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Fine Dining - Jayce x Reader x Viktor

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Continuing on from Seconds but not strictly a series. Can be standalone.

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Viktor invites you and Jayce for dinner and asserts dominance.

F/M. 18+. NSFW. Sex. Creampie/Cum Eating. Fingering. Footjob.

A few days had passed since the friendly feud became more competitive. In the meantime, you had been intimate with both Jayce and Viktor separately but had not yet had a chance to be together. Tonight would be different. Viktor had invited both you and Jayce over to his room for dinner. He had specified that he was going to cook something special. You dressed yourself smartly, adding some seductive finishes - you were almost certain that tonight would end in sex. 

You got there half an hour early. You liked to be on time and punctual, knocking on Viktor's door eagerly.

“(Y/N)! You are early, come on in” Viktor was wearing an apron around his waist over his clothes. 

You had brought a bottle of wine for the table, and you handed it to him. 

“Compliments to the chef” You smile. 

“This will go beautifully with dessert” He kisses you to show thanks, “You look beautiful (Y/N). You are going to give Jayce a heart attack.”

“And not you?” You ask flirtatiously.

“I’m very admiring of your beauty, but I have something special planned if you will allow me.”

You are curious. 

“Oh yeah? What is your plan?”

“Excuse yourself after the main course and meet me in the kitchen, sous chef.”

Viktor swoops back in for more kisses, making sure to hold his hand away to maintain his cooking hygiene - he was very methodical in the kitchen. He used his other hand for balance though when cooking, his hips against the countertop provided some stability.

“It’s torturous not being able to put my hands on you.” 

 There is a knock at the door. Viktor pulls away and uses his elbow to push down the handle. 

“Jayce! You are early, come on it.” He kisses Jayce too, ushering him inside.

From behind his back, Jayce produces a bottle of wine. You had picked up a crisp white, Jayce a fruity rosé. 

“For the table” He announces. He places it next to your bottle as Viktor heads back to the kitchen.  Jayce wraps his hands around your waist, pulling you into a romantic position in his arms. 

“You look perfect.” He kisses you passionately. His hands begin to wander. 

“Already?” You tease. 

“Get a room!” Viktor shouts from the kitchen.

“I have one V, it’s yours” Jayce replies.

There’s a low chuckle from the kitchen. The room smells delicious. Viktor reappears, this time with a wooden stand for the table. As he places it down, you see it is filled with crusty thick bread and different cheeses. There are small tomatoes and salad and a balsamic dip on the side. 

“Appetiser!” He proudly proclaims. 

As he finishes laying it down, he fills the wine glasses. Viktor had timed the kitchen management to a fine science. He sat at the table, the entrée cooking at perfect rate while he sat to enjoy his starter. You sat next to Viktor but opposite Jayce, the spare chair at the table had been removed and placed in the kitchen.

“V this looks brilliant.” Jayce comments, picking up some bruschetta and assembling some toppings. 

“It really does Viktor” You add, “You have outdone both of us.”

Viktor feigns blushing, shrugging off the compliment, “anything for my guests”.

You talk over the food, drinking the wine and relating how each of your days had been. It is a very warm environment, loving even. Everyone is happy and merrily becoming a little bit drunk. Jayce had forgotten the feud he had started the few days prior - Viktor had not. 

It was in no way unfriendly or territorial, they were both aware of the sharing agreement they had over you. In fact, they were intimate with each other separately too, it was just the dynamic that was interesting. Who took what position and when? They usually took turns switching and trying new things, but now things were competitive, you enjoyed seeing the jealousy taking control. 

After your adventures the other day, you had had to wash your face using the lab’s emergency eye wash system before going home as you didn’t quite have the confidence to be seen in the state you were in - at least not by someone who wasn’t Viktor or Jayce.

You had finished your appetisers and Viktor excused himself to prepare and serve the main course. When he had left the room, door still ajar and conversation full audible, Jayce made his move. 

Jayce switched seats to come and sit beside you, where Viktor sat previously. His hand was on your thigh, the other refilling your glass. 

“More wine V?” He shouted.

“Sure”

He poured into Viktor’s glass. His hand began to trail up your thigh, sitting itself at the very top of your leg. 

Jayce lowered his voice to a whisper, “I am going to eat you until you quiver after this meal.”

Your eyes were trained straight at his. His promise made it hard to swallow your wine, you were caught off guard.

“Is Viktor’s cooking not enough?” You answer, sipping your wine. It felt nice to have the two of them pining over you. 

“Even V’s cooking is secondary to the way you taste.” He charmed. 

His hand slipped up your dress, finding its place on the outside of your underwear. He briefly toyed with the outside of them. 

“I know you want it (Y/N).” He softly spoke into your neck. 

He nibbled at the sensitive skin there. His large fingers pulled your underwear to the side and played along the wetness of your lips. 

“I wonder who this is for? Me, or Viktor” He asked cockily, “I don’t think I mind who you think about”

He pushed into you with his finger. You grip the table and don’t bother attempting to stifle the moan. 

“You hear that V? She likes my fingers”

Viktor paused in the kitchen, grinning to himself. It felt good to hear your pleasure, it felt good to know Jayce was feeling pleasure. He stiffened at the thought. Viktor finished plating up the food, adding garnish to each of the bowls. He carried the first two out into the dining room. He could see from the way you are sitting that Jayce had a few fingers inside of you, you clutching to his forearm to keep the friction active and moving. 

“Don't stop. Please Jayce.” You moan out.

Viktor disappears and returns with the final bowl, completing the set table.

“Dinner is served!” He announces, taking Jayce’s old seat opposite you. 

Jayce pulls his fingers from you and admires the dinner served. He catches Viktor’s eyes before pushing the coated fingers into his mouth.

“Tastes amazing V”

“Thank you, its butter-braised zucchini”

“You know what I meant”

You try the food, and it is even better than the appetiser. You observe some jealous glances from Viktor. Under the table, you stroke his leg with your foot. 

“This is even better than the first course Viktor” You compliment. 

You mean it. You raise your foot higher, spreading his knees and resting it on his cock. He shuffles in on his chair, giving you a firm position to use to grind into him. You massage him with your heel, grinding up him and gently masturbating him through his trousers. 

Jayce adds, “V I don’t know what you put in your cooking but it’s like nothing I’ve ever tasted”

Jayce is waffling down his meal like it is the first thing he has eaten in forever. Viktor refuses to quiet himself, your pressure feels so good, why shouldn’t Jayce know about it?

“Right there.” He mewled, head backwards, obviously grinding into you.

Reactively, Jayce resumes his hand wandering and re-enters you. The two of them are making intense eye contact with each other and attempting to assert dominance via facial expression alone. As Jayce speeds up so does your grip on Viktor.

“Fuck her harder Jayce, she’s going to make me cum like this”

Jayce slows down. 

“Don't you have dessert to prepare V?”

A smirk falls across Viktor’s face and he removes your foot to stand and tidy away the plates. 

“How silly of me, how could I forget.” He answers. 

Jayce is speeding up now, forcing deep and loud moans to betray you. You feel yourself approaching your peak. You grab onto his arm, but he doesn’t slow. 

“Jayce I am going t- “

“(Y/N)! You promised me your presence in the kitchen.” Viktor happily shouts.

Jayce drops his rhythm, slowing and allowing you to shakily stand. You awkwardly wiggle your dress back down to where it was before he raised it. The sight of you doing so made him laugh. It was all mind games between the two men. You knew it wasn’t real jealousy, whoever came out on the bottom this time would only inevitably cum harder the next time. 

You enter the kitchen, Viktor stands, cock in hand. 

“Bend over the counter” He demands.

You do as you are told. The counter is cold, and you feel Viktor hiking your dress back up to where it was before you readjusted. With no warmup - Jayce did that for him - he enters you, stretching you in one thrust. 

“Viktor!” You cry out. 

Viktor reaches around to hold his hand over your mouth. He muffles your cries from Jayce. 

He whispers into your ear, “Be obedient and take it quietly.”

Viktor is fucking you furiously at a pace you have never seen before, using you as a counterbalance to stabilise himself, thrusting into you, over and over. Jayce can hear an unusual quiet, and if he listens very closely, there’s a fast wet slapping noise. He drinks more of his wine, filling his glasses back up. 

“Refill anyone?” He calls over.

Viktor removes his hand from your mouth, prompting you to reply. 

“Yes please” You choke out, desperately concealing your pleasure. 

Viktor doesn’t stop thrusting. He places his hand around your neck. 

He leans to lick at your ear, “I’m going to cum in you, (Y/N). And then, you are going to serve yourself to Jayce.”

Your eyes roll back. You brace yourself on the counter as his pace quickens and his thrusts start to become mistimed. 

“Fuck” He shouts as he unleashes, filling you completely and deeply. 

He pulls out quickly, no doubt to ensure he doesn’t start dripping out of you immediately. He guides you by holding your back, walking you to the dining room, his cock still exposed and wet with the residue of the two of you. 

“Sit on the table” He commands, patting the serving mat in front of Jayce. You do so. 

“Spread your legs and pull up your dress” He continues. You open your legs.

“Now eat your dessert, Jayce.” He demands, finally. 

Jayce is stunned. Viktor knots his hands into the back of Jayce’s hair, holding him firmly. He pushes down his head to meet your entrance, his tongue being forced forwards, scooping inside of you. He laps at you hesitantly. Viktor laughs at him from behind. 

“How does she taste?” Viktor asks.

Jayce pulls his face back up, and when he does so, a string of yours and Viktor’s cum trails between his face and you. He is covered. 

“As good as ever V” He grins. 

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The Games We Play (NSFW)

Pairing: Agatha Harkness x Rio Vidal x Reader

Summary: Caught between the sharp wit of Agatha and the teasing charm of Rio, you find yourself pulled into a game of desire neither woman is willing to lose. What starts as playful flirtation soon turns into a heated rivalry, each vying for your attention in ways that leave you breathless.

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Why choose between them when you can have them both fucking you? At the same time?!?!

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, smut, Top Agatha, Top Rio, Agatha is possessive, Rio wants to annoy her, fingering, strap-ons (Rio & R recv), double penetration

Words: 3.8k

A/N: Agatha All Along Week Day 2: Non-Magic AU. Got a request for more dp and ended up here, enjoy my darlings 🙃

AO3 | Master List

The city is soaked in endless rain, a moody fog hanging low over the streets as late fall chills the air. Nestled in a corner of the neighbourhood, your used bookshop café glows warmly against the gloom, a small haven for anyone who appreciates the scent of old pages and overpriced espresso. It’s there, in this cosy retreat, that two very different forces of nature pull you into their orbit.

The bell above the door chimes every evening at 7 PM sharp, signalling the arrival of Agatha Harkness, a sharp-tongued philosophy professor from the nearby college. She always orders the same thing: a dark roast, black, no sugar, because “sugar is for optimists,” as she likes to quip with a sardonic smirk.

Everything about Agatha is deliberate, from the way she speaks to the way she holds herself. She’s always clad in sleek, dark coats, her presence commanding despite her quiet demeanor. Her dark brown hair frames a face that often looks amused or unimpressed, depending on the conversation. Her utterly sunny disposition has earned her a reputation, but you’ve grown fond of the way her sharp blue eyes soften when she’s particularly pleased by your banter, even if she’d never admit it outright. Your conversations often stretch into closing hours, always layered with her dry humour but carrying an unspoken warmth she likely doesn’t give to just anyone.

Then Rio Vidal walks into your life—Agatha’s supposed lawyer “friend” and a stark contrast to the reserved professor. Rio is vibrant and magnetic, her smile practically a weapon as she leans against the café counter in her tailored grey blazer, the pop of crimson lipstick drawing your attention more than you’d care to admit. She flirts easily, her voice smooth and teasing as she pretends to be scandalised that Agatha’s “hiding you here all to herself.” Rio makes you laugh, makes you flustered, and from the second she enters, it’s clear the tension between her and Agatha is palpable. Her smile is a little too knowing, her gaze lingering a little too long. She introduces herself with a teasing lilt to her voice, her eyes flicking between you and Agatha as though she’s already noticed something brewing.

It doesn’t take long before the sparks start to fly—and neither of them bother to hide it. Agatha’s sharp words cut through the air whenever Rio flirts too brazenly, but Rio just thrives on it, firing back with sultry remarks that make your cheeks burn. It’s a game neither of them will admit to playing—a battle for your attention that leaves you flustered and dizzy every time you’re around them.

You get Agatha’s number first, scribbled onto the back of a receipt after she offhandedly mentions sending you a book recommendation. “For when you have time to expand your horizons,” she says, smirking as she slides the paper toward you. A week later, Rio casually hands you her card with a wink. “Just in case you need representation,” she purrs, her tone low enough to make your breath hitch.

Where Agatha’s bluntness cuts, Rio’s flirtation smolders. And you? You’re stuck in the middle.

—

The first real crack in the tension comes on a particularly rainy evening. Agatha is nowhere to be seen, and Rio arrives alone. She catches you during your break, claiming a seat near the back where the two of you can speak in relative privacy. Her attention is sharp yet playful as she leans in closer than necessary while accepting her coffee. Her fingers brush against yours, lingering just long enough to make you wonder if it’s intentional.

“You’re wasting time on Agatha, you know,” Rio murmurs, voice smooth and dripping with amusement. “She doesn’t know how to have fun. Me, on the other hand…” She trails off, letting the implication linger like the heat in her gaze.

You can’t help but blush, torn between intrigue and loyalty to the professor, who’s been a quiet constant. Before you can think of a reply, the bell above the door jingles. Agatha arrives, her expression turning stormy when she sees Rio still there, laughing with you.

“Don’t you have somewhere to be, Rio?” Agatha says, her voice cool, clipped.

“Not tonight.” Rio grins, practically daring her to lose her temper. The two women exchange barbed words like practiced fencers while you try unsuccessfully to calm them down. It ends with Agatha leaving abruptly, her coat snapping behind her as she slams the door behind her. The echo of the bell leaves you feeling confused and guilty.

—

That night, your phone buzzes with a message from Rio, her words sweet but edged with her usual brand of mischief. “You okay, sweetheart? You deserve someone who doesn’t run at the first sign of competition.” Before you can respond, a sharp knock at your door startles you.

It’s Agatha.

She stands on your doorstep, soaked to the bone, rain dripping from her dark hair and coat, but her usual sharp edges are dulled. Agatha looks at you with something softer—guilt and regret etched into her features. “I overreacted,” she admits gruffly, as though the words hurt to say. You step aside, letting her in.

You let her in, guiding her to the couch as you make tea. She’s quieter now, vulnerable in a way you’ve never seen. She stares into her mug, her voice quieter than you’ve ever heard it. “I don’t share well,” she says, her gaze fixed on her hands. “The idea of Rio pulling you away..." She trails off, shaking her head, but you can feel the weight of what she isn’t saying. Agatha, for all her bravado, is afraid of losing you.

For the first time, her walls crumble. She admits how much she enjoys your presence—that you’re a rare bright spot in her otherwise cynical world. The night stretches on in quiet comfort, and by the time Agatha leaves, you’re left with a strange warmth in your chest and even more confusion about what you feel for both women.

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The next evening, Rio shows up unannounced at your apartment, somehow sensing that Agatha has gotten ahead. She leans in your doorway, all confidence and charm, coaxing you with teasing remarks until you let her in.

“You worry too much about her,” Rio drawls, settling onto your couch like she owns the place. Her smile is dangerous; her touches featherlight as she brushes hair from your face. “I could help you unwind, you know.”

Her voice, her smile—it’s all-consuming. The air crackles with tension, her gaze holding yours as she edges even closer. Before you can respond, there’s another knock at the door.

Of course, it’s Agatha.

The energy shifts entirely. Both women are there—again—and the room feels like it might ignite. Finally, you’ve had enough.

“Are you two done?” You snap, startling them both. “This back and forth—it’s exhausting. Either cut the games or go.”

Silence falls, heavy and electric. Agatha is the first to speak, her voice low and smooth. She steps closer, so close you can feel the warmth of her breath against your skin.

“You think we’d fight like this if we didn’t want you?” She murmurs, her blue eyes dark and unreadable.

Rio smirks, circling you like a predator, her tone sinfully sweet. “Maybe sharing isn’t bad, Agatha.”

The shift in energy is dizzying. Agatha’s mouth tilts into a smirk as she backs you toward the couch. Rio’s hand slips to your waist, her touch featherlight. Between Agatha’s steady dominance and Rio’s teasing charm, you’re completely unravelling under their combined attention.

The air in your apartment feels thick, a storm of tension swirling around you as Agatha’s dark blue eyes lock with Rio’s knowing smirk. You barely register your own breath quickening as Agatha steps forward, fingers curling possessively around your wrist.

“Enough games,” she murmurs lowly, her voice gravelly with restrained heat. Without warning, she tugs you firmly toward her, the movement decisive as you stumble against her chest. Her free hand tilts your chin up, her gaze scorching as she leans in, her breath ghosting over your lips—close, but not close enough.

“You’re coming with me,” Agatha whispers, a command dressed as a promise.

Before you can surrender, Rio is there, her hand snaking around your waist from behind, her grip firm as she pulls you back, your body colliding with hers. Her scent—something sharp and sweet—fills your senses as her lips graze the shell of your ear.

“Agatha’s always in such a rush,” Rio purrs, her voice playful, but her hands are far from idle. One settles at your hip, her thumb tracing lazy circles just above the waistband of your pants, while the other slides up your side, light and teasing as it makes your skin prickle. “Why don’t we slow down a little? I’m not done enjoying you yet.”

Agatha huffs—a warning—and moves to claim you again, this time grabbing you by the face with both hands, pulling you flush against her body. Her kiss is sudden and searing, stealing the breath from your lungs. Her lips demand everything, moulding perfectly to yours, and her hands grip your face like she’s daring Rio to interfere again.

And of course, Rio does.

“You’re so dramatic, ” Rio mutters, yanking you free with little effort. Her lips are on you the moment you’re in her arms, pressing slow, teasing kisses along your neck—each one softer and sweeter than the last, a stark contrast to Agatha’s possessive fire. Her fingers trail along the hem of your shirt, sneaking underneath to brush against bare skin, her touch featherlight.

“Tell me you don’t like this better,” Rio murmurs against your skin, her smile evident even though you can’t see it.

You don’t have time to respond—Agatha is already there, tugging Rio’s hand off you with a forceful glare. “Enough of this,” she snaps, her tone clipped but not cold. Her hands find your hips, guiding you toward your room

Rio only laughs darkly and hooks her arm around your waist once more, pulling you right back. “Not so fast, professor. I don’t remember letting you win.”

Their hands are on you—Rio’s touch teasing and playful, Agatha’s firm and commanding—as they drag you down the hall together. Your back collides with a wall, and Agatha is on you first, her hand braced above your head, her lips brushing over your jaw in slow, deliberate movements.

“You’re mine,” she murmurs against your skin, her other hand sliding up your side, fingers pressing into your ribs just enough to leave you dizzy.

“Greedy,” Rio drawls behind her, stepping in close. Agatha doesn’t get a chance to respond before Rio hooks two fingers into your belt loop, yanking you forward and breaking Agatha’s hold. Rio grins wickedly as she pulls you toward the bed—a teasing touch meant to frustrate more than satisfy.

“Don’t listen to her,” Rio whispers, her fingers grazing the sensitive skin just above your collarbone. “I’m the one who’ll take care of you properly.”

The room spins around you, your body trembling from the push and pull of their hands, their lips, and their possessive declarations. You feel like you might come undone from the weight of it—Agatha’s firm hold steadying you just as Rio’s teasing touch sends heat racing through you.

"Please,” you gasp finally, your voice cracking as they pause in their frisky fight, both sets of eyes snapping to yours. You’re panting, your body aching, your pulse roaring in your ears as you look between them—Agatha’s gaze dark and unreadable, Rio’s smile sharp with amusement.

“I—” You swallow hard, trembling beneath the weight of their attention. “I want both of you. ” Your voice drops to a desperate whisper, the words spilling out before you can second-guess them. “Please. I need both of you.”

The silence is deafening.

Rio’s smirk grows impossibly wider, her fingers trailing down your arm as she hums, her tone a mix of delight and challenge. “Hear that, Agatha? They’re asking for it.”

Agatha doesn’t smile, but something shifts in her gaze—an intensity that makes your knees weak. She steps closer, her hand finding your chin again as she tilts your face toward hers, her lips brushing against yours as she speaks.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” she murmurs darkly, her voice soft yet possessive.

“I do,” you plead, your words barely audible as your body arches instinctively toward her.

Agatha holds your gaze a beat longer, then—finally—her lips crash against yours, fierce and commanding, shoving you flat against the bed. Rio isn’t idle for long, though. She shoves Agatha off you, and her hands slide up your sides as she presses herself against you, her lips trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses along the side of your neck.

“You’re shaking,” Rio teases, her voice low, her fingers curling at your hips as Agatha’s kisses travel to your jawline. “We haven’t even started yet.”

The next moments are a blur of movement—your body pulled between Agatha’s dominance and Rio’s playful teasing as they undress you, their touches relentless and overwhelming. Agatha’s mouth leaves marks along your skin as she pins you in place, her voice low in your ear as she commands you to take everything she gives. Rio counters by digging her nails into your skin as she coaxes desperate sounds from you—sounds that only seem to ignite Agatha’s jealousy further.

“Stop hogging them,” Agatha snaps at Rio, though her voice trembles with her own restraint.

Rio only laughs, her hand sliding lower as she presses a kiss to your inner thigh. “I’ll stop when you stop being so damn territorial.”

Between them, you’re unravelling—your body trembling, your breath quickening, every nerve ending lit on fire from their combined attention. Agatha’s possessiveness grounds you even as Rio’s teasing ignites you, the two forces of nature working in tandem to overwhelm you completely.

Agatha's hands are firm on your hips, her weight pressing you into the bed as she straddles you, her body a constant presence that steadies the rising tension inside you. Her breath is hot against your skin, lips grazing your neck as her fingers trail lower, teasing your most sensitive spots. The mix of control and raw hunger in her touch has you spiralling, your body arching up instinctively.

Above you, Rio's voice is smooth, almost amusing, as you hear her rummaging through her bedside drawer, the sound of wood creaking under her searching hands. “Look, Aggie, they have one in your favourite colour,” she teases, her words lazy but somehow more tantalising with every syllable.

Your mind is too clouded, too consumed by the pleasure of Agatha’s touches to catch the nickname. It drifts past you, a sweet echo that you can’t quite grasp as your body trembles, electric heat coursing through you.

Your breath quickens as you feel the faint rustle of Rio undressing herself, each sound heightening the fire inside you. The air grows heavier with anticipation, your senses overwhelmed by the heat of the room, the pressure of Agatha's hands, and Rio’s presence just out of view. But before you can fully process the tension building between them, the bed shifts sharply.

With a sudden shove, Agatha is pushed off of you, the force catching you off guard. A breathless gasp escapes your lips as Rio takes her place, her hands gripping your hips and pulling you toward the edge of the bed, her body leaning over yours. Without a moment’s hesitation, she snaps her hips against you, thrusting your 6-inch smooth black strap inside, the movement sharp and forceful. The sudden, intense pressure forces a moan from your lips, your back arching involuntarily as surprise and pleasure mix. Her rhythm is unforgiving, each thrust deep and demanding, making it impossible to think of anything but her—her body, her control, the way she claims you in an unrelenting wave.

Behind you, you hear the sound of Agatha undressing, the rustle of fabric replaced by the unmistakable click of a harness. A shiver runs down your spine as Agatha slips into it with practiced ease, her presence looming like a storm cloud, the tension palpable.

She moves silently behind Rio, her steps deliberate, her presence casting a heavy shadow over the both of you. With a calculated push, she presses your 10-inch purple strap into Rio’s dripping cunt from behind. Rio's pace doesn't falter as Agatha slides in and out of her, the pressure between them increasing with every movement. The sound is intoxicating, and the combined force of them has your mind spinning—a dizzying mix of pleasure and anticipation as Agatha’s hands grip tightly onto Rio’s waist, guiding her in a new, deeper rhythm.

Your body is a live wire, every nerve on edge as the relentless pace drives you closer to the brink. The pressure builds unbearably, each thrust and touch pushing you higher, your senses overwhelmed, your mind barely clinging to coherence as you teeter on the edge of climax.

After a while like this, Agatha leans forward, wrapping a slender hand around Rio’s throat, lips grazing her ear as she watches you, her voice a low, possessive growl. “I want to fuck them now,” she says, the words cutting through the air with raw desire. Her eyes never leave you, a silent command in her gaze, and you know exactly what she means. The shift in the energy between the three of you is palpable—a dark, consuming hunger that promises to pull you even further into their control.

Both Rio and Agatha pull out at the same time, leaving you breathless and aching for more. The emptiness leaves a hollow craving in your core. Agatha moves to sit on the bed, her back against the headboard, a dominant yet inviting presence. She watches you with smouldering eyes, her hands resting on her thighs as she waits.

You’re unsteady as you move to straddle her lap, your body trembling from your arousal. A whimper escapes your lips as you lower yourself onto her. The sensation of being filled by her cock again has you gasping, the ache from earlier return at the depth of her touch. Agatha’s hands settle on your hips, guiding you as you start to move, her eyes never leaving yours, filled with desire and control.

Rio moves behind you, her presence a comforting pressure against your back as she gently slips a finger between your thighs. You gasp as she presses inside you, the stretch from both her and Agatha intensifying in the most delicious way. The fullness makes you gasp, your body quivering as you adjust to the sensation.

Once you're steady, Rio adds a second finger, pushing in slowly, and you can't help but moan at the added stretch, the sensation almost too much but in the best way possible. Your breathing is erratic as you adjust to both of them, the mix of pleasure and fullness making your mind spin. Then, as if they both share the same thought, Agatha's hands grip your hips, holding you steady as Rio adjusts herself behind you.

The feeling as you sink back down on both of the straps is overwhelming—each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. You feel every inch of them, every twitch of their bodies, and it’s almost too good to bear. The stretch is so intense, so deep, that your body trembles with every shift, every thrust. You feel stretched to the limit, your entire body taut with the effort of staying grounded. Agatha’s firm grip on your hips holds you steady, guiding you up and down, making you feel every inch of them, while Rio’s fingers come to circle your clit, the combination of their touches creating a perfect rhythm that has you gasping for air.

As Agatha pulls you further down, the fullness hits you again, each inch more delicious than the last. You’re teetering on the edge, your breath coming in ragged gasps, desperate and frantic as your body fights to adjust to the incredible pressure. You feel the tension build, winding tighter and tighter, until with one final, perfect movement, your body snaps. Your orgasm hits you hard and fast, waves of pleasure crashing over you, every inch of you alive with the sensation of being so full, so completely consumed.

“That's it, sweetheart,” Agatha murmurs, her voice low and steady in your ear, as her hands continue to hold you steady, guiding you through the aftershocks of your orgasm. “Let go for us.”

As the waves of pleasure ebb and fade, you collapse against her chest, your body trembling with the lingering aftereffects, your breath shaky as Rio gently pulls out, leaving a trail of your warm wetness behind. She presses a soft kiss to your shoulder, her voice a quiet tease. “You’re incredible,” she whispers, her breath hot against your skin.

Agatha’s arms wrap around your waist, lifting you off her strap, holding you close, and grounding you in the aftermath of it all. Her touch is soft, almost tender now, as she kisses your temple. “You’re perfect,” she murmurs, her voice filled with admiration and something deeper, more possessive.

You let out a soft, contented sigh, your mind still hazy but filled with a deep sense of satisfaction. In this moment, surrounded by them, everything feels right.

Agatha brushes a lock of hair from your face, her voice light but filled with something darker beneath the surface. “You know,” she says with a small smirk, “Rio and I had a feeling you’d be perfect for this... we’ve been planning it for a while now.”

Rio laughs softly, her breath warm against your skin. “Took us long enough to get you here, but I’m glad we finally did.”

You blink in surprise, your mind still foggy from your climax as the realisation sinks in. “You... planned this?” The words come out more as a breath than a question, your chest tightening as a mix of surprise and something else—exhilaration, maybe—washes over you.

Agatha chuckles, a playful gleam in her eyes as she tightens her hold on you. “We couldn’t resist,” she admits softly. “We both knew you were something special.”

Your heart races again, this time for an entirely different reason, and you can’t help but smile, a mix of disbelief and wonder settling over you. "I... had no idea," you murmur, a soft laugh escaping as the depth of their plans finally hits you.

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listen if I can write in a way where it was Agatha all along, I'm going to do it, she's such a little schemer

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let me know if you folks want to read my Band AU :P

[jji-lee]

mr. lee (donghyuck)

(MDNI)

smut , boss hyuck RAHHH , this hyuck , secretary reader , business company stuff idk stock market stuff HE'S A RICH BOSS CEO OKAY , a bunch of shit that is UNETHICAL , jealous hyuck , park jisung cameo yuhh , kissing ofc , a singular pussy lick , insane backshots , clothes sex ig? , creampie woop , unprotected sex (be smart ffs) , hair pulling , hyuck's kinda mean and degrading but in a hot boss way , the real warning is unpaid overtime (paid in dick) , inspo from my situationship and this request !

last time he checked, the intern's desk was on the opposite end of the office, a small dim corner, exactly where he belonged. so could someone please explain why he's been standing at your desk for half an hour talking your ear off?

the worst part is that you seemed to enjoy his company, giggling at his words, even throwing in a couple arm grabs when the joke was just that funny. what does an intern even know about funny? the only thing funny about him was that sad little thing he called his salary.

his tie seemed to suddenly be suffocating him, quick fingers working to loosen the fabric, an intern really y/n? did you have no standards?

your soft giggles were muffled, only your pretty smile being proof of some lame joke mr. park was telling.

he watched you like a hawk through the glass walls of his office, fist balled and leg shaking uncomfortably against his desk.

.

you and jisung jumped at the loud bang of mr. lee's door, your heads quickly turning to where he stood.

"go home."

jisung's eyes widened, his words coming out weak and stuttered,

"s-sorry?"

mr. lee rolled his eyes, his long legs pressing against his suit pants as he strode towards the two of you.

"i said- go. home."

he lifted his finger to point towards the elevator, his head turning slightly to tease jisung.

"you're the last one here, and instead of catching up on work you're deciding to flirt with my secretary who-"

he turned towards you, hands now coming to land at your desk,

"also should be catching up on work. isn't that right ms. l/n"

you bit your lip as you looked towards jisung's tense figure. your eyes only met for a second before mr. lee had lifted a folder in between your faces, a small scoff leaving his lips.

"please, while i'm asking nicely, go home park jisung. or i promise you won't have a job to come back to tomorrow."

jisung didn't even give it a second thought, grabbing his bag from your desk and bowing deeply towards you both before b-lining straight to the staircase.

mr. lee turned to you, a sarcastic smile on his face as he clasped his hands together,

"meet me in my office in 5 minutes."

you peaked from your desk to watch as he walked away, you were in so much trouble.

.

why was 5 minutes taking so long? maybe he should've said come to my office as soon as possible but that was definitely too desperate. not that he has anything to be desperate for... he just wanted to have a little talk on using your work time wisely, instead of flirting with some low grade intern.

he impatiently looked towards you desk, your soft eyes already staring towards his office nervously. he lifted his hand, gesturing for you to come. the scene was almost comedic as you scrambled to line up your paperwork, almost tripping as you rushed into his office.

.

you stood tensely in front of him, chest rising and falling quickly with each hesitant breath. your neat pencil skirt hugged each of your curves, white button down slightly unbuttoned revealing just enough skin to drive him insane.

you followed his gaze, hand coming up to quickly button your shirt.

"i- i have your paperwork mr. lee, i called our contractor but he said that he wanted to wait until mr. zhong approved, but he's on a business trip in-"

he raised his hand, your lips clamping shut,

"did i call you in for paperwork?"

you swallowed hard, fingers playing with the ends of the folders you carried,

"i just figured- since you said i had work to catch up on- i- i've caught up on everything-"

he knew you were competent, probably the most competent secretary he's ever had. he looked up at you, a small smirk playing on his lips,

"i didn't call you in for paperwork ms. l/n. i apologize if it seemed like i was questioning your work ethic earlier."

your shoulders relaxed, a soft sigh leaving your lips,

"i called you in to talk about your lack of professionally in the workplace."

your eyes grew wide as you stared down at him, you relaxed posture now once again tense.

"this is the third day i've seen you blatantly flirt with the intern for longer than half an hour. do you have any shame?"

"i- i- i wasn't flirting with jisu-"

"it's a yes or a no ms. l/n."

"no mr. lee."

his smirk grew, his legs spreading as he relaxed into his chair.

"no? you have no shame? ms. l/n likes flirting with that boy in my face?"

your head hung low as you waited for his next words, folders in your hands now slightly crumpled from your fidgeting. you heard him leave his seat, his black dress shoes coming into view as he stood in front of you.

he brought his hand up to hold your chin, lifting your head to look at him,

"be good and look at me when i'm speaking to you."

you nodded against his palm, his warm fingers burning your skin,

"yes sir."

his free hand moved along your hip and up to your shirt, tugging apart the button you had just fixed. his fingers slipped past you shirt, poking softly at your exposed skin.

"you know how hard it is to watch you flirt with a nobody when i'm right in here waiting for you?"

your eyes widened slightly, your hands now gripping his to stop the light tickling against your breasts.

"for- for me?"

he leaned down towards your ear, his breath hot against your skin,

"why else do you think i call you in here so often? time after time i tell you to come into my office, but the only time you show any interest is when you're talking to some low grade employee."

he released his hand from your grip, bringing it down to hold the back of your waist, pulling you against his chest.

"why are you so stiff with me? am i not worthy of your attention?"

your breath shuddered, hands now gripping the ends of his suit jacket,

"n-no that's not it mr. lee-"

"because you've clearly caught mine, how could i ever ignore this pretty girl, hm? so let me show you i'm worthy of your attention."

this was wrong. so wrong. but as he untucked your shirt, hands finding warmth against your bare skin, you couldn't help the soft sighs that threatened to spill past your lips.

"stop holding it in, let me hear you."

"thi- this is wrong mr. lee, we can't-"

his hands reached up to the back of your bra, fingers skillfully opening one clasp after the other,

"who said we can't? your boss?"

he chuckled into your neck, your body still tense in his grasp,

"come on baby it's just us."

he brought his free hand towards the end of your skirt, pulling it up to reveal your black lace panties. he tutted at you, an unimpressed expression on his face. his hand slid against the fabric, snapping the waist band against your skin,

"wearing this to work? were you expecting mr. park to see you in these?"

your grip on his suit tightened as he ran his hands against your ass, stopping to grab onto the supple skin,

"answer me."

"n-no sir."

he hummed in approval, hand moving past your ass and towards your core, his fingers softly pressing against your soaked panties.

"did you wear these for me then, hm? wanted your boss to see you in these? cause this pretty pussy clearly wants me, so who else would it be for?"

you couldn't help the soft whimpers that left your lips, your hands moving up to hold onto his shoulders, your legs weakening at his touch.

"no-nobody else sir, just- just you."

he chuckled as you melted against him, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you up. he leaned down to plant a kiss on your lips, soft and reassuring,

"you're in control baby, just say no and i'll stop okay?"

you reached your hands up to cup his face, pulling him back down to press your lips against his.

this kiss was different from the one before, your actions giving him the confirmation he needed. his grip against your body was tight, pulling you impossibly closer to him as he licked into your mouth. he pulled away grinning as you chased after him, a small whine leaving your lips,

"so needy baby."

he pulled you towards his desk, quickly pushing away any paperwork that has been splayed on the surface,

"mr. lee!"

he rolled his eyes at your shocked expression,

"you're practically dripping on my floor ms. l/n. there are bigger issues to deal with right now than some- fuck- shut up and turn around."

you listened to his orders, gasping as he pushed you against his desk, his hand firm against your back,

"sorry-"

he rubbed your back soothingly, his clothed length now pressing against your ass, watching as your juices stained his pants,

"shh, it's okay baby, look at you, you're just begging to get fucked."

you winced as you felt a harsh slap land against your ass,

"like that? i can see you squeezing your thighs, don't hide from me."

he slipped his fingers past the waistband of your panties, pulling them down to hang at your ankles. the groan he let out was animalistic, hands immediately spreading your ass to get a better look,

"shit- got the prettiest pussy i've ever seen-"

you lifted your leg slightly, squeezing your thighs together as he got down to lick a stripe up your cunt, savoring the taste of you,

"and so fucking sweet too- jesus."

your turned you head as you heard the buckle of his belt, his fingers quick and impatient as he released himself from his confines, length slapping against his stomach.

"like what you see?"

the smirk on his face was borderline mocking, his hand coming down to pump his length. you bit your lip, wishing it was you wrapped around him instead. his smirk only grew as you pushed you hips back towards him, slightly arching your back.

he pushed his bare length against your heat, leaning down to press his weight against your back. his hand wrapped around your hair, pulling your head to the side so he could get close to your ear,

"didn't think you'd be so desperate ms. l/n. want your boss's cock that bad hm? want me to fuck you? teach you how to behave at work?"

you grunted in response, his hips rocking against your core,

"yes, yes. want you so bad mr. lee, so bad."

you felt his hand move down to grip the base of his length, angling himself to push his swollen tip against your entrance,

"say that again for me, say, 'want your cock so bad mr. lee, need it'"

you could hear the smirk in his tone, the tip of his length already stretching your walls,

"want your cock, mr. lee- fuck- need it so bad."

"close enough."

he filled you up in one swift movement, the stretch making your eyes water. you let out a gasp, hand reaching for the corner of his desk for support. his hips were pressed hard against your ass, hands gripping your waist to keep you in place,

"shittt, got the sweetest little pussy, you're sucking me in so good baby- fuck-"

he pulled his length out of you completely, his tip pressing at your entrance again before he snapped his hips into you. you shook against his desk, strangled moans filling the room as he repeated his movements, over and over.

he ran his hands up your back softly, stopping them to hold onto your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin roughly,

"don't move, be a good girl and take me."

he picked up in pace, the sound of skin slapping growing louder. your eyes were squeezed shut as you gripped onto the desk, his name leaving your lips like a prayer. you grunted as he slammed his hips into you, his body coming down to lay against your back,

"say my name baby, wanna hear you say it, say donghyuck."

he brought his arm down to wrap around your hip, fingers pressing hard against your clit as he rocked his hips against you,

"fuck- fuck, you're so deep donghyuck please, please i'm so close."

"just like that baby, so good, so fucking good for me."

he used his free hand to grab your messy hair, his other still working against your sensitive bud. you were a blabbering mess under him, a mix of curses and his name, his real name, spilling out of your lips, your head was glued to the desk as his hips picked up in pace.

"shit- how are you getting tighter?"

his dirty words filled your ears, your core squeezing impossible tighter around him as you felt your stomach tighten. you turned to look at him, his suit was a mess, sweat building all over his body, his tie practically falling off of him. his eyebrows were knit together, bottom lip stuck in between his teeth as his eyes focused on where your bodies met. the image of him was more than enough, your thighs squeezed together as your head hit his desk, your mouth hanging open in a silent scream.

his hips never faltered, grip on your hair only tightening as he continued to fuck you, your body grew limp against his desk, his laugh mocking as he watched you twitched under him, his fingers still moving quickly against your clit,

"hyuck- donghyuck- 's too much, please, please."

you squeezed tightly around him, a groan leaving his lips as you moved your hips away from him. he moved his hands to grip tightly at the skirt that was bunched at your waist, keeping you in place,

"don't fucking move- or i swear, fuck."

you whined against his desk, spit dripping from the side of your mouth as he slammed into you, chasing his own high. your whimpers only led him on, your fucked out face making his stomach tighten. his perfect little secretary, laid out on his desk, begging for his cock, what a dream.

you tightened around him, overstimulation making your core ache,

"please hyuck, please, want you to fill me up so bad, cum inside me please, please."

your begging was what finally set him off, his hips stuttering as his cum spilled into you, a strangled groan leaving his lips as he hunched over you, pulling you close.

he laid his forehead on your shoulder blade, his light pants warming your skin,

"fuck-"

he slapped your ass lightly,

"don't do that."

you giggled as he huffed against your back, his length softening inside your pulsing walls. your body was weak against his desk as he slowly pulled out of you, his cum dripping onto his floor. he reached forward to spread you open, watching as you clenched around nothing.

"i'm firing mr. park tomorrow morning for even thinking he could touch you."

you groaned at the feeling of him squeezing your ass, body growing sore.

"mr. park? who even is that?"

you heard him chuckle as he reached for some tissues,

"smart girl."

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[fairytaleendingss]

hiiii!! i lurved your writing in the roommates fic so much and wanted to request a little something if you're keennnn. . .

i was thinking of this poly!marauders thing, where a reader who has previously been in a bad relationship (the extent of the bad up to you) gets into a relationship with the marauders and keeps trying to "test" their limits only to be met with patience and love. maybe leading to jumpiness from the reader as they feel it's all going to go south but it just never does? mayyyybe hurt/comfort and reassurance?👀👀

thankyouururu ofc no pressure 💕💕💕💕 love your work again

Thanks so much for the request hun! Sorry I've been a bit slow in responding but hopefully you enjoy!

Summary: Your ex boyfriend used to get mad at you for the littlest of things and you begin to wonder whether your new relationship will be the same.

Pairing: Poly!Marauder x fem!reader

CW: Talk of toxic relationships, reader being extremely insecure in her relationship, allusions to sex (only mentioned), brief mention of Sirius' abusive childhood, a disgusting amount of cheesy pet-names.

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It started in a Tuesday night. You'd come home from a long shift at work that afternoon and had been so exhausted from the day that you decided to take a nap. You knew your boyfriends would all be home a little later and you figured you'd shut your eyes briefly and then get up in time to make them dinner before they arrived.

You had all moved in together only a month ago but you'd quickly slotted into routine when it came to chores. Despite all working weird hours at your respective jobs, it seemed that you were all able to fall into a steady rhythm, naturally configuring to each other's schedules in a way that just seemed to work.

So when you woke up a few hours later to the sound of the front door unlocking, you were sent into a full blown panic. You jumped out of bed frantically and rushed to the front door to see Sirius and James enter, chatting animatedly amongst themselves. Your heart was racing as a jolt of guilt pierced your stomach.

In the back of your mind, you could hear the voice of your ex boyfriend.

"You're so worthless, y/n! You always mess everything up."

Tears sprung to your eyes as you hurried into the kitchen, quickly filling a pot with hot water and throwing it haphazardly onto the stove.

Hearing the clanging of pots and pans, Sirius and James were allerted to your presence. However, they grew concerned when they walked into the kitchen to see you wiping tears from your eyes as you frantically gathered the ingredients to make pasta.

"Hey darling, what's going on?" James asked, reaching an arm out to grasp your wrist gently.

He cupped your face in his walm palms, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe the tears from your cheeks while Sirius peered over his shoulder, looking like a kicked puppy at the sight of your distress. '

"Please don't be mad," you choked out. The concern in their eyes did nothing to loosen the vice of guilt that was clasping itself around your heart.

"Why would we be mad, lovely?" Sirius stepped forward, resting a hand ever so gently on your shoulder, like he was scared you'd crumble under his touch.

"I wanted to make you dinner before you got home but I fell asleep and now your here and I haven't done it."

There was a moment of silence before James barked out a laugh. You furrowed your brows in confusion.

"Is that all this is about? Geez, love, you scared the shit out of me. I thought something was wrong."

You blinked up at him, perplexed by his response. "But I wanted to do something nice for you and I ruined it!"

"You didn't ruin anything, angel," Sirius cooed. "How about I give Remus a call and he can pick up some Chinese on the way home?"

"Sound's good to me," James responded keenly. Then he turned back to you.

"In the meantime, why don't we go and cuddle on the sofa for a bit. I could use it after the day I've had."

He guided you towards the couch but you couldn't help but glance back towards the mess you'd now made in the kitchen.

"But-"

"No buts," Sirius stated firmly. "I'm calling Remus right now. You go and relax."

Eventually you relented, however, you couldn't stop replaying the interaction in your mind. Even laying in bed that night, curled up with your boyfriends, stomachs full of takeaway, your mind went over the scene.

You couldn't fully comprehend what had happened. You just didn't understand it. Your previous boyfriend would never have let you get away with something like that.

He would've yelled at you, called you stupid and lazy and stood over your shoulder while you made his meal to make sure you didn't burn anything in your haste. That's just how things went. You looked after your boyfriends and when your failed, you got in trouble for it.

Only, Sirius and James had seemed so... understanding? Something about it made your heart stutter with unease. Maybe they were mad, you thought, and they were just too tired from work to tell you off. Maybe they were saving it up for the next time you had an argument.

Whatever it was, it twisted unpleasantly into your gut. Remus was also quiet tonight, he was probably mad at you for making him pick up food on the way from work and wasting his time. Maybe he was giving you the silent treatment, putting a distance in between you as a form of punishment.

Subconciously, you rolled over towards him, where he was nestled beside you and you felt him throw an arm over your waste, still it didn't serve to bring much comfort in that moment.

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The next morning, you expected them all to confront you. To sit you down and reprimand you for your failure the night before. However, the blow never came.

Instead, they got dressed as usual, ready for work and one by one planted a kiss on your lips as they walked out the door. You supposed you should've been relieved but something in the back of your mind wouldn't let you. You couldn't shake the feeling there was something else at play here, some resentment building inside of them just waiting to burst out.

You couldn't help but wonder what it would take for them to snap.

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The next time it happened was on Friday. Sirius wanted to take you out to a trendy new restaurant that had opened down the road and you'd all been very excited.

You wanted to make sure you looked amazing for your boys tonight which meant spending over an hour sifting through your wardrobe to find the perfect outfit.

At one point you pulled out a red dress you'd bought to wear to your friend's bachelorette party. It was short and tight and hugged all your curves perfectly. You pulled it from the wardrobe and tossed it aside instantly. You'd never worn in in front of the boys, but your ex always said it was inappropriate for you to wear in public while you were in a relationship and that it made you look like a hooker.

You paused then, for a moment, turning to glance at the piece of fabric where it lay on the bed. You bit your lip as you examined it and a silly idea crossed through your mind.

You knew in an instant it was a dumb thing to do, to test your boyfriend's limits like that, but a nawing curiosity plagued at you. In a moment of confidence, you slipped the dress on.

Walking, down the stairs, you braced yourself for impact. You were well prepared to be told you looked slutty, and that you'd have to change before leaving the house. You had a second, more conservative outfit layed out on the bed, ready for a quick change. But you just had to know for sure.

The boys were waiting for you as you walked down, all dressed up nicely. Their eyes widened when they fell on your form.

"Wow!" Sirius blurted, looking like his eyes were about to burst forth from his skull. "You look..."

You cringed. You knew they wouldn't like it. "Is it too revealing?"

James shook his head. "No baby, not at all. You look amazing."

You were taken aback by the comment, even moreso when Remus agreed with him.

"You look beautiful, dove," he complimented softly. "Besides, it's not up to us what you wear. You could go out in a paper bag for all I care and you'd still be the prettiest girl in the room."

Heat rose in your cheeks at his statement. "Really?"

"Absolutely!"

You're gaze then fell back to Sirius, who was standing in front of you, mouth agape, still at a loss for words as he stared at you.

You felt embarassed then. You shouldn't have gotten your hopes up with the other boys. You should've known it'd be Sirius who objected. He tended to be the most protective of the three of them.

"You don't like it?" You questioned unsteadily, already turning on your heel, ready to go back upstairs and change, when Sirius suddenly grabbed you by the waist.

"No, no, baby. I love it."

He pulled you towards him, eyes ablaze as he looked you up and down.

"You look so sexy. I think you should dress like this all the time."

A small smile formed on your face as you looked up at him. He licked his lips deviously.

"Alright, down boy," James teased, claping a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder. "We've still got to make it through dinner yet. You can rip her clothes off when we get back."

Sirius rolled is eyes dramatically.

"Oh alright then," he turned back to you briefly. "But get ready baby, because tonight I'm going to rock your world."

"Keep it in your pants would you? We're about to go out in public," Remus huffed, shaking his head exasperatedly and James all but dragged Sirius away from you. Remus then held an arm out for you to grasp.

"Shall we?" He asked, looking down at you fondly.

You nodded shyly, as the two of you headed towards the door.

Well, this definitely wasn't the response you'd expected.

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You're next opportunity came just under a week later. Friday night had been very very fun but you still couldn't get the thought out of your mind that something was wrong.

You couldn't wrap your head around why the boys had been so nice to you. You're ex boyfriend would never let you get away with as much as you had. Surely there was something that would drive them over the edge. Anxiety niggled at the back of your mind. You felt on guard all the time over the last few days, like you were just waiting to find the thing that would trigger the walls to come crashing down around you.

You were laying on the couch, scrolling through TikTok when James came into the room, holding a bag of his dirty gym clothes.

"Hey, darling," he placed a kiss to your forehead. You responded with small smile.

"Shall I put this in the laundry basket for you to take care of later?"

You froze, a thought flashing through your mind. You knew he didn't mean anything by it. You always did the laundry, the boys just expected it. The same way that James always washed the dishes, Sirius vacuumed the floors and Remus took care of the dusting.

However, you couldn't help but wonder what he'd do if you didn't do it. Would he yell at you? Threaten to leave you?

The thoughts swirled in your mind. James rarely ever got properly angry. He was a good communicator and able to laugh things off for the most part. But what if you did something to really piss him off?

You had to know. You had to be able to prepare yourself in case it happened again.

"Why don't you do it yourself?"

You were surprised by the sound of the words as they came out of your mouth and you were immediately filled with guilt. You never spoke to your boyfriend's like that. Especially not sweet, loving James.

He raised his brows, startled by your response. He stood there for a moment, processing what you'd said.

Now I've done it, you thought. You bit your lip anxiously as you braced yourself for the fallout.

Then, James' features softened. He dropped the bag down on the floor and came to crouch by your head. With a gentle hand, he reached up to brush some hair from your forehead, eyes swimming with concern.

"Is everything okay, my love?" His tone was so affectionate that it made you want to cry. "Are you feeling unwell?"

You shook your head, continuing on with your ploy but confused about his response.

"N-no. I just don't feel like doing it today."

You shuffled away from his touch slightly, unsure of what his reaction would be.

James just smiled sympathetically. "That's okay."

"It is?"

He nodded sweetly. "Of course! We all need a break sometimes. You do the laundry every day, it makes perfect sense you'd be growing tired of it."

Your eyes widened.

"Don't worry about it, lovely. I'll take care of it today."

He plopped a sloppy kiss on your cheek and then stood up, whistling to himself as he scooped his bag off the floor and ventured into the laundry room.

You lay there in silence for a few moments, not 100% sure of what just happened.

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It was two in the morning and you were laying awake in bed thinking. You had been laying there for a while, a plan formulating in your head. You slowly lifted Sirius' arm off you where it was splayed across your stomach and wiggled your way out of bed.

You were lucky that James had requested to take the middle position this evening, otherwise your mission would have been a lot more challenging.

You crept towards the kitchen, your feet light on the floor as to not alert any of the boys (Sirius was a notoriously light sleeper).

You took a deep breath as you made your way over to the pantry, moving towards the shelf you were looking for. The shelf that contained Remus' chocolate stash.

You hesitated. Was this a dumb idea? You'd seen Remus get mad at Sirius just a week ago when he'd stolen some of his chocolate. You knew that this was going to set him off.

But you just had to see. You had to know what would happen when they got mad at you. You couldn't stand the anticipation anymore.

Determinedly you grabbed a couple of mars bars off the shelf and quickly ate scoffed them down. Then you returned quietly to bed, knowing Remus would definitely notice in the morning.

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"Okay, who ate my chocolates?"

You shrunk down on the couch, quickly becoming nervous at the irritation in his tone.

"Sirius, was it you again? Because I swear to god I told you last time-"

"It wasn't Sirius," you piped up, saving your boyfriend from an unwarranted scolding. "It was me."

The boys all turned to look at you, and slowly you met Remus' wide eyes. You braced yourself once more.

"Oh," he said. "Okay."

You looked up at him like he had two heads. "Okay? Aren't you mad? I stole your chocolate Remus."

He chuckled. "Dove, you bought me that chocolate. You can have some any time you like. We can get some more in the next grocery run."

"B-but you were so mad at Sirius..."

He flopped himself down on the couch beside you, running a hand affectionately through your hair. "Yes, because Sirius does it all the time just to spite me."

"It's true," Sirius called from his spot on the love seat.

"He hides it as well sometimes."

"What can I say?" the boy teased. "You're cute when you're mad."

Remus just rolled his eyes. "Anyway, darling, if your hungry, you're welcome to have some. I'm happy to share. You don't have to sneak it in the middle of the night."

You sat there in shock for a moment, not quite sure what to say.

"Oh, okay. Thanks."

You gave him a tight lipped smile but inside, the anxiety still bubbled on.

--

Over the next few days, you'd done many things to try and get a reaction from them. You came home late from work without telling them, you "forgot" to lock the front door after leaving the house, you even left all the lights on when you went to bed, something you knew Remus couldn't stand.

However, the worst you ever received was a gentle reminder. Instead of reassuring you, it made your stomach churn. Why were they being so nice all the time? Surely they had some kind of ulterior motive.

When the weekend came around, you decided you finally had enough. It was time to pull out the big guns.

"Hey love, do you mind making us a cup of tea?" Sirius had questioned innocently as you all sat huddled together, watching a movie.

"Of course," you'd responded, jumping up from the couch.

You'd put the kettle on and were removing the teacups from the cupboard when a horrible thought crossed your mind. These were Remus' mother's teacups. The ones he'd kept after she'd passed away. The other boys were so protective of Remus, you knew this was going to illicit some kind of reaction.

You took a deep breath.

CRASH

The teacup clattered to the floor, smashing into hundreds of pieces that scattered across the white kitchen tiles.

Regret consumed you the moment that you did it. Oh God, you thought. What had you done?

You immediately crouched down in an attempt to collect all the pieces and tears began to flood your eyes. The voice of your ex played in your mind once more.

"You're so pathetic. Look at yourself right now. How is anyone supposed to love someone as stupid as you?"

You choked on a sob as you heard the sounds of your boyfriend's footsteps rushing towards you. James got to you first.

"Sweetheart, is everything okay? We heard something break."

You looked up at him, the concern on his face and more tears came to your eyes. You choked on a sob when you realised that this was it. They'd probably break up with you when they saw what you'd done.

"I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry," You choked out. "I know how much you loved these teacups Remus."

You spared yourself a glance towards his face. You expected him to look angry or upset or hurt but instead he just looked... worried?

"Dove it's okay," he walked towards you. "But you need to get off the floor, lovely. I don't want you to get cut by the glass."

You looked up at him with wide, tear-filled eyes. "What?"

"I can help, I've got slippers on," Sirius stated and in a swift movement, he was lifting you up off the floor and setting you down on the counter, away from the dangerous shards.

This only caused you to sob more. Why were they being so kind?

"Why are you crying doll? Did you cut yourself?" Sirius asked gently, assessing your face with a hand cupped around your cheek.

You shook your head and sniffled pathetically.

"Then tell us what's got you so upset," James pleaded, looking like he wanted to cry himself. He was always the most sensitive of your boys.

You took a shaky breath. "Why won't you get mad at me?"

Remus looked taken aback. "Why would we be mad at you, dove? It was just an accident."

You sniffled and shook your head. You were on the verge of hysterics now.

"No it wasn't! I did it on purpose. You were supposed to be angry."

"What are you talking about?" James questioned, running a gentle hand along your back. You shrugged away from the contact.

"You're all too nice to me!" you exclaimed. "No matter what I do or how much I stuff up, you're always so kind about it! You're supposed to be angry sometimes!"

"Sweetheart," James murmured. "It's because we love you. Nothing you do will ever change that."

"Really?" you questioned unsurely.

"Of course, dove," Remus confirmed.

You looked up to Sirius to see that he was now looking down at you with a glisten of anguish in his eyes.

"So this is what's been going on? You've been testing us?"

You bit the inside of your cheek. You supposed he was right and suddenly you felt stupid for putting them through all you had for the last few weeks.

"I'm sorry, I'm a terrible girlfriend."

All of a sudden, you were smushed against Sirius' chest.

"No your not. You're wonderful," he muttered into your hair. "I understand, you know? I did the same thing when I ran away to James'. I just wished I picked up on it sooner."

"It's okay," you murmured, your tears finally beginning to slow. "It was silly."

"It wasn't silly, if it made you upset," Remus chimed in.

"Yeah darling, and you know you can come to us with anything? If you're feeling upset about something we want you to tell us," James added.

"I know," you sighed, pulling back from Sirius so you could look at all three of the boys. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, doll. What about this? We promise we will be honest with you if we're ever upset about something so you don't have to worry."

You nodded.

They smiled at you. And for the first time in a while, you're ex's voice vanished from your mind. You didn't need to worry about him anymore. You had your boys, and that's all you needed.

[dinoofcoffeechaos]

Yaz is the queen of card games

Darius is the king of video games

Never let them team up in a game it is only going to end badly

You should draw the n6 playing uno or something!

I think this one deserves its own thing because the idea of them finding a card deck in the jungle and just sitting on the ground playing is really funny to me

[ferngle]

Could you maybe draw the offensive classes (Scout Soldier and Pyro) having a art and crafts bonding day?

offense class my beloveds <333 i had alot more ideas. but energy go kablooey

[pinep-ne]

For the Charthur doodle/one-shot requests: Based off some of your headcanons, it'd be really cute to see a scene where someone else stumbles on Charles and Arthur sleeping together and watching Arthur try to very carefully get up without waking Charles.

meanwhile in shady belle...

[surielstea]

Early Morning Passion

Based on a request!

Pairing: Azriel x Fem!Reader

Summary: Azriel and reader share an intimate and passionate morning together, tired and tangled between bed sheets.

Warnings: 18+ Smut | praise | worship | p in v | creampie (possibly, I don’t remember)

A.Note: Supposed to be a drabble, is far from it so apologies I guess? Or rather, you’re welcome :)

3k words.

I awoke to the familiar warmth of my mate's lips trailing soft, lazy kisses along the curve of my jaw. His hand rested possessively on my hip, fingers splayed wide, while my leg lay draped over his torso as though it had always belonged there. The other hand, gentle as ever, sifted through my hair, his touch soothing and reverent.

I stirred, the haze of sleep clinging to me as I cracked one eye open. "G'morning to you too," I murmured, my voice rough and thick with sleep, the corners of my lips tugging into a small smile.

"Good morning, love," he replied, his voice low and rasping, a sound that settled deep in my chest. His hand drifted from my hair to my jaw, his thumb brushing slow, languid strokes over my skin.

"How long've you been awake?" I asked, stifling a yawn as I nestled closer, tucking my head into the crook of his neck.

"A few minutes," he said softly. His breath ruffled the hair at my temple, his voice carrying that delicious morning rasp. His hair was a disheveled mess, but to me, he looked impossibly perfect—like this was where he was meant to be, and where I was meant to wake.

"I love you," I whispered into the warmth of his skin, the words as natural as breathing.

He shifted beneath me, his hands firm but tender as they grasped my hips and drew me fully atop him. My legs fell to either side of his lap, our bodies now flush. His smile was radiant, the edges softened by sleep, his hands trailing beneath my shirt and up my spine, where his fingers pressed into the soft flesh of my waist. The possessiveness in his touch made my heart stutter, but it was the love I saw in his eyes that unraveled me completely.

"I love you too," he said, his voice a quiet promise.

Unable to resist, I leaned down and pressed my lips to his, soft at first, savoring the taste of him and the warmth he radiated. But as his hand slid further up my back, his other holding me securely in place, our kiss deepened, his tongue brushing over my bottom lip in a silent plea. Without hesitation, I parted for him, and our tongues met in a slow, intoxicating dance.

The kiss was unhurried yet full of need, each movement conveying the depth of our connection. My hips shifted of their own accord, rolling against him, and I couldn't bite back the soft whimper that escaped me.

He smiled against my lips but didn't pull away. Instead, his grip on my waist tightened, grounding me as he guided my movements, his hands firm but reverent. The friction sparked a delicious warmth that pooled low in my belly, and I gasped his name against his mouth, the sound barely more than a breath.

He swallowed the sound, his lips and hands devoted to setting me alight, his gaze heavy-lidded but full of something raw, something eternal.

Azriel's hands slid lower, resting at the curve of my hips, holding me steady as I rocked against him. My breaths came quicker, mingling with his, as the warm friction between us built-in lazy waves. There was no rush, no urgency—just the two of us tangled together, savoring the quiet intimacy of the morning.

"Stay with me, just like this," he murmured, his lips brushing against mine, his voice like silk, low and heavy with love. His thumbs traced slow circles into my skin, grounding me.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whispered back, my heart swelling at the way he looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world that mattered.

He shifted slightly beneath me, his hands guiding my hips to roll again, drawing a gasp from my lips. The slow burn of arousal had begun to spread through me, and as I looked down at him, the soft glow of early sunlight caught in the golden flecks of his hazel eyes, leaving me breathless.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he said, his voice thick with emotion, his hands sliding up to cradle my face. He kissed me again, deeper this time, his lips moving with a tenderness that made my chest ache.

Without breaking the kiss, his hands moved to the hem of my nightgown, lifting it slowly, his fingertips grazing my skin and leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. I sat up just enough for him to pull it off entirely, letting it fall somewhere beside us. His eyes roamed over me, reverent and unhurried, and when he met my gaze again, his smile was soft, full of love.

"I want to take my time with you," he said, his hands returning to my hips, his touch steady and reassuring.

"You always do in the mornings," I replied, since night was an entirely different story. I leaned down to press another kiss to his lips, letting my own hands trail along the strong, corded muscles of his bare chest.

His hands slid down to the curve of my thighs, his thumbs brushing over the sensitive skin there. He shifted us gently, rolling until I was beneath him, his body pressing into mine. He kissed me again, his lips exploring the line of my jaw, the curve of my throat, the delicate hollow of my collarbone. Each kiss was unhurried, full of devotion as if he had all the time in the world to love me.

"Azriel," I breathed, my hands threading through his messy hair, tugging gently to pull him closer.

He smiled against my skin, his lips brushing over the soft spot beneath my ear. "I know, love," he murmured, his voice sending a shiver down my spine.

His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the waistband of my panties. He hesitated, his eyes meeting mine, silently asking for permission. I nodded, my breath hitching as his hand slipped beneath the fabric, his touch warm and sure.

The way he touched me was everything—gentle, slow, and utterly consuming. He knew every inch of me, every place that made me gasp and shudder, and he worshipped me with his touch, his kisses, and the whispered words of love that fell from his lips like a prayer.

Azriel's lips returned to mine, slow and languid, as his fingers explored beneath the waistband of my underwear. His touch was light, teasing, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of me. I gasped softly against his lips, my hips shifting instinctively toward his hand, silently begging for more.

"You're so sensitive," he murmured, a soft, adoring smile tugging at his lips as he watched me beneath him. His fingers brushed lower, grazing where I was already warm and aching for him. "So perfect."

"Az," I whispered, the word trembling from my lips as he pressed the heel of his hand gently against me. The pressure was just enough to send a spark of pleasure through me, and I arched into his touch, my hands clutching at his broad shoulders.

"Patience, love," he said, his voice low and indulgent, as if he had all the time in the world to love me. His fingers dipped further, the slow, measured strokes of his fingers drawing soft moans from my lips, and my head fell back against the pillow, completely at his mercy.

He watched me closely, his gaze never leaving my face as he worked me with a skill born of knowing me so intimately. "I love the way you fall apart for me," he murmured, his voice reverent, like a prayer meant only for me.

My breathing quickened, my hips rolling against his hand as I chased the building heat. But before I could tumble over the edge, he withdrew his hand, leaving me trembling with need.

"Azriel," I gasped, a hint of a plea in my voice.

He silenced me with a kiss, deep and thorough, as his hands worked the waistband of my underwear down my legs. He discarded them somewhere on the floor, his hands returning to skim over my thighs, up my waist, and back to my hips. His touch was possessive but soft, grounding me even as I felt myself unraveling under his attention.

"I've got you, baby," he promised, his lips brushing against my ear as he settled between my legs. His bare chest pressed against mine, his skin warm and solid, the weight of him grounding me in the most perfect way.

I reached for him, my hands sliding down the expanse of his back, feeling the strength of his muscles beneath my palms. I tugged at the waistband of his pants, and he helped me push them down until there was nothing between us but the quiet intimacy of the moment.

He shifted slightly, his hand sliding between us to guide himself to me. "Tell me if it's too much," he murmured, his voice soft, his gaze searching mine as he pressed forward, inch by inch.

A soft moan escaped me as he filled me completely, the stretch familiar but no less breathtaking. He stilled, giving me a moment to adjust, his lips peppering gentle kisses along my jaw and neck.

"Perfect," he whispered again, his voice thick with emotion. His hands cradled my hips, holding me as though I might slip away, as though I were the most precious thing he'd ever touched.

He began to move, slow and deliberate, each thrust measured and unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment. His forehead rested against mine, his breath mingling with mine, and all I could see, all I could feel, was him.

"Azriel," I breathed, my voice trembling with the overwhelming intimacy of it all. My hands clutched at his back, nails grazing his skin, eliciting a deep, shuddering sound from him as he moved within me. Each deliberate thrust was slow and measured, drawing out every sensation until it felt as though the world beyond this room had melted away.

"I'm here," he murmured, his voice steady, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was soft yet consuming. "I've got you." He echoed.

His hips rolled into mine with unhurried precision, and my fingers wove into his messy hair, tugging lightly. He groaned, the sound vibrating against my lips as he moved to press a trail of lazy kisses along my jaw, his mouth lingering at the sensitive spot just below my ear.

"Az," I whimpered, my voice breaking, my free hand fisting the sheets beneath me.

"Shh, love," he murmured, his breath warm against my skin. His hands left my hips to stroke down the curve of my thighs, his touch soft yet deliberate as he guided one leg higher, spreading me wider. The shift sent him deeper, the sensation stealing the breath from my lungs.

A soft, low moan escaped me as my body arched into his, seeking more, needing more. His hands never stopped moving, one firm on my thigh while the other slid upward, grazing over my ribs and the soft swell of my breast. His thumb traced a featherlight circle over the sensitive skin, drawing a sharp gasp from me before his hand continued its path to my arm.

He captured my hand in his, threading our fingers together, and pressed them into the sheets beside my head. His gaze locked with mine, a storm of emotion swirling in his hazel eyes as he leaned down to kiss me hard.

The kiss was slow and unhurried, but it held an intensity that made my heart ache. His tongue brushed against mine, coaxing, savoring, as if he had all the time in the world to lose himself in me. The rhythm of his hips matched the kiss, each movement deliberate and full of meaning, as though he was pouring his love into me with every stroke.

"So good," he rasped, his voice roughened by the weight of his desire. His free hand returned to my thigh, fingers kneading gently before sliding down to where we were joined. His touch was soft, teasing, as he brushed against the most sensitive part of me, drawing a choked cry from my lips.

"Look at me," he urged, his voice soft but commanding.

I opened my eyes, finding his gaze already fixed on me, his expression full of unspoken adoration. My body trembled beneath him, every nerve alight, every sensation heightened as he continued his slow, maddening rhythm on my clit.

"Azriel," I whimpered again, my voice trembling with need.

"That’s it," he repeated, his other thumb stroking soothing circles against my skin. "You’re doing so well for me, love."

He leaned down to kiss me again, his lips brushing over mine with a tenderness that made my chest tighten. Every movement of his body was deliberate, every touch reverent, as though I was something sacred.

Azriel's lips moved from mine, trailing over my jaw and down my neck, where he lingered, his tongue flicking over the delicate skin before his teeth grazed it just enough to send a shiver down my spine. My nails dug into his back, desperate for some kind of anchor as his hips continued their slow, driving rhythm.

"You're beautiful," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper against my skin. "Every part of you, love."

I shivered beneath him, his words like a caress. My hand, still entwined with his, squeezed lightly, drawing his attention back to my face. He lifted his head, and when his eyes met mine, the depth of emotion in them left me breathless.

"Az," I whispered, not sure what I was asking for, only that I needed him closer, needed more of him.

He pressed our joined hands more firmly into the sheets, his body moving against mine in a way that felt like he was worshiping me with every deliberate motion. His hand left my clit and skimmed back up to my waist, guiding me to meet the slow, rolling rhythm of his hips.

"Just like that," he encouraged his voice a low rumble. "Stay with me, love."

I followed his lead, letting him guide my body to move with his, each slow grind sending sparks of pleasure coursing through me. The pressure was building steadily, but he never rushed, never let me fall too fast.

"You feel so perfect," he said, his lips brushing against my temple. "So damned perfect."

My chest tightened at the reverence in his voice, tears pricking at the edges of my vision. I reached up with my free hand, cupping his face and bringing his lips back to mine in a kiss that was both desperate and soft all at once.

He kissed me back with everything he had, the movement of his hips growing slightly more intense, though still achingly slow. My thighs quivered around him, and I gasped into his mouth as he adjusted the angle again, his hips pressing deeper in a way that sent a fresh wave of heat through me.

"Azriel," I whimpered, his name a plea on my lips.

"I know, love," he murmured, his thumb stroking soothingly along my thigh. "I've got you. Let me take care of you."

He shifted slightly, releasing my hand to cup the back of my neck, holding me steady as he continued his unhurried, devastating pace. His forehead pressed against mine, our breaths mingling as his hand slid between us, finding the sensitive bundle of nerves that had me gasping his name again.

"Let me feel all of you," he said, his voice raw with need and love.

Azriel's touch became more deliberate, his fingers circling the sensitive bundle of nerves with a precision that left me trembling beneath him. Every stroke of his hand, every roll of his hips, pushed me closer to the edge.

"Az," I whimpered, my voice breaking as the pressure built to an unbearable peak.

With his forehead pressed against mine, his hazel eyes dark and focused, locking onto mine as though he could pull me over the edge with just his gaze. "You’re okay, love," he murmured, his voice a soothing rasp. "Let go for me."

I clung to him, my hands fisting in his hair and down his back as my body tensed, every nerve alight. His lips found mine in a kiss that was tender and grounding, anchoring me to him even as my body shattered beneath his touch.

A cry broke from my lips, muffled against his mouth, as the wave of pleasure crashed over me, rolling through me in relentless waves. Azriel didn't stop, his movements slow and steady, drawing out every second, his hand stroking over my thigh as he whispered soothing words against my skin.

"Beautiful," he murmured, his lips pressing soft kisses to my jaw and neck as I trembled in his arms. "So perfect."

With a final, deep thrust, I felt him tense above me, his body shuddering as he followed me over the edge, his release flooding through him as he groaned my name into the kiss. His movements slowed, and his entire body shivered against mine, the warmth of his breath fanning over my lips as he collapsed against me, his weight a comforting presence.

"You're everything to me," he said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. “I hope you know that.”

I cupped his face, brushing my thumb over his cheek as I looked up at him, my heart so full it felt like it was painful. "I love you," I whispered, my voice raw and unsteady.

He kissed me again, slow and deep, his hands stroking over my back as though he couldn't get enough of touching me. "I love you more," he replied, his voice filled with quiet conviction.

As the intensity began to ebb, he shifted us slightly, his movements careful and unhurried, keeping me wrapped in his embrace. The world outside our little cocoon felt impossibly far away, and I found myself smiling softly as I buried my face against his neck, content and utterly at peace.

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[marauder-misprint]

plss give us more conductive remus!! I need the snogging sessions😈😈😈

It's short but here's the promise snog in front of Andrew Lark

Conducive

Snog

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

768 words

cw: fluff and snog

You had forgiven Remus. And while you still needed a little bit of time and space, you were easing back into the relationship. It certainly didn’t help that your friends were more than cautious of him now. Their mistrust was understandable, but whenever they brought it up to you, you told them the ones that actually have to earn your trust back are his friends. That was something you never explicitly told Remus, but you thought it was obvious enough. You’d spend time with him if it was just him; the moment one of the three boys showed you, you excused yourself.

“I don’t see why she hates us,” Peter says after the three joined Remus and you in the Transfiguration courtyard only for you to leave and sit with your friends.

“Yeah, Moony, what’d we do?” Sirius asks, slumping his body onto Remus’ shoulder. “Why does your girlfriend hate us?”

Remus shrugs Sirius off and sighs. “Maybe because you were in on the bet too?”

“She still on ‘bout that? I thought you moved past that.”

“She forgave me.” Remus pauses. His eyes narrow in a glare. “Fuck no,” he mutters.

Andrew Lark is approaching you with the same self-righteous confidence he had about him when he approached you that day in the library. 

“Haven’t seen you ‘round Lupin lately,” his voice carries across the courtyard.

Your body stiffens. Of course Andrew had taken his sweet time realizing that you had been avoiding Remus and with the delay of news traveling, he hadn’t heard that you most certainly were not avoiding him anymore. 

“Ever heard of a proper greeting?” you reply, giving your friends an annoyed look. 

They don’t say anything. They just stand around you awkwardly. 

“Hello, darling,” he purrs. “You look beautiful as ever. Heard you wisened up and dropped Lupin.”

Before you could answer, Remus is at your side with his arm around your waist. Your friends share looks of intrigue. Andrew takes a step at Remus’ sudden appearance and he glances down to see Remus’ hand resting on your hip.

“You need to check your sources, Lark. She’s still keeping me around.”

“Oh, lovely, speak of the devil,” Andrew groans. “So then, babe, why are you still with him? You know you can do so much better.”

“Like you?” you ask with disgust dripping from your voice.

“Yes, like me.”

“But I don’t like you.”

“And you like…” He pauses to give Remus an odious once over. “Him?”

“I do,” you say plainly.

You miss Andrew’s eye roll because you turn your gaze to Remus who’s already looking at you. The soft look he’s giving you sends butterflies to your stomach. And then it feels like everything was happening at once. Remus’ other hand cupping your cheek, him leaning in, you meeting him halfway. His lips on yours. In front of your friends, in front of Andrew, in front of the other Marauders. And in front of various other students in the courtyard but they didn’t matter to you. Remus mattered to you. 

His hand on your hip turns you and pulls you closer to him. You expected it to be a short kiss, given the public setting, but you quickly realize that it isn’t. Neither of you is pulling back. Remus deepens the kiss, moving his lips faster against you. Your heart is pounding in your chest as you wrap your arms around his neck. He smiles into the kiss and you can’t help but mirror it. 

This was your promised snog in front of Andrew Lark. And it was certainly doing its job. You hear a revolting noise amid the various whistles and cheers from those around you. 

Remus traces his tongue along your lip and you’re about to open your mouth to let him in when a new voice sounds over everyone.

“That’s enough!” Professor McGonagall yells. “You two, break it up!”

You listen. You both turn to the professor with red faces and breathing heavily. She eyes both of you as a warning.

“Let’s keep PDA to a minimum, please.”

“Yes, professor,” Remus says quickly before looking back at you and giving you a wink. 

You burst into giggles and hide your face in his chest. 

Once you’ve settled down a little, you look up at him and whisper, “She said minimum. She didn’t forbid it.”

Remus chuckles and places a kiss on your forehead. He’s still holding you close to him.

“I think she meant tone it down. Keep future snogs more… private… Or, that’s what I hope she meant. Ain’t no way that was our last snog.”

[httpsleclerc]

welcome home

pairing: Pierre Gasly x reader

summary: Pierre comes home to his girlfriend and newborn daughter after a long triple header.

warnings: none!

word count: 800 words

a/n: based on this request here! As always my requests are open and I love to get them! <3

my masterlist <33

The apartment was quiet, yet somehow felt homely as Pierre made his way into the home that he shared with you, and now with your latest edition; your daughter, Aurelie. You had given birth to her 3 weeks before the end of the season, and with Pierre almost halfway across the world in Las Vegas, you were terrified that he would miss the birth of your first born daughter. However, luckily, Jack had been on standby and ready to jump in should Pierre had to leave quickly to get on the first flight home to Milan.

He had gotten there just in time for you to start pushing, and see the birth of his daughter. It had been 3 weeks, and now the season had finally wrapped up and Pierre could spend time with you and your daughter. Locking the door behind him, he kicked his shoes off and placed them beside yours, leaving his backpack on top of his suitcase, all he wanted at this point was to be in bed with you and your daughter. However, as he made his way into your shared bedroom, he found you and Aurelie already asleep, with your daughter asleep on top of your chest.

"Shhh," You were half asleep, subconsciously running your hand up and down your daughter's small back to try and soothe her. You had just gotten her to sleep, and you hoped that your boyfriend's often unintentionally loud nature wouldn't wake her. "I just got her to fall asleep, please do not wake her up." You whispered, looking up at Pierre with pleading eyes. He smiled at  you sadly, knowing that tonight the two of you wouldn't be sharing a bed.

Yet he understood. You had basically been alone with your newborn daughter for the past 3 weeks, dealing with her on your own without him there had to have been tiring, so he could imagine that you were wanting as full a nights sleep as possible. He smiled as he nodded, bending over so he could press a kiss to your lips, hoping to not be too destructive as to wake up your sleeping baby. 

"Of course, Cherie, I will sleep on the couch for tonight," He placed his large hand on Aurelie's small back, placing it over the top of yours. "I can take the bedside cot and I can get up with her if she wakes up." He offered you, trying his best to relieve you in some way.

"Are you sure? You're just coming off of a long triple header, Pierre," You countered, sighing as he waved you off, offering to take your sleeping daughter from your arms and into his. "If you're sure." You carefully sat up so's not to disturb Aurelie, gently placing her into her father's arms. Thankfully, she settled into Pierre's hold and remained asleep. "'M sorry that the place is such a mess too, I've just been trying so hard to keep her settled and-"

"Please don't worry about it, amour, we can worry about that together tomorrow. You've done so much by carrying and bringing our daughter into the world, that is enough for me," He smiled at you softly, holding your sleeping daughter with on arm and quietly dragging the cot out to the living room, placing Aurelie into it before quickly heading back to your bedroom. "I love you so much, Y/N." He said quietly, noticing that you were very quickly falling asleep.

"I love you too, Pierre," You told him sleepily, dozing off as he sat beside you, holding your hand. "I'm so glad that you're home."  You mumbled, a sleepy smile gracing your features as you fell asleep. He smiled as he kissed your cheek, quickly grabbing his pyjama bottoms as he changed quickly before Aurelie woke up and needed tended to.

Making his way out to the living room, he smiled, the glow of the moon cast a shadow of your small daughter's face, her face that was so similar to yours. If anyone asked him, he would say that you and Aurelie were the most beautiful girls he had ever seen - His two beautiful girls. He settled on the sofa, smiling as he reached out his hand to hold onto his daughters, her small hand wrapping around one of his fingers.

Even though he was exhausted from 3 weeks of constant travel and racing, being at home with the two of you, and he was sleeping on the couch, it all felt worth it. Even if it meant that he was waking up hours after he'd fallen asleep to feed Aurelie during the night.

You were both worth it.

[herlilkitty]

General’s Muse.

(Ambessa Medarda x Fem!reader) 

Ambessa loves to paint, and being her best friend for a long time, she had asked for you to become her muse. You agreed excitedly- that was until you discovered how nude you’d have to be for the painting.

Warnings: (Ambessa Medarda x fem!Reader) (smut) (manhandling) (dom!ambessa) (sub!reader) (paint on body) (praise) (kind of filthy)

Not proof read so please excuse the errors and spelling mistakes. Masterlist.

The soft warm breeze of the afternoon wind blew against your skin as you poured Ambessa her third refill of wine. You were her best friend, her closest companion- which is why, she had invited you to come and talk with her, to relax.

Ambessa was always distracted with her work as a general, whether it be dealing with people who attempted to fight back against her, or being the general of a war. How could you not fall in love with her? She was everything you’d ever wanted.

She was tall, towering over you, taunting the fact with pride. Her muscles which she showed off regularly- You had become friends long ago when you offered your loyalty to her- your complete undying loyalty. She adored that you offered yourself up, even finding it somewhat cute.

You on the other hand? You were a medic once- working under Ambessa. But your relationship changed from boss to friends when she had asked you if you would ever betray her, when you sat next to her cleaning the cut she had gotten from a battle. Her expression was strong, just like it always was, but she lacked her usual ego, her ego that had gotten her so far as a ruthless feared leader.

But when you cleaned her cut so gently, stitched the skin together so delicately as if she’d break- her entire strong war general facade fell. From that night on, your friendship had developed, and you had become her closest friend.

Ambessa’s voice brought you back from your thoughts, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “Thank you darling.” She’d comment, swirling the wine around the glass a few times before bringing the glass up to her lips, sipping slowly.

You hummed in response, placing the wine bottle down onto the small table, taking your seat at the other couch.

Ambessa let out a heavy breath, her gaze glued onto the glass. The colour of the wine reminded her of the colours she’d use to paint, the dark red a reminder of a shade she’d use to draw people’s faces- area’s below the waistline.

You noticed her expression, deep in thought and reminiscing. Your soft voice reached her ear, a slight smile on your face.

“I wish I was a mind reader y’know.. I’d be much help.”

The woman chuckled at your joke, her attention on you as she shook her head softly, sitting up.

“I wouldn’t want to ruin that sweet mind of yours.”

Sweet? Your mind wasn’t sweet- you thought of things… they were definitely not sweet.

Right?

“Hey I’m not that sweet-“ you tried arguing, but before you could even mutter out the next words, she had waked her way over, a finger tilted your chin up

“Care to be my muse for my newest painting?” She’d asked so politely- her thumb caressing your cheek it almost caught you off guard. Wait but she did that with every one right, it was nothing new…

…

Right?

You had never been more excited, you basically jumped in your seat at her request- a bright smile plastering your entire face. “Yes!- I’d be delighted to!” You replied.

Ambessa’s artworks were brilliant. You’d seen the results before, you envied the models, from how Ambessa’s eyes would stay trained on them, all the while drawing the most beautiful painting of the model. Each stroke she paint stroke contributed in depicting her true admiration for women, from how fell she had defined their features which they felt insecure about.

It was clear from the way she painted the women, that she worshipped the female species itself. And finally- she had asked you.

Ambessa removed her hand, gesturing you to follow her. She guided you to a different room. Her painting room. She had a massive open space, like a balcony- her canvas was already prepared, her paint and brushes set out.

“Take off your clothes and lay down darling.” She’d asked- more so demanded casually. Your eyes widened immediately at her words. She was going to do a nude painting? She hadn’t even prepared your for it. Did she realise how insane it sounded? To have you sprawled out on the soft cushion, nude and bare, while her eyes focused all over your body.

Your heart practically jumped at the thought.

“Nude?- I don’t think I can do nude.” You whispered hesitantly as if the word itself felt dirty. Her reply was nothing more than warm and alluring, it felt like honey, so sweet.

“You must try new things child. You will stay the same forever if you don’t.”

You looked down at the floor- the wheels in your head turning. In that time, Ambessa had managed to stand behind you, speaking with her usual voice, placing her large hands on your shoulder.

“I assure you, nothing bad will come out of this.” So she’d promised. And you trusted her, just as much she trusted you. It was mutual trust both of you respected and kept, and now was one of those times when she needed you to trust her.

For a long time now, Ambessa had been watching you. Your cute little smile whenever she praised you, or the way your head would tilt slightly to the side when you were met with a troubling question. She had grown to adore you. And she needed a painting of you in her room, so she could admire it late at night, when she wished more than anything that you would be hers.

“Okay, I’ll do it.” You complied, a soft breath escaping your lips as you prepared yourself. You felt excited and nervous at the thought of her seeing you naked. Exposed and vulnerable.

She rewarded your answer with a smile, removing her hand as she walked towards the canvas, rolling her sleeves up. She turned away, giving you time to strip.

You had taken all your clothes off, hand wrapped around your own torso to hide your boobs, one thigh slightly raised to cover your core. “I’m done” you whispered out nervously.

Ambessa turned to you, her smiled still unwavering. Her eyes trailed up and down your entire body excruciatingly slowly as she walked towards you.

“Don’t hide such beautiful treasures” she spoke confidently grabbing your wrist, small in comparison to hers, pulling them down, revealing your boobs. With your wrist still in her hand, she turned around, guiding you to the couch.

“Lay, child.” She commanded. You did as she said, laying down stomach facing up,your movements were stiff and nervous, to which a chuckle she responded with.

She manhandled your body, perfecting you into a position. She’d moved every single hip and bone to the perfect angle. Ambessa had done nude paintings, but she didn’t put nearly as much effort it perfecting the pose. She wanted everything to be a clear representation of you. Your personality.

She moved back, grabbing a brush as she dipped it into a paint colour. As she swiped across the canvas, you admired her. Her goddess warrior figure, her beautiful hair that were loose, grey and curly.

Each spot her eyes lingered on grew hot. But you could see the way she was so focused, her eyebrows furrowed together tightly, her hand sweetly levitating across the canvas as her brush rolled against the surface.

It didn’t take her long before she was halfway done. Before she told you she had to step out for some more paint, returning back to the room with a whole tub of red paint. Her favourite colour.

The way Ambessa painted, wasn’t one of detailed realistic artworks, no, her art was many pieces of paint piled, mixed, creating different colours- messy but beautiful in the way she drew you.

“Would you like to see?” She questioned admiring the artwork. You wasted no time jumping from your position, some parts of your body numb. But when you saw the artwork, you squealed. She had drawn you the prettiest you could ever see yourself, everything from the way your smile looked, to the way your hips created curves.

“You’re quite the perfect muse.” She whispered suddenly stepping towards you. The woman loved seeing your shocked face, her expression filled with adoration. “Have I ever mentioned how pretty you are?”

You grew red.“No but, thank you-” In Ambessa’s eyes, you fell nothing short of a love god.

You turned your back to the artwork, looking up at Ambessa with gratitude. When you took a small step back to create distance between the two of you, your heel hit the bucket of filled with red paint, making it splatter all across the floor. You lost your balance, from stepping on the uneven surface, making you fall right into the paint- naked.

Ambessa chuckled down at you, not the slightest bit upset. Accidents happened and she knew you were okay from your embarrassed smile. She just wanted to kiss that cheesy look off your face.

But the way your chest jiggled slightly when you pointed onto the floor, the way your thighs slapped against the floor aroused her more than she liked to admit.

“Be careful darling.” She held out her hand, to which you took quickly. She swiftly pulled you up, only for her to quickly twist your body, making you press against the canvas. You gasped in response- oh no, you’d ruined her artwork.

She saw your guilty expression and O shaped mouth, a grin coating her mouth. She tilted your chin up making you look at her.

“Y/n…you’ve done more than enough for me to prove your loyalty to me. And over the countless years I’ve known you, I’ve developed feelings for you, ones I now realise I cannot control. I apologise if my advances are too forward, but this is how I feel.”

Your jaw slacked at her words.

The general kept you up against the canvas, pushing her knee in between your thighs, her hand coming up to cup your face. Her face leaning down close to your lips. She noticed how you nuzzled against her hand, tilting your head slightly, bringing up your arms to hold her hand, giving it a small kiss. Then flipping her hand over and kissing a scar on her hand.

Her eyes visibly relaxed and softened at your actions. She knew you felt the same. And if your actions didn’t speak for you, your gentle voice did. “Ambessa, I’ve felt that way since the night we became friends.”

That alone was enough reassurance for her to crash her plump lips into yours, your soft whimper fuelling her desire to see you crumble.

Her hands grabbed your waist, lifting you with ease, your legs instinctively wrapping themselves around her hip. She carried you to the mattress, laying you down while she crawled on top of you. She leaned down kissing you again as her hand reached down to your exposed glistening pussy, rubbing your clit in slow and deliberate motions.

You moaned into the kiss, hands gripping onto her muscly back. You were sure that her skin, that bathed in milk, would recover rather quickly, trained from last battle scars.

Her left hand and grabbed your boob, fiddling and squeezing. Co-ordinated even. Her right, shoved her finger in without warning, ramming it in an out of your pussy that swallowed her whole. Just as you were close, when your hips buckled uncontrollably, your moans becoming unhinged- she pulled her hand away, forcing it in your mouth. “Suck it” she demanded.

You were confused- why did she stop suddenly? The whine that left your mouth got silenced and muffled by her finger, coated in your slick. You obeyed her wishes, sucking on her finger.

“You shouldn’t have ruined my painting child.” She smirked removing her hand, lifting you up once again to see the painting.

It was pretty, yes, but on the side, the entire outline of your body was left in her favourite red colour. Your ass, your things, your hands everything- was outlined.

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Guys I’m sorry this is so long 😞 but I couldn’t help it and I sort of suck at smut but I tried my best- I working on the other requests.

Anyway it’s currently 5:34 Am in the morning that I’m publishing this-

Tired asf but hope you enjoyed soft Ambessa

-Lillian 💕

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oops forgot to mention this was a request

For the chief and chief!

[fuctacles]

Congrats on 800 followers!

For the request thing…I would love to see something (smutty and/or fluffy) about Transmasc Eddie being comforted by cis Steve. Maybe after being misgendered in regard to their relationship?

I love your writing so much!

Thank you so much <3 I hope this works :3 800 wc for 800 698 followers, M rating | Ao3

"You can't bring your girlfriend into the bathroom, man."

"Excuse me?"

Just this is enough to put Steve into attack mode. He can feel Eddie's hand tighten around his in warning.

"Yeah, we have a no-bathroom-fucking policy after the last incident." The guy that stopped them has the decency to at least look bashful, rubbing his cheek awkwardly. Steve can almost sympathize, if stopping horny couples is a task he's supposed to do on the daily.

Almost.

"I'm sure me and my boyfriend can find a better place to fuck," he says dryly.

The guy's eyes widen, then flicker to the side, where Eddie is hovering awkwardly.

"Shit, dude, I'm so sorry—"

"So do you stop only hetero couples?" Steve interrupts him with a quirk of an eyebrow, bitch mode in full swing. "Or did your management just forget queer people exist?"

He opens his mouth, but closes it, rendered speechless.

"Or are they actually heterophobic and want only gay sex to happen in their bathrooms?" Steve cocks his head to the side.

"I don't—"

"So can me and my boyfriend go pee or...? We'll hold our hands while doing so," he raises their joined palms. "But nothing more, I promise."

"Just go," the man says tiredly, his expression pained.

"Thanks," Steve nods to him. "And consider simple no-fucking signs."

Finally free from the bar worker, Eddie pulls Steve towards the bathroom. Once inside and away from the loud music, he falls against the door with a sigh.

"Sorry," he says, hands hiding his face.

"What for?" Steve asks, latching the door closed.

"I don't know," Eddie groans in frustration. "For not cutting my hair, maybe? Maybe then I'd look like a man," he scoffs.

"Do I have to list off all the guys with long hair again?"

"I'm good, thanks."

"Ozzy Osbourne, Dio, Slash..." he starts listing on his fingers anyway.

"Steve."

Steve drops his hand.

"Listen, if that guy assumes every person with long hair is a girl, then clearly he's not listening to enough metal."

Eddie lets out an involuntary snort, and Steve grins at the sound.

"And should we believe what an uncultured philistine without taste has to say?"

"No," Eddie admits with a fond roll of his eyes.

"Good," Steve smiles and leans down to kiss him. "Because I love your hair."

"I love it too," Eddie groans, his frustration still not gone. "I just wish it didn't make me feel this way."

"I know, Eds. But it's okay to feel like this, it's normal that it hurts," Steve reminds him, wrapping him in a hug. "You're a man to those who matter, who know what good music is."

Eddie's laughs gets muffled against his shoulder.

"That's true."

"And you're not going to change things you like about yourself because of a stranger's opinion."

"Hell no."

They stay quiet, just enjoying the warmth and comfort of their embrace, until Eddie speaks up again.

"Thank you."

"I'm just reminding you your own words."

"Still."

"Well, in that case, you're welcome, baby."

"Okay, but now I really have to pee."

They disentangle themselves to reach the urinals, but not before Steve lands another peck on his lips.

Eddie always takes longer in the bathroom, considering the time it takes him to disentangle and adjust his packer, but once he's free, he sees movement in his periphery. Steve is holding out his hand.

With a laugh, he grabs it, so they can pee hand in hand.

Once at they are at the sinks, they meet each other's eyes in the mirror.

"I kind of wanna fuck in the bathroom now," Steve admits.

Eddie makes a face and looks pointedly around. It's not the worst bathroom he's been in, but it's still a bar bathroom.

"You're not fucking me here," he says decisively. Steve hums.

"No, but you could fuck me."

Now that's a thought. One Eddie didn't plan in advance.

"Sorry, left my dick at home."

"Babe, you can make me come on just your fingers," Steve reminds him, leaning sideways against the sink to properly look at him.

Eddie pulls a strand of hair over his mouth at the reminder.

"Well..."

"Or we can always make a show and pretend just for kicks." His boyfriend suggests with a mischievous smile.

That, makes Eddie's eyes sparkle.

"We absolutely can," he quickly agrees.

Steve throws himself at the door with a rough slam, and moans in his best impression of a cheesy porn star.

"Fuck, I love you so much," Eddie attacks his mouth with no less enthusiasm. He starts moving his hips against his leg and groan to the rhythm, Steve rattling the door and whimpering along. "I can still fuck you after, right?"

Steve moans again, now more genuinely from the mere thought.

"You'd try not to."

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what about a png of you in a big cosy bed with some fresh warm soup and a hot water bottle like you deserve???

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