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Knives out: ∗ 63﹕ sender  is  found  by  receiver  sleeping  in  receiver’s  bed . With James Potter

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summary: james finds you in his bed after rugby training

fem!reader 0.8k words

James gets home from rugby training and sees your shoes on his shoe rack. He blinks. Your black converse with the red hearts, sitting amongst his sneakers and dress shoes.

He grins. He’s happy you’ve let yourself in. Happy you’ve used the key he always urges you to use when you want to turn up unannounced. He just feels bad he wasn’t here to welcome you.

“Y/N?” He calls quietly. He doesn’t want to scare you though you’ve probably heard the front door open.

You don’t answer. He hears the gentle thrum of the dishwasher and follows it to the kitchen, hoping to find you there. It’s empty. And clean, he realises. Cleaner than he’d left it before training. All the mugs in their place, new fruit in the fruit bowl, his dishes from yesterday and this morning done and drip-drying on the bench.

He ventures into the living room and finds it just as empty but also just as clean. You’ve even put flowers on the coffee table.

The last place to check is his bedroom. He pushes the door open and feels like he’s been punched in the gut.

There you are. In his bed, on his side. Fast asleep, you’re lying on your stomach, one arm bent at the elbow and the other stretched out next to your face. The sheets bunch up around your lower back, your hair fanning out over his pillows. You look very comfortable.

James tries to be as quiet as possible as he puts down his bag near his dresser, and then tiptoes over the carpet so he can sit on the bed next to you. Up close you look even lovelier. Half of your face all squished into the pillow. Your lips parted as your breaths come deep and heavy. Your back rising and falling slowly. Eyelashes kissing the skin under your eyes.

He tries not to touch you, he really does. But you’re just so pretty, practically begging to be touched. It’s hardly his fault.

He drags his fingers over your cheek, down your jaw. Your skin is as soft as it looks. You smell like honey and lavender. Sweet. He’s about to lean over and kiss your cheek when you stir. Your mouth twitches and you heave a deep breath through your nose.

“S’that you, James?” You murmur. Your lips stretch into this soft smile that makes James’ heart hurt. He doesn’t feel so bad for waking you up as he should.

“Yeah, it’s me,” he says, cupping your jaw with his palm, his fingers planted behind your ear, roaming into your hair. “Sorry for waking you up, lovely.”

You blink yourself awake slowly. Your eyes appear and James feels a hundred times more lovesick than he already was. You roll onto your back, then look up at him and beam.

“Hi,” you say, your tone bright but your voice rough. You ignore his last comment. He’s pretty sure you don’t mind being woken up. Not when it’s by him.

“Hi, baby,” James says back, equally fond and twice as lively.

You sit up with an aching groan and James thinks he should move to make space for you but he doesn’t want to. He stays right where he is, and when you sit up your chest presses against his arm. You’re warm. You take the position to your advantage and hook your chin over his shoulder.

“I missed you,” you say, your lips right near the skin behind his ear. James can’t help the shiver that runs down his back as your lips graze over his skin. You smile like you know how much you affect him.

“I missed you more,” he says, argumentative. He turns his head so your lips are in line and kisses you sweetly. You’re warm and soft and you smell so lovely. He’s sure he doesn’t smell as good as you do. Probably like grass and sweat. He should take a shower.

When he pulls away the words are already on his lips. “You didn’t have to clean my house, you know,” he tells you. He reaches down to grab your hand and weave your fingers together. He wants to have you this close forever.

You huff, your eyes on your joint hands. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to do something nice for you. Surprise you when you got home.”

James grins. “Consider me surprised,” he says, craning his neck to dot a kiss to the top of your head. “Thank you, angel.”

You twist so you can look up at him, a smile stretching across your lips. James is only mildly surprised when you steal your hand away to wheedle both your arms around him in a hug, awkward in its position but nothing short of utterly fond. James slides his hand up your back and into your hair.

You squeeze his waist tight. “You’re welcome, Jamie.”

James thinks he might cry from how much he loves you.

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[bruisedboys]

I’m fucking sobbing rn

You bite you cheek with your face hidden. If he could see you he’d tell you to stop. You think you might bleed and don’t have enough courage to stop so you angle you head up so he can see you. Expectedly, he cups your face in his hand and tugs your cheek gently. You let go.

every sentence was so pretty but this was my favourite bit!! this was so beautifully written aerial I’m in love. (also the you’re breaking my fuckin’ heart darlin’ was a little too much for me. I’m in shambles)

james suddenly making you a cup of tea when he notices that you are having just one of those days⛈️. just casually slides it over the table towards you with the most obvious look of understanding ever. you don’t even have to say anything, you can just see in his eyes that he gets it and this is somehow his was of saying “hey, i’m here, whatever i can do to help, i’ll do it.”

thank you thank you. i love this it’s so him. fem!reader warnings — a little mention of subconscious self-harm

Picking at your nails, you don’t even realise James has sat down next to you. Not until there’s a scraping across the wood. A steaming mug of tea sat in front of you.

You look up and don’t even attempt to smile thankfully at him. You want to, but you think he already knows you that you’re grateful. He has that soft smile like always. Whenever he knows you’re feeling down. That smile that you always read as I’m here. Promise.

The steam eats its way up your palm when you grasp it in your hands, like the anxiety that’s trapped in your throat just begging to climb its way out until you cry up a fucking storm.

“James,” you murmur. He makes a sympathetic noise from the back of his throat. A humming that sounds like he wants you to know he’s listening to whatever you need to say. He doesn’t want to push you but he really, really wants to know why you’re upset. He can see you holding your breath, biting your lip to hold back whatever it is that needs to happen. Whether it’s a cry or you need to rant to him until the sun goes down.

You watch the tea bag steep in the milk, watch where it swirls and darkens. The longer you wait and stare, the darker it gets and the heavier your head feels. The more your eyes sting.

You push your fingertips into the sides of the mug and they go white. Burning over the scalding ceramic. “James,” you repeat. Gasping like you really need to. Like it’s completely necessary. It feels good in that strange way it always does when you cry. The sudden breaths that feel like they ease your chest open.

You let James needle his arms around your back without saying anything. Not a single word when he presses a kiss into the top of your head, pushing his knees into you thigh.

“Sweetheart,” he finally murmurs.

“I’m sorry,” you mumble into the cotton shirt that smells a little too much like the cologne you bought him when you were still just friends.

“What for, hmm?” he says. Kissing and kissing into your hairline. Moving down to press his wet lips to your forehead. It’s a lovely, maddening heat you need to feel.

You bite you cheek with your face hidden. If he could see you he’d tell you to stop. You think you might bleed and don’t have enough courage to stop so you angle you head up so he can see you. Expectedly, he cups your face in his hand and tugs your cheek gently. You let go.

“I’m crying,” you tell him. Like that’s a reasonable thing to be apologetic about.

“You are,” he says too softly. Far too kind that it almost hurts. “What’s the matter, hmm? You’re breaking my fuckin’ heart, darlin’.”

Darlin. Darlin. Darlin. You love him and you think you’d do anything for him. “I don’t know,” you tell him. You want to say I don’t know what’s wrong and I think that’s why it’s worse.

“Right,” he sniffles, pressing his fingertips into your back, “Well, is there anything I can do?”

You lean forward and press your swelling lips into his chest, the space right between his pecs. You kiss him and you feel his chest heave, “I don’t know,” you mumble.

James helps you away from his torso and sets you up so he can hold your face in his hands, “I’m here,” he says, thumbs skipping over your wet cheeks. “Whatever you need, I’ll do it.”

You bite down into your tongue and sniffle to stop a harder crash of tears. He’s lovely. So fucking lovely that it makes you want to cry even more. “Don’t say things like that, James,” you hiccup, blinking away dampness.

“Why?” he asks, scratching the skin behind your ears. You keen under his touch and push your face into his hands.

“You’re,” you swallow, “you’re too kind. I, I don’t deserve you.”

James frowns. A complete furrow of his eyebrows under his glasses. “That’s not true.”

“Right,” you blink. Completely unperturbed.

He kisses away your salty tear tracks in a triangle. Your left cheek, your right cheek, then your lips. “I love you and I hate seeing you so upset. I feel so helpless.”

“Don’t.”

“Well, I do.”

You duck your head, “Just,” hiccuping some more, “can you just hold me? I don’t know I think I just need you.”

James looks offended, “Of course, I’ll hold you. All day if I need to. Until I die if that’s what you need.”

You finally crack a smile, “Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

James holds you until you’re crying subsides and then some. Until you get to the root of your problem and James feels like he can actually help you more than he already has.

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I noticed in your poly!marauders breakfast in bed imagine when Remus said that if she doesn't tell them he would punish her. Do you think you could write an alternative version of that imagine where he does end up punishing her? Only if your comfortable with it tho

Pain Over Pleasure // Poly!Marauders x Fem!Reader

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Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, foursome, threesome, angst, punishment, painful sex, rough sex, BDSM, dom/sub, spanking, humiliation, dacryphilia (crying), sir kink, size difference, praise kink, anal sex, cum swallowing, degradation, orgasm denial, intense orgasm, overstimulation, aftercare, subspace, restraints, being ignored as punishment, safe words in place

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You knew the pain had slowly consumed the pleasure you were experiencing but for some occasions such as now, you preferred that, the small sparks of pleasure almost like a reward through the burning pain in your cunt.

A thick glob of cum was slowly dripping out of your mouth from where it hung over the side of the bed, hand scrapping along the floor. There was a pillow squished under your hips to help keep them positioned up, after the long fucking that evening, you knew your knees wouldn’t be able to support your weight anymore. Then there was Sirius, positioned behind you, hands aggressively gripping your hips almost to the point of bruising, his hips frantically thrusting, cock pulsing in and out of your abused hole.

Your moans were spurring him on, completely unaware of your discomfort but this was your own fault, purposefully not telling him, wanting him to keep going. Of course, you were overdoing it, even getting to the point that your eyes were clenched shut in concentration, you didn’t care about the pain.

James and Remus were watching from the side, having already had their fill, James' cum dripping from your cunt, Sirius using it as lube for his own adventures and Remus’ glob dripped from your mouth, jaw aching from attempting to take his length as much as you could.

Both men were watching intently, their softened cocks already getting hard again from the sight before them. Remus silently shifted forward, trying to look at your face from where it hide, from the way you were just letting Sirius fuck you, he decided it was probably time to check in, knowing you’d already been through a lot that evening.

“Give me a minute Padfoot”, Remus muttered, squatting down in front of you.

Your only response was to groan with upset, attempting to roll your hips back against Sirius but he held you down easily with your lack of strength. The lycanthrope Marauder slipped his hand under your jaw, tilting it up at an awkward angle so that you could look into his eyes.

“Why are making him stop? It feels so good”, you sounded borderline pathetic, eyes dazed slightly.

Remus however did not seem at all convinced by your words that weren’t necessarily different to usual but it just seemed like he had an intuition, knowing you far too well. Tilting his head to the side, still studying your face intently, he asked, “Do you need to use your safe word?”

“No, no don’t stop”, once again, you attempted and failed to roll your hips. Remus’ fingers harden against your jaw, causing your eyes to sharpen at his serious expression. “Why are you making him stop? I’m fine”, you tried to sound convincing.

“Were you fine? Because you looked to me like you were in pain”, Remus stated matter-of-factly.

“No, it feels so good”, you tried to say. Remus only had to glance over your shoulder to Sirius, almost like they were having a silent conversation between themselves as Sirius dragged his cock an inch out of you, and the feeling of it against your sore walls gave you the automatic response to wince.

Instantly you regretted the action, with nowhere to hide your face, Remus and James had the perfect view to see your discomfort. “Wait, no- that… that wasn’t what you think it was, it still does feel good! Please don’t stop, I’m ok!”

Your panic was evident enough, knowing you’d been caught so rather than facing the truth, knowing you were hiding the pain from them, you tried to just carry on but by the sound of Remus’ heavy sigh, you knew you were in for it.

“I’m not doubting that it feels good but you KNOW you are supposed to tell us if it hurts and if we are going too far. This is why we have safe words”, Remus explained. You knew this, knew why these rules were there for your benefit but also for the boys, they didn’t want actually to cause you pain like this.

“But it’s not going too far, I don’t want Sirius to stop, please!”

Remus released his grip on your jaw and for a moment, your silly mind thought that Sirius was actually going to continue but he didn’t. In fact, he pulled his cock completely out of you which once more hurt and then his hands were pulling you further onto the bed and turning onto your back.

James was now hovering above you from where he sat at the top of the bed, holding down your wrists into the sheets, and Sirius did the same but with your ankles, the position causing your thighs to rub together which meant your cunt had no room to breathe, feeling uncomfortable.

However, your thoughts didn’t ponder on this for too long as the hulking form of Remus straddled over your hips, his naked body warm against yours. You were completely at their disposal being pinned down, especially as Remus's rough hand gripped your cheeks together, forcing you to look up at his intense stare.

“What are you supposed to do when you’re in pain and this goes too far?” he referred to the sex.

You tried to pull away, almost like warning alarms screaming in your consciousness, knowing what he was eventually getting to, now understanding how much you had fucked up.

However, the Marauder's grip was strong on your body and you were just wasting energy, feeling exhausted and giving up, knowing you wouldn’t be able to slither your way out of this. You whispered the answer to the most dominant Marauder who was waiting over your body.

“Excuse me? Answer me louder”, he demanded, still holding your cheeks, squishing them together so your lips formed an ‘o’ shape.

“I’m supposed to tell you or use my safe words”, the tone of your voice was evident that you were feeling defeated.

“Ah, so you do know what you are supposed to do. Now answer me honestly, are you in pain right now?”

In truth, you were in more pain than you’d realised now that you weren’t being fucked and the endorphins and adrenaline were wearing off. “A little bit…” you admitted to this, but still tried to downplay the situation.

“A little bit is still too far and you know it. Next question: should you have told us today that you’re in pain?” Remus continued to question you.

“Yes”, your voice was only just audible with its whisper as you began to feel anxious and sick, knowing exactly what was coming, especially with the intense way Remus looked down at you.

“Yes that’s right, so what do we do to naughty girls who don’t tell their partners that they are in pain?”

Now you’re struggling again, trying to cower away from him, sobbing as you shouted, “Remmie, please don’t-”.

“Hey!” he shouted with authority. “Enough of the whining, now answer my question.”

“They get punished”, once again defeated.

“Yes, they do. Because you were given a clear instruction and have chosen to ignore it so I need you to listen to me carefully”. You do exactly as instructed, relaxing your tense muscles and listening, knowing it was better to go along with it than make it any worse. But also, Sirius’ thumb was stroking soft circles into the skin of your ankle which helped the thundering of your heart in your chest. “Good, so you can follow instructions”, Remus mocked. “The safe word is still in place if this gets too much but, you need to understand why I am going to punish you. We have all of these set in place that when pain is becoming more than pleasure then you have to tell us because now, I’m sure you’re going to be sore for a few days and that’s not what we want, is it Pup?”

“No sir”, you reply submissively, eyes dropping down in defeat but he was quick to tilt your face up once more.

“Exactly. Now I want you to repeat back to me, why you are being punished before we start”.

A hot flush rushed through your body as the embarrassment set in as you had to recount why you were being punished. “Because I didn’t tell you to stop when it was starting to hurt”.

“Good”, Remus praised, his hard eyes softening ever so slightly which relaxed you even more but then his next words had your body feeling as if it had been doused in ice. “You are going to take 5 spanks from each of us then, you’ll be tied up and you are going to watch us. If you look away for even a second, we will start right at the beginning with the spanking. Then once we are done, you’re going to be a good girl and swallow each of our loads, do I make myself clear?”

You wanted to cry, not only were you being spanked which was humiliating in of itself, but now you had to watch each of them find their own release and satisfaction and then drink their rewards as you were left without any of your own. Your lack of response had James tapping against your wrists, snapping you out of your internal battle.

“Yes sir”.

Remus still continued to grasp your cheeks, dropping his authoritative stance to lean down to kiss your forehead. You could still use your safe words, you knew they wouldn’t actually push you so far but it was important for you to understand these situations had repercussions. You’d only ever been punished twice throughout your relationship with the trio and they understood that this was a big deal for you to go through, always wanting to make them happy and never wishing to upset them. On a few occasions, they had threatened to punish and you had used your safe words so you knew you could do it now but you decided to go along with it instead.

Not wanting to add anything further to your punishment, something the boys knew you were very good at as you were completely submissive to your core, you helped to move into position.

Remus sat on the edge of the bed, feet flat against the floor as you lay across his lap, feeling his strong thighs beneath your stomach, your arse presented to him like a gift in front of him. Your cunt still hurt from this position as your legs remained closed.

James noticed your visible discomfort and swiftly sat next to Remus, easing under your head so it now lay in his lap, his magical fingers stroking against your scalp helping to keep you relaxed. Sirius did the same, but had your legs lying across his lap, massaging the muscles to also feel somewhat at ease but as Remus lay his hand on your lower back, the reality of the situation returned.

“Are you going to count for me?” Remus asked, his voice a great deal softer than it had been a moment ago.

“Yes sir”.

Then he began. His large hand smacked against your left arse cheek and even though you knew it was coming, it still caused your to jump, thankful that all three of them were there to keep you on their laps. The impact stung as you bite your lip to hide the whimper before remembering your job, “one, sir.”

Remus continued with his spanks, remaining in the same spot on your left cheek, each one causing the skin to heat and jiggle, a sight all three men admired hungrily. As you took the fifth spank, Remus smothered the skin, squeezing the area and making sure to praise you, “Well done my love, you took them so well, counted each one perfectly”.

His words drifted into your mind and made you feel happy and safe, enjoying the momentary joy before the bodies beneath were swapping so James was in the middle, your arse on his lap with Remus cradling your head.

The quidditch-playing Marauder began to then spank your right cheek, but his hands were so big that they grazed over the sore area left by Remus, causing more stinging. However, this didn’t stop your counting, physically having to say the words helped to keep your consciousness present, knowing if you didn’t talk, you could just lose yourself to the punishment.

By the fifth smack to your arse and tenth overall, you were beginning to feel slightly buzzed, adrenaline returning to pump through your veins causing you to feel lightheaded and almost floaty. Remus stroked his thumb against your face, noticing your eyes were glazing over, tears threatening to spill.

This didn’t stop them, knowing when you were at your breaking point and when you were just feeling a little bit subspacey. Sirius now stared down at your spanked arse in his lap, enjoying the slightly raised skin from the impacts but also feeling just how drenched you were, your juices coating your thighs.

“Do you need to use your words, sweetheart?” Sirius asked softly as you began to silently cry.

“No”, you whispered with a wobbly lip, “sir”, you added quickly.

“My sweet girl, you’re doing so well, five more to go, you can do it”, Sirius praised before swatting his hand through the air and smacking the area where your arse cheek met your thigh, the exact space that you could be sitting on, his favourite spot.

You were slightly thankful for him choosing a different spot, your arse already feeling tender as you continued to count Sirius’ five spanks which added up to fifteen overall. This new area however caused your thighs to clench automatically which only meant that it squeezed your swollen cunt.

Remus caught each of your tears with the pad of his thumb but you knew you still looked like an absolute mess. Especially from between your legs as you were sure there was a wet patch forming on Sirius’ thighs from your still evident arousal, even through all the pain, the pleasure was still rampant.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were rushing out the words, “Five, sir”. You were grateful for the spanks being over, trying to nuzzle your flushed face into Remus’ hands. You jumped slightly however as Sirius leaned down to kiss the burning hot skin of your ass, praising, “You did so so well honey”.

His erection throbbed under your stomach as he looked down at your pathetic state and you wished for nothing more than to stroke and touch it, momentarily forgetting that this wasn’t the end of your punishment.

Sirius didn’t however as he wrapped his strong arms around your middle, manhandling you up and further up the bed, you bounced on your sensitive arse a few times from where he placed you by the headboard. James then waved his wand in the direction of your arms and legs, wordlessly magically wrapping invisible string around your libs, causing them to extend and stretch to each of the bed posts.

You cried more now at the realisation that your punishment was nowhere near over and not entirely comfortable, still sitting on your sore ass. You also missed the warmth that had once surrounded you.

“Shhh, it’s ok love”, James encouraged, giving you a sad smile, tilting your head back to look up into his hazel eyes. He looked like he wanted to kiss you but refrained from doing so, showing too much praise and softness wasn't until the end of your punishment.

But then he was moving away, his messy hair bouncing as you watched him join the other two at the end of the bed and away from you.

Each of their cocks was hard and pointing up with the blood pumping hard through them and your eyes drifted between each of them, your tears slowing with the distraction.

Then Sirius was tugging James back by his hips, towards his own body until James' back and Sirius’ chest met and the long-haired Marauder’s mouth attached to the side of the other man’s neck. The muscles over both of their bodies flex with the instant arousal, James tilting his head further to give Sirius the room to move up and down, leaving open-mouthed kisses.

You didn’t look away, even in your spaced-out mind, something reminded you to not look away, not wishing to be spanked again. But it was also near-torturous watching the three of them, with the way your legs were spread wide, you weren’t able to roll your hips forward to relieve any of the tension in your clit, or rub your thighs together.

Sirius tweaked James’ perked nipples, causing the man to groan, turning his hand back so they could kiss, both mouths opening on instinct to allow their tongues to dance and twist together. The sight was almost hypnotic with how beautiful they all looked, especially as Remus moved closer to join from beside James.

Fuck, you were feeling almost desperate with arousal now, feeling fuzzy mentally and your chest had an unsettling tightness within with the need to be involved. But also, your horniness continued to cause your aching, swollen cunt to clench around nothing meaning you were absolutely drenched.

Remus’ grip encircled James’ veiny member that had beads of pre-cum already dripping from the tip, staining the sheets. The touch had James thrusting automatically, wanting to feel the pressure wrapped around him more. James moaned loudly, hungrily almost as he pulled back from Sirius’ mouth, but only so he could grab the back of Remus’ head to meet his mouth in a passionate kiss.

Sirius then started to wank himself off, teeth grazing along the exposed length of James’ neck. Remus was then moving off of James’ mouth to whisper something into his ear and you wished more than anything to hear what he said as the next second James’ eyes were flicking to yours, filled with pure lust.

A whimper slipped out of your mouth at the view, but you held your tongue for the pleas threatening to come out. You knew begging would get you nothing that you’d wanted as the first time you had ever been punished, you’d thrashed against the restraints, begging so much that your throat was raw for days and you’d practically passed out from exhaustion by the time the three of them had found their satisfaction.

So, you didn’t want to waste your energy, not that you had much of it left anyway after the fucking session that day or the spanking. Instead, you watched, biting your tongue to hold back the words you wanted to say and beg for.

Your eye contact with James swiftly broke as the man was suddenly pushed forward by Sirius who was on his knees behind, hands running up and down James’ toned back before cupping the arse perked in the air beneath him.

“So fucking pretty Prongs”, Sirius complimented, admiring the man’s body. James shifted his hips closer to Sirius who was now distracted as Remus climbed off of the bed and stood behind Sirius, hands running up and down his chest before gripping his long hair and pulling harshly to expose his ear.

Remus then whispered something to Sirius whose eyes rolled back to match his aggressive groan before nodding, opening his eyes fully to look down at James who was still waiting patiently on his hands and knees.

Sirius's mouth opened so he could spit down, aiming for James’ asshole, watching the glob gleam against the eagerly awaiting hole. Reaching down with his thumb, Sirius brushed against it, applying a little bit of pressure but not enough yet to slip inside.

James looked over his shoulder towards Sirius, “Fuck, I need you right now, I can take it Padfoot”, he begged.

Sirius raised a single eyebrow as he finally applied more pressure to the hole, feeling it expanding, “you really think you can take me without any prep?”

“Yes!” James then pushed back his hips, causing Sirius’ thumb to slip inside, all three men groaned, and Remus watched over Sirius’ shoulders and whispered something again.

“I’ll go slow”, Sirius stated, nodding at what Remus instructed, shifting on his knees closer ever so slightly and then guiding his cock to James' awaiting hole. Sirius spat again and wiped it over his cock, placing a steady hand on James’ hip to keep him steady and then he was slipping his cock in.

You watched as they both groaned in pure ecstasy, and you wanted nothing more to be feeling how they both felt right now.

Sirius managed to keep his slow thrusts for a couple of minutes, aware of not hurting James but the messy-haired Marauder was already rolling his hips back, attempting to increase the speed, enjoying the slight burn that came with the stretch of Sirius’ cock. This caused the man to lose all restraints and he began to mercilessly fuck the man beneath him. James gripped the sheets hard, his forehead resting on the sheets as his moans sounded pornographic, deep and husky.

The sight was beautiful but it was even more erotic as Sirius was gently pushed forward a little bit as Remus had his own plan as his fingers rested over his arse, watching the muscles clench with each thrust.

Your eyes didn’t know where to look between the three of your boyfriends before settling on Sirius whose eyes were wide, lips shiny with plumped from the kissing. His hips slowed as he felt Remus touch him from behind, nodding at the silent question being asked before Remus began gently easing two fingers into Sirius’ hole.

The thrusting completely stopped as Sirius grunted at the feeling of James’ hole wrapped around his cock and the two fingers stretching in his hole, grazing lazily over his prostate. His beautiful face tilted back at the pleasure, exposing his throat that Remus wrapped a strong hand around, keeping him still as he added a third finger.

“Do you want me to, Padfoot?” Remus asked loudly enough for everyone to hear. You wanted desperately to say you wanted him too but only released a small mewling whimper, still holding your tongue but the noise was enough for Remus’ eyes to flick to yours, his mouth quipping up into a smirk at how desperate you looked.

“Yes, Moony, please fuck me already”, Sirius sounded desperate as he widened his thighs on the bed, helping his cheeks to spread as Remus pulled his fingers out and lined himself up having spread his own precum over his cock, using it as lube.

Not even a second later, the three of them were joined. Remus stood behind the bed, his cock delved into Sirius’ asshole, whose face was scrunched in concentration, trying not to move Remus’ fat cock stretch him wide, whilst Sirus’ own cock was still warm inside of James’ asshole.

Eventually, the three of them began to rock back and forth on the bed, finding a rhythm that suited them best.

You were absolutely fucked out of your mind watching them all, usually, this sight would be your favourite but right now it was the worst punishment imaginable. Your cunt was swollen, throbbing with need and leaking your juices over the sheets and your arms and legs ached from being held out in the outstretched position, all you wanted to do was feel as good as them.

With ease and grace, the three men moved together, long limbs gripping onto each other, their low grunts like music to your ears, seeing the pleasure writhe on their expressions. Knowing the pleasure wasn’t something you were doing only added to the punishment, wishing that you were the one sucking their cocks, touching them, fucking them and making them feel good and it was only intensified by the subspace you were in mentally.

What was worst, was that other than the occasional glance that you’d experienced, the three of them completely ignored you, even though James wasn’t that far away from you, he never made the move to touch you. It was awful, letting you watch the three of them, even though you were highly aroused and wanting nothing more from their touch. It was a part of your punishment, you deserved this, they looked like they were having lots of fun without you, did they even need you?

The thoughts had your eyes now glassy with tears but you tried not to let them fall, they didn’t need a crying girl watching them fuck, so you remained silent.

Sirius was nearly overstimulated with the intense pleasure he was feeling with both his cock and prostate being stroked, it felt so fucking good, especially as Remus intensified his thrusts which he used as his own momentum to then fuck into James.

“Fuck! Just like that, right there…”, Sirius cried out over his shoulder as Remus gripped onto the back of his neck, using the hold to tilt his cock slightly so he could directly fuck into his pleasure spot.

“Yes! Yes! Yes- Fuck I’m gonna cum”, Sirius suddenly revealed.

It all happened in a blue. One minute you were watching the three of them fuck and the next, James was being pushed further onto the bed and Remus was helping Sirius stand up on the mattress, walking over James’ body until he stood over you. With one hand, he tipped your head back and the other gripped the base of his cock as it pulsed and throbbed.

It was on instinct that your mouth dropped open, completely forgetting about this part of your punishment as Sirius’ cum began spurting out, most of it dripping into your awaiting mouth as he watched eagerly, only a few drops collecting on your chin.

The tears you were keeping at bay began to slip down your warm cheeks, feeling humiliated as you swallowed his load and then licked his fingers clean as he scooped up the drops you’d missed. You hated this, hated that you were left to drink their reward whilst you were there without any sort of gratification.

“Look so pretty when you cry Darling”, Sirius whispered, his own cheeks rosy as he breathed heavily. For a second, he wiped away your tears before a moan sounded from behind him, causing him to jump off of the bed and sit in a nearby chair to watch the rest of the show.

This gave you the view of James who had been dragged down the bed by Remus and turned onto his back before he was leaning over him and hungrily kissing him. Both of their hands roamed over each other's bodies, exploring one another as their hips thrust together, cocks rubbing and bumping into one another.

James made the move first to reach in between their bodies, pushing Remus’ cock lower towards his awaiting hole and Remus didn’t waste another second before he was thrusting forward.

“That’s it, you’re taking me so well Prongs”, Remus praised the man beneath him, feeling his hole stretch the limit around his girthy member. Just like Sirius had, Remus began slow but soon wasn’t holding back, fucking hand and fast enough that the bed was shaking with the movements, rocking your body as well.

“Fuck, don’t stop!” James suddenly groaned as Remus wrapped his hand around his cock that was still throbbing between them, his wrist moving in time with his thrust.

Once your tears had started, you couldn’t stop them from falling now in jealousy and desperately watching them both, wanting nothing more to bed for them to just look at you, to acknowledge that you were even there, to get them to touch you but still, you wanted to be a good girl so refrained from doing this.

Remus's hair stuck to his forehead as he fucked James hard and it wasn’t that much longer before the man beneath him was shouting, “Wait, stop moony!”

Then he was scrambling to his feet on the bed, legs wobbling slightly as he now stood over you, hand moving up and down his shaft as your mouth dropped open in time to drink down his cum.

Your eyes drank in every little detail about James from his even messier hair than usual, the way his abs clenched with each spurt and the salty taste of his loads as it coated your tongue and this time, you managed to catch it all.

James smiled kindly down at you but didn’t get the chance to touch you as he was gently moved out of the way, stepping down to join Sirius at the side, as Remus now stood over you.

You held his eye contact, jaw aching as you held your mouth open submissively as he began to toss himself off. From this position, you could see his cock gleaming in the low light of the room, with what was Sirius and James’ natural body juices. The grip he held strengthed as it moved faster, his eyes glancing down at the wet patch that had formed between your legs and on the sheets blow.

“You look so pretty, Pup”, Remus’s voice was thick with arousal, using the nickname he only called you, causing your heart to beat harder in your chest as he finally spoke to you. This distracted you a little from the situation but then as something warm began to fill your mouth, you tried to concentrate on not choking, quickly having to swallow as his cum completely filled your mouth.

With a full body shudder, Remus’s last drop of cum spurted from his tip and another swallow later, he was finished, shoulders dropping releasing a heavy sigh in relief.

Remus then knelt between your legs, gripping your cheeks, much like he’d done earlier, holding your attention. “Do you understand why you’ve been punished?”

“Yes, sir.” Your voice was timid, tears still cascading down your cheeks. You were completely and utterly submissive.

“Good girl”. He released the grip on your cheeks and began to stroke the aching muscle instead but you were quick to nuzzle into his hand, wanting to feel any sort of comfort. “My sweet girl, you did so well”.

“I did?” you asked, your eyes and voice filling with hope at making him happy.

“You did! Not even begging once did you? I’m so proud of you”, Remus encouraged. You could have cried more at the praises, almost like what he said was sacred it was just what you needed. “What do you want my love?” Remus finally asked, his eyes softened as he looked at you.

“I…I want you all”, you finally sobbed, pulling on your invisible restraints. Remus motioned for James and Sirius to step forward, both of them holding their wands and waving them, releasing your limbs from the bonds.

With nothing to hold up your body, you instantly were slumping forward into Remus who was able to ease you into his lap, your head resting against his chest as the other two men sat on either side, beginning to massage your sore muscles.

Their skin was hot to the touch but that only helped you to relax further. “Oh love, you’re so wet”, Remus mumbled, feeling the evidence of your arousal over your thighs which now coated his from where you sat. “How much does it hurt?” he asked, referring to in between your legs.

You wanted to lie and say it didn’t anymore, wanting to feel their cocks but you knew you couldn’t, having already received one punishment.

“It…it still hurts, but I’m so horny, I don’t know what do you!”, you were near hysterics with how desperate you were feeling, it felt like your core was incredibly heavy with tautness, desperate for relief but your actual cunt was still tender.

Remus began to steadily rock the two of you on the spot as James lay sweet kisses to your temple. You leaned into the feeling, savouring the sensation as each of them kissed a part of your body but it wasn’t enough.

“Please…”.

“Shhh Pup, I’m going to try and touch you but if it hurts you need to say”, Remus suggested, brushing his fingers over your stomach and between your thighs. It was only a gentle touch to your clit but even that caused burning hot sparks of pain, enough so that you flinched and tried to pull your hips away from him on instinct.

“That’s ok, I’m not going to touch you”, Remus calmly stated, kissing your temple and looking towards Sirius for some help.

Sirius leaned over to kiss your moist cheek, his hand gripped tightly in his hand as he muttered, “Im going to make you feel good Sweetheart”.

You weren’t entirely sure what he meant but then he was pointing his wand at your cunt, whispering a spell under his breath and it was almost an instantaneous reaction.

Your pussy tightened and you were cumming with one of the most intense orgasms you’d ever experienced. Aggressively rocking your hips with each shuddering contracting of your spasming, swollen cunt, nails harshly dripping into whoever you had grabbed. White lights flashed in your vision and finally, you were feeling that orgasmic high, even without being touched.

You were only half aware that you’d begun screaming, head slipping off Remus’ shoulder as you began dizzy and lightheaded. The feeling then began to fade as Sirius stopped the spell, you weren’t even sure how long it had been going on for but by the time your cunt had stopped squeezing around nothing, you were struggling to breathe through the intensity.

“Nice long breaths, that’s it, we’ve got you, Love”, Remus's voice spoke from next to your ears as he cradled your body. It took several minutes to even gather a single lucid thought that made sense, mostly just aware that you were mentally and physically drained.

The subspace you’d been in was still at the forefront of your consciousness, needing to feel all three of them, listening to their words of affirmation.

“Let’s get you up before you completely pass out”, James suggested, seeing your eyes dropping. The three of them helped you to the bathroom, mostly having to carry you as your legs didn’t seem to want to work after being fucked, punished, and then the intense orgasm.

In the bathroom, they helped you to the toilet before the four of you bathed, and you moaned greatly to the hot, soapy water that mellowed your aching body.

“I love you”, you whispered to all three of them.

“We love you too, Pup”, Remus mumbled against your temple before helping you out of the bath, wrapping your naked body in a fluffy towel, and carefully drying your body. James was then next to you, helping you into your favourite pair of fluffy pyjamas, making sure the shorts weren’t too tight to give your pussy space to still breathe and heal.

Helping you back into bed, the wet stains now vanished thanks to Sirius, you all but collapsed into the centre of the bed, half aware that someone shifted beneath you and other arms were wrapping around you in a strong cocoon. You weren’t sure who was where as you fell asleep within seconds but you knew you felt grounded and whole.

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MY DARKSHIP OCS 𝙋𝙤𝙨𝙩 1;

The James family

𝘾𝙒/𝙏𝙒 𝙁𝙊𝙍 ;

𝙉𝙤𝙣 𝙘𝙤𝙣 , 1𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙩 , 𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙢0𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙨

︴「INFO:」ˋˋ

𝘏𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘺 :

- 5'10 , 46 ♂️ , 🇷🇺 🇮🇹

- 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬i𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘯 + 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳

-𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘢 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦.

-𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘴

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣 :

- 5'8 , 15 ♂️ , 🇮🇹 🇷🇺 🇦🇷

- a serious dirtbag, probably has some type of issue

- standard bully (mainly to his little sister)

- has a good side.. 𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮.

Melanie :

- 4'0 , 7 ♀️, 🇦🇷 🇷🇺

- the sweetest little girl you'll meet tbh

- adorable and chubby, polite.. Pretty much a human babydoll!

- loves her father especially, she has mixed feelings about her brother.. But she loves him.

▪ The 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳 is Calvin, his younger sister is melanie, and their father is Henry.

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▪ 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙠𝙞𝙙𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙫𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙨..! (𝘾𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝.. 𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚.)

▪ 𝙖𝙨 𝙢𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖𝙨 𝙈𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜, 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙣' 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙙𝙪𝙢𝙗. 🌸

▪ 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙡𝙚𝙢 𝙘𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙙, 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙤𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙣, 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙖𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚; 𝙗𝙤𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙖𝙗𝙞𝙡��𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧.. 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙮!

︴ 𝑻 𝒉 𝒐 𝒖 𝒈 𝒉 𝒕 𝒔

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▪ 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙪𝙥 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙨 𝙞𝙛 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩!

▪ 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙥𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚, 𝙥𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙯𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝙐𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙞𝙩.

▪ 𝙖𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠, 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙚𝙡 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙖𝙩 𝙖 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.. 𝘼 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠. 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙬 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙢 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙣𝙤𝙧𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙪𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝙃𝙚𝙣𝙧𝙮 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚!

○ 𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙫𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙩 𝙤𝙙𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙟𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙨.. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧.. 𝙏𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠? 𝙎𝙤 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚, 𝙝𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙜𝙧𝙪𝙙𝙜𝙚. 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙜 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧! 𝙄𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙩.. 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙤𝙤 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙚 love 𝙝𝙚𝙧..

[lynnuvo]

Hi I hope I’m not bothering you but I just finished reading the reenactment fanfics and I was wondering if you’d be open to make one about “Princess and the Frog” or “Mulan” those are the only films that I remember the character having a more “got get it/work for it” attitude and relate a lot to that plus the yans would be interesting to read (to me at least I mean it’s ur writing not mine) anyway thx for the attention hope u have a great day and keep writing awsome fics :>

From 👻 anon

Hello 👻anon! Thank you so much for the touching compliment! I was wondering which fairytale to do next, so I'm glad you suggested either of those. Although it's been a long while since I've watched Princess & The Frog, I'm going to try my hand at that one since I love the story. For those who prefer a male yandere, don't worry! I'm planning on writing another version of this fairytale for you ღ

.·:*¨ ✘- It Takes Two to Tango - ✘ ¨*:·.

Characters: Yan!Charlotte x Female (Y/N) in Tiana's role In which Charlotte intends to take the only desire she can't buy: her best friend

A Tale in the Baking

When you reincarnated into your new world, you were sleeping soundly in bed with a young, blonde girl who wore a frilly dress that scratched your skin. You were pretty confused and somewhat panicked about your predicament: your childlike appearance drastically contrasted from the mature adult life you've been leading. It wasn't until the end of the week that it finally dawned that you were in the middle of the fairytale "The Princess and the Frog."

Your father, James, had passed recently. Your mother, Eudora, shared his dream of owning a restaurant to you several times already as she reminisced her late husband. Of course, you provided as much comfort as you could. Charlotte visited your home every two days, more clingy than you remembered her being in the movie (likely due to the event).

Now, while you weren't aiming to follow exactly in the true protagonist's footsteps, the prospect of owning your own restaurant sparked a fire in your heart. It was ridiculously difficult to try to own even a car in your previous world. However, there was a key difference in that world and the current one: your family was close with the La Bouffs, the wealthy family Charlotte is from.

As you grew older, you became a confident young woman who didn't dare let a soul deceive her in any way. Because your relationship with Charlotte also grew, you vowed to never let anyone deceive her as well. She was veracious and at times ill-mannered, but you knew deep down that she was also naive. You weren't sure of what the true protagonist did outside of what was told in her tale, but it was your story now. So, you defended Charlotte at every corner & convinced her to tell you of any hardships she had--or of anything, really.

Who knew that such actions intended to protect her would ultimately backfire?

Lollygagging

Ever since she was little, Charlotte dreamed of a prince coming to rescue her from trouble. She'd ramble on and on about this dream to you, who listened to her oh so intently. As time passed, this dream took a different turn. She pondered about it often, twisting the idea in her palm left and right while guys fawned over her.

One night, her father came into her room and introduced an opportunity of a lifetime: to marry Prince Naveen of Maldonia. She was ecstatic and agreed right then and there. In that same week, however, she began having second thoughts.

She visited the restaurant you worked at alone soon after. Picking up her sour mood, you took your break early and sat with her at a table, inquiring whatever was the matter. For someone like her to display such an downcast face in public was a rarity. She told you about her worries. Was marrying Naveen the right choice? What if he wasn't as great of a prince as she hoped he would be? What if she wouldn't be happy after all?

After comforting her softly, you chuckled and cheerily reassured her that everything would be well. Marrying him would mean she'd have both her best friend and the prince in her life!

(You were really hoping they'd get married. On top of Charlotte's happiness, the prince would be a great advantage in your career.)

Charlotte left the restaurant with a laugh, but your support left her heart heavier than before.

At the masquerade ball hosted by her father in honor of Naveen's arrival, Charlotte escaped to your side at every chance. As much as you loved her, her constant presence was disrupting the anxiousness you were trying to keep down. The story had already started off on the wrong foot. Where Charlotte was meant to introduce her potential relationship with her father Big Daddy was instead Big Daddy stopping by to eat with one of his clients at your restaurant, sharing the exciting news.

Once Charlotte darted into the kitchen for the eighth time that night with another excuse to talk to you, you gripped her by the shoulders, instructed her to be a good host and tend to her guests, and to not search for you until the night concluded.

Charlotte hated how you pushed away--hated hated HATED it. But still, she'd do it for you. She'd do it because you trusted she'd listen.

In the meantime, you waited in Charlotte's room until a frog jumped onto your balcony. You already knew you were going to be outbid for the mill (just like how it was in the fairytale), so you weren't wasting any time crying over a destined lost investment. When Naveen in his frog form entered the home, you rolled his eyes at his request to help him find a princess and agreed as long as he married Charlotte regardless of whatever was to happen that night. He had no problem with that.

Lucky for you, knowledge from your past life would serve your career well. You told Naveen that because Big Daddy was crowned Mardi Gras king recently, Charlotte would be a princess. All you two needed to do was to wait for the party to end.

Barely Lovely Triangle

As you suspected, Charlotte came running up to you after the ball had concluded. She chided you with tears in her eyes for leaving her alone for so long. You apologized, saying you only wanted the best for her and the Prince and that you being there likely would've prevented any action from her towards him. She begrudgedly agreed before going on to share how wonderful the dance was. She'd never danced like a royal until that day.

You nodded and "uh huh"-ed and dropped compliments as she talked. Once she concluded, you asked her to please listen to what you were about to say. She guessed the matter had to be serious enough for you to possess such a tone, but she hadn't expect an explanation about the frog beside you.

She pointed at him, a corner of her lip lifted in uncertainty. "So he's a prince, the one I was just dancing with was a fake, so I have to kiss that him to bring the prince back?"

You nodded. "Yup. Do you believe me?"

"I....I do. But what's going to happen to the fake one?"

"He'll be exposed in no time. Please, Charlotte? For me?"

Oh, you know she can't resist any request if it's for you.

Naveen, truth be told, transformed right then and there, into a dashing human of royal blood. After talking about you three's lives for a little while, he bid farewell and wished to meet you and Charlotte again soon. Knowing better now, Naveen kept his distance from danger, and low and behold, Lawrence--the man who had disguised as Naveen with the help of an evil talisman--was arrested for fraud.

Surprisingly, that was the start of a friendship trio. You, Charlotte, and Naveen hung out together every now and then in different locations. Of course, you and Charlotte remained closer than ever, but you were relieved to at least have a breath of fresh air. You didn't really have that many friends in city because you were so engrossed in either work or plotting against a destined marriage you didn't want. You were especially glad that Charlotte and even her father weren't keen on getting Charlotte married as soon as possible. Maybe with how things turned out, you no longer needed to worry about the fairytale's plot.

Too bad Naveen eventually falls in love with you anyway.

His proposal came during one of those days where only two of the three in the group were hanging out together. He happened to stop by your restaurant as you finished your shift and offered to walk you home after stopping by another location. You accepted, but you later wished you didn't once the proposal at a beautiful park happened. You rejected him kindly and reminded him that he had a duty to fulfill, and that was marrying your friend. He apologized. You felt bad, but you weren't in love with the guy! Plus, you wanted that restaurant of yours more than anything in that world. No man was going to stop your dream.

You shared what happened the next day to Charlotte at her house. In contrast to the rant you expected from her, she was...eerily calm. She inquired about the person who has your heart, and to that you told her you didn't have anyone. She nodded and recommended you stay away from Naveen for a bit. Men can take rejection quite rough was the summary of her small spiel about men this and men that. And according to her recommendation (even though you were planning to anyway), you didn't pay Naveen's business any mind. He didn't come around as often.

Over the next couple weeks, Charlotte would visit your home more often to hangout. She'd bring up the topic of romance a couple of times, but your answer remained the same: your love was for her and the restaurant you wished to own.

You'd ask about her and the prince every now and then. Her answer was the same: she wasn't as sure about marrying him anymore.

Love is the Secret Ingredient

At last, Naveen's proposal came in the privacy of a beautiful park with a pavilion and crispy lake. He had set up a picnic for Charlotte and him. They chatted as they ate, and once they concluded their afternoon meal, he popped the question.

Although Charlotte had convinced herself for days that she must accept for her dear friend, she just couldn't.

"I'm sorry, but...I don't think I can do this."

To say Naveen was disappointed was an understatement. Not only did the real thief of his heart reject him, but his business partner and friend also did. Charlotte felt guilty, but imaging herself being stolen away from you was a nightmare! And imagining you being stolen from her.....

Without a proposal to the wealthiest family in the city, Naveen was lost. He had arranged the marriage with Big Daddy to combine their influential powers (Big Daddy's wealth & Naveen's royal title despite being casted out by his family). Luckily, you arranged for him to work with you--to start him on the path of someone in your class.

Charlotte, of course, hated it.

She got an earful from Big Daddy for her rejection, but she didn't care. He would soon lose interest in the proposal as well anyway. After all, she was a Daddy's girl, and he wanted her happy.

Charlotte walked you home almost every work day. Her constant attention made you worry for her own health, but she was a ray of sunshine around you. How hurt could she be?

Soon, Naveen stopped showing up to work. The manager told you that Naveen told him he had lost motivation to work and quit. You were stooped, but when you went to visit the hotel he's been staying at since coming to the city, the receptionist shared that he left two night ago.

Charlotte told you that he happened to overhear her talking about a wealthy friend she had in another city. She arranged for him to go meet and live with the friend at his request.

You scowled with a heavy heart. "Wow. He didn't even bother saying anything to me. How shallow."

Charlotte pouted. "Yeah! He dare he! Guess it's just back to us again, huh?"

You smiled. "Yeah. You get me, Charles."

Adoration flowed through her veins. She was worried you might catch some strange aura off of her, but she wasn't lying. The situation was just premeditated. Within a week, Naveen should arrive at the hotel Charlotte had pointed him to just to find out her friend (she gave her a fake name, of course) had already left that hotel present day's tomorrow. There was no way he could afford the trip back to New Orleans. His entire trip to get there was funded by Charlotte herself.

Two months passed before a letter arrived in your mailbox. The mill that you had lost during Charlotte's ball was bought from the previous owner, and the lawyer inquired if you still wanted the property. You didn't waste any time meeting with them. You intended to sign it over to yourself, but the lawyer suggested another property--one that was more spacious and had much more potential. He offered it at the same price, just as long as you took one or the other. You accepted the second option.

Charlotte was elated to see how thrilled you were. Because you used up most of your savings on signing over the new space, she offered to help renovate the place using her money with refusal for objects. She even asked if she could work for you whenever she had time! You couldn't help but be grateful for your dear friend. You were typically too busy for other friendships, but never too busy for Charlotte.

From then on, life was like a fairytale. You worked your butt off at your new restaurant and taught Charlotte the ins and outs of active involvement. She loved it. She loved working with you. She loved watching you negotiate with hagglers and host events to promote the place. Because you were often exhausted by the end of the day, she suggested (quite strongly) that you and your mom move into her home. It was safer that you come home with someone, and her house was so big, you'd have all the privacy you want!

(Don't expect much privacy from her, though).

Suitors weren't a rare occurrence. You became quite a sought after individual as your business grew. But Charlotte knew how you felt and ensured anything causing your stress was taken care of. You tell her everything, after all!

And of course, she tells you (almost) everything. No boy ever became a problem after Naveen. And like always, despite her new insecurities towards being involved in the "working" part of business, no one was to bring her down. For instance, Charlotte overheard an employee of yours discussing her lack of tack to a chef. She mumbled about it to you over dinner, asking if she was a burden to you. The next work day, the employee praised her progress more than twice in one shift.

One night, you both decided to have a sleepover in Charlotte's room. Trying on different dresses and watching movies had tired such pretty girls out. Laying in her bed, you brushed some blonde locks away from her gorgeous face. "You know Charles, these days, I feel like you're my only true friend."

Charlotte giggled and cuddled closer into your arms. "I'll always be silly. Even if the world crashed, we'll have each other to rely on. No one else!"

"You're absolutely right. No one else."

As she drifted off to sleep in your arms, you continued to brush her hair with a smile on your face. Running a restaurant was hard work, but gambling your luck on Charlotte was even harder. It was a relief she didn't reject Naveen due to affections for another guy. As long as you continued to open your arms out to her, you'll be fine, life would be bliss.

[not-jeguluses]

✾ lips like lightning, skin so sweet

pairing: james potter/regulus black rating: explicit  featured tags: f/f, scissoring, light bondage

summary: "Regulus is doing a good job at being the cool girlfriend. She doesn't raise her voice or ask for too much. It's taking a lot of practice, but she would do anything to keep Jamie around. Game night is an expected conflict with that."

for @jeguluskinktoberr day 8 : angry sex — now on AO3 ೋღ ✿ ღೋ

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♥ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ нσυѕє ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩﮩـ٨ﮩ♥

~JAMES WILSON~

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~RAFE CAMERON~

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~STILES STILINSKI~

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~TOM RIDDLE~

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~JIM MORIARTY~

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ᗰIᑎE

~SHERLOCK HOLMES~

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ᖇEᗩᗪY Oᖇ ᑎOT

ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀʜᴇʀᴏᴇꜱ

~BARRY ALLEN~

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ᖴᖇᗩᑌᗪᑌᒪEᑎT KIᔕᔕ

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ᕼIGᕼ I ᒪOᐯE YOᑌ

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ᑎIGᕼT, ᗷᗩᗷY

ᖴOᒪᒪOᗯ ᗰE

[bruisedboys]

james potter who is patient with you when you get flustered and shy around him. he encourages you to take ur time but then that’s just worse because he’s too sweet for you.

dies. he definitely does this

summary: james is patient with shy!you

shy!fem!reader 0.8k words

James is being particularly touchy today. His hand on the small of your back as you roam the stores, an arm around your shoulders as you wait in line.

You think he’s trying to make you feel safe. You do feel safe. You always do, with him. Only, his incessant touching is more flustering than he knows. You’re burning up by the time you get to the last store. It’s worse when you realise the only thing left on your shopping list is new bras, underlined twice because you’ve been needing them for two weeks now. It’s not something to be embarrassed about, but you get embarrassed anyway.

James is blabbering on about how long the two of you had to wait in line for doughnuts when you stop walking and turn to him.

“James,” you interrupt.

He stops walking, too. Almost walks right into you but saves himself by grabbing your elbow before he steps on your feet. “Yeah?”

“Um. You don’t have to come into this store with me, if you don’t want to.”

James looks puzzled. He squints at the store and what it sells. Then he zeroes in on the list held limply in your hand. Something like realisation washes over his pretty features.

“Oh,” he says. He looks back up at you. He doesn’t look awkward, not even a smidge. You envy him for it. “You don’t want me to?”

He doesn’t mean to guilt trip you but you get guilt tripped, anyway. You don’t want to make him leave just because you’re embarrassed. It wouldn’t be fair.

“Well, no. I mean, yes, I want you to come,” you say, your words all muddled and breathless. “But I’m just …” Embarrassed, says your face. Shy.

James smiles like he understands. All soft and gooey. Enough to make you melt like a popsicle in the sun. “I get it, angel. You’re embarrassed, yeah?”

You nod. Even admitting you’re embarrassed is embarrassing. It’s awful. James makes it less so.

“Well,” he says measuredly. His hand slides down to your forearm and squeezes. “There’s no reason to be embarrassed … you know? But if you want me to wait out here, I will.”

You shake your head. “No,” you say quickly. He’s got this way of unraveling you with words. The touching helps, too. “It’s okay. You can come.”

James beams. “Okay, baby. You sure?”

You match his smile as best you can. “I’m sure, Jamie.”

You lead the way into the shop, afraid if you don’t do it now you’ll back out. You weave through racks of dresses and tops and pants until you reach the bra section. It’s a lot more intimidating than you’d initially thought. Worse with James here, holding your hand and standing so close you can smell his cologne. You stand at the end of the aisle and swallow.

“I’m glad I came,” says James jovially. You look up at him, puzzled. He’s already grinning down at you. “Now I can help you choose, pretty girl.”

Heat rises to your cheeks so fast it’s alarming. As if you weren’t already flushed enough.

“James,” you groan.

James raises his eyebrows as if he doesn’t know exactly what he’s doing. “What? You don’t want my help? I think I have pretty good taste.”

He tugs you further into the aisle until you’re surrounded by lacy bras and picks one from its rack before you can stop him. He turns on you and holds it up shamelessly.

“What d’you think?” He asks seriously. It’s pale pink with a tiny bow in between the cups. It’s pretty. Maybe James does have good taste.

You’re about to say so when he holds it up to your chest as if imagining you wearing it. “It suits you,” he says, looking at you from under his lashes.

“James,” you bemoan. You push his hands away and flush furiously, your face and neck hotter than a furnace.

James laughs boyishly. You’re so glad he finds your shyness amusing. He must see the anguished look on your face because he quits laughing and steps back into your space, cupping your face with one hand.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers. It’s hard to obey him when he’s looking at you so earnestly. Big brown eyes and long, thick lashes. His inky curls tumbling over his forehead. You nod because he’s too pretty to say no to.

He grins and kisses your forehead before pulling away. You miss him being so close but then you don’t. You think you might pass out if he ever gets that close to you in public again.

“Do you like this one?” He’s asking, holding up the pink bra still in hand. “I’ll find your size and you can try it on, yeah?”

“Okay,” you say quietly. You get the feeling the heat in your cheeks won’t go away for a long while.

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[itscherrylipsforme]

Characters I write for

The list is always open to changes. You can ask me if I would write for characters who are not in the list and I will see what I can do. This means author personal favourite and this that I am open to write smut for them.

Really into them right now: Jason Todd, Jacaerys Velaryon, Billy Butcher, and Henry Winter

ღ Harry Potter: Sirius Black, Regulus Black, Theseus Scamander, Bill Weasley and James Sirius Potter

ღ Marvel: Bucky, Loki, Charles Xavier, Logan Howlett, Matt Murdock, Peter Parker and Miguel O'Hara

ღ DC: Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne (aged up)

ღ Star Wars: Obi-Wan, Han Solo, Din Djarin, Poe Dameron and Ben Solo

ღ The Hunger Games: Sejanus Plinth, Coriolanus Snow, Finnick Odair, and Gale Hawthorne

ღ House of the dragon: Cregan Stark, Aemond Targaryen, and Jacaerys Velaryon

ღ Riordanverse: Luke Castellan, Leo Valdez and Jason Grace (both aged up)

ღThe Chronicles of Narnia: Peter Pevensie and Caspian

ღ Bridgerton: Anthony Bridgerton, Benedict Bridgerton, and Theo Sharpe

ღ Peaky Blinders: Thomas Shelby, and Duke Shelby

ღ Challengers: Art Donaldson and Patrick Zweig

ღ Others: Billy Butcher (The Boys), Henry Winter (The Secret History), Morpheus (The Sandman), Jake Seresin (Top Gun), Minho (TMR), Paul Atreides (Dune), Rodrick Heffley, Dodge Mason (Panic), River Cartwright (Slow Horses) and Donald Ressler (The Blacklist)

This account does not support J.K Rowling and her transphobic ideas. Trans women are women

[kquil]

THE LAKE : HALL OF FAME

DISCLAIMER: this used to be my libaray but i believe that writers i admire and the specific works i adore and want to 'archive' deserve their own place ; I've turned this post into my 'hall of fame', full of writers that i admire and love reading the works of -- i will update this soon!

LAST UPDATED : 18/09/2024 | (dd/mm/yyyy) -- mini update, changed to hall of fame

WRITERS ⏤who i adore reading all the works of; you should definitely check out their works too or else you are majorly missing out!

@luveline : if you haven't read this goddess' works yet, you need to hop on over right now! her blog is a little piece of heaven on this platform i swear to god! you have not yet lived if you haven't read her works yet and since i like to spread the love im not going to gatekeep her!

@astonishment : Mal is the reason im obsessed with james potter, she's a babe...if you adore james too, then you haven't fully committed yourself to loving him until you've read all of Mal's works! reading her works is right of passage, i tell you!

@robynlilyblack : a heaven sent angel who writes with gold ink, love and all the beautiful things in the world! Robyn writes for more than the marauders so you're guaranteed to get fed!

@ddejavvu : mei is the soul that keeps on giving, i have lost many a nights to reading her works and i have no regrets! she can have my life, my soul, my everything. when you go to feast on her amazing fics don't forget to say your please and thank yous!

@livinginshambles : i discovered her work when i was doing my 1k milestone and i binged everything! yes im behind on requests now because of it but i have no regrets! her fics are so worth it! to me, they are the perfect balance of angst and fluff! you will never be disappointed when you read her works, she writes phenomenally and her plot ideas are perfectly executed! i wanna write angst and fluff like her!

A/N : this is just the beginning, more appreciation will come soon! also, do i or do i not have immaculate taste? ღゝ◡╹)ノ♡

NAVI.

[rpersearch]

⏳In search of various historical and fandom plots.

Heya! 23 year old female here in search of long term writing partners for a FxM pairing with you playing as the male character! If you recognize this ad, please give it another like because I ended up having to make a new account after getting locked out of my messages.

writer must be:

* 21+

* Okay with using Discord for our roleplay

* Open to dark, nsfw and mature themes

* .·゜゜·

some of the historical eras I’m looking for:

* Vikings / Medieval Europe 

* First half of the 20th century (1900s-1950s)

* 18th century colonies/Europe

* And more

fandoms and characters I’m looking to write against:

* Peaky Blinders - Thomas Shelby

* One Piece - Shanks, Law, or Mihawk

* Outlander - James Fraser

* And many more

feel free to interact with this post if you’re interested or have any questions! ღ

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[A smart reader, you say?] [William James Moriarty, Sherlock Holmes.]

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“It can wait. For now, I just want to be with you only.„

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“I convinced Ruki and Yuma, just for you!„

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