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Safe House

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: cussing, sexual suggestion

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

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

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

Word Count: 1.4K

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

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Well…. it was their girlfriend; you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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You laughed loudly as you protested.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“Baby, please!”

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

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𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: nsfw content, minors dni, smut, sub!shigaraki, dom fem!reader, mommy kink, begging, edging, overstim

𝚂𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: Shigaraki begs for you again after you find out you were only a dare.

"A dare, huh?" The blue-haired boy froze in place, his friends smirking at each other before looking at their friend, waiting for his next course of action.

"Y/N! That's not true! I-" He tried to make excuses, but you were quick to cut him off.

"So you calling me "Mommy" was a dare?" His friends' eyes went wide, laughing and nudging at each other. Shigaraki's eyes went wide as well, embarrassed that you had said his secret out loud. "Y/N! Stop saying those.. things! They're not true!" He tried to tell his friends, wanting to save face. After all, he was supposed to be cool. But his friends definitely wouldn't consider that cool. "You know what to call me, Tomura." You waited for him to answer. He was staring at the ground, his hair covering his eyes. "Mommy.. Don't say that, please." "Very good, Tomura."

His friends, or ex-friends, began mocking him, calling him names, all because they think being a sub is stupid. Shigaraki teared up, and ran into your arms, hugging you and crying on your chest. Not wanting to embarrass him more by rejecting him, you hugged him back, calming him down with little head pats.

You walked with him out of the classroom when he pulled away, leading him to your dorm. Once you closed the door behind you, you turned around, shooting him a death glare. He gulped, knowing he was in deep trouble.

"Mommy! I'm sorry!" Shigaraki said, but you didn't answer, showing that it wasn't enough. "Mommy! I'm sorry, please forgive me! I didn't want to.. Well, I.. I didn't want to lie to you, mommy!" He was on his knees now, and you couldn't help but notice the tent rising in his pants. "Could it be that you're excited about this, Tomura?" You eyed him down, and he covered his crotch immediately. "N-no!" Was all he said, before you had pushed him down onto the carpeted floor, pulling his pants down with his underwear. You took his length in your hand, pumping it. "Mommy.." Shigaraki whimpered. Minutes later, he felt his orgasm coming, but before he could spill all over himself, you pulled your hand away.

"Why'd you stop, Mommy? I was so close!"

"You think I don't know that?" You gripped his jaw, making him sit up. "Do you think you deserve to cum after what you did? Because I don't think so." Shigaraki whimpered again, tears welling in his eyes once again, cock aching and hungry for release. "Now, you're going to be a good boy and hold it in. You can do that, right?" He nodded eagerly, though he felt hesitant deep inside. He could cum from your words alone.

You edged him for what seemed like hours, and Shigaraki tried his best to not cum all over himself, since he wanted a reward from you.

"Good pet, Tomura. Do you want to--" "Yes! Yes! Please, Mommy! Let me cum, please! I've been good, haven't I? Let me cum!" His legs were kicking, hands playing with the hem of his clothes as he begged for you to let him cum. "Tsk, tsk, what an impatient slut." You said, hand pumping his cock faster to give him relief. "Ah, Mommy, I'm c-cumming! For you! Please don't stop!" His words sparked something in your head. You smirked, hands still pumping at his cock until he came. But you weren't stopping there.

"Mommy, I came already.. Stop, please! M' sensitive! Please, please.." His eyes were brimming with tears. What a sight to behold. "Oh? But you told me to not stop, right? So I'm just doing what you asked me to." Shigaraki's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt his second orgasm approaching quickly. "Mommy! Mommy! C-cumming again! I want to cum inside you, please!" You slapped his thigh, making him yelp. "I'm sorry! I'll cum wherever you want, just please.. fuck!" His load spilled out again, so you licked his cock to clean it up. His eyes went wide. Were you going to make him come again?

"Mommy, what are you doing?" You looked up at him before taking it out of your mouth. "Cleaning, because you're too dumb to do it. You can't even lie properly, so how could I expect you to know how to clean?" His tongue lolled out of his mouth as you started to suck him off again. The pleasure was overbearing, but he wanted to please you. He needed to please you.

"Mommy! I'm cumming again! 'M sorry! I can't hold it, I won't last!" He thrust up into your mouth a few times, then shooting his seed afterward. "Good boy, Tomura. Cum as much as you want now, I think you took your punishment well."

You had never seen Shigaraki get all excited since his first time having sex, which was with you. "Mommy, can I put it in you, please? I'm your good boy, please!" Seeing him so desperate was a sight to behold. "Fine, Tomura. You can put it in, but I am still in charge here."

"Yes, Mommy, thank you so much!" He went in gently and slowly, taking care to not make you feel any discomfort. After a while, his pace sped up, and you could tell he was close to cumming again. How eager.

"Slow d-down, Tomura." You said, wanting to tease him just to bring out another intense orgasm from him, but he didn't listen. "Tomura, listen, or I'll pull away and not let you cum."

He immediately slowed his movements down. He'd hate to have another orgasm ripped from him. "Good boy, Tomura." You ruffled his hair, his hips still slowly moving against yours. "Mommy, can I go faster- ah, fuck, Mommy! Mommy, wha-at are you doing!" You had started moving your hips at first to meet his pace but you thought, why not go faster? "Mommy, Mommy, Mommy! I'm cum-cumming! Can I cum inside you now, please?"

"Y-yes, baby.." You said, and Shigaraki went faster, then slowing down when he had spilled out his load. "Do you want me to get you a washcl--ah! Tomura, what are you doing?" "You told me I could cum however much I want, Mommy! Please let me do it more!"

Boy, was this going to be a long ride.

i've been searching this for legit 2 hours and i found it heheheheh

All Yours (Kate Bishop x Reader x WandaNat Parents)

This was such a fun fic to write, hopefully, y'all have as much fun reading as I did coming up with this idea! Synopsis: Kate rails you as your moms Wanda and Nat return from work and hear what y'all are up to.

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Tapping your foot impatiently as you waited for your girlfriend, you looked at your watch for what seemed like the hundredth time in the last fifteen minutes. Your moms were finally out for work, and you didn’t have any classes today. This meant that not only did you have the entire mansion to yourself, but you actually had time to spend with your girlfriend. Opportunities like this didn’t come around often, and you were determined to make the best of your day. Besides, you’ve been feeling horny as hell for the last two days, and you were more than ready for Kate to do whatever she wanted with you while your moms were not around to walk in on you two.

The doorbell finally rang, and you ran to answer it. Kate was standing outside your door, a little out of breath as usual. “I got here as soon as I can.”

“Thanks, babe. I missed you.” You immediately wrapped your arms around Kate, and felt a rush of warmth go through your body when you felt her strong arms wrap around your waist.

“Babe, we just saw each other last night.” Kate pulled away a little bit so she could have a good look at your face. Seeing the pout that was quickly forming, she pulled you against her once more. “Besides, I think you may have another reason for missing me.” She guided your hands down beneath her waistline, and you felt the outline of the strap she was packing. “I didn’t have much time to prepare, so I just decided to wear your favorite one.”

The rush of heat went all the way up to your face now as you held one of Kate’s hands to lead her to your room. Just as you started walking into the house, Kate pulled you back. “We can start right here.” Your eyes widened as you realized that she wanted you to start here, right in the middle of the living room. Her eyebrows lifted expectantly as she started unbuttoning her pants. “Is there a problem baby?”

You shook your head no as Kate quickly stepped out of her pants. Her toy bulged in her underwear, and you quickly got on your knees in front of her. “So eager, baby. Hold still for me, okay?” As she took the toy out and put it into your mouth, you couldn’t help but start bobbing your head to take the toy as quickly as you could. But this time, instead of her usual moans, Kate grabbed your hair and held your head still. “Babe, I said keep still.” You finally understood what she wanted from you and held still as Kate slid the toy inside of your mouth.

It didn’t take long for her to start building up a rhythm as she fucked your face. The toy was so big, and you ended up gagging every time she thrust inside your mouth. The sounds you were making only seemed to encourage Kate as she moved her hips faster against you, and as she looked down at you, it didn’t take long for her hips to stutter and finally stop.

Kate let you get up, and as soon as you stood, she picked you up and carried you up the stairs. Luckily, you had been waiting for Kate to do this ever since you woke up this morning, so you were already mostly naked. Kate, on the other hand, needed a little bit more work getting naked. Clothes were forgotten on the floor as she quickly carried you to your room. As soon as you reached your room, she threw you on the bed and got on top of you. “Already so wet for me, and I’ve barely even touched you. Let’s see how long you last in here.”

What neither of you saw was your mom’s limo pulling up in the driveway and your moms coming home. The meeting that they had planned was canceled, as their competition had decided to bow out instead of facing the two of them. Nat was first through the door as usual, with Wanda following close behind. “Do you think (Y/N) will be hungry? We can call our chef to come in today and cook for us.”

“I think that would be great babe. Should we go check in on how she’s doing? She seemed really high strung today before we left.” Wanda started making her way upstairs to see if you needed anything.

“Can’t you just read her mind from down here?” Nat yelled distractedly. “She’s old enough to be annoyed at us if we keep asking her how she’s feeling.” She waited for a response, and when she didn’t receive one, she walked over to check on her wife. Wanda was standing at the beginning of the hallway, staring at the random pieces of clothing that littered the floor. “What’s happening? Why would our child throw out all of her clothes.”

“I don’t think those are hers, my love.” Nat could barely contain her smirk as she recognized Kate’s pants. “Let’s go back downstairs.”

Just as they started going back down to the living room, a thump came from your room. “You like that? Show daddy how many more times you can come tonight.” Those words were followed by filthy moans, and Wanda practically ran down the stairs with her face as bright red as her hair.

Both Nat and Wanda sat in the living room in silence, neither knowing how to break the silence as sounds of your moans occasionally drifted downstairs. Nat tried to break the ice by joking, “Who knew our daughter had a daddy kink, huh?”

Wanda gave her wife an icy glare. “Would you want her to call anyone else other than one of us ‘mommy’? I don’t think so.” Even though she tried to look severe, she couldn’t help but let out a little smirk.

“Are you still going to have our chef come over? He’ll have to make enough food for four this time.”

“It sounds like (Y/N) is being stuffed as we speak, so I don’t think she’ll be that hungry when she comes down.” Wanda’s words caused Nat to snort as the rhythmic pounding noise above them showed that you were, once again, getting topped by Kate.

“I would have assumed that we raised a top, but it seems like she’d bottom for the first pretty girl that comes her way.” Nat seemed almost disappointed as she shook her head.

“Don’t be scaring Kate off now, babe.” Wanda reached over and took Nat’s hand. “She’s a good girl, and you know how happy Kate makes our daughter.”

Nat sighed, feigning irritation. Things upstairs were quiet now, and the two women looked at each other and tried to keep from laughing. They were looking forward to seeing your face when you came downstairs.

Kate collapsed on top of you, finally spent after making you cum for the seventh time in a row. You were worn out, but that did not stop you from wanting more. After a moment, you languidly ran your fingers through her hair, loving how she leaned her head against you as you held her.

“That was fun.” All you got in response was a low hum. “Do you want some food? I think I can whip up something real quick.” The low rumble of Kate’s stomach answered that question for you as you hurriedly threw on a hoodie. Kate didn’t even bother putting on a top, and just put her underwear on. The strap on bulged inside her briefs, and you had to tear your eyes away from her crotch. Kate was horny at all times, and you did not need her on top of you before getting some food inside you first.

Not looking where you were going, you rubbed your eyes and made your way to the kitchen. Right before you made it, something made you stop. Heart hammering as you turned around, you saw both of your moms smirking at you. “What’s the matter, baby? Surprised to see us?”

Your mind could not make out a complete sentence. How much did they hear? Their smirks told you everything you needed to know, and right at this moment, Kate made her way up behind you.

“Babe, what’s for lunch? I want to go for round eight as soon as –,” Kate stopped when she caught sight of your moms. Nat gave Kate a look that could kill, while Wanda had to hide her mouth behind her hand to keep from laughing.

Finally, Wanda broke the silence and gestured for you to sit down. “Why don’t we sit down together while we wait for the food to arrive? I think we have a lot to talk about.”

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y/n: castaways we are castaways-

tony: can you stop we are literally at sharons funeral

y/n:

tony:

y/n: passedaways she has passedaway-

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Innocent

Summary: Reader is the innocent one in the group and Draco certainly likes it a lot ;)

Pairing: Dom!Draco Malfoy x Sub!Reader

Warnings: smutty!

Should I make it into a short series? Comment :)

"My turn!" Pansy squealed before grabbing the bottle as the sign that it was her turn to ask a question.

"Do you prefer innocent or experienced girls?" she said biting her lip a little while looking at Blaise who avoided her hungry eyes focusing on answering the question and not getting hard.

"Experienced" Blaise, Theo, and Enzo said together and Y/N felt some nervousness rise in her stomach when the blond haired guy sitting across from her didn't join the group answer.

"What about you Draco?" Pansy asked as he broke his eyes away from her body that he was scanning shamelessly for the past few minutes.

"Definitely innocent" he said the last bit rolling from his tongue like the most delicious poison and she felt her stomach twist and turn after hearing his answer.

"Really mate!?" the boys asked while Pansy nudged me a little when he wasn't looking giving me a side smirk that only made me blush more.

"Yeah, there is just something special when an innocent girl lets you do things to her...when she trusts you enough to take control of her body to make her feel good...when you feel her spread apart around you while shyly fighting back the urge to moan because she is too embarrassed to....when she let's you spoil her afterwards...and trust me on this, the innocent girls are the hottest in bed" as he spoke his eyes never left hers and she felt herself getting wet just from the sound of his voice her cheeks changing the shades of red.

"I suppose..." Theo said and Draco smirked seeing Y/N shift uncomfortably in her seat before deciding to show his friends just what he means.

"Let me show you what I mean, Y/N could you come here for me?" he said and she felt her heart race at the sound of her name before exchanging the looks with Pansy who was smirking.

She looked back at Draco's cold blue eyes before nodding her head shyly walking towards the blond who was sitting on the leather sofa.

"Come here, precious" he said placing his large hands around her waist before pulling her to sit on his lap his eyes never leaving her dark ones.

She was just sitting there quietly not really knowing what to say or how to act but her body certainly didn't mind the attention it was receiving from the Slytherin Prince at the moment.

He moved a strand of her hair from her face before his hands were placed on her head gently stroking while making her look at him again her cheeks turning a bright shade of red at his smirking face.

He moved her head forwards letting their foreheads touch that contact alone making her body feel good as her hands instinctively went to hold onto his white shirt.

"How are you feeling precious?" Draco spoke lowly as his lips met each cheek before resting his forehead against hers again. His hands massaged her hips slowly as she felt herself growing needy for more of his touch.

"I'm fine..." she whispered on a verge of whimpering at how good his massage felt in that moment and he seemed to immediately notice her little struggle.

"Are you a good girl, precious?" he said into her neck his lips grazing the skin softly and without taking a second to think before responding she did what naturally came to her.

"Yes, sir..." she said feeling herself get more embarrassed so she decided to hide her now completely red face in the crook of Draco's neck as he smirked proudly.

"Yeah, yeah we get it! Snogg already! " Blaise said smirking at Draco who was holding you tightly on his lap while everyone else moved closer to the big screen to play the movie.

The next day, they all went to Hogsmede together happy to finally have a day off from classes. Y/N was buying some sweets when suddenly she felt someone's cold breath on her exposed neck sending a shiver down her sine. By the smell of the signature luxury cologne she immediately recognized who was tailing her.

"Come with me, precious.." he whispered taking her wrist and pulling her into the empty alley before making her back hit the stone cold wall his arms resting on each side of her face.

"They are going to look for us..." she said shyly looking anywhere but Draco's eyes trying to ignore the fact that his lips were only inches away form her own.

"I can't stop thinking about having you on my lap making you call me 'sir'...I want to hear you say it again" he spoke lowly and she felt her heard race at his words becoming more embarrassed at the thought of the situation that happened a few nights ago.

He noticed her now completely red cheeks which he found utterly amusing so he raised her chin making their eyes met before his gaze was rested on her partner lips.

"Good girl does what she is told, precious..."he spoke his eyes not leaving her lips as she gulped feeling herself et both nervous and excited at his request.

"We should go back, sir..." she whispered the last part and he groaned from the way in left her lips perfectly just for his ears. He moved his nose in the crook of her neck taking in her sweet scent when their friends interrupted again making Draco groan in frustration.

"Bloody hell!" he said to the boys when she grabbed Pansy's hand walking away and they chuckled tapping his shoulders.

The next evening, Y/N was laying asleep in the common room book still in her hands her school skirt raised up a little bit. Draco approached her slowly while scanning her body and his eyes took their time to carefully observe her little thighs.

He sat down smirking a little to himself when she didn't wake up before his hands started gently touching her thighs. His cold touch made her stir a little but continue to sleep nevertheless.

Only when his lips met the hot skin did a little whimper leave her mouth as her heavy eyes opened slowly adjusting to the light.

"D..Draco? What?" she mumbled her face completely red at the sight of his hands holding her things as his lips caressed them.

"Shhh little one, we don't want anybody to hear us" he whispered and she gulped when he started raising her skirt higher smirking a little at the sight of her pink knickers.

"You are gonna be the death of me princess" he spoke with a groan before his chin rested on top of her bloated clit adding just enough pressure to make her go weak.

"D..Draco" she said fighting back an urge to moan which he found that much more arousing but he wanted to hear he beg for it.

"What is it precious? Does my good girl want to be bad?" he teased and she grew even more embarrassed at his dirty talk but menage to nodding her head.

"My little angel wants me to make her a naughty girl, hm?" he said now his hands slowly pulling down her knicker before blowing hot air directly at her needy core.

"Please..."she whimpered quietly unable to hold it back any longer.

"Please what, precious?" Draco smirked waiting to her that special word love her lips again.

"Please, sir.." she said and he smiled kissing her lips passionately while his hand skillfully rubbed her slit making her mind go blank in ecstatic feeling.

"Does that feel good baby? Hm, is daddy making you see starts already?" Draco spoke into her ear and she felt herself getting closer to her high.

"Uh daddy..." was all she said and he added another finger making her moan loudly surprising herself as her head hid into his chest from embarrassment but he cherished it.

She shook underneath his touch as her high washed over her and Draco smirked proud of his accomplishments before carrying her to his dorm to give her proper after care.

He laid her onto his comfortable bed and she hid her face into his pillow which smelled so strongly of him.He Brough a washing cloth cleaning her up before taking off her uniform replacing it with one fo his shirts and boxers.

"That's better" he said before laying down beside her trying to get her to stop hiding her gorgeous face from him butte was way too embarrassed.

"You did so good, precious. No need to hide from me" he said rubbing her hips softly and she slowly raised her head form the pillows giving him an innocent gaze.

"Really?" she said hopeful and he smiled making her relax a bit while nodding his head.

"Yeah, you are MY good girl aren't you?" he said and she happily nodded moving closer to him nuzzling her head into the crook of his neck.

"Are you gonna teach me more?" she said and that made Draco smirk widely before kissing the top of her head.

"I'm gonna teach you all of it, don't worry love...you are only mine" he said and she felt her cheeks redden at his possessive tone but she felt comfortable in his embrace feeling safe and peaceful.

Enemy [D.M.]

A/N: I get so much inspo from Dani and Nani tbh, but this is for @silverdelirium 🤍

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!virgin!reader

Words: 3.1k

Summary: kinda based on this. Enemy Draco fucking virgin reader, leaving her to slip into sub space.

Warnings: NSFW! (+16), virgin reader, dub con, daddy kink, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, oral (f receiving), sub space, choking, crying. Lmk if I missed anything.

The breath was knocked slightly out of you as your body bumped against the side of the tall figure walking in the opposite direction to you. A scowl decorated his face and an annoyed grunt left his lips.

“Watch where you’re going, y/l/n,” he growled, stopping in his tracks to turn towards you.

“Oh, Malfoy, didn’t see you there,” you smirked, angling your head up to look at him as he stepped closer.

“You better watch yourself.”

Your smirk only grew, your bodies so close your chests were practically touching.

“What're you gonna do, huh? Tell your father I bumped into you,” you poked, playing with fire. You knew you’d struck something by the way his eyes blazed and nostrils flared.

A small smirk twitched on his lips, “y/l/n, I’d advise you to shut that little mouth of yours.”

The electricity buzzed all around you, the silence bouncing on the walls of the empty corridor as you stared into his grey stormy eyes.

“Make me,” you whispered smugly.

Draco closed his eyes, shaking his head, “that’s it.”

Before you could process what was happening, Draco had your arm in his grasp hauling you with him. You were pushed into a dusty broom cupboard, one abandoned by Filch many years ago.

Draco shut the door firmly behind him, pushing your body against the dusty wall, pressing himself up against you.

“What're you doing?” you asked, voice strained as you were pressed against the wall.

“Teaching a slutty little brat a lesson.”

You gasped as Draco’s hand snaked around your body, grasping your throat with his large hand, squeezing just enough for it to be felt.

He used his free hand to flip up your skirt, landing a harsh smack right on the smooth flesh.

“Ow, Malfoy!” you tried turning your head, but he only squeezed your throat tighter.

“Shut your mouth, stupid brat…- and you’ll address me as daddy, you got that?”

You tried straining, but to no avail.

“I said, you got that?” he growled right by your ear, pinching your thigh.

“Yes,” you breathed out shakily.

“Yes, what?”

You shut your eyes, “yes, daddy.”

Draco let out a pleased hum, moving your lace panties to the side and running a finger through your folds without warning.

“Such a fucking slut, all wet from being pressed against a wall,” he chuckled sadistically.

Nerves ran through your body and mind, your mouth shut quiet as you listened to the zip of Draco’s school trousers and the clinking of his belt. You let out another gasp as you felt something run through your folds once more before prodding at your entrance.

The nerves clouded your mind and your body tensed right as he pushed into you in one swift motion.

“Ow, Daddy,” you whimpered, knuckles turning white as they balled against the wall.

“Aww, can your slutty little cunt not handle it?” he cooed mockingly.

He thrust his hips against yours, fast deep strokes that hit spots within you, you didn’t know existed.

“Not so smart are you now,” Draco smirked, pulling your head against his shoulder as he kept rutting into you.

You shook your head, the pain bleeding into pleasure and a buzz ringing through your mind.

Draco just laughed, squeezing your throat.

“It hasn’t even been ten minutes and you’re already fucked dumb, dirty little slut.”

You could only moan in response, mouth open and slack as he kept moving his hips against your bottom.

His free hand moved over the front of your body, landing inside your panties; his finger found your clit, rubbing circles on the sensitive nub. You jumped at the friction, a whimper tore from your throat and your cunt squeezed around Draco’s cock.

“Daddy, feels weird in my tummy,” you whined, Draco’s fingers speeding up on your clit.

“Such a greedy fucking slut…- cum around my cock then,” Draco grunted, voice strained as he neared his release.

Your legs shook and your body stiffened as you tumbled over the edge, pushed by Draco’s hard thrusts into you. Your knees buckled, but his grip on you kept you up against him, your chest pushed into the wall.

“Can’t even stand by yourself, ‘s fucking pathetic,” Draco growled, his grip on you tight.

With a few more thrusts Draco stilled, filling you up, letting out an outright pornographic groan.

You tried catching your breath, eyes closed and mind fogging like a windshield. It crept its way up your body, filling your mind with static, leaving you unable to focus on anything but Draco and his cock still within you.

He gave your parted lips a peck before patting your cheek and pulling out; a whimper was pulled from your lips, your body stiff in place. Draco moved your panties back over your cunt, keeping in your mixed releases, patting your bum.

“That should keep you in check,” he murmured with a smirk, pleased to watch you speechless, struggling on shaky legs to turn around.

He tucked himself away, giving you a quick look before he left.

You were so confused and out of it, heart stinging as you watched the door close behind him - you felt so useless and used.

.

The static never left, it trailed after you, making everything impossible to hear. A couple of your friends had tried talking to you, but nothing could break you out of the mindset you were in; your friends didn’t think much of it, you just seemed distracted, your eyes slightly out of focus. You didn’t see Draco for most of the day. Your mind was fuzzy, but all of his words still played on repeat, plus a nagging voice that told you, that you needed to find him, to be close to him - you craved him.

Draco watched you, books in your grasp as you made your way down the same corridor as before. You hadn’t seen him, you looked lost and confused, walking without a real destination. Draco smirked slightly, even if confusion did spark within him; you hadn’t even looked at him or acknowledged him, he knew that you were supposed to hate each other, but that didn’t mean ignoring each other.

As your figure grew closer, he moved slightly onto the opposite side of the hallway, so when you eventually went to pass one another he bumped purposely into you. What he didn’t expect was with so much static rummaging through your mind your balance wasn’t fully functional and you lost your footing. The books you held scattered around you as you landed on the ground with a ‘thud’. Your eyes widened and you looked around confused, that was until your eyes landed on Draco, stopped in his tracks, his eyes as wide as yours. At this particular moment, your brain couldn’t piece together why he would be so mean to you, your emotions running at an all-time high.

Draco internally panicked as he saw the tears well up in your eyes, your chin wobbling as you curled in on yourself. Luckily the hallway had been relatively empty, except for the odd student here and there, but that didn’t stop him from quickly walking to your side, crouching down to where you sat on the ground.

“Why are you crying?” he asked softly, instantly recognizing the out of focus look in your eyes, cursing himself for not noticing it before.

You sniffled, looking away from his face, “you’re mean.”

Draco let out a sigh, collecting the books around you and dumping them in his bag, “I know, darling… I know.”

The tears flowed freely down the apples of your cheeks, running down your neck wetting the top of your school shirt. Draco picked up your bag along with his own, hooking his hands under your arms to help you stand.

“Let’s go, love,” Draco said softly, snaking his hand around your waist to lead you toward the dungeon, to his dorm.

You pouted, but followed along with him, ignoring the weird stares you got from your fellow students.

“You’re so mean to me,” you whimpered meekly.

Draco squeezed your waist, holding in a chuckle, “I’m sorry…- but, darling, you’re just as mean.”

You gasped, tears welling up in your eyes once more, “I’m sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“No need for tears, princess.”

He shut the door to his dorm, leading you over to his bed, letting you sit before kneeling in front of you, using his thumb to wipe the tears from your cheeks.

“We’re always mean to each other… - it’s just for fun,” Draco explained, trying to ease your mind.

You shook your head, “no, I hate it when you’re mean to me…- I just wanna be good for you.”

“Oh, darling girl, you were so good for me,” Draco said, a sympathetic look on his face as he helped your stand.

“- let’s take a bath, yeah?”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the bathroom. You sat on the countertop in silence, watching as Draco filled the tub, putting expensive bath salts and soaps in the warm water.

He helped strip you of your clothing, touching you with gentle hands; his hands trailed up your sides, touching you as if you were made of glass, ready to shatter in his hands any second.

You let out a soft whine as you descended into the tub, the warm water scolding on your cold skin, “ow, too hot, daddy.”

“Shh, baby…- just gotta get used to it,” Draco shushed as he helped lower you until you were properly seated.

You sat silently as Draco washed your hair and body, making sure you were clean and taken care of. You could feel the staticky fuzz in your brain starting to clear, a warm feeling spreading through you as you watched Draco care for you. He went to fetch you a glass of water, making sure you finished the whole thing, smiling proudly as you did.

He stood with a towel open for you, wrapping it around your body, hugging you close. You shut your eyes, breathing in his scent, letting him dry and warm your body.

Draco led you back to his room, finding you a pair of his boxers and one of his t-shirts, dressing you carefully.

His hands cupped your face, forcing your gaze upon him. His eyes searched yours, looking for any sign that you were still out of it.

“You tired, baby?” he whispered.

You nodded the best you could with your face in his grasp. Draco hummed in acknowledgement, leading you to his bed, drawing the covers for him to get under, pulling you with him. He laid you almost completely on top of his chest, rubbing your back as he felt you relax against him.

“Thank you, Draco,” you whispered.

Draco chuckled lightly, “it’s no problem…- do you always get all fuzzy after sex?”

“I-I…- I wouldn’t know,” you mumbled.

Draco’s movements on your back stopped, his hand frozen in place as he processed your words. He could feel his heart cracking in his chest as he came to the realization; you let him use you, take you.

“What?” Draco asked lowly, using his free hand to angle your face up, forcing you to meet his eye.

“You… Uhm… today was m-my first time.”

The confirmation fully shattered his heart, his eyes softened, but he was lost for words, just staring at you in disbelief.

“It’s okay, Draco,” you reassured, but he shook his head.

“No, it’s not… I’m sorry, it’s not supposed to be like that… if I would’ve known I wouldn’t have done it like that… you- you deserve better than that… better than a filthy broom cupboard,” Draco stuttered, rambling and tripping over his words, guilt swimming in his gut.

You grasped his hand that held your cheek, giving it a small squeeze, “but at least it was you,” you smiled softly.

Draco’s heart melted, confused by your words, yet they made perfect sense.

“Darling girl,” he cooed, stroking your cheek softly as thoughts raced through his mind.

It looked like he was thinking things over, finally coming to a decision before leaning his head down to connect your lips, much to your surprise. You let out a sigh as you relaxed into the kiss; the kiss was soft and gentle, a stark contrast to the last time. Draco’s lips moved gently against yours, treating you with the utmost care. His tongue slid into your mouth, moving with yours softly. He grasped your waist to pull you fully on top of him to straddle his hips.

“Let me take care of you,” Draco whispered breathily against your lips.

“Okay,” you nodded, holding onto his shoulder as he held your hips.

He reconnected your lips, using his grip on your hips to help move you, grinding you against him. You let out a shaky breath into his mouth, a small whine tore from your throat as the friction cursed through your body.

“There we go, baby,” he praised, his grip tightening, moving you faster.

In one swift motion, he had flipped you around, laying on top of you between your legs, grinding his hips into yours.

Draco’s hands slid along your body, stopping at the hem of your t-shirt, sliding it off you with skilled hands.

The shirt slid off your figure and just a minute later his boxers you were wearing joined, strewn on the floor carelessly as Draco’s hands kept exploring every inch of your body. His touch left tingles in their wake and you couldn’t help the small whines that escaped your lips, desperate for him to touch you more, to feel you.

He took his time, kissing your face, your neck and down your body slowly, worshipping every inch of you.

You whined when he gently kissed the inside of your thighs, the anticipation built up in you and he smirked, his chest swelling with pride at the state of you.

“Just relax, sweetheart… gonna make you feel good,” he mumbled softly before he attached his mouth to your weeping cunt.

Your whole body twitched back arching and a long moan tore from deep within your chest. You curled your fingers into the green sheets that adorned Draco’s four-poster bed, his tongue lapping away, producing wet sounds echoing throughout the prefects' dorm.

“Mmm, Draco, feels so good,” you whimpered.

Draco kept his eyes on your face, enjoying the way your eyes shut in pleasure and your mouth stood slightly agape. He smirked as your hips started grinding against his mouth, the pleasurable peak building up in your abdomen.

“Tastes so good, sweetheart,” he replied, voice muffled by your cunt.

His fingers dug into your hips, caressing them with his thumps softly as he let you grind against him; your movements turned more frantic and less rhythmic the closer you came to your release.

You couldn’t have held back if you tried, Draco’s tongue on your clit was what pushed you over the edge. Your right hand gripped Draco’s, squeezing it as you came. He used his tongue to work you through your release, revelling in the way you tensed and your body shook from the stimulation.

Draco parted with your cunt, a smile on his face as he wiped the slick from his chin with his free hand, cleaning it off his fingers with a smack of his lips.

He crawled over you, moving your hand with his to lay beside your head, leaning down to peck your lips.

“Think you can take one more, princess?”

You nodded, using your free hand to caress his cheek, leaving a gentle smile on his face.

“Good girl,” he hummed.

He quickly kicked off his boxers, only disconnecting your hands for a moment to remove his shirt before it was interlaced with yours once more.

Before he prepared himself to push into you, he grabbed a pillow from the headboard, tapping your hips for you to lift, placing the pillow under you. He smiled a pleased smile, checking that you were comfortable before he gently ran his tip through your folds, using your arousal as lubrication.

You both let out simultaneous gasps as he pushed in, the pleasure much better than before, but a slight burn still lingered from the stretch. You whined at the intrusion, your eyes shutting.

“Hey hey, sweetheart, look at me… good job… kiss me,” Draco soothed, leaning down to connect your lips to distract you from the slight discomfort - something he wished he’d done before.

You squeezed his hand and whimpered into the kiss, letting the pain turn to pleasure as Draco bottomed out in you, stilling for you to adjust.

After your nod of consent, he began moving his hips, thrusting into you with care and determination.

“Pretty angel,” he whispered, face hovering above yours.

You only moaned softly in response, your brain shutting down, the only thing occupying your thoughts being the feel of Draco’s cock dragging against the walls of your cunt.

Draco’s pubic bone dragged against your already sensitive clit, leaving your brain numb with the pleasure from the overstimulation.

The level of your noises increased with every snap of his hips against yours and your eyes fluttered, yet you desperately tried to keep them open.

“You’re close, baby…- just let go, cum for me,” Draco spoke softly, squeezing your hand and leaning down to meet your lips in a loving kiss.

You tried reciprocating the kiss as best as you could, interrupted now and again by a moan. It only took a couple of more strokes for you to fall over the edge, your free hand reaching up to grasp Draco’s bicep; your nails dug into his flesh as your body tensed, squeezing around his cock.

“Fuck fuck fuck, Draco,” you moaned and whimpered, lips brushing against his.

Draco smiled, his thrusts faster, seconds away from reaching his peak, “gonna cum.”

You whimpered, squeezing Draco’s hand, “please, inside me… need it.”

Draco chuckled lowly, releasing a grunt as he reconnected your lips. You moaned, feeling warmth fill you, Draco’s hips stilled flush against yours. You could’ve cum again just listening to the deep moaning grunts he produced, his body close and connected with yours as if you would disappear if he didn’t stay close.

“I’m sorry,” he panted, voice just above a whisper.

You pecked his lips, moving your free hand up to caress his face, “it’s okay, Draco.”

He watched you, his face twisted as he was considering something, hesitating.

“You hate it when I’m mean to you?”

You were slightly taken aback by the question, his softening cock still inside you.

You nodded softly, “but it was the only way to get you to talk to me…- or notice me,” you blushed, embarrassed by your confession.

Draco’s face softened, even more, something unreadable flashing in his eyes, “pretty baby, that’s not true,” he cooed.

You smiled softly, “maybe we can talk about this when you’re not still inside me.”

Draco laughed, a genuine laugh, “of course, darling… let’s get you cleaned up.”

🦋- sub!james creaming his pants in class ugh

"My poor baby looks like you're having a hard time there" You teased, your palm pressing down on his clothed erection as the professor droned on about the lesson.

"Can't take it anymore mommy..." James shook his head, closing his eyes as he unconsciously bucked his hips up to the warmth of your palm. "...'m gonna cum if y'dont stop"

You watched him, smiling as he tried his best to contain his moans "You're not gonna cum cause you're a good boy" You whispered, your fingers tracing the outline of his bulge "You are my good boy aren't you?"

James shifted his gaze towards you, tuning everything out around him "But I can't hold it–" He whined, focusing his gaze on you and only you.

"Then what are you? A bad boy?" You asked, your fingers slipping through to undo his button, pulling down his zipper to further tease him.

"N-No mommy 'm your g-good boy" His left hand gripped the table as his right moved to stop your hand. "Don't wanna be a bad boy– please mommy" You brushed his hand away, continuing to palm him through his boxers.

"Then don't cum" Your words seem to fade as he gripped your hands again, his lips parting as he shuts his eyes, bucking his hips up to your balmy palm.

You could feel the wet patch forming under your palm, seeping through his boxers as it dampened your hand. ""M sorry m-mommy" He whispers as he watched your flat expression, still holding on to your hand as more of his thick cum spurted out into his pants.

"'M a good boy, a good boy I promise" He whined, finally coming down from his high, his chest heaving as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.

"Good boys listen to their mommies, you better enjoy that because that is the last time 'm making you cum this week"

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Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited. 

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3 

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❦ pairings: jo march x fem!reader

❦ warnings: SMUT (fingering, kinda edging, dom!reader & sub!jo), kinda angst, argument, reader's internalized homophobia (i think????), making out, swearing

❦ summary: jo march doesn't want to be only your best friend.

❦ word count: 1,4k

❦ a/n: not my gif. don't read this if you're uncomfortable.

you sighed at the feeling of your body hitting the matress of jo's bed. you were exhausted from all the dancing on meg's wedding so words couldn't describe how happy you were to finally be able to relax. well, almost relax.

jo was upset and you couldn't put a finger on why was that. she seemed to be so cheerful earlier this day, dancing and talking to people she had never met before. the last time you saw her before leaving to march's house was when she was leaving somewhere with theodore laurence. after like a half an hour later she returned. from that moment, you were convinced that something was bothering her. you swore that if that laurence guy did something to jo, which she didn't like, he will lose the ability of having children. and you'd be the cause of it.

"what happened, jo?" you asked for the milionth time that evening, now determined that if she responded with 'nothing', you wouldn't let her be.

"i already told you, y/n. it's–"

"stop it, josephine," you cut her off with an angry tone before she could finish the sentence you didn't take as an answer. "something clearly made you upset and i would like to know what is it. you're my best friend and i care about you."

jo scoffed at the word 'best friend', but you brushed it off.

"teddy and i had a fight," she finally answered, placing her head on your lap and you raised your eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. but she didn't.

"do you want me to punch him?" you joked, running your hand through her blonde locks you loved so much.

"no," jo shook her head, laughing. she bit her lip, searching for her next words. "it wasn't his fault, really. i hurt him and now i feel guilty even though i did the right thing."

"what happened?"

your best friend sighed. "well, he told me he loves me and i didn't say it back. if i did, i would be lying and than we would be in a relationship that wouldn't be fair neither for him or me. it may not seem like that to him, but it was the right thing to do and i'm sure he'll understand."

"yeah, don't worry, he will." you nodded. "although i'll admit you surprised me. all this time i thought you were in love with him. like juliet was in love with romeo."

jo closed her eyes in fear of your reaction of what she was about to say. "perhaps," she paused, taking a deap breath. "perhaps juliet doesn't want romeo. maybe juliet wants juliet," she said, looking up at you, waiting for you to get it.

you glanced down at her. a second later, your eyes widened as you shook your head, your lip shaking slightly. "no, jo, no."

"why not?" she questioned, lifting her head from your lap, giving you the opportunity to stood up.

and you did. your face was now in your hands as you paced around her room. "you wouldn't understand."

"you don't know that," she spoke and stood up from her bed.

"this whole time i thought you do not have any romantic feelings towards me and i was more than glad for that. but now i know you love me, it changes so many things, because when i thought you don't, i knew i had absolutely no chance with you and i was fine with that because my parents would murder me if they found out i love and date a woman. but now i know you love me and i won't be able to stay away from you because– fuck, josephine march, just stop loving me!"

"then stop being so loveable!" she said, her voice rising its volume.

"no! you stop being so poetic and making characters in your stories that obviously resemble me!"

"how can i when you are constantly on my mind even when i write?" she took a step closer to you. "i then end up pointing out your beautiful e/c eyes that i could describe in thousands of words and your h/c hair that i love running my hand through." she gave you that look you now knew what it meant.

"stop looking at me like i'm the only woman in the world." tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

jo grabbed your wrists. "but you are, y/n. you are the only woman — only person that i could ever love."

you pulled out your wrists out of jo's grip. "you don't love me jo. you can't."

"you're right," she paused. "i don't love you. i'm irrevocably and unshamefully in love with you. and i know you love— you are in love with me."

"i am," you said, making the gap between you two smaller. "but the society won't let us be happy. perhaps if i was born as a man, everything would be different."

"if you were a man, i wouldn't have any attraction towards you."

"right," you laughed, wiping your tears.

suddenly, jo's forehead was touching yours. you could feel her hot breath against your face.

"kiss me," you blurted out, making her smile. jo leaned and pressed her her lips against yours. the kiss felt so right and good as if your lips were made for each other.

your mouth not leaving hers, you were walking forward towards the bed, pushing jo on the mattres when the back of jo's legs reached it.

jo smirked at you and fell on the bed, she placed her hands under her head as you straddled her, your legs on each side of her hips.

you were feeling quite dominantly at the moment, so you placed your palms on hers, interwining your fingers with her.

you kissed her one more time on lips before making your way with yours to her jawline and then neck, making her sigh in pleasure.

"you're making me to have unholy thoughts about you, miss y/l/n." jo arched her back when you reached her shoulder with your lips.

you smiled at her confession and lifted your head from the crook of her neck where you made a hickey. "did you think about me a lot?" you asked with a smirk as your hand travelled between her legs, stroking her thighs. her breath hitched and you chuckled, watching her in amusement. "answer me, love."

"yes, i- i did. . ." even when the light wasn't the best, you could see blush appearing on her cheeks.

you smiled, your hand now being very closely to her pussy that you could feel warmness radiating for it.

jo bucked her hips into your hand when your thumb began to make circles on your clit, your other two fingers teasing her wet entrance.

without a warning, you pushed your fingers inside of her, making her groan loudly. jo put her hand on her mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure but you slapped her thigh, causing her to whine.

"i need to hear you, josephine. don't try to hold your pretty moans back," you ordered her and she nodded quickly.

you moved your fingers out and inside of her quickly, the soft pad of your thumb rubbing her clit gently.

jo looked beautiful as always. her hair was wildly spreaded across her bed, her were eyes shut tightly from the pleasure you were causing to her as her mouth was wide open, groans escaping it.

her walls were pulsing around your finger, squeezing it tightly for dear life, signalizing she was close to her high.

"i'm gonna-"

"no," you said harshly. "hold it."

jo whined at your words. "i can't," she cried out, the bedsheets in her fists.

"yes, you can."

moments later, you felt as if the edging was already enough, considering the fact that jo was now a crying mess, that was begging you to let her cum.

"let go," you said softly as her thighs shook. as much as you loved hearing her how much you make her feel good, you covered her mouth with your hand, quieting her moans.

after she calmed down and caught her breath, you lied down beside her and sucked your fingers which were full of jo's juices.

jo chuckled at you breathlessly, lying her head on your chest as you ran your hand through her hair.

what an amazing night that was.

cute omg

My Godson Our Godson

Sirius x Reader

Summary: After y/n’s older brother James and his wife Lily are murdered. Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban for giving their location Voldemort. Y/N is left to raise Harry, alone. Now that Sirius is free, he wants to be part of Harry’s life…and to set the record straight with y/n. Who he’s still madly in love with.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, betrayal, lovers to enemies to lovers, and some good old smut.

Words: 2.8k+

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You’re nineteen years old. Just turned, to be precise, when your older brother James and his wife Lily are killed. Murdered by Lord Voldemort, and Sirius Black was the one to betray them.

The first night is the worst. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall arrive at your doorstep. Delivering the news along with your nephew, Harry. Who is little more than a year old.

“Lily was pregnant.” You say, not because it changes anything. But because someone should know, someone besides you and…that traitor who got them killed. So you don’t have to carry it around like an ugly secret.

“I’m very sorry y/n.” McGonagall rests a hand on your shoulder. “Seeing as both sets of grandparents are deceased, you are next of kin, along with Lily’s sister Petunia. But seeing as you are also named godmother-“

“I’ll take him.” You say firmly. “I’ll take care of Harry.”

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i apologize

Incel Tomura

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

PAIRING: Incel!Shigaraki x egirl!reader

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

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AS ALWAYS MY FICS ARE STRICTLY 18+

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hiii, i think your requets are open so i would like to request a fic after hogwarts where draco and (reader) are married and maybe have a child, and draco is a professor at hogwarts. He sees his students and maybe he wants to feel young so he fucks one of his students (of legal age) and his wife finds out :(

Betrayal.

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draco malfoy x reader | angst | JUST ANGST |

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

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

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

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

Dear Y/n,

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

Love,

Draco.

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

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

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

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

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

“draco?”

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

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

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

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

“no! y/n!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

the dream from last night replaying inside his head.

he quickly pulled himself away from her making her confused.

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

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

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

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

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

“draco?”. “daddy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“i’ll keep you updated on scorpius.”

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

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THE ANGSTT✝️

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

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

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

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

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

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

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

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

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

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

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

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

"Let's get you a drink." 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

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

Sirius nodded.

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

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

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

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Part 2

Masterlist

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If my mutuals can’t rb this then we can’t be mutuals

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

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CEO!Wanda Maximoff x Reader - 'Resigned Position' Series Masterlist

Summary: You drink too much and insult your boss in the middle of a bar during a company social gathering. But surprisingly, you wake up in her bed. Following the events of not sleeping with your boss, falling in love with her, or threatening a harassment report. Not necessarily in that order.

Warnings: (+18), sexual themes, Dom!Wanda (mostly), Brat!Reader, Unspecified age gap (Milf Wanda/Reader in her mid-20s), explicit language, angst at some points but with happy ending I promise, mutual pining, enemies to lovers, coworkers, semi-public, mentions of violence and (past) toxic relationships. || More warnings and words per chapter.

All Works Masterlist || AO3

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Resigned Position - Chapters List

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

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A/N> Originally planned as a one-shot, here I am starting a series. We're all sinners on our knees to dominant Milf Wanda, and I can't say I'm sorry. This story is basically porn with a lot of plot (because I have to live up to my demisexuality), but in general, don't expect any major points or moral lessons. It's all about Wanda in a suit telling us what to do. I've got a few chapters ready, but as of next week I'm covering a colleague's vacation, so don't expect any quick updates. But good reading!

cute

Mommy's Milk ~VH

warnings: dad!vinnie, nipple play, tantrum (child.) request; can you do one where y/n and vinnie have a son that is two years old and him and vinnie always fight over her boobs a/n: changed the age to 4 years old

You giggled, "Vinnie!!" he was chasing you down the hall way as you ran to your shared room of your house. You had moved out of the Hype House when you had gotten pregnant with his child and now you have a four year old son named Matthew. You were wearing one of his shirts and nothing underneath as he chased after you. You had slapped his ass in the kitchen and he was trying to get you back but you ran away. You got to your room and turned around and looked at him as you back up into the bed, letting your legs hit it as you giggled. He walked up to you and smiled as he tackled you onto the bed. You giggled up at him and pulled him down for a kiss. He kissed you back and smiled into the kiss.

He pulled away and smiled, "How much time do we have until Matthew wakes up?"

"Uhm, fifteen minutes I think." you blushed at him.

"Perfect." he takes off your shirt which left you completely naked. He stared at your tits as they were perfectly round and your nipples got hard from the coldness. He leaned down and sucked on your left nipple, he took your right boob into his hand and massaged it. You moaned softly biting your lip closing your eyes.

"So good baby." you moaned as he pulled off your nipple and teasingly licked it. He moved to your other nipple giving it the same treatment. He pulled off your tits and smiled at them as he took them both into his hands massaging them.

"Daddy! Stop it! Those are my boobies!" Matthew whined as he walked into the room which caused you both to jump and look over at them. Vinnie covered them with his hands as he frowns at him.

"Hey! These were mine first before you." he frowned.

You looked at Vinnie, "Don't fight with him."

Vinnie looked at you, "It's true. Before he was born, these were mine." He looked over at Matthew as he climbed up onto the bed.

"Daddy! Mine!" he goes to reach for your boob but Vinnie covers them with his arms.

"No Matthew, they are mine." Vinnie frowned at him as Matthew whined.

"Daddy! Stop!" he whined loudly looking at him, "Mommy!" he makes grabby hands towards you.

"Vin get off." you sit up and grab your shirt putting it back on and he grab Matthew sitting him on your lap. Vinnie lays down on the side of you watching you. You rubbed Matthews back as he cuddled your chest. "Matty baby, did you have a good nap?" he nodded.

"Yes mommy." He cuddled you as you lay down next to Vinnie and you rub Matthews back as you lay him down on your chest. "Mommy, i want milk." he looks up at you pouting.

"Okay, lay here-..." you went to go get up but he whines.

"No mommy from here." he points to your boobs.

You giggled and looked at Vinnie who was smiling at you, "See what you did." you looked at Matt, "Babe mommy doesn't have milk in there."

"That's my milk Matty." Vinnie says chuckling, "Daddy drank all of it."

Matthew whines and sits up on your stomach crossing his arms, "That's not fair, i want some."

"Vinnie! Matthew, mommy doesn't have any in there!" you whined pouting looking at Vinnie, "See what you did, come on."

"What? Come on it's funny. They are mine anyways." Vinnie kisses your cheek.

"You both are so annoying." you groaned.

...

You wake up in the middle of the night feeling a little cold. You look down and see both Vinnie and Matthew are resting their heads on your naked chest sleeping. Vinnie had one hand over your clothed core and his mouth was open over your tit. Matthew had his mouth on your nipple sleeping. You shook your head sighing, "Weirdos." You moved Matthew off of you and you pushed Vinnie off of you and pulled your shirt down. You turned over so your back was facing Vinnie as you cuddled into Matt pulling him close to your chest. You felt Vinnie wrap his arms around you pulling you close to his chest. He pushed his hard on against your ass as he puts his hand under your shirt squeezing your tit. He kisses your neck as you bite your lip, "Vin..."

"Shhh...let me make you feel good." he whispers in your ear as he kisses your neck more.

"But what about Matty?" you pouted looking back at Vinnie.

He groans, "Fuck fine." he cuddles you closing his eyes.

"I love you Vin."

"I love you too y/n."

a/n: sorry this was so short, i was trying my best to like not make it as sexual and shit. hope you enjoyed it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“This is not easy.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Promise?” 

“Promise.” 

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

As if that was nice. 

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

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

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

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

“Daddy, please.” 

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

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

“Turn it off.” 

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

“Please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you just-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“T-Three? Four?” 

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

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

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

“Siri’s a meanie.” 

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

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i dont like draco but this was so cute

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

THANK YOU TO @divvision FOR THE DIVIDERS! ALL CREDITS GO TO THEM!

"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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Motherly

Harry x reader

Description - Y/N loves taking care of her friends but after a night of drinking it seems like they don’t want her to. She worries that they might not want her around and panics. They ease her worries and harry has something to confess.

Word count - 4700 (my god that seems excessive)

Warnings - insecure reader, mentions of eating, female pronouns, some description of panic attack, underage drinking, maybe a little ooc for harry at the beginning. angst at the beginning but it turns into fluff. If you just want the heartbreak you could stop halfway through cause thats a mood and same.

A/N - I had to bring Luna into this because she is an angel and the love of my life. Harry is my favorite idiot and Ron is an angel. Anyway I’m done, just a notice that there is description of a mild panic attack, this is based on how they feel for me. The insecurities are also based on me. This is just to say that this in no way means that this writing is supposed to be universal and i in no way mean to offend.

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You had been taking care of Harry for as long as you had known him. When you met him on the train you realized that you wanted to protect him and keep him safe. He had already been through enough. Unfortunately, that didn’t exactly work out. Over the years you would try to help him but he inevitably found himself in deep trouble and in need of help. You were always happy to fill that role, not that you were always successful. You would do anything for him. especially once you realized that you had real and hard feelings for the young wizard. You saw him and the way he looked at other girls, you knew he didn’t like you in that way. So instead of saying anything, you just didn’t mention it and continued to give him your all.

You took care of all of your friends most of the time. You enjoyed being needed. That was why, while standing in the corner of the party, you were ready to step in to help any of your friends. There was almost always a party after every match and Harry normally got pretty wasted. You stayed sober most of the time so you could take care of your friends if you needed to. You had held Hermione’s hair back multiple times. She partied rarely but when she did it was intense. You also liked to keep your eye on Harry who would get decidedly out of it and would often find himself passed out somewhere uncomfortable or unable to keep his dinner down. You felt his eyes on you and he made his way towards you. You could tell from looking at him that he was properly wasted. He wasn’t blackout but a few more drinks and he would be. You smiled at him as brightly as you could.

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washing machine heart

ღ warnings: bad writing, that’s all.

ღ pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

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

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

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

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

“WAIT, can we shower together?”

I would probably call it a bruh moment

Wanda: We call that a traumatic event.

Wanda, turning to Natasha: Not a "bruh moment"

Wanda, turning to Yelena: Not a "major L"

Wanda, turning to Kate: And definitely not an "OOF lmao"

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A goddess

Summary: Mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!Romanoff!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha

Word count: 1328

a/n: thank you for the request! I loved writing this :) repost, tags didn’t work

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

Request: can you please do a Kate Bishop x Romanoff!Reader? Where Kate doesn't know who Reader is because she's only seen her once, so she tries to describe Reader to Clint. Then Natasha comes over and Clint is like "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter" and a little bit of mother bear!Natasha? 🥺🥺🥺 thank you, i really love your work

”Hey, Clint.” Kate walks into the common room where Clint is watching the television. “Can you help me with something.”

“Sure. What is it?”

“So, I have a crush on this girl.” Kate starts as she sits down next to Clint, letting out a sigh with a dreamy look on her face. “She is the most beautiful girl ever. Her face was like a damn painting, even though I only saw a glimpse of it, her body looked like it belonged to a goddess I should worship and my god...her ass looked great in the skirt she was wearing.” She leans against the couch, smiling at the short memory of the girl walking past her and smiling at her. “I thought I was gonna pass out when she looked at me.”

“I didn’t need to hear that.” Clint grumbles. “And that description told me absolutely nothing.”

“She was here two days ago. She was wearing a blue skirt and a white top. Her Y/H/C hair was in a braid.” Clint’s face turns into a knowing one. “Do you know her?” Kate sits straighter when she sees the look on his face.

“Oh, I know her.”

“Know who?” Natasha walks into the common room, holding a book in her hand.

Clint turns to look at her with a smirk. "Natasha, Kate was telling me about her new crush, and you should have heard how many creative words she used to describe your daughter.” Kate’s face falls and her eyes widen. “You said you wanted to worship her body, right? And what did you say about her behind?”

“What?” Natasha furrows her brows as she stares at very panicky looking Kate.

“I-“ Kate looks between the two older adults. “Natasha’s daughter?” She whispers.

“Yeah. Her name is Y/N. She was visiting Natasha two days ago.” He turns to Natasha, loving the situation. “What do you think, Nat? Should we give Kate your daughter’s number so she can do some body worshiping?”

“Absolutely not.” Natasha crosses her arms over her chest. Her glare makes Kate shrink in her seat. If she knew the unknown beauty was Natasha’s daughter she would’ve never brought it up. “I’m going to ban her from ever coming back here.” She mumbles to herself, shaking her head before walking to her room.

Clint chuckles, taking out his phone. “Here. Her number.” He shows the contact to Kate.

“Are you sure? Won’t Natasha be mad?” Kate glances at the way Natasha went to, making sure she isn’t somewhere there lurking around.

“Yes.” Clint shrugs. “But I’m her godfather, I can give her number to you. She’ll be happy.”

Kate stares at the number. “Okay.” She takes out her own phone to write it down. “You won’t tell Natasha?”

“I won’t, but when she finds out I’m not going to protect.”

“Right.” She mumbles, pressing the number to text her. “Guess I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t find out.”

After two weeks of nonstop talking and few dates, Y/N and Kate finally hanging out at the tower together as Natasha left to a three day mission yesterday. The other Avengers promised not to say anything as long as Natasha didn’t start threatening them.

They aren’t dating just yet, but they do share occasional kisses and touches between each other. Like right now, they are sitting on the common room’s couch, watching a movies together while cuddling under a blanket. Kate is holding Y/N in her arms, rubbing her side with her thumb.

“You know, I’m glad I decided to text you.” Kate mumbles.

“You almost didn’t?” Y/N turns around to see her, now sitting on her lap. Kate shakes her head, gripping onto her waist. “How come?”

“Your mom.” She scoffs as if it’s the most obvious answer.

Y/N giggles. “She can be a little overprotective, sure, but she means well. The whole process of getting me was very hard on the both of us and she just wants to make sure I’m safe.”

“I’m pretty sure she wanted to murder me.”

Y/N frowns. Her mother doesn’t know about them. She starts smirking. “Are you the reason I’m not allowed to come here without her supervision anymore?” Kate’s eyes widen as her whole face turns red. “You are!” She laughs. “What did you say? My mom said you said some disgustingly inappropriate things.”

“I- well..” Kate stammers, looking anywhere else but her. “I complimented you.” Y/N’s brow raises. It’s scary how much she looks like Natasha when doing that. “I said you ass looked great in your skirt and I wish I could worship your body.” She mumbles quietly. Y/N’s face feels warm. She looks down with a small smile. Now it’s Kate’s turn to smirk. “You would like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I wouldn’t complain.” Y/N mutters, playing with the shorter hairs in Kate’s neck.

Kate’s hands slide under her shirt, going up and down her bare skin. “Good to know.” Whispering, she starts nipping the skin of her neck, leaving little love marks there. Y/N moves her hair deeper into Kate’s hair, pushing her face closer.

“Y/N?” A voice stops them from going any further. Y/N scrambles off of Kate’s lap and the other girl turns her head around in panic. “Kate?” Natasha stares at the two with a very clear glare on her face. “What are you two doing?” She asks even though it’s very clear.

“Nothing.” They state at the same time.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay home, Y/N?”

“Well...you weren’t supposed to be home yet.” Y/N mumbles, rubbing her hands together.

“That’s your reasoning? I wasn’t supposed to come home yet?” Her pointed look moves to Kate. “And what are you doing with my daughter? I thought I made it clear I didn’t want you seeing her.”

“Mom.” Y/N walks closer to her before Kate can answer. “If it came to you nobody could see me. You’d wrap me up in bubble wrap and never let me leave.”

“I don’t see anything wrong with that.”

“I’m an adult.”

“Barely.”

“I like Kate, mom.” Y/N lets out an annoyed sigh. “Wouldn’t you rather I was with someone who is an Avenger rather than someone you don’t know?”

Natasha stays quiet as her gaze moves between the two. Kate stands up, still staying on her spot so she wouldn’t anger the older woman. “I’m sorry, Ms Romanoff. We know we should’ve told you, but we were scared.” Y/N nods. “I really do like Y/N and I wish I could keep seeing her. With your permission.” She adds quickly.

“She won’t take me away from you, mom.” Y/N gives her a small smile.

Natasha sighs. Rolling her eyes she walks up to Y/N to pull her into a tight hug. Y/N giggles and wraps her arms around her while Natasha kisses the top of her head. “If I have to see you two without your clothes on even one time, I’m kicking you both out.” She grumbles. She isn’t actually that mad or annoyed, she just wishes her daughter would be her little girl forever. “And if even one hair is out of her head I’m going to hunt you down. Do you understand, Kate?”

“Yes!” Kate nods rapidly. “I understand.”

“Good.” Natasha pulls away, holding her hands on Y/N’s cheeks. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

“We’ll talk later about the whole disobeying my rules part.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, but nods either way. “Yes, mom.” Natasha grins, giving one more kiss to her cheek before walking away. “See?” Y/N turns to Kate. “She isn’t that bad.”

Kate giggles quietly, still fearing Natasha will rip her head off if she is too loud. “I guess.” She wraps her arms around Y/N’s waist and kisses her. “You wanna continue in my room?”

“Thought you’d never ask.”

[Emma about to do something she shouldn’t do]

Ruby: I wouldn’t do that if I were you, sis.

Emma: I can do whatever the fuck I want.

Ruby: Okay

Ruby: I’m calling Regina..

Emma: no, no, no, WAIT-

Every friend group… {insp.}

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

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

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

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marauders x fem!reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You said, quickly. Too quickly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m a bit tired.” You said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Sultry | S.B

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

Summary: One argument gets a little too detailed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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i’ll be your 1-up girl

ship: kate bishop/fem!reader

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

word count: 865

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

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