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I Need to Feel You // Poly!Marauders x fem!reader

Summary: Waking from a lust-filled night, you were feeling slightly needy.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, subspace (kinda), cock warming, slow fucking, daddy kink, praise kink, dom/sub, size kink/difference), intense, creampie, overstimulated, edging, sensitive, multiple orgasms, aftercare, soft marauders, remus has a big dick

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The ache settled through the muscles in your body was what woke you first, the memories of the following night came tumbling through your mind in a joyful breeze. Gryffindor had won the quidditch cup for the third year in a row which meant late-night celebrations followed by attempts of showing James and Sirius how proud you were.

This plan only succeeded up to a point of undressing before the three marauders were licking, nipping, fucking, and bending in all shapes between the bodies, every hole stuffed and oozing with bodily fluids. It was the perfect night but today, it meant you were shattered, aching everywhere and needy.

Having been around the three of them in such proximity, you needed to feel that sensation a little more, it almost felt like something was missing from your body. There was however a warmth radiating just a little further up the bed and it was almost on instinct that you needed to be closer to it. This was easier said than done however as your limbs didn’t want to be responding to your brain, or at least, it was half-arsed, rather than crawling up the bed, it was more a drag of your exhausted body.

Luckily the warm culprit wasn’t too far away and from his natural scent, without even opening your eyes, could tell that it was James Potter. The Gryffindor Seeker was already half-awake as he felt your body desperately trying to creep closer and was able to position his arms under yours and pull closer.

“Morning love”, his voice was thick with sleep as he leaned down to kiss your temple, breathing in your own scent that calmed him in his own morning ritual. Resting your head against the crook of his neck, you smiled against his skin, kissing it lazily in your own welcome.

James held you close, not realising just how cold you were until his heat began to pour into your muscles. Opening your eyes, you released a heavy yawn, body shaking with exhaustion as he moved his face away slightly so he could look at your face, one hand resting against your naked spine and the other dancing along the sensitive skin on your cheek.

A laugh bubbled in your throat, lips spreading into a cheeky smile as your eyes caught sight of James’ already naturally messy hair but now it looked like there was no saving it. James gave you a confused expression at your laugh but as you reached to try and comb his hair back down to your body he only rolled his eyes, turning to grab his pair of glasses on the dresser beside the bed.

“Nothing like being laughed at in the morning”, he joked, relaxing back into the bed and releasing his own yawn before glancing back down at you. The two of you smiled at one another, just happy to be in each other's embrace. James gently kissed the tip of your nose, his hands lazily exploring the area across your back. “You’re in a good mood this morning”, he casually commented.

Humming in response, you returned your face to his neck, attempting to also lift your leg over his hip but it felt so heavy that he had to reach down and drag it over his thighs. This was how you felt his morning wood, long and hard in between his legs as he pulled your leg up until it rested on his hip.

Not being able to help the giggle from escaping, you could feel James’ smile from the cute sounds you were making. “You know, it’s even worse to have at a man's cock my love” as he spoke, he lowered his lips to your cheek as you arched your head back, his words only making you laugh harder. It wasn’t that you were actually laughing at his hard member, still slightly delirious from the night before.

“Sorry James”, you offered your first words of the day to him, snuggling in closer to his body but the movement from your hips mean that your bare cunt brushed against his hip.

“Anything I can help with there?” his voice suddenly sounded silky as he referred to how wet your pussy was, even leaving a damp spot against his skin. As he looked down at you, the lust slowly filled his eyes as well the pulse of his cock against your thigh.

“Want to feel you closer”, was your own response, voice still sounding thick with sleep. James stroked a finger across your cheek once more and now it was his turn to laugh.

“Are you sure you don’t want to just sleep? You did have quite a busy night if I do recall?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, eyes sliding shut as your fingers moved deeper into his hair, holding tightly, “need to feel you closer, daddy.” Each word was filled with desperation, worried that he wouldn’t actually go along with what you truly wanted, even though your bodies were touching, it still didn’t feel like you were close enough

James tutted, finally understanding just how you were feeling, “ah I thought so, are you feeling a little bit needy today my love?” he asked, referring to the chosen nickname that you’d used.

It wasn’t necessarily a subspace that you were mentally in but having spent hours being full of cock, fingers and tongues; waking up to nothing always left you feeling extra needy. Nodding eagerly to James’ question, he then began to help you sit up so that his back rested against the bedframe and you were in his lap.

Both of your hands rested on his shoulders, face returning to nuzzle into his neck as your thighs stretched over his thighs to straddle him. James mostly held you up though with his arms supporting your back, his cock now resting in between your two bodies.

“Do what you need to do” he encouraged, giving you complete control over the situation. Tiredly and with his help, you raised onto your knees and eased his pulsing member into your soaking pussy. The two of you groaned deeply in pleasure, eyes closing and fingers gripping tighter to each other's bodies as inch by inch you slide down his cock until the two of you were moulded together.

You were still incredibly sensitive from the night before, so you didn’t want to move, just wanted to cockwarm him, the full sensation was just what you were hoping for so your body relaxed into his hold.

James understood immediately that you just wanted to sit there, holding onto one another and he was more than happy to do this. As the minutes ticked by, your delicate cunt kept clenching and twitching around him and even though you didn’t have the urge to ride him, it was still pleasurable and relaxing.

Even at one point as your arms dropped to your side with exhaustion, you could feel yourself falling asleep. “Are you began to fall asleep on me, love?” James asked curiously, warm hands still supporting and teasing the skin across your back.

“Mmm, feel so good, I’m so full”, you mumbled tiredly, voice vibrating against James’ skin.

James was happy that he was making you feel better and itching the metaphorical scratch of feeling close to him. However, after nearly 10 minutes of simply sitting there with his cock unmoving in your cunt which was still sporadically clenching and releasing, James was beginning to sweat. His cock was so incredibly hard it almost hurt, causing it to throb which only in turn caused your walls to flutter around him, it was an endless cycle that he was quickly going to lose.

You felt so fucking perfect around him and he didn’t want to upset you by bringing this to an end because he came but he also wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay like this, needing a break or something.

Just as he attempted to shit his legs, hoping to pull out slightly, you groaned and only ground your hips down harder causing him to swear and release his hold of your back to grip the sheets, begging himself not to cum.

Thankfully his saviours came in the shape of the two other marauders as they returned from stealing some breakfast from the kitchens for you both.

“Oh thank Merlin!” James frantically whispered, keeping his voice low so as to not wake you. His cheeks were now flushed, eyes wildly staring at the two men, sweat coating his forehead causing his hair to damply stick to it.

Sirius was the first to laugh, “having a good morning there, Prongs?”

“Sirius this isn’t funny! She’s feeling super subby this morning and wanted to be close to me and now I need to cum so bad! I can’t stay here for much longer but I don’t want to upset her by not being able to feel full so can one of you, please, come and replace me!”

Both Sirius and now Remus too were laughing at James, of all predicaments to be in, it could have been worse.

“Guys I’m being serious, I’m going to cum!” James was slowly losing his patience with the two other marauders, feeling his cock continue to throb, knuckles aching from the grip on the sheets that he had.

Sirius rolled his eyes at James’ dramatics, beginning to strip his clothes as he muttered, “I think you’ll find I’m Sirius and looks like, I’m also your saviour too”.

The long-haired Gryffindor began to climb across the bed, his cock already thickening from the moment he’d walked into the room and seen yourself and James' naked bodies. James sighed in relief as Sirius moved closer, kneeling directly behind you.

Sirius began by kissing your shoulder, making sure to not frighten you awake, keeping his touches careful and soft, if you were feeling subby, you need that extra care and attention rather than the rough domination that you’d experienced last night. Carefully moving his arms around your body, his lips dropped to hover over your ear, making sure to whisper calming sentiments as you began to stir.

“Shhh Sweetheart it’s all going to be ok, I’ve got you, it’s Sirius. That’s it, lean back into me, that’s a good girl, I’m going to look after you so poor Prongs can have a little break”, his voice had completely changed from the sarcastic one just heard, it was now tender and caring as your head leaned back onto his shoulder, allowing him to help ease you off of James.

“Sirius?” you asked tiredly, attempting to open your eyes to look up at the boy, wondering when he’d gotten back.

“That’s right Darling, it’s me. Going to have a cuddle with me for a little bit”.

Your entire top half was now leaning on Sirius as James was breathing hard and just as he began to ease his cock out, he quickly gripped your thighs, keeping you still, his beautiful mouth dropping open in a gasp, “wait stop, I’m cumming!”

You watched as his eyes scrunched closed hard, his tip still remaining inside and you could feel his dick completely draining inside of you. James came so hard he was nearly dizzy, chest heavily breathing, head falling back against the bed as his balls emptied into your hole.

It gave you a lot of adrenaline to see him look almost desperate with how desperately he needed that orgasm and as he began to calm, releasing the grip on your thighs, rubbing the sore spots quickly before leaning it to kiss your lips delicately. The movement caused his softening cock to finally slip out and a gush of moisture of both yours and his juices slipped down onto the bed.

Sirius was watching with a devilish grin from over your shoulder as James sat with a satisfied smile. Realising he was still mostly holding up, he snapped back to his job and helped to lie you in the centre of the bed, making sure to praise your efforts, “that’s my girl, look at how well you treated James, I’m so proud of your Darling”.

His words had you smiling tiredly into the bed, looking over your shoulder as he eased himself behind you. Sirius’ taller frame was able to curl around yours completely, his arm under your head so that you could lean on it but also hold his hand and the rest of him spooned behind you.

“You did so well,” he continued to praise as he made himself comfortable

“I- I want you closer Siri,” you asked quietly, beaming with pride at his words but feeling the evident loss of the cock between your legs.

“Don’t worry Sweetheart, I’m going to look after you”. This is exactly what he did, using his spare hand and positioning his hips correctly, Sirius was able to aim his cock at your awaiting, cum filled hole which only aided in him being able to slip in.

As the satisfied sensation caused you to sigh happily, James leaned down and kissed your cheek, finally climbing off of the bed to go and clean himself up as Remus knelt next to the bed, holding a slice of toast.

“I think someone needs some breakfast”, he tried to aid you, clearly needing the energy with how exhausted you were.

This doesn’t mean you had to go along with it as you briskly turned your face into Sirius’ arm, hiding from Remus’ food.

“Come on Moony, can’t exactly expect her to eat when she’s already full up”, Sirius joked from over your shoulder, wiggling his eyebrows and ever so slightly thrusting his hips causing you to whine highly and clench harder with your cunt.

“Sirius stop that, she needs to eat something”, Remus reprimanded, stroking a hand along your bare arm before locking your fingers together, bringing it up to his lips and kissing the back. This also filled your chest with warmth, opening one eye and turned to look at him as he gave you a sweet smile back.

“I’ll eat after, I promise” you tried to reason with him, showing that you weren’t completely lost in the submissive headspace that they needed to take control as you wouldn’t be able to look after yourself. Remus nodded his head, taking a moment to kiss the back of your hand a few more times before standing and leaving you two to it.

Closing your eyes once more, you completely relaxed into Sirius’ embrace, finding that your hips had slowly begun to roll, soft mewls building in your throat.

“What do you want? Talk to me,” Sirius encouraged, his thumb and index finger casually playing with your perked nipples.

“Want you”, your voice still sounded thick with sleep but the tight grip on his hand showed just how very much awake and needing you were at that moment.

“Alright Love, I’ve got you”. Sirius released your nipples to gently hold your hips, helping to keep you in place to thrust his hips back and forth very slowly. Making sure the two of you felt every single drag and push of his cock, your walls quivering with each movement.

Eventually Sirius attempted to increase the pace but all you had to do was shake your head once and he was returning back to the slow pace, kissing your shoulder blade, “Ok, we’ll take it slow, just you and me.”

The slow rocking of your bodies helped to lul your needy sensations and the feeling of him was absolutely blissful, neither rushing to an orgasm, just being as one, in and out, groaning each other's names.

After a while - much like James - Sirius began to struggle. The Gryffindor Beater wasn’t usually one for slow, tender love, more enjoying a hard fuck against the wall so trying to keep in control was driving him mad because it felt so fucking good for him to feel every single convulsion that your pussy walls did. But even with his good stamina, there was only a certain amount of time that he could do this and as beads of sweat began to drip down his own spine, he knew something needed to happen.

“You alright over there, Padfoot?”, it was now Remus who was teasing with a smirk plastered across his scarred face, leaning casually against the bedpost with his arms crossed.

“Fuck off”, Sirius grunted, closing his eyes, hips stuttering slightly as he nearly lost control. Trying a different tactic, he eased his hand from your hip and around the front, in between your legs, intending to rub your clit in circles.

However it was so sensitive that you simply brushed away his hand, “I want just this, it feels so good”, you moaned, smiling happily, unaware of the difficulty currently being experienced by the man fucking you.

In truth, you were very close to cumming but the slow pace, kept you almost edged, feeling the elevated high that came before the orgasm and you were enjoying it, finding it almost thrilling.

Sirius bit his lip for a moment, cursing in his head as his thighs began to tremble from the effort of holding back. “Darling, I don’t think I can keep going for much longer, I really need to cum”, his skilful lips began to kiss the junction between your shoulder and neck causing you to sigh.

You liked the sound of him cuming, knowing that even though you’d not put much effort in, both boys had cum inside of you and with how pretty James looked as he desperately came earlier, you wanted that again.

“Mmm, I want you to cum for me Siri,” you announced, forcefully pushing your hips back and purposefully tensing your walls around him.

With the unexpected movement, Sirius only had a second to harshly grip your hip, holding you once again in place and grunting loudly, whole body shuddering as we came. “I love you, fuck-” he cursed and even though you were facing away from him, you could hear the same desperation from him as he coated your insides with his hot seed.

It took a few minutes for him to relax into the hold. “I love you too”, you smiled into his arm, kissing the skin just as he was doing to your shoulder, allowing for his cock to slip out and climb out of bed, leaving you on your own.

Opening your eyes, you smiled lazily, looking around for Remus, hoping it would be joining you next. Luckily he was standing next to the bed, taking off his clothes, knowing he couldn’t just leave Sirius and James to cum inside you without his own contributions and he every so desperately wanted to see your beautiful face light up in your own pleasure.

For a moment, you were able to admire the tallest of the marauders as he climbed into the bed. Remus always made you feel the daintiest without even trying just by the sheer size of his body and the impressive sight between his legs.

As he began to crawl up your body, your fingers found their way into his hair as he used his thick thighs to push both of your weak legs up, his mouth quickly trailing a path of open-mouth kisses up your sternum and to your throat, nipping the area below your ear.

His entire body completely overwhelmed you perfectly and he was careful as to not brush your clit with his cock, having seen just how sensitive it was. “You’ve been such a good girl for us, taking care of James and Sirius, let me take care of you now, Pup”.

Leaning up on his forearms so he could look at your face, he was confused to see a frown displayed. “Want to take care of you though”.

He released a deep chuckle that sent sparks straight to cunt, “you will Love, but I just want to see you cum for me first.”

Remus was so calm and soft, always so aware of wherever he was touching you, making you feel warm and protected, much like the other two had. Gently, with a flick of his hips, Remus was able to push the tip of his thick member into you but you’re a little swollen and therefore grunted, head falling back and hips automatically trying to roll further down.

It always took longer to adjust to Remus’ size, something he would occasionally mock you for because you just felt so small around his cock but he always made sure that you were comfortable.

A shiver passed through your body as you were stretched to your maximum, taking inch after inch until hitting your cervix. You were hungrily gasping for breaths, thighs shaking against his.

“That’s a good girl, deep breaths for me, you’ve taken my cock so well my love”.

The sensation was suddenly so overwhelming that you couldn’t even warn him probably, simply just stuttering “I- I..I” before your walls was clamping down harder as your orgasm constricted throughout your entire body. The build-up of both James and Sirius, having your walls stretched the way they had, was almost a red-hot pleasure through your abdomen but the smile on your face grew in satisfaction.

Remus was just as satisfied as you were, cursing under his breath and closing his eyes feeling your cunt contracting around him, you felt so fucking good wrapped around him. Eventually as you calmed down from your high, you were able to look up at the man hovering over you.

“Want you to cum too”.

Remus leaned down to kiss you tenderly, his lips moving steadily against yours as he attempted to pull out however the movement had you dragging down the bed with how violently your cunt was gripping onto his cock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight! Take a few deep breaths for me, love, need you to relax for me”. You did just that, releasing the hold on his hair, allowing him to hold your wrists above your head as you concentrated on breathing, relaxing the muscles between your legs.

Finally, after a few attempts, eventually, he's able to fuck you, slowly at first but with all of the overstimulation, every nerve felt like it was alive with pleasure, almost to the point of being overwhelmed causing a lone tear to slip from your eye.

“Please…please cum”.

“Nearly there, you’re doing so good for me”.

At some point, Sirius and James had joined the bed to take a hold of a leg of yours each, pushing it back until your knee was resting against your chest, giving Remus the perfect view of your overused, puffy cunt that was still coated in everyone’s cum.

All three of them were now giving soft praises, helping to keep you grounded and not spiral. Remus eventually released his hold on your wrists, sitting up on his knees, his grunts low as he bit his lip, his large hands gripping your hips tightly.

With his firmer grip, he was able to fuck you just that tiny bit harder which had you cumming again, crying out, back arching up and this was all Remus needed to feel his balls tighten, shaft twitching and cum spurting out in thick drools.

Remus’ chest glimmered with sweat and he was breathing heavily as he made sure to praise you one last time, “good girl”, before gently pulling his dick out, glancing down to see the mixture of bodily fluids that had been created and the puffy, overused state in between your legs.

Rushing to the bathroom, he returned with two wash clothes, the first was warm, washing away the mess that had been left, being careful with your sensitivity and then the second cloth was cool, helping to soothe you.

You were desperate to turn onto your side and sleep but Sirius was there, stroking your cheek to wake you again, making sure that you did actually eat that slide of toast and then James was quick to follow it up with a drink of water.

Smiling sheepishly at them all from the middle of the bed, you watched as Sirius and James changed to go to quidditch practice and Remus was more than eager to climb onto top of the covers with you.

“We’l meet you down by the lake after lunch”, Remus informed Sirius and James who nodded, waving a farewell before leaving the two of you.

“Could you read to me, please?” you asked quietly, holding him around his middle.

Remus did just this, picking up the book he’d left on the nightstand, his other hand idly stroking the back of your head, his soothing voice sending you to sleep in seconds.

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theemporium · 10 months

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Idk if you take requests like this. But I'd love, if you write that is, Marauders era character' reaction when the reader flashes at them during an argument (there was a tiktok treand going on)

Idk which all marauders you write to, so feel comfortable to write the only ones you write for. Also can you make it a fem!reader prety please? Thankyou so much!

thank you for requesting!🖤i just did this with the three main boys, enjoy!

Sirius:

“He was all over you!”

“He’s a friend!”

“And he wants to shag you!”

“I don’t care, you’re the only one I want to shag!”

The argument had been going on for the better part of the last hour. Sirius had always been a dramatic person and you knew that. A part of you truly adored it because his theatrical flare was entertaining, nine times out of ten.

But right now? It made you want to put your head through a wall.

“Sirius, you need to drop this,” you huffed out, hands on your hips as you watched the boy pace around the room. “I don’t care about him like that, why does it matter if he does—which he doesn’t, by the way.”

“Because!” Sirius exclaimed with no other explanation.

“For fucks sake,” you grumbled, shaking your head as the boy only rolled his eyes.

“You don’t even care that this is upsetting me!” he accused, his tie askew and more buttons of his shirt undone than they had been this morning. “You don’t care that he’s trying to shag you and that it upsets me. Merlin, maybe you even like the attention because he’s a pretty bloke with pretty eyes and pretty hair and—”

Sirius was rambling. And when he rambled, he really fucking rambled and you were not in the mood to deal with it right now—especially with something so stupid.

Without a second thought, your fingers gripped the hem of your shirt and quickly pulled it up to your chin, watching the boy slowly come to a halt as his eyes dropped to your chest.

“Oh,” he murmured helplessly.

“Good. Now that you’ve shut up, you can listen to me,” you said, letting your shirt fall down as you reached for him.

But Sirius whined, tugging the edge of your shirt back up. “Baby, no, don’t cover them up now.”

Remus:

Remus Lupin was a stubborn bastard when it came to giving the silent treatment.

It was irritable at the best of times. Majority of the time, it would be a silly little thing he would do when you got into petty arguments, and it wouldn’t last anything longer than five minutes before he was pulling you towards him and keeping you close. But sometimes—on the off chance you’ve had a really bad argument—it could go on for days.

This time seemed to fall with the latter.

It had been a tense week. Between raging hormones and upcoming full moons, the added stress of exams and assignments and marauder shenanigans hadn’t worked in your favour. You and Remus had been snappier than usual at each other and it led to one big blow out that resulted in neither of you talking to each other for the last three days.

But now, you were tired and done with arguing and you just wanted your boyfriend. However, Remus didn’t seem eager to talk it out.

“Really? We are still doing this?” you questioned as you stood at the foot of his bed, watching as he lazily turned the page of his book as though you hadn’t been in the room for the last fifteen minutes. “You’re being childish, Remus.”

And yet, the boy still didn’t reply.

Your boyfriend was as stubborn as he was gorgeous, and you had never hated it more than you did in that moment.

But everyone had their weaknesses and you just so happened to know your boyfriend’s very well.

“If that’s the way you wanna play it,” you grumbled as you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head and chucking the material at Remus without a second thought.

He paused mid-page flip, glancing down at the material before his eyes slowly lifted to look at you, clad in only your skirt and bra now. His eyes darkened, a flurry of emotions passing through that you recognised well enough.

“Shit,” he muttered, halfheartedly throwing his book on his bedside table.

“Now you’re talking to me?” you teased as you watched him crawl to the end of the bed, reaching out for you eagerly.

“We can talk later,” Remus grumbled as his fingers glided up your back towards the clasp of your bra. “Got more important stuff to do right now.”

James:

It wasn’t fair.

You were good at arguing. Merlin, you were one of the best people when it came down to it. You loved a good argument. You loved winning an argument. And there was nothing better in knowing you were one hundred percent, without a single fucking doubt right.

But your boyfriend was making it really difficult to argue when he was prancing around the room half-naked.

You could barely even remember what the argument was about anymore. All you knew was that James had already been pissy after losing a quidditch match and he kept being short with you, and the next thing you knew, you were bickering back and forth in his dorm room. Then he pulled his quidditch jersey over his head, leaving his thick arms and broad shoulders and glistening chest on display, and every single coherent thought left your head.

“Are you even listening to a word I’m saying?”

You blinked, your surroundings returning to you as you stared at the pouting boy a few feet away from you. His hands were resting on his hips, his lips turned down in a somewhat frown and his messy curls covering his furrowed eyebrows. He was still pissed and now you were pissed at him for distracting you.

It wasn’t fair so you decided to even the playing field.

Without a moment of hesitance, you pulled your jumper over your head and let it thump onto the ground. You stood there, showing as much skin as he was, and watched as his eyes widened comically as he stared at your tits in the red bra you were wearing.

“I—” he paused, gulping a little. “What are you doing?”

“Making this argument fair,” you stated simply as though you weren’t resisting the urge to reach out and watch his abs softly clench under your touch. “Now are you gonna tell me why you’re in such a shitty mood or do I have to keep pretending I know why you’re being like this?”

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weird-is-life · 3 months

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Please be careful

Pairing: Hockey!James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: James gets injured during one of his hockey games and he's desperate to see you

Warnings: angsty, fluff, use of pet names, use of y/n, mentions of concussion, hospitals...

Words: 0.9k

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It was supposed to be a normal, regular hockey game with James as the captain for the game. And you, unfortunately, couldn't attend it, so you were hoping for a happy phone call from James.

Instead, you get a phone call from Remus and you instantly know, that something is wrong.

But you don't expect it to be that bad. Apparently, James got slammed into the boards by another player. Though, that's not unusual for hockey games, you've seen James get boarded plenty of times.

But James's helmet was not tightened properly and as he got pushed into the boards, it slipped off of his head, meaning James bumped his head hard.

James is stable, he has a pretty bad concussion and keeps loosing his consciousness, but he is stable.

You try not to panic, as you listen to Remus explain. But it's hard not to. You don't know, what you'd do If something happened to him.

You will those scary, irrational thoughts away and rush to the hospital. When you get there, Remus is waiting for you outside.

You immediately go give him a tight hug.

"How's he?" you ask with a worry, while you quickly follow him towards James's door.

"He's okay, still disoriented. But okay, he's got some painkillers for the headache, so keeps falling asleep," Remus reassures you, he would feel the same panic, you feel right now, if it wasn't for Sirius being by his side the whole time.

"He's been constantly asking for you, you know," Remus adds with a smile, "like every single time he wakes up, it's your name he says first."

"Really?" you smile at him back, it lifts your mood up a little, hearing that James's been asking for you.

"Yeah, really. Now c'mon, let's go inside. I know, there's at least one person in there that can't wait to see you," Remus means James, but also Sirius.

Sirius may seem like he's a really tough guy, when in fact he is actually the biggest softie. He instantly goes to hug you, too.

Another fact about Sirius is that, he gives bone-crushing hugs, that leave you almost aching. You can't say you hate them, they are comforting. So his tight hug is exactly, what you need, to calm your racing heart completely.

When you pull away, your gaze lands on James's lying figure. He looks almost the same as he usually does sleeping, except for the quite big gash over his forehead.

You go sit in the chair next to his bed. "Hi, Jamie," you whisper, as you take his hand into both of yours," you scared the shit out of me."

You chuckle quietly and wipe away, the one tear that escapes from your eye. You lift James hand up to your lips and kiss the back of it, letting out a huge sigh of relief.

The guys leave you alone with James to go get something to eat, which you are thankful for. Because you can finally get a minute only just for yourself to breath it all through.

With your eyes closed as you take one big breath in after another, you don't notice James's eyelids opening.

That cheeky bastard, stays quiet for a few minutes, just looking at you and smiling happily to himself. He's over the moon, that you are finally there.

"H-hi, my love," he croaks out with a groggy voice from the sleep.

Your eyes shoot open, widening when you see him smiling at you," James!"

"You're awake...How are you feeling? Does it hurt? Is your head spinning?Do you need some more painkiller...-?" you stress, but James interrupts you.

"Lovely....-" he starts, but you ignore it.

"Or-or should I go get some nurse?" you ask him nervously, already getting up to leave.

"Y/N," he says your name to finally get your attention.

"Yeah, Jamie?"

"Just breath, yeah?" he squeezes your hand, " I'm perfectly okay, now that you're hear." He knows, he must have scared you pretty badly. I mean, he was a bit scared himself to be honest.

You do as he tells you and make your worrying stop," a-are you sure, you don't need anything?"

"Actually, there's one thing," he says, cheeky smile already painting his bruised handsome face.

"Anything...."

"I could really, really use a hug from my best girl, right now," you hesitate for a second, not wanting to hurt him any more, then he already is.

But James has none of it, he pulls you by your hands towards him, basically pulling you into his lap.

"James!" you giggle at his action, but finally close to him, you give in. You tightly embrace him, hiding your face into his chest.

"I thought, we'd agreed, that no injuries for you," you mumble into his chest. Your heart still goes fast from the worry and you're pretty sure that James knows, because his hold on you tightens a bit.

"I know, I'm sorry pretty. I'm so sorry, I scared you," James mumbles back and kisses you on the top of your head. He shouldn't have done that, because his head starts to spin from bending down to kiss you. He doesn't tell you that, though.

"It's okay, I know it wasn't your fault. But please be more careful next time?" you ask innocently, rubbing your hand up and down his back.

"I'll try," James promises.

"Good."

"Good." You stay quiet for a longer moment, just processing that James's really okay. Even if he's a bit bruised.

"I love you, you know that?" James whispers lovingly.

"Of course, I know. I love you, too."

You stay cuddled up on James's bed, until the nurse comes and looks at you two very sternly, which has you climbing off of him and the bed in a matter of seconds.

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inkdrinkerworld · 3 months

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Dealer!remus and autistic!reader’s relationship starts off so rocky guys let me tell you!!! Angst to fluff

Remus doesn’t fully get that he can’t just say things- like he’s got to be deliberate and conscious of the words he uses and his tone.

He’s never had to do that before so it’s weird and it’s hard to learn and he slips up sometimes.

One of your biggest arguments happens when he’s frustrated and you’re just trying to help.

You’d seen him so sullen and moody on James’ story so you decided to do for him, what you do for yourself.

You baked.

But then you realized you’re not at the stage where you know his absolute favourite type of cookie so you go a little all out.

You bake chocolate chip biscoff cookies. Chocolate chip toffee cookies, regular chocolate chip and brown butter chocolate chip.

You set them in a cute box and you text Remus that you’re coming to see him. You’re thinking everything’s going to go well, you’re gonna drop the cookies off for him, maybe he’s going to tell you what’s bugging him- maybe not; either way he won’t be alone.

Except you get there and immediately you feel like you’re inconveniencing him.

Try as you might not to take it personally, it’s really hard because he seems particularly peeved at you.

“Why are you here?” His tone is sharp and jagged and it winds you a little.

“I brought you cookies to cheer you up. Saw that you weren’t yourself on James’ story,” you keep your tone even, light- a practiced thing from your days of dealing with people that didn’t quite get you.

“Why would that cheer me up?” At this point everything’s going downhill fast and you try to salvage what little is left of your deflated cheeriness and open up the box to display the array of cookies.

Remus at the same time waves his hand and the box goes pitching across his living room floor and he explodes.

You can’t remember the last time someone had yelled at you like that and honestly, it hurt more coming from Remus who was so normally relaxed and chilled.

You don’t even tell him goodbye, you just clean up all the mess while he’s cursing and yelling and then leave.

What’s twists the bloodied blade in the wound is that he doesn’t even try to stop you or reach out to you for three days.

By which point you’ve already gone mostly nonverbal and you’re in no mood to entertain or fake a personality for the sake of your friends when you do see them.

Remus stops at your house after you ignore three invitations to his place.

“Dove, I know you’re at home. Can you open the door please?” His voice is muffled through the hard wood of the door and you have half a kind to leave it shut- he’d been mean, he’d said things that were very hurtful now that you’ve actually processed what he’s said fully.

You don’t know if you can stand to see him. Then he knocks again, “I want to look at you when I apologise, sweet girl. Please open the door.” And the wholesale remorse in his tone shakes your core and you cave.

He steps inside with a box and three tulips. “I figured I’d have had to do it face to face for it to really mean anything and because I realized I was an absolute prick to you when you just came over to help.”

You don’t even hum. Usually, when he was nice Remus- as you’ve differentiated in your head - you’d be able to look him in the eyes every couple of words, but right now you just look over his shoulder.

“I shouldn’t have yelled or sworn at you like that. It wasn’t cool and I never want to speak to you like that- ever. I was an idiot and I just want to make up for it.”

There’s about a minute where Remus thinks he’s just fucked every single bit of progress you’ve both made with each other and then you let out a big breath.

“You can’t say things that you don’t mean just because you’re upset. What you said really hurt my feelings and I don’t like feeling the way you made me feel when you were that angry. If we continue to be friends you can’t do that because it makes it hard for me to trust you and find what you’re saying believable.”

Your voice is hoarse and crackly from lack of use and Remus feels even worse. “I’ll do better, I swear. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you- it’ll never be, but I am sorry that I did.”

You nod once, succinct and definitive. Remus holds out the box to you, showing a puzzle you’d been eyeing for a while.

“Can we build it together?” He asks softly, an ebb of vulnerability given away as you catch his eyes.

“Okay, but we have to do corners first, then work our way in.” Remus nods, his other hand holding the flowers for you. The tulips are a pristine white.

“The lady at the shop said they’re good for conveying apologies.”

You smile a little, “These ones are also for condolences.” Remus shakes his head,

“Not this time,” he watches you put them in a vase of water. “Also, ‘if we continue to be friends’, thought we were a little closer than friends, sweet girl?”

He relishes in the way you bite your lip to hide your grin as you take the puzzle box from him and set it up on your coffee table.

“Well I wasn’t sure if you wanted to acknowledge it or not.”

Remus says very seriously as he sits opposite you at the coffee table, ducking down so he can catch your eyes as you take out the numbered bags. “I’m always acknowledging it, we’re more than friends dove. When everything’s not so fucked, I’ll take you out and do it with pink and red lilies.”

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fourmoony · 4 months

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Hi oh my gosh I love literally everything you write. And you're doing poly!marauders. So excited.

Would you be willing to do something like reader doesn't have a great self-esteem so she never thought she'd find someone who'd love her just the way she is but then she found them. and is just super in love and incredibly happy?

could be nsfw too if you want.

thankyou!

you are so kind, thank you so much, angel! thanks for requesting, hope you like it :) p.s. this is my first time writing poly!marauders so be gentle pls <3

poly!marauders x f!reader | 1.2k words | masterlist

cw - implied self esteem issues

You feel content in your little bubble.

The kitchen is warm and filled with love and laughter and bodies and the conversation flows freely. It's comfortable and cosy and Remus is making soup so really, your day couldn't get any better.

James is cutting vegetables under Remus' watchful gaze and Sirius is practically hanging over Remus' shoulder, as excited as you about the pot of soup on the stove. You're content to just watch them, let them just be from your place on the counter beside the stove. Remus had chastised you'd burn the side of your leg, James had made an ill timed joke about getting to kiss it better, and said burn was yet to occur. So you sit. You watch. You smile to yourself because you're happy.

It's a daily struggle to remind yourself that you're worthy of being included in this little bubble, that the boys want you here as much as you want to be here. Some days it feels impossible, some days you feel like an intruder, like a burden they're too nice to get rid of. Then Sirius does something so stupidly Sirius and Remus will lean over, kiss the shell of your ear and thank you for being the only sane person in the house. And James asks if he can sit with you while you shower. It's not about sex. Not always, at least. James just likes to listen to your day and tell you about his without the constant buzz of conversation around him, sitting on the toilet with fogged up glasses and a smile on his face. He joins you on the bad days, helps you forget. It's peaceful, and it's your ritual.

They do everything they can to remind you, every day, that they want you there, that they love you as you love them. It's a nice feeling, to be wanted, to be loved, to be understood and appreciated. It's an even lovelier feeling to be a part of someone's routine. The showers with James, pestering Remus while he cooks dinner, reading to Sirius until he falls asleep, sprawled out across the three of you on the couch, his breaths heavy and your hand in his hair. It's a nice life you have. That counts for a lot, even on the days you don't feel worthy.

Today isn't necessarily one of those days, but it's there on your face. That 'outsider looking in' type of mood you get when you think about it for too long. You've discovered you're allowed to feel both content and undeserving at the same time - or, at the very least, that it's possible. You often wonder why Remus, Sirius, and James chose you. It's not a secret, you've asked many times and received many answers, varying in seriousness to Sirius' absurd "we tossed a coin.", to which Remus chastised him relentlessly.

You'd laughed, and that was all Sirius had needed.

Now, you're watching the three of them with the same awe you always do, and Sirius seems to catch it in the split second his eyes leave the pot of soup on the stove. He's on you in a second, not a far walk considering you're sitting so close to the gas stove that you're surprised Remus' theory of your burnt thigh hasn't come true. Sirius' eyebrows furrow in that concerned sort of way they often do when he's trying to read one of the three of you, his hands gentle as they come into contact with the pudge of your hips.

"Spill," He tilts his head, lips downturned at the corners and it makes your heart ache.

They've always urged you to be open, to share your concerns and tell them what, exactly is going on in that 'big beautiful brain of yours', as James calls it. But the look of knowing, of concern, on Sirius' face hurts. You hate that after all this time you still feel this way sometimes. Even on the good days, you catch yourself asking what you did to deserve your boys.

"Hm?" You hum, hands lifting to hold the sides of your boyfriend's face in hopes of distracting him altogether.

His hair is tied back, but you curl an index finger around a strand of stark black hair thats fallen into his face and Sirius smiles, soft and lovely, "You've got that," He waves his hand in front of your face with wiggled fingers and you laugh, "look."

"What look?" You ask, leaning forwards to press a kiss to his lips.

Now Remus, if you had tried a move like that, would tsk, tell you to spill before he rewards you, and it's why you know it'll work when you try it with Sirius. He always gives you whatever you like. His lips return the favour, hands pulling you forward a little on the counter. It's a nice kiss, a sweet kiss, until James scoffs and declares Sirius is easily manipulated.

"Am not." He grumbles, shooting your two boyfriends a dirty look.

Remus rolls his eyes into the soup, sets the lid on it to simmer at the same time James drops the knife and starts putting the vegetables into a bowl.

"C'mon, Dove, what's up?" Remus asks, hip balanced against the stove, turned to face you.

He's in his comfies, the first of the four of you to arrive home from work, earlier, and he looks so soft and warm. You know he won't give in to whatever interrogation Sirius has unknowingly started so you heave a sigh and slump back against the wall cabinets.

"Sirius is being dramatic. The 'look' I had was contentedness with a little bit of 'what on earth did I do to deserve these men?'."

Remus' lips turn up at the corners and he crowds your space, pushing an annoyed Sirius to the side for the moment, "You didn't have to do a thing. We love you as is."

You hum, delighted with the appraisal, a bashful smile coming across your lips. Remus kisses it, quick and sweet, and returns to his soup. Sirius sticks his tongue out at the side of Remus' head and you laugh. James passes the vegetables off to Remus because Sirius is not to be trusted with the good kitchen knives after the Christmas Eve in A&E incident last year, and comes up behind Sirius, arms wrapped around his waist, head firmly on his chin.

You know James' back is probably breaking at the angle, but Sirius would simply be offended for the rest of the night if James used his head instead of his shoulder. He's in denial about his height, you suppose.

"It's more like what on earth we did to deserve you. I've no idea how you put up with those two." James gives you a knowing smile as he speaks.

You both wait for Sirius' outrage and Remus' offended scoff. Both come. They team up on the other side of the kitchen, Sirius hovering over Remus and likely causing more of an annoyance. James uses it as an opportunity to get you closer to him, whisk you off to the couch in the living room now his sous chef duties are complete.

You set up the usual dinner time sitcom and pause it, relaxing into your boyfriend and talking about anything and everything until Remus calls that the soup is ready.

In the kitchen as James and Sirius fight over who should get the first bowl, Sirius because he waited so patiently, or James because he actually helped, Remus slides you your own bowl with a lovely big smile reserved just for you, and you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else in the world.

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luveline · 8 months

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Congrats on 40k Jade! Also hi, I hope you're having a great day (I'm really nervous this is my first time sending in a request I'm so sorry if I sound weird)

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Can I request a reader that has a bit of a temper and got told that no one would like her because of it so she's a bit insecure about herself? My favourite character is James so maybe with him or with Remus whichever you prefer (and they reassure her and it's awesome because your writing is just so awesome)

Congrats again <3

luveline's 40k party ☆ thank you so much, you didn't sound weird at all dw ♡ fem!reader

The day has been long, your feet dragging up the steps to Remus' flat. His door sticks and the only radiator that doesn't need bleeding is the one in his bedroom, so it's cold, and you're irked. You kick out of your pinching shoes and hang your jacket up, which falls on the floor. You pick it up and it falls again. Huffing, you put it on the sideboard and trudge down the hallway to Remus bedroom.

"Hello, my lovely," he says without looking up.

There's a notebook in his lap. He's wearing his reading glasses. If you were in a better mood you'd try to distract him by laying across his thighs. As it stands, you're fucking exhausted. You flop down in his bed and curl towards him where he's sitting against the headboard.

"Tired?" he asks.

"Mm." Tired isn't the right word, but the right word makes people cringe at you.

Today has been awful and you hate the part of you that wants to rail about it. You can't help how you feel; this anger glows molten. It makes you hate yourself, which irks you worse. You grab one of his pillows and pull it against your chest to squeeze it until your arms hurt.

"Bad day?" he asks, pen scratching.

You exhale. "A bit," you say into the pillowcase.

"Sorry, dovey," he says. There's the sound of paper leaves catching against one another and the clink of a pen put away. "What did you say? I needed to finish writing that edit down before I forgot."

You're not mad at him in particular but your voice comes out tightly strung anyhow, "I said it was a bit of a bad day."

Remus hears your tone and refuses to skirt around the issue. Not from a want to be confrontational, but a direct way of going about things. "What, are you mad at me?"

"No," you say, turning away from him.

"You seem mad."

"I think I am."

"Well, now you don't sound mad," he says, dipping down to talk into the back of your neck. "Now you sound upset. Have I upset you?"

"No, Remus," you say. Mad to sad to mad again, your shoulder and spine ache with rigidity.

All his questions didn't make you mad, but you were mad to begin with, and so what might usually be very normal turns to irritating. In the moment, you've no hope of controlling it, and, not wanting to further subject Remus to any misdirected annoyance, you shuffle out of his reach. "I just need a minute," you say.

Remus is used to your temper, though you often worry he'll grow tired of you and your big moods and throw in the towel. You count useless numbers in your head and curl your fists into balls until your bones feel like they're too big for your skin, wanting to deal with it alone.

A minute or two later and Remus reaches for your side. "I was trying to lighten the mood, and it wasn't my best work," he says, tip of his thumb drawing semi circles into your shirt.

Remus taking the blame for your emotions has you frowning, rabbit-holing into twisting thoughts. He's always been good for you and good to you, accepting of your short fuse. He's not always sunshine and lollipops himself. But, he's not angry half as often as you are. Does that bother him? People have said to you before that your temper will be the ruining of a good thing, that Remus won't want to deal with it. And it makes sense.

You don't want to deal with it either. You don't really feel like you have much choice when it comes to being mad.

"Sorry," you mumble.

Mattress springs groan as he leverages himself closer to you. Familiar, his hand sneaks under your shirt to tickle the soft roll of your stomach. He draws a slow and winding line with no end nor goal in mind, uncaring of the pouch you get laying down. Remus doesn't really care about anything that could be marked superficial. It's one of the many reasons that he's markedly the best person you know; he loves everything that you hate about yourself without hesitation. Like your anger.

"Do you want to set a rule?" he asks.

"Pardon?"

"Humour me. Let's make a condition before we have this conversation." Remus stops drawing to slide his hand between your hip and the mattress, hugging you to him. "I'll assume you're not mad at me even if you sound angry, and you can assume I don't mind."

"Do you mind?" you ask.

"Well, I don't love when you're angry, but I know it isn't at me so it won't matter."

Reassured enough to face him, you meet his eyes.

"I know I have a tendency to make it sound like I'm angry at you when I'm really mad at someone else," you say.

"That's not true. And I ask, don't I? If I think you're mad at me?" Remus' already dulcet voice drops to a murmur, words said slowly and with as much care as a person can put into words alone, "I don't know why you feel like you're such a bad person for being angry."

"Because it's all the time," you say. Your throat burns with the effort that it takes to stay intelligible.

"It's not all the time."

"It's often, and it's not fair to you."

"It's not fair to take it out on other people, and I promise you I'd let you know if you were doing that. So… could you just tell me why you're mad? Without worrying I'll take it personally."

"It's not about taking it personally, I don't want you to take it personally, but it's just– it's just ugly, isn't it?"

Remus frowns. "Honestly? I don't think so. You have to be angry sometimes. Everyone gets angry and those feelings need somewhere to go, or it'll eat you up inside and make you bitter instead. Like… okay, he'll forgive me for telling you this, but Sirius used to get into these awful angry tirades where he'd shout at nothing, you know? And I hated seeing him do it, but I wasn't sitting there thinking he was ugly for it. I just kind of hated that something was able to occupy him so heavily. And that's how I feel about it when it happens to you, dove."

"He used to?" you ask, the bridge of your nose flat to his knee.

"Yeah, he did." Remus pushes your shoulder flat to the bed beneath you and leans in to give you a kiss. The corner of your mouth takes the brunt of it.

"Did you kiss him like this, or–"

Remus laughs and hugs you, "A discussion for another day," he murmurs. He gives you a last kiss and squeeze and then sits up. "So shout at me."

"I don't want to shout at you."

"You know what I mean. Tell me what pissed you off today."

"Are you sure?" you ask.

"Yeah, I'm sure, I like the way your eyes look anyways, when you get riled up." Remus finds your hand to hold. "Tell me, dove. I'll be angry with you."

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daenysx · 1 month

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Hi! Do you have any headcanons for what Remus would be like sexually? Like what he likes in a partner, what he likes in bed or how he would react to his partner flirting with him etc?

Just something that I was wondering haha 😄💚

hello! thank you for sending this, i hope you enjoy ♡ (this is for remus's birthday celebration if you wanna check)

nsfw headcanons for remus lupin

well, firstly i'd like to think remus is a huge flirt, he'll tease you cruelly and has the audacity to act all innocent like he hasn't done anything.

but the truth is he knows his effect on you, he doesn't hesitate to use it especially if he's in the mood (which is basically all the time except full moon haha)

i think he likes every part of you, he knows how to make you feel loved and appreciated as well, he is gentle and honest with you. every time he looks at you, he finds a new thing to admire.

but- if we really have to choose a favorite spot for him- i'd say your neck and your cunt. yeah, i know it sounds a bit wild but this is remus lupin we're talking about so-

anyway, i believe he likes neck kisses, giving and recieving. he likes to bite the spot under your ear gently, only hard enough to mark there.

he really likes to mark you, really. he's possesive and he makes a great work of sucking all the right spots on your neck and collarbones to paint your body.

he loves the sounds you make when he uses his teeth on your skin. he always gives you a smile that wrecks you, and pays extra extra attention to your neck area when he's fucking you.

before i say anything about what he likes during sex, i wanna add how he likes your tummy. i think he loves putting his head there, just falling asleep to your fingers as they wander in his hair. he is just cute about it, he mumbles how he'll not fall asleep but then two minutes later you hear him snoring lightly.

okay, so if we're ready, we can get to the part which we talk about how our beloved moony acts in bed.

i think there's like two different types of sex with remus (besides quickies).

first one is like; so so sweet! i mean he's not rushing, he's so soft and caring. he just kisses all over your body, he makes sure he touches every part of you. he even spends too much time on making out with you before he starts doing anything.

it's all vanilla.

we can easily say remus is big and he always makes sure to prepare you to not hurt you.

he's obsessed with not hurting you, he doesn't want you to feel the wolf side of him and even though it sometimes feels like a wild fantasy to play with, he just wants it to stay as a fantasy and nothing more.

he is being all careful, he falls in love with the sounds you make, he whispers endearments to your ear ever so lovingly. "there's my sweet girl, did you like it? oh, i can feel how much you like it, are you close, darling? you can come for me, anytime you want."

he wants to make you come every, every time. and not just once.

he's an ambitious bastard (i love him so much)

okay, now the second type of sex.

i think especially before full moon, he's kind of full of this energy and possesiveness, he tends to be harder and faster.

but by fast i don't mean like rushing to finish quicker. "you didn't think we're done here, did you pretty girl? surely you must know this is not enough." he just does it by moving faster and deeper.

he plays with you relentlessly.

he has no shame about what he wants to do to you.

he eats you out like a man starved, he plays with your clit until you cry out his name, he fucks you like this is the last day of his life.

when you finish neither of you have the energy to lift a finger; just two sweaty, exhausted bodies on the bed.

so without too much details, i think that's pretty much it.

and about blowjobs i gotta say something

i think remus likes getting blowjobs from you usually but especially when his head is stuck on something, when there's a problem he can't figure out, when he just wants to distract himself and forget about the world

yes.

and he smokes while you suck him off, that's- like- it has to be true.

one last thing

he likes when you tease him, or when you're being a flirt but i guess he has to be in the right mood to fully enjoy it

i don't know i just feel that way

bonus; he likes eating you out, he likes biting the soft flesh of your thighs, he likes how your wetness coats his lips, he's obsessed with your cunt at some point.

playful spanks as you do something in front of the kitchen counter.

he tastes like coffee and cigarettes, this is like canon i think.

he is the perfect loverboy and he knows what he's doing in bed or out of the bed. (except when he's losing his mind sometimes but that's okay, we're all humans)

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i314flix · 9 months

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IT WAS ALWAYS YOU !

— sirius black x fem!reader | the one where the thought of someone liking you romantically has never crossed your mind, much less being liked by your own crush, sirius black, who proves to you that all your doubts are nonsense.

( 2.7k words ) pg-15; fluff; ft. gryffindor!reader | mentions of being insecure, low self-esteem; unedited, might have a part two.

You’ve already accepted it long ago that you were always going to be invisible. It had its perks really, as it gave you enough liberty to not be the center of attention during classes and be on your own whenever you had free time to catch up with some assignments. Plus, it’s not like you were completely invisible, you still had friends and was well-liked in your Hogwarts house. They saw you as the shy, timid girl that would smile all the time if approached, voice always gentle and soft that no one ever felt like they were a bother each time they talked to you, regardless of how busy you were.

Speaking of being busy, you were currently inside the library with two of your close friends, Martha and Iris. Unlike you, the both of them were what others defined as the ‘it girls’ of your year, as a lot admired them and wanted to be in their circle. Compared to you, they were approached not only because it was the last resort or they looked friendly to have decent answers, but because being given attention by either of the girls was treated as such a big privilege.

“Iris,” Martha whispered from her seat in front of you, “Sirius Black has been staring at you for ages.”

At the sound of his name, Iris, who was seated on your right, also subtly glanced at her right to peer at the table next to you three. The occupants of the said table were indeed Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew; the four of them were in the same house as you, which was Gryffindor.

“Don’t make eye contact,” Martha scolded Iris when she was looking too long. “He might catch you and think you’re interested in him as well.”

“Well, I mean, Black does have a face that is a pleasure to look at,” Iris defended, and that was when you finally lifted your head up from your book, listening more to their conversation.

“Does that mean you like him, Iris?” Martha smirked and Iris shook her head.

“Of course not! I’m just saying he’s handsome.”

“Anybody with eyes says that.”

“That’s because it’s true, no denying it.”

“But Lupin is quite handsome too, you know,” Martha added. “Shame he’s a bit quiet. I tried talking to him in Potions once, but he didn’t seem like he was in a good mood.”

“He’s nice,” you finally said something, “I think he’s similar to me.”

“Introverted and shy?” Martha guessed, laughing with Iris. It wasn’t in a bad manner, just two friends who wanted to tease you for your known similar quietness.

You sighed, nodding and playing along. “The worst combination, really.”

The both of them laughed again, along with you this time, as hushed as you could.

“Is he still staring, Martha?” Iris asked after a few seconds, and Martha stole a quick look over the other table.

“Yeah, pretty much.”

Curiously, you decided to do the same as Martha, wanting to see if Sirius Black was really staring at Iris. It has been a common occurrence for the past week for Sirius to seemingly always be caught in the same vicinity as Iris or looking at her, that was why it has also been a common topic recently for Martha to bring up Sirius’ apparent crush on Iris. You were starting to believe her, frankly, as you’ve always been a witness whenever Iris told Martha of her catching Sirius looking or the four boys always laughing like they were teasing each other whenever you three were around as well.

You couldn’t blame him for fancying her. Iris was gorgeous, intelligent, and someone you could deeply depend on. You didn’t want to compare yourself to others, but you thought that if you were Sirius, no doubt the obvious choice would be going for someone like Iris who’d go well with a handsome man like him. You could already imagine how the school would label them as the star couple of your batch, rooting for them as much as you were aware a lot liked James Potter and Lily Evans together.

Though the moment you twisted your head slightly to his direction to see, to check if he was making his crush on her apparent, his eyes immediately connected to yours, and then a smile made its way to his face. It looked a little mischievous, but still friendly nonetheless.

You faced away instantly, not aware of what to do once more. That has been happening frequently too, wherein you accidentally locked eyes with Sirius as he was looking over to Iris.

Maybe it was just another mistake (like what you were telling yourself on the previous four times this happened). Maybe his gaze just flickered to yours at the exact time you chose to look at him. You weren’t sure why you were making such a big deal out of it, but truth be told, you’ve been harboring a little (and secret) crush on Sirius ever since you saw him playing for Gryffindor at the Quidditch Match last academic year. You just didn’t tell anyone because for starters, you were still sort of in the state of denial; two, you thought it was embarrassing for someone like you to like someone like him; and three, you were pretty sure he liked Iris.

“____, are you alright?” Iris placed a hand on your forehead all of the sudden. “You’re really red in the face.”

“I—I am?” You put your own hand against your cheeks and felt them burning up.

“Are you okay?” asked Martha upon noticing your sudden flustered state thanks to Iris.

“Oh. Um, I’m alright.”

“You sure?” asked Iris.

You glanced back at Sirius and saw him still staring at you. However, he was no longer smiling but looked concerned.

“Yeah, yes.” You told the two. “But, uh, I think it’s getting rather hot in the library. I better go and cool down...” You began to gather your books and kept your parchments, ink, and quill inside your bag in a clumsy and fast manner. “I, um, I’ll go ahead to the common room and continue doing my essay there. I’ll see you girls later.”

Without waiting for a response, you literally dashed away and didn’t stop with your fast-paced walking until you were far enough from the library, stopping by a corridor that didn’t have any students hanging around the place. You took it as a good sign to lean against the wall, catching your breath and feeling ridiculous for running away like that when you only made eye contact with Sirius. It wasn’t like he did anything major for you to react that way. It was just a simple look and smile and now you were here, your heart beating so fast that it seemed like it wanted to jump out of your ribcage.

You sighed. You shouldn’t be treating this as some sort of problem. So, with another loud exhale, you pressed your things tighter against your body and turned back towards the corridor that would lead to the Gryffindor tower, only to collide with a fellow student which almost made you fall if it weren’t for their two strong hands holding your elbows to keep you on your feet.

“Sorry,” you muttered, not bothering to glance up at the person, wanting to just rush to the common room as soon as possible, but the person holding you didn’t let go of you until you lifted your chin up and met the same pair of eyes you caught gazing at you in the library.

“What’s the hurry, love?” Sirius asked, genuinely curious with a small smile on his face. His fingers were still wrapped around you. They had moved to your forearm yet a bit more loose, as if they were just there in case you were to fall again. “You feeling alright?”

“Me?” you repeated.

“Yeah, who else?”

“Oh. I’m… I’m fine.”

You and Sirius weren’t exactly friends for his question to come out as normal. Perhaps he was just engaging in small talk to get rid of the awkwardness of the situation.

“That’s good. I thought something bad happened. You just ran out of the library a few minutes ago, and it seemed like there was some kind of emergency,” he said.

“There was no emergency. I just wanted to move fast.”

“Move fast?”

“Yes.” You knew you sounded funny, but you paid no attention to it. “Uh, anyhow, sorry again for the run in. I should’ve looked where I was going.”

You were beginning to make a run for it again, but Sirius’ grip was back on one of your forearms before you could do so. “Wait,” he said, “I actually followed you here. I wanted to talk to you.”

You froze. He sounded serious yet not at the same time. Did that make sense? Nonetheless, you began to ask, “Talk to me? What about?”

“I’ve been meaning to ask something. Delaying it, honestly. I think you even noticed me thinking about it while we were in the library.”

“I don’t think I did.”

“Well, maybe Martha did. I think she certainly noticed something.”

“Martha?”

“She would always catch me in the act, I suppose. And earlier, she probably caught me staring again, didn’t she? Then she told you?”

It dawned on you right then and there what was happening. This scenario had happened a lot, of course, wherein a guy who was attracted to either Martha or Iris (in this case, the latter) was going to ask you if you could put a good word for them and boost them up to your close friend. You always immediately declined their request, to be frank, never willing to be some kind of messenger between two people who could have a conversation on their own.

“Oh,” was all you said, trying to mask your disappointment.

“I’m usually not like this, I assure you,” Sirius carried on speaking. “I mean, no shame at being nervous and all, but I think it’s safe to say that I usually carry myself better than this.”

He was right. Sirius never looked not confident. He had this elegant yet commanding aura about him, a quality that you were sure stemmed from him being a Black and a pureblood. Though Sirius wasn’t like those arrogant purebloods who saw themselves as royalty just because of their blood status, he was still superior in terms of his wits, skills, and looks.

“That said, I was just wondering, ____,” he started, “if you would—”

Your mind started to zone out from that point as well. You abruptly just kept on thinking about how you were politely going to decline him, planning to say that he should just ask Iris himself if he wants to have a date with her or perhaps ask Martha instead if he really couldn’t do the first move. The only words that managed to register in your brain were Hogsmeade and this weekend.

“What do you think?” he finished, and you flickered your eyes to his, dazed.

“Uh,” you pressed your mouth together, “um, I think it depends on Iris.”

“Iris?”

“Yes.”

He appeared confused. “Why Iris?”

“What do you mean ‘why Iris’?”

“I’m just confused on why it depends on Iris. Does she stop you from making wrong decisions?” He joked.

You didn’t laugh. You were confused as he was. “Obviously it depends on Iris because she’s the person you’re going with. She has to be okay with going to Hogsmeade with you this weekend for it to happen.”

Sirius stared at you. What you replied to him definitely didn’t help him become less puzzled about your answer prior.

“Darling,” he was smiling now, and you were watching his expression change from confusion to realization in an instant, “it seems you have it messed up. I’m not hoping to go out with Iris this weekend to Hogsmeade. I’m hoping to go out with you.”

“Me?” you repeated, surprised.

“Yes, you silly girl.” He looked endeared; a hint of mischievousness crawling up his features too. “Why would I go to you if I wanted to ask her?”

“I… I thought you went to me as a way to persuade her.”

“I didn’t.”

“Most guys do. No offense taken, honestly. I think it’s because I look friendly.”

“But I didn’t, ____. You’re still not listening to me.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry. I’m having a hard time grasping all of this.”

“Am I being too straightforward?”

“I’m not sure. It’s just that I never thought you’d ask me out.”

“Seems a little too sudden?”

“Yeah.”

“Hm, or perhaps, you’re just unbelievably oblivious.”

You furrowed your eyebrows. “I’m not oblivious.”

“You are. If you weren’t, I’m sure you would have seen this coming.”

“Why would I?”

“Last game, do you remember? I literally pointed at you after I made a score.” He played as a Gryffindor Chaser, and upon the mention of it, you did remember him doing that—just in an altered version of what he was sharing now.

“No, you didn’t. You did that to Iris,” you said.

“Why do you keep bringing Iris into this?”

“Because she’s the person you like!”

“Says who? You?”

“Yes?”

“Such a reliable source, I might say,” he sarcastically said, and you could feel yourself burning up again. “You’re more convinced with your own thoughts than you are to me, which I may add, is the person who fancies you.”

He fancies me, you repeated inside your head over and over again, not entirely believing him still, although your heart seemed to be betraying you by continuously thumping fast.

“Is this some kind of prank?” you asked then, voice more quiet and unsure. You knew that he and his friends like to play jokes on people, all for the sake of having a good laugh about it.

“What? No, no, of course not,” he clarified right away, his hands tightening on your forearms. “It’s not like that. I’m not that sick, ____, I would never fake this.”

“Oh, I’m… I don’t know—I told you, it just feels sudden. How could you like me?”

Sirius softened at your question. “Because, pretty girl,” he started with an endearment, walking closer to you which you unconsciously stepped away from, your back touching the corridor wall, “there’s something about you that pulls me in. I can’t pinpoint what it is, but I want to get to know you more to discover what it is. But I do like how you’re kind and how your mind works. It’s very fascinating.”

“Really?”

He nodded. “Yes. And if you’ll accept my offer to go to Hogsmeade with me this weekend, I’ll be glad to talk about it more,” he said. “That is, if you do go with me, but if not, then I guess you’ll just have to live with the mystery.” There was that familiar playfulness he had a reputation of.

Slowly, a smile was making its way on your lips. “This weekend, right?”

“Yeah.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It does, doesn’t it?” He grinned. “We can go to the Three Broomsticks, or even at Madam Puddifoot’s Tea Shop if that’s what you like.”

“I have a hard time believing you’re okay with the latter.”

“I’ll be okay with going anywhere as long as it’s with you.”

You gave him a skeptical look, though regardless, nodded. “Okay. I’ll go to Hogsmeade with you this weekend.”

His grin became wider. “It’s a date, love.” He proceeded on getting your books and bag from you, a gesture you were too surprised to stop. “Where are you headed? I’ll accompany you before my Quidditch practice.”

“Just the common room.”

He let you lead the way, starting a new conversation as you walked with him. It was a new experience for sure, even though having someone you were beside with being ogled at wasn’t a new event to you, it still felt unreal to be walking with Sirius and have him carry your things.

When the both of you entered the common room, a lot of eyes turned to your direction, intrigued and shocked.

No doubt this was going to be the talk of the Gryffindor house for the next few weeks.

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Everything Has Changed - Sirius Black

A/N: I am loving these requests and they are slowly making me come out of my writer’s block so... here’s another one! I loved this request and I tried to write it as she fell first but he fell harder xD hope you loves like it!

Request - Anonymous asked: Okay since you’re not in the mood for Charlie Weasley, can you please do Sirius x Lupin!reader where he sees her for the first time since graduating Hogwarts (maybe at Jily’s wedding?) and he is just starstruck? Like, love at first sight starstruck and Remus is just like; really Pads, my baby sister?? Thanks!!

Warnings: none that I can think of but let me know if you find something :) it’s pure fluff!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Harry Potter :D gif isn’t mine :)

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Everything Has Changed

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello" And your eyes look like comin' home All I know is a simple name And everything has changed

“Moony! Would you hurry up? If we’re late Lily will kill us and she would say it’s my fault!” Sirius argued as he tried fixing his bowtie.

“I’m almost done! Plus, my sister’s meeting us here. She should be close!” he yelled from his room.

“Little Moon’s coming?” Sirius muttered to himself as he tried to succeed with his bowtie.

Sirius’ relationship with Remus’ little sister as you had been known your entire Hogwarts year, was no different from James’ or Peter’s. At least for him. He saw you like that. A little sister. He felt very protective of you, but that was pretty much it. It was mostly because you were a quiet, shy girl that tried to stay out of trouble. Which is why he called you Little Moons. He thought it was extremely clever when you started at Hogwarts and you secretly loved it. He scared assholes away from you. You tutored him in some classes, even if you were a year younger. And you had a very platonic-like relationship. He hadn’t seen you in about a year now, since he graduated Hogwarts. He knew you had been back for about a month now, but still hadn’t been able to meet with you. And then, he heard a knock on the door.

“That must be her! Could you get it, Pads?” he hear Remus from his room again. Sirius sighed frustrated, giving up on fixing his tie and he ran his hands through his hair before walking over to the door. But when he opened it, he did not find the Little Moons he knew.

“Sirius!” you smiled brightly up at him. Sirius was completely starstruck when he saw you, standing there, all ready for the wedding, looking incredibly beautiful. He was snapped out of his thoughts when you threw his arms around his shoulders and he quickly wrapped his around your waist. “It’s so good to see you” you smiled, pulling away and kissing his cheek.

This wasn’t an unusual interaction between the two of you. You were pretty close back in school. But something had changed, and Sirius felt it.

“L-little Moons” he chuckled, still with his arms around your waist. “It’s good to see you too, love” he said, kissing your head. “It’s been so long” he smiled. You felt butterflies in your stomach. The same way you did every single time Srius looked at you. “Y-you look-”

“‘Bout bloody time you got here, bug!”

The two of you jumped apart when Remus came out of his room and ran your way to give you a big hug.

“Right, because you two look like you’re ready to leave? Sirius hasn’t even fixed his tie” you laughed. “And your hair is a mess!” you said, running a hand through Remus’ hair.

“I’m almost done” he rolled his eyes, walking into the bathroom.

“Do you need help with that?” you asked Sirius, who was once again struggling with his tie.

“I-” he sighed. “Would you mind?”

“Come here” you said, as he got closer and you started fixing his tie. “So, best man” you smirked. “You excited about today?”

“Yeah” he admitted. “I can’t believe Prongs is getting married” he told you.

“I can’t believe it’s to Lily” you chuckled. “For a minute there, I was sure she was going to murder him” you said, making him laugh a little. “But I will admit they are really cute together” you said as you finished fixing his tie. “All done” you said, smiling at him.

“Thanks, love” he smiled.

“James really picked the best man for the job” you smiled at him.

“Seriously, bug?” Remus said, appearing again. “You’re just going to say out loud that Sirius is better than me?” he asked, offended.

“Yeah, that was never a secret” you smirked, crossing your arms and earning a glare from your brother.

“Yeah, I’ve always been Little Moon’s favorite” Sirius said, throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“I forgot how I’ve always hated the two of you together” Remus said, rolling his eyes as the three of you left for the wedding.

Sirius had no idea what’s been going on with him today. Every now and then, his eyes decided to find you in the crowd during the ceremony. He intently tried to shake off the thought of you walking down the aisle in a white dress, when Lily came down the aisle. And now, he was just sitting at his table, drink in his hand, glaring at the way that you were laughing at Frank Longbottom’s joke. Frank isn’t even that funny. And Frank is with Alice. And why would he give a fuck about who you decide to laugh with?

“So, looking for your pick of the night?”

Sirius jumped a little when you sat down next to him. He hadn’t even noticed when you left Frank and were now back.

“W-what? What are you talking about?” he chuckled, nervously.

“Come on, Black, this was our thing. You always said I was your best wingman” you smirked.

It was true. Your relationship with Sirius even came to the point when you even helped him with girls. Over the years you had become extremely good at hiding your feelings for him, so much as to be considered his wingman.

“Oh, r-right” he chuckled. “Well, not today, love” he smiled.

“Are you sure? There are a bunch of pretty ladies here” you told him.

“Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“Yes, wasn’t it obvious?” you asked, making him laugh a little.

“So” he cleared his throat. “W-what about you? Looking for someone today?”

“Me? No” you chuckled, feeling your cheeks burn a little. “I’ve had enough of that for a while” you said, looking down.

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused.

“Remus didn’t tell you?” you asked, looking back at him. “Why I moved back here again?” you asked and he shook his head no. “I… kind of just broke up with someone” you told him.

“What? You were dating someone?” he asked, trying to ignore the feeling of jealousy inside of him.

“Don’t say it like that, Sirius. I am only a year younger than you” you glared at him, laughing.

“N-no, I didn’t mean it like that, I just… well, I didn’t know” he said, trying to play it cool.

“Yeah, not many people knew” you told him. “Anyways we broke up right before we graduated” you told him. “We had very different ideas of the future” you said. “He wanted to get married right away and have kids and I just… don’t think I’m ready for that” you told him.

“Really?”

“Well, not now, at least. I think it’s great that James and Lily got married, but there are so many things I want to do before I… settle down, I guess” you informed him.

“Now you sound like me, love” he chuckled.

“Well, because you make sense, Siri” you said, making him stop laughing. It had been a long time since you called him that. You were the only one he ever allowed to call him that. “S-sorry, I know you hate it when I call you that-”

“No, I don’t” he insisted. “I hate when other people call me that. But not you” he smiled sweetly at you. “And for what is worth, that guy sounds like a prick” he said, making you laugh.

“You don’t even know who he was” you told him as he took a sip of his drink.

“Doesn’t matter. Having someone as amazing as you and just letting her go? He’s a real idiot” he said, looking you straight in the eyes and placing his hand under your chin so you would pay attention to him. “You never settle for anyone who doesn’t treat you like the amazing person that you are, okay?”

You felt warmth in your heart. Sirius rarely talked about things that really matter with you, but whenever he did, you knew he always meant it. “Okay, Siri” you smiled as he kissed your forehead.

At last… My love has come along

“Well, look at that” he said when the next song started. “I believe that’s your favorite song” he smiled.

My lonely days are over And life is like a song

“Y-you remember that?” you chuckled.

“Of course, I do” he said, standing up and offering his hand to you. “May I have this dance, love?”

At last The skies above are blue My heart was wrapped up in clover The night I looked at you

Your smile got so bright that Sirius was unable to deny the butterflies he felt in his stomach too as you placed your hand in his and he walked you to the dance floor. Sirius brought you closer, holding your hand with his and wrapping his free arm around your waist and you quickly rested your head on his chest. This was a dream come true for you. The little girl inside you that had been in love with Sirius Black since you met was screaming inside of you right now. All those times being his wingman all you truly wanted was for him to see you as someone other than ‘Little Moons’. You didn’t mind the nickname. But you hated what it meant. That’s what you were to him. Moony’s little sister. But right here, and right now, it felt as if you two were the only people in the world.

I found a thrill to press my cheek to A thrill that I've never known, oh, yeah, yeah

“Merlin, would you look at that?” Lily said to her new husband.

“What?” James asked confused and Lily gently directed his face to where you were dancing with Sirius. “Oh, shit!” he said about to make his way over there but Lily quickly stopped him.

“What are you doing?”

“Stopping whatever this is!” he complained. “Moony is gonna kill Padfoot if he sees this!”

“What? Them dancing?”

“Yes! Little Moon’s off-limits! We all know that! And trust me, out of the three of us, I think Sirius would be the last one Remus would want for her!”

“James, first of all, they’re dancing! And secondly, I don’t know… something about Sirius seems… different” Lily told him. James looked back at the two of you and then he saw it too. Sirius expression when he looked at you was something that he had never seen before on his best friend.

You smiled, you smiled Oh, and then the spell was cast And here we are in Heaven For you are mine at last

“Y-you know, don’t take this the wrong way, but I’m actually kind of glad you broke up with your idiot ex” he said, making you look up at him.

“You are?”

“Yeah, that means you’re back here and we’ll get to see each other more often” he smiled.

“Huh, if I didn’t know any better, Siri, it sounds like you want to ask me out on a date” you smirked at him but it fell when you noticed his expression turning nervous.

“What if I was?” he asked, clearing his throat and you laughed a little, waiting for him to finish his joke.

“You, Sirius Black, want to go on a date with m-me?” you chuckled nervously. “L-little Moons?”

“If that’s okay with you, yes” he smiled but you pulled away a little and he hated when your expression turned to a frown.

“Sirius, that’s not funny” you told him.

“Good, because I’m not joking” he said, pulling towards him again. “Look, I know that I was the biggest idiot in Hogwarts” he started. “But… I promise I have changed a lot this year as… I see you have too” he said.

“You mean I don’t look like Remus’ dorky little sister anymore?”

“No, you definitely do” he mocked you, earning a slap on his arm by you but he pulled you again and the two of you kept slowly dancing even if the song had changed a long time ago. “But… look, I don’t know what happened today that finally made me realize how beautiful you are, but I definitely do not want to take it for granted” he told you. “You’re probably the only girl, sorry, woman, that has dealt with me for so long and still likes me and… I have changed a lot this past year, you can ask your brother. I’m not the same stupid kid I was in Hogwarts-”

“You mean, two years ago?”

“Yes! After I graduated, I realized that’s not… something that I want to keep doing. I have actually missed you so much and I hated not seeing you every day and I know that you may just look at me like Remus’ stupid best friend but… if now’s my chance I am definitely not going to waste it” he said truthfully.

“Now’s your chance? Sirius, you think now is your chance?”

“What do you mean?”

“Sirius, do you have any idea how long I wanted you to ask me out?”

“R-really?”

“Yeah” you said as if it was obvious.

“Well, why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Are you joking? You were Sirius Black and I was just-”

“Little Moons” he finished for you as you nodded.

“Yeah. I know you only saw me as Remus’ little sister” you told him.

“That’s not true” he told you. “You were always my best friend, but please don’t say that to James or your brother” he said, making you chuckle.

“You’re just saying that to get me to go on a date with you. Don’t forget I know all your tricks, Black” you smirked.

“I know, that’s why I like you so much, Lupin” he smiled at you. “So… what do you say?” he asked.

“You promise this is not a joke?” you smiled up at him.

“Love, I swear, I would never joke about this” he said, genuinely. “You can send your brothers to murder me if I am” he said.

“Brothers?”

“I’m pretty sure Prongs would join in the fun. And don’t even get me started on Mrs. Potter” he said, making you chuckle.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that” you smiled.

“Really? They have been looking at us for the past three songs” he said, nodding his head at the newlywed couple, and when you looked at them they quickly looked away. “So… Little Moons” he smirked. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

“You better take my fucking breath away, Siri-” you said, before he leaned in to give you a kiss. The kiss was everything you ever imagined it would be to kiss Sirius Black. And even more but, unfortunately, you were rudely interrupted.

“Really Pads, my baby sister?”

The two of you pulled apart and looked at Remus, James, and Lily all looking at you. Lily being the only one with a smile on her face.

“Well, you see, Moony… funny story…”

The End

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Song: At Last - Etta James

A/N: aaaahh xD I hope you liked it! I have more coming up :)

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@jilymicrofics March Prompts day one: Troubled

There's something about Lily Evans today that troubles James Potter.

She's quiet, borderline mute. Every attempt he's made to banter with her and to tease her has led to absolutely nowhere, and it's concerning him. His friend (?) usually jumps at the chance to insult and fight with him, enough that they've recently been told off during several of their classes. Not today though. Today she's utterly silent, just glaring at him most of the time.

He watches her most of the day, mingling about their fellow sixth years, a surly expression on her face.

"I think I'm going to talk to her," James says finally, to which both Remus and Peter groan exasperatededly, and Sirius grins maniaclly.

"Please don't," Remus says pleadingly. "You're only going to do something stupid."

"What if her cat died or something?" Peter asks worryingly.

"What, you think I'm going to tease her about her dead pet that we don't even know is dead in the first place?"

"We're just saying," Remus pinches the bridge of his nose, "that she may not be in the mood to talk to you, of all people."

"What's that supposed to mean?" James asks indignantly, and Sirius claps him on the shoulder.

"He means you're an idiot. But know that I, at least, support you one hundred percent."

James scowls.

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James finally corners Evans in the common room later that night on his way to quidditch practice. She's sitting in front of the big fireplace, arms folded, staring at the fire as if it's personally offended her.

"Alright Evans?" James says lightly. Evans doesn't miss a beat.

“Bugger off, Potter,” she grumbles, and James smirks a little.

“Right to it then.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to know what's up with you,” James replies, as if he hasn't noticed her annoyance. Evans scowls.

“Nothing is wrong with me,” she says, and James tilts his head.

“Really? You seem fairly troubled to me.”

“It's nothing Potter,” Evans says shortly. “It's not as if there's anything you can do about it.”

“Try me,” James says offhandedly, and Evans’ emerald green eyes meet his gaze. She studies him for a moment, and James braces himself. But then she surprises him.

"My sister," Evans finally says simply, "has decided to get married to a walrus."

James blinks. Muggles… are odd. This he knows. But… "Can muggles marry animals?"

"No, Potter," Evans rolls her eyes. "That's just what I call him." James frowns a little, feeling a pang of sympathy for this mystery man.

"Bit harsh on the poor bloke, don't you think?" He says tentatively, and Evans snorts.

"I'd think so too,” she says, “if he didn't insult me every five minutes." James furrows his brow, thoroughly confused.

"And your sister's okay with marrying someone like that?"

"My sister dislikes me about as much as Vernon does. I'm sure they'll be very happy disliking me together."

"His name is Vernon?"

"That's what I said when I first heard of him," Evans mutters in disdain. "He's a horrible person. If he weren't a muggle, I dare say he and Snape would get along swimmingly." James winces.

"That bad?"

"You don't know the half of it,” Evans says solemnly, going back to staring at the fire. “They both can't stand me. The only reason I'm invited to the wedding at all is because of mum. If they had it their way I'd be kicked out of the whole affair completely.” She pauses for a while, and brings her knees up to her chest. “I just… I wonder sometimes if it's even worth it, carrying on like this.”

James studies her for a while, and wonders. How on earth could someone so wonderful be treated so poorly by people who were supposed to care about her. Anger fills him from the inside out at the very notion, and he sniffs.

“Well,” he says, a bit of an edge to his voice. “I personally think you're worth ten of your sister, whatever she says.” Evans looks up at him.

“What?”

“Exactly what I said. “You're a phenomenal witch, Evans, and if they can't see that, it's their loss.” She stares at him. Blinks several times.

“I think I needed to hear that,” she says in a slightly choked voice, and James feels a pang of sadness in his chest at the crack in her tone.

“It's true,” he says firmly. “and if your family doesn't treat you right– well.” He shrugs. “Just let me know and I'll hex them for you.” The corners of Evan’s lips turn up ever so slightly.

“I'll keep that in mind,” she says. James smiles.

“Good.” The clock chimes outside, and they both look out the window. “Better head to quidditch practice, I guess,” James says. “But I'll see you later, alright?” Evans nods slowly.

“Yeah,” she says, voice low. “Yeah, right.”

She's still staring at him curiously, like she can't quite believe he exists. When it's clear she isn't going to say anything else, James whirls around awkwardly and walks away. He's just about to push open the portrait hole when Her voice floats over from the other side of the common room.

“James?”

He stops as the name registers in his head, and he turns, shocked at how much he loves the sound of his name on her lips. “Yeah?’

“Thanks.”

James smiles.

“Any time, Lily.”

#lily evans #lily evans potter #james potter #jple #jily microfic #nothing like a good house competition to break me out of a hiatus AGAIN #Jily #emma floods the jily tag with jily

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moonstruckme · 7 months

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In a week-

Hear me out: Rockstar Poly!marauders and Rockstar!reader???? Like, maybe no one knew the marauders was dating reader till they performed together for an event?????

Thanks for requesting lovely!

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rockstar poly!marauders x rockstar!reader ♡ 1k words

The tabloids had started speculating when too many of your tour dates lined up. It’s only natural that you’d end up spending some time together, in the same occupation and occupying the same spheres, so you were seen with each of the boys at various eateries, at afterparties, on the street. The only problem for journalists was, they couldn’t figure out which band member you were dating.

They were clutching at straws. A picture of you grabbing Remus’ hand to pull him into a store, an interview wherein Sirius had complimented your new single, a zoomed-in video of James carrying four coffees back up to the hotel instead of three. The speculation was all over the place, scattered and nearly baseless.

Not after tonight. It had been Lily, the Marauders’ manager, who’d had the idea to take this story by the reins. She’d pointed out that fans were only getting more obsessed with the question of which of the boys you were dating, and with both of you releasing new albums soon, it was as good a time as any to capitalize on that interest. Plus, if you did the big reveal before any magazine could figure it out, it’d be your concert that went viral, not their publication. “More press,” she’d said enticingly, “means more people learning your names and listening to your music.”

You’d thought the boys would be the ones to have qualms. Remus wasn’t the type to enjoy making his private life public (it was more an unfortunate side-effect of his career than a draw) and James always talked about how keeping your relationship a secret made it feel less like they had to share you with everyone else, but in the end, they got on board with Lily’s scheme quickly. You all agreed that someone was going to figure you all out sooner or later, and if your romantic life was going to be broadcast, it may as well be on your own terms.

Still, that doesn’t mean you’re not nervous.

“Loosen up, angel,” James says, prodding at your foot with his as you lie on Remus’ chest, picking through his usually well-guarded stash of chocolate. “This is supposed to be fun, remember?”

“It’s not the show I’m worried about,” you say, rubbing your socked foot along his mindlessly. “I’m excited to play with you guys, I just wish we could do that without everyone making assumptions.”

Remus hums in agreement, but Sirius makes a derisive sound, turning to look at you from the mirror. His eyeliner is half done, making one eye seem big and dangerous and the other naked.

“You two are being so dramatic,” he says. “Of course they’re gonna assume, and they’ll be right. That’s the point.”

You sigh, tipping your head back onto Remus’ shoulder, and he runs his hand up and down your side commiseratively.

“It’s going to be a great show.” James tries again to lift your foul mood. You try to look less dismal in return. “You and Sirius’ voices go so well together, the crowd will love it.”

“It’s true.” Sirius smirks at you through the mirror. “And later, we’ll go to the afterparty—”

“Do we really have to?” Remus asks.

James looks sympathetic, reaching forward to rub his calf consolingly. “‘Fraid so, love. Lily says the only way to control the narrative is to talk to people after the show. We don’t have to stay the whole time, but we’ll practically be on the clock.”

“Anyway,” Sirius goes on. “We’ll go to the afterparty, and everyone will tell us how cute we are together, and everyone north of the equator will want to be us and fuck us at the same time.”

You can tell Remus has something to say about that, but before he can, Lily pops her head into the dressing room. “Guys, the opener is finishing up,” she says, eyes lingering on each of your faces assessingly. “Everyone ready?”

“Just a second…yeah,” Sirius says, finishing his perfectly messy eyeliner. “Ready.”

Lily nods before ducking back out, off to go coordinate light technicians or whatever she does in the rush before shows. James offers you and Remus a hand each, hauling you up. You lick your thumb, wiping a bit of chocolate from the side of Remus’ mouth, and he gives you a half-smile of thanks.

“We got this,” you whisper to him, and he takes your hand, squeezing lightly.

“I know we do, sweetheart.”

Sirius is the only one talking as you all make your way to the side of the stage, the crowd cheering loudly as the opening act wraps up their set.

“Hey.” A hand lands on your shoulder, and you turn to find James attached to it. He’s looking at you with more than the usual pre-show nerves, something more like worry. “Are you really upset about this? We don’t have to go through with it, it’s not too late to tell Lily it’s off.”

Yes it is, but he’s a sweetheart for saying so. “No, I’m okay,” you promise, reaching up to squeeze his wrist reassuringly. The other band is exiting on the opposite side of the stage, the lights going out. You’re going to be going out there any minute. “I’m excited to perform with you guys, and…and I’m ready to be done with the sneaking around. I’m just nervous, I guess.”

James slides his hand up from your shoulder to cup your face, your hand still clasped loosely around his wrist. He smooths his thumb over your cheek fondly, eyes gone soft under the faint glaze of adrenaline. “Don’t be, sweetheart. You’re going to do great, and we’ll all be up there together.” He stoops lower so only you can hear him. “Just between us, you and Sirius sound great together, but you can hit notes he never could. They’re gonna love you out there.”

You grin, and Sirius turns around, eyeing the both of you. “I heard my name,” he says accusingly. “What’re we talking about?”

The lights come back on, and that’s your cue. “Nothing!” you chirp, grabbing his hand and dragging him towards the stage. “Let’s go.”

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ahhh!!!

ur little post abt father!remus hasnt left my mind like at all ughh

honestly, I can't handle the trope of innocent!girl + big-tough-corrupting!man (neg) BUT SEEING THE ART OF FATHER!REM

It made me think of knockout!reader who moved away after finishing their catholic highschool and when they visit the church Remus works at and he's just 😧😯🫢🤭 and they start becoming friends again, remus's unshakable infatuation w reader (which never rlly went away) just got a hundred times stronger and he's literally struggling to form a coherent thought and get it out his mouth.

I feel like r even plays into it a little, not any further than they think is fair to Remus, but just enough to enjoy the flushed cheeks and very unbecoming snorts. n then after a deep convo when Rem mentions his strained beliefs, to lighten the mood, reader jokingly (NOT) says "well, if you'd like a career change, I'd be more than happy to break your celibacy streak." or something bold like that and dhsuskakiejf

This isn't coherent at ALL

Ah babe! You got me all wrong, my Priest Remus is not going to be the innocent!girl + big-tough-corrupting!man trope, is actually the other way around.

Reader is going to be the one corrupting Priest!Rem.

I love the more innocent turn you've given to the story, and I might write something like this later but I've got this idea of reader using the confessionary" to say some pretty lewd stuff to the Priest that I cannot shake out of my head.

She's going to quite literally seduce him into breaking that celibacy streak.

So yeah, when I said corruption arc, I meant reader is the one going to be corrupting...

(But also I AM thinking of writing another one with Priest!Sirius corrupting a innocent!reader cause I feel like it SOOO would be his thing)

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shellyballas · 9 months

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BEG FOR IT ~ James Potter enemies to lovers smut

She watched him as he ran his hands through his dark waves. He was everywhere. She couldn’t get away from him. Everywhere she went he seemed to go. Teasing her, annoying her. Anything to get on her nerves.

James Potter had been her sworn enemy since their third year of school. Lorelei had transferred from Beauxbatons to Hogwarts when she was 13. James has always been the golden boy. Top of every class, every teaches favourite. However all that changes when Lorelei beat his score in their first DADA test at the beginning of that year.

*flashback*

Lorelei sat nervously as her professor went round handing back their parchment. Professor Cosgrove was known for never grading anybody higher than 90%. He said he didn’t believe in it.

The only person who had ever gotten above 90 was the one and only James Potter.

“Nigel Morrison not bad. Hetty Periford could have been better researched” professor Cosgrove droned on.

“James Potter, we’ll done”.

James stared down at the 88% at the top of his parchment an felt pretty chuffed.

“Sirius, Oi Padfoot” James poked his friend “how did you do?”

Sirius pointed to the 76 on his parchment and rolled his eyes. James then proceeded to show off his score while smiling at his disgruntled friend.

“Lorelei Armstrong” the professor paused to look at her “excellent dear”

Lorelei smiled when she saw her results and then thanked the professor. This caught James’s attention.

When class had ended he sauntered over to Lorelei and smiled his most charming smile. James had noticed her before, how could he not. She was funny and charismatic and extremely good looking with her long dark curls and big dark eyes and had quickly become known as the years “most desirable” which was a highly sought after title.

However as it was still only the first week James had never spoken to her directly. He introduced himself and she told her friend she’d catch up with them later.

“Professor Cosgrove is brutal for giving essays the first week back” he said smiling as he tilting his head to the side.

Lorelei smiled “yes he does seem like quite a disagreeable man”

“You mean he’s a huge ass” correct James.

She laughed and the both started to walk back to the Griffindor common room.

“So how did you do” James asked finally able to get the answer to Lorelei’s smile as she saw her score “He insists on never giving anyone over 90 so don’t worry about never getting one”

“Well he must have felt extra generous when he graded my essay because he gave me a 94.”

James was shocked. Nobody else had ever beaten him before let alone gotten 94. His expression turned sour.

“We’ll like you said he was probably just being nice”

Lorelei’s face harden. She was surprised by his sudden change in demeanour. Prick she thought. She turned to him.

“Why, is it so impossible that I got a good grade on my own merit?”

James was furious at her. Unreasonably, yes but that didn’t stop him. He knew it wasn’t her fault but James was not used to being challenged.

He tried to think of something to say. Anything.

“Your skirt is to short” he replied and then sauntered away.

Later, after he had cooled off James realised how poorly he had acted and made up his mind to apologise.

The next day James was in a great mood. He had a certain sort of spring in his step. His hair was falling in his signature effortlessly perfect sort of way. He strolled down to the main hall for breakfast and seated himself between Sirius and Remus. As they all chatted about quidditch and upcoming tests his eye was caught by a certain gorgeous brunette as she laughed entering the great hall. James thought she looked quite beautiful when she laughed.

“Whatcha staring at Prongs?” Asked Remus as he saw that James was no longer paying attention.

Sirius laughed “only James’s new best friend”

James had told Sirius about his encounter with Lorelei in their shared dormitory.

James then told Remus and he sighed.

“I’m sure many boys will be delighted that the famous James Potter as fallen into her bad books. Might give them a fighting chance” Sirius teased.

James swatted his arm and told him to shut up but the thought of it made him feel uneasy. As if on queue, Fredrick Handstead approached Lorelei where she sat. This was very displeasing to James. Fred was a Slytherin who played against James in quidditch which often resulted in fights between the two.

James watched the interaction carefully and found his fist clenching as she giggled at something he said.

“Cheer up Prongs” said Remus “I’m sure if you flick your hair at her she’ll hardly be able to resist you!”

On the other side of the Griffindor table, Lorelei smiled as Fred Handstead walked back to the Slytherin table.

“He sooo likes you!” Giggled Scarlett

“We’ll of course he does, he asked her on a date idiot!” Laughed Sylvie.

Sylvie was Lorelei’s favourite person at Hogwarts so far. She was smart and witty and had all the qualities she valued in a person.

“It’s just coffee” she replied “besides it’s my first week here, I’m not putting all my eggs in one basket.”

“Why, you got your eye on someone? Could it possibly be a certain Mr Potter who’s eyes haven’t left you all morning?”

Lorelei looked over to where James and his friends were sitting. He promptly looked away and pretended to be looking at the ceiling.

“After our encounter yesterday I’m pretty sure he’d rather eat slugs”

After James had sauntered off, Lorelei has stormed up to her dorm. There she told Sylvie and Scarlett all that had happened. They both found it hilarious and applauded her for sticking up for herself instead of dropping to her knees and sucking him off like a lot of other girls would.

“You don’t want him then send him this way” said Scarlett. It was no secret that she and many other girls would swoon if James so much as smiled at them. He was a complete womaniser.

The girls laughed and finished eating then made their way to their first class. Unfortunately for Lorelei, it was one of the many she shared with James.

As the three boys entered the classroom James muttered something about saving him a seat and headed straight for Lorelei.

“Hi” James mentally smacked himself. Could he have not thought of something more interesting to say!

Lorelei glanced to Sylvie who smirked and excused herself to join their other friends. Lorelei turned to James and smiled sweetly.

“Well look who it is! Merlin himself” she mocked “come to see if I need help finding a seat since I can’t do anything without someone being nice to me? Maybe you want to put in a good word to the professor for me, huh, make sure she’s nice to me too?”

James was taken aback for a moment but quickly recovered. He smirked at her.

“Just making sure you didn’t trip over something with your nose so high in the air”

Lorelei was furious. She didn’t understand why he was so obnoxious.

“Well I don’t have as much practice as you but I think I’ll manage”

And with that, she turned on her heal and strutted over to her friends. James watched her leave slightly stunned. And then he realised he skirt was even shorter than yesterday.

*end of flashback*

Ever since then, Lorelei and James were bitter rivals. Each trying to outdo the other. Which brought them to their 6th year.

It was a beautiful sunny day and most of the school were outside soaking up the sun. However Lorelei and Sylvie were up in their dorm room. Sylvie was helping Lorelei get ready for a date with Charles Everdeen. Lorelei was wearing a gorgeous white summer dress that complimented her curves nicely she was applying the finishing touches to her makeup when Sylvie told he to hurry up or she would be late.

With promises to tell her everything, Lorelei hugged Sylvie and left to meet Charles. This was to be their first date and they had arranged to meet at a previously agreed location.

She waited.

10 minutes late. Lorelei started to worry.

15 minutes late.

20 minutes late.

Finally 40 minutes later, a dejected looking Charles came round the corner. Lorelei was discussed. She crossed her arms over her chest and waited for his explanation.

“Lorelei I …” Charles trailed off with a troubled expression on his face. “I … I don’t think we should do this I mean the timing is off and we have to prioritise our study this year and I really don’t think this is the right time for either of us” Charles spoke fast as if he was scared that he might be shot.

Lorelei raised her eyebrows. She was furious. Not at poor Charles who looked like he had seen a ghost but at someone else entirely.

“Charles”

“Yes” he almost whispered

“Did James say something to you?”

“James umm … no uhh why would you think that … I”

“Charles” Lorelei warned. She looked at him with a look she had perfected that made the person on the receiving end shiver.

“Fine” sighed Charles “ he said that if I took you on this date then he would hang me from the astronomy tower by my underwear”

Lorelei was fuming.

“Charles, why don’t you go and have a lie down”

The poor boy looked like he was about to pass out.

Charles nodded and scurried away. Lorelei turned and stormed to where she knew she would find him.

The late September sun shone down on the marauders as they lounged under their favourite tree.

Remus was reading while Sirius and James talked about the upcoming quidditch match against Huffelpuff. Quidditch never interested Remus much. James was releasing and catching a snitch he had stolen over and over as he talked.

“Say James” said Sirius suddenly “have you interfered in a certain lovely ladies life recently?”

James looked at him confused.

“Why do you say that?”

“Because Lorelei is charging over here with a look on her face that would scare “you know who””

James turned just in time to see Lorelei storming toward him.

“You evil loathsome obnoxious but faced miscreant!”

Lorelie came to a stop in front of James and glared down at him. James sat up and fainted a look of surprise.

“Me? But faced? Is this true Sirius?”

Sirius was to busy trying not to find himself on the receiving end of Lorelei death stare to answer.

“Every single time James! EVERY TIME! What makes you think you have the right to deter, to sabotage every single one of my dates”

“I don’t know what your talking about”

“JAMES”

“He probably just realised what an insufferable lunatic you are and had second thoughts”

“Do you have me so much you are hell bent on destroying my life!” Raged Lorelei

I was the same old routine. Someone would finally have the courage to ask her out (most people were terrified of what James would do to them) and then at the last minute he would scare them or threaten them and she end up here screaming at him.

“I’m just doing them a favour sweetheart. Saving them from you”

“Aghhhhhhh”

Lorelei, seeing this conversation was going nowhere stopped off hoping to walk off her rage.

The Griffindor Christmas party was the most exclusive, out of control party of the year. The quidditch team hosted in the room of requirements and invitations were few and far between.

Lorelei and Sylvie were lucky and were now almost expected at these parties thanks to their party girl reputations, good looks and the fact that one member of the team or another we’re always trying to get in their pants.

Lorelei and Sylvie were late. But then again, they were always late to parties. Sylvie was wearing a tiny black dress while Lorelei was wearing a matching red one. With their contrasting appearance, Lorelei’s dark curls and eyes and Sylvie’s blue eyes and blond hair, they were a sight for sore eyes.

Lorelei finished painting her nails red, preformed a quick fast drying charm and they were on their way.

James was drunk, very drunk. And having a wonderful time. Captain of the quidditch team and having just beaten Slytherin in a very important match it would be fair to say James was on top of the world.

Some pretty Ravenclaw was sat on his lap talking about something he didn’t care about when he saw her.

Taking a shot from the floating drink trays she downed it in one and went for another. James was bewitched. He couldn’t look away.

Sirius saw his friend expression and rolled his eyes “just shoot your shot already”

“Huh”

“You’ve been pining after her for years” exclaimed sirius exasperated.

“Don’t know what your talking about”

Sirius rolled his eyes again and went back to making out with whatever girl he was seeing at the moment.

The more hours passed the drunker everyone got. Lorelei found herself on the dance floor as she did at most parties shaking and swaying her hips to the music

She felt someone press up against her back and saw Colin Jenkins behind her. He was hot so she let him grab her hips and dance with her.

From across the room James Potters great mood had been ruined by the sight I front of him. He was gripping his class so tightly it was a miracle it didn’t shatter in his hand.

Suddenly something inside of him snapped. He downed his drink and sauntered towards Lorelei.

Lorelei suddenly felt a hand enclose her wrist.

“Hey”

“Hey Colin can I borrow Lorelei here for a moment, I can, great thanks”

And with that he dragged her off the dance floor and over to a dark candle lit corner of the room.

“What the fuck James”

Lorelei was fuming. James admired her appearance for a moment. A wave of confidence had washed over him.

“Did you enjoy the match today”

“WHAT! You drag me away to ask me if I enjoyed the match! Oh my god Potter you are the most infuriating person I have ever met!”

Lorelei scowled up at him, furious that he had dragged her away.

James smirked “oh yeah”

“You can’t seriously or proud of that”

The pair were standing so close to each other that James could practically taste her perfume.

“You think your gods gift don’t you” Lorelei poked James’s chest with her finger as he towered over her.

“But you are nothing more thank a stuck up ass wipe”

“Is that so”

“Yes, yes it is so”

“Tell me more”

“You James Potter are a good for nothing toe rag”

Poke

“Who struts around acting like your a god …”

Poke

“…damn…”

Poke

“…saint!”

James suddenly grabbed her waist pulling her close.

“You know what I think” he said softly.

Lorelei was to stunned to speak. All she could do was state into his oh so gorgeous eyes.

“I think you look amazing in this dress”

James slid his hand up Lorelei’s back and toyed with one of the straps on her shoulder. His touch made her shiver as the hand she had on his chest began to clutch his shirt.

Her breathing quickened and she was sure he could heel how fast her heart was beating as he stared thoughtfully at her strap.

“You know what else I think?”

Lorelei could no nothing but wait for his response, entranced but the man in front of her. His hair messy, eyes so dark she felt as if they could see into her soul.

“I think it would look even better off”

Grabbing her jaw with one hand James slammed his lips onto Lorelei’s. The kiss was forceful, it was messy, it was pure lust.

James reached behind her and snapped her strap against her back. Lorelei moaned granting his tongue access to her mouth.

Lorelei ran her hands through his thick hair and James moved his lips to her jaw, peppering kisses down her neck.

Suddenly James pulled away. He admired the sight in front of him. Her swollen lips, her lust filled eyes, all for him.

He bend down and whisper in her ear.

“Let’s get out of here”

All Lorelei could do was nod as James grabbed her hand and dragged he up to his dorm room. As soon as the door closed behind her, Lorelei was pushed against it. James’s hands found home on her hips as he kissed her as if she was oxygen and he was struggling to breath.

All of a sudden, Lorelei spun free of his right grip and turned so James had his back against the door. She needed to regain control.

Slowly she dropped to her knees in front of him. She smirked up at him as she began to undo his jeans.

James’s had never seen a more perfect sight. Her eyes wide and dark peering up at him through her thick lashes, all for him.

Slowly Lorelei started to palm his length. James let out a low grown. Spurred on by his reaction, she licked a strip up his length and began to take him in her mouth.

“Fuck darling” James moaned “so fucking perfect”

Lorelei started to bob her head up and down extracting more praise from the man in front of her.

“Taking me so well sweetheart”

“Such a good little slut for me”

James then grabbed her chin and pulled her to her feat.

“As heavenly as that mouth of yours feels” murmured James “I think if I don’t get you on that bed I might loose my mind”

James’s lips found hers as he walked her backwards. James spun her around and started to kiss her neck as he’s slowly unzipped her dress.

James felt as if all his Christmas’s had come at once. As the satin dress slipped from her body revealing he black lingerie, James had never been so turned on in his entire life.

He gently lay he down on his bed. He then reached between her breasts and snapped her bra off.

“Hey!” Whined Lorelei “that was one of my favourites”

James smiled as he kissed her.

“I’ll buy you 10 more”

Lorelei then began to unbutton his shirt and when that had been discarded James crawled down and began to slide her panties off. Once she was complete bare under him, he slipped two fingers into her mouth.

“Suck” he commanded

Lorelei did as he was told. He then removed his fingers with a satisfying pop and began to trail them down her body stopping just above where she needed him most.

Lorelei whined beneath him.

“Tell me what you want”

“James” she whined

“I want to hear you say it” James taunted “want to hear you beg for it”

“Please”

“You can do better than that”

“Please touch me James please I’ll be so good I promise”

James smiled above her. He then insirted his long digits into her.

“Well since you asked so nicely”

Lorelei was a mess. A hot moaning mess. And James loved it. He loved the way her face contorted in pleasure. He loves the sweet sounds that fell from her lips. He loved the way she arched her back.

“So wet for me” he cooed

Lorelei could fell her high approaching. Just as she was about to cum, James removed his fingers much to Lorelei’s dismay. She whined at the loss of contact.

“Say it. Say your all mine and mine only, no one else’s”

“I’m all yours James, all yours”

Satisfied with her response he began to pleasure her again. Soon Lorelei was cumming. She threw her head back as the pleasure washed over her.

James then brought her fingers to her mouth, demanding she suck again. He watched her. Obsessed. He was obsessed with her mouth, her hips, her breasts, everything.

James then lined himself up with her entrance and slowly began to pushh into her.

“Fuck doll, so tight”

Once he had bottomed out he stoped moving. Lorelei protested.

“Tell me what you want doll”

“Want you to fuck me”

And with that, James started pounding into her. He was relentless, like a man possessed. Profanities left both their lips as they chased their high. The sound on skin slapping skin mixed with their moans filled the room.

Soon James’s thrusts became sloppy.

“I’m so close” moaned Lorelei

“Cum for me darling”

And she did, triggering his release. James rode out their high and then collapsed beside her wrapped one arm around her and pulling her close.

They both lay there for a moment just processing what had just happened. Then James looked over at Lorelei with a mischievous look in his eye.

“You look a bit sweaty Armstrong, you should probably have a shower”

Lorelei just laughed and swatted his arm as he scooped her up and carried her to the shower.

“This is never happened again Potter so don’t get used to it”

“Sure sure”

“I’m serious”

“Of course you are”

#enemies to lovers smut #james potter #academic rivals #enemies to lovers #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #marauders #smut

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marauders-peace · 9 months

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Distance Between Sun And Moon

Summary: The reader is hurt from the fight they had with Remus. After that her friends want to throw a party to lighten the mood. But the reader doesn't know if they should go and in a moment of weakness they search help by a new friend.

Warnings: self doubt, self hatred, People are dumb and blind when they are in love, lot less then usual lol

This part is more a build up for the next part, but it's still my longest :') Wc: 1.114

Masterlist part 1 --- part 7

Hope you enjoy<333

Tense.

If I had to describe myself in one word, this would fit perfectly. After the tragedy yesterday, I was shattered and tense. It was Sunday, and the others had planned a small celebration.

I won't go. Knowing Sirius and James, they will now throw a huge party to lure me close to Remus. But I will NEVER go.

I don't want to be near him. I don't want to breathe the same air as him. Not that my body would betray me.

I left the room early. I couldn't stand the tense silence between us any longer.

I didn't go to the library, as I knew he would find me there. And that was the last thing I wanted. I searched for a place where I could hide.

Quickly, I realized that there was no place where my friends couldn't find me. Where he couldn't find me. Aimlessly, I roamed through the castle.

I ran my fingers along the walls, without any specific thoughts.

Suddenly, my fingertips touched a bump. A door. A room. What?

It was probably forbidden, but it felt like a sacred gift. So, I went inside.

What I found there left me speechless.

~~~~

"Where were you?" "I just wanted to clear my head." I entered the Gryffindor common room, and Mary practically attacked me.

She looked at me, opened her mouth, then closed it again. She seemed undecided. That made me laugh. "Spit it out already!" "Would you like to come to the big party?" She looked desperate, and I felt guilty.

"Mary…" "Come on, it's going to be fantastic! Everyone is invited and coming. We managed to get the kitchen to cook for us, so there'll be great food, and-!"

"I can't, Mary."

She seemed like she wanted to say something else, but then she just looked at me. Eventually, she looked down at the floor.

"I know. Actually, I know. And I also know that he's behaving like a jerk."

She didn't need to say the name. We both knew who she meant.

She looked at me with big eyes, eyes that pleaded with me.

"But I also know that he really cares about you. That he doesn't want to hurt you. That he feels terrible about yesterday."

She begged me to listen to him. Maybe even to forgive him. "I'm not ready for that… I'm sorry."

She simply nodded in encouragement.

"I understand."

After our conversation, she left me alone, and I was very grateful for that. Too many thoughts plagued me.

I walked slowly through the corridors of Hogwarts. They were long, and you could never know all of them. I hoped I wouldn't run into Remus. Somehow, he always seemed to find me, which never bothered me before, but now? Now, it was terrible.

My steps slowed down. My feet grew heavier. My breath became uneven. I had this terrible habit of running away from my problems.

"(y/n)?"

My heart stopped.

But not because of Remus.

I turned around to face Luis and prepared myself for an argument. His brother must have talked to him, and I wouldn't blame him if he wanted me out of his life. But he just looked surprised.

"I thought you'd be with your friends?"

My eyes widened. I had canceled on him because we were supposed to do something together. In my panic, I had completely forgotten about him. Because of Remus.

"Oh yeah, that didn't work out."

It sounded like an excuse, and I felt embarrassed. But he looked genuinely concerned.

"Why?"

Then it all came back.

Well, that he's playing with your feelings. The fact that his brother showed up right after you hurt his brother's pride only proves it.

Everything I had tried to suppress.

That was definitely meant as just friends hanging out. Sometimes you're really naive.

"Hey, what's wrong?"

I looked up at Luis. He looked calm. But there was a certain panic in his eyes that reminded me of his brother when I was knocked out.

"We had a little argument." He didn't ask what it was about. He just looked at me sincerely.

It felt like Remus was looking at me. It was as if he could see right into my soul.

"Are you okay?"

Whatever.

And that's when I broke down.

~~~~

Remus's POV. Morning.

"You are being a lunatic, Moons." Sirius's voice startled me, and I quickly closed the map. He was right.

"And a stalker. Moony, it's not healthy to keep looking for her on the map all the time." James came into my field of view. He and Sirius were getting ready for Quidditch training. He looked at me accusingly.

"I'm just worried. I can't seem to find her. It's almost as if she disappeared into thin air." Excuse.

James didn't believe me for a second; that was clear. "Maybe you just overlooked her."

My fingers itched to open the map and keep searching. My gaze slid back to the map and got stuck there. James noticed.

"Give me the map, Moony."

"What?" Please don't take it away from me.

James shook his head. "You'll just keep searching for her. And, honestly, I don't think she wants to see you. You need to wait for her and leave her alone. So, hand it over."

He held out his hand expectantly.

"Don't tell me you didn't search for Lily either." I didn't want to wait. I wanted to make everything right immediately.

James sighed. "I did. Of course, I wanted to fix everything right away. But I accepted that I have to wait for her. That's why I didn't pressure her and overwhelm her with apologies yesterday. Wounds need time to heal, Remus. You know that best."

Reluctantly and unwillingly, I handed over the map.

A whistle came from behind us.

"Prongs, since when are you so wise? And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock." Even now, Sirius could make jokes.

Then the door was opened, and Peter rushed in. "Guys, I managed to convince the house-elves in the kitchen to cook for our party!"

"Party?"

Sirius grinned at me. "Well, we thought we might speed up the healing process a bit."

James looked surprised. "I didn't think you'd understand my metaphor. And I always thought you were as dumb as a rock!"

Sirius punched him, and they went off to practice, while Peter looked confusedly after them.

"What was that about?"

~~~

Reader's POV. Present.

I told him everything about Remus. From my embarrassing rejection to our argument yesterday. He just listened to me. In between, he led me to a quiet corner, and we sat down there.

When I was finished, I felt ten tons lighter. I felt lighter than ever before. Telling someone all of this without them telling me how Remus didn't mean it like that was so refreshing. I allowed myself to just explain my feelings without worrying about Remus.

"And now all my friends are throwing a huge party. Everyone's invited, but I'm not sure if I want to go. He'll probably want to talk to me, and I'm not really ready for that…"

The words flowed out of me like water flowing down a river, unstoppable.

Luis looked at me for a long time. He didn't say anything for a while, and then he said something that surprised me.

"Do you want to go to the party with me?"

"What?"

He looked at me sheepishly. "Not as a date or anything! I just thought maybe I could help you with Remus. If I'm with you, he probably won't approach you by himself, right?"

"No, probably not." But I knew how it would look for him then. It would look like I was on a date with Luis, a day after we had argued.

But why should he care?

"If it feels too weird for you, I understand -" "Actually, that's a good idea." I interrupted him. He looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected that. But then he smiled.

"Then let's go together today."

I was very grateful to Luis. He was a great friend.

Maybe Remus would then tell me why he cares so much.

The sun rotates around the earth, trying to ignore the moon, which followers the sun desperately, trying to get noticed.

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-ˏˋ TOUCH TANK ; james potter

summary :: you’d had a really frustrating morning. lucky for you, your work friend remus has a friend who knows how to relax you.

note :: smut based off the song touch tank by quinnie!!!

warnings/tags :: muggle!reader, f!reader, smut, 18+, f!receiving oral, swearing, fingering, handjob

word count :: 6k

You'd had a really bad day. That had been evident to everyone that had come across you at work, your usual cheerful customer-service tone had been slowly forced back into a mumble, your sour mood only amplified by your frown and heavy steps.

You probably were on the urge of quitting your measly job. The repetitiveness of a 9 to 5 had begun to drive you insane. Every day it was the same. Wake, eat, bus, job, bus, eat, sleep. Each morning when you'd force yourself out of bed, you had to remind yourself that it wasn't too much longer and you would have saved up enough money to go to college and leave the depressing town you lived in and could leave your awful job behind.

But, this morning you couldn't go through your normal ritual, getting off on the wrong foot from the get-go. You'd spilt coffee all down your only clean work uniform, the stain way too big to ignore. You'd been left to put on your only other work top that had been discarded in your hamper from your last shift. It wasn't dirty but it definitely didn't smell fresh.

On the way to the small ten-minute walk to your bus stop, you punctured your shoe, a large hole going through the sole, enough to reveal your sock. Which only got soaked when you accidentally stepped in a puddle from last night's rain. After being too distracted by your shoe, you had to chase down your bus which you hadn't realised had stopped in front of you. Which only led to dishevelled hair that you had already had problems with all morning.

You had shown up to work with a huff, throwing your belongings into your assigned cubby. The only thing that had been able to slightly pull you from your bad mood all morning, had been the well-worn corduroy tote bag hanging from the door hooks in the break room, which you knew belonged to Remus. The overly patched material was a tell-tale sign it was his belonging.

Remus was definitely your work best friend, which was slowly turning into him just being your actual best friend. He was the only thing that would get you through each shift, and probably the only one who hated his job as much as you did.

You would consistently share your distaste for where you worked. Always bonding over how much the ladies in the deli would get on your nerves or how much you hated it when your boss Patty, would dock money from your paycheck if you were no less than 2 minutes late getting off a break.

You had grown to get along with him very well, hanging out with him outside work. After shifts you both found unbearably long, you'd both go out for drinks, sometimes he'd bring along his boyfriend Sirius, and their best mate, James. Which was probably another reason why you loved Remus so much. His charming best friend.

It could also be the reason you sometimes wished you hadn't found a work best friend. James and Sirius would often show up to some of Remus's shifts to annoy the poor boy. Pretend to run out the doors with expensive food, or throw grapes at his head while he was rearranging the produce.

Remus told you they only did it to make you laugh, which they usually succeeded with. James's charming, but shameful flirting made you almost cry with embarrassment sometimes. You were very reserved and quiet at times and the compliments he would throw your way as you stood behind the registers, made you blush like crazy and stutter like a fool. You wouldn't lie though, you liked it most of the time.

You weren't sure if their visit today had been a blessing or a curse.

You and Remus had conveniently scored a shared shift behind the registers all day. Also managed to swindle swapping registers with the other worker Ben, a boy no older than seventeen who had no interest in doing his job properly, just so you could be next to Remus. You couldn't imagine how slow the day would go if you had no one to talk to. It was a Tuesday so it was probably going to be quiet.

"Remus!"

You looked up from picking at your chipped nail polish to see James and Sirius walking through the front automatic doors.

You couldn't help the small smile that ghosted your lips. Hopefully, your day wouldn't go as bad as you had assumed it would. But still, that feeling of frustration still bubbled in your lower stomach.

After Sirius had leaned over to place a chaste kiss to Remus’s cheek, leaving him a little blushed and fidgety. Both boys perched themselves in their usual spot in the corner closest to both your tills, leaning on the packing bench. It was conveniently hidden behind several racks of magazines, so Patty would never usually spot them. She had been known to despise the two, kicking them out on a couple of occasions.

"What's your reasoning behind your visit today, boys?" Remus asked, restocking the paper bags on his bench.

"Came to see Y/N, of course!" Sirius cheered, pulling a magazine from the rack and flicking through it mindlessly.

“Why else would we be here?” James questioned, sending you a little wink.

“To throw food at me.” Remus sighed.

“Mess up the sweets stand.” You furthered.

“Shake all the soft drink cans.”

“Accidentally trip and throw flour everywhere.”

“Buy a box of condoms in small change.”

“Hey, we actually needed those…” Sirius interjected a little defeated.

“For what? God forbid one of you falls pregnant.” You laughed, “Actually which one of you would fall pregnant.”

“That’s none of your business!” Sirius gasped.

To which you only laughed as a customer had lined up at your register.

“You wouldn’t be here to annoy us would you?” Remus questioned.

“Why would we of all people do such a thing!” Sirius feigned shock, hand over his chest.

You tried not to listen to them as the lady in front of you began to complain about her groceries. Saying something about how she couldn’t find any oranges that were ripe enough. You wanted to explain to her that they were a winter fruit and it would’ve been hard to do so. Though you only shot her a pitiful smile.

“I wouldn’t if I were you. Little Y/N over there is in a mood.” You tried not to throw one of your customer's kumquats at the back of Remus’s head as he whispered to the two boys. James sending a sympathy glance over to you. You were confused. Whatever Remus continued to whisper about would’ve been dramatic.

It wasn’t long before you had bagged all of the lady’s groceries and she was strutting off out the door, mumbling about how you had terrible customer service. At that moment you didn’t really care. Most days your service was top tier, but today you just really weren’t feeling it. Now that she was gone, there were no more customers left in the store, allowing you to listen back into the boy's conversation.

“Well you sure did piss her off,” Sirius laughed.

“Well, she wanted ripe oranges! What was I supposed to do about it, change the bloody season?” You laughed dryly, wiping down your conveyor belt. Probably a bit too hard, the rubber slipping in and out of position, pretending to distract yourself.

“Maybe not tell her to not shop here anymore if she wasn’t pleased with our- and I quote- fucking oranges.” Remus giggled. Actually giggled at what you said. You found zero humour in your statement. You felt bad.

You gasped. “Did I say that out loud?” You hadn’t meant to be so crass. You’d been so distracted by trying to keep your emotions at bay, that you must’ve accidentally let a thought slip as she walked out the door.

“You alright, lovely?” James asked, small concern.

You leant back into the register behind you, arms crossed as you bit into your tongue. The boys had never really seen you when you weren’t your usual happy self. Being so angry around them was different and you felt a little embarrassed. Felt like a child, being upset over nothing.

“Just a little tired.” It wasn’t half a lie, you were a little tired. Probably from being so frustrated all morning.

Not only that, you were tired from fighting the heat all day. It was one of the hotter days that came along with a British summer. When you’d woken up with with your hair stuck to your neck and the last remnants of your discarded sheets were slipping off onto the floor, you knew it was only going to get worse. The faulty central cooling in your underfunded supermarket was long overdue for a service and was doing shit work at cooling you down. Remus had been peeling his shirt off his sticky chest all day, the curls at the back of his head a little damp. Several of your coworkers had threatened to quit multiple times if the aircon wasn’t fixed soon.

“And it’s fucking hot. I just want to go home.” You whined, throwing your head back, the small breeze hitting your neck momentarily at the quick movement.

James looked like he had an amazing idea, eyes lighting up behind his glasses, throwing himself from the packing bench. “I’ll be back.” He scrambled away, disappearing behind shelves to weave through aisles.

You shot the boys a confused look to which they only shrugged. Strange boy, he was sometimes.

“Why don’t you just go home?” Sirius asked, moving over to your two tills now that he was sitting alone.

“And leave poor Remus by himself?”

“Poor Remus is only working until 1 today.” Sirius laughed.

You gasp, “You told me you were working all day.” You were rostered on until 5 and you assumed you’d had the whole day with Remus.

“No, I said I’d be with you until your break.”

“Stuff that. You were gonna leave me with Ben?”

Before you could further your argument, James was shuffling back around the corner with a few things in his hand, not allowing Remus any chance to defend himself.

James lined up at your register, putting his things at the end of the conveyor belt, watching gleefully as they moved from one end to the other at an extremely slow pace. To which he only giggled.

You scanned his items, a blue handheld fan from the sale bins and some triple A batteries. Bemused, you handed him his change and watched him open it up and place the batteries inside, happy with himself.

He turned it on, eyes lighting up before he fanned himself momentarily to seemingly test it out before he stood before you and held it to your face.

“James,” You relished in the much-needed cool air, laughing at his charm.

“Yes, your majesty?” He laughed, moving the fan around to access your neck. You turned to allow him so, smiling at the ceiling.

“Majesty, hmm? How charming.”

“Anything for you, my dear.”

You blushed at his words, giggling lightly at his amusing behaviour. He was so charming and it only made you shrivel in on yourself, unsure of how to respond.

You felt the angry fog dissipate in your mind. Earlier, every little thing would only make you want to lash out in frustrated annoyance. The lightest thing causing you to huff, mumbling to yourself about how everything was going wrong. All it took was a little chivalry and James had you unravelling. You weren’t sure if this only frustrated you more, that a boy you had only known for a few months, only hanging around him enough times to count on one hand, had you like putty in his hands. Maybe it was a good thing, you thought. He was still extremely intimidating though. He was so open and expressive, a man with a lot of confidence. Something you had found yourself to lack very much.

“Here,” You went to grab the fan from him, trying to fan yourself instead.

“No I’ll do it, you’re working.” He tutted, pulling it from your reach.

“James,” You sighed, “You’ll get a sore arm.”

“No, I won’t.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Hey, Y/N, why don’t you get off work early? We’re going to James's house later for a swim,” Sirius pulled you from your little daze staring at James’s arm straining through his shirt.

You pretended to think about it for a moment, your timing way too slow for James's liking, "Sounds like a good idea. Can't be any worse than here."

"Awesome."

You'd asked Patty for the rest of the day off, walking in holding your breath and fidgeting with your hands, way too nervous than an employee should be around their boss, and it had surprisingly gone much better than you'd thought it would. You complained about feeling sick, and she let you go home straight away. (Much to Remus's annoyance). She must've gotten some last night. Sirius had laughed, wiggling his eyebrows.

James had suggested you catch a ride with him, which you didn't disagree with. But, Sirius had said he actually needed to do some shopping and would stick around until Remus's shift was over, which was in about an hour and forty-five minutes. Which was how you had ended up sweatily stuck to the leather seats of James' car, the sound of The Smiths flowing from the radio filling in the gaps between the comfortable conversation you had settled into.

You were probably about 5 minutes from his house after detouring to change into your swimmers from your apartment. You had chosen a blue two-piece, the cornflower shade a lovely comparison against your skin. You decided to throw on an old T-shirt from a small band tour you had attended years ago. The writing had now faded and began to become ineligible. Pairing the off-white shirt with a pair of denim shorts.

"You hot?"James asked, switching hands on the steering wheel to lean over you to unwind your window. You would be lying to yourself if you said that the sight of the little sweat patch under his arm, the damp darkening his green shirt, and the way his arms flexed as he wound down the window, didn't make you flustered. You sighed, squeezing your legs together, hoping he wouldn't notice.

"I could've done that myself," You admonished.

"You've had a bad morning," He laughed lightly, one arm propped against his own door, "Don't want to have you getting more stressed,"

"I think I'm okay to wind a window down,"

"I'm sure you are. But I can never resist helping out a pretty girl in need," He patted your thigh, lucky for you he had pulled it away before he could feel the goosebumps breaking out along your skin, "A damsel in distress if you will."

"My Prince Charming," You faux-swooned, hand to your sweaty head. James flashed his signature toothy grin as he pulled into his drive. You couldn't even begin to pretend to be shocked at the look of his house.

He opened the front door, letting you inside first, swinging on the wood.

"Okay. Just walk through to the back, you’ll find the back deck.” He explained, throwing his keys into the bowl by the door, unfazed by his complete miss, “I’m just gonna go get changed.”

“I think I might get lost,” You laughed.

“Can’t miss it, just through the kitchen.”

“The first or second kitchen?”

“Okay, I know my house is a little fancy. But it’s not that crazy,” He rolls his eyes as he ascends the stairs.

“Tell that to my sink pipes held together with duct tape,” You call out to him before he rounds the corner.

You don’t actually have any trouble finding the back garden. His house may be a little extravagant but it was modest in its own ways. It wasn’t showy.

You walked along the back deck, gawking at the underground pool. The cerulean water shimmered in the small breeze, flecks of sunlight bouncing off its surface, urging you to pull your sunnies to your eyes. It looked extremely inviting, skin itching to be enveloped in the liquid.

Giving your body what it needed, you stripped immediately, folding your clothes over the back of one of the orange banana lounges. You bounced along the edge of the pool, feet padding across the wet fibreglass, impatiently ignoring the handy ladder and opting to dive in head first.

You came up, letting out a small gasp at the initial shock of the water’s temperature, pushing your hair from your eyes. Which when you opened them, we’re met with James standing at the edge, rocking back and forth on his feet.

“You found the pool all right.” He grinned, glasses swapped for a polarised alternative. Clad in a faded blue tee, much to your selfish dismay, a pair of light yellow shorts on his lower half.

“We’re matching.” You laughed.

“Observant.”

“I’d pick you for a speedo man,”

“I’ll wear whatever you want if you wear that everyday,” He eyed you down, stopping at the flesh above your wet top, skin glistening against the sun's rays. Your tits looked like they were begging to be freed of the tight material. James was grateful he wore the shorts he chose because the smaller trunks he owned didn’t leave much to the imagination and you’d definitely be able to his semi he was trying his best not to further.

“Such a gentleman,” You tried not to show how his words affected you, hoping if he’d noticed your goosebumps he would blame them on the cold water you were surrounded in.

“Prince Charming, remember?”

“Of course.”

He sauntered off to one of the banana lounges, throwing the towel over his shoulder to the scorching concrete. Settling down with his hands behind his head.

“You’re not getting in?” You tried not to sound disappointed. You so desperately wanted to see him without that blue top on. Sure he looked good already but you were struggling to keep your imagination up about what he’d look like underneath.

“I might later. Why don’t you come up here? I heard sunbathing does wonders at relaxing,” He smirked, patting the seat next to him. You didn’t want to tell him your stress had withered away as to much of an afterthought the moment you stepped in his car. But you were loving his company too much.

“Oh really?”

“Uh-huh,” He nodded eagerly. Maybe a little too eagerly for his liking. He didn’t want to come across as weird.

“Sure you’re not just trying to be a perv?” You laughed, pulling yourself out of the water at the ladder.

“Of course not. What do you take me for?” He gasped, eyes flittering to your glistening legs for probably a little too long. He felt his pants grow tight, adam’s apple up and down as he swallowed dryly.

“A male,”

“Men have their own selfish needs,” He laughed smugly.

“Whatever,” You settled in the lounge next to him, one leg propped up, arms mirroring his own. He didn’t make you feel uncomfortable with his words, if anything you welcomed them. You wouldn’t lie to yourself- he was hot, and you were stressed. You were sure his hands or that mouth of his, would work wonders at pushing away any last feelings of tension and frustration in your body.

There was a silence that was broken immediately by James. “You know,” He turned to face you, “You really should find other ways to de-stress. What will you do in Winter? My pool’s not heated.”

“Hmm, I’m not sure.” You could half-tell what he was alluding to, but you weren’t too sure. You could completely be misreading every he’s been saying all day, and ruin everything you had built between the two of you, probably making things awkward with you and Remus as well. So you pretended to be oblivious. “Any ideas?” You sit up to see him better, read his body language better.

He looked like he hesitated momentarily, biting his lip before he rakes his eyes down your body. You shudder. “Ever been eaten out?” Despite his hesitation, he says it like he’s just asked you how your day was.

“No,” You don’t lie, holding your false-confident composure.

“As if,” He laughs, pushing his sunglasses to the top of his head, “Pretty girl like you, has never been given head? I find that hard to believe, all your exes must be fucking idiots,”

After those words, all your inhibitions are thrown away and into the pool, “You gonna show me what it’s like? I heard it’s great to calm down,”

James now looked like he was the one whose own confidence was faltering. Eyes stuttering over your body, hands gripping tight around the slats of material around the metal frame of the banana lounge.

His hesitance causes your stomach to drop slightly, mouth running dry over the thought that you had utterly misread his words and had ruined everything.

You were too busy fiddling with your hands in your lap, spinning your warm rings around your fingers, to not only say something redeeming but notice how James had situated himself in front of your seat, kneeling on one knee at the end.

"I'd love to," James snaps you from your embarrassed daze, hooking two fingers under your chin to pull your gaze from your lap and up at his face, "Of course. Only if you'd want me to?"

You only nod, afraid that your words would betray you. Most likely you would only sound too eager, or blabber something stupid like a fool.

"Hmm?" The pad of his thumb runs a line over your chin and up to the semi-circles of skin under your eyes, darkened from a tiring morning, "I'm gonna need some sort of words from that pretty mouth, lovely."

You knew James to be a very confident, head-strong boy. Never once did this image he upheld of himself falter when he was around you. So his assertive words came as no surprise to you, but there was something different behind them this time. Probably fuelled by something you were having no trouble blaming on something akin to lust. Evident from his now blown pupils, darker than you had ever seen them, and his wet lips that looked like they had been bitten too hard.

"Yeah, James." You blink slowly, "Please."

"Good."

You can't help but swallow deeply as he moves his hand from your cheekbone to your shoulder, to guide you back down into the backrest of the lounge. He maneuvers himself to hover above you, nylon-clad thighs either side of you, trapping your legs between his own as they dig into the chair. He rests one arm above you, the other finding your bare waist as he leans in to capture your lips in his own.

You breathe into his mouth, trying not to let any telltale moans leave your lips. Because it was true, you hadn't been eaten out ever before, and you were a little excited. Maybe even some of that eagerness had formed into nervousness. Especially because it was James.

"Wait," You pull away from the kiss, a wet sound escaping you both as your lips slip apart, "Are you sure you want to do this? Cause I know not everyone likes to do it,"

"Are you kidding me?" You try not to shy away at his reply, afraid you've said something wrong, "I couldn't think of anything better to do," He smiles and reaches up to smooth out your wet hair, twirling a curl around his finger in a comforting manner.

"It's just, I always hear some boys complain about how they hate doing it to their girlfriends- not! That you're my boyfriend or anything, I just don't want you to do something you don't want to..." You ramble embarrassedly, throwing your hands to your warming cheeks.

"Y/N, it's okay. Those guys are fucking idiots if they don't like eating girls out," He pushes his knees into your hips, middle leaning down closer to you, his own hips stuttering, "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to,"

You decide not to reply, wrapping your fingers around his shirt to pull him back into you. You lean up halfway, too eager to kiss him as you melt into him. He lets out a sigh, happy with your response as he moves his hand to wrap his fingers around your wrist that had inched up to his cheek.

"Good answer,"

He ducks down between you and you try not to whine at the loss of his lips on your own. But the feeling of his fingers sliding under your swim top to snap the band against your skin catches the sound in your throat and forms into a gasp. To which he only hums against you as he leans down to trail his mouth around the plush mound of skin spilling from your skimpy top. The vibration sends a spark of goosebumps across your warm body.

"So pretty," He hums against you more, mindlessly dotting kisses over your sweat sticky skin, "You know how long I've wanted you like this?"

You shake your head, reeling in the feeling of him against you. Angling your head upwards, arching off of the chair.

"So, so, long." He punctuates each word with more kisses.

He uses the arm that's holding himself up to trail a finger down your body, over your shoulder and lining down to stop above your navel. His broad palm pushes down into your stomach as he kisses down your skin.

"We need to get rid of this," He makes quick work at using one hand to undo the ties of your top and then your bottoms, flinging the flimsy material over his shoulder so they land in the pool. "Much better,"

Your small giggles at his behaviour fizzle down into small gasps as he wraps his lips around your nipple. Teeth grazing the bud as his tongue swirls around the perked skin. Too distracted at his lips painting lines over your tits, you jump at the feeling of his fingers between your legs.

He slips a finger in between your folds, spreading your slick upwards to swirl around your clit, and across the skin between your cunt and your thighs, glistening under the sunlight.

"So wet," He coos, leaning up to suck on the skin at the junction between your shoulder and face, "All f'me?"

More nodding. Too scared of blabbering what you were really feeling.

"Hmm? I get you all like this? So wet." His words have you dizzied, grasping at nothing as he dips his fingers between your skin, the tip of this middle finger circling your entrance, slipping around the slick pooling at the bottom of you and onto the chair. You'd probably only grow embarrassed later on at whatever mess you were making on the expensive material.

He slips his finger inside you, appendage pointed towards the sky as he curls inside you, pumping in and out in a slow rhythm. Pushing yourself down on his hand, keening as the heel of his hand grazes against your thrumming clit.

"More," You hiccup, dissatisfied at the little stretch his finger was causing.

James would've gone as quick as you wanted if it meant he could've heard you make that noise again. He was determined to pull it from you, eager, he pushes another finger in, fastening his pace as he thrusts in and out of you in a rhythm that has you gasping already.

He joins his one hand with the other, fingers circling your clit, rubbing and struggling to find purchase at your slick cunt. The stimulation of his fingers thrusting in and out of your weeping hole, and his fingers probing under your skin at your clit has you moaning as you reach down to grab his wrist.

James looks up at you as if to say he knows what you mean. If he kept going like this, you would cum sooner rather than later. And as determined as he was to pull more than one orgasm from you all afternoon, he knew that it would be better if it was from his mouth, not his fingers.

"You gonna put us both out of our misery and let me taste you?"

You only keen, wriggling your hips as you push him down so he can slide between your legs. He smiles giddily, pulling his shirt over his head as if to prove a point that what was about to happen was about to get messy. Smug bastard.

He digs his knees into the ground, you wince at the thought of his bare knees digging into the rough concrete, though any thought of worrying sympathy dissipates as he blows along your cunt, continuingly probing at your clit.

You mewl a the cold sensation, frowning at him selfishly growing impatient at the lack of his mouth against your cunt. A feeling you're yet to experience though yearn for suddenly.

"Gonna taste me, Potter?"

His fingers dig into the dough of your thighs, licking his lips, "Fuck," He murmurs lowly, grunting as he dips into your cunt. Tongue flat against you as he licks from bottom to top, tongue flicking against your swollen clit.

You don't stop yourself before you're throwing your hands to his head, fingers wrapping around his thick curls, any thoughts of how you're gripping too hard float away, the pleasure of his mouth against you taking over your mind.

You grind into him as he pulls you closer than you thought was possible, all room between you closing in as you wrap your thighs closer to his head, sticking to the skin of his neck.

You can't help but selfishly look down at him, taking in every detail of the pretty boy you have between your legs. The fat of his shoulders rolling as he turns his arms upwards to wrap around your knees, squeezing you close. You find yourself happy at the thought of finally seeing him without that shirt you could've ripped from his body not only twenty minutes ago. His dark skin beams underneath the sun's rays, beads of sweat decorating him in a glow that makes him seem golden. The grunts that leave his mouth sound wet as he wiggles his head against you, which makes you almost scream at the sensation.

Though you hold back lewd moans, biting into your bottom lip, skin turning raw at your pressure.

James pulls away much to your annoyance, eyes peering up at you over your body, "Wanna hear you, lovely," He kisses the skin above your clit, "Wanna hear those pretty moans,"

"We're outside, James." You shake your head lightly, cheeks going red at the thought of any of his neighbours hearing you. Especially the thought of the boys returning home whenever. You weren't one to do things like this. James brought something out of you.

He could sense your shyness, rubbing circles into your thighs, "Alright,"

He wastes no time in diving back into your cunt, tongue probing your entrance and finding little resistance. You find the coil building in your lower stomach, squeezing your legs to only keep the pressure there. Your impending orgasm urges closer as he laps at your cunt, his nose bumping into your clit as you grind into him more.

He snakes an arm up your body, tapping your chin with a finger. You look down at him as he tugs on your lip, pushing two digits past your teeth to rest on your tongue. You wrap your lips around his fingers- if you weren't going to be vocal outside you would muffle your moans with his hand in your mouth.

His fingers pressing into the back of your mouth has your orgasm building to its peak. Tears build in your eyes as you cry out into his hand, wrapping your fingers around his wrist, nails digging into his flesh.

You wriggle against his mouth as you unravel, legs stuttering as he laps at your overly sensitive cunt. It's not until your vision goes white and you're tugging his hand from your mouth does he pull away from your twitching centre. Your legs are stiff when he rubs them up and down your skin to soothe you back down.

You relax back into the chair, laughing as you look down at James' face- chin glistening in your slick and pupils dilated. Your own face wet with your own dribble that had cornered in your mouth and slathered by his fingers to your cheeks.

"Fuck," You pant, legs twitching.

"Good?" He laughs, patting your thighs as he stands.

"Amazing," Your blissed-out expression should be enough to signal to James how you felt. "Definitely relaxed,"

"I'd hope so." He crawls up to seat himself next to you, pulling you into his lap so you'd both fit in the chair. You feel his hard cock pressing into your bare centre, pushing up against you.

You laugh and reach between the two of you to rub up and down his length, to which he only winces, grabbing onto your wrist.

"Don't do that, baby." He tuts, rubbing your wrist, "I'll cum in my fuckin' shorts,"

"That's the whole point," You giggle, "Well maybe not in those pretty pants of yours, but you gotta cum,"

"I don't have to," He soothes, "This was all for you, don't think you have to do something back for me."

"No, I want to. Can't leave you all hard like this," You reach past the waistband of his yellow swim trunks, wrapping your fingers around his cock to pull it free from its restraints. You couldn't even pretend to be shocked at his size, you'd been expecting him to be big.

You spit into your hand, the sight having him twitch and groan into your ear. You slather your saliva up and down his length, making quick work at pumping up and down.

His head falls into the crook of your neck, pants and grunts falling from his lips, eyebrows pulled together in pleasure. In a smooth motion, you twist your wrist to move faster, "Fuck, m'not gonna last, Y/N."

"S'okay, cum for me," You murmur, voice raspy with want.

It's not long after a few more pumps from you, James is spluttering out your name, cumming over your hand. White ribbons of him landing on his abdomen, painting his dark skin. You lean down to lick your hand and the last remnants of himself from his toned body. James groans at you, throwing his head back in pleasure.

"Fuck, you do things to me Y/N,"

You lean back up, smug smile on your face. You reach up to brush the hair stuck to his sweaty face, tucking it behind his ear. "Better go find my swimmers in the pool before the boys get here, some animal threw them in there."

"I don't know who would've done that," James smacks your ass and you yelp as you stumble towards the pool. Legs wobbling with post-orgasm jitters.

"Gonna get in?" You smile over your shoulder.

"Gonna go for round two?"

"Better hurry up before they get back, I'm sure Remus has smooth-talked Patty into letting him leave early."

You don't have to say it twice before James is running past you, cannon-balling into the pool, splashing water all over your naked body.

The way he gleefully looks down at you has you laughing. You know that this is the start of your ruining and it was at the hands of James Potter.

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