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Press Conference

Platonic!Marvel cast (Chris Evans, Sebastian Stan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Anthony Mackie, Tom Hiddleston) x actress!reader

Summary: When a notorious press member became too personal,your marvel family stood up for you.

The flashbulbs exploded in synchronized bursts as you entered the Endgame press conference, the air thick with anticipation. You, the newest member of the MCU family, were the talk of the town, and tonight, all eyes were on you.

The lights dimmed, a hush fell over the packed auditorium. All eyes swivelled towards the entrance as the press conference host boomed, "Let's give a warm welcome to Y/N L/N, our newest addition to the Marvel Cinematic Universe!"

Chris Evans, seated beside Benedict Cumberbatch, couldn't help but steal a glance, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. Sebastian Stan, across from him, mirrored the sentiment, his gaze lingering a beat longer. Tom Hiddleston, ever the gentleman, offered a small, knowing nod, while Anthony Mackie, your on-screen partner, winked playfully, muttering, "Ready to steal the show, Y/N?"

After introductions and greetings, everyone settled into their assigned sofas, you positioned amongst the Avengers heartthrobs. The press conference began, questions flying thick and fast, your name met with excited murmurs and camera clicks.

You settled onto your designated sofa, a nervous flutter in your stomach. But as the press conference began, you found your rhythm, your wit and intelligence shining through your responses. Your laughter filled the room, captivating not just the audience, but also the men around you.

Their gazes, once discreet, became bolder. Chris leaned in, his smile widening with every insightful point you made. Benedict chuckled at your witty retort, his eyes sparkling with appreciation. Sebastian's lips twitched, and Tom offered a thumbs-up, his smile tinged with a hint of something deeper. Even Anthony, usually the joker, seemed captivated, his gaze lingering on you with newfound respect.

Then, the atmosphere shifted. A reporter, notorious for his inappropriate remarks, directed his attention solely at you, his motives seemingly more personal than professional, began peppering you with flirtatious questions, his gaze lingering a little too long on your figure. The room grew tense, and you could sense a change in your fellow MCU stars. Chris's normally relaxed posture stiffened, his jaw clenching imperceptibly. Sebastian's smile vanished, replaced by a steely glint in his eyes. Tom, even Tom, seemed to radiate a cool disapproval.

"Y/N," the reporter drawled, his voice dripping with insincerity, "you're absolutely captivating. Tell us, does playing alongside such handsome co-stars come with any perks?"

Benedict leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper, "You don't have to answer that, Y/N. He doesn't deserve your attention." His words, laced with a quiet intensity, sent a wave of gratitude through you.

You gave him a polite smile, your response witty and deflecting. But you saw Chris clench his jaw, and Sebastian crossed his arms, a scowl forming. You appreciated their silent show of support, focusing on the next question.

However, the reporter persisted. "Come on," he pressed, "surely there's some juicy behind-the-scenes romance brewing..."

Before you could even formulate a reply, a chorus of voices interrupted.

Suddenly, Chris interrupted, his jaw clenched, stood up, his voice low and dangerous. "Excuse me, but your line of questioning is overstepping boundaries."

Anthony, equally protective, rose, his voice booming, "Show some respect, man!"

Benedict, ever the diplomat, interjected, "Let's keep things professional, shall we?"

Sebastian, his eyes narrowed, added, "We won't tolerate any further disrespect towards Y/N."

Tom, ever eloquent, finished the thought, "Her talent speaks for itself, no need for cheap tactics."

The reporter, flustered and intimidated, stammered an apology, slinking back in his seat. You sat there, speechless, the warmth of their protectiveness washing over you.

The press conference continued, but the mood had changed. The air buzzed with a new energy, a silent understanding between you and the men around you. You were no longer just the newest star; you were their colleague, their friend, and they would fiercely protect your place in their universe.

Later, after the formalities were over, Chris approached you, a sheepish grin on his face. "Sorry about that," he muttered, "we don't take kindly to anyone disrespecting our team."

You smiled, touched by their protectiveness. "It means a lot," you admitted, "having you all have my back."

A comfortable silence settled between you, before Chris chuckled. "Besides," he winked, "who wouldn't stand up for someone as brilliant and beautiful as you?"

Your cheeks flushed, and you laughed, the warmth in Chris's eyes making your heart skip a beat. Maybe being an Avenger wasn't just about saving the world, but also finding a new kind of family, one that protected you not just from villains, but also from inappropriate reporters and perhaps, even budding feelings.

And as you looked around at the smiling faces of your co-stars, you knew you wouldn't trade this experience for anything, even if it meant facing a few intrusive questions along the way. After all, who wouldn't want to be protected by Earth's Mightiest Heroes, both on and off screen?

Please suggest anything related to marvel characters, cast or actors. I'm very new to this, I just started yesterday *cries*

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RPF:

thinking about Anthony, Chris and Seb in the same room after a comic con and suddenly seb takes off his tshirt and Anthony and Chris look at each other and they just walk towards Seb and start kissing him and grabbing him and we'll, they end up in the bed,the 3 of them. they gets surprised when they discover Seb is actually plugged and Seb just laughes because he knew they'd get to that point. 🤭

This is from the requests I got before I closed my writing requests for the school year. I am not taking requests actively right now.

Listen--

Listen, they're so 🤌🏻predictable🤌🏻

Of course, this would happen. Like. C'mon. It's the three of them. Of course, they're up to shit.

I'm gonna change this prompt around a little bit, but, I'm keeping to the basis of Seb with a plug + Chris + Anthony + a room all to themselves, so...

Enjoy-

Sebastian is waiting for them when they return from the premiere. Chris went because Mackie asked him to, and he wanted to, Sebastian would've gone too, except he's supposed to be "on location" prepping to film something. He's not. He's with his guys. But, fans go insane enough when two Marvel cast members get together to hang out, theorizing, so they don't need to add more fuel to the fire.

"How'd you know we'd be back early?" Chris asks, tumbling into the bedroom before Anthony. He's already shrugged out of his suit jacket and undone his tie, getting comfortable.

"Yeah," Anthony immediately unquestioningly backs him up, peering over his shoulder, "were you just gonna wait up and see?"

Sebastian shifts, sighing, where he's lying on his belly, idly reading and coincidentally leaving himself on display. A somewhat consealed display. There's a thin, white sheet draped over his lower half. Plausible deniability.

He shuts his book and sets it aside.

"You're predictable," he breathes, stretching like a cat, arms under and in front of him, hips up, because, again, they're predictable. He knows their gazes will follow his every move.

And they do.

He rests in the stretch for long enough to tease them with the curve of his back, leading up to the curve of his ass, just visible enough through the sheet, before he allows himself to melt back down onto the mattress flat. His arms out. His thighs gently parted. Stomach to the bed.

Just that might be satisfying enough, all of their attention on him. It's not that he doesn't get enough of their attention day-to-day, they both pay lots of attention to him, he's not lonely, he's not neglected but he is, for better or worse, as Mackie lovingly calls him out for being, an attention whore. ("Why else are we in this business, baby?" Seb can hear his butter smooth voice tickling his ear, breath hot against his skin.) And there is something so incredibly gratifying about their gazes on his skin. The simmering heat of Anthony's dark gaze; the dilation of Chris' pupils, darkening his cool blue eyes. So what if he's a show pony? How could he not be with these two men being his regular audience?

The two sets of their eyes on his skin feels like enough clothing. And here he was, starting to feel underdressed in a pair of little boxer brief shorts. They're tight. They're blue. And they, as well as the sheet, are hiding something but also... not leaving much to the imagination. Something that neither of his lovers know about yet.

Chris laughs breathlessly at his explanation and little display, reaching the bed first and finding his skin. His fingers encircle his wrist.

Sebastian's breath hitches. Instantly, his mind wandering away, thinking about being held down. Arms out. Thighs spread. Face down on the bed.

The easy hold doesn't last for long. Aw.

Chris runs his hand, large and warm and heavy, up his arm, to his shoulder, and onto the top of his back before he can no longer reach despite his impressive wingspan.

Seb finds himself humming, enjoying.

But Anthony, unfortunately, busies his hands with his tie, untangling it from around his neck and popping the top few buttons of his nice, pressed shirt. He slides his tie out from under his collar, smooth, and hangs it on the doorknob for the walk-in closet. It's an easy sight on Sebastian's eyes, but... he likes being touched.

He likes the way Chris is rubbing his shoulder and bringing his other hand in to play, too; flirting its way up his forearm, onto his bicep, over his shoulder, and finally climbing up the nape of his neck, squeezing him. Scruffing him.

"Chrisss," Sebastian sighs, further drooping into his bed, muffling his name against the bed.

"And you say we're predictable," Chris teases lightly.

"Hm?" He makes a droisey, confused noise, pressing back into the hold, searching for something harder and more substantial.

"I know I never have to pet you for long before you start purring." Anthony snorts in amused agreement to Chris' observation.

"I don't!" Sebastian whines, but otherwise, doesn't try to stop himself from reacting to his boyfriend.

Anthony--his other boyfriend that is unforgivably not touching him right now--abandons any cheap facade of wanting to get out of his uncomfortable, formal, overly expensive clothes to walk towards the bed, too. His hand lands over Chris', not squeezing, but weighing heavier over the nape of his neck.

"Mmmmmm," Sebastian exhales an extended, pleased noise, face down in the sheets that smell like them.

"If we're so predictable, tell us what we're supposedly gonna do, Sebastian," Mackie scratches his fingers through his hair.

Sebastian waits for just long enough that he knows Anthony will take a fistful and pull it.

The sting makes Sebastian smile, open-mouthed because he can't not gasp. "Kn-knew you'd do that," he struggles to say.

"Brat," Mackie shakes his head around a little, still holding onto his hair.

Sebastian grins wider, the fire that's been smoldering in his belly all night crackles and jumps with sparks as if it's being breathed on. Given more fuel. Readying to burn brighter. Hotter.

Chris has let go of him, and the dip in the mattress tells him that he's climbing onto the mattress with him.

Yes, please.

The brush of the smooth material of his slacks against his side is enough to have Seb breaking out in goosebumps. He can't imagine what they look like from the outside. He's basically naked. Meanwhile, Chris and Anthony are fully clothed, only their ties loosened. Looming over him. Their hands melting him, easy as anything.

"C'mon," Anthony reminds him, sharply tugging until Seb can't hold in his moan. He can feel the rush of heat now coloring his cheeks.

"I--" the words die in his throat.

Chris' fingers drag down his spine towards the edge of the sheet overlapping with the line of his tight boxers waistband.

"I knew you'd come home and w-wanna touch me," he pushes the words out through his lips in a rush. A soft exhale dripping with desire.

"And-?" Mackie pushes.

Of course.

Of course, he would ask for more.

"You never like leaving me alone," Seb's voice has an edge of a whine to it. He can't help it. Chris has fitted two fingers into the dimples at the base of his spine, pressing just hard enough for Sebastian to suspect that whoever fucked him last (was it Chris? Or, no, Anthony fucked him in the shower, that was after Chris, right? Sebastian can't think right now...) left behind evidence in the form of bruises and possible nail crescents.

It aches.

The ache is sparking, radiating around his pelvis and shooting forward. He's starting to stiffen up against the bed more.

More hard than not.

"Mmmm." A drawn-out moan leaves his parted lips.

"We just know you get into trouble when you're alone, baby. Can't be left to your own devices," Anthony's voice has the edge of a laugh hidden inside it. It's mean. Sebastian probably shouldn't like it so much.

Sebastian's breath breaks unevenly. Chris is teasing the sheets back, and the feather light caress of the fabric over his skin nearly unbearable.

Suddenly, he wants none of the foreplay. Suddenly he becomes aware that the joke is fucking on him. Suddenly with Anthony demanding him to explain his thought process out loud, forcing him to embarrass his presumptuous, thirsty self and with Chris touching his body but not touching him where he wants it, where he needs it more and more, what he needs is to be roughed up.

He expected to be roughed up.

He just prepared for it this time, rather than being blindsided. Is that so wrong? Why can't they just cut to the chase!?

Honestly, Seb has forgotten whatever the fuck Mackie is talking about (was he talking?) because Chris is dragging his blunt nails down the backs of his legs, pushing away the sheet and grabbing and spreading his legs. But then--

"How much of a troublemaker was he this time, Chris?" Anthony directs his next low, prodding question at Chris. Not Sebastian. Like he's just a not-so-well trained puppy.

Sebastian whimpers. Like a puppy.

Chris, at Mackie's insistance, Chris--

Chris goes for it.

Obviously, to them, he's the predictable one, and they're both on the same page, reading the same line, Mackie expecting Chris to press his fingers between Sebastian's cheeks and find the wet spot from where he stretched himself open, too generous with the amount of lube he used, liking how open and slutty and used the excess makes him feel, and not generous enough with the prep time he gives himself because he likes the way it stings. Expecting Seb to moan.

He doesn't find a wet spot.

He does make Sebastian moan, though.

"OH!" Sebastian twists up. His stomach knots pleasantly. Tightly. His fingers scramble against the sheets, grabbing fistfuls. His toes curl urgently.

Hnnng.

Instead, Chris' fingers--not holding anything back, expecting to press hard against his open, wet hole--force the plug he shoved inside himself deeper.

Anthony has perked the fuck up. Sebastian knows without looking at him, from the intrigued sound he makes, that he's grinning like the Chesire Cat. Pleased as punch.

He can't look, though. He doesn't get a chance to see that handsome expression on his face, predatory in the best way. Because Chris lets up only to press harder. Rocking the toy inside him.

"Ohh, troublemaker," he purrs, his Boston accent coming out at the exact best worst time.

"What's that, baby?" Anothny piles on, taking down to Sebastian. "Aw, did you expect us to come home early and need to ravish you on the spot, so you plugged yourself up, huh? You got all ready?" Anthony reaches down to snap the elastic waistband of his underwear against his skin. "That's cute."

Chris rumbles his agreement low in his chest; Sebastian swears he can feel it vibrate through him on top of the stinging, tingling pain that he can feel from the elastic of his tight underwear biting into him.

Oh, God.

This is so much worse than he planned.

"Oh, oh, oh," he can't stop making sounds, every goddamn time Chris forces the plug into him. Deeper. Fucking him with it. It rubs his prostate just right. Hnnnng. Sparks flash through him.

"But, y’know, brat, you forgot something..." Anthony tells him.

"Wha--what?" Sebastian manages eventually, completely out of breath.

"There's two of us." Mackie reminds him, pinching his side until he whines, delighted by the pain in ways he really, really shouldn't be. Chris is relentless, fucking him with the toy, grinding him down to bits. Exploiting the gift Sebastian tried to give them. "If you really wanted to be ready, you woulda stretched your mouth, too. I know where you could find a good ring gag."

Sebastian shudders. He knows, too. He's intimately familiar with their collection of toys. He--

He likes the sound of that.

He imagines it intensely, vividly; lying on his belly on their bed, stretched open on a plug, shivering, and drooling around a ring gag, as tied into the restraints as he can get when he's only got himself to work with. One cuff at each corner of the bed. Spread wide. In every sense of the word. Open. Ready to get fucked. Double teamed. Both of them.

Jesus Christ, he groans with his full chest. Uncontrollably shuddering.

"Yeah," Chris grins, wolfish, "I bet you wish you thought of that, hm?"

"Yeah, it's okay, baby, I can get you that gag. And I can give you a reminder for next time. If you're gonna make trouble, you gotta do it right." Anthony taps his side, where he was pinching earlier, teasing Sebastian with the threat of a slap or punch or something else that would make Sebastian see stars. Pain looping back into pleasure. Fucked up in the best way.

"How's that sound?" Chris murmurs, perfectly gravely and smooth at the same time. Driving him crazy. "You want it, don't'cha, baby?" There's that Boston again.

Fuck.

Sebastian whimpers, "I--" he squirms, trying to rub together two brain cells. It's not working well. His tongue and teeth and mouth don't want to work when they have the option of being stretched wide and being used. "I want--"

"Yeah?" Mackie traces his jaw with two fingers. His touch is intoxicating.

"I thought--" Seb grinds against the bed exactly once before Chris grips his hips, holding him away from the pleasure, noooo.

They laugh in unison. It grates against Sebastian's nerves in the best way. Bastards. They're the worst together.

"The plug!" Seb whimpers, sweating. "The plug! It, it, I thought you'd--you both could, nngh!"

Chris cuts him off by pulling out the plug, then pressing it back in. Playing with him. Playing with his body. Stretching his rim deliciously.

God.

Sebastian chokes on what could be sob if it had left his chest and didn't get strangled in his throat.

"Ohhh, I see, you're thought we'd be reeeal hungry tonight, huh? Not wanting to wait to prep you ourselves?" Anthony talks down to him; he nods to Chris, "strip 'im."

Chris obeys, ripping his boxer briefs down and groaning heartily at what he finds.

"Why didn't you just say you had other plans, Seb?" Chris teases knowing how tongue tied he gets when turned on. His breath is hot on the small of Sebastian's back. The bruises or bruises-in-the-making there throb pleasantly. Nerves awake.

Mmmmm. God.

Immediately, Chris finds the bulb attached to the plug that is sitting thickly, deeply inside him through some thin tubing, and gives it a pump.

It happens too fast.

Oh! Wait-!

Pump.

Chris, mercifully, can't hold him down at the same time that he pumps the inflable plug.

Pump.

"AH! GOD!" Sebastian moans, rubbing his hard, hard, hard dick against the bed. He can't help it. The stretch is devine. Knowing that Chris is getting him ready to split him apart with his own dick and Anthony's too is... it's too much.

Another pump.

Another pathetic, loud sound. Spilling right out of him. How is he supposed to hold it in? He's getting so, so full that there is no way he can hold anything else in!

Mackie sinks his fingers unforgivingly into the back of his neck, scruffing him, "that how it is, honey, you needing to get fucked?"

"Mmm-hmm," he whines. "B-both," he heaves out a breath, "want you both."

"You mean," Anthony stretches his words out, sinister, enjoying his torture too much, "you assumed that we'd come home from our premier and we'd be so hungry for you that we'd both wanna fuck your pretty ass into the bed? Ruin that pretty, slutty hole, huh? Stretch it wide open?"

"Is, is there a better way to celebrate?" Sebastian doesn't think before he speaks.

"Brat," Mackie shakes him up a little more.

And Chris pumps the plug a new more times.

Bigger.

"AH!" Sebastian grinds so hard against the bed that stars spark behind his eyelids. The pressure against his prostate isn't helping either. So bright and hot and ohgod. Chris pumps the plug again. "OH!" He can't stop being so loud. He can't stop grinding. He can't stop.

It's embarrassing. This whole fucking situation. His presumptuous actions, which lead to this torture. His reactions to the pleasure. His inability to do anything to stop them--he doesn't want to stop them, quite the opposite, he wants them to hurry the fuck up. He grinds down again.

He can't stop.

He's leaking now. Dripping with arousal. Ruining the perfectly clean bed.

His head is spinning. And the two sets of hands on his body aren't doing anything to anchor him. If anything, they're lifting him higher. He lives for this.

He wants their cocks. Both of their cocks. Hard. Thick. Heavy. Inside him.

He wants--

He's being fucked open so much by the toy that he can't help but--

"Ah!-Anthony, Chriss, Chris! I-! HA! GOD! MMNH!" Sebastian moans recklessly, eyes squeezing shut, hips fucking forward, pressing back, and getting thrown over the edge because he's nothing if not easy for his boyfriends. Grinding against the bed. Grinding back against the toy inside him. The toy is still bigger and bigger because Chris, of course, pumps it one last time right as he's cumming.

Ohfuckmeee.

He's still breathing hard, seeing nothing but a white-hot void as a result of an overdose of pleasure, when Anthony purrs, "you feel ready now?" He's teasing.

But also--

Fuuuck.

Sebastian shudders again. One last time. His body convulsing. His dick is still hard and sliding through the slick mess he's just fucking made, adding to it more. He can't help it. The sound that comes out of him is fucked-out. But he's not so fucked-out that he'd turn down that proposition.

Never.

"Yuh-yeah," he mumbles into the bed, hiding his hot, flushed face in vain. They both love it. How easy he is.

"God," Chris groans, behind him, settling in between his legs instead of off to his side, "I love you."

"You just love how big of a slut he is," Anthony ribs him, chuckling as he combs his hands through Sebastian's hair.

Chris snorts, spreading his cheeks with both big hands, staring at his stretched, wet, twitching hole and admitting, "nah, that's just a hell of a plus."

"Mmm-hmm," Mackie agrees, climbing up on the bed, too, not standing in front of it any longer, "that it is."

Can you tell I've been thinking a fuck ton about inflatable plugs lately?

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