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The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

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

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

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

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

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

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

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

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

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

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

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

"Let's get you a drink." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

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

Sirius nodded.

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

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

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

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

Masterlist

got me blushin and shii

helloo baby! can you write wandanat as protective moms seeing reader dating kate, and they're very worried about kate hurt reader, but they start to see that kate coddle and protect so much their daughter that they get peaceful

Two mama bears are better than one

Summary: Sometimes mothers’ worry goes overboard.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha and Wanda, cursing, angst

Word count: 3024

a/n: thank you for the request! I feel like I made this a bit more angstier than you wanted and I’m not super happy with this, but I hope you still like this <3

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

“I’m going out!” Y/N yells as she puts on her shoes. “I’ll be back before dinner.”

“Hold up!” Natasha walks up to the hallway from the kitchen, where she and Wanda were washing the dishes. “Where are you off to, young lady?” She crosses her arms, raising one of her brows as she stares at rushing Y/N.

Y/N cringes at the tone of her voice and the choice of words. “To see some friends. We’re going to the mall I think.”

“What friends? I thought we were supposed to be your only friends.” Natasha smirks.

“Haha, so funny mom.”

“Stop bullying our daughter, Nat.” Wanda comes to them, grinning at her wife. “Where are you going, honey?”

“Out with some friends.” Y/N groans. “Jesus, it’s like I’m a prisoner or something.”

“Watch it with the angst.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing to her face. “Yes, ma’am.”

“Gross.” Natasha flicks Y/N’s arm. “Don’t make me feel old.”

Wanda giggles at their interaction. She goes to hug Y/N. “Have fun and be safe, okay?” Kissing her face multiple times, she finally lets go when Y/N starts pulling away with fake disgust. “Emphasis on the be safe, got it?”

“I got it, mama.” Y/N smiles, giving Natasha a hug as well. “I’ll see you later.” She walks out of the front door, leaving her two very worried and overprotective mothers behind.

“Should we follow her?” Natasha wraps her arms around Wanda’s waist.

Wanda sets her hand on Natasha’s cheek and caresses it gently. “As much as I would like that, no. We have to trust her.”

“It’s not her I don’t trust.”

Y/N runs a few blocks further away from their house, only slowing down when she sees a familiar car on the side of the road. Grinning, she opens the passenger side door and hops in. “Hi.”

“Hey, baby.” Kate puts her hand on Y/N’s neck, pulling her into a kiss. “What’d you tell your moms?” She asks, starting the car.

“That I’m heading out to the mall with some friends. Not really a lie.” Y/N mumbles with a smile. “Although, I doubt they’d take it like that if they found out.”

Kate chuckles, holding one hand on the steering wheel while the other takes hold of Y/N’s thigh. The pair has been dating for dew moths now, successfully keeping it as a secret from two ex-Avenger mothers.

They met each other in the Avengers tower when Y/N was visiting the others with her mothers. The two clicked rather quickly, spending the whole time talking together. Kate was instantly captivated by her beauty and her mind and wanted to spend every minute of her time with her. So, she asked her out the next day, and it was the best date ever. Their relationship developed in a fast pace after that.

Y/N doesn’t necessarily want to keep their relationship as a secret, but she knows her mothers. Natasha and Wanda found a seven-year-old her at an abandoned Hydra base, they became like her mothers. And not long after that, they became her official parents, very protective parents.

They have always joked about how she isn’t allowed to date until she’s thirty, but Y/N knows there’s a bit of truth in their jokes. Besides, all the surveillance they do, is more than enough of a reason for Y/N to keep these kinds of things to herself.

“Someday we have to tell them.” Kate gives a quick glance to Y/N. “But not yet, of course! I don’t want to die just yet.”

Y/N laughs, setting her hand on top of Kate’s. “I wouldn’t let them kill you.”

“I know. But to be safe, I think we should wait until we’re, like, married. They can’t break our marriage, right?”

Biting her lip, Y/N stares at Kate’s side profile. “You want us to get married?”

“Obviously.” Kate says with a slight blush on her cheeks. “You’re the love of my life, I’m going put a ring on your finger someday.”

Y/N hangs her head down, looking at her lap while playing with Kate’s fingers. “I can’t wait.” Kate smiles, squeezing her thigh.

Y/N sits on Kate’s lap, her hands wrapped around her neck, and lips hungrily on hers. They drove around the city for two hours before stopping near Y/N’s home, far away enough for her moms not to see. Kate pulled Y/N to her lap instantly and started making out with her, arms going up and down her body.

“My god, you make me crazy.” Kate breathes out, one of her hands going under her shirt to feel her bare skin. “So beautiful.”

“You aren’t too bad yourself.” Y/N gasps out when Kate’s lips move to her neck. She starts to lean her head to the side to give her more room, but a harsh knock on the window pulls them apart. “Shit.”

Very pissed off looking Natasha opens the door and pulls Y/N out of the car with force. “What the hell are you doing with my daughter, Kate?” She pushes Y/N behind her, near to Wanda.

“I- I wasn’t…we-“ Kate rambles, getting out of the car as well.

“You what, huh?”

“Mom, stop it!” Wanda puts her hand on Y/N’s shoulder and shakes her head. She doesn’t look as mad as Natasha, but she’s clearly displeased by what she just witnessed. “No! Stop it.” She shrugs Wanda’s hand away.

“She’s going to hurt you.” Natasha turns to Y/N, leaving Kate alone. “Dating an Avenger? What were you thinking?”

“It’s none of you business.”

Natasha glares at her. “We’re going home, now.” She grabs Y/N’s arm and starts walking towards their house, pulling Y/N along and Wanda following them.

Y/N glances at kind of scared and panicked looking Kate. “I’ll call you later!” She shouts before Natasha shushes her.

The whole way towards home Natasha keeps mumbling angrily while Wanda tries to calm her down. Y/N follows behind them, sulking the while way and refusing to talk to either of her mothers.

Wanda unlocks the front door, holding it open as Natasha and Y/N walk inside. She tries to look at Y/N, but she avoids eye contact. Sighing, she closes the door.

“Stay here.” Natasha grumbles, stopping Y/N from going upstairs to her room. “Hanging out with friends, huh? That looked hell of a more than friends. So lying to us is a thing now?”

“I lied to you for this exact reason. You’re like prison guards when it comes to me doing anything. You throw a fit whenever I do something you don’t approve of!”

“We just want to keep you safe. You could really get hurt.” Wanda speaks up, now standing next to Natasha. She was always the more calm one, at least on the outside, but it doesn’t mean she is any less angry.

“She would never hurt me.”

“She’s dangerous!”

“So are you! Both of you!” Y/N screams, throwing her arms towards them. “Do you want me to stop being your daughter?” Natasha and Wanda frown at her words. “Just say the word and I’ll walk out that door, since I apparently can’t handle anything.”

“That’s not what we’re saying.” Wanda sighs. “We worry everyday because of our pasts, we worry that some old enemy will find you and take you. Kate is still an Avenger, she’ll make new enemies every die in that job and we don’t want you getting in the crossfire.”

Y/N rubs her head while shaking it. “If you do that I’ll never be able to live normally.” Tears start gathering in her eyes.

“If it means keeping you safe I don’t mind.” Natasha comments with a shrug.

“Natasha.” Wanda mumbles, giving her a look.

“Then you’re just like them.” Y/N whispers. “You’re no better than Hydra.”

“Y/N!” Wanda warns as Natasha freezes. “You don’t mean that.” Y/N opens her mouth, but closes it right away. She wipes her tears away and jogs up to her room. Wanda turns to look at Natasha who is already looking at her. “She didn’t mean it, she’s just hurting right now.”

“I was too harsh.” Natasha whispers, sitting down to the couch. ”She feels that way because of me.”

”It’s not only your fault.” Wanda mumbles and sits down next to her. “We’ve both been a bit…overbearing I suppose. We’re worried and we want her to be our baby, forever, but we need to remember she’s old enough to handle herself.”

Natasha groans, slumping against the couch as she hides her face with her hands. “Why does it have to be Kate.”

“Natasha..”

“I’m not saying there’s anything wrong with Kate!” She assures, looking forward as if to hide from Wanda’s disappointed gaze. “I’m saying that Kate is known to be a bit destructive and immature, which makes her do things that she isn’t supposed to.”

“I know.” Wanda grabs Natasha’s hand. “We just have to keep a close eye on them.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re right.”

“Come on then, let’s go talk to her and set some ground rules.” Wanda stands up, pulling Natasha up with her.

“I’m sorry about my moms.” Y/N groans, holding the phone up to her ear as she lays on her bed, talking with Kate. “This isn’t how it was supposed to go.”

“It’s okay, love.” Kate smiles lightly, loving to hear her girlfriend’s voice. “It was bound to happen someday.”

“I guess so.” Y/N twirls the rings around her fingers, they’re Wanda’s old ones. “You’re lucky aunt Yelena wasn’t with them, she would’ve shot you right away.”

Kate chokes in her own saliva, making Y/N laugh. “W-what?” She didn’t even remember Yelena being one of Y/N’s very protective bodyguards. “She wouldn’t actually do that would she?”

“Of course not, I’m kidding Kate.” Y/N giggles. “She might be a bit rough, probably even rougher than Natasha and Wanda, but it’ll be fine.”

“Can we…can we not tell Yelena just yet?”

“I mean,” Y/N grins to herself. “I’m not against not telling her, but mom might’ve already done that.”

Kate’s eyes widen. She stares at her door as if Yelena will burst through it any minute. “Do you really think so? Should I hide just in case?”

“I’m messing with you.” Y/N rolls over to her stomach. She starts drawing patterns to her pillow, suddenly frowning. “We had a pretty big fight.” She mumbles.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

Y/N bites the inside of her cheek. “I said they’re just as bad as Hydra.” She whispers. “I’m a terrible daughter.”

“Honey.” Kate sighs. Her heart aches from how broken Y/N’s voice sounds. “You aren’t a terrible daughter.”

“I said the two people who have given me a home and security are like an organization who have personally tortured all three of us.” Her voice raises a notch. “How is that not terrible?”

“You were hurt.”

“That’s no excuse.”

“They’ll understand.” Kate assures. “I’m sure of it.”

“I h-“

A knock on the door interrupts her. Natasha and Wanda walk inside, not waiting for Y/N’s answer. “Could we talk?”

“Yeah.” Y/N sits up. “I’ll talk to you later, bye.” She hangs up the call, setting her phone to a side table next to her bed. Wanda and Natasha sits on the foot side of the bed, opposite of Y/N. “I’m really s-“

“We wanted to apo-“ They start and stop talking at the same time. Wanda chuckles. “We wanted to apologize. We should’ve given you some breathing space.

Y/N hums, looking at her hands. “I’m sorry too, you’re nothing like Hydra.” She says quietly.

“It’s okay.” Wanda leans forward to hold Y/N’s hand in her own. “We accept your apology.” She gives her a smile, moving closer to her. “So, you’re dating now. Do you have any questions you want us to answer? About anything.”

Y/N scrunches her nose. “Ew no.” She shakes her head to get the thought out of her head. “I know all this stuff, you know that right? I’m not a kid anymore. Plus I do not want to talk about sex with you.”

“Thank god.” Natasha mumbles. Wanda slaps her arm, giving her a look. “Of course we’re willing to talk about anything with you, but I wasn’t really looking forward to this kind of conversation.”

“Okay, okay. We get it. Lets talk about Kate then.” Wanda mumbles, changing the subject. “We’re happy you two are together.”

“I don’t know about that.” Natasha mumbles.

Wanda sighs, ignoring her wife, while Y/N giggles with a shake of her head. “We thought it’d be good to set up some ground rules. Like not to lie to us anymore and we’d rather you two hang out here than somewhere…else.”

Squinting her eyes, Y/N looks at Wanda. She knows why they’d rather have the two here, but she doesn’t say anything about it. “Fine.”

“Would you like to ask her over, so we can apologize to her as well?”

“Yes.” Y/N grins, quickly grabbing her phone.

After multiple apologies from Wanda, Natasha and Kate, which were all accepted, Y/N and Kate decided to watch a movie in the living room, per Natasha and Wanda’s request.

Y/N is leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder while the dark haired girl has her hand wrapped around Y/N. Natasha and Wanda are hanging out in the kitchen, making dinner together, where they could be out of the way but still keep an eye on them.

“I still don’t like this.” Natasha whispers as she keeps glancing at the pair, especially glaring at the hand wrapped around her daughter. “I think it’s too risky.”

“So do I.” Wanda mumbles, stirring the pot of paprikash. “That’s why they’re on our line of sight.”

“When is the dinner ready? I don’t want them sitting so close to each other.”

“Soon, my love. Patience please.” Wanda adds ingredients to the pot. “Your comments and incapability to cook aren’t helping me.” Natasha leans against the counter with a smirk.

“They keep glaring at me.” Kate whispers into Y/N’s ear.

“I can feel it too.” Y/N mumbles. “I’m pretty sure they’re waiting for us to do a mistake so they can separate us.” Kate’s brows raise. “I’m kidding, sort of.”

“Dinner.” Natasha calls for them, putting down plates and mugs for everyone while Wanda sets the food on the middle of the table.

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Y/N whispers.

“I don’t want to be rude.” Kate mumbles, standing up and going to the kitchen with Y/N, holding her hand in her own.

”I made paprikash.” Wanda starts putting the food on their plates. The girls thank Wanda and start eating their food.

“So, what are your intentions with our daughter?” Natasha asks, making Kate choke on her food. The redhead raises her brows as Y/N pats her girlfriend’s back.

“I- date her?”

“Date her?”

“Well, I- yes. I want to cherish her and keep her safe. I’ll love her and, and comfort her.” She turns to look at Y/N with a smile on her face. “I wouldn’t wish any kind of harm for her.” Y/N feels her body get warmer at Kate’s words. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Wanda stares at Natasha, smiling at the interaction. Natasha rolls her eyes, but she can’t hide the small smile growing on her face. “Alright we get it, you’re young and in love.”

“As if you and mama don’t act like lovesick and horny 16-year-olds.”

Wanda’s eyes widen and Natasha glares at her, though it’s mostly playful. “We do not, don’t say things like that in front of guests.” The witch mumbles, hiding her slightly red cheeks.

Y/N giggles, glancing at smiling Kate. “Can we go up to my room now, please. We don’t want to hang out with you two.”

“I don’t…I don’t mind.” Kate stares at Y/N with wide eyes, nervous to offend her mothers. Y/N gives her a look. “Private time would be nice.” Natasha’s brows raise. “No- Not like that! Nothing too private or, or intimate. Of course I want to hold her, but not like that.” Her eyes widen even more if that’s possible. “I’m not saying I don’t find Y/N attractive like that, because I do, I think she’s very beautiful and hot, but I’m not going to have sex under your roof. And I don’t mean hot in an objectifying manner, I could ne-“

“Kate.” Y/N sets her hand on her arm. “Calm down, everything is okay.”

“Yeah, sorry.” Kate clears her throat, blush creeping up her neck when she notices all three of them staring at her.

“Fine.” Wanda stacks their plates. “But-“ She stops Y/N and Kate who already stood up. “The door has to be ajar! Okay? And no funny business.”

“Yes yes, we got it, calm down.” Y/N grabs Kate’s hand and starts pulling her upstairs to her room.

“You heard your mama, door at least 10cm open!” Natasha yells after them just to be sure.

Y/N snickers, pushing Kate inside her room and carefully setting the door so there’s a 10cm gap. “Finally.” She wraps her arms around Kate’s shoulders as she takes hold of her hips. “Some alone time.”

“Are they still mad at me?” Kate whispers, at times glancing at the door. Y/N shakes her head with a smile.

“You’re growing on them.”

“Good.” Kate kisses Y/N and strokes the side of her waist.

“They’re going to be okay.” Wanda reassures still stressed out looking Natasha. “She’s safe with her.”

“I know.” Natasha grabs Wanda’s hand, bringing it up to her face to kiss it gently. “And if something bad happens, we’re here for her.” Wanda nods, leaning her head against Natasha’s shoulder.

match made in uni

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

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

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

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

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

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

advisor - co advisor

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

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

bonus-

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

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

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

louder for the people the back!!!!!!

scarlet johannson did not spend an entire decade fighting tooth and nail to make natasha into an actual character instead of the sex object writers wanted her to be while also having to endure the most vile, misogynistic questions during press tours for people to now disrespect her legacy because yelena is 'better'. the only reason why that is, is because of everything scarlet went through. natasha singlehandedly paved the way for every other female superhero in the mcu and don't you forget that

Every friend group… {insp.}

one where the mauraders tease the reader with a vibration spell all day

warning/content: fem!reader x marauders, poly!relationship, use of a toy, a bit of a daddy!kink, degradation, punishment, some pinching, overstimulation, a theme of exhibitionism 

“Open up a little wider, yeah?” Remus coos quietly, pressing a steady palm to your right thigh to keep your legs spread apart. 

“Sorry.”  You trill, gripping the calloused palm, which belongs to James, a little tighter. 

“You’re alright.” The bespectacled boy hums as Remus slips a bullet-sized vibrator past your folds and into your entrance. It’s snug between your walls as you clench automatically around it. 

“Lemme see?” Sirius asks, drying his hands after having just finished using the bathroom. He steps forward, using his thumb and forefinger to pull away your folds and reveal the toy buried between your walls. “Y’gonna be okay with that all day, my love?” 

“Like you even care.” You snap, perturbed malice dripping from your words as he readjusts the fabric of your knickers so it covers your entrance. 

You snap your legs closed and rise from the bed with a disgruntled scowl tugging at the corners of your lips. 

“Don’t use that tone.” Remus chides as he slips on his shoes, deft fingers making quick work of the laces. “Be nice, please. You would do well to remember who’s in charge here.” He flashes you the small remote control that controls the vibrating bullet inside you. 

“Sorry.” You grumble, adjusting the pleated fabric of your skirt before bending over to tug the socks up and over your knees. 

“Y’gonna be good today, yeah?” Remus inquires, finishing up on his shoes to help tighten the straps on your Mary Janes. 

“I dunno how I can be if you’re gonna have that... thing inside me all day.” You answer honestly, your walls tightening and loosening experimentally around the sudden intrusion.  

“We’ll keep it low as long as you behave. Remember that this is a punishment,  yeah? For that bullshit y’pulled yesterday. We’re being nice and letting you get off easy.” 

“This is not easy.” 

“It is in comparison to this.” With an easy pass of his thumb over the dial, Remus brings the level to its highest notch. 

The sudden bolts of electricity that spiral through your every nerve ending lull a strangled sob from your lips as your knees concave inward. James is forced to dart forward, his hands hooking under your arms and pulling you back onto your feet. “Turn it back down, mate. Look at her.” 

Remus, feeling benevolent, turns it down to a dull roar, thus allowing you to find your footing. You keep a steady hand against James’ bicep as he hands you your satchel. “That was five seconds, bunny. I don’t think you want to see anything longer than that. And you won’t, as long as you behave. Got it?” 

“Alright.” You murmur, abashed at the prospect of getting punished like that again. 

“Good girl, puppy.” Sirius takes you from James to tuck you under his arm, peppering soft kisses along your hairline as he ushers you to the door. 

“Wanna be good.” You simper, toying with his fingers while James opens the door before traipsing down the steps.

“You are, princess. Don’t worry. Just keep your tongue in check and we won’t have a problem.” Sirius draws his arm away from around your shoulders as you find the exit to the common room. 

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

...

First class is the almost bearable. Even from across the room, Remus is able to fiddle with the dial to the remote until ten shades of exaltation are blotting behind your closed lids. 

“You alright?” Your deskmate inquires, placing a soothing hand upon your shoulder when she realizes the tumultuous trembling of your legs beneath the wooden desk. 

“Fine.” You answer, your tone of voice curt with affliction as an impending climax sears along your every muscle. 

Remus’ hearing is known to be impeccable, even across great distances, and the sound of your disgruntled response, or rather the lack of respect that it carries for your friend, Remus thumbs over the button up to 4; the second-highest setting. 

It takes every ounce of your available strength to not writhe, to remain stoic in your wooden seat with the droning on of Professor Slughorn. You tuck a leg underneath your bottom, making sure to angle yourself so can at least attempt to relinquish yourself of the pressure in your belly. 

“Please go get your ingredients, students. Today may be an easy day but that doesn’t mean there’s room for slacking. You have the opportunity to make up missed assignments, so do use your time wisely. I will be at my desk, should you have any further inquiries.” 

“Y’want me to get the ingredients? You’re lookin’ a bit.. pale.” 

You clench your jaw and dip your chin down in a slow nod. 

Remus presses the highest setting to warn you to use your words. 

“Yes. Please.” 

With the sudden usage of your manners, Remus turns it back down to a subtle three, and you’re able to subdue the whimpers that are beginning to stockpile in the base of your throat. 

As you stir the potion you and your classmate neglected to succeed in last week, you nearly lose count of the number of rotations the wooden spoon makes, instead your mind being heavily focused on the dull vibrations of the bullet inside your cunt. 

“Hey!” Linda’s lips are clearly downturned in a disgruntled frown as she grabs your wrist. “It’s only supposed to be twelve times, love. Not twenty. Here, lemme just finish, yeah?” 

With a slow nod, you sit down in your seat again, subtly allowing your hips to rotate in your chair to give the vibrator the ability to stimulate different spots inside your core.

Remus passes behind you, clapping an apathetic hand upon your shoulder before he dips down to press his lips to the shell of your ear. 

“You’re not so elusive as you’d think, sweetheart. Can how needy you are from across the bloody room. Merlin, I can smell it.” 

Your response is wordless, masked by the rapture that overtakes your every sense. “Sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, baby.” He rises to his full height. “Just know that you still have two more classes left and I can’t promise that Sirius is gonna be as nice as me.” 

As if that was nice. 

But he has a point, for when you arrive in your Herbology class, Sirius is right next to you and he’s unrelenting, despite his kind words earlier this morning. 

When Remus and Sirius passed each other in the hall, the two had conversed for a mere 10 seconds, Remus merely telling the other boy: “If she doesn’t use her manners, make sure to turn it up. She’s been a bit disrespectful.” 

He had then pulled you out from under his arm, almost a puddle of mush, but not quite at that malleable state yet, and handed you off to the brunet. “Be good!” And with that, he had run off to his next class. 

When you slip your gloves over your hands, Sirius is a firm figure behind you, his chest firm at your back. “Sorry, love, just have to get the fertilizer really quick.” As if he’s unaware of the effect his looming presence has on you. 

“Daddy, please.” 

The plea comes out in a desperate drawl, toned down to a low whisper. 

“What’s wrong, puppy?” Sirius whispers, his query dripping with patronizing mockery. 

“Turn it off.” 

“Telling me what to do isn’t going to get you anywhere.” 

“Please.” 

“No.” Sirius finally grabs the fertilizer, the warmth behind you suddenly disappearing and therefore digging a sodden hole in the center of your heart. 

When you return to your seat to repot your Buboter plant, Sirius takes it in himself to press the dial to a startling five, out of nowhere. 

A startled yelp tears itself from your throat before you have the chance to dull it down to a simmer, at the abrupt action is quickly followed by the clapping of your palm over your mouth and the a rush of heat to your cheeks. 

Sirius is forced to bite back the bark of laughter that threatens to bubble out as you all-but collapse in your seat. 

“Miss l/n, are you okay?” Professor Sprout voices her concern from across the room, bushy brows pressed together in a look of concern. 

“Yeah!” You respond, despite the intense buzzing inside your pussy. “Just f-fine. Got dragon dung all over my skirt though. Just surprised me s’all.” 

Sirius’ palm finds your back and he soothes small circles between your shoulderblades. “You alright, sweetheart? You’re looking a bit...peckish.” 

“Fine.” You grit through your teeth, opting to repot your plant from your seated position. 

“Don’t use that tone with me.” Sirius warns, and with the sight of both his hands, you can rightfully deduce that he’s no going to switch this dial down any time soon. “Know your fucking place or I’ll be more than happy to put you in it. Got it?”  

You nod slowly, although it feels as though your skin has been set on fire, every nerve ending searing with desperation for more. But that rightful addition is righteously granted to you when you shift in your seat, the bullet shifting upward and pressing directly into your g-spot. 

Your hand shoots out involuntarily, your fingers encircling Sirius’ bicep as the vibrations pulse through the spongy muscle, eliciting wave after wave of ecstacy to wash over you. 

The boys never said anything about cumming, so you’re doing it, allowing the climax to hit you with full force until your legs are trembling and you’re forced to use your other hand to cover your mouth - for you’re about to sob. 

Your fingers are surely pressing bruises into Sirius’ arm, for his white button-up is rolled up to reveal his firm forearms. 

“Did you just-” 

You shake your head, your eyes screwed shut as you attempt to come down from your high. 

Sirius scoffs, shaking his head. This is going to be a long day indeed.

Before your last class of the day, Sirius drags you into the bathroom, where James is waiting impatiently. 

“Would you believe me if I told you that she thought she could cum? And then she did?” 

Sirius hoists you up onto the bathroom counter, forcing you to spread your thighs and reveal the mess that are your panties. 

They’re soaked, a visible dark patch in the dainty lace pink Remus likes you to wear. The vibrator is still churning inside you, and if you’ve accurately kept track, it’s been four hours. 

“Take it out!” You sob, hips twitching as Sirius drags the fabric to the side to reveal your weeping cunt. 

“Merlin.” James gasps, pressing the pad of his thumb at the end of the bullet to press it further inside you. “She’s soaked.” 

“Take it out!” You echo, clenching erradicly around the vibrator. 

“Watch your fucking tone.” James sneers, pinching an angry bruise at the inside of your thigh. “Now on your feet. We’re gonna get going. We have Charms next.” 

James takes the remote from his friend and turns it down to a dull three, and with that, you’re able to suck in a proper lungful of air, for that restriction against your windpipe is finally gone. 

“Let’s get going. C’mon. Thanks mate.” James curls an arm around your torso after sending a thankful wink at his friend, leading you out of the bathroom and towards your next class. Now this class was the easiest to get through, for you’re sure that James forgot all about the remote in response to scribbling down all the notes that Flitwick was rushing through. 

But that doesn’t mean your any less susceptible to climaxing once again.

For by the time you all return to your dormitory for the night, you’ve orgasmed at least three times and the heat at the pit of your belly isn’t simmering down any time soon. 

“Just want it out. Please.” You plead with the three males, finding a comfortable position atop James’ mattress and automatically spreading your thighs. 

Remus takes his sweet time, hooking his fingers around the band of your undergarment and pulling down the sodden fabric down your thighs and off your legs. 

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with, hm?” He squats down, hooking a leg over his shoulder so he can inspect the damage. “How were the boys t’you, darling?” 

“Siri was mean.” You blubber, the consistent onslaught of vibrations so incredibly overstimulating that you’re reduced to tears at the mere thought of the bullet still being inside you. “Put it on to five all class!” 

“But Jamesie was nice, wasn’t he baby?” James coos, leaning down to smear a soft kiss along your cupid’s boy. “Daddy was just feelin’ bad cause of how soft you were in the bathroom, hmm?” 

“Oh so you guys checked in on her during classes? Good, probably needed it after Sirius was a righteous git.” Remus hums, thumbing through your folds in inspection of how incredibly swollen you are. 

“Hey! It was a punishment, she needed to be punished.” Sirius defends himself, throwing up two defensive palms. 

“Hurts so bad.” You blubber, hips quite literally bucking as you attempt to lull them to take the damned thing out of you. 

“Alright, alright, poppet. Hold on.” Remus croons, finally dipping his fingers inside you and retrieving the small toy, pulling it from your core before turning it off and dropping it on the bed. 

A relieved sigh slips off your tongue as you collapse backward onto the mattress. 

“How many times did you cum, princess?” Remus inquires, dragging a soothing palm over your abdomen as James goes to fetch a washcloth. 

“T-Three? Four?” 

“Good job, darling. D’you want one more?” Without warning, Remus is sinking his fingers inside your cunt, long fingers flexing with caution. 

You yelp, so incredibly overstimulated that you jolt away, grabbing onto his wrist and pulling him away from you. “N-No!” 

“Alright, alright.” Remus laughs softly. “How about we get you all cleaned up and then you can tell me how much of a meanie Sirius was being, hmm?” He retrieves the washcloth from James to slowly rub it over your perspiring limbs, slipping your shoes and socks from your calves. 

“Siri’s a meanie.” 

“That’s right, darling. That’s right.” 

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i want to live above a bookstore café and have a little balcony garden you can see from the street that is all

LMFAO

y/n: castaways we are castaways-

tony: can you stop we are literally at sharons funeral

y/n:

tony:

y/n: passedaways she has passedaway-

she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the most best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes

Angel (18+)

Pairing: stripper!Tara Carpenter x f! lawyer!reader

Warnings: no ghostface AU, Tara is 21, R is 27, smut, lap dance, pole dance, alcohol consumption, tipsy driving (pls don't do that), fingering, a bit of degradation and praise

Summary: You need to unwind. Angel gives you more than you could have ever asked for.

Masterlist

You've had a bad month. Scratch that, you've had the worst month of your career. You've lost one of your loyal clients to a rival and your boss chewed you out over it, and, to top it off, you've lost a case you've been working on for the past four months.

You blink back the exhaustion, leaning back on the railing of your office balcony. You've been nursing your whiskey for the past hour, hoping it'll chase away your gnawing thoughts, but to no avail, you're still deep in your head, rethinking every decision that led you to this.

You check your wrist watch, the platinum glistening in the city lights, and decide to finally head home. You finally relax once you're in your car, putting the key in the ignition and driving off, leaving the day behind. You take a familiar route, driving almost on autopilot and humming along to the song on the radio, fingers drumming on the wheel.

You're almost home when you change your mind and make a sharp turn on the next intersection, heading to a place you haven't been to in months.

Two men in the front greet you with identical nods, holding the door open for you, sensual music spilling into the bustling street. Your eyes zero in on the bar, not paying any attention to the stage and the dancers, happy to see a familiar face handling alcohol tonight.

"Tough day?" Amber asks with a sympathetic smile, placing a full glass in front of you.

"Tough month," you sigh, not in the mood for a conversation.

She offers one more smile before turning to another guest, sensing your desire to be left alone. Her eyes take on a new glint, lips slightly pursed in a cute pout as she talks to a clean shaved man. You scoff in your drink and shake your head, ignoring the glare she sends you.

Leaning back against the bar you settle to simply people watch for some time, maybe get a dance or two from a pretty woman.

"You should ask for Angel," Amber says, wiping the counter. You look at her in question, your glass stopping midway to your mouth. "She's new, but she's good. You could use some unwinding and she's the best at it, trust me."

You nod slowly and ask for a refill before leaving her a tip and walking off to a secluded booth in the back of the club, settling back on the couch and trying to find a new face in the sea of dancers you already know well. Out of the corner of your eye you see Felicity, a fiery redhead with no filter. She effortlessly glides on the dancefloor in her nine inch heels, red lingerie catching eyes of gaping men with pockets full of cash. She bends in a sensual move, her thong granting a perfect view of her round ass. You hum when money starts falling in waves, making the floor disappear. She deserves that and more.

She catches your eye, brow raising suggestively, to which you shake your head no.

"Waiting for someone?" A voice whispers right in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Your head turns to be met with the eyes of a stranger inches away from your own, lips painted blood red and pulled into a smirk.

You swallow, feeling the swell of her breasts against your arm that's resting on the back of the couch, and shake your head tersely, not trusting your voice just yet. She bites her lower lip and pulls away to slowly walk around the couch, making sure to show off her assets.

Almost all of her body is bare, her lacy push up bra making her breasts look good enough to throw handfuls of cash at her feet. Your gaze is immediately drawn to the full globes, then lowers to a dark red triangle of fabric between her legs held by a thin string. She takes her sweet time in caging you against the leather cushions, draping herself over your lap, hands settling on your shoulders.

You take this opportunity to study her features: the slope of her small nose; the freckles dusted all over her upper cheeks; her dark and inviting eyes, eagerly drinking you up with the same vigor; her full lips, painted red and waiting to be claimed.

She takes your whiskey and sips, expertly masking the distaste behind an alluring smile, but you still catch the way her eyes momentarily squeeze in a fleeting grimace, making you bite back a chuckle.

"I'm Angel. What's your name?" She purrs, hips moving to the beat as she plays with the hair at the nape of your neck. You see some men glare at you with jealousy, their jaws grinding. Angel must be fairly popular to grant a reaction like that.

"Does it matter?" You husk, struggling to keep your hands to yourself.

"Mysterious, huh?" She chuckles, arching against your chest, her barely covered breasts almost spilling out right in your face, hips moving in circles against your crotch. "I like that."

You hum, settling back to watch her flexible body roll against your slowly relaxing one, her lower lip pulled between pearly white teeth.

"There you go," she whispers, sliding her palm down your chest, her other hand tangling in your hair, nails scratching your scalp. It feels so good you almost purr. "Tell me what got you so wound up."

You sigh and take another sip of your drink before answering. "Lost my top client."

She hums, her torso moving in a slow hypnotic circle, before leaning back into you to whisper right in your ear. "Their loss."

She pulls back to look you in the eye, the space between you almost crackling with tension.

"Hey Angel," one of the men that's been glaring at you calls out, waving a couple of twenty dollar bills in the air. "Come give me a dance."

She doesn't even look in his direction, but you silently reach for your wallet, taking out three hundred dollar bills and pushing them under the string of her thong. "Stay."

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip before nodding. She throws her head back, hands leaving your shoulder to slide up her waist to cup her breasts, pushing them together inches away from your face. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you have to grip your thighs to keep yourself from touching her. She rises on her knees and changes the position, her back now to your front, ass snugly against your crotch.

You finish your whiskey in one gulp, your breath hitching. Her wavy hair gets in your face and you breathe in the enticing scent of her perfume mixed with the essence of her. She turns her head, looking at you with half lidded eyes. "You like that?"

"I do," you reply, noting the slight blush rising on her cheeks.

"Want to move somewhere private?" She asks, her eager tone cracking the unbothered facade she's been putting on.

You nod and follow her to the other side of the club, Amber sending you thumbs up from behind the bar before going back to flirting with another drunk man, crisp bills filling her pockets.

You're led to a dark hallway that leads to private rooms, anticipation buzzing under your skin. She nods at the security guard, the man looking you up and down before he lets you through. She locks the door and you wander deeper into the room, taking a seat on the velvety couch.

Sensual music starts spilling from the speakers before she turns sharply, a devilish smirk on her lips. She saunters to the pole, hips swaying in tune with the music, eyes never leaving yours as she hooks her leg over the metal and twirls. She closes her eyes, losing herself in the dance, and grips the pole before bending, back arched, the swell of her ass right in front of your face.

You exhale, nearly biting down on your knuckles from the need to turn her around and fuck her right on the floor. "Angel," you breathe out. She faces you and drops to her knees, legs spread as her hips move up and down, arms over her head as she grips the pole. "Yes?"

You pat your lap and without a moment of hesitation she climbs on top of your thighs, taking off her bra. You bite back a moan when her breasts spill out, pinkish nipples begging for your mouth. She takes hold of your neck, her forehead pressed against yours as she rocks her hips on your lap, her breathing labored. She weaves languidly against your tense torso, her lips brushing against your cheek before she pulls away to settle her hands on your chest, nails scratching your white shirt.

"Fuck," you close your eyes, enjoy the press of lithe body, arousal coursing through your veins. She hums, her center flush against your thigh and you feel her wetness smear on the fabric of your slacks. Your fingers clench uselessly at your sides. "You're enjoying this," you state, searching her face for an answer.

"More than you can imagine," she whispers, grinding down on your thigh with intent. Her nipples brush against your chest and she moans quietly, repeating the motion. You unconsciously thrust up, your pelvis connecting with her heat just as she is rolling down, sending pleasure through her body. She grabs your shoulders and your eyes lock. You thrust again, intentionally this time, your palms planted firmly on the couch to add force. Her hips rock, her needy moans filling your ears.

You can't take your eyes off her.

Fuck that, you think, before planting your hands on her hips, directing her movements, and pulling her into a feverish kiss. Her lips are impossibly soft, and her tongue tastes like whiskey and some fruity cocktail she's probably had earlier. Your hands move from her hips to her breasts, squeezing.

"Yes," she moans, greedily pushing against you. "More, please."

You hesitate only for a moment before lowering your mouth to her nipple, sucking it in with hunger you didn't know you possessed. She bites on her knuckles, hiding a loud moan from the guards behind the door. Your fingers itch with the need to tear off her thong and plunge deep into her soaking pussy, claiming the most vulnerable part of the petite brunette.

"How does that feel?" Your teeth graze against the underside of her breast before you take the other nipple in your mouth, tongue sliding on the hardened nub.

"Like I'm about to come," she whimpers, messily humping on your thigh. "Need you inside," she pleads, taking hold of your hand.

You follow her lead, your fingers easily pushing her thong aside and dipping between her slick folds, strands of wetness clinging to your digits. She buckles against your hand in search of friction, and you teasingly circle her clit, pulling a delicious moan out of her lips. "Like that?" You tease, even though you're as affected as she is.

"Yes- fuck, just like that," she whimpers.

"What about the rules, Angel? You gonna tell your boss about this?"

She shakes her head. "No, I promise. Fuck the rules." She desperately clings to your wrist, pressing your palm against her heat.

It's all you need to finally thrust your fingers inside her cunt. She cries out, biting your shoulder to hide the sound, and starts moving her hips up and down, meeting your fingers halfway.

"Such a bad girl you are, Angel. Riding a stranger like a slut," you grunt, fastening your pace. Filthy sounds fill the room as your fingers keep disappearing in her pussy, bringing her closer to the edge. Suddenly, a misplaced spark of jealousy ignites something deep inside your chest. "Do you do this with everyone, Angel? Do you spread your legs for strangers every night?"

"No," she gasps, tilting your face up and bringing you in for a kiss. "Just you," she moans against your lips, "only you."

The fire inside your chest burns. "Good."

Her walls clench around you, mouth wide open as she moans loudly. You force her mouth shut, pressing your palm against her lips, her eyes widening before they roll to the back of her head. Your thumb slides on her clit in tight circles, fingers curling to touch her sweet spot. She bites down on your knuckles, desperately chasing her orgasm, arousal dripping down her thighs. You add a third finger, stretching her tight pussy, and spread them inside.

"Come for me, Angel," you rasp, pushing deep inside. She cries out, squeezing around your fingers as she comes. She curls into you, hiding her face in the slope of your neck. "Good girl," you praise, kissing her temple, your fingers buried inside her wet heat.

There's a loud knock and a gruff voice sounds from behind the door. "Everything alright, Angel?"

She sits up, eyes wide and alert, and looks at the clock near the door. Your private session ended ten minutes ago.

"I- I have to go," she scurries away, putting on her bra on her way to the door.

"Wait," you call out, catching her wrist before she could touch the handle. "Stay, please."

Her eyes flicker to your lips before she throws herself at you, hands around your waist, kissing you with fervor. You press her against the door, trailing kisses all over her neck, wishing you could leave marks for her to remember you by.

There's another knock and a threat to break down the door. Angel pulls away with one last peck before disappearing behind the door.

The rest of the week goes better after that night. You feel like the burden that's been sitting on your shoulders got smaller, granting you more hours of sleep and allowing you to look your boss in the eye without feeling inferior. You can't help but think back on the girl that so easily brought this change on you. Sometimes when you're caught up in paperwork in the late hours of night you catch yourself wishing you were back in that private room, looking at her instead of some boring corporate nonsense. Your fingers squeeze around the pen with need to touch her again, to unravel her, to savor her taste.

On a Friday night you decide to leave the office early and head to the club, but a phone call stops you in your tracks.

"Hey, hope I'm not interrupting."

You smile, always happy to hear from your friend. "You're not, I'm… heading home early."

"Great. Perfect, actually. I know it's a bit last minute, but I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner tonight? I'm making your favorite." Sam asks, and you can hear the sound of pans hitting the stove in the background.

"What's the catch, Carpenter?"

She groans, and you can almost see her slouch against the counter. "I'm not sure if I mentioned it, but Tara is studying to be a lawyer, and I thought maybe you could give her some pointers over dinner?"

You blink, surprised by the question. In two years of your friendship with Sam you've never met her younger sister. Even though they're living together, she's never home when you're over, working double shifts to afford tuition, adamantly refusing Sam's offers to help. She likes to complain about it from time to time, but you can see she's proud of the younger girl.

Angel will be there tomorrow, and you're actually excited to finally meet Tara. It doesn't take long for you to decide which way to go. You make a quick stop at a grocery store on your way there, buying Sam's favorite beer and a bottle of wine, thinking about offering her sister an internship. If she's even half as brilliant as Sam you want her on your team once she graduates.

When you finally knock on the door, expecting to see Sam on the other side, you feel wind get knocked out of you when the woman you've been thinking about since you left the club opens it.

"... Angel?"

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