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Happy Accident

Summary: Wanda wishes a little too hard for something that seems impossible.

Wanda Maximoff x F!R

A/N: Probably will add at least two more parts to this. No one asked for this but it's in my head and I need to write it, ok ily all byeee.

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The place isn’t even child proof.

But Laura is away for the day and Clint is over his head with three little mini Bartons running around.

Chaos erupts in the Compound as soon as they arrive, but you’re one of the few people who fully welcome it.

Of course, you love Lila and Cooper, but Nathaniel ends up nestled in your arms as soon as Clint walks through the door.

“I missed you” you say to the baby, kissing everywhere you can and making him giggle, to the point where he drools a little. “Is that a teeth?”

“Yeah, he gets itchy” Clint says, defeated. You’d think that having been through this two times would make him more prepared for the growing pains.

Either way, you’re too entertained with the kids to notice Sam and Wanda coming back from training. Your girlfriend’s the one who comes in first, but she stops abruptly at the sight of Nathaniel in your arms, pointing at every kitchen utensil and clapping when you tell him the names of things.

“Heyo” Sam says, almost crashing against Wanda’s back. “Oh… baby fever, huh?”

“Shut up” she hisses, pushing him away as he cackles. Thankfully, you don’t hear it, registering her presence until she stands next to you.

“Hello, darling”

“Me, or the baby?” you joke, kissing her cheek. You pull away, making a face. “You’re stinky”

“Hey, not nice!” she pinches your side. Lila and Cooper come running to her to ask if she wants to play. “Wanda has to shower. Did you guys have breakfast?”

“We had donuts!” Cooper practically shouts.

“Yeah, I can tell” you mumble, noticing the clear signs of sugar rush. “Ok, while Wanda showers I’ll make some food and we can watch a movie, how about that?”

But Wanda’s still holding on to your waist, enthralled by the way you carry Nathaniel and he makes sounds to all your questions.

“Maximoff” you warn her after she makes no effort to move.

“So bossy” she forces herself to step away, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, well, you like it” you tease.

Of course she does. Wanda can’t get the image out of her head, not even with the warm water of the shower. She gets lost in her reflection as she brushes her wet hair.

Wanda had always wanted a family, but it was different seeing you commanding a small army, while holding a very cute baby and making breakfast like it was just another day, instead of an anomaly of normalcy among the chaos of world saving work.

By the time she’s back in the common area, you’re watching a movie with the kids while they eat pancakes.

“Did you know that octopuses build gardens with stones they find?” Cooper asks while you watch Dory interact with the cranky octopus onscreen.

“Did you know they have three hearts?” you say, eyes glued to the screen as you give a piece of pancake to Nathaniel.

“Did you know…”

“Kid, you’re not gonna out nerd me. I used to drag my parents to the aquarium every weekend” you say, laughing when Cooper huffs and Lila shushes him.

“Very mature” Wanda whispers from behind the couch and you chuckle.

“Eat your food, babe”

“Yes, darling”

As the movie keeps playing, you can tell Nathaniel is staying still, probably ready to take a nap.

“I’ll take him to our room. You gonna be ok with them?” you ask Wanda, and she smiles, nodding as you take the baby in your arms, cooing softly.

I want to make a baby with you.

Her thought is so loud, she’s surprised it didn’t somehow end up on your own mind. But you seem blissfuly unaware, going to your room.

Lila and Cooper are definitely not ready for a nap, looking around to find something to play with. Hopefully, Steve learned his lesson and stored his shield away from kids.

“Movie day and no one told me?” Pietro says, and the kids turn around and scream at him. He does the usual, escaping them with his speed until they’re out of breath, giggling. “Where’s little Pietro?”

“Asleep with Y/N” Wanda rolls her eyes at her brother’s insistence of using Nathaniel’s second name. “I’ll go check on them, you got this?”

“Yeah. We can play basketball. You two against me” Pietro says, and the kids cheer.

Luckily, they take all their energy outside, as their baby brother is fast asleep in your bed. Wanda settles on her side, Nathaniel between you two. She admires his small hand around your finger, and even if the both of you are breathing evenly, at the slighest dip in bed, you can feel Wanda, reaching for her in your sleep.

An hour and a half passes. It’s almost comical how in synch you are with the baby, waking up the moment he does.

“Time is it?” you mumble, yawning.

“Lunch time” Wanda says, kissing your temple as Nathaniel crawls closer to the edge of the bed. You yelp, ready to catch him, but Wanda waves a hand, her magic bringing him back.

“That’s kinda hot” you say, making Wanda blush. “Oh, you’re shy suddenly. What? You don’t wanna make a baby with me?”

“Detka” she warns you, Nathaniel too busy floating around in the air, clapping excitedly as Wanda’s magic keeps him there. You’re about to lean forward to kiss her when there’s a frantic knock at the door.

“Help! Wanda!”

“Pietro?” she jumps off the bed, Nathaniel in your arms as the three of you walk out the room.

“We’re hungry”

“You idiot! I thought something happened!” she scolds him, making the kids laugh. “Oh. Pretend you didn’t hear that, please”

“Nice one, babe” you laugh, kissing her temple. “Come on, I’ll make some sandwiches”

“I’ll take little Pietro” Wanda’s brother says, eager to play with the boy.

“Careful” you glare at him, still holding on to the baby.

“I’m always careful” he snaps back.

“Nu-huh. Last time you were running around with him. And I don’t care if he likes it, it’s dangerous”

“Kids can take more than you think. I fell all the time and I’m fine” Pietro says and you scoff.

“Oh, honey, it’s cute that you think that”

As you walk to the kitchen, you keep scolding him, Lila and Cooper right behind you.

“You ok?” you ask Wanda when she finally joins you in the kitchen. You’re making food, but keeping an eye on Pietro as he lifts Natahaniel. “No throwing the baby!”

“But…”

“Pietro Django Maximoff…”

You’re about to give him an earful when Wanda pulls you against her, lips shutting you up real quick.

“I love you” she says with a look in her eyes you can’t entirely read.

“Well… I… love you too, but, the sandwiches”

“At this point we’re gonna starve” Pietro mumbles, rushing around the kitchen and making sandwiches in a second. “Kids! Food’s ready”

“Come on, let’s eat” she smiles, pecking your lips once more.

“Yeah, ok”

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Wanda throws a punch at the boxing bag, and then another one, until she’s out of breath.

Something’s different, but she doesn’t know what exactly. Ever since that day with the kids, she’s thinking non stop of you, holding a baby, your baby, looking picture perfect.

Kids, running around while you give into the wonderful chaos of domestic bliss, Wanda by your side.

It only got worse after your mission. You’ve been gone for three days, and she can even see it in her dreams. That fantasy, almost too perfect to be possible.

Because it is. You’ve only been together for a year, and Wanda knows she has a long way to go to be deserving of your love.

You, with your perfect record, a loving family, two feet on the ground. Wanda’s the exact opposite, always struggling, always feeling like the other shoe’s going to drop. She doesn’t belong anywhere, and the closest she feels to home is when she’s in your arms.

So, that white picket fence fantasy is just that. A dream. And she needs to wake up.

“What did that bag do to you?” Clint jokes, entering the gym. Wanda laughs, breathless, leaning her head against it to steady herself. “You ok? Did you and Y/N fight before she left?”

“No, it’s not that… I just get restless when she’s not around” she says, and it’s not exactly a lie.

“They should all be back this afternoon. Just in time for Stark’s party” he says, but of course that’s not enough to ease her mind. “Come on, let’s spar. I’ll even pull my punches”

“Oh, sure you will” she laughs.

Even if she knows you’re not supposed to communicate until you’re close to the Compound, Wanda anxiously waits for FRIDAY’s announcement that you’re back from your mission. Barton drags her to the party and she makes an effort to mingle.

But as soon as Steve shows up, she’s running up to him.

“Where is she?”

“Oh, she was taking a shower. Was covered in soot from an explosion…” he waves his hand like it’s nothing, but Wanda’s eyes widen.

An explosion? Are you hurt? Why wasn’t she called immediately to see you?

“Wait, she’s alright! Wanda!” Steve calls for her, but the brunette’s already gone.

“Maybe lead with that next time” Natasha pats his back, smiling.

By the time Wanda arrives to your bedroom, she’s out of breath.

You walk out of the bathroom at the same time she runs into the small place.

“Wanda? Are you ok?” you say, worried when you see how upset she seems.

“Are you?”

“Yes, what do you mean?” you tilt your head, drying your hair with the towel.

“Steve said there was an explosion! Are you hurt? Have you been to the Medbay? We should probably…” she spirals and you pull her hand until she’s looking at you.

“Baby, I’m fine. I was just dirty, you know I loathe to feel dirt in my hair” you sigh, like being in the middle of an explosion is a minor, everyday inconvenience.

“Why didn’t you call me as soon as you got here?” Wanda sits on the bed, only calming down when she sees you acting completely normal, drying the rest of your body and putting on some lotion.

“I knew there was a party. Wanted you to have fun, socialize a little. Honestly, you should go back, baby. I’m probably going to pass out the minute my head touches the pillow”

“I want to be here with you. I missed you” she admits in a low voice, and you drop your towel, not really looking to start anything. You are pretty damn tired and sore, but you’d never tell Wanda that.

She gets a little too anxious and a part of you hates yourself for making her worried.

“You sure?” you turn around, a pair of panties and a t-shirt in your hands.

Wanda snaps her eyes to your face, blushing.

Gotcha.

“Is that why you’re so needy?” you climb into her lap. “Because you were horny”

Wanda’s face rests between your hands, and you don’t give her anytime to reply before pressing her lips against yours.

It’s playful at first, a small, teasing contact that makes Wanda sink in your warmth.

“Where are you going?” you tsk when she makes a move to stand up.

“To get changed. I thought you wanted to sleep”

“Finish what you started, Maximoff” you say, tongue darting out to tease her.

There’s nothing playful about the way she turns you on your back, alternating between kissing and biting your neck and going back to your lips.

It’s surprisingly dominant, the way her tongue invades your mouth. The movement makes you moan, and at the sound, Wanda’s own hips try to find a rythm.

The kiss is how you finally know how much Wanda missed you. It’s frantic and hot, passionate and desperate as she struggles to take her clothes off with one hand, the other pinching your nipple.

“You do remember you have magic, right?” you say when you break apart, out of breath. “Hurry, I wanna feel you inside”

“Detka, fuck” she rasps, struggling to keep from going down on you that very second. Still, she manages to make her clothes go away before leaving a trail of wet kisses down your stomach and all the way to your center.

“Don’t tease” you remind her with a gentle tug of her hair. Part of her wants to, but the minute she tastes you, she can’t stop herself from eating you out like it’s her last meal.

Stretch me out, ruin me.

“Your thoughts are louder than those pretty moans” she says when you look down, frowning because she stopped. Another swirl of magic and the strap appears around her waist. “Hold still”

“Wanda, stop reading my mind”

“I wasn’t reading your mind, malyshka. I can tell by how wet you already are. Be a good girl” she says, settling between your legs.

Wanda aligns the strap with your entrance, but as soon as she pushes forward, an overwhelming feeling throws her off. She can feel you, all of you. Your wet, warm cunt as you swallow her, clenching and waiting for her to bury it to the hilt.

“Why’d you stop? Baby” you whine, looking up at her with tears in your eyes.

“Wait, something’s not…”

But then you pull her towards you, and she can’t think of anything else. She feels too much, pleasure clouding her mind and pushing away the knowledge that something’s not right.

“Fuck” she whispers against your ear when you clench around her. Whatever is happening right now, Wanda can only think of fucking you, until you’re coming all over her.

“Yeah, just like that” you whisper, satisfied when she starts to move her hips against yours. “Fucking me so good, baby”

“You feel so good around my cock” she says through gritted teeth, making you moan at the choice of words.

If only you knew how accurate they are.

“I’m close” you dig your nails in her back, out of breath, chasing your release. Wanda moves faster, hitting deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Don’t you wanna make a baby with me?

When you come, Wanda’s mind is a whirlwind of emotions. Her mind’s fuzzy with the feeling of your cunt squeezing around her, but the pleasure also makes the rest of her thoughts come back like a tidal wave.

You, carrying her baby, raising your family, watching kids grow.

Wanda’s movements falter when she comes, crashing right behind you and falling on top of you.

“Sorry, detka. Are you ok?”

“Whadda ya think, Maximoff” you stretch, smiling lazily. “Sleep”

As promised, the minute you settle in bed you’re fast asleep. Wanda stands up to remove the strap and splash some water on her face.

As she looks at her reflection on the mirror, the woman can’t tell if everything that just happened was in her head.

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The next morning, you make your way to the kitchen, searching for the cookies you hide in a special cabinet.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” Steve says and you look over your shoulder, smiling.

“All good, just a little sore from… uh, the mission”

That’s partly true.

“You get that checked?” he says when you turn back to face him, pointing at your neck.

“That’s not from the mission” you say, taking a sip of your coffee and praying he doesn’t notice how much you’re blushing right now.

But Cap looks even more mortified than you, specially when Wanda goes up to you, smiling as you wink at her. You barely register when he excuses himself, leaving the kitchen in a rush.

“Hey, baby. You sleep ok?” you say, kissing her nose.

“Yeah, now that you’re here” she smiles, but it doesn’t reach her eyes. Part of her is wondering what the hell happened last night. “Was… last night, did you…?”

You tilt your head, curious at her sudden awkwardness. It reminds you of the days when she was new to the team and had no idea how to even talk to you.

“What’s wrong? Did you not like it?” you say, concerned that you did something to make her uncomfortable.

“No! That’s not it at all. I just wondered if something felt… different for you. Not bad, just different”

“Mmm. Nope. I liked you being bossy, though” you kiss her quickly, dragging her back to your room with a smile. “Come on, I’m still tired”

Neither one of you has any idea on how much is about to change.

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Safe with you. | N.R

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI!, readers first time, fingering, praise, aftercare

Word count: 1,9k

A/n: Trying to get through my requests again and found like 4–5 of them were super similar, so here we are. I said it once and I’ll say it again, I’m a huge simp for soft moments and first times.

To anyone scared of showing their body or getting close because of it: You’re not too much, not too little, you’re enough, just as you are. The right people won’t flinch, they’ll adore you. 🫵🏼🧡

You sat curled up under a soft throw blanket, legs tucked underneath you, your head resting gently on Natasha’s shoulder. Her arm was around your waist, holding you like you were the most precious thing she’d ever been trusted with.

Neither of you spoke for a while. The quiet was never awkward with her. It was comfortable, like the silence understood you both. You felt her lips brush the top of your hair, the barest kiss. Then she whispered softly, like she didn’t want to break the calm.

“Can I ask you something?”

You shifted slightly to look at her, already nodding. Natasha’s eyes were so so tender, “Why do you always pull away…when we get close like that?”

You froze, not because she was accusing, but because her voice was so gentle. No judgment. Just love, wrapped in curiosity.

“I’m not upset..” she added quickly, fingers stroking soothing circles on your side. “I just…want to understand you better. I don’t want to cross any lines.”

Your breath caught. She always did that, waited, asked, never assumed. It made you want to cry sometimes, how patient she was with your walls.

“I’ve just…” you began, voice barely above a whisper, “I’ve never done anything like that before. With anyone..”

Natasha didn’t flinch. She nodded slowly, encouraging.

“And I guess…I don’t know. I get scared. I feel like I’m not…enough? Or like you’ll see me and maybe regret loving me.”

Her brows furrowed, just slightly. Her grip tightened around you, not possessive, but protective, like she wanted to shield you from every terrible thought you’d ever had.

“Y/n.” she breathed, moving to cup your cheek. Her thumb brushed your skin, so soft. “You don’t have to give me anything to keep me. I love you because you’re you. Not because of what we do or don’t do.”

Your eyes welled up.

“I think you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.” she whispered. “Every inch of you. And if you never wanted to go further, I would still be the luckiest woman alive just to be yours.” You blinked quickly, trying not to let the tears fall. Natasha kissed your cheek, slow and tender.

“We’ll move at your pace. Always. And if that pace is standing still, then that’s where I’ll stay with you.”

You smiled, finally, soft and watery, but real. You pressed your forehead to hers, nose to nose, hearts completely open.

“Thank you..” you whispered.

She kissed you again, this time longer. “You never have to thank me for loving you.”

The silence between you was different now, warmer somehow. Like something had shifted. Not rushed or forced, just…opened. You were still curled against her, only now your hand had moved. Rested lightly against her chest, fingers barely pressing against the fabric of her soft T-shirt, feeling the steady beat of her heart. She hadn’t stopped holding you close, not once.

“Can I kiss you again?” she murmured, voice no louder than a breath. You nodded, and Natasha smiled like you’d just given her the moon.

This kiss was deeper. Not urgent, but certain. Lips moving slowly, learning, savoring. Her hand slid up your side, fingertips ghosting along the hem of your shirt, pausing.

You broke the kiss, eyes fluttering open, and Natasha’s gaze met yours. “You can stop me anytime. You say the word, we stop. No questions.”

Your heart ached with how gentle she was. “I don’t want to stop.” you whispered. “I just…I’m scared. Not of you. Just- me.”

Natasha leaned in, pressing her forehead against yours again. “Then let me love you gently. No expectations, no pressure. Just you and me.” she whispered. “I’ve got you, detka. Always.”

You nodded and swallowed. Then reached for the hem of your shirt and began to lift it, your hands trembling slightly. Natasha stopped you halfway.

“Let me.” she said softly, her fingers replacing yours. She peeled the fabric up, slowly, reverently, like unveiling something sacred. She tossed it gently aside, then kissed your bare shoulder, then the hollow of your throat. You were shaking, and she felt it.

“You’re so beautiful.” she whispered into your skin. “Every inch. I swear to God, you take my breath away.”

You flushed, instinctively covering your stomach. She took your hands in hers and kissed each knuckle before placing them over her heart.

“Right here.” she said. “Stay with me.”

You did. Her lips returned, trailing over your collarbone, your chest. Her hands worshipped you, fingertips like whispers over your sides, your back. She undressed herself slowly, letting you watch, not to seduce but to share, to be just as vulnerable as you.

When your bra came off, you sucked in a breath, eyes dropping. Natasha cupped your face, pulling your gaze back up.

“There’s not a single part of you I don’t love.” she said. “You don’t have to look away.”

And then she kissed you again, deep, slow, and purposeful. As if to erase every lie you’d ever told yourself about not being enough. Eventually, her hands slid down, brushing the waistband of your underwear. You tensed, and she paused.

“Still okay?”

You hesitated, then nodded. “I want to. With you.”

She kissed your belly, so gently, then slid your underwear down inch by inch. You gasped when you felt the cool air on your skin, but Natasha’s warm hands never left your thighs. She climbed up beside you again, skin against skin, wrapping you in her warmth.

“You’re safe. Right here.” she whispered, brushing your hair behind your ear. “I’ve got you.”

Then her fingers slipped lower, one hand cradling your jaw, keeping you anchored, while the other explored with featherlight touches. She moved slowly, mapping you, learning what made you sigh, what made you gasp.

Then she kissed you again, tender and deep “Take a breath for me.”

And as you did, she slipped a single finger inside. You let out a high, broken whimper, your whole body jerking forward. Eyes wide, mouth falling open. It wasn’t pain, it was too much. Too intimate. Too overwhelming. Like your body had never realized what it was missing until now.

You instinctively tried to close your thighs, but Natasha was already there, pulling you into her arms, cradling you tight.

“It’s okay, malysh.” she murmured, lips against your temple. “You’re doing so well. Breathe for me.”

You nodded, pressing your face into her neck, clutching at her back. She didn’t move yet, just stayed inside you, holding you like you were fragile silk she’d die to protect.

“It’s so much..” you whispered, trembling.

“I know.” she said gently. “You’re letting me in. I know how big that is.”

You exhaled shakily, and after a moment, nodded again. Natasha eased back just enough to see your face, eyes still heavy, lips parted in disbelief. Her own face was glowing with something close to awe. She looked at you like you were a miracle.

She started to move, slow and deep, just enough to make your thighs tense and your eyes flutter closed.

“That’s it.” she whispered, one hand cradling your face, the other still guiding her rhythm. “Let yourself feel it.”

And you did. A gasp fell from your lips, then another. Your legs wrapped around her waist, pulling her impossibly close. Your body was opening for her, welcoming her in, and it felt good , aching and new and good.

She kissed your open mouth as you whimpered into her, swallowing every sound. “You’re so beautiful when you let go..” she whispered against your lips.

Your eyes fluttered open, glazed, breathless and caught the way she was looking at you. She wasn’t just watching you. She was adoring you. Smiling, like watching you unravel under her touch was the most precious thing she’d ever been allowed to see.

“Natasha-” you gasped, your voice cracking. “I-“

“I know.” she murmured, moving just a little deeper, making you arch. “I feel it too.”

Your moans came freely now, your body flushed and trembling under her. Her rhythm stayed soft, deliberate, like she was making love to your soul as much as your body. Your hand reached up, tangling in her hair as she dipped her head and kissed your chest, your shoulder, your neck. “You’re mine.” she whispered. “Every part of you. And I’ll never stop loving you like this.”

And when you finally cried out, every nerve in your body alight, pleasure crashing through you in waves, Natasha held you like you were breaking apart in her arms and she was the only thing keeping you whole. She kissed away your tears. Smiled into your mouth, and whispered, “You did so good, baby. So good for me.”

Your face tucked into her neck, your body still humming from what just happened. Limbs soft, breath shallow. It felt unreal, almost. Not just the pleasure, but the way she’d held you through it. The way she’d seen every part of you and loved you more, not less.

She hadn’t let go once. “Still with me?” she murmured, fingers brushing lazily along your spine.

You nodded, your voice too small to speak yet. You didn’t need to. Natasha always listened to more than just words. She kissed the side of your head, lingering, then whispered, “You were incredible.”

You let out a small, bashful laugh, the sound half-buried in her skin. “I didn’t do anything.”

“You let me love you.” she said. “That’s everything.”

She shifted gently, one arm still holding you close while she reached for the throw blanket at the end of the bed and tugged it over your bare bodies. Her skin was so warm against yours. Her hand found yours beneath the blanket and squeezed it, thumb stroking over your knuckles.

“I’m gonna clean you up, okay?” she said softly.

You nodded again. She slipped away only long enough to grab a warm, damp cloth from the bathroom, her touch never far for more than a few seconds. She knelt beside the bed when she came back, her face calm, focused, so full of tenderness.

She cleaned you with careful hands, whispering soft reassurances the whole time.

“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you.”

“Still the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen.”

“You did so well.”

And when she finished, she climbed back under the covers with you and pulled you straight into her arms like you belonged there, like you always had. You melted into her, your cheek resting over her heart, listening to its steady rhythm. Her fingers threaded through your hair, slow and repetitive, like she wanted to lull you to sleep with love alone.

“Are you okay?” she asked after a while, voice low and careful.

You looked up at her, cheeks warm, but smiling. “Yeah. I think I’ve never felt this…close to someone before.”

Her eyes softened instantly. “That’s because you let me see you.” she whispered. “And I’ve never felt luckier.”

You hesitated. “You’re not…disappointed it wasn’t, you know, more or-”

“Stop.” she said gently, but firmly. “That was everything to me. That was real. It wasn’t about how far we went. It was about you. With me.”

She tilted your chin and kissed you again, soft, slow, and unhurried, just like before.

“I love you..” you breathed against her lips, feeling your chest tighten.

She smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “And I’ll remind you every day until you believe how worthy of that love you are.”

You nuzzled into her, completely overwhelmed in the best way. Natasha pulled the blanket higher around your shoulders, wrapping herself around you like a cocoon.

And with her fingers stroking your hair, her heartbeat steady beneath your ear, and the scent of her skin surrounding you, you finally, fully relaxed. You were safe. Wanted and loved.

And this time, you believed it.

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Proven (Amanda Young x Reader)

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HIHIHI I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM AND I SAW THAT YOUR WILLING TO WRITE FOR AMANDA YOUNG BUT IF YOU DONT FEEL LIKE IT THATS COMPLETELY OKAY ALSO!!

Can you do jealous Amanda x Fem reader? Somewhere around reader and Amanda having a complicated relationship and reader is an apprentice. Another apprentice flirts around with reader and Amanda doesn’t like it at all :$ Also some NSFW but if your not in the mood for it you don’t have to add it!

I hope you have an amazing day 😋😊

I love writing for Amanda!!!! I'm so happy to be getting more fem requests because I am a gay mf. Anyways on with the story.

-In the event that Michael Marks survived, he has became an apprentice. Michael Marks. Yknow, the key in the eyeball guy. So, let's begin.

A Deeper Understanding

Warnings: Literally nobody getting along, Jealous!Amanda, Cursing, Threatening, Fingering, Domish!Amanda, Getting Caught

John Kramer had collected quite the assortment of a team. He hoped at least one of you would continue his legacy perfectly. He'd make sure before he died that he'd live on through the lot of you. You were all currently at the workshop, bullshitting about random tests and other people you were interested in "helping". There was about four of you there, Dr. Gordon couldn't make it, like usual. Michael Marks had been your second choice, Gordon has always been your first.

His eyes traveled down your body, a look that made you feel a certain type of way, not a good way. He was your partner though, so you gave him the benefit of the doubt. "I'm glad everyone is here," John smiled a thin smile, Jill stood across from him, eyes trained on his every move. You knew that it'd been hard on her since his diagnosis. "I need your help with the scalping seat, I'm not sure it'll get done on time." He took a pause, "I've had some other things to tend to, my apologies."

He hadn't been looking at you, you weren't the mechanic of the group. John looked to you for ideas for traps. You had a knack at creating a symbolic test, one which would change the looks of the masses. Michael stepped forwards, eyes lingering on you for too long for someone who had just needed to build a trap. "I used to work as a car technician before Homeward Bound," He said, bending down and looking through the gears. "Unless Hoffman can do better." Hoffman wasn't much for Michael, he stayed silent.

"Nobody wants you to touch anything, you hardly beat your test. I don't know why John even wants you here because you're obviously not even serious about him." Amanda stood from her spot near John, she walked forwards and towered over Michael- only for Michael to size her up. "What are you even talking about?" He barked, his chest puffing. "Amanda calm down, we need to finish this trap. Brenda's test is what matters." John corrected her, his composure was always impenetrable. "No John! Have you seen this guy? He's been eye-fucking Y/N since we got here!"

Amanda's fists clenched as she yelled back at John. She seemed ready to blow a fuse, and you were thankful for it. "As far as I am concerned, He has not said anything to Y/N that has made her uncomfortable." "But-" "No, we'll deal with him later, we have to focus on the contraption now, we'll deal with him later. I need you to act level-headed if you're going to carry out my legacy." Amanda huffed, speeding past the group and into the hallway. "Amanda!" You yelled after her, jumping down from the table and following after her.

You found yourself in a grimy hallway, off to the side was an opening to what you presumed was where Amanda had went off to. You stepped forward, watching as the curtains to the archway swayed back and forth. "Amanda?" You called, and she opened the swaying curtains as you stood in front of them. "Finally got enough of Mr. Fuck-me eyes?" You shook your head. "We're not... doing anything." She nodded, stepping away to move back to a decaying workstation. You saw she had her reverse bear trap on the table, she seemed to be fixing something wrong with it.

"What are you doing to it?" You wondered, she glanced over at you for a moment. "John gave it to me to fix, fucking Hoffman took it somewhere and it broke." She gulped. "I hate this thing, but I'm about finished." Amanda was grumbling as she fixed her trap, she seemed elsewhere and you could tell that this was a coping mechanism for her. "What's wrong?"

She turned to you, and with a sigh she sneered. "I just don't understand why Michael is even here, he hardly completed his test and he's an asshole y'know?" Her voice elevated, and she turned towards you. "He's awful and I just don't understand why he can't leave you alone!" Your cheeks flushed, eyes widening as she stared right at you. "Uh-" But you cut her off, hands coming up to hold her face. It happened to turn out that she would be the one to press forward and kiss you. She only let it escalate from there when her hand moved to reach under your shirt and pull you flush against her chest.

Her nails dug into the plush of your stomach skin when she picked you up and placed you on the workbench, shoving the bear trap off to the side. Amanda placed kisses on your collarbone as you worked to pull your shirt off, and in the heat of the moment she found herself dizzy with lust. She had been dreaming about this moment since you joined the group, and she thought she might've entered her dreamworld when you finally got your shirt off. "You're fucking perfect," She mumbled, the androgynous tang of her voice flowed through your core and straight between your legs. You opened them right up.

Amanda leaned forward, tongue landing flat on your nipple and sucking at it until it pressed hard against the pad of her tongue. With her left hand, she groped you passionately, and she praised how you fit in her hand perfectly. You had leaned forward and pressed a kiss on the top of her head as she pushed your skirt up and over your ass, eager to get where she had wanted to touch most. You blessed her with it, gripping the edge of rotten wood when she hooked her long fingers inside your heat. "Shit..." She mumbled, her left hand dropping your tit to push you back by the stomach. You stumbled back against the wood with a whine, biting onto your left hand as the other gripped her wrist.

Amanda watched with an intense gaze as you moaned into your hand, she was more than interested, her left hand moving to rub circles on your clit as she fingered you. Your hips pushed against her fingers, desperate to feel more of her as she pleasured you- you knew her thoughts of Michael Marks were gone by now, her gaze enraptured by the way your cunt sucked her in. She felt herself becoming devoted as she listened to the gasps and whimpers you released of her name- you felt the same.

She began to kiss your hips as your legs shook around her fingers and your whines became more noticeable. Amanda gathered she had to be doing something right, her ego inflating as you rode her hand. "You're doing so well Y/N," She whispered, the fingers on your clit speeding up. You cried out, "I'm so close..." yelping when she pushed her fingers deeper and shushed you. You felt your insides clench and twitch, legs spreading wider as you held her wrist against your sex- whining out a flurry of "Thank yous," While you finished on her hand.

Finally, you leaned back down, huffing against your hand. You reached out to maybe grab her, and she reached to pull her shirt off. Unluckily, she didn't make it far when you heard Michael open the curtains, halfway through his sentence. "I'm sorry Amanda, I didn't- oh!" His eyes landed on you, and you yelped, flailing to cover your body as he stared.

Amanda's lip twitched in annoyance, pulling your skirt down with a little bit of attitude. You knew it wasn't directed at you though. "If you do not get the fuck out of my office, I will literally blow your brains out Michael."

And he turned around, scurrying down the hallway. Amanda turned back to you, giving you a happy kiss on the lips. "Maybe we can arrange a date this week?"

[stephanieromanoffnsfw]

Too Late I'm Dead

After rushing out from a Jigsaw survivors meeting, you meet another survivor who isn't exactly intent on attending group therapy. A companionship blossoms, and then a friendship. And then, something else.

Rating: Explicit, NSFW 🔞 Fandom: Saw Pairing: Amanda Young x AFAB!Reader Word count: 5.1K Content warnings: Gore, mentions of self-harm (both in the Jigsaw trap context and the more typical context), trauma, PTSD, angst, discussions of disability (since a lot of Jigsaw traps are disabling), Saw is its own warning, smoking, alcohol consumption, flirting, kissing, making out, biting, vaginal fingering, friends to lovers, as is Saw tradition gay shit goes down in the bathroom, reader is AFAB but gender neutral AO3 link: Here

Author's Note: And here’s Blood Fest Week 3, with the keywords “twisted” and “fixation” and the prompts “traps” and “rage”!! “Traps”, of course, got me thinking about Saw. And since I’m down terribly bad for Amanda and have seen appallingly few fics for her…. well, why not? Underrated characters are kind of my signature anyway. Hope y’all enjoy! <3

“Hi everyone. My name is Brandon and…. I’m a Jigsaw survivor.”

A subdued chorus of Hi Brandons echoed around the small church room. You barely even bothered to mouth the words. The gesture felt about as empty as the tipped over plastic water bottle you’d discarded by your chair some time ago. There was coffee at the sad makeshift snack table too, as well as a box of pastries that looked a few days past their prime, but you figured you didn’t need the caffeine to make you any more jittery than you already were. Your leg was bouncing enough as it was.

“It’s been about a year since uh. Well.” Brandon smiled nervously and made a vague, fluttery gesture with his hands. “Well. You know.”

A quiet, obligatory response from the other people – a murmur, a nod of heads. You stared at your bouncing knee.

“I’ve made great progress with my recovery. My knees have healed really well. I can fully walk on them again, even run if I’m careful. My dog Rex doesn’t really like it when I’m careful though.” He laughed fondly. A couple others offered the obligatory chuckle. “They hurt if I get too eager with stairs. Or if it’s too humid. But it’s going really well. I’m really, really proud of the progress I’ve made.” He nodded, as if assuring himself.

He’d had to break both his knees in order to get out of his trap. Was in a wheelchair for months and only recently started moving around without it. Or so you’d been told.

You weren’t sure you’d be able to break your own knees.

“Somedays, though.” Brandon looked away from the loose circle you all formed. Blinked rapidly. “Somedays, it feels like I haven’t made any progress. Somedays it’s hard. Really hard. And it feels like I didn’t survive that trap. Or if I did, some part of me got left behind.”

Everyone else was nodding, some with sad, understanding smiles on their faces. Your own pulse thundered in your ears like a distant, approaching storm.

“It’s really hard to have hope on those days, but…. what else can I do?” He shrugged, a helpless smile on his face. “Give up? Wallow around in my own misery? I can’t live like that. No one can live like that. Not forever. You just have to choose. You have to make a choice, just like the choices we made to be here. You have to choose to live. You have to choose hope. Or else you just can’t survive.”

You shot to your feet, heartbeat pounding in your ears, chair scraping back. Every face in the room turned to look at you. The church felt too small. Your ribs felt too tight. You felt too…. seen.

Who was he to judge you for wallowing in what you’d fucking gone through?

You spun around and bee-lined for the exit.

The cool city air against your face was a relief as you barged through the church’s double doors. But you stopped in your tracks as you spotted someone else already there. A woman was sitting on the church stairs. She twisted around, eyebrows raised and half-hidden by the choppy, irregular bangs across her forehead.

“Uh. Hey,” you said, somewhat awkwardly.

She paused, as if uncertain. Of what? You weren’t sure. “Hey,” she eventually said back. Then, after another pause, she twisted further around, a frown crossing her features. “Is the meeting over?”

“No. I just needed some air.” Fuck, you needed something to calm yourself. You dug around in your jacket pockets until you found a lighter and a cigarette. “Um. Do you mind if I…?”

She stared at the cigarette in your hand with an expression you couldn’t quite decipher, but eventually shook her head no. You internally shrugged and lit up. The first drag uncoiled the tension that had built up in your muscles, and you breathed the smoke out on a relieved sigh.

The woman glanced between you and the church doors. “Having fun in there?”

Did she know? The place didn’t exactly advertise, but it wasn’t exactly a secret either. You scanned her face. She looked vaguely familiar, but you couldn’t quite place her. Had you seen her in the meetings before? “Oh, yeah, lots. You know. Fun therapy shit.” Supposedly, anyway. It was supposed to be some sort of Alcoholics Anonymous shit, but instead it was for the few survivors of an active fucking serial killer. Jigsaws Anonymous or whatever the fuck.

“Must be going well if you’re out here,” she said dryly, resting her chin on a propped-up fist.

You shrugged, taking another drag. “Well…” Did you really want to tell her about how Brandon’s words had hit just a little too close to home? How they’d made you feel too small, as if the sticks you’d used to prop up your fragile post-trap reconstruction of the world had suddenly snapped, and the weight of it all was now bearing down on you? She was a stranger waiting outside the church. She could’ve been some Jesus freak for all you knew.

Not that she really looked like one. Not with the sheer red shirt over a black bra and fishnet undershirt, or the combat boots, or the sheer exhaustion around her eyes.

She looked less like a Jesus freak and more like you did on the days you could bear to look in the mirror.

So you just shrugged again. “It can be a lot,” you said. “What about you? What’re you doing out here?” You hesitated. “There’re still seats open if you wanted to…”

“No thanks. I’m good.” She offered you a close-lipped smile. “I’ve heard enough of the sob-stories.”

Yeah. You could understand that.

She didn’t look like she was going anywhere, and you didn’t exactly have plans of your own. So you gestured to the stairs next to her. “Mind if I sit?”

“Be my guest.”

You sat to her right so the wind wouldn’t blow cigarette smoke into her face. The smooth grey stone steps were wide enough that it didn’t feel quite so awkward sitting in silence together. Even though you could feel her analyzing you as you took another puff.

You blew the smoke away and smirked dryly at the cigarette. “Think Jigsaw’s gonna put me in another deathtrap for smoking?” You ignored the tightening in your chest as you said the words. Ignored the tremor of unease. Surely it wouldn’t be enough. Surely lightning wouldn’t strike twice.

“He wouldn’t do that.” She said it with such simple certainty, as if it was an inarguable fact. Even still, you found yourself stubbing the cig out and searching for a trash can to toss it into. You didn’t want to just flick it into the grass. Maybe Jigsaw would get you for littering. Maybe he was really passionate about saving the planet.

Who needed to be God-fearing with the possibility of Jigsaw watching your every move?

You shook the thought off. Introduced yourself to the woman. You smiled awkwardly. “Um. I’d offer you my hand but my, uh–” Personal hell “–Trap involved a hand thing so. I’m not a big fan of handshakes these days.” It had taken a long time for the nerves to repair themselves in your hand. A long time and a shitton of agony and medication and physical therapy. You still hadn’t totally gotten rid of the tremor. Fine motorskills were still harder than before.

Before. That.

But the woman just gave a rueful, understanding sort-of smile. Funny how people smiled so much in the presence of trauma and pain. “Amanda. I still have trouble going to the dentist sometimes.”

Shit, that’s where you knew her from, wasn’t it? You’d heard of her, read about her before, seen a clip of her punching a journalist square in the nose when she tried to follow her. All the photos you’d seen had been such shit quality that you hadn’t recognized her immediately.

Amanda Young. The person who killed a man and rummaged around his guts to free herself from the machine hooked into her jaws. The first person to walk away from a Jigsaw trap. The first survivor. In a weird, fucked up way, it was almost like meeting a celebrity. A celebrity for the most depressingly specific thing possible.

You weren’t sure whether it would make things weird to bring that up. So you just nodded. “So. What’re you doing here then? Are you waiting for someone?”

“Mm no, not really.” Amanda scraped at the chipped black polish on her nails. “I just like to come here sometimes.”

You stared at her. Something about her reminded you of a deer, twitchy and ready to bolt at the slightest sign of danger. Or maybe not a deer. Deer looked like they’d snap in half if the wind blew too hard. Amanda…. did not. She was twitchy, but for some reason you got the feeling that she was just as likely to start kicking as she was to start running

Permanently caught between fight or flight.

You went with freeze, yourself. Or wallow, as Brandon had put it. Anger and embarrassment burned against your ribs.

“Hell of a place to visit.” You weren’t sure if you meant it as a light-hearted joke or a deadpan remark. The words came out somewhere in between.

“You’re one to talk.” She finally turned to you. It was the first time she’d actually met your eyes, you realized. “You actually believe all this bullshit?” she asked, gesturing to the church.

“Not really,” you admitted. “My therapist wanted me to go. Said it would help me to be around others who understand what I went through. That it would help me get closure or something. I didn’t want to. But he insisted.” You shrugged. He’d pestered you about it until you finally gave in a few weeks ago. He thought it would be good for you. Would help you heal. Really, it just made you want to fling yourself out of one of the church’s fancy stained-glass windows.

Amanda gave a derisive snort. You almost took offense until she said, “Half of the time these therapists don’t even know what they’re talking about. It’s a bunch of bullshit, too.” She propped her cheek on her fist again, giving you a side-long grimace. “People don’t change until they have to. Or until they’re forced to. A bunch of psychoanalyzing isn’t going to do anything.”

You…. strongly disagreed. But the slim scar peeking out from her sleeve kept you from saying that. “Bad experience with a therapist?” you asked, flicking your gaze away.

“It never really worked for me.”

“What did?” you asked cautiously.

She paused. Thought about it. Stared at you with an intensity that had you wondering what the hell was going on inside her head. Until eventually, “Jigsaw.”

You blinked. Stared. Tried to figure out how to respond to that.

She thought…. Jigsaw helped?

You didn’t want to judge. Fuck, that was exactly why you’d stormed out of the church. You were self-aware enough to realize that. Different things worked for different people, and different people responded to trauma in different ways, but….

The church doors squealed open. You both shot to your feet and turned around. Your fellow Jigsaw Anonymous members were leaving, the meeting over, spilling out from the doors with all the speed and excitement of molasses being poured out from a jar. You stepped to the side to let them come down the stairs. Amanda did the same, arm brushing yours, and you wrestled the urge to jerk away. You weren’t sure of the last time you’d actually touched someone, or the last time someone had touched you, aside from the gentle but coldly professional hands of doctors and emergency personnel. It was as startlingly foreign as it was familiar.

Amanda seemed completely unaware of your clashing emotions as her gaze locked onto something. You followed her stare to Brandon slowly making his way down the steps. A man with sandy-blond hair and a cane was with him, chatting, the both of them completely oblivious to either of you.

Did she know them? She was staring at them with such an undecipherable intensity and it was the only explanation you could think of. You glanced at the two men again, then back at Amanda. No… she wasn’t staring at them. She was staring at the blond man specifically.

It really wasn’t any of your business, but you couldn’t help but ask, “Do you two know each other?”

“Sorta,” was as much of a response as you got.

Once Brandon and the man reached the bottom of the ramp and went separate ways, Amanda turned back to you. It was just the two of you on the stairs now. And it was a little embarrassing how flustered you were just by her proximity. For fuck’s sake, you didn’t even know her.

Maybe your therapist was right. You did need to get out and be around people more. So you could remember how to fucking act normal again.

“Well.” Amanda bumped her arm against yours again. This time deliberately. You were pretty sure the facial expression you made was not a normal one. “See you round.”

Then she shoved her hands into the pockets of her cargo pants, hopped down the steps, and just. Walked away. You stared after her for longer than necessary.

She was impossible to get a read on. Weirdly confrontational, weirdly evasive, and weirdly magnetic anyway.

You kind of hoped you’d see her again.

She didn’t appear for the next few meetings you obligatorily dragged yourself to. It wasn’t until about a month later that you found her sitting out on the steps again. When you, again, had rushed out to clear your head when the room got too small.

“Hey stranger,” she said, tone somewhere close to teasing. It made you smile. Just a little.

“Hey,” you replied, approaching the stairs. And again, you gestured to the space beside her. “Mind if I join you?”

“Be my guest.”

And so you developed a bit of a routine. She appeared on the steps about once a month, for a reason she never shared and that you never really minded. You would sit on the stairs with her, and the two of you would shoot the breeze. It was a comfortable, casual companionship born from a common factor and convenience. It was never anything very deep. Neither of you were there for therapy, not really. You kept it light, casual. That was the point, wasn’t it?

At least until one day when Amanda was standing by the stairs before the meeting had even started. You didn’t bother to hide your surprise as you approached her and exchanged your usual heys.

“You coming in today?” you asked.

“No. I thought we could head somewhere else.” She tilted her head at you. There was a playfulness to her expression, her smile. A playfulness that made you both a little bit cautious and a little bit excited. “Somewhere a little more fun. Unless you want to stay here. For therapy.” She pointedly lifted her eyebrows at you as she said therapy.

You glanced at the church doors behind her. Really, talking to her about anything but the fact that you were both Jigsaw survivors had done a lot more for you than going to these stupid fucking meetings had.

“Only if you promise not to put me in a death game for smoking,” you joked. Or tried to, at least. It really wasn’t that funny. You winced at yourself. But Amanda, to her credit, just linked her arm through yours. You almost preened at the friendly touch.

“Deal,” she said.

She ended up taking you to a bar. A gay bar, more specifically. You were a bit surprised she’d clocked you so easily but never said a word – but then again, neither had you about her. So you supposed you couldn’t be too surprised.

From there, your casual companionship escalated into something much more like a genuine friendship. You got to know each other properly. You talked about your personal lives and hobbies and interests. You even talked a little bit about Jigsaw, and everything after that. You told her how you’d been struggling with insomnia and how you’d lost your job when you stopped showing up. Because of, y’know, being stuck in a deathtrap. And being too terrified to set foot outside your door for a while after. You told her about the new job you’d gotten and struggled to adjust to. And you told her about your hands.

Nails through the palms Jesus-style. Because according to the hoarse voice on the tape that now haunted your nightmares – “Idle hands are the devil’s workshop”. She’d winced as you told her the story one evening. You’d winced as you’d recollected it. The pain shooting through your fingertips, up your arms, into your very fucking bones. The squelch of blood and muscle, the way you hadn’t been able to stop from screaming or the tears from spilling as you twisted and ripped your hands free of the metal spikes.

It was a miracle they didn’t introduced any infections into your bloodstream, the doctors had told you. A miracle.

You told Amanda how your hands still shook, were still a bit weak. How some days they were worse and some days they were better. And how fine motor skills had become hard now, whereas before you’d taken them for granted. God, had you taken them for granted. You’d been able to write your name, use a knife and fork, all that shit, so damn easily.

It had taken a lot of getting used to.

Amanda has just listened and nodded her head. Understanding. Not offering the grating sympathy people so often flung your way, all the while looking uncomfortably unsure of what to do with your presence and your hands and your experience and your trauma. But Amanda understood. Because of course she did. She knew what you’d been through and where you were coming from.

And she’d even smiled a bit mischievously, glancing down at your hands on the bar counter, and said, “Well, if you ever need help with anything, I’m pretty good with my hands. I could always lend a finger or two.”

Maybe it was the little smirk on her face, the glint in her eye when she said it. Maybe it was the loneliness and then the sudden friendship. Or maybe you’d just been a little too buzzed, but her words had remained lodged in your mind as you tried to go to sleep that night.

Amanda had shared things about herself, too, in the time you’d spent together. It had taken a little longer for her to open up – she was a bit slower, a bit more cautious. She seemed a lot more eager to listen than to do the talking. And you couldn’t fault her for that. But eventually, you learned that she worked as a mechanic, knew a lot about fixing and building machines and shit like that. She had a pet guinea pig that she’d acquired entirely by accident. His name was Pigeon. Her favorite color was red, her favorite bands were Nine Inch Nails and Hole, and her favorite movie was The Princess Bride. Her dad was a piece of shit she hadn’t seen in over a decade, and her relationship with her mom was strained at best. She was an only child.

You’d also learned more about her Jigsaw trap. How she’d become a drug addict in prison, how she’d woken up in a Jigsaw trap for it. How the little puppet with swirls on its cheeks had rolled out of the darkness on a tricycle and told her that she’d survived. And how she’d ended up in a trap a second time, a hellish prison of a house with several other people, most of whom had died.

The news had nearly brought your drink back into your throat. Lighting did strike twice after all. He did pick the same victims more than once.

God, maybe you really did need to quit smoking.

Amanda had placed her hand on your arm. Touch gentle but grounding all the same. And she’d assured you that that wouldn’t happen to you, Jigsaw wouldn’t choose you again. He had no reason to. She said it so confidently, and you so desperately wanted to believe her. That you wouldn’t be taken a second time. Or that she wouldn’t be taken a third. Not that she seemed too concerned about it.

That was the strange thing about her. When she told you about what had happened, she stared down at the counter. Her hands shook a little bit. The memory terrified her.

And yet…. she had this fixation on the idea that Jigsaw had helped her. The trap had gotten her off drugs. It had put her on a completely different path in life. Rather than dying from a drug overdose, she’d gotten clean. He saved me, she’d said, eyes wide and earnest and afraid.

You’d fought against the urge to argue that, to say No, he didn’t save you, he almost killed you. The idea of Jigsaw possibly helping – all while you struggled to sleep and were plagued by nightmares as you did, while you struggled to make your handwriting legible, while you fought the urge to bolt back home as soon as the sun started lowering in the sky? The idea felt like swallowing glass.

Had Jigsaw ever made anyone do that?

But you didn’t say any of that to her. People dealt with trauma in different ways. You supposed this was just her way of dealing with it. And it wasn’t really hurting anyone, so who were you to judge?

It certainly didn’t stop you from going to the bar with her regularly. It didn’t stop you from laughing with her, from getting close to her both emotionally and physically till the edge of your seats were almost touching and your arms were practically interlinked.

It didn’t stop the spark of warmth in your chest when she offered a genuine smile. Or the electric feeling that shot through your veins when she traced her fingers over your knuckles one night, after the conversation had lulled and your drinks had gone lukewarm.

“I wanna try something,” she said, voice soft enough that you would’ve missed it had you not been sitting so close your thighs were pressed together.

Eye contact right now would’ve been like staring into the sun. So instead, you stared at her hand on top of yours. Her knuckles were scratched up as if she’d gotten into a fight. “Sure,” you said slowly. “What did you have in mind?”

Amanda turned to you. You cautiously met her gaze. Christ, it really was like looking at the sun. Warm and beautiful but intense. Burningly intense.

Confusion turned to shock as Amanda hooked two fingers into the neck of your shirt and tugged you closer till her lips were hitting yours. You must’ve made a noise of surprise, because she drew away almost immediately. It was all you could do not to chase her and ask why did you stop? A small crease appeared between her eyebrows and she opened her mouth. And God for a second you thought she was going to apologize, when in fact she really didn’t need to because holy shit.

“Oh thank fuck,” you blurted. “You were flirting with me.”

Concern turned to surprise. Then Amanda laughed, the sound pure relief. “Yeah, I was. Did it take you that long to figure it out?” she teased.

“Uh.” Your face warmed. “Maybe.”

She grinned, then grabbed you by the shirt and kissed you again. Gentle but insistent. Her other hand curled around your nape. You didn’t know what the hell to do with your own hands until one curled around her back and the other ended up braced against the bar counter.

The bar counter. Right. You were very much in public. Sure, it was a queer bar, but it was still public.

So you reluctantly pulled away. Amanda looked confused for a moment before you said, “Hey, maybe we should… do this somewhere else?”

She blinked at you. Then, wordlessly, she wrapped a hand around your wrist and pulled you off your seat. She dragged you past the other patrons and tables – it was a quieter night, so you didn’t have to fight through a sea of people – and pushed through one of the bathroom doors, yanking you in with her and locking the door behind you.

“There,” she said. There was a look to her eyes, a look that made your heart stumble and your entire body go warm. “We’re somewhere else.”

This time when she kissed you, you let her fully take the lead. You slid your arms around her and melted into the kiss, sighing against her. It just made her more eager. She prodded at your lips with her tongue, slipped inside with a sweet little moan that had your heart racing. Sent your head spinning. You backed up till you hit a wall, dragging Amanda with because fuck you weren’t breaking this kiss. Not as she was getting to know you with her teeth and her tongue. She tasted like alcohol and peaches, smelled of loam and sweat and faintly of men’s store-brand bodywash. It was heady, intoxicating. Addicting.

Her hands slipped under your shirt. You shuddered at the exposure to the overly air-conditioned bathroom. Shuddered harder at her warm touch roving across your skin, the slight drag of fingernails over your stomach. Amanda broke the kiss with a wet smack as your muscles tensed underneath her.

“You’re so cute,” she teased. She dragged her fingernails over your skin again with just a little more pressure. You arced into her touch. Fuck. Fuck.

You wished you could come up with some kind of response. Something to convey just how much you were aching for her, both emotionally and physically. How badly and how deeply these emotions were running through you. But words were currently beyond your grasp.

Amanda leaned in and nibbled at your neck as her fingers slid past your waistband and teased the edge of your underwear. You clamped your teeth down on your bottom lip. Heat swirled through your veins, in your stomach, at the base of your spine. You moved your hips a little, just a little, to urge her on. Nails dug into the soft flesh there. A whimper escaped.

“Mandyyyyyyy.”

“Yeahhhhhhh?” She was all mischief and smugness as she looked back up at you. It just made you more desperate.

“Mandy. Please?” You gave her your best pleading look.

“You’re so impatient.” She said the words lightly, playfully. But she must’ve been impatient too, because she was pushing your underwear down. When her fingers brushed against your clit, you gasped and dropped your head back against the wall. Fuck, God, yes, right there –

“You sure you only just figured out I was flirting with you? You seem pretty fucking wet already.” She punctuated her words with a slide of her fingers against you. Because yeah, you were fucking wet. It would’ve been a little humiliating if you weren’t so achingly desperate for her touch.

“Yeah, well.” You drew in an unsteady breath as she circled your clit. A teasing touch that wasn’t quite enough. Fuck, it was impossible to form a coherent thought. “You’re just…. really fucking hot.”

It was hardly eloquent. But her breath puffed against your neck in a laugh. And you figured it would do for now.

She kissed the hollow of your throat, firmly rubbed her thumb against your clit. You practically bucked against her. Her other hand hooked under one of your thighs and lifted, and you threw your leg around her waist. Let out a moan at how it changed the sensation. “Yeah, like that,” Amanda breathed. “Just like that.” She said it as if you were touching her, as if she wasn’t the one doing all the work, wasn’t the one making you writhe and whimper and leak over her precise fingers.

Christ, you hadn’t felt this good in a while.

The pace was languorous, exploratory, testing what made you shiver and dig your nails into her shoulders and gasp for breath. As if she was intent on taking you apart and finding out exactly what got you going – a machine to figure out and put back together. Slowly, slowly, but in a way you savored, you felt the tension inside of you building up and coiling tight like a spring. You were quivering. Your clothes clung to your sweat-sheened skin. The music spilling into the bathroom from the bar wasn’t quite enough to cover the ragged breathing and wet, rhythmic noises, and it just made the whole thing feel even dirtier. Especially with how Amanda was panting against you, as if she was getting off just from you getting off and fuck it made you clench.

When she picked up the pace, you weren’t able to stop the gasps and moans that spilled out of you, the way you panted and pleaded her name. The sound of her fingers squelching against you had you burning. And when your release hit you cried out, clenching, shaking, clinging to Amanda’s shoulders and digging your nails in as you rode out the high. She didn’t stop, didn’t relieve the pressure against your clit. White hot pleasure burned through your body till tears pricked at your eyes. Distantly, she said something. Soft, sweet words that didn’t quite reach your ears as they rang from the intensity of your orgasm.

She only stopped when you went limp against her. Only pulled away from the mess you’d made – that she’d made too, really – to wrap her arms around your hips and kiss you, deep and slow, as if trying to commit you to memory. You lazily brushed your tongue against hers. Your muscles felt like taffy, worn out in the best way.

“You were right,��� you said when you parted. “You really are good with your hands.”

Amanda grinned so widely and genuinely that you couldn’t stop yourself from capturing her lips again. Fuck. You might’ve been a little bit in love. Or maybe that was the post-sex endorphins talking. You weren’t sure. You didn’t particularly care either way.

“I think I owe you an orgasm,” you said.

Amanda brushed her nose against yours. For the first time since you’d met her, she actually seemed truly, fully relaxed. As if she’d properly lowered her guard just now, just in this moment, just for you. “Maybe next date.” The words sent a flutter through your chest. Next date. There’d be a next date. “But first,” she said, moving away to grab some paper towels, “we gotta get you cleaned up.”

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gf amanda headcanons <3

nsfw under cut

very touchy feely. always touching you, needing to have some type of physical connection to you. whether it’s holding hands or just simply brushing against you, she has to have some type of physical contact

very attached, sometimes a bit paranoid… she trusts you won’t leave her or cheat on her and she knows you love her unconditionally but she’s just a bit silly sometimes and lets her thoughts get the best of her 🤧🤧

you always make sure to reassure her, telling her you love her no matter what even if she makes mistakes sometimes (we all do)

kisses. kisses kisses KISSES!!!!! she loooves any type of kissing. forehead kisses, cheek kisses, neck kisses, knuckle kisses… your skin is constantly tinted red from all the love marks on you 🥰🥰

takes the lead in the relationship because of her past issues with trust, but oftentimes lets her guard down around you and will let you “be in charge” in private.

takes the lead in public but secretly loves being doted on and cared for. (she would never tell anyone tho and said she would withhold sex for 3 months if you ever told anyone. as if she could even last that long)

nsfw gf amanda headcanons

top. top. TOP!!!!!!

she LOOOOVES having control over you

prefers to give rather than receive

obsessed with edging… she just wants to see you fall apart 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

one orgasm is NEVER ENOUGH!!! quickies are basically the only time you’re one and done… other than that, expect a solid few hours crossed off your schedule for her plans with you

mainly a top yes BUT sometimes when she’s feeling fancy she’ll let you take the lead… not for the long tho. she usually just ends up acting like a power bottom

into bondage in the sense of blindfolds and cuffs but is a bit iffy about knifeplay or anything sharp… you’re okay with a bit of knicks small cuts, but with her history, she’s terrified of hurting you 💔💔

knifeplay is a hard limit for her on the receiving end. as much as she likes seeing you fall apart, it’s too much of a trigger for her to feel completely safe if she’s the one “under” the knife

we’ve established that she’s a top

but tbh she’s lowkey a service top

just wants to please you in any way possible… u want to have sex in a bathroom? she’s there. in a changing room? oh absolutely. she’ll do anything you ask for, but of course she’ll make it seem like her idea 🤭🤭🤭

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Love lessons : Amanda Young (saw) Modern AU

When you’re jigsaws apprentice there is little time left over for a love life or dating, especially when you are as emotionally tourtured as Amanda - but sometimes a one night stand becomes a two night stand and so on & so on.

Amanda Young x fem reader

Warnings: sexual themes, talk of gore, mention of tinder (which is scary to some of us, but this is the only modern AU aspect, everything else is pretty canon)

Tinder is a cesspit of humanity, truely. Modern dating, as simple as it may be, is actually quite the task. You spend hours scrolling through unsuitable or outright unattractive suitors, accieneltly swiping the rare good prospect because you have such a swipe left muscle memory. When you do successfully match with someone who is at best your type, often just bareable - it’s a 50/50 if they match with you. And then if it IS a match, it’s a rush to form a date or be forgotten forever.

Amanda doesnt have the luxury of spare time. Working for John isn’t exactly shift work; she works on a task that he gives her until it is finished to his standard - which is impeccably high.

And that’s never been an issue for Amanda; before John she had nothing but an absent family and a drug problem. John didn’t just give her purpose, he gave her a reason to live.

Amanda often felt her only reason to be on this earth was to help further Johns work; but a girl has needs all the same.

Amanda first downloaded tinder when she had too much alcohol after a particularly nasty day in the meat factory. Since being “sober”, Amanda only drank when she knew she wouldn’t be under the watchful, perceptive eye of John. So after one long, partially bloody day she decided what better to do with her time but too look at what the city had to offer.

Amanda found that not only was it incredibly easy for her to find a match, but it boosted her ego to meet up with these people who wanted her enough to take her home and have sex with her without her even so much as giving them a crumb of information about herself.

That was fine by Amanda; why fill anyone in on the terrible backstory when she could get her leg over and move on.

It wasn’t complicated, it wasn’t tiresome, and most importantly - it didn’t distract from her work.

She humoured all genders; after all, Amanda didn’t exactly stick around to worry about how well she connected with these people. A few tried to stay in contact but Amanda made it brutally clear that she wanted one thing and one thing only, once that was over and she was travelling back to her flat alone she would not have to think about that person again. Not ever.

Until, you.

It was a typical Saturday night, after a long week of crafting and plotting, Amanda needed a physical outlet. She had been talking with this one girl on tinder for a few days and arranged to meet tonight to let off some steam. The girl had picked a partially seedy bar in the sketchy side of town; which told Amanda all she needed to know about this girls intentions.

However, as she checked the grubby clock hung behind the bar, the sure set plan of booze induced sex with a stranger seemed to be derailing slowly. Her match was now half an hour late, which wasn’t a concerning amount of time, but Amanda was impatient.

Swilling her spirit around the glass, she surveyed the room for her date. A group of trucker looking men sneered over a group of girls in a booth, pretending to play pool instead of preforming borderline harassment. One of the girls was catching back to the men, and Amanda looked away as she stood up, making her way to the bar with one of the older men in tow.

The bar tender took her order, Amanda didn’t care to listen, checking her phone for what could be upwards of the twentieth time since noticing her date was late.

“And he will get whatever she’s having too”

Amanda looked up, three sets of eyes on her. The girl had snaked an arm over her shoulder, which would normally be a move Amanda would have met with a stern glare and a hard shrug, but this girls perfume was filling her nostrils and, blaming her distinct level of horniness and lack of company, Amanda wasn’t exactly opposed to the physical touch.

“That’s okay isn’t it, you’ll buy my friend a drink too”

Amanda looked blankly at the older man, his expression mirroring hers. However he twigged on before Amanda, his brain in his pants helping the one in his head get up too speed.

“Sure sweet cheeks, anything for a pretty girl like you”

Amanda internally curled up and died at the level of disgusting this man radiated. She may have thrown a dig, a snap comment that would disarm his confidence; but the mystery girls arm was still around her shoulders and its warmth was radiating through her leather jacket. The girl twirled Amanda’s hair absently with her outstretched hand, such a foreign feeling to Amanda, but one she found herself enjoying one the less.

“Go on then”

Amanda was sprung back into the moment when the girl turned to her, tugging her hair in the process. Her eyes were framed by a thick lash, her makeup slightly worn to show her blushed cheeks underneath. Amanda murmured her order, never taking her eyes off the face staring back at her.

The bar tender made the drinks up and the trucker paid, looking to the mystery girl expectantly.

“Come on then, sweet thing”

The girl turned back round to face him, not before rolling her eyes for Amanda to see.

“Thanks for the drinks, I’ll be over for that game of pool in a second”

The man looked dejectedly at the pair and then scuffled off, most likely realising he had just been used for his wallet.

“Sorry about that, I didnt want to get stuck with him alone” Amanda felt disappointed as the girl removed her arm from her.

The girl flipped her hair, thanking the bar man for her drink and giving Amanda one last smile before turning to leave.

“I’m Amanda by the way”

The words had left her mouth before her brain had chance to catch up.

And when Amanda thinks back now, that’s when it started. She still wasn’t sure what “it” was, but it was something different.

Just like everyone else she’d been out with, she drank with you, but she was actually listening to what you had to say, not just pretending to get you to come home with her. She was interested in you, she wanted to know more.

Something was different, and it made Amanda feel physically sick. Normally when someone touched her she felt nothing, if not a little threatened, but when you touched her she felt nervous. Those butterflies that she hadn’t felt since she was a young teen, before her life went to shit, came back from the dead. And every time you looked up at her from under your lashes, or laughed at her jokes, or touched her leg, they fluttered round her stomach.

She should have left then and there, fled that bar and never looked back. In her head she excused herself, went too the bathroom and climbed out a window for gods sake. If that’s what it took.

But she came home with you, and she felt like that taxi drive was the equivalent to picking a plot, digging and then jumping into her own grave.

Because sex with you wasn’t like how sex was with everyone else. And there had been many, men, women, all those inbetween. Some had been poor, some had been mediocre and some had been pretty good. Amanda had came, sometimes multiple times if she was lucky.

But it was never like this.

Touching you was enough for her to be soaking. She felt your pleasure with her own; and god did she try to give you pleasure. Amanda had never cared if she made the person she had sex with feel good, call it selfish if you want, but she knew she would never see them again and could not bring herself to care enough about what they would remember of her.

But with you, she wanted you to come so many times that her name would be forever branded on your soul.

And maybe yours would be on hers, but that was just too vile for her to comprehend.

Amanda didn’t like people. She didn’t care for their opinions, thoughts or feelings. But with you, she wanted you to see only her good. She felt tense when your hands brushed over her scars on her thighs, she was embarrassed, she didn’t want you knowing she had to do that too deal with her pain. Some of the scars were relatively fresh, which made her feel even more sick about it. What must you think?

When you took the time to kiss your way over those scars, Amanda thought she might pass away there and then. From shock and maybe something else.

Sex had never been tender for Amanda, it was a rough battle of wills, and one that she quite enjoyed. She had never been touched how you touched her. And sore she probably never would be again.

So in the morning,she left before you woke. She couldn’t face seeing you in daylight, not after what you shared

She left to never see you again, never hear your name, never feel those feelings again.

But it was a lie, because before she left she couldn’t resist leaving her number on a note on your bedside table.

And as she scurried back to her day to day, her rat race of trap making and information gathering, she put you too the back of her mind.

It was easy to focus when she had her hands busy, she only thought of you when she saw the colour of your eyes in her tools.

Or when she felt the wind tug her hair how your hands had.

Or when she got on the bus and smelt your perfume on another passenger.

But it didn’t matter, you were a fabrication of her mind - nothing but a fantasy.

She moved on, kept herself focused how she knew best.

She went on more dates, slept with other people. Nobody like you, but sometimes when they touched her she closed her eyes and pretended it was you. Sometimes she would taste their lips and be disappointed they weren’t yours.

And when she lay in bed alone, when her little flat was still and the world felt like it was slumbering outside her window, she would always think of you.

Until, her phone vibrated under her pillow. And she moved embarrassingly fast to see that screen lit up with a unsaved number, Amanda was smiling before she knew how to stop herself.

Because as much as she knew you would be the death of her, she simply wouldn’t want to die at the hands of any other.

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Amanda Young NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) The absolute sweetest, she loves to wrap up in your arms and cuddle. She makes sure that you know you're loved before anything and she wants to pamper you in all her love and kisses.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s) Amanda loves her hands, after all she builds her traps with them and they helped her survive her test. She loves that they allow her to feel you and make you fall apart for her in the bedroom. She loves her partners eyes the most, she is someone who believes that someone's eyes tell you everything and that its the closest to a soul.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) Amanda loves to eat you out after you cum, she loves the way you taste and just can't get enough.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) She wants to run away with you, she feels such a connection with John because she feels like he saved her but deep down she knows the truth . She dreams of the day you two can go away someplace and live a happy life just the two of you.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) Amanda is decently experienced, she had a few flings in her college aged days however she has more experience with women more than men.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying) Amanda likes 69 the best, she loves eating pussy. She loves that she can pull you closer to her face and hold you there till she's done making you cum.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) She's very serious during sex mostly because she wants it to be intimate and romantic, though she loves to see you smile during it.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.) Amanda stays pretty well groomed, she trims it down it just stubble though the stubble is slightly darker than her normal hair.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) Amanda is very intimate, she loves to light candles for a little extra mood setting and making sure she does plenty of foreplay to get you fired up and ready for her.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon) Amanda doesn't masturbate, she didn't have the time before and ow she has you so there isn't a point. She tends to relish in loneliness prior to you two dating so it was hard for her to get aroused anyway with no one around.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) Amanda is into some slight bondage she doesn't wanna do anything that can even come close to hurting you. She loves to use a strap on though and you use it on her as well. Overall she's a little vanilla but she is insanely intimate and loving with you.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do) At home in bed, it's the safest and most comforting place to her. She wants nothing more than to keep you protected even during sex.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) Her love for you to put it quite simply. She is so attracted to you and truly gives you all her heart, if you return to her the same energy she promises to absolutely rock your world ever night.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) Anything that involves you being around her work or being inside of a trap. She also wants to keep you as far away from Hoffman as she can.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) Amanda prefers giving, she loves pussy and knows how to eat it just right to make you squirt over and over on her face. She loves to finger you while she pays special attention to your clit.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) Amanda likes slow and sensual unless straps are involved then she likes to pick up the pace and wreck you. However if she's the sub she wants you to go and on her and rail her into the mattress.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) Amanda is more into quickie like teasing then actual quickies, she wants to make sure she gives you something to remember. While she wouldn't say no to one she definitely doesn't prefer them.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) Amanda is down to experiment and down to take some risks. She keeps it safe though, she definitely would try a knife or gun kink with you though the gun has to stay unloaded at all times and she'd never actually cut you.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) Amanda usually lasts about 2-3 rounds, she can actually be quite energetic in bed and that's why she tends to go for so long. She loves to make you cum at least twice before calling it quits though.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) Amanda owns a few toys, vibrator, dildo, and of course a strap on. Her favorite though is a clit sucking toy she owns that has a warming function.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) Amanda loves to tease, her favorite thing to do is sneak up behind you and kiss up and down your neck before attempting to suck a small hickey on you. She loves to finger you under tables too.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) Amanda is kinda loud, she tends to get really into things and loses all sense of volume control or care about who hears, if you wanna stay quiet you're gonna have to cover her mouth.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character) Amanda loves body worship but she gets to flustered to give it likes she wants to.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) Amanda has a vagina obviously.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) Not very high until she truly gets to know you. When she falls head over heels in love with you she will start to be more frequent in wanting to fuck.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) Once you snuggle up to her and get under the blanket she starts to doze off. She feels safe and so warm with you that it just lures her right to sleep.

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Left Unsaid

Amelia Shepherd x fem!reader Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst (happy ending!), sex, fingering, explicit language, surgery times (duh), (let me know if I missed anything!) Word count: 1.8k

Summary: You used to be Dr. Shepherd's favorite resident, but something had happened in the last month that drove you further apart than ever. Will it get resolved (hint: yes, it does)?

“You, out!”

You stood, flabbergasted, in full scrub, suctioning blood out of someone’s brain-deep head wound. The OR had gone deathly silent, and if they could’ve seen your face under your surgical mask, they would have seen you blushing bright red.

All you’d done was ask a question. All you’d wanted to know was why Dr. Shepherd had gone after the brain bleed at the angle she did, because it wasn’t the angle you’d expected. You were a surgical resident. Asking questions is what you were supposed to do.

“Dr. Shepherd, I–”

“Uh-uh. You? Out of here. You’re distracting me, Y/L/N. And if you can’t focus on saving this man’s life, you don’t need to be in here.”

Frustrated and more than a little embarrassed, you handed off the suction tube to another resident and quickly burst through the doors and into the scrub room, washing your hands furiously. You felt like crying. You didn’t know what was going on these days.

During your intern year, you’d gotten really close with Dr. Shepherd. She’d sort of take you under her wing, said you had the right mind and hands for neuro. You worked well together, almost read each other’s thoughts sometimes, it seemed. But the last month or so, she’d all but banished you from her service.

You knew part of it had to be Webber’s new initiative for “well-rounded surgeons,” a new protocol where residents were cycled between attendings at random, with no favoritism or preference allowed. But even when you were assigned to neuro, Dr. Shepherd always put you on the other neurosurgeon’s service. She hardly talked to you at all.

You wondered if you’d done something wrong, something to completely ruin the mentorship–no, the friendship–you’d felt like you were forming with Dr. Shepherd. Not only did you miss her company, miss working with her, but you missed neuro.

You spent the rest of your day on neuro doing glorified scut alongside the interns. Humiliating. And when you finally went home, you wanted nothing more than to collapse on the couch and order Chinese food. But a text from your cohort group chat reminded you that tonight was the annual Surgeons for Surgeons benefit gala. And unless you wanted to be fired, you’d have to show up, bells on, ready to mix and mingle and convince Seattle’s rich and famous to donate to the program that connected Seattle-Grace with its partner hospital in Nairobi.

You stared at yourself in the mirror before leaving. Thanks to a very artful layer of makeup, you looked a little less exhausted than you really were. And you had to admit, you looked good in a suit.

By the time you and your friends arrived at the gala, things were in full swing. Wine, music, twinkling lights, the whole shebang. You were determined to have fun with your friends, despite whatever weird stuff was going on with Dr. Shepherd. You’d had a few glasses of wine, had danced with a few other residents, and had generally avoided Dr. Shepherd, even though once or twice you’d caught her watching you. Let her feel bad, you thought. She was out of line.

But when you were on your way back from the bathroom, a hand shot out of a hallway and gently grabbed your arm.

“Jesus, Dr. Shepherd,” you complained, straightening your suit as she crossed her arms and looked at you, leaning against the hallway wall.

“Sorry,” she muttered. “You just…” She threw up her hands. “You’ve been avoiding me all night. I didn’t know how else to talk to you.”

You raised your eyebrows. “I’ve been avoiding you!?” You scoffed. “Dr. Shepherd, you haven’t talked to me in over a month. I went from being the de facto neuro resident to being bottom of the barrel in your OR. So forgive me if I’m not jumping at the opportunity to chat with you.”

Dr. Shepherd looked at the ground. “I know. I’m sorry.”

You sighed. “Look, I don’t care if we’re friends, okay? I– I would have liked it. I like you. But my career comes first. And whatever’s going on with us got in the way of that today. So whatever I did to upset you, I’m sorry. Okay? But I love neuro. And I’m good at it. You don’t have to talk to me ever, outside of work, but you cannot keep me from surgery.”

You started to walk away, but she stopped you.

“Y/N!” she called, grabbing your hand and holding it for just a moment too long. You were taken aback by her use of your first name. She always called you Dr. Y/L/N. “I don’t want that.”

“Okay…” You shrugged. “So put me back on your service.”

“No, I mean…” She exhaled sharply and stared at the ceiling. “I don’t want to be friends with you.”

You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting. You liked Dr. Shepherd. You really liked her. You thought she’d liked you. You thought that in another life… But it didn’t matter now.

“Message received,” you said, avoiding her eyes.

“God, that’s not what I meant. I’m fucking this up.” She looked at you almost like she was in pain. As if there were words she just couldn’t get out. “What the hell,” she finally mumbled, then grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you.

To say you were surprised would be an understatement. But her lips felt so good against yours, her hands warm and soft against your skin. This was what Dr. Shepherd had wanted with you, why she’d been avoiding you. And, if you were honest with yourself, it was what you’d wanted to, you’d just been too scared to let yourself admit it.

You wrapped your arms around her waist, pressing her into the wall to deepen the kiss. She whined into your mouth, her tongue fighting for entrance, and you knew–by the arousal shooting down through your very core, the wetness pooling in your underwear–that this would not end here tonight. Amelia’s arms snaked underneath your blazer, searching for skin.

“Why do you have so many clothes on?” Amelia muttered breathlessly, painstakingly unbuttoning the collar of your dress shirt, then continuing on to the lower ones.

“Whoa!” You grabbed her wrists, pushing them away. “We’re in a public hallway, Dr. Shepherd.”

She huffed, pulling you by the arm into the closest room, which turned out to be some poor soul’s vacated office at this event venue. She slammed the door, taking her own turn to push you against a surface. It took your breath away.

“Don’t call me Dr. Shepherd when we’re about to have sex,” she said, trailing kisses down your neck.

“Fine, Amelia,” you retorted, and she smiled into a kiss. She liked a little sass in a woman.

With one hand, you rolled her nipple between your fingers. With the other, you moved slowly down her body, gently pulling up her dress to slip a hand into her underwear.

She gasped as you brushed lightly over her clit. “Fuck,” she breathed, throwing her head back. You smiled, happy to have a little power. Amelia might have all the power in the OR, but you had all the power here. You could tell by the way her hips rolled toward you, by the way she leaned heavily on the desk at her back–she wanted you bad.

She breathed heavily, squeezing your arms as she pushed her hips into you, desperate for the friction, the pressure. You grinned wickedly and removed your hand, licking her arousal off your fingers.

“Y/N!” she protested, glaring at you.

“Hmm.” You pretended to be thinking deeply, circling the rest of her vulva so that you were close, so close, to where she needed you, but not quite there. “You know what? I bet this feels a lot like being knee deep in a surgery and then being pulled for no reason at all.”

“I said I was sorry! Please, Y/N.” You had her squirming and writhing and you were getting drunk off her desperation.

You pushed two of your fingers into her warmth, already so wet, so ready for you, and she moaned. “I mean, I guess, if you insist.” You smirked at her, loving to see her lose control. She was always so in control at work. It was honestly something you admired about her. But right now? All you wanted was to see her coming apart.

There was a part of you that wanted to tell all the residents, to tell everyone that you were fucking Dr. Amelia Shepherd. But there was another part of you–deeper, softer, more you–that wanted to keep her all to yourself. Because some part of you knew that it wasn’t just sex, no matter how much easier it’d be if it was.

Amelia’s breathing grew ragged, her walls pulsing around you and you knew she was close. You circled her clit with your thumb, and she thrust her hips up into your touch, chest heaving, legs shaking. And when she finally, finally hit her peak, you scooped your arm around her back to hold her up, keeping your rhythm steady until she came down, resting her head on your shoulder, a thin sheen of sweat on her face.

“Fuck!” she breathed, lifting her head to grin at you and tuck your hair behind your hair. “Your hands.”

“That’s why I’m such a good surgeon.” You winked at her.

“That’s why you’re good at a number of things, apparently.” Amelia pulled her underwear up, straightening her dress.

“Well,” she shrugged. “Should we go back in?”

You scoffed. “I’m certainly not.”

“Why?!”

“Are you kidding me!? There’s a fucking lake in my underwear right now. I gotta go home.”

Amelia smirked, pulling you down by your collar for another kiss. You couldn’t take much more of this. You needed her. Or a vibrator. Or a dildo. Or something.

“You want help?” she asked, playing with the hair at the nape of your neck.

You blushed. The tables had turned all of a sudden, and she was the one with the power now. “Yeah,” you said quietly. “Yeah, that’d be… that’d be good.”

She laced her hand in yours, squeezing it. “Take me home, Dr. Y/L/N.”

“What if someone sees us!?” you hissed, looking both ways out the office door.

“We’ll slip out the back.”

“Sneaky.” You nodded. “I like this side of you.”

Glancing furtively around, she leaned forward and sunk her teeth into your neck, taking you by surprise. You gasped.

She pressed her lips against your ear. “I’ve got a lot of sides you haven’t seen yet.”

God, you couldn’t wait to see them.

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Finish What You Started (Also known as I Am Never Taking You to Work With Me Again)

NR x a civilian!r troublemaker that Natasha is just so enamored by that r can do no wrong

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: you finally manage to convince a rightfully reluctant Natasha to bring you with her to work

(You also get her to let you eat her out from under a table in public, so 18+)

You’ve asked time and time again and have always received the same answer: an assertive, non-negotiable ‘no’. Not a ‘not today’, not a ‘maybe next time’. A ‘no’. Firm, unrelenting, and not allowing for any further discussion.

Despite the constant rejections, you remain undeterred, bouncing back after each denial, remaining not only persistent but also incessant in your requests. You know you’re more stubborn than she is. With each plea, you can see that you’re chipping away at Natasha’s resolve, see that her exasperation and subsequent yielding is increasing. She’s weakening, and it only furthers your determination.

Sitting at the kitchen table, blearily rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you watch as Natasha moves to the coffee pot, pouring a mug for both you and herself.

She continues her amateur barista work, adding some cream and sugar to yours as if it's second nature, and gently passes you the steaming cup. You mumble a quiet thank you, hoping the bitter liquid will help you shake the cobwebs from your head and figure out a way to once again ask the question that's been spilling nonstop from your lips for the past month and finally obtain the answer you’ve been waiting for.

Natasha relaxes at the table as well, taking a seat, and you both remain in a what you hope is your usual comfortable silence, slowly sipping on your coffees. But despite your best efforts, Natasha easily senses you’ve got something to say, and she’s pretty sure that she knows what it is, her eyes drifting toward you.

“The answer is still ‘no’.” She breaks the quiet.

Your lips press into a thin, displeased line, but then you go and feign ignorance. Unfortunately, there's no keeping anything from the redheaded spy. Even if you disregard her years of intelligence training, the woman knows you better than you know yourself.

“I didn’t even ask.”

She gives you an unimpressed look. “No, but you were going to.”

You let out a relenting sigh. “Please,” you decide to try, “I have the day off, and you said that it's supposed to be a slow day for you. Come on.” You extend the last word, trailing it off into a long whine. You've always wanted to visit her place of work, to see S.H.I.E.L.D. for yourself, and today is the perfect opportunity.

You can sense her knee-jerk response, you can practically feel another refusal sitting on the tip of her tongue, but Natasha surprises you, shaking her head and muttering about how she’s certainly going to regret this. It’s too bad she never could say no to you.

The moment you step inside the base, you understand some of her hesitation, her unwillingness. The two of you are on the receiving end of glances that range from curious to utterly baffled. It turns out, none of her coworkers knew that she was in a relationship (something about privacy and safety and all that), and they definitely didn’t come to work today expecting to see the big bad Black Widow acting soft toward another person.

She initially sets you up with level one security clearance, handing you your badge, but your petulant protest (“Natasha,” you whine, “what about girlfriend perks? I deserve at least level three.”) gets you an eye roll and a reluctant agreement under the condition that you don’t wander off, and soon, she’s leading you throughout the elaborate hallways of the building. On today’s agenda is paperwork, meetings, training recruits, and yet another meeting.

During the morning, you casually peruse her office as she tackles her paperwork, hands clasped behind your back, eyeing the plain walls and lack of trinkets and personal touches. There’s singular photo of the two of you on her desk, your expression a bright grin, hers a smirk, and although it warms your heart, you can’t resist your next words.

“Your office is boring.”

“I’m here to save the world, not to interior decorate,” she throws back at you quickly, not glancing up from her mission reports.

When Natasha eventually has to attend her first briefing, she gives you explicit instructions that you are not to leave her office. You easily agree, waving off her concern, and spend your time continuing to inspect your surroundings. Boredom ultimately causes the temptation to snoop to become too irresistible, and you begin to open drawers and cabinets, to toy with a few important-looking documents on her desk. But her office is sparse, too sparse, and your initial determination to follow her instructions gradually dwindles. Not long after, you’re opening the door, peering out into the hallway, and casually exiting the room when you see no one, trying to walk as if you belong.

You wander aimlessly throughout the base, taking a left here and a right there, unperturbed with the potential of getting lost. You pass by a multitude of other agents, and considering the attention you attract, your casual strut and nonchalant demeanor are not as subtle as you are hoping. Unlike your girlfriend, perhaps you were not made for espionage, your civilian clothing and captivation toward the technologically advanced building around you giving you away.

Despite the suspicious stares you glean, your exploration is left unhindered for quite some time, most electing to throw a confused glance your way but, in the end, turn a blind eye. Your phone buzzes with a text after approximately two hours. How you’ve made it this far with no trouble is beyond you.

‘I thought I told you to stay put.’

‘You did.’

‘And?’

‘And I got bored. You left me in too small of an enclosure with zero enrichment.’

‘Where are you?’

‘That’s a good question.’

You get a bit of enjoyment out of Natasha’s growing irritation that you can sense through your phone, but your amusement is cut short by an agent that is apparently unwilling to ignore your presence like the others. What timing.

“Hey, you. What do you think you’re doing here?”

“Just… following orders, surveying the area.”

“But you don’t have clearance to be here.”

“Yes, I do,” you try, not knowing if there’s any validity to your statement. You hurriedly grab at your badge, holding it up. “I’m level three.”

“And you need to be level four to access this floor.”

Shit.

“What’s your name?”

“There’s just been a misunderstanding. I got mixed up. I’ll head back now and-”

“What’s your name?” the agent demands again.

You still don’t answer, eyes wide. You’re sure you look like a deer caught in the headlights as you flounder to come up with a way to talk yourself out of the predicament you seem to be finding yourself in.

Ever your knight in shining armor, Natasha rounds the corner as the man is twisting your arm behind your back, effectively restraining you, not that you had the ability to resist anyway.

“Ow, ow, ow, ow,” you mumble, the position straining. You don’t know how your girlfriend handles pain on the daily. “Do I at least get a phone call?” you snark, foolishly deciding to take the chance at making things worse.

“Stand down,” Natasha calls out, voice firm but not without a degree of exasperation, unhappy but unsurprised that you’ve gotten yourself into a situation such as this. “She’s with me.”

“Agent Romanoff, you know this woman? She’s been walking around a restricted area, refusing to answer questions, and resisting procedural arrest. She wouldn’t even tell me her name.”

Natasha shoots you a disapproving look as she walks over. “Unfortunately, yes, I know her. Now, let her go. Please.” The last word is a warning, almost a threat, a direct order from a superior.

You’re roughly released, stumbling slightly at the abruptness of the action, and Natasha instinctively reaches out to steady you, her hand now secure on your hip.

“Thank-” you start to say, but you’re cut off with a grumpy “let’s go”.

“And don’t think I didn’t notice my office askew,” Natasha adds flatly.

Following the morning paperwork, meetings, and your narrowly avoided detainment, is lunch. You two find yourselves in the S.H.I.E.L.D. cafeteria, but quickly, you’re the cause of another scene.

After what feels like the millionth time overhearing some not-so-hushed whispers gossiping about you and your relationship, you just can’t take it anymore. You stand up, chair scraping loudly against the floor, gaze pointed at a trio of agents on the other side of the room. The whole cafeteria goes silent as people freeze in place to watch your little display. Natasha closes her eyes, taking in a calming breath as she gets ready for whatever it is you’re about to say.

“Yeah, I know right? I’m dating her. Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow. Her. This woman right here. We have sex. Often. Her and I. Her,” and you point emphatically at your girlfriend who’s sitting across from you with what’s now becoming an incredibly charmed expression on her face.

You turn to her, voice turning low. “Natasha,” you whisper, “tell them.”

She just huffs out a breath before addressing the agents that had been chattering. “It’s true,” is her terse statement. “This little spitfire here is my girlfriend,” and her exasperation wars with affection.

Your outburst and her confirmation get them to quiet, and you turn back to her. “Anyways, what were we talking about?”

Natasha chuckles. “What we are having for dinner tonight, but I think a topic change to how you’re causing quite the ruckus for me at work today is in order.”

Natasha decides it’s best to bring you along with her to her next task, wanting to avoid any further trouble after the two little (and hopefully only) stunts you’ve pulled. She’s scheduled to spar with new trainees, and while that sounds simple enough, nothing could have prepared you for what you were going to witness. It turns out that watching your girlfriend easily take down multiple other agents is harder than impatiently waiting for her to complete her clerical work and meetings. The rosy tint of your cheeks and the subtle clenching of your thighs as you sit on a nearby bench betrays the way her workout attire and the sight of sweat dripping down her collarbone affects you. Your core begins to throb shortly after the first match starts due to the well-defined muscles of her biceps flexing each time she throws a punch, her abs being on full display, sinfully uncovered by her sports bra, and her leggings leaving almost nothing about her ass to the imagination.

She finishes up the sparring sessions, having defeated every new recruit with practiced ease, and waves you over to her, chest heaving with only slight effort, a thin sheen of sweat coating her already stupidly attractive form. You bite your lip to suppress a groan. Just the action of her hand coming to settle on the small of your back as she leads you out of the training room feels almost indecent.

Natasha once again ushers you to her office, pointedly telling you to actually stay put this time, and leaves you to entertain yourself while she goes off to shower and then see to her last meeting, but your imagination is running wild, and your arousal grows exponentially in her absence.

The only thing you can think about is your girlfriend ravishing you. You want her to roughly press you against the wall of the hallway and kiss you senseless, you want her to reacquaint her fingers with your pussy in a bathroom stall, her other hand placed over your mouth to contain your moans, you want her to bend you over and fuck you on top of her conveniently barren desk. She once mentioned that her office door locks and that the walls are soundproofed, so what exactly are you both waiting for?

As Natasha escorted you to her office earlier, she casually pointed out the room that she’s going to be in, offhandedly gesturing to the chair that’s her assigned seat as you two passed the open door. You couldn't help it, entire body still flushed with desire, breathing hardly able to be considered normal. You took note of the room number, paid close attention to which chair she’s going to be sitting in, and memorized the path to and from her office.

She pressed a chaste kiss to your temple before heading off, assuring you that she would be back quickly. But, given that show she just gave you with her body skillfully pinning down those of the other agents, given the way you can currently feel your clit rub against the seam of your jeans with every step, you don’t think you can wait that long.

While she’s preoccupied with her shower, you make your move, doing your best to inconspicuously walk back to the meeting room. The door is closed this time, but you can't help but smirk to yourself as your level three clearance grants you access, your badge opening the door with a green light and satisfying beep. Peeking through the doorway, you fortunately find the area empty, allowing you to enter, drop to your hands and knees, and crawl underneath the long conference table, positioning yourself in front of what you know to be her seat.

Only minutes pass before you hear commotion outside the door. The door once again beeps open, footsteps entering the room, and you can make out your girlfriend’s voice talking amongst the chatter. As the multiple people get seated, Natasha included, placing herself in the chair you’re situated in front of, you lick your lips in anticipation for what you’re about to do. Natasha is so going to kill you for this later.

You let the meeting begin, not moving, not acting, waiting, heart thumping loudly in your chest to the point that you’re concerned it’s going to give away your spot on your knees, but despite the sound of it beating wildly in your ears, no one appears to be aware of your presence, and once everyone seems deep in serious conversation, you’re unable to resist any longer, the apex of your girlfriend’s thighs just too enticing.

Your hands move, slithering up her calves, pressing against her knees, spreading her out for you. You immediately feel her body stiffen at the contact, her own hands quickly but discreetly shooting down to grab at you, to stop whatever is happening, to stop whoever is touching her, but when her eyes flicker down and meet yours, her brief moment of alarm dissolves into calm disapproval as she realizes that it’s just you. Of course, it’s you. She looks at you reproachfully, but you begin placing gentle open-mouthed kisses up her inner thighs anyway, making your way up to her core, tongue skimming along the fabric of her slacks, and when you glance up at her again from between her legs, you see the surprise, warning, and objection in her gaze faltering.

You continue to languidly mouth at her covered pussy, applying just enough pressure so that she can feel it, and soon you notice a damp spot appear, sticky and wet, your saliva and her slick mixing together and soaking their way through both layers of her clothing. Her thighs attempt to shut, to ward off your touch, but your hands firmly keep her legs open, preventing her from closing herself off, and despite her sending you another deterring glance, her body reveals her need. She may be playing at resisting, may be attempting to remain outwardly unaffected and displeased by your bold and reckless decision, but she wants this just as much as you do, and as you finally begin to breathe in the heady scent that is uniquely her, you can’t wait any longer. You need to taste her, and you can tell from the way her breathing has sped up, imperceptible to those around her but not to you, that she needs you to too.

Your hands move up to fiddle with the button and zipper of her pants before you tap gently at her thigh, indicating she needs to raise her hips so you can smoothly slip them down. There’s a moment of hesitation on her part where she carefully casts a glance at those also in the room, eyes sweeping across the faces of the others sitting at the conference table, where she considers the consequences of allowing you to continue with your daring venture, but all it takes is a strategically placed trail of your finger along the seam of her slacks and she’s lifting her hips up, giving in to the need, the desire, that you know is steadily building within her.

Quietly, you pull her pants down, the fabric sliding along her hips, her thighs, exposing more and more of her flushed skin, and her hips subtly buck up once as the cool air of the room hits her now bare core, the feeling almost making her gasp out loud. You don’t allow her any time to prepare before you’re tugging her forward, shifting her weight until she’s on the edge of her seat, and your lips quickly find their way to her pussy, sucking on her clit for a few seconds before your tongue swipes through her folds repeatedly.

Everything about your touch is gentle, caressing at first. You don’t want to give away what you’re doing, you don’t want the others to find out, you don’t want your renowned secret agent girlfriend to get into trouble, and so each circle of your tongue around her clit only floods her body with more desperation as your unhurried ministrations persist, slow and leisurely. The fidgeting of her hips in her seat gradually evolves to full on squirming as the minutes pass, silent requests for you to give her more, but you don’t comply, your lips and tongue still moving with zero urgency, their soft brushes lingering and delicate and much too light for her current state, neglecting her rising need.

“Do you have any notes, Agent Romanoff?” one of the agents asks suddenly, breaking Natasha out of her lust-induced haze.

Her gaze jumps to the agent that had spoken, and she scrambles to find an answer, mouth opening and closing a couple of times, not having been listening to the conversation, too distracted by the feel of your mouth on her overheated core.

“What?” she asks, the word coming out more strangled than she’d like it to, and she clears her throat, struggling to center herself, to refocus.

“On the mission plan?” the agent prompts further, raising an eyebrow at her confusion, “The drop we’re set to infiltrate next week in Bulgaria?”

“Oh, um, I-” she’s cut off by your tongue beginning to lazily probe at her entrance, and she bites her lip, hard, in order to stifle the loud moan that wants to break free.

“What was that?” the agent presses, his confusion transforming into slight concern at her stuttering. The Black Widow doesn’t stutter.

Natasha just shakes her head, breathing getting heavier as you continue to push your tongue in and out of her hole, her slick staining your lips in the most satisfying way, your nose nudging against her clit with every movement.

“Nothing,” she says much too quickly, clearing her throat again, “No, nothing. This all sounds fine. I have no adjustments to make.”

Upon her, albeit not at all reassuring, answer, the agent moves his focus elsewhere, giving her one last confused look before the meeting resumes and she gets caught back up in your concentrated motions.

You pick up the pace once the attention is off your girlfriend, lapping away at her now sopping pussy with newfound hunger, trying to muffle your own moans and whines of pleasure at the taste of her, at the feeling of her. She’s intoxicating, the way her body clenches around your tongue, her walls fluttering with each dip inside, her pussy welcoming your intrusion with a fresh stream of arousal that drips down your chin. Your knees are certainly bruising, your back aching from the strained position, but you hardly think about it, too overwhelmed by everything that is Natasha to care, devouring, savoring, every bit of her.

Natasha’s trembling in her seat, every muscle pulled taut. Her hands grip the edge of the conference table in an attempt to restrain herself from making any move that would disclose what is happening. Her clit is pulsing as you roll your tongue over it again and again, her whole body feeling as though it’s vibrating with pleasure. Each flick of your tongue causes more arousal to leak down and pool onto the chair beneath her.

Despite all of her training to keep her composure, you’ve always been her weakness. She can never get enough of you and finally can’t hold back any longer, one of her hands diving down to grab at your hair, dragging you closer to her pussy, holding you firm, her hips beginning to grind into your mouth.

Her movements are subtle, unrecognizable from above the table, but her desperation is clear to you. You can feel her need in the way she holds you steady, trying to set a rhythm that will relieve her ache. You flatten your tongue, your head stilling, allowing her to use you and guide your motions as she sees fit.

You’re mid-lick when the meeting comes to an end, everyone standing up slowly and filing out of the room except for your girlfriend.

“You coming?” an agent asks her, also concerned over her unusual behavior as she remains stiff in her seat, face redder than it should be for this air-conditioned room.

There is a moment of delay, but Natasha finally manages to choke out a weak, “Be out in a minute. I need to check over some last few things."

That seems to satisfy the others, and once the last of them exit the room, the door snapping shut, you disconnect your mouth from her pussy with a loud, wet ‘pop’, and peek up at her from under the table, mouth glistening with her juices, a more than pleased expression on your face at the trouble you just caused her.

“Good meeting?” you ask casually, “Ready to go?”

“Oh, no. No, no, no. You’re not done yet, detka. You’ve been pushing me all day. Now, finish what you started,” Natasha murmurs lowly, and you're not complaining when she roughly shoves your face back between her thighs.

[stephanieromanoffnsfw]

Uncertainty

older!natasha x younger!reader

warnings: established relationship, age difference not specified, fem!reader, r is a people pleaser, dom/sub dynamics, r being a bit of a brat, r being overwhelmed but not realizing it, r sucking at communication, lots of praise, soft sex?, dom!nat but then soft!nat, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), sweet aftercare

notes: this took a different turn than I planned, but I guess it’s actually better this way… sorry for all the grammar mistakes and other errors, this is not proofread properly. the beginning kinda sucks, but it gets better towards the end I promise!! honestly I’m so nervous about posting this, I haven’t been writing for so long so I’m hoping that this doesn’t totally suck. anyways, enjoy and don’t be afraid to leave a comment! My inbox is always  open for feedback :)

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Restlessness and anxiety had been bothering you all day long. You couldn’t relax properly, couldn’t shut down or silence your mind from its constant running. You were constantly fidgeting with the hem of your tank top, tapping your fingers against each other or picking at your fingernails. Natasha was at work for another two hours, and you were all alone in the apartment that felt too big for your spiraling thoughts. You missed her. You missed your girlfriend, even though she had been gone for only a few hours.

Pathetic, you whispered to yourself. You knew you were being too clingy, or at least you thought so. You wanted to text her, just to tell her that you missed her, but you had decided that you wouldn’t. You thought you shouldn’t bother her while she’s at work, at least not with something as pathetic as yearning.

After a while, you couldn’t help yourself anymore. You decided not to text her that you missed her, but send her a photo instead. A photo of yourself. Naked. Surely she would mind that less than a pathetic ‘I miss you’ text, right? At least you looked good.

Natasha saw the message immediately. The three small dots appeared in a second on the bottom of the screen, indicating that she was writing an answer to your filthy surprise. The symbol disappeared, then reappeared. Finally, Natasha answered.

From: Nat <3

My coworkers almost saw that, baby.

You smirked and bit your bottom lip, as you typed an answer to her right away.

From: me

Oops, my bad :) 

Natasha’s reply came almost immediately. 

From: Nat <3

Are you bored? Do you want to get in trouble?

You couldn’t help but giggle. While this wasn’t your original plan, though you knew sending a photo would get you in trouble, you didn’t mind at all. You decided to play along, as you figured it was more entertaining than to back down and submit.

From: me

I don’t know, I could always send another pic?

In a few seconds, the reply came, sending a rush of heat straight down to your core.

From: Nat <3

Don’t bother. I’m leaving in 10, you better keep your fingers off of your pussy or you’re in trouble.

And then, another message right after that.

From: Nat <3

Wait for me on the bed. And don’t put any clothes on, since you seem to love being naked around the house anyway.

Your lower stomach tingled with anticipation, and you could already feel your pussy clenching, even though Natasha wasn’t home yet. But she would be soon, and you knew you were in trouble. 

-

In a few minutes, you were sitting on the bed naked, legs crossed neatly as if that would make you look more innocent. You were feeling even more restless than before, and the anticipation of what was coming didn’t help at all, it only made things worse. You wanted to open your legs and touch yourself, but you knew Natasha would find out. And when she’d find out, you wouldn’t be coming for the rest of the day. As enticing as the thrill of it sounded, you didn’t want to be deprived of an orgasm just because you couldn’t wait.

Your mind cleared the second you heard the front door click. Natasha was home. 

You clenched your thighs together and pressed your sweaty palms against the mattress. Now you had to be good, if you still wanted this to go your way. Still, you could feel the doubting thoughts filling up your mind. Surely she wouldn’t be too mad, right? You weren’t sure if you should be regretting your decision to bother her with that photo. She didn’t sound like she was mad, just being dominant, right?

You waited for Natasha, as the older woman was taking her sweet time. She knew you’d be there waiting for her, and she didn’t want to make this too easy for you. Eventually, you could hear the sound of her footsteps outside the bedroom door. Natasha entered the room, still wearing her work clothes, those damn pants that hugged her thighs and waist perfectly, and the white blouse that made her look way too hot.

Her eyes found yours immediately, as she walked over to you slowly. She stopped in front of you, and motioned for you to stand up with her finger. 

“Stand up,” she ordered simply, her voice low and commanding. You complied instantly, all defiance draining out of you. You expected to feel the need to submit to her, and you did, but not like you wanted to. Instead of the hazy subspace creeping in slowly, insecure thoughts filled your mind instantly, and before you even realized you were doubting everything about yourself. Was I too much? You thought to yourself. Is she actually annoyed with me? You wanted to submit to her, to be good. You couldn’t afford to be bad, you had to be perfect.

You stood there in front of her, completely naked and bare under her gaze. Natasha’s eyes were glued to your bare body, her lips turned into a smirk. Natasha sat down on the bed, and pulled you a little closer to her.

“God… Aren’t you a pretty little thing..?” she mumbled, her voice slow and deep. Your mind was already too far gone to answer properly, so you just nodded brainlessly.

“You look so pretty for me like that…” Natasha’s hand slid up to your cheek, stroking it softly with her calloused fingertips. For a moment, her eyes looked almost soft, as they admired your flushed face. But then, the same dominance from before found its place in her eyes, and she pointed to the floor in front of her with her finger. “Now kneel.”

Your body reacted before your mind could even comprehend the command. You sank to the floor on your knees, settling between her legs. You looked up at her, seeking for her praise like it was the only thing that mattered now. You needed to hear her praise you, to reassure you, but you couldn't say it out loud. You tried to push your own feelings down, so you could only focus on being good for Natasha. That’s what you wanted, right?

“Good girl… I knew you could obey if you wanted to. Now, do you think you’ve been good enough that you’ll get to cum today?” she asked, clearly expecting an answer from you. You blinked for a moment and tried to gather your thoughts to form a coherent sentence, but your brain got stuck on the words ‘good enough’. 

Natasha slipped two fingers under your chin, lifting your gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes softened again for a moment, as they searched yours for signs of discomfort. Natasha had noticed the hazy look in your eyes, the way your mind seemed foggy and unclear. She stroked your cheek with the pad of her thumb softly, and you couldn’t do anything else than stare at her mindlessly. You couldn’t figure out what she was thinking. You couldn’t really figure out anything, as your mind was too crowded with your insecurities and doubts. You just wanted to be good.

“You good, pretty girl?” she asked, tapping your cheek gently to get your full attention. You blinked and forced your mind to clear up, but it was hard. You were already teetering on the edge of your mind, trying to fight the overwhelming whirlwind of your thoughts.

You bit your lip for a second to get yourself grounded into this moment. You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice. Natasha’s gaze assessed you, and she shook her head a little. Panic flared in your eyes for a tiny moment. She wasn’t pleased with you? Did you do something wrong? Were you not-

“Y/n, baby, look at me. Words, love. Use your words, don’t just nod at me,” Natasha corrected, her thumb still drawing slow circles on your cheek.

You blushed, and felt a small relief flood in. You opened your mouth, but you couldn’t get any words out. You didn’t know what to say, or even how to do it. Despite the relief, your mind was stuck on being afraid of failing her.

Natasha’s eyes softened even more, as she heard a soft whimper leave your mouth. You looked down, and felt all of your emotions crash down on you. You felt pathetic, like you were a disappointment. You covered your face with your hands, as the first tear rolled down on your cheek. The only thing you could think was that you failed her, that you failed to be good for her.

“Oh devochka… Come here baby, come here…,” Natasha murmured softly, and soon you felt her arms wrapping around you. She pulled you up gently, and you went with her, and climbed to her lap. Natasha gathered your body into her arms, and gently pushed your head down so your cheek was pressed against her chest and her chin rested on top of your head. Her hands started stroking your back in slow circles, as she held you close.

“It’s okay baby.. You’re okay love, you didn’t do anything wrong,” she whispered into your ear, and pressed a soft kiss on the top of your head.

“I-I’m sorry..,” you managed to whisper, as you nuzzled your face closer to her chest, seeking comfort in her warmth.

“Moya lyubov’.. You have nothing to apologise for… It was just too much, was it?” Natasha asked, and you felt another gentle kiss on top of your head.

“No it.. I mean y-yeah I guess a bit but-” you rambled, but Natasha silenced you with a soft hush.

“Baby, you know you can say if it is too much, right? I want you to talk to me, not hide your feelings,” she said. You nodded a little against her chest, and pressed even closer to her. Natasha’s grip around your frame tightened, making you feel safer in her embrace.

“I’m not mad at you, dorogoy.. I know it’s hard for you, but we really need to work on this, okay baby? I need to know how you’re feeling, because your feelings matter just as much as mine,” she said, and you could only nod in agreement. 

After a long while, Natasha tucked two fingers under your chin and gently lifted your head up, so she could look you in the eye. Your eyes were slightly glassy, but you weren’t crying anymore. You looked back at her, and didn’t try to avoid her gaze, even though it made you feel exposed and vulnerable. 

“I want you to tell me what you want right now, okay baby? Please, just the first thing that comes into your mind. What do you need now, love?” Natasha asked. Her thumbs started drawing slow circles on both of your cheeks again. 

“I um..,” you started, still unsure of what to say. “I want you.. I need you,” you finished the sentence with a little more confidence.

“You have me, love. You’ll always have me,” Natasha said with a small smile, and pressed a kiss on your forehead. “Do you want me to make you feel good, or do you want me to just hold you like this?” she asked, knowing that it was easier if she led you on.

“I think.. I think I want to continue. I want you to make me feel good but.. But I want you to feel good too and-” you started rambling again, but Natasha pressed her finger against your lips and silenced you.

“No baby, don’t think about me now. I will make you feel good, but tonight is only about you now, okay?” Natasha decided. Her words weren’t exactly a question, and you should have just nodded, but you couldn’t. 

“But I should-” you tried to argue, but Natasha’s warning look silenced you before her actions could. 

“Milaya devochka… What did I say? Tell me,” Natasha commanded, but her voice didn’t carry any harsh authority. 

You looked down at your hands for a second, but then lifted your gaze back up. “That tonight is about me..,” you mumbled. Natasha smiled softly, and patted your cheek gently. 

“Good girl… Please don’t argue with me on this, okay?” she asked, and you gave her a quick nod.

Natasha took your face into her hands properly, and pressed her lips softly against yours. You found yourself kissing back instantly. Your hands travelled up on her body and looped behind her neck. Your hips inched closer to her, and Natasha’s hands found their way down on your bare thighs. She pulled away from the kiss, only to grip your thighs and maneuver your body so that you were now sitting in her lap, straddling her. 

Natasha’s hands stroked your thighs softly, making you shiver. You blushed slightly as you realized that you were already completely naked, while she was still fully clothed. Your hands moved to the collar of her blouse, and you tugged on it softly. 

“You want my shirt off, baby?” Natasha asked with an amused smile playing on her lips. You nodded quickly at her question.

“Go on baby, you can take it off,” she encouraged with a soft smile that worked like magic to boost your confidence. As soon as she lifted her arms up, you hurried to grip the hem of her shirt, and in a blink of an eye her shirt had found its way on the floor. You slid your hands on Natasha’s sides, and glanced at her chest, as if asking for permission to take her bra off. Natasha quickly understood what you were indicating, and nodded, granting you permission.

Your hands moved quickly to remove her bra, and soon her upper body was completely bare, just like yours. 

“Good girl,” Natasha praised gently, and slid her hands to your waist. A small squeak left your mouth as Natasha flipped you down on your back against the mattress. She smirked a little and straddled your waist. You looked up at her with hazy eyes, but this time the cloudy feeling creeping into your brain wasn’t insecurity or doubt. Instead, it was the comforting feeling of knowing that you were safe with your girlfriend.

Natasha leaned down to kiss you again. Your lips found hers quickly and your hands moved to her back, desperately pulling her closer. Your hips bucked up and you let out a small, soft whine into the kiss. Natasha chuckled softly and pulled away from the kiss, her face hovering just an inch away from yours.

“Patience, malen’kaya lyubov’,” she reminded you gently. “You’ll get what you want.”

“Your pants,” you mumbled quietly, trying to request her to undress completely. The small amused smile found its way back to Natasha’s face, and she sat up, moving her hands to the waistband of her pants. Without saying a word, Natasha pulled her pants and panties off, knowing that you wanted her to be completely naked too.

As soon as the last item of clothing fell down on the floor, Natasha’s lips were against yours again. Your hands gripped her back again, and you bucked your hips up again, only to be met with Natasha’s palm pressing your lower body back down against the mattress. 

Before you could protest, Natasha slid her hand between your thighs. She pushed your legs open, murmuring small praises under her breath and between kisses. You felt her hand slide upwards on your inner thigh, until you felt her fingers sliding in between your folds, making you let out a soft sigh. Natasha’s lips moved to your neck, and she started planting gentle kisses in all the places she knew you loved the most, Right behind your ear, your jawline, and then down to your collarbone. 

Her fingers spread your folds before gently slipping one into your clenching pussy. You closed your eyes and let out a soft moan, as Natasha started moving her finger slowly, letting you get used to it without overwhelming you. Your mouth fell open slightly, and soon you didn’t bother to suppress your sounds at all. 

“That’s it… Good girl, moya khoroshaya devochka,” she murmured against your neck, before she slid a second finger into you. Your pussy clenched around her fingers, desperately needing more. Natasha picked up the pace a little, while still being extremely gentle. 

Her mouth moved down to your chest, as she planted slow and gentle kisses between your breasts. Natasha kept moving downwards, until her lips met your lower stomach. She pulled her fingers out of you slowly, earning a small, desperate whine from you. 

“Oh you’re being so good for me baby… Just let go, let go for me,” Natasha murmured, before nudging your inner thighs with her nose, pushing them wider apart. As soon as her mouth made contact with your cunt, a needy moan spilled out from your mouth.

“You’re such a good girl for me now,” she murmured against your heat. Her tongue found your clit quickly, and by that time, you were already trembling. Natasha held your thighs open with one hand, while the other crept up and found your breast. She brushed her fingertips over your hardened nipple, earning another loud moan from you. You arched your back and tried to clench your thighs, but Natasha’s strong hand kept them open. 

Whimpers and moans came out of your mouth, as Natasha’s tongue played with your clit, drawing you closer and closer to the final release. Her fingertips circled your nipple at the same time, making you lose every last coherent thought you had.

“Nat- I-I’m gonna..,” you whined out weakly. 

“That’s it, let go for me baby… Come for me milaya,” Natasha murmured softly against your core. Her tongue pressed against your clit, making you arch your back and let out a loud moan. Finally, your orgasm washed over you, making your thighs tremble. Your eyes were closed, your breathing was heavy, and your body fell limp as soon as the last waves of your release had passed.

“Such a good girl for me,” Natasha praised, while pressing soft kisses on your inner thigh. Your body was completely limp against the mattress. Your mind was foggy and cloudy, but in the best way this time. There was no insecurity or doubt, only the feeling of belonging to Natasha, and being safe with her.

Natasha moved to lay down beside you, and before you had a chance to react, she pulled your exhausted body into her arms. You let yourself be dragged into her embrace. Natasha’s arms wrapped around you, and she guided your head to rest against her chest with your cheek pressed right against her breasts, just the way you liked.

“My sweet girl… You did so good baby,” Natasha mumbled while pressing gentle kisses into your hair. You managed to respond with a small hum, as you closed your eyes and let yourself relax. Your head felt pleasantly fuzzy, the only thoughts being the safety and warmth of Natasha and her praise.

“We should get you cleaned up a little,” Natasha suggested, but you just shook your head against her chest. 

“No… Stay,” you demanded tiredly. Natasha chuckled affectionately, and started petting your hair in slow motions.

“Okay baby, not yet. We’ll just stay right here,” she promised. Her arms tightened around your relaxed frame, and you felt another kiss being pressed into your hair. You nuzzled your face closer against her chest, earning a soft sigh out of her.

“You’re my perfect girl, you know that?” she praised you, but you were barely even comprehending that anymore. Your mind had slipped into the comfortable cloudiness, and it was only a matter of time before you’d fall asleep. 

“I love you so much, moya milaya devochka..,” you heard Natasha murmur into your hair, before the weight of exhaustion pulled you into sleep.

[stephanieromanoffnsfw]

Study Sessions

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: You and Wanda have been best friends since your first semester of college. When you have to take a physics class, Wanda is more than happy to help you study, but your late night study sessions blur the lines between friendship and romance.

Warnings: 18+ nsfw content; bottom!wanda maximoff, top!reader, fingering (w receiving), oral (w receiving), wanda’s first time with a woman, slight angst, jealousy

A/N: Save me college Wanda, college Wanda save me…

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The sun beamed down on you as you walked across campus, sweat forming on the back of your neck from the heat.

You had just finished your first day of classes for the semester and you were feeling confident about all of them, except for one. Even as an English major, you were stuck taking a physics class to complete some general requirements for graduation.

You could handle the most complex forms of literature on a bad day, but when it came to math and science, you found yourself feeling a little lost.

The good news was that your roommate and best friend, Wanda Maximoff, was a physics major. Wanda was everything you wanted to be - naturally smart, driven, focused, and incredibly organized.

She was also the most beautiful person you had ever laid eyes on, long brown hair that was somehow even softer than it looked, stunning green eyes that sometimes made you nervous under her gaze, and the perfect body - since you shared a room, you’d seen her undress before, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to look like her or fuck her brains out.

You constantly pushed down any desires you felt towards Wanda since she was your best friend, telling yourself your friendship was far too valuable to risk just because you occasionally had confusing feelings towards her.

The two of you had known each other since you both started college. You were roommates your first semester and instantly became close, despite your contrasting personalities. Where you were more relaxed and laid back when it came to your studies, Wanda was very serious. It made sense though, her major was far more demanding than yours was and she always worked hard to maintain her perfect GPA.

You’d always admired Wanda and found that you could no longer envision your life without her by your side. She was easily the best friend you’d ever had; she was supportive when you needed it and stayed on top of you when you felt like slacking. Wanda was extremely likable and you felt honored that she considered you her closest friend as well.

When you finally made it back to your dorm, you sighed as you felt the cool air inside. You headed to your room and unlocked the door, stepping through the threshold to the familiar sight of Wanda studying. You smiled to yourself; it was only the first day of classes and she was already trying to learn as much as she could.

“Hey,” you greeted, setting your things down and plopping into your bed, taking a moment to relax.

“Hi,” Wanda said back, turning in her chair to face you. “How was your first day?”

“It was good,” you responded, looking over at her from your bed. “My professors seem cool, most of my classes don’t seem too hard. What about you?”

“Not too bad, although my nuclear and particle physics class might kick my ass this semester,” Wanda chuckled.

“Is that what you’re over there studying already?” You teased her, gesturing to the open books on her desk.

“Yeah, it’s actually pretty interesting. I want to get ahead this semester so I have more time to hang out with you and do fun stuff,” she explained.

“That’s good. I’ll remind you that you said that the next time you’re trying not to go to a party with me,” you joked, bringing a smile to her face. “Or maybe you could use some of that extra time to help me out, I’m stuck taking a physics class this semester and I have no idea what’s going on.”

“Oh, which one?” Wanda asked, her interest piqued.

“Classical mechanics I think,” you said, feeling slightly embarrassed at needing help with one of the most basic physics courses.

“That’s a fun one,” she commented. “I’d be glad to help detka.”

That was another thing about Wanda. She often called you pet names, in a friendly way of course, but it made your heart flutter every time she did it.

“Okay cool, thank you. Maybe we can have a study session at the library tomorrow if you’re not too busy with classes?” you asked, knowing you only had one class to worry about in the morning.

Wanda turned towards her desk to flip through a binder, checking her schedule. “I have a morning class and one in the afternoon, could we do 7pm?”

“Sounds like a plan,” you said, biting back a smile at the thought of Wanda tutoring you.

“Perfect! I’ll meet you there tomorrow.” She turned back to face you again, her expression becoming serious as she pointed a finger at you. “Ten minutes of bed-rotting time and then I want to see you reading or writing something,” she demanded, trying to motivate you to get ahead like she was.

“Okay mom,” you retorted, rolling your eyes playfully.

She went back to studying, taking notes as she flipped the pages of her nuclear physics textbook. You laid in bed for a few more moments, scrolling through Instagram reels, before getting up to join her in studying.

The next day, you attended your morning class and then grabbed a latte at the coffee shop on campus, deciding to review your notes as you sipped your drink, knowing it’s what Wanda would want you to do.

The rest of the day went by slowly but you managed to get some work done. You were eager for your study session with Wanda, excited to spend some time with her after the two of you had gone home for the summer and had barely seen each other.

You arrived at the library early, finding it to be relatively empty at this time of night. A few students were at the computers, but overall the library was quite vacant. You picked a spot in the corner, away from others, where you felt you’d have the most privacy and the least distractions.

You waited for Wanda, who came in a few minutes later, looking around the shelves before she spotted you.

“Hey,” she greeted as she sat down beside you, her thigh touching yours. She reached into her bag to pull out different colored pens, highlighters, sticky notes, and some of her old physics notes from when she took classical mechanics.

“Hi,” you breathed out, forcing yourself to ignore the feeling of her so close. “Someone came prepared,” you jested, making her laugh softly as she finished setting up.

“I’m here to help you, aren’t I? I have to make sure you have everything you need,” she quipped with a smile and the most adorable nose scrunch.

Your heart skipped a beat at the sight; you didn’t remember it being this hard to be around Wanda, but everything she was doing was driving you crazy in the best way. You watched her for a moment as she placed everything on the table in an organized fashion, biting her lip with a focused expression on her face. You wanted nothing more than to pull her bottom lip from between her teeth and capture it with your own.

“Let’s get started, shall we?” She broke the silence, bringing you back to reality. You blushed at what you were just thinking about, nodding in response.

“Sounds good,” you managed, opening your textbook to the first chapter.

Wanda reached over to move the textbook so it was centered between the two of you and as she did so, your fingers brushed against each other. You almost shivered at the act, the soft touch feeling like too much but not enough at the same time. Wanda didn’t seem affected as she began to dig into the material, asking you what the professor had already gone over.

She somehow kept finding ways to touch you, whether it was a hand on your shoulder or her fingers grazing your own over the textbook as she pointed to pictures and paragraphs. You could barely answer her questions, the close proximity and subtle touches making you yearn for her.

Unbeknownst to you, Wanda was just as affected; she was just better at hiding it. She couldn’t understand why but she kept intentionally finding ways to be closer to you. She didn’t notice the effect it was having on you, too preoccupied with steadying her own heart rate every time she felt your skin against hers.

She’d always thought you were beautiful, but this was something else. She didn’t know why she was struggling to keep her composure around you now. She’d always found comfort in your presence - you often studied together, came home drunk from parties and cuddled in the same bed, or watched movies together laying side by side, the computer across both of your laps.

Something about this study session felt weirdly intimate. She was enjoying teaching you about her passion, physics and science, and maybe that was part of it. She chalked it down to that and tried to push her feelings aside, focusing on helping you with your studies and being a good friend.

A friend - that’s what she was to you and that’s how it would stay. She couldn’t complicate something so perfect with these conflicting feelings of wanting more from you.

Despite both of you trying hard to ignore how you felt, the air was still charged, the tension still there. It wasn’t just this time either - it became a regular occurrence.

Wanda helped you with physics at least once a week and her eager guidance actually helped you grasp the subject more. You found yourself falling in love with the way her eyes would light up when you brought up a subject she knew a lot about. She was so excited every time you understood it too, feeling both accomplished that she could help and proud that you were getting it.

She found it adorable when you didn’t understand something and she loved the way your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to think harder about it. The two of you became closer than ever, which you didn’t think was possible. You and Wanda were already attached at the hip when she wasn’t deep in her studies and you never expected to feel like you were getting to know her better just from a few study sessions, but you loved it.

You found yourself wanting her, despite trying to repress those feelings. Sometimes when you got an answer right and Wanda beamed with excitement, you only wanted to break the distance and kiss her, to feel her lips against your own and wrap your arms around her neck as she kissed you back. You couldn’t help but look at her lips as she spoke, imagining how soft they’d be against your own. Whenever she bit her lip, you wished she was biting yours.

The thoughts weren’t always so innocent though. Yes, you wondered how she would taste as you kissed her, but you also wondered how she would taste with your head between her legs. You wanted to thank her for her help by making her cum on your fingers right there in the library, where anyone could see.

You tried to shake those kinds of thoughts, feeling guilty for thinking of your best friend that way, especially when she was being so kind as to tutor you on the subject you struggled with. She didn’t have a lot of free time to begin with, her workload keeping her fairly busy, and here she was making sure you could pass your physics class with flying colors.

And here you were, too distracted by thoughts of fucking her to pay attention to Newton’s law of attraction. The only law of attraction you could think about was how you felt about Wanda.

Wanda was in the same boat, cursing herself for threatening to ruin your friendship with this newfound attraction towards you. She wondered if her seemingly innocent thoughts about you in the past were actually just the seeds of this desire for you, only now flourishing the more time you spent alone with her.

Whenever she felt your gaze on her, it made her feel hot all over. She tried to ignore it and focus on the material, reminding herself that you just needed help with physics. That’s what she was there for, nothing else.

But sometimes, she wished it was more. When you weren’t looking, she’d rake her eyes over you, taking in the sight of you beside her, feeling her heart stop in her chest when you’d catch her staring. You convinced yourself she was just watching you to make sure you were immersed in the subject, when in reality she was most definitely checking you out.

Still, her eyes on you made you nervous and you brought your attention back to the textbook in front of you solely to rid your cheeks of the blush she caused.

One particular night in the library nearly changed everything.

You read Wanda’s notes about motion and energy, scanning the pages to better understand the concepts. While you admired her neat handwriting and the cute ways she annotated her own notes, Wanda admired the concentrated look on your face.

She was so lost in watching you that she barely noticed when you spoke.

“So special relativity is the exception to Newton’s laws when objects move at high speeds and general relativity is when objects are too massive, right?” You asked, looking up at her for confirmation as she stared at you intently, a slight smirk coming across your features when you caught her.

“Yes,” she choked out, looking away for a second to regain her composure. “And quantum mechanics?”

“That’s the exception when objects are very small,” you responded, feeling confident in your answer.

“Good job,” Wanda praised, making your heart flutter. “You’re really getting it.” She looked at you with nothing but pride and approval, smiling softly.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, feeling hot under her gaze. Despite how nervous she was making you, you didn’t break eye contact.

The two of you sat like that for a moment, just looking at each other, until Wanda’s eyes flicked down to your lips for a brief second. You almost thought you imagined it at first, but then she did it again. You mimicked her actions, looking down at those lips you wanted so desperately to capture with your own.

You swore Wanda was leaning in and you couldn’t stop yourself from doing the same. Your faces were mere inches apart now and you could feel Wanda’s warm breath against your lips.

Before you could close the gap, the door to the library opened and startled both of you. You turned to look at who came in, silently cursing them for ruining the moment as Wanda pulled back to look too.

There was an awkward silence before Wanda cleared her throat. “So now that you know what quantum mechanics is, let’s move on to the definitions of atomic and subatomic,” she said, her voice nearly trembling as she tried to recover from the heated moment you shared.

“Right,” you responded, turning your attention back to her notes, trying to calm your racing heart.

You and Wanda had almost kissed, everything suddenly felt very real. But instead of addressing what just happened, Wanda moved on, bringing the conversation back to the task at hand.

You played along, focusing on looking for the definitions she mentioned, finding it difficult to learn anything new when you had just come so close to kissing the brunette.

The rest of the study session felt tense and slightly awkward, but you made it through the last of the material without any hitches - or almost-kisses. Eventually, the two of you packed up your things and headed out, discussing projects and exams on the way back to your dorm.

A few days later, you were watching a movie in bed when Wanda came in, smiling brightly with a skip in her step.

“What’s got you so giddy today?” You asked, pausing your movie.

“Do you remember Vision, from my data analysis class?”

“Yeah,” you answered, nodding.

“He just asked me out,” she said excitedly. “I said yes of course. We’re going out on Friday, he’s taking me to dinner.”

Her words felt like a punch to the gut. You forced a smile, trying to be happy for her when all you could focus on was the feeling of your heart breaking.

“That’s great, Wands,” you muttered. “I’m happy for you.” The words felt fake coming out of your mouth but you kept up the act and tried to ignore the jealousy bubbling within you.

“He’s so sweet, he even used a silly joke about data to ask me out,” she went on, continuing to tell you about her day as you listened, your mind elsewhere the entire time.

All you could think about was the kiss you almost shared, how it meant everything to you and nothing to Wanda. Obviously she wasn’t interested in you like that and you wondered if you merely imagined the intimacy of the library study sessions. You had to come to terms with the fact that the tension you felt in the air when you were with Wanda lately was all in your head.

You thought when you almost kissed that maybe, just maybe, she felt the same way. Now, you realized you were horribly wrong, the harsh reality hitting you like a truck. Wanda was just being nice helping you study and you let yourself believe that it was more. You felt incredibly stupid, wishing the ground would swallow you whole so you didn’t have to hear any more about the date Vision was taking Wanda on.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda only said yes to Vision out of pure denial. She was having a hard time coping with her feelings for you and this seemed like a good way to move on, to try to save your friendship from her own selfish desires. She was excited for her date, hoping that it would take her mind off of you.

Maybe Vision would be the perfect guy for her and she could fall for him instead. He was handsome, slightly dorky, and very chivalrous, always holding the door open for her when they showed up to class at the same time. He was planning on taking her to a lovely restaurant near campus and Wanda was trying her best to look forward to it.

Friday rolled around and Wanda went on her date, which couldn’t have gone better. Vision greeted her at her dorm with flowers, walking her to his car and taking them to the restaurant. He listened intently while Wanda talked about herself and her passions, seeming genuinely interested. He paid at the end of dinner, leaving a generous tip for their server which Wanda found attractive. He asked politely to kiss her when he dropped her back off and didn’t pressure her for more.

Despite how wonderful the date was, Wanda was frustrated. She didn’t feel a spark with him like she did with you. She didn’t feel anything when they kissed, not even when he cupped her cheek in his hand as he moved his lips softly against her own.

Wanda felt more butterflies in her stomach from your hand brushing against hers during a study session than she did from kissing Vision at the end of their date and she hated it.

She figured it would take some time to get over you and continued to see Vision, going on a couple dates a week with him when she had the free time. She tried to continue your study sessions as well, but you told her you didn’t need the extra help and to just have fun with Vision. She felt slightly hurt - she didn’t like the idea of you not needing her anymore - but she was also proud of you for taking on the subject on your own.

You, on the other hand, were avoiding Wanda at all costs. You only came back to the dorm when she was in class or when she was already asleep, staying out late hanging around college parties that weren’t nearly as fun without your best friend.

You were in far too deep and came to the conclusion that you needed to move on in order to stay friends with Wanda. So you kept your distance, hoping that not seeing her or hearing from her would help you lose feelings for her.

You also couldn’t bear to see her with Vision; the sight of them together on campus made you feel sick to your stomach. You didn’t want to hear about their dates either, knowing it would destroy you. You couldn’t possibly listen to Wanda describe how he got to take her out and kiss her and hold her when it should’ve been you, not without revealing your true feelings to her.

While you spent your days hiding from the brunette, Wanda was confused as to why you were avoiding her, not understanding that it was an act of self-preservation.

She had so many things she was excited to tell you about - being the top student in her relativity class, getting a perfect score on her nuclear and particle physics exam, and of course, her budding relationship with Vision. The opportunity to tell you never came, as you were gone until she went to sleep and out of the dorm before she woke up.

She missed your study sessions, even if not having those intimate moments with you was for the best. She missed your movie nights, your conversations, your presence in general - she missed everything about you. It frustrated her to no end that she could never seem to see you anymore and she wondered how you could possibly become so busy all of a sudden.

She only realized you were actively avoiding her one night when she stayed up late, waiting to see if you’d come back to the dorm.

When you entered, you were surprised to see her still awake.

“Hey,” she said, happy to see you for the first time in weeks. “Where were you?”

“At a party,” you said back coldly. You internally cursed yourself for not staying out later, unaware that Wanda would still be up when you came back. You looked around before grabbing some things from your dresser. “I need to shower,” you announced, leaving the room before Wanda could ask any more questions.

The brunette waited up for you, but you never came back. She waited hours before she finally succumbed to sleep, her thoughts a jumbled mess as she drifted away.

When she woke up the next morning and you were still gone, she knew you were actually making an effort not to see her and she could only wonder what she had done wrong. She mulled over it for a while but came up with nothing. She thought back to the almost-kiss and wondered if maybe she had made you uncomfortable that night.

Days went by and you continued to avoid her. Not knowing why you were staying away from her was driving her crazy. Her grades even began to suffer from how distracted she was in class, her mind consumed with thoughts of you.

She finally decided to confront you about it, but first she’d have to actually find you. She vaguely knew your class schedule but didn’t want to corner you in a public place, so she went to the one place she thought you might be late in the evening.

As soon as she entered the library after hours, she saw you in the corner at the same table the two of you used to sit at for your study sessions.

You were nose deep in your physics textbook, focusing intently as you tried to understand the topics without Wanda’s help. She walked over to you, mentally hyping herself up for the conversation she was both anticipating and dreading.

When you set the book down to take notes, you looked up and your eyes widened at the sight of Wanda approaching you.

Before you could say anything, she was taking a seat across from you. “Why are you avoiding me?” she demanded, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, her tilting to the side.

“I- I’m not, I-” you stuttered out.

“Don’t,” she interrupted. “Don’t lie to me. You’re never back at the dorm anymore, you stopped spending any time with me, you literally said you were going to shower and just never came back. So don’t you dare lie to me right now.”

“I’ve just been busy,” you said nonchalantly, not wanting to tell her the truth. “I have a life outside of you, you know.” You regretted the words as soon as you said them.

“Bullshit,” she responded, getting angry. “You’re avoiding me and I can’t for the life of me figure out why. What did I do to you?”

“Nothing, Wands,” you reassured her. “You didn’t do anything. I just- I need to be alone.”

“Why?” She didn’t let up. She came here to get answers and she would get them one way or another.

“It’s personal,” you tried, hoping she wouldn’t press any further.

She scoffed. “What’s so personal you can’t share it with your best friend?”

You were at a loss for words. You couldn’t tell her the truth and risk ruining your friendship, but at this point there was barely anything left to ruin. You hadn’t seen Wanda properly in weeks, your friendship with her was practically nonexistent at the moment.

When you didn’t respond, she spoke again, softer this time. “What’s going on? You can tell me anything,” she uttered, reaching out to place a hand over yours.

“I can’t tell you this,” you mumbled, feeling your resolve weakening.

“What could possibly be so bad you can’t tell me?” She asked, her heart falling at the sight of you looking so small under her gaze.

“I- I can’t stand to see you with him,” you whispered, your voice so low she almost didn’t hear you.

“With who? Vision?” she asked and you nodded, looking down at your lap. “I still have time for you too, I’m not choosing him over you,” she tried to dispel your worries, not yet understanding what you were implying with your confession.

“No, Wanda, I can’t stand to see him with you,” you said, avoiding eye contact. “You don’t get it, you are choosing him and it hurts too much to be around you.”

“What are you saying?” She questioned, feeling both confused and hurt.

“I’m saying that I like you, Wanda,” you started. “As more than a friend.”

Wanda was silent for a moment, processing what you were telling her. Could she really have been so oblivious that she didn’t notice you wanted her too? It all made sense now. You’d stopped hanging out with her right around the time Vision came into the picture and she couldn’t figure out why, but now she understood.

“Please say something,” you said, feeling nervous and vulnerable as you looked up at her, unable to read her expression.

“I- I didn’t know,” she managed to get out.

“That was kind of the point,” you retorted, half-smiling to alleviate some of the tension.

Wanda let out a suppressed laugh. “I only started seeing Vision because I like you too,” she began. “I thought if I could be with him, I wouldn’t have to worry about complicating things with my feelings.”

Your mouth fell open at her words; you weren’t expecting her to ever reciprocate how you felt about her. “You do?”

She nodded. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship,” she said.

“Me neither,” you mumbled, looking down at her lips for a moment before making eye contact with her again.

She smirked when she noticed where your eyes went, making you blush. “I don’t think that’s a problem anymore,” she said, her eyes flicking down to your lips and back up.

“I think you may be right,” was all you could say before you stood up and walked around the table. Wanda stood up too, meeting you halfway as you pulled her in for a kiss that was long overdue.

You sighed against her lips, kissing her deeply the way you’d wanted to for so long. Your mouths moved together perfectly and it felt so right, you didn’t think you’d ever be able to stop.

This was what Wanda was waiting for.

The kiss she shared with you was everything her kiss with Vision wasn’t. It was electrifying in the best way, butterflies erupting in her stomach with every movement of your lips against hers.

When her tongue traced your bottom lip, you nearly moaned into the kiss, immediately granting her entry. Your tongue collided with hers and she whimpered, the sound going straight to your core. You brought a hand up to caress her cheek, your other hand going to the back of her head to play with her hair, causing her to let out a soft moan. This was everything you could’ve imagined and more.

Wanda’s hands came up to your face, cradling it as she deepened the kiss. Your lips and tongues moved in tandem, neither of you wanting to stop any time soon.

When you finally did detach from her, it was to catch your breath. You stayed close, your noses still touching as the two of you breathed against each other. You felt every breath from the brunette against your skin, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as you finally opened your eyes.

You pulled back slightly to look at her, her eyes opening to meet your stare. Her pupils were dilated and you were sure yours looked similar. She looked so beautiful looking at you longingly, her lips swollen from the kiss and her breaths coming out labored, green eyes sparkling with lust and adoration.

“Wow,” you breathed out.

“Wow indeed,” she agreed, chuckling as she pulled you in for another kiss, this one much shorter than the first.

A comfortable silence fell over you, the two of you taking in the moment.

“So what now?” you asked, looking at her tenderly.

“I don’t know,” she answered, biting her lip. “It’s safe to say the friendship is ruined at this point, because I don’t want this to be the only time we do that.”

You nodded your agreement. “Me too,” you replied, your eyes falling to her lips once again. “I want you, Wanda. I have for so long.”

“I want you too,” she said without hesitation. “I’ll tell Vision it’s not working out. I want to see where this goes.”

You made a face at the mention of his name and Wanda chuckled. “Oh, you really don’t like him, huh?” She teased.

“Not one bit,” you murmured. “Not when he got to have what I wanted so badly.”

“Charmer.” She smiled at you, her cheeks turning red at your words.

“Can I kiss you again?” You blurted out, feeling your own cheeks redden at your neediness.

She responded by pressing her lips to yours once more and letting her tongue slide into your mouth, humming into the kiss contentedly.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, languidly kissing in the library after hours, catching up on lost time.

When you went back to your shared dorm for the night, you picked back up where you left off, this time with Wanda in your lap as you laid in your bed. Every once in a while, she’d grind her hips down against your lap just to hear you grunt in arousal against her lips.

You fell asleep together in your bed, Wanda’s head on your shoulder as her breathing evened out.

The following week, Wanda ended things with Vision and you took Wanda out on a proper date. Vision’s date paled in comparison to the one you took her on. This date was better simply because it was you and not him, but on top of that, you took her somewhere nice and treated her like a princess the whole night. She practically swooned every time you held the door for her, complimented her, or pulled out her chair for her.

By the end of the night, you were on cloud nine. It was just like spending time with your best friend, but this was infinitely better because you could kiss her whenever you wanted and tell her how beautiful she looked at any given moment.

You walked back to your dorm together, fingers interlocked as you listened to her talk about her dreams after college. When you made it back to the dorm, you opened the door to let her in first.

“Such a gentleman,” she joked, stepping in, and you followed.

“You wouldn’t be saying that if you knew what I wanted to do to you right now,” you said, pushing her against the door softly and looking at her for permission to kiss her.

A pang of arousal shot through her at your words. She wasn’t expecting you to be so bold, but she also wasn’t complaining. “Oh yeah?” she asked, playing along. “How about you show me?”

You didn’t hesitate as you kissed her hungrily, the feeling of her lips on yours making you feel dizzy with lust. You slipped your tongue into her mouth and she gasped at how eager you were, kissing you back with just as much fervor.

You trailed your kisses down to her neck, making her moan as you licked and sucked at the soft skin there. Her perfume invaded your senses and you groaned against her neck, her scent making your knees weak.

Her moans spurred you on as you sucked at her pulse point. She gripped your shoulders, her head thrown back against the door, eyes fluttering closed as you continued your assault on her neck.

She pulled you back up for another kiss, moaning into your mouth when you sunk your teeth into her bottom lip. When you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, you ran your thumb along her bottom lip, gazing into her lustful eyes.

“Are you sure about this?” You checked in with her, wanting to make sure she was really okay with what was about to happen.

“I’ve never been with a woman before,” she admitted, suddenly feeling shy. “But I want it to be you, please.”

You nearly groaned out loud hearing her beg for you, nodding as you lifted her up and carried her to your bed. You placed her down gently, crawling on top of her and kissing her again.

You once again began your descent, kissing her neck and sucking on her soft spots. She squirmed beneath you, feeling herself becoming wet under your touch.

Your fingers found the bottom of her shirt, playing with the fabric as you silently asked for permission to remove it. “Take it off,” Wanda whispered, starting to feel desperate from your slow teasing.

She sat up so you could pull the shirt off of her and reached back to unclasp her bra, letting the material fall from her shoulders. Your mouth fell open at the sight of her bare chest, nipples already hard. You’d seen her topless before while she was changing, but never like this. You’d never been allowed to look as much as you wanted, to admire her before you.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” you said, bringing your hands up to her chest as she leaned back again. Your thumbs brushed over her nipples, causing her to let out a whimper that sent heat coursing through your body.

You leaned in to take one of her nipples in your mouth, licking it gently before sucking on the hardened bud. Wanda moaned at that, the sound making you even more aroused. She sounded so pretty moaning under your touch and you couldn’t wait to hear what she sounded like when she came undone for you.

You gave her other nipple the same attention before moving down, one hand finding its way under her skirt. Your fingers reached her center, feeling a wet spot on the front of her underwear.

“You’re so wet for me,” you mumbled, in awe of how turned on she was. It almost made you feel a bit cocky, knowing it was you who made her so wet she was soaking through her panties.

“Please,” the brunette gasped out, bucking her hips up against your fingers. “Need you.”

“Yeah? You need me, pretty girl?” You cooed, rubbing your fingers along her slit over her underwear.

She nodded frantically, her hips desperately trying to meet your hand for any sort of friction against her aching pussy. You pushed aside her panties to touch her without any barriers and you let out a moan of your own at the soft, slick feeling of her folds against your fingertips. She was dripping, her wetness clinging to your skin and the lace of her panties as you dragged your fingers through her folds teasingly.

All of a sudden, you pulled your hand back and she whined, already missing the contact. “Shh, I’m just gonna take these off, okay?” You asked, subtly making sure she was comfortable with you removing the last of her clothes.

“Yeah,” she responded, lifting her hips so you could pull her skirt and panties off in one motion.

Once she was rid of her clothes, you took a moment to appreciate the view before you. Wanda was gorgeous all over, you thought to yourself, admiring her underneath you. You raked your eyes over her, committing the sight to memory as she blushed against the covers of your bed, feeling hot under your gaze.

“You can stare all you want later, right now I need you,” she said breathily, grabbing your hand and bringing it to where she needed you most. Your fingers met her wet center once more and you immediately started rubbing her clit, making her moan and buck her hips.

You kissed her again, swallowing her moans as you picked up your pace, making tight circles on her sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, just like that,” she whimpered, her face contorted in pleasure, eyebrows furrowed, heavy breaths escaping her as you brought her pleasure.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” you mumbled, watching her throw her head back and close her eyes as she got lost in the feeling of your fingers against her.

You stopped your movements just long enough to tease her entrance and upon hearing another “please,” you slid a finger inside. You fucked her with one finger for a few moments before sliding another one in, causing her to let out a guttural moan at the feeling of you stretching her out.

You kissed down her body again, making your way down to where you desperately wanted to taste her. When your hot mouth met her clit, she let out another delicious sound, her hips starting to grind against you, chasing her pleasure. Her movements caused her clit to rub against your tongue while your fingers pumped inside of her and she felt herself becoming close already.

“You taste so good,” you praised, barely moving your mouth from her pussy to speak, before reattaching your lips to her clit and sucking hard. She moaned at your words and at the pressure building in her lower stomach, continuing to rut her hips against you.

“I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m so close,” she moaned, one hand coming to the back of your head to keep you there, as if you would ever deny her anything.

With a few more thrusts of your fingers, she came undone, loud moans filling the room as she reached her peak. Her hips stuttered against your face, her clit pulsing under your tongue while her pussy clenched around your fingers.

You slowed your movements, helping her ride out the aftershocks, small whimpers and moans leaving her as she came down from her high. She sighed, all of the tension having left her body, before pulling you up for a kiss, tasting herself on your tongue.

“I could get used that,” she hummed, smiling up at you tiredly.

“Me too,” you panted out, still incredibly turned on from seeing her cum for you. “I kinda can’t wait to do it again.”

“You want me that bad?” She teased, smirking.

“Absolutely,” you replied genuinely, staring at her with so much love and lust in your eyes it made her heart flutter and her pussy throb.

“Go ahead baby, fuck me again,” she said, your own cunt clenching around nothing at her words. You returned to your new favorite spot between her legs and did exactly what she told you, her hand in your hair guiding you the whole time.

After three more rounds, Wanda was spent, and you joined her at the head of the bed, letting her turn towards you and rest her head on your shoulder. You held her close as she traced patterns on your arm, catching her breath after falling apart for you so many times.

“Do you still need help with physics?” She asked, breaking the silence.

You chuckled at that. “Yes, desperately,” you responded, letting a hand come up to play with her hair. “I have no idea what I’m doing.”

She laughed, finding it amusing that you’d needed her help the past few weeks but were too stubborn to ask for it. “Study session this week?” she suggested, her eyes falling closed at the feeling of your fingers on her scalp.

“I wouldn’t miss it,” you said, smiling happily, feeling at peace in the arms of the girl you loved.

You never would’ve thought you would be so grateful for having to take a physics course, but now you were certain it was the best thing that had ever happened to you.

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Hi, big fan here. Can you do something like fallen angel Wanda who's still innocent about humans? She was sent down to earth due to some reasons. She's curious about humans especially human's physical interactions, she's curious onto why human body seemed to be weak when she had taken reader over and over. Reader who's passed out naked in front of Wanda, and Wanda who's innocently angel-like looking and tilting her head on reader curious on why she's passed out when she's not even starting yet.

It started when Wanda saw a movie and there's this scene that piqued her curiosity about physical human interactions. And straight out told reader, "I want to do that to you." She may be innocent, but Wanda knows what she wants. Additional if Wanda's having her wings wrapped around reader while she pounds reader for her dear life...

Angel

Pairings: Angel!wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: 1,242

Warnings: smut, overstimulation, innocent!wanda, clinginess from Wanda, strap ons

Maybe taking Wanda exploring in a sex shop wasn’t the best idea. And maybe letting her pick out her favorite toy wasn’t either. Because now she giggled to herself with a mischievous grin as she held you close to her own body, the large strap pounding in and out of you repeatedly. She didn’t even realize her strength, her speed, her overstimulation. No, she was just having fun, and watching your eyes roll to the back of your head always satisfied her. Your hands went to her chest to try to wordlessly push her off due to your multiple orgasms now controlling your mind and emotions. But deep down you knew you wanted to keep this up for hours if it wasn’t for how quickly she tiptoed you over the edge. She tilted her head in confusion, not exactly understanding why you were trying to push her off. Her lips formed a pout, thinking you didn’t want her so close to you anymore. 

“Y/N…do you not want me hugging you anymore? I really like your hugs…” She could almost make you feel guilty for needing to push her off, but you shook her off, a loud moan rippling through your throat. You glanced down at your swollen cunt and she followed your eyes. “Oh, yeah, that! What about it?” 

“Please…c-can’t- ah! Can’t take anymore!” You rushed out, your hand coming to cover your mouth as your body began shaking violently once again. Her eyes widened, quickly pulling out of you and pausing your next breach of release.

“Fuck…I- whatever, thank you, baby…” You muttered out, your breath shaky as she sat there with a wide smile before looking down at your cunt.

“Uhm…are you sore? I- I didn’t mean to hurt you, I swear! I’m really sorr-“

“No, no, baby, it’s…it’s okay. I’m okay.” You tried to reassure, but your body was too weak to do much else. You tried rolling out of bed, but you fell instantly. Wanda instantly rushed to your side and picked you up bridal style in her arms, her eyes searching your face for any misfortunes. 

“Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Why did you try getting out of bed?” She continued asking multiple questions while continuing to hold you as if you weighed the same weight of a feather.

“Wanda, I- I need to clean up, you understand?”

“Clean up what? The house is spotless already! You do a really good job of cleaning, you know-“

“No, I mean me! Me, I need to clean me.” You slowly got out, the weakness in your bones forcing your mouth to move as slowly. She had a face of realization and then quickly brought you into the bathroom, leading you to the toilet after your instructions. She closed her eyes and looked away when you went, and then took over five minutes searching for a cloth that was right in front of her the entire time so that she could clean you. You would bathe in the morning and clean the sheets then too, but right now, you couldn’t. 

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A few days later you were watching a movie your friend suggested to you when Wanda came in, awoken from her nap. She was pouty, clearly upset that you had gotten up in the time of her sleeping but, to your defense, she was such a light sleeper and you didn’t want to wake her up. Plus, you had no clue how long she’d be sleeping for. She plopped down next to you, basically on top of you, and dangled her feet back and forth over the couch, watching curiously. She asked every question you could since she joined late, and you eventually just had to restart it so she’d be caught up. Did that stop the questions? No. 

“I have another question,” You quietly sighed and nodded, encouraging her to speak. “Can I do that to you?” She pointed to the screen where a male character had the female character bent over and started thrusting into her. You nearly coughed on the popcorn you had been eating due to the shock factor, but slowly nodded.

“Yay! I’ll go get my toys then!” Wanda quickly sprung up, only for you to grab her arm and hold her back.

“Wait- now?” 

“Well…yeah? Please? Pretty please?” She dragged out her words, making it impossible for you to deny her puppy dog eyes. Moments later she came back with the large strap in hand and had you put it around her waist, giggling to herself as you did so. She then gently turned you around and bent you over the couch, your ass facing up and your face down. She hesitantly smacked your butt like the character did, only to quickly apologize and rub the area with her hand, pressing a kiss to the soft skin.

When she was inside you, she couldn’t feel how heavenly her long, protruding length felt. She didn’t realize that it took you about two minutes to orgasm due to some power she must’ve had. No man nor woman had ever been able to mimic what she was doing, and she didn’t even realize it. 

“Wanda- Wanda, please! Fuck, I- I’m gonna cum!” Wanda tilted her head in confusion but just kept going, watching your legs shake furiously the more she thrusted into you. She held onto your hips and leaned over you so she could simply hug you, yet the small action caused her to scratch your g-spot perfectly.

“D-don’t move, honey- s-stay right there!” You mustered out, only to feel complete disappointment when she stopped moving in general. “No! I- Wanda, I mean keep moving your hips but don’t move from where you’re holding me right now, you got it?” 

“Oh…okay!” All you could feel was overwhelming pleasure as your second orgasm came over you in a title wave, your mouth hanging low but your moans becoming silent. Your cunt was starting to feel sore, and you knew one more was the maximum. But now Wanda was starting to feel the strap rub against her clit softly, and she was chasing that with her thrusts. The quicker she fucked you, the quicker her little bud was played with. She whimpered softly into your ear and felt her wings forming around you, the two of you being wrapped up in her ball of protection. She cried out, quiet moans being whispered against you.

“Y/N…I- I feel funny…”

“You just need to cum, baby- so do I! Let it-…fuck! Right there, such a good girl, Wanda…let it all out for me!” She felt her teeth gently sink into your shoulder as her orgasm rippled through her body. You felt your own doing the same and tightly clasped onto her hand holding your stomach. 

“Wanda, honey, no- no more, okay?” She whined, her hips still jutting into you.

“But it’s fun! And it feels really good…”

Wanda, if you don’t listen to me I’m going to have to punish you.” She gulped, her movements instantly halting. That was the first time she heard the words come from your mouth; punishment. But she knew exactly what it meant. Her wings slowly unwrapped around you two, the strap slowly escaping you, yet her arms stayed where they were.

“…Can I at least hold you still?” You chuckled softly, reaching behind you to play with her hair and kiss her lips.

“You can always hold me, pretty girl.” 

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Oh Crap!

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Maximoff! Reader

Summary: Yelena and you have done a good job at hiding yourself from your older siters, until one walks in at the wrong time, exposing the relationship.  ➥ Fluff & Light Smut

Warnings: AU where you and Yelena are young adults, (19) | 2.8K

Translations: detka (baby), голубь (dove), иди сюда (come here), davay, detka (go ahead, baby)

AC: I used google translator for all translations, I am aware they aren't 100% correct!

“Natasha is going on a mission and will be back Monday afternoon, do you want to stay?” the text from your girlfriend, Yelena read. You looked up and saw your older sister, Wanda chopping up fruit for the fruit salad she was making. “I’ll let you know; Wanda hasn’t mentioned anything about a mission x” you replied before returning your attention to your textbooks.

“Y/n, do you want a bowl?” Wanda shortly called. “Yes please” you smiled. 

You admired your sister for always taking caring of you, despite everything that has happened she always made sure you were okay, safe and had a roof over your head. After what happened with your parents and Pietro, you both only had each other, so you thought. Wanda joined the Avengers and suddenly you both had this extended family that welcomed you both with open arms. 

Natasha is Wanda’s best friend, she really helped Wanda through the times you didn’t see, the hard times Wanda swore to keep you from seeing. You loved Natasha which is why it made things harder when you started seeing her younger sister, Yelena. It just happened; it wasn’t like you planned to fall in love with Yelena, but you always found yourself texting her late at night when Wanda was off on a mission. 

The rule was that if a mission was longer than a week, you’d stay at the compound, otherwise you had the small apartment to yourself. That was until you found yourself staying with Yelena more often when Wanda and Nat were away. 

“Uhm, I have a mission, it’s only four days so you can stay here or the compound” Wanda smiled softly, she hated leaving you while you were studying for important tests but when the world called, you understood. “That’s fine, I’ll probably just bum around here” you assure her as she placed the bowl of mixed fruit in front of you. “Thanks” you looked up at her. “When you do you leave?” you asked, stabbing your fork into the fruit. “I’ve gotta gather my things and go now pretty much” she sighed. 

“It’s ok, Wands, I’ll fine” you smiled at her. “Don’t study too hard, okay?” she kissed your forehead before walking to her room. 

“Wanda is packing her things now, what time do you want me over baby? Xx” you quickly texted Yelena while Wanda wasn’t around.

“I’m at the compound now, I’ll come pick you up after they leave?” Yelena’s name lit up your phone. “Sounds perfect, I miss you” you pressed reply. 

“About time they had a mission, I miss holding you detka”. You smiled to yourself at Yelena’s message. 

“Who are they?” Wanda’s voice startled you. “Huh?” you locked your phone before she could read any names. “You’re smiling like an idiot in love, who are they?” she replied. “Oh, no, Kate just sent me a meme” you lied. “A what?” Wanda frowned slightly. You rolled your eyes at her confusion. “It’s usually just a relatable joke with a funny photo” you explained. “Can I see?” Wanda asked, cocking her eyebrow. “Oh, it was sent on snapchat” you made the excuse. “Oh right, anyways. I’ll be back Monday afternoon. Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” 

Snapchat, she understands but not a meme? You thought to yourself. “Stop worrying about me Wanda, I’ll be fine. Now, go, and be safe!” you stood from your seat at the small dining table and hugged your older sister tightly. “I love you” she whispered, “I love you too” you smiled as you pulled away. “Text me if you need anything and if you feel unsafe, go to the compound until I get back, okay?” 

You nodded and assured Wanda you’d be fine. She hugged you once more before leaving the apartment, you smiled widely before rushing to your room and packing some things before Yelena came to get you. 

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You took your study seriously, a promise to Wanda that you’d make something of yourself that didn’t involve being an Avenger of any sort. She wanted you to live a normal life, even if you had powers of your own, you promised to never use them unless necessary. 

Yelena was in the kitchen making up some mac and cheese for the two of you as you continued studying at the dining table. “Detka, you have all weekend to study, take a break” Yelena spoke as she placed a bottle of water in front of you. “I’m almost done, plus it’s only Thursday. If I get everything done tonight than you have me all to yourself for the whole weekend” you looked up at the blond. “I’m going to hold you to that” Yelena smirked before returning to the kitchen. 

Once dinner was made, you your textbooks to the side and gave Yelena your attention during dinner, she sat across from you, admiring you in silence as you ate. “I really should teach you how to cook something other than mac and cheese” you chuckled, “What is wrong with my mac and cheese?” Yelena tilted her head. “Nothing baby, but you can’t live of this when Natasha isn’t here” you explained. 

“You know Natasha mainly lives off peanut butter sandwiches” Yelena playfully argued. You shook your head before reaching over the table and placing a kiss on the Russian’s lips. “Give me another” she mumbled. “After I finish this” you smirked as you pulled your textbooks back in front of you. 

Yelena washed up the dishes before making herself comfortable in the living room watching a movie. She managed to watch two movies and you still hadn’t finished your studying. “Detka, it’s late, take a break, please” Yelena spoke as she walked up behind you. “I can’t, I just want to finish this last question” you mumbled, deeply focused on the paragraph of information in front of you, you didn’t notice the droplets of red falling on your notes. 

“Detka! Enough” Yelena gently made you look at her, her grip on your chin didn’t hurt but it made you see what she was seeing. “Oh shit” you spat, wiping your nose with the back of your hand. “Put your head back” Yelena said before she grabbed a tissue. “Here” she helped you twist the tissue enough to block your nose, catching the rest of the blood. “You’re studying to hard again” she kissed your forehead, “it’s enough for tonight, okay” she added. You nodded softly, there was no fighting her as she closed over your textbooks and cleaned up the mess on the table. 

Yelena took you to the bathroom, running a warm shower for you before she grabbed your PJs from your bag, laying them on the bed ready for you. 

“Thank you” you kissed her as you stood wrapped in a towel. “Anything for you” she whispered. 

Once you finally got into Yelena’s bed, she wasted no time pulling you close to her, hold you with such love. “Finally,” she sighed, “I missed you” she whispered, kissing the back of your neck. “You know, if we just came clean and told them when we would be able to do this anytime” you chuckled. “You think Wanda is going to just be okay with this?” Yelena replied. You thought about it for a moment before your mind drifted to the glare you’d get from Natasha. “Yeah, I don’t think Nat would like it either” you huffed. 

“Plus, I like you being my little secret” Yelena admitted. 

“Is that so?” you bit your bottom lip softly, not that Yelena could see. Yelena gave you a sense of safety, she knew your worries for Wanda as she had the same for Nat, not that she’d ever admit it. 

“Nobody knows what we have, I like that, it’s just us, you know?” 

“Yeah” you said softly, your eyes struggling to stay awake. Yelena noticed your breathing levelling out. She knew you wouldn’t last long; you were tired, and she saw it before you did. “Goodnight голубь” she whispered as you fell asleep. 

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You naturally woke up at 7:30am, Yelena still sleeping peacefully as you brushed the loose hairs out of her face, kissing her forehead then the tip of her nose before leaving one on her exposed cheek. She stirred; eyes fluttered awake to see you smiling softly at her. “Good morning” she mumbled. You gave her a moment to wake up more before you kissed her lips. “What’s that for?” she asked, feeling the neediness in your lips. “Because I love you” you whispered, kissing her once again, “and” you said between kisses, “you’re just so kissable” you added before kissing her with more neediness than before. Yelena caught on quickly, pulling you on top of her to straddle her waist. “You sure?” she asked you, something she always asked before you two slept together. “Yes” you nodded. Yelena smirked and carefully lifted you off her and getting out from the bed, walking over the wardrobe.

You sat watching her as you bit down on your bottom lip. She attached the harness to her waist before walking back to the bed. You pulled her on top of you, kissing her roughly. “I don’t want to play around; I just want to forget” you whispered against her lips. The stress of studying and test flooding your mind for weeks and Yelena knew it. “I’ve got you” Yelena said before placing kisses down your neck. Her right hand running up your shirt, cupping your breast. Even though you told her you didn’t want to play around this time, she still took her time with you. Lifting your shirt over your head and throwing it to the floor where the rest of your sleepwear would end up. 

Kisses from your neck down through the valley between your breast to the herm of your panties, she left her mark ever so lightly. “Elena” you moaned softly as she removed your panties. “Da detka?” she asked in Russian, sending a wave straight to your core. “Stop playing, please” you begged. Yelena smirked before collecting your arousal on the tip of her toy. “иди сюда” Yelena groaned, pulling you up from the bed. She sat with her back resting on the bedhead before pulling you to straddle her again. “Davay, detka” Yelena looked up at you before you lowered yourself onto the toy. 

This was her favourite position and view. Your head throw back slightly, giving her plenty of access to your neck while her hands rested on your hips, helping you ride her strap. The moans she pulled of you from this position drove her crazy for more as she gave attention to your hardened nipples. 

“F-f-fuck Elena” you moaned as she started to fuck into you harder, your hands resting on her shoulders for support. 

“Hey, Yelena do you know why” Natasha’s voice came down the hall, neither of you hearing her. 

“I’m… so…. - agh, close” you stuttered to Yelena, her hands running up your back. 

“Y/n’s books ar- “Natasha opened the bedroom door. “OH GOD!” the Russian called, slamming the door shut quickly. 

“OH CRAP!” You stopped all movements, Yelena looking up at you with a smirk. “Well, I guess we don’t need to tell her now” Yelena chuckles, you gave her shoulder a playful slap “she just walked in on us! I thought you said she wasn’t coming back until Monday!” You stressed, still straddling Yelena. 

Natasha walked into the living room unsure how to approach the situation. 

“Shush, just forget about it, she’s probably left the house again” Yelena smirked once more before she slowly moved her hips again. “Oh no!” You sighed shaking your head. “What? Come on you said you were close” Yelena winked, licking her lips. 

You slowly hopped off her and started putting your sleepwear back on. “I’m not finishing after your sister just saw more of than she needed too” you spoke before Yelena removed the harness, throwing the toy to the side. She redressed herself before pulling you close to her, her arms wrapped around your waist once again. “Don’t go” she whispered before kissing your forehead. “Elena, this is so embarrassing” you nervously smiled. “It’ll be fine, it’s just Natasha” Yelena placed a soft kiss on your lips before the two of you walked into the living room.

Natasha sat on the sofa flicking through a trashy gossip magazine repeatedly unsure what to say once she felt the presence of Yelena and you standing in the door frame. “You’re home early” Yelena broke the silence. 

“No no no, we’re not doing that” Natasha threw the magazine on the coffee table then stood to face you both. You felt the cheeks go red with embarrassment as Natasha made eye contact with you. “Does Wanda know about…. this?” She asked trying to shake the image of you and her younger sister. You shook your head slightly, chocking on your words “n... n-…no”. You weren’t scared of Natasha but she sure as hell knew how to make people feel intimidated by a simple glare. 

“Nat, I’m s-sorry…we wanted to tell you b-both, but we just didn’t want to make things weird or anything” you blabbered. Yelena’s hand reaching for the small of your back, rubbing her thumb up and down slowly to comfort you. 

“Weird or anything?” Natasha repeated your words. You nodded, “well…we weren’t sure how you and Wanda would react” you explained. “Not that it’s really anybody’s business what we do” Yelena commented causing Natasha’s glare to shift to her sister. “You want to say that to Wanda?” She cocked an eyebrow. “Sure, why not? What is she going to do? Put a hex on me?” Yelena chuckled. You gave her a softly elbow to the ribs, “stop” you whispered. 

“Alright smart ass, I’ll call her” Natasha pulled her phone out from her back pocket. Your heart skipped a beat while your head filled with the possible reaction of what Wanda would do. “Nat! Don’t, please! I’ll tell her when I get home…I’ll explain everything. Everything from when Yelena and I first started dating, just please don’t call her!” You begged, taking a few steps towards her. “I’ll leave right now” you added. 

“Oh, it’ll be fine” Nat replied, ignoring your begs and put Wanda on speaker. 

“Hello? Nat, what’s up? I’m driving” you heard your sister’s voice. 

“Any chance you could come back? Y/n is here, and I believe she’s going to want a lift home” Nat spoke. Wanda didn’t think much of the comment and agreed to come back. 

The three of you stood in silence before Yelena huffed and went back to her room. “Elena” you said softly before following her. “This is crap. We’re adults. Why can’t we be treated like ones?” Yelena said. You didn’t reply, instead you hugged her, kissing her lips once more “it’ll be fine. I’ll deal with Wanda, you...just deal with Nat” you suggested. 

It was long after that you heard Wanda’s hello from the front door. “Come on, let’s just come clean and hope for the best” you grabbed Yelena’s hand and walked out to the living room once again. 

“Y/n, are you ready to go?” Wanda smiled, Natasha looking at you both with an amused look. 

“Wanda…I have to tell you something” you said, quickly looking to Natasha. “Go on, you said you’d explain everything” she coached. 

“Explain what?” Wanda looked back and forth between you and Nat then between you and Yelena “Oh” she said softly as the sight of your hand interlocked with Yelena’s registered with her. 

“Yelena and I” you paused when you saw Nat getting more amused by the situation. “We’re together and have been for a while” you finally said it. “Now tell Wanda why we’re here” Natasha suggested, instantly you shook your head. “Natasha stop teasing!” Yelena glared harshly at her sister. 

“Well, you either tell me or I’ll just see it for myself” Wanda spoke, hinting she’d enter your mind. You sighed but before you could speak, Yelena stood forward. “Natasha walked in on Y/n and I. That’s it” she confessed. 

“Walk in? You mean?” Wanda cocked her eyebrow. Yelena nodded confidently “yes” she kept a straight face. Wanda chuckled as she looked at Nat who also started to laugh. Yelena and you stood watching the older sisters laugh before you looked at Yelena. “What’s going on?” you whispered to her. 

“You both really thought we didn’t already know something was going on?” Wanda spoke as she came down from the laughing fit. “Saying you both stayed at the compound was the mistake you made, you forgot to at least make it look like the rooms were touched” Natasha added. 

“So instead of saying anything you both just acted like you guys never knew?” you questioned. “To be honest, we thought you guys would’ve told us by now” Nat answered. You sighed in relief to see that the two didn’t mind that you and Yelena were together and with that, Yelena wrapped her warms around your waist. Wanda and Nat looked to each with a playful smirk. “You guys hungry or are you full?” Nat asked giving Yelena a knowing look.

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Angelique Bouchard x Reader - The 'Happening'

Summary: You were invited to the party at Collinwood. You weren't expecting the family's biggest enemy to show up, especially not looking so hot.

Word count: 1.8k

Warnings: smut, tipsy!reader, sub!reader, dom!angelique, fingering, face riding, eating out, mentions of alcohol consumption, age gap (i guess?), Reader doesn't know Angie is actually Angelique and a centuries old witch

Sitting on a sofa at Collinwood, you stare at the band in awe. The last time this family held any sort of social gathering was at least a century ago. And now, with the arrival of distant cousin Barnabas, they really managed to get out of that deep pit of bankruptcy quite quickly.

It's a pretty sweet setting though. Sitting with a cup of booze, watching a free concert of some random band you don't know, surrounded by neatly dressed people. It's not that bad. Maybe a bit too much of a crowd for your taste, but-

Your eyes are left wide as a blonde walks into the room.

'I didn't know Angie was invited...' you thought, staring at the woman in awe. That dress, just tight enough to show off her every curve, the sparkling red making her stand out. Damn, she was hot.

It remains a mistery, whether this was a conscious decision or the choice of the alcohol, but you leave your cup on the table and get up, approaching the beauty as she makes her way through the crowd.

She didn't notice you until you tapped her shoulder, but to that she immediately turned around, almost angrily. Though she definitely calmed down once she saw it was just you.

"Oh. It's just you. I didn't think you would be here. What do you need?" Said Angie. Fuck, that accent.

"You look really hot in that dress." You responded, the alcohol definitely controlling your every move now. You'd never be this brave to approach someone, let alone the most beautiful woman in town. To you, most beautiful, that is.

Angie raises her eyebrows in slight surprise, humming in question. "Mm? That so, luv?" Her lips tug into the slightest smirk, definitely relishing in the compliment. "Well, thank you. But I'm afraid I have to go now. There's someone waiting for me."

"Wait-!" You grab her shoulder right as she's about to turn around. She does turn back to you, looking a little confused. Well? What's the plan now, hun?

It's okay, I'll anwser that. You blurt out an awkward little "Stay with me for a while longer. Please?" You're almost embarrassed by that. Though, the desperation and intoxication definitely overpowers that.

Angie looks you over like you're asking for something surreal. Like it's so strange to want to spend more time with your dad's boss. But, from the look in her eyes, she doesn't seem all too opposed to the idea.

She places her hand over the one you're holding onto her with, intertwining your fingers. "Oh, really? I'm.. flattered. You wish to spend time with me, dearie?" You merely nod, not knowing how she'll react. I wouldn't call Angie unpredictable, but this surely is a situation you can expect almost anything of.

"And what do you wish to do, lovely? Enjoy the performance, or perhaps chat a little?" She asked, squeezing your hand in hopes of bringing you back to reality. It worked. Somewhat.

'Well.. I mean, I want something a little more than chatting, but.. okay.' You thought, unsure of how to voice these thoughts. But you didn't need to think for long, as your fingers slipped from hers, sliding down her shoulder, over the smooth skin above her collarbone, and down to her chest.

The rational part of yourself was internally screaming. Yes, Angie was attractive, but to go this far? She's the most influential person in Collinsport!

But despite that, she really didn't seem to mind. She chuckled, grabbing onto your wrist and slowly pulling your hand away. Though she holds onto it, rubbing circles around your wrist bone. "Maybe not here, dear."

She stares into your eyes in contemplation, giving you a sickly sweet smile once she's made up her mind. "I suppose Barnabas can wait a little." She decided, as she abruptly stops rubbing your wrist and grabs your hand instead.

You get pulled along with her, leaving the crowded drawing room. Making your way down the halls, into an empty bedroom. It clearly hasn't been used in quite a while, with the furniture having collected a bit of dust.

Getting your wrist free from her grasp, you crawl up onto the bed. The sight was quite enticing for Angie, as she immediately climbed on top of you, laying her chin on your chest.

"You like me that much, huh?" She comments, staring up at you with a mischievous smile. Not even giving you a chance to respond, Angie slides her hand in your dress and starts caressing her way up your leg, stopping and kneading your thighs a little. Not too harshly, but not making an effort to be gentle.

"You're so prettyyy.." you drag the words out, staring into her eyes in a haze. At first, the rational part of you was extremely concerned. But now, laying here in bed with the hot blonde, you're starting to think this might not be all that bad.

"Aww, thank you, sweetheart. You're also quite beautiful, laid out under me." She says, looking down at you as best as she can. She seems to get an idea, as she stops massaging your flesh, and slides her hand up your thigh, just barely grazing your core with the tip of her finger.

You gasp, presenting a quiet, shaky whimper at the touch. If you weren't wet already, you're surely soaking now. Based on your reaction, she pulls your panties aside, and starts slowly circling your clit in a teasing motion.

"Oh- Angiee.." you gasp, shuddering in pleasure. It might not be right, but this surely is what you want at the moment. You arch your back as she rubs more aggressively at your bundle of nerve endings.

She hushes you with a kiss, deep and passionate, practically smashing your lips against eachother. She slides her finger lower and slips it inside you, almost shocked at how tight you are.

Angie pulls back from the kiss, and you whimper. She whispers against your lips, surprisingly gentle. "You okay, doll?" She asks, and you nod with a little mewl.

"You're really tight, darling." She pushes a second finger inside your small canal, stretching you just right. You gasp and moan, whining her name with a shaky voice.

You grab tightly onto the bed, the sheets scrunching up under your fingers as she pumps her digits into you with a cruel pace. There's nothing else on your mind at the moment, just Angie.

All you can do is pant and moan as she works the most sensitive part of your insides, both of you lost in sensations. Angie pulls your top a little lower and lifts your breast out of your bra, dipping down to lick her way along it until she reaches your nipple.

She takes the bud into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it, drawing delicious whimpers from your lips. She licks and nips at your breast while angling her fingers to reach deeper inside your wetness.

You moan her name repeatedly, unable to say anything else at the moment. She curls her fingers, making your eyes widen.

She pulls her head back from your breast, letting go of the soft skin with a quiet pop. "You're taking it well, little girl. Definitely not a virgin, are you? You're tight, but so wet."

You shake your head quickly, to deny her question. Perhaps not a virgin, but no one else made you feel like this before. Though, Angie hasn't felt anything quite like this in lifetimes, either.

She keeps pumping her fingers into you until you suddenly clench around her, arching your back and pressing your hips into the mattress as your legs shake. Angie slows her pace, helping you ride out your high.

"That's it, good girl.. enjoy yourself.." she drawls out, slowly pulling her fingers out of your cunt. She brings her hand up to your mouth and makes you suck her fingers, pushing her digits past your lips so you taste yourself.

Right as you were about to start sucking, she pulls her hand away and climbs higher over you. "You're such a good girl, you wouldn't mind lending a helping hand for me to get off as well, right? Or mouth."

Angie climbs higher, kneeling over your head so you see right up her skirt. She's dripping, her juices basically flowing between her legs. She pulls her dress up over her legs, her thighs keeping it bunched up around her hips.

You stare, quite literally drooling over the sight. You start pleading, begging for her pussy. "Sit on my face Angie, please, I'll lap it all up like a good girl, please sit on my face, please, please-"

Your whining is cut off by her suddenly lowering her cunt onto your mouth, barely leaving you any space to breathe. 

All of your senses are clouded by Angie- all you can see is the shimmer of the red sequins of her dress as they cover your eyes, the only thing you can hear is her moans and pants, you can't smell anything but sex, you can only feel her weight on your face, and all you taste is her cunt.

It's fucking perfect. All you've wanted from the second you saw her.

You eagerly slide your tongue through her heat, savoring every drop of her wetness. Angie's surely enjoying it as well, as she starts riding your face, grinding against your tongue as your nose bumps her clit every time she moves.

You tilt your head up as best as you can, coating your chin in her juices as you move to lick at her clit instead. That seems to trigger something, as Angie whimpers loudly, her hips stuttering frantically, hoping for more friction.

She starts whining as you lick faster, eventually sliding a little higher on your face as she squirts into your mouth, moaning loudly. She grips your hair, desperate as she rides out her orgasm while you lick it all up like it's ice cream.

Eventually she crawls off of you, sitting beside you on the bed as she attempts to get herself together, unused to being vulnerable like this. You wipe your chin with the back of your hand, licking your lips in satisfaction.

A smile slowly spreads across Angie's face. "You are.. quite good at this, doll." She leans over and fixes your bra, pulling the hem of your dress back up.

You sigh, staring at the wall in contemplation for a few moments before shifting your eyes back to her, proposing a question. "What would you say about going back out and getting wasted?"

Angie hums, thinking about it for a moment before grinning. "Only if we end up back in here by the end of it."

You smile in agreement, having no worries at all about what's to come.

This was gonna be a long night.

Decided to do some justice for that dress, we definitely didn't see enough of that in the movie. This is the first fic i wrote that actually made it to being posted. Yay! Although there is still much to improve, I tried my best, so any interactions are appreciated <3

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Bad side of my last date with her: I was on my period 😔

Good side of my last date with her: I topped her😈

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