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More stoner Remus 🙏🙏🙏🙏

here's another part of the dealer!remus series, enjoy!!

You're so hot when you're jealous - Remus Lupin x reader

pairing; dealer!rem x reader summary; reader gets jealous of remus for the first time and decides to do something about it cw; smut, stoner!rem, loser!rem, jealous!reader, reader is kinda dom, desperate!remus pt 1; pt 2; pt 3

After the last hookup, you and Remus were growing closer and closer. You would often catch him looking at you in class, and you would return his looks when you were sure no one else was looking, teasing him with a pencil in your mouth.

He was driving you crazy. But you couldn't bring yourself to ask him out still, and apparently he couldn't either. He would drag you into empty classes to make out during lunch break occasionally, but he would never speak about going out or becoming something more.

You were both frustrated and excited about it, and you were still secretive about him with your friends. In some ways though, you liked it as it was, cause you wanted to keep it as a little secret between the two of you for a little longer, but at the same time you would often catch yourself secretly dreaming for more.

When you heard about the party that was happening on the weekend you immediately thought about him, blushing at the memory of the last one you spent together. You smiled at yourself and immediately reunited your friend group to organize a pregame at your house. Although this time you didn't want to drink, you wanted to enjoy the possible hookup with remus as sober, since you didn't know when the next would occur.

That was the thing about you, you craved him, his touch, his lips, but you were also too scared to actively seek out for it, afraid of rejection and afraid of looking too desperate for him. Which you definitely were by the way, but you wouldn't want him to know, in case he would get too cocky about it and maybe starting to take you for granted.

But the party was finally happening, and you were so ready. You wore all the clothes you knew he liked (skirt, tight shirt, no bra, no thighs) and you drowned yourself in perfume. When you arrived the party was already taking off, and your friends were completely dazed with alcohol. They ran on the dance floor, meeting their friends, or their boyfriends, leaving you behind. Which was perfect, cause that meant they wouldn't notice your absence.

You immediately went to look up for Remus, outside, where you imagined him to be smoking or dealing (or both). You wandered for a bit, without effect. You were about to come back inside, filled with disappointment, when you spotted his friends. They were smoking on the patio, slouched on the chairs, around the fire pit. You looked around.

Where was he? You sighed. You needed to find him, and for that you had to put your pride aside. You took courage and went up to his friends, straightening your skirt, your cheeks blushing. "Hey" you greeted them, they acknowledged you, slightly lifting their chins to greet you. You cleared your throat "um..did you see Remus?"

One of them took a long drag of his joint before answering you "you need some stuff?" you bit your lip...so they really had no idea huh? You sighed, then nodded "yeah, he told me he would be here" his friend nodded "yeah..he should be around here, look by the pool on the back" you nodded "okay, um..thanks" he shrugged "no problem".

You went in the back garden, there were little groups of people talking and smoking sitting on the chairs by the pool. You looked around. There he was. Leaning on the wall, hands in his pocket, vintage sweater and slouchy jeans. Hot as usual. Your guts immediately filled with butterflies as you went up to him. But then you noticed.

He was talking to a girl. You felt a deep sorrow take over you as you went closer, jealousy burning your throat. You needed to hear what they were talking about. He hadn't noticed you still, as you sat on the sunbed in front of them. Lighting up a cig, to keep your hands occupied.

You could hear the girl giggling "stop! just give me the usual" Remus chuckled "fine, fine, but you're really missing out on my new stuff" the girl was smiling "will be for the next time" Remus giggled "okay, I''ll forgive you... okay, so it's 10, as usual"

"I might be 5 short..." the girl was still smiling, you could hear it in her voice, Remus sighed "alright...I'll give you a discount, but only cause it's you" the girl squealed "oh Rem! you're the best" you heard her kissing what you supposed to be his cheek.

You felt your heart drop to your stomach, as you took the longest drag of the cigarette, burning your lungs. Remus giggled awkwardly "alright, now piss off, and don't make me regret it" she smiled again "bye Rem, it's always a pleasure!"

She walked away fast, passing in front of you. You recognized her, she was in your English class, but you never really spoke. As in that moment you decided you hated her. You took another couple of drags before the cig was over. You felt the anger rush to your hands, you threw the cigarette on the floor, you just wanted to walk away, but as you stood up, Remus noticed you

"Y/n!" you sighed, still not turning over to him. He came up to you, hugging you awkwardly. You didn't hug him back. "Watch'a doing here?" I was looking for you, you stupid fucking-"nothing, just smoking a cig" you gritted your teeth, trying to smile

Remus seemed genuinely confused "everything fine?" you shrugged "totally" Remus scratched the back of his head "um..you wanna take a walk?" you shrugged again "my friends are probably looking for me...so..." You tried walking away but he grabbed you by your wrist, making your breath hitch, pulling you into his chest.

Your heart fluttered, as his scent filled your nose, his breath on your face, suddenly so close to you. "Tell me what's wrong" he murmured. His voice was deep, you and him the only ones that could hear. You sighed deeply, inhaling his scent, feeling his cold fingers press into the warm skin of your wrist. You needed him. Right there and then.

You impulsively grabbed him by the arm, dragging him inside. Suddenly uninterested in what the others could see or think. Remus was chuckling "easy baby" you rolled your eyes, he could be such a dick sometimes.

You dragged him through the crowd, trying not to bump into too many people. You went up the stairs, still gripping his sleeve. You opened a couple of doors before finding the bathroom, lucky empty, and pushing Remus inside it, following him and locking the door closed behind you.

Remus smiled "what is it?" "who was that?" Remus frowned "huh?" you rolled your eyes "don't act dumb, she was with you outside" he looked confused "Em'? She's just a regular" you scoffed "Em'?" Remus grinned, his hand grazing your cheek "oh! I see, you're jealous of her!" you slapped his hand away "I'm not..."

Remus smiled, teasing you with his stupid condescending pout "oh, but you are" you rolled your eyes "you were literally flirting with her" Remus frowned again "I wasn't?" "I'll give you a discount, but only cause it's you" you said in a high pitched voice, mocking him.

He laughed "Okay...I do not talk like that!" you bumped his shoulder, Remus chuckled "Ow! You become so aggressive when you're jealous" you shook your head "I already told you I'm not, but you were clearly flirting with her, and you can't deny it"

He shook his head, grabbing you by your shoulders "Y/n...I promise you, I wasn't, that's just how I act when I deal, and if I hurt you, I'm sorry" you scoffed "I'm not hurt! it's just..." he was looking at you intensely, seriously, listening, he really cared, so you finally let your guard down.

"It's just that I'm scared you'll like her more than me" you mumbled, avoiding his gaze, Remus sighed, he lifted your chin "Y/n, look at me" your eyes locked together "I know how it feels, cause I'm afraid of the same exact thing with you, all the time" you felt your heart fasten "really?" Remus nodded "of course I do, I like you so much, I don't want to lose you"

Your gaze softened "me neither" he smiled, kissing you. You deepened the kiss, and just like that, you were making out. Remus interrupted the kiss, looking at you "you're so hot when you're jealous, I should start flirting with girls more" You hit him on his chest "Hey!" he grabbed your wrist "that's enough" he said giggling.

You grinned "you can flirt with every girl you want, but no one will ever make you feel like I do" you said, your heart beating faster, your cheeks getting red, faking a confidence you didn't have. "Oh, I see" Remus said, caressing your cheek "and how would you make me feel?" you grinned again, maybe your confidence was fake, but the effect that your touch had on Remus was very real indeed.

You kissed his neck, sliding a hand under his sweater, caressing his smooth torso, going lower and lower, touching his belt. You looked at Remus, his previous confidence already disappeared. You unbuckled his belt slowly, hearing his breath hitch. When you unbuttoned his pants, Remus let out a light whimper "relax" you whispered, before kissing him. As your tongues swirled together you started to touch his bulge through the boxers, Remus whimpered in your mouth.

"I should show you how I could make you feel" you whispered on his lips, in a teasing tone. Smiling. Remus cheeks were burning, his half lidded eyes were getting wider. You slowly lowered yourself on the floor, your knees on the cold pavement. Remus stopped breathing "Wh-what are you doing?" he stuttered, you grinned, brushing your hair away from your face, looking at him with innocent eyes "what do you think?"

Remus sucked the air in. You felt him slightly shake in anticipation. You tugged at the waistband of his boxers, his dick sprung free, bouncing on his stomach. Your mouth watered at the sigh. He was already hard, his tip red and leaking with precum. You smiled "oh, look at that, one kiss and you're already a mess" Remus bit his lip, his eyes growing darker.

You wrapped your hand around his base, pumping it on his length a couple of times, spreading the slick. Remus whimpered. You smiled at him, and you looked at him as you licked his tip, the salty taste of him on your tongue. "Oh god" he whined "oh god baby wait" "what's wrong?"

He shook his head "I don't- I never-" you stood up "shhh" you reassured him, kissing his lips "just breath, it's gonna be okay" Remus nodded, trying to breath, his hands shaky around your waist "can I continue?" you asked him, brushing his hair away from his forehead, you wanted to see him, he nodded slowly "okay" he whispered, breath shaky.

You sank back to your knees. You looked at him in search of signs of uncertainness, but he nodded again, biting his lips. You licked a stripe up the side of his cock, your eyes locked on his face, Remus whined "baby please stop teasing" his voice was shaky, you smiled "so desperate for me".

You sucked gently at his tip, and then you bobbed your head sinking deeper on his cock. Remus moaned. You tried to adjust and then you finally took his length in. It was big, thick, and you couldn't take it in completely, so you wrapped your hand around his base. Remus whined "oh my fucking christ" you started going up and down slowly, trying to adjust to his size.

Remus hands were gripping the sink counter, his knuckles white from the force of the grip. His eyes were closed shut, his teeth sinking deep in his bottom lip. He bucked slightly into you. As you finally adjusted to his length you started picking up your pace, bobbing your head faster.

Remus whined loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. You continued taking him in sloppily, saliva dripping from the side of your mouth, your tongue swirling around his cock, your soft warm mouth wrapping around him. You tried sinking deeper, his tip touching the back of your throat, you gagged on it, sending Remus over the edge.

He looked at you, you were teary eyed and your hair were getting in the way. Remus brushed them out gently, with shaky hands "oh my god baby you're so fucking hot like this" he mumbled. You sucked him slowly, before getting faster again. Remus threw his head back again.

Whines and whimpers started slipping from his lips, his hands locked in your hair. Remus hissed "f-f-fuck baby" he whined "I ca-I can't" he whimpered. You fastened your pace, your mouth going up and down sloppily, and as you watched Remus face contort in pleasure you could feel the arousal pool in your panties, you squirmed your legs together.

"Baby please" he whined in a desperate voice, his shaky hands covering his flustered face. You didn't stop, even if you were starting to feel like chocking, and tears were streaming down your cheeks. Someone started knocking on the door "It's occupied!" Remus shouted, before throwing his head back and crying out a loud moan.

"Baby I-I'm-" he moaned "I'm gonna cum" you got impossibly sloppier, Remus closed his eyes shut, biting his lip "oh my god I'm gonna cum" he repeated "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum" his voice was shaky. He looked at you "baby I'm gonna cum in your mouth" he said, you nodded giving him the permission, his hips began to twitch.

You pulled back a little, to welcome his arousal. He finally snapped, bucking his hips. "Oh fuck, oh fuck baby, fuck" he panted, as thick spurts of cum went down your throat "Jesus fucking christ" he cried out, his mouth open in a silent moan, his brows furrowed in a contort expression, his entire body tensing in pleasure.

You swallowed what you could, the rest dripping down the side of your mouth and chin, and then you pulled away slowly, a string of saliva still connecting your lips with his tip, you cleaned your lips, all sticky in his cum. You looked at Remus, he was a shaky mess, barely able to stand up.

You stood up, your knees were numb from the cold hard floor. Remus lifted up his boxers and jeans, buckling his belt with shaky fingers. He then looked at you with half lidded eyes, he dried the tears from your eyes with his thumbs.

His hair were a complete mess, his locks tangled in sweat. You brushed them away from his forehead. His skin was burning and sweaty, his cheeks were red. "Oh my god baby, that was the best thing I ever felt in my life" he mumbled on your lips, before kissing you.

You pulled away of him, smiling "I'm glad" he tugged at your shirt, pulling you back in "where are you going? I didn't even start with you" he grinned kissing the side of your lip. You whimpered, but then you pulled away again.

You wanted to leave him with that memory for the night, and you also wanted him to feel your absence, and to miss you. "Maybe next time" Remus scoffed "what?" you grinned, your lips brushing his ear "maybe next time you won't flirt with girls" you whispered, before nipping his earlobe lightly.

Remus grinned "you're gonna regret this" he mumbled, you kissed him on the cheek before unlocking the door, leaving him behind you. Your heart was pounding in your ears and your panties were soaking wet but you felt invincible, as you left him there all dizzy and messy, leaning on the sink, looking at you with wide eyes and his mouth agape.

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Golden Pt. 6 - The Weasley Twins x Reader

(Warning: this chapter contains smut (minors dni) with both brothers. Strictly with reader, no sword crossing. Don't read this chapter if that's not your thing.)

Other parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

“What the fuck did you do to her?” Those were the first words you heard, following the loud bang of your door flying off its hinges. Fred didn’t waste a moment before grabbing his brother by the shoulders and punching him square in the jaw. You screamed at the sound, pushing yourself back towards the wall. He landed a few more blows before George managed to throw him off. “What the hell are you on about?” “Are you daft? You’re in her bloody bed, George! What the hell did you do to her?” George grinned wickedly. “I fucked her, you twat. Or do you want the details?” Fred’s eyes darkened. “I’ll kill you. I will fucking kill you if you hurt her.” George took a step closer to his brother. “And if she wanted to be hurt? What then?” Fred finally cast his eyes towards you, scanning for damages. “I’m sorry, Fred. I should have told you.” He didn’t waste a response on you, storming off silently.

George did a rough wipe of his nose, clearing the stream of blood. “Fucking fantastic. Now I get to break the news to Mum about our soulmate with a broken nose.” Your face drained of color, every ounce of blood seeming to rush back to your chest. “What?” “You’re meeting our family today, princess,” George smiled bitterly. “They’re going to love you.”

The three of you arrived at the Burrow before supper time, luggage in tow for a weekend stay. George carried yours without a word. Fred still couldn’t look at you, his eyes trained on the door.

“No one speaks a word of this to Mum,” he said evenly. “We’re soulmates, we’re in love, and we’re happy. We can sort the rest of this out on Monday.”

Fred had barely rapped the door thrice before Molly yanked it open and pulled her son into her arms. “Hey, Mum,” he said into the fabric of her dress, still in her tight embrace.

“I’ve missed you, Freddie!” She pulled away from her first son and moved onto her second, pulling him into an equally crushing embrace. “You too, George!”

When she finally released George, her attention fell to you. If she hadn’t been missing her sons so much, hadn’t hugged them so quickly, she would have seen it sooner. Her jaw fell slack as she laid a gentle hand on your face, right over Fred’s soulmark.

“She’s mine, Mum,” he smiled, though you could tell it was tinged with sadness. He placed his hand where his mother’s just was - where it fit perfectly.

Fred finally introduced you to his mother - your name, your house, your family, though you found your attention crawling back to George, his golden mark still unnoticed.

“Let’s get you inside then, shall we?” Mrs. Weasley asked, pushing you towards the doorway. You had almost made it to the threshold when she yelped. Your head snapped back to her, holding George’s arm within her hands. “You too! Eighteen years without a match and suddenly both of my boys find one within the same month!” “Mum,” he begins, but she continues on. “Not a ring. Not an Owl. Not even a Howler! And you’re worse than your brother! Didn’t even bring them to meet me!” “Yes, I did,” he finally interrupted. “Excuse me?” “I did.” George drops both bags before walking to your side. You gently lift up your shirt, revealing a mark that matched the one on his forearm. “She’s mine, too.”

“Oh,” was all she said. Which was more than you, as you just stood there shellshocked and flushed. “Well, we better get you inside.” Mrs. Weasley wasted no time on preamble. She entered the home first, hands clenching together nervously. “Fred and George are here,” she announced quickly. Mr. Weasley’s head finally peaked around a corner, smile wide on his face. “With their soulmate. Both of them. One soulmate.” “Right,” Mr. Weasley spoke, scanning between the three of you. You focused your attention on his bow tie. “The more the merrier, as they say. Or less. I’m not sure what to say in this situation.”

George’s mouth set into an even line. “Where do you want me to put these, Mum?” he asked, lifting the luggage slightly. “Oh. I originally had Fred sharing with his soulmate, but seeing as she’s yours, too, I’ll have to make a few adjustments.” “It’s fine, Mum,” George smiled tightly. “Just lead the way and I’ll get it sorted. I know you were cooking before we barged in.”

George and his mum took off towards the stairway and Mr. Weasley quickly excused himself, leaving you alone with Fred for the first time since that morning. He didn’t speak. He refused to even look at you. “I’m sorry,” you whispered.

“For fucking my brother or hiding it from me?” His voice was stern and in that moment, he reminded you of George - the hatred he seemed to have for you to his very core.

You didn’t speak for a long pause. “I don’t know.” You should’ve been sorry for both. You should’ve been wholeheartedly apologetic for sleeping with his brother, but you couldn’t be. Your soul would never be complete without George’s. You were his as much as you were his brother’s. Regret and guilt and need mixed cruelly within you, begging for resolution.

“Don’t apologize until you know what you’re apologizing for. It’s not fair to either of us.”

He too, left, leaving you standing on your own in the Weasley's living room. Molly was the first down the stairs, thankfully alone. "Where'd Fred get off to?" she asked, making her way to the kitchen. "Not sure," you replied truthfully. "Just took off." She shook her head in disbelief. "Sorry, dear. You have me at least." You nodded. "Need any help?" She immediately handed off sets of plates and silverware.

“Ron and Ginny will be in tomorrow morning. My older boys should be in by that evening. Everyone was ecstatic about Freddie finding his soulmate,” he paused, pursing her lips. “I haven’t told them about George yet.” You straightened a set of silverware. “We probably should’ve warned you. I guess we just didn’t know how.” “I’ve just never heard of anything like this before,” she admitted, laying the final plate. “I hadn’t either. I don’t think I would’ve believed it if it didn’t happen to me.” “Don’t tell them I asked, but how did they react? Were they happy?” You paused, considering whether to omit the full truth. “Fred was excited, just happy we finally found each other, I think. George wasn’t as happy. Said ‘no one wants half a soulmate’,” you tried to shrug off your hurt, but it still stung. “Guess I can’t really blame him, though.”

She sighed softly. “That’s what worried me. The two have shared everything for all their lives. George has always been my more jealous son.” You didn’t know how to respond, so you didn’t. “And now? Are you happy together?” she stopped busying herself for a moment, holding your hands within hers. “Do you love them?” You nod with clenched teeth, trying to stop tears from pooling in your eyes. “More than anything.” Molly smiled, a real one this time, and pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m so glad, dear.”

It could’ve been awkward, dinner with just the five of you, but Molly refused to let it be. She carried the conversation, gracefully turning from subject to subject and expertly avoiding the whole soulmate talk. You were endlessly grateful for her, especially when you ushered you to bed directly after dessert. She shoved the three of you in, shutting the door quickly behind her. George immediately cast a silencing charm.

You couldn’t help but bark out a laugh when you finally saw the ‘bed situation’. Molly had shoved three beds against each other, spelling the sheets to combine into a large franken-bed. “I’ll just sleep on the couch downstairs. I can wake up early enough that no one will know.” George groaned. “I feel like we’ve had this argument before. You’re not sleeping on the floor, or the couch, or anywhere other than a fucking bed when you’re with us.” “That was before everything went to shit, now isn’t it?” you retorted, pushing the ginger in the chest. “And whose fault is that?” he shoved back. “You came on to me, asshole!” “And then you came on me. So you’re not scot-free either, princess!” “Stop calling me that!” you yelled, ready to charge for him before Fred held you back.

“You both need to calm the hell down,” Fred yells, too. “I don’t know if you both just love to hate-fuck each other, but I’m over it.” Fred throws himself down onto the springy mattress, cupping his face within his hands.

“I’m sorry, Fred,” you stated, pulling his attention once more. “I’m sorry for hiding my relationship with George from you. I should have told you as soon as I realized I had feelings for him, too. But I’m not sorry for those feelings. He’s my soulmate as much as you are. If you’re going to ask me to choose between the two of you, I won’t. I can’t.”

You had barely plopped down onto the couch downstairs when George scooped you back up and threw you over his shoulder. A few hits to his back were all you managed as to not wake up the entire Burrow. Your protests started once you were thrown back onto the bed. “You can’t just throw me around whenever you feel like it, George.” “You seemed to like it last night.” “Motherfucker, I will kill- ", you started, rising to your feet. Fred laid a hand on your chest, holding you from his brother. “Relax. No one’s killing anyone tonight.” He sat down on the edge of the bed, patting the spot beside him. “Let’s just try to get some sleep. We can figure shit out in the morning.” “I’m not sleeping in the same bed as the two of you. We all know how the last time went.” “Freddie’s going to be on his best behavior this time,” George teased, climbing under the thick covers.

You began to retort, but Fred held you back again. “Not tonight.” Heat flushed to your cheeks as the fire in your chest reduced to embers. You climbed past him to the middle of the bed, trying valiantly not to touch either twin. In the middle of the mattress, you laid straight as a board, as still as a stone. You would not so much as lean in one of their directions. Sleep evaded you. To pass the time, you counted each divot in the ceiling. You were well into the hundreds when Fred finally spoke. “Do you love him?” Your body remained still as stone. “Yes.” A while passed before he asked his next question. “Do you love me?” Only a second passed. “Yes.” Under the blankets, Fred’s hand found yours. “Then we’ll figure it out.”

George was trying his hardest to pretend to be asleep, but you could see through him. The rises and falls of his chest were too uneven. With your other hand, you found his. Tears pricked at your eyes. “I love you, George.” He didn’t say anything, the only indication he even heard you the slight tremor in his fingers. “George, please look at me. I love you.”

He groaned, a deep broken sound crawling from his soul. He turned on his side, hand still clutching yours. Your tears fell freely, Fred’s hand giving yours a reassuring squeeze. “I love you.”

“Fuck, I love you, too” he cried out. The mask was gone, leaving a broken, hurting George in its wake. “I hate how much I love you. I would die for you. Fucking hell, I would kill for you, love. I would snuff the life out of someone with one spell if they hurt you.”

You released yourselves from both of them and pushed yourself upright, facing both your soulmates. “I love you both. So much I think I’ll die if I’m without you. I’m yours - heart and soul.” You took Fred’s hand and placed it atop its matching mark on your face. He shuddered at the touch. George’s arm instinctively wrapped around you, holding you against him by his own mark. “My soul will forever be yours.”

You pulled Fred closer, kissing him hesitantly. After a moment, his hesitation faded and he kissed you hungrily, groaning at the touch. George peppered the back of your neck with kisses, holding you taught against his chest. Then, you turned to him, meeting your lips to his. Fred took your distraction to pull his shirt off, tugging on yours immediately after. George released you for a moment to help remove your shirt, then his. His lips were back on yours the moment they were off, relishing each soft moan he knew he caused.

Fred's hands wandered from your stomach to back, eventually unclipping your bra and throwing it across the room. You giggled, before turning your attention back to him. You pushed back into George's lap, who immediately held you firmly against him. Fred crawled to you, capturing your lips in his once more. You pulled at his jeans until he finally took pity and helped you take them the rest of the way off. He removed yours next and you shivered at the cold. You weren't cold for long before Fred pulled you against him, allowing George to remove his last articles of clothing. He was the first fully bare, and sprawled himself against the headboard, waiting for your attention to return to him.

It quickly did. Fred bit your earlobe before whispering into it. "Go over to him." You crawled over to him, straddling him. Only the thin fabric of your underwear separated him from you. The sound of Fred ripping off the last bit of his clothing filled the air before he sank back into the bed behind you. His hands canvassed your form, touching every inch of you.

Slowly, you began to rock against them.

George immediately grabbed onto your hips, grinding you further against him. His groans were low and filthy, making your chest flush from nerves and need. You needed them both. And you needed them right fucking now.

You pushed yourself off of George and stared into his eyes, before turning to Fred. "I want you to fuck me." "Which one of us, baby?" Fred asks, already breathing heavy. "Both of you. I need both of you." "Okay, princess. Come here. You can put your mouth on me and Freddie can take you from behind," George suggested, pulling you back towards him. "He's never felt your pussy, baby. And I think he needs to." You nod, kicking off your last piece of clothing. You settle between his thighs, keeping your legs spread and ass up for Fred. His hands are already on you, running from your back to the bottoms of your legs. "Good girl," George praises. "Take me when you're ready."

You take his tip first, swirling your tongue around the head. “Fuck,” he groaned, throwing his head back. “You’ve been holding out on me, princess.” You smiled up at him, which pulled an even deeper groan from his throat. You took him deeper within your mouth, focused entirely on pulling more moans from him. Right now, with him beneath you, he was entirely in your control. An entire string of curses fell from his lips when you finally quickened your pace. His fingers sunk into your hair, surely pulling it into knots.

"Doing so good, pretty girl," Fred praises you, fingers running up and down your back. "You're gonna take me, too, now." You shudder in anticipation, widening your eyes while staring into George's. He used his leg underneath you to kick open your legs more, making it easier for Fred to push into you. He gave you no warning, sinking into you with ease. You moan onto George's cock, pulling an identical moan from him. "That's it, baby," Fred purred, pulling your hips back against him. "Feel so fucking good." The push and pull of Fred behind you cause you to take George deeper and faster, quickly bringing him to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum in your mouth," George warns you. "And you're going to swallow it like a good girl, aren't you, princess?" You nod, fighting back the tears in your eyes from the pure pleasure. Fred presses a finger into your clit, forcing another moan out of you. "Shit, baby. I'm gonna cum" George warns again. "She's close, too," Fred adds. "Her pussy's fucking pushing me out." "Make her cum first," George orders, taking another fistful of hair. "Need to feel her moans." He pushes your legs apart once more, giving Fred a deeper angle into you. You grind your ass into him, allowing him to bottom out within you. The pressure on your clit deepens and you push into it, moans already spilling filthily from your mouth. "Fuck, that's it," George groans, fucking your face sloppily.

You push deeper onto Fred's hand the same moment he slams you into him, filling you completely. The pressure snaps, your orgasm overtaking you. Your vision blacks as pleasure rips through you. "Shit, she's coming," Fred groans, pace quickening within you. Your pussy squeezes around him, desperate to be filled by him. "Fuck," was the only warning George gave before shooting his cum to the back of your throat, fingers still locked in your hair. Your fingers dug into his thighs as you swallowed and licked the tip of his cock clean. "That's it, princess. I've got you," he praised, pulling you off of his cock and onto his chest. "Taking us so good. Just need to make Freddie cum now." "Shit, I'm close," Fred hissed through clenched teeth. "Flip her over. Need to see her when I cum." George obliged, easily flipping you onto your back. You leaned against him as he peppered kisses over your warmed skin. "Hey, pretty girl," Fred smiled, already sunk back into you. You smiled back at him, already too fucked out to form a coherent thought. "She's gonna cum again," he said, pulling you further against him.

George pushed your head over, opening up your neck to him. He kissed and sucked and bit exactly where you needed him, pulling a new string of need that Fred immediately fucked out. Your back arched against George, who pulled you right back to him. "You're not going anywhere. Gonna cum again."

Fred pulled his finger away from your clit, causing you to whine. "It's okay, you'll like this even better," he smiled wickedly before whispering a wandless charm. When he pressed his finger back to your clit, it was vibrating faintly. "Holy shit," you gasped, pushing harder into him. Your pleasure was building again, and you needed him. Needed both of them. "Touch me," you begged George, looking deeply into his eyes. "Where?" he asked, eyes softening. "Everywhere," you begged, pulling him into a kiss. He obliged, positioning himself over your body. His left hand cradled your head while the other ran trails up and down the rest of you. "Good girl," Fred praised, pushing deeper into you. "Cum for me, baby."

The band of tension in your core snapped, every nerve in your body feeling its electricity. You tried to curl up within yourself, but both your soulmates held you firm. "Fuck, shit, fuck," Fred cursed, your orgasm drawing out his own. He pulled his hand away, removing the charm before pulling you against him. For a while, you sat like that, wedged tightly between both of them, with Fred still inside you. For the first time in your life, you felt whole. You'd thought you felt whole with each of them, but it was nothing like this. This was what everyone meant when they said it was just different with your soulmate. You could've spent the rest of eternity trapped within their embrace.

When Fred finally pulled out of you and the three of you fell against the mattress, they still refused to let you go. You fell asleep in the arms of them both - sated and so fucking happy.

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(A/N: I had planned for this to be the last part, but now I need to write the rest of the family meeting the twins' soulmate. So stay tuned for part 7, hehe)

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I CANT GO BSCK I CANT GO BACK

I say as i rock back and forth in my destroyed room.

Desperately trying to find a new hyperfixation before the maggots in the back of my head chanting “Riverdale” infiltrate my mind

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Yours. Mine. Ours. series masterlist

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12

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Master List

This will be consciously updated so check back periodically. Enjoy!

A:

Átahsaiais

Angels

Angel Boyfriend

B

Beast (Beauty and the Beast)

Big Foot

Big Foot Camping

C:

Centaur

Virgin Centaur

Centaur Ranch MtF WLW

Centaur Handjob

Crow Girlfriend

D:

Dragons

Dragon Girlfriend WLW: Part One, Part Two

Dragon Girlfriend Gold Strap WLW

My Brother's Hot Friend (now exclusively on Patreon): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

Dragon Guard

Dragon Queen MtF

Dragon Lover Nonbinary

Dwarves

Dwarf Boyfriend

Dwarf Lover

More Dwarf Boyfriend

Demons

Demon Church

Dullahans

Dullahan Boyfriend

Deathclaw

E:

Elves

Elves (Christmas)

Enchanted Armor: Part One, Part Two

F:

Fey

Fey Wife MtF

Fog Monster

G:

General Monsters

Short Monsters

Ancient Spirit

God Lover

God Husband MLM (Disabled Reader): Part One, Part Two, Short

Gorilla-Like/Missing Link Lover

Giants

Hiking Adventure (FtM Reader)

H:

House

I:

Icarus x Apollo: Part One, Short, Part Two

J

K

L:

Loveland Frog

M:

Merpeople

Siren Boyfriend

Octopus Merman

Mishipeshu: Part One

Minotaurs:

Minotaur Husband: Part One, Part Two

Minotaur Neighbor FtM

Nobleman Minotaur: Part One, Part Two, Part Three

Commission: Healer in the Dungeon Male Reader): Part One, Part Two (contains additional Monsters)

N:

Nagas

Naga Husband

Naga Girlfriend

Naga Husband (FtM Reader)

Naga Wife

Nymphs

River Nymph

O:

Orcs

Orc Husband FtM

Orc Mate WLW

Orc X Saytr MLM (third person)

Orc Mate MtF

Oracle Girlfriend

P:

Piasa Bird: Part One, Part Two, Short

Q

R:

Raven Mocker

Robots

Andrew Android

S:

Slime

Straggle

Shapeshifter

T:

Tentacles:

Tentacle House

Pet Tentacle

Two or More Monsters

Vampire and Werewolf Boyfriend (Plus Size Reader)

Vampire and Dragon Girlfriends WLW

Thunderbirds

Thunderbird Lover (on hiatus): Part One

Thunderbird Partner

U

V:

Vampires

Vampire Boyfriend

Vampire Boyfriend FtM

Vampire Boyfriend (Werewolf Girlfriend Reader)

Vampire Boyfriend (Anemic Reader)

W:

Werewolves

Werewolf Girlfriend MtF WLW

Werewolf Boyfriend FtM (MtF Reader)

Werewolf vs Human Boyfriend

Winter Wolf

Bestie's Werewolf Brother (Liwanu): Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Bestie's Werewolf Brother Alt (Ahiga): Part One, Part Two

Witches

Witch Girlfriend

Your Witch

Werehyena (Male Reader)

Writing Tips

Top Ten

Filler and Self Publishing

X

Y:

Yeti

Z

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religion

pairings: goddess!reader x Luke castellan

synopsis: luke castellan hated the gods. They bestowed themselves above others and no other hatred could compare to Luke's for the gods and godesses. So when a goddess reaches out to him, sent by Zeus himself in order to restrain luke, why does he only find himself making you his religion?

PART I

PART II

PART III

I have no idea how long this series will go on for but for now I have done three parts and as I write I'll add another part.

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE TELL ME NO ONE HAS DONE THIS

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want NO NEED someone like simon to love me.

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bulk

capt. john price

cw: smut/pwp, rugby au, rugby player!price, age gap (20s/40s), size difference/kink, rough sex, doggy style, headlock (slight choking), dirty talk & degrading language, breeding kink, is this ticking off boxes for anyone?

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john price was a big man. almost ten years playing professional rugby for the english team, he had bulked up since his early years on the team.  thick muscle and a nice softness over top. he was strong, able to carry all the groceries inside of your shared flat and also get his hulking frame across the field with ball in hand. he was also hairy, patches of hair across his chest down to his belly, didn't mention all the pubic hair between his legs. it obscured a lot of his tattoos that he had gotten over the years, like your name over his heart and his jersey number at his thigh (you knew you'd get too hot if you thought about his thighs too much).  you once told him, with your tongue loose with alcohol that it was the ideal male body. that these ‘dehydrated poor excuses of men’ needed to drink water and eat some carbs. 

price was a man's man. you knew the first time you fucked him, that you'd never ever fuck with those limp dicked boys at your university. you got addicted to the feeling of a real man, one who know exactly how to make your eyes roll back and your tongue hang out, panting heavily like a good bitch you were.

post-game price was your favourite shade of john price. you could feel his electricity while in the passenger seat of the car after the match. when he pulled out of the parking lot, he placed his large hand on your thigh. he played with the edge of your skirt and kept his eyes on the road. you could tell that the wheels in his head were turning. 

  “honey?”

  “been thinkin', love.” he said as his fingers edged up your skirt a little more. like he was a teen boy rather than a forty year old man. he was teasing you, knowing that there would be no way you could both fuck in the back of his car. even it was an expensive vehicle, it would be a tight fit for such a large man and his smaller wife. 

you looked at him and said, “never a good thing for a man to think.” you giggled then yelped when he gripped your thigh suddenly. 

he chuckled a little as he continued to drive, “thinkin' about makin' a baby.” he licked his top lip, “i ain't gettin' any younger, love. and you're almost done school, so i think it's high time we start makin' a family.” his words were honey in your brain. it made you squirm. your much bigger, much older husband was asking for you to make a baby with him. 

  “someone's got baby fever.” you giggled as you placed your hand over his. the air of the car grew warmer, which made price open the window a little.  you squeaked a little bit when he gripped you harder. you felt your heart rate pick up at the feeling of his large hands on you.

he chuckled a little, as he looked at you briefly while at a stop light. he leaned in to kiss you, “of course. part of me's been thinkin' about you walking across the stage at your graduation with my little brat in your belly.” then looked back to start driving again. 

you rubbed your thighs together and felt wet at your core. you couldn't deny your husband, plus you had been subject to baby fever as well. maybe it was your body screaming for your lover. to have a part of him in you. and it wasn't like you two were being the most safe, so accidents could've happened. once back at your flat, you weren't in your clothes for long. 

price had practically ripped your skirt off of you and those large paws he called hands were groping at your plush ass with his lips on your neck.  you could feel his hard cock inside of his white briefs. the pre cum leaked through the fabric as he humped against you. he said in a heated tone, “i need it. i need her.” while made you moan then try to get your bra and panties off. you felt the heat rising in your skin, it was painfully hot for you. it excited you in ways that left you feeling hot all over. 

  “how badly, honey?”

he pulled you right up against him, his clothed cock digging into your abdomen, “more than anythin'. i need ‘er.  i need ’er stuff full. want it to smell like me for months. and if it doesn't, i'll just fill 'er up again.” he slapped your ass and watched you moan with your back arched. he groped the cheek one last time before he took his naked wife to the bedroom. 

his clothes were tossed to the side too, the t-shirt from the rugby league and basketball shorts. once everything was off, you admired your lover for a long moment. seeing all the heft and hair on him. his body that was so strong that he could easily crush you in his bicep or between his thighs. it made your core throb as you got into bed. 

  “nah, nah.” price said as he got onto the bed and grabbed your hips, “i need a deeper angle, somethin' to really show her i love you.” then patted your pussy before he gripped onto your hips once more and turned you onto your stomach. he then angled your hips up then dragged a finger across your achy slit. he chuckled, “there she is.” then leaned in to give your slick cunt a little blow, watching your hole flutter.

  “mmm please, honey.” you arched your back as you felt your husband so close to you. your hulking husband who only hours earlier was running across the field, fighting his way through the other team. his strong legs carried him and you were sitting in the stands with your thighs pressed together with need. 

price replied, “i know, i know. i know you need me” he rubbed his achy cock up against your slit, “always so good for me. knew for the moment i met ya that i wanted ya for the rest of my days.” there was an age gap between you two, but in all fairness, it turned you on even more. knowing that this handsome older man wanted to make sure that his cock was buried in you. 

when he pressed into you, your back arched. you gasped heavily into the covers as he lifted your hips further to get a better angle to sink into you. he laid over top of you, his fuzzy body up against your back. he pressed his weight onto you and kept that heavy cock of his snug inside of you. you groaned loudly, muffled by the pillows under your head. 

  “honey.” you whined as you felt the ache of his cock so deep in you. 

he got one of his hefty arms around your throat, keeping you further pinned against the bed. it wasn't hard enough to choke the lights out of ou. but enough to have pressure that made your head swim. it all felt so good and just just started. your voice was strained when price started to rut against you. his pace wasn't fast like a young stallion, but they were hard. every thrust of his hips were lazily slow but hit the back of your pussy perfectly. his cock had a thickness to it, you had carried rolls of ground beef that weighed less than his cock. not to mention the forest of pubic hair anf his breeder balls. he was a perfect man, body and all. he  took you so well. 

  “she likes me.” he said, “your pretty cunt. i bet you were thinkin' about me on the field. all dirty and roughed up, yeah. bet you wished i fucked ya right in the locker room. let the boys hear how i make my girl feel. bruise that poor pussy of yours.” he said, words hot in your heat. it made sweat settle over you.

you whimpered a little against the covers, “please, john. ah!”

he continued to fuck you, his pace was aggressive and it made you see stars. his arm was still around your throat and you could feel your pulse in your jaw. he left messy kisses on your face, leaving your cheek wet. you whimpered and clenched around his cock which only made him fuck you harder. you were such a good little wife for him. being so good to your man while he wrecked your sweet little hole. 

  "honey! please! you whimpered as you arched your back, but didn't get far due to the impressive size of your lover. you felt pinned under him, his strength. you gasped out another noise as the blunt head of his cock kept bullying your sweet insides. letting it make a huge mess of you, his cock was soaked in your wetness. it dripped down his hairy balls. he loved making his girl feel good. 

he continued to kiss your face, not quite getting your lips. his facial hair brushed against your heated skin and made you over sensitive. his mouth kept running as he kept moving. he felt hot all over, like a heat in his gut as he battered your sweet insides, “my perfect woman.  know how to take me so well. meant to take me. givin' me the privilege to make you a mama. ya like that? showin' up to uni with a little extra next semester. my dutiful little wife. keepin' up her studies while she nursing my babe.” he chuckled as he continued to keep that pussy of yours nice and filled. 

you gasped and moaned into the covers. you could be as loud as you wanted, you were in the safety of your bedroom as price rutted against you. your body was sweaty and your head was swimming. it was so painfully erotic, you felt hot all over. your heart thumped in your chest with a heavy beat as price kept moving against you. 

  “you're lucky you have the ring already. if your classmates saw you with a nice round middle, they might have gotten the wrong idea about you. that you're a dirty slag who can't keep her legs closed.” he chuckled as he licked down the sweat on the side of your neck, “dirty bird. but it's alright, we're married. you're my wife. mrs. jonathan price. about time you got a little one in your belly.” he pressed further into you and it made your head spin. his cock felt like it was pressing into your stomach. 

  “i love you.” you panted.

he finally kissed your lips, or at least the corner as he tightened his hold around your throat, “i love ya too, sweet thing. lettin' my cock bully your sweet insides. made for me, all of me. don't worry, be keepin' that womb warm for a long time. hope ya like 'em big, price boys can be a handful.” he laughed as he kissed the back of your neck. 

he was fully crowded in your space as he worked your sweet pussy. you barely had time to think before you felt the flash of orgasm through your body. it was like being engulfed in a quick heat while your body tensed up and your mind went blank. your pussy drooling on his cock, beckoning him to finish inside of you. 

a good husband always finishes in his wife. 

with a few more heavy thrusts against your limp body price finished inside of you. he pushed his cock all the way inside of you and made sure that your hips were at an angle that made it easier for you to get pregnant. he clutched onto you as he slowed down to a stop. your eyes rolled back a little as he pulled out. the loss of pressure made you whine. you weren't able to form any proper thoughts, your tongue felt heavy in your mouth as your husband rolled you onto your back and kissed you deeply on the lips. 

no need to think, mrs. price. let your rugby playing husband do all the decision making. <3

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"stress" by yoan capote - made of bronze and concrete

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Brooklyn Nine Nine (2013-2021) Halloveen (S05E04)

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