#leys kinktober 2024

[noturlondonboy]

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Every Breath You Take

Dom!Kate Bishop x subby!Yelena Belova x Switch!fem!reader

Word count: 1K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Explicit sexual content, BDSM themes (bondage, restraints, Dom/sub dynamics), Breath play, Threesome (F/F/F), Use of strap-on, Oral sex, Power play, Mild choking

Authors notes: Bet you weren't expecting this, were you?

You and Kate are cuddled up on the couch, the soft glow of the TV flickering as the movie plays, though neither of you is paying much attention. It’s been a quiet evening, just the two of you, enjoying the warmth of each other's company. You’re nestled into Kate's side, her arm draped over your shoulder as she lazily plays with your hair.

The sound of the front door creaking open catches both of your attention, and you glance over to see your other girlfriend, Yelena, stepping inside. Her posture is slouched, her face visibly tired, and the weight of the mission she’s just returned from seems to cling to her.

Without hesitation, you immediately reach out to her, concern filling your voice. "Oh baby, come here," you say gently, patting your lap invitingly.

Yelena doesn’t need to be told twice. She trudges over, collapsing into your lap with a relieved sigh, her arms wrapping tightly around you as she buries her face against your neck. You can feel the tension in her body as she clings to you, her breathing ragged from exhaustion.

"Long day, Lena?" Kate asks, her voice soft as she shifts closer, her hand coming up to rub soothing circles on Yelena’s back.

All you hear in response is a muffled "mhmm" against your skin, the quiet sound making your heart ache for her.

You glance at Kate, the two of you sharing a knowing look. You both understand exactly what Yelena needs right now. A little bit of care... and maybe a lot of playtime to help her unwind.

You stroke Yelena’s hair gently, your voice a soft whisper. "We’ve got you, sweetheart."

Kate leans in, her lips brushing against Yelena’s ear as she murmurs, "Let us take care of you, baby." The promise hangs in the air, a shared understanding that tonight, Yelena will get everything she needs—and more.

Yelena’s wrists are bound securely to the headboard, her body taut and trembling with anticipation. She looks up at you with pleading eyes, her mouth parted as her breath comes in shallow gasps. She tugs at the restraints but not to break free—just to feel the delicious pull of submission you and Kate have her under.

You settle above her, straddling her chest, and slowly lower yourself onto her face. Yelena eagerly responds, her tongue immediately finding your most sensitive spot, making you gasp. Your fingers tangle into her blonde hair, pulling her closer as you grind gently against her mouth, each stroke sending waves of pleasure rippling through you.

At the other end of the bed, Kate stands between Yelena’s spread legs, the glint of the strap-on harness around her hips catching the light. She smirks, trailing her fingers up Yelena’s inner thigh, taking her time, knowing exactly how much Yelena wants her. Yelena whines into you, her hips jerking impatiently, trying to arch toward Kate.

“Patience, baby,” Kate teases, running the tip of the strap over Yelena’s entrance, just barely teasing her. “You’ll get what you need.”

Yelena moans against you, her desperation clear as her tongue works faster, pressing deeper into you, as if she knows that pleasing you will earn her what she wants. You roll your hips, biting your lip, your body starting to tremble from the intensity of her attention.

Your thighs squeeze together around her, you press deeper into her knowing exactly what you’re doing. Cutting off her air supply. Watching as she opened her eyes looking up at you desperately until she was tugging at the restraints knowing to let up as she took in a deep breath. Your eyes flick to her hand watching the movement carefully and understanding. ‘Again.’

You smirk down at your girlfriend settling back down onto her, watching as her face goes red, desperately trying to please you while the air is slowly pulled from her lungs. Yelena could last a long time holding her breath in most situations, but not when she’s trying to please you or Kate.

Kate watches with a satisfied grin before finally deciding to give in to Yelena’s need. She pushes in slowly, the strap filling Yelena inch by inch, eliciting a low, guttural moan from beneath you. The feeling of Yelena’s lips vibrating against you as she lets out that sound nearly sends you over the edge.

“Fuck, Lena,” you breathe, your hands gripping her hair tighter, your head tilting back in bliss.

Kate starts with a slow, deliberate rhythm, pulling out almost completely before thrusting back into Yelena’s slick heat. “Such a good girl for us,” Kate murmurs, her voice low and controlled as she watches Yelena’s body respond to every thrust, her hips moving in time with Kate’s.

Yelena’s moans are muffled against you, but you can feel her need growing more desperate with each passing second. Kate’s pace increases, her hips snapping forward as Yelena’s body arches off the bed, pulling helplessly at her restraints. The bed creaks beneath them, the room filled with the wet sound of Kate fucking Yelena and your own breathless gasps as you ride Yelena’s face.

Kate leans over, her breath hot against your skin as she whispers, “She’s close. You feel it too, don’t you?”

You nod, barely able to speak as the pleasure mounts, your body trembling on the edge. Yelena’s tongue never falters, even as she’s lost in the overwhelming sensations, her body completely at your mercy.

“Cum for us, baby,” you whisper to Yelena, knowing she’s close. And with that, Yelena lets out a broken cry against you, her body shaking as she falls apart beneath both of you, her release sending you spiraling into your own.

Kate keeps thrusting, working Yelena through her orgasm, her hips moving steadily as she watches the way Yelena’s body responds. You collapse forward slightly, panting, your hand still tangled in Yelena’s hair as her movements slow, her tongue flicking over you gently in her own dazed state.

As the three of you come down from the high, Kate pulls out gently, running her hands soothingly along Yelena’s thighs, while you lift yourself off Yelena’s face, gently stroking her cheek. Yelena looks up at you, exhausted but content, her lips glistening.

“We’re not done with you yet, Lena,” Kate smirks, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “But for now... you did so good, baby.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Rising Heat

Soft!Daddy!Yelena Belova x bratty!fem!reader

Word count: 695

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, ice play, punishment, Daddy kink, brat taming, power dynamics

Authors notes: Happy beginning of kinktober! Here we go everyone! Keep your arms and legs in the tumblr blog at all times and remember have fun~

It’s a scorching summer day, and the heat has been pressing down on you like a heavy blanket, making you more irritable than usual. The air conditioning in your apartment is working overtime, but it does little to alleviate the sticky warmth clinging to your skin. You’ve been bratting out all morning—pouting, teasing, and being extra defiant toward Yelena, knowing it’s only a matter of time before she decides to put you in your place.

Yelena watches you from the kitchen, her sharp green eyes tracking your every movement as you sass her for the umpteenth time today. But instead of the stern look or the quick reprimand you’re expecting, a mischievous grin spreads across her face. You narrow your eyes at her, suspicious of the sudden change in demeanor.

“Что-то ты слишком игривая сегодня, крошка,”(You're a little too playful today, baby.) she murmurs in that smooth, accented voice that never fails to send shivers down your spine, even on a day as hot as this one.

You cross your arms over your chest, trying to keep up your bratty front, but there’s a flicker of curiosity in your eyes. “Maybe I’m just tired of being so hot, Daddy.”

Yelena chuckles softly, her grin widening as she walks over to the freezer, pulling it open. Your eyes follow her movements as she grabs the ice tray from the top shelf, popping a few cubes into her hand. The coldness of the ice catches the light, and a realization dawns on you, your eyes widening as you watch her approach.

“Yelena…” you start, but she’s already beside you, her free hand grabbing your wrist gently but firmly, guiding you to sit on the edge of the kitchen counter.

“Shh, малышка(baby). Let Daddy cool you down.”

Before you can protest, Yelena presses an ice cube against the side of your neck. The sudden coldness shocks your system, drawing a gasp from your lips as you instinctively jerk away. But Yelena’s strong hand is on your thigh now, holding you in place with a soft but unyielding grip.

“Stay still,” she orders, her voice low, but there’s a playful glint in her eyes.

You whimper, torn between the conflicting sensations of hot and cold, your skin prickling as she drags the ice cube down the length of your neck, trailing it over your collarbone. Your breath hitches, and you feel your brattiness melting away under her touch, replaced by a different kind of tension.

“Such a bratty little thing today,” Yelena murmurs as she continues her icy path, her voice laced with affection. “But I know what you need.”

She shifts the ice cube down to the dip of your cleavage, letting it slide lower, the freezing touch making you arch your back slightly. The whimper that escapes your lips is half protest, half plea, and it’s exactly what Yelena wanted to hear.

“See? Isn’t this better?” she teases, her fingers brushing against your heated skin as she pulls the now-smaller ice cube away, replacing it with a fresh one. “Maybe next time, you’ll behave, hm?”

You bite your lip, trying to suppress a moan as Yelena’s cool ministrations continue. The contrast between her warm hands and the icy touch is driving you mad, but in the best way possible. You can’t help but squirm under her gaze, feeling your defiance crumble completely.

Yelena leans in close, her breath warm against your ear as she whispers, “Or maybe you’ll keep being a brat just so Daddy can do this again.”

Yelena chuckles, her lips brushing against your temple as she places one final ice cube at the base of your throat. “Good girl,” she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm against the heat.

As the last of the ice melts away, Yelena’s hands find their way to your waist, pulling you close, her touch grounding you after the playful punishment. “Feeling better now, малышка?”

You nod, nuzzling into her neck, feeling the lingering coolness on your skin where the ice had been. “Yes, Daddy. Thank you.”

Yelena smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Anytime, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you something cold to drink. You’ve earned it.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Ride.

Dom!Kate Bishop x subby!fem!reader

Word count: 1.3K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, dom/sub dynamics, Daddy!Kate, thigh riding, teasing, edging(mentioned), rough handling, begging, desperation, physical restraints

Authors notes: Daddy Kate is something I love and I feel like we don't have enough of it!

The evening had started innocently enough, with you and Kate lounging on the couch in your apartment, a casual night-in after a long week. She had come over for dinner, and you’d spent the evening watching a movie together, your legs draped over her lap as you relaxed. But as the night went on, there was an undeniable tension simmering beneath the surface. Kate had been teasing you all night—small touches that lingered, playful comments that made your heart race, her eyes flickering to your lips as she spoke.

You’d tried to play it cool, tried to ignore the way her hand would occasionally squeeze your thigh, or how her voice would drop lower when she said your name or used a pet name. But Kate could always read you like a book, and she knew exactly what she was doing. By the time the credits rolled, the air between you was thick with unspoken desire.

“I can feel you squirming,” Kate said, her voice laced with amusement as her fingers traced lazy circles on your thigh. “What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?”

You shifted slightly, trying to shake off the effect she was having on you, but it was no use. You couldn’t help the way your body responded to her. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you mumbled, biting your lip.

“Oh, really?” she replied, her hand moving higher up your thigh, dangerously close to the heat between your legs. “You’ve been squirming since the movie started. If you needed something, you should’ve just asked.”

Her teasing smile made your pulse quicken, and you turned your face away, feeling a flush creeping up your neck. “Kate…”

Before you could finish your thought, Kate shifted, leaning in so her breath ghosted over your ear. “Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but there was an edge of challenge in her tone.

You swallowed hard, your heart racing in your chest. “No…” The word came out softer than you intended, but it was all Kate needed to hear.

“Good girl,” she murmured, her lips brushing against your skin before she pulled back to look at you, her eyes dark with intent. “Come here.”

You hesitated for only a moment before you found yourself straddling her lap, your hands resting on her shoulders for balance. The shift in positions made your breath catch, your body already reacting to the closeness, the heat between you. Kate’s hands were on your waist now, pulling you closer until your core was pressed against her thigh, the pressure making you gasp softly.

“Look at you,” she said, her voice low and full of affection as her eyes trailed over your body. “Already so needy, aren’t you?”

You whimpered softly, your hips involuntarily shifting as you felt the friction. Kate smirked at your response, her hands sliding down to grip your hips firmly, keeping you still.

“If you’re going to be this desperate,” she continued, her tone teasing but firm, “you’re going to have to work for it. Ride my thigh.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but the command in her voice made you ache with need. You bit your lip, nodding as you let her guide your movements, grinding down against her thigh. The fabric of her pants sent a spark of pleasure shooting through you, and Kate watched every reaction, her dark eyes filled with pride.

“Don’t stop,” she urged, her voice taking on a huskier edge as she began to guide your hips with more intensity. “I want to see you fall apart for me.”

“Y-yes Kate…” You feel her fingers dig into your cheeks, burning slightly. 

“I know we’re still getting used to this, but Kate isn’t my name right now, is it?” She asks, staring you down. You whine and grip tightly on her, not wanting to be looking at her while you say it. You’d only used it when you were in that fuzzy headspace only she’s been able to bring you to. “Go on baby, what's my name? I know you know it.” Her hands gently massage your thighs like they were earlier. 

“Da-Daddy…” You speak softly and then Kate grips your hips, rolling them against her and you let out a soft moan. “Daddy, your name is Daddy. Please Daddy more.”

“Such a needy little thing,” Kate murmurs, her voice low and teasing as she watches the way your hips stutter. Her thigh muscles tense beneath you, and you gasp at the friction, your panties already dampening from the relentless pressure. “But you’ll work for it, won’t you?”

She shifts slightly, lifting one leg just enough to make you whimper, the fabric of her pants rough against your sensitive core. 

“Yes Daddy…” You whimper, biting your lip as your nails dig into her shoulders, clinging to her for balance.

“Good girl,” she purrs, a hand trailing up your back, fingers grazing the base of your neck as she tightens her grip. “Now show Daddy how badly you want it. Ride my thigh until you cum, otherwise I’ll stop.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and you obey, grinding harder, your breath hitching as the pleasure builds. Kate’s hands never leave your body, keeping you grounded in her control as she watches you unravel.

Kate's grip on your waist tightens, her fingers digging in just enough to make you squirm as you grind down harder, desperate for more friction. Your body is already on fire, and every subtle shift of her thigh beneath you pushes you closer to the edge.

“That’s it,” Kate breathes, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you struggle to hold back the sounds threatening to spill from your lips. “I can feel how wet you are. You’re soaking me, baby.”

Her words make your cheeks flush with embarrassment, but the need pulsing between your thighs is too much to resist. You bite down on your lower lip, trying to muffle the needy whimpers escaping you, but Kate’s hand slides up to your jaw, forcing you to look at her.

“Let me hear you,” she commands, her thumb brushing against your chin. “I want to hear how good it feels.”

You’re helpless to resist the authority in her voice, and the next moan slips past your lips without hesitation. The sound only seems to spur Kate on, her thigh flexing beneath you, providing a delicious pressure that has you clinging to her even more tightly. You’re shaking now, your hips moving desperately as the heat inside you coils tighter and tighter.

“Don’t stop,” Kate growls, her lips brushing against your ear. “I want to see you fall apart on my thigh. You’re so close, aren’t you?”

“Yes Daddy, fuck so close Daddy. Please Daddy? Please can I cum?” Your breath is coming in ragged gasps as your body teeters on the edge. 

“Go on baby. Show Daddy how much you love her.” Kate husks in your ear. It sends a shiver through your whole body. It feels like fire and electricity. 

The pressure between your legs is almost unbearable, and you can’t hold back anymore. With one final, desperate grind, your body tenses, and the orgasm crashes through you, leaving you trembling in Kate’s arms.

Kate holds you steady as you ride out the waves of pleasure, her thigh still pressed firmly against your soaked core. “Good girl,” she murmurs, her tone softening as she strokes your back. “You did so well for me.”

You slump against her, still catching your breath, and Kate tilts your chin up to meet her gaze. Her eyes were dark with lust and you could only assume yours were the same. There’s a smug smile on her lips as she leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“But we’re not done yet, baby. I’m not finished with you.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Fuck...why are you guys all so good...I need to breed Wanda like this

15 // Breeding // Breed Me

Summary: Wanda wants something special.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: enchanted strap, dirty talk, excessive cum

Word count: 450

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“Stay still.”

“What are you doing?”

“I’m enchanting the strap,” she said, her fingers flicking at the silicone dick at the juncture of my thighs. “So you can breed me properly.”

“Holy shit.” I murmured softly, watching as the cock came to life before my eyes, standing at attention.

She smiled and ran her fingers along the length of it, watching as it twitched under her touch.

“Excited?” She asked teasingly and I nodded.

“Very.”

She laid down on her belly, wriggling her ass at me as she looked at me from over her shoulder.

“Come get me.”

With almost a primal growl, I jumped onto the bed and grabbed her by the hips, rubbing my cock against her slit before taking it in my hand and slipping it into her heat. She let out a low, throaty moan as I bottomed out and I groaned, digging my nails into her as I began moving against her.

“Oh, fuck, Y/N.” She moaned, gripping the sheets beneath her as I pounded her into the mattress.

“You’re so fucking tight.” I couldn’t control myself. “I’m not gonna last long if you keep - oh, fuck!”

Her pussy clenched around me again and I nearly lost it. I leaned forward, resting all my weight on her back, and held her down as my hips rutted against her ass. Whimpering, she took my cock, knowing that I would be pumping my cum into her momentarily.

I pushed her down into the bed and came, copious amounts of cum spurting into her. She let out a groan as I continued to fuck my cum back into her, making a mess of both of us and the bed. She writhed underneath me, feeling my cum seeping out of her and onto the mattress.

“More.” She whimpered. “Fuck your babies into me.”

“Oh, god!” I cried out as her magic got me instantly ready for round two.

I tried to brace myself, fucking her slower this time, but she pushed back against me, her sticky, cum coated walls milking me for all that I was worth.

“Wanda - I can’t -”

“Fucking breed me, Y/N.” She said through gritted teeth. “Fuck me harder.”

I bit my lip and let go, pounding into her as hard as I possibly could and fucking her stupid. She let out a scream as she came around me and I squeezed my eyes shut and came again.

I whined as I came, practically falling limp on top of her panting as I finished inside her.

“Again?” She asked from underneath me and I shook my head.

“Five minute break. Cumming out of a cock takes a lot out of you.”

“And I wanna take even more.”

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Lap Dance

GP!Natasha Romanoff x stripper!fem!reader

Word count: 1.9K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, lap dances, sensual touching, teasing, Natasha has a cock

Authors notes: I got really into writing this and felt like it was more like Natasha owns the club you're working at which is why she's allowed to touch.

As the heavy bass of the music fills the room, you step closer, letting each movement flow like honey, slow and deliberate. The click of your heels is barely audible over the beat, but Natasha’s sharp gaze notices every tiny detail: the shimmer of your outfit under the club’s dim lights, the way you carry yourself with a confident, magnetic allure. You can feel her eyes drinking in the sight of you, her expression a perfect mask of calm while her fingers tap idly on the rim of her glass.

When you finally reach her, Natasha leans back, giving you space to straddle her lap. You feel her strong thighs beneath you, an unyielding base that makes the whole moment feel headier. Her hand moves to the back of your thigh, fingers curling possessively, almost instinctively, as you settle onto her. There’s no mistaking the way she holds you as if you’re something precious she doesn’t want slipping from her grasp.

You start with a teasing rhythm, rolling your hips, letting your chest brush against hers, close but not close enough. Natasha’s gaze narrows, lips parting slightly as you lean in to whisper, the scent of her cologne mingling with the intoxicating warmth radiating off her. The closeness makes her shift, almost imperceptibly, but enough that you know you’ve hooked her. Her breath fans warm against your neck, and her voice is low and controlled.

“Careful,” she murmurs, fingertips pressing just a little harder against your skin. “If you’re going to tempt me, you’d better be prepared for what comes next.”

But you aren’t about to give in so easily. You pull back, giving her that mischievous smirk you know she finds irresistible, and continue to move, slow and sensual. Natasha’s hand trails from your thigh to the small of your back, steadying you, holding you exactly where she wants. The heat between you builds with every subtle touch and lingering glance, both of you locked in an unspoken game.

Her thumb traces small circles on your hip, her grip firm yet measured. Every so often, her eyes meet yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine, her gaze promising that she’s fully in control, no matter how much you try to tease her. And when you press a little closer, letting your lips hover near her ear as you whisper something daring, you feel her jaw tighten, her restraint just barely holding.

Without a word, Natasha’s hand slips to your neck, thumb brushing along your jaw as she tilts your face to meet her gaze. There’s a dark, appreciative glint in her eyes, and for a moment, the two of you are locked in a silent standoff—one you both know she’s already won.

Your pulse thrums under her hand as Natasha holds you there, the heat of her touch radiating through your skin, setting every nerve on edge. The music fades into the background, becoming just a soft hum compared to the pounding of your heartbeat as you stay suspended in that electrifying tension. The corner of her mouth lifts ever so slightly, her smile a sharp edge, a glimpse of the power she’s only barely holding back.

With excruciating slowness, Natasha’s hand trails down from your jaw to your collarbone, fingers grazing lightly over your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. She’s deliberate, her movements measured, testing, like she’s gauging every little reaction, cataloging them with a smirk. She leans in close, so close you can feel the warmth of her breath against your lips, but she doesn’t kiss you—not yet.

Instead, she moves her hand back to your hip, pulling you flush against her, her grip firm, possessive. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” she murmurs, her voice a low rasp that sends a delicious shiver through you. She’s looking at you with that predatory gleam, her restraint evident but fragile, like she’s just barely holding back the urge to devour you right here.

You answer her with a slow roll of your hips, sinking further into her lap, watching her jaw clench at the friction. Her fingers dig into your waist, pulling you in just that bit tighter, letting you feel every firm line of her body pressed up against yours. Your hands find their way to the collar of her suit, fingers skimming the crisp fabric, feeling the contrast between her polished exterior and the heat simmering beneath. Her eyes follow every move, dark and steady, but you catch the flicker of her control slipping as she lets out a soft, almost inaudible sigh when you lean into her.

Taking her reaction as encouragement, you decide to push a little further, tracing a path from her collar to the thin line of her collarbone exposed beneath her shirt. You lean forward, your lips barely ghosting over her skin, and feel her inhale sharply. The grip on your waist tightens, almost a warning, but there’s a hint of surrender there too, a quiet invitation to continue testing her limits.

“Careful now,” she whispers, her voice like silk, and the way her eyes meet yours has you feeling dizzy with the power you hold over her in this moment.

But just as you’re reveling in that power, she tilts her head back, studying you with that calculating intensity of hers, her smirk returning. Her fingers drift up to your chin, guiding you to look directly into her eyes, leaving you utterly vulnerable under her gaze. And in a single smooth movement, she flips the script, leaning forward until her lips brush yours, just barely, a feather-light touch that leaves you aching for more.

Her words come as a low murmur against your mouth, each syllable laced with a heat that has you holding your breath. “Tell me… how much longer do you plan on teasing me?”

Her voice, low and sultry, sends a delicious heat racing through your veins, making you swallow hard. She’s leaning in so close now, her lips a whisper away, her gaze sharp and demanding, but she doesn’t move any closer. You can feel her patience wearing thin, that delicate tension stretched impossibly taut, but you’re not ready to let go of the game just yet.

With a coy smile, you tilt your head, letting your lips graze hers—barely a brush, soft enough to leave her wanting, hard enough to feel her sharp inhale. Her fingers tighten at your chin, pulling you closer with a gentle but firm insistence that leaves no room for escape. Natasha’s breath is hot against your skin, her hand drifting down to the small of your back, pressing you into her lap so there’s no space left between you. Your body fits perfectly against hers, a stark contrast to the sharp lines of her tailored suit, her hold warm and possessive.

“Oh, I could do this all night,” you murmur, feeling emboldened by the dark hunger in her eyes. Natasha’s smirk widens, a hint of challenge in her gaze, like she’s daring you to keep pushing her buttons. Her fingers slip beneath the hem of your shirt, brushing your skin, tracing gentle, teasing circles that make it hard to keep up the façade of control.

Without warning, her hand slides higher, leaving a trail of warmth as she tilts her head, her lips grazing the shell of your ear as she whispers, “Good. I’m in no rush.” The words make your heart race, her voice velvet and steel, promising more than just the thrill of a dance. Her fingertips linger at the curve of your waist, dipping beneath the fabric just enough to make you shiver.

Slowly, deliberately, you let your hands roam over her suit jacket, tracing the strong lines of her shoulders, savoring the contrast between her polished appearance and the simmering heat beneath it. She’s still, waiting, letting you explore her, but her gaze is unwavering, every move you make reflected in the intensity of her stare. It’s almost a game now—one where every second you manage to keep her waiting only stokes the flames between you higher.

But as your fingers brush over her collarbone, Natasha shifts, her hand coming to rest firmly on the back of your neck, pulling you closer until her lips are so close to yours, you can almost taste her. “If you’re trying to make me lose control…” she says softly, her tone laced with dark amusement, “you’re doing a damn good job.”

And before you can respond, she closes the distance, her mouth claiming yours in a kiss that’s slow, consuming, every bit of her restraint crumbling as her hand tangles in your hair, pulling you even closer. The kiss deepens, each movement deliberate and savoring, as if she has all the time in the world and intends to use every second.

You feel her smile against your lips, the barely-there curve of victory, as her grip tightens, anchoring you to her. Her fingers brush up your spine, sending shivers down your back as her lips travel from yours to your jawline, leaving a heated trail down your neck. Every inch of her feels like fire, her touch both possessive and gentle, savoring every reaction she pulls from you as if each one is a prize.

Her voice, a soft murmur against your skin, brings you back, grounding you in her hold. “So,” she whispers, her words a velvet caress, “are you ready to see just how far I’ll let you push me?”

Your pulse quickens as her question hangs in the air, a charged promise that leaves you breathless. Natasha’s lips ghost along your neck, her fingertips pressing into the small of your back, urging you impossibly closer. You can feel her cock straining against her pants.

 You’re lost in the intoxicating warmth of her touch, feeling the restraint unraveling as she claims you with each passing second. Her eyes hold that dark glint of control she’s carefully wielding—one she’s offering to let slip just enough for you to feel the full force of her desire.

Her hand tangles in your hair, gently pulling, tipping your head back, and her lips meet yours again, this time with a raw intensity that sends heat racing through your veins. The kiss is deep, fervent, and possessive, every brush of her mouth sending a wave of longing through you as she takes her time, savoring every second. When she finally pulls back, her gaze lingers on you, a faint smile curving her lips.

“Consider that a preview,” she murmurs, voice husky, her thumb brushing tenderly along your jawline. She lets you catch your breath, fingers trailing over your cheek with a gentleness that leaves you feeling warm and utterly captivated. “I’ll be expecting the full show later.”

She leans back, her hands loosening their hold on you but lingering, her thumb grazing your hip as if reluctant to let go. With a final smirk and a raised brow, she straightens her suit, leaving you dazed and breathless, and stands. Her parting words are laced with mischief as she leans close one last time.

“Don’t make me wait too long, darling,” she says softly, her lips brushing your ear, her breath warm against your skin.

With that, Natasha turns, the commanding presence of hers lingering long after she disappears into the crowd, leaving you with a heartbeat that echoes in the silence she left behind—a silent promise that this night was far from over.

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Run Rabbit

Stalker!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Word count: 913

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, stalker!nat, public sex, public play, primal play, hunter/prey, toxic ideology

Authors notes: This was the first one I wrote for kinktober and probably still one of my favorites that I wrote this whole month.

You always knew she was there. You just never actually saw her unless she wanted you to. It was rare if ever that she let you see her.

The first time you saw her you were sitting down at a crowded mall. She had sat right next to you, a hand coming up on the back of your neck before you could even register it. A moan wanting to come out but you stopped yourself.

You had looked over to see a face hidden by a face mask and sunglasses with her hoodie pulled up. You could see small wisps of red peaking out.

“Don't scream. Don't say a word.” She speaks just loud enough to hear you. “I know you've wanted this for sometime. Saw you posting about it on your blog. So I did some digging and found out you lived right near me. I've always wanted to do this, but I didn't know until I saw your pictures and your posts,” her grip tightens and you go from frightened to fuzzy as she restricts your air. “That it had to be you, bunny.”

You wanted to open your mouth and protest, but as she let go a moment only to restrict you again, her nails digging in slightly just enough to leave little red crescent marks before slowly disappearing.

She leaned in, whispering in your ear, “I'm gonna keep an eye on you bunny. You're my little bunny now.” A shiver ran through you as her voice tickled the shell of your ear. Your eyes fluttered closed as she let go of you, getting up and disappearing into the crowd.

That was only the first of many encounters until finally you got what you truly wanted.

You made a very deliberate post about a fantasy. You wanted to be chased through the woods until you got caught and then fucked. No matter how much you screamed no matter if you said that you didn't want it. You saw her like the post immediately and a private message saying

“I can't wait.”

︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

There was a chill in the air as the sun sat low in the sky. Autumn was coming in quickly, but you had worn revealing clothes to make the chase more exciting once she caught you. A thrill shot through you at the idea of it. You knew you shouldn't be turned on by the idea of your stalker chasing you through the woods to inevitably fuck you, but you very much were.

A hand on your shoulder and the whisper in your ear, “Run bunny.”

Your heart pounded as you took that first step. Running through the crunching leaves breathing heavy and heart ready to come out of your chest. Hiding behind a tree as you try to stay quiet and yet.

A hand wraps around your throat, eyes snapping up to look at her. No mask, no glasses, no hoodie. She'd always stayed hidden, but here she was before you making your head spin for multiple reasons.

Her free hand found its way up your skirt. Feeling over your clothed cunt you hear a deep rumble of a chuckle.

“You're so soaked, bunny. Is this all for Me?” Her husky voice is in your ear. You nod dumbly at her words, but she smacks your cheek, bringing you back to her. “Words bunny.” A moan left you before you were able to answer.

“Yes My Fox. All for you.” You were desperate for her. She smirked at the nickname. Assuming you had gotten it from her blog. Just as she had gotten yours from your blog.

Her hand moved from between your legs to pull out the strap she was packing. She pulled your panties to the side and slid through your folds. Both of you moaning out at the contact. She picked you up and easily slipped inside of you.

“Fuck…bunny…feels so good.” She moaned out as she started to pound into you. You felt the tree dig into your back as she pounded up into you.

“So fucking good Fox.” You gripped onto her, your nails clawing down her back as her lips left their mark on your neck.

You had wanted this, needed this for so long. No one would ever play how you wanted. None of your partners thought it was okay, told you to seek help before leaving and yet here you were getting fucked in the woods by your stalker.

Did you need help?

Probably.

But right now, nothing else mattered besides how she was making you feel.

“Fuck…bunny I'm cumming. Want you to cum with me.” Her hand finds your throat once more, that fuzzy feeling coming back as you felt that build up. As she fell over the edge, so did you.

You couldn't remember a better orgasm than the one you just had. As you were tentatively set down your legs wobbled and your Fox kept a hold on you as she situated herself back and picked you up.

You took another look up at her as she carried you bridal style out of the woods. She was absolutely beautiful. How did you get so lucky to have someone like her?

If anyone ever heard you call your stalker beautiful and that you were lucky to have her they'd think you were crazy and well maybe you were, but you were hers and you didn't want to be sane if it meant not having her.

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Scream For Me.

Serial Killer!Kate Bishop x fem!reader

Word count: 2.6K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, knife play, Overstim, Possesive, dark behaviors, blood/blood play, violence, toxic relationship dynamics, mentions of murder and death, non-con

Authors notes: HAPPY HALLOWEEN! We made it through kinktober everyone! Now I'm going to take a break for a bit unless inspo strikes!

“Are you excited for Tony's yearly Halloween bash?” Wanda asks excitedly, sitting next to you in the common area at your college. 

You smile at your best friend, “Of course I'm excited Wands! I've got a great outfit this year. Maybe I'll finally win his costume contest.”

Wanda chuckles and leans against the table, “Are you going to tell me what your costume is or…?” 

“Oh no you'll have to wait and see sweetheart.” You tell her as you start getting your things ready to leave for your next class.

“Will Kate be there?” she asks, looking up at you. 

“Of course she will be.” You smiled at the thought of your girlfriend. You loved her with all of your heart. Kate was a few years younger than Wanda and yourself. A freshman while the two of you were Juniors. 

The moment you met Kate you knew she was your other half. The two of you spent all the time you could together. 

“I'll see you there Wands, okay? I gotta get to this class. If I'm late one more time he's docking me a letter grade.” Wanda shakes her head at you.

“Go on, I'll see you and Kate there.” She says with a sly smile.

At the Halloween party, the atmosphere is vibrant but eerie, with everyone in costumes ranging from creepy to ridiculous to sexy. You and Kate arrive hand-in-hand, your partner’s dark, intense stare never leaving your side, though she occasionally lets it drift over the crowd with a curious gleam.

While you catch up with Wanda, a loud scream rips through the party, sending a chill down your spine. People scramble, and the panic sets in as whispers spread: someone’s been murdered. From that moment, guests start disappearing, the once-packed house thinning out as one by one, people meet their doom. You feel Kate’s grip on your hand tighten as fear begins to gnaw at you.

Finally, when only a few remain, you glimpse a figure in a Ghostface mask lurking in the shadows. As the masked killer advances, you step back—until you realize that Kate is no longer at your side. The realization clicks in slowly, a thrill of horror and intrigue mingling as you begin to piece it together.

Your breath catches as the figure in the Ghostface mask steps forward, the dim lights casting an ominous shadow over the already blood-splattered floors. The killer moves with a confidence that’s disturbingly familiar—slow, calculated steps that feel chillingly precise, almost practiced.

“Kate?” you whisper under your breath, though your voice betrays the suspicion you’ve had for the past few minutes. She can’t hear you, but you feel the weight of her gaze behind the mask, and something within you tells you that this was always part of the plan.

The figure pauses, just feet away from you, and tilts their head as if to say, You figured it out. With trembling hands, you reach for the mask, barely daring to breathe as you lift it.

Beneath the mask is Kate’s face, her eyes glinting with a mischievous spark and a satisfied grin spreading across her lips. “Took you long enough,” she murmurs, her voice low and teasing.

“What… What did you do?” you manage to ask, your voice wavering between terror and fascination. She steps closer, her hands finding their way around your waist, pulling you against her.

“Just made sure it was a party we’d never forget,” she replies nonchalantly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. You feel the wet warm blood on her fingers against your skin. Her eyes gleam as she leans in, whispering, “Now lets have some fun babe.”

Despite everything, your pulse quickens—not just from fear but from the dangerous allure of Kate's touch and the promise in her gaze.

Kate’s lips crash against yours in a heated, possessive kiss, her hands tangling in your hair as if you’re the only thing grounding her. When she finally pulls back, there's a wild glint in her eyes as she slips the Ghostface mask back on, her voice dropping to a dark, teasing tone.

“Now it’s time for me to have some real fun,” she purrs. Her fingers trace your jawline, sending a shiver down your spine. “Run,” she commands, her voice dripping with anticipation. “And if I catch you… I’ll have my way with you.”

The thrill shoots through you like lightning. You don’t waste another second, spinning on your heel and darting into the maze of halls in Tony Stark’s sprawling mansion. The house looms around you, full of twists and dead ends. Your heart pounds as you slip through shadowed corridors and dimly lit rooms, the pounding of your footsteps echoing through the halls.

You think you hear her behind you—those calm, measured steps almost mocking you, growing louder. You stumble up the stairs, gasping for air as you push through the nearest door, finding yourself in one of the empty guest rooms. You press your back against the wall, holding your breath, ears straining for the sound of her approach.

A slow, taunting voice filters in through the door. “I can hear your heartbeat, you know,” Kate calls. Her words wrap around you, each syllable drenched with dark amusement. “Did you really think you could hide from me?”

Your heart skips a beat as you realize she’s right outside, just beyond the thin barrier of the door. The doorknob turns slowly, and you brace yourself as she steps inside, the mask tilted just enough that her eyes pierce through the dim light, locked solely on you.

The chase is over, and she knows it.

As soon as she steps inside, you dart for the door, hoping to slip past her and make it just a little farther. But Kate’s reflexes are sharp, her hand snapping out to grab your wrist with an iron grip. In one swift motion, she spins you around and presses you firmly against the wall, her body caging you in place.

You’re caught between the cold wall and the heat of her presence, her fingers digging into your wrists as she pins them above your head. Her breathing is steady, almost calm, while yours comes in ragged gasps. She tilts her head, her eyes visible through the mask, smoldering with an intensity that sends shivers through you.

“Thought you could get away from me?” she murmurs, her voice a soft taunt as she leans in, her lips barely brushing against the shell of your ear. “I told you, if I caught you…” She pauses, letting her words hang between you, heavy with promise. “You’re all mine now.”

A flush of adrenaline and thrill rushes through you as her lips graze along your jaw, leaving a trail of heated kisses down your neck. Her hands slowly drift down, finally releasing your wrists but keeping you firmly pressed against the wall with her body.

“You ran well,” she whispers against your skin. “But it's over.”

Kate’s hands trail down your body, lingering just enough to leave you breathless and wanting more. Her touch is possessive, claiming you in a way that should send shivers of fear through you—but instead, every nerve in your body lights up in pure anticipation. You want to resist, to hate her for this dark side that she’s unleashed, but as her lips capture yours again, any resolve you have dissolves completely.

You lean into her, your body betraying any illusion of resistance, craving the warmth of her touch and the intensity she brings. Her fingers trace your curves, igniting a fire that surges through you, leaving you clinging to her as though she’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

She notices the change in you, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she pulls back just enough to look into your eyes. “You love this, don’t you?” she whispers, her voice a low murmur that sends a thrill straight through you. “You love me.”

And as much as you want to deny it, you can’t. Kate has you wrapped around her finger, heart racing and head spinning. Every twisted, thrilling second of this only makes you fall harder, and you know there’s no escaping—not from her, and not from the way you feel.

Kate’s fingers disappear momentarily, and when she returns, you catch a glimpse of silver gleaming in her hand. Your breath hitches as you realize she’s holding a knife—small and sharp, its blade glinting under the dim lights.

She brings the blade close to your skin, her eyes never leaving yours as she lets it hover near your collarbone. “Don’t move,” she whispers, her voice both a warning and a promise. Slowly, she presses the flat side of the knife against your skin, letting the cold metal glide along your collarbone and down the curve of your shoulder, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.

Your heartbeat pounds as her hand moves with expert precision, the blade tracing patterns over your skin, never breaking it but skimming just enough to keep you on edge. She’s in complete control, and there’s a dark satisfaction in her gaze as she watches every shiver that her touch elicits from you.

The knife drifts lower, following the line of your arm, before moving back up to rest just over your racing pulse. “Still with me?” she murmurs, her lips ghosting over your cheek as she leans in close.

You manage a nod, voice caught in your throat, and her grin widens, a hint of pride mingling with something far darker. The blade continues its slow, tortuous path, tracing the line of your neck and collarbone, reminding you with every pass that she has you completely, utterly at her mercy.

The sharp prick of the knife against your skin sends a hiss escaping your lips, a mix of pain and thrill that rushes through you as tiny bubbles of red rise to the surface. Kate’s gaze locks onto the crimson beads, her breath hitching as if she’s savoring every second of your reaction. There’s a hunger in her eyes that goes beyond words, a craving that runs deep, and you can tell she wants more.

Her fingers linger on the knife just a moment longer before her eyes flick back to yours, dark with desire. Slowly, she guides you from the wall toward the bed, her movements calm but unmistakably possessive. The anticipation hangs heavy in the air as she settles you onto the edge, her hands steady as she tilts your chin up to keep your gaze fixed on her.

Kate’s fingers glide over the small mark she’s left on your skin, smearing the faint traces of red as if claiming you in a way that’s both gentle and deeply, darkly intimate. She leans in, her lips barely brushing against your ear as she whispers, “You’re mine… every part of you.”

Her words send a shiver down your spine, and as she pulls back, you feel her hand press you down onto the bed, her fingers trailing possessively along your body. There’s a fire in her eyes, one that promises you’re in for a night that will leave its mark on both your skin and your memory. And as much as you should resist, you can’t help but melt beneath her touch, surrendering entirely to her intoxicating presence.

Kate’s hips press firmly against yours, and the friction of the silicone she’s packing against you makes your eyes flutter, a whimper escaping as she grinds deeper, savoring every reaction. Her hands grip your thighs, holding you steady as she positions herself, the mask barely concealing her wicked grin.

Without hesitation, she sinks into you, and you gasp, feeling her stretch you with ease. She fills you perfectly, her movements slow and purposeful, drawing out every delicious inch. A low groan slips from her lips, muffled beneath the mask as she starts to move, each thrust more intense than the last.

“Fuck, babe,” she pants, her voice heavy with satisfaction as she watches you writhe beneath her. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet.” Her tone is thick with pride, taunting and possessive, each word making your pulse race faster.

With every thrust, she presses deeper, her rhythm unrelenting as she wraps her hand around your thigh, pulling you closer, her breath quickening as she watches the way you fall apart beneath her. Each moan, each gasp, only seems to spur her on, and you know from the look in her eyes that she’s nowhere near finished with you.

Your release crashes over you, and for a fleeting moment, you think she might give you a second to recover. But Kate’s thrusts don’t relent, and her grip on your thigh only tightens. A dark, determined look settles in her eyes as she grins beneath the mask, her voice a low, possessive growl.

“I’m not done with you, babe. We’re going to keep going,” she promises, her words drenched in intent. She leans in closer, pressing you deeper into the bed, her thrusts driving you into a haze of overstimulation that leaves your head spinning, every nerve alive with a mix of pleasure and intensity.

The blade makes sporadic appearances, gliding across your skin with expert care, just enough to keep your senses heightened. Each pass sends sparks through you, leaving faint red lines that she traces with her fingers, her gaze fixed on your every reaction, almost mesmerized by the effect she has on you.

Your body trembles beneath her, every sensation amplified as the line between pain and pleasure blurs into a dizzying euphoria. She picks up her pace, grinding deeper, watching as you unravel all over again beneath her. The overstimulation is relentless, and as the world spins around you, you can only cling to her, completely at her mercy.

The sun’s first rays spill across the horizon, casting a soft, almost surreal glow over the world as you and Kate finally stumble out of the mansion. You make it to her car, exhausted and exhilarated, bodies aching from the night’s intensity. Kate’s Ghostface costume lies discarded in the backseat, and she’s back to her usual self, though her eyes still hold that dangerous, satisfied gleam as she starts the engine, focused on the road.

You take a deep breath and check your phone, seeing a string of worried messages from Wanda. Your heart clenches as you read them:

Did you make it out?

Please, Y/N, answer me…

If I don’t hear from you soon, I’m calling the cops.

A pang of guilt flickers as you glance over at Kate, who doesn’t seem the least bit concerned as she drives, one hand resting casually on the wheel, fingers tapping to some rhythm only she can hear. You quickly type out a message to reassure Wanda.

I’m fine. I got home with Kate, and we took our minds off things.

A few moments later, your phone buzzes with her reply: Thank god… Just text me later, okay? I was scared. You feel a strange blend of guilt and thrill, thinking back on everything that happened, knowing that the night’s secrets are locked safely between you and Kate.

You slip your phone into your lap, stealing a glance at her, your heart racing all over again as she smirks, catching your gaze. “What?” she teases, a satisfied glint in her eye.

“Nothing,” you reply softly, the thrill from last night lingering as you reach over, your fingers brushing hers. Whatever’s next, you know that with Kate, you’re in for one hell of a ride.

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This was just amazing. I'd love to use someone like this.

October 19 - Asphoradic

pairing: dom!WandaNat x sub!Reader

summary: Your girlfriends use you and give you a special treat.

content warnings: drug use (sort of), dildo, restraints, dubious consent

word count: 1.2k+

masterlist

comments and reblogs are always appreciated! happy reading ♡

“Hold her mouth open,” a strong, raspy voice sounds out.

You pull at the soft rope around your wrists, wishing that the headboard wasn’t made of metal. You’d really dug yourself in a hole, mouthing off and acting bratty all day. It wasn’t all your fault though, you had a big project due the next day that you’d wanted to complete, and your girlfriends had been… distracting. 

All day.

And you still have some work left to do tomorrow. You pull at the restraints again, feeling a gentle hand cup your cheek. 

“Just open your mouth, darling,” Wanda murmurs, her voice soft. It’s comforting, and you almost obey. Then you remember how mad you are. 

Gritting your teeth, you shake your head, feeling the blindfold slip slightly down your nose. Wanda sighs, her fingers quickly retying the knot and tightening the blindfold. 

“Don’t make this more difficult than it has to be,” comes Natasha’s voice, her hands coming down to wrap around your ankles. She holds them firmly, pressing your limbs against the mattress as Wanda’s hand snakes around to your nose. 

Pinching, Wanda shushes you as she cuts off your air. 

“Hush, darling. Just open that pretty mouth of yours… I have a special surprise for you. You’ll love it, I promise.”

You feel your lungs burn, the need to breathe becoming too strong to resist. Parting your lips, you suck in air, relief flowing through you as you feel Wanda pour liquid into your mouth.

You sputter, Wanda’s hand clamping down over your mouth as she instructs you to swallow. Her voice is melodic and low in your ear, wrapping around your thoughts and soothing your frantic mind. You swallow slowly, the liquid slightly salty and bitter as it slides down your throat. 

It warms you from the inside, settling in your stomach as Wanda removes her hand and takes the blindfold off of you. You can see her eyes gleaming with satisfaction, her fingers twisting the cap back onto a small bottle. 

You feel your mind become fuzzy, your eyes glazing over slightly. Your body feels… warm. And sensitive. So… fucking sensitive. Oh god, you were so needy all of a sudden. You feel the urge to cum, the itch to do whatever it takes to get sweet release. 

“Please…” you moan, and you watch through hazy eyes as Natasha and Wanda share a pleased look. 

“You want this, don’t you,” Natasha croons, her eyes sharp as she takes in your flushed face. She feels your muscles relaxing, your body pliant beneath her touch. Her hands softly slide up your thighs, a quiet moan escaping from your lips at the action. 

“So responsive,” Wanda murmurs, her lips brushing against your ear and trailing down your neck. You squirm at the sensation, your body heating up. Her hands squeeze your chest, her touch gentle and painful at the same time. 

Arching your back, you thrust your chest further into Wanda’s hands, a pathetic moan sounding out. Natasha chuckles, grabbing a dildo from the nightstand and pressing it against your dripping hole. 

“Beg.”

You begin to plead, your words slurred slightly. “Fuck me… please I need it. I wanna… wanna be filled up. Please just make me feel good,” you beg, your voice taking on a desperate edge. 

Wanda sticks her fingers in your mouth, and you smile as you begin to suck. God, there’s nothing you would rather be doing right now. The weight of her fingers against your tongue causes more heat to wrap around your core, your arousal slick as it drips down your inner thighs while you suck Wanda’s fingers with lewd noises.  

“Good job, pet,” Natasha says, pressing the toy slightly inside you. The pressure drives you wild, your hips attempting to buck up, her fingers digging into your skin to stop the movement. 

“Fuck her,” Wanda commands, her eyes locked on you. She can see the desperate flush spreading from your cheeks and down your chest, your nipples straining with need. “Don’t go easy, Natasha.”

With a smirk, your girlfriend obeys, slamming the toy deep inside you in a single thrust. She doesn’t give you any time to adjust, your walls squeezing in pleasure as she drags the toy out and roughly pushes it back inside you. 

Pain and pleasure bloom, overtaking your senses as you feel your arousal leaking out with each harsh thrust of the dildo. Wanda leans down, attaching her lips to one of your straining nipples, sucking as you moan at the stimulation. 

It quickly becomes overwhelming, and you beg as you strain against your restraints. 

“Please, oh fuck… please let me cum. I need to cum, please I’ll do anything I just… fuck me… harder please. Let me cum. I’m begging…” you plead, your voice breathy and high. You’re aware that you’re seconds away from whimpering, but you don’t particularly care. 

“Listen to that, Wanda,” Natasha says, her voice sounding amused. “The toy wants to cum… should we allow it?”

You feel Wanda’s moan as she lets your nipple go with an audible pop. You plead at her with your eyes, feeling your orgasm approaching as Natasha roughly fucks you with the dildo. 

Fuck, you’ve never felt this desperate before. This… brainless and horny. The only thing you want is to cum, to feel pleasure. You would be embarrassed, but the only thing you can think about is how close your release is. 

“Let her cum, Wanda says, and you sigh in relief. “But, don’t stop afterward.”

Your eyes widen as Natasha laughs, the sound low and dark. Fuck, was she really going to…

Natasha angles the dildo to hit that sensitive spot inside you perfectly, your orgasm rising quickly. Your breaths come in short gasps, your chest heaving as Wanda leans down as presses her lips against yours, her fingers circling your clit quickly. 

It doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit. Pleasure cascades through you, your muscles clenching as you moan. It’s overwhelming in the best way, your body craving more even as your orgasm fades. You can feel yourself still wanting more, your body buzzing with arousal. 

Natasha notices, her eyes widening in delight. “Look Wanda, our pet wants more… how about you go get the vibrator. I want to see how many times they can cum in one night.”

You feel your mind fade into the fuzzy headspace you love, barely registering the way Wanda moves away from you. The only thing you notice is the incessant pleasure from her vibrator as she holds it against you. Natasha is still fucking you deeply with the dildo, her pace only increasing as you cum over and over again. 

And yet… your body craves more. 

“We should get more asphoradics,” Wanda murmurs, her voice low as she gently kisses Natasha. “I think our little toy loves feeling like this.”

You nod quickly, the words registering in your brain as you cum again. 

Truly, it was perfect. You loved feeling like a toy, used for your girlfriends’ pleasure as your brain turned off. You loved being used, your body constantly craving more. If you could stay like this forever, you would be happy. 

Natasha slams the toy into you, the movement sharp and rough. “I think that's a wonderful idea, sweetheart.” 

Two pairs of green eyes peer down at your used, tired, needy body. Wanda and Natasha smile at you, their eyes dark as they watch you fall over the edge again. “Our toy is absolutely perfect like this.”

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Okay, here is my tentative list for kinktober! If you want a certain pairing with any of these, please feel free to send it in!

Kinktober 2024

1. Temp play (Soft!Daddy!Yelena x bratty!fem!reader)

2. Piercing (Dom!Wandanat x sub!fem!reader)

3. Pet play (Puppy!Kate Bishop x Domme!Fem!Reader)

4. Watersports

5. Bondage (Domme!Maria x subby!fem!reader)

6. A/B/O (dom!alpha!Agatha x omega!reader)

7. Markings (Agatha x fem!reader)

8. Praise kink (Carol Danvers x fem!reader)

9. Flogging (Dom!Scarlet Witch! x subby!fem!reader)

10. Overstimulated (Mean Mommy!Agatha x fem!reader)

11. Knife and gun play (Mob!Boss Natasha x fem!reader)

12. Breath play (Bishova x fem!reader)

13. Collaring (Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader)

14. Gangbang (Mob boss!Wandanat, Carol, Val, and Kate x fem!reader)

15. Hair pulling (Valkyrie x fem!reader)

16. Lactation (Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader)

17. Period sex (Wandanat x fem!reader)

18. Shower sex (Mommy!Wanda x fem!reader)

19. Mirror sex (Wandanat x fem!reader)

20. Stockholm (Dark!Agatha x fem!reader)

21. Monster fucking (Tentacle!Agatha x fem!reader)

22. Thigh riding (Dom!Kate x subby!fem!reader)

23. Breeding (G!P!Nat x fem!reader)

24. Somnophilia (Dark Witch!Agatha x fem!reader)

25. Pussy slapping (Domme!Maria x fem!reader)

26. Edge play (Corrupted!Wanda x innocent!fem!reader)

27. Lap dances (G!P!Natasha x stripper!fem!reader)

28. Phone sex (Carol x fem!reader)

29. Hunter/Prey (Stalker!Nat x fem!reader)

30. Aphrodisiac (Valkyrie x fem!reader)

31. Masks (Serial killer!Kate x innocent!fem!reader)

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Just a little tease~

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Guys should I do Kinktober??

If so does anyone have any ideas for me to do??

Like kinks and pairings??

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👀 dom kate

She definitely likes to suck on R's tits while it's happening

🐨

SAY LESS

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If you'd like to help me pick out the pairings for kinktober here is the list!

Temp play and water sports are left!

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oooo miss ley!!! flogging with dom!scarletwitch!Wanda x reader!?

-🍓

Added! I love this~

If you'd like to help me pick out the pairings for kinktober here is the list!

Temp play, water sports, and thigh riding are left!

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Number 14 with the Marvel ladies? Nat, Wanda, Carol, Val

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#6 with dom!alpha!agatha x reader?

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https://www.tumblr.com/wandamaximoffsbadgirl/757985914458914816/guys-should-i-do-kinktober-if-so-does-anyone?source=share

ah, please, do something with Yelena🙏🏻 I know she's asexual in canon (or it's fanon🤔 I'm lost) but love this baby so much

Yelena in the comics is asexual, but in the MCU it hasn't been mentioned.

Okay, Yelena, and what kink??