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gutsby · 9 months ago

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Hating Game

Pairing: dbf!Joel x Reader

Summary: Celebrating your dad’s birthday at the yacht club becomes damn near unbearable when Joel Miller brings a date along too. Jealousy and hate sex ensue.

Warnings: 18+. Food fight turned hatefuck (don’t ask). Cockwarming and semi-public sex on the bridge deck. Oral (m! and f!receiving). Daddy kink. Dirty talk. Age gap. C*mplay. Katoptronophilia. Orgasm denial. One risqué Viagra joke. Drinking games. Descriptions of vomiting. Joel cockwarming you while smoking a cigarette <3

Part 1 | Part 3 | Part 4

"Can ya try that one more time, sweet pea? For daddy?"

You can. Try, anyway. Controlling your tongue while he’s buried so deep inside you is a far harder task than expected, though. Especially when he’s so still.

Joel sees it. Feeling a twinge of pity, he leans over your body and digs his hips even deeper—not thrusting, but still granting a modicum of friction as he takes another drag of his cigarette. The hot, heavy throb of his girth pulses like your own fucking heartbeat, and your eyes roll back.

An orangutan on roller skates would’ve had more grace.

A grizzly bear in hibernation might’ve been more lively.

A fucking cross-eyed octopus reciting Shakespeare would’ve been less strange, alarming, and painfully awkward to see than your father’s best friend the week after he’d railed you senseless in the front seat of his car.

Joel Miller had shown up with a date, for Christ’s sake.

Of course, you’d been three cocktails deep and playing stack cup with a random group of gentlemen on the bridge deck at the time, but that was almost immaterial. This was your dad’s fifty-first birthday party—one of the rowdiest nights the Austin Yacht Club had yet to see—and yeah, you planned on getting belligerently shitfaced on Dirty Shirleys and obscene amounts of catered food.

You’d never thought to bring a date of your own, though.

That was just distasteful and crass, all things considered.

Presently, you slammed your ping pong ball to the tabletop and watched it make a wide arc over your cup.

“Fuckfuckfuuuuuck,” you whispered low as the man four spots down made it in, and the man after him bounced the ball straight into his own on the first go. He moved the tall, swaying stack of red Solos immediately to your right, and you knew from the jump you were fucked.

Tommy Miller was a master at stack. You could already see the sly smile on his face from the corner of your eye.

Just as Mötley Crüe gave way to Hall & Oates on the speakers overhead, Joel’s brother crammed his stack of cups over your own and made a smug, triumphant bow.

“All you, kid,” he grinned and slid the second to last cup in your direction.

You could’ve cursed his whole bloodline, Joel included.

There was no way in hell you were getting stuck with death cup again—the last, cruel punishment for the loser of the game a mix of three different types of liquor, soda, and a spritz of Natty Light. Filled to the brim and waiting to be downed by whoever didn’t sink the final shot.

You squared your shoulders and locked the fuck in.

Bounced the ball once. Twice. Christ, this was hard. The man to your left was struggling too, but he seemed just as determined and twice as skilled, and you were pretty buzzed. A second later, he made it in and, of course, slid it right back to Tommy, who was practically overcome with laughter.

“MILLER! MILLER! MILLER!” Men were not creative when it came to chants. Or beating fists on furniture.

“Quit shakin’ the shit!” Tommy roared, tapping his ping pong ball deftly onto the table’s surface.

You blinked a few hazy, anxious thoughts out of your head and tried with everything in you not to miss this shot. The instrumental bridge of ‘Maneater’ was sinking its teeth in your soul and taunting your nerves to no end.

You took the ball, swallowed hard, watched the cup, and flicked your wrist, at last, from a singularly perfect angle.

The ball was a millisecond away from making it in.

Tommy Fuckstick Miller managed to stack you first.

A chorus of obnoxious, wholly drunk howls rang loud in your ears, and suddenly, the attention was back on you, the unhappy victim of the game’s most gruesome drink.

You didn’t hesitate. You pinched your nose and guzzled from the cup before the torment could go on any longer.

You did well at first.

Opened your throat like a pro and cleared it down to the last fourth of the drink, to the point where you could see the slick white bottom side of the cup clear as day.

Your mouth had just flooded with the final draught of death cup when a familiar guitar riff caught you off guard.

You weren’t sure why it had to happen that way, but after being forced to listen to the song some five thousand times on your road trip with Joel, the tenor of Billy Joel’s voice was like nails on a chalkboard to you now. Grating. Nauseating.

Vomit-inducing.

Swiftly, you ran to the nearest railing and lost your last drink—and your whole dinner—over the side of the boat.

You yakked into Lake Travis like you never had before.

And, just as that stupid, forever-tainted song surged on, you heard footsteps approaching. A moment’s pause. Then a hand on your back. Patting gently and, seconds later, lowering a cup of water to the side of your head.

Your face was still dangling upside down off the yacht. You didn’t want to be touched.

“Go to hell, Tommy,” you muttered.

“You first,” he said, chuckling.

You didn’t sit so much as slump back onto the deck with your head in your hands. The whole boat had gone sideways in your mind, and Tommy’s outstretched arm looked more like a bubbling lump than a friendly gesture.

You groaned at the sight of the cup and shook your head.

“I’m alright, okay. I’m good.”

Then, when the cup didn’t waver:

“Can they change the fucking song already?!”

Tommy cocked a brow and squatted down next to you. He set the water aside.

“Got a problem with dad rock or somethin’?” he smirked.

You shook your head no—it wasn’t the music that was making you sick but the man Tommy called his brother that made you wanna vomit again. The thought of that man tangled up with a svelte brunette who looked fresh off the cover of Sports Illustrated when he couldn’t even be bothered to shoot you a text after the condom broke last week. Like he just didn’t give a shit if you were alive, dead, or pregnant with his child. Unfortunately, you had nothing more to throw up, and your eyes were on fire.

Tommy slung an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. Took a handkerchief out of his pocket.

“No more Dirty Shirleys for you, young lady,” he chided, dabbing lightly at the tears that had trickled out.

“No more men for me,” you grumbled quietly.

You couldn’t see it then, but you could feel him trying not to smile. He tugged you closer.

“Boy trouble, huh?” he said, “Whose ass needs kickin’?”

Your brother, actually. Curb stomp that fucker, please.

You shrugged instead.

“Some guy from school.”

Tommy nodded, waiting for you to elaborate. When you didn’t, he just assumed you wanted to keep it to yourself—which you did—and squeezed your shoulder softly.

“Well…you know you’ve got your dad, me, and Joel to beat the shit outta any guy, any time, any place, right?”

You wished it were that simple. You wiped your nose and nodded all the same.

“And…” Tommy started again, working slow to get you back on your feet, “Most guys your age don’t know their ass from their fuckin’ elbow, honeybun. Don’t take it too personal if he’s dumb enough to lose a gem like you.”

The corners of your lips twitched slightly at his words. Almost smiling by the time he had you up on your feet.

“Thanks, Tommy.”

“Anytime, kiddo.”

You might’ve rolled your eyes when he pinched your cheek, but the water he held back up for you to drink looked far too appetizing, and you knew he meant well. You took the cup from him and started to chug.

Again, you’d almost made it through the whole refreshment when a sound threw you off. Abruptly.

“Where have you two lovebirds been?!” Tommy chirped.

You lowered your water and almost regurgitated again. Bile jumped up in your throat, and you just narrowly managed to keep it all down with a cough and a sputter.

Joel and Ms. Centerfold were at the far end of the deck.

Joel was tucking his dress shirt back into his pants.

Are you fucking kidding me?

“Gettin’ nasty on her daddy’s yacht? That’s bold,” Tommy cackled, nudging you playfully.

Your face was bloodless. Every last ounce of pretense and decorum had spilled out with your dinner, before, and now you were just staring at Joel blankly. Numb.

You watched him shove the last clump of his shirt under the waistband and straighten up slightly. The woman at his side flashed you and Tommy a blinding white smile.

“Might say the same for you,” she called back. She seemed to be eyeing you both with a half-curious look.

Tommy made a face as if to say ‘yuck—what the fuck?’ and threw his arm around you again, shaking you lightly.

“She’s like my little sister, Ashton. You’re fuckin’ gross.”

Little sister. Nice. Like a knife twisting inside your gut.

If Joel took any notice of the comment, he didn’t show it. He just stood there, dull and impassive as a loaf of bread. Every coarse lineament of his face was unreadable—just as bleak, bland, and uncaring as the eyes staring out of it. Then he fished around in his back pocket and pulled out his lighter and a pack of American Spirits. He passed the latter to Ashton and leaned over to give her a light.

Throwing yourself off the boat seemed like the most logical next move out of anything available to you.

That’s when you knew you were off your shit and needed to leave the bridge deck—immediately.

“Need a drink,” you mumbled, starting off the other way.

Tommy was hot on your heels, following fast after you.

“That’s— that’s actually the last thing you need, I think, sweetie. How ‘bout some lemonade?”

“Can you spike it with bleach?”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Tommy followed you down the staircase straight through to the galley, past the throngs and pockets of partygoers crowding the main dining area. Hitting the bar was a bad idea—wait staff knew you well enough to sense when you were utterly trashed, sad, or both—so you slipped toward the wine cooler and quickly sidestepped Tommy.

“No! No way. Nuh-uh.” He was still trying to block your access to the fridge when you grabbed hold of the door.

“Hair of the dog, Thomas.”

“That’s not a thing. That’s— you just projectile vomited off the deck, dude. You need a breather.”

You stopped just long enough to let Tommy pry you off the refrigerator handle and back to the kitchen island. You were pissed off, sure, but also not nearly prepared for another drop of alcohol if you were being honest with yourself. Your head was still spinning when you sat down on the counter.

Once you were settled, Tommy got to rifling through the cabinets, and you pressed a hand to your forehead.

“So how long’s that been going on?” You couldn’t help it.

“Wha- oh, Joel and Ash?” Tommy hummed from deep inside a cupboard. He came out with a small blue box.

You winced at the nickname. Watched him go from the pantry to the sink, fill a glass halfway, find a spoon, and tear the box in two, along with a couple chalky tablets.

“They’ve been…weird.” The sentence was punctuated with a pinch of his brow and a frown. He started stirring.

“Weird how?”

Your feet were dangling over the edge of the island; you pretended to gain a sudden interest in a smudge on the toe of your shoe.

“Weird like…I don’t know,” Tommy tossed the spoon in the sink and turned back to you. Holding out the cup, “They’ve been ‘friendly’ for years—Ash is a coworker of ours—and Joel swears it’s nothing more…but I dunno.”

He ended his speech again with that weird intonation and grimace, like he wasn’t so sure if he believed what he was saying himself, then shook his head and shrugged. He watched you take a sip of the Alka-Seltzer and urged you to get the whole thing down. It tasted like shit.

“Christ, that’s salty,” you coughed.

You didn’t want to keep going, but Tommy tipped the glass back in your hand and made you finish.

“It’ll help with your stomach,” he said before strolling over to the caterers’ fridge to look for bland food options.

“So if they’re not a thing, why’d he bring her here?”

You didn’t care what Tommy thought of your questions. He knew you were eager to hear the tea in any situation.

You watched as your friend procured a hand of bananas and some bread. He gave the fruit to you and took the bread over to the toaster, where he dropped in two slices. You couldn’t quite tell if he was contemplating an answer, didn’t want to spill, or hadn’t heard the question at all. He snagged a plate and a butter knife while you peeled apart your snack, silently dying to know the truth.

At length, Tommy shrugged. Again.

“‘Cause Joel’s a goddamn drama queen and doesn’t know what he wants, I s’pose,” he said.

Ain’t that the truth.

Then, after a minute:

“Had his panties in a wad ever since he went to Boston.”

You stiffened hearing that. You couldn’t pretend to be invested in your shoe scuff, the floor, or the food in your hand any longer. Your eyes flitted up to Tommy to see if his expression had shifted any.

It hadn’t—he was just looking for strawberry jam.

“You hitched a ride home with him then, didn��t you?” he asked casually.

You swallowed and nodded. You watched Tommy retrieve the two freshly-warmed pieces of toast that jumped up to greet him and, having found the jam he wanted, slapped them both on a plate and lathered them up. You muttered a quiet ‘thank you’ as he slid them over.

You were almost too scared to ask more questions, but you knew you had to find out. About Joel, Ashton, anything Tommy might’ve gleaned about your trip home from Boston. You found you could hardly sit in one place and had to step off the counter to eat your food.

“Joel’s been, uhh…how do Gen Z’s say it? Trippin’ balls?” Tommy reached for a banana himself and started in.

“Tweaking,” you corrected him.

“Tweakin’, yeah. Joel’s been a real fuckin’ tweaker lately.”

“In what way?”

“Just…shuttin’ himself in is all. Wouldn’t talk to me or your dad or anybody for days after he got back. Didn’t show up for our monthly Bingo matchup at Mando’s—and he hasn’t missed one of those in almost six years.”

You pursed your lips, equally mystified. You knew just how seriously your dad and his friends took those games—how rare it was for Joel to turn down any opportunity to drink, play Star Wars-themed Bingo, and shoot the shit with his buddies over Coors Light and cheese curds. You took another bite and waited for Tommy to continue.

“And there’s— there was this…thing he— I dunno.”

Suddenly, it seemed your friend had lost the power of coherent speech, and he was rubbing the back of his neck, flashing a half-sheepish smile, and shaking his head. Contemplating whether he should share something with you and ultimately deciding against it.

You raised both eyebrows.

“What?”

“Nah, it’s dumb, really.”

“Tell me.” You took a far-too-large bite of your banana and had some trouble getting it down.

“Well, he…” Tommy trailed off, shifting his gaze from yours to take a look at his own shoe, for a second, “When me and your dad were riding with Joel to a work site…we, uh…found a box of Plan B in his glove compartment.”

Half-chewed banana and toast almost flew across the room while you spluttered and choked and just barely managed to cover your mouth to keep it all in.

“Right? Threw me for a loop, too,” Tommy grinned as you beat your chest with a fist and fought to keep yourself breathing, “Your dad damn near had a baby when he picked that little box and those booty shorts up himself.”

When he what?! You wanted to scream, just picturing your straight-laced, conservative father flipping a Plan B box between his hands, in shock, and then…your shorts—when the fuck had you taken your shorts off again?

Right, when you were busy trying to scoop some more of Joel’s jizz from your cunt as he raced you both to CVS.

Good times.

You held your hair back and leaned over the sink, spitting two more chunks of banana and bread down the drain. Tommy reached around behind you for the spigot and filled another glass with water as he tried not to laugh.

“Easy, now,” he said, patting your back like he’d done for you before, “Joel didn’t happen to mention this lady friend to you now, did he?”

“No,” you choked. You wiped your mouth clear of any spit and food residue and slowly blinked down into the sink, feeling an old wave of nausea begin to settle over you. Accepted the new glass of water from Tommy and hoped he wouldn’t notice the tremor in your hand as you did.

The man seemed completely oblivious. Still standing close behind you, Tommy rubbed circles in your back and leaned a little closer.

“Death cup really got ya, huh?” He smirked, and you realized then that he very much was like an older brother. This whole situation with Joel was fucked on so many levels and would be fucked tenfold if Tommy ever found out.

You turned around and felt yourself steadied between two warm, broad palms—‘Wanna sit? Lie down?’—and then you were shaking your head, reaching for another banana and trying like hell to seem semi-composed, though every neuron in your brain was firing away at a million miles per second and your legs were feeling like scrambled eggs.

“I’m okay.”

“Yeah?”

Suddenly, one of Tommy’s hands had moved up to brush a few strands of hair from your face, and you felt your skin radiating raw heat. A deep-seated anxiety, too.

He’s going to find out—what if he already knows?

What if Joel tells Tommy?

What if Tommy tells dad?

Your mind was reeling, on fire, still working in earnest to find something to tell your friend to say you were fine, just dizzy, and definitely not fucking his big brother.

Your brain was drawing blank after blank after blank.

Just then, a clatter sounded nearby. Both of you jumped.

When you shot a look to the source of the intrusion, you nearly folded into Tommy from secondhand humiliation.

“Nice hands, feet,” the younger Miller called over to Joel, who was currently trying to recover the dozen-odd pots and pans he’d knocked over at the threshold of the room. You stared at the two in a mixture of confusion, disbelief, and disgust—the latter reserved exclusively for Joel.

You set your drink down, held your hand over your stomach, and pretended to head for the bathroom.

“Be right back,” you muttered, brushing past both men.

You knew you wouldn’t be back at all if you could help it.

Still clutching your banana in one hand and your raucously churning tummy in the other, you climbed the galley stairs fast to get back up to the bridge deck. You almost tripped over both your heels trying to make it up the steps so quick, desperate for solitude and quiet.

Another hair metal hit from the ‘80s was playing overhead, but fortunately, the deck was free of people. You stumbled over to one of the catering tables, looking helplessly for something that might settle your belly, but no, this sickness was coming straight from your head—from that insufferable munch of a man, Joel Miller.

You gingerly approached the railing behind the table and prepared yourself for another round of dry heaving.

You rested both elbows on the metal, looked out toward the dark, glassy water beneath you, then hung your head in abject defeat. You slid your tongue across the roof of your mouth and waited for the vomit to come.

The only thing that followed were footsteps.

Heavy, thunderous sounds making their way up the stairs.

“Stay back, Tommy. Please.” You raised a hand to the man approaching softly behind you, not turning your head, “That Alka-Seltzer stuff didn’t work for shit.”

“Shoulda stuck to water, sweet pea.”

That made you pivot.

Not a quick tilt of the head or a twist to the side, but a full-fledged 180-degree spin on your heels, hand to your gut, what-the-FUCK-are-you-doing-here turnaround.

You stared ahead and felt sicker than you had all night.

Then, pointing one crooked, accusatory finger his way without thinking, you hardly knew or heard what you were saying before the words came out. It sounded a little something like, “Joel, you goddamn fucking idiot.”

Joel didn’t flinch.

In fact, he seemed supremely unfazed.

He just held your fuming gaze and frowned.

“You tryin’ to fuck my little brother or somethin’?”

Your hand had closed around your banana on the table before his words had hung in the air for even a second. You flung the fruit full-force at his head, enraged.

Unfortunately, you were drunk and your aim was shit. Your yellow boomerang-like weapon of choice barely made it within three feet of its target before it glanced off a light fixture and struck the ground with a thud.

Accuracy be damned, you weren’t quite done.

“You left the fucking Plan B out for my dad to find?!”

Just when Joel tried to answer, or perhaps hurl another accusation in your direction, you stuck your hand in the closest catering tray you could find—a serving of green peas, as it was. You lobbed a handful at the man as he started to draw closer, and this time, you managed to land a pretty hefty spray. Joel only rolled his eyes.

“I didn’t leave it there—you did,” he retorted.

“My shorts, too?!”

You grabbed another fistful of peas and threw it. Joel was able to dodge it right before making it to the other end of the table. He gripped the edges of the wood in both hands and stood stern—imposingly—opposite you.

“Your shorts, your fuckin’ problem, sweets.”

Just when you reached for another green pea projectile, he surprised you and made for the tray right beside it.

Shortly, a glob of garlic mashed potatoes struck the front of your dress and slid slow, almost sluggishly down the pristine pink silk fabric before falling at your feet. Joel’s aim was evidently much better than yours.

You brushed what chunks of food you could get off your chest and pinned him with a wide, incredulous look.

“You’re a Grade A fucking asshole, you know that?”

“You’re a bit of a shithead too, potato tits.”

“FUCK you!”

“Already DID!”

You would’ve flipped the whole table if it were in your power to do so. Would’ve toppled all the tables, kicked the chairs, took a lighter to the curtains and sent the goddamned yacht down in flames if you had to—that was how much you despised the man in front of you.

Instead, you threw your hands up and stormed off.

“Maybe I will fuck Tommy!” you barked as you started toward the stairs, “I’ll fuck your brother’s brains out, and you can screw Ashton all you want, how ‘bout that?”

You’d made it about two feet before Joel grabbed hold of one of your wrists and yanked you back. You didn’t hesitate to throw a gruff—and ultimately fruitless—punch that hit him square in the chest. He didn’t budge.

“You don’t mean that,” Joel sneered. He shook your whole frame with one simple flick of his forearm.

“I’ll tap your whole bloodline like a keg, Miller. Try me.”

Again, you tried to shake him off, but the hand only constricted around you tighter. Then it was walking you backwards, slowly, almost carefully, until your back was to a wall and your eyes were searching his, angry as ever.

“You’d break your daddy’s heart with that one,” Joel said just above you, voice lowered considerably.

“Yeah?” you challenged, “Maybe if I was less of a shithead I would care what my dad thought. But I’m not. So I won’t.”

“Wasn’t talkin’ about your father, darlin’.”

Joel was good.

He was an insufferable ass and he was good.

Then you remembered the radio silence over the past seven days and the fact that he may or may not have fucked someone else earlier that night—possibly right where you were standing—and he lost all appeal real quick. You shoved him hard in the chest once more.

“Don’t play that shit with me. You, of all people—” You made as if to read him the riot act but cut yourself short, deciding it wasn’t worth your time explaining human empathy to a man who believed bootcut jeans and all things Ely Cattleman were peak fashion, and just learned what ovulation was last week. Then, sliding along the wall and trying to head to the stairs again, you felt Joel’s leg slot between your own.

“What did I do?” he said, curious.

Before you could answer, his thigh had stirred in place, grazing lightly over the spot the hem of your minidress had exposed to him. You ignored it.

“Doesn’t matter,” was your non-answer.

Joel seemed intrigued by the ambiguity and only lowered his head to get closer to yours—‘Then why’re ya so mad you’re throwin’ dinner food at me, darlin’?’—puffing warm breaths on your neck and only smiling when you flinched back. He took your response as a cue to keep pressing, both figuratively and physically.

“Just wanted attention or somethin’? That what it is?” Joel’s voice was as saccharine as it was taunting, words paired with a hand circling light across your thigh. He wasn’t moving in, and it was tearing you to shreds inside.

“Fuck your attention, and fuck you, Joel.”

Words hardly reflecting how you felt internally.

Swiftly, then, the hand at your leg was raised to your face—cupping it with a bit more force than you expected. Joel’s grin stretched even wider.

“Attention and discipline,” he mused aloud, “Two things dad never gave his little girl growin’ up, I see.”

Before you could reply, he was squeezing your face even tighter and nodding his head, as if already anticipating your answer. Then, somehow lower, “Such a filthy mouth on her, too. Never knows when to keep it shut and how to be polite to someone who fucked her so nice already.”

You might’ve whimpered if you didn’t also want to throat punch the motherfucker and knee him in the balls. When Joel started stroking your cheek, you groaned instead, and you hoped he would hear it as chagrin, not arousal.

“I can help with both of those, y’know—” His thumb rubbed a little harder, and his leg moved up. You pressed your hands flat to his thigh to keep him from teasing, but the man would do no such thing to oblige you. In fact, he just shifted his leg back and forth…and back, again. A ripple of bliss from the friction sparked low inside you.

“I can give you attention, and I can scrub that mouth clean if that’s what you really need,” Joel continued, “Just say the word, darlin’.”

“Fucker.” That was your word.

And it worked well enough for Joel.

In the next instant, he had you half-carried, half-dragged across the deck and thrown onto the table where you’d lost that dreaded game of stack. Solo cups still littering the surface, and puddles of beer soaking in through your dress, you made a sound of disgust and tried to thrust yourself up, just to fail. You squirmed and swatted at the man standing in front of you, who easily kept you pinned to the surface with one palm laid calmly on your belly.

He reached into the back pocket of his trousers and retrieved his lighter and cigarette pack.

“Someone could catch us,” you hissed, helpless, unsure of what else to say to show you weren’t giving in just yet.

Joel lit up in four seconds flat. He sucked in a breath.

“I roped off the stairs coming up,” he replied.

He what?

You moved back, slowly, on the surface when Joel worked a hand to his belt buckle, and you heard half a dozen plastic cups fall to the floor behind you.

You would not be his date’s sloppy seconds—ever.

Joel yanked at your thighs and pulled you back to be straddling his hips, shrugging his pants down; you couldn’t bear to keep looking when he lowered his briefs.

He took another drag and eyed you hungrily, happy to see you all sprawled out and pretty before him. The tight fabric of your dress had cinched over your hips and left you bare to just panties, making him grow even harder.

“Joel.”

He worked his dick out of his pants and moved the head to trail slow along the seam of your barely-clothed cunt. Even through the lace, he could feel how wet you were. He notched the tip at the space where your panties had parted just slightly to the side and felt your arousal pool even wetter around the end of his member. He grunted.

“Joel, I—”

“Daddy’s gonna give ya attention, sugar. Hold still.”

You couldn’t. Wouldn’t. You splayed your fingers over the hand that was trying to guide his cock into you and clenched your jaw—every carnal fibre in your being telling you not to do what you were about to try anyway.

“You fucked her didn’t you?”

Joel flicked the ash off his cigarette, “No.”

“You brought her here.”

“Had to.”

Your face was flushed and likewise flooded with smoke, curling slow from Joel’s lips before it painted the air an opaque, muddied grey above you. You wriggled your hips away from his, and for once, he didn’t try to stop you.

“I saw you tucking your shirt in. Tommy said you fucked!”

“Tommy’s about one fry short of a Happy Meal, honey,” Joel puffed once more, “He’s always sayin’ shit like that.”

Incredibly, he’d managed to use about a dozen funny words in that old Texas lilt and still say so little to actually answer your question. When the pinch in your brow told him you weren’t quite satisfied, Joel let out a sigh.

“Ash spilled pebre on my shirt. I had to change.”

Oh.

“And you—” you started.

“—have no fuckin’ right to know, one way or the other, because you’re the one who said we’d just ‘fuck and forget it,’ remember?” Joel interrupted, reminding you of your own curt words from your Bronco boning session.

Again, you tried to speak and found yourself spoken for, Joel carrying on as casual as ever as he sucked the last life-breath from his cig and stared you down, cynically.

“Your dad’s the one who made me bring her tonight. Said I seemed ‘down’ since the last gal I fucked wasn’t around—I didn’t have the heart to tell him it was his daughter—and here we are,” Joel smiled, wryly, and flicked his cigarette into the lake. You would’ve liked to tell him littering was a crime that trashed us all but refrained.

You were too busy staring at his lips, wondering why he hadn’t kissed you yet. You reckoned all the pea flinging, swearing, and swinging might’ve played a small part.

At length, Joel slid a new American Spirit out of its pack and wrangled you back to his hips as he lit up again.

“Happy?” he said, after a beat.

You weren’t sure whether to nod or cross your arms. Beckon him in with both hands or kick his bunched-up pants, belt, and boxer briefs away altogether and keep the bratty act going. You didn’t like being wrong.

At any rate, it didn’t matter. He’d called you on your bluff.

Still smoking, still smiling, still happy as a clam at high tide, Joel pressed his length straight up to your folds and watched you squirm on the wood underneath him.

“Gonna listen now?” he hummed.

“Uh-huh.”

Good, his wretchedly deep brown eyes seemed to say. Good that you were here, good that you were spread wide and supine beneath him, good that you’d gone all soft and pliable under his touch and were watching him now with a look that said you’d let him do just anything.

Good that he could fuck you.

Great that he wasn’t planning to—not fully, anyway.

Joel wasted no time taking your answer in the affirmative to slip past your panties and push deep inside your sweet cunt. When your walls stretched and cried all around him, he sighed and gripped your legs even tighter. He gritted the cigarette between his teeth and brought your ankles to rest over his shoulders, sinking in even deeper. Then he had to hold steady inside you and keep you flat on the table in front of him, and just when you whined to fuck me now, Joel, fuck me right now, daddy, please, he stilled. He took a big, long drag and didn’t move an inch.

He’d teach you some discipline one way or another.

“Joel, please,” you groaned again, hands bracing the table to start fucking up and down on his shaft, before he put a stop to that fast and held you firmly in place, “Please, Joel, I need you so fucking bad, daddy, please.”

Joel tapped his ash to the side and ignored your pleas.

He felt your walls contract around him and tried not to grunt. He focused instead on the smoke overhead.

“Wanna say that nicer?” he asked, deadpan. Then, staring expectantly down at you, while you flushed and struggled to stay still, “Keep that mouth a little cleaner?”

Fuck, did he have that father-figure tone down to a T.

You laid there before him and almost forgot his cock was wedged inside you for a second. He seemed so sincere.

“I wan— want you to move, daddy, I-I-I don’t know how else to say i— FUCK!” Your pussy spasmed around him when the tip of his pubic bone grazed your clit. That squeaky clean mouth of yours was nowhere to be seen.

“Mhmm,” Joel nodded anyway, pretending to be observing your behavior as he might for a clinical trial. Like he was testing a new drug, not his dick inside your cunt, practically clenching in Morse code around him.

“Can ya try that one more time, sweet pea? For daddy?”

You could. Try, anyway. Controlling your tongue while he was buried so deep inside you seemed to be a far harder task than you could’ve ever expected, though.

Joel sensed it. Feeling a twinge of pity, he leaned over your body and dug his hips even deeper—not thrusting, but still granting some modicum of friction. The hot, heavy throb of his girth pulsed inside you like your own fucking heartbeat, and your eyes rolled back.

“Fucking shitsucking DICK BITCH CUNT! FUCK!”

Sounding every bit the uncouth novice in a COD lobby chat circa 2009, you knew you didn’t have the faintest hope of earning Joel’s strokes now. You hated yourself for it—and Joel, too, for subjecting you to such cruel and unusual punishment for just needing to fuck him hard.

You were desperate and heated. Five seconds away from yanking your sex off of his and going to town with your own fingers, you felt a palm press down on your tummy.

Damn Joel and his super-sized hands.

You could barely breathe, much less pry yourself off.

Joel was quiet and calm. Stuffing you full and puffing away at his cigarette the whole time. He smirked.

“Ain’t that difficult, honey,” he said, hardly losing his will or his sympathy when you shot a raw glance his way, “Stay still on this cock and ask daddy nicely, ‘s’all ya gotta do.”

He could tell by the look in your eyes you couldn’t stand to play nice—but needed to cum. He watched you swallow your pride, soften your eyes just a bit, and when you felt you might implode from all the feeling, whined,

“Please make me feel good, daddy, please, I need it.”

Joel breathed and eased back just an inch, lowering his hand to thumb softly at your clit. You keened.

“That’s my sweet girl.”

Still just rubbing that bundle and looking down while you came unraveled, Joel thought you perfectly sublime. He’d kill to keep you there like that, eyes rolling and skin soaking the table beneath you both in sweat and arousal. He stared down at the place your bodies were connected—a sliver of his cock visible and soaked with your juices—and he felt a wave of desire crest over his mind. Panting, quietly, he brought one hand to your hip and kept the other working furiously over your clit, trying to ignore the urge to rut inside you. It was self-discipline for him, too.

He wouldn’t let you know that yet, though.

He crushed the cigarette between his teeth and kept still.

“Ya like that, sugar? Like daddy stuffed inside this pussy, makin’ ya beg real pretty for me?” His husky Southern drawl ran like molasses off his tongue, thicker now when he was balls-deep and half-drunk off your cunt.

You watched his mouth, intrigued, and saw a long line of spit drip deliciously from those pretty, stubbled lips of his to your lower ones, making the spot more filthy and warm as your fluids mixed together. Still, Joel didn’t move a thing more than his thumb—but the sounds from you both were growing louder and more desperate.

The gentle squelch of spit, sweat, and arousal running all down your pussy, paired with those noises you made when you were feeling this good and squeezing him tight, was enough to send Joel straight over the edge. Now he didn’t have the strokes or any motion to focus on before him, just you—he flicked his cigarette away the second he sensed you were getting close yourself.

“Sweet little thing,” he cooed, still rubbing in circles, “How’s my baby feelin’?”

You clawed at the table beneath you and knocked your head back once or twice on the wood, humming a quick, ‘Good, daddy, good’ in the most hoarse and pathetic voice you’d ever used, and Joel smiled. You hadn’t cursed out loud in a minute and seemed to be taking his touches well. He’d have to give you some form of reward.

Gently, Joel pulled back and made a shallow thrust inside you. Both your body and his jolted with pleasure.

“FU—n stuff, fun stuff,” you hissed, trying hard to mask the expletive.

In truth, Joel was struggling too. Just one stroke inside you and that coil inside him was about ready to burst.

“Fun, huh?” he teased, keeping his motions down to quick pistons as he laid his palms flat on either side of your head, “Daddy make ya feel fun-ny, does he?”

“Yeah, he does, he— ah, SHIT right there, right there!”

Evidently, he’d found your G spot.

Joel stilled inside you as soon as the foul word escaped.

You whined. Loud. Almost tempted to burst into tears.

“Nononono, that doesn’t count, Joel! That doesn’t—” Your voice was shortly supplanted by a whimper when the man went back to thumbing your clit, hips rendered still once more and cock wedged deep inside your core.

“What’s it gonna take to make you behave for me, huh? Do I have to talk to your daddy again?” Joel seethed.

You shook your head quick and felt him circle your clit even harder, more punishing now. Your body craved the friction from his cock but could barely contain the words that were coming out now. You pinched your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm creeping closer and closer, and whimpered gently, desperately, ‘Fuckfuckfuuuuuck.’

Whether it came down to making terrible plays at stack cup or getting your clit torn apart by Joel’s thumb, you simply could not keep the filthy language at bay.

You weren’t going to listen, that much was clear.

Joel had no choice but to make you learn a different way.

So, prying his fingers and his cock from your cunt, he reached across for your hips instead—pulling you off of the table and pushing you down to the floor, at his feet.

He smoothed a palm over the top of your head and fisted your hair in one hand, his cock in the other, and brought his hot, swollen, slick-coated length within an inch of your face, stroking fast.

Your gaze flitted from the sight in front of you to Joel’s eyes, back and forth, stunned and in utter disbelief. As you felt your own climax crumble and recede from you at once, the sound jumped up your throat before you could stop,

“What the FUCK is your problem, Joel?!”

“There it is,” Joel just flared his nostrils as he jerked himself above you, “There’s that nasty fuckin’ mouth.”

He pulled your head even rougher and tipped your chin back to meet the scowl on his face. Pleasure had almost swallowed the man whole, yet his expression scarcely betrayed a trace of it, eyes cold and jaw clenched tight.

“If that mouth can’t be good for me, can it open real wide and show me how a dirty slut does it?”

You were beside yourself. Holding his gaze like a bomb might go off in his brain any second—something you’d be happy to see—you scowled as well. Begrudgingly, and knowing Joel wouldn’t ease off of this punishment until he’d made you pay for your language, you nodded.

“What’s’at?” Joel snapped, stroking himself even faster, “What do ya want me to do, sugar?”

You gritted your teeth and silently wished they were crushing his balls to powder between them.

“Want…you…to cum…on my face.”

“Little louder, sweet pea, can’t hear ya from up here.”

The sound of his palm working over his cock again and again, shimmery and slick with your arousal soaking it, was almost too much to bear. You watched, forlorn and silently boiling with rage as Joel stared down at you, as merciless as he’d ever been. Mocking, almost, it seemed.

“Want you to…cum on me, please.”

“One more time, darlin’,” Joel pressed, pupils blown wide with desire, “Be real sweet and say it one more time f—”

“I WANT YOU TO CUM ON MY FACE, YOU FUCKER.”

That sparked the first real smile on Joel’s lips you’d seen in a while, and then he was watching you cockily, nodding.

Before you could even think to blink, stand up, or storm off again, you felt a fat, sticky-wet glob of warmth hit your cheek. Then another. Then another. Then another. You winced and flinched back, but Joel held your head in place, in front of his cock, and gripped you firmly as he unloaded rope after rope of his cum all over your face.

By the time he was finished, your skin was glistening. Coated in the stuff and still blinking through strings of the hot, sticky mess as Joel stood over you, chest heaving fast as he pumped himself through his release.

Must be fucking nice.

When the downpour had slowed to a trickle, two thick fingers swiped at a dollop of cum on your cheek. Then, wordlessly, they moved down to your mouth.

“Open,” Joel commanded.

You’d barely parted your lips a quarter of an inch when he pushed both digits inside. Swirled them around in your mouth and made sure to cover every soft, wet contour and crevice before pulling out with a pop.

He wiped at your other spend-streaked cheek and repeated the action, plunging his fingers in and out of your mouth to make sure you cleaned him thoroughly. This was more of an act meant to tease than anything else, you knew, almost demeaning in the way he stood there and nodded his head while murmuring, ‘’Atta girl.’

You hated how much you liked that stupid show of dominance—and, even worse, how good he tasted.

Joel brushed your tongue with another fingerful and watched you bob your head in time. He hummed his approval and scanned your face for any spend left over.

There was a lot. He paused, as if considering something.

��Drop ‘em.” Joel motioned to the straps of your dress.

You did as he said and pulled both bands down at once. When your breasts spilled out of the fabric, you watched Joel lower his gaze and, fixating on the spot you’d just exposed to him, take two—no, three—careful fingers to collect the remainder of himself and spread it downward.

Joel took his cum and smeared it all over your tits.

He was equal parts meticulous, gentle, and gratuitous in doing so, and he took pleasure in every second.

With a heavy-lidded, glossy gaze trained unwaveringly on your chest, Joel rolled each nipple between forefinger and thumb and fell into a trance. Rubbed you up and down every inch he could find and groaned at the sight. Glazing your skin all over with him and savoring it.

You couldn’t deny the feeling of being marked in a way so degrading, dirty, and adoring at once had a dizzying effect on you, too. The look in his eyes, and the soft brush of his fingers, almost quelled your rage entirely.

Almost.

When Joel pulled your spaghetti straps back into place—and you, in turn, back onto your feet—you yanked away. Forcefully. While Joel straightened up, silently cursed his bad back, tucked his dick in his pants, and started to reach for your waist, you jabbed the fastest, fattest, fuck-your-whole-family middle finger in his face and took off.

“Honey—”

“Don’t.”

“But I—”

“Have some goddamn fucking nerve.”

You’d nearly made it to the staircase again, heels turning to start down the first steps, when Joel sidestepped at lightning speed and blocked off your passage. All you saw then was the front of a starch white dress shirt and a light patch of chest hair peeking out from the highest button, crowding your vision, moving in time with every manoeuvre you tried to make around him. He smelled like sweat and fresh citrus. Perhaps a hint of vengeance.

You wouldn’t meet his gaze when he grabbed your face. Tried to shrug him off when he made as if to pull you into a hug—‘Are you off your shit?! Are you?! People are right downstairs’—and Joel just smiled. Grinned like a jackass eating briars, about five times too smug for his own good, and drew you into his chest by gentle turns.

You weren’t sure why you recoiled when he kissed you.

Hell, you’d done it a dozen times before—albeit a bit more frantically, in a way to say ‘I need to fuck you’ when words just wouldn’t suffice—but this one was different. Deeper. Joel was gripping both sides of your face and still grinning as he kissed you, feeling your muscles slacken some and your frame meld gently into his.

You hated it.

“I missed you,” Joel murmured between kisses.

Hated him.

“How’s my baby been, huh?”

Oh, you know, just waiting. Hating you a little. Hoping we didn’t inadvertently create a baby ourselves, courtesy of your prehistoric condoms.

“I missed you.” Gently. Again.

You tensed in his hold when his lips trailed down to your neck. You felt a low flutter. It was like your feet had been glued to the floor and your tongue left wholly immobile; you let Joel caress, kiss, and whisper down your skin like every cell beneath his touch wasn’t seething en masse.

Your stolen climax. Broken condom. Close call with your father and Tommy. Radio silence ongoing for days.

You couldn’t wrap your head around any of it, or him, or how grossly inconsistent the man’s every move upon you now seemed to be with the way he’d acted all week.

Joel slowly descended your body.

“Like I said, honey…you fuck with my head,” he said soft against your dress, then your legs, then the space in between them.

“Makes two of us,” you grumbled back.

You braced your weight against the railing over the stairs just behind you when he slipped your panties to the floor. Then he tucked them snug into one of his back pockets and brought his face to your wet, aching core.

“Discipline doesn’t come easy, does it?” It sounded like something trapped between a question and a declarative coming out from the side of Joel’s mouth.

Fortunately for you, he didn’t try to clarify which of the two he meant, or do much else at all except eat your pussy from that point on. He kissed your thighs, gripped them tighter, then wedged his face between them while you held fast to the metal behind you. You stifled a moan when his tongue traced over the seam of your cunt.

You didn’t have to like the man to love what his mouth could do for you, you silently reminded yourself.

Love it you could—and would. Without shame.

Granted, you were still sensitive as all hell from your last almost-orgasm of the night, but Joel knew how to work his lips and tongue around it. He swiftly lapped between your folds, teased a finger at your hole, and wrapped his warm lips around your clit to suck once or twice, and you were damn near ready to spiral in seconds. You fisted the soft salt-and-pepper hair at the top of his head and rutted your hips in short, shallow motions against him.

“Good girl,” Joel crooned, welcoming each thrust with another swirl of his tongue, “That’s my sweet baby.”

“Joel.”

You traded expletives for the simple repetition of his name, not wanting the pleasure to stop. Joel hummed and sucked and held your legs around him even tighter.

You sighed, almost whined, and dug your fingertips into his scalp, feeling your climax building quick inside you.

Joel’s mouth was working faster, sucking harder, drawing smaller and crueler circles, lapping eagerly against your arousal and giving it everything he had, it seemed, to work you up to your release. He grunted when you yanked hard on his hair but didn’t stop.

In fact, the bastard just kept trying to talk you through it, fluid movements of his own tongue and lips be damned.

“Doin’ so damn good for me, sweet pea, keep goin’.” There was an apology in there somewhere, working hard to atone for the orgasm he’d denied you right before.

Four more flicks of his tongue and a gentle endeavor to pump his fingers in and out, again and again, right above that soft, spongy pad of pleasure deep inside had you teetering over the edge of a cliff.

You tore your gaze from Joel for a second, preparing for that sweet and lusty consummation, when your head turned to the side just slightly. You almost groaned.

Your own hot, flushed, and fucked-out reflection was the first thing to greet you in a sliver of a mirror on the wall. Just beneath you, as you could’ve expected, there was Joel—kneeling between your legs with his chin tipped up, beard coated in moisture and pleasure and warmth. You weren’t sure why the sight from this angle had such a strong effect, but something about the full view of your bodies in motion gave your stomach a pinch. A burn. You ogled the glass and made a sound audibly higher in pitch than a whimper as Joel suckled and tongued at your clit.

You came just like that—gripping the rails, fisting his hair, rutting your hips, and staring implacably at that mirror.

When Joel resurfaced, you were still fully transfixed.

Gawking at how fucking nice he looked between your thighs. How filthy it all was to be seated on his face and cumming for his tongue while the rest of your father’s dinner party mingled blissfully unaware downstairs.

When you saw Joel rise, you jerked your head back.

You weren’t sure why it felt like being caught, but it did.

Just as you began to murmur some half-assed apology his way, you felt hands on your hips and a rock-hard bulge at your rear as Joel spun you round in front of him.

He shoved you flush against the mirror so your tits were pressed up to the glass. He gave you a quick once-over.

Slid the straps of your dress off your shoulders and shimmied the fabric down your chest, once again.

With your breasts splayed out in front of you and your hands pressing hard on the mirror—as if letting up the slightest bit might send you straight through it—you tried to crane your neck. You felt the sticky squelch of cum and fresh spit painted over your chest, muddying up the glass with every movement you made. Your chin dug deep in your shoulder as you cocked your head to the left, eyes searching for Joel’s behind you.

You heard the clink of a belt, followed by a rustle of fabric. Then a hand slamming close beside your head on the mirror, while another worked industriously to free his cock from the confines of his trousers once more.

“Joel,” you breathed, still tender from your climax.

“Hm?”

He was gruff as he rubbed and smacked your bare ass with his cock. Let it rest on the soft, fleshy shelf between you two and teased his length over that space.

“Did someone take his little blue pill today?” you teased.

“Fuck off.” You saw a flicker of a smirk in the mirror.

No way Joel Miller was getting a full-fledged erection twice in the same ten minute span. That shit didn’t happen outside the realm of porn flicks and a woman’s wildest fantasies when it came to men Joel’s age. He knew it just as well as you but tried to feign indifference when he pressed the head of himself to your folds. He did, however, suck in a breath at the new sensation.

He could do this.

He could cockwarm you raw, tonguefuck your cunt, ravage and render you all but brainless on the surface of that mirror, and still have the wits about himself to take another breath. He could show those shit-for-brains college boys he’d been battling for days in the depths of his mind how much better he could fuck you than them.

Really, Joel was just manifesting at this point.

He hadn’t busted a nut and fucked this quick since Bill Clinton had been in office. All hat and no cattle whatsoever for this pussywhipped cowboy.

“Better hope I go easy on ya, sugar.”

“Best believe I won’t.” You would’ve winked if you weren’t so bone-crushingly aroused and fresh off your peak.

Joel had just chuckled, more than a touch nervous, and began rubbing your warmth to coat himself in it—angling his slightly apprehensive penis up to your cunt when you straightened some. Rather than keep your tits to the mirror, you chose to press your back against him, ass snug to his front and eyes roaming wildly over the reflection of your two forms. Both of you flinched when the head of his cock hitched around your entrance.

Joel’s Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat just over your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your skin.

“Gotta be the sweetest thing I ever seen,” he whispered into your ear. Meeting your gaze in the mirror and lifting his hips just so before breaching your folds.

He hoped you’d take it for sweetness and not just a vicious strain of anxiety or weakness as he prepared for the first thrust. He’d need a second, a minute—maybe a goddamned hour, if he was being real honest. You were too damn pretty to be fucked by a two-pump chump.

Joel nudged his nose against your ear and tried to stall. Pausing a beat.

“Never been humped and dumped before, yaknow.”

Wait—the fuck?

That came out wrong.

You cocked a brow and tilted your hips. You didn’t seem keen on talking but had no choice but to humor him.

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?” you hummed.

Joel balked at his own stupidity, trying, and failing, to remove his foot from his mouth and remedy his words.

“I mean, I— I get it,” he returned, too fast for his liking, “I’m no texter myself, I just…thought, uh, maybe—”

“Miller. Spit it out.”

Your body was all but leaking arousal before him and the man was trying to divert the conversation to…phones?

Joel winced.

Felt his member deflate with embarrassment just a bit.

NO! No. No. Just…fuck. Stay hard. Please, stay hard.

He’d done it to himself. Tried to hamper sex for a second too long just to give his dick a fighting chance at survival and ended up mucking things up supremely. Per usual.

“You never texted me back.” He sounded blunt now. Rushed.

Joel watched you raise both eyebrows.

“Texted you back?” you scoffed.

“Yeah…texted, called, snipchatted, whatever.”

Your face didn’t change despite the glaring Gen X error.

“You never texted me, Joel!”

What?

Suddenly, the dick wedged between your legs and hovering over your cunt seemed to be the last thing either of you could be bothered to worry about.

“I’ve…been texting you all week. Called a few times too.”

“Like hell you have. You ghosted me and went off the grid this whole fuckin’ week—Tommy said so, too.”

Joel cringed again to hear his brother’s name brought up in this context and shook his head. You were wrong.

“512-867-5309. Been trying to talk to you all goddamn week, see how you were, and you never responded,” he said, indignation creeping into his tone against his will.

At last, your expression dropped.

From furious to frowning to just fucking annoyed. Your lips were drawn tight in a line across your face.

“My number is 512-867-5305, dipshit.”

“Huh?”

“5 at the end, not a 9.”

“…No.”

“Yeah…”

Shit.

Joel Miller had made his fair share of flubs in his life, but fucking up the phone number of his best friend’s daughter whose pussy he’d accidentally cum inside the week before seemed almost criminal. Too fucking asinine and rookie-level dense to ever recover from. He blinked.

“Thought you…hated my fuckin’ guts,” he confessed.

You threw your hands up in disbelief, frustration. Fury.

“I do— believe me, I do,” you snapped, “But not for that.”

‘That’ meaning the last time you two bumped uglies. Joel wasn’t sure whether to take heart or step back.

“What’s’at mean?” he asked.

You pushed your feet a little further apart on the floor and pressed back into Joel. He took that as a decidedly good sign and reached for your hip. Then took his cock, again, which had invariably twitched and swelled up at the smallest motion from you.

“Means we’ve got plenty of reasons to hate each other, but fuckin’ ain’t one of ‘em,” you shrugged, angling your ass in the perfect place for penetration. Joel was just about back to full-mast and buzzing as you spoke, “I can get over the whole…old dude taboo—you being dad’s friend and all—I just couldn't stand the thought of you leaving me in the lurch when shit got weird at the end.”

‘Weird’ meaning risky. Virulent. Damn near catastrophic if it ever came to be that one of Joel's swimmers had latched onto one of your eggs and knocked you up. The fear of pregnancy, and every bloodcurdling, awkward conversation to ensue, had been amplified tenfold by the thought that Joel didn't even care one way or the other and couldn't be bothered to text, call, or otherwise show that he didn't totally regret what you'd done in his car. You could handle a clean break, but leaving it on such uncertain terms had been torture. At length, you sighed.

Joel was nosing behind your ear now, a bit less tense.

A little more laid-back and warm this time around, as he, like you, had gotten to exhale a breath of relief realizing that neither of you had deliberately tried to fuck the other over, or ghost, just yet. You'd been pissed at him all night, and he'd been busy barraging a perfect stranger somewhere in Austin with strings of texts and calls all week, but the two of you were ultimately OK. For now.

“But you still hate me, huh?” Joel spoke low against your skin and felt you soften just a little.

You nodded, careful not to slacken too much.

“Mhmm.”

Now Joel was almost glad to have taken that brief, heated detour, because his dick had made a complete comeback and was aching to tease you some more. He grabbed the base of his length and slotted it slow as ever between your folds. Rolled his hips forward and pushed you both a little closer to the mirror. One of your hands flew up to steady yourself, and Joel’s hand followed. He laid his palm over the back of yours and pressed in.

“It’d be a real shame if you do,” he said, smirking as he notched the tip of his cock just within the tight ring of muscles at the groove of your cunt, “For a second there I was starting to think you might’ve liked fucking me, too.”

In the next second, Joel was easing inside you. Feeling you arch into the motion and grabbing hold wherever he could across your front, he pulled you into his chest and felt a streak of coarse pleasure lick up the full length of his spine. Your walls were squeezing him in a brand new way, a novel position, and he was starting to fear there wasn't any place he could fuck you that wouldn't send him veering for release within his first two strokes inside.

He bucked his hips a little something like an amateur, he thought, getting used to taking you like this. You were moaning, holding his fingers between your own atop the mirror as you squeezed your pussy tight around his cock, and he hoped that meant you hadn't minded the few stuttered, desperate strokes he'd delivered at first.

“I love…fucking you, Joel,” you seethed at last.

Then, wordless as it was pointed, finding his gaze in your reflection, ‘I still hate you, Miller. There’s a difference.’

He slammed into your ass and quickly got the sense that you liked it this fast—loving, lusting, or despising him otherwise. Almost needed it a bit frantic and rapid-fire when he was fucking you from the back, he reckoned.

Joel looked you in the eye from his view behind you in the mirror and saw it clear as day. He almost grinned.

You were wildly fucked out and in need of quick release.

For once in his life, he could oblige you on that, easy.

He slid his cock in and out, rutting much quicker than he ever thought you’d want it, and he grunted. Slipped a hand between your thighs and felt you pulse around him, involuntarily, when his fingers found your clit. He could tell by that grip, and those febrile little whimpers, that you were loving this just as much as him and probably were as close, if not closer, to a new, shuddering climax.

Joel plunged deep inside your cunt and drew you closer.

Taking your throat in one hand, he nudged your body into the glass and smirked, drunk with the feel of you.

“Ya like it when I fill this pussy, huh? Love feeling me deep inside this needy little hole?” he murmured, slow and taking care to draw out the syllables in each word.

You nodded that you did. Rocked your hips back to meet his thrusts and moaned.

“I love it, daddy,” you managed weakly, “Love it so much.”

The fingers at your clit increased in speed, and Joel rutted into you even harder, relishing the soft squelch between your bodies as he moved. Then he reached for a fistful of your hair and, instead of pulling back like he might normally have done, he pushed in. He pressed your face in the mirror, turned to the side, and pistoned his hips even faster. Felt your moans spill out across the glass and mix with his own, and he couldn’t help but let a raw, primal impulse take over his thrusts—and tongue.

“You make the prettiest fuckin’ noises, y’know that?” Joel breathed, hunched over and close to your ear.

Before you could so much as acknowledge his praises, bob your head, or moan in response, he shifted the hand in your hair again. This time turning your face toward the mirror, he brought your lips within inches of the glass and made you watch him fuck you, again and again.

You trailed your gaze over your full reflection and almost whined out loud, ripe with desire and ready to cum just seeing how good he looked as he took you from behind.

With his brow furrowed, pupils blown, hair a fucking mess, lips parting slightly with the strain of every grunt and moan, and hips rolling repeatedly, furiously into your own, Joel looked about as handsome as you thought you’d ever seen him. You felt the soft nudge of his tummy behind you, the tightened grip on your hip and in your hair, and within seconds, you were nearly there.

“My pretty. fuckin’. girl—” Joel managed through gritted teeth, each word punctuated with a thrust, “—and her pretty. fuckin’. moans.” Then, bringing his beaming, sweaty expression right next to yours in the mirror, “Ready to cum for me, pretty girl?”

You curled your toes into the floor and nodded, slotting your fingers through his own when he planted a hand above you again,

“So— so close, daddy.”

Joel squeezed your fingers back. Kept your faces damn near side-by-side in the mirror and relished the marked change in your features when he grazed that spot inside. You let out the filthiest, fuckdrunk moan and didn’t need another stroke—you came around his cock with a tight, pulsing spasm, seizing his hand, rocking your hips back into his hard as the pleasure washed over your body.

Joel’s cock absorbed every last delicate throb, hot and heavy enough to send the man spiraling himself. He braced his front tight against your body and kept fucking you through your release, groaning a vicious, desperate bout when he felt that deep-seated urge to spill his seed.

Fuck. He’d have to pull out. Now.

Just as his own climax was close at hand—close as he could ever, or should ever feel it while still inside you—Joel reached down for your hip to pull out and cum all over your ass, but he was brought to a stop. Swiftly.

To his surprise, it was you pulling off of him—sliding off his cock and dropping to your knees as if to take him in your mouth.

Thank fuck.

Joel grabbed his dick as quick as he possibly could and moved to start stroking himself over your face, when your hand closed around his own. Stopping him. Again.

You grinned.

Feeling the slightest twinge of retributive pleasure at seeing him like this, just like he’d had you, your smile stretched even bigger. Joel could’ve wept at the sight.

You brought your lips to his cock and grazed it, barely.

“Wanna try something fun?”

He knew better than to let a moan slip at a time like this.

Not when he was sitting at the dinner table; not when he was surrounded by the people he knew and loved the most. Not when he was celebrating his best friend’s fifty-first birthday, and certainly not when that man’s daughter was currently perched between his thighs, out of sight from every eye at the party but his.

Joel lifted the tablecloth. He almost came on the spot.

This was your idea of ‘fun.’

Payback by any other name would’ve smelled as sweet.

Seeing your mouth open wide and your lips curled tight around his hot, throbbing member, Joel couldn’t help but ache for reprieve, or else a split-second lapse of judgment—one where he forgot all sense of decorum and simply went to town on that pretty little face of yours. But, as it was, the rest of the party was totally oblivious to your absence, and he didn’t want to draw attention to it, or him, by roughfucking your mouth.

That would come later.

No, now he would let you glide your mouth gently over his shaft, leaving trails of thick spit and hints of a shiny pink lip gloss in its wake. He’d let you bob your head softly—self-assured in a pace you got to set—and he wouldn’t lay a finger on your face or let a thrust of his get in the way, because this was all about you giving him the pleasure. Maybe making him squirm just a little, too.

That didn’t mean he couldn’t steal a glimpse every now and then and pin you with an expectant look when he wanted something done his way. The room was dimly lit and everyone in it drunk; Joel would gladly take the risk.

‘You can go deeper than that, sweet pea.’

‘Nope, three-fourths ain’t enough, I need your mouth around me whole.’

‘You did wanna make daddy feel good, didn’t ya, sugar?’

He didn’t have to speak a word of it out loud for you to know what he meant. What he needed. You loosened your jaw and stretched your lips even wider, whining just a little when the head of his cock grazed your tonsils.

“Fuck that feels nice,” Joel said aloud.

You froze.

Then, without missing a beat, you heard him continue just as comfortably, speaking to the people around him,

“Y’all feel that breeze comin’ in?”

Sick fuck. You continued to suck him anyway.

One hand braced tight against Joel’s leg and the other moved shamelessly between your own, and you tried not to moan, but the sound escaped anyway. No one heard it, but Joel felt it reverberate down his shaft, and he gripped his glass of Merlot like a vice. Your dad shot him a curious look from across the table but said nothing.

“Can’t get enough’a her, huh?” Tommy grinned beside him.

“What?” Joel faltered. Set his drink aside carefully.

Down below, you dragged your mouth just far enough to take his tip between your lips and suckle. Joel grunted.

“The wine,” Tommy said, still smiling, “You must love it.”

Joel let out another strangled breath that he tried to pass off as a chuckle and nodded.

“Got me on my fuckin’ knees,” he admitted.

And that was the truth. Starved for air and blinking through tears as you knelt down to blow him, it was still you with the chokehold on Joel, and both of you knew it.

Try as you might to convince yourselves otherwise, the man was enrapt. Too spellbound to turn down your offer of sucking him dry under the dinner table just minutes after he’d almost cum all over your face, Joel was in it, and he was in it deep. It was just that small matter of you being his best friend’s daughter that made him loath to admit it. At any rate, he had your tongue licking strips up his cock and felt a sudden, sharp clench in his stomach.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Neither would you.

Joel couldn’t see it then, but you’d practically soaked your own hand from how hard you’d been rubbing your clit—ignoring his orders not to touch yourself there—so turned on from just sucking his dick and needing to feel relief while you selflessly, secretly pleased him beneath the table. While Joel reached for another draught of wine, you brought one hand to his balls and kept the other at your cunt, triple-tasking like the efficient little slut he needed you to be: sucking, cupping, and rubbing all at once to get the two of you off in one minute or less.

You guided him down to the furthest place in your throat, then pushed him even deeper. You gagged just slightly and felt a hand reach down for your cheek. A thumb began to rub at the tears welled up at the corners of your eyes.

‘Sweet thing hasn’t felt a man this deep before, huh? Wanna swallow some more?’

You nodded that you did. Couldn’t actually hear him now, or see much else besides the soft tufts of hair on his belly, but you could feel a light, heady warmth seep into your brain.

You rutted your hips and just hoped no one dropped a fork nearby. Bucked desperately into your hand and felt the heat start to swell to a whole new feeling, and suddenly you were whimpering, whining on Joel’s cock from under the shade of the table and cumming all over your fingers.

Joel returned a quick smile from your father and cracked a joke about the Super Bowl. Raised his hips just the slightest bit and wiped one of your tear-soaked cheeks.

‘Almost there, hon, keep that throat open for daddy.’

All you could do was cry and try your best. Wild feelings from both the slow, deep facefuck he was giving you and the flurry of euphoric aftershocks coursing all throughout your body made it almost impossible to bear, but you obeyed your sweet and strong and steady-handed Joel and sensed a blossoming desire crop up for something else.

You wanted to taste him as he blew his load in your mouth, flooded your tongue with his spend, and painted every inch of your insides with that hot, sticky stuff.

You needed him whole.

Your Joel.

In tune with your thoughts—or perhaps just overcome with a need to see you before he reached his peak—Joel raised the tablecloth the slightest bit when Tommy wasn’t looking. His gaze locked on yours, and his tongue darted quick between his lips. He cocked a brow. Brushed his thumb again and looked down as if to say,

‘Ya want this, darlin’? Want all of me?’

You gave a soft nod, and that was all he needed.

No sooner had you given him the green light than his cum went pulsing out in ropes, coating your throat and eventually your whole mouth as you held still and took it all.

There was so much more than you thought. So much of Joel that had been waiting to give your mouth a proper fucking glaze that once he’d started he just couldn’t stop. Above the table, your dad shot a pointed look in his direction—‘You good, man?’—and it took every ounce of strength in Joel’s body to grit his teeth tight and nod.

He’d filled so much of your mouth it was spilling out.

You tried to hold steady, keep your movements extra slow. You’d heard your dad’s voice and just knew there’d be a lot more on the line than Joel’s dribbling seed if either one of you fucked up now. Your breath caught in your chest, and you felt too afraid to even swallow.

“I just…came,” Joel started, and your head almost cracked on the wood surface from how abruptly you flinched back,

“—to the realization—”

“—that you…are so…motherfuckin’ old, my friend.”

Your father’s laugh was the first you heard, followed by Tommy, his friends, and a dozen other party guests.

The next thing you felt, to your complete and utter shock, was Joel’s cock brushing your cheek. Then your lips. Then your tongue. He slid his still-hard member through the ‘o’ your mouth had made in awe and started to move in gentle motions back and forth, like a man all but aching to get a feel for your wet, sodden walls.

A man who couldn’t risk a glimpse now, but wanted more than anything to see the mouth he’d just filled.

Your father’s words hadn’t even cooled in the air.

Joel Miller, you sneaky, freaky fuck.

As the laughter subsided, and Tommy scooted back in his chair to take leave of your table, you felt a spark ignite. Whether it was yours or Joel’s or both your perverted minds suddenly alight and insane with the same thought, you couldn’t be sure, but you could make out the sound of a tablecloth flipping back up above you.

Joel slipped his dick out of your mouth and grinned. Took a firm hold of your face under the table so his fingers were coaxing your jaw to unhinge before him.

It was the lowest, slowest, menacing sort of sound you’d ever heard from him before, but it was his all the same.

Speaking to you now, softly, “Show daddy, darlin’.”

You thought you might like to see him that way forever.

Eyes honey-soft and glazed, thumb toying at your lip. Chest heaving up and down in time to your own breaths and growing ragged as you opened your mouth to him. He was sated and somehow unfulfilled—a bottomless pit of raw prurience as he stared down and held your gaze. Hair tousled, pants unbuckled, cock resting comfortably against your cheek, the man looked wonderfully undone and half in love with your sweet face peering up at him.

You couldn’t deny you loved doing this, too.

You’d just wished he saw Tommy before Tommy saw you.

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scarlethexelove · 7 months ago

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Hii, can you write Jock! Intersex!Carol x virgin (and innocent about sex) reader where they are dating but reader is stressed to do it with Carol because of Carol's past reputation on campus, so the reader thinks that she will be directly rought but when Carol starts touching reader to initiate sex, reader told Carol that she's virgin, and Carol becomes soft and take her time with the reader to not hurt her too much, even if the reader will feel pain during the first penetration (including Carol who doesn't want to wear condoms so reader asks her why and Carol says that she hates it and that condoms kill the feeling of the walls, unprotected sex, breeding, Carol calls reader babygirl/princess )

I'm Ready

Pairing: Carol Danvers x Reader

Word Count: 2752

Warnings: Intersex!Carol, Smut, P in V, Virgin!Reader, Fingering, Oral, Breeding, Soft!Carol, Little bit of degradation, Little bit of a Daddy kink (Said once)

A/n: I'm so sorry I didn't add much of the Jock part but it is mentioned a little. My brain is mush and I'm having a hard time thinking of what warnings there are. Please if I forgot something really important let me know. Hope you like it and sorry it has taken me a bit to get to this. I have been so busy and then got sick.

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You turn to walk backwards behind in front of your best friend Wanda. “I think I’m ready.” You tell Wanda her face is puzzled at your words. “Ready for what?” She asks you. You slightly blush at the thought. “I want to have sex with Carol.” You say just above a whisper. “You want to have sex!” Wanda says loudly. “Wanda.” You whine with how loud she was. You look around to see people looking at you making you look down in shame. “I’m sorry Y/n/n. I was just shocked. Are you sure?” She says softly and you nod. Both of you stop walking to talk. “I’m ready. I want it to be with Carol… I think I love her.” You say shyly.

Wanda can’t help but slap your shoulder excited. “You love her? Oh my god. I’m so excited for you.” Her words make you smile. “Thanks Wanda.” You hug her before pulling back, keeping your arms around her. “You know I will admit that I was hesitant on you dating Carol because of her reputation but I have seen the change in her and in you.” Wanda smiles, hugging you again.

“You can invite Natty over tonight. I’ll be at Carol’s tonight.” You wink at Wanda. She shoves you as she starts to walk away. “Just don’t have sex in my bed.” You laughed and Wanda winked which caused both of you to burst out laughing.

You find yourself sitting on Carol’s couch cuddled into her side as you two watch a movie. You keep sneaking glances at Carol which doesn’t go unnoticed by her. She can’t help but smirk. The next time your head turns to look at her she is already looking right at you. Taking your breath away as the light from the tv illuminates her face. “Do I have something on my face baby girl?” She smirks knowingly at you. “N-no.” You mumbler looking down. Your nerves are eating away at you. A finger slips under your chin, bringing you to look back up into her brown eyes. She leans in kissing you soft and slow.

It takes no time as the kiss deepens and you both become more desperate for each other. You shift your body over into Carol’s lap as her hands grip your hips and your arms wrap around her neck. Her tongue exploring your mouth and a small moan being swallowed by Carol. You can feel her length hardening under you pressing up against your core. When your lungs start to burn you both pull away. Carol starts to kiss down your neck. You’re panting above her as her fingers dig into your hips, grinding up into you. “C-Carol.” You try to get her attention. She keeps kissing and leaving dark reddish purple marks on your neck. “Carol, w-wait.” You mumble out again, but all she does is hum against your neck. “Stop.” You finally manage to say. Carol immediately pulls back looking at you concerned.

“Is everything ok princess?” Carol asks you concerned, her hands cupping your cheeks as she looks at you. “I-I’ve never.” You mumble. “You’ve never what?” Carol questions not quite following along. “I’m a virgin.” You whisper looking down ashamed. It’s silent for a moment. “Y/n/n.” Carol says softly, but you don’t respond. “Princess please look at me.” Your eyes finally drifting back up to your girlfriend's face. Her smile is soft as she looks at you. “Do you want to stop?” She asks you which has you shaking your head. “I want to do this.” She smiles at you. “Are you sure?” Carol questions again not wanting to push you. “Yes.” You nod your head.

Carol picks you up which causes you to squeak, wrapping your legs around her waist and your arms tightly around her neck. She carries you to her bedroom and gently lays you down on the bed. For someone so experienced and larger than you you expect her to be a bit more rough and uncaring. But she is a total contrast to every word you have ever heard about Carol from other girls' mouths. Always the big jock on campus who could pull any girl she wanted. She is a badass on and off the court. But you have seen a different side than the rumors. Carol is sweet and caring, she has never pressured you for anything. You’ve been together for 3 months now and she hasn’t once asked for sex when you know with others that is all she wanted.

Carol leans back on her calves as she looks down at you sprawled out on her bed. She pulls her shirt over her head leaving her just her sports bra on. She reveals her beautiful sculpted abs and toned arms. You’re pretty sure you're drooling just looking at her. She gives you a wink which makes you blush before she is shuffling her basketball shorts off. Her toned thighs are only covered now by the boxers she is wearing, her large bulge confined by the fabric.

Carol leans down kissing you softly just hovering over you. “If at any time you want to stop, just tell me okay?” You nod your head in understanding. “Baby girl, I need your words.” Carol smiles reassuringly at you. “Yes I understand.” She smiles, pecking your lips. Carol’s hands move to the hem of your shirt and stop looking at you for permission. You nod with a small yes. You sit up helping her with taking your shirt off. Soon your bra follows being thrown somewhere in the room to be found later. You help Carol to finish stripping your clothes leaving you completely naked. You try to cover your body but Carol pulls your hands away. “You’re so beautiful princess, don't hide from me.”

You pull Carol down kissing her which she gladly accepts. She pulls away starting to kiss down your neck nipping and sucking as she travels down. Your breathing picks up the further she kisses down your body. Soft kisses trailing down your stomach down to your thighs. Settling herself there as she looks up at you with a lustful look in her eyes. Your breath hitching as you look at her nestled between your thighs.

A breath of hot air hits your wet folds as Carol releases a breath sending a shiver up your spine. Your naked body in front of her for the taking. The desire to take and claim you running through her mind. But she holds back only caring for your comfort. Your first time should be special and she wanted to make it the best. She knows she loves you but it does scare her because she has never felt like this for anyone. She only sleeps around and not falls in love but you caught her heart and she wanted nothing but the best for you.

Carol licks a strip through your folds moaning at your taste. You gasp at the new feeling, so different but so good. She circles her tongue around your clit before wrapping her lips around your sensitive bundle of nerves. She sucks harshly which causes you to moan, your hand flying to her hair and lacing your fingers through her hair. You can feel her smirk against you as she continues to work over your clit.

Breathy moans escaping your lips as Carol continues to lick and suck. One of her hands trailing up your body as she cups your breast and tweaks your nipple. Her other hand moving between your legs. Your wetness coating her finger as she teases your entrance. She slowly probes her finger at your entrance before slowly pushing one in. Your gasping as your grip on her hair tightens. She slowly pumps it in and out. Working on stretching you out to take her cock, not wanting to hurt you. She slowly adds a second finger, the stretch foreign with very little sting. “Mmm.” A tight grip on her hair as she lets you get used to the feeling.

You have never felt like this before the pleasure building in your lower stomach as Carol brings you closer to the edge. Her tongue working your bundle of nerves and her fingers thrusting in and out of you, her fingers curling up and pressing into the sensitive spot inside of you. Your moans filling the room as Carol laps at your cunt. “Please.” You whimper as you feel so close to the edge. “I-I think I need to. Mmm fuck.” Your walls clamp down on Carol's fingers as she lightly scissors them inside of you. “A-Ahhh.” The extra stretch is slightly painful but still building you towards your high. “Cum baby girl.” Carol moans against your core, sending you over the edge. Your back arching as your thighs clamp around her head and your fingers tighten their grip. The sting in her scalp caused her to moan. Your cum coating her lower face as she laps at your folds.

Carol works you through your high her tongue lapping at all the cum you could give her. As she slows down you come back to your senses, your chest heaving. “You did so good princess.” Carol smiles as she pulls back. Your juices coating the lower half of her face which has you blushing. You cover your face with your hands. You feel the bed shift before your hands are pulled from your face. She smiles, leaning down and kissing you roughly. You moan into her mouth when you taste yourself on her lips. This kiss is much more desperate, almost needy. You can feel her hardened length still in their confines pressing against your core.

A whine escapes your lips the longer you feel Carol’s length pressed against you. “Please.” You mumble against her lips. She pulls back looking you in the eye as she hovers over your body. She smiles at you leaning back as she pulls her sports bra and boxers off her cock springing free as she kicks them off her feet. You lick your lips when you see her cock springs free. She leans back over you and kisses you gently leaning her head against yours. “Baby girl it’s going to hurt at first but it will feel good eventually. If it becomes too much, tell me and we will stop.” She tells you gently her length rubbing through your drenched folds. “I’m ready.” You nod.

Carol lines her length up with your entrance, the head catching lightly as she coats it in your juices. “Carol, what about a condom?” You question as she slowly pushes the head in. You grunt and hold onto her shoulders the sting and fullness just from that little bit already overwhelming. She shakes her head. “It takes away from the feeling. I hate them.” She pushes in more. “F-fuck you feel so good.” You dig your nails into the skin of her shoulders the more she pushes in. “I’ll pull out, I promise princess.” Carol says which has you nodding a tear slipping down your cheek from the painful stretch.

You can feel the head of Carol’s cock on every ridge of your walls. Her cock slowly fills you full until she has sheathed herself inside of you. As a few tears fall she wipes them gently from your cheeks and kisses you softly, waiting for you to give her the go ahead to move. Your stretched walls feeling every vein and ridge of her cock. The pain slowly dissipates to something more manageable. You wrap your legs around Carol’s hips and grind lightly gasping at the feeling. Carol smirks slowly pulling back before lightly thrusting back in. She keeps a slow pace, her walls still stretching around her cock.

Small moans fall from your lips as your walls get used to the feeling of being stretched. Carol snaps her hips a little too hard when she thrust which has you whimpering. “Sorry baby girl, so sorry.” She moans. “You just feel so good. So fucking tight.” All you can manage is a nod, words hard to form. Carol slowly builds her thrust up to a nice steady pace. The pain melts into pleasure.

“Fuck so good for me. This pussy was made for me princess. Wraps around me so perfectly.” Carol grunts the gentle slapping of her hips against yours. Your hips bucking on their own accord the new found pleasure intoxicating to you. “S-so good.” Carol’s head pressed against yours as she continued thrusting. Her eyes fixed on yours watching your face morphing into one of pleasure. Your hands slipping to her back and digging your nails in. She moans at the sting as her hips speed up more. There is still pain mixed with pleasure as she pounds into you. A new feeling you never want to stop.

Both of your orgasms are building. Carol angles her hips to where the head of her cock brushes against that spot deep inside of you, having you moaning loudly, closing your eyes and dragging your nails down her back. “O-ohhhh.” Your back arching closer as you feel Carol’s chest against yours. Your hurtling towards your second orgasm as your walls flutter around Carol’s length. “Fuck princess your squeezing me so good.” Carol pants above you, her cock twitching as she gets close.

“I’m going to fill this pussy so good. Fucking fill you so full of my seed. Maybe just get your pregnant so you're mine forever.” Carol grunts with every thrust. Your mind turns to mush as you nod along to the words falling from her lips. “Please Daddy.” Your nails are digging deeper into her back, drawing some blood. Not even noticing the words that slip from your mouth. Carol smirks her hips rutting into yours.

Carol’s hand slips between your bodies reaching your clit and pressing her finger into the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your whimpers and moans echoing off the walls. With the added pressure on your clit you're so close. “Please s-so close.” You whine desperate to cum again. Carol is right there with you. “Cum with me princess.” Carol moans as she thrust a few more times before her hips stutter. Your walls squeezing her length so tight as you cum. Your nails scratching more at her back, your back arching impossibly closer to her. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as your body trembles below her. Carol feeling you cum follows not that far behind you filling you full as her hips twitch.

You're both panting as you both come down from your high. Your eyes open to see Carol’s wide slightly panicked eyes. Your eyes widening when you realize why her eyes are so wide as you feel her cum dribbling out around her cock. “I-I’m so sorry Y/n. I got carried away a-and you felt so good.” Deep down she actually hoped that maybe you would get pregnant from this but knows that you might not be ready for that. You're quiet for a moment processing what just happened. “I-it’s okay. You didn’t mean to.” You try to reassure her still being panicked since you aren’t on any birth control.

Carol pulls out of you slowly as you wince feeling a bit sore. “Sorry princess.” Carol says seeing you wince in pain. She gets up quickly going to the bathroom and getting a washcloth to clean you both off. She comes back before gently cleaning you up before she wipes herself off. She throws the washcloth on the floor to clean up later before crawling into bed. You instantly move to curl up into her side, laying your head on her chest. She wraps her arms around you tightly.

The room is quiet for a few minutes before Carol breaks the silence. “I’m sorry.” She mumbles. You look up at her with your chin on her chest and a small smile on your face. “It’s okay. It felt really good actually.” You blush, hiding your face in her chest which makes her laugh. “I love you.” Carol chuckles until she realizes what she said. You lift your head to look up at her with a smile on your face. “I love you too Carol.” You lean up to kiss her, both of you smiling into the kiss. You pull back, settling back into her arms as you draw patterns on her chest. Both of you are happy to be in each other's arms and in love.

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marvelobsessed134 · 1 year ago

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Package delivered

A/n: Back again with more Nat smut because I love her and I am down bad soooo yeah enjoy!

Pairings: Masculine!Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Warnings: smut, strap on use, degradation, rough sex, reader wears a maid outfit lol, dom!natasha, sub!reader, squirting, and I think that’s it let me know if I forgot any.

Summary: you and your girlfriends special package as arrived and you have some much needed fun.

It was just a normal afternoon in your small home in the outskirts of New York City when the doorbell rang. You told Nat you’d answer it, right when she was about to get up. The assassin’s eyes were trained on the screen since the New York Giants were playing against the Miami Dolphins. Of course, her being a big Giants fan she has to watch this. However you’re a Dolphins fan so the two of you butt heads all the time about what team is better but it’s all in good fun.

You’re not as invested as she is, you only picked the dolphins because of their name and the cute dolphin logo. You opened the door to find a medium sized cardboard box. Immediately you were filled with excitement and you felt your panties getting wet at the knowledge of what’s inside that box. You picked it up before closing and locking the door, skipping into the living room happily.

“Oh Natty…” you cooed. She looked at you, taking her eyes off the game before asking, “What is it, babe?”

You held the box in the air, “It’s here!”

You saw her eyes go darker and her demeanor shifting. “Oh, our special stuff is here?”

You nodded and jumped up and down before sitting on her lap, pecking her on the lips.

“Can we open it?” You asked.

“Sure, baby of course. Been waiting for this for months.” Long story short you and your girlfriend looked through a sex toy website and got a couple things. A couple sexy costumes for you and a strap for Natasha to wear. You’ve never really had experience with a strap but you’re definitely open to it.

The redhead used her pocket knife to cut through the tape and open the box. Inside were a bunch of packages for the costumes and she took them all out before quickly closing the box.

You furrowed your eyebrows.

“It’s a surprise, detka. There’s a reason I ordered this on my own.” She chuckled.

That made you more excited. You didn’t know what it looked like, how big it was…

Your eyes drifted down to the costumes. They consisted of,

A sexy maid

A sexy nurse

A sexy cop

And a sexy Harley Quinn outfit that was just labeled as a ‘Jester Girl’ to avoid copyright or whatever. The two of you love to act out cheesy porn scenarios and these are the perfect things to do it with. Minus the Harley one because Natasha is a big DC fan and just wants to see her girl in a Harley getup. Can you blame her?

“So, which one do I try on?” You asked.

Natasha scoped over the costumes before her eyes landed on the maid outfit. “This one for sure. You’d make a dirty little maid.”

You chuckled, “Okay. Should I go put it on now?”

“Oh yes please baby.” And with that you walked into your shared bedroom and put on the outfit. It has a short, black velvet skirt with white lace trim and a small apron, a matching crop top with puff sleeves and white detailing.

The skirt was short and you could see your white, cotton panties through them. Natasha loved when you wore white panties for some reason. Something about how innocent it looks.

You took a deep breath before walking out of the doorway and yelling, “Can I come out now?”

“Yes.” Nat called back and you walked down the hall and into the living room. Her eyes were immediately glued to your body and she bit her lip.

“Well, do you like it?” You asked, batting your eyelashes.

“Oh definitely. Give me a twirl baby.” She demanded and you did as you were told.

“Fuck.” She muttered under her breath.

“Nat, I know we’re supposed to do the whole roleplay thing but I’m so horny I need you now.” You whined.

The redhead looked amused at that, “Well then, you’ll be pleasantly surprised with my new cock.”

“Get down on your knees baby.” And you got on your knees, right in front of her crotch. You could see the bulge through her pants. You watched as she undid them before dropping them and her boxers off, revealing the pretty large strap. It was about 7 inches.

Eyes widening, you said, “I don’t know- how is this going to fit in me? I don’t know if I can take it.”

“Oh, you’ll take it. Now, are you gonna suck my dick or not?” So, you quickly got to work by first licking up to the top then taking the whole thing in your mouth. You began to suck her cock while she was sitting back still watching the game.

“Yeah, let’s go!” She cheered.

“Natty?” You asked. You wanted to see if she was enjoying this too. Not just you.

“No talking, slut. Suck my cock.” The Russian said sternly. Your lips parted in shock before obeying her. Fuck, you loved sucking it. It got you even wetter than before.

You moved your head all the way down, taking it at the back of your throat which made you gag. “Oh yeah, look at you choke on my cock.” She smirked.

After awhile, your jaw was tired and Natasha could tell so she grabbed your hair and pulled your head up. She saw the drool dripping from your mouth down to your breasts and the string of saliva connecting you with the strap.

“Tsk, such a dirty maid. Come on up here and lay down for me.”

You laid on the couch and your girlfriend pulled your panties down. “Looks like someone made a mess.” She chuckled before diving into your pussy, eating you out like you were her last meal.

“Oh! Oh god!” You moaned.

Her tongue flicked on your clit before going back in between your folds. “Mmm Nat.” You moaned again before feeling you coming closer and closer to your finish.

“You’re close, I can feel it, cum for me sweetheart.” And you did, crying out.

“Good girl. Hm, you think you’re ready for my dick?”

You nodded furiously.

“Hmmm I don’t know, this pussy’s pretty tight.” She teased as she started to slowly pump two fingers in and out of you.

“No, please, I can take it. I want your big cock so bad.” You moaned desperately.

So, she lined up to your entrance before pushing in. Your eyes rolled back, you whimpered as you felt it stretch your walls.

“Fuck you’re so so tight,” The assassin groaned before starting to thrust into you.

Your brows furrowed and you gripped onto her shoulders. “Mmm faster.”

“What do we say?”

“Please.”

“You want me to go faster baby? I’ll show you faster.” And she quickened her pace, now pounding into you without mercy.

“Yes! Yes! Oh yes!” You cried.

“Oh my god you’re so beautiful.”

“I love you natty.”

“Fuck, I love you too Y/n.”

And as she kept hitting your g spot you clenched around her before squirting all over the toy and the leather couch.

“Holy fuck that’s hot. I didn’t know you were a squirter.” She pulled her strap out before licking up everything. Then, she forced you on your knees again.

“For a maid, you’ve made quite the mess. Clean it up.” Natasha demanded and you sucked her cock once again, licking up your own cum and arousal.

The redhead leaned back, wiping some sweat from her forehead. “Fucking love this day.”

#marvel #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #top natasha #natasha romanoff smut #smut #marvel smut #marvel fanfic #smutty fanfic

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fruitbasketball · 2 months ago

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Do you think uconn wbb has a genuine chance at getting the NATTY? I really want them to win. Especially since it's been years and paige is not staying another year. What do you think their biggest challenge/obstacle would be? And who would you put in the starting five lineup?

Sorry, girl, I just don't have anyone to talk to this about.

i truly believe that uconn has the ability to win a national championship this year if this current roster stays healthy.

i’m not just saying this bc of my loyalties - i genuinely believe it. last season, i told y’all sc would get the natty and it didn’t matter who met them in the championship game - the chip was theirs without a doubt. imma keep it a buck now, too; uconn can go all the way

their biggest obstacle is 100% going to be experience. obviously some other schools struggle with their core not having played that many full seasons of college basketball (booker and harmon at texas, miles and hidalgo at notre dame, juju is still a sophomore at usc) but it’s different when kaitlyn chen is going to be the most experienced player on the court and she’s spent the rest of her career playing for an ivy league school. she hasn’t had the kind of non con schedule or tournament run that a player like paige has had - and paige has only played 2 full years of college ball.

it’s something you really miss with nika and aaliyah being gone - footwork in the post that only comes with time, the way nika can play such smart defense and will herself away from fouling out, the chemistry the two of them had on the court with paige; all of it boils down to experience.

starting lineup:

pg: chen

sg: fudd

sf: bueckers

pf: strong

c: el alfy

i’ve been iffy about starting sarah, but i went back and watched her high school stuff. that girl is a consistent big who has a 3 point shot. i can see geno putting ice at the 4 if he wants that experience factor and to balance out the frontcourt, but i only see aubrey coming off the bench. she’s such a huge spark plug - great at coming into the game and assessing exactly what she needs to do to get her team the win.

i got uconn all the way tho

#wbb #wcbb #uconn wbb #uconn #uconn huskies #paige bueckers #azzi fudd #nika muhl #aaliyah edwards #ask

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yelenasdiary · 1 year ago

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can u write dom! reader making sub! gp! nat fuck a fleshlight and then after she cums inside of it she makes nat eat the cum out while reader pegs her. I'm leaving the rest up to you if U want to add smth

Anything For You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: After catching your partner playing with themselves, you decide to give them something special.

AC: Thank you for sending something a little different! Sorry it took so long to write, I hope you enjoy this!

"Fuck!" you heard Natasha's soft groan as you hopped out of the shower. You could only imagine what the red head was doing before you walked into the bedroom wrapped in a towel, there she was, her eyes closed as she stroked her cock to the thought of you.

"You right there?" you asked, interrupting Nat from her moment of bliss.

"Please, don't be mad!" she jumped up, her eyes shot open at you, "I can't help myself" she added as you ran your tongue over your lips. "Is that right? you're so needy you can't help yourself huh?" you spoke, letting your towel drop to the floor. Natasha couldn't take her eyes off of your naked body, her cock twitched as it only grew harder at the sight of you.

Shaking your head at her, you wandered over to the wardrobe and grabbed a new toy that you'd been wanting to surprise your girlfriend with. "Since you think it's okay to touch yourself without asking, why don't you fuck this instead!" you turned on your heels to face her, throwing the fleshlight at her. She caught it with her skillful hands before looking at you. "You can't be serious?" she questioned, like a puppy who'd just been scolded.

"I'm very serious baby" you raised a brow at her as you walked a few small steps closer to her, "what's wrong? Don't you like it?" you asked, biting your bottom lip.

"Huh? N-no, I do, I j-just" Natasha paused as you stopped in front of her, your breasts directly in her eyesight. "Just what? Tell me, baby" you make her look up at you by tilting her head up slightly with your thumb under her chin. "I'd r-rather you" the spy admitted. You brushed a lock of her red hair behind her ear and smiled softly, "I have something in mind, but, can you be a good girl for me Natty?" you asked.

Natasha nodded, her cock painfully hard and in need of release at this point. "That's my pretty girl" you leant down and kissed her lips softly as you took the fleshlight from her hands, smirking against her lips as you guided the toy over her cock, "fuck the toy for me baby, show me how you want to take me" you spoke softly against her lips. Nat didn't hesitate in wasting any time, placing her hand over yours that held the toy in place as she began to thrust her hips.

"Good job baby, keep going for me, I'm just going to get your next surprise ready" you smiled softly at the moaning Russian. Natasha moaned as she nodded at your words, fucking herself into the fleshlight with great need. You wandered back over to the wardrobe and grabbed the strap on, Natasha had fallen onto her bed as she sped up her movements into the new toy, she didn't even notice you standing in front of her once again, watching as she cased her release, moan after moan after moan.

"F-fuck!" Natasha threw her head back when she felt your hands wrap around hers, forcing her to move the toy faster. "I c-can't hold it!" Nat looked at you, only just now noticing the red dildo that stood proudly between your legs. "I don't want you to hold it, sweetheart. Make a mess for me, fill your new toy with your cum baby" you replied, squeezing the toy tighter around her cock.

Natasha's moans bounced off the walls as she released her seed into the fleshlight, a delicious smirk tugging at your lips at the sight of her state. Cum soon began to drip from the toy and onto the sheets as you pulled the toy off Natasha's dick, "get on all fours for me darling" you looked up at the red head with a light smirk. The pretty little toy did exactly as told, presenting herself to you on all fours.

You placed the fleshlight beside you for a moment as you rubbed some lube over the red toy around your waist. "You're such a good girl for me Natty" you couldn't help but place a soft kiss on her cheek, "you'll do anything for me, won't you?" you asked.

Natasha nodded, "yes, anything!" she replied with a sense of need in her voice when she felt you probing the tip of the fake cock against her asshole. "Prove it" you placed the cum filled fleshlight in front of her, "clean it" you instructed as you watched Nat bring the toy to her lips. You timed it perfectly, watching as Natasha's tongue tipped into the fake vagina as you slowly eased yourself inside of her. Her muffled moans were like magic to your ears.

"Good girl" you smirked as you continued to watch as the red head's tongue scooped her cum out of the toy, "tell me when you're ready for me to move" you added wishing you could really feel how tight she was just for you.

She moaned softly as she looked back at you, "fuck me, please!" she begged with one hand already having a tight grip on the bed sheets, your smirk grew bigger knowing that the great, tough Black Widow was nothing more than a needy little slut for you.

Soon enough, the room was full of Nat's muffled moans and skin slapping against each other as you fucked the red toy into Natasha. Every now and then she paused to let you know exactly how you were making her feel, slurring her words while her cock was rock hard.

"F-feels so good!!" she moaned before you pulled her hair back, "I didn't say stop, did I? clean your little toy baby, tell me how good you taste" you reminded her as you fucked into her a little harder. You watched as her tongue returned to its place inside the cum filled toy before your free hand reached under and stroked her stiff cock making her moan louder into the fleshlight.

"You like baby?" you smirked, keeping up your pace. She nodded, "don't stop! Please!" The red head begged in a moan after swallowing her own cum. "Mmm, are you close?" You asked, you already knew the answer was yes by the feeling of her cock twitching in your hand. "S-so f-fucking close!" She let the now cleaned toy go out and roll slightly to the side of her before arching and pressing herself further into your thrusts, "I'm g'nna cum!" she moaned once more, the bed sheets tightly in her fist.

"Cum my darling, you do it" you encouraged her pumping her cock a few more times before she let go and warm ropes of cum landed on the bedsheets. You helped ride out her orgasm by keeping up your thrusts until you knew the poor thing was too fucked out and tried to continue. "You're so beautiful Natalia" you placed a kiss on the back of her shoulder as you slowly pulled out, letting Natasha completely collapse onto the bed.

"Let me get a cloth and clean you up, my messy assassin" you smiled softly at her state while taking off the harness. All that came out of her lips was a soft thank you.

Please let me know if you don't want to be tagged in smut related fics.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow #marvel #fanficiton

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Russian Roulette

WandaNat x Fem!Reader

A wholesome argument between lovers leads to the best night of all of yours lives.. | 1,995 Words

Warning: Emotional W, Petty Lovers

Smut: Unprotected Sex, Rope/Bondage (N) Daddy (Intersex-N), Dick-Riding (R/W—N) Thigh Riding (W on R), Overstimulation(N), Breeding.

18+ | Minors DNI

Natasha's not sure what started the argument, but now that she's found herself stripped bare with her hands tied behind a chair in your shared bedroom with the promise of pleasure she's not sure she cares all that much anymore. All she knows is that you and Wanda have placed a bet, and that you two were some of the most stubborn people she's ever had the pleasure of loving so this was either going to be the worst day of all of your lives, or the best night of hers; she's praying for the latter.

Natasha’s lust blown eyes tracked your bodies as you two spoke in a secretive manner, her brow raised as she tried to figure out the actual plan here, but you two weren’t giving it up.

“First round you get a minute and a half.”

Wanda nodded, “The remaining just a minute.”

“Heads or tails love?,” she smiled, even in the midst of a petty fight you still refer to her so tenderly., “Tails.,” you flipped the coin, and the smile on her face was wiped away., “Heads.”

Natasha watched as Wanda set a timer on her phone, the energy shifted as soon as she hit start, and her hands reflexively tugged on the restraints when you sauntered over to her in only your lacy white bra., "Fuck, detka.," she moaned once your wetness dripped onto her thigh as you moved to straddle her bare legs.

"A-a condom?," she whined, but you tauntingly chuckled., "Oh baby.," you lined her up with your entrance., "Let me fill you in on the bet.," you slowly sunk down onto her, wincing as the stretch was working to tear you open, and the redheads face slammed against your shoulder as she worked hard to catch her stolen breath.

"We couldn't decide who should be the first to carry your babies.," you panted against her ear, the ghost of a smirk on your face as you felt her twitch at the thought., "So, we're going to play this game until fate decides who you breed."

"Oh shit.," you could feel her shiver, and you hoped it wouldn't be long, but then the dreaded timer broke the moment, and the redhead whined as you removed yourself completely., "I'll be back.," you winked with a confidence that Wanda rolled her eyes at., "We'll see."

"Don't fret moya lyubov'," Wanda teased, her dripping cunt quick to replace the warmth that Natasha was whining over losing., "Blyad!"

(Fuck)

"That's right.," she giggled., "Trakhni menya daddy.," she caught the redheads affected groan with her lips while slowly bouncing up and down on her thick cock.

(Fuck me)

"Can you imagine it Natty?," she swiveled her hips, causing the woman beneath her to mewl as her head flew back in pleasure., "My puffy cunt stuffed full, and dripping with your cum.," her lips traveled over her heated skin until she began to suck on her sweet spot., "Then soon enough I'll be round, and carrying our baby."

Natasha felt it when Wanda's words sent a shiver down her spine, and once her lips slammed to hers she was ready to bust, just another couple thrusts and she'd let it go, but then the alarm went off and Wanda released her hold on her., "Hold it lyubov', be strong.," she instructed sternly then removed herself.

Wanda squealed when you slapped her ass, and before she could scold you she was melting against you as your lips found hers. Natasha watched you two with rapt attention as you apparently sought to devour Wanda whole, her cock twitching, and coated in her pre-cum as she desperately wished for your lost attention.

"No matter who wins, just know I love you, and am excited to start this family.," you panted, your forehead pressed to hers while you were regaining your breath., "I love you so much.," she whispered affectionately, then her lips found yours once more for a reassuring kiss.

Breaking apart came once you heard Natasha whimper, it was pathetic really, but you two always did do a great job at riling her up., "Let the games begin again, may the best pussy win.," Wanda giggled and playfully shoved you away, causing you to turn your focus onto the desperate woman who's now humping the air.

"Hey daddy.," you winked as you crouched down, your tongue popping out so you can drag it over the throbbing vein of Natasha's cock., "Fuck, Wanda you taste so good.," you praised your other lover before swirling your tongue around Nat's enflamed tip, tasting her next., "God, Nat, you too.," you moaned, and the redhead followed as you slammed your lips to hers while sinking down on her thick length.

"Sorry we left you hanging daddy.," your words were muffled against her lips, and nearly drowned out by the sound of skin slapping., "Just wanted to give you a little show is all."

Flashes of your previous entanglement with Wanda flow through her mind, building her orgasm up that much faster as she remembers the way you groped Wanda's breasts and allowed her to get off on your thigh alone.

"No!," Natasha shrieked when the timer went off, you chuckled, but pressed a sympathetic kiss to her cheek., "Soon my love, don't hold back on your next go, fuck a baby into her.," Natasha whimpered, every single time she lost the warmth of your tight holes she was nearly back at square one. The buildup each time increased to a painful level, and she was not sure she could take much more of this.

Wanda smiled when passing you, her hand softly trailing over your abdomen as she did. When straddling Natasha this time Wanda was uncharacteristically still, her hips weren't even moving, and you could see the obvious sexual frustration in Nat's features, but then you saw them soften as she slowly gyrated and spoke.

"I can't wait to be a mama.," Wanda whispered, tears budding up in her eyes, and Natasha was quick to lean forward, nudging her nose into her cheek, and Wanda broke the rest of the distance to kiss her back, desperately wanting the comfort over winning the silly game.

In the vulnerable moment the game was forgotten for all, the two connected in front of you were making out in such a tender manner, you couldn't help wanting to be involved so your soft hands wrapped around to play with Wanda's nipples, and your lips met her back.

Wanda moaned breathily into Natasha's mouth, the combination of all your touches, and the feeling of being so full leant her into a second orgasm, she came hard on Natasha's cock, and the tiniest spurt of cum left the redhead, but it wasn't enough to constitute a win, and the forgotten timer tragically went off.

"It's okay baby, you can stay.," you kissed over the mark you left behind and she shook her head with a smile., "No, a bet is a bet detka."

With a gentle hand you helped her off of Nat, her legs shaky as she's came twice already herself, and you pecked her lips softly before taking her place on the overstimulated cock., "Come on now daddy, speed up the process.," you began to bounce on her once again, pulling desperate moans from her as she felt herself on the edge of bliss for the fifth time, it was all too much, and she was truly fed up with the game.

"Fate's taking too long.," Natasha groaned, and in a split second her hands were free'd from her restraints, and your back hit the mattress with a squeal of shock, and a squeak of springs. She pounded into you with vigor, blissfully ignoring the timer sounding off behind her., "Fuck, I'm cumming detka.," her face fell into the crook of your neck, panting harshly against your chest as she held true to her words, and you writhed and screamed as she released.

"Oh my god, yes, please fill me up, wanna be full daddy, I'm begging you!," you were in a state of euphoria you'd never experienced before. Having her seed painting your walls had the most amazing effect on you, causing you to clench around her, milking her dry as your walls fluttered, and your own orgasm drenched her cock, dripping onto the mattress.

Wanda's lip was caught between her teeth as she saw your mixed arousals gush onto the sheets. As disappointed as she was not to be in your place she couldn't deny how hot it was to see your mutual lover overfilling your pussy.

She sat patiently at the end of the California King bed, shamelessly admiring your sweaty bodies as they moved in aggressive tandem as the both of you sought to prolong the pleasure. Her plush thighs clenched in desperation, that familiar ache between her legs returned with a vengeance as she watched Natasha's hips continue to fuck you well beyond your bliss, so persistent as she pleaded for you to take it all, to not waste a single drop in breathy pants against your marked up chest. There was truly nothing hotter than a desperate Natasha.

"I promise to take it all daddy, wanna be your pretty little cum dump, full of your miracles.," you screamed, clenching around her thickness for emphasis, all of her persistent thrusting was building you both up to another release., "Fuck, detka I'm gonna—.," a moan tore from the redheads throat as she released an even bigger load into you, her hips stilled as she was overwhelmed by the sheer amount leaving her. She'd never in her life came that hard before, your organic warmth over the usual silicone layer was introducing her to new pleasures.

"Mm, thank you daddy.," you hummed as you lazily continued to meet her equally as limited thrusts., "You're welcome detka.," her plump lips pressed to yours sloppily, she suckled on your tongue in a means of distraction, her hips yet to still as she slowly thrusted, her intention to drive her sperm deep into your womb, and ensure above all else that you end up pregnant.

"Daddy?," Wanda whispered., "Baby?," it was honestly so quiet that you'd hardly heard her., "Please.," but the desperation in her voice was unmistakable, so you nudged Natasha who reluctantly released your lips and shifted her gaze over to the pouting Sokovian., "Oh my, look at you.," she rasped, the slick drenching her plush thighs enough to marvel at for days.

"Don't you worry now lyubov'.," the redhead beckoned the woman over with the crook of her finger, and guided her to lay flat beside you., "Daddy's got more than enough cum to last for hours, I'll have you both so full you'll feel me dripping down your thighs for weeks."

Natasha watched the way Wanda's eyes lit up, and she felt your excitement as you clenched around her softened cock that was quick to harden at the sensation and thoughts of the both of you being fucked senseless had her ready to pick her animalistic pace back up.

With a tenderness though she kissed you to ease the ache as she pulled out, you whined at the loss, but you were satiated after she put a plug in your gaping hole. It wasn't nearly as stimulating as her throbbing dick, but it was more than enough to make you feel full, she gently elevated you with a pillow beneath your lower back, trying to use the force of gravity to help her swimmers along on their journey.

Once you were situated she moved on to the patient brunette at your side, she hovered over her with darkened orbs, and in one thrust she slammed her cock passed her yearning hole., "Playtime is over.," she grunted as she set herself up at a quick pace., "Daddy's going to have you two blabbering disasters by the end of the night, there's no way you'll leave barren."

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Masterlist

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cranetreegang · 2 years ago

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Like an Unquenchable Flame, I See You - Ominis x FemReader

It's happening.

For your listening pleasure -> This Banger Song. And This Banger Song. AND A THIRD ONE FOR GIGGLES

Summary: A letter comes for the Fifth year, bearing a long awaited first date.

Word Count: ~5,200 words of pure fluff and romance

Warnings: kissing ;)

Read more of my Ominis Fics Here!

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The winter’s pale afternoon light filters into the Astronomy Wing’s lounge through the half-mooned window and warms the chilled air. Other students chat around her as they use their free day to catch up on classwork. Her studies are strewn about on the table in front of her, but it’s a letter which captivates her attention. She holds the fine parchment in her hands, her smile failing to stay concealed as it spreads across her face. She’s read the letter several times since it first arrived this morning. Her name is written in beautiful penmanship at the top, followed by very direct instructions:

Meet me by the North Lawn near the fountain.

6 o'clock. Don’t be late.

The most intriguing part of the note is the signature. A simple ‘O’. She traces over the singular letter with a warm smile. His request has done nothing but occupy her mind. And she still has a few more hours to wait. She curses him, knowing he did this on purpose to keep her in such dire suspense. And doing it on a day with no classes, so she can’t even corner him is beyond clever if not a bit cruel.

“Studying?” Natty’s voice pierces her lamenting and she doesn’t have time to hide the letter from Natty’s sharp eyes. “Ah, is it a note from Professor Fig? What does it say?”

She’s tempted to lie, just for a moment, but Natty would see right through whatever excuse she comes up with. She closes her eyes with a sigh and hands the note over to Natty.

“Not from Professor Fig.”

Natty raises a brow as she reads the letter. A wide smile comes over Natty as she takes a seat on the couch next to her blushing friend.

“Not from Professor Fig indeed. And I can assume the ‘O’ is for-,”

“Ominis. Yes.” Her eyes are trained above at the swirling mass of clouds and constellations.

Natty’s smile grows bigger despite biting her bottom lip to keep it contained, “I am surprised.”

“You are?” She turns her attention back on Natty.

“Yes. Surprised it has taken him so long to ask you on a date.” Natty giggles.

She rolls her eyes with an amused grin, “It might not be a date. It could be that he just needs help with something.”

Natty narrows her eyes with a shake of her head, “‘Help with something’? Not even you believe that. This is most definitely a date.”

She takes the letter back from Natty, rereading it once more with a smile.

“It certainly sounds like a date, doesn’t it?” She murmurs.

“Well, what are you going to be wearing for this possible date? Surely not your school robes.”

She frowns, “I-I haven’t thought about that. I mean, does it even matter?”

Natty huffs, “Of course it matters! He may not see the difference, but he will know.”

She hums in thought, her head nodding, “You’re right. I may have an idea then.”

“Good! Now, for your hair…”

Natty is quick to press her assistance in helping the Fifth year get ready for her rendezvous with Ominis. By the time six o’clock is near, Natty is giving her final inspection, her eyes bright with joy.

“You look beautiful, my friend.” Natty squeezes her forearms with a giggle.

“Thank you, Natty. You’ve been invaluable to me.” She slips on her coat and she starts to head out.

“You can repay me by telling me everything tomorrow at breakfast.” Natty grins, waving to her as she leaves.

“I promise.”

She’s practically skipping on her way to the North Lawn, her mind whirling with what Ominis could have in store for them.

“Well, well. Someone looks nice.” Sebastian calls out as she’s crossing Central Hall. He’s angled like he’s heading to the library, not to her surprise.

“Why, thank you, Sebastian.”

Sebastian’s eyes narrow and he stalks closer to her, “You know, Ominis was also getting all fancy, too.”

“Oh? Was he?” She feigns confusion, but her gleeful face gets the better of her.

He crosses his arms, “Yeah. He seemed pretty excited. If not nervous. Guess that means you two are going out, eh?”

She meets his eyes despite wanting to look away from his accusatory stare, “Perhaps. Is that a problem?”

He shakes his head, “Not at all.” His brows furrow and he shifts more towards her to say in a low voice, “But, it will be if you break his heart. I mean it. I’ve never seen him act like this before. So it must mean he cares about you. A lot. So, you better not hurt him.”

She’s taken aback by Sebastian’s hostility. She’s quick to place her hand on his forearm with a nod, “I won’t, Sebastian. I care for Ominis, too. And the last thing I would ever want to do; is hurt him. I hope you trust me enough to believe that.”

Sebastian’s harsh features melt away and he gives her a warm smile, “I know. And I do. Trust you, that is.” He sighs, like a weight has been taken off of him, and he pats her hand, “Well, you better go meet him. He doesn’t like waiting, ya know.”

She steps away, giving a final wave, as she rushes towards the North Exit.

The cold air greets her as she steps outside. She finds Ominis pacing by the fountain. He’s wearing a nice suit, but nothing overly formal. He’s put effort into himself and the thought makes her blush. He has something behind his back and as she nears, he’s quick to face her with his arms staying behind him.

“Good evening.” He greets her with a smile.

“Good evening to you as well.”

He approaches her and reveals what he’s hiding, “These are for you.”

It’s a bouquet of white flowers wrapped with a piece of twine at their stem. She takes them, already smelling their sweet fragrance before she brings them to her nose.

“Oh, Ominis. These are beautiful.” She whispers. “I feel terrible. I didn’t get you anything.”

He smiles, “Unnecessary. You being here is more than enough.”

He shifts between his feet then takes a sharp breath, “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

He nods, “Yes. You never cease to surprise me. ‘Tis only fair I attempt to do the same.”

“May I ask what sort of surprise?”

He smirks, “You’ll just have to be patient.” He reaches into his pocket and reveals a long piece of thick cloth. “If you wouldn’t mind turning around.”

She raises a brow with a wide smile, “Oh?” She turns around, closing her eyes as she hears him walk closer to her. He places the cloth over her eyes and ties it into place. His fingers glide along her left arm until he’s able to slip his hand into hers.

“No peeking. I’ll know if you do.” He then adds, “And before you make any smart comment, I’m well aware of the irony of our situation.”

She giggles, “You must admit, it is humorous to think about.”

He tugs her and she’s quick to follow. He walks with an easy pace and his grip on her is strong and secure.

“And how do I know you aren’t leading me to the Black Lake to leave me for the squid?”

His features soften as he grins at the reminder, “You’ll just have to trust me.”

Her heart flutters at not seeing his smile, but only hearing it.

“I suppose I will then.” She whispers.

She’s sure they’re heading towards the castle until he guides them to the left, following the path. She hears the pebbles scrap against stone as they stroll across the lawn.

“Careful. Stairs.” He warns as he moves closer to guide her. She gasps at the first step being a more intense drop than she was anticipating. She tucks in at his side and wraps her other hand around his arm. They take each step together with him keeping her steady.

“Last step.” He says.

Her foot lands on something softer than stone. Dirt, perhaps. With the crunch of snow underfoot, it’s hard to tell. He keeps walking them forward and she hears the rustle of leaves before she feels them fall on her shoulder. A fire crackles next to her then hinges whine as he opens a door.

“More stairs. Don’t worry. I got you.”

It’s strange being so dependent on someone for something as simple as stairs. An activity she’s done a hundred times now seems scary and unknown. Each step she takes down is akin to stepping off a cliff. Without Ominis holding her so firmly, she’s sure she would’ve fallen several times by now. She does rather enjoy leaning on him though. An excellent excuse to be close to him. To feel his strong grip around her hand which gives her encouraging squeezes after every few steps.

She’s aware they’re inside somewhere dank and wet, but it’s short lived. They’re back outside and he takes her down several flights of stairs on a broken, dirt and snow-covered path. She hears rushing water ahead. The birds sing their last song for the day and the bugs chitter as they welcome the frigid night. She catches hints of the flowers he gave her and his arboreous cologne as well as the cool damp air from the river.

Her heart flutters not only from him but from her lack of sight. The world feels vastly different like this. While she’s somewhat aware of where they’re going, it’s the mystery which sets her blood ablaze.

“You’re nervous.” He states more so than asks.

“A bit. It’s strange. I don’t think I’ve been here before. Even if I have, it’s all so foreign. But exciting as well.”

“Good. It’s not much further.” He squeezes her hand as he leads her across a bridge.

“May I get a hint on where you’re taking me?” She asks after they cross a second bridge. Brush and grass rub her legs and catch her clothes as they pass and the snow is more predominant here.

“Patience. We’re nearly there.” He teases.

She hears hints of water lapping to shore and she wonders if her earlier remark about the Black Lake may be true. He leads them off the path and they traverse through overgrown foliage until the ground softens beneath her boots.

They’re most certainly by the lake.

He chuckles at her stiff posture, “I promise, I’m not letting that giant squid have you for dinner.”

She giggles, “So we are by the lake then. How interesting.”

He continues to lead her along the beach, curving away from it until he stops.

“We have to step up here.” He says while taking the step himself. He helps her up and takes her a few steps forward. He leans closer to her to whisper, “We’re here.”

His hand leaves hers and she longs for his warmth as soon as he departs. He unties the blindfold and she slowly opens her eyes. She gasps at the sight before her.

Under a tree with red leaves, is an old, teal rug with a gray blanket on top. The rug has seen several seasons by how worn it looks. Surrounding the whole nook, are stacks of rocks of varying heights. There’s some sort of charm in place as the area is noticeably warmer and the snow halts at the stacks of rocks.

She looks around and the castle is in front of them, its windows starting to glow with golden light. The lake is tranquil with waves stretching along the lonely beach. A rolling fog settles over the water, and if she were here alone, she’d find the atmosphere eerie instead of so inviting. The half-moon casts its incandescent light upon them between the gaps of dark clouds looming in the sky.

“What is this place?” She wonders.

Ominis smiles, “Somewhere private. For the most part.”

He pulls out a wrapped bundle from his pocket then gestures towards the rug, “I hope you’re hungry.”

He throws the bundle and in the blink of an eye, a whole picnic spreads out on the rug; candles and all. She stares at Ominis in a bit of disbelief. His hand takes hers, as if knowing she’s in shock, and he leads her towards the picnic. They sit down next to one another. The warm glow of the candles makes the whole nook feel even more secluded as it shields them from the dark night surrounding them.

“I must say, I am certainly surprised.” She whispers.

His cheeks grow red while he passes her a plate, “I’m glad to hear it.”

She grabs one of the pieces of food and pops it in her mouth with a satisfied hum. She’s not sure how he was able to have an entire meal enchanted to be just as warm and fresh as when it was first prepared, but she’s not about to complain. They chat about whatever comes to mind. Their conversation flows all the way to dessert. She spins her spoon around her empty bowl before she shifts her gaze over to Ominis.

“So, Gaunt, do you take all the girls here?” She smirks while she places her bowl away.

“No.” He says rather sternly. “I mean, no, I haven’t taken anyone here before. Not to say that I’ve done this before. I-I haven’t done-, I haven’t been with-,” His brows furrow as he rambles.

She places her hand on his arm, “I’m sorry. I was being facetious. This is all so lovely, Ominis.”

He eases and spares her a smile, “I’m glad you’re enjoying it. I was told this was a nice place to…,”

She cranes her head, “To what?”

He shifts in place, his brows pinching together and his lips pursing as he sorts his thoughts.

“May I ask something of you? It’s alright if you refuse.”

“Of course. Anything.”

He angles himself to face her, “Would you allow me to touch your face? I’m aware of the oddity in the request. And you won’t upset me if you refuse. I know we’ve spent a great deal of time together, but I’m afraid I’m missing a very vital piece of you. And, I only wish to know you better. ”

She smiles at how nervous he is and how much he’s trying to hide it. She moves herself closer and grabs both of his hands. She guides his hands up then leaves them hovering just over her cheeks.

“You may.”

He takes a deep breath then presses his fingertips to her face. She closes her eyes as his cold fingers trace over her features in near reverence. He starts from her forehead and trickles down until he reaches her chin. He traces back up, spreading his fingers out to cover nearly all of her face.

Ominis chuckles to himself, “I used to do this with Sebastian and Anne during our first year.” He smiles as the memory plays out in his mind, “They made it into a game. Would make me guess who was who just by touch. Going so far as to spin me around several times to ensure I couldn’t figure it out. But, I always did.”

“How could you tell who was who?” She wonders with a smile.

Ominis goes over the bridge of her nose, “Sebastian would scrunch his nose every time. While Anne,” he moves his hands down to her lips, “she would be grinning like a mad-woman.”

“Very clever.” She smiles, making him do the same.

He travels over the contours of her face. His lips parting every so often as he memorizes every detail. His fingers brush along her hairline and tucks away any stray hairs in his path. He feels every minute detail of her. The pinch of her brows. The subtle creases around her eyes as she smiles. The raised skin of a scar from a victorious battle. All important for him to memorize. For this is who she is.

He forces himself to lower his hands away from her, lest he keep her the whole night with his probing.

“Well? Did I pass your inspection?” She smirks with an amused lift in her voice.

“With flying colors. You’re beautiful.” He admits, making her let out a soft gasp. “But, I knew that already.”

Her heart jumps into her throat at how peaceful he seems.

He turns his head back towards her, a question just on the tip of his tongue. His easy smile shifts into a frown.

“What is it?” She wonders.

“I have something else to ask you.” He whispers.

“Anything.” She says just as quietly back.

His eyes are ahead with a coldness which rivals the winter’s breeze. The candles’ light extinguish while he gathers himself and she’s left with only the occasional light from the moon.

“What do you see when you look at me?”

She opens her mouth to reply, but nothing comes out. What words could she possibly use to describe him? None of them seem enough to explain how utterly celestial he is. And she doubts he wants to hear platitudes about his beauty. With how his body has grown rigid, she suspects there’s more to this question than meets the eye.

“What do you mean?” She wonders.

His lips purse, “I mean exactly that. What do you see when you look at me? Do you see a helpless, blind boy? A friend? A fellow student? Or someone of status? Someone from the proud Salazar Slytherin bloodline. Tell me. What do you see? I wish to know.”

She stares at him and he can feel her eyes roaming over him. He’s silent as she moves towards him. He suppresses a jolt when her fingers brush against his shoulder.

“The first thing I noticed was how you carried yourself. Proud. But, not in an arrogant way. You’re confident. Sure of yourself. I admire that about you.” She moves up his shoulder, skirting around his jaw and ear to get to his hairline.

“I noticed your hair next. Neatly done. Not quite brown, but not blonde either.” She brushes through his hair and he shivers.

She smiles as she continues, “I saw right away how brilliant you are. Your tongue, sharp and deadly. But, you also listen. Truly, listen.” She moves to cup his cheek, her other hand joining in. Her thumbs brush over where the corner of his lips are. “Your smile. While you rarely show it, I love your smile. All forms of it. The mischievous one after you say something witty. The triumphant one when you’ve discovered something, or figured a problem out. This one.” She comments in a quiet voice, making him blush further. “It’s soft. And it makes me happy when I see it.”

“I most like these dotting your face.” She touches the dark beauty marks on his pale skin. “They remind me of stars. A constellation upon your face. It’s beautiful.”

“Then I saw your eyes.” She brushes underneath his eyes. He shuts them and she grazes over his eyelids. “You may think it silly, but I find your eyes to be my favorite part about you. They’re beautiful. Like the moon hidden behind an overcast sky, they hold so much. When you smile, it makes them shine. When you’re troubled, it’s like there’s a storm. And you make me feel like you see me. You see my true self when no one else seems to.”

His eyes open and his lips part, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths as her hands cup his face. He holds her wrists, letting the rawness of her emotions wash over him.

“I see you, Ominis.” She whispers. “You’re all I see.”

His breath hitches and he shuts his eyes once more to contain himself.

“That was… not the answer I was expecting.” He murmurs, his eyes slowly opening. He lowers her hands from his face and holds her hands between them.

“I asked what you see, not as a means to hear your flattery, but because I’m not… I come from a family line obsessed with Pure-blood status. For me to be interested in you, goes against everything they stand for. You would be deemed a passing infatuation in their eyes.”

“And is that what I am? A passing infatuation?”

He shakes his head and his face contorts into near pain, “No. You are many things, but not that. Never that. Not to me.” He sighs, his hands squeezing hers, “It is because I don’t want this to be just some impermanent moment between us that I’m telling you any of this. I want to be more. I want to be so much more with you, but I can’t, with good conscience, allow such a thing to happen unless you know the truth.”

“The truth?” She shifts in place at the growing distress radiating from him. She can only hold his hands tighter while he continues.

“My family values status. Above all else. They would never approve of you, nor my relationship with you. Not to mention my cecity. You may not comment on it, but it is an incumbrance. I will never be able to do the things others are able to. There are numerous caveats and drawbacks associated with me. And I’m no fool. I know you would have a much more pleasant experience with any of the other boys in our class. And I could never promise you that things would get easier, or if you would ever be truly happy with me.”

He fully faces her, his jaw set and his shoulders back, “But, it doesn’t mean I wouldn’t try. I would spend all of my days to ensure your happiness. To give you everything I am, and ever will be. That is the only promise I can make to you. Even though you deserve more. You deserve so much more.”

His hands are tight around hers. His whole body is rigid and the slightest breeze is sure to shatter him.

She mulls over his words and how serious he is.

“Do you care about me?” She finally asks.

He’s taken aback, but he nods, “Yes. Of course. I care deeply for you.”

She smiles, “Then, that’s all I need. I don’t need anything more than just you, Ominis. You’re all I want. And I would gladly give you everything I am, as you would for me.”

His lips part and his face falls, “No. You don’t understand the gravity of the situation.”

“I understand perfectly. Just because you believe I would have an easier time of it with some of other boy, doesn’t mean that’s what I want. I want you, Ominis.” She insists.

He shakes his head, his features stern, “You cannot fathom what my family is capable of.”

“Ominis-,”

“They were willing to cast the Cruciatus Curse on me, their own son! Imagine what they would be willing to do to you, given the chance. I would never forgive myself if they hurt you because of me.” He cries, his voice breaking and his head falling to hide away his anguish from her.

Her heart breaks for him. She’s not sure what to say to mend his hurt; his pain. So, she says nothing. Instead, breaking from his tight grip and wrapping her arms around his neck.

She presses herself against him and whispers, “I am so sorry, Ominis.”

He’s surrounded by her warmth. It reverberates through him and he’s quickly engulfed by her embrace. He buries himself into her neck and his arms are tight around her waist.

“I don’t want to lose you.” He whispers, his voice wavering.

His admittance sends a wave of pain through her. She holds him closer like he would vanish if she didn’t keep a tight enough hold on him.

“I’m here. And I’m not going anywhere. That’s my promise to you.”

A whimper escapes him and he pulls her further into him.

“You make it seem like it’s possible.” He murmurs.

“Isn’t it?”

“They will come for you. If only to punish me. They will use you. I-I…,”

She strokes his hair, “And whatever they may throw at us, we’ll deal with. Together. Because I’m not going to give up on you, Ominis. I won’t give up on us.”

A pitiful laugh vibrates from him, his fingers digging into her clothes, “Sebastian’s right. You do make everything feel possible. Even the impossible.” He sighs, taking in her sweet scent and her warmth, “I believe you. No matter what happens, as long as we’re together, I’ll be happy.”

She smiles, “So will I.”

They hold onto one another until a light gets her attention. Her mouth opens in awe and she parts from him, but she doesn’t stray far, keeping their hands placed on each other’s arms.

“Do you feel them?” She wonders.

He hears the buzzing around them. Floating and gliding by like specks on the breeze.

He nods, “Yes. What are they?”

“Fireflies. All around us. They’re glowing so beautifully.” She says in reverence.

She watches the fireflies drift close to them while his attention is all on her. She’s calm. A haven he finds himself always seeking.

The heat of her gaze lands on him. Warmth spreads across his body like an unquenchable flame. He can’t stop the way his heart beats faster just knowing she’s here, with him.

He turns his face more towards her. They’re close to one another. So close, she feels his breath upon her skin. His hand travels from her arm up to her face. He strokes her cheek as he whispers her name. She holds her breath, her heart frantic, as he moves closer, unable to resist her any longer. His nose brushes against hers then finally his lips finds hers.

The kiss is tender, but he feels so much. His mind floods as he intertwines himself with her. He can feel everything she is as if it were his own. It’s so beautiful what she feels, and it’s only for him.

She sighs, breaking the kiss and leaning her head against his.

“W-What was that?” She pants. “I felt like I was… like I knew exactly what you were feeling.”

He panics, stroking her cheek to soothe her, “I apologize. I-I didn’t mean to-,”

“Ominis.” She cups his cheek and he feels her calming warmth rush back to him. “I’m not upset. I’ve just never experienced anything like that before. Was it you?”

He nods, “Yes.”

She smiles, “And that’s how you feel?”

He nods again with an even quieter, “Yes.”

She captures his lips without warning. Like picking up a beloved book, her mind opens for him. She’s electric, sending currents and sparks rippling across his skin. His hand moves into her hair, tangling his fingers in her locks. His other arm wraps around her back to keep her flush against him. He feels her hand on his neck and another latching onto his shoulder as if to ground herself.

He has to part this time, his breathing labored and his heart thumping madly. She presses her palm against his chest to better feel his heart beating in time with her own. She cups his cheek and he leans into her touch.

“Are you alright?” She asks.

He lets out a shaky breath then brushes his nose against hers, his forehead pressing against hers.

“Yes. It’s amazing. I feel you so much stronger now. To feel you like this. I don’t want to ever lose it.” He admits.

“You’re a Legilimens, aren’t you?” She whispers. “I’ve read about them in Divinations.”

He frowns, almost turning his head away from her if not for her hold on him, “I am. But, I never use it on anyone. Well, not really. Not in the sense that I’m prying into your mind to find your darkest secrets. It’s only to ‘read the room’, as they say. I can’t always pick up on the nuances in speech. It helps me be more ‘intuitive’, as you put it.”

She smiles, “How amazing. You truly are amazing, Ominis.”

His heart flips in his chest and he kisses her with a near whimper.

“I must confess,” he says, “I have always been able to sense you better than anyone else. It’s like you're amplified. I can feel you from across the classroom, sometimes from across the castle if I concentrate hard enough.”

Her eyes widen, “Is that so? How fascinating. I wonder if it’s because of my… disposition with Ancient Magic?”

“Might be. Might also be that I’ve been utterly captivated by you ever since you blasted Sebastian off the platform on your first day in Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

She giggles, “That long?”

He smirks, “Are you surprised? You have half the school charmed by you. Even the Professors.”

“You would know.” She teases. “Although, I wouldn’t mind delving more into your ability sometime.”

“You don’t mind?” His head tilts and the look of shock written on his face makes her swoon.

“Not at all.

She kisses him, and a smile spreads across both of them, “But, that shall be for another time.” She leans back with an amused grin, “I assume you wish to spend the night here.”

His whole body tenses and he shakes his head, “N-No. Not unless you wish it. That wasn’t my intent. T-That’s not why we’re here, if that’s what you’re worried about.”

She giggles, “I thought that’s why you brought me here to Lover’s Cove was for that exact intent.”

“No, no. That’s not… You knew this was Lover’s Cove?” He pales. “How did you even hear about this place?”

“Well, Leander has been kind enough to offer to take me here. Twice. And I have heard the rumors of it being somewhere by the lake.” She laughs at Ominis’ scowl and she rises to stand. “But, I would much rather walk with you back to the castle. It’s a pleasant night for a stroll.”

He smiles and stands, offering his arm to her, “Shall we then?”

She wraps herself around his arm and they walk along the sandy beach and under the starry night sky, whispering sweet nothings as they go.

And as they arrive at the entrance to the dorm, he cups her cheek once more to capture her lips with his. The kiss is far more hungry than the ones before. It leaves her breathless and giddy as he pulls away with a smile.

"Thank you." He whispers.

"Whatever for?" She wonders, her voice hazy.

His thumb traces over the fullness of her warm cheek, "For being so stubborn. The night would’ve gone far differently if it weren’t for your tenacity. So, thank you. For not giving up.”

“Never.” She seals her promise with a kiss.

Ominis basks in the moment. Perhaps this will only be a passing infatuation. Or, what he more firmly believes, the beginning of something phenomenal. Whatever may happen, he knows, without a doubt in his mind, they’ll overcome anything which stands in their way.

Together.

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AN: fun fact, this is an actual place you can go to in the game. I found it as i was looking for a date spot, funny enough. no idea if it's called Lover's Cove, just thought the name fit pretty well with it. Here's an image of where it is below in the red square:

Also, me finding out about Legilimency AND that Salazar Slytherin was a proficient Legilimens himself, was like finding Breaking Bad level of meth on the street. I HAD TO DO IT!!

I will abuse this knowledge...

And me adding it in this chapter is like "That's a surprise tool that'll help us later :)"

Also also, the idea of fifteen year olds talking like this just makes me laugh.

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naturesapphic · 1 year ago

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Imagine dying your hair with Nat at 2am in the morning and while you have to wait you watch a show or make a hot chocolate and just sit down and talk

Girly things

Natasha romanoff x fem!reader

Warnings: just fluff :)

“Natasha romanoff! Will you be still?!” You whisper shouted when you were trying to rinse off the red dye in her hair. She grumbled back and you glared at her. You didn’t think washing out dye from her hair would be so damn difficult.

Sure you love your girlfriend and was always patient with her but right now, she’s testing it. She’s not being cooperative and is being extremely difficult. You swore you were about to drop kick her but you wouldn’t dare to try because she would do it to you first.

You finished washing the dye out of her hair and she started brushing it out as after she dried it a little where it wasn’t dripping everywhere. “Now you are a red head again! But a darker red head!” You exclaimed while smiling. She shook her head at her and chuckles. Before the red, she dyed her hair blonde but she wanted to go back to being a full red head again, but she didn’t want her natural red, she wanted a darker red.

“Well while that drys, could you help me with mine natty?” You asked her. “Of course pretty girl. What color do you want?” She said as she started to gather all the colors together. “Hmmmm…I want “y/f/c please!” You exclaimed. She got the color you wanted and started the process of putting it in. A few moments later, Natasha was washing your hair to get rid of the extra dye and she brushed it out a little. It didn’t take as long as Natasha’s because it was temporary hair dye.

“Do you want to watch a movie and paint our nails while we wait natty?” You said as you dried your hair carefully. She shrugged “sure. Whatever you want to do love. But after you pick the first movie, we are watching James Bond.” She said seriously which made you giggle at her tone. You gathered all of the nail polishes together and put them on the bed.

You and Natasha sat side by side on the bed and while nat was picking out her colors, you were turning on Disney + to watch y/f/m. You turned the movie on and you picked out your colors for your nails. You and nat painted each others nails as y’all talked and watched the movie together. You and nats stomach made a grumbling sound, signaling that the both of you were hungry and needed food asap.

“I’ll go make some hot chocolate” you said to her as you got up and paused the movie. “And I’ll go get some snacks.” Natasha replied back to you as she got up as well. You both went into the kitchen to get the snacks and to make hot chocolate. Moments passed again and you carried two cups of hot chocolate while Natasha had her arms full of different snacks.

The both of you went back to y’all’s shared bedroom and sat back down on the bed, unpausing the movie. Nat’s and your nails were fully dried as y’all were eating the snacks and watching the film. Every now and then y’all would give each other different kisses. Like you would give nat a kiss on her nose, then nat would give you a kiss on your cheek, so on and so forth.

The night ended with the two of you fell asleep on each other, with your hair colored, nails painted, and tummy’s filled. What a perfect way to spend the night and to be with the one you love.

A/n: I’m sorry if i got any information wrong about hair dyeing. I barley know anything about it so I apologize for any misinformation, but I hope that y’all enjoyed! I love y’all and remember to stay hydrated and to rest!

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crypticslytherin · 9 months ago

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Moonlight Confessions || Ominis Gaunt

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Pairings: Ominis Gaunt x Fem Reader

Summary: At the end of Seventh Year, you decide it's time to finally confess your feelings to Ominis, who had distanced himself from you at the end of Fifth Year.

Word Count: 4247

Hope you enjoy! C:

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Seventh Year at Hogwarts was drawing to a close, and despite only spending three years at the magical school, you found yourself wishing for more time. However, a glimmer of excitement about the future and life after Hogwarts tempered you. Madam Howin had recognized your passion for magical beasts and recommended you for a post-graduation program. You would shadow a Creature Control Officer for a few months, an opportunity that filled you with hope for the future. The prospect of capturing and rehabilitating dangerous beasts seemed like a rewarding career path, and it made saying goodbye to Hogwarts bittersweet.

Since Fifth Year, things had changed. You had settled into the routine of being a regular student, no longer tasked with saving the Wizarding World from evil wizards and goblins. While relaxing, it also felt somewhat dull. Most of your free time was spent with Poppy, your best friend, still defeating poachers and rescuing beasts. Sebastian remained a friend, though not as close as before. After the events that unfolded, Sebastian, Ominis, and you had grown apart, a fact that weighed heavily on your heart as you reminisced about the good times shared among the three of you.

Ominis had become a lone wolf, withdrawing from others and keeping to himself. Despite your attempts to reconnect during Sixth Year, he brushed you off each time, always preoccupied or in a hurry. It pained you, but you understood his feelings. He harbored resentment towards you for siding with Sebastian after he killed his uncle, and learning about your use of unforgivable curses only widened the divide. You never had the chance to fully explain yourself to him.

It was difficult not to speak to him, especially in classes and shared spaces at Hogwarts. Your eyes would often linger on him, and many nights were spent silently crying behind the curtains of your bed. Yet, as time passed, you realized you had to accept the reality of the situation. Despite classmates whispering about him being a Gaunt and untrustworthy, you always defended Ominis, knowing his true character and the kindness within his heart, regardless of his past.

As the final days at Hogwarts approached, the uncertainty of whether you would ever see Ominis again weighed heavily on your mind.

All Seventh Year students had completed their NEWTs yesterday, and tonight marked the Year End Celebration, a special event exclusively for the graduating class. It was a final celebration before departing from Hogwarts and venturing into the world as graduates. As you woke up in the morning, you stretched beneath your sheets, taking in a deep breath followed by a yawn.

"Good morning, Y/N," Natty greeted from the next bed over. "I was worried you'd never wake up."

You glanced at your friend with one eye, the other still pressed against your pillow. Chuckling softly, you rolled over. The morning sun streamed through the windows of your shared dorm room, casting a warm glow against the red and gold decor. Natty was already dressed in her Gryffindor robes, her legs dangling off the side of her bed as she giggled at you.

Today, you were headed to Gladrags to pick up your dress for tonight's celebration. Graduating from Hogwarts was a momentous occasion, and you wanted to be sure you looked your best. Throwing off your bed quilt, you climbed out of bed and swiftly changed into a grey skirt and white blouse. Robes felt unnecessary now that exams were over, and classes had ended. All that remained was to await your NEWT results and enjoy the festivities.

With a quick goodbye, you apparated from your dorm room to the center of Hogsmeade. Floo Flames seemed pointless now that you had mastered apparition. It was surprising that they waited until Seventh Year to teach this charm; its convenience would have been valuable in the past. Despite its risks, the benefits outweighed them.

Entering Gladrags, the bell on the door chimed, announcing your arrival. Augustus Hill greeted you with a wide smile, his hands clapping together with excitement as you smiled back at him.

"Ahh, Y/N!" he exclaimed, as if he had been eagerly awaiting your arrival all day. "I'm so pleased to see you. Come, come," he motioned with his hand for you to join him behind the counter. You nearly skipped over, the anticipation of seeing your dress making your heart beat a little faster. The two of you made your way into the back room, which was filled with rolls of fabrics, enchanted sewing machines, and nearly anything else you could wish for to create any type of garment.

Augustus retrieved a hanger from a rack in the far end of the room, the dress hidden under a protective paper barrier. He returned to you, carefully beginning to remove the covering.

"Prepare to be amazed," he said with a smile. With one swift movement, the paper was pulled away from the hanger, and you gasped softly as you laid your eyes on your dress for the first time.

The dress was a floor-length gown, flowing and elegant. Made of deep red silk, it was adorned with intricate patterns and details, intercepted with hints of shimmering gold, adding a touch of luxury. The silhouette was graceful and flowing, cascading down into gentle folds. The neckline was modest yet elegant, catching the light and shimmering subtly as the sun poured in through the shuttered windows. It was mesmerizing, more beautiful than you had imagined.

"Merlin," you whispered, approaching it slowly, your fingers tracing along the luxurious material. "This is incredible."

"I know!" Augustus exclaimed. With a flick of his wand, a brown box floated out from one of the shelves and rested on a nearby table. The dress folded neatly into its package, which was then sealed up with a ribbon. "Ta-da," he spoke with a laugh.

"Thank you so much, Augustus. I can't thank you enough," you said, gently lifting the box from the table and clutching it to your chest.

"It was a pleasure, Y/N. That boy is sure to turn his head when he sees you tonight," Augustus said, winking at you.

"What boy?" you responded with a chuckle, warmth spreading through your cheeks, turning them a shade of pink. Augustus crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

"You know what boy," he replied, his eyes rolling as he laughed softly. "Take care, my dear."

If only he knew that boy would never see this dress.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

With Poppy's assistance, you slipped into your gown. She used her wand to cinch up the back, causing you to feel a momentary tightness around your chest. She giggled softly and adjusted the ties, giving you some much-needed breathing room. Standing before the mirror, your hair elegantly braided, wisps framing your face, you couldn't help but smile at your reflection. You looked stunning.

Once both of you were ready, you made your way to the Great Hall. Other Seventh Years, accompanied by their friends, were also heading there, all dressed in their finest attire. As you approached the doors, the sounds of excitement from within grew louder.

Upon entering the Great Hall, you were greeted by a magical transformation. Enchanted decorations, ice sculptures, and elegant decor adorned the room, creating a magical atmosphere. The floating candles cast a warm glow, illuminating the festivities below. Students were already dancing to the music of enchanted instruments that played on their own. You exchanged a smile with Poppy before turning your attention back to the celebration.

Your eyes scanned the room, reminiscing about Augustus's earlier mention of "that boy." You kept an eye out for a familiar blonde head and hazy blue eyes. There were only so many opportunities to speak with Ominis, even if it was just to say goodbye or wish him luck. This time, you were determined not to let him slip away.

Sebastian stood proudly with the Slytherin Quidditch Team, his boisterous demeanor as familiar as ever. Having been a Chaser for the past two years, he now held the position of team captain. Despite not being a Slytherin yourself, you faithfully attended every game to cheer him on. Sebastian had dreams of becoming a professional Quidditch player, his talent evident with every match. As he told his friends exaggerated tales, his gaze found yours, and he called you over with an enthusiastic wave.

Poppy had already left your side, whisked away by a Ravenclaw companion she had grown close to. Making your way to Sebastian, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washed over you. You had never presented yourself like this in front of your friends, particularly not Sebastian. Your usual encounters with him involved being covered in dirt and blood, clothes torn and tattered from your escapades.

"Y/N!" Sebastian exclaimed, enveloping you in a tight hug as you reciprocated, offering a gentle pat on his back. The scent of liquor lingered on his breath, a clear sign that he had already indulged in the evening's festivities. Chuckling, you pulled away, noticing the short glass in his hand filled with a brown liquid.

"You're really letting loose, huh?" you teased, a playful smile gracing your lips. Sebastian rolled his eyes, his smile unwavering as he swirled the drink in his hand.

"Got to make it a night to remember," he replied, taking a quick sip. His gaze drifted over you, a subtle widening of his eyes betraying his surprise. "Merlin, Y/N... you look... different."

"That's very charming of you, Sallow," you responded, your eyebrows furrowing slightly but still maintaining a smile. "I'm sure you'll make some lucky witch very happy one day."

Sebastian's eyes widened, color draining from his face as he held his hands out defensively. "No, no, no. That's not what I meant. You look... beautiful."

"Only teasing," you reassured, lightly hitting his arm. The color returned to his cheeks as he placed a hand over his heart with relief.

"You... that's evil, Y/N," he joked, laughter filling the air as you glanced around the room once more.

Across the room, leaning against the wall, was Ominis. One foot propped against the wall, arms crossed, his demeanor soft as he gazed around the room. You found yourself staring at him, lost in thought until Sebastian's whisper snapped you out of your gaze.

"Go," he urged, his head near your shoulder as he nodded towards Ominis. "And Y/N... tell him I wish him the best. And that I miss him dearly."

You nodded softly, offering Sebastian a farewell kiss on the cheek. His words resonated deeply; Sebastian had truly missed Ominis. They had been each other's rock, experiencing so much together over the years. Sebastian's devastation at the loss of their friendship, along with Anne's departure, had led to a period of spiraling. Thankfully, you had been there to help pick up the pieces and support him until Quidditch consumed his life in Sixth Year.

Swiftly, you crossed the room, making your way to Ominis. Stopping a few steps away from him, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves.

Ominis had undergone changes over the years. Older and taller, he retained his slender frame. His blonde hair remained unchanged, but his face had matured, his features becoming more defined. His jawline was strong, his cheeks angular, and his eyebrows sharply arched. His skin seemed like marble, chiseled to perfection by the Gods, and his milky blue eyes appeared even more mesmerizing. Despite his blindness, there was an intensity to his gaze that seemed to see beyond mere sight, delving into the depths of perception. He remained mysterious to those who didn't know him well.

Grateful that he couldn't see you admiring him, you mustered the courage to approach him. His head turned slowly in your direction as the sound of your heels echoed against the floor. Though his arms remained crossed over his chest, his foot gently dropped to the floor.

"Hello?" he asked quietly, awaiting a response.

"Hi, Ominis," you replied, now only a foot away from him. His eyebrows raised slowly, blinking in response as his arms dropped to his sides, his expression unchanged.

"Oh. Hello, Y/N," he responded, turning his head back towards the music.

"Are you... enjoying yourself?" you asked tentatively, unsure how to break the ice. You internally kicked yourself for attempting small talk, knowing Ominis hated it.

"Is that why you came over here? To see if I was enjoying myself?" he asked, still facing the music. Embarrassment washed over you. This wasn't going as smoothly as you had hoped. But at least he wasn't trying to escape.

"No," you responded quietly.

"Well then, what is it?" he asked softly.

"Would you..." you began, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "...dance with me?"

Ominis turned his head to face you, his eyes widening ever so slightly. Taking a small step closer, you gently placed your hand in his, bracing for his reaction. To your surprise, he gently gripped your hand in return. Relief flooded over you at the gesture. Without a word, you slowly led Ominis onto the dance floor, feeling his thumb caress your skin as you moved together.

As the slow, melodic notes filled the air, you and Ominis began to sway together on the dance floor. His hand rested gently on your waist, while your other hand was clasped in his. With each gentle movement, you felt a sense of calm wash over you, as if all the worries of the world had faded away. Lost in the moment, you moved in perfect harmony, savoring the closeness between you. The world around you seemed to disappear as you danced without speaking. As the song came to an end, you both slowed your movements, lingering in each other's embrace, cherishing the intimacy of the dance.

"I've missed you," you said softly, your gaze lingering on his features, each one familiar and dear to you. His smile, as warm as ever, mirrored your sentiment, softening his expression in a way that felt like coming home.

"I've missed you too," he replied, his voice carrying a weight of longing that matched yours. The shared moment between you felt timeless, and for a fleeting instant, you wished you could freeze time and remain in this embrace forever, his hands on you, his smile a beacon of comfort.

But as if on cue, the warmth of the moment began to fade, slipping away like sand through your fingers. His smile vanished, and he withdrew his hand from your waist, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I... I have to go."

With a suddenness that left you reeling, Ominis hurried past you, his wand casting a red glow to guide his way. You watched him disappear through the Great Hall doors, a sense of urgency propelling him forward, leaving you standing there, suspended in the wake of his departure.

Sebastian's eyes met yours, his silent gesture urging you to follow. With a determined nod, you maneuvered through the crowd, pushing past students until you burst through the doors into the Viaduct Courtyard. The red light of Ominis's wand beckoned from across the bridge, seemingly motionless.

Heart pounding, you raced across the bridge, the echo of your footsteps filling the air. The cool summer breeze brushed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine as you closed the distance between you and Ominis.

As you reached him, he sat on a bench, his head bowed, hands cradling his face. Breathless, you came to a halt before him, determination coursing through you.

"No," you spoke firmly, your voice cutting through the silence. "You are not running away. Not this time."

Ominis lifted his head, tears staining his cheeks, his eyes red and swollen. Confusion flickered across your features as you met his gaze.

"You're crying?" you asked softly, a mixture of concern and frustration coloring your tone. How could he cry now, when you had shed tears over him for years?

He stood, wiping his eyes roughly. "Yes, Y/N. I am. Now, leave me alone," he demanded.

"No!" you exclaimed, your frustration boiling over. "I'm not leaving you alone. I've spent two years doing that, Ominis. I'm not going anywhere." Stepping closer, you grasped his hands in yours, refusing to let him push you away.

"Y/N," he began, but you cut him off, the floodgates of emotion breaking open.

"Two years, Ominis. Two years of wishing I could share my days with you, of longing for your presence, of needing you by my side," you confessed, your voice trembling with emotion. Tears welled up in your eyes, blurring your vision as you poured out your heart.

"I needed you, Ominis. And I think you needed me too," you said, the weight of your words hanging heavily in the air between you. Ominis raised his head, his breath brushing against your face. His breathing was shaky, fingers trembling. "At least let me say goodbye," you whispered.

Ominis swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing as he blinked slowly. "Y/N," he started, his eyes flickering down before returning to your direction, "After everything that happened at the end of Fifth Year... I was horrified. It all began when Sebastian cast Crucio on you. I couldn't bear hearing you in so much pain." He squeezed your hands a little too tightly.

"But that was my choice," you responded quietly.

"That's not the point. When Sebastian... killed Soloman, I realized the path he had taken. And knowing you were by his side changed things," Ominis said, pain evident in his voice. "As long as you were with Sebastian, you weren't safe. I couldn't stand by and watch you become like him."

"You don't understand, Ominis. After that, things did change. Not the way you might think. Sebastian fell apart without you, without Anne. I was the only person he had left, and I helped put him back together. There's no more dark magic, no more curses, no more dangerous escapades in the middle of the night," you told him, squeezing his hands tightly. His expression softened, and you noticed him biting the inside of his lip. "At the beginning of Sixth Year, Sebastian and I... drifted apart. Just as you and I had. I tried to tell you so many times... but you kept running, refusing to speak to me. I had to give up, give you what you wanted."

"And what is it that you think I wanted?" Ominis asked quietly, his voice firm and unwavering.

You looked into his eyes, searching his face for a hint of emotion. He was hard to read at times, and you began to feel hopeless. You gave your head the smallest shake, slowly releasing his hands from your grasp.

"To be alone," you responded, biting the inside of your cheek, tears welling in your eyes.

"No, Y/N," he responded, shaking his head, a strand of hair falling from his head and draping in front of his eyes. "No one wants to be alone. However, it is best for me. I'm a Gaunt. It's not realistic for me to care so deeply for another. I had to distance myself."

Your heart fluttered softly at his words, a glimmer of hope emerging within you. Maybe there was a chance to turn things around, or so you hoped. "Why?" you asked, your voice barely more than a whisper.

"I know my duty to my family, to our bloodline," he explained, his voice still quiet. "I was never supposed to find love, to care so deeply for another being. I'm to be married after we leave Hogwarts." He scratched at the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze. His confession left you feeling sick to your stomach, regret gnawing at you for not speaking up sooner, though you wondered if it would have made any difference given the circumstances. "Y/N, my love for you ran deep. I was terrified. I couldn't allow myself to be in that position. I knew nothing could ever come of it. And I was aware of how strongly you cared for Sebastian."

You ran your hands over your face, stepping back from him as you struggled to process his words. Silent tears streaked down your cheeks, a mixture of sorrow and frustration consuming you. A part of you wanted to kiss him, while another part wanted to lash out. "What do you mean I cared so strongly for Sebastian?" you asked, your voice rising, the echo of your heels against the stone floor punctuating your words. Halting your movements, you returned to him, gripping the sides of his biceps. "It was never Sebastian. It was always you. Do you know how devastated I was when you pushed me away? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep?"

Ominis remained silent, appearing uncomfortable and taken aback by your outburst. You scoffed softly, releasing your hold on him once again. "I'm sorry," he finally murmured, his voice barely audible. You placed your hands on your hips, turning away from him.

"I'm sorry," Ominis repeated, his voice carrying a weight of regret. "I didn't realize... I didn't understand the depth of your feelings."

You shook your head, wiping away tears with the back of your hand. "It doesn't matter now," you said, your voice choked with emotion.

"But it does matter," Ominis responded firmly, stepping forward and gently grasping your arm, turning you around to face him.

"No, it doesn't. You're to be married, Ominis. There's nothing more I can say," you replied, attempting to pull your arm from his grip. He held on tighter, refusing to let go, his expression softening as he searched your eyes.

"Tell me that you love me," he said strongly, pulling you closer until you were mere inches apart. "Tell me that you want me. Tell me to run away with you, that you're willing to sacrifice everything for me. Tell me that regardless of everything that has happened, you long for me." His breath brushed against your face, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of unexpected emotion at his words. They were earnest, serious, and it caught you off guard. With a small whimper, you spoke.

"I love you, Ominis," you admitted, reaching up to run your hand through his blonde strands, causing him to shiver at the unexpected touch. "I have always loved you."

Ominis moved swiftly, his hand finding the back of your neck as he pulled you into a longing kiss. A soft moan escaped your lips at the sensation, his hunger and passion evident as he drew you closer to him. His other arm wrapped around you, holding you tightly as your lips met in a fervent dance. Lost in the moment, you tangled your fingers in the hair at the back of his head, feeling butterflies fluttering in your stomach as warmth enveloped you. It felt like the world was spinning, the taste of mint and desire on his lips overwhelming your senses. He smelled of clean linen and old book pages, a comforting scent that made you feel safe in his embrace as your other hand traveled up his side.

As Ominis pulled back, the two of you quietly gasped for breath, foreheads pressed together. "Continue," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

You released his hair, running your hand along the side of his head until it rested on his cheek. "I want you. I want to be with you," you confessed, pressing your forehead against his a little more. "I don't want to say goodbye, Ominis. I'd run away with you, sacrifice everything, if that's what it takes."

Ominis moved his hand from the back of your neck, gently tracing his fingers along your jawline before cupping your chin between his fingers. Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, and you found yourself leaning further into him, relishing every sensation.

As he pulled back, the space between you small enough for whispered words, he spoke softly, his gaze intense. "I love you, Y/N. More than anything. More than what my family expects of me. More than what is considered safe or practical."

You felt your heart swell at his confession, the weight of his words washing over you like a warm embrace. It was a moment you had longed for, a moment of vulnerability and honesty that deepened the connection between you. "If you're serious, Y/N, I will leave with you. I'd follow you to the ends of the earth if you truly love me."

Your eyes shimmered with emotion as you gazed at him, wondering if he meant every word, afraid that this opportunity might slip away. "I mean it. I can't bear the thought of never seeing you again. I don't want to be without you, especially now."

Ominis smiled, his expression tender as he nodded in understanding. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to your forehead, trailing soft kisses down your temple and cheek before capturing your lips in a long, tender kiss. "Then you won't," he murmured against your lips, sealing the promise with his embrace.

And in that moment, as you stood entwined in each other's arms, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, you could overcome anything. With renewed hope and boundless love, you were ready to embark on this journey together, hand in hand, into the unknown.

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Kiss Me More

Warnings: Smut, fluff, g!p soft?dom Nat, daddy kink?

Words: 3.9k

Summary: You and Nat wanna get alone time but your kids keep interrupting. (Aliana: 7 months, Alex: 2-3)

A/N: Don't worry! I'm posting 2/2 of my short series, I just haven't finished it yet <3

You wake up, the morning light shining through the blinds. Groaning, you toss and turn till you hear a noise outside the room. “Tasha.. do you hear that?” you nudge your half-awake wife. “Yeah it sounds like the baby.” you almost immediately spring out of bed, gesturing Natasha to follow you.

You two run into the kids shared room, picking up Aliana. “Shh.. shh Ali mommy's here don't cry.” you look over to the other bed, “Nat is Alex up?” she glances at the sleeping toddler, looking back at you. “Nope, he's passed out.”

You sigh, adjusting the baby to your hip. “Wake him up, what do you want for breakfast darling?” she smirks, kissing the corner of your lips. “Is you an answer?” you giggle, kissing her cheek. “That would be cannibalism Tasha.” she raises a brow, “Don't try to be smart with me kotenok.”

You laugh, “But seriously Nat, breakfast?” she hums, “Hmm.. waffles?” you nod, walking to the door. “Alright, wake Alex up okay?” “Yup.” you blow her a kiss before leaving the room and heading towards the kitchen.

You put the baby down safely on the kitchen counter, looking at her. “Ali you wanna help mommy make breakfast hm?” she just babbles as a response, as she hasn't learned how to speak properly yet.

You kiss her forehead before heading to the fridge. Opening it you look for the ingredients you need, grabbing some milk and eggs. What else..? Oh! Sugar.

You open the pantry, seeing as the sugar is at the top shelf. You groan, getting on your toes trying to reach for it. You feel a hand on your waist, yelping slightly. “Nat! What the f– you scared me.” she chuckles, grabbing the sugar and putting it down on the counter. “Ha ha. That's hilarious, let's laugh at our wife.”

She mixes the batter as you take out the waffle maker. “Hey buddy, how'd you sleep?” you ruffle his hair, setting the device down. “Good?” he sneezes, following you around. You get a worried look, looking down at him. “Tasha! Can you give Alex his allergy medicine?” she nods, picking up the toddler.

You finish making the waffles, putting them on 3 plates and setting them on the dining table. “Mo–mmy!” you look over at Aliana, “Aww sweetie you hungry too? This isn't for babies Ali. Here I'll feed you okay?” she smiles brightly at you, making your heart melt.

You sigh, “Natty are waffles okay for babies her age to eat?” “Uhh.. yeah. Just small portions.” you smile back at the baby, “It's your lucky day after all cutie.” she scrunches her nose, you pick her up. Putting her on the high-chair, grabbing a baby bottle.

After breakfast the four of you sit around in the living room, Natasha on the floor struggling to play cars with Alex as you breastfeed Aliana. “You're doing great honey!” she waits till your son turns around to flip you off.

“Hey.. you guys wanna go to the Zoo today?” Alex's face lights up, he practically jumps up in the air. “Yes! Mama p'weasee mommy said yes, and she's your wife you should listen to her.” Natasha laughs at his antics, “As far as I'm concerned mommy listens to me buddy.” Alex huffs, putting his hands on his hips. “Okay.. we can go.”

He climbs onto Natasha, hugging her tightly. “Thank you mama! Love youu.” she chuckles, kissing his head, “Love you too Alex.” “Since the kids are already ready, we should go get ready too.” she looks at you and nods.

“Alex. Watch your sister we'll be back okay sweetie?” he looks up at you, putting his thumb up. “Good boy, don't mess up the living room sweetie.” you set the baby down on the couch, getting up to leave.

“Come on Natty.” she follows you into the bathroom, you slip off your dress. “What should I wear?” she struggles to keep eye contact with you, a blush forming on her cheeks. “Uhh.. something casual I guess.” you squint your eyes, looking up at her.

“Yeah?” you move closer to her, lips so close to touching yet so far away. She smirks, colliding her lips with yours. “Yeah.” you get on your knees, taking her pants off, her hardened cock pretty practically springing out.

You wrap your lips around the tip, easing her length into your mouth. You feel her body twitch underneath you. “Fuck.. detka–” she brings a hand up to your hair, forcing her dick into your warm mouth as you coat it with saliva. She leans against the wall, moaning softly. “Such a good girl.. taking daddy in so well.” her breath hitches as you run your tongue against it.

She shoves herself deeper into your mouth, making you gag on it. “Mmh.. 'gonna cum baby, you ready?” you nod, your head bobbing up and down as you suck on her. She comes into your mouth, you let out a moan. “Yeah, swallow it all down like a good little slut.”

You swallow her cum all down, pulling her cock out of your mouth, a string of saliva following. “Mama, mommy what's taking you so long!?” a knock on the bathroom door. “Sorry Alex! We'll be out in a sec sweetheart.” you squeak out. “O'tay!” you hear his footsteps fade off somewhere.

You look up at your wife, “Help me up?” she smiles, holding out a hand. You grasp onto it, getting off of the floor. “Let's actually get ready before the kids break down the door.” you laugh, picking out some clothes.

You and Natasha leave the bathroom, to see Alex with the baby on the floor right next to him. “Alex.. why is your little sister on the floor?” he grins innocently, you sigh, bending down to pick up Aliana. “Nat! You got the keys?” she nods, jingling the keys in her hand. You get up with the baby in your arms, “Come on Alex, let's go.” he smiles, holding onto your hand as the four of you leave the house.

You put Aliana in her car seat, while your wife helps Alex put his seat belt on. “Alex, keep an eye on Ali okay?” he nods. You take a deep breath, closing the back seat doors. “Okay.” “She'll be fine baby,” Natasha says as she gets into the drivers seat.

You get into the passenger seat, putting on your seat belt. “Yeah, I know.. I just worry sometimes.” she gives your hand a reassuring squeeze, “It's alright, I'm here for you.” you smile, kissing her cheek, rolling your eyes when Alex says: “Eww!”

She starts the car, driving off. “How far is the Zoo from home?” she shrugs, leaving the neighborhood. “Not too far.” you look out the window, humming.

10 minutes later, closer to the destination. You look behind at the kids, “Aww..” she glances at you. “Are they asleep?” you nod, “Yeah.” “You should wake them up in a bit detka.” you hum in response, “I'll wake them up when we get there.”

You look out the car window, “Speaking of getting there.. we seem to be pretty close.” you eye the giant "Zoo" sign. Natasha parks the car, and you both get out. You open the back seats, gently waking up the kids. “Wake up, we're here babies.” Alex flutters his eyes open. “I' a big boy. Not a baby.” he crosses his arms, getting out of the car. Natasha lifts him up on her shoulders, making him scream in joy.

“Yeah but you're mommy and mama's baby.” he smiles, admiring the scenery. You slowly pick up Aliana, rocking her in your arms. “Tasha can you get the stroller out?” you say, closing the car doors.

She takes the stroller out, you bend over, strapping the baby into the stroller. “Where to first?” Alex points afar, “Tigers!” you sigh, pushing the stroller with you as all of you go to the tiger exhibit.

“..Is now a good time to tell you that I'm terrified of tigers?” “Why would you be? They're cute as hell.” you glare at her, walking to the tigers in the glass barricade. “Of course you aren't, my strong Avenger wife.” she chuckles, kissing your cheek. You try to hide the blush on your face as she does.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?” you meekly nod, squeaking out a “Yes...” you trail off till you see her hold Alex's hand. “You were talking to our son, of course you were.” “He's adorable.” you smile, “Yeah I know, we made him.”

You bite your lower lip, coming up with an idea of some sort. Clearing your throat, you look at Natasha and Alex. “Alex! Wanna go to the petting Zoo with your sister?” he quickly nods with excitement.

You push the stroller, walking out of the exhibit and making your way to the petting zoo. “Yay! I can bite the animals!” you widen your eyes in shock, “No! Alex what did mommy and mama tell you about biting animals?” he lowers his head sadly, “To not bite them..” “Yes. Don't bite the animals buddy.” you hide the laugh you were about to let out since you arrived to the petting zoo.

“Alright, we're here. Alex, me, and mama are dropping you off okay? Tell the nice lady over there to call us if anything happens sweetie.” he nods, picks up his sister, and waddles over to the bunnies. You smile, waving the kids goodbye. You get on your toes, whispering something to Natasha. “Meet me in the car.” she smirks, “Oh? What for?” you gently kiss her lips, “I think you know.”

You get into the back seat of the car, waiting for your wife. She comes back, getting into the front seat. You poke her shoulder, “Nat.. come to the back seat.” she opens the door, climbing into the back seat. “Why are you doing this?” you kiss her softly, “Mm.. because?” she smiles into the kiss. “Because?”

You look up at her innocently, “Cause.. I want to?” “Yeah but, why now?” you give her a peck on the lips, “Well, we couldn't finish what we were doing back home because the kids interrupted..” “And that was?” you glare at her, slowly pulling off your skirt.

“You know what that was.” she looks at you with lust filled eyes, “No I don't.” you pull off your skirt, sitting down on her lap. “Should I remind you?” “Yes.” you smile, slowly grinding yourself on her thigh.

She leans down, and kisses you passionately. You let out a soft moan, kissing her back. She gropes your ass, pulling your body closer to her, as you press your breasts against her chest. She flexes her thigh muscles, holding onto your hips as you grind yourself on her thigh.

“Fuck.. Nat–” she pulls you into a deep kiss, locking your lips together. Pressing the back of your head against the car window, moving both of your hips together. She breaks the kiss, looking down at you. “Natasha please..” “We can't do this right now.” you pout, looking up at her. “But darling—” you get cut over the phone ringing.

You huff, picking up the phone. “Hello? This is Mrs. Romanoff.” you hear screaming in the distance, "You're son..." you widen your eyes, hanging up the phone after the caller stops talking. Quickly putting your skirt back on. “We couldn't have done anything anyways, who the fuck have you been letting around our son? I'm guessing Thor.” you open the car door, getting out.

“We'll have time later baby.” she gets out of the car as well. “You. Have been edging me all day,” you trail off, walking towards the petting zoo. “I'm sorry detka.” you walk into the small building, looking around for the kids, “Sorry doesn't cut it.” she bends down, whispering in your ear, “Don't worry kotenok, when we get home I'll fuck a 3rd baby in you.” you blush, “Well, hopefully this 3rd baby isn't like Alex.. Alex!” you call out to the toddler.

��Hi mommy!” he smiles, with Aliana next to him. You bend down, picking up the baby. “Buddy.. when me and mama told you not to bite the animals, you weren't supposed to bite the other kids.” he nods, “Oh..” Natasha picks him up, nuzzling her face to his cheek. “Mama!”

“Tasha.. I was scolding our son for biting people can you not– whatever let's just go home.” you kiss the top of Aliana's head, walking back to the car.

Natasha holds the car door out for you, “Well isn't someone being a good wife?” “Yes ma'am.” you laugh, getting into the car. “Come on Natty.” she smiles, “Yup,” she gets into the drivers seat.

You smile, rolling your eyes playfully. “Just drive us back home Nat.” she starts driving, pulling out of the parking lot. “Whatever you say princess.” you look out the window, “Natty, what do you want for dinner?” “What did you have in mind?” “Uh.. like rice and stuff?” she nods, driving past the Zoo entrance. “That sounds fine.” you kiss her cheek, watching her glance at you. “Eyes on the road darling.”

She turns back to driving, you turn around to check on the kids. Quietly gasping in awe, “I would say, turn around the kids are sleeping. But you're driving so...” you take out your phone, taking a picture of them. “I'll show it to you later.” “Mhm.” you turn back to the window, “Are.. we home yet?” she smirks, “Almost.” you huff impatiently, “Okay..”

She drives through the gates, parking in front of our house. “Finally–” she gets out of the car with me, “Let's go inside before they wake up.” you nod, opening the back doors, picking up the kids. “They're deep asleep.” you two walk into the house, “We're finally home.” you smile, going in the kids room. Placing the kids in bed, “What do you wanna do now Y/n?” “We could..” you trail off, pulling her into your shared bedroom.

“We could..?” she locks the door, making her way over to you. You take off your top, “We could do something?” she kisses your neck, “Like what?” you press your lips to hers, “Tasha you know what.” She pushes you to the bed, getting on top of you. “Natasha..” she places a kiss on your collarbone, “Natasha please I just–” she cuts you off, kissing you. “Shh.. baby I just wanna take care of you.”

She shoves her tongue between your lips, your moans muffled as her tongue swirls through your mouth. She breaks the kiss, pushing herself up off the bed. “Wanna be in you so bad baby..” she almost rips off your panties, running her finger through your folds. You squirm underneath her, “Mm.. Tasha stop teasing me..” “I'm not teasing you, I promise. Just be patient.”

“But.. Natasha I need you inside me.” you look up at her with pleading eyes. “I.. fuck I can't wait any longer,” you clip off your bra, tossing it to the side. “Just do it Nat.” you whine, she grabs your hips pulling yours to hers. You moan, feeling her bulge through her pants. You watch impatiently as she pulls off her pants, lining her tip with your throbbing core.

You let out a loud moan, gripping onto the sheets when she thrusts into you. “You're so wet detka..” she rasps out, making you roll your eyes to the back of your head. She starts to pick up her pace, thrusting faster. “Mmh.. faster!” she smacks your ass, “Whores don't get to give orders, beg for it baby.” you whimper, “Please f-faster, just use me daddy.”

She smirks, thrusting her cock in deeper. “Fuck.. I love how desperate you are for me.” you bite your lower lip, suppressing a moan. She thrusts in harder grabbing tightly onto your waist. “Natasha I–” she slams her lips against yours, you kiss back letting out a soft moan. “Mm..” she pulls back, panting heavily. “Natty I'm gonna—” “Cum for me baby.”

You came, letting out an embarrassing loud moan as your walls clench around her length. She thrusts in harder, “Tasha 'm too sensitive ple—” you moan, widening your eyes. She came, filling you up as she did.

She leans down, kissing you gently. “Nat.. do– you wanna go to bed or do you still want dinner?” she pulls out, smiling at you. “I'll cook, but we should probably shower first.” you nod, getting into the bathroom. “I'm helping you cook.” she follows you in, laughing slightly. “That's okay, I can handle myself.” you step into the shower. “Last time you "handled yourself" you burnt breakfast.”

She gets into the shower too, “You have no idea what I can do when I put my mind to something.” you kiss her, whispering into her ear. “Oh I sure have an idea.”

You two get out of the shower, walking into the bedroom. “Tasha are the kids still asleep?” you turn to look at her, “Yeah, they'll be up soon though.” you hum in response, she suddenly pushes you against the wall, kissing you deeply. You widen your eyes, kissing her back. She brings a hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit through your panties. “Fuck.. Natasha.” she takes her hand away, “Sorry..” you look up at her. “It's fine just–” you giggle at her unecessary apology, “Let's just go make dinner.”

You leave the room, making your way into the kitchen. “What are we making?” you smile, “I told you when we were in the car.” “Yeah but I wanted to surprise you.” you glance at her, opening the fridge. “Mhm.. and what is that?” she takes out a container from the fridge, smiling. “Chicken.” you furrow your brows in confusion, “...Chicken?” “You don't cook chicken?”

You look up at her confused face, bursting out in laughter, “Um.. yeah– yeah I do.” she sets the container down on the counter, “Then why would you ask?” you shake your head, “No reason.. thanks for the chicken honey.” she kisses your cheek, “So.. what do you do now?”

You look up at her, “I cook.. the chicken.” she replies back with an "ohh." you grab a knife, chopping up some vegetables and the chicken. She watches you intently, “Natasha is this the first time in our entire marriage that you're watching me make dinner?” she nods slowly, looking over at you.

You stifle a laugh, kissing her softly. “You're cute, you know that?” she frowns, pecking your lips again. “I'm an Avenger, I'm not cute.” you shake your head, pouring the uncooked ingredients into a pan. “No.. you're cute Tasha.” you turn on the stove, frying the food. She comes up behind you, placing her chin on your shoulder. “Well.. since you're here, can you get me the oil Nat?” she nods, grabbing the oil.

“How much should I put in there?” you shrug, “Just a little bit.” she furrows her brows, “How much is "just a little bit"?” you glare at her, “Just give me the oil Romanoff.” you yank the bottle from her, and pour in some oil into the pan. “Should I go wake the kids up?” you nod, and she walks off to the kids bedroom.

You finish cooking dinner, placing it on the table. Natasha comes back into the kitchen with Alex and Aliana. You smile at them, “Hey buddy.. how'd you sleep?” he shrugs, “Good-ish.” he goes to sit at the dinner table. “What's up with him?” “How would I know?” you sigh, grabbing the baby from Natasha.

You sit at the dinner table, Natasha sits beside you. “Ali! Mommy's hair isn't a toy sweetie, stop pulling it.” you untangle her hands from your hair. Natasha lets out a small laugh, “You think this is funny Nat?” she shakes her head. “Nope.” she goes back to eating her food.

You let the baby have some rice from you, smiling back at her. “You want another one Ali?” she babbles, nodding her head as a response. You kiss her cheek, feeding her some more. “Mommy dinner tastes yummy!” Natasha looks over at Alex, “Why don't you think mama made dinner buddy?” he tilts his head, “Mama you can't cook.” he says, flashing a smile.

You start laughing, “Oh.” “Tasha, it's fine darling. He's 2, what do you expect?” you kiss her softly, “Ew!” your son sticks out his tongue in mock disgust. “Hey! Alex.. who teaches you this stuff?” he giggles, “Uncle Thor.” you roll your eyes, “Of course he did.. make Sam babysit next time Nat.” she chuckles, nodding.

You get up, picking up everyones plates and putting the baby on your hip, between your arms. You make your way over to the sink, “What are you doing?” you turn to look at her, “Hm? Washing the dishes.” she gets up from the table. “I can do that,” “Okayy..” you move, giving her some space to stand in front of the sink. “Good girl.” you widen your eyes, blushing. “Natasha!” she smirks, washing the plates.

“Why are you so red kotenok?” “Natty the kids are here. Don't do this until after they go to bed.” she puts the clean plates up, “Fine.” “Good. I'll go.. I'm gonna go put the kids back to bed.” you hold Alex's hand, walking to the kids room. “You need help?” you nod, “Sure, why not.” she follows you in.

You place the baby down on her crib, placing a blanket on top of her. Natasha puts Alex down on his bed, putting a blanket on him. “They must be really tired.” you whisper. “Yeah.” you bend down, kissing their foreheads. “Sleep well.” you turn off the lights, “Goodnight.” “Are you going to sleep now?” you glare at her, pulling her into the bedroom.

“Not after that stunt you pulled in the kitchen.” she closes the door behind us, “What stunt?” she locks the door. “Natasha..” you say, eyeing her from the other side of the room. She kisses you passionately, pining you to the wall. You gasp, pressing your body to hers. Her hands slide up your shirt, “Just take it off.” she takes your shirt off for you, looking at your clothed breasts. “That too.” she slips off your bra, putting it aside.

You get on your knees, taking off her boxers. Her cock practically springs out, you place your mouth on her tip. She lets out a moan as you suck slowly, “Fuck detka..” you push her dick deeper into your mouth. She grips onto your hair, forcing her length deeper into you. You gag, choking on her cock, tearing up slightly. She breathes heavily, cumming into your mouth. You swallow it all down, looking up at her.

“On the bed.” you nod, scrambling onto the bed. She pulls off your panties, “Need to be inside you baby.” she lines the tip with your entrance, shoving her cock deep inside your pussy. You let out a loud moan, arching your back. She thrusts deep into you, “Mm.. you're so tight kotenok.” you whimper, gripping onto her shoulders. “Fuck.. d-daddy it's too much!” “You can take it, take me in like a good girl.” you moan, screwing your eyes shut.

“Daddy wants to see you when she fucks you detka.” she says, making you open your eyes again. She pulls in and out of you, slamming her cock deep into you. “Tasha I– I'm gonna..” you gasp out, “Cum for me, cum all over my cock Y/n.” a wave of pleasurement crashes down on you, thighs shaking as you came.

She came into you right after, collapsing on top of your chest. You kiss her cheek, “I love you Natty.” she smiles, looking down at you. “I love you too baby.”

You two lay in silence until, "Mama! Aliana frew up!!" You groan, getting up and slip your clothes back on.

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The Bear ch 4

Pairings: Wanda x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 3.8K

TW: flashback, torture, themes of death, panic attack, concussion, nonverbalism, brain washing, mind control, trauma, abuse, violence, needles, restrains, bruises, injuries, guns, medical malpractice, human experimenting, tears, insanity (implied), headache, (damn thats a lot of warnings.)

Summary: You join your uncle tony in the avengers, it wasn’t your original plan but you never planned for your powers either so here you are. Now your at the avengers tower and falling for the girl of your dreams. With a haunting past and interesting abilities can you navigate your way through the challenges of being a hero? After a mission gone wrong and a cruel twist of fate the team starts digging for answers. Can tony keep them from finding out the truth?

A/n sorry this took so long to publish I might have broken one of my fingers im getting an X-ray in three days. Also the sign language I describe is auslan (Australian) sign language so … yeah. Also im not great at it so it might be wrong sorry.

PART 1 || PART 2 || PART 3 || PART 4 || PART 5 || PART 6 || PART 7

When your mind awoke the dull headache still sat behind your eyes which you had kept shut. You wiggle slightly and Wanda knows your awake.

“Hello sweet girl. How are you feeling” she asked rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone. You were in her lap and quite comfortable. You let out a content hum and Wanda chuckled slightly. The vibrations of her chest were soothing on your head as you had your face nestled into her chest.

“Baby?”

“Mm?”

“If your feeling good enough natty and i wanna ask you something my love.” Wanda asked taking note of your muscles as they stiffened. You knew this was coming, they wanted to know why you had frozen on the mission. You fought back the emotions that bubbled in your chest and nodded.

“You want to know why i froze.” You said in a small voice. Wanda wiped the baby hairs from your eyes and looked down at you softly. Nat laid a comforting hand on your thigh and you almost had forgotten she was in the room. Wanda and nat were sat against the headboard on your bed and you were curled in Wanda’s lap.

She began to run her hands through your hair and you let out a content sigh.

“Baby we just want to know so we can help you and keep you safe.” She said softly and nat nodded her agreement.

“Alright, but i-i c-cant t-talk about it.” You stuttered clearing your throat at annoyance at the nervous habit.

“Baby thats ok, can i look and show natty then?” She asked your consent and rubbed her thumb over your cheek again with her hand cupping your face. You suddenly felt small and nodded, words becoming too hard for you.

“Ok if you need me to stop or it gets too much at all i need you to tap twice on my thigh baby girl. Can you do that for me now so i know you can do it?” She asked still speaking softly. You used two fingers and tapped twice on her thigh. She smiled down at you. “Perfect baby your doing so well. Let me know when your ready ok my love?” She asked and you drew a shaky breathe and looked into her eyes and nodded your consent.

“Words baby. I need to hear you say its ok.” She said. You looked slightly stressed and signed ‘no talk’ with your hands. Bringing your middle and pointer finger to your thumb to say no and then bringing your finger to your mouth and drawing circles to say talk. Wanda understood and began storing your hair.

“Ok baby no talking. Are you nonverbal baby?” She asked and you nodded and sniffled slightly. She cooed and asked you once more if you were ready. When you signed yes she hummed and began to project from your mind to her own and Natashas.

As she sifted through your memories her brow furrowed. They were fragmented and many were repressed, the trauma distorting the images. She saw many things. A damp cold cell with white chalk drawing of tony and the outside world covering the walls. The drawings were magical and intricate. She saw a small room with nothing in it but a chair, a man and a tray of what looked like torture instruments. She saw the lights of hospital but it was unlike anything private or government, more like a run down covert facility. She saw the man from the mission standing over you as you writhed in the restraints that kept you strapped to a table. He held a long needle filled with black liquid. She saw you standing over a man, a bear skull mask on your face and a black suit on you body. You had a gun pressed to his temple and sick grin on your face. She knew that suit. That grin. That gun. She recognised the cold sadistic chuckle as you drew the trigger. The crack of a bullet firing ricocheted throughout the ally and she watched the body fall limp on the floor with a sickening thud. But despite the cruelty of then action she saw the lacquer in your eyes. The gloss that told her you weren’t in control. She saw the light in your eyes flickering as you fought for control. She watched as the scene changed again and you were laid beaten on the floor of a cell cradling a bruised abdomen as you wore nothing but a ruined and bloody rag. She saw a man, the man from the mission again land hit after hit across your already broken and bruised body.

She watched you be broken and bled in every way possible before you were thrown back into your cell. She saw the kind scientist sneak you chalk that you covered the walls with. She watched you cry alone and broken. But the last thing she saw, was the logo of hydra printed on the door of your cell. The red ink bleeding down the walls.

She found nothing else. Careful not to damage your mind further she withdrew her controls. Looking down at you in her arms she pulled you tighter to her despite the shock. Your body shook with sobs as you wailed slightly still not speaking. In a surprising display of strength you pushed yourself away from her chest and sprung from the bed. Natasha looked dazed as you curled into a ball in the corner. Shielding your head with your forearms and rocking back and forth. The sound of your broken cries permeated the room and broke Wanda’s heart. She slowly came over to you seeing the panic in your eyes as she tried to stop the flashback. She pulled you into her arms and rocked you slowly as you sobbed. Slowly the sobs slowed as your hand gripped her shirt in fists.

As you began to recognise who was around you and where you were Wanda held you tighter.

“Baby we understand you weren’t in control. That wasn’t you. I remember fighting you but i know it wasn’t you. You couldn’t ever be that cold.” You howled and Wanda squeezed you again.

“Baby we love you the same as always and now we know just how strong you are and we love you even more.”

You sniffled and began to move your hands as you began to sign that you wanted to explain.

Wanda placed her hand over yours. “Baby you don’t have to do that just now.”

You signed back ‘I want to or i know i never will be able to.’

Wanda hesitated but nodded. Carefully she stood with you in her arms and walked back to the bed where nat sat and offered you a smile. You knew she didn’t care about your past the same you didn’t care about hers. Wanda held you as you explained. Hydra took you in the early days of tony being Ironman. You, behind the spotlight helped on missions and when you were captured one day things changed. They tortured you amongst other things and brain washed you to do their bidding. When tony rescued you he hid you away when he saved you from hydra and you and him faked your death. When you told him two months ago your powers returned after hydra suppressed them and made sure only you could use them when told, he panicked and made you come to the compound. The drugs they gave you to control your powers finally wearing off. You had always loved your powers, they made you feel safe and you quickly regained full control but the damage hydra did made some of them dissapper. Tony wants to keep an eye on you to make sure your ok if they come back also. But now hydra knows your alive and your powers are back and stronger, and they have almost certainly ordered a hit on you.

Wanda sat back and sighed running her hands through her hair as she took it all in. She was quick to comfort you as you took her silence as a bad sign. Tears formed in your eyes. And your loud thoughts told Wanda you thought she was mad. You began to struggle in her lap. She quickly pulled you into her chest again and shushed you reassuring you everything would be ok.

After all the stress and crying your head felt even worse and the familiar nausea returned. You thrashed in Wanda’s arms who pulled you from her neck to look into your eyes. They looked frantic and you quickly signed the word for throw up. Nat was quick to understand and grabbed another sick-bag. She had half expected this to happen after the stress this had put on you and the pain of crying that hard with a concussion.

She carefully placed it under your chin and you put your hands over hers as they shook. Wanda rubbed circles between your shoulder blades. You hunched over your hands clinging to Nat’s wrists for dear life she she held the sick-bag for you.

“Its ok baby. Let it out. We’re here. Don’t hold it back bubs.” Wanda said seeings you gagging and struggling to keep it down. Tears formed in your eyes before you ducked your head lowered towards the sick bag. The sound of you throwing up filled the room as all the food you had eaten in the past few hours was violently expelled.

“Shh sh sh your doing so good for us Detka. So so good baby girl.” Wanda said.

“It’ll be ok y/n/n its alright love.” Nat said. When you stopped gaging nat went to take away the sick-bag but your grip on her wrist tightened and you shook your head slowly.

“Going to go again?” Nat asked raising a brow and her question was answered as you threw up a second round. When you stopped you pushed her hands away and nat nodded to Wanda who pulled you into her as nat went to dispose of the sick and grab some more mouthwash for your sensitive tastebuds. You sniffled and buried your face in her neck.

“Aww bubs your ok. Your ok now love.” Wanda soothed. After a bit your sniffles died down and you simply laid curled in her arms. Nat returned and you rinsed out your mouth and then began to drift off to sleep.

“Its ok baby you can close your eyes. You must be exhausted after all that my sweet.” Wanda said and you nodded and curled into her chest. After a little your soft snores sounded throughout the room.

When you woke up the room was dimly lit still but the headache was lesser. You signed to Wanda you wanted a snack and you were hungry. She stood getting ready to leave but you signed that you wanted to come with. Nat who had been watching the conversation over the top of her book frowned. After a series of quick hand movements from you you made it clear that you were coming with. Nat stood pulling some sunglasses out of a drawer.

“If you come with you wear these. You don’t need to loose the progress you have made in recovering.” Nat said and you pouted but let her slip them onto your face regardless. After a second you blinked and then turned grabbing nat and Wanda’s hands before dragging them out of the room.

Nat snagged a sick-bag on the way not knowing how your stomach would react to the lurch of the lift. You raised a brow but didn’t comment. After a successful trip down to the kitchen you realised it was mostly empty. Clint stood by the toaster making bagels with cream cheese and looked up smiling at you when you walked in. Nat waved and went over to talk to him. But he frowned and nat paused. Looking sheepish he signed to nat he broke his hearing aids while training and nat laughed. Quickly signing back she told him it was ok and she would tell fury to send more. Clint looked up from his conversation and noticed you signing to Wanda about what you wanted to eat. He frowned.

‘I didn’t know she knew sign language.’ He signed. Nat froze and Wanda swooped in.

‘She’s got a sore throat so she’s resting her voice’ Wanda said and you smiled shyly. Clint smiled, happy he had someone else he could sign with. The toaster dinged loudly and you flinched still slightly on edge from earlier. Wanda took you hand rubbing her thumb over you knuckles to smooth you.

You sighed softly and gave her a look of thanks.

‘Are you alright y/n?’ Clint signed not missing the way you had flinched.

‘Yeah toaster startled me’ you signed back and Clint nodded in understanding. He shot a questioning look to nat who shook her head and indicated he should just drop it. He nodded and pulled out his bagels which nat pointed too seeing he couldn’t hear the ding.

“Wanda once you got y/n/n’s snack head back up to the room and I’ll join you a bit later. I need to call fury to get more of Clint’s hearing aids sent to the compound. Clint signed thanks after reading her lips and nat waved him off. He wouldn’t be able to make the call himself because he couldn’t really talk right now.

Earlier you, nat and Wanda had decided on how to tell the team about your issues but decided to start small. Clint would be the first one to tell he would understand the best. But you hadn’t had the courage to tell him yet.

Wanda and you headed back to the room and after around a half hour of relaxing and listening to Wanda read to you you had been dozing lightly when Jarvis startled you into fully being awake.

“Director fury is asking for everyone to meet him in the conference room.”

The AI said.

“Alright tell him we are on our way.” Wanda said slipping the sunglasses back on your face rubbing her thumb over your cheekbone as you basked in her touch. She grabbed you hand and softly pulled you from the bed.

Fury was waiting in the meeting room. Nat and the rest were already there and Wanda pulled you into a chair next to her and Natasha.

“Nice of you to join us Maximoff and L/n” fury said and you made yourself smaller in your seat as the team looked at you.

“Alright getting straight to the point.” Fury said. “Operative has confirmed that hydra has put out a hit on y/n.” Wanda, Natasha, tony and you tensed but stayed quiet. “L/n will need to be accompanied by another member of the team at all times and is not to leave the compound unattended.” Fury said and you groaned quietly. Whenever similar things had happened in the past it had made you feel trapped. And as you explained to Wanda and nat earlier that often led to you disappearing for a couple hours to be alone. “This is not up for discussion L/n.” Fury said when he heard you groan. You slouched but didn’t protest not wanting to talk still or make a scene by using sign language in front of the team who still didn’t know.

“Everyone else you are to be going to this hydra base here” fury tapped a spot on the map behind him that was being projected on the screen. “This meeting will brief you all on what will happen and i trust tony to brief the rest of you with more details on y/n later.” Tony, Wanda and nat stiffened knowing the truth about you. “Only a handful of you will be staying behind. Clint seeings you can’t hear right now which would make using coms a nightmare.” Clint frowned crossing his arms and sounding in. The chair but knowing fury was right. “Y/n for obvious reasons and a concussion. Bruce will stay here in case y/n requires medical attention and Wanda and nat seeings you have taken a liking to young ms L/n will stay behind to protect her. The rest of you will be going to the base. You leave in three days. Tony you have three days to tell the team about y/n or I will be. Alright now lets get into the details of what’s happening on the mission. L/n, Barton, Maximoff and Romanoff you all stay for this as well, you might be needed as backup at any point so stay focused here.” You deflated in your chair, feeling yourself getting overstimulated. It was a mix of the constant flow of information and the fact your concussion was making everything around you seem ten times louder than it was. Nat was taking note on your left and Wanda sat doing the same on your right. Even though they wouldn’t be going on the mission they wanted to stay informed.

You drummed your fingers on your thigh and fidgeted softly trying to lay attention. You felt the headache begging to worsen and you winced, luckily hidden by the sunglasses. After another five minutes you were struggling even more. Even through the sunglasses the light was hurting your eyes slightly and the noises had blurred together to create an endless stream of overstimulating pain. You couldn’t tell nat or Wanda because you couldn’t sign in front of the team. Quietly you took a pen from the cup of them in the centre of the table. Uncapping the black biro and starting to draw up and down your arms. You drew and octopus to start and were putting the details on the tentacles when you felt a hand on yours. Looking up you see nat offering you her notepad. She slides it to you across the table indicating to draw on it instead. With slightly shaky hands you take it. Nat frowns seeing your tremor. You glanced around before moving your hands below the table and signed “what about your notes?” And she points to Wanda who is talking notes as well and she gives a finger wiggling wave with a cheeky grin. You chuckle and when you realise the room us quiet you see Steve glaring at you.

“Y/n? Are you even paying attention.” You swallow nervously.

“Yeah thats what I thought. Please listen this is important or we will have to. Bench you on the next mission.”

when nat saw the tears collecting in your eyes she stood up for you knowing it was too much and you couldn’t talk or leave. You felt trapped. Steve was still lecturing oblivious to you going a deep shade of red from the teams eyes on you.

“Alright thats enough Steve you made your point now get back to it.” Natasha said sounding very annoyed. Steve paused taking note of the authority in Nat’s voice and swallowed before returning to the briefing as fury had left to deal with more important matters. Wanda’s eyes lingered on you for a second before meeting Nat’s as they silently and possible mentally conversed thanks to Wanda’s powers. You were a little annoyed because you knew they would be talking about you. You huffed and fixed your gaze on the screen trying to get your buzzing brain to pay attention to the details. After what felt like hours Steve dismissed the team and you made a beeline for the door. Quickly retreating to your room and despite the silence, slipping on your noise cancelling headphones and starting to draw in your sketchbook. You were chewing on your pinky finger absentmindedly as your pen flew across the page when two short raps came on the door. Wanda and nat wanted to make sure you were ok. They knew something was up. Of course with the headphones on you didn’t hear them. Only realising when then door cracked open spilling light into the dimly lit room. Wandas head peeked in cautiously and you gave a small apologetic smile and signed for her to come in, looking sheepish. She smiled wildly and pushed the door open the rest of the way as her and nat entered. Shutting it after them, the room returned to its previously dimly lit level of light but the two girls didn’t seem to care. Nat eyed your sketchbook complementing your art before Wanda pulled you into her arms.

You buried your face in her neck and drew in a heavy breathe pf her calming scent.

“Baby girl was that meeting a bit much for you?” Wanda asked softly and felt you nod into her neck.

“Im sorry my love. The reason we didn’t come find you straight away is natty here chewed out Steve for calling you out like that in front of the team.” She heard you sniffle into her chest and felt small sobs wrack your form.

“Aww sweets don’t cry we’re here now.” Wanda said and you pulled away still straddling her with her hands on your hips. You signed ‘too much’ and nat carefully slipped the noise canceling headphones back over your ears. You sighed and Wanda pulled you into her again and drew circles on your back with the palm of her hand. It soothed you like the presence of the two women. After a bit you fell asleep and Wanda quietly talked to nat about telling the team. They would find out sooner or later and right now them not knowing was making things harder on you. Stressing to keep it secret was taking its toll on you. Nat knew the team the longest and knew they would be fine with it. Helpful even.

When you next woke they posed the idea and tired and sad you agreed. Pointing at them and signing that they would tell the team for you. Nat chuckled. “Sure thing kiddo whatever you want squirt.” She said ruffling you hair with a smile you batted her hand away grinning and poked your tongue out at her.With mock offence she placed a hand over her chest and gasped. Wanda rolled her eyes at your antics.

“Honestly you two are such children.”

“Yeah but you love us.” Nat said and Wanda sighed.

“I do. I love you both very much” she said peppering your face with kisses as you giggled slightly the sound warming Wanda’s heart.

“Right we have a meeting to call.” Nat said standing up.

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