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Hello. Can I request a fic where g!p nat is fucking R so damn good and hard and one of their kids hears R's scream at night wherein the said kid started banging the door asking if mommy R is alright and if daddy nat is hurting R. 😭
WARNINGS: smut! Nat has a dick, oral (Natasha receiving), fingering (reader receiving), hair pulling (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, fluff at the end ;)
WORDS: 1,753
PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x milfy reader
A/N: whoever wrote this request needs a hug, and like multiple kisses on the face fr. also the poor child 💀
It was around 1 in the morning, and you and Natasha had just put the children to bed, cleaned up the kitchen, and gone back into the bedroom.
It wasn’t too hot outside, but the fan was kept on, keeping a cool breeze in the air. The moon’s glow was covered by stormy clouds, it was going to rain soon. The ex-assassin sat up in bed, awaiting you, her wife to come back to bed.
Could you please make a fic of Wanda and reader. Vision kisses Wanda even though they are broken up. Reader punches Vision and Wanda proves to reader she only loves the reader. Smut at the end bd happy ending please
Summary: Vision doesn’t take the sight of you on his ex girlfriend’s arm very well. What was supposed to be a night of Wanda proudly showing off her lovely girlfriend turned into a night that almost broke the both of you. But Wanda isn’t one to let you get away so easily.
Warnings: Toxic!Wanda, jealous!Wanda, possessive!Wanda, alcohol use, mentions of cheating but not really (it’s a misunderstanding), top!Wanda, bottom!Reader, fingering, strap on use (all r receiving), magic strap, also cum strap with a tiny bit of a breeding kink…
A/N: This doesn’t 100% follow your prompt, anon, but it’s pretty darn close! Also ha… don’t know what came over me with the smut oops. I just really love writing toxic Wanda railing reader I guess….
Summary: After missing a few notes during rehearsals, you have to prove once again to your Maestro that you still deserve a chance.
Warnings: +18, Minors DNI!, smut, nat has a penis, loss of virginity, groping, overstimulation, rough sex, pet names, a bit of manipulation, light choking, unprotected sex, praising, abuse of authority, infidelity, age gap.
Word count: 6.2k
a/n: here’s part two for all you horny people. also; comment if you want to be tagged in the next part <3 ✰ series masterlist, main masterlist
pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader
chapter ten | chapter eleven: (didn’t choose the) midnight rain
chapter summary: while most people would have to be dragged back down to reality from their fantasies, you’d gotten enough of that. so you step down to reality yourself.
warnings: fluff; more natasha and reader fluff, billy being a big drunk baby, wanda being a sweetheart. angst; cheating, a little anxiety (if you squint), minimal guilt.
a/n: look at me posting twice in one week. who would’ve thought i’ll ever be capable of doing such thing! also, the series is ending which makes me sad a bit. we’re a few chapters away!
pairing: professor!natasha romanoff x collegestudent!reader
series summary: your professor hated you. you hated her. but what was once such a simple relationship full of hate and anger, became much much complicated when it became full of love, and pining, and what ifs. especially when you fell in love with her while dating her son.
warnings: smut (minors, please do not interact); dom!natasha and sub!reader; mommy kink | choking | very very light (and barely perceptible) voyeurism | very very light bdsm (tying, slapping) | degradation | praise | semi-public sex. curse words, fighting, severe parental issues, cheating, jealousy, possessiveness.
trope: angst, pining, enemies to lovers, forbidden love
I’ve been hearing from multiple people that their older blogs are being forced into the beta editor with no access to legacy – it seems like Tumblr is beginning to actively phase it out. So this is another reminder to the RPC to please go ahead and familiarize yourself with the beta editor and the trim reblogs extension. You are going to be forced into it sooner rather than later, and many of your partners are going to be stuck on the new system – continuing to use the legacy editor exclusively will actively create issues for them. Switching now will make the transition easier on everyone.
This is not the end of the world. The beta editor is not nearly as bad as you’ve heard (most people I know who’ve made the switch have come to prefer it), and there will only be a brief learning curve. You can find my guide posts about the beta editor and trim reblogs here, and I’m happy to answer any questions about it that you may have.
Summary: Natasha comes back from a mission and walks into something unexpected 18+ filthy, dirty smut
The smell of alcohol is eminent the moment Natasha enters the compound, making her alert as she slipped off her coat, throwing her bag on a random surface.
The scent wasn’t exactly what alerted her, the team was filled with people (and a God) who loved to drink for every occasion afterall, but it made her feel uneasy because she knows for a fact that you don’t drink and you were supposed to be the only Avenger left in the compound for the entire week. So what was it? Did you have someone over? A friend? You’ve never invited someone before. Who was it? Was it a woman?–
A sudden rush of footsteps and arms slinging around her waist made Natasha’s thoughts come to a halt.
“Nat, baby!– hic, You’re back!”
Natasha stood frozen, unable to react as you invited yourself in her arms, her breath hitching as you bury your head into the curve of her neck, “You always smell so good.” You husk into her ear, sultry and mischievous, nimble fingers tracing circles on her back.
What the fuck?
She quickly surveys the living room and she sighs in relief, there were no intruders in sight, no other people– no other women. But another question lingers, why were you drunk out of your mind?
“What are you doing, sweetheart?” She asked, taken aback by your sudden boldness. Your usual sweet, shy and goody-two-shoes demeanor was nowhere to be seen. It was as if you’ve become another person.
“Nothin’” You answered nonchalantly, giggling mindlessly, the scent of whiskey lingering on your lips as you propped your cleavage against her chest. “Wanna have a drink with me, Natty?” You offered innocently but the sly expression on your face made her question what your true intentions were.
She shakes her head gently, detaching herself from you. “I think you’ve had too much to drink, detka.” Swiftly, she takes the glass of whiskey on your hand.
“Come on, you’re no fun! Just one drink, please?”
She knows she shouldn’t do this no matter how much she likes you. You were drunk and she shouldn’t take advantage of you–
You tug on jacket, a pout makes it way on your lips, your eyes glistening with hope, rendering her unable to think.
“Please, Natty?” Oh she’s a goner.
Before she knew it, you were dragging her to the living room and pushing her back against the couch.
She sits back with an amused expression as you make your way across the room, a dopey grin spread on your face as you came back with another glass and a new bottle of whiskey in hand.
She clicks her tongue, eyes darkening as it travels from the plump of your lips and your flushed breasts, to your supple thighs barely covered by that flimsy skirt. It’s pretty. Was it a new? She’d never seen this pair before. It’s a good thing you were both alone. That skirt barely covers anything. You shouldn’t wear those kinds of things around others. A cute and innocent thing like you would get easily taken advantage of by others.
The loud pop from the bottle brings her back to reality. She hastily tears her eyes away from your cleavage to pretend to stare at the floor. Your shaky hands pour the liquid from the bottle, eyebrows furrowed in utter concentration.
“S’ done!” You slur, proudly showing her the glass as if it were your greatest work in life.
She chuckles softly, “Alright. C'mere detka. Let me have a drink.”
Slowly, you make your way from across the table. Your hands extend to give her the glass but then you stop. You don’t give her the glass, you keep it in your hands, leaving Natasha confused.
Natasha could feel her heart hammering as you drew closer. The air in between you grows heavy as you place yourself on her lap, your lips only inches away from hers.
She watches as you take a shot of the drink, liquid dripping from the side of your lips and down to the nape of your neck. Tilting your head, your thumb parts her lips as you pulled her in for a kiss. She feels the burn on her tongue as whiskey flooded her taste buds.
It catches her off but Natasha is quick to regain control as rough hands grip both sides of your thighs, pulling your body flush into hers. She savors the sweet aftertaste of your lips and your little mewls as her tongue explores you. She smirks, feeling you squirm and grow needy on her lap, humping against her thighs like the desperate little thing you were.
Neither of you pulled away even with the lack of oxygen, purely fueled by your desire and yearning for each other. You pulled away panting, a string of saliva connecting your lips. A mixture of red formed on Natasha’s cheeks, though you weren’t sure if it was from the alcohol or the kiss or both. Her lips were swollen, your lipstick painted on the corners of her mouth, her eyes slightly covered with tousled locks.
“Блядь. That was amazing, doll.” She pants, her thumb tracing over your lips. You lean in, a soft smile on your face as her eyes stare into yours. Your lips part to slip her thumb into your mouth, humming at its saltiness. You can feel her gaze darkening from beneath you.
You release her thumb with a pop, a sudden look of surprise in your eyes.
“What’s so funny, dorogoy?” Natasha raises a brow as she hears you stifle a giggle from behind her ear.
“Oh nothing,” you bite your lip to prevent laughter, index finger tracing circles on her chest. Suddenly, it’s direction takes a turn, running down her abdomen and slowly onto her jeans. “I feel something poking me, right here.” She sucks her breath in as your small hand squeezes around her bulge.
A sly smile tugs on your lips as she hisses, her cock throbbing under your touch. Fuck, you were driving her crazy. She stares into your eyes and there’s a look of wonder and innocence she didn’t quite expect from this situation. She feels her heart soften, you were still her sweet girl afterall.
“You curious, angel? You wanna see daddy’s cock?”
You nod eagerly. “Yes, Nat.”
“Call me daddy, sweetheart.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Good. Now on your knees, darling. Make daddy feel good.” You let her guide you to your knees, hands softly gripping the sides of your head. She unbuckles her belt, she throws it to the side and her cock springs out of her pants.
She held her big veiny cock in her hands, groaning as she pumped it slowly, precum continuously leaking out of her bulbous tip.
Your eyes widen in awe, it was so big. Even bigger than the ones in the videos. You clench your thighs together, you felt the familiar heat in between your legs grow as her eyes stalked your every move like how a predator would do its prey. Her cock throbs in her hands as she rims her tip around your lips.
“What’s wrong, honey?” She could sense your hesitance.
“S’ big.” You whined.
“Oh, detka,” she chuckles, thumb caressing your soft cheeks. “You’ve never seen a cock as big as this?”
You shake your head.
“Never done this before.”
“It’s okay, angel. Daddy will guide you. Stick your tongue out,” You rolled your tongue out just as she told you, looking up at her for guidance. “Good girl, start by kissing daddy’s cock, hm?”
You follow her instructions diligently, giving her cock open mouthed kisses, the red of your lipstick staining her cock, making Natasha’s thighs stiffen from beneath you. “Just lick it like how you’d lick a lollipop, princess. You know how to do that right?” She breathes, gathering your locks into a fist.
You nod, giving her cock kitten licks before gathering the courage to fit her tip into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the slit, earning a groan from the older woman. “Just like that. Fuck, those pretty lips look so cute wrapped around my cock.”
She throws her head back, “Move your head up and down now, fuck,” She was barely holding back, the mere sight of her sweet girl down on her knees, so eager to take her cock was almost enough to make her cum on the spot and soil your pretty face. She wanted so badly to take that little mouth and fuck it until you were begging her to stop. But she couldn’t, she couldn’t afford to scare you away. Not when she’s been dreaming for this moment for so long.
You start bobbing your head like she told you, the taste of her arousal beginning to dumb you down. It was clear to Natasha that you were struggling to take her in. It sparked a feeling of smugness within her. “Is daddy’s cock too much for you, little one?” She cooed as you gagged around her dick.
You hum around her cock, tears brimming in your eyes. Everything suddenly felt overwhelming. You felt so full with Daddy’s cock in your mouth, your jaw aching from the stretch it took to accommodate for her size. “Take it slowly, c'mon, you can do it. Make daddy happy.” You nod, taking more of her length inside, not that you had any choice when her hands gripped the side of your head, forcing you to take her cock.
“Your mouth feels heavenly, darling,” she chocked, her tip hitting the back of your throat. A string of praises left her lips as she began slowly pumping her dick down your throat. “Oh fuck, I can’t take this anymore,” before you could ask her what she meant, her grip on your scalp suddenly tightened. You let out a muffled gasp as she bottomed her entire length down your throat. “I’m gonna fuck this throat baby, gonna fill it with my throat and claim you, yeah?”
She watched as you struggled to breathe, choking around for cock. You squirmed to be set free but Natasha kept you still. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Oh, I know it hurts but you need this,” She cooed, wiping your tears away as you sobbed, breathless as she continued her relentless assault on your little throat. “You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” A mixture of spit and arousal dripped down your chin and onto your cleavage, the sound of your gagging as you struggled to take her cock and her rough pants resonating through the walls.
“You’re making daddy so happy right now, angel. Letting daddy fuck this virgin throat, shaping it around my dick.”
“You love this, don’t you?” You violently shook your head, choking in a sob. That was a lie. You loved this. “Don’t fucking lie to me,” She growled, a harsh slap landing on your cheeks. “Bet you’re soaked from having your throat forcefully fucked. Fuckin’ bitch.”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ cum, shoot my load down your slutty throat– oh, fuck. You better swallow every fucking drop, got it?” She gripped your scalp, forcing you to look at her. “If I see even one drop wasted, I’m fucking your throat until you pass out.” You nodded submissively, wanting nothing more than to please her.
With one final thrust, she buried your head down her cock, your nose coming in contact with her abdomen as thick spurts of cum shot down your throat, filling you up to the brim. She spasms from underneath you, pumping in and out slowly to ride out her high. You gasp as she finally releases you from her grip, desperately gulping down her cum, not taking lightly of her threat, even going as far to lick the remaining cum left on her tip.
Natasha smiles at the sight, quick to pull you up as you doubled-down the floor, lightheaded from the throat fucking you’d received. “You alright, detka?” You nod. “You did so good, daddy’s proud of you.” You nuzzle up in her chest, heart welling up from the praise.
“Thank you, daddy.” You answer sweetly, so swept up in being in her arms that you don’t even notice her picking you up and bending you over the table.
“Let daddy return the favor,” she pulls your skirt up, eyes sparkling at the sight of your pink panties accompanied with little hearts. She shamelessly palms your ass, hiking your skirt further up your waist to further inspect your panties, earning a surprised squeal from you. “Nat!” You whine as you tried to get up.
She delivers a slap to your bottoms as a warning for you to remain silent, forcefully pushing you down the table once more. She buries her nose in your clothed pussy, leaving kisses around it as her index finger brushes over the hem of your panties. “You smell so fucking sweet,” She grunts, pumping her cock with her free hand. She pulls your panties down to your knees, gasping softly at the sight.
“You’re soaked, detka. All this just from sucking dick. I knew you were a fucking whore,” Her fingers ghost over your folds, running over them gently. “Aren’t you?”
You whine softly, barely registering her words. It felt like your brain was shutting down. “What’s that, baby? My little girl can’t think?” She mocks, her thumb pressing down your swollen clit, making you buck your hips in the air. She chuckles, bringing her hands down on your ass cheeks, parting them gently. “Its okay, daddy will do all the thinking for you.”
She sticks out her tongue, giving your cunt a long lick. “You taste even better than I’ve imagined,” she moans at your taste. So sweet. She couldn’t imagine how she’s gone so long without it, but now that she’s had a taste, she’s gonna fucking devour you.
You become a mess under her, shaking as her tongue violating your holes, reaching places you didn’t know could be reached. “Daddy! Feels so good!” You moan like a bitch in heat, humping your pussy against her face with incoherent words leaving your lips and Natasha enjoys every second of it.
Your hands finally give out from under you and you would’ve fallen face first to the table if not for Natasha’s quick reflexes. “Hold yourself up properly, darling.” She husks, propping a pillow beneath you, giving you a second to steady yourself before going back to her assault. Her tongue flattened on your cunt, spreading your tiny hole open. She had fucked you open so expertly, you wondered how many times she had done this before.
“Your pussy’s perfect, baby. Keep humping my face. I wanna see you cum for me.” You cry out, gripping the pillow so hard your knuckles turned white. Your legs begin to shake as you felt a familiar coil in your stomach grow.
Your arousal drips to the floor, “I’m gonna cum, daddy–” you gasp when her tongue hit a particular spot.
“Oh detka, did I hit a spot?” You can feel her smirk against your pussy. You can tell she’s out of breath too. Her hands knead your ass, letting her tongue repeatedly hit your g-spot.
“I’m cumming!– can I cum?please, please please.”
“Keep begging, darling,” She groaned, “You sound so hot when you beg.” Even better than she imagined.
“Please, daddy! I’ll do anything, anything. I’ll be so fucking good– please! I’ll do anything for it.”
“Then cum. Cum for me.” She commanded. You choked in a sob as you reached your climax, your vision turning white as your juices coated Natasha’s tongue.
“So sweet, darling.” She continues to lap on your sensitive clit, making your legs shudder.
“Daddy, no more.. s’ sensitive.” You mumble into the pillow, barely even keeping your eyes open, but still, you use your remaining energy to meet her gaze. And surely, she was just as much of a mess as your were– if not even more; her tousled hair, smudged lipstick and your juices atop that smirk she wore so proudly. “You look messy.” You comment.
“Oh yeah? And whose fault is that?” She laughs, finally letting go of your ass and placing you on her lap. As much as she wanted to use your pussy and claim it as hers, she knew it had to wait for another time. You were too vulnerable right now.
“Yours.”
She raises an eyebrow at your remark but ignores it. She reaches out for wipes from behind her and begins cleaning you up starting from your smudged eyeliner that stained your cheeks. She thought you looked beautiful like this. All fucked out for her.
You help her out too, combing her hair with your delicate fingertips. You smile softly, her red locks shining under the fluorescent lights.
“You all sobered up now, detka?” She broke the silence.
“Yeah.”
“Why were you drinking, moya lyubov? You hate it.”
“It’s nothing, it’s stupid.”
She frowns at your words, “Hey don’t say that. I’m sure no matter what it is, it’s important. You can tell me, I promise I won’t judge you.”
You think about it for a moment. Should you really say it? What if she– ah fuck it. She’s already been balls deep in your pussy.
“I like you.”
Your confession makes her stop dead in her tracks. She takes a few moments to process your words before a huge smile flickered across her face. “What was that, darling? You like me?”
“Yeah. I do.” You confirm, trying to hide the flush on your cheeks with your locks. There was no sign of your boldness and attitude now. Right now, you were back to being her sweet girl and innocent girl. Natasha couldn’t be more happy as you squirm shyly in her lap while she peppers you with kisses.
“Uh huh, so you get drunk out of your mind to seduce me and defile me? What a way to confess your love, sweetheart.” Her teasing makes you sink further into her lap, wanting nothing more than to disappear right now.
“I swear it was really only for courage! I didn’t mean to actually.. seduce you,” you tried to justify your actions but it seems you only made things worse as the redhead’s smug grin grew wider. “I wanted to confess but I guess I got a little sidetracked.”
“That’s one hell of a confession.”
“I swear I didn’t mean to–” She shuts you up with a bruising kiss, leaving the two of you out of breath as you parted.
“Doesn’t matter, detka. I like you too, I like you a lot,” She places a light kiss on your forehead, caressing your cheeks. “But if you’re still guilty about it then I could think of a few ways for you to make it up to me.” She tilts your head with your fingertips, letting you meet her gaze.
You perk up from your seat, your eyes brimming with innocence. You’d do just about anything to forget this embarrassing moment. You poor thing. “What can I do to make it up to you?”
“Hmm,” she pretends to think, placing her thumb on her chin. “You can start by letting me fuck you all entire week. It’s only fair if you finish what you started, right?”
A/N:
Finally got this shit done after having it in my drafts for so long😩 I would’ve updated like 5 times if it weren’t for my shitty schedule. Anyways thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed. Requests are Open!
