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Tongue tricks?

A/n: another idea popped in my head so of course I’m gonna write it.

Summary: You're very innocent for your own liking.

Taglist: @diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx

It was another day of the team movie marathon, and despite the fact that none of you were weary enough or ready to sleep the night away, you opted to take your time and just talk about the stories you had shared with each other.

The bickering and teasing filled your ears while you sat on the floor in front of the center table, cross-legged. Natasha was sitting next to you, holding one tub of ice cream and two spoons, one for you and one for Nat.

You scooped a spoon full of ice cream and licked the side because it was dripping, causing Tony’s eyes to look at you with a teasing smirk. You ignored their constant chit-chat and happily hummed to the cookies and cream you were eating.

“I bet y/n is great with giving a head,” Tony said out of the blue, causing a red-headed woman to glare at him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not really understanding what Tony meant. “Giving a head? Why would I give my head? "you snorted. You find it funny to cut your head off and give it to someone.

 "Tongue tricks?” Sam gave you a clue, hoping you’d understand what Tony meant. It earned another stern glare from the assassin.

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So Pretty (Leonora Lesso x Reader)

Synopsis: Lady Lesso has a problem and you are the cause

Words:1.7k

Warnings: mentions of blood, choking

You were such a pretty picture. That’s what Lesso would tell herself when she realised she was staring at you. That was the point of beauty, to draw the eye. Who was she to deny her own nature?

That didn’t stop the way your laughter seemed to haunt her. Or how the brush of your fingers along her the back of her chair replayed in her mind for weeks. Or the way your gaze felt heavy on her in a way no one else’s did.

She had to do something about the way you seemed to have crawled under her skin like a bug.

Cane tapping with each footsteps, students tripped over themselves to get out of her way. She put it down to the murder in her eyes, and in her heart. She haunted the halls, hunting you down with a single mindedness unmatched by anyone.

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Unconventional comfort

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1379

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

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

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

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

Other times, you weren't so lucky.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What happened next had been a complete accident.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

*

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

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

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

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 part one | word count: 18.7k warnings: homophobic sentiments, angst, religious guilty / trauma, mentions of something like conversion therapy.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 part two | word count: 22.7k warnings: smut, minors dni, very emotional scenes, just more religious guilt-tripping

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 epilogue | word count: 5k no warnings

THE ANGSTT✝️

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't. 

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!" 

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line. 

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most. 

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could. 

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red. 

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements. 

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible. 

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else.  It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned. 

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her. 

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated. 

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual. 

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it. 

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl. 

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face. 

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse. 

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed. 

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.." 

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing. 

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing. 

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!" 

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room. 

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!" 

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry. 

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room. 

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled. 

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street. 

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future. 

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them. 

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory. 

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold. 

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door. 

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black. 

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly. 

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins. 

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?" 

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!" 

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes. 

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?" 

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him. 

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened. 

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't." 

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back." 

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p. 

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled. 

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities. 

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll. 

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth. 

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head. 

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die." 

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles. 

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence. 

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back. 

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell. 

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head. 

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed. 

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?" 

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!" 

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside. 

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later. 

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware. 

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner. 

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad. 

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school. 

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement. 

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream. 

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast. 

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows. 

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat." 

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled. 

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you." 

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger. 

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin. 

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back. 

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs. 

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him. 

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!"  You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away. 

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black. 

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life. 

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there. 

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt. 

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open. 

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs. 

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could. 

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where. 

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity. 

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip. 

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp. 

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up. 

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him. 

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you." 

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him. 

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually,  pulling away from the boy slightly. 

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face. 

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips. 

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince. 

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you. 

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot." 

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore." 

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?" 

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend. 

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home. 

"Let's get you a drink." 

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks. 

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself. 

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips. 

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort. 

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!" 

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised. 

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach. 

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober. 

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form. 

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building. 

"I don't want to go home." You pouted. 

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed. 

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you. 

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically. 

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled. 

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly. 

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back. 

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest. 

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake. 

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace. 

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak. 

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him. 

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again. 

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you" 

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies. 

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you." 

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you. 

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him. 

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together. 

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words. 

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside. 

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

Part 2

Masterlist

stranded | joel miller x f!reader

pairing: joel miller x afab!fem!reader

summary: you get stranded in the middle of a blizzard. joel comes to your rescue. you share a bed for warmth. things escalate from there...

warnings/tags: 18+ content, MDNI!, smutttttt yurrrr (vaginal fingering, unprotected piv sex, dubious consent, lil bit of somnophilia, joel is packinggg), no outbreak!joel, modern au, implied age gap, soft!joel, pet names (peach, baby, darlin', sweet girl, sweetheart), lil bit of joel being jelly, cuddling to keep the cold at bay, fluff, NO USE OF Y/N

word count: 7.6k (idk what the fuck happened)

“Fuck!” 

You press down hard on the gas pedal, grimacing when your engine revs but the car doesn’t move an inch.

Your tires skid uselessly over the snow and your headlights reflect into a white wall of nothing—the snowfall so thick you can’t see anything in front of or around you, as if you’re trapped in a snow globe. The road is practically gone from existence. 

Your wipers try their best. 

The only thing you can hear is the wind whistling and the staticky sound of Carrie Underwood’s ‘Jesus Take the Wheel’ going in and out on the radio.

Yeah, you wish he would right about now. 

“Fuuuck,” you whine again, eyes stinging with unshed tears. You hit your wheel in frustration, dropping your forehead onto the horn. It honks pityingly. 

Of course, the one time you were actually going out, you had forgotten to check the weather. 

You’re probably going to die out here on this back road through the woods. There’s no one around, not that you can tell, and you’re low on gas. You were going to fill up once you got out of the woods and back into civilization, but the blizzard had other plans.

Your stomach rumbles, crying out for the dinner you had skipped in hopes of having a hearty, post-sex meal with the hook-up you are—or were—on the way to see. Though, that’s certainly not happening, and the snacks you usually had stuffed into the glovebox are gone, your sister having stolen them last week after you dropped her off at school.

(Darn that growing goober!) 

You don’t have anything that might prove useful in this situation besides the long, slim heels on your pumps (which could be used in defense), and the thin peacoat wrapped around your shoulders. You check your phone to see if you can call emergency services, but of course, it has zero bars. 

“Shit, shit, shit,” you whimper, pressing the heel of your palm to your watering eyes. 

“It’s gonna be fine,” you say to yourself, picking your head up and rubbing away the tears in your eyes. You take deep breaths and put the car into park. “You’ll be fine.”

The sudden sound of a knock on your window startles you so bad you yelp, jumping in place as ice cold terror rises up your spine. 

You can hardly see who had knocked, only their gray silhouette in the white blizzard.

The stranger knocks again. 

“You alright in there?” The shadow asks, a hint of a Texan accent curling their vowels. Shit. It’s a man. 

You slowly grab your shoe from your foot, holding it so the heel faces the window, and snow blows into your face as you carefully roll it down an inch or two for precaution, because who knows if it’s a fucking cannibal-axe-murderer who preys on unsuspecting women stranded in the snow. Maybe he does this every year—maybe this is his prime harvesting place and time. 

Your eyes are wide as you peer through the opening warily, heel at the ready. 

He’s close enough now that you can make out a prominent scowl, hard brown eyes, salt and pepper hair…

…wait a minute. You’d recognize that glower anywhere.

“Joel?”

Your lungs suddenly remember how to work again, and you inhale on a shaky breath. The hand holding your shoe drops to your thigh in relief.

His brown eyes narrow. “Peach…? The hell are you doin’ out here?” He asks, and Jesus you forgot about that stupid nickname he gave you. It sends butterflies loose in your stomach. “It’s a goddamn blizzard.” 

You scowl in exasperation, though, at his obvious observation. “Yeah, I think I know that, Joel. What are you doing here?”

“I heard a honk, figured someone needed help.” He looks you up and down, his gaze lingering on the circles of mascara around your eyes. “Guess I’m right.”

You straighten in your seat, the surge of gratitude at his presence is overshadowed by the need to look self sufficient and capable, because you are. You’ve been paying your rent all on your own, buying your own groceries, making your own meals. You’re a grown ass woman! So…

“Actually, I don’t need your help, Joel. I meant to go into this snowbank,” you lie.

“Oh really?” He asks, dubious, immediately picking up on it. 

“Yes, and I'm going to get out of it. Just watch!" 

You’re making a fool of yourself, but at this point, you really don’t want to be rescued by him if only because of the bruise to your ego and definitely not because of other extenuating circumstances. You feel a boost of confidence when Joel actually steps back from the car when you start it up again, like he really believes you, but then when you shift the gear into reverse and try to make it out of the snow bank, nothing happens.

Joel steps up again, leans an arm on the frame of your car, and taps your window once more. “C’mon. Let’s go.” 

God, this is so embarrassing!

“Fine.” You roll up the window and turn off the car. Joel tugs the car door open as far as it can go and offers a gloved hand to help you out. You wobble a bit when you step out in your heels, grateful that Joel is there to steady you. Though, the feeling sours a bit when he huffs in disbelief at your shoes. 

You send him a glare, “I had plans for tonight, okay?”

“In the middle of a blizzard?” He deadpans.

“It wasn’t that bad when I first started driving.”

“Riiiight,” he drawls, “Well, I’m sorry to say, peach, but you ain’t driving in this mess anymore. You can stay with me tonight.” He says, closing the car door behind you. 

Stay? With him? 

“Joel, I couldn’t bother you with—“

“I wouldn’t offer if it was a bother.”

Joel’s as stubborn as a bull, more so than Ellie. And she is stubborn. You don’t argue, because it’s fruitless to argue with a brick wall like him. And, faced with freezing to death out here or staying in a well-insulated building, choosing the latter is obviously the right thing to do.

“Okay,” you relent and point to your trunk. “I have a bag back there.”

He raises a brow. “Heels and a bag…What kind of plans were we talkin’ about here?”

A hook up, Joel, you mentally drawl. Because…that’s exactly why you were out. 

Like hell you’ll tell Joel that, though, he’d disapprove. He’s always been the protective type. You’ve known him since your junior year in college, after your families practically merged. But you’ve never seen Joel as another dad. He’s always been…something else to you.

“A trip to Nunya.” You supply instead of the truth, crossing your arms over your chest to try and conserve some heat. 

“Nunya?” Joel’s brows furrow. 

“Yeah. Nunya business, Joel.” You give him a sardonic smile. 

He shakes his head and sends you a look you’re quite familiar with, the one that makes you feel inches smaller. And ten degrees hotter. 

Joel sighs in exasperation and wordlessly wrenches the trunk open. He slings your bag over his shoulder as if it weighs nothing.

(It weighs a lot. You’d know, you shoved five different erotica books in there, just in case your date failed to make you orgasm.)

(Though thinking about Joel probably would’ve been enough.) 

You lock your vehicle with a bemused glance. “What are we gonna do about my car?” 

“I’ll tow it out tomorrow,” Joel says. “Roads are a fuckin’ mess right now.”

You trudge behind Joel to his quaint cottage sleeping cozily between tall pine trees and chubby evergreens. The porch light is on, and the windows glow a comforting orange. Puffs of smoke drift up from the chimney. It looks warm and inviting, like straight out of a Christmas movie. 

You’re impressed at how close you managed to strand yourself to his house. Maybe Jesus really did take the wheel. 

Joel kicks the snow off his boots on his front porch, then opens the door, gesturing for you to enter first. 

When you breach the doorway with Joel at your heels, warmth settles over your cold-bitten cheeks along with an alluring aroma of meat and tomato and spices that hits you in a wave. You’ve never seen Joel cook anything other than Chef Boyardee Beefaroni, or burgers on Tommy’s rusting grill before. Could…someone else be here? 

“Joel,” you whisper, your hand landing on his arm. He sets your bag down in the foyer with a grunt and shrugs out of his coat. 

“What?”

You point to the kitchen. “Is someone here? Am I intruding?”

Joel glances at the kitchen then back at you with a confused expression that evens out into a self-satisfied smirk when he realizes what you’re asking.

“What, you think I’ve got a date over?” 

Embarrassment creeps through you. “Who else could be cooking!”

He looks offended, though there’s a twitch to his lip, as if he’s trying not to laugh. “I’m perfectly capable.”

“Joel,” you say, unimpressed.

“I'm alone, peach,” he reassures, hanging his coat up. “That’s my cookin’ you’re smellin’.”

Your eyes widen, genuine surprise written on your features, relief lingering behind it as you take your own coat off. “Is it edible though?” 

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

Joel starts toward the kitchen and you trail behind him. As you follow, you take in his aggressively Texan decor and furniture. Paintings of cowboys and horses and mountains are hung artfully on cozy, beige walls. The Eagles’ discography drifts merrily in the air from an old record player. There’s a guitar stationed in practically every corner. It’s all so very Joel, though the random space ornamentals and butterfly drawings sprinkled about are so very Ellie and Sarah. It makes you smile. 

“Where are the girls?” You ask, because usually those little stinkers would be stationed at the dining room table, bickering over the answer to a ridiculously difficult math problem.

“At Dina’s,” he answers, taking off his gloves. “They wanted to play in the snow.”

Oh. So you’re here alone with him. Anxiety prickles at the edges of your mind, sinking in your stomach.

“I guess I was the only one that didn’t know about the blizzard, then.” 

“You must be livin’ under a rock to not know about it.”

You grumble in protest, but your grievances disintegrate on your tongue as you enter the kitchen and near the simmering pot. You breathe in the aroma, the smell so powerful it's almost like you’re actually tasting it. 

You look over your shoulder at him. “Is this chili?”

He nods. “Want some?”

“Hell yes.”

He comes up beside you to open a cabinet. “Go ‘head make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll bring it out to you.” Your mouth dries at the sliver of skin that peeks out beneath his flannel as he reaches up.

You force yourself to turn around. “Wow. Such a gentleman, didn’t realize you were capable,” you say, your saccharine sweet tone doing well to mask how flustered you feel. You can breathe easier the second you exit the kitchen and enter the living room. 

His voice follows you. “A simple ‘thank you’ ‘stead'a this attitude would do you some good, y'know?"

"I know," you sing-song, grinning as you settle yourself down onto his couch, grabbing a blanket from a basket on the way. A fire crackles in the hearth and you study the flames with fascination as warmth spreads across your skin. You tug the blanket around you, pulling it up to your chin. 

Joel emerges a minute later and your gaze darts from the fire to the bowl he holds out to you. “Here.”

“Thank you, Joel,” you say emphatically, accepting the bowl and cradling it in your hands. 

He smiles, “There we go. Guess you do have some manners.”

You give him a half-bow. Joel just smiles in that familiar way, like you’re just so ridiculous he can’t believe it. It makes your stomach curl giddily. 

Having rolled up the sleeves of his flannel to his elbows, Joel’s forearms are on display, muscles flexing as he tosses another log into the hearth, and you drop your gaze to your chili, as to not get caught staring. He sits down in the armchair adjacent to you with his own bowl.

You blow on the steaming chili before taking a bite, an involuntary moan releasing from you the moment it hits your tongue—paprika, peppers, tomato, cumin. It warms your stomach pleasantly. Who knew Joel could cook so well?

“This is so good,” you mumble around your bite. 

He swallows his own chili down, pupils large as he watches you. “Edible enough for ya?”

You nod enthusiastically, “I’m sorry I ever doubted you.”

“Mmhmm,” he hums, unconvinced, but he’s smiling at you again, and you can’t help but return it. 

Comfortable silence lapses between the both of you as you eat your meals. Joel finishes first, of course, setting his bowl on the coffee table and leaning into his chair with a satisfied groan. He throws an arm over the back, spreading his legs. You watch him while he watches the fire, heat licking through you.

Eventually, after you slow down, you speak again.

“Thank you, Joel, seriously, for letting me stay.”

His eyes find yours and he nods. “‘Course, peach. Wouldn’t’ve let you freeze out there.” 

You nod and glance around, taking in his cabin. A large, stone fireplace is set in the wall, a tree trunk coffee table stationed in the center of the living room, some handmade wood carvings of horses and other animals scattered about. There’s a drawing of himself sitting on the mantel, “To: Joel, From: Ellie” signed at the bottom. Your heart swells. 

“It’s been awhile since I’ve been here,” you remark.

“I know,” Joel says. “You should come around more often. The girls miss you.”

Your smile turns shy and you feel a spike of bravery. “What about you? Do you miss me?” 

He takes a moment to answer, a veiny hand coming up to rub at his beard as he leans on the arm of the chair. Onyx eyes drag down your figure. “‘Course I do, darlin’” 

Heat pools hot and thick between your thighs at that look, and you’re about to press him about how much he really misses you when a buzzing in your pocket captures your attention. Your phone. Guess you have some bars now. 

marcus: where r u?

Oh right, the hookup!

you: blizzard blocked the roads. won’t make it tonight.

marcus: ok. 

You scoff at the lack of depth in his response. Not even a “stay safe out there”? Jesus. You settle into the couch with a frustrated sigh, head thumping against the cushions, eyes falling shut as exhaustion creeps into you. 

Boys always thinking with their dicks. Why do you even bother?

“What’s that about?” Joel asks. You peek an eye open at him. Firelight dances across his tan skin. He gestures to your phone. “That gotta do with the real reason for your trip tonight?” 

You rub your temple, “Yeah.”

He hums. "...Listen, I know it's none of my business but—“ 

"It was a hookup, Joel," you interrupt, already knowing where he was going with that. He tends to do that, beat around the bush so much until you’re desperate to just say it. More desperate than he was to know it. You’d rather just skip that whole process. 

"Oh,” his brows furrow.

"Yeah," you repeat dumbly, fiddling with the blanket.

"There, uh, ain't no shame in that, darlin'."

You quirk a skeptical brow, "I know."

"Alright," he mumbles, avoiding eye contact with you. Awkwardness settles between you.

"Things are just a bit dry," you supply, though you have no idea why you're still talking, or why you described yourself and the state of your love-life like that because Joel doesn't need to know that. Nobody needs to know that

But it captures his attention, because he's looking at you again, though this time annoyance is written on his features, along with something else you can’t name, his eyes practically black. Damnit, you knew he’d disapprove, even if he claims there’s no shame in it.

“And you went to some random boy for that?"

You straighten on the couch. "Who else am I supposed to go to, Joel? You?” Sarcasm drips from your words. 

What the hell is he implying?

His gaze jumps to the fire, the muscles in his jaw clenching, his fingers flexing on the arm of his chair. "Never mind I said anythin'."

Your arms cross defensively over your chest. "I don't need your judgment, Joel.”

"I ain't judgin'."

"Sure sounds like it."

He stands abruptly, running a hand through his peppered locks. "I'm not, I just—listen, it's gettin' late. You should sleep. I didn’t have time to get the girls’ room ready, do you want my bed?”

You shake your head, "Couch is perfectly fine, Joel. Thanks."

“You sure?”

“Yes, Joel. I’m a grown woman who can handle her decisions.” 

"I know that.” Frustration laces his words. He sighs, hand coming up to rest on his belt. “Just... let me know if you need anythin'."

“You got it.”

He turns the living room light off on the way to his bedroom down the hall. You don’t watch him leave. 

Once he's gone, you change into your pajamas and settle yourself on the couch beneath a blanket or two. The crackling of the fire and the howling wind outside lulls you to sleep faster than you expect. 

-----

“Fuck.”

The aggressive shivers that wrack your body are what wake you up in the middle of the night. 

Your blanket is wrapped tightly around you, but it’s a thin, furry thing. Nothing like the down comforter you have at home. The fire has also gone out in the hearth, low flames flickering in the ash.

You pull the blanket up to your chin, curling in on yourself as the cold permeates your skin. 

Aside from the chattering of your teeth and the squall outside, it’s eerily silent in the house. You realize, now, that the whooshes from the heating system you had grown accustomed to before are gone

Shit.

You reach for the lamp on the side table, pulling down on the chain. It doesn’t turn on.

“Shit.” 

You sit up, blanket wrapped around your waist. The power is out. The snow storm must’ve knocked out a power line. It’s too cold to stay out here with only your thin blanket and the clothes on your back. And Joel had said…

Let me know if you need anythin’.

You really don’t want to bother him, but the goose flesh rippling across your skin and the pathetic way your lips are quivering, along with the shudders that wrack your body as it attempts to maintain homeostasis are not something you can just sleep through.

You tightly wrap your blanket around your shoulders and tiptoe down the hall. You can see a warm light from Joel’s bedroom, the flicker of a flame on the cream walls.

You slowly push the door open but hesitate at the sight of Joel buried comfortably beneath his comforter. You don’t want to wake him… but his room is awfully toasty from the fire crackling away in his own hearth. And his bed looks absolutely heavenly. 

You steel yourself and pad to the side he sleeps on. 

“Joel?” You whisper. He doesn’t respond.

You lean over to gently push his shoulder. “Joel.”

“Mm—“ His brows furrow, and he scrunches further into the blankets, reminiscent of a cat curling its paws over its head when woken up.

You push his shoulder again, a bit harder this time. “Joel. Wake up.”

He swats at the air, as if your hand is a fly buzzing around his ear. “‘M awake,” he mumbles against the pillow. 

“Joel—the power went out. I’m freezing.”

He’s silent for a moment, eyes still shut. He’s no doubt rolling the words around in his head, trying to make sense of them through a sleepy haze.  

Then, when he does, he wordlessly scoots back and reaches for the comforter. He lifts it, offering the space next to him to you.

“C’mere.” 

You splutter, taken off guard by the invitation. “What? Joel—“

“‘M not askin’, peach. C’mere.” The last word leaves his lips like a command, and you straighten reflexively, apprehension holding your limbs hostage as want curls dangerously low in your abdomen at his tone of voice. That should be enough warning to not climb into bed with him.

You debate telling him to get his ass up and give you another blanket along with a couple more logs in the hearth so you can avoid any kind of proximity between you (lest you feel those capital-f Feelings), but you can practically feel the heat radiating from the bed and his body beckoning you in. 

Oh fuck it.

You let loose a shaky breath and hesitantly slip beneath the covers, facing away from him. You stay glued to the edge of the bed, careful not to let any part of you touch him. Your legs curl into your chest for extra measure. Immediately, it’s so much better. So warm. So comfortable.

And it smells like Joel.

You inhale the earthy and spicy scent of him that lingers on the linen as your head sinks into the soft pillow, but your inhale chokes off as Joel’s strong arm snakes around your waist beneath the comforter, his large hand burning like a brand when it settles hot over your stomach.

He pulls you into him, the sheets swishing as he tucks you into his body. Your back slots against his warm, broad naked chest. His bare legs intertwine with yours, his pelvis almost flush against your ass, only covered by a thin pair of briefs. 

Holy shit. 

You can feel everything. 

“Joel?” You question, voice quivering at the sudden closeness. “What are you doing?”

“Keepin’ you warm,” he mumbles against the nape of your neck. 

You do feel warmer, though it might not be entirely because he’s holding you, but rather because of how he’s holding you. He’s curled around you, like a koala around a tree, thighs bracketing yours. 

You can feel his beard scraping at the nape of your neck, breaths puffing against your feverish skin. 

His thumb is rubbing softly along the pudge of your tummy, palm branding your skin, his fingers dipping innocently beneath the hem of your shorts. 

You can barely breathe, or even think, heartbeat stuttering as arousal pools liquid hot and heavy between your legs. Every unknowing twitch from Joel’s fingers makes it worse. Every touch of his calloused fingertips against your skin is pure agony. Every brush of your ass against his pelvis has you throbbing. You stare wide-eyed into the darkness, gaze roaming the pitch black, as if something out there could make you forget about the ever-growing desire you feel for Joel. 

You can’t sleep like this.

It seems like Joel can though, appearing to already be deep in slumber. He hasn’t moved in a few minutes, his exhales even and slow against you. 

You try to ignore the wetness between your legs, ignore the instinctual urge to roll your hips back against him. You should just go to sleep. But this ache you feel, pounding and deep and relentless…You have to do something about it, even with Joel holding you close.

He won’t mind…right?

But how are you supposed to touch yourself with Joel’s hand in the way? 

You could just move it. That’s the right thing to do, but it feels too good, so hot and heavy on you that you just don’t want to, and as a result, an idea so absolutely fucked worms its way into your mind, lust and desperation destroying any last semblance of rational thought. You could…

No. No. You can’t do that. He’s a human fucking being, not a hand shaped vibrator. 

But… you really want to, and he’s asleep so…he won’t even know…right?

You make up your mind and slowly curl your fingers around Joel’s deadweight palm, biting your lip in concentration and shame as you carefully urge his hand further into your shorts. After each nudge of his palm, you wait to see if Joel gives you any sign of him being awake. But he’s dead asleep. After a moment, you keep going. 

This is so fucked, but you can’t bring yourself to care when you finally feel his thick fingers brush over your clothed folds.

“Shit,” you whisper, breathlessly, holding back a whimper. You manipulate his hand so that his palm is resting large and warm over your aching clit, while his index and middle finger are placed heavily above your heat. 

And then, you really say fuck you to your morals. 

You give an experimental thrust of your hips into his palm, shuddering at the contact against your clit. Then you wait to see if Joel reacts, your head tilting a bit to look over your shoulder. But Joel hasn’t moved, hasn’t said a word. Good.

Confident he won’t wake, you rock your hips again and again, holding onto his hand with your own, pressing it down with each thrust of your hips to get that sweet contact. The heel of his palm bumps your aching clit with each thrust, and you bite back moans and whimpers well enough, but you can’t hide the deepening of your breaths as you climb closer and closer to your climax.

Everything else fades away as you just focus on that one goal. On crawling over the edge. You hardly feel the growing smirk pressed to the back of your neck, or the way Joel’s cock is now hard against your ass as you grind against his palm.

“F-fuck,” you huff, eyes tightly shut as you ground yourself in his presence behind you, the beat of his heart thudding against your spine, the rise and fall of his chest, the light, unconscious brush of his lips on your neck. Closure is on the horizon as you imagine him lifting up on his arm and leaning over to actually get you off, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts his fingers into your aching cunt. 

“Joel—“ you quietly moan. 

The moment his name slips from your lips, his hand suddenly pulls back, and you let out a frustrated groan (he can’t do that!), which quickly turns into a squeak of mortification (oh yes, he absolutely can!).

Because Joel is awake. 

He. Is. Awake.

And he knows what you were doing, his chest rumbling against your spine as he—is he fucking laughing at you?

“Needy girl, aren’t you, peach?”

Mortification ignites in your cheeks, nausea pooling in your stomach. “Joel, oh my god, I’m so sorry—“

His hand gravitates to your thigh, curling around it. He pulls it up, inserting his knee in between your legs and he griiiinds it into your clothed cunt. Your desperate apology is cut off by a reflexive wanton moan, your back arching as pleasure reverberates inside you.

“‘S okay, baby, I understand. So fuckin’ desperate you had to use me while I was sleepin’, huh? Didn’t get what you wanted earlier so now you’re searchin’ for somethin’ else, hm?”

His large hand finds your waist again, sliding down your stomach to inch beneath both your shorts and your panties now. You gasp as his fingertips find your clit easily.

“I’m just a ‘lil offended I wasn’t your first choice,” he chides, fingers slipping through your soaking folds. “But I like this much better than you findin’ some boy to get you off. You need’a be fucked by a man, darlin’. Ain’t that right?” 

His words send heat straight to your core, thighs clenching around his knee as he ruts it against you while simultaneously stimulating your clit with his fingers.

“Yes, Joel,” you moan. “Need you.” 

His teeth scrape against your throat when he growls, “Goddamn right you do.”

You can’t believe this is happening.

Joel slides his hand further into your panties, his middle finger curling in to sink into your soaked cunt. You choke on a gasp. 

“Who’s the guy?” He asks, randomly, while his finger rocks into you.

You can’t think as Joel inserts his ring finger alongside the other, stretching you so deliciously. “W-what?”

“The boy you were gonna see tonight. Who is he?” 

Who was it? Mark? Matt? And why does he care? You don’t know, you don’t care, only thoughts of Joel Joel Joel consume your waking being. 

“I—I don’t know, Joel. Please, oh my god.” 

He hums pityingly. “Poor thing can't even remember his name.” His other hand comes up to slide through your hair, gripping the locks at the nape of your neck. He tugs, and you melt. “I’ll make sure you don’t forget mine.” 

He doesn’t need to worry about that.

Joel moves his thumb to circle your clit as he thrusts his thick, long fingers up and into you, curling them to hit that spot that has your heartbeat dropping between your thighs, desperate and loud and begging for release. 

“Hhhoh— Joel!” 

“Tha’s right, baby. So goddamn wet. You’ve been dealin’ with this for awhile now, huh?”

You nod into the pillow on a broken moan as his fingers withdraw and sink into you at a steady pace, his thumb circling and circling and circling.

“Words, baby.”

You cry out, hands gripping the pillow. “Yes, yes. Joel. Been wanting this f’so long.”

“Should’a come to me first. Would’a helped you out a long time ago,” he drawls.

Yes you absolutely should have, based on how quickly you’re approaching your orgasm.

Your cries are so loud, but you don’t care, focusing only on your pleasure and the feel of Joel’s mouth on your throat. 

You’re finally getting what you want. And fuck, is it amazing.

Your eyes roll back as it all builds up inside you, Joel’s hand unrelenting as he fucks you closer and closer to the edge.

You’re scorching, everything hot and intense, your stomach tightening, your legs stretching out as the pleasure builds and builds.

Fuck, you’re gonna cum—

It rips through you violently, eyes prickling with tears, your thighs clenching as your walls bare down repeatedly around Joel’s fingers, making him groan. 

“Good girl,” Joel murmurs, hand eventually inching out of you and your shorts to squeeze your thigh appreciatively as aftershocks run through you, thighs quaking and clit throbbing. “That’s what you needed, huh? S’it feel good, cummin’ all over my fingers?”

His fucking voice!

“Mhmm,” you hum in agreement, sinking into the sheets, eyes drooping shut as pleasure lulls you to sleep. 

He tsks, “Wake up, darlin’ I ain’t done with you yet.”

His beard scrapes against your neck as he moves to your ear.

“It’s my turn to use you.”

Your eyes shoot open. Fuck. 

Joel pulls your panties down your legs as far as he can, and you squirm to wriggle them off of you.

He pulls away for a moment, but when he’s back, the bare, hot, thick length of him is pressed between your ass cheeks, and a full body shudder runs through you.

Holy shit, he’s big.

He grips your thigh again, but this time he throws it over his own. And then you feel it, the slick head of his cock as he guides it through your folds.

Oh fuck.

“You okay, peach?” He asks, laying a gentle kiss on your shoulder. Now you have tears in your eyes for an entirely different reason. His hand slides across your waist and up beneath the hem of your shirt, palming your breast. Your nipples tighten. 

Your mouth feels dry and you swallow down a lump of lava. “Y-yes, Joel.”

“Good. Wanna give you all of me, how’s that sound, darlin’?”

You will take whatever, anything you can get from Joel.

“Good, Joel. Yes, please, oh my god.”  

“There are those manners.”

A desperate whine slips from your lips as he directs the head of his cock into you, slowly and carefully, his hand running up and down your thigh in comforting strokes. God, he’s stretching you so much, hot and thick and pulsing inside you. It’s almost painful, but it’s a welcome pain.

“Jesus, Joel,” you moan when he stops to let you breathe, “You’re so big.”

“I ain’t even halfway in yet, darlin’.”

“W-what?” How is that even possible? 

“You can take it.” He says, sliding in some more and fuck you don’t have much of a choice. but you can, and you will because he feels too fucking good, and you’re ready for him to make you feel it into next week.

“Is…is it all the way in yet?” You ask, thoroughly stretched and filled. 

“Almost, sweet girl,” he breathes. “Goddamn, you’re tight.”

That makes you clench down even more, and he releases a pained groan behind you. “Relax, darlin’, c’mon.”

You do your best and let yourself sink into the bed, taking deep breaths and concentrating on the crackling of the fire.

And then, he thrusts fully into you, filling you up completely, and your mind is right back to him, a soft cry slipping from your lips into the pillow.

 “There we go, tha’s it. Good job. Taking me so well,” he croons, stroking your side.

“F-fuck me, Joel, please move.”

He squeezes your ass in his large palm in retaliation to your command. “You use me, I use you, remember?”

But he listens anyway, likely desperate to move himself, because then he’s gripping your hip with a large hand and pulling back just to sheath himself fully into you once more, his cock head bumping against your cervix, and holy fucking shit.

“Joel!” You cry, and he leans over to kiss you, teeth biting at your plump lower lip as he thrusts into you again.

And again.

And again.

And again.

He rolls into you at a steady, bruising pace, and you’re practically boneless as you just take it. Cries and whimpers and moans spilling out of you like a gas leak as he mouths down your throat, sucking and biting and oh my god this is way better than just getting yourself off on his hand. 

Then Joel shifts, pushing at your side to press your stomach into the mattress. You whine as he pulls out of you to situate himself behind you. He grabs your hips with both hands and pulls them up and backwards, easing himself back into you until your ass meets his skin, then he rolls his hips, driving his cock deep from a brand new angle.

All you can do is sob into the pillow. 

He’s so fucking big, so fucking deep you can’t think of anything else besides him and his wonderful cock, or the filthy things he’s whispering into your shoulder blades.

His large hand plants itself on your spine, and your hands scramble for purchase on a pillow.

“Sweet girl, taking me so fuckin’ well,” he purrs. “You were desperate for this cock, huh? God, I wish you could see yourself. Split open on me like this. Your little boy toy wouldn’t be able to fuck you like this, ain’t that right?"

You shake your head. God, why did you even make that dick appointment in the first place?

You hadn’t even realized what being fucked by a “real man” meant until now.

Joel knows how to fucking deliver, you guess that’s why he’s so successful in his contracting business. He’s delivering you straight to that blessed release. 

You clench around the girth of him, the filthy sounds of your arousal echoing in his room along with the cracks and snaps from the fire burning steadily in the hearth.

If you couldn’t sleep before, you definitely will be able to after this because you’re mindless as he fucks you into oblivion.

“Joel, fuck—mmph—!” 

“Yeah, that’s right. Can’t say anythin’ but my name.”

His breathing has become more labored, desperate grunts escaping his lips as his cock twitches inside of you. He’s getting close, deep and gravely moans falling out of him as his thrusts become harder and more sporadic.

His hand sneaks around your front, spanning your entire stomach as he slides down to your soaking folds, his middle and ring finger finding that sensitive bundle of nerves and giving them a gentle tap before circling, using that same method from before that had you squirming.

You writhe on his length, legs falling out beneath you as your orgasm swells within you. 

“Please Joel,” you whimper into the pillow. 

“I’ve got you,” he promises. 

It’s there, filling your body, building and cresting and searing white-hot through your limbs. 

And then he thrusts a certain way, hitting that spot within you, and his fingers are circling and—

Yeah.

You fall boneless to the mattress as you come apart, your arousal coating Joel’s cock as he continues to fuck you through your release, stroking your spine. Pleasure floods through your body as the tension releases, and tears freely fall as you cry into the pillow.

Because goddamn it!

How can something feel so good? 

And then Joel’s pulling out of you and letting loose a long, satisfied moan as he comes all over your back, hot stripes painting you. 

He collapses next to you, groaning something about his back.

And you can’t help but laugh, delirious and soft, and Joel’s laughing too, brown eyes sparkling. His calloused hand comes up, runs his thumb along your jaw, and he’s smiling at you, soft and unlike anything you’ve ever seen before.

“You alright, peach?”

“Ohhh yeah,” you giggle, sighing with contentment.

You’re gonna be feeling this for days, just like you wanted.

Joel’s lips brush against your forehead gently, and you’re too tired to acknowledge it, slumber pulling you under far too quickly. You think you can feel the gentle swipe of a wet washcloth on your back before you pass out.

-----

“Fuck…”

The bed is empty when you wake, and a spike of anxiety shoots through you as you sit up. A fire still crackles in the hearth, a fresh log dropped in the ash. On the night stand is a note, beneath it, one of Joel’s t-shirts, your jeans, and a pair of your underwear. 

Mortification climbs through you as you read:

Peach,

My bathroom’s on the left if you’d like to shower. I hope you don’t mind, I went through your bag to get you some panties  underwear. Lot of books in there. You sure like to read.

Oh god, he found your erotica stack. The covers are not misleading, either, he definitely knows what kind of books they are. You force yourself to keep reading through the humiliation.

I’m out picking up Sarah and Ellie, I’ll be home soon. There’s pancakes on the counter. We’ll tow your car when I get back.

Also–about last night…we don’t have to talk about it, if you don’t want to. But, I want you to know that if you ever need something like that again, I’m here. And for anything else. I’m here. Always. 

See you soon. 

Warmth fills your body and you reread those last sentences over and over. 

Always. Does he really mean that? 

You check the alarm clock on his nightstand–it’s eleven fucking a.m. Holy shit, you haven’t slept that late in a long time. 

When you stand, an ache radiates through you, and memories of last night flit in your mind and along with them, a fresh new wave of arousal. You scramble for the shower.

You emerge fresh and clean twenty minutes later, smelling like Joel, having only his body wash and shampoo to use. Each inhale is practically torture, and the ache between your legs is just another reminder. Seeing yourself in his shirt makes it worse. You try and push it away.

You descend the steps, halting when you hear the sound of Ellie’s voice from the kitchen.

“And I was like, pew pew! And I got both of them out!”

Sarah’s scoff of disbelief follows. “Nuh-uh! You didn’t even hit me!”

You creep down the steps, smiling a bit at Ellie’s outcry of “Yes I fucking did!”, and then you hear it–Joel’s low laugh, the Texan drawl.

“You kiddos are gonna drive me crazy. Just eat your damn pancakes.”

“Why’d you make these in the first place? You don’t even like pancakes,” Sarah teases. 

“Uh…”

You decide you should probably help him out. “Hey girls.”

Three heads snap in your direction. The eyes of one skirting down your body, a blush creeping across his cheeks. The other two brighten in shock. 

“What are you doing here!” Ellie gasps. 

“We haven’t seen you in forever!” Sarah adds.

You enter the kitchen and come up behind them to pull them in for a hug, your arms hooking around their necks. You smush their cheeks against yours. Ellie grumbles, Sarah laughs.

“I know! I’ve missed you guys so much. I’m just super busy with being an adult and all that shit,” you say, letting them go so they can breathe. You round the island, grabbing a plate and stacking two pancakes on it.

“Well, stop being busy. We miss you,” Ellie says.

“If I could, I would.”

“Why are you wearing Dad’s shirt?” Sarah asks, eyes narrowing, a mischievous smile pulling at her lips.

“I–um–” the question catches you off guard, and you scramble for an excuse, eyes flicking to Joel desperately. He clears his throat and crosses his arms over his broad chest, now covered in yet another, dark flannel. How many does he own?

“Snowstorm stranded her here last night, and she didn’t have any clean clothes,” Joel says, definitively.

It’s not a lie at all, and yet, it feels like one.

Sarah and Ellie exchange a look that says, yeah fucking right. You shovel pancake into your mouth to try and cool down the blush in your cheeks. 

“Speakin’ of,” he continues, “I’ve got the tow dolly all hooked up so when you’re done, we can tow your car out.”

“Great. Thank you, Joel.”

His brown eyes flick between yours, his hand coming up to rest large and warm on your shoulder. “‘Course, sweetheart.” 

You finish your pancakes without any more embarrassing questions from the girls, thank God, and then you’re out in the snow wearing a pair of Joel’s boots stuffed with socks (they’re too big, but they’re better than heels) and bundled up in one of his coats, watching Joel tow your tiny car out of the snowbank.

It’s just as cold as yesterday, though the dreary sky has cleared into a baby blue, the sun bright and high above the clouds. The roads are clearer, the snow plows having come by not too long ago. 

You grimace as you hear your car groan and creak as Joel pulls it out of the snow, big puffs of it falling off the roof in clumps. Eventually, it’s on solid ground once more, and he tows it back toward his cabin. 

Back in the driveway, Joel hops out of his truck and double checks your car. He pats the roof of it when he deems it accetable. “All good to go, sweetheart.”

You sigh in relief, “Thank you so much Joel, seriously.”

He nods, though he looks…nervous for some reason. “‘Course, darlin’. Glad I could help.”

You don’t really want to leave, but you’ve bothered him long enough, so you stroll to the driver's side and go to open it, but suddenly Joel’s hand comes down to keep it closed. You look up at him confused. 

His expression is hard, serious as he looks down at you. “Do you regret last night?”

Well. You were not expecting that. You thought that, maybe, it would just remain undiscussed. A blip. Something you both shared, but never spoke of again. You know your answer, though.

 “No. I don’t.”

“Good,” he says, eyes dark, “me either.”

He opens the door for you, pauses for a second then shuts it, voice desperate. “I just need to say this, before you go.”

You nod, encouraging him to go on.

He takes a deep breath, rakes a hand through his graying locks. Pinches the bridge of his nose, and shuts his eyes tight. When he opens them again, there's a hard determination in them. Your pulse quickens, your legs turn to jelly.

“I like you, peach,” he says. “I understand if you don’t want to be with me because of the whole single father thing. And, also because I’m me. But I just thought I’d tell you how I felt, because,” he huffs out a laugh, shakes his head, “I’m thinkin’ you might like me, too.”

Your hands are shaking, and not because of the cold. Maybe you should buy a lottery ticket with how lucky you've been these past fifteen hours.

“I’ve liked you since the moment I met you, Joel," you confess. 

“Oh,” he says, breathless, and a smile pulls at his lips.

“Yeah,” you breathe, your own grin forming to match his. 

The breeze shakes the evergreens, drifting flakes of snow onto Joel’s graying hair. His nose is reddened by the biting cold, but his eyes are warm as he smiles down at you. 

“Not gonna lie to you sweetheart, I’m kind of glad you got stranded here.”

"Yeah, me too," you laugh, and then you pull him down to you, pressing your lips against his, smiling into the kiss.

This kiss is the exact opposite of the one he gave you last night. It’s careful, sweet, tentative. He reveres your mouth, rather than ravishes it. You’re both bundled in multiple layers, standing in the freezing cold rather than lying naked in a warm bed. 

And yet, it’s just as perfect, if not more.

Eventually Joel pulls back, hands heavy on your waist. He’s still grinning. His hands frame your face, his thumb running softly along your cheekbone. 

“Peach,” he says. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

this is what natasha would do 100%

♡ FUCK ME! OWN ME! — natasha romanoff x camgirl!reader

word count: 5758

summary: natasha completely ruins you ♡

warnings: 18+ | brat-tamer!natasha romanoff x bratty!camgirl reader, dubious consent (?), fingering (reader receiving), daddy kink, degradation, mean mean natasha, pussy slapping, face slapping, cum filled strap, spanking, face fucking, nipple stimulation (slightly ig), age gap (reader is 23 and natasha is 41)

note: I’m such a whore for brat tamer natasha, this idea has been bugging me for the past few days 😵‍💫 hope y’all enjoy! Ps ignore the mistakes 🏃🏽‍♀️

“I know this exciting but.. the only person I’ll be doing the meet up with is the most most highest tipper in this stream! the meet up will be next week and the lucky one who gets to meet up with me gets to do whatever they want with me along with that before the meet up, the winners get to have special video for them as per their request!” the moment you finished, the tips began flooding in and the smile on your cheeks became bigger as you watched the money go from hundreds to thousands, after idly watching the tips come in, the biggest tip you’ve ever received popped up ‘Bl4ckWid0w has donated 20,000 usd’ and your eyes lit up like a christmas tree “wow! thank you so much widow!! that’s a really huge amount, I’ll text you all the details privately” you smiled.

“And to those who didn’t win, it’s okay, if I ever do this again, you will have a chance! Bye-Bye!!”

You ended the live and went to Bl4ckWid0w’s profile, you looked at her account, she had been your long time subscriber and probably one of your biggest donators. You knew nothing about her yet there were times where both you had interacted whether it be her asking you to do something for her by giving you a tip or by texting you to ask your day was, as little it was, you liked it when she asked you about your day, although she didn’t share anything about her, you were accustomed to her presence in your live streams.

Opening the messages you gave her the details, the time she could choose that since next week you were free without anything to do, you anticipated her message but were disappointed when she just texted you to meet up at café that was located 30 minutes away from your place on 21st november at 6:00 pm. ‘What about the video request?’ you questioned her, watching the text bubbles appear and the text come in clear “I don’t need it.” “Oh okay” you replied back. You didn’t believe it, ‘rude.’ you thought people would die to have you make a special video for them but here she was denying it, you wondered what type of a person she was, considering she spoke kind of rude online.

Still you were waiting for 21st november to come by soon.

Natasha had been one of your long time subscribers, discovering you while scrolling mindlessly through a camgirl site, when she first saw you were so inexperienced that it hurt, it was clear to her that you were just another dumb bitch who did this for money, but something about you drew her into your streams everyday, she watched you grow into a somewhat popular and slightly experienced girl, who fucked herself dumb on her biggest dildo, a gift from Bl4ckWid0w, smiling at every tip that came your way.

After working at her well paying but quite stressful job as a forensics psychologist she would come home, eat her food before watching you whore yourself out for millions of people to see, she simply couldn’t help it when her own hand bought her pleasure from watching you.

One day after much consideration she had decided to be a full time tipper to your live streams and she knew that was that best decision she had made when you thanked her for the tip whilst you bounced up and down on the glass dildo, smiling like an idiot while the tears of pleasure slid down your eyes as you chased your high, she thought that it was the most beautiful sight she has ever witnessed.

Natasha smirked as she saw you reply to her message before lying down in bed, falling asleep to thoughts of the things she will be doing to you once she has you with her.

Time flies when you are having fun, soon enough the anticipated 21st november comes knocking at your door. You put on your make up and wore your dress, which was tight around your body, after all you were probably going to end up getting fucked by this woman. You decided to wear stockings and your heels, grabbing your keys you locked the house and got in your car.

After exact 30 minutes you reached your destination. Walking into the threshold, you looked around trying to find the infamous widow. “y/n?” a voice called out for you, you turned to the direction the voice came from and were met with sharp green eyes and features that looked like they were sculpted by the Greek gods themselves. “I’ve been waiting for you” she murmured taking you in fully, the tight fit dress that you wore and the way you looked at her so starstruck.

“Oh hey! I’m sorry if I was late.” you said looking at her, a soft smile on your face. “It’s completely fine, I forgot to put any way to identify me, my fault. My name is Natasha by the way.” “I’m y/n, but you already know that” you giggled awkwardly and Natasha smiled. “Anywho I got us a seat near there, come” she said. Natasha walked over to the seats and you followed her, nervousness slowly slipping into your belly.

The café had a nice ambience, it was comforting and the seat Natasha had reserved offered a nice view to the strangely peaceful beach that was laying outside. “Order whatever you want, I’ll be paying.” Natasha said not even bothering to look at you as she perused the menu. You felt kind of discarded, you thought the person you would be meeting, especially one of your highest tipper, if not the highest, they’d be talking to you non stop, treating you like some queen. Clearly your expectations were too high.

“So.. what do you do, I mean as in your job.” you asked trying to start a conversation. She looked at you “I am a forensics psychologist” you smiled “Oh! I am actually working on psychology degree, it’s so nice to see someone else interested in it, so what aspect of it do you like the most?” Natasha was quite surprised, maybe she wasn’t completely right about you, you didn’t strike her as the type to be, well… smart.

“I mostly took it because I’m extremely interested in studying the human brain and human behaviour. I also liked the crime aspect of it, I guess. I didn’t know you went to college.” Natasha kept her answer short, she didn’t want to reveal too much of her life to someone like you. After all you were nothing but a whore on the internet, you weren’t that interesting in real life, maybe the only good thing about you was your body. You couldn’t help but scowl at her comment, ‘okay so she was rude’ you thought. “Have you decided on what you wanted to order?” she asked still not looking at you.

“Nah not really, the menu is not as colourful as I thought it would be, I’ll just have whatever you’re having” you said dismissively, for a café with such a good ambience the menu really didn’t do it justice. Natasha raised her eyebrow but didn’t question before getting up and going to the counter to place their order.

You watched as the ordered food was placed in front of you “so fast?” you ask. Natasha shrugged “they have customers to serve” “anyways after this we can go to my apartment” she said sitting down. “oh I don’t wanna do that” you certainly weren’t expecting that, well you were but you didn’t really think about the other aspects of well doing a meet up and saying “the winner can do whatever want they want with me” wasn’t quite tasteful but also because Natasha seemed to not be interested in you as a person, she didn’t look at you when you spoke, she had undermined you slightly and just ordered you around to go to her apartment so she could fuck you. Seriously? how inconsiderate of her to not even ask YOU what you wanted to do.

Natasha looked up to see your frownl, she just snorted “Eat your food, it’s gonna get cold. We’ll talk about this outside.” she said. You looked at her ‘oh. my. god.’ you thought this woman couldn’t get anymore infuriating but here she was, finishing up her pasta quickly and waiting for you to finish, she was on her phone, of course why would she look at you, you internally scoffed.

You ate your food silently, occasionally stealing glances of Natasha. You couldn’t deny the fact that the woman was beautiful, so incredibly beautiful. But all of it was gone because she was such a bitch, it wasn’t even funny. You knew from her actions that she liked being in control, too bad for her you always stayed on top.

“I’m done” you said breaking the silence and Natasha just nodded. She motioned a waiter to the table, and took our her credit card “here you go” she said handing the black card to the man. “I don’t know if I want to yknow..” you trailed off. Natasha looked at you before snorting “according to your rules, you said I’d be able to do anything I want to do with you, y/n” your name left her mouth and it felt a like sin when you felt a soft thump in your chest, damn her and damn her hot voice. “I have a lot of things I want to try out, yknow, considering” she leaned closer you watched as her green eyes, fearing that if you looked longer into them, you’d be sucked into a never ending pool, that you didn’t want to be in. “how much you can take.” she finished, leaning back. The soft smile on her face contrasted with the look on her face, you truly felt like a deer caught in headlights right now.

The waiter came back with the receipt and card, Natasha stood up, expecting you to follow her and you did, like a lost puppy, all ready for her. Natasha couldn’t help but smirk, the uncertainty in your eyes, something that was so foreign to your face, usually she had only seen you fucked out and crying, and she couldn’t ward of the wave of excitement that coursed through her when she thought about how she would have you, just like that underneath her in a few moments.

The moment you reached the car, Natasha pulled you in for a kiss. It was so rough yet so sweet— you’d never been kissed like this before, it was a kiss so primal, full of need and urgency. You felt her push into your mouth, tracing every inch inside,a gasp left your mouth and you pushed her away so that you could breathe.

Natasha looked at you “how rude.” she said fixing the shirt that she wore. “Could’ve at least asked me my permission” you snarked back glaring at her while simultaneously trying to ignore the wetness that grew around your thighs. “I’m not some common whore, okay? I did this so I can show my appreciation, I’m not looking to be treated like a slut.” you continued, you hated the way she made you feel, you hated the way she made you wet with one kiss, she was so rough but her eyes were gentle, and you absolutely loathed when you heard her chuckle.

“I don’t think you’re in a position to demand me for anything” she leaned down “in my eyes, this “event” is nothing but you slutting yourself out for money, after all there is no reason for you to be acting like some puritan” her breath was hot on your face, you flinched when she got even more closer, fuck her and her tallness. You were practically cornered between her and the car “when I’ve seen you come apart in many ways, multiple times in front of millions of people no need to act coy baby, I’m curious to see how well you’ll take me. Now, be a good girl for me and get into my car, before I have to force you in.” she rasped out against your ear, giving it a bite before getting into the drivers seat.

Realising there was no way out of this situation, you decided it was better to get it over with, you’ll just fuck her and leave. Getting in the car, Natasha flashed a smile to you before driving.

Her house was nice, like really nice. It made sense to you how she was able to spend money on you like that, clearly there was no shortage of money when it came to Natasha.

Natasha came behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist, she wasted in no time in leaving kisses over your neck. You couldn’t help but whimper. “Wait” you said. “Hmm?” Natasha didn’t stop “I want to be on top” you said no stated. Natasha laughed, “I disagree.” she said “remember sweetheart, you have no right to demand anything. why don’t you stop being a pushover and shut up” Natasha grinned before turning you around. “Oh yea?” you sneered before grabbing her collar, slamming your mouth on to hers.

Natasha growled at the sound of the teeth meeting, she quickly pushed you on to the couch and grabbed your hands pinning them over your head. Her strength was immense, you mused, but continued in trying to take the lead. Both of you didn’t stop until you had to break away to catch your breath. Natasha grabbed your shirt and ripped it off of you, you look at her wide eyed “what the fuck!?” Natasha just looked at you as the answer was obvious. “You’re adorable, trying to take the lead, but it’s pathetic.” she said “you’re infuriating.” “Oh I can be so much more than just infuriating.” She laughed before leaning down to tug at your nipples, they were pierced and the metal just added more onto the sensation.

“F—uck” you breathed out, back arching slightly against her as Natasha’s tongue pressed flat against your left nipple while her thumbs rolled the other one. “N-no not like it, it’ll hurt” you whisper, when Natasha tugged at your nipple, the only semblance of response you got was her smirk. She pinched your nipple as hard as she could while her tongue licked and sucked on the other “AH! D-DONT do that” you yelled, but the pain was so delicious you helplessly rubbed your thighs together.

You couldn’t help but mewl, when she licked your breast again, her hand was now kneading them, her lips downing on your stomach, so close to your core. You felt helpless, completely. Natasha was much more stronger than you, she held your hands pinned with one arm while the other inched closer and closer to your gushing core. You felt the humiliation soak your panties, “fuck you.” you hissed when Natasha gave another pinch to your hardened nub. Natasha didn’t have smile on her face this time, it was so monotone, you watched as she let go of your arms. “Wanna see something” she asked so eerily out of character but maybe she was just giving you a chance. “Yes.”

“Come with me” Natasha walked upstairs and you half naked followed her upstairs, most probably to her bedroom. You’ll show her how much her cockiness will last, you were sure you’ll have her begging.

You entered her bedroom, impressive. The king sized bed the laid in the centre of the room, the velvety blankets looked so inviting, the curtains were closed but you could see the moon light shine through the gaps. There were two large wardrobes, she didn’t strike you as someone who owned a lot of clothes, your assumption was proven correct when Natasha opened the wardrobe to show you the vast collection of sex toys that were in there, you felt your breath hitch.

Natasha reached out into the wardrobe before pulling out a thick strap which probably double the length of your longest strap “I assume you have no problem with this?” she queried “no, in fact that’s exactly something I would like to use.” you said feeling yourself getting a confidence boost, but it didn’t last long when Natasha chuckled “oh baby, who told you will be the one doing the work? you’re so stupid” Natasha mocked you before practically stalking over to you.

“Kneel.” she demanded, when you shook your head and stood your ground, she slapped you. The slap echoed across the room and you were completely flabbergasted “I’ve had enough of your disgusting behaviour, you’re such a spoiled brat aren’t you?” she spat grabbing you forcefully before pushing you down on the ground “fuck you.” you glared at her, but Natasha only looked at you with a smug smile “Now you understand, what you signed up for?” when she received no answer, she sighed “No answer? well I guess I’ll just have to fuck it out of you.”

You watched her adjust her harness over before putting the strap on. You hated to admit the fact that you’re aroused, the wetness that was pooling down was simply humiliating and you knew the moment Natasha saw it she’d mock you to the point you’d rather just crawl into a hole and disappear.

“Open” she said, you were defiant, Natasha felt the anger slowly start simmering inside her. “I said open” you pretended you didn’t hear her, your gaze was on the floor” “Y/N, I won’t say this again, open up you slut” she grabbed your face harshly making you look up at her “make me.” you spat before you could even react another slap so much more harsher slap was delivered on your face, your whole face recoiled from the force of your slap and you couldn’t hold the tears that dripped down your cheek in pain but nor could you ignore how your cunt throbbed at the violent action.

“I don’t want to hurt you, but if you are going to make this difficult, I’m afraid I’ll have to continue doing this.” She cooed stroking your hair her voice was so sickeningly sweet, something that almost made you want to submit to her and you did.

The sound of your sniffle left your throat before you could even control it and the humiliation of crying in front of her made you sick. But obediently you opened your mouth wide and couldn’t help but feel proud when Natasha smiled and patted your head, a sincere action— the kind of action that made you want to do anything for her. Just so she could do smile like that at you again.

But her gentleness quickly disappeared as she shoved her cock, hitting your uvula. Natasha completely ignored your gagging, the way you choked around her length, all of this continued to add on to her pleasure and soon she sunk into the complete sensation, slamming the strap down into your throat, you could feel the tears slip out and the spit dribble down your chin. “F-uuck you should see yourself right now, I wish I could record this and show this to your fans, you would love that wouldn’t you slut? you would be fucking ruined at the fact that everyone will be able to see you getting fucked like this.” she moaned. You mumbled in disagreement but she just grabbed your hair before increasing her violent pace on your throat “Daddy’s gonna ruin you, yea? fuck you so good turn you into my little cock slut, I bet you’re so wet at that right now, aren’t you bitch?” she growled kicked slightly at your crotch and you cried out in pain and delightful pleasure.

“Shit! if your mouth is like this I wonder how the pussy will be like, I bet you’re gonna welcome it like a fucking whore, bet you get passed around by everyone” Natasha watched as you tried to disagree but could only babble on her dick. “FUCK fuck gonna cum, you better swallow it” she grabbed your hair tighter before pressing her front into your face and soon you felt the sweet liquid slide down your throat.

You absolutely loathed the fact that she was practically forcing you to submit, you had no problem in doing so but because it was Natasha, you didn’t want to. Natasha made you feel all types of things, angry, infuriated and most importantly small. You didn’t know why during the short time you have known her, she had clearly established that you were not person but an object to her and that you’d be below her no matter what, it was demeaning but what’s more demeaning was the fact when she called herself daddy, you couldn’t help but feel something snap inside of you. But you decided to have self control, if Natasha had treated you with some decency instead of manhandling you and forcing you maybe, just maybe you’d be willing to call her daddy, but right now you were not going to give her the satisfaction of you completely submitting to her.

Natasha pulled out of your mouth the strand of cum sticking against your lips, she inhaled sharply “you look even more pretty like this” you glared at her. “Still acting tough, I see. Guess you won’t be broken that easily, huh?” she said more to herself than to you. Natasha grabbed your arm roughly before dragging you and throwing you on to her bed ‘okay. that was hot.’ you wondered how much she worked out, considering how prominent her biceps were even against the fabric of her clothes, your pussy couldn’t help but drool as Natasha got her fingers on you.

“Contrary to how you feel, your pussy loves being treated like this” Natasha said her smile growing as she watched your hole twitch, clit standing at full attention, she pinched it slightly make you jolt up.

Natasha ran her fingers up and down your folds before dipping two fingers into you, a needy whine left your mouth and you thrust your hips out to her fingers. “Feels good doesn’t it?” Natasha husked out, adding two more of her fingers and thrusting deeper into you, the hot sensation of your pussy parting to let her in, so deliciously inviting.

She starting thrusting in to you, so fast and so hard, the moans began slipping out more and you were being plunged more into that sub space, “FUCKK right t-there!!!” you sobbed when Natasha hit a particular spot that made you see stars. The room was filled with the sound of Natasha’s occasional grunts, the sound of your squelching pussy and your moans. The coil in your stomach tightened, “yes. yes. YES!” you felt that pressure build, you were so ready. No vibrator or dildo made you feel like this, you couldn’t deny Natasha was an expert, she knew what to do and where to touch.

It was so so good. You were probably going to have the best orgasm of your life, you didn’t even care if it was Natasha bringing you over the edge, you wanted to reach that edge, you were so close, so close, so full of her fingers until you weren’t. You were hollow, empty, the pleasure was gone just like that. Natasha smiled as she watched your face contort into a dumb founded expression.

“Surely, you didn’t think I was gonna let you cum after what you did.” the tears of frustration glazed over your eyes, you were so close that it hurt. “Why?” you asked “Do you think you deserve to cum after acting like such a spoiled brat?” Natasha asked eyebrows raised, you looked at her like she had done something criminal. “Fuck you.” you hissed.

Natasha chuckled “you’re not making this any better for yourself, yknow? just say it, say it. you know you want to.” Natasha cupped your cunt feeling the wetness dribble down in between her fingers, “now I want to you to count, if you don’t I’ll just do until you’ll be begging me to stop, and even if you beg I won’t stop.” she didn’t even elaborate on what it meant.

The slap that landed on your pussy felt so much more different than the one that landed on your cheek. You whined, but didn’t count. You didn’t even realise when Natasha smiled it wasn’t because of the whine that slipped out your mouth, it was because she loved that you were challenging little thing. So cute you were trying so hard to be all tough but it won’t be long before you were begging for her to breed you like her bitch, all of them did one way or the other.

Another slap this one directly on the clit and you cried out the pleasure running through your veins and you could feel the knot tighten again. Still you didn’t count.

“Come on detka, how long will you deny yourself pleasure. Do you enjoy me slapping your dirty cunt like that?” She sneered as your body twitched against her fingers.

You looked at her but something broke inside you as your eyes met, she was staring at you so intently that it felt wrong, she wanted you to submit to her this bad. You felt your resolve slowly crumble when she reached out to pinch your cheek, the action made you feel little, your brain felt fuzzy at this point. You were sure you had soaked up the sheets and that Natasha had noticed your legs quivering.

Natasha looked at you like you were piece of meat, another slap landed against you and your whined in need “one!” Natasha smirked. Another one “two” you were sobbing openly “fast learner aren’t you” another one on your cunt again and another one, another one, another one, another one, another one and another one. You didn’t even know how many times it had been, you just wanted the release that Natasha was teasing you with. “Please.” you whispered. “Please what?” Natasha asked her own arousal slid down her thigh, you were finally breaking. “I wanna cum, please” this is what she wanted, right? “Come on, you know there’s more than that, go on use your big words, puppy.”

You whimpered with need trying to use puppy eyes on her hoping that was enough “That won’t work. Come on just say the word, say it.” Natasha was slowly winning in her own game, you were just over the edge of falling into her web, once you did, Natasha was close to turning you into your perfect doll. She stroked your pussy again and smiled as your tears slid down your face, lips quivering.

Something inside you completely broke, driven with your own lust. You bucked your hips against her finger “PLEASE, PLEASE DADDY LET ME CUM” you yelled, no sobbed. Hoping that it will be over.

“good.” Natasha watched as you came undone on her palm, she pressed it harshly onto your clit. The muscles loosened, you were nothing but a crying mess for her. You breathed through your mouth, slumping down, unknowingly into her arms.

Natasha smirked before pressing you down on the soft mattress, you looked at her she was still fully dressed while you were half naked, panties ruined with your own cum and your shirt ripped and disregarded somewhere downstairs.

“Spread your legs, pup” Natasha commanded she spat on her strap, the sight made you whimper. “You want this in you?” “yes” you nodded furiously.

“Yes what?” Natasha frowned, were you still going to act tough? “'lease daddy want your cock in me, please” you mewled grabbing Natasha’s hand placing them on your breasts. She smiled smugly before lining her cock against your entrance before fully thrusting you out, both you released sharp moans. “Fuck didn’t expect you to be this tight” Natasha growled when your cunt clenched around her, you let out a long whine “daddy!” as she started fucking into you, so roughly as if she’s taking her anger and frustration out on your cunt, you felt so disregarded, as if you were just cum dump for her, a flesh light she could shove her dick in whenever she pleased.

“m— m feels, sooo good” you moaned gripping the satin sheets. Natasha watched as you writhe underneath her, this was much better than what she imagined, your cunt was holding onto her cock like your life depended on it. “Daddy faster” you begged and “oh fuck aren’t you a good bitch for me” “you feel so good, daddy wants to be in you forever” Natasha moaned against your ear as the harness brushed against her clit.

Her hands wrapped around your throat, gripping it tight enough for you to lose your breathe, all of this just made you want more from her, you wanted her to treat you like her slut, “tell me, tell me what you want from me, y/n” she said squeezing your throat.

“mm” you blabber out, you sniffled the sensation of being dicked down was overwhelming. “too fucked out to speak?” “ngh— fuck me, ruin me please own me I’m yours, yours! daddy please!! wan have your babies ‘lease!” you wrapped your arms round her neck, “gon- cum hhhn” Natasha watched as your cried out against her, your cunt squeezing her so violently, “daddy’s pretty whore, aren’t you?” she grabbed your throat pushing you down on the bed pinning you between the mattress and her, her cock going in and out in such speed that made you drool.

The way Natasha treated you was unacceptable but she made you feel so wanted the way she ordered you around, grabbed you, fucked you- you fucking loved it, you loved it when she called your her little bitch, you wanted her to treat you like that even more.

“daddy come with me please” you whine out, Natasha looked at you, her perfect doll. She felt her own orgasm come over her feeling you press down on her “fuck, fuck fuck fuck!” Natasha came inside you and you too came undone for the second time your broken ‘thank you daddy’ were music to her ears.

Natasha looked down at you, you were pressed against her chest, tears still flowing out. “Let’s get you washed up” Natasha easily picked you up, carrying you to her bathroom.

Both of you were inside the warm tub, Natasha had washed your body since you were falling asleep. “y/n?” she asked you let out soft “hm” “get out and get dressed” she said. You looked at her confused “I need to drop you off at your house” she said as it was obvious.

“Wan stay with you, daddy” you whisper snuggling into her neck. She looked at you were you still in the sub space? “No get up or you’ll make daddy angry” your head shot up, the sleepiness going away when she said that “n—no I’m sorry” you apologised getting up and practically rushing out the bathroom, Natasha chuckled as she watched you scurry away, she had you wound around her finger so easily, it was amusing.

You went out the bathroom and you realised that Natasha had ruined your clothes. You decided to sit on the bed and wait for her to come out, while waiting for her to finish up, you kept dozing off.

“Why aren’t you dressed?” Natasha’s voice caught your attention “I-I don’t have any to wear” you whisper, slightly embarrassed. Natasha sighed before going to her closet, grabbing a pair of her shirt and pants she tossed them to you, “make it quick” you hurriedly put your clothes on and looked at her “come” she said and left the room.

Both you got out the house it was probably 1 am, you shivered at the cool air and walked closer to her, it was pathetic really how this woman had made you like this, but you liked her, you were sure of it.

Natasha got in the car and so did you “where do you live?” “it’s kinda far” you mumble hoping that it would make her not wanna drive and let you stay with her maybe you both could cuddle and fall asleep together, you wanted that.

“Tell me the directions” and with that she started driving, you told her the way to your house and she didn’t answer, just nodded. She didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk.

You shyly placed your hand over hers, admiring how big and warm they were compared to yours. Natasha seemed to notice but didn’t make a move to brush it off.

Just like that you fell asleep.

You were woken up by Natasha, “get up, puppy” she cooed stroking your hair. You squinted to look at Natasha who had a soft smile on her face “this is your house right?” she questioned “uh-huh” you mumble sleepily, rubbing your eyes.

You got out the car “thanks for dropping me off, Natasha” you said as you looked up at the woman “it was no problem, don’t forget to put some numbing cream on your thighs, I may have gripped them too hard” she said without a hint of shame. You flushed and meekly nodded. There was an awkward silence between the both of you, you decided to cut it by leaning up on your tip toes and pressing your lips against her, she was surprised but reciprocated nonetheless. Breaking the soft kiss you looked down “I really enjoyed tonight.. I hope we can do it again” you said barely above a whisper, you felt her palm on your cheek, stroking it affectionately, you nuzzled into her palm finding comfort in her warmth.

You found yourself be disappointed when she removed it and walked away, she got in the car and slid down the window “next week same time?” she asked and you smiled “okay” and with that she sped off, you stood on the sidewalk watching her disappear into the night. Turning around you walked inside your house, silently hoping that the days would pass on quickly so she could have you once again.

Sweet Child of Mine

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

Natasha Romanoff x Asgardian!Reader 

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

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

“Barton’s been compromised” 

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

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

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spencer reid x reader x derek morgan

cw 18+ oral (m receiving), daddy kink

“you look so pretty sucking daddy’s cock baby..” you purred, looking down at where spencer was sat on his knees, derek’s cock deep inside of his mouth.

“he does, doesn’t he?” derek spoke, his voice low and seductive, a groan falling from his lips as spencer whined around his cock at both of your praises.

spencer slowly started bobbing his head on morgans cock, his tongue running along the sensitive underside of dereks cock, causing derek to throw his head back an moan as spencer’s warm, wet mouth enveloped him.

you smiled as you watched the scene in front of you, before turning your head towards derek’s to catch his lips in a passionate kiss. you drank in his moans, eyes opening slightly to see spencer staring up at you, his pupils blown with lust.

you broke apart from derek, both of you looking down towards spencer, his eyes watering as he gagged slightly or derek’s length.

you laughed lightly as you looked lower, spencer’s cock standing up against his stomach, the now red tip leaking against him.

“look how much he enjoys choking on your cock.. such a slut.” you laughed sadistically.

“wanna choke some more baby?” derek asked. spencer nodded his head the best he could and whined lightly around derek’s cock, the vibration causing him to gasp and buck lightly into spencer’s warm mouth.

you watched as derek brought his hand down to tangle in spencer’s soft curls, and smiled as he pushed spencer’s head further down on his cock, before pulling him back up, so his mouth only wrapped around the tip.

spencer moaned louder, tears dripping down his cheeks as derek used him for his own pleasure, his own cock twitching and leaking more pre come against his stomach.

derek came with a shout, slamming spencer down on his cock so that he swallowed all of his hot release.

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