HOOLLLYYYYYYY FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK (quite Literally)

much more relatable

Old Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because your parents are dead

New Disney and Pixar movies be like: you have trauma because of your parents

⋮ ⌗ ┆FA$$HION KILLA .ᐟ ( I )

— OLDER ! RICH ! SEVIKA × MODEL ! READER ( HCS ) —

౨ৎ - 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒': " was walking back home and started playing fashion killa , one of my fav songs .ᐟ.ᐟ , so why don't I put my fav things togheter ? , Sevika + rap . Here it is , should I make a part two , more domestic life ? "

𖹭 - Sevika meet you at a runaway after party, She wasn't supposed to be there, she hated those kinds of events but she came to fund a new sponsor and left with you instead.

𖹭 - You thought she was security at first... until you noticed the vintage gold Rolex, the custom cigar case, and the tailored suit.

𖹭 - You kissed her in the back garden. Lipstick on her jaw, smoke curling from her cigar, and didn't stop thinking about it for a week, that leading for a relationship barely 1 month after

𖹭 - Her credit card has no limit. But she only uses it to buy things she knows you'll forget you said you wanted, you smile like a child who just got a candy when she come home with a fur coat you watched on your phone last week and complimented it.

𖹭 - She has 2 Polaroids of you in her wallet, one of you almost glowing in the sun in the pool, smiling at her, and another of your naked after a long fuck, your hair spread on the sheets, body covered with sweat and... sticky substances, eyes shut, you dont know about the second picture.

𖹭 - Your perfume is custom. She commissioned it in Paris. The bottle's engraved with your initials and a date, her first night with you. You wear it when you want her undone.

𖹭 - She never talks to her stylists. Only yours. And only if they show her options for matching sets.

𖹭 - The first time you got cancelled after throwing a drink at the paparazzi, she brought the media not to talk about that and make people forget.

𖹭 - When you tell her you feeling with zero privacy, She start paying off paparazzi just so you can have one damn lunch in peace.

𖹭 - Her driver knows to bring you roses every Friday. Different color each week, per her order.

𖹭 - She keeps your favorite perfume in her car, your scent trailing even when you're not there.

𖹭 - Her password is your anniversary, and her wallpaper is your back in arch on the bed, naked.

𖹭 - You once fell asleep in her lap after a long show where you changed clothes at least 24 times, She didn't move for at least two hours.

𖹭 - She can't use Instagram for shit. Don’t have a pfp, bio and barely post anything, and when she does it's probably a new magazine you were. But she follows at least 10 fan pages of you.

𖹭 - She asked if you wanted kids. You said yes. She hasn't stopped looking at baby clothes since.

𖹭 - She buys you gowns you'll never wear. "For our daughter to inherit one day."

𖹭 - Your wedding? Private. Dare I say the most private of all, people just discovered when you started walking arround with a big ass ring in you finger.

𖹭 - till today, you always melt by her touch, just like the first night you both met, the night that both of your souls felt complete.

𖹭 - Since your marriage, she has always been clear that, wants to retire with you in one of her big and glamorous houses in italy

— NSFW

𖹭 - She wakes you up with her mouth. Tongue lazy between your thighs, arms wrapped under your legs. You're dazed, half-asleep, hips already rolling up. She murmurs "Good morning, baby," into your skin, like it's the most natural way to start the day.

𖹭 - She keeps a private video of you tied up, begging, overstimulated and broken from too many orgasms.

𖹭 - Morning sex with espresso breath and tangled sheets is her favorite ritual.

𖹭 - She has a breeding kink, bad. It hits her hardest after high-fashion shoots where your waist looks extra small in gowns. She'll bend you over the bed, push in deep and growl, "Should fuck a baby into you, fill this perfect little body up until it's mine forever."

𖹭 - She's fucked you on the balcony of her penthouse with people below. "Let them hear you. Let them know who fucks you like this."

𖹭 - She fucked you with her strap while holding your vibrator on your clit. Didn't let you come until you called her "Mommy" with tears in your eyes

𖹭 - She's obsessed with your womb. Presses her palm over your belly, fucks deep until she feels the bulge. "This is mine too."

𖹭 - her almost cum in her pants when you degrade yourself.

𖹭 - She fucked you so hard the bed broke. Laughed after. "Guess we need sturdier furniture for this pussy, right baby, mhm?."

𖹭 - " shhh i know baby, momma got you so fucked, dont i? Look at you... m~mhm.. fuck! u can barely speak "

𖹭 - She's sent you videos of her stroking her strap slowly. Caption being "Waiting for you."

𖹭 - She fucks you like she hates you, holds you like she'd die without you

౨ৎ - 𝐓aglist ; @prettyinpink69 , @abbysdollie , @marieeeluvsyou , @littlelovelunette , @madzorwhatever.

holy fuck

tan x reader heavy heavy smut maybe pwp 🤷🏻‍♀️

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

PLSSS 🙏🙏🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Yeah totally! I’m going through a very rough dry spell rn so I can basically only work in requests!! So keep sending them in. So sorry it took this long!!

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Seduction

Pairing: fem!reader x Tangerine.

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

Warning: smut.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

•

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

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

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

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

Oh, this would be a fun night.

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?”

If You Run, Run To Me (18+) PT. 1|2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: It’s been six months since you and your friend Natasha started sleeping together. When Natasha catches wind of your feelings for her, will she run?

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: angst, smut (thigh riding, fingering)

Natasha. Natasha. Natasha.

All your senses are taken over by the woman moving herself back and forth on your bare thigh.

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What’s a MILF?

pairing: wanda maximoff x reader

warnings: none

summary: Wanda gets called a MILF, which should be flattering, but does she know what it means?

word count: 1.6k

a/n: think of this story as a bday gift to both myself and to you guys!! hope you enjoy it :)) also this was inspired by this lovely swan queen fic! 

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

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

But it had been no less than hell.

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

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

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

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

In lesser words, Wanda Maximoff was a bitch. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Take it off slowly,” you command.

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

She unclips her bra and slips her panties off.

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

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

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

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

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

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