#black widow x goddess!reader

[trikruismybitch]

Why Not You?

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Technically suicide?

Summary: Clint & Natasha are on Vormir and just as Nats about to jump something stops her.

“You tell them yourself.” Natasha shoots her widow bites at Clint before turning to jump off the cliff. An explosion happens and she’s knocked off her feet as she holds her side. Looking up she sees Clint drop his bow before starting to run but then suddenly he freezes mid-step.

“Clint?” Natasha gets up and walks to him but he doesn’t make a sound. He doesn’t even flinch when she waved a hand infront of his face which increasingly worries her as she shakes him and he still doesn’t budge from his spot. It’s like he’s frozen in time.

“He’s okay.” A soft voice says from behind her

Shooting around Natasha takes a defense position as she raises her arms at the woman before her. Quickly assessing her she has (Y/h/c) hair in a half updo with the rest flowing freely down what Natasha can tell was maybe mid-back. Her posture remained natural with both hands clasped infront of her in a non-threatening position which does nothing to relax Natasha.

“Who are you,” She presses as the woman before she smiles slightly before answering

“I’ve gone by many names but the one I have chosen for myself is (Y/n),” she goes to take a step toward Natasha which causes Natasha to raise her arm that she had previously dropped. (Y/n) raises her hands in a placating manner before speaking again, “I am not here to hurt you Natalia.”

“How do you know that name?” Natasha prods

Y/n raises her eyebrow “It is your given name is it not?” Natasha’s face remains neutral “I know many things.” She says vaguely

“Why are you here?”

“Well the first it to stop you from killing yourself,” the (Y/h/c) says like she’s scolding a child, “The second is to...talk.” She says with a shrug

“What did you do to Clint? You say your not here to hurt me but he’s frozen.” She asks

“I guess you can say I can control time, along with other things. He’s not in any pain he’s just stuck in that moment.”

“What are you?”

“I guess you can say I am being out of space and time,” (Y/n) shrugs “My siblings and I were of the first beings to be upon this earth but as it developed we were cast out, forced to watch and never interfere in the life’s of mortals.” (Y/n) turns around to look at the rising sun leaving Natasha a very ample opportunity to kill her. If what she says is true then Natasha probably couldn’t kill her, not that she wants to, something about her is familiar.

Natasha walks forward till she’s standing a few feet away from (Y/n) as she takes in the rising sun “What do you want with me, besides trying to save my life and talk.”

“If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?” The woman beside her asks.

Furrowing her eyebrows Natasha looks at the woman. Just now noticing enticing (Y/e/c) eyes that give her a sense of security and as weird as it may seem she feels safe with her.

“Volgard” and within the blink of an eye Natasha was there she gasps lightly.

“Don’t worry about Clint he’s okay still frozen but safe on Vormir.” She answers before Natasha even asks earning a thankful nod in return.

“Why me?” The redhead breaks the silence “Why are you doing this?”

The (Y/h/c) woman sighs as she sits down patting the spot next to her Natasha following. “As I am forbidden to interfere in mortal matters unless called upon which now a days is highly unlikely, but I’ve been watching you.” Natasha doesn’t know whether to take it as a compliment or to be a little creeped out, she settles on both.

Turning her head to look at the goddess sitting next to her she finally takes into account just how beautiful the woman sitting next to her is. The glow of the sun setting against her skin casting an utheral glow around her. Feeling eyes on her she turns to face her before giving her a a gentle smile as she lays her hand on top of Natasha’s.

“I’ve watched you grow up beating all the odds stacked against you. The future is usually written for everybody, everyone serving a purpose. You were supposed to die in the red room,” The woman states speaking again before Natasha can speak “Its uncommon for someone to beat the odds when they’re stacked so highly against them. You were around 10 when Madama B made you fight one of the older girls.”

Natasha’s breath hitches as the memory comes to mind. She had been disrespectful and payed the price by being forced to fight a much older girl who was 15 at the time. Madame B was using her as an example to teach the others a lesson about what would happen if you didn’t comply. Instead of Natasha dying she ended up winning the fight “I had watched and thought your fight was over but you got up and won.” You chuckled lightly your fingers lightly trailing over Natasha’s with a gentleness she hadn’t felt before.

“I kept a much closer eye on you after that. When you escaped the red room I was so proud,” you murmered gazing in the green eyes you had fallen in love with “Then you joined SHIELD and turned yourself around. I was happy you had Clint he’s a good guy.” You turn your head looking off into th distance as Natasha still looks at you “Then Budapest happened.” Your face turned dark as clouds started forming rapidly over head “When Taskmaster shot you...the bullet was inches from your heart.” You took a deep breath the skies clearing once again “You probably remember as well as I do Clint was nowhere near you busy trying not to die but,” You look at Natasha “You were about to die. I heard you calling asking for anyone to help you and so I did.” Natasha inhaled deeply tears filling her eyes but never falling.

“You were the woman I saw,” She shook her head “I thought I saw an angel i felt the bullet wound closing. When I told Clint he told me I just had a nasty concussion because there was no wound.” She watches as you expose your chest where a scar sits right where Natasha had been shot.

“You took my wound? What-I-how?” She splutters confused as she asks her question.

“You were drifting between life and death. It was the only thing I could do to save you,” you shrug covering up your chest “It was nothing.”

It was anything but nothing actually. You almost died. For the first time in a millennia you had been hurt, willingly taking on a wound for a mortal had almost gotten you cast out. Your parents were furious for interfering in the mortal world, your siblings disappointed. You argued that she called and asked for help, they said she should’ve died as she was, it was far too late. They told you, your infatuation with a human would get you killed one day. They weren’t wrong.

“I’m immortal” you tell her “A bullet wound won’t kill me. Hurts like a bitch as you would say.” Natasha snorts at that shaking her head

“I still don’t understand why me out of everyone in the universe.” She looked up into the sky.

Natasha really couldn’t fathom why you, a goddess, immortal being cared about her well-being, it just didn’t make sense.

“Why not you?” You question “You got delt the wrong cards since birth. Even fate had tried to turn against you, yet you preserved. You have sacrificed your life time and time again for the greater good.” A white flash appeared and they were standing in Vormir again “You have given willingly and unselfishly, trying to clear the red in your ledger,” You take her hands in your own, “You have cleared that ledger twice over Natalia. I will not let you sacrifice your life as if it means nothing.” Natasha’s heart aches and tears fall down her face at your words.

She had been trying so hard to make up for her past mistakes and here was a moniote being that knew and seen everything she had done and told her it was enough. That all her work in clearing her ledger had been past. But (Y/n’s) final words caught up to her as she released her hands taking a step back.

“I won’t let you sacrifice Clint.” She said defiantly “He has a family, no matter what he has done in the last five years, he needs to go home.” She did not expect a light laugh and a bright smile from you in return.

You cup her cheeks and look into her eyes “After everything we have talked about, you truly thought I would let your bestfriend die?” You chuckle at her obliviousness “I wish for you to never be in anguish ever again Natalia and losing Clint would cause you pain, a pain I wish to keep you from.” You sigh as you feel the time for what you have to do comes nearer.

*flashback*

You watch as Natasha arrives on Vormir before feeling a presence behind you.

“I know what you are thinking and you cannot.” He says coming to stand next to you watching over the woman that had unknownly captured your heart

“You are important கேட்பது” he speaks using your creation name. (listening)

You smile at your brother “I have not heard that name in centuries” you put your hand on his shoulder drawing him closer.

“Listen வீடு I know you feel it is your duty to keep the home together and that father and mother are pressuring you to stop me but it won’t work.” (Home)

Qazius looks at you in sorrow his blue eyes water for the first time in a melina “Why are you leaving us?” He turns you to face him, his hands in your shoulder tighten “We have been through everything together what am I to do without you?”

“You will watch over Natalia for me.” You ask his jaw clenches at her name. He does not care for her, especially for what she’s is unknowingly forcing you to do. “Brother” you clasp your hand against his on your shoulder “I know you feel as if Natalia is taking me away from you but I will always be in here.” You point to his heart. “This is my choice, I have lived for far too long. It is time I join our fallen family, but I need you to promise me to look after Natalia. I asked எதிர்கால to show me her future and she seems to have a peaceful one but in case fate decides to stray I need you to protect her,” his blue eyes let out a few more tears, “for me.” You ask pleadingly. (Future)

He pulls you into him one last time wishing he could keep you here “I swear it by the old and new.” He promises.

You pull away “You were always my favorite, younger brother.” You smile one last time before disappearing

Qazius looks to where you meet the woman that is unknowingly causing your doom. He had never felt the love you claim to feel for her, maybe one day he will.

*flashback over*

“I don’t understand,” Natasha shakes her head running through all the possibilities “Are you saying you can get the stone without a sacfirice?” She questions

“Not exactly,” you step away from her as you look down the cliff “You and Clint will not die, I promise you that.” You turn and face her again sensing her confusion “I must ask you something, you may decline of course.” You clasp your hands behind your back as you take a step forward in Natalia’s personal space “May I kiss you?” You unclasp your hands as your nervously fiddle with your dress

Natasha’s eyebrows shoot upwards. Your quite beautiful in fact that’s probably the first thing she noticed about you but she was too busy trying to determine if you were a threat. She looks at you noticing the way you rock on your heels while you fiddle with your dress but despite your obvious nervousness you maintain eye contact with her, face neutral despite obviously being nervous from her reply. It’s honestly cute.

Natasha smirks a little stepping closer “And what would I get in return.” she teases not actually wanting anything.

You take a step closer so your noses are touching hesitantly placing your hands on her waist, “A glimpse of your future and the answer to how you can get the soul stone.” Natasha blinks a few times not actually expecting anything but nods slowly as you both lean in.

For you it’s everything you have ever wanted. Despite being alive for eons it’s the first time you ever truly felt alive. You pull her in closer her hands finding perch on your face. Your heart beats wildly as volcanoes erupt in your stomach. Feeling like your being lit on fire as every hair on your body stands up. Tingles roll down your spine and settle in your stomach as you force yourself to pull away and open your eyes. Her eyes are still closed before she strikes back abruptly out of your arms and her eyes shoot open.

For Natasha your lips are the softest thing she’s every felt. She can feel you gently holding her waist a stark contrast to the strength you must hold. An enslaught of flashes are brought before her eyes. Her holding the soul stone, Clint at her side a heavy feeling in her heart as she hands it to Steve. Steve on the ground behind her as Thano’s stands above Thor with Stormbreaker being forced into his chest as Mjnor sits a few feet infront of her. Standing infront of a lake the heaviness in her heart weighing more as Wanda comes to stand next to her. Sam standing next to Bucky and her with Steve’s Shield in his hand the heaviness in her chest even more. Wanda stands infront of her smiling brightly holding her hand. A small figure with red hair and blue-green eyes staring at her in her arms babbling Mama. Finally an image of you apologizing to her before falling backwards. The flashes end forcing Natasha to move out of your hold as she regains her bearings.

“I-You,” she stands up ridgedly her mind finally coming to the conclusion “You can’t.” She says

You look at Natasha with sorrow, “You’ve brought something to me that I never thought I’d feel for another. Love. You may not know me Natasha but you have brightened my life and lit a fire in my very being. Your worthy Natalia remember that,” you take a step backwards as your foot is met with nothing “I’m sorry.” You fall backwards

“No!” Natasha yells but she’s too far away from the cliff and by the time she makes it to the edge your body lay lifeless. The sky rumbles and cries before a flash appears.

Natasha wakes up next to Clint in a pile of water. She sits up and feels something in her hand. Looking down she slowly opens it revealing the soul stone shining brightly.

“Natasha?” Clint sits up looking confused. He looks at her and noticing the stone in her hand “How?” He asks scooting closer to her.

She looks up as a tear drops from her eye.

“So your telling us, a goddess that has been around for eons has been watching you since you were a kid, somehow fell in love with you and sacrificed herself so neither of you had too?” Tony recounts. Natasha nods her head in conformation as Tony scoffs and rubs his head “I’m grateful but honestly it just seems too good to be true, was she even a real goddess?” He questions when they all suddenly hear the skies roar with thunder and lighting. They all look to Thor who’s puts his hands up, shaking his head. Tony looks at Natasha and her crestfallen face. He grabs her shoulder “We’ll avenge her,” he looks to everyone “And we’ll get everyone back.”

It was after the battle. Tony died. Steve left and is old now. Clint went home to his family. And Natasha stands looking out on the lake thinking about everything that has happened in the last day, mostly about Y/n and her sacrifice. The guilt she felt roaring inside her.

She hears silent footsteps thinking it was Bucky or Sam she ignores them until a man in a a white three piece suit with gold ascents stands a few feet next to her. Before she can even speak he speaks in a soft tone.

“She wouldn’t want you to blame yourself.” He continues to look across the lake ignoring the way Natasha’s head snapped towards him. “She made a decision and once her mind is made up, no one can change it,” he turns his head cold blue eyes locking with Natasha’s, “Trust me because I tried.” He turn to look at the lake again

“Who are you?” She asks already having an idea but trying not to make assumptions

“My name is Qazius. I am,” he pauses slightly “was (Y/n’s) younger brother.” He answers

Natasha doesn’t know what to say for the first time in her life. She’s at a loss of words. They just stand in silence for awhile before Qazius breaks it.

“I didn’t understand why she cared for you so much until I watched you battle today,” he glances at her briefly, “You’re fierce and unrelenting, you have a fire burning in you to protect and sacrifice no matter the cost. It’s admirable and I can see why she loved you.” He states

“I’m sorry.” Natasha apologizes. Qazius looks at her confused “About (Y/n),” his eyes flash with pain before masking it again but Natasha caught it, “I may have not known her but she protected me without me knowing and the time I did spend with her showed me how kind and caring she was.”

Qazius looks at her like he’s seeing her for the first time “Thank you mor-” he stopped himself short before correcting himself “Natasha. She was the best of us.” He says. Natasha glanced at him questionly “Out of all my siblings (Y/n) had the kindest heart and the most empathy out of us all. She wanted us to help you humans even after we had been casted out eons ago by your ancestors.” He looks at her “I think you had a lot to do with it. You inspired her to try to change our minds, told us we had a responsibility despite what humans thought. She failed...but maybe now that she’s gone that will change.” He looks away from Natasha seeing a woman with auburn hair making her way towards them.

He turns to Natasha offering his hand. She looks at it before taking it feeling something being handed to her. “This was her necklace,” he looks behind him, the woman’s closer and he can feel the power radiating off of her even from the distance, “It signifies her haven been the first born. I think she’d like it if you’d have it.” He tells her

“I can’t take this.” She tries handing it back but he raises his eyebrow staring at her.

“Don’t refuse a gift from a god Natasha,” he smirks before sensing the woman was approaching “Whoever wears it will be protected,” he tells her as the woman comes to stand between Natasha and the man, “If you need me call my name.” He tells her smiling politely at the woman bidding them both farewell.

Wanda crosses her arms and stares at his retreating figure before looking towards Natasha “Are you alright?” She asks her.

Natasha looks at the pendent clutching it in her hand feeling a rush of power and a sense of what could only be described as the feeling she felt when she was with you wash over her, “Yeah,” The memory of Wanda smiling and holding her hand flashes into her mind, “Or at least I will be.”

The end

[myownwholewildworld]

acta, non verba - i. a badge of honour

series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 2 pairing: conqueror!marcus acacius x ofc!reader. synopsis: scotland, 83 AD after the battle of mons graupius. the romans have come up to the boundaries of their empire with a relentless desire to conquer the savages that inhabit the highlands. they won't rest until the Caledonian tribes are subjugated. Marcus Acacius is in charge of your clansmen's fate, but if such fate is similar to your family's, you know you need to do something about it. as the only living daughter of the tribe chief, your people look to you for leadership. power plays, treason, deception, rebellion, war, love, heartbreak, betrayal. and two souls, destined to despise each other, trying to navigate it all. a/n: well, here it is! the first chapter of my new series, set in what is now scotland, during the romans' conquest of the british isles in the 1st century. hope you guys like it! as always, all interactions welcome. thank you so much for reading! <3 warnings: 18+, mdni. death, aftermath of a battle, burial of family members. reader is an original character - female, has a name (callie) and a physical description, family history, etc. i'll try to keep the references to a minimum though. age gap (callie is 26, marcus is 48). mention of infidelity and becoming a widow. marcus’ and reader’s pov. i have taken some historical licenses for ease of writing (use of "clan" as synonym for "tribe", references to irish/celtic gods, the caledonian people speak modern scottish gaelic instead of a (proto-)brittonic language). w/c: ~4.2k. dividers by @saradika-graphics i'll be tagging some people at the end of the chapter who interacted with this post. dw, i won't tag you in the next chapters unless you ask me to! also, if you want to be removed from this post, please send me a dm.

A light breeze whistled through the nearby standing stones. The dying sun provided no heat, and the ethereal landscape was cold with hues of blue and grey. Despite the shimmering wildlife that came with the first hints of spring, the meadow was uncannily silent.

The crows cackling in the distance broke such tranquil peace and woke you from your slumber.

Slowly you blinked, something wet and warm covering your eyelids. You felt it slide down your skin, pooling in the dip of your collarbone. Your limbs felt so heavy, you couldn’t lift a hand to rub your eyes clean. In fact, you were so tired that even taking a deep breath hurt.

Your orbs fluttered shut, shattered and defeated.

Dhuosnos, God of the Dead, was calling you to His side. His presence was soothing, so inviting, the most melodic sounds guiding you to Him. With the eyes of your dying imagination, He extended a welcoming hand towards you, a soft smile on His mythical features.

“Come with me, sweet child of the tribes.” A guttural voice escaped His lips, so dark and sombre it enveloped you.

You nodded, gaze down, submitted to Him.

“You can’t just take her, Dhuosnos. Callie is yet to avenge them — her purpose must be fulfilled first before she can greet you as an equal.” A second voice, feminine, otherworldly and reassuring, interrupted your exchange.

Morrígan, Goddess of War, placed Her hand on Dhuosnos’ forearm as to stop Him from reaching you. A stone of relief, but also of disappointment, sat low in your stomach when He took a step back, head bowed towards Her.

Steadily you undid your curtsy, your green eyes locking on Hers. They were black as the night sky, Her pupils and irises indistinguishable from one another. You looked into the abyss of Her sight and felt a deep-rooted longing, one you never experienced before.

“You are not done yet, mo leanabh (my child). Your people await your return.” Morrígan palmed your trembling hand, escorting you back to the earthly plane.

“But…”, you turned around to look at Her, ask for Her advice.

But She had already vanished, a sweet scent of lavander left behind.

You gasped awake, your eyes so widened, the cloudy, sunset sky above felt like it was crashing down on you. You were laying down on a pool of mud. A deep, raspy grunt escaped your lungs as you tried to move your arms. When you couldn’t, you looked down, confused.

Aengus’ lifeless body was resting on top of yours. Your father’s henchman had made the ultimate sacrifice by hiding you underneath him, away from the prying eyes of the Romans. The dense liquid caressing the skin on your face was none other than his blood. A trickle of thick red dripped from the gnarly wound in his neck on to your cheek. His eyes were staring at you emptily, his soul had already left this world when you regained consciousness.

Your father, Murdoch of Inbhir Nis, the Caledonian Overlord, had come to the aid of the Taexalian Overlord, whose territory was succumbing to the legions of Gnaeus Julius Agricola, a Roman governor with a high desire to impress his Emperor, Titus Flavius Domitianus.

Your father had gathered as many fighers as the Caledonian lands could give him. Both men and women were called to arms when the tribes were threatened. Being the daughter of the Chieftain would not spare you. You would not have chosen differently anyway, had you been given the opportunity. Fighting for land, clan and honour was your duty as much as your brothers’ and sister’s.

The journey from Inbhir Nis (Inverness) to Cala na Creige (Stonehaven) had been unforgiving, with illness and evil lying in wait. But you all had been warmly welcomed by the Taexali tribe and were fed copiously, the uisge-beatha (whisky) being served like water.

Your combined armies, shy of fifteen thousand folk, had been ambushed at Raedykes during a repositioning exercise by the Roman troops led by Agricola’s most trusted man.

General Marcus Acacius.

His mere name made you sick, anger crawling under your skin.

Fighting off your own opponents, you had seen the Roman General charge against your father like a beast, wielding a gladius over his head. The metallic impact of their swords rang loud across the landscape. The men looked into each other’s souls, an exchange of words shared between them. You were too far to listen, too far to fully see what was really happening as warriors from both sides danced through the grass.

Then you foresaw it before it happened: the heavy Roman sword fell on your father, who was struck to his knees with the General’s blade lodged in his belly.

You tried to get to him, screaming “Athair (father)!” at the top of your lungs. His eyes locked on yours before he fell sideways. You lunged forward but didn’t get to him, Aengus stopping you in your tracks.

“No, Callie, it’s too late now”, he had sorrowfully whispered in your ear before throwing you off to one side to fend off an attacker.

And then blackness swallowed you, an enemy hit you in the head so hard you lost consciousness.

That was how you came to be where you were — with your back flat on the silt and Aengus’ body blanketing yours. The grey sky above you sensed your pain, and, at Taranis’ command, it parted in the middle. The God of Thunder released a downpour to clean the blood, soot and woad’s blue dye off your face and hair.

You cried your sadness away, rainy tears sliding off the corners of your eyes — your anger, your loss, your torment, you purged it all, sobbing until you were devoid of all emotion. Taking a deep breath, which caused a needling pain on your ribs, you pushed Aengus to one side to free yourself from his weight.

The thudding sound he made almost brought more tears to your eyes.

“Sorry, uncail (uncle)”, you muttered, hovering your fingertips over his eyelids to shut them for him. Now he could finally rest.

You stood up, your knees trembling like a newborn calf. A searing pain stabbed your skull, dried blood and dirt gathering on the wound on your scalp. With a straight back, you dared to look around you. The bodies of your own men and women were scattered around the hills of Raedykes. So many lives lost, you heard all your ancestors screaming from above, their cries falling upon you in the way of rain. The green, long grass was reddened with blood, but the weeping sky had started to wash away the atrocities committed by the Romans.

Then you saw him. Your athair.

“No, no, please, no...”, you whispered as your sight became blurry again, dragging your feet towards the fallen body of your dad.

Your soul tried to tear itself apart, become its own entity. You had to summon the last drop of the royal blood that ran through your veins to keep yourself in one piece. You knelt before him, craddling his bloody hand between yours. Unconciously your body rocked back and forth until you hugged him, laying flat on top of him.

Time stood still, like a thread on the expert hands of a wool weaver. It could have been minutes, hours or days, your pain too great to bear, to comprehend.

And then you felt a hand lightly tap your shoulder.

You startled, your mind and body jumping back into survival mode, gripping your sgian-dubh (small knife) close to your chest.

“It’s okay, mo phiuthar (my sister). It’s me, Torcall”, a raspy, masculine voice forced you to focus on the man in front of you.

He was your father’s most important tacksman and also husband to your older sister Mairead — your sweet Maisie, as you always called her. She was the eldest of the four siblings while you were the youngest. Always so witty and quick with a joke, Maisie kept up the spirits even when the circumstances were dire — in fact, before your paths had parted during the battle, she jested about your H-shaped shield being larger than you.

When you turned around, Torcall flattened his hands on your shoulders, slightly shaking you so you would come back to reality.

His blue eyes pierced through you, the situation becoming clearer in your mind. Thousands of your tribesmen were dead. Your father too.

“Maisie?”, you asked in a hush. Your heart clenched when your brother-in-law shook his head no. You were afraid to speak, but you did nonetheless. “Aodh and Somhairle?”

Torcall stared at you, his silence speaking loudly. “They are all dead.”

The air evacuated your lungs, feeling as if a spear had run through you. Learning about the death of Maisie and your twin brothers broke something within you, something fundamental and primal. They were your everything, your most trusted confidants. Despite being of different ages, you all were so tight-knit it was difficult to find one of you alone.

A heart-shattering wail escaped your lips as you bent over yourself, your chest snug against your knees.

Morrígan had unashamedly claimed most of your family that day, except for your beautiful mother. Now Her words made sense: you were yet to avenge them, to fulfil your purpose. She had spared you for a reason, not so you could pity yourself, knees deep in the mud.

To avenge them, you had to kill the hand who showered this tragedy upon you.

General Marcus Acacius.

A raven’s strident, gurgling croak forced you to look up to the skies — a subtle reminder that Morrígan was watching closely. The massive bird was circling above your heads, like a vulture waiting to feast on a carcass. With resolution, you wiped away your tears, your sobs now silent, and nodded at Torcall.

“I understand. How many…?”, your voice faltered before you could finish your question.

“A couple of thousands. We have found cover in the Dunnottar Woods while we regroup and… bury our dead.” Torcall replied, his eyes averted with the last sentence.

You had lost a sister, but he had lost a wife, the mother to his now half-orphaned children. “I’m sorry”, you muttered, your lips pouting once more.

“She died fighting, the death of a warrior.” His proud voice did not waver. “And your father?”

Your heart wept at his mention but managed to control the anxious fluttering.

“The General killed him.” Your teeth gritted with hatred.

“Mo bana-phrionnsa (my princess)”, one of your father’s retinue members bowed his head to you once you walked into the circle they had formed in a meadow between the trees.

A few dozen men were scattered around the area, fires lighting the dark night while shades of red and orange flickered, creating fiery, dancing shades. You held a torch and carefully waved it in front of you, looking at the faces who watched you back eagerly.

You saw in your men what was brewing inside you: despair, defeat, sorrow. All your souls grieving in unison — all of you had lost someone that day.

At six and twenty, you did not expect to be in this position. You were the youngest daughter of the Overlord — you were never meant to lead your people. The task ahead of you felt titanic, unachievable.

But you had no other option. General Marcus Acacius had forced your hand.

He came, he saw, he conquered.

And now you had to deal with the gut-wrenching outcome of his departure.

“We’ll go back home to Inbhir Nis. But before that, we must give burial to our people.” You had to make a herculean effort to infuse your tone with steadiness.

Torcall first, and then the rest, bowed their heads to you.

“As you command, mo bana-phrionnsa”, he replied, and quickly barked orders around in your stead.

Your chest felt heavy with responsibility and grief. What pained you the most was not being able to carry your brothers and sister with you back home. They would not be buried under the cairns near you family home with the rest of your ancestors.

And what was worst — thousands of lives now depended on you. The weight of your tribe's destiny heavily rested on your shoulders now, like Atlas carrying the heavens.

Maisie, Aodh and Somhairle had been lined up on a patch of wildflowers that you had picked yourself the night prior — their arms were threaded together with your sister in the middle. Your clansmen had also surrounded the makeshift burial pit with wood to aid the combustion.

As you placed the last stone on top of them, you also deposited a bright, bloomed thistle. The flower that blossomed in every nook and cranny of your beautiful motherland, despite the harsh winter or conditions it faced. Like the phoenix rising from the ashes, it would always come back, stronger and more brightful than ever.

Devotion, bravery, determination, and strength — the thistle was a badge of honour for the Caledonians.

With a renewed brawn unbeknownst to you, you threw the lighted torch and watched as the fire consumed the bodies underneath the stones.

There were no tears left within you. Only purpose and resolution.

The way back to Inbhir Nis was tiring and soul-crushing. Hiking through the Cairngorms had been a difficult task with so many people behind you, but luckily you all managed to make it through without any losses.

With each mile covered, you saw the devastation left behind by the Romans. If this was any indication of what awaited ahead, you should start bracing yourself for what you would see. It seemed that the Romans were set towards the northwest — Inbhir Nis was right in their path.

You quickly recognised the landscape as you walked towards Loch Moy. A thick, dark column of smoke towered above the pine trees. Your heart raced as you picked up your dark green skirt and ran towards the loch, ignoring the calls of your brother-in-law.

You could run through those woods blindly — this was the land where you were born, the land you were named after. Your name was an unusual one — Caledonia, in honour of the earth beneath your rushing feet. Just a few people called you Callie, mainly your family and closest friends. With your bright, fiery red hair, green almond eyes and a face dotted with freckles, you were the epitome of your people. That was probably why when someone new learned your name, they always said it suited you.

Dodging the last few trees, you made it to the edge of the loch. In the shallows, the crannog of Naimh, your community’s healer, was burning down to its foundation. You covered your mouth with a sombre expression, your eyes itchy because of the dense smoke and unspent tears.

The Romans had gotten to your settlement before you did.

“Callie, wait up”, said Torcall behind you, struggling to catch up with you.

He halted right behind you, the silence between you was almost tangible.

“The rangers have returned from their reconnaissance mission.” His voice was plain, contained. You turned your heard towards him, slowly, hardening yourself for his next words. “Your mother is dead.”

The last glimmer of hope within you vanished. A single tear skidded through your cheek — angrily, you wiped it off.

You were alone in this world. Everyone you cared for had been taken from you.

“Is everything to your liking, Dominus (Master)?”, the male roman servant asked in a low hush, head bowed, eyes fixed on the cobblestone.

“Yes, now leave”, Marcus dismissed him with a wave of his hand.

The General looked around him with a mixture of curiosity and disgust. He was accustomed to much more elegant surroundings. Although the barbarians did try, their architecture was nothing in comparison to Rome’s.

The castle he was in was small and it only had two floors. It was mainly made of sturdy, grey rocks and dark wood. The design was not very sophisticated, all square and rugged edges. It had two towers and a barbican. The decoration inside was bare, with just enough furniture and no luxuries.

The only warmth was brought by the colourful tapestries adorning the cold, thick walls — one had caught Marcus' attention at his arrival when he first entered the dais. It told a story he had not heard before.

A dragon-like figure lurked beneath the rippling surface of a lake, attracting the attention of the villagers. At dusk it would emerge, a guttural sound echoing in the dead of night, as if it was calling another. Any bìrlinns (wooden vessel) left on the shore would appear destroyed the next morning. Fishermen were worried and called upon the town's druids, afraid of the Loch Ness monster. To appease the beast, every full moon, the druids would whorship the creature, bringing oblations and sacrificies to quench its thirst.

Marcus made a mental note of keeping his distance from that Loch Ness. As a devoted Roman, he was wary of the mystic creatures that skulked in the depths of human fear.

Although he missed his home, he had several debts to pay. The Emperor would not accept no for an answer, so he had to be a reluctant participant in this incursion — in fact, neither Domitian nor Agricola had really asked him to tame the highlanders up in Caledonia. They knew his skills would be most needed in combat, having been praised by bards and poets alike after his many years in the battlefield.

At eight and forty, Marcus Acacius had had his good share of tragedy and death, both personal and in war. His life had not been easy, having to forge a name of his own since childbirth and then having been recently betrayed by his own spouse.

The thought of Livia still angered him — she had had the audacity of blaming him for her infidelity, accusing him of always being away, of loving Rome more than his own family. Her cheating had been going on for as many years as their arranged marriage, throwing a doubtful shade on his paternity to both his children.

His life had come crumbling down in the last few months, so maybe coming to Britannia had not been such a bad idea. Female adultery was a crime penalised with death and that was a decision that Marcus had yet to make — outing Livia’s unfaithfulness would condemn her to Pluto's realm. Did he really want that for who had been his wife for more than thirty years?

Pinching the bridge of his hooked nose, Marcus walked towards the only window in the room. The roman took a deep breath and exhaled steadily — he needed to think of something else.

His mind went back to the battle of Mons Graupius. The spilling of blood never became easier with time — if anything, it had become harder, splintering his soul further. If he closed his eyes, he could still hear the piercing, pained shriek of a woman as he imparted death on Murdoch of Inbhir Nis.

Her hair was dyed with black soot and tied back, her face covered in a blue paste and ash. He was too far to catch the colour of her eyes, but he thought them dark azure. The fierceness of her expression took him aback, her voice shouting a word he did not recognise. But his eyes did not have time to linger on the feral woman a few yards away, because a savage attacked him.

His hand stilled on the rocky window’s sill. The barbarians called this place Inbhir Nis. The stone castle was that of the chief’s family, atop of a hill with views to the scenery underneath. It was rudimentary and lacked many commodities — nothing comparable to his villa in Rome. The tribal settlement was formed of huts made of stone, timber and hay.

Agricola had decided to burn down the outskirts of the town and killed the wife of the clan chief making a macabre example of her, so the people would submit to the Roman’s yoke quickly, crushing any opportunity of rebellion. The message was clear: Rome would not tolerate being challenged. Anyone who did, would face the most painful of deaths. The governor left to go northward, leaving Marcus behind to rebuild the area to Rome’s standards. The emperor had deemed the location an important enclave for his empire, being the main town in the Moray Firth.

Marcus was standing in what he thought was the bedchamber of Murdoch. With the Overlord and his family alienated, the primitive people of the highlands needed educating and he had been given the task of doing so. Not a welcomed one, but he had a duty to Rome that had to be fulfilled.

With a heavy sigh, he undid the brooch at the base of his neck, relieving himself of the heavy, white sagum (cape) that was part of his attire. He threw it on the uncomfortable bed. He unfastened the golden, laurel-shaped bracelets around his wrists, and then proceeded to undo the tight knots that held his armour in place.

Then a knock on the thick, wooden door broke the silence of the room.

“Come in”, thinking it would be his male servant, he didn’t turn around.

“Dominus, dinner is ready”, a very soft voice with a very marked accent made him look over his shoulder.

A pair of very bright, almond-shaped, emerald-green eyes locked on his, framed by what he would describe as fire hair — so red it looked like a hellish aura crowning your head.

So bright were your eyes, he almost felt his soul being examined by your hypnotising gaze. Marcus had never seen eyes like those.

How dared he stand where your father did? Anger shimmered under your skin, but you kept it in check. When you realised you were holding his gaze for longer than what was appropriate for a servant girl, you averted your eyes, inspecting the stones under your feet.

Torcall called you mad for doing this, but you had made up your mind. If you really wanted to overthrow the Roman General and win back your family’s castle and land, you would need to sew yourself into his everyday life. Gain his trust, learn his secrets and use that information against him. Your people were counting on you for freedom, and you would not allow yourself to disappoint them. Even if it was the last thing you did.

“Who are you?”, his raspy voice filled the atmosphere as he resumed the task of undoing the ties on his armour.

Did he have no shame, undressing himself in front of a maid? Mind you, you were not an innocent servant, having been widowed recently. But still. The romans had no modesty, you assumed.

You had to think quickly. You had learnt that the governor and the general both thought the whole chief’s family dead, so you could not out yourself. A very few, selected people called you Callie, almost always in the intimacy of your home, when strangers were not around. Your nickname was precious to you because it was only used by those you loved.

“My name is Callie, Dominus”, you offered your nickname in a rusty Latin. It had been a while since you had to use a language that was not your native one.

“Callie.” The way your name rolled off his tongue gave you goosebumps. You didn’t like the way he pronounced it — it lingered in his mouth for too long, dragging each letter. You wished your words back, but you couldn't change it now.

Instead of clenching your jaw, you nodded. “Yes, my lord, I’m one of the servant girls who tended to the clan chief’s family before you.” You explained, your head still bowed.

You ventured your eyes up for a second, catching a glimpse of his naked torso. Unconsciously, you pursed your lips. The way your heart pounded loud for that one second made you furrow your brows in confusion.

He might be a gorgeous man, but he was a killer. And you had no taste for soulless murderers, that much you knew about yourself.

“Call my attendant, Atticus, to help me get ready for supper. I have no need of you. And ask the kitchen staff to heat some water and bring it up here.” His tone was emphatic, unwavering.

His rejection, in other circumstances, would have been most welcomed, but you needed him to trust you, to confide in you so you could plot his demise — to destroy him. This was not a good start to your plan, but you needed to play the long game.

“I could certainly help you with a bath now, Dominus, but your wish is my command.” You forced the words out, when in reality you wanted to spit them to his murderous face.

He just nodded in your direction, his movements stiff and measured. “Just my attendant will suffice, now go.”

With your fingers laced on your back, you curtsied, walking backwards towards the door of your father’s bedchamber. You could not seem too eager, or he would become suspicious.

When you were in the corridor with the door closed behind you, you took a deep breath and straightened your back.

You would not take no for an answer. Marcus Acacius would yield to you, whatever the cost.

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Kinktober (25)- Bondage

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: Tied up against the cross, Natasha can't do anything but let you play with her body, knowing you were going to do everything in your power to drive her mad.

Warnings/Tags: Dom Reader/Sub Natasha, X-Cross/ St Andrew's Cross, Restraints, Fingering, Oral, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Safe words, Aftercare

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“Oh love,” you sigh out lowly, stepping back from your girlfriend as her chest rose and fell with ragged breaths, anticipation buzzing through her body. Your eyes slowly raked over her body, her arms and legs chained to the X-cross that her back was to, spread out for you to ravish for as long as you wanted. “You look so pretty spread out for me,” you murmur, moving back towards her and pressing a soft kiss to her lips, her trying to chase after you when you pull back. “Colour?”

“Green,” Natasha replies, her eyes staring into your gradually darkening ones as you smirk at her before leaning forwards for another kiss. Hunger and desire take over this one, your tongue sliding into her mouth and dominating it as she moans into your mouth, hands clenching into fists as she can’t fight the restraints. “Please Dorogaya,” she whimpers out when you pull back from the kiss, your mouth attaching to her neck to litter it in marks, claiming her as yours.

“Please what, love?” you murmur, your hands roaming her bare skin, enjoying the way it reacts to your touch.

“Please just touch me already,” she sighs out when your mouth descends to her chest, tongue expertly swirling around her perk nipple while your fingers pinch and tug on the other, a whimper leaving her when your teeth scrape over the sensitive flesh.

“Hush love,” you mutter before taking her other breast into your mouth, peering up at her and smirking around her nipple as you see the pleading look in her green eyes. “I want to play with you first,” your fingers draw random patterns on her inner thighs, her body trying to move closer to your touch but failing, a frustrated groan leaving her lips.

Unhurriedly, you explore every inch of her body, kissing every part of skin you can so she is mad with your touch, craving you to touch her where she needs you to. You drop to your knees, mouth still placing opened mouthed kisses across her lower abdomen, placing an appreciative kiss on each muscle of her toned stomach. Pleas fall from her lips like a chant, the sound of her, Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, needy for you clouding your thoughts with lust and desire.

“Do you know how beautiful you are? It’s truly distracting,” you mutter at her thighs, a groan reverberating around the room as you're so close but so far from where she wants, no, needs you. “I bet you’d look even prettier with my fingers inside you though.”

“Please,” she practically whines, arms struggling against the cross, “I need you to fuck me, please make me come,” her words are cut off with a guttural moan when you thrust a finger into her effortlessly, her arousal dripping onto your hand as you pump the long slender digit inside her.

“What was that love? You want to come?” Natasha throbs around you at the tone of your voice, the way you're looking at her like she’s a goddess, “Well then, let’s see how many times you can come for me.” Your mouth finally takes her clit into it, sucking on it while your fingers curl perfectly inside her, pleasure fogging her brain as it becomes hard to form sentences. Your tongue moves to lick at her clit now, occasionally sucking on it to have her pathetically try and buck against your face.

“Right there,” she groans out sinfully, the encouraging noises spilling from lips making you eat her out like you're starved. “Please,” submission drips from her voice as you continue to curl your finger in her, adding another causing a moan to be ripped from the back of her throat. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” her body tenses against the cross, her cum gushing around your fingers while her legs tremble next to your head as she loses herself in the pleasure.

Moans pour out of her mouth when you don’t stop, simply smirking into her core and speeding up the pace you were mercilessly thrusting your fingers into her, tongue flattening against her clit and letting her rut against it. Her head lolls back against the structure, showing off her marked neck and defined jawline as you glance up, moaning into her core at the sight of her beauty.

Natasha’s mouth parts into an ���o’ shape as her second orgasm crashes through her body, your name falling off her lips like a prayer while her pussy spasms and clenches hard around your fingers. You pull away from her clit, giving her a brief moment so you don’t overstimulate her and watch as your fingers slowly pump into her with long, deep strokes.

“Fuck,” you mutter, eyes fixated on the sight of her greedy cunt swallowing your fingers, “You take my fingers so well.” Another lewd noise escapes her at your words, you peppering kisses across her thighs again while she whimpers your name again. “Colour?” you ask again, knowing this was an intense scene and not wanting to push her too far.

“Green,” she pants out with no hesitation, you bite down on her inner thigh playfully before moving your fingers that were covered in her arousal to draw circles against her clit, your tongue sliding into her. “Yes, that’s it baby, just like that,” she sighs out seductively while you swirl your tongue inside her, feeling her clench around you and groaning at the sensation. “Shit, I’m coming again,” she screams your name as another orgasm tears through her body, liquid gushing out of her as she squirts over your face, panting heavily as she bucks against you trying to ride out her aftershocks.

“Red,” she says when you experimentally give her another soft lick, body becoming overly sensitive to your touch. You stop your movements, pressing a soft kiss to her thighs before standing back on your feet, cupping her jaw softly and pecking her lips. Her mouth claims yours again, not wanting to end the kiss yet while your hands release hers from their restraints against the cross.

“You were perfect for me love,” you praise quietly when you part for breath, her arms wrapping around your neck and holding onto you for support, legs not stable. You let her hold onto your head when you bend down to release her legs from their bounds, then return upright and snaking your arms around her middle. “Do you want a bath or a shower?” you murmur, starting her aftercare as she buries her face at the crook of your neck.

“Bath,” she whispers, breath tickling your skin as you scoop her up into your arms and guide her out of the room to the bathroom. You gently place her to sit on the toilet seat, apologising when her skin makes contact with the cold material before running the bath just how she likes it. Soon enough, the two of you are in the bath, her leaning back into your embrace as you just let her enjoy the water relaxing her body. “Thank you for taking care of me,” she softly says, looking over her shoulder slightly at you.

“You don’t need to thank me love,” you lean forwards till your forehead rests against hers, “I’ll always take care of you. I love you.”

“I love you too, Dorogaya.” 

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At last, when all of the world is asleep

Summary: A Dornish princess is the siren call to break the vows of the Kingsguard. Paring: Ser Erryk Cargyll x Dornish!Reader Word Count: 2015 Warnings: AFAB reader, plotting sexual situations, alcohol consumption, oral (f receiving), fingering, p in v, finger licking good. Author’s Note: Thank you to my beloved beta reader @sylasthegrim 💜 I appreciate you and your edits, always. Banner by @saradika Title comes from Hozier's lyrics De Selby Part 1 (are we surprised by this?) and the plot comes from this ask: "I want a beautiful princess to corrupt and completely ruin him and make him break his oath." Enjoy! Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @itbmojojoejo @girlwith-thepearlearring @lauraneedstochill @snowprincesa1

The shudder was gratifying, trilling your spine with how his beard tickled the column of your neck, his lips both soft and warm, and the welcomed contrast of his teeth to taste. Your fingers grabbed to pull him closer to the cradle of your hips, burying your face in the nap of his neck and your mouth suckling on his pulsepoint with enough pressure to bruise; you felt him shiver, his voice strangled, husky, when he called out your name. 

To that, you pulled back, abrupt, catching his gaze and your hand coming up to wag a finger. “Good ser,” you tsked, your lips curling upwards, “do not forget who I am.” 

His eyes were glassy, the blue-gray storm that was slowly being swallowed by black. “Forgive me, princess,” he was quick to correct, watching for your response. 

You gave another smirk, your arms reaching to wrap around his neck to pull him back into your embrace, his welcomed musk of blade oil against the perspiration of his skin. “Gentle ser,” you almost purred before capturing his mouth again. 

He was not Valyrian, not the dragon you sought, but the knight was handsome still. And besides, you were sorely out of practice after the imposed propriety of Northern Westerosi customs and the role of a grieving widow. 

When your father had first mentioned the prospect of marrying into the Velaryon House, the Valyrian blood called to you, a curiosity if your babes would be born with silver heads or the crystalline hues of amethysts eyes, and you were quick to accept the proposal. You packed away your dresses and left Sunspear, boarding the ship to travel the Narrow Sea and bring you to your betrothed. 

The marriage had been disappointingly short-lived; your husband was everything you had imagined, handsome, tall, his silver hair knotted back and his clever purple eyes bright, watching you every movement with care, with desire. The consummation had a passion that carried over until dawn, but only after he was gone did your cycle follow to show it did not bear fruit.

“Do not fret, princess,” Princess Rhaenys offered comfort, “you will have plenty of try-agains when they return.”

But she had spoken too soon and you received word that his life was claimed in the Stepstones, though the real tragedy that followed came from the widow garb you were now expected to don. The seamstresses were quick to fit you with the heavy, itchy fabric that covered your skin and robbed you of what little sunlight spilled through to the gray island that you were caged in a figurative sense. 

While your family by marriage grieved the life lost, you mourned your freedom, you mourned the sun you had left behind in Dorne, of the air on your skin that would show in your garments that were now packed away. 

Hope came as a raven, sent by the king and queen of the Seven Realms, extending their sympathies and offering the opportunity to leave the gray slab of land in the middle of Blackwater Bay, with an invitation to the capital so that you could serve Princess Helaena as company. You accepted with the same breath as you finished the words out loud, your claimant that your father’s intention wished you to be an envoy for Dorne, when really your sights were set on a Targaryen prince, your Valyrian bloodlust. 

King’s Landing was bright, bustling with life; you were escorted from the docks inside to the Red Keep where you would meet with the royal family, astutely aware how every set of eyes followed your steps; you gave a wistful sigh, certain of the attention if you could be rid of the widow gowns. 

Gratefully, the queen was considerate of the temperature change in comparison to Driftmark, and the seamstress was sent to recede the fabric in your neckline and sleeves. It still was far from the comfort of your own dresses, but considerably better after half a year of bereavement. It was a taste of freedom, and you dared to add subtle touches of make up, nothing exorbitant, just a touch of tinted beeswax to gloss your lips, a smear of kohl to frame your eyes.

Dorne was a nation that always embraced its sexuality, a sharp contrast to the pious King’s Landing that was laden with symbols of the Seven. You were determined to remarry–two Targaryen princes unwed, two possible dragons to claim–but to catch a dragon, you had to lay an enticing trap, but you wondered if you were rusty with the enforced bereavement having you feeling like a maiden once again. 

So your attention turned to the piety of the Kingsguard that shadowed royalty’s every step. There were those whose gazes lingered well outside what would be deemed appropriate, the blatant, heady lust that enveloped the color of their irises and the bold reds that tainted their features–to which you scoffed. 

A challenge was what you craved, and then you spotted him; his copper tones in duo, though the twins could be distinguished by how they held themselves, as well the fact that Ser Arryk served as Prince Aegon’s shadow. 

Your eyes trained to the other, Ser Erryk Cargyll, the flutter of your lashes when he looked in your direction, the demure dip of your face to coyly cover a smile meant for him to see. 

He did not fracture with your attention, but you–Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken–would not be dissuaded. It was a tantalizing game, something you swore to be playing solo until you spotted it; the tension held in his features by the shackles of his oath, a tick in his jaw or the flit of his smoky blue eyes in your proximity. 

You chose a night to drink, indulging in the imported Dornish wines, a singsong request to be escorted to your rooms that the queen was happy to oblige. 

“Ser Erryk, would you please help the princess to her quarters?”

And now you were at the edge of your bed like you were seated on the throne, watching the Kingsguard that was kneeled so prettily between your thighs spread. He is beautiful, you mused, looking over the warm tones that touched his features, clashing with the copper coloring of his hair. 

He looked up at you, now bare from the waist up, his eyes wide, watchful, waiting for your command, your very breath of direction so that he may obey you; he was an incitant sight, from the cobalt ash coloring of his eyes, wet and wanting, to the flush of pink on his kiss-swollen lips. 

“Please,” his voice was thick. 

You could not help your smile, and asked with your slow drawl. “Please, what?”

“Please, princess,” he began again, his head tilted further to show the length of his neck, and how it bobbed when he swallowed. “Allow me to taste you.” 

You indulged him, enjoying the vibration of his groan with his intimate kiss between your thighs made your own skin ripple with gooseflesh, along with the soft tickle of his beard. But he was a man starved, lapping without purpose until your fingers combed through his hair and pulled him back to meet with your smokey gaze.  

Ser Erryk watched rapt as you lifted your hand, holding two fingers up; you could see the lustful pools of black claiming the coloring of his eyes, the bloom of rust of his beard around his mouth, the glisten of your arousal that shone on him. 

You brought your fingers to press to his bottom of his mouth and he obediently wrapped his lips around; you giggled from his eagerness, from the tickle of his tongue on the pads of your fingers. The spittle broke and added to the rust when you pulled back, his eyes following as your pressed between your folds, watching you bring pleasure to yourself, showing him just how you needed to be touched. 

A pitiful whimper spilled from the Kingsguard before you allowed him to feast again, and he returned with vigor, with purpose. Your wanton moans echoed against the cobblestone. “Princess,” he breathed against your wet cunt, “you must stay quiet.” 

This was impossible to do; your time as a widow left you touch starved and your body was trembling, overly sensitive to his every deliberate touch–how he flourished with the bit of direction shown, and now, oh the gods, the pleasure curled something beautiful at the base of your spine, something sparking with familiarity from what felt like a lifetime ago. 

Then you felt the pressure of his fingers, the careful add of one and the another, and they pushed within you, searching until you saw colors dancing in front of your eyes; Ser Erryk was pleased, focused, pulling you towards the precipice and it washed over you; your skin rose, your nipples pebbled, the cry-out from your lips and clenching response as your pleasure rippled over you with a vengeance, with its reclaim. 

You laid there for a moment, the blood rising to your skin, your chest rising and falling with your breaths, a drunk smile on your lips. 

The knight was now fully bare and was careful to move on top of you, the pale alabaster of his skin and its marking from his service was so warm to the touch. His palms were large, calloused and gentle to peel off your chemise over your head, the tickle of his kisses that worshiped every bit of your skin now showed, glowing with the attention from his mouth.  

“Ser Erryk,” you gasped as he shifted between your thighs, “please.”

He obeyed, flushed, fumbling, his hand dipping between to trail your silken folds, to map your entrance and reached to line himself. He showed consideration with the slow motion of his hips, another gasp from your lips as he filled and stretched your velvet walls; Ser Erryk moved as if you were glass and you wrapped your leg around his slender waist, pulling him flush against you, wishing to be shattered beneath him.

It was all the encouragement needed and he rutted against you, his hot mouth biting into the nap of your neck to muffle his guttural groans. Your mewls were lilted with laughter, the crest of pleasure that rolled over with each of his thrusts; your hand dipped between to tip you over the edge once again. 

The knight could not withstand the sinful clench and he pulled back, a desperate clutch to allow the pearly ropes of his spend against your stomach, his staggered breath as he watched your own fingers coax through your completion. There was a heady look between the two of you before he pushed back to rest on his heels, and you pressed to your elbows, bringing your fingers to your lips and cleaning them, your eyes never leaving his. 

Ser Erryk blushed, pulling away and allowing you to admire his form, the lewd, intrusive thought, the sword in his hand and the sword between, as he moved towards your washbin and returned with a damp cloth; your eyes never left what swayed between his thighs with his each step. He was bashful, handing you the cloth while avoiding your direct gaze as you cleaned yourself, starting to dress himself.

You pushed from the bed, unabashed with your bare skin, sultry steps towards him to assist him with donning his armor plates to his lithe figure beneath his gambeson. When you finished, you could see his hesitation perched on his tongue and cannot help but toy further with the knight. 

“Good ser,” you tone low to match your steps, and your weight shifted to accentuate your every curve, “can I trust you to always escort me to my quarters when needed?” 

His jaw steeled beneath the reds of his beard at your implication, his tick returning as the shackles tightened again. It was a pregnant pause before his eyes met with yours, and you half-expected to see the beautiful blues, but were pleased to see his darkened gaze.

“Whatever you wish of me,” and his low timbre thrilled you. “Princess.”

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Idk how this works exactly but what about a headcanon for Aemond with a female reader/lady who does divination, astrology etc ? Also, if they get married do you think Alys will still happen and if so, for what reason ? (i guess this taps more into Married!Aemond but hey, it is my first time requesting HCs...sooooorry if I did it wrong :( ) THX - fyi you are literally my favorite writer, like I get so freakin immersed in your stories and the way you write them...jesus lawwddd

See through you Headcanon

[ Aemond x clairvoyant! • fem!original character]

[warnings: mention of sex, angst, smut]

[I'm combining this headcanon with a request from one Anons for a similar female character, who befriends Helaena and surrounds herself with ravens, and I'll use it here. I loved this idea! ]

Aemond first meets her when she and her father-lord come to King's Landing for Aegon and Helaena's wedding. Aemond immediately notices, how she is dressed - black and gold, long, suede, matte robes, gold ornaments around her neck and hair. He will think, she looks like a lifted goddess of victory.

She pays no attention to him, only to his sister. Aemond notices them talking to each other. He is surprised to learn a few days later, that Helaena wants to keep her as a lady-in-waiting. Aemond decides, that the girl has his sister wrapped around her finger and he does not trust her.

That only changes, when one day Aemond sees one of her ravens perch on her shoulder. He is intrigued by the way, that she tamed the animal and that it obeys all her commands. She notices him but doesn't even greet him, humiliating him and making him think even worse of her.

More and more of the keep's servants begin to talk amongst themselves about the girl being a witch. Rumors also reach the prince's ears. Wanting to get back at her in some way and make her submit, he summons her to his chamber and orders her to predict his future.

She then smiles in a way, that makes him anxious and sits down at the table, while he stands by the window, looking over his shoulder at her, watching her every move. He sees her spreading the cards on the table and feels a surge of excitement, that she really may say something, that will affect his future decisions.

The girl finally reveals a few cards in front of her, placing them face up, looking at them in silence. After a while she speaks, and for the first time he hears the sound of her melodious, calm, warm voice:

"You will have a chance to kill the one you want revenge on, but it will not bring you the desired fulfillment. You will destroy everything you have built that day. Through one wrong decision, you orphan your child and leave your widowed wife only a year after your marriage."

Enraged by her words, he tells her to get out, calling her a liar and a pretender. She just replies to him calmly, that his future is not yet decided and he can still change it. She smiles, as she tells him not to be so cruel with his future wife, who will bring him so much joy, that he has no idea about.

He decides, that she is being cheeky in wanting to manipulate him into marriage, by only telling him, what she wanted him to believe. Several times, however, her prophecies about his mother and Aegon come true, and he, like it or not, pays more and more attention to her. She's not trying to seduce him, but the thought of what she's told him, haunts him.

One day he comes to her chamber in the evening, wanting to tell her what he thinks of her, knowing deep down, that he really wanted something completly diffirent. When he pushes her against the wall and lifts her dress, she doesn't budge. He tells her she's a con, a liar, a whore who thinks she's smarter than everyone else. She tells him, warmly and calmly, to do what he came to do. It throws him off balance. He turns her to face the wall, pulls down his pants, takes her hips in his hands, and starts fucking her like it's the last day of his life.

When he hears her sweet, soft moans, he can't help but gasp along with her. He can't understand, how she can be so wet for him, not to be afraid of him, not to run from him. He sinks into her hot, tight insided, looking at her face, pressed against the wall, her eyes closed, her mouth parted in indescribable pleasure. He then thinks, on the brink of fulfillment, that she's too beautiful and just cums inside her.

Then he tries to avoid her, but hesitates at the thought, of giving her moon tea. He fears, that he might kill the child, that she spoke of in her prophecy. From the moment he came to her, she did not bother him or talk to him. She treated him as before, which drove him mad with rage.

He began summoning her to his chamber, taking her regularly to his bed, telling himself, that he was only doing it to humiliate her, though he could see, that for her it had nothing to do with this feeling, since she came every time.

When she became pregnant with him, he decided not to make her get rid of the child, his heir, his successor. He announces to his mother, that he wants to marry her. The queen and king try to dissuade him by pointing out their deal with Lord Baratheon, but Aemond confesses to them, that his betrothed is pregnant. They then reluctantly allow their marriage, betrothing Lord Baratheon's youngest daughter to Dareon in return.

After the wedding, Aemond tries to pretend, that she is indifferent to him, that he only did it for their child, but he knows, that's not true. Although he tries to defend himself against it, he really begins to believe in her prophecies, visions and dreams. He listens to them with curiosity and horror, still remembering, what she told him, when she first came to his quarters.

When war breaks out between the Greens and Blacks, he is sent as a messenger on Dareon's behalf to remind Lord Baratheon of his oath. When he meets Luke there, at first he challenges him, wanting to humiliate him. When Luke refuses to duel, Aemond immediately gets on Vhagar and wants to chase him, scare him, show him how weak and worthless he is. Sitting in the rain, he remembers his wife's words and hesitates. He lets out a loud roar in rage and orders Vhagar to fly, turning back towards King's Landing.

I hope that you liked it! In this version he just don't have a chance to meet Alys, so, yes. Here you go, thank you for this request! It's my first headcanon here, to be gentle with me guys. 💖

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[ashborne-ali]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

[aliashborn]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

[ashborneali]

CEO!GP!Natasha Romanoff x femboy!reader P1

<Heads up, you look like Astolfo, you are also 5'4, you also got a fat ass>

Natasha Romanoff, the CEO of one of the most powerful companies in New York City. And also the person you had a crush on!

But well, that wasn't anything out of the norm. Natasha Romanoff was a goddess, one that both men and women loved.

However, the fear they felt towards her outweighed the love. She was as dangerous as she was beautiful.

And she was not afraid to get her hands dirty. After all, with the number of expert lawyers that she has, you could count the things that she was careful in doing with your fingers.

Then there was you, a simple guy who was all looks and barely any brains. You didn't know how it was possible, but you were actually able to become that Natasha Romanoff's assistant.

However, even though you didn't know how it was possible, you weren't going to pass out on this god given chance.

You had happily accepted it and began to work in Black Widow, the company run by Natasha. Even though Natasha was a very serious person, she still was careful so she wouldn't overwork you.

She would also flirt with you when she felt like it, which only resulted in you falling even more for her.

You knew that it was kinda wrong to be in love with your boss and be in a relationship with her since all would go to shit if you two broke up, but you still couldn't stop yourself.

However, you still held back. After all, what if she was just playfully flirting and didn't mean anything deep?

After all, with Natasha's looks, you didn't know just how many handsome or beautiful and powerful people wanted her.

And well, you weren't that comparable to them. You were just a pretty guy who got lucky and became Miss Romanoff's secretary.

With a disappointed and sad sigh, you stepped out of the elevator before fixing your mood and looks.

You held the documents tight in your hands so they wouldn't fall as you walked towards Miss Romanoff's office.

As you passed your own desk, you gently knocked on the door :"Miss Romanoff, it's Y/N. I've brought the documents you told me to bring."

The moment your voice fell, her beautiful voice sounded, shaking your heart and heating up your beautiful face a little :"ah, Y/N, please come in."

Having permission, you opened the door and walked in with a polite smile :"hello, miss Romanoff, good afternoon."

Natasha smiled back at you as she looked up from her computer :"hello, Y/N, good afternoon to you as well. Please put the documents on my table."

You nodded with a gentle smile on your face as you did as she said :"here, I've made sure that it's all of them. Do you need anything else?"

Natasha sighed gently with an apologetic look :"yes, actually. I need your help with something and you may have to stay a little late. I'm sorry, but can you help me with these files?"

You smiled and nodded your head :"it's alright, I don't mind. Just tell me what I need to do and I will start!"

Natasha smiled in appreciation as she nodded :"thank you, Y/N/N, I really appreciate it. I will send the files to your computer, I will also write whatever you need to do. Just ask me if you don't understand anythin-"

But as she spoke, she was interrupted with her door getting opened and a cheerful voice filling the office :"hello there, my bestie! Oh, hey there, Y/N/N! I thought that you had something to do and left since I didn't see you behind your desk."

The one who spoke was none other than Wanda Maximoff. An old friend of Natasha and also a CEO of another company.

Seeing her best friend, Natasha groaned in annoyance as she frowned at Wanda :"Wanda, what are you doing here?

Shouldn't you be taking care of your own company? I'm amazed that your company hasn't fallen to pieces with how irresponsible you act."

But Wanda just rolled her eyes with a smile as she walked towards Natasha's desk :"yeah yeah, whatever, MOM. I just felt bored and decided to come and visit."

As she reached the desk, her smile turned mischievously when she glanced at you who was just smiling innocently :"and I really missed doing this!"

Her hand suddenly came down in a flash and with a punishing force before she slapped your fat ass, causing it to ripple and for you to squeal in shock as you turned around to face her and took a step away with your hands covering your butt while you pouted with a heavy blush :"ouch! W-what was that for, kids Maximoff?!"

Wanda laughed as she shrugged :"come on, Y/N, it's not like it's the first time anyway! I have done it before, and I don't think I will be stopping anytime soon~."

You shivered as the taller woman looked at you with an evil and mischievous gaze. Remembering the many times that she had slapped you whenever she could, like when you bent over to pick something or when you weren't paying attention, you blushed even harder as you avoided looking at her.

Natasha sighed in annoyance as she glared at her best friend :"stop harassing my assistant, Wanda. He could sue you, you know?"

You didn't notice it with how flustered you were, but Wanda clearly noticed the jealousy in that glare.

So she smirked as she moved to your side and side hugged you :"oh come on! As if Y/N/N would ever consider that! He and I both know that I'm just joking around! Isn't that right, Y/N?"

You could do nothing but sigh in defeat :"yeah, we're just joking. But can you please be gentler, miss Maximoff? It seriously stings when you're so rough, you know?"

Natasha frowned even more as she had enough :"alright, that's enough. Y/N, please go to your desk and start your work."

You nodded, still blushing a charming crimson :"alright, I will be going now. Goodbye, miss Maximoff."

As you turned around to walk away, Wanda smirked again as she spanked you again, causing you to yelp :"bye bye, Y/N!"

You pursed your rosy lips and pouted before sighing in defeat and walking away. At least she was gentle this time...

As you walked away, you didn't notice Natasha's lingering gaze on your shapely rear. After you closer the door behind you, Natasha glared at Wanda :"what the fuck, Wands?!"

Wanda raised her hands in surrender as she shrugged :"what? Is it my fault that you're not confessing to him? I'm just having fun messing with him."

You were in love with Natasha, but you didn't know that she was in love with you as well. After all, you were just looks and barely brains.

Either she was really good at hiding her feelings, or you were just a dumbass who couldn't get the hints. Probably the second one.

Natasha sighed as she rubbed her temples in annoyance :"I can't help it, I flirt with him, but he doesn't flirt back! Maybe he's not interested in me..."

From the first moment that she saw you when entering her company, she knew that had to have you.

Natasha didn't believe in love at first sight, but you were way too pretty to pass out on. Your beautiful legs that were covered with pants that couldn't hide your thick thighs and big ass. Your tight waist that created a beautiful curve with your heart shaped butt, your flat chest, your gorgeous face and your long reddish pink hair tied in a braid.

She thought that you were an extremely beautiful girl with a weird sense of fashion who only lacked breasts.

But after finding out that you're actually a guy, she was even more excited! Her dick would twitch whenever she thought of you begging for her cock to just mess you up.

So she immediately ordered it so you would become her secretary. And in these past few months, she has tried to get close to you, which she succeeded in, but she wasn't as close as she wanted.

Wanda sighed as she sat on the desk :"Look, maybe he just feels like he isn't in your league and you wouldn't date him for real."

Natasha looked at her with a confused face as she raised her hands :"are you serious? Out of my league?

Wanda, are you blind or something? Haven't you seen just what kind of a beauty he is? The only reason why people aren't confessing to him left and right is because he's a guy."

Wanda rolled her eyes as she shrugged :"I have noticed. But who knows what goes inside that cute brain of his?

So what about this? Instead of just going in circles and wasting your time, why don't you just sleep with him? I'm sure that he definitely won't reject you. That way, you two will finally be together."

As she thought about it, Natasha sighed as she nodded helplessly :"I guess... But I hope the feeling is mutual..."

The hours quickly passed with you sorting out the files that Natasha had sent you and asking her for advice on a few things.

It was already late and almost the entire company was empty. The only people who were left were you, Natasha, and the security guards.

As you finally finished your job and saved before sending them to Natasha's computer, you laid back on your chair and stretched your arms with a groan.

Having finished your job, you got up and walked towards Natasha's office to tell her that you're going to leave if she has nothing else for you.

"Come in." Natasha's sweet voice sounded as you knocked on the door. You walked in with a slightly tired smile :"hey there, miss Romanoff. I finished everything and sent them to you."

Natasha nodded as she looked at her computer :"yeah, I noticed. Thank you for the hard work. You are free to go now... On second thoughts, can you come behind my desk for a moment?"

You were confused, but didn't see any reason why you should refuse. So you just nodded and walked behind her fancy desk and stood beside her :"is there a problem?"

But instead of answering, Natasha turned to you and got up. As you looked up at the taller woman with a tilted head and a blush, she suddenly grabbed your waist and pulled you closer.

You were confused, but that confusion immediately turned to shock as she slammed her lips onto yours and started kissing you!

Your eyes went wide open, but you didn't try to back away from her. As she kissed you, her hands circled your tight waist.

You also circled your hands around her neck as you two kissed. Hands moved lower from your waist and palmed your ass cheeks, causing you to arch your back and moan into the kiss.

Seeing the chance, Natasha bit down on your lower lip rather harshly, pulling a gasp and a whimper out of you as she took the chance and invaded your mouth with her tongue.

You would've fought for dominance a little, if your brain hadn't gotten foggy already. Natasha quickly dominated the kiss and started exploring your mouth, pulling whimpers and moans from you.

Her hands on your ass massaged and spread your ass cheeks, causing you to let out shaky moans whenever her fingers would touch your hole.

Finally, Natasha pulled back. A string of saliva formed between your mouths as you looked up at her with horny doe eyes.

Natasha couldn't help but let out a predatory growl :"get down on your knees for me, pretty boy." You were a little confused, but too horny to care.

So you got on your knees in front of her and waited to see what she would do. But she didn't take long as she unzipped her skirt and pulled it down along with her black panties.

You somehow got even hornier at the thought of finally being able to see her private parts, but you were honestly shocked when something else was unleashed from her skirt and slapped on your head!

(to be continued...)

[blackypanther9]

Sex Ed class - Fem!Loki x Wanda x Carol x Natasha x Male!Reader

Requested by @natashaxmarvelmen I hope the tagging worked, I am new to this. Lol.

(Don't mind the marking, I just did that for myself and forgot to make it disappear.)

WARNING!: Multiple Orgasms, squirting, Blowjob, oral Sex, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Anal Fingering, gagging, Vaginal fingering, talk about Sex, Sex education class, multiple positions AND MORE ! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED !!!

I will be honest here now…. I NEVER HAD SEX ED CLASS ! I had Biology and we just talked briefly about what a male has and what a female has, how they are build and that Sex is for them to join their Sexes and fuck and with that sperm is set out after an orgasm and then if the female has a egg cell to fertilize the seed will fertilize it and where it all happens and then how a Baby is growing. So I make stuff probably up, but hey… IT IS A FANIFIC…right ? FANTASY IS FREE TO ROAM IN THESE !

Also, Loki and Thor aren’t related nor siblings here. Loki never got adopted, the reason I say this you will find out in this chapter. No worries nothing is in detail, just mentioned.

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Here they are again… Sex ed class… Not many chose that subject, because many felt uncomfortable about talking it. So they were a very small class. There was M/n, Ms. Carol the teacher, Natasha, Wanda and Loki.

“Today we talk about something way different.”, Carol said as class started.

“And that is ?”, Loki asked curiously.

“We will be talking about how Sex works and why it is very healthy and how it is usually done right.”

At that M/n already got hard. And without lying the rest of the girls got wet already.

“Why should Sex be healthy ? All it does is making you addicted.”, Natasha asked bored.

“No, Natasha. A good sex life is good for your heart. Besides being a great way to raise your heart rate, sex helps keep your estrogen and testosterone levels in balance. When either one of those is low you begin to get lots of problems, like osteoporosis and even heart disease. Having sex more often may help people.”, Carol tutted her.

“I didn’t know that…”, Natasha said in awe.

“But then why are men always so desperate ? They are more crazy for Sex than the female.”, Wanda now said.

“The reason men seem obsessed with sex is that they experience it differently from women. For women, it is more about the anticipation and how you get there. It is the longing that is the fuel for desire. Women's desire is more layered on emotion, Wanda.“

„Oh… So men don’t care about emotion and all, just about laying a woman to have fun ?”

“You can put it that way. Not every man is like that though.”, Carol said.

M/n rolled his eyes.

“And what happens if my man wouldn’t satisfy me sexually ?”, Loki asked.

“What do you think, Loki ?”, M/n asked annoyed.

“If you know the answer then speak it out.”, Wanda snapped.

M/n looked at her annoyed.

“When a woman is not sexually satisfied, she may become angry and bitter. Like you, Wanda. You never had a cock before that is why you are such a little Bitch some times and so rude.”, he shot at her.

“Oh and you had Sex before, huh ?!”, Wanda yelled at him in disgust.

“My sexual life doesn’t concern you, so keep your nose out of it !”, M/n snarled.

“M/n…have you already had Sex ?”, Carol asked him.

“Only once, and I was influenced by drugs. I didn’t watch my drink at a club with my previous friends, one of them mixed something into my punch and the next day I was naked and in a woman’s bed. I cut off all connections with my previous friends and moved with my family here.”, he mumbled out.

“They drugged you ?!”, Loki asked in horror.

M/n looked at her and nodded, then fumbled with his fingers.

“I never found out which one of them, but they all knew and laughed at me the next day.”

“That is cruel !”, Natasha yelled.

“It was my own fault. I should have watched my drink better.”

“Since then you never had…?”, Loki asked softly.

“A Girlfriend and Sex ? No. I just don’t have the time now. I study a lot and my family keeps me busy.”, M/n shrugged.

“Wow… That took a dark turn…”, Nat said quietly.

“Then how do you know that a sexually unsatisfied female may turn angry and bitter ?”, Carol asked.

“Easy, my Mother. My Father either shoved her away or when he fucked her, she never came and he finished without her reaching her peak. Mostly because he is exhausted from work, but still, Mother unleashes her wrath at everyone, even me.”

“Oh dear.”

“She is just yelling and telling me what to do… Nothing drastic.”

“Alright. Now let us go to the other part we will talk about today !”, Carol said.

She turned on a screen as big as a Writing Board. The screen came to live and they saw a picture of a cock and a vagina. Carol took a staff and then pointed at the cock with sack.

“As we all know the Penis of a male has an addition, the testicles also called sack, balls, jewels and more. In the testicles is the seed, it gets produced – blah blah blah…”

M/n didn’t listen to it, he knew already. But damn that picture of the Vagina made him horny as fuck. The girls listened intently, wetness pooling between their legs.

They were all so focused on Carol, that M/n slipped off his shirt and pants with underwear and started to stroke himself, biting the inside of his cheek to stay silent.

“For the seed to be set free, a male has to cum. He can cum by masturbation or by fucking another person. Which is why we go over to the female’s Vagina now.”, Carol explained, not once turning around.

M/n bit his cheek harder to not moan. He looked forward and listened to how the Vagina is built and what is what supposed to do and all.

“In order to get pregnant, a male and a female have to have Sex. Which mean the Penis has to go into the Vagina. But that is not all, you don’t simply get seed like that or cum like that. There needs to be caused a friction. The male moved his hips and with that his penis rubs against the walls and sensitive spots of the Vagina. That is causing both of them pleasure and with time they will want more of that friction, moving faster, going deeper and harder. The friction build and builds until they have a feeling of a knot in their lower belly, that means to most of the people that they are close to cum.”, Carol explained.

All M/n did was listen and imagine it. Damn he was close, so, so close… Just a bit faster.

“Of course, when a Female and a male have Sex and are joined, the sack of the male slaps against the Female’s skin and because of the arousal, better said the wetness, of the Vagina it makes wet slapping sounds. It adds to the pleasure. Many people love to hear it and it feels even better.”, Carol continued.

“Ah~”, M/n moaned, not even realizing it as he stroked himself to a finish.

Everyone turned to him and saw as he came all over himself. Carol only smiled as he was panting and walked over to him. He was so messy. She knelt down and then started to lick all the cum from his stomach, chest and face. He hummed at the feel of her tongue on him, it felt amazing…

“You taste good, M/n~”, Carol moaned and continued to clean him.

M/n only hummed, while his cock twitched and came back to life, ready to fuck some cunt.

As Carol cleaned all this mess up, he pulled him in front of the class.

“Change of lesson plans. All undress and then stand in a row. Let us see who M/n will fuck first. This way you will learn everything way faster.”, Carol said.

All the girls hungrily stared at M/n and his cock. They did as told and undressed, then stood in a row. M/n always had his eyes on them all, but damn it would be so sexy to start with his teacher first, so he pulled her to her desk and ripped off her clothes. She only giggled as he cornered her on her desk.

“Get on the desk and stay on all fours, ass and cunt to me.”, M/n growled.

Carol moaned and did as told. M/n turned to Wanda and Nat.

“You two ! Get me another Table !”

They scrammed and pushed one to him, he climbed on it and they pushed the teachers desk and the other desk together. He then turned to Loki.

“Grab the keys and lock the door !”

Loki did as she was told and grabbed the teacher’s keys, locking the door.

“Block the space between floor and door and leave the keys in the lock.”

Loki rushed around and did as told.

M/n spanked Carol’s ass in the mean time and made her gasp. He rubbed her ass and then reached between her legs, going between her lips and started to finger her clit.

“Ah~”

“Shush, Ms. Carol, or shall I say whore ? We don’t want anyone to know our dirty little lesson, do we ?”

“N-no, of course not, mmm~”

“Then be quiet.”, M/n snarled and slapped her clit harshly, making her whimper.

‘So hot…’, the other 3 girls dreamily thought.

“Good girl~ Now be a dear and let me in~”, M/n purred out and pushed 3 fingers inside Carol’s cunt.

“Oh god~!”, she gasped.

“I said be quiet.”, M/n lowly growled.

Then he turned to the other three girls, that were soaking.

“Get me something to shut her up !”, he said.

They all three rushed around.

“The one who finds something to stuff her mouth shut, will be the next one I will fuck.”, M/n added.

All three doubled the effort and soon Nat grabbed a rag and dragged it over to M/n. He took it and then silenced her with it, stuffing her mouth shut.

Loki and Wanda were jealous that Nat will go next, but there was nothing they could have done now.

Soon he fingered Carol’s cunt loose enough and pulled out, making her whine, which she received a slap for.

“Shut up, whore !”, M/n snarled.

Then he pushed Carol’s ass up higher and positioned his cock at her entrance and in one go he slammed inside her, making her moan. M/n wasted no time and started to instantly roughly and fastly fuck her.

Carol moaned against the rag in her mouth and M/n soon had to find out that she came fast. What a fun~

Soon she moaned louder and he felt her walls tighten around him, he rubbed her clit with his left hand while he wrapped his right arm around her waist to keep her in place. All of a sudden her cunt inside became wetter, but she didn’t cum yet.

‘Oh~ A squirting whore I see~’

M/n fucked her faster and rubbed her clit faster with more pressure and she screamed against the rag as she came and squirted at the same time.

“Aww~ Did our squirting whore squirt on the table~? When I’m done with you, you will lay in your own squirted juice~”, M/n promised her darkly and Carol only whimpered at that.

She didn’t even calm down yet, but M/n continued his rough and fast pace, making her moan loudly against the rag and soon she came again, squirting more on her table.

M/n smirked darkly and continued to fuck her.

“I am not even done yet~ And you will be marked as my Sextoy forever~ As soon as I cum, you are my Sextoy and always at my service, understood.”, M/n growled.

Carol moaned and nodded wildly. Then M/n grabbed her hair and pulled her back, making her arch her back. He continued to fuck her and soon again she came squirting.

“Look at the big puddle you already made yourself with your own juices~ And later you will lay in it~”, M/n purred darkly.

“Mmmm~! MMmmnnn~! MMMMMMMMMMMMNNNN~!”

And again she came squirting. M/n enjoyed this far too much. Four times she came already and she looked a bit exhausted, but M/n continued to her 5th and 6th and 7th and 8th orgasm. The girls in the meantime couldn’t do anything else, but watch like hypnotized little puppies.

Their own arousal was already forming a puddle on the floor. M/n was so hot as the dominant one in Sex. The filthy words and the way he fucked their teacher…it was just so fucking hot.

At Carol’s 10th orgasm he chuckled darkly and continued to abuse her cunt.

“So fucking adorable. The whole table covered in your juices. Desperate whore~ But I fear our playtime is over now~”, M/n said and fucked her harsher, making both tables move back and forth.

“MMMMMMMMNNNNNN~!”

M/n was close and he felt that she was also close again, so he continued and soon groaned as he came inside her, marking her as his Sextoy. While he covered her walls in her cunt with his seed, she was squirting again.

She felt his seed flowing inside her and at that she came squirting again. M/n pushed deeper inside her cunt, so his load will stay inside her and he can finish.

As he finished he pulled out, making Carol whimper at the loss. Then he pulled out the rag.

“Like I said, you will lay in your own mess now and NOT move. You shall turn around though, I want you to see how I fuck the others~”

Carol did as told, she turned around and then laid in her own juices.

“Good girl~ And remember, you are my Sextoy now.”

“Yes, Master.”, Carol said.

“Good.”

Then he turned around to Natasha.

“Get your ass bend over your table and hold your panties out to me.”, M/n said.

Nat instantly had her panties in hand and bent over her own table. He took her panties from her and then stuffed her mouth with it, silencing her.

“Be a good girl for me and I will reward you.”, M/n said.

Nat only moaned quietly at that and spread her legs apart.

M/n smirked and then drove his fingers between her lips and to her clit, he rubbed her a bit, making Nat squirm and moan here and there and then he shoved one finger inside her, making her moan a bit louder.

“Not a virgin anymore, eh ? I bet you fucked with Bruce once, the chemistry and physics nerd.”

Nat moaned and nodded her head.

“Filthy thing. Time I teach you a lesson, eh ?”

With that he pulled his fingers out and positioned his cock at her entrance, then he pushed in and Nat moaned lowly.

“Such a little needy, filthy cunt~ I will fuck you and mark you as my next Sextoy~”

All Nat did was moan and nod for that to happen. M/n pressed Nat down on the table, making her chest press on the table. She was totally flat now and she felt every stroke of his cock inside her cunt as he roughly fucked her. She was moaning and practically begging with her eyes to the bookshelf, that she won’t be left alone again, like Bruce did.

Bruce found his own peak, but he never got Nat to finish or cum. That was why Nat broke it off with Bruce a few months ago.

She moaned loudly as M/n hit her G – spot with full force.

“Found it~”, M/n smirked.

Then he started to abuse her G – spot, making Nat moan louder against her own panties and she was becoming even wetter. He fucked her so deep that her belly started to bulge as he fucked in. She didn’t know if that was good or bad, but it felt fucking amazing.

Soon she felt a knot and her walls clenched around M/n’s cock. She was very close, so M/n thrusted harshly into her and she came moaning loudly, while M/n filled her cunt with his seed.

“You’re my next Sextoy at my service~”, M/n purred into her ear.

Nat moaned at that and nodded.

After he filled her up he pulled out, put still pressed her down.

“Actually, I want to mark something else too~”

With that he slipped one lubricated finger into Nat’s ass, making her moan in discomfort.

“Shhh…”

M/n pushed deeper and then wiggled and curled his finger around, making her loosen up a bit, then the next was inside and soon the third finger was in there too. She was moaning loudly as M/n loosened her ass up.

Then he took his cock and aimed, then pushed in, Nat moaned lowly again, it was a bit painful. After she adjusted, M/n started to fuck her ass and Nat’s cunt was wet yet again. So wet.

M/n didn’t take long to fuck her ass roughly, making her moan louder in utter bliss. Her eyes rolled back in her head and soon she again felt that knot. M/n reached down his left hand and rubbed her clit, making her squirm and moan. The only result she got from that, was that M/n shoved his cock inside her ass deeper and all of a sudden, it hit a spot, her prostate.

She came again, moaning loudly. M/n came too, filling her ass and smirked.

Then he went over to Loki. She looked at him with big doe eyes.

“Kneel.”, he said.

She instantly did and looked at him.

“Suck my cock and I will make you cum on my cock.”

Instantly Loki got to work. She licked his cock and even sucked on his sack, making them hard and full of seed again. She took as much as she could in her mouth and started to suck and swirl her tongue around his cock.

“Good girl~ Such a good, filthy girl~”, he praised her as he stroked her hair.

She moaned around him at that and continued to clean him. Then M/n smirked and pulled her all the way down his cock, making her choke slightly. And then he came down her throat.

“Take it all~ Drink it~”

Loki let him cum in her mouth and as he pulled out she swallowed what was left in her mouth, showing him that she drank it. His seed wasn’t even salty, it was more…sweet.

Then he let Loki stand up and he pressed her against a wall, he bent her over as her chest was pressed against the wall and spread her legs, then he lined his cock up and pushed in, biting her neck as she moaned in her throat.

He let no time go to waste as he made quick work of her. At first he fucked her sensually and slow, careful to not hurt her, but then he roughened up is pace and soon she was a whimpering, whining, moaning, sobbing mess. She was always very quiet, so it was no surprise to M/n that she was so good at being as quiet as possible.

“I love your tight little cunt~ Feels like you never fucked anyone before~ But we all know you once fucked Thor Odinson~ Isn’t that right, Loki Laufeydottir~?”

“Mmmnnnyes~!”, she moaned out.

“I bet his cock was as small as a nut~ Heard you broke up with him 2 days later~”

“Mmmmnnn~ Daddy hates him~! He just wanted to fuck me~ His cock was very small~”

“As much as I know your Dad only hates Thor, because he knew that Thor was a “Jump to the next rabbit” person.”, M/n chuckled.

He continued to fuck her a bit rougher, making Loki feel what Nat felt, her belly bulge. M/n made her feel way better than the guy before him. Oh fuck this was heaven.

M/n leaned over her left ear and pressed a hand on her lower belly.

“Can you feel me, Baby girl~?”, he asked with a seductive purr.

“Mmmnnnyes~”

“How does it feel~?”

“Gwood~ Mmmnnn~ Close~”

M/n smirked and hit the mouth of her cervix harshly, making Loki moan louder. He continued that abuse and with one hand he rubbed her clit and with the other he messaged a boob of hers, making her moan louder.

“I bet you will squirt too~”, he purred.

Loki moaned louder at that and pressed her ass further to M/n, which was a mistake, because he hit her cervix a bit harder and she came squirting hard and screaming.

M/n turned her head around and silenced her with his own. He pressed her flat against the wall and bumped his cock softly in and out of her, while he came, helping her riding her first orgasm out. She was twitching slightly and moaning in the kiss, but she felt his cum filling her too and she grew weak in her knees as she did.

‘So warm and so…good. I want more…More inside me…’

After M/n was empty he pulled out, making Loki whine and then yelp. He turned her around and then pressed her back against the wall.

“Jump.”, he said.

She did and he wrapped her legs around himself and pressed her harshly against the wall again. Then he started to line his cock up again and pushed in, causing Loki to moan from her oversensitive cunt.

M/n immediately started to fuck her rough and fast again. She was moaning louder, but M/n didn’t care at the moment, all he wanted was her again at his mercy.

“I will fuck you so good… You will be begging for me to fuck you again and I would say yes~”, M/n groaned.

Loki moaned at that.

“Maybe you would even, like the rest here, consider carrying my child one day~”

“M/n~!”

“God that round little belly you all would have~ Fuck~! I would not be able to NOT fuck you~”, M/n groaned out as he fucked rougher and faster, nearing his peak and feeling Loki close too.

“Fuck, M/n~! Don’t be so filthy~!”, Loki whined.

Loki already was in these thoughts and really wanted a child now. Her Father would murder M/n and her.

Then she was screaming again and M/n quickly shut her up by a deep kiss. She came squirting all over his cock again. And this time he even broke through her cervix and filled her womb directly, bumping her walls softly and carefully as he filled her nicely.

“My little Creampie baby….”, M/n mumbled and kissed her neck.

To be honest he wanted to fuck Loki even more, but he still had one woman to satisfy. Wanda. And she was easy as he heard from Vision. Before he found another girl and cheated on Wanda.

He pulled out after she was filled, which made Loki whimper. He went over to Wanda and pushed her on the table, back on it and face and chest to him.

“I will have fun ruining you~”, M/n growled seductively and licked his lips.

Wanda gulped.

All M/n did was go down on her and attacked her cunt with his own mouth, making Wanda moan and squirm. He licked her clit and even all the way down to her entrance. He teased her cunt with his tongue by fastly pulling it away and pressing it on the clit again for 2 seconds.

Wanda was writhing in that moment and she was so ready to cum soon. Then M/n latched his mouth on Wanda’s clit and sucked on it and flicked his tongue up and down.

“Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck~!”, Wanda moaned and came.

M/n drank it all up and then went back to standing. He lined his cock up and pushed in, fucking her cunt just like he did to Loki’s and Nat’s. In a matter of 10 minutes she came again and was left exhausted. All she could feel was M/n’s seed in her and when he pulled out, which gave her a painful feeling of emptiness.

“New Sextoy.”, was all M/n said.

He turned and looked at all the spend girls he just entertained.

“Get all in a row next to one another. I have a last gift to give~”, M/n said.

They did their best with their exhausted bodies, to do as he said and as they were in one row, he jerked his cock off. It didn’t take long and he came on their faces. He marked all the girls’ faces.

Then the bell rang and M/n cleaned himself up, then he dressed himself. He looked at the exhausted girls and decided to help them get cleaned up too. After that was done and they were all dressed and clean, they unlocked the door and left the classroom.

They all went home. And as M/n was home and in his room he only thought one thing…

‘Can’t wait to fuck them again next time~’

Somehow I wanna make a second part to this and I don’t know why… *Thinks hard* Would a part 2 even be a good idea ? Tell me !

MASTERLIST HERE !

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Mist and Shadow: Two

“Hey Nat?”

She turned to see the familiar, grinning face of Clint Barton and sighed. She wasn’t unhappy to see him. Far from it. But. Clint wasn’t the source of the pleasant frisson of warmth that spread through her body. 

And she knew it. 

There was a lightness that came with it. A sensation that made her feel dizzy and giddy. It was like being drunk but none of her senses were lessened. 

“Hey,” she answered, still half looking for a source.

“Something wrong?”

A shadow of worry passed of Clint’s usually sunny countenance and replaced the cockiness in his smile. It  made Natasha shake her head, too quickly. But if Clint noticed, he said nothing. 

She’d never spoken to Clint of the occasional feeling in light. The warmth that sent every moment of pain and every secret fleeing out of her mind. And out of her heart. 

She’d never asked him if her felt it either. She wasn’t sure how to put her feelings into words. Or how to make it seem... not weird. How could she?

How could anyone?

It hit her out of no where and felt like all the red and all the pain drained out of her. As if she pulled a stopper from a sink. Or the plug from a piggy bank. 

“You ready?” Clint asked. 

Natasha took a sip of her coffee and nodded, looking away from the woman at a table who had caught her eye. The scarf tied through her braid was turquoise. With gold threads. And it popped against her dark, blue black hair. She couldn’t see here eyes. Because her lips were closed. Almost as if in silent prayer. The shape of her lips. The curve of her fingers. 

It was familiar, somehow. Like she’d seen it before. But as she tried to place her, the harder it was to see her anywhere else. It was as if she had just... Burst into being for this moment. This spot of time. And Natasha felt almost as if... As if, when she looked away. If she looked away for too long, the woman would simply... Dissolve.  To cease being. 

And loathe as she was to look away. To leave this moment, she stood and followed the archer. 

But when she heard the whisper “Don’t be afraid, beloved,” it said. 

And there was no fear of this voice. It was soft. Sweet. Full of promise. Like the first murmur of spring on the breeze that ruffled her hair. 

She felt no fear. But that didn’t stop her from looking back towards the table where the woman had sat. 

Only to find golden eyes regarding her steadily over the rim of a cup. And a slow blink, like that of a housecat, made her smile a little.

[storiesofsvu]

Req’s are OPEN besties (also are open for MCU characters!!!👀👀)

Smut | Fluff | Kinks Prompt List

Dialogue Prompts By: AllOverOliver

Sinful Smut

“Try to stay quiet for me. Can you do that?”

“Spread your legs. I want to feel how turned on I made you.” 

“You can add another finger. I’m ready,”

“I want to watch you take off your clothes.”

“You’re so turned on already? That was fast,” 

“Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”

“You want to do this right now? Even though we could get caught?”

“You’re nipples are so sensitive today,” 

“Do you want to continue this in the shower?”

“You look so beautiful tied up to my bed,” 

“I want you to be rough with me, please leave marks on my skin,”

“Say my name,” “Louder,”

“You say you want me, but your body seems to like it when I tease you,”

“Call me ‘Sir’ when we’re alone like this,” 

“No, I’m the one that’s supposed to be making you feel good,”

“Don’t stop, whatever you do. I like that, a lot.”

“I love hearing you moan,”

“Blindfolds heighten your senses, maybe that’s why you’re whimpering louder than usual.”

“I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren’t alone.”

“Sorry, did that hurt?” “No, I’m just a little sore from last night.”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“I’m not wearing any panties,”

“I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you,”

“I don’t have the patience to remove your clothes right now,” 

“Your pussy tastes so sweet,”

“I can’t wait until we’re alone. There are so many things I want to do to you right now.”

“Bite me,” “Where?”

“Were you just touching yourself?”

“What do you want for breakfast?” “Why are you asking me that at 10 o’clock at night-OH.”

“The game is, either of us is only allowed to touch the other with their mouth.” 

“I love how your body loses control when you cum.”

“Fuck me like a starved animal or leave.”

“Spank me,” 

“Show me how you like to be touched.” 

“Harder, Deeper…”

“I want to fulfill that fantasy you’ve always wanted.”

Fluff

“I missed being with you like this,”

“I’ve been excited to see you all day.”

“You’re my perfect match,” 

“No one else can compare to your loveliness,”

“The way you smile like that always turns me on,”

“Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home,”

“I know you said you didn’t want to be late, but you look amazing, and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now,”

“I’ll keep you warm. Hold me closer.”

“Kiss me again, like you mean it.”

“Can I have a message?”

“Truth or Dare?” “Dare”

“Move away if you don’t want this kiss.”

“If you keep kissing my face like that I’ll have to retaliate.” 

“Are you my secret admirer, the one that’s been sending me all the flowers and notes?” 

“Does this kiss tickle~? Haha. Why are you laughing so much?”

“You’re supposed to be washing my hair, but this feels more like a massage.”

“Hold my hand tight. I’ll protect you.”

“When do you think help will come?” “Not for a while, I guess we’re stranded here alone for the time being.”

“Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend’s wedding? I told them I’d have a plus one.”

“I’m in love with you.” “Are you finally confessing to me? Because I feel the same way.” 

“Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together.

CW: KINKS/FETISH/TURN-ONS: Below the Cut

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[gayerthanevertbh]

the widow’s bunny - part 2

author’s note | this series might have a lot of parts, i don’t know yet? but what i can tell you is that i will do my best to update all the time :)  enjoy!

summary | Your father, Clint Barton, brought his fellow Avengers to the safe house and it was your first time meeting the one and only Black Widow; Natasha Romanoff. As soon as you and her get a little close, her other side is vaguely showing and it truly frightens you. She quotes, “You will be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

pairings | Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

warnings | obsessive behavior

taglist | @ilovehotactresses @bepisbeansprouts​  @heidithriel​ @mommynat​ @myplaceofsolace​ @jediluka​ @d14n4ol 4ol​ @youralphawolf72​ @natasharomanoff-wife @santasbitch (i don’t know why i can’t tag some of u :/)​

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 so on...

You are currently away from the Avengers outside of the house to get your mind elsewhere; for no particular reason. Though, your mind wandered to the redhead who seems to be the only person that was genuinely kind and making an effort to have a conversation with you – no diss to the other members who are currently in your house. Then, you guessed it. It’s mainly because you were either friendly or lonely. Back at boarding school, friends were the last priority in your mind since you badly wanted to go home. You don’t have any resentment over your parents, but somehow, you wished to live a normal life as your brothers did. No complaints though, you appreciate everything that your parents offer you.

So out of your mind, you hear a familiar sound coming from your back as you snap your head, seeing the redhead in front of your small body. Now, you feel more intense and anxious in front of her goddess presence.

“What are you thinking about?” You admire how she got straight to the point and you shrugged, crossing your arms below your breasts as you sighed deeply, then inhaling the atmospheric scent.

“Just thinking, sorry. Is there anything you need?”

“No, not really. I just wanted to check up on you,” She offered me a kind smile and then took a step forward. Her body was now practically beside you but we had our distance. “Such a beautiful day, isn’t it? It’s pretty gloomy.”

Now you let out a lighthearted chuckle as you closed your eyes, nodding in agreement.

“It is pretty gloomy,” You whispered under your breath but she heard you very well. She responded with a low tone: “How was it like in boarding school? Being away from your family must’ve sucked.”

It sure did suck. Whenever you were sometimes at your lowest peak, your mom or dad weren’t simply there. You would call them, sure, but a hug would’ve been so much better considering your love language is physical.

“It’s alright I guess, nothing that special about it.”

“I understand how you feel,” She says. “I was raised in the red room. We were all trained to be the best assassins out there, I was Dreykov’s favorite. When, well, when we got … sterilized, I had sworn in my life that I would hate him. He didn’t even consult me about it.”

You felt terrible for Natasha. Going through something conflicting like that is probably the most traumatic experience that any person can go through. You look at her with your apologetic eyes and offered a hand, she gladly held yours and gave it a squeeze. You never thought her hands would be this soft.

“Was it … scary?” You asked timidly, afraid to look at her pretty eyes.

“It was.”

“You never have to be afraid again,” You comforted her, and finally, you looked at her gaze. “We’re here for you. I’m here for you. Okay?”

Natasha tilts her head and gives a one-sided smile, squeezing your hand as she whispers: “Thank you, Y/N. You’re sweet.”

Something about her calling me sweet makes you fold. Were you crushing over your father’s best friend? Truly, this was frightening considering how much older she was than you. But there was this feeling of being safe with her and it massively comforted you like a blanket. You love having her around, and that’s scary to admit.

“I’m here for you too, sweetheart,” God, stop calling me that. “If you need anything, you can always come to me. Actually, I’d like to invite you to my room later. I would love to get to know you more, get to know more about my best friend’s daughter. What do you say? It's like a little date but in a friendly matter.”

You didn’t hesitate any further and were quickly abrupt, nodding meekly.

“Yeah! Sure, yes. Oh my god, yes! I’d like that.”

She winked and kissed your temple but it was more like a chased one. Pulling away, Natasha says with a dangerous tone: “Good. I’ll see you later then.”

When Natasha walked away from you, she took a turn and hid by the tree to take a more glimpse of your alluring self. Her eyes trailed down to your uncovered legs as you wore denim shorts and biting her lip in anticipation. Her mind rushed through filthy thoughts about her hands gripping your thighs as she kisses your stomach hungrily; your moans become more erratic as her tongue glazes over your skin – acting as if it’s a meal. Maybe you were a meal to her, a piece of meat. But to Natasha, you were more than just a lump of meat. You’re her angel while she was the devil.

Shaking from her thoughts, she ushered back to the house and walked quickly up to her room; shutting the door with a bang and leaning her back against it, feeling her chest getting quite heavy from her lustful thinking. It’s getting more vicious as she could never stop thinking about you. Knowing herself, Natasha would’ve had you by now. But time does tell, and she knows that a leisurely pace would lead to success.

You wore a loose camisole tank top along with sweatpants that covered most of your legs. It was a chilly night and you decide to wear something comfortable since you’re going to spend some time with your dad’s best friend. Natasha was very forward with you and does want to get to know you better, but you have this sort of feeling that you’re 100% sure that it isn’t going to happen. Anywhoo, as you walked to her door and knocked quietly; Natasha opens it with a calming smile that was on her lips – more like a tight smile.

“Come in!” Natasha offered you a hand and you gladly took it, feeling your legs weaken from her hand that was delicately soft. She guided you to the mattress and sat back until your back hit the headboard as she sat down beside you, letting out a quiet chuckle before she grabbed the remote control for the television that was in front of you.

“What would you like to watch? I’m honestly good with anything.”

“How about the lake house?” You suggested and she gave a tight grinned smile, nodding. She replies, “Good choice, kotenok.”

“What does that mean?” You curiously asked while leaning your head against the headboard like some confused kid. You just heard her hum for a minute until she responded:

“Jus’ a little nickname,” Humming again, she presses the button to play the movie and you get merely comfortable on the mattress; relaxing your entire body as the chilly room comforts your bare skin. As your mind gets lost with the movie, Natasha was taking a bit of a glance at you. She would look at your side once in a while to memorize every freckle that was on your arm or how your lips get chapped when you’re getting invested in something. She has this evil desire to turn your cheeks to her and kiss you as if she’s eating your entire soul. Your entire being. I can’t control it, she’s just so near me.

The older woman’s hand was on the bed that was slightly near yours and she looks at you – but not in the way she’ll get caught – and lets her hand maneuver closer to yours, licking her lips as she feels her heart thumping loudly, ringing to her ears. She lets a finger graze on yours and watches if you’ll give a slight reaction. None, she smiled to herself proudly and rested a single finger on your hand without even bothering or noticing it there.

You’re undeniably ravishing, bunny. I can’t wait to fully taste your lips and your skin.

An hour later in the movie, you were starting to get sleepy. So, without your consciousness, your head suddenly leans against the older woman’s shoulder and gets very comfortable with it. Natasha was shocked by the sudden movement but dangerously smiled as she wrapped her arm around you, pulling you closer to her.

Yawning, you whispered: “Have you ever been in a relationship before, Natasha?”

You don’t understand why on earth you’d ask that but the goddess who was holding you was incredibly alluring and very compelling. And you were genuinely curious too, so you asked shamelessly.

“Of course, Bruce was my boyfriend but it never worked out,” There was no dismissiveness in her tone as she continued: “Maria Hill was my girlfriend for 3 years. I broke up with her because she wasn’t loyal to me.”

Lifting your head, you asked: “What did she do? Did she like cheat on you?”

Natasha sighed and nodded slowly, her fingertips were dancing around your skin giving you a slight comfort. “She did, with Danvers. I don’t care at this point, she can go fuck herself.”

You pouted to show how sorry you were and whispered: “Gosh, I’m sorry Nat. That must’ve been horrible!”

The woman just shrugs and pulls her knee up to her chest, “It’s fine. I’m over it anyways. You? Have you ever been into a relationship before?”

“Well, yeah. With a girl I guess.”

This made Natasha’s smile falter and snaps her head at you, her eyes full of questions. She never thought that her bunny would ever be in a relationship and it makes her a little irritated. Who else would touch you? It made her skin boil with anger.

“Who?” Natasha managed to ask, surprised that there was no venom in her voice.

“This girl in our school was fairly sweet. Very flirtatious,” I can be flirtatious too, maybe even better than that bitch. “She was my first kiss and the person I lost my virginity with. Unfortunately, the time has come that we have to depart so we did. I cried about it, yes, but I decided to just move on. She will never be back anyways.”

She better not be back or I’ll cut her heart out. I can and I know-how. Natasha thought to herself as she exhaled, feeling the air a little warm. You felt her arm tightening around you as you tell her a story about your love life and it was a little uncomfortable since you don’t like being gripped too hard. You offered softly: “Nat, can you … loosen up? Sorry, I don’t like being–”

“Sorry,” She immediately retracts her arm away from your body, as if you were a hurt puppy, and looks down at her lap. “I didn’t mean to. I promise to hold you gently next time.”

“You didn’t hurt me, I promise,” You cooed while bringing your hands to hers as you held them gently, making her head lift and look at you with a curious look on her face. “You know, I never open up to a lot of people. Usually, it would take me time to fully trust someone and as my dad’s best friend, I feel safe with you. So, thank you for that.”

You make me crazy, bunny.

“I–Of course, Y/N. I like it when you feel safe with me,” Her face softens and pulls you closer to her, hugging you lightly – afraid enough to hurt you and escape from her embrace. This wasn’t so awkward yet it felt so … not normal. It was strange because you never felt this way with anyone, not even your ex, and with Natasha, you feel like you can say or do anything and she wouldn’t even give a shit.

She pulls away and gives a kiss on your forehead, whispering: “You’re always safe with me, kotenok. I promise.”

There she goes with that nickname again, you should take some Russian classes to understand what she’s saying. It even leaves you out of curiosity. After the movie ends, you ask yourself if you can use the bathroom and she lets you. As soon as you walk out, Natasha tiptoes herself out and walks to your room. Gladly, it was wide open so the widow didn’t have a complex time getting herself in. With two small cameras in her hand, she quietly places it behind a flower pot that can hide the lenses while the other one was put up on the closet door. Happily, she sighed. You are now completely on her property. She immediately left without leaving any evidence that she was there and got back into her room, lying down on the mattress comfortably.

“Natty?” That nickname sounds so good on your tongue. “Can I go to bed now? I’m very sleepy, can we talk more tomorrow yeah?”

“Of course, Y/N. I’m sorry for keeping you up,” The woman stands from her mattress and walks up to you, holding your cheeks together warmly. You sighed into her hand as you felt her thumb caressing your cheek. It felt nice. “Get some sleep, I want to hang out with you some more tomorrow. Goodnight.” Then, without even thinking, her lips were carefully pecked on your forehead and that made your stomach churn into fear or relief. You don’t know which one, because everything that Natasha does to you makes you feel something different.

You were probably going crazy.

“Night,” You smiled at her for one last time and headed out, going back to your room without knowing that there are cameras in there. So that she can watch you as you fall asleep in your bed.

And Natasha did that. She watched you on her computer as you took off your tanktop, revealing your breasts. The widow lets out a soft moan that came off from her chapped lips and watches you further, she never thought you liked being naked when going to bed. It arouses her just to even think about your legs wide open as she thrusts her strap-on inside of your tight warm hole.

“My bunny,” She whispers sweetly and presses her lips on the screen. Pulling away, she trails her fingertip on the computer screen and sighs with satisfaction. “My only bunny. My kotenok. You’re so pretty when you’re naked.”

Natasha felt like this perverted woman who is currently watching a woman getting herself comfortable in their bed. It almost scares her but, in a good fucking way. Her mind was racing with undeniably filthy thoughts, it was making her completely insane. She was addicted to you, she wanted to get to know you more and more until she could break you down and manipulate you to join her into this world where no one else can see.

Closing her laptop, she placed it back on her desk and went to bed happily.

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It was around noon when you saw Natasha coming out of her room with her black cardigan that was wrapped around her torso. She looked at you and gave a smile, then pat Clint’s back as you hear him wheeze. You chuckled.

“You find that funny huh?” Clint rolled his eyes as he put the cheese ravioli on a big plate for everyone to eat. Your father also makes the best food besides you, and you do enjoy eating one of his dishes every day.

“It is kinda funny.”

“Oh Y/N, your father is very sensitive,” Natasha mumbles while playfully winking at you as she takes a bite of a green apple that was on the counter. You never noticed but her eyes trailed all the way down to your pressed cleavage. God, she is so sexy. It's so marvelous. So deceiving. A brat.

“I am not–”

Laura cuts him off, “You are, kind of. But, that’s probably why I love you.” She kisses him on the cheek and you look away as soon as you can, you hate to witness your parents being all so lovey and dovey. Natasha watches every movement you make and it gets her so excited to see more of what you can do.

You left the kitchen and walked to an empty room where you can just be alone right now – as you find that very comforting and sighed to yourself. Every day, this woman, Natasha, this energy you’re feeling towards her is new. You question yourself how you got so close to her within the span of two days and now, you’re both pals. But, you’re feeling this sort of crush on her. It was probably normal, everyone has crushes on everyone these days.

“You okay, kotenok?”

You smiled to yourself. Natasha. Turning, you lifted your eyebrows and replied: “Can’t stay away from me, huh?”

Natasha shakes her head and chuckles, crossing her arms. “I guess I can’t. You’re pretty fun to hang out with.”

“What can I say, I’m very entertaining.”

I can tell that you are, my love. I just know you are. Natasha thinks to herself and leans against the wall – acting like this cool aunt in front of you. She clears her throat and says, “You are, indeed.”

Without even thinking, you asked, “When are you guys heading away? I really like having you around here and it would make me sad to see you go.”

Natasha’s heart warmed at the fact that you don’t want her going away. It makes her think that you’re feeling the same way she feels for you, it’s maddening. The woman shrugs and spoke back, “In a week. Why? you miss me already?”

“Ha-ha,” You laughed lightheartedly and leaned your head back on the wall. “Kind of yeah. I am getting really comfortable with you.”

As it should be, my bunny. That’s all I ever wanted, needed, for you to be comfortable with me. Natasha walks a little closer to you until you feel her arm pressed against your sidearm and tilt her head slowly.

She whispered, “I’m really comfortable with you too, detka.”

Another nickname. You thought to yourself as you caught her green eyes lingering on your exposed skin. You backed up your head a little to get her out of her own daze and she did. Natasha mutters a quiet, “shit” before she shakes her head and apologizes.

“I’m sorry,” She defended herself. “I just, god you’re so, beautiful and wild. I don’t know, I don’t know–”

“No it’s okay, I feel the same way. You’re incredibly beautiful too.”

Natasha has these eyes that give off, you-really-mean-that? And leans closer to you but this time she is finally in front of your small delicate body and brings her hand to your cheeks, squeezing with utmost care. You shut your eyes and let out a shaky breath, making Natasha even crazier.

“Natasha–”

“Tell me something,” She whispers while slowly leaning her forehead against yours. Biting her lip, she continued: “Tell me this, do you want to be kissed right now? By me? Be honest. Because I want to kiss you right now.”

“Really?” You asked and opened your eyes with hope, meeting her intense gaze that almost felt vile.

“Tell me you want to be kissed.”

It sounded like she was begging for you, begging for you to say it. And, it only had been two days since you two met but have you ever heard of this quote, “You only live once”? So, you nodded. The widow smirked.

“I’ll kiss you now,” Slowly, she leans in and pressed her lips against yours – letting out an unrecognizable moan that she made. God, she is as sweet as I imagined. Natasha thinks to herself as she pulls away with a pop. Leaving you breathless.

Suddenly, guilt rushes down your body as you think about your dad reacting to this. It was fairly wrong despite the age difference that both of you have. Thank god you were legal though. You bit your lip anxiously and mumbled, “I don’t think we should do that again.”

Don’t you dare say that, bunny. You’re now finally mine! How can you say that? “Why?”

“Because you’re my father’s best friend–”

“Lunch is ready!”

You sighed to yourself and pushed her away as if she was in the wrong of the situation. You walked out of the room and tried your best to forget about what happened. It was wrong on so many levels but if you had to be honest with yourself, that was the best kiss you ever had. Even though it felt like two seconds. Still, the way she kissed you made you feel like a brand new person.

Natasha curses to herself and slaps the wall angrily. She almost had you, she was this close, but the consequences and principles were along the way and she could’ve done it slower. She didn’t waste any time preparing a plot of her kidnapping you and taking you to her chambers where no one else can find you.

When lunch ended, you were back in your room while you were wearing your earphones to relax from what happened. You sighed and turned up the volume so you don’t have to hear what was going on outside from your own room. You just needed to be alone for a while, again.

Until you see Natasha bursting inside your room as she marches towards you, lifting you up from the bed like some Viking. She pulls your jaw with her strong hands as you feel a sudden pain and whispers to you with a venom tongue:

“You’re going to be my pretty little secret, yeah?”

And then bam, everything goes black.

[natashaismylove]

Goddess |N. Romanoff

Summary: reader hasn’t been feeling the best about her body and Natasha is determined to show her just how beautiful she is.

Pairings: soft G!P Natasha x plus!size reader(doesn’t say a specific size)

Warnings: smut, fluff, a little angst, G!P Natasha(she has a penis), unprotected sex, cunnilingus, fingering, dirty talk, praising, sorta body worship, just some very loving and gentle sexy times, pet names(detka, princess, baby), being unhappy with your body, depression.

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I’ve been feeling less confident lately. I kept ending up in front of the mirror with furrowed eyebrows as I squeezed the fat on my stomach, arms and thighs. I would try to suck in my stomach or change my posture to make myself look skinnier. Of course this all just made me feel worse and I would end up sulking in bed for hours.

It didn’t make it better knowing that my girlfriend was the black widow. Everyone had a crush on her and would try to hit on her whenever we went out in public. Even if we held hands no one thought we were dating and just assumed I was some random person. My confidence just slowly decreased into what was now a state of depression.

Natasha was beautiful in every sense of the word and I absolutely loved her and I knew she loved me. The thoughts that went through my head however would always be that she didn’t actually love me as much as I did her.

My thinking was interrupted when she knocked on the door before entering. I sat up and leaned against the headboard and smiled a little at her. “This is your room too, Tasha, you don’t have to knock.”

She smiled with a nod as she sat down next to me. “I know.”

She stared at me and searched my face so I raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

“I love you more than anything.”

My eyes widened a bit before I chuckled. “I love you too, but what made you say that?”

“Wanda looked into your mind-”

“What?” I furrowed my eyebrows.

“It wasn’t on purpose, but she told me some of the things you’ve been thinking.”

My mouth opened a little but she didn’t let me speak. “You are the most gorgeous person in the world, I mean, you’re a fucking goddess!”

I looked down on the bed and she gripped my jaw and made me look at her again. “You are the most important thing to me and there’s not a chance in hell I’m letting you go around thinking about yourself like that.”

She pulled me forward before pushing me back on the bed so my head rested on the pillows. She laid on top of me and gently stroked my cheek before leaning in to kiss me. Our lips moved together softly and I tried to deepen it but she would let me.

She then pulled away a little to speak. “I’m not gonna fuck you, I’m going to make love to you. I’ll show you how beautiful you are to me.”

She leaned back in and slid her tongue softly against mine. The kiss was so gentle and tender I could practically swoon. She started to pull up my shirt and I was quick to wrap my arms around my stomach to cover up. She kissed my nose before removing my arms before pulling my shirt completely over my head.

“Don’t cover up, detka, I wanna see all of you.”

I wasn’t wearing a bra so Natasha squeezed one of my boobs a little as she kissed across my jaw. She gently bit my ear lobe before kissing down my neck and my chest. She looked up at me as she wrapped her lips around one of my nipples and sucked a little. I let out a sigh of pleasure as I ran my thumb over her cheek.

She switched to the other breast and did the same before kissing my upper stomach. I took in a shaky breath as I was starting to get nervous. This was the first time she would be seeing me naked as I had always felt too insecure to have sex with Nat.

“Don’t be scared, detka, I won’t do anything you’re not 100% comfortable with.” she gave me a sweet smile before hooking her fingers in my sweatpants and pulling them down. She threw them onto the floor before doing the same to my panties.

I looked down at her with a nervous expression. She stared at my centre with so much lust in her eyes before she started to place small kisses on the insides of my thighs. She kissed my stretch marks as she looked up at me. She got closer and closer to my pussy before finally wrapping her lips around my clit. My head fell back with a moan and I laced my fingers through her hair. My hips bucked a bit so she put a little pressure on them to keep them down.

She placed two of her fingers against my hole before slowly pushing them in. “God, you’re tight.” she muttered before sucking on my pearl. She moved her fingers in and out of me while curling them a little, drawing out small moans from me.

She pulled out her fingers before crawling up my body and kissing me. She sat up and pulled her shirt off before getting out of bed to remove her pants. She quickly took off her bra and underwear and got back on the bed. I looked over at her and I was in awe of how beautiful she was. I smiled at her before pulling her down on me, making her giggle a little.

She just laid on top of me for a little while as we looked at each other. I leaned in and brushed my lips against hers, placing a small kiss on them. She smiled so lovingly at me and began to gently stroke up and down the side of my stomach.

“Tasha?”

She hummed in reply.

“I want you inside of me…” I said a little quietly.

She slowly smirked a little before getting up on her forearms. She settled in between my legs before nudging her cock against my hole. She kept eye contact with me as she slowly pushed in. My mouth fell open and she put her forehead against mine as she fully entered me. She breathed out a moan and I bit my bottom lip as I stared into her eyes.

She slowly pulled out before pushing back in and I relished in the painful, but so good stretch. She found a slow rhythm and I put my hands around her neck. She picked up the pace a little but nothing too much as she rocked into me.

“Does that feel good, detka?”

I nodded against her before nuzzling my head into her neck. “Fuck-”

She gripped my thigh and hiked it up against her hip and I wrapped my legs around her waist, making her hit inside of me even deeper. She thrusted into me while moving a hand under my back, holding herself closer to me.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” she groaned into my ear. “Love your body so much, princess. All this is mine.”

“I’m yours~”

She nodded a little. “I’m so lucky. The sexiest and most gorgeous person in the world only belongs to me.”

I dropped my head down with a moan. ���I love you~”

She kissed my chest. “I love you too.”

I gripped her shoulders and pushed her onto her back as I sat on top of her, straddling her. I started moving my hips slowly back and forth as she gripped my hips.

“Ah~ that’s it, detka.”

“F-fuck, Tash!” I whimpered as her cock grazed my g-spot.

She sat up and kissed my neck as she helped move my hips up and down. I closed my eyes with a moan and moved my hips until she hit my g-spot in every thrust. She circled her arms around my waist as I bounced up and down, trying to reach my high.

“You getting close, baby?” I nodded and clenched a little around her, making her moan. “Fuck, do that again…”

I did as she said and her head fell back with a loud moan. I reached a hand down to circle my clit and I knew the coil was about to snap.

“You wanna cum, detka?”

“Yes~”

“Fuck, cum for me, princess.” she groaned.

My mouth fell open in a silent moan as I finally reached my peak. Pleasure pulsed through me and my head immediately went hazy. I felt Natasha still and then felt her cum paint my walls. She was moaning a little as she rocked me back and forth, grinding me against her to prolong our orgasms. After a while she held me still and cupped my cheek. I opened my eyes and looked at her, a soft smile covering her face.

“How was that?”

I returned her smile and slightly bit my bottom lip. “So perfect. Thank you.”

She kissed my forehead before placing a long kiss on my lips. “You’re perfect.”

I let out a small giggle. “Well then we’re perfect for each other.”

[george-weasleys-girl]

North Star Series

Chapter 12 - The Letter

Warnings: cursing, child abandonment, feelings of inadequacy

Summary: Y/N receives some surprising news from her mother. Depressed Y/N, protective, sweet George.

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Y/N's note told him where to find her. She was sitting by the Black Lake, poking at the dirt with a stick. He sat down beside her, his pulse quickening when he saw her puffy, red-rimmed eyes. 'Ok, who's ass am I kicking?' George wondered.

He pushed a strand of hair from her face. She scooted closer to him and handed him the letter.

"I'm such a fucking idiot," she uttered.

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Earlier that morning at breakfast

Y/N sorted through the letters she'd received in the post that morning.

"Hey, look," Y/N showed George a postcard with a pyramid on it and the words, Chichen Itza. "Grandma's on another cruise."

"Didn't she just get back from one?" George chuckled.

"Yep, a Christmas cruise to the Bahamas." She smiled, continuing to read the postcard. "Says they went to the Yucatan and got to tour the Mayan ruins. Very cool."

After her granddad's death, her grandma continued to take care of their small apiary business for a few more years, before retiring to Key West with a couple of her widowed friends. Y/N said they were the real life Golden Girls. George had no idea what that meant, but it was apparently a good thing.

Several minutes later, while he was talking with Fred, he heard Y/N sigh. 'Oh dear.' He knew that sigh. "What is it, love?" He asked, turning back to her, his hand squeezing her thigh.

"Mother." She held up the envelope before shoving it in her backpack. "I'm not in the mood for her nonsense right now. I'll read it later.

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"Damn," George said, folding up the letter.

"Yeah."

He wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer. "You're not ok with this at all." It wasn't a question.

She shook her head, still poking at the dirt. "I convinced myself I didn't give a shit about my parents or what they did to me. Turns out I've been lying to myself the whole time. Because I do care. Way too much. And I hate it." Her hands shook as she pulled a photo from the envelope and handed it to George. "She could barely be bothered to spend five minutes with me. And now here she is, so fucking excited to be adopting her new husband's kids."

The photo was the epitome of the picture perfect family. Maybe a little too perfect. Gleaming smiles, hair perfectly coiffed, their clothes immaculate. He was about to mention it, when Y/N spoke again.

"I just can't help but wonder if my father is out there somewhere being the doting dad. Blissfully doing all the things he never wanted to do with me." She shoved the stick harder into the ground, breaking it in half.

"What's so great about them?" She gestured to the three kids in the picture. "And what was so wrong with me, that I mattered so little to them?" Y/N shoulders sagged as she curled into herself. "I guess I just wasn't enough of whatever they wanted."

George's grip on her tightened.

"No."

His commanding tone shocked Y/N out of her downward spiral. "No? I don't--what do you mean?"

"Fuck'em. Fuck both of them. That's what I mean. It's not your fault your idiot parents were too stupid to realize the treasure they had in you. You are enough, Y/N. Enough for yourself and enough for me. To hell with anyone else." He caressed her cheek, his voice softening. "So, no. You will not blame or belittle yourself. I won't allow it."

A bemused grin spread across her face. "I love your determination, Georgie, but do you really think you can silence that little voice inside my head?"

"Yeah, I do." He pulled her onto his lap. "Because I am the George Weasley and you are mine. I refuse let anyone make you feel like you're anything less than the Goddess you are, including yourself," he replied, a plan formulating in his mind.

'I don't know what I did to deserve this boy, but I'm glad I did it,' Y/N thought as she relaxed into his embrace, smiling in spite of herself.

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[ithebookhoarder]

hello !! i loved your works on ex-black widow!reader and scarlett witch!reader ❤️❤️ they are chefkiss!

May I ask if headcanons with steven and marc x master of mystic arts!reader (I mean like an assistant of Doctor Strange) were possible?

Thank you!

A/N: So this weeks episode just hit me in the feels, even if I'm now hella confused about things. I also loved Steven's time on screen and the fact he got to show how smart he is. Cue me finally posting this and catching up on some more Moon Knight asks cause a week is now too long for the next episode.

Masterlist

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Having trained in the mystic arts, you realise the universe is infinite in ways most people could never understand, so things like aliens, gods, and avatars wouldn’t be all that strange to you. Unexpected, maybe, in that seeing it with your own eyes is very different to reading and imaging it, but not strange. 

I feel that your story would end up with you coming across Marc in the US, whilst you’re based at the Sanctum with Dr Strange. Given the fact that the Gods are running around, messing with the natural order of things, you would be informed about them pretty quickly, if you didn’t already know they exist.

Maybe Marc comes to you in search of a magic artefact that is being kept with you, and after a failed break in attempt (cue an awkward skirmish with him) you get filled in on what’s occurring. 

After all, someone trying to raise a goddess and take control over the powers of life and death is sure to fall within your remit as keepers of the universe. The Masters and Dr Strange would have to agree that you should look into things a bit more closely. 

He probably has enough on his plate given everything he’s been through in recent films etc, so he’d be happy to delegate. 

So, you end up following Marc to London, after tracking him and his disappearance. 

Making a base at the London Sanctum, you get to work trying to track down Marc and soon learn of Steven, and their predicament now that Khonshu has them running about as his avatar. 

After reuniting with Marc, and introducing yourself to Steven, you quickly join forces. 

Sure, Khonshu would be wary of your involvement, given your powers and your lack of fear when it comes to facing him and the other gods. He likes to be in control, especially when it comes to his avatars, and would worry you’d be a distraction and possible threat. 

However, he’d come around pretty quickly when he realises how useful you are, and how talented. He also needs all the allies he can get. 

Marc and Steven would be impressed how easily you take things in your stride, like stepping through portals and meeting other divine beings. To be fair, you’re used to dealing with matters of the universe and creation itself. 

You’d offer to use your powers to try and separate them from their joined forms in one body, even if it is only for short bursts of time. It means you can talk to both Marc and Steven, and try to work out what the hell has happened to them thanks to Khonshu’s powers. 

You’d also be able to share the knowledge you already have, as well as what’s in the masters’ archives, about such things. 

Steven would almost combust when you show him ancient manuscripts or artefacts - particularly at the London Sanctum. He’s like a kid in a candy shop and it makes your heart ache with love for him, to see him so happy and excited. It’s infectious. 

You also enjoy when he shares stuff with you too, like in Amit’s tomb, when you both start fan-girling about the ancient sorcerers buried there. 

You enjoy trying to kick Marc’s ass at combat training - without the magic, he insists, in the spirit of keeping things fair. However, you do play a little dirty from time to time, as does he, letting things get out of hand when it comes to pinning one another to the floor in a sweaty, tangled, heap. 

Basically, a whole lot of risking your lives together and sharing your experiences, would end up bringing you all closer. This means that when you finally decide to be more than friends, it isn’t really a surprise.  

You like making Steven laugh with cute little magic tricks, like changing something to a butterfly that flies and sits down on his nose. Marc isn’t quite so easily amused, but he still cracks a smile every now and then. 

They also both have different nicknames for you, mostly magic based puns that have you rolling your eyes affectionately. They’re only allowed because they let you do the same thing in return. 

Marc would sometimes join you if you chose to meditate, as it help sometimes to quiet his mind. Steven would be the bigger fan though, grateful to have a way of trying to keep the calm amidst all the madness in your lives. 

You’d have your spats though, given Marc’s stubbornness and willingness to do things that cause a mess. 

“You want to re-wind the sky?”

“Technically, time - it moves the sky, so we can see what the stars looked like-”

“No! No, we are not bending time or reality or the sky, or whatever this is!”

Also, Steven would sometimes end up arguing with you about things if he feels like you keep things from him, or if he felt left out between your powers and Marc’s ninja skills. 

“What use is a bloody book worm? No wonder you fancy him more - you can see it. I’m right, aren’t I?”

The weirdest though, is when they fight with each other. It’s hard to keep track of who you’re mad at and who is who sometimes, but you learn to make it work. You all have your strengths and weaknesses, but you’re a team nonetheless.