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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.

claire!! my love!!

i was just wondering if you could write me something for din using the prompts

“H-how long have you been standing there?” &

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

maybe you could also throw in a lil bit of din the dilf’s breeding kink??

(could you uh make it extra smutty and make my ovaries explode??)

thank you!! i love you!!!!

OMG Jo, seriously, you’re KILLING me over here. This was sooooo filthy and fun to write LOL. I hope you like it!! 😘

Word count: 5860+

Outline: “Mando”/Din x “You” (cis/het female reader; “blank canvas”/no physical description/no name/no use of “Y/N”)

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ ONLY; Din eavesdropping; female masturbation; Din physically crowding you up against a wall; a sprinkling of angst; blackout room conditions so Din can remove the helmet; breeding kink; unprotected P/V sex; Din has a filthy mind and a filthy praise-kink mouth to match; BREEDING KINK out the wazoo; a little bit of sexy anticipation, then a little bit of romance, and then just pure SMUT

You opened the door to the hallway after your shower and let the cool air wash over you as you got dressed. You knew Mando was up in the cockpit fiddling with something that was going to take a while, and the small bathroom was entirely too steamy for your liking. The vent fan never seemed to keep up with the hot water you luxuriated in after a mission like this.

You and Mando had been on a desert planet for three days, braving periodic dust storms to find the bounty, and the endless waves of dirt had seeped into your mouth and nose. It had even seemed to settle into your joints, making them ache. You finished toweling off and stepped into your underwear.

“Dammit!” Your foot caught on the waistband but you recovered your balance quickly. You started to wonder what would happen if Mando walked in on you, caught you naked. Would he even notice? He didn’t treat you like a woman while you were hunting or fighting together. If he saw you naked it would probably be nothing. He would probably treat you like you had simply taken off a cape or a glove.

But during the nine months you had spent with him, working alongside him, talking to him in the little short conversations he actually held with you, you had fallen in… maybe not love, but something like it. Lust maybe, or yearning, or something equally desperate. You didn’t want to call it love when you didn’t even know his name.

Thoughts of Mando were starting to fill your every waking moment. You fantasized constantly about ripping off his armor and his cape, licking every inch of the expanse of skin underneath, seeing his face and making genuine eye contact. You touched yourself so often in your bunk before sleep that you had forgotten to be quiet a few times. But his stoic posturing and lack of any indication to you that he saw you, or that he recognized that you were a woman at all only drove your infatuation. It was hell.

“Man probably doesn’t have a single atom of sexuality in his body.” You muttered to yourself as you looked in the mirror and applied cream to your desert-dry skin. “I could probably lay naked across his lap and he wouldn’t even notice. Fucking sexy goddamn idiot, walking around like he’s swinging the galaxy’s biggest dick. Fuck me.”

You propped one foot up on the edge of the sink and started to apply cream to your leg. “Fucking sexy moron. Probably doesn’t even notice I have boobs. Might as well be a fucking frog lady for all he notices.”

You began to wonder if talking to yourself was a sign of some kind of hyperdrive-induced madness. Not that it mattered. Your only conversation partner was so closed off, so short with his answers that you might as well talk to yourself. You shrugged and switched to your other leg.

“Maybe I should jump him, make him notice me for once. Ha, like that would do anything. He’d probably freeze me in carbonite so that he doesn’t have to hear me talking so much.” You put your foot down and slathered cream on your arms and shoulders, following your weird train of thought.

“... or maybe he’s into that. Real weird shit, like freezing women in carbonite and jerking off on them?” You held that mental image in your brain for a half-second too long and then shuddered.

“Ew. Gross. Or maybe he’s just into normal kinky shit and hasn’t been around a woman in so long he’s forgotten how it works.”

You grabbed your toothbrush and started to clean your teeth. You spit out a mouthful of foam and then pointed the toothbrush at your reflection while you continued.

“Maybe you’re it, sweetheart.” You winked and smiled at yourself. “Maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him what love is. Ha! Love…”

You smirked at yourself and continued brushing. You spit out the final mouthful of foam and leaned close to the mirror, looking at your eyeballs and gums up close, inspecting yourself for signs of ill health. You lowered your voice in a parody of a sexy accent.

“Or maybe you’re just the woman he needs to remind him how luxurious a warm pussy and a pair of boobs feel in the dark when you’re out in the cold reaches of space.”

You nodded once at your reflection, as if a vital consensus with mirror-you had been reached. You stepped into your sleeping pants and slippers and pulled your shirt on over your head. You grabbed your toiletries bag and stepped out the door, taking a left toward your bunk.

You ran into a wall of Beskar. Oh fuck.

Mando was standing with his shoulder propped against the wall between the ‘fresher and your bunk. The ladder to the cockpit was about six steps behind you, which meant that he hadn’t just come down the ladder, because you would have seen him in the mirror while you were talking to yourself, which meant… Oh FUCK.

“H-how long have you been standing there?” Your voice was high and squeaky.

Mando didn’t respond, just tilted his helmet an inch to the side, like he was studying you. You felt your stomach flip over and something warm and wet rushed to your crotch. You hoped you hadn’t just peed yourself a little from fear.

You were about to open your big mouth and make some excuses about dust madness or sleep deprivation when you heard him sigh… or you thought you did anyway. It was hard to discern that soft of a sound through his modulator while your heart was pounding in your ears.

“Long enough,” was all he said, and then he walked past you and climbed the ladder to the cockpit.

You stood, rooted to the spot for ages, until you shook your head clear and went to your bunk. Maybe that hadn’t happened at all. Maybe you imagined it. Maybe you should get some sleep.

You tossed and turned for ages, trying to pinpoint the exact moment where Mando could have crossed the hall without you seeing him in the mirror, and trying to recall exactly what you had said and when. Either he had crossed the hall outside the ‘fresher door in the half second when you had pulled your shirt over your head, or he had been there since you got out of the shower and opened the door. If he had been there since you opened the door, that meant that he had heard everything, every crazy thought that you had voiced. But if he had somehow only crossed the hall while you were pulling on your shirt, then why would he have said ‘Long enough’?

Your panicked calculations ran over and over in your head, doing nothing to calm your distress. The more you thought about Mando, the more you wanted him. Okay, so what if he overheard everything? Did that change anything? No. Apparently he had decided to just… not react to it. He had swept past you and made for the ladder, and in that moment where he shared your space you had caught a whiff of his scent, that mix of cold metal and scruffy wool, the musk of something salty and warm that lay just underneath, which must be just him.

As you thought about that moment in the hall, your fingers moved almost automatically to the waistband of your sleeping pants, and you savored the coolness of your fingers when they met the warm mound of flesh just under your navel. You stroked yourself there, moving lower with each graze of your fingertips until you felt the first whisper of the coarse curls that dusted your pubic mound. You brushed your fingers along, moving lower and lower until they reached the valley between your outer lips, the crevice that you opened with a single sweep of your finger, where warmth and wetness lay buried.

You propped your legs open and found your clit, the little bud that made you gasp when you touched it and made you want to cry Mando’s name loud enough to echo through the whole ship. You clapped a hand over your mouth to muffle your moans while you rubbed harsh circles around your clit, dipping your fingers occasionally into the pool of slick that was growing by the minute. You dragged the wetness back up to your nub of nerves and kept going, harder, faster, almost punishing yourself for daring to even think about Mando that way.

He clearly didn’t want you, and the idea that you might end up torturing yourself like this for months or years longer produced an ache, a soul-deep longing to just stay close to him no matter what the circumstances, so that you could keep getting the little glimpses of him that fed your obsession. Once he had reached for a lever in the cockpit and you had caught a flash of skin at his wrist, a centimeter of flesh that fueled your bedtime fantasies for weeks.

And then just now in the hall, that rush of air in his wake as he passed you, the smells of him that combined to make him: his scent, his aura, his presence. That salt-metal-musk of him, and a hint of soap, the buttery-woodsy scent that perfumed the steamy bathroom after he had showered. You had gone in once right after he left the ‘fresher before the vents had cleared it, and the smell of his soap, so masculine and clean, had made your cunt clench. After that you seemed to find excuses almost every time to use the ‘fresher immediately after he had showered and vacated it.

You felt like a creep but you liked smelling his soap, liked the way the steam warmed your face and made it prickle as you sat and inhaled a part of him that was there but couldn’t be seen. It was almost a religious experience like that, ephemeral and intangible, with the undercurrent of shame and fear of being caught. What kind of weirdo sits and smells someone else’s shower steam and gets turned on?

The memory of all the times you had touched yourself like this before, in your bunk and in your shower and in the steamy bathroom inhaling the clouds of Mando’s soap-scent all crashed down on you at once, and a cry ripped from your throat.

You bit it off halfway and it ended with an “-mmmh!” You hadn’t heard any sounds from beyond your door, so you weren’t worried that Mando had heard you. He was probably still up in the cockpit, fiddling endlessly with knobs and buttons, trying to extract the best fuel efficiency possible. You rubbed yourself more gently until your climax shuddered to a stop, and then it was over.

You wrapped yourself up in your blankets and slept like a rock.

The next morning you woke up tense and nervous about seeing Mando. Despite being sure that he had decided to ignore what he had heard, you were still anxious about facing him. You got dressed and stuck your head out your door, not seeing him out in the hallway. Your shoulders relaxed a bit. You decided to try to just go up to the cockpit like normal. If he was going to ignore it, you could do the same… or at least you could try.

You closed your door behind you just in time for his heavy footsteps to descend the ladder from the cockpit. Fuck.

“Morning,” you mumbled. He hit the ground and turned to you, not moving a muscle. Oh stars, here we go, you thought to yourself.

He nodded his helmet at you once in greeting. “Did you sleep well?”

“Yeah, yes. Yes I did, thank you… You?” You made awkward, polite conversation back, even though you were half convinced he didn’t ever sleep at all. Just one more mystery of the Mandalorian you were probably never going to solve. But at least he didn’t seem like he was interested in talking about anything he may have overheard, or that he was offended enough to kick you off the ship, so that was a relief.

“Yes.” He held his visor trained on you from just a few feet away. You found yourself fixing your gaze on his neck, not bold enough to look him directly in the region of his eyes like you normally did.

You waited for him to say more. When he didn’t you found yourself nervously trying to fill the silence.

“Um, what’s on today’s schedule? We still traveling or did you want to stop anywhere? I mean, I’m fine with either option, I don’t need to stop. But if you wanted to-”

“No.”

You were almost grateful for the way he interrupted you.

“If you still want me to repair the-”

“No.”

You were starting to feel a little bit of panic. The topics of traveling and ship repairs were pretty much all you had to rely on without resorting to an awkward silence... or worse, broaching the subject of last night. You vowed not to ever talk about that if you could help it.

You nodded once and then fixed your gaze on the toes of your boots. You put your hands behind your hips and leaned back against the closed door of your bunk in a parody of a relaxed posture. You folded your lips in between your teeth and bit down, forcing yourself to look back up at his visor. If this silence lasted any longer, you were going to break and start chattering nonsense just to fill the void.

Mando took a step toward you and you involuntarily flinched. He paused, and you were filled with regret. Had you scared him off? Had you made things that terrible and awkward? Was he going to kick you off the ship?

You forced yourself to breathe evenly, in and out through your nose. In the quiet it sounded like you were taking big shuddering gasps of air. Fuck, I can’t even breathe like a normal person.

“Did you enjoy yourself last night?” Mando’s voice was low, and you weren’t sure you had heard him correctly.

You stuttered, “Wh- What? What do you mean?”

“Did you,” he took another step closer, “...enjoy yourself last night?”

Oh fuck, so he was going to talk about your embarrassing bathroom monologue after all. Fuck fuck fuck.

“No, I-” You forced yourself to at least maintain eye contact with his visor as you stumbled over your words. “I don’t enjoy that kind of thing. I mean, I don’t do it for fun, I was just, ummm... bored and I- It’s not fun for me or anything. I mean, I don’t- I don’t always- Look, I know it was rude and I’m sorry.”

“So,” he moved closer, nearly towering over you where you leaned against the wall, “...you didn’t enjoy that... last night?”

You gulped and stuttered more nonsense. “No, I- I mean, I was just trying to fill some time and I thought I was going a little, you know, nuts after that last mission. I’m sorry if you overheard me. I mean- I just- I-”

“Because it sounded to me like you were enjoying yourself.”

“Ummm… no- no, sir,” Oh fuck, did I just call him sir? What the fuck is wrong with me?

You tried again, “I’m sorry if you overheard me. I was- It was rude, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said what I said.”

Mando propped one arm against the wall near your head, boxing you in. You wouldn’t be able to untangle your own arms from behind you without pushing your body against his.

He inclined his visor lower and purred, “What you said?”

“Yes, in the ‘fresher, I’m sorry you overheard me with the door open, talking to myself about you. I’m- I won’t do it again.”

He tilted his visor just an inch lower, and you got the distinct impression he was enjoying this, enjoying watching you squirm.

“I wasn’t talking about the ‘fresher.”

Your heart stopped for what felt like a full second, and then picked back up at double speed.

“What?” Your voice was a mere squeak, barely a whistle of air forming one word.

“I wasn't talking about the ‘fresher.” Mando’s voice was low, as dangerous as you had ever heard him.

Your eyes were glued to the curved black of his visor, and you couldn’t form coherent thoughts or any words besides stuttering out another weak, “W- what?”

Mando brought his free hand up to your face. His fingers were curled just under your chin, the pad of one huge thumb pressed flat under your lower lip.

“I was talking about you touching yourself in your bunk where you think I can’t hear every moan that you make. Where you think I can’t hear you fucking your own fingers practically every night, for months.” He was holding your chin in place with his gloved fingers. Under any other circumstances you would have been drooling with lust from both your mouth and your pussy. But this was torture.

You let a small sigh out, and it felt like all of your last bit of life force went with it. For the first time in your life, you felt like you were going to faint. You managed to shudder a great heaving breath in and stay upright. You had survived worse, you could manage to get through this little embarrassment, and then you could make your break from the ship, leave the Mandalorian, and go to whichever corner of the galaxy he wasn’t going to be in. You tried to remind yourself that nobody ever died from a little embarrassment.

“I- I…” You tried to form some kind of rational thought, and then you seized on a little spark of anger. You jerked your chin sideways to get it loose from his fingers, and then you scowled up at his visor. You tried to get very angry at the idea of him listening in, when that was actually all you had wanted for months.

“That was private, Mando. Are you saying that I should be embarrassed about a biological function of the human body? Masturbation is normal.”

He practically whispered, and you had to strain to hear him over your own pounding heart.

“I didn’t say it wasn’t normal, sweetheart. I asked if you had enjoyed yourself, because it sounded to me like you did. Contrary to popular belief, I have noticed that you’re a woman, and I do have at least one atom of sexuality in my body. I’ve touched myself at night, too, thinking about you.”

Oh stars, if embarrassment couldn’t kill you, the sudden jump in arousal might. You felt your stomach flip and your pussy clenched hard around nothing. The fresh clean underwear you had put on this morning was drenched.

You couldn’t speak, but Mando seemed to be fine continuing his train of thought. “And if you wanted any help in that department, I know a certain ‘sexy moron’ who might be able to assist.”

“Oh fuck.” Your voice was back to a squeak.

“That’s not an answer.” He tilted his visor just a degree to the right. “Do you want my help with that?”

You closed your eyes and nodded vigorously, nearly headbutting his helmet. “Yeah, yes. Yes please. Yes.”

“Good.” Mando stood back from the wall and put his hands on his hips. Now that he wasn’t crowding you, you felt like you could breathe again.

He held one gloved hand out to you. “We have at least a few hours with the ship on autopilot. Your bunk or mine?”

“Yours.” You pushed yourself off the wall and nearly fell. Your legs had gone numb. Mando caught you around your waist and looked down at you.

“Ground rules first. One, you can’t see my face. We have to leave all of the lights off.”

You nodded up at him. “Yeah, okay. I’m okay with that.”

“Good. Two, you have to stop creeping into the ‘fresher after every shower I take. That’s weird, cyar'ika.”

Your eyes fluttered closed and you laughed. “Yeah, okay. Sorry.”

“Three, you can call me Din. It’s my name. But you only use it when we’re alone, got it? Everywhere else we go, I’m still ‘Mando’ to you.”

You looked back up at his visor with your best, most honest face. “Yeah, I can do that… Din. That’s nice.”

Mando released you and held your hand as you walked the three steps over to his bunk’s door. He opened it and motioned for you to get inside. You kicked off your boots and crawled up on the bed. Mando closed the door and started to remove his armor and his layers of underclothes. You took the hint and started to undress yourself.

You lay naked on the bed, taking in the sight of him as he disrobed in the dim light. It was odd that he could get entirely naked and let you see his cock, his broad shoulders, thick and solid muscles from fighting, scars and all… but not his face.

As if he could read your thoughts, he turned to you and said, “I can’t let you see my face unless we’re married, unless you’re my riduur, my wife.”

You blinked at that, the thought of being lucky enough to become his wife was dizzying, potent and attractive.

You had a sudden thought and sat up, dangling your legs off the side of the bed. “Are we- are we ruining that? If we do this can I still be- I mean, we’re not supposed to wait until after marriage, right?”

“We?”

“I’ve been on your ship for months, Mand- I mean, Din.” You shook your head to clear it.

“I’ve been lusting after you since the first time you said my name. I’ve been half distracted by thoughts of you every day since I got here…” You trailed off, unsure of how to say what you were trying to say without just coming right out and saying it.

Din moved closer and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. “Are you saying you want to do more than just fuck?”

“Well… yeah. I mean, if I just wanted a fuck I could’ve gone to any brothel right near the landing pads, at any of the places we’ve stopped.” You looked down at your lap, somehow more embarrassed by the admission that you hadn’t had sex in months than you had been by all of the conversation up to now.

Mando slipped one of his broad hands into yours, intertwining his fingers. The warmth and the new, strange sight of his calloused hand holding yours so gently gave you the courage to finish voicing your thoughts.

“But I… I didn’t want that. I don’t want just a fuck…” You looked back up at his visor and took a steadying breath in. “I want you, Din. I love you.”

Din let a long breath out, “Cyar'ika, I- I’m happy to hear you say that, but I don’t want you to get into anything with me that you might regret.”

Your voice was quiet. “Does that mean you don’t love me?”

He turned you to face him, broad hands holding your shoulders. “No, that’s not what it means. I- I’ve felt the same way about you since you got here. But I had to hide it because this is a hard life that I’ve chosen.”

“I know that, Din-”

He cut you off. “No. This is it. We may not be able to settle down or stay in one place. I can’t guarantee that there will be any luxury or softness in your life. It means that I love you so much that I want you to be absolutely sure of what you’re choosing, if you choose me.”

You blinked up at him. Did he really not see?

“Din, I’ve fought alongside you for months. I thought that I had proved myself capable, but if you think I’m weak or I can’t handle it-”

“Mesh’la, I know you can handle it, I know you can fight and that you’re strong. But it has to be your choice.” He took both of your hands in his. “You can’t choose this on a whim. You have to choose with your eyes open.”

He brought his hand back up to grip your chin again, thumb planted firmly to tilt your face up to his. You saw yourself reflected in his visor, and you realized instantly that your face looked just as determined as you felt inside. You brought both hands up to wrap them around his shoulders, stroking the skin on the back of his neck. He dropped his hand from your face and wrapped both arms around your waist.

“My eyes are open, Din, and I choose you. If you need more time, if you don’t want to decide right now, I’ll wait for you. I’ll stay and fight alongside you and prove my love to you a thousand times if that’s what it takes. But I choose you, and everything that goes along with that choice.”

Din bent his head to yours and touched the front of his helmet to your forehead. The gesture was strangely somehow more intimate than the fact that you were sitting naked next to one another on his bunk. You sighed and closed your eyes, reveling in the feeling of him under your fingertips, the contrast of the cool metal against your forehead, the warmth of his soft skin where it pressed against yours.

“I want you to have my warriors, mesh’la. Do you want that? Do you want me to father your children?”

Your arousal surged back suddenly. YES, your entire body screamed at you. You inclined your head back and leaned your face up to kiss the top of his visor.

“I’d love nothing better, Din. If you want me, I’m yours. I’ll bear twenty warriors if you want me to.”

“Mesh’la, I-” He stopped. “Not here. I can’t marry you here. You deserve to do it on some beautiful green planet, to wear flowers in your hair and say your vows with me in the sunlight.”

“Okay, Din. Whatever you say. I don’t care where we make our vows.” You stroked your hands down his broad shoulders and gripped his biceps. “I’ll do it here, I’ll do it on the farthest-flung planet if you say so. I’ll do whatever you say, whatever it takes to call myself your wife.”

He leaned his helmet to your head again, and whispered, “Cyar'ika, my beautiful girl. My girl… close your eyes.”

You sat back on the bed and closed your eyes. Din got up and you heard the soft hiss of his helmet coming off, then a thud as he laid it carefully on the floor. Then there was a soft click as he turned the lights off before he joined you on the bed. He gently pushed you onto your back, and you felt him recline next to you, your bodies and legs pressed together as he lay on his side facing you.

His voice was strange without the modulator, somehow the same velvety tone, but entirely different altogether. “You can open your eyes, cyar'ika.”

You did, and found that the entire bunk was dark, no seam or seep of light from the hallway around the door. You turned your face to Din and whispered his name, “Kiss me.”

He did, and you melted into it. You realized suddenly that although you had spent so many months fantasizing about what he looked like under his helmet, you actually didn’t care now. You just wanted to feel him and be with him. To be his.

You felt his erection grow hot and hard against your leg, and you whimpered as his tongue probed your mouth. His lips were soft, his kisses languid and deliberate. You were split in two by the desire to take your time like this, and the equally strong throbbing in your clit that urged you to hurry along to the fucking.

You decided to let him go as slow as he wanted. There would be plenty of time for that later, and you suddenly realized just how quickly things had moved to this point. This was your first time kissing the man who would be your husband. The thought of it nearly bowled you over. Last night in front of the mirror you had called him some very bad things while also somehow complimenting him, and then you had touched yourself in desperation like you had almost every night for the last nine months. And now, here you were in his bunk, naked together and engaged to be married. There was no need to rush things.

Din kissed you like he was trying to memorize you, and you gave him the best of yourself in return. You whispered and murmured sweet words to him in between kisses, licked into his mouth with the same vigor that he licked into yours, and stroked his cheek with your fingers.

“Din, I love you so much. I want to be yours forever.” You kissed him deeply and pulled his hand down to rest on your belly. “Please give me children. Please let me carry a part of you inside me. I want you to fill me up with your seed, let it grow inside my womb.”

“Mesh’la,” he nearly whined at that.

He kissed you again more aggressively as he rolled himself on top, bracing himself on his hands above you. You gripped his forearms just below his elbows and got wetter at the feel of the hard muscles under his hot skin. He was strong, you had seen that in action many times, but the corded muscles just under the skin were proof of his presence, the man under the armor.

The realization that you would be the only woman for the rest of his life to feel him this way made you moan.

“Din, take me. Please? Take me now.”

He whispered to you in the dark, “I will, mesh’la. I’m going to fuck you and fill you up. Fill you with my semen. You’re going to have my baby.”

You opened your legs wide, feeling the heat ebb from your throbbing cunt. Din shifted against you and you felt his cock press against your seam. He rolled his hips away from you, and in the next moment he was halfway inside, kissing you hard as he moaned into your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pulled him into yourself, feeling ravenous and greedy, wanting every inch of him inside of you as soon as you could. You reached up to caress his neck and cup the back of his head. You were surprised to find that his hair was soft, and that it curled down to the nape of his neck. You hadn’t given a thought to his hair, other than to note that his pubic hair and body hair was dark when he undressed. You just hadn’t spared a thought to what the hair under his helmet would look like, or if he even had any at all.

You were instantly curious about the color of Din’s eyes, and whether your children would look more like him, or like you. You smiled into his kisses in the dark, savoring that sweet wonderment as your husband-to-be fucked into you, rolling his hips against yours in the dark and joining the two of you forever.

Din started huffing out words that landed somewhere between devotion and depravity, filled with more emotion than you had heard from him in all of the preceding months.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, mesh’la. I’m gonna fill you up and fuck a warrior into you, fill you with my cum and watch you grow round. You’re going to glow with my baby growing inside of you.”

You moaned and spasmed around his cock, chills of electricity running up and down your spine as he growled out more of his filthy praise.

“You’re going to look so beautiful, cyar'ika, so fucking gorgeous after I fill your hot cunt with my seed. You’re going to take it all and let it fill you- fucking fill you up until you’re bursting… my good girl.”

You felt your climax growing, and you pulled your knees up high so that he could thrust even deeper.

“More, Din-” you huffed out the words as best you could. “Tell me more. Fuck me more.”

He began thrusting harder, stuttering out his words with each plunge of his meaty cock into your wet, hot center.

“You’re- fucking- beautiful. Fucking gorgeous.” He kissed you hurriedly, eager to spill more dirty talk into you. “We’re going to take- take our vows tomorrow- take our time after that- fuck you until you’re dripping with my cum. Fuck a warrior into that ripe womb of yours.”

“Oh fuck, Din. I’m gonna come. Keep going.”

“Touch yourself for me, cyar’ika. Touch that beautiful cunt and make her swallow me whole.”

You cried out at that and then reached down to find your clit, to coax yourself over the edge as Din continued to utter his honeyed filth into your soul.

“You’re going to carry- carry my warriors, mesh’la. Grow round with my baby inside you- spill honey from your breasts for my child.” He groaned and you could tell he was close.

“I’m going to fill your hot cunt with my seed, m- make you froth with my cum, cyar’ika. Everyone will know who you belong to.”

He thrust even harder, ramming his cock into a spot deep inside of you that made your eyes water.

“I’ll protect you both, cyar’ika. Shelter and care for you while you grow our baby inside of you. Fill up this fucking hot cunt- this perfect fucking pussy- over and over again. Protect you for the rest of my life.”

“Fuck, Din, I’m coming!” You felt your whole body thrill with the force of your orgasm, your pelvic muscles squeezing him hard as you threw your head back and moaned.

Din groaned and thrust four, five, six more times until he plunged deep and held still, collapsing down on top of you to bury his face in your neck. You felt him spasm as he lay pressed against you, his hot, sticky cum spilling deep inside. You wrapped your legs back around his hips and held him in, murmuring sweet words into his ear as you stroked his hair.

“My love, I’m going to have all of your babies. I want you inside of me always, Din.” You pressed kisses to his ear as you whispered. “I love you so much. I’ll follow you to the farthest star and back, my love, always.”

Din panted as he came down. You felt him soften inside of you, but he didn’t withdraw. He pulled his head up and kissed you softly.

“Mesh’la, I can’t wait to marry you. My wife… my love.”

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🖤 - praise and size kink with remus the night before a full moon. You don't have to do it if you don't want to!

I researched a bit for these headcannons, and I hope they've turned out alright 😏😏

Warnings: +18 only, minors dni, size kink, praise kink, fingering, rough sex.

Remus has a hard time controlling his most carnal instincts the night before the full moon.

You know that he's a werewolf, but it bothers you why he pushes you away the day before the full moon. You don't understand.

So one day, you confront him, and he's still hesitant, "It's hard for me the day before."

Insisting that you want to help him, that you want to be beside him, you finally persuade Remus and he says you can come over the next evening.

"But I want you to leave if you ever become uncomfortable."

Not understanding his concern, you nod anyway, happy to know that you'll be beside your boyfriend during his hard times.

Everything starts out perfectly normal, you were munching on some takeover, drinking some wine listening to some music Remus had put on.

But as time passes you notice Remus starting to become restless, constantly fidgeting and moving around the room, excusing himself to the bathroom far too many times.

"Are you okay?"

His eyes have something carnal in them, something feral, "I want you so bad, baby girl."

It's completely normal, you have a very active sex life so you don't think anything is out of place. You move towards him, and Remus flinches, holding his hands up.

"No, you don't understand, I won't be able to control myself."

And you can feel your body humming as a response, "Then don't."

All control that he had instantly evaporates, and in a flash, he's on top of you, pinning you against the sofa with his body, his hands roaming everywhere as he attacks your mouth.

You can't help the moan escape your lips when his large hands envelope yours and pull them above your head, holding them in place with one as the other starts ripping off your clothes.

"I love how you wriggle underneath me, so helpless and powerless."

He gropes you and bites you, creating marks all across your body, to let the world know who you belong to.

When he rubs his cock against your aching entrance, you whimper, begging him to push in.

"Please, I need you. You feel amazing when you're inside of me."

"Tell me how you feel," he growls, letting go of your hands and uses his long fingers to play with your clit. You've never seen him like this, so demanding, so feral.

"it feels like it's my first time whenever you fuck me. You're so big."

He pushes a finger in and you moan louder.

"Tell me more."

"You're so big Remus, you fill me up so much it hurts."

His finger is gone and before you can protest, he's pushing in, slowly easing himself into your entrance.

"I'm not even all the way in and look how you're whimpering. So small and tight."

He loves how tiny you are, how he can easily grab you, change positions, lift you without even breaking a sweat.

Every single time, he has held himself back when he enters your tight, wet cunt, but today he doesn't have an ounce of control left within him.

He loves to rip you open, watch you furrow your brows, trying to adjust to his length.

"That's it, take it like the good girl you are. You look so pretty with my cock buried deep in your cunt. So beautiful."

You're a sobbing mess when he starts fucking you with a pace you've never known he was capable of before.

He loves to see the outline of his hard cock through your stomach as he moves in and out of you.

"Such a good little girl," he grunts and you almost come by his words alone.

Remus fucks you mercilessly for hours until you both grow tired from the multiple orgasms you've both had. He falls asleep, and you decide you're never leaving him alone again the day before a full moon.

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Looking at the Past

Summary: Loki gets captured by the TVA and gets to see his past were he finds out that he had a lover; you.

A/N: so I watched the first episode of Loki and it inspired me to get out of my writers block and write a story about Loki looking back at his past and sees someone that loved him. So trigger warning VERY EMOTIONAL AND LOKI EPISODE 1 SPOILERS

Loki had never felt so far away from the concept of control until now. He never felt so lost, so helpless and so purposeless until he stepped foot in the TVA. He hated the feeling, he hated feeling this way, he hated the Avengers but most of all, Loki hated himself.

At first, he thought it was a joke. That this place was all a front, that he was a God and a God was the most powerful being. However, after visiting Casey and finding the multitude of infinity stones used as paper weight, he realised that the TVA was no joke. The TVA was in fact the keepers of time and all the choices his made were choices that was already written.

Except him running away of course.

Loki looked at the projector that was playing before, paused on all the Avengers. A thought had slowly crept into his brain. The thought of looking at his whole life. He shuddered at the thought. He was scared. Mobius had told him his life purpose was to create pain and suffering for others so that they can achieve the best version of themselves. Had that been true? Was his whole life just pain and suffering? Had his life been a meaningless void filled to aid others to the betterment of themselves while he crumbled to nothingness?

Loki let out a sigh, thinking to himself how he might as well see how horrible his life was. He sat down on the metal chair, letting out a breath. His shaky hand went to the player, fast forwarding it to his mother’s death. The death that he had caused.

A single tear rolled down his cheek as he realised that his mother’s death was on him. He never thought Mobius was telling truth, that he was lying to manipulate Loki. But the infinity stones in Casey’s drawers had reminded him about the awful fact that he did indeed kill his mother. He was the reason why his mother had died. In an effort to gain control of his life, he lost the one thing that mattered to him the most; his mother.

He fast forwarded it but paused when he saw an familiar face, your familiar face. He was confused, you were the one who fought against him with the Avengers, why did you show up again? Did he come back to Earth?

“Loki, you are not responsible for your mother’s death,” you spoke, walking around to face him. He could see the skyline behind you, realising it was the Avenger’s Tower. Apparently he had returned to Earth after his mother’s demise.

“I led them to her!” He heard himself yell, chucking a glass. But you didn’t flinch. “I led them to her! I killed her!”

He watched as you walked closer to him, grabbing his hand. “You were in your lowest state, vulnerable to your weakest intuition. Your father had imprisoned you. Even though someone had been torturing you to do the things you had to do to New York.”

Loki flinched at that. Were you guys that close that he told you his deepest darkest secret? About how Thanos had tortured him and imprisoned him to get the other infinity stones?

“How did you know about that?” Loki yelled at you.

Apparently not.

“Because I can tell when someone has been tortured and manipulated by monsters,” you replied back in a calm voice, your eyes tearing up. “I know Loki. I know how it feels to helpless, to feel lost and unwanted and-“

Loki stopped it, his breath trembling. He fast forwarded it, not wanting to hear anything else as more tears fell down his face. He paused again, seeing a provocative image fill the screen and his veins filled with curiosity.

“Loki,” he heard your voice moan. He watched on as he saw himself not fucking you, but making love to you. He watched himself, his eyes filled with love and adoration at yourself.

He watched as your bodies molded together so perfectly, how you were both moving in synchrony. He watched as none of you broke eye contact, as both of you moaned in pure bliss.

“I love you,” he heard himself tell you. Something he never realised he would ever tell anyone. And by the vulnerability in his eyes, he knew future him had a hard time even saying it. He looked at you as if he was scared he had frightened you, as if those words had pushed you away.

But it didn’t. It had made your bright and beautiful smile broaden even more.

“I love you too.”

He let out a breath, not stopping himself from crying this time. Had he finally found someone who loved him for himself? Had he really been that lucky? He paused it again, looking at you. How your eyes looked at his. How calming and serene you two looked together.

He fast forwarded.

“How could you do that!” He heard himself screaming at you. Your face was in tears, looking back at him. “How could you be so idiotic, I told you to go back!”

“Why are you so mad, I’m still alive aren’t I?” You yelled back, clutching your stomach.

“Barely! God you humans are so daft!” He yelled back at you, his hands brushing his hair back. “Humans are so fucking daft and fucking pathetic!”

“Oh I’m sorry God Almighty, forgot you were immortal!” You yelled back, letting out a groan as your stomach was fighting against your screaming. “I’ll take the thank you later.”

“Thank you? Thank you!” Loki yelled back at you. “That weapon would’ve barely scratched me! You didn’t need to risk your life to stop it! You didn’t need to almost die just so you get to play hero and-“

“Don’t you understand that I can’t lose you!” He heard you scream louder than ever before, making him go silent. You let out a sob, shaking your head. “You’re the only- only good thing that has ever happened to me. And and- fuck, it scares me how much I love you. I love you Loki Laufeyson. I love you so much that I’d go through hell and back just to make you smile even if it meant I wasn’t alive to see it!”

Loki paused the video, letting out a sob before shaking his head. He couldn’t even fathom it. He thought he was an unlovable monster. Yet it seemed that you were blind to all of it.

He fast forward.

“I bought you a house,” Loki heard himself again.

You two were lying on bed, looking like you were in a private room on a spaceship. Both of you cuddling under the the sheets, Loki’s fingers drawing shapes on your skin.

You laughed at him, not taking him serious. But his face didn’t change, stopping your laugh. “Wait, you’re serious?”

“Mhmm,” Loki replied back kissing your knuckles. You giggled at him, and Loki’s smile widened at your laugh. Even the Loki who watched on felt himself smiling at the sound of your voice giggling.

“And how did you get the money?”

“A god doesn’t pay.” Loki replied, laughing as you slapped him in the arm.

“Where’s the house? On Asgard?” You replied back jokingly. “How convenient for you, it’s in ashes now.”

“Earth.” Loki pushed your hair back. You looked at him in disbelief.

“Earth?” You questioned him, your face in bewilderment. “I thought you hated Earth, which is why we decided to visit Asgard instead.”

“But you love it,” Loki replied back, kissing your forehead. “And if you love it, then that’s enough for me.”

Loki fast forwarded it, unable to handle it watching it anymore. He needed to see how this played out. So he went to the end.

The hairs in his forearm rose as he stood up from his seat at the site of Thanos. He felt a cold shiver run down his spine, your bloodied face in the back.

“Please,” he heard you wheeze out, tears uncontrollably running down your face. You tried crawling over to Thanos, trying to find mercy within the Titan. “Please.”

“I am feeling generous today,” The Titan said with a smile before picking up Loki by the neck.

“No!” He heard you scream. It was as if all the energy in your body came out all at once as you got up to run, only to be locked down by pieces of metal from one of the children of Thanos. “No! Let him go please!”

“So I’ll only kill you, and I’ll spare your brother and the girl,” Thanos said, before snapping his neck.

Loki let out a deep breath, his whole body shaking. He heard you scream in agony, a shriek that can only be described as a mother losing a child to war. He watched as you flung your body on him, trying to protect him from the explosion of the ship. He watched as Thor begged you to leave, but you yelling that you weren’t going to leave him alone, that he was not dying alone. And then he watched on as the words ‘End of File’ were etched on the screen.

Loki shook his head, before he started laughing. Laughing at himself. Laughing at his life. Laughing at how just as life was getting better for himself, just as he started making amends, he died.

“What's so funny?” He heard a voice say behind him. Loki smirked, turning around. The women looked at him weirdly, his face all tear stricken.

“Glorious purpose.”

•

“Loki?” Mobius called out to Loki who was sitting down, his hands on his face with the tesseract next to him. “Nowhere left to run.”

“I can't go back, can I? Back to my timeline?” Loki asked, feeling helpless. Feeling sad. Sad because he will never have a story with you, a life with you. “I don't enjoy hurting people. I- I don't enjoy it. I do it because I have to, because I've had to.”

Mobius slowly walked over to Loki, feeling a bit more motivated now that Loki was opening up to him more. “Okay, explain that to me.”

“Because it's part of the illusion,” Loki explained, letting out a sigh. “It's the cruel, elaborate trick conjured by the weak to inspire fear.”

“A desperate play for control,” Mobius finished for him, a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. “You do know yourself.”

“A villain,” Loki scoffed. Mobius shook his head.

“That's not how I see it.” He then looked at the tesseract that was near Loki. “You try to use that?”

“Oh, several times,” Loki laughed, looking at the tesseract with now lost interest. Men and women have died for this. Have started wars for this. Yet compared to the sacred timeline, these stones were toys. “Even an Infinity Stone is useless here. The TVA is formidable.”

“That's been my experience.” Mobius peeked an eye on Loki, feeling sympathetic. He let out a sigh. “Listen, I can't offer you salvation, but maybe I can offer you something better. A fugitive Variant's been killing our Minutemen.”

“And you need the God of Mischief to help you stop him?” Loki had asked him.

“That's right.”

“Why me?” Loki asked confusedly, arching an eyebrow.

“Because the Variant we're hunting,” he paused, looking Loki in the eye.

“Is Y/N”



•

You let out a breath, watching the minute men as they walked out of the portal. You hid back in the darkness, looking as the scene played out in front of you.

“I think some jackass found himself a time machine, came back here to get rich,” one of them spoke. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head at their laziness. The TVA might be powerful, but god their workers were indolent.

“Should we fan out and look for him, sir?” A smarter minute man asked.

“Nah. It's not worth the paperwork.” The minute man turned around, looking at the other worker. “Just prune it. Let's bail. Set a charge.”

The minuteman was about to set the charge but before he did, he made eye contact with you. You raised a hand up, purple light seeping through your fingers. “Wait. Someone's out there.”

“Who are you!” The minute men spoke, pointing their weapon at you. You know walked towards them, a little coy smile on your lips.

“I’ll make this easy for you guys.” You pointed at the device. “I want that. Give it to me, and I’ll spare you.”

“No you can’t just walk in here and-“

“Fine,” you sighed, rolling your eyes. Your finger lit up an even brighter purple spark, before pointing it towards the oil and lighting it up in flames.

You watched as the minute men burned into flames, slight twinge of guilt seeping through your veins. The Avengers would be so disappointed in you. But that thought disappeared as soon as it came to your head. You wanted Loki back, no matter what the cost.

You would walk to hell and back just to see him smile.

So you walked over to the device, picking it up before transforming back into your true form. The form you took after the final battle against Thanos. The form you took after you snapped your fingers, after taking the gauntlet. You didn’t care if you died when you wore the infinity gauntlet, you already lost Loki. But you didn’t died. Instead…

You became the Infinity Witch.

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An overview of all the stories I wrote about Loki and Tom Hiddleston. Most of them are 18+. Please read the warnings before you read one of them.Requests are closed until I’m all caught up. If I have, then I’ll open them again. Thanks for understanding!

Last update: 02-08-2021 

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You’re mine

Summary: You and Loki are in a relationship. Loki is quite jelous of Steve. When Steve helps you on a mission, Loki decides you need to be reminded to who you belong. Word count: 1.979 words Warnings: Dubious consent A/N: A little bit shorter than usual. Didn’t have a lot of time this week. Hope you’ll still enjoy it :)

The explosion was unexpected. Rubble was starting to come down, the building next to you was hit. Looking up, you saw the rubble coming at down at high-speed. You were going to get hit. Your movement froze and the only thing you did was staring at the rocks, getting bigger, getting closer. Suddenly a large figure grabbed your waist and pushed you down. It took you a moment to realize it was Steve. He was holding you tightly, his shield protecting the both of you against the falling rocks. He got up and helped you to your feet. “Try to stay sharp! We’re almost done.” he said to you before he ran off.

You looked around for any civilians. There were non left behind. The only person you saw was Loki. He was staring at you from the other side of the street. He looked mad. You started to walk towards him, but he disappeared. You shrugged it off. After a last check to be sure that there weren’t any civilians left, you walked towards the rest of the group. Steve, Thor and Robert were standing in the middle of the road. Building rocks were scattered all around this part of the city, cars were smashed and you could see bullet holes in the structures. Walking towards the group you asked if there was anything you could do. They dismissed you and you walked back to the chopper.

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Hi- may I ask for a Loki x reader, for their anniversary as a couple, reader decides to get a tattoo in his honor. A permanent mark in a private place, to ensure how strong their love is enough to put a dedicated brand on her very skin... In the evening of their celebration day, she reveals her "gift" for him... How would Loki respond to such declaration of love? You may choose how fluffy/smutty the story will be, or perhaps you just can make it "smuffy" !

A/N: I think 'smuffy' is my new farvourite word! Hope you like it.

Tattoo You and Loki were sharing a chocolate lava cake. He had picked out a fancy restaurant for your 1-year-anniversary. Both of you had dressed up for the occasion. You were wearing a green dress with long sleeves and a low V-neck. He was wearing an all-black suit. He looked so hot it should be against the law for him to wear it. The whole evening the two of you spend talking and reminiscing about your relationship.

The dessert was finished – Loki had eaten most of it – but you were so full you didn’t mind. You saw that familiar twinkle in his eyes, the one that always shone whenever he had something planned for you. It was your most favourite facial expression of him. You cocked your eyebrow, silently asking the question what he was up to. When you heard the familiar Norse song starting to play, Loki got up and extended his hand.

‘Will you do me the honour of a dance?’ he asked.

You rolled your eyes at his puppy-eyes, but took his hand. He let the two of you away from your table towards the band. He had learned you this dance when you were together for about half a year. Even though you had practiced a lot, you were still thankful that Loki was good at leading. He spun the two of you gracefully around. Other couples that were dancing made a bit more room for the two of you. You had the feeling that multiple people were watching you, but you didn’t care. Right now, all you saw were Loki’s emerald eyes, looking at you with love.

‘How did you even get them to play this song?’ you asked him.

‘I have my ways’ he smiled.

When the song ended he led you back to the table, on it were two glasses of champagne. He winked at you and pulled out your chair.

‘I was going to wait until we got home to give you your gift, but I can’t wait anymore he said.

He conjured up a small rectangle box, beautifully wrapped. He slid over the box to you.

‘Happy anniversary, love’ he said.

You untied the bow and unwrapped the gift. Inside the box was a beautiful golden necklace. At the end hung a green stone. For a moment you didn’t know what to say. You looked at Loki, who didn’t show the amount of certainty on his face as he did a moment ago.

‘You don’t like it?’ he asked a bit hesitant.

‘I love it!’ you quickly answered before he could conclude the wrong thing.

He looked relieved when you answered him. You took the necklace out of the box and unclipped the claps. ‘Can you?’ you asked while holding up the necklace to Loki.

Loki got up from his chair and walked behind you. You moved your hair out of the way, so he could put the necklace around your neck. His fingers softly touched your skin and suddenly your whole body felt like it was on fire. When the necklace was on he gave you a kiss on your cheek and sat back down across from you.

‘I’m glad you like it’ he smiled.

‘It is beautiful! Where did you get it?’ you asked him. Loki always went to the same jewellery story and this necklace didn’t look like something they would have in their collection.

‘It was actually my mother’s’ he said softly.

You put your hand on his and gave it a light squeeze. Loki didn’t like being vulnerable, so you didn’t push it any further. You knew how much this meant to Loki and he knew that you knew. ‘She had great taste’ you smiled.

‘That she had’ Loki chuckled.

‘But on to more pressing matters. You have forgotten to get me a gift’ he smirked.

‘I haven’t forgotten it’ you answered.

‘You have. I looked everywhere in the house and couldn’t find one’ he said.

‘It was in the house, currently it isn’t’ you smirked.

‘If it were, I would have found it. I have found every gift you ever given me’ he said sceptically.

‘Maybe you are losing you touch, trickster’ you smirked.

‘Hmm, no that isn’t it’ he said. You could tell from his face that he was intrigued. ‘So, what have you gotten me?’

‘You’ll see it at home’ you said. While casually sipping your champagne. Loki gave you a fake pout and started to ask for clues. You didn’t give him any, he just had to be patient. When you walked through the door of your shared home Loki immediately pushed you against to wall for a kiss. He lifted you up so you could put your legs around his waist. He walked the two of you to the bedroom and laid you down on your back.

‘You’re sure you haven’t forgotten a gift?’ he asked between kisses.

‘Very sure, you will see soon enough’ you answered.

Loki trailed his kisses down to your neck and your chest, as far as the V-neck would let him. ‘Not that I’m complaining, but we agreed that sex didn’t count’ he smirked. He put his hands around your back and undid the zipper. You were making quick work of his jacket and blouse. When he had slipped your dress of you unbuckled his belt and pulled his pants down.

Loki was surprised to see you didn’t wear any underwear. ‘If I knew this, I would have fucked you in the bathroom there’ he growled in your ear. Instead of a response you moaned when you felt his hands on your breasts and his teeth in your neck. He was still wearing underwear and you started to grow frustrated when you felt the fabric against your clit. He deliberately took it slow, knowing it would drive you crazy. When you tried to pull down his underwear he grabbed your wrists with one hand and put them above your head.

‘Loki, please’ you begged.

‘Have patience, love’ he whispered. His tongue was licking every inch of your breasts and your nipples hardened. After a long time, he had you moaning and arching into his touch. He grabbed your knees and put your feet flat on the bed, leaving you completely exposed to him. He magicked his underwear away and started to tease your clit with the tip of his erect cock. You were getting closer to your orgasm when Loki pushed two of his fingers inside of you, slowly massaging your g-spot. Right before you came he retracted his fingers, making you whine.

He smirked ‘You still don’t want to give me my gift?’ he asked, thinking you would scramble out of bed to get it.

‘You’ll see’ you smirked back.

‘That’s it, on all fours. I think it’s time to teach you a lesson about gift giving’ he growled. He quickly flipped you around and you got on your hands and knees. Loki didn’t waist time and entered you in one smooth motion. He was buried bulls deep inside of you. Before he could start to thrust you flipped your hair to the right side of your face, leaving your left shoulder exposed. You felt Loki tense and he halted all his movements.

‘What’s that?’ he asked.

‘A tattoo’ you replied.

‘You painted my symbol on your shoulder?’ his voice was getting lower and you felt his cock twitch inside of you.

‘I did, I wanted to keep a piece of you with me wherever I went’ you replied. You wiggled your ass against him, it was getting harder to concentrate and you really needed Loki to start moving.

‘How- for how long will you wear it?’ he asked.

‘It’s permanent, I can’t remove it’ you answered.

For a moment Loki didn’t respond, you looked back and saw tears starting to form in his eyes. ‘I want everyone to know I’m yours’ you added. A switch in Loki flipped. A growl which could only be described as animalistic emitted from him and made your whole body shake. He forcefully grabbed your hips and started to thrust into you. He was groaning hard, his hand snaked around to your clit and he started to alternate his fingers on your clit with his movements. He had you coming in seconds. He didn’t stop until your second orgasm had washed over you. Then he pushed your upper body down on the bed and started to kiss and bite your shoulder. ‘MINE’ he growled in your ear, making you come for a third time.

You didn’t expect this reaction. Loki seemed utterly possessed and you loved every minute of it. He was fucking you senseless, claiming you like he had never done before. After the fourth time you came hard around his cock, your walls kept clenching. You milked his cock for all he got. Loki didn’t pull out of you. He laid down on his side and pulled you against him, cock still buried balls deep inside of you. He was panting and kissing the shoulder with the tattoo on it. Loki finally had caught his breath ‘I can’t believe you love me so much, that you permanently put my symbol on your skin’ he whispered.

‘Guessing from your reaction, you like it?’ you panted.

‘I love it. And I love you more than anything in the world. I can’t believe how lucky I’m to have found you’ he said while kissing your shoulder.

‘And tonight, I will give you a night you will never forget’ he growled while starting to thrust inside of you again.

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One Granted Pleasure

One Granted Pleasure - A Loki One Shot for Loki’s Library Discord “Extreme Kink Collab Challenge”

(LOKI X READER)

After being thrown in jail for his attempt to take over Midgard, Loki is restless. In order to placate him, Odin and Frigga grant their son one pleasure per month. Months have passed, and Loki has decided he wants his one granted pleasure to be more than just extra books or a nice meal. This month, he has declared that his one granted pleasure will be you - in his cell, alone, with the ability to do anything he wants to you.

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Part of the “Extreme Kink Collab Challenge” on AO3 by the Loki’s Library Discord Server

Master List

NSFW, SMUT, DOMINANT LOKI, ROUGH SEX, EXHIBITIONISM, DEGRADING, BONDAGE

When Loki was thrown in jail on Asgard after his attempt to conquer Midgard, he was allotted one pleasure per month.

It was Frigga’s way of still caring for her son even though he was under severe punishment. She was able to furnish his cell and feed him more than the cheap grub the other prisoners got, but that was all Odin allowed. He had, however, agreed to one pleasure per month, in order to prevent Loki from attempting to break out of his cell. He assumed that giving Loki a bit of leisure would make him less likely to rebel, so he permitted this decision to move forward.

In the beginning, Loki asked for books, a special meal, the occasional dagger - “no, mother, I will not be using it to break out, I just want to intimidate the other prisoners and have a bit of fun, of course” - but it quickly got boring. Loki had figured he would be out of jail within a month or two, perhaps even half a year if things were going slowly up above. However, that wasn’t how events were playing out. Months went by and Loki was finding that it seemed there would be no way out soon. It was then he began considering these granted pleasures with more thought.

He ordered more extravagant gifts, ones that would bring him comfort, but they never succeeded. Something was missing, something that would calm the storm that constantly brewed within him. It was a question he could not find the answer to.

Until he saw you.

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everytime loki uses magic:

If your requests are still open, could you write a Kylo X Female Reader smut with inappropriate use of his lightsaber and just really rough, hot, and wild sex, with hair pulling, ass smacking, and then overstimulation from multiple orgasms? I just can't get over imagining Kylo fucking me senseless until I'm a wordless sweaty mess and cumming over and over and over again while sobbing and not being able to control cumming so much oh god help me I'm a mess for this man im so sorry ugh

I combined a bunch of these because they seemed to…fit together. I created a Frankenstein monster of a drabble. Its reallly long and its shameless fucking smut. I’ve spent the better part of my afternoon on it, I hope you like it!

BegRating: Explicit/NSFWCW: dubcon?, inappropriate use of  a lightsaber, nasty sex, shameless smut, name callingWord count: 2,865Prompt: You have dreams about the Supreme Leader, you didn’t realize he saw them.

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Lonely (kylo ren x reader)

a: kylorenxreader

description: How utterly unruly is it to lust after your ultimate superior? Turns out it’s not as unfortunate as you foretold.

warnings: smUT, moRE SMUT, fluff?, force use, no spoilers for TROS

note: let me know if this is groovy. love hearing from my fellow internet goons.

(DO NOT COPY OR POST MY WRITING AS YOUR OWN: if I find you are- I will expose you)

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The first time you saw The Supreme Leader without his mask, you felt every last piece of your dignity melt into a puddle and evaporate with each passing second you stared at him. 

 It was inept, and you hated yourself. Every ounce of your commitment was devoted to The Order since you first began your recruitment. You didn’t know what this was, but it sure as hell wasn’t loyalty. 

 Your job was simple, a data analyst, and occasionally you were given temporary command over your unit, and you were fit for it. Well, you were more adequate at the whole thing than you had anticipated. You were promoted. The idea of it was pleasing, but all that repletion faded as soon as you stepped foot into the control room and laid eyes on your mask-less commander. 

 How utterly unruly was it to feel something towards your ultimate superior? You were tempted by him- and it was more than alien to you. 

 Sure - you had laid eyes upon a few men in your day. But this was different. 

 It wasn’t just his face. You had detected him months before, hovering inside the hallways, and you felt yourself turn and walk the opposite direction. His stature was broad and towering. You were intimidated yet interested, somehow finding cracks in his facade of prestige to reveal nothing but a man who wanted to justify himself in the few meetings you attended with the officers. 

 You respected him then, as a superior, but now- you didn’t even want to acknowledge what you felt. It took everything inside yourself to rend your gaze from him. He seemed to notice. 

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regal.

| loki x reader | fluff | smut |

anon requested. Loki and Queen!reader??? Like they get married and she’s nervous about being queen? And he comforts her and maybe they have some fluffy smut & Dom!Loki with sub!reader (with daddy kink) after he proposes to her, keeps calling her his queen

“They’ll love you,” Loki promised, looking down at the kingdom from his balcony high overhead.

“What if they don’t?” You questioned, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth.

“The queen of Asgard will not doubt her worth,” Loki corrected you fiercely, tilting your chin up.

The breeze blew through your gown, golden fabric swirling around you. You may not have felt royal, but Loki made sure you looked the part. He’d adorned you in gold and diamonds, with peeks of green, so you looked unmistakably his. 

“My queen, they love you already,” Loki smiled as those who saw you from below bowed and waved.

“I’m not your queen yet,” you reminded him softly, running your fingers along the railing of the balcony.

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Loki had proposed to you during the midsommar festival. You were dressed in white, flowers woven in your hair, and you were out in the gardens, celebrating with the Asgardian subjects.

He’d gotten down on one knee, producing a ring with a delicate diamond. His proposal was straight out of a romance novel, genuine and sweet, begging you to be his.

The whole kingdom had celebrated your engagement, festivities lasting days. Everyone loved you, and everyone was excited to see you on the throne next to their king. Little girls had taken your hands and danced with you, pushing you toward Loki so he could kiss you.

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“Come to bed, Loki,” you whispered against his back, your arms around his defined waist.

“I’ll be there in a few moments. Go rest,” he gently pushed you toward the bedroom, kissing your temple.

“I can’t sleep without you.”

“You’re making excuses,” Loki accused, though he followed you inside, closing the balcony doors.

“Maybe. But I’m nervous.”

His gaze softened, and he took your hands. 

“Come here,” Loki’s voice was quiet, and he pulled you to his chest, kissing your head. 

“Do you have your doubts about marrying me?” Loki asked seriously, his hand holding your jaw and tilting your head up to look at him. 

“Doubts about you? Never. I’m nervous about stepping into royalty. I would never doubt you,” you wrapped your fingers around his wrist, pushing up on your toes to kiss him. 

“How can I settle your fears?” Loki asked, and you shook your head, at a loss. You supposed you just needed to push forward, to step into it. You wanted to be brave, but the thought of ruling a kingdom was daunting.

“You are not alone. You will rule by my side, Y/N. From this moment forward, you will never be alone again,” Loki’s voice was full of certainty, and your doubts dissipated.

Your hand went around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. His lips were soft against yours, but even in his gentleness, he was authoritative and dominating. You were melting into him, letting him manhandle you to the bed. He kissed your shoulder as he slid your gown from your body, letting it fall in a pile on the floor at your feet. His hands smoothed along the curves of your body, touching you before your back hit the sheets. 

“Still nervous?”

“Just a little bit,” you answered, tilting your head back as he kissed along the underside of your jaw, down the column of your throat. 

“Then let me distract your anxious mind. Submit to me darling, let me take all of you, even the negative thoughts and the doubt,” Loki murmured, his ocean eyes boring into yours. 

“Yes, daddy,” you whispered, a smile pulling at your lips. 

Your god grinned, meeting you in a kiss before hauling you up to your knees. Your eyes were wide as you stared at him, unsure of what he was planning. You’d expected your legs to be put over his shoulders– his preferred position, as he could hit you in the deepest places that way. 

“What are you doing to me?” you giggled softly. 

He moved to kneel behind you, a mirror appearing at the end of your bed. You gasped and leaned back into his chest, looking up at him. 

“I want you to watch, to see how regal you look with your god filling you,” his lips were hot against your ear. Loki touched your head, a crown of gold and emeralds appearing on top of your hair. 

He hauled you back onto his lap, hooking your arms around his neck. Your lashes parted and you watched him slowly fill you, sinking down onto him. Your reflection peered back at you, your body flushed, with pale hands sliding up to squeeze your chest. A whimper escaped your lips, making Loki thrust upward into you. Your fingers tangled into his soft curls, and he smiled, mouthing along your shoulder as he bounced your body on top of his, bringing his hips up to meet yours, repeatedly filling you. 

“Look at you, my queen, getting absolutely ruined on my cock. You look beautiful, darling, and I wish to see you like this forever,” Loki breathed against your neck, his eyes locked on yours in the mirror. 

“Yes, daddy, it feels heavenly,” you cried, your head dropping forward.

“No, I want you to watch.” 

Loki’s delicate hand closed around your throat, holding your head up, making you watch him fuck you. He squeezed gently, restricting your breathing as he mouthed at the tender spot on your neck that always made you weak.

You watched him repeatedly disappear inside of you, your abdomen distending with the outline of him. The sight had you soaked, allowing Loki to fuck you with ease.

Pressure slowly started to build between your hips, encouraged by Loki throbbing inside of you. 

“Daddy, I’m close, please,” you begged softly as his grip lightened on your throat, allowing you to speak. 

“I’m going to help you, just relax, darling,” he gritted, increasing the pace of his thrusts, moving quicker as he tore into your quim. You gripped his curls tightly as he dropped his other hand to your sex, drawing tiny shapes on your clit. 

Your thighs were trembling, draped over either side of his. His lap was slick with your arousal, your sex messy and wild. 

“Open your eyes,” Loki commanded, feeling you begin to spasm around him. 

You forced yourself to obey, witnessing your own orgasm in the mirror, along with his as he spilled into you. His body was cool against yours, contrasting the heat that burned through every inch of your skin. Even as he came, he was strong enough to hold you up, keeping you against his chest.

“I love you,” you stammered out, and Loki turned your head so he could kiss you. His lips were forceful against yours, fingers cradling your jaw, and an arm around your torso. 

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

“Wife-to-be,” you corrected him softly, earning another kiss meant to shut you up. 

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You stood at the throne, a wedding ring around your finger and a crown on your head. You were adorned in the finest gown, hand-sewn by Asgardian women, all excited to make a wedding dress for their new queen. 

Loki’s hand was in yours, standing before a court of your subjects, all bowing on their knees. You’d recited their traditional vows, gone through the ceremony, and now you were being recognized as their new ruler. 

“Thank you, it is my honor to serve you,” your voice echoed through the golden halls, and a hum of approval echoed back. 

“Now, for the real festivities,” Loki announced. 

A festival commenced, the kingdom exploding in cheers and excitement. The halls were filled with dancing and feasts, all in celebration of your marriage. Loki spun you around to music, your gown swirling around your feet like a halo. Your laughter filled the room, mixing with Loki’s. When your body twisted back into his chest, he dipped you down in a kiss. 

“Queen of Asgard!” Loki cried, your subjects chanting your title after him and tossing flowers into the air. 

How would Loki react to an unplanned pregnancy?

Secrets

Loki x Pregnant!Reader

Word Count: 1,829

Warnings: fluff :3

A/N: I got like, 6 requests for this exact scenario. Y’all REALLY hungry for dad!Loki huh 

“Oh, come now,” Volstagg thundered from across the table, a goblet of mead in his hand. “You sorcerers read minds all the time, I know it!”

“It’s not true!” You insisted, laughing. The midsummer banquet had long since ended, but Thor’s group of close friends – yourself included – had simply elected to move the party to his wing of the palace, where you could continue to revel and drink uninterrupted. “Seidr allows us to influence minds only.”

“I don’t believe it,” the red-bearded warrior decided. Finding your answer dissatisfactory, he turned to the more knowledgeable of the two sorcerers at the long table. 

Loki regarded his gaze with the faintest of smiles. “Yes, Volstagg?”

“Can you read minds, Silvertongue?”

Loki took a sip of his drink, which he had undoubtedly magicked into a finer, more sophisticated liquor besides mead, and raised one dark eyebrow, keeping the table in suspense before shaking his head. “No, I can’t read minds.” 

The group erupted. You and Loki shared a mutual smirk amidst the clamor, and you subtly leaned closer to him, speaking in his ear. “A good thing, too, or we would have no secrets between us.”

“Secrets?” He repeated, a confused smirk lighting his poet’s mouth as he lowered his goblet and met your eyes. “What have you yet to tell me?”

Butterflies fluttered in your stomach, and you forced them down with a nonchalant shake of your head and a light kiss to his cheek. 

“Nothing,” You lied, covering genuine anxiety with a coy and playful tone that, hopefully, he wouldn’t see past.

You hadn’t figured out a way to tell Loki yet.

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Pet

Jotunn!Loki x Reader

AU in which Loki is the king of Jotunnheim.

This turned out pretty fluffy? I was orignally gonna write something dark but, oh well.

TW: Stockholm Syndrome, mentions of infertility, agnst with a happy ending. Oh, and smut, filthy stuff.

The chain was thick, made of a metal that looked like gold but did not have gold’s relative softness. The links fit closely together, not a seam in sight. Even if there were some sort of weak spot, it would be fruitless to attempt to exploit it without tools of some sort.

You shifted uncomfortably where you sat in the floor. The gilded collar around your neck hurt your clavicle, but the ache had mostly gone away. You wondered briefly how long it had been since it had been placed around your throat and bound you permanently to your place beside the throne.

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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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Headcanons For Being A Student And Dating Professor Remus Lupin

request: Can you do headcannons for professor lupin x student reader?

Note: You are of age in this!!

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The two of you met while on the Hogwarts Express, finding no other cart to sit in but his - he was asleep, anyways.

The ride to Hogwarts was quiet, Lupin’s quiet breaths being the only sound within the cart until screams were heard down the hall of the train.

It got very cold all of a sudden and you shivered, wrapping your coat around you tighter as you noticed a raggedy-looking black figure hovering over the door to the compartment.

Gasping, you shuffled closer to the windows of the cart as you realized the figure was coming into the room, hiding your face in your coat.

“Expecto Patronum!” a voice yelled, propelling the figure out of the train entirely

You looked at the once-sleeping man, a smile now on his face “Professor Lupin, at your service. I’m the new DADA Professor.”

You were so lucky that you decided to take DADA that year, blushing at his introduction, then introducing yourself to your new teacher.

The rest of the train ride, the two of you shared pieces of chocolate and he taught you all about what dementors were and how he dispelled them.

If you were shaking after the incident, Remus would sit next to you and hold your hands tight, reminding you that the dementor was no longer there.

Hopping off the train, he’d wink at you and say that he’d see you around - you failed to mention you were taking his class.

First day of classes, he was a bit surprised to see you right in the front, face becoming a bit red but he continued on throughout his lessons.

After the Boggarts lesson, you’d ask Professor Lupin for a bit more practice after class, and you were sirius (lol serious, sirius, get it?)

He’d be all for it, training you in the courtyard after hours and praising you for every little thing you did

Remus would be beaming, so proud of how far along you’ve come in his class; every time you’d look back at him for dispelling your Boggart, he’d always have a smile on his face.

“Look at you, my star student! Did you see that? Merlin, I could not be prouder.” “Really, Professor?” “Really.”

Remus would slowly start off with kisses on the head, nothing too affectionate. When he’d teach you things further advanced than the rest of the class, then he’d give you kisses on both your cheeks, face beaming.

Until you get yourself into trouble with the Golden Trio and he finds you in the Whomping Willow with them.

He scolds you first, even before Harry and the others, which actually surprises himself.

Would drag you back to Hogwarts himself (let’s pretend it wasn’t a full moon and he didn’t transform bc why not) and say how angry he was with you, going overprotective.

Once he closes the door to his classroom, he overlooks you for injuries, just making sure you’re okay until you smack his shoulder, “Remus, I’m fine!” “Just making sure, darling, what you did was pretty stupid.”

He’d look you in the eyes after calling you darling, testing the waters. You’d smile at him, making him chuckle as he’d touch your nose with his, leaning in to give you a kiss.

From then on, you two would be extremely careful about your relationship - for obvious reasons, nobody knows about it. On the outside, it just looks like a great bond between a student and a teacher (and there is nothing wrong with that!!!!)

Remus would be so careful with you, literally and metaphorically. He’d take care of you for every little thing and would brush your hair out of your face, making sure you weren’t hurt or in pain.

He’d also be careful about how much attention he paid you - he could play favorites, but not girlfriend favorites.

If you ever asked a question in class, he’d smile big and give you praise - but it’d mean more. During a test, he’d make sure to lay a hand on your back or shoulder. If you come to his desk, Remus would put a hand on your lower back, making sure no other student could see it.

Would scootch closer to you to smell your perfume or hair, smiling to himself as you’d shiver.

Looked for you during his free period and shockingly, both of your free’s lined up. Usually, you’d be in the Potions classroom with Snape’s permission.

The two of them cared for you as a student - but Remus more than Snape - so Severus wouldn’t be annoyed whenever Remus would help you with Potions or just hanging out with you. The three of you would have lovely conversations, actually; the tension between them was almost nonexistent to you but not for them.

If you were in the library, he’d make it seem like he was helping you with understanding the material. Would definitely hold your thigh under the table, his thumb rubbing smooth circles on your skin.

Remus would be the type of guy, further in the relationship, to tell you to wear your skirt shorter one day just so he could get a good look - without being suspicious or demeaning towards you.

If you played Quidditch, he’d cheer the loudest for you, being a supportive boyfriend. The staff wouldn’t think anything weird of it - just him being proud of one of his best students.

If not, he’d steal glances to you during the game just to see your face light up at a certain play.

Remus would take you on dates in Hogsmeade, but only in secluded parts where other students/teachers wouldn’t be able to find you two. Either it be a picnic or a restaurant, he’d make you laugh the entire time and hold your hand.

Kind of shy about PDA but would give you lots of kisses in private and would brush your hands if you walked past each other in the Hogwarts halls.

Would whisper that he loves you whenever he got the chance.

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their girl (s.b x y/n x r.l)

requested: yes! [Could you do a remus dom x reader sub x sirius dom where sirius and remus have an innocence and corruption kink? And like maybe Sirius wants to watch Remus and the reader “play” kinda? Thank u] send in your own request here!

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cw/tw: fem!reader, poly!relationship, innocence!kink, corruption!kink, degradation, voyeurism (?)

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is my first poly!fic!! also i've never written innocence/corruption kinks so i hope it turned out alright! :) please reblog/follow/like to boost! x

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It's been a chaotic few months for you.

Having gotten into a relationship with not one, but two of the hottest, most popular boys at Hogwarts, you were really thrown into the deep end of the whole relationship.

It wasn't that you'd never been in a relationship before, you'd had sex once. You definitely weren't as experienced as the two of them.

The boys loved seeing you blush – taking turns whispering filthy words into your ears in the Common Room, lingering touches on your thigh, not-so-subtle winks promising more.

But never actually doing more.

It seemed they had made it their personal mission to push you to the edge, and ruin you.

⚔︎.

"What did you say bunny?"

You were sat in between Remus's legs, the boy's lips trailing lazy kisses along your neck, an act that made you shudder. Sirius sat at the end of the bed, leaning against the frame as he twirled his wand in his hand, smirking at the words he can't believe you'd finally uttered.

"You heard me... Don't make me repeat it Siri..."

A tongue darted out to tease your earlobe as Remus' hands began to run up and down your body, drawing circles on your thigh as you blushed.

"Pretty girl wants us to take care of her, hmm?"

You nibbled on your lip as you nodded, almost ashamed at the fact that you'd asked it of your boyfriends.

That you'd asked them to have sex with you.

"Not so innocent are you, little Y/N? Want Remmy and I to fuck you, hmm?"

You let out a little whine as you nodded, Remus's hand having made its way up towards your skirt, tracing dangerously close to your panties.

"Words, bunny. Wanna hear you say it."

The deeper timbre of the boy behind you sent shivers down your spine, his words muttered against your neck.

"I-, I want you to fuck me, please."

A deep chuckle sounded as the boy's fingers brushed against your clothed cunt, feeling your wetness seep through the thin lace.

"So wet for us already baby, and I haven't even done anything."

Sirius moved closer towards the two of you, his wand tossed onto the bedside table and his lips crashing into yours, your hands moving to grab his tie, pulling him closer into you.

"Such a pretty girl Y/N." Sirius murmured against your lips, his hands moving up pull your blouse lightly.

"Can I, baby?"

You nodded, Sirius' fingers making quick work of your school blouse, unbuttoning them and revealing your bra-clad breasts, the pureblood sucking in a deep breath at the sight of them covered in white lace.

"Beautiful."

Your blouse was thrown somewhere to the side, Remus' hands moving away from your bottoms towards your back, unclasping your bra, causing the straps to fall down from your shoulders.

"Oh!"

The sudden movement made you shy, your hands moving to hold the thin fabric to your chest, feeling embarrassed for no reason.

"Don't hide from us love, want to see all of my bunny, yeah?"

Remus's calloused hands came to rub yours, coaxing them away from the defensive motion. His lips returned to your neck, this time moving down to your left shoulder blade as Sirius cupped your jaw, looking into your eyes.

"Has nobody ever seen you naked love?"

You blushed harder as the bra fell from your grasp, your breasts revealed to the cold air in the dorm.

"Um, no, not exactly. You know I've only done this once before..."

Both boys' jaws clenched at the mention of someone else having been inside you before them, but their cocks hardened at the thought of your innocence, ready to be corrupted by the two of them.

"Well, you can't be shy with us bunny. Gonna make you feel good, yeah?"

Remus moved out from behind you, pressing you down gently so you lay against the pillows. Sirius moved up to press kisses on your torso, his hands pulling your skirt and panties down your legs, the movement making you squeal.

"Siri!"

The boys tutted simultaneously at your outcry, the Black boy spreading your legs as he did so, making you blush further.

"My baby's already so wet. Not so innocent are we, hmm? Want Remmy and I to fuck you? Want us to use your pretty little pussy baby?"

The filthy words made your entire body shudder, the red hue your skin began to take on almost looking identical to the crimson sheets you were spread out upon.

Your naked body was now on display, the first time your body had been seen properly by someone else, not hidden half under some boy's blanket and your undone school uniform.

Goosebumps rippled on your skin as you nodded to the boys, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth as you spread your legs a little further, turning impossibly more red at the bold movement. The boys groaned at your movement, your innocent face and stature wildly contrasted by the action.

"Yes Siri, want you two to fuck me. Want you two to use my pussy please."

Sirius smirked at your words, Remus sitting back down by his boyfriend to give him a deep kiss. As Sirius' tongue slipped into the werewolf's mouth, his hand moved up the brunette's leg to squeeze his cock lightly, breaking away to motion towards you.

"You can have her first Remmy. Wanna watch the two of you play."

⚔︎.

Remus had stripped after you nodded your agreement to Sirius' words, his toned and scarred body revealed to you in its entirety, your eyes trailing up and down his figure as you waited for him to move towards you.

Sirius had sat back in the same spot that he was in previously, leaning against the frame yet again as one leg dangled over the side, with the other laying flat on the mattress, spreading his legs in a way that made his cock strain through the fabric.

Remus knelt between your spread legs in one fell movement, now entirely naked as his hands trailed up your bare legs, the movement making you shiver slightly.

"So gorgeous baby."

One hand left your legs to pull at his erect cock, your eyes darting down to look at his member as you sat up slightly, propping yourself up on your forearms placed on the pillows.

"R-Re?"

Remus's eyes moved to meet your gaze, worry clouding his gaze as he noticed that yours was filled with the same emotion.

"What's wrong puppy?"

You swallowed, wetting your lips as you moved to sit on your legs, your hands resting on your thighs as you shuffled to be closer towards your boyfriend.

"C-can I give you, um, I mean, can I suck you off?"

You barely registered Sirius muttering a low 'fuck' as he heard your words, his hand moving to squeeze his cock lightly through his pants.

You could've sworn you saw Remus's cock grow harder as he stood up onto his knees, looking down at you with a soft smile.

"If you want to baby."

Your hands moved slowly to grip Remus softly, the action making him groan. You squeezed the base of his cock tentatively, uncertain of what to do as you peered up at the boy, eyes questioning what your next move ought to be.

"Re?"

The boy hummed as he looked down at you, an eyebrow hitched upwards as he watched you.

"I've never done this before... Can you tell me what to do?"

You could practically hear Sirius give up on trying to get himself off through his pants, unzipping his jeans to pull them and his underwear down to his mid-thigh and pump himself slowly, admiring you from where he sat.

"Course puppy, y'so good to me. Just open wide f'me first yeah?"

You obediently opened your mouth, staring at Remus as his hand slowly guided your head closer towards his cock. Your lips wrapped around his head as your tongue cushioned the bottom, admiring the boy's musky, cinnamon like smell that you'd become so familiar with.

"So good baby, now try to bob your head slowly? See if you can take as much of me as possible yeah?"

You nodded as much as you could, taking more of the werewolf's cock into you mouth and choking slightly as the head hit the back of your throat, your hand wrapping around the parts your mouth didn't manage to envelop.

"Fuck, so good to me pup."

You hummed slightly at the compliment, Remus' hand in your hair guiding your head up and down his length slowly, gradually hastening his pace.

"Such a pretty little whore for us Y/N."

Sirius's words made you whine around Remus' cock, the vibrations making the boy above you moan and buck his hips, causing you to choke again as he hit the back of your throat.

"She any good Moony? As innocent as she seems? Or is our babygirl better at sucking cock than she lets on."

Remus' head lulled back as he moaned loudly, your tongue swirling and teasing his head experimentally.

"S'a fucking natural Pads."

Your eyes left the sight of the boy above you, darting over to look at the chaser who was lazily pulling at his cock, your hand grabbing at the thin air as you looked at him.

You pulled your mouth off of Remus's cock for a second, the loss of warmth and contact making the boy whine but you ignored him, your one hand still pumping his cock as you turned to Sirius, biting your lip gently.

"Siri, I can help you too..."

Remus moan out, guiding your mouth back onto his cock his cock, his hand pushing your head forward. But your eyes never left Sirius, watching as the boy made his way back over to the two of you, standing on his knees, mirroring his boyfriend's actions. His cock stood proudly and you felt your cunt dampen even more at the sight of it, your hand wrapping tentatively around Sirius as you bobbed your head on Remus's length.

You began pumping your hand up and down Sirius's length at the same rhythm as your mouth on Remus, the boys moaning out in unison as you squeezed both of their bases.

"Such a pretty little slut for us baby."

Remus's free hand moved to caress your face lightly, the words melting from his lips as Sirius pulled the taller boy into himself, moaning into each other's lips as you whined around Remus's cock, your hand tugging harshly on the pureblood's cock.

"Are you jealous baby? Want our attention on you, hmm?"

Sirius grabbed ahold of your hair, pushing you further down onto Remus's length, causing you to choke around him.

"What a fucking needy whore."

⚔︎.

It didn't take long for both boys' cocks to start twitching, Remus holding your head in place as his hips began setting the pace, thrusting into your mouth with stuttered moans leaving his mouth alongside every movement. Sirius's hips began moving as well, craving the friction your hand provided as his orgasm built as well, his cock twitching in your hand

A soft "I'm gonna cum!" was all the warning you received from the taller boy, thick spurts of white hitting the back of your throat, cutting off your oxygen supply for a moment. Seeing his boyfriend in ecstasy seemed to push Sirius over the edge as well, letting out a pornographic moan as he came, coating your tits and hand in his seed.

Remus pulled out gingerly from your mouth, a breathless "Swallow" coming from his mouth, the warm fluid running down your throat as you followed his instructions. The boys watched you as you did, mesmerized in the way you glistened under the dim lighting, perspiration and cum coating your skin.

"So pretty for us bunny, such a good girl."

You smiled innocently, juxtaposing the bead of cum mixed with spit running down your lower lip.

"Wanna feel good now puppy?"

You nodded up at Remus, looking at Sirius for a quick moment who ducked down to press a quick kiss on your forehead, moving back to the position he was sat in earlier.

"Go ahead Rem. Wanna watch."

⚔︎.

Still sat on your knees, Remus pushed you lightly down on to the pillows, your body bouncing slightly on the mattress. Remus quickly followed you down, kissing you lightly – almost innocently – if not for the knee that nudged your legs apart, followed by the hand that trailed to your soaking cunt.

The werewolf's skilled fingers rubbed your lower lips tenderly, making your hands wrap around his neck as he drew out a moan that faded out against his lips, before pushing his forefinger into your tight hole, stretching you out in a way that you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"You're so tight pup, feel so good around my finger."

You mewled against the boy's lips, your hips bucking as he entered a second, curling them slightly. Your breath hitched as his other hand moved down to rub your sensitive nub, Remus's mouth leaving yours to pepper kisses on your neck.

"You like that bunny?"

You nodded fervently at Sirius, your eyes squeezing shut as you moaned out loudly, unable to keep in the sounds of pleasure any longer, forgoing any facade of embarrassment.

"I can tell. Moaning like a little slut for us. Just begging for cock, hmm?"

You could only whine as you felt your orgasm quickly building, the onslaught of attention you were receiving a wild contrast to the pent up sexual frustration you were used to.

"Need to cum Re."

You only received a nip on the neck in response, the brunette sucking a hickey into the unmarked skin, a trace of tonight that will be left for all to see.

"You've got to ask nicely baby, otherwise Moony's not gonna let you."

Whining, your hands moved to pull lightly at Remus's hair, making him pause and look up at you, lips slightly swollen from kissing and biting your skin. Although his mouth was no longer in action, Remus's hands still continued in their ministrations, drawing fast circles on your clit as he pumped three fingers in and out of you, making your eyes draw close for a second before looking back at him.

"Re, please, can I cum please?"

Tears welled in your eyes as the intense need to release grew to be too much to handle, and Remus smiled at the sight, placing a soft kiss on your left collarbone.

"Course pup, such a good girl for asking. Cum f'me."

You cried out in relief, a tear escaping your eyes as they squeezed shut, tightening around Remus's fingers as you let go, waves of pleasure running through your body as your legs shook.

As you came down from your orgasm, Remus pulled his fingers out of you, placing a soft kiss on your right collarbone before moving back up to look into your eyes.

"Suck, love."

His fingers were covered in you, and your mouth dropped open to suck on them lightly, swirling your tongue to clean his fingers properly.

"D'you think you can keep going puppy?"

The tall boy's eyes were clouded with concern as he looked down at you, relieved as you nodded, your legs spreading shyly as they shook slightly in a bout of post-orgasmic bliss.

"Want you inside me Re."

Your words were but a whisper, yet it still caught the attention of both boys, the werewolf's eyes darkening at your words.

"Anything you want, my love."

⚔︎.

Remus lifted your legs, gripping your thighs as he pulled you closer towards him, before pumping himself slightly. He drew the tip of his cock up and down your soaked lips, making you moan at the feeling on your sensitive cunt.

He pushed the tip into you slowly, your walls stretching around him, the tightness making both of you moan out in unison. You held onto Remus's shoulders tightly, your nails digging into his skin as he pushed into you further, a soft cry of pain escaping you as he bottomed out.

"You okay puppy?"

Your eyes squeezed shut as you bit your lip harshly, your walls pulsing around him as you tried to get used to his size, the boy groaning in pleasure at how good you felt around him.

"You're so fucking tight love."

Your eyes fluttered open for a second, your head lulling to the side to see Sirius tugging on his cock, teasing the tip with his thumb as he watched the two of you. His shirt had come off at some point, and you admired his quidditch-toned body for a moment before looking back up at Remus.

"Look so pretty with Rem's cock inside you bunny, feel good?"

You whined, shaking your head as you shifted your hips under the boy.

"Hurts, Remmy's too big."

Remus pressed a kiss to your lips softly, bracing himself as he fought the need to move his hips, waiting for you get used to his size.

"Hurts, bunny? Poor baby, hmm?"

Sirius mocked you through pouted lips, his hand slowly pumping his shaft as he watched you, his eyes narrowed in mock concern.

"You're the one that was begging for his cock just now, weren't you?"

Whining, you tried to deny it but the pain slowly turned to pleasure, and your whines turned into a slight moan, biting down on your lip as you dug your nails into Remus's shoulders further, grinding your hips up into the boy's.

"Can I move now love?"

You nodded fervently, legs wrapping around the boy's hips as he pulled out of you slowly, his hands pulling your waist to lift you higher before pushing back into you. His hips began thrusting in and out of you slowly, picking up the pace with every movement.

With every thrust, the pleasure seemed the grow, your face twisting in pleasure and your moans growing louder. Remus seemed to be encouraged by the lewd sounds you made, thrusting quicker and quicker, so much so that your body jolted with each movement.

“You feel so good pup, fuck, so good f’me.”

Your eyes fluttered open to look at Remus for a second, admiring the way his handsome face was focused and scrunched up in ecstasy. He shifted your hips higher, and in that moment you felt him hit something inside you that made you let out a soft scream, the contact sending sparks of pleasure up your body.

“Re! Fuck, please do that again. Please.”

Remus slammed his hips back into yours, hitting that pleasurable spot again and again, causing you to let out scream after scream of pleasure. Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Sirius’s hand moving at the same pace as Remus, his other hand fondling his balls as his cock leaked dribbles of cum.

“Feel good puppy?”

You nodded, unable to produce words with the feelings of pleasure coursing through your body.

“Can’t speak Y/N? Have you been fucked dumb, bunny?”

You couldn’t deny Sirius’s words as you let out a sharp cry, the stimulation Remus gave you hitting an apex as he dropped his hand to rub your clit, his fingers drawing figure eights on the sensitive nub.

“Just our pretty little cockslut, yeah Y/N? Begging and screaming for our cocks.”

Your moans only grew louder at Sirius’s filthy words, your second orgasm of the day bubbling inside you quickly.

“Like that? Like being our little cockslut? What are you Y/N?”

Sirius’s moans interrupted his words, his own orgasm building alongside yours and Remus’s, his hand growing sloppy in its pumps as he watched the two of you, fighting to keep his eyes open in ecstasy.

“I’m yours, your pretty little cockslut.”

Your walls began tightening around Remus, making the boy moan out as his hips stuttered, almost unable to keep moving at the euphoric feeling.

“Fuck, bunny, can I cum inside you?”

You nodded your assent, hands moving from the boy’s shoulders up to his neck, pulling him closer down towards you as you both moaned simultaneously, reaching your climaxes in unison. Your lips met as both of you moaned out, your hips gyrating in pleasure as you rode out your orgasm.

Faintly, you registered Sirius cumming alongside the two of you, his low moan and muttered explicits leading to him painting his abs with a thin white coating.

Slowly, Remus pulled himself out of your tender body, your legs shaking as he did. He collapsed beside you.

Sirius got up slowly, stepping fully out of his pants that had clung to his mid-thigh during this entire predicament. He stood above you, holding your chin tenderly to admire you in your post-orgasmic state.

Your eyes were dilated, chest heaving as you tried to regain your composure. He tilted your head up, smirking slightly at the marks Remus had left on your neck, and his cum drying on your chest.

His thumb swiped your bottom lip, a motion almost featherlight, before pushing it into your mouth softly, your tongue immediately encircling the appendage.

“Our pretty girl.”

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Remus had been avoiding you for the past three days. Three days since you’d spoken to your boyfriend, two and half since you’d even seen him. It sucked.

The reasoning behind it was somehow worse - you’d tried to tell him you wanted to sleep with him, and he had literally run away.

So you were set on finding the boy and talking it out , and if it came to it, breaking up with him.

You didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t want you, especially to the extent of intentional avoidance.

You were in a relationship, not an extended game of hide and seek.

So you’d concocted a plan - Tuesdays were when the other boys had quidditch practice, and Remus would be in his dorm on his own for at least three hours, studying, doing homework, or whatever it was that he would do on his own.

Now, today was Tuesday, which meant that tomorrow morning you’d either be very satisfied, or very single.

You weren't even quite certain what you'd expected to come out of the confrontation – a screaming match where you found out all the reasons why he didn't want you? A startling confession where you found out that your boyfriend was a virgin?

Nevertheless, you stalked towards the Marauders' dorm room, intent on confronting him, only to falter as you reached the heavy doors, hearing sounds coming from the other side.

Registering what the noises were, you ground your teeth loudly, clenching your jaw as you gripped the doorknob.

"Oh fuck off."

⚔︎

You slammed the door open, Remus rolling off his bed in shock at the sound.

"Are you joking?!"

Remus looked at you in confusion and fear, kneeling beside the bed with his head peeking over the side, a sheepish blush coating his cheeks.

"Um, Y/N, do you mind? I was kind of in the middle of something..."

You let out a laugh of exasperation, throwing your schoolbag on the ground in frustration.

"Yeah, I know. I could hear you outside. Am I just so unattractive to you, that I basically tell you to fuck me and you had to run away from me? You'd rather fuck your own hand than me?!"

Bending over to pick up your bag, you could practically your heart breaking as Remus scrambled to put on his pants.

Your fears had been confirmed – he didn't find you as attractive as you found him, and it hurt. You just wanted to run far, far away from him, to hide yourself away and be able to release the tears that were threatening to escape.

But as you turned to run from the room, that familiar grasp landed on your wrist, stopping you from leaving the dreaded place.

"Y/N, wait–"

"No, I get it, okay? I don't need to hear you say it out loud."

Your voice cracked as you tried to wrench your hand out of the werewolf's grip, unable to hide your sadness and hurt as you were turned to face the boy.

"Y/N! Please, let me explain myself, please. If you want to leave afterwards, you can. I just, please?"

You didn't really want to hear his explanations, but some masochistic, yet hopeful, part of you wanted to know just why he didn't want you.

Maybe you could change for him?

You relaxed in his arms, still not quite looking into Remus' arms as you no longer made any attempts to run away.

"You're right, I did run away from you when you said you were ready to sleep with me."

Your eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to hear the rest of his words.

"But that's just because I was afraid you wouldn't want to be with me anymore if I told you what I wanted."

Your eyes opened slowly as you lifted your head to look at the boy, your brows furrowed in confusion as you peered at him.

"What d'you mean?"

It was Remus' turn to become flustered now, his hands moving from your side to cover his face in embarrassment.

"I–okay. You know how you thought I ran away from you because I didn't find you attractive?"

You nodded, still half-convinced that was the truth, the reason why he'd avoided you for so long.

"It, it was the opposite."

You raised a brow in disbelief, unable to stop a skeptical laugh from escaping your mouth, Remus' hands falling away from his face so he could look into your eyes.

"It's true! I, fuck this is embarrassing, and you're probably going to run away from me if I tell you the truth."

You crossed your arms with a huff.

"Well right now I'm not quite certain there is a 'truth' that you speak of! I'm quite certain you're just making it all up, trying to hide the fact that you think I'm unattractive."

Remus grit his teeth, his hands gripping your shoulders firmly as if to shake you awake.

"No! That's absurd. I, I find you so bloody attractive, and, fuck it I'm just going to say it and if you break up with me I won't even blame you. I've been having dreams of you and I, but in those dreams," Remus' hands relaxed from your shoulders, falling to his side in embarrassment, "I would, um, cum inside of you, and uh, fill you with my pups."

Your jaw fell open at the boy's admission, his right hand rubbing the back of his neck uncomfortably before continuing to speak.

"And I've never even thought of that before! I think you're just so bloody hot that you've awoken some sort of primal instinct inside me, I just want to ruin you, and–and breed you. Fuck this sounds so creepy doesn't it."

You were incapable of shutting your jaw at this point. This was far from what you thought you'd hear from your boyfriend's mouth today.

"Y/N... I've scared you away, haven't I? I mean, of course you'd be freaked out..."

The boy continued to mumble to himself, terrified that he'd ruined your relationship, certain that you'd break up with him.

Contrary to what he thought though, you found his words incredibly hot.

And you'd be damned if you didn't make that a reality.

⚔︎

In the middle of Remus' ramblings, he was barely able to register that you'd moved towards him, placing your hands onto his cheeks until your soft voice rang in his ears.

"Remus?"

The brunette's eyes snapped to meet yours, gaze darting between each of your eyes as he awaited your words.

"Fucking ruin me, please."

Before the last word even left your mouth fully, Remus was already on top of you, his lips capturing yours hungrily, like you were his first meal in weeks and he was dying to have you.

As Remus devoured you, he backed the two of you onto his bed, his legs lodged between yours as you gripped onto his neck, eager to have him.

You arched your back as you were overcome with need, trying desperately to grind your clothed cunt onto his hard-on, but the boy only tutted at you, moving away from your lips to push your hips down on the bed.

"Such a desperate little slut, hmm?"

You only whined in return, trying to grind into his legs that were between you, Remus smirking down at you.

"Take your clothes off love."

Your hands moved to unbutton your school shirt without a second word, fingers moving in a flurry to throw it off before tossing your bra across the room, Remus moving at very much the same speed as he removed his clothes.

You both quickly found yourselves naked, admiring each other through lust-filled eyes as the boy lowered himself slowly towards you, his lips ghosting over yours as you laid yourself back down.

"So beautiful."

His lips quickly captured yours, both your hands exploring each other's bodies for the first time – tingles of excitement running through your bodies.

Your hands traced his scars as his ran down your curves, him stopping to suck in a breath as you cupped his cock, fully hardened under your fingers.

"Fuck, don't tease me Y/N."

You only licked the boy's lips in return, but was treated with a taste of your own medicine as his hand brushed your lower lips softly, tracing your slit teasingly slowly.

"Remus... Please."

Your cupped hand became a grip – encircling the werewolf's member as you began to pump up and down his shaft slowly, eliciting a low moan from Remus.

He responded by slipping a finger into you, the kiss broken as both your lips were preoccupied with a mixture of swears and moans, asking the other to hasten their pace as you two built up your orgasms.

"Wait, fuck stop. Stop Y/N."

Remus' other hand came to stop your hand as he kept himself up on his knees, pulling away from your close contact to look into your eyes.

"'m too fucking close, wanna cum inside you."

You swore you could feel your eyes darken at the boy's words, and so did his.

"Then fuck me."

⚔︎

Remus gripped your thighs tightly as he kissed down your body, spreading your legs and leaving a kiss on your soaking centre. You let out a shaky moan as he planted his tongue against it, licking a stripe up your lips.

"For next time."

The boy moved back up your body, his head hovering over yours as he looked down at his cock, pumping the already erect shaft before tracing his head along your lips.

"R-Remus, please. Want to feel you inside me."

The boy tutted at you mockingly, before sinking himself inside you slowly, moaning at the feeling of your walls stretching around him.

"Fuck, you're so tight baby."

You moaned around him in a mix of pain and pleasure – his fingers not at all preparing you for his cock, stretching you in a way that none of your exes could ever compete with.

"You're so big Re, please, fuck."

Remus pressed a wet kiss to your forehead, his face contorted in pleasure as he awaited your green light to start moving.

After a moment, you nodded as the feeling of being full sent tingles down your spine, letting out a loud moan as the boy began moving out of you slowly, shifting himself so he could grip your hips more firmly for support.

"F-faster."

You muttered out as you clenched your walls around Remus, your orgasm already building from when he prepared you.

"Yeah, my desperate little slut wants me to go faster?"

His hips hastened the speed as his words made you whine loudly, his head lowering to leave kisses on your neck, marking you for the world to see.

“I’m close Re, fuck.”

“Me too princess.”

The boy buried his face into your neck as he began twitching inside of you, his speed faltering for a second as he let out a moan that could border on animalistic, cumming inside you.

The feeling of being filled more than you knew possible pushed you over the edge as Remus continued thrusting his seed deeper into you, moaning as your walls fluttered around him, cumming at the feeling of your boyfriend inside you.

"You look so fucking gorgeous right now love, such a good little cumslut for me, hmm?"

You could only whine in response as Remus continued fucking into you, his cock hardening yet again at the thought of you full of him.

"Gonna look so pretty filled with m'pups, love. Going to fill you up over and over and over again, watch my cum leak out of you because of how full you are."

You moaned at Remus' filthy words, turning to kiss his neck, softly nibbling on his earlobe as you gripped onto his shoulders.

"Yes Re, fuck. Fill me up, feel so good with you inside me. Making me feel so full. Wanna have your pups, want you to cum inside me. Make me yours Re."

It didn't take long for a second orgasm to start building, and it definitely didn't help that Remus had moved one hand to start rubbing at your clit, making you moan at the overstimulation.

"Feel good, hmm, love?"

You nodded into the boy's neck, your eyes squeezed shut as pleasure coursed throughout your body, unable to process proper words. The only sounds that filled the room were the sinful slaps of skin against skin, and a faint noise that made you blush.

It was the sound of Remus' cock slipping in and out of you, slick with the combination of both of your cum.

"Re, I-, fuck, close, again."

Unable to string together a proper sentence, your walls began fluttering around Remus yet again.

"So am I love. You feel so good, making me lose control. Wait for me, we'll cum together."

Your eyes rolled backwards, waiting for Remus. The task seemed impossible as pleasure pulsed throughout your body, your toes curling and legs shaking at the feelings.

"Re, please, I need to cum so badly. You feel so good."

Your nails dug into Remus' back, the feeling burning into him and making him groan into your neck.

"Yes, fuck Y/N. Cum with me love."

Finally able to release, you let out a moan that bordered on pornographic, seeing stars as your eyes squeezed shut much harder than before. You felt ropes of Remus' cum hit your walls, another animalistic groan reaching your ears as he bit into your neck, making you moan softly in the midst of a post-orgasmic bliss.

Panting, your chests rose and fall in tandem as Remus fell on top of you, his cock limp inside you. After a moment, he spoke up.

"Y'know you squirted?"

Your eyes shot open, staring at the boy who craned his neck to look down at you.

"I-, what?"

The werewolf let out a boyish smile, tongue running over his teeth as he stared down at you.

"It was hot."

One Night

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Warnings: 18+, unprotected sex, mentions blood, public sex, Tom Riddle being Tom Riddle

Pairing: Tom Riddle x fem!reader

“You've told me you love me, you promised, (y/n).” Sharp as a blade Tom’s voice cuts through the night. She didn’t move, kept staring at the boy, too intimidated by the blood that ran down his forearm. His knife fell to the ground, a moment of distraction (y/n) tried to use, turning her back on Tom and the ritual he had been planning for weeks.

“(Y/n),” he singsang her name, following her every step, toying with her like a predator would tease its prey. “You belong to me, you’re mine. Running away won’t change anything.”

For a second she slowed down, pondering over his words, trying to drown out the silent whispers of her heart, begging her to return to the man she had loved since she the day she had arrived at Hogwarts. Tom had always been different, he had intrigued her, she began to weasel her way into his life, unknowingly she forged a bond with the darkness itself.

“I don’t want to die, Tom.” By now Tom was standing behind her, front pressed against her back. Bloody hands ran up and down her arms, not giving her any room to move away from him. “I won’t let any harm come your way, I will protect you.”

His voice sounded unusually sweet and soft - as if he was truly meaning what he was speaking. In his own twisted ways Tom Riddle loved (y/n) just as much, but while she dreamt about a life with him by her side as her husband, Tom dreamt of ruling the world with her as his expedient. She would rescue him if his plan would fail, (y/n) wouldn’t leave him.

Lips met her throat, kissing their way up to her ear. Her back arched into his touch, jaw muscles twitching from the way she kept on grinding her teeth. Both knew that Tom had her trapped, a vulnerable girl that needed him to guide her out of the thickness of the trees.

Carefully he brought his hands to the bow that kept her blouse together, he ran his fingers along the lacing, while (y/n)’s eyes admired the silvery rings he wore. Tom mumbled her name as he undid her blouse, cupping her braclad boobs, pinching her nipples through the fabric, rolling them around between his fingers.

“Tell me to stop and I will.” He taunted her, chuckling as (y/n) shook her head, biting down on her lip to stop her moans from leaving her, not wanting to attract any creatures nearby. Tom tightened his grip on her chest, rolling his middle against her behind, making her aware of his hardening cock.

“I’m waiting.” Tom’s voice dropped lower, hands moving down her upper body, stroking her soft skin, running along the waistband of her skirt. (Y/n) shook her head, panting his name as he pulled her skirt up to her waist, exposing her bare cunt to the cold air. A pleased groan left Tom as he cupped her dripping sex, teasing her slit with his slender fingers.

(Y/n) couldn’t stop her hands from reaching for his bulge, fingers dancing along its outlines, trying to keep herself focused on Tom.

“Did you wait for this to happen? Did you imagine me fucking you here, where anybody could find us?” The moonlight was shining through the trees, illuminating his soft features, making the sinister boy look like a saint. If (y/n) wouldn’t be this far gone she would have laughed about the halo around his head - Tom Riddle was anything but a good man.

Tom turned them around, lips hungrily kissing hers as her back met a tree trunk. The bark scratched her skin, ripped it open, but (y/n) didn’t seem to care, wrapping her leg around his waist. She struggled to keep her eyes open, hands toying with his trousers, pulling his cock out of the confines of his clothes.

With his hands on her hips Tom pounded into her tightness, (y/n) moaned into his mouth, hands holding onto his neck. Just as he filled her to the brim he pulled out once again, slamming back in to knock all air out of her lungs. Her chest was burning, muscles stretching around him, allowing him to rest comfortably between her folds.

“Your body knows that it belongs to me, do you feel that? Can you feel how your walls are begging for my cock?” Tom rasped into her ear, tongue wetting his lips as he kept on snapping his hips, making sure to leave bruises. His eyes were full of emotions, dark and sinister pupils studied her, making sure that she wouldn’t rip herself away from him.

(Y/n) swallowed her pants, chest rising and falling, fingernails dragging along his exposed skin. His hands kept on leaving bloody prints on her waist and thighs, later on that night he would let his blood meet hers, forever binding her to his soul and body.

Tom’s brows tilted in pleasure as (y/n) began to squeeze his cock, walls gripping him tightly. He would always be in control, the one to guide her, to ruin her, till she no longer knew her own name.

His skin met her hips faster and faster, a ferocious pace that left her body tingling. The chilly air that danced along their bodies pulled them closer together, warmth crashing against warmth, brewing together as the darkness was growing thicker. Tom Riddle was one with the darkness, a personification of all evil this world could offer.

And she loved it.

“Fuck, Tom, right there.” She stuttered, pulling him in for another kiss, biting down on his lip as his tip met her swollen spot, sending bolts of pleasure through her. All too soon she would crash against him, body hurling forwards, losing her balance.

A few owls howled in the distance, reminding them that they weren't hidden away in his chambers, protected by the stone walls and dark curtains. Something about this felt all too intimate, exposed to nature itself, to all eyes around the two.

“Look at me, I want you to beg for it.” Tom needed to hear her begging, praises he needed to keep on functioning, praises to urge him on as his cock kept on ripping her walls apart.

“Oh fuck, Tom, I-” a heavy breath spilled from her lips, insides churning as she was ready to let go. “Let me cum, please, I’ve been good. I will do anything, please.”

“Anything, you say?” (Y/n) couldn’t focus on his words, needed to cum around his cock, waiting for the coil to snap, allowing her to lose herself in the pleasure. She nodded her head, begging him once again.

“Cum for me, darling.” She came with a cry of his name, stomach spasming, limbs quivering, about to let go of her weight. Her orgasm rattled through her system, holding onto her soul, soothing her burns. The feeling seemed all too overwhelming, her body fell against his, arms tightening their grip around his neck, scared that she would crash to the ground.

Tom followed her down the edge, forcing her to take his release, the white cum that stuck to her walls, marking her as his once again. Both stayed pressed together, bodies still united, careful not to waste any drops of arousal. The night was dragging on as they found comfort in the silence, renewing their promises for a better world - a world Tom Riddle would force to its knees.

You should write more about that first part of those headcanons 💚

anon i literally thought you were riley because she asked me to do the exact same thing .2 seconds after she read them y’all are kindred spirits i swear

but anyways I hope you like this!! one tall glass of shane juice just for ya babes. putting a cut because this got hella long. chug that spicy fluff ladies x

It’s the end of autumn, and Marnie has asked Shane to look over Jas for the night. Jas is absolutely elated.

“Sleepover! Sleepover! Sleepover!” she chants, jumping up and down on the couch.

Shane chuckles, bringing out plates of pizza slices for them into the living room.

“It’s not a sleepover if we already live together, squirt,” he teases her.

Jas pouts at him. “Yes it is!” she insists.

He huffs. “Fine, you know what, if you want this to be a sleepover, let’s make it one. Just please don’t tell aunt Marnie I heated up pizza instead of the soup she left for us.”

Jas giggles. “Promise I won’t tell,” she tries to wink but just ends up blinking. “Pinky swear!” she adds, holding out her pinky and waving it at him.

Shane easily grabs her pinky with his. “I’ll hold you to it,” he says with a faked seriousness.

He pops in the movie into the player, some animated film about dancing sister princesses. If he didn’t go to Jas’s room regularly, he wouldn’t remember the last time he saw so much pink. He doesn’t mind, though; Jas is delighted, which is all that matters. 

They finish their pizza pretty quickly, and Jas nestles into his side on the couch. He puts his arm around her, a swell of pride burgeoning inside. She’s so tiny, her breaths so small. He forgets sometimes. 

They are halfway through the movie when someone knocks at the door.

“Who is it?” Jas asks, looking up at him.

“I don’t know,” he answers, frowning as he checks the time. “Don’t worry, I’m going to go check and be right back. You can tell me what I missed when I get back,” he ruffles the top of her head.

She giggles, before focusing back on the movie. He gets up with a grunt, stretching out. His steps are lazy as he makes his way to the door. The knocks come again.

“Yeah, yeah, coming,” he mutters.

He swings the door open, and is shocked to see you there.

“What are you doing here so late?” he asks, confused.

You take a second to answer, blinking at him. “Why hello Shane, good to see you too,” you grimace.

He sighs and scratches his cheek, slightly embarrassed. “Sorry. I, uh, nice to see you. But why am I seeing you, exactly? Weren’t you… mad at me?”

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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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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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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.

Teeth | Remus Lupin

Summary: You ask Remus to bite you during sex.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, penetrative sex, fem!reader, odaxelagnia/biting kink, slight masochism, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink

A/N: I’ve had this thought in my head for a while so here it is 🏃‍♀️ I thought it up while listening to Teeth by Lady Gaga so maybe give it a listen while you read 👀

“You want me to what?” Remus’ hips stuttered, like he didn’t know what to think of your request, though he couldn’t deny how his cock twitched at your words.

“Bite me, Rem,” you cooed, locking your ankles around his lower back and pulling him deeper within you. “Mark me, please.”

“Are you sure?” he whispered, his strong arms braced above your head as he dipped his head down to softly kiss just below your ear. “I don’t want to hurt you, dove.”

“But I want you to.”

Those words were all Remus needed to hear. He drew back, his hips snapping forward into yours as he buried his head into your neck. You moaned softly, nails raking down his back as Remus’ hips rocked steadily into yours.

His sweet kisses turned into small nips which he soothed over quickly with his tongue. Remus kissed down your neck and collarbone, leaving a trail of hickeys in his wake. His body was pressed fully against yours, the warmth of his body heating up your skin.

You tilted your head to the side, further exposing your neck to Remus and bringing your lips to his own, sucking a dark bruise into the junction where his neck met his shoulder. Remus growled, suddenly plunging his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder.

“Fuck, Remus, do that again,” you sighed. “Please, darling.”

Remus kissed over the sensitive skin, his lips dancing across your shoulder and collarbone, littering your skin with the indentations of his teeth.

It was almost like his werewolf side had taken over, his bites becoming rougher and more animalistic with every moan and whimper you let out.

His pubic bone rubbed against your clit with each roll of hips, the painful sting of his canines sinking into your breast adding to your pleasure.

“You look fuckin’ gorgeous right now, angel,” Remus grunted, his hot breath fanning your ear.

Remus’ cock hit your g-spot with every thrust, his lips crashing into yours as he approached his own orgasm. Your moans were muffled by Remus as he drank up every little sound you made.

It only took a few more snaps of his hips to have you coming undone below him, your walls clenching around his thick length as you bucked your hips up into his, riding out your orgasm.

“Y’gonna fill me up, darling? Mark me some more? Make me yours?” you panted, arms and legs wrapped tightly around Remus, pulling him as close to you as possible.

“Oh, shit, I love it when you talk to me like that,” Remus replied. “M’gonna fill you up so good, princess. Stuff you full of my babies. You want that don’t, huh? Want to me to fill you up with my babies?”

“Please, Rem, let me have your babies.”

His thrusts were sloppy and fast, his hands gripping your hips as tightly as he could. With another roll of his hips, he came, out of breath as he collapsed on top of you.

Propped up on his elbow, Remus’ eyes raked over your body, lingering on each mark he had created. His free hand traced the indents in your skin softly, occasionally applying pressure to the red and purple marks. You hissed at the slight pain, loving how Remus always seemed to know what you wanted.

“Godric, I wish we’d done this before.”

“Me too,” you smiled, eyes fluttering shut as your tiredness overcame you. “But don’t worry, darling, I’ll let you bite me any time.”

“Don’t threaten me with a good time, angel.”

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