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❦ pairings: sirius black x fem!reader (romantic), james potter x fem!reader (platonic, ex couple)

❦ warnings: oral (f receiving), teasing, fingering, sirius calling reader 'slut', shower sex against the wall, swearing, mentions of cheating. . . i think that's all. DON'T READ IF YOU ARE UNCOMFORTABLE !

❦ summary: your relationship with sirius was secret. but one day, your ex boyfriend, james, catches you and sirius naked and in not so pleaseable position (for him) in the shower.

❦ a/n: not my gif.

❦ word count: 2,1k

your boyfriend on his knees was definitely a sight you could get use to.

you didn't know how all this happened. you and sirius only wanted to get a nice romantic shower and now you were begging for him to make you cum. you were sure you'll come out of the shower dirtier than when you came in.

sirius was teasing you – he always was a teaser. he had his eyes fixated on you, watching you whine and throwing your head back in frustation when his tongue made ubelieveably slow circles on your clit. you were desperate and horny.

james, peter, marlene and mary were spending their time in the common room meanwhile lily and remus had their prefect duties, meaning you and your boyfriend had finally time for yourselves.

"sirius, please," you begged for like a milionth time. you let out a mix of a sigh of relief and a moan when sirius finally stopped teasing and fastered his movements. he was aware of the fact that anyone could walk in on you two anytime so he better not waste time as he wanted some relief as well.

you couldn't help but to buck your hips at the sudden pleasure. the grind against his face was even more pleasureable and sirius knew that so he wrapped his mascular arms around your thighs tightly, trying to keep you in place, making you unable to move.

your boyfriend unexpectedly sucked your clit, causing a soft yelp to escape your lips. sirius smirked, proud of himself. he then let off your button and moved his tongue to your entrance. not waiting for anything, he slid his pink muscle into you. you leaned against the glass wall of the shower behind you as your legs were getting weaker. you pulled his black locks rather harshly. you were about to apologize when he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations through your entire body.

you arched your back in the air, feeling slightly embarrassed of how quickly you could feel yourself approaching your orgasm. sirius already knew that – he always knew.

that's why he on purpose slowed his movements. he didn't want to deny your high, no, but he just really enjoyed watching you beg, being needy and desperate.

"no," you whimpered, trying to move before remembering his hands were keeping that ability from you, "please, don't stop."

the famous sirius black smirk appeared on his face. then, he put your left leg around his shoulder as his long finger found its way to your opening and slid them inside with ease.

you were thankful for the silencing charm you casted before things got heated because you didn't hold yourself back. a loud moan slipped out of your mouth, finding yourself in a desire for more.

"more, please."

sirius, to your surprise, obeyed immediately and added a second finger. perhaps he was no longer in a mood for teasing you, but you knew that was impossible.

you were getting closer and closer by every passing second. and it didn't help when sirius' magic fingers found your g spot and his tongue went to your clit again, sucking it and drawing circles, making your legs tremble.

"cum, you slut," said sirius through gritted teeth, "make a mess for me."

you didn't need to be told twice because his words and voice sent you over the edge. the next moment, you were falling apart on sirius' tongue. he still fingered you trough your orgasm as you screamed in pleasure. his name seemed to be like the only word you knew at the moment.

you were surprised of how long your high lasted after you finally calmed down, trying to catch your breath as you once more leaned against the shower wall.

sirius chuckled lowly and then stood up. he brought his fingers to your mouth. you sucked them, tasting yourself.

"jump," your boyfriend ordered and you did as you were told, you jumped as his strong hands found their way to your ass and gripped it. you wrapped your legs around his torso and that caused the gap between your bodies getting smaller. you now felt the tip of his cock on your entrance, making you bite your lower lip.

sirius smiled at your reaction and immediately pushed his length into your pussy. you threw your head back as he stretched your walls.

not letting you adjust, sirius quickly began to move in and out. pleasure soon replaced the burning feeling from your previous orgasm as sirius' head was placed in the crook of your neck, leaving sloppy kisses on it once in a while.

you yanked his hair again and he pulled away from your neck. you brought him into a kiss, which was full of lust and passion.

you arched your back, hoping you could get his cock deeper inside than was already possible. it worked, because the tip hit your g spot.

the bathroom was full of your and sirius' moans, often moaning each other's names as you both could feel yourselves approaching your high.

"fuck," surius groaned against your neck. he then left some marks and bites on it. your nails were digging into his back, you were sure he would have some moons and scratches on it tommorow.

you were about to cry out how close you were, but your attention was caught by a figure.

because of the foggy glass wall, you couldn't quite tell, who it was at first. couldn't be remus, he's taller and his hair was definitely lighter. it couldn't be peter either, his figure was much shorter. at that moment, you knew who it was.

you didn't cast 'colloportus'.

fuck.

you patted sirius' back quickly, hoping he gets the sign. unfortunately, he didn't.

"j-james," you said loudly. sadly, with a moan, making sirius to have confusion written all over his face.

"what?" he exclaimed, pulling away from you, stopping his movements. "james? really? hm let me guess, you are still in love with him and while i fuck you, you imagine your precious ex boyfriend."

"sirius, no!" you denied in desbelief, trying to ignore the feeling of knowing he doesn't trust you completely. you tilted your head at a place behind his shoulder. "james. . ."

your boyfriend turned around confusedly. at the sight of his best friend catching him and his ex girlfriend having sex, he pulled his cock out of your cunt and cursed under his breath as his face went even more pale.

"o-oh, hi, prongs," he stuttered, pursing his lips into a thin line.

you grabbed two towels, one for you and one for sirius. you handed it to him and you two immediately wrapped it around your bodies. after you and sirius stepped out of the shower, you were met with an angry james potter.

you gulped nervously, stepping closer to him. "james? you alright? you look a little bit. . . well. . . like you're ready to murder someone. . ."

"that's because i am!" he snapped at you angrily and then turning his gaze to sirius. "what the fuck you think you're doing, black?"

"well, what do you think?" sirius raised an eyebrow. "that's what couples do, i was just having a great sex with my girlfriend, before you interrupt us!"

potter's face was getting a color of red. "you little–" he stopped himself. "hold on. your girlfriend?! as in y/n, my ex girlfriend?"

"yes, that's her," sirius nodded, waiting to get punched. but instead of that, james turned to you. sirius was getting more worried at that move.

you, on the other hand, weren't scared. no matter how angry james was, he would never hurt you. that boy wouldn't hurt a fly.

"so you're dating him? my best friend?"

"yes, so what?" you asked. "do i need to remind you that you broke up with me because you were in love with lily, also known as my best friend?"

"well, you didn't seem that down from our break up," james argued. "it's like you were sleeping with sirius while we were still dating."

"mate-"

"oh?" you cut sirius off. "so you wanted me to get depressed because of our break up?"

"no, that's not what i meant-"

"whatever," you huffed, crossing your arms in your chest. "anyway, why is suddenly everyone accusing me of cheating?" from the corner of your eye, you could see sirius', who was standing next to you, face of guilt as he remembered what he said earlier. "we broke up more than six months ago, james! and i wasn't down after our relationship ended because i figured out that my feelings for you were purely platonic! if i'm not wrong, which i'm not, i had plenty of time falling in love with sirius!" your boyfriend's face softened. he had never heard you were in love with him before.

"well, congrats that you moved on. that's great really." sarcasm could be heard in his voice. "sorry to dissapoint you, y/n, but he isn't in love with you."

"james, that's not true. i am in love with her." sirius glared.

"bullshit!" james spat, scoffing. "you never felt any romantic attention towards the girls you slept with. y/n is not an exception."

"you don't know what are you talking about! i once liked a girl i slept with!" you raised your eyebrow at him. "but i don't like her anymore, darling. i love you."

you looked at him like you never looked at anyone before as you interwined your fingers with his, your thumb rubbing his knuckles.

"i love you too," you confessed and sent him a loving smile, which he couldn't help but to mirror.

james only scoffed and said "i can't do this anymore," before walking out of the bathroom. you wanted to go after him, but sirius stopped you.

he bent over and picked up some clothes. "he's upset right now. give him few days. well, maybe a week or perhaps few weeks. . ." he threw you his short-sleeved shirt and your shorts.

"few weeks?" you exclaimed, putting on the shirt. "he possibly can't be mad at me for few weeks?! that immature, arrogant cockroach! but i know him for long enough to know you are right. . ."

both of you were surprised to see james sitting on sirius's bed by the window, watching out of it. when he heard the bathroom door open and then close, he turned his head to you two.

"sirius," he said coldly and patted his hand on the bed. "let's have a little chat, yeah?"

your boyfriend looked at you with pleading, gulping. "please, kitten, promise me you will come to my funeral. and bring those black roses. . . they're nice."

you rolled your eyes and pushed him forwards to his friend. "stop being dramatic, black."

"wait, y/n, you can stay. me and sirius don't mind your presence, do we?" james's voice stopped you from walking out of their dorm.

sirius shook his head, probably happy with the idea of you staying here while james was going to beat the living soul out of him. you nodded, sitting on perer's bed, which was placed close to the door.

james then coldly smiled and drew the red curtains around sirius's bed, making you unable to see what was going on. that made you quite nervous.

when you didn't hear any noises for a while, you knew that james used the muffliato spell.

MEANWHILE AT SIRIUS'S BED

"so. . ." your boyfriend laughed very nervously, trying to light up the mood.

it didn't work because james sent him a deadly glare. "we had a deal, sirius."

sirius groaned. "oh, come on, prongs, we were thirteen! at that time i never thought you could have a girlfriend!"

"oh, so you could and i could not?" james raised an eyebrow. "how come? we're almost the same!"

"well, i am devilishly handsome. no wonder y/n fell for me," sirius smirked. "quite literally. . "

"you have no idea how much i want to punch you right now."

quietness filled the air.

"i want to ask you something and i want the most honest answer you can give, alright?" james asked

"alright."

"do you love her?"

sirius smiled and nodded. "i do."

"how much?"

"as much. . ." your lover paused. "as much as you love evans."

james chuckled for the first time in a while, nodding approvingly. "wow. that must be a lot."

"look, james," began sirius, "i have never felt like that about anyone before. not mary, no one."

"i know," james sighed. "but let me tell you this. if you'll hurt her–"

"yeah, you murder me blah blah blah."

your ex boyfriend bit his lip. "that's not what i wanted to say. . . i was about to say that if you hurt her, you're gonna lose the ability of having children. 'cause your dick is gonna end up deep in your throat and i'm not gonna be the one putting it in there."

sirius laughed. "very funny, but y/n is not that violent."

"believe me, mate. i've dated her."

and from that day, sirius was afraid to piss you off.

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Reunited - Sirius Black x Reader

Summary/(A/N): After 14 years, Harry’s Godmother is finally reunited with her husband. I made this sort of specific to whatever my own mind came up with; (Y/N) is Harry’s Godmother, and has of course known the Marauders since their school days. She’s known Harry since the events of POA, and she took him in. Harry and (Y/N) have lived together for the past two years, and although Harry has met and seen Sirius, the most that (Y/N) has received is letters. Finally, in OOTP, they’re reunited. 

Warnings: None really, maybe a lil’ kissing scene <3 

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IM IMAGINING A PT2 IN MY HEAD LMAO

Stories We Lived Through sirius black x fem!reader

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

requested by anon | masterlist | not my gif

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

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

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post Azkaban sirius>

Flirting Disasters

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader Summary: You fell in love with Sirius Black while working together with him at the order while he dismisses every move you make on him Warnings: Second hand-embarrassment, drinking problems, passing out, break-down. Word Count: 3,789

You fiddled with your purse thinking about your first order meeting. Granted, you were an expert at decoding messages coming from your immense study of Runes; but you could very well handle yourself in a fight too.

Dumbledore already told you about your job. Decode the messages and try to find out the course of action of the death eaters. He had told you that you’ll be working with Sirius Black the owner and head of the Black household, also the order’s headquarters. You’d been told a lot about him too. Being wrongly accused and sent to Azkaban by his own best friend, his narrow escape and having to stay back at the headquarters for his own good. That did not prepare you in any way when you actually met him.

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camera ࿐ james potter

pairing : shy james x cam gn reader

warnings : smut, d/s dynamics, sub james, dom reader, mommy kink, masturbation, mentions of riding, pet names

summary : shy jamie joins you <333

a/n : i hate this ahahaha

“show ‘em your pretty cock, baby” you encouraged softly as james looked up to the camera, red cheeks and shaky hands as he revealed his cock.

it was just as red as his cheeks, and james whimpered at the sight of it sitting tall and proud, on display for thousands of people. he loved it, but he felt a bit insecure too.

“hey, pretty boy” you called and his eyes shifted to yours, wide and pretty, “you’re so beautiful, okay? you’re doing so good” you caressed his thigh reassuringly.

james nodded with a gulp, still looking a bit unsure, but happy with your praise. “t-thank you, mommy.”

you hummed contently and licked your lips as you took a closer look at him. it obviously wasn’t your first time together, but he still managed to look more and more delicious every time. his weeping tip throbbed when you gripped the base of his cock, squeezing it not too hard.

“o-owie” he whimpered, biting his lip at the pathetic sound. “mommy... i need your mouth, please” he pouted up at you.

“uhm, i don’t know about that, baby” you seemed to be thinking aloud, “bet you’re gonna cum in a sec if i give you it.”

james whimpered at your teasing, brows furrowing as he struggled to keep his hips from bucking into your hand. “s just so sensitive” he whined, his thighs closing around your elbow, “j-just needa come. needa be a good boy and cum f’my mommy” babbled james, his eyes lovingly looking down at you — you sure were a sight for sore eyes, even when his mind was foggy.

giving in to him, you leaned in, taking the head of his cock into your mouth and suckling gently, your saliva and tongue cold in comparison with his hard cock. james shuddered at the feeling, throwing his head back.

you pinched his thigh as a way to make him look up again, “i’m- i’m so sorry, mommy! promise i’m sorry-” “shut up, jamie. don’t wanna hear your blabbers anymore. be good” you demanded and he obeyed immediately, eyes focused on the camera in front of him as his lips fell open.

you swirled your tongue over his tip once, twice, thrice just because you knew it would make him go insane, and then managed to take most of him down your throat, gagging slightly as you hollowed your cheeks around his throbbing cock.

“cum” he mewled, caressing your cheek as he squeezed his eyes shut. “m so close, mommy. please let me cum, please” his pathetic pleas rang in your ears, followed by his cries of pleasure, and not even caring what the audience had to say, you gave it to him.

your hands came up to play with his balls, rolling them in your hands, pulling gently and even squeezing them a bit as your mouth continued to take all of him.

james gripped the sheets in his large hands, tugging as if his life depended on it, and with a barely audible ‘go ahead, baby’ from you, his balls along with his cock started twitching, and you choked on thick ropes of cum.

he continued to cry out, but now even louder. “mommy!” he moaned loudly. strings of ‘mommy’ and ‘thank you’s spilled from his swollen lips as his body spasmed and jerked.

but that didn’t stop you. and instead, you swallowed his cum and hurried up on your feet, your legs straddling his hips in the blink of an eye.

when your cunt made contact with his overused cock, james completely lost it. “i-i came, mommy! i came, please- hurts so bad- want more.”

the incoherent words left his lips and you laughed almost maniacally, leaning forward so your face was closer to his. “ve turned you into my personal dumb little baby, hm?” you asked and he pouted, his bottom lip quivering, “but don’t worry, pretty boy. mommy will take care of you, okay?”

with a fervent nod, james kissed you deeply, breathily murmuring, “please ruin me, mommy.”

I LOVED THIS AAAAAAAAAAA

My Godson Our Godson

Sirius x Reader

Summary: After y/n’s older brother James and his wife Lily are murdered. Sirius is sentenced to Azkaban for giving their location Voldemort. Y/N is left to raise Harry, alone. Now that Sirius is free, he wants to be part of Harry’s life…and to set the record straight with y/n. Who he’s still madly in love with.

Notes/Warnings: Angst, betrayal, lovers to enemies to lovers, and some good old smut.

Words: 2.8k+

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You’re nineteen years old. Just turned, to be precise, when your older brother James and his wife Lily are killed. Murdered by Lord Voldemort, and Sirius Black was the one to betray them.

The first night is the worst. Albus Dumbledore and Minerva McGonagall arrive at your doorstep. Delivering the news along with your nephew, Harry. Who is little more than a year old.

“Lily was pregnant.” You say, not because it changes anything. But because someone should know, someone besides you and…that traitor who got them killed. So you don’t have to carry it around like an ugly secret.

“I’m very sorry y/n.” McGonagall rests a hand on your shoulder. “Seeing as both sets of grandparents are deceased, you are next of kin, along with Lily’s sister Petunia. But seeing as you are also named godmother-“

“I’ll take him.” You say firmly. “I’ll take care of Harry.”

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I really hope my mom doesn't know about my Tumblr acc

i’ll be your 1-up girl

ship: kate bishop/fem!reader

summary/request: kate is really close to hitting 1000 subscribers on twitch, and you’re somehow the star of the show. (au where twitch’s terms of service just lets u straight up have sex on camera)

word count: 865

warnings: smut (18+), pillow humping, edging, exhibitionism, sex acts on camera, mentions of other things (bondage, anal, pet play kind of not really?), stupid nerd jokes

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🦦 james sucking your tit while your sleeping because yes ALSO CONGRATS ON 800

Nsfw. Not proofread, m’sorry.  And it’s just kinda all over the place. Hope you like it enough though.

Word Count: 656

James tightened his hold on you as panic surged through him. Dancing between consciousness and treacherous sleep that threatened to drag him deeper into the terrifying depths of his mind where his worst fears swam, circling his consciousness, stalking him like predators did their prey.

He let out a pathetic whimper as terror swept through him at the thoughts of the impending war swirling through his mind. The idea of losing you, of Sirius or Remus. Or Godric forbid you had him pulling you closer to his chest. As more panic flooded his head he could feel himself slipping, into what? He didn’t know and he thought it better not to find out. 

Scrambling to the surface of his cognizance to evade the dark thoughts that snapped at his ankles as he trod water, the surface of his consciousness shimmering mockingly with the promise of safety that resided in the room, in your arms.

It was like taking a breath of air after years of living underwater as he was torn back to reality, to the room that spun around him, his head throbbing as the fear that brewed inside him still thrummed through his veins.

It took him a moment, but once he realized that the pressure he was feeling was your body pressed against him he let out a sigh of relief. Gazing down at you allowed him to begin to tether himself to the room, he smiled at how ethereal you looked with the thin slivers of moonlight washing over your face. But no matter how close he snuggled into you it wasn’t enough, he needed more.

Shifting the two of you so that his head rested in the crook of your arm he was able to inch down the silky material of your night shift that you paired with some of his sweat pants, allowing your tit to release from the restrictive material.

The sight of your bare breast brought him more comfort than he ever would’ve thought, he brought a hand up to run his finger around your areola, watching as the skin pebbled beneath his touch. Once it was hard to his satisfaction he leaned in towards you, latching his mouth onto your nipple so that he could suck gently at the skin. 

Simply having his mouth on your nipple began to calm the dark haired boy down, sucking on it with a little more fervor James felt his eyes begin to flutter closed, it was so dark in the room it was too difficult to differentiate between the view eyes open and eyes closed. 

Letting out a content hum James felt the tendrils of panic dissipating from his spine, being replaced by the comfort of your hand as it found his bareback,

“Hey baby,” You murmured sleepily, the hand not on his back running its fingers through his hair, “Whatcha doing up?”

Regretfully he pulled away from your nipple to answer you, replacing his mouth with his fingers which held the wet, hardened bud between his thumb and index finger, rolling it slightly. 

“Bad dream,” He replied simply, quickly moving his head to return your nipple into his mouth.

“I’m sorry baby,” You frowned down at him, wishing you could take away all of his pain, “And sucking on Mommy’s nipples helps with that?”

He hummed affirmatively around your skin, and though usually, the sight of him drolling over your tit would make you gushing, in your sleepy, sedated state all you could think about was how pure and gorgeous he looked.

You were silent for a moment, your focus trained on him, “You think you can go back to sleep pretty boy?”

His response came with a silent shrug of his shoulders as he continued to lazily suck your nipple. 

“Well try to get some sleep my darling,” You brought his hand to your mouth to kiss the center of his palm, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

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

kinda like good cop bad cop but with doms.

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

im so excited 😈😈

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

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word count: 2.1k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Tell me, then. Who’s in charge?”

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

“Try again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Prove it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Moons-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“He’s not daddy-“

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

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

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

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

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

“Gotta be a good girl-“

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

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

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REMEMBERING THIS MASTERPIECE

The Not-So-Perfect Sister

Pairing: Sirius Black x potter!reader

Word Count: 4,442

Warnings: Under aged drinking, mentions of neglect, overall angsty

Summary: James Potters sister who had felt put of place her whole life finally breaks when Lily Evans arrives at her house.

A/n: I really like this one. Kinda angst but sweet. My inbox is open feel free to send in requests! Hope you guys like it too!

Being a Potter seemed like an easy gig to most people. The big house, nice family, a large amount of money, it definitely seemed like a piece of cake. And if your name is James then yes, yes it was. But if your name was y/n- or as most people called you James' sister -than no, no it wasn't. 

When you were eleven you had walked up to the chair and sat down with your eyes locked on your smiling brother. He was seated between his three best friends and practically glowing with excitement from the gold and red table.

The old hat was placed on your head and you could already the word that would flow from its leathery mouth. But to your surprise along with everyone else's in the large dining hall, not even a second after the hat landed on your y/h/c head it bellowed, "Slytherin!" 

The hall fell silent and your eyes, still on your brother went wide. James' on the other hand narrowed, his lips piercing to a thin line. 

You felt your heart break as your best friend turned away from you in disgust. And at eleven years old you had already been smashed to pieces by the person you loved most. 

Your parents had sent you a letter telling you it was alright to be in a different house but they didn't act like it was. When James joined the quidditch team they had cheered for him and came to as many games as they could. 

When you joined the Slytherin team as a keeper they had dismissed it with a wave of a hand and only came to your games when you happen to be playing Gryffindor. They were always adorned in yellow and red. 

They almost never sent you letters when James received one once a week. They would support James no matter what, but if you slipped up even once they would come down on you in a hail storm of fury.

By third year you stopped coming home over breaks, you would spend Christmas at Hogwarts alone. But summers were unavoidable. You would simply go home and hide in your room, only coming down stairs for meals which you eat in silence as you listened to your parents gush about James' achievements. 

When Sirius joined you in your fourth year, their fifth, your life went from bad to worse.

Sirius was an asshole. He always was and always will be. He was arrogant and stubborn, he was sure he was the best thing in the world and that he had everyone trapped under his finger. And watching him receive more love from your parents than you did made living under the same roof as the boy nearly impossible. 

What made it worse was the fact that he was irritatingly handsome. He was dashing and charming, somehow managing to make you hate him just to avoid feeling something else.  It made you sick that you even had thoughts of him in a positive way whatsoever. But even though you would never admit it, you did.

And now you had to welcome another one of your least favorite people into your life.

You hated Lily Evans. From the minute layed eyes on the girl you could feel a sickening loathing build up in you like a fire. With each overly sweet smile she threw and disgustingly soft laugh she uttered the larger that fire burned. 

It wasn't like she had ever done anything wrong to you. She was always nice when you passed in the hallways, she never picked on you or called you 'James' little sister' a term you had grown to hate. She was always kind to you, even when your brother was being a brat like usual. And that was one of the many reasons you hated her. 

She was perfect. It made you want to hurl. Her fiery red hair and emerald eyes. Her perfect grades and great scores. She was kind, brave, smart and cunning. She had it all. Plus your brother, who wouldn't even spare you a glance, trailed after her like a lost puppy. She was the physical embodiment of everything you hated. 

Of course now she was dating James which meant you had to put up with her bullshit even more than usual. 

You were downstairs making yourself a sandwich, when the doorbell rang. You rolled your eyes and walked to go open it. 

You swung the door open ready to shoo away some girl scouts when you came face with your worst nightmare.

"Hey y/n!" She smiled waving a bit. 

Your mouth dropped and eyes went wide before narrowing to slits and your mouth slamming shut into a scowl. 

You merely growled the word "Nope." Before slamming the door shut straight into her face. 

"Y/n! What the hell?" You turned your mood souring from bad to worse. 

"You deal with you preppy girlfriend James, I dont have the energy for her." You hissed. 

He simply rushed past you his shoulder hitting yours harshly as he passed and opened the door.

"Lily, I am so sorry for my sister is being an asshole again.." 

The rest of the conversation died out as you snatched your sandwich and darted upstairs. You quickly slammed into James room to meet Sirius, who was adorned in only a towel his black hair dripping wet. You ignored the sight and focused on the problem at hand.

"What the hell y/n?!" Sirius snapped, his face flushing. 

"Yeah what the hell!" You responded to worked up to care about his lack of clothing. 

Sirius shot you a confused look, his cheeks now a blazing red.

"Why is Evans here?!" You screeched. 

"Maybe because she's meeting her boyfriend's parents?" Sirius bellowed back, "Now get out!" 

You ran from the room slamming the door behind you and retreating from your safe haven. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your mother frantically attempting to clean your room. 

"Y/n!" She scolded, "Your room is a complete disaster!" 

"What are you doing in here?" You asked voice angry. 

"Lily is going to be sleeping in here so clean this place up!" She yelled motioning to your disaster of a room. 

Your fury strengthened, "I wont clean shit for that bitch." You growled. 

"Y/n!" Your mother gasped in disgust.

You left before she had a chance to say anything more. Your head pounded as you thundered down the steps not bothering to move in the slightest as your brother and his girlfriend ascended upward. You shouldered them roughly out of the way James protests fading in the back of your mind.

You ran for the door, grabbing your purse and shoes from the mudroom before sprinting onto the street. 

It had rained that night so everything was damp, causing your mitch-matched socks thin fabric to grow cold and wet. The scent of wet asphalt and dewy grass filled you helping to calm your nerves as you ran from your inevitable future. 

You knew that eventually you were going to have to go back to that house and deal with your mother and father and brother and his girlfriend and probably his best friend too. But you ignored that fact sitting on a bench to pull on your converse. You didn't bother to tie them. 

You then stood up and began to walk with no destination in mind. You walked for about an hour before you realized how hungry you are. You never got to eat that sandwich and breakfast was a distant memory. 

You quickly found a small coffee shop and walked inside enjoying the strong scent of the beverage it emitted. You ordered before plopping down at your table and staring helplessly out the window. You watched people move back and forth outside of the window feeling slightly like a tiger locked in a zoo behind the thick glass. You stared at the thick purple clouds that bruised the grey sky, ignoring who's eyes they reminded. You were so entranced with the scene in front of you, you didn't even notice that your food was placed in front of you until you turned to see it there, the sandwich slightly cold. 

You sighed, too hungry to discard the food put in front of you. You ate slowly, as if you were unsure if the meal was safe. You then turned your head back to the street to see a dark haired boy smirking back at you. You instantly stood, sprinting for the door. 

The idea of being brought back to that house made you want to hurl the sandwich you had just eaten. So you began to run not bothering to look back, your feet thundered on the wet cement of the sidewalk before you turned down an alley only to yelp when you were greeted by a bored looking Sirius Black. 

"Did you seriously think that you could outrun me." He questioned eyebrows raised.

"I could if you didn't use magic." You scoffed, attempting to shoulder past him and continue to the next street over. You were stopped when he grabbed you shoulder harshly. 

"Why the hell did you run?" He asked almost seeming worried. You quickly brushed off the thought. Sirius Black doesn't worry, much less about Slytherins. 

You hummed pretending to think, "Maybe because I don't want to deal with greasy haired asshole who is going to take me back to my living hell?" 

"Hey!" Sirius protested, clearly offended, "My hair is not greasy!" 

"You can not be serious." You sneered rolling your eyes. 

"I'm always sirius." He smiled back satisfied with his overused and unoriginal pun.

You resisted the urge to smack him. "Why did you come anyways?" 

"Your brother sent me." He shrugged, "plus we both know you don't want to walk all the way back to your house."

"Who said I was going back?" You challenged, eyes narrowing.

Sirius sighed, "You are going back weather you get on my bike yourself or I force you onto it." You glowered at him. 

"If I could you use magic I would wipe your ass all over the street." You threatened. 

"I know." He smiled, "that's why I'm happy you can't." 

"I'm not going." You decided planting your feet and crossing your arms, head held high.

Sirius let out a strenuous sigh clearly annoyed, "Come on." He whined, "Your brother said I had to bring you back." 

You pursered your lips, looking away from the boy. 

He groaned, "Are you fucking with me?" 

"Nope." You responded lips popping on the p. 

"You're really going to make me hex you?" He grumbled. 

You nodded making the boy let out another moan in protest before raising his wand and muttering "Rictusempra."

You immediately burst into giggles "You asshole." You spit out between laughs as a tickling sensation made you lose all other abilities. 

Sirius grabbed you throwing you over his shoulder like you were a doll. 

"I'm gonna kill you." You giggled unable to stop the laughter spurring from your mouth. 

"I'm so threatened." Sirius smirked back before plopping you down on his motorcycle and buckling his helmet on your y/h/c head. 

"Hold onto my waist, I don't want you to die." 

"Really?" You chucked, voice uncharacteristically high. 

"I'm on my way to changing my mind." He sighed sitting down trying to to flush as your arms hugged close to his waist your body shaking with giggles. 

He reversed the spell at the first stoplight you reached and then continued his way back to your house, your chest pressed to his back. When you pulled back up to your house it was growing dark out and you were beginning to question your entire existence. 

You groaned into Sirius leather jacket and banged your head onto his back. 

"Can we not going inside?" You asked hopefully, glancing at the house its windows glowing warmly, the door reminding you of an entrance to hell. 

"You got yourself into this one y/n/n, get yourself out." He shrugged before hopping off the motorcycle and snatching the helmet off your head. 

"Don't call me y/n/n and I didn't get myself into anything you guys are just all assholes." You spoke harshly.

"How was I possibly an asshole?" Sirius exclaimed. 

"Umm how about you hexed me and then forced me back to my house?" 

"I was helping you!" He yelled exasperated. 

"You were not!" You shot back, "You practically kidnapped me!" 

"You're impossible." Sirius scoffed at you before turning on his heel and heading inside. 

You scowled angry all over again before turning to face the house you knew you would have to walk into sooner or later. 

You paced back and forth for a second before biting your lip and walking slowly up your porch steps. You then slowly opened the door and slipped inside. You were greeted by the sound of laughter and the clatter of silverware. 

You poked your head cautiously around the corner to see your family seated for dinner. 

Sirius was serving himself some pasta while your mother talked to Lily and James messed with your dad. 

You felt your heart clench at how right it looked. The perfect son, the head boy and the quidditch star. The friend who needed help and received it, needing a family and getting one. And of course the perfect daughter. With red hair to match her robes and perfect grades. The head girl who would no doubt have an amazing life after school. 

You tried to imagine yourself at the table sitting in the empty seat, your head bent, staring at the food refusing to meet your parents eyes, your green shirt looking odd against the wave of red. The fact was that you didn't belong and never would. So you went upstairs snatched a blanket and a pillow and retreated to your basement. 

You plopped onto the couch and released a breath you didn't realize you were holding. You felt your eyes prick with tears as the image of the perfect family upstairs burned in your eyelids and you wanted to scream. 

You slammed your hands on to your closed eyelids, enjoying the pressure they provided, keeping tears behind them. Because the truth was as much as you hated your family you wanted nothing more than to be apart of it. You had spent your whole life attempting to get noticed, to simply be acknowledged as half the person they saw James as. But year after year you were left more and more broken. And now your parents fell in love with a girl they had known for only one night. It made you sick. Your hatred for Lily growing into a nightmarish beast. 

Your eyes popped open when you heard someone descending the stairs. You turned to see your brother leaning against the railing arms crossed eyebrows furrowed. 

"What do you want James?" You scoffed sitting up on your elbows. 

"What do I want?" James hissed, "I want to know why my sister is such a selfish prat." 

You sat all the way up glaring at your brother, "I'm the selfish one?" You glowered in disbelief. 

"Yeah, yeah you are." James spat. 

You stood walking to meet your brother, "How in bloody hell was I being selfish?!" You growled. 

"How about slamming the door in Lily's face, or I don't know swearing at mom or maybe calling my girlfriend a bitch before running off to fairyland?!"James was yelling now his voice echoing off the small room."Your damned lucky Sirius offered to find you because I'm done with it!"

You shook your head, "Sirius said you sent him to get me. He was lying?" You asked softly, You silently wished him to say that he wanted you back, that he had sent him, that he had wanted you here.

"Of course I didn't!" James shouted "Not everything is about you!"

You felt your heart crumpled. He hadn't wanted you back. Hell, he would have been happier if you had stayed gone. You willed yourself not to cry, so instead you laughed, a crazy demonic sound ripping from your throat and escaping your lips, "Your right James!" You screeched, "Not everything is about me!" Your fire full smile broke into a sneer, "It's all about you." 

James looked taken aback for a second guilt flashing momentarily into his dark eyes before being replaced with anger. 

"It's all about you. You and your perfect grades and your perfect friends." You could feel tears pricking at your eyes. "You and your quidditch bullshit, and your god damn bright fucking future!" You spat the words like venom from your mouth, "You and your bitchy girlfriend who's going to make the perfect little daughter in law!" You were now yelling your voice feeling raw as tears dripped off your chin. 

"Stop calling her a bitch!" James screamed back. 

Just then the door opened and Lily, Sirius and your parents came hurling down the stairs. 

"What in bloody hell is going on!" Sirus shouted but you ignored him. 

"I'm so sorry for calling shit as it is, your girlfriend is a bitch. B-I-T-C-H. BITCH!"  You wailed taking a step forward, you were now looking directly into your brothers eyes, just barley below him, less than a foot away. 

You saw his eyes burn, anger filling them, turning their dark brown pigment to black. 

And then he did something you would never imagine him to do in his life. 

James raised his hand and with one swift movement slapped you clean across the cheek

You heard a series or gasps and yells fall around you, your ears ringing slightly. You could feel where his hand had struck your skin, it was hot and thumping, a dull sting finding its home there. 

You slowly turned your head back to meet your brothers eyes which were now wide with surprise and guilt. 

You slowly removed the hand that had instinctively risen to your cheek and stared hurt and broken in front of your brother who's mouth had dropped open. 

"Y/n, oh my God I didn't-" 

"Rot in hell Potter." You spat your voice deep and dark. And with that you sprinted up the stairs. 

As you began to move the world resumed and everyone else began to take action as well.

You saw James stumble backwards Lily beginning to go to him but Sirius beating her to it and reaching the boy himself. You then heard him yell something you were too delirious to understand before a thud was heard followed closely by another shriek. You shouldered past your parents as you accented the stairs, the fact that they didn't even spare you a glance stung more than a slap ever could. 

For the second time that day you sprinted out onto the street, the crisp air hitting your hot face in a refreshing blow. You stumbled into the night ignoring your bare feet and chilled arms. You had no destination in mind as you sprinted down the sidewalk, you only had a location to get as far as possible from. You wished you had been thinking enough to grab your purse, you could have gone to a bus stop and left to Merlin knows where. 

You made it four blocks before one of your feet caught behind your heel and you were flung to the ground by the ever cruel gravity. 

Your hands hit the damp cement first followed directly by your chin causing you to bite roughly down on your lip. 

You didn't even bother to move debating weather living was even worth it. You could taste the blood in your mouth and feel it seeping from your hands as you lay unmoving under the buzzing streetlamp. 

You were pretty sure you would have lay on that sidewalk, your body shaking with sobs, blood slowly filling your mouth until you died if a strong pair of arms hadn't swept you up. 

You instinctively buried your head into the familiar musky scent as Sirius pulled you close to him. 

"Hey, hey you're okay." He mumbled quietly into your hair, smoothing it clumsily down as he pulled your head into his chest. "You're okay, I've got you." 

You sobbed uncontrollably into Sirius as he mumbled sweet nothings into your ear and held you close to him. 

"I-im sorry." You choked out eventually,  pulling away from the boy slightly. 

"What on earth are you sorry for love?" Sirius chuckled softly pushing the damp hair from your face. 

"I think I got your jacket wet." You muttered a soft smile darting onto your lips. 

Sirius let out a soft laugh, "You are ridiculous." His smile disappeared when he saw your lip.

"I'm okay." You muttered wiping the blood from you lips with a wince. 

"No your not." Sirius sighed quietly. 

He watched your face deflate and he realized that was probably the first time that someone hadn't let you lie to them. Hadn't let you hide behind the thick walls you had built. He called your bluff and it was unfamiliar and strange to you. 

"Why did you lie?" You asked quietly.

"About what?" The boy questioned, confused.

"James didn't send you. He told me."

Sirius flushed before shaking his head he definitely needed to change the subject, "James is an idiot." 

"He's your friend." You shrugged. 

"Yeah well I don't know if that's true anymore." 

You knotted your eyebrows, "Why's that?" 

Sirius sighed "I knocked him out." 

Your mouth dropped.

"If it was anyone else that hit you I would have killed them on the spot." He murmured.

You smiled slightly torn at the idea of your brother getting knocked out by his best friend. 

Sirius decided that you needed something desperately, the same thing he had needed when he left home. 

"Let's get you a drink." 

Your eyes rose to meet his a bit uncertain, before you nodded, "Please."

Sirius smiled as he pulled you to his motorcycle, lazily tucking the helmet onto your head and buckling it for you, his face dancing red at the proximity of your soft pink lips.

You walked into the bar Sirius at your arm. The two of you sat on the stools and Sirius used a bit of magic to order your drinks. 

He handed you a shot of vodka setting one in front of himself. 

You glanced down at the small glass then back up at Sirius before shrugging and raising swiftly to your lips. 

Sirius did the same laughing brightly when he saw your face scrunched in discomfort. 

"That was disgusting!" You coughed, laughing a bit, "Get me another one!" 

Sirius burst into laughter once again ordering you both another round, "This is the last one though, I don't want to have to take you home drunk." He said eyebrows raised. 

You smiled back, downing the second shot a bit more easily than the last, enjoying the warmth that twirled down your throat to your stomach. 

Sirius and you left, you a bit tipsy, him seemingly sober. 

"Let's get you home." He muttered smiling about at your beaten and battered form. 

Suddenly you broke free of him and stumbled backwards, catching yourself on the side of the building. 

"I don't want to go home." You pouted. 

"Sorry Y/n we have got to go back." Sirius sighed. 

"I'M NOT GOING BACK!" You yelled harshly, anger flowing through you. 

"Y/n/n come on it's not that bad, let's head back." Sirius sighed sympathetically. 

"I know your parents were shit Sirius, but at least they were terrible people!" You yelled. 

Sirius rose both eyebrows, "What?"

"Your parents were terrible people right?" You slurred a bit.

Sirius nodded.

"And they hated you because you weren't like them, you weren't s-somebody who would kill a-and hurt, so they hated you for being different. For being a good person." You rambled tears slowly falling from your cheeks.

"Y/n/n we seriously need to get you home." Sirius grumbled worriedly. 

"You're not listening to me!" You screeched taking a step back. 

Sirius stood unsure of what to do.

"My parents hate me for the same reason, because I'm different and I'm not like them." Your voice breaking mid sentence stabbing Sirius in the chest. 

"And because they are 'good people' and they are nice and kind and heros being different than them means I'm a terrible person." Tears now rolled coolly down your check leaving silver streaks in their wake. 

Sirius' face crumbled, "No, no, no. Y/n your not a terrible person, your a great person." He gushed rushing forward to capture you in his embrace. 

"Then why do they hate me?" You asked voice small and weak. 

"They don't hate you y/n. They love you." He mumbled softly one hand wrapping around your waist while the other gripped your head softly pulling you into him. 

You shook your head slowly afraid if you spoke anymore that your eyes would flood with tears once again. 

"Hey." Sirius murmured, causing your big y/e/c eyes to look up at him. "They love you, James loves you" 

You looked away from his stormy grey eyes tired of hearing lies. 

"Hey." He repeated bring your attention back to the storms resting behind his head. "I love you." 

His whisper resonated through the chilled air, like the final note of an orchestra, the strings still not unmoving. You stared at him in wonder. Then your stood on your toes and grabbed the back of his neck slowly pulling him toward you. 

Your lips connected in a sweet, salty kiss. The taste of blood and alcohol lingering between you. You felt his slightly chapped lips moved smoothly against yours making your heart flutter as your hand played with his dark locks, his own finding your waist and pulling you towards him. 

You pulled away softly gasping lightly for air as your noses brushed lightly. Sirius' own heavy breaths tickling your face as your foreheads leaned together. 

"I-I t-think I love you too Sirius." You fumbled lightly with your words. 

He simply responded by reconnecting your lips in a desperate kiss, savoring the metallic taste of blood mixed with the sharpness of alcohol. You tasted like a sin, his tongue dancing across your lips before they opened allowing it to slip inside. 

When you finally pulled away for the second time. You looked into his glassy storm filled eyes brushing his cheek gently with your thumb. 

"I need you." You whispered quietly into the night. And for the first time in a long time you felt loved.

Part 2

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Hi! I love your poly!marauders writing! Could I request some poly!marauders x reader with some angst? Maybe they get jealous of another classmate spending time with her or have been leaving her out? And it just leads to some arguing and reader just being super upset. But then of course things work out and have a fluffy ending. Thank you!

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a/n: Hi! Thank you so much, darling! I definitely wrote this a little different in the sense that there’s really no argument, just the reader kind of spilling out her emotions and the Marauders comforting her. This was much longer than I intended, but I hope that you enjoy it! I would love love love more Marauders content once requests open back up as well as any feedback!

pairing: Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

warnings: mentions of anxiety, anxious habits, angsty situation, hurt feelings, crying, being comforted, sadness, fixation on negative thoughts, mentions of cat-calling, (let me know if I missed anything!!)

word count: 3.4k (not my gif below!)

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Walking through the doors of the Great Hall entrance for breakfast, you couldn’t help but feel the slight angst feeling of loneliness creep over you as you weren’t walking in with your three boyfriends as you usually would. They had been planning a multitude of pranks for the last couple of days on some Slytherin boys which had cat-called you in the halls at nearly every opportunity they got. Upon finding out about it as you had nearly cried with uncomfortability the moment you reached their dorm that evening, the boys made it their personal mission to unleash an array of pranks on the young Slytherins.

Though you appreciated the thoughtfulness of their antics, you couldn’t help but feel left out as they didn’t invite you along with them as they pulled their pranks. You didn’t think it was an intentional decision to leave you out, the racing thoughts in the back of your mind told you otherwise. Not being able to bring yourself to just invite yourself to their sneaky plans, you ended up being by yourself for the majority of these last couple of days with the exception of the aftermath from their pranks which also resulted in you being left out of the jokes and events in which had taken place. You tried your best to not let things get under your skin as you thought about how the boys wouldn’t purposefully give you the cold shoulder, but the self-conscious thoughts couldn’t be contained as they overwhelmed your mind.

Sitting down at the Gryffindor table next to Lily and Marlene, they couldn’t help but notice your lack of initiative to eat as you pick at your food from your position across from them.

“You alright, Y/n/n?” Lily asks, bringing her cup up to take a drink of the sweet pumpkin juice filling it.

“Yeah, I’m alright. Just kinda missing the boys, that’s all,” you mumble while not bothering to look up from your lingering gaze of the food on your plate.

“Seems it is unusually quiet this morning. Where’d those blokes run off to?” Marlene chimes in, gradually bringing the array of breakfast foods to her lips.

“I’m not sure,” you say quietly as you come to the realization that they hadn’t tried to even tell you where they were all morning. Feeling the sadness creeping back to the forefront of your mind, you bite the inside of your lip, trying to contain the salty tears that are begging to pool behind your lash line.

“Well, let’s go find em then, yeah?” Marlene quips, immediately noticing your disposition as you answered her previous question.

“It’s alright. I’ll see em later after my first couple of classes,” you reassure, feeling sudden embarrassment creep up on the apples of your cheeks as you realize the feelings coming to get the better of you in a more public setting.

Finishing nothing more than a couple of bites of your breakfast, you give your friends the warmest goodbye you can muster before trudging along to your first class. Though you were destined to be early at the time in which you arrived, you felt as if it might make you feel better to have some quiet time to yourself in the emptiness of the classroom.

As the day continued and your next few classes went by, which unfortunately didn’t consist of any of your boyfriends, you found the thoughts of abandonment becoming more and more prominent in your train of thought. Though you went through periods of relaxed waves where you felt as if your ideas were nothing more than nonsense, those waves eventually crashed down to remind you that you still hadn’t seen or heard from any of the boys today. They were busy executing their last bit of pranks today, however, they typically made time to at least walk you to class or have a quick chat with you in the hallways. That reminder continuously popped up as you tried to ease your panicked thoughts of anguish, overall sending you through a spiral of doubt as you emerged into the Great Hall alone, again.

This time, you spotted your friends sitting across from all three of your boyfriends as you walked into the room. Though you were relieved to see their smiling faces as you had missed them so dearly throughout the last couple of days, those feelings of abandonment and being unwanted pummeled you almost immediately. They looked so happy and content despite your lack of presence, almost as if your absence had little to no effect on them. You felt a piece of your heart crack at the sight before spinning on your heels to walk immediately back out of the doors. You’d done so well in keeping in your emotions all day, however, the tsunami of hurt consumed every rational thought you had in your mind as the salty tears spilled onto the hills of your cheeks. Fervently sprinting back to the solace of your room, you spent the entirety of your designated lunch hour huddled beneath the warmth and safety of your maroon Gryffindor quilt on your bed. Did they really even care? Maybe they’d be better off if you weren’t even around them anymore. These thoughts plagued any sort of rational joy inside your mind as you heaved into the soft silk of your pillowcase. As a puddle of tears absorbed into the cloth, you sat up in an attempt to clean yourself up before you had to head out for your next class.

After fixing up your makeup and unswelling your puffy face with the coolness of a damp washcloth, you grab your things before walking to your class which you seemingly shared with James. Walking into the room with a majority of the other students, you scan the small crowd to see if your boyfriend had arrived yet. Upon spotting his floppy hair of curls, your soft smile is swiftly turned upside down as you see him chatting with a small Hufflepuff girl a table away from your designated seats. While you could visibly see that they were chatting about the upcoming essay due tomorrow, as you watched her motion towards the scribbles of ink in her hands, the gloomy part of your mind immediately filled your heart with rage and jealousy as it cracked even further.

Collecting yourself in small deep breaths, you walk on the opposite pathway to make your way over to your designated chair next to James’. As he was too busy helping the girl with some correction on her essay, the bespectacled boy failed to see you walk in before class had begun. Making his way to his seat as McGonagall entered the room at a swift pace, James’ eyes land on your seated figure.

“Hey, poppet! Where’d you run off to during lunch? Haven’t seen you all day,” he remarks quietly, gently pulling you in with an arm draped around your shoulder to press a series of small pecks to the top of your head.

Though you felt the warmth of admiration in the pit of your stomach at his sweet tone and kind gesture, it was quickly overcome by the feelings of sorrow once more at the last remark. ‘Haven’t seen you all day' well, of course, he hadn’t. None of them even bothered to say good morning, let alone bother to see you during lunch.

“I was working on the Transfiguration essay. Just wanted to get it out of the way,” you half-heartedly lie, not yet bothering to make eye contact with the boy. Though you had reviewed your essay today, it was entirely finished just the night before as James had even reviewed it for you to double-check for mistakes. However, that memory slipped your mind as the lie came out of your mouth.

With a set of innocently furrowed brows, James tilts his head to the side a bit to look at you from a better angle, “Thought we finished that up last night?” he somewhat asks while keeping his gaze on you.

Immediately realizing your error, you quickly think of something off of the top of your head in an attempt to keep your cover of the reality of your lunch activities.

“We did. I just didn’t feel entirely confident in it, I guess. Just made a few tweaks to it,” you respond, keeping your gaze on the now open textbook in front of you.

Though your answer didn’t sit right in the pit of his stomach, James decided to drop the subject as you clearly didn’t want to talk about it any longer. Nodding his head slightly, he brings the arm draped around your shoulders to gently rest on your thigh while rubbing it with the pad of his thumb for nearly the entire period.

At the end of the class, James takes your hand into his before walking with you through the halls to your last class of the day. Gently rubbing the back of your hand just as he’d done with your thigh earlier, he can practically feel the sorrow seeping through your body. While he was sure of your sadness, he couldn’t quite put his finger on the origin. That said, he drops you off at your last class of the day with a tender kiss on your forehead before bidding you a good class period. Though he wanted to acknowledge the utter sadness lurking around you, he didn’t want to distract you from your last studies of the day.

Your last class droned on and on as your racing thoughts had your mind elsewhere throughout the entirety of the lecture. Barely taking any notes for the period, you stare mindlessly at the blank page in front of you and before you know it, Slughorn has dismissed your class for the day. Packing your untouched things back into your bag, you make your way for the door. Though you typically just met the boys at their dorm towards the end of the day, you were thrown off to see three sets of eyes consumed with worry staring down at you as you walked out of the door. Jumping slightly at their sudden presence, your eyes dart back from each of their three faces before speaking.

“Oh, hi?” you greet, somewhat questioning their presence.

“We wanted to come and walk with you. Missed you today, puppy,” Sirius chimes, taking your smaller hand into his own before guiding you down the crowded corridor.

“Missed you,” you half-heartedly say as you feel yet another crack tear through the fragileness of your heart.

Immediately noticing your tone, a bewildered look encompasses Remus’ face as he walks behind you and Sirius with his hand locked with James’. As the four of you walk, almost silently, back to the comfort of their dorm, you’re met with dead silence as the door closes behind the four of you.

Clearing his throat slightly before taking a deep breath, Remus is the first to break the silence amongst the four of you, “Didn’t see you today at lunch. Did you get a chance to eat?” the auburn-haired boy questions, peering down at your sulky position now sitting on the edge of his bed.

“I wasn’t super hungry. Was too focused on my essay,” you reply, attempting to stick to the previous lie you’d told James earlier as you were positive he had mentioned something to the other two boys.

“Shouldn’t be missing meals, bunny. You know better,” Remus lightly scolds, sharing a look between the other two boys as you go utterly silent in an attempt to keep your emotions from flooding out.

Little did you know, but you appeared a child who’d just been scolded as you held your head down to shield the vulnerable tears puddled against your lash line. Not being able to say anything in response, you fiddled with the fingers in your lap as you subtly picked at the thick skin around your thumbs; an anxious habit in which you’ve never been able to knack. You wanted nothing more than to just shrink away to the comfortability of your own room at that moment. Noticing the small movement of your fingers, Sirius slowly makes his way to sit on the edge of the bed beside you before encompassing your torn to shred fingers in his own. Attempting to shield you from yourself, he wrapped both of his hands around yours, tilting his head down to try and catch a glimpse at your face.

“Why are you doing that, hmm? What’s going on?” he raven-haired boy urges before taking notice of your clenched-up jaw with a couple of tears that were subtly streaming down your face.

“Oh now you care,” you spit just above a whisper before practically ripping your hand away from his before getting up to march across the room. You didn’t quite know where you were wanting to go, but you knew it was anywhere but here. As you grab your bag to try and escape the topic of your deeply hurt feelings, Remus moves in front of the door to swiftly block your exit.

“Uh uh,” he says, peering down at you with crossed arms.

As you wait for him to move out of your way, you let out a deep breath as you realize that he’s firm in his place. Looking up at him with glossy eyes full of anguish, Remus’ jaw relaxes before he moves his hands to try and subtly encompass you in his arms.

“Bunny, what’s the matter?” Remus asks, moving to pull you into him.

You can’t keep up your angry visage much longer as you hear the sincerity in his tone. At the genuinity in his eyes, you feel the coil break inside of you as tears begin to openly stream down your face. In an attempt to try and explain your feelings, you can’t help but babble out pure nonsense as your chest heaves with the sweet release of all of the hurt you’d bottled up these last couple of days. Pulling you into his protruding warmth, Remus uses a large scarred hand to rub your back while the other cradles your head into his chest. You cling to the lycanthrope as your smaller fists ball up small patches of the sweater encompassing his body. Sharing another look with the other boys, they each slightly shake their heads as they all can’t seem to understand the extent of your sorrows.

After a couple of minutes of continuous sobs, Remus gently pulls you away from him to lead you over to the bed. Sitting down on the edge of it, he guides you to stand between the length of his legs.

“Y-you guys ignored me all w-week. Didn’t even wanna see me or hang out with me. Didn’t even care if I was alone for meals, or if I wasn’t at lunch, or if I just utterly disappeared. I missed you three so much and you didn’t even care!” you continue to spew nothingness rambles out as each of their eyes widen slightly before relaxing into expressions of guilt, “Started to think that you didn’t even want to be with me. You lot look so happy just by yourselves,” you sob out finally before coming to hide your face in the palms of your hands.

Letting you heave for a second to get out the anger and frustration that had been building up within you, Sirius and James slowly make their way over to the edge of the bed in which Remus is sitting with you between his legs. Moving out to gently pull your hands away from your face, Remus guides you to sit sideways in his lap so they could all talk to you properly.

“Y/n/n, how could we not want to be with you, huh?” Sirius chimes in from his position right next to Remus. Taking a hand to gently glide it up and down the smoothness of your ankle, he looks to your tear-stained face for acknowledgment. Flicking your eyes towards his at the sound of his voice, you let out a few more sobs as you feel your face scrunch up with every heave.

“We wouldn’t trade you for the world,” he begins, scanning your face for any sight of relaxation, “We didn’t mean to make you feel neglected. Just got so caught up with all the pranks, I guess,” Sirius continues as his face subtly drops to an expression of remorse. Though he’s not the best with words, you could feel a small sense of relief blooming in the midst of your hurt.

Rubbing a soothing hand against your bare thighs, Remus presses a gentle kiss to the top of your head as you find yourself relaxing against his chest. Still sniffling and eventually hiccuping from all of your cries, your gaze turns to James as he pipes up his own small speech.

“Really, poppet. We didn’t mean to hurt your feelings or make you feel unwanted,” the bespectacled boy started before moving slightly from his standing position to wipe the tears off of the side of your face before squatting down next to your position on Remus’ lap, “We’ve missed you all day. Kept bugging Lily nearly every class period to figure out where you were running off to,” he continues.

“Really? Looked just fine at lunch to me,” you slightly interrupt, following your question with a small hiccup.

“We were talking about you nearly the whole time, darling,” James laughs, recalling the conversations from lunch.

“Oh, so you were laughing about me,” you say, your face almost immediately scrunching up into a sense of hurt once more.

Feeling the vibrations of his brooding laugh erupting from his chest, Remus chuckles slightly before continuing to rub your thigh, “No, bunny. We weren’t laughing at you. We were talking about what your face was going to look like once we were finished with those Slytherin boys this evening,” the lycanthrope admits, peering down at you.

Looking up to meet his gaze, you feel a few more tears fall down the sides of your cheeks before turning your gaze to dart back and forth from all three of them, “What do you mean when you’re finished with them?” you question, excitement slightly coming through the cloud of sadness.

“We planned one last big prank for em later tonight. It was gonna be a surprise, but we’re gonna take you down there with us so you can see it,” Sirius pipes up from his position next to Remus.

“Really?” you meekly question, feeling the endless stream of tears coming to an end.

“Really,” Remus answers, pressing another kiss to the top of your head, “I promise that we never had any intention of hurting you, bunny. I’m so sorry that we made you so sad. I wish next time you feel this way that you come to talk to us, so we can fix it sooner, yeah?” he reassures, gaining a collection of ‘yes’ and agreements from the other two boys.

Nodding your head in response, you sniffle a bit before explaining your thought process to the boys, “I will. I just didn’t want to bother you guys with all the stupid bloody emotions,” you admit, letting your head somewhat hide in its previous position on Remus’ chest.

“Your feelings aren’t stupid, Y/n/n. We need to know if we’ve ever done something to hurt them. Don’t want you feeling so sad,” Remus reassures once more, successfully calming you down from your previous state.

You nod your head again, muttering a final apology for the delivery of your feelings before pressing a sweet kiss to Remus’ jugular and giving Sirius and James’ hands a couple of squeezes in reassurance. Soon the four of you are chatting about the details in regards to the finale of pranks coming forth tonight. As the boys eagerly fill you in on the details of everything, you mewl into Remus’ tender touches against your leg while subtly nuzzling closer into him. You’d missed the feeling of their grasps and the excitement of their utterly insane ideas so much so that you were relishing in all of it at that moment. You finally had your boys back and that previous feeling of hurt had quickly turned into blooms of admiration as you basked in the loving ambiance surrounding the four of you.

WHY THE LAST SENTENCE WHYY

somewhere i can’t follow

pairing/s; ron weasley x gn!reader

warning/s; mentions of death and blood

word count; -1k

summary; war does not discriminate.

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

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

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

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

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Let us go || s.b x r.l x j.p x fem!reader

Pairing: Sirius Black, Remus lupin, James potter and Fem reader.

Summary: you were dating the marauders but they broke it off because they were afraid to settle down with someone. You were still in love with them though but you knew you had to let them go.

Warnings: angst, a little fluff, mention of suicide, mention of not eating, self harm, death of character, overall just sadness. Marauders doesn’t know about your depression. Asshole Remus and Sirius. (No Remus or Sirius slander, I love them). SAD ENDING!!!!

A/N: i know this is bad but I rlly wanted to write this thought down. I’ll maybe rewrite it in future.

“But w-why?” you sobbed as you stared at your boyfriends—more like ex boyfriends now, “You don’t want me?”

Remus sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw as he stared at you with a hard gaze that he promised to never use on you.

“Listen, we’re sorry but we got bored.” Sirius spoke up from his position on the bed of his dorm room.

You sniffled, looking towards James as he was the softest one in the relationship.

He looked away, eyes sad as he cleared his throat and nodded in agreement.

Your heart broke as your eyes jumped to each of them, looking for any signs of guilt or regret.

When you found none, you nodded and grabbed your books, rushing out of the room.

James stared longingly at the door you just ran out and he shook his head falling onto his dorm bed.

“It’s for the best mate,” Remus quipped, “She was holding us away from fucking a new person every night.”

“But we fuckin’ loved her,” James argued, “If you really loved her, you wouldn’t care about fuckin’ other people.”

“Just leave it, Prongs.” Sirius snapped, eyes fluttering closed as he sighed.

You sobbed the whole way back to your dorm, ignoring the worried gaze of some of your housemates.

Reaching your dorm, you fell onto your bed, crying as you replayed their words in your head.

We got bored.

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A few days later, you made no show to most of your classes, or to breakfast—or any meal of the day.

You relapsed into your hold habits of not eating when you were sad.

You thought maybe you weren’t pretty enough for them and tried making you look better, so you skipped meals.

You only went to classes you had without any of them and you would run the other direction when you saw them in the hallways, chatting up with other girls.

They noticed the way you would tense when they were near. It made them frown but they shook it off, ignoring the pain in their hearts.

James would search for you every morning and in every class you guys shared and frowned when he didn’t see you.

The metal blade touched your belly and you gave a sad smile to yourself in the mirror.

“Maybe they’ll love me if I’m prettier,” you sobbed, running the knife across your stomach, watching as blood fell out.

You couldn’t feel the pain and tried again, lowering the blade to a clean area and ran it through your skin.

You hissed lightly at the pain but loved the feeling.

You sat in the shower, thinking why everyone you loved hurt you.

Remus, Sirius and James made you happy, they made you believe that you could find happiness beyond your parents neglectfulness.

That you could be happy even though you were scarred for life with pain caused by those you loved.

But then they were the ones who tested your limits, the ones who pushed you over the edge.

You couldn’t stop now.

You missed out weeks of food. New scars littered your body. Roommates moving out because of the mess you leave.

You never spoke to anyone, you were invisible without the boys.

“Where is she?” James panicked, “She didn’t show up for dinner in the past 2 weeks. And she doesn’t have friends to bring her food.”

Sirius frowned at that, “She probably gets it when everyone is gone?”

Remus sighed, lifting his head from the book he was reading, “Shut up about Y/N, I miss her, yeah but doesn’t mean you have to bring her up all the time.”

“You miss her?” James asked, eyes wide, “How do you think we feel? She doesn’t show up to class or to eat, are you not worried?”

Sirius nodded, “We are but hey at least we got new chicks to bang.”

“There are no new chicks to me. I didn’t go fuckin’ whoring around after breaking Y/N’s heart.” James snapped, pushing the tray of food away.

“Really mate? I sent all the hot chicks to you,” Remus complained.

You lied on the floor, blood running down your arms and stomach, your breathing rapid as you cried.

“Help!” you screamed but it came out as a whisper.

You didn’t mean to go this far, you didn’t mean to hurt yourself so much but you couldn’t help it.

You saw Remus with another girl, you saw Sirius making out with another girl.

And worst, you saw James smiling at another girl that wasn’t you.

They all promised you were the one, but aren’t promises made to be broken?

“P-please help me,” you sobbed as you tried moving but froze in pain.

The bathroom floor was filled with blood, your clothes drenched with red and your tears.

You knew it was the end when you felt your breathing get slower and the way your eyes drooped closed.

Maybe they’ll be happier without me, you thought as you closed your eyes, your breathing stopping.

Your lifeless body was on the ground of your bathroom, blood around you and open scars littering your body.

The sight was heartbreaking.

“Something feels wrong,” James murmured, yawning as he walked into his shared dorm.

His eyes were swollen from lack of sleep, body sore from pacing all the time.

Sirius looked at his best friend, “What now? The chick you banged didn’t like it rough?”

Remus chuckled, running a hand through his hair.

“Shut the fuck up,” James snapped and then his eyes went wide, “Today is Y/N’s birthday!”

Sirius sat up at the mention of your name, his heart racing as the image of you entered his mind.

Remus clenched his jaw, trying not to remember the way your face looked when he broke your heart.

“So?” Remus forced out, avoiding eye contact with his friends.

“So?! We have to wish her! You know how sad she gets when people forget her birthday! She doesn’t have any friends to wish her, so we should,” James said, grabbing his wand from his bed.

“Why us? We broke her sad little heart,” Sirius said, smirking slightly.

“Fine, if you won’t go, then I will.” James glared.

He left the room, slamming the door shut as he made his way towards your dorm.

Remus sighed, grabbing Sirius and following behind closely, knocking James’s shoulder when he caught him smiling slightly.

Your body still lie on the floor many hours later, nobody came knocking or looking for you.

Sirius pounded on your door with his fist, fidgeting nervously.

Remus grabbed the collar of his shirt and made it perfect and sighed as he waited for your pretty smile to answer the door.

James frowned, his heart clenching as he felt something stir in him.

He knocked on the door again, “Puppy? It’s us.”

He used the nickname you loved unintentionally but he didn’t correct himself, too worried about why you weren’t answering.

“Fuck it,” Remus cursed and kicked the door to your dorm open, too eager to meet you again.

He frowned when he saw the mess, blankets and clothes on the floor. Textbooks laying on your bed unused.

“Wow,” Sirius mumbled, sad eyes taking in every inch of your room.

“G-guys!” They heard the heartbroken voice of James come from your bathroom.

They rushed towards it, freezing as they stood beside James with wide eyes.

They caught sight of your bloody body, your skin pale and lips a swollen blue.

Remus breathed heavily as he rushed towards you, kneeling down and grabbing your head so it sat on his lap.

“Y/N?” he shakily called, stroking your hair, “Baby, wake up.”

Sirius looked away to hide the tears that filled his eyes at the sight of your body on the floor.

James fell to the ground, crawling over to you and held your cold hand in his, kissing it in hopes that you woke up.

“Love, open those pretty eyes for us.” Remus begged, his voice coming out as a whisper.

“S-she killed herself,” James spoke, eyes wide in horror, “It’s our fault. We hurt her, so she took her life.”

Sirius covered his ears as he heard that, clenching his eyes shut to get rid of the image of his lover dead out of his mind.

“No—“ Remus gasped, “No, no, no.”

They couldn’t believe it—that you were dead. Your body lifeless on the cold ground, face cradled by those you once called yours.

Yes.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Darling-” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Bullshit. Because she came to us crying.” 

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

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

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

“So good, dove. Best ever.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Daddy’s mad.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“No, baby.” 

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

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

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

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

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

And then it’s two. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can we go to bed in your bed now?” 

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

“Yes, baby. Of course, we can.” 

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

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

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

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

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disclaimer: the whole of this post contains porn links. watch at your own discretion.

ii. videos that are less than 20 seconds will be noted accordingly.

iii. kinks/content in videos will be noted accordingly.

iiii. marauders era + golden era characters included; men and women included.

iv. approximately ninety-seven (97) links have been used in this post.

❀ MARAUDERS ERA ❀

Remus Lupin

tail butt plug + fucking

oral, fingering, squirting + fucking

bunny butt plug + fucking

fucking professor!remus + size kink

anal w/ soft!dom!remus + restraints

professor!remus checking out your "pretty pussy”

professor!remus rubbing one out for you in the bath

professor!remus fingering you under the table during a tutoring session in the library

remus toying with your panties [16 sec]

double penetration; vaginal sex + dildo [14 sec]

eating you out

James Potter

tit worship

mutual masturbation

sweet hand stuff

james playing with your pussy + facesitting

dom!james fingering + teasing

teasing

cowgirl + sub!james sucking your tits

sub!james being needy; hand job + fucking

dad’s best friend!james fingering you in his car

sub!james sleepily eating you out

sub!james eating you out blindfolded

“cuddling”; fingering

Sirius Black

cumming in your mouth

slow fucking + tummy bulge

face slap + choking while fucking [3 sec]

anal + cumming + size kink

slapping + choking + hair pulling w/ tattooed!sirius

spitting + oral (male!receiving)

spanking + degradation

Regulus Black

fucking your ass with a butt plug

riding + skirt & breeding kink

soft make-out session that leads to a bit more

choking + breeding kink

Jily

fucking lily while james watches

pt.2 fucking lily with a vibrator

Wolfstar

hard!dom!remus throat fucking you while hard!dom!sirius slaps your tits

Marauders

tail end of getting gang banged, and one of them is finishing inside you [14 sec]

Lucius Malfoy

anal + fingering [3 sec]

rough sex

humiliation + spanking + fingering

rough sex + spanking

Narcissa Malfoy

mommy dom + strap

young!narcissa + fucking for the first time

she uses a vibrator on you

fingering + finger sucking

narcissa's in love with the way your ass feels in her hands

naked makeout sesh <3 [10 sec]

❀ GOLDEN ERA ❀

Draco Malfoy

shower handjob

tit worship

fucking you in doggy, and he can’t get his eyes off ur asshole

fucking you from behind + light hair pulling + light slapping + hands around your neck (no choking)

draco eating you out

punishment; spanking + fingering

mutual masturbation

Theo Nott

riding + titty sucking

fucking you standing up + restraints

soft sex

rough fingering + a little bit of oral (male!receiving)

Blaise Zabini

throat fucking

soft sex

fucking you in the club's bathroom

riding him + spanking

Fred Weasley

rough fucking + slight manhandling

blindfolded + oral (fem!receiving)

overstim; fingering

fingering + oral (fem!receiving)

George Weasley

sideways sex

jerking him off [15 sec]

hitting it from behind

thigh riding + tail butt plug

sub!george + playing with his cock

Ron Weasley

sucking him off + face slapping

fucking you from behind + one (1) spanking [13 sec]

innocence kink + teasing + slow sex

eating you out

edging sub!ron

Harry Potter

reverse cowgirl + outdoor sex

harry cumming inside you

sub!harry + cum play + overstim + vaginal sex

sub!harry eating you out

pegging

Neville Longbottom

switch!neville eating you out

sitting on his face

starts out soft, ends rough; vaginal sex

Ginny Weasley

overstim; fingering + thigh-slapping

double-sided dildo

using the same vibrator on the two of you + grinding

teasing + playing w/ ur pussy

Hermione Granger

eating her out

fingering + eating out sub!hermione

fingering her

riding her strap

she's fingering you

Pansy Parkinson

hard!dom!pansy + rough fingering

fingering you

dom!pansy + strap + spanking pt.2

dom!pansy + light choking + light tit play + playing w/ ur pussy

ughhhhhhh 

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This story, like the rest, contains NSFW themes. If you don't like that, don't read it :)

This story features dirty talk, degradation, scissoring, fingering, oral (both giving and receiving.) I think that's it? I don't know how to tag. Yall should know this by now.

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"We should take this back to my place," Jennifer said, voice smeared with seduction. Her lips were brushing against the shell of (Y/N)'s ear, the warmth of her breath hitting her skin caused shivers to run up and down (Y/N)'S body.

" 'Cause I really want you, baby girl..." (Y/N)'s breath hitches in the back of her throat and Jennifer notices her reaction immediately and her lips tug at the corner of her cheeks, the smile transforming into a sly smirk as she tilts her head to the side, tongue lightly brushing across her bottom lip before she spoke up again. "You okay, princess?" Jennifer purred, fluttering her eyelashes at (Y/N) as she waited for a response. "I'm fine." (Y/N) lied, giving Jennifer a false smile before she reached over, fingers curling around the half empty glass of alcohol beside her before she's pouring the liquid down her throat, grimacing slightly as the burn spreads through her body, causing her body to grow warm.

(More warmer than how she was feeling, which somehow was possible.) "So? What's the answer? You going to come or not?" Jennifer questioned, the smirk across her face seemed to only grow wider. She knew exactly what kind of affect she was having on the younger girl and she was loving every single second of it.

'I am going to be coming. Maybe not in the way you're thinking, though.... or I hope in the way you're thinking..' (Y/N) thought to herself. Instead of answering, (Y/N) bites her bottom lip before mumbling out, "Yeah, let's go." She reached over then, taking Jennifer's hand with her own. They laced their fingers together and pushed through the crowd of people, making their way outside and motioned over a taxi that was nearby. Quickly, they got inside of the vehicle once it came over and gave the driver directions to Jennifer's apartment. The driver nodded as he typed the address into his phone.

He glances both ways before heading out onto the road, the bar that was Melody Lane slowly disappearing into the background until it was out of their perspective.

All that was left behind was nothing but deep and thick fog in its' place. The car ride was silent but (Y/N) was pretty positive she wasn't the only one whose mind was flooding with curiosity. She was also quite sure her panties were flooding with arousal, too.

She shifted slightly, giving Jennifer an almost shy smile when the black haired girl turned to her, giving her a questioning look. (Although, (Y/N) knew better. She knew damn fucking well Jennifer understood why (Y/N) was being so fidgety. She was acting innocent, sure, but Jennifer Check was far from 'innocent'.) The air was full of sexual tension and heavy breathing. From the bar to her apartment complex, it seemed like an entirety to get there. The fidgeting only seemed to grow worse, the dampness in (Y/N)'s underwear only grew heavier, wetter.

It didn't help Jennifer was now continuously stealing glances every so often in (Y/N)'s direction while biting her lower lip and moving her hair out of the way to reveal her cleavage.

Through the thin layer of cloth, (Y/N) noted that her nipples were round and hard, almost as if they were begging to be touched.

(Y/N) reached forward only slightly but dismissed herself and sat on her hands instead, keeping her hands to herself. She wanted her so badly. (Y/N) wanted to feel her lips and taste the flavor of her Chapstick onto hers.

Of course, she also wanted to see how Jennifer would act when she'd crawl down in between her thighs and flicked her tongue against her clit...

Her legs would be separated on either side of her, mouth parted as breathless moans flood from her lips.

She'd beg an infinite amount of times, weeping, moaning and whining, all for (Y/N) to hurry along with it. And once (Y/N) finally shoved her face into the part that Jennifer needed her the most at, Jennifer would gasp and squeal, bucking her hips forward as she'd ride (Y/N)'s tongue, her whimpers turning into silent screams as she'd chant (Y/N)'s name, over and over again until she finally let loose and released herself all over (Y/N)'s face and down her mouth. (Y/N) pictured it so well, as if it was already happening. Goddammit.... how fucking long was Jennifer's apartment from Melody Lane?! Surely, it didn't take that damn long, does it? If she could have, (Y/N) would have pushed Jennifer in the back of the cab, pinning her down against the faux leather seats and had her way with her, right then and there.

However, there'd be more space in her apartment than in the back of a taxi cab.

So, (Y/N) decided against that decision. Plus, having sex in the back of a vehicle wasn't thrilling to her. (Okay, maybe a little bit.... but she still wanted to give Jennifer the time of her life and by doing so, she believed it'd be best to do it at her flat.) If she could, (Y/N) would have already pushed her in the back of the cab and had her way with her right then and there.

However, there would be more room at her flat and in her apartment so (Y/N) decided against that.

Jennifer and (Y/N) are quick to get out their wallets and hand him $20 each, not caring that the ride itself was only $12.

The two girls thank him before opening the doors and scattering out of the car.

Rushing up the building stairs and into the main entrance of the apartment, they're quick to fly up the staircase and storm to her room. Each step that she took, the wetter (Y/N) was getting, she could feel the wetness slipping out from her underwear and sliding down her thighs. She had to have her. Make her moan. Taste Jennifer on her tongue. Make her cum.... again and again, over and over. As soon as she unlocked the door, (Y/N) pushed her up against the wall, inning her arms above her head, too. (Y/N) couldn't wait another fucking second. Shutting the door behind her with the end of her foot, (Y/N) then smashed her lips onto Jennifer's once they're inside her flat.

A throaty moan escapes the back of (Y/N)'s throat as Jennifer's hands had found their way down into her jeans and through her panties, her fingers circling over (Y/N)'s throbbing clit.

"Already so wet for me......" She cooed, her index finger curls over to collect a dime sized amount of wetness from (Y/N)'s cunt before she's putting said finger into her mouth, sucking on her digit as she sighs deeply, fluttering her eyes closed at the taste that floods in her mouth. "You taste so fucking good, baby... Here, have a try." Jennifer rubs her thumb over (Y/N)'s core again, collecting more of her arousal before she's placing her finger inside of (Y/N)'s mouth, parting her lips open and slides her index down her tongue, watching the way the juices drip down from her tongue, pooling at her chin.

"Lick it up, baby. Want to see you taste yourself. How do I know you're going to be good at eating my pussy if you don't enjoy your own cunt?" She teased with an arched eyebrow. "You do want to eat my pretty pussy out, don't you? If not, well.... that's a first. I have men and women lined up, just to get a taste of what's in between my thighs. You should be, oh, so lucky to have me here —" Jennifer's rambling comes to a pause due to (Y/N) pushing her down against the couch, like earlier, she pins her arms above her head. "Shut up, would you? Or do I have to quiet you myself?" Jennifer's eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief and a smirk painted across her lips. She wets her mouth before humming in reply, bucking her hips upward, her clothed cunt hitting against (Y/N)'s thigh. "Do your worst." She replied. (Y/N) was quick to stand to her feet and strip out of her jeans — which were way too fucking tight, she made a mental note to get jeans that aren't so skinny next time she's around Jennifer and the two wish to fool around — once they're off completely, as well as her underwear, she straddles Jennifer's face and sinks herself right onto her mouth, forcing Jennifer to eat her out.

"How do I know you're good at eating pussy, hm?" (Y/N) echoed, copy-catting what Jennifer had said. "Eat it like you mean it, you slut. You wanted a good time, didn't you, hm? Then please me first and maybe, just maybe, I'll do the same for you." (Y/N) spat before she slowly began to rock her hips back and forth, a longing satisfied sigh trailing off of her tongue as she feels Jennifer beginning to use her own mouth against her heat and soaking core. "That's it...." (Y/N) purred, her hand falling down as her fingers meet with Jennifer's long, tangle-freed black hair, fingers curling around the strands as she gropes it tightly in her fist. "Such a good girl for me, aren't you? Always so willing to please and pleasure.... Eat my pussy, babe, want to feel your tongue everywhere, deep inside me.... I want to feel you sucking on my clit... Supposedly, you're good at sucking dick... Wanna see if that's true when it comes to my clit." Jennifer nodded and mewled against (Y/N), sending a small wave of vibrations against her core, thus causing (Y/N) to moan in reply.

"Fuck.... such a good whore, aren't you, Check? You like having your face buried between my pussy, huh? Oh.... that's right, you can't say anything. Mouth's a bit too busy at the moment, isn't it?" (Y/N) giggled as she swayed her hips back and forth, her moans getting heavier and lower as Jennifer guides her tongue back and forth; up and down ; left and right, doing exactly as (Y/N) had told her to do. (Like the good whore she was.) Jennifer was a little taken back at how quickly the roles were reversed, her being the submissive and (Y/N) being the dominate. She wasn't going to lie, she wasn't used to this.

She was expecting to play the dominate role, especially with the way (Y/N) was acting earlier at the bar but now, here she was, suffocating in between the thighs of her long lasting childhood crush, (Y/N) (L/N).

Besides Needy, (Y/N) was Jennifer's best friend. The two had met not long after Needy and Jennifer had. Needy held a birthday party when she was younger and besides Jennifer, (Y/N) was the only one who showed up. "Who are you?" asked Jennifer with a frown on her face, arms crossed over her chest as she gave a questioning look to the girl. "I'm (Y/N). I'm Needy's neighbor," the girl explained, giving Jennifer a toothless grin as she reached her arm out. "You're Jennifer, right? Needy's told me lots about you." "Needy's never said a word about you," Jennifer said in a matter of fact tone. Needy, who was in the middle of them both, sighed and shook her head. "My Mom said to play nice, Jennifer... (Y/N)'s a good friend, I promise." "Promise. I don't bite." (Y/N) reassured. "Besides, I brought cupcakes and cookies! Needy told me your favorites were chocolate chip and peanut butter..... so I begged my Mom to let me buy them for the party." "Well, duh! Everybody likes those kinds of cookies.... you'd be weird if you didn't." Jennifer said, once again in a matter of fact tone. She did not like the fact Needy had another best friend. Jennifer was her best friend and Needy was Jennifer's best friend! That's just the way it worked. You couldn't have multiple best friends... could you? (Y/N) giggled and shook her head. "You're silly, Jennifer. C'mon, let's go get some snacks and juice." Needy nodded in agreement and off they went to eat snacks and fill themselves up on sugary treats and boxes of apple juice. "Here," Needy said once the night had ended. She handed (Y/N) a bracelet and Jennifer one that matched (Y/N)'s. "Their friendship bracelets. They match mine, too." Needy helped up hers, proving to the two all three of their bracelets matched all together. "So, we'll always be the best of friends. No matter what." (Y/N) grinned from ear to ear, happiness blossoming across her face as she smiled widely. She then pulled Needy and Jennifer to her, pulling them into a big group hug. "Best friends, no matter what!"

After Needy started dating Chip, Jennifer and (Y/N) got closer. Jennifer was still a little bit unsure how she felt towards (Y/N) but (Y/N) had always been nothing but nice and kind, even when Jennifer would say rude things about her appearance.

Even when Jennifer would clearly stand (Y/N) up at the movies or an event that the two planned together. (Y/N) was always forgiving. No matter what. It was so... easy to control and take advantage of (Y/N) and toy around with her heart and her feelings. This is why she thought she'd be the dominate role tonight. After years of constant torture and hateful comments, Jennifer suspected she'd play that role and continue with that behavior.

She couldn't be more wrong. But.... she couldn't be more happy, either, with the way everything was playing out. Jennifer realized a few years earlier how much she truly enjoyed teasing and taunting (Y/N). She's a bitch, everyone — herself included — knew that. Jennifer Check was a total asshole, she owned that title. Everyone knew this. However, the more she had hung out with (Y/N), the more she realized she was only playing that character to see how far she could go pushing the girl's buttons until she broke and gave Jennifer all the Hell that she had given from the very beginning.

Tonight, so it would seem, was the day that (Y/N) took charge completely. And honestly? Jennifer was fine with that. "Hey," came (Y/N)'s voice, the grip on Jennifer's hair got tighter, bringing Jennifer back onto earth and away from her thoughts.

"Who said you could stop? Continue eating me, you bitch. I never said you could quit. You're going to continue eating this pussy out until I cum all over your face and down your throat, understand, baby?" Jennifer whined, loving the way (Y/N) was talking to her. She deserved every ounce of degradation. She deserved to be talked so lowly, so down upon.

Especially with her doing the same to (Y/N) for several years, it was well much needed and much deserved.

Jennifer lapped her tongue up and down (Y/N)'s folds, moaning against her cunt as she grew wetter, feeling the slickness in between her own thighs beginning to stick to her skin. "That's it," (Y/N) cooed, voice cracking as she moans. "You've got me so fucking close, Jen... you want me to release myself on your tongue, huh? Going to cum... going to cum just for you, baby.... oh, fuck..."

As soon as that sentence left her lips, Jennifer's lips are being soaked with (Y/N)'s orgasm, her juices splashing across her tongue and rushing down her throat.

Jennifer was practically getting drowned with (Y/N)'s orgasm and yet, somehow, she didn't seem to mind whatsoever. If this was the way to die, so be it. She'd be more than happy to die by pussy. "Fuck.... Jen," (Y/N)'s voice came out shaky as she slowly got off of her face and slid down to rest between Jennifer's thighs, not thinking twice before she tore the skirt down her legs.

One moment, Jennifer is having her face full of cunt and pussy juice and not even a millisecond later, (Y/N) is shoving her face into Jennifer's pussy, lapping her tongue up and down her slit as if she was starving for it.

As if she was waiting forever to devour into her cunt. (Which.... is partially true. (Y/N) had been waiting to eat her best friend out, since, like... forever.) "Oh, fuck! (Y/N)!" It was exactly like she visualized it, Jennifer was a withering, moaning little mess. And (Y/N) wanted to continue to make a mess upon her.

"Please, don't stop, please don't stop." Jennifer begged, fingers itching forward to rest against (Y/N)'s cheek, her thumb brushing across her blemish free skin.

"Your skin is so smooth," Jennifer said suddenly, not thinking much about it, "What product have you been using?" (Y/N) giggled before she looked up, her chin and upper lips glistening underneath the pale fluorescent lights that hung above on the ceiling.

"Just some cheap dollar brand shit I found at the local store. Glad it's working... Now, shut up, will you? Can't a gal enjoy her feast without interruption?" Jennifer huffed but nodded, leaning more comfortably onto the cushions of the couch. "Yes, ma'am," She laughed but the laughter is quick to be replaced with a squeak, as (Y/N) shoved not one but two of her fingers inside of Jennifer's cunt. "For someone whose slept with the entire football team, your pussy is fucking tight...." "Hey, how dare you! I've slept with the football and basketball team, thank you very much." "Whatever, either way, you're a slut, Jen. And yet, your pussy is so fucking tight...... too bad I don't have a cock to stuff you with. I suppose we'll just have to scissor, hm?" Jennifer's cheeks flared up and she nodded almost desperately. "Yes, fuck, yes please... I want to feel your clit rubbing against mine, please," "Such an eager whore, God damn..." (Y/N) giggled before she took her fingers away and straddled Jennifer's lap before she slowly sunk herself down, her clit meeting with Jennifer's.

Before either one said or did anything else, (Y/N) shoved her fingers down Jennifer's throat, forcing her to taste herself.

Happily, Jennifer swirled her tongue across (Y/N)'s fingers, moaning at the taste of herself. Slowly, but surely, (Y/N) rocked her hips back and forth, dropping her hand down to rest against Jennifer's breast. "Oh.... fuck," Jennifer threw her head back and fluttered her eyelids closed at the sensation that blossomed over her.

"That feels so good... love the feeling of your clit against mine," Jennifer whined. (Y/N) nodded before she's squeezing Jennifer's nipple with her index finger and thumb. Jennifer gasps and arches her back upward, trying her hardest from the position she was in to meet with (Y/N)'s thrusts. "You make me feel so fucking good, fuck...." Jennifer moaned, her left hand coming within contact of (Y/N)'s nipple. She fondles with her breast while (Y/N) does the same with Jennifer's. "And only I can make you feel good from now on, do you understand?" (Y/N) growled, twisting Jennifer's nipple once more, just a bit harder this time. "Fuck!" Jennifer squealed but nodded furiously. "Yes, yes, yes (Y/N). I'm all yours." "Hm? Say that again? Who does the famous Jennifer Check belong to?" "You! (Y/N), you! I belong to you. I'm yours." "There we go, such a good girl, fuck.... I love you so much," (Y/N)'s quick to lean forward and crash her lips against Jennifer's. "A-Ah... I love you too, I'm sorry it's taken me so long to admit that but I do, I love you, (Y/N)..." Jennifer murmurs before she's kissing (Y/N) back fully. The room was silent other than their breathless moans and whiny, desperate whimpers. (Of course, the wetness of their pussies rubbing against one another, too.) "You're mine. Nobody can have you or touch you. Only I can. Only I can make you feel this good. D'ya understand?" (Y/N) says as she pulls back from the heated make out session, only to lean down, her mouth coming within contact of Jennifer's skin, sucking deep and purple marks against her neck. "Yours.... Yours, (Y/N)." Jennifer mewled, closing her eyelids as her best friend - slash - girlfriend marked her, claiming her as hers and only hers.

"Good girl," (Y/N) whispers against Jennifer's ear, adding a bit of pressure down against her clit, rubbing her cunt roughly against Jennifer's.

This causes heat to rise to Jennifer's cheeks and make goosebumps to trail up and down her body, a tingly sensation zig-zagging this way and that across her spine.

"Baby, I'm going to cum..." Jennifer announced. "Baby, please..." "Going to be my good girl and cum for me, huh? You going to be my good girl and cum for me? Go on then. Cum for me, Jennifer." Jennifer gasps, her hands falling from where it had been at (Y/N)'s chest down to her own as she digs her fingernails into her skin, getting closer and closer to her reach. Then, finally, she comes with a loud shriek.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)!" Almost instantly, (Y/N) comes with her too, panting and breathing heavy as she does so. The two take a minute or two to get their breathing back in control before (Y/N) crawls off of Jennifer and plops down at her feet. "I didn't expect that to happen tonight..." (Y/N) said, looking over at Jennifer with a laugh. "Neither did I... I was actually supposed to see a band tonight. Low Shoulder, I think it was called but Needy called out the last second. I was plastered the moment I saw you and well, figured I'd tease you just to tease you like per usual... didn't think this was going to happen," Jennifer confirmed, her cheeks flushing as she admits that statement.

"I think this was a lot more better than seeing that band, though." Jennifer confirmed with a nod of her head. "Oh, yeah? Pussy whipped already?" "Oh, shut up," Jennifer groaned, reaching for the pillow that had fallen earlier, she flings it over at (Y/N)'s head. "I always knew you had a thing for me," (Y/N) said, ignoring the fact she had just been hit in the face with a pillow. "Really?" Jennifer questioned. "Mhm.... Needy told me, too." "That little skank! I knew I shouldn't have told her...." "Hey, if you hadn't, we probably wouldn't have been here tonight," (Y/N) informed. "Fair enough," Jennifer leaned forward and pressed a lovingly, tender kiss against (Y/N)'s cheek. "I'll have to thank her for introducing us..." "It reeks of sex in here — OH MY GOD. Did you somehow fucking forget I lived here, too!?" The couple were fast to pull back and away from each other but instead of feeling ashamed with themselves, they broke out in a fit of giggles.

At the doorway stood an embarrassed, red-faced Chip and an annoyed looking Needy. "Well.... now is your chance to tell her 'thank you', I guess..."

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PILLOW-HUMPING ➪ jennifer check

❥ ҉ synopsis : your new friend jennifer finds out that you never masturbated before so she decides to teach you a special way to get off

❥ ҉ pairings : jennifer x fem!reader

❥ ҉ word count : 1492 (y’all gettin fed wtf)

❥ ҉ warnings: SMUT, pillow humping, dirty talking, spitting, language, jen bein a meanie for a second, fingering, something around the sorts of cum eating, lemme know if i missed one?

❥ ҉ a/n: ❝hi sexc babes, welcome to the first day well technically the third day of my 2021 kinktober!!! the reason i had to change the dates around a bit is because due to the second round of the tumblr plus protest taking place on the first and second of october, tumblr was too empty to post so hi here i am on the third. but even tho it’s the third day, this is still the first piece ever for my kinktober event so i really hope y’all will enjoy this and the many more dates to come. ilyy <333❞

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“, never have i ever masturbated?”

at jennifer’s question you stilled completely. your eyes darted all over the place as you stayed silent at her question. the more time ticked away with no sound coming from you, jennifer then grew into another fit of giggles; taking your silence as a no. “wow, i knew you were innocent but not this innocent, y/n”

you laugh nervously, a hand coming up to rub at your neck before throwing a little look at the girl in front of you. “pfft- of course i have! i do it like regularly, you know?” you lied straight through your teeth, very obviously at that. your own self cringing at the unconvincingly fib. only cringing more when you see jennifer giving you an amused look.

“oh regularly, right? so what’s a clit y/n?”

you're not really sure if you choked on air or your spit, but you’re sure that you choked.

“i’m s-sorry, a what?”

“your clit, babe” jennifer gives you her signature coy smile as she stares at your flustered face with amusement, finding you so cute. you weren’t able to answer her because you had no idea what she was talking about. at your non-speaking figure jennifer giggles again before silencing herself, causing you to look up at her when you heard the quietness that enveloped the room so suddenly.

“wanna find out?”

at her question you sighed out, your face turning into doubt as you thought it over.

“it’s late and your mom is asleep, we should just-“

“oh cmon, y/n. don’t be such a fucking loser” jennifer then looks at you with irritation swarming in her irises. making you flinch back a little at her sudden change of attitude. at the sight of your hurt eyes, jennifer softens. sighing out, she began moving up closer to you. almost as if she was going to straddle you but not.

“m’ sorry y/n. look, it’ll be fun i promise. i can show you a nice way to masterbaute for your first time” the raven hair girl whispers with a stroke of her perfect, red manicured fingers brushing through the locks of your hair. petting you. the succubus studies your features carefully, seeing every emotion, only smirking when she spots acceptance coming along your features.

you then nod your head, basking in the beautiful way she shows her teeth at you. it still amazes you how you could be “best friends” as she likes to say, with the one and only, intoxicating, jennifer check. she leaned even closer to you. her enchanting face just centimeters away from your own, her delicate lips oh so close to yours. with only one, tiny little movement you and jennifer lips will be meeting one another's, that's how close you two were. you can see just how blue and addicting her orbs were. her eyes were like the never ending, blue ocean waves and you were going for a swim.

“grab a pillow” all though the words that left her mouth confused you, you listened. your hands grabbing one of the pillows from up jennifers bed and holding it close to you cluelessly, peering up at jennifer for more directions. jennifer smiles and grabs it from you, placing the flat pillow right in front of you but not before folding it half and pressing it into the sheets of her bed. once she was done she gave you a raised brow and a devious smirk which excited you and made you nervous at the same time.

“take your shorts off, it works way better that way” as soon as the words left her mouth, she quickly sees your head going a mile a minute as per usual, at her request. even though jennifer was comfortable enough to be wearing just her panties in front of you, you weren’t.

“what if i cover my eyes, will that be better?” jennifer proposes, both of her hands coming up to cover her eyes when she hears a meek “sure” come from you.

only dropping them when she gets your confirmation. she’s quickly met with the sight of you in your cute, pink and yellow polka dot cotton underwear which were very similar to the pair she has on now, just black and red.

“hot” jennifer grins at you, which you shyly smiled at. her compliment relaxing you and making you less nervous about your body being seen.

“hop on, baby” jennifer pats the pillow with a chuckle, signaling you. you listened and followed the small directions that left her as you began to straddle the folded pillow, making yourself get comfortable with the help of jennifer.

“now, just move your hips. feel the pillow”

you nod in understanding, beginning to move your hips ever so slightly. slowly, just feeling the material of the softness of the pillow-case and the cloth of your panties pressed against your folds, the extra layer of your panties making the friction against you more delicious.

your face softly scrunched up a bit, your teeth coming down on your lip. beginning to lower yourself down even more onto the pillow until you feel the right amount of pressure on a certain spot that makes you take a sharp intake of breath while you continue to move back and forth.

“that, what you s’felt right there, that’s your little clit, y/n/n” jennifer inquires. soon hearing the dark-haired girl, lowly giggling breathlessly when she sees you continuing your little movements against the folded pillow in a desperate-seeming manner.

“how does s’feel?”

your eyes flicker up to hers once you hear the simple question she asks you. her bright ocean blues darkened so drastically, they basically look almost completely black. her intent gaze dark and half-lidded, her pearly teeth never stopping its assault on her plump lips.

“j-jen, it f-feels…”

at your stuttering whimper jennifer smirks wildly, her hands coming up to hold at your hips. pushing you down even harder against the pillow, making you let out a pitiful whine. “s-so n-nice” jennifer was practically rolling your hips on her own accord now at this point, peppering little teasing kisses along your sensitive neck and jaw while she did the actions, your eyes fluttering close at both of the sensations.

through your desired-filled moment, you started to hear her speak to you.

“y’wanna know what feels even better?”

at her question, you opened your eyes back up to look at her, patiently and curiously waiting for her to give you the information.

“it feels ‘s amazing when you're soaked and your panties are off”

you weren’t able to respond quick enough before you felt jennifer fingers going down your most sensitive parts, her fingers pulling your panties to the side and making contact with that special part of you she keeps telling you about; making you gasp out.

“j-jennifer…”

at the sound of her name, jennifer peers up at you. giving you a little smile before you then see her hand coming up to her mouth. you look at her with a confused expression, having no idea on what she was about to do. seeing and hearing the sharp, obscure sound of her then spitting in her hand, made your eyes widened immensely wide.

“jen, w-what-“

she didn’t reply to your clueless meeks, placing her palm back on your pussy and began rubbing in her spit onto the expanse of your folds and clit. your arousal practically dripped on her hand as she kept rubbing over you. loud moans and whimpers escaped your lips from left and right. unconsciously rutting your hips along her hand, basically riding her hand at this point.

“holy shit, y/n/n. i didn’t know you could be such a dirty fucking girl” jennifer groans in awe, looking at your core with so much intensity and lust. you felt like her stare could burn you alive right then and there, in that moment. with a chuckle under her breath, the flag girl pulled her now soaked hand away from your pussy. relishing in the way you whimpered out for her hand to be placed back on your little pussy.

she gave you her famous enticing, enchanting stare. her dainty fingers coming up to her juicy lips, rubbing the tips of her wet finger along her bottom lip; as if she was applying your arousal like a coat of lipgloss. her dark orbs slicing into yours harshly, her finger finally going into her mouth. licking and sucking your essance off her fingers before taking the digits out. a loud pop echoing throughout her bedroom.

“ride the pillow, baby. don’t stop until i tell you to”

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