Marauders Era

we all agree that jonathan can clearly tell that will likes mike, right? stoned or not he can see his brother pining from a mile away

Early Morning

Hey guys- I’m trying out some new characters that I’ve recently gotten into, the marauders. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you want to see next xx

Fem!reader x poly!marauders smut

Warnings: lots of smut, polyamorous relationship, mentions of denial and overstimulation, daddy kink

You sighed into the warm pillow, eyes opening slowly in the soft glow of sunrise. As you shifted, looking at the three boys sprawled on various beds in the dormitory, you felt the familiar ache between your legs and thought back to the previous night, face heating even at the memory of what they’d done to you.

“Morning, darling,” James murmured from beside you, stretching a toned arm out and pulling you close to his warm, muscular body. This was one of the rare occasions when he didn’t have quidditch training first thing, so you let him hold you for a bit, enjoying the way he traced small patterns on the bare skin of your shoulder with his finger.

James’ bed was probably the one you most enjoyed sleeping in, if you were honest. The early mornings were less good, but it was easier throughout the night- Sirius moved around in his sleep too much, and insisted on taking all the blankets, and Remus didn’t mind sharing a bed but he was often struggling with new scars, joint pains and bruises, so you felt nervous that you would hurt him in some way. James slept like a log, warm and stable for the whole night.

“Are you awake, bunny?” Remus, sleeping only a few feet away, had opened his eyes and was looking at you with a mild smile on his face. You smiled back, but it faded into an expression of surprise as your eyes travelled down his body and found the bulge under his blanket. “D’you want to come over here?” He held up the blanket, inviting you in, and you bit your lip at the sight of his half-hard erection.

As you moved away from James, the curly-haired boy grunted in protest, but conceded for you to go and lie with Remus.

As you slipped under the covers, Remus kissed your forehead softly, letting you pull down his boxers and freeing his cock, now fully hard. You breathed quickly, and he smirked as your small hand wrapped around his member, stroking it with practiced ease. His own hand- the one that wasn’t in your hair- trailed down your body and traced the slit of your already wet pussy, eliciting a small whisper from your lips.

“Hush, now.” He whispered, sliding his finger between those puffy lips and pressing it against your sensitive nub. You tried to contain your squeak, but Remus decided to help you by putting one hand over your mouth, muffling the sounds to continued to make as he pinched your clit, rubbing it between his thumb and forefinger.

It was an effort not to squeeze your legs together, with how sensitive you were, but you could already feel the coil in your tummy tightening. You lifted one of your legs and rested your knee up on his hip to give him easier access, and nodded your consent for him to thrust into you.

You couldn’t contain the drawn-out moan that escaped you, even past his fingers in your mouth, as he pulled you up to straddle him, letting his cock go even deeper. He rubbed your clit lazily with his thumb, relaxing against his headboard and watching you with still-weary eyes. You moved more quickly, but he soon put a stop to that, removing his fingers from your clit and mouth and using them to halt your hips, adjusting your speed so that you were now moving achingly slowly. You huffed in frustration as your once-close orgasm faded away again, but didn’t make a sound beyond that. If Sirius woke up, you wouldn’t be able to cum until all three of them had fucked you- he liked being mean like that, hearing your desperate cries for just a second more. Remus was usually a bit nicer with giving them to you, like James, but both of them liked to keep going after you’d cum, thrusting into you until you’d climaxed three or four times and were nearly in tears from the overstimulation.

Now, you could tell that Remus wasn’t looking for anything too wild. He was still tired, and he never pushed you very far the morning after a night like last one. Still, he was making you go much more slowly than you would’ve preferred. You closed your eyes as he pulled you down onto him again, bumping you clit on his pubic bone as you arched your back. Your near-silent moans grew in volume, feeling his cock hit your g-spot, and he pinched your outer thigh, prompting your eyes to spring open and look down at him.

“Quiet, now, there’s a good girl.” He said softly, moving that same hand to rub slow circles on your clit again. “Always so well-behaved the morning after, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Remmy.” You replied, interrupting yourself with a short gasp as you rocked forward and his fingers pressed more into your sensitive mound. He smirked.

“You look so pretty right now, puppy. You’re so cute when you’re desperate,” You blushed at his words, and looked to the side, but within two seconds he was guiding your face back to look at him. “Eyes on me, ‘kay?”

You nodded, and he paused, holding you up so that you couldn’t keep moving.

“Use your words.”

“Yes, sir, I’ll keep my- ah!” You whimpered as he thrust you down onto his cock, hitting all the right places. His eyes met yours again, and he sat up abruptly, muffling your moans with a deep kiss. You let his tongue into your mouth, enjoying the way his hands felt on your waist and it he back of your neck, holding your lips to his until he broke the embrace and started moving you up and down again, faster now and at a new angle which somehow went even deeper than the first. You bit your lip, nails digging into his firm biceps as you chased your peak.

“You close, puppy?” He asked a moment later, feeling you tensing more and more.

“Ah- yes, Daddy! Please- mm!- please can I cum?” You managed to stammer, forcing yourself to keep the orgasm at bay until you had his permission. He took his sweet time to answer you, a slow smile spreading across his features as he took in your sweat-sheened face and growing urgency for release. Finally, he relented.

“You can cum for me now, pup.” To finish you off, he took his hands off your neck and waist and gripped your breasts through the big t-shirt you’d slept in, squeezing and massaging them and you came with a high-pitched moan, muffled as your head fell against his shoulder, still gripping his arms more tightly than ever. The intense pleasure was mixed with some pain remaining from last night, and you clenched around him, milking his cock of Remus’ own cum as he finished with a soft groan, muscles tightening.

“Thank you, Daddy.” You lay down beside him. “M’sorry for making sounds.”

He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could you heard the familiar, arched voice of your other boyfriend from his bed across the room.

“We didn’t mind, did we Prongs?” Sirius sauntered over to the bed, and Remus watched amusedly.

“Not at all.” James replied, now evidently wide awake.

“My turn.” Sirius said.

“She’s tired. After breakfast, maybe?” Remus asked, but it was less of a suggestion than an order. Sirius sighed, rolling his eyes, but nodded his agreement. Only you seemed to realise that Remus wanted you clinging to him for the morning- he could be a little possessive that way, and you didn’t mind at all.

Kinktober 22 - Breeding (Loki)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Smut warning, dub con/noncon

(Possible proof reading errors)

Length: One Shot

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“Why am I here?” you’re struggling against the two S.H.I.E.L.D agents with the glazed eyes

Loki prowled in front of you, still dressed in his ceremonial robes. He’d said nothing to you since you’d been brought here, kicking and screaming from your ancestral home in Europe.

“Sit,” he says simply.

“I don’t want to.”

“SIT!” he commands and you flinch, your eyes flicking to the sceptre with the razor sharp point at the end.

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A HARD DROP OF NEW ART

THE BRILLIANT RON WEASLEY

twin flame: george weasley x reader

twin flame (n.): an intense soul connection, sometimes called a “mirror soul,” thought to be a person’s other half. it’s based on the idea that sometimes one soul gets split into two bodies. one of the main characteristics of a twin flame relationship is that it will be both challenging and healing. this is due to the mirroring nature of a twin flame; they show you your deepest insecurities, fears, and shadows. but they also help you overcome them and vice versa—your twin flame will be equally affected by you.

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key: ❁ smut, ☽ angst, ☼ fluff

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epilogue ☼

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i threw this together really fast but im honestly really proud of it

pose | s. black

summary — “Pose.” He says, “show your husband how good I've been slutting you out all this time.”

warnings — infidelity (?), daddy kink, pet names, fingering (light), filmed sex, oral sex (male receiving), innocence kink, cream pie, degrading, praise.

word count — 1.9k

author’s note — just so y’all know, this is divorce lawyer!sirius, i didn’t know how to deadpan it in the fic lmao but yea.

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Voice quivering you gasp, “Sirius- what if he- fuck!- what if he walks back in?”

Sirius scoffs, “let him, see how he feels when he catches another man balls deep your pretty cunt.” You whine, head knocking back on the wooden desk, letting the brunette resume his kissing on your neck, soft skin puckering with goosebumps at the contact of his lips.

His skilled fingers drum over your sopping sex, collecting your slick in them, he brings them to his mouth; you fucking throb at the sight.

“You’re so sweet I could feast on you for a living, doll,” he purrs, eyes darkened with fervent lust.

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𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 | 𝐫.𝐥

word count: 1.8k

summary: after seeing you clad in his sweater, remus’ size kink starts to kick in, leading to a rather eventful afternoon

warnings: size kink, daddy kink, dom/sub roles, use of the nickname bunny, fingering, degradation, face slapping (only if you squint,) slight overstim, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), belly bulge,

a/n: i’m so tired so i’m so sorry for any mistakes or typos, also this wasn’t intended to be a short!reader, remus is canonically very tall so you could also be tall and still be smaller than him

what was supposed to be an innocent study date with your boyfriend in his dorm, was escalating to much more. as soon as you walked in the room and he noticed you were wearing his sweater, something ignited in him, and his plans were quickly changed.

he was much taller than you, so his clothes inevitably engulfed you; the sweater you were wearing drooped almost fully down to your thighs; it drove him wild.

the way you were much smaller than him was one of his biggest turn ons; his mind went back to all of the nights you’ve spent together, letting him manhandle you or watching as he was able to leave a stomach bulge with his cock.

“look so cute wearing my sweater, bunny” he says softly, rubbing his up and down your thigh. even at the slightest bit of praise, your cheeks flush and you already feel yourself starting to slowly slip into your submissive headspace. “wore it for you daddy” you purr, nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck.

“yeah? just for me?” he asks condescendingly, and you only nod in response. “words y/n” he chastises sternly. “you know how you’re supposed to respond to me, bunny. don’t act bratty” he scowls.

“y-yes, wore it just for you” you whimper, looking at him with big doe eyes, worried that you’ve just upset him. “m’sorry daddy, m’ your good girl, promise” you assure, twiddling with your fingers.

“yeah? you’re still my good girl? can you prove it, show daddy how much of a good girl you can be?” he asks softly. you nod your head eagerly and he laughs.

he gets up off the bed and hooks his hands under your thighs, pulling you toward the edge of the bed to where only your legs are hanging off. as he begins to strip himself of his clothing, you sit up and start to take off your his sweater off, but he’s quick to stop you.

“leave it on” he orders, “wanna fuck my precious little bunny in it.” you blush at his lewd words, doing as he says and keeping it on but unzipping your skirt, taking it off and tossing it onto the floor. you wait for him to finish undressing, an impatient whine emitting from your mouth as you feel yourself growing needier and needier.

“want your cock, daddy” you whimper once he’s finally stripped down to only his boxers. “i know but you gotta be patient, bun” he coos, tapping your hip, signaling for you to lift your hips up so that he’s able to drag your panties down your legs, and you obey.

“gotta get you ready for my cock” he says, dragging your panties all the way down to your ankles before discarding them to the floor. “needa get you all nice and stretched out first” he says, spreading your legs, putting your cunt on display; it’s glistening with your own juices, the sight making a small groan leave his lips.

“already so wet f’me and we haven’t even started” he taunts, slowly dragging two of his fingertips up your folds, feeling your slick. bucking your hips, looking for more friction, you attempt to grind against his fingers. “such a needy little slut, aren’t you?” he tuts.

“y-yes, m’your needy little sl—“ you cut yourself off with a gasp as you feel him push one finger inside of you, then another, before he starts pumping them in and out. “f-fuck, daddy” you cry as your e/c eyes roll back.

remus has tried teaching you how to get off with your own fingers before, but you realized it’s not nearly as pleasurable as whenever he does it. his fingers were much bigger and longer than yours, reaching spots inside of you that you’d never be able to find on your own.

“yeah? bet it feels much better than your little fingers in there, hm?” he says, speeding up his pace. “much b-better, daddy” you mewl breathily. “i bet” he coos, a patronizing type of tone lacing his voice. “can feel you clenching around them, bun. you like daddy’s big fingers, don’t you?” he taunts. “y-yes, l-love them.”

he begins scissoring his fingers inside of you as he moves his thumb to your bundle of nerves, rubbing figure eights to heighten your pleasure even more.

“fuck” you mewl, back arching up from the mattress. “watch your mouth, bunny” he warns, swatting your cheek with his free hand. “m’sorry, d-daddy, just felt s-so good” you blubber between pants and breathy moans. “s’not an excuse” he scolds. “now be good.”

he starts to pick up the pace, now knuckles deep, and your hand grips onto his wrist as he continues his assault on your pussy, curling his fingers so that they prod at your g-spot mercilessly and repeatedly.

“daddy, f-feels so g-good” you whine, body starting to quiver. “i know, can feel you clenching around my fingers, love” he says, knowing that you’re close to the brink of your orgasm. “keep taking them, baby.”

“c-can’t!” you cry. “m’so close, g-gonna cum soon!” “yes you can, just hold on a little bit longer” he coos, just wanting to watch you squirm, to see how long he can drag this out.

the fact that he’s speeding up his pace on your clit is not helping, and you’re wondering if you’re going to cum without his permission, not sure if you can hold it much longer.

“p-please! please daddy!” you cry, hands clutching onto the bedsheets. “please what?” he taunts with a smirk. “p-please l-let me cum, let me c-cum for you.”

and finally, he gives in.

“alright, give it to me, bunny. cum for daddy, bun.”

just seconds later, a wave of euphoria washes over you. you’ve reached your orgasm and the coil feeling in your stomach has snapped, you just came all over his fingers, leaving them coated in your juices, a mixture of your slick and cum.

after slowly pulling them out, he brings them up to your lips. “suck” he orders, pushing his fingers past them, making you taste yourself. “good girl, baby he praises, admiring your content expression, your eyes closed as you suck on his fingers. then after a few more seconds he pulls them out, making you whine.

“don’t act bratty, you were the one who wanted my cock and now you’re getting it” he chastises through gritted teeth as he pulls down his boxers, freeing his painfully erect cock. “besides you said you wanted to show me how you’re a good girl, hm?” he patronizes, reflecting back onto the conversation you had earlier.

“now, are you gonna take my cock like a good little whore?” he asks, tapping the swollen head against your clit, the sensitivity from your previous orgasm making you squirm. “yes daddy” you respond softly.

he pushes the sweater up to your mid stomach as he languidly stokes his cock, lining himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself in, and after giving you a moment to adjust he begins his thrusts.

remus was big, there was no doubt about that, and he always took a second to get used to. even though you’ve been together for a good amount of time, the initial stretch still makes you gasp.

“s-sensitive, daddy” you whimper, still recovering from your previous orgasm. “i know, but you can handle it, baby” he encourages. “be a good girl, remember?”

“such a tight little pussy, bun” he grunts. “s-so big, daddy” you whimper, feeling yourself clench around him at his words, indulging in the way he completely stretches you out. “yeah? such a big cock for such a small little pussy, hm? s’like you were made for me.”

“m-made for you” you echo, your head lolling to the side as you watch the brunette boy above you, little gasps leaving your lips everytime you feel him reach an even deeper spot inside of you—if even possible.

“feel you in my t-tummy” you gasp, eyes fluttering shut as you grip onto his biceps, pulling him closer. he glances down at your stomach, watching in awe as the imprint of his cock bulges your skin with each thrust. “fuck” he groans at the sight, placing a hand over the bulged skin, feeling himself go in and out of you.

“s’in my tummy, daddy” you breathe, your eyes rolling back while you grip onto his biceps. “i know, baby, look” he coos, placing his hand over the bulged skin, feeling his cock go in and out of you with every thrust. “look at how deep i’m fucking you, bunny.”

you glance down to where you two are connected, and then to your stomach, watching as the imprint of his cock presses against your abdomen, bulging the skin, before locking eyes with him again.

remus could have sworn that the sight below him was one of the most beautiful he’s ever seen: his girlfriend splayed on the bed below, mouth agape with her brows slightly furrowed, her flushed cheeks and messy hair, the look in her eyes as he fucked her into oblivion. it was the most perfect sight.

“s-so deep, daddy” you mumble, head falling back onto the mattress as you feel yourself about to reach your climax, your legs beginning to shake. moving his thumb to your clit, he starts rubbing circles, trying to bring you to your second orgasm of the night as he feels his starting to approach too, every noise that leaves your lips bringing him closer and closer.

“i know, love” he coos, a loud groan leaving his mouth shortly after as he feels you clench around him, much tighter than you have before, signaling that you’re close, so he speeds up his circles on your clit, making a breathy moan escape from your lips.

“g-getting close, close daddy” you babble, looking up at him with wide eyes. you’re already sensitive from your previous orgasm, so you’re trying hard not to cum, knowing that you’re not allowed unless you have permission.

“i know, baby” he pants, thrusts beginning to get sloppier. “you’ve been such a good girl for me” he murmurs.

you pull him closer by his shoulders and he rests his face into the crook of your neck, the feeling his hot breath fanning against your neck making you shiver.

“g-gonna cum” you whimper. “gonna cum, p-please let m-me cum for daddy.” he moans, your pleads and whimpers making his cock twitch, letting you know that he’s about to finish too. “cum, make a mess all over my cock baby” he breathes. “cum all over my cock” he says, giving you permission to finish.

a sting of curse words and his name leave your mouth like a mantra, back arching up from the mattress as you reach your orgasm, a bright flash of white light clouding your vision as you cum, remus following shortly after, filling you up with his seed.

after taking a few minutes for both of you to catch your breath, he slowly pulls out of you. “what do you think? maybe i should wear your clothes more often” you tease, making him chuckle. “i wouldn’t mind” he admits. “round 2?” “round 2” you say in agreement.

Unconditionally | R.L

Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Gryffindor!Fem!Reader

Summary: Sirius and James don’t approve of Remus’ relationship with his girlfriend of four months.

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Diamonds (Sirius Black)

Word Count: 0.8k

Summary: Sirius helps you get ready for a date night

A/N: This is for @ladyvesuvia writing challenge!! No warnings, just self-indulgent fluff!! Talks of marriage and the future. No reader pronouns used. My requests are open!

As you stood in front of the floor length mirror in your dorm room, your eyes wandered over to Sirius who was sprawled out on your bed behind you, content in simply watching you get ready for the night. His eyes ran over your face in the mirror as you rummaged through your jewelry, selecting a necklace that you often wore on the romantic escapades that Sirius planned. 

You held the gems up to your neck, debating if the piece went with the outfit that you wore – chosen by Sirius, of course. Getting ready for date nights was never really a hassle as Sirius helped pick your outfits, held your small mirror while you did your makeup, and helped style your hair. Truthfully, date nights started hours before you left the common room as you spent the better half of the afternoon together anyways.

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