This Is Honestly So Sad

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ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 ➤ 𝑗𝑒𝑛𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑒𝑟 𝑐.

This story, like the rest, contains NSFW themes. If you don't like that, don't read it :)

This story features dirty talk, degradation, scissoring, fingering, oral (both giving and receiving.) I think that's it? I don't know how to tag. Yall should know this by now.

Enjoy! And leave a request or submissions if you have any other ideas :)

"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..."

IM IMAGINING A PT2 IN MY HEAD LMAO

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Summary: Sirius tells the story of how he met you in Azkaban.

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Sirius was nothing if not the human version of every upbeat song ever. He was warm, happy, and joked around a little too much. Even after the death of his best friend, even after he spent god knows how many years in Azkaban — the one thing he never let go was that smile on his face.

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Summary: As Loki tries to take over Earth, Thor is forced to come back and stop his brother. But there’s someone that wants to help too. What will happen when Natasha meets the beautiful heiress of the Asgardian throne?

Natasha Romanoff x Asgardian!Reader 

A/N: Canon divergence from the first Avengers film. Fluff, action, gay panic.

This was a request made by the amazing @jujuu23, and I really hope it is something you enjoy! I hope you have a wonderful day!!! 

“Barton’s been compromised” 

Coulson’s words echoed in Natasha’s head. It was hard for her to believe it still. Clint would never put himself in a position of danger, not when he had so much to lose.

And yet, she was seeing it with her own eyes. Fury had called everyone he could find; Tony, Steve and Thor were ready to attack. 

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— 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Joel Miller x afab!fem reader

— 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7k

— 𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Ellie finds an old chessboard somewhere in Jackson and asks you to teach her how to play. Joel joins and isn’t too happy about loosing three times against you.

— 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ content (minors dni!), age gap (reader is in her mid twenties, Joel is early fifties), sex, p in v, unprotected sex, vaginal fingering, dirty talk, use of whore (like once), pet names (darling, sweetheart, angel), multiple orgasms, they do it on the table, cum eating, bit of angst, insecure Joel, canon divergency, probably ooc Joel and Ellie, mentions of death and loss, alcohol consumption, confessing feelings. Let me know if I missed something!

a/n: this one’s a bit rushed but I wanted to post it before my birthday so I apologize if it isn’t great. Anyways, I’m writing a second Javi fic, so if you liked 𝐌Í𝐀 I’m certain you’re going to love the next one:)

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"You're cheating." Ellie rambles, standing up to get a better view of the board and analyze it from different angles. You can't help but giggle at her childish attitude, cause it truly brought a certain joy to the dynamic. "Hey! It's not funny."

"How could I cheat? You were watching my game the whole time." You defend you case, raising your hands in a sign of peace but gaining a glare from the girl.

"I don't know, you're the one who's teaching me." In that moment, you hear the crack of the front door opening, but none of you bother to stand and greet the main resident of the house, too busy in your own matters.

"Look, I'm playing fair. I am simply older and more experienced than you." Ellie grimaces and sits back on the chair, both arms crossed over her chest. "But try not to feel too bad. I've always been really good at chess."

Joel enters the dining room and walks right past you, going straight to the kitchen. You guess he's either going for a beer or to pour some whiskey into his favorite glass. Always the same routine every weekend: he would come home late with absolutely no explanations as to where he was, drink something strong and spend some time with both of you before heading to bed.

"You must be a really good strategist, then." She replies, amused. "I’ve heard this game is all about that. Strategies."

When you're about to respond, the man's heavy footsteps get closer as he comes to the room once again and leans back on the wall opposite to you, a glass of whiskey on his hand. His grayish hair is messy and his eyes seem to shine brighter under the warm light hanging over your heads when he looks at you intently. Often, he would appear exhausted after being off all day, but tonight it was different. Something about him was, but you couldn’t quite pinpoint it.

Ellie must've sensed a shift in the air, since she changed her approach in a second. "Joel, you're pretty ancient. I bet you know how to play."

You hold back your laughter at her mocking comment, reaching the board to rearrange the pieces. He cocked an eyebrow in her direction, straightening his posture nonchalantly.

"I'm more of a poker man," he retorts with a distant air, diverting his gaze to Ellie.

"Poker?" You frown as he comes your way, but doesn't take a sit just yet. "I didn't take you for a gambler, Miller."

He sets the glass down on the table, leaning over the chair next to you with a smirk. "M'not. There’s many ways of playing other than betting your money, f’you know what I mean.”

Your eyes widen at his response, taken aback. So he meant like… The one were you end up naked. “Now, I would’ve expected that from Tommy, but you? That’s a surprise.”

He shrugs, faded smile still on his lips.

You remembered what Ellie once told you, ‘he does that whenever you’re around,’ she had said in a meditative tone, ‘smile, I mean. It’s kind of creepy cause… y’know, he never does.’ Perhaps that’s why she acted differently every time you three were together.

“Yeah, whatever.” The girl grumbles. “Can you play chess or not? I need someone to take revenge for me.”

Joel takes a seat beside you, slowly, glancing over the board before sipping from his drink again. He looks back at Ellie, whose eyes were sparkling with excitement. The man sighs in defeat, well aware that he just couldn’t say no to her. A dad reflex, maybe, but it worked out in her favor and she’d take advantage of it as much as she could.

“Fine. I call black.” You nod in agreement and the younger one leans on her elbows for a better view. “Either way, I know you like making the first moves. Ain’t that right, darlin’?”

Your first reaction was almost choking on your own saliva. Honestly, how dare he say something like that in front of Ellie? Did he suddenly forget that she was fourteen and terribly clever? Had he lost his mind? Also, he never called you by anything other than your name whenever she was around, so this whole situation felt like a personal attack.

“You okay over there?” Ellie asked, slightly concerned at your incessant coughing.

“Yeah…” you give him a dirty look and press a hand to your chest, making the first move with a white pawn. “Could you bring me some water? I think my soul might’ve left my body.”

“Sure.” She quickly answers, standing up. Joel doesn’t say anything else, his mind focused only on the game now.

It had all happened last weekend.

Thinking in retrospective, your relationship with him had always been ambiguous. You couldn’t quite recall when he actually started talking to you and not just ‘bear with your presence’, nor when his invitations to come over to his place started coming from him and not Ellie.

At first, it was simply you and her. Bonding was easy, despite her sharp character. She looked up to you, for whatever reason that might be, and that smoothed things. Joel was a completely different story. He acted like you didn’t exist, as if you were merely another bug roaming his house. Though when he saw how good your friendship with Ellie was, his brusque behavior started to fade, or at least settle down somehow.

Sooner than later you started coming over to make dinner, or teach the teenager how to bake some of the recipes your grandmother had thought you -more like you’d do everything while she chatted to keep you entertained-. But truth be told, it became more of an excuse to see him.

Honestly, you were doomed since the very beginning. There was undeniably no way you would’ve been able to escape Joel Miller’s silent charm. His presence became a constant need to you, and you’d often find yourself relating certain things to him. Smoke, denim, pills, booze, watches and boots, to mention a few. To you, he was all gray and blue, merging in the best way possible.

You didn’t expect him to thank you for taking care of them. Them. Not just Ellie, him too. Or that he’d suddenly show up to places you would frequent, which made you wonder, could he possibly feel the same way? Sure, it could’ve been a simple coincidence… If it weren’t for the stolen looks you’d often share. Though his face rarely reflected any interest in you, his piercing gaze would frequently burn your skin every time you were hanging out with other men.

Two weeks ago, Maria had been held back from patrol due to her pregnancy, and you were called to fill up her place. The thing is, you were supposed to leave with Tommy, but somehow ended up with his older brother, riding at dawn in utter silence and searching for a prey to hunt. It wasn’t particularly uncomfortable, yet it allowed you to watch him more attentively: his broad shoulders and sturdy back, the dark graying hair that, in some way, made him more attractive. And then your mind, went to some… Darker places.

How would his big, manly hands feel cupping your breasts? Flashy images of his rough, calloused fingers pinching your nipples meandered your mind. His face buried between your legs, his mustache tickling your…

“You ‘kay there, sweetheart?” He had asked, abruptly taking you out of your freakish daydreaming. “You seem distracted.”

Well, that was a way of putting it. “Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just…” you babbled, “I hate the rifle.” Joel glanced back at you with a stiff, confused expression. “If I shoot this thing, I’ll feel the kickback on my shoulders and back for at least two weeks from now.”

The horses were stagnant, waiting by the trees while you took a stroll nearby, keeping an eye for any sort of animal that would serve for dinner.

“Show me.” He said, internally amused by your inquiring expression. “Show me how you hold it.”

“Oh…” You compeled, in spite of the anxiety his stern eyes brought upon you.

“You’re doin’ it wrong.” He grunted, coming to approach you, still holding the position.

You scowled, raising a brow to him but not daring to move a muscle. “Maybe you’re just making me nervous, did you think about that?”

Joel plants himself behind you, staying so close that you could feel the warmth of his body through the many layers of clothing. Your heartbeat races when his hand rearranges the rifle on your elbow, unintentionally wrapping his arms around you.

“You need to hold it like this.” His tone was low but still firm. “Keep it up.” You feel his chest pressed to your back and his face near yours, making it hard to breathe.

You can’t bring yourself to look at him, cause if your head turns even a little, you fear the distance between you might as well disappear. His hand holds your wrist steady, the other one going from your elbow to your waist in a tight grip that makes you gasp.

“Do I make you nervous?” He questioned, without letting you go. Paying no mind to the way your nerves buzzed and ears rang at the proximity, you slowly nodded. “Are you afraid of me?”

His doubt made your heart jump and knit your brows together. “No. I trust you.” Joel’s breath hit your temple and it took all the self control in your body not to get rid of the distance.

“You shouldn’t.” Both his hands are on your waist in a firm grasp. He definitely noticed your flushed cheeks, the ragged breathing and constant desire to look at him. Like a damn teenager in love. You gulp, trying to regain composure.

“And why is that?” He didn’t answer, and every second that passed and his hands were still on you only made it worse. You needed to get closer or your lungs would crush under the weight of expectation. “Joel?”

You finally gave in, raising your head to face him. He was already looking down at you, eyes smitten and lost. A reflection of him you’d never seen before. Your gaze goes to his lips and inevitably lick your own before going up to his deep, brown eyes again.

Fucking hell, the man was mesmerizing.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’re leaning forward, completely forgetting about the rifle and the whole world around you. Your noses touch and your lips merely brush against each other’s. Instinctively, you close your eyes in hopes that he’d go for it.

But he didn’t.

Instead, his hand comes to arrange your posture again, murmuring a lazy ‘easy’ in your ear, that shared moment vanishing in thin air.

“When shooting a weapon this big, you gotta bring your strength from your torso and legs.” And then he acted like nothing happened; nevertheless, he was perfectly aware of the effect he had on you. “That way it won’t hurt after.”

Well shit. Now you had screwed up.

This man was like a father to Ellie and you were not only infatuated with him, but also add to the list that you had purposely tried to kiss him. You were embarrassed, to say the least. Specially since it appeared that whatever feelings you had were one-sided.

Or so you thought, up until last Saturday.

You hadn’t talked with him about it. In fact, you hadn’t even been alone with him ever since. It was probably for the best, though, that way you wouldn’t have to humiliate yourself in front of him any further. Every time you happened to cross paths, he seemed aloof, more indifferent than usual.

It was pretty late, probably past midnight and Joel hadn’t yet arrived. You had spent all day with Ellie and now you were just waiting for his return, but she was growing tired and you didn’t think it was fair for her to stay up for too long.

“Go to bed, okay? I’ll wait for him.” You told her with a smile.

“Nah, don’t worry. I’m not even…” whatever she was going to say got cut off by her yawn.

“Right. You were saying?” She rolled her eyes and snorted at your victorious air.

“Fine. But promise you won’t stay for too long. I’d hate to know you didn’t get any sleep because of me.” You agreed and said everything would be fine, that she had nothing to worry about.

So you waited there on his living room, reading old crappy magazines about celebrity gossip while facing the crackling fire that kept the house warm. It was easy to lose track of time this way, therefore, when the door opened at last, you had no idea how long you had been waiting around. You rushed to his encounter, but you were totally unprepared for what happened next.

“Jesus Christ, Joel. Are you- shit…” the man standing ahead was someone you knew, but could barely recognize. The side of his face was bleeding, a cut going from his temple to the cheekbone and there were bruises scattered around it. He was sweating and you could swear he was about to faint.

You closed the door behind him, tugging his shoulder to drag him inside, all the way to the kitchen. Despite his rumbles of protest, Joel allowed you to do it, putting up no resistance. His mind was screaming at him to tell you that you should leave and that he didn’t need any help. But he was too fucking exhausted and you were being so kind and warm… He just couldn’t bring himself to do it, ignoring the part of his brain that kept telling him ‘you’ll regret this later’. For once in a very long time, he was being irrational, letting another part of him take control; or rather lose it completely.

You sat him down on a chair and took a clean towel, wetting it with cold water to treat the wound. In addition, you also took the bottle of whiskey that he kept locked away where Ellie wouldn’t find it, pouring him a glass. He gulps it down straight away.

Joel observes your every move closely. Your steady hands going to his chin and raising his face to the light, the way your features drown in concern and your dazzling eyes examine the injury. His skin burnt there where you touched him and it was becoming hard for him to keep his mind focused, growing dizzier with pain and intoxicated by your perfume. He really shouldn’t be feeling this way, and it burdens him to know it. Your lovely, young self shouldn’t be an object of his desire; and the fact that you were what he wanted the most was killing him achingly slow.

Because, even if you did want him back, what good could it possibly come from the whole thing? He’d just hold you back. There were plenty of other men in Jackson that could offer you things he certainly couldn’t. Yeah, that was it. He was way too corrupted to be deserving of someone like you.

“Does it hurt too much?” You muttered while getting rid of the blood, careful not to be too harsh.

“S’okay, angel.” The name-calling wasn’t something you usually liked. It sounded condescending coming from other men, but when he did it, your stomach fluttered. “Were you waiting for me?”

You nod vaguely, “I was worried.” His eyes bore into yours and your heart skips a beat. “I mean we. We were worried.”

“Right…” He noticed how your fingers brushed the hair out of his face tenderly, his self-control threatening to crumble under your touch with every second that went by. His hand takes your wrist, preventing you from keeping up your work. For a moment, he says nothing, simply staring at you fixedly. “I think you should leave.” He blurts out, letting go of you.

Oh, there they were. Those mixed signs that you always seemed to misinterpret.

You groan in exasperation, leaving the bloody towel beside the bottle of alcohol. “I’m just trying to help.”

“I don’t need your pity.” Joel was being petty and his deliver managed to hurt a little. But you would not give him that much power, at least not without putting up a fight.

“It’s not about that and you know it.” You cross both arms over your chest and sit on the edge of the table, determined to get out of that agog that wouldn’t let you sleep. “Why are you pushing me away?”

He rubs a hand over his face, taking his time to retort and avoiding your eyes. “I can’t give you what you want.”

You laugh sardonically, challenging him. “And what is that?” His gaze is disdainful and rude, but you don’t let him intimidate you. “Are you afraid?”

If you were anyone else, you’d be shaking with fear. Joel was tough, to the point where some might call him cynical. But you knew he wouldn’t hurt you. His goal was to scare you off.

“Go. I don’t need you here.” You don’t move an inch, resolved to bring an end to whatever this was and ignoring his vicious glare.

“No,” you huffed.

“I told you to leave.” He was getting pissed, his voice trembling with anger and the cold words slicing the tense air.

“And I said no. I don’t take orders from you.” His lips were sealed in a fine line, eyes feisty. “Be honest with me and then I’ll see myself out.”

Silence again. A more prolonged one in which none of you had the bravery to come forward. Every second that went on and nothing happened was a torture you could not endure. That was it then, you’d made a fool of yourself yet again.

“Fine.” Your voice comes out unsteady from choking down the tears as you stand up straight, set on leaving all these feelings behind.

But right when you walk by his side, Joel’s hand grabs your arm softly. His grip wasn’t strong enough to hold you back if you really wanted to go, kind of like he was unsure about his own actions.

“Push me away.” He pleads. And it sounds desperate, as if the whole situation caused him agony. “Please, push me away.”

Your wet your lips, astonished by how guilty he appeared when practically begging you to stay away, “I can’t,” you respond, “I won’t.”

There was no turning back now. He had trapped himself on purpose and jeopardized everything the moment he laid his hand on you. The minute your eyes found each other’s, he realized he’d just lost all willpower that remained.

Joel pulled you closer and the sudden action almost made you trip, forcing you to place both hands on his chest to stay still. Something flicked in his eyes, something you couldn’t quite comprehend. But you took it as a sign to fully give in to your desires, as long as he’d permit it. You sit on his lap, solely enjoying the moment. His face, despite the beating, was ever so beautiful. It wasn’t fair. If he wanted you too, why did he have make it this difficult? Perhaps he was simply… Insecure.

“What have you done to me, sweetheart?” He asked, voice strained as he looks down at your lips. Your fingertips gently trace the edges of his face.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand.” One of his hands covers your thigh and the other rests on his knee.

“Do you like playin’ around with an old man like me?” You can’t help but laugh a bit, your thumb going across his bottom lip. “Is this what you want? A sweet thing like you can do so much better.”

“I don’t care for boys, or any other men for that matter.” His chest swells at your words. “I like you, Joel. Is that so hard to believe?” The man swears you can feel his heart thumping against his ribs when he whispers a barely audible ‘yes’. His honesty moved you and grew a weird feeling in your chest that impelled you to prove him wrong.

In response, you lastly get rid of that awful distance, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and feeling the unfamiliar tickle of his mustache. It was stubborn at first, but he caved in eventually, kissing you back slowly. He took his time to relish on your taste before deepening the kiss, manhandling you on top of him. Joel’s hands are on your lower back and the nape of your neck as his tongue explores your mouth in depth, letting go of himself. You moaned in between the kiss, drunken by every light stimulation, which only spurred him on and turned the situation hungrier, more desperate.

“Joel…” you pull back, laying your forehead against his. “I have to go.”

You feel him chuckle at your declaration. “Seriously? Now?” His tone was raspy and faint.

“I don’t want to.” You assure with a pout, “But I fear that if I stay, this won’t end in a simple kiss. And Ellie’s upstairs, remember?” He agreed it was for the best, but still couldn’t seem to keep his hands to himself, asking you to stay the night even if he had to sleep on the couch.

That was the night that started everything.

After that weekend, the way he acted changed radically. He remained with that grim, stoic exterior. Yet, he was brighter around you, more beaming. In public, he’d always find a way to touch you, even if it was merely a brief brush of skin. On bolder days, he’d pull you apart from a crown and take you somewhere darker to make out for as long as you could. Which wasn’t much, since everyone always appeared to have some sort of unresolved business with either of you.

Today, however, something was odd. Joel went off, as usual, and you stayed with Ellie, who had found an old, ragged chessboard somewhere in Jackson. A game that, as it turns out, you particularly loved.

That’s how you ended up here.

Three rounds afterwards, you keep winning and increasing his irritation.

“Checkmate.” You say for the fifth time tonight, giving him a triumphant smile, getting up from your seat to pour some whiskey into your glass.

“You’re cheating.” He barks, annoyed.

“See! I told you.” Ellie backed him up and the way they teamed up to bash you almost made you giggle.

“Suck it up, losers!” You shout from the kitchen, entertained by their resentment.

“Spill your secrets then, otherwise I will simply not be convinced.” She replies, glowering.

The drink nearly dissolves on your tongue and you leave the glass on the counter, coming to join them again. You rest both hands on her shoulders in a friendly gesture.

“My grandpa thought me when I was young. Before the outbreak, I mean.” Ellie turns her head to look at you in interest. “He got sick afterwards… Forgetful and amnesiac.” You explain, “Chess stimulated his brain and since I was his only family left, we would spend hours playing.” Joel’s chest feels heavy at the sight of your nostalgic smile. “We had a great time together. He… Passed away a couple years ago.” Ellie takes your hand on her own in a comforting manner, but you don’t feel particularly sad, simply emotional about the past. “Hey, kiddo. Didn’t you have a movie night with Dina today?”

“Shit!” Her eyes widen. “Thanks for the reminder, I totally lost track of time,” she gets up with an apologetic smile, “I’m gonna head out now.” She quickly takes a jacket and ties her hair up. “You guys can keep playing or… I don’t know, just don’t wait around for me.”

And just like that, you’re left alone.

After an entire week of sneaking around and behind everyone’s back, you’re finally alone.

There’s a shift in the air of the room and you narrow your eyes when you gape at him. “You think she knows something?”

He tilts his head to the side and finishes his whiskey. “Probably. Can’t know for sure.” The vague answer made you shrug, deciding to put a pin to it for later.

Now that no one was around, you were determined to have some fun, coming up with a plan that could escalate things between you. And he surely thought so too. It wouldn’t be difficult to get his attention, since he was constantly monitoring your every move. Being that way, you intentionally stand beside him when leaning to reorder the pieces, giving him a very good view of your ass.

“Another round?” You ask tauntingly, “Or are you already tired of getting defeated?”

He grunts, upset by the previous resolutions. “I’d like to play another game.” You turn around with a cheeky smile. “One that I won’t lose.”

“And what would that be?” He gives you a darkened, intense glance, his lips pursed in a smirk.

Joel Miller was a man of few words and he totally lived up to it. Instead of responding, he grabbed your hips and dragged your body to the side, so that you were now standing between his legs, lingering against the edge of the table. You swallow hard, meeting his heavy gaze from above him. It made your pulse raise and blood rush, igniting something that you haven’t quite felt with anyone else yet. He presses a kiss to your clothed abdomen, eyes never wandering from yours as he lowers his lips to your pelvis, lifting your shirt leisurely.

“Look at you, darlin’. All flustered and I’ve barely done anything.” Your chest rises and falls methodically, the atmosphere feeling dense despite the chilly air. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips when he starts laying open-mouthed kisses along your exposed belly, sending shivers through your whole body, “Off,” he motions at your clothes.

You do as told, getting rid of the shirt and tossing it to the floor. His big, warm hands strain your movements as he explores your skin, kissing all the way up to the valley of your breasts.

“Joel…” you take a fistful of his hair and pull at it mildly, just enough to yank his head backwards and bring your lips together, swallowing a whimper from him.

The kiss is ambitious, all teeth and tongue, as if you had been craving each other for long and had just barely given in. He swiftly stands up and sits you at the end of the table, spreading your knees to settle in between your thighs. He parts from your mouth and traces your jawline, neck and collarbones, nibbling and sucking the sensitive skin, lightly scraping it with his facial hair. You were a mess at this point, panting and tugging at him as if you were about to collapse. But then he stops, breathing heavily against your chest and looking up to you with dark, lustful eyes.

“What- Did I do something wrong?” You stutter with uncertainty.

“Ain’t nothing wrong, angel.” His hand rests heavy on your thigh, a mischievous grin painted on his face. “But I told you we’d play a different game, didn’t I?”

This new side of him was exciting in many ways possible and whatever it was he wanted to do, you were certain it was going to be fun. And, possibly, a bit tortuous. You peer at him in expectation.

“Make your move.” He commanded, pointing the board with a succinct head movement. You obligue, choosing a random pawn and moving it with shaky hands while struggling to think straight. The man hums and decides to mirror your tactic. “Keep goin’.”

Next thing you know his fingers unhook your bra and you have to make a quick choice in spite of all the distractions. At the end, you go for a horse, barely capable of register anything other than his hands taking off the piece of clothing. After contemplating your scheme, he moves another pawn in return.

“Shit.” He hissed at the sight of your exposed tits, nipples hard from the cold air and arousal. “Focus.”

You weren’t sure if that last order was for him or for you, but either way the game kept going. He had enough attention span to grope your breasts and tweak your nipples between the pads of his calloused fingers, while also moving the chess pieces around. You couldn’t say the same for yourself; a louder moan escaping your lips when he replaced his fingers with his mouth.

The more ministrations he provided, the harder it became to make strategic moves. But you were determined not to let him win, regardless of the ache between your legs and the growing wetness in your panties that he refused to attend.

“Joel, I…” He takes away one of your rooks, his lips attached to your neck and hands caressing your inner thighs. “I need more.”

He huffs a laugh that vibrates through your lower body. “That right, angel? Tell me what you want.”

You take away his only bishop left and hear him growl at his approaching defeat. “Touch me, please.”

“Where?” His scent fogs your senses, so manly and distinctive of him, growing the need to feel him in any way possible. “Words, sweetheart.”

“I need your fingers in my cunt, Joel.” You spit out, watching his Adam’s apple bob up and down his throat and increasing his arousal with your lack of coyness. “Please.”

“Anything for my pretty girl.” He unbuttons your pants and slides one hand inside, palming your pussy over the underwear, altering your breathing pattern and moving the queen with his free hand. “Fuck, you’re drippin’.” You grind against his hand and his grip on your waist tightens to keep you still as he kneads circles on your clit over the thin fabric. “Your turn, darlin’.”

The game carries on at the same time as he moves your panties aside and slides two thick fingers inside your entrance, his thumb still fondling your nub slowly. You can’t keep your moans at low and the stimulation picks up when he curls his digits to hit your right spots. All that can be heard in the room is the cracking wood of the fireplace and the squelching sounds of your pussy.

“Jesus Christ, Joel…” you cry out his name, burying your face on the crook of his neck, grabbing the soft flannel in your fists and spilling all your whimpers into his ear, delighting yourself with the way he smelt. He groans at the feeling of your bare chest pressed to him, his cock throbbing painfully at every sound you’d make.

“You like that, darlin’? You like to fuck my fingers on top of this table like a needy little whore?” You clench around him and throw your head back, a new wave of slick coating all the way to his knuckles. “Ah, so you do like it.”

“Yes, Joel. I-” he speeds up his pace, greedily circling your clit in a way that makes your back arch, giving him a glorious view from his position.

“Fuck, you’re so hot. Been wanting to do this for so fuckin’ long…” He admits, peppering kisses all over your breasts.

“Me too. Thought about you when I-” your voice gets lost at the sudden feeling of heat settling on your lower stomach, building up your crescendo. “When I was alone.” Your confession only manages to prompt him further and make his movements more effective. You squirm under his touch, a hand messing his hair while the other holds his belt to keep him close.

He groans a deep ‘fuck’ at the pathetic sound you made. All because of him. No; all of them for him.

“Joel, I’m- shit, I’m close,” there’s a hotness on the pit of your stomach that extends to your legs.

“I know, angel.” He coos, his free hand brushing the hair out of your face. “Go ahead, do it.” His words are all it takes for your orgasm to hit, shocking every nerve on your body. He helps you come down from it, tracing soothing patterns on your bare skin as your body quivers from elation.

“Joel…” you whisper, both your hands on his belt and going to unbuckle it, watching as he takes both fingers to his lips and licks them clean.

“Sweet” he kisses you again, deeply. You happily return it with the same energy, nibbling at his bottom lip while your palm slides inside his jeans to feel up his bulge over the underwear. He muffles a moan in your mouth, his hot, hard cock twitching under your grip.

Your hand drifts inside his boxers to feel him directly, your thumb rubbing over the tip to spread the surprising amount of precum that oozed there. Joel gasped into your mouth, the sound prompting you further.

“Checkmate.” You tell him, pulling back only when you needed to breathe, guiding your finger to your tongue in order to taste him. “I won.”

His eyes divert to the board in awe, and you admire his mesmerized expression when he confirms that you had, in fact, won again. Joel comes back to dote on your devilish grin, fueled up by a new thrill of excitement.

“Fuck this…” he mutters through gritted teeth, mindlessly tossing the board to the side and letting it fall off the table along with all the pieces, making an absolute mess. It appears like he doesn’t even register any of it, going straight back to kissing you, his hands sliding your pants down your legs.

“Shit, Joel…” You can’t help but laugh at his reaction, encouraged by his sudden passion.

As your lips collide once again, you start to unbutton his shirt and he helps you out of your jeans, along with your very wet panties. He pushes your back against the wooden surface, holding you down with a hand around your neck.

“Winners that boast in their victory are only brats.” He snarls, taking his dick out for you to see. Your mouth waters at the sight of it: thick, bigger than you could’ve expected, the head swollen and glistening. “Brats need to be tamed.”

You whine when he parts your thighs even wider, teasing your slit with his tip, covering it in your slick and intentionally grazing your aching clit, urging you to grab his bicep for support.

“Can’t you just fuck me already?” You blurt out, the sensation only edging you more. “I might just cum again from all the teasing.”

His fingertip sweeps across your bottom lip, an eyebrow raised. “You really that sensitive, angel?” He questions, “Or is it just because of me?”

The inquiry nearly makes you crack up. Damn, the man was totally clueless. “Are you really that unaware of the effect you have on me?”

His stare reflects how pleased he is to hear that. “How many times did you beat me tonight, sweetheart?”

It takes an actual effort for you to recall and muster up an answer when he keeps toying with you so mercilessly. “Three, I presume.”

Joel’s hand slithers to your lower back, keeping you angled for him. “Then I’ll get you off three times.” Your heart jumps at the sentence and you look at him in disbelief. “Can you do that, angel?”

Three fucking times?

When your whole life men had only ever given you… None, practically. One at most, if you were lucky enough. And Joel mother-fucking Miller had the nerve to ask if you could handle three.

“Bet.” The answer is music to his ears, giving in once and for all as he enters you unhurriedly.

He’s so big and you feel him splitting you open exquisitely, the sensation fading any thoughts, beliefs or identities from your mind. Right now, all you know is him. It stings a little and it forces you to screw your eyes shut, letting out a small whine as he bottoms out, your nails digging on his arm.

“You’re doing s’good, baby.” He continues to say in midst of it, talking your way through it, “Taking me so well…” You think it’s somewhat unfair that he’s still fully clothed and you’re naked as the day you came; yet, at the moment your mind can’t even think of anything but his cock, buried deep inside you. “If something feels off or it becomes to much… Let me know and I’ll stop.” You nod, eagerness starting to scratch your insides.

“Yes. Now can you please, please start moving.” He holds back a chuckle, gazing at you from above, barely lifting your hips to feel more of him.

“Atta girl,” he obeys, thrusting his hips sharply and deep. “Look so pretty beggin’ to be fucked.” His big arm travels to the arch in your back, withdrawing and pushing in again, slowly losing his consciousness to pleasure.

“Fucking hell, you fill me up so good…” he moans gruffly at your comment, pulling you down on his cock as he picks up an unrelenting pace, hitting every right spot as if he knew them all by memory.

“Shit, you’re so tight,” Joel drags in an out, rejoicing himself in every high pitched moan you’d spill. Your legs wrap around his waist in an effort to keep him as close as you could.

The angle is very intimate, his whole body flushed against yours, warm and firm, while your hand snakes under his flannel to dig your nails on his bare shoulders, the other scratching his scalp delicately and Joel’s hot, erratic breaths hitting your face as you gape at him. It’s like everything else disappeared and it was all about the two of you and this moment of pure rapture. Unable to contain your urge, you search for his lips, kissing him one more time, the mixture of mint and alcohol in his mouth fogging your senses in the best way possible.

His tip nudges your g-spot relentlessly, the stretch his girth provided so satisfying that you clench around him as your second orgasm approaches, causing him to pull apart from the kiss and let out a sinful groan, deep from his throat, that sends a shudder up your spine. It all becomes too much; the friction of your delicate nipples with his shirt, his thick cock dragging against your walls and lastly, Joel’s teeth biting down the soft skin under your ear, his facial hair scraping deliciously. That is your cum button.

“That’s my girl, making a mess on my dick,” he fucks you through it, slowing down his pace and only pulling out when your legs tremble. “Say it darlin’, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, Joel…” he basks in the view of your fucked out self, looking up at him in a delirious state, eyes low, heat soared across your cheeks and lips plumped. “Shit, Miller,” you sit up, arm still hanging around his broad shoulders while his hard, throbbing cock rested against your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot, did you know that? It drives me insane.”

He laughs huskily, his big hand caressing the side of your face in a caring manner. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” he speaks softly, “I think I might’ve fucked you so hard I scrambled your brain.”

You actually crack up this time, pressing a kiss to his forehead and muttering an: “Idiot.” He grabs your thighs and methodically swirls your body, flushing your back against his chest. Without warning, he slams into you again, making you yelp at the sudden action.

“You’ve got a dirty mouth,” he pokes fun at you, “next time we’ll put it to use.” And the promise raises goosebumps on your skin.

This new position gave you the opportunity to feel him deeper, if that was even possible. His thighs and hips firm against yours, every single snap making you feel that delicious stretch he provided as your cunt envelopes him tightly. But you were already far too sensitive and every light touch added to his thrusts made your body feel weaker.

“Joel, I-” he holds you with an arm covering your waist, his fingers pinching your nipples. “Fuck, I won’t last…”

He becomes more vocal, his disjointed moans drifting from his lips right into your ear while the hand on your hip makes its way to rub your clit gloriously, in a way that makes you wonder just how the fuck does he know exactly what your body likes.

“Is my sweet girl gonna cum for me?” you nod, unable to form any words, only capable of reveling on the way his cock throbs inside you. “Speak, remember?”

But you can’t. Nothing comes out of your mouth besides his name, like a constant plea. When the third one finally came, it was simply euphoric; your whole body shudders and your vision goes white, tears spilling from the corners of your eyes as you start to feel lightheaded. Joel draws out with a grunt, a string of curses leaving his lips as you spin around to see him. Your hand wraps around his own when he fucks his fist and you take in the sight of him cumming all over your fingers, his forehead laying on your shoulder as you milk him. Inevitably, you lick your fingers to taste his salty load. A sight that would be engraved in his brain for the rest of his days and that could possibly haunt him in his time apart from you.

“Checkmate my ass,” he grits between shaky breaths, your hand stroking his hair as he comes down from his high.

“What a sore loser…” you joke. In fact, you plan to say something more, but you feel too tired for anything.

It didn’t really matter, though. Joel took good care of you. He bathed with you, cleaned up the whole mess and gave you one of his shirts for you to sleep with, eventually going to bed with your very passed out self.

Well, if Ellie didn’t know anything before, she surely will now.

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Hi! I love your poly!marauders writing! Could I request some poly!marauders x reader with some angst? Maybe they get jealous of another classmate spending time with her or have been leaving her out? And it just leads to some arguing and reader just being super upset. But then of course things work out and have a fluffy ending. Thank you!

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a/n: Hi! Thank you so much, darling! I definitely wrote this a little different in the sense that there’s really no argument, just the reader kind of spilling out her emotions and the Marauders comforting her. This was much longer than I intended, but I hope that you enjoy it! I would love love love more Marauders content once requests open back up as well as any feedback!

pairing: Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxious habits, angsty situation, hurt feelings, crying, being comforted, sadness, fixation on negative thoughts, mentions of cat-calling, (let me know if I missed anything!!)

word count: 3.4k (not my gif below!)

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Walking through the doors of the Great Hall entrance for breakfast, you couldn’t help but feel the slight angst feeling of loneliness creep over you as you weren’t walking in with your three boyfriends as you usually would. They had been planning a multitude of pranks for the last couple of days on some Slytherin boys which had cat-called you in the halls at nearly every opportunity they got. Upon finding out about it as you had nearly cried with uncomfortability the moment you reached their dorm that evening, the boys made it their personal mission to unleash an array of pranks on the young Slytherins.

Though you appreciated the thoughtfulness of their antics, you couldn’t help but feel left out as they didn’t invite you along with them as they pulled their pranks. You didn’t think it was an intentional decision to leave you out, the racing thoughts in the back of your mind told you otherwise. Not being able to bring yourself to just invite yourself to their sneaky plans, you ended up being by yourself for the majority of these last couple of days with the exception of the aftermath from their pranks which also resulted in you being left out of the jokes and events in which had taken place. You tried your best to not let things get under your skin as you thought about how the boys wouldn’t purposefully give you the cold shoulder, but the self-conscious thoughts couldn’t be contained as they overwhelmed your mind.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table next to Lily and Marlene, they couldn’t help but notice your lack of initiative to eat as you pick at your food from your position across from them.

“You alright, Y/n/n?” Lily asks, bringing her cup up to take a drink of the sweet pumpkin juice filling it.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just kinda missing the boys, that’s all,” you mumble while not bothering to look up from your lingering gaze of the food on your plate.

“Seems it is unusually quiet this morning. Where’d those blokes run off to?” Marlene chimes in, gradually bringing the array of breakfast foods to her lips.

“I’m not sure,” you say quietly as you come to the realization that they hadn’t tried to even tell you where they were all morning. Feeling the sadness creeping back to the forefront of your mind, you bite the inside of your lip, trying to contain the salty tears that are begging to pool behind your lash line.

“Well, let’s go find em then, yeah?” Marlene quips, immediately noticing your disposition as you answered her previous question.

“It’s alright. I’ll see em later after my first couple of classes,” you reassure, feeling sudden embarrassment creep up on the apples of your cheeks as you realize the feelings coming to get the better of you in a more public setting.

Finishing nothing more than a couple of bites of your breakfast, you give your friends the warmest goodbye you can muster before trudging along to your first class. Though you were destined to be early at the time in which you arrived, you felt as if it might make you feel better to have some quiet time to yourself in the emptiness of the classroom.

As the day continued and your next few classes went by, which unfortunately didn’t consist of any of your boyfriends, you found the thoughts of abandonment becoming more and more prominent in your train of thought. Though you went through periods of relaxed waves where you felt as if your ideas were nothing more than nonsense, those waves eventually crashed down to remind you that you still hadn’t seen or heard from any of the boys today. They were busy executing their last bit of pranks today, however, they typically made time to at least walk you to class or have a quick chat with you in the hallways. That reminder continuously popped up as you tried to ease your panicked thoughts of anguish, overall sending you through a spiral of doubt as you emerged into the Great Hall alone, again.

This time, you spotted your friends sitting across from all three of your boyfriends as you walked into the room. Though you were relieved to see their smiling faces as you had missed them so dearly throughout the last couple of days, those feelings of abandonment and being unwanted pummeled you almost immediately. They looked so happy and content despite your lack of presence, almost as if your absence had little to no effect on them. You felt a piece of your heart crack at the sight before spinning on your heels to walk immediately back out of the doors. You’d done so well in keeping in your emotions all day, however, the tsunami of hurt consumed every rational thought you had in your mind as the salty tears spilled onto the hills of your cheeks. Fervently sprinting back to the solace of your room, you spent the entirety of your designated lunch hour huddled beneath the warmth and safety of your maroon Gryffindor quilt on your bed. Did they really even care? Maybe they’d be better off if you weren’t even around them anymore. These thoughts plagued any sort of rational joy inside your mind as you heaved into the soft silk of your pillowcase. As a puddle of tears absorbed into the cloth, you sat up in an attempt to clean yourself up before you had to head out for your next class.

After fixing up your makeup and unswelling your puffy face with the coolness of a damp washcloth, you grab your things before walking to your class which you seemingly shared with James. Walking into the room with a majority of the other students, you scan the small crowd to see if your boyfriend had arrived yet. Upon spotting his floppy hair of curls, your soft smile is swiftly turned upside down as you see him chatting with a small Hufflepuff girl a table away from your designated seats. While you could visibly see that they were chatting about the upcoming essay due tomorrow, as you watched her motion towards the scribbles of ink in her hands, the gloomy part of your mind immediately filled your heart with rage and jealousy as it cracked even further.

Collecting yourself in small deep breaths, you walk on the opposite pathway to make your way over to your designated chair next to James’. As he was too busy helping the girl with some correction on her essay, the bespectacled boy failed to see you walk in before class had begun. Making his way to his seat as McGonagall entered the room at a swift pace, James’ eyes land on your seated figure.

“Hey, poppet! Where’d you run off to during lunch? Haven’t seen you all day,” he remarks quietly, gently pulling you in with an arm draped around your shoulder to press a series of small pecks to the top of your head.

Though you felt the warmth of admiration in the pit of your stomach at his sweet tone and kind gesture, it was quickly overcome by the feelings of sorrow once more at the last remark. ‘Haven’t seen you all day' well, of course, he hadn’t. None of them even bothered to say good morning, let alone bother to see you during lunch.

“I was working on the Transfiguration essay. Just wanted to get it out of the way,” you half-heartedly lie, not yet bothering to make eye contact with the boy. Though you had reviewed your essay today, it was entirely finished just the night before as James had even reviewed it for you to double-check for mistakes. However, that memory slipped your mind as the lie came out of your mouth.

With a set of innocently furrowed brows, James tilts his head to the side a bit to look at you from a better angle, “Thought we finished that up last night?” he somewhat asks while keeping his gaze on you.

Immediately realizing your error, you quickly think of something off of the top of your head in an attempt to keep your cover of the reality of your lunch activities.

“We did. I just didn’t feel entirely confident in it, I guess. Just made a few tweaks to it,” you respond, keeping your gaze on the now open textbook in front of you.

Though your answer didn’t sit right in the pit of his stomach, James decided to drop the subject as you clearly didn’t want to talk about it any longer. Nodding his head slightly, he brings the arm draped around your shoulders to gently rest on your thigh while rubbing it with the pad of his thumb for nearly the entire period.

At the end of the class, James takes your hand into his before walking with you through the halls to your last class of the day. Gently rubbing the back of your hand just as he’d done with your thigh earlier, he can practically feel the sorrow seeping through your body. While he was sure of your sadness, he couldn’t quite put his finger on the origin. That said, he drops you off at your last class of the day with a tender kiss on your forehead before bidding you a good class period. Though he wanted to acknowledge the utter sadness lurking around you, he didn’t want to distract you from your last studies of the day.

Your last class droned on and on as your racing thoughts had your mind elsewhere throughout the entirety of the lecture. Barely taking any notes for the period, you stare mindlessly at the blank page in front of you and before you know it, Slughorn has dismissed your class for the day. Packing your untouched things back into your bag, you make your way for the door. Though you typically just met the boys at their dorm towards the end of the day, you were thrown off to see three sets of eyes consumed with worry staring down at you as you walked out of the door. Jumping slightly at their sudden presence, your eyes dart back from each of their three faces before speaking.

“Oh, hi?” you greet, somewhat questioning their presence.

“We wanted to come and walk with you. Missed you today, puppy,” Sirius chimes, taking your smaller hand into his own before guiding you down the crowded corridor.

“Missed you,” you half-heartedly say as you feel yet another crack tear through the fragileness of your heart.

Immediately noticing your tone, a bewildered look encompasses Remus’ face as he walks behind you and Sirius with his hand locked with James’. As the four of you walk, almost silently, back to the comfort of their dorm, you’re met with dead silence as the door closes behind the four of you.

Clearing his throat slightly before taking a deep breath, Remus is the first to break the silence amongst the four of you, “Didn’t see you today at lunch. Did you get a chance to eat?” the auburn-haired boy questions, peering down at your sulky position now sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I wasn’t super hungry. Was too focused on my essay,” you reply, attempting to stick to the previous lie you’d told James earlier as you were positive he had mentioned something to the other two boys.

“Shouldn’t be missing meals, bunny. You know better,” Remus lightly scolds, sharing a look between the other two boys as you go utterly silent in an attempt to keep your emotions from flooding out.

Little did you know, but you appeared a child who’d just been scolded as you held your head down to shield the vulnerable tears puddled against your lash line. Not being able to say anything in response, you fiddled with the fingers in your lap as you subtly picked at the thick skin around your thumbs; an anxious habit in which you’ve never been able to knack. You wanted nothing more than to just shrink away to the comfortability of your own room at that moment. Noticing the small movement of your fingers, Sirius slowly makes his way to sit on the edge of the bed beside you before encompassing your torn to shred fingers in his own. Attempting to shield you from yourself, he wrapped both of his hands around yours, tilting his head down to try and catch a glimpse at your face.

“Why are you doing that, hmm? What’s going on?” he raven-haired boy urges before taking notice of your clenched-up jaw with a couple of tears that were subtly streaming down your face.

“Oh now you care,” you spit just above a whisper before practically ripping your hand away from his before getting up to march across the room. You didn’t quite know where you were wanting to go, but you knew it was anywhere but here. As you grab your bag to try and escape the topic of your deeply hurt feelings, Remus moves in front of the door to swiftly block your exit.

“Uh uh,” he says, peering down at you with crossed arms.

As you wait for him to move out of your way, you let out a deep breath as you realize that he’s firm in his place. Looking up at him with glossy eyes full of anguish, Remus’ jaw relaxes before he moves his hands to try and subtly encompass you in his arms.

“Bunny, what’s the matter?” Remus asks, moving to pull you into him.

You can’t keep up your angry visage much longer as you hear the sincerity in his tone. At the genuinity in his eyes, you feel the coil break inside of you as tears begin to openly stream down your face. In an attempt to try and explain your feelings, you can’t help but babble out pure nonsense as your chest heaves with the sweet release of all of the hurt you’d bottled up these last couple of days. Pulling you into his protruding warmth, Remus uses a large scarred hand to rub your back while the other cradles your head into his chest. You cling to the lycanthrope as your smaller fists ball up small patches of the sweater encompassing his body. Sharing another look with the other boys, they each slightly shake their heads as they all can’t seem to understand the extent of your sorrows.

After a couple of minutes of continuous sobs, Remus gently pulls you away from him to lead you over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he guides you to stand between the length of his legs.

“Y-you guys ignored me all w-week. Didn’t even wanna see me or hang out with me. Didn’t even care if I was alone for meals, or if I wasn’t at lunch, or if I just utterly disappeared. I missed you three so much and you didn’t even care!” you continue to spew nothingness rambles out as each of their eyes widen slightly before relaxing into expressions of guilt, “Started to think that you didn’t even want to be with me. You lot look so happy just by yourselves,” you sob out finally before coming to hide your face in the palms of your hands.

Letting you heave for a second to get out the anger and frustration that had been building up within you, Sirius and James slowly make their way over to the edge of the bed in which Remus is sitting with you between his legs. Moving out to gently pull your hands away from your face, Remus guides you to sit sideways in his lap so they could all talk to you properly.

“Y/n/n, how could we not want to be with you, huh?” Sirius chimes in from his position right next to Remus. Taking a hand to gently glide it up and down the smoothness of your ankle, he looks to your tear-stained face for acknowledgment. Flicking your eyes towards his at the sound of his voice, you let out a few more sobs as you feel your face scrunch up with every heave.

“We wouldn’t trade you for the world,” he begins, scanning your face for any sight of relaxation, “We didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. Just got so caught up with all the pranks, I guess,” Sirius continues as his face subtly drops to an expression of remorse. Though he’s not the best with words, you could feel a small sense of relief blooming in the midst of your hurt.

Rubbing a soothing hand against your bare thighs, Remus presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you find yourself relaxing against his chest. Still sniffling and eventually hiccuping from all of your cries, your gaze turns to James as he pipes up his own small speech.

“Really, poppet. We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unwanted,” the bespectacled boy started before moving slightly from his standing position to wipe the tears off of the side of your face before squatting down next to your position on Remus’ lap, “We’ve missed you all day. Kept bugging Lily nearly every class period to figure out where you were running off to,” he continues.

“Really? Looked just fine at lunch to me,” you slightly interrupt, following your question with a small hiccup.

“We were talking about you nearly the whole time, darling,” James laughs, recalling the conversations from lunch.

“Oh, so you were laughing about me,” you say, your face almost immediately scrunching up into a sense of hurt once more.

Feeling the vibrations of his brooding laugh erupting from his chest, Remus chuckles slightly before continuing to rub your thigh, “No, bunny. We weren’t laughing at you. We were talking about what your face was going to look like once we were finished with those Slytherin boys this evening,” the lycanthrope admits, peering down at you.

Looking up to meet his gaze, you feel a few more tears fall down the sides of your cheeks before turning your gaze to dart back and forth from all three of them, “What do you mean when you’re finished with them?” you question, excitement slightly coming through the cloud of sadness.

“We planned one last big prank for em later tonight. It was gonna be a surprise, but we’re gonna take you down there with us so you can see it,” Sirius pipes up from his position next to Remus.

“Really?” you meekly question, feeling the endless stream of tears coming to an end.

“Really,” Remus answers, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, “I promise that we never had any intention of hurting you, bunny. I’m so sorry that we made you so sad. I wish next time you feel this way that you come to talk to us, so we can fix it sooner, yeah?” he reassures, gaining a collection of ‘yes’ and agreements from the other two boys.

Nodding your head in response, you sniffle a bit before explaining your thought process to the boys, “I will. I just didn’t want to bother you guys with all the stupid bloody emotions,” you admit, letting your head somewhat hide in its previous position on Remus’ chest.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, Y/n/n. We need to know if we’ve ever done something to hurt them. Don’t want you feeling so sad,” Remus reassures once more, successfully calming you down from your previous state.

You nod your head again, muttering a final apology for the delivery of your feelings before pressing a sweet kiss to Remus’ jugular and giving Sirius and James’ hands a couple of squeezes in reassurance. Soon the four of you are chatting about the details in regards to the finale of pranks coming forth tonight. As the boys eagerly fill you in on the details of everything, you mewl into Remus’ tender touches against your leg while subtly nuzzling closer into him. You’d missed the feeling of their grasps and the excitement of their utterly insane ideas so much so that you were relishing in all of it at that moment. You finally had your boys back and that previous feeling of hurt had quickly turned into blooms of admiration as you basked in the loving ambiance surrounding the four of you.

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Caught, Pantsless

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader 

Warnings: explicit, slight smut at the beginning, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and Chris are caught having sex, by Anthony, the worst person to keep it quiet, especially on the press tour with her father. part of the evans’ series.

“We have to be quick.” Chris mumbled against her lips, her back pressed against the wall as he worked on the button of her pants.

“Romantic.” She said sarcastically.

But they did have to be quick, they were currently on the relentless press tour for Endgame and finding time to be intimate with each other was very rare, it was becoming too much for them, like a pair of horny teenagers.  

Y/n was walking out of their hotel room when she was grabbed and shoved against the wall, now here we are, forgetting in the heat of the moment that the door had been left ajar.  

Chucking her shirt off to the side Chris didn’t hesitate to dip his head and place kisses in between the valley of her breasts, a small moan escaping only spurring Chris further.

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If You Run, Run To Me (18+) PT. 1|2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s been six months since you and your friend Natasha started sleeping together. When Natasha catches wind of your feelings for her, will she run?

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: angst, smut (thigh riding, fingering)

Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.

All your senses are taken over by the woman moving herself back and forth on your bare thigh.

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Hi! I was wondering if you could do a poly! marauders where yn got sexually harassed by some Slytherins during holiday season and now she always makes excuses when the boys try to have sex with her and after the third time she made an excuse they decided to confront her? ( Sirius is my fav boy!) Thank you sooo much!

hi, hope this is around what you were looking for! i think i went a little off the prompt, but hopefully it’s close to what you wanted :)

warnings: this fic contains some pretty heavy sexual harassment, harmful thinking surrounding the harassment and the fallout of that- if you think this could be at all triggering, please don’t read. much love to you all.

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“Look at that: mistletoe.” Drawled a sixth-year Slytherin, startling you. You hunched your shoulders, preparing for another round of harassment from the same group of boys. They always found you when you were alone, without your boys to fight them off- you felt sure that it was less dangerous to just let them do what they wanted, rather than start a duel or argue back. These Slytherins were notoriously violent and arrogant, especially their leader, and they seemed to find great amusement in taunting and touching the one thing that the marauders cared most about: you.

You hadn’t told Sirius, Remus or James. With everything going on in the world, it seemed frivolous, and you’d hate to be the cause of yet another fight. Still, every time the Slytherins made suggestive comments or grabbed your body, you could feel your resolve to grin and bear it weakening.

“Don’t look so scared,” The same Slytherin boy leered. “We just want a bit of fun.”

“Please leave me alone.” You stammered, staring at the ground and stepping backwards as he walked towards you. You caught sight of Snape standing with the group, and flashed him a pleading look, the knowledge of his past friendship with Lily Evans giving you hope, but all he did was smile mockingly.

“‘Leave you alone’?” The leader crowed. “What, and leave you to your blood traitor boyfriends? Fucking slut.” You flinched at the harsh words coupled with his hands suddenly on your waist. Your back hit the wall; there was no getting out of this. A fresh wave of fear washed over you, knowing that there was no way for you to overpower or out-duel any of them.

“S-stop.” You turned your head to the side, feeling his hot breath on your cheek and closing your eyes. There would be no student out of the classrooms right now except you; you’d only excused yourself to the bathroom, classes wouldn’t finish for another twenty minutes.

“Don’t act like you don’t want it. Bet you’d shag every boy in school if you had a chance, mudblood whore.” His hands shifted higher on your body, and you struggled to hold back tears.

“I need to get ba- to get back to class.” You said. “I promise I won’t tell, just let me go.”

“Not until I get my kiss. After all, it is almost Christmas.” He sniggered, the scent of his unwashed teeth and mouth wafting towards you. You could’ve thrown up.

“I don’t want to kiss you.” You said, eyes still clenched shut. “Please, just let me-“

Before you could finish talking, he’d grabbed your jaw tightly in one hand and forced his lips against yours. Through your humiliation and fear, you heard his cronies laughing loudly, mocking you.

The boy finally pulled back, a satisfied smile on his sweaty face. You felt nauseated, staying slumped against the wall as they hooted and laughed and walked away, the taste of him still on your lips.

Eventually, you calmed yourself. It’s fine. It happens, I’ll get over it, You thought. Next time I’ll fight back.

You knew that you were lying to yourself. Next time that the Slytherins ambushed you, you knew that you would be just as frozen, barely able to utter a protest or fight at all. You walked back to class, passing the water-fountain and drinking as much as you could to wash out the taste in your mouth.

Sirius was waiting next to your empty seat, James and Remus a row back. As you re-entered the classroom and quietly returned to your previous position, Sirius noticed your quickened breaths and slightly clammy skin, and mistook it for an entirely opposite feeling.

James and Remus exchanged a smirk with him, and he put his hand on your thigh, making you jolt.

“Shit! Sorry, Sirius.” You said quietly, noticing that you’d startled him.

“Someone’s feeling jumpy. Any reason for that, pup?” He asked teasingly, eyebrows raised in a way that, two weeks ago, would’ve had you melting. But now you felt quite differently.

“No.” You said, quickly. Too quickly.

“Are you sure, sweetheart?” You could hear James’ smile from behind you. “Because we know that usually when you’re behaving this way, it’s because-“

“-You’re needy.” Remus finished, leaning forward and tugging one of the two plaits you were wearing. You flinched at the action.

“I’m not. Please can I just finish my work?” You asked softly, tears welling in your eyes again. You knew that the boys would be exchanging very different glances now, but they didn’t keep pushing you.

After a moment, you felt Sirius’ eyes on you, and managed to make yourself meet his grey gaze. He looked genuinely concerned- an expression he only reserved for people he really cared about.

“What is it?“ You asked, somewhat irritably.

“Something’s wrong, puppy. Want to tell me what?”

You sometimes forgot how sweet Sirius was behind all that sarcasm and teasing, but now his compassion only sought to make you more upset. You shook your head and turned away, drawing in a shuddering breath. You didn’t want them to think you were looking for attention, and you didn’t want your boys to be unhappy.

“M’ fine.” You mumbled. “Just didn’t want sex.”

“That’s okay.” Sirius assured you, then grinned. “But do be sure to let us all know when that changes, darling. It’s been a while.”

“It’s been two entire weeks.” James groaned from behind you. “I know we’ve had the semester exams, but still.”

“You’re both insatiable.” You said, forcing a smile. “Maybe we can make time when we’re all here during the holidays.” That had been the plan; you were all staying at Hogwarts for the holiday break, and the four of you had all been excited for some extra quality time together. But now… you only felt dread at the thought of being touched and kissed in the same places those Slytherins had done it. You felt tainted. It hurt all the more that it was the three loveliest boys in the world who would usually touch you that way- they had made you feel loved, respected, but now all you felt when Sirius’ hand had been on your thigh was shame.

“That’s our girl.” Remus said from behind you. You suppressed a sob.

The holidays arrived four days later, during which you’d tried to avoid both the marauders and the Slytherins by pretending to be unwell. You locked yourself away in your dorm or hid in the hospital wing, although that excuse stopped working when Madame Pomfrey said you ought to be back in class by now. As your friends packed up and went back home, you gathered the courage to leave your bed and see your boyfriends again.

They were all sitting in the common-room, looking put out.

“Maybe she’s gone home.” You heard Sirius say as you descended from your room.

“No she hasn’t, see?“ James jumped to his feet at the first sight of you, rushing over and enveloping you in a huge hug. Remus and Sirius were close behind, with the former kissing your forehead softly and the latter slinging one of his arms over your shoulders. You pushed your shoulders back down as they instinctively hunched.

“Are you feeling better, sweetheart?” Remus asked once you were all seated around the fire again. “We missed you.”

“Sorry.” You said, avoiding his eyes and twisting your fingers in your lap. “I didn’t want to be a nuisance. I’m feeling better now.”

In truth, you’d only been working yourself up for the past few days. Now your stomach hurt at the very thought of school starting up again after Christmas, and the return of your attackers. The fact that you were sure to hurt the marauders’ feelings in one way or another with your lack of affection felt even worse.

James touched your knee. You swallowed. “You could never be a nuisance to us.” He said comfortingly. “We only want to help when you’re feeling unwell.”

“Thanks, Jamie.” You said, glancing momentarily at him before your gaze returned to your lap. “Um… how did classes finish up?”

“Terrible, without you.” Sirius said immediately, nudging you playfully. “I missed having something to look at when I was bored.”

You laughed at this, glad to stop frowning for a moment. “Is that all I am to you? Eye-candy?” You joked.

Sirius smirked at you. “Oh, perhaps a little more than just that…” He leaned over suddenly, kissing the spot where your neck met your shoulder. It was a spot that usually would’ve put you in the perfect mood, but feeling Remus sit on the other side of you and begin the same action, while James pulled off your shoes, all you could do was freeze. It didn’t take long for them to notice.

“Bunny, what’s wrong?” Remus asked, sitting up straight. “You’re awfully quiet.”

“Am I? Sorry.” You supplied. “Um…” You stood up abruptly, taking a few steps away from the three of them before you spoke again. “I actually have some books to return to the library- heaps of errands to run. I’ll see you at dinner?”

Sirius took hold of your hand before you could leave properly, eyes narrowed as he searched your expression. “What’s going on? Is there something we’ve done?”

“No! No, I promise you’re all fine. I’m just not in the mood today.” You forced a thin smile, then turned and walked as briskly as you could out of the common-room. You weren’t going to the library; they would only come to check on you, and you knew that you were about to cry.

All you could hear, ringing through your mind, were the cruel and vicious words you’d endured from the Slytherins for weeks on end. Sirius and Remus’ gentle kisses on your neck were only echoes of that boy’s a few days ago, no longer expressions of love to you. All you could think about every time they even suggested sex was those people calling you a ‘mudblood whore’, worthless and cheap.

You turned a final corner and pressed yourself against the wall, sinking down and dissolving into the tears that had threatened to spill all day. Your sobs echoed down the narrow stone hallway, but nobody would hear. Nearly everybody went home for Christmas these days. Your boys had stayed for you, and just look at how you were repaying them.

“Fuck.” You said after a long while, face puffy and wet with tears.

You eventually returned to the common-room, where you were once again greeted with much affection, although this time laced with even more concern than before. You curled up in a far corner of the sofa, hugging yourself, and shrugged to most questions about your mood or obvious recent tears. The boys soon gathered that you weren’t ready to talk about it, and decided to ask you when you’d had time to think. You sat tensely in a hug from James until he gathered that you weren’t comfortable and let go.

Still, your lack of closeness hurt everyone, especially you. You couldn’t bring yourself to even hug the boys, which was more a result of your guilt than your aversion to touch. You wouldn’t let them kiss you goodnight before you’d slipped up to your dorm, silent so as not to let the dozing boys know what was wrong. Only Sirius saw, the lightest sleeper of them all, and he noticed that you’d left your wand downstairs as well.

He waited up, after James and Remus had gone to bed, saying that he had some books to collect. They were both just as worried, but he knew that you would be less intimidated talking to one of them rather than all three. And Sirius had seen it in your posture, the expression on your face before you walked anywhere by yourself; he’d seen it in the mirror every day that he lived with the Black family. It was more than apprehension.

He waited on the sofas until he heard your soft footfall coming down the stairs.

“Oh.” You said quietly, seeing him on the sofa. “Sorry, I didn’t realise you were still awake.”

“No need to apologise, darling. Want to talk?”

“I’m a bit tired.” You said.

“I know, you haven’t been sleeping properly. What’s wrong, my love? You know we’ll never judge you for anything.” He said. “We only want your happiness.”

This was all happening too quickly, you were too close to telling him everything. You fought the urge. “No.” You stammered, shaking your head. “I mean, I know, I just-” A huge lump appeared in your throat, and you knew from Sirius’ expression that he had seen the tears in your eyes.

“Please, talk to me. I know that I can help somehow.” He stood, approaching you slowly.

“No!” You said in a strangled sort of voice, holding your hands out in front of you. “No, you can’t, Sirius. Please just let me go to bed, I promise I’ll do better tomorrow.”

“‘Do better’? You aren’t doing anything wrong, we just-”

“I’m tired.” You forced yourself to stand up straight, rolling your shoulders back and avoiding his concerned gaze. “I’m going to bed. Let me.”

And he did. He watched you climb the stairs again, and after a while he did the same in the opposite direction. You lay alone in your room, silent tears slipping into your hair for a long time, until you finally fell asleep.

You pushed a smile on to your lips as you walked down into the common-room the next morning, determined to be better today. You had to be, for them. You wanted to do what they wanted, to be the person they wanted.

You accepted kisses, hugs, and arms over shoulders again. You walked between them to breakfast, sat between them, let Remus lace up your ice-skates before the four of you headed onto the frozen lake. You let the cold air sting your face as you skated, ignoring the tension that was building in you. If you could pretend just a bit longer, you felt sure that it would simply slip away. And the cold was nice after days spent in bed. Your skin, sensitive with the tears that had been shed on it, felt freshened by the bite of winter.

You trooped up to your dorm in the early afternoon, muscles aching as the cold that had sunk into your bodies slowly dissipated. You let yourself climb the stairs to their dorm, Remus’ hand on the small of your back and your hand in James’. Sirius talked behind all of you- you’d been purposefully avoiding him a little, knowing that he noticed more than the others how wrong everything still was.

You sat on Remus’ bed, and kissed him, taking your jumper and t-shirt off in a movement quick enough for you not to back down. He broke the embrace only for a moment, eyes on yours in a silent question. You made yourself nod.

His hand trailed down your side, then under the waistband of your pants. You clenched your hands into fists, closing your eyes as his deft fingers grazed your sex. You felt no pleasure from the movements that would’ve usually had you mewling; you set your jaw and tried to think of something, anything else.

“Can I take your pants off, dove?” James asked quietly from the end of the bed. You drew in a shaky breath.

“Yes.” You said stiffly. But you weren’t prepared for how hard it would be to feel the fabric being taken- uncovering you. With Remus’ fingers nearly inside you, James’ warm palms touching the smooth skin of your legs, you felt ready to throw up. “Stop! STOP!” You shrieked. You reached out blindly, pushing yourself away from Remus, away from James and off the bed. You scrambled to your feet, running to the bathroom and emptying your breakfast and lunch into the toilet. You gagged twice more before your heart slowed and you could finally focus on the world around you again.

“Sweetheart, are you alright?” Remus said from beside you, his hand on your back. “One of us can get Madame Pomfrey in just a minute.”

“Don’t need her. I’m fine.” You said shakily, squeezing your eyes closed. “I’m fine.”

“You aren’t, it’s okay. Here,” Sirius was on your other side, handing you a glass of water. You sipped it reluctantly, although you were glad to have the bad taste out of your mouth.

“Bunny, you need to talk to us.” Remus said gently. “We can’t go on like this, it isn’t good for you.”

“I said I’m fine!” You said hoarsely, tears escaping your eyes nevertheless.

“Come and sit on the bed, dove, it’s more comfortable.” James said. You stood, letting them guide you into the bedroom. When you were as comfortable as you could be and you’d put one of James’ t-shirts over your body, the boys sat around you.

“You’ve been upset for weeks, darling, we’ve all noticed. What’s wrong? Why don’t you want to be near us anymore?” You could hear how hard James was trying not to sound sad himself, but you still felt even more tears falling down your cheeks at his words.

“We aren’t angry at you, we could never be angry.” Sirius said softly, handing you some tissues. “We just need to know what’s going on.”

“You can’t do anything, though.” You sobbed into the blanket you’d drawn up around yourself. “It’s nothing, I’m b-being silly.”

“Why don’t you tell us, and we’ll judge whether you are?” Remus suggested firmly. “We only want to look after you, bun, but you can’t live like this. Talk to us, please.”

You squeezed your eyes closed, clutching the blanket very hard.

“I promise that none of you have done anything to make me like this. I’m- I’ve been trying to be better, I’ll try harder-”

“Stop.” Sirius interrupted. You didn’t open your eyes, but you fell silent. “You aren’t misbehaving or doing anything wrong by being upset, puppy. We’ll all be quiet, and you can tell us when you feel ready. Just take deep breaths, we’ll wait for you.”

True to his words, the boys fell silent, the only sound in the room being your harsh gasps for air between muffled sobs. Slowly, the immediate panic subsided, and after a while you were able to breathe normally again. You wiped your face, opening your eyes slowly and looking into your lap. You swallowed, trying to summon your courage. Despite how guilty you felt, you knew deep down that telling them would help.

“You can’t do anything stupid. Please.” You whispered, glancing up at each boy and then down again. They nodded. “For the past few weeks- well, while school was still going- there’ve been a group of-” You paused, taking a breath and calming yourself again. “Some Slytherin boys have been coming up to me between classes and while I’m away and everything, and they grab me and say foul things and touch me and kiss me. And I know I’m being stupid-”

“None of that.” Sirius said immediately. “None of this is your fault.”

“Can I hold your hand, sweetheart?” James asked. You nodded, and he did. You were surprised at how relieved you suddenly felt, knowing that he still wanted to do that after knowing what had happened.

“I’m sorry that I didn’t tell all of you. I just- I don’t want to make a big deal out of nothing.”

“This isn’t nothing.” Remus said firmly. “This is serious, and we’re very proud of you for telling us, bunny. I know it was hard.”

You sniffed. “I didn’t want you to think you’d done something wrong, and that was why I wasn’t having sex with all of you. I know that I’ve been disappointing you when you’ve wanted that, I really did try today.”

You heard Remus swear under his breath, and looked up with wide eyes. He caught your expression and shook his head. “I’m not angry at you, bunny. None of us are, I promise. But you never need to do anything you don’t want to do. Do you understand?”

You nodded, and Sirius tucked your hair behind your ear. “We love you. We don’t need sex to keep loving you- we don’t need anything, but for you to be happy.” You felt a fresh wave of tears come on, and wiped your eyes. “You’ve been very brave to hold this for such a long time, but you don’t need to feel ashamed or like you could ever disappoint us.” Remus’ hand was on his shoulder.

“I love you all, too.” You said quietly. “I think I’m ready for a hug, please.”

They were quick to oblige, enveloping you in an embrace you hadn’t known how much you needed. You all eventually lay down, your head on Remus’ chest and body across James and Sirius’. Your crying calmed again, and for the first time in weeks you felt some level of relaxation. You knew this wasn’t over; you knew that they were all angry, even if not at you. But from now on, at least you had people who knew and loved you.

“I don’t know if I’ll be ready to have sex for a while. Is that okay?” You said later, still in similar positions.

“Of course, my love.” Sirius said, and the two other boys voiced their agreement.

“You can take as much time as you need, we’ll love you no matter what.” James said.

Remus hummed. “And from now on, we’ll always walk with you between classes or wherever you’re going. Those boys won’t even get close to you.”

“Exactly. If there’s anything else you want us to do that would make you feel safer- we can talk to Dumbledore, McGonagall, or nobody at all if you’d feel better.” Sirius said.

“I don’t think I want to tell anyone else, yet. But thank you.” You said. “You don’t have to walk me everywhere if it’s too much trouble, either.”

“Spending more time with you? How could that be any trouble at all?” He replied, smirking.

“Yeah, it’s not exactly a chore, darling.” James added affectionately.

You smiled, genuinely, and the world seemed a little better.

Hers. | w. maximoff

summary: in which natasha has a hard time staying away from what isn't hers, so wanda decides to teach her a lesson.

warnings: top!wanda, jealousy/possession, voyeurism, fingering

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

It was another one of Tony's exorbitant parties. His mansion, as grandiose as it was, felt suffocatingly small with the number of people packed into the place. Nevertheless, it was classy, and the music was drifting gently in the air with the ambience consisting mostly of laughing and talking and drinking.

Wanda, your girlfriend, had naturally prompted that she would pick out your dress. You were surprised earlier that evening when you walked into your room to see a tight black minidress with a plunging neckline laying on your bed, along with your black heels and necklace. It was surprisingly that Wanda had opted for something so showy and obviously far from modest.

That possessive streak in Wanda was not unknown to you and the rest of the team at that point. While she was never demanding or controlling, she had issues with her jealousy. It was something the two of you had been working on together, and you thought that maybe her picking out this dress for the party was her way of showing that she was confident in controlling her jealousy.

And as far as the night had come, you were right. Wanda had not casted a deathly glance nor harshly squeezed you closer to her all night. Her spirits were high, her laugh echoing in your ears as the two of you talked with Steve and Clint. You were happy that the night was going so well, considering parties weren't your favorite thing in the first place.

You glanced to the glass table that you were all seated around and noticed that both you and Wanda's glasses were empty. Leaning forward, you took the glasses and stood up.

"I'm gonna go grab us some refills," you told Wanda who looked up at you and nodded, grazing her hand over your arm and thanking you.

You could feel Wanda's eyes on you as you walked through the crowd of people and towards the bar. As you approached, you noticed a familiar redhead standing behind the bar making a drink.

"Nat," you greeted her as you sat down on the stool across from her, placing the glasses on the counter. "This Avenger gig isn't working out for you? Decided to take up bartending instead?"

A pair of cool green eyes met yours, her red lips forming a smirk. "The pay is so much better," she joked, her lips breaking into a grin. "Tony bullied the bartender he hired into retirement because he didn't make his drink exactly how he wanted it. And, seeing no one else around here can make a good cocktail, I decided to step in."

She gave a husky laugh which you returned, and you suddenly felt eyes burning into your back. "Want to whip two up for me and missus?"

"Most certainly," she remarked, taking the two empty glasses and rinsing them out as she began making the drinks. You sat there in silence for a moment before noticing her eyes flicker to your dress. "That's a nice dress. Where'd you get it?"

"Oh, I don't remember," you said bashfully, glancing down at the dress as if you hadn't seen it before. You felt aware of your exposed chest and adjusted it when Nat finally looked away. "Wanda picked it out for me."

"Hmm," the redhead hummed as she began shaking the drinks. "Tell her she has excellent taste." You watched her eyes rake over you again, her lips set into a shadow of a smirk.

You blushed, averting your eyes and feeling a little stiff. It was common knowledge that Natasha was flirty to nearly everyone she spoke to, but somehow you couldn't recall her ever looking at anyone else on the team in such a way.

"I don't think Wanda would like to know that," you half-joked as you pulled the short end of your dress downwards, feeling painfully conscious of your looks.

Natasha broke into another velvety laugh and shook her head. There was a gleaming smile on her face, but she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Your curiosity piqued. "What?" you asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Her eyes follow you wherever you go, you know." She looked at you again for a fleeting moment before her eyes moved behind you.

Turning to follow her stare, you caught Wanda's mid-air from all the way across the room. She was leaning against her chair in her all-black suit, legs crossed as Steve talked at her without realizing she probably wasn't listening. Her dark green eyes burned in yours, an unreadable expression inked across her features that you didn't get a chance to analyze before she was turning back to Steve and responding to what he had said.

Sighing, you turned back around to Nat who was giving you an amused look. "I can't say I blame her. If you were mine, I would be hellbent on keeping it that way, too."

A blush rose to your cheeks at the bold way she worded her sentence. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned your elbows on the counter. "You shouldn't say things like that. Wanda can read minds."

"Believe me, I'm aware," she said as she finished your drink and slid it in front of you before starting on Wanda's drink. "Ever wonder why she hates me so much?"

You took the drink gingerly, looking at her in confusion as you deciphered what she meant. "What... are you saying she has reason to?"

Nat looked at you with a crawling smirk as she shook the drink. "I'm not saying anything, baby."

Her stare was hot on your figure as you decoded what she meant by that. Was she meaning that she thinks things about you that gives Wanda cause for her jealousy? Was she thinking those kinds of things right then?

The lustful look on your face answered her question. And as you turned to look at Wanda again, you saw that she was staring hard at the floor. Her sharp jaw was clenched tightly, and even from a distance and looking only at the side of her face, you could see a glare of red in her eyes. She was reading Nat's mind, and Nat was torturing her.

You quickly turned back to Nat, growing slightly irritated. "Nat, stop," you whispered. You didn't want Wanda to get the wrong idea that you were flirting back, nor did you want her good mood to be ruined.

"It's hard to stop when you're wearing something like that, doll," she responded, quickly finished Wanda's drink and setting it down beside you. As soon as the glass hit the counter, you felt a presence beside you. You gasped to see Wanda appear beside you, taking the drink almost as soon as it touched the counter.

"Just in time," Wanda remarked, her voice deep and raspy as she sipped the drink. She licked her lips and looked at it thoughtfully. "Not the worst cocktail I've ever had." She set the drink down as she sat on the stool beside you, leaning obviously far to your side. "Definitely not the best one, either."

Nat smirked and leaned her elbows onto the counter as her eyebrow quirked. "I guess my talents lie elsewhere."

You looked between the two, noticing a strained mixture of a smile and a scowl form on Wanda's face as her head tilted, holding Nat's intense stare. You quickly caught on that Wanda was reading Nat's mind again, and Nat was giving her a good idea of what talents she was referring to.

Nat finally broke the silence, leaning up and taking a drink of her own cocktail. "Y/n was just telling me you picked out that dress for her. I told her to tell you that you have good taste, but for some reason she thought that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Oh, really? Well, I think that would have been a great idea." Wanda leaned over and slid her arm over your lower back, and you stiffened when her hand dipped down to cup your ass. "It is a great dress, isn't it?"

You looked at Wanda incredulously to see she was only staring cheekily at Nat, making it as obvious as possible that she was touching you.

"It is," Nat answered, eyes flickering to you for a moment. "But y/n didn't let me finish what I was going to say after that."

"Yea? And what's that?" Wanda countered, her voice sounding edged.

Nat set her glass down and pressed her palms flat on the counter, leaning close to Wanda. There was a knowing smirk on her face that made you dread what she was going to say next. In a low, rasping whisper, she answered, "That I would have preferred it off her."

The fake smile Wanda had plastered on her face faded, her head tilting even further. Crimson filled her irises, and you noticed that she was gripping her glass so hard it was bound to shatter in her fist. Quickly, you stood up and tugged Wanda's arm. "Alright, that's enough." You pried the glass from Wanda's hand and slid it to Nat. "Thanks for the drinks, Nat. We're gonna get back to—"

"Why don't we continue this conversation in private?" Wanda said as she stood from the stool, holding Nat's stare. "The three of us."

You looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

"Nat can tell me more about the dress and how she wants it off you."

Nat stood up straighter and took the towel sitting to the side, wiping the bar counter clean before tossing it away. "I could talk about it all day." She looked at you as she came around from behind the bar.

You looked up at Wanda in confusion as she took your hand in hers and held it firmly, dragging you out of the room with Nat following close behind.

"Where are we going?" you whispered up at Wanda, but she kept her stare straight ahead as she led the three of you up the stairs.

"Your girlfriend's ass looks great from here," Nat called from behind you, causing you to blush.

Wanda smirked and sucked her tongue behind her teeth before saying, "You should see it when she's bent over."

Your mouth fell open at Wanda's words. What kind of game was she playing? By now, she would have ripped Nat's eyes out for saying such a thing, but she was acting as if she was going along with it.

"Wanda!" you exclaimed, but you had no time to scold her before she led you through a door, and suddenly you were on the rooftop of the mansion. The night breeze flitted through your hair as you looked around at Tony's rooftop patio. Stars littered the sky above, and besides a few soft golden lights placed around the roof's edge, it was dark. You grew suddenly anxious that Wanda was going to shove Nat off the roof or something equally as murderous.

Nat came onto the roof behind you and closed the door, looking around in confusion. Suddenly, red threads of magic wrapped around one of the patio chairs and flew it towards Nat, hitting the back of her knees so that she was forced to sit down. More red magic latched her wrists onto the arms of the chair, and the widow immediately began struggling against the constraints.

Your eyes widened as you jerked your hand away from Wanda's and backed away from her. "Wanda, what are you doing?!"

Calmly, Wanda walked to another patio chair and carried it to the center of the area, directly across from Nat. "Sit, my love," she gently commanded you.

You eyed her warily. "Wanda, let Nat go."

Wanda's face tilted downwards, and you could see red harboring behind those green eyes. "Sit," she said much firmer, and you felt like you really had no choice because she would probably use her magic to make you sit, anyways.

Hesitantly, you walked towards her, keeping her unreadable stare as you carefully sat down in the chair. You waited for your wrists to be bound like Nat's, but it never came.

Wanda leaned down behind you, brushing your hair from your neck. She looked at Nat's equally confused and worried stare as she trailed her hand over your neck and to your chin, holding it gently with her index finger and thumb.

"I think Romanoff is having trouble understanding boundaries," Wanda spoke deeply beside your ear. "Perhaps we should set her an example."

"Wanda," you said warningly, but she turned your head and captured your lips in hers. You did kiss back at first, due to feeling Nat's burning stare, but as her lips moved gently against yours, you found yourself kissing her deeply. She washed her tongue over her lower lip, asking for permission, and you reluctantly granted it to her, opening your mouth so she could slip her tongue inside. Your body was burning hot due to knowing Nat was watching Wanda kiss you, and the mixed feelings in your stomach made your head spin.

Finally, Wanda released you, leaving your lips puffy and damp. She gently turned your head back to face Nat who appeared to be a confused mixture of uncomfortable and intrigued.

"Romanoff, why don't you let y/n know what you were thinking back there at the bar? I'm sure she would love to know," Wanda spoke against your neck, eyes locking with Nat's.

Nat pursed her lips and gulped. "No."

"Why not?" Wanda voice lilted, her hand coming to rub your hip. "You were thinking it so boldly while I was listening. Are you shy now?"

Nat clenched her jaw and shook her head, staying silent as she watched Wanda pepper kisses on your neck. You had to admit that you were curious, because you had never been aware that Nat had any sort of attraction towards you before tonight.

"Fine, I'll tell her myself," Wanda said, her voice high in amusement. "Romanoff was just thinking about how she feels she could make you cum better than I ever could. She thought about how it would feel to bend you over the bar and take you right in front of me."

You watched Nat's eyes burn as Wanda spoke, blush rising to her cheeks. She tried again to struggle against Wanda's magic, but of course it was to no avail.

"Should we let Romanoff keep her word and try it for herself?" Wanda said in a harder tone.

Immediately, your wide eyes snapped to Wanda. "No," you said firmly, fear growing in your stomach. You were shocked that Wanda would ever suggest such a thing, and you started to rapidly panic.

"Don't worry, detka," Wanda purred, kissing you softly. Her hand cradled your jaw, her thumb brushing over your lips as she pulled away. "You know I would never let anyone else touch you."

Relief washed over you. As crazy as Wanda was seeming right now, you trusted her word and knew she would never do something like that, especially against your will.

Her hand moved to your knee, gripping it firmly and sliding up your bare thigh. "What I really had in mind is that we should show Romanoff just how well I can make you cum, since she doubts me so much." Her strong hand glided to your very inner thigh, squeezing it hard. You squirmed under her touch, cheeks blushing hotly at the thought that made you equally embarrassed and turned on.

"As long as that's alright with you, Romanoff?" Wanda said humorously, looking up to Nat to see her furious stare. "Oh, that's right. I'm forcing you to watch."

Wanda punctuated her sentence by slipping her hand up your dress, taking the hem of your black lace panties and dragging them down. You gasped, looking at Wanda apprehensively as she pulled your panties down to your ankles.

"Relax, milaya," she whispered, kissing your jaw as her hand returned to your thigh. You felt cold air hitting your core, and the sensation made you realize, to your surprise, that you were wet.

"How about we make a deal?" Nat suddenly spoke, causing Wanda's hand to freeze on your thigh. You both looked at the redhead expectantly, seeing the challenging smirk on her lips. "If you can't make her cum, then I will."

You swore you could feel heat radiating off Wanda's body in that moment. You waited for Wanda to say no, to possibly slap Nat for boldly saying such a thing, but what happened next had you gasping in shock.

"Sounds like a fair deal to me."

Your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to oppose, but Wanda's fingers dove under your dress and pressed into your clit. You sucked in a breath as she rubbed you firmly, her lips coming to kiss your neck. "Trust me," she whispered as she slid her fingers through your folds before returning to your clit.

You watched Nat bite her lip, shamelessly watching you grow flustered. You weren't sure how much she could see between your dress, but the thought made your cheeks blush in embarrassment.

Wanda bit into the flesh of your neck, causing you to sigh as she sucked on a tender spot right below your ear. Her free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to the side to give her more access. Desire was swirling dizzily in your stomach, your hips bucking up to meet her hand.

"Wanda," you breathed, trying to make sense of the situation. You were trying your hardest to avoid Nat's burning stare, but it was hard with the way Wanda kept your face trained forward.

Her fingers came down to your entrance, pushing in only slightly before coming back out to circle it. You whined, earning an approving growl from your girlfriend who was quickly leaving hickeys down your neck.

"Gonna get to the point anytime soon, Maximoff?" Nat spoke thickly, desire evident in her voice. It was obvious she had her mind hinged on the chance that she would get to fuck you, but you knew that Wanda had only given her false hope to keep her more attentive to the show she was performing on you.

Chuckling against your ear, Wanda responsively sunk two fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from your throat as your hips bucked into her hand. She hummed into your neck, turning her face to look at Nat. "If only you could feel just how wet she is for me."

"Believe me, I can see it from here," Nat grunted, lust clear in her eyes.

The confirmation that Nat could see between your legs made you instinctively close them. Wanda's hand pushed them back open harshly. "Let her see, y/n. I want her to watch your pussy take me in."

You gritted your teeth as Wanda thrust her fingers inside you, curling them at your deepest point. You kept your legs open, too overcome with pleasure to try to do differently than what she commanded.

"That's a good girl," she purred, moving her mouth to your collarbone and biting it. Her hand in your hair kept your neck stiff as she added a third finger, the stretch causing you to whine and spread your legs wider to take her in. "See how well she takes me? She's so good, isn't she?"

The praise made you feel drunk as Wanda hammered her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your walls throbbed around her fingers, pressure coiling in your stomach. She was fucking you hard, going in until her knuckles were flush against you every time. You knew she was putting on a show for Nat, and you couldn't complain because it felt so damn good.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Romanoff. It's not looking to great for you." Wanda rubbed her thumb against your clit, and your eyes squeezed shut from all the pleasure. She gave you a quick and painful tug at your hair. "Look at her, milaya. I want her to see you cum around my fingers."

Hesitantly, you forced your eyes open and trained them on Nat's dark ones. She was squirming in her chair, turned on by the sight of watching you get fucked and also uncomfortably jealous.

"W-Wanda," you moaned, feeling your climax approaching. You were bucking your hips up to her almost pathetically, your dress having ridden up around your hips and leaving you completely exposed.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me."

Your body instantly obeyed her words, your orgasm washing over you. Your insides clenched around Wanda's fingers, and your eyes bore into Nat's as your mouth fell open. Your hips stuttered as Wanda fucked you through your climax, chuckling victoriously against your neck.

A look of disappointment washed over Nat's face. As turned on as she had been, she was now more frustrated than ever at being proven wrong.

"So good," Wanda praised you as you panted, eyes fluttering closed as your climax faded. She pulled her fingers out of you, holding them up to show how glistening they were. Turning to Nat, she placed her fingers inside her mouth, slowly pulling them back out and humming at your taste. Smirking at Nat's furious stare, she turned back to you and moved her fingers towards your mouth. "Open up." You obeyed, letting her slip her fingers between your lips, pressing them against your tongue. You closed your eyes and sucked on them, tasting yourself and you licked them completely clean.

Humming in approval, Wanda removed her fingers from your mouth before trailing your panties back up your legs and pulling your dress down, reminding herself she would be burning it later. Looking back to Nat, she smirked cockily. "So sorry, Romanoff. Looks like her pussy still belongs to me."

Finally, Wanda released Nat from the magical constraints. The redhead fiercely stood up, balling her fists at her sides. For a moment, it looked like she was going to lunge for Wanda, but instead she only glared at her, eyes flickering to you for a moment before she stormed away, slamming the roof door closed behind her.

Wanda helped you stand from the chair, your legs wobbly. Holding your waist, she looked down at you much softer. "Are you okay?"

You dumbly nodded, holding onto her shoulders as the breeze picked up and caused you to shiver.

Grazing your chin with her hand, she pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and looking down at you intensely to whisper, "If you ever let her flirt with you again, I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."