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Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited. 

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3 

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IM SORRY WHAT- THE END IS SO FUNNY PLZ

Flustered | Wanda Maximoff x Romanoff!Reader

a/n: y’all have heard of having a crush on your best friend’s mum but what about having a crush on your mum’s best friend? wanda and vision are divorced in this bc i can’t deal w cheating 🤧

(feedback/positive comments are appreciated)

requested by anon: “soft mommy!wanda smut with her being your mothers (nats) best friend??? 👀”

warnings: alcohol. smut - mommy kink, strap-on, praise, fingering/oral (r receiving), light overstimulation, kinda dubcon bc wanda used her powers

word count: 3.5k

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You had always been flustered around Wanda.

She was stunningly beautiful and so ethereal that how could anyone not stare at her out of awe?

She’d even caught you lingering over her once or twice though she just simply smiled in response, believing that you’d been staring out of adoration or something along the like; whilst you were forced to tear your eyes away in mortification. Practically bolting out of the room you were both in lest she see your cheeks flushed with both arousal and embarrassment.

Besides, it was an unrequited crush. There wasn’t any way that she liked you like that nor would she assume that you liked her in that manner either.

After all, she was your mother’s best friend.

You were currently sat in your room reading a book, trying to distract yourself from the fact that your mother had invited Wanda over for dinner.

You could barely keep your emotions in check around the redhead; it was a wonder she hadn’t grown suspicious of your wariness to be around her.

You were disturbed by a faint knock at your door and with a soft ‘come in’, your Mum entered your room with a smile.

“Hey, honey. Dinner’s ready. Do you mind making some of your brownies later for dessert?”

“Sure thing, Mum. I’ll be right down.” You said, returning her smile.

“Thanks, sweetie.”

Natasha closed the door, once again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Okay, breathe. It’s fine. It’s just a small crush. You’ll get over it. Breathe.

You murmured to yourself as if saying the words aloud would make them a reality.

Clearing your throat, you left your bedroom and descended down the stairs to greet Wanda.

She looked up from the foot of the stairs and beamed at you, “Hi, honey. How are you?”

Even just the gentle tone of her voice and the endearment term had you feeling warm. Exchanging pleasantries as you walked, you then all sat down at the dinner table.

You barely spoke as you ate your meal, instead, you were daydreaming about the redhead sitting opposite you. It was risky, you knew. After all, she did have the ability to read minds but you seemed to forget about that as she fell into easy conversation with Natasha.

As you pushed your broccoli around your plate with your fork, you suddenly felt a jolt on your skin that made you drop the cutlery. The clattering of the metal against the plate breaking your Mum’s and Wanda’s current conversation about how Sam and Bucky were training with Steve’s old shield.

“Honey, are you alright?” Natasha looked over at you, concerned at the abrupt action.

“Yeah, um, sorry. It just slipped out my hand.” You said, lying easily through your teeth.

That seemed to be enough for your mother as she continued her previously interrupted conversation with Wanda.

You mentally shook your head, not wanting to embarrass yourself further and took a sip from your glass of water when you felt a warm tingle between your thighs.

Quickly swallowing the liquid in your mouth - to stop yourself from choking on it - you furrowed your brows at the feeling.

It was a familiar feeling but also kind of different. Often something that you felt when you were horny and playing with yourself. But you certainly weren’t doing that right now so what on Earth was going on with you?

The sensation travelled further up your thighs, directly between your legs where your growing sensitive nub was. You felt pressure being applied to your clit forcing you to fight back a moan from slipping past your lips.

You reached for your glass and took another swig of the drink in an attempt to maintain some sense of control and occupy your mind with something other than the sensation.

But when something, that could only be described as phantom-like, brushed up against your folds, teasing your entrance, you pushed your chair back and stood up abruptly.

“I’m gonna get started on the brownies.” You stated when Wanda and Natasha both looked at you with their brows raised.

“Okay, sweetie.” Your Mum replied as you gathered the plates and took them to the kitchen.

Placing them in the sink, you ran water over them as you watched the remnants wash away down the drain. Switching off the running tap, you then braced yourself on the countertop.

“What the fuck was that?” You whispered to yourself, steadying your breathing.

If only you had looked up to face Wanda. You would have seen her eyes grow a faint hue; small red tendrils swirling around her fingers.

Mixing the ingredients in the plastic bowl, you placed it on the table and dipped a spoon in the brownie mixture to taste it.

Licking your lips, you decided it needed some more sugar so you walked to the cupboard and reached up to grab the sweetener.

Your hand roamed aimlessly in the open door as you stood on your tiptoes to try to pick up the ingredient.

You stilled when you felt a pair of hands enclose on your hips.

“Here. Let me get that for you, honey.”

A shiver ran deliciously down your spine as the person behind you spoke. There was no need to turn around. You knew who the voice belonged to.

Wanda gently moved you but not before you grazed up against her and felt something hard against the small of your back.

Oh god, she was packing.

Your legs threatened to shake beneath you as you grabbed onto the marble island in an attempt to steady yourself.

Wanda turned around to face you, handing the sugar to you with a smile on her face, appearing to have been unaware of what you’d just realised.

“T-Thanks.” You took the sugar from her hand and generously measured it out before stirring it into your brownie mixture.

You were painfully aware that Wanda was still standing there, watching you as her lips tugged into a smirk.

Wanda walked up beside you, leaning against the counter before dipping two of her fingers into the mix.

Your mouth went dry as she placed them in her mouth and licked them clean. The action making you wet as you imagined her doing that under very different circumstances.

“Wanda, I’ve found the wine. You coming?”

Both of your heads turned to the door that led to the living room.

You were hot all over, a combination of arousal and embarrassment - feeling as though you’d been caught by your mother whilst doing something sinful when the act itself was not.

“Coming.” Wanda replied. She then glanced back over at you.

“I can’t wait to have a taste.” She said sultrily, licking her lips.

Your mouth fell open as you were unable to hide your shocked expression, “w-what?”

“Of the brownies, baby. Why? What did you think I meant?”

Wanda said sweetly, her brow raised in amusement and she continued to smirk at you, remaining unabashed at how flustered you were right now.

“Oh, I-um, I didn’t-”

You silently cursed yourself as you continued to fumble over your words, not able to form even one coherent sentence under her watchful gaze.

“I’m just pulling your leg, baby. I’m gonna go join your mother now.”

She finished on a cheery tone and when you saw her figure disappear from the door frame, you slumped against the kitchen drawers.

She’d called you ‘baby’ twice and yet, didn’t seem to realise how flushed the pet name made you.

Shaking your head, you willed yourself to get a grip on your feelings and to continue making the chocolate dessert.

Stop reading into things.

She doesn’t like you like that.

She’s just being kind.

                ✧── ･ ｡ﾟ★: *.✦ .* :★. ───✧

Over the next few weeks, you felt yourself slowly being driven insane with how much you were lusting after Wanda.

She seemed to be over at your house much more often than before and each time, she unwittingly left you aroused and flushed. Though she appeared to have no indication of the effect she had on you.

Well, that was until you’d turned up drunk at her house late one night.

You’d been out partying with some of your friends from university and when you realised you’d had too much to drink, you had decided to head to Wanda’s house - she only lived a 10 minute walk away from where the party took place - and crash there for the night.

You rapped your knuckles on the wooden frame and greeted Wanda with a bright beam, your words slightly slurring.

“Hey, Wanda. Mind if I stay here tonight? I don’t wanna drive and Mum’s outta town.”

“Sure thing.” Wanda hurried you inside as she returned your smile.

She led you into the kitchen where she began fixing you a plate of things to eat.

“It’s some leftovers from what I made the twins last night.”

“Oh god, are they here? I’m so sorry.” You said quickly, worrying that your loud demeanour would wake them up.

“No, no. Vision has them for the weekend. Come on, baby, you need to eat to soak up some of that alcohol.”

Wanda picked up some of the food with a fork she’d gotten from the drawer and gently held onto your chin until you opened it so she could put the food in.

Scraping your teeth against the metal to pull the food off, you closed your mouth and chewed.

“Good girl.” Wanda murmured softly, her hand that previously held your chin now dropping to rest comfortably on your arm as you continued to eat.

With your inhibitions lowered, you found it increasingly difficult to maintain a calm exterior around the redhead, and soon found yourself blushing at the praise.

Something that did not go unnoticed by Wanda.

When she was happy that you’d eaten enough, she took your hand and led you to one of her guest rooms.

Using her magic, she pulled some fresh linen from the closet and quickly worked to make up the bed. Then she left you alone for a few moments before coming back with a large t-shirt.

When she came back into the room, you’d just finished texting your mum to let her know that you were staying at Wanda’s and that you’d call her tomorrow.

“Here.”

Placing your phone on the table, you stood up from where you were sitting on the bed and walked up to Wanda.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to.” Wanda interrupted, “What’s wrong, baby?”

She asked when you continued to stand there, clean clothes in your hand.

“Sorry, I’m still kinda tipsy. Do you mind helping me take this dress off? I-I can’t reach the zip.”

You turned around, your back facing the redhead, hoping to get her help.

You weren’t trying to be flirtatious or push any boundaries but you couldn’t help it. Your inebriated state had seemed to lower what little control you had left.

All that could be heard in the room was the faint unzipping of the metal down your outfit. But you could practically hear the pounding of your heart in your ears as they burned red at how intimate the two of you were getting without having actually done anything.

Slipping out of the dress, you whispered a soft “thank you,” and pulled the t-shirt over your head and down your waist.

You resisted the urge to tug the shirt to your nose as the smell of Wanda’s clothes threatened to overwhelm you.

You wearing her clothes made you all warm and fuzzy inside; as if she was claiming you, marking you with this one piece of clothing.

Finally, you turned back around to face Wanda who silently stood there, the bright moonlight shining through the window, lighting up part of her face, allowing you to see how her eyes were black with lust but speckled with a red glow.

You swallowed hardly, as if now aware of the fact that you had just brazenly bared your practically naked body to her.

“Thank you for the clothes, Wanda.” You murmured, after gathering enough courage to speak.

Though, whatever steadiness you had been able to muster in your voice was surely eradicated at Wanda’s next words.

“Thank you, Mommy.”

Wanda corrected you, her hand raising up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

Your mouth went dry as you simply nodded, “Thank you for the clothes, Mommy.”

The moment those words left your mouth, a growl rumbled from Wanda’s throat and that was the only warning you had before her lips were on yours.

The kiss was passionate but short-lived. She’d pulled away to guide you backwards, the back of your knees hitting the bed behind you. She carefully laid you down, the soft duvet enveloping you both the moment your bodies touched it.

Then Wanda began kissing you again, this time, longer than the kiss before. Her hands roamed your body before resting comfortably on your hips. Her grip was bruising but not painful. With her flush against you, you could feel her strap through the thin sweatpants she’d been wearing when you first arrived.

You started to moan at the feel of her against you as, with each kiss, you sobered up. Instead, drinking in all that was Wanda. When Wanda ripped her lips from yours with another growl, a whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it.

Wanda smiled, her green eyes hypnotising, “I’m gonna make you feel good, baby.”

Wanda planted kisses on your bare skin as she travelled down your body. Lifting her shirt that you were wearing, she softly kissed your stomach and your breasts before lightly nipping at your skin. You winced when she tugged on your nipples, the pain quickly melting into pleasure.

Your hands flew up to tangle in her hair as you lifted your hips up to try to gain some relief from the burning arousal between your thighs.

“Please.”

Wanda tsked at you but said nothing more as she went further down your body, reaching your thighs. With a breath caught in your throat, you slowly opened your legs to accommodate for the redhead.

Wanda placed gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, the feeling only serving to increase your arousal. Wanda then tugged your panties off down your thighs before throwing them out onto the floor. You were surely dripping now.

Your hips had a mind of their own as they started to lift slowly, trying to get some form of relief, hoping Wanda would brush her lips further up to where you needed it most.

“Shh, detka.” Wanda soothed, resting one of her hands on your stomach, pushing it back down on the duvet.

You groaned as she slipped into her Sokovian dialect; her warm breath against your soft skin.

You whined, your hips unable to move as they were still under Wanda’s hold, “Mommy, please.”

You let out a sigh when Wanda finally latched her lips onto your pussy. She licked and sucked as you twisted beneath her, moaning at the pleasure that travelled through your body.

Your hands went back to Wanda’s hair, pulling at the strands when she gently grazed her teeth against your clit before attaching her lips to it to soothe the pleasurable pain.

A string of curses fell from your lips as you begged her not to stop, your high within sight. You started to rut your hips against her face, riding her lips as she kitten licked your folds.

“You taste so good, baby.” She hummed. The vibration of her words coupled with her eating you out allowed you to reach your peak.

“Fuck, right there. Right there.” You groaned, arching off the bed and further into her mouth.

“Come for Mommy.” Wanda ordered.

Your climax washed over you like a warm ocean wave; the tingling spreading all through your body. Gasping, your body fell back to the bed. A light sheen of sweat lining your face.

“Good girl.” Wanda praised, kissing your clit one final time before moving upwards back to your face.

Wanda brought your lips in for a kiss and you revelled in your taste on her mouth. As her lips continued to move against yours, you jolted when you felt her fingers slide through your folds.

“Shhh, baby. I just need to get you ready for my strap.” Wanda murmured, kissing your neck.

Her fingers teased your entrance. Her fingertips pushing in just slightly before she pulled them back out again.

Your legs started to close, your first orgasm leaving you sensitive. But they were suddenly spread apart again. Looking up at Wanda, you saw her green eyes now sparkled red as she used her powers to keep them open for her.

“Don’t you want to be a good girl for Mommy?”

You nodded frantically, catching your lip between your teeth.

Wanda didn’t reply and instead, thrust two fingers into you. She captured your lips in another kiss, swallowing the groan that would have fell from your mouth.

She continued moving her fingers in you before adding another. With her other hand, she gripped your chin forcing you to gaze directly into her eyes.

She placed another kiss on you and then leaned down to whisper in your ear, “Good girl.”

Your legs starting to shake as her fingers, that were still inside you, made a beckoning gesture, pressing against the most sensitive part in you. With another few thrusts and brushes against that sweet spot inside you, you clenched around her fingers as you came; your arousal drenching her fingers.

You shivered when Wanda dipped her fingers between your folds to gather your wetness and rub them over her now exposed strap. She must have somehow used her powers to remove her sweatpants without you realising.

In a swift motion, you found yourself hovering above Wanda’s hips, her red strap beneath you, ready to drive itself into you.

“I’ve heard all your dirty thoughts, baby. It’s pained me to refrain from doing anything about it. But now we can. So go ahead, babygirl, ride me. Just like you’ve always wanted.”

You were too far gone to even think about the fact that Wanda had heard about your every thought. So, instead, you reached between the both of you and lined her strap with your entrance. Then with a moan, you enveloped her in your pussy until she’d bottomed out. The both of you groaned at the feeling.

You gave yourself a few moments to adjust to the feeling of your walls being stretched before you began riding her. Wanda’s hands rested on your hips, helping you as you bounced on her cock.

One of her hands balled up the t-shirt you were still wearing; the material creasing in her fist.

“As much as I wanted you naked, you look so pretty in my t-shirt, detka. You’re mine. Do you understand that? You belong to me.”

“I’m yours, Mommy.” You muttered as your thrusts started to become more frantic as your neediness grew.

Wanda looked up at you when you whined and saw your half-lidden eyes, black with lust. Grabbing at your hips, she flipped you over so she was back on top of you.

She then started to fuck you hard, her thighs slapping against yours, the crude sound filling the walls. As she increased her pace, it was all you could do to wrap your legs around her waist to meet each thrust.

She whispered sweet nothings in your ear as she praised you when you continued to beg, “Mommy, faster. God, please. There. Right there.”

With each rough thrust, the leather of the harness the strap was attached to, rubbed against Wanda’s clit. She fucked you without cause, the both of you chasing your own highs.

“Come on, baby. Be a good girl and come for Mommy.”

Wanda pushed harder into you a few more times before you came around her strap, the orgasm almost painful as your back arched off the duvet. Wanda’s climax soon followed as she kissed you passionately, needing to feel your mouth on hers again.

When she slowed and finally pulled out, you winced at the emptiness. Wanda hummed to quieten you before pulling you into her arms as you both caught your breath.

When she felt your breathing steady against her chest, she lay you on your side and left to remove the strap and get you a glass of water.

You gulped the liquid down, relishing when the coolness soothed your throat; the sounds Wanda had pulled from you leaving it raw.

The two of you then lay in each other’s arms, a calm silence filling the air as you started to drift off.

A ping of a phone rang out disturbing you both. You reached over the nightstand to grab your phone; your heart racing when you saw the screen.

You looked over to Wanda who was laying beneath you, red hair streaked with orange tussled around her face accentuating her perfect jaw line.

Noticing you staring at her with wide eyes, she furrowed her brows. “What?”

Instead of answering, you muttered under your breath, “Shit.”

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Mafia Sirius where you're needy so you come to see him while he's in a meeting and he lets you sit on his lap and play with his fingers, whispering sweet words into your ear as the meeting goes on?

Sorry I missed this!

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“But, Siri…- I miss you,” you whisper meekly, trying desperately to not meet the eye of all the other men seated around the table.

Sirius let out a small sigh, his self-control thrown out the window as soon as you looked down at him with the biggest puppy eyes you could muster.

“Promis you’ll be well behaved and quiet?”

“Promise!”

You let out an excited giggle as he pushed out his chair, guiding you into his lap. A smile decorated your face as you leaned against him, letting the meeting progress without listening to a single word. You took hold of his left hand, inspecting and fiddling with his larger hand. Sirius tried to hide the smile that broke out on his face; he enjoyed how gentle you were, small and sweet.

“My sweet girl,” he whispered in your ear, making a warm blush overtake your face.

same mate

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

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Hi can you do a sub!James and he is sucking on our titis and we keep pulling them away and he starts whining and eventually starts crying thanks bye

Frustration || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2885

A/N: I love this request but I'm not sure the vibes of the piece did it justice I just hope that you all more or less enjoy it! I meant to get this out yesterday but I didn't have the time, I'm hoping to get back to a more normal writing schedule though

Warnings: mommy!kink I don't know why you're surprised honestly, titty sucking, teasing, crying, poly relationship

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James’ day had been a miserable ordeal. After dragging himself from classroom to classroom, barely summoning the energy to keep his head up he had landed in the place that had always provided him the most solace. That being of course the soft cushions of your tits.

The minute you’d entered your boyfriends’ dormitory you’d found it empty aside from James who was sitting on the edge of Sirius’ bed. It being closest to the door must’ve meant that he was simply too tired to drag himself the extra ten feet to his own bed, the thought made your chest tighten. Poor baby.

Worry furrowed your brow as you drank in his appearance, usually broad shoulders pulled straight seemed to curl in on themselves leaving him looking half the size he usually did. His eyelids were drooping under the weight of long, dark lashes, hiding pretty hazel eyes that usually lit up the minute you entered the room.

Today however, it seemed as though he didn’t even register your presence. That had been your first clue as to something was off with your boy.

“Jamie?” You murmured, it was then that he finally turned to see you, the smallest of smiles tugging upwards at his lips.

The sleepy look on his face was nothing absent of absolutely adorable, he’d already shed himself of his shoes, bag and school robes, each scattered about the relatively clean room. Looking at him you resisted the urge to launch yourself into his lap and curl up with your head resting against his chest.

A warmth swelled in your chest as you made your way towards James and the sleepy smile adorning his lips grew until it broke out into a full fledged smile and he was parting his legs so that you could slip between them. Your arms automatically slinging themselves across his shoulders, crossing one over the other behind his neck.

“Are you feeling okay, pretty boy?” Came your hushed voice as you ran your fingers raked through the mess or tangled curls atop his head, scratching against his scalp lightly as you watched him lean into your touch.

“M a little sleepy Mommy.”

At the use of the pet name your hand slid down from James’ scalp to his cheek where you cradled the side of his face, tipping his visage upwards. Your thumb rubbed lazy circles along his bottom lip before slipping it just past the seal of his red, plump lips.

With as much enthusiasm as he could muster in his fatigued state James accepted your digit into his mouth, suckling the finger as his hands ventured upwards to find yours, using both to anchor your palm ensuring you couldn’t pull away.

You knew James like the back of your hand and when he was like this there was but one thing that would provide him the comfort he so desired. You were more than ready to give it to him, the only issue being that that would require removing your finger from his mouth.

Slowly but surely you managed to slip your finger from his pretty pink lips, drawing a perturbed whine from the boy.

“Mommy,” He whimpered, pushing his bottom lip out in a pathetic little pout as his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his front, “Why’d you pull away your finger?”

“Thought I would give you something better to suck on,” You offered with a playful tilt of your head.

You simpered as he visibly perked up, hoping so desperately that you were talking about what he thought you were.

“Y’tits Mommy?” He asked tentatively, almost as if the words themselves would make you change your mind.

You hummed your assent as you ran a palm down the smooth, hard planes of his back, savoring the solid feeling of him below beneath your touch, “You gonna take my top off baby or do you not want my titties?”

Frantic shakes of his head quickly followed your words and solid fingers flew to the hem of your shirt where the bottom most button resided. His hands stalled as big hazel eyes cast themselves upwards to meet your gaze, silently asking for permission before removing your top which you quickly granted, leaning down to press the most delicate kiss against the tip of his nose.

In a matter of seconds James had revealed the soft sloping planes of your stomach and began smearing sloppy, open mouthed kisses against the delicate skin there, trails of saliva gleaming in the light as goosebumps arose on your skin. His lips on you were like magic and you couldn’t help but arch your back, needing his touch.

As his fingers slipped the final button through its hole you eagerly shrugged the garment off your shoulders, paying it no mind as your hands flew behind you, finding the clasp of your bra and making quick work of it to present your bare tits to the slobbering boy in front of you.

His jaw dropped seemingly to the floor like he hadn’t seen your tits dozens, Merlin, hundreds of times and you watched his fingers itch at his sides.

“They’re all yours, darling.”

“Mine?”

“Yours,” You agreed, smiling as his large hands grasped your waist, encircling it as he pulled you over his lap and laid you down, flat on your back.

You let out a giddy giggle at the abrupt movement. This was one of the things you so loved about James, it was these displays of his insurmountable strength that excited you. Despite said strength, despite the fact he could throw you around like he just had he only did when you permitted him to, only when you willed it.

Big, strong boy on his knees for you, awaiting your instruction. Godric, he made for a pretty sight.

“Y’so strong Jamie,” You praised as a delicate hand gripped his bicep, loving the pretty pink blush that dusted across the apples of his cheeks.

“Thank you Mommy,” He said bashfully, “Can I suck on your titties now? Please?”

With just a single nod of your head he was ducking his, finding himself in what had always been his most favorite place.

Cradled between the soft mounds of your tits he felt the stress and exhaustion from the day radiate him, wave after wave emanating from his wilted form.

Slotting your pert nipple between the pillowy cushions of his lips his eyes fluttered closed as he began suckling lazily, whimpering as he wiggled his body so that almost every inch of him had some sort of contact with you. The feeling of his skin against yours was addictive and as much as it was for him, hoping to do anything that would work to soothe the poor boy, the feeling of his body against yours sent warmth shooting to every nook and cranny of your body, warming you from the inside out.

“You like sucking on my nipple don’t you pretty baby?”

Instead of pulling off your nipple to answer your question properly James hummed his assent around it, causing ripples of pleasure to shoot through you at the sensation.

“Ah ah ah Jamie, come on, you know how to properly answer me when I ask you a question,” You chaisted, gently easing his mouth off your tit so that he could answer you verbally. Despite his vehement resistance at being separated from your tit he reluctantly let go, not wanting to hurt you by insisting on latching on.

“Now come on, answer me like the good boy I know you are,” You encouraged with a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“Mommy, want your titty please, love it so much, please,” He helplessly opened and closed his mouth, like a helpless little guppy, desperate to latch back onto the comfort of your breast.

“Please,” He pleaded, displaying his best puppy eyes in hopes of convincing you.

As always they did the trick and you gently guided his awaiting mouth back to your tit, closing your eyes as he began suckling once more.

The two of you laid there in peace and calm, James feeling himself uncoiling after his tiring day and you simply melting under his touch, always so gentle. The way he touched you you’d think he was handling fine china, gentle caresses up and down your arms, a palm resting against your hip, having slipped under the hem of your skirt, all done with the utmost care.

You weren’t quite sure how long you’d laid there with him, the picture of peace and serenity, but you were almost certain he’d drifted off into a light sleep. Even in his sleep he registered the din coming from the staircase that would eventually lead to the dorm.

Letting out an annoyed whine he sucked harder at your tit, one hand moving to cup the swell of your breast.

“Sounds like we’re getting company Jamie.”

Just seconds after you spoke the solid oak door to the dorm swung open, revealing the smiling mischievous faces of Sirius and Remus, flushed from running.

Running from what?

Now, that was the question.

“Shhh,” You tried to quiet the boys as they sauntered into the room, hoping that they would take pity on the clearly tired boy hanging off your side and keep their voices down for the sake of their boyfriend.

Wishful thinking.

“Aww look Moons, the baby’s nursing,” Sirius taunted, eyes immediately locking on his form, shedding the leather jacket he favored to his school robes as he made his way to the side of the bed closest to James’ curled up figure.

“Don’t be mean Siri, you know it helps him relax,” You glared at him warningly as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, hand immediately going to card through James’ curls.

“Is that right?” Remus inquired, slipping in behind Sirius, lifting the thick curtain of raven hair off his neck to gently kiss the skin that resided there, “Does it relax our little Jamesie?”

James let out yet another disgruntled whine as he opened his eyes up to small slits, just enough to glare at his boyfriends, never relenting on his sucking.

There was nothing the two dogs enjoyed more than teasing James deeper into subspace, always remaining conscious of boundaries.

“I’m sorry for making fun of you Jamesie,” Rem apologized, leaning in so that his face was hovering mere inches over Jamesie’s, “Could I have a kissie please?”

After contemplating it James eased himself off your nipple, not without a small whimper of course, and stretched his neck, lips puckering to meet Remus’.

Remus’ hand slipped under James’ mandible, supporting his drooping head as his lips interlocked with his. Even from your position sitting back you could see as the werewolf’s tongue effortlessly broke the seal of the slightly smaller boy’s lips, delving into the warm enclave of his mouth.

The other boy’s lips seemed to provide James almost as much comfort as your tit but that didn’t mean that as they each pulled away breathlessly that James wasn’t settling his head right back down on your breast.

“Not so fast, I want a kissie too Jamesie, s’only fair.” Sirius insisted, hand finding James’ jaw and using his grip to pull his face back up, giving him no choice but to release your nipple.

James’ whines were quickly swallowed by Sirius as he embraced his boyfriend in a deep, passionate kiss, nipping at his bottom lip as he pulled their two bodies closer to each other. You’d always find it endearing that despite Sirius being significantly smaller than Jamie he was like putty in his hands and never failed to become malleable under his touch.

Once Sirius finally relinquished his grasp on James his head was once again falling to your tit, mouth already open before he even neared your boob.

“Not so quick there baby,” Sirius caught James’ face before it could drop once more, “Remmy got a kiss, I got a kiss, it’s (Y/N/N)’s turn is it not? It sounds only fair to me.”

“I think you’re right, Pads,” Remus chimed in, “Go on Jamie, give your Mommy a kiss.”

“But want her titties,” He whined, speaking for the first time since you were joined by the boys you affectionately referred to as your “dogs”.

“You wouldn’t want her to feel left out would you?” Sirius asked with mock worry as he tipped his head to the side, by now he’d perfected his fake pouting.

You were all too happy to accept James’ lips as they grazed yours, keeping the kiss gentle compared to the ones you witnessed between him and the other boys. Regardless it was still as though that kiss fed your soul with the feeling of James’ lips against your own.

You allowed his lips to glide down the side of your face, trailing down the soft skin of your neck, then your collar bone before finding your tit again and right as he moved to make it back into his mouth Remus’ low baritone cut through the room.

“I don’t remember you asking if you could suck (Y/N)’s tit James,” You watched with a smirk as James responded to Remus’ authoritative tone.

“But Mommy said-”

“I’m sorry I should rephrase,” Remus amended, “I don’t remember you asking me if you could suck on (Y/N)’s tit.”

James’ hazel optics flickered up to your face, looking at you to tell Remus that you’d granted him permission to your tit but you were both aware that Remus pulled rank over you. Remus pulled rank above everyone and if he said you needed permission you needed permission.

“If Remmy said you gotta ask bubba,” You pressed a kiss against his hairline, “Then you gotta ask.”

“But....”

When you all stayed silent, awaiting smirks atop each of your lips as you all watched James, waiting for him to fulfill Remus’ request.

Finally he relented, “Please, can I suck Mommy’s titty?” Though his words were obedient his tone was that of a temperamental toddler but regardless Remus granted him his request and it was only seconds before you felt the warm wetness of his mouth wrap around your nipple, saliva smearing across the rest of your tit as he struggled to find a good hold.

“Sounds like our pretty boy had a long day and could use some time to rest,” Your eyes fluttered from the dark curls atop James’ head to where Remus and Sirius sat with the latter practically in the bigger boy’s lap.

“As much as he might need it we’ve got Quidditch practice doll and it's time to get ready,” Sirius pushed himself up off the bed, starting to ease James away from you but the minute your nipple slipped from the confines of James’ mouth he was sniffling, sobs instead of whines falling from his lips as salty tears weighed down on his lower lashes.

“Don’t wanna go,” James cried, curling up closer into your side as he refused to move, “Want your titty Mommy please, s too much.”

“Shhh s’okay pretty baby,” You soothed as combed his hair out of his face, throwing a glare at Sirius to which he raised his hands in the air.

“Siri’s sorry, he didn’t mean to upset you. Yeah there we go,” You urged, helping him ease back onto your tit, “Stay right here baby. Si, maybe you can lead practice today?” You asked, raising an expectant brow.

After a gentle kick at his calf from Remus, Sirius relented, moping about as he got ready for practice, mumbling something about “promotion” and “assistant captain”.

It wasn’t until Sirius left the room, and Remus, sensing James needed time alone with you, drifted off down the staircase, most likely to the library to work on his studies, that James melted back into you like he had before you’d been interrupted.

In the quiet of the room you realized that you could still hear the faint sniffles coming from the boy on top of you, craning your head you saw that salty tears had pooled on the apples of his cheeks, nose red from crying.

“Are you okay pretty boy? You get overwhelmed?”

James nodded his head, adjusting his hold on your tit.

Your heart broke at the pathetic little noises that escaped from James’ mouth, wanting nothing more than to kiss his tears away and make him feel safe. Though you and your other boys had fun teasing James when it came to his infatuation with you, as though Sirius and Remus didn’t share in said infatuation, it wasn’t the verbal teasing that had tipped James over the edge, it was the being separated from the one thing he’d looked forward to all day.

“I’m sorry Jamesie, we didn’t mean to overwhelm you, thought we were having fun,” You frowned as you observed his face, “Wasn’t too much fun though was it?”

“Just want your titties Mommy,” He explained, voice muffled around the soft tissue of your boob, “That’s all.”

“Alright then Jamie,” You granted, running your fingers through his dark waves as you closed your eyes and let your head tilt back, hoping sleep would take the invitation and wash over you sooner rather than later, “Just go ahead and suck.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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All Yours (Kate Bishop x Reader x WandaNat Parents)

This was such a fun fic to write, hopefully, y'all have as much fun reading as I did coming up with this idea! Synopsis: Kate rails you as your moms Wanda and Nat return from work and hear what y'all are up to.

Around 1.5 k words

Tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for your girlfriend, you looked at your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. Your moms were finally out for work, and you didn’t have any classes today. This meant that not only did you have the entire mansion to yourself, but you actually had time to spend with your girlfriend. Opportunities like this didn’t come around often, and you were determined to make the best of your day. Besides, you’ve been feeling horny as hell for the last two days, and you were more than ready for Kate to do whatever she wanted with you while your moms were not around to walk in on you two.

The doorbell finally rang, and you ran to answer it. Kate was standing outside your door, a little out of breath as usual. “I got here as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, babe. I missed you.” You immediately wrapped your arms around Kate, and felt a rush of warmth go through your body when you felt her strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Babe, we just saw each other last night.” Kate pulled away a little bit so she could have a good look at your face. Seeing the pout that was quickly forming, she pulled you against her once more. “Besides, I think you may have another reason for missing me.” She guided your hands down beneath her waistline, and you felt the outline of the strap she was packing. “I didn’t have much time to prepare, so I just decided to wear your favorite one.”

The rush of heat went all the way up to your face now as you held one of Kate’s hands to lead her to your room. Just as you started walking into the house, Kate pulled you back. “We can start right here.” Your eyes widened as you realized that she wanted you to start here, right in the middle of the living room. Her eyebrows lifted expectantly as she started unbuttoning her pants. “Is there a problem baby?”

You shook your head no as Kate quickly stepped out of her pants. Her toy bulged in her underwear, and you quickly got on your knees in front of her. “So eager, baby. Hold still for me, okay?” As she took the toy out and put it into your mouth, you couldn’t help but start bobbing your head to take the toy as quickly as you could. But this time, instead of her usual moans, Kate grabbed your hair and held your head still. “Babe, I said keep still.” You finally understood what she wanted from you and held still as Kate slid the toy inside of your mouth.

It didn’t take long for her to start building up a rhythm as she fucked your face. The toy was so big, and you ended up gagging every time she thrust inside your mouth. The sounds you were making only seemed to encourage Kate as she moved her hips faster against you, and as she looked down at you, it didn’t take long for her hips to stutter and finally stop.

Kate let you get up, and as soon as you stood, she picked you up and carried you up the stairs. Luckily, you had been waiting for Kate to do this ever since you woke up this morning, so you were already mostly naked. Kate, on the other hand, needed a little bit more work getting naked. Clothes were forgotten on the floor as she quickly carried you to your room. As soon as you reached your room, she threw you on the bed and got on top of you. “Already so wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you. Let’s see how long you last in here.”

What neither of you saw was your mom’s limo pulling up in the driveway and your moms coming home. The meeting that they had planned was canceled, as their competition had decided to bow out instead of facing the two of them. Nat was first through the door as usual, with Wanda following close behind. “Do you think (Y/N) will be hungry? We can call our chef to come in today and cook for us.”

“I think that would be great babe. Should we go check in on how she’s doing? She seemed really high strung today before we left.” Wanda started making her way upstairs to see if you needed anything.

“Can’t you just read her mind from down here?” Nat yelled distractedly. “She’s old enough to be annoyed at us if we keep asking her how she’s feeling.” She waited for a response, and when she didn’t receive one, she walked over to check on her wife. Wanda was standing at the beginning of the hallway, staring at the random pieces of clothing that littered the floor. “What’s happening? Why would our child throw out all of her clothes.”

“I don’t think those are hers, my love.” Nat could barely contain her smirk as she recognized Kate’s pants. “Let’s go back downstairs.”

Just as they started going back down to the living room, a thump came from your room. “You like that? Show daddy how many more times you can come tonight.” Those words were followed by filthy moans, and Wanda practically ran down the stairs with her face as bright red as her hair.

Both Nat and Wanda sat in the living room in silence, neither knowing how to break the silence as sounds of your moans occasionally drifted downstairs. Nat tried to break the ice by joking, “Who knew our daughter had a daddy kink, huh?”

Wanda gave her wife an icy glare. “Would you want her to call anyone else other than one of us ‘mommy’? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to look severe, she couldn’t help but let out a little smirk.

“Are you still going to have our chef come over? He’ll have to make enough food for four this time.”

“It sounds like (Y/N) is being stuffed as we speak, so I don’t think she’ll be that hungry when she comes down.” Wanda’s words caused Nat to snort as the rhythmic pounding noise above them showed that you were, once again, getting topped by Kate.

“I would have assumed that we raised a top, but it seems like she’d bottom for the first pretty girl that comes her way.” Nat seemed almost disappointed as she shook her head.

“Don’t be scaring Kate off now, babe.” Wanda reached over and took Nat’s hand. “She’s a good girl, and you know how happy Kate makes our daughter.”

Nat sighed, feigning irritation. Things upstairs were quiet now, and the two women looked at each other and tried to keep from laughing. They were looking forward to seeing your face when you came downstairs.

Kate collapsed on top of you, finally spent after making you cum for the seventh time in a row. You were worn out, but that did not stop you from wanting more. After a moment, you languidly ran your fingers through her hair, loving how she leaned her head against you as you held her.

“That was fun.” All you got in response was a low hum. “Do you want some food? I think I can whip up something real quick.” The low rumble of Kate’s stomach answered that question for you as you hurriedly threw on a hoodie. Kate didn’t even bother putting on a top, and just put her underwear on. The strap on bulged inside her briefs, and you had to tear your eyes away from her crotch. Kate was horny at all times, and you did not need her on top of you before getting some food inside you first.

Not looking where you were going, you rubbed your eyes and made your way to the kitchen. Right before you made it, something made you stop. Heart hammering as you turned around, you saw both of your moms smirking at you. “What’s the matter, baby? Surprised to see us?”

Your mind could not make out a complete sentence. How much did they hear? Their smirks told you everything you needed to know, and right at this moment, Kate made her way up behind you.

“Babe, what’s for lunch? I want to go for round eight as soon as –,” Kate stopped when she caught sight of your moms. Nat gave Kate a look that could kill, while Wanda had to hide her mouth behind her hand to keep from laughing.

Finally, Wanda broke the silence and gestured for you to sit down. “Why don’t we sit down together while we wait for the food to arrive? I think we have a lot to talk about.”

CUTE AS A FUCKIN' BUTTON MASTERLIST

18+

Baker!Steve x Mob!Reader

Series Status: Ongoing

Series Summary: Steve is the owner of the cute new bakery in town, and he's purer than anyone you've ever known. You can feel him melting your ice heart, but you don't mind a single bit.

Content Warning: Mob!Reader x Baker!Steve, Mob!Sam x Mob!Bucky, fluff, mature themes, flirting, soft!steve, violence, mention of weapons, organized crime, eventual smut (dom!reader x sub!steve, mommy kink, specific warnings in each part).

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

DRABBLES

steve gets protective during a meeting

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