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

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𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 part one | word count: 18.7k warnings: homophobic sentiments, angst, religious guilty / trauma, mentions of something like conversion therapy.

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 part two | word count: 22.7k warnings: smut, minors dni, very emotional scenes, just more religious guilt-tripping

𓏲 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖🕊 epilogue | word count: 5k no warnings

🦋- sub!james creaming his pants in class ugh

"My poor baby looks like you're having a hard time there" You teased, your palm pressing down on his clothed erection as the professor droned on about the lesson.

"Can't take it anymore mommy..." James shook his head, closing his eyes as he unconsciously bucked his hips up to the warmth of your palm. "...'m gonna cum if y'dont stop"

You watched him, smiling as he tried his best to contain his moans "You're not gonna cum cause you're a good boy" You whispered, your fingers tracing the outline of his bulge "You are my good boy aren't you?"

James shifted his gaze towards you, tuning everything out around him "But I can't hold it–" He whined, focusing his gaze on you and only you.

"Then what are you? A bad boy?" You asked, your fingers slipping through to undo his button, pulling down his zipper to further tease him.

"N-No mommy 'm your g-good boy" His left hand gripped the table as his right moved to stop your hand. "Don't wanna be a bad boy– please mommy" You brushed his hand away, continuing to palm him through his boxers.

"Then don't cum" Your words seem to fade as he gripped your hands again, his lips parting as he shuts his eyes, bucking his hips up to your balmy palm.

You could feel the wet patch forming under your palm, seeping through his boxers as it dampened your hand. ""M sorry m-mommy" He whispers as he watched your flat expression, still holding on to your hand as more of his thick cum spurted out into his pants.

"'M a good boy, a good boy I promise" He whined, finally coming down from his high, his chest heaving as beads of sweat rolled down the side of his head.

"Good boys listen to their mommies, you better enjoy that because that is the last time 'm making you cum this week"

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Tongue tricks?

A/n: another idea popped in my head so of course I’m gonna write it.

Summary: You're very innocent for your own liking.

Taglist: @diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx

It was another day of the team movie marathon, and despite the fact that none of you were weary enough or ready to sleep the night away, you opted to take your time and just talk about the stories you had shared with each other.

The bickering and teasing filled your ears while you sat on the floor in front of the center table, cross-legged. Natasha was sitting next to you, holding one tub of ice cream and two spoons, one for you and one for Nat.

You scooped a spoon full of ice cream and licked the side because it was dripping, causing Tony’s eyes to look at you with a teasing smirk. You ignored their constant chit-chat and happily hummed to the cookies and cream you were eating.

“I bet y/n is great with giving a head,” Tony said out of the blue, causing a red-headed woman to glare at him.

You furrowed your eyebrows, not really understanding what Tony meant. “Giving a head? Why would I give my head? "you snorted. You find it funny to cut your head off and give it to someone.

 "Tongue tricks?” Sam gave you a clue, hoping you’d understand what Tony meant. It earned another stern glare from the assassin.

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"My parents keep buying me all these queer stuff it's so embarrassed"

shut up just shut the fuck up man

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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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washing machine heart

ღ warnings: bad writing, that’s all.

ღ pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

you’ve been looking for your hoodie for the past 2 days. You could swear you left in in the laundry pile but when you got back it had been disappeared. Your girlfriend was about to come back from 3 day long mission, oh, how much you.ve missed her. As if she heard you, quinjet landed and your girlfriend came down. You ran to hug her, after a couple of minutes, when you pulled away, you looked down and surprise! She was wearing your hoodie.

“you had that??” She looked down shyly.

“well I wanted to have something that had your scent so that I wouldn’t miss you too much” you grabbed her chin softly and made her look at you. Was she blushing? You made one and only black widow blush?

“well then lets shower, get that blush washed out;)” she hit you playfully and started heading towards the shower.

“WAIT, can we shower together?”

*checks the age gap between me and my favorite actors*

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Acceptance

George Weasley X Malfoy!Reader

Summary: After dating George for a few months, you finally tell your parents about your relationship. Their reaction is even worse than expected.

You and George had been dating for months already, having been friends for even longer. So you both agreed you would both finally tell your parents about your relationship so you could convince them to let you spend the last few weeks of summer together.

You decided to tell them only a few days after you got home, knowing it would take a lot of time for them to accept it and even longer to convince them to let you go to the burrow.

“Mother, father, I need to tell you something.” You said fumbling with your hands nervously. Now, why were you so nervous? They were your parents they should be happy you found someone who cares about you, someone who always tries their hardest to make you laugh and smile, right? Well perhaps they would be if that someone was good enough according to their standards. George Weasley, however? Definitely not worth a Malfoy’s attention.

“Of course, sweetheart, take a seat.” Your mother smiled gesturing towards the chair next to hers while your father simply raised an eyebrow from his chair across the desk.

“I’m… I’m seeing someone. I have been for a few months.” Sensing your nervousness Narcissa took your hand in hers. Your father just kept looking at you coldly sensing he wouldn’t approve of your choice. As usual.

“Who is he?” Narcissa spoke after seeing you couldn’t really find the words to explain it by yourself.

“George Weasley.” You said looking at your father trying to read his expression. The silence that followed your statement was deafening. And when it was finally broken you wished it hadn’t been.

Your father laughed. You couldn’t see if it was because he was surprised and you couldn’t find anything that made the situation funny.

“Y/N I have put up with your nonsense for years. I didn’t do anything when you were  little and decided to befriend the house elves. I looked the other way when you were  seven and decided to learn more about muggles. I even welcomed you home after you went and got sorted into Gryffindor. But this? I will not have a member of this family consorting with blood traitors. This, I cannot accept.” You were astonished. Didn’t do anything? Looked the other way? Welcomed you home? In every single one of those situations you had been yelled at and grounded for weeks. If Lucius thought that was acceptance what was he planning on doing now?

“What do you want me to tell you? I like him. He makes me feel accepted and loved in a way that no one has ever done.”

“You will put an end to this right now. You will not see that boy again. Do you understand me?” Your father raised his voice standing up and slamming his hands on the desk.

“No. I won’t do that.” You said firmly trying to hide your nervousness.

“Y/N, you are my daughter, you will do as I tell you!” You could see your father’s anger was rising to a level that even you had not experienced, but you couldn’t back down. Not on this.

“I won’t leave him.”

“You either do as you’re told or you can walk out of this house and never come back.”

“Lucius, you can’t be serious.” Your mother finally intervened, getting up to calm your father, but he just pulled away from her. Meanwhile, your eyes were filling with tears.

“I have had enough of this Narcissa. This crosses the line. No daughter of mine is allowed to associate with such filth. So you either end this or you’re no longer a part of this family.” Your father looked you in the eye and the amount of hate and disgust present in his look was something you never thought you would experience.

“I… I guess I’ll be going then.” You knew you couldn’t stay after this. Even if you agreed to end the relationship you knew you would still be punished. And with the way your father was looking at you, you were scared of what he might do. He had never laid a hand on you, but seeing the look in his eyes you weren’t sure he wouldn’t. Not to mention that you could never leave George. He was the only one who made you feel loved. He was the only person who truly accepted you. After knowing what that felt like, you couldn’t just walk away from it.

You got up on shaky legs, allowing the tears to escape your eyes freely. You were just about to open the doors of your father’s office when you heard him.

“You have an hour to leave this house. If you’re still here after that time you will regret it.” You nodded and left his office. As you were walking away you could faintly hear your mother pleading with your father, but you knew he wouldn’t change his mind.

When you got to your room, you immediately started packing your things. Your vision was blurry from your tears and you were feeling light-headed but there was no time to spare. You weren’t willing to test your father on his promise.

“I heard about what happened. Are you really leaving?” You were startled by Draco’s presence in the room. In the middle of all your frantic movements and the chaos in your mind, you hadn’t even noticed him coming in.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You could just forget about the weasel.” This is where things always went wrong with your brother. You cared about each other deeply but he shared your father’s views while you did not. That seemed to be the starting point of all your arguments.

“I’m not having this discussion with you Draco, I have less than an hour to leave.” You looked at the letter in your dresser signed with George’s name. It had arrived earlier that afternoon, and you had decided to read it after talking to your father so you’d have something to encourage you. You picked up the letter and put it in your bag carefully to read later. When you looked up you saw Draco holding out a small pouch towards you.

“What’s that?”

“Money. It’s all I could find laying around the house so quickly.”

“I don’t need money, I have the key to my Gringott’s vault.” You explained and proceeded to open your dresser and shove all your clothes into your suitcase. Thankfully it was still charmed from your last trip abroad, so you’d be able to fit anything you wanted in it.

“You’re not over age yet, father has access to that vault.” Draco pointed out, still waiting for you to take the pouch.

“You don’t think he would leave me with nothing.” You said uncertainly, finally accepting the money.

“I didn’t think he would disown you either.” Draco said, moving to take your books off your shelves and helping you pack them. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not sure. Do you think Uncle Severus would take me in?” Spending your summer in a tiny apartment definitely wasn’t your first choice but Severus was your godfather and you did enjoy spending some time with him. You two had a strange bond, you being the only teenager he actually liked being around, but still, you weren’t sure he’d want you invading his personal space for the entire summer.

“He wouldn’t turn you away, but I don’t think he’d be too happy about it.”

“I’ll probably end up at the Leaky Cauldron or something.” You looked around your room finding the walls bare of all your books, photos and decorations. Somewhere in between packing and talking to your brother you had eventually stopped crying and were now feeling calmer. “I think that’s everything.”

“If you forgot something you can always write to me and I’ll try to send it.”

“That’s if father doesn’t burn the room as soon as I leave.” You smiled only half joking. You pulled your little brother into your arms and squeezed him tightly. “I probably won’t see you again until we’re back at Hogwarts.”

At that thought tears came back to your eyes. What was surprising was that the same was happening to Draco.

“Promise you’ll write to me. I want to know you’re okay.”

“I promise. I should leave now. I don’t know how much time I have left.” You grabbed your things and went downstairs. You found both your parents waiting for you in the living room besides the fire place, only one of them showing any signs of sadness.

Your mother hugged you before giving you the jar with the floo powder. You looked at your father expecting him to at least say goodbye but were met with nothing but silence. The only possible sign of uncertainty was his fingers fumbling with the top of his cane. Looking down you grabbed the powder, dropping it in the fireplace saying clearly “Diagon Alley.”

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NO NO NO NO NO NO WHY

Sometimes, when Sirius is sad he'll go and cry at the lake. And most of the time, a small black cat will sit with him until he feels okay.

Sometimes, when Regulus is sad he'll go and cry at the astronomy tower. And more often than not, a black dog will join him until he's calmed down.

Neither knows their brother is an animagus