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Prompt - ‘Moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head in burning red.’
Notes - Smut
Loving Sirius Black was intense for lack of a better word. From the get go everything seemed to move fast but you were so caught up, so intoxicated by it that you couldn’t do anything more than hold his hand as the whirlwind romance began. Loving Sirius Black was passionate, it was needy and it was over just as quickly as it had begun.
You had liked Sirius for months now, it was easy to like him. He was charming, charismatic, one flash of that smile had you weak in the knees - you and every other girl at Hogwarts. Sirius wasn’t an idiot, he knew the effect he had on the girls and nobody was surprised when he had a new girl on his arm every week.
You had never been one of those girls and even though you knew it was terrible to want to be, you couldn't deny that given the chance you would be his girl of the week. This week it was a girl in your year, you didn’t particularly like her but seeing her on Sirius’ lap made you roll your eyes as you passed them, neither of them noticing you as they made out on the bench they were on.
“Party at Gryffindor tower tonight, you in?” Your friend asked you as you rounded the corner.
The thought of saying no crossed your mind, not wanting to spend the night obsessing over Sirius but something within you was nagging you to go.
“Sure.” You agreed, watching as your friend grinned at you and began talking about outfits.
You tuned her out all the way to potions and spent the rest of the lesson trying to push Sirius out of your mind.
By the time the party rolled around you were ready to cancel but somehow your friends ended up pushing you into going. As you entered the common room you couldn’t help but relax as the music and laughter washed over you.
“Let’s get a drink.” Someone from your group said and it wasn’t long before one drink turned into four and you were feeling the full effect of the alcohol coursing through your veins.
You found yourself in the middle of the common room which was being used as a dance floor, letting the music guide your movements. You weren’t sure just how much time had passed before you felt an arm slip around your waist and a warm body pressing up against your back.
“Having fun?” You recognised Sirius’ voice straight away, his tone deep and low as he pulled you further against him, dancing rhythmically against you. You felt goosebumps rise on your skin as his lips pressed against your neck in a gentle kiss.
You couldn’t help but turn your head upwards, giving him better access. You could feel him smirk against you before he obliged and began pressing kisses into your skin, you bit your lip before gasping as you felt him suck on the delicate skin. He kept sucking and let his arms that were still wrapped around your waist explore your body, one trailed upwards, brushing over your breast and the other went downwards, resting on the top of your thigh.
The feeling of him sucking on your neck was more intense than you would have ever thought, that mixed with his hands on your body had you letting out an involuntary whimper. You were more than aware that you were still in the middle of the common room but you couldn’t bring yourself to care, not when Sirius Black was pressed up behind you, finally noticing you.
You let out another whimper as Sirius let his teeth graze against the spot he’d been sucking before pulling away, not going far, and whispered in your ear.
“How about we head upstairs?” You couldn’t have said no even if you wanted to, something about him was addicting and now that you’d had a taste you didn’t think you’d ever be able to let him go.
At your nod he pressed another kiss to your neck before pulling away and guiding you up the stairs. You had no idea how the stairs let you into the boys dorm but the thought left your mind as soon as it had entered.
Once you were in the boys dorm and the door was shut, Sirius pinned you against it, wasting no time in crashing his lips against yours, the kiss was raw, it was desperate and needy. Your hands were finally tangled in his long hair as his hands gripped your face and you couldn’t help but moan into the kiss.
Sirius pulled away from you, a trail of spit keeping the two of you attached to each other before his lips connected with your neck again. Your head hit the wooden door behind you as you threw it back, moaning in pleasure as he wasted no time sucking at different spots on your neck.
Your cheeks were flushed as Sirius finished up on your neck, trailing open mouthed kisses down your neck, along your collarbone before stopping at the top of your shirt. His fingers found the hem and he was quick to pull it over your head, leaving you standing in your bra.
You watched him lick his lips before he helped you take the bra off, his mouth going straight for your breast. He took one in his mouth, as his hand came up to knead the other. You moaned at the stimulation, your hands coming up to grip his hair as he showed no signs of slowing down, though you did feel him smirk against you.
When Sirius pulled away you had no time to recover as his lips found yours again. As he kissed you hard, hard enough to bruise, he pulled you away from the door and, without pulling away, blindly led you over to his bed.
It wasn’t long before you were underneath him, Sirius in between your legs as he continued to kiss you. It was rushed and animalistic and you couldn’t get enough. You pushed your hips up, letting yourself brush against his dick causing you both to moan into the kiss.
Sirius took the hint and pulled away, his hands trailing down your stomach and stopping at the top of your jeans. He made quick work of unbuttoning them and helped pull them down before throwing them off to the side of the room.
With the adrenaline and alcohol pumping through your system you had no time to feel self conscious, though you did pull his shirt off of him as you saw he was still fully clothed and you were laying there in your panties that were already beginning to get wet.
Sirius was quick to strip out of his own clothes before turning his attention back to you, pressing his lips against yours again. He let his hands trail down, brushing against your panties and smirking as he felt the wetness through them.
“Feel good, baby?” He asked, nipping at your jawline. You couldn’t reply, just let out a loud, needy moan as his fingers gently stroked you through your underwear.
Sirius wasted no time in lowering himself so his face was between your legs. He pressed a kiss against your thigh before hooking his fingers around your panties, pulling them off and tossing them out into the room.
You were a moaning mess as Sirius attached his lips to your clit, his fingers still brushing against you as he sucked and licked you. His fingers kept teasing your entrance, pushing in gently before he withdrew them causing you to let out loud groans of both pleasure and annoyance.
Without warning two fingers pushed into you causing you to arch against the bed, you felt Sirius chuckle around you causing you to moan louder as the chuckle vibrated against your clit. You were panting as he pumped his fingers inside you, his pace quickening each time. One of your hands was in his hair, fingers clutching the dark curls, holding him in place whilst the other gripped the bedsheet tightly.
“Sirius, Sirius please,” You cried out, the feeling of both his fingers and his mouth becoming too much.
Sirius pulled away and leaned up to connect his lips to yours, both of you moaning into it. The kiss was filthy, you could taste yourself on his tongue as you both messily kissed each other.
Before you could even register it Sirius was lining himself up against you and sliding in causing you to whimper in pleasure, your eyes screwing shut as Sirius sucked on your neck. Your arms were wrapped around his shoulders, fingernails digging into his back.
Once he was in and made sure you were ok, Sirius wasted no time. His rhythm was unrelentingly hard and fast, a fine line between pain and pleasure had you a moaning mess, Sirius’ name falling out of your mouth like a prayer as you pleaded for more.
Sirius was moaning against your neck, face buried against it as he thrusted into you. You were incoherent at this point, the only name on your lips was Sirius’ and it wasn’t long before you were pleading with him, begging him to let you come.
“That’s it baby,” He murmured against your neck, letting his teeth graze across the sensitive skin, “you feel so good, come for me, baby.” He continued, praising you as he fucked you fast and hard.
It wasn’t long before you were clenching around Sirius causing him to let out a low moan. You cried out as you orgasmed and Sirius wasn’t found behind as he came inside you with a moan of his own.
The two of you lay there for a moment, the air hot and heavy as the two of you panted for breath. Sirius was the first to move, pulling out of you carefully and picking his wand up from the nightstand. He made quick work of cleaning the two of you up and then collapsed down beside you in the bed, pulling you into his arms so your head lay on his chest.
“You okay baby?” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your hair.
You were still slightly out of it, everything about tonight felt wild and passionate and overwhelming so you just nodded against him and let your arm rest against his stomach.
Sirius smiled down at you, letting his fingers trace your skin.
“Go to sleep, Y/N.” He murmured, smile growing as you nodded sleepily against his chest.
It wasn’t long before you fell asleep in Sirius’ arms.
You were the first to wake, the curtains around the bed had been drawn and you assumed the other boys were back in the room. You didn’t want to get up yet, didn’t want to leave Sirius’ embrace, the feeling of his arms around your waist, holding you close…it was easy to pretend this was real.
You let your fingers gently trace his chest, touching him like this made you realise that this was what you wanted. You wanted Sirius Black and you didn’t know how you were going to give him up after one night with him. This one night with him was perfect, it felt like the colours in autumn, so bright, so beautiful, but you could see the end too, when the autumn leaves died and fell, that was what was destined to happen here - one incredibly great night and then whatever was between you and Sirius was supposed to shrivel up and die.
Except that’s not what happened…
That morning Sirius woke up, his arms still holding you close. He brought you in for a soft kiss and the two of you spent the morning in his bed, lazily kissing and giggling as he told you stories of pranks and mischief and you told him stories about yourself.
From there the two of you headed down to the Great Hall, Sirius’ arm thrown around your shoulders and holding you close. During the meal he kept up the conversation, not bothering with anyone else around you.
You figured that it was finally your chance to be the girl of the week, not just a one night stand but someone for Sirius to keep around before he got bored. And you shouldn’t have been ok with that, you knew you deserved more than that, but spending time with Sirius was worth it.
So when week two came and Sirius slid into the seat next to you for breakfast, wrapping his arm around you and kissing your lips, you could only look at him in confusion.
“What?” He grinned as he plucked a piece of fruit from your plate.
“What’re you doing here?” You asked him, eyebrows knitting together in your confusion.
“Ouch and here I was thinking you liked me.” He said, dramatically holding a hand to his chest causing your friends to laugh.
You didn’t respond, you didn’t know how to respond. Sirius Black had never been with the same girl for longer than a week, it was common knowledge.
So why was he back?
“What’re you doing this weekend?” He asked you as you packed up your things to head to class. His hand slipped into yours as you both headed towards the stairs.
“Nothing?” You told him, though it sounded more like a question.
“Let me take you out, we can go to Hogsmeade.” He said, smiling over at you with that charming Sirius Black smile.
How could you say no to that?
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At the four month mark you were still confused about why Sirius was with you, down right nearly died of shock when he asked to make things official one night as he snuck the two of you to the astronomy tower, talking about the different stars and constellations.
Four months in and you had fallen hard. It wasn’t difficult considering how much you had liked him before getting together but being around him everyday, getting to kiss him whenever you wanted, knowing that he was yours…it wasn’t hard to fall in love.
You had him memorized, you knew him as well as you knew the words to your old favourite song. When you touched him, you knew he was what you wanted and somehow he wanted you too.
You hadn’t realised just how hard you had fallen for him until your first fight. It was about something ridiculous and ended with the two of you storming away from each other. It was after hours and Sirius had headed up to the dorm whereas you had snuck out and found yourself sitting at the edge of the astronomy tower, legs dangling over as you looked up at the starry night.
Sirius came to find you that night, apologising. You had brushed it off, made it seem like it was no big deal just so things could be ok again between you but deep down you knew that that wasn’t right. The fight was intense but everything about your relationship with Sirius was intense so why shouldn’t that be too.
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You shouldn’t have been surprised.
You knew he had a reputation, knew what he was like before you had gotten together. You knew he had a different girl every week. How could you think you could change that about him?
Watching him as he pressed some Ravenclaw against the wall, kissing her like he needed it to survive…
You hated the scene in front of you but you couldn’t look away. It was only when the Ravenclaw opened her eyes, seeing you stood there, that Sirius acknowledged you. The Ravenclaw pushed him off her, a look of embarrassment taking over her face as she quickly readjusted herself and picked her bag up before hurrying past you with an apology.
You didn’t hang around to hear what Sirius had to say. You turned on your heel and followed the other girl out, ignoring the pleas from Sirius as he begged you to hear him out.
You ended up in a dusty, old classroom. It looked like it hadn’t been used in a good few years…or decades. You didn’t care though, the state of the room was the last thing on your mind as you let the door fall shut and your back slid down it until you were sat on the floor with tears falling down your face.
You knew, deep down you knew that it was for the best, knew that you and Sirius could never have worked out but that didn’t make it hurt any less. The relationship was too much, loving him was too much. It was all too much, too fast. Every moment spent together was too intense.
You didn’t know how you were supposed to move on from him though because despite how intense things were between you, you really did love him and moving on from him seemed impossible when all you could see in your head was him.
As you sat on the dusty floor with tears falling down your face, flashbacks and echoes of him invading your mind, you couldn’t help but feel all alone. You knew you’d be ok eventually but right now everything felt blue, it felt lonely and sad and you felt like a complete idiot for thinking that he could change, for thinking that you were worth enough to him to change when really all you were to him was some pretty little plaything and he had finally gotten bored of you.
You had been so focused on the good moments between you this entire relationship, the affection, the infatuation, the warmth, that you ignored the other side of the relationship - the anger, the jealousy, the miscommunication, those horrible aspects you’d blocked out hit you full force.
Merlin, you were such an idiot.
Loving Sirius Black was intense for lack of a better word. From the get go everything seemed to move fast but you were so caught up, so intoxicated by it that you couldn’t do anything more than hold his hand as the whirlwind romance began. Loving Sirius Black was passionate, it was needy and it was over just as quickly as it had begun but in time you knew you’d be ok.
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moonlitmeeks · 23 hours ago
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snowball fight - james potter
summary: at the sight of snow, james knows exactly how to spend your saturday morning
warnings; none
words; 779
a/n; welcome to the third day of my december drabbles!! i think this is possibly my favourite from the whole twenty five fics, so that is saying something!! hope you love it just as much as i do🤎
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from the moment you had looked out of your dorm window, you noticed the thick blanket of snow covering the school grounds, perfectly untouched. the glittering flakes caught your eye as they continued to float from the sky. it was as if you were transported into a snow globe, the picturesque scene almost too beautiful to be true.
though, the illusion was quickly shattered when james woke up, rubbing sleep from his eyes before catching sight of the snow himself. now he was impossibly energetic, any trace of previous fatigue gone. he grabbed your hand, insisting you had to go outside right now, before anyone else.
if your boyfriend was one thing, it was enthusiastic.
not wanting to crush his excitement, you allowed yourself to be dragged along. you rolled your eyes good-naturedly as he clumsily wrapped a scarf around your neck, shoving one of his many hats onto his head before ushering you out of the door. still pulling his boots onto his feet, he tripped and staggered slightly as you made your way through the corridors, quickly trying to navigate the closest exit.
a soft gasp escaped your lips as you walked into the courtyard, snow crunching underneath your feet with every step. cold seized your body, yet not unpleasantly. it was welcome, an assuring hug as it encircled your frame. you tilted your head back, staring into the white sky as snowflakes kissed your lashes and cheekbones.
“babe!” james called.
as you turned to face him, a snowball hit you square in the chest. you gasped, watching the smirk on his face grow as he laughed lightly. allowing him to distract himself with his amusement, you bent down and quickly made your own ammunition, firing two snowballs back at him with vigour.
“this means war, y/l/n!”
“you’re so on, potter!”
and that was how it had started.
what should have been a calm, simple snowball fight had became a tactical battle, something composed of a combination of wits and skill.
if any early risers were to look out of their window, they would be perplexed at the sight of two figures, hunched and creeping around the sparse trees and walls of the courtyard. barriers and domes of snow were formed into make-shift bunkers, paired with piles of snowball ammo, ready for rapid fire.
james’s cheeks were flushed a light red, the ends of his unruly hair sticking out from underneath his knitted hat. he laughed merrily as he threw another onslaught of snowballs in your direction, shrieking as one of your own narrowly missed him.
when james lost sight of you, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he squinted, scanning the sea of white for your deep green jacket. it was only when he felt the shock of freezing snow against his back that he realised where you had gone.
too preoccupied in stooping behind his makeshift fort preparing more snowballs, he hadn’t noticed that you had snuck up behind him with two, great handfuls of snow. the only obvious attack? to shove it down the back of his coat, of course.
he yelped in response, desperately shaking his jumper in the hopes of ridding himself of the sensation, arms flapping around wildly as you laughed, eyes filling with tears at the sight before you.
this quickly turned to panic when he picked up his own chunk of snow and began to advance towards you with a devilish grin. your eyes widened as you began to plead, hands held up in defense.
“okay, i’m sorry! truce! i’m calling a truce!”
“now now, darling,” james teased. “don’t go calling a truce just yet, let me finish what you started.”
“do that, and i won’t help you with the potions homework.” you threatened, one last hope at evading the same cruel fate you’d subjected james to.
he pretended to roll the idea around in his mind for a minute before sighing, dramatically letting the heap of snow fall from his hands. you grinned, rushing over to engulf him into a hug - a sign of the peace treaty you had just created.
james bundled you up in his coat, pulling you flush to his chest. instantly, you were met with a rush of heat, your numbing fingers clutching the thick fabric tightly. why you hadn’t thought to put gloves on before coming outside, you didn’t know, but your hands were certainly paying the price for it now.
“c’mon,” he mumbled against the crown of your head, leading you back towards the castle. “we’re going back to bed, ‘s too cold out here. but just to warn you, i’m sticking my cold hands on your back as revenge.”
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lilahisntsadanymore · 2 days ago
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This is a part two (probably the last part) of No time left to hesitate. If you haven't read it, I advise to read it so you can understand what's happening here:)
Part one
Pairing: Regulus Black x fem!muggleborn!reader
Words count: 2.4k
Should I start adding gifs to my fanfics? I really want to but like idk still not sure. Anyways, let's begin.
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No time left to hesitate
Part Two
Y/n had a beautiful, white dress, just as she imagined. In the moment she saw it, she knew it was THE dress.
As Y/n was shopping for the dress with Lily, Regulus asked Sirius to go buy wedding rings with him.
"Those are nice. I mean, that's what you usually see people choose for getting married, right?" Sirius recommended, pointing at a pair of basic, gold rings.
"I know, Sirius. But I want white gold." Reg protested.
"What's up with the white gold? I haven't ever seen you wear normal gold. Y/n's engagement ring is also white gold, right?"
"It's just a personal preference."
"But normal gold looks good too." Sirius showed off his own rings on his left hand. "Not too bad, huh?"
The jeweler interrupted the brothers' small argue.
"May I help you?" He asked.
"Yes, please. Regulus Black, I'm getting married today. I want to buy two white gold wedding rings."
The jeweler's eyes widened. The Black family was known in the wizarding world, like every pureblood family. If the heir of the family was getting married, there was expected a big announcement. The jeweler wanted to make sure he didn't misheard.
"Excuse me, could you repeat your name?"
"Regulus Black."
"Alright, uhh, white gold, yes? Alright, we have those..."
The jeweler started pulling out some rings. It didn't take much time until Regulus finally chose the perfect ones. They were white gold, as he wanted, and on the both of them there was engraved a short sentence. Amor vincit omnia. Regulus was sure Y/n would love them.
As the brothers walked out of the jewelery shop, Sirius put his left arm around Regulus' shoulder and ruffled his hair with his right hand.
"Hey, could you stop doing it?" The younger brother was annoyed.
"I'm sorry, I'm just glad we're reunited!" The older brother exclaimed. "My little brother is getting married to my brother-like best friend's sister-like friend and I am the bestman!"
"Everything stays in the family, I see." Regulus joked, trying to keep a straight face.
Sirius stopped in his tracks, making Regulus also stop. He put his both hands on the boy's shoulders and looked him seriously in the eyes.
"But seriously, I'm glad we're okay. I'm sorry for everything I've done during the past seven years. We were both just dumb, weren't we?"
"I guess. I'm sorry too. For everything. I should have made smarter choices." Regulus smiled, giving his older brother a hug.
"What matters is that you're about the make the best decision of your life."
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The ceremony was going to be perfect and nothing could ruin it. Neither Y/n nor Regulus bothered to inform their families. Y/n would tell her family later and just enjoy the moment without anyone ruining it. Regulus' family would find out soon anyways. It would be pretty much of a big scandal in the wizarding world. People weren't going to shut up about it for the next few months.
The soon-to-be married couple stood in front of an officiant. As promised, Lily was the bridesmaid and Sirius was the bestman. Everyone watched the wedding with amusement, some of them were still in shock. Who would have thought they'll live to see the perfect son of the Black family get married to a muggleborn?
"Do you, Y/n, take Regulus to be your wedded husband, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, and vow to love him faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?" The officiant recited as if she remembered all these words. Well, she probably did remember. The rate of people getting married went up lately.
"I do." Y/n replied with a big smile on her face.
"Do you, Regulus, take Y/n to be your wedded wife, to cherish in love and in friendship, in strength and in weakness, in success and in disappointment, and vow to love her faithfully, today, tomorrow, and for as long as the two of you shall live?"
"I do." Regulus answered, looking straight into his now wife's eyes.
"You may now kiss."
The freshly married couple didn't even wait for the officiant to finish the sentence. They kissed, as Lily, James and Remus applauded quietly. Sirius wasn't applauding because he used his fingers to whistle.
The ceremony was interrupted. Out of a sudden, four people broke into the room. By their black cloaks and masks on their faces, everyone knew they were the death eaters.
Everyone took out their wands, except for Y/n who left her wand at her parents house.
"Lily!" James shouted. "Take Y/n and Reg somewhere safe, we'll fight them."
"No, you are all going with us!" Lily shouted back.
"We have to fight!"
As Lily and James were arguing, Regulus used some non verbal spells to either stun or kill the death eaters. The spells weren't green, so it surely wasn't Avada Kedavra, so there was a chance they weren't dead. But it was Regulus, you can never guess what he's done.
"How about less arguing and more evacuating?" The boy asked casually.
"Have you just killed those people?" Lily was shocked.
"And so what if I did? They wouldn't hesitate to kill you. And the love of my life." He put his arm around Y/n's shoulder.
"He's right." Y/n admitted. "You have to start killing them instead of arresting."
"We mustn't kill them!" Lily disclaimed. "It makes us as cruel as them."
"Do you know what's cruel? Cruciatus. You're doing them a favor by just killing them."
"Hey, hey, hey," Sirius chimed in, "how about we go somewhere safer?"
Somewhere safer was a difficult topic right now. They weren't sure how did death eaters find them, but it was probably because of people finding out Regulus is getting married. In all the chaos, nobody even noticed when the officiant left the room.
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They couldn't go to anyone's house, it could be dangerous in the current situation. So eventually they apparated to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters. It was James' parents house except nobody lived in it after they died some time ago.
The last time Y/n was in that house was the summer before Marauders graduated. It was different without Euphemia and Fleamont. Now it was a building without a soul.
Y/n was on James' parents' funeral, it happened in the middle of a school year, but she was allowed to go. She knew both James and Sirius were very depressed during the first few months, but they managed to live with it. They had to.
"So you're saying we won't be safe as long as Regulus is with us?" James asked, when Lily explained what could have been the reason of the attack.
"What a bloody surprise!" Sirius exclaimed sarcastically. Regulus didn't expect it from him. They made up a few hours earlier and now Sirius was suddenly hating his younger brother again?
"We can leave." Y/n announced in a defensive voice. "We'll be good on our own."
The girl grabbed her husband's hand, both of them ready to leave.
Suddenly, someone they didn't expect entered the room. Albus Dumbledore stood in the doorframe. Y/n realized someone must have asked him to come.
In all honesty, Dumbledore was the last person they needed. Both Y/n and Regulus realized what were his intentions, he just wanted an army of young soldiers, ready to do whatever he wants. Even lose their lives for a thing he was supposed to fight for by himself.
"There's no need to leave." The old man announced and looked at Regulus. "I know what you've been trying to do, Regulus. I am here to help you."
"Help?" Regulus scoffed. "When are you going to tell them all," he gestured at others gathered in the room, "that they're just pawns you manipulated into participating in a game you could end by yourself with one move?"
Everyone's eyes were on Regulus. They were all stunned by his words.
"Regulus, boy, what are you talking about? You and Y/n are going to be safe here, I will make sure."
After those words, Y/n and Regulus left. They had no idea where to go, but it was better for everyone if they were away from the Order. Dumbledore was no help and they didn't want to risk an attack on the headquarters.
"You know what I'm talking about. We are not going to let you manipulate us."
"We don't need your so-called help." Y/n added. "We will be way better without it."
"Where do we go now?" Y/n asked. "Oh, could we come back to my parents so I can take my wand?"
"That's a smart idea." Regulus agreed. "I know where we could go later."
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Nervous. This was how Y/n felt standing in front of the door of her house. Her dad was going to be furious, hopefully he wasn't home.
Y/n looked at Regulus, who gave her an encouraging smile and squeezed her hand a little. The girl knocked on the door. To her relief, the person who opened the door was Y/m/n.
"Y/n!" The woman exclaimed, hugging her daughter tightly. "Where have you been, sweetheart?"
"Mum, we uhhh got married." Y/n announced when she was freed from her mother's embrace. The girl had an awkward smile on her face.
"Oh, really?" Y/m/n asked, looking at Y/n and then moving her eyes to Regulus. The woman looked clearly disappointed. But she wasn't disappointed because they got married, she was happy for them. She was just sad about not being invited.
"We're really sorry we didn't invite you, Mrs Y/l/n." Regulus apologized, as if he was able to read the woman's thoughts. "It was a very spontaneous decision."
"It's fine. I'm just glad you're here now. Do you want to come in? Y/d/n is at work, I took a day off today."
The couple walked inside. They weren't going to stay there for a long time. As much as it hurt Y/n, she had to tell it to her mum. It was for the older woman's good.
"Mum," the girl started, "we just came here for my wand. We'll be leaving and I don't know when we'll come back."
Y/m/n's face saddened. Was she going to lose her only child? What was happening?
Y/n walked upstairs for her wand. It took her a while to find it, she didn't really remember where did she leave it. As she was searching, Regulus talked with Y/m/n, trying to calm her down.
"You don't need to worry, I'll take care of Y/n." He assured.
"I don't doubt, you are a responsible young man." The woman smiled at him. "I just want to know, why are you leaving? Do you really have to?"
"Trust me, it's necessary. It's to keep you and Y/n safe. The Dark Lord keeps getting stronger, we'll come back when he's gone."
Regulus didn't want to show it, but he felt guilty. He felt as if it was his fault that Y/n is in danger now.
Y/m/n had no idea who the 'Dark Lord' is, but his name sounded terryfying enough to make her understand he isn't a good person. She didn't dare to ask, the less she knew the better she felt.
Finally, Y/n had found her wand so she rushed downstairs. Before leaving, she gave her mum a hug. Both of them felt their eyes filling with tears, but neither wanted to break down.
Y/n and Regulus started walking away. The girl decided to take one last look at her house. Through an opened window, she saw her mum crying. She took out her wand, pointing it at the woman. Y/n's hand started shaking, tears were rolling down her cheeks.
Regulus embraced his wife, making her put her wand down. She hid her face in his shoulder.
"I can't, I can't, I can't," the girl muttered, "I wanted to obliviate her, but I just can't."
Regulus pointed his own wand at Y/n's mother. He didn't wipe Y/n out of her memories, he only changed them a little so that she still remembered they left, but didn't remember the reason.
"It's alright, they are going to be safe." The boy whispered, playing with his wife's hair.
─── ・ 。゚☆: *.☽ .* :☆゚. ───
Some time later, the young couple was at the Diagon Alley. Regulus wanted to visit the Gringotts Bank to take all the money he had, before his family could do anything with it.
"So what now?" Y/n asked as they exited the bank.
"Now we buy a house. Or an apartment." Regulus answered.
"We're not safe here, we have to leave."
"Love, we're not staying in England. Have you ever seen the Eiffel Tower?"
"Are we going to France?" Y/n's eyes lit up with excitement.
"I think it's the best possible choice, isn't it? I can apparate us there."
Regulus could easily apparate to France, he has been there many times.
The Black family had a house near Paris, where they sometimes spent summers. Of course, Regulus and Y/n couldn't live there, because the boy's family would find them later or sooner.
Eventually, the couple ended up in some hotel in Paris. It wasn't possible to just buy an apartment straight away, so they had to stay in a hotel for some time. The death eaters would have a difficult time finding them among muggles in another country.
Y/n loved France. Regulus took her on many walks, trips and adventures which the girl really enjoyed. She was far away from her family and her friends, she missed them sometimes, but she never regretted marrying Regulus.
There were even times, when the both of them could just forget about all the problems, the whole war going on in the wizarding world. As long as they made sure each other is safe, nothing else mattered. Was it a coward move? Maybe, but they cared about one another too much to risk their lives in a war Dumbledore could easily end without anyone's help.
Nothing else was important. Y/n and Regulus were married, happy and fulfilled. They planned to wait for information about the war ending and then they'd come back to England. But for now, they were enjoying a life in France.
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Just Give Me A Reason (Chapter Three) - (Young)Sirius Black Imagine
A/N: aaahhh xD I’m not sure how but I was able to write this hahaha I hope you loves like it! and I’d like to thank the lovely @my-idea-was-stolen​ because her request for this dialogue helped me a lot on this chapter :D 
Warnings: mentions of abuse also Snupin fluff :3
Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :) gif isn’t mine :)
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Just Give Me A Reason
Now you've been talking in your sleep oh oh Things you never say to me oh oh
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“Mind if I join you?”
Remus looked up to find Severus staring at him, with a cigarette in his mouth.
“You know, you and your sister should really stop smoking” he said, sighing. He then moved aside a little so Severus could join him. When he did, Remus grabbed the cigarette out of his hand and took a drag.
“I thought you said we should stop smoking” he asked with an arched eyebrow.
“Yeah, you should” he laughed, making Severus smile a little. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company? I’m not sure your friends would like it if they see you talking to me. Should you even be talking to me? I’m a half-blood, remember?”
“I’m a half-blood as well, you idiot” he said, punching his arm and taking the cigarette back. “I needed a break” he simply said.
“Oh, is that what I am?” he smirked.
“Yes” Severus smiled back at him.
“Are you okay?” Remus said, closing his book and turning to face him.
“Yeah” he said, shrugging his shoulders and finishing his cigarette.
“Sev” Remus said in a tone that he knew too well. Remus knew you were right about one thing. If anyone could get through to Severus, it was him. And Severus knew that as well.
“I… am having trouble sleeping” he admitted, looking down at his hands. He knew he couldn’t hide it from Remus much longer.
“Since when?” Remus sighed, putting his book aside.
“It started over the summer” he said.
“Always does” Remus muttered sadly.
“I didn’t want to fall asleep and let my guard down” he muttered. “I couldn’t let him hurt (Y/N)” he said.
“Did he… hurt you?” Remus asked, knowing the answer.
“Um… the usual” he admitted. “I just got too anxious and I just… didn’t feel safe enough to go to sleep, you know? And then, I thought I finally would when we got here but…” he sighed.
“Still no luck?” Remus asked worriedly. He could see the dark circles under his eyes and it broke his heart.
“I don’t know why. I just get really anxious when I go to bed and I’m exhausted but… I still can’t seem to fall asleep” he admitted.
“Why didn’t you write to me?” Remus asked all of the sudden. Not only in particular about the subject but almost at all. “You and (Y/N) could have stayed with me for a few weeks” he reminded him.
“I thought you were at Potter’s all summer” Severus said, letting out the last smoke of his cigarette before he tossed it out.
“Not all summer” Remus defended himself. “And if you would have written that you needed me to come home, I would have” he informed him. “You would know that if you would have written at all” he muttered.
“I wrote” Severus defended himself.
“Writing at the end of (Y/N)’s letters doesn’t count” Remus chuckled.
“Well, you could have written to me” he argued.
“I did” Remus reminded him.
“Once!” Severus argued.
“Well, did I get a reply?”
“I…” Severus started but he closed his mouth after nothing came out. “I’m sorry” he sighed. “I didn’t want to… ruin your summer” he muttered.
“You could never ruin it” Remus said, making him look up at him. “You know I worry about you either way” he told him, making him smile a little. “A-and (Y/N)” he added.
“I worry about you too” he replied. “So does (Y/N)” he added, making Remus chuckle. “Oh, I have something for you” he said, grabbing his bag and looking through it before he took out a small phial and handed it to him.
“What’s this?” Remus asked, taking it.
“The Wolfsbane Potion” Severus said casually as he rested his head on Remus’ shoulder.
“The Wolf- The Wolfsbane Potion?” Remus asked, making Severus nod, with his eyes still closed. “Severus!” he said, pushing him off. “When did you do this?”
“Summer” he said as if it was nothing.
“Sev, this is one of the most complex potions to brew, how did you- uh, why did you-?”
“I thought it… might help” he said, looking away. “I wasn’t sleeping either way so, I might as well put my time to good use” he smiled shyly.
“I can’t believe you did this for me” Remus said, feeling his heart flutter. Severus felt the same when he saw the brightness in his green eyes. “Thank you” he said, smiling up at him.
“No problem, Rem” he said. It was rare when he would call him that and Remus loved it a bit too much.
“It’s… been a while since you called me that” he said, feeling his cheeks burning a little.
“Is… it okay?”
“Of course it is, Sev” he said, smiling at him. “(Y/N) told me you got a couple of books that belonged to your mum” he said, making Severus smile. “Anything good?”
“Yes! I forgot to show you” he said excitedly, taking a couple of books from his bag and handing them to Remus. “We were able to keep some of them” he said, smiling.
“Oh, Merlin, I love this book!” Remus said, picking one of them.
“I don’t think I’ve read that one” Severus admitted.
“Oh, you’ll love it” Remus said, opening the book as he felt Severus rest his head on his shoulder. “It’s a psychological thriller, so it’s your favorite genre already. And it’s about two strangers that, well, meet on a train” he chuckled. “Anyways, they tell each other the problem they have and one of them suggests that they should ‘exchange murders’ and then-”
Remus turned around to find Severus soundly asleep on his shoulder. He smiled widely at how peaceful he looked. He didn’t have the heart to even move, not wanting to wake him up. He needed sleep. You were right. He was exhausted and was about to have a breakdown at any moment. It wasn’t fair. What the two of you went through wasn’t fair. And Remus knew that Severus tried his best to carry that weight for both of you, no matter how hard you tried to help, he still took it upon himself to protect you as much as he could. He deserved to be able to sleep. He deserved to be taken care of the way he had just taken care of Remus by brewing the Wolfsbane potion. So he vowed to himself that he would do whatever it took to protect Severus Snape.
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You woke up early on a Saturday when it was still dark outside. You were used to it. Like your brother, you had trouble sleeping sometimes. But today, you were up early because it was the day after the full moon. You had initially told Madame Pomfrey that you were interested in becoming a Healer just so she would let you help Remus on those days. But, over the years, you had actually started to like it and you were considering becoming a Healer after school. You were on your way to the Hospital Wing when something caught your eye. Well, someone. You walked over to the cries near you and muttered ‘Lumos’ gasping when you saw who was lying on the ground, blood all over him.
“Black?”
Sirius slowly lifted his head and smirked at you when his grey eyes met yours. “Hey, love-”
“What the bloody hell happened to you?” you asked, kneeling down in front of him.
“Oh, this? Is nothing” he tried to chuckle but coughed instead. “You should see the other guy-”
“Black!” you said, placing your hand on his chin and getting closer to take a better look.
“I’m fine-”
“You are not fine! I am taking you to the Hospital Wing-”
“No! You can’t” he blurted out. It had been a rough full moon. Sirius might have taken the worst of it but he knew Remus was there and he was certain that he, James, and Peter were the only ones that knew about his ‘furry little problem’. “Uh- I mean… I’m fine” he said, trying to get up but failing.
“Yeah, clearly” you said, rolling your eyes as Sirius fell back down and let out a cry in pain. “Would you please let me help you?”
“Fine” he sighed. “I mean if you insist” he said as you knelt back down, rolling your eyes once more.
“Yes, please do me the favor” you said, grabbing his arm and placing it around your shoulders as you wrapped yours around his waist, instantly feeling blood on your hand. You slowly helped him up and started making your way to the nearest bathroom.
“Why are you awake even awake?”
“Why are you?”
“Fair enough” he muttered. Once you reached the bathroom, you led him to the sink and went to grab some towels.
“Take off your shirt” you instructed.
“Oh come on, Snape. If all you wanted was to take my clothes off, you could have just said so” he winked at you as he started unbuttoning his shirt.
“Shut up, Black!”
You glared at him as much as you could but you still cursed yourself when you felt the heat on your cheeks. Sirius was a very attractive man, you had always known that. Despite your hatred towards him, you weren’t blind. And he was definitely one of the most handsome guys in school.
“Like what you see, love?” he smirked, making you snap out of your thoughts. Dammit, I was staring. Get it together (Y/N)!
“You mean that big cut you have on your left side?” you asked, grabbing what you needed and turning to face him.
“Whatever you say, Snape” he kept on smirking. “So, what are you doing up so late?”
“It’s four in the morning” you reminded him.
“Fine, so early in the morning on a Saturday” he said, rolling his eyes.
“I um… couldn’t sleep” you simply said. Sirius arched his eyebrow at you but you did your best to ignore it. “You?”
“Out for a walk” he said, casually and then he heard you gasp softly. “What?”
“N-nothing” you said, clearing your throat, but you couldn’t take your eyes off them.
Scars. Underneath his recent bruises and cuts, you could definitely see them. They were in his arms and torso, and through the mirror, you noticed the ones on his back. You know what they were. You had cleaned them off Severus a million times.
“You done staring?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts once more.
“Sorry” you murmured before you finished patching up his wound and he quickly put his shirt back on. You noticed how he tensed up and his behavior shifted. Sirius cursed himself, looking away. He had hoped that since it was still dark, you wouldn’t be able to see them. But of course, you would. And he hated that you did. He hated that you knew what those were because you probably had them too. “Let me look at your arm” you snapped him out of his thoughts and he hesitantly put out his right arm. “This is a really deep cut, Black. How did you get it?”
“I tripped” he said, shrugging his shoulders. You looked at him with an arched eyebrow. “Look, I don’t appreciate all of these questions. You offered to help, so either help me or go” he said defiantly. You glared at him and rolled your eyes.
“Fine, I’ll go” you said, turning around and you were about to leave but Sirius grabbed your wrist and stopped you.
“Okay, but before you go... could you please help me?” he pouted. You could see he was in a lot of pain and you felt a tug in your heart at the sound of his voice. So you sighed and nodded.
“Fine” you said, pulling out your wand and placing it over Sirius’ forearm and looked him in the eyes. “This is going to sting” you warned him.
“I can take it, love. I’ve taken Bludgers to the- FOR FUCK’S SAKE, SNAPE!” he cried, trying to remove his wrist from your grasp but you pulled him back. “Are you trying to fucking kill me?!”
“Quit whining. I’m almost done” you said, finishing the spell as Sirius felt the burning sensation slowly die.
“What the bloody hell was that?” he asked, holding his arm with his other hand.
“Your cut is gone” you informed him and he turned to look at his arm where the cut had disappeared. “You’re welcome” you smirked at him.
“You’re welcome? You almost burned off my arm-!”
“Don’t be so dramatic, Black. I’ve had deeper cuts than tha-” you stopped mid-sentence.
“How?” he asked with a hint of anger in his voice.
“I’m a very clumsy person” you stated quickly before you grabbed a washcloth and soaked it in warm water. You nervously stood in front of Sirius, a little closer, and tried to ignore how fast your heart was beating. “Y-you have a few cuts on your face” you said, feeling your cheeks burning.
“You’re not touching that. I won’t let you do to my face what you just did to my arm! My face is my favorite part of me-”
“Don’t be such a baby, Black. I’m not using my wand, am I?” you said, showing him the washcloth.
“I don’t care! It’s going to sting” he complained.
“Just stay still!” you complained as you grabbed his chin with your hand and placed the cloth underneath his left eye.
“It fucking hurts, love!”
“Don’t call me love and it wouldn’t hurt as much if you stopped moving!” you told him.
“Fine!” he sighed, giving up but kept on pouting as you kept on cleaning his bruised and bloody face.
“So” you cleared your throat after a moment of silence. “Are you going to tell me what happened to you or…?”
“Nothing” he mumbled. “Like I said, I just… tripped-”
“In the Forbidden Forest?” you asked, sarcastically and he rolled his eyes.
“It’s not important” he said, looking away.
“Fine, you don’t have to tell me” you gave up as he flinched away from a small cut you tried to fix on his forehead. “Sorry” you said, feeling an ache in your heart.
“It’s fine, love” he said, softly. This time, you didn’t mind the pet name. “Why are you being so nice to me?” he asked, making you look him in the eyes.
“Didn’t I ask you that a couple of weeks ago?” you asked and he let out a soft chuckle.
“Well… yes, but I said I was being nice to you because I wanted to apologize to you” he said.
“Well, I’ve always been nice to you, Black” you said, as you continued to fix his wounds.
“No, you haven’t. You’re always yelling at me for being stupid-”
“That’s because you always say stupid things to me or play stupid pranks on me” you informed him.
“Oh…” he said, feeling his cheeks burning a little. You were right. Most of your interactions were because he started teasing you in some way. He realized you always even tried to just stay out of his way. “Right… I’m sorry” he muttered.
“It’s fine” you shrugged it off. “You’re not being stupid now” you said, making him look up at you. “I mean, I assume since you still won’t tell me how you got hurt” you added, making a small smile appear on his face. “But… you really haven’t been since…” you sighed. “Since I fell on the lake” you muttered quietly, but he heard you and he noticed you were still looking at some of his old scars in his arms. “Do you… trip in the Forbidden Forest a lot?”
“Do you fall into the Great Lake a lot?” he replied and you glared a little at him.
“Fair enough” you mumbled.
“Sorry” he said, softly. “I shouldn’t have said that.”
“It’s fine” you said, returning to fix his cheek. “I’m done” you smiled wearily at him.
“Thank you for helping me” he said.
“Um, y-you’re welcome” you said, feeling nervous all of the sudden.
“I’ve got to admit, you’re pretty good at patching up wounds, love” he said, smirking, returning to his old self.
“Um… thanks” you smiled, as you put your stuff away. “I’ve… had some practice” you said, making Sirius widen his eyes at you. “I help Madam Pomfrey sometimes” you explained. “I would… like to become a healer one day” you said, feeling your cheeks burn a little.
“Oh” he let out a sigh of relief. “Well, if you’d like to practice, I’m always happy to help” he laughed, winking at you.
“I’d rather you not hurt yourself doing stupid things with Potter and Pettigrew” you laughed a little as well. “But… if you do um, need it, I’d be happy to help you” you told him.
“I’ll keep that in mind” he said, smirk still in place.
“Get some rest” you advised him. “You should feel better when you wake up” you assured him.
“Noted” he said, as you walked towards the door. “Hey um” he said, making you look back at him. “Thanks again, Snape” he said. “I mean it.”
“Don’t mention it, Black” you said, before walking out of the bathroom.
To Be Continued
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A/N: I hope you guys liked it! xD what do you think? part 3? :)
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pillow princess
remus and sirius find out reader is james’s pillow princess
Marauders x Fem!reader. Casual discussions of sex, d/s, degradation, oral (male receiving), threesome, riding, crying, praise, dirty talk, daddy kink, smoking
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James lets out a heavy sigh as he collides with the common room couch, his quidditch bag meeting the ground with an equally heavy thud.
“Hard practice?” Remus inquires, not looking up from the book his nose is buried in. Beside him, Sirius is lighting a cigarette behind cupped hands.
“I’d say. Can hardly feel m’bloody legs.” James mutters, lethargic limbs spread wide on the sofa’s expanse. The boys’ conversation comes to a halt as you saunter into the room.
“Jamie” you whine upon seeing the familiar mop of dark curls peeking over the back of the couch, quickly making your way over and seating yourself in his open lap. Your fingers curl anxiously around the material of his quidditch uniform, fixing him with a pout. “Was lookin’ for you.”
“I was at practice, bug, y’know that” he murmurs, large hand moving to rub soothingly at your back.
“Need you” you whimper, shifting atop him, ignoring the soft snickers the two boys behind you let out. James simpers.
“Yeah? Y’feelin’ needy?” He questions tauntingly, reaching up to cup your chin. You nod, keeping your gaze wide and pleading.
“Yes, daddy,” more snickers fall on deaf ears “right now.” You give his uniform a firm tug to drive the point home.
“Alright, alright.” He sighs, pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Go upstairs and wait f’me, babydoll. Daddy’ll come take care of you.” You grin at the assurance, leaning forward to press a brief kiss of gratitude to his lips.
“Thank you!” You hop off his lap, a new, eager skip in your step as you bounce up the stairs. “Hurry, please!” Is the last the boys hear before the familiar, distant open and close of their dormitory door.
James heaves himself to his feet with a groan, legs aching from his previous exertion.
“Gods, I love ‘er, but this may near kill me.” He complains half jokingly as he throws his bag over his shoulder.
“Just have ‘er ride you, mate.” Sirius suggests casually around the fag between his lips, thumb flicking the spark wheel of his lighter idly. James lets out a breathy laugh.
“Yeah, right.”
“Whaddya mean yeah right?” Remus pipes up now, brown eyes finally flitting up from the pages before them. James blinks at him, caught off guard by his question.
“Well- that’s just- it doesn’t really work like that.”
“Y’mean she doesn’t ride you?” Sirius scoffs, the beginnings of a goading smirk forming on his face. James swallows.
“No…”
“Fine, then.” Remus holds back any taunts in favor of trying to offer more suggestions. “Just eat her out, that’ll be easier on you. Then have her return the favor.” James shifts his weight awkwardly from one foot to the other, shaking his head.
“I’d still have to fuck her.”
“Why?”
“Cause she doesn’t do that-“ James’s words are cut off by a bark of Sirius’s laughter.
“Lemme get this straight.” He pulls the cigarette out of his mouth with two fingers. “The girl calls you daddy, but you don’t have her get on her knees for you?”
Bright crimson paints the apples of James’s cheeks. “Yeah…” Sirius lets out another bought of laughter, elbowing Remus, who’s now letting out soft chuckles himself.
“Jamie’s got himself a little pillow princess.” Sirius sneers, giving James a mocking grin before sucking in another lungful of smoke. James’s flush deepens.
“I do not!”
“You kinda do, mate.” Remus admits, his taunting smirk more subtle but still present. “She’s got you wrapped around her finger.”
“No, no, I’m in charge-“ James tries to insist, but Sirius cuts him off.
“Not really, not with you spoilin’ her like that.” He points out, giving James pause. As the words sink in the bespectacled boy lets out a sigh.
“I don’t wanna be mean to her.”
“‘S not being mean, James.” Remus puts down his book, looking at the younger male seriously. “You’re her dom, you have a right to make some demands. And she has a safe word, yeah?” James nods. “Exactly. If she’s really not comfortable, she can let you know.”
“You’ve just gotta give her a little push, show ‘er who’s boss.” Sirius pipes up, the words coming out with a plume of smoke. James’s fingers scratch unsurely at the back of his head.
“That’s not really my strong suit.”
“We could help.” James’s eyes widen at Remus’s words, his arm falling to his side in a beat of shocked silence.
“You’re joking.”
“I’m not.” James can tell from his expression that he isn’t, but it still doesn’t seem plausible. Remus shrugs. “Only if you want us to, of course.”
James’s eyes flit between the two boys, Remus’s gaze genuine and Sirius’s hopeful. He considers his options- he’s really not good at being firm, you really do have him totally whipped, he trusts both boys completely, and you could of course say no if you weren’t comfortable.
“Yeah… alright.” He says after a moment, the words slow but sure. Sirius’s expression breaks out into an all out grin.
“Oh fuck yeah.” He’s up in an instant, leaning down to smoosh his cigarette into the glass ashtray on the coffee table. “Let’s go.” James’s eyes widen.
“Now?”
“Yeah, now.” The raven haired male says. “Unless you wanna go up there and fuck her.” He gestures to James’s still aching legs, and the thought alone of doing anything strenuous with them feels painful. James nods.
“Right. Let’s go, then.”
“Finally” you gripe as you hear the door open, sitting up in James’s bed, pleased to be getting the attention you’ve been waiting for. A confused expression settles on your features, however, when behind your boyfriend enter Remus and Sirius.
“What’re you guys doing here?”
“They wanted to come help me with somethin’, baby.” James explains, though his words only make your brows furrow more.
“Thought you were gonna… y’know, take care of me” you murmur, further extending your lower lip as your fingers toy with the hem of your skirt. You scowl as Sirius plops down beside you on the foot of James’s bed.
“Prongs takes care of you a lot, doesn’t he?” Sirius croons, angling his body towards you as he awaits your answer.
“Uh… yeah.”
“Well, darling, don’t you think you outta return the favor?” Remus asks now, stalking over to stand beside James, large hands stuffed in his pockets. You cock your head in confusion, making the boys simper.
“Whaddya mean return the favor?”
“We mean do the work for once, pup. Make him feel good.”
“Fucking me feels good!” You defend, crossing your arms.
“Oh of course it does, doll-” James starts to coo, but Remus interjects.
“But all you’re doin’ is laying there and taking it. Y’gotta learn to put in some effort. You wanna make your daddy happy, don’t you?” The lycanthrope asks, making you nod eagerly, and James silently marvels at his ability to know exactly what to say to have you agreeing without complaint.
“Atta girl” Sirius croons, reaching out to cup your face. “We’re gonna help teach y’how to please Prongs, alright? Gonna be good for us?” Your cunt pulses at the question, and the soft stroke of his thumb over your jaw, and your head bobbles in another nod.
“Mhm.”
“Use your words with us, please.” Remus instructs, making you quickly realize that he runs things a bit differently than James does.
“Yes, I’ll be good.” You parrot, making the boys smirk.
“Better.” Remus reaches out to grasp your arm, firmly guiding you to your feet, and Sirius follows. “Now, up you get. And you sit down, James, get comfortable.”
You watch as your dom does just that, seating himself on the foot of the bed, legs comfortably wide. Your mouth waters when you catch the prominent bulge in his trousers. Sirius must notice you staring, as he lets out a snicker.
“Y’see that, puppy? Y’want his cock?” He taunts, and you nod. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me. In my pussy” you murmur, rubbing your thighs together in an attempt to quell the aching of your core. Sirius tuts, slender fingers coming out to grasp your face, squeezing enough to make your lips jut out.
“I dunno about that, doll, you’re practically drooling.” He gives your head a little shake before releasing his grip. “Why don’t you get on your knees, try havin’ it in your mouth?”
“But-“ Remus’s hands are on your shoulders, pushing you downwards with a heavy pressure.
“That wasn’t actually a question, love.” You whimper as your knees hit the floor. “Go on and get his cock out, no more fuckin’ around.”
You pout but do as he says, reaching out to work open the button of James’s fly before tugging down the zipper. Your gaze flits upwards to your boyfriend’s face, and you feel a surge of pride at his blown pupils and all around hungry expression.
“Good girl, babydoll, y’look so pretty down on your knees f’me.” James praises, making your heart flutter. You pull down the elastic of his boxers to allow his hard length to spring free, licking your lips as the rouged member rests heavily against his abdomen.
“Go on, poppet.” Remus coaxes. “Give it a few strokes first, then get it in y’mouth.” You nod and follow his instructions, reaching out to grasp James’s thick cock. You stroke upwards along the velvety shaft, noting the way the action makes his breath hitch. You repeat the motion a few more times, feeling his cock swell to full hardness beneath your fingertips.
“Alright, that’s enough. Get to it.” Remus prompts after a while. You swallow, glancing up at James unsurely. He offers you a soft smile and a reassuring nod.
“Do what he says, baby, c’mon. I wanna feel y’mouth.” He murmurs, reaching out to gently grasp the back of your head and coax you forwards. You let him guide you, let your lips fall open as you angle his cock and feed it into your mouth.
It feels heavy on your tongue, the blunt head warm and unfamiliar, and a musky, salty flavor bleeds onto your tastebuds, making your nose scrunch up.
“Suck, pup, like ‘s one of your sweets.” You hear Sirius’s voice instruct. You listen, suckling on James’s cock like you would a lollipop. James lets out a pleased sigh, and the noise eggs you on. You swirl your tongue experimentally around the tip, occasionally teasing it in his slit, and feel more pride swell within you when James releases a soft moan.
“Good girl, angel, just like that.” His voice sounds breathless as you continue your ministrations.
“See, darling? You’re making your daddy feel so good.” Remus coos, further encouraging you.
“Alright, let’s go deeper now.” Your eyes widen slightly at Sirius’s words, and then even further when you feel the firm pressure of his hand at the back of your head. He pushes you down, feeding more of James’s cock past your lips until his head sponges over the back of your throat, making you gag. His hold doesn’t let up.
“Breathe through your nose, bunny, and swallow. Concentrate on not gagging.” You do your best to follow Remus’s firm instructions, the channel of your throat fluttering around James’s shaft as you struggle not to choke, making him moan at the tight sensation. You’re unable to hold back another violent gag, and finally Sirius’s hold lets up, allowing you to pull off James’s cock, sputtering and coughing as you suck in lungfulls of air.
“Fuck, baby, you okay?” James asks, concern evident alongside the arousal in his tone. Before you regain the ability to speak, Remus does so for you.
“She’s fine, Prongs, just needs a second.” He reaches down, his touch surprisingly soft as it strokes over your head. “This is how she learns.”
You’ve finally regained control of your breathing, and you look up at James with watery eyes, wet trails mapping the paths of tears on your cheeks. Your boyfriend coos, reaching out to thumb away the moisture.
“Here, pup, I’ll help.” Sirius offers, catching on to your struggle. He reaches out and grasps James’s cock without hesitation, making the male gasp. “Lemme show you- watch closely.”
Without missing a beat Sirius leans forward, taking at first the head of James’s cock into his mouth.
“Fuckin hell, Pads- oh” James’s words end in a pleasured gasp as Sirius pushes forward. You watch in wide eyed awe as the clearly well practiced male takes the entire length of your boyfriend’s cock down his throat, the column of it bulging slightly, until his nose is nestled in James’s pubic hair.
“Y’see that, doll?” Remus murmurs, crouching down beside you to direct your gaze. “You can tell he’s breathin’ through his nose. And he’s keeping his eyes up so Jamie can see how pretty they are when they’re filled with tears.” You nod dumbly, engrossed in the erotic sight before you. Sirius’s throat spasms slightly, but to your astonishment he doesn’t pull back, and James lets out an outright moan.
“And there he swallowed, probably to keep from gagging. That feels really good f’James, makes his throat nice and tight around his cock.” Remus explains. Your eyes dart up once again to James’s face, finding his head thrown back, cheeks flushed pink with pleasure, lips slack as he lets out gasping breaths. You find yourself desperate to be the one making him feel that good.
“My turn.” You whine, fingers curling around Sirius’s slender shoulders to tug him back. The man cooperates, letting James’s cock slip from his throat as he sits back on his heels. Beside you, Remus simpers.
“You wanna make y’daddy feel good, pretty thing?” The lycanthrope croons. You nod, scooting into position between James’s legs the second Sirius moves away. “That’s a good girl. See, Prongs, that’s how it should be.”
“You’re damn right. Can’t get enough of ‘er sweet mouth now.” James voices, reaching out to cup your face and tenderly guide you back to his cock. The immediate groan he lets out the moment your lips make contact is enough to have moisture pooling in your panties.
You do your best to put your newfound knowledge to use, making sure to breathe through your nose as you lower your face down on James’s cock. You get deeper than the last time before you’re gagging, and this time you manage to stifle it, trying not to panic so you can work past the reflex and seat the length fully in your throat.
You don’t get quite as deep as Sirius- James’s thatch of curls just barely tickles at the end of your nose- but he’s well down your throat. And if the muttered curses the boy lets out- along with the murmured praises from the others- are anything to go by, what you’ve done is more than good enough. You keep your eyes trained upwards, blinking through the tears that spill over your waterline and roll down your cheeks, internally thrilling when James glances down at you and breathes out an awed “so fuckin’ pretty”.
You pull out the last trick up your sleeve, flexing the muscles of your throat to swallow around the thick shaft in your mouth.
“Bloody hell” James’s voice is choked, strained with the intensity of the stimulation, and his hips jerk subconsciously, ripping a true gag out of you.
“Off, off.” Remus’s voice is low and commanding as he reaches out to grip your hair, yanking you back and tearing James’s cock from your throat. You sputter somewhat, vision cloudy with tears, and you can just barely make out James’s trembling form on the bed before you. He’s fallen back on his elbows, chest heaving, cock bright red and slapping against his abdomen in a needy bounce.
“What the fuck, Moons.” He growls, voice lower than you’ve ever heard. Your cunt gives a dull pulse.
“Didn’t want you to cum yet, mate, we’re not done. Figured you’d rather finish in her pussy, eh?” You feel a thrill of excitement at Remus’s words, tear streaked face lighting up.
“Daddy’s gonna fuck me?” You ask excitedly, looking at the lycanthrope with wide eyes as he pulls you to your feet with a low chuckle.
“More or less, sweetheart.” His thumb comes out to swipe a smear of drool off your chin before Sirius turns you by your shoulders to face James.
“You’re gonna ride him.” The raven haired boy states, and you slump in disappointment.
“That’s hard-“
“Ah ah.” Remus chastises, reaching over to pull down your skirt and panties, letting them fall around your ankles in a soft heap. “Your job is to please your daddy, remember? Doesn’t matter if ‘s hard, this is for him. You’ve gotta listen.” When you open your mouth to argue, clearly not convinced, Remus looks at your boyfriend expectantly. “Isn’t that right, Prongs?” Your gaze shifts to the boy.
“That’s right, Moons.” He agrees, looking at you with a raised brow. “Don’t you wanna be a good girl f’me, babydoll?” He inquires.
“Yes, daddy.” You immediately whimper, that desperate need to please bubbling up inside you once more.
“Good. So you’re gonna listen to Remus and Sirius and let them show you how to ride me, alright?” The clear instructions from your dom are all it takes to get you back on board.
“Yes daddy.” You repeat the agreement, making James smile, and the show of approval makes your heart swell.
“Right. Now, puppy, get in Prongs’s lap, just like you did earlier.” Sirius instructs, coaxing you with a gentle push to your back. You step over to James and do as Sirius instructed, moving so your knees are on either side of James’s thighs in a straddling position.
“Atta girl.” Remus says now, stepping up close to grasp James’s cock at its base. You whimper as you feel it rub against you. “‘M gonna get it lined up, now,” you feel it prod against your entrance, “there we are. Now lower down, sweet girl, sit down on his cock.”
You follow Remus’s instructions immediately, letting out a lewd moan as James’s cock breaches your entrance and sheathes fully inside you, your bare thighs coming to rest atop his clothed ones. The unfamiliar angle has his head pressing against new, sensitive areas within you, and you still, eyes squeezed shut as you struggle to process the overwhelming feeling. You’re brought back to reality by cool, smooth hands grasping you at your waist.
“Y’gotta move, puppy, can’t just sit there like you usually do.” Sirius snarks, lifting upwards to guide your body in a bounce. You whimper at what you perceive to be the difficult task of lifting yourself up and down, starting up a sloppy, rhythm-less pace atop James’s lap.
“Easy, love, move prettier than that.” Remus pipes up, prompting Sirius to tighten his grip in an attempt to clean up your movements. He has some success, hoisting you up and down to a steady beat, and finally a moan of pleasure spills from James’s lips in recognition of your efforts. 
“That’s better. Now show her how to roll her hips, Pads- y’gotta rotate when you go down, bun.” Remus further instructs. On your next descent Sirius puts alternating pressure on your hips, guiding you in a circular grind that has James’s cock rubbing against all of your velvet walls, hitting every point inside you. You let out a breathy moan to match his low groan as pleasure spreads through you like wildfire.
‘Good girl baby, fuck. Keep goin’ like that and I won’t last much longer.” James sounds strained, just about as strained as your trembling legs feel with the exertion of your bouncing. You whimper.
“That’s a good thing, bunny.” Remus says as James’s hands come up to knead at the soft flesh of your clothed breasts. “I can tell you’re getting close too, you’re having trouble keepin’ this up- and when you’re riding you wanna cum when James does, so you aren’t too fucked out to finish him off.” Your head bobbles in a vague nod, bleary, near orgasmic mind just barely able to process the words.
“I got ‘er, Pads.” James grits out, his familiar large hands moving to replace Sirius’s own on your hips. They support your form the same as Sirius’s had, though now they pull you forward. “C’mere baby,” you crash into James for a messy, tooth-knocking kiss before one of his hands finds the back of your neck to hold you to his shoulder.
“Gonna cum, babydoll, gonna fill up your pretty pussy.” He growls, low gravelly tone reflecting his nearing release. His other hand grips your ass bruisingly, yanking you up and down in those final thrusts that hit right on your g-spot and have you seeing stars.
His hips give one quick, deep snap upwards as he spills into you with a low groan, and the feeling of his warm cum flooding your channel is enough to send you over the edge. You fall limp against him as you cum, your moan silent to your cotton-stuffed ears but deafening to everyone else present.
“Fucking hell” Sirius breathes out at the sight, hand palming himself through his trousers. Your chest heaves against James’s, your head lolling atop his shoulder as he turns to kiss and nip gently at your neck while you both come down from your highs. 
“Good job, angel.” James murmurs breathlessly against your neck, making you smile.
“Did a good job for you, daddy?” You murmur blearily, head pleasantly fuzzy in your afterglow.
“Mhm. That was bloody incredible.” His hand rubs up and down on your back, and he flashes the spectating boys a toothy, blissed-out grin. 
“Glad you two enjoyed yourselves.” Remus quips, his own grin made evident by his tone. You hum dreamily, still too bleary to formulate any other response as you bask in the warmth of James’s body and drink in his musky post-coital scent.
“You think you’ll actually make her pull her weight from here on out, Prongs?” Sirius asks. You can feel James’s head move against you in a nod.
“Without a doubt.” Your boyfriend responds, pressing a kiss to the side of your skull. “Though, I’ve gotta admit, most of the time I don’t really mind having my own little pillow princess.”
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earlgreydream · 27 days ago
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𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. || 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐝/𝐬, 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲
𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭: 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨.
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James entered the boys’ shared dorm, restless and needy. He’d been wound tight and was in desperate need of release.
The sight of you sitting at his desk in just a sweater and a pair of panties nearly made him feral. At the sound of his tongue clicking, your eyes left the page of the potions book spread out on the desk.
“Hi, Jamie!” You breathed innocently, almost making the boy feel bad for what he was about to do to you.
“Come here, bunny.”
The sternness in his tone confused you, but you obeyed anyways, going to stand between his knees as he sat on the edge of the bed.
“I don’t like it when you’re bad.”
“I haven’t been bad!” You gasped, surprised by the accusation.
It was true, you’d been the closest thing to angelic, even earning praise for your behavior from Remus. You’d been trying extra-hard after a short bout of brattiness around finals, an attitude that was quickly corrected by your three strict doms.
“You have, bunny. You need to be punished. Don’t argue, now,” he interrupted, making your stomach sink.
You didn’t want James to punish you worse, holding yourself back from arguing. Though, deep disdain filled you as he grabbed a plug and paddle from a drawer beside the bed.
“Skirt up, straddle my thigh,” James commanded, his hardening cock straining through the confines of his trousers as you obeyed.
Your legs dropped on either side of his, your chest lying down on the bed, your bum in the air with your skirt flipped up, exposing your bottom to James.
He impatiently shoved your panties down, revealing your pussy to his gaze. James studied the lines of your body, tracing his fingertips along the curves. You didn’t understand what you did, or why you were in trouble. Your cheek rested on the sheets, dampening with tears.
“Please don’t,” you whined, feeling the tip of the big plug push against your tight hole. 
“Hush,” James commanded, pushing it in with a painful thrust. You choked on a soft cry, whimpering at the discomfort. It ached, your muscles clenching around the unrelenting steel that stretched you further than you liked. James knew you hated being plugged, so you figured you must have done something to really earn yourself a punishment, the idea never occurring to you that he was just doing this out of sadistic horniness. 
The first slap landed to your tender backside sent a wave of pain through you, the following blows only increasing the sting. He continued even as a wail escaped your lips, his fingers pushing into your soaking pussy between every few spanks. 
The door swung open, and James’ movements suddenly froze, his hand coming to a stop on your hip. 
“James, what the hell?” Remus’ voice scared both of you. 
“I’m taking my punishment like a good girl,” you whimpered, praying you wouldn’t endure the wrath of the two that just walked in.
“What has she done?” Remus demanded to know, immediately recognizing the guilt in James’ expression. 
“James,” Sirius snapped when he didn’t answer. 
“She hasn’t done anything...” he admitted softly, sinking under the two men that were dominating to him. 
“So what on earth do you think you’re doing?” Remus hissed. 
“I was just... I’m horny, and I wanted her-”
You squirmed off of his lap, limping as you threw yourself into Sirius. He hugged you tightly, kissing your head and wiping your tears, while Remus hauled James roughly off of the bed. 
“You’re not going to come for weeks and you’re going to to apologize to bunny,” Remus snarled, pulling James’ head back by his hair. 
“I’m s-sorry,” James stuttered in fear, but you turned your face away from him.
“Let’s get this out, bunny. I know you hate it,” Sirius spoke softly, his fingers hooking around the sparkly base of the plug. You buried your face in his chest, yelping as he tugged the widest part out with a pop. After the initial ache wore off, you felt better, minus your stinging bottom. 
Sirius rubbed some lotion on it, giving you the opportunity to see Remus laying into James with a belt. Even after his mischief, you winced on his behalf as the leather connected with his fair skin. 
“Let me take care of you, sweetheart,” Sirius soothed. 
You moaned as he laid you out on the bed, immediately diving between your thighs. His skilled tongue explored your sex, his nose nudging your clit as he breached your sopping entrance. 
The warm muscle fucked into you, hums of vibration making pleasure radiate up your spine and spark at your fingertips. Your hands carded into his wavy hair, rocking your cunt against his starving mouth. The man let you use him to get off, wanting to reward you.
Remus watched you writhe in ecstasy as Sirius ate you out, awarding you mind blowing pleasure to make up for the undeserved pain you’d received.
“Sweet girl, you look so pretty,” Remus praised, leaving James handcuffed to the bedpost to watch you come hard as Remus’ mouth explored your breasts.
James’ pathetic whimper went ignored by the three of you as you creamed on Sirius’ tongue, overstimulated by Remus sucking on your nipples.
You were out of breath when they pulled away, letting you rest when you let them know you’d had enough.
“All done?“ Remus asked you sweetly, brushing a stray hair from your eyes.
“Mhm,” you nodded breathlessly, pouting your lips for a kiss.
Sirius returned with a warm washcloth, gently cleaning the mess between your thighs. You hissed at the tenderness, and he apologized, littering kisses to your hips.
“I know, bunny, I’m sorry. Can’t let you be filthy,” he apologized, pulling on James’ hair as he passed.
“Going to get you all nice and cozy,” Remus promised, pulling his sweater over your head and slipping soft panties up your leg, careful of your sore backside.
“I’m your good girl, daddy?” You mumbled, gazing up at the lycanthrope with glassy eyes.
“My best girl. You’re so good, angel,” he promised, shooting James a ‘look-what-you-did’ look.
“M’sorry, bunny,” James mewled, finally catching your gaze.
“It’s okay,” you said quietly, watching him kneel on the floor as Sirius and Remus cuddled you in bed.
Your eyelids grew heavy, and you relaxed, listening to Remus read aloud, one of his hands gently rubbing your thigh. Your head rested on Sirius’ tattooed chest, smirking a little bit at James as he was punished.
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havenchy · 2 months ago
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Marauders Fic Rec
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— sending my love and appreciation to all of these writers! <33
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🤎 - fav ❀ - fluff ❂ - hurt/comfort ✵ - angst
Poly! Marauders
mafia! marauders dialogue ❀ - @velvetcloxds
fifth ❀ - @earlgreydream 🤎
neglected ❂ - @saintlike78
the marauders' hair salon ❀ - @akraziia
x hufflepuff!reader ❀ - @thotbutpurple
picnic ❀ - @crystal-dee 🤎
tough love ❂ - @saintlike78
baby ❂ - @slut-4-rafe
reprieve ❂ - @acosmis-t
greedy ✵❂ - @saintlike78
exams ❂ - @anordinarymuse
"i hope you like back rubs then" ❀ - @yourlocalmaraudersbabe 🤎
S. Black
sirius dialogue ❀ - @saintlike78
his little songbird ❀ - @velvetcloxds
maybe i didn't lose after all ❀ - @shaynawrites23
countless nights ❂ - @thewinchestergirl1208
my little star ❀ - @daisycinema 🤎
baby boy & man ❀ - @soupandsimple
oh my lonely heart pt.2 ✵❂ - @bigvogues 🤎
hug ❀ - @henqtic
right here with me ❂ - @v1oletvenus
three fatal words ❂ - @wreckofawriter
tears ❂ - @once-upon-an-imagine
your dog ❀ - @wreckofawriter 🤎
J. Potter
golden retriver boy ❀ - @toms-diary 🤎
missing you ❀ - @m4r13l3y
present ❂ - @selenesheart
falling for him ❀ - @quindolyn
james coming to you for comfort on a stresful day ❂ - @siredtohayleymarshall
imitation ❂ - @randomoutsiders 🤎
hugs ❀ - @darthwheezely 🤎
helping him with his insecurities ❂ - @jamespottersmommy
never been more sure ❂ - @jamespottertheloml
helping with you sleep ❂ - @st0nesnglitter
four-eyes ❀ - @sarahisslytherin
i love you ❀ - @slycassini
R. Lupin
remus blurb ❀ - @themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy
you and me, always forever ❂ - @sagepotters
"but you did insult my boyfriend, and that simply won't slide" ❀ - @hello-everyfandom
"look at us, dating a year and we already have children" ❀ - @hello-everyfandom 🤎
puppy ❀ - @messers-moony
i need you ❂ - @flower-chaser
g'night, my darling girl ❀ - @isolemlyswear
always with me ❂ - @spxllcxstxr
chocolates and love letters ❀ - @iwritesiriusly
spilling bear and secrets, dear! ❀ - @salazarslytherin
red noses ❀ - @sunrisefairy 🤎
soft like wildflowers ❀ - @nancybycrs 🤎
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morozovastarless · 2 months ago
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jealousy, jealousy
summary: harry’s friends have a thing for his mom. james can't help but turn a little green in the eye.
warnings: none
word count: 1.1k
a/n: i've had this one in my drafts for a while and i thought why not post it?
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you finish putting the nachos in a bowl just as loud shouts come in from the living room. you shake your head as you listen to harry and his friend’s curse loudly, praying to god they don’t throw a controller at the wall like the last time.
you look at james, who’s leaning against the mantle next to you and holding back a laugh at your exasperated expression. “you know it’s gonna be you the one to fix it if they break something, right?”
he shrugs and tries to steal a few chips only to have you swat his hand, although it doesn’t deter him. “let them have their fun,” he says through a mouthful. “they’ll be back at school in a few days and then you’ll start crying ‘cause you miss the noise.”
embarrassment floods your cheeks, but you roll your eyes as though unaffected. “i do not cry, james.”
now he laughs loudly, remembering the night four months ago when he woke up to your sobs as you looked through pictures of harry on your phone.
he places his hand on the small of your back and pulls you closer. “sure you don’t, baby.”
you soak up his embrace before trying to change the subject, not content with james slight teasing. “i have to go to the store, can you pick me up in thirty minutes?”
he hums, watching as you add the sugar to the pitcher of lemonade and leaning down to press soft and wet kisses on the column of your neck, mumbling about how pretty and what a good housewife you are.
now you are sure your cheeks resemble the heat of a fire. “james,” you whisper while trying to pull away from him. “you can’t do that, the kids are right there.”
he grumbles and pouts like a child. he can kiss you whenever he damn wants to, he thinks, it’s his house and his wife, for fucks sake!
he doesn’t relent his silent tantrum until you kiss him properly, your lips moulding against his as though they were made for each other. you bite his lower lip and he groans lowly. “later,” you promise, then turn around and take the tray and the jug in your hands.
james stares as you make your way to the living room, the little sundress you’re wearing fluttering around you like water. what a fucking tease, he groans in his mind. but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
“hi, boys!” you greet happily, your voice carrying back to the kitchen where james listens attentively. “i brought you some snacks in case you got hungry,” you lean down to place the items on the coffee table.
you don’t notice the way the weasley twins stare right at your ass, nor the glare that harry sends them.
“i have to go to the store, s’there anything you need, bubs?” you ask harry, smoothing down his hair even though you know it’s as uncontrollable as his father’s.
“no, mom. thank you,” he says with a smile.
you mumble an ‘okay’, then turn to make your way to the second floor to freshen up before going out into the heat.
seamus is about to open his mouth when you turn unexpectedly. six pairs of eyes stare at you as you put your hands on your hips. “please don’t break anything,” you beg lightly. “i don’t want to ask jamie to fix another hole in the wall.”
“can’t make any promises, mrs. potter,” jokes fred. he doesn’t know this, but your heart soars whenever someone addresses you as mrs. potter.
“don’t make me call your mother, fred,” you threaten without any fire. the boys know very well that you and james were never ones to snitch.
fred looks scandalised for a second before a smirk takes over his face. “how d’you know i’m fred? s’because i’m the handsome one, innit?”
james grits his teeth as he listens to the redhead flirt with his wife. you laugh, unknowingly making the hearts of all the males skip a beat. “whatever helps you sleep at night, fred," you say airily. "but according to hermione, it's george the heartthrob."
and then you’re gliding up the stairs, five boys staring hypnotised at the place where you stood.
“man,” whispers seamus. “your mom is so fucking hot, harry.”
“shut the fuck up, seamus,” grunts harry, angrily biting into a nacho.
george whistles lowly, then turns to his twin. “think she’ll give me a spanking if i break something?” the rest of the boys laugh, except for harry, who keeps eating angrily.
james is in a similar position, biting an apple with a little too much force. he hates that every time harry’s friends come over they always stare at you and even try to flirt. as if they couldn’t see the golden band around your finger or the way you always clung to james’s side.
he knows it’s stupid to be jealous of some horny teenagers, especially when he has you writhing under him almost every night, but he can’t help it. he keeps listening, torturing his mind as he makes a mental note of everything they say.
your footsteps make everyone quiet down, and you step into the kitchen to grab the grocery list. “remember, pick me up in half an hour,” you say to james, one finger pointing at him.
he nods and salutes you. “yes, ma’am.” you laugh and shake your head, blowing him a kiss as you make your way to the front door.
“bye harry, bye boys,” you call over your shoulder. a chorus of “bye, mrs. potter” is heard and you’re just about to turn the handle when james calls your name.
“y’forgot your phone, poppet,” he says as he hands it to you.
you curse under your breath and take it, “thank you, darling.” you kiss him lightly, only to have his fingers tangle themselves in your hair as he forces your mouth open with his tongue, letting it play with yours as he turns you into a little moaning mess.
you don’t realise that the kids have a perfect view of your display of affection, but james does, and to further make his point, his other hand goes to your ass and squeezes one cheek harshly.
seamus and dean avert their eyes back to the video game, harry distracting himself from hearing his parents… dote on each other by throwing food at ron. but fred and george keep watching, jaws clenched as they listen to how much you love your husband’s touch.
you pull away out of breath, eyes still closed as you kiss under his jaw. “mhm, love you, james.”
he stares straight at the twins, a smirk on his lips and gives them a little wink. “love you too, angel.”
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comfortscripts · a month ago
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Only Mine ¬ Remus Lupin
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Kinktober Special
Plot - Remus likes to believe he is a logical man but the beast that lurks beneath is not and he is not willing to let you go that easily.
Genre - Smut ♧ {16+ Only}
Pairing - Remus Lupin x Fem!reader
Notes/Warnings - Size kink (reader is smaller), possessive sex, light choking, unprotected sex, dom/sub, jealous Remus, mix of degradation and praise, BREEDING.
Word Count - 1.2k
Days crept up and the power of the moon reaching its full potential began to flood through Remus, frying his senses and stirring up his primal aspects. The build up to the full moon was always interesting with the lanky wizard, varying phases presented themselves. Fatigue may set in or a insatiable hunger that cannot be subdued by chocolate but this time, the only thing he craved was you.
You were everything he had ever wanted and something he believed he would never deserve, but by some sweet twist of fate, you loved him almost as much as he loved you. On any logical day, the Gryffindor boy knew that your loyalty and love for him was unwavering but with the beast battling for control, his logic had abandoned him.
Head thrown back in laughter at the raven-haired Marauder's childish remark, Remus felt his grip splinter the desk beneath as he watched the scene unfold before him. His darkened eyes hardened on your figure as low growls emitted from his throat, jealously coursing through his veins at how close his charming friend was getting to you; his girl.
Slughorn's nasal drone faded into the background as the werewolf channelled his attention towards listening into the riveting conversation that Sirius and you were engaged in. Fighting the urge to pull you away from the playboy pureblood as he reminded himself of your loyalty but his resolve faded. Watching as Sirius leant closer to your figure to whisper hidden gossip, Remus shot up.
"Mr Lupin, everything alright?"
"Not feeling too well Sir, I think I need to head to the infirmary" Through gritted teeth, the clever boy lied to the oh-so naïve and caring Professor.
"Of course. Miss Y/L/N, could you escort him to the infirmary" As your eyes locked with the young man, you realised that whatever was going on had to do with the upcoming moon and with a subtle nod, you made your way towards the large oaken doors.
As soon as the door swung shut, Remus wrapped his calloused hand around your wrist with a bruising grip and marched with quickened paces further into the empty hallways, ignoring all confusion circling around you.
The Gryffindor wizard thanked Merlin when he realised that the door was unlocked. Dragging you into the abandoned classroom, hidden away from the prying eyes of anyone who dared glance at his girl. With a sharp flick of his wand, the wooden door clicked as it locked and with a grumbled voice, a silencing charm was cast.
"Remmy, what's wrong?"
Stalking closer to your smaller body, you took in his appearance. Eyes clouded with hurricanes of lust and jealousy as the veins on his lean arms threatened the surface of his scarred skin and the outline of his slowly hardening cock made you unknowingly tense up.
"Did you really think you could get away with it, huh? Fawning over him right in front of me?" Chest to chest as the possessive man loomed over your figure. His rough hand encased your tender neck with a delicious squeeze of pressure. "Oh no little pup, you must have forgotten that you belong to me. Looks like you need to be reminded."
Thighs clenched at his words as your core began to slicken in anticipation. Muttering a string of explanations but they fell on deaf ears as the man had already given into his primal side. Clash of his chapped lips against your plump ones as he began his sloppy onslaught of affection, tongue maintaining dominance in the dance of lust.
His slender fingers pushed their way between your supple thighs in search of your tight hole, clothed by your wettening panties. Tracing their way across your glistening folds as Remus drank in your begging whimpers, his digits threatened to dive into your warmth before breaking away entirely.
A protesting groan escaped your mouth as the taller man removed all touch, leaving you desperate for more. His lips quirked into a devious smirk as he engraved the picture into his mind, planning his next course of pleasure before settling his eyes on your little skirt, or more importantly, what's hidden beneath.
"Panties off now"
Swallowing a gulp at his command, you realise the intensity of the werewolf's desire and it sends heat flooding to your core. Cautiously sliding your panties down your thighs as your exposed core pulses at the cool sensation the freedom has brought. The large hand reached out to grasp the soaked cloth from your hands as he shoved the fabric into his pocket for "safe keeping".
"God, I can smell your drenched cunt from here. Who made you this wet, pup?"
"You did. Only you"
Pushing you against a discarded bookshelf as you braced your hands against the dusty wood, back to the lust-driven wizard. His hands attached themselves to your skirt-covered hips in a punishing grasp that was meant to leave a mark, his mark.
"Let me remind you who you belong to"
As the final syllable fell from his lips, his thick cock impaled your sopping hole with a powerful thrust. A strangled gasp escaped as you relished in the sheer size and pleasure of the aching stretch, walls clenching at the sudden fullness.
Hips rocking against yours as the sound of your bodies meeting filled the room with the accompaniment of your plethora of stuttered cries and wistful moans mixed with his guttural moans and filthy words. Pounding into your warmth at a viscous and punishing pace, his brain fogging up with the singular instinct to claim you.
"Fuck, gonna pump you full of my cum. Wouldn't you like that pup? Wanna be full with my seed?"
His lewd words reached a docile part of you that reactivated like a freight train, walls clenching around his throbbing length as if spurring him to cum deep inside. A chuckle rolled from his chest at your responsive body as he quickened his pace, needing to paint your pretty little hole with his cum.
The painful knot of your climax flooded your senses, begging for release as the feral man continued his deep assault into your tiny frame. Knees weakening as the strong man held your hips in place and eyes threatening to roll back in pleasure as the crescendo of your climax grew closer.
"Rem, fill me please. I wanna cum"
Those words sent the werewolf into a frenzy as he doubled his already severe speed, reaching deeper into your body than ever before and hammering at your sweet spot to make you see stars as you let your orgasm go. Tsunami of pleasure rushed through you as your body convulsed and chants of his name spilled from your lips. Remus pushed deep inside as he felt his orgasm rip through his body, thick ropes of his seed shot into your accepting warmth as if you were milking him for all he was worth.
"Take it like a good little slut. God, you're so full with my babies" Words leaving his mouth as the final waves of pleasure coursed through your bodies. His slowly softening cock gently being unsheathed with careful calculation to keep his seed in your plump little pussy.
Scurries of footsteps and chatters of young students filled the halls outside the sex-filled room, bringing the lovers back to reality. Pressing a tender kiss against your dishevelled hair, Remus slowly clothed himself and regained control of his more human side.
"Baby, I need my panties"
"Sorry, my love but no. You are going to walk around knowing that my cum is leaking from that pretty little pussy" Brushing a strand of hair away from your flushed face, he leant forward to whisper. "It's a reminder that you belong to me"
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quindolyn · 4 months ago
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subby Jamie fluffy (Smut?) where he wakes up in the middle of the night and sucks on the readers titties to drink from her tits because she's lactating after giving birth to their daughter. I don't know if this makes sense but I hope it does!
Lactation Kink || James Potter
A/N: I'm not even sure if I should include "kink" but I will admit that there are some very smutty overtones so read at your own discretion. I tweaked the request a little bit in terms of the circumstances but the bones are still there. I hope you enjoy.
Warnings: lactation kink, light sub!James and Dom!reader, not much I don't think, all acts are completely consensual and if they needed a safe word they'd have one
Word Count: 1851
Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were life savers. They could only watch their two closest friends creep closer and closer to death for so long before doing something about it.
After giving birth to a beautiful baby boy seven months ago you and James had come to understand a new definition of the word exhaustion. You were absolutely enamoured with your baby boy, James the same way if not worse, always keeping him cradled in his arms, Harry’s little head nestled into the crook of James’ arm.
Regardless, there is no amount of parental love to counteract the complete lack of sleep the two of you have endured. “Sleep when the baby sleeps” they all say, it's excellent in theory if only the baby would actually sleep.
No, instead you and James were subject to months of newborn induced insomnia,
You’d barely understood what Remus and Sirius were saying when they offered to watch your son for a few days, give you and James some time alone. Even though every part of your being screamed for you to take them up on their offer there was that small, annoyingly persistent, voice in the back of your head. The voice of maternal guilt.
Your friends wouldn’t hear any of your arguments, listening as you insisted that Harry was still far too young for you to leave him, you could barely stand a few hours, how were you supposed to survive days?
Despite your insistence that it was far too early to leave Harry with his godfathers for an extended weekend when the following Thursday rolled around you and James were rather unceremoniously kicked out of your own house, told that reservations had been made for you at an expensive spa and resort and that you were not to return home until the following Monday.
They’d even packed your bags for you.
You and James had successfully made it through the first night away from your baby, your quality of your sleep however was not up to par as you tossed and turned, worrying about the little boy you’d left at home.
Even cuddled up to Jamie’s chest your sleep was more like a light sheet over your consciousness giving you a shallow, unsatisfactory, reprieve.
What you needed was for sleep to hit you over the head with a baseball bat, knock you unconscious for hours and give your body time to recover.
After a long, exhausting day of taking advantage of the resort's numerous spa treatments, your wish of deep, meaningful sleep seemed as though it might actually just come true.
Minutes after laying your head down on the pillow, James slipping into bed behind you, you were out cold. Pulling you closer so that he could bury his face in the crook of your neck James was close behind you.
Finally, sleep.
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Your tits hurt, they fucking hurt. You were finally getting some quality sleep but the discomfort in your chest became intolerable and you were lulled back into a dreaded state of consciousness.
You’d been so ready for sleep and the peace that it would bring that you’d forgotten to pump your milk before getting into bed. You find yourself regretting that decision now, you shift slightly in James’ hold, just as tight as it had been when you’d fallen asleep. The clock on the bedside table reads three in the morning.
Fuck me, you think, your thoughts still blurry from sleep, carrying a weight in your temples that lures your head back down to the pillow as you fall back into your spot in James’ arms. You’re going to have to get up eventually, that much you understand, but the prospect of getting up and finding the pump, hooking it up, then actually sitting there while you pump sounds nothing short of absolutely dreadful.
You can only lay there for so long, on your back so as not to apply any pressure to your breasts, staring up at the ceiling before your tits go from hurting to feeling like they’re about to explode.
Eventually you’re forced to begin to fuss in James’ arms, trying to find the seal that will let you get up hopefully without waking your husband.
Even asleep James’ grip is insistent, he’s like quick sand, the more you try to maneuver your way out of his arms the tighter his hold gets, the closer he pulls you to him.
“Jamie, you gotta let go,” You murmur, hoping to appeal to the half asleep man.
“Where you going, angel?” His voice is the crashing of a wave against the shore in your ears, low, rumbling, calming. That voice alone is enough to have you considering just climbing back into bed with him, exploding tits be damned.
“Forgot to pump Jamie, m’tits feel like they’re ready to explode.”
He flickers his eyes open, worry etched into his irises, already blanketed in sleep, “Hurting?” Raising his head his eyes drop to your tits, like maybe he’ll be able to see your affliction.
“A little bit,” You nod, your hands combing through his unruly curls before making another attempt to rise from the mattress, “Gonna pump and then I’ll feel all better. I’ll be quick.”
“No,” He whines, god you miss the sound of his whine. His arms are like steel as he pulls you firmly back onto the bed, “M’thirsty anyways.”
Confusion heightens in you before James turns you so you’re fully on your back before slipping under your arm, resting his head on your chest.
Nimble fingers find the neckline of the silk camisole you’d found in the luggage Remus and Sirius had packed for you, sons of bitches also packed every single pair of lacy panties you own.
With little difficulty he slips the thin strap down your shoulder allowing him to tuck the soft material of the top under your breast.
“Miss my girls,” He whispers as he bares your breasts, they’re swollen with milk but the way he’s looking at you you’d think they were something far more precious.
“I’ll be gentle,” His promise comes just as he latches onto your pert nipple, carefully guarding his teeth with his lips, the last thing he would wanna do is hurt you.
It bears little resemblance to the way he used to suck your tits, fervently like they were the only things keeping him grounded, sometimes they had been. Now he proceeds with a new sense of caution but that doesn’t mean it’s any less pleasurable.
“Jamesie, ‘s for Harry, you can’t drink the baby’s milk,” You regrettably push him off your tit, he looks anything but pleased.
“They were mine first,” He whines, throwing you a dirty glance that falls completely flat given the immense adoration that lies just behind it, “And I told you (Y/N), ‘m thirsty, want your milk. Wanna make you feel good.”
Giving you his most convincing puppy dog eyes he leans back in, he latches on efficiently and sucking with an increased vigor you feel a feeling of fullness swell in your breast as your nipple tingles. It’s a feeling you’ve gotten used to but so rarely has it ever turned you on as when James is the cause of it.
He hums in satisfaction as the warm milk seeps into his mouth, it encourages him in his efforts causing him to latch on tighter. A little too tight.
“Easy there baby,” You hiss, “M’tits are sensitive.”’
He complies immediately, loosening his lips around your nipple the sensation becomes pleasurable once more. The pleasure helps distract from the discomfort which, at least in the tit James it latched onto, seems to be dwindling. The other breast is left aching until you feel a similar sensation coming from your nipple.
“You’re leaking.”
Casting your eyes downward you see that he’s right, you’re leaking slightly out of your unattended nipple. It's not unusual for it to happen but usually you just brush it away with a warm washcloth, not wanting to have a sticky mess on your chest.
Carefully, he brushes the pad of his thumb over the over sensitive bud.
“Can’t let it go to waste,” He brings his thumb to his mouth to suck it clean, the visual is almost enough to make your head spin.
You can’t remember the last time you saw James subby, ever since you’ve had Harry it's been sleepy handjobs and once you fully recovered, him pushing you up anywhere he could and taking you right there. It’s like parenthood awoke something far more dominant inside of him but as he latches back onto your tit you’re reminded how beautiful he is when he submits to you.
You wrap your arms around his neck, letting your fingers dance along the nape of his neck as you feel yourself unwinding with every second he sucks at your tit, bringing you relief.
“You full yet?”
He gently lets your tit slide from his mouth before responding, “Does it still hurt?”
The genuine concern in his voice has butterflies erupting in your stomach, you learned a long time ago just how sweet and caring James is but sometimes it hits you harder than you were expecting and you’re left feeling just as giddy as you did in the beginning of your relationship.
James seems to have sucked you dry, or at least to a point where your tit no longer burns with the feeling of an impending explosion.
“No s’all better baby, did such a good job,” You guide his face up towards yours, “Got a little milk on your lips,” You lean in, kissing the milk off his swollen lips.
It’s sweeter than you expected but maybe everything was sweeter coming off his lips.
You take your time admiring his face, hazel eyes that look a little more brown than they did yesterday, lips an impossible pink. Thick, long lashes you remember envying for as long as you’ve known each other cast their shadows along his cheekbones. He’s perfect.
You run the pad of your thumb along his bottom lip before letting him suck it into his mouth, when he couldn’t get to your tits sucking on your fingers always used to help James calm down. For the life of you you can’t remember the last time he’d sucked on your fingers. If it’d been in the last seven months you’d probably just been too tired to remember.
Letting your digit slide from his mouth James hauls himself over you, careful not to brush against your breasts, to lay on your other side. He moves with a surprising grace considering just minutes ago he’d been in the throws of sleep, you’d forgotten how well he moved.
“Other one now,” He murmurs, eyes glued to your tit as his hands move to cup it, giving him better access to your nipple.
“You sure baby? I can just pump this one and you can go back to bed, s’okay.”
“No,” His brows furrow with his empathic response, if he wasn’t already on top of you you’re sure he’d pull you closer in fear that you might escape, “Mine.”
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solemnly-mischievous · 29 days ago
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Hi, this is my first time every requesting something on Tumblr so sorry if I word things weirdly. I was wondering if you would write a poly! Marauders x reader smut? (Don't know how to word it.) Where there's sub! James, dom! Remus over all, and switch! Sirius and reader. Only if you're comfortable of course!
i'm honored to be your first request, anon. fantastic prompt. hope you like it!
Contains: Orgasm delay/denial, degradation, begging, a bit of tears, mean dom!Remus, riding, blowjobs, slight spanking
Word count: 2.6K
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If someone asked you what your favorite thing in the whole world to do is, you'd probably say teasing James.
Because there's something just so deliciously wonderful about the way he whines and pants and pleads when you dangle his pleasure in front of him, when he gets on his knees and begs for you to ruin him.
If someone asked Sirius what his favorite thing in the whole world to do is, he’d probably say watching you tease James.
Because he loves to tease, too, and he loves nothing more than to delight in watching you ruin James as he chimes in with comments and mocking coos of his own, making James fall even further into that submissive haze.
“Oh, poor baby,” Sirius murmurs now, reaching out to brush James’ hair out of his eyes as he keens when you pull away from his cock for the third time. “Is she being too mean to you?”
“Yes,” James breathes, bucking his hips up to meet empty air. “Siri, Sirius please, please touch me—”
“I am touching you,” Sirius reminds him laughingly, and you hum in amusement as James tries to glare at the two of you but fail because all he wants is to feel good, but you’re not touching him—
“Use your words,” you say to James.
“I—”
At this point, you probably would’ve had better luck asking James to operate heavy machinery. But he tries, tries to be good, for you and Sirius.
“Please,” James whispers, almost mournfully, and you do take pity for him—you’ve been teasing him all day, giving him subtle glances and touches during class, pulling him into closets and classrooms and kissing him roughly, palming him through his trousers before leaving him there. Sirius helped, too—all but jerking James off during Potions.
James had been all too glad to get on his knees for you when you were back in your dorm, but then you still weren’t nice at all.
“Please touch my cock, please," James begs. You and Sirius are too occupied with teasing him that you don't hear the dorm room door open and close.
"This is an interesting sight."
You jump and Sirius stiffens.
"Remus," you exclaim, whirling around and finding your boyfriend leaning against the doorframe with a faintly amused look on his face. "You're back! I didn't think you'd be back so early."
"Clearly," Remus says, deadpan. He glances at you, then Sirius, then James, kneeling on the floor. Ignoring both of you, he leans down and lifts James' head up to meet his gaze. "How are you, baby?"
James lets out a frustrated whine, which is answer enough for Remus.
"Are they being mean to you, Jamie?" Remus' hand slips down, cupping James' cheek.
"Yes."
"Really?" Remus kisses his forehead, tender and gentle. "That's not very nice, is it? You think we should get them back?"
James' mouth slants into a crooked grin, and he tilts his head back, still lost in a haze of pleasure and denial. "Yes, sir."
"Oh, good boy." Remus ruffles his hair and straightens up, eyeing you and Sirius. "Strip."
"But—" Sirius begins to say.
Remus shakes his head. "Strip, or there'll be consequences."
You obey faster than Sirius, unbuttoning your shirt and pulling off your skirt, tossing them haphazardly onto James' bed. When you're down to your panties and bra, you look at Remus.
He looks back at you, expectantly.
Reaching behind your back, you make a show of unclipping your bra and letting it drop to the floor. You slide your panties off equally slowly, making eye contact with James—who's been pulled onto Remus' bed—as you do so, who stares at you with a kind of hunger.
You hear Sirius curse, and turn around. Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him—it's not that you've never seen him naked before, but Merlin, if it doesn't blow you away how attractive he is every time.
"Fuck," you whisper, taking in bare skin and dark hair and just Sirius fucking Black.
"I could say the same," Sirius murmurs, all but devouring you with his gaze. "Fucking gorgeous, darling."
You both turn to Remus, who's sitting next to James, a hand wrapped around the brunet's cock and stroking him slowly. James is breathing hard, and clearly fighting the urge to buck his hips into Remus' touch.
"Kiss," Remus says, barely even looking at you and Sirius—though that isn't true in the least; he'd gotten several long, good looks at both of you when you weren't noticing—as he works James expertly.
Sirius glances at you, smirking, and leans in to capture your mouth in his. The kiss is open and sloppy and utterly filthy, and when he presses up against you to sink his fingers into your hair, you feel his cock, half-hard, against you.
Of course you grind up against him.
He groans into your mouth and laughs, murmuring, "Oh, the things you fucking do to me."
"Just kiss me," you whisper back, and he obliges.
"Sit on Sirius' bed," Remus says, and the two of you break apart long enough to obey. Sirius' bed is right next to Remus', which means the four of you are facing each other on opposite beds—allowing for Remus and James to have a perfect front-row view.
Remus pauses for a bit, thoughtful, then says your name. "Suck him off."
"Huh?"
"You heard me, pet. Go make him feel good with your mouth," Remus instructs, and Sirius exhales with arousal. "Be a good girl and suck him off for me, hm?"
Fuck, Remus could make you feel so submissive so easily. With James, it's easy to switch—both of you enjoy both roles equally, and it's almost second nature for you two to fall into opposing roles. With Sirius, it's more fun subbing, but when you do manage to have him on his knees for you, it's quite a sight.
But Remus?
Remus could have you on your knees and begging with a single word.
So you drop to your knees and Sirius spreads his legs, and you take him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head and working his shaft. He groans with pleasure, fisting your hair in his hands. "Fuck, your mouth's bloody magical."
James lets out a small sound as Remus' hand speeds up on his cock, going from slow, torturously teasing strokes to a rhythmic thrusting. Remus' own trousers are getting a bit too tight for comfort as he watches James fall apart, Sirius' head tilting back in pleasure, and you working Sirius' cock. It's a sight out of the world's filthiest wet dream.
"Sirius," Remus says. "You'll tell me when you're close."
"Yes, okay, oh, fuck—"
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, sir," Sirius pants as you take him all the way into your mouth, his cock almost gagging you as it pushes against the back of your throat. But you don't gag—the boys had made sure of that.
"Fuck her throat," Remus orders, and the words had barely left his mouth when Sirius tightens his grip on your hair and begins thrusting into your mouth, using your throat like nothing but a hole, and you moan.
"Oh, she fucking likes that," Sirius murmurs, chasing his own pleasure as he gives you yours.
"Such a little whore," Remus agrees. "Don't you think so, James?"
His hand speeds up on James, and the boy cries out. "I—"
"Answer me," Remus says, and he thumbs the tip of James' cock harshly, eliciting a sensitive gasp from the other.
"Yes," James exhales, "fuck, fuck, sir, can I come?"
"Mm," Remus says. Then he stops moving his hand. "No."
"Fuck," James whimpers, bucking his hips slightly to chase a touch that isn't there. Arousal sparks in your gut at your boyfriend's desperate sound, and you moan around Sirius' cock.
"So pretty," Sirius coos, fucking your throat without abandon—and then: "Fuck, 'm close, bloody hell—"
"Stop," Remus says, almost bored, and Sirius makes the same sound James did, only breathier and frustrated instead of mournful, and his hips still. "Good boy."
Then Remus says your name, and you pull off Sirius' cock, turning around to look at him. "I want you to ride him, love."
"Okay," you agree, breathless with want.
"Here's the catch." Remus' hand wraps around James' cock again, and the brunet gasps. "None of you can come until I give permission."
"Okay," Sirius parrots, eyes already flickering towards you in desire.
"I'm not done yet," Remus snaps. "I'll only give permission if two of you ask for me to allow the third to come. Doesn't work if you beg for yourself. Doesn't work if only one other person asks. I want to hear both, understood?"
Fuck.
"Yes, sir," you murmur, and you hear Sirius and James echo the sentiment. You're beginning to regret teasing James for so long earlier—no way he's going to be nice to you. The smirk he sends you now confirms that theory.
"Good," Remus praises. "Sirius, get on the bed."
Sirius does, and you clamber on after him, already soaked from the anticipation. You're so keyed up, you won't last long at all, and as you lower yourself onto Sirius' cock, the sound he makes is enough to have you dripping.
"You feel so fucking good, love," Sirius murmurs heatedly, hands coming to rest on either side of your hips, almost possessively. You lean down and kiss him, deeply, as you begin to move your hips, and he gasps into the kiss.
You can hear James moan from the other bed, and the sound of Remus' belt unbuckling. Pulling away from Sirius, you watch as Remus directs James' mouth onto his cock. Fuck, that was a sight.
Remus locks eyes with you, his gaze dark and turned on and ridiculously fucking hot. "Ride him faster, pet. Make him beg."
"No, be nice," Sirius objects, but then you start moving your hips in circles and he gasps with the pleasure that courses through him. "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck."
James whines around Remus' cock as he watches the two of you, and Remus reaches down to grip the boy's soft curls of hair. "Getting all worked up watching 'em have fun, hm? Keep being good and make me feel nice, alright, baby? Then you can have your fun."
"Mm," James hums in assent.
"Fuck," you whisper, as Sirius' cock drags across that one spot that made you want to cry with pleasure. Combined with what was essentially hours of foreplay, you couldn't help but blurt, "Close, 'm close, fuck, please, can I come?"
"That fast?" Remus asks patronizingly, then sighs with mock disappointment. "Well, it's up to them, isn't it?"
"Let her come," Sirius says, immediately.
"James?" Remus checks.
James doesn't pull off of Remus, but his eyes glint and he shakes his head slightly.
"No?" Remus sounds amused.
"James—" you gasp.
James pulls off long enough to confirm, "No."
Fuck.
"Stop," Remus orders you, and you whine, already chasing your own release with a vengeance. "Sirius, stop her."
Firm hands grab onto your hips and stop them from moving, and you could almost cry.
"Spank her a few times," Remus says. "Hard."
Sirius doesn't look sympathetic at all as he delivers several hard slaps to your thighs and your ass, each impact leaving a stinging red mark and drawing a whine from your throat. It leaves you aching, hurting, wanting more.
"Fuckin' pathetic," Remus scoffs, and James hums in agreement around Remus' cock. "So desperate for an orgasm that you're willing to disobey? Start riding him again. This time, you don't get to even ask for permission. James can ask for you."
Cruel bastard. Sly, genius, cruel bastard.
You start moving your hips again, and Sirius groans with pleasure at the stimulation. This time, you're careful not to let the tip of his cock brush that fucking spot inside of you, but Remus catches on. Of course he catches on.
"Sirius, grab her hips and tug her forward."
"No, no, please," you plead, because you know it's going to be too much, but Sirius only winks at you and tightens his grip on your hips and pulls you closer to him, and you cry out as his cock nestles right where it makes you see stars.
"I won't ask again, pet." Remus' voice is strained from pleasure, from the sight of you and Sirius and from James' skilled mouth. "Be good, or I'll ask Sirius to fuck James while he sucks me off and make you watch, and you won't get to fucking touch at all. Go to bed all needy and aching, and we might not even touch you for a week."
You want to cry. You want to kiss him. You don't know.
"Now ride Sirius, baby." You do, every movement of your hips and shallow thrust of his cock into you torture in and of itself, dragging laboriously against the inside of your cunt and sparking overwhelming pleasure with every twitch. Too much.
But you speed up, bouncing faster on Sirius' cock, until he's gasping and moaning with every movement and gripping your hips so tight they'll almost certainly bruise come morning.
"Can I come?" Sirius gasps.
"Yes," you almost beg. "Sirius, Sirius, please."
James nods around Remus, and Remus gives him permission, and Sirius moans as he spills into you, filling you up so fucking deliciously, and you help him through the orgasm even though the only thing you want is release of your own.
The sight is enough to have Remus groaning as well, releasing into James' mouth, who makes a show of swallowing every drop.
"Good boy," Remus praises him, and you whine—you want to be good, too.
Then Sirius is tapping at your hip and you're easing off him, his release dripping out of your swollen cunt and down your thighs.
"Oh, poor thing," Sirius murmurs as he watches how your eyes widen with desperation and want.
"Touch her," Remus urges him, and he does, sinking two fingers into your cunt in one smooth movement and making you gasp. "That's it, pet. Make those pretty, pathetic noises for us."
"Please," you whimper, flicking your gaze over to James.
"Please?" he echoes, mischief dancing in his eyes. Sirius crooks his fingers just right and you arch your back, whining from the pleasure and desperation. Tears prickle at your eyes and you let them fall as sensations overwhelm you, too much of everything all at once.
Finally, the brunet takes pity on you.
"Can she come?" he asks Remus.
"Let her come," Sirius agrees, even as he fucks his fingers in and out of you even rougher and you almost choke on a cry, bucking your hips into the sensation.
"Please," you gasp, shooting one last pleading look at Remus.
"She can come," Remus relents, and Sirius curls his fingers and you scream as you orgasm, almost blacking out from the ecstatic pleasure that courses through you. Your hips stutter and Sirius fucks you through your orgasm, until everything cools and you start whining with the overstimulation.
"Alright, enough," Remus says, and Sirius withdraws his fingers, covered in your fluids and his, and he licks them clean as he maintains eye contact with you. And then he winks.
Then Remus says your name, and you look over. "You gotta repay the favor now, baby. James hasn't come yet."
You look at James, whose cock is still hard and aching, whose eyes no longer sparkle with mischief but with the very same desperation you'd displayed minutes ago.
"Oh, baby," you murmur. "C'mere. I'll make you feel good, 'kay?"
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messers-moony · 15 days ago
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Accusations | R.L
Paring: Young!Remus Lupin X Fem!Reader, James Potter X Fem!Twin!Reader
Summary: Sirius and Remus come to the wrong conclusion that changes someone’s life forever.
Word Count: 1.5K
Inspiration: Click
Since when did life get so dark? When had the once colorful, saturated world turn into such a gloomy, greyscale place? When did crowded rooms make her want to throw up and cower away? When did her boyfriend become the enemy?
Everything seemed so dark. She felt suffocated.
It felt like being in a square room in pitch black with someone lurking in each corner. The door was locked shut and, when opened, showed a hallway full of mouse traps. When not treading carefully, a trap would go off, causing a chain reaction of different problems to occur. Sitting at the table of the Order of the Phoenix was no longer exciting and more so dreadful. She could see the sadness seated in the green, grey, hazel, and blue eyes that once held such mischief.
The Marauders appeared to be exhausted.
If there was one thing the Marauders were, it was tired. These boys had been rambunctious since the very beginning of their Hogwarts years. Barely only months after graduation, their faces had fallen sullen. Y/n had seen the sparkle leave her brother's eyes, how he tore at his hair more often, leaving it messier than usual. She watched as James Potter proposed to Lily in the heat of the moment.
Y/n figured there wouldn’t be very many moments left.
Remus had held her hand tightly as she watched her brother and Lily get married. It was too soon, and everyone knew that. James wanted to wait, but with the war, it felt impossible. Their love was true, and Y/n could see that from miles away. James always smiled more around Lily and felt better. She took the weight off his shoulders and made him a kid again.
Sirius and Marlene stood beside them. The best man and the maid of honor. Remus and Y/n were sitting down beside a very sick-looking Euphemia. Fleamont had passed months before. Euphemia had leaned on her daughter's shoulder, sniffling at seeing her son all grown up. Her left hand was bare. The rings had been given to James. Fleamont always said whoever comes to him first.
Y/n put her right arm around her mother as James said his vows. The small number of people in attendance had been crying during the vows. Lily smiled bright, and it warmed everyone’s heart. At the reception, Sirius and Marlene gave their speeches. Of course, Sirius was always a bit silly, and Marlene was a bit more practical.
At the end of the night, Remus and Y/n walked home with their big black dog beside them. Their house wasn’t anything special. It was a medium-sized, one-story house painted grey on the outside and had birch wood floors. Sirius’ had a room on the left side of the house while the couple shared the right side. On terrible nights Y/n would wake up to a dog sleeping at the end of their bed.
Just like her twin, Sirius had always been close with her. They clicked together like magnets. Remus didn’t mind. He shared the exact loving nature toward Sirius. Remus had been there during most of the stormy nights at Hogwarts.
Everything had gotten more severe once Harry was born and the prophecy came out. Remus had been leaving more often on order missions he couldn’t talk about. Sirius was getting prepped to be James and Lily’s secret keeper after much debate. The talk of a spy had been ongoing for so many months now it was hard to keep track.
It was very late at night when Y/n returned home from a mission in Ireland. She unlocked the door and was stunned backward into the hardwood. Remus and Sirius stood in front of her, wands in hand and eyes blazing. Instantly, Y/n went to grip for her wand. Remus had always excelled at nonverbal spells, and the wooden item flew from her hand.
“I can’t believe it.” Sirius muttered, “It’s been you this entire time.”
Y/n swallowed, “Pardon?”
The wands got closer to her neck, “You’re the spy. You’re the traitor!”
The words fell from Remus’ mouth like anything. It fell from his mouth so naturally as he had known for months. All the color drained from Y/n’s face. This has to be a joke, right? After everything she had gone through, this was the last thing she expected. Her best friend and boyfriend were accusing her of being a death eater. Suddenly all the color drained from her vision.
“You’ve been quiet for an awfully long time.” Remus pointed out, “Any last words?”
“I’m in bloody shock!” Y/n exclaimed as tears collected in her waterline, “You guys are joking, right? This is a joke?!”
Sirius seethed, “Shock, you say? You brought this upon yourself!”
“No, I didn’t!” She cried, “Why would I betray my brother! My twin, for Merlin’s sake!”
“You were always in James’ shadow.” Sirius retorted, “Always second best at everything. Transfiguration, Quidditch. You have a motive. Maybe you were tired of being in his shadow.”
“Pads-”
“Don’t!”
“He’s my fucking brother!” Y/n screamed, “I never cared about being in his stupid shadow because he always put me first, and that was enough for me! James always put me first. That was enough.”
Remus scoffed, “You always complained.”
“It was bloody annoying, yes!” Y/n agreed, “But it would never be annoying enough for me to want to kill him! I grew up with him! He’s been my best friend since day one.”
“Sirius, how can you look me in the eye and tell me I’m the traitor?” Tears streamed down her cheeks, “I’ve been there for you through everything! Since the day I met you, I’ve been your shoulder to lean on, your safe place. I comforted you after almost every nightmare. I have a bloody tattoo of Canis Major on the back of my palm!”
She turned to Remus, “And you! I cannot believe you! I turned into a fucking animagus for you! I risked my life for you! I could be thrown in Azkaban for that! Who healed you after the full moon? Who got you Honeydukes chocolate on terrible days? More importantly, who swore to love you no matter what?”
“ME!” Y/n shrieked, voice cracked from the silver streams, “You guys are bloody mental! I would never betray James! Or Lily! Or Harry! They’re my family! James used to hold me through every bad rainstorm. He used to read me books when I couldn’t sleep. He used to stay up with me all night helping me at Potions. And you guys have the audacity to think I’m the traitor?!”
Remus released a breath, “I’m sorry, Y/n. But everything points at you.”
“No.” She whimpered, “You can’t take me away from them. They’re my family.”
People began apparating into the house. Mad-Eye Moody, Alice Longbottom, Frank Longbottom, Peter Pettigrew, Marlene McKinnon, Mary MacDonald, Dorcas Meadowes, Lily Potter, James Potter, and Euphemia Potter. Y/n saw James and Euphemia’s face. The look of disappointment on their faces and tears were falling uncontrollably. She was wailing.
“No! James, please!” Y/n begged, “You’re my brother! My twin! You know me more than anyone. Tell them I’m innocent.”
James knelt to her level and wiped the tears from her cheeks just for them to get replaced; he kissed her forehead, “I’m sorry, sis, but I have to protect my family.”
“No!” James leaped away from her, “Momma! Momma, please!”
Euphemia looked at her daughter with sad hazel eyes, “Momma! You know me better than this! I love James I have since I was young!”
“I love you, sweetheart.” Euphemia said, and the shackles were placed on Y/n’s wrists.
Y/n was kicking, screaming, crying, and thrashing. Remus stared with broken eyes. The girl he thought he could trust, love, and care for had betrayed him this entire time. Sirius leaned a head-on Remus’ shoulder, feeling the same way. Y/n was placed under a spell leaving her unconscious. Remus walked up to her one more time. He pushed the hair out of her face and wiped the wet streaks on her cheeks. Gently, Remus placed one last kiss on her soft lips.
Within minutes Mad-Eye Moody and Y/n were gone. Everyone mourned her absence in the house. Peter was having a silent celebration. Y/n woke up in a cold, grey room. She shivered and looked down at her striped jumpsuit. The dementors outside the cell were far from comforting, but she never screamed. She knew she was innocent. That was enough.
But only a month and some days later, the Potters died due to the spy. Sirius and Remus stared at the Daily Prophet in shock. It wasn’t Y/n. I couldn’t have been. It had been Peter Pettigrew the entire time. Peter had turned into a rat moments later to escape, and the Daily Prophet had rewards for anyone who could find Peter, not knowing about his animagus form.
Remus and Sirius had been wrong the entire time. Now Y/n was paying the price.
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littlest-dark-age · 20 days ago
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Mean!bf!Remus who cant help but tug on your uniform skirt and laughs when you slap his large hands away from the pleated fabric. Muytering how its all in good fun and that you know he wouldn't hurt his pretty poppet
Mean!bf!Remus getting asked during the school day, how such a sweet person like you is dating someone like him. Shock briefly fills him before he spits out words laced with venom, asking if they thought someone like them was going to ever have a chance with his pretty baby.
Mean!bf!Remus who smacks your ass a little bit harder than needed because he loves the way your whines sound, tossing you around like a dolly for him to use
Mean!bf!Remus tugging you onto his lap when he knows some of the other boys have been eyeing you for the past few minutes. Wrapping his thick arm around you and practically squishing you into him to show those thick skulled boys that you were obviously his.
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myfictionaldreams · 7 days ago
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Good Morning // Poly!Marauders x reader
Summary:  You loved waking you in the arms of the boys but today, James has other plans for the morning.
Warnings: +18 readers only, previously discussed consent, consensual somnophilia, sex toys, vaginal sex, rough sex, oral sex, size kink, size difference, begging, overstimulated, creampie, cum play, BDSM, dom/sub, choking, spanking, multiple orgasms, slight pain kink
Word: 3.5k
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The sun gleamed in through the window of the boys' dormitory, the only sound drifting around the room was the peaceful breathing from the three sleeping bodies on the king-size bed and the fire crackling in the heater in the middle of the room. Sirius was at the top of the bed, led horizontally, acting as the pillow for you, your head lying on his lower stomach, hair fanned out across his chest. Your body was in the middle of the bed, covered by the now awake Gryffindor seeker who silently reached across the bed to retrieve his glasses before returning to lay his head against your naked chest, savouring in these calm moments before the day began, the soft skin of your chest brushing against his cheek. James looked next to him, seeing the large empty space where the final member of your foursome should have been, but remembering Remus had to be up before the sun rose to do a quick tour of the castle as a part of his prefect duties, not sure when he would be returning.
Taking a deep breath, James let his hands idly wander over your abdomen, careful not to wake you just yet but just enjoying the feeling of skin under his rough fingertips, watching as your skin tightened and jumped when he ran his fingers near your hips, where you were most ticklish. His hands reached your thighs, he skimmed over the outside when his fingers brushed something else that was on the bed from your previous night's activities. A smile spread across his face as he picked up the dildo that had been used on you last night by Sirius. Taking a few seconds to decide whether he should carry on with the plan he had just decided or to let you sleep, James decided you could always nap later and turned his head to give you a delicate kiss in between your breasts before relaxing his head back down, facing towards the bottom of the bed once again.
Moving his finger lower, he brushed over your stubbled mound, lightly grazing over your slit, already feeling your moisture seeping through. A smirk flashed across his face as he moved ever so slowly lower until he felt the tiny bundle of nerves in between the crease and he started to move it up and down with the very tip of his large finger. Under his ear, he felt your breathing slightly hitch, your heart starting to beat quicker as you clenched your thighs together. Changing the rhythm of his finger, James started moving it in a circle, loving the small whimpers that were starting to come from your mouth as you turned your head so you were now facing Sirius’ face, still asleep. Wondering what it would take before you woke up, he applied some pressure to your clit, causing your thighs to clamp a little tighter over his hand, a desperate noise coming from your throat which consequently caused the man at the top of the bed to awake and look at the sight before him.
At first, Sirius thought you were having a nightmare, not being able to see what James was doing as his back was towards him, he moved his hand to cup your face to softly rouse you but stopped he saw your relaxed facial features, mouth faintly open as another whine left your lips, his eyes drifted lower, noticing your two erect nipples and chest rising and falling quickly. Moving past his girl, he saw the arm muscles of prongs tightening with the sounds you were making.
“Little early for this, isn’t it Prongs?” Sirius gruffly asked, quietly enough not to wake the girl asleep on him.
“It’s an experiment Padfoot, one I’m sure you’ll enjoy” replied James as he turned and kissed your chest again, applying more pressure to your sensitive spot making you slightly arch your back and gasp. Enough to wake you but you kept your eyes closed, first thinking you were having a dream about one of the boys but then snapping out of it when you felt the pressure in your favourite spot, a swirling sensation building in your stomach. On instinct, your legs relaxed, opening up for the man on top of you, recognising his scent of grass and musk and knowing it was James' head who led on your chest, feeling the cool of his glasses leaning against you. A chuckle rippled against your stomach as James' fingers slowed, the warm breeze through the room settling against your cunt, you could feel your juices dripping down onto the sheets below, a pink flush brushing against your cheeks. “Morning my love” James whispered to you, keeping his pace steady, his other hand now gripping the thigh that was closest to him, rubbing circles with his thumb on the sensitive inner thigh.
“Mor-morning” you murmured in response, body feeling on fire from the intimate wake up. Sirius moved his hand to your head that was still facing him and gently stroked your hair out of your face as you opened your eyes to look up at him, your pupils huge and dark with lust. His hand moved from your head down your cheeks, his thumb brushing across your lower lip, you could feel his hardening cock brushing against the back of your head.
As his thumb pulled your lip down slightly before pushing it into your mouth, you instinctively started to suck on it, your thumb swirling around the edge of it, wishing it was the cock pressed against your head. “Are you going to be a good girl for Prongs? Are you going to take whatever he gives to you?” Nodding your head quickly, you moaned a yes around his thumb as James’ fingers drifted lower, mumbling about how wet you were for them but all took quickly he removed his hand from you.
Frowning, you tried to look down to see why he had taken his hand away, when he returned back to your sensitive area with a cold object, one that you had become quite close with the previous night. He moved the sex toy up and down your folds, covering it in the ample juices you were producing. Without saying a word to you, he started to press the tip of the dildo into your entrance, doing it slowly so you could get used to the slight stretch. The fake cock is not nearly as big in girth compared to the boys but enough for you to stretch and get used to. As you felt the balls of the dildo reach your arse cheeks and the tip of it brush your cervix you gasped around the thumb in your mouth, lifting your free arm - the other being trapped under James - you grasped onto the shaft of Sirius.
Watching the man's reaction, whose eye contact you hadn’t broken yet since waking, his mouth flew open as you squeezed harshly, your fingers hardly reaching around him, knowing he liked it slightly rougher than the other man on top of you. James started to slowly pump the dildo in and out of you, brushing his thumb against your clit making you mewl against the digit in your mouth that pushed in further into your mouth, threatening to hit the back of your throat, you snapped your attention back to the man underneath you and started to pump the cock in your hand, in time with the toy inside of you.
The sounds of groans and wet slapping were slowly building in the room as James started to pick up the pace, his movements on your clit changing from slow soft circles to rough, swiping motions causing you to start clenching your walls, coming closer to your orgasm. Your mouth relaxed around the thumb, momentarily releasing it, begging the boys if you could cum, your eyes closed as the pressure crept closer to its peak.
A hand gripped your cheeks firmly, you opened your eyes up at Sirius who was looking with fierceness in his eyes. “You look at me and don’t stop looking at me when you cum, do you understand me?” You half-shouted, yes as you trembled around the two boys, holding back the orgasm that was at the very tip of exploding. “Good girl, now, cum for us.” And you did. Hard.
You kept your eyes on Sirius, making a tear slip from your eye from trying to keep them open, your thighs and walls clenching hard but caught off guard when James started to lightly slap your clit through your orgasm, the sting feeling blissful as the dildo still pumped in and out of you until your chest heaved a long sigh and James pulled it out of you for the final time. Trying to catch your breath, your wrist still travelled up and down Sirius’ length, enjoying the way he breathed little moans out as your thumb travelled over his tip, spreading the pre-cum over it.
James started shifting above you, turning his head and kissing up to your chest, pulling each nipple into your mouth, biting lightly on both before moving up your collarbones, neck, jaw and finally, Sirius released your face so you could turn and kiss James. The motions were hot and breathless, tongues fighting one another, James pulling your lower lip into his mouth with his teeth before sucking gently on it. He moved back quickly before you could moan until he was sitting between your spread legs, you could finally see his raging cock that was pumping against his abdomen and using his strength, he grabbed your hips and spun you around. Letting go of the dick in your hand you quickly placed both hands in front of you so you didn’t head butt Sirius beneath you as James moved you onto all fours.
As you steady yourself, the arm that had previously been under James being numb, Sirius quickly moved beneath you so now he was leaning up against the headboard, legs stretched either side of your body, his cock pressed up in front of your face. Without wasting a second, you gripped the base of his cock firmly in one hand and started to lick the tip, savouring in the salty taste of him. Sirius moaned as he pulled your loose hair back to the base of your neck, applying pressure so you would take more of him which you gladly did as James lined up to your entrance behind you.
All three of you moaned into the air as James thrust all the way to the hilt in one movement, pushing your head halfway down Sirius’ length. You loved feeling stuffed in nearly every hole by these boys, loving the burning sting from stretching to their sizes, having them making you cum over and over again, you couldn’t get enough of it.
James moved halfway out before thrusting all the way back in again, starting to pick up a good pace, forcing you to rock against the dick in your mouth, of which you were now further down, relaxing your throat to help ease it in before gagging and quickly moving off, salivary strings connecting your mouth to his tip. Not wasting any time you moved back onto him, sucking harshly and using your hand for the part you couldn’t fit in his mouth making him groan, both of you holding eye contact still. You moaned harder as James’ balls grazed your puffy clit, the vibrations of which caused Sirius to buck his cock up into the back of your throat, making you gag harder, the burning sensation now running down your throat as you tried to accommodate his size. One hand that gripped your hip released you and started spanking you, making you squeal from the sting but with more juices to drip down your cunt, you started to rock back into James’ thrusts harder, taking pleasure in the feeling of his cock buried deep within you.
“Fuck I’m so close” you heard James say behind you between thrusts. You clenched harder at his words causing him to curse louder.
“Me too Prongs”, came Sirius' reply. You moved your hand from the base of his length to his tight balls, gripping them and moving them around in the sack, making him close his eyes and his head fall back against the headboard. Your thighs started to shake as James’ thrusts started to become erratic. You moved your head down as far as you could on the cock in your mouth, your nose being tickled by the curly hair at the base and you clenched the balls in your hand and this was all that was needed for Sirius to harshly grip the hair in his hand, shouting your name into the air and cumming down your throat. You swallowed every drop of it as your own orgasm ripped through you.
Moving your mouth off of Sirius, you screamed into his thigh, clenching impossibly hard, your arms giving way as pure bliss rushed through your entire body. James couldn’t cope with the feeling of you cuming on his cock and he thrust in one last time gripping your hips hard and moaning into the air, his hair hanging over his glasses as he filled you to the brim with his hot seed. You all stayed still for a few seconds, catching your breath when a voice by the door startled you all. 
“Good morning all”. Remus was leaning against the door frame having returned from his duties, he was unbuttoning his white shirt, a large tent had also formed in his trousers. Moving forward, he shifted onto the bed beside Sirius, leaning forward to pull him into a kiss. Shuffling backwards he skipped you and pulled James in for a kiss, who was still inside you, plugging his cum deep inside of you. Finally, his eyes shifted down to you who had your arse high in the air, back arched into the bed and face beside the half-limp cock of Sirius. Smiling up at him you expected him to lean down and kiss you so when he moved off of the bed, your heart dropped slightly at the disappointment, had you done something wrong? Was he upset with you? You looked down towards the bed, trying to hide the hurt in your eyes.
As you were wondering over this, however, you didn’t notice Remus remove his shirt and signal for James to step back so you were shocked when his cock was suddenly being pulled from you, his cum starting to drip out of you onto the sheets. Gasping you turned back around, seeing Remus had replaced where James once was. Sirius also moved off of the bed, leaving you to be face down on the bed, ass high in the air. Your hands started to shake, not knowing whether you should be moving off of the bed as well or stay where you were but your answers were given to you when two large, scared hands gripped your thoroughly spanked cheeks, causing you to gasp and turn your head back around to him.
Your gasp turned into a moan however when two fingers travelled up from your clit to your hole, collecting any cum that had escaped and he pushed it all back inside of you. “Don’t want to be wasting any of that now do we? Do you think you can take me as well Pup? I want to see your cunt dripping with me and James.” Your walls tightened around his finger, as you all but screamed please at him. He chuckled at your response and turned you so you were now lying on your side, facing Sirius and James who were sitting on the small sofa that occupied the room, both of them watching you both intently, cocks starting to get hard again.
Remus moved so he was lying behind you, spooning you. He reached around you, turned your head towards him and started to kiss you frantically, his hand tightening around your jaw. Letting go of your face briefly, he reached his arm down to bring your leg over his hip and directed his cock down to your entrance. You loved how small he made you feel in this position, his long thick legs under yours, strong arms wrapped around you. He started to inch forward and you choked on the air in your lungs, the burning pain down below stronger than with James. Remus was much bigger than Sirius and James in both height and girth so he was usually last to fuck you but no matter the hundreds of times he had, you still couldn’t get used to his size. Today, however, he was taking it slowly, a little too slowly for your liking as you took pleasure in the burning and pain that came with it so you moved your hand back to his hip and shifted your hips down quickly, taking the rest of his length in, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt overwhelmed with some pain but mostly pleasure. Remus swore under his breath and reached around to hold you against his chest by placing his large hand around your neck, applying small amounts of pressure.
“So you want to play like that huh Pup?” moved his hips back slightly before thrusting harshly back in, you nodded and moaned, both hands gripping onto the strong wrist that held you. “You feel so good and tight my love. Look at them, look at how hard you’re making them” you glanced at the two men across from you, each had a hand wrapped around each other's cock, Sirius was slowly teasing James and vice versa, both staring at you as if their lives depended on it. You made a near animalistic noise at this, rocking your hips back again, rolling in time with Remus’ shallow thrusts. “Can you feel his cum still inside you? Lubing me up as I feel every inch of you? Does your throat still burn from where Padfoot was inside you? Merlin, you're being such a good girl for us.” A single tear escaped you as Remus’ words overwhelmed you as well as the feeling of his cock deep inside of you.
Whimpering even louder as Remus started to pick up the pace of his thrusting, every snap of his hips lurched your body forward, if it wasn’t for his hand holding you in place you’d be on the floor. You couldn’t help the clenching your walls were doing, practically milking Remus with every thrust, your leg bouncing against his hip as his free hand started to move down, pinching your nipple and tugging causing you to roll your hips harshly. He kept up the torturous pleasure, moving between pinching, pulling and slapping your tits. More tears escaped you as you felt totally overwhelmed by the morning's events, every nerve in your body felt like it was on fire, screaming for release.
You knew you sounded pathetic when you sobbed “Please”. Remus’ hips slowed as his breath moved to your ear.
“What do you want? Tell me.” His voice was gruff as he spoke, the hand on your breast moving down to start swirling around your clit that was already overly sensitive.
“I need you, please, I need to cum, I can’t- I can’t hold it”, you wept, clawing at the hand that still held your neck, looking across at the two boys that both looked to be near the edge as well, both wrists pumping each other frantically. Remus kissed your cheek delicately whispering “as you wish” before moving onto his back, pulling you with him, his cock not leaving your body once as you led on his chest.
Bending his knees, he positioned your feet onto his thighs, a hand still around your throat and the other still massaging your clit he started to violently plunge into you, his movements a blur of body parts as his thick throbbing cock disappeared and appeared again in the flash of an eye as he pinned you to his chest, having full control of the moment. You couldn’t even hold onto his arm as he fucked up into you, your mouth hung open, having no energy to scream in ecstasy as the most intense orgasm you’d ever experienced ripped through you. It was all three men's moans that hit your ears and kept you awake, finding the utmost comfort in hearing them all shout each other's names.
Your whole body felt like jelly, you couldn’t move your arms or legs, or even lift your head as Remus pulled his cock out of you, picking you up bridal style and moving you to the bathroom. James had magically filled the bath for the four of you, James and Sirius entered first, followed by Remus who eased you slowly in the middle of the three of them. You hissed as the water rushed over your tender, swollen, sensitive cunt. “Shhh baby we’ve got you,” Sirius whispered to your right, kissing you affectionately across your forehead.
You fell into a blissful sleep as the boys held you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear, cleaning you up and crawling back into bed for a few more hours. 
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pinkandblueblurbs · 29 days ago
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Favoritism
marauders x fem!reader. polyamory spanking, belting, d/s, brat taming, favoritism, crying, subspace, daddy kink, light jealousy (nothing serious, all lighthearted), ddlg vibes maybe?? Idk. No explicit smut.
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“Baby, please don’t do that.” James gently requests as he watches you try to climb the tall bookcase in an attempt to reach the wand tucked away on the very top shelf. “You’re gonna hurt yourself. And you know Remus said you could have it back when he gets here.”
“Him taking it in the first place was stupid anyway.” You grumble, precariously stepping up on the third shelf and extending your arm upwards. You wiggle your fingers, still unable to reach the highest shelf.
“Gettin’ mouthy, are we?” Sirius quips, a smirk evident in his dry tone before it loses its humor as he watches you teeter. “Seriously, pup, be careful. You should come down now.”
“No.” You grumble, lifting your foot to take another step. You push yourself up, straining your reach, and just as your fingertips brush against the wood of your wand you hear the dormitory door creak open.
“What the hell are you doing?” Remus’s stern voice is immediately asking, and you gasp as you quickly scramble down from the bookshelf. You turn on your heels, hands clasped behind your back innocently, and heat rises to your cheeks as you meet his narrow eyed gaze.
“N-nothing-“
“Bullshit.” He growls, cutting you off. “I told you I’d give you your wand back when I got through with my classes, didn’t I?”
“But I needed it, you can’t just take it away-“
“I beg to differ, after you nearly burnt the place down with it yesterday.” You swallow nervously as you watch him roll up the sleeves of his button down, fingers flexing as they reveal strong forearms. “You know where this is going. Bend over the bed.”
You let out a soft whimper but quickly do as you’re told, well aware by now that failure to comply with Remus’s demands only makes things worse for you in the end. You fold yourself in half, ass up, elbows braced against the mattress below you. You hear matching sighs from James and Sirius as they move to their respective positions, sat on either side of you on the bed.
“‘S okay, dolly, you’ll be alright.” James murmurs softly as he notices your trembling thighs and protruding lower lip, reaching out with a large hand to rub your back. You shiver as Remus lifts up the fabric of your skirt, revealing your panty clad ass.
The first blow shocks you- Remus’s hand coming down hard on your left cheek, the impact making you yelp and jolt. Sirius presses a gentle hand to your lower back, coaxing you to stay in place.
“Shhh. Stay still, puppy, it’ll make things go quicker.” You whimper and nod and Remus lands another blow that knocks the air from your lungs.
It’s six more firm subsequent blows until tears are pricking at your eyes and your hands are fisted in the covers below you. James keeps up his soothing circles on your back all the while, and Sirius reaches down to stroke fingers through your hair when the eighth blow has you letting out a sob.
“How many more are you gonna give the poor thing, Moons?” Sirius asks, sounding empathetic. Behind you, Remus scoffs, clearly finding the way Sirius and James are babying you to be somewhat ridiculous.
“Just two more. She’s fine.” The lycanthrope mutters as his large hand comes down to grope at the burning flesh of your ass. You let out a whimper, and James shushes you.
“Did you hear that, baby?” Sirius murmurs, leaning down to feed the gentle words into your ear. “You’re almost done. You’re bein’ such a good girl, takin’ this so well. Just a bit longer.”
You nod tearfully, bracing yourself in preparation for another hit as Remus’s touch leaves your ass. The last spanks come together in two quick- though no less hard- blows to each cheek. They’re enough to have the salty tears residing in your waterline spilling out, cooling the heated skin of your face, and James coos softly as you cry.
“Oh angel, good job.” He praises, leaning down to smear a kiss over the back of your head “‘m so proud of you, babydoll. All done now.”
“A-all done?” You echo as you rise on shaky legs, sniffling and staring down at Sirius and James, gaze blurred by tears. Both boys have their arms outstretched slightly in invitation, laps ready.
“That’s right, puppy. C’mere.” Sirius encourages, watching as you rub your eyes with fisted hands. His brows furrow in confusion as you turn on your heels and crash into Remus’s form behind you.
“Daddy,” you whimper as you wrap your arms around Remus’s shoulders. He hoists you up to hold you, rubbing your back and bouncing gently, whispering a low “good girl” in your ear.
“He’s the one who made you cry, babydoll, why d’you want him to comfort you?” James is incredulous as he watches you cling to the lycanthrope. You don’t respond, simply whimpering into Remus’s pectorals as he sits on the mattress, holding you in his lap.
“This is fuckin’ ridiculous.” Sirius mutters, scowling. “I don’t see why she likes you so much. You’re so hard on her.”
“She likes a firm hand, mate.” Remus responds cooly, smirking a bit as he gives your bum a solid pat that has you jolting.
“Whatever.” James mutters, folding an arm behind his head as he lays back on the bed. “At least share ‘er, Moons. I wanna cuddle too.”
“Y’gonna let Jamie and Siri cuddle with us, sweet girl?” Remus murmurs gently, using the nicknames he knows you’ll recognize best in your fuzzy headspace. You nod, settling into Remus as he scoots back with you so you’re laying on his chest against the backboard of the bed.
“Good girl, letting daddy share you.” The lycanthrope praises with a tender kiss to your head. Sirius and James move in close on either side of Remus, Sirius draping an arm over you and James resting his head on Remus’s shoulder, just beside yours.
There you fall asleep, cuddled atop your daddy and with your other beloved boyfriends at your side.
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earlgreydream · 4 months ago
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casual dominance.
| poly!marauders x reader | fluff |
weekend marauders blurbs
anon requested. poly!marauders, casual dominance out of the bedroom
cw: soft d/s dynamics
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“Not so fast. It’s cold out,” Remus stepped in your way as you reached for the door.
“It’s not that cold,” you argued, trying to slip around him.
“It’s cold enough. Put a coat on please,” Sirius came to Remus’ aid, trying to prevent you from being miserable later.
James was already holding one up for you, and you slid your arms in the sleeves without another protest. Remus fastened the buttons for you before tugging you forward to press a kiss to your forehead. 
Sirius and James insisted on holding your hands as you walked to hogsmeade, squeezed in the middle of a crowd of excited students. The loud excitement made you nervous, prompting you to move closer into Sirius’ side.
“It’s alright, bunny,” he whispered, kissing your temple and squeezing your hand.
Remus walked behind you, making sure none of the rowdy, excited students could run into you and knock you off balance. You were thankful for their attentiveness, feeling safe as you wandered the streets with them.
You followed the boys quietly into shops, watching them look for various things they were in the market for. Your hands stayed wrapped around Sirius’ arm, trailing at his side as he looked through displays and shelves.
His arm snaked around your back, holding you to his chest as the two of you waited for Remus and James in a dressing room. Your face was buried in his sweater, breathing in his scent of smoke and soap.
“Are you having fun, my love?” Sirius questioned, looking down and brushing his fingers over your cheek.
You nodded, earning a tap to your nose, reminding you to use your words.
“Yes, Siri.”
You pushed up on your toes, giving him a kiss that was rewarded with a graceful smile spreading across his bronze features.
“Look at you two being sweet,” James spoke, exiting the dressing room.
You turned to him, giggling innocently as he pulled you forward into a messy kiss, his full lips smashing against yours in quite the display of affection. You grew shy, especially as the shopkeeper stared at you, confused as to why you were being kissed by all three boys. 
You shivered at the cold air as the four of you squeezed back out on the cobblestone streets, and you ran ahead a bit, excited when your group approached a cafe. 
“May we get a snack, please?” you asked politely, wanting the men to be pleased with you.
“Of course,” Remus nodded, kissing your head and pushing you into the warm shop. 
You looked at all of the pastries, practically salivating as your stomach growled. Your eyes were often bigger than your stomach, and Sirius reminded you to only pick one, knowing eating any more would make you ill later. 
“I’ll give you a bite of mine,” James whispered in your ear, letting you pick his so you could try it. 
You sat on his lap in the booth that you all squeezed into, pulling apart a pumpkin pastry with your fingers. James held his snack up to your lips, letting you have a bite and kissing your cheek.
“Prongs is spoiling you, hm?” Remus asked, eyeing the two of you with adoration. 
“Just a little bit,” you confessed.
Sirius gave you a kiss before exiting the table, saying he was running a quick errand and he would meet the three of you later. After you ate, you found yourself growing super tired, drowsy from the sugar.
“Come on. We can go meet Sirius and then head back so you can take a nap.”
“I don’t want to spoil our day,” you yawned, making Remus laugh.
“You’ve done nothing of the sort. I promise.” 
James picked you up, getting you to wrap your legs around his waist. A strong arm hooked under your backside, the other on your spine. Your arms draped down over his back, your head on his shoulder, his dark hair tickling your cheeks.
“I’m sleepy, Jamesie.”
“I know, bunny, we’re going to get you home.”
“What’ve you done?” Sirius asked, seeing you barely conscious in James’ arms. 
“Nothing, just tired.”
“Don’t tease, Sirius,” Remus said, walking back toward the castle. 
“I’m not.”
You were asleep by the time you entered their shared dorm, and James was beginning to grow tired from carrying you all of the way. 
“You’re not going to bed in outside clothes,” Sirius said, waking you up. 
You whined incoherently, letting them care for you, slipping the jeans, coat, sweater, and boots from your body. Sirius slipped fleece pants up your legs, pressing a kiss to your belly.
“No,” you shied away, his scruffy face tickling your sensitive skin. 
He buttoned the matching top before James pulled you into bed, your head resting on his chest, snuggled tightly in his arms.
“You’ve got to work on that charms essay when you get up,” Remus reminded you, getting a small nod as you let yourself drift off on James.
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slycassini · a month ago
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How you started dating Regulus black headcanons
(picture is mine)
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(warnings: mention of stress, no reader gender was mentioned and let me know if i missed anything)
you two met on the hogwarts express when his compartment was empty
he didn't really say anything the entire ride his nose was scrunched up in a book
it was kinda awkward too since you know Regulus Black was the seeker for the slytherin team the least he could do is that to brag
but that wasn't the case to him he didn't like to talk about himself at all
it was hard knowing him since he always bottled up his feelings
he was reserved too and kept everything for himself
you really didn't see him alot with people he was mostly alone or in the common room talking with Barty
you were surprised that he was Sirius' little brother since their personalities are so different but again not all people have to be the same
you were curious to get to know him so you made small efforts by sitting next to him during breakfast and lunch
asking him about what was written ont he board even though your vision was perfectly fine
"what is that? the second word on the third line?"
"unicorn blood"
his answers were always short and you didn't get to know him at all
but you have picked up few things from looking at him
like how he tensed up every morning when the owls dropped the letters
sometimes he'd pace around when he's reading the letter, and usually on those times he'd be pacing around that day alot
how he always have to keep himself occupied, whether is playing with his fingers or fixing his already perfect hair or crossing his arms
Christmas breaks came soon enough which it happens when you had to stay in school for Christmas while everyone got to spent it home
you were surprised to see Regulus wasn't home either
you sat down next to him, keeping some space for another person to sit next to you which made him look up
it took you alot of time to figure out why he wasn't home
and it took you so much time to let him open up to you
you learned that he didn't usually trust alot of people
and he was always stressing about his parents scolding him
he tried his best to make them proud which it was so exhausting for him
you found out that he was actually sweet, you found out what he liked and disliked
he owned a Black cat and named it celeste and it never leaves his side
it was cute
he liked sitting out on the grass near the black lake which you found yourself appreciating that more
his favorite class was Potions and astronomy
he'd point out at the stars constellation for you
and little by little he opened up for you
telling you all about his family and what they did to his older brother
you felt bad for him
you took his hand and squeezed it assuringly
he wasn't familiar with affection at all since he didn't grew up with loving family
he felt something strange for yoy that he didn't feel it before
he'd find himself gazing into your eyes
or watching how your body moves from across the room
he wanted to know what is it that you did that caused him to fell that way
which made you chuckle
Regulus Black has officially caught feelings for someone and it was you
you were over the moon with it cause you shared the same feelings with him
he was nervous at first with everything
he didn't like PDA in public
the most he would do is to hold your hand under the table
or at night where he'd have his head resting on your chest in your dorm, away from his roommates
he didn't know how to comfort you so he'd buy you a gift instead
when all you wanted was a bit of comfort but you knew this was his way to comfort you
you didn't need the gifts so you told him to stop spending his money on you
which he didn't stop
he had hard time expressing his feelings
it was surprising to find out that Regulus' love language is touch
he liked just touching you
holding your hand
or your fingers being locked together while walking
he enjoyed kissing you on the neck alot
he sometimes can be insecure
like he would think he's not enough for you and you deserved someone better
which you assured him that's there's no one else you'd rather be instead of him
you noticed how he was more stressed than usual on a specific week
you thought maybe his parents sent him a disturbing letter but he didn't had any that you have seen him recieve
so you asked if anything was alright, if he needed comfort
which you would never have guessed what his response was
"y/n i love you"
"i love you too Reggie"
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simpformoony · 11 days ago
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A Rock in the Beach
MASTERLIST
Pairing: Remus Lupin x Reader
Word Count: 1k (It's short but cute as shit)
Warnings: None
Author's Note: I hope you guys like this, I was so nervous to write for Remus he is my absolute favourite and such a complex character!!
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When he invited his friends to come to the beach with him and his family, Remus Lupin had expected many things.
He had expected Lily to fake disgust for James’ tight speedo. He had expected Marlene to drool over Dorcas’ thighs. He had expected Sirius to flirt with the lifeguard, and he had expected the fond looks directed at Peter building a sand castle.
What he hadn’t expected, was how beautiful Y/N Y/L looked under the sunlight. Or the warmth that spread inside him upon seeing her laugh with his mom.
And he hadn’t expected his father, Mr. ‘Remus no one is good enough for you’ to send an approving nod Y/N’s way.
It was almost surreal. And for a moment, he allowed himself to imagine a future like that. He imagined Y/N holding his arm, happily showing his parents her engagement ring. He imagined Hope hugging her excitedly, and Lyall welcoming her into their family.
But that would never happen. Not because of his parents, they seemed to like her more than the rest. The problem was him.
He would never be enough, not for someone like her. She was the definition of unreachable, the epitome of everything he wanted but could never have. She would never love him, not the way she wanted her to love him. He felt almost silly hoping she would do so. He wasn’t as funny as James, or as adorable as Peter. He wasn’t as elegant as Sirius or as smart as Lily.
On top of that, he had scars. Nasty ones. Nasty enough to get people to shamelessly stare. That always made him uncomfortable, thus why Remus was covered from head to toe, even in the burning temperature.
“Remus, why don’t you teach your friends beach volleyball?” His mother exclaimed next to him, excitedly handing him a ball “You used to be so good!”
“What’s volleyball?” James asked, his interest peaking at the sight of something that looked surprisingly like a bludger.
Lily answered for Remus, explaining James the basics of the muggle sport as Remus nervously accepted the ball Hope was offering.
He didn’t fancy himself a good player, he was just tall. The fear of letting them down by being the absolute worst teacher stopping him from being eager. But he couldn’t say no when James was so passionately calling dibs to be on Remus’ team. He decided to leave his doubts aside, and engage in the moment.
The strategy proved successful. He was entranced in the game, having the time of his life. He kept on scoring, much to James’ delight, who continuously called him ‘Captain Moony’. It made him feel special, as if he was in a parallel universe where he was cool and actually worthy of Y/N. Sweet Y/N, who didn’t seem to tire of cheering and flipping Sirius the bird every time his team scored.
Only when he was sweaty and tired after taking his team to victory, Remus realized he had taken off his shirt. His scars were in the open for everyone to see. For her to see.
He rushed to grab a shirt, quickly pulling it down his shoulders. He was shaking. Luckily, no one seemed to notice. None of his friends were looking. Except for Y/N, the person that mattered the most.
He quickly avoided her gaze, fearing what he might find. Once again Remus had expectations, but this time they were much grimmer. He expected her to turn away, to look shocked and pitiful.
But she didn’t do any of those things. She stepped closer, fidgeting with a dark stone.
“I found this cool rock that reminded me of you” she said. She raised the stone to give him a closer view, tracing her fingers over its cracks. “See, it’s got scars. But those scars allowed grains of sand inside, and they reflect the light making it look like there is gold imbedded in it”.
She took his hand and placed the rock on Remus’ hand, leaving her hands to linger with his longer than necessary.
“I think that makes it more beautiful than any other rock” she added, her gaze focused on their touching hands.
“You think I’m beautiful?” he asked, the worry of having read too much into the situation itching at the back od his mind.
“I think you are the most beautiful Moons”
He bit his lip nervously. It was now or never. He had to say something, he had to let her know she was the most beautiful in his eyes as well. Let her know that if he was the rock, then she was the sunlight that made his flaws glow like gold.
Yet, he couldn’t find the words. They were begging to come out, but his tongue seemed unable to cooperate, that was until it decided to help Remus speak.
“I love you” he blurted out, sure that his tongue and his heart were confabulated to conspire against him.
It was out. No poetic whispers, no romantic gestures. Just a plain declaration that summed up every one of his emotions, every thought of his heart.
The heart that almost stopped when she smiled. And then, without answer nor warning, she pulled him down to press her lips against his.
Remus could have sworn he could sunlight in her lips. After all, no other thing could made him felt as warm inside as he felt that moment.
Their lips parted, but their bodies remained close enough to feel each other’s breath against their skin.
He wanted to say something romantic, something worthy of a nobel prize. He wanted to express how much that moment meant to him in a way that would satisfy his hopelessly romantic side.
But before he could attempt to do so, the click of a camera burst their bubble, forcing them apart.
They turned and giggled, seeing Hope Lupin scold her husband, who was guiltily holding a camera.
“Tell him to owl me a copy” she chuckled, before pulling him back to have his lips meet hers.
And he was more than happy to let her do so. He finally felt worthy. He was a scarred rock, but inside he was gold.
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morozovastarless · 7 days ago
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broadcast the boom! boom! boom!
summary: sirius always needs a quick fuck before going on stage
warnings: face slapping, choking, kinda public sex, gagging (with underwear)
18+ ONLY || MINORS DON’T INTERACT
word count: 1k
a/n: me? not posting a james fic? whaaaat? i also could've proof read this much better but i'm exhausted and my brain is fried so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ it is what it is
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“S-Sirius,” you whimper, your back pressed against the wall of one of the hallways backstage. With each thrust, the grainy material digs itself further into your skin, the slight burn only adding fuel to the fire inside you.
Even from here you can hear the crowds’ cheers and chants, eager for the show to start.
Sirius’s cock is buried deep inside you, stretching your insides wide. His fingers dig themselves on your ass, lifting you up as he keeps pounding into you.
You know there will be marks there tomorrow, an arrangement of blues and purples that will decorate your skin and make it painful to sit down. You also know Sirius doesn’t care about that.
He enjoys it, in fact. He likes seeing your face scrunch up whenever you try to sit and he loves your tiny whimpers whenever he presses down on them, both being reminders of what he did to you.
“Shut up,” he groans.
“Please,” you whine, moans ripping from your chest with every perfect roll of his narrow hips.
You shut your eyes tightly, tears springing in the corners of your eyes. He sets an unforgiving pace, racing against the clock. He only has half an hour before the show starts, and he had been rock hard since rehearsal started after seeing you on the front row with that tight short leather skirt. The one you wore only for him.
Your eyes fly open when he stops moving, whines of complaint falling from your mouth. One of his hands leaves your ass, and you wobble a little, losing support.
With his now free hand, he gives you a harsh slap on your cheek, your head lolling to the side.
Despite your small whimper, he feels you clench around him. He smirks darkly, grabbing your cheeks and squeezing them until you’re pouting. “I said shut up,” he snarls.
His hand leaves just as quickly as it came, leaving you confused until you feel something soft against your lips. You move your eyes down, widening them when you see your panties. “Open,” he commands.
You shake your head, teary-eyed. “No, no, Sirius. I’ll be quiet, promise.”
Your hips roll against his accidentally, and the hand that still holds you up pinches your ass in warning. “Don’t make me repeat myself, angel,” he warns.
Begrudgingly, you open your mouth enough so he can stuff your panties inside the cavity. You can taste yourself, your arousal having seeped through the fabric since the guys started rehearsal.
“Perfect,” he praises, caressing your cheek, and you preen. He starts moving again, leaning down to nip at your neck and chuckling at your muffled moans. “Such a whiny little thing. Look what you made me do, angel.”
He groans into your neck. You’re squeezing him so tight it won’t take long for him to cum, and you’re so wet it’s smearing his black jeans. It’ll stain, that’s for sure, but he can’t bring himself to care when he thinks about dancing and singing on stage with your mark on him.
He stands back straight and strains his neck to look at your wrist that’s resting on his shoulder. His eyes zero on your wristwatch, his brain straining to understand what the handles tell him.
Five minutes left.
The roaring crowd gets louder and you know the lights have gone out. They must be adding the final touches to the stage, plugging the loudspeaker for Remus’ bass.
Sirius pounds into you faster and deeper, aided by the ticking of the clock. His thumb rubs your clit at almost the same pace and you cry out, but it’s barely heard thanks to your makeshift gag. One of your legs unlinks from the other around his waist and dangles in the air at the sudden stimulation, kicking at nothing.
There are tear tracks staining your flushed cheeks and spit dribbling from the sides of your open mouth. “Y’look beautiful like this, baby. Such a pretty girl,” he coos.
You shiver at his words, the wonderful feeling only intensifying when he wraps his ring clad fingers around your throat, applying the perfect amount of pressure to have you dangling over the edge without letting go completely.
You just need one more push, one more gentle nudge. You beg him with your eyes, doe-like and teary.
“Y’like it when I use you like this, don’t you? Like my little groupie, just here to take m’cock? And you take it so well. Your pussy’s made f’me, angel.”
You lose yourself in Sirius’ ministrations, in the sweet stretch of his cock and his merciless thrusts. In the scratching of his teeth on your burning flesh and the filthy words he snarls out.
He won’t have time to go clean up after this, and just the idea of going on stage with his cock soaked in your sweet juices makes him hover over the precipice. The thought of being in front of thousands of people with your secret mark on him makes him delirious.
“Cum f’me,” he groans.
Sirius’ thumb presses down on your clit and you keen loudly, your whole body convulsing between his sweaty tattooed chest and the dirty wall.
Your pussy flutters and clamps down on his cock, his own release impossible to avoid when you dig your nails on his back. A moan mixed with a grunt comes out of his pretty lips, swollen and red from your frantic kisses once he left the stage. He spills inside you, coaxing a blissful sigh out of you the moment you feel the warm white ribbons filling you up.
Sirius pulls your panties out of your mouth and kisses you slowly, trying to calm both of your racing heartbeats. He pockets the spit-soaked underwear, letting a bit of the lacy red poke out.
Tenderly, he lowers your legs, holding you up by the waist as they tremble. “Y’did so good, angel,” he whispers softly, a stark contrast to his previous treatment of you.
You offer him a dazed out smile.
He hears scrambling feet coming from the left side of the hallway, so he quickly lowers your skirt and tucks you on his side. He smiles when he feels your arms wrap around his waist.
“Sirius!” A panting James appears, wearing a tight white sleeveless shirt and holding onto his drumsticks with one hand. “C’mon, we’re already 2 minutes late!”
“Yeah, yeah. M’coming, Prongs,” he drawls out. Then he lowers his face so he can whisper in your ear, “Don’t you dare clean up. I’ll fuck it out of you later.”
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