Anakin crying, like in what situations would he cry in cuz he’s a pathetic man fr like when you overstim him or deny him? Are rude to him? We know he canonically has a praise kink and becomes emo as hell when he gets reprimanded soooo… do what you will with that info. like he could be bratty and reader gets annoyed with him and punishes him LMAO but this time there’s no gentle lovey dovey stuff just straight up treating him like a toy. Idk I feel like he’d cry cuz he gets his feelings hurt
Some other ideas cuz I don’t see them often:
Sub ani cnc territory, somnophilia, using his tears to get what he wants, what nicknames he loves, subby top ani, using the force on him to hold him down, sub ani being just a possessive little freak. That’s it so far. Oh and ofc he has a mommy kink it’s Anakin Skywalker we’re talking about
Okay okay I’m so sorry this took me a little bit holy moly. But these ideas? Phenomenal. I’m kissing your forehead rn. I did a bit of a combination of all this bc it was way too good to pass up. I need this man omfg
Warnings: female reader || mommy kink || bratty sub ani || somnophilia || cnc || overstimulation || oral f receiving || unprotected sex
Anakin starts bratty, of course. Rolling his hips against your thigh, muttering that you never give him what he wants when he wants it. The hard press of him was undeniable. He sniffles pathetically, “Please mommy. I’ve been so good for you today.”
When you finally give in, you don't give him control, you push him flat on the bed, hold down his wrists, and climb over him. At first he smirks like he's winning. But then you climb past his lap and up his body, his eyes widening a little as your cunt hovers over his face. “Mommy?”
“Show me how good you are, baby, yeah?” You breathe out, shuddering slightly as his nose nudges your clit. His tongue darts out, dragging through your folds. He groans at the taste and how wet his begging had gotten you. You moan softly as you ease down more and he eagerly laps at you.
You ride his face instead of his cock. Grinding down until he's choking on it. He cries through it, tears and spit soaking him, and you don't let him stop even when he claws weakly at the sheets. “Shh shh. Make mommy feel good.”
He lets out a mix between a moan and whine, wanting to please you despite the way his cock aches for some sort of relief.
When you're done, you roll away without a word. He looks destroyed, red eyes, wet mouth, tears dripping down to his jaw. The ache in his chest is worse than the ache between his legs. “P-please..mommy..I need to be in you. I was good right? That felt good? I did good? Please.”
You pretend to spend a moment in deep consideration before moving back down him, easing his underwear down enough so his cock springs out. You line his drooling tip up with your cunt, moving down onto him slowly. His head falls back onto the pillow, a loud broken groan falling from his lips. Finally. But then you ride him slow, achingly slow, ignoring his whines. His smirk falls. His hands grab at your hips, cheeks flushing, "Mommy, faster, please, don't tease-"
You don't answer aside from smacking his hands away, earning a pathetic whine. You just keep him on the edge, pulling off whenever his thighs start trembling.
That's when the real, big tears come, the edging breaking him down. He tries to bite them back, but they spill anyway, hot and wet. "I'll be good, I swear, just let me-..please, please, please-..”
You only chuckle, stroke his hair. “Not yet, pet.” His head falls back, a sharp sob leaving him because you won't say good boy. Not yet.
When he bucks too hard, trying to take what he wants, you pull off completely. Cold. Detached. His cock slaps against his stomach, dripping and twitching, and you ignore it. The sharp reprimand cuts deeper than any physical punishment. "Pathetic. Can't even follow the simplest command."
His cries get bigger. Shoulders shaking, chest heaving. He begs through tears, but you just sit back and watch him squirm. His frustration peaking.
You let him flip you for a moment, let him pound into you like he's won something. He moans like he's finally in charge until you grip his hair, drag him down, and snarl "Slower." His thrusts falter instantly. Tears spill again, frustration mingling with desperate obedience. He's not the one in control, and he can't stand how much it turns him on.
When he falters again, you flip him onto his back once again and settle roughly back onto his cock. You ride him hard, hands braced on his chest, using him like a toy while he claws at the sheets. He's crying the whole time, gasping, "too much, fuck…too much, Mommy, I can't-…please no more.." but his hips buck desperately under you anyway.
He's crying even harder now, tears soaking the pillow, torn between shame and need.
You lean down, whispering "Mommy's good boy", into his ear. He shatters. Loud sobs, babbling apologies, desperate promises. He comes undone the second you murmur "good boy" at last, his whole body shaking, tears streaking his flushed cheeks as he spills hard up inside you.
But you don't slow. You ride him through overstimulation, every aftershock pulling fresh cries out of him, until he's writhing and incoherent. He begs you to stop, clinging to you, sobbing into your neck. "Mommy, please..no more. I-I can’t.”
You pin him right back down and take more anyway. The tears are hot and heavy now, his body betraying him, loving it even as he begs. You whisper in his ear, low, "You don't get to tell me no."
All he can do is whine pathetically, the overstimulation making him see stars.
Once you’re satisfied and he’s nothing but a blubbering mess, you pull off of him with a lewd wet sound, his cock twitching and the tip an angry red, glistening with your combined fluids. He's wrecked. Still shaking, still weeping, and he clings to you like he'll die if you move an inch. His voice is broken, pleading, "Don't let anyone else touch you. Promise me, Mommy. Promise I'm yours." He's crying again, not from pain this time, but from raw fear of losing you. “Don’t leave me. I-I’ll do anything.”
“Never baby. I’m never leaving you. I promise.” You brush a stray curl from his sweaty forehead tenderly before pressing a soft kiss there. He hums contently at your reassurance.
Anakin curls up into you, needing to be held as the aftershocks still move through his body as he’s being pulled to sleep.
Later, when he’s fully passed out from exhaustion and you’re still awake, feeling that need again, you slide back onto him. His body wakes before his brain does, and he whines in his sleep, tears slipping as if his body knows how helpless he is.
By the time his eyes flutter open, he's already crying, overwhelmed by the shock of it, so desperately relieved you wanted him even while he slept. He whines, hands finding your hips just to ground himself, not guide you.
“There he is. That’s my good boy.”
He moans pathetically. His dick was still raw but the praise makes him unable to beg for you to stop so he lets you continue to take what you want, relishing in the feel of your pussy walls and how they squeeze his cock perfectly. He knows he won’t get much rest tonight but god was he thankful.
gulp idk if you write noncon but could we get another one with step dad price?? (totally get if you don't write noncon btw<3 just step dad price is okay then)
Helllllyeeaaahhahhh. Two other people asked for step dad price so.... 😃
Pt1
You had been excellently good, hadn't gone out for two whole weekends in a row after... the lesson you had learnt.
Price was proud. Really much so. Though when your mother went to a short term work trip on the other side of the country, you thought you should let loose, well yeah. You were an adult, but that didn't stop your mother from scolding you for being out late.
So the obviously response is to go out with your friends, just some random shitty bar.
By the time you had stumbled back home you were absolutely shitfaced, of course Price was sitting on that damn couch. And you immediately straightened up.
With only a couple steps he was already almost against you. "G'd evnin." You said, trying to seem sober.
Terribly failing in the process.
"Do you remember what I told you last time?" He asked, his breath against your ear.
Of course you did. You had thought of that the whole time at the bar. But there was no way in hell he'd stoop so low and do something to you when you're drunk, right.
Right?
Right...?
You were soon proved to be wrong when you were shoved onto the couch. "Daddy's gonna teach you a proper lesson... since the first time obviously didn't work."
You were almost certainly sure that your pants were dripping wet already. And that was exactly the case. Or so you guessed when you heard him grumble.
"Such a damn whore, bet you were planning to get fucked." He hummed as he pushed your panties fully down.
You weakly whimpered in response.
Soon. He took off his belt. His cock already leaking pre, without further prep he pushed it into your awaiting hole. His hand tightly on his hips. Definitely gonna leave bruises.
The pain mingled in the, very very thick concentration of alcohol in your blood. And soon enough you passed out.
By the time you woke up you were covered in prices semen, and maybe even saliva. Meanwhile he was calmly reading some newspaper.
"Need some medicine for the headache?" He hummed. Almost worriedly. Like he hadn't fucked you boneless.
A/N: This fic is dark and is very much noncon (bordering on cnc), so if that makes you uncomfortable DO NOT READ. Also thanks to Amanda ( @draconisxcaput) for helping me through this as my own personal cheerleader 💗
Pairings: Mafia! Poly!Marauders x fem!reader
Words: 5.7k
Summary: Everyone knows not to fuck with the Marauders, so when your father does just that, they decide to pay him a visit; instead of finding him, they find you sleeping abandoned in your fathers house. Sometimes improvisation is necessary.
Warnings: NSFW 16+, NONCON/DUBCON, kidnapping, oral (m and f receiving), degradation, daddykink (only used once), cum mention, overstimulation, slapping, spit play, choking, gagging, crying, aftercare. As always lmk if I missed anything.
Another cold gust hit you on the chest, the AC on full blast, chilling you to the bone and pulling another shiver through your body. The warmth of the man you were sitting on did absolutely nothing to keep you warm - being pulled out of your bed, blindfolded and shoved inside a car in nothing but your sleep shirt probably didn’t do much to help you.
“Moony, turn down the AC, will ya’?… the fucking thing’s shaking like a leaf on me,” the man you were sitting on murmured, his voice gruff, breath smelling faintly of cigarettes and something citrusy.
The tears wetted the blindfold, some of them successfully dripping down your face, warming you the tiniest amount. The taste of salt leaked into your open mouth as ragged panicked breaths fought their way out of you.
“Please, I promise I won’t tell anyone… I never even saw you properly… I just wanna go home, please,” you stuttered through a sob, chin quivering between each word.
“Thought we told you to keep your mouth shut,” the man you assumed was the one they called Moony spoke at you through gritted teeth.
A sigh was heard from the front passenger seat, the otherwise silent man finally opening his mouth to say, “Pads, do something about it.”
Pads let out a low grunt of acknowledgement, surprising you when a pair of icy fingers entered the warm carven of your mouth in one swift motion.
You gagged lightly as his fingers pressed down on your tongue near the back of your throat - if tears weren’t already leaking from your eyes, they would have welled from his assault.
“So fucking dramatic, ain’t ya?” he scoffed, moving his fingers from the spot, yet keeping them firmly on your tongue.
You gargled around his fingers, whimpering a muffled, “no.”
In one quick motion, he had removed his fingers from your mouth only to use that hand to deliver a quick but stinging slap to your cheek. He had your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks in his grip and forcing out a deep pout.
“You should be grateful that we’re letting a whore like you ride anywhere but the fucking boot,” Pads growled, “not only that but also getting my fingers to stop all your fucking whining…- so shut the fuck up and take what I give you… you’re only making it worse for yourself.”
The tears came in waterfalls as he slipped his fingers back in. You tried your best to hold back the small gag as they pushed down on your tongue yet again.
You didn’t quite know what to do, so you sat in silence as they drove you to an unknown place, tears silently leaking through the blindfold. It did surprise you when cold no longer blasted, and now the shaking of your body was from fear and fear alone.
The AC was off.
.
This was not the way they had planned the night to go - far from it, actually.
But, desperate times call for desperate measures and sometimes improvisation is necessary.
Everyone knew not to fuck with the Marauders - it was common knowledge around these parts- because no one wants to be in the bad books of the most notorious gang in the whole of London. And yet your father, foolish man he was, did just that - fucked with the Marauders.
Of course, they didn’t appreciate your father snooping around in their business and, as punishment, found it only acceptable to pay him a visit.
… Unfortunately, the lucky bastard had heard the news of the planned attack and fled the city.
So, arriving at a presumably empty house set a roaring fire loose in all three men. They angrily combed through the house, looking for anything of value or anything that could point them to where your father had run off to.
They didn’t find anything of the sort… what they did find was your peaceful sleeping figure, abandoned in the house - very much unbeknownst to you.
All they had to do was share a look, and a nod before Sirius had your limbs tied and your eyes blindfolded, startling you awake and setting your mind into an instant state of panic.
Your body was tossed over Remus’ shoulder as if you weighed nothing at all; not even your squirming and screaming made him falter as he carried you out into the cold of the night.
.
“‘S not every day we find a perfect little slut all ready for us,” the voice you now recognised as Pads spoke in amusement.
Your knees shivered upon the scratchy carpet, your sobs and hiccups echoing throughout what you presumed was a large room.
“Please, I didn’t even see your faces… I’ll keep my mouth shut, I swear!” you tried again, your shaky hands fumbling in your lap.
As soon as the words left your mouth, the floor creaked, and the blindfold was ripped from your eyes; you had to blink a couple of times to adjust to the light of the room and blink away the cloudiness of tears. Before you stood three tall, brooding figures, all intimidatingly looking down at you like predators finally catching up to their prey. The tallest of the three, face heavily decorated with scars, crouched down and took your face in his hand, squeezing your cheeks uncomfortably in his grasp.
“Well, now you have, haven’t you, doll?” he smiled sadistically, looking down at your swollen lips in their forced pout.
“-do you know who we are?”
You looked at them, between them, but you were sure you’d never seen them before in your life; you were sure you would’ve remembered; they weren’t exactly men you would forget.
You shook your head as best as you could in his grip, eyes growing wide as his sadistic smirk found its way onto the two other men's faces.
“Your father really kept you in the dark, huh?” he laughed, letting go of your cheeks to give it a pat before standing.
You couldn’t keep the shock off of your face as he spoke his following words.
“I’m Remus; this is Sirius and James,” he pointed to each of the smirking men.
“Lovely to make your acquaintance, dolly,” Sirius chuckled darkly. You could easily match the voice to the man who had his fingers down your throat during the car ride.
It was strange how they abandoned the aliases, but realisation struck only a moment later - they wouldn’t be needing them because they were going to make sure you could never tell. The newfound knowledge only caused you to tremble harder, your breathing growing so panicked the airflow almost couldn’t make it through.
It was the bespectacled man’s turn to crouch down in front of you, taking your face in his large veiny hands, his face cold and neutral, “what’s with the tears now, sweet thing?”
The tears flowed down the apples of your cheeks; your whole face a blubbering wet mess. You reached your bound hands up, gripping James’ wrist.
“I.. I- don’t.. I,” you tried stammering out through ragged breaths, but the tears and hiccups kept catching in your throat and interrupting you.
“I’m guessing you’re aware of the type of business your father is in, yeah?” James questioned with a raised brow, his thumb wiping the tears from your cheeks even as they kept coming.
You nodded, very much aware. You knew it was his fault you were in this situation, and the crushing feeling you felt in your gut couldn’t be described as anything but loathing. You fucking hated his guts. He left you to fend for yourself because his business and money were more important; nothing mattered more to him than that.
Your shaky hands were cold against James’ skin, freezing to the bone from fear, he supposed.
“We won’t hurt you,” James started, but a mischievous smirk quickly replaced his neutral facade, “we’re just gonna have a little fun…- aren’t we, lads?”
A collective agreeing hum echoed through the room; you felt small under their gaze, and the small glimmer of hope you had had was just as quickly washed away by James’ words and the look in his eyes.
A gasp left your parted lips as James’ hand slipped from your cheek down around your throat, giving it a notable squeeze. Your eyes widened, and your grip on his wrist tightened, nails digging into his crisp white dress shirt.
“No,” you whimpered as a cold shiver ran up your spine.
“I expect you to keep those hands in control, or we won’t be as nice,” James warned, ignoring your protesting whimper, choosing instead to untie your wrists.
Remus and Sirius stepped closer, surrounding you with their large, broad bodies. Remus hooked his hands under your arms to lift you onto your trembling legs; you thrashed a little in his grip, but just as quickly as you’d done it, you were pulled against him, your back meeting his solid chest and a large hand squeezing your throat. Your gaze was forced up, looking up at him awkwardly, seeing the angry sneer that decorated his scarily scared face.
“Behave,” he growled darkly.
Your gaze shifted to the man in front of you when ring decorated hands slipped under your sleep shirt, cupping your breasts in a bruising grip.
“No use in fighting, little thing,” Sirius smirked, his hands switching between kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples until he found them peaked enough for his satisfaction.
You could only stare and shake your head with a pout. The feeling of Sirius’ hands on you stunned you into silence, even more so when the same hands quit their assault on your breasts, only to move down and lift your shirt, exposing you to their hungry gazes.
Your hands instinctively flew up to cover yourself, trying to hold onto an ounce of dignity, but Remus’ hands were quick to catch your wrists.
He gathered them in one large scarred hand, placing the other one back on your throat to keep you in place.
“Please, don’t,” you cried again, trying to plead even though you knew it was fruitless.
This time they didn’t answer or say anything. Sirius and James just observed and took in your almost completely exposed figure with smirks on their lips. Sirius’ tongue even slipped over his lips, licking as he slowly kneeled in front of you.
They let you cry silently, shaking as your panties were slipped from their place and down your legs, Sirius’ touch leaving a trail of goosebumps that spread over your arms and stomach as well.
“Would you look at that,” Sirius grinned sadistically, “such a pretty fucking pussy.”
He used two of his cold ring clad fingers to spread your lips to get a good look. His other hand had a tight grip on your thigh, spreading your legs back open after you tried closing them in protest. Your body instinctively jumped at the touch, and a startled gasp and whimper left your lips - you wanted to keep begging for them to stop, but you knew it wouldn’t do you any good, so instead, your eyes shut tightly, and you tried to imagine yourself anywhere but there.
Your eyes fluttered, struggling to keep shut as your legs were thrown over Sirius’ shoulders and his warm breath fanned over your cunt, an ever-present tingle spreading through your abdomen, despite your current frightened state.
“Open those eyes, doll… don’t you want this?” Remus whispered, his long arms holding you up against him.
You shook your head, “no,” but as soon as the word left your lips, your eyes sprung open from the stinging slap Sirius landed right on your cunt.
“It wasn’t a suggestion, you dumb little thing; open those eyes and look at me,” Sirius snarled.
He gave you a smirk and a teasing wink before his tongue darted out to flick over your clit, making you jolt in their grip. Sirius groaned, clearly losing the last restraints he had left and attached his mouth fully to your sensitive bundle of nerves, his hands gripping your bum so hard there would surely be bruises there as a reminder.
You whimpered out yet another ‘no please’, but they fell on deaf ears. You bit your lip to keep in the sounds Sirius’ skilled tongue was trying to bring out of you, instead focusing on the light stream of tears that still leaked out of your bloodshot eyes.
“Fuck,” Sirius grunted, voice muffled as his tongue started an all-around feast of your cunt.
Your arms wriggled in Remus’ grasp, but he didn’t budge, not ever faltering his hold on you - keeping you still and pliant for Sirius to devour. You squirmed and twitched as you felt one of Sirius’ fingers circle your entrance; a bashful blush grew on your cheeks and warmed you all the way down your chest.
“If you’re not enjoying this, then why are you so fucking wet, huh?” Sirius smirked before inserting a finger into you, “fucking needy slut, you are.”
A gasp left your parted lips, and you looked around the room, trying to find any way out of this. Instead of finding anything helpful, your eyes met James’, who was standing right behind Sirius’ knelt figure, staring at you with amusement and lust; he wasn’t doing anything but staring at you with his arms crossed, looking intimidating and frightening all at once.
You whimpered again and pouted, only for James to cock his head mockingly with a pout, mimicking your expression. It was like a small game to him - pretending to gasp as you did when Sirius added two more fingers to join the first and sucked on your clit, like his life depended on it - it was all rather amusing to him, watching you.
“Does it feel good, sweetheart?” James asked with mock sweetness after your breathing slowly began to pick up. Your teeth were digging into your lip so hard you could taste the iron crimson bleeding onto your tongue.
You shook your head, flexing your hands in Remus’ grasp, causing him to chuckle darkly, the vibrations rumbling against your back.
James smirked, moving from behind Sirius to be right next to you. Your eyes followed his every move until his hand had your face in a firm grip.
“No?” he asked, an almost evil glimmer in his eyes as he leaned in so close to your face you could smell his cologne, “I don’t believe you.”
James pulled your lip from between your teeth, forcing your mouth open. With no way to hold back, a long high pitched moan escaped your bloodstained lips.
“There it is,” James breathed, satisfied by your no longer concealable noises.
James tilted your face up, forcing you to look up at a smirking Remus, his large hand squeezing your wrists. Your mouth was left agape as you stared up at the smug-looking man, your eyes filled with tears as your legs started to shake lightly around Sirius’ head; you could feel him smirking against your cunt, his fingers moved faster and curled inside you, working you closer to the edge.
“Come on, grind that little cunt of yours on Pads’ face, doll,” Remus said quietly, but with that same smugness, each of them seemed to have about them.
You couldn’t quite react, still breathing hard along with breathy whimpers. When you didn’t react, Remus raised an expectant brow, leaving no room for a fight - so you did as you were told.
You moved your hips slowly at first, breath hitching at the more vigorous friction against your core.
“That’s it… look at you, taking it like the slut we know you are,” Remus smirked, chuckling at your whimpering moan.
“No,” you whined again, feeling yourself grow weaker as the edge grew nearer, making your release inevitable.
“Don’t fight it; I can feel you squeezing my fingers…- cum on my face, dumb little slut,” Sirius murmured against your cunt, prodding at that sweet spot inside of you, grinning as he found it.
You shook your head but moans spilt from your lips, and your body stiffened and shook; with one last pump of his fingers and swipe of his tongue against your clit, you came around his fingers, pulsing strongly against them.
Tears rolled down your face as your eyes fluttered, and as you came down from your high, realisation was striking you.
You stayed silent, staring into space for a moment, already feeling your body go numb as it went more pliable in the hands of the three men. It almost felt easier to give in, perhaps enjoyable to just let it happen - no point in fighting an un-winnable situation.
Sirius’ fingers slipped from you, and your feet were planted on the ground once again, upper body still held in place by Remus’ arms. You weren’t even registering the quiet muttering around you, the three of them planning in front of you - planning what to do with you.
As you slowly came back to, James had removed his shirt, upper body lean and flexed, his cock straining in his dress slacks. Sirius’ shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his tattooed torso, his eyes looking straight into yours, making sure to give you a show of him licking your arousal off of his fingers.
Remus’ warm breath hit your ear, making goosebumps form on your entire body.
“On your knees, pet.”
For the first time that night, you gave a small, barely noticeable nod before slowly falling to your knees.
If they were shocked, they didn’t show it; instead, they looked pleased. James stepped closer to you, toying with his belt, but left it as it was.
“Good job, sweet girl, finally doing what you’re told,” he grinned, hooking a finger under your chin to lift it, “now… you’re gonna open my belt, pull out my cock and be a good little slut and let me fuck that throat.”
Your arms worked on their own accord, lifting and working on his black leather belt, opening everything for you to fish out his throbbing cock, clearly starving for just a sliver of attention.
The sound of shuffling caught your attention; you watched as both Sirius and Remus got comfortable on the brown leather couch, watching everything happen; even sitting, they looked powerful and unbothered. Remus caught your stare and smirked. Leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees, he took his chin as if studying something important right in front of him.
“Go on, make Prongs feel good.”
With another small nod, you grabbed hold of the base of James’ cock, feeling it twitch in your hand. You opened your mouth, leaving James to freely thrust into your mouth, making you gag slightly at the surprisingly quick motion.
James groaned loudly, cock twitching in your mouth as soon as it made contact with the back of your throat. He started out with quick thrusts, giving you no prep time as he forcefully fucked your mouth.
He switched between fucking your mouth with a quick pace to keeping his cock deeply buried in your throat, your gags music to all of their ears.
Tears streamed down your face again as you gagged around his cock; it was getting hard to draw breaths through your nose when his cock was shoved so far down your throat it was creating a bulge. You looked up at him, seeing only the blissed-out expression decorating his face and deep moans escaping his lips. You didn’t know how much longer you could go without a proper breath; therefore, scared of passing out, you tapped three times on James’ trouser covered thigh.
Somehow, he knew what that meant and pulled out of your mouth within a second. You coughed lightly and closed your eyes, drawing in deep breaths, trying to regulate your breathing.
James watched you, searching your face slowly as you coughed. He bent down just to cup one side of your face, looking over again. Your eyes opened, and you stared up at him as you opened your mouth again on your own accord, inviting him back in. James raised both brows in question along with a questioning nod of his head, waiting for you to give him a small nod of your own before he pushed back in.
“So fucking good - fuck - this is what you’re made for, isn’t that right, sweetheart? Only made for sucking cock like a cock hungry little cockslut,” James groaned, thrusting into the warm cavern of your mouth at a steadily building pace.
You could feel his pace start to falter, and his moans grew louder, seemingly close to the edge. James gathered your hair, fingertips running over your scalp to hold your head as he thrust his way to his release.
You held onto his thighs as he stuttered, his warm cum filling your mouth, gathering on your tongue.
“Fuck… that’s it,” James moaned loudly, emptying himself in your mouth.
You swallowed everything as it came, prolonging his high and making his thighs shake in your grip.
James pulled out slowly, panting lightly as he looked down at you, your eyes already on him.
“Show me, sweet thing,” James murmured.
He groaned quietly as he watched your tongue loll out, presenting him with your empty mouth.
You heard a hum of satisfaction coming from the couch, all three of them watching you, pleased by your participation.
James hooked his hands under your arms, pulling you from your knees and onto your feet; he looked you over for a moment before turning you to face the two smirking men leaning back on the couch.
Two large hands rested on your shoulders, leading you to them, making you stop in front of Sirius.
Sirius sat up and leaned forward, taking your hand in his.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” Sirius asked smugly, pulling you onto him to straddle his lap.
It was insane; you felt embarrassed and crazy; your skin blazed under their gaze, hands fumbling on top of Sirius, tracing his tattooed chest lightly before giving a small nod.
Sirius’ smirk only grew, taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to turn your downcast gaze upon him.
“Knew you’d come around, dirty girl.”
You whimpered at that, mind clouding with thousands of thoughts - what was wrong with you.
“Tell us what you want,” Sirius continued, keeping your face in his grasp.
Your mouth opened and closed, like a fish out of water, “I… I don’t k-know.”
“Oh, I think you do… but don’t worry, I’ll help that dumb little brain of yours.”
Sirius’ face was right in yours, staring straight into your eyes as his fingers dug into your bare hips.
James had made himself comfortable beside Sirius, himself and Remus just enjoying the show, seeing you so flustered.
“You wanna ride daddy’s cock? Huh, baby?”
Again, your face blazed as you nodded, humiliated by your own body and needs.
“Ah ah, we gotta hear you say it…- wouldn’t wanna do something wrong now, would we?” Remus interjected with a sadistic smirk, forcing your gaze on him, “speak, pet.”
You drew in a deep breath, looking at Sirius again as your fingers fiddled and pulled at one another, shaking ever so slightly, “yes, please.”
Sirius grinned sadistically in triumph, scooting you back so he could pull himself out of his trousers as well. With a signal, Remus had you lifted to hover over Sirius’ proud length, watching as he stroked himself a couple of times before leaning back on the couch once more.
“That was all you had to say, doll,” Sirius smirked before Remus sank you down onto Sirius’ cock.
You gasped, gripping onto Remus’ hands on your hips as they slowly started moving you on Sirius’ cock as he pleased.
Remus bounced you like a doll; all the while, Sirius bucked his hips in a fast pace up into you, creating a mind-numbing amount of pleasure as he hit that spot inside you.
“Look at you,” James grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks in his grip before leaning close to you.
It was quite shocking when his lips connected with yours, moulding over them with an aggressive force that numbed your brain even further. You couldn’t quite tell if you were kissing him back or not, all of the sensations too much to focus on, especially when Sirius’ thumb made contact with your clit.
The noises you were making were muffled by James’ mouth but still very prominent in the large room.
“So fucking tight… sluttiest little pussy… feels so good around my cock,” Sirius groaned, pressing his thumb harder against you until you couldn’t help but twitch and clench against him.
Remus ground you down, making you take Sirius as deep as you could, giving you extra sensation all over.
You couldn’t even help it if you tried; your body shook and tensed as your second orgasm of the night washed over you in substantial pulsating waves. You moaned heavily against James’ lips, unable to focus on anything but the movements of Sirius inside of you.
Even as you rode out the pleasure that turned everything sensitive, they kept going. Sirius’ thrusts quickened along with Remus’ movements of your hips, squeezing your skin between his large hands.
“Shit, ‘m gonna fill you like the fucking cum dump you are,” Sirius panted out, gritting his teeth as his thrusts grew less calculated the closer he got to his release.
With Remus’ help and a few last thrusts, Sirius stilled with a loud groan, fucking his cum deeper into you. He panted with small moans as he rode out his high, feeling a sense of reward when he saw the fucked out look in your eyes.
.
You had no idea how long it had been, but guessing by the sheen of sweat that decorated yours and their bodies, you would say it had been a while. Your body was completely pliable and fucked out, letting them ruin you as they pleased with no complaints left.
Remus was rutting into you, looking down at you from where he hovered, his body in between your spread legs. Your head rested on James’ lap as he sat on the couch beside Sirius, both nursing a glass of whiskey as they listened to your prominently loud moans.
Remus brushed some strands of hair from your sweaty forehead. Your mind was swimming in the clouds after the many orgasms they’d bestowed upon you - too many to count at this point.
“You gonna cum again, little thing?” Remus smirked, not nearly looking as tired as you did. His hand snaked between your bodies to find your overworked clit.
You shook your head as tears streamed down your face - almost a permanent feature of your face.
“No, can’t anymore… too much,” you babbled through cries, nails digging into Remus’ strong, scarred arms.
“You can, and you fucking will,” he gritted out through his teeth, fingers working faster on you to match his fastening pace.
A sweet symphony of moans, whimpers and gasps flew from your mouth, the overstimulating pain leaning more and more toward the pleasure that had come so many times this night.
James grabbed hold of your chin, forcing you to angle your face up.
“Open up, sweetheart,” he smirked.
You did as you were told, letting your mouth drop open at his command, eyes fluttering.
Without warning, James bent his head over yours, spitting in your open mouth. It burnt as it went down your throat, the whiskey mixed and warm. You swallowed and looked up at James for approval, sticking out your tongue to show him.
He chuckled lightly, patting the side of your cheek as he nodded with a hum.
“Such a good little slut you are,” Remus grinned, moaning as you clenched around him, another release right in front of you.
He put pressure on your clit with his thumb making you yelp out in pleasure.
“Please don’t stop,” you whined out, moaning in discontent when Remus’ hand faltered as he looked at you.
A huge smirk decorated his smug face; both Sirius and James looked down at you with similar smirks. Remus picked up his pace once again, rubbing fast circles on your swollen clit as his cock prodded your g-spot with every angled thrust.
“Don’t stop, huh? Look at you giving orders now, doll,” Remus was smug with his way of speaking, bringing you right to and over the edge.
Your nails dug into Remus’ biceps as you came, body shaking yet again as that all too familiar feeling overtook your mind and body. Your moans were gasping and loud, your release tugging Remus right with you as he emptied himself in you, filling you to the brim. He moaned and grunted at your clenching cunt, the way it spasmed around him, drawing out his release.
You could feel your mixed release seep out of your abused and overused cunt as Remus pulled his softening cock out, all of their cum thoroughly mixed in you.
Small twitches ran through your body from the aftershock of so many orgasms; you panted, trying to catch your breath, brain foggy and clouded, not able to really process anything that was happening around you.
You heard shuffling and the muffled voices of the three men, yet it felt like your head was underwater. You watched Remus pull on his boxers and dress pants, leaving his upper body bare, just like the two others.
Your own body was hoisted up in a seated position by Sirius, who you hadn’t even noticed left the room, returning with a bottle of water and a small towel.
Sirius held the back of your neck, kneeling beside the couch as he held the bottle to your lips.
“Drink up, little thing,” he instructed, tilting the bottle so the cool liquid could run down your dry throat.
You gulped the water, holding onto Sirius’ wrist. You choked a little on the water, making all three of them look at you in concerned amusement.
“Calm down, doll, you can have all the water you want,” Remus chuckled, kneeling as well to clean the remnants of their cum from your inner thighs and cunt.
You drank the water slowly, closing your eyes as you felt the cloudiness of dehydration slowly disperse.
Your feet hit the cold wooden floor, your legs shaky as you stood with help from Sirius.
James came over with one of their abandoned dress shirts in hand, kneeling on one knee in front of you as he helped your arms through. You watched him slowly button it up for you, the way his fingers worked on the small plastic buttons with such ease and gentleness - everything was throwing you off.
It was strange the way they behaved, it made you both confused because you didn’t know what was coming, but you felt safe and somehow secure.
“Thank you,” you whispered as he finished buttoning it enough to cover you.
James smiled, standing to tower over you once more, “you’re welcome, sweet girl.”
His hand slipped into yours, guiding you with him out of the room and into a large hall with the two others following close behind. The thumping of steps echoed around the ceiling from the carpet that decorated the wooden floor along the hallway. The house - actually more like a mansion - looked old but well kept, decorated with fancy and very expensive paintings and furnishings. You wondered how much of it was stolen, but you didn’t dare ask, too confused at the situation you found yourself in.
“I’m tired,” you spoke quietly, not knowing what they were planning to do with you.
“We know, sweetheart,” James chuckled, coming to a halt in front of a large door with curved golden handles.
He pushed the door open, revealing what looked to be a large master bedroom. The ceiling was tall, making the room look larger and a little intimidating. In the middle of the room, against the wall, stood a large bed, way too large for just one person.
You looked up at James, squeezing his hand for attention, “I’m a little confused… I thought you were going to ki-kill me,” you whispered the last part meekly.
Remus came to your side, placing a large hand on your shoulder.
“Now, why would we do that?” he asked.
“Because of my father.”
“We won’t kill you because of him… -but we are going to keep you as compensation for what he took,” Sirius spoke with a smirk, standing so close behind you, you could feel the heat from his body on your back.
“But I have a feeling you don’t mind that… do you, doll?” Remus whispered smugly, making you gasp.
You took a moment, staring between Remus and James, not knowing what to say or how to react to your newfound information. What scared you the most was that Remus’ words had truth to them - you didn’t mind.
They didn’t expect an answer; they just knew.
You were pulled toward the bed by James, guided under the covers, the bed soft like a large cloud.
“We have some work to take care of, but don’t worry, it won’t take too long,” James explained, rubbing his thumb along your cheek.
“We expect you to behave from now on… it’ll make your life so much easier,” Remus said sternly, making you gulp at the change in tone, so you nodded.
“Goodnight, babydoll,” Sirius grinned and winked before leaving the dark room to start whatever work they had to do.
Remus and James bid their goodnights as well, making a small whimper catch in your throat at the thought of being left alone, but you bit it back, instead saying goodnight with a small pout.
“Now, don’t give me that look… we’ll be back before you wake up, but now you need rest,” James chuckled, giving Remus a nod as he too left the room.
“Promise you’ll be back?”
“Always…- you’re ours now, and we take care of what’s ours,” James stroked your cheeks before standing, making his way to the open door.
“Go to sleep, baby… be good,” he said gently but with edge to it.
As the door shut, millions of thoughts crawled through your brain. There were too many to actually think of something cohesive, just loud noises that bounced around.
Eventually, they lulled you to sleep, the soft pillows catching them between the feathers instead.
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