#omel's asks<3

[fuckmymunson]

Dom poly marauders x sub reader who can’t take anything seriously and always jokes around (not being a brat, maybe, kind yes)

One of them is pounding into her and asks “Who’s pussy is this?” / “Who this pussy belongs to?” and reader replies with “It’s my pussy, but we can share.” / “It belongs to me but we can have shared custody if you want.”

And they can’t get mad at her with that because damn, she’s lying there, propped on her elbows and making them laugh while being irreplaceably sexy and pretty, suddenly they all slip from their serious role and have a sex with only dom/sub dynamic vibes

Ugh yes— plus I can see it as a constant teasing and so many punishments!!!!😵‍💫. Send me asks/thoughts/blurbs! Airport time!

18+, smut, poly!Marauders, Dom/sub relationships, mwah. Ofc not proofread.

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You moan around Remus' hard cock while you feel Sirius literally rearranging your guts from behind. They both groan in pleasure and mock you endlessly, calling you names, making fun of your blissed out state… anything to break you from that petty bratty attitude.

"What was that, whore?" Remus asks as he yanks your hair back, removing his cock from the back of your throat.

"We asked you a question" Sirius adds with a harsh slap on your thigh, making you yelp. "Who this fucking wet pussy belongs to?"

You smile, almost wickedly.

"It belongs to me, but I'm generous enough to share it with you, just don't ask for custody"

Remus rolls his eyes, huffing annoyed. He hates the passion you have to push their buttons. Sirius on the other hand, a big hothead, only takes your answer as an offense. His hand slaps your ass so hard, that the teasing grin on your face falls and your eyes water quickly.

"I swear you are gonna regret those words" He whispers, snapping his hips against you again, harsh, fast, over and over.

The door opens, and James walks in. He's holding his tie in one hand and looks tired, he hated to clean the trophies room. But the moment he sees you naked on Remus' bed, moaning against his thigh, drooling and getting your pussy completely ruined, he feels like a new man. He throws his tie to his bed and quickly starts to remove his clothes, smiling.

"What's the punishment today?" He asks.

"Bitch won't stop being a brat" Sirius groans, wrapping a hand around your neck.

"Is that true?" James tilts his head, taking a seat at the edge of the shaky bed and tracing one of his fingers on your back, fingertips sliding over the bite marks all over your skin.

"Not m–my fault Sirius is a pussy" You mutter, mischievously. "But I g—guess you are what you eat"

"So under that logic, you are a dick?" Remus laughs, anger already far behind. He yanks your hair and guides his cock to your mouth again.

You nod, sucking him dry. Your left hand sneaks under the covers to wrap itself around James' cock, already rock hard. He hisses in delight and lets his head back.

You take a moment to breathe, tears falling down your eyes. "I am a huge dick, so big even Sirius would be jealous of me"

James and Remus bark a laugh, almost coughing. Between moans and giggles, the air changes a bit. Sirius shakes his head and hold a laugh too. He can't believe you sometimes.

"Good fucking luck you are pretty as hell" Sirius says behind you, caressing your sides. "I should slap the shit of you for those words"

"You w–wont" You moan, challenging him. "Pussy"

"He won't but I will" Remus breaks in and squeezes your cheeks, making you raise your head a bit to look at him. The position is a bit uncomfortable and you can feel your neck sore at the effort. "You think you are so funny, maybe you are, maybe not. You should be grateful I even let you suck my dick"

You gasp, offended. "I am—"

"Shut up" He interrupts you. "I'll let this little bratty outbreak slide this time, this time only" He pats your cheek gently. "Now open up, gonna spit inside that filthy bratty mouth of yours"

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I know it sucks im a whore—

#omel is speaking! #omel's asks<3 #remus lupin smut #sirius black smut #james potter smut #poly!marauders smut #poly!marauders x reader #poly!marauders

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Fri[day] 7 October 1836

6 50/..

12

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No kiss fine b[u]t dampish and rath[e]r hazy at 7 50/.. when w[e]nt d[o]wn to the paint[e]r who h[a]d been siz[in]g the hall tab[le] –

out – ab[ou]t till br[eak]f[a]st at 8 55/.. in 20 min[ute]s - then w[i]th A- [Ann] till 9 35/.. at w[hi]ch h[ou]r F[ahrenheit] 53 1/2° - Mr. Washington

ca[me] to ent[e]r his acc[oun]ts of this y[ea]r in my new cash b[oo]k to be beg[u]n by him fr[om] the 1st of this y[ea]r –

so[me] ti[me] look[in]g out his bills and for the last midsumm[e]r rental w[hi]ch I now recoll[ec]t that he has nev[e]r

giv[e]n me b[a]ck – H[a]d Mr. Jubb bet[ween] 11 and 12 - A- [Ann] bet[ter] aft[e]r h[e]r 2 cal[omel] pills (2 gr. cal[omel]) of last

night - my a[un]t weak[e]r – so[me] ti[me] bet[ween] 12 and one w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 (Jack and Sam and the new man) – Matt[hew] n[o]t co[me] –

means to slip away like Wood - let him and ha[ve] told Rob[er]t to employ him no mo[re] here –

Ingh[a]m and his man and boy at the upp[e]r dry arch wall[in]g - 1 mason at the west tow[e]r cellar stairs, and Ja[me]s

and Ab[raha]m finish[e]d Hall staircase wind[ow] - the four York joiners tak[in]g out the 2 hall chamb[e]r floor

big beams - Mark Hepw[or]th and Hutchinsons one h[or]se cart – cart[in]g stuff to old paddock top

and br[ou]ght each a load of rubble in the morn[in]g and gone for lagg[in]g stuff this aft[ernoo]n - Frank cart[in]g

st[one] for Jos[e]ph Mann at the Long goit – h[a]d just writ[ten] so far of today at 2 1/4 p.m. - settled

w[i]th Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] and p[ai]d h[i]m £40.4.2 in full fr[om]                 up to today inclus[ive] - the f[iel]ds he w[oul]d like A- [Ann] to

buy belong[in]g to Mr. Harris[o]n are 2 n[ea]r Southedge farm  5DW val[ue]d at £335 and 1 f[iel]d 1DW opp[osi]te

to Southedge farm £105 and SW. [Samuel Washington] hims[elf] w[oul]d gi[ve] £600 for the 7 or 8 cot[tage]s at Hove edge w[i]th the 6DW

of delph-hill – f[ou]nd the last midsumm[e]r rental in my new Rentbook, and ga[ve] it Mr. SW- [Samuel Washington] to ma[ke] out

a regular rent[a]l as us[ua]l - told SW- [Samuel Washington] I hardly th[ou]ght the f[iel]ds and cott[age]s etc. w[oul]d be sold at the pr[ice] he h[a]d val[ue]d

them at - I w[oul]d buy on his val[uatio]n blindfold - selling w[a]s anoth[e]r th[in]g –w[i]th one or oth[e]r - (a lit[tle]

whi[le] in the stab[le] and ord[ere]d the carr[ia]ge horses n[o]t to be kept sheet[e]d) fr[om] 3 to 6 1/, in spi[te] of the r[ai]n - stood

out w[i]th Rob[er]t Mann + 3 mend[in]g up the road to the h[ou]se thro’ the carr[ia]ge court, and watch[in]g the masons’ boy

pile up bricks and w[i]th Ingh[a]m wall[in]g - he sadly afr[ai]d of gett[in]g wet – D[i]d up A-‘s [Ann] parcel rec[eive]d this

morn[in]g a cachemire [cashmere] black embodied scarf with full half sheet familiar note from Lieute

nant Peterson eleventh dragoons Burlington written inside one of the paper wrappings

A- [Ann] indignant at both note and present sent back the latter tonight by Frank directed

by me to the ‘Lieutenant etc etc Wakefield   7 October’   not a line or syllable written

in answer   and A- [Ann] burnt the note after dinner din[ner] at 7 – coff[ee] upst[ai]rs - I sat w[i]th my a[un]t fr[om] 9 to    and dur[in]g

this ti[me] cop[ie]d int[o] bus[ine]ss Let[ter] b[oo]k my let[ter] to ‘Mrs. Bull 3 Friargate Derby p[ost]p[ai]d’ s[e]nt by Frank tonight - and wr[ote] the last 15 lines –

 Mr. Harris[o]ns’ prop[ert]y

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1836

Oct[obe]r

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ga[ve] up the th[ou]ght of Sarah Parker and ask[e]d Mrs. Bull to look out for a h[ou]sekeep[e]r – let[ter]

tonight fr[om]............ (can[no]t ma[ke] out the na[me]) recomm[endin]g Fanny Hardy as an excel[en]t cook

liv[e]d 6 y[ea]rs w[i]th a Miss Thornhill wages w[i]th her £15. sat mak[in]g writ[in]g out acc[oun]ts (coll[ie]ry d[itt]o

p[ai]d on Mond[ay]) till 10 1/2 - my a[un]t seems m[u]ch the sa[me] as she w[a]s last night – n[o]t appar[entl]y worse - fine

day till bet[ween] 3 and 4 p.m. (soon aft[e]r 3) and aft[er]w[ar]ds rain - then aft[e]r a lit[tle] gleam rainy ev[enin]g fr[om] 5p.m.

F[ahrenheit] 50° now at 11 p.m. hav[in]g been 20 min[ute]s in my study arrang[in]g my bills etc

 Fanny Hardy

[fuckmymunson]

🎄𝗨𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗺𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗲: Send me a character + prompt from this smut list ;)!

Eddie munson + “God, you feel amazing.”

Completely not inspired by my last post speaking of the song swim by chase atlantic. Short but effective cuz now I'm horny af.

18+, smut, drinking, pool sex 🥴.

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It was late at night, everyone was already back inside, sleepy and desperate for a hot shower. The chilly summer air had a painful bite on your body, nothing another beer couldn't fix.

Eddie and you were the only idiots who decided to stay inside the pool, and as he tossed you another can of cheap beer and slid back to the water, you couldn't help but to eye him. He was shirtless for once, and your eyes lingered on his tattoos and his happy trail, all the way down to his simple black swim shorts. He noticed you staring but he remained silent, not wanting to test his luck.

"Thanks" You muttered opening the beer and taking a long sip, hoping it would calm down your nerves.

"No problem" He shrugged and pulled his hair back into a bun, not missing the way you saw his arms and shoulders flexing. He did it slowly, putting up a whole show.

"My fingers are all wrinkly" You complained swimming to the edge where he was, placing the can on the stone edge and resting your forearms there. Your cherry red swimsuit clinging to your body like latex.

Eddie couldn't help but to stare as well. Everything about you was intoxicating and attractive. The curves of your body, the way your exposed back and neck glistened with the chlorine water. He wanted to yank your hair and smash his lips with yours, he wanted to devour you.

But friends don't do that, I guess.

But, you were so close to him… so, so close.

"Hey, Eds" You called him ever so sweetly. He leaned closer like a sailor attracted to a beautiful, singing mermaid. Close to his downfall. Close to a sin. "I like your hair like that, looks pretty"

"Yeah?" He asked, moving closer again, his naked arm touching yours. His eyes trailed your back to the curve of your ass, and you enjoyed it. Maybe too much. "I like your hair any way"

"You do?" Placing a hand on his arm, you squeezed the wet skin gently. "Hey, Eds"

Although it wasn't the only thing wet.

"Yes?" He could lose himself in the way your voice talked his name.

"Have you ever had sex in a pool?"

"No" His heart skipped a beat.

"Would you like to?"

He was on you in a flash. His lips crashing against your messy and hot. Eddie groaned into the kiss when you palmed him over his swimsuit, rubbing his half-hard. The need was mutual. His hands groped your ass rubbing his cock through the thin, soaked layers.

"Are you gonna let me fuck you?" He asked breathlessly against your neck, kissing your soft skin. "Because I've been dying to. You look so fucking hot in this swimsuit. Like a damn cherry I just wanna pop"

Eddie's large hands spun you, pressing your body against the pool's wall. His big hands squeezed your tits and yanked the swimsuit top down, quickly playing with your nipples. Your head rested on his shoulder, moaning in ecstasy. You could hear the others laughing inside, a reminder of how close you two were of getting caught.

"Do it, now" You parted your legs wider as his hand slid down, pushing your swimsuit away and quickly inserting a finger inside you.

Eddie groaned at the feeling and bit your neck, sucking your skin and leaving flashy marks. He hoped every time you looked at them you would remember him.

"Okay, okay" He nodded and hurriedly pulled his shorts down, his cock now fully exposed.

It really had to be quick.

He wasted no time aiming for your wet pussy, teasing your entrance with the tip, sliding it between your folds and even rubbing the leaky head over your clit sending sharp jolts of pleasure to your body. You whined impatiently and he just giggled.

"I know, I know princess" The pet name made you whimper again, causing his cock to twitch. "Gotta keep it down, okay? Don't want the others to know how much of a dirty girl you are" The bastard cooed at you while he slid in, splitting you open with his big cock.

You knew it was big, but dear heaven. It felt like he was never going to stop.

"Fuck—" Eddie groaned, placing his forehead on your shoulder, panting. You were his irl wet dream, everything he ever wanted. And this was happening. It wasn't him masturbating at the thought of you. "Fuck, you feel so—so good, baby"

You were on the same page, struggling to keep it down as he pounded in and out of you. "God— Eddie you feel amazing" You arched your back and snapped your hips back meeting his thrusting.

"Keep moving like that, yeah, shit. Baby you feel amazing too" Eddie gripped on your hips like if his life depended on it, panting and breathing heavily. "You are so tight— I'm trying so hard not to cum I swear"

"Let's go to your van" You suggested and he moaned in response. "Just grab a fucking towel and help me get out of here— I just want to ride you all night"

You felt his dick twitching inside you at your words. It was gonna be a long night.

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[fuckmymunson]

Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.

Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.

Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can

𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤

☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k. ☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)

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Can’t the dark side light my way?

Another morning was waking up to an empty bed. 

Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house. 

Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other. 

“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.

“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning. 

Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless. 

“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe. 

“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper. 

You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with. 

Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.

To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.

But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly. 

Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms. 

“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.

“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips. 

“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.

“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.

“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”

“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”

“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.

The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.

“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”

It seemed too, genuine.

You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all. 

“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”

“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”

Everything will get better. 

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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”

“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”

“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.” 

He was right. There was no us. 

Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.

“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?

Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?

He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you. 

Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.

Dreams. Memories. Nightmares. 

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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked. 

For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of. 

And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life. 

Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart. 

How did this fit in your story?

Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer. 

Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop. 

"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death. 

His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.

“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”

“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.

“Because I knew no one would stop me.”

"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?

“Even if  I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

Pity. It was pity. 

“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”

“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”

Until now. 

“Until now?” 

Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had. 

War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black. 

You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.

“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.

“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown. 

“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.” 

“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you. 

“Ironic? How so?”

“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”

That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage. 

Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words. 

“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem. 

You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."

That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you. 

The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library. 

"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.

"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."

"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter. 

"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"

"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."

You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."

A werewolf. 

"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”

“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed. 

It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.

A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem. 

“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”

“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”

What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail. 

If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?

It was hard, extremely hard. 

It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide. 

Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence. 

"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours. 

It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...

It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.

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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance. 

It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds. 

The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently. 

Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice. 

Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant! 

You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky. 

A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.

There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars. 

“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”

Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:

Death.

Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to. 

Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant. 

The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.

You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress. 

Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was. 

Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed. 

A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull. 

His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again. 

Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.

«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed. 

A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.

Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James. 

The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done. 

Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over. 

Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was. 

Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry. 

You were too tired to run away.

“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude. 

“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding. 

“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”

“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.

“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”

“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”

You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.

“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!” 

“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”

“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”

James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.

“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”

“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.

“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere. 

“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”

James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.

In the end, it was always, only you.

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"Better be quick, doll" Steve groaned from above you, pushing your face down, forcing his cock down your throat. "What's the matter, princess? Thought you wanted to suck me off" He moaned again when your gag reflex betrayed you, for him, there wasn't a sweeter sound than your gagging and sobbing.

"Sorry Mr. Harrington" You managed to reply, fingers scratching his hairy thighs. Tears ran down your flushed face and the fucked up haze in your eyes made his cock twitch.

"Want you to be quiet. My wife is going to be here at any minute and the kids are asleep, so be a good whore and make me cum"

Instead of letting you reply, he just guided his hard cock back inside your warm, wet mouth. He sighed in relief at the sensation, promptly using you as a fleshlight. You complied happily and bobbed your head, squeezing your eyes shut to suppress the urge to vomit. He was huge, and the lack of air was making you feel dizzy. Your thighs squeezed together, even more, trying to find a piece of ease for your aching pussy.

One hand reached under your dress, quickly toying with your clit. Steve gave you a curious look before your free hand cupped his balls, playing with them at the same rhythm as your fingers pressed your pathetic pussy, or at least tried to.

"Fuck, such a dirty bitch" Steve said through gritted teeth, tilting your head so he could get a better view of you sucking him dry. The head of his cock made a prominent bulge on your cheek and he patted it loudly. "Good girl, keeping my cock nice and warm"

You moaned in pleasure at his rough treatment, sinking a finger inside your cunt, curling it in order to rub that spot that made you moan again around him, saliva and tears running down his thick dick.

"That’s good, baby, keep doing that. Fucking hell, good girl, good slut" His praises mixed with degradation made you clench around your fingers, the slick sounds of your desperate pussy fueled his need. You were his favorite forbidden fruit.

The noisy garage door opening made him grunt in discomfort, instead of stopping in his tracks as a cheating husband would do, Steve continued to fuck your face at a more forbidding pace. He was unforgiving, groaning like an animal. Using both hands and pushing your face all the way down, you gagged louder than ever. Your eyes went crossed for a second, at that's when he reached his limit. Steve's orgasm was quick but powerful. It's been ages since he came that hard and that much.

Steve's hand grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks as he saw you swallowing his hot load, without hesitation he kissed you, sliding his tongue inside your mouth and tasting himself in the process. You both heard his wife fumbling around with her keys, and before you could register it, Steve spat directly into your mouth, kissing your nose before pushing you to the couch and throwing a blanket his kids left in the living room. Closing your eyes and trying to catch your breath, all you could do was pretend to be asleep.

Their voices came from the kitchen, small talk, and the fridge opening and closing.

"Oh, poor girl" You heard his wife whispering. "She must be exhausted, taking care of four kids isn't an easy task"

"She's a good girl, very responsible. She offered to stay extra hours. Couldn't say no to her"

"The kids love her, I'm so glad you picked her from the other babysitters" She walked closer to him, kissing his cheek, probably leaving a red mark with that expensive lipstick Steve made you wear last week to suck him off.

"I'm glad too, darling"

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"Are you sure there's nothing I can do?" Your pretty eyes scan his figure unashamedly, the way his legs are spread out, large hands on each thigh, and that mouthwatering bulge he carries. He notices it, although it's not like you made a single effort to hide your true intentions. "I deserve an A+, not an A–"

You have heard the stories, the usual gossip scattered around school, little rats running through the halls, whispering and giggling.

Professor James Potter has a big dick.

And the uncertainty was killing you.

Professor James pretended to give it a thought, even if he can read you like an open book.

"There might be… another way." He said, pushing his circular glasses over his nose, and for dear God you can't hold the longing stare at his long, slim fingers, the veins of the back of his hand, which made you bite your lip in eagerness.

Once the door of his classroom is locked, those same large hands tug at the end of your uniform tie. You gasped for air, coughing loudly.

"Go on, earn your grade." Professor James encouraged you, mockingly. "If you can't do it just say it, don't waste my time."

"I can do it." You pouted, lips and chin smudged by your saliva and his precum. "You are just so big, professor."

James' big, fat cock twitched at your words, and you choke a moan when he let out the most delicious sound once you wrapped your hand around his dick, fingertips barely brushing each others.

As your hand slides up and down, you place one of his heavy, soft balls in your mouth, which earns you another loud groan. "Yeah—" He choked, rocking his hips gently. "Fuck, good girl, mouth so full." He rubbed your cheek, smiling softly. "Working so hard to earn her grade."

You almost kicked your feet in the air at the excitement, there was something so endearing about professor James' calling you a good girl while you gargled around his balls. Your mouth struggled to fit his cock, he was just so big, so thick. You pushed the skin a bit down, swirling your tongue over the slit.

"Fuck, yes, yes—yes." James urged you, yanking your tie and forcing his big cock into your throat. "Choke on it, darling, go on, you are gonna get a fucking A++ if you can swallow it all."

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They're having their honeymoon reader is so nervous because she's virgin so when he knows about it he's very gentle and teach her. Thank you

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 The cold sensation of his gold ring against the naked skin of your back makes you giggle. He was sweet and caring, just like he had been for the past six years. His knuckles slide against your exposed shoulders, kneading the flesh gently.

“Gorgeous.” Your newlywed husband whispers in awe. “Breathtaking.” His fingers untie the bows of your corset, one by one as the subtle sunlight creeping through the windows bathes your bodies in an orange glow. “My beautiful wife.”

“James.” You call him, letting him take the white lacy garment off your upper body. In the distance, you can hear the distant murmur of the ocean. “I’m not made of glass, love.”

“Let me enjoy the moment, darling.” He teases you with a kiss on the nape of your neck. He removes the necklaces he gave you on past anniversaries, kissing every inch of skin within his reach.

He guides you to the big, white bed, decorated with rose petals, pushing you gently until you lay gracefully on top of the soft silky sheets.

It feels intimate, loving, it feels beautiful. It feels like a fairytale, your skin is warm and eager for his touch, and all you can read in those big honey eyes is love, adoration and lust. For you, only for you.

“You have no idea how much I love you,” James whispers, hovering over you, kissing your neck, your shoulders. Undressing you with care, unwrapping his favorite treasure in the world. “If you want to stop at any moment, let me know, okay?”

“James.” You call him, cupping his face. “I waited for almost four years for this moment.” He sees his reflection in your eyes, and James feels how his heart is about to combust. “I love you.”

“I love you, angel.” The kiss is slow and sensual, delicate. 

You sigh in desire at the sensation of his bare chest against yours, your hands massage the broad muscles of his shoulders and as his lips trail down, the sensation of that little piece of heaven starts to build up inside you. He is taking his time, to feel you, understand what you want and need. James kisses every inch of skin, worshipping you, adoring you.

“My wife, my beautiful bride.” He mumbles more to himself, as he dives in between your legs. His tongue traces small shapes in your clit, smiling when you cry his name in pleasure. His thumbs caress the exposed flesh of your thighs, his tongue moves in and out, eating you out like you were his favorite candy. 

“J–James.” You manage to whine, curling his wavy hair between your fingers, the outline of the gold ring shining through his brown locks, the diamond of your engagement ring bathed in the dim lights of the vanilla candles. 

“Let go, love.” He speaks against you, eager to feel you coating his tongue. 

The first orgasm of the night is rocking your body like a sweet lullaby, it’s everything and even more than you imagined. It's a dream come true, and James holds you all the way in. He crawls his way up, hands pressed on either side of your head. “You’re truly mouthwatering..” His voice drips with devotion. He calls your name like a prayer, as he kisses you again, making you taste yourself on his tongue. The taste of your recent release makes you shiver, it feels so good.

His hands continue exploring your body, pushing it all the way to your limits, he kisses your chest, and your shoulders, while murmuring quietly ‘I love you’s, James slowly places your legs on his shoulders, wrapping one hand around his aching cock, pumping it a few times before lining up in your pussy. One of his hands holds you, the one that has your marriage ring. The gold rim of his ring meets yours, and you swear it burns your finger so deliciously. 

“You look just like a dream.” He sighs, interlocking your fingers with his. He starts slowly, careful to not push you or overwork you. You swear you can feel your chest swelling with love and passion. 

This was pure love, the waiting was all worth it. He continues, until his hard cock is buried deep inside you, just where you want him the most. It feels good, it feels right. James moans loudly at the sensation, you close your eyes and arch your back, whining at how full you feel. Your head feels dizzy and hazy, you feel drunk, drunk of him; His smile, his body, his soul and heart beating next to yours.

So, this is love.

“The prettiest woman I have ever seen.” He moans, using his free hand to grab your waist, starting with a slow pace. Your husband wants to savour every new sensation, this new feeling of your velvety walls squeezing him has him going insane. James fights to keep his eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of how your body shakes and how your face melts into a hot grin of pleasure. 

He’s the one provoking it, he’s the one making you moan, and that feeling of finally being able to take you and merge your bodies into one, makes James feel like he’s the luckiest and most powerful man in the universe, and all because of you. Your essence, your whole being is giving him that feeling, and James, feels the fascination of your whole self running through his veins.

“So g—good.” You whine, and he leans down to kiss you, is a heated kiss, mostly teeth and tongue, your hand wraps around his neck, pressing his forehead against yours. It feels so intimate, as James speeds up the snapping of his hips against you, you feel another orgasm approaching you. “James, god… I—Im gonna—”

“Please.” He begs, his brown locks swinging gently with his thrusts, the hand on your waist finds its place between your sweaty bodies, as two rough fingers start circling your puffy clit. “Let me feel you, princess, p—please.” He wants you, he needs to feel you clenching around him, he is desperate to see you reaching that little piece of heaven again, and again, and again, just for him to see. 

Your back barely touches the bed, and you cry his name in a hectic plea, your husband curses loudly at the astonishing sensation of your pussy clenching around him, but he keeps going, he keeps slamming his veiny cock inside you over and over, reaching his climax. The overstimulation makes you whine, but you can’t, you won’t ask him to stop, you want this moment to keep going, forever. 

James chokes a loud groan, as he cries your name, and there it is, the warm sensation of thick ropes of cum filling you, he slams his length one last time, all the way in, letting his head back and panting heavily. 

“I love you.” He says, looking down at you, smiling softly. “I love you, I fucking love you with all my soul.”

“I love you.” You mutter back, exhausted but knowing the night was far from over.

“We have all night, Mrs Potter.” He teases, as he massages your stomach, leaning down again to kiss your neck.

“Good thing we have a whole week, Mr Potter” Your tiny giggle makes him laugh, a laugh that only makes your heart burn with tenderness. 

“I’m not in a hurry, sweetheart, there’s something about you.

Sorry for any mistakes! English is not my first language. I appreciate any feedback!˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡

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[fuckmymunson]

Hi love! How are you?? 📸 Anon here. Could please write a blurb on comfort where reader is on their period and they're being moody. I don't really get cramps on my period, I just get a lot moody and snap at people. So I get scared that I'll end sweet and scared relationships I've build over the years with someone I'm really comfortable with. Idk if it makes sense, but I'd really like it if you write it, I going trough stuff rn 🥺Love, -📸

a/n: Hello my love! I'm a lil' tired but nothing a comfort movie and blankets can't fix<3. Of course love! whatever u want<3. I hope you feel better now, I'm sending u lots of hugs and forehead kisses. I got a little Sirius biased at the end... Just cuz I know u love him sm<3

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"Pup, are you in there?" The sudden knock on the bathroom cubicle makes you jolt.

"Y—Yeah, give me a second." You reply sliding your hands over your quidditch uniform, feeling uncomfortable with the makeshift pad with toilet paper. It was no use, there was no way you could go back to the field like that.

"Are you hurt?" Sirius sounds worried, as he leans his shoulder in the bathroom door. "I know James can go overboard sometimes with practice. If you want I can tell him—."

"Is fine!' You snap, impulsively. "I promise, Sirius, I'm fine." The words were slightly harsher than intended, and you instantly regret talking to one of your boyfriends that way. "Shit—, I'm sorry." You open the cubicle door just to find yourself alone in the girl's bathroom.

"Great, now he's mad at me." You rub your face annoyed. Looking at your reflection, you raise your middle finger to yourself. "Can't believe I got my damn period while flying, fuck."

The walk back to your dorm was uncomfortable as hell, the headache of the physical exhaustion of James's long-ass practices and having to dodge Sirius's lethal bludgers were making your arms and legs hurt, plus, the constant anxiety of staining your uniform was so stressful. Inside the common room, you see Remus and Lily chatting about the last prefect meeting, who greet you with a small smile and a wave. Remus, the sweet boyfriend he is excuses himself to walk towards you.

"How was practice, love?" He kisses your forehead and you try your best to smile.

"Great, I'm just tired, m'gonna go take a shower." Remus frowns at your lack of excitement, you adored quidditch practice with James and Sirius, who speaking of...

"Where are the other two?" Remus's hand cups your face, noticing your bad mood. "Something happened? Was James too brusque again? I already told him to take it easy, is just practice. Or Sirius was bothering you again?"

You loved how they took care of you, how attentive and thoughtful your boyfriends could be, but the hormones, the headache, the 4 hours of sleep you had last night... "Remus I'm fine, I'm not made of glass, you know?" Ugh, the disgusting sensation of your body literally throwing up blood made you shiver. "Just because I'm not as good as James is flying, or I'm not as strong as Sirius, I—."

"There she is." Speaking of the devil. Storming into the common room, James and Sirius finally reach you, James is holding your broom and his, and Sirius is holding his and a small plastic bag. "When I returned to the bathroom you weren't there, pup. I asked Marlene and she said you walked back to the common room."

"How are you feeling?" James is quick to hold your hand, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Do you need anything? we brought you chocolate. We know it makes you feel better."

"How did you?—" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. "How?"

"Darling, every time it happens, you get all moody and is obvious that you're easily annoyed." Sirius chuckled. "I kind of figured it out when you snapped at me, but I did the math and it makes sense, you know."

"So that's why you almost scream at me?" Remus teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"I didn't scream at you." The pout you give him only makes him laugh. "I'm sorry, I know this is no excuse for my bad mood, but it's really fucking uncomfortable when I'm flying. "

"Don't worry, pretty girl." James joins the hug, kissing your nose lovingly. "Let us know for the next time, and if you don't want to go to practice, is fine."

"Why don't you tell me is fine to skip practice?" Sirius glares at James, stabbing him with his grey eyes.

"Because you're not a pretty girl, you just look like one."

After a shower, you're now comfortably laying under the covers of Sirius's bed, biting on a piece of dark chocolate. Sirius kisses your forehead, loving how cute you look right now, hair damp and sticking to the sides of your face, wearing his shirt and your legs crossed with his. "feeling better, pup?" He asks, this time kissing your lips, tasting the chocolate.

"Much better." You smile, snuggling into his arms.

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[fuckmymunson]

HI!! so idk abt you but the ka’s theory maies me FERAL. so if youre comfortable, Vamp. eddie eating out reader on their period. once again you DO NOT have to do this if you are not comfortable

QHDOQLDLQHS— yoU CAUGHT ME RED HANDED FR... I'm currently riding the red wave so, this is gonna be helpful for both of us fr😵‍💫. Thank you for the ask and the preoccupation, I don't mind at all! I love disgusting, sick, unholy, disrespectful sex <3.

To say you had a bad day was an understatement, you had probably one of the worst days in your life, and on top of that, your car engine died in the middle of the road, so you had to walk to the closest gas station to call your parents. You had to walk your way to Eddie's trailer, because it was closer than your place, and just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you felt the disgusting sensation of blood between your legs.

This wasn't your day, at all.

After fighting a few minutes with the keys, you slammed the door behind you, scaring Eddie, who was in the living room, drapes closed and reading an old car magazine.

"Shit! You scare me the fuck out of me, babe." His fangs peeked through his plump lips, smirking. He took notice of your distressed self, and changed that smile to a frown. "Is everything okay?"

"No. Everything is not okay." You sighed, throwing your backpack and keys to the floor. You were tired, sweaty, and the cramps were just getting started. "I'm going to take a shower." You announced, and Eddie stood up, because it was your routine, to shower together in his tiny bathroom.

He remained silent while you undressed, looking at how you struggled with your clothes, frowning at your frustrated scoff and gasping quietly at the way you cursed while removing your blood stained underwear. He would be lying if he said the smell didn't turned him on. His fangs dig softly on his lips, he felt the question on the tip of his tongue, but you were already having a bad day, you didn't needed your weird vampire boyfriend asking if he could eat you, while you're on your period.

"Eddie if you have something to say, just do it, don't stare at me for five minutes."

He blinked, opening and closing his mouth a few times. You rolled your eyes and slid the shower door, clouds if steam fogging the mirror, when Eddie's hand grabbed your arm before you could step in.

"Can I eat you out?" He bluntly asked, and is your turn to blink, surprised.

"Excuse me?"

"Can. I. Eat. You?" He repeats, flicking his eyes down between your legs, then up, at your face. "Please? I know you're having a bad day, and I know sitting on my face always brights you up."

"But, Eddie—" You blushed, avoiding his doe brown eyes. "I'm on my— Oh." It clicked you. It made sense. Lowering your gaze, you noticed the unmistakable sight of his hard cock against his tight black jeans. "Are you sure?"

"Been waiting ages to do it, being honest." He confessed, smirking. "I mean, I guess with these now." He said, opening his mouth and pointing at the sharp fangs with his thumb. "It makes sense, but I would do it either way."

"Uh." You nod, still surprised, but curious. "Well, lemme just shower and—"

"Don't wanna wait." Eddie tugged you by his grip on your arm, sitting you on the edge of his bed, kneeling on the carpet and placing your legs over his shoulders. "I can't wait to taste this pretty pussy."

The groan that ripped off his throat the second his tongue met your centre, was obscene. He started slowly, smearing your growing slick and blood all over your entrance, nibbling softly at your clit and kissing your thighs.

"Fuckkkk." He groaned again, rolling his eyes. "You're so fucking sweet, baby. This pretty pussy is my favorite meal."

"Shut up." You replied breathlessly, god, it felt really good.

Eddie continued his laborious task. The slurping sounds were borderline disgusting. The occasional deep moans of pleasure combined with your needy whines worked wonders, and soon, all of your stressed was sucked away by your boyfriend <3. His tongue was flat against your clit, tracing tight and quick circles, as he raised his eyes so he was looking at the adorable frown you had, a clear sign of how closer you were to cumming in his face.

"Cum, cum princess, please." He begged, voice muffled by your thighs around his head. "Give me all of it, your sweet blood and your tasty cunt. All mine."

You came, clenching around nothing as his thumbs spread your pussy, licking all the blood and slick that slid down. Eddie stood up, and his face was a mess, with a sly smile and covered with blood and your cum. He just laughed and licked his lips sensually.

Then, he gasped loudly, eyes widening and turning around to sprint towards the bathroom.

"Shit! The water is still running, Wayne is gonna kill me!"

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[fuckmymunson]

congrats on 500 🤭🤭🤭❤️❤️

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remus w a (i forgot what it’s called) kink watching sirius and his gf have 👌👈and pretending it’s him 👌👈 with her

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18+, smut, voyeurism, mild stalking, male masturbation, borderline Perv!Remus <3.

Remus groaned against his pillow, furiously fisting his cock around the soft fabric of your panties, that unfortunately for you, were laid on top of Sirius’ laundry basket. He needed to be quiet because he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.

It was basically listening to your restless moans and Sirius' bed shaking in the adjacent room.

He felt sick, depraved and like a total creep, but goddamned your needy whines were enough to rile him up. The way you cried for more, how you begged to cum, desperate and crying. It was all music for his ears. The soft bangs against the wall followed by a sharp slap and a moan, worked in a chain reaction, making him speed up his movements against his hard, leaking cock in a futile attempt to match Sirius’ thrusts against your wet, tight pussy.

God, he was so jealous. 

Remus wanted more, he needed more. Unlocking the drawer on his nightstand, he opened his wallet, fumbling with a few tickets, coins and pounds, until he found his hidden treasure. 

The little polaroid he accidentally stole from Sirius’ wallet was now in between his fingers, as his hand wrapped his cock again with your dirty panties, using it as a pathetic fleshlight. His eyes traced your body, and he imagined he was the one who took that pic. Your legs spread for him, your lips parted sucking his thumb, his cock buried deep into your slick cunt. His eyes drifted to the little note you left on the polaroid, with your favourite pink marker.

“Siri’s little slut.”

And Remus couldn’t help but smirk as his thumb traced the big X on your boyfriend’s nickname, which was replaced by his messy handwriting (he was jacking off while writing it<3), with his favourite, permanent, black marker.

“Rem’s little slut.”

Much better.

Your loud moan dragged his attention from the polaroid, and he recognized those sounds immediately, you were about to cum, to make a mess, a mess he wanted on his cock, on his face, on his fingers. He wanted you. Remus was about to cum too, and he arched his back and buckled his hips against his hands, the fabric of your panties starting to burn his aching cock, it was too much, it wasn’t as soft as your precious cunt would be.

“Please!” You cried, dragging the last letter, and he imagined your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Siri p—please let me cum.” Ugh, why, why. 

“Go on, whore.” Sirius growled, and a sharp slap was followed by his words. “Make a mess on my cock, princess.” 

Remus did a number on his hand, as he coated your cute pink panties with long, thick squirts of his cum. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he exhaled shakily, panting. His honey locks were glued to his face thanks to the thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten, in the weak light of his desk lamp. He felt so embarrassed, so dirty, but… a part of him was thrilled with this danger, this unrequired passion and lust, for you.

The next morning, Remus woke up to your voice, but this time, it was far from pleased, you sounded pissed.

“What the fuck do you mean by «I lost it», dude?” You yelled at your boyfriend. “It must be in that mess you call a room!”

“First of all, is not a mess, idiot.” Sirius snarled back. “Second, I really have no idea where it is! You know no one touches my wallet. And, did you just call me «dude»?

“Oh sure.” You scoffed, sarcastically. “It just magically disappeared! A fucking polaroid of your dick buried in me just goes missing. Sure.” 

Remus had a sleepy smile on his face, as his hand reached under his pillow, where the polaroid was. 

“Yeah, do that, take that tone!— Ouch, that hurt!” Sirius complained.

“Stop yelling! Remus is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up to this… disaster.” Remus couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling his heart swelling at your worry. 

“Yeah, must be bad to wake up to your annoying bickering.”

“You fucking piece of shit, bickering my ass!”

The fight continued, and Remus heard every argument, insult and apology.

“Hey, where are my pink panties?”

His face hurt from all the smiling.

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[fuckmymunson]

🪦 𝐍𝐢𝐥 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐮𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭

No. 38

Regulus Black x reader

James used the reader to make lily jealous without realizing how much he had until he saw hiw much regulus had when she was with regulus. Sorry if that doesnt make sense but you dont have to use that idea if you dont want to

It's a really good idea! Hope you like it <3.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

Your first love wasn’t supposed to end like this. 

Crying next to the black lake, knees pressed against your chest, hiding from the world. You sobbed, whipping the tears away, feeling your heart aching with pain and melancholy.

“Excuse me.” You raised your eyes, looking at the green and silver handkerchief that was being offered at you by a pale hand. “Um, sorry for bothering you.” Regulus looked away when you took the piece of fabric, giving you proper privacy to compose yourself. 

“Thank you.” You talked in a low voice, your fingers tracing the patterns of silver snakes in the cloth. “It’s okay.”

“Can I sit with you?” He asked. A question that caught you off guard. You blinked a few times, nodding cautiously. He kept a reasonable distance and kept his eyes off you. “I’m sorry for what happened.”

“Oh.” You mumbled, so the whole school knew by now. “Well, don’t be.” The bitter sensation of your poor broken heart was heavy against your ribcage. “I suppose I deserve it for dating someone like him. I’m such an idiot—”

“Don’t” Regulus interrupted you. “If there’s an idiot, it’s him, not you.” His grey eyes were fixated on the lake, but you could see their frustration. “That Evans girl is nothing compared to you.”

Perhaps his words were a bit harsh, but, something about them made your stomach flutter. 

Regulus walked next to you through the whole process, getting over your first love wasn’t easy, but with him? It was less painful. Curious students glanced in your way whenever you two wandered around the castle, laughing and joking, always with a smile on your faces. He invited you numerous times to Hogsmeade, buying you candy and butterbeer, making you feel like the world was less heavy after a heartbreak. 

You opened your heart, and he did the same, and, before you could realize it, you were head over heels for him. Charmed by his affectionate manners, his lovely smile, and in love with the way he treated you as if you were his whole world. You glowed next to him, like a big, bright sun. Regulus held your hand, despite the gossiping, everyone could see from a mile around how happy you were, and how happy he was. 

His love felt like your first time over again. 

“Why you didn’t talk to me before?” You asked him one night, sitting next to him in the astronomy tower, eating chocolate frogs, after he confessed the never-ending crush he had on you, the very first moment he met you. 

“Well, you were with James.” He sighed, holding your hand. “All I wanted was for you to be happy. So, I pushed away my feelings, even if it killed me how much I wanted to be the one holding you.” 

“Well, you are the one who’s holding me.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. “I love you.”

“I love you, starshine.”

That weekend, you walked around Hogsmeade, holding his hand tightly, smiling and laughing next to him. Regulus wrapped you in a big hug, causing you to stumble with your own feet, dragging him with you. You both fell into a big pile of snow, a giggling, blushed mess. Winter was your favourite season, stealing his coats and sweaters, cuddling with him next to the fire, and drinking endless amounts of hot cocoa. Regulus and you were too caught up in a little snow fight, to notice the two pairs of eyes watching you from the distance.

James sighed, rubbing his face. From the very first moment he heard about you and Regulus, he thought it was a joke, a badly done revenge towards him for using you just to make Lily jealous. But, the longer the rumours took place, James started to believe you were actually dating Regulus. 

He saw you smiling, sitting next to Regulus in the Great Hall, surrounded by his friends, glowing like a goddess. He saw you at his quidditch match, but not wearing red and gold, but green and silver, shouting encouraging words towards your boyfriend, Regulus. He saw you kissing him in the morning before walking to class, he saw the way he held you, lovingly, passionately, and he cursed himself every single day for taking your love for granted.

“I still can’t believe it,” James muttered bitterly, crossing his arms. “I’m a fucking idiot.” He missed the way you worried about him, how you always were there for him, seeking his love, his arms, begging for his attention. He wanted to be him, the one who got to see your warm smile, the one who made you happy. 

He had it and he blew it, in the worst way possible.

In the end, he realized he didn’t even like Lily that much.

“Let’s go, Moony and Wormtail are waiting for us,” Sirius spoke, diverting his gaze from the happy couple. 

He felt troubled, on one hand, he tried to sympathize with his best friend, who was in love with a girl he let go so stupidly, on the other, he tried to be happy for his little brother, who deserve love after all he had been through back at home. He agreed with James, he was a full-time idiot for using you like that, and he was now paying the consequences.

“All I want is for her to be happy.” James sighed, looking at how Regulus grabbed your hand, kissing your glove and then your lips. You looked so in love, did you ever look at him that way?

“I love you,” Regulus said against your lips, kissing them repeatedly. 

“I love you, darling.” You replied, returning every kiss.

This really felt like your first love over again, and this time, it felt eternal.

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Remus & squirting 😀

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18+, smut, cheating, Remus being a softdom ♡

"What the hell is your problem?" You asked, locking the door of the empty classroom behind you. Remus leaned on a desk, titling his head with a curious look on his amber eyes.

"Explain?" He simply answered.

"Wha—, I mean why the fuck did you said that to him?" You hated when he acted this smug, but it was lowkey hot.

"Because it's the truth." Crossing his arms, he walked closer, making you step back, until your back was flat against the door. "He can't make you cum, at least not like I can."

"Are you jealous?" You asked, and the silence that followed your question was your indubitable answer. "Oh my god, you are jealous."

"What if I am?" He finally spoke, caging you against the wall, one hand on top of you head, the other on your hip. "What if I want to be the one holding your hand and kissing you in front of everyone?"

"Remus." You sighed, cupping his cheek. "I know, I know, but I—"

"Break up with him."

The determination and adoration in his eyes were breathtaking. He was breathtaking. You stood there, in silence, gaze fixated in his freckles face, your thumb traced the scars in his cheek, goddess, he was so handsome. He was yours.

"Fine." You said, after what felt like a million years. "I'll break up with him."

Remus smirked, and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was soft, but he still took control of it and pinned your hands in top of your head, gently as he always did.

"Can't you wait until we are in your dorm?" You asked, giggling when he started tracing patterns on the skin below your skirt with his free hand.

"I want you now." It wasn't a statement, or a request, it was an order.

Picking you up, Remus placed you on top of the desk, opening your legs and flipping up your skirt, tracing your sweet cunt on top of the cotton fabric of your baby blue panties. He loved those, with the little bow on the middle of the elastic.

He kneeled in front of you, and you knew you were in for a treat. He started licking your clit from atop the fabric, making you squirm and forcing you to grab a fistful of his honey locks with your delicate fingers. Remus continued with the little kisses and licks until he was satisfied with the growing wet patch in your panties. Sliding them off your legs, he used his thumbs to spread your slick pussy and dive in, swirling his tongue in and out, devouring you in every single lick.

You moaned, not loudly enough but the sound itself made him groan against your aching core. He slid two fingers, curling them as he attached his lips to your puffy clit, giving the little bud all the attention it needed.

"F—Fuck, Remus, stop." You whined, he just giggled and added a third finger, stretching you out a bit more, at goddess did it burned so good.

You were about to cum, he knew it, Remus knew your body better than anyone. But, this time was different. Perhaps it was the way he was curling his fingers, pressing them mercilessly against that spongy spot or the way he delivered bit your clit not so gently, making you jolt and cry.

Whatever he was doing this time, it was working, because you felt the knot in your stomach tighter than ever, it was exhausting, and you felt your whole body shaking at his ministrations. The gushing sounds of your dripping pussy, your moans and weak whines of his name and how he occasionally groaned at the taste of your sweet pussy were too much.

"Remmy." You moaned, trying to warn him of what was about to happen. "It feels w—weird, please, I—"

"Let go, princess, let me make you feel good." And with that, you squirted in his face and fingers. You almost yelled, closing your eyes and panting heavily.

Blinking a few times to push away the dizziness, you lowered your gaze, where Remus was smiling proudly and literally had heart-shaped eyes. His lower face was glistening with his spit and your release, making your heart fluttering.

"Good girl." He praised giving your clit a small kiss, helping you with your underwear and rubbing your thighs waiting for you to catch your breath. "Love you."

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[fuckmymunson]

🔮 remus + outdoor sex ?

Thank you for the request! I swear this had me...😵‍💫, 18+!

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

You hiss in discomfort as the cold brick wall of the alley collides with your bare back, perhaps the backless satin dress was a bad idea after all. “Fuck, Remus be careful—”

“Shut up." He smirks against your neck, placing wet kisses all over it. “You love it.” He was right, you absolutely adore it when he manhandles you.

His hands roll the hem of your dress, exposing your lacy underwear to the world. Wasting no time, he janks the item off, quick to pump two fingers inside you with comical ease. “Look at you, dripping for me.”

Your hands struggle with his belt, and Remus chuckles at how desperate you look. “Hurry up, sweetheart, we don’t have all night.” He groans in delight when you release his hard cock, pumping it hurriedly with one hand.

The size of this man.

“Hurry, please.” You beg, brushing your thumb at the swollen tip, smearing the sticky pre-cum around. “Remus, please just fuck me.”

“Jump.” He briefly instructs, and you do, giggling as his arms hook under your thighs, and his cock slides between your folds, teasing your clit. “Good girl, ready for me?” You nod with a pout. “You have to be quiet, okay? We don’t want everyone inside the bar to know how much of a slut you are.”

“Shut up, as if you—” Your words melt into a moan of pure bliss, at the burning stretch on your aching cunt. “I swear to God—Shit.” He keeps going and with every inch, you feel the air being punched out of your lungs. “Can’t with how b—big you are.”

“Shhh.” He coos at you, rolling his eyes at the wet clenching around his hard length. “There you go, see?” He kisses your jaw, spellbound by the addictive grip of your sweet pussy. “I’ll make it fit every time I want.” He pulls out just to slam his cock inside you without mercy. "I'll stretch this tight pretty pussy every day if I need to."

The muffled music inside the building, the loud engines of the cars on the street, the voices and laughs of people around you, above you, in the city, the permanent reminder of where you are. Someone could easily walk past this exact alley, to have a smoke, park, or even take a pee and they’ll find you struggling to keep your voice down as your boyfriend fucks you in the open.

You didn't mean to, but the simple thought of it, makes you moan and roll your hips involuntarily, making Remus growl in pleasure.

“I know what you’re thinking.” He whispers hotly in your ear. “What if someone sees us, eh?” With every snap of his hips, he’s hitting that spot inside you. “All they’ll see is a whore being fucked silly in an alley.”

Biting your lip, you nod. “Oh, am I right?” You nod again. “Fuck— You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” Remus presses his forehead against yours as he impales you with his cock. “So pretty.”

Just in time, you hear your friends yelling inside the bar, covering your loud moan as you cum around him, the wet gushing of your dripping cunt being borderline obscene. Remus curses loudly at the feeling and continues his thrusts, cumming inside you and groaning at the sensation of your velvety walls milking him dry.

“Let’s go home, please.” You look at him with pleading doe eyes.

“Let me call a cab.” Remus replies, zipping his pants up and placing the belt over his shoulder, kneeling to pick up your underwear and tucking it inside his pockets. “So I can finger you in the backseat.”

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[fuckmymunson]

🔮 Prof remus + size

Also congratulations <333

OOOF, this request had me-, going feral... Tysm Aarshi! I love u <3.

18+, Professor!Remus x Student!Reader, established relationship. DNI if uncomfortable.

🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖

The black vinyl rotated unbothered on his old record player, the catchy tune of a 70s song flooding your ears. Swinging your feet in the air, you smiled when the door opened and Professor Remus walked into his office.

“Hey.” You waved at him, enjoying the surprised grin on his face.

“What are you doing here, bunny?” He walked closer, placing his textbooks next to you and towering in front of you.

The sight of his height never ceased to amaze you.

This man was huge.

Not only was he one of the tallest people you had ever met before, everything about him was… big. You weren’t exactly that short, but next to him? Everything looked a couple of sizes smaller. His hands dwarfed your hips, and the way he cooed at you only made you melt in your spot.

“You didn't answer my question, bunny.” Remus noticed how your behavior changed every time he was this close to you. As if he drowned your common sense and all you could think of was him.

Which was true, if we are being truly honest.

“You know why.” The way he made you squirm just by a simple touch was amazing. His long fingers drummed your thighs and slid your uniform skirt slowly, while his free hand worked a locking and silencing spell to the door.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus gasped, pleased. In between your legs, he found the absence of underwear and a satisfying slick that covered your inner thighs. “All this for me?” You nodded, biting your pretty lips. “Usually, you know it is against your rules to touch yourself without permission… But since you behaved so well this week, perhaps I can let you go this time.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Making him proud was your absolute goal, and good girls got rewarded.

His large hands opened your legs slowly, savouring the moment. Sliding one finger across your folds, Remus hummed in delight at the prominent wetness that pooled in your aching cunt.

“Want me to use my fingers too?” He asked, your well-being being his priority.

You shook your head, looking at him with lovely, doe eyes. “No, Sir. I want you, your cock, please.”

“So polite.” Professor Remus cooed at you, how could he deny such a wonderful request? “I’ll give you what you want, bunny, you’re such a good girl.”

Soon, he was gradually sliding his long, veiny cock inside you, gently, knowing it could be too much for you if he forced it. He kept going, inch by inch, until you could swear he was hitting your stomach. Remus groaned in raw pleasure when he reached the tilt, pressing his thumb in the clear bulge in your lower abdomen.

“Look at that, you know what that is, princess?” His thrusts were slow, and careful, enjoying every grip of your tight little pussy, lost in the feeling of your warm greedy walls clenching around his hard cock.

“Hmm.” You barely managed to get out, the dizziness of pleasure and being full of him overwhelming your head. “Y—Your cock, Sir.”

Remus was unable to look away from the arousing scene, how your body struggled to fit him whole, how your thighs quivered on top of his desk, how your pretty face was all flustered and a light string of drool ran down your open mouth.

“So pretty when you’re full of my cock, bunny.” He spoke softly, speeding up his movements, abusing your poor tight pussy. The bulge became more prominent, making him moan in delight. “So pretty to see your Professor’s big cock stretching you and using you.”

“Yes, y—yes, Sir.” You mumbled, moaning loudly.

Good girls had huge rewards.

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[fuckmymunson]

https://twitter.com/daddywave4L/status/1538032869515243521?t=zeOixqvIipAVrlMbZG8WaQ&s=19

Uhh so I'm in slut slut mode rn and all I could think when I saw this tweet was reader being punished by one of the maruders or poly maruders where the other 2 just watch while 1 of them does this to reader-

Listen... LISTEN... I'm on slut slut mode too rn, so bear with me... also Remus biased because I want that man to spit on my mouth and lemme use it as a mouthwash.

"Look at her, taking Moony's cock so well." Sirius cooed from the other side of the room, fist tightly wrapped around his hard cock. “So gorgeous.”

"She's so pretty, right?" James joined the praise, matching Sirius's movements around his own hard length. "Such a pretty princess, being so obedient."

"Shut up, you two." Remus groaned from the bed, biting his lip while he pushed your head until your nose tickled with the little patch of hair in his lower abdomen. "She's being punished for being a–" The way your throat clenched around his cock made him moan raw in pleasure, hips buckling. “Shit–, for being a fucking brat. Stop spoiling her.”

He continued fucking your face without mercy, cupping your cheeks and slapping them with the tip of his flushed cock, smearing your saliva and his precum all over your face. “Keep sucking, slut, until you learn how to behave.” You nodded weakly, eager to please your daddies <3.

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