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hi!!! could i pls request some casual dominance polymarauders 🙈

Thanks for requesting, hope this is okay! gn!reader x poly!marauders, kinda modern!au

cw: kinda d/s dynamics, boys order reader around a bit. if it's not your cup of tea feel free to skip!

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You were attacked with affection the minute you had stepped foot in the house, but you weren’t complaining. It was like James had appeared from thin air to help you shuck your coat off and hang it up for you. 

“Christ, babe. It didn’t know how freezing it was out there. You’ve got like, bits of ice on you.” He fussed, scrutinizing your shaking body and wind-pinched face. 

“It wasn’t that bad, the walk was pretty.” You thought that would be reassuring, but James just looked more aghast. 

“You walked the whole way here?”

“I mean, yeah. I didn’t have money for the bus.” You admitted shamefully. It seemed like Sirius had appeared in the room to give you a (loving) talking to as well. 

“Then in that case, you call one of us, yeah?” He grabbed your face gently, turning you away from James to look at him. He had his whole intimidation thing going on that made you want to melt into the floor. “You don’t get to put yourself in danger walking in this.” He gave your chin an affectionate squeeze before dropping his hand from your face, you let your gaze fall to the floor.

“I will,” You muttered, barely intelligible. This time it was James who tilted your face up. 

“Speak up baby, and look Pads in the eye when you talk to him.” He was gentle but still assertive. You quickly corrected. 

“I will call you next time.” Still mousy, but at a discernible volume, and now you could see when Sirius’ usual grin overtook his concerned features. He pulled you into him, giving you a tight squeeze. 

“You’re okay, babydoll. You’re not in trouble.” He kissed your neck, making it hard for you to breathe. 

“Who’s not in trouble?” You heard Remus’ even tone from the kitchen. You tugged the two men next to you over to where Remus was. He was sitting at the counter, doing some work on his laptop.

“Well it seems like Y/N was determined to give us the fright of our life this afternoon.” James joked (rather dramatically in your opinion), but it’s all good now. 

“They will be requiring some hot chocolate, though.” Sirius pinched at your nose, making an awful cooing sound. “Baby, your face is still all cold.” 

Remus stood up to rummage through the box of hot drink mixes. “Pads love, could you run upstairs and grab the sweater off the end of the bed?” his voice turned more serious as he looked at you. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re still cold, that shirt likely isn’t doing much to keep you warm.” 

“Actually,” You spoke up, ignoring his comment. “Could I have some coffee instead?” James scoffed and Remus rolled his eyes. 

“It’s half past five, baby dove. You’ll be up all night if you have caffeine right now.” Remus clearly wasn’t in the mood to be argued with, but you pressed in.

“I’ll be fine! Besides, my head hurts and I need to get some work done.” 

“Yeah, well, get that idea out of your head.” James shook your shoulders affectionately. “You’ve been burning the candle at both ends lately, you need a rest.” 

“Who needs a rest?” Sirius trotted over to you, manhandling you to get Remus’ sweater over your head. 

“Y/N,” James tattled. “They think they’re getting coffee at this hour.” He laughed like you were being obviously ridiculous. “They also have a headache and didn’t tell us.” You must’ve looked absolutely appalled and quickly floundered to control the damages. 

“I didn’t think it was important! It’s not bad anyway.” 

“Well, let’s try to keep it from getting bad.” Remus handed you a steaming cup of hot cocoa, along with a packet of biscuits. “Here, eat these so you can take some pain pills.” He glanced over to James, making the bespectacled boy rummage through the medicine box while Sirius set on getting a glass of water for you. 

“I don’t need any medicine, it will go away on its own.” You pleaded, covering your mouth full of biscoff and feeling flustered from all the attention. Sirius clearly disagreed, because the comment earned you a hard pinch on your bum. 

“Do what Moons said” He punctuated the order with a kiss to your forehead, letting you know he wasn’t really upset with you. Sirius may play stern, but he was really just silly and enjoyed ordering you around a bit, knowing that it made you heated and blushy. 

You set down your hot drink and half-eaten snack to take the pills and water, swallowing your pills and finishing the whole glass before you handed it back. 

“There you go,” James cooed, pulling you into his side. “That’s a good girl” 

You groaned, earning a dark chuckle from Remus.

"Poor baby," He teased, clearly not feeling very sorry for you.

It was going to be a trying night.

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Sub! Yandere! Scaramouche x Fem! Reader

TW: Yandere themes, Mommy kink, Breast sucking, cum eating

It's your breasts that draw him in first. His eyes can't seem to stay away from your cleavage, hence why he makes you wear everything low cut. He knows you don't produce milk, it's preposterous to even think so, seeing as you've never been with child. Yet he constantly feels the urge to squeeze them, to suck them between his lips and lay there with that soft bud in his mouth, falling asleep on your chest.

It takes a while and a little bribing before you agree to let him do so without fighting. He'll allow you to take a trip to Mondstadt for the windbloom festival, with only two guards and without him. You don't even ponder the trade for a moment before you're untying the obi to your kimono and spreading the fabric apart. It's barely a freedom, but it's better than being with him.

Scaramouche pants at the sight of your chest, your nipples pebbling from the air hitting them. It takes less than a second before he's sitting in your lap, face nestled into the warmth of your tits, suckling at your nipple. He hums. You didn't expect him to hum while doing this, but he does. Little noises of pleasure and content falling from his lips as his drool slides down the curve of your breast.

He pulls away from the bud with a pop, eyes half lidded and heavy. His cheeks are flushed, mouth agape, lips plump and moist. He opens it to say something, but catches your nipple in his lips again, starting his rhythmic sucking once once.

It's a thought that you'd never imagined would occur to you, but in this moment Scaramouche, the Fatui harbinger and man who kidnapped you from your home, was actually cute. He'd long since wrapped his arms around your waist, squeezing you to keep you from moving as he began to rut his hips messily against you. Still on his hakama shorts, his hard cock found purchase on your stomach as he fell into a tempo.

Those lazy eyes would look up at you and you'd feel your heart actually skip a beat. It was a notion that made you sick to your stomach to think about. But that didn't stop you from reaching a hand up to pet his head, your fingers tangling in those indigo locks. He flinched, then sank into this touch, practically nuzzling his head against your hand at the same time.

“Thank you…mommy,” he'll mumble with that nipple still in his saliva filled mouth, his tongue lapping at it.

You tense. Then you think. Then you don't care. It's what he wants and you do have to uphold your end of the deal. So you keep petting him, even sliding your other hand down to grip his still clothed cock. His hips move from that slow sensual pace into a quicker thrusts, panting and whining against your tits.

“Mommy!” He whimpered, “feels so good! Thank you…ah! Hah~...hnng.”

In the year you'd been Scaramouche's victim, you'd never heard him moan like this. Never seen his eyes so big and glossy. You'd never felt his need to cum so desperately before. Nimble fingers would squeeze your waist, lips still latched on to your bud for dear life.

His hips would falter for a second, a moan muffled by the flesh of your chest. His eyes rolled back into his skull as he shook through the orgasm. You could feel his cock twitching in your hand, sputtering so much cum that it'd begun to dribble through the fabric and into your palm.

As a test of how far you could truly go, you brought that palm up to his lips. He eyed it for just a moment, then licked it clean, “Did…did I do good, mommy?” He'd stutter in a voice so sweet that you didn't believe it to be his.

“You did perfect, baby,” you found yourself answering, guiding his lips back to your breast where he latched back onto your drool covered bud. You saw his eyelids grow heavier, his blinks getting slower, until those lashes shut for good and he fell asleep on your chest, mouth still suckling at your breast even as he dreamt.

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