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Recreating Dirty Dreams

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

An extract from my fic 'Red Burning Satin' (Chapter 15).

Warnings: 18+ content, masturbating, finger sucking, breast fondling, breast sucking, oral sex, fingering, orgasm denial, degrading, profanity, Mommy kink.

Summary: After finally confessing your feelings to each other, you and Natasha decide to take things to the next level. She reminds you of the dream you had a few weeks ago and offers to recreate it with you.

Pairings: Top!dom Natasha Romanoff x bottom!sub Reader.

“Y/n?” She moved away from your neck and placed her hands either side of your head. You loosened your grip and let your hands slide under her shirt, resting them on her stomach. “You know that dream you had a few weeks ago?” Your heart jumped. She didn’t mean? “The one about me.” Oh shit. She’d heard.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean too…” you started.

“Shh,” she said, tracing her finger down your cheek and brushing them over your lips, her eyes sparkling. “It’s okay baby. I was just wondering if you wanted to recreate it.” You had to squeeze your thighs together to try and settle the heat between them. You didn’t even need to think about your answer, nodding without hesitation. She climbed off of you and you sat up, her finger lifting your chin. “I thought you had manners Y/n.”

“Please,” you said.

“Better.” She took a hold of your wrists and pulled you up off the bed. “Talk me through it angel. Show me what we did in your dream.” Your heart thumped against your chest, the new nickname sending a new wave of arousal over You. you cleared your throat, glancing at the wall.

“You pushed you against the wall…” Before you could even finish your sentence, her hands were on your hips and she was pushing you back until your back collided with the wall, the sharp pain strangely pleasurable. “Like that.”

“What then?” she said.

“You started kissing me,” you said. Her lips landed on yours and you deepened the kiss, her movements much rougher than they had been before. You let your lips meet her aggression, your tongues clashing together as sweat started to drizzle down your forehead. She pulled away, resting her forehead against yours.

“What made you say your name like that?” Your pulse seemed to stop.

“You… you hooked your fingers under the waistband of my jeans,” you stuttered, your nails digging into her shoulders as her hands slid down your body, taking special care to pause over your hardening nipples.

“Like this?” she said, her fingers hooking under the waistband of your jeans. You could hardly answer, your head spinning with anticipation but you managed to nod. “Continue.”

“Then you woke me up,” you said. You couldn’t help but whine when she stepped back and let her hands fall away from your body.

“What’s wrong?” Nat said, tilting her head, “We enacted your dream, did we not? Surely that’s all you wanted?” She knew exactly what the answer was. And she knew what she was doing. You debated over what your next move should be; should you beg her? Should you tease her? We had never taken it this far; you weren't sure what would make her uncomfortable. She laughed at the expression on your face. She always knew what was going on inside your head. “Fine, I’ll make you a deal. When I come back from shopping, I’ll let me repay the favour. I’ll do whatever I want to you, would you like that?”

“Yes,” you said. You had no idea what she wanted to do to you but you had a feeling it was something you would enjoy very much. She kissed your cheek.

“Okay,” she said, “I won’t be long.” You stopped her from leaving.

“Do you need help?” you asked. She shook her head, reaching for your hand to squeeze it.

“No, I’ll be fine. I only need stuff for dinner tonight,” she said. As soon as the front door closed, you groaned, left in complete agony. You’d obviously been aroused before but no one had left you so on edge and throbbing for more.

You fell back on the bed, rubbing your thighs together to try and create some friction. you only had to wait half an hour to relieve yourself of all your built-up frustration. Surely you could wait till then? But, you could help yourself out a bit before that.

You got rid of your jeans and threw them on the floor somewhere, your hands diving into your pants to be met with the arousal gushing out your core. You had masturbated before but the pleasure had never been this intense, the mere thought of your hands being Natasha’s soaking your fingers in seconds. It took only minutes until you were close, your moans echoing through the room and her name falling from your lips repeatedly as your high approached...

"You couldn't even wait ten minutes?"

"Shit," you said, pulling the duvet over your body and becoming flustered as your eyes fell on Nat standing in the doorway. Her knuckles were white from gripping the frame, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, her face a bright red. She dropped the bag to the floor, closed the door and strode over to you, positioning herself between your legs.

"Why are you hiding that pretty body from me, hmm?" Your heart thumped against your chest as you tugged the duvet off your body, clenching your thighs to try and hide the arousal dripping from your centre. Her eyes raked your body, pupils churning with lust, taking her sweet time admiring every inch of you. You trembled a little, your vulnerable state and insecurities exposed to Nat completely. But you reminded yourself that you were safe. She'd always respect your boundaries and you knew she'd never judge you, no matter how your body looked. You trusted her.

She took a hold of your wrist and held it up to the amber glow of the lamp, eyeing the slick coating your fingers. Nat took your fingers into your mouth and sucked, groaning as your taste stung at her tongue. "You taste so good, baby."

You calmed your breathing down a little before sitting up, placing your hand on her chest to stop her next move. As much as you wanted this to continue at this moment, you needed to make sure your comfort and boundaries were made a priority first.

"Nat, before this gets more serious," you said, "Can we establish a safe word?"

"Of course baby. What do you want it to be?" She said, her voice softening and her fingers intertwining with yours.

"Let's do something simple," you said, "Is orange okay with you?"

"Good idea," she said, kissing your forehead before leaning you back, "Do I have your full consent?" You let her hands slip away from yours as she took a step back to take her jacket off.

"Yes. Do I have yours?"

"Yes," she said, using her knee to push your legs apart and reveal your glistening thighs. She tutted. "All for me and I haven’t even started." You bit your lip. If only she knew how wet she had made you before you had even touched yourself. You couldn't help but groan as she pressed a finger to your clothed cunt, your clit throbbing against her finger, your panties already ruined. "Such a dirty whore." She straddled your lap before lowering herself onto your neck, her lips lingering just below your ear. "I think this kind of behaviour deserves a punishment."

"You sound like you're your Mom or something," you said jokingly, not expecting Nat to moan at the nickname. Did that just turn her on?

"Call me that again." Your silence was met with her teeth sinking into your neck and you whimpered. "I told you to call me that again." You closed your eyes as her lips worked down your neck, sucking at your skin harshly and undoubtedly leaving marks where everyone would see them.

"Yes Mommy."

"Good girl," she said. The heat between you built and you tightened your grip on her hair, pushing her down to where you wanted her to be.

"Please..." You felt heat rush to your cheeks, humiliated by the desperation in your voice but you wanted her too much to regret the tone.

"Patience," she murmured, moving from your neck and nibbling on your earlobe, your body trembling as you felt her finger run down your chest and brush over your nipple. A groan escaped your lips, her finger tracing around it, the material between her touch and your skin irritating. you held your breath when Nat pinched it slightly and it started to stiffen immediately. She reached under your shirt and you helped her pull it over your head before she unclasped your bra, throwing it away from the bed.

You rolled your eyes as her fingers moved to squeeze your left nipple, her head lowering onto your tit as her tongue started circling the other. you felt Nat smirk against you as your moans intensified, your arousal spilling out onto the bed beneath you.

Her lips moved further down to your stomach as her fingers continued their assault, leaving a trail of marks on your body before her mouth was on your thigh. you could hardly think straight, the muscles in your legs tightening as she kissed her way towards your core. Nat blew on your cunt and you laced your fingers into her hair, dragging your fingers down her scalp, the warmth against your clit making you impossibly wetter. you had no idea how she had this effect on you. How she was doing this.

"Not yet baby," she said, "desperate little sluts like you need to learn a lesson."

"What lesson?" you whined as Nat's lips met the skin of your other thigh, skipping over the place you wanted her to be. This was going to drive you insane. She pulled away, moving up the bed to press a kiss to your lips, her hair falling onto your face.

"To wait. And to stop being such a whore," Nat said, running her finger through your folds without any warning and earning a loud gasp from your lips, "You're dripping." Now that you knew what she felt like you were even more turned on and you bucked your hips into her finger, your clit desperate for contact. She tutted, pressing her other hand on your stomach, stopping your movements. "Hold it." you bit down on your lip, trying to calm yourself. But it was near impossible when you gazed up at her, her hair a mess, drops of perspiration glistening from her skin, your body nearly completely naked beneath her.

She lowered her head back to your cunt, pausing for a few seconds. Your thighs twitched at the thought of her being so close to you, less than an inch away from your panties. Nat pressed her tongue against you, the material between her and your core stained with lust. you hooked your finger under your underwear and tried to pull it off but her hand stopped you. This was unbearable. Nat had the power to give you exactly what you wanted and she was fully aware of this knowledge, using it to her advantage. Using it to torture you. She dug her nails into your wrists.

"Mommy please, I need you," you panted, yelping in pain as she sunk her nails deeper.

"If you don't keep your hands on my shoulders, I'll edge you all night and I won't let you cum." You gulped and she let go of your wrists, sliding her hands onto your thighs. You wanted to strip yourself and pull her head towards your pussy desperately but the thought of not having an orgasm tonight made you move your hands onto her shoulders in an instant.

Nat shook her head. "I knew you'd do that. You're so predictable." you let your head sink into the pillow beneath you, closing your eyes so you could concentrate on your nerves, now even more sensitive to her touch. you bit down on your lip as you felt your panties being slid off your legs, Nat taking her sweet time discarding you of them completely. You moaned as her finger ran between your folds, skipping over your clit before teasing the area around it. Your clit ached to be touched, to be pleasured, to be relieved of the ache making your thoughts a blur. She finally brushed her finger over your clit for a brief second and you groaned the loudest you had yet.

"More Mommy. Please." You huffed in frustration as she pulled away her finger before you were gasping again, her tongue beginning to swirl your clit. Nat took it between her teeth and gave it a harsh suck, your grip tightening on her shoulders as your head spun. She flicked her tongue against your clit repeatedly and your hips began to move, bliss rushing through your veins as you found the right rhythm.

Her finger collected your arousal before slipping inside of you, earning her your loudest gasp. As Nat's thrusts became faster, you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. She pulled her tongue away from your clit for a moment so she could look at you, your back arched and strands of your hair stuck to your forehead. "You look so beautiful while I fuck you," Nat said, her words pushing you further towards your high, your mouth open.

"I'm so close," you said, struggling to form a coherent sentence. Nat tilted her head to one side, sneering.

"You're close? Y/n, I only have one finger inside of you and you already want to cum?" She smirked, slipping another finger inside of you and curling against your sweet spot. you cried out her name, her fingers continuing to thrust inside of you, waves of ecstasy rushing over your body.

Nat began avoiding your sweet spot on purpose, her eyes locked to your face as you became a mess beneath her, desperate for her to touch you where your body throbbed for friction. She lowered her lips to your nipple, taking it into her mouth and your hands slipped off her shoulders, scratching down her back, leaving behind red streaks on her skin.

After a few more thrusts, Nat started curling her fingers against your g-spot again, hitting it each time she thrust inside of you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you were overcome with dizziness, every ounce of your strength trying to hold back your orgasm, your legs shaking more and more after each curl of Nat's fingers.

"I need..."

"Not yet." you whined, clenching around her fingers, your pants echoing through the room.

"Mommy I can't- hold it-"

"Yes you can," she murmured against your nipple. you shook your head, pulling on the strands of her hair falling onto her back. "Just a bit longer angel..." When she pleasured your sweet spot yet again you felt the knot in your stomach tighten to the point where you couldn't handle it for any longer, pressing your thighs together in a desperate attempt to stop your orgasm but her knee moved to part your legs again.

"Fuck..."

"Look at me. I want to watch you cum." Your eyes collided with hers as you finally released the knot twisting in your stomach, screaming her name between grunts of pleasure as you came down from your high. She continued to move inside you to prolong the orgasm for as long as possible, stars streaking across your vision before you came crashing back down to reality.

you gasped for breath as she pulled out of you and slipped her arms around your neck, pulling you into a kiss. She cupped your face in her hands and deepened the kiss, the fire in between your legs dying down as your kisses became gentle and light.

"You did so well," Nat whispered, her lips hovering over yours, "such a good girl."

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha x y/n #black widow #natasha romanov #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #mcu #mcu x you #mcu x reader

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wandaromanoffroses · 22 days

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I found and read this on AO3 and it is the best piece of literature I have ever had the blessing of coming across.

A Day Will Come When You Won’t Be VI - 1

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader

Word Count: ~15500

Warnings: Everything

(A/N): Did this take me half a year? Maybe. Have I rewritten this thing thrice? Yes. Is the present-time Natasha chapter so long that I have to divide it into two parts like the worst of Hollywood’s movies? Most definitely. It won’t get happier than this, and I won’t either.

Summary: “I’m used to being lonely, but forever to be a stranger is a strange grief.” - Ursula K. Le Guin

Prologue , Part I , Part II , Part III , Part IV , Part V

|| I don’t wanna let it go, so in my grave I’ll rot / I’ve dug two graves for us, my dear ||

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wandaromanoffroses · 27 days

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I discovered this show through Sophia Di Martino (who plays Sylvie in the MCU) and it became one of my favourite shows <3

I just finished Flowers yesterday, fucking hell, that is a great series. It's heavy, funny and just soo creative. And the acting is amazing by everyone!

I just love all the characters (not donald, that guy is a bit of an idiot), and the story is just so dark, but so very very interesting

I don't know which series I liked better, they are both so good haha

So yeah, solid series and I really recommend everyone to watch it, but I will also say that is a dark one, mainly dealing with depression and suicide, so be aware of that

Also, don't mind me when I am going to reblog a whole bunch of stuff about this show now haha

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wandaromanoffroses · 27 days

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I am the biggest Lokius stan and I cannot express to you how much I hate Sylki. But Sylvie is genuinely one of my favourite MCU characters and it pains me that she gets so much hate.

i hate the fact that sylvie is so underappreciated and underhyped.

she is everything a fandom loves, minus the fact that she isn't a cis man.

she is canonically queer.

has traveled all around the multiverse.

her glorious purpose is defeating the fascist organization.

she is radical. she believes that a rotten system needs to be burned down, not rebranded.

she has complex, intriguing dynamic with other characters. hwr? her archnemesis who wanted her to continue his legacy. loki? her variant who is obsessed with her. the tva? has been stalking her since she was 11.

everything about her is punk. her personality, her appearance, everything.

she isn't "softened" or "feminized" in order to appeal to the male audiences, or any audiences for that matter. she is unapologetically feral and bratty.

she has trauma, issues and flaws that are explainable by her backstory - her childishness, for example, can be explained by the fact that she never got to properly grow up through socialization.

she inspired loki, the biggest mcu antihero, to change for the better.

like, people here will say that they want three-dimensional, angry female characters but when they actually get her, they complain about her being too rude instead of platonically sucking their fave male character's dick.

#sylvie laufeydottir #sylvie #loki #loki series #loki season 2

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wandaromanoffroses · 2 months

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What about Agatha Harkness? 🥹 I have a request 👉👈

Sorry, I don't write for Agatha Harkness

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wandaromanoffroses · 3 months

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"Isn't she gorgeous?"

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested

Warnings: 18+ content, breast sucking, fingering (R receiving), orgasm denial, strap-on use (R receiving), cock-sucking, vaginal sex, degrading, praising, profanity

Summary: Your husband, Steve Rogers, has been romantically and sexually starving you ever since he became an Avenger. After borrowing money from notorious crime leader, Natasha Romanoff, she breaks into your house to get what she's owed. However, when she finds you, his gorgeous wife innocently asleep next to him, you catch her interest and her plans change instantly.

Pairings: top dom!Natasha Romanoff x bottom sub!reader, Steve Rogers x Reader (nothing romantic or sexual happens)

Trigger Warnings: blood, gun wound, reference to implied SA (blink and you'll miss it).

“Y/n?” you nearly sent the plate in your hand flying to the floor, dropping it into the washing bowl before spinning around to see your husband in the doorway. You shook your head, sure that your eyes were deceiving you. He was never here even when he promised, never mind three weeks early.

“Steve,” you said, drying your hands and rushing over to him but before you could pull him into a hug, he caught a hold of your shoulders to stop you. His touch sent a stab of pain into your chest and you were snapped back to reality, falling away from the lingers of a past moment you had momentarily forgotten wasn’t your present. You straightened your figure and took a step back, looking up at the man that had once been the light of your life, a guide in the darkness, someone special to share all the good with but now, he could’ve been a stranger.

You had been married for three years, together for five and the first few years would be the most treasured moments of your life. But ever since he had become an Avenger, it had consumed his sole purpose.

Steve was always out fighting, carving his mark, making the world proud of his heroism while you stayed at home doing chores and completing mindless activities to pass the time. There was once a time where you could’ve sworn you saw Universes in his eyes. Now, his skin had been drained of colour and his eyes were rimmed with red as if he were a ghost that was forever cursed to haunt his loved ones. “What are you doing here?” you quizzed.

“I’m sorry," he said, bowing his head, “I’ve got into a bit of trouble, I wanted to make sure you were safe.” You frowned.

“What trouble?” you questioned, “is there a villain after you? Can’t the Avengers help you?” You didn’t even bother hiding the bitterness in my voice. They were clearly everything he ever needed, what use were you to him? He sighed.

“Not exactly,” he said, “we should probably sit down.” You followed him into the dining room with caution in your steps, not taking your eyes off him. The walls were a fading, off-white, elaborate flowers twisted between leaves and detailed patterns, wooden panelling running along across the bottom. The light fixture in the centre was brass with three upturned light bulbs, the dining tables and chairs a polished rosewood. Steve had wanted the room like this because it reminded him of his Grandmother. It was awkward to clean and there was always a build of dust in here. You took a seat opposite him.

“What’s going on?” you said. He scratched the back of his neck.

“I know what you’re going to think but… alright I’ll just tell you. I took out a loan from someone a bit dodgy and I haven’t quite paid them back.” You raised an eyebrow.

“What’s ‘haven’t quite’ supposed to mean?” you said, raising your voice.

“I haven’t paid them back, okay?” he exclaimed, “look, all I wanted to do was buy you a new house, I wanted to make you happy since you hate this one so much. I don’t see anything wrong with wanting to spoil my girl.” Generosity – the easiest attainable remedy for guilt.

“Well, I see something wrong with borrowing money you can’t pay back, especially from somebody that can put you and other people in danger,” you said, pushing yourself onto your feet, “what were you thinking Steve?” He slammed his fists onto the table and you jumped, your heart thumping against your ribcage.

“Listen, I thought I would have the money by now. It’s not my fault I can’t see into the future, you know I wouldn’t have even thought about it if I knew.” You closed your eyes, exhaling a long breath, trying to keep your composure. There were a hundred things you wanted to say to him right now but it wasn’t worth it. You either lived in peace or chaos; either way, nothing changed.

“I thought I knew a lot of things about you but they turned out to all be wrong,” you said, “so I don’t know anymore. Nothing you do surprises me.” You stormed back into the kitchen, not wanting him to waste anymore of your time. You had dishes to do and by now, the water would’ve gone cold.

“Y/n, come on. You haven’t seen me in three months and this is how you’re going to treat me?”

“I have dishes to do,” you said, picking up the plate you had dropped before, polishing it until it shone in the dim light peeking through the curtains, “someone has to keep the house clean.” And clearly, it wasn’t going to him. You felt a firm hand on my shoulder and all the muscles in your body tensed.

“I know you’re mad at me.” You scoffed. Mad wasn’t the right word – it was an array of messy emotions tangled together that had been fraying for years. There was more than just anger here, that was just an old friend that had withered and grown back into something much more cruel now. “Just please… let me make it up to you. I could die on a mission one day you know, you never know when one of these moments could be our last.” He had tried guilt tripping you before – it was a simple yet effective way of shifting blame onto the other person to ease your conscience. These games were getting so predictable.

“And I’d be the last one to know,” you said, “maybe if I was lucky, I’d see it on the news.” You placed the last plate on the drying rack, emptying the washing-up bowl before walking away to leave him standing in the kitchen, alone.

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You had avoided Steve as if he were the plague for the rest of the evening, only tolerating him in the same room as you when you went to give him his dinner. If you were nothing but his little housewife, you may as well play the part and poke it in his face. While you were getting ready for bed, you had paused by his chest of drawers, remembering the divorce papers you had hidden beneath the shirts he had outgrown or didn’t like anymore. Most of them had been bought by you and you could recall a memory with your husband in every single one. Maybe another day.

You couldn’t sleep but you kept your eyes tight shut when you heard him enter and move around the bedroom. Why didn’t you just sleep in the living room?, you thought as he slipped under the covers beside you. You figured he’d probably leave before you were awake so in his mind, you wouldn't even know. Dickhead. You didn’t know how much time had passed but you must’ve fallen asleep because the next thing you see is blinding white.

“Steve, turn the lights off…” You let out a scream when a gunshot sounded through the room, colliding with your husband’s cry of pain. Your eyes flew open and immediately fell on the figure standing at the end of your bed, her ravishing, blood-soaked hair curled onto her shoulder, her eyes glittering with shattered pieces of jade. Your heart seemed to freeze in your chest. Natasha Romanoff – the most notorious leader of crime in the world. And she was here, in your bedroom.

You turned to Steve and let out a strangled sob, the sight of scarlet soaking into the bed sheets making you dizzy. You heard the click of heels behind you and Natasha took a fistful of your nightgown before you could even process what was happening, pulling you away from him as if you were a mere feather. You screamed again and if it wasn’t for her strong grip on you, you would’ve collapsed to the ground.

She waited until you were steady enough to stand on your own two feet, gripping your hips and pulling you flush against her body. She was wearing a dress that emphasised all her curves and showcased most of her skin, your body flooding with dread. This woman was able to shoot Captain America without any protective clothing like it was nothing. There was no way out of this situation. We were doomed. I felt something hard in her crotch area, confused as to why she was carrying such a bulky item in her pockets.

“Leave her alone,” Steve whispered, his voice faint and overshadowed by anguish.

“Get on the floor and don’t say another word unless I ask you a question or she’ll have to watch you die,” she snapped, “neither of us want that to happen, do we?” With resentment, he hobbled away from the bed, stumbling over to the wall and sliding himself down it, his hand clutched to the gun wound in his stomach. “Good.” She ran a finger down your cheek before beginning to trace your features, her head tilted to the side. “You didn’t tell anyone you had a wife, Rogers. Isn’t she gorgeous?” You shivered in her hold, her voice low and seductive. “What’s your name, pretty?”

“Y-Y/n,” you trembled, wishing you could strangle the butterflies in your stomach that her touch had provoked. This was insanity – she had just shot your husband and she was threatening to murder him yet she was making you nervous, in a romantic way. God, if only Natasha wasn’t so beautiful, this would be a whole lot easier.

“Y/n Rogers?” she said, giving you a fake pout, “that doesn’t sound very nice, does it? Y/n Romanoff has a much nicer ring to it.” A crease formed between your eyebrows. What the hell was she implying? “Rogers, I’m willing to strike up a deal with you. But first, I’m going to fuck your wife until the only name she’ll remember is mine.” His eyes widened in horror and you let out a cry.

“Natasha, that’s assault. You can’t,” Steve said. She smirked.

“Oh there won’t be any need for that,” she said, “it won’t take much for her to beg me for more.” She pushed you down onto the bed and straddled your lap, a pool of wetness already forming between your legs. This was so fucked up. “Give me consent and I’ll make you feel so good baby, better than you’ve ever felt. All you have to do is say the word.”

You considered all your options but it didn’t take you long to decide since you only had two. You either let Natasha fuck you or you watched Steve die. You could treat it like a one night stand, you thought. You had never experienced one yourself but you’d read it in books so surely you would be able to do it.

Though you knew deep down, part of you wanted this. You were desperately touch starved and the thought of Natasha fucking you made you groan, heat rushing to your cheeks as the sound escape your mouth. You nodded and she gripped your jaw.

“Words bitch.”

“Yes,” you said, looking away from her in shame but she forced you to look back at her.

“Good girl,” Natasha said, lowering herself onto you and colliding her lips with yours, setting all your nerves alight. Her lips felt like velvet against your own, melting against you and setting a slow pace, letting you get used to the sensation. You couldn’t remember the last time Steve had kissed you, never mind like this.

When your hand moved to her chest, she knew she’d won and she began kissing you with more passion, her teeth sinking into your bottom lip. You gasped and she took the opportunity to slip her tongue between the gap in your teeth. You didn’t even bother fighting against her, wanting Natasha to take full control and use you however she pleased.

She separated your lips and began kissing your neck, her teeth ruthless against your skin as she began to mark you, leaving a trail of garnet blotches that would be seen by everyone. “Tell him how much you like this.” As much as you wished it wasn’t true, you were very much enjoying this. It was a terrible thing to admit to your husband but you had to remind yourself that his life was at stake here.

“I love it, I love being marked by you,” you said, “please don’t stop.” She pulled away when she reached your chest, reaching down and taking hold of your nightgown.

“Can I take this off angel?”

“Please,” you said, ignoring that Steve was in the same room as you. You wanted this, you needed this, you hadn’t had sex in so long. Too long. She lifted herself off your waist for a few moments so she could discard you of your nightgown before continuing her path down your chest, stopping right before she reached your breasts.

“So beautiful,” Natasha said before taking one of your nipples between her fingers and rolling it, earning her your loudest groan yet. She began to fondle the other roughly and the pain was soon replaced with pleasure that went straight in between your legs. You were a moaning mess beneath her, your forehead glistening with sweat and your breaths loud and sharp. “Listen to that, Rogers. Does she make these sweet, sweet noises for you? Do you Y/n? Tell me.”

“No,” I said, “only for you.” She tutted.

“Oh sweetheart, he doesn’t deserve you,” she said, “it’s okay, I’m going to take care of you now.” She ran her hands down your stomach and attached her mouth to your hardened nipple, your mind unable to decide what to concentrate on. She slipped her fingers beneath your panties and began snapping it against your skin, causing you to start bucking your hips into her.

“I need you,” you said. You expected her to make you wait but her expression softened as she began sliding your panties down your legs, throwing them in Steve’s direction. “Look how she ruined them for me. If you weren’t so neglectful, this could’ve been you, Rogers. Don’t you ever forget that.” You gasped as the palm of her hand pressed against your cunt, brushing against your swollen clint. “So wet.”

“Natasha, please…”

“Beg,” she said, running her fingers through your folds and collecting your arousal, “let him hear you.”

“Please Natasha,” you said, “I need you to fuck me so bad. I need you inside of me, please make me cum.” Your words made her groan and you whimpered as you felt her push two fingers inside of you, giving you only a few seconds to adjust before she began thrusting in and out of you at a quickened pace. You felt a burning sting, grabbing her wrist to try and slow her down. “Nat, it’s too much, it hurts.”

“What do you mean sweetie? Does he have a small cock?” There was a cruel glint in her eye when the realisation dawned on her. “He hasn’t fucked you in a longtime has he? How long has it been?” You were struggling to form coherent sentences at this point.

“Six months,” you admitted. He visited so little and he was always exhausted when he did, hardly even giving you any affection, never mind fulfilling your physical needs. You had shamefully been trying to fuck yourself for over a year now but you were either too embarrassed to keep at it for long or you were eventually forced to give up, too inexperienced to make yourself cum. You had never used more than one finger so you weren’t used to the stretch at all.

“You’re telling me your husband had access to this cunt anytime he wanted but he chose not to fuck you for half a year?” What a waste of such a perfect pussy,” she said, “shh, it’s okay, it’ll feel so good in a minute.” As if to prove her point, porn-worthy moans began to spill from your mouth as you were drowned in overwhelming bliss. She knew she had found that one spot inside of you when your noises became more intense and more wetness gushed from your entrance, the squelches of your arousal echoing around the room. You took fistfuls of the duvet beneath you in your hands, your walls began to clench around her fingers. But just before you reached your high, Natasha slipped her fingers out of you.

“No,” you cried, “I was so close.” She placed a kiss on your forehead.

“Not just yet,” she said, “I want you to cum on my cock.” You blinked up at her in confusion, not understanding what she meant. Was she perhaps intersex? “Get on your knees.” You scrambled to obey her command, your thighs glistening with white and she smirked. “Such an obedient thing. Open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” You did so without hesitation and she lifted up her dress and threw it on the floor, leaving her in a lacey bra and boxers. Your eyes fell onto her breasts that were full and sat perfectly, wondering how they’d feel in your hands and in your mouth. You were too distracted to pay attention to Natasha pulling down her boxers until a large, red strapon sprung into your face.

You were sheltered and didn’t have many friends so your knowledge on how two women had sex was low. You had accidentally come across some brief information about strapons while scrolling through social media, closing the app immediately and uninstalling it. You had never told anyone you liked women so any mentions of the topic made you panic and run in the opposite direction. Natasha noticed your hesitation.

“It’s just like sucking a cock,” she said, “you’ve done that, right?” You shook your head. Steve was a very traditional man so you’d never done anything outside of the very basics. You had always wanted to explore more interesting options but you were too ashamed to ask or discuss any of your preferences with him. “God, so vanilla. Once I show you what you’ve been missing you’ll never want to go back. Do you want to try симпатичный (pretty)?” Her Russian Nickname for you sent a lustful thrum through your body despite the words being foreign and unknown to you. You knew there was only one correct answer to her question but you liked being able to show Natasha how much you desired to follow her orders.

“I’d love to try,” you said, “anything to please you.”

“Good girl,” she husked, nudging your mouth with the strap-on. Her other hand dug into your shoulder as she pushed it inside of your gaping mouth, your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Natasha kept going even when you started choking, tears slipping from your eyes and smearing your makeup. The sight of you, a perfect housewife she had ruined and made a mess of, only made her thrust the toy into your mouth faster, desperately turned on. When she was satisfied that you’d wet it enough, she pulled out, showing enough mercy to let you catch your breath. “You’re already such a good cock-sucker.” She ran her thumb over your plump lips. “Aren’t you glad I put these lips to good use, hmm?”

“Yes,” you gasped, “thank you Natasha.” She placed a kiss on your forehead.

“So polite. Get on all fours and look at your husband.” You hesitated a little this time, suddenly remembering Steve’s presence. You turned around and followed her commands, your gaze meeting with his. Steve’s pupils were drowned in pain and clouded his emotions so you couldn’t identify them, blood still gushing from his gun wound.

“Natasha, I think he’s going to die,” I said, “his stomach…” She looked over and saw that he was on the verge of passing out, his blood loss now critical.

“I fear you’re right,” she said, “I thought we’d have more time with him, shame. Don’t worry милый (darling), he’ll be alright soon.” You heard footsteps thundering up the stairs before the door was flung open and several men dressed head to toe in black burst into the bedroom. You wondered how she had summoned them so quickly but you were too horny to dwell on the thought for long.

You tried to cover your exposed body, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden but Natasha slapped your hands away. “They won’t look my angel, they wouldn’t even dare. Don’t let them distract you.” You felt something prodding your entrance and you whimpered.

“Please,” you breathed as she circled your entrance with the toy, collecting your arousal.

“You’re somehow even wetter,” she cooed, “did you really love your face being fucked that much?” Before you could answer she began to push the tip inside, your soaked walls showing no resistance. She didn’t give you anytime to get used to the stretch, pulling out before slamming back into you seconds later. The pain only lasted a few moments before it dissolved into pure pleasure as Natasha pounded into you like a wild animal. You arched your bark, the dirtiest sounds you had ever produced spilling from your mouth and echoing through the room. You somehow managed to lift an arm and point it towards Steve’s shirt drawer.

“There’s divorce paper,” you strung together between gasps, “in that drawer. I already signed them.” The men followed your finger and moved towards them, aimlessly throwing Steve’s shirts onto the floor. You saw a pang of hurt in Steve’s expression but you didn’t care. He should’ve seen this coming and even if he didn’t, it was his fault anyway.

As the divorce papers and Steve were dragged away, you moved your hips in rhythm with Natasha’s to try and get the strap-on deeper into you, every brush against your walls sending electricity through your body. She gripped your hips, encouraging your movements, grunting each time you slammed back against her. Your groans changed when she found your g-spot again and after that, she made sure to keep hitting it, a knot beginning to tighten in your stomach for the second time that night.

“I need to cum,” you said, “can I this time, please?”

“Such a slut,” she said, “soak my dick baby. Go on.” You screamed her name as you released all over her cock, stars blinding your eyes as your body shook with bliss, each new wave stronger than the last. After the longest orgasm of your life, you finally finished cumming, liquid staining your thighs. But Natasha didn’t stop, moving her hands up to your ass and massaging your cheeks.

“Natasha, I’ve already cummed,” you said, expecting her to finally pull out but instead, she tutted.

“We’re not finished yet,” she said, “If I wanted to, I could have you cumming all over this cock all night. We’re done when I say we are. You are all mine after all, gorgeous.” After the initial discomfort faded away, you were soaring back up to cloud nine, ready to do whatever Natasha wanted.

“Of course,” you said, “I’m all yours now.”

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I write for Natasha Romanoff (most preferred), Scarlett Johansson, Wanda Maximoff, Elizabeth Olsen and Sylvie Laufeydottir. If you request any other marvel women, I may consider it but it'll probably be a no. Yelena is a 100% no.

Kinks I will not write include watersports, non-con (implied is fine), a/b/o, age play and pet play. I'll only write age gaps if all parties involved are over eighteen. Incest is an obvious hard no but I accept stepcest.

Please specify if you want G!P or GxG.

I do not write fluff. Smut and angst are very welcome, however.

If it's not obvious by now, this blog is for non-men and non-men only. I will not write R as a male and I will not write about male love interests.

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Natasha Romanoff

The Challenge (Part 1) - Smut

"Isn't she gorgeous?" - Smut

Recreating Dirty Dreams - Smut

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The Challenge (Part 1)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, strap on (R receiving), oral sex (R receiving), rough sex, mommy kink, degrading, lots of profanity, rope use, spanking, orgasm denial, masturbation.

Summary: You and Natasha come home a little drunk on New Year's Eve with only sex on your mind... but unless you follows Natasha's rules, you won't be getting what you want anytime soon.

Pairing: top Natasha Romanoff x bottom sub!reader

Disclaimer! They're sober enough to give consent.

You followed Natasha into the apartment, your eyes taking in every inch of her body. You had just come back from a New Year's Eve party, the alcohol still buzzing through both of your bloodstreams, fighting away the exhaustion that should've been consuming your bodies at this very moment. She locked the door and you leant against the door frame, your foreheads inches apart. But before you could pull her in to kiss her, she walked away into the kitchen, smiling at your antics. You followed her without a second thought, watching as she reached into the cabinet for a glass of champagne. Natasha was wearing a short, tight skirt and loose blouse, her curves emphasised and her garnet red heels eye-catching against the black and white colours dominating her outfit. You slipped your arms around her waist as she poured you both a glass.

"Don't you think we've drunk enough tonight?" You murmured, pressing a kiss against her earlobe. Her hand rested on top of both of yours, squeezing hard.

"Did I give you permission to touch me?" You reluctantly pulled away from her as Natasha grinned, picking up her glass and taking a sip. "Better. It wouldn't be very good if you had to remind you of the rules again, would it?"

"I..." You began before shutting your mouth, the expression on her face burning into your skin. You pressed your fingers into your wrists, your pulse thumping against them. You were in trouble now. But you weren't complaining. She took a step towards you, still holding the glass of champagne, tilting her head to the side.

"Isn't this a shame," she said as you took a step back, "I am going to have to remind you of the rules again Y/n. And now you'll have to face the consequences." You gulped, taking another step back as she took one forward, her eyes locking with yours. You knew exactly what the consequences were, your heartbeat travelling down your body from your chest. You begged for the night to speed up, desperate for what you knew was coming. Natasha tipped the glass back, letting the rest of the champagne run down the glass into her mouth. She placed it down on the kitchen counter, taking a hold of your wrists to stop you stepping away from her again. "Rule number one. Don't touch me unless you tell you to. You have to earn it." You nodded, her grip tightening as she pulled you closer to her. "Rule two. Not a word from those lips unless it's yes mommy or your safe word. Understand?" You nodded again, her nails digging into your skin. "Do I have to remind you of rule number three?" You shook your head. "Then use your words you little whore."

"Yes mommy," you replied, her breath against your neck sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," she whispered, beginning to kiss down your neck. Natasha worked her way down to the top of your dress, her tongue brushing against your cleavage. You bit down on your lip, trying not to let a single sound escape your mouth, knowing that you were breaking rule four. The more rules you broke, the more Natasha would punish you. And in that moment, you wanted your punishment much more than you wanted your reward. She pulled away from your neck, shooting you a dark look. "Did you forget rule number four Y/n?" You shook your head. Her hands slipped around your neck. "Rule three means you use your words when I ask you a question, I shouldn't have to remind you." Her thumbs pressed into your neck and you let out a gasp, before the lack of breath in your body stole your ability to make any more sound. Natasha loosened her grip when you began to choke, looking at you with amusement. "You're so pathetic Y/n." She stepped away from you, taking the second glass of champagne in her hand and taking a sip. You felt a twinge of disappointment and gave her a pout.

"I thought it was for me," you whined. Natasha walked towards you again, her hand moving to your ass, taking another sip from the glass.

"After you broke all my rules? you don't think so Y/n. You'll only let you have some. She took a sip before pulling down your bottom lip with her thumb, her lips connecting with yours and her tongue brushing against your teeth. You could hardly taste the liquid on her tongue but you swallowed all the same as her finger glided down your throat, making contact with your cleavage before she pulled away, finishing the rest of the champagne. You held onto her wrist, trying to reach for the glass before she finished it. She put the glass down, tutting. "You just don't know how to follow your rules, do you? Fine, you'll make you." Natasha patted the kitchen counter. "Up. Now." You thought about disobeying her, wanting to continue pushing the boundaries to see how far they would go. But after seeing the look on her face, you jumped onto the counter in a matter of seconds. She took your arms and wrapped them around her neck, placing her hands on your ass as you wrapped your legs around her waist, carrying you into your bedroom. She forced you onto the bed, straddling you and pinning you underneath her body. Natasha hooked her fingers onto the straps of your dress and pulled them down, letting your dress fall onto the bedroom floor. Her finger pressed against your panties and she raised her eyebrow. "God, you're already so wet," she said, "finish stripping yourself."

"Yes mommy," you said. She went over to the cupboard as you discarded yourself of your panties and unhooked your bra, throwing it away to the side. Natasha came back over to you with handcuffs and a small, pink device. You were overcome with curiosity, wondering what the device was, nearly forgetting about what she had in her other hand until the cold metal wrapped around your wrists, your skin burning from the tightness. "Mommy, this is too tight."

"That's what you get for breaking my rules slut," Natasha said, pulling you up and turning you around before roughly pushing you back onto the bed, slapping the left cheek of your ass. You let out a yell, the sting bringing tears to your eyes. You felt her hand on your mouth. "This is part of your punishment. If you let a single sound escape that pretty mouth of yours, your punishment will be even longer. Understood?" She pulled her hand away long enough for you to answer.

"Yes mommy," you said, your voice stuttering as you fought back a moan, Natasha bringing her hand down onto your right ass cheek. Her hand went over your mouth again, her speed increasing as she spanked you, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your skin was sore and felt like it was ablaze yet your entire body was burning with pleasure, the seconds between each slap feeling unbearably long. Her hand pressed more harshly onto your mouth as whines and moans slipped out from your lips. She stopped spanking you as soon as the sound reached her ears. Your heart thumped against your chest when you felt her nails sink into your shoulder and you were rolled onto your back, her other hand forcing up your chin so you had no other choice but to stare into her eyes. Natasha sneered at you.

"How many fucking times do I have to tell you? Are you stupid?" she snapped, "or are you just being a bitch?" Your mouth went dry, sweat trickling down your forehead as she hovered over you, waiting for an answer. "I'm letting you speak Y/n."

"I'm being a bitch," you murmured as her finger ran down in between your tits, all the way to just above where you wanted her to be. But it would be a long time before she was anywhere near your cunt and if you broke any more rules, she might not give you what you wanted tonight at all. What you begged for. What your body craved. From now on, you were going to do just as Natasha said. You were going to be her good girl. She straddled your lap.

"God, you're just asking for punishment at this point," she said, "You're such a slut. A silly, little slut that needs to be taught a lesson. Don't you agree with me Y/n?"

"Yes," you said, her hands moving down to your breasts, stopping when they reached your tits.

"Yes what?"

"Yes mommy," you said as she began to apply pressure to your nipples before pinching them, pain shooting through your tits. But you wanted her to do it over and over again. You arched your back, her fingers twisting and squeezing your nipples that were becoming more erect by the second, your pussy soaking the bed sheets. Our lips connected and we exchanged long, hungry kisses, her legs tightening around your waist. Her lips left yours, moving down your neck before taking one of your nipples in her mouth. You moaned as her mouth assaulted your nipple, her fingers continuing to play with the other. You had no idea if you were allowed to moan or not but you couldn't stop the sounds escaping your mouth even if you wanted to. Natasha pulled away, running her hands down your body.

"There's one last punishment left for you little slut," she said, pulling you onto your feet. "Kneel." You got onto your knees without hesitation, anticipation pumping through your bloodstream. You were so close to getting what you wanted. You just had to behave yourself for a little while longer. Natasha removed the handcuff around your right wrist and attached it to the bedpost. My heartbeat froze as she started to unbutton her blouse and pulled down her skirt, revealing red, lace lingerie that matched her heels. She discarded her heels and then slid down her panties, leaving her in just a bra. You could feel your mouth-watering, the floor beneath me beginning to dampen. Natasha's body was fucking stunning. And you wanted every inch of it. "Eyes up here, don't look away," she said, snapping her fingers and diverting your attention away from the rest of her body. "If you break eye contact with me, I'll tease you all night. Do I make myself clear Y/n?"

"Yes mommy," you breathed as Natasha sat on the bed, opening her legs and leaning back so you had a full view of her pussy. She placed the pink device next to her clit and you realised it was a vibrator. You burnt with envy, wishing that the device was you instead.

"See what happens when you break my rules little whore? I make myself cum without you. And you get to hear me moan and see the enjoyment in my eyes while I do." You couldn't believe how unfair she was being. How stupid you had been to break her rules. Natasha was so right. You were such a whore. A pathetic little slut. She turned on the device and you didn't break away from her eyes as she gasped, terrified that you would be punished yet again. You were so wet you could smell your cunt from nearly a metre away and you started to groan at the sound of Natasha's moans, knowing you were getting closer and closer to being the cause of the sound. Closer to hearing your name being uttered between each grunt and moan that escaped her lips. It didn't take long for her to reach her high and she removed the vibrator from in between her legs, gasping for air. Natasha got onto her knees next to you and pressed her face against your forehead, her sweat rubbing against your skin. "You didn't break eye contact once. Good girl, you deserve a reward," she mumbled into your ear, her chest still heaving. She slipped her hand down your arm to undo the handcuff around your wrist before opening her legs and leaning against the bed. "Do you want to taste your cum little slut?"

"Yes mommy," you said, running your tongue along her liquid soaked thigh before exploring her clit and in between her flaps, brushing against her entrance. Natasha took a fistful of your hair and pulled you away and kissed you, her taste on your lips. She sat on the bed, taking a hold of your hips and forced you to step towards her so her mouth was just above where you wanted her to be.

"Leg up little slut." You didn't even hesitate to follow her instructions, a smirk forming on her face at the speed of your obedience. You held your breath as she ran a finger along the tip of your cunt and you shuddered. "God, you really are a slut. Want mommy to see how wet you are for her?" You nodded, biting down on your lip as her tongue ran over your pussy. "You're soaking even though I've hardly done anything to you," Natasha said, starting to kiss the inside of your thighs.

"Please Nat," you said, "not there." You took a fistful of her firey red hair, trying to pull her to where you wanted her to be. She stopped kissing you immediately, reaching around to squeeze your ass. "I think I misheard you Y/n. Am you correct?"

"Yes mommy," you said, reminding yourself to follow her rules.

"Good," Natasha said, kissing your thigh again before nibbling your clit. You rocked against her mouth as she bit down on your clit before her tongue pushed inside of you, thrusting in and out. "Rule number five Y/n." You started moaning her name, her thumb rubbing your clit as her tongue edged you closer and closer to your orgasm. You felt the knot in your stomach tighten as her speed increased, fully aware of the consequences of reaching your high before you were told to but also having no idea how you'd stop yourself, the pleasure rattling through your body.

"Mommy, I need to cum," you groaned, your thighs tensing. Natasha held your hips in place, your grip on her hair tightening as your legs quaked, threatening to collapse at any moment. She pulled away just before you reached your high and you whined.

"Not yet Y/n," she said, walking over to the other side of the room, "get on your back." You pulled yourself onto the bed, lying down and staring up at the ceiling, wondering what she was going to do next. How she was going to make you feel.

My clit ached from its denied orgasm and even though you had known she was going to tease you, you were still disappointed that she had pulled away. You hoped you hadn't broken too many of her rules and she wouldn't completely deny you of an orgasm tonight, the regret beginning to build in your stomach. Natasha straddled your lap and you felt something cool against your stomach, your eyes widening when you looked down and saw that she was wearing a strap on. She lifted your chin, smirking.

"Don't get excited yet, you're a long way away from that." It was then that you noticed she had a black, silk blindfold in her hand, the room plunging into darkness as she wrapped it around your head. You felt Natasha's finger run over your jaw and you shivered, kissing her thumb as it glided over your bottom lip, pushing into your mouth. Her other hand ran down your body, flicking your already swollen clit. You groaned. "Let's see how pretty you are being fucked by my fingers." Without warning, her fingers slipped inside of you, brushing against your sweet spot before pulling back out again. You whined, running your hands up Natasha's body, tightening your grip on her shoulders. You wanted to break her no speaking rule more than you wanted to admit but you couldn't, not when her fingers were rubbing your clit, inches away from where you needed them to be. "You want me inside of you, don't you Y/n?" she said, as if she could read your mind.

"Yes mommy," you said, a gasp escaping your mouth as her fingers curled against your sweet spot, pulling away yet again. You dug your nails into her shoulders. Please just give me what you want, I'm begging you Natasha. I’ll do anything.

you felt her mouth on your stomach, sucking your skin and leaving a mark, her fingers running through your folds, still avoiding the place you needed her to be. She stopped suddenly, her finger lingering over your clit. "Then beg," she said into your ear.

"Please mommy, let me cum over your fingers like the filthy, little slut I am, please. I'll do anything to scream your name as you fuck me until I can't walk mommy."

"Hmm, let me think about it," she said and you whined, pushing your hips up into her fingers. You would do anything for her to give in to your begging. You wanted her more than you had ever wanted anyone, knowing all too well that she could give you overwhelming pleasure and the longest orgasms you had ever experienced. She finally gave you what you wanted, her fingers plunging inside of you, curling over your sweet spot repetitively. "You can moan now slut. Let mommy hear all the pretty noises you can make." My fingers dug deeper into her skin, probably drawing blood, as Natasha continued to curl her fingers, matching the rhythm of your hips as you rocked them against her. Her other hand held the back of your neck, her mouth leaving a trail of kisses on your upper stomach as you grunted and moaned beneath her. You were so close this time, sure she would be merciful and let you ride through your high. "Do you want to cum slut?" You nodded, your chest heaving and pleasure pumping through each vein of your body. "Words Y/n."

"Yes mommy," you moaned, her pace quickening with your hips, "please mommy, I've been a good, little slut. Let me cum." Just before you expected her to give you the command to cum, her fingers stopped moving and she pulled them away. You whined as she slipped her body off of yours, denying you of an orgasm for a second time. You were about to speak before you felt her finger on your mouth.

"Shh Y/n," Natasha murmured into your ear, "I might let you cum soon but you have to do everything I say. So no talking unless it's 'yes mommy' from now on, just like I taught you."

"Yes mommy," you replied immediately. You felt her untie the blindfold covering your eyes and it fell away, Natasha discarding it onto the floor. My stomach was enveloped with butterflies as you looked up into her face, Natasha's deep, jade eyes pouring into yours. There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her hair was a mess, somehow making her look even hotter than she already was. You slipped your arms around her neck and kissed her, feeling Natasha reciprocate as she deepened the kiss. You pulled away, dizzy from the lack of oxygen before her soft, scarlet lips lingered above your mouth again, teasing you. The things you would sacrifice for the promise that these lips would always find their way to yours. Natasha grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled your head back, your mouth opening just enough so she could slip her tongue inside, her lips finally colliding with yours again. Her pace became hungry and your lips became more desperate, hers burning with lust. She pulled away from you, taking your hands and pinning them above your head.

"Look at the mirror and don't take your eyes off me," she said, blowing air onto your neck, cooling the beads of sweat on your skin for a brief second.

"Yes mommy." You turned your head to look at her reflection in the mirror, Natasha's lips sucking on the skin of your neck and you whimpered as she brushed the strap on over your entrance. You squirmed in her grip, desperate to touch her but her fingers tightened around your wrists. She tutted.

"Bad fucking girl. Don't try and touch me." She began to circle your clit with the strap on as you watched her in the mirror, kissing down your neck. You moaned as Natasha ran her strap on through your folds, trying to keep in control of yourself. You needed her inside you so badly, the anticipation killing you. You wanted to beg her, tell her to give her what you needed but you couldn't break her rules, you couldn't face the consequences. You wouldn't be able to handle any more edging, your pussy growing increasingly sensitive and sore as she continued to tease you. The friction against your clit stopped and you groaned, closing your eyes in frustration. You yelped as Natasha slapped you, gripping your face with her hand. "I told you not to take your eyes off you. Are you a brat Y/n? Do you need fucking hard to remind you to behave?" You stared up at her.

"Yes mommy," you said, gasping when you felt the tip of the strap on pushing into your entrance. You bucked up your hips to try and sink it deeper into you but Nat removed it immediately, slapping you again.

"You fucking whore," she said, "You're so desperate, it's embarrassing. Are you not embarrassed Y/n? That you want me to fuck you so bad? Do you want me to show you what you're asking for? Can you take it?" Her finger rubbed your clit.

"Yes mommy."

"Good girl," Natasha said, sinking the strap in you as you held back a scream, pain shooting through your entire body before you were overcome with pleasure. She slipped out of you before thrusting inside you again, hitting your g-spot immediately. "Look at yourself in the mirror, look at how pretty you are when I fuck you." My eyes collided with your reflection as Natasha sunk the strap even deeper into you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. Her lips went back to kissing and sucking your neck, leaving marks all over your skin. Just when you thought she couldn't go any faster, Natasha began to thrust even harder at a quickened pace, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. You were a moaning mess beneath her, your orgasm already building. "Tell me what you are," Nat whispered in your ear.

"I-"

"Full sentences."

"I'm-" You moaned. "Your- little- s-slut mommy. I-" You gasped, feeling the knot in your stomach tighten, knowing you couldn't hold your orgasm off for long. "I'm a dirty-" You clenched around the strap, "b-bratty whore-" Mascara streaked down your face, your make up ruined by your tears, "who is d-desperate to h-have- her fuck holes p-pleasured by her- mommy." You threw back your head, tearing your eyes away from the mirror, Nat's tongue brushing over your nipple.

"Don't cum yet." You shook your head. You had to, you couldn't take it any longer. Natasha sank her teeth into your nipple, her nails digging into the skin of your wrists. "If you want to cum, beg for it."

"Please, Natasha... mommy let your little slut cum." You let out a loud moan, your mouth falling into an 'O' shape. Natasha finally nodded.

"Cum for me little slut." You screamed her name as she helped you through your high, her hands loosening around your wrists. When you began to cool down, she slipped out of you, collapsing onto the bed beside you. We both gasped for breath, your hands that were finally free intertwining with her hair. She slid her finger through your folds and brought it to her mouth to taste you. She closed her eyes.

"You taste so sweet my little slut." You rolled on top of her, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Now it's your turn," you said, running your finger down her body but she pushed your body off her without hesitation.

"I'm not going to give in easily like you," she said, standing up and starting to dress herself. You felt a sudden confidence soar through you and you pushed yourself off the bed, sliding your hands around her neck.

"You know you want me," you said, "You can't resist me. I promise you I can have you on your knees begging for me to touch you if I want to." Natasha smirked, doing up the last two buttons of her shirt and pulling up her slacks.

"Is that a challenge Y/n?" You brushed your thumb over her bottom lip, watching her pupils dilate.

"Yes. And I'm going to win. You'll see." Nat stepped away from you, walking towards the door.

"We'll see about that. But not tonight. Go to sleep Y/n."

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Daddy

Taylor Swift x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, toxic relationships, cheating, implied stalking (I do not support any of this behaviour this is purely fictional), G!P, top!Taylor, bottom!reader, daddy kink, angry sex, rough sex, degrading, lots of profanity, masturbation, cock sucking, bondage, gagging, choking, orgasm denial, cock riding, overstimulation

"What the fuck are you doing here?" You had looked up into the bathroom mirror to collide with her churning, stormy eyes that had a ferocious intensity flickering across them. Taylor. "I thought I told you I never wanted to see you again." You had been broken up for nearly half a year now and not on good terms. Yet here she was with the audacity to practically undress you with her eyes.

"And I thought I just overheard you tell your boyfriend you were going home," she said, tilting her head to the side, "yet here you are, waiting for him to leave. You've been in here for how long now? Just coming up to an hour?" You felt your heart stop. Was she stalking you? Where had she found the nerve?

"Just fuck off Taylor," you said, storming towards the bathroom door. She smirked.

"You'll be back." You certainly was not. As soon as you had left the bathroom, you searched the crowd to see if your boyfriend was still here. God knows why you even came here in the first place, he had practically dragged you. He was always doing that, forcing you to do what he wanted on his terms. If something didn't change soon, you were going to break up with him. That's why you had ended up in the bathroom waiting for him to leave so you could enjoy the rest of your evening alone.

Your jaw dropped. Surely, that couldn't be him? You felt your fists clench. Oh it was him. Kissing a girl in the middle of the dance floor while groping her ass. Fuck him. You went back into the bathroom, shooting Taylor daggers. She had known hadn't she? It only took one look at her face to confirm your suspicions.

"Told you."

"Shut up," you said, "just tell me why you're here." She pushed off the counter, taking a step towards you.

"Don't talk to me like that," she muttered under her breath. She took another step forward and you found yourself backing away from her.

"Or what?" Your back collided with the wall as she continued to walk towards you. She closed the space between you, your bodies practically touching, her breath tickling your cheek.

"Because I fucking told you to," Taylor said into your ear. Who did she think she was? She was your ex-girlfriend, no one else. You despised her more than anyone else. "Just admit it you miss me."

"No," you snapped. Yes. As embarrassing as it was to admit, you couldn't stop thinking about her. Her absence had been driving you crazy. But you had broken up for a good reason and you couldn't go back to revisit this grave. It would involve months of the same scorching pain, the tears and the loneliness that haunted you wherever you went. It would kill you.

She was so close to you now, trapping you against the wall so you couldn't move. She was wearing tight shorts, a tank top and an unbuttoned flannel shirt, her eyes darkly outlined and her hair in a messy bun. It's almost as if she'd made sure she was going to see you tonight. But you weren't going to give into like she thought you would.

"You need to sit the fuck down Taylor, you don't own me." You straightened your figure and looked her dead in the eye, trying to intimidate her. She tutted.

"Silly girl." She pushed her body against yours, your body slamming flat against the wall. Her mouth hovered over your earlobe and you decided to focus on a spot opposite you, trying to ignore the growing heat running over your skin. "Tell me to step back Y/n go on." There was silence. She was right. You should tell her to leave. This was stupidity.

"Taylor, I fucking hate you," you said. She ran her hand down your sides, making you shiver.

"Since when did you become such a brat?" she said, "someone should remind you of what manners are. Your mouth is filthy, darling." She had no right to treat you like this. Or call you by her pet names.

"I hate you," you repeated. She pulled away from your ear so her lips were lingering over yours.

"I know you do sweetheart." She gripped the front of your shirt and your lips collided, drowning all your numbness in adrenaline, the blood of her lipstick bleeding into your mouth. There was no going back now, all the consequences to come were completely your fault. You had done this. You had let her kiss you.

Her kisses grew more desperate and she let her greed posses her, trying to fulfil her desire through your lips. Like a fool, you kissed her back, drowning in the sensations you had dreamt about every night since you had split up. But there was no love to be found here, just pure lust. And like a fire, the more it devoured, the hungrier it became. You gasped against her lips as you felt her growing bulge press against your lower stomach.

"Come home with me," she said, "but break up with that dickhead first. I'll meet you at the front, you know my car." She winked at you before walking away. Right, your boyfriend. You had forgotten about him. You went back into the club and found him with a different girl, his tongue down her throat. Gross. You tapped his shoulder and he pulled away, shock flooding his expression as soon as his eyes fell onto you.

"I can explain..."

"There's no need," you said, "we're over." You didn't even give him time to answer but it's not like he actually cared. This was probably the excuse both of you had been looking for. Taylor's car was easy to spot and as you approached it, she gestured for you to get in the back.

"I can't have you distracting me baby," she lied. More like she just didn't want anyone seeing you with her. Because you were just her play-thing now, nothing more. The drive to her house gave you time to think and it fully dawned on you what you were doing. This was insanity, you knew this. So why had you let her wrap you around her finger? As soon as you stepped inside her house, you knew what you were going to do next.

"This is what is going to happen," you said, "I'm going to shower and then you're taking me home. I'm not doing this with you Taylor."

"Tsk tsk. I'm the one who gives commands here," she said, "you're going to shower and then you're going to come into my room with the pretty lingerie set that's waiting for you in the bathroom." So she had planned this out then. You were just the pawn in the game she had set up tonight. You had to make the next move.

You didn't know what she was going to do while you were in the shower but you convinced yourself not to care. She could do what she wanted, it didn't bother you. You slammed the bathroom door, yanking open the shower and letting the water spit down onto you with aggression. It was searing against your skin, the wrath in your chest spiraling out of control. There was no way this night could get anymore terrible. You had found your boyfriend cheating on you and now your ex-girlfriend was trying to get you into her bed.

You leant against the wall, remembering the feeling of her lips against yours in that club bathroom. You felt a surge of butterflies in your stomach, recalling her hard cock against your abdomen. This was so messed up but it was turning you on. Of course it was turning you on, it was Taylor. And she knew it. She loved it.

The water running over your skin made you think of her touch and you were met with a pool of warmth between your legs as your right hand reached down. You tried to imagine it was her circling your clit but after minutes of chasing your high, your body refused to reach it. You whined in frustration. You were just going to have to try and fix this at home.

You stepped out of the shower and dried yourself off, cursing under your breath as you did. Your eye caught onto the pearl-white, lacey lingerie next to the sink. The area above the nipple was see-through, perfect for giving someone a show yet letting their imagination wander a little. You put it on, wrapping a towel around you so the lingerie was hidden. You thundered across the hallway, bursting into Taylor's bedroom.

"Why are you doing this?" you yelled, "you're going to hurt me and you know it..." you stopped, as soon as your eyes fell onto her. She had turned on the bedside tables so they emitted a vibrant, amber glow that made her abs and defined muscles glisten. She was only wearing a bra and boxers, her hair loose around her shoulders. She gave you a mocking pout.

"Awh, so angry baby. I know a perfect way to fix that. Knees." Your breath had been stolen away and your thoughts were blurred, your hesitation giving her time to push you onto the floor. Taylor gathered fistfuls of your hair in her hands, pulling you towards her. "I can't do anything without your permission Y/n." You bit your lip. This was humiliating for you, that's why she was doing it. She wanted to hear it from your mouth that she'd won. I nodded. She pulled on your hair harshly. "Manners you bitch."

"Yes Taylor," you said. She smirked, letting you pull her boxers down and her cock dripping with pre-cum slapped against your cheek as it sprung free.

"You won't be calling me that tonight. What did you call that dickhead in bed? When you opened your legs to him like the slut you are, what was his name?" You could feel yourself get even wetter, still gripping onto the towel around your body for dear life. "It was daddy wasn't it?" Your silence was a good enough answer for her. "How pathetic yet so predictable. That's your new name for me. Say it." You blinked up at her.

"Yes daddy."

"Good," she husked, "you've been a naughty girl tonight so I'm going to use you for my pleasure first. If you suck my cock like a good whore, maybe I'll let you cum tonight." You were way too far into this now, there was no backing out. But you honestly couldn't tell if you were glad about it or not. You couldn't remember when the last time you had an orgasm was, you always had to fake it with your now ex-boyfriend and other one night stands. You didn't think Taylor realised that she'd ruined you completely, your body only wanting hers. She slapped her tip against your mouth. "Open." You did so without hesitation and she leant down to spit into your mouth before thrusting straight in without any warning.

You chocked as her dick hit the back of your throat, her big size filling your mouth completely but she continued at a lethal pace. She groaned as she forced your head up and down her cock, matching it with the rhythm of her hips.

"Oh fuck babe, your mouth feels so good wrapped around daddy's cock." Her words fueled your whimpers, the vibrations it sent against her dick making her moan. Your mascara started to run, her speed only increasing at the sight of your tears. "Awh, my bitch is crying? Well get used to it. You're just my toy now, only for daddy's pleasure." Her balls slapped against your cheeks and you reached up to caress them but she slapped your hands away. "Don't you dare. Stay on all fours where you belong slut."

Her movements were becoming sloppy and she was gasping, her head thrown back as her orgasm started to build. Taylor's grip on your hair loosened as she lost herself to oblivion, a few final thrusts sending her soaring over the edge. "Oh angel, I'm gonna cum... fuck!" You felt her warm liquid gush into your mouth and you tried to swallow it all but there was too much, some of it inevitably rushing down your chin. As soon as you went to wipe it when she had pulled out, she grabbed hold of your wrist, shooting you a challenging look. You should've known better than to disrupt the art she had created on your face: the smudged make up, the tear streaks and her cum smeared all around your mouth.

She yanked you onto your feet before stepping back, letting her eyes soak in every part of your body. "Get rid of the towel." Even though she'd seen you naked many times before, you trembled as you dropped the towel to the ground, your vulnerable state making you uneasy. But the adrenaline pumping through your veins soon overshadowed your nerves, your head too dizzy with fury to think rationally. Taylor had seriously gone out of her way to ruin your evening just so she could fuck you instead of jacking herself of or finding someone else. Her behaviour was quite frankly disgusting.

"Happy?" you said in a mocking tone, gesturing to the lingerie set she had picked out for you. Before you could even process what was happening, her nails were digging into your shoulders and you were pushed flat onto the bed, her body hovering over yours.

"Shut up brat," she said, her hand sliding around your neck, "don't use that tone with daddy. Seems like fucking your throat didn't teach you a good enough lesson." Taylor straddled your lap, tightening her grip around your throat, smirking as you started chocking at the loss of air. You could feel her cock starting to harden against your stomach already, the sight of you being powerless being beneath her making it throb. But your reaction to being suffocated wasn't any better, you could practically feel the bed sheets beneath you getting soaked.

As soon as you started coughing, she pulled her hand away and went over to her drawers. You knew exactly where she was going, the place where she kept all her sex toys. She came back to you with two silk ropes in her hand, watching you with amusement as you assumed the position you knew she wanted you in. "Such a good girl, doing exactly what daddy wants." You moved to the centre of the bed and placed your hands next to the bedposts and she wasted no time in tying you there. She scanned your body, tilting her head to the side in thought. "Should I tie your legs to the bedposts too?"

"Yes," you said, knowing there was no way you would be able to keep your legs open for her tonight. But the swiftness of your answer and the way she could read you like a book she'd written made her catch on immediately. You saw her eyes glint with malice.

"Hmm, I think not," she said. Oh, you were in for a long night. She straddled your lap again and started kissing your neck, her ravenous lips searching your skin for nothing but her own pleasure. You could feel her precum dribble onto your stomach after every whimper that escaped your mouth. As Taylor moved further down your body, she started to grind against you, both of your moans echoing through the room.

"Please," you said. You knew she was just using you but the heat between your legs was unbearable. Even if she wouldn't let you cum, you needed her inside of you.

"If you don't keep quiet, I'll fucking gag you. Got it?" You reluctantly gave a nod. You had to play your cards right if you were going to get something from her. What you wanted. But you could tell by her desperate thrusting and ragged breaths that she wanted exactly the same as you. She either had to choose between giving into you or holding back from her own desires. You gasped as she ran two fingers through your folds, the sound earning you a slap on your cunt. "What the fuck did I just tell you? God, you're so wet and desperate for daddy, you can't even keep quiet when I touch your pussy."

"Taylor, please..."

"I warned you," she snapped, her muscular hands ripping apart your panties before she forced them into your mouth, "that's what you get for being a whore." She continued to run her fingers through your folds as your moans were silenced by the panties in your mouth. Your eyes fell to the back of your head when she replaced her fingers with her cock, gathering up your wetness before teasing your entrance.

You were so wet she slipped inside of you almost immediately, pain shooting through your body. You had forgotten just how big she was, her dick filling you up to the brim and stretching you out. "Oh fuck, you're so tight." More tears started to fall down your cheeks, your body not used to the stretch. Taylor's eyes glimmered. "Awh poor baby, you haven't had a big cock inside of you for so long, have you? It's ok, daddy's going to fuck you properly slut," she cooed.

She started to move, her hips meeting with yours as she lowered herself onto your body, gasping into your ear. Taylor held up your thigh so she could sink into you better, the pain coursing through your body fading into pure pleasure as she increased her pace. Her other hand slipped around your throat, only loosening her grip when you were about to lose a dangerous amount of air. The rough thrusting of her hips increased and the only sounds that could be heard were the wetness of your cunt, her small moans and skin slapping against skin.

Your legs began to tremble, her dick hitting every sweet spot inside of you and it became increasingly difficult to keep your legs open. As you moved to press your thighs together, Taylor noticed and pushed herself up, her hands finding your legs and pushing them back open, her nails undoubtedly leaving marks in your skin. She bit down on her lip as she watched your breasts bounce with every thrust, the tightness of your bra making your hard nipples ache.

Sweat was running down her forehead, her hair a tangled mess, her muscles flexing each time she moved inside you. She was the perfect manifestation of the devil: beautiful, seductive and reckless. You could feel the knot in your stomach tighten and you knew it wouldn't be long before you reached your high. As it built, your walls began to clench around Taylor's dick and her moans became porn worthy, her legs visibly shaking. "Don't even think about cumming slut, this is all for me," she said.

You fists became balls as your walls tightened even more, trying to prepare you for an orgasm and Taylor's cock twitched inside you, driving you crazy. It only took one more thrust before you felt her spill herself inside you, some of her cum escaping your hole and running down your thighs. You tried to scream through your gag, your cunt aching for release as she stayed inside you to prolong her orgasm, your legs quivering in her strong grip. She finally pulled out of you, leaving you to clench around nothing, utterly used and sensitive. She pulled out the panties from your mouth and discarded it onto the floor, finally letting you speak.

"Daddy, please," you begged as she reached up to free you from the bedposts, her tits pressing into your face. She hooked her fingers under the straps of your bra and pulled her towards you, her lips hovering over yours.

"Hmm, I don't know. Have you been good enough for daddy?" You nodded your head.

"Yes, I've been so good for daddy. Please let me cum." She pushed you away from her before lying down on the bed, starting to stroke her cock.

"Fine slut, if you really want to cum you can do it yourself," Taylor said, "ride me." You didn't wait even a second, climbing on top of her before lining up your entrance with her dick. She groaned as you sank onto her, sliding yourself up and down her length.

"Fuck, like that," she said, throwing her back, "don't stop." As you rode Taylor, you unclasped her bra and threw your own onto the floor, rolling her nipples between your fingers. You were already sensitive and sore from your previous endeavors so it didn't take long for the knot in your stomach to tighten again. Once you let go, your orgasm came crushing down onto you. You screamed her name as you were whirled away to cloud nine, your senses fuzzy with bliss. The teasing had been torture but it had given more fuel for the fire ripping through your veins, your orgasm longer and better than any you had experienced in a while.

As you came down from your high, you went to lift yourself off Taylor but she grabbed hold of your hips, slamming you straight back down onto her dick. "We're done when daddy says so," she snapped. She took control this time, ramming her hips into yours as you whimpered, your body on the verge of overstimulation.

"Daddy, I can't..."

"Yes you can," she said, "take it." Knowing she wasn't going to give in to your pleads, you decided to cooperate and began to bounce up and down on her dick with the rhythm of her hips, making her gasp. "Fuck, you're a good girl. Daddy missed this pussy so much." To your shock, you felt another orgasm approaching in record time as she continued to pound into you. How was this even possible?

"Taylor I-I'm, gonna..."

"Wait," she said, too caught up in the moment to punish you for using her name. You were so overwhelmed with pleasure, your mind blank as you got closer and closer to overstimulation. Your walls clenched around her tightly and you practically let out a scream as her cock throbbed inside you, knowing you wouldn't be able to hold your orgasm back for much longer. She finally nodded. "Cum with me baby." Liquid squirted everywhere as you both let go, your thighs coated with cum and your skin soaked with sweat.

Taylor slipped out of you and you collapsed onto the bed beside her, gasping for breath. Her fingers started tracing shapes on your shoulder, her chest heaving and you didn't dare look into her eyes, recognising the softness of her touch.

"Y/n..." Her tone was different now, serious and quiet. You shook your head.

"Don't," you said, "don't you dare." She couldn't just treat you like an object and then immediately proceed to switch up the mood. You dragged your body off the bed, barely keeping yourself up, stepping away from her. "I'm going to clean up and leave."

"No, stay," she mumbled as you began to pick up your clothes, your lungs burning for air and your muscles aching. "Y/n, please." You looked up to see there were tears in her eyes. But instead of sympathy, all you felt was anger. Did she seriously plan to win you over by setting you up to end up in her bed, fuck you senseless and then beg for your forgiveness?

You felt your heart shatter, your own tears pricking at your eyes. You had tried over and over again to see past her red flags, the way she'd manipulate you into giving her what she wanted, her refusal to acknowledge her faults. Yet time and time again, she did shit like this. Taylor was never going to change, she'd always be the same. No amount of love would alter the reality; she was a toxic girlfriend. And you needed to leave her for good, you had to move on.

"I told you I never wanted to see you again," you said. She stumbled out of bed, collapsing onto her knees and tightening her arms around your waist.

"I'm sorry," I said, "fuck, I messed this up, didn't I?" You shoved her off you but as you tried to walk away, she grabbed a hold of your wrist. "Please don't go. I know I don't deserve it but give me another chance. I'll be better, I promise." You felt your heart pounding in your chest, your tears hot enough to leave scars on your cheeks. She'd said this before, feeding your delusions, fabricating a world that you had lost yourself in. It was a sickening cycle that opened the same wound over and over again and if it happened again, you would inevitably bleed out. "I love you Y/n."

"I love you too," I said. When you pulled out of her grip this time, she didn't resist, her body falling to the floor as her tears began to fall thick and fast. You could hear her sobs rip through the empty house as you walked down the path, each one stabbing into your chest and reminding you that it was all over. This was goodbye.

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