Seriously Part 3 Please😍

holy fuck

tan x reader heavy heavy smut maybe pwp 🤷🏻‍♀️

theyre on a stake out in a hotel room and she's about to go out to do something and she's wearing a really sexy outfit and he gets turned on and yeah

PLSSS 🙏🙏🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

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Seduction

Pairing: fem!reader x Tangerine.

Synopsis: You’re about to go out and do your job and gather information when your boyfriend stops you from going out, too turned on for you to leave.

Warning: smut.

The hotel room was dark, only lit by the caresses of the moonlight slipping through the large windows. You were in the bathroom, naked, applying some makeup on your already beautiful face. Your eyes were wide, the mascara wand twirling on your eyelashes. The dress you were supposed to wear was hanging on the door, waiting. You had to go seduce an important politician, getting some information out of him. The plan was that you’d bring the him up to your room, and Tangerine would be waiting in the wardrobe, jumping out, and would press a gun to the man’s forehead.

You placed the mascara wand down, glancing at yourself in the glimmering mirror. You puckered your lips, adding a coat of red lipsticks to finish the look. You turned to your dress, slipping it off the hanger easily. It was black, tight, and had a thigh slight, which was dangerously close to revealing your crotch area, making it impossible to wear any type of panties with this type of dress. The dress was also too tight to wear any bras either, so you just slipped the flimsily piece of expensive cloth on, adjusting your hair before stepping out of the bathroom, leaving a haze of perfume behind you.

“Alright, all ready.” You chirped, walking to your suitcase, grabbing your heels from the plastic bag you had wrapped them in. Tangerine was sitting down on the bed, his muscular thighs spread in his blue dress pants. His long, tattooed fingers were holding a paperback delicately in his hands, the rings glinting in the sunset.

The minute your lilting voice reached his ears, he looked up from the pages, tearing himself away from the world in his head. His eyes widened when they landed on your figure, standing at the foot of his bed. You didn’t notice, busy checking your phone, newly acquired heels dangling in your hand.

“You look gorgeous, love.” You heard him say, his British accent familiar to your ears. “It’s taking all my self control not to come there and rip it off,” he whispered, standing up and gliding towards you, pressing a chaste kiss to your lips.

You grinned, placing a hand on his thigh. “I know, baby. But after we get rid of the man, you can do anything to me.” You whispered, standing up, and gently grazing his ear with your red lips. He shivered, closing his eyes, and plopping back down where you had been a second before. You walked to the chair in front of him, aware Tangerine’s eyes were glued to your ass as you swayed past him. You didn’t mind, your heart fluttering.

You grabbed your heels, starting to slip them on. To aid yourself in putting on the torture traps fashion called shoes, you spread your legs, lifting them to close the clasp that danced mockingly around your ankles. The already short hem of the dress had slid down against your waist, revealing your bare center to Tangerine.

The moment he realized what he was looking at, all the thoughts he had in his mind vanished, the blood rushing to his cock, hardening it in his dress pants, leaving little to the imagination. The idea that you were going out to seduce another man before Tangerine himself, your boyfriend, could get a taste of you, was making him furious. His skin started to become warm, and his breaths became shallow. Tangerine threw the book on the bed, hearing it bounce a few inches away. He stood up, licking his lips and adjusting his vest, walking towards you.

You barely took notice, too concentrated on your shoe clasp, which wouldn’t close, slipping through your fingers like water. It was infuriating. Just as you were about to close it, making you finally ready to go, Tangerine lifted your leg, throwing it over his shoulder as he kneeled in front of you. The clasp jolted away, and the shoe almost slipped off. “Tangerine? What are you doing-”, your sentence was stopped when you felt the familiar sensation of your boyfriend’s mouth against your core, his tongue darting inside of you.

You hadn’t been aroused before, but the sudden entrance of his skillful tongue made you moan out loud, throwing your head back against the wall, his mustache grazing your sensitive skin. Tangerine lifted your other leg, gripping your thighs, eating you out like a madman. Your arousal soon started coursing through your body, your nipples hardening, as well as your clit peeking out between the folds. “Tan…what-what are you doing I need to go,” you stammered in between moans, grinding against his tongue, your hand tightening around the arm rest.

“You’re not going out of here until my cum is dripping down your leg.”Tangerine murmured against your lower lips, the vibration making you see stars twinkling in your vision. “You look so fucking sexy tonight, love. I can’t let you go out like that. Your mine, and I want that bloody politician to fucking know,” he hissed, his long fingers replacing his mouth as he talked, not wanting to leave you high and dry.

You barely heard him, the pleasure starting to wash over you like a tsunami. Your stomach started to coil, tightening in all the right places, making you clench tightly around his long fingers. Tangerine had made you scream and arch your back as you orgasmed so many times he could tell you were close, a proud glint dancing in his eyes. To give you the extra push you needed, he dived back in, adding his tongue to his dancing fingers. You had started wiggling so much, your heels had clattered to the floor, leaving a dent in the moquette, and the thin shoulder straps of the your dress tumbled down your arms, revealing your quivering breasts.

Tangerine reached one ringed hand to grope them, waiting for you to tip over the edge. He could tell by the way your tongue slipped out of your mouth, and your unsteady breath pattern that you were about to orgasm. You looked gorgeous, just as you always did, but pride roared in his chest, knowing he was the only one that make you look like this.

The pleasure was starting to cloud your vision, and your hand blindly tried gripping onto the wall, before you decided to drop it down into Tangerine’s curls, tugging. He grunted quietly, a wet patch starting to form on his pants. “Tan! Tan! I’m…coming,” you panted. Tangerine spread your legs, pressing your clit with his index finger. The coolness of his rings contrasted with the heat of your sweating skin.

“Let go,” he whispered, and not even a second later, your juices gushed out of you, coating his mustache. He licked his lips, tasting you. Tangerine stood up, letting you relax for a second, deciding to observe you instead. Your hair was messy, your makeup ruined; the mascara ran down your cheeks like black tears, and your lipstick was long gone. Your breasts were exposed, the nipples hardened. Your legs were spread as much as they possibly could, hanging over the armrests of the chair, giving him a perfect view of your swollen, leaking center, which still now trickled droplets of your arousal on the soaked leather of the chair. He grinned proudly, knowing he was the only one allowed on this earth to watch you come undone as prettily as you did. He had seen you like this so many times, and yet, he could never get enough.

Without hesitating, Tangerine unbuckled his belt. The soft sound echoed in the room. He quickly kicked off his dress pants, his boxers flying away with them. He unbuttoned his shirt and vest, his fingers were quick, missing a few buttons. He grunted in frustration, ripping his shirt open, the unopened buttons flying to the floor. You stared at him, unable to move, eyes focused on his abs. His cock sprang out, already hard. Your pussy clenched around nothing, aching to feel him.

Tangerine leaned down, aligning himself with your hips, before slipping inside you, bottoming out in one swift thrust. You cried his name out in pleasure, tears of pure satisfaction mingling with your mascara. “Your mine,” Tangerine whispered in your ear, nibbling on your sensitive lobe.

The words were a caress to your lust-ridden mind, and you nodded urgently, grinding your hips against his. “Always! Forever!” You cried, leaning down to lock your lips together.

The kiss was passionate, furious, sloppy. His lips were swollen, and you could taste yourself on them. Saliva started dripping out, a few droplets coating your breasts. His tongue was shoved down your throat, while yours was caressing his mouth. He stopped moving his hips for a second, wanting to enjoy the kiss. Tangerine’s large hands grasped the swell of your hips, your smaller ones were holding the nape of his neck, your thumb rubbing large circles on his skin.

Desperate for more, Tangerine tried getting closer to you, even though it was physically impossible. He thrusted deeper inside you, hitting your g spot. The pleasure made you moan in your boyfriend’s mouth, detaching your lips. A string of saliva connected the two of you. Tangerine smirked, his hair disheveled, his eyes blown wide with lust.

He held you tighter on the hips, starting to thrust in and out of you quickly, the chair shaking underneath you. You threw your head back, and Tangerine took the opportunity to pepper kisses on your neck, inhaling your sweet perfume. He loved it, and it made his cock twitch inside you.

You whimpered quietly, hand traveling down in between your bodies, pressing your swollen clit. Tangerine’s forehead was beaded with sweat, his hair sticking to it. He quickly shooed your hand away from your core, replacing it with one of his large thumbs, pressing down on your swollen bud of nerves.

You screamed, literally screamed, hands gliding down his back, leaving red, angry marks. “Yes, make it loud and clear for everyone in this fucking hotel that your screams are only for me,” Tangerine groaned, feeling that his own climax was caressing his back, approaching swiftly. “You close, babygirl?” He croaked, holding your flushed skin against his, feeling your breasts bouncing against his chest.

You nodded, not even trusting yourself to respond. Tangerine thought you would need a few more thrusts to get there, but the next time he sunk deep inside you, without warning, you wrapped around him tightly, clenching around his cock, screaming his name and orgasmed. It had been so sudden, Tangerine felt his orgasm be yanked out of him, and he fell against your neck, whimpering your name like a prayer, as he started pumping his seed deep inside you.

You inhaled deeply, encouraging him to finish, caressing his back, feeling the ridges your nails had created. After a few moments, Tangerine was spent, and went flaccid inside you, yet he didn’t pull out, looking up to gaze at you, caressing your make up-smudged cheek. “My gorgeous (Y/N).”

The words elicited a quiet laugh from your swollen lips. “Please, I look like I’ve been run over by six cars.”

Tangerine chuckled, shaking his head. “No, it looks like you were fucked good, which you were.” You slapped his chest, laughing.

The two of you basked in the sex afterglow for a few more seconds, before you needed to go get ready all over again. You couldn’t even walk properly and needed Tangerine to help you reach the bathroom which was literally five steps away.

•

After another thirty minutes, you looked just as you had before. You sprayed perfume on yourself again, glancing at the mirror. “How do I look?” You asked, turning to face Tangerine, who was sitting on the toilet, cleaning his gun, only wearing his pants. He smirked appreciatively, placing the weapon on the sink, and slapping your ass.

“You look so fucking sexy, my love,” he leaned down to kiss you, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“Nope! No! If you kiss me, we’re fucking all over again.” You grabbed the purse from the floor, opening the bathroom door. “I’m going, Tan. I’ll text you when we’re coming back.”

Tangerine smiled at you, sending you a flying kiss. You sent one back, heading out the door and into the hallway. Tangerine leaned against he doorframe, watching you walk away. As he let his eyes glide to your ass, and to your legs, he noticed one, single bead of his cum sliding down the back of your exposed thighs. Tangerine grinned, licking his lips.

Oh, this would be a fun night.

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Smut request with 15, 80 and 106 with Bully/Jock!Wanda from the prompt list! I hope this is a okay request and feel free to not include a prompt etc.

For the past four months, you’ve been assigned to photograph Wanda Maximoff, a model in high demand for her sculpted face, her high cheekbones and bright green eyes, freckles that were soft as they spread across her delicate face. She was the ideal client, and you’d been working for her for several months.

But it had been no less than hell.

Wanda was a piece of work. She took every chance to belittle you, to insult your work and put herself above those who worked with her, but you, especially.

‘You consider yourself to be a professional?’ Wanda barked at you when you’d shown her the photos you took of her for a spring magazine issue. She got in your face and pointed at your work on the screen. ‘I look completely washed out and I have no presence in any of these pictures. You expect to be paid and to have me recommend you to other agencies?’

Not knowing quite what to say, you stayed silent and drilled holes into her skull. 

‘If you’re hoping to get anything from your privilege working with me, you’d better fix this shit,’ she demanded, pointing at the screen of your computer so hard the display warped into pixelated, abnormal colours under her finger. Wanda left the set, but not before pushing at your equipment and nearly having your tripod tumble down onto your keyboard. You stuck your hand out just in time to catch it.

In lesser words, Wanda Maximoff was a bitch. 

She was a woman who had peaked in college and had never truly grown out of her highschool-mean-girl act. Her pretty face was the only reason she’d ever gotten where she was now, and that thought soothed you when your blood boiled after spending twelve hours a day or more with her.

Tonight, it was only you and her in the studio as you photographed her for a large event she would be attending, so it was a very important shoot. You’d been going at it since before dinnertime, and it was now midnight. Everyone else had gone home, and unsurprisingly, Wanda let everyone go but you.

You yawn from behind your camera as you snap photos of her from different angles. 

“Sorry, is all of this boring you?” Wanda snaps as she looks down on you while you’re taking a photo of her from a lower angle. You take a picture in the middle of her scolding you with a scowl on her face and hold back a smirk at imagining releasing the photo without her knowledge.

“Frankly, yes,” you answer and stand up, flitting through the photos on your camera. “We’ve been at this for hours, Wanda. If I hadn’t gotten a good shot of you by now, there’s not going to be one.” You step off of the studio’s platform and walk to your equipment to look at the photos on your laptop.

Wanda trails after you, hot on your heels as she continues to shout insults at you. “No wonder why we’ve been here for so long. You’re a half-grade photographer who can’t work for shit,” she laughs. “There’s a reason why you’re failing at working with America’s top model, Y/N, and why you have to work late nights away from your shabby little studio apartment falling through, time and time again, to make someone like me look good on camera.”

You don’t know what, after months of listening to Wanda’s whining, finally made something snap deep within you, but before you knew what you were doing, you spun around and slapped the model across the face.

She stumbles back, gasping and raising a hand to her stinging cheek. She doesn’t shout at you, nor does she become angry, but instead her shoulders rise and fall shakily, her face shrouded by her hair. You step forward and take the bottom of her face in your hand, squeezing painfully.

“What?” you hiss, your face so close to her she can feel your warm breath on her nose. A sliver of humour flashes across your face. “Does that feel good?”

Wanda flushes immediately and tries to push you away, but you wrap your other arm around her waist and slap her again, stilling her body and making her look up at your face defiantly. Despite the way she breathed through her nose furiously, green eyes laced with rage as she looked at you, Wanda didn’t say a word.

You look down at her body, her low-cut dress and the angle at which you looked down at her exposing her breasts to you. She watches your eyes as they travel down her dress, and her breathing quickens. You step back from her and hook a finger around the neckline of her dress, exposing the bra she wore underneath.

“Take it off slowly,” you command.

Wanda’s body trembles with restrained anger, and something else you cannot place a finger on, but she listens and begins to strip in front of you. When she’s in nothing but her bra and panties, you tell her to take those off too. She argues, but you threaten to take your camera out and force her down onto the floor to take photos of her bare tits and spread them to every modelling agency. 

She unclips her bra and slips her panties off.

When she’s completely naked, you step forward and place a hand on her shoulder before shoving her down to the floor so she’s on her knees. Wanda yelps out but you cover her mouth with your hand and dig your fingernails into her cheeks. With your other hand, you unzip your jeans and pull your own panties down. “Open your mouth,” you say simply.

Wanda’s breathing is rapid now, shaky, but her cheeks are flushed and she can’t look away from your glistening core. Before she can wonder at what point you started getting wet, you take a bunch of her hair and force her face between your thighs. She tries to pull away at first, but you pull at her hair painfully. After crying out against your clit, Wanda gives in and darts her tongue out to run up your slit.

As you buck your pussy down onto her face, you take your camera from your desk while Wanda’s distracted. You lift the camera to your chest and angle it down to the model on her knees. Her hands are on your ass, pulling you against her face and moaning as she laps her tongue against your soaking cunt. 

When a bright flash flickers from on top of her, Wanda pulls away, her eyes wide and her lips parted in shock. She runs through her entire career in her mind, her life and her reputation. If the photo of her naked and on her knees, her face buried in her photographer’s pussy came out, everything would be ruined for her.

Needless to say, Wanda never snapped at you again, and never even dared to look you in the eye if you didn’t give her permission to.

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187. spencer reid (18+)

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

summary: you're dealing with a dumb, whiny boy and you are wondering where your boy genius went.

warnings: 18+, sub!spencer & dom!reader, dumbification, whining, whimpering, overstimulation, handjob, orgasm denial, begging..you know the rest ;)

a/n: this is a result of too much ai spencer tiktok edits....wrote in a rush on my phone late at night but that's how fanfiction are meant to be written. enjoy angels <3 requests are open if anyone want to drop by!

“okay spencer, this is an easy one. can you answer it for me baby?" you pause expectantly, and it takes him a while, but spencer only mewls in response, frustrated. "what states are next to louisiana?”

you see spencer’s eyebrows slowly pent up in thought but then he immediately gives up in lieu of letting out another pathetic moan, bucking up uselessly to your fingers. “answer the question baby," you prod sweetly, kissing your words into his cheek.

“i-hnfgg…” he pants breathlessly, eyes shut tight and when they flutter open, they are round with plead. “please, it hurts so bad, please let me cum i—“

you let go of his cock entirely and he whines, trying to shuffle closer so that you would touch him. in response you move away further, smirk at your lips. “be a good boy for me and i will.”

“i am being a good boy for you!” spencer whines, his eyes blown with need and watering, body writhing pathetically against the sheets. his dick is flushed an angry red and you know he’s only several strokes away from coming undone, being so closely attuned to your boy. “i’m being good i—“ his words hitched in his throat as you gently caress only the tip of his cock, teasing.

“the good boy i remember is super smart,” you slide up to him, pressing a leering kiss on his jaw. “the guy has an iq of 187. can you believe that? how rare is that?”

spencer doesn’t answer, his pleas and whines soft and stuck in his throat as he keeps trying to buck up his hips to get more of your touch, but with no avail. “hm? how rare is it spence?”

“i don’t know!” he cries, tears leaking and wetting his pretty lashes. “i—please it hurts so bad, just please let me cum i’ll do anything, please!”

“answer me and i’ll let you cum baby boy,” you say smoothly, removing your hand from him (which elicited a very impatient groan) to spit on your palm before going back again, moving your hand up and down his shaft deliberately slow. you know it drives him crazy, even crazier than he is right now and you soak in the satisfaction of it. “how many people has your kind of genius spence? hm?" you add encouragingly. "get this one right for me and i’ll let you cum baby.”

“i…uhh….” he's slow, and even slower with your hand working and overstimulating his already-sensitive cock. “one out of every hundred million people. 1000 who ever lived,” he finally decides to peel open his eyes again, searching your face for any hint of approval. as a response you flick up your wrist quickly and he nods his head back, an obscene and needy moan coming out of his mouth.

“and the states surrounding louisiana?”

his head snaps back immediately and stares at you in betrayal, like a kid being scammed out of his cookie, completely flustered and debauched. “you said one question!”

“i changed my mind baby,” you soothe, pressing an apology kiss in the corner of his mouth. “the faster you are the faster you get to cum. do you want to cum honey?”

“yes! yes i wanna cum so bad,” he cries, hands coming up to rest lightly at your waist and you can feel the tremble in them. the heavy feeling at the pit of his stomach has been there for at least half an hour now and you’ve just been toying with it, reliving it then bringing the pressure back. now he’s an absolute mess, curly hair sprayed on the pillow and stuck to his forehead, his pretty, delicate face ruined with tear stains, but it just makes him prettier. he’s completely at your mercy, writhing and whimpering and begging you to do something about his looming orgasm and you denying him of it.

“then answer the question baby boy,” you murmur encouragingly in his ear, fingers still teasing him. he’s so sensitive and overstimulated to the point that a single touch can make his entire body jump, so you are careful. too much and he might actually loose it, and you both know this. “you remember it, right spence?” you press, "the question?"

“hnngg,” he whimpers when you start biting on the lobe of his ear, grabbing and squeezing onto the sheets for dear life. “umm…arkansas and… i-i don’t know,” he admits shamefully, then desperately tries to make up for it. “but i got the first one! you said if i get it i could cum. i’ve been such a good boy for you, just this one time, please!” he begs, not in control of what he says anymore and it shows. he’s completely delirious and fucked stupid, and you take pity on him.

“aww, my sweet boy,” you coo sweetly, running your fingers through his messy mop of hair and pulling it away from his face for him. “i’m sorry angel, but if you can’t get it right, you don’t get to cum,” you whisper faux apologetically in his ear. you see when spencer’s eyes widen with horror, and the tears begins to fall freely.

“please,” he begs, his fingers pleadingly reaching out to try to touch you, convince you to change your mind. it’s a foolish and naive attempt, and he knows it too but can’t help taking his chances. he’s desperate for anything. “please, i’ll be so good for you. i’ll be your best boy. i promise. i swear. it hurts so bad y/n please, i cant take it—“

“fine,” you give in, only because you know for a fact that he can't last any longer. really, you're surprised he's managed to make it this long so far; you had already planned his punishment in your mind. your boy deserves his reward.

you speed up your movements and the sounds coming out of his mouth becomes wanton, sobs becomes louder and his whines a pitch higher and he’s strung high like a violin string, ready to snap. “cum for me, pretty boy.”

at your command his body gives out obediently, thick strings of cum spitting out of his cock, painting your hand and his hips, coating at his thighs. he twitches and his thighs tremble weakly as small blurts of cum starts to collect at the tip of his cock and you kiss him during all of it as he cries against your lips. he pants hard, and when you accidentally swipe a finger over him, he whines painfully and inches out the way, sore. when it’s over, he collapses into you, spent.

“thank you,” he says, sounding genuinely grateful, his voice muffled and his face buried in your shoulder. you laugh, fingers smoothing out the mess of his hair, pulling his head back and pressing kisses all over his face. spencer needs the aftercare, especially after being edged on for so long, needs the love and the assurance and the cuddles afterwards. "i love you."

"and i you," you say, smiling when he whines predictably, unsatisfied.

"you gotta say the whole thing," he says, looking mildly upset, lips jutting out and giving you the fattest, most foul and adorable pout, eyes big and searching.

"'m sorry," you weave your fingers with his, and he presses a kiss against your knuckles. "i love you."

i know it when i see it // masterlist

ao3 | playlist | ethics

pairing: pornstar!joel miller x fem!reader

summary: it's the golden age of porn. sex and sin are the national pastime. your career in adult films starts opposite a man who goes by the name texas.

part one

part two

part three

part four

part five

part six

part seven

part eight

part nine

part ten

epilogue

AHHAHAHAH

The Penthouse

18+

A group of obscenely rich, horrifically powerful, and sex-addicted individuals share more than one dark secret - but their favorite secret is you. The pretty little thing they've got living in the lavish penthouse they bought together, where they can escape to when they need a break from their families.

Series Warning: Multiple Characters x Reader, adultery, hard drug use, smut, depiction of rough sex, dark kinks (specified in each part).

1: Ragdoll ARI LEVINSON

2: Seductress STEVE ROGERS

3: Special STEVE KEMP

Hii, In case you’re still taking requests, could you write about Bucky having wild, kinky, loud sex with innocent!reader and shocking the rest of the avengers because they had no idea the innocent reader was not as innocent as they thought?

yes. i absolutely can

protect her innocence

18+

Content Warning: Bucky x Avenger!Reader, bi!buck is a sexually frustrated oaf, reader is a closeted slut, sweaty post-workout!bucky, smut (breeding kink, daddy kink, mommy kink, rough sex, choking, spitting kink, degradation kink, face slapping, crying kink (is that a thing? it is now), dom!bucky x sub!reader, excessive amount of cum, creampie).

"God, I'm fuckin' horny."

The others burst into disgust and anger at Bucky's admission, while he slumps down in his seat.

"This mission is hard enough without your overly personal comments, Barnes," Natasha states with a glare. "We're stuck on this island for another week; control yourself."

"Yeah, keep that shit to yourself," Sam adds, before pointing at you. "Y/N's still here, ya know. Can you at least try to protect her innocence?"

You simply sit back and laugh, not bothering to say anything at all while they chastise Bucky for talking sexually in front of you. To be honest, you're fuckin' horny too, but you know your team would explode if they found out you actually have those feelings. To them, you're still just the newest, youngest recruit who probably doesn't even know what a dick looks like, and it's much easier to keep up that appearance rather than have your private life all laid out for them - like Bucky's is.

"I haven't had sex since I fucked that Bennett guy on New Year's," He goes on to complain, throwing his head back. "Fuck, I need to rail someone."

"Alright, Buck, that's enough," Steve says sternly, patting his shoulder. "Let's keep the downtime conversation a little more family friendly, how about that?"

Reluctantly, Bucky agrees and keeps his mouth shut for the rest of the evening, and the rest of you have a pleasant chat about future plans for once this damn mission is over.

Later, after dinner and once most people have gone to their rooms, you creep downstairs to find Bucky where you know he'll be: in the kitchen, post-workout and pre-shower, sipping on a protein shake. Tonight, he's wearing a sleeveless, black tee and some basketball shorts, looking as hot as ever.

Of course, you'd never admit that out loud. Having inappropriate thoughts about a teammate would be unforgivable.

"Work your arms again?" You ask, walking into the dimly lit kitchen and poking his biceps. "Why do you bother? Doesn't your body just... do that naturally? I thought that was the magic of the serum?"

He puts down the shake and side-eyes you, a small smirk pulling at his lips. "Not exactly, tulip. What are you doing up so late?"

"Can't sleep," You complain, leaning your back against the counter and looking up at him. "What about you?"

"About to shower," He answers, taking another sip from the shake.

You watch his throat bob as he swallows, and lower your voice, moving closer to him. "Wanna put a baby in me, instead?" You ask him softly.

Almost choking, Bucky widens his eyes, his lips parting. "What?"

Taking another step closer, you take his hands and place one on your waist and the other on your belly before standing on your tiptoes to reach his ear. "Please, daddy, give me a baby."

His breath hitches in his throat as he tries his best to process the situation, before deciding that trying to rationalize it is futile. This may just be a really vivid dream, Buck, so stop thinking and do as the woman asks before you wake up.

"Is that what you want, tulip?" He asks, bringing his hand up to cup your face as his eyes burn into yours. "Want daddy to fill you up, hmm? Fuck a baby into you?"

Your legs squeeze together at his words as you nod quickly. "Yes, please."

"Fuck," He whispers with a shudder. Without wasting another second, he brings his tongue to yours, kissing you hurriedly as though he's running out of time. His hand slips under the band of your shorts and he bypasses your panties, dipping his fingers into your honey-soaked cunt.

A shaky breath leaves your mouth as he starts to rub circles on your clit, making your pussy throb. He continues to press kisses down your neck, sucking on your pulse point. "Daddy," You whine, bucking your hips up as your hand moves to rub his hardening boner. "Please."

"What do you need, baby?" He murmurs into your ear. "Tell daddy what you need."

"Need- need you inside me," You answer him desperately. "Now."

Groaning, he fumbles with his shorts, pulling them down and letting his big cock spring out. Your mouth waters at the sight and you gasp when he brutishly rips your shorts and panties apart, leaving your bottom half bare for him. Lifting up your leg, he wraps it around his waist and brings his cock to your folds, covering it in your moisture.

"So fucking wet for me," He grunts, his eyes darkening. "Want me to make you a mommy?"

"Yes, daddy," You whimper, cupping his neck in your hands. "Wanna be pregnant with your baby."

Biting his lip, he falls forward to rest his forehead against yours. "Oh, shit, you're so fucking hot."

"Stop teasing me," You whine. "Fuck my tight, little pussy, daddy."

Unable to hold back any longer, Bucky does as you ask and presses his cock to your entrance. By now, he's 99% sure you're not a virgin, but he still takes his time in inching his way inside you.

"Fuck, daddy," You cry, throwing your head back as his girthy length stretches you out. "Haven't been fucked in so long."

Well, she ain't a virgin.

"No?" Bucky asks with a mutter, his eyes glued to the look on your face. "Want daddy to rail you, baby?"

"Yeah," You say coyly, biting your lip.

He smirks down at you, his lips parting as he bottoms out inside you. "Look at you. Taking my cock so well. You're a dirty little slut, aren't you?"

"Yeah," You agree between giggles.

His lips brush against yours as he chuckles, "Mmm, yeah. Filthy fuckin' whore." With that, he begins to rock his hips, fucking in and out of you. The sound of his balls slapping against your skin fill the kitchen, and likely echo all around the cabin. But you can't give a fuck about who can hear you right now. He pulls off your t-shirt, hypnotized by your tits before latching his mouth onto one of your nipples. Sucking it, he groans, sending electric waves through your body. "Can't wait until they're full with milk for me," He groans, rubbing your nipples with his thumbs. "Mommy's milk is gonna be so fuckin' sweet."

"Harder, daddy!" You cry as your eyes roll back in pleasure.

Growling under his breath, Bucky happily complies, slamming his cock into you. "That's it, baby, take my fuckin' cock," He orders lowly. "Gonna fill you with my seed, make you a mommy."

"Yes, Bucky!" You all but scream, before grabbing his face in your hands. "Spit in my mouth, daddy."

Slightly taken aback, Bucky raises a brow, never once slowing his thrusts. "Is that what you want, baby?"

"Yes," You reply instantly.

With an arrogant smile, he grabs the back of your neck. "Only good girls get daddy's spit. Fuckin' beg for it, slut."

"Please, daddy," You cry, feeling weak. "Please spit in my mouth."

"That's my girl," He grunts before pulling your head back. "Open."

Obediently, you open your mouth wide, buzzing with anticipation. Bucky leans forward and squeezes your cheeks together before giving you what you want, letting his saliva slowly pour onto your tongue. You moan immediately, your stomach fluttering with delight. He spits once more into your mouth before clamping your jaw shut, grinning when he sees you swallow.

"Fuck me," He mutters lowly, grabbing your throat as he thrusts harder. "Your filthy little pussy feels so good wrapped around me, tulip, so fucking good."

Taking his free hand, you bring it up to your cheek. "Slap me," You beg him with glossy eyes. "Please, daddy."

A glint of darkness flashes across his face as he presses his chest to yours, stroking your cheek. "You gonna be a good girl for me?" He asks you lowly.

Instantly, you reply, "Yes."

"Gonna let me fuck you whenever I want?" He questions you. "Use you like a fuckin' sex doll?"

"Yes, daddy," You cry out.

"Gonna let me get you pregnant, huh?" He presses, fucking you faster as his cock brushes against your cervix. "Gonna be a good mommy for me?"

"I promise, daddy," You swear, tears filling your eyes as every inch of your skin is drenched in pleasure. "I'll do whatever you want, whenever you want. Fill me with your baby, please."

Groaning, Bucky tightens his grip around your throat. "That's my good girl," He mumbles sweetly, before slapping your cheek with his free hand.

You moan at the sensation as the tears finally fall from your eyes. "Thank you, daddy."

"Yeah, that's it," Bucky grumbles, thrusting harder into you. "Fuckin' cry for me, you stupid little bitch." With that, he slaps you again, and you think you're in heaven. Leaning forward, he licks a stray tear from your cheek. "So fuckin' pretty when you cry for me, tulip."

"Oh, daddy," You moan melodically, feeling your pleasure build up. "I'm gonna cum."

Roughly, he grabs your face. "Not yet, you stupid slut," He growls. "You don't get to cum until daddy tells you to, got it?"

Frustrated, you whine. "Please, daddy, so close."

To your surprise, and utter delight, he slaps you again, glaring down at you. "Don't you fuckin' dare, little girl," He says gravely. "You wanna be a good little slut for daddy, don't you?"

Oh, you'd do anything for this man.

"Yes, Sir," You mumble, your mind totally blank. All you can process is your pleasure, and him.

"Louder, bitch," He spits. "I want everyone in this fuckin' cabin to know what you really are."

Throwing your head back, you cry out, "I wanna be daddy's good little slut!"

"That's my girl," He says proudly, slapping your cheek a couple more times, leaving your face sore as your cunt tightens around him. "You've been so good, baby. You wanna cum for me?"

You gasp with relief, meeting his eyes. "Daddy."

"I know, baby, I know," He coos softly, rubbing your clit while your legs shudder. "I know my little girl wants to cum, doesn't she?"

"Please," You squeak between sobs, burning for him.

The softness leaves his face as he clenches his jaw, slapping you once more before grabbing your face and fucking you deeper. "Cum, you fuckin' slut. Now."

His command tips you over the edge, and all you see is white for a second as you cum, hard. The breath is stolen from your lungs, the strength from your muscles, the thoughts from your brain. For a moment, all you are is the product of Bucky's desire; coming apart at his words, destroyed by his actions.

As you cum around him, Bucky groans, feeling his own orgasm hit him. "Shit, that's it, baby. Take my fuckin' seed, all of it," He grunts, thrusting sloppily as he cums hard. "Gonna make such a pretty mommy for me, tulip, such a pretty mommy."

Meanwhile, as you come down from your high, your blurred vision clears and you return to your senses. You can feel his jizz pouring inside you as he shudders, and your eyes widen at the feeling. "That's so much - so much cum, daddy," You whisper, gasping as he fucks it all into you.

Chuckling weakly, he rests his head in your neck, slowing down his thrusts. "Magic of the serum, baby. Shit."

The both of you take a few moments to recover, breathing heavily in the now-silent kitchen. Slowly, Bucky pulls out of you, making you wince.

Patting his chest, you give him a smile. "Thanks for that, Buck. I really needed it."

He nods quickly, eyes wide. "Yeah. Yeah, no problem. Any time- seriously, any time," He rambles while doing his best not to gawk at your naked body.

Grinning, you lean up and kiss his cheek. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Letting out a shaky breath, he quickly pulls off his t-shirt before helping you put it on. "There you are, tulip," He murmurs, pulling it down to cover your ass.

"I'll, uh, see you in the morning?" You say, slowly making your way to the exit.

"Sure," He replies, rubbing the back of his neck. "Unless I come for round two after my shower?"

Smirking, you back up to the door. "You know where to find me, daddy."

With that, you leave and make your way to the stairs - where your other team members are all standing, wide eyed and horrified at what they just overheard.

"Hey, gang," You greet them casually, walking past Natasha with a smile.

"Hey... Y/N," Sam replies with a mixture of fear and bafflement in his eyes. "You all good?"

You nudge his arm when you pass him, "I'm absolutely perfect. I feel so much better than I did after today's mission."

Clint and Tony remain silent, unable to even look at you as you walk by them.

"Well, good night, everyone," You say softly. "Sweet dreams."

Steve can't bring himself to make eye contact with you as you limp up the stairs to where he's standing, his brows furrowing nervously. Once you're in your room, he looks at the others and mumbles, "I don't think there's gonna be anything sweet about my dreams tonight."

Bucky then emerges from the kitchen, shirtless, sweaty, and holding your panties in his hand. Grimacing, Sam steps forward. "You monster."

With a scoff, Bucky holds his hands up in surrender. "Woah, there," He says. "She came onto me!"

They all burst into disbelieving grumbles, refusing to accept that you aren't as innocent as they believed and turning away from him to make their way upstairs.

Alone, Bucky lowers his hands, chuckling at the situation. "Tulip, you absolute slut," He mumbles, looking down at your panties with a smirk. "My fuckin' slut."

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Safe House

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion

A/N: hello! hope you guys enjoy this fluffy fic! happy reading <3

anon requested: could i request a wandanat x civilian!reader oneshot where they keep the reader a secret to keep her safe but then have to go visit the house as a safe house (kinda like the whole clint and his family thing but better bc it’s wanda and nat and not clint) just everyone meeting the reader and some domestic fluff and stuff :)

Summary: Wanda and Natasha bring the team to the safest place they know; their home.

Word Count: 1.4K

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Wanda and Natasha never wanted to let anyone in on their secret. What was the secret, you ask?

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Well…. it was their girlfriend; you.

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You were a normal civilian. You worked as a kindergarten teacher that assisted children with special needs. You had a heart of gold and were the kindest, most patient person that the two Avengers had ever encountered.

The best part about you? You didn’t mind keeping the relationship under wraps. You didn’t care about your own safety, but the safety of your students.

You knew the dangers of being with Wanda and Natasha, and you did not want your students to end up as collateral damage.

Natasha and Wanda also didn’t want that to happen, but your safety was also a priority to them.

So, they never let anyone in on their relationship with you, regardless of the fact that the two women lived in a house with you.

They never intended for their teammates to find out about you, but one day, they had no other choice.

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They had just gotten absolutely wrecked by a team of Hydra agents. The enemies had weapons of destruction that none of the Avengers were prepared for and everyone was in pretty rough condition.

“We need a place to lay low. They will probably be waiting for us at the Compound.” Steve spoke as his injured teammates all stared at him.

Wanda and Natasha shared a look. They knew a place, but you would be there, it was a weekend. Wanda sent Natasha a reluctant nod, answering her unspoken question.

“We know a place.” Natasha’s voice filled the silence of the Quinjet. Everyone except Wanda stared at the redhead questioningly as she slowly stood up and moved to the front of the jet.

She input some coordinates before walking back to her seat and slumping down into it.

“Will we be safe there, Romanoff?” Steve put on his serious voice as Natasha raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow in his direction.

“Considering we’ve kept it a secret from all of you for years, yes. It’s very safe. Loosen your tights a little, Rogers.”

Natasha closed her eyes and leaned into Wanda’s shoulder. The Sokovian placed her head on top of the redhead’s contentedly.

The rest of the team shared a look and decided that they would just go with Nat and Wanda’s plan, not that they really had a choice. It’s not like they had any other options anyway.

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The Quinjet finally landed at the ‘secure location.’ The team of heroes stepped off of the jet and everyone stared in confusion as they were met with a farmhouse.

It didn’t exactly seem like a safe house… it was just… well, a house. Natasha and Wanda led the team up to the front door. They walked through the grassy terrain as if they’ve been here a million times, which they had.

Wanda opened the door to the house as Natasha walked right in. The Sokovian stood there and stared at her teammates who stopped on the porch.

“Are you guys going to stand there or are you going to come in?” Wanda asked as she eyed up her teammates.

They walked in before Wanda closed the door behind them. The brunette walked past her teammates, who awkwardly stood in the foyer.

Wanda placed her shoes beside Natasha’s, seeing as the Russian immediately chucked them off as she entered the house.

“Come on.” Wanda guided the team into the living room, Natasha nowhere to be found.

“So, how do you guys know about this place?” Banner questioned as he took in the cozy living room.

“Well, we kind of live here.” Natasha said as she came in from a different doorway with an unknown person following right behind her.

“Who is this? You guys said this was a safe place.” Steve stared at Natasha and Wanda as soon as he caught sight of the stranger.

“We’re safe, trust me. Guys, this is our girlfriend, Y/N L/N.”

The entire team was shocked by the revelation. Some of their mouths actually dropped as their eyes fluttered between the three of you.

You sent the heroes a small smile and an awkward wave as Natasha wrapped her arm around your waist.

“Uh, hi. It’s very nice to finally meet you all. Wanda and Nat have told me a lot. You are all amazing people.”

There was an awkward silence, the team still trying to process the new information. Wanda rolled her eyes before going to the other side of you and placing a kiss on your cheek.

“We kept her a secret from you all because it was a matter of her safety.” Wanda explained as her teammates digested her words.

“Well, where are our manners? It’s very nice to meet you, Lady Y/N.” Thor sent you a bright smile as he approached you with an extended hand.

You returned the smile and shook his hand gently. “Thank you. It’s nice to meet you as well.”

Thor retreated his hand and moved back to his place next to Tony, who stared at you suspiciously.

“So, how do we know you aren’t a threat?” Everyone’s heads snapped to the billionaire with incredulous looks. He looked at everyone before rolling his eyes.

“Oh, come on! We are all thinking it!” Tony exclaimed as his eyes landed onto you suspiciously.

“Well, I’ve been with Nat and Wanda for over two years now and I’m just a kindergarten teacher for special needs children. There isn’t much to me. If it’d make you feel better, feel free to run a background check on me.”

Everyone’s eyes were on you as you spoke. They were impressed by your profession. You looked like the type of person who would help others.

“That won’t be necessary. Thank you for letting us stay here until we come up with a game plan.” Steve expressed his gratitude as he sent you his golden boy smile.

“It’s no problem at all! It’s nice to have more company. The more, the merrier, right?”

Natasha’s thumb gently caressed your hip and you turned your head to look at her. She was already staring at you with a smile on her face.

Wanda’s arm joined Natasha’s around your waist, their strong arms holding you in a tight embrace.

“If any of you fuck with her, I won’t hesitate to beat your asses into the next dimension.”

You were taken aback by Natasha’s bluntness and you softly punched her arm. She looked at you with fake shock.

“I second that.” Your head whipped to Wanda as you sent her a warning look.

“What? They need to know.” You rolled your eyes at your girlfriends before returning your gaze to the team, who still stood in front of you.

“Well, make yourselves at home! You all can pair up in the guest rooms.” You exclaimed, completely ignoring your girlfriend’s earlier comments as you moved out of their grasp.

The two women whined as your warm body left their sides.

“Oh, stop being a bunch of babies. I love you both, but you guys are in desperate need of a shower.”

They let out dramatic gasps as the team walked past you guys through the doorway and up the stairs.

“So, your love for us has its limits?” Wanda asked you dramatically as she moved inched closer to you.

You took a step back as Natasha followed Wanda’s lead. Your eyes widened as you realized what they had in mind.

“Yes, when you guys are sweaty and dirty. That’s the only exception for my love.”

You let out a squeal as the two women charged at you, engulfing you in their arms as they shoved their faces into each side of your neck.

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You laughed loudly as you protested.

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“No! Please stop! I just took a shower!” Their faces tickled your neck as their arms tightened around you.

They finally let up as they removed their faces from your neck, your body still in a tight embrace.

“Well, guess you’ll just have to take another one with us.” Natasha spoke suggestively as she wiggled her eyebrows playfully at you.

“Oh, no. Absolutely not. Your teammates are in the house!” You spoke firmly as the two women sent you goofy smiles.

“Who cares? It’s our house. We can do whatever we want… or whoever we want.” Wanda’s Sokovian accent slipped out as she leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

You let out a moan as she bit on your bottom lip as she pulled away.

“My answer is still no.” You mumbled with your eyes still closed. You opened them again with a small giggle as your girlfriends immediately protested.

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“Baby, please!”

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“We’ve been gone for weeks! We need some action!”

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Unconventional comfort

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 1379

Warnings: This contains nursing. It is not s*xual in any way but it is slightly unconventional hence the warning. If you don’t like it or do not have anything kind to day, please move on. Thank you

Summary: You had accidentally - and thankfully, managed to provide Natasha with a comfort and closeness she'd always been denied.

It wasn't rare for Natasha to have nightmares. Due to her past, they were kind of expected. Every night at around the same time, you'd be abruptly awoken by a muffled cry of fear coming from the spot just next to you. You'd rouse almost instantly, desperate to sooth her but not daring to touch her in fear of how she'd react. Sometimes, she'd manage to bring herself out of it.

She'd wake up only briefly before seeking you out with a soft whimper of both fear and confusion, and you'd pull her into your arms, sooth her back to sleep with a gentle hand grazing over the bare skin of her back.

Other times, you weren't so lucky.

There was one time, just a few short months ago that she'd had one of the worst nightmares that exists to date. It had started with her shifting in place slightly, eyebrows furrowed as she lets out a small whimper.

But then it had progressed into quiet cries that had slowly risen in volume until they could be perceived as literal screams of terror. In the midst of your own fear and panic, you'd instinctively made the mistake of trying to wake her.

It was just a touch. Barely even a graze of your finger against her skin. But it was enough. She'd violently shoved you away from her with that could only be described of cry of unbridled rage. Her hands had reached for your throat, and you were sure they would have reached their destination if it hadn't been for the sleepy disorientation still clouding her hazy, tormented mind.

With a skill you didn't even know you possessed, you had managed to haul her thriving body into your arms. You'd situated yourself against the headboard with her between your legs, both your arms and legs pinning her body to your own. She'd screamed. She'd thrashed and swore and called you every name under the sun. But you hadn't let her go.

Eventually, she'd seemed to realise you wouldn't be letting her go and was quick to slump into a defeated lump in your arms.

You'd adjusted her slightly so she was more or less cradled, her legs curled up against your hip whilst her head had come to rest against your chest. Your own arms had secured her to you, gentle hands brushing the sweat soaked hair out of her face whilst gentle coos of comfort had escaped your lips.

Her hands had risen to take ahold of your shirt, silently clinging, pleading even, not to let her go. She was sniffling quietly, eyes drooping and quietly pleading for sleep. But she refuses to allow it, and you don't dare force her.

As Natasha had laid there, cradled in your arms like she was no more than an infant, she'd reached for your hand and had coaxed it to her face. You had understood her silent implication, tenderly cupping her cheek and grazing the pad of your thumb over the still damp skin.

What happened next had been a complete accident.

Due to being half asleep and rather uncoordinated, your thumb had slipped down slightly and had grazed over her bottom lip as opposed to her cheek. Natasha, seemingly close to sleep as well, had simply reacted upon instinct. Her lips had parted, and she'd accepted the pad of your thumb into her mouth without hesitation before beginning to suckle.

You'd stared down at her in awe, too scared to move and disturb the serene look of complete content that had slipped onto her features. It had felt like seconds and hours all at the same time before the current predicament it had simultaneously clicked for the both of you.

Like she had been set on fire, Natasha had pulled away from your thumb. Her eyes had ripped open, irises full of both embarrassment and humiliation. She'd looked up at you with a look so full of fear it was almost as though she was waiting for you to belittle her.

But you couldn't and wouldn't ever do that.

Before she could even begin to rip herself out of your arms, a strange sense of calm had settled upon you and you'd found yourself gently coaxing her back to your chest. She'd complied warily, and not a word was spoken between the two of you as you had once again trialed the pad of your thumb over her bottom lip.

Her hand had risen to timidly cover your own, and as she'd continue to stare to at you with a look so heartbreakingly full of fear, you'd gently parted her lips and coaxed the pad of your thumb back into her mouth.

Whether it be instinct or something else entirely, she'd begun to suckle almost instantly, her whole body going limp with what could only be described as relief. Her eyes had fluttered closed, and with your free hand, you'd traced gentle circles over the small of her back.

*

It was on the third nightmare of the week that the dynamic had shifted a little. You'd been undoubtedly exhausted after just getting back from a two day stakeout with Clint and Yelena, so when Natasha has woken with yet another nightmare, you'd simply pulled her into your chest.

She had seemed placated. She'd gone quiet and still, laying there on her side with with her head buried between your breasts. You had just begun to drift of to sleep again when what could only be described as a whine had escaped her lips, and though your body had protested, you had gone to sit up so she could have access to your thumb.

But one simple action had stopped you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, she'd latched on to the swell of your breast over the material of your shirt. Her suckles were gentle and consistent, the heat of her mouth leaving your shirt slightly damp. You'd stared at her, stunned, and almost entranced at the sight before you.

It had taken only moments for everything to seemingly fall into place.

Natasha would always pay careful to your breasts during intimate moments. She'd almost worship them, in a sense, and she'd said many times that they were one of her favourite things about you. As you watched her mouth move, you'd come to the realisation that letting her suckle would be the same thing but with a slightly different context.

You hadn't allowed yourself to hesitate as you'd pulled off your shirt, shuffling up the bed slightly so that your breast were level with her head. Cupping the flesh, you'd grazed your nipple over her bottom lip, and just like the many tunes before, instinct had her latching on without hesitation.

You felt the hot air of her content exhale before you'd heard it, and with a hand on the back of her head to keep her close, you'd settled back into your pillow, feeling more than seeing her soft suckles against your skin.

It was pleasant feeling, but not in an pleasurable way. More so it was soothing, and before you knew it, you felt yourself falling back to sleep too.

*

What occurs on those bad nights was never brought up between the two of you. In fact, if it wasn't for the occasional awkward glance sent your way from Natasha, you would have assumed you'd dreamt it.

You didn't necessarily mind, because you knew how hard it was for Natasha to open herself up and allow herself to be seen in such a vulnerable yet intimate way. But a part of you did wish she would at least acknowledge it so you didn't feel so alone.

Thankfully, you knew wasn't because she regrets it or didn't like it. Each gentle tug at your shirt after every bad dream proves that. You just wish she knew it was nothing to be embarrassed about and hoped one day, that would be the case.

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Incel Tomura

I couldn’t think of a good title for this, so… I just went with something real blunt. Anyway, this was inspired by a friend and how she actually met her IRL boyfriend.

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

TW: face sitting, degradation, mommy kink, reader basically bullying Tomura (he deserves it)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You said, quickly. Too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a bit tired.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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