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I just found out I share the same birthday as Sirius Black and it makes me happy

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rip gilderoy lockhart you would've loved sirius black x reader fanfictions

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𝔐𝔶 𝔚𝔢𝔢𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔇𝔞𝔪𝔰𝔢𝔩

remus john lupin - period comfort (student x teacher)

radio . . .

𝔅 uried away in the misty Scottish countryside inside a castle that, to a muggle eye, would look like nothing more than ruins, resided a sweet girl in her shared dormitory. She was huddled up in bed between her frilly linen bedsheets, dressed in an old nightgown passed down from her mother. The little lady snuggled her teddy bear as she sniffled back dainty tears between wide eyed whimpers.

Effeminate moonlight beaded through the windows, casting a gloomy spotlight on the hand-dyed, velveteen drapes surrounding her canopy bed, providing a cocoon of intermission. However, try as she might, Y/n could not nod off no matter how much she willed it.

It was that time of month again and no amount of warming pans could provide enough heat to soothe the aches and pains she felt. It seemed to her that she had an unwilling tendency to find herself in situations she'd rather not. Tossing and turning from side to side, her loose plait ruffled against her pillow; she didn’t know what to do next but she needed to do something.

Tell her head of house? Go to the hospital wing? Wait it out?

The pain was getting worse; a sick feeling added to the cramps in her lower back and stomach. Initially, she felt relief at the coming of her period, a sort of divine connection with her body, her girlhood. Even so, the agony that accompanied was nothing but a thorn in her side, or a pea between her mattresses.

The trials and tribulations a princess must face...

Her seraphic semblance jousted with the storm brewing beneath the diaphanous lacework that dressed her weak figure. Much like a medieval sovereign, pale and blue on her deathbed, no amount of cornucopias riches could remedy her.

Y/n slowly but surely managed to sit up, bundling the quilt around her middle in hopes of alleviating the cramps. To no avail, she resorted to the only one she trusted: her professor.

The gentle girl would often seek refuge in his classroom throughout the day, whether it be someone picking on her or the workload was getting too much. It didn’t take long before the tweed-wearing man fell flat on his knees for his starry-eyed student, and her for him.

Things between them weren't chaste, but neither were they explicitly carnal. Tender kisses were exchanged in passing, softly suggestive words were whispered in private, and the occasional sleepover transpired, yet nothing that meant her professor saw anything more bare than her legs or arms.

Putting on her lambswool slippers and grabbing her wand, Y/n made her decision: she was off in search of her lover.

Slightly hunched over, she padded along the floor like a wounded animal, eyes bigger than saucers.

All she wanted was for Rem-Rem’s hands to melt her girly pain away.

With a fixed ‘deer in the headlights’ expression, she drifted out of the common room, clutching her teddy’s hand as it dragged behind her, involuntarily along for the ride.

“Remus,” She whispered to herself as she roamed the halls, it echoed like a snake’s hiss. Meandering down sconce-lit passages much like an intricate maze, she hoped she wouldn't find a minotaur at the centre of the castle's beating heart, though she was in search of a werewolf instead.

Once she’d reached where she knew to be Lupin’s private chambers, she knocked the door timidly, pouting at the discomfort she was still in and rubbing her tummy.

The was no answer.

Her feeble fist turned the cool door knob, opening the door ajar, “Lu-Lu?” Yet another nickname she had for him swirled past the door into his sleeping ears.

The man twitched in his slumber, letting out a groan as he lifted his head toward the door; there was only one person who dared to call him that.

An amber glow shone through the door crack, illuminating the girl like an empyrean angel sent down from the holy. Her messy hair, from fidgeting against her pillowcase, looked windswept, and her puffy, crying eyes evoked an emotion that was so deeply hidden inside him, he didn't know of its existence.

Remus sat up in an instant, startled by the ethereal vision of her cherubic facade. He rubbed his eyes and swung his legs off the side of the bed, getting another look.

His eyes softened immediately, opening his arms to her, “Baby what’re you doing? It’s the middle of the night.” His voice was groggy and ever so slightly slurred, yet remained gentle as if conversing with a child instead of a young lady.

Y/n rushed over holding her tummy and frowning, she sat down on his hard thigh. “Lu-Lu,” She cooed like a baby with a newly learned word.

Half of him was concerned at her defenceless appearance, but the other half was mildly amused at her insistent use of the silly nickname. He played along, caressing her supple, rosy cheek, swiping away a stray eyelash.

“Yeah princess, gonna keep calling me that? ‘S a bit girly isn’t it?” He gave a sleepy smirk and kissed the top of her head, still waiting for the reason she made an appearance tonight, not that he was anything but pleased to see her.

She shook her head, looking more cute than upset behind her sad face. “Like it,” She said referring to the nickname, her hand guiding Remus’ palm over her pained tummy.

“Someone hungry huh? Wanted a midnight snack is that it?” Lupin lay back onto the bed, gently hauling her on top of him. He felt her warm body against him, more tender and swollen than usual.

Once again, she shook her head, whining as she burried it into his chest.

“C'mon poppet, use those words.” He looked down at her through half-lidded eyes, stroking the back of her floaty nightgown, threatening to fall asleep again.

When nothing but more whinges and whines left her mouth, the teacher took the teddy bear into his hands, “Is Mopsy going to have to tell me what’s wrong instead?”

When his girlfriend nodded, he sighed softly, yet feeling nothing but endearment for her. “Okay, Mopsy what’s wrong with our little Y/n?”

He put the bear to his ear pretending to nod along, listening to what it had to say, “Ah, right-o, gotcha.”

After placing the bear back down onto the duvet, he spoke to the only other human in the room, “Mopsy said you’re feeling a bit sore.... down there."

Y/n forgot all about her cramps and bolted up right staring bewildered at him, and then the bear.

How did it know?!

Lupin chuckled ever so softly, “Shhh you’ve got a bit of blood on your dress that’s all.” He kissed the top of her head, not bothered by the prospect.

Her cheeks drained of colour just before going the same shade as a beetroot: she squirmed wanting to run and hide.

“Hey hey hey-“ He stopped her panic before it had started, holding her tightly in his arms and not letting her run away in embarrassment. “It’s okay we’ll get you cleaned up, we've handled worse, mm?"

In a sluggish but gentle movement, Lupin cradled her in his fatigued arms over to the bathroom that joined to his sleeping quarters.

"Are you in pain sweetheart, I know some girls get really poorly, 's that you?" He whispered, setting her down on the toilet and crouching in front of her.

Y/n nodded with weepy eyes, pawing at him for comfort.

His hardened heart ached for her little face, he knew how difficult it was to deal with these things on a regular basis, and he also knew how much pain she must be in to come and find him at such a late hour.

"I’ve got some pain relief potion here, nice and strong.” He reached into the cupboard under the sink and rummaged until he produced a small glass bottle of a pale green liquid. Removing the wax sealed cork, he brought the vial up to her lips, letting her swallow it bit by bit.

Wiping her mouth on the back of her hand and muttering a thank you, she shifted on the toilet lid feeling uncomfortable at the wet stain on her dress.

"Now, lets get you out of this."

But it wasn't that simple.

She was hesitant, he could tell. Lupin knew that exposing herself to him for the first time would be fearful, but in the middle of the night, in pain and bleeding? Even worse.

His rough fingers toyed with the hem of her nightdress, slowly easing it up, over her thighs, past her hips, her breasts, and eventually her head.

The girl fidgeted and squirmed, avoiding eye contact.

He hated seeing her like this, but he couldn't deny she was even more beautiful than he'd imagined. Yet he took it with a pinch of salt, trying not to stare too much and make her uncomfortable, as it was obvious her current predicament slightly altered her features. She looked swollen and sore, plump and womanly, with her tender midriff reddened from rubbing it and a spot or two on her face.

Remus frowned subtly, the whole situation was tugging on his heartstrings too much to bear. Quickly dashing into the bedroom, he retrieved Mopsy the plushie and handed it to her, placing it in front of her chest for dignity. "Better?"

She nodded, chewing on her lip, swiping it's soft fur against her cheek.

Very quickly she was wiped clean, put in a change of Remus' clothes (a grey jumper and pair of black boxers in which he'd slipped a pad into) and taken back to bed with a herbal tea.

His student didn't speak much, an unpleasant concoction of pain, embarrassment and exhaustion drenched her features as she waited for the potion to start working. Remus stood in the archway leading to the bathroom just watching her propped up in bed with countless pillows and blankets, like a scared mouse nibbling a piece of cheese, as she sipped the herbal tea he brewed her. Leaning his arm against the wall, he realised as much as she seemed like an angel, an ethereal entity as pure as snow, she wasn't. She was human, just like him, and she could get hurt too.

"How's my poorly girl doing?" The teacher carefully padded over barefoot, getting into the other side of the bed, cautious not to jolt her.

"M'kay.” She tried her best to hide herself in the cup of tea.

"You don't have to be embarrassed, my love, you're a very pretty girl and it's normal to- for this to happen." His head lowered as he chased her eye contact, placing his hand on her thigh.

"You don't think I'm... disgusting?" She eventually plucked up the courage to ask, afraid of the answer even though she knew Lupin would do anything for her already.

"Disgusting? You're bleeding darling not turning into a goblin," Lupin couldn't believe she'd ever think of herself in any such way, but then again who was he to chastise someone for a bit of self-doubt, he practically ran on it.

The room whirled with a quiet twinkling noise that seemed to hide between the walls at Hogwarts, reminiscent of a fire crackling, even when there wasn't one. Whooshing gusts of wind infiltrated the cracks in the walls and around the windows. Y/n rested her head serenely on his clothes shoulder, holding his hand under the covers. She turned her head after a little while, their breaths harmonising with each others heart beat.

The sparkle slowly glistened back in her eyes and she felt the spiky brush of Remus' stubble before kissing his cheek.

"Love you Rem Rem,” She twirled a strand of her hair.

He smiled to himself, staring down at the duvet before looking up into her eyes, kissing her lips.

Before her, he hadn't had a nickname since his school days, not an endearing one anyway. 'Loony Lupin' echoed through his mind.

"I love you too,” His voice glazed her heart.

The word were more than a reply, but a deep-rooted declaration.

Laying under the blankets, the couple cuddled tightly. Even when she dropped off into dreamland, Remus caressed her stomach, wishing her sweet dreams. Her sleepy, cuddly form hogged all the duvet, leaving the man half in the cold, but he didn't mind nor did he try to steal them back. He'd give up anything for her: his sleep, his time, even his quilt.

That was his girl, and he was going to give her the best life he could, no matter the hardships against them.

And, with a dopey but loving grin into his pillow, the professor drifted off to sleep.

. . . my weeping damsel

ps. listen with the music xoxo

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Sewing kit - Ron Weasley

summary: "The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry." wc: 0.6k+

The instant Ron came to you asking for help sewing a rip in his t-shirt, Molly knew you were the woman he was going to marry. You’d been sitting in front of the fireplace with many of Ron’s siblings, along with Harry and Hermione, listening as Fred and George recalled the story of one of their wicked pranks to Charlie and Bill. You laughed along with everyone else as the twins reached the climax of their story, cuddling into Ron’s jumper that you wore.

This was your first summer at the Burrow as Ron’s girlfriend, and you’d admittedly been a hundred times more nervous to be here, to gain his family’s approval. Your head snapped towards the staircase at the call of your name, watching as Ron padded down the stairs, gripping the side of the shirt he was wearing. “Y/n” he repeated, “Could you fix this for me?” You straightened up in your seat, unaware of the eyes on you as you took the soft fabric of Ron’s favourite t-shirt in your hands, examining the rip in the seam. Your fingers grazed his soft skin underneath the fabric. You hummed, asking “Could you get my-” But your words were interrupted when Ron thrusted your small sewing kit forward, causing you to giggle “Perfect.”

You worked silently, looking for a thread the same colour as Ron’s t-shirt, and began sewing the seam back together. Ron stood in front of you silently, aimlessly playing with a strand of your hair as he listened in on the story. He didn’t notice the look Bill and Charlie shared, or the way Molly stood still with a tray carrying hot chocolate as she admired the intimate moment between you. Molly had to turn away to hide the tears forming in her eyes at the realisation that she would never get to sew her son’s clothes ever again, that he had found someone to do it for him.

“Oh that tickles.” Gasped Ron when your hands ran up his side in an attempt to tie the thread together before snipping it with a small pair of scissors. “Sorry sweetheart.” You muttered, looking up at him while you tried straightening out the now crinkled fabric of his shirt. Ron didn’t bother to check if the job had been well done, so Bill assumed that this had occurred many times before, noticing that Hermione and Harry didn’t flinch at their ginger friend’s request from you. Ron cupped your cheeks, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead as he thanked you, taking your sewing kit back from you. You put a hand over his, shaking your head. “Leave it, I’ll take it up later.” You patted the empty spot next to you reserved for him, and Ron immediately sat down, putting your kit on the side table next to him.

His family watched as you shared a smile, Ron’s hand snaking around your waist while you comfortably cuddled yourself into his side. You leaned your head on his shoulder, arm slung in front of his torso in a loose hug and Ron instinctively pressed another kiss to your temple, eyes trained on his younger sister who started another story to fill the silence. You both thanked Molly sincerely when she handed you your hot chocolates, and she held eye contact with you, a hand coming down to your cheek to caress your skin with a motherly smile as she held back happy tears.

That night, when Ron took you by the hand to lead you outside for a long walk, Molly held her tongue, deciding to give you both some freedom. And when Ginny approached her, asking shyly if her mother could sew up a rip in her jeans, she burst into tears, hugging her daughter close to her.

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Me in this reality smh

pov: you’re me in my dr

[radient-ravenclaw]

Hey, can you do an scenario with you and Ron Weasley under a blanket around your friends watching a movie and Ron decides to finger you quietly without anyone knowing?

Not a problem, hope you enjoy

Warnings: Smut, public setting, fingering

Smut under the cut

Honestly, you'd seen this movie a million times and every time it only seemed to get more hacky, but when Harry mentioned that the only thing he wanted to do for his birthday was watch a movie with his friends, you agreed.  It helped that Ron had brought a blanket for the two of you to share, giving you a reason to be resting against his strong chest.  It wasn't that you and Ron were keeping your relationship a secret, but more that Hermione and Harry hadn't caught on.  You were sort of keeping a bet, seeing what would make them notice first, and you should've known that Ron was up to something from the moment that he had presented the blanket with a smirk, but honestly you'd thought nothing of it... That is, until he began to slip his fingers between your thighs, circling your clit outside your sweatpants.  This was fine at first, you could ignore it mostly, but after a moment, he slipped his hand into the loose waistband of your sweatpants.  You widened your eyes and did your best not to jump as you glanced around.  Shit.

"What are you doing?"  You hiss, trying to push his hand away as you glanced over to where Hermione and Harry were sitting.  Thankfully they hadn't caught on, they were too engrossed in the film.  Ron merely chuckled and pushed your hands back with ease, slipping your panties to the side.  You felt the pads of his fingers graze your clit, making you shiver against him.

"Shh... Movie."  He whispered, and you chewed on your lip, spreading your legs a bit more as he slipped two fingers inisde of you.  You clenched your jaw and let out a harsh breath to keep from moaning.  He stilled them inside of you, which was almost worse... it made you want to beg him to continue.

"Ron-."  He started fucking you, moving his fingers quickly, making you stop mid sentence. "Fuck."  You whined, and Ron clapped a hand over your mouth for a moment.  Neither Harry or Hermione heard, lucklily.

"Keep quiet."  Ron murmured in your ear.  You let your head loll back as your mouth dropped open.  He sped his fingers up and you felt your cheeks burn when you realized you could hear how wet you were.  Luckily, it was loud enough in the room that only you and Ron could hear it.  He groaned.  "God, you're so fucking wet... Wish you were riding my cock instead."  You nodded.  Riding his cock was fucking amazing, he was so fucking good.  He added another finger, making you clench your jaw as your eyes rolled back.  Fuck, you felt so full.

"Me too."  You sighed, and Ron increased his pace, making you tuck your face into his neck

"Y/N?  Are you alright?" Harry asked, and before you could respond, Ron waved him off as he began massaging a spot deep inside of you, making you see stars.

"She's fine, don't worry." He said, and then he turned to you, chuckling darkly into your ear as he brought his thumb forward to rub your clit, making you gasp. "Pay attention to the movie, love.  Can't let them know how easily you're taking my fingers right in front of them... Think it'd shock them a bit." Ron murmured, and you chewed on your lips, wrapping yoru hand around Ron's wrist so you could grind more discretely on his fingers.  He curled his fingers again, making you tremble.

"Ron, faster, please..."  You whined into his ear, grabbing blindly under the blanket until your hand landed on his cock, squeezing him through his pants.

"Merlin, you're loving this, aren't you?"  He asked, and you nodded, sliding your hand into his pants so you could wrap your fingers around his cock.  He let out a breathy groan in your ear, increasing his pace.

"Mhm..."  You stroked his cock as you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten.  Shit, you were so close... "Oh, fuck..."  The knot snapped, making you tremble as you bit down onto Ron's shoulder, trying your best to mask your moans.

"Are you cumming?"  He whispered, and you nodded, clawing into his shoulder.

"Yes..."  You gasped "Ron... ohmygod."  You murmured, Ron's fingers pushing you right into a second orgasm, one that had you shaking and trembling by the time it was over.  No one was real around you aside from Ron, not at first.  Not until you felt someone tap on your shoulder.

"Y/N?"  Harry asked, and you were still grinning lazily, your eyes closed.

"Hm?"

"Could you pass me the popcorn?" Harry asked, and you blinked, coming back into yourself.  Movie.  Popcorn.  Harry's birthday.  Right.

"Oh!  Yeah, of course.  Sorry."  You didn't know how many times he'd asked, genuinely.  But he merely waved you off and kept watching.  Good.

"All good." 

"Meet me in the bathroom."  You whispered into Ron's ear, and you could feel him squirm.  The tips of his ears turned red as he nodded.

"Uh... Okay."  He responded, and you got up, stretching and yawning.

"I'll be right back."  You said, and Hermione sat up, grasping around for the remote.

"Do you want us to pause?" Hermione asked, and you shook your head, giving her a smile as you straightened out your sweatpants, feeling the wetness on your panties.

"No, I've seen it."  You insisted, and you walked to the bathroom, straightening your appearance in the mirror.  Nothing was truly out of place, but you looked a bit frazzeled.  You heard the door shut behind you and saw Ron standing in the door, a satisfied grin on his face.  You could see the print of his cock through his pants, hard and straining.  Merlin, you wanted to wrap your lips around it and make him scream.

"That was hot-."  You pushed him, poking his chest hard.  Yes, that was hot, but it was also fucking insane.

"You are evil."  You responded, and Ron chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies together.

"C'mon love, don't be like that... we both know that you enjoyed yourself, no harm done."  You kissed him deeply, tangling your fingers into his red hair, pressing him into the bathroom wall.  You felt his strong hands on your waist, grinding you against his cock, making you moan.  At that point, he pulled away from you with a cocky grin.  "Now get on your knees before they realize we're gone."  Ron instructed, and you felt your knees hit the cold bathroom floor as you stared up at him, pulling his pajama pants down his thighs.

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As a fluent Welsh speaker and agreement from some of you on here, I’ve decided to write a fic with Remus with a bit of welsh language in it.

Please bare in mind I’m from North Wales rather than South so the lingo is going to be slightly different.

Lleuad yr Nôs (Professor!Lupin x Welsh!Reader- Reverse Comfort)

Summary: You know Remus is a werewolf but haven’t been with him long enough for a transformation. Tonight is the full moon and you do everything you can do be there for him.

You queued up behind the students entering your darks arts classroom. It was always packed as it was everyone’s favourite subject since the new Professor started teaching.. and the professor you so happened to be seeing in your final year at Hogwarts.

You knew he had a welsh background, but the professor didn’t know about yours yet. After all, it had only been a few short weeks.

“Bore da, Syr.” You smiled brightly at him, taking in his wide eyes.

His lips wavered up slightly before he asked, “Ydachi’n siarad cymraeg hefyd?” You nodded giddily, finding his surprised expression cute. He straightened himself proudly, gesturing you to take your seat.

“Diolch, Athro.” You slyly winked at him as you walked past.

Remus straightened up his tie, feeling a little hot as he began the lesson, keeping a mischievous eye on you.

You couldn’t help but watch intently as he taught, not that you paid attention to the lesson itself.

Suddenly a strong, but playful voice snapped you from your thought, “Miss (Y/L/N),” he nodded towards your textbook.

“Sorry professor..” you tried so hard to hide your smirk; ‘Hanging out with Padfoot too much,’ is what he’d normally say to you.

As you listened to his class lecture, he was teaching the different kinds of creatures, animagus’, dementors, and eventually.. werewolves. You knew he was a werewolf. The two of you had already discussed that topic and you agreed to keep your mouth sealed, although you hadn’t been with him long enough for a transformation yet.

Until tonight; a full moon was scheduled in the universe.

Remus and yourself were in his office like every other evening, with you on his lap having a drink of fire whiskey from his cabinet.

“(Y/n)..” he snapped you from your thoughts.

“Yes Remus?”

He tapped his foot anxiously, “As you know we’ve got a full moon tonight and.. well, my condition..”

“Hey.. it’s alright Remus. I know,” you said gently, placing a soft hand on his chest. He couldn’t help but smile warmly down at you.

“Here’s the plan darling: I’m going to go into the forbidden forest while I transform in order not to hurt you, and you’re going to go to bed and sleep, alright? I’ll meet you at breakfast in the morning.”

You reluctantly agreed with his plan, knowing that he wouldn’t argue with you about it. He kissed you goodnight as he headed out, “Nôs da, cariad.”

“Goodnight.. and good luck.”

You didn’t go to bed after he left.. of course you didn’t. Instead you waited in his office for his return.

Hours go by, you were barely awake as Remus staggered into the office, panting, exhausted and a little ripped up.

“Baby..” you sighed with sympathy, “Come here.”

He looked like he was about to collapse to the floor as you guided him into a quiet corner, letting him sit against the wall.

“I thought I told you.. to go to bed.”

You rolled your eyes playfully, “Moony, now is not the time to scold me about my bedtime. I need to get you cleaned up, sweetheart.”

And that’s what you did. You helped him in and out of the shower, get into some comfortable sweatpants, and here you were now, wrapping bandages around his wounded arm.

Remus hissed at the contact. “Moony, you’ve got to let me do this okay? It’ll prevent infection.” Your boyfriend took a deep breath as you finished the wrapping.

“Want me to sign it for you?” You giggled.

He shook his head with a weak chuckle, “Ti’n rywbeth arall weithiau.”

You smile at him lovingly in return, “Ond da ch’in caru fi.”

Remus gave you a soft kiss to the lips. “Dwi yn..”

“Come on Moony, let me get you some breakfast.” He smiled at you with his sweet, tired eyes, “Diolch.”

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As a fluent Welsh speaker I LOVE WELSH REMUS

Sirius, texting James: "Emergency. Remus just said 'good morning' to me in Welsh. What do I do?" James: "Propose." Sirius: "NOT HELPFUL."

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𝔏𝔬𝓿𝔢 𝔅𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰

remus john lupin - snogging sesh (student x teacher)

radio . . .

"𝓜mm,” she hummed as he sucked on her neck, leaving a small but telling bruise on her skin.

The man pulled away, grinning, his canines on full display as he admired his work, “That feel nice?”

Eyes still closed, she smiled back, nodding her head, “Mhm do it again.”

More than happy to oblige, her professor brushed his lips against her supple neck, leaving another love bite.

A shiver ran down her spine at the prickle of his jaw, but the kissing and licking remedied any discomfort. Y/n gasped, leaving goosebumps over Remus’ forearms.

“Very pretty indeed,” he licked his own lips this time, taking a sinful satisfaction in seeing his girl marked up.

They melted into each others gaze, their limbs softening into a mixing pot of student and teacher, man and girl.

“My turn,” the girl smirked, chewing on her bottom lip with a bratty look in her eye.

Slightly caught off guard by the suggestive comment but recovering in an instant, Lupin explored his cheek with his tongue - more than pleased to see how this goes…

“Yeah, why not? Give it a go, doll,” His boyish charm, of which he didn’t get to express in his youth, emerged with a passion, more than ready to make up for lost time.

Resting her hand on his knee as she leant over, her wispy lashes tickled his neck as she began to nibble at his clean but musky skin.

Lupin let out a silk-like mewl, tilting his head back to give her more access.

“Fuck, Doll, you marked me up good, hmm?” He ran his fingers over where she attacked his throat.

Without a reply she snogged him, hard, their tongues attempting to devour one another. Her hands settled on his hairy chest, as his roamed over her hips.

Very soon Remus took charge, groping her in places no professor should, as they fumbled about on his double bed. The sight of her red and puffy lips stirred something beneath his trousers.

He smacked her arse as the bell rang for lessons to begin, “Now go show those boys you’re off limits.”

. . . love bites

ps, listen with the music xoxo

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Edit: if anyone has any suggestions pls send me an ask <3

Remus fic is nearly done.. I’m thinking of poly!marauders or Wolfstar x reader smut next 👀

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Remus fic is nearly done.. I’m thinking of poly!marauders or Wolfstar x reader smut next 👀

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I’m obsessed

A/N: This is the ONLY TIME I'm going to write x reader content. I just wanted to see it done right once! Thank you and good bye.

tags: 18+, smut, threesome (m/m/f), dom Remus, wolfstar x reader (except wolfstar actually fuck in this), cum kink, loads of praising, edging, oral, anal, p in v, unprotected sex, double penetration. I also won't be held responsible for any anatomical mistakes in this one.

"He loves giving head so much," Remus groaned, happily grabbing onto Sirus' hair.

"Good for us, because he's fucking amazing at it," you grinned back, wraping your legs around Sirius' waist, pulling him deeper into you. Your mutual boyfriend whined around Remus' dick, grinding harder into you.

A moan escaped your lips before you could stop it. Sirius always got desperate. Every time. And every time you and Remus loved it. It was the perfect addition to his soft but dominant nature, and your submissive but cocky ways.

"Moon- Moony," you breathed, looking up to him. "Fuck him into me?" you sugested. Sirius moaned at the thought, letting his eyes fall shut.

"You like that, huh?" Remus smiled teasingly. "Do you want that?" Sirius nodded as much as he could in his position and halted his movements. Remus' own impatience was revealed as he pulled out of your boyfriend's mouth and quickly made his way behind him. 

Sirius kissed you greedily as Remus opened him up with his fingers. Eventually, he broke off to beg Remus for more. "Please, Moons, I'm ready. Please. Or I'll come right fucking now."

"You wouldn't dare," Remus grinned, softly kissing along his neck. "You're too much of a good boy."

"Such a good boy," you agreed, letting your fingers trail through his raven black hair while Remus pushed himself inside, shoving Sirius only deeper into you at the same time. All of you moaned in unison.

Remus didn't leave much time bevore he wrapped his arms around Sirius, grabbing onto yor hips and started fucking into the beautiful man between you. Sirius burried his face between your breasts, moaning and drawling over your skin, while sloppily moving between Remus' dick and your pussy.

You could feel all the focus it took Sirius not to come into you. "Please, Moony. Please, feels so-o good. She- she's so tight. And you're so b-big! Please let me come," he begged quietly before softly biting into your breast to silence a moan. Groaning, you let your fingers slide into his hair, trying to hold onto something.

Remus was the first to come that evening. His voice deepened into something animalistic while his hands dug deeper into your hips. He buried his teeth into Sirius' neck while spilling into him.

You loved them both and you knew they loved you as well but something inside you always grew just a little jealous when either of them got to take the other's cum while you stayed empty.

"Make her come for me," Remus ordered, pulling out of him and taking his place on the armchair next to your bed.

Sirius looked up hopefully "Do I get to-"

"Not yet. You know what you did, and you need to learn your lesson. Now make our beloved come. She deserves it." He gave you a fond look while lazily stroking along his cock.

Sirius whined, but obeyed. He had stolen some of Remus' chocolate a week before the full moon, and so the two of you had tortured him a little.

Sirius knew he wouldn't be able to obey the command if he kept going like this. He would inevitably come inside you. Your warmth always drove him crazy. Eventually, he flipped you both around, gently pulling out and guiding you toward his face.

You loved the feeling of his tongue. Always eager to draw those lovely moans from your throat. Your hips ground against his mouth, your hands gripped his silky black hair desperately. As always, you were careful to leave some air for him, but Sirius pulled you closer and closer onto him until you were sure he was only breathing you in.

Groaning, you let your head fall back, forcing your eyes to stay open and fixed on Remus, who was watching the two of you in utter bliss, hand moving steadily around his own cock.

He loved watching you two, and you loved being watched by him. The way his eyes trailed over every part of your body made you feel like the most desirable person in the entire world.

Remus watched closely as your moans got louder and your legs started shaking at the feeling of Sirius' cunning tongue inside of you. "'m gonna... fuck, gonna come," you muttered, eyes still on Remus, whose gentle strokes had turned into greedy thrusts into his own fist.

"Come for us. I want you to come all over his face," he ordered.

And who were you to disobey? You made a mess, coming into Sirius' mouth, who very gladly took it all.

Breathless, you relaxed, falling back onto Sirius' stomach. You only had to turn your head to see his painfully hard cock. Gently, you kissed along the whole length, making Sirius groan quietly.

"Can we let him come now? He's been such a good boy," you asked, looking up at Remus. Your boyfriend eyed Sirius suspiciously.

"Did you learn your lesson?" he asked calmly. Sirius nodded quickly.

"Promise. I promise I won't do it again," he insisted. Remus hesitated for a second before nodding and turning to you.

"You didn't get filled up yet, did you?"

"No, I didn't," you agreed, trying to look as innocently as possible.

"I'm sorry, baby. We'll make it up to you right now." He gently traced over your bottom lip before placing a gentle kiss on your forehead. A shiver ran down your back at the words. "Think you can take both of us?" he asked softly.

You hesitated but eventually nodded. The thought of it was way better than the fear of the pain. "I can take it," you whispered.

"Our perfect, good girl," Remus answered, pride swelling in his voice. The three of you had trained each other, watched the others grow more confident in their desires, becoming more and more comfortable around each other. Now, you had reached the point where you trusted each other with anything.

Gently, Remus guided you forward into Sirius' arms "We're gonna fill you up now. We're gonna fill you to the brim."

"Thank you, Moony. Thank you-" You were interrupted as Sirius pushed himself inside of you once again, pulling you closer.

Remus only gave you a few seconds to adjust before he fit himself between your legs. All three of you let out loud moans as Remus squeezed himself into you, stretching you almost completely.

Never before had you felt so completely full. It was heavenly.

"Fuck, you feel so fucking good. I love being inside," Remus whispered into your ear, kissing along your neck.

"Please, Moony, just start," Sirius whined beneath you, earning a chuckle from Remus. You were way too overwhelmed to speak.

"I love it when he gets so pathetic," Remus grinned before thrusting into you once, making you scream, tears leaking from your eyes. "Both of you," he added, stroking your back once before taking one of Sirius' hands and kissing it softly. "Keep up with me," he ordered, before starting to move.

It only took a few seconds until you were moaning from the top of your lungs, Remus' rough groans in your ear. Your hands gripped Sirius' shoulders, leaving scratch marks on the soft, light skin. You could feel both of them move in unsteady rhythms inside of you, doing their best not to hurt you while also pleasing you.

It was too much. Both of them at once... It was too much of everything, and you loved every single second of it.

Remus grabbed your hips to keep you steady while him and Sirius shoved their hips against yours; cursing and moaning while you squeezed their dicks some more with every little movement.

At some point, you completely blocked their noises out, only focusing on the feeling and the building orgasm.

Remus praised you soflty, working you through your second high, while Sirius was cursing, thrusts getting more and more sloppy with each of Remus' movements until he was just lying under you, holding you tight while your boyfriend fucked both your brains out.

You didn't need long before your legs started shaking violently from the overstimulation, and you were nothing more than a whimpering mess of tears.

Remus leaned past you to kiss Sirius. "We come together. Gonna fill her up so beautifully, gonna fuck our cum into her," he ordered softly. "She's gonna look so pretty with our cum." Only the thought made Remus moan a little louder and fuck into you a little harder.

You were a moaning, sweating mess when the boys both finally spilled their hot cum into you, making you lose it for the third time today.

Greedily, you took every last drop, sinking your head back against Remus' shoulder. He held you tight as his hips stuttered against you a few times before finally halting.

"You were so good, baby. Taking our cocks like that. You're perfect," he praised you quietly.

Sirius softly stroked over your leg, looking up at you with wonder in his eyes.

[radient-ravenclaw]

Hello, do you accept draco and reader oneshot? If yes can I request one?

So draco nearly went into azkaban after the battle. But during draco and the malfoys trial, the reader who was currently an auror and a ravenclaw halfblood and a best friend of neville, luna and the golden trio testified for draco and his mother. She told the court how draco and narcissa didnt participate in the death eater’s army. Draco and narcissa got freed and years later, draco and reader could be seen taking their children to platform 9 3/4.

Hii yes I write for Draco!! Thank you for the request this one sounds so fun to write.

I apologise i didn’t include everything in the ask but I did my best with my current schedule <3

Pick up the pieces (Draco x reader One-Shot)

It felt like a lifetime had passed.

Here you sat, in the dark, rounded courtroom. Everyone was silent as the ministry spoke amongst themselves.

You were an auror, it was your job to investigate dark wizards, bringing justice to your people; but not this. You couldn’t bring yourself to let anything bad happen to the man currently being prosecuted:

Draco Malfoy.

He was just a kid when the battle unravelled, you thought, just a teenager who wanted to stay safe in an unsafe environment.

It wasn’t his fault.

You stood up without thinking, just like a reflex. “He’s not guilty!” You practically cried, “Draco isn’t guilty, and neither is his mother.” The court looked at you like you were crazy.

“Yes, but have you found any proof?” Fudge looked at her with disgust.

You opened your files, showcasing your work as an auror. “Look,” you pointed, “My entire career is to investigate and turn in dark wizards.. but I couldn’t find anything on Sir Malfoy’s wife and son.”

They peered at your files with silent debate and after much discussion and a round of questioning, they decided to let them go free.

You sighed a heavy sigh of relief.

Draco came to find you after the hearing, nearly bursting out in tears from the shock and trauma. You were expecting a hand shake or a nod.. he gave you a hug. A big bear hug like he was holding on for dear life, “Thank you so much.” He nearly sobbed into you.

All you could do was hold him tight, your heart silently breaking for the poor man, “I’m just doing my job Draco.” She softened.

. ••••

“Bye honey!” You called, waving as the Hogwarts train left platform 9 1/3. Looking at your now husband lovingly, you kissed his cheek, “Where did the time go, hey?”

“You can say that again.” Draco reciprocated your smile, grabbing your hand to hold tightly as you both watched the train head off for your little ones to start their life of witchcraft and wizardry.

You nudged Draco playfully, “let’s hope it’s not so messy this time, darling.”

A proud grin made its way onto his face, “Even if so, we’ll be there to pick up the pieces.”

[radient-ravenclaw]

ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys 😵‍💫

Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)

Cw for free use/advanced consent

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You’re alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching you’re favourite movie. It’s the middle of the day, so you’re the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.

Now, let’s not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they don’t have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what you’re doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldn’t wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldn’t touch yourself before asking for their help first.

Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see it’s only Remus. Once he determines you’re not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesn’t say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.

“Rem! You’re home early,” you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesn’t matter so long as he’s home. He makes a noncommital ‘hmph’ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.

“Shush,” he grunts, but he doesn’t really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, “boys’ll be home soon, wanna have you first,”

You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.

You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesn’t slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesn’t take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.

You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you don’t, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.

“Shh, sweetheart,” he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, “boys’re home, gotta make sure they don’t take my girl, huh?”

You don’t respond. You can’t, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remus’ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.

“Told you he’d get home first,” he jabs his elbow into James’ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.

“Your fault really, Pads,” he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, “the boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,”

“I was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moony’s a stinkin cheater,” the boy in question doesn’t pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.

“Rem!” You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that he’s close, and thank goodness for that because you’re getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, it’s best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.

“Who’s it gonna be next, love?” James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isn’t just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where it’s all three boys, theres never a time where he isn’t practically forcing his cock into you.

There’s no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.

Sirius goes to tug you from Remus’ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.

“Rem, honey, share,” you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, “can I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,”

All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.

[radient-ravenclaw]

Should I write a fic with Remus speaking Welsh (as a fluent welsh speaker) <3

[radient-ravenclaw]

I’m in the mood to do some straight to the point filth with my favourite so enjoy <3

Warnings: Smut, NSFW 18+ MINORS DNI, swearing, morning sex

‘The Best Mornings’ (Gilderoy Lockhart x fem!reader Smut)

Sunlight spilled into the room as you slowly woke up, still half asleep from the previous night. You wanted to fall back asleep until you felt your husband’s arm around your waist, pulling you into him.

“Good morning, my love,” he sang in your ear, pressing kisses up your neck. You couldn’t help but grind back into him, “Morning Gil.”

“Eager are we?” He chuckled, moving his hips to match your pace as the two of you practically dry humped each other.

“You know I can’t resist you in the morning, baby.” You said as you turned around, capturing him in a deep kiss.

Lockhart hurriedly took off his own underwear before slowly, yet excitedly slipping you out of yours, “Fuck, you’re so beautiful dove.”

You couldn’t help but feel flustered, wrapping your hand around his length under the covers, pumping him a few times.

Gilderoy’s head fell back with a few groans of satisfaction, “God, darling.. fuck that’s a good girl.”

He proceeded to climb on top of you, inserting himself, kissing you until he bottomed out. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist with a delighted moan.

Lockhart leant his head down by your ear pressing more kisses to your skin, “Mm.. that feel good baby?” He teased, a hint of dominance snaked through his voice.

All you could muster out was a filthy moan as he began to move his hips, “Oh darling..” he chuckled darkly, “I’ve not even done much and you’re already such a mess f’me.”

“Gil please,” you whined, clawing at his shoulder blades, “faster.” Gilderoy did has you wished, speeding up his pace until he was hitting your sweet spot over and over; grabbing your hips so tight you were sure it would leave a bruise.

The way he caused you to arch your back and cry out his name was heavenly as you came undone underneath him.

Lockhart groaned deeply as you tightened around him, “That’s it baby, just like that.. good girl.” He praised, making sure you both felt good. He had hit his climax not long after, pulling out gently.

“There we go darling,” he panted as he held you close to his chest, “so good f’me, huh?”

You nodded against his chest, eyes fluttering closed, “Love you, Gil.” Gilderoy kissed the crown of your head, reciprocating the affection.

This was definitely one of the best mornings he’d had in a while.

[radient-ravenclaw]

Harry Potter Masterlist

•Unwell- Gilderoy Lockhart x fem!reader (fluff)

•The Best Mornings- Gilderoy Lockhart x fem!reader (Smut 18+)

•Lovesick!George Weasley Headcanons (Gn!reader, fluff)

•Pick up the Pieces- Draco Malfoy x reader one shot

•Lleuad yr nôs- Remus Lupin x Welsh!reader (fluff)