before she removes it from your mouth. There’s a string of saliva that connects from her thumb to your tongue. You watch has her thumb finds itself between your legs.

You don’t know what game she’s playing but it’s driving you crazy.

“Have you ever touched yourself,” She pauses and for a moment your confused until her wet thumb comes in contact with your sensitive clit. “Here?”

You gasp from the pleasure, throw your head back and shut your eyes. Your mind focusses on her soaked thumb rubs light circles on your clit. The pleasure is so much you can barely process a single thought.

“Well?” She whispers into your neck. You can feel her lips brush against your skin and it feels like everything you dream about.

“I- I have.” You stutter as she presses a gentle kiss on your exposed collar bone.

“Naughty bunny.” She jokes as she continues to rub wet circles on your clit.

“Faster.”

Natasha holds back a scolding when she hears you demand something instead of asking nicely, but she too wanted to go faster. So she listens and rubs faster, adding a bit more pressure, but not too much where it hurts.

You nod with a quite ‘mhmm’. Natasha thinks you’re addicting. The way you don’t force your reaction. Your moans are real, the way you ride her hand is real, even the way your thighs shake from pleasure is real.

“Can I come?”

Natasha wants to kiss you right then and there when you ask, like a good girl. Training you would be much easier since you catch on quickly. She’s surprised with how fast you were to your end, but she took one look at the slick between your thighs and heard the low sounds of your wetness and doesn’t question it.

“Go ahead, bunny.” Before she can even finish saying your new nickname, you come. Your whole body overcomes with sparks of pleasure and your eyes roll back.

The small praises that leave Natasha’s lips are barely audible. There’s almost a ringing in your ears and your thighs are wet with your slick. Your body feels like it’s on cloud nine, buzzing with pleasure. Your mind is blurry and your thoughts are messy as you work on breathing.

By the time you catch your breath Natasha is stepping on the gas with a small smirk on her face. She drives toward your accommodations and you are still trying to comprehend what’s happening.

Whenever Natasha stops at a light she looks your way. She takes in the when your thighs are still slightly apart and your white underwear bunch up by your ankles. Your heart feels like it’s beating out of your chest.

Trying your best to avoid her stare due to your nerves coming back. Fortunately, you don’t have to deal with your nerves for long. Natasha is pulling over again, and it feels like déjà vu.

“Thank you,” you whisper shyly, not really sure if you’re thanking for her the orgasm or the ride.

Still you worry if ‘thank you’ is the correct thing to say when something as strange as this happens. Not having an clue what happens after someone makes you come, especially your own professor. You rush to tug your underwear back on and have the urge to kiss her goodbye, yet you ignore the urge and step out of the car.

“Anytime.”

“You mean that?” You question hopefully while holding the door open. The cold air meets the inside of your thighs and you force yourself to hide a shiver.

“Of course, bunny.”

“See you in class?”

Natasha nods and you take that as you signal to leave. You try not to trip or fall because you can feel eyes burning holes on your back. Unlocking the main door and turn back to wave at the woman waiting in the car.

Until next class.

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Eyes for Her

Pairing: Modern!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: gaslighting, slight mentions of cheating, angst NOT EDITED

Summary: Natasha’s deepest fears get the best of her.

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“I really don’t want to do this with you right now,” you sigh kicking off your wet boots and soaked coat. Shaking the rain droplets off your umbrella just outside your door before resting it on the floor.

“Why the hell not, huh? You don’t think we should talk about how fuckin messed up that was?” Natasha’s voice is urging you to fight back, begging for you to raise your voice the same level she raises hers.

“How was I supposed to control how she fuckin acts when she’s obviously drunk? In what world would I have control over her actions?”

You almost flinch at the sounds of her loud scoff. You watch as her arms raise and drop in disbelief. She rolls her eyes when you make no move to correct yourself.

Admit that you had let another woman rub herself against you and whisper drunken things in your ear with Natasha watching, even as a sick joke.

Admit that you laugh at her jokes and sometimes find yourself smiling whenever she was around.

Of course it had only been in a friendly way. You only and always have had eyes for Natalia Alianovna Romanova.

It’s quiet, for only a minute, it’s silent but the rain outside is loud. Sounds of heavy rain outside and careful cars driving through the wet streets.

Her hair is wet, straight hair has now turned into small, curly waves. Her nose is pink from the icy cold, you knew if you were to touch her hands her fingertips would feel like ice. She always ran cold, it’s what you love about her. Her coat is hanging off a dining chair. Her light grey turtleneck compliments her pale skin. She’s beautiful even when she’s angry.

“I can’t believe you.” She blinks away the tears before you had the chance to notice them. She’s letting her anger take over.

“What, Natalia? What can’t you believe?” You hiss, scolding her like a child that had left the gas on in the kitchen.

You don’t even notice the way you use her real name.

The girl in front of you does. She picks up on how mad you are, clueless, and blind.

“You literally can’t even see it!”

You scoff at her words, wishing she could just spit it out. “Just say it. I obviously don’t have a fuckin clue what we are talking about here!”

“She’s in love you with you!” She screams, there is a vein that appears on the side of her neck when she exclaims it. Once again her eyes are tearing up and she can barely see.

“Now you’re the one being unbelievable.”

“No I’m not.”

“Yes! You’re crazy for thinking that!”

“No I’m not! I’m not unbelievable and I’m not crazy,” she paused, she knew if she has another word without stopping her voice would crack. “You’re so fuckin blind, Y/N!”

Your stomach sinks when she uses your first name instead of baby. There’s no room for you to react that way. You had called her by her first name as well. Before you give it much thought you open your mouth to protest but Natasha is quick to speak again.

“Don’t come up with some bullshit saying she’s just your friend. You may be her friend and think of her as nothing but a friend, but remember. I was that friend.” Natasha points to herself, memories of the first few weeks the two of you had gotten to know each other came back to you.

“I was the friend that fell in love with you! I was the one that flirted with you and got drunk so you could take care of me. I did everything so I could have your attention. I was the friend in love with you!”

“Hey stranger, missed you last week.” Natasha’s face lit up when she saw you walk toward the small bar entrance. “What’s wrong?”

“Ahh I know. My girl had some thing with her parents.” You explain with a playful scared look while you slide into the booth she’s sitting at. Reaching over to give her a small hug, Natasha held on for a just a second too long but of course you brushed it off.

“Parents? You guys are that serious?” Her nerves get the best of her as Natasha bites the tip of her straw, drink half full.

Your eyes unlock with hers as you flag down a waitress. Without wasting any time you order yourself a vodka tonic.

“That bad?” Natasha jokes.

You laugh loudly at her joke before sighing deeply. “Um I- I don’t really know if it’s gonna work out between me and her.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Natasha is sincere with her apology, but there’s a small fraction of her that is hopeful.

“Are you?”

Natasha’s eyes widen in shock. Natasha stumbles to come up with words when you continue to look at her with raised eyebrows.

“Y-yes I’m sorry. She’s your girlfriend and if that’s not working out then I’m sorry. I want you happy because I’m your friend.”

Natasha hates every word that fell from her mouth. No she wasn’t entirely sorry to hear things were working out because she wanted you all for herself.

“It’s a bit funny cause she thinks you like me. Always going off about ‘Natasha likes you and fucking hates me cause I’m with you’.”

“I don’t hate her.” It’s true. Natasha doesn’t hate her, sure she’s jealous, but hate is such a strong word.

“But you like me?”

“Yes. Wait! No- I mean- fuck. I’m sorry.” Natasha shuts herself up by chugging the rest of her drink.

“But that’s not the problem... the problem is I like you back.”

“Remember?” Her voice cracks and it breaks your heart.

Your eyes meet hers and now is the time you take to look at your wife.

Anger has faded and merged into hurt. She took your silence as your confession, that you had fell out of love with her. That you were going to have the same conversation you had with your ex with her.

“Baby,” you call softly, reaching over to hug her, reaching to comfort her. Hold her in your arms and tell that you only love her and you’re sorry.

“No, don’t touch me.” She grits out with tears sliding down her cheek, flinching away from your touch as if you had burned her.

“Baby, let me explain.” You choke out, trying your best to ignore the pain in your heart when Natasha refused to let her guard down.

Poor choice of words.

“I’m leaving.”

“Don’t leave. It’s wet out. They said that the rain is coming back.” You beg softly. You don’t know why you’re not crying. You should be, but your eyes are dry.

“From the bottom of my heart, Y/N, fuck you.”

“Nat. Stop. Stop that. You don’t mean that. Just go to the room I’ll take the couch. Just don’t drive. It’s not safe.”

“No, seriously. I don’t know why I thought I was special. You’re never going to change. You will always go onto the next girl who falls for you. I am so stupid thinking you can truly love me, let alone one person.”

That’s not true, you love only one person. You only have eyes for your wife, Natalia Alianovna Romanova. Only problem is you don’t have a good way of proving it.

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sitting on nat’s face 🤤

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Can you do more bottom natasha

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need more sub!nat 😍😍

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we need more bottom!nat

warnings: bottom!natasha x top!reader, oral sex, a mocking, praising, smut (18+)

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“You want it so bad, huh, Natty?” you mock darkly. Your fingers are twirling red strands of your girlfriend’s hair as she pressed her pussy against your thigh.

“So bad.”

“You’re gonna let me sit on your face, baby?”

The heat that rolls down Natasha’s body is incredibly hot. It has her squirming on the soft mattress. She doesn’t know where or why you’ve been hiding this darker side of you, but she fuckin loves it.

“Yes please. Use me.”

“I’ll use you, Natty. Use that pretty mouth that loves to talk and talk. Shut you up real nice.” You reassure her.

Natasha is certain you could tell her anything and she’d believe you. Even complete and obvious lies. Natasha is 100% sure you could tell her she’s not even Russian, despite the hundreds of memories she has of her childhood in Russia. Natasha is also aware she could flip you over and have complete control over you in less than a second.

But where is the fun in an unfair fight?

Natasha’s pussy is soaked, dripping onto your thigh, and her nipples are sore from your rough mouth. Her private parts are pink and swollen, borderline painful, yet Natasha wants more. She wants you to use her body for your pleasure.

You smirk at Natasha’s whines, the ache between your thighs only grows with the way Natasha is reacting to your touch. Her lips reach to kiss any skin that is close to her, her hands grip onto your back, her back arches whenever you bring your mouth to her breasts. Every little reaction is beyond perfect.

“Gonna sit on that pretty face.”

Before Natasha could even respond you lower your hips onto her face. You moan rather loudly when Natasha’s mouth meets your pussy. The strange, yet intriguing angle made the pressure in your tummy increase.

“Fuck.”

The wet sounds of Natasha’s mouth against your sex and your curses fill the room. Natasha licks everything you have to offer as if she’s is starving. Like you’re the last meal she’ll ever have and she’s fuckin glade you’re her meal.

Your hips rut against her mouth as you get closer to your climax. Your moans get louder and small comments fall past your lips.

Licking me up so good, Natty.

Just like that. Keep going.

Fuckkk

You had no idea what do you with your hands. Hold on for dear life on the bed frame, grip the bedsheets, bury themselves into Natasha’s hair, squeeze your own breasts, the list goes on. You couldn’t decide until Natasha, with her mouth still working, reached for your hands and intertwined your hands together.

“I’m close, Natty.” you whimper out, your orgasm is so close your dominant demeanor slowly fades.

“Fuck!” you scream when Natasha hummed into your pussy. The weak but unmistakably good vibrations were enough to make you still above her mouth, of course this didn’t stop Natasha from continuing. She worked her tongue harder, sucking your clit into her mouth before dipping her tongue into your dripping hole and starting again.

“Fuckin hell.”

“We should do that more often.”

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EMILY PRENTISS X READER

Sweet Angel*♛

↳ You missed your favorite agent so you decided to surprise her.

Best I’ve Ever Had* [PART ONE]

↳ Morgan makes a comment about Emily’s sex life.

Third Party* [PART TWO]

↳ You offer Hotch to be the third party with you being the host.

Big Jet Plane*

↳ Emily Prentiss makes the jet ride home a little more pink then usual, but it’s okay since Spencer Reid is there to help.

Aftercare*

Brat*

Reward*

AARON HOTCHNER X READER

Best I’ve Ever Had*[PART ONE]

↳ Morgan makes a comment about Emily’s sex life.

Third Party*[PART TWO]

↳ You offer Hotch to be the third party with you being the host.

He’s New to the Game*

↳ Hotchner is a brat so Steve is more than happy to show what a good boy really looks like.

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Big Jet Plane* ♛

↳ Emily Prentiss makes the jet ride home a little more pink then usual, but it’s okay since Spencer Reid is there to help.

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Jealous*

JJ X READER

Praise*

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hi! i love your work it's so so good! could you do emily or jj x fem where reader has a praise kink? thanks! and u can pick whoever it doesn't matter lol. take your time :))

@ssamorg THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY INBOX FOR SO LONG. thank you for being patient. enjoy!

warnings: praise kink, thigh riding, smut (18+)

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JJ was surprised how long it took for her to notice you had a praise kink... considering she’s a profiler and all. At first she just thought you wanted to jump her bones cause you had a high libido, but it wasn’t until she had taken you to one of Rossi’s get togethers she realized.

The both of you were the first ones there, not including Rossi and Krystall. Once you had met them only 10% of your nerves were settled. Then you heard voices coming from inside the house, more people to meet.

You were by her side hand in hand, but your nerves were getting the best of you, your leg bounced under the table. JJ had to place her hand on your thigh to get you to stop. She sent you a comforting smile as you hid your face in her neck.

“Babe, they are going to love you,” she whispered “Besides what’s not to love?”

You try your best to hide the way her words affected you. You’ve always had a soft spot for her praise and you always tried to let her know how much you loved it without actually saying so.

“You’re the most perfect person in the world.”

Any other given situation, you would push her into the empty room and moan her name aloud, but now isn’t the time nor place. As her coworkers got closer the dirtier your thoughts became. All you wanted to hear was her whisper how good you are. Such a good girl.

“You must be Y/N.”

“And you’re Emily?” You ask hopefully, shaking the dark haired woman.

As the night goes on you shake new hands and have a genuine smile on your face. Try your best to eat normally, but it is a tad difficult with the filthy thoughts running through your head and JJ’s hand on your thigh. You squirm in your seat whenever she speak highly of you.

“She is the best. Her workplace would be a mess without her!”

“Honestly, the most important woman in my life.”

“She’s perfect.”

“So good to me.”

Is it hot in here? You brush off her praises and squeeze her hand. Are you trying to tell her to stop? Maybe continue? You don’t even know. What you do know is that you hot as hell and very wet between your thighs.

It was the little comments that just made you want to jump her bones. So when you get home that’s exactly what you do.

Your skirt is bunched up to your waist as soon as the front door closes. Panties pulled off by the time you reach the living room couch. Your lips are attached to hers and you’re desperately trying to undress your girlfriend.

“What’s gotten into you, sugar?” She says between kisses. Her hips on your waist holding your skirt as you get comfortable on top of her thigh.

“I’m so wet,” you groan as you push your pussy against her bare thigh.

You were wet, dripping between your thighs. Your clit is throbbing with need and Miss Jennifer Jareau is moving too slow.

“Fuck me please.”

“No, no, no. Sweet girl, tell me why you’re being like this,” she’s curious.

And you don’t blame her. Sure you’re horny sometimes. But this? You’re never like this.

“Be a good girl and tell me.”

Groan at her ironic choice of words. Riding her thigh even faster, harder. “Just want to be a good girl. Tell me I’m good.”

“Oh, sugar. That’s what this is.” She says more to herself then to you. “You want me to tell you how perfect you are?”

You nod violently. Almost crying out when she bumps her leg up and down. The movement causing a filthy sensation between your thighs.

“My sweet sweet girl. Come for me.”

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Teacher’s Pet II

Pairing: Professor!Natasha Romanoff x Virgin!Reader

Summary: Only the teacher’s favorite student gets second chances, whether is failed tests or accidental kisses.

Warning: mentions of sexual acts

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“Do you know why you’re here, Miss Y/LN?” The woman asks standing in front of her wooden desk.

Her red curls look so soft as they rest above her shoulders. Her buttoned blazer compliments her hourglass figue well, the striped button up she has underneath makes your fingers twitch. You want to smooth the wrinkles away and maybe undo the first two buttons. Take a peek at her undergarments... Do you think she wears lace?

“Miss Y/LN.”

“I’m sorry. I- I do. Or at least I think I do.” You say nervously.

“Why do you think you’re here?” She asks carefully.

“My test?”

“The test that you failed?”

“Failed?” you whisper in shock. Suddenly your stomach feels uneasy and your leg starts to bounce.

“Yes. Failed.” She confirms the second time as she has you your test package.

The letter F is written on the top left corner of the front page in red ink. The stack of paper feels heavy in you hands. You don’t even want to look at the red marks scattered through the pages.

“To be completely honest with you, I was devastated to give you this grade. You somehow got the questions right from the first couple chapters, but everything else. . .” She sighs before continuing. “You were unprepared, Y/N.”

The next thing you know you try your very best to hold in tears, how- why did you let yourself fail? What does she think of you? Are you a disappointment?

Does she hate you?

“I’m sorry, Professor. Believe me when I say this, I read the date wrong on the update. I thought the test was next Friday. I was studying hard each night. Please please please believe me!” You rant. At this point you will get on your knees to make her believe you.

“I believe you.” She said calmly, as she leans on her desk. You’re her best student. How could she not believe you? Obviously there was a mistake. Natasha worried something horrible had happened, something personal, but a silly mistake like the one you did eased her worries.

Thinking to yourself, ‘she doesn’t hate me!’ Oblivious, you don’t pick up on the look she gives you. Her green eyes drink in your figure, loving your skirts and collared shirts. A young and innocent look you seem to pull off easily. Sometimes she thinks you do it on purpose, dress to seduce her, make her lose focus.

She studies you every time she could. You never fail to break eye contact as soon as your eyes meet, never try to find a way to be alone with her (unlike other students who love to throw themselves at her). Natasha watches you when you work with your head down, scribbling colorful notes on your papers and chewing on your nails. She watches how you watch her, a dreamy look in your eyes with your bottom lip between your teeth.

She thinks on how cute you are.

The crush you have on your professor is sweet and innocent. Sure, there are some inappropriate thoughts, still it’s sweet. Yet, those thoughts aren’t as graphic as Natasha’s.

Natasha’s crush was not so innocent. She pictures you on your knees looking up at her with tears running down your face. You bending over to give her a glimpse of what’s under your little skirts. She dreams of your moans and face expressions you make when she rubs your clit. Wonders how many times she could make you come until you cry such pretty tears.

There’s times where Natasha wants to scream at herself for finding you so compelling. Why she has the urge to have you beneath her, but that all goes away when you raise you hand and ask a question in the middle of her lecture.

“I believe you, which is why I’ll allow you to retake the test on Wednesday. Set aside 120 minutes after class.”

“Oh thank you, Professor!” You chant your thanks while bouncing on your chair. There’s a big smile on your face and small giggles fall from your lips. Standing up, pulling your book bag over your shoulder before continuing, “That’s more than amazing!”

Before you could even stop yourself you press a quick soft kiss on her red lips. You pull away with a gasp and bring your hand to your lips. The same lips that feel like they are buzzing with electricity.

You can felt your heart flutter and your tummy fill with butterflies when you realize what you did. The kiss felt so natural, like you’ve done it a million times before.

“I-I’m so sorry- I don’t know what came over me.” Hanging your head down in shame and fear. In fear to meet her eyes.

You look up and are taken by surprise when you see a dark blush on her face. Her cheeks are bright red as she looks back at you but says nothing. You’re almost positive you imagined the pink blush on her cheek because it’s gone when you look back at her.

“Mrs. Ro-” You start to apologize again but are cut off.

“I think it’s best if you leave now, Y/N. I wouldn’t want you to catch traffic.”

You take this comment as a ‘Let’s pretend that didn’t just happen’. There’s a small part of you that fills with relief when she decides to ignore the kiss, there’s a bigger part of you that’s crushed.

“I walk home.” You should have slapped yourself for the stupid comment you made. Really? You just kissed the teacher and think correcting her is the perfect thing to do? Admit you walk to your dorm since of bus is a good idea?

“It’s much too late now, I’ll drive you to your accommodations.”

“Oh, it’s really no problem to walk, Mrs. Romanoff.” You say the words but you know the dangers. It’s dark out and you always took the alley, it’s a shortcut. A dangerous one, but your professor doesn’t need to know that.

“Miss,” she corrects you firmly.

“I apologize, I thought you were married.” You could have swore she had a ring one her left ring finger in the beginning of the semester. Plus she had never made any move to correct you once before.

“I am currently going through a divorce,” she pauses. “Don’t call me Mrs. Anything. Please.”

“Oh.”

Oh.

“Okay, Miss Romanoff.”

The silence makes your tummy ache and you have the sudden urge to blurt something out so she can stop looking at you. You can feel her eyes on you, feel her stare on your fiddling fingers, and feel the way her eyes drink in your body.

“Parking lot is that way. Follow me.”

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Therapy & Future Coffee

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Warnings: mentions of loved ones passing, grief, fluff. it’s short by sweet. could be read by anyone!

Summary: Wanda tries group therapy and got a free coffee date.

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for a fluffy idea, hand holding with Wanda for the first time 🥺 like it’s sorta awkward but then it’s noice and yeah idndkwk x

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“I can share.”

You attention is pulled from your rather boring fingernails as you look up to see who spoke. The woman next to you. There is a familiarity to her. You don’t know if it’s her hair, maybe her voice. You can’t quite put your finger on it, but a small part of you secretly wishes she was a lover of yours from the past.

“Hi, my name is Wanda. I’m new here.” She introduces herself nervously. The hands on her lap are fidgeting and her right legs is bouncing up and down.

“Hi Wanda,” echos throughout the small gray room.

“I- uh- I am trying to deal with some grief.”

You, along with the others listening attentively, nod at her words. Absorbing the information and taking in her obvious pain.

“I’ve lost a lot of close people to me and I have never taken the time to comprehend what happened.” There’s a light accent you don’t seem to recognize, nonetheless, you sympathize with her pain.

“I just,” Wand is cut off by her own tears. The teary visual of a woman you barely know makes your heart ache. “I want to acknowledge this trauma instead of distracting myself.”

You watch as she struggles to fight off her tears. Heavy tears falls down her cheeks as she stares at the floor. You don’t know why but you feel the urge to comfort her. Leaning in your chair you grab her fidgeting hands with a soft touch.

She’s startled by your touch and looks at you with a wide expression. Wanda quickly relaxed into your touch and sent you a small smile.

“I just want to be able to talk, have someone listen,” she nods, wiping her tears with her unoccupied hand. “Thank you.”

Your hand in hers feels a bit misplaced. Her hands are cold and she’s scared you might notice and pull away. Of course, you notice, but don’t pull away. Squeezing her hand as a ‘thank you for sharing’.

Wanda doesn’t seem to mind the way your hand is holding hers weirdly. It’s an awkward fit for the both of you, but it’s somewhat perfect. Your fingers are intertwined incorrectly, yet neither of you make a move to fix them.

“Would anyone else like to share?”

Each one of you are sitting in foldable chairs, a couple few apart, forming a circle. There is a neutral silence that follows the question. You sit quietly in your uncomfortable chair, you along with seven others. You want to share, but you don’t think you’re ready.

“Okay this was a good session. Thank you for everyone who shared and those who listen. See you all next Thursday.”

As you sit up your hands disconnect and you frown. Couldn’t there be a way for you to always hold her hand?

“Wanda.”

“Yes?”

“I’m Y/N.”

Reaching out your hand out to her, eagerly she takes you hand. This time more properly and you have the chance to appreciate her touch. Her weak smile made your heart skip and you knew you had to see her again, not just in therapy.

“I was just wondering-” You cut yourself off.

Is this even appropriate?

Maybe not.

You don’t know.

“Forgive me if this crossing some line. You don’t have to say yes, but if you ever need someone to talk to. Need someone to just listen. Would you like to get a cup of coffee?” You ask.

You spit the words out before you have the chance to back out. You knew if you didn’t ask now you never would. An opportunity with Wanda is not one you’d let slip away.

“I’d love that. If you don’t mind we could go right now?” She asks shyly.

The smile that takes over your face is incredible. It’s genuine and real which brings Wanda comfort. When you push the doors open you’re met with pouring rain. One you weren’t prepared for since you hate the weather app…. it’s always wrong!

Sudden you feel worried. The rain is a sign that this wasn’t a good idea. Goosebumps rise on your arms as the cold creeps in your long sleeves. A chill runs down your back and it’s like Wanda knew your thoughts.

“I love the rain.” She assures you softly.

“Really?”

“Yeah,” she says with a warm smile. A smile that’s warmer than a heated blanket. A smile that brings more warmth than your thick sweater. “Still up for that coffee and my sob story?”

“I know a good place that down the block.”

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