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lotuseaterarchive · 8 months ago
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kate spade purse ♥︎
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yourverygirlyrockstar · 8 months ago
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coquette rockstar
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pandoras-prison · 5 months ago
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unknownn-girl · 9 months ago
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indigohoney08 · 11 months ago
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Im probably more on the right side. Wbu? ☺️
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vampcrue · 3 months ago
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⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧˚ “you’re my little sparkle jump rope queen, you’re my little sparkle…”
── Put Me In A Movie, Lizzy Grant.
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omg-hellgirl · 3 months ago
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Angie Bowie photographed by Terry O'Neill as a french maid, 1973.
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diamondtrashangel · 2 months ago
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moonstruckme · 1 month ago
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hi lovie!! i was wondering if i could request a poly marauders band au x reader smut (preferably fem, but gn is also fine!!) where james, sirius, and remus are rockstars and they have a gf who is very girly with like the pinks and mini skirts and bows y’know. i literally have no plot, just cute gf and poly marauders band au smut LOL. sorry if this sucks, but i am CRAVING more poly marauders band au fics on here so bad. thank so much if u do write it!! xoxo
Thank you for requesting <3
cw: smut mdni, fingering, praise, some voyerism
rockstar!marauders x coquette!reader ♡ 894 words
There aren’t very many doors that lock backstage. So while a lot of the time dating rockstars means fancy restaurants and first class flights and giant, plush hotel beds, currently you’re being finger-fucked in a bathroom stall for lack of better options. 
“Angel,” James laughs, nose smushed against your cheek, “you know I love your sounds, but you’re going to have to be quieter than that.” 
You stifle a moan that turns into a whine. You’re honestly not sure how much of the work of keeping you upright is being done by your legs at this point, and how much is being done by James’ fingers buried in your cunt. You’re tugging anxiously on the curls at his nape, your own neck arching as you’re razed from within. 
James always has an excess of energy before shows. Lately, he’s found a new favorite way of working it off. Last week he’d dragged Remus into a storage closet, then last night Sirius had emerged from the boys’ dressing room looking even more rock-and-roll than usual, and tonight he’d plied you with kisses until the next thing you knew a stall door was being locked behind you and your panties were being pushed aside under your skirt. 
You suppress a moan as his thick fingers plunge deeper into your cunt, biting down on your bottom lip. Your fingers drive into his shoulders. 
James pushes your cardigan off your shoulder with his free hand, drawing the strap of your tank top down with it. “What do you need this for, hm?” 
“It’s always cold in here,” you manage. His hand finds your breast, squeezing the way he knows how. You push your forehead into his, and James smiles, giving you a conciliatory kiss. 
“Are you cold now?” 
You shake your head against his. He laughs, kissing you again. 
“Good.” You’re sure he’s the only thing keeping you up now, his hand under your skirt and your back propped against the wall. “Least I’m good for something, huh? I can keep my girl warm.” 
You have every intention of telling him he’s good for much more than that, as soon as you can find the words. You hear the bathroom door open before you get the chance. 
You go instantly quiet, covering your mouth with a hand and trying to steady your breathing, but James’ fingers keep moving in and out of you all the same. 
“James?” Remus calls. “You in here?” 
You sag with relief. 
“Yeah,” James says back. “S’it just you?” 
“Why?” Sirius’ voice rings with faux hurt. “Do you not want to see me?” 
“Just making sure.” James reaches over, unlocking your stall. 
“The stage manager’s got his knickers in a twist,” Sirius says as he opens the door. “He thinks you’ve run—oh. Hi, gorgeous.” 
You hide your face in James’ neck. You hear Remus chuckle as James rubs your back, half soothing you and half wrecking you as his fingers spread inside you. You make a stymied keening sound. 
“Do I need to go find him?” James asks. 
“No, probably not.” Sirius’ interest is palpable. You open your eyes to peek over James’ shoulder, and a wicked grin tilts his lips. “He seems like he’s just uptight. Having a good time, babydoll?” 
You imagine it’s a rhetorical question, but James’ fingers work another pleady whimper out of you anyway. Sirius’ eyes light, and Remus comes closer, kissing your bare shoulder. 
“Are you helping Jamie out, lovely girl?” 
“Think it’s the other way around,” you pant. James laughs. 
“No, make no mistake,” Sirius shoots you a wink, “this is one hundred percent selfish of him.” 
“‘nd I appreciate it.” James smears a kiss over your lips. “I would’ve liked to eat her out, but there wasn’t anywhere to put her down.” 
“I am not lying on the bathroom floor,” you say again, just in case he’s getting any ideas. It doesn’t sound very authoritative when your voice wobbles at the end of it, your orgasm looming. 
Remus coos, sensing your ascent. “You’ve got it,” he murmurs, kissing your shoulder again. “You look so pretty all worked open like this. Doesn’t she look pretty, Sirius?” 
Sirius hums, giving you an appreciative up-down. “Yeah, you really ought to have known this would happen when you put on that skirt, sweet thing.” 
James grunts his agreement, and then you’re tipping over the edge. Remus helps keep you from slipping down to the bathroom floor as James brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean. 
“There you are, good girl. That felt good, didn’t it, dove? Jamie?” 
“Fuck yeah,” James confirms. When your focus comes back to you, you can see the large, insistent bulge in his pants. 
“Here,” you mumble, reaching for his zipper. You start to drop to your knees, but Remus catches you, urging you back up. 
“I’ve got it, lovely,” he assures you. “So long as you don’t mind. That way Sirius can fix your hair before we have to go out.” 
You frown. “My hair?” You touch the back. It appears you’d lost track of things while you were being driven into the bathroom wall. Your bow is crumpled, your hair tangled around it. “Shit, how bad is it?” 
James offers you a half-sheepish grin. 
“It’s fine, baby.” Sirius takes you by the hand, leading you towards the mirror. “It’s rock and roll.”
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mycherriesandwne · 9 months ago
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my weakness
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lotuseaterarchive · 8 months ago
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Naomi Campbell : On the Phone
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yourverygirlyrockstar · 8 months ago
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me fr
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bloodycorpze116 · 8 months ago
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unknownn-girl · 9 months ago
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₊˚⊹⋆ the way your hair come down, it make you look older
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eroticlamb · 4 months ago
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poison ivy from the cramps , unknown source ₊ ˚ ⊹ ♡
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valledeliria · 1 year ago
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