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Welp, here's another fictional character im gonna crush on for the next few centuries.

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Flirting Disasters

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You fell in love with Sirius Black while working together with him at the order while he dismisses every move you make on him Warnings: Second hand-embarrassment, drinking problems, passing out, break-down. Word Count: 3,789

You fiddled with your purse thinking about your first order meeting. Granted, you were an expert at decoding messages coming from your immense study of Runes; but you could very well handle yourself in a fight too.

Dumbledore already told you about your job. Decode the messages and try to find out the course of action of the death eaters. He had told you that you’ll be working with Sirius Black the owner and head of the Black household, also the order’s headquarters. You’d been told a lot about him too. Being wrongly accused and sent to Azkaban by his own best friend, his narrow escape and having to stay back at the headquarters for his own good. That did not prepare you in any way when you actually met him.

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helloo baby! can you write wandanat as protective moms seeing reader dating kate, and they're very worried about kate hurt reader, but they start to see that kate coddle and protect so much their daughter that they get peaceful

Two mama bears are better than one

Summary: Sometimes mothers’ worry goes overboard.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha and Wanda, cursing, angst

Word count: 3024

a/n: thank you for the request! I feel like I made this a bit more angstier than you wanted and I’m not super happy with this, but I hope you still like this <3

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“I’m going out!” Y/N yells as she puts on her shoes. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Hold up!” Natasha walks up to the hallway from the kitchen, where she and Wanda were washing the dishes. “Where are you off to, young lady?” She crosses her arms, raising one of her brows as she stares at rushing Y/N.

Y/N cringes at the tone of her voice and the choice of words. “To see some friends. We’re going to the mall I think.”

“What friends? I thought we were supposed to be your only friends.” Natasha smirks.

“Haha, so funny mom.”

“Stop bullying our daughter, Nat.” Wanda comes to them, grinning at her wife. “Where are you going, honey?”

“Out with some friends.” Y/N groans. “Jesus, it’s like I’m a prisoner or something.”

“Watch it with the angst.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing to her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Gross.” Natasha flicks Y/N’s arm. “Don’t make me feel old.”

Wanda giggles at their interaction. She goes to hug Y/N. “Have fun and be safe, okay?” Kissing her face multiple times, she finally lets go when Y/N starts pulling away with fake disgust. “Emphasis on the be safe, got it?”

“I got it, mama.” Y/N smiles, giving Natasha a hug as well. “I’ll see you later.” She walks out of the front door, leaving her two very worried and overprotective mothers behind.

“Should we follow her?” Natasha wraps her arms around Wanda’s waist.

Wanda sets her hand on Natasha’s cheek and caresses it gently. “As much as I would like that, no. We have to trust her.”

“It’s not her I don’t trust.”

Y/N runs a few blocks further away from their house, only slowing down when she sees a familiar car on the side of the road. Grinning, she opens the passenger side door and hops in. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” Kate puts her hand on Y/N’s neck, pulling her into a kiss. “What’d you tell your moms?” She asks, starting the car.

“That I’m heading out to the mall with some friends. Not really a lie.” Y/N mumbles with a smile. “Although, I doubt they’d take it like that if they found out.”

Kate chuckles, holding one hand on the steering wheel while the other takes hold of Y/N’s thigh. The pair has been dating for dew moths now, successfully keeping it as a secret from two ex-Avenger mothers.

They met each other in the Avengers tower when Y/N was visiting the others with her mothers. The two clicked rather quickly, spending the whole time talking together. Kate was instantly captivated by her beauty and her mind and wanted to spend every minute of her time with her. So, she asked her out the next day, and it was the best date ever. Their relationship developed in a fast pace after that.

Y/N doesn’t necessarily want to keep their relationship as a secret, but she knows her mothers. Natasha and Wanda found a seven-year-old her at an abandoned Hydra base, they became like her mothers. And not long after that, they became her official parents, very protective parents.

They have always joked about how she isn’t allowed to date until she’s thirty, but Y/N knows there’s a bit of truth in their jokes. Besides, all the surveillance they do, is more than enough of a reason for Y/N to keep these kinds of things to herself.

“Someday we have to tell them.” Kate gives a quick glance to Y/N. “But not yet, of course! I don’t want to die just yet.”

Y/N laughs, setting her hand on top of Kate’s. “I wouldn’t let them kill you.”

“I know. But to be safe, I think we should wait until we’re, like, married. They can’t break our marriage, right?”

Biting her lip, Y/N stares at Kate’s side profile. “You want us to get married?”

“Obviously.” Kate says with a slight blush on her cheeks. “You’re the love of my life, I’m going put a ring on your finger someday.”

Y/N hangs her head down, looking at her lap while playing with Kate’s fingers. “I can’t wait.” Kate smiles, squeezing her thigh.

Y/N sits on Kate’s lap, her hands wrapped around her neck, and lips hungrily on hers. They drove around the city for two hours before stopping near Y/N’s home, far away enough for her moms not to see. Kate pulled Y/N to her lap instantly and started making out with her, arms going up and down her body.

“My god, you make me crazy.” Kate breathes out, one of her hands going under her shirt to feel her bare skin. “So beautiful.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself.” Y/N gasps out when Kate’s lips move to her neck. She starts to lean her head to the side to give her more room, but a harsh knock on the window pulls them apart. “Shit.”

Very pissed off looking Natasha opens the door and pulls Y/N out of the car with force. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter, Kate?” She pushes Y/N behind her, near to Wanda.

“I- I wasn’t…we-“ Kate rambles, getting out of the car as well.

“You what, huh?”

“Mom, stop it!” Wanda puts her hand on Y/N’s shoulder and shakes her head. She doesn’t look as mad as Natasha, but she’s clearly displeased by what she just witnessed. “No! Stop it.” She shrugs Wanda’s hand away.

“She’s going to hurt you.” Natasha turns to Y/N, leaving Kate alone. “Dating an Avenger? What were you thinking?”

“It’s none of you business.”

Natasha glares at her. “We’re going home, now.” She grabs Y/N’s arm and starts walking towards their house, pulling Y/N along and Wanda following them.

Y/N glances at kind of scared and panicked looking Kate. “I’ll call you later!” She shouts before Natasha shushes her.

The whole way towards home Natasha keeps mumbling angrily while Wanda tries to calm her down. Y/N follows behind them, sulking the while way and refusing to talk to either of her mothers.

Wanda unlocks the front door, holding it open as Natasha and Y/N walk inside. She tries to look at Y/N, but she avoids eye contact. Sighing, she closes the door.

“Stay here.” Natasha grumbles, stopping Y/N from going upstairs to her room. “Hanging out with friends, huh? That looked hell of a more than friends. So lying to us is a thing now?”

“I lied to you for this exact reason. You’re like prison guards when it comes to me doing anything. You throw a fit whenever I do something you don’t approve of!”

“We just want to keep you safe. You could really get hurt.” Wanda speaks up, now standing next to Natasha. She was always the more calm one, at least on the outside, but it doesn’t mean she is any less angry.

“She would never hurt me.”

“She’s dangerous!”

“So are you! Both of you!” Y/N screams, throwing her arms towards them. “Do you want me to stop being your daughter?” Natasha and Wanda frown at her words. “Just say the word and I’ll walk out that door, since I apparently can’t handle anything.”

“That’s not what we’re saying.” Wanda sighs. “We worry everyday because of our pasts, we worry that some old enemy will find you and take you. Kate is still an Avenger, she’ll make new enemies every die in that job and we don’t want you getting in the crossfire.”

Y/N rubs her head while shaking it. “If you do that I’ll never be able to live normally.” Tears start gathering in her eyes.

“If it means keeping you safe I don’t mind.” Natasha comments with a shrug.

“Natasha.” Wanda mumbles, giving her a look.

“Then you’re just like them.” Y/N whispers. “You’re no better than Hydra.”

“Y/N!” Wanda warns as Natasha freezes. “You don’t mean that.” Y/N opens her mouth, but closes it right away. She wipes her tears away and jogs up to her room. Wanda turns to look at Natasha who is already looking at her. “She didn’t mean it, she’s just hurting right now.”

“I was too harsh.” Natasha whispers, sitting down to the couch. ”She feels that way because of me.”

”It’s not only your fault.” Wanda mumbles and sits down next to her. “We’ve both been a bit…overbearing I suppose. We’re worried and we want her to be our baby, forever, but we need to remember she’s old enough to handle herself.”

Natasha groans, slumping against the couch as she hides her face with her hands. “Why does it have to be Kate.”

“Natasha..”

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Kate!” She assures, looking forward as if to hide from Wanda’s disappointed gaze. “I’m saying that Kate is known to be a bit destructive and immature, which makes her do things that she isn’t supposed to.”

“I know.” Wanda grabs Natasha’s hand. “We just have to keep a close eye on them.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Come on then, let’s go talk to her and set some ground rules.” Wanda stands up, pulling Natasha up with her.

“I’m sorry about my moms.” Y/N groans, holding the phone up to her ear as she lays on her bed, talking with Kate. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, love.” Kate smiles lightly, loving to hear her girlfriend’s voice. “It was bound to happen someday.”

“I guess so.” Y/N twirls the rings around her fingers, they’re Wanda’s old ones. “You’re lucky aunt Yelena wasn’t with them, she would’ve shot you right away.”

Kate chokes in her own saliva, making Y/N laugh. “W-what?” She didn’t even remember Yelena being one of Y/N’s very protective bodyguards. “She wouldn’t actually do that would she?”

“Of course not, I’m kidding Kate.” Y/N giggles. “She might be a bit rough, probably even rougher than Natasha and Wanda, but it’ll be fine.”

“Can we…can we not tell Yelena just yet?”

“I mean,” Y/N grins to herself. “I’m not against not telling her, but mom might’ve already done that.”

Kate’s eyes widen. She stares at her door as if Yelena will burst through it any minute. “Do you really think so? Should I hide just in case?”

“I’m messing with you.” Y/N rolls over to her stomach. She starts drawing patterns to her pillow, suddenly frowning. “We had a pretty big fight.” She mumbles.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. “I said they’re just as bad as Hydra.” She whispers. “I’m a terrible daughter.”

“Honey.” Kate sighs. Her heart aches from how broken Y/N’s voice sounds. “You aren’t a terrible daughter.”

“I said the two people who have given me a home and security are like an organization who have personally tortured all three of us.” Her voice raises a notch. “How is that not terrible?”

“You were hurt.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“They’ll understand.” Kate assures. “I’m sure of it.”

“I h-“

A knock on the door interrupts her. Natasha and Wanda walk inside, not waiting for Y/N’s answer. “Could we talk?”

“Yeah.” Y/N sits up. “I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She hangs up the call, setting her phone to a side table next to her bed. Wanda and Natasha sits on the foot side of the bed, opposite of Y/N. “I’m really s-“

“We wanted to apo-“ They start and stop talking at the same time. Wanda chuckles. “We wanted to apologize. We should’ve given you some breathing space.

Y/N hums, looking at her hands. “I’m sorry too, you’re nothing like Hydra.” She says quietly.

“It’s okay.” Wanda leans forward to hold Y/N’s hand in her own. “We accept your apology.” She gives her a smile, moving closer to her. “So, you’re dating now. Do you have any questions you want us to answer? About anything.”

Y/N scrunches her nose. “Ew no.” She shakes her head to get the thought out of her head. “I know all this stuff, you know that right? I’m not a kid anymore. Plus I do not want to talk about sex with you.”

“Thank god.” Natasha mumbles. Wanda slaps her arm, giving her a look. “Of course we’re willing to talk about anything with you, but I wasn’t really looking forward to this kind of conversation.”

“Okay, okay. We get it. Lets talk about Kate then.” Wanda mumbles, changing the subject. “We’re happy you two are together.”

“I don’t know about that.” Natasha mumbles.

Wanda sighs, ignoring her wife, while Y/N giggles with a shake of her head. “We thought it’d be good to set up some ground rules. Like not to lie to us anymore and we’d rather you two hang out here than somewhere…else.”

Squinting her eyes, Y/N looks at Wanda. She knows why they’d rather have the two here, but she doesn’t say anything about it. “Fine.”

“Would you like to ask her over, so we can apologize to her as well?”

“Yes.” Y/N grins, quickly grabbing her phone.

After multiple apologies from Wanda, Natasha and Kate, which were all accepted, Y/N and Kate decided to watch a movie in the living room, per Natasha and Wanda’s request.

Y/N is leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder while the dark haired girl has her hand wrapped around Y/N. Natasha and Wanda are hanging out in the kitchen, making dinner together, where they could be out of the way but still keep an eye on them.

“I still don’t like this.” Natasha whispers as she keeps glancing at the pair, especially glaring at the hand wrapped around her daughter. “I think it’s too risky.”

“So do I.” Wanda mumbles, stirring the pot of paprikash. “That’s why they’re on our line of sight.”

“When is the dinner ready? I don’t want them sitting so close to each other.”

“Soon, my love. Patience please.” Wanda adds ingredients to the pot. “Your comments and incapability to cook aren’t helping me.” Natasha leans against the counter with a smirk.

“They keep glaring at me.” Kate whispers into Y/N’s ear.

“I can feel it too.” Y/N mumbles. “I’m pretty sure they’re waiting for us to do a mistake so they can separate us.” Kate’s brows raise. “I’m kidding, sort of.”

“Dinner.” Natasha calls for them, putting down plates and mugs for everyone while Wanda sets the food on the middle of the table.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Y/N whispers.

“I don’t want to be rude.” Kate mumbles, standing up and going to the kitchen with Y/N, holding her hand in her own.

”I made paprikash.” Wanda starts putting the food on their plates. The girls thank Wanda and start eating their food.

“So, what are your intentions with our daughter?” Natasha asks, making Kate choke on her food. The redhead raises her brows as Y/N pats her girlfriend’s back.

“I- date her?”

“Date her?”

“Well, I- yes. I want to cherish her and keep her safe. I’ll love her and, and comfort her.” She turns to look at Y/N with a smile on her face. “I wouldn’t wish any kind of harm for her.” Y/N feels her body get warmer at Kate’s words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wanda stares at Natasha, smiling at the interaction. Natasha rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing on her face. “Alright we get it, you’re young and in love.”

“As if you and mama don’t act like lovesick and horny 16-year-olds.”

Wanda’s eyes widen and Natasha glares at her, though it’s mostly playful. “We do not, don’t say things like that in front of guests.” The witch mumbles, hiding her slightly red cheeks.

Y/N giggles, glancing at smiling Kate. “Can we go up to my room now, please. We don’t want to hang out with you two.”

“I don’t…I don’t mind.” Kate stares at Y/N with wide eyes, nervous to offend her mothers. Y/N gives her a look. “Private time would be nice.” Natasha’s brows raise. “No- Not like that! Nothing too private or, or intimate. Of course I want to hold her, but not like that.” Her eyes widen even more if that’s possible. “I’m not saying I don’t find Y/N attractive like that, because I do, I think she’s very beautiful and hot, but I’m not going to have sex under your roof. And I don’t mean hot in an objectifying manner, I could ne-“

“Kate.” Y/N sets her hand on her arm. “Calm down, everything is okay.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Kate clears her throat, blush creeping up her neck when she notices all three of them staring at her.

“Fine.” Wanda stacks their plates. “But-“ She stops Y/N and Kate who already stood up. “The door has to be ajar! Okay? And no funny business.”

“Yes yes, we got it, calm down.” Y/N grabs Kate’s hand and starts pulling her upstairs to her room.

“You heard your mama, door at least 10cm open!” Natasha yells after them just to be sure.

Y/N snickers, pushing Kate inside her room and carefully setting the door so there’s a 10cm gap. “Finally.” She wraps her arms around Kate’s shoulders as she takes hold of her hips. “Some alone time.”

“Are they still mad at me?” Kate whispers, at times glancing at the door. Y/N shakes her head with a smile.

“You’re growing on them.”

“Good.” Kate kisses Y/N and strokes the side of her waist.

“They’re going to be okay.” Wanda reassures still stressed out looking Natasha. “She’s safe with her.”

“I know.” Natasha grabs Wanda’s hand, bringing it up to her face to kiss it gently. “And if something bad happens, we’re here for her.” Wanda nods, leaning her head against Natasha’s shoulder.

Hii, In case you’re still taking requests, could you write about Bucky having wild, kinky, loud sex with innocent!reader and shocking the rest of the avengers because they had no idea the innocent reader was not as innocent as they thought?

yes. i absolutely can

protect her innocence

18+

Content Warning: Bucky x Avenger!Reader, bi!buck is a sexually frustrated oaf, reader is a closeted slut, sweaty post-workout!bucky, smut (breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, rough sex, choking, spitting kink, degradation kink, face slapping, crying kink (is that a thing? it is now), dom!bucky x sub!reader, excessive amount of cum, creampie).

"God, I'm fuckin' horny."

The others burst into disgust and anger at Bucky's admission, while he slumps down in his seat.

"This mission is hard enough without your overly personal comments, Barnes," Natasha states with a glare. "We're stuck on this island for another week; control yourself."

"Yeah, keep that shit to yourself," Sam adds, before pointing at you. "Y/N's still here, ya know. Can you at least try to protect her innocence?"

You simply sit back and laugh, not bothering to say anything at all while they chastise Bucky for talking sexually in front of you. To be honest, you're fuckin' horny too, but you know your team would explode if they found out you actually have those feelings. To them, you're still just the newest, youngest recruit who probably doesn't even know what a dick looks like, and it's much easier to keep up that appearance rather than have your private life all laid out for them - like Bucky's is.

"I haven't had sex since I fucked that Bennett guy on New Year's," He goes on to complain, throwing his head back. "Fuck, I need to rail someone."

"Alright, Buck, that's enough," Steve says sternly, patting his shoulder. "Let's keep the downtime conversation a little more family friendly, how about that?"

Reluctantly, Bucky agrees and keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the evening, and the rest of you have a pleasant chat about future plans for once this damn mission is over.

Later, after dinner and once most people have gone to their rooms, you creep downstairs to find Bucky where you know he'll be: in the kitchen, post-workout and pre-shower, sipping on a protein shake. Tonight, he's wearing a sleeveless, black tee and some basketball shorts, looking as hot as ever.

Of course, you'd never admit that out loud. Having inappropriate thoughts about a teammate would be unforgivable.

"Work your arms again?" You ask, walking into the dimly lit kitchen and poking his biceps. "Why do you bother? Doesn't your body just... do that naturally? I thought that was the magic of the serum?"

He puts down the shake and side-eyes you, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Not exactly, tulip. What are you doing up so late?"

"Can't sleep," You complain, leaning your back against the counter and looking up at him. "What about you?"

"About to shower," He answers, taking another sip from the shake.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, and lower your voice, moving closer to him. "Wanna put a baby in me, instead?" You ask him softly.

Almost choking, Bucky widens his eyes, his lips parting. "What?"

Taking another step closer, you take his hands and place one on your waist and the other on your belly before standing on your tiptoes to reach his ear. "Please, daddy, give me a baby."

His breath hitches in his throat as he tries his best to process the situation, before deciding that trying to rationalize it is futile. This may just be a really vivid dream, Buck, so stop thinking and do as the woman asks before you wake up.

"Is that what you want, tulip?" He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face as his eyes burn into yours. "Want daddy to fill you up, hmm? Fuck a baby into you?"

Your legs squeeze together at his words as you nod quickly. "Yes, please."

"Fuck," He whispers with a shudder. Without wasting another second, he brings his tongue to yours, kissing you hurriedly as though he's running out of time. His hand slips under the band of your shorts and he bypasses your panties, dipping his fingers into your honey-soaked cunt.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as he starts to rub circles on your clit, making your pussy throb. He continues to press kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. "Daddy," You whine, bucking your hips up as your hand moves to rub his hardening boner. "Please."

"What do you need, baby?" He murmurs into your ear. "Tell daddy what you need."

"Need- need you inside me," You answer him desperately. "Now."

Groaning, he fumbles with his shorts, pulling them down and letting his big cock spring out. Your mouth waters at the sight and you gasp when he brutishly rips your shorts and panties apart, leaving your bottom half bare for him. Lifting up your leg, he wraps it around his waist and brings his cock to your folds, covering it in your moisture.

"So fucking wet for me," He grunts, his eyes darkening. "Want me to make you a mommy?"

"Yes, daddy," You whimper, cupping his neck in your hands. "Wanna be pregnant with your baby."

Biting his lip, he falls forward to rest his forehead against yours. "Oh, shit, you're so fucking hot."

"Stop teasing me," You whine. "Fuck my tight, little pussy, daddy."

Unable to hold back any longer, Bucky does as you ask and presses his cock to your entrance. By now, he's 99% sure you're not a virgin, but he still takes his time in inching his way inside you.

"Fuck, daddy," You cry, throwing your head back as his girthy length stretches you out. "Haven't been fucked in so long."

Well, she ain't a virgin.

"No?" Bucky asks with a mutter, his eyes glued to the look on your face. "Want daddy to rail you, baby?"

"Yeah," You say coyly, biting your lip.

He smirks down at you, his lips parting as he bottoms out inside you. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"Yeah," You agree between giggles.

His lips brush against yours as he chuckles, "Mmm, yeah. Filthy fuckin' whore." With that, he begins to rock his hips, fucking in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin fill the kitchen, and likely echo all around the cabin. But you can't give a fuck about who can hear you right now. He pulls off your t-shirt, hypnotized by your tits before latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. Sucking it, he groans, sending electric waves through your body. "Can't wait until they're full with milk for me," He groans, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. "Mommy's milk is gonna be so fuckin' sweet."

"Harder, daddy!" You cry as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Growling under his breath, Bucky happily complies, slamming his cock into you. "That's it, baby, take my fuckin' cock," He orders lowly. "Gonna fill you with my seed, make you a mommy."

"Yes, Bucky!" You all but scream, before grabbing his face in your hands. "Spit in my mouth, daddy."

Slightly taken aback, Bucky raises a brow, never once slowing his thrusts. "Is that what you want, baby?"

"Yes," You reply instantly.

With an arrogant smile, he grabs the back of your neck. "Only good girls get daddy's spit. Fuckin' beg for it, slut."

"Please, daddy," You cry, feeling weak. "Please spit in my mouth."

"That's my girl," He grunts before pulling your head back. "Open."

Obediently, you open your mouth wide, buzzing with anticipation. Bucky leans forward and squeezes your cheeks together before giving you what you want, letting his saliva slowly pour onto your tongue. You moan immediately, your stomach fluttering with delight. He spits once more into your mouth before clamping your jaw shut, grinning when he sees you swallow.

"Fuck me," He mutters lowly, grabbing your throat as he thrusts harder. "Your filthy little pussy feels so good wrapped around me, tulip, so fucking good."

Taking his free hand, you bring it up to your cheek. "Slap me," You beg him with glossy eyes. "Please, daddy."

A glint of darkness flashes across his face as he presses his chest to yours, stroking your cheek. "You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks you lowly.

Instantly, you reply, "Yes."

"Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?" He questions you. "Use you like a fuckin' sex doll?"

"Yes, daddy," You cry out.

"Gonna let me get you pregnant, huh?" He presses, fucking you faster as his cock brushes against your cervix. "Gonna be a good mommy for me?"

"I promise, daddy," You swear, tears filling your eyes as every inch of your skin is drenched in pleasure. "I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Fill me with your baby, please."

Groaning, Bucky tightens his grip around your throat. "That's my good girl," He mumbles sweetly, before slapping your cheek with his free hand.

You moan at the sensation as the tears finally fall from your eyes. "Thank you, daddy."

"Yeah, that's it," Bucky grumbles, thrusting harder into you. "Fuckin' cry for me, you stupid little bitch." With that, he slaps you again, and you think you're in heaven. Leaning forward, he licks a stray tear from your cheek. "So fuckin' pretty when you cry for me, tulip."

"Oh, daddy," You moan melodically, feeling your pleasure build up. "I'm gonna cum."

Roughly, he grabs your face. "Not yet, you stupid slut," He growls. "You don't get to cum until daddy tells you to, got it?"

Frustrated, you whine. "Please, daddy, so close."

To your surprise, and utter delight, he slaps you again, glaring down at you. "Don't you fuckin' dare, little girl," He says gravely. "You wanna be a good little slut for daddy, don't you?"

Oh, you'd do anything for this man.

"Yes, Sir," You mumble, your mind totally blank. All you can process is your pleasure, and him.

"Louder, bitch," He spits. "I want everyone in this fuckin' cabin to know what you really are."

Throwing your head back, you cry out, "I wanna be daddy's good little slut!"

"That's my girl," He says proudly, slapping your cheek a couple more times, leaving your face sore as your cunt tightens around him. "You've been so good, baby. You wanna cum for me?"

You gasp with relief, meeting his eyes. "Daddy."

"I know, baby, I know," He coos softly, rubbing your clit while your legs shudder. "I know my little girl wants to cum, doesn't she?"

"Please," You squeak between sobs, burning for him.

The softness leaves his face as he clenches his jaw, slapping you once more before grabbing your face and fucking you deeper. "Cum, you fuckin' slut. Now."

His command tips you over the edge, and all you see is white for a second as you cum, hard. The breath is stolen from your lungs, the strength from your muscles, the thoughts from your brain. For a moment, all you are is the product of Bucky's desire; coming apart at his words, destroyed by his actions.

As you cum around him, Bucky groans, feeling his own orgasm hit him. "Shit, that's it, baby. Take my fuckin' seed, all of it," He grunts, thrusting sloppily as he cums hard. "Gonna make such a pretty mommy for me, tulip, such a pretty mommy."

Meanwhile, as you come down from your high, your blurred vision clears and you return to your senses. You can feel his jizz pouring inside you as he shudders, and your eyes widen at the feeling. "That's so much - so much cum, daddy," You whisper, gasping as he fucks it all into you.

Chuckling weakly, he rests his head in your neck, slowing down his thrusts. "Magic of the serum, baby. Shit."

The both of you take a few moments to recover, breathing heavily in the now-silent kitchen. Slowly, Bucky pulls out of you, making you wince.

Patting his chest, you give him a smile. "Thanks for that, Buck. I really needed it."

He nods quickly, eyes wide. "Yeah. Yeah, no problem. Any time- seriously, any time," He rambles while doing his best not to gawk at your naked body.

Grinning, you lean up and kiss his cheek. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Letting out a shaky breath, he quickly pulls off his t-shirt before helping you put it on. "There you are, tulip," He murmurs, pulling it down to cover your ass.

"I'll, uh, see you in the morning?" You say, slowly making your way to the exit.

"Sure," He replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "Unless I come for round two after my shower?"

Smirking, you back up to the door. "You know where to find me, daddy."

With that, you leave and make your way to the stairs - where your other team members are all standing, wide eyed and horrified at what they just overheard.

"Hey, gang," You greet them casually, walking past Natasha with a smile.

"Hey... Y/N," Sam replies with a mixture of fear and bafflement in his eyes. "You all good?"

You nudge his arm when you pass him, "I'm absolutely perfect. I feel so much better than I did after today's mission."

Clint and Tony remain silent, unable to even look at you as you walk by them.

"Well, good night, everyone," You say softly. "Sweet dreams."

Steve can't bring himself to make eye contact with you as you limp up the stairs to where he's standing, his brows furrowing nervously. Once you're in your room, he looks at the others and mumbles, "I don't think there's gonna be anything sweet about my dreams tonight."

Bucky then emerges from the kitchen, shirtless, sweaty, and holding your panties in his hand. Grimacing, Sam steps forward. "You monster."

With a scoff, Bucky holds his hands up in surrender. "Woah, there," He says. "She came onto me!"

They all burst into disbelieving grumbles, refusing to accept that you aren't as innocent as they believed and turning away from him to make their way upstairs.

Alone, Bucky lowers his hands, chuckling at the situation. "Tulip, you absolute slut," He mumbles, looking down at your panties with a smirk. "My fuckin' slut."

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Sevika needs some rest…

Unconventional comfort

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1379

Warnings: This contains nursing. It is not s*xual in any way but it is slightly unconventional hence the warning. If you don’t like it or do not have anything kind to day, please move on. Thank you

Summary: You had accidentally - and thankfully, managed to provide Natasha with a comfort and closeness she'd always been denied.

It wasn't rare for Natasha to have nightmares. Due to her past, they were kind of expected. Every night at around the same time, you'd be abruptly awoken by a muffled cry of fear coming from the spot just next to you. You'd rouse almost instantly, desperate to sooth her but not daring to touch her in fear of how she'd react. Sometimes, she'd manage to bring herself out of it.

She'd wake up only briefly before seeking you out with a soft whimper of both fear and confusion, and you'd pull her into your arms, sooth her back to sleep with a gentle hand grazing over the bare skin of her back.

Other times, you weren't so lucky.

There was one time, just a few short months ago that she'd had one of the worst nightmares that exists to date. It had started with her shifting in place slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she lets out a small whimper.

But then it had progressed into quiet cries that had slowly risen in volume until they could be perceived as literal screams of terror. In the midst of your own fear and panic, you'd instinctively made the mistake of trying to wake her.

It was just a touch. Barely even a graze of your finger against her skin. But it was enough. She'd violently shoved you away from her with that could only be described of cry of unbridled rage. Her hands had reached for your throat, and you were sure they would have reached their destination if it hadn't been for the sleepy disorientation still clouding her hazy, tormented mind.

With a skill you didn't even know you possessed, you had managed to haul her thriving body into your arms. You'd situated yourself against the headboard with her between your legs, both your arms and legs pinning her body to your own. She'd screamed. She'd thrashed and swore and called you every name under the sun. But you hadn't let her go.

Eventually, she'd seemed to realise you wouldn't be letting her go and was quick to slump into a defeated lump in your arms.

You'd adjusted her slightly so she was more or less cradled, her legs curled up against your hip whilst her head had come to rest against your chest. Your own arms had secured her to you, gentle hands brushing the sweat soaked hair out of her face whilst gentle coos of comfort had escaped your lips.

Her hands had risen to take ahold of your shirt, silently clinging, pleading even, not to let her go. She was sniffling quietly, eyes drooping and quietly pleading for sleep. But she refuses to allow it, and you don't dare force her.

As Natasha had laid there, cradled in your arms like she was no more than an infant, she'd reached for your hand and had coaxed it to her face. You had understood her silent implication, tenderly cupping her cheek and grazing the pad of your thumb over the still damp skin.

What happened next had been a complete accident.

Due to being half asleep and rather uncoordinated, your thumb had slipped down slightly and had grazed over her bottom lip as opposed to her cheek. Natasha, seemingly close to sleep as well, had simply reacted upon instinct. Her lips had parted, and she'd accepted the pad of your thumb into her mouth without hesitation before beginning to suckle.

You'd stared down at her in awe, too scared to move and disturb the serene look of complete content that had slipped onto her features. It had felt like seconds and hours all at the same time before the current predicament it had simultaneously clicked for the both of you.

Like she had been set on fire, Natasha had pulled away from your thumb. Her eyes had ripped open, irises full of both embarrassment and humiliation. She'd looked up at you with a look so full of fear it was almost as though she was waiting for you to belittle her.

But you couldn't and wouldn't ever do that.

Before she could even begin to rip herself out of your arms, a strange sense of calm had settled upon you and you'd found yourself gently coaxing her back to your chest. She'd complied warily, and not a word was spoken between the two of you as you had once again trialed the pad of your thumb over her bottom lip.

Her hand had risen to timidly cover your own, and as she'd continue to stare to at you with a look so heartbreakingly full of fear, you'd gently parted her lips and coaxed the pad of your thumb back into her mouth.

Whether it be instinct or something else entirely, she'd begun to suckle almost instantly, her whole body going limp with what could only be described as relief. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and with your free hand, you'd traced gentle circles over the small of her back.

*

It was on the third nightmare of the week that the dynamic had shifted a little. You'd been undoubtedly exhausted after just getting back from a two day stakeout with Clint and Yelena, so when Natasha has woken with yet another nightmare, you'd simply pulled her into your chest.

She had seemed placated. She'd gone quiet and still, laying there on her side with with her head buried between your breasts. You had just begun to drift of to sleep again when what could only be described as a whine had escaped her lips, and though your body had protested, you had gone to sit up so she could have access to your thumb.

But one simple action had stopped you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, she'd latched on to the swell of your breast over the material of your shirt. Her suckles were gentle and consistent, the heat of her mouth leaving your shirt slightly damp. You'd stared at her, stunned, and almost entranced at the sight before you.

It had taken only moments for everything to seemingly fall into place.

Natasha would always pay careful to your breasts during intimate moments. She'd almost worship them, in a sense, and she'd said many times that they were one of her favourite things about you. As you watched her mouth move, you'd come to the realisation that letting her suckle would be the same thing but with a slightly different context.

You hadn't allowed yourself to hesitate as you'd pulled off your shirt, shuffling up the bed slightly so that your breast were level with her head. Cupping the flesh, you'd grazed your nipple over her bottom lip, and just like the many tunes before, instinct had her latching on without hesitation.

You felt the hot air of her content exhale before you'd heard it, and with a hand on the back of her head to keep her close, you'd settled back into your pillow, feeling more than seeing her soft suckles against your skin.

It was pleasant feeling, but not in an pleasurable way. More so it was soothing, and before you knew it, you felt yourself falling back to sleep too.

*

What occurs on those bad nights was never brought up between the two of you. In fact, if it wasn't for the occasional awkward glance sent your way from Natasha, you would have assumed you'd dreamt it.

You didn't necessarily mind, because you knew how hard it was for Natasha to open herself up and allow herself to be seen in such a vulnerable yet intimate way. But a part of you did wish she would at least acknowledge it so you didn't feel so alone.

Thankfully, you knew wasn't because she regrets it or didn't like it. Each gentle tug at your shirt after every bad dream proves that. You just wish she knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about and hoped one day, that would be the case.

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The Date

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Neville Longbottom x fem!reader

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): fluff, cursing, smut-ish, dry humping-ish, not proofread

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I can’t believe I agreed to another blind date. Tiffany owes me a lifetime of Cauldron Cakes if this doesn’t work out. The last time I went to one of these, she set me up with Justin Finch of all people and all he did was talk about himself. I just drank Butterbeer until he become barely. The date finally ended about two, agonizing hours later. As soon as we got back in the castle, we went our separate ways and I have not talked to him since.

Now, I’m sitting in Madam Puddifoot’s, in a corner, ten minutes early, trying to guess who my mystery date is. Tiff knows pretty much everyone at Hogwarts so it could be anybody really, but she only dates tools so I doubt it’ll be anyone good.

Five minutes go by before I hear the bell above the front door ring. It’s Neville. He looks a bit nervous. This is honestly the last place I thought I would see him. It’s not a very crowded place, so it’s good for an introverted person like him, but it’s a bit.. girly for him. But since he’s here, I can’t help but admire him. He’s gotten taller since we first got to university. He towers over a good amount of people at school. Even some of the professors.

His eyes wander around the room as if he’s looking for someone. Considering the only single person in here is me, I’m guessing that I’m his date. I get up from the table and walk over to him. His height is definitely intimidating up close, but his shyness makes it less intimidating.

“Hi Neville,” I say as gently as possible. I guess it works since I can visibly see him relax.

“Hi y/n,” He says not quite at a normal tone, but not a whisper either.

“I guess I’m your date,” A small smile wipes on my face. He nods his head, and we walk to where I was sat.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I ordered an herbal tea. That alright?” I ask as we sit down. He nods his head again and I nod in acknowledgement.

It’s quiet for a bit before Madam Puddifoot comes back with our tea.

“Anything else for you dearies?” I look over at him to see if he wants anything.

“Ginger Newts? Please?” She warmly smiles at him and toddles to the back. The quietness takes over again. I reach a hand over and hold his.

“You don’t have to be nervous Nev. It’s just me.” His eyes soften and he lets out an exhale.

“Y-You’re actually the prettiest girl in our grade.” My smile can’t help but widen at getting a full sentence out of him.

“Only in our grade? Damn, looks like I gotta aim for prettiest in the school.” He smiles at that, and we drink our tea.

The conversation goes smoothly after that. He loosened up. Even started telling some jokes. I laughed so hard that people started looking over in our corner. We would just shush each other and continue laughing. As we finished the tea and Ginger Newts, we decided to go walk around outside. The snow hasn’t hit us quite yet, so the weather is bearable. I learned that he loves Herbology. He has almost every type of plant at his house. He learned that I had a crush on him from our 1st to our 3rd year. The time went by fast. Too fast.

We barely make curfew as we stumble in. Our laughing turns into hushed tones, but smiles stay upon our faces.

“Do you want to come to my room? I think Harry and Ron said something about going to Hagrid’s and Dean and Seamus snuck off somewhe-“

“Are you trying to get me into your bed Neville?” My tone is teasing, but his face still turns red.

“No! No! I just thought-“

“You’re okay Neville. Let’s go. I’ve always been curious as to what boy’s dorm rooms look like.” I take his hand and lead him to Gryffindor tower. The walk isn’t long. That’s a lie, it’s very long. Especially with all the steps, but being with him made it go by faster. We continued talking, kind of loudly, while the painting looked at us with disdain.

There aren’t many people in the common room. A few stragglers. Dean and Seamus are there, but they’re so wrapped up in each other that they don’t even notice Neville and I walking upstairs. He opens the door and sure enough we’re the only ones there. I walk all the way in and take a look around. It looks a bit different than the girls dorms. It also smells a bit different than the girls dorm. I can tell the one in the middle is Harry’s. Seems fitting as he’s “the chosen one”. Whatever that means. I look back and see Neville standing next to a bed.

“I’m assuming this one is yours?”

He nods.

“Wanna sit?”

He nods again. I walk over and sit down while he’s unmoving.

“Nev, I thought we got over the shyness?” I pat the spot next to me and wait for him to sit down. Once he does, I hold his hands and look at him.

“Have you ever been with a girl Neville?” He shakes his head no. I lift a hand to his cheek and look into his eyes.

“Do you want to?” He doesn’t say anything. Almost like he’s frozen.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to do anything, but if you do, I need a verbal answer.”

“I,” he clears his throat, “I do.” I smile and lean in closer to him. My nose lightly bumps his before I peck his lips. I lean back to assess how he’s feeling. His eyes are still close, and his lips are slightly puckered, stuck in this kiss. I chuckle and lean back in. I reconnect our lips and at that moment swear that I will study every day as long as I get kiss Neville for the rest of my life. He says he’s never been with a girl but the way his lips move against mine tell me differently.

My legs straddle his lap, and my hands move down to the side of his neck. I can tell he’s hesitant to do anything else, so I help him by wrapping his arms around my waist. His arms tighten around me, bringing up closer. I move a bit to settle on his lap and feel a slight bulge meet my clothed core. Our lips momentarily part, but not by much. He groans against my lips and it’s one of the most beautiful sounds to ever reach my ears.

I kiss his cheek, his jaw, his neck. He shudders underneath me which motivates me more. I remove myself from his lap and stand up. My top is first to go. His eyes are darkened as they stare at my figure. I raise my blouse slowly above my head. Only left in my lilac lace bra, I slowly unbuckle the belt to my jeans. I move them down my thighs and they fall down to my feet, revealing the matching panties.

“You gonna leave me half-naked by myself?” I tease. He gets up and takes his clothes off in record time. I try not to laugh so I don’t ruin the moment, but the way he almost trips on his trousers has me smiling to myself.

I take my place back on his lap and roll my hips against his crotch. My lips reconnect to his neck, and I kiss around until I find what I’m looking for.

“Fuck me,” I hear escape his lips.

Found it.

I suck on it while continuing to roll my hips. His noises become whimpers which goes straight down to my pussy.

“Can we- fuck. Can we try something?” I nod my head yes while slowing down my motions. His hands take a hold of my hips and bring me to a complete stop. I whimper at the loss of friction. My eyes move with the motion of his hands. He pulls his dick from his briefs and moves my panties to the side. He runs a finger through my folds and collects my slick, groaning at the feeling. He takes his finger and rubs it over his tip. It’s my turn to groan. I think I know what his idea was.

I wait until he moves his finger to place my pussy right on his shaft. He closes his eyes and I take the chance to place my lips on his. His arms take their rightful place back around my waist and I continue rocking my hips. His tip brushes up against my clit and I can’t help but to moan into his mouth. I rock a bit faster, and I feel him throbbing underneath me. I pull back reluctantly to catch a breath and his lips chase after mine. I’m embarrassed to admit how much that one simple thing turned me on. One more hip roll and my orgasm unexpectedly washes over me. I shudder and collapse into his figure but don’t stop. The overstimulation has me moaning in his ear. His hips start to roll up and meet mine. His soft moaning turns becoming louder, mixing with mine. His hold tightens and then his hips shudder to a stop. The sound he makes, makes me want to go a second round.

He loosens his hold and I look down in between us. His cum is still coming out in spurts. The sight alone should be in a porno. I take my index finger and swipe a bit of cum. My eyes close as the tanginess hits my tongue. The sound of the doorknob makes us turn our heads in sync. I reach over for my wand and close his curtains around us.

“Who’s been fucking in here? Damn!” Dean exclaims from the doorway. I hide my face in Neville’s neck as we silently laugh.

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"We should take this back to my place," Jennifer said, voice smeared with seduction. Her lips were brushing against the shell of (Y/N)'s ear, the warmth of her breath hitting her skin caused shivers to run up and down (Y/N)'S body.

" 'Cause I really want you, baby girl..." (Y/N)'s breath hitches in the back of her throat and Jennifer notices her reaction immediately and her lips tug at the corner of her cheeks, the smile transforming into a sly smirk as she tilts her head to the side, tongue lightly brushing across her bottom lip before she spoke up again. "You okay, princess?" Jennifer purred, fluttering her eyelashes at (Y/N) as she waited for a response. "I'm fine." (Y/N) lied, giving Jennifer a false smile before she reached over, fingers curling around the half empty glass of alcohol beside her before she's pouring the liquid down her throat, grimacing slightly as the burn spreads through her body, causing her body to grow warm.

(More warmer than how she was feeling, which somehow was possible.) "So? What's the answer? You going to come or not?" Jennifer questioned, the smirk across her face seemed to only grow wider. She knew exactly what kind of affect she was having on the younger girl and she was loving every single second of it.

'I am going to be coming. Maybe not in the way you're thinking, though.... or I hope in the way you're thinking..' (Y/N) thought to herself. Instead of answering, (Y/N) bites her bottom lip before mumbling out, "Yeah, let's go." She reached over then, taking Jennifer's hand with her own. They laced their fingers together and pushed through the crowd of people, making their way outside and motioned over a taxi that was nearby. Quickly, they got inside of the vehicle once it came over and gave the driver directions to Jennifer's apartment. The driver nodded as he typed the address into his phone.

He glances both ways before heading out onto the road, the bar that was Melody Lane slowly disappearing into the background until it was out of their perspective.

All that was left behind was nothing but deep and thick fog in its' place. The car ride was silent but (Y/N) was pretty positive she wasn't the only one whose mind was flooding with curiosity. She was also quite sure her panties were flooding with arousal, too.

She shifted slightly, giving Jennifer an almost shy smile when the black haired girl turned to her, giving her a questioning look. (Although, (Y/N) knew better. She knew damn fucking well Jennifer understood why (Y/N) was being so fidgety. She was acting innocent, sure, but Jennifer Check was far from 'innocent'.) The air was full of sexual tension and heavy breathing. From the bar to her apartment complex, it seemed like an entirety to get there. The fidgeting only seemed to grow worse, the dampness in (Y/N)'s underwear only grew heavier, wetter.

It didn't help Jennifer was now continuously stealing glances every so often in (Y/N)'s direction while biting her lower lip and moving her hair out of the way to reveal her cleavage.

Through the thin layer of cloth, (Y/N) noted that her nipples were round and hard, almost as if they were begging to be touched.

(Y/N) reached forward only slightly but dismissed herself and sat on her hands instead, keeping her hands to herself. She wanted her so badly. (Y/N) wanted to feel her lips and taste the flavor of her Chapstick onto hers.

Of course, she also wanted to see how Jennifer would act when she'd crawl down in between her thighs and flicked her tongue against her clit...

Her legs would be separated on either side of her, mouth parted as breathless moans flood from her lips.

She'd beg an infinite amount of times, weeping, moaning and whining, all for (Y/N) to hurry along with it. And once (Y/N) finally shoved her face into the part that Jennifer needed her the most at, Jennifer would gasp and squeal, bucking her hips forward as she'd ride (Y/N)'s tongue, her whimpers turning into silent screams as she'd chant (Y/N)'s name, over and over again until she finally let loose and released herself all over (Y/N)'s face and down her mouth. (Y/N) pictured it so well, as if it was already happening. Goddammit.... how fucking long was Jennifer's apartment from Melody Lane?! Surely, it didn't take that damn long, does it? If she could have, (Y/N) would have pushed Jennifer in the back of the cab, pinning her down against the faux leather seats and had her way with her, right then and there.

However, there'd be more space in her apartment than in the back of a taxi cab.

So, (Y/N) decided against that decision. Plus, having sex in the back of a vehicle wasn't thrilling to her. (Okay, maybe a little bit.... but she still wanted to give Jennifer the time of her life and by doing so, she believed it'd be best to do it at her flat.) If she could, (Y/N) would have already pushed her in the back of the cab and had her way with her right then and there.

However, there would be more room at her flat and in her apartment so (Y/N) decided against that.

Jennifer and (Y/N) are quick to get out their wallets and hand him $20 each, not caring that the ride itself was only $12.

The two girls thank him before opening the doors and scattering out of the car.

Rushing up the building stairs and into the main entrance of the apartment, they're quick to fly up the staircase and storm to her room. Each step that she took, the wetter (Y/N) was getting, she could feel the wetness slipping out from her underwear and sliding down her thighs. She had to have her. Make her moan. Taste Jennifer on her tongue. Make her cum.... again and again, over and over. As soon as she unlocked the door, (Y/N) pushed her up against the wall, inning her arms above her head, too. (Y/N) couldn't wait another fucking second. Shutting the door behind her with the end of her foot, (Y/N) then smashed her lips onto Jennifer's once they're inside her flat.

A throaty moan escapes the back of (Y/N)'s throat as Jennifer's hands had found their way down into her jeans and through her panties, her fingers circling over (Y/N)'s throbbing clit.

"Already so wet for me......" She cooed, her index finger curls over to collect a dime sized amount of wetness from (Y/N)'s cunt before she's putting said finger into her mouth, sucking on her digit as she sighs deeply, fluttering her eyes closed at the taste that floods in her mouth. "You taste so fucking good, baby... Here, have a try." Jennifer rubs her thumb over (Y/N)'s core again, collecting more of her arousal before she's placing her finger inside of (Y/N)'s mouth, parting her lips open and slides her index down her tongue, watching the way the juices drip down from her tongue, pooling at her chin.

"Lick it up, baby. Want to see you taste yourself. How do I know you're going to be good at eating my pussy if you don't enjoy your own cunt?" She teased with an arched eyebrow. "You do want to eat my pretty pussy out, don't you? If not, well.... that's a first. I have men and women lined up, just to get a taste of what's in between my thighs. You should be, oh, so lucky to have me here —" Jennifer's rambling comes to a pause due to (Y/N) pushing her down against the couch, like earlier, she pins her arms above her head. "Shut up, would you? Or do I have to quiet you myself?" Jennifer's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and a smirk painted across her lips. She wets her mouth before humming in reply, bucking her hips upward, her clothed cunt hitting against (Y/N)'s thigh. "Do your worst." She replied. (Y/N) was quick to stand to her feet and strip out of her jeans — which were way too fucking tight, she made a mental note to get jeans that aren't so skinny next time she's around Jennifer and the two wish to fool around — once they're off completely, as well as her underwear, she straddles Jennifer's face and sinks herself right onto her mouth, forcing Jennifer to eat her out.

"How do I know you're good at eating pussy, hm?" (Y/N) echoed, copy-catting what Jennifer had said. "Eat it like you mean it, you slut. You wanted a good time, didn't you, hm? Then please me first and maybe, just maybe, I'll do the same for you." (Y/N) spat before she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, a longing satisfied sigh trailing off of her tongue as she feels Jennifer beginning to use her own mouth against her heat and soaking core. "That's it...." (Y/N) purred, her hand falling down as her fingers meet with Jennifer's long, tangle-freed black hair, fingers curling around the strands as she gropes it tightly in her fist. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Always so willing to please and pleasure.... Eat my pussy, babe, want to feel your tongue everywhere, deep inside me.... I want to feel you sucking on my clit... Supposedly, you're good at sucking dick... Wanna see if that's true when it comes to my clit." Jennifer nodded and mewled against (Y/N), sending a small wave of vibrations against her core, thus causing (Y/N) to moan in reply.

"Fuck.... such a good whore, aren't you, Check? You like having your face buried between my pussy, huh? Oh.... that's right, you can't say anything. Mouth's a bit too busy at the moment, isn't it?" (Y/N) giggled as she swayed her hips back and forth, her moans getting heavier and lower as Jennifer guides her tongue back and forth; up and down ; left and right, doing exactly as (Y/N) had told her to do. (Like the good whore she was.) Jennifer was a little taken back at how quickly the roles were reversed, her being the submissive and (Y/N) being the dominate. She wasn't going to lie, she wasn't used to this.

She was expecting to play the dominate role, especially with the way (Y/N) was acting earlier at the bar but now, here she was, suffocating in between the thighs of her long lasting childhood crush, (Y/N) (L/N).

Besides Needy, (Y/N) was Jennifer's best friend. The two had met not long after Needy and Jennifer had. Needy held a birthday party when she was younger and besides Jennifer, (Y/N) was the only one who showed up. "Who are you?" asked Jennifer with a frown on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she gave a questioning look to the girl. "I'm (Y/N). I'm Needy's neighbor," the girl explained, giving Jennifer a toothless grin as she reached her arm out. "You're Jennifer, right? Needy's told me lots about you." "Needy's never said a word about you," Jennifer said in a matter of fact tone. Needy, who was in the middle of them both, sighed and shook her head. "My Mom said to play nice, Jennifer... (Y/N)'s a good friend, I promise." "Promise. I don't bite." (Y/N) reassured. "Besides, I brought cupcakes and cookies! Needy told me your favorites were chocolate chip and peanut butter..... so I begged my Mom to let me buy them for the party." "Well, duh! Everybody likes those kinds of cookies.... you'd be weird if you didn't." Jennifer said, once again in a matter of fact tone. She did not like the fact Needy had another best friend. Jennifer was her best friend and Needy was Jennifer's best friend! That's just the way it worked. You couldn't have multiple best friends... could you? (Y/N) giggled and shook her head. "You're silly, Jennifer. C'mon, let's go get some snacks and juice." Needy nodded in agreement and off they went to eat snacks and fill themselves up on sugary treats and boxes of apple juice. "Here," Needy said once the night had ended. She handed (Y/N) a bracelet and Jennifer one that matched (Y/N)'s. "Their friendship bracelets. They match mine, too." Needy helped up hers, proving to the two all three of their bracelets matched all together. "So, we'll always be the best of friends. No matter what." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear, happiness blossoming across her face as she smiled widely. She then pulled Needy and Jennifer to her, pulling them into a big group hug. "Best friends, no matter what!"

After Needy started dating Chip, Jennifer and (Y/N) got closer. Jennifer was still a little bit unsure how she felt towards (Y/N) but (Y/N) had always been nothing but nice and kind, even when Jennifer would say rude things about her appearance.

Even when Jennifer would clearly stand (Y/N) up at the movies or an event that the two planned together. (Y/N) was always forgiving. No matter what. It was so... easy to control and take advantage of (Y/N) and toy around with her heart and her feelings. This is why she thought she'd be the dominate role tonight. After years of constant torture and hateful comments, Jennifer suspected she'd play that role and continue with that behavior.

She couldn't be more wrong. But.... she couldn't be more happy, either, with the way everything was playing out. Jennifer realized a few years earlier how much she truly enjoyed teasing and taunting (Y/N). She's a bitch, everyone — herself included — knew that. Jennifer Check was a total asshole, she owned that title. Everyone knew this. However, the more she had hung out with (Y/N), the more she realized she was only playing that character to see how far she could go pushing the girl's buttons until she broke and gave Jennifer all the Hell that she had given from the very beginning.

Tonight, so it would seem, was the day that (Y/N) took charge completely. And honestly? Jennifer was fine with that. "Hey," came (Y/N)'s voice, the grip on Jennifer's hair got tighter, bringing Jennifer back onto earth and away from her thoughts.

"Who said you could stop? Continue eating me, you bitch. I never said you could quit. You're going to continue eating this pussy out until I cum all over your face and down your throat, understand, baby?" Jennifer whined, loving the way (Y/N) was talking to her. She deserved every ounce of degradation. She deserved to be talked so lowly, so down upon.

Especially with her doing the same to (Y/N) for several years, it was well much needed and much deserved.

Jennifer lapped her tongue up and down (Y/N)'s folds, moaning against her cunt as she grew wetter, feeling the slickness in between her own thighs beginning to stick to her skin. "That's it," (Y/N) cooed, voice cracking as she moans. "You've got me so fucking close, Jen... you want me to release myself on your tongue, huh? Going to cum... going to cum just for you, baby.... oh, fuck..."

As soon as that sentence left her lips, Jennifer's lips are being soaked with (Y/N)'s orgasm, her juices splashing across her tongue and rushing down her throat.

Jennifer was practically getting drowned with (Y/N)'s orgasm and yet, somehow, she didn't seem to mind whatsoever. If this was the way to die, so be it. She'd be more than happy to die by pussy. "Fuck.... Jen," (Y/N)'s voice came out shaky as she slowly got off of her face and slid down to rest between Jennifer's thighs, not thinking twice before she tore the skirt down her legs.

One moment, Jennifer is having her face full of cunt and pussy juice and not even a millisecond later, (Y/N) is shoving her face into Jennifer's pussy, lapping her tongue up and down her slit as if she was starving for it.

As if she was waiting forever to devour into her cunt. (Which.... is partially true. (Y/N) had been waiting to eat her best friend out, since, like... forever.) "Oh, fuck! (Y/N)!" It was exactly like she visualized it, Jennifer was a withering, moaning little mess. And (Y/N) wanted to continue to make a mess upon her.

"Please, don't stop, please don't stop." Jennifer begged, fingers itching forward to rest against (Y/N)'s cheek, her thumb brushing across her blemish free skin.

"Your skin is so smooth," Jennifer said suddenly, not thinking much about it, "What product have you been using?" (Y/N) giggled before she looked up, her chin and upper lips glistening underneath the pale fluorescent lights that hung above on the ceiling.

"Just some cheap dollar brand shit I found at the local store. Glad it's working... Now, shut up, will you? Can't a gal enjoy her feast without interruption?" Jennifer huffed but nodded, leaning more comfortably onto the cushions of the couch. "Yes, ma'am," She laughed but the laughter is quick to be replaced with a squeak, as (Y/N) shoved not one but two of her fingers inside of Jennifer's cunt. "For someone whose slept with the entire football team, your pussy is fucking tight...." "Hey, how dare you! I've slept with the football and basketball team, thank you very much." "Whatever, either way, you're a slut, Jen. And yet, your pussy is so fucking tight...... too bad I don't have a cock to stuff you with. I suppose we'll just have to scissor, hm?" Jennifer's cheeks flared up and she nodded almost desperately. "Yes, fuck, yes please... I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine, please," "Such an eager whore, God damn..." (Y/N) giggled before she took her fingers away and straddled Jennifer's lap before she slowly sunk herself down, her clit meeting with Jennifer's.

Before either one said or did anything else, (Y/N) shoved her fingers down Jennifer's throat, forcing her to taste herself.

Happily, Jennifer swirled her tongue across (Y/N)'s fingers, moaning at the taste of herself. Slowly, but surely, (Y/N) rocked her hips back and forth, dropping her hand down to rest against Jennifer's breast. "Oh.... fuck," Jennifer threw her head back and fluttered her eyelids closed at the sensation that blossomed over her.

"That feels so good... love the feeling of your clit against mine," Jennifer whined. (Y/N) nodded before she's squeezing Jennifer's nipple with her index finger and thumb. Jennifer gasps and arches her back upward, trying her hardest from the position she was in to meet with (Y/N)'s thrusts. "You make me feel so fucking good, fuck...." Jennifer moaned, her left hand coming within contact of (Y/N)'s nipple. She fondles with her breast while (Y/N) does the same with Jennifer's. "And only I can make you feel good from now on, do you understand?" (Y/N) growled, twisting Jennifer's nipple once more, just a bit harder this time. "Fuck!" Jennifer squealed but nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, yes (Y/N). I'm all yours." "Hm? Say that again? Who does the famous Jennifer Check belong to?" "You! (Y/N), you! I belong to you. I'm yours." "There we go, such a good girl, fuck.... I love you so much," (Y/N)'s quick to lean forward and crash her lips against Jennifer's. "A-Ah... I love you too, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to admit that but I do, I love you, (Y/N)..." Jennifer murmurs before she's kissing (Y/N) back fully. The room was silent other than their breathless moans and whiny, desperate whimpers. (Of course, the wetness of their pussies rubbing against one another, too.) "You're mine. Nobody can have you or touch you. Only I can. Only I can make you feel this good. D'ya understand?" (Y/N) says as she pulls back from the heated make out session, only to lean down, her mouth coming within contact of Jennifer's skin, sucking deep and purple marks against her neck. "Yours.... Yours, (Y/N)." Jennifer mewled, closing her eyelids as her best friend - slash - girlfriend marked her, claiming her as hers and only hers.

"Good girl," (Y/N) whispers against Jennifer's ear, adding a bit of pressure down against her clit, rubbing her cunt roughly against Jennifer's.

This causes heat to rise to Jennifer's cheeks and make goosebumps to trail up and down her body, a tingly sensation zig-zagging this way and that across her spine.

"Baby, I'm going to cum..." Jennifer announced. "Baby, please..." "Going to be my good girl and cum for me, huh? You going to be my good girl and cum for me? Go on then. Cum for me, Jennifer." Jennifer gasps, her hands falling from where it had been at (Y/N)'s chest down to her own as she digs her fingernails into her skin, getting closer and closer to her reach. Then, finally, she comes with a loud shriek.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" Almost instantly, (Y/N) comes with her too, panting and breathing heavy as she does so. The two take a minute or two to get their breathing back in control before (Y/N) crawls off of Jennifer and plops down at her feet. "I didn't expect that to happen tonight..." (Y/N) said, looking over at Jennifer with a laugh. "Neither did I... I was actually supposed to see a band tonight. Low Shoulder, I think it was called but Needy called out the last second. I was plastered the moment I saw you and well, figured I'd tease you just to tease you like per usual... didn't think this was going to happen," Jennifer confirmed, her cheeks flushing as she admits that statement.

"I think this was a lot more better than seeing that band, though." Jennifer confirmed with a nod of her head. "Oh, yeah? Pussy whipped already?" "Oh, shut up," Jennifer groaned, reaching for the pillow that had fallen earlier, she flings it over at (Y/N)'s head. "I always knew you had a thing for me," (Y/N) said, ignoring the fact she had just been hit in the face with a pillow. "Really?" Jennifer questioned. "Mhm.... Needy told me, too." "That little skank! I knew I shouldn't have told her...." "Hey, if you hadn't, we probably wouldn't have been here tonight," (Y/N) informed. "Fair enough," Jennifer leaned forward and pressed a lovingly, tender kiss against (Y/N)'s cheek. "I'll have to thank her for introducing us..." "It reeks of sex in here — OH MY GOD. Did you somehow fucking forget I lived here, too!?" The couple were fast to pull back and away from each other but instead of feeling ashamed with themselves, they broke out in a fit of giggles.

At the doorway stood an embarrassed, red-faced Chip and an annoyed looking Needy. "Well.... now is your chance to tell her 'thank you', I guess..."