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Hers. | w. maximoff

summary: in which natasha has a hard time staying away from what isn't hers, so wanda decides to teach her a lesson.

warnings: top!wanda, jealousy/possession, voyeurism, fingering

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

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It was another one of Tony's exorbitant parties. His mansion, as grandiose as it was, felt suffocatingly small with the number of people packed into the place. Nevertheless, it was classy, and the music was drifting gently in the air with the ambience consisting mostly of laughing and talking and drinking.

Wanda, your girlfriend, had naturally prompted that she would pick out your dress. You were surprised earlier that evening when you walked into your room to see a tight black minidress with a plunging neckline laying on your bed, along with your black heels and necklace. It was surprisingly that Wanda had opted for something so showy and obviously far from modest.

That possessive streak in Wanda was not unknown to you and the rest of the team at that point. While she was never demanding or controlling, she had issues with her jealousy. It was something the two of you had been working on together, and you thought that maybe her picking out this dress for the party was her way of showing that she was confident in controlling her jealousy.

And as far as the night had come, you were right. Wanda had not casted a deathly glance nor harshly squeezed you closer to her all night. Her spirits were high, her laugh echoing in your ears as the two of you talked with Steve and Clint. You were happy that the night was going so well, considering parties weren't your favorite thing in the first place.

You glanced to the glass table that you were all seated around and noticed that both you and Wanda's glasses were empty. Leaning forward, you took the glasses and stood up.

"I'm gonna go grab us some refills," you told Wanda who looked up at you and nodded, grazing her hand over your arm and thanking you.

You could feel Wanda's eyes on you as you walked through the crowd of people and towards the bar. As you approached, you noticed a familiar redhead standing behind the bar making a drink.

"Nat," you greeted her as you sat down on the stool across from her, placing the glasses on the counter. "This Avenger gig isn't working out for you? Decided to take up bartending instead?"

A pair of cool green eyes met yours, her red lips forming a smirk. "The pay is so much better," she joked, her lips breaking into a grin. "Tony bullied the bartender he hired into retirement because he didn't make his drink exactly how he wanted it. And, seeing no one else around here can make a good cocktail, I decided to step in."

She gave a husky laugh which you returned, and you suddenly felt eyes burning into your back. "Want to whip two up for me and missus?"

"Most certainly," she remarked, taking the two empty glasses and rinsing them out as she began making the drinks. You sat there in silence for a moment before noticing her eyes flicker to your dress. "That's a nice dress. Where'd you get it?"

"Oh, I don't remember," you said bashfully, glancing down at the dress as if you hadn't seen it before. You felt aware of your exposed chest and adjusted it when Nat finally looked away. "Wanda picked it out for me."

"Hmm," the redhead hummed as she began shaking the drinks. "Tell her she has excellent taste." You watched her eyes rake over you again, her lips set into a shadow of a smirk.

You blushed, averting your eyes and feeling a little stiff. It was common knowledge that Natasha was flirty to nearly everyone she spoke to, but somehow you couldn't recall her ever looking at anyone else on the team in such a way.

"I don't think Wanda would like to know that," you half-joked as you pulled the short end of your dress downwards, feeling painfully conscious of your looks.

Natasha broke into another velvety laugh and shook her head. There was a gleaming smile on her face, but she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Your curiosity piqued. "What?" you asked with a nervous chuckle.

"Her eyes follow you wherever you go, you know." She looked at you again for a fleeting moment before her eyes moved behind you.

Turning to follow her stare, you caught Wanda's mid-air from all the way across the room. She was leaning against her chair in her all-black suit, legs crossed as Steve talked at her without realizing she probably wasn't listening. Her dark green eyes burned in yours, an unreadable expression inked across her features that you didn't get a chance to analyze before she was turning back to Steve and responding to what he had said.

Sighing, you turned back around to Nat who was giving you an amused look. "I can't say I blame her. If you were mine, I would be hellbent on keeping it that way, too."

A blush rose to your cheeks at the bold way she worded her sentence. You nervously tucked your hair behind your ear and leaned your elbows on the counter. "You shouldn't say things like that. Wanda can read minds."

"Believe me, I'm aware," she said as she finished your drink and slid it in front of you before starting on Wanda's drink. "Ever wonder why she hates me so much?"

You took the drink gingerly, looking at her in confusion as you deciphered what she meant. "What... are you saying she has reason to?"

Nat looked at you with a crawling smirk as she shook the drink. "I'm not saying anything, baby."

Her stare was hot on your figure as you decoded what she meant by that. Was she meaning that she thinks things about you that gives Wanda cause for her jealousy? Was she thinking those kinds of things right then?

The lustful look on your face answered her question. And as you turned to look at Wanda again, you saw that she was staring hard at the floor. Her sharp jaw was clenched tightly, and even from a distance and looking only at the side of her face, you could see a glare of red in her eyes. She was reading Nat's mind, and Nat was torturing her.

You quickly turned back to Nat, growing slightly irritated. "Nat, stop," you whispered. You didn't want Wanda to get the wrong idea that you were flirting back, nor did you want her good mood to be ruined.

"It's hard to stop when you're wearing something like that, doll," she responded, quickly finished Wanda's drink and setting it down beside you. As soon as the glass hit the counter, you felt a presence beside you. You gasped to see Wanda appear beside you, taking the drink almost as soon as it touched the counter.

"Just in time," Wanda remarked, her voice deep and raspy as she sipped the drink. She licked her lips and looked at it thoughtfully. "Not the worst cocktail I've ever had." She set the drink down as she sat on the stool beside you, leaning obviously far to your side. "Definitely not the best one, either."

Nat smirked and leaned her elbows onto the counter as her eyebrow quirked. "I guess my talents lie elsewhere."

You looked between the two, noticing a strained mixture of a smile and a scowl form on Wanda's face as her head tilted, holding Nat's intense stare. You quickly caught on that Wanda was reading Nat's mind again, and Nat was giving her a good idea of what talents she was referring to.

Nat finally broke the silence, leaning up and taking a drink of her own cocktail. "Y/n was just telling me you picked out that dress for her. I told her to tell you that you have good taste, but for some reason she thought that wouldn't be a good idea."

"Oh, really? Well, I think that would have been a great idea." Wanda leaned over and slid her arm over your lower back, and you stiffened when her hand dipped down to cup your ass. "It is a great dress, isn't it?"

You looked at Wanda incredulously to see she was only staring cheekily at Nat, making it as obvious as possible that she was touching you.

"It is," Nat answered, eyes flickering to you for a moment. "But y/n didn't let me finish what I was going to say after that."

"Yea? And what's that?" Wanda countered, her voice sounding edged.

Nat set her glass down and pressed her palms flat on the counter, leaning close to Wanda. There was a knowing smirk on her face that made you dread what she was going to say next. In a low, rasping whisper, she answered, "That I would have preferred it off her."

The fake smile Wanda had plastered on her face faded, her head tilting even further. Crimson filled her irises, and you noticed that she was gripping her glass so hard it was bound to shatter in her fist. Quickly, you stood up and tugged Wanda's arm. "Alright, that's enough." You pried the glass from Wanda's hand and slid it to Nat. "Thanks for the drinks, Nat. We're gonna get back to—"

"Why don't we continue this conversation in private?" Wanda said as she stood from the stool, holding Nat's stare. "The three of us."

You looked at her in disbelief. "What?"

"Nat can tell me more about the dress and how she wants it off you."

Nat stood up straighter and took the towel sitting to the side, wiping the bar counter clean before tossing it away. "I could talk about it all day." She looked at you as she came around from behind the bar.

You looked up at Wanda in confusion as she took your hand in hers and held it firmly, dragging you out of the room with Nat following close behind.

"Where are we going?" you whispered up at Wanda, but she kept her stare straight ahead as she led the three of you up the stairs.

"Your girlfriend's ass looks great from here," Nat called from behind you, causing you to blush.

Wanda smirked and sucked her tongue behind her teeth before saying, "You should see it when she's bent over."

Your mouth fell open at Wanda's words. What kind of game was she playing? By now, she would have ripped Nat's eyes out for saying such a thing, but she was acting as if she was going along with it.

"Wanda!" you exclaimed, but you had no time to scold her before she led you through a door, and suddenly you were on the rooftop of the mansion. The night breeze flitted through your hair as you looked around at Tony's rooftop patio. Stars littered the sky above, and besides a few soft golden lights placed around the roof's edge, it was dark. You grew suddenly anxious that Wanda was going to shove Nat off the roof or something equally as murderous.

Nat came onto the roof behind you and closed the door, looking around in confusion. Suddenly, red threads of magic wrapped around one of the patio chairs and flew it towards Nat, hitting the back of her knees so that she was forced to sit down. More red magic latched her wrists onto the arms of the chair, and the widow immediately began struggling against the constraints.

Your eyes widened as you jerked your hand away from Wanda's and backed away from her. "Wanda, what are you doing?!"

Calmly, Wanda walked to another patio chair and carried it to the center of the area, directly across from Nat. "Sit, my love," she gently commanded you.

You eyed her warily. "Wanda, let Nat go."

Wanda's face tilted downwards, and you could see red harboring behind those green eyes. "Sit," she said much firmer, and you felt like you really had no choice because she would probably use her magic to make you sit, anyways.

Hesitantly, you walked towards her, keeping her unreadable stare as you carefully sat down in the chair. You waited for your wrists to be bound like Nat's, but it never came.

Wanda leaned down behind you, brushing your hair from your neck. She looked at Nat's equally confused and worried stare as she trailed her hand over your neck and to your chin, holding it gently with her index finger and thumb.

"I think Romanoff is having trouble understanding boundaries," Wanda spoke deeply beside your ear. "Perhaps we should set her an example."

"Wanda," you said warningly, but she turned your head and captured your lips in hers. You did kiss back at first, due to feeling Nat's burning stare, but as her lips moved gently against yours, you found yourself kissing her deeply. She washed her tongue over her lower lip, asking for permission, and you reluctantly granted it to her, opening your mouth so she could slip her tongue inside. Your body was burning hot due to knowing Nat was watching Wanda kiss you, and the mixed feelings in your stomach made your head spin.

Finally, Wanda released you, leaving your lips puffy and damp. She gently turned your head back to face Nat who appeared to be a confused mixture of uncomfortable and intrigued.

"Romanoff, why don't you let y/n know what you were thinking back there at the bar? I'm sure she would love to know," Wanda spoke against your neck, eyes locking with Nat's.

Nat pursed her lips and gulped. "No."

"Why not?" Wanda voice lilted, her hand coming to rub your hip. "You were thinking it so boldly while I was listening. Are you shy now?"

Nat clenched her jaw and shook her head, staying silent as she watched Wanda pepper kisses on your neck. You had to admit that you were curious, because you had never been aware that Nat had any sort of attraction towards you before tonight.

"Fine, I'll tell her myself," Wanda said, her voice high in amusement. "Romanoff was just thinking about how she feels she could make you cum better than I ever could. She thought about how it would feel to bend you over the bar and take you right in front of me."

You watched Nat's eyes burn as Wanda spoke, blush rising to her cheeks. She tried again to struggle against Wanda's magic, but of course it was to no avail.

"Should we let Romanoff keep her word and try it for herself?" Wanda said in a harder tone.

Immediately, your wide eyes snapped to Wanda. "No," you said firmly, fear growing in your stomach. You were shocked that Wanda would ever suggest such a thing, and you started to rapidly panic.

"Don't worry, detka," Wanda purred, kissing you softly. Her hand cradled your jaw, her thumb brushing over your lips as she pulled away. "You know I would never let anyone else touch you."

Relief washed over you. As crazy as Wanda was seeming right now, you trusted her word and knew she would never do something like that, especially against your will.

Her hand moved to your knee, gripping it firmly and sliding up your bare thigh. "What I really had in mind is that we should show Romanoff just how well I can make you cum, since she doubts me so much." Her strong hand glided to your very inner thigh, squeezing it hard. You squirmed under her touch, cheeks blushing hotly at the thought that made you equally embarrassed and turned on.

"As long as that's alright with you, Romanoff?" Wanda said humorously, looking up to Nat to see her furious stare. "Oh, that's right. I'm forcing you to watch."

Wanda punctuated her sentence by slipping her hand up your dress, taking the hem of your black lace panties and dragging them down. You gasped, looking at Wanda apprehensively as she pulled your panties down to your ankles.

"Relax, milaya," she whispered, kissing your jaw as her hand returned to your thigh. You felt cold air hitting your core, and the sensation made you realize, to your surprise, that you were wet.

"How about we make a deal?" Nat suddenly spoke, causing Wanda's hand to freeze on your thigh. You both looked at the redhead expectantly, seeing the challenging smirk on her lips. "If you can't make her cum, then I will."

You swore you could feel heat radiating off Wanda's body in that moment. You waited for Wanda to say no, to possibly slap Nat for boldly saying such a thing, but what happened next had you gasping in shock.

"Sounds like a fair deal to me."

Your eyes widened. You opened your mouth to oppose, but Wanda's fingers dove under your dress and pressed into your clit. You sucked in a breath as she rubbed you firmly, her lips coming to kiss your neck. "Trust me," she whispered as she slid her fingers through your folds before returning to your clit.

You watched Nat bite her lip, shamelessly watching you grow flustered. You weren't sure how much she could see between your dress, but the thought made your cheeks blush in embarrassment.

Wanda bit into the flesh of your neck, causing you to sigh as she sucked on a tender spot right below your ear. Her free hand tangled in your hair, tilting your head to the side to give her more access. Desire was swirling dizzily in your stomach, your hips bucking up to meet her hand.

"Wanda," you breathed, trying to make sense of the situation. You were trying your hardest to avoid Nat's burning stare, but it was hard with the way Wanda kept your face trained forward.

Her fingers came down to your entrance, pushing in only slightly before coming back out to circle it. You whined, earning an approving growl from your girlfriend who was quickly leaving hickeys down your neck.

"Gonna get to the point anytime soon, Maximoff?" Nat spoke thickly, desire evident in her voice. It was obvious she had her mind hinged on the chance that she would get to fuck you, but you knew that Wanda had only given her false hope to keep her more attentive to the show she was performing on you.

Chuckling against your ear, Wanda responsively sunk two fingers inside you, eliciting a moan from your throat as your hips bucked into her hand. She hummed into your neck, turning her face to look at Nat. "If only you could feel just how wet she is for me."

"Believe me, I can see it from here," Nat grunted, lust clear in her eyes.

The confirmation that Nat could see between your legs made you instinctively close them. Wanda's hand pushed them back open harshly. "Let her see, y/n. I want her to watch your pussy take me in."

You gritted your teeth as Wanda thrust her fingers inside you, curling them at your deepest point. You kept your legs open, too overcome with pleasure to try to do differently than what she commanded.

"That's a good girl," she purred, moving her mouth to your collarbone and biting it. Her hand in your hair kept your neck stiff as she added a third finger, the stretch causing you to whine and spread your legs wider to take her in. "See how well she takes me? She's so good, isn't she?"

The praise made you feel drunk as Wanda hammered her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. Your walls throbbed around her fingers, pressure coiling in your stomach. She was fucking you hard, going in until her knuckles were flush against you every time. You knew she was putting on a show for Nat, and you couldn't complain because it felt so damn good.

"I wouldn't get your hopes up, Romanoff. It's not looking to great for you." Wanda rubbed her thumb against your clit, and your eyes squeezed shut from all the pleasure. She gave you a quick and painful tug at your hair. "Look at her, milaya. I want her to see you cum around my fingers."

Hesitantly, you forced your eyes open and trained them on Nat's dark ones. She was squirming in her chair, turned on by the sight of watching you get fucked and also uncomfortably jealous.

"W-Wanda," you moaned, feeling your climax approaching. You were bucking your hips up to her almost pathetically, your dress having ridden up around your hips and leaving you completely exposed.

"That's it, baby. Cum for me."

Your body instantly obeyed her words, your orgasm washing over you. Your insides clenched around Wanda's fingers, and your eyes bore into Nat's as your mouth fell open. Your hips stuttered as Wanda fucked you through your climax, chuckling victoriously against your neck.

A look of disappointment washed over Nat's face. As turned on as she had been, she was now more frustrated than ever at being proven wrong.

"So good," Wanda praised you as you panted, eyes fluttering closed as your climax faded. She pulled her fingers out of you, holding them up to show how glistening they were. Turning to Nat, she placed her fingers inside her mouth, slowly pulling them back out and humming at your taste. Smirking at Nat's furious stare, she turned back to you and moved her fingers towards your mouth. "Open up." You obeyed, letting her slip her fingers between your lips, pressing them against your tongue. You closed your eyes and sucked on them, tasting yourself and you licked them completely clean.

Humming in approval, Wanda removed her fingers from your mouth before trailing your panties back up your legs and pulling your dress down, reminding herself she would be burning it later. Looking back to Nat, she smirked cockily. "So sorry, Romanoff. Looks like her pussy still belongs to me."

Finally, Wanda released Nat from the magical constraints. The redhead fiercely stood up, balling her fists at her sides. For a moment, it looked like she was going to lunge for Wanda, but instead she only glared at her, eyes flickering to you for a moment before she stormed away, slamming the roof door closed behind her.

Wanda helped you stand from the chair, your legs wobbly. Holding your waist, she looked down at you much softer. "Are you okay?"

You dumbly nodded, holding onto her shoulders as the breeze picked up and caused you to shiver.

Grazing your chin with her hand, she pressed a soft kiss to your lips before pulling away and looking down at you intensely to whisper, "If you ever let her flirt with you again, I am going to fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for a week."

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*·ﾟ𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 | Biker!Ari Levinson x naive!reader (biker x baker au)

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 | fluff, size difference, 6’7” Ari, innocent!reader, soft!Ari, possessive behaviour, SMUT - minors DNI, p*ssyjob, size kink, innocence/ruined kink, daddy kink, panty sniffing, (so much) dirty talk, spitting, fingering (f), praise kink, degradation, dumbification, breeding kink, unprotected sex (p in v), squirting, creampie

𝗦𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 | Months into your relationship with Ari, he finally indulges in his deepest desires—that are also his biggest-little fears. Based on this ask.

𝗪/𝗖 | 6.47K

𝗔/𝗡 | hi anon, thank you for being patient with this request, it's my first time writing for ari ! I scrapped the smut last night and rewrote it—this is so filthy, someone needs to shut biker!ari up. All mistakes are my own. [all asks — all drabbles]

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ ⋰˚ 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

“Bear, be quiet.” You giggle, crumbling beneath his weight as he leans on you, “Ah! Walk, Ari!”

The big, burly man growls, rubbing his nose on your head. “Mhm, you smell like sugar cream…” His hand drags along the wall as you stumble further down the hall, and he’s hanging off you like a limp sack of muscles and hair.

“I—hold on,” you reach into the pocket of his leather jacket, fishing out his keys. Silver shines in the dim lights, the handmade beaded bracelet hanging from the ring, a carefully chosen pattern of blue, pink and lilac—not purple, lilac is prettier, Ari told you. The gift was too small for his wrist, so he added it to his keys instead.

Although, you wish you thought about sizing before making it because seeing the usually stone-cold and silent biker wearing a cute beaded bracelet would be amusing.

Ari was smooth, observant and worldly-wise, clad in leather and denim, with a chain around his neck and rings on his hands if it were a special occasion. That was how everyone knew him. To you, he was the sharp and collected co-owner of the mechanic shop across the street who never seemed to take his lunch break.

You were kind, sensitive and sincere and started to sneak in bundles of neatly packaged freshly baked goods to leave them on the counter whenever he went into his office. Far too shy and nervous to say a single word to the domineering biker.

This went on for weeks, and you started leaving more treats for the rest of the bikers employed at Fast Lane Mechanics. Ari and his friends were getting spoiled by the little angel from the bakery, filling up on the pastries from The Snickerdoodle.

Then one day, Ari caught you. You got startled and accidentally walked right into the wall during your abrupt escape—the biker proceeded to tuck you into his office until you calmed down.

That was months ago, and you’ve been dating ever since. To be fair, you were very hesitant to say yes because of your lack of experience with relationships. But Ari, ever the gentleman, has worshiped the ground you walk on and your existence—even if it goes unnoticed by you, as most things tend to do.

“Are you going to give me your sugar cream?”

You struggle to unlock his apartment door, oblivious to the growing tent in Ari’s jeans. “Uh…the bake sale is tomorrow, but I don’t mind giving my boyfriend a free treat.”

The door swings open, slamming into the wall as you cringe. Stepping into the dark living room and kicking the door shut, you wobble towards the bedroom. Ari’s chin bumps against the top of your head as he showers you in kisses.

“Wasn’t talkin’ about that cream.”

“Hm?” You look up at him, finally making it to his bedroom and attempting to set him on the bed, but he clings to you. You collapse onto his chest with a squeak, straddling his hips.

“I missed you today, angel,” Ari smirks, dark hair fanning across the sheets like a halo. He easily moves you until you’re seated on his bulge.

Your eyes widen and you gulp nervously, intimidated by the size. “I-I missed you too…”

“I like your new skirt, it‘s cute.” He pinches the flimsy fabric before sliding his hands up your thighs. “I wish I stopped by the bakery today, I could’ve seen you in your little apron and that headband with the bow. Always so fuckin’ adorable in your uniform.”

You giggle and try to push him away, “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome, covered in grease and those work jeans—ah!” You’re flipped over, crushed under his weight. A stream of laughter flows from you as his fingers dig into your sides, your legs and arms flailing as he tickles you relentlessly.

Ari’s breath catches in his throat, his hands freeze and his eyes fall between your thighs. Your skirt is flipped up, revealing the cotton panties that cup your mound.

The alcohol in Ari’s system has him thinking with a one-track mind, drunk off the memory of a past date that ended with his cock sliding along your wet cunt. The sweetest moans poured from your lips as he moved you how he wanted with ease. Firmly seating you on his bare length and gripping your thighs, watching your cream coat him.

He remembers smelling you on his beard when he dropped you off at home.

You had requested to take things slow—and it’s been absolutely perfect, Ari didn’t mind that it took over three weeks to kiss, and even longer to do some over-clothes touching.

Although, this was utter torture. Now, Ari must restrain from devouring you like a beast. He’s fingered you and rubbed his dick against your folds, but he’s only ever been inside with the tip and that was after spending a good thirty minutes opening you up.

You’re smaller than him and extremely more delicate than his 6’7” beefy tower of muscle and meat.

Worst of all, you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. Teasing him with your gentle touches and soft-spoken words, your compassion and your body striking him to the core. Nearly begging him to just lift you up and carry you wherever he wants. To hide you away from the rest of the big, wide world.

As Ari’s hand draws closer to your heat, you swiftly escape from under him. With your ass in the air, you crawl off the bed and stand on solid ground again. “You deserve a timeout for that, mister.” You point a finger.

God, he loves you, but he’s not drunk enough to let that slip. You love him too and similarly, you need a drink to get that confidence to say it—you were just too damn shy.

“Hm, how about you just give me a kiss instead?”

Not only are you physically weaker than the biker, but you’re awfully vulnerable to that deep drawl and those light blue eyes, his dominant nature pulls you toward him like a magnet. Ari cups your cheeks, bringing you in an uncoordinated but tender kiss. It goes from gentle pecks to his tongue slipping between your lips. His skilled digits trail up your legs and under your skirt again.

“Bear, you’re so handsy…” You squirm, ignoring the dampness in your panties because there are more pressing matters at hand. As the clock strikes midnight, you know that waking up in the morning will be a pain.

Dropping to your knees, you shiver as his warmth crawls up your arms and he tugs on the collar of your shirt. As you unbuckle his belt and start dragging his pants down, Ari closes his eyes in anticipation, awaiting the bliss that comes with your lips around his cock. Blood rushes through his veins as he remembers the first time you sucked him off, all innocent and nervous—is this okay? You’re so big… I don’t know how I’ll fit you in my mouth.

That ecstasy turns into confusion when he doesn’t feel you rub over his length because that was the first rule he gave you about blowing him. He loved feeling your hand over his clothed cock, almost as much as he loved watching you choke on his fat girth.

And you were always a good girl and a good listener.

Ari sits up, suddenly very sober and aware.

“There,” you lean back on your feet, beaming up at him. So small, delicate between his thick, toned thighs, “now you can sleep all nice and comfy. Jeans aren’t good pyjamas.”

If possible, his heart grows bigger to offer even more affection for you. “I’m going to marry you one day.” Ari flops on his back, his dick shamelessly straining his boxers. “I already told the guys, Curtis and Bucky were arguing about who should be my best man.”

Your eyes fall to the bulge. And unfortunately, you can’t hide from your brain that replays those sinful events like a movie, Ari’s filthy words playing in your ears, his rough hands holding you so tightly. You whimper, subconsciously clenching your thighs before your head snaps up, “You’re drunk, Ari. You don’t mean that.” You’ve only been dating for a few months, too early to meet extended family, let alone, get married.

“Really? Go check my nightstand.”

You shoot up and process his words, then you eagerly start crossing the room but Ari grabs your wrist. He pulls you to stand between his legs, flashing you a knowing smile, “Aw baby, you want to be my wife already?” He chuckles, soft blue eyes gleaming, “There’s no ring—yet. I still haven’t measured your finger.”

Your heart settles as yet echoes in your head, you want to hide away, “Y-You’re so drunk…”

His fellow biker friends had called you when Ari was too intoxicated to get home by himself, they offered to call him a cab, but you were still at the bakery preparing for tomorrow’s bake sale. So, you swung by the bar, pulling up along the row of big shiny bikes as the handsome men hauled your boyfriend into the passenger seat.

To others, Ari was fairly quiet, only speaking when his voice was needed yet he wasn’t shy by any means. More of a silent observer with a searing gaze that could be felt through the skeleton to the soul. Your bones were familiar with that burn, while your inner thighs were still healing from his beard after he ate you out yesterday.

“God, I hate that…”

“Hate what, bear?”

“Your fuckin’ seat—always gotta put it back when I’m drivin’ this tiny bug.”

You giggle, reaching over to unbuckle his seatbelt. “It’s because you’re a giant.”

Ari sighs to himself, tapping his pen on the desk as last night’s events repeat in his mind. He doesn’t know if he should feel humiliated over his behaviour or frustrated—both sexually and generally—over you.

It wasn’t a ring in his nightstand, it was a key to his apartment, personalized with your favourite colours. He’s relieved you didn’t open the drawer, perhaps it was too early to give you a key to his place, but he adored you so deeply.

He’s dreamt of the things you could potentially do together if you had a key—or, better yet, lived with him—surprising you with breakfast in bed, spending the weekends lounging on the couch or in the kitchen where you’d attempt to teach him recipes. He can imagine ordering-in dinner together only to fill up on flawless baked goods that you’d make, dressed in his clothes with your apron, just like the little angel you are.

Domestic, soft things that he’s never fantasized about in his life.

As always, on the tail of those wishes are his fears. In the grand scheme of things, they’re insignificant and shouldn’t matter, especially since you’ve displayed a fondness for it. Those small concerns wrap around Ari’s mouth and keep him from ravaging you like a wild animal, keeping him from diving headfirst into his deepest desires.

His little fears aren’t things like missing payments, losing the shop or his friends, not even wrecking his prized bike. Those are reasonable worries that could greatly impact his life, but they’re different from his tiny, truly comical concerns. Ari’s ridiculous little fears revolve around you. With you being so much smaller than him, graceful and pure in every sense, his biggest-little fear was hurting delicate you.

Of course, he’d never intentionally harm you—you’re the most gentle bear, Ari—but your size difference was a touchy subject for him. He doesn’t know how much longer he can control himself, one wrong move and he’ll wreak you wherever you stand. And this time, it will go the way in.

Why did you have to be so irresistible?

It’s concerning how hard and fast Ari has fallen for your clumsy and sugary charm. He loves you yet, he feels guilty about tainting you. Colouring your blank pages with his shades of sin in bruises and bite marks, but his sick hunger to ruin you were stronger than that remorse.

He inhales sharply, your voice echoing in his head—that first night, you called him daddy, only to never repeat it, even when you did things. He doesn’t think you noticed either. Daddy, it was a breathy gasp as your juices poured out, covering his thick, heavy cock.

Ari is tempted to leave the shop early just to get off with the thought of you.

You aren’t safe from him. Your innocence, your body and your mind aren’t sheltered from him, and he’s already tarnished the thought of you. In his head, you’re withering on a bed, covered in his saliva and seed, with marks sitting pretty on your softest parts.

It’d be incredibly easy to pick you up and fuck you anywhere, on the desk, against the wall, on his bike. He foggily recalls having you to ride his face after one date—oh no, he talked about your sex life with his friends too, that included voicing all of his pent-up frustration too.

“—No, she definitely wants that.” Bucky sips his beer.

“How do you know that?” Ari huffs, tipsy enough to spill his concerns to his best friends. He doesn’t remember much of what he said, but it was about your size difference and his influence on your purity.

Across the table, Steve agrees. “You can just tell.”

Curtis nods. “It’s when she looks up at you like she’s got other things in mind, and she bites her lip. I’ve seen her stare at your arms, she clenches her thighs and squirms, just waiting for you to pick her up—”

Ari frowns, “—All right, that’s enough.”

Curtis raises his arms, his beanie is drawn low. “I’m just saying… you’re scared of nothing, you should be thankful that she gets off on your size difference too.”

“I know.” Ari elbows him, “stay the hell away, jerk.”

The man scoffs, “I’ve got my eyes set on that one.” He smirks as the beautiful waitress swings by and picks up their glasses for another refill. “Hey baby, you come here often?”

The rest of the bikers groan as the woman chortles, shoving his shoulder. “I work here, you dummy.”

Curtis smirks, bringing his girl in for a quick kiss. “Mhm, and your shift is almost done. I’m staying here for a little longer, but I’ll bring home your favourite take-out.”

“Are you trying to get out of changing the cat litter?”

“I’m trying to love up on my lady, is that a crime?”

The young woman prys his fingers from her hip, “This is still my workplace so keep those hands to yourself.” She turns to Ari, “How’s your girl? I’ve heard folks talking about the bake sale all day.”

He’s about to answer, but Bucky interrupts. “Ari wants to devour her but he’s scared because she’s so small compared to him—”

“—everyone is.”

“—but it’s obvious she wants him to, she just doesn’t know it.”

A grin plays on the waitress’s lips. “Well, this is juicy.”

“We’re trying to make him go for it. You know they’ve only done pussyjobs?”

Ari’s jaw drops as he smacks the back of Curtis’ head, “fuckin’ loudmouth, and that’s not true.”

“Oh, right, sorry—Ari’s only ever fit the tip in.” The other men burst into giggles while Ari whacks Curtis again.

The woman stifles her laughter, ignoring her boyfriend’s curses. “She’s as innocent as they get and trust me, a girl like her doesn’t know unless you spell it out for her. And I’ve seen her with you, Ari, she certainly has the same interests as you.”

Most people look up to the biker because he stands at 6’7”. Although, your size difference runs much deeper than that.

He’s impartial and stern, his voice is loud, clear and commanding, his choice of words is well-thought-out and highly valued. A tall and sturdy stature like a skyscraper, his thick and powerful muscles are well-earned with his consistent gym sessions.

On the other hand, you’re soft-spoken, pristine and shy. Terribly naive with meeting new people and seemingly normal social interactions, including sexual innuendos. Clad in skirts and dresses of pastel shades with knee highs, always smelling sweet with the most adorable smile.

Ari is wide and confident, as deep and intriguing as the sea. He can be as cold as the deepest trenches, harbouring secrets that will never see the light of day. And, you're nothing like that. You don’t have the ability to be cold or bitter, you were made as soft and sweet as the baked goods at The Snickerdoodle. Most importantly, you had the power to turn the strict biker into a pile of flirtatious, sincere adoration and gentle caresses with a single glance.

Ari can’t remember the last time he was this invested in a relationship—or a person.

In the dictionary, there would be a picture of you under the words soft and sinless. And, under smitten, would be a photograph of a lovesick Ari with a bright blush erupting under his beard.

Soon enough, Ari starts working again. Going over the documents on his desk, marking things to bring up with the rest of the guys as the hours fly by. Then, Curtis bursts through the office door with grease on his hands and arms, “Hey, that guy is back.”

Ari’s face twists in confusion, “What?”

“That guy who flirts with your girl.”

The biker stiffens, narrowed gaze set on his friend. If this wasn’t a sign, he didn’t know what was.

Curtis scratches his beard as a suspicion arises about what’s going through Ari’s mind. He decides to add a little more fuel to the fire. “Yeah, he’s been across the street for a while and has snatched up each sample from the bake sale at least twice.”

It happened all too fast for you to process.

First, you’re chatting happily with a regular customer, answering his strangely daft questions between packaging orders for the bake sale. Then, the little bell rings from above the door and heavy footsteps walk up to the counter before a wall of shadows appears.

If you were paying attention, you would’ve seen Ari and the guys push the man out of the way. As they line up along the counter by the display, shoulder to shoulder with threatening glares that send the man rushing out.

“All of it? Are you sure?”

Ari nods, “Steve doesn’t have anything for the party at the community centre—even though he said he would. Plus, the guys and I haven’t had lunch yet.” He plucks a cupcake from a platter, taking a large bite and getting icing in his beard. “Tastes delicious, angel, you bake any maple pecan danishes?”

Still overwhelmed by him buying the entire bakesale stock, you fumble over your words. “Uh-huh… back—they’re in the back.” You answer breathlessly. “Mrs. Martha is going to have a heart attack.”

That wasn’t completely wrong—although it would have been more accurate if you added: “and I.”

Once Ari’s massive order was packaged and divided among the bikers, Mrs. Martha, the owner of the bakery, gave you the rest of the day off. You accepted Ari’s offer of a ride home on his motorcycle and clung to him like a koala until he pulled up to his apartment.

Those events have led to you splayed out on his bed. Clothes in a haphazard trail from the front door to his bedroom, your panties clenched in his fist as he brings them to his nose.

“Bear, I—” you shuffle backwards as he kneels on the mattress, yanking your ankles until you’re flat on your back. Then, he’s on top of you, his heated gaze set on you as your cotton panties hang from between his teeth.

“Hm?” He suckles the gusset, groaning lowly at your taste.

You whimper as his clothed length presses against your heat, snug between your folds as he pulls you closer. “Uh, what’s going on—” You’re cut off by a cry as Ari starts moving, slowly grinding against your cunt.

Instantly, his boxers are soaked with you, it seeps through the fabric to his cock, and releases the desire he’s kept locked behind iron bars. It’s free and starving and making him shameless.

“You’re so good, angel, you know that?” Your panties land on the bed and Ari sinks lower until his lips meet your neck. His beard tickles you between his kisses, “Always so polite—too polite, and so innocent.”

You melt into the sheets, and your legs wrap around his hips as he thrusts against your cunt. He murmurs against your skin in a gravelly tone, “You don’t even notice when a man is flirting with you.”

“Huh?” You gasp.

“It’s okay, I’m not upset with you. I know you can’t think for yourself. Such a sweet, beautiful girl, so neglectful and oblivious—that’s why you need me.” He reaches down, pulling out his throbbing dick and sliding between your creamy petals, he growls at the feeling of your warmth, “Just a dumb baby brain. You need daddy to think for you, huh?”

You don’t have a chance to feel mortified because Ari leans back, slapping the fat tip on your button, sloppily tracing around your hole.

“C’mon, angel, say it. You said it that first night, but you were too cockdrunk to notice. Can’t think when my dick is on your pussy, yeah? Look at us.” He demands, leaning forward so his shaft is on your tummy.

He’s huge and heavy, his balls against your centre as he trails the wet head along your skin, marking you. He’s so big that you’re a little uneasy about the size difference, the head of his length lying on your belly, showing you exactly how deep he can reach inside you. His thumb dips into your mouth, “my stupid baby can’t speak either?”

You nod dumbly and suck on his finger, your mind drifts away as the second's tick by. Ari coos, grabbing your chin and bringing you up, he kisses you messily. Giving in to his darkness, and becoming the beast he was once terrified to be.

As you fall back onto the mattress, your head sinks into the pillows and he spits down where you meet. Watching you carefully, “You’re so pretty, angel.” He groans, swinging your legs over his shoulders, further spreading you open. Grasping his thick base, he rubs the bulbous tip on your folds, coating himself in your slick as lewd noises fill the room.

“You hear that? You’re so wet, just a little mess for daddy. Need me inside your tight pussy, huh? Stretch this little fuckhole, make you mine.”

You clench, you’re at his mercy, cradled in the palm of his rough hands, vulnerable and taken with every word that pours from his lips.

“Want my cock baby? You’ve never let me inside and that’s not very nice, is it?” He’s been starved for far too long and looking down at you whining as his shaft slides through your folds, drenched in your sweetness.

This doesn’t feed Ari’s desire, he needs to be inside you, splitting you open. He has an appetite that will only be suffixed by ruining you.

“Daddy, ah, p-please,” you whine, weakly gripping his built arms. “Want it, please, please.”

“That’s a good girl, using those manners. Now, watch me, baby.” He commands softly, angling your face until your eyes fall to your connected centres. He’s shiny with your juices, his fat tip sitting heavily at your entrance, he inches in and groans appreciatively, “that’s it, fuck, open up for me.” His thumb lands on your clit, applying delicate pressure.

“I-I’m trying, daddy.” You gasp, thighs threatening to close. Falling into a deep abyss of trust and pleasure, “you’re t-too big…can’t—” Your poor cunt couldn’t take the head, you can’t imagine how the rest will fit.

Ari grinds his teeth, he knows he should probably grab some lube to be safe, even though he can’t wait anymore. You were tighter than he imagined. He wants to be careful and not accidentally hurt you, but he does want to see you destroyed, so he tries once more.

Your hole refuses to take him again, and he pulls away—but you latch onto him. “N-No, don’t go, daddy.”

“I need to get lube—”

“Don’t, please… can’t wait anymore.” You beg, lips swollen from his kisses. “Want you so bad, please—”

“Okay, okay,” he shuffles back between your legs, growling at your weepy hole, begging for him. “I’ll stay, but you’ll need to help daddy, okay?”

Your brows furrow, “How?”

Then, he does something that catches you off guard. Slipping fingers into your mouth, forcing you to slobber and gag on the digits like it’s his shaft. If it were possible, Ari gets harder at the sight, his cock throbbing between his thighs as he pulls away, a string of spit connecting your lips to his fingers.

“Touch yourself with my fingers, baby. Open that tight cunt for me.”

Hesitantly, you bring his hand to your heat. Softly moaning as you move his hand along your pussy, covering yourself in your saliva and using him. You cry out, slipping one of his thick, long fingers into you, and Ari takes charge once more.

He spits down on your core, scissoring two fingers into you. Taking you apart in a matter of moments, speaking the most filthy words to bring you over the edge. Your lack of experience is evident through your quick release and loud squeals.

Ari manhandles you again, sliding a pillow under your back to prop up your lower half. His shaft returns to your creamy hole, slipping in with ease. “That’s it, take my cock. You’re so little compared to me, sweetheart. I was scared of hurting you.”

You clench as he draws back, then forward again. His thick girth stretches you wide, barely halfway before you cry out. “Daddy! Too big, I can’t—”

“You can, angel.” Ari gently drops your legs, capturing your lips in his. He kisses away that wrinkle in your forehead, distracting you with his tongue until he’s all the way in. He’s balls deep, his pubic hair brushing your nub. “See? My little dumb baby, worried for nothing.”

You never thought you’d be into this, but it’s strumming you just right. Your vision goes blurry as he hits so deep. Ari hooks one of your knees over his shoulder, keeping you trapped under his beefy frame and locked on his girth.

“I’m going to fill you up. Cum in this little cunt, watch it pour out and fuck you again until you can’t take anymore.” He chuckles darkly as you gasp for air, “Even though it seems like you can’t take anymore right now—you're milking my dick already, baby?” He takes one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging the nub with his teeth, groping your other breast.

You’re already so damn sensitive and arch into his touch. “Ah, Ari!”

“Shh,” he releases your tit with a lewd pop, his eyebrows knitted tightly as you clench around him, “don’t open that mouth unless you’re going to call me daddy.”

“Daddy, daddy, daddy.” You weep.

“That’s my girl.” He starts pumping slowly, letting you feel every vein along your pulsating walls. From tip to base, he feeds your tight hole. “Taking my dick so good—even fucking yourself with my fingers? So good at doing what you're told.”

You whimper, gnawing on your bottom lip as he speeds up. High-pitched uh’s are pushed from your body with every thrust, the tip of his dick ramming into your cervix. You’re so hot and messy already, a mixture of yours and his saliva, and your slick creating a ring around his fat base.

Ari grunts, eyes flickering between your weepy hole and your blissed-out face, with your eyes rolled back and jaw slack. He can’t decide which is more obscene, especially with the drool hanging out the corner of your mouth, dripping onto the pillow.

He’s just started and he can see every thought flying out of your head, your entire body is too full for anything but him. His guttural groans and wandering hands grip your body, leaving finger-shaped indents in their wake. His big cock spreads you wide, a euphoric burn blooming in your little pussy as your juices spill out. You can barely remember your own name.

He kisses you, it’s soft in contrast to his length spearing you open. His tongue slips into your mouth, massaging yours as he swallows your moans. When he touches your hole, you accidentally bite his lip. Ari hisses, “Ow.”

“...You just t-touched me down there.”

Down there—he almost laughs at your choice of words. So pure, even when he’s fucking you one inch from your life.

“I touched your pussy. My dick has been in your mouth before, I know you can say pussy.” He smirks, tracing over your stretched hole to your clit, rubbing in hard circles as you cry out, trying to push him away. You’re too weak and eventually give up, letting him abuse your tingling button.

“Can’t believe you haven’t let me fuck you yet. You knew I’d ruin you, but that’s what you want, huh?” He pounds into you, your body moving up the bed with the sheer force, “Don’t you feel fucking stupid, baby? Oh, sorry—you’re already stupid, yeah? Say it.”

You gulp and nod, pathetically whimpering. “‘m d-dumb, daddy…”

“Yeah, you are, and so fucking creamy,” Ari growls, sweeping his fingers through your folds, gathering your arousal before slipping it to his mouth. His hips unrelenting, dirty sounds filling the room. The headboard even bangs on the wall. “You want a taste, angel?”

“Ah, I-I don’t know…” Your toes curl as he touches your sensitive cunt, then brings his digits to your face. Your mouth falls open in a moan as he rams into your sweet spot, that familiar electricity streaming through your body.

Ari is tempted to shove your taste down your throat, but he’ll play nice, for now anyway. “You’re close again, huh? Then c’mon, just a little bit of a taste. Don’t you want to be my good girl and cum?” He traces your lips.

You do. You want to be his best girl, his angel.

When you nod, Ari doesn’t waste any time. He leans over you, pelvic bone pressing against your clit as his dick spears deeper. You squirm, full and cockdrunk as he rubs his fingers on your tongue, slapping your thigh when you close your lips.

“Keep your mouth open.” His spit lands on your tongue and he sickly smears your tastebuds with your cream and his saliva. “Now, close it and swallow. That’s a good little girl, so good for daddy.”

Your high strikes so abruptly, you don’t expect it. Your juices squirt out all over Ari’s length and his pelvis. His thickness continues to invade your convulsing walls, almost brutally but you take it, gasping around his fingers as your mind goes foggy.

After one particularly hard thrust into your sore cunt, you gag on his fingers, eyes watering as he touches the back of your throat. “Oh, why the tears, baby? You got to cum and made a stupid mess, what’s wrong?” He taunts.

Still floaty from your orgasm, you attempt to answer, but all you can manage are wet choking noises.

“It’s okay, daddy knows what you need.” He grits his teeth and slaps his dick on your nub, the noises making your face heat before he sinks back in. Swinging your other leg over his shoulder, “Look—that’s because you’re so small for my cock, feel me all in your guts, baby?”

There's a faint bulge appearing in your lower belly every time he drives forward. You can’t help but hide your face, you don’t know why.

It’s probably because his filthiness is destroying you.

“Let me see you,” Ari pulls your hands from your face, interlocking your fingers on either side of your head. The pillow sinks, your quiet gasps flowing into the air, “Don’t you ever hide from me, angel. Ever.”

You obey but avert your eyes to his tensing muscles under his flushed skin. He’s ragged and husky, dark hair dusts over his chest and prominent pecs, trailing down his abs to the neatly trimmed pubic hair. You feel so little as he looms over you, swatting your ass before grabbing your breasts, loud grunts flowing over your mewls.

He could crush you—and why did that turn the both of you on?

He grabs your hips, moving you on his cock like a doll. “Look at that tight pussy taking me, such a good girl. Letting daddy fuck your brains out, ruin this little cunt, you’re a dream, sugar.”

You fist the bedsheets, your mouth falling open as he grinds deeply, a hot feeling building in your stomach.

“You want me to put a baby in you? Get you filled up until you’re leaking and crying like a dumb baby.” Ari grunts, fingers bruising your skin, “Stupid, stupid girl—I don’t even have a condom on, you know that? Yeah, and I bet you love it.”

You do—and you love him, you try to say it but all oxygen is yanked from your chest as realization dawns, you aren’t on contraceptives and he knows that too, because you told him.

Ari works your body, unable to stop thinking of you plump and pregnant with his baby. He wants that, he wants you as long as you’ll have him, and hopefully, it’s forever.

His girth splits you open, reducing you to a submissive mess. “For someone so innocent, you sure want to be knocked up, huh? That’s why you’re dripping down my cock. Want me to put a baby in you—fuck, let everyone see you full of me and my baby. They’ll know you’re mine.”

You’re scared, but not because of the possibility of getting pregnant, but because Ari seems to know all your kinks before you do. As your head bobs roughly, your hands have a mind of their own and land on his abs, pushing him away.

Ari tsks, swatting you away, his stomach tightens, “Don’t do that.” Imagining you carrying his big baby was feeding a different desire, the thought of how full you’d be—he can’t contain himself. “You want this—want my cum in you sweet pussy, want daddy to fill you up, yeah?”

“I-I do. Want your, ah, baby!”

“Then, take my dick, sweetheart and let daddy breed your tiny fuckhole.” His dirty words are draped in a gentle tone. He spits but misses your mouth, it lands on your hot cheek. “What a dumb messy girl.”

You're ruined under him, sweaty and hiccuping moans. Your breasts bounce as he fucks you harder, ramming into your sweet spot. You can't process anything over the squelching noises or the headboard slamming into the wall. He’s so big inside you, but it hurts so good that you never want him to stop.

Your walls are heaven around him, sucking him so tightly he doesn’t know how much longer he’ll last. He follows your gaze to your belly, and you squeak when he grabs your hand, pressing your palm to the bulge.

“Feel me right here, baby? You feel daddy’s dick. This little fuckhole could barely take my fingers before, now look at you—taking my cock so good, and begging for my cum.”

You helplessly blubber, struggling to take his thrusts as they get harder, faster.

“You were made for me, huh? And you’re close already?” Ari coos, “mhm, reminds me of our first time, remember that?”

Of course, you do. You’d never forget it. He was passionate and gentle, still dominant yet sweet. Taking you apart with his fingers until you soaked your panties, then he flattened you on the couch, mouthing against your underwear until you nearly cried. Then, he tore the cotton off and pushed his shaft between your folds until he covered your tummy in his seed. Now, he’s finally fucking your tight hole, ruining you for any other man—and your high hits like a wave.

Ari groans, cursing lowly as you squeeze around him, begging for his cum. Without stopping, he lifts your bottom half completely and you squirt all over him, even reaching his heaving chest. Your core suffocates him as he rubs your nub, prolonging your high. “That’s it, fuck, soak me, sweetheart.”

You’re so overwhelmed that you don’t register Ari falling over you. Covering you in his mass, grinding sinfully into your spasming cunt and filling you to the brim. His cum paints your walls white, pumping you full. He claims you, pressing you into the mattress as the air is yanked from your chest.

In utter pleasure, Ari rocks into you with abandon, spurred on by your cries and your nails digging into his shoulders as his pelvis rubs your humming clit. “Give me a baby, angel. That’s it, take daddy’s cum in your little pussy—fucking take it.”

A baby—this man was going to be the death of you in the best way.

His warmth spreads within you, leaking out from around his throbbing girth as his hips slow to a stop. You soften to quiet whimpers, nuzzling into his neck in a daze.

The next time you open your eyes, you’re in his bathtub and curled in his lap. The water is soothing, so is the gentle cloth running over your back and shoulders. Only then do you notice Ari is humming, filling the quiet.

“Bear?”

He chuckles deeply, his wet hand cups your head, “Awake now, angel? Are you okay?” His chest vibrates against your face.

“Mhm, tired.” You sink into the comfort, somehow drifting away again. “Never done anything like that…”

“Me too,” He pecks the side of your head, easily turning you around to wash your other side. A silence takes over again, your head lolling to the side as your eyes flutter shut. Ari’s heart swells, those three words on the tip of his tongue. Say it—he tells himself, “You can sleep again, I’ll bring you to bed.”

“Okay, daddy.” You yawn, the water and his presence envelope you. “Good night…”

It’s now or never—well, not never, more like just until you wake up again, but Ari can’t wait another moment. The words spew out of his mouth in one breath. “I love you, angel.”

Your only reply is a quiet, “luh you.”

Ari knows you’re probably delirious. When you gain consciousness in a few hours, you’ll be mortified over your response to his declaration. At least he’ll be there to comfort you and soothe any other worries you have, just like you have for him.

All fears, little and big.

𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: I've always wanted to write a biker au and just had to add some other special characters hehe, also I'm really happy to fill this request for ari.

Thank you for reading ! I'd love to hear your thoughts/feedback !!

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Sweet Child of Mine

Summary: As Loki tries to take over Earth, Thor is forced to come back and stop his brother. But there’s someone that wants to help too. What will happen when Natasha meets the beautiful heiress of the Asgardian throne?

Natasha Romanoff x Asgardian!Reader 

A/N: Canon divergence from the first Avengers film. Fluff, action, gay panic.

This was a request made by the amazing @jujuu23, and I really hope it is something you enjoy! I hope you have a wonderful day!!! 

“Barton’s been compromised” 

Coulson’s words echoed in Natasha’s head. It was hard for her to believe it still. Clint would never put himself in a position of danger, not when he had so much to lose.

And yet, she was seeing it with her own eyes. Fury had called everyone he could find; Tony, Steve and Thor were ready to attack. 

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Double Trouble

Paring: Wolfstar x fem!reader

Warnings: Explicit themes, dom/sub themes, smut, dom!reader, sub!brat!Remus, sub!Sirius, subspace, mummy kink, overstim, uni!wolfstar

Word Count: 993

Description: Remus tries to punish Sirius while you are away. You catch them by surprise and decide to give Sirius a reward while Remus watches

A/N: Thank you for requesting nonnie! And, Thank you for being considerate!

Warning; NSFW !!

Whines and desperate gasps fill the walls of your small shared home. The smell of lust flies through the air. You put your bag down by the door and walk down to your bedroom but before you get there, you call out.

"Remmy, Siri! I'm home." It suddenly goes dead silent and there is a soft thud. You were already wise to their little ruse, but you wanted to see how they would try to hide it anyway. You make it to the bedroom door and push it open to see Remus on top of a naked Sirius with his hand over his mouth. A small pink bullet vibe sits next to them, still humming. "What do we have here?" you smirked. Sirius tried to speak but Remus' hand was still over his mouth.

"Siri was getting needy! He started touching himself so I-" you swiftly interrupted him.

"And who gave you that authority?" Remus gulped and put his head down. You got down to his eye level and grabbed his chin roughly.

"Answer me, slut." You said darkly. Remus went weak and out his hand lost grip on Sirius' mouth. Sirius quickly refuted what Remus had told you.

"Not true, mummy! Remus-" You hushed him.

"I know Siri, I know." You stroked his hair to soothe him. He whimpered at your touch. You turned back to Remus. "Get up." You ordered. Remus quickly followed your order. Sirius got back up on his knees with the weight of Remus no longer on him. He watched carefully as you ran your hands down Remus' flushed body. Remus tried to appease you pathetically.

"I'm really sorry, miss." He pouted.

"Oh, I know." You gave faux sympathy. "But, sorry isn't good enough." You pulled down his boxers and he whimpered as his cock slapped his stomach. "Were you expecting to be mean to poor Sirius and then just hide it when I got home? Huh?" He mumbled something shamefully and you slapped his thigh. He jumped. "Speak up."

"No, miss," he tried to conceal his face as it grew hot with embarrassment.

"No? Then, what?"

"I- I don't know."

"Y'know what I think?" His eyes timidly meet yours. "I think you wanted to get caught. You were gonna wear Siri out until I came home weren't you? Just so I can find you here and punish you," he fell silent. "Back on your knees." He followed that order just as quickly as the last. You walked to Sirius who adoringly fixed his eyes on you. "Siri?" you asked softly.

"Yes, mummy?" he answered smally.

"Why don't you be a darling and get mummy's strap out?" His eyes lit up and he scurried to fetch the dark blue dildo out of its place in your drawer and brought it to you carefully. Sirius loved your attention, but above all else, he loved your cock's attention. His eyes were fixed on you, but he was lost in a sappy sweet headspace. The straps of the dildo fit snugly on your hips, once you fastened the last belt. Sirius took this as a queue bow down in front of you with his ass high in the air. His weeping cock laid pathetically stiff between his legs. Remus looked on in agony as you pushed your large phallus inside of Sirius.

"Miss, please," Remus tried. You quickly hushed him.

"Hush, since you were so worried about Sirius being needy, I'm taking care of him for you." You started with a tender pace, slowly bucking your hips into Sirius. His was still sensitive from Remus' teasing but he was in heaven with you fucking him. You quickly turned to a brutal pace that left Sirius babbling 'please's and 'thank you's. You giggled at Siris' fucked out stated.

"Tell Remmy how good I fuck you Siri." You held his weak head up and had him make eye contact with Sirius. He looked up at the brunette with droopy eyes.

"Oh Rem," he gasped "S-so good," Remus' hot face looked like it was on the brink of tears.

"Aww, is something wrong Remmy?" He held his head down in shame and shook a 'no'. "This wasn't the punishment you were looking for huh?" Remus gave another 'no' "Maybe, this will teach you a lesson about messing with Sirius?"

"Yes, miss," he whimpered.

"Good."

"Mummy- so close," Sirius chimed in.

"Go ahead, cum for me Sirius." And, cum he did. The raven haired boy shook under you as he released all over the carpet. That was gonna a bitch to clean later, but you weren't worried about that. You were worried about Sirius coming down from his high.

You stroked Sirius' back as he tried to catch his breath. "That's a good boy Siri, so good for me." That's when you heard the sniffles. As you gently pulled out of Sirius, you looked up to see Remus looking down shamefully at his red-hot erection.

"Now, now," You soothed. You scooted over to the bed and stroked Remus' thigh. "There's no need for that." You took his touch-starved cock in your hand. He threw his head back and moaned pathetically.

"I'm sorry, miss." He sobbed out. You kissed up his neck and softly nibbled his ear.

"Isn't there someone else you should be apologizing to?"

"Yes! Yes, I'm sorry Sirius! So sorry," Sirius was back on his knees and nodded

"I forgive you." Sirius bit his lip and scooted closer to the two of you. He is doing a terrible job at hiding the fact that he is eyeing Remus cock.

"Don't be shy Siri." You chuckled and Sirius slowly took Remus' in his mouth. You could already tell he was tipping over the edge. You had to pull poor Sirius off of him even though he was just getting started. You gave Remus a smirk when he looked at you baffled.

"You didn't think I was gonna let you off that easily did you?"

TOGHETHER: FUCK DRACO

𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡 ༄ 𝐃.𝐦

Summary : Draco had been ashamed to be seen with you in public, only a matter of time you breakup with him.

Warning : toxic relationship, manipulation, draco being a—hole.

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“Go away y/n, can't you see I'm busy? ”

Your stubborn boyfriend didn't want to see you, because he was hanging out with his “friends” by that Astoria, and pansy. Sluts who just want get fucking railed by him. You don't know why you were still with him, every fight would always go to sex. Fight, and makeup sex the pattern repeats itself.

He'd always come up with some dumb excuse to not go on a date with you, he says he's too tired. Too tired fucking girls. At the start of your relationship it was fine, 5th year was probably the best year for you. But as 6th year went downhill fast, he started seeing other girls and purposesly let them leave their panties, bras, and shirts all over his dorm. It disgusted you.

“y/n/n, you seriously need to leave him! He's no good.” cho your best friend started, “i can't I love him too much cho.” you responded with a frown plastered onto your face. “uh oh.. Look” hanah pointed at the two couple eating eachothers faces. You turned to look, your heart clenched. “it's fine.. He dosent mean it.”

And thats your own excuse, "he dosent mean it." but when reality he does. He already fell out of love with you, fucking girls was probably now his only thing on his mind. Not his girlfriend.

“you have to break up with him now, any time he could even get a girl pregnant!” cho demanded. “look y/n your like a sister to me, I don't want you to suffer!”

“soon.”

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Flashback:

“hey love!” you greeted ruffling his blonde hair, “uck.. Y/n?! What do you want! And why did you ruined my hair?!” he Screamed, his best mates looked at you, you felt so embarrassed. “uhm, I was just gonna tell you that are we still going on the date?”

Draco looked at you as if you were telling a joke. “Hah! You wish, I'm busy right now. Go bug someone else.” did he seriously forgot the date he planned, all those weeks? His friends looked sorry for you, your mood quickly changed after he Screamed and laughed. “oh okay.” and you left sobbing.

Later in the evening, he knocked onto your dorm. “babe let me in.” you stood up just wanted to sleep and get out of your misery, “what.”

“I'm sorry, here your favorite.” he handed a piece of bitten chocolate, he seemed rushed. “oh uhm..” you were cut off with his lips slamming onto yours, “let me make it up to you yeah?” by that he just wanted to fuck you. He didn't even let you finish.

“making it up to you” is just “i want to use your body.” it's disgusting.

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You planned breaking up with him today, not tommorow or any day. You had enough with his bullshit, your heart, your body can't even take it anymore. It felt like you were so fragile just to see what next he would do. Once you arrived to his dorm banging, skin slapping, moans.

“oh— draco I'm so close!”

“cum fʼme pans!”

Oh so he let's her finish but his own girlfriend can't?! Enough is enough. You opened the door with the huge vicious scowl onto your face, you saw pansy on top of draco sweating like some dog. Tears welled up your eyes.

“Draco what the fuck!”

“Y/n— it isn't what it looked like!” he pushed pansy and signalled her to leave, which she obeyed. Once pansy left you started “oh yeah? I've known for months that you've been fucking girls draco, you think I'm that dumb?!” you barked loudly. “W-what you knew?..” he acted as if you were kidding.

“Yes, and I think we should..”

“y/n please..” draco pleaded, holding your hands, tears welled up his grey orbs. “we should break up, it hurts seeing you with other girls, and you lying.” you pushed his arm away. “darling, I'm sorry please let me make it up to you.”

“No! You won't.” “you always make it up to me, when really you use my body for your own fucking pleasure!” you raise your hands in the air dramatically, as if your acting. “all I ever wanted this year was for you to atleast spend time with me! Stop fucking girls, stop drinking.”

“it really hurts yknow.. I miss my old draco, the draco who asked me to the ball. The one who helped me during my hardest time. The one who gave me this.” you showed him the promise ring he gave you years back. Dracos eyes widened, his lover breaking up with him.

“i can't believe I thought I was the next Mrs. Malfoy” you let out a hoarse humourless laughter, your voice sounded so broken, Probably from the screaming too. “but this is reality.” you placed the ring harshly onto his palm. “B-but y/n! Please I need you! I can't live with out you” he begged with tears onto his eyes.

“Tch, goodbye draco thanks for wasting all of my time.”

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A/n: Hope this isn't shitty 🤞😕

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𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚝𝚎 | 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

a/n: hey guys! wrote this in a study period because i was not about to do work. tbh i feel it’s a little boring, but i hope you enjoy, still! <3 HUGE thank you to marcela for proof-reading and giving me tips on how i can improve. i love you so much.

summary: y/n substitutes for professor!draco's class of second years. when the students find out that y/n and draco are married, they ask her a series of questions about their relationship.

warnings/content: just insinuations of sex, kissing, and a cute relationship <3 professor!draco x substitute!reader

word count: 1.5k words

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Her shoulders squared as she mustered the most self-assuring smile she could. To anyone walking down the halls of Hogwarts, she must have looked like an idiot.

It was her first day as a substitute teacher. The job didn't seem so hard - take roll, give out busywork, the normal shebang she'd gotten when she was a student.

She pushed back the tall doors to see several smaller heads turn back, expecting the enthusiastic Slytherin that usually taught them. A few faces fell when they saw he wasn't there, but a woman different by comparison was heading to sit at his desk.

"Good morning, kids! As you can see, Professor Malfoy is not here today.” A chorus of groans passed through the room as Y/N continued her announcement, her legs shaking from the nerves. He's going to be gone for the majority of your period because he's got to go to the healer." She said, reminding herself to smile. "So, he's asked me to substitute for your class. From what I've heard, you're a pretty calm period, so this should go well." She said unsurely, mostly trying to convince herself rather than the kids.

A few heads nodded, but with a keen eye, the student who sat closest to Y/N squinted her eyes at the decorated ID badge hanging around Y/N's neck.

"Okay, class, I'm going to take attendance, and then I'll pass out the work for this class." Y/N raised her voice, attempting to hit the back of the vast and echoey room.

Before she could begin, a student's hand shot up in the air, making her reminiscent of a certain someone she was very fond of. She should be - it was her husband after all.

"Yes?" Y/N asked, her attention directed to the student.

"... Is your last name Malfoy?" The same fair girl asked with wide eyes, closing them briefly to squint at the badge again.

Y/N chuckled, knowing she'd be caught at some point. "Yes, Professor Malfoy is my husband." She smiled, glancing at the framed pictures Draco had put of her and him together around his desk.

She chuckled at the organization system of his paperclips, by color and size, as another hand shot up, different from the last.

"Yes?" She smiled, practically sensing what the next question would be.

She could practically see the cogs whirring in the boy's head as his eyebrows furrowed. "What's it like to be married to him?"

"Hm..." Y/N thought for a moment. "I'm not sure if he'd be alright with me telling you that information..." She trailed off, smiling slyly.

"Oh, please, Mrs. Malfoy!" One student pleaded quite dramatically.

"We won't tell him! We promise!" Another student spoke up. "Right, guys?" He asked looking around at the rest of the class, causing the rest of the class to nod furiously, interested in Y/N's answer.

Y/N hummed, looking at the starry ceiling Draco'd enchanted as she considered the question. "Well, he's very thoughtful. He shows he cares by doing things for me. Like, one time, I'd been upset about the lemon shortage in England, since it meant there wouldn't be any at the grocery store and I wouldn't be able to make or buy lemonade. So he planted four huge lemon trees in our backyard." Y/N blushed, feeling herself grow warm inside at just the thought of him.

The class "aww'd" and gasped, probably not expecting that type of behavior from their strict Astronomy teacher. Y/N giggled as another student raised his hand.

"Yes, love?" She answered, gesturing for him to speak his mind.

His hand shot down when everyone had their eyes on him as he spoke with enthusiasm, as the resident class clown should. "Does he ever... kiss you?"

Multiple students gasped in shock, some with their hands over their mouths as if they'd just heard a dirty secret.

Y/N laughed, messing with the kids. "No, we never kiss. That's disgusting."

An eruption of giggles and mischievous laughter passed through the room, and soon it sounded like a group of hyenas was being taught, instead of a group of second years.

Then, suddenly, a girl who wore pink ribbons in her hair with cotton-candy-themed school supplies, and frilly socks, spoke. "Do you guys ever have special hugs?" She asked innocently, causing her less-than-innocent peers to look at both her and Y/N with their jaws dropped.

"We do hug a lot... but what do you mean "special", sweetheart?" Y/N repeated, her tone asking for elaboration.

"It's how babies are made!" She smiled wide, causing Y/N's smile to drop, her face bright red.

It must've been what her parents had told her to avoid telling her how babies were really made, Y/N assumed.

"Um... no, we've never had a special hug, lovely." She lied, now feeling guilty she'd let the Q&Asession get so far when they should have been halfway through their assignment by this point. "If we did, we'd have an angel like you." She smiled, gathering the assignments together, readying herself for the wave of disappointment she was about to receive from the mass group.

"Alright, guys, we've actually got to start working on this assignment, and I still haven't taken role so I'm going to pass these papers out, so you can get started." She said, a hint of regret in her voice as she waved her wand towards the back of the room, making sure each person got a paper.

Thirty minutes had passed, and Y/N was bored out of her mind. Twirling a pencil around your fingers and writing your name in different fonts can only be so fun until it begins to bore you.

Then, right on cue, Draco pushed the double doors open, announcing his presence dramatically, as he usually did with the second years.

"You're saved! I'm here!" Draco said, making multiple students smile and laugh as their heads whipped around, excited to see their teacher again.

They liked Y/N, and even more now that they knew she was their teacher's wife, but Draco was almost like a father to them. He was many of the kids' safe spots while they were away from their parents at Hogwarts, answering any questions that came his way, and being full of great advice. In addition to that, he was the Head of Slytherin, making sure his connection to his students was as special as it could be.

"How was she, guys? Be honest." Draco asked the kids, stopping in the middle of the room.

"Better than you!" One kid with a red tie around his neck answered playfully, which Draco feigned hurt at as he shook his head, making his way to the desk Y/N sat at.

"Hi, baby," He whispered against her temple. "how were the kids?"

"Well, they know who I am." She giggled when Draco feathered his fingers over a spot she was ticklish in.

"Wait, who are you, again?" He asked, feigning confusion, but unable to stop the expression of amusement flickering across his features.

A flat look from Y/N had him breaking the character when she answered, "Your wife." She said, crossing her arms.

"Oh, yeah, right, right." He nodded, smiling at the chuckle slipping past Y/N's lips.

His eyebrow raised as he kissed her cheek, looking at the "project" she was working on. She'd somehow managed to make eleven paper hearts in the one hour he was gone and get no work done. Taking a closer look, he grinned, seeing what she'd written on them to spell out.

I love you.

"I was hoping to leave them on your desk as a surprise." Y/N frowned, looking up at her husband, hovering over her, who was sitting in his ultra-comfy desk chair. "I didn't know you'd get back so early." She whispered, so as not to disturb the students, not noticing they weren't paying any attention to their work, but the young and loving couple at the front of the classroom. “How was your appointment, my love? Everything okay?”

Draco was about to answer when the same innocent-looking girl who’d asked the last question earlier raised her hand, directing her question to Draco.

"Yes, Miss Weasley?" He answered, his arm around Y/N's shoulder, rubbing circles on her arm tenderly.

"My mum told me many couples have special hugs, even if they're not making a baby…” Rose trailed off, a bright smile on her lips. “So, do you guys have special hugs, still?"

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Secret's Out | Draco x Reader

A/N: To be honest, I don't love this, but it's my first time writing Professor Draco, so you're going to have to prepare yourself for better future content. Enjoy! <3

Summary: Your students urge you to tell them the truth about you and Draco's relationship.

Warnings/content: Fem!Reader, Husband!Draco, fluffy, Mom!Reader, Dad!Draco, Pregnant!Reader, Professor!Draco, Professor!Reader

Word count: 1.54k words

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"And that's about it for today's class, guys. Make sure you do the reading from pages 200-210 in your Advanced Potion Making textbook. It'll help you for the next class." You said, quickly dismissing your students. You'd hoped they'd leave soon and wouldn't question the ordeal that happened at the beginning of class. But of course, teenagers must speak their minds.

"Professor Y/L/N?" One of your favorite student's hand shot up, which prompted everyone to stop moving and focus on you.

"Yes, Mr. Diggory?" You sighed, immediately knowing what he would ask.

"Um, a-are you and Professor Malfoy..."

"Great co-workers? You bet! Class dismissed." You nodded, pointing at the door sweetly.

You knew this would happen at some point. Draco had come into your classroom to "drop off some papers," but you teaching different subjects made it evident to you that he just wanted your attention.

"Well, hello, Mrs. Malfoy!" Draco said, sneaking up behind you to pull you to his chest.

"Hi, Mr. Malfoy." You relax, letting his arms hoist your body up. Being a professor was exhausting, but you loved it. No matter how many times Draco offered for you to stop working, claiming that his wealth would take care of you and many other generations, you always refused. Besides, it was nice to be with him all the time. The lunches and free periods you spent together were your favorites, and when your son Scorpius had a free period, too, it was all the better.

You thought it would be distracting if people knew you and Draco were dating and always preferred to keep your relationship private, anyways. You didn't go out of your way to convince people Scorpius wasn't your son, though. Instead, you and Draco gave him all the affection and then some behind closed doors. You even snuck him into your room in the castle when he wanted to cuddle at night. Being the Head of House for Slytherin, Draco could essentially pull his son in and out of class whenever Scorpius wanted. Despite him being fifteen, he would always be a mommy's boy and clung to you at all times to prove it.

"Just came to drop off some papers." Draco said snazzily, slapping a stack of papers for his class, Astronomy, down on your desk. "Return it to me by the end of the day, please." He whispered against your lips, tipping your forehead on his, pulling your waist closer to his body.

You laughed at his neediness, pressing a kiss to his lips. "Okay, my love, I will. Now go before one of my students-"

"Professor Y/L/N? Professor Malfoy? What-" Draco immediately pulled out his wand and slammed the door, but it was already too late. You'd been caught. The staff and your close friends knew about your "secret" marriage to Draco, but none of your students were allowed to know.

"Oopsies." Draco cracked a weak smile while you were busy becoming highly anxious for the next class. "Don't worry; you'll figure something out." Draco said, pressing quick kisses on both your cheeks. "I'm sorry, darling, I need to go. My next class started a minute ago." Draco checked his watch, furrowing his brows. He was obviously reluctant to leave. "Your lunch break is after this class, right?" You nodded your head, still nervous. "I'll come to see you, then." He smiled and opened the doors to your classroom. "Well? What are you waiting for? Get on, go inside!" Draco said to the shocked students, who were now looking at him in a way different light than before.

You thought you could escape your students' curiosity, but news traveled fast around Hogwarts. The next day, you'd received three questions in one class about your relationship to the former Slytherin, and you knew they wouldn't stop until they got an answer.

"But Professor Y/L/N!" One student cried out, urging you to spill all on your personal life.

"Look! There! A ring on her finger! That must mean she's married!" Harry Potter's daughter (one of your goddaughters), Lily yelled, pointing at your wedding ring. "Professor Malfoy has rings, too! Although, I'm not quite sure which one would be his wedding ring..." Lily pondered, holding her chin.

"Young lady, this is highly inappropriate." You said, looking at her with a stern look. You and Draco eloped straight out of the war and only told immediate family and adult friends after you'd gotten married. No children knew about your relationship, but it was safe to say you were freaking out about the possibility of it.

"Well, if you don't have the hots for Professor Malfoy, then prove it!" Lily's brother James evilly cracked. You narrowed your eyes at him, knowing you wouldn't be able to get on with your lesson if they didn't receive confirmation.

"Okay." You said defeated. "Rose, go fetch Professor Malfoy for me, please. Tell him I'll watch his class next period as payment for interrupting his class." You enunciated, annoyed at your students' determination to ruin your secret.

The class broke into excited murmurs, and you turned into a nervous wreck, waiting for your husband to return. The chatter died, and everyone was staring at the petite redhead and tall blond standing under the massive doorway.

"You guys, I was in the middle of teaching about Cassandra, my favorite constellation!" You carefully eyed Draco, knowing that's what the baby girl inside you would be named. He only smirked, looking at you for just a second. "What's this about?" He said, stifling a laugh while running a hand through his hair.

"Teach later. This is an intervention." James said poshly before his cousin Rose pinched his arm and whispered something to his ear. "Reckoning - this is a reckoning. We know you guys are together."

"Really? And what makes you say so?" Draco said, stepping over to your elevated platform where you stood. He placed an arm around your waist gently and rested his hand on yours.

"That! Right there!" James pointed, wide-eyed.

"Oh, this?" You said, smirking. "We're just terrific friends." You said, resting a head on Draco's shoulder and smiling.

"Ugh, this is killing me!" Hugo, Rose's brother, exclaimed, banging his head harshly on his desk.

"Mr. Weasley, don't hurt yourself." Draco scolded his godson.

"Prove your love to each other, or we won't do our work." A familiar voice protested from the back of the class. But, of course, you and Draco immediately knew who it was without even having to pinpoint the blond head of hair and piercing gaze: Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy. You'd recognize your baby anywhere. He must've been tired of the back and forth, or else he wouldn't have spoken up.

"Fine." You said, glaring at your son, although you weren't actually upset. "Draco, I think it's time we tell the kids." You whispered softly into his ear, ignoring the eager eyes and wide grins on your students' faces.

"I agree, my beautiful wife." Draco said, which pulled dramatic gasps from the rest of your class, apart from Scorpius.

Draco pulled you in for a short but deep kiss, now relieved that the cat was out of the bag, and he could refer to you as his wife to everyone.

"Scorpius!" Lily yelled to the back of the classroom. "Does this mean..."

""Professor Y/L/N" is actually Professor Malfoy and is also my mom?" Scorpius flatly asked. "Yes." Scorpius didn't mind keeping your secret. Because of the number of students that found you attractive, he believed it would be incredibly unsettling if people referred to him as your mom while complimenting you. Still, he loved you and his dad uncommonly. He was excited that people now knew about your relationship with both of them. Until then, people thought that Draco was a single father, never noticing that Scorpius had the same eyes and nose as you.

It was safe to say you lucked out with your son. He was the perfect combination of Draco and you and the most mature fifteen-year-old you knew. He loved when you and Draco told him the story of your love because it was a long one. He cherished the moments where you'd hug and switch between kissing Draco and him. All of this to say, he was the perfect son to you.

"Since when?" Hugo dared to speak. You favored him over all your friends' children simply because of his blatant idiocy at times. It was heart-warming. As for your friends' children, they were in the dark about a lot of things. They often caught you and Draco together, feeding each other at reunions and birthdays, or stealing a forbidden kiss, but they were too young to remember it. You and Draco had been extra careful since then.

"Since I found out I was pregnant with him?" You said, a bit confused at what else you were supposed to answer. Snickers ran across the class at Hugo's tendency to be a male bimbo.

"Speaking of..." Draco said, bringing a hand to your belly and smiling down at you with glistening eyes.

The kids immediately got the hint and erupted into cheers, congratulating Scorpius, who was now smiling widely, excited for his baby sister to arrive.

"What's all the noise about?" Your lifelong friend and now boss, Headmaster Potter, came in, surveying the room for any danger.

"Secret's out." Scorpius told Harry, who was his favorite one of you and Draco's friends.

"Yes!" Harry said, jumping for joy. "Professor Weasley-Potter owes me so many Galleons." Harry said proudly. "Well, everybody, I say we give both Mr. Malfoys and Mrs. Malfoy a proper celebration." Harry said, pointing his wand up into the air, which elicited many excited noises from the kids. The students did the same, and at his command, launched beautiful fireworks into the high ceiling. You called your son up to give him a family hug, and he happily obliged, beaming. The colors reflected brightly on your skin and Scorpius,' and Draco's heart couldn't help but overflow at how lucky he was to have you three.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

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[After meeting Natasha's parents]

Y/N: I think your family liked me...

Natasha: My mother begged you to marry me before we left.

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| golden era!wolfstar & daughter!reader | angst |

anon requested. but could you do a dad Wolfstar x daughter reader. The reader confronts her dads about how they prefer Harry and how they ignore her. It ends with wolfstar feeling bad and reader just over everyone’s bs.

a/n: I altered/expanded on your request a bit, but kept the general idea. I hope you like it!

“Dad!” You called, and Sirius turned to you.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, we have to go,” he spoke before following Remus and Harry through a corridor.

“Dad, I need you!”

Remus called an apology back before disappearing with Harry in a swirl of floo powder. You felt like your heart was ripped out of your chest, leaving you broken and alone in the Order hallway.

You loved your dads, and they loved you, but your whole life, they had prioritized their godson, Harry Potter over you. You were repeatedly left and forgotten, even after your biological father escaped from Azkaban.

You always fought for attention, but Sirius and Remus often left you with a kiss on the forehead to run off, saving Harry.

Once again, you were left in the shadows, stuck at the order safe house. You fought back tears, shaking your head as you walked up the rickety stairs.

“Y/N!” Your name was called, and you walked down the hall, leaning into Fred and George’s doorway. They had been practicing magic when they heard your cries from down the hall.

The two gingers looked up at you sympathetically, and George moved over on his bed, making room for you. You walked in, your shoulders trembling as you struggled to hold yourself together.

You crawled into George’s bed beside him, burying yourself in your best friend’s arms. Fred sat behind you, laying his hands on your shoulder and side.

“They leave with Harry again?” George asked, and your weak nod was enough of an answer.

“I hate them,” you sobbed, and George squeezed you.

“You love them,” Fred reminded you.

“They love Harry more than me. Fucking golden boy.” You wept, and George let you cry in his arms.

“That’s not true, they love you so much,” George promised, and you hid your face in him.

You stayed with the twins that night, even after hearing Harry and your dads return. Muffled voices in the hallway told Sirius and Remus their daughter was safe with Fred and George, and you laid in the dark, biting back tears.

Sirius and Remus were waiting for you when you went back to your bedroom, after spending the day holed up with the Weasley twins, the only ones you felt truly cared about you.

“Y/N, we need to talk,” Remus spoke gently, and you stepped back.

“You’re right. We do need to talk. Why don’t you love me as much as Harry? He’s not even your real son! You always choose him over me. All your efforts, all your attention, it all goes to him!” You exploded, and Sirius looked hurt at the accusation. Remus, as always, tried to maintain a steady patience, but even he was taken aback.

“Y/N, you know that we love you more than anyone, or anything.” Sirius knelt down in front of you, taking your hands.

“Why don’t you show it?” Your voice was barely above a whisper, and you swallowed down the sob that rose in your throat.

Sirius felt like his heart was going to break as he felt your pain, and saw the hurt in Remus’s eyes.

“We’re doing our best-”

“Your best isn’t enough! Not when your best is ignoring me, and acting like Harry is your only child!” You screamed at Remus.

“Y/N!” Sirius shouted, fear spiking through you. Your fathers never raised their voices at you, and you were silenced by Sirius’s sudden display of emotion. 

“Padfoot. My love, I’m so sorry we’ve hurt you. We will be better, but you must understand that we’re fighting a war. And Harry is a key piece of it, we’re fighting-” Remus spoke gently to you, but you felt patronized.

“You think I don’t know we’re in a war? I know Harry is the chosen one, and I know that you’re just trying to make James proud-”

“Keep his name out of your mouth.” Sirius’s dark eyes blazed into yours, and you ripped your hands from his. 

“Sirius.” Remus put his hand on his husband’s chest, steadying Sirius’s emotions. 

“I’ll never be enough for you. Never enough like the Potters.” You shook your head, and Harry walked in.

“Y/N, it’s not like that, your dads are doing this to protect you.” Harry defended Remus and Sirius. 

“Leave me alone, all of you. Please!” You couldn’t stand it, and Remus pulled Sirius out before he could yell at you again. Harry followed them, pulling your door closed after him. 

Your chest heaved with sobs, and you blindly opened your wardrobe. You had to leave. You didn’t belong there, in the Order.

You slipped into a black dress, and black shoes, brushing your hair out. You grabbed your wand, and slipped out the window. You grabbed a drain pipe and slid down, landing on the cobblestone street outside. The sky was dark, the sun recently set and leaving the world in the silence of the night. 

You walked far enough away that your magic wouldn’t be tracked or alert the other Order members, and you whispered a complicated transportation spell, waving your wand. 

When your eyes opened, you stood in the courtyard of Malfoy Manor, and you looked up at the large home that stretched out in front of you. Guards alerted the residence of your unannounced arrival, and you were escorted inside the dark, luxurious mansion of your estranged relatives. 

“Y/N?” A soft voice asked, and Narcissa Malfoy walked toward you. Her husband was with her, and Draco came running from behind them. 

“Y/N!” He ran to you, and you threw your arms around your cousin’s neck. Draco hugged you tightly, and you started to sob. Narcissa’s gentle hands rubbed your back, and you held Draco tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Lucius asked. 

You sat near a fireplace, tea in your hands and Draco next to you. Back at Hogwarts, the two of you had been close before your dads dragged you to the Order. 

“I needed somewhere to go. I needed you.” You answered, looking up at Narcissa and Draco.

“And the Order?”

“They probably don’t know I’m gone.” 

“We can’t have-”

“Lucius.” Narcissa interrupted.

“Please, don’t kick me out,” you begged Lucius, who looked uneasy.

“Prove your loyalty, and you have a home with us. A family who will love you.” Narcissa promised, and Draco gripped your hand. You looked him in the eyes, and he shook his head.

“Don’t make her sign her soul over to the Dark Lord. Y/N isn’t a snitch, she just needs family.” Draco defended you.

“It’s okay,” you told him, and Narcissa nodded at you. You took Lucius’s outstretched hand, and you repeated the spell back to him that burned a black snake and skull into your forearm. 

back to black with this is so good (slowed tho)

everything you didn’t say — draco malfoy

pairing: draco malfoy x female!reader

summary: reader has secrets of her own. a party at the malfoy manor reveals them.

a/n: i had to rewrite this bc im dumb n my first draft didn’t save which was Very upsetting but anyways i hope you like it :“) 

“Well, don’t you look dashing.”

Draco’s eyes snap up in the mirror.

[Y/N] is standing in his doorway, having somehow opened the door without him noticing. She has one shoulder leaning on the doorframe, arms folded over her chest, eyebrows raised. There is a glint in her eye that Draco knows all too well; that of playfulness, of fondness. One he has long since associated with safety.

He breathes out a short laugh. “How long have you been standing there?” Draco asks, ringed fingers deftly resuming to work on his tie, but he isn’t having much success. He feels far too jittery, and as a result he keeps accidentally knotting it, only to unwind the silk and try again, over and over like some messed up routine.

Watching her through the mirror’s reflection, he sees [Y/N] step into the room. She’s wearing a plain black dress; lace sleeves, collarbones in display, the silver necklace he’d given her hanging around her neck.

“Long enough to find out that you’re a grown seventeen year old who doesn’t know how to tie his own tie.”

Draco still has it in him to roll his eyes, to let out a short-lived laugh. “I do,” he mutters, yanking a little at the fabric in frustration. “It’s just..”

[Y/N] swiftly pads across his room to join him at the dresser, a tiny grin playing across her lips. Standing in front of him, she gently knocks his hands away so as to work on his tie herself.

“Nerves?” she says quietly. The grin on her lips falls slightly as she fixes her gaze on his tie, hands quickly working to loop the loose ends together.

Draco inhales sharply. His palms are clammy, his heart is beating too fast inside of his chest—to say that he’s dealing with nerves would be an understatement.

”You could say that,” he decides, curling and uncurling his fists at his sides. When she looks up to meet his gaze, he tries for a weak smile, if only to quell the storm inside his heart.

”It’ll be fine,” [Y/N] tells him with a pursed smile. She’s done tying his tie. Her hands move to rest on his shoulders, which are covered with his suit jacket. His mother had insisted he wear it, just as her own mother had no doubt insisted [Y/N] wear her dress; it is somewhat of a special occasion, after all, although what they are celebrating is hardly something that neither draco nor [Y/N] feel too ecstatic about it.

”There’ll be drinks,” continues [Y/N] with a lilting tone, thumbs smoothing over the creases of his suit. “And..”

She trails off. There isn’t really much to say.

”Dancing?” Draco suggests half-heartedly.

There is one brief second in which their eyes meet, and both of their lips are already beginning to quirk up at the corners, and then the next they are both breaking out into laughter. And it’s not the kind that hurts your stomach or has you pounding your fists on the ground, but it’s laughter nonetheless—a little rigid, a little heavy-hearted, but it’s just as relieving.

[Y/N]’s shoulders wrack with subtle giggles. “Yeah,” she agrees, nodding. “And I suspect Greyback will be giving a motivational speech.”

Draco feels his lips tug up into a crooked grin. “Hear my aunt might skip out on the party. She’s got knitting to do, you see.”

Both of them let themselves paint a picture inside their head: the infamous, untamed Bellatrix, sitting in a quiet corner with a quilt in her lap, humming a little tune to herself.

[Y/N] throws her head back in a loud laugh, and this time it’s not quite as tense. Draco watches her, laughing quietly on his own, and suddenly his heart doesn’t feel quite so heavy anymore.

He watches as the last of her giggles dissipate, and she is smiling down at her shoes again, and then back up at him.

“We’ll be okay,” she tells him softly, once more reaching out, but not to tie his tie or to smoothen out the creased fabric of his suit, but to card her fingers through his hair the way she knows relaxes him.

Staring down at her—holding her gaze, which is warm and comforting and reminiscent of simpler times, like when she would sneak into his bed at Hogwarts and they would whisper and laugh quietly into the night, taking care not to wake up any of his roommates—Draco allows himself to breathe. To feel like himself again; a boy in love and nothing more.

”Yeah,” he says, closing his eyes, leaning forward to lean his forehead on hers. “Yeah, we will.”

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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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Mrs.Johansson?! How did I not see these, I’m gonna make Rockband AU fanfics of her now just cause of this

wifu

these photos of anne hathaway are so cute

I love themm

#the two warriors leading the war against jimmy fallon

wifey

dakota johnson dancing at parties… she is wife

cute

hey can i maybe request a hela x reader where hela

has been very clingy and pining for attention and when reader is finally sick of it and asks her about it she says that she just never felt love before and she just enjoys spending time with reader sm and wasn’t trying to act like that at all. i’m sorry if this is badddd

A/N: Apparently, we’ve got a theme going on on this blog lately, and that’s “Hela Realizing She’s In Love and Being Soft (tm)” Anyways, I hope you enjoy some more of that Good Fluff~

WC: 1541

Rating: T

TW: None

For the past couple of weeks, you’d noticed Hela had been acting… out of character.

For as long as you’d known Hela, she had always been a very closed off, straight-forward person, who kept her emotions in check and rarely let anyone see them. Unless they could help her on the battlefield, that was. She didn’t like to show weaknesses of any sort, to the point where most believed she had none, and to put it in somewhat harsh terms, she was a rather cold person.

Granted, she had never been that way with you, but there had still seemed to be limits to how she acted, even when it was just the two of you. She would soften, but only just. She would say sweet things, but there always seemed to be an aloofness to them. As though she were saying them more out of a duty than a want. You’d never thought much about it, though, because you knew with Hela’s position and titles that it was important for her to maintain appearances, and you imagined that would be a hard habit to break, even when she was with someone she cared for.

But lately, she’d become noticeably softer. She was constantly wanting to be held or touched in some way, holding her hand out for you as soon as you came into the room, or pulling you into her arms if you sat down too far away from her. She acted as though you were never around, which certainly wasn’t the case, and it wasn’t that you were particularly upset with the development, but it was a little strange.

And the sweet talking.

Hela had always had a way with words, even in her somewhat aloof state, but lately they had been more… more. She was always telling you how much she missed you while you were out attending to your duties, and even talking about the future and what the two of you would do together, if you had the chance to run away even for just a few days. It was as though she were skirting around saying something important, but didn’t quite know how to say it directly, so she was speaking in riddles. Promises of what would come, of what she hoped would come to pass.

You didn’t mind it, per se. But it was starting to make you wonder. If a shoe was about to drop, or if reality was catching up to you.

You knew you had to address it somehow, so you decided the next time that you saw her, you would talk to her about it.

When you went to her room that night, the first thing she did was pull the covers back and hold a hand out for you, and despite the fact that you had questions you wanted answered as soon as possible, you couldn’t help but to smile at how absolutely happy she looked to see you finally turning in for the night.

“Darling, you’ve really got to stop staying away for so long. I miss you too much.”

As soon as you were seated on your side of the bed, she had pulled you closer by the hand, settling you in front of her with her legs on either side as she wrapped her arms around you, settling her chin on your shoulder after pressing a gentle kiss there.

“I have work, Hela. You know I have to be gone.” You kept your voice soft, even as you felt your emotions swirling among themselves like a hurricane threatening to hit land at any second. Impending devastation, if so much as one thing changed their course.

“Yes, well, that doesn’t mean that I have to like it.” She pressed another kiss to your shoulder before tilting her head enough so that she could look at you. “I was thinking, maybe a nice bath together, hm? You can wash my back… and I’ll wash yours…” You could tell by the tone of her voice that Hela had a little more than washing each other on her mind. “…see where the night takes us?” You felt her grin as she started a trail of kisses along the column of your neck, taking her time to get to your collarbone.

It was now or never.

“Hela, wait…” you murmured, though the headiness of the kiss had you left your voice lacking any sort of conviction.

Hela only hummed in response, and busied herself with leaving a hickey on your collarbone, and the slight pain of her teeth against your skin cleared your mind enough to bring you back to your senses.

“Hela, stop.”

Your voice came out much sharper than you had intended it to, and you could tell by the way Hela recoiled as though she’d touched an open flame that she was as shocked as you were at the outburst.

She didn’t say anything as you turned so that you were face to face, and you took her silence as your opportunity to speak.

“Hela… What is this?” The pure confusion in your voice left a weight in the air that felt as though it could be cut in half, with how tangibly it settled over both of you.

For a moment, you thought Hela might explode. Might become angry or indignant, like she so often did when she didn’t quite understand something. Instead, she tilted her head, brow furrowing as she tried to piece together what exactly had led to this moment.

“What is… what? Do you… Do you not… want this anymore?” The genuine confusion and concern in her voice left you wanting to slap yourself in the face for not being just a tad clearer in what you were asking about, and you heaved a sigh, hoping she didn’t read into it the wrong way.

“No… Hela, no, that… That’s not…” You made an aggravated little sound of frustration, purely at your own inability to formulate what you were trying to say. “…you’ve been acting so different now, for the past few weeks. You keep talking about the future… and everything you hope we get the chance to do… You’re being… overly affectionate, and… sort of… clingy.”

You could see Hela struggling to understand the point you were trying to make, but you continued, trying to get to the bottom of everything.

“Look, if… if this is to lessen the blow of you going back to war or to another planet or… whatever, please can you just… tell me?” You weren’t entirely sure when you had begun to get so emotional, but you could hear your voice cracking on every other word, and the anxious knot that had been in the pit of your stomach was now lumped in your throat, making it hard to speak.

“…is that what you think this is?” Hela spoke after a pregnant pause, features softening as she looked at you, taking your hands in both of hers. “Y/N, I… This isn’t that. I just…” She was struggling to find the words she needed, and you gave her the space to figure it out, watching her intently as you waited for her explanation. “Y/N, I… I love you.”

You both grew very still at her quiet admission. She’d never said the words to you, and you’d certainly never had the courage to say them to her. And suddenly you felt extremely guilty for exploding on her like you had.

“Y/N, I… I’m acting this way because I… Well, I’ve never felt this way, about anyone before. I’ve never had anyone before. And I’m… frightened that I’m doing everything all wrong. And if I am, I need you to tell me, please. The last thing I want is to push you away. Not when I feel as though you’re my very reason for breathing.”

You weren’t quite sure what to say to Hela’s little speech, in part because you felt bad, but also because it had taken your breath away in the best way possible. You took a few moments to gather yourself and your thoughts, and before you spoke, you brought her hands to your lips, kissing the back of each of them before looking up at her.

“…I love you, too. And I never meant to make you upset by what I said. You’re not doing anything wrong. Not in the least. I was just… confused, and worried that you were softening a blow that hadn’t landed yet. That’s all.”

Feeling a bit like you had to prove your point, you reached up to cup her face, pulling her down so that you could kiss her gently. “I love you,” you reiterated, mumbling the words against her lips before kissing her again, and this time she kissed you back, letting her hands move to your waist as she pulled you closer, until you were straddling her waist and pressed as close as you could physically get.

Between kisses, Hela managed to huff a breathless little laugh, pressing her forehead to yours as she smiled.

“…forget about that bath. It can wait.”

Before you could even finish laughing, she was kissing you again, and you let your eyes close and your mind drift away until nothing existed but Hela.

cute asf

With Angie, like get into an argument Bc when asked one of them revealed they were in a relationship and the other denied it. (fight then fluff)

red carpet- angelina jolie

summary: it's your first red carpet and you get asked about your relationship with your co-star, angelina. you deny everything, she does the opposite. needless to say, she's not happy.

word count: 1.3k

warnings: none

pairing: angelina jolie x fem!reader

the day had finally come. after months of hard work, late nights and early mornings, the premiere of your movie, girl, interrupted, had come. this movie meant so much to you for so many reasons. it was a movie you knew would skyrocket you into fame, not only because of the plot , but because of the star-studded cast involved. another contributor was your relationship with co-star angelina jolie.

she was everything you'd wanted in a girl. she was talented, intelligent, funny and extremely gorgeous. you'd had a crush on her since the minute you laid eyes on her. when you began filming, you'd kept it extremely professional, but there was an undeniable attraction between the two of you. you became official almost half a year before the premiere. it was a private relationship, of course, and it's not like anyone would assume differently. it was only 1999, of course.

the day of premiere was stressful to say the least, but angie comforted you through every step of the way. when it'd come time to get ready, you'd split ways and you'd only see her again on the red carpet. as she left, she pressed a kiss to your forehead and assured you that everything would work out perfectly.

when you were ready, there was a limo waiting outside your apartment. you hopped in, and although the venue was only a 25 minute drive away, it felt hours long. your brain overthought everything and came up with the worst possible scenario for any and every situation.

you could trip when you get out of the car.

you could have a massive wardrobe malfunction.

you could answer an interviewers question and completely embarrass yourself.

the possibilities went on and on and you were only pulled out of that state when you heard the driver call you.

"ma'am, we've arrived," he said.

you took a deep breath and politely thanked him as a security guard opened the door for you.

one step at a time, you told yourself.

you stepped out of the car and were greeted with shutters clicking and flashes going off. people called your name left and right, but all you were trying to do was to maintain calm so you wouldn't trip on your dress.

once you got into the venue, you spotted angelina. your worries faded as you admired her. her outfit was simplistic, a dark t-shirt paired with a floor-length leather skirt and a long gray coat draped over her shoulders.

she sent you a small smile when she noticed you approaching, which you gladly returned. she was standing in a group with some of the other co-stars. when you finally got there, you hugged them all. when you finally hugged your girlfriend, it lasted longer, and when you pulled away, instead of letting go completely, she let one of her arms slide down your back, securing itself around your waist. you stayed like this for a while, knowing paparazzi wouldn't be able to see that considering how everyone was angled.

as you all conversed, an employee came and politely let you all know that you had to begin walking down the carpet for photos and interviews. they all began to walk down, but you stayed with angelina for a minute longer.

"how're you feeling?" she asked.

"i'm alright, just nervous i guess," you admitted.

"well, you look amazing," she complimented, "and i know you'll do great on the carpet. just don't overthink it too much. deflect if you need to."

you blushed at her compliment, thanking her before wrapping your arms around her for another hug.

"you ready?" she asked.

"yeah," you answered.

she sent you one last smile before you were off. the area was overtaken by shouts from paparazzi. all you ould hear was their calls for you to look their ways. shutters clicked up and down the carpet, followed by the blinding flashes. you continued to move down until you reached the interview area. their cameras focused on you and a mic was extended towards your face.

"so, y/n, what was it like working on this movie?" the reporter asked.

"it was great. i mean at first i was kinda intimidated by everyone, especially angie, but they're all very nice people. they've made it a great work environment," you answered.

"speaking of angelina, you guys are frequently seen out together and reportedly grown very close. is there anything romantic between the two of you?" they asked.

your cheeks flushed as your brain scrambled for an answer.

just don't overthink it too much. deflect if you need to.

angelina's words replayed in your brain as you tried your best not to do just that.

"next question," you joked, laughing nervously, causing the reporter to laugh a bit too.

"i mean, we did a lot of scenes together so i'd say that'd make most people bond. when you work on a movie, it kind of takes up your whole life, so we just got really close. plus, we have a lot in common, that's it," you answered, leaving out the fact that what you had in common was your gay love for each other.

she nodded before asking a couple more questions. as you walked down to the end of the carpet, you walked past angelina who was still being interviewed.

"there have been photos taken of you and co-star y/n y/l/n where you're rather touchy with each other. is there anything romantic going on there?" you heard the reporter ask, causing you to slow down.

"um, yeah," she answered and although she was facing away from you, you could basically hear the smile in her voice. however, your smile dropped as you realized what you'd done.

"speaking of y/n, there she is now," a reporter said.

her and the cameramen beckoned you over. you plastered a smile onto your face and hoped the uneasiness didn't come through.

"hi!" you smiled as you approached, angelina's arm wrapping around your waist immediately.

"you answered this question not long ago, but your answer was much more, deflective," the reporter said.

"uhhh, i mean, yeah, i guess it was. it was kind of unexpected but i guess the cat's out of the bag now," you smiled.

"so, it's confirmed, you two are exclusive?" the reporter asked, to which you both nodded.

"well, why don't you give us your first kiss as a public couple," she coaxed.

angelina shrugged before putting her hand on your cheek, gently pushing it to face her. you were both smiling for the camera’s but your eyes told a different stories. angie’s eyes had a hint of anger in them and yours had regret. you leaned forward to connect your lips in a kiss, which she returned, but you could tell it was only for the cameras. the usual passion and love behind them was nowhere to be found.

you politely said goodbye and walked into the theatre where the premiere was being held. as you walked, silence filled the air. you walked uncomfortably next to each other before you were pulled into a bathroom.

“what the hell was that?” she asked angrily once the door was shut and locked.

“what was what?” you asked ‘cluelessly.’

“don’t play dumb, y/n,” angelina yelled, “you said no. you denied that we were in a relationship. and- and i said yes. i said yes.”

“i mean, i just deflected it. i didn’t know what to do. i’m new to this, ang. i didn’t want to accidentally ruin your career or anything,” you said truthfully, taking her hands into yours.

her eyes searched yours for any sort of indication that you were lying, but there was none. her expression softened before she enveloped you in a hug.

“i’d pick you over my career any day, y/n,” she whispered in your ear.

she pulled away and planted a short kiss on your lips before grabbing your hand and pulling you out of the small bathroom.

“come on, we have a premiere to attend to.”

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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.

DAKOTA HAS MY HEART

devil in me —««

Dakota Johnson x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 3.6k. Request! The reader has history with her former philosophy professor. After some time apart, she seeks her out when she’s feeling lonely.

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

Sorry I missed this!

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

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

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

“Promise!”

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

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

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He’d teach you the dirtiest things you’d someway still be his innocent little baby <3

CW // smut, praise, knife play

Pressing the vibrator harder onto her clit, her moans turned into silence wails as her body shifted and bucked up to meet Sirius' body hovering just above her.

Sirius looked as undone as she felt, panting about her with strands of tousled black hair falling. His face was flushed, a small sadistic grin settling on his lips as he kept a steady pace while he thrusted into her. In his other hand, he held a dagger, his favourite one, using it to trail up and down her body lightly.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you?" He rasped, groaning out as she squeezed around him. The tightening knot in her stomach was threatening to snap — being dragged inexorably to the point of another orgasm.

The silent question remained in the air, along with a warning as he pressed the blade firmly to her inner thigh, waiting for an answer.

She can only nod, too lost in that oncoming high.

Sirius managed to chuckle — quickly returning to be sucked back into a daze, absorbed in her and the glinting of the dagger against her skin. "My pretty girl, my best girl. So eager to be ruined by me."

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Dark!Milf!Wanda x Babysitter!Reader

Dark!Milf!Wanda x Babysitter!reader 

TW: 18+, dub-con/non-con, infidelity, wlw smut, f+f oral (both recieving), fingering, light face sitting, tribbing, mommy kink, some angst and fluff towards the end, alcohol use, car accident. If I’ve forgotten one lmk so I can correct it!

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AN: So this is a lot shorter than the rest of my chapters/one-shots because I’m trying to focus more on putting content out than just adhd hoarding it lmao. If you wanna be on any marvel, wlw marvel, or any of my posts PLEASE send an ask to my page so I can keep better track of it. Anyway thx let’s be gay in the club

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NEEDY THING

lily exans x reader x James potter

warning! innocence kink, sub!reader, dom!james, dom!lily, dacryphillia, fingering, clit play, nipple play, finger sucking, cockwarming, penetrative sex, rough sex, subspace.

I was slotted between Lily’s legs on her bed as the redheads fingers worked at my clit, whines and cries leaving my mouth. She found me crying and bought me back to her dorm to calm me down and then pulled a confession of my hysterics from me.

I had been aching for days on end and had zero clue how to stop it, I was always wet and kept waking up after having certain dreams, my sleep shorts soaked as well as my sheets.

“There you go, baby. See? How nice does that feel?” I grabbed at her arm as I threw my head back and ground my hips up into her hand. “So good, miss.”

She giggled, eyes not even glancing up as e door open, nor did mine.

James Potter, Lily’s boyfriend, walked into the room and smirked, hanging his coat up. “What’s going on here then? Who’s this pretty thing?” He asked as I sobbed and cried.

“She’s just the neediest thing on earth, were so lucky I found her. Doesn’t even understand anything when she’s all subby like this. Doesn’t have to be subby to not understand, just a dumb baby.” Lily teased, slipping her two middle fingers into me as I let out a strangled cry and let her put her other two fingers in my mouth.

“Found her outside, crying her heart out. Just felt so bad, I had to take this pretty girl in. Just look at her pretty little cunt.” Lily said, ignoring my cries as she pulled my legs open more and exposed my dripping pussy. I sucked on her fingers, sobbing whilst my tongue suckled and flicked. “After I’m done playing you can fuck her.” Lily said, brushing my hair back. My cunt fluttered at the filthy words and I screwed my eyes shut as a knot swirled in my tummy, whines growing louder.

“Please, please, please!” I basically screamed around her fingers, legs shaking as lily pumped and curled her fingers faster, her thumb circling my clit whilst James kissed my shoulder. I finally came undone, letting out choked sobs as my ears rung and my vision went black, body thrashing. Lily giggled, holding my hips down as a wet release stained her sheets, finding her own wetness slicking her cunt.

When I finally came down, I rested my head on her chest with her saliva covered fingers and release covered fingers on my thighs, breathing heavily with my chest heaving up and down. The redhead sucked my releasenoff of her fingers before putting her arms under mine to hold me in place, giggling as I whined and tugged agaisnt her grip. “Stay still so jamie can fill you up, mm?” She mused, kissing my head.

“Yes, miss.” I whimpered, watching as James began to unbuckle his belt, looking intensely at me as I bit down on my lip so hard that a pearl of blood formed on my lip. Lily tilted my head up and smudged the blood down my chin before kissing me, her tongue prying my mouth open. My eyes shut as I responded and used my tongue to delve into her mouth, beginning a sloppy make out session between us. Heat built in the bottom of my tummy, soft whines leaving my lips as she laced one arm out of mine and grabbed the back of my hair, kissing me rougher.

James pulled my legs back open, “baby, needa be ready so you don’t get shocked, yeah?” He hummed, lily and I pulling away from the kiss with a lewd slap of our lips. “Yes, sir.” I purred, laying my head back on Lily’s chest. James pumped himself whilst lining up on my entrance, slowly easing into me. I let out a string of whines and whimpers, trying to get away from his throbbing cock. My walls stretched painfully as he bottomed out and I dropped my head back, letting out a wail as he began to thrust.

“Sir!”

He let out a chuckle, “god, you sound so needy. Doesn’t she, lils?” He looked at his girlfriend and she nodded in agreement, hooking her arms under mine again. “Really does, darling. Come on, fuck her harder than that, she can take it, can’t you baby?”

I sniffles and nodded. “I can take it harder, miss.”

That was all James needed to start fucking me even harder, hips clashing into mine as i cried out and pressed my heels to his back, knees on either side of his waist. “So good! So good—oh!”

My eyes screwed shut in pleasure as I bared against him, pushing against his cock. Ecstasy bloomed in m stomach at the feeling and I let out a somber sob, sounding so upset but I was so lost in pleasure.

“There’s my good girl.” Lily coed, brushing my hair out of my face as tears ran down my face, ruining my makeup. “No, she’s my good girl.” James argued, thrusting harder.

“I’m the one who found her,” Lily purred with a proud smirk, reaching down the front of my body and to my chest to grab at my perky little breasts, pinching at my nipples. The two drowned out my feeble cries as they argued and ended up getting James all riled up, so he fucked me even harder.

I screamed and cried, finding myself closer and closer to my brink. “Oh god—mm!” I squealed, hips jolting as his tip prodded my g-spot over and over.

“Go on baby, cum for us.”

I came again with a wail, gasping for air as I clenched tightly around james’ cock, making him come undone on top of me, groaning out profanities.

We all just laid there, sitting in each other’s comfort. But then lily chuckled.

“I just came,” she admitted, causing my eyes to widen as James looked up at her with confusion. “What, how?”

“Her pretty little arse was just rubbing against me because you fucked her so hard and I came at the same time as her.”

I chuckled softly and laid my head back on her chest, whining and protesting as James made a move to pull out. I used the heels of my feet to fully sheathe him back inside of me. “Stay.”

“If you say so,” he laughed, pulling the covers over all of us, soon we fell into a deep sleep, limbs tangled and body parts joined perfectly.

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Tied and Tested

Pairing: Sub!wanda x soft!dom!natasha x dark!dom!reader

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: She knew trying to get away was a bad idea but worse was getting cought doing so.

Warning: MINORS DNI. 18+ only. Non-con/dub-con, violence, use of knife, use of warming cream, forced orgasm, bondage, manipulation, toxic relationship, mention of murder, spanking, mention of blood, overstimulation, degradation, clit slapping, aftercare(surprising. I know.) Kind of fluff at end.

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A/n: First time writing a dark!reader. Also this is DARK DARK. Please don't read if you are easily triggered. Please go easy on me. Suggestions, ideas, and requests accepted.

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Wanda cried and screamed and kicked and punched as you hauled her on your shoulders to the playroom. She tried jumping off of your shoulders when you pressed a knife to her calf. "Stop kicking me or your punishment would be all the more unbearable." You growled before throwing open the room gate. You watched as she tried to run away when you carelessly threw her on the bed. She ran but tripped. In an effort to get away from you as much as possible, she scooted to the corner of the room and put her hands up in front to shield her face. You chuckled. "Oh princess. You really think I am gonna beat you?" You hooked your fingers in the magic restraining bands around her wrists and brought them down. Looking her in the eye, you growled, "No princess. This will be much more than that."

Before you could pick her up again, Natasha came running into the room. "What happened? I heard her screams." Keeping your glare at Wanda, you answered, "Our princess here was trying to get away by telling the maid 'bout us. Thank God I overheard them." "What about the maid?" "Six feet under. Now get in here and restrain her to the bed. Legs bound to either side. A punishment is in order. I am going to collect what I need for the same."

Natasha looked from you, to wanda, and back to you. You were angrier than she had ever seen you before and was herself scared for wanda. You had once spanked her ass until there was blood oozing from several welts. And that had been because wanda had been a brat all week, trying to escape every chance she got. But this was worse. So much worse.

Broken from her stance on hearing Wanda's muffled cries, she quickly made her way over to her. Gently shushing her, she said, "You shouldn't have done that Wan. Everything was going so great. No punishments or outbursts for almost a month. Then you go and do this?" She sniffled and said, "I- I am sorry. Please. Please calm her down. P- Please." " No can do Wans. You know that. You're best chance is at letting her do as she wishes. Once the punishment is over, I will try and help you as much as I can. You know she doesn't let me help you sometimes. Now please. Come on. If you aren't ready when she comes back, it will anger her more."

When you came back, you had a plate in your hands. Setting it on the bed, you admired your view. Wanda was lying there all nude and ready for you to punish. You got on to the bed and forced her legs apart. Running a finger along her dry folds, you clicked your tongue when wanda let out a sob. "Sob as much as you want princess. Nobody's gonna hear you. Why do you think I bought a house here. Huh? Nat, come here. Hold her folds apart and back for me. Would you? Need access to her clit."

Nat did as you told from her position beside wanda. Wanda looked down when she heard a 'pop'. Her eyes widened when she saw what you were holding and began to try to thrash her legs around to get away. You chuckled at her reaction. It was a warming cream. You had told her all about it the day you had told her the rules. It would be a little cold and itchy at first but would then cause a burning sensation for quite some time and made the clit extra sensitive. Before today, it was never used. You didn't feel the need to. As harsh as you had been with her, you never felt like any of her mistakes or actions were worth using it.

Putting your knees over her legs, you kept them steady. You wore a pair of gloves. Squirting a large amount of it on your fingers, you dabbed it all over and around her clit. At first, wanda squirmed due to the itchy feeling then began to cry and scream as it burned. You swirled her clit between you fingers, watching as it became red and swollen and wetness seeped from between her cunt at the sensation. Her body betraying her. "Look at that. You clit is so swollen and red. Needy for attention. And you're so wet. So warm." Resting your palm on her mound, you pulled it back to further protude her clit. Now red and pulsing. You put your thumb on it and drew tight circles and wanda squirmed and begged for forgiveness.

It didn't take long for her to cum due to how sensitive she was. You drew out her orgasm then stopped. Wanda thought you were done when you started pulling on her clit. Rolling it between your thumb and pointer finger. Pinching. Then SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

SMACK.

You landed 4 slaps on her already abused clit in quick succession. By now, Wanda could only cry and babble incoherently. Only last pinch and she came undone again. But you didn't stop rolling her clit. Not when her back arched off the bed and her legs quivered uncontrollably. You stopped only when Natasha literally held your hand and pushed it away from her.

"Stop Y/n. Please. She has learnt her lesson. Please. Stop. She can't take it any more. Stop. Please." She pleaded you with tears flowing down her cheeks. You wiped her tears with the sleeve of the top you were wearing and nodded. Looking over at her, you slowly took off the gloves and disposed them off. Next you went and sat between Wanda's still bound and quivering legs and with more gentleness then the other two had ever seen come from you, you wiped Wanda off with baby wipes. She shouted when she felt the cool sensation.

"Untie her. I'll be right back." You said and went out off the room. Natasha untied wanda with lightning speed and as soon she did, wanda collapsed in her arms. Crying and sobbing and hicupping. "Shh. It's over now. Your done. I'll take care of you. Ok? Don't worry." Natasha consoled her. Neither of them noticed when you came back but Wanda tried jolting away as soon as she felt your hands on her ankles, parting her legs. But Natasha's hold didn't allow her to get faraway. "What are you doing Y/n? Aren't you done with her?" Natasha hissed, narrowing her eyes at you.

"I am. Just taking care of her. Here." You said and gently pressed the cool washcloth over Wanda's irritated parts. She sighed as it stopped the leftover tingling almost instantly. She sniffed and looked down at you. You washed the cloth in the bowl of cool water beside you, something wanda had missed earlier, and placed it back on her. You repeated this a few more times then placed the cloth and water bowl over on the near by table. You came back and placed a small and sweet kiss to her clit. Then crawled over to her side while Nat took the other side.

You engulged Wanda in an embrace and held her tightly against yourself. Rubbing the her back, you whispered, "Does it still hurt or sting? And don't lie." Wanda shook her head. "What you did today was unacceptable. I didn't want to punish you, but you left me no other choice. Why did you do it? huh?" She pulled back a little and said with watery eyes, " I am sorry. So Sorry. Won't ever do it again. Promise. Please forgive me." And snuggled into you again. "You're already forgiven love. I hate punishing you. If you promise to remain good, we'll go to that fair next week. The one you really wanted to." She raised her head and looked at you surprised. Even Natasha looked excited and intrigued.

"R- Really?" Wanda stammered out. She had been out of the hoise only once before and then too had to remain in the lawn. "Really. But only if you are good. And don't worry, I won't touch you there the whole week. Ok? I know it's not irritated now but you must be still sensitive. Maybe even have a little redness."

"Thank you", she said then snuggled into you. Relishing in your and Natasha's combined warmth when the latter pressed herself against her back. Placing a lingering kiss on Wanda's forehead, both you and Natasha dozed off to sleep.

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

Frustration || Poly!Marauders

Word Count: 2885

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“M a little sleepy Mommy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They’re all yours, darling.”

“Mine?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Sounds like we’re getting company Jamie.”

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

Running from what?

Now, that was the question.

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

Wishful thinking.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But Mommy said-”

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

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

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

“But....”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Caught, Pantsless

Pairings: Chris Evans x Downey!Reader 

Warnings: explicit, slight smut at the beginning, swearing 

Summary: Y/n and Chris are caught having sex, by Anthony, the worst person to keep it quiet, especially on the press tour with her father. part of the evans’ series.

“We have to be quick.” Chris mumbled against her lips, her back pressed against the wall as he worked on the button of her pants.

“Romantic.” She said sarcastically.

But they did have to be quick, they were currently on the relentless press tour for Endgame and finding time to be intimate with each other was very rare, it was becoming too much for them, like a pair of horny teenagers.  

Y/n was walking out of their hotel room when she was grabbed and shoved against the wall, now here we are, forgetting in the heat of the moment that the door had been left ajar.  

Chucking her shirt off to the side Chris didn’t hesitate to dip his head and place kisses in between the valley of her breasts, a small moan escaping only spurring Chris further.

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

To the person who anonymously requested this, this one is for you. Thank you for the request and I’m so sorry cause I accidentally deleted your request, I did write it so I hope you see this and I hope you enjoy this. This one is for you, love <3

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Bucky Barnes x Healer Avenger!Reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Bucky does everything and anything just to be with you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Mentions of injury, slight angst, fluff, Bucky being a lovesick idiot

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Bucky didn’t know he would be capable of doing something this stupid.

James Buchanan Barnes, a hundred year old super soldier, a war veteran, an ex assassin, and now an official Avenger was asking his best friend to do him a favor.

“I am not doing that, Buck.” Steve says as he places his hands on his hip, trying his best to not judge his best friend.

“Steve, you're my best friend and you promise me you’ll do anything for me.” Bucky answered back with all seriousness.

“I am not throwing my shield at you just so you can hang out with Y/N.” the blonde stated as a matter of fact.

Y/N— Bucky was enamored by you the moment he first met you. He was just new in the compound, mentally and physically bruised by his demons.

Once Bucky’s gaze met your small form he could swear he saw a halo surround you.

You were as bright as the sun and as delicate as the moon.

“Come on, Steve. Just this once, I can’t keep showing up to her with pathetic paper cuts and knife wounds.” Hearing himself say that sentence made him grimace— he sounded pathetic but he didn’t mind because he was—

“Whipped.” Steve muttered under his breath, still amazed by how determined his friend was.

His first conversation with you happened a couple days after he moved into the compound.

Bucky was escorted to your room by Steve who assured him that no one was going to hurt him anymore and that you were going to help him.

Upon knocking on your door, the door immediately opened revealing your welcoming smile.

You were breathtaking.

Wearing a hoodie that engulfed your entire body, your little sweater paws making Bucky fight a smile that was about to pop up on his face.

“Hey Stevie, and you must be Bucky— right? Steve told me a lot about you.”

Your voice was like a lullaby— sweet and soft, slowly making its way to his palpitating heart.

“Y/N can we come in? Bucky is here for your help with some problems.” your tall blonde friend simply explained as he gestured towards Bucky’s new vibranium arm.

“Of course, come in.” you said opening the door for them to enter.

You gestured for them to take a seat on the couch, placing yourself in front of Bucky.

You gave the brunette a reassuring smile, Bucky however was confused not understanding how you could help.

“So what can I help you with?” you whispered softly to the super soldier who continued to stare at you in confusion.

“I– I actually don’t know why Steve brought me here.” he answers in all honesty and mentally slapping himself in the face for sounding too harsh, not wanting you to think of him wrongly.

You simply smiled at him and nodded your head, understanding him and his hesitation. You knew about him through Steve, you knew about the cruel things that happened to him.

Y/N promised herself that she would make sure that Bucky’s stay here would be the best. Making sure he had a friend and making sure that he was comfortable with everyone and especially comfortable with his own skin.

“Bucky had expressed his desire for his scars to be healed but of course I knew that you would be perfect to help,” said Steve. “You see, Bucky is not comfortable with doctors yet and I know you're very much capable of helping him.”

Bucky had never been more confused his entire life. Were you a doctor?

“Of course I can help. If you’re willing for me to help you, Bucky— I’d be happy to.”

With hesitancy and fear crawling up his veins, Bucky turned towards Steve who simply nodded his head encouragingly.

Bucky now turned towards you and nodded, still confused as to how you're gonna help him without medical equipment— you were just sitting there.

“Ok. Can you remove your shirt for me? You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.” you said, still giving him that gorgeous warm smile of yours.

Calming down by just looking at your face he did what he was told, lifting his shirt off of him.

Once he was bare— he started to feel insecure of all the bruises and scars he had on his body. Not meeting your eyes, he tried to cover himself up.

Before he could do so, you placed your soft warm hands on his vibranium arm. Bucky looked down on your small hand and released a sigh that he was unknowingly holding.

“Can I touch them?” you asked softly as you gestured to his scars.

Bucky nodded and watched you silently along with Steve who was leaning against your vanity.

Your small hands placed themselves on the biggest scar that he had— the scar that made Bucky feel like a monster, the scar that reminded him of his past, the scar that he desperately wants to remove from his body— his scar that encircled his now vibranium arm.

Bucky watches as gold lights sparked out of your hands— he watched with amazement once he saw the scar completely disappear out of his body, his skin was good as new, as if nothing had happened, as if nothing had touched it— it was healed, you healed him.

Ever since you healed him for the first time, he would always come to you after missions— from gunshot wounds, to knife wounds, to simple paper cuts that he may or may not have done himself— you would happily help him. Bucky is always craving for the feeling of your soft warm hands as you both laugh and talk about random things.

That was the beginning of your friendship.

The beginning of Bucky’s desire to be completely healed by you— to completely be loved by you

…the way he did.

“Just tell her you like her, Buck. Ask her out for dinner, asking me to knock you out is not the way to do this.”

Bucky sighs and nods his head in defeat, understanding that he should just man up and tell her.

Steve pats his friend’s back and smiles at his nervous face.

“You can do it, punk.”

Bucky gathered his remaining courage and let his feet take him to his destination— your room.

Once he reached your door he hesitantly raised his hand to knock on the door, only to bring it back down in fear.

The brunette was now pacing back and forth your door, listing down the possibilities that this could go wrong.

Releasing a breath that he was holding, he faced your door once again and raised his fist to knock before—

thud

And there he was knocked down on the ground. This is probably what he gets for asking Steve to knock him out— the universe is mocking him.

“OH MY GOD! BUCK, I'M SO SORRY!” you accidentally opened the door on him, completely knocking him off his feet.

“Are you okay, Jamie? I’m sorry— I– FRIDAY told me you were pacing in front of my door so I decided to go out but I didn’t know—” you started to ramble as you helped the brunette off the floor and guided him in your room.

“I keep falling for you, doll.” Bucky chuckled, now sitting on your bed facing your now frantic face.

“It’s not funny, James. I’m so so sorry— I can’t believe I hurt you.” you muttered. You cupped Bucky’s face and scanned him for injuries.

“I’m ok, Y/N. It was an accident.” Bucky whispers, calming you down as he plays with your hair.

“You have a busted lip, Buck.”

Bucky decided that he had embarrassed himself enough— so what does he have to lose.

Fuck it.

“Heal it then, doll.” his nose was almost touching yours. Your hands are still caressing his face, loving the feeling of his stubble on your hands.

“O–okay.” you stuttered as you silently placed your fingers on his lip, only for Bucky to grab your wrist to stop you.

“Wha—”

Bucky slams his lips on your soft ones, you froze by the sudden action, only to later on melt by the feeling of Bucky’s lips. You grabbed his neck to deepen the kiss making the super soldier wrap his arms around your waist.

Tingling feeling engulfed the both of you— both from the butterflies that erupted from both of your stomachs but also from your magic that was not only healing Bucky’s lip but also healing Bucky’s broken mind and soul.

You healed him.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

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