Their Greed Truly Sickens Me (IT SHOULD BE MEE)

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So Pretty (Leonora Lesso x Reader)

Synopsis: Lady Lesso has a problem and you are the cause

Words:1.7k

Warnings: mentions of blood, choking

You were such a pretty picture. That’s what Lesso would tell herself when she realised she was staring at you. That was the point of beauty, to draw the eye. Who was she to deny her own nature?

That didn’t stop the way your laughter seemed to haunt her. Or how the brush of your fingers along her the back of her chair replayed in her mind for weeks. Or the way your gaze felt heavy on her in a way no one else’s did.

She had to do something about the way you seemed to have crawled under her skin like a bug.

Cane tapping with each footsteps, students tripped over themselves to get out of her way. She put it down to the murder in her eyes, and in her heart. She haunted the halls, hunting you down with a single mindedness unmatched by anyone.

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making bestfriend!ethan cum in his pants <3

it’s a random monday night and ethan came over to yours, to do his homework. you distract him, of course, and he ends up on the floor on his knees, painting your toenails for you. you’re sat at the edge of the bed, and ethan nervously take your left foot in his hand, his soft caresses making your spine tingle.

he’s almost halfway done with your first foot, when you decide to lay flat on the bed. he looks up at you as you do so, your crop top rising slightly, and he’s able to just see the bottom of your breasts. his face flushes a deep red, and he quickly looks away in embarrassment, and returns to painting your toes. he knows you can’t see him, though, and takes quick glances back up to your breasts every now and then.

you try to get comfortable at the awkward angle, and shift your upper body slight, causing your right foot to accidentally graze over ethan’s crotch. this causes his breath to audibly hitch.

“sorry!” you say, thinking you just hit his leg with your foot.

he takes a second to get himself together, and finally responds. “it’s okay..” he says lowly. another second passes by, and he mutters a “i didn’t mind” under his breath.

this causes you to lift yourself up on your elbows. “huh? what did you say?” you ask, genuinely not able to hear what the boy just said.

“oh- uh- uh… nothing. it’s not important.” he says quickly, and you notice how red his face is. you question it, but decide not to say anything out loud this time. you plop back down on the bed, and ethan watches as your upper half bounces, which makes your boobs bounce as well.

“christ,” he curses under his breath. you sit up quickly, and catch ethan staring at your tits. he returns back to painting your toes, not realizing that you had just caught him. you notice there’s a growing bulge in his gray sweatpants, and you can’t help but smirk. you lay back down on the bed while ethan continues.

you pick up your right foot again, this time, placing it directly on ethan’s bulge. his mouth opens, but doesn’t say anything, afraid you’ll realize what your doing and stop.

after a bit, and he still doesn’t say anything, you begin moving your foot back and forth on his now fully hard dick.

ethan seems to forget how to think. he doesn’t move, biting his lower lip and closing his eyes. the feeling of your foot is driving him wild from the bottom up, the feeling sending shudders down his spine. he doesn’t even bother trying to be subtle after a while. his face is flush and he’s starting to breathe heavily, trying in vain to think of the right words. his heart is pumping wildly in his chest, his body still going tingly and sending chills down his spine as little whines and moans come out of his mouth.

you lift your crop top up just a little, exposing your hard nipples to the cold air. this makes him fold even more. the poor boy is already so close, just the feeling of your foot and the sight of your bare chest is enough for him.

he feels paralyzed at this point, realizing he’s teetering on the edge of an orgasm. he begins to rock back and forth, in tandem with your foot. he can no longer hide his moans from you, starting to get loud, even though he’s so embarrassed.

“fuck, y/n… please…” he begs. you smirk, but don’t say anything, just adding more pressure with your foot.

“i’m.. im gonna… i’m gonna cum..” he says the last word harshly, still feeling so ashamed at the sinful act. “please.. i cant cum like this, y/n… please, baby..” the pet name makes your stomach drop, and arousal forms in your panties.

“it’s okay, e..” you sit up on your elbows. “i want you to cum in your pants, sweet boy… make a mess for mommy.”

he groans at that, and quickly reaches his high, rocking back and forth against your foot, his head shooting up to look at the ceiling, letting out soft “ah, ah, ahs” as he paints the inside of his boxers with thick cum. you instantly feel the wetness seep through, it showing up nicely on the gray he’s wearing. you smile sweetly at him.

once he returns back to earth, he looks back down at his pants, feeling so hot and humiliated, but he loved every second of it. he looks back up to your pretty face.

“t-thank you, mommy…”

IM IMAGINING A PT2 IN MY HEAD LMAO

Stories We Lived Through sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: Sirius tells the story of how he met you in Azkaban.

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Sirius was nothing if not the human version of every upbeat song ever. He was warm, happy, and joked around a little too much. Even after the death of his best friend, even after he spent god knows how many years in Azkaban — the one thing he never let go was that smile on his face.

But there were times when Harry would note how his godfather stared off into empty spaces, or looked like the mask he was wearing was a bit heavy. Everyone had bad days, but Harry was determined to help Sirius, even if the man in question was the most stubborn being ever.

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you don't have to take this req if you don't want to, but poly!wolfstar where the reader goes on a bratty streak. just breaking all the rules bc fuck the rules. and sirius who is always defending the reader pleads with remus not to punish you for your behavior, but then one day while sirius isn't around you break a rule and remus just snaps. and he punishes you (maybe edges you, feel free to take creative liberty) until you are a sobbing mess with cum running down your thighs. and sirius comes in towards the end of the punishment and licks the tears off of her face and the cum off of her thighs, and just generally soothes her.

kinda like good cop bad cop but with doms.

i love you i hope you are having a good day <3

im so excited 😈😈

Remus Lupin x Sirius Black x Fem!Reader. Heavy d/s dynamic, bimbofication, smoking, brat taming, edging, threesome/polyamory, punishment, daddy kink, light dd/lg, clit slapping

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“The fuck did I say about you smokin’? Huh?” Remus snatches the unlit cigarette from between your lips, pulling a whimper out along with it.

“Sirius does it.” The male only meets your plaintive whine with a roll of his eyes.

“Pads is an idiot, Y/n. And you’re too little to smoke, you know that” Remus reprimands as he tosses the tube to Sirius, who’s lounging on the couch of the empty common room. You let out a huff, flopping onto the couch beside the raven haired male as he sticks the smoke between his lips and pulls out a lighter.

“What’re you sitting down for, sweetheart?” Remus scoffs as he sits in a nearby armchair, a large hand patting his lap. “You know what happens when you break a rule-“

“Lay off ‘er, Moons.” Sirius mutters around the cigarette, pocketing the lighter before wrapping a slender arm around you. “She’s a good girl, yeah? ‘S not her fault ‘m a bad influence.”

“She knows better, Pads, you can’t just-“

“You think she knows better? You seen her? She’s a dumb little puppy, she can’t help it.” His hand comes up to your head, fingertips rubbing at your scalp, and you nod at the lycanthrope, offering him your most innocent look. Remus lets out an incredulous scoff, eyes moving in another irritated rotation.

“You’re such a fucking pushover.” He mutters, but to your joy he doesn’t push any farther- he simply settles back into the chair, reaching into his bag to retrieve the book he’s been reading.

You grin, and Sirius gives your head a pat. As you gaze up at him he takes the cigarette between two fingers, exhaling a plume of smoke as he speaks.

“You’re welcome, pup.” He murmurs before blowing the last dregs of smoke into your face. You scrunch up your nose and let out a giggle that makes him grin, grateful to be safe from the pain of one of Remus’s brutal spankings.

The rest of the evening comes and goes as normal, as does the following morning- though you give Remus a bit more sass than normal, feeling less afraid to push his buttons and bend the rules knowing that you have Sirius in your corner, ready to defend you and talk you out of a punishment.

So by the time dinner is over, and you’re hanging out in the boys’ dormitory, Remus is on his final straw. And you make the mistake of plucking it from his grasp when Sirius is out- off making some kind of mischief with James- and you’re alone to face the consequences.

“Hands off. Now.” Remus’s voice is a dangerous growl, prompting your heart to race as you slowly pull your hands out of your panties and sweatpants, away from your pulsing clit. He stands from his desk and you sit up, eyeing you predatorily as he stalks towards you.

“I told you I’d take care of you after I finished my paper- are you that fucking impatient?”

“S-Siri says I’m cute when I’m desperate-“ you try to reason, but you can tell instantly by the blazing fire in his eyes that your words only make the male angrier.

“I don’t give a fuck what Siri says! Have you forgotten who’s in charge?” He’s standing right before the bed now, and he reaches out with one hand to grasp your face, strong fingers squeezing your cheeks and making your lips jut out in an exaggerated pout. You shake your head as vigorously as you can manage to within his grip, eyes wide and anxiety growing.

“Tell me, then. Who’s in charge?”

“You, Rem-“ his hand releases your face only to land a smack against your cheek, making you gasp.

“Try again.”

“You, daddy” you whimper the correction as stinging pain blooms on your skin from the impact.

“That’s better.” He mutters, hands moving to his hips as he gazes down at you almost disdainfully. “Now what am I going to do with you…”

“You don’t have to do anything daddy, I’ll be good-“ you’re cut off by Remus’s scoff.

“You think I’m gonna buy that? After your recent bratty streak? After you touched yourself without permission? I’ve been goin’ way too easy on you, doll.” Your heart drops, and you silently curse your decision to be so testy with Remus.

“Alright, get your pants and underwear off and then lie back down.” Remus instructs, and you rise to your feet to do so.

“L-lie down on my stomach, daddy?” You ask as your bottoms pool around your ankles and you step out of them.

“On your back.” He responds, ruling out a spanking as his mode of punishment. You swallow, knowing that means you’re either in for a night of painful pleasure and countless orgasms, or a night of agonizing denial. Or both, you realize fearfully, and you pray that that isn’t the case.

“Now, Y/n.” Remus’s snippy words snap you out of your thoughts, and you hastily move onto the mattress, your warm back against the cool sheets with your thighs pressed together protectively.

“Don’t be stupid, bunny, open your legs” Remus grumbles impatiently, reaching out to grasp your calves and pull your legs apart. Arousal floods your belly at his rough manhandling.

“You wanted to cum, baby?” Remus coos tauntingly, calloused thumb moving to rub circles on your sensitive clit, making you gasp

“Yes, daddy. Please.” You whine, and Remus hums thoughtfully.

“I guess you should have thought about that before you acted like such a spoiled brat.”

“Remus-“ a sharp slap lands on your clit, cutting your whine off with a yelp. “Sorry! Daddy, I wanna cum. Please, please-“ your hips are lifting off the mattress as he rubs you, your pleasure climbing towards that blissful peak you crave.

“And I told you that you’re not gonna.” With that his thumb is gone, tearing a plaintive whine from your lips as your hips rut upwards in search of friction that isn’t there.

“Daddy” you whimper pathetically, frustrated tears already gathering in your eyes at having been denied release.

“Shut up, I hate it when you whine.” He growls “Just take your punishment like a good girl, yeah? You’ve gotta show me you can be a good girl, cause I’m starting to doubt it.”

“I can be a good girl!” You immediately chirrup, fingers curling in the sheets below as Remus’s thumb returns to your clit, ready to work you up to the edge once again.

“Prove it.”

Remus goes on like this for what feels like ages to you, bringing you so near to orgasm that your body tenses and the beginnings of a moan spill from your slackened lips, then stopping all stimulation and leaving you completely unsatisfied. He turns you into a sweaty, trembling, needy mess- your cheeks wet with tears, your cunt pulsing achingly, your thighs slick with moisture, your speech reduced to meaningless babble- and he beats you down until all thoughts of brattiness are lost on you, and all that consumes your mind is a desire to be good for daddy.

Just when Remus is removing his thumb from you for what you’re sure must be the hundredth time, leaving you sobbing and bucking wildly beneath the strong arm he’s laid across your lower belly, Sirius enters the room.

“Merlin, what’s going on here?” He inquires, surprise and arousal evident in his tone.

“‘M finally giving your ‘dumb little puppy’ the punishment she deserves.” Remus seethes, voice void of any mercy. The click of Sirius’s tongue is barely audible to your cotton stuffed ears, and your head lolls to the side so you can take in his approaching form through tear-clouded vision.

“Fuckin’ hell, Moons, what’d you do to the poor thing? She looks a right mess.” Sirius murmurs, reaching out to stroke fingers over your hair, cooing when you crane your tilt to chase his touch.

“Been edgin’ her- it’s hardly been twenty minutes, she’s just bein’ fucking dramatic” Remus’s long fingers tap at your sensitive clit, making you gasp and arch on the mattress, and Sirius crouches down beside your head, more soothing coos falling from his lips as he pets you.

“Ease up on her, mate. I think she’s done.” Sirius intones, sympathetic grey eyes meeting yours. You let out a whimper and reach out for his free hand, desperate for the respite he offers, but Remus only lets out a dark chuckle.

“She can take one more, Pads. Then I reckon she’ll have learnt her lesson.”

“Moons-“

“Do you remember what a fucking brat she’s been all damn week?” Remus cuts him off, voice short. Sirius looks at you, taking in your glassy eyes and wet cheeks, watching your dazed expression as you play idly with the fingers of the hand you’d grappled for.

“Fine.” He concedes, letting out a sigh. “One more.” You let out a soft whimper at this as the raven haired male maneuvers so he’s sitting on the bed, one leg bent under his butt, with your head in his lap.

“Alright, angel.” That agonizing touch is back in your clit, nerves alight and hyperactive thanks to Remus’s ruthless teasing. “Let’s get you there again, c’mon.”

“Daddy” the word comes out a sob, your head thrashing against Sirius’s lap, and he reaches out to cup your face, shushing softly.

“I know love” Remus’s voice is a mocking coo “You wanna cum so bad, huh?”

“Please” your cries are turning to hiccups, the cruel taunting coupled with the firm rub of his thumb making your cloudy head spin.

Sirius leans down, bringing his lips to your cheeks and peppering kisses along the tracks of tears there, his soft tongue poking out to clean your skin of the salty fluid.

“You’re alright, puppy” comes the murmured comfort between kisses, the words a low and gentle rumble. “You can do it, my good girl.”

The sound of his voice and the tender contact of his lips, a stark contrast to Remus’s unrelenting attention to your clit, keeps you grounded as your heightening pleasure threatens to send you flying.

“Please” the word leaves your lips again, having become the only syllable you’re capable of uttering. You’re so close, so unbearably close, but what’s more unbearable still is the knowledge that it’s as close as you’re going to get.

Your choked gasp confirms this as Remus pulls his thumb away from your throbbing nub quickly, his large hands gripping your calves to keep your thrashing legs at bay. Sirius’s arms snake around your middle to combat your arching back. 

“Shhh, easy, easy. You’re all done, puppy, you did it.” Sirius’s voice drowns out your slew of pathetic whimpers. Below you, Remus wipes any residual moisture from his hand onto your thigh, finally letting go of your trembling legs. He looks at your quivering lower lip and wide, wet eyes, and for the first time this evening some sympathy crosses his features.

“Yes, angel, you’re done.” He murmurs, giving you a smile far gentler than the taunting grins prior. Sirius presses a kiss to the crown of your head.

“Lemme get you all cleaned up, pretty girl.” He murmurs, gently moving your head off his lap so he can stand and make his way between your legs. “Then you can go to the bathroom and get to sleep.”

“Kay daddy.” You agree blearily, glassed over optics following Sirius’s form as he settles down, head at the apex of your thighs.

“He’s not daddy-“

“Let it go, Moons. You’ve fucked her too dumb, she can’t think straight.” Sirius cuts off his correction, giving him a quick side eye.

Then he’s leaning down, and his soft tongue is back against your skin to lick up the sweet tasting slick that has gathered on your folds and inner thighs over the course of the evening. Soft whimpers and gasps leave your lips at the stimulation, despite the male’s attempts to avoid your most sensitive areas.

While Sirius laps at you your gaze shifts to Remus as he strips out of his sweater and pants, and the prominent bulge in his trousers catches your attention.

“Lemme help, daddy” you whimper out, weakly moving up onto your elbows as your foggy mindset urges you to please your dominant. “Gotta make you feel good.” The smile that graces his lips has finally returned to its usual tenderness.

“It’s okay, baby. Sirius and I will take care of one another once we get you all settled in.” His words are meant to reassure you, but they only bring another distressed whine from your lips.

“Gotta be a good girl-“

“You are a good girl, doll. You took your punishment so well, daddy’s not angry with you anymore.” His large hand reaches out to stroke along your cheek, his touch the softest you’ve felt since this all began. You offer him a wobbly nod, dopey smile forming on your lips.

“Atta girl. Now go on to the toilet with Pads, he’ll get you all cleaned up.”

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idk where all these photos are from or the context of them but my jaw dropped straight to the floor. she's not real she can't be real.

i crave her so bad i need a moment to cry my eyes out bc she's not mine.

Sweating in the Sheets - N.R x B.B x reader

Pairing: Soft Dom! Natasha Romanoff x reader x Hard Dom! Bucky Barnes

Warnings: smut, titty sucking, fingering, heavy degradation, mommy and daddy kink, vaginal penetration, oral (F receiving), way too many pet names, threesome, established poly relationship, ddlg content, thigh slapping, praise kink, orgasm denial,

Words: 1.2k

A//N: I can't believe i haven't reposted this yet it was my first fic to ever blow up

You lay fully naked on Bucky’s bed while his hands moved up and down your body— Your head rested on Natasha’s lap while she stroked your hair back lovingly, “Don’t tease, Buck. She’s been so good for us.” Natasha hummed, the super soldier rolled his eyes before grazing the pads of his fingers over your clit— you gasped and reached up to grab the back of Natasha’s neck desperately, “Mommy-“ you whined, She smiled and pecked your lips, “Tell Daddy what you want.” She instructed, your eyes flicked down to the male between your legs; “Please daddy. Want your mouth.” You begged, he raised an eyebrow, “Where do you want my mouth, Doll?” He asked, “M-my pussy.” You whimpered, Bucky dipped his tongue to your clit, experimentally. “There, sweetheart?” He hummed, you nodded quickly and released a loud moan, your hands flying to Bucky’s hair.

His tongue lapped through your slit deliciously, “Oh- Mommy-“ You moaned, tugging at Natasha’s shirt, “What do you want, baby?” She questioned with a soft smile, “Want- Mhm-“ You panted heavily— Bucky pulled away much to your dismay and slapped the inside of your thigh; “Tell her what you want, slut.” He spat, you whimpered, “M-mommy- wanna- wanna suck on your- p-pretty titties.” You sniffled, Natasha petted your face softly before grabbing the hem of her shirt.

Before she managed to get it over her head, Bucky stopped her, “Make her beg.” He sneered, a greedy smirk evident on his face, your eyes widened and you looked up to Natasha for support but she had an expecting grin on her face as well— you had no issue with begging but you weren’t exactly sure what you were actually begging for; the words you’d said before had faded completely out of your mind. “P-please mommy. Please, wanna be good- wanna-“ You begged incoherently but interrupted by Bucky’s fingers sliding into your waiting hole— Natasha removed her shirt above you while you were distracted by Bucky’s fingers consistently penetrating your vagina.

Natasha brought your attention back with a light tap on the side of your face, your glossy eyes connected with her green ones before you looked down at her bare chest, your pupils going wide with excitement; finally she closed the distance between you and her breasts, to which your mouth latched around her breasts, sucking gently.

Bucky’s fingers left your hole much to your dismay as you whined in protest— another sharp hit landed on the inner flesh of your thigh, “Don’t whine. It’s pathetic.” Bucky sneered, “You know, you don't even deserve my cock, fuckin’ bitch”, Bucky discarded his belt somewhere before pulling both his boxers and pants down at the same time. Your heart rate picked up with both fear and anticipation but you refused to let go of Natasha’s breasts.

He lined his cock up with your entrance and pumped himself a few times— “Go easy on her Buck. She's done so good!" Natasha both warned Bucky and praised you.

"she has done good, hasn’t she?" He smiled sinisterly, “She’s a good little slut.” His hips rammed into yours in one swift motion, his cock gliding through your wet folds with ease.

His thrusts were rough and hard and his pace was quick and brutal. You reached up to grab Natasha’s breasts for support and comfort. As soon as Bucky caught what you were doing, he laughed menacingly, “Why don't you make mommy feel good too? Let her ride your slutty face. You’d fuckin’ love that wouldn’t you?" He taunted— You whine as Natasha forces you to pull away from her breasts— she didn’t take her nipples away from you without leaving a gift first; leaving a soft kiss on your nose before lifting herself up and pressing her pussy above your open mouth.

Natasha began to grind her hips down against your tongue and you reached your hands up to knead the flesh of her thighs, Bucky grabbed your hands away and held them together roughly— as much as the grip was painful you were grate fun you at least had something to hold. Something to keep you secure.

Bucky’s cock was long and thick; you could feel him press against the walls of you stomach, almost as if wanting to get out; you wanted so desperately to scream but at the same time, you needed focus on making your mommy feel good.

Your tongue glided through her folds until you got your desired reaction when you pressed against her clit— she let out a pornographic moan as she rode your face faster and faster. Your mouth was licking and swallowing all of her juices that dripped from her sopping cunt; with the rough pounding of Bucky’s cock and the delicious taste of Natasha’s pussy on your tongue, made for an incredible sense of pleasure that caused loud rumbles of pleasure to bellow from your throat.

The bruising grip on your hands fell as Bucky re-purposed his thrust to his own pleasure and used your own pussy as if it were a fleshlight. You bucked your hips upwards at the abuse and soft whimpers vibrated through to the beautiful woman above you. Her wanton moans were almost enough to make you forget about how hard Bucky was pounding you. almost.

Bucky pushed your legs upwards to get a deeper angle and continued to pound you. You felt his cock twitch inside you and you knew his high was close— But so was yours. Your release grew closer and closer as your pussy tightened around his length.

One simple rule had managed to slip your mind as your brain had focused on two things; making Natasha feel good and your own orgasm.

You had forgotten to ask.

Bucky felt your walls clench around his throbbing cock without hearing any words from you; not even a muffled ask. He pulled out instantly— leaving you empty and sobbing desperately as he took away your release.

Bucky didn’t let the lack of your warmth stop his own pleasure as he continued to pump his length quickly— Natasha did the same; chasing her release as she continued to use your mouth for pleasure.

A warm liquid spilled from above you as Natasha spilled her seed down your throat— through your fit of sobs you managed to swallow every ounce of her liquid before she removed herself of your face. You inhaled a breath of the warm sex filled air, the moment her heat left your mouth.

You gazed down at the super soldier that was settled at the base his bed where his long cock was pumping in his hand— his head was thrown back and a loud grown spilled from the male as he released on your lower abdomen.

A moment later your two dominants calmed down from their highs before their eyes trailed down your nude body— “Poor thing.” Natasha cooed, wiping the tears from you eyes, “Oh pet… did you forget the rules again?” Bucky’s tone was mean and condescending, “Y-yes- b-but I’m sorry- please- please make me cum.” You babbled, he pouted at you, “Oh no baby.. you forgot. That’s on you.” He accused, “You don’t get to cum. Only mommy and daddy do tonight.” He taunted; another sob broke from your throat as you gazed up at Natasha for some sympathy, “M’sorry baby.” She caressed your cheek softly, “Dumb. Little. Baby.”.

she calls me daddy

Pairings: Kate Bishop x fem!queer!Reader; suggestions of other male avengers x Reader

Summary: Reader may be flirting with the guys all night but she always goes home to Kate in the end. Based on she calls me daddy by KiNG MALA.

Contains: Choking, spanking, oral sex (R receiving), pet names (R calling Kate “daddy”), suggestions of sex with men with the warnings already mentioned. 18+, Minors DNI

A/N: Reader can be read as being any sexuality that involves being attracted to more than one gender <3

She's a little bit psycho

But she follows

When I call in the middle of the night

Kate grimaced as she watched the boys circle round you, listening intently like obedient little puppies with wagging tails as you told a story about taking out five agents at once. They were completely captivated by you and it wasn’t just because of your knack for story telling.

These were some of Earth’s mightiest heroes; the strongest men on the planet but they all just about swooned whenever you would be generous enough to give them your time.

Bucky had his hand on the small of your back, his head dipped to be closer to your face and take in every word you said. Thor had leaned his elbow off the bar on the other side of you, making sure that he was flexing and you could see those bulging muscles. Sam was more calm and collected, standing in front of you casually with his hand in his pocket and the other holding a beer. However, he wasn’t discreet in how he’d looked you up and down every now and then, being enchanted by your figure. Shang Chi also stood next to Sam across from you and bellowed heartily at all of your jokes. His cheeks hurt from smiling so wide at everything you were saying.

It was hilarious really, all of this effort was being expended on you but at the end of the night, you’d be going home to Kate’s house to be used in any way she saw fit.

She’s got you wrapped around her finger

You try to linger

But she's already on her way to mine

“Doesn’t it bother you that she gets all of that attention?” Yelena asked, grabbing Kate’s focus away from you. She was one of the very select few people who knew of yours and Kate’s “arrangement”. The blonde sipped her drink thoughtfully and watched Kate adamantly protest.

“Absolutely not, no. No way. She’s her own person, she can do what she likes.” Kate insisted. She took a large gulp of the questionable spirit that Yelena had handed her and tried to hide the obvious burn in her throat to look cool in front of the assassin.

“If you say so, Kate Bishop,” Yelena shrugged. “Although I have heard the way you make her moan so I wouldn’t be too worried if I were you.”

Kate blinked several times in disbelief at her slightly unusual and unlikely friend. “What do you mean you’ve heard her moan?”

“I slept on your couch last Friday night.”

“But I didn’t invite you to my house on Friday night!”

Yelena groaned as if Kate was the one that was being unreasonable. “Kate, you should know by now that I can come and go without you even noticing. Besides, you’re focusing on the wrong part. I know that you are probably a better fuck than all of those men put together.”

Kate nodded, thinking about it a little with her eyebrow raised. Yelena was right, many times had you exclaimed at Kate that she was the best you’d ever had as she’d brought you to your climax several times in one session. The archer turned back to look at you again. Annoyingly, the guys had moved in even closer to you in a passive aggressive stand off to win your affection. Nevertheless, it was Kate that received the whimsical and suggestive eyes from across the room and she knew that it was her that would be making you moan again that night.

She plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

Cause she might be your girl

But she’s calling me daddy

The longer the night went on, the more primal showboating was exhibited by the men. They’d all shoved each other in a needy and pathetic attempt to show you how to play pool. It was Sam that prevailed and he’d pressed himself up against your back, whispering in your ear what to do and basically bending you over the table to “show you the best technique”.

Thor nonchalantly told you about his great battle stories from across the realms, being sure to drop in that many a time the odds were against him but he had emerged victorious. He contended that whilst a vibranium arm, ten “magic” rings and the shield were cool, they weren’t quite Mjolnir or Stormbreaker.

Bucky and Shang Chi had cornered you to settle a debate on what would make the most best first date. Bucky was insistent that it was dinner and dancing; men these days just didn’t know how to treat a woman. Shang Chi had advocated for drinks and karaoke; it’s casual and fun, no one has to take themselves too seriously. When they had prodded you for an answer you just smiled sweetly and told them that both sounded like perfect ideas for a first date. This just spurred them on even more in hopes of achieving a date with you.

Kate started to feel more and more insecure watching all of these events unfold. It was like watching you being stalked as prey by a bunch of wolves. Suddenly, the idea occurred to her that maybe none of them were relenting because you hadn’t given them a reason to.

It was a tough pill to swallow; the idea that you had already given yourself over to them the way you did for Kate. Perhaps, you had actually slept with any number of them before and not told her. It’s not like the two of you discussed your other sexual partners while she was making you see stars. Still, watching you giggle and flirt with the guys whilst never displaying any signs of discouragement was all the evidence she needed.

Kate was starting to feel apprehensive that she was disposable to you. Whilst you might have been sleeping with other avengers and other people outside of the team for that matter; Kate had only ever wanted you.

She's mine

She wears a collar with my name

Secretive but not ashamed

Kate had had enough of watching the guys stumble over each other in desperate attempts to get close to you. Her breathing got heavy and her actions became aggressive. The final straw was watching Bucky put his arms around you from behind and swaying with you to the cheesy song playing.

Kate stormed over, puffing her chest out, with her hands in her pockets, exuding as much masculine energy as possible to join this competition.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” She ordered assertively giving you a look which told you that you should comply.

“Okay.” You replied, giving Bucky’s had a light tap. “Can you let me go, Buck? I’ll be right back, promise.” He quickly let you go with a pout on his face, devastated that you were going but eager for the return you’d promised.

“Why do girls always need to go to the bathroom together?” Sam interjected with a laugh. It amused you as you knew this wasn’t going to be a cute little catch up whilst topping up lipglosses together.

“I would tell you why, Sam, but then I’d have to kill you.” You flirted as Kate took your hand to pull you away. She groaned internally and rolled her eyes as you gave the boys a cute little wave and followed her into the bathroom.

Kate wasted no time in shoving you up against the wall, pinning your hands above your head and kissing you roughly. You moaned a little into her mouth, having been taken by surprise and you felt a familiar heat grow between your legs.

“You. Are. Driving. Me. Crazy.” She growled against your mouth before kissing you again, almost as though she was trying to consume you.

You smirked into the kiss, shuffling a little against her as you got more and more turned on. Kate was firm and still, holding your wrists in place against the wall. She moved to kiss along your jaw and finally down to your neck. The smell of cologne was lingering on you. It could have been from any of them, given that they’d all taken turns in trying to press themselves against you. It burned in Kate’s nostrils and motivated her even further to claim you.

Infatuated with an incredible need to mark her territory, Kate had become no better than the guys.

She harshly bit down on your neck and sucked in your most sensitive spot which inspired an excited yelp from you.

“Fucking hell, Kate.” You breathed out, moaning as she kept going. She dropped your wrists and her hands roamed the rest of your body, kneading your tits, dragging her nails down your abdomen over your dress and landing with a smack on your ass, cupping your cheeks.

You had wrapped your arms around her shoulders, enjoying every second of having her hands all over you. In truth, you enjoyed flirting with the guys. Partly because they were all undeniably handsome but mostly because you know it would get Kate all worked up like this.

Once she’d left a suitably obvious hickey on your neck she left a kiss on it and admired her work. She reached her hand up and grabbed on to your throat tightly and you relished in the squeeze.

“Who do you belong to?” Kate asked, giving you a stern and authoritarian look.

“You.” You moaned, enjoying this a little too much already.

“You, what?”

“You, daddy.”

Kate smirked and bit her lip at you becoming a mess already for her. “That’s right, babygirl. That’s fucking right.”

She turned you round so your chest was pressed against the wall. Your ass received a couple of harsh spanks before Kate pulled the hem of your dress up to rest on your hips. Her next move was to get on her knees behind you, biting at the sore flesh of your ass and you could have screamed. Fingertips digging into the wall and legs trembling, you turned your head to look at the door being so painfully aware that anyone could just walk in.

Kate pulled your underwear down and let it fall to your ankles. Putting her hand between your thighs, she parted your legs to get at her favourite part of your body. Slowly, she opened her mouth and dragged her tongue along your aching clit. A gasp was emitted from your lips and you arched your back to stick your bum out, exposing more of your pussy to Kate’s tongue.

Kate chuckled at your eagerness and submission. Her hands gripped your hips to keep you in place as she started to suck on your clit. She would take long gulps and hollowed out her cheeks to the drag the pleasure out for as long as possible. You were a writhing, moaning mess. Your forehead was pressed against the wall in a pathetic attempt to ground yourself. Your hands awkwardly flailed from resting against the wall to putting them over Kate’s on your hips. Usually, you would tug at her hair but with her being on her knees behind you, it was too difficult.

She hummed contentedly against you and it sent a sharp jolt of pleasure through your body. The mewls and cries you let out were so high pitched, you were both a little in shock that your voice could even go that high. Kate would alternate her method between sucking your clit to get it all nice and sensitive and then would lap it up with her tongue. The noises you were making told her all she needed to know about what a good job she was doing.

She noted your legs beginning to shake and knew you were close. Feeling yourself get very sensitive you tried to move away from her. Kate responded with gripping your hips tighter and digging her nails in. This sent you flying over the edge.

“Oh my god, thank you, daddy! I’m cumming, fuck!” You screamed as you let go, Kate sucking for longer in order to drag your orgasm out for as long as possible.

You leaned against the wall for support, your hands pressed on it to steady yourself. You focused on your haphazard breathing and attempted to regulate it. Kate gently pulled your underwear back up and stood up to pull your dress back down. She kissed your shoulder repeatedly and rubbed your back as you came to.

“You wanna go home?” She asked softly.

“Yeah.” You replied, knowing it wouldn’t be long before both of you were up for round two.

You should see their face when they finally realize

That she plays with the boys

But she comes home to me

It was pretty obvious when you and Kate emerged from the bathroom what you had been up to. Her hand was on the small of your back and she occasionally gave you some shoulder kisses. Likewise, you adorned a large love bite on your neck whilst your face and chest were red and flushed.

Kate wished she could have taken a picture of the guys’ faces. Each one of them had their jaw dropped in complete shock, having realised just how naive and clueless they had been all night. It made you giggle but it made Kate smug.

You took your bag back from Shang Chi who was holding it for you, giving the four men a sweet smile. “Tonight was fun, I’ll see you guys later. Bye.”

They wordlessly all raised their hands to wave you off. All of them were bitter and disappointed they had not caught on that it was Kate they had needed to compete with.

You turned to Kate who had tasked herself with sorting the Uber. Her hand returned to your back as she guided you out of the bar. She may not have had good odds in a fight against any of the four men, but she had won this and honestly, this was more satisfying.

Head's a mess

She's responsible

Change her mind

It's impossible

You rested your head on Kate’s shoulder in the car, relaxing into her. Kate moved and put her arm around you to which you gave a contented sigh.

Kate looked down at the sweet sight of you in her arms and began to wonder if this was enough for her. She couldn’t handle watching men flirting with you in a bar right in front of her face so she shuddered to think about what you did behind her back.

Her brain flooded with intense intrusive thoughts. Bucky’s vibranium arm round your neck, squeezing it just the way you liked. Sam bending you over that pool table, riding your dress up and pulling your underwear down just as Kate had done in the bathroom. Shang Chi spanking you as you let out excited moans, begging him for more. Thor eating you out as though you were his last meal and making your voice hoarse with your screams.

Kate groaned, the thoughts making her feel nauseous. She was aware that you had maybe done any of those things before. The real kick in the teeth though, is that you weren’t Kate’s girlfriend and were perfectly free to still do those things.

You had never suggested wanting anything serious, seemingly content with the arrangement you and Kate had whilst freely flirting with the guys on nights out. It occurred to the archer that she might control you in the bedroom but in real life it was you that held the reigns. You had everyone right where you wanted them.

Watch the girl get what she likes

WHY THE LAST SENTENCE WHYY

somewhere i can’t follow

pairing/s; ron weasley x gn!reader

warning/s; mentions of death and blood

word count; -1k

summary; war does not discriminate.

a/n; wow this hurts,, there was a literal discernable pain in my chest as i wrote this no i didn’t cry haha who said that. anw this was just to force the writer’s block out of my head so yeah

“hey, hey, look at me, [y/n]. look at me.”

ron was trying his hardest not to cry, hands shaking as they brushed your hair away from your face. his own body was tense as he cradled you, but held you still with an exact amount of tenderness.

evidence of war was littered all over your body, debris from the fallen wall left a nasty gash along the side of your face, and it was getting harder and harder to breathe. still, you reached out with whatever you had left in you to take his hand, ignoring the sharp pain in your ribs from where you were profusely bleeding out.

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Can I req something? you know about the subspace one when the marauders love to tease the reader to death and they barely acknowledge that she's already far gone and it takes them two hours to get her back (frustrated, panic and tired) because she refuses to come back unless they continue to fuck her senseless. thanks!

warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, a bit of marlene and lily but nothing sexual, voyeurism, really bad subspace, swearing, daddy!kink, BDSM, overstimulation, penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, mention of being naked in a public area, use of pet names, mention of spanking/bruising

It’s painful if you really think about it, the eighth orgasm that trying to pull from you, but you can barely move, limbs heavy with lethargy.

“C-Can’t. N-No more.” You blubber desperately, reaching down with trembling fingers to anxiously push at Sirius’ navel to get him away. However, your arms are so thick with fatigue that your fingertips merely brush through the soft tufts of hair of his happy trail.

“Don’t complain. You’re lucky to get my cock.” The male sneers, hips pistoning into your own with such a hard pace that the only noises that spill from your lips are short, staccato mewls that are utterly pathetic.

“Hurts. Hurts so bad. C-Can’t cum anymore. Don’t wanna.” But yet you’re not moving, taking every hard thrust against your overworked cunt with appreciative nods of your head.

“Aww, you’re fine. Don’t complain.” Sirius snarks, reaching forward so he can roughly grab at your jaw and force your gaze upon his own. His calloused fingertips are melding bruises into the supple flesh of your mandible, forcing your swollen lips into a pout.  “You love it. Now take it like the good little slut that you are and I’ll think about giving you the attention you seem to be so desperate for.”

He drags his palms over the curve of your hips before he pulls your perspiring limbs up, forcing your legs up back so your knees are nearly level with your breasts while he wreaks absolute havoc on your cunt.

“Careful, Pads. You’re going to fucking break her in half if you’re not careful enough.” James breaks away from his intense liplock with Remus, his chest expanding with his deep lungful of hair he’s sucking between swollen lips.

“Sod off.” Sirius groans, readjusting so he’s sitting more of his weight on his calves as he ruts into you, paying close attention to the way your walls are clenching so tightly around him.

The discomfort of overstimulation that is broiling in your abdomen is slowly growing into a pleasure that has you crying out desperately for more. “S-So good. So good, Daddy.” 

“Yeah? You like that, you little cock slut? Look at your pretty pussy, puppy. Look at it take my big cock.” Sirius seeths through a clenched jaw, releasing his firm grip on your thighs to curl his hands around your hips and press your thighs closed once more. At this point, he nearly throws your two legs over his left shoulder so he has more control over your figure. 

The slight curvature of his hard prick has the mushroom head creating exquisite friction against your g-spot, which, in turn, has dazzling stars doing cartwheels along the ebony expanse of your closed eyelids. 

Every hard spasm of your walls around the thick girth of his cock has the boy grunting out obscenities that would make even Remus blush as your back careens off the mattress in a delicate arch. 

With the new position, you find that there’s a dull ache that bleeds along the expanse of your spine, but it’s ebbing on the border of euphoria. Your brain is absolute mush as your orgasm edges closer and closer from your periphery while the soft sounds of Remus and James snogging echo in your eardrums. 

You allow your irises to make a small appearance as you slowly open your eyes, directing your breathing through your nose so you can maintain your breathing. And that’s when it hits you, a white-hot, final burst of light that flashes in front of your eyes as your climax hits you hard and fast. 

You want so badly to watch as James anxiously tangles his slender fingers through Remus’ tangled curls, tugging at them with such desperation that Remus has to drink up every soft mewl that spills from James’ lips. 

Their tongues are dancing with an unseen tempo, lips puffy and swollen from how utterly brash and lewd the entire endeavor is in itself. And the sight of it all is nearly enough to anchor you back to your body but not quite. 

For you’re drifting off with a soft delicacy, so thick a haze churning in your skull that no matter how many times you blink, you can’t seem to clear the sheening of tears over your irises. 

Sirius has spilled inside you, his seed thick and heavy inside your heat as he slides out with a soft sigh, releasing your thighs and allowing them to drop carefully onto the mattress. 

“One more.” You gasp as you turn over onto your belly, tightening your shoulders and pressing your cheek further into the bedsheets. You press your shoulder blades together and present your overused cunt to the males as you press your chest down and arch your back. “Daddy want your cock.” 

You can hear James detach from Remus with a soft gasp when he traipses over to you, hooking his hands under the bend of your waist and gently flipping you over so you’re seated on your bottom. 

Bruises from earlier endeavors that paint your backside are burning angrily and you cry out when you land so suddenly on your bum. “We’re all done, bunny. Remember when you told Sirius that you couldn’t take it anymore? You’re all done, poppet. Good job, m’love!” 

Your bottom lashes are growing heavy with the additional weight of impending tears as your bottom lip juts out in a begging pout. “One more. Please, Daddy.” 

You go to reach out, to cup his cheek, but James is catching your wrist in his large palm and pulling away. He barely registers the clouds that swim behind your pupils as he smears a soft kiss atop the tip of your nose. “Go to the bathroom, babydoll. Up now, come on.” 

You comply, and before they notice, you turn your head so they can’t register the tears that are now streaking down your crimsoning cheekbones as you hobble over to the bathroom. 

You go as quickly as possible, trying your very best to ignore the dull throb that zings up your spine when you accidentally brush over your throbbing clit, eliciting a soft cry from your lips. 

You stumble over to the water basin and slowly, lethargically wash your hands under the hot stream of water before shutting it off and smearing your hands over the large towel strewn haphazardly across the counter. 

“Now can I have your cock?” You raise an expectant brow as you grapple onto any available surface to prevent yourself from toppling over completely while you make your way over to the brunet. 

“No, ‘m too tired,” James answers in an honest response, brushing his lips over your temple as he pats softly at your backside, lulling you to pull your arms up so he can slip an old t-shirt over your head. 

You want to be a good girl, but he’s not noticing, he’s not understanding how badly you need this. You grab at his broad, muscled shoulders when you nearly keel over with how heavy your legs suddenly are.

When the flimsy, cotton t-shirt is covering your bare figure, you try once again. “Please, Daddy?” But you’re directing your question at Remus, flashing your best attempt at puppy dog eyes. 

“Sorry, bunny.” Remus chuckles as he slips a fresh pair of boxers over his hips. “Just all got soft. Maybe next time.” 

“We literally gave you eight. What kind of needy little cock whore are you?” Sirius snarks as he slips his own t-shirt over his head but nonetheless turns around the bed to pull you into his side and press an endearing kiss atop your ahead. “But good job, pup. Did really well for us tonight.” 

You nod blearily, shaking your head with hidden dejection, and slip out from his embrace to go sit down atop James’ mattress, or such is what they think. However, when their backs are turned, your slipping out of the door and padding down the hallway to find the stone steps. 

You were deep in subspace but now it’s even worse, especially with the snarky, yet teasing comment Sirius had just thrown in your direction. Sure, he meant well but you weren’t in the right headspace to see such intentions. 

You’re long gone before you’re able to hear their curious questions pertaining to your whereabouts as you find yourself in the Gryffindor common room. It’s late at night, nearly two in the morning, and so you find yourself momentarily disoriented as you try and find the entrance up to the girls’ dormitory; your room. 

The chill from the stone is biting into the soles of your feet as you slowly, and quietly pad up the steps to find your shared bedroom with Lily and Marlene. You’ve been able to choke back the sobs that have been churning in the back of your throat as you curl your fingers around the brass handle, but now you can’t as you push through the now-open door with a soft cry. 

“y/n? Oh, hunny, what’s wrong? Why the tears, m’love?” Lily cooes quietly as she rushes over to your quivering figure, fingers hovering so tentatively around your arms as your back collides with the door and you slide down. 

“It hurts so bad!” You blabber through waterlogged lashes, your chest heaving as you swallow shaky lungfuls of air. 

“What did they do? Tell me what they did.” Marlene is most definitely not happy, her blonde brows pulled in so tight there are hard lines drawn across her forehead. She’s pissed. 

And the sight only brings on another onslaught of heavy tears, as through your degenerative headspace, you think she’s mad at you.

“I’m sorry!” You wail curling your bare legs up to your chest and with a quick glance, Lily can see that you’re completely bare down there.

There’s no way on Godric’s green Earth that you’d ever willingly walk all the way across the common room without any bottoms on in a healthy mindset. And so with such an inkling, she completely sinks to her knees, cradling you to her chest as she speaks quietly with Marlene. 

“Don’t be sorry, dove. You’re alright. Tell me what happened.” She coos, pressing a freckled cheek to the top of your head as Marlene squats down to pat endearingly at your bare knee. 

Through it all, any bashful secrecy is thrown out the window. “Wanted to be a g-good girl. And they w-wouldn’t let me be one! Couldn’t even make R-Remmy hard. I’m not good enough to make them hard anymore!” You cry, the two girls trying their best to get you away from the wooden door. 

“Darling-” 

There’s suddenly a combination of fervent knocks against the door, the kind where someone is pounding their fists against the wood rather than delicately knocking as they should. 

Lily knows exactly who it is, and so she doesn’t bother getting you to cover up your bottom half as you cry into her shoulder. 

When the two females don’t respond, the male behind the door takes it in himself to shoulder in, face a ghostly pallor at your presence. 

“Princess.” Sirius rushes over, nearly dropping to his knees at the sight of you. 

“Don’t ‘princess’ her.” Marlene nearly snarls, shooting the brunet an angry glare as the other two come stumbling in. 

“Daddy.” You whine through your thick tears, pushing feebly away from the ginger’s firm embrace to go tumbling into Sirius’ open arms. 

Lily isn’t offended by the act, rather, she’s upset with their sudden entrance and the fact that they’re the reason you were put into such a bad mental state in the first place. “What are you doing here?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

You’re burying yourself further into Sirius’ chest, nosing at the sensitive junction between his neck and clavicle as you attempt to soothe your whimpers. Sirius parts his lips to argue until he hears you sniff audibly before you cry out with the soft brush of his sweatpants over your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“She was fine. You know we’d never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable or upset.” Sirius tells the redhead as he rises, holding onto you like a mother koala would carry her infant.

“Bullshit. Because she came to us crying.” 

“C’mere, bunny.” Remus sighs softly as he steps closer, and you listen, allowing the lankly male to pull you away from Sirius so you can latch onto him. “You alright, baby? Come back f’me.” He pets at your hair as he finds your bed, trying your best to distract you from the quarrel between Sirius and Lily who are only arguing for your wellbeing, of course.

Remus sits down atop your mattress, pulling you away a little bit so he can get a good view of your visage. “Hi, pretty girl.” He murmurs softly, brushing away the strands of hair that have managed to stick to your face with your hot, waterlogged cheeks. 

“Hi, Daddy.” You blubber, sniffling dramatically as you subconsciously jut anxiously against his clothed, muscled thigh. “Am I good, Daddy?” 

“So good, dove. Best ever.” 

“Why can’t I get you hard anymore?” You blubber anxiously, falling forward so your head is smearing against his clavicle. “‘M not pretty enough.” 

“Baby,” Remus gasps softly, encasing your rouging cheeks with his soft palms, which are such a stark comparison to the roughness of his fingertips. “You made me cum twice. Twice! I can’t go more than that, m’love. I can’t take it like you can. My strong, strong girl.” 

“Took our cocks so well.” James muses from behind, sponging delicate kisses along your shoulders before traveling up the back of your jugular and then to the back of your ear. 

“Sod off, James.” Marlene spits as she sits down beside Remus on the bed. “C’mere, pup. Let me dry your tears now.” She croons and you don’t hesitate to listen, slowly sliding off Remus until your head rests atop the cushion of Marlene’s thighs and your bare calves are left on Remus’ lap. 

“No need to cry, pretty girl.” The blonde cooes quietly, brushing the pads of her thumbs over the streaks of tears that have fallen and cleaning your cheeks from the pain that once resided there. “You’re alright.”

“Daddy’s mad.” 

“Daddy’s not mad at all, puppy.” Sirius voices from behind you, as apparently he and Lily have finished their argument. “And s’not Daddy anymore, m’love. It’s Sirius, yeah?” 

“S-Sirius?” You turn so you’re no longer facing Marlene, but rather Sirius. 

“Yes, puppy. Sirius. You did so well for us, baby. Good job. Come back fo’ us, yeah? Come back to me.” He grapples onto your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles before his lips stretch into a simper. 

“Please,” James whines quietly, rubbing his palm up and down your palm and squeezing softly at the sore muscle. 

“Don’t wanna. Want your cock. One more time. Wanna be a good girl. Please.” 

“No, baby.” 

Then you’re getting up, scrambling off their laps, and standing up as tears teeter on your eyelids once again. “Please.” 

The only person you haven’t attempted to persuade is James and you’re sinking to your knees beside him on the floor, and saddling over his lap (for he’s sitting on his arse), and curling your arms around his neck. “Want your cock just want more time, please, Daddy.” 

“It’s James, bubba. You know that.” His hands are steady against your hips as you wind yourself up in him, fingers scratching at the hair at the back of his neck. 

It’s been thirty minutes at the boys are beginning to grow worried. 

Then the time bleeds into an hour and you’re still whimpering for them to fuck you. 

And then it’s two. 

Under any normal circumstances, they would comply. But tonight was the night they managed to pull eight orgasms from you, which is something they’ve never been able to do before. They pulled you right over the edge and now they don’t know how to reign you back in. 

They have you curled up on Lily’s mattress with an old stuffie between your arms while Remus pets at your hair to calm you down. 

Sirius, James, Lily, and Marlene are standing, biting anxiously at their thumbs as they observe your quivering figure with Remus. 

They’re exhausted, it’s nearing 4:30 in the morning but they’re not going to bed with the impending risk of sending you to bed with such a mindset. But that’s not an issue because you’re barely tired. You’ve been wired ever since they overworked you, begging for more and it’s not as though they can soothe you. 

They’ve offered for you to get them off one more time, to get Lily or Marlene their orgasm, but you want your own. Eight wasn’t enough.

Normally this was strange because when you typically slipped into subspace, you were a babbling mess for their cocks, and now it was your own orgasm. 

But then you’re puncturing their timorous stupors when you roll over onto your back, still fingering the fringe of the worn-out stuffed animal, eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. “Remmy?” Your voice is meek as you sit up. 

“Yes, darling?” He kisses softly at the inside of your wrist. 

“Can we go to bed in your bed now?” 

They’re all collectively releasing that big breath that they had been holding for hours as you loop your arms around the freckled boy’s neck and allow him to pull you from the mattress. 

“Yes, baby. Of course, we can.” 

The walk back to the boy’s dormitory is a silent one, and it takes a couple moments for Remus to pull you away from his torso, but when he does, you’ve changed your mind and now you want to sleep with James. 

They don’t argue, knowing you’re still in a delicate state of mind and they only murmur words of appraisal until they know for a fact that you’re deep in sleep.

That’s when James pops that silent bubble (thankfully not waking you) and announcing his opinion on the little wager the three of them have going. 

“Ha! She chose me. Now, pay up, boys. Daddy’s getting moola tonight.” 

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loved this sooo sooo muchhh!!!! you're an amazing author!

'i know who you are' masterlist

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: A fall on patrol causes you to lose your long term memory, forgetting the identities of your friends and loved ones. You have to learn all over again how to survive in a post-apocalyptic world, and you learn things about yourself along the way.

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Joel has to make you fall in love with him all over again.

Series Warnings: smut MDNI (18+), post outbreak, language, angst, hurt/comfort, graphic depictions of violence, amnesia, slow burn, minor infidelity - more warnings will be stated for each chapter

Status: complete

I started a notifications blog in lieu of a taglist: @punkshort-notifs

Chapters:

1: the beginning

2: the journal

3: the accident

4: the others

5: the dinner

6: the fight

7: the week

8: the return

9: the end

Extras/BTS/Inspo:

Floor Plan

Pregnancy Scare headcanon

Drabbles/Requests:

Never Enough - a day in the life pre-accident

Before - the morning of the accident

Jealous - you finds out about Angie (the first time)

Stubborn - the night Joel convinces you to make things official

It didn't mean anything - Joel finds out about your history with Ben for the first time

Three Words - You remember another memory, this one more special than the rest

dividers by @saradika-graphics