Green Flag: She Laughs At Her Own Jokes

green flag: she laughs at her own jokes

Rulers of The Multiverse - Wanda Maximoff x Reader Masterlist

Summary: Strange's faulty spell will cause a series of unexpected events, from your reunion with the love of your life in another world to the appearance of a child capable of traveling across the multiverse. This story follows the journey of a very tired Guardian alongside mischievous America Chavez and Scarlet Witch. | Minor spoilers of MOM.

Warnings: (+18), explicit language and sexual content, violence, a lot of magic, found family, mentions of abusive past and trauma, mind control, use of illicit substances, mostly top!reader, soulmates analogies. Chapters may contain additional warnings.

General Masterlist | AO3 | Wattpad

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No Way Home

Far From Home

Finding Home Again

An Uninvited God of Chaos and a World In Pieces.

The Witch World - Part I

The Witch World - Part II

The Socialists and the Jealous Witch

Old Friends, a Cube and a Tattoo

A Shattered Home

The Library of Alexandria - Part One

The Library of Alexandria - Part Two

A Bunch of Books and Dreams

The Star of David

Inevitable - Part One

Inevitable - Part Two

Oshtur's Blessing

The Guardian and The Scarlet Witch

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nattiesangel

6 months ago

HOOLLLYYYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK (quite literally)

chapter index:

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

I Can Fix Her (No Really I Can)

jackson!joel miller x younger fem!reader

summary: jackson's loud mouthed spoiled princess has suddenly gone quiet. what or who could be behind such miracle?

warnings: 18+ (minors dni), age gap (20s/50s), pwp, p. in v., oral (m. and f. receiving), brat taming, dacryphilia, pussy spanking, fingering, humiliation kink, dom!joel, sub!joel if u squint, soft!joel (look at that switch sandwhich fr), brat!reader (she's annoying and v mean, you've been warned), denial is a river so take this before the world mourns joel miller again

word count: 5,391 words

side note: new layout my citizens! will eventually update all of the blog but as for now, enjoy this one and the masterlist. quick thing, i just wanted to say that i had a very shitty week and for the life of me, can't find a way to make ttdik pt. 4 not oversaturated with angst bc i wish all men a very pleasant die or how to connect what i've written so far. note that this was kinda rushed; i feel confident of some parts and not the whole thing. just hoping it works for y'all! (based on this request)

Joel Miller isn't who he used to be before.

Life in Jackson has made him... soft. This version of him, tired of a life of killing and running, tainted with blood and regret. But he's now an uncle and a father. Well, used to be. Ever since Ellie had found out the truth and wanted nothing to do with him, he had somewhat become downright pathetic. Joel could be both Jackson's most useful man, even at his age, while also being their biggest wretch. Ah, yes: Joel Miller, the man who lived in the house down the street, alone and certainly worth the townsfolk's pity.

Maybe that's why you couldn't bother to be nice to him. In your eyes, a man like Joel just didn't deserve your time or respect.

But it wasn't personal, really. He happened to, unfortunately, be in charge of your patrol. That, in your eyes, made him your enemy: a person to be defied and picked apart. And the worst part is, in his current position, Joel just didn't have the energy to fight you back.

"You want me to cross that wearing this?" your protest comes in the form of a whiny pitch. "Ew, no. I'd rather be dead"

At least dead, you wouldn't be a bother. He rolls his eyes, rubbing his face tiredly. The rest of the group watches the interaction in silence, expressions pretty much the same.

"I promise 'cha, princess. Ya' wouldn't want that"

The nickname should irk you, but you let it pass. It is no news to anyone that you are indeed a princess: Jackson's resident little spoiled brat.

Sheltered from early starts of civilization's downfall, maybe your parents had done more bad than good trying to protect you and settling early on in Jackson. You had grown to be a pampered bitch who made Joel's patience wear thin. Of course, to keep him busy and distracted, Tommy had assigned you to Joel. And while he'd rather not spend his days on a house too big for a person, he too wasn't exactly excited about having to deal with you on your patrol shifts.

(If you could call them that. You did anything but patroling)

You cross your arms, petty. "I'm not moving unless you carry me"

Maybe your need to defy him also came, partly, because of this: the way he's looking at you right now, a quiet rage simmering in those big round brown eyes that remind you of a kicked puppy, but when they burn, they seem like a forest fire, old remnants of the hunter that had been tamed by domestic life and a broken relationship resurfacing.

It excites you.

All your life, people seemed to bend to your will-- a force of nature: to your cruel harsh icy wind. You kept Jackson down at their knees, but it wasn't kindness, rather your shoe up their throats what put them to your feet.

Yet, Joel... he could be a loser to you, but he was probably the only one you'd met to be insane enough to defy you. The only man who didn't succumb to your fluttering eyelashes, pink lips and princess manners. No, he ignored the way you looked at him and your constant begging for attention, leaving the job to those men who seemed to follow your every step, ready to be themselves a carpet for you to step in. He'd roll his eyes and walk past you like you were the most bland, boring and uninteresting thing in the world: not worth a second of his attention. Joel simply wouldn't entertain your spoiled attitude past replying to a few snarky comments.

And that revolted and aroused you in equal parts.

It's not like you could escape your obligation, but perhaps, the bigger reason you chose to not skip patrol like you used to before his arrival, is to see Joel Miller's sinking ships for eyes try to wash over your rebel flame.

"Be free to stay then" he replies, but you don't miss the way his grip on his rifle turns white. "I ain't carryin' no one"

"I can carry you" one of the guys from your group offers.

(You can't remember his name)

"Sure" you chuckle, victory smile dancing on your lips at the sight of him looking above his shoulder in a barely stolen glance, thinking you won't notice.

But you do.

Joel Miller fucking hates you.

After five decades alive, he simply can't stand the idea of breathing the same air as a spoiled little brat like you.

Joel's seen destruction, loss, hopelessness and blood up close, and the thought of you walking around like the world owes you a favor fills him with vitriol.

He's been alive for fifty-six years so he's simply just tired. Too tired to give a damn about your attitude, despite how you manage to press all his buttons every time you open your mouth.

He still remembers the first time he met you, how you laughed like people did before all civilization was destroyed. You walked with a confident strut, boots clicking against Jackson's streets, every step made with determination. Like you knew just where you were going.

He envied you, in a way. After Salt Lake City, he seemed to have lost his path, all in the name of love. Then, that warm feeling had turned cold and cruel like all things in this world ravaged by pain, and he felt even at more loss than the first time he experienced grief.

But you? You lived everyday with a dismissal so cold it seemed like nothing could hurt you.

He missed that part of him who just survived: hardened by the world around him.

But Jackson tamed him. Ellie made him soft.

And then you brought up that old dark part of him: the putrid black liquid that spewed through the cracks of his new character that made him loved by Jackson. The same one that made people fear one of Boston QZ's most brutal smugglers. It was that vicious anger, red on his vision like the ichor that would splatter on his clothes or cover his bruised knuckles.

He hated you for it.

But that was in the past, and Joel Miller simply didn't care.

Yet, you made him care. Outright forced him to.

In a way, it seemed like you enjoyed this: the banter of contained rage and practiced patience, dripping as a leak until it overflew. You'd shot your bratty remarks and petty complains until he'd turn around and see you. Then, you'd smile, like that's all you needed to feel better. Far superior. And he hated it. Knew your little game, and fed into it, even as he told himself he wouldn't. Like a drug: a destroying addiction.

Joel didn't understand why you took the time to enrage him, having even heard once when he was late for patrol (he overslept), how you talked bad about the, in your words, Lonely Pathetic Man From The House On The End Of The Road.

Joel Miller has been patient. God knows he has. But he isn't religious, and was never the type to let things pass by.

No. Joel Miller was born with impel, and no matter how many love he had to give, the world around him constantly reminded him of the power hidden behind the exertion over others, how alive he'd felt with the gift he'd been given by heaven.

He isn't patient. He isn't a fool. He isn't pathetic: and Joel Miller will take matters between his rugged hands.

Tommy had arched an eyebrow first, looking at just his and your name on the patrol schedule.

"What's going on?" he narrowed his eyes suspiciously at his brother.

"Found a cabin deep on the forest" curt, "I'ont need lot'a people to scavenge the place"

In the end, he agreed. Who didn't? You, obviously, the reason so many before him had gotten rid of their obligation of you. To flirt with you at the Tipsy Bison? Hell yeah. To have you in their patrol team? God, no.

"Where is everyone else?" you cross your arms above your chest, bracing yourself because of the weather. "Also, isn't this climate not patrol appropiate?"

Joel's not dumb, of course he knows that-- he can feel his aching joints shiver and bones creak because of the temperature. But he also knows he's sick of your shit.

"Ain't you little Ms. Know it all" he mocks, brushing past you, shoulders clashing with the same harsh force the icy breeze does to your face.

"And you're an asshole" you're quick to counter, "bringing us out here in the cold. If you wanted to kill me, you could've made it easier for both of us and done it way back in Jackson"

He rolls his eyes at your incessant bickering.

"Watch y'er mouth" is all he says, the brat hanging dangerously close to the tip of his tongue.

"I'd rather watch my step, thank you very much" you purse your plush pink lips, annoyed. "Have you seen the size of this roots? I will trip and break myself"

He chuckles at your hyperboles and the way you jump in a rather exaggerated manner, more in amusement than irritation.

"Don't think ya' can handle all'at?" Joel taunts. "Gon' break like a doll?"

Doll. It hangs in the air, like the snowflakes that fall into your hair and his eyebrows, the white fusing with his own.

"I'm strong" but it comes out weak.

"Don't seem like it" he's laughing at you again, a sharp annoyed edge to it. "With all that complainin' ya' do"

You huff, your incredulity condescing in the air.

"What's wrong with that?"

"With bein' annoyin'?" Joel quips.

"With voicing out my concerns"

He's walking ahead of you, yet you see his shoulders slump, like he does when he disagrees.

"Those ain't concerns, jus' moanin' and bitchin'"

It's still inside the fun banter you're carrying, harmless, but for some reason, it strikes you in the face.

"If you can't stand me so much, why don't you quit on me, like the others?"

You may seem cold, but there's that cut that always bleeds. Or it may be the need for something that blurs the line between you and those survivors out there who've outlived the worst a man can endure.

Like Joel.

You just can't help wanting it all.

Joel stops on his tracks at your words, response barely above a whisper:

"'Cause I ain't a quitter"

As if that could bring any sense into what had started the moment he layed eyes on you.

You finally reach your destiny in silence, the old cabin hanging by a thread.

"This looks like shit" you comment out loud.

Joel lets out a laugh, a deep rumbling sound coming out of his chest. For a reason, red dust makes it's way into your warm cheeks.

"No, doll. In this world, this ain't shit. It's decent"

You don't miss the way your breath hitches and heart skips a beat at the petname. He doesn't miss the way his tongue burns and his jeans squeeze at the sight of you: powerless.

God, Joel could go to hell for this. (But he'd probably be fine)

"Decent? You're one to talk" it spills out, your fear attacking the only way you know how when you're nervous.

Bite.

You hate feeling weak. You hate how your own game has turned on you.

It seems, Joel Miller isn't just a pathetic man but one who knows how to play.

(You knew this. But now, it's real, not the image you touch yourself to during nighttime, and it's equally both exciting and scary)

The red desire for hunger is there on his eyes. "What's that s'pposed to mean?"

You tilt your head, tone feigning innocence. "I think you know what I mean"

He paces around the room, like your floral scent is too suffocating and the cold isn't enough to shake the fire that burns inside him.

"Spit it" he dares, stopping midtrack. You remain silent, so he walks over to you, face so close, some spit lands in your face. "I said, spit it"

"I think you're pathetic, Joel Miller" yet, for some reason, your heart wavers. What were you even doing? Never had you doubted yourself once, sometimes even finding pleasure in the wicked cutthroat words you'd spew, but today, as his face stands dangerously close to you, his breath ghosting over your lips as his eyes roam over them and you count his wrinkles, it feels wrong.

"'S that what 'cha think, doll?" he chuckles, leaning forward. His lips barely brush against yours by mistake, yet it's enough to send shivers all over your body. "Wanna know what I think? I think you're da' real pathetic burden here. Fucken annoyin' and unuseful. All you know how ta' do is complain' and be a bitch"

"A bitch?" your voice is loud as your roar back, probably because it's coming into your face with the force of a train. But that's how truth feels, and it hurts like hell. "Did you just call me a bitch?"

He laughs, bitterly so, equally irritated as fascinated by how easy it's to see you crumble.

Joel made you out to be this unbreakable force, but at the end of the day, you're human, just like him.

"And y'called me pathetic, s' I guess we're even"

You look crazy: hair disheveled by the wind, chest going up and down and that same craze look on your eyes.

"Fuck you, Joel Miller" you seethe.

It's a simple comeback. No witty retort, no elaborated plot. Just four words, yet it's the way you said it, venomous, with such hostility, like his presence alone made you sick. Your skin crawl. Like the thought alone of being equals couldn't pass through your thick skull, and you had to get rid of just the concept; an ofense.

You pull back, realizing how truly close you were. You then march to the bedroom, slamming the door behind you.

With Joel, there's always a first when it comes to you.

(The first man to catch your attention. The first man to show lack of interest or amusement to your well-known tactics that worked every time. The first man to make your skin crawl like seeing yourself in the mirror. Like you would stare until your image would imprint on your brain, and you'd pick apart every small detail you don't like about you. That was Joel fucking Miller, rolling like thunder, ready to strike over your walls, like he knows where to hit to make you crumble, as if the façade you've built is as much in vain as the hate you carry even with the easy life that's been given to you)

He may be the first man to make you cry.

"Come here!" he shouts, roaring voice reverberating against the walls of the cabin. He swings the door of the bedroom open, finding your satisfied expression as you sit over the old worn out mattress, wiping your tears quickly with a harsh tug of your sweater, coat lying on the dirty floor.

"What?" you ask, as if you hadn't started the fight five seconds ago.

"Ya' think y' can shout and then leave like that?" he spits, "you fucken brat!"

A weird wild spark settles in the pit of your stomach.

"I can do whatever I want"

(The fire. It burns)

He scoffs at your childish response. "Not when y'er under my watch. Like it or not, y'r ma' damn responsability, kid"

Now it's your turn to sneer. "Don't call me that. I'm not a kid"

Of course you fucking weren't: he's got eyes. But goddamn, didn't you act like one all the time?

"Good" his voice adquires a weird tone to it, dropping. "Then strip"

It's like the air's been knocked out of your lungs.

You scoff. "Excuse me?"

"I know you ain't deaf" tone stern, "nor stupid. Are you?"

"Did you just call me stupid?" you raise your voice. Was he going to pull out every single insult from the book? Fair, you think, after you had told him to fuck off in the way you did.

(You were aware your words shoot to kill when you were mad. You had a lot of regrets about that)

"I asked 'cha if ya' were. If there's no answer, I s'ppose that's it"

"I'm not stupid" you counter.

"What?" he's asking you to say it again, like he hasn't heard you.

"You aren't deaf" you repeat his earlier words, eliciting a chuckle out of him.

The windows of the cabin rattle, the cold winter slipping inside the cracks. You shiver yet stand still, not wanting him to misinterpret your body language.

As if you'd ever surrender to him. As if.

"I'm sick of your bullshit" he seethes, "thinkin' ya' can make a clown outta me infront of everyone else, and then look at me like I'm sum piece of meat. Now it's your turn"

"My turn to what?" but this time, your voice wavers. You walk closer, eyelids fluttering.

His uneven breath condensces in the air with a shaky gelid exhale.

"Y'e don't know what you're gettin' into" he warns.

You smile at his barely contained temper. "I think I do"

Joel's body is completely surrounding yours in the bedroom. Before you register, he pulls you by your jaw with his hand.

"Still thinkin' that?" he mocks, thumb pulling your bottom lip down, forcing your mouth open. "Answer me"

But he's pressing his finger on your tongue. You feel yourself starting to drool.

"Ya' really want 'tis, don't 'cha?" his eyes darken, "droolin' like a fucken cockstarved slut. Now strip" his grip tightens, "I won't ask again"

Your body shivers, but no longer because of the temperature drop. A treacherous jolt runs in between your legs at the very first instance of someone putting you in your place. It feels too good to backtrack, but the last remaining drops of sanity plead you to quit.

"Joel" you say his name like a prayer, and he thinks he'd like to see you beg. "I was fucking around-"

"Don't make me repeat myself"

You sit on the edge of the bed, getting rid of your clothes. It's like your mind has stopped working and your body belongs to someone else.

But you want this. Fuck, you had begged for this: sharpening your knife to make your words cut deeper with him until the bleeding was too big to ignore.

You wanted this. Craved it. Needed to satisfy whatever foreign feeling you'd now attribute to your rebellious and spoiled nature.

(You had never been denied anything, and even now, Joel knows this, but can't help and too give in)

"Not so loud now, are we?" he jests, "but 's worth the view, lettin' 'cha run your spoiled tongue off"

He hums with approval at the sight of your body, your pliant energy making his hard cock twitch in his pants.

"You like what you see, Joel?" you ask softly, despite your resistence.

He groans at that, calloused digits grazing the soft skin of your virgin collarbones.

"I do, princess" he answers, lifiting your chin up. "I'll show ya'"

He takes your hand into his bigger one, moving it right onto the spot between his legs.

"You've been bad, little spoiled brat" Joel's voice rasps as your thighs rub together. Y'er lucky I like that"

He pats your cheek. "Wanna make it up to me?" you eagerly nod, desperate for Joel's approval. You hate not having the upper hand, and a part of you thinks you'd get it back if you behave well. "Good girl. Now sit"

He sits next to you, patting his thick thighs. You salivate just at the thought, moving your body over his denim clad lap. "Right'ere"

"Look at 'cha" he parts your legs, a hoarse tks falling from his lips. Joel chuckles at the wet mess that's created. "So fucken wet and I ain't even touched yet"

You feel his rough digits ghost over your dripping cunt, just as his lips had done minutes ago. The teasing sets you on edge, thrill coarsing through your veins. Without warning, his big palm slaps against your cunt, and you feel yourself soaking your folds like you had never ever before.

"Fucken dirty whore. You ain't no princess, gettin' wet to 'tis" he mocks, "what would daddy say"

"Shut up" you sneer, but your body is full of hormones and treason.

"Not when I'm above 'cha, darlin'. Wouldn't wanna piss me off when I'm the one who decides if 'tis pretty pussy comes or not"

"What makes you think I'll take shit from you?" but it comes out as a whimper. Smack. A jolt runs straight from your pussy, stinging from the contact. "Didn't take it when we where in patrol, why should I do now?"

He laughs, darkly. It's haunting.

"'Cause you want 'tis. And I know you'll be a good girl for me to get it"

You feel yourself dizzy, head spinning as you land on the floor.

"Let's see if I get 'cha to shut up if that dirty bratty mouth of y'rs is stuffed full of ma' cock"

He pulls down his worn-out jeans, getting rid of his belt on a harsh pull. The clinking sound makes you rub your thighs together in a new found anticipation, instead of taking the time to run away from this, whatever the hell this is.

No. He's right.

You want this as much as he does.

(Isn't that the scariest part?)

"Ya' like what 'cha see, y/n?" he's smart to use your same words back, but it's the way he's said your name, like he was always meant to say it, or the angry throbb of his cock, what makes you drool at the red furious tip, dripping with rage and need.

"I think it's your dick who's more excited than me" you taunt, tracing the inner soft skin of his thick thighs. "Practically begging for me to lick it"

His adam's apple bobs.

"Tell me, Joel, when was the last time someone made this pretty big cock feel good?"

"Enough" his fingers grab your hair, pulling you harshly until he drags your mouth onto his cock. "I'm tired of y'er bullshit"

You aren't a stranger, he thinks, with the way you kiss his tip, tongue making a wet circle through the head of his cock. You take him into your mouth, pulling out in a second.

"W-what you do that for?" he asks, breathing rapidly. Strained voice.

You smirk.

"To watch you"

To watch how his eyes had closed as soon as your breath ghosted over his leaking cock, how he threw his head back and gripped the sheets viciously at just your shameless lazy circling. Joel Miller could be in charge, but God, wasn't he touch-starved?

(And for a reason, that was so fucking hot. And, in a way, adorable)

"J-just 'cause I'm-" he cuts himself off, probably out of need or out of embarrassment. "You're not in charge, so don't fuck around with your chances, slut. Imma show you y'r place real quick"

His grip tightens in your hair, forcing himself back into your mouth. Joel was punishing, with the way he's pushing your head down until it was at the base of his cock. You gagged for a moment, eyes closing at the weight of his thick girth on your tongue.

"Takin' it like a champ, princess. Usin' that mouth of y'rs for good" and then, with a softer tone he adds, "like ya're made for me"

You moan around him as he starts fucking into your mouth, pulling you off quickly, saliva slipping out of your mouth as you gasp for air.

"Joel" you whine his name, legs pressing together in order to get any friction.

"Now you beggin'? 'S gonna take more than jus' that, doll" he taunts, but there's a certain wicked softness to the way he traces your cheek as you scramble an attempt. "Try harder, princess"

"I'm sorry, Joel-"

He moves his head, clearly dissatisfied.

"Not Joel. Ya' call me sir when I fuck you"

A mewl escapes your lips.

"Sir" comes out like a faithless prayer, begging to be heard. "I'll do anything, sir, please, touch me"

"Al'ight, but still, it ain't 'nough"

Oh.

The hot tears in the corner of your eyes shouldn't arouse him this much, but the watery promise makes his cock twitch.

"I-I'll do anything, I swear" you beg, the salty tears stream down your cheeks in cascades. "It hurts, Jo-" you whine, "sir, please. Just fuck me goddamit!"

Your once poised voice, now reduced to a whimpering begging mess. Your red rimmed eyes, beginning to puff. It's the way a gloss seems to coat over them, making you look like a doe-eyed deer and not the brat who challenged his every decision and word.

Fuck, isn't he aroused.

"Lookin' so pretty when you cry" he smiles, but instead of wiping the tears, it's his tongue that licks them off your face. "You beggin' that bad to take my cock"

You nod, eagerly so.

"Please, Jo- Just, please. D-don't make me beg" your face feels hot and wet again, "I-I can't take it anymore. Just fucking give it to me!"

"Easy, baby. Can't understand a thing you sayin'" Joel teases. "Where your manners at, besides?"

"Please, sir" he gently pulls you up, humming in satisfaction.

"Goin' crazy over my cock, baby? Y'sure have a nerve to call one pathetic if you gon' act like this, you little brat"

But he is the one moaning when his lips cature your mouth with a fierce impulse, like he wants to devour you whole and swallow your vocals, as to never speak up again.

(But then, he wouldn't hear his name on your sweet albeit snotty voice, and that's a privilege he can't forbid himself from, no matter how annoying you can get sometimes)

"Please" you whisper one last time. He wipes a stray tear with his rough thumb. "I'm yours"

"See, baby? It ain't that hard to shut that mouth of y'rs"

He guides you to the old bed while renewing the kiss, tongues now engaged on a battle for dominance, like even without using your words you'd still need to assert your power over the other. You moan into his mouth when your body slams against the mattress and Joel lands on top, his weight sinking you in the old bed, that creaks.

"I just want to be a good girl for you" you whimper.

"You sure of that? Not gon' be a brat?" and despite his harsh tone that seems to humiliate you, his wandering fingers are gentle with each touch, like if he were to put any more force, you'd break. Joel thinks it's not necessary with you: just with you begging for his cock, he's broken you.

"No, sir" and then you whimper as his mouth dives to the collarbones you had taunted him with before. Joel takes his time, inhaling the musk and savoring the sweet of your skin. Needy whines leave your lips, and he's having the time of his life seeing you surrender so easily, like you had no idea what limits to push, where they'd take you and how you'd pay for that.

"C-Can I touch you?" you whisper, hands itching to tangle on his grey parted hair. He chuckles at the eagerness and tenderness you don't seem aware of.

"S' you can be sweet if ya' want to, huh?" he leaves a fluttering kiss to your chin. "Needy and desperate too. Do ya' want to touch, princess? Remember to use y'r words"

"Yes, sir. I-I want to touch you"

"Thought I disgusted you, hmm? I take you've learnt y'r lesson now?"

"Yes, I've learned. Please, sir, won't do it again" you plead.

"I'll allow ya' to touch, doll" he gives you a smirk, "but 'ts all you get for now"

He lets your hands cling to his coat, taking it off. Then, you proceed to his buttoned shirt, fingers flidding with buttons until you grown annoyed and desperate, pulling the fabric over his head with need.

"Look at 'cha" but there's only adoration, proven so when he starts to kiss the trail of soft skin that goes from your neck to your stomach, making you squirm. "Easy, baby. 'M gettin' down there"

He finally reaches your core, kissing the inner side of your thighs with wet and sloppy lips. His hot breath tingles over your clit, and a beat later, his mouth presses into your cunt, your back arching at the cold contact of his chapped lips against the humid hot of your folds.

You muffle a moan, embarrassed at the whole situation.

"Ain't need to worry 'bout nothin', doll. Nobody can hear us" he grins, tongue flicking your clit. "Wanna listen to your pretty whimpers as I make 'cha feel good"

You cry out of pleasure, the sound escaping past your lips. Joel has a laugh.

"Good girl"

Joel rewards you with another series of minstrations on your bud, licks made with determination only the expert man knows of. He then slides one finger into you, slowly moving it in and out of your soaked trembling heat.

"M-more" you beg, eager to get more fingers inside you. "Please, more, sir"

You buck your hips to try to get closer to him, meeting his thrusts.

Joel tuts, "What're you doin', spoiled brat? Did I tell ya' to move? You were doing such'a great job... guess I gotta punish you-"

"No!" you shout. "Do anything you want, but touch me, please- touch me!"

He introduces a second finger, raising his brow at the immediate way you clench around him. Joel curls them, robbing another moan out of you.

"Feels good?" you can't answer, as a hard thrust robs another moan from you. "But I'ont want 'cha to think we done, princess. Think I'd let you come, jus' like that? After all's happened?"

"Need you" you tug him closer with your arms holding onto his. "Joel, sir- please"

"Oh, princess" he smirks, "I think you don't know what you askin' for"

Joel grabs his hand around his length, coating the tip in your slicky juices, and then, he presses his length into you in one thrust.

"You're big-" you pant as he gives you time to adjust to his size. Joel then picks up an unrelenting pace that makes moans spill out of you like a fountain, the pace of his thrusts sending you closer and closer to the edge.

"N-need to-"

"Don't" he seethes. "Ya' won't 'till I tell ya' can"

All you could do is moan, helplessly pinned between his body and the bed. Your whole body shakes in an effort to contain as his hips loose their rhythm, his groans louder as he gets closer and closer to the edge.

"Al'ight. 'Cause you've been good" his cock drives through your walls with rhythmic melodies. "Cum, princess, but when ya' do, look at me"

You're seeing stars the moment your toes curl and his head falls to clash against your forehead.

(The beads of sweat roll down out of him like trails to follow, and his scarred rugged skin doesn't compare to your soft one, painted with the maroon of his bites and kissing at the skin of your collarbone. The dried up trails of tears. Your begging and desperate voice. His name on your lips)

It only takes a few more thrusts before he spills in you, cock twitching until every last drop of thick hot white cum is pumped into you.

Joel then pulls out gently, pressing a kiss to your forehead before flopping onto you, the mattress dipping even further. With his hand, he removes a stray strand of damp hair, putting it behind you ear with such tender kindness, your heart strings pull.

"In fact, I want ya' to look at me next time y'even think 'bout defying me. See if that mouth of y'ers can talk after 'tis"

A week later, you're back at patrolling.

"Anyone got anythin' to say?"

The group looks at you. You're about to open your mouth, but Joel cocks an eyebrow.

Just like that, and you're gone. Great job, y/n.

"Whatever" you sound meek as you push past him, yet he catches a glimpse of your warm cheeks. "Let's go"

The rest are too stunned to speak, the silence only cut off by Miller's laugh.

"Would 'cha look at that?" he whistles. "Ain't nobody tell ya' miracles don't happen anymore on this goddamn world!"

credits: divider @kodaswrld / gif @chappellsroans

Hers. | w. maximoff

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

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

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

masterlist.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nat pursed her lips and gulped. "No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Sounds like a fair deal to me."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nattiesangel

1 year ago

Behind Closed Doors Pt. 2

Summary: Reader and Spencer get caught having sex in the storage closet, in possibly the most embarrassing way possible.

A/N: This is a requested Part 2 to my other fic by the same name, "Behind Closed Doors" . For the full experience, read them back to back!

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut

Content Warning: Reader POV, drinking/drinking games, rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, semi-public sex, tipsy sex (if you squint), exhibitionism (kind of)

Word Count: 2.9k

The storage closet at the BAU had become somewhat of an unlikely sanctuary for Spencer and I.

I didn’t realize how much I’d end liking it, especially since my boyfriend and I had always managed just fine with no PDA at work for long periods of time, but once I got a taste of it- I was fucking addicted.

Maybe it was the thrill of knowing we could be caught at any moment, or the idea of someone hearing my moans through the thin door of the small space, begging Spencer for more and more until I was practically sobbing.

Or maybe it was that Spencer seemed to lose all control when we were in the closet, any and all previous inhibitions and protests leaving him as soon as we closed the door, his hands immediately sneaking under my shirt, cupping my bra and removing it, touching me in any way fathomable. His lips would make their way down my neck, teasing me until I was needy and desperate, and then he’d let loose, fucking me like we’d never get the chance to do this again.

All in all, the closet was definitely a wonderful addition to the places we’d had sex in.

When Spencer and I had arrived at the bar for drinks after our most recent case, we weren’t really expecting too much from the night. It was meant to be celebratory, to commence a job well done from the entire team and while nights like this could get rowdy, Spencer and I had already planned to leave earlier into the night than usual to spend some time with just each other. (And to just have loads of sex, truthfully).

Spencer had his hand in mine as we entered, spotting our team in the back in a little booth, already seeming to have gotten started on their drinks for that night. They smiled and waved us over and we approached them. Spencer let me slide in first, while he scooted in next to me, our thighs touching due to the small and intimate setting of the booth. It didn’t bother him, and he let his hand let go of mine before placing it on my thigh. It was comforting, as if a way to subtly tether us to each other even while we were in front of the team.

We all exchanged hellos and pleasantries before Derek pushed two shots towards us.

“Drink up.” He said, with a smirk. “For being late.” He added.

I rolled my eyes playfully, before grabbing the drink and tipping my head back and taking it. The familiar burn of tequila hit the back of my throat, and I made a face.

“Eugh. Tequila? Seriously, Derek?” I said, scrunching up my face and placing the shot glass down, watching as Spencer mimicked my actions, having a similar reaction, albeit less pronounced than mine.

“Come on, pretty girl.” Derek said, winking. “Live a little. Plus, we all did them before you were here, so it’s only fair.”

I laughed a little, already feeling a little tipsy and nodded. “Fine. Fine.” I said. “I’m not leaving here without at least one Cosmo in me though.”

After a trip to the bar and a few drinks, conversation became lively, and jokes were exchanged freely. Everyone had loosened up quite a considerable amount, including Hotch, who was known for a much more stoic appearance at these things.

It was JJ who eventually suggested we all take part in a drinking game, a habit from her teenage years emerging, when the options for entertainment in her small town were limited between drinking or visiting a local grocery store. If there was anyone skilled at turning a seemingly mundane situation into a lively one, it was her.

“Ooh!” Penelope said, clearly enticed by the idea. “What do you propose we do?” She said, clasping her hands excitedly together and laughing.

“How about Never Have I Ever?” JJ suggests, smirking. I internally groaned. Never Have I Ever was fun, but when it turned sexual it was always a bit awkward for Spencer and I specifically. Whereas the married members of our team had the luxury of not having their partners there when risque questions were asked, Spencer and I would awkwardly put down both our fingers at the same time, watching as our team put two and two together and realize we’d actually done that thing together. It was all in good fun and it didn’t bother me or him that much. We were a couple. Of course we had sex- but still. Having everyone at the table know that the man who was the cause for all my put-down fingers and empty shot glasses was actually right next to me always proved to make some interesting situations for the two of us.

Still, we agreed good naturedly and smiled, as noises of approval spread among the table, everyone seemingly on board with the idea.

JJ looked happy, opting to ask the first question, since it was her suggestion in the first place.

“Okay, okay.” JJ says, excitedly. “Never have I ever.. slept with a coworker.” She flashed a mischievous smile, her eyes seemingly drifting towards our side of the table.

Spencer and I immediately groaned and the table erupted in laughter.

“Sorry, sorry.” JJ said, putting her hands up in playful defense. “You know I had to. It’s practically tradition at this point when we play."

Spencer and I clinked our respective drinks with a small smile exchanged between the two of us, letting the bitter and burning liquid plague our throats. Penelope took a shot as well, since she had been with Kevin. We all argued for a bit that technically JJ’s relationship hinged on the fact that she’d met her husband working on a case. It was eventually decided that since Will never worked at the BAU specifically, JJ was void from putting a finger down. Even then, JJ wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to drink and took a shot anyway, and grinned. “Onto the next person.” She said, raising her shot glass to the person on her right.

Derek beamed brightly, being the next person in succession to ask a question. “Alright, my turn.” Derek pauses. “Never have I ever had a threesome.” He says, confidently.

Emily smiled, sipping from her glass. “That’s me.” She said, tipping her head back and seemingly having no reaction.

“Really Prentiss?” Derek said, smirking a bit. “How was he?”

“Who said there was a ‘he’ at all?” Prentiss fired back, with a smirk and Derek nodded, raising his eyebrows and nodding. “Damn.”

“Damn indeed.” Prentiss said, laughing a bit. “My turn. Erm. Never have I ever had sex in public.”

Spencer and I glanced at each other, hesitated, before lifting up our drinks to our lips simultaneously. The entire team’s eyes widened, watching us.

“Hold on- what?” Penelope said, leaning over. “No way! You two are so.. proper!” She exclaimed, in disbelief. “Where would you even..?” She says, trailing off, trying to figure out how she could reason this in her mind.

“Hey, I don’t kiss and tell.” I say with a smirk. Spencer let his hand snake around my waist, away from the eyes of our incredulous coworkers.

Derek laughs a little. “Well, at least we can be sure you two aren't the closet couple.” Derek remarks, and the team laughs. "That isn't something you'd ever do."

“Closet couple?” Spencer says, and even if he’s trying to hide it, I could sense the edge in his voice.

“You know!" Penelope said, excitedly. “Nobody knows who they are- but there’s this couple who keeps sneaking into the storage closet off the hallways to have sex.”

Prentiss interrupts. “I’m telling you, it’s that guy and girl downstairs in Records.” She says, nodding with absolute certainty. “All alone in that basement all day? I’d want sex that makes me scream like that too.”

I heard the words and could feel my cheeks immediately heat up. Jesus, they were talking about me. Spencer and I were fully aware of the fact that we could be caught, especially since we weren’t exactly the best at staying quiet, but hearing our team discuss us- our sex, right in front of us without even realizing it was a mortifying experience nonetheless.

“I just wanna know what he’s doing to her in there.” JJ muses, and everyone nodded in agreement. “Like, are you having sex or absolutely murdering the girl in there?”

Spencer blushed at that, and now both of us were avoiding eye contact with the team, but they seemed totally unfazed, considering they were continuing their conversation about the aforementioned couple.

“I swear, somedays I want to stand outside that closet just to see who comes out, but they spend such an ungodly amount of time in there and there’s only so long you can listen to two people having sex before it gets weird.” Emily remarked, and JJ laughed.

“We’d have to take shifts, trying to catch them in the act.” and everyone agreed, nodding. “He must last long if they can spend that much time there..” JJ noted, offhandedly.

“As fun as it is to speculate on who’s having sex in a closet.” Hotch starts, “It’s getting late. I’m going to finish us off with an easy one.” Hotch says, looking at the team.

“Never have I ever had sex in a storage closet.” Hotch says, clearly expecting none of us to take the last few remaining shot glasses on the table.

Spencer bit his lip, hesitantly reaching over the table to take two shots for himself and me, and we both downed it. As we set our glasses down, we were met with the shocked faces of our coworkers. Derek's mouth was slightly agape, and Penelope pointed between the two of us, trying to connect the dots.

“You know what?” I say, loudly, before any of them can say anything. “I think that’s our cue to leave.” I comment, starting to push Spencer out of the booth, and he immediately understands my urgency. He grabs my hand and nods.

“Yeah, it’s getting late.” He says, hurriedly getting out of the booth. “We’ll see you all on Monday!” He let his strong grip nearly drag me out of the booth, and we had our backs to the team in a split second.

“Hold on! You can’t just-” Penelope called out, but we’d already made it halfway across the bar before our coworkers could question us about what had just happened. As we left the bar in a panicked rush and felt the cold wind nipping at us, we took one look at each other and burst into laughter.

“Is it safe to assume they know?” Spencer said, through laughs.

My own chuckles came out a little embarrassed. “Incredibly safe to assume, actually.” I said, smirking at him nonetheless. “Now we know that all our coworkers think you’re murdering me during sex.” I say, playfully nudging his shoulder.

Spencer wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me into a soft, yet passionate kiss. It takes me by surprise but I immediately melt into it, wrapping my arms around him. I can feel his lips moving against mine, and when he slips his tongue in, I can feel the taste of liquor transferring from his mouth to mine. He pulls back and grins, boyishly.

“I’ll take it as a compliment.” Spencer said, his lips brushing against mine as he spoke.

I bit my lip. He looked so fucking sexy right now, the adrenaline from the game and the drinks making his complexion look rosy and hot. His hair was messy from our kiss, and his lips slightly swollen. Despite what felt like embarrassment in the bar, I realized it didn’t corrode the fact that I desperately wanted the man.

“Spencer.” I say, tugging on his shirt. “I need you.” I breathe out.

"I need you too, baby." He responds, rubbing small circles into my waist.

"No, I need you. Please." I say, hoping he caught onto what I was asking for, without me explicitly saying so.

He knits his brows, understanding, and he let his hands linger on my waist. “Okay, baby.” He says, hesitantly. “Let’s get back home-”

My desire, only heightened by the alcohol I’d consumed, caused me to shake my head. “No.” I interrupted. “Please, I need you now.” I say, using a voice that would go straight to his cock, full of broken desperation and need for him, just for him.

It worked. He took one look at my blown out pupils and my parted lips and looked around. “I don’t wanna go back to the bar since the team could see us.” He groans.

“Then here.” I say, frantically.

“(Y/N).” He says, rubbing my shoulders. “I love sex just as much as you do but the front of a bar is not-”

“Not here.” I say rolling my eyes. “The back. That one alleyway?” I say, praying to every God that my boyfriend would just say yes. And thankfully, he did. His face broke out in a smug expression, realizing we could actually have sex now, nearly dragging me as much as I’d allow him. I could feel the exhilaration and lust permeating from both of us, and as soon as we got to the alleyway, he got to work, kissing up columns up and down my neck. He didn’t even bother to check if someone was out there, turning his entire focus to me, to us, and how badly he wanted this.

With every kiss and bite at my neck, my whimpers grew louder, and he cruelly put a mouth over my mouth, muffling my sounds.

“Stay quiet.” He growled, and I looked at him, my eyes begging him to just fuck me already.

“I think enough people know how much of a needy slut you are already, mm?" He says, beginning to undo my jeans and flipping me around, so his broad chest was up against my back. "Or are you that much of a whore that you want the people at the bar to know too?”

He let the hand encompassing my mouth drop, and leaned over to whisper in my ear. “Make one noise, and I stop.” I then realized that I could feel the head of his arousal rubbing against my folds, and my knees nearly went weak from the sensation. I hadn’t even realized we’d moved this fast, and suddenly, he entered me with a rough thrust, nearly pushing me into the wall.

It took everything in me not to let out a yelp of surprise, and the bite I had on my tongue in this moment was sure to draw blood, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was every rough thrust that Spencer fucked into me, holding my hips with a bruising force, jutting into me like a man possessed.

“You like that, mm?” Spencer whispered, leaning over to let his ears brush over the shell of my ear. “You like the idea of being caught? Of everyone knowing how fucking well I treat you?”

I nod, wildly. “Yes.” I whisper. “Spencer, please-”

But my words are cut off by another pass of his cock in me, leaving my jaw dropped but no sound coming out.

“Come on, baby.” He grunts, cruelly. “Gave you one rule, didn’t I?” He says. He notices how weak my knees have gotten in the midst of our rendezvous, and he quickly grips onto my hair, pulling me up against him. “Can’t be a good girl for me?” He teases, a ruthless lilt in his tone.

I whimper, nodding. “I can. I can” I mumble incoherently. I start to fuck back on him, matching the movement of his hips into mine, feeling myself rapidly approach my orgasm. “Please. I need- I need-” and without thinking of the consequences, I come, feeling the tension leave my body in pleasure inducing waves that cause my entire body to convulse. This only spurs him on to go faster, feeling the clench of my cunt around his cock.

“Fuck- you feel so good. So fucking good around me.” He praises, and in an instant, his head is thrown back and I can feel him emptying himself inside me with a shudder, still gripping my hair with a desperate, primal need. He's panting, and breathless, and he pulls out as he finishes, tucking himself back into his pants quickly. He lovingly turned his attention to me, fixing me up as well. I whimpered softly as he took care of me, brushing my hair back and pressing small kisses to the back of my neck.

He turns me back to face him once he managed to get my underwear and jeans back up, and caressed my face, planting a tender kiss on my lips, then my forehead, and then bringing me close for a hug. I can feel the scent of sex, liquor and his cologne swarming my senses, and it only causes me to retreat into him deeper. I sense him breathing in my scent, and it makes me smile, knowing we both derived the comfort we needed from each other in that moment.

Finally, he mumbles against the top of my head.

“Let’s get a cab and go home. Let me run you a bath. You’re so good to me.” He murmurs, still holding me in his arms like I was the last precious thing on Earth.

I giggled against him, nodding. “Yeah. Yes, please.” I say, still a bit breathless, retreating from his embrace. “I’m surprised I managed to convince you to do that.” I remark, smirking a little, despite myself. “I can’t imagine how many germs are in an alleyway.”

My boyfriend, of course, cringes. “Don’t remind me.” He says, squeezing my hand. beginning to lead me to the main road to find a cab. He then looks at me, a little smugly. “But I’d say it was worth it, right?”

“Absolutely.” I respond, squeezing his hand back, a smile gracing my face. He smiles back, and I feel my heart jump.

I don't think I'll ever stop feeling like I’d won the lottery when it came to him.

ahh! only got it out 1 day late. so that's good. hi! hope you enjoyed. nearly 4 people requested a part 2, so i hope you guys liked my take on the team "catching" them. any likes, reblogs, comments are so appreciated. thank you for reading. i am eternally grateful. ty!!! cannot say it enough

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nattiesangel

2 years ago

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.

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nattiesangel

2 months ago

their greed truly sickens me (IT SHOULD BE MEE)