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Natasha is a bit passive, her presence is powerful with a knowing empathy

- She doesn’t have to ask you what’s wrong. She already knows from her constant and natural analysis. And when she wasn’t there to see what caused your mood shift, she still notices it. Not why something is wrong, just silently acknowledging the fact that something is wrong

- She stays quiet while you stew, randomly pulling you out of your head till you’re back with her and ready to tell her what’s wrong. She never has to push, she coaxes your pain out till you allow her to hold the weight instead

- You think she doesn’t notice until:

• She orders your favorite takeout

• Makes you fresh tea/coffee

• Puts on your comfort movie, grabs a blanket, and settles close as she wraps you in her arms

- She doesn’t make it a big deal when tears fall. Her shoulder has always been a safe place to cry

-Her hands warms and soft as she wipes your tears

- Her lips gentle with a kiss to your cheek or forehead

- She doesn’t need to say “I’m here” because her actions are louder than any words she could form

- When you finally do tell her what’s wrong she listens with intent. Soaking up every word, not to respond but to understand. And if you need a response, she always knows what to say

A/n- quick story/no plot with older Mommy!reader and younger Sub!Wanda. 18+ Men DNI

You just got back from your date with Wanda and instructed her to start the shower. The water hopefully cooling the heat that also resulted from you being tipsy.

The water was warm as it poured down yours and Wanda’s body, but the kiss you two shared, dared to steam the rest of the bathroom. It was needy but grounded, your lips and hands sure of their desires as you push Wanda towards the shower bench.

When she sat down your breast sat perfectly at eye level. Inviting the brunette in for a taste. Your head lulled back at the feeling of her hot mouth against your nipple. But you had to look down, the sight before you too good to pass up. “God…you look so perfect when you suckle Mommy like that.” Your words only encouraging her more.

Did I take it too far? Would she tell me if I took it too far? 

My heart was pounding as blood rushed in my ears when I went to grab the bat. The sound of it banging against each step till I reached the top of the stairs. Words mumbled and muddled under my breath, words I hardly remember. Something about how I’ll show her just how much I hate her.

You hate me. You’re always mean to me. Blah Blah Blah.

Jokes or not, I’ll show her what she wants to see. Complaints always on her lips just for a little attention. It’s always the attention whores who don’t know how to beg. Who can’t ask nicely. And it’s always the masochists who want their boundaries pushed. All talk till there’s real fear in their veins.

So I broke a few support posts of the banister. Between the sound of the bat hitting the railing and the beams hitting the floor below, she peeked out from her locked position in the room. Only for a moment did I pause. Simply to visualize the harm coming to pass, but that time was enough for her to open the door further, out of more curiosity.

Her eyes widened like a deer caught in headlights just before attempting to shut the door. But not fast enough. I didn’t even notice the steps it took me to grab her by the back of her hair. Her head craned as I quickened my steps back to the banister.

When I removed my hand from her hair and placed it at the back of her neck, I could feel her pulse beating hard and fast just at the tips of my fingers. I wanted to show her that if I simply didn’t care, if I am so mean, then why is she here? So I did. 

I placed her on her knees and forced her to scoot forward.

“Move, before I do it for you.”

I pulled one hand behind her back and only pushed a little. I swear she wasn’t even close to falling…yet. Nonetheless, her free hand reached out to the railing above her on instinct to stop her from falling. And I stood there towering over her in presence, holding her life in my hands while she feared a death that tempted just below her. Visualizing the moment she would hit the cold, hard floor right before death made the same of her body.

I could feel the fear radiating off of her. The fact seemed to calm me, but only a little.

“If I hate you so much, maybe I should kill you right here.”

The words weren’t taunting, just plainly said as if my mind had already been made. I wouldn’t, but the threat appeared real in her eyes as the only thing keeping her from falling was a shaky arm and my support from behind.

And yet I still wasn’t satisfied. When I pulled her back, I got a chance to see the fear on her features and it tasted like victory. But I wasn’t done. Not until after I ordered her to strip naked and get on all fours in the bedroom while I grabbed a braided leather belt.

Even when she was shaking, a small I’m sorry whispered from her throat as I loomed behind her, I didn’t let up. It only fed me.

“You will be when I beat your ass till it bleeds.”

With each smack, I demanded those same words. I’m sorry. 

I didn’t let up till her flesh turned from red and irritated to purple and battered. Surely a few scraps hid themselves on the raw flesh. Surely to be a reminder of me, imprinted on her body.

Service switch Wanda/Natasha who is on their knees eating out reader. Meanwhile reader gets to watch them arch their back perfectly in front of them. Y/n’s hand hovering over the dial that controls how fast or slow the machine fucks the beautiful woman in front of them.

Every time reader is close to climax the machine is turned up just a little rougher, effectively making Wanda/Natasha lose her rhythm to quickening gasps and rising arousal that steals focus from the way their lips wrap around Y/n’s clit.

Reader completely in control as she edges herself and Wanda/Natasha over and over again, not wanting the moment to end. Y/n can hear the whines coming from the redhead between her thighs. It’s their only way they know how to beg.

The pattern becomes obvious, so when reader turns up the machine again the woman looks up at reader with piercing green eyes. Determination and desire filling their gaze as they continue to focus on reader’s pleasure. The eye contact, added moans, and the way strong hands grip flesh ultimately undo reader.

(i totally get it if you don't wanna do this🙃🫠)

How would Wanda react if her long-term girlfriend, her pillow princess, get hurt (SA'ed) while she was on a mission. and when Wanda comes back, her girlfriend is trying to hide it from her the whole time but Wanda finds out anyways.

Synopsis- top!reader, bottom!wanda

Reader visits Wanda for the first time after months of being long distance. Reader gets to appreciate Wanda in person instead of through a phone screen.

A/n- Just a sweet sensual sex scene, because if you know my writing, you know that’s what you’re most likely getting. And thank you to everyone who voted on my last poll. It was suppose to be a longer story but I ended up in the hospital.

Words- 1300+

A/n: Just a short one shot with slow kissing and grinding, because I was trying to wake up and this is what was happening in my mind. Not so much smutty but rather my sensual thoughts attempting to come to life.

800+ words (3rd POV) with Wanda/Reader

I want to put a vibe against her pussy, that I can control with a remote, while she watches me use her body for my pleasure.

I want to grind in her lap and whine in her ear while I get off to the sound her moans.

I want to tease myself and draw out every last bit of pleasure I possibly can.

If she finishes before me, and she will I want her to just sit and watch with her hands gripping every part of me she can reach.

I want to bounce in her lap and fuck myself on a silicone cock while my hand is around her neck. Squeezing her neck every time my walls clench so she can feel something.

I want to whisper praises to my good girl for letting me draw out my pleasure as long as I want.

I want to praise my good girl for watching Mama fuck herself on her lap.

I want to cum for her, but only if she can beg to see me unravel.

Dark Romance Natasha who “accidentally” bumps into you at a coffee shop after seeing you for the first time, crossing the street unaware of her staring.

Dark Romance Natasha who is waiting outside your apartment building and looking up at your window in her car while you assuming text back and forth.

Dark Romance Natasha who follows you around and learns yours way too predictable schedule.

Dark Romance Natasha who sneaks and puts hidden cameras in your place while you’re at work. Admiring every little detail of your apartment, from the clean clothes that haven’t been folded to the books littered across your living room. She takes a pair of panties as a memento.

Dark Romance Natasha who “keeps her distance” as she watches you in your natural element. All too familiar with your friends and hobbies once you invite her closer to your space.

Dark Romance Natasha who hunts men like prey. Her favorite kind? Anyone brave enough to talk to you when you go out. Anyone looking a little too long at her darling girl. And her favorite, your ex who still isn’t over you.

Dark Romance Natasha who scares you for the first time when she mentions something you never told her. Purposely letting you connect the dots on your exes “accident”.

Dark Romance Natasha who doesn’t take no for an answer. Even after you avoid her like the plague.

Dark Romance Natasha who traps you between her body and a hard wall. All too excited by the way your breath and pulse quicken. A clear smirk on her face as she leans into your neck.

Dark Romance Natasha who carves her initials into your thigh. Licking away any trailing blood and a proud smile from how you stopped trying to escape.

Dark Romance Natasha who fucks you with the handle on the knife. Licking off your cum before sheathing it back to her thigh.

Dark Romance Natasha who possessively fucks you. Whispering in your ear about how you belong to her and telling tales of all the people she’s hurt just to protect you. Each story bringing you closer to climax.

Dark Romance Natasha who you mistakenly fall in love with, because no one has cared the way she does.

Dark Romance Natasha who you would forgive over and over again. Feeding on the adrenaline that courses through you. Addicted to everything she does and everything she says.

I don’t think Wanda and Natasha would retreat or ignore you if you piss them off. I think your Doms would give you the undeniable attention you’ve been looking for.

I think they’d put you on display, face down ass up, and take turns spanking you. Using different objects ranging from their hands, a belt, a wooden spatula, a flogger, really anything they can find around the house.

Reducing you from a disobedient brat back to their quiet and whining little baby. Begging for forgiveness as you count how many times they’ve spanked you. And when you’re crying and gasping for air with pleas escaping your lips, that’s when they’d fuck you.

Picking out the biggest strap they own. It’s not one you take often as it’s used both for moments of punishment and pleasure depending on whose hips it’s attached to. That’s for you to decide.

The other would watch as you get your pussy stretched perfectly. Your mouth hanging open but nothing coming out as you get pounded into. It’s exactly how they want you. Finally a moment of silence after a day of your continuous attitude.

One of them would grab a marker and start writing words across your skin.

Disobedient Slut

Fuck Toy

Bratty Little Girl

Naughty Baby

Mommy’s Hole —>

Mama’s Crybaby

Needy Whore

And then they’d grab a camera—a Polaroid to be specific. You’d have pictures taken of you. Your tears streaming down your face, your bruised ass, your leaking and fucked out pussy.

Then Natasha and Wanda would take turns. Using the camera to capture this moment of you all fucked out with an attitude left way behind.

Natasha’s favorite photo would be in her point of view. Your pussy stretched out with the strap on half way in, while her fingers probe your puckered little hole. The purple of your ass cheeks prominent with the flash on the camera and your cum coating her silicone cock.

Wanda’s favorite photo from that night would be of you and her sitting in front of the mirror. Her back to it and you facing your reflection on her lap. The photo captures Wanda’s face buried in your neck, her arms tightly wrapped around your waist, and a peak of the dildo that’s making you feel full and overstimulated. It also captured the imprints of her bite mark on your shoulder and arm, hair a complete mess, hickeys littered all over your neck, the words written on your skin, and your scrunched face in the mirror with tear stained cheeks.

Your Doms took their time that night—punishing you, edging you, overstimulating you, and caressing you.

Even after all the frustration, after the spanking, fucking, degrading, they never failed to show up with aftercare. Bathing your exhausted muscles in a hot bath. Making sure to be gentle both for your sensitive skin and because they didn’t want to completely wash the words on your skin away just yet. They offered water and a snack followed by an unlimited amount of cuddles, kisses, and peaceful reassurances before you couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Left to dream about your actions and consequences, knowing you had the proof on your body to remember this for at least a week.

But as much as you loved to be their baby, they knew their brat was lurking right behind, ready to be tamed for another night repeated like tonight’s.

She’s sitting on the bathroom counter and helping you fasten the straps around your hips. She pulls you closer by the front of the harness until the strap is teasing her entrance. Watching you and that fascinated look as you glance between your bodies. It’s cute, the excitement on your face and shyness tensing your shoulders.

Wanda reaches for your neck and kisses below your ear before directing you, “Go slow baby. I just wanna try something new.” And she pulls you into her by your lower back.

The moment the dildo pushes into her, stretching her perfectly, she takes in a sharp breath and tenses. You can feel it and you stop, so once again, she directs you, “Keep going detka.”

And you do, inching in slowly until your hips meet hers. She’s barely sitting on the edge of the counter while she uses your body for support. This was new to the both of you. But you would do anything Wanda asked if it made her feel good. And secretly Wanda was curious about this particular dildo she would use on you. It had a little more girth with veins running through it for a better sensation.

The both of you seemed to get what neither of you were expecting when you bottomed out and pushed back in. The moan that came from Wanda was the definition of sinful. Deep and long to match the same way you were stroking her.

Your favorite sound in the world and yet it sounded so foreign this time. Wanda typically has control over herself. Sounding breathy and shaky as she climaxes, but this, something about it was even more addicting. So you do it again, dragging out the toy and snapping your hips back into her repeatedly. This time she clings to you along with her moans. It’s desperate and needy as she wraps her legs around you, “Fuck baby. Keep-keep fucking mommy like that.” It’s rare she can’t get out her words. There’s something about the way she sounds and the way her head drops to your shoulder before throwing it back with a long groan. There’s something about the way her tits bounce with each thrust as she leans back. There’s something about the breaths she has to take just so she can finish her sentence. Yet somehow she’s still willing to taunt her precious baby. “Is this how you feel when I fuck you baby? Needy and full, but still wanting more?”

You may be the one fucking into her but she still knows how to slip you into that fuzzy headspace that desires to please her. “Answer me.” She demands when you stay silent with awe. You’d think your brain could muster up a more confident “yes” but it comes out with a pathetic squeak.

“You’re just mamas pretty little cock slut, aren’t you?” You nod your head, it was all you could do as you felt yourself throb and clench around nothing. “I can see why. You feel so fucking good inside me baby. Don’t stop. You’re being such a good girl for mama.”

Garage band Natasha Romanoff who plays the bass, because I don’t care what anyone says the bass is the sexiest instrument. She’s cool and collected on the outside but she’s actually a shy little nerd on the inside. A perfect contrast and you’re the only one who gets to see all of her corners.

She’s just mindlessly playing chords for a new song her band is trying to come up with. You two had your naked cuddle time. She didn’t put her clothes back on, so she’s just mindlessly walking around while she fingers the bass. You’re almost jealous of the instrument even though you were just in its position moments before.

Everything she does is enticing and your fingers begin to travel south on their own accord. Natasha’s focused with her eyes closed as you both feel the loud bass in your chest.

Your fingers easily slide past your entrance and a small moan pulls Natasha’s focus away.

“Ah ah. Keep playing.”

“But-“

“Keep. Playing.”

You immediately demand. Sure you’d rather have her fingers but they’re occupied right now and she just looks so fucking hot just the way she is. Her eyes never pull away from your body. Roaming over your breast, down your curves, and to your bucking hips.

It’s not enough to make you cum, so you reach into the nightstand for a special toy that can do the job. A wand for fun, since it’s basically shaped like a microphone. You can see and feel the need radiating off Natasha. Her fingers slowing down and the bass quieting.

“Keep practicing your bass, my love. While I sing for you.”

This time she listens without a word. Her fingers started up again, her strong legs staying in place, and the shoulder strap finding its place between her breast. It was all perfect.