Unconditionally | R.L

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.

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞 —send me a shy!reader request for any character (with a plot) and I'll write a >1k drabble

sirius/james introducing shy!reader to remus. and shes just like quiet and in awe, but remus loves it.

luveline's 40k party ☆ tysm for requesting! remus x shy fem!reader

James is used to your personality after months of being your lecture neighbour, unperturbed by your quiet. "It's going to be fun," he promises, handing you a cold glass of cranberry vodka. "They're nice, okay? I won't let anyone irritate you." 

He's hosting a party and had the generosity to invite you round early. He's easing you in, so to speak. It took him two weeks of steady Hellos for you to work up the courage to say Hi back, another two weeks for small talk, a month before you felt comfortable speaking to him first. If you're that shy, a party is basically torture.

"It's not about irritating me," you say. 

"I know, I'm messing." James lists his head to the left. A second later, there's a knock at the door. "Aha. Wait here, shortcake, there's someone I want you to meet." 

"James," you say after him, wet from your glass leaking down to your sleeve, "what?" 

"I asked him to come early and say hello! He's quiet and handsome and you'll love him, just don't stare at his nose." 

What's wrong with his nose? you think, alarmed. 

James opens the door. Two new voices emerge, one scratchy and a little high, the other smoother. "I need to pee so bad," the scratchy one declares, followed by bounding footsteps up the stairs. 

"You alright?" the smoother asks.

You think there's patting, a hug, "I'm brilliant! You smell really nice, Remus, like a garden." 

"Lovely."

"In a good way! Come and meet my Y/N, you remember I told you about her nice gel pens?" 

James leads the smooth-voiced Remus into the living room. You hurriedly put down your drink and stand, wiping your wet hands in your shirt. You cringe at the darkening fabric but hide your grimace as they stop in front of you. 

"Remus, Y/N. Y/N, Remus," James introduces you both. 

Remus has a scar across his nose that seems cruelly cut. There's another beside it that starts in his upper lip, both of which end in his eyebrow. You know how self-conscious it feels to be looked at, so you manage to smile and offer your hand without too much of it. He's handsome with his scars, a nice nose with a ridge and brown eyes the colour of caramelised sugar.

"Hello," Remus says, shaking your hand. His is big enough to make yours feel small. 

"I invited her early because she's more fun than the rest of our lot," James says, throwing himself down on the sofa and kicking his legs out on the coffee table. 

Remus taps your elbow very gently as if to usher you to sit and sits down beside you, enough space to be casual but too little to stop the rampant nerves that blossom in your stomach. 

Remus asks about your life. What you're studying, where you're from, if James is being nice to you. While James is touchy in the rough older brother way, scrunching your shoulder and shaking you when you're not expecting it. Remus is touchy in a different way, you find, almost as if he doesn't know he's doing it. His shoe bumps your shoe, his hand falls down between his outer thigh and your own, his knuckles touching your jeans very lightly. He spins in his seat to talk to you. 

You don't notice other people arriving, nor the scratchy-voiced friends return. All you can do is look up at Remus with wide eyes. Your nerves meld to something warmer. 

"And what do you do?" you ask him. 

He smiles like you've wandered into a secret. "I'm trying to write a book." 

"He's being a bit much," Sirius says to James, the two now loitering in the doorway with matching beers. You and Remus chatter on, unaware of their running commentary.

"It's a very strong reaction. I knew she'd like him, but I didn't think she'd like him like that." James takes a sip of his drink. Remus asks you a quiet question. You duck your head, playing with your sleeves, and Remus, the bastard, ducks his head to follow your gaze, smiling at you all the while. 

James almost chokes, pointing his bottle toward you both as though Sirius isn't already looking. "He's eating it up. I forgot how flirty he is."

"She'll be nice to him, won't she?" Sirius asks, like it's a done deal. To be fair, Remus seems enthralled with you. 

"Definitely. She's very nice. Oh, look, that's sick, she's gonna pass out." James winces as Remus takes your arm into his hand. 

Remus wouldn't do anything cruel, but James wasn't joking when he told Remus that you were exceedingly, achingly shy. He's about to step in and rescue you, but you turn into Remus' touch and pull your leg up on the sofa to make yourself comfortable. Your voice is animated, if quieter than the average person's.

"Woah," James says, beaming.  

Remus flirts almost as a defence, like he wants to get the rejection over and done with so he can move on. You've yet to reject; you're looking up at him in moderate awe, your lips quirked into an easy smile. 

"Boo!" James calls, flicking his bottle cap at Remus, who brushes it away. "Took me three weeks to get a smile out of her," he mutters. "What a dick." 

Not a god damn word from me ...

WHO THE HELL?! ━ imagine!

eddie munson x fem! reader

summary: when eddie munson doesn't find the need to tell the dungeons and dragons club members about his new girlfriend. so imagine dustin's surprise when he visits eddie's trailer and sees it looking impeccably clean.

wc: 956

“Okay, Eddie! I hear you! So it’s just in your living room? On the table beside the sofa? Okay!” Dustin stops his bike beside the Munson trailer, dropping it down onto the dirt as he rushes to the door. “Wait- how the hell am I supposed to get inside?!”

“Did I not give you my keys?”

“No!”

“Damn!”

“Wait! I see someone inside! I’m just gonna knock on the door till they answer. Talk to you later, over and out!” Amidst Eddie’s protests, Dustin turns off the walkie-talkie and strides over to the door. He secretly hopes to himself that it’s not Eddie’s uncle. But shit, who else is going to be in the Munson residence if it wasn’t Eddie or his scary-looking uncle?

He breathes in and out, raising his fist to knock on the door. However, right after his fists land on the door, it falls open as if it wasn’t locked in the first place. 

‘Red flag. Red flag.’ Dustin knew better than to go into a complete stranger’s house. But, this was Eddie’s trailer. The worst thing that can happen is that he can stumble on some disgusting shit, or God bless him, his uncle holding a knife to his chest ready to pop off and kill him. ‘God, please guide me.’

As he walked inside, it seemed empty. There was absolutely no sign of life, but something did scare the living shit out of Dustin. 

The Munson trailer was clean. Clean as fuck. 

Dustin only knew Eddie from the beginning of the school year. But, regardless of the short time, Dustin knew that Eddie hardly took care of himself and would rather focus on anything else other than cleanliness. Shit, he remembers that one time he went inside Eddie’s room and it was laundry day. The stains on that mattress were traumatizing. 

After going through a state of shock, Dustin remembered the reason why he was even in Eddie’s trailer. He began his search for the paper his leader needed, but it was far more difficult to find compared to the simplicity Eddie emphasized. Dustin cursed him under his breath, opening up every drawer on every table by the one sofa in the entire living room. 

However, Dustin was so focused on his search, that he completely went deaf to the sounds of movement behind him. 

“Hey! Who the fuck are you?!” Dustin almost fell back at the sheer terror he just felt surge through his heart. His breaths began to get erratic. Seeing a really, really pretty woman standing with only a shirt and…shorts? Or were they panties? He didn’t know. But it was fucking scary. Or hot? He didn’t know. “Hello?!? You better say who you are before I call the cops!”

“Wait! Wait! Eddie sent me here! He sent me to get something for the campaign! My name is Dustin! Dustin Henderson!” Dustin raised his hands up in defence, not seeing the woman’s shoulders deflate in relief. She chuckles, prompting Dustin to lower his hands. “W-Wha-”

“God, I’m sorry. Did I forget to lock the door again? Shit. I’m gonna get myself killed one day. Anyway, the paper he forgot is actually on the kitchen counter. I put it there figuring out he was gonna come back.” She walks past him. 

‘Oh jeeze.’ Dustin tries not to look at them, only looking forward to where the paper was. 

“Here you go, sorry about earlier. I just got scared is all. Did he drive you here?”

“No…I biked here.” He blinks twice at you, becoming nervous at your gaze staring him down. 

“Oh my god! Really? Do you want some water? What about a cookie? Oh wait! I baked some cookies earlier, I was really bored. Can you bring some to the DnD club, please? Eds loves them…” As you ramble on about cookies and water, Dustin can’t help but gaze at your beautiful features. Your voice was also soothing, and shit, you look like you give the best hugs. “Shit, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Y/N, Eddie’s girlfriend. Nice to finally meet you, Dustin!”

‘Now I know why Eddie hides you.’

–

“Fuck! Look who finally decides to turn up! Henderson, what took you so long?” Eddie walks up to Dustin, eyebrows furrowing in search of the paper he asked him to get. “Did you get the paper-”

“You son of a bitch!”

“Excuse me?”

“I should be saying ‘excuse me’! I get sent, for a paper, and y’know what I find? Hm?” Dustin looks around the room past Eddie, trying to show them validation for his anger. “The most beautiful and shit, best baker, I have ever met in my life!” After his last statement, Dustin shoves the container of cookies at his (now ex) idol’s chest. 

Eddie, though initially confused at Dustin’s anger, finally understands why when he sees your signature chocolate chip cookies. You always add M&Ms, saying that they ‘add a pop of colour’ to them. Not that he minded. He loved it. 

“I don’t get why you’re angry-”

“Bitch?! You have to show them off! Sell these cookies for God’s sakes! Bring her to meetings! Shit! Do I have to teach you how to be a good boyfriend?!?” Dustin drops his bag, groaning at Eddie’s ‘stupidity’. “Let’s get on with the game!”

Eddie looks at Dustin, then at the container in his hands. 

It wasn’t like he was hiding you. Eddie smiles to himself, propping open the lid and eating one cookie. 

Eddie just thinks that you’re his little secret. Only he gets to eat your cookies. Dustin just happened to stumble upon them. Never again though.

“Hey, Eddie, can we try some of those cookies-”

“Fuck off Gareth.”

Hot take but girls who have a yellow aesthetic and play ukulele, keep succulents in their room and talk about saving the bees aren’t “cringy” They’re just happy or trying to be happy. You guys are just assholes.  

𝕨𝕙𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 // 𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕗!𝕔𝕖𝕠!𝕕𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕓𝕠𝕤𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕧𝕚𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕕 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕠𝕟

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕗𝕗,, 𝕔𝕖𝕠!𝕕𝕚𝕝𝕗!𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠,, 𝕓𝕦𝕓𝕓𝕪,, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,, 𝕤𝕠𝕗𝕥 𝕤𝕞𝕦𝕥,, 𝕤𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕤𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘,, 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕤𝕦𝕓𝕤𝕡𝕒𝕔𝕖,, 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕜,, 𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕟𝕪!𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣,, 𝕚𝕞𝕡𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕒𝕘𝕖 𝕘𝕒𝕡,, 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕒 𝕤𝕦𝕘𝕒𝕣 𝕕𝕒𝕕𝕕𝕪!𝕕𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕠 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪,, 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟,, 𝕔𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕖

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 𝟝.𝟙𝕜

𝕒/𝕟 → 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕪 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕔𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕞𝕒𝕤 𝕞𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕝𝕤 :)

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