Roaming Hands

can you write about dom!poly!marauders x sub!fem reader with them like outside of the bedroom with casual dominance? i hope this makes sense. i love your writing!

cw: fluff, casual dominance, creepy guy touches you near the end

“C’mon, up.” Sirius patted his thigh as he knelt, and you planted your shoe atop his leg. He tied the black laces of your ankle before patting your ankle, telling you to lower your foot. He stood, brushing his pristine slacks.

His hand returned to yours, fingers entangled as he pulled you along through Hogsmeade. Remus had a hand on you, too, right on your lower back. James settled for walking nearby, within arms length. They liked to be touching you at all times, for safety they would say.

Sirius held the door for you as James helped you over the threshold to The Three Broomsticks. The atmosphere warmed you instantly, lanterns illuminating the tavern and hearth glowing. The four of you took your usual seats in the back.

“Bangers and mash for me, and she’ll have apple pie, and a butter beer, please.” Remus ordered for you, giving the waitress a small smile. Of course you could order for yourself, but you never wanted to. The way they would take control for you made you feel small, protected.

When your hair fell into your face, James was quick to pull your hair back, holding it for you while you took a bite. The entire time, Remus kept his paw steady on your thigh, squeezing every once in a while.

After your meal, they took you into Honeydukes for a treat. You browsed the aisles of candy, landing on a box of peppermint toads. Happy with your decision, you went to find your boyfriends. But then, another sweet caught your eye. The brightly colored box of fizzing whizzbees beckoned you forward, hand reaching out to pluck the box from the shelf.

You were only allowed one item, you knew that. So, when Remus denied you, you turned to James. Giving him your biggest puppy dog eyes, you silently pleaded with him. James was strong in his will, crossing his arms with a stern look, telling you no wordlessly. You huffed in annoyance, returning the whizzbees to the shelf.

“That’s our good girl,” Sirius cooed as he paid for your candy, handing you the small bag. “Thank you, Si.” You placed a kiss on his cheek, placing both hands on his shoulder. You reentered the brisk, fall air, the cool breeze chilling your nose. You looked up, watching the smoke that billowed from the chimneys above.

When you looked back down, you realized you were suddenly unaccompanied in Hogsmeade. The boys having wandered off into a nearby shop, leaving you by your lonesome. A boy from your class approached, “Y’look lost, sweetheart.” You blushed uncomfortably at the pet name. “O-oh no my, my-”

“It’s okay,” he slipped a hand around your waist. “Why don’t I help you find your way back to my dorm.” His tone was all too suggestive for your liking, and you knew it wouldn’t be good if-

Sirius snaked a hand beneath your hair to grab your neck. “Is he bothering you, puppy?” Remus, James, and Sirius had returned to your side, crowding around you. Remus removed the unwelcomed hand that graced your skin, squeezing so hard you feared Remus might break his bones. The boy watched as Sirius’ fists clenched by his sides and James’ jaw tightened. He stepped back, strides faltering as he stuttered, “I-I think I’ll just be going.”

“That’s a great idea, mate.” James called out as the boy turned, running back to the castle. They wouldn’t tell you what they were planning on doing to the poor boy later, but when you were passing by the hospital wing one day, you figured it out.

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Laced Around Your Throat

Summary: Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it. 

Pairing: Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Word count: 2.5K 

𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Smut, 18+, Minors DNI, possessive behavior, exhibitionism, voyeurism,  cockwarming, oral (m receiving), fingering (x 2), choking, very brief daddy kink (mentioned once)

 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢’𝘥 by the wonderful @whisperlullaby​, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘸𝘯

𝘗𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 (𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵) However no permission given to copy, translate, rewrite or post any parts of my stories anywhere (reblogs are great). 

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Steve runs New York with an iron fist, sharing his wealth and power with his best friend Bucky. His legitimate businesses are lucrative fronts for the state’s largest criminal organizations. Rumors run rampant through the boroughs about the golden hair CEO and the mysterious brunet known only to the public as the Winter Soldier, however, no one dares to say anything too loud.

No one is brave enough to risk his wrath. Louder than the rumors of the mob boss are the whispers about what happens to his enemies. 

He has the police in his pocket, the governor on speed dial, and senators begging for a meeting. 

While people know of Steve Rogers, very few know the man behind his meticulously crafted façade. 

Steve has worked hard to keep his name away from his more nefarious dealings, content to let others take credit for his handiwork. It’s easier for him to rule when people are unaware of everything that he owns. His privacy is more important to him than the notoriety that comes with his status. 

There is one thing, one person, he does claim. 

You.

Oh, Steve loves you. You belong to him. His feral need to claim you that grows more powerful each day. He’s not happy until he’s fucked you senseless, so thoroughly and deeply, that you feel him long after he’s slipped out of your tight warm pussy, his passionate lovemaking leaves you wearing his marks all over your soft thighs and chest. 

It’s a vicious cycle, seeing you marked up makes him want to mark you even more. Hearing you scream out his name as he fucks you makes him go harder until you’re wrecked, overstimulated and limp on the bed. A vicious cycle that you can’t get enough of. Neither can he. 

But nothing compares to how his hand curves perfectly around your throat, your skin painted with bruises from his thick fingers, lips, and teeth. Steve knows only one thing will look better around your throat. 

His name. 

He had the necklace designed by a French artist and handcrafted by an Italian jeweler. The black diamonds woven throughout the collar enhanced the colorful crimson rubies, his name etched in the braided tassel that could be split apart and attached to the ends of the necklace, hanging in loops over your collarbone. 

Or it can be left down, dropping between your breasts, his name twisting with each sway of the chain. When Steve saw how perfectly it fit on you, he knew it was worth every penny, he would spend millions to have more commissioned for you. His girl. 

The night he put it on you, seeing his name on against your skin changed something in him. His alpha side reaching new heights. You watched in awe and heady anticipation as he swiftly removed his clothes, ordering you to stay still. 

“Sweetheart, now is not the time to tease me, I can’t be responsible for what I’ll do.” He swore, his voice deepening the longer he stared at you. 

Steve’s hands trembled with the urge to choke you, his desire to be inside you overwhelming his senses, all he could see was you splayed on his gigantic bed, naked and ready for him. The necklace glinting under the lights; the sight fraying his barely there control. When you tugged on it, murmuring his name, he snapped. 

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reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

I, yet again, need help finding a fic.

It’s a marauders fic and I read it a while ago.

It’s poly!marauders x reader where r gets so overstimulated she uses her safe word and vomits because of the overstimulation.

MAKING EXCEPTIONS| D.H.

Pairing: Derek x Reader

Characters: Derek, Stiles, Isaac, Scott

Word count: 791 words

Warnings: none, just fluff

Gif: not mine, found on Google.

Summary: Scott and Isaac are confused by Y/n getting her first period since she started dating Derek, worrying that there may be something else wrong with her. Stiles and Derek help dismantle the situation.

“I mean you smell that too, right?” Scott asks stepping forward to sniff me. Isaac nods quickly pointing at Scott to show that he agrees.

“Oh yeah definitely. There’s a distinct smell of death.” He adds and I sigh looking between them.

“Boys. I’m fine. Really.” I retort stepping passed them only to be stopped by Isaac’s arm. He frowns, leaning in close just like Scott did before, worriedly looking towards him.

“Death and blood. Do you smell blood too?” He asks worried and I scrounge my nose at the pure thought of this situation.

“Did someone attack you that we didn’t know of?” Scott asks attempting to lift the sleeves of my shirt, but failing when I slap his hands away with my free arm.

“Did you hurt yourself?” Isaac chimes in reaching for my arms as well.

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Azriel’s Shadows love you as much as he does - Azriel x female!reader

Type - Imagine

Character(s) - Azriel

Warning(s)- Fluffy

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Ever since Azriel can remember he has been self conscious about his abilities. His situation in the Illyrian camp did not do much to make him feel better about his gift. He always tried to keep them out of sight and away. This was easy most of the time, the only time they ever seem to get the best of him was when you were around.

No matter how hard he tries, the shadows demand your attention. They love you. Every time that you come around Azriel they seem to glow brighter, as if they were trying to get your attention.

 Not to mention when you came within touching range. Every time you came close to him they would jet out from their places and towards you. This frustrated him to no extent. He was so good with controlling them but every time you came around he seemed to lose any grasp he had on them.

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in the trinity au does the reader squirt?? can you imagine the first time she does it with her boys?

squirt ~ stucky

warnings || smut, minors DNI, polyamory, double penetration, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, cream pie, anal, bruises, crying kink, subspace

The night started off slow. Bucky pulled you into his lap, lips molding over yours sensually before he tore himself away from you to kiss Steve. The blond sat beside him, leaning into both of you as he kisses the brunette. It wasn’t very long until Bucky guided you to take over kissing Steve while he admired the view in from of him.

That had been hours ago, now you were so stuffed of cock that you were crying. The boys were insatiable today, using your body over and over again with their super soldier stamina. They had both already filled your cunt once, and Steve was particularly rough today. The bruises on your hips were already turning a deep color and Bucky’s hand print was staining the smooth skin of your neck.

Your cunt was sopping, white creamy slick leaking out around Bucky’s thick cock as his shaft disappeared into your clenching walls. You were on your side, leg hosted up over Bucky’s hip with Steve railed your tightest hole from behind you.

There was no where to go when they surrounded you like this, the pleasure overwhelmingly your body as you tried to push them away subconsciously. Their huge cocks were almost too much, slipping in and out of you with no avail. You were covered in tears, sweat, and cum. You didn’t think it would be possible for you to cum again, your body didn’t think you could handle it.

With a fuzzy mind, you just whine helpless and try to move away from their vicious thrusts. Large hands encircled your hips, forcing you to stay put. Steve bit down on the soft skin of your shoulder as a warning.

“No running away, bunny, you’re gonna cum again, I know you want to,”Steve told you when you tried to move away. You knew they wouldn’t stop unless you said your safeword, but something deep inside you wanted to be used and fucked more.

“I can’t, I can’t…”You cried out as they both fucked inside your used holes aggressively.

Bucky wrapped his metal hand around your neck, lips grazing over yours.”Yes, you can. Now be a good girl and take our cocks. These little holes fucking belong to us, they love us, look at how well you taken Captain’s cock, your little ass is split open…he’s got you gaping for him and we both know you fucking love it.”

You sobbed out, clinging to Bucky like your life depended on it. They both thrusted in sync with each other, cocks dragging against tight warm walls that eagerly squeezed them . You felt like their large cock were rearranging your insides in the best way.

“Think we’ve fucked her dumb, Steve, look at her, eyes all rolled back. Can’t even form a sentence, can you?”Bucky squeezed your throat, slamming into you vigorously as Steve fucked into you fast and hard.

“Yeah, our dumb baby loves getting fucked until she can’t think, don’t you?”Steve taunted, his arm wrapped around your body while he increased his pace. You were full on crying, whimpering out a yes yes love being your dumb baby or at least that’s what you were trying to say. It all came out as blubbering about how much you loved their cocks.

“She’s gonna cum,”Bucky groaned out,”Her cunt little cunt is squeezing the fuck out of name, wants to milk me dry, isn’t that right? You want my cum inside this pretty pussy?”

You nodded, unable to form words with your mind so far away. You don’t know what’s happening, body trembling between them as you just erupt with pleasure. The coil in your belly snapped and you have no control. With your orgasm washing over you again, the boys don’t stop. Instead, Steve’s fingers find over your clit to really fuck your through that last orgasm. You cum harder than ever before, soaking the boys in your juices.

“Holy fuck, that’s hot,”Bucky curser while Steve’s grip grew tighter as he felt his own orgasm fast approaching after seeing you so fucked and wet for them.

Bucky’s cock and Steve’s hand was covered in wet, slick substance. It’s so hot, watching you fall apart to extremes. You go absolutely pilant, eyes fluttering shut while both boys fill your pretty holes with hot cum. You feel weak, covered in wet sticky fluid, and like you were absolute jelly. You don’t know how long you were out, but it felt as if you had blacked out from how good you felt. Their voices were barely echoes in your head as you disassociated.

“Peaches, come back to us,”Bucky’s sweet voices cooed at you. He feels far away, making you reach out for both the boys. You only find one, Bucky.

“Where’s Stevie?”You nearly cried, turning on your back with a panic to try and find your boyfriend.

“I’m right here, bunny,”Steve assured you, the bed dipping with his weight back in it. You feel a warm cloth cleaning you up, making you whine at how sensitive you feel.

“I can’t—please.”

“It’s okay, Steve’s just cleaning you up,”Bucky assured,”We’re done for the night, you did so good, honey. You took us like a champ. No girl could ever take two super soldiers like you do. You’re one of kind, made for us…you did amazing.”

“I can’t move…”You murmured, making Steve chuckle slightly while he kissed your cheek.

“We’ll take care of you, you got two super boyfriend, you don’t ever have to do anything if you don’t want.”

That made you smile,”Kiss me,”You whispered, pulling Steve into mold his lips over yours sweetly before pulling away to share a moment of love with Bucky. You carried on like that, the boys smothering you in affection. After all, you were their good girl.

Can you ease do a hc where sebastian calls you a good girl for the first time (kind of in like an innocent or joking way) and finds out you have a praise kink?? 🙈 thank you!

Oh dear...

But imagine you and him are playfully arguing over something

And it's been going on for a while so you decide to just let him win

You roll your eyes at him, "Fine. Okay, I lose. You win."

He laughs and leans in to give you an innocent kiss on your cheek. "Good girl."

And immediately, a pleasant tingle danced down your spine, making you clench your thighs together

You get over it in a few seconds, but Seb knows your body too well. And he caught the way you shivered at the praise

Just so he wouldn't embarrass you, he didn't say anything right away. He waited a day or two, then brought it up in bed

Naked under the covers, his damp body pressed against yours as he pounded into you from behind

His hand wrapped around your throat and he squeezed just a little, "Come on, be my good girl and cum for me."

He didn't miss the way you moaned and clenched around him hard the moment he called you his good girl

He chuckled in your ear, making a mental note of that.

I bet once he finds out you have a praise kink, he would be totally shameless

Especially in public, imagine you and him in an elevator and Seb decides to mess with you. He doesn't think twice before slipping his hand under your dress

You gasp and whimper as quietly as you can while he pushes your underwear aside and pushes his two fingers inside of you

He smirks when he feels how wet he made you. "Is my baby's pretty little cunt wet for me already?"

And he'd watched you squirm and try your hardest to hold back from moaning

You would melt anytime he called you his 'good girl.'

Especially when he growled it in your ear while spreading your legs apart and fucking you harder and deeper.

Or when he mumbled it, in a daze, against your lips while you rode his cock, "Such a good girl... riding my cock like you were made for it."

Can you imagine him calling you his good girl and asking you to kneel in front of him and show him just how good you've been all day? eye-

"Come here baby, show me how good you've been today"

"Have you been a good girl? Or do you need to be punished?"

"You look so beautiful on your knees, baby."

"Fuck..." he'd moan, "You feel so good."

Or imagine him tell you how good you taste while he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow.

"Such a sweet girl."

"Now be good, and be quiet for me"

Imagine him pressing his palm against your mouth, shutting you up while he speeds up into you and leans in to tell you just how good you feel

"Fuck... Babygirl, you feel incredible."

Crying & Hugs

Summary: Chris learns you aren’t a big crier or hugger.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Actress!Reader

“How often do you cry?” The interviewer asked.

Chris groaned going slack in his seat. He rolled his eyes.

“I feel like that was directed to me,” Chris said.

“‘Cause most have been,” you said matter of factly.

“Don’t cry over it,” Chris teased.

“You’ll never see me cry, you big baby,” you said.

“I am a big baby. I cry over everything,” Chris admitted.

“I’m glad I wasn’t around,” you said.

“Why do you say that?” The interviewer asked.

“Cause I wouldn’t know what the fuck to do. Most people would run and try and comfort him. I’d run the fuck away,” you said. “The fuck am I supposed to do?”

“A hug would suffice,” Chris said looking at you.

“I don’t do hugs,” you said starting to play with the rings you have on your fingers.

“She gets all stiff and tense when I hug her,” he said pointing at you. “Or whoever hugs her and she gets this look of fear in her eyes.”

“Yeah, cause it’s a very compromising position,” you said. “How the fuck am I supposed to know you aren’t gonna murder me? Or attack me?”

Your costar can’t help but laugh.

“Why would I attack you?” He asked.

“Bitch, how am I supposed to know your motives? That’s the detective’s job to find out when they find my body and for you to know,” you said getting them to crack up.

“Is this what you really think about?” Chris asked.

“Don’t try and understand me. It’s a waste of time,” you said.

“Y/n, how often do you cry?” The interviewer asked before Chris could deny your claims.

“Once a year,” you said. “And I’m not counting the times for filming.”

“How?” Your costar asked.

“It’s called concealing and not feeling, Christopher,” you said. “Don’t let them know.”

“D- Did you just quote Frozen?” Chris asked.

“Yeah. The ice Queen is my idol,” you said.

“Oh my god,” he said.

“She’s just like me! She closes people off and she makes a castle out of ice on a mountain. She’s living the dream,” you said.

“That’s not the point of the movie,” Chris argued.

“Shut the fuck up and don’t argue with me,” you said. “‘Cause I will physically fight you, Christopher.”

“What will get you to cry?” He asked.

“I’m not revealing that,” you said.

“What about puppies dying?” Chris asked.

“Stop trying to have an emotional connection with me,” you said with a tilt of your head.

“Can I not... deepen our friendship?” he asked looking you in the eyes but you won’t look back.

“No,” you said flatly. “You can not.”

“Why not?” Chris asked.

“I don’t find it to be a good idea,” you said.

“Why?” he questioned.

“I’m not answering that on camera,” you said.

“Fine, but know you aren’t getting away so easily,” the blue eyed actor said.

And just as Chris said, he’s not going to let you dodge him. You tried so hard. It’s already been an overwhelming day for you and you don’t want to deal with him and his questions. You don’t understand why he’s trying so hard to get you open up and so pushy when he wasn’t like that onset with you. But then again you barely had any scenes with him and you two just happened to be partnered up for the press tour. Now, Chris wormed his way into your hotel room. He even has his pushy self holding you against his chest. He won’t being going anywhere anytime soon.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

You’re soon met with his chest and he held you tightly against him. Your arms got caged in between the both of you. You tried fighting back but he isn’t letting you go.

“Can you let—?” You asked.

“Nope,” Chris said. “Not until you hug me back.”

You don’t. You stayed tense in his arms. You started biting your bottom lip and feeling overwhelmed in his arms. You aren’t the greatest with touch especially if it’s not for a role or there’s a reason for it.

“Are you crying?” Chris asked.

You shook your head no but sure enough there’s tears rolling down your cheeks. He put his left hand on your cheek and gently wiped away the tear with his thumb. He feels that your jaw is tightly clenched under his hand.

“Are you gonna hug me back?” Chris asked.

You shook your head no making him smile just a bit at your stubbornness. More tears came and you pressed half of your face into the center of his chest. You closed your eyes tightly and held yourself. Chris stood there with you in the middle of the hotel room as you cried quietly.

It’s a good ten minutes before Chris feels your arms wrapped his waist. He smiled so wide and his heart just bursted into warmth.

“Do you want me to let go?” He asked quietly.

“No,” you mumbled.

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