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pray4saint · 10 months

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Hey angel!!!

i was wondering i could request head canons or a small fic or sum, with a chaotic, horny reader x Marauders?(separate ofc)

Reader is always running around, getting into trouble, going to party’s and getting drunk as can be, but they’re also REALLY horny. when it comes to their man 🤭

Could it also have smut? i just LOVE the way you right smut 💕🫶🏻

marauders with chaotic, hypersexual fem!reader

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. nsfw under the cut. fem!reader. 2.4k total words. other warnings by section.

a/n. sure ml, i'll do my best (for smut i usually need gender indicators for reader whereas i don't with headcanons – so i assumed you meant f!reader for this)

james potter | (0.8k) - reader has a hangover, fingering, oral sex (female receiving), praise

your head had been killing you all morning. it had been a late night, partying with the girls from your house in the dorm next to yours. plus you had been thinking about your boyfriend all morning, waiting for him to come find you, to make the need between your legs settle.

james sat down beside you on the bench in the great hall, and noticing your seeming annoyance, had few words. ”love are you alright?” he leant his arm over to rub your back. ”ah! jamie no need to yell.” you put your head in your arms against the table. ”oh. c'mon doll what have i told you about drinking without me around to help you? to make sure you're safe?” his care, his obliviousness to something he was unaware of, just made you want him more. ”i know jamie, m'sorry.” he rubbed a little harder into your back, pressing a kiss to your temple.

knowing how your hangovers were, he leaned down, speaking to you in a whisper, ”do you need anything precious?” the way his breath tingled against your skin sent heat straight to your sex, making you press your thighs together. you shook your head without lifting it, making a little 'nuh uh' sound. james nudged you with his elbow. ”go away jamie.” the way you whined at him made him realise something. he felt stupid, he knew he should've figured it out sooner.

”bunny, do you wanna go back to my dorm? my mates are out.” you can hear the smile in his voice, and you perk your head up, just in the slightest to create eye contact with him. as gently as possible, as to not let the light get to your head, you nod to him. ”alright, c'mon trouble.”

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james was so good to you. the curtains in his room were drawn closed, and you were winding the sheets up in your hands, knuckles beginning to lose colour.

”shit– jamie..” once again, you tried to close your thighs around his head, moaning rather loudly. james pulled his mouth off of your sex for just a moment, ”i know you're hungover peach, but c'mon,” he pushed your legs away from his head. ”legs apart.” you try to say something, but james resumes his attack on your core, swirling his tongue around your clit before giving it a quick kiss and pressing his tongue back inside your pussy. your boyfriend adored the sounds he drew from you, and it only furthered his fervour to make you cum.

his fingers pressed into your thighs, creating handprints you were sure would be visible later on. one hand slipped away from your leg, and as his tongue pulled away from your walls, he replaced it with two of his fingers. ”you're always so needy, aren't you bunny?”

working against your walls, brushing his fingers against your spot, he could feel the way you pulsed and sucked his fingers in. ”god peach, y'so wet for me.”

”only f'you– only f'you james, fuck!” the moans you let out were bordering on pornographic, and james was loving every second of it, pressing kisses to your inner thigh, occasionally sucking red spots into them. ”m'close jamie! s'so close..” your words only spurred him on, curling his fingers and kissing your clit, licking your clit, stimulating you the best he could. ”y'doing so good for me flower. so perfect, y'feel so good on my fingers n' on my tongue.” the words made you clench, and you could feel the wind up tingle growing in your stomach.

while james urged you onwards with praise, your back arched off the mattress, knuckles white while fisted into his sheets, trying to push your face into them to muffle your moans and whines. ”jamie, c- can i.. shit..”

”go on, love, cum for me.” his permission pushed you over your tipping point, groaning out as he finger-fucked you through your orgasm. ”that's my sweet girl. good job,” he cooed, slowly removing his fingers from your cunt. he licked them clean almost ritualistically before licking along your slit to clean you up.

james rose from his spot on the floor to lean over you. ”you feeling better darling?” fucked out and dopey-eyed, you nodded a yes. he grabbed your arm to heave you up and into his arms, ”let's get you cleaned up.”

”i love you jamie, so much. thank you for taking such good care of me..” your words were almost breathless but nonetheless made your boyfriend smile. ”anytime stunner, i love you.”

remus lupin | (0.8k) - light hair pulling (remus' hair), light condescension, fingering, mention of a voice kink

”remmy, please, i need you.” your boyfriend could feel the alcohol on your breath fan over his skin, sending a shiver down his arms. ”m'dear you're drunk. m'not gonna touch you when you're like this.” he never did, he always wanted your full consent for everything. but tonight you weren't having it and you'd thought you tried everything, until a little lightbulb went off in your brain. if it hadn't been for the drinking, you would've remembered sooner that you'd recorded a video from hours earlier for this exact moment. it made you laugh, how you knew yourself and your boyfriend so well.

it took a moment to steal remus' attention again, but once you had, you weren't letting it go. ”look rem.” you pulled your wand – which you were not supposed to have – and chanted the spell that you'd forget by morning, and a little recording played of you rambling on about how even in your drunken state, you'd given him all the consent you could. ”dove please–” you pouted at him, and with a heavy sigh, he gave in. ”you make me crazy.” your expression immediately perked up into a smile, and if you were a dog you tail would be hurting others around you from how hard it would be wagging.

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”sometimes honey, you're so difficult, and all because of this?” remus pulled his fingers up from your slit, showing you the slick coating his appendages. you mumbled out a small 'mhm,' while he returned his fingers to your sex, rubbing circles into your clit while you whimpered into his sweater. ”was this all you wanted angel? for me to fuck you on m'fingers?” your sounds of incoherence told him yes.

as his fingers drew sounds from you he knew were reserved for him and only him, you tried not to pull too much at his sweater, instead pushing your other hand up into his hair for stability. ”if you need to pull lovey,” his voice got lower when he whispered the last word, ”pull.” you could feel yourself try to suck his fingers in farther. ”i know honey, i know.” you would've thought his words were almost directed at your cunt if it hadn't been for his eyes being trained on your face. you moaned with your head thrown back, tugging at his sweater almost in attempt to bring him closer. ”y'gonna be good after this sunshine?” your boyfriend cooed at you as you tried to bury your face into his chest, unable to stay in one place with how well his fingers worked you open. while you nodded, remus smiled, pressing a kiss to your forehead. you took the opportunity to get your hands back in his hair, tugging every time you clenched down on his fingers.

the feeling of your hands pulling at his strands mixed with how your sex pulled his fingers in made his breathing a little unsteady, heavier. ”you're doing so good f'me lovey, y'know that right?” his thumb rubbed over your clit, ripping higher-strung moans from you. with a struggle, you get very few, choked words out. ”yes, fuck– rem yes..”

really, neither of you cared if anyone outside could hear you. since the casual fucking had become normal, almost routine, anybody who did hear you guys just kept on walking.

remus moved his fingers along your walls, whispering and mumbling praises against your ear. all of it coupled with how the alcohol made your mind hazy pushed you ever closer to finishing. ”merlin rem, m'so fucking close..” you told him, words almost fading out from how much harder it had gotten to speak. ”when you get there angel, you don't need to ask me, you can go on and cum.” it was how he said it, how calm he was, how he was fully clothed and relaxed while you had lost your underwear and had become a mess under his touch that made it so much easier to get you over the edge. of course not being sober assisted quite a bit as well.

”so pretty like this, aren't ya?” remus used his free hand to swipe your hair out of your face, smiling at how the sweat kept some strands of your hair stuck to your face. his words really got to you, they always did, his voice always got to you, making you pulse and clench down on whatever he'd give you. with a near scream-like moan, you let yourself unravel on your boyfriend's fingers. ”that's my perfect girl..” he waited to pull his fingers from you until you'd gotten through your orgasm and began to breathe normally. after that, he licked at his fingers, telling you how much he loved how you tasted.

with remus you never forgot your manners, even drunk, even completely spent. ”moons,” you breathe out, and remus tilts his head at you. ”thank you.” your voice is shaky, but nonetheless you thank him, you always do. ”anytime.” remus winks before getting up to retrieve a towel and clean you up so he could put you down to sleep.

sirius black | (0.8k) - p in v sex, safe sex, breathplay if you squint

”i cannot believe she told on me.” you had just finished rambling to your boyfriend about some new trouble you'd gotten in. it always fascinated him considering the fact that he was usually the one to get in trouble in his friend group. ”personally, i think she's a bitch.” he agreed, grabbing something off his plate and nibbling on it. ”ugh, i'd still do it again though.” you muttered, not expecting him to catch what you said. ”you're a rebel jus'like me. i'm so proud of you. and myself of course, i did my job as your delinquent boyfriend right.” he had this kind of crooked grin, but you just rolled your eyes, glancing up at one of your friends before remembering something you had planned as a prank with a couple of your friends. ”godric, firecracker you're amazing.” he'd said after you retold him a part of the story.

it didn't last long though, beaming at the praise of your boyfriend, you ditched the storytelling. ”tell me more.” you batted your eyes at him rather playfully. sirius leaned back just a tad before leaning in real close to your face. ”i don't know, do you really need to be told more?” if only he'd realised how the words had affected you, making you scoot closer to him and press your thighs together. ”please.” he looked at you, perplexed. he really had no idea how easily he turned you on. ”don't make me beg siri..” oh. oh. now he understood, although you didn't mean for the words to come out as whiny and out of breath as they did. ”well alright gorgeous, let's go on back to my dorm while my mates are out.” you nodded rather quickly, getting up to scurry out of the great hall.

”sometimes sugar, i question if you're more trouble than me.”

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in your boyfriend's dorm you were laid back on his bed, underwear and trousers lost to his floor, moaning and whining against sirius' shoulder as his hips rutted into you over and over and over again. ”fuck, sweetheart you're so-” he groaned against your ear. ”y'so tight.” his words made you squeeze your fingers into his shoulders, nails almost trying to draw blood. sirius dragged his teeth along your jaw and up to nibble on your ear, whispering praises while his hips bucked against your legs. ”takin' it so well for me pup, isn't that right?” his voice only pushed you further, making you cry out his name.

it was when sirius felt the cold exposure in small spots and lines on his back, formed from the drawn blood, that something switched inside him. his breathing got heavier, his hips moved against your body at a higher speed, forcing shorter, higher-pitched moans out of your mouth. it made your mind begin to feel fuzzy and your cunt pulsate around his cock.

”you were so desperate to get off weren't ya? completely ditched breakfast for this,” you scratched again at his back, wrapping your legs around his middle to bring him closer. ”mhm, always am-” he cut you off with a particularly sharp rut against you. ”fuck- siri-” he grumbled a chuckle, his breath fanning hot against your skin. ”i know pup, i know.” sirius kissed your ear lobe and down your jawline.

”sirius m'gonna cum.” you mumbled, feeling yourself clench down on his cock. without seeing him, you could tell he was smiling. ”please don't stop. need this. need you.” the way your said the words, clearly sweat coated and heavy, drove him to press into your harder. ”you gonna cum on m'cock, is that right?” you repeatedly hummed a yes to him, trying to muffle your sounds in his neck.

”sirius m'cumming.” that was the most warning you could give him before you squeezed down harder, letting your orgasm wash over you. ”mhm, almost there sweets.” a few more slaps of skin and he halted his movement with his thighs pressed against the backs of yours, filling the latex around his cock with his seed. still, you could feel the warmth of it against your walls and it made you smile. he rode out his high within you, pulling out to look at you.

you were already beginning to lose yourself to sleep without a thought to the slick of sweat on your body, happily fucked out and satisfied. ”yeah, you're definitely more trouble than me gorgeous.” he pulls you off of his bed, making you groan. ”i gotta clean you up dollface, work with me here.” you nod to him, trying to assist him by pushing your weight up and into his arms. he always did his best to do right by you.

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starlanes · 9 months

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'don't open this in public' but with himbo foolish, who disregards the message opens your snap while he's in the car with his friends

when they ask why he's so red he just puts his phone down and makes excuses before texting you back asking why you didn't warn him even tho you did

in a car full of friends he just completely opens it no second thought because its a text from you.

turns red and tucks his phone under his leg, heart thumping against his rib cage. punz nudges his shoulder, asking what he saw that made him blush.

"nothing." he brushes off with a laugh. punz's eyes narrow at this, seeing strait through his lie.

"doesn't look like it was nothing." punz wiggles his brows.

"it was probably yn." sapnap calls from the front seat. "she has been home all day." a laugh "alone."

foolish's face flushes darker if even possible at their laughs.

"she was just asking what to eat for dinner." the lie flows from his lips with ease.

"yeah sure," dream says through strained laughter "dinner."

#⚊ ꒰ 💌 ꒱.#⚞ pray4saint !#୭ nsf #｡:ﾟ foolish drool #foolish smut #foolish gamers smut

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conniesanchor · 9 months

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requested? yes, by: @pray4saint (the ask disappeared, so this is solely off of memory).

summary: you call peter, peter, and he spirals.

you were lying down on the couch reading a book you had just picked up from the library when peter walked in. it was perfect timing because your phone was in the kitchen, and you hadn't wanted to get up yet. so when he walked past the kitchen counter, you requested softly, "hey, peter! can you grab me my phone?"

the boy could have sworn his heart was in his throat, "what?" he mumbled out, his voice shaky.

you were confused at his confusion, but repeated yourself anyway, "my phone? it's right there. could you grab it?" you pointed to the counter to guide him.

"uh, yeah, sure." he spoke slightly louder this time, but not much. he walked over to your spot on the couch and handed it to you, still confused. you finally made eye contact with him, and before you could say anything, he spoke up, "everything alright, sweetheart?"

you nodded, tilting your head. "yes, handsome. i was just about to ask you the same thing."

peter was still looking at you as if you had torn out his heart. "are we alright?" he asked, sitting at the end of the couch next to your feet. he gently placed his hand on your knee and used his thumb to rub back and forth.

squinting at him, you closed your book and sat up. "why wouldn't we be?" you asked, your heart speeding up.

"did i do something wrong?" peter asked, worried.

you were more confused now than you ever have been in your life. "what are you going on about?" you questioned.

the boy shook his head, like he was about to say the most stupid thing in the whole world, "you just called me peter."

"what? that's what has you all freaked out? i called you by your name?" you asked adorningly. he only nodded in response. "my poor baby. i said your name. it won't happen again, i swear."

your boyfriend knew you were mocking him, "okay, okay. i get it, it's dumb." he mumbled.

"it's not dumb, pete- oh sorry," you kissed your teeth, teasing him some more. "it's cute.."

his face was red as a tomato, "im glad you think so. now, i demand to be called baby right this second."

you moved to sit on his lap, placing a million chaste kisses along his jaw, whispering a ’baby’ in between each one.

#tasm peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm peter parker #tasm #tasm peter x reader #andrew garfield #andrew garfield fluff #marvel #conniesanchor

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hearts4court · 8 months

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I’m so proud of ya, doll.

A/N: @pray4saint i don’t particularly write this stuff, like for Schlatt, but i’m SO proud of my fav writer and moot. So this is for you bb, because i’m so proud of you and so is Schlatt!!🤍

Pairing: Jschlatt X tumblr writer!reader

“Jay!! oh my fucking god, babe guess what!” you say running into schlatt’s office. “what is it, baby?” he asked his brows raised in a confused manner.

“i reached 500 followers on tumblr!” you say excitedly. it didn’t seem like much to others but to you it meant so much, and schlatt knew that.

“Good job, baby!” he smiled softly, standing up and walking over to you, picking you up by your waist and spinning you around,

“I’m so proud of you, doll.” he said pausing for a moment to kiss yours lips gently, “i knew you could do it. can’t wait till you reach 1k.” he grinned kissing your head.

“god m’so proud. just wanna spoil you now.” he mumbled against your hair. “Oh jay, there’s no need for that, i don’t want you to waste your money on me.” you say making him scoff.

“please.” he scoffed rolling his eyes.” wasteful, they say. You are not wasteful, now go put on your shoes and go get your pretty ass in that car. I’m taking you shopping, wanna spoil my princess.” he says, smacking your ass before pushing you to go get ready making you giggle.

don’t copy, translate, or repost any of my work w/o my permission.

#schlatt #schlatt fluff #jschlatt #chuckle sammy #chuckle sandwich x reader #jschlatt x reader #schlatt x reader #chuckle sandwich #court’s bb: saint!!

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smutsterprocrastiwriter · 17 days

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-- introduction and masterlist --

Hey! The name's Mitch, and you've reached my sussy adult blog. This is for my written smut works as well as reblogs of other smut works that I love reading. I currently have a pretty small output in this blog but I have more smut in the works that I will post here.

If you're not comfortable seeing 18+ content in this blog, please leave. Otherwise, enjoy your stay! Here's the masterlist below the cut, with both my works and reblogged ones (with respective credits to the authors)!

oneshots.

note: this makes me realize I should've written more smut here lmaooo

-- karl jacobs -- cuffed on the ropes

-- foolish -- untitled piece — inspired by a post from slvtofthemonth

-- jschlatt -- freshly baked cookies — this isn't that nsfw but oh well; inspired by a post from halo-u untitled piece (inexperienced schlatt) — inspired by a post from halo-u

reblogged works.

-- francis mosses -- milking the milkman | missouki something that never existed | spicyspiders choke on it | midnightsky-1 untitled (was bored on the plane and wrote it) | mikomikumi that's not my milkman | lazi4ss let me in | notmyneighbor — reblogged chapter 3 of this fic; visit author's blog to read the rest of the chapters how wonderful life is while you're in this world | conelluwrites oh, mr mosses (series) | trulyumai молоко | shockedemojiatsv save the cow, milk the milkman | eternityofend stress relief (not really) | toutallyahoe milk and water - pt. i and pt. ii | ciaoteamo

-- joel miller -- starin' problem | strawhbrrries teacher's pet | javiscigarette

-- simon "ghost" riley -- untitled (ghost imagine) | circe69 thigh riding | ghosties--writing

-- könig -- projekt amor | aeth-supremacy hate sex with könig | antigonusyuki

-- mike schmidt -- movement | strawhbrrries headcanons fnaf smut version | yanderestarangel

-- awesamdude -- if you like my face | doozers-afterhours

-- jschlatt -- gun kink schlatt hc | princessnivison

-- ted nivison -- ask by pray4saint sent to nvmadic — verbatim: 'i saw an instagram reel about this and IM REELING THINKING ABOUT IT WITH BEST FRIEND TED.'

-- charlie slimecicle -- late nights | gaarakun

-- jason todd -- my king | problem-bat

-- percy de rolo -- gunplay | cillivnz

#cornersmut #mcyt smut #jschlatt smut #karl jacobs smut #call of duty smut #francis mosses x reader #ted nivison smut #mike schmidt smut #ghost x reader smut #ghost x reader #könig smut #könig x reader smut #percy de rolo x reader #jason todd smut #joel miller smut

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band--psycho · 8 months

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Fic Recs - August 2023

I'm sorry I've been a bit quiet on here the last few weeks- but keep your eyes peeled because I'm planning something exciting!!

In the meantime, I know it's been a hot minute since I've done a list of recs that I absolutely love; so I thought it was about time I did one!

I hope you all enjoy these as much as I have! 💛

Mayans MC

Gilly Lopez

Gilly Lopez x Reader by @withmyteeth

Gilly Lopez x Reader by @darklydeliciousdesires

Gilly Lopez x Reader - Weekend Getaway by @drabbles-mc

Gilly Lopez x Reader-By The Fire by @cositapreciosa

Johnny 'Coco' Cruz

Coco Cruz x Redaer- Hushed Whispers by @purestxblood

Coco Cruz x Reader by @bullet-prooflove

Coco x Reader by @menofchaos

Marauders

Remus Lupin

Modern!Remus Lupin x Reader by @pray4saint

Remus Lupin x Reader by @lizard-on-a-window-pane

Remus Lupin x Reader by @theemporium

Remus Lupin x Reader-Let Me Ride You by @mrsmikaelsxn

Remus Lupin x Reader -It's Okay by @micheleamidalajedi

Sirius Black

Sirius Black x Reader-Unexpected Results by @xacatalepsyx

Sirius Black x Reader-Delicate by @whorediaries-09

Sirius Black x Reader by @yrluvjane

Poly!Marauders

Poly!Marauders x Reader- Negligence by @futurecorps3

Stranger Things

Steve Harrington

Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur

Steve Harrington x Reader - Meet After In The Afterglow by @upsidedownwithsteve

Steve Harrington x Reader - BETTY by @supernovafics

Steve Harrington x Reader- Buried Feelings by @sweet-villain

Steve Harrington x Reader- Birthday Dream by @lisalay00

Steve Harrington x Reader - Summer Love by @26wh57

Other

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader- Moments Series by @fayes-fics

Harvey Specter x Reader- My Tailor by @fox-bee926

Raymond Smith x Reader x Tangerine-Who You Belong To by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Negan x Reader - Infinity by @little-diable

Bucky Barnes x Reader-Three Times Feelings Went Unspoken, and the One Time It Was by @seishuswife

Steve Harrington x Reader by @ghostlyfleur

Thorin Oakenshield x Reader by @ragingbookdragon

Jinx x Reader - But I Miss You, I'm Sorry by @the-dumpster-fire-of-life

Cal Kestis x Reader - I'm Headed To The Mountains by @spacesurfing

#fic rec #fic recs 2023 #fic recs #fanfiction #fic recommendation #fic rec list #fic rec list 2023

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slxtmeri · 10 months

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moots!

#i love my mooties

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peachmi1k · 8 months

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this was a trend on kpopblr a few years ago but it was cute so i wanna bring it back

judah bingo board! fill it out and show me your results! and if you want, make a board of your own so your mooties can fill it out too! 🖤

tagging some moots:

@princessnivison @pray4saint @st4rryfics @d4ringv0id @merawiki @nvmadic @babycapitalist @s0ftl3 @slxtmeri

#only if u wanna ofc 🫶🏻#also excuse my handwriting kdhdj #judah.txt

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pray4saint · 9 months

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Daughter!reader meeting Sirius in Azkaban for the first time ever. Bonus points if Remus tags along because as her godfather he’s protective.

seeing dad!sirius in azkaban for the first time

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. angst. comfort. semi-implied wolfstar. caretaker!remus. uncle/dad figure!remus.

”you know we don't have to go sunshine, he'll be alright.” you twiddled your thumbs, taking a deep breath as remus tried for the fourth time in twenty minutes to reassure you.

it'd been almost a year since you'd seen your father and you'd been in remus' care, and despite how unsure you were that remus had forgiven him for what happened, he'd insisted that anytime you wanted to see your dad you could.

”i want to see him.” remus raised a brow at you. ”i need to see him, please rem.” it was more than you wanted to say but the entire time sirius black had been locked up you had never mentioned missing your father. of course remus knew better, anyone who had a dad like sirius would miss him, which is why it was so hard to believe what he'd done.

remus turned away from you, hand on your shoulder, nodding to the gaurd. the gaurd opened the door and you walked through, remus trailing closely behind you.

the room you entered was dark, a couple of gaurds around, a few dimly lit candles here and there, the strong stench of people rotting, and standing up at a table about fifteen feet from you, sirius black. he looked like he had lost some weight, that much was obvious. as you got closer though, you could see the bags under his eyes, the new wrinkles that had appeared around his eyes and forehead, now his smile was weak and he looked unwell.

from across the table, despite how horrible weak he looked, his eyes still glimmered when he looked at you, full of love. ”hi sunshine.” even his voice was different, more hoarse, drier. ”hi dad.” you both sat down and remus pulled up a chair close to you. ”hi remus.” your father gave the man beside you a crooked grin however he wasn't met with a verbal response, only a nod and low grunt of recognition.

in a matter of minutes, talking about how school was going, watching your father listen with such intent and interest, it took everything in you not to cry. he genuinely looked so happy to see you and a little part of you wished you'd come to see him sooner, but then again it felt like a huge favour to ask of remus.

”is anything else going on?” sirius smiled at you, his hand nervously playing with the rest of his fingers. ”no, not really. but i do miss you dad.” you slowly reached your hand out, palm up, looking around at the gaurds. sirius' hand was shaky as it reached for yours. once his hand was in yours, you squeezed, and you could feel tears pricking at your eyes when he squeezed back. ”i miss you more sunshine.” his smile looks more genuine, bigger, as if he's finally been set free.

remus taps your shoulder. ”y/n we've gotta get goin' pumpkin.” he whispers the words, and you turn to him. he can see how the tears threaten to leave your eyes, your cheeks already pink. you don't even get a chance to respond before he speaks again. ”i can give you a few more minutes, but really, we've got to get home. marls is bringing soup for dinner, remember?” you nod and he smiles at you.

”five minutes.” one of the gaurds behind you gives the warning and all of a sudden you're aware of the time. you wipe at your eyes, ”fuck, dad i need more time.” he kisses your hand, ”i know princess.”

”can i have a hug dad?” the words, almost breathless, cause your father's eyes to brighten and all of a sudden he's up and walking around the table to you, kneeling down so he can wrap his arms around you. with your head in his neck, you finally let the tears fall, as does he. ”i love you so much sunshine.” you only sob harder against his hair and he squeezes you closer to his chest. ”you've gotta go now.” he pulls away, wiping away at your tears while you wipe at his.

hesitantly, you let go, trying to pull your remaining tears back into your eyes. ”i love you dad.” he nods at you with a smile, the same weak smile he had at the start of the visit. you turn around in your seat and nod to remus.

on your way out of the room, remus stopped you and turned back to your father. ”you know,” sirius' head snaps up to remus and you give him a confused look. ”it was good to see you pads.”

”you too moons.” you smile, although the origin of the nicknames is just as lost on you as it always has been.

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#pray4saint #marauders x reader #marauders era #marauders #the marauders #sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius in azkaban #sirius black in azkaban #dad!sirius #azkaban!sirius #wolfstar #uncle!remus #remus lupin #daughter!reader #₊ପ sirius #₊ପ remus #saint's inbox !!#favs !!

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pray4saint · 9 months

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how it was on your honeymoon with chuckle sammy

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. afab!reader & gn!reader. 2.2k words total. sfw version.

ted - afab!reader, shorter blurb, ted being a tease, teasing, fingering, dirty talk, sheet humping, implied oral sex (reader receiving)

ted teased you all throughout the day, mercilessly. he wanted to work you up for that night. after all, you were married now, it wasn't the same as dating sex.

”ted c'mon hands off.” you pulled his hand from your thigh and dropped it back in his lap. ”you can wait until we get to the hotel, can't you my love?” ted faked a moment of thought. ”yeah, course i can.” you nodded to him and quickly kissed his cheek. not even five minutes later, his hand was back on your thigh, inching closer to your sex.

by the time you'd gotten to the hotel, you were all hot and bothered and frustrated. ”what is wrong with you?” you roll your suitcase out of the way and turn around to face your husband. he reached for your arm, pulling you closer until he can get his hands perched your waist, flushing your chests together. ”what do you mean sweetheart? what did i do?” in all reality he knew what he was doing and he was enjoying every second of your irritation. you scowl at him and he laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips. when he pulls away, it's not far, just far enough to whisper against your mouth, ”is there anything i can do to make it better my dear?” his hands travel south, to the sides of your thighs. ”i think there might be.” despite the small smile on your lips, your tone is still firm and frustrated. ”oh yeah?”

there was a flurry of sloppy, open-mouthed, loud making out and clothes flying everywhere as ted guided you back to the bed.

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”sweetheart look at how wet y'are for me.” your husband pulled his hand away from your slit and you whined at the loss of contact. you watched him turn his middle and index fingers in the light to show off the slick you'd covered them with. ”ted, c'mon. stop teasing me.” he chuckled and kissed the inside of your thigh before he slid his fingers along your slit and when you went to protest again, cut you off by plunging his fingers into your cunt.

the sleep depravity, the hours of buildup, him, his fingers, the warmth of the room, how the sheets felt, it all added to how good his fingers felt pumping in and out of you, his other hand plants firmly on the plush of your thigh, keeping you close to him. on occasion he'd kiss at your clit, trailing down to where his fingers worked you open. ”god you're gorgeous hon'.” you almost didn't pick up on his words because all you could really hear was your mewls and the sound of his fingers moving with your fluids.

when you pulled your head up from the pillow and down at the man between your legs, you could see his hips moving. he was bucking into the sheets trying to release some of the friction in his pants and it only turned you on more. ”baby, fuck– come up here and–” you whined at how he slowed his fingers and tilted his head at you in interest, although he knew how you hated it when he slowed down. ”teddy come up here and fuck me.” you reached your hand down from where it had fisted at the sheets to the side of his face, caressing his cheek. ”not until you've come undone like this f'me. you understand right my dear? just wanna make you feel good.” before you can challenge his words, he picks up the pace and puts his tongue to work at your clit. your hand moves rather frantically up to his hair and you grab tight, throwing your head back once again. it was gonna be a long night for you.

charlie - afab!reader & one use of 'girl', nervous!charlie, praise, kind of service dom!charlie

since you and charlie got on that first plane, he'd been worried about what your expectations would be for your first night as a married couple. sure, you'd had sex plenty of times before but this was different. you were married now and in his mind there were certain expectations that came with that. of course you were so preoccupied with the flights and getting to the hotel that night that you didn't seem to notice his nervous demeanour.

”you ready to go?” you squeezed your new husband's hand to get his attention away from the ceiling. ”hm, yeah, m'ready.” you gave him an unsure look but nonetheless kept walking through and up to the ticket check for the next plane.

with how unsure he seemed in the airport about whatever was on his mind, it made you worry, and that entire next flight you held your hand in his or on his thigh, even while you were asleep. and as much as he enjoyed the physical display of your care, it didn't ease his mind much. also, with your hand moved on his thigh in your sleep, there were a few times it seemed like your hand wandered dangerously close to his crotch, leaving him both nervous and a little horny.

”char come here would you?” your husband perked up from the bedroom, getting up to find you in the bathroom. ”what's up?” you stood in front of the mirror, towel up high around your chest and it really was not helping how his mind still continued to wander to what could happen tonight. ”does this spot look like a pimple?” you turn to him with a pout on your lips. ”no baby, y'look beautiful.”

”you know you don't have to say that just because we're married right?” you look at him through the mirror with a smile. he puts his hands up in self defence, ”i'm not lying, you look gorgeous.” you tap at your lips and your husband rushes over, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then to your lips. ”m'serious, you look so good, always do.” you smile against his lips and in no time you find yourself straddling charlie in the bedroom, towel discarded on the floor.

”charlie, honey, it's okay.” you hold your lips close to his ear, your hands running under his shirt.

”no baby, i want this to be special for you.” you smile at him but you don't move. ”please.” after a moment of thinking you give in and roll over.

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once your husband had gotten his cock nestled inside you, snug against the walls of your cunt, there was this renewed sense of confidence in him, and it was evident in how he pressed his hips against yours, hands moving along your sides while his mouth pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to your chest, making you moan with your hands rested on his shoulders.

”charlie f– charlie fuck, feels so good.” you held him close as you could, the combined feeling of his cock dragging inside your pussy and his mouth sucking hickeys into your navel and the surrounding skin. he mumbled something against your skin but you couldn't hear, too enamoured by everything else.

he's like a dog waiting for and wanting your approval. ”really? feels good?” you can only nod in response, whining as he rolls his hips into you over and over again. even without your verbal praise, the nod you gave him made him more confident and he moved with a faster pace. ”ohgodohgodohgod,” the little swears you let out under your breath and praises you managed to mutter between moans encouraged charlie, and bit by bit the original nervousness he had was removed entirely, replaced with this need, the need to make you cum.

”please don't stop, i'm so,” another moan was torn from your body, making your face scrunch up and charlie absolutely loved how you looked, wrecked for him, whining and clenching down on his cock. ”so close handsome.” he almost purred at the nickname, pulling one of his hands low to your pelvis where he pressed his thumb down against your clit. the action solicited a louder moan from you, your cunt begging his cock to keep fucking into you.

as he got closer, he kept pushing it away, focused entirely on making you cum on his dick. ”charlie, m'gonna cum.” he breathed against your chest, pressing a soft kiss between your breasts. ”yeah? y'gonna cum for me, sweetheart?” again you can only nod. ”god y'so beautiful.” all you can do is moan under his touch, letting the feeling in your stomach grow even further.

”fuck, charlie, fuck!” you screamed as you let your orgasm wash over you, your husband fucking his cock into you through your orgasm, praising you through it, kissing along the the expanse of your chest. ”so good baby, that's my sweet girl.”

once you'd gotten through your high and he'd pulled out, you were quick to sit up and slide off the bed to your knees. ”what are you doing love, come get some sleep.” despite his words, you're not gonna leave him unfinished, his cock still hard.

with a heavy breath you reach up, settling yourself between his legs and reach for his dick, him gasping at even the light touches ”m'gonna make you cum now honey, okay?” now it's his turn to only nod in response.

schlatt - gn!reader although many uses of word 'wife', desperate!schlatt, dom!schlatt, size kink, praise, dirty talk, superiority kink, calling schlatt 'sir', mention of cumming inside/creampie

your husband of barely a day had kind of been fixated on having his way with you since the moment you sliced the cake at the reception. because of the constant moving around airports and getting on and off planes you didn't notice the darker glint in his eye when you looked up at him. plus, as horny as he was, he knew he shouldn't distract you while you were in the zone, getting from one place to the next.

the scheduled pick up time for the car rental was tomorrow morning, but for the evening you and schlatt clambered into an uber.

”thank you.” you waved with a small smile at the uber driver, but then schlatt was dragging you by the wrist into the hotel, the bell boy moving your bags. he was quick with reception, getting the keycard to go upstairs.

you tried to talk to him but nothing changed, he didn't say a word. once you'd reached the room he waited for the bell boy to put your bags inside and nodded to him as he left.

”j, baby what the f–” his lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you against the door while he turned the lock. the action took you back, but still you gave him, kissing him back with your hands against his chest. when he pulled away from you there was a string of saliva connecting your lips and he smiled at how flushed your face was. ”i've needed you s'bad. so bad.” pressed against you, you could feel his hard-on and it made you gasp. ”go get on the bed for me sweetheart.” his tone was sweet but you still heard something bitter in the words.

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once he'd got you on your stomach with your ass up and his cock inside you, his pace was brutal, as was the grip schlatt had on your hips. you were sure by the time morning rolled around there'd be marks left behind by his hands.

”y'so small under me, hm? my perfect little wife?” it was a rhetorical question that was met with only the sounds of you moaning his name. it wasn't a sense of ownership – maybe it was – but he loved how tiny you looked beside him, and under him, and on top of him. he loved knowing he could cover your entirety like a blanket, and something about it made him so needy to have you even in the most tame situations.

”god, bet'ya didn't know how close i was to havin' you meet in the plane bathrooms, huh?” again the only response he got was your sounds of pleasure. he allowed his hands to move from your hips to your back, feeling along the arch and you screamed for him, he could feel how it reverberated close to your heart and it made him chuckle.

every word he said to you made it harder to hold out, but you kept trying. you wanted so badly to be good for him. to be his sweet little wife who took everything he gave you. ”m'gettin' so close pretty..” his voice trailed off, low grunts making you squeeze against his cock. ”cum, cum inside, please..” your words were barely audible, a long low mutter, and schlatt leaned over, his hips still pressed against your ass. ”what was that sweetheart?” now you could feel his breath against the back of your neck and it made you shiver. it also made you clench down on his cock yet again. you whined at him when he kissed just behind your ear. ”c'mon pretty, what was it?”

”want you–” you interrupted yourself with a moan. ”want you to cum inside, please sir.” the words only seemed to encourage your husband to rut into with a faster fervour than before, his breathing and low noises of pleasure like music to your ears.

”i know you'been holdin' back baby but you can go ahead, you can go on and cum. cum f'me like the perfect little thing you are f'me.” there was no other warning and your moans became pornographic when you came. ”good job baby, did so good” he kissed the back of your neck as his hips continued to rock against you. ”just hold on a minute for me, okay?”

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pray4saint · 9 months

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i currently fixated on the ‘i hate everyone but you’ trope with jschlatt… or like a situationship with him

asshole (with a soft spot)

masterlist & descrip. pg-13. 13+. use of 'y/n'. established relationship silly situationship.

a/n. wrote this as established relationship but edited it afterwards to be more situationship-like

he will be yelling at chat and then if you happen to walk into his office he quiets right down during stream so you're comfortable

when you're in a big facetime call and he's cussing everyone out he'll say 'but not you baby y/n' at the end to make his point clear

you friends being soooo confused when you tell him he's a big softie because he barely ever says a word to them and even when he does the words come out cold, detached and unkind

ted texting you that schlatt left their call in a bad mood and you just text him back 'wdym?? he's making popcorn and we're gonna watch a movie' – context for this; you were hanging out at his place and he had to take a call about rescheduling for filming the podcast

this one is self-indulgent; tells his friends he's not going to see barbie movie but if you ask to go he'll tag along happily

him muttering 'i miss y/n' at the most random of times, even if he's alone, he just says it aloud

your place is where schlatt gets an uber to drop him off after he's knocked back a few too many – bonus if he turns into a blubbering mess about this person he really liked

chat noticing he gets really excited when he looks at his phone sometimes and him just yelling at them to shut the fuck up because it's none of their business

will purposely not go to hangouts if you're not there

less obvious situationship ;; he'll text someone else in the group and ask if you're going and he tries not to make it obvious that your decision impacted his

more obvious situationship ;; he'll text you separately and ask if you're going and then immediately respond to the group chat based on what you told him

death glaring anyone who looks at reader in public even if they're not even really looking at you

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pray4saint · 9 months

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i was just thinking abt sapnap w a size kink 🤭 i’m super short (like 4’11) & i just think so many thoughts abt him <3 -🐼

sapnap with a size kink

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. size kink. gn!reader.

a/n. NO FR BC SAPNAP W A SIZE KINK WOULD BE UNEXPECTED BUT IT MAKES SENSE

when you held hands with sapnap before you started officially dating, he'd noticed how much smaller your hands were than his and it made his chest swell with a warmth he assumed was just pride

or when he thought it was the honeymoon stage that made him smile so wide when he looked down at your wide eyes

or even when you were lying on top of him and he realised just how easily he could encompass you with his body, like a blanket

sapnap who relishes in the feeling of knowing he could overpower you so easy simply because he's bigger than you

”it's almost like you were made for me peach.” he'd tell you when he bottomed out. ”so pretty, so small under me.”

he holds your hand, keeping his eyes trained on yours as he fucks into you

”shit, sap, y'so big inside me.. fuck!” he could've creamed right then and there. that's when he knew it really was a kink for him.

absolutely ruins his mind thinking about the difference in size and it forces a realisation of just how much he wanted, no needed to claim you, leaving marks all over your body and cum dripping out of you and down your shaking legs

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pray4saint · 9 months

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james after crybaby!reader gets in a fight

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. shy!crybaby!anger issued!fem!reader. implied sex at the end. light implied violence.

gryffindor was holding a party for your boyfriend for once again helping the house win in a game of quidditch.

james' head snapped in the direction of the sound of the punch, figuring it was sirius again. but when you made a beeline for him from approximately where he'd heard it and tears were poking at your eyes, he got worried, he thought it was you who had gotten punched.

”darling are you okay? what happened, are you alright?” you nodded, arms held snugly around his middle. somewhere in the crowd he heard, ”fuck you y/n!” and it was in that moment he decided you had to get out of there and back to his dorm.

”let's go.” he kept his hand tightly intertwined with yours and you made your way out, james ignoring everyone who tried to congratulate him.

”and then, he started- god jamie he started talking about how he thought he would make a better boyfriend than you and- and how he'd never leave me alone like you did at the party and i just had to- i just punched him!” you were a babbling mess, with tears streaming down your face, standing between james' legs as he looked up at you from where he sat on his bed. ”m'sorry jamie, he just made me so mad..” you were expecting to be yelled at, punished for it, but instead, james rubbed circles into your hips and pressed a kiss to your clothed stomach. ”you know that might be the sweetest and hottest shit someone's ever done in my name.” you opened your eyes to see james smiling, looking at you with so much love.

”what?” you wiped at your nose, trying to stop the sniffles. ”no really! thank you for not letting that scum tarnish my good name as your boyfriend.” there was playfulness to his tone and you smiled at him, putting your hands on his shoulders. ”would you let me show you how grateful i am, hm?” his hands were already at your shirt, tugging it up to get it off. you gave him a nod and helped him with the shirt, allowing him to kiss your stomach.

”you know doll, you're really beautiful.”

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pray4saint · 8 months

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My friend, do you think you could write something for dteam and chucky sammy about if they were having to sleep on the couch or something after an argument?

in the doghouse

masterlist & descrip. tv-ma. 15+. arguments. established relationships. bf!ted, bf!charlie, bf!schlatt. suggestive endings for ted & charlie, fluffy ending with schlatt.

started july 29th, finished sept 5th.

a/n. i'm writing dteam and chuckle sammy separately so here's chuckle sammy, tags: @st4rrybear & @slxtmeri

a/n 2. took like, a month off from writing this but here it FINALLY IS / as i'm finishing this, all of these feel a little out of character, esp schlatt's bc it was rushed but WHATEVER, lmk what you think

ted nivison

you don't even tell him anything, you just bring out a pillow and a blanket to the living room

your boyfriend laughs, ”are you serious?” you nod, ”as a fuckin' heart attack.” your arms remain crossed while you turn to storm off to the bedroom. he looks at your fleeting figure almost questioningly, like it still confuses him. at least until you slam the door behind you, then it becomes so much more real.

unfortunately for ted, he knew he couldn't sleep without you in his arms, or at the very least by his side. after a moment of thought and going back and forth over if it was really worth it to upset you again, he made his way down the hall and pushed the door open without a second thought. his eyes are trained on the floor when he first speaks, ”y/n, angel, honey–” and then he gets choked up, his gaze moving up to you, bare-chested. ”ted i told you to sleep on the couch!” you cross your arms over your chest and ted shakes his head, stepping closer to you. ”you know i can't do that.” he doesn't stop, his steps only getting closer. his arms find their way to yours, and his eyes train themselves on yours. ”teddy, go.” you pull one hand away and point behind him at the door. ”i can't do that either.”

you sigh, trying to keep your angered tone. ”and why is that?”

”because i'm not used to sleeping without you.” he puts on his best dramatics with his next words. ”if you send me back out there, my love, i'll just wait for you to fall asleep and find my way back in here to sleep with you anyways.” you try so hard to bite back the smile that wants so badly to peek out and say hi to him.

with matched dramatics, you let out another sigh. ”fine, but you're gonna have to make it up to me, you know that right?” you look up at him, smile tugging at your lips, and he pulls your chest flush against his chest. he leans down, voice barely a whisper in your ear. ”can i start now?” you nod breathlessly, and ted's lips attach to your neck. ”your wish is my command angel.” oh.

charlie slimecicle

'you know what charlie? you can sleep on the couch tonight.'

he yells back at you. ”but baby, i'm sorry!” you suck air in through your teeth, shaking your head at him. ”it's too late now charlie, now i'm going to bed, i suggest you get some rest.”

charlie waits for you to get back to the bedroom, genuinely debating with himself if he should just sleep on the couch and give you space or go on and beg for forgiveness. ultimately, charlie decided he'd try to sleep on the couch, alone, without you. the thought of it alone sent shivers down his spine and chills up his arms.

your boyfriend tossed and turned on the couch, trying to get comfortable, but he just couldn't. not without you. he sat up, groggy. then his head whipped around at the sound of your footsteps padding down the hallway. the flick of a light switch and the buzz of the lightbulb turned on revealed your figure, sloppily walking in, trying not to wake up too much. but it was too late for charlie, now he was invested in getting back in bed next to you.

he trotted his way back into the bedroom, trying to think of any and every possible solution to make you forgive him.

”y/n?” you jump back when you hear his voice combined with the feeling of his hands on your hips, pulling you closer. ”charlie what the fuck? you scared me.” his shoulders slump down, oops. ”i need you to forgive me. please? i'm sorry.” your eyes adjusted to the darkness quickly and when they did, you could see charlie sat on the bed, legs crossed, hands reached out to thumb circles into your sides, eyes trained on your face even in the dark.

”baby–” you place your hands on his shoulders and he lets out a deep breath. in all honesty, you'd forgotten your anger at him an hour ago, but you still knew he was like soft clay in your hands and under your gaze. ”i can forgive you, no problem, but..” his eyes brightened up and you could feel how his hands tensed against your hips. ”i need to know how you're gonna make it up to me.” your hands flip up so it's just your fingertips dancing along his shoulders. your tone is laced with faux patronisation but he doesn't pick up on it. his hands squeeze at your sides before moving around the front of the waistband of your underwear. ”maybe..” you pull the edge of your bottom lip under your upper teeth with a smile. ”that could work.”

jschlatt

'you can sleep your ass on the couch tonight.'

schlatt tilts his head at you with this condescending look. ”drop the attitude.” at his statement, you return to your argument, getting in his face about it. he tries to bite back the amused smile tugging at his lips at how upset you are before he reaches for your arm, holding you still. ”did'ya not hear me doll?” he pauses for a second, looking down at you. ”drop the fuckin' attitude.”

you have to fight the urge to laugh. ”yeah, no. i recognise that tone, you're not domming your way out of this one.” even though you said it, you weren't a hundred percent sure if you meant it, but still, you held your ground. your boyfriend groans, and his tone of voice changes. ”baby are you serious?” he's almost pleading, and it surprised you how quickly his attitude went from trying to fuck his way out of trouble to being seemingly on the verge of tears. you nod at the taller man, ”yeah. i'll bring you a pillow and a blanket.” you tell him, shaking your arm out of his hard grip before rubbing gently over the spot on your arm.

”but.. no. no no no.” he's calmer now, but still upset. he follows you all the way back to your bedroom. ”i'm sorry baby.” he says almost sheepishly and for a moment, you consider just letting it go, after all; you knew he didn't realise how important the argument was to you. but you had to hold your ground, it'd been a mistake you'd made in past relationships. ”sorry for what j?” you ask, turning around in the doorway to face him – or more accurately, look up at him. despite how much bigger he was than you, you and him both knew that you were in charge here, and despite how difficult it was to get it out, he apologised, again.

”see, now was that so hard?” you ask, a smile spreading across your face as your hands reach up to hold his cheeks. he scoffs and fights the urge to roll his eyes. ”n-no.” you pull his face closer to yours and press a small kiss to his lips. ”you can come to bed later, alright?” he perks up and moves his arms around you, nodding with a wide grin. by later, you meant when he was actually ready to go to bed because you know streamers (no matter how rare they stream), basically nocturnal. ”i love you sweetheart.”

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pray4saint · 9 months

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SAINT IM OBSESSED WITH YOUR WRITING I CAN'T HELP BUT SEND U AN ASK 🫶🫶

can i plspslspsl have dteam headcannons of renovating ur brand new house with them and building adding all the furniture?? :D (and maybe getting a brand new mattress and them fucking u on it just to test its durability🤭)

dream home

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. smut. fem!reader. oral (f receiving). missionary. doggystyle.

a/n. im sorry it's taken me so long to get to this but HI YES I LOVE THIS IDEA

dream

”well, what do you think?” clay asks, looking around the freshly renovated and furnished building. when you don't say anything, he starts to get worried and pulls on your arm to get you to look at him. your reaction is seamless, turning to him, smiling, ”i love it. so much.” clay lets out a deep breath and pulls you closer to him, lifting your arm over his shoudler. ”good, now how about we go back to the bedroom and test out that new mattress?” you smile and shake your head, although it's clearly a yes.

your arms tug around dream's neck, pulling his face closer beside yours. in your ear, all you can hear is his soft sighs, heavy grunts and pretty moans while the sound of skin slapping together echoes around the walls. ”fuck, clay, feels so good.” he increases his pace at the sound of praise. ”yeah? feels good with my cock buried in your pretty pussy?” all you can do is nod against his hair, eyes closed, biting back moans. every time he whispers something to you, he can feel your pussy clench around his cock and he nibbles at your neck, it's a chain reaction. the softness of the mattress was greatly appreciated by the both of you.

sapnap

you squealed when you saw how the outside of your new home looked and sap was quick on your heels following you in. ”it's so beautiful. can you believe it's all ours?” despite how your eyes move along the walls of the new house and the edges of the furniture, his eyes remained on you. since there was a new house, his mind was completely overtaken with one thing. there were all new surfaces to fuck you against, but the first he wanted to try was the new mattress you'd bought just before moving in. ”i know, it's all ours. now come here pretty girl, wanna make you a beautiful mess in our bed.”

your partner looked up at your scrunched up face from his spot between your thighs. you were lain out on the brand new bed, sapnap kneeling at the edge so he could lap at your cunt, arms hooked around your thighs to keep you close to his face no matter how much you squirmed. ”sap, please c'mon! s'too much!” your hands fist in his hair and try to pull him away. he rolls his eyes and pulls off to make small talk. ”one more? please? y'look so angelic like this.” however he doesn't wait for you to respond, diving right back like a starved man. every time you tug on his hair, he moans against your sex, forcing near pornographic moans from you and your back to arch off the mattress. safe to say, you were both loving your new home already.

george

”well?” george asked, spinning in front of you as if to show off the new house. this was your first time seeing it fully furnishes post-renovation. ”is it everything you dreamed?” you tear your eyes from the beautiful and intricate design of the kitchen counters to your partner. ”and more with you here.” he smiles at you, taking slow steps closer to you. ”m'glad your dreams are a reality love.” you hum before turning to face him fully. ”mhm, now let's make yours a reality on that new bed.”

george ruts into you, pushing your head farther into the pillows, muffling your cries and moans. ”shh, baby y'feel so good, know that?” he's out of breath and it's so clear in his voice. you nod your best agains the fabric of the pillows while he pounds into you relentlessly. for a moment you wondered if maybe he was more focused on trying to see if the bed frame would break than fucking you. that thought was quickly forgotten with his next words. ”fuck baby, i can feel you getting close. can feel your perfect little pussy squeeze around me.”

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pray4saint · 10 months

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how it was on your honeymoon with the dream team

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. gn!reader, fem!reader & afab!reader. dreamwastaken, sapnap, and georgenotfound. smut. established relationships.

a/n. the sfw version can be found here

dream - gn!reader, praise, fluffy smut, dream being obsessed with knowing you're married

”ugh, i forgot how hot it is here and how often my ears pop on the drive up from the airport.” you groaned, falling back on the bed in your b&b. clay chuckled, leaning over you. for awhile he didn't say anything, just watching you like he was completely out of it. you sit up, pushing on his chest so you don't bonk heads. ”you alright clay?” you stare at him, putting your hands on his stomach. you boyfriend– no, your husband smiled down at you, pushing a strand of hair from your face. ”m'just admiring my spouse.” his tone, and his smile, and his eyes, it made your stomach flip. sometimes it amazed you how even after all this time, he still gave you butterflies.

you returned a smile back to him before standing up and stretching out your arms. clay's arms linked around your middle and he pressed a small kiss to your collarbone. the feeling of his lips on your collarbone makes you laugh a little bit. ”you seem extra clingy today baby. did the flight tire you out?” your hands land on his shoulders and clay shakes his head no. ”is it so wrong to want to want to be close to and appreciate my forever person?” there's clear sarcasm and playfulness in his voice but there's something else in the way he finishes the question that you can't quite identify. ”i suppose not.” in response to your words, his hands wander down to the back of your thighs, gentle pinches pulled at them before you understand and jump up, letting him lift you from your thighs. with your legs wrapped around clay's middle, it really gives him the choice of where he wants to go with you. since the two of you had already eaten and really, there wasn't much else to do, except oh right, it's your first night as a married couple.

walking with you clutched onto him, at first he heads to the back porch, watching the sun begin to set to which you turn to watch it with him. the moment was sweet but it didn't last long simply because on kona the sun sets fast. ”well now what?” you ask, starting to feel a little like your husband should put you down. it's almost as if he can sense it, because he's quick to spin on his heels and walk back inside, letting you slide the door shut. ”well, my love, i've got a few ideas of what we could do.” he grins and it's quite obvious what he means, and yet still you take a second to register it in your mind, but once you do clay has already laid you back on the bed.

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you'd had had sex with clay plenty of times but still, this was different, it was how he kissed at your shoulders and ear lobes while he pressed himself into you, how vocal he was in letting you know how good he felt with you wrapped around him, how his pupils almost appeared to you as hearts. it all made you realise just how in love the two of you were, and how in sync you two were; physically and emotionally.

”i love you so much baby,” he huffed out, and you moaned at the mix of his words and actions, your fingers digging into his shoulders. you'd gotten so close to drawing blood from his skin it made him moan out your name, whispering praises against your shoulder. ”you're so perfect m'love.” the words sent shocks to your lower area, pushing you closer to the edge. ”clay please-” your husband cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, ”you don't need to ask tonight baby,” he pauses to let out some more of those pretty groans you so love to hear, ”don't gotta ask your husband t'night.” you could feel how even his own mention of being your husband turned him on, his cock twitching inside you. ”i- fuck i love you babe.” you muttered out, feeling the small drop of blood from his shoulders around the pads of your fingers.

this slight pain only seemed to encourage him to rut into you faster, making you cross your legs over his middle, drawing him closer and binding your arms around his neck tight. he loved knowing the affect he had on you, your hole clenching around his cock, signalling how close you were.

clay was either really loud or really close to your ear, because all you heard was his breathing, his grunting n' groaning, his gorgeous moans. ”clay i'm gettin' so close.”

”you gonna cum for me hon'?” you nodded rapidly, pulling ever him closer to you as you came. he didn't miss a beat in telling you between ragged breaths, ”right behind you honey, m'gonna cum.”

sapnap - fem!reader, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it), mentioned creampie/cumming inside, breeding kink if you squint, reader absolutely jumping his bones

the first two weeks of being married, you and your husband didn't have sex. mainly this was because you spent the first two weeks around his family, in their home, and waiting so long to fuck your husband was starting to take its full effect. you'd touch yourself in the shower, or subconsciously hold sapnap's hand closer to your crotch while you were holding hands under the dinner table, and he noticed but he didn't do anything. it wasn't until you left his family in texas and off for three weeks in greece that you'd get any type of real relief.

your husband closed the door to the hotel room, letting out a heavy sigh before doing a quick head count of your bags. it took everything in you not to jump his bones right then and there, but you knew he was tired and hungry and probably wanted to shower, so you waited.

see, waiting wasn't so bad when you knew you'd get what you wanted once you got back to the hotel room.

”you know we can skip dinner darl'?” your husband offered the question and you shook your head no immediately, you needed him to have his energy or you were sure you wouldn't survive another day. ”no we can't, you need to eat.” still, your voice was sweet as ever, looking out for him like you always did.

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”y/n i'm sorry we hav-” as soon as the door was shut you interrupted him, pressing a passion-filled kiss to sapnap's lips. you'd barely had time to close the door before you were jumping his bones, closing your arms and legs around him, hand tangled in his hair as your lips moved in sync. quickly, his hands reached around to the backs of your thighs, squeezing and he walked backwards to the bed.

sapnap gripped harder on your legs, spinning around to lie you back on the bed, crawling over you to cage you in. your husband pulled his lips from yours, pressing sweet, gentle along your neck. ”fuck sap– baby i need you. need you so bad.” you whine, hands falling from his head to his shoulders. ”i know princess i know. i'm sorry.” he remained slow with his kisses. ”sap, my love?” he looked up at you, eyes wide with interest. ”i love you and i appreciate your gentle touch but what i really need is for you to fuck me.” your words were clear and concise, your cheeks were pink and your eyes screamed at him to have his way with you. ”please sap, fuck me. please.” and he understood.

in a matter of what felt like two seconds, your husband had discarded both his clothes and yours, and after a minute of debating whether or not a condom was needed, pressed into your cunt, making you squeal at the intrusion. ”oh sweetheart... shit, y'so tight.” your legs tugged his middle closer to you and his head dipped down to your ear, groaning against your skin.

his pace started brutal, quick, hard, and his moans only turned you on further. ”shit, sap.” you struggled to get the words out between the beat of his skin pressing against yours. ”y'so perfect baby. y'know that?” his question was met with strewn out, broken moans, your arms squeezing his neck impossibly closer to you, and your pussy clenching down on his cock.

sapnap's hands laid on either side of your head as he fucked into you, grunting and groaning only getting louder.

”gettin' s-soo close baby, can i cum inside?..” you moaned against his neck at his sentence, the sudden question sparking the pool in your stomach to grow. you hummed against his skin, pulling at the skin of his shoulders. ”fuck– i love you so much..” he whispered the words, they were only for you, his wife. of course if you'd asked it of him, he'd scream it for you.

george - really short blurb, afab!reader, gentle riding, praise, slight dom!reader if you squint, domestic laughing during sex, cumming inside, self overstim (bc george wants so badly to make you cum)

the flights were long and had both you and george tired out. and when i say tired, i mean exhausted. neither of you wanted to go out and eat, shower, unpack, anything. then your phone went off, you turned it over to see notifications from your best friend.

ur bsf: how was ur flight?? ur bsf: respond whore ur bsf: mf are you guys are already banging holy shit

you laugh and turn your phone over to george and he smiles, a glint of recognition in his eyes. ”what?” you laugh almost nervously, you're both tired but you're not that tired.

”c'mere lovey.”

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your hips ground against your husband's, his thumb flicking over clit while his other hand keeps a firm grip on your hip, provoking emphatic moans out of both of you.

your hands rest against his chest, his hand guiding you along his cock. ”you look so good my love,” he lets out a particularly loud groan as you press back down on him. ”so good on my cock like this.” the praise makes your cunt hug against his cock, his fingers digging into the flesh of your hip.

”god georgie.. you look, so fucking pretty under me..” your words pull him closer to his release. he begins to vault his hips up into you and you gasp, although the sound dies as he bucks up again, over and over. ”shit,” you both half-laugh at how you both mumble the word out in unison. you let yourself fall forward, hands grasping at his hair while his thumb moves faster over your clit. as much as he tries to catch his breath, he just can't. he can't stop how his hips move against you or how the grip his hand has on your waist will definitely leave marks or the speed at which he circles your clit. ”if i didn't know any better,” you start and he huffs, breaking your sentence with another piston up from his body, making you mewl his name, ”i'd say you were getting,” you sigh out quick, your breath fanning hot against his neck and his ear. ”gettin' close, huh georgie?” he responds with a simple hum, 'mhm', before he continues his pace fucking up into your cunt.

”m'cummin'..” it's the one warning you get before george's hips stop and both of his hands pull you down, his seed flushing out of his cock and into your pussy. the feeling of being so full induces loud noises from your mouth and your pussy pulsates around him as he rides out his high.

of course, you assume you're done and lie down on his chest, but all of a sudden it seems as if george has the stamina and energy of an animal because he moves his hands up to your waist and turns over to put you under him. ”huh?”

george's accent is thick with his next sentences. ”what? you didn't think i was gonna leave you unfinished did you?” as you open your mouth to speak he starts his pushing himself against your walls again, lewd noises pulled from both your mouth and your desperate cunt.

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