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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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Eddie sighed. The feeling of your hair between his fingers and hearing a slight pop in your neck from the force of pulling your head back fueled his escalating arousal.

You squealed as you were yanked back, body suddenly pressed against Eddie’s. You began thrashing as he freed your breasts, fondling them. Toying with you body. The scrunched cups of your bra dug uncomfortably into the underside of your tits.

At least now he’d have an excuse to fuck you. You tried to scam him. You owed him now. He’d take payment in the form of your pussy. He grew hard from the mere thought of your puffy lips wrapped around his cock, walls squeezing him, pulling him in and taking him so well. He’d wrap his hands around your throat just as he was doing now and listen to the way your rough breathing slowed and strained.

He turned your face and kissed you, using his tongue to enter your mouth and taste you. The kiss became sloppy quickly, you were too good. You tasted too good, looked too good. He popped off, rolling your nipple and pulling, watching your mouth as you jut out your lips slightly. You face contorted in discomfort and you wiggled your chest to attempt an escape.

It was your pouted mouth and doe eyes that looked up him that made him crave your throat. He’d have more opportunities to fuck your little cunt, he’d make sure of it. For now, he wanted to your lips wrapped around his girth, raw and darkening, shiny in cum and spit due to his rough pace.

He gave your breasts a hard squeeze, digging into your flesh with his uncut fingernails. He used his knees to push against your own, forcing you to kneel. You whined, trying to get up. He kept you down, moving in front of you. With a hand on you shoulder he held you in place as the other tugged his jeans down to his knees.

The head of his cock was leaking, it was an angry color and rock hard. The cold air made him shiver and his cock twitch.

“Open up, princess,” he teased, smearing his precum around your mouth. You’re so pretty.

“No, Eddie, please,” you begged. “I’ll get you the mo-“ he cut you off with his cock, sliding into your delicious throat. He didn’t want the money anymore.

Your eyes widened in shock and your throat tightened. He let out an animalistic growl, moving his hands to hold your head in place as he brutally fucked your face. He knew he should’ve given you time to adjust, but the feeling was too euphoric. All of his fantasies of you couldn’t compare to this.

You gagged around him and hit his thighs with all the strength you could muster. Your eyes leaked and there was a filthy noise filling the air with every snap of his hips. He could feel puffs of air every time your nose collided with the curly pubic hair at the base of his cock. He felt his thighs tense as his climax inched closer. He released you, not wanting to cum yet.

You fell back onto your ass wheezing and struggling to regain your composure. Your hands held your throat, wet tears slipping under the pads of your fingers.

Eddie scoffed, shocked by the intensity of your reaction. Like you hadn’t taken a cock before.

Eddie’s cock jumped at the sight of you. Such a pretty little thing. Eyes wide, red, and glossy, strings of spit and tears hanging from your chin and sliding down the front of your ripped top, where your tits were carelessly pulled to rest over the cups of your bra. Your nipples were hard and the crescent shapes of his fingernails created indents into your skin. Your hair was in disarray, sticking up every which way. Your knees were red with grass, twigs and dirt stuck to them. Your loose shorts exposed your red panties the smallest bit. He wondered if you were wet. You shut your legs and covered your chest.

You looked like you had been mauled by an animal.

“C’mon, its not that bad,” he sighed, slapping your cheek lightly. “Just breathe. Not like you haven’t sucked a cock before.”

You whimpered, wiping your chin.

Eddie sighed in annoyance. This was your fault. You had the audacity to show up without any money. Little miss perfect though she could get away without paying him, he scoffed at the thought. As if simply batting those darling lashes would sway him when you had something more valuable than money.

He took his cock into his hands, leaning in close enough to slap it against your face. He was still covered in your spit, causing a wet sound to fill the air with every hit.

You pouted as you sobbed. He positioned his cock before your mouth, “open up, pretty girl. You have a debt to pay.”

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prettybabybaby · 2 years

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content warning: NONCON, implied kidnapping, forced oral (f!receiving), degradation, humiliation, forced unprotected sex, creampie.

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the last week was full of smug looks and predatory gazes. the look of terror in your eyes as you caught sight of him made eddie’s pants tighten.

you tried to look okay, he could tell, but your eyes betrayed you. they were permanently glossy, on the verge of tears, and bloodshot when you stepped out of your car every morning, covered head to toe in clothing unfit for the warming weather.

eddie felt a sense of satisfaction he had never had before. he ruined you. and now he craved more of you.

every night his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock desperately trying to emulate your tight throat. his head was filled with images of your weeping eyes, cum-covered face, and your raspy voice as you apologized profusely, begging him to let you go. he relented, but not before giving you a harsh slap on the cheek. cum had transferred onto his palm and he smeared it back onto your tender face.

but he couldn't wait any longer.

you tried to get away, squirming in his hold when he grabbed you. he held his hand over your mouth to muffle your screams for help. Your nails dug into his forearm, making eddie hiss.

he pulled his arm from your mouth and wrapped it around your neck, “didn’t you learn to behave?”

you whimpered as he dragged you down an alleyway towards his car.

so now you shook in fear, hugging your middle as you sat on the edge of his mattress. he dangled the handcuffs in front of you face teasingly, "you best behave, sweet girl. you won't like it if i have to use these."

you nodded, obeying when he asked you to undress. he was sat against a pillow, fully clothed as he palmed his erection. it was degrading, embarrassing, the way he stared at your bare frame intently as if committing every detail to memory.

he bit his lip, “shame that the only thing of value is your pretty little body, huh?”

a tear slipped down your face, your face was hot and sweat was building on your forehead. eddie could feel your discomfort, your embarrassment, your fear.

he gripped your chin as he approached you, forcing you into a kiss. you grimaced, refusing to kiss back. he pulled back and pushed your cheeks together, forcing a pout.

“eddie…” you whimpered, struggling to speak.

he kissed you again, groping your bare body. his denim battle vest tickled your nipples, making you tremble.

eddie could smell the musk of your sweat, growing strong as you grew warmer under his touch. he pushed his bulge into you, holding you tighter.

he threw you to his bed, groping the flesh of your ass. you cried as he slapped, scratched and bit your cunt and the delicate skin of your backside. he made it hurt. he wanted to hear the pained sobs and feel you squirm under him, and see the blossoming marks on your soft skin. you tasted as sweet as he imagined, felt as good as he dreamed you would under his hands.

when he pushed into you, he was still fully clothed. the zipper of his unzipped pants punctured your skin when he thrusted into you. it was difficult to slip inside but his eyes rolled back at the sensation of your tiny hole. you sobbed loudly, kicking your feet as he stretched you open around his cock. your pussy was pure bliss, perfectly tight and made just for him. he would never let you go.

your pussy became a slippery mess, clutching his cock with every thrust. your cunt squelching mixed with your whimpers of pain and pleasure. you held his sheets with a deathly grip.

eddie fucked you brutally, with so much force and fervor. he had never felt so good. he felt himself going crazy, mind filled with your delicious cunt. you were his now, meant just for him.

he knew you liked it. he could feel it. you were just being a difficult little bitch. ungrateful. he smacked your ass, “quit acting like you don’t like it, slut. your pussy’s so wet for me, wrapping around me so tightly, pulling me in. stupid little bitch.”

your hold on him was so hard and firm, your pretty noises turned to strained, pleasured mewls. he knew you were trying hide it, but as he circled his hips and kissed your cervix every time he rammed back into you.

your crying became louder and you chanted, “no, no, no.” your pussy fluttered around his cock, squeezing so tightly he groaned loudly alongside you.

you came with a lewd moan, muffling it by burying your face into his pillow. you shook beneath him, twitching.

watching you come undone from his cock made his orgasm creep up on him. he came without warning, impaling you as deeply as he could.

“fucking whore,” he groaned as he pulled out of you, watching his cum leak from your pulsing hole.

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content warning: mean!remus (kinda) crybaby!reader, oral (m!receiving)

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You gagged, salty precum hitting your throat as you pushed your head down further, craving the taste.

Remus groaned, his thighs flexed under your hands and he pushed down on the back of your head harder. You shut your eyes, toes curling behind you.

“I wanna taste you,” he growled, already moving. He pulled his cock from your mouth, causing you to whine. Your eyes watered and a pout settled on your face as you watched his glimmering cock.

You shook your head, looking up at him with your glimmering eyes. “No,” you crawled closer, desperate to feel the warmth of his thighs against your skin.

“Yes,” he demanded, grabbing hold of your arm.

“No!” you cried, tears falling.

His mouth formed a line, his patience was dwindling. He roughly let go of your arm. You hiccuped, but before you could catch your breath, Remus was shoving his cock down your throat. You choked, immediately relaxing despite the vicious treatment. You moaned around his cock and breathed through your nose as he fucked your throat brutally.

His hips slowed down and you took it upon yourself to continue the abuse, bobbing your head up and down with fervor, hitting deep into you every time. You felt his hot hands push your shoulders, not stopping until you were on your back. The angle made it difficult to continue the pace you so desperately wanted. You kicked your feet in protest, mouth still full of him.

“Bloody brat,” he grumbled. “Y’want my cock that badly, hm?” he settled over your face. You opened your eyes, taking in his features under the moonlight. He ran a hand through his mousy hair, messing it up further as he pulled his lip between his teeth to conceal a moan.

“Mhm,” you hummed, suckling happily as he pushed in and out slowly.

You felt him reach for your thighs, he collected the slick that had run down your thighs and brought it to his mouth. He licked his fingers clean and made a noise of satisfaction, delivering a particularly rough thrust into your throat. “Taste so good.”

You whined pathetically when he attempted to pull out again, you used both of your hands to hold his hips in place. He clicked his tongue, “stop it, brat.”

Tears began to fall as he shoved your head away. “Remmy, please,” your voice was hoarse, and your throat hurt, but you still craved the taste of his cum and the feeling of his cock.

He moved down your body, his knees were flush to your sides. Leaning down, he gripped your chin, an angry look on his face, “I'm losing patience,” he warned.

You whined, “but,” you choked on your tears, “want it so bad.”

Remus rolled his eyes, “yeah? Y’need it so bad?” his voice was laced with fake sympathy but your hazy mind wasn’t able to pick up on it.

You nodded, dramatically pouting. You smiled brightly as his cock stood before your mouth.

“Open,” he tapped your lisp with his cock. You obliged, sighing as he slid into your mouth. Your eyes widened as he pushed past his limit, forcing your mouth open more. He groaned as he tried to force his balls into your mouth.

You whined, feeling an ache in your jaw.

“This is what you wanted, right? M’cock in your mouth?” he let out a strained groan, “fuckin’ brat,” he moaned, jerking his hips. His warm seed ran down your throat and your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You fought to catch your breath when he let up. You felt dizzy, already missing the feeling.

“Y’gonna let me taste you now?”

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word count: 4.44k

synopsis: Prince Loki has taken a special interest in you.

content warning: prince!loki, f!servant!reader, RAPE/NONCON, sexual assault, power imbalance, oral (f receiving), vaginal sex, loss of virginity, unprotected sex, creampie, innocence/virginity kink, lmk if I missed any !

notes: it’s shorter than I anticipated but it is what it is. thank you to @b0fi for requesting :-))

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You had only been working at the castle for a little over two months. It was your first job all alone without your mother by your side. It was meant to be the two of you before she opted to remain serving King Rogers in the Kingdom adjacent to Asgard. You were devastated, you sobbed for many nights even before you made the move.

Not that the crying ever stopped, only now it was for different reasons. Prince Loki had an unnerving air to him.

The other servants dismissed your concerns, saying that he is just rude and entitled. He’s like that with all of us, they would say.

Only, he wasn’t. He seemed to have a certain interest in you, the youngest of all the servants. He was crueler to you. He would look at you for too long, order you to do obscure tasks but was never content with the work you did. You also couldn’t forget the time he “accidentally” flipped your skirt as you were bent down, organizing the books in his room for the umpteeth time. They can never stay in place, he says, you ought to do a better job.

It didn’t help that he always called for you in the evenings as he was being readied for bed. Sometimes he was completely nude when you’d walk in, unabashedly waltzing around bare. His manhood was always slightly erect and hanging between his legs with his smirk illuminated by the candlelight.

He wasn’t like that with the rest of the women.

Most times, it was like he hadn’t seen them at all.

Natasha would walk into the library where he sat reading and he would pay her no mind, not even when she spoke to him. But as soon as you entered the room you could feel his burning eyes on you as you dusted the shelves. Predatory eyes following you wherever you went.

But he was never satisfied with your work and he made sure you knew it. Sometimes you thought he was doing it on purpose to keep you from straying too far.

As you set the table for dinner, you jumped in surprise as the door creaked open. Your heartbeat sped up as Prince Loki stepped inside.

“Prince Loki,” you bowed, “dinner is not yet served.”

“Yes, I am aware. Always quite laggard, you,” he gave you a look up and down.

You cleared your throat, “my apologies, Prince Loki.”

You picked up your speed, wiping down the table at a faster pace before assembling two places with appropriate silverware for the two Princes. You did what you could to keep yourself from bending over, even with the coverage of your almost knee length skirt, you still did not want to be subject to his predatory staring.

You could feel Loki watching you still. The room was filled with the sound of his foot tapping the ground lightly in impatience. “Serve dinner at once.”

You scurried to the kitchen and assembled two servings as quickly as you could.

The flu had been running rampant in Asgard. Much of the staff had been exposed and were currently bedridden. Only you and three others were healthy. The four of you had divided the jobs evenly and you were stuck with the kitchen and the surrounding areas. Your duties entailed cooking and you were nervous. You lacked proper training and you settled for a basic dish.

You carried both of the plates in your hand as you reentered the dining room. Loki was sitting in his seat, bored look on his face. His back straightened as you came into view. You walked over to Prince Thor’s side of the table, setting down his own plate. You stretched over the table to reach Prince Loki.

He clicked his tongue, “is that the way to treat your Prince, darling. Don’t forget your manners.”

You bowed your head, “My apologies, Prince Loki.” You hesitantly walked over to him, feeling the coldness of his body against your arm as you set the plate before him. He inhaled deeply and you weren’t sure if he was inhaling the aroma of your cooking or the smell of your skin.

He said nothing as he lifted a golden spoon and took a small bit of the food. You watched him with a worried expression, hoping just that what you had done was satisfactory.

He made a face of disgust, “well, you just can’t do anything right, can you?”

You weren’t sure how to respond so you stayed silent for a few moments. “I am sorry, Prince Loki. The recipe called for the amount of salt. I simply followed directions.”

“And you did not find it appropriate to taste it before serving it to us?” His long, ring-clad fingers tapped the table.

“I did not have a taste, Prince Loki, no.”

“Why don’t you give it a try then, hm?” His eyes are hard as he reaches for your chin. His touch was gentle yet it made you feel as if you couldn’t move a muscle. He moved the golden spoon to your mouth, nodding his head ever so slightly until you parted your lips. He pushed it inside, the flavor was ambrosial, though you had to admit, he was right. A tad salty. It was almost unnoticeable. In fact, you’re sure you wouldn’t have noticed the inappreciable saline flavor if it wasn’t for the expecting emerald stare.

You were prepared to apologize, beg for forgiveness, anything to save you from the expected punishment from the head maid when she caught wind of this. But you were stunned as he continued to push the spoon further into your mouth, eyes twilinking with something unsettling. You looked up at him with confusion and slight fear. The gold prodded the back of your throat. You started to gag only to abruptly stop at the sound of a disapproving click of his tongue. The rush flavors from the slightly over seasoned food slipped down your throat and you fought to contain your gagging. You couldn’t contain it and an indecent retch erupted from you.

He held the spoon still, curved bottom pushing down on the back of your tongue. His expression remained unphased but you swore his eyes held amusement. He pulled the spoon out, setting it down beside his plate as Thor made his entrance. He sat as you bowed to the approaching blonde prince, blinking back the tears that had pricked your eyes only seconds before.

Thor smiled at you, polite as always before taking his own seat. He clapped his hands loudly, “shall we eat, brother?”

Loki said nothing, he simply picked up his spoon and scooped up a bite. Across the table, his brother did the same.

Thor closed his eyes as he chewed on the food. He called your name with a serious tone, your blood ran cold. “This is utterly fantastic, my dear.”

“Yes,” Loki agreed much to your confusion, “spectacular, darling.”

You were in shock. Had he not just criticized the dish moments earlier?

You let go of the breath you held, “thank you, Prince Thor,” you paused and with hesitance said, “thank you, Prince Loki.”

You fled the room as quickly as you could, doing what you could to avoid looking eager. These types of occurrences were not rare with the Prince. He was always mean and critical towards you directly but would praise you when you were within earshot of his family. What was rare was what he had done with the golden spoon. It was daring and utterly inappropriate. The only other time he had laid a hand on you in a scandalous way was when he had flipped your skirt.

It unnerved you and the scene would not leave your brain for the remainder of the day.

Just as you were going to retire to bed, Maria peaked her head through your door, “you’ve been summoned by Prince Loki.”

You sighed as soon as she left. You fixed yourself up and made your way to his room. Your mind was racing and you were scared to face him again in fear that he would do something inappropriate again.

You fiddled with the hem of your uniform skirt as you stood by Prince Loki’s door. You knocked as confidently as you could, waiting for him to open the door and let you in. You took a few breaths to calm yourself. But all that was thrown out as soon as the door creaked open.

You stepped inside, taking in the scent of his room as you made your way to the bookshelf after a brief bow. His hair was wet and his skin had a pink flush, he had likely just gotten out of the bath. He wore only a bathrobe, it was made of green silk to match his usual attire.

You heard a chuckle behind you but you ignored it, instead you knelt before the books and began to hastily organize them.

“Don’t rush, darling,” his voice was closer and you could practically feel his stare burning your backside.

“Yes, sir.”

He groaned. The hair on the back of your neck stood. “I like it when you’re polite. Sir.”

You didn’t say anything and he clicked his tongue.

Seconds later you felt the warmth of his body behind you. In fear you kept your eyes on the books. Maybe if you ignored it, he would go away.

A hand came to rest on your hip and you jumped at the sensation. His hips rocked forward, pressing his pelvis to your ass. The hard outline of his cock pushed into your flesh causing you to gasp. You tried to pull away but he caught you, tightening his grip on your side.

Another groan fell from his lips, “so warm. I wonder how your tight, little cunt is gonna feel. You’re a virgin, aren’t you?”

All the air left your lungs and you felt your lip wobble. You were. You never had time for men or boys, you were too busy helping your mother around. You didn’t respond and he began to grind his hips into yours, the hands holding you in place began to inch closer and closer to your pussy.

“I asked you a question, darling.”

You tried to fight back your tears by focusing on the books in front of you rather than the man behind you. “Prince Loki, please let me go.”

“No,” he said simply. “You’re my servant. You are to do what I say.”

You lunged forward at the feeling of his cold fingers reaching under your dress. He pinched at the flesh of your thigh, causing a tingling sensation to erupt in your cunt.

“Mm,” he groaned, hip thrusts speeding up. “Untouched little virgin.”

A tear fell from your eyes along with a shaky inhale.

“Brother! I must speak to you at once!”

The familiar booming voice had never sounded so heavenly. You ripped yourself from Prince Loki’s grasp just as the door flew open and the strong, blonde Prince walked in.

“Ah,” he said upon seeing you. His eyes flicked from you to his brother. Once, twice. “Hm.”

You reached up to wipe your tears and fix your skirt, “excuse me, Prince Thor. I was summoned by Prince Loki to assist in organizing his bookshelf.”

“At this hour?” He gave his brother a look of judgement. “Well, you’re free to return to the chambers. You may assist him tomorrow.” He offered you a gentle smile and you returned it surprisingly genuinely.

Prince Thor is kind. He’s lively and funny and he treats all the staff with the appropriate respect. He’s just decent if you really thought about it. But even that was far better than most of the other royalty.

You scurried back to your room and locked the door behind you. You sank to the floor and let the tears you had held fall.

The following days, Prince Thor began to request you more and more. Considering that he was the heir of the throne, his wishes were top priority. Even above Prince Loki’s. You were relieved and you tried your best to make it known without being too out front.

You smiled more, talked more and overall returned to your true self. It was someone you haven't seen since you were a child. It was scary but it was a pleasant change that you welcomed with open arms.

Prince Loki had done the opposite. He summoned you so many times a day the head maid had stopped telling you. So, even if you weren’t hearing it, you knew it was happening. But you couldn’t be bothered because you had not faced him since. You were busy from morning to night assisting Prince Thor.

After breakfast, Prince Thor had ordered you to dust the library. So you practically skipped over to the large room and began your task.

Aside from the usual discomfort from Prince Loki that came with the room, it was one of your favorites. You loved to read and being able to look through and care for the collection of books was your favorite part of the castle.

It was different from Prince Loki’s room because it was in an open space and not in a secluded bedroom.

As you dusted and organized the books, you stood on a moving ladder that allowed you to reach the higher shelves. You were so entranced by the pages of a novel Prince Thor had recommended earlier in the week that you did not hear the door open. Nor the footsteps that led to where you were standing.

“Oh, yes,” his daunting voice said, “this is what I like to see.”

You yelped and the book fell from your hands, landing on the ground beneath you. You caught yourself before you could fall.

Prince Loki stood under you, peering up under your skirt. You clenched your thighs shut tight, your heartrate picking up immediately.

“No, no,” he said, taking his cold hands and prying your thighs open to their previous position. “Keep them open for me. I want to see your pretty pussy.”

You ignored him, shutting them again. “I’m sorry, Prince Loki. Prince Thor ordered me to make the library spotless, I must return to work.”

“You will return to work when I allow it.”

You swallowed as his hand crept up your leg. “Open them wide for me. I would like to taste your pure, virgin essence. You’re probably as sweet as sugar, darling.”

“No, Prince Lo-“

“Do as I say!” He bellowed. You flinched as he forced his head in between your thighs.

He had never been so verbally direct so you tried to loosen up and do as told until an escape presented itself.

You shakily opened your legs and he dove in. His tongue lapped your cunt through your panties, dampening the fabric. Involuntarily, you jolted up and away from this mouth.

His hands moved to pull on your hips and bring them closer to his awaiting lips. His tongue flicked at a rapid pace, lapping at your covered clit. You gasped, feeling your balance wavering.

He removed his head, “take those off. I can’t taste you.”

You didn’t move. He sighed in annoyance and all but pried your hands from the ladder. You wiggled in his hold as he dragged you away. You reached for whatever you could. You caught hold of the railing and you planted your feet to the ground as sobs fell from you.

Prince Loki huffed, “fine. Make this difficult.”

He flipped your skirt like he had before and he yanked your panties down your legs in one movement. The cold air of the room made you shiver as it came in contact with your pussy.

Prince Loki smacked your ass, groaning as the skin rippled. “I’ve been dying to catch a glimpse of this pretty pussy, darling.” You were in shock.

You tried to pull away again, but he delivered another slap. Only this time it was harder. You flinched in pain.

“Please,” you could still feel the burn of the area.

“Of course, darling. No need to beg me.”

You almost let go of the railing, relieved that he was going to let you go. Instead, his lips reconnected with your cunt, lapping rapidly at your mound once more.

That hadn’t been what you meant. Despair filled your body as his tongue circled your clit and licked up the slick that had begun to leak from you.

You whined loudly. The sensation was so new to you, it felt foreign. You hated the way your body wanted to lean into it. Your legs were shaking and your hold on the railing was so tight it had begun to hurt.

“It’s so obvious you’ve never been touched,” his voice was slightly muffled, “you’re so sensitive.”

He suckled at your mound as his hands kneaded the flesh of your ass above his head. You had stopped crying and your mind was racing. Were you… enjoying this?

One of his long fingers prodded at your hole, circling it. You were distracted by his tongue on your bud that you didn’t notice as he pushed the finger in slowly. A sudden pain rushed through your body and your eyes widened.

“No, please, Prince Loki, don’t.”

He ignored you and continued pushing his finger in until the entire length was inside. He held it there for a few seconds as his tongue continued its assault on your cunt.

Slowly, this finger slid in and out. Squelching noises filled the room. You felt your face heat from embarrassment of the lewd sound.

“So wet,” he said, suckling harshly at your nub.

You felt something building in your belly and your breathing became uneven.

“Let me go. Let me go,” your voice was weak and strained.

“Cum for me, darling. Let it go.”

Again. It was like he was speaking to you without actually speaking to you. Like he was altering your words to fit his wants. You just wanted him to let you leave. You didn’t want him.

Still, he’s tongue licked up your cunt, focusing on your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of your hole. Soon, you felt a release in your belly as your body shook, your eyes closed and the pleasure turned to pain.

“Stop! Stop, please!” You cried, kicking one of your legs back.

He didn’t budge but he did stop. He pulled back and his eyes had darkened in the way you had learned to loathe. “You’re even sweeter than I imagined. You taste as pure as sugar.”

You grimaced, shakily standing and tugging your skirt down. He had rid you of your panties and you didn’t bother to look. You wanted to leave and pretend this had never happened.

The way he spoke disgusted you. You tried not to think about his comments as you stumbled to the door.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it, darling. I felt how wet you were.”

You had returned to normal. You were back to being a shell of a person.

You woke up sweaty and breathing heavily more times than you would like to admit. As much as the rest of the royal staff — and even Prince Thor — tried, you couldn’t shake what had happened. But you still never told a soul.

I’m just not feeling well, you’d say.

Luckily, Prince Thor still kept you close. You wondered if he knew of the antics of his brother. You liked to believe he was protecting you, that he deemed you worthy of saving.

You still took your own precautions, though. You would make up any excuse not to serve at mealtimes or anywhere Prince Loki knew you frequented. Like the library, the gardens, or the kitchens. You’d rush to your room as quickly as you possibly could at the end of every night, praying you wouldn’t run into the Prince.

It worked for a few days. Until it didn’t.

You shut the door hastily and locked it, sighing in relief at the feeling of security. You turned slowly, feeling your heart plummet to the ground at the sight of the man sitting on your mattress.

“This is not very comfortable,” he said nonchalantly, like he hadn’t broken into your room. It was your only place of solace and you knew it would never feel that way again.

You didn’t say anything, you just looked at him in fear.

“I’ll arrange for you to have a new one put in as soon as possible,” he gave you an unnerving smile.

You didn’t know what to think.

“I have not been able to stop thinking about you, darling,” he stood from the bed. “The taste of you is otherworldly. Nothing compares.”

You took a step back as he took one towards you. “Prince Loki, you should not be here.”

“On the contrary, darling. I have to be here. I am drawn to you, to your sweet little hole. I must feel it. I must be the one to rid you of your innocence. I have waited,” he twirled a piece of your hair around his finger, “far too long.”

You felt your lips wobble, “please, no.”

“But I must, darling,” he made a faux face of worry, “it is your duty to serve me, is it not?”

A tear slipped. You wish you could say no, but he was right. Your mother had taught you to obey all orders no matter what. But this was too much. You didn’t react.

Prince Loki grabbed your chin, his cold, calloused fingers burned your skin. “I want to claim your innocence as my own.”

Tears were falling quickly now and you couldn’t stand it. You didn’t care about what your mother or the other servants had said. This is not what you wanted. He would not claim your virtue.

You shoved him away, bolting towards the door. You fiddled with the locks, holding out hope that you would get out. But your room was small. He had caught up to you before you could unlock it.

The Prince gripped your hair and yanked it back, using his free hand to hold your throat. “You will do as told.”

He shoved you back, causing you to fall onto your bed. The familiar scent of your sheets was tainted with his aroma. How long had he been there?

You wasted no time pulling your clothes off. His eyes were hungry as they raked over your body. You tried to fight him off, pry his hands off but he wouldn’t budge. You watched as he slipped your panties into his pocket. Did he have your other pair?

He leaned down to kiss your pussy, open mouthed and greedy. He moaned at the taste before standing and ridding himself of his bottoms. You tried to run again but he stopped you, giving you a look filled with venom.

You flinched back and he forced your legs open with his own. You feared looking down but you couldn't help yourself.

His cock was red and angry, it was curved and you couldn’t imagine it fitting inside you.

“Prince, no, please, please, no!” You writhed under him, pushing on the hands that held down your wrists.

He propped himself up, hold tight on your wrists as he spit onto your cunt. You weren’t wet this time, you knew that.

That didn’t stop him, he persisted. He gathered the spit with the tip of his dick, circling his hard shaft against your mount.

“Are you afraid?” He asked, eyes trained on your face as you looked down. “I know you are.”

You began to kick your legs. He rolled his eyes and forced your legs open wider with his own, limiting your movements.

His cock brushed your hole and you gasped at the feeling. He began to push himself in and you held your breath, your tears were hot and trailing down your face and neck.

It felt like his finger had, only worse. His cock was bigger and thicker. He leaned down to lap at your tears.

“My little virgin,” he whispered. “You’re all mine, darling.”

You were sobbing uncontrollably as he bottomed out. You still weren’t wet and it felt like sandpaper as he pulled out. It didn’t seem that way for him because his eyes rolled to the back of his head in pleasure. He spit a few more times before pushing back in.

You screamed in pain, hoping someone, anyone would come to help you. You knew they could hear you and that only added to your despair. “Please,” you repeated like a mantra. Plearse stop.

“So lovely when you beg, darling,” he said, burying his face into your neck. He licked at the tears that had fallen there and moaned at the taste before thrusting at a steady pace. You couldn’t stop crying.

“Relax, darling. I can feel you getting wetter by the second, just let yourself enjoy it.”

That couldn’t be true. There was no way you were ever going to enjoy an interaction like this. But soon you hear the squelching noises you had heard before and your body let out an involuntary moan. It was quiet but you knew he had heard it. He began to thrust faster, harder.

“You’re so tight, my darling.”

My darling. You felt sick.

You wanted to kick him, punch him, hurt him. He stole your virtue away. He had no right.

Or did he?

“You’re so obedient, my darling. You’re doing so well.”

Finally something had satisfied him, you thought.

You were sobbing as moans and whined fell from your lips, they mingled with his own sounds of pleasure.

You felt the familiar weight in your belly. No, no, no.

His fingers reached to rub circles into your mound. You didn’t last after that.

You spasmed around his cock, your walls clenched around it.

“Fuck, my darling, you’re heavenly,” he panted. “I’m gonna paint your insides white.”

You didn’t know what he meant by that but you didn’t want to find out. You weakly thrashed under him, straining against his hold on your wrists legs and legs.

A sudden burst of warmth shot through your body. He collapsed onto you while you laid frozen in shock.

He had bred you. Your mother had told you to never let a man breed you.

You were still in shock as he kissed your neck lazily. He hauled himself up and planted a kiss on your frozen lips. He pulled his bottoms on and started for the door, “I will return tomorrow, my darling.”

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your lip wobbles as mean!remus stares menacingly at you, mouth in a tight line and arms crossed. you cross your legs as a shiver runs up your spine. you hug yourself to protect your body against the cold air of his room.

he grabs your chin roughly, bending to your level, “did I say you could move?” his voice was calm but his eyes were hard and angry.

you pulled your cheek between your teeth, shaking your head. you withheld the tears that threatened to spill, knowing it would only anger him more.

“what did I say about about disobeying me?”

the a tear ran down your face with a whimper. he rolled his eyes and pushed your head back,

“you’re crying?” he scoffed, “always the victim, aren’t you?”

you said nothing, afraid of your voice.

“get on your stomach.”

you gasped, “no,” your voice was weak and soft. “rem, I’m sorry.” you shook your head. you were already humiliated, naked before his clothed body while being lectured by your boyfriend. you hated this punishment. you’d rather sit through a spanking than this.

“now,” he seethed, “I’m not saying it again.”

you could see the disappointment and irritation on his pretty face. you let the tears fall as you turned around, burying your face into his pillow as you shivered again.

a sudden slap to your ass made you jolt, hands gripping the sheets as you awaited your punishment.

remus ran a hand up your bare body as he unbuckled his belt. you bit into the pillow, feeling the tip of his hard cock prod at your hole. your salty tears soaked into the fabric as he pushed into your ass.

you whimpered in pain, kicking your legs up and tightening your grip until your hands hurt.

you were becoming embarrassingly wet as he mercilessly pushed in and out of your ass, paying no attention to your cunt.

remus’ hot breath fanned over your neck as he pressed his body into yours. his t-shirt was soft against the bare skin of your back but his jeans rubbed and slapped your delicate thighs harshly.

he groped the fat of your ass, biting into your shoulder, “at least you’re not totally disobedient. your body seems to obey me quite well.”

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eddie knew it was wrong. he knew that he shouldn’t be following you home, or to work, your lectures…

he watched you chat with robin, collecting your things before you’d exit the back door, following the same path into the woods and towards your house. it was dangerous, walking in there all alone.

he was doing you a service, in a way. what if some creepy guy went after you? what if you didn’t notice with your music blasting so loudly. what if he got ahold of you, pressed you against one of the many trees and pulled your shorts down your plush thighs, taking you in whatever way he wanted?

he blood rush to his flaccid cock. he would never allow that, that’s why he was followed you home every night, standing the line of trees there to conceal his presence. he was the good guy.

a twig snapped under his shoe, causing you to whip your head around. he moved quickly to stand behind the thick trunk of a tree. you looked scared as you looked around, scanning the dark trees. you adjusted your shoulder bag and continued on, picking up your pace.

eddie thought of the scared look in your eyes. he wondered if you’d look at him like that if he were to grab you. he’d have to cover your mouth to muffle the inevitable screaming. so, he would have to forgo the view of your pretty pout. he would pull you close and grind his hardening dick against your ass, humping the flesh through the barrier with as much force as he would your cunt if he had access. damn those shorts. they made it hard to resist you. but alas he never would, he was the good guy.

he was closer to you now than he usually was. he could hear your breathing. could you hear his? could you hear the way his breathing turned ragged just from the mere thought of dry humping you? from the discomfort in his pants?

you started running, leaves crunched under your feet as you tried sprinting away. dramatic, he thought as he fell into an easy jog behind you.

you didn’t turn around, he knew you were too afraid to. a part of him hoped you would, just to see the fear in your eyes again as he followed you home, knowing that there was no way you would get away from him.

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good little sister | sirius black + remus lupin !

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synopsis: sirius punishes you for not being a good stepsister after your date with remus.

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Your reflection stared back at you from the vanity mirror in front of you. The red lipstick you had kissed onto it was as fresh and intricate as it was when your stepbrother had pushed your face into the mirror as he fucked you ruthlessly from behind.

Your heart fluttered at the memory.

Sirius sure did love you. He confided you. You were the only person he could think to go to when he needed to cool off, to bring himself back down to earth. He told you so himself. And he’d never lie. The warm crevice in between your legs was the only cure for Sirius, made just for him.

You smiled at your reflection and picked up your lipgloss, applying a thin coat to your plump lips. You deemed your appearance appropriate and stood to leave, grabbing your coat and skipping out of your bedroom and down the stairs.

You bid your father and stepmother goodbye and began your journey downtown for your date.

Remus was close friends with your stepbrother. He had asked you to join him on a date and you giddily agreed. Of course you had asked him if Sirius was aware and okay with the date but Remus had dismissed you and ensured you it was okay. So here you were, locking hands with your stepbrothers best friend.

“You look lovely today, darling,” he said lowly into your ear.

You felt your cheeks get warm, Sirius had helped you pick out the pretty white dress that adorned your body. He had chosen it and praised you all night as you wore it in his bed. It had take you ages to get all the cum out of the delicate fabric.

“Thank you, Remmy,” you responded, shyly looking down at your figure. “Thought you’d like it.”

He smiled down at you, his hand squeezing yours as you guided you towards the ice cream parlor.

You licked happy at your vanilla ice cream cone when Remus pulled out a camera. You smiled at him as he messed with it, sitting in silence as he concentrated. Soon enough, the camera was pointed into your direction. Remus looked at you through the lens, as you bashfully hid your face with a giggle as he snapped a few photos.

Remus was taking a lot of photos of you. He said you were his little model, his muse. He posed you every which way, smirking as the you heard the camera click over and over. You were so glad you were able to hold his attention like you were.

“Y’look beautiful in this one,” he said, tilting the camera towards you. It was a photo of you bent over the railing of a bridge, smiling brightly with your ice cream cone. Your hair had flown into your face, but not enough to hide your cheerful expression, the sticky vanilla ice cream aided your hair, making it stick to your lips. Your ice cream was melting quicker than you were able to eat it. Sticky, white, sugary cream ran down your hands, coating them in a thick layer. Your arms pressed your tits into each other, making them peak out of the top of your dress. Your white lacy bra gleaming in the sun. Your dress had also ridden up the the back, your panties peaking just slightly through, the white cotton material accentuating the curve of your ass.

You flushed again, oblivious to his preying eyes and malicious smirk. “We ought to show, y’brother. Hm?”

You nodded quickly, “mhm, Siri loves this dress.”

“I bet he does, sweet girl.”

Within seconds your phone was bombarded with missed calls and texts from Sirius, commanding you to come home. Though, you’d never know. Remus had taken your phone from you for safekeeping, he knew how often you misplaced it.

Remus ran his hand up and down your thigh as he drove you home, stopping just below your core, and making his way back down. You watched his hand shakily, hoping he’d reach for your pussy.

His hand rested on your upper thigh for a few seconds. You shifted in your seat, causing his fingers to press into your panties. You let out a shaky breath, “please.”

“Please?” He repeated, his eyes focused on the road.

“Please touch me, Remmy. Please.”

Remus’ finger flicked at your clit, cashing you to jolt upwards. “Y’brother wouldn’t like this very much.”

You tried to ignore him, moving your hips slightly to cause what little friction his fingertip could provide. But Sirius upset expression flashed in your brain. You whined loudly and halted your movements, using your hands to hide your face.

Sirius wouldn’t do this to you, would he? Why were you here begging to be touched by his friend when Sirius was the only one that could help you? You were supposed to be a good sister.

You felt Remus’ hand find refuge in between your legs, his hand cupping your wet cunt under your panties. You felt yourself throb against him. Tears welled up in your eyes.

Remus rubbed circles into your clit with the the little movement he was able to do between your clenched thighs. It felt so good. You let out a cry, tears streamed down your face and you knew your mascara was creating black streaks on your cheeks.

You involuntarily opened your thighs, the sensation of Remus’ rough hands on your little pussy making your mind hazy form pleasure. “Rem,” you cried.

“Feel good, baby?” He asked, giving your clit a light pinch.

“Mhm,” you replied. Sirius taught you good manners. Always be thankful for what you’re given.

You writhed in your seat as Remus nonchalantly drove. You turned to look at him, your chest heaving. You eyes locked on his lips. They weren’t as plump as Sirius’.

You puckered your lips as you whined, aching for a kiss. Remus looked at you and smirked, “need a kiss? Hm?”

You whined again, leaving towards him, painfully stretching your body over the center console. He took his eyes off the road and gave you a slow, sensual kiss. It felt different than kissing Sirius.

Sirius would take your face into his hands, squeezing your cheeks together or grabbing your jaw or your neck, he’d kiss you roughly, messily, hungrily. Remus was slow and composed.

Your lips chased his as he pulled away, his eyes fixing themselves on the road as he pinched your clit again, making you whine again.

You felt yourself getting closer. Your hips began to buck into his hand, grinding against his palm as he worked in sync with you. You came with a loud whine. You felt Remus continue his movements, his fingers helping you through your orgasm.

He removed his fingers and moved them close to your mouth. You opened it obediently, lapping your tongue over his rough fingers and sucking them clean.

Remus hummed, “trained you well, did he?”

You nodded, “Siri’s a good brother.”

Remus simply smiled, resting his hand on your knee for the rest of the ride.

He pulled up to your house and you immediately noticed the lack of cars in the driveway. Sirius’ motorcycle was the only vehicle parked outside your home. You felt tears prick your eyes again, he’d be so disappointed if he found out what Remus had done to you.

Remus stopped the car and gave your knee a squeeze. You turned to look at him, teary-eyed, lip quivering. He smirked slightly, “y’should head inside. Sirius’ been looking for you.” He handed your phone back to you.

You switched it on, seeing the notifications of missed calls and texts. Your tears fell and you let out a sob. You wanted to be a good sister. Remus lifted your wet face with his hands and wiped your tears with his fingertips. He stared down at your messy face, tears stained black, your lipstick smudged down to your chin. You looked into his eyes, taking in the mix of honey brown and forest green of his eyes to compose yourself.

He pulled you in for another slow kiss. He sucked on your tongue and you whined, giving into him again. He let out a chuckle and pulled away, “so easy.”

You didn’t acknowledge what he had said, you continued to stare at him as he nudged you and nodded towards your house.

You frowned and exited the car, looking back at him for approval. He nodded and you walked to the front door.

You hesitated, placing your hand on the doorknob for a few seconds before actually working up the courage to open it. You felt on the verge of tears again.

The house was silent. You kicked off your shoes and hung your purse, waiting to hear a noise. Nothing.

“Siri?” You called, still standing in the doorway.

“Now you wanna speak to me?” Your head turned to your left towards his voice.

Your lips quivered. “M’sorry.”

He scoffed, “m’sorry.” He mocked your tone and began to walk towards you.

You shifted in your spot and looked down at the floor.

“Spent the day with Remus? Hm, whore?” He stood in front of you, looking down at you. You didn’t respond, afraid tears would fall at any moment.

He gripped your chin harshly and forced your head up. You stared at him through murky eyes. He shook his head at you and you whimpered, “not a good little sister. Y’just a filthy slut,” he spit.

You let out a sob, shaking your own head, “no, Siri, m’sorry.”

“You just go around and fuck my friends, hm? Let him fuck you, huh?” His grip tightened.

“No! Didn’t,” you cried, wrapping one of you hands around his.

“Aw,” he mocked, pouting, “he didn’t fuck your stupid little cunt?”

You shook your head, trying to pry his hands away from your face. He took his free hand and slapped you. You cried in pain. “Don’t push me away, slut.”

You dropped your hands and frowned at him, “sorry, sorry, sorry,” your tears were seemingly never ending. You couldn’t think about what you must look like. Hair in disarray and makeup ruined.

He mocked you again, joining in as you chanted sorry after sorry. He lead you to the couch, the material grazing your thighs. His hand moved to your throat where he applied pressure, cutting off your air way just enough to make you dizzy. “Bet you wanted him to fuck you, didn’t you?”

You shook your head and he squeezed harder. “Only… you,” you croaked out, breathless.

“Me? I don’t think you thought about me while you were with Remus, baby. Showing him everything that’s mine,” he moved closer to you, his teeth gritted as he spoke.

You leaned into his touch, so ready to give into him. He chuckled darkly, “such a slut for your stepbrother.”

He took his hands off your throat. As you caught your breath, Sirius hiked up dress. He gave your pussy a hard slap, “mine.”

You felt yourself become wet. He moved your panties to the side, stopping abruptly. “Did he touch you?”

You paused. He looked at you and pushed you down onto the couch, pulling your panties off hurriedly. A year fell from your eyes as he looked up at you from in between your legs as he finished his inspection on your pussy.

“You let him,” he scoffed. “Dirty whore.”

You let out a sob, “sorry. Only played with my clit, I promise.”

“I promise,” he mimicked. “Y’not a good little sis.”

You cried harder, covering your face with your hands.

He flipped you over roughly, giving your ass a hard slap. “Gonna show you. No one is better than y’brother.”

You cried, shaking your head. You didn’t like it when he was angry. He hurt you. He went too deep, too rough.

He laughed darkly, “don’t care what you want, love.”

You heard him take his pants off behind you. His cock hit your clit, you jolted. He spit on your folds, using his fingers to split you open. “Don’t want this dirty pussy.”

He fingers brushed over your ass, his fingers prodding at the right hole. You squirmed, trying to get away. He smacked your ass again roughly. “Bet Remus didn’t touch you here, did he?”

You shook your head, “no, Siri, please.”

You felt the head of his cock take place of his finger. He didn’t bother to prep you. He wanted to see you in pain for what you did. You tried to move away, crying loudly.

He pushed his cock in, taking in the tightness of your virgin hole and the way your face contorted at the painful stretch. He pushed himself in, staying still for you to adjust. It’s the least he could do.

You shut your eyes tightly, the feeling of Sirius’ big cock in your ass was new and unfamiliar. It hurt beyond belief. But it was for the best, you’re sure. You betrayed him and all he did was love you. Your stepbrother loved you.

Sirius began to thrust in and out of you, the tightness of your hole drawing him close to the edge quicker than normal. He knew he wouldn’t last. “You’re mine,” he growled, grabbing hold of your hair.

You nodded, turning to look at him as he pulled you up by your hair. “Yours.”

“Y’get fucked by your stepbrother, huh slut? And y’like it,” he grabbed hold of your jaw again, opening your mouth by squeezing your cheeks together as he fucked you. He spit into your mouth as you whined against him.

Your eyes began to roll to the back of your head, the pain becoming pleasurable. “Mm,” you moaned, swallowing his spit. He groaned, picking up his pace. You clenched, not used to the change of pace. He groaned loudly, his thrusts slowing down momentarily.

“Gonna cum,” he admitted, thrusting ruthless into you. You moaned, arching into him. A warm sensation filled your body, warming you to your core. Sirius pushed you away from him, onto the couch as he pulled out. He smacked your ass again, “bad girls don’t cum.”

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omg but a pt 2 of sweet cherry where he actually fucks you 🥺🥵

cherries & cream | remus lupin !

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word count: 2.6k

synopsis: remus protects you just like he did your tie.

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¡ part one: sweet cherry !

He had your tie for a week and counting.

The aroma his cum and your perfume created was intoxicating.

He’d lost control several times in the time the article of clothing had been in his possession.

Your scent lingered on it and each time he was within its proximity he was overwhelmed by the scent and his cock would harden and he’d have no choice but to cum on it once more.

Remus wasn’t used to this. He had always been in control of himself and his emotions; his reactions to those emotions. He was unsure why he wasn’t able to do so now.

You just looked so pretty the last week. Your neck was bare of the rich blue color and your breasts looked perkier without the tie to conceal them. He tried to keep his eyes away from the swell on your chest but he couldn’t help but think back to the cum-covered tie under his pillow and how it would look around your neck. How it would bounce up and down as you walked, the stiff, damp fabric hitting your pretty tits with every step.

You often sported a worried pout and furrowed brow. Your rouged cheeks making an excellent accessory to your disheveled state. He almost felt sorry for you. Almost. He’d ought to teach to you to keep track of your precious things. He could teach your sweet innocent self more than just that.

You had lost a significant amount of house points in the last week, which only added to your worry. You’d plead the professors not to punish you, to let you off just once. You’d clasp your hands together tightly and lift yourself slightly on your tip toes as a soft “please, professor,” fell from your lips. The words had fallen so beautifully. He was sure there was not a prettier sight than you begging so pathetically.

And today was no different, you were begging Slughorn to withhold the punishment, swearing to heave your tie by Monday morning. Your short skirt rose as you bounced childishly, growing impatient as you awaited his response.

He watched as you bounced, catching a quick glimpse at your pretty cherry red panties. He let out a small scoff, shaking his head as he fought to ignore the tightening of his trousers. He could teach you a thing or two about modesty.

He locked eyes with Peter, “okay?” He murmured, eyebrows risen in curiosity.

“Mhm,” Remus replied, eyes flickering down to his unfinished sandwich.

“You’ve been pretty distracted this week, mate,” James spoke up, turning his attention away from Sirius.

James sat directly in front of him, his head almost blocking you from view. Slughorn spoke sternly to you. Your head was slightly bowed, your feet crossed over each other and your hands were clasped behind your back. You looked ashamed and he could only guess he hadn’t given in to your pleads. His pants tightened some more. You were just taking it. Like a good girl, you stood there and accepted the stern scolding from your professor.

“Yeah, a lot more in y’head than normal, Moony,” Sirius joined, shoving his shoulder.

Remus clicked his tongue, “m’fine. Just need to deal with something.”

He gotten an unexpected burst of confidence as he strode over to where you stood. Professor Slughorn had left by then with a shake of his head. Remus assumed he hadn’t given in to you, as you still stood there with your head fallen.

Now that he was closer to you he had lost some of his confidence. He looked back to his friends. James and Sirius had picked up their conversation again and he could see Peters eyes on him, though he tried to hide it. He looked back and you and he saw you already looking at him.

“Hi Remus,” you said solemnly, lifting your hand to wave lazily. You looked sad and completely disheartened, he felt the urge to find Slughorn to defend you.

He inhaled, “hey.” His voice came out softer than he wanted mc though you didn’t seem to notice. He cleared his throat, “are you okay?”

Your lip quivered, “Professor Slughorn is upset with me. But I just can’t seem to find my tie.” You shifted, your hands playing with the hem of your short skirt. “Lost it a while ago n’I can’t remember where I put it.”

He clicked his tongue without thinking. Your eyes darted up to look at him like he had yelled your name to get your attention. You looked at him guiltily, as if you expected him to be disappointed in you as well. He felt himself twitch.

Without thinking, “y’know, I probably should have told you earlier,” your eyes filled with confusion. “I actually picked up your tie, um, you left it in the library. I meant to return to you but I seem to have forgotten.”

Forgotten. He almost felt ridiculous saying it. Even though you didn’t know what he had been doing, it felt wrong to lie like that when it was such a big part of his daily routine.

You brightened, smiling widely. “Really? Thank you!” You exclaimed in excitement, again bouncing up and down on your heels. Your tongue was tainted bright red, he wanted to leaned down and give you a kiss. Suck on your pretty red tongue as you whined into his mouth, he just knew you tasted sweet.

He smiled, “yeah, it’s in my dorm. We can go get it if you’d like.”

You nodded frantically, “yes, thank you.”

Remus turned around quickly, trying to keep himself from getting a hard-on. So blindly obedient. He wanted to bend you over right then and take you.

He heard you chasing after him, stopping with a hop to match his pace. You smiled up at him, “so glad you found it. I know it was safe with you.”

He just smiled back, gripping your shoulder to lead you towards Gryffindor tower. You easily leaned into him, trusting him so easily. The saccharine cherry scent flooded his nose once more, sending him to a daze. Your shoulder was warm and fit perfectly under his hand as he gripped it. Like you were made from him.

As you reached the door to his dorm, Remus paused. Anxiously, he realized he didn’t think this plan through. The tie laid under his pillow, covered in his releases, one of which he knew was still wet and sticky as he had snuck away to jerk off just an hour earlier. The way you looked at him made him feel as though you might not care. You said yourself that you were glad he had it. You said you knew he’d keep it safe. You trusted him.

There was new sense of possessiveness that overtook him the longer he held onto your personal possession. He like he owns you in a sense. You belonged to him because he could do whatever he wanted to something that belonged to you. He knew he was thinking irrationally, but he couldn’t help it.

A wave of confidence rushed through him as you looked up at him with your pretty eyes. He unlocked the door, holding it open for you to step inside.

You looked around curiously, your eyes stopping upon Remus’ bed. You walked closer to it, stopping once it hit your knees.

“Where is it?” You asked as you looked around.

He felt his pants tighten at the simple sight of you standing before his bed.

“Under my pillow,” he started, not trying to conceal his hardening length. “Kept it safe and safe there.”

He watched with a malicious smirk as you bent down and over the bed, your panties poking out again. “Your delicate fingers reached for his pillow, the cherry red of your fingernails complimenting his bedsheets. He let out a shaky breath as you lifted it up.

You stared at the tie for a few seconds, your fingers hovering over it. The blue fabric had various shades of blue and white painted over the surface, a sticky, wet, pile of his cum sat near your fingers. You let out a little gasp, turning to loon at him with your eyes wide and innocent. “What’s this?”

“My cum,” he said bluntly. The innocent look in your eyes made him feel bold. He felt like you were finally his little plaything, just what he wanted. His little cherry.

Your cheeks were flushed. It was as if you had taken a ripe cherry and smeared it across your plump cheeks. They were stained so perfectly, so prettily, “and you kept it safe for me?”

He nodded, “m’cum keeps pretty things like you safe and sound. Keeps all the bad guys away since they know you’re being protected.”

You hummed, “that’s so nice, Remmy.” You picked up the tie finally, running your hands over the stiff fabric.

“Works better of its inside, y’know.”

You peered up at him, leaning back to sit on your knees. You pulled the tie closer to your face, the blue of the tie contrasting your flushed face. You pulled it close to your nose, inhaling deeply as your eyes fluttered shut.

Remus watched you, somehow feeling more in control of himself than he had previously. “Taste it.”

You hummed, peaking your red tongue out and giving the wet cum a light flick. He walked towards you, watching as you gave it another lick. “Good?”

You nodded, “so good. M’safe?”

He knelt down to your level, and nodded again, taking your face in his hands and he enveloped your lips. You tasted just like he imagined, overly sweet and intoxicating. He tasted himself on your tongue.

Your inexperience was clear as your tongue cluelessly roamed his mouth. It made him hornier as you struggled to kiss him properly. He pulled back, “good girl.”

You looked dazed and fucked out and he hadn’t touched you. He twitched again.

He pulled you up from the floor, placing you on his bed. Your kept your gaze on him as his eyes roamed your body. Your shirt strained against your tits, the spaces between the struggling holes giving him a view of your pretty red bra. His eyes lowered to your plush thighs the soft skin seemingly never ending.

“Gonna keep me safe?” You asked.

He sighed, “have to deflower you to do that, baby,” you looked at him, confused. “Pop your little cherry.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, thinking carefully. He watched you bite your lip before you nodded. “Can take it.”

He paused, “hm?”

“Can take my cherry. Trust you. Want you to keep me safe.”

Your eyes showed him your full submission and almost came right then. He leaned in again and took your face, kissing you sloppily as he pushed you onto your back. He hoped your scent would seep into his sheets and stay there forever.

His hands moved up your body, giving your tummy a grope before reaching your tits. The buttons were about to pop as he gave your right boob a hard squeeze. You whined, your legs moving up to rest on his bed. He relished in the noise. He’d be content if that was the only noise he ever heard again.

He worked to unbuttoned your shirt, hastily pulling it off as soon he could. Your lacy red bra looked exquisite against your skin tone, he pulled away from your mouth and gave each one an eager bite. Your hand reached for his hand, touching it gently. He unclasped your bra with ease and you shivered as he pulled it off. He looked up and caught sight of your hesitant eyes. He kept eye contact as he took your nipple into mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. He lapped hardened bud, blowing air into it as he pulled away. You whined some more, your hips jerking upwards.

He smiled, kissing a trail down your abdomen. You gasped as he lifted your skirt, moving up to your waist. Your thighs clenched together as you gasped. His face hovered above your drenched panties. He ran his hands up and down your thighs, “you’re okay, baby.”

You loosened your thighs, your face getting hotter as he pried them apart. “Oh,” he said, staring at your puffy pussy.

He’d seen it several times, peaking out of your skirt. But that didn’t compare to what he was seeing now. Your puffy cunt strained against the fabric, the wet patch clinging to your lips. He could smell your arousal from where he stood, so sweet.

He gave it a peck, listening to your moan from the simple action. He peeled your red panties from your cunt, groaning and feeling his cock painfully strain in his trousers at the sight of your puffy, glistening pussy. Your panties were drenched and he slid them into his drawer.

He dove into your pussy, showing no mercy as he mouthed at your virgin cunt. You writhed under him, kicking your feet and tightening your thighs around his head. He felt addicted to your sugary cunt, he almost couldn’t pull away.

In fact, he didn’t. He kept his mouth on your clit as he slid his finger to your hole. He struggled to fit his finger in as your cunt was tightened over nothing. He couldn’t wait to feel it squeeze his cock. He sucked on your slut as he struggled to loosen you.

Impatience filled him as he watched your fucked out expression. You looked almost brainless, unable to focus on anything as you laid there, moan after moan escaping your pretty lips.

He popped off your clit, “can you take my cock? Hm?”

You nodded dumbly, “can take it.”

He took his finger out, knowing there’d be a painful sting as he slid himself in.

Remus tore his clothes off, wanting to feel your soft skin on his scarred body. He positioned himself on top of you, pulling your legs up to his waist.

You stared dumbly at him, as he prodded your entérate with his cock head. You bit your lip as he began to slide in, panic settling in your eyes. He gave your lips a peck, “s’okay. I’ll protect you.” You nodded.

Tears fell from your eyes as he forced himself in. The tightness of your cunt, the aroma of cherry that flooded over him, and your crying eyes almost made him cum immediately. He paused as he bottomed out, giving you a reassuring kiss as you whined in pain. He peaked in between your bodies, catching sight of the crimson liquid on his pelvis. Your eyes followed his, and you gasped, trying to squirm away.

He held you in place, looking you in the eyes as he began to thrust in and out of you. You whined, hands grasping his biceps. Your red nails dug into his skin, drawing blood to match yours. Red rivers fell from the wounds and you cried as you took his cock so well.

Your teeth bit down on your lips. He moved to kiss you, not wanting you to bite them too hard. Your pussy fluttered against him as your whined turned to moans. He thrusted into you mercilessly as he felt your cunt give into him. You moaned loudly, nails digging into his skin harder.

You shook lightly as he fucked into you. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you let out a silent scream. Your walls squeezed him tightly, spasming as you came. He groaned as he came inside you, fucking his cum into you for as long as he could. He collapsed beside you, watching as you tried to regain composure. Your fingers dipped to your pussy. They were covered in his cum as you lifted them up.

He smiled, patting your full belly. “Now you’re safe, my little cherry,” he said, planting a kiss on your head.

#I’m so sorry but the title cracks me up idk why #anon lovey <3 #bellegetsdark #by belle !#marauders #marauders era #marauders era smut #marauders smut #remus (belle’s version)#remus smut #remus #remus x reader smut #remus x reader #remus lupin smut #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin

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open window | peter parker !

¡ 18+ ! ¡ minors do not interact !

word count: 1.4k

synopsis: peter comes through your window after a night out to make sure you’re okay.

content warning: fem!reader, stalker!peter, stalking, oral (female receiving), dry humping, dubcon (intoxicated reader), exhibitionism

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you never thought much about Peter Parker. In your eyes he was just the nice guy who hung around your friend MJ and occasionally let you copy his chemistry homework.

Peter, on the other hand, thought a lot about you. Your short skirts, pretty tops and shiny hair. Your glossy, plump lips and striking eyes. The soft skin of your legs and collarbones. The way your hand would graze his as you took his homework from grasp, your bracelets sliding down your wrist as you pulled your hand away. Your perfect voice as you thanked him, his name falling from your lips beautifully.

He had begun to swing by your apartment, peering in through your window as you removed your makeup and did your homework. He listened as you talked on the phone and sang songs.

He would also follow you home like he was tonight. You had a few drinks with MJ and we’re on your way home a little drunk. Peter told himself he just wanted you to get home safe and sound. But he didn’t leave when you unlocked your apartment and stepped inside, kicking off your heels. He instead climbed through your fire escape, using your tipsy mind to his advantage, knowing you’d dismiss the sound.

You walked towards your pantry, none the wiser about the man that had entered your home. You grabbed a random snack and hastily opened the package, shoving the sweet food into your mouth and moaning at the taste. You wiped your hands absentmindedly on your dress as you walked into your living room and pulled it over your head, leaving you in your bra and panties.

Peter watched you from the opening of your bedroom. His eyes darted up and down your body, as he licked his lips and felt blood rush to cock. He watched as you fell onto your couch, your legs spread wide and your left hand on your breasts. You unlocked your phone and began mindlessly scrolling through it, sighing as your hands began to massage your bra-covered tits.

His eyes moved to your open window, your blinds pulled up, the breeze flowing through. How many people out there could see you? How many people watched you like he did?

A moan escaped your lips and his eyes snapped back to you. Your hand disappeared into your panties and your phone was lazily tossed onto your coffee table. He felt his hand twitch forward, unsure if he urged to touch you or close that damn window.

You rubbed your circles on your clit, occasionally sneaking your finger down to prod at you hole. You let out a deep breath, your eye scanning the room. The figure if a man in your darkened bedroom caught your eye. You recognized his blue and red skintight instantly, even in the shadows. You bit your lip, the thought of the superhero watching your touch yourself causing a wave of arousal throughout your body. You were suddenly drenched, your slick seeing through your panties as you exaggerated your displays of ecstasy.

Peter stiffened when your eyes landed on him and he knew you saw him. He felt his cock hardened painfully in its confinement when he noticed the growing wet patch on your pretty panties and your loud pleasurable moan. He smirked slightly, were you enjoying this? He coughed lowly to get your eyes on him, watching your eyes as they followed his hand into his bulge, palming it slowly.

You motioned him over with your finger, your breathing picking up as he emerged from the shadows. He walked towards you, his eyes flicking to the window again. You sat up, unclipping your bra and letting your breasts fall naturally. Peter held in a moan, his hands reaching for them instantly, kneading them gently. You stared at him, your hands running up his thighs. He pinched your nipples and a moan escaped your lips, your hands wrapping around his neck pulling him closer to you. He felt your heavy breathing against his covered face and your hand searched for a way to release him from the suit.

Peter’s eyes widened when he realized you planned to unmask him. He ached to feel your lips against his but he knew you’d recognize him so he grabbed your hand and pushed your back against the couch. “Let me taste you,” he said.

You moaned and nodded, opening your legs for him. He kneeled on the floor before you, leaning in to sniff your arousal. He groaned and pulled his mask up to his nose. He placed open-mouthed kisses to your supple thighs.

You whined, “take it off.”

He hummed against your thighs, not registering your words. “Hm?”

“Mask,” you breathed. “Take of y’mask.”

He paused, his eyes flicking once again to your open window. “Y’wanna see me, hm?”

You whined and nodded, “please.”

“Don’t y’want everyone to see you being a little whore f’me?” He asked, watching your eyes move to the window. You moaned loudly at the thought of anyone looking through the window at you, almost fully exposed with Spider-Man between your legs, you nodded eagerly.

Peter leaned up and kissed you roughly. You tasted like sweets and alcohol and he struggled to pull away, but he felt you grind against his middle and he couldn’t neglect your sopping cunt any longer.

He leaned back down, moving your panties to the side to give your clit a little kiss. Your essence covered his mouth and he moaned out as he licked it off his lips, his cock twitched. He pulled your panties down your legs harshly, keeping hold of them to take with him. He kissed up your leg and dove right into your core.

You squealed, not expecting such an eager reaction from him. His tongue worked on your cunt like he had been starving. He sucked on your clit and used his hands to keep your legs spread for him. Your back arched and you moaned out. He let go with a pop and gave your abused clit a soft kiss.

Peter used his tongue to trail down to your hole, fucking you with it. He felt his cock twitch at every sound you made, your pussy unlike anything he had ever tasted and he was instantly addicted. He ate you out until you came on his tongue with a loud moan and shook against him.

“So loud,” he moaned against your sensitive core. “Y’want everyone to hear you, don’t you?”

You whined and nodded, “m’a slut f’you.”

“Only f’me, right?”

You nodded, “only you.”

Peter felt himself get even harder, he pulled himself up and positioned himself on top of you. He aligned his aching, retrained cock to your sensitive pussy. He began to thrust against it, you whined as he groaned. The feeling of your pussy was pure bliss even with the barrier of his suit. He thrusted roughly, leaning down when you wrapped your hands around his head to pull him in for a kiss. Your juices seeped through his suit, merging with the precum his cock had leaked.

He felt himself getting closer and he moaned against your mouth, sucking on your tongue. You cried out, your pelvis twitching up and down and he knew you’d cum again, the sensitivity from your earlier orgasm making you cum quicker than normal. The thought of people peering through the window to see him thrusting against you made him groan.

You whined into the kiss ceaselessly, grinding against him sloppily. Your hand reached around and gripped the patch of brown hair at the nape of his neck. You pulled on it and he moaned, his thrusts getting messy. You moved your hips against him faster, ignoring your sensitivity. He groaned into your mouth and thrusted a few more times.

You felt his warm cum deep through his suit and into your naked body. You ached to taste it, to feel it down your throat or deep in your cunt.

Peter pulled away from your lips and breathed heavily, moving away from you. He pulled his mask back down and eyed your fucked out body. He held your panties tightly.

He stared out the open window, “maybe next time I’ll fuck you against it.”

You looked over at him and nodded eagerly, “please, want y’cock in me.”

He smiled, his fantasy of you being his little cockslut becoming a reality.

He left you soon after that, not before closing the window and giving you one final kiss. He swung all the way back to his apartment with cum in his suit and your panties in his hands.

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