Between Rivals And Roses

Can I request a fluff Alexia fic??🥺🥺

Between Rivals and Roses

YN -> your name. YLN -> your last name.

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You never meant to like her.

In fact, you were supposed to dislike her.

Alexia Putellas—Spain’s golden girl, the beating heart of FC Barcelona, and the bane of your existence every time El Clásico rolled around. And you? The French firecracker in Real Madrid’s midfield, signed with pride and pressure on your shoulders.

You met her on the pitch first. Cold stares, sharp tackles, a smirk she wore like war paint.

“Careful, francesa,” she murmured during your first ever Clásico, brushing your shoulder with hers. “You might melt under the pressure.”

You narrowed your eyes, heart racing. “Not likely, reina. Worry about yourself.”

It was the start of something strange.

Because every match after that, she sought you out. A glance. A brush of hands when passing by. Words exchanged under the roar of the crowd—sometimes biting, sometimes teasing.

But off the pitch… that’s where things blurred.

You saw her at an awards gala in Madrid, dressed in red and gold like sin itself. She spotted you across the room, lifted her glass with that signature smirk, and you felt your heart hiccup.

The first real conversation happened after an international friendly. Spain vs France. The game had ended in a draw, tension thick but smiles exchanged as the teams shook hands.

“You were brilliant,” she said, stopping you in the tunnel. “You always are.”

You blinked. “Is that a compliment from Alexia Putellas?”

She shrugged, eyes twinkling. “Maybe. Or maybe I’m just trying to distract you before the next Clásico.”

You laughed. Mistake.

Because after that, she messaged you. Once. Then again. Then it became a habit.

Training selfies. Voice notes of her teasing your accent. You sending her croissant emojis after she lost a match. Her sending you a Barcelona jersey with your name ironed on the back as a joke (you wore it once—alone—in your apartment, just to see).

The press would lose their minds if they knew.

The team would raise eyebrows.

But when she met you in a quiet café in Madrid on your day off, hood pulled low, and reached for your hand like it was the most natural thing in the world, you didn’t stop her.

"You’re still annoying,” you whispered, sipping your coffee.

"And you're still dramatic,” she smiled, lacing your fingers together anyway. “But I like you like that.”

There were still fierce matches, still red cards and screaming fans. She’d shove you on the pitch, and wink when the ref wasn’t looking. You’d tackle her hard and mouth Oops with the most sarcastic smile possible.

But later, in hotel rooms after national call-ups, or during secret weekends in little Spanish towns where no one cared about rivalries, she'd kiss you like you were hers. Soft and sweet and nothing like the war you waged on the field.

“Someday,” she whispered against your skin once, breath warm and slow, “I’ll play beside you. Club, country, doesn’t matter. Just… not against you.”

You smiled into her hair, heart full.

“Until then,” you murmured, “we’ll just have to keep pretending we hate each other.”

Alexia chuckled. “We’re so good at pretending.”

But neither of you let go.

You swore you were being careful.

No Instagram likes. No lingering glances when the cameras were around. No replies to her stories, even when she posted a stupid selfie with her dog and you nearly melted on your hotel bed.

You were careful.

Until you weren’t.

It started with Olga.

You were coming back from international duty—France had played Spain, again. A brutal match. You and Alexia had “accidentally” collided three times, and at one point, you’d whispered, “Hit me any harder and I’ll take it personally.”

To which she smirked and replied, “Don’t tempt me, mi amor.”

Which you definitely did not think about on the flight back.

But Olga must’ve noticed something. Because when you came into training the next day, all smiles and a bit too floaty for someone who’d spent 90 minutes getting elbowed by her "rival," she gave you that look.

“Why are you smiling like that?” she asked, squinting at you across the locker room.

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like you kissed someone. Or stole Barça’s playbook.”

You choked on your water bottle. “I did not kiss anyone.”

Technically true. Not during the match. Not in the stadium.

Olga narrowed her eyes. “Hmm.”

She didn’t bring it up again. Not directly.

But during a post-match interview a few weeks later—after a tense draw between Real and Barça—Alexia had done it again. She’d caught your eye from across the field, mouthed “Nice try”, and winked.

You glared at her (playfully), then immediately had to look away to hide your smile.

The next day, while reviewing match footage, Olga leaned over your shoulder.

“Funny,” she murmured, pausing the video. “This moment here—when Alexia looks at you like you're the last pain au chocolat on Earth. Very sportsmanlike, huh?”

You turned slowly. “You’re imagining things.”

“Oh, am I?”

You were doomed.

Later that evening, in the privacy of your apartment, your phone buzzed.

Alexia [19:32]: Olga knows??

You [19:33]: She suspects. She paused a wink. She’s basically Sherlock Holmes now.

Alexia [19:34]: Told you I wink too much 😭

You [19:34]: No. I told you that. Every time. And you still do it.

Alexia [19:35]: Can’t help it. You’re cute when you’re flustered.

You rolled onto your back and groaned into your pillow.

Later that week, a national break arrived. You had three free days. You told your teammates you were visiting your cousin in Zaragoza. Technically not a complete lie. You just… didn’t specify who you were staying with.

When you arrived at Alexia’s apartment, she opened the door in sweatpants and socks with little Spanish flags on them.

You pointed. “You are so on-brand, it’s ridiculous.”

She pulled you in by the collar. “And you’re late.”

You spent the night curled up on her couch, watching a movie with half-eaten popcorn between you. She kissed your temple during a quiet scene and you thought, Rivalries be damned.

But the next morning, as you scrolled through your phone, you stopped on Olga’s latest Instagram story.

It was a selfie. Her, with a very suspicious eyebrow raise. The caption?

“Hope your ‘cousin’ is nice. 😏”

You froze.

Alexia leaned over your shoulder and cackled. “Oh, she knows.”

You groaned, burying your face in her shoulder. “I’m never going to live this down.”

She kissed the top of your head. “Guess we’ll just have to score more goals and make her too busy to care.”

“…Or just tell her.”

“Or that.”

You sighed. “Maybe next week.”

Alexia smiled and handed you her mug. “Next week, then. For now, drink your coffee, ma belle rivale.”

You smiled into the rim. Maybe being bad at hiding wasn’t so bad after all.

Word spreads fast in football circles.

Faster, even, when it’s scandalous. When it’s unexpected. When it’s you and Alexia Putellas.

You don’t know how someone from Barça found out. Maybe it was a screenshot. A message left open. A little too much softness in her smile when she looked at you during warmups.

Either way, you felt it the moment you stepped onto the pitch for El Clásico.

Something was off.

The Barcelona girls weren’t just sharp—they were cold. You’d gotten used to the bite, sure, but this was personal. You caught Aitana staring at you like she knew everything. Like she was just waiting for you to slip.

And then it happened.

67th minute. The ball bounced loose at midfield. You sprinted. So did Alexia.

You didn’t see her until the last second—her body shifted, your foot came down, and suddenly she was on the ground, clutching her ankle.

“Shit—Alexia!” you dropped down beside her instantly, panic blooming in your chest.

But she looked up at you, pale and in pain, and whispered, “I know it wasn’t on purpose.”

Too late.

Because by then, they were there.

Mapi was the first. “Qué carajo estás haciendo?!” she snapped, grabbing your shoulder and yanking you back.

“Hey—HEY!” you shouted, hands up, trying to explain. “It was an accident!”

“You injured her!” Ona growled, stepping between you and Alexia.

“I didn’t mean to—”

That’s when it happened.

A fist. A blur. Pain blossomed across your cheek as Mapi punched you. Full force.

Everything went still.

You staggered back, clutching your face, eyes wide. The ref was screaming. Your teammates rushed over. Olga was already shoving between you and Mapi, yelling in Spanish, hands flying.

You didn’t even register the red card.

Didn’t care.

Because Alexia was still on the ground.

You broke free, ignoring the chaos, pushing past the ref to kneel beside her again.

“I swear I didn’t mean to,” you whispered, your voice breaking.

She reached up—barely—and touched your arm, eyes glassy. “I know. I know, mi amor.”

They took her off the pitch a few minutes later. You were sent off. Your coach looked like she wanted to strangle someone. Maybe you. Maybe Mapi. Maybe both.

The tunnel was dead silent.

Until footsteps echoed.

You looked up from the bench outside the medical room—and froze.

Mapi.

“Here to break my nose too?” you muttered bitterly, ice pack pressed against your cheek.

She crossed her arms, jaw clenched. “…She’s family to us.”

“I love her,” you snapped back, voice raw. “Don’t you get that? I would never hurt her.”

Mapi paused. Something in her expression shifted. “She defended you before they even finished checking her ankle. Said it wasn’t your fault. Said to tell you she was okay.”

You exhaled sharply. Relief hit you like a wave, and your shoulders dropped.

Mapi studied you for a long moment. “Just… don’t make her cry, francesa.”

Then she walked away.

Later that night, you were in your hotel room, half-asleep, when your phone buzzed.

Alexia [22:17]: I told them the truth. That it was an accident. Also, they’re banned from touching you ever again 😅 My ankle’s just bruised. I’m okay.

You stared at the message, tears burning the back of your throat.

Then another ping.

Alexia [22:18]: Come see me tomorrow?

You [22:18]: I’ll be there. With ice cream and a very bruised face.

Alexia [22:19]: Perfect. We’ll match.

You showed up at her door with a bruised cheek, two tubs of ice cream, and three kinds of guilt pressing on your chest.

Alexia opened the door in a hoodie three sizes too big, messy bun in full force, and a soft smile that made your knees weak.

“You look like you got hit by a truck,” she said gently, tilting her head.

You lifted the tub in your hand. “And you look like you need bubblegum ice cream and ten apologies.”

She stepped aside and let you in without another word.

You didn’t realize how tense you were until she curled into your side on the couch, her head resting against your shoulder like it always belonged there.

For a few minutes, you just sat there—eating in silence, your fingers brushing, the TV playing something neither of you were watching.

Then she looked up at you.

“You really scared me, you know,” she whispered. “Not because of the tackle. Because of your face when they came for you.”

You winced. “I couldn’t even explain. They were already ready to kill me.”

She reached up and ran her fingers carefully along the bruise on your cheek. “Mapi’s going to apologize. Eventually. I told her everything. That we’ve been… us.”

You turned your head toward her. “And what did she say?”

Alexia smiled faintly. “That you’d better be serious about me.”

You swallowed hard. “I am.”

Her expression softened like the evening light outside the window. “Good. Because I am too.”

She leaned up, kissed the edge of your jaw—lightly, careful of the bruise. You closed your eyes, letting yourself breathe for the first time since that tackle.

The next day, you returned to Real Madrid’s training ground.

And the second you stepped into the locker room, all eyes were on you.

Olga crossed her arms, eyebrow raised. “So…”

You blinked. “So… what?”

She smirked. “How’s your cousin?”

Groans filled the room, followed by laughter. Even Athenea threw a towel at you. “Seriously?! Alexia?!”

You sighed and slumped into the nearest bench. “Is everyone psychic here?”

“To be fair,” Misa said, “you’re not exactly subtle.”

“I tackled her,” you muttered.

Olga leaned closer. “Yeah. And then you looked like your soul left your body. It was weirdly romantic.”

You covered your face. “This is a nightmare.”

Olga nudged your shoulder. “Relax. We’re not mad. Just shocked.”

“She’s Alexia Putellas,” Athenea added. “And you’re you. Honestly? Kind of iconic.”

A long beat.

Then Olga grinned. “If you bring her to the next team dinner, I will make her wear a Real Madrid scarf.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

You sighed but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re all the worst.”

Later that night, your phone buzzed.

Alexia [20:10]: I told Patri about us too. She just sighed and said “finally.” Apparently we were never subtle.

You [20:11]: I think our teams might ship us more than we do.

Alexia [20:12]: Is that even possible?

You [20:12]: Not when you look at me like that after every tackle 😏

Alexia [20:13]: You tackled me ONCE. Calm down.

You [20:13]: Okay but I cried after. That’s romance, Putellas.

Alexia [20:14]: Come over.

You [20:14]: Already on my way.

Betrayal.

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draco malfoy x reader | angst | JUST ANGST |

a/n : this is my first time writing angst and this is what i get for my first time?! but ok i’ll try and thank you for requesting! <3 (i’ll change the concept a lil bit)

the sudden regret washed over his body as she left his room, he doesnt even know why he kept doing this. but one thing for sure, he was addicted, she’s like a drug. the adrenaline rushed through his blood making him keep going back to her.

draco knew this was wrong in any way, his beloved wife or once he loved was waiting for him to come home, to be back in her arms, but he did this to her instead. what she doesnt knew wont hurt their marriage, right?

he sighed, cleaning his desk and going back to his work, his mind wandered to his wife, he hadnt wrote to her since last week, he was too busy. he pulls his drawer and grabs a quill and a parchment.

Dear Y/n,

Hello, my love. How was your week? I’m sorry I havent write to you, the work keeping me busy. How is our little boy? Please reply this letter as soon as you received it. I miss you and Scorpius. I’ll be home soon.

Love,

Draco.

draco gives the letter to his owl, he walked in to his private bedroom, locking it and throwing himself on the bed slowly closing his eyes. y/n, please forgive me.

he woke up and found the girl he has been sleeping with. straddling his hips and sit on top of him, naked. he shoots her a smile, pulling her for a kiss which she gladly returns.

“what are you doing here, sarah?” draco asked as his hands roaming around her body making her giggle.

“i feel lonely, professor.” sarah gives him a wink and starts to undressing him, she grabbed his cock and pushing it inside her making both of them moaning out loud.

sarah starts to bouncing up and down while draco meeting her move, thrusting upwards. they were having their moment, moans filling their room until the door of his room bursted open.

“draco?”

the forbidden couple stilled at the voice, draco quickly pushes sarah off of him and his heart dropped to his stomach as he sees who was interrupting their ungodly activities.

“y- y/n?! love please i can exp-” the door slamming shut making a loud thump, draco who was already pale quickly getting his clothes back running to get his wife hoping she hasnt left yet.

“y/n please listen to me!” draco yanked her wrist making her body turned around to face him, he was about to pull her in his arms but y/n shoved him away off of her.

“i’ll send divorce files as soon as possible” she turns back leaving him who already had tears running down his face.

“no! y/n!”

draco wake up panting heavily, sweats running through his forehead, he looked around and found no one, no sarah. he inhaled deeply as he realized he was just dreaming. the sun shines bright blinding his eyes forcing him to get up from his bed.

>>>>>

there she is, sitting with her legs open, for him. sarah shot him a wink at his flushed face making him gulped. he turns his body back to the board, focusing his attention on teaching his students, like he was supposed to.

draco was sitting on his chair, working through his assignments when suddenly he hears an impatient knock on his door.

“come in.” the door opened revealing the younger girl, her shirt unbuttoned enough to show him her cleavage, her skirt is on its usual short, she swayed her hips as she approaching her lover.

“hey, do you need something, baby?” draco asked as his eyes traveling down her body, the desires to have her right here coming back to him.

“oh nothing, i just needed my favorite professor..” sarah chuckles grabbing his hand to make him stand up, she runs her hands on his chest, slowly unbuttoning his shirt making draco shuddered.

“not now, sarah” draco looked up to the clock at his wall, his eyes now full of lust as he sees sarah taking off her shirt showing him her breasts, she doesnt even bothered to wear a bra.

he pushed sarah against the wall, his hand and his mouth latching onto her breasts, she moaned his name making he snapped back into reality.

the dream from last night replaying inside his head.

he quickly pulled himself away from her making her confused.

“hey, whats wrong?” sarah asked as she runs her fingers through his hair bringing him closer to her catching his lips.

“i’m sorry sarah i cant do this anymore” draco tried to pull away but her hands werent letting him go.

“you’re talking nonsense, draco” sarah starts to grinding on his, getting him hard, draco moaned instantly at the friction, he couldnt thinking straight anymore.

one last time, then its over, truly over. draco thought to himself as he unbuckled his trousers letting it hit the floor, he pushed her skirt up to her hips and pulling off her panties, he pushed all of his length into her, his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

draco rocked in and out of her, her body bouncing against the wall making him quickening his pace, snapping harder into her. they both were so lost in pleasure that they didnt hear the door being opened and a loud gasps coming behind them.

“draco?”. “daddy!”

their shocked voices ringing in draco’s ears as he came to a full stop, panicked showing on his face as he turned around and redressing himself.

he looks at y/n carrying their son on her hips, her hand covering his eyes. she held a look of mixed emotions in her face. draco was hoping this will not be the last time he would ever see them.

“y/n..” his voice broke as they left the room, tears streaming down y/n’s face. he runs immediately to them, pleading and begging y/n to stop her steps and listen to him, tears running down his face as he forced y/n to stop.

“please.. forgive me i promise i didnt love her, it means nothing to me, i swear..” draco dropped to his knees, holding her leg to prevent her from leaving him, he looked up to y/n who now held nothing in her face. he sobbed harder as his kid looking down at him in confusion.

“i hope it was worth it draco, thank you for all these years.” draco shakes her head crying uncontrollably as her legs kicking him off of her and in a second she and scorpius apparated.

draco gathered all of his stuff as fast as he could, telling mcgonagall that he quited. he doesnt care about sarah, he doesnt care about anything anymore at this point all he wanted was to come home hoping his wife and his child still waiting for him at the front door.

then the reality hit him in the face, he found their house empty, no sign of y/n no sign of scorpius running over the house, nothing. he dropped his body on the couch, his tears were dried, his head is dizzy, he cant help but take a look of their family picture hanging on the wall.

“fuck this!” draco smashed the picture to the ground but quickly picking it up again, he stared blankly at the picture as tears coming back to his face, his hands are shaking.

days by days passed, y/n showed no sign of coming back, draco was alone in their manor having no spirit to continued his life. he already sent his wife a letter per days to tell her and beg her to come home.

draco was sipping his tea in the kitchen when he heard rustling coming from the window, an owl approaching him and giving him envelope.

he opens the cover and he wished he didnt open it. it was a divorce paper along with a small note on top of it.

“i’ll keep you updated on scorpius.”

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this was shitty af i’m sorry i tried but i’m too stupid for this thing 😖💔

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nattiesangel

1 year ago

match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

helping hand

(warning: age gap|ellie is 21 reader is 27| 18+)

it’s been awhile since ellie had a crush on anybody. of course there was cat and dina, but nothing other than those two. then you came bustling in the gates with your gorgeous curves and face with your baby attached to your hip. she already knew that you were going to be an absolute problem in her life.

ellie quickly befriended you and made you feel warm and welcome in jackson. if you needed a babysitter cause you were working, ellie would do that for you. if you needed somebody to talk to, ellie would be right there with open ears. also if you needed somebody to remind you how beautiful you were despite the baby fat and stretch marks that you were sometimes insecure about ellie was right there to remind you. she was like your best friend. at first you thought it was weird befriending her with the age gap you two had, but during times like these you appreciated anybody that wanted to be around you and your kid.

you walk into your bedroom where ellie was waiting for you to join her in bed. “she’s asleep. knocked out actually.” you chuckle sitting on the bed beside ellie.

“i bet. she was putting those little legs to work today.” ellie chuckles expecting you to laugh, but all you did was wince holding on to your chest.

“what’s wrong?” ellie asks you with concern.

“i have a clogged duct.” you tell her. you missed one day of pumping, now your breasts are giving you the worst pain ever. you were about to go get you a warm rag, and put it on your breast hoping by tomorrow that it would pass.

“oh how do you fix it?” ellie asks curiously, “maybe i can help.” ellie said.

“oh yeah you want to suck my duct out?” you asks her jokingly. when ellie sat there with a brow lifted you rolled your eyes.

“your not sucking my boobs ellie.” you laugh. you knew ellie had a crush on you. she absolutely made it no secret with the constant flirting, sneaky touches, and the need to be attached to your hip every two seconds.

“why not? im just trying to help you.”

“because that’s weird, we are friends, and you’re too young to be sucking on my boobs.”

“oh but salem gets a pass? who’s making the boob rules around here?” ellie said, making you laugh smacking her with your pillow.

“salem is a baby who needs milk. you’re just a horny perv.” you shake your head at her.

“so what, you're going to lay in pain all night when i can help you. it’s probably going to get worse. let me help you.”

you sit there thinking about it. it was indeed going to get worse. you’ve gone through this before and ended up with mastitis. it was literally one of the worst pain you’ve ever experienced. your breasts were tender to the touch for days.

“okay.” you mumble laying back, “just don’t be weird.”

“whatever that means.” ellie mumbles watching you take off your bra and lift your shirt up revealing your swollen boobs.

“also masssage while your doing it. it helps.” you instruct her. “mhmm.” ellie said, leaning over you. half your body was sat up by the pillows while ellie laid half of her weight on you.

she bent her head down and attached her mouth to your perk nipples. she uses her hand to massage your breast.

you hiss in pain, laying your head back, closing your eyes.

ellie couldn’t even believe you were letting her do this. you denied any advance ellie made, always hearing the same excuse, “ellie you’re too young for me.” who the fuck was worrying about age in a apocalypse? you were 7 years older than her. it wasn’t that big of a deal to her.

ellie uses her thumb to brush over your sensitive nipple. you let out a breathy moan not wanting her to know that you were starting to enjoy this.

ellie switches her attention to your other boob and you watched her. you already knew she completely abandoned the mission and started doing her own thing.

“ellie.” you say ready to put a stop to her antics. she pinches your nipple between her teeth and a moan slips out your mouth. she smirks against your skin, having you right where she wants you. she was going to help you out with your boob problem, just not right now. right now she was trying to seduce you and damnit was she doing a good job.

“yeah,” ellie mumbles, flicking her tongue over your nipple. ellie shifts around so her leg would be in between your things. she lifts up her knee practically shoving it up against your pussy.

you moan rubbing your hips against her thigh. it’s been so long since you’ve had someone touch you like this. maybe that’s why it was so easy to fall into her trap.

“you’re a fucking sneak.” you breath out moving your hips up and down on her thigh. “don’t know what you're talking about..” ellie whispers, removing her kneee from between you so she could start pressing wet kiss down your stomach.

“fuck i wanna see all of you.” ellie said, tugging your pants and underwear down.

you keep your legs spread for her showing off your glistening cunt. ellie chuckles at you, “what happened to i’m too young for you? hm?” ellie teases, running two of her fingers up your slit.

“i guess all that’s out the window when you need your pussy played with.” ellie smirks grabbing one of your thighs and hooking it over her shoulder. she placed ticklish kisses on the skin. you huffed pushing her head to where you wanted her most.

“ellie quit playing around.”

“don’t worry mommy. i’m going to take care of you.”

she pecks your clit multiple times before sucking on on the bud. you moan throwing your head back as she did her worse on you. she had been waiting to do this for months and you thought she was going to go easy on you? no way.

ellie means slurps and suck on your clit while holding your thigh a tight grip.

“ah ellie.”

you look down watching her head bob in different direction. it was such a sight it made you even wetter. “fuck,” you moan gripped her head pushing her head down closer so her nose brushed against your clit.

“e-ellie!” you cry out feeling her stuff two fingers inside you. she feels inside searching for that one spot..you cry out arching your back..there it is.

ellie massages the spot with her two fingertips watching your eyes roll back and your head digs in the pillow as you cum. ellie groans, taking in the sight.

you start to push ellie’s head away from the overstimulation.

“ellie.” you whine.

ellie pulls away not before giving your clit a quick kiss. moves up to lean over you. “where’d you learn all that?” you ask her.

she laughs, pecking my lips, “ellie, I'm serious.” you say as she looks down at you amused.

“books.” she shrugs, “this old lady had a lot of lesbian smut books laying around…i took all of them. it’s like being exposed to porn at an early age.” ellie said, making you burst out laughing.

“you’re so fucking stupid.”

“shut up.” she mumbles, giving your shiny lips a kiss, “you like it.”

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

THE END BSHAHGTRSSAGHJNVXRHBXER

Sultry | S.B

Paring: Young!Sirius Black X Fem!Lupin!Reader

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

Every sibling had a counterpart. Whether it be one was nice, and one was mean. Or one was smart, and one was incredibly dumb. Every sibling had their contradiction. Remus and Y/n Lupin were no different in the grand scheme of things, but on the outside, they were different people.

Remus wore robes of maroon and gold. Y/n wore robes of green and silver. They were only a year apart, but they were so incredibly different. Remus felt like from the minute she was born, they were meant to argue. Her sarcastic comments were unmatched, and her wit was incredible.

To be frank, it brought great smiles to James and Sirius’ faces when the Lupin siblings got into it. It was undoubtedly funny and incredibly jaw-dropping to watch them argue. It was a constant back and forth argument with how they differed. If one said something snarky, the following comment would be even better.

Sirius had never been on the receiving end of it until he had, and it brought a bright red flush to his face to get told off by the female Slytherin. Now Remus understood what was so fun about watching them argue. Remus and James had never seen Sirius look so flustered before.

This argument was supposed to be no different, “Are you fucking daft?” Y/n retorted, “Merlin, your voice makes my ears bleed.” Sirius muttered.

She quirked an eyebrow, “Does it now? Maybe you should listen to yourself. All you do is blah blah blah. You never shut up.”

“Well, maybe you should shut me up!” Sirius shouted, and Remus stilled, “Should I now?” Y/n approached slowly.

Sirius was quickly backed up against the wall and gulping down breaths nervously, “And what makes you think you deserve that?”

“Cat caught your tongue, darling?” Y/n purred, twisting his tie, “So tough on the outside, but as soon as you get what you want, you can no longer talk.”

Y/n leaned to whisper in his ear, “Maybe I should go talk to Regulus. You wouldn’t like that would you?”

Hands tightened on her waist as he clenched his jaw, making her chuckle, “That’s right. You wouldn’t like that, mm?”

“You forget Regulus is one of my closest friends.” Y/n teased, “Maybe, you’d enjoy the same things he does.”

“What is that suppose to mean?” Sirius growled, “What do you think, love?”

People gathered, watching them do this in the middle of a corridor, “Maybe if you use your words like a good boy next time. I’ll do what you want.”

Y/n pulled away with a wink leaving Sirius speechless and blushing like mad. Remus was appalled. Yes, he knew that Y/n could have any guy she wanted in the castle. That wasn’t new knowledge. But watching it happen, especially to Sirius, was an entirely different process.

“Alright.” James coughed, “Now that we know Sirius has a crush on Y/n and that your sister has slept with Regulus, I think we can move on.”

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

I really hope my mom doesn't know about my Tumblr acc

i’ll be your 1-up girl

ship: kate bishop/fem!reader

summary/request: kate is really close to hitting 1000 subscribers on twitch, and you’re somehow the star of the show. (au where twitch’s terms of service just lets u straight up have sex on camera)

word count: 865

warnings: smut (18+), pillow humping, edging, exhibitionism, sex acts on camera, mentions of other things (bondage, anal, pet play kind of not really?), stupid nerd jokes

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

cute

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

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

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

hallways

marauders x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You said, quickly. Too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a bit tired.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nattiesangel

3 years ago

washing machine heart

ღ warnings: bad writing, that’s all.

ღ pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

you’ve been looking for your hoodie for the past 2 days. You could swear you left in in the laundry pile but when you got back it had been disappeared. Your girlfriend was about to come back from 3 day long mission, oh, how much you.ve missed her. As if she heard you, quinjet landed and your girlfriend came down. You ran to hug her, after a couple of minutes, when you pulled away, you looked down and surprise! She was wearing your hoodie.

“you had that??” She looked down shyly.

“well I wanted to have something that had your scent so that I wouldn’t miss you too much” you grabbed her chin softly and made her look at you. Was she blushing? You made one and only black widow blush?

“well then lets shower, get that blush washed out;)” she hit you playfully and started heading towards the shower.

“WAIT, can we shower together?”

New Neighbor

Pairing: Camgirl!Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: A twist of fate brings you unexpectedly closer to the camgirl you watch twice a week.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda, masturbation, fingering, voyeurism, exhibitionism, toys, dirty talk

A/N: Welcome to my first series! This one will be three parts.

Part 1 of “The Camgirl Next Door” | Series Masterlist

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Truthfully, you don’t remember exactly how it started.

One day, you had inadvertently come across the account of one “Scarlet Witch” on some stereotypical camgirl website and ever since then, you’d found yourself tuned in for every show.

But there was nothing stereotypical about Scarlet Witch herself.

For starters, she was absolutely breathtaking from head to toe, and god, you had seen it all. But she wasn’t just a pretty face - and a pretty body of course - she was so much more.

She never came across as solely performative. Sure, she put on a great show, but it never seemed forced and she was beyond adorable when interacting with her subscribers. It sounded rather silly to say about someone you’d never met, who also did this for a living, but she always seemed genuine.

You’d learned her name was Wanda. She was Sokovian and sometimes her accent came out when she was completely lost in her pleasure, her voice low and raspy. Certain compliments made her blush and when she laughed, her body shook as if she couldn’t contain it.

Everything about her drew you in from that very first show you’d curiously decided to watch. You simply couldn’t get enough of her.

After an especially tough day at work, you were looking forward only to Wanda’s show. You made it home just in time to hastily put together a quick dinner and take a shower before Wanda’s stream started.

Once comfortable in bed, you pulled up her account on your laptop and scrolled on your phone while waiting for the show to start. When Wanda’s endearing nose scrunch graced your screen, your phone was swiftly discarded, your eyes glued to her like always.

“Hi everyone,” she said, sitting on her bed in a black silk robe, hints of red lingerie peeking out through the loosely tied front. She began reading her chat comments as per usual and responding to the warm welcomes.

You sent a greeting with a tip and felt your whole body flush when she responded sweetly to your message.

“Thank you WitchsGirl! I hope you had a beautiful day yourself.”

Even the way she said your username had you practically swooning and you imagined how your real name would sound in that voice you adored so much, sweet like honey but far from innocent.

As the show went on, you sent her a few more tips, one to encourage her to take some clothing off, another to see her edge herself.

You ignored the part of you that knew the real reason you were so generous with your tips was not for your own viewing pleasure. At the end of the day, you wanted her to feel appreciated. And if a small dollar amount could make her smile on a particularly rough day or help her buy that one thing she really wanted, you’d give in every time.

Not to mention, she was amazing at what she did.

Watching her touch herself, listening to her moans, seeing those long, pretty fingers stretch herself out - it made you feel hot all over. It also made your imagination run wild. You wanted badly to be the one getting those reactions out of her.

You thought about her far more than you should’ve, wondering how she liked to be fucked when she was with a partner, how loud she could really get, what positions were her favorites, the list was endless.

And every time you sat there and watched her rub her clit in tight circles, her glistening cunt on full display, juices dripping down her thighs, you couldn’t help but wonder so much about how she would taste.

Would she be sweet, or tangy, or both? Would she let you tease her until she was desperate, or would she grab you by your hair and fuck your face until she was satisfied?

As your mind spun with the possibilities, you were drawn back to the present by the sight of her coming undone on your screen.

She looked like a work of art when she came, with her eyebrows furrowed so cutely, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth hung open in pure pleasure.

The whimpers that left her mouth made you uncomfortably wet and it wasn’t uncommon for you to join her, getting yourself off to the sights and sounds only her show could give you.

You felt a twinge of sadness as she began to say her goodbyes for the night, but you’d see her again in a couple days and you couldn’t wait.

You became especially excited for the next show when she teased that she’d be using toys, blowing a kiss to the camera before ending the stream.

Despite the long and frustrating day you’d had, you fell asleep with a smile on your face and hoped your dreams would be filled with Wanda.

The day of her next show caught up with you before you knew it.

Work was busy, but the good kind of busy, and you arrived home so pleasantly tired each night that sleep came easily.

It was your day off and you were making your morning coffee when you heard some commotion outside. Out of curiosity, since you did live in a rather quiet apartment complex, you decided to see what was going on.

When you opened the door, you gasped at what you saw.

There she was - Wanda, Scarlet Witch, your guilty pleasure - moving boxes into the unit next door.

You couldn’t believe your own eyes. The woman you fantasized about regularly, who had no idea who you were, was… your new neighbor?

A thousand thoughts took over your mind, none of them helpful as she noticed your presence.

She’s even prettier in real life. I’m dreaming, aren’t I? Is she moving in? Oh god, how will I even act around her? Maybe she’s helping someone else move. Maybe she’s not. Her hair looks so soft. And her eyes… they’re the perfect shade of green. Her eyes that are looking directly at me, oh fuck.

“Hi, do you live here?” she asked cheerily, setting down the boxes she was holding.

“Uh, y-yeah… yes, I do.” You wanted to slap yourself for being such a nervous wreck in front of her. “Are you moving in?”

“Yes! Just signed a one-year lease,” she said, before shaking her head. “Sorry, my name’s Wanda.”

She held out her hand for you to shake, the same hand you watched her pleasure herself with twice a week, but you tried not to think about that.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Y/N,” you replied, awkwardly returning the gesture and feeling yourself flush as your hands touched for the first time. “Do you, um, need any help?”

“No, it’s okay! I’m just bringing up some of the important stuff and I have movers helping with the rest, but thank you,” she beamed, appearing truly grateful for the offer.

Doing your best not to let there be an uncomfortable silence, you came up with a friendly response.

“Well, if you need any help, let me know. Or if you have any questions about the place. Anything really!” You rubbed the back of your neck, trying to physically force the nerves out of your body. “You know where I live, so…”

“Right, thank you. I appreciate it,” she smiled. “See you around, Y/N.”

And with that she was collecting her boxes again to take them inside her apartment.

You rushed back inside your own apartment, finally letting out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

See you around, Y/N.

The way your name rolled off her tongue had a smile making its way onto your face, but the other half of her sentence filled you with dread.

See you around. You would be seeing her, she was your neighbor now. You’d barely survived brief introductions with her and you knew this wasn’t the last time you’d have to interact with her.

You were torn between pure joy and crippling anxiety.

And guilt.

You felt waves of guilt hit you as reality settled in. Wanda had seemed so excited to have met her neighbor, someone kind and willing to help. She had no idea you knew her already, and quite intimately at that. You’d seen her fully exposed, you were familiar with how she liked to touch herself, you knew what her face looked like when she was denied an orgasm, and also when she had one. And she was completely unaware of it.

The guilt drove you to miss her show that night.

You couldn’t bring yourself to watch, knowing she was filming it next door, especially knowing that in her mind, you were probably watching television or reading a book to relax for the night, not watching her masturbate on camera.

It didn’t even occur to you that she might’ve been thinking of you that night, her attractive new neighbor, as she clenched around her favorite toy in front of her viewers.

You opted out of tuning in for the next few weeks.

During this time, Wanda had actually taken you up on your offer and had come knocking on your door with questions about the complex.

She tried not to feel bad about bothering you, not when your face lit up every time she stopped by.

Not even when she considered she might just be coming up with things to be confused about so she would have an excuse to talk to you.

You certainly didn’t mind helping her, in fact, those brief moments were the new highlights of many of your days.

The more you saw her, the more you were motivated to stay away from her online activities. Being around her felt way too good for you to mess it up by watching her shows and letting the guilt gnaw away at you piece by piece.

Some nights, you swore you could hear her performances through the apartment walls. With red tinting your cheeks and heat pooling between your legs, you’d put on music to drown out any faint sounds that might make their way over.

It seemed that Wanda wasn’t seeing anyone, which gave you hope. She rarely had people over and the few times you’d run into each other on your way out, she mentioned she was going to see her brother or her best friend, Monica.

You wanted to do this right, despite the occasional nagging feeling that you were lying to her, or at least omitting the truth.

You felt especially bad when you had to feign interest in her work, asking her what she did for a living as if you didn’t already know. She responded saying something about online networking and you bit your lip to hide your smile at her cover.

You knew you were crushing hard, so you tried to live your lie. As much as you really wanted to at times, you didn’t let yourself give into temptation. You didn’t watch her shows.

Until one night, when you received an unexpected email notification.

It was a link for an “exclusive” Scarlet Witch livestream. It wasn’t one of her normal show nights and that piqued your interest.

The email said she would be doing something extra special to give back to the most devoted of her viewers. Your curiosity outweighed your conscience, and you found yourself back on the website you thought you’d left behind.

When she appeared on screen, you felt a mix of guilt and excitement. You had missed seeing her like this, but it also felt wrong and you tried to push that feeling down and just focus on her.

She went through her introductions, saying hello and thank you to viewers as they joined and chatted and sent small tips. You didn’t want to seem cold, knowing you were usually one of her best tippers, so you went against your better judgment and sent in a greeting and a tip as well.

“Welcome back, WitchsGirl, I’ve missed you darling. And thank you for the generous tip,” Wanda said into the camera, flashing a smile. You felt as though you could melt right then and there. She’d noticed your absence all this time and you briefly wondered if just disappearing like that was a dick move; you hadn’t even considered that she would notice, let alone miss you.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Wanda’s voice over the stream.

“So tonight’s show is gonna be a little different,” she started. “I would like to make a private custom video for my highest tipper. Whoever it ends up being, just private message me what you’d like to see in your video and I’ll make your dreams come true.”

Your jaw dropped. A custom video, just for you, for your eyes only.

You didn’t know if it was the overwhelming desire to see her in a way no one else would get to or if it was the jealousy that consumed you at the thought of someone else getting that chance instead, but your mind was already made up.

You knew it was wrong, but you simply couldn’t pass up an opportunity like this.

You started out tipping slowly in smaller amounts, just to keep up with some of the other viewers. But at the end of the show, when she was about to call it, you sent in the highest tip of the night, securing the prize as your own.

“Wow, thank you WitchsGirl, looks like I’ll be making something very special for you!” she exclaimed with a shocked expression on her face, followed by a suggestive smile.

Your heart was beating fast in your chest, and it only worsened when you received a message from her after the livestream had ended.

Let me know what you’d like to see in your video, sweetheart <3

You blushed at the pet name, even though you knew she was really saying it to the anonymous “WitchsGirl” and not to you directly.

You thought long and hard about what you wanted to request, and then it came to you. You remembered seeing something on a website one time - a sizable dark red dildo with a clit-sucking vibrator to match - and thinking of her, Scarlet Witch.

Is it possible for me to buy you something to use for the video?

You nervously pressed send and waited for her response, which came surprisingly fast.

That’s so sweet, I would love that. Just use the “send a gift” link on my page.

You followed the link and purchased the items, smiling to yourself as you imagined her reaction. Would she think it was thoughtful? Would she like the symbolism?

Before you could get too wrapped up in your own thoughts, you decided to message her back.

Ordered, expedited shipping. I hope you enjoy pretty girl.

That night, you fell asleep to thoughts of Wanda, filming something just for you, using the toys you picked out for her to pleasure herself.

Two days later, Wanda received a package.

She knew it was her gift for the video since she wasn’t expecting anything else and she almost couldn’t contain her excitement.

She opened the package enthusiastically and gasped when she saw its contents. She picked up the large silicone cock first, mouth agape not only at the length and girth, but at the deep red color of it. She loved that it was a matching set. She focused her attention on the vibrator next, making a mental note to make sure she charged it or put in batteries, whichever was required.

She set the items down to dispose of the packaging when she noticed something odd. There was a name on the package that wasn’t hers.

It was yours.

She frowned in confusion. Why would your name be on her package? Her mind raced with possible explanations, but she only landed on one that made sense.

But you couldn’t be WitchsGirl, could you?

Sure, she’d caught your eyes lingering on her before and sometimes she wondered if you liked her in more than just a friendly way, but until now she’d assumed it was pretty innocent.

Then she thought about how one of her best and most adoring viewers had disappeared for weeks, ever since… the day she met you.

Oh. It really was you.

Upon this realization, she knew exactly what she had to do.

Later that night, you settled into bed with a cup of tea and a new episode of your favorite show on Hulu waiting for you.

You were about to put it on when your phone chimed with a notification, which you might’ve ignored if the “Scarlet Witch” in the preview didn’t catch your eye.

You opened it up and felt your body heat up at the thumbnail of the video link attached. Any thoughts of doing anything else went out the window and you were already opening the link, ready to see Wanda using the toys you’d bought for her.

A sultry “hi baby” was the first thing you heard when you pressed play and it sent a shock of arousal straight to your core.

You bit your lip at the sight of Wanda sitting atop her bed in nothing but a lacy set of black lingerie, with two maroon-colored items in front of her. You were certain if you could see yourself in that moment, you’d be as red as her new toys.

“Thank you for these, I love them,” she said, running her hands along her thighs. “I can’t wait to fill myself up with this one.” She ran her fingertips along the thick dildo, then moved them to the vibrator, picking it up. “And this one… I bet it’s gonna feel so good on my clit.”

She bit her lip and you knew you were a goner, already clenching your thighs together.

She took off her bra and cupped her breasts, massaging them as she looked into the camera. If you were being honest, it felt more like she was looking into your soul. She pinched and teased straining pink nipples, letting out affected breaths as she worked herself up.

“If you were here, I’d have you suck on them. Just the thought is making me so wet.”

God. You’d heard her talk dirty before, but never to you and you only. You tried to control your breathing as you kept watching.

She teased herself over her panties, stroking her fingers along the front of them before pulling them to the side and exposing her bare pussy. You could tell she was wet from the way the light hit her slick folds and you practically drooled.

She covered herself once more, much to your dismay, but you couldn’t complain when she was hooking her fingers in the top of her panties and pulling them down.

She spread her legs for you, using one hand to spread herself open and give you a better view of her dripping center.

Wanda lazily touched herself for a minute, stroking her clit and dipping her fingers inside of herself, before she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked her digits clean.

“Mmm, I bet you want a taste too, don’t you sweetheart?”

Yes. Please. You wanted to plead out loud as if you weren’t watching a prerecorded video. It almost felt cruel for her to tease you with the prospect of something you’d wanted for so long.

She reached for the vibrator first and turned it on at a low setting. She swiped it through her folds before pressing the suction part to her clit and letting out a shaky moan. “Fuck, this was such a good gift detka.”

You throbbed at her words, especially the term of endearment. You’d never heard her say it on any of her streams before, you weren’t even really sure what it meant, but it aroused you to no end.

She increased the vibrations and started letting out desperate, needy moans, her hips beginning to buck into the toy. She looked like an absolute meal, spread out for you, as she humped against the item you gifted her.

Her eyes were fluttering shut despite her trying to maintain eye contact with the camera and you could tell she was getting close already. Watching her let go and lose herself in her pleasure without the pressure of tippers begging for her to edge or telling her what they wanted to see was heavenly.

“Oh, fuck, do you want-” she cut herself off with a whimper. “Do you want to see me cum like this?” She panted as she spoke, her eyes shut tightly as she teetered on the edge.

You wished you could respond and tell her yes, you wanted to watch her fall apart just like that.

As if she could hear your thoughts, she kept the toy latched onto her sensitive clit until she was crying out. Her body shook as she hit her peak, her hips nearly lifting off the mattress. You were certain you’d soaked through your own underwear at the sight of her riding out her orgasm against the vibrator in her hand, her head thrown back and her face contorted in pleasure.

“God,” she breathed out as she came down from her high. “I’m definitely using this again. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to put it down after that.”

She laughed breathily at her own comment, but your gaze was fixed on the space between her legs, where a string of her juices hung between the toy and her messy pussy. You wished you were there to collect it into your mouth.

“I think I’m wet enough for this one now, hm?” Her words brought you out of your trance and you watched as she replaced the vibrator in her hand with the large dildo you had almost forgotten about.

She brought it up to her lips, sucking on the head for a moment, and then moved it lower. She dragged it through her folds, coating the length of the toy with her arousal. You cursed under your breath - you didn’t think you’d ever seen her this wet.

She teased her entrance with the head of the fake cock, dipping it inside before pulling out again. You looked at her face, almost choking at the sinful gaze she was giving the camera, green eyes dark with lust.

Wanda groaned as she finally pushed the toy inside her aching center, her walls fluttering around the welcome intrusion. Your thighs pressed together tightly at the view of her filling herself to the brim, her chest heaving.

“Fuck, I’ve never been so full,” she whined, adjusting to the size. “It’s so big, you’re filling me up so good.”

You audibly moaned at that, beginning to think that if she kept talking to you that way you’d fall apart without even being touched.

She began slowly pumping the toy in and out of her tight hole, moaning each time it disappeared inside her cunt. You could hear how wet she was, sloshing sounds reaching your ears with every thrust.

“Shit, that feels so good, so fucking good,” she breathed out, increasing her pace. “Maybe next time I’ll ride it for you, would you like that?”

Your heart nearly stopped at her words. Next time?

“Mmm, god, you know what I’m thinking about? You, wearing this, fucking me with it,” she panted out. “Do you want to fuck me slow and edge me all night? Or would you fuck me fast and rough and make me cum?” As she spoke, she began to thrust the toy with more force, her free hand gripping the sheets desperately.

The thought of using the toy on her made you dizzy with lust. You imagined kissing her neck as you pounded into her or laying back as she bounced in your lap, making you beg to touch her.

“I’m so close, detka, oh!” Her eyes slammed shut as the tight coil inside her became almost unbearable. “Fuck, Y/N, right there, I’m-”

Before she could finish her sentence, she came, hard.

She spasmed against the bed, her thighs seeming unsure if they wanted to close or stay open with how violently they twitched. Her moans came out broken, her mouth hung open in a silent scream.

She gushed around the toy, cum spilling out with each thrust as she slowed down her movements.

You felt like the luckiest person on the planet. You were insanely turned on by what you were seeing and hearing through your screen. She looked beautiful in the throes of pleasure, and the way she moaned your name as she hit her peak did unspeakable things to you.

The way she moaned your name.

You hazily registered that she’d cried out your actual name, not your username, but you were distracted as she spoke again.

“That was… fuck,” she said, breathing heavily and attempting to sit up straight. “Thank you for these. I hope you enjoyed your gift as much as I enjoyed mine.” She had a goofy, blissed out smile on her face and you couldn’t help but smile back.

“Goodnight, detka, I’ll be seeing you.”

She ended the video there and everything that had just happened played over in your mind. How were you ever supposed to act normal around her again after this?

Not only that, but she’d moaned your name when she came undone. Was that an accident? Was she thinking about the real you while she touched herself and it just slipped out? Or did she somehow know that the person she was making that for was you?

No, there was no way she could know that.

You mulled it over for a while and decided to sleep on it. Your mind was running in circles and you were exhausted. On top of that, you were still extremely sexually frustrated.

You tossed and turned, attempting to ignore your nagging thoughts brought on by the night’s events. Eventually, you did fall asleep, your exhaustion finally taking over your impeccable ability to overthink.

The next morning, you woke up later than usual, deciding to make breakfast instead of coffee since you overslept.

Spending time in the kitchen with some music in the background kept your mind off of things - thank god, you weren’t quite ready to deal with reality just yet - but a knock at the door interrupted the moment.

You weren’t sure who you were expecting to see, but it certainly wasn’t Wanda, looking adorable as ever in a skirt and black thigh-highs.

“Hi,” you managed, nerves kicking in.

“Hey,” she said, looking at you sweetly with those hypnotizing green eyes. “Sorry if this is weird but I was wondering if you had any honey? I just made some tea and I didn’t realize I ran out of honey…”

“Uh, yeah, I think I do,” you responded, stepping back from the doorway. “You can come in while I look.”

“Sure, thank you.”

You went back to the kitchen, Wanda trailing behind, and began to search the cabinets for wherever you might’ve left it.

“If you don’t have any, that’s fine too,” she said softly.

As you looked around, you didn’t notice Wanda coming further into the kitchen, where she leaned against the counter and looked at you with a smirk on her face.

You located the honey, but the next words out of Wanda’s mouth made your heart stop and the bottle fall from your grasp.

“So, did you enjoy my video, Y/N?”

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