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☽ 𝖕𝖑𝖆𝖞𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖌𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖙𝖘 ☾

☾ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: private hire!WandaNat

So @nats-firefly and I discussed this idea way before October, but brought it up again when I mentioned wanting to do a ph!WandaNat thing and now.. here we are.. filth amongst sleepy gays

private hire AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don’t need to add community labels, I’ve put adequate warnings below.

wc: 4.5k. cw: smut that starts out fluffy, but Wanda gets irritated. kinda cuddly sex. groping. fingering. punishments/attention denial. humiliation/degradation in the form of being babied. brief oral. overstim. typical Nat annoying Wanda. bratty reader bc people are always asking to see what would happen if you pushed Wanda's limits.

No outside clothes on the bed.

One of Wanda’s few house rules and generally easy to follow… until you were exhausted and she was snapping her fingers at you before you could take a second step towards her mattress.

Typically if you were too tired to seek out pajamas you’d suck it up and fall into your own bed, passing out until you gained energy to sort yourself out in the morning, but tonight was different. Your shift was long and felt even longer, filled with coworker mishaps and annoying customers that left you checking your watch every few minutes towards the end of the night. All you dreamt of on the ride home was Wanda and her warm bed, knowing she’d most likely be up despite the late hour. 

She had the tendency to worry; no matter how even-tempered she appeared, Wanda stayed up as late as she could for Natasha, and now you as well, to come home to her. You’d headed out earlier than your normal shifts, just after midnight, and with your boss always being notified the moment you left work, there was no doubt Wanda would be wide awake.

As expected, you found Wanda in her bedroom, nose deep in a book. She looked so happy to see you, you thought maybe you could skirt by her standards just this once-

“Don’t you dare get those dirty clothes anywhere near my new comforter.” 

“Wandaaaaa…” You groaned like a child, halfway to stamping your foot if you didn’t know that’d get you kicked out instantly. “I’m exhausted! It won’t ruin anything just once.”

But no amount of puppy dog pouts could make Wanda budge; the woman was so stubborn for the smallest things. You’d seen Natasha tease her for it, and even then, she stood firm; apparently there was a time when Wanda didn’t care, but once she started buying stuff of her own, she was intent on keeping it in order. “Not a chance. I can see at least three different cocktails spilled on your shirt! Get rid of the clothes or say goodnight and go to your bed.”

“So unfair…” The wardrobe across the room felt like too far of a journey, but you’d looked forward to the warmth of Wanda too much to deny yourself now. Before you knew it, you’d begun shedding your clothes, kicking them away into a lazy pile on the floor and wandering back over to your goal. 

Unexpected as it was, the sight of you tiredly stripping down amused Wanda and she didn’t stop you from sliding into bed, chuckling at your silly display of wiggling around until you successfully crawled on top of her fully clothed form. “Well aren’t you clever? Always trying to find yourself a loophole.”

“I like to think that’s what you love me for.” Tired arms wrapped around Wanda’s middle, resting your chin on her chest to gaze up at the older woman. Sleeping naked wasn’t your plan, but the act wasn’t unfamiliar, particularly in this room. Most of the time, though you got into bed wearing some kind of sleepwear, either Wanda or Natasha found a reason to take them off, anything from claiming to want a simple look to being straightforward in their desire to stake their obvious claim on you.

“I love you for a great many things, little one.” She let her book gently bop the top of your head before setting it aside on the nightstand, happy to give you her full attention. Spending the day alone wasn’t awful, but she missed you and Nat terribly, always preferring to be with at least one of you when she fell asleep.

The two of you settled into an easy embrace, Wanda drawing patterns over your bare back as you cuddled against her soft silken pajamas. Even back in silence like she’d been before your arrival, Wanda felt different, lighter, knowing she could hold you safe and her wife was on her way too. “How was your night? I got updates about some out of line people… I hope no one gave you too hard of a time.”

You shook your head, your frustrations melting away now that you were snuggled up to Wanda. It all seemed so far away while you were laid safe in your bosses’ cozy bedroom. “Nothing terrible, just felt like it lasted forever. It’s the Halloween crowd madness starting up, I think…” 

The brunette nodded and listened as you went through details, throwing in a comment or two when needed; engaged even as her hands began wandering. She didn’t realize what she was doing at first, smoothing over the indulgent feel of your delicate skin. You were always just so pliant and willing; honestly, she decided you deserved a reward for following her rules with the last bits of your energy. Wanda loved knowing you’d chosen her over sleeping across the hall; it was hard to stay firm when she was also tired of sitting by herself, but if she gave in once, she’d never hear the end of it.

It started out innocent enough that you didn’t question her, overexerted muscles enjoying the gentle massage of your ass and thighs. By the time Wanda pushed your hips up to make room for her hand, you’d been pacified into a calm state of security all you offered was a pleased hum when she stroked over your mound. “You’ve done so much today. It’s about time you let me take care of you now.”

“Mhm..” She drew you in for a kiss, fluffy and sweet, mindful of your exhaustion. Wanda was always cautious of your state of mind, her considerate coddling making it easy for her to know exactly what you needed. If you needed her to take away all memories of her bad night, who was she to deny you? 

Annoying as it’d been to be stopped on your way to bed, getting out of your work clothes did feel better and now you’d reap the benefits of choosing Wanda. Her touch was slow, sliding over center more to slowly work you up rather than to tease, like easing into a warm bath. “Thank you, mommy.”

“Of course, baby. You earned it for how hard you worked.” Her continued praise left you hiding your giggles in her chest, a dumb smile stamped on your features as Wanda dipped her first finger past your entrance. Rarely was Wanda this affectionate with you during sex, but she’d have to remember to do so more often, if only for how cute you looked right now. “I think someone likes being told they did a good job.”

“Maybe a little?” Your love of her acknowledgement was well known, there was no use denying it, but your sleepiness put you in a sillier mood— one that in turn rendered you more playful.

Oddly enough tonight, Wanda also happened to be relaxed enough to feed into it. “Something tells me it’s more than a little.” She fingered you open steadily, no rush to her movements, content to keep her mission slow for the time being. “If how desperately you’re squeezing my finger is any clue, you like it a lot…” 

You mumbled some noncommittal response, squeaking as Wanda pushed further. It was way too little, but you were unwilling to speed up whatever the two of you had fallen into, much more interested in letting Wanda do what she pleased and seeing where it went. “Fine, I do like it when you tell me you like the work I do..”

“Good girl!” This time when she kissed you, she tugged your lip between her teeth, sucking at it until the red matched the flush of your cheeks. She was so happy to have someone who caught on quickly and so easily accepted doing things her way; Natasha always put up a fight, you were a lovely change of pace. “What else would you like? Another finger?”

“Yes! Yes please!” Pretending not to be interested in that suggestion would only hurt you, the much desired stretch of her long digits too tantalizing to pass up. Low on willpower, you easily went docile, letting Wanda’s care drive away the day’s anxieties.

You wiggled happily as her second finger joined the first, legs spreading as far as you could get them. Maybe you were being terribly obvious, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care when this was exactly what you’d longed to come home and experience. “I still would’ve made you take off your clothes, but if you needed this, you could’ve asked.” 

Wanda thrusted into you harder now, bottoming out each time and like clockwork your moans came in tandem. She was so deep, you already felt so full, but still your hips rocked into her hand, unabashed in trying to find the perfect angle. “Wanted you all night.. To have you hold me and make me feel good.” 

It was true; falling into bed naked would almost always lead to something like this, but the how was forever a fun surprise. Wanda misjudged your ability to plot this out, but wouldn’t apologize for her predictable handsy nature; what fun was having a girlfriend if she couldn’t keep her hands on you whenever she pleased? 

“And you didn’t feel like asking so you figured you’d wait for me?” Wanda’s fingers curled and you nodded frantically, both answering her question and encouraging her to keep going. She did it again and again, letting her fingers stay put while your desperation grew; Wanda wasn’t particularly bothered by your little con, but she’d hate to let you fully get over on her. 

Free hand traveling from your backside to your chin, Wanda grabbed your face and tapped your temple, forcing your attention. “Look at me if you’re going to properly own up to your trickery.”

Meeting Wanda’s gaze was nearly impossible with how turned on you were, her sharp green eyes against her soft, makeup free face was just so.. beautiful— and you’re hopeless with pretty women. “I’m sorry, mommy. Can I still cum?”

“You’re bold enough to think you were ever allowed without asking?” Once in a while Wanda feared Natasha was right: she bent too easily whenever it came to you. Judging as her voice may sound, Wanda wouldn’t have thought twice about letting you carry on. With how distracted she’d become with your darling behavior, the biggest reprimand would’ve been a pat on the back before letting you fall asleep on her chest as if she’d never set a single rule for you. 

Wanda hated admitting Nat was right. “Don’t tell me you’re too tired to remember how to behave.”

“No! No, I’m not, please!” Wanda might’ve been in bed before you’d arrived, but she was far from asleep and while your version of playful was sweet, hers could easily be brash. She’d discovered your plan, fine, but you hadn’t planned for Wanda feeling anything but surprised. If she wanted to, your girlfriend would torment you for hours. Enduring any kind of punishment tonight would be torturous in your already exhausted state. “I wasn’t, I promise!”

“I know, baby, I know,” she cooed, kissing your quivering lips. You whined into her mouth as her hand sped up, as if Wanda suddenly decided to hurdle you towards orgasm, and your poor fatigued brain had to fight to keep up. “Sometimes you just get so sleepy and it’s hard to remember to ask out loud, yeah?”

It was an excuse both of you leaned on, you to appear like you hadn’t meant to overstep and Wanda to be able to point at your sleep deprivation when Natasha inevitably asked why you felt so emboldened to act out in the next few days.

“I forgot, I’m sorry… won’t do it again.” The gentleness of her words always charmed you, seeing Wanda’s soft side that was reserved for only you and her wife turning you on effortlessly. “Please, so close…”

Her thumb rolled over your neglected clit and your entire body shuddered, clinging onto Wanda as tight as you could. Fortunately for her, you didn’t have enough strength to restrict her breathing. “I wish you could feel how soaked my hand is right now, poor messy thing. If I let you cum, will you make those pretty noises I love hearing?”

“I’ll do whatever you want,” The words came out smashed together, too preoccupied with Wanda curling her fingers in sync with her thumb, setting a pattern so mind numbing you didn’t realize your eyes had rolled back until the brunette dug her nails into the nape of your neck— nor did you hear Natasha walking through the door.

“How many times have I warned you not to promise her that?” 

You startled at the extra hand on your head as it ruffled your messy hair before holding you still enough to kiss your temple. Natasha smelled earthy, like she’d been hunting in the woods; a stark contrast from where you last talked to her at the bar downtown. “Three hours ago when I saw you, you told me you felt dead on your feet, but refused to be sent home too early. Is Wanda keeping you up?”

“Yes, b-but I…” All at once you were keenly aware of how vulnerable you looked laid limply on Wanda, begging to cum as pitifully as a neglected pet. Nat had seen you like this and worse too many times to count, but being caught right on the edge left you shy. 

“But she came home looking for it,” Wanda finished for you, pinching your thigh before you tried to pin your wanton display all on her. “Pajamas were too hard for our hard-worker to get to, but she wanted to sleep with me so she went with nothing because she’s smart enough to know it’s better to give me what I want.”

“More like I’ve taught her how to choose her battles when it comes to you.” The redhead didn’t force you to pull your gaze from where you hid your face in Wanda’s chest, choosing to smooth out the stray hairs she’d given you and while the gesture was sweet, both women pretty much babying you was overwhelming. 

She wasn’t wrong, having learned either firsthand or from Nat’s instruction what was worth challenging versus when compliance was mandatory; she insisted there’d be a day when she could break Wanda of her bed linen obsessions. Both reasons your bosses gave you sounded submissive to one or the other, there was no use in acting tough when they were currently fawning over you like a lost lamb…

Silly as you were, you tried. “I was just sleepy.”

“Yeah? So sleepy you were begging for my fingers? Don’t try telling me you just wanted to sleep on them.” The idea shouldn’t have affected you as much as it did, but you were adjusting before you could convince yourself not to, pushing Wanda’s fingers deeper where they’d retreated from your entrance. Nat couldn’t see it, but Wanda could feel the subtle movement, digits brought back into wet warmth you were suddenly intent on denying existed and it occurred to her then you had a bit of a stubborn streak as well.

Nothing she and Natasha couldn’t conquer though. “We just had a little chat about being upfront about what you want. Surely you’d tell me if all you wanted was to go to bed, sweetheart.”

But you were too busy throwing the comforter over your head, shrouding yourself from head to toe. “You started touching me.”

Wanda and Natasha’s dual bombardment was dizzying, enough to leave you fighting not to grab Wanda’s wrist and move it yourself. They were too observant, knew exactly what buttons to push when you were in a certain headspace; when you came home stressed like tonight, they’d seen how much better off you were after you let go, but often you needed a little help getting there.

Wanda got you close, but Nat’s sudden appearance threw you off and now she was back to square one. It wasn’t any lack of security around her -you loved Nat as much as you did Wanda and always felt safe with both of them- you, again stubbornly, always wanted to feel like you were impressing the redhead. The couple joked about it often, how quick you were to turn to Natasha and search her typically stoic face for any sign of amusement; with even the faintest hint of a smile the pair swore they saw hearts fill your eyes. “She’s had enough of you, Wanda. Give her a break.”

“Oh boo hoo,” Wanda scoffed, sticking her tongue out at the woman standing next to her, “you always go so shy around her, wanting to look cool. She can be just as submissive as you are right now, trust me.”

“I am not!” There were some things you’d see less than a handful of times in your life; a submissive Natasha was one of them. 

“There you go, denying it just as hard as this one.” Wanda laughed loud enough to jostle you, chest bubbling with laughter under your hot cheek. She went back to rubbing your back with one hand, trying to comfort you amongst her blatant enjoyment of your predicament. Still her fingers stayed between your legs, stroking your folds lazily and confirming it was the very mortification you suffered that soaked you further.

Natasha made your same mistake, presuming Wanda was too preoccupied to bother with her sheets; she got as far as a welcome home kiss from her wife before a warning once over wordlessly directed her to get rid of her dirty leather jacket and scuffed jeans. “Yeah yeah, I’m going to change. Worry about that wiggly thing you’ve got weighing you down. I think you’ve summoned a blanket creature.”

“Aww, mommy’s little ghost,” she mocked, nuzzling her head atop yours before setting her wrist back to work. You’d been on the brink of something so blissful just moments before, it was all too easy to bring you back there. Even if you insisted on hiding from her and Nat now. “What’s the matter? You were just fucking yourself silly on my hand.”

“Nuh uh,” You wanted to sound more defiant than you had, but your voice sounded shaky and small. The futile attempt only brought more laughter to the pair, having unwittingly become their nightly entertainment. 

“No? You’re not a very good liar.” One of Wanda’s most prominent shortcomings was her impatience, a facet that heavily influenced when you and Natasha backed off and let her be. Not only did you forget to account for that now, you’d taken her earlier gentleness for granted instead of recognizing it for the reward it was: two missteps you were too dazed to notice drew on her fragile patience. 

“If you admit it, I’ll drive you wherever you want tomorrow.” She was trying so hard to stay careful with you despite how close she was to the end of her own rope, but all you came back with was a bullish shake of your head. “We can get your favorite pizza and try out that milkshake bar you keep trying to drag us to-”

“Oh yes, surely bargaining with your brat of a ghost will make her behave better!” Nat must’ve wandered into the closet based on how far away she sounded, too far to argue with even if you did want to dig yourself a deeper hole by defying both your girlfriends. 

“Shut up, Tasha, you’re such a pain.” It was a muttered jab, Wanda now bored of arguing and your withdrawal. So what if she had to coax you into it, she missed watching your sweet, unguarded face fall apart before her. She tried not to hold it against you too much; obviously you were so worn out you didn’t know what to do with yourself, but she couldn’t shake her annoyance completely. 

Playing nice wasn’t working anymore; maybe you’d settle faster if she let you be as invisible as you’re pretending. “She wasn’t difficult until you got here. I think showing off to you so much is making her pick up bad habits.”

“I don’t have bad habits- fuck…!” She shut you up with a too far thrust, fingertips pressing painfully deep. You weren’t a brat, not to Natasha and certainly not to Wanda, tired hips finally trying to match the latter’s motions just to prove you were ready to be cooperative again, but you’d blown your chances for Wanda’s grace and now she wasn’t listening.

Despite your denial, Wanda let you finish for the sole purpose of making you feel how obvious of a lie you’d spun. “Ignore me all you want, but we all know what your needy little cunt was after.”

You were certain she’d shove you off, roll you over, something with how she might as well have spat her last sentence at you, but instead of the absence of her, you got more. Wanda didn’t let up for a second, pistoning in and out all while settling into a casual conversation with her wife who’d just flopped down on the opposite side of the bed.

“I-I’m…” Oh. Wanda’s thumb brushed over your neglected clit like it was nothing more than a fidget toy, flicking back and forth while you fought a losing battle over control of your body. You pawed at her clumsily, legs scrambling for purchase as you tried to lift up for just a second and break free, but all your struggles were no match for Wanda’s strength. “Mommy?”

No response. For you, at least. Wanda was busy locking lips with Natasha, a quick squeak of her own pulled as Nat nipped along the corners of her mouth. “I wish you could’ve seen all of the costumes today, Tasha. I sent pictures, but with no text back I assumed you were busy all day.” 

She had to hear you, impossible to miss with how you not only called out her name repeatedly but kissed apologies along her sternum, pleading for acknowledgement. And yet, Wanda didn’t seem to spare you a single thought. Her hands stayed firm on either side of your lower half, one splayed over the small of your back to keep you still and the other inspecting an ever-growing mess, the heavy drag of her so intense you were toeing the edge of a second climax within minutes. 

If Natasha paid you any mind, you couldn’t tell, but her sympathy was rare, always the one warning Wanda against being too forgiving. Her current affection was the only thing keeping Wanda from snapping on you entirely though, knowing as much as she was focusing on getting you ready for bed, Wanda was fighting sleep too and it was making her moodier by the second. “You should’ve taken my text back as a reminder that I don’t wear Halloween costumes, sneaky wife of mine.”

Great, both her partners chose to be difficult tonight. “Why can’t either of you just listen to me?” 

“Ohh look who’s a brat now, Wanda. Do you hear yourself?” Nat was muffled from where you were under your blanket shield, but her snark was still clear as day. 

Wanda took her mounting frustrations out physically, cruelly pulling her hand away and wrenching out of Natasha’s reach mid-kiss. The two of you shared a disappointed whine, immediately suffering the consequences of your actions, but Wanda didn’t care. “It’s for a few hours for one night! It won’t kill you, I gave you an outfit once before-”

“Put your hand back, mommy, I was so close!” 

“Don’t interrupt me when I’m talking. You know better.” Wanda did return her hand in the form of a rapid succession of slaps, the thick, wet sounds of her open palm meeting your soaked, puffy core humiliating you beyond belief. It hurt, yes, but as the sting lingered it only stoked your desire for her further and as you pinned your lover’s hand between you and her thigh, you found you hadn’t lost a single bit of your need. 

Learning from your mistake, you didn't push her, whining and pathetically getting yourself off while Wanda went back to coercing Natasha into Halloween fun. Obedience won you back some favor, three fingers now stretching you ruthlessly, second orgasm hitting you by surprise and bleeding straight into the third. 

Somewhere around then was where you lost track of their conversation, Wanda and Natasha bickering back and forth slowly being drowned out by the ever-louder ringing of your ears. Your muscles went slack, jaw hanging open, drooling onto her wrinkling pajama shirt as you relented to Wanda’s torture and the pleasure she kept you so hooked on. 

“Too much- I can’t, I can’t..!” You stammered out, fisting the mattress in a desperate plea for mercy. Everything ached, but you felt as though you were flying, soaring high above the house and into the dark city skies— and oh how you longed to fall right back into Wanda’s arms.

The older woman backed off almost too easily, returning to the gentle caresses she’d started with, “My hand’s tired, honey.” 

You thought that’d be the end of it, that you’d stay here until you sailed into pleasant dreams, but then you were being rolled over and instead of hitting the mattress, your back met the sturdy warmth of Natasha’s lap. Relaxing there was all too easy, head rolling back onto her shoulder, moving without resistance as Nat’s fingers took hold of your chin and turned it until she could kiss you, deep and greedy. “Look at you, all fucked out already… Wanda, what’d you do to her?”

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy, whether she admits it or not. ” How Wanda managed to find her way to her knees so quickly was beyond you, but you didn’t have it in you to question. Lacquered nails slowly scratched over your pelvis where you still felt so tingly while Natasha took the opportunity to massage your newly exposed breasts, four hands exploring your exhausted body. 

It was the same type of adoration you’d hid from earlier, but you were long past shying away now. You’d had more than enough of being ignored for a good while. “Hold her for me while I finish, you know how I hate messes in bed.”

Eyes you could barely manage to keep open peered past where Nat was groping you to see Wanda tie her hair back before settling onto her stomach, shuffling forward until she was close enough to nuzzle her cheek into your soft thighs. When she kissed your clit, you mewled, oversensitive from Wanda’s earlier abuse. “Mommy.. hurts..” 

“Hush, baby, I’m only cleaning you up. I’d never hurt you,” Wanda whispered it so lovingly you had no choice to concede, discovering in the next second that even if you wanted to close your legs you couldn’t, Natasha’s own holding yours apart. She licked and sucked carefully, lulling your tired brain back into blissful nothingness. 

The last thing you remember is Natasha’s deep voice right in your ear, your nipples caught between her calloused fingers as she rolled them in time with her wife’s tongue lapping at your leaking entrance. “Go to sleep, little dove, we’ll tuck you in safe and sound… and I promise to wake you up when I’m done with mommy.”

[redvelvetnat]

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[maximotts]

♱ 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖊𝖉𝖔𝖓𝖎𝖘𝖒 ♱

♱ 𝖐𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑: priest's daughter!Wanda Maximoff

I missed writing her and since it's been a year since @furys-eyepatch dropped this wonderful idea in my ask box, it felt right to start October off with one of my favorite squishies!

confessions of wanda maximoff AU. kinktober masterlist. 18+ only, minors dni. you don't need to add community labels, I've put adequate warnings below. wc: 3.9k. cw: innocent!Wanda/constantly horny!r. sex in a church. fingering. fucking from behind. strap-on use. begging. semi-public sex (no one is around). everything you shouldn't be doing in a place of worship. r thinks saying vulgar things to wanda and seeing her blush is peak entertainment.

“This is kinda the last place I want to be on Halloween, Wands..”

Wanda looked over her shoulder for the sole purpose of giving you an eye roll before continuing to tug you along through the back of the church. “I’m only picking up something for my dad, it’ll just take a second. I did say you could wait outside!”

“And hang around out there by myself? No way, it’s almost dark and there’s a cemetery!” You’d been sidetracked on the way to Natasha’s party, a texted errand from Wanda’s dad bringing you to his office in search of the large bags of candy he forgot to bring home with him. You didn’t mind honestly, the older man was always so kind it was hard to resist any of his requests— much like his daughter, the girl currently standing in front of you grinning.

She cooed at you in the confines of her father’s office, rubbing your cheeks while you swat at her hands. “Aww, are you afraid of ghosts? How cute..”

“Stop it, Wanda!” You scoffed, brushing her off and crossing your arms. So what if you were a little superstitious, who wasn’t? And you certainly didn’t need to let Wanda know; she’d hold it over you like she’d won the lottery. “Just hurry up so we can get out of here…”

Wanda kissed you quickly, soft and placating; an apology for teasing. She always saw you as someone fearless, it was nice to see a concept as harmless as ghosts rattle you. “Don’t worry, I won’t let anything get us. If it makes you feel better, I’ve never seen anything creepy and Pietro and I used to spend tons of time here when we were kids.” 

Trailing off as she went about searching, you leant back against the wall with a pout, opting to watch Wanda while you waited. She had yet to change into her costume, insisting it be strictly for the party, but part of you theorized it was just to keep her outfit from her dad. Instead, her bunny costume lay folded up in the backseat of your car and her dress remained on, teasing you a little more each time she bent over. 

With the cooler weather, Wanda added tights to her wardrobe rotation, sheer black nylon hugging every curve from her ankles to her hips. You didn’t know what it was, but something about them left you drooling whenever you thought about the extra layer on your girlfriend for too long. In the past few weeks, you found yourself running your hands over her legs whenever she was close enough, often ending up playfully chided when you eventually grew too grabby during your shared lectures. But now, alone together with Wanda bent so far over the large wooden desk that you could catch just the barest hint of her underwear, you found it terribly hard to control your urge to grab her.

Hesitation gave Wanda enough time to shoot upright, victorious with heavy plastic bags in her tight grasp, “Candy acquired!” 

She made her way back over to you by the door, pressing her lips to the corner of your mouth as she passed, “Now let's get out of here before some big bad ghostie bothers you.” 

“I don’t think any ghosts want to be anywhere near us right now…” Try as you might, you couldn’t help yourself, eyes glued to Wanda’s backside as she led you back through the dark corridors behind the sanctuary. These weren’t proper thoughts right now, especially here, but it was Halloween… what better day to do something a little sacreligious.

“And why is that-” The end of her sentence was punctuated with a surprised oof, the shock of being shoved sideways into the wall cutting her short. Strong hands gripped her hips, balling the bottom half of her dress in your fists as you buried your nose into her long, dark hair. Instinct begged her to let the moan caught in her throat loose, but someone had to be level-headed here… or at least try to be. “What do you think you’re doing?”

“I could ask you the same question, wearing this dress with no shorts and showing off.” You palmed her ass while she wiggled, sandwiched helplessly between you and the carved wood. Maybe you’d hoped that a simple bit of groping would satisfy whatever just took over, but it’d been wishful thinking; the more you touched, the more you wanted. “Did you know every time you bend over I can see your underwear? It’s not very nice to tease like that.”

“I-I didn’t know…” Wanda’s head was spinning, your sudden turn of mood rendering her flustered. Having never thought of herself in much of a sexual way, today’s lack of shorts was more of convenience rather than to tease. No matter how far she got from being a virgin, the intricacies of attraction and desire remained partially lost to her, always forgetting not only were you insatiable at times, but you wanted her. “I didn’t mean to, I’m sorry!” 

“No need to apologize, Wands, I’m not mad.” The last thing you wanted was to embed shame to how your girlfriend decided to dress; if anything, the uncharacteristic choice made the surprise more enticing. 

She shivered as you nibbled the shell of her ear, trembling more every second your hands continued roaming, exploring, groping her so shamelessly. “But you can make it up to me by letting me touch you.”

“We’re in a church…” Even so, it was just the two of you in the building, a fact confirmed by one quick glance out into the main room through one of the wall’s cutouts. All alone in the quiet, sacred space. Wanda knew she should protest harder, the mere idea should’ve been off putting, but it wasn’t. Nor was it the first time this scenario crossed her mind.

You’d be lying if you said the setting didn’t turn you on that much more and if Wanda’s shudder as you palmed over her covered sex was any indication, she wasn’t completely put off. Curious fingers poked and prodded, pressing against her in earnest until Wanda was gasping. “Why not? No one would know and it’d be fun.” 

You could practically hear the cogs in Wanda’s brain turning, working overdrive to come up with some answer where she could do the ‘right’ thing and keep those all too good sensations flowing from between her legs. “Maybe in the car?”

She’d expected the proposition to sound more convincing than it was, your contemplative hum against the nape of her neck showing Wanda she probably hadn’t swayed you either. Enticing as the car might’ve been in the past, it wasn’t what she yearned for right now. If you led her out, she’d follow and most definitely enjoy herself, but she’d think about this and what it could’ve been until this very rare opportunity presented itself again, if ever.

“Oh, but I want you right here, sweetheart. What if someone drives by and sees you outside? You know I like to keep you all to myself.” Wanda didn’t stop the hand sliding past the top of her stockings, fingers stretching the thin fabric in search of her panties— the second your fingertips grazed the embroidered cotton you groaned. 

Occasionally you caught her wearing the days of the week underwear she’d splurged on from some online boutique shop, something she bought with the mindset that no one would ever see them, but oh how wrong she was. Initially embarrassed for you to catch her wearing them, she was so relieved when you’d written it off as just another precious thing to love about her. 

“How are you always so pretty, babygirl? Makes it so hard to keep my hands off you,” Two inches further down, you discovered the beginnings of a wet spot, Wanda’s body giving her away despite her meekly suggested location change. “Especially when you get wet so easily. It’s my job to take care of that, being a good girlfriend and all.”

“I can’t help it,” she breathed out, trying to keep her breathing even for as long as possible. It was true, Wanda often found her thighs pressed together after a few touches or too long of a kiss; a fact she only recently discovered upon dating you. 

“I know, poor thing, let me fix it.” With your free hand holding the front of her dress, fingers splayed over her stomach, you held your girlfriend still as you moved the last barrier aside, sliding through her already slick folds as shamelessly as you would if you were in the privacy of your apartment back at home, laser focused on watching the girl in your arms go limp. 

The physical embodiment of a devil on her shoulder as you nudged her sweater out of the way, Wanda couldn’t possibly deny either of you further; the longer you waited, the higher the chance that someone else would wander in. Her cheeks burned red hot, unable to tell how much was from being manhandled mere feet behind the altar or the humiliation of how badly she wanted you to continue. “Please…”

“Please what, Wanda? Take you to the car?” Circling her clit almost did her in, knees buckling, hall echoing with the sound of the bags falling from Wanda’s hand to the floor. You let up and she whined pitifully, hips bucking in search for more of the fleeting pleasure. But if you were doing this, you needed your favorite part: her confirmation. “Use your words and I’ll give you whatever you want, baby.”

“Take me, right here…” She was nearly dizzy with need as she spoke, but the struggle was so worth it once your fingers began working her purposely now, promptly rewarding her acceptance. It was all too easy to forget any lingering worries and focus on her rapidly building orgasm, head and hands falling forward to brace herself as you slid two fingers into her. “Oh god, yes-”

You tutted mockingly, grinning into the crook of her sweet-smelling neck. “Now you know that’s not proper language for where we are. Mind your manners.” 

It was terribly hypocritical considering how lewdly you were stretching her open on your digits, letting her drip down your palm. You could pretty much count on her making a mess, but no matter how familiar of a sensation, it was all you could do not to fall to your knees and see for yourself; Wanda was the only person you’d ever felt so inclined to worship. “You feel so good on my fingers, sweet thing. I wish you could feel how tight you’re squeezing them.”

The poor thing did her best to keep up, but you were so fast, so determined to watch her walls come down in the place she should be doing the exact opposite… The most she could do was moan out her pleasure, heavenly music to your ears. “Can I cum? I’m so close-!”

“Go on, I want to feel you.” Wanda finished with a cry, muffled into her arm, still too afraid to be loud no matter how alone you might be. She shivered and shook, thighs trapping your hand in place as she rode out her orgasm. Even from behind Wanda was a sight, long hair falling over her shoulders as she tossed, hands clamoring for purchase anywhere on the wall she’d never look at the same way again. 

Satisfied with your work, thought she’d be done and more than ready to get out of here, but to your surprise, her hand grabbed your wrist before you could pull out. “What’s wrong, Wanda?”

“Nothing, it’s just..” Wanda couldn’t believe what she was about to say, but it’d be a terrible missed opportunity if she didn’t ask. Rubbing her backside against your front confirmed what she’d felt for a few seconds before, the telltale bulge in your pants providing Wanda the perfect setup to make one of her deepest fantasies a reality. She’d gone this far; what was a little more for the whole way. That’s what she kept repeating to validate this next want. “Do you think we could maybe, um..”

“Maybe what?” Her actions only gave you an inkling into what Wanda was hinting at, but surely she couldn’t be thinking what you thought she was. 

When it came to risky scenarios, you were constantly on the propositioning end, finding creative ways to present your new ideas for Wanda’s approval. What you’d just gotten away with was a giant push of luck, never in your wildest dreams did you ever imagine she’d ask for it. “The rules are you use your words. You have to say it.”

Of course you wouldn’t let her off easy, not when both of you were on the precipice of doing something so scandalous. She appreciated how dedicated you were to her enthusiastic consent, but if she thought about what she was asking too hard, she feared she might fizzle into nothingness. “I was thinking if you were up for it, we might go again?”

“Yeah? With my fingers?” You goaded her with a slow curl of your long digits, guiding her back until you could easily grind your clothed strap on against her, the sharpest squeak bubbling from Wanda’s chest. As you moved this time, you were slow, too slow, knowing as nice as it was, it wasn’t what she needed. Not when she remembered how mouthwateringly full she was a few days ago when you’d last had her in your lap.

“N-No,” Wanda shook her head, mousy and bashful. Her one advantage was facing away from you, fully aware she’d never have the courage to speak up that way unless you forced it out of her. “I meant with your strap…”

The words felt heavy on her tongue, as if someone else said them; anyone but the person she knew herself to be. But you heard them in her sweet, sheepish voice and something feral inside you snapped. You tore away from her unceremoniously, only for a second, just long enough to bend her a little farther, slapping Wanda’s ass once. 

“Fuck, I wish I could keep you here all night, just to see what else I can get a naughty girl like you to tell me what they’ve been dreaming up.” Ignoring her shout, you ripped a hole in her stockings, tearing wide enough that you could play with her from behind, shallowly dipping your fingertips into the hole you’d so cruelly left empty. 

“You’re all I want,” Neck straining over her shoulder to catch glimpses of you undoing your pants, Wanda’s eyes grew wide at the sight of the thick dildo set on your hips, only fluttering closed as you nestled the toy between her thighs, sliding it back and forth in an effort to wet it for Wanda’s comfort. Eager as you were, this one was bigger than she’d taken before and you’d never forgive yourself if you caused her any pain. “Hurry up before someone comes in..”

“Look at you, so impatient,” The tip teased Wanda awfully, drawing low moaned out pleas that were much too pretty to deprive yourself of so quickly. It wasn’t long until her wetness coated your strap, slick and ready for her as soon as you were ready to deliver. “Does my sweet girl want me to fill her up with my cock? Would that make you happy?”

“Mhm..so happy..” Something about being fucked left Wanda’s brain so.. empty, always coaxing her into a blissful relaxation. She supposed it had something to do with not only touch, but your words, sneakily dumbing her down until her only thoughts rested on you and when you’d give her what she waited for. 

Being taken in church was an idea she only allowed to appear in her deepest dreams, shaming herself afterwards for even daring to create such a thought. If anyone was going to give it to her now, it had to be you and to her credit, you’d started this. But logistics were way too much for Wanda to think about presently and, in a mission to make this impromptu sex as good for her as it already was for you, clearing her of any fears was your highest priority. “All I want to do is make you happy, Wanda.”

She knew that was true from the very first time you’d told her, those words only ever given with the most sincere honesty. Combined with the gentle patterns you drew over the sensitive skin of her lower tummy, Wanda let herself be lulled, trusting you to take care of her in the vulnerable state she so loved to fall into. 

“Spread your legs for me a little, just like that…” Everyone would be wondering where you were soon, Wanda’s father waiting on his Halloween candy delivery and Natasha for the drinks she asked you to get, but for this, for her? You’d say screw it all without hesitation to take your time and make this happen however she pictured. “Now beg. Confess to me, little church mouse.”

As you pushed the tip in and stopped, Wanda erupted into a fit of pitiful noises, fighting against your hold to feel that ever lusted after stretch, but you were stronger than her and wouldn’t budge. Being made to beg was equal parts hot and degrading; unfortunately you’d come to love to hear it, discovered it turned her on to do it, and now demanded it whenever the chance presented itself. “I need your cock, need you to fuck me.. please please!”

“There’s my good girl,” With one long push, you filled her completely, overwhelming the needy girl in all the best ways. You gave her just enough time to adjust, rutting into her tight pussy hard and fast as soon as possible. If she was wet before, Wanda was absolutely drenched now, making it all too easy to fuck into her as deep as you dared. “You look so pretty all fucked out, Wanda, begging to be fucked just outside of your dad’s office.. in a church, no less..”

“I.. I didn’t…” She truly hadn’t meant for any of this to happen, but she certainly hadn’t objected too heavily either, especially not to this. Each time your hips met Wanda thought she was done for, that coil in the pit of her stomach tighter than she could ever remember it being. Her entire body felt like a livewire, every touch you provided almost stinging. As soon as you found her neglected clit, Wanda was panting, chest heaving in the small, restricted space between her and the wall. 

She devolved into an incoherent mess, pathetic and helpless noises echoing throughout the otherwise silent halls. In a selfish act, you covered Wanda’s mouth, cementing the impossible to ignore wet sounds coming from your girlfriend to memory. “Do you hear how wet you are for me, baby? I would’ve fucked you earlier if I knew you needed me this much.”

Your teasing was too much for Wanda to bear; your crude words, being forced to listen to how aroused she was. Part of her still chalked this up to some insanely vivid dream. The moment your fingertips slid past her lips Wanda was sucking on them, albeit sloppy and lazily, reflecting how little focus she had as your strap hit her at the perfect angle. She was losing it fast, muscles threatening to give out the closer her second orgasm came. “P-Please, can I-”

“Of course you can. Poor thing, you just need to cum so badly,” Wanda’s pulse raced under your lips, but you kissed her there so sweetly it nearly felt like a joke. Below, your hips moved at a torturous pace, quick and brutal in time with the circles you rubbed into her almost too sensitive bud. If you could just see her come apart one more time- “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

Wanda’s jaw fell open, spit covered fingers giving her slight reprieve while she bucked and twisted wildly, only managing to stay upright with the help of your strong arms. Fucking her through it all quickly became more for your pleasure, bottoming out to let you grind your own clit against the back of the toy at the join of your hips, clinging to Wanda’s trembling form as you came with a groan into the back of her hair. “I would’ve helped…”

“Trust me, you did more than enough,” you mumbled, nibbling the shell of her ear as you caught your breath. You’d never given much thought to the joys of a joint orgasm until Wanda, finding something special in sharing your highs. Always one to prove how useful she could be, Wanda loved being allowed to touch you, to see how good she could make you feel before you reached your end, but this time she was in no state to do so nor did you need it; watching her was more than you would’ve ever asked for. “You did such a good job, I’m so proud of you.”

Wanda wanted to say something back, couldn’t remember if she’d actually spoken out loud or not, but also couldn’t focus hard enough to think that deeply at the moment. She felt like she spent an eternity there, swimming in some cloud high above the church while your touches turned gentle, stroking over her hips and stomach until Wanda finally started to settle down. 

Thankfully the church remained empty so you let her take her time, holding Wanda steady while you pulled out. Careful as you were, she still whimpered, body worn out and tired, “Shh, you’re okay, pretty girl.”

Turning around let Wanda slump against your front as you leaned into the wall, green eyes hazy and heavy. She drew you into an almost sleepy set of kisses, thanking you with sticky, lip gloss smudge marks along your jaw… until she remembered exactly where she was. “Oh my god, I can’t believe we just did that.. We have to get out of here now!” 

Fumbling terribly, your girlfriend snatched the fallen candy bags from the floor in one hand and your arm in the other, dragging you as fast as her strength would let her. “Be careful, Wanda, or you’ll trip!” 

“I’m fine, just open the car!” She didn’t know if she should be mortified or terrified, praying to every power in the universe no one ever found out about this. Wanda’d never sped out of church in such a flurry, as if the quicker she moved, the longer she could escape the anxiety gaining on her. 

Unfortunately for her, you had no such issues and her inner turmoil only made you laugh. “Don’t forget you liked it. I’m pretty sure you were the one begging loudest-”

“You made me!” To you, Wanda would deny her enjoyment for a while and she’d never think of doing it again, but as silence settled in the car and you turned your attention to the road, she struggled to keep still and not squirm too obviously as she replayed your Halloween havoc.

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🕸 ⋆｡°✩ kinktober 2023 :: trick-or-treat ⋆｡°✩🕸

This'll be my third year participating in kinktober so I wanted to switch things up a little and instead of telling y'all my lineup, I'll just be dropping surprises all month like free candy!

The goal is to have around one fic per week, so expect a moodboard in the theme of the fic about to be released about a day or so before it's posted. Hopefully, this makes October a fun guessing game; I'm looking forward to seeing how it goes!

Below is where all kinktober fics will be listed as I post them; if you're looking for my typical pinned nav post you can find it here. Please note that I'm not taking requests so please don't be upset when I don't respond to October themed suggestions!

🕸—lessons in hedonism | priest's daughter!wanda. |moodboard. 🕸— playing with ghosts | private hire!WandaNat. || moodboard. 🕸— 🕸— 🕸—

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ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɢʜᴏsᴛs ☾⋆⁺₊ ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇʀ﹟₂ ₁₀/₁₉

[maximotts]

ʟᴇssᴏɴs ɪɴ ʜᴇᴅᴏɴɪsᴍ ♱‧₊˚. ᴋɪɴᴋᴛᴏʙᴇʀ ᴛᴇᴀsᴇʀ ﹟₁ ₁₀/₀₈

[maximotts]

Succubus! or ghost!Natasha? (Ofc some smut if possible) https://www.tumblr.com/maximotts/728185447761707008/hi-so-question-about-kinktober-im-not-taking

Silber is gonna do those methinks!

[maximotts]

｡. ｡ : ♱ * 𝔐𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔰' 𝔎𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔐𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟸

Yayy masterlist time! I hope you're all as excited by the requests I picked as I am! It really was soooo hard to choose and I got so many amazing ideas that I just couldn't commit to doing them all in just one month. But even if you don't see yours on here, that doesn't mean I'm not saving it for later! Each prompt will be posted in the given week in October, some will be longer than others buuutt y'all will just have to wait and see which ones.

Oct. 19: No longer doing Kinktober because of bullshit on here, might upload the rest of these after October, but we’ll see

: ♱ * 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓞𝓷𝓮: 𝑀𝒶𝓂𝒶

━ ☽ ☾ King Valkyrie// sworn duty ━ ☽ ☾ dark SW!Wanda// paradise found ━ ☽ ☾ Doll House AU mommy!Wanda// early bird

: ♱ * 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓣𝔀𝓸: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝐻𝑜𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒮𝑜𝓇𝑜𝓇𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝑅𝑜𝓌

━ ☽ ☾ bottom!sorority!Wanda// dirty little secret ━ ☽ ☾ sorority big sisters!WandaNat// being recorded + face fucking + strap on ━ ☽ ☾ mean bottom!cheerleader Nat// guiding hand

: ♱ * 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓮: 𝒞𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒾𝑒

━ ☽ ☾ emo!Wanda// knives + choking ━ ☽ ☾ My Soul to Keep AU angel!Wanda// sensory depravation + wing play ━ ☽ ☾ Leigh Shaw// lingerie kink + begging

: ♱ * 𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝓕𝓸𝓾𝓻: 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒟𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁 𝑀𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝑀𝑒 𝒟𝑜 𝐼𝓉

━ ☽ ☾ priest's daughter!Wanda// corruption + degradation ━ ☽ ☾ My Soul to Keep AU angel!Wanda// marking + humiliation + cum strap ━ ☽ ☾ Taylor Sloane// Halloween costumes + semi-public sex + begging

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𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 || 𝐰. 𝐦𝐚𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: happy halloween, gays!! It is uhh... 8:30pm on the day and I got tired of editing this now massive fic, but we're gonna ignore that and post anyways because it's my planned Halloween fic. Time isn't real, have some possessive sorority!Wanda

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; fingering (r giving); lowkey Wanda manipulating the situation because she got everyone out of the house?; pet names (good girl, sweetheart, baby); semi-clothed sex; good gay lap sits; probably other things that I'm forgetting rn but literally just.. more of my sorority!AU stuff

summary: Wanda heard of your crush, but you never acted on it. That was fine until she saw you talking to other girls, then it became her job to take you away before anyone else could.

words: 5.6K

kinktober masterlist. || main masterlist.

“Will you be a dear and come help me pick out what to wear tonight?” You nearly broke your neck with how fast your head whipped around. Wanda was behind you, fiddling with her signature rings, the sweetest pout you’d ever seen on her face. As president of her sorority, Wanda tried her best to look nice at every party she attended and Halloween was certainly no exception. On paper it was a lovely little bonding activity amongst the sororities and fraternities on campus, but anyone with eyes and ears knew that it was going to be an outright rager. But still, Wanda needed to look good.

Usually she asked Natasha or Carol; those three were an inseparable trio. Everyone loved them and anyone who didn’t, well, you didn’t see those types of people around much. They’d pledged in their first year together and now, two years later, they were practically untouchable. You were a new pledge, somehow Natasha’s husky voice enticed you to try out and Carol’s strong arms pushed you through every weird trial they put newbies through during rush week. If you hadn’t known any better, you would’ve thought they’d decided to let you join as soon as they set eyes on you and they just wanted to see you suffer the humiliation of hazing for their own amusement.

But the final straw was Wanda Maximoff.. With her bright green eyes and dazzling smile, she could tell you to set the world on fire and you would grab the closest match. You didn’t get to talk to her much; partially because of conflicting schedules, but mostly because you became the clumsiest fool alive in her presence. The last thing you wanted to do after being allowed to join the sorority was make your crush on the president known, how embarrassing.

You realized she was staring at you expectantly, trying to hold back laughter at whatever stunned face you must be pulling. “You seem to be the only one here and I’m so indecisive..” Her voice sounded mildly exasperated, like she’d been trying by herself for a while already with no luck. “If you’re too busy I can just-”

“No! I’ll help!” Scrambling off of the couch, you discarded the book you’d been reading, quickly stepping around to stand by her. “Whatever you choose will look amazing, I’m sure! You’re already just so hot- I mean, pretty- no ugh.. great. You’re great.” Mentally you were banging your head against the wall; even after months, you could barely manage a sentence around her. If you could just give her some simple feedback and keep it together, it’d all be fine.

Wanda hid her chuckle behind her hand, unable to fully hide that she’d heard your fumbling. She wanted to see more of it. Over the past few weeks, she’d gotten word of a possible crush from around the house- a new pledge who was practically falling over herself to avoid Wanda for fear of letting it slip. At first she was content to just watch you from afar, silently knowing she could count on you for any random task, but then the parties started and it was becoming clear that there were other people who wanted your attention. That just wouldn’t do. She wanted you and she always got what she wanted. You were hers, whether you knew it yet or not.

“Come with me, sweet girl, I don’t have all day.” She took your hand and pulled you along with her, pretending to ignore the way your cheeks flushed deep at her sudden choice of nickname for you.

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

As president, Wanda occupied the largest room in the house. She was known to host sleepovers on certain weekends, ordering the nicest foods and supplying more self-care activities than any one girl could handle in a single night. It was infamous, rumors spreading of who kissed who and what secrets were shared to the wrong person lasted for a while. No one turned down the invitation: except you. ‘Something’ came up at the last minute and you had to rush away one of your friend’s dorm rooms to hide for the night.

Consequently, this was your first time stepping into her room and it was the perfect reflection of her. Neutral colors adorned the space, splashes of red here and there for variety, and plants by the window all screamed Wanda’s influence. Unfortunately you weren’t able to do more than get a quick passing glance because Wanda was rushing you along to her closet. Which, closet was a misleading term- it was the biggest you’d ever seen and in the back of your mind you wondered if she’d somehow taken over what would’ve been a neighboring room because somehow, on the topmost level of the house, her room was the only one there.

As much solitude she needed when she had guests or wanted privacy. And you two were the only ones home right now. You didn’t know whether to run or ask to stay forever. “Do you like it?”

You turned to her blankly, still trying to take in the gigantic space being used to house one singular college student. “Uh- yeah it’s nice. I can see why you have so many people over.” Wanda tilted her head, regarding you with a furrowed brow while you realized the implications of your words. “No wait, I didn’t mean it like that! You have a normal amount of people over I’m sure, not like you’re a- no no, I’m not going to even go there.. I just meant that everyone always talks about spending time here and it’s very cozy here and I get it now!”

She could’ve stopped the ongoing stream of word vomit at any time, but it was too cute. In her trio of friends, Wanda was arguably the least intimidating, always offering a kind smile to anyone who needed reassurance, but no matter how sweet she was when you happened to cross paths, you were helpless around her and she loved how powerful it made her feel. True, she could have anyone, but you were just so sweet and innocent. Her girl to snatch up and keep forever.

“You weren’t at my sleepover though,” Wanda put on her best pout, bottom lip sticking out as she turned away from you to wander through her closet, picking out possible dresses for the night. She’d put on her cutest nightgown just for you when she was putting together her party; that was the night she wanted to make her intentions known, but somehow you’d slipped away with an emergency that Carol saw through as soon as she’d heard. Wanda spent the whole night irritated beyond belief, refusing to participate in anything and hostile to anyone who asked her what was wrong. Everyone actually in attendance had seen the scary side of Wanda, watching her obsessively pull every bit of information about the friend you were staying with out of anyone who had the misfortune of coming too close to her. None of it was enough to quell the possessiveness running through her veins, “I heard you went to go see your friend instead.”

You didn’t miss the distaste dripping from the ‘friend’ part of her sentence, but you figured she was upset about your absence more so than who you were with. You never could have guessed it was a strange mix of both. “Sorry about that, but you probably wouldn’t have had much fun with me anyways. I don’t do well with parties, I get way too nervous.”

“Oh I don’t know, sweetheart,” Wanda had her gaze set on herself in the mirror, switching between two possible outfits on hangers in front of her, “I think I would’ve had a lot of fun with you.” She didn’t have to look over her shoulder to know how she’d caught you off guard; your small squeak was enough. The brunette did turn around though, looking clueless as ever as she held out the two dresses. “Which is better?”

Shaking your head, you tried to focus on giving your opinion, but the thought of her in either -a red strapless thing or a black one with an open back- continued your downward spiral. This shouldn’t be this hard— crushing on Wanda Maximoff was unrealistic and unattainable, especially if you could only act like an idiot. “Uhm.. the red one?”

She gave a hum in response, pretending to think about what you said. “I’ll just have to try them on. Sit over there.” Her voice was authoritative, leaving no room for argument, and you were curling up in the vanity chair before you knew any better. And suddenly sitting down was your only solace because Wanda was stripping down in front of you as if she was alone and your entire body went numb.

Wanda was gorgeous from head to toe; you knew that, thought about it more times than you’d like to admit, but seeing her? No one else could compare. It took everything in the older girl not to kiss you right there, watching your gaze struggle between staring and looking anywhere but here through the mirror reflection. How cute. She pulled the dress over her head with a fake struggle, shimmying the short garment down until it settled just past her hips. That dress was made just to torment you, you were sure. There was no other explanation for why Wanda was standing mere feet away from you, scrutinizing her appearance as if there was anything at all to fix.

“You look nice! More than nice, really, I think you should wear that one. No one will be able to take their eyes off of you.” You were shifting in your seat, trying to get your mind off of how uncomfortable sitting was becoming, but then Wanda was looking over her shoulder at you with wide eyes, like she was shocked to hear such a compliment from you and you had to bite down hard on the inside of your cheek.

It was then you realized that for however much you ranted about her to your friends, you’d barely talked to Wanda past a casual conversation. She didn’t seem to have that much interest in you until today; part of you wondered why now, but, flustered as you were, you didn’t hate spending time with her. With the look Wanda was giving you, it didn’t seem to mind it either, “You really think so?”

“Of course! People look at you all the time anyways, but with that? There’s no doubt.” Her face looked so genuinely touched and it confused you, certainly she knew how much everyone adored her. Hearing it from just a lowly new pledge shouldn’t be that meaningful.

But Wanda wanted to hear it from you. As far as she knew, you weren’t one to just hand out compliments so if she’d gotten one from you, you must really like her, right? It’d be so much easier to keep you if you truly wanted her. And she could make you need her to look at you like she was now, full of adoration and kindness; everyone else already did. “Zip me up?”

She’d asked it innocently, but before you could even start to stand, Wanda was kneeling in front of your chair with her back facing you. Her hair fell gracefully over her shoulder with gentle coaxing and the skin of her neck and upper back was laid bare to you, much to the dismay of your barely hanging on sanity. Your hands were shaky as they reached out, careful not to pinch any of the unmarred skin of her back— somehow you managed, “There you go, all set.”

“Mm.. thank you, dear,” Her voice was sinfully sweet which set you on edge enough, but then she was turning around and settling herself between your legs. A head fell gently, soft cheek pressed into the top of your thigh, and when her hand rested on the other, you were sure this was the end of you. “Do you know what makes me sad?”

“N-No? What’s wrong?” She’d just looked so happy; you wanted that Wanda back. You longed to run your thumb over her pouting lips, just to maybe watch her smile again.

“You went to the homecoming party we hosted and then other random ones. I know because I saw you there... dancing with other girls, letting them cuddle with you at the end of the night on couches,” Wanda could hear the contempt rise in her voice, hardening with the thought of anyone else so freely touching what should be hers. She caught herself before you noticed, switching back to the gentle voice you’d come to automatically tune into, “But when I invited you to my sleepover, you made up some excuse to get away. Every time I see you, you’re never around long… Do you just not like me?”

God her eyes were so green. They were so clear, searching your own curiously as if she was trying to read your thoughts. “Of course I like you!” Like was an understatement; more and more Wanda was occupying your thoughts. It was a genuine embarrassment at this point and the things rolling through your mind as she sat knelt between your legs was doing nothing to lessen that. “I-I just..”

“Just what?” She looked over your flushed cheeks, your fingers rapidly tapping against the chair arm, how tense your body was so close to hers as if one wrong move would be the death of you- it was near impossible to hold back the sadistic grin begging to spread across her face. “Do I make you nervous, baby girl?”

You were sure you were on fire by now. There was no way flames weren’t licking at your cheeks after such a choice name, one you didn’t expect to react so strongly to. “Well, maybe a little?” Wanda was frowning now, sitting up straighter while her thumbs rubbed slow circles into your inner thighs.

Subtly as you could, you chanced one shift, just one to try to free yourself from the nagging wetness so evident between your thighs, and Wanda caught it. She knew she had you. Now all she had to do was officially make her claim. This was always her favorite part. “Oh don’t be nervous, I’d never hurt you.” Not unless you wanted her to— or if you stepped out of line, but there was no need for that yet.

Wanda finally got up from her knees and you thought maybe, finally, you could take a breath, but then she was settling herself on your lap with her hands on your shoulders and the exhale you let out was anything but steady. Her dress was so short that if you’d dared look down you were sure you could see a hint of the lace panties you’d admired from afar just moments ago, long legs folded on either side of your own in what now seemed to be the smallest chair ever. You were so precious trying to keep your eyes in just the right place, scared of ever possibly offending her; Wanda wondered when you’d catch on that she was coming onto you this whole time. She wanted you to stare at her greedily, to ruin looking at anyone else ever because you had her- what more could you possibly want?

“Do you want to make me happy?” You nodded dumbly, watching her sit up on her knees to tower over you just a bit, her long hair landing on your shoulders now. A stern hand cupped your chin and tilted your head to look up at her. Wanda looked serious all of a sudden and somehow even without her saying it outright, you knew you needed to comply. With a second nod of approval, Wanda grinned, victorious. “Good girl.”

She pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, pleased with your submission. Your hands settled on her hips as if you were touching glass, as if you could ever scare her away. You were right where she wanted you. “I’m going to keep you all to myself, little pledge.”

You shivered at the nickname, gaining enough confidence to press small circles into the tops of Wanda’s hips with your thumbs. The breath you took was stupidly deep; here you were, the object of your affections holding your head in her perfectly soft hands and telling you she wanted you (to keep you, whatever she meant by that) and yes, maybe she was being a bit forward about it, but if you were being honest, it was kind of hot. All you had to do was say yes. With the way Wanda was looking at you, you were sure anything but yes would ruin your social life for the rest of college. Thankfully you’d already made up your mind.

Nervous as you were, you gripped her hips harder and pulled her in until your noses were touching, “I want that.. with you..” Wanda’s grin grew impossibly wide, over the moon with the evening’s events.

“I know exactly how you can keep me happy right now.” Wanda watched as your eyes grew wide, pupils blown with equal parts lust and shock. It was hard to restrict herself to just one motion of her hips meeting yours, instantly needing more. If she were the type to beg, she would’ve asked by now. But Wanda didn’t beg for anything. She grabbed your hand with gentle determination, lacing her fingers with your own so sweetly you nearly forgot she was grinding against your leg for a second. “If you want to play, that is?” Your joined hands met where you were too nervous to look, but shaking fingertips grazed damp fabric and in what was probably the boldest move you’ve ever made, you pressed into the lace. You hadn’t given a care to how she’d react, your only thought to feel what was now so torturously close to you.

Almost instantaneously, Wanda giggled and you froze, humiliation at your eagerness washing over you. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

“Yes you did.” She was kissing you with purpose now and if that wasn’t overwhelming enough, the brunette was rolling her hips against your still entwined hands.The way she moved had you thinking she was mimicking how she typically got off alone, not so subtly showing you how she’d learned to tease herself— apparently she loved ruining her entire wardrobe of undergarments for the sake of her own pleasure. Struggling to keep up, you moaned into the kiss and Wanda’s tongue slipped into your mouth, easily taking the lead while she explored the arching outlines of your teeth. She must’ve sensed your nerves because she was shushing you, pecking the corners of your lips while letting you catch your breath. Her bottom half didn’t stop moving though, too selfish to sacrifice the pleasant friction while she soothed you. “You’re okay, sweetheart, I’m not mad. In fact,” Wanda kissed a trail over to your ear, tugging your earlobe between her teeth for a second too long before speaking again, “I’d really like it if you kept going.”

Everything in you screamed to give her what she wanted. You weren’t clueless; you knew what she was talking about, but the fear of possibly disappointing her kept you stuck. Besides a few fumblings around with other girls, you’d never done much by way of giving and definitely not with someone as breathtaking as Wanda. When you looked at her again, it was with dread, afraid your hesitancy had angered her, but all you saw were those kind eyes again. More mischievous than you’d ever seen them, but still gentle. “I don’t want to do the wrong thing.”

“Ah, don’t worry, my sweet girl, I’m not made of glass. I won’t break.” She laughed, a soft, light thing that set your mood at ease. “I’ll show you just what to do. You only need to know how to make me feel this way from now on anyway, don’t you, darling?” You nodded in time with her, the idea of learning all the ins and outs of Wanda, just Wanda, both calming your nerves and tightening the coil in the pit of your stomach. She pulled away just long enough to shimmy out of the chair and pull the thin lace from her hips, leaving it on the floor to sit atop you again.

The heat of her core on your thigh enticed you instantly, but when she’d gotten up, she also dropped your hand and you were reaching out for her, “Wanda..” She took your hand again, silently heartwarmed you wanted to keep holding it.

“Hush now, do what I tell you,” Like clockwork, Wanda brought you back between her thighs and this time you gathered the courage to look down. Her tight dress stayed bunched above the curve of her hips, giving you full access to the clean-shaven pussy you were ashamed to admit you’d dreamt about more nights than not. “I want you to fuck me on your fingers and then whenever you’re tempted to touch another girl, you’ll remember how I feel instead.” She turned your open palm to cup her, squeezing your hand until you got the hint and did the same to her body, molding into shape until you could feel her from the base of your wrist to the tips of your fingers. Wanda was hot, burning up even, and you wanted, no— needed, to sate her desires. To make her just as flustered as she always made you. You wanted to be so good at it that you were the only one she sought out when she needed to alleviate any ache.

Her hand left yours to steady herself against the arm of the chair, “Go on, you can touch.” And so you did. Moving slowly over the length of her, studying every twitch of her muscles when you made contact with certain places; you wanted to see it all. “I didn’t give you permission to tease,” Wanda’s firm warning reminded you of your task and you sparked into action, parting her folds and running your fingers along slick skin. You could just barely smell her, heady and sweet as you explored. Your pride swelled when you found her clit and Wanda hissed, round and prominent against the sides of your fingers. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” Trapping the nub between your first two fingers, you squeezed ever so lightly and Wanda bucked into the painful pleasure. It was agonizing moving so intently, being touched right next to where she wanted, no matter how she twisted and turned. She didn’t know where you learned that trick, but fuck, it was driving her to such an irritation fueled neediness. “Circles, now. Use your thumb.”

The speed at which you obeyed shocked even you. Chalking it up to naive eagerness and following directions, the pad of your thumb met the bud previously trapped between your fingers, trying a few experimental lazy circles. “Like that?” It was Wanda’s turn to nod fervently, a moan deep in her throat as you found the perfect rhythm.

“Just like that… tell me, do you think about having me like this often?” The rough texture of your thumb drove her wild, especially once you found your footing. Confidence gave you the willpower to speed up without her having to ask, the slippery friction only making her rut into you harder.

A change of direction that almost made Wanda’s knees buckle snapped your focus to your lap, catching just a glimpse of her deep pink center each time she went forward, “I think about you a lot, Wanda..” Your voice sounded entranced and maybe you were because the sorority president definitely occupied a good chunk of your thoughts each day, particularly when you found your mind wandering to less socially appropriate topics. “You’re so stunning, just want to make you feel as bad as I do for you.”

The admission had Wanda clenching around nothing, a fresh gush of wetness threatening to leak down her thighs and she knew, as blissfully good your fingers felt on her, she needed you inside. “Oh baby, you have no idea..” You dared to tug at her clit while she was talking, cutting off her thoughts mid-sentence with an almost pitifully needy squeak, “That wasn’t very nice, don’t interrupt me again.” She leant in for what you thought was a kiss, but turned out to be a painful nip at your lips, her sharp teeth drawing blood.

“You’ve done so well so far, such a quick learner.” Wanda’s tongue soothed over the throbbing sting of her bite, a quick apology for her bought of anger because she saw a tear pricking at the corner of your eye. “None of that now, baby, you’re okay. I need you to fuck me now, do you think you’re ready for that?” She grabbed your wrist again just long enough to draw you downwards, pleased that you got the hint and rested your fingertips at her entrance. “Just one right now, don’t you dare add another until I say.”

She was breathy as you circled her hole while she instructed you, but the lingering hurt on your lips reminded you she was still very much in control and in charge. “I’ve thought about fucking you since I saw you at the first invite meeting..” Why you were telling her this, you didn’t know. If you could guess, Wanda enjoyed hearing how much she played on your mind and, if it helped you get to your end goal of feeling her fall apart on your fingers, you’d tell her even her darkest secrets. “You make me so nervous every time you’re around, I was always scared I’d slip up and say something embarrassing so I tried to stay away.” You pushed one finger into her slowly, savoring the first time feeling her sheathed around your digit. Wanda was impossibly hot, already gripping you like she wanted more than the thickness of only one of your fingers, but you made yourself wait. You’d never forgive yourself if you fucked this up now.

“What were you scared you’d say to me?” The brunette let her chin rest on your shoulder, her low voice resonating almost directly into your ear. You liked this position; it let you feel her breath quicken as you started to move your hand, pulling almost all the way out before pressing in once more. “Keep going, work me open and I’ll let you put another one in.”

It should’ve been illegal for Wanda to say things like that to you; you hadn’t expected her to be such a talker. She was typically so quiet unless she needed to interact, but then again, you were also quiet and the list of naughty things you wanted to say to her was endless. “U-Uh.. I was always worried I’d talk about how kissable I think you look, especially when you get all dressed up for parties. Or how whenever I see your legs, I think about them wrapped around my head.. I’m looking at them now and I just- wow..” Your finger found a steady pace and Wanda wrapped her arms around you, hands gripping your shoulders as she so obviously tried to hold back any noises that sounded too submissive. Selfishly, you made a vow to force them out of her one day.

“Mm..” Wanda didn’t know why she was torturing herself; she’d thought about this with you for so long. She’d painstakingly arranged so many things for everyone to be out of the house and non-disruptive this afternoon just to have you right where she did now— why she denied both of you the satisfaction of finally fucking her properly was sheerly masochism on her part. “Is that why you won’t stop looking down?” She heard the deep gulp you took, knowing you’d been caught unabashedly staring at the junction of her hips for way too long and too intently to be just nerves.

Maybe you should have been looking at her, but you were too busy committing the sight of her to memory to raise your head. “You’re just gorgeous all over, Wanda. I can’t help it,” You gave her an especially deep thrust, as far as your bent fingers would allow, just to watch the clench of her lower tummy… some previously untapped part of you wanted to bite it. “I was terrified to say I wanted you because I want only you. You’re all I think about.. the thought of sitting so close to you at your sleepover.. I couldn’t have survived without falling all over myself all night.”

If Wanda had known she had you this wrapped around her finger already, she would’ve made her move sooner. So many nights stewing over your niceties to other girls could’ve been saved; none of them got to have you like this, you didn’t want anyone besides her to. You were already hers long before today, “Second finger, fuck me how you imagined I’d like it.” You pulled out short, plunging back in with two fingers until they were buried in her tight cunt without another thought.

Wanda was gasping, fingers clawing at your upper arms while you fucked into her with determination. You’d never say it aloud, but you thought about what Wanda would sound like split open on your fingers more than you thought about her doing the same to her. Reality was so much sweeter than your imagination. She was soaking your hand, fingers glistening every time you pulled out; idly, you wondered if she’d let you taste her if you made her happy enough. “You’re already so tight around my fingers. If you look, you can see how much you’re dripping onto my hand… Is it because I said I only want you?” You felt her nod, pulling a whine from her as you finally curled your fingers. “It’s true, you know. How could I ever want anyone else when you’re right here? You can keep me as long as you’ll have me, I’m yours.”

She must’ve looked down because she shifted, her hips now moving in time with your wrist as much as she could in her shaky state. Your free hand moved to help guide her, grounding her jerky motions, and this time when you curled your fingers, it was perfect. “There! Right there.. do it again, please—!” Self-preservation told you to ignore the ‘please’ part and just do what she said, hitting the same spot each time you bottomed out in her.

Wanda was close to breaking, it would just take one final push. You brought your thumb back to her neglected clit, running quick strokes over it until she was crying out. If you’d eased your focus for just one second, you would’ve missed your name amongst her stream of expletives, but you were blessed enough to hear it and the sound was music to your ears. “I love you like this…” Pure awe and excitement kept you from saying anything remotely intelligent, but as Wanda came down from her high, she buried her face into the crook of your neck so you figured you must’ve done something right. “Thank you,” After a moment of silence, Wanda made a vague noise of confusion, her brain not yet letting her formulate a response. “I mean for you know, this? I’d really like to do it again— well, we should do this again?”

You shut yourself up before you could embarrass yourself further, but then Wanda was stretching, fully sitting on your lap now, and you could feel evidence of her orgasm seeping through your pants. “What part of ‘I’m keeping you’ implied that this was ever a one time thing?” Her smirk left you blushing, fidgeting in the chair to offset the chance of you saying anything even more stupid. Some part of you didn’t think she was serious when she’d mentioned it earlier; surely she wouldn’t want to date an average lowly sophomore when she was both a junior and president of her sorority. Wanda could have any one and she really did want you.

While you were distracted, she took her fingers from your lap and nudged wet fingertips against your lips. “Open.” Your mouth opened wide for her to place the intrusion in, only to drop her own hand, trusting you to know what to do. Of course you did, having wanted to for months and silently lamenting you didn’t get to fulfill that dream today as well. The quick taste of her you did get threatened to have your eyes rolling back in your skull, especially when Wanda was watching you so intently, overjoyed that her new girl was turning out to be more obedient than she could’ve hoped. “I think it’s about time we get you dressed too.”

“I don’t really have anything to wear-” Your hand fell back to her side, your calm evening plans suddenly dashed. The Halloween classics movie marathon was probably already in full swing, it just dawned on you, but Wanda’s pout told you she wouldn’t be taking no for an answer for this event.

“I’ll let you borrow something I have here!” Wanda stood up on shaky legs, adjusting her dress and, much to your dismay, forgoing any other underwear. She combed her fingers through your mussed hair, fussing with it as she thought of an outfit that would match hers. As much as you would miss your movies, you wouldn’t trade anything for the affectionate touches you were now on the receiving end of. “You’re not going to skip out on any other parties with me any time soon, sweetheart. I’m taking you everywhere, right by my side so you never miss me again.”

It was sheer assumption you’d miss her when she was gone. The assumption was correct. If you weren’t already hooked on Wanda before, she’d fully ensnared you now.

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Ahem.. well I guess this is soft? I didn’t know what you wanted the vibe to be so it’s like.. Natasha soft? Lil salty soft? Welp. hope you like it!

This was supposed to be short but it's 3.2K words so wow yeehaw.

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; virginity loss (reader); fingering (r receiving); implied oral (r receiving); Wanda and Carol kinda tease Nat about not having fucked reader, but it's not anything malicious they're just antagonistic; a lot of soft Natasha

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Natasha was not known on campus for being outgoing. Not that she was shy at all; she had enough confidence for your entire class, but she kept to her small group of friends and approaching her was seen as a challenge to anyone who dared.

The Natasha you knew though, she was different. Even a year ago when you'd first leaned over in class to ask if she could plug your laptop in for you, she'd given you a smile and an agreeable hum that calmed your nerves instantly. She always loved flustering you, taking advantage of how easily she could catch you off guard.

What surprised you the most was how affectionate she proved to be. With how flirtatious Natasha was, you'd expected her touches to be equally so, but she always led you along with a guiding hand on the small of your back or held your hand tighter in crowds where she sensed your anxiety was getting the better of you. The nights that you stayed over at her sorority house, more often than not now, Natasha always cuddled you close to her on the couch, the both of you laughing with her housemates about the day's events.

Eventually you'd end up falling asleep and somehow you'd wake up tucked into her bed, always coziest when neither you nor Natasha had early classes and could laze about together for awhile, sharing sleepy kisses and tender laughs.

Tonight was one such night, Wanda and Carol having roped you in for a late night drink to celebrate the arrival of the weekend. The glass of wine you'd had left your brain blissful, head resting against Natasha's chest while she nuzzled her nose into your hair. At some point her hand had slid under your shirt, some old thing you'd swiped from Natasha's dressers a while back, fingers drawing patterns over your hip as she talked.

"Get a room, you two. Your cuddling is making me sappy," Carol called from the chair she'd curled up in.

Her comment made Natasha roll her eyes, "Shut up, Danvers, we weren't doing anything!" But then the pillow you'd so comfortably rested your back against was ripped away from you, your girlfriend using it to hurl at the blonde.

"Hey!" Both you and Carol yelled at the same time, her from being smacked in the face and you from losing your cozy position. You turned to Natasha, looking up with a pout. "I was comfy..."

Natasha's glare softened when you eyes met, tugging you closer as she sat against the arm of the couch so that you rested between her legs, hugging you tight in apology. "Sorry, darling. Someone was being a jerk.." She placated you with a kiss that you were sure was supposed to be gentle, but something switched and she nipped at your mouth, catching your bottom lip between her teeth just to hear you groan.

As if the embarrassment of your sound alone wasn't enough, this time it was Wanda who piped up. "Yeah that looks like a lot of 'doing nothing' over there, I know your ways too well, Natasha." She'd been friends with Natasha since grade school and she did, unfortunately, know nearly everything about the redhead.

Your brow furrowed in frustration, too tired for continued teasing. "We haven't 'done' anything so I doubt we'd start in front of you two." Wanda and Carol stared back at you, dumbfounded, before turning to Nat and just... laughing. "Wh-What's so funny..?"

"Nothing, ignore them." Her voice was clipped, something she only did when she really didn't want to talk about the subject at hand. Whatever it was though, now you were curious.

"No, it's fine, I wanna know. What is it?" You sat up and looked between the three of them, Natasha oddly fidgety and her friends way too smug.

Carol finally let you in, laughing the whole time. "We used to threaten to soundproof Natasha's room. It's been quiet lately even with you staying over all the time lately and well, we just figured you were a quiet one. Guess we've figured out the truth!" Wanda shoved Carol's arm to shut her up when Natasha looked positively murderous, grabbing her to stand up with her.

"We're going to head to bed! Now!" Carol resisted, somehow missing the intensity of Natasha's stare, but finally allowed herself to be pulled away. "Goodnight! Sleep tight, don't let Natasha bite!"

If you hadn't been blocking Natasha, she would've run after Wanda; she'd get her back later. Instead she turned her attention back to you, ready to laugh it off, but she was met with your mortified expression, cheeks bright red with sudden realization. "Are you okay?"

She'd asked it hesitantly so you knew there was no hiding what you were feeling. "I'm sorry, Nat..." You'd mentioned when you started dating that you were a virgin, more than a little scared to reveal that for fear of ridicule, but she was kind and understanding and promised never to pressure you into anything.

You were thankful that she kept her promise, but now all those gentle touches you'd cherished so much took on a different light. Now they felt like Natasha holding back, not risking anything that could come off too forward. If Wanda and Carol had laughed about it to her face, you could only imagine what everyone else was saying behind your backs. Natasha must hate it.

"Why are you apologizing?" Meeting her gaze felt impossible, but Natasha was guiding your chin up to face her and you wanted to whimper and hide with how much concern was etched across her features. "I'm not mad at you, I would never."

"No no just-" You steadied yourself with a deep breath, your long exhale tickling Natasha's neck. "For me.. about me, I'm sorry you're getting teased about, you know, stuff..."

"Oh please, Wands and Carol are the only two who've probably noticed and if anyone else dared saying anything, particularly about you, I'd take care of it in a heartbeat." She kissed you with all the love she could muster, purely innocent intentions this time. "Trust me, I'm perfectly happy and as long as you are too, that's all I care about."

Still unconvinced, you nodded and laid your head back down, hugging Natasha tight. "We could, you know.. if you wanted to."

Natasha chuckled and sat the both of you back up, patting your arm. "Do you want to?"

"Of course!" Fuck, that was too quick. "Yes, I do want to." The nights you spent apart were still filled with thoughts of her. Less appropriate thoughts... ones you'd never gotten around to sharing with your partner. The first time you'd fallen apart with her name on your lips came as a surprise, you mind having run to the thought of Natasha taking you in her soft bed, her fingers buried deep inside you instead of your own, overtaking every sense.

There'd been a few times when Natasha had you alone, when either she wanted to distract you or on her more flirtatious days, where she held you atop her and kissed you breathless. Each time left you yearning for more, especially when she lost her composure and ground her hips against yours; one time you'd given her a particularly hard bite to her neck, she unabashedly moaned and you've kept the sound in your mind ever since. But each time Natasha pulled away, either insisting you should sleep or get back to the task at hand.

You were just too shy to ask outright, you waited for the day Natasha took matters into her own hands and took control. Each new make out session wound you further and further, but even now, faced with the issue up front you wished she'd just... do it.

Natasha watched you war within yourself in silence for a while until finally taking pity. "Come to bed with me." Her hand was warm against your cheek, beckoning you to stand up with her.

Once in her room, your nerves started getting the better of you. You hated that you'd been here countless times, but suddenly everything felt new and uncertain all over again, heavy with the anxiety of the moment. Natasha led you to her bed, the back of your legs pressing into the side, but she didn't push you back.. yet. If she was going to do this, she was going to do it properly. "One rule: you have to tell me what you want."

"Fuck me." It came out smoother than you expected, but you already knew what you wanted.

Natasha smirked, kissing the corner of your mouth. "Yeah? You want me to fuck you, baby?" You nodded, turning your head for her like you'd done so many times to give her access to your neck. One of Natasha's favorite indulgences was marking you; you hadn't had sex yet, but she could still stake her claim. There were times you went to class, a bruise blooming right along your shirt collar because Natasha had seen one of your classmates staring a little too long for her liking. She always stealthily found a way to corner you, keeping you pinned against a wall in some empty hallway until you'd convinced her you knew you were hers alone.

“Yes..” You weren’t sure if you were saying yes to her lips on your neck or to her question, but the way you clung to her solidified your need for more of both. She was the perfect balance of rough and sweet, nibbling along the column of your throat until you were moaning, soothing her bites with slow strokes of her tongue. “Nat.. please..”

If she wasn’t holding you, you would’ve collapsed, knees weak as she slid both of her hands under your shirt to pull it over your head. This wasn’t Natasha’s first time seeing you undressed, but still you felt self-conscious, trying to press yourself into your girlfriend before she could get too good a look at your perceived imperfections. “Ah ah, don’t hide from me now, you’re okay.” Finally she laid you back, letting your head fall to the pillows before she sat on her knees between your legs. Her gaze held so much admiration as she looked over your naked top half, hands sliding up your sides until her thumbs reached the swell of your breasts. “I’m going to take such good care of you, pretty girl.”

Skin hot as a furnace from both her affection and the lasting effect of her assault on your neck, you reached out for Natasha and she allowed herself to be pulled forward until you were chest to chest, her lips brushing yours. When she kissed you this time it was filled with more than softness, the added ‘I want you’ felt once your lips parted and her tongue slid past, exploring the sweet taste of your mouth. The redhead’s hands started to wander, cupping your breasts to gauge your reaction. Instinctively you arched into her touch, a silent plea for her to continue. Lightly calloused fingertips met your nipples, teasing them into a tight hardness that left you moaning into your girlfriend’s mouth.

Natasha pulled away then, letting you breathe out a whine to continue her trek downwards. “I’m right here still, don’t get all whiny on me.” Her voice was teasing, deep tones resonating over the surface of your skin as she placed wet, open mouth kisses all over your chest. She bit your collarbone hard, a small taste of the rough nature she still harbored, and for a moment you were torn on which you wanted: vicious Natasha or gentle Natty. But then her mouth replaced her thumb on your pebbled nipple, licking oh so sweetly before sucking it past her full lips and you realized you didn’t care which version of your girlfriend you got tonight, as long as she kept doing whatever she was doing to make you so needy from so little. “Do you like that?”

Her eyes glanced up at you for only a moment before focusing back on the task at hand, switching sides to treat them both equally, but still you nodded, unsure if she could even see it, “Y-Yes..” It was a little embarrassing to be so breathy with just this, feeling like your lack of experience was on full display with how intense you were reacting. But Natasha didn’t care; possession rose within her knowing no one else had gotten to see you like this, and if she could have it her way, no one else ever would, made her near feral with lust. She wanted to devour you right away, overwhelm everything you had with only her for as long as you could last- but she forced herself to wait. After all, she had all the time in the world.

The night was young and she was going to ruin you for anyone else. Eventually your hips jerked up, a reaction to the bite she’d sunk into the underside of your sensitive chest, and she let up. “You are so cute, so sensitive… ready for more, sweet thing?” Your answering rock against her thighs was confirmation enough for her, but obsessed with you as she was, Natasha still needed you to follow her rule. “Words, remember, answer me.”

You shook your head firmly, hair splaying across the pillows with the force of your response, “More, Tasha, I’m ready.” Adding a pout for good measure earned you a laugh from your girlfriend, playfully snapping the waistband back on your shorts so it smacked against your stomach. “That hurts!”

“Oh, that’s absolutely nothing compared to what I could do to you.” The thought left your mind reeling, barely registering when she pulled off your last pieces of clothing. This time though, Natasha was quick, parting your legs to get a good look at you before you could get shy. Her hand went to reach out, but you stopped her and she pulled away. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just..” You wanted to see Natasha too; it felt unbalanced for her to be fully clothed while you laid bare under her. “Could you take your shirt off? Or anything?” It was a pleasant surprise when Natasha didn’t tease you for your hesitant question. Instead she just wordlessly pulled her shirt over her head before maneuvering herself out of her cotton sweatpants- and you stared the entire time.

She was so much prettier than you’d imagined.The fit physique you’d cuddled yourself up to way too many times to count was always warm and cozy and in your fantasies, she was always beautiful, but that could never compare to the real Natasha: she was gorgeous. Natasha had to admit, she grew a bit flustered with you taking her in now, your mouth slightly ajar and eyes wide; it made her feel special.. she liked it more than she expected. “See something you like?”

“Yeah, you.. You’re amazing.” It was Natasha’s turn to blush, shaking her head, red hair falling gracefully over her shoulders. “Seriously, Natasha… better than the woman of my dreams. Which is also you, but you know.. You’re prettier than her.” That made Natasha’s ears perk up and you could almost pinpoint the second she switched, her smug grin letting you know she was up to something.

“You dream about me?” She’d never let you live that down. If the slow way she leaned down, eyes half lidded, was any indication, your passing comment made Natasha’s ego swell. That was always dangerous.

You gulped, your foreheads touching now, “Oh- of course I do..”

“What do you dream about?” Her question sounded innocent enough, but her hand played along your lower abdomen, constantly dragging lower until she just barely brushed over your core. Natasha let her fingers slide between your folds, teasingly slow to take her time. You gasped, hot breath hitting Natasha’s cheeks, “Do you dream about this?”

“Yes….” you hissed out as your girlfriend stroked over your entrance, gathering your wetness to finally touch where you needed her most. How she knew your body so intimately already, you didn’t know, but you wouldn’t complain.

She worked you over until you were nearly biting through your bottom lip, squirming as you desperately tried to keep contact with her hand. “You think about me fucking you into my mattress until you’re a whiny little mess for me? I bet you do, you’re already so wet for me as it is.”

There was so much you could take, but her words… that would be the death of you. Natasha and her sultry voice, tugging at your earlobe with her teeth, somehow knowing your hidden desires- you couldn’t stand it. “Nat- Natasha.. Fuck me, please..”

“Hm..” One finger pushed into you, steady and careful, “Don’t hold back on me though, I want to hear you.” You agreed, releasing your lip to let your moans fall freely. Natasha kissed you again, swallowing your sweet sounds as she pumped into you, opening you up carefully. Once you adjusted, she tested another finger, pressing in deep this time and you nearly came on the spot. Legs wound around Natasha’s hips and hands grabbing her shoulders, your girlfriend sped up her pace, properly fucking you now. “You’re doing so well for me, clenching around my fingers perfectly.”

“Oh- fuck, keep going..” It was mind-blowing how two fingers could bring you to such a high, mind hazy with thoughts of Natasha. You were full of her, surrounded by just her, red hair tickling your collarbones as she laughed against your jaw. As a final push, the pad of her thumb met your swollen clit, moving perfectly in time with her thrusts. “Just like that, Tasha… please-!”

“Here?” She granted you a particularly hard thrust, curling her fingers in a spot you’d never reached yourself before. You were sure you were drooling, head pressed hard back into Natasha’s pillows. You were so close it ached, the pit in your stomach painfully heavy. You’d never needed release more in your life. Natasha could tell; she wouldn’t make you wait. She wanted your first one with her to be loving, full of delight and happiness. “Do it, cum for me. I want to see you.”

That was all you needed. Your body shaking as you sunk impossibly deeper into the mattress, Natasha’s name screamed out, echoing against the walls. There were definitely other people in the house right now, they could hear you for sure… you didn’t care. It was hard to tell when exactly you came down from your high, but when you did, Natasha was laying next to you and gently brushing the hair from your face.

You finally focused on her, taking in how she looked at you with watchful eyes; she had the power to make you feel so deeply loved, it made you want to cry. “Hey, Nat..” you muttered, voice hoarse.

“Hey there, cutie,” Natasha chuckled, pressing her lips to your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Pretty perfect, if I had to measure it.” You took one of her hands in your own, squeezing it tight. There was no one you’d rather have had your first time with, you were sure. You went to turn on your side, wanting to slide against her warmth, but her hand was firm on your shoulder, keeping you on your back. Your face turned quizzical, almost hurt that she’d denied you her embrace until catching sight of her seductive look.

“It’s not time to sleep yet, I still want to taste you for myself.” Natasha kissed down your body, already heating up for the second time under her touch. Her face settled between your thighs, brushing her nose across your oversensitive core. “You’re in for such a long weekend.”

[maximotts]

𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 || 𝐧. 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐟𝐟

a/n: because @twilight-99-tm and I couldn't get needy top beefy!Natasha out of our heads.. really that's all, hope y'all like porn! Technically a part of my Kinktober, but it's not a request, I just wanted to write this really badly

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; strap-on sex {r receiving}; sex from behind; kinda restraint just because Nat is really strong, but all consensual obviously; denial/teasing {Nat receiving}; dirty talk {mutual}; a little overstim at the end if you squint; pet names {Natasha calls R baby}

summary: When Natasha comes back one night, she needs to alleviate an ache which just so happens to manifest itself in the form of making sure you're taken care of

words: 1.1K

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“Please?”

Her words were so soft, way too whiny to be considered anywhere domineering. But her arms.. they kept you pinned in place, cheek pressed tight into the pillows below as your girlfriend practically rut against your backside. “I don’t know.. why should I?”

It was a cruel game you were playing, knowing she’d never do anything you said no to— but currently you were only saying no to torture Natasha. The thick length of her strap dragged back and forth between your folds, legs kept spread by the redhead’s strong thighs. “I know you want it as badly as I do… don’t be stubborn, malyshka.” Two groans rang in unison as the tip of her piece nudged against your clit, the devious part of the toy buried inside Natasha hitting a surprisingly sensitive spot. “I’ll fuck you until you’re begging me to stop. It’ll be so good, I promise, just— please.”

You hated denying her, especially when she was begging so sweetly in your ear, offering anything your heart desired if you’d just let her have this one thing, “But Natty…” Sleep was so close to claiming you when she’d come in, stealthily as ever. It was a mistake to think Natasha had come to bed so early just to cuddle with you, but you’d settled in her embrace easily, breathing in her sweet scent. When her slightly calloused hands began roaming your body, tugging at your flimsy sleep shorts, you knew you were done for. Something about your girlfriend coming to you so needy, so insistent that she couldn’t wait, drenched you in an instant and when you felt the telltale bulge of her favorite strap on press against the curve of your ass, it took everything in you not to cum on the spot. You’d managed though and theorized that you couldn’t not take advantage of her neediness.

So rarely was she in the mood to show you outwardly how much she yearned for you and so often, you gave in right away, letting her escape the need to beg. Not this time. “I know, I know you’re tired, but you don’t have to do anything. Just let me take care of you?” Ultimately, it was the fact that, amorous as she was, Natasha still only wanted to make you feel good that broke you. You’d never hear it aloud, but watching you come undone as many times as you could for her, crying out until your voice was hoarse and your only thoughts were her and how perfectly she was fucking you— that was better than chasing her own high.

The knowledge that you needed her as much as she needed you fueled her very soul, you knew it did. Every time Natasha’s pupils dilated just a tad bit wider when you asked for her and only her, when you sought her out amongst a crowd of people, when you were the one pleading for her to alleviate the ache between your legs; she adored tending to any need you brought to her. “Go on, fuck me. Fill me up how only you can.”

Exactly what she wanted to hear, Natasha pulled back just enough to align your bodies, one hand gripping your hip hard as if she was scared you’d twist away and deny her again. She sank in with little problem, your body accommodating the stretch and welcoming sting easily, “So ready for me and I hadn’t even touched you… did you get off on making me ask you to open up for me?” Her movements were slow and steady, drawing out each push and pull so you could truly feel every inch of her.

Natasha only let you move a little, just enough for her to know you wanted more, but not enough freedom to take what you needed. Needy as she was, Natasha was in control; she determined what you needed when. “Natasha… harder, go harder,” Like clockwork, her hips sped up, driving you almost painfully into the mattress.

“Like that, baby? You want me to fuck me so hard you’re walking crooked for the rest of the week?” You nodded, teeth biting down on your poor pillow as your fist balled the edge of your girlfriend’s shirt in a death grip. A rough hand met the swell of your ass with a sharp slap that left you crying out; Natasha wanted to hear you. “Words. Use them.”

When her words got clipped, it only meant one thing: she was close. “Fuck— fuck me, hard as you can.. ruin me.” Natasha’s pace quickened with your admission, frantic as she neared the onset of what she’d been waiting so long for. Holding back wasn’t an option for either of you, unabashed in using each other for your own pleasure. “Like that.. please, Natasha..!”

“You’re taking me so well, so deep,” Self-indulgent as she was tonight, Natasha knew if she wanted you to come with her, she needed that final push. “Does your needy little clit need some attention?” The only answer you could manage was a weak ‘yes,’ mindlessly trying to gain any friction, but Natasha still held you in place for her perfect angle. Sometimes you resented the fact that the woman never skipped an arm day.

She sacrificed one hand to find yours, guiding them down to where you were obviously dripping under her brutal fucking. Her fingers covered yours as they finally met your sensitive bud, circling and pinching perfectly in time with the silicone toy stretching you open. “N-Nat, I’m gonna.. can I cum? I need it so bad.”

Natasha practically growled, sinking her teeth into your shoulder as she desperately fought off her orgasm before you got yours. “Cum for me, do it now. Be a good girl and cum around my cock.” You came with an echoing cry, your fingers soaked with your own wetness as Natasha gave one final thrust, grinding your hips together until her walls were clenching around the bit inside her. She shuddered heavily, her body falling onto yours as you both came down from your highs.

You fell boneless onto the bed and the redhead followed suit, her front melding against your sweat-sheened back with ease. If you were tired before, you were exhausted now, the force of your activities threatening to drag you into unconsciousness. “Sleepy..”

Your girlfriend only hummed, peppering kisses along the back of your neck, over your shoulder blades, “You did so well for me, baby, I love you.” Her hands smoothed over your arms and hips; the massage should’ve been simple enough, but then the touches turned more suggestive again and stupidly, you tried wiggling away. Of course you didn’t budge and, tired as you were, when Natasha’s fingertips found your weeping entrance again, you pushed into her touch. “Think you can give me one more? I just missed you so much.”

Your head was nodding instantly, whimpering when you felt two fingers enter you to the hilt. The answer was always yes when it was Natasha. “Let me watch you cum again, just want to see you… that’s a good girl.”

[maximotts]

Now i can't stop thinking if reader would have showed up at that sleepover I'm pretty sure Wanda could have convinced her to sleep next to her and play with her while everyone is asleep

AHAHAHA yea now I can't either so I wrote a lil thing... Same sorority AU, but basically what would happen if Wanda actually did get reader to her sleepover

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; this is literally just 863 words of a smut thing; Wanda wanted a cuddle buddy and her fingers just get cold, you know? It be like that

Based off of kept and wanted

“Wanda, you can’t-“

“Shush, baby, I can do whatever I want.” Slightly chilled hands had pulled down your sleep pants and underwear, leaving you bare for her alone. Her plush blankets kept you covered from the rest of the room where Wanda’s party guests slept peacefully on the floor, the dark room shrouding anyone’s vision. For anyone who happened to get up, it would look like you two were just cuddling, Wanda holding her chosen favorite close to her chest sweetly— below the comforters was a different kind of sweet. “I wish I could taste you right now, maybe clean up some of the mess you're making on my hand before you ruin my sheets.”

Wanda had to whisper, not wanting to alert any of the others, but she was right in your ear, tugging the lobe between her teeth. Whether your cheeks were hotter or down where the brunette was exploring your folds, you didn’t know. “Someone is going to catch us...” You didn’t think you’d ever live down the embarrassment of being caught like this— whimpering pitifully as Wanda’s fingers playing in your wet cunt after everyone else has gone to bed. As sleep settled over the guests, you’d gone to where you’d placed your things earlier, only to find them gone. Before you could question anything though, Wanda pulled you into her bed, claiming a need for a ‘cuddle buddy.’ You shouldn’t have been surprised really, she’d kept you close all night; if ever you strayed a little too far, Wanda’s hand found your wrist and you were back in her orbit again.

You weren’t going to complain, your crush on Wanda known to almost anyone who’d seen the two of you in the same room, but you’d be lying if you said the sudden influx of Wanda’s attention hadn’t thrown you into a flustered haze all night. For hours now you’d stayed plastered to her side, blissfully unaware of the murmured giggles about how you looked like Wanda’s puppy with how dutifully you did as she asked. Consequently, when the older girl’s fingers went wandering, tugging at your old pants, you were nervous, but more than willing. Wanda looked into your eyes and told you she’d take care of you— why wouldn’t you believe her?

At some point your legs parted further, Wanda now holding your thigh between hers. The wet warmth leaking from her own center was obvious against the side of your trembling leg, Wanda rocking against it lazily if only to taunt you with how much you wanted to touch her. “If you promise to be quiet for me, I’ll let you cum tonight.” Your head nodded desperately, knowing you wouldn’t have a chance of sleeping peacefully next to your crush, let alone one who denied you what was bound to be an amazing orgasm. “That’s my girl!”

It was such a pleased exclamation; you hated how fulfilled it made you feel. Still you let her whisper gentle encouragement and praises in your ear while she rubbed exhilarating circles on your clit, reminders of how wet you make her both smeared over your trapped leg and whispered like a hushed secret along any skin Wanda could reach. “Can I touch you too?” You asked it hesitantly, as if you were inquiring about a priceless artifact— to you, Wanda was. Nights alone were filled with constant thoughts of your crush— her smile, her laugh, the barely there swimsuit she’d worn a few months ago at the sorority pool party… you needed to touch her, just to know she was truly real.

“Oh no, baby, that’s only after you prove you can be good tonight.” Wanda merely giggled at your whine, mischief laced in the rumbles against your shoulder. “What’s wrong?” Two fingers breached your waiting entrance without warning; slowly moving to let you adjust, but never giving you a reprieve from your growing need. You stared at her with pleading eyes, one of your hands resting mere inches from where Wanda was attached to you, but not daring to move without permission. Your fingers twitched anyways, threatening to betray your will just because she was so close. It was cute to the president how much you wanted her, very endearing— were she any softer, Wanda would’ve given in, “You want to fuck me, is that it?”

Your bottom lip must’ve pouted something pitiful because Wanda gave you a mocking one back, just barely hiding how much she was enjoying this secret the two of you now shared. “Please?”

“I said no.” Her face hardened as you pushed, finger curling cruelly just to watch you squirm and struggle; you were whining too loud and if you kept it up, there was no way Natasha wouldn’t hear you from where she slept about 10 feet away. As much as she loved the thrill of claiming you right here in her bed, sharing this moment, or you in general, with anyone else wasn’t an option. You were hers alone from now on, to tease and play with at will. “If you’re going to be a brat, we can go to your room and I’ll give you something to whine about.”

[maximotts]

ceo natty making sure no one hurts her (pillow) princess

protective and soft natty pls

implied little!r

a/n: I wasn’t sure if you wanted smut for this, but since you mentioned pillow princess reader I just kinda went with it haha.. also I don’t write little!reader stuff so I just made reader shy and skittish? It fits with the vibe I think so I hope this is acceptable? I spent waaayyy too long on this so apologies for typos and whatever

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; creepy men being creepy (Natasha saves you obvs); masturbation (briefly); fingering (r receiving); possessive Natasha, but she's very loving and soft to R

words: 2.9K

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If you had it your way you’d be comfortably in bed in your pajamas, curled up while you watched the new baking show Netflix managed to squeeze out. Preferably in your girlfriend’s arms. The same girlfriend who’d kept you away from your cozy plans tonight.

Going into the relationship, you knew Natasha was a busy person. She was important, the best at what she did even. She was respected for good reason; Natasha worked hard to get where she was, having made it to the point where she didn't have to work another day for the rest of her life, but still she showed up and stayed present. It was safe to say Natasha was a workaholic. And while you were proud of her, you did miss her a lot.

Once it was clear you were serious about dating the slightly older woman, Natasha started to let you in more, but you were still subject to cancellations for "work emergencies" and "necessary work meetings." Eventually she insisted you move in with her, claiming she wanted to spend more time with you, but you had a sneaking suspicion the nights you went out drinking your loneliness with friends and her worry for your well-being had something to do with it too.

Living together was nice, sweet even. You got to sleep next to her each night and sometimes you woke up ridiculously early just to watch her resting face, to look at her face when her features were fully relaxed and free from thoughts of her work. Occupying the same space as Natasha also meant she knew your day to day schedule in and out and she tried to plan around you to get the most time with you, but sometimes things came up.

Things like tonight, some Halloween cocktail gathering for people who mean nothing to you, but everything to the future of business. Talks of stocks, trades, and risky investments flew back and forth while you either nodded half-heartedly or zoned out altogether. Natasha convinced you to come with promises of free drinks and laughing at everyone's stuck-up attitudes together and you reasoned that it might be nice to meet some of the people Natasha grumbled about most evenings at dinner.

Instead she'd left you alone about thirty minutes in and she's been sparse ever since, only seeing her for a moment when she found time to check in on you, twirl a stray hair at your ear and promise she'd be back in a few minutes. You wanted to be mad at the redhead, but mostly you were mad at yourself. It was expected she'd be drawn into conversations; everyone wanted to talk to the alluring Natasha Romanoff.

Occasionally she'd gesture in your direction and smile with a few other people, presumably talking about you and it made you blush every time, the proud grin on her face making you feel like the most important person in the room. No, it was impossible to stay upset with her when she looked at only you in such an uncharacteristically soft way.

So you settled into your little corner and scrolled your phone, nursing your glass of champagne while you waited for the event to end. It grew as comfortable as can be to at least not be bothered by anyone else, but of course that didn't last.

"So whose wife are you?"

The voice was almost weaselly, obviously a little intoxicated from the tinge of slur to his words. You let out a long-suffering breath, annoyed that you were now being bothered in the spot you'd carved out for yourself. "No one's. But I'm here with Natasha."

Any hope that he'd go away with the mention of your girlfriend's name was dashed when he only scooted closer. "Ah, you're her. And she left you here all alone?"

"She didn't leave me. She's busy." He was sitting way too close now, your bare arm brushing his suit sleeve. You didn't like this and Natasha would hate it. But she probably wasn't paying attention; you hadn't caught sight of her for at least twenty minutes and when you scanned the room you didn't find fiery red hair anywhere.

Whoever this man was apparently found your answer funny because he was laughing, his alcohol soaked breath hitting your nose along with an unfortunate spray of his saliva. If you could, you would've bolted, but he'd trapped you in the booth you sat in, his arm stretched out to the table now so even the thought of trying to squeeze by him was impossible. Maybe if you were more outspoken, you'd have yelled or had some scathing remark to send him running, but you remained painfully quiet. You cursed your head for staying empty when all you wanted to do was help yourself out of an excruciatingly uncomfortable situation.

"Seems like she left you, sweetheart. Does she do that a lot? I'd never let you out of my sight. Or my bed even." You felt bile rise in your throat at the insinuation.

So absorbed in your disgust, you didn't notice the looming shadow of a certain redhead cast over the drunk party guest. "I'm sure I didn't just hear what I thought I did." The man before you went pale as a sheet, eyes wide as he turned shakily to face your girlfriend. She had her arms crossed across her chest, staring him down as if she wasn't half his height once he stood up.

While he shook in fear, safety washed over you with her mere presence and something else, something like lust flooding you at the sight of her defensive stance. Natasha always made sure to remind you of your free will, to do whatever made you happy, but you wouldn't deny that her stepping between you and your annoyance made you feel.. protected. Like something you were worth protecting. Lovingly owned.

“What was it you were saying? You’d never let her out of your sight?” Natasha went to step closer, but at some point you’d grasped her hand and held it so she could tug you closer until your head was pressed against her hip. Instinctively, you folded against her side, eyes to the ground because as safe as you felt, looking at him wasn’t a necessity anymore so you wouldn’t. Natasha’s hand came to your head, smoothing out your hair much more lovingly than the rest of her.

The poor man finally grasped how fucked he truly was, eyes darting between Natasha and over to where the rest of the guests were talking to themselves, either unaware of the situation or knowing better than to intercept Natasha. “N-No, I didn’t mean it that way. I would never-!”

“With all of the ‘never’s coming out of your mouth tonight, let me add another one to your list,” You doubted Natasha knew her hand was gripping your shoulder almost painfully now, clutching you impossibly closer as if you’d flee without her grounding you. “Never talk to my girl again. Never look at her, never think about her- nothing. Because if you do, that would be really upsetting to me and I wouldn’t be able to let that slide.” Natasha’s typically deep voice currently held more threatening energy than you’d ever heard. It scared you a bit and you vowed right then you’d try your hardest to never be the subject of her ire.

He fumbled and sputtered, scrambling for absolutely anything to say. There was nothing except, “Yes, Ms. Romanoff. S-Sorry for the confusion.” Natasha’s unwavering stare sent him running with his tail between his legs, making his way across the room as fast as his drunken gait would take him.

As soon as your problem fled, the weight of your situation hit you, tears springing to life in the corners of your eyes. “Natty…” Perfectly manicured nails moved to scratch at your scalp, the motion of her fingers soothing your worries instantly.

“Come on, my love, it’s time to go home, yeah?” Her tone was soft again, the voice reserved for you alone. You nodded her head as you mumbled an apology for ruining her dress with your running mascara, but she shushed you in an instant.

The trip home was a blur and that was alright. Natasha took care of everything, as always, and next time you truly registered your surroundings you were right where you wanted to be: home in bed with your love.

You didn’t know if you’d fallen asleep or not, but when you finally took a peek out of the far off window, it was pitch black outside. Slivers of moonlight were the only light source, just barely illuminating the sleeping features of your girlfriend’s face. Flashbacks of the night’s events played through your mind while you thought of the difference between the public persona of Natasha Romanoff, CEO and ruthless negotiator, and your Natasha, a loving partner and fierce protector. The memory of how hot she looked shielding you from harm made your legs squeeze together, a familiar tightening blooming deep in the pit of your stomach.

There was a slight element of shame tied to having been turned on by the sight of Natasha brutally cutting someone down to size, but she was doing it for you and that’s what stuck in your brain. You knew she would do anything for you, but seeing it was something else. Still, you couldn’t wake her up for just this; you’d needed enough attending that night.

Scooting back down under the blankets until everything but your head was covered, you resigned yourself to taking care of your own problems. Shy hands slid down your body, feeling the curves and slopes of your own form until you reached the top of your thighs. Typically you slept in a short nightgown, a simple pair of underwear your only other layer. Natasha’s request, of course; she loved feeling your skin against hers while you slept. Tonight was no exception and you were grateful, less fabric to contend with as your fingers slipped past the thin elastic waistband.

It felt naughty almost to have your hand buried between your legs while your girlfriend slept unaware mere inches from you, but you didn’t want to bother her and as one finger purposely just barely brushed your clit, you doubted she would want to deny you such pleasure. You gasped aloud when your fingers reached your entrance, surprised at how fast you’d grown so wet, but images of Natasha’s hardened expression had you clenching around just the tips of your digits.

“I’m not that deep of a sleeper, just so you know.” Natasha’s words held amusement so she wasn’t mad, but still you couldn’t bring yourself to meet her eyes.

Reluctantly you pulled your fingers away, wiping them on your thigh as if that would erase what you were so clearly doing. “Sorry, Nat.. I just-” But she was on you before you could finish that thought, bringing you flush against her as she swallowed your worries in her kiss. Her grip on your waist was bruising and while you still squirmed, the possession in her hold was exactly what you wanted.

Still laid on your side, Natasha pulled away just enough to look at you, your skin still clearly flushed even in the darkness of the bedroom. She maneuvered your nightgown over your hips, cupping your core in her strong palm, “Poor girl, you were bad enough off that you wanted to take care of it yourself?” It was true, it was bad; usually you asked Natasha for anything, once she’d had you, nothing compared to her touch and while she didn’t have a rule about seeking relief without her, you rarely ever did. It was never as good; she’d long since ruined you for anyone else, including yourself. “You know I would be happy to help.”

Her hand ground the soaked fabric against your sensitive folds, a clear tease just to watch you moan. She could’ve done it by now, nudged the fabric aside and plunged her fingers into you, but she didn’t. And it was on purpose. “Please, Natty?” As much as she loved you and wanted your constant happiness, she had to have some of her own- it happened to manifest in loving hearing you ask for her. There was no greater rush for Natasha knowing you were fully capable of doing things yourself, but still you relied on her. Because you needed it to be her. “Please touch me, keep me- protect me.”

That was all the pleading she needed, her free hand winding about your waist and pulling until your chests were touching. Her other arm was wedged between you now, but there was enough space for Natasha to manage, ridding you of your underwear and immediately bringing her fingers to bare skin, sliding easily through your folds. You whined at her broad strokes, touching just enough to rile you, but slow enough not to get you anywhere. “You’re so wet, and all of this is for me?”

You nodded your head against the pillows, fighting the urge to close your eyes; Natasha liked it when you looked at her. “Just for you, I’m yours, just yours…” Carefully, you started to ride Natasha’s hand, grinding against her palm desperately for any type of relief. The surface was too flat, it was her, but not what you needed and it was getting borderline painful how needy you were.

Natasha only smirked, pleased with your admission, but all too smug about how little she had to do for you to be getting off so wantonly on her open hand. Normally she’d make a show of it, make you wait until you cried out for her, but you’d had a long day so she relented. “Is this what you want?” Two fingers sunk into you humiliatingly easily, stretching your hot sex with an expert touch. Her satisfaction grew with the sound of your moan, settling into a steady pace with her thrusts. “Did you like it earlier when I came to save you?” The reactive clench around her digits was a good enough answer for her. When she curled them, your body curled with them back arching as she hit the spot you never managed to hit yourself. “Do you know why I did that?”

“N-No-” Of course Natasha knew how much you’d enjoyed her little show of possession earlier, one twitch of your jaw and she knew what was going on with you. Being known so intimately down to your very core sent a shiver down your spine and you were dangerously close to losing it now. Your hips moved in time with her hand, yearning for the high you’d tried unsuccessfully to chase on your own.

“Because you’re mine.” She maneuvered you both so that you were straddling one of her thighs, sinking deeper onto her offered fingers. Far beyond caring, your forearms settled on either side of her, close enough to breathe each other’s air while you rocked yourself back in earnest. “And I always take care of my things, don’t I?” The question was punctuated with a kiss to the corner of your open mouth, “I’m the only one who gets to see or touch you like this, I’ll make sure of it.”

Carefully chosen words brought you unknowingly higher, Natasha whispering things you were sure you’d only expressed in your wildest dreams. You rocked forward against the base of her wrist fruitlessly for any type of friction, whining at the lack of pressure. She’d been so giving tonight, surely she wouldn’t deny you just one more thing, “Nat.. Nat.. Tasha, I need-” You tried to explain what your voice couldn’t with a particularly obvious movement into her hand and Natasha’s low chuckle in your ear told you she was already well aware of your needs. “Please?”

A devious thumb made its way to your sorely neglected clit, positioning it just so. Somehow Natasha made sense of your frantic actions, pistoning her hand in time with you. “There you go, take what you need. I’m the only person who can do this for you, aren’t I?” Strained noises of agreement were music to Natasha’s ears, her lips trailing down your neck to mark you further lest you forget for a moment you’re hers alone. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. I want to see you.” Your legs clamped vice tight around hers, ass pressed against her thigh as it propped you from wiggling too far away from her.

The sensations were going to be the death of you, filled with Natasha, mouth latched to that perfect spot in the hollow behind your ear, her free arm slung around your waist to make certain you didn’t stop riding her. You were so close, chasing your high with what Natasha would remember as a whorish moan. Eventually you came with a screaming cry of her name, back arching into her prone form because in some tactical way, she could still be in full control while she laid under you.

When you finally came down, you let your top half sink, arms limp as your head fell onto her chest. Her fingers left as carefully as they could, but still you whined, more from the sudden emptiness than any pain. You felt blissfully numb, sleep already threatening at the edges of your consciousness. “Thank you, Tasha… for protecting me and also.. yeah.” Already hot cheeks burned at your sudden salacious display, but Natasha craned her neck to press a kiss to your messy hair and you let your words float away.

“You only ever have to ask, sweetheart… I’m sorry I left you all alone today.” She spoke softly to preserve the moment, pulling the blanket tighter over you before you could even possibly start to get cold. But you were already gone, drifting away to dreamland and tucked safely in Natasha’s arms. Safe and sound as always.

[maximotts]

Possessive!Taylor Sloane while reader and Taylor are on a party some guys come to flirt with reader and Taylor gets jealous and tells her "i didn't like the way they were looking at you." + Doggy style

a/n: look at me, actually posting a Taylor fic! This a combined request for a brat!Taylor and a jealous Taylor with a possessive streak from my Kinktober so I hope that it fulfilled both of your ideas haha except I subbed the fucking from behind with face sitting because I just wanted to? The ending is a little sudden, but I just.. really wanted to get this out so uhhh

warnings: 18+, minors DNI; smut; men being flirty (ew); strap-on usage (r giving); face riding (r giving); R calls Taylor a slut once, but like, mockingly; pet names (baby, sweetheart); semi-clothed sex; possession

words: 3.4K

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You hated parties so much. Taylor teased you about being somewhat of a hermit, but compared to her overly-exposed lifestyle, anyone would look reclusive. It wasn’t even that you didn’t enjoy talking to people necessarily, it was just the fakeness of these influencer parties where someone’s worth is mostly determined by their follower count and rates of interaction that you couldn’t stand. If it was just you, there wasn’t a chance you’d ever receive an invite to this get together and even less of a chance you’d show up if somehow offered. But your girlfriend was Taylor Sloane and that meant sucking it up every once in a while to show your face and get pulled into pictures.

It bothered you to your core watching Taylor smoothly talk her way through crowds of people, other guests and party crashers clamoring for the opportunity to talk to her. She was nothing more than a far off commodity to them, a way to advertise their product or a promotional boost and everyone knew it, Taylor most of all. Nights in were filled with scrolling her notifications and mocking the ones who were so blatantly trying to use her for their own gain it was embarrassing. Still, she went to these functions, for the extra money just showing up brought her mostly, and this time she managed to drag you along. Your routine consisted of finding a silent place to hang out, counting down the minutes until you could go home while you texted your friends in between snapping pictures with clone copied instagrammers. It wasn’t ideal, but you made do with the free food at least. As if there was a personal fuck you from the universe tonight, the cramped pop-up shop had no place to hide out, but by the time you figured it out, Taylor had already fled from your side. Begrudgingly, you found a spot at the bar and ordered some one-night only exclusive drink and began your typical mindless scan of the room.

You’d successfully survived for a few hours, three drinks in and a pleasant buzz filling your brain, you watched Taylor from across the room with a lazy smile. The dress she wore was short and flowy, stylish, but not the loudest in the place. If Taylor could read your mind, she would have blushed, but the thought of beckoning her over just to fuck her right over this overpriced reclaimed wood bar counter just would not leave you alone.

“Hey, ‘you liking the party so far?” Talking was the last thing you wanted right now. You forced your eyes away from your girlfriend to look at the two men who dared interrupt your fantasies, meeting their eyes with an annoyed stare. They introduced themselves without prompting and after a moment’s silence, you realized they were genuinely expecting a response so, mumbling your own name, you turned back to your drink. “I’m trying not to be like everyone else in this place so, instead of your social media— can we get your number, pretty girl?”

The nickname took you back, nearly falling over in your bar stool. “Yeah no, sorry. I’m not looking.” Swiveling away from them should’ve been a good enough indicator, but whether it was the alcohol or his misplaced cockiness, the taller of the two tried again. He slid into place in front of you again, quickly grabbing the bartender to order another of what you were drinking for himself. Great, he wasn’t planning on leaving for a while. Just what you wanted tonight.

Across the party, Taylor had grown tired of smiling incessantly for everyone who looked her way. More than ready to go home, she sought you out, asking around for your whereabouts. Finally someone pointed you out as “the one with that guy over there” and what she saw made her vision go green. That guy, whoever he was, was far too close to you for her liking, nursing his drink with a smarmy smile that left Taylor fighting the urge to let loose her rage for everyone to see.

But no, she was better than that and she had a reputation to uphold. Some unknown wasn’t going to ruin her public persona; she’d just have to deal with this herself. Stalking over to where you were miserable, she wrapped her arms over your shoulders, leaning into the crook of your neck. “I’m sorry I left you, babe. Did you do alright?”

“Mostly, yeah. You?” You grumbled, turning your head to press a quick kiss to her cheek. The second your eyes closed was long enough for Taylor to shoot a warning glare at the man across from you and as it dawned on you just who you were with, he gulped the rest of his drink down hard.

“It was alright. A lot of people where they shouldn’t be though.” Her gaze never left the poor man’s while she spoke, words clearly pointed at him. She only let up to nose into your hair, pulling you into her until your back was flush against her front. To anyone else Taylor looked like an affectionate girlfriend, an appropriate amount of PDA for this time of night at a party, but you knew what was really happening. You fought back a smile as you brought your hand to cup her face, running your thumb over her cheek as silent reassurance.

“I think it’s about time we headed home then, hm?” Taylor nodded, but didn’t release you, waiting for you to stand so she could grab onto your hand in both of hers. Draining your drink, you cast one last pitying look at the now silent man next to you before leading your girlfriend safely away from the possibility of causing a scene.

The uber home was hilariously quiet, Taylor choosing the middle seat just so she could lean over and hug your arm. The scowl on her face was prominent, but she kept her thoughts to herself, stewing silently. You said nothing either, getting probably too much joy from seeing the blonde’s jealousy rear its head again. It wasn’t often, but when it came to the surface, she rivaled a spoiled child with the depths of her pouty attitudes.

“You look very pretty tonight.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, a comment only for her to hear as you pressed kisses into the crown of her head. Funny as it was, you never wanted Taylor to worry that you had eyes for anyone else but her. She relaxed a little with the attention, but still when you got home, she was all slammed doors and heavy clattering.

It was only when she donned her pajamas, some silk sleep dress from yet another brand looking for promotion, that she spoke. “I don’t like the way he was looking at you.”

“Oh? Is someone jealous?” You sat on the edge of the bed in your own sleepwear, watching her pace back and forth in front of you. She was so cute when she started overthinking, but while your head filled once more with thoughts of your girlfriend bent over the nearest surface, Taylor had other plans.

She straddled you before you could register her closing the distance and she was in your face, anger etched on her features. “I don’t get jealous,” Her hands trailed over the front of your shirt, fiddling with the fabric, eyebrows knit together so furiously you thought she might develop wrinkles right then and there. “I just… didn’t like seeing you with someone else.”

You wrapped your arms lazily around her, forearms resting on her upper thighs. “Well, he did have really pretty eyes. Nice to look at.”

It was a joke of course, but Taylor wasn’t in the mood for those. Perfectly manicured nail dug into your shoulders until you were hissing and her mouth collided with yours in a fervor. “You know it makes me look bad when you act out like that?” Her fists balled your shirt, tugging you forward until you were chest to chest. Taking control wasn’t typically her thing, but you had to admit it was hot seeing her try.

“Or do you just not care that you’re making me look like an oblivious girlfriend?” She bit your lip much harder than she needed to, her aggression obvious with her blood draw.

“If you must know, that guy interrupted my plan to get you over the counter so I could fuck you senseless.” You spoke through your kisses, neither one willing to give up control, “How would that look, huh? You want everyone to know you’re a possessive little slut that can’t handle me talking to anyone else?” The harsh words had Taylor clenching around nothing, groaning and bucking her hips just enough to feel her pushing. Taylor’s weakness for a bit of degradation was a little known fact, something you’d discovered by accident one day when you were having a minor argument. You’d watched her face heat up after you’d playfully called her dumb and ever since, you knew her knees would give out whenever you chose to be mean.“Oh you do like that?”

Taylor didn’t respond, still rocking her hips over your lap to find any friction. To her surprise, she found it in the form of a solid bump under your shorts, but without hesitation she focused on that one area. You let her have her fun for a few moments, watching her shamelessly rub herself over your clothed strap on and knowing it’d never be enough to do anything besides drive her further up the wall. “You’re the worst, but you could always fuck me to make up for it.”

You scoffed, letting your mouth trail down her neck in a series of open mouth kisses that left Taylor gasping. “Baby, you’re the one who needs to make up for being a sensitive brat.”

Teeth sunk into the blonde’s slim shoulder and she started to grind with purpose, impatient and irritated by your smugness. “It’s not very nice to let your girlfriend feel unloved, you know.” She pushed you back with a surprising amount of force, your upper half falling to the bed with a shocked oof. “I don’t ask for much, I don’t think..” Taylor’s hands found the hem of your pants with expert skill, pulling them down easily to your knees and exposing the toy harnessed at your hips. She stared down at it with a longing pout, but you could feel her hot core resting on your thigh and when you teased her with a flex of the muscle, she squeaked. “All I want is to have you to myself.”

“Aw baby,” Slowly you reached out for her, thankful that she let you grab her hips and guide her forward. Vulnerability was never Taylor’s strong suit, much more preferring to pretend everything was okay even when she so clearly was not. Usually it was a challenge to uncover what was bothering her and even then, it was nearly impossible to talk to her about it. Thankfully you knew when and how to take action and Taylor was forever grateful for you doing so. You nudged her panties out of the way with ease, letting two fingers glide over her, watching her shudder. “When I say this is all mine,” Sure fingers cupped her sex, thumb skating over the smoothness of Taylor’s lower stomach, “that comes with the guarantee I’m all yours.”

As you parted her folds, exposing the silky heat of her center, you groaned and slid back and forth until she was rocking into you. “No one else gets to have me like this, on my back and caring for you alone. You’re my world, Taylor.” Suddenly, just to throw her off, you plunged a finger past her entrance only to immediately pull out, if only to watch her ask for more. “You’ve been pretty whiny tonight, baby… full of jealousy and trying to take control when you know full well that’s not your job.” She was trying to wiggle around, wanting to rub against the base of the strap for any bit of friction, but your grip on her hip kept it just out of reach and just still enough to keep her in place for your teasing touches. It wasn’t enough, you were well aware, but between shamelessly trying to get off both in your lap and now straddling you, her neediness was just too sweet. “Do you want to ride me, is that it? Need me to prove I only want you?”

Taylor nodded, her hair a flurry of blonde over her shoulders and down her back. “Yes, always..” She slipped the thin straps of her nightgown down, letting the expensive fabric pool at her hips; every time you saw her you swore you’d somehow landed an angel. With her glowing, flushed skin and pretty curves, you’d long since been convinced she was actually an ethereal being in disguise. In your awe, your grasp let up just enough for Taylor to maneuver over the toy she wanted so badly. She lowered herself on it slowly, taking pride in how firmly your eyes were glued to only her as she sat, adjusting to the thickness with an added burst of a pleasurable stretched pain. “Take me, remind me that I’m yours.”

It was meant as a demand, but you didn’t miss the hint of uncertainty behind it, as if you’d ever deny she was the only one you’d ever want. “Have I ever mentioned how much it turns me on when you want me to fuck you until you feel completely and utterly owned?” Taylor shook her head, starting to move her hips once she adjusted, riding you with a steady rhythm, “Well, just so you know, it’s one of my favorite sights in the world.” When you bucked into her, she nearly fell forward with how good it felt, the drag of the toy setting her sensitive walls ablaze. Strong hands guided her in time with your thrusts and soon she was moaning loud enough that you were sure any passersby would hear her through your open bedroom window. “You want everyone to know how good you’re getting fucked right now, go on, tell the whole street just who you belong to.”

Her next noises cried out a mixture of pleases and your name, strung together as a near desperate plea. You let her take what she needed, shifting just so to hit her favorite angle, “Yes- there!” Her pace sped up as the coil in her abdomen tightened almost painfully, relishing in the harsh grip on her hips sure to leave bruises on the next day, the filthy things you relayed to her while she tried oh so hard not to prolong just how good she felt right now. “Don’t stop- please—” Her own fingers traveled between her legs, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles while she rode your hips.

Pert breasts bounced in time with your thrusts, clipped sounds straining her throat and that, combined with the wicked way got herself off in front of you on both her fingers and your strap, made for a better show than you could’ve ever dreamed. “That’s my girl, you look so pretty taking what’s yours.” The flat of your palm smacked the swell of her ass in rapid succession, Taylor stuttering incoherently as she struggled to stay upright above you. She was always so precious to you like this; any time she could let her guard down and let you truly see her was special and you relished in being the only one who could get her like that. “Cum for me, be a good girl and show me who I belong to.” She came with a strangled moan, finally letting herself settle fully on top of you while she recovered. Her breathing was heavy, your own breezing over her collarbones; the two of you taking a minute to recover was always a reluctant break.

“Never talk to anyone else like that again or I’ll end both of you.” Her voice was serious, her eyes warning you she meant what she’d said wholeheartedly. Your lips parted to reassure her, but she stuck her fingers past them before you could, her digits wet with her warm slick. It was instinctive how you moaned around her, licking her clean while she watched with pleased satisfaction, “Do we have an understanding?”

You nodded, letting go of her fingers with a wet pop. “You’ve got me quite literally wrapped around your fingers, Tay. Don’t be a brat.” As your arms traveled up her legs, you gripped her thighs, yanking her off of the silicone toy quickly enough to leave her clenching around nothing. The urge to taste her grew feral with the bit she’d allowed you to have from her fingers; you needed more. “Now you’ve got what you wanted, you’re going to ride my face and cum for me again, sweetheart.” Taylor yelped as you dragged her forwards until you were face to face with her already soaked cunt, pink and swollen from earlier. “Hang onto the headboard and you’d better let me hear you.”

She obeyed immediately, much to your surprise, and she lowered herself until you stopped her just an inch from your mouth. “Ah ah, first— who’s the only one allowed to sit here?”

Taylor looked blankly for a moment, mind clouded with lust, until she found the answer she knew you were looking for, “Me. It’s just me, so let me have it.” She tried again, ready to feel your mouth on her, but now out of spite you made her wait just a second longer.

“So eager for me to eat out your drenched little cunt.” Your tongue licked a stripe along the length of her and you looked up to see Taylor fighting the urge to grab your hair so soon, “You’re right though. You’re the only one I want, so sweet and always so wet for me…” Pulling her hips down with a purposefully rough yank, you started to devour her. She was always delightfully sensitive, but after an orgasm she reacted to everything. Each touch, each prod sent her flying to the edge with an intensity that had her seeing stars.

Soft lips wrapped around her clit, sucking until you were pretty sure Taylor was crying, “Y-You can’t— not yet.” You gave her a reprieve, more intent on driving her as wild as you could until her eyes crossed. Of course Taylor didn’t want to cum so soon, her guilty pleasure being the way she could so perfectly rut against your face, fucking herself open on your tongue. It didn’t take long for you to give her just that, the thick muscle pushing in and out of her as she gripped onto the wire bars of the headboard for dear life. “Just like that..! Oh god, yes, fuck…You'd better not move away.”

You’d long since given up trying to hold her still; you’d much rather see her lose herself over you alone. Taylor Sloane was a bit of a selfish lover and, while it maybe should have bothered you sometimes, you’d been willing to put up with it the first time you’d ever seen her come apart under your touch. You were truly and utterly hooked with no regrets, even as she practically smothered you in chasing after her second orgasm of the night. Blunt nails dug into the soft flesh of her thighs and Taylor groaned, bumping the tip of your nose into her oversensitive clit. She was close, you could tell, her hips jerking frantically as she lost control.

“I-I’m gonna.. I’m yours, I promise— oh, I’m gonna cum!” It was a gratuitous curl of your tongue that did her in and she was soaking your mouth and chin, her knees going weak and her body heavy. Cruelly, you only let her go once you were finished licking up the evidence of her pleasure, her speech devolving into a pitiful set of whimpers by the time you rolled her over to rest on the mattress.

Exhausted arms reached out for you and you let her curl into your chest as she held you as tight as her tired muscles would let her. “I hope you know I truly only want you. Always, that’s it.” She nodded slowly, clearly not wanting to talk about it anymore. Maybe you’d talk about it tomorrow or maybe she’d wake up and pretend it never happened, you never knew with Taylor, but you’d gotten some acknowledgement that she knew how you felt and that was good enough for tonight. “I love you, Taylor.”

“I love you too,” Green eyes finally looked at you and their sincerity warmed your heart to a painful heat. Her lips met yours with a mutual softness and the two of you only parted when you neared lightheadedness; she was addictive and you nearly kissed her again, but her eyes were fluttering closed, so you settled for peppering her face with light pecks of affection. Taylor laid her head on you, unguarded and honest as she let herself fall asleep on you while you gently played with her hair in the quiet of your bedroom.

[maximotts]

𝕸𝖔𝖙𝖙𝖘' 𝕶𝖎𝖓𝖐𝖙𝖔𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐

That's right, we're coming into my favorite time of year again, spooky season! And just like last year, I'll be hosting a Kinktober event! I want to make it easier on myself this year, so I'll be limiting the number of requests I choose to fill as well as taking them early to get a head start before October rolls around. The submission period for requests is: today, Sept. 3 through Friday, Sept. 16 If you're new to Kinktober or would like a refresher, this is a month-long event where you can send in requests for any character or AU I write (or one you'd like to see me write) and pick one or two kinks you want your idea to feature! If you're unsure of kinks, I found two prompt lists here and here for y'all to go off of if you're stumped, but feel free to let your creativity run wild! I do have themes for each week titled after some of my favorite horror films as you'll see below and I'll place requests I choose in the week I think fits best. Additionally, I have a few longer fics I'm planning to publish in October so those along with your requests will be put in the masterlist! October 2022's weekly themes are!

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝟏 ♱ 𝑴𝒂𝒎𝒂

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝟐 ♱ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒐𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒘

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝟑 ♱ 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆

𝓦𝓮𝓮𝓴 𝟒 ♱ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝑴𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑫𝒐 𝑰𝒕

[maximotts]

Idk if this is how u send requests but soft!daddy Jane banner edging a needy r 👀

a/n: ahaha... aha HA this was a long time coming obviously!! And it's not even super long so I don't even have any excuse uh.. enjoy daddy Jane

warnings: 18+ only, minors DNI; smut; edging (r receiving); daddy kink; couch sex; softish!top Jane; I think that's it...?

words: 2K

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Sitting in Jane’s lap was supposed to be the most comfortable place in the world, and it was, always. She never failed to make you feel safe and secure every moment she was around. There was never any question of how much she’d protect you; she’d give you the world if you wanted it. And so, whenever she asked, you gave her the same.

“Did you want me to stop, sweetheart?”

“No! Don’t stop, but-” Your stomach was clenched impossibly tight, had been for what felt like days with how your abdomen struggled to stay taught. Jane wanted you to sit on her lap, innocent enough; she loved being as close as possible to you in the evenings, especially cold nights such as this, so you thought nothing of it. But eventually, midway through some movie you’d never heard of before, Jane’s hands slipped down your shorts. They didn’t leave much to the imagination, really, thin and lightweight and completely impractical for the slight chill that ran through the air. Jane had a habit of being touchy, holding and caressing you any time the two of you sat close, and you didn’t mind. It made you feel wanted, so that even without conversation, she still had you on her mind.

Initially you just sighed happily, the warmth of her hands setting your goosebumped skin alight. But now she’d spent the better part of an hour teasing you, threatening to pull aside your panties with promising slips under the garment and deft hands going around where you wanted them. You’d waited the whole time for when she’d actually touch you, but she never did. “But what? What is it?” Her question was so casual it made your brows furrow, irritated with how much pleasure she got from driving you wild.

Your hips tried to buck into her hand, but she pulled back, leaving you to whine into the air. “Jane, don’t—” But she just shushed your protests, calming you by nudging the last obtrusive layer out of the way. Her fingers met your bare cunt and once again you rose into her; this time she let you. “Touch me?”

“I am touching you.” When you chanced a glance up, you found her gaze wasn’t on you at all. She was still intently watching the television. You wanted to be mad, to demand she focus on you instead, but then she was circling your clit and your train of thought was gone forever. Her free hand guided your legs further apart, allowing her free access at will. A particularly perfect stroke forced a whine past your lips and Jane, cruel as she was being, moved away. “Hush, this is my favorite part.”

You nodded, biting your lip to keep quiet, but then thin fingers were dragging their away along the length of your sex, gathering the wetness they’d caused. Right as you were about to break your vow of silence, they finally pressed against your entrance, plunging two fingers deep amidst the sound of a strangled moan. The stretch burned; you whined and wiggled, your tight walls struggling to adjust when Jane was already moving, sliding in and out as if you weren’t just barely keeping up as it was. “P-Please..” Pain was already dissolving into pleasure, the slow drag of her digits each time she pulled out blinding you from any lingering discomfort.

She’d teased so much already, forcing you to endure this film, all the while working you up impossibly slowly for her own amusement. You figured she just wanted to take her time with you; it was rare you got a whole evening to yourselves without any work or fatigue and naturally, you enjoyed the attention. Jane always had a way with you, perfectly calculated touches each time she approached you. There was never a time she didn’t know exactly what you needed— it was whether or not she was going to give it to you that you had to worry about. Tonight it looked like she was firmly set on denying you anything that may throw you over the edge. She was fucking into you methodically, just enough to pull you to that delicious edge, but never hitting that one spot that you both knew would send you flying in an instant.

“You’re doing so well for me, baby. Sitting so pretty while I watch this.” Approval ran thick through Jane’s words, but you could only answer her with a pleading groan. Strained as you were, you loved to make her happy. Jane could force you to run through the muddy woods at night with the promise of her proud smile once you’d finished. You’d endure anything for her; she knew this, as did you. So, as much as you wanted to reach your hand between your legs and rub yourself to your own high, you wouldn’t. She’d let you, of course, but it wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as what she did to you and there was no chance of Jane indulging you if you disobeyed.

That didn’t mean it was easy though. Every push of her fingers threatened to be your undoing, fists gripping Jane’s thighs for any bit of leverage. “Jane.. I need more.” Jane mumbled incoherently, kissing your cheek sweetly before finally looking down at you. God, you wanted to keep her eyes on you; there was nothing better than having her focus set squarely on you, like nothing could ever possibly tear her away.

She smiled something mischievous, her eyes betraying her trickery. “Oh?” Her hand picked up its pace suddenly, spearing you on the fingers that had you so blissfully split open. You felt like you were going to jelly, body molding against her slightly reclined one even further than you already were. “You asked me to touch you and I did. Now you want more? So greedy.” It felt so good, fingers and toes curling as your end neared. Your eyes screwed shut and you could just barely see the stars behind your lids when she ripped away, leaving you empty and dissatisfied. Jane watched every muscle in your body go rigid, just for a second, ready for the orgasm it wanted; the control you allowed her to wield over you, the trust you gave her to take care of you… she was a woman obsessed.

“Please daddy? Fuck me?” You arched into the hand now just resting atop you, pouting when it didn’t move. Following the motion of your hips with no pressure whatsoever, she moved along the length of you like one would tap against a desk and you groaned feeling yourself grow wetter with the torment. “I’ll be quiet.”

“Hmm…” Jane tightened her arm about your waist, pulling you higher up her own body just to reach you better. From this angle she could fuck you deeper, hold you closer, all with the perfect view of what she was doing to you. It wasn’t hard to bring you to the edge again, twisting and turning in her arms fruitlessly. She slowed again, but didn’t pull out this time, keeping her fingers buried where you were clenching weakly around you while your panting breaths echoed throughout the living room. Anyone could’ve been able to tell you were struggling to stay quiet; she wouldn’t be surprised if she had to patch up your surely bloody lip later. “Be a good girl and let daddy play while I finish this up.”

She was clearly talking about the movie; by your estimate you had about 20 minutes to go, but her comment wasn’t a question. The choice to comply was yours, but why would you ever deny her? Jane was moving before you nodded your head, resting it in the crook of her neck and hoping the smell of her could ground you long enough to last. She was relentless, manipulating you expertly over and over, each time stopping just in time to keep you away from what was now a much needed orgasm. “I-I can’t… I need to cum…”

The blonde sighed, her eyes snapping to yours with a disappointed frown twisting her lips. “You’re just asking for everything tonight, aren’t you?” A firm but gentle hand found your head, petting your hair to soothe you as if it would do anything to quell the burning ache consuming your entire being. Wounded eyes stared back up at her, begging for her approval— you tried so hard for her, it was always hard not to give in. “We’ll see.”

A string of expletives left your mouth as she went in again; you’d lost count of how many times it’d been now. Every bit of your focus went into holding back, the tightness in your abdomen felt like it was threatening to swallow you from the inside out, borderline cramping. “Please, please.. just once?” Jane didn’t respond to you past a hum, pretending to consider your bargain. If your arms would work, maybe you would’ve grabbed her chin and forced her to look at you; you needed her attention just as much as you needed your release.

“Not yet.” The simple response came with a curl of her fingers and it was a miracle you didn’t come apart right there. She alone could reach that spot that made you feel like you were soaring above the clouds. Try as you might, you were growing weak. You held back as many as you could on your own and if she kept going, you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop it. “Isn’t this what you wanted, baby? Why are you whining?”

You hadn’t even realized you were making noise still until she called you out on it, a dark chuckle erupting from her chest. Jane gave you exactly what you wanted, true, but she made it agonizing. Your shorts and panties were ruined, surely soaking through to Jane’s own pants, and the lewd sounds of sex nearly overpowered the movie’s low volume; maybe you’d have even a hint of embarrassment with your dishelved state if your head wasn’t so foggy. If she denied you again for forgetting to be quiet, you’d rage. Tears fell from your eyes as you fought against your own body, the base of Jane’s palm now angled to rub against your painfully swollen clit; you couldn’t, you wanted to, but you couldn’t— “I’m s-sorry, I need to cum.. please, daddy… I can’t…!”

Jane tugged on your hair, just hard enough to make you look at her, blown pupils taking in the smug satisfaction your girlfriend had plastered all over her face. “Cum for me, sweetheart.” Whether you were able to wait for her or you broke in the same second she gave you permission, you didn’t know, but it didn’t matter. Wave after wave of pleasure hit you, overwhelming every sense you had, back arching impossibly hard away from the woman holding you securely. She fucked you lazily through your orgasm, only stopping when your hand weakly batted hers away, her touches turning painful. “You did so well, my darling girl, I’m so proud.”

Nodding was all you could manage, even that proving a struggle as your entire body screamed to stay still. “That was unnecessarily mean..” you chuckled, turning over with her help to snuggle into her. Jane laughed along with you, kissing every part of your face she could reach.

At some point, she must’ve dragged the blanket resting over the back of the couch, shielding your quickly chilling body from the air. “You haven’t even seen me mean yet. I let you cum this time.”