#ScarletWidow

[delulu-with-wandanat]

(how I imagine) Wanda doing the "Watch my gf" trend.

Natasha, minding her own business whilst cleaning her gun in the common room. Wanda then enters the room with phone in front of her face.

Natasha: Hi, detka-

Wanda, setting down the phone: Hey guys, can you just watch my girlfriend for a sec, thanks.

Natasha:

Wanda, walks away:

Natasha looks back and forth at the phone and Wanda's disappearing figure.

Natasha: ...Wands, what's going on?

Wanda, from afar: I'll be right back, just watch my girlfriend!

Natasha: ???

Natasha, proceeds to clean her gun but awkwardly looking at the camera pointing at her.

Natasha, leaning forward: Is this recording?

Looks around awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Looks at gun in hand. Natasha, shows her gun like a beauty influencer showing a lipstick.

Natasha: This is a Glock 26, I take this on every mission. It's small but durable and-

[coven-of-chaos-magic]

[auroraromaximoff]

Nat: You know Archaic Latin ?

Y/n: I got bored with classical Latin.

Wanda: You know normal Latin?

Y/n: Yeah, someone from my sewing class taught me.

Nat/Wanda: YOU TEACH A SEWING CLASS?!

Y/n: You two don’t know everything about me

[mepazaldrizes]

I do not care that Vision was the father of Wanda’s kids. Tommy is 100% Nat’s son and i’m not arguing about it.

[ravenirene]

Wandanat by Lostnflamess on twt

[chaxan08]

Yelena: Question one: If you could choose anyone in the world, who would you want as a dinner guest?

Natasha: Honestly, I would choose Wanda.

Yelena: Awe. I would choose a janitor, because I'm about to throw up.

[lalixlizzie]

Wanda: Wait, are you flirting with me?

Natasha: Have been for the past three years, but thanks for noticing.

[selfcestmovies]

WandaNat #MirrorSex

It starts with a glance.

Natasha stands in front of the mirror in their shared room at the Avengers compound. She had gotten distracted again, while changing out of her Black Widow attire after another grueling assignment in the field. Her muscles tense, eyes fixed on her reflection, but there’s something else in the way she watches herself tonight—an unspoken tension, the weight of unspent energy from their last mission hanging in the air. Wanda entered the room and took a lingering moment to watch her with a small, knowing smile.

“You always do that,” Wanda says, her voice low and teasing. “Stare at yourself like you’re sizing up an opponent.”

Natasha glances over her shoulder, the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk. “Old habits. Need to make sure I can still kick ass.”

Wanda’s eyes glint as she sits up, the red aura of her powers sparking faintly around her fingers. “You’re more than that, Nat.”

There’s a heat between them that’s been simmering for weeks, but tonight, it feels different. Deeper. More dangerous. Wanda’s gaze lingers on Natasha’s body, tracing into the air between them the curve of her hips, the definition in her abs, the way her muscles shift as she moves. Natasha doesn’t say anything, but she feels it—the phantom touch of Wanda's fingers and the weight of the witch's eyes on her.

“I can feel you staring,” Natasha says, her voice dropping an octave as she meets Wanda’s gaze in the mirror.

Wanda stands, crossing the room slowly, her bare feet soft against the floor. She stops just behind Natasha, her hand hovering an inch from her waist, teasing the air between them before finally resting her palm against Natasha’s skin. Natasha’s breath hitches at the contact, and for a moment, she closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of Wanda’s warmth against her back.

“You’re beautiful,” Wanda whispers, her lips brushing the shell of Natasha’s ear. She knew that Natasha Romanoff, despite all her allure and brilliance, needed to hear those words.

Natasha opens her eyes, her gaze locking with her own reflection, watching as Wanda’s hands travel up her sides, her fingers grazing the edge of her bra before sliding back down to her hips. There’s something about seeing herself like this—vulnerable, exposed, but undeniably powerful—that makes her pulse quicken. Wanda’s touch is like a spark.

Wanda smiles as if she can feel the shift in Natasha’s thoughts, her fingers tracing lazy circles on Natasha’s skin. “You like this, don’t you? Seeing yourself like this…”

Natasha doesn’t answer, but the way her breath quickens gives her away. She leans back into Wanda’s touch, her body arching slightly as Wanda’s hands explore her, slowly pulling the black tactical leather off her shoulders.

“You want to see more, don’t you?” Wanda’s voice is sultry, teasing, and Natasha’s eyes darken as she watches herself in the mirror, watching Wanda’s hands on her body.

There’s a flicker of red at the edge of the mirror, and Natasha’s reflection suddenly shifts—not just an image anymore, but something tangible. Her reflection smirks back at her, moving with a confidence that Natasha recognizes all too well.

“What did you do?” Natasha’s voice is low, almost breathless, but there’s an edge of curiosity in it.

Wanda’s grin widens as she presses her lips to Natasha’s neck, her voice a soft purr against her skin. “I thought you might want to play.”

In the mirror, Natasha’s reflection steps forward, out of the glass, an exact duplicate. She moves in sync with Natasha for a moment, equally as confounded by the spell, it seemed, as though testing the boundaries of the enchantment.

The real Natasha’s breath catches as she stares at herself—her double, an identical copy, down to the smallest detail. The mirror-Natasha grins, her eyes glinting with the same mischief that always hides behind the assassin’s cool exterior, but now there’s something darker in it. Something primal.

Wanda’s fingers curl around Natasha’s waist, holding her steady as the Natasha copy continues to step forward from out of the frame of the mirror, closing the distance between them. “You’ve always been good at controlling yourself, Natasha. But what if you didn’t have to?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, her eyes locked on her mirror-self. The double moves in close, pressing against her, the heat of her body mirroring Natasha’s own. She’s standing in front of a living, breathing reflection of herself—every curve, every scar, every inch of her, perfectly replicated.

The double’s hand slides up Natasha’s arm, teasingly slow, before curling around the back of her neck. “You ever wonder what it’s like?” her double whispers, voice low and sultry, sending a shiver down Natasha’s spine.

Natasha’s lips part, her heart pounding in her chest, but before she can respond, her double’s lips are on hers. The kiss is hard, demanding, a mirror of Natasha’s own intensity, and she gasps into it, her hands instinctively grabbing her double’s waist, pulling her closer.

Wanda watches, her eyes glowing faintly as she keeps her hand on Natasha’s waist, guiding her. “That’s it… don’t hold back.”

Natasha can feel her double’s body pressed against hers, the heat, the familiar curves, the taste of her own lips. It’s overwhelming, intoxicating in a way she didn’t expect. Her double’s hands roam her body, mirroring the way Natasha has touched others in the past, but now it’s her own body being worshipped, explored.

Wanda leans in, her lips brushing Natasha’s ear. “How does it feel, Natasha? To lose control? To let go?”

Natasha groans softly, her head tilting back as her double’s lips trail down her neck, kissing, biting, teasing. It’s surreal, feeling the pleasure of her own touch, the way her body responds to itself. It’s like stepping into a dream—one that’s both terrifying and exhilarating.

Her double grabs her firmly, spinning Natasha around and against the glass of the mirror, now back into its original corporeal place. Nat lets the copy pin her wrists above her head with a strength that mirrors Natasha’s own. Their eyes meet, and for a moment, Natasha sees herself—really sees herself—without the walls, without the mask. She’s always been in control, always the one pulling the strings, but now… now she’s letting herself be seen, touched, consumed by her own desires.

Wanda’s magic hums around them, a soft red glow filling the room as the mirror enchantment deepens, heightening the sensations. “Don’t hold back,” Wanda murmurs, her voice a soft command. “Show yourself what you’ve been hiding.”

Natasha leans into the kiss, into the moment, and for the first time in a long time, she lets go.

[widowpunx]

So freaking happy someone is writing wandanat, I get so tired of all reader insert stuff. Can you write one where G!PNatasha takes Wanda to her first club to celebrate her birthday and some hot dom starts hitting on Wanda and it pisses Nat off and so naturally she ends up getting really possessive and they end up having fantastic drunk sex and Nat figures out that Wanda may be a little kinkier than she realized.

I'm having a super rough day so that would really be a silver lining in all of it.

My Favorite Need

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff/Natasha Romanoff

Rated: Explicit [Just 18+]

Words: 3,614

This work contains: Explicit Sex Scenes. Natasha Romanov Has a Penis, Fingerfucking, Vaginal Sex, Dirty Talk, Drunk Sex. Possessive Natasha Romanov, Sub Wanda Maximoff, Dom Natasha Romanov, Jealous Natasha Romanov, Wanda is a Tease.

English is not my first language. Sorry for any mistake

Hope you enjoy and makes your day a thousand times better

Wanda had no plans for her birthday after all the unfortunate events that happened the last few weeks, like escaping the raft and becoming an international fugitive but her teammates decided to cheer her up. Steve baked her a birthday cake, Sam gave her the last two books of the Harry Potter saga of which she was a great lover and Natasha gave her a nice black leather jacket and a nice silver necklace with a pretty scarlet jewel which were to Wanda's liking, she loved leather jackets and the necklace was a nice gift. Wanda couldn't help that nice flutter in her chest when Natasha placed the delicate necklace around her neck.

For the first time in a long time Wanda was very excited about her 26th birthday. The surprises seemed to be endless as Natasha decided to invite her to a nightclub for the first time. She was anxious to meet a nightclub for the first time in her life, it could be a fun place to dance. Natasha assured her that this nightclub was the best in Prague. Steve didn't agree with the girls going to a public place like that as it might attract attention but Natasha assured him that she would take care of Wanda. While Steve and Sam would be watching the surroundings of the safe house Natasha and Wanda would be celebrating.

Wanda wore a black dress that Pepper had given her on her last birthday. The dress highlighted her figure and her red hair, she wore black makeup around her green eyes to make them shine even more. Natasha picked her up at the old safe house and gave her a warm hug.

"Happy birthday, little witch." Natasha told her with a sweet crooked smile as her eyes moved up and down admiring the young sokovian girl's beauty. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," Wanda told her, smiling back and trying not to blush. Natasha looked great just in black jeans, combat boots and a black leather jacket and her red hair shining and flowing down her shoulders.

"Come on, I'll show you what a real party is like. Just you and me and vodka to celebrate this very special occasion." Natasha told her, leading Wanda out of the safe house where a black audi was waiting parked on the street.

They arrived at the place and got in without having to wait, thanks to the fact that Natasha knew the owner of the nightclub. The nightclub was full of people, strobe lights all over the place while the hard beats of the music makes every part of Wanda vibrate. Natasha took Wanda's hand and led her to the dance floor. Natasha started to move to the music, and Wanda felt a little awkward as she didn't know how to dance, however Wanda let herself go as she felt Natasha holding her close and swaying to the music.

Wanda smiled broadly as she felt a happiness fill her chest, for a moment she forgot that she was a wanted fugitive and instead she was a normal girl enjoying her birthday. Natasha and Wanda drank some vodka to start the night, however by the fourth vodka Wanda started to feel dizzy but happy.

The happiness inside her increased as she noticed Natasha looking at her with sparkling eyes. Wanda wondered if Natasha had realized her feelings. Wanda had felt more than friendship for the spy for a long time but after Natasha released her from the raft her crush became more intense. Wanda wanted to tell her how she felt, but she didn't know how.

She didn't want to risk embarrassing herself and end up heartbroken if Natasha didn't feel the same way. Worse yet Wanda was afraid of ruining her friendship with Nat. Maybe Natasha just saw her as a little sister.

"You want a beer this time?" asked Natasha, after dancing to several songs.

"Yes, please." nodded Wanda as she finished her vodka tonic, her cheeks a little flushed. "A beer sounds great."

" Wait here, I'll get the beers." Natasha told her with a smile, before going towards the bar.

Wanda was left alone on the dance floor, and took the opportunity to look around. She saw many people dancing and drinking minding their own business and everyone seemed to be having a good time. Meanwhile, a drunk man approached her from behind and whispered in her ear.

"Hey, beautiful, what are you doing alone in a place like this?

Wanda was startled and turned to see who it was. She had to make a great effort not to use her magic and throw the drunk guy into the air. He was a tall, muscular man with shaved head in a red shirt and tight jeans. He had an arrogant smile and red eyes that looked at her as if she was a piece of meat.

" I'm not alone." Wanda said, trying to get away.

"Who are you coming with?" asked the drunken man, taking a step forward, "Where is your date? I don't see it anywhere.

"On the bar getting us some drinks," said Wanda nervously. Her heart was pounding as she fiddled with her fingers, a clear sign of nervousness in her.

"Well, while your imaginary friend comes back, why don't we dance a little?" the man said, taking her by the waist and pulling her closer to him. His accent was harsh.

Wanda felt uncomfortable and scared at the same time. She could use her magic but she didn't want to make a fuss and putting Natasha, Sam and Steve at risk if someone called the police. It was unpleasant when the man pressed her against his body and brushed her face with his. She tried to pull away, but he was stronger than she was. Wanda needed her magic.

"Get away from me." Wanda mumbled, her body all tense."

"Come on, doll. Don't be shy," the drunken man said, winking at her. "I can get you out of here and take you to my apartment if you want."

"I don't like you. I'm not crazy to go with drunk idiot like you." Wanda hissed this time not noticing that a very angry Natasha was walking towards them.

"I like it when bitches like you act tough. In the end they're the ones begging for more cock" the man had a nasty grin on his face.

Wanda was about to respond to the asshole for that disgusting comment but a familiar voice interrupted her. "The girl said to let her go, asshole!" Natasha shouted at him, her voice clear and loud over the pounding music.

"Who are you?" said the drunken man confronting Natasha.

"She's my girlfriend." This time it was Wanda who answered as her face reddened at what she had said. She couldn't believe she had said that. Maybe the vodka in her system made her say such nonsense. Internally she was screaming. "Oh shit! Oh shit!" praying that Natasha wouldn't get mad at her for saying they were girlfriends.

Fortunately Natasha played along as she stepped in front of Wanda.

"Girlfriend? Ha ha ha ha I don't believe you." the man said, teasing the two but his smile faded when Natasha pulled Wanda close and kissed her. The first touch of Natasha's lips against hers sent her to heaven. Wanda was speechless, for a moment she forgot how to breathe. She couldn't believe what was happening, it seemed like the world had stopped around them. Natasha was kissing her. It was what she had dreamed of for so long.

As a smile appeared on her lips, Wanda opened her mouth allowing Natasha to deepen the kiss. They kissed passionately, and forgot about everything else. The heat of Natasha's body pressed against hers was totally intoxicating, Wanda didn't want this moment to ever end. Natasha's lips tasted like vodka and cherry. Wanda realized that Natasha was a fucking good kisser. The man looked at them with rage and helplessness, fortunately the security of the place arrived and took him out of the nightclub.

Natasha was the first to break the kiss to the bad luck of Wanda who could spend all night kissing Nat. The redhead whispered in her ear. "Come with me."

Wanda didn't have time to answer she simply followed Natasha who led her up some stairs to the second floor of the club where there were some private rooms with beds and big curtains at the entrances to offer some privacy to those couples who wanted to have an intimate moment

"Oh god! What are you doing, Natasha?!" Wanda gasped as Natasha pressed her up against the wall.

"So did you say you were my girlfriend, right?"

"Sorry, Nat. That was a very stupid thing to say." Wanda began to apologize. However she couldn't believe the peculiar situation she found herself in.

"No need to apologize, little witch. I actually like the idea of you being my girlfriend." Natasha chuckled as she used her body to press Wanda against the wall. The witch almost groaned when Natasha cupped her left tit and gently squeezing it. Wanda gasped as Natasha laugh and pressed warm kisses on her neck.

Natasha has had her eyes on the Sokovian girl ever since she joined the team, but with every battle and every moment with her only served to make Natasha realize that she loved the girl. Wanda was sweet and smart, and incredibly gorgeous with a pretty face and bright green eyes, and also a gorgeous pair of large tits and a sweet ass. It was just a crush she said to herself the last two years but after what happened with that drunken asshole she'd decided that she would try to make Wanda hers.

Wanda couldn't help but feel a little excited when Natasha pulled down the cleavage of her dress and exposed her bare tits. The touch of Natasha was something more. Everything was happening so fast but at the same time so slow. She wanted to have something really intimate with Natasha. She would be lying if she said no. Wanda has spent whole days fantasizing about Natasha. Her fantasies and desires had only gotten hotter since she discovered Natasha's secret.

One sleepless morning Wanda made herself a cup of tea and started wandering the halls of the complex but abruptly stopped when she noticed noises coming from one of the gyms. Glancing inside she saw Natasha hitting the punching bag. Wanda's mouth went dry as she noticed the view of a very sweaty Natasha practicing some boxing moves. She liked to see the way her arm muscles bulged out. Suddenly her jaw dropped when noticed the outline of a prick on her shorts. Natasha had a penis! The realization almost made her faint. Wanda has never been the same since she discovered Natasha's secret.

Wanda groaned as Natasha pressed her hard against the wall and more forcefully rubbed her stiff nipple. The sokovian witch felt a surge of excitement as her mentor pressed her strong body up against hers. Wanda inhaled sharpy as soon as she could feel a huge bulge rubbing against her crotch.

"Oh god!," Wanda said with wide eyes, her legs were shaking. Natasha's bulge was huge and stiff. Wanda can feel it throbbing against her crotch. She was embarrassed to feel her panties all wet at this point.

"Can you feel it, uh?" Natasha murmured with a smile as she watched Wanda's flushed face.

Wanda didn't have the courage to respond however she nodded as her cheeks grew even redder. She stopped breathing when Natasha took her right hand and slide it down her crotch where her bulging prick was.

"Oh Nat!" Wanda gasped in response as she felt the huge bulge in her jeans. Natasha was awakening a side in her she never knew she had. There was a pleasant tingle between her thighs, and soft throb in her clit. She realized that she was getting wet, very wet under Natasha's touch.

Natasha wasted no time and removed the leather jacket that fell to the floor a minute later leaving Wanda's chest exposed to her eyes with only the small silver necklace with the scarlet jewel adorning her neck.

"Bozhe moi, what a pretty tits," Natasha said, squeezing Wanda's beautiful tits. She couldn't help but pinch her left nipple. That only turned Wanda on. As she continued to kneading her tits, the redhead witch began to get all hot. It was then Natasha slide her free hand slowly worked down her flat belly to the hem of the dress Wanda was wearing.

Wanda shivered when Natasha pressed her soft lips against hers and gave her a hot wet kiss. Natasha was tasting Wanda's mouth and devouring her moans as she began to tug at her wet red panties with her hand. Not wasting time Natasha quickly pushed her index finger into her drooling pussy and began sliding it in and out.

Suddenly Wanda groaned as she threw her head back in pleasure. "Ahhh!" It was a blessing that the loud music of the club drowned out her moan, otherwise they probably would have heard her all the way to the dance floor.

Wanda was breathing hard as Natasha smiled and her finger buried deeper into her pussy. In seconds she began to wildly moan and spread her legs wider as the finger fucked deeper and deeper into her tingling dephts.

"You're super tight, Wanda! What a tight honey pot you have down here, baby!" Natasha hummed in her ear as as added another finger and explore the depths of Wanda's sweet pussy. She couldn't believe how wet the gorgeous witch was, her hand was bathed with her sweet pussy juices.

Wanda was enjoying the pleasant fingerfuck. She was almost was almost there! Ready to cum! Natasha's touch on her pussy were sending thrills up and down her spine. Her head was dizzy and spinning. Not even realizing what she was doing, Wanda giggled and reached down and began kneading Natasha's throbbing cock with her hand.

"Oh yes! Touch me! Yeah! Yeah!" Natasha encouraged her with a devilish smile curving her lips. "Open my pants and pulled out my prick."

Wanda no necesitaba que le dijeran dos veces. She just nodded and bit her lower lips, with her right hand she began to unbutton the pants and lower the zipper. Wanda noticed Natasha's prick seemed to swell and throb as she lowered the zipper. It was a surprise to notice that Natasha didn't wear any underwear, so his huge cock burst out from its confines. Wanda almost drooled as she saw Natasha's beautiful prick protruding from her crotch. It was long and thick with blue veins around it.

Wanda inhaled sharply and grabbed her hard prick as Natasha laughed softly and continued to explore Wanda's wet pussy, playing with her clit. A soft moan fell from her mouth as Wanda began to jerk on Natasha's cock. It seemed to throb in her hand, as the tip drooled droplets of transparent pre-cum.

"Like it, huh?" Natasha asked. The hot flush now covered Wanda's neck and tits.

"Oh yeah! Feels so good!" Wanda nodded in approval and began to moan as she approached orgasm. Her hand wrapped around Natasha's throbbing prick."I love your fingers in me. It feels so good"

"I love to play with your pussy, baby!" Natasha whispered as Wanda continued to jerk her aching cock. She groaned in appreciative ecstasy and began to spread hot kisses on Wanda's neck as she added the third finger and fucked her.

Wanda was ready to reach her climax, and she suspect that by the way Natasha was groaning and kissing her neck, she was ready to cum too. She could hear the slurping sound her fingers were making in her wet pussy. It was sexy to hear that. She couldn't contain herself any longer.

"Oh, Nat! Mmmm that's nice! Mmmm!" Wanda gasped, her throat was dry, her body was melting. Finally she came, moaning and giggling. It was then she felt Natasha's prick throb and spewing cum all over her hand.

Wanda looked down just in time to see Natasha's cumming. She kept stroking Natasha's cock for a long time. It seemed as if she would never stop cumming. Certainly Wanda was amazed at the amount. Her hand was a mess, some ropes of semen fell on the carpeted floor.

"God, that was sexy!" Wanda thought with a smile. She felt an incredible urgency of kneel and lick all Natasha's creamy semen. Without thinking, she put her wet fingers in her mouth and tasted Natasha's semen. She was surprised how delicious the creamy seed tasted, it was a little salty, but it still tasted so delicious.

"Taste good, little slut?" Natasha just laughed in response.

"Uh huh" Wanda nodded with her fingers still stuck in her mouth. Still horny, Natasha gently pushed her down on couch in the middle of the room and said: "Now you horny little slut, it's time to fuck you."

Wanda fell on the couch and watch the dominant redhead standing over her, her thick cock hard throbbing in the air. She hummed softly and grabbed her huge cock and guided it to her glistening cunt hole. "Fuck me hard! I need it so bad! I'm all wet and ready for you!"

For a moment Wanda couldn't believe what she had said, after all, the woman before her was her mentor. But her emotions and her urgent needs were too much for her, and at the moment she just wanted to get fucked by Natasha's huge cock.

"Tell me who do you belong to? Come on I want to hear you say my name!." Natasha had a seductive smile on her face , her hand wrapped around her throbbing prick.

"To you. Only you." Wanda replied shakily and noted the delight in Natasha's eyes as she guiding her prick and inserted the bulbous cockhead between the lips of her pussy. Seeing the lustful expression on Wanda's blushed face, Natasha slowly shoved the inch after inch of her thick cock into her warm tight pussy.

"Ohhhh! Fuck!!" Wanda had to closer her eyes and moaned as Natasha lunged forward, sending her thick cock deeply into her. She was enjoying the new stimulation so much but she thought that she was going to be split in two by Natasha.

Natasha groaned and pulled back for a moment and gave the gorgeous witch a moment to adapt the size before she fucked her. Wanda was shaking up and down as Natasha slowly withdrew her cock till only the tip remained, then she slide it in and out. Slowly she began to stablish a constant hard rhythm. 

"Ohhhh goddd!" Wanda groaned in delight, for the hard thrusts she began to have delicious effects on her semi-naked body. She couldn't believe the sensations that were filling her body. The initial discomfort was vanishing and turning into pleasure as the veiny shaft was slicing through her inflamed and glistening folds.

"Oh, baby! You're so tight and hot for me!" Natasha growled and began to speed up her thrusts. She smiled as she felt Wanda's quivering legs raise up and encircle her ass. Wanda was also smiling but mostly groaning as her feminine hips rose to meet each of her hard thrusts.

Holy shit! Wanda had never been more excited. Natasha was satisfying her more than any person in the world. Natasha was hitting all the sweet spots within her as goosebumps covered her skin.

"I'm cumming! Oh Natasha! I'm cumming!" Wanda giggled happily as her body began to shiver. Her nails raked across Natasha's strong back ass as she pulled her closer. "Cum in me! Oh yes! Give it to me!" She moaned in ecstasy as her drooling pussy convulse and tingle. All the situation was amazing. Her body was burning with intense happiness, her sticky pussy juices ran down onto her inner thighs. Natasha continued fucking her with a devilish smile on her face.

Wanda she was ready to cum again. She climaxed twice in the previous fifteen minutes, but she was ready to cum again. What an incredible experience! Natasha was grunting with eyes closed and pumped her prick into her spasming pussy. Wanda squealed in delight at the sensation. She wanted to feel Natasha's semen filling her pussy and painting her depths..

"Oh, baby, your pussy is so tight, I'm gonna shoot all my cum into you!" Natasha growled as she began to fuck faster into her pussy. "Would you like that?"

"Ohhhh yesss!!" Wanda groaned in delight and closed her eyes, loved the way Natasha was forcing her huge prick into her, each penetration was delicious, splitting her in two and leaving her breathless. Her own orgasm was building and ready to explode like a super nova.

"Faster, baby! ... Fuck me harder and faster!" Wanda was giggling as Natasha give her a few rough thrusts into her cunt and then a torrent of semen exploded from her aching prick. "Oh that's good! Mmmm!" Wanda babbled, her words came out in short heavy breaths. She felt the warm semen filling her and then her tingling pussy dephts around Natasha's cock. For a moment Wanda wished she would never stop cumming as her own orgasm engulfed her body. Wanda was shaking violently and struggling to breath, feeling Natasha's semen ran freely out of her pussy and down her ass.

Finally, Natasha kissed her on the lips and pulled off her semi hard prick "If you don't mind I'd like to continue exploring that kinky side of you little witch."

"I don't mind at all." Wanda laughed tiredly. Her first fuck with Natasha made her eager to repeat more experiences with Natasha. Just having this woman to satisfy the intense desires in her. At the end of the day her 26th birthday turned out better than expected.

[thewitchandtheassassin]

A Pirate’s Life for Me Part Seven (Wanda M x Reader x Natasha R.)

Summary: Life is never simple

Warnings: Violence, smut

A/N: Howdy.

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Door slamming open as two drunken bodies slammed into it, you giggled wildly as Wanda blindly slapped it closed, her mouth never leaving yours. One hand tangled in your hair, she walked you back towards the rented bed before shoving you onto it with a vigor you hadn’t expected, but surely welcomed. Staring up at the glorious sight, brunette locks cascaded around her face as she yanked off her vest and undershirt and for a moment as they fell away, she stopped being a feared captain of the seas.

Now, she was simply your Wanda.

She was tipsy, the crew having celebrated the latest victory against the empire in some obscure tavern the moment you’d reached a port, but her movements were so fervent and desperate that it only served to sober you. Reminding you that the life you chose was worth it. All the moments of glory meant nothing. All that mattered was her – and this.

She wanted you and by the gods, you wanted her more than you’d ever wanted anything else.

You’d invited Natasha to join you, tempting the other captain with a playful bat of your eyes and crook of your fingers, but she’d waved you off with a knowing grin. She often spent time with you both individually and together but it wasn’t often that you bedded Wanda alone and she knew you needed that time as much as she did.

Besides, she’d bet Yelena far too much gold that she could outdrink the young pirate to back out now.

Tossing your own clothes aside, harsh fingers found purchase on sun-kissed hips as Wanda straddled your waist, her hair a soft curtain around your faces as her lips reunited with yours once more. Swallowing her wanton moan, your grip tightened until you were fairly positive she’d have your finger prints sprawled across her skin long after they were gone. Tasting the liquor on her tongue and the desire on her mouth, you were quick to swap positions, pinning the feared pirate leader to the bed. The fierce warrior on the battlefield was nowhere to be seen, replaced by a desperate woman who needed to be touched – used – like a…

“My, my, aren’t you a pretty whore,” you cooed teasingly, gripping her throat in a confident grip, the pressure firm but comforting. “Humping me like a mongrel in heat. Shameful. I bet you would’ve let me fuck you in front of the entire crew if I’d asked. Bent over the barkeep’s table while Natasha and I took turns unraveling you.”

A choked whine escaped kiss-swollen lips as Wanda’s hips lifted urgently, grinding against nothing.

Smiling mercilessly, you dragged your teeth across her shoulder, her chest, leaving bruises and bites in your wake, before skipping over straining, pert nipples. Tongue tracing over the lines of her stomach, dipping into the divots of her hips.

It felt delicious but you were driving her mad, ignoring the places she wanted you.

Your hands fell to her sides, keeping the squirming pirate’s lower half immobile on the mattress. You took the time to explore, nibbling along prominent hipbones before finally inching your mouth closer to her dripping core. The smell was intoxicating and the memory of her taste left you frantic, drawing you in like a moth to flame.

Like a pirate to gold, you smirked.

At the first flick of your tongue, Wanda nearly bawled in relief as you began to suckle and tease her aching clit. Hot and wet and persistent, she couldn’t tell what was lip or tongue or fingers as you tortured her in the best possible way. It was overwhelming and too much but also not enough? She didn’t know up from down or what day it was but she knew that if you stopped now, she’d cry.

Walls fluttered around your digits as you continued to thrust into the mewling brunette, her need painting your mouth as she grinded into the sensations you were pulling throughout her body. Every nerve was alight, every inch of her glistening in sweat as she chased her release.

One thrust.

“Oh gods, don’t stop.”

Thrust.

“Please, I’m so fucking close.”

Thrust, thrust, suck.

“Please, please, please, please!”

The orgasm crashed into her like a tidal wave. A storm out at sea. She could swear she saw the gods and goddesses above. Everything was light and sound and taste before darkness. Before her bones disappeared and she became nothing more than pleasure within her own skin.

Dropping boneless onto the mattress, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding in her ears, Wanda smiled serenely up at the ceiling, hips jumping with every lick as you cleaned up the nectar you craved. There was something about her – and Natasha – that drove you to the brink of insanity and back, a constant craving sitting in your belly as you wished for a moment alone with them.

-X-

Stumbling down into the bar the next morning, wincing as the sunlight only served to further the pounding in your skull, you signaled the barkeep for breakfast as your head fell upon the sticky, wooden surface of an empty table. You had no idea how long it took for food to arrive, a glass of mead slamming down beside it, but the smell both hungered and disgusted you. Wanting to be ill but starving, hunger won out as you wolfed down the presented meal.

Forcing the last bite, you glanced up to study the dining area. You were the only member of your crew who’d ventured down for breakfast, but other patrons and denizens milled about, some just as hung over as you while others looked refreshed and cheery. What caught your eye though, was a familiar face in an unfamiliar place.

“Rumlow,” you mumbled, shoving your plate away.

He was glaring at you, sunlight glinting off the pistol he had pointed in your direction. It was subtly resting atop the table – like it had always been there – in a way that most would overlook it, but not you. Glancing down, you considered your options. Flipping the table over would only trigger a fight you were ill-equipped for and if you had to wager, there were others in this tavern who were likely working with him.

Outnumbered and outgunned, you sneered internally, cursing yourself for only adorning your dagger this morning.

He nodded towards the door, thumb falling to the hammer of his pistol when you refused to move. You watched his eyes flicker towards another gentleman near the stairs, a silent signal that left a ball of lead tumbling into the pit of your stomach. Natasha and Wanda had been passed out when you’d snuck out of bed, the liquor heavy in their veins. If he found them…

Choking back your rising panic, you stood up from your chair hastily and began walking to the door, thoughts racing. There was no way you could get to them without some measure of resistance and there was no easy, fool-proof way to stop Rumlow that wouldn’t cost a handful of people their lives.

The stale, salty air stung your eyes as you stepped into the daylight, squinting against the harsh sun. It was still early, the lack of travelers evident as you slowly inched away from the door and towards the side of the tavern. It’d be nearly impossible to determine which room had been yours, your memories hazy with lust and liquor, but almost every room had been seized by a member of the crew. Hurriedly grasping a few rocks in your hand, you spun as the door swung open and you came.

“My, my, being a pirate sure has done wonders for you,” Rumlow leered as he took you in, dragging his tongue along his teeth in a way that left you shuddering with revulsion. “Be a good pet and come quietly. There’s no need for bloodshed. You’ve had your fun; now I want my wife.”

Counting his paces silently, you waited until he was only three steps away before spitting in his face with righteous indignation and disgust. He sputtered in surprise, haphazardly wiping the spittle from his flesh - and offering you an opening. Spinning to look at a window, you launched the handful of rocks at the nearest windows, watching with gratitude as the stones smashed through the glass, skittering across the wooden floor of the inn. The patron – or patrons, depending – scuttled about, startled by the sudden intrusion as you heard them scurrying towards the window.

Rough hands gripped your arms, demanding your attention as a fist slammed into your cheek from the opposite direction. Head snapping back, you blearily glanced up at the windows and caught sight of Yelena’s blonde locks and furious eyes staring back at you from the newfound gaps in the glass. The butt of his pistol met your temple, knocking you almost unconscious within his grasp, though you tried squirming from his grip even as numbness began to cloud your mind.

“You will be my wife,” he snarled, another man latching onto your other side as they began dragging you away. “And your whores will pay for what they’ve done. They’ve made enemies of the most powerful men in the world. No shore will have them and the sea will only remember their blood as it washes away.”

“Help… them…” you croaked out, blatantly ignoring Rumlow.

You smiled, blood clinging to your teeth, as understanding flooded Yelena’s eyes and she disappeared from sight.

Twisting your head to glance at Rumlow, you smirked defiantly despite the overwhelming ache in your skull. Blood was trickling from your head, smearing across your cheek, but you didn’t care.

“You will not survive this,” you chuckled wearily, studying the twitch in his jaw and the vein on his forehead. “They will kill you all. Rip your men apart with their bare hands. Their teeth. Leave nothing behind, even for the sharks. And I’ll be the one to raise your head onto a pike when it’s all over. I wouldn’t be your wife even if you were the last viable human to walk the lands. Always such a disgrace.”

He grunted to his men, nodding towards the inn, but you knew it was too late. Everyone and their brother would be awake now.

Yelena had that effect on people.

“No piece of you is worthy of the title human, let alone husband.”

Slumping in his arms, you begrudgingly accepted fate as darkness flickered around your gaze before swallowing you into its cold embrace.

Oh, what a pirate’s life for me.

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Natasha: *Bursting into the kids’s room*

Natasha: Who wants to make 5 bucks?

Billy: How?

Natasha: I need someone to take the fall.

Wanda, from outside: Oh my god…

Tommy: What did you do??

Natasha: I can’t tell you. Yes or no, no questions asked.

Wanda: Oh. My. GOD!

Y/n: …Make it 10.

Nat, sigh in relief: Done. *opens the door*

Wanda: OH MY GOD?!!!

Nat, turns to Y/n: You’re a good daughter.

Nat, drags her by the collar: I got her honey! I got her, don’t worry!

[coven-of-chaos-magic]

[auroraromaximoff]

Wanda: Hey, has anyone seen my top?

Clint: Nat’s in the kitchen

Wanda: *blushing* No! My black top, with the frilly sleeves!

Sam: oh, Y/n is in her garden.

Wanda: Never mind! Just forget it! *storms off*

Y/n: *walks in wearing Wanda’s shirt* What happened?

[incorrect-wandanat]

Wanda: I know Tony apologized for Sokovia, but I still feel awkward around him.

Nat: Don’t. Make him suffer instead.

*Later*

Tony: Hey Wanda-

Wanda: Make me pancakes.

Tony: I don’t want to?

Wanda: You blew up my family.

Tony, running to the cupboards: BLUEBERRY OR CHOCOLATE CHIP?

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