#maraduers smut

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x slytherin!fem!reader

Summary: When your "friends" play a dangerously stupid prank on you, James is the last person you'd think would help you.

Genre: Fluff, hurt and comfort <3

Warning: swearing, mentions of being drugged/drunk, violence, mentions of blood, protective!James

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

When James sees you walk into the classroom with an unusually cheery smile, he can't look away.

"Sirius," he pauses and leans in closer to his friend, "does she look unwell to you?" James whispers, clearly concerned for you. Sirius lets his chin rest on his palms as he looks over at you nonchalantly.

You almost trip on your shoe-laces as you make your way to your desk and you laugh a little too loudly, but only James seems to notice that particular detail.

"Y/l/n? She seems quite happy to me," Sirius's smirk is heard in his voice but James doesn't look amused. 

"No, something's wrong. She's usually quiet and she," he doesn't finish his sentence when he sees your friends in the corner of the classroom.

Some of them look as concerned as he is while most hide smiles and snickers behind their hands as they look at you. James's eyes bounce back to you and his frown deepens. Something is wrong. Instantly, he's on his feet.

"Prongs!?" Sirius sounds surprised but it's no use trying to stop him because James is already on his way to you.

Just as you raise your arm to run a hand in your – already annoyed – desk partner's hair, James quickly swoops in and catches your wrist. You pause and when you turn your head to look at him, your smile widens. 

"Potter!" you slur.

James can be an idiot sometimes, but he does know you're not drunk. He's never seen you drink. You look dizzy and he comes to the conclusion you must be under the influence of some kind of spell. He looks you over and sees the nasty cut on your knee. Anger bubbles in his stomach as he remembers how your friends somehow found this all incredibly funny. 

You tilt your head at him slightly and say, "You have pretty eyes, did you know that?" you smile a smile James usually loves and was never directed at him before, but by now the entire classroom has their eyes on you and, because he knows you would hate all this unnecessary attention, James helps you stand.

You let out a breathy giggle when his hands find your waist and hold you steady.  

"What are you doing?" a shrill voice asks from behind him and James clenches his jaw. He turns around. It's one of your friends. She's also in Slytherin and as hard as he tries, James can't remember her name.

"Helping your friend," he says blankly, "She seems a little out of it, doesn't she?"

"She's fine," your friend rolls her and tucks her dark hair behind her ear. "Aren't you, Y/n?" she asks you with a faint smirk.

Your body sways and James's arms move from your waist and swoops around you to hold under your armpits. "I'm okay — y-yeah, I'm okay. I feel better than fine," You mutter, eyelids fluttering slightly as you giggle at his touch.

James isn't at all convinced you're okay. 

Your friend's cruel smirk and the mystery of how you've bruised your knee leaves a bitter taste in his mouth.

"She's bleeding," he states as calmly as he can. 

"She's just clumsy." 

"She's obviously been hexed or something," James narrows his eyes.

Your friend laughs at his accusatory tone. "What? And you think I did it?"

"Yeah, actually, I do."

At this point, it's obvious you aren't paying attention to their argument as you start to play with James's collar. His cheeks flush pink as your hair skims his chin and the smell of your shampoo fills the air.

"Well if you won't tell me what happened to her, then I'll find out myself," he says and his hand moves to hold yours. "Come on," he whispers sweetly and you let him lead you out of the classroom.

James is extremely careful with you. He makes sure you don't trip in the hallway, or run into any doors and walls, and more importantly he stays with you when the nurse comes to make sure you're okay.

He leans over the hospital bed as his hand hover over your knee as he asks, "What's happened to her?" 

"Veritaserum," the nurse says as she presses her palm on your forehead. 

"The truth serum?" James is confused. "Doesn't that make someone tell the truth? Why would it make her act so," he turns his head to look at you and conflicting emotions creates what feels like an empty pit in his stomach. You look so beautiful with your eyes blown wide as you glance around the room. "So ditzy?" he finishes in an endeared whisper.

"It isn't uncommon as everyone can have different reactions," The nurse explains as she gently inspects your knee, "I think whoever made this potion must not be particularly skilled."

James clenches his fist around his cloak and tries to remind himself that you probably wouldn't want him to beat up your so-called-friends.

"What's happening to me?" your voice comes out strained as you try and focus on their conversation as you catch on to their confused faces. 

"Nothing, honey, you're fine. Your friend was worried and he," 

You interrupt her, "James Potter? Oh, he isn't my friend." You look up at James and his smile disappears. He's embarrassed as he searches your face for any indication that you're joking but clearly you aren't because you ask him. "Potter, do you even know my name?" You sound serious.

James hesitates to answer, "Of course I know your name, Y/n," he finally admits.

He doesn't expect your eyes to light up but they do and you turn to the nurse, "He does know my name," you whisper with a smile.

James's heart swells at how happy you seem and he smirks a little. Amused, the nurse lets you continue, "You'know," you lean in closer and mutter just loud enough for James to hear without you knowing, "I really like him."

Surprised, his heart jumps and the nurse panics as he quickly shuts you up. "Alright honey, let's clean up this nasty little wound and then wait for the potion to pass, ok?" you nod and focus on her as she waves her wand across your knee and the cut disappears. 

Once she's done, the nurse turns to James and says, "I know you must be curious, Potter, but I think Y/l/n should be alone while she recovers," the nurse turns to you again and looks at you sympathetically.

"He can stay!" you insist, "I want him to stay."

James looks into your eyes and he wonders how he can even think of disappointing you.

But, when he looks at the nurse again his heart sinks. He can't stay, he knows he can't. It would be unfair. You deserve to keep your secrets — all those feelings you wouldn't share with him normally — hidden away in your pretty little head. 

James knows he can't take those away from you so he nods, stuffs his hands in his pockets, and sends you a lopsided smile. "I'll see you around, mmh?" 

He leaves before he can focus on the way you called his name because if he does, he knows he'd feel compelled to rush back in and stay by your side. On his way back to the classroom, he can't help but smile as he remembers your words. Only, his smile disappears the moment he hears your friends in the hallway. 

James stops in front of them and they do the same. The girl from earlier crosses her arms. "What's your issue, Potter?" she snarls, "Where's Y/n?"

James refuses to answer her question. "You gave her the Veritaserum, didn't you?" he accuses and some of your friend's squirm guiltily. The dark-haired girl just smirks.

"So what if we did? She isn't dying, is she? It was funny," she turns to your other friends with a grin and they nod meekly. "You should have seen her stumbling around, she wasn't even fazed when she fell and scraped her knee on the cobblestones. It was hilarious," she continues.

James's face burns from the points of his ears to his cheeks. "Hilarious?!" he repeats, his voice stern, "What kind of friends find it funny when their friend hurts themselves? She didn't know about the Veritaserum, did she?" 

The girl shakes her head but one of your other friends interrupts. He's a tall, lanky Slytherin with icy blue eyes and vibrant auburn hair.

"Of course she didn't know, Potter. It wouldn't be as fun if she did. I would think you would understand," he admits with a grin.

James's hands shake as he stares at your friend rambling. The boy only chuckles and turns to his friends, amused, as he taunts, "Slipped the potion in her drink myself this morning."

He doesn't finish his sentence as James punches him. He stumbles back into the girls, cupping his hands around his nose, as they shriek in surprise. James shakes his hand out a little and narrows his eyes. "You don't spike someone's drink, asshole. And don't fucking insinuate I would ever do something like that to anyone!"

"What the fuck? Why do you even care?" The boy hisses as one girl holds his shoulder and tends to him. "You're crazy." 

And sure, maybe James was crazy but he won't tolerate someone hurting you. 

Ever. 

* * *

"James, just give the poor girl some space," Remus sighs as he tries to concentrate on his essay. "She's gone through enough these last few days. Haven't you heard the rumors going around? They're brutal."

James resists the scream that bubbles in his throat. "I know. I know. I just want to be there for her," he whines and Sirius wraps his arm around his shoulder.

"You'll just make things worse," Sirius says, "Last rumor I heard is that she faked it all for your attention." 

James clenches his jaw. "How would I make this worse? It's all so fucking cruel, Pads. She's all alone," his heart has been slowly breaking whenever he thinks of you sobbing in your dorm or sitting alone during your classes and meals. 

He shuts his eyes a moment and then sits up abruptly and says, "I know what to do."

Remus looks up and with a worried expression, his eyes widen. "Prongs," he starts but James is already standing. "Sirius! Don't let him leave!" Remus insists but it's too late because their friend is already out the Common Room door. 

When James enters the Great Hall, he pauses and searches for you. He sees you sitting alone and he becomes so angry he can't think normally.

He storms up to the Slytherin table and jumps on top of it. Some cutlery and food falls to the floor and students turn their heads. James just clears his throat, making a show as he stumbles on his feet. 

If everyone wants to gossip about something, they can gossip about this. 

With a grin, he spreads his arms and shouts, "Can I have everyone's attention?" The Great Hall turns silent and James struts down the table until he's much closer to you. You feel your cheeks heat up and you hold your breath.

Remus and Sirius run into the Great Hall, calling James's name but it's too late because James is now standing in front of you as he holds out his hand. "Y/n, will you go out with me?" He asks, his voice loud and calm.

Whispers break out as your heart thumps in your chest. You look into James's eyes, searching them and when you reluctantly take his hand he nods a little and pulls you up onto the table with him. 

Quickly, he pulls you closer and then whispers in your ear, "Say no. Trust me." 

Your frown deepens but the words leave you without thinking, "No?" 

James smirks and just subtle enough for no one to see, he kisses your cheek and pulls you away from him. Dramatically, he stumbles backwards and covers his heart. "Ow, you're killing me here, love. What will I do without you?"

If you didn't know he had just asked you to reject him, you would think he sounds genuinely hurt. As he stumbles, he trips on someone's glass and with a loud crash, he falls to the ground.

Students gasp loudly and so do you as you cover your mouth with your hands and rush to the edge of the table and peer down at him. When you see him sitting on the ground he suddenly blows a kiss up to you, a small paper bird flutters up to you and then turns into rose petals.

Your eyes widen and you can't help but laugh when James continues to make a scene and the petals fall in your hair. "You're breaking my heart, darling. Criminal," James whispers and winks dramatically. 

"James Potter, detention. Now," McGonagall's voice booms and when James sees you hide a smile behind your hand, he smiles too.

A while later, as James sweeps up McGonagall's classroom floor, all he can think of is your happy smile.

"James?" Your voice interrupts his memory and he jumps a little, turning towards the door. You stand in the doorway, a flustered look on your face as you hesitate to come inside. James drops the broom and rushes over to you. 

His knuckles hover over your cheek as he says, "Y/n, are you okay?"

Your eyes widen and you touch his hand. Gently, you pull it down to his side again as you whisper and ask, "What was that all about?"

James searches your face for anger. "I wanted to take the embarrassment off of you. You don't deserve anything that's been happening to you, love. None of it is your fault."

You look at him more seriously. "Yeah, it's been a little hard but I can handle the teasing. You shouldn't have done that," you say and James's heart clenches in his chest. 

"I'm sorry if I upset you, Y/n. I just wanted,"

You interrupt him, "No. I mean you shouldn't have asked me to say no," you pause and look up at him, "unless, you don't actually want to go out with me. But, I know you know how I feel about you and I,"

Your sentence dies and you don't know what else to say. 

James's expression softens. You look up at him, almost pleading with him, "Please don't make me repeat what I said in the Hospital Wing. It's so embarrassing, and I know you heard me. I wasn't exactly quiet."

James smirks. "When you said you like me?" he holds up his finger and pretends to ponder, "No I'm sorry, you really like me," his smile widens as he looks at you. You feel warmth in your cheeks and look away.

"Yeah, that."

"Well, I really like you too."

Your eyes widen and you look up at him. James uses his thumb to lift your chin. You realize how close your body is to his and your breath hitches in your throat. James's hand moves to your cheek, caressing it softly as you whisper, "You do?"

James lets out a breathy chuckle. "Of course I do. You're beautiful, kind, incredibly smart it's annoying," his eyes are full of admiration, "What's there not to like, darlin'?"

You frown, glancing quickly at the emblem stitched onto my robes and then you look at him again. "But, I'm a Slytherin. I didn't even think you ever knew who I was until last week. We've never really talked."

James's smile falters and his thumb moves behind your ear as he holds your cheek. "That's my fault. I should have said something sooner but with my reputation and all," he looks away, his face twisted in shame, "I didn't want to scare you away."

You see the sincerity in his eyes but ask wearily, "So it doesn't bother you?" 

"That you're in Slytherin?" James smiles a little. "No, it doesn't, love. I don't care. I've seen how you are and I think you're absolutely lovely," he catches himself, "I mean, I'm not saying Slytherin's aren't lovely,"

You shut him up with a kiss. It's confident and startling but James doesn't complain. He simply pulls you in closer and lets his mouth explore yours with a passion he didn't know he had. He didn't know how starved he was of your taste until now.

Fuck, he's fucked. 

You pull away, lips wet and stare at him. "Sorry," you mutter.

"Sorry?" James frowns and leans in to kiss you again, "Don't you dare be sorry. Just kiss me," his words leave you a mush in his arms and you're happy for his hand around your back because otherwise you would fall over. 

When he finally disconnects your lips, he leans his forehead on yours and whispers what he'd been thinking, "You'll kill me, love."

You smile and hold his arm. "Thanks for saving me by the way, when I was under the potion," you say. 

James leans away and studies your soft expression with a small smile. "I'd be an asshole not to help you. I didn't want to see you get hurt." 

"Still, if you hadn't seen that something was wrong I don't know what would have happened."

"Nothing would have happened because I was there," James insists and kisses your forehead, "I'll always be there." He adds in a whisper into your hair.

It's only for him to hear. He doesn't want to just tell you he's there for you, instead he wants to show you. Everyday.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Sirius, after catching Regulus and James snogging: This is incest!

James: No, it’s not!

Sirius: Yes, it is!

Regulus: We’re not related!

Sirius: And that makes it okay?

Regulus: Well, it makes it not incest!

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[bitchyycapricorn]

Pathetic

Remus Lupin x Pureblood! Reader

Masterlist

Wordcount: 2.7K

Synopsis: “Bite me Lupin.” You challenge, raising your head to look into his amber eyes.

Remus smirks, leaning down into your ear. “I’m going to fuck the pure-blood out of you.” He growls.

“Do it then.” You snap back, feeling Remus’s hand on your bare thigh.

“I’m going to ruin you.”

Warnings: Smut!, enemies to lovers trope, angst, cursing, P in V, fingering

AN: lightly edited

It was your glare that caught Remus’s attention. The way your eyes narrowed the moment the two of you made eye contact. You sat across the hall at the Slytherin table, chatting with your friends and poking your food with a fork that some idiot let you have. Remus didn’t trust that you wouldn’t stand up at any given moment and come stab him in the neck with it. He had every right to not trust you with sharp objects of course, since the moment your eyes locked with the brown haired boy you couldn’t help but think about dragging the fork down his throat and watching his filthy half-blood self beg for his life.

“You’re staring Lupin.” You taunt from across the room.

“Well clearly so are you L/N.” Remus counters proudly. He sat up a little more in his seat as a smirk fixes on his face.

“Yes well,” you smile, “I was just wondering how your whore of a muggle mother was doing. Still spreading her legs in hopes for something magical?” Your voice was dripping with venom as you mock Remus’s family life.

Remus clench’s his jaw, his hand bawling into a fist of rage . “You-“

“She’s not worth it mate,” James mutters, pulling his friends attention away from your proud face. Remus knew they were right, there was no point in arguing with you again. You always seem to win after all. No matter how many times they call you out for you skewed views on blood status, you always manage to shoot back with how at least your family loves you because you weren’t some blood-traitor or half-blood freak. At that point the boys would accept there was just no changing your views on these matters.

To make things even worse, you were a favorite in the Slytherin house. Many of the student’s believe you’ll be the next heir of Slytherin after all, between your family status and that fact you were a parselmouth. These factors made it nearly impossible for the boys to ever get back at you for your snarky remarks. The whole house would be up in arms defending you, and you’d just set a snake on poor defenseless Peter again. Remus backs down from the fight, looking back at his plate and resuming his eating. You sat proudly with your friends, laughing about how pathetic Remus was, not even standing up for his own mother. Laughter fills the Slytherin table until everyone is dismissed to go back to class.

+++

Remus was back in the library for the third time that day. It’s been a few days since the lunch table incident and Remus found the only way he could escape your taunting was by hiding deep in the bookcases of the library. He was enjoying hiding behind a bookcase and reading up on the new D.A.D material that was assigned when a figure turns the corner and bump into him.

“Ugh. Seriously?” You huff as you gather your books back into your arms. “Watch were you’re standing loony Lupin. God, you’re such a menace you know that?” You grumble.

Remus startles at your sudden presence, feeling the color drain from his face as his eyes met yours. “I was here first,” he squeaks out. A blush spreads across his face while his eyes search for an escape route.

“You think I care if you were here first? A filthy, disgusting, half-blood like you shouldn’t even be standing in my presence, let alone in my way while I’m trying to retrieve my books.” You spit. Your face was bright red as you push past Remus’s frozen body. He could feel every ounce of dignity he had left leave him in that moment.

“You don’t have to be such a bitch you know.” He mutters under his breath as he begins to leave.

Your head snaps in his direction as a scowl spreads across your face “Excuse me?”

Remus turns to face you, attempting to stand a little straighter in the process. “You heard me. I said, you don’t have to be such a bitch.”

Your body was shaking with rage, ‘how dare such an inferior half-blood speak to me in such a manner’ you thought as you clench your jaw. “Say that shit again, I dare you.” Your voice was sharp like a blade threatening to cut Remus open. He winces, backing up slightly.

“We both know its true. You are a bitch. A pure-bloo-“ Remus couldn’t finish his sentence before he was being thrown back into the bookshelf. Your body slamming against his roughly, books falling as you and Remus make impact with the shelf behind him.

“You think I’m a bitch? I’ll show you bitch.” You seethe, your first bawling around his now disheveled robes. “Fuck you Remus Lupin.”

“Fuck me?” Remus growls back. You pause for a moment at his words.

“You want me to what?” You tease, a small laugh escaping your lips.

“Shit. No that’s not what I-“ Remus groans, feeling you release him from your grip.

You back away from Remus, your eyes scanning his body up and down in the process. His back was still pressed up against the bookshelf, his hair is messed up and his robe was thrown open. Your eyes lock on his very obvious boner, causing your face to flush an even brighter red.

“You’re fucking disgusting Lupin.” You grumble, grabbing your books from the table and walking away.

+++

It had been a week since you saw Remus in the library, you were avoiding him at all cost. You’d never admit it, not even to yourself, that you were highly attracted to the scarred Gryffindor boy. Something about him made your knees weak and your body feel like it was on fire. You knew it would never matter how hot and bothered Remus made you, your family would kill him on sight if it weren’t a crime. So you held your head high and made his life a living hell.

The bell rang, dismissing everyone from their classes for the day. You gather your potions books and watch as students file out of the classroom. Professor Slughorn wishes you a good rest of your day as he exits the classroom as well, leaving you alone.

You continue to gather your books and put away your materials until you hear the door slam shut. You look up to see the Marauders on the other side casting a blood lock spell on the door. Your heart drops as you realize you’re trapped in the potions room until either Slughorn returns after supper, or until tomorrow morning. “Bloody hell,” you mutter, slamming your book on to the table.

“Really? You’re mad? They accident left me in here with you.” Remus grumbles as he appears from behind the far wall of the classroom holding some extra ingredients that were reserved only for the upper class potion students.

“Of course I’m stuck in here with the freak.” You groan, glaring at Remus as he approaches your table. “You know, nobody likes a scarred freak. Obnoxiously tall and built and…fuck” you mumble turning your head away from Remus realizing that if you keep talking you’ll only embarrass yourself.

“Tall and built? Didn’t know you had the capability of complimenting someone.” Remus teases, a sudden surge of confidence coursing though him as he continues to walk towards you.

“Fuck off Lupin, you’re the one who said you wanted to fuck me the other day.” A blush spreads across your face as the words leave your mouth. You can still vividly remember just how hot Remus looked pushed up against the bookshelf. The way his hair was a mess and his robes hanging off his perfect body.

“I did say that didn’t I? Also, I want you to know I’m not any happier about being stuck with you L/N. You’re an obnoxious stuck up brat.” Remus tosses his ingredients onto the table before turning to face you. “All you do is bitch. Complaining about others not being ‘good enough’ because they aren’t some snobby pure-bloods. You think you’re so much better than everyone else is that it?” Remus teases as he pins you between himself and the empty table behind you.

“Bite me Lupin.” You challenge, raising your head to look into his amber eyes.

Remus smirks, leaning down into your ear. “I’m going to fuck the pure-blood out of you.” He growls.

“Do it then.” You snap back, feeling Remus’s hand on your bare thigh.

“I’m going to ruin you.” Remus taunts, his hand sliding up your thigh now. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re nothing more than a pathetic mess underneath me. Begging me to keep going, to keep ruining your perfect little pure-blood self.”

You let out a groan, hands gripping the table behind you. His hand burns your skin as it travels further up your skirt, the heat traveling all the way up your body and leaving a pool in your underwear.

“You like the sound of that don’t you Y/N? You want a half-blood to fuck you, don’t you? What would daddy say if he saw you like this? Hot and flustered for me.” Remus presses a rough kiss to your neck, biting down on the tender skin.

“I-“ you let out a moan, pushing your body up against Remus’s.

“Use your words.” Remus’s hot breath hits your neck and sends a shiver down your spine.

“Yes Remus, I want you to fuck me. I want you to ruin me, please.” You moan as Remus hand slides your now soaking underwear to the side.

“Look at you, such a good girl using her words.” Remus teases as his middle and ring finger slide into your hot cunt. You throw your head back at the feeling. Your hips jerk forward, rocking ever so slightly on Remus’s fingers. Remus slowly pulled his fingers out of you before pushing them back in. You let out another series of moans as you rock your hips desperately.

“Remus please,” you beg as his fingers slide in and out of you.

“Please what?” Remus groans, his fingers getting faster.

Your voice is barley as whisper “Fuck me, please.” You moan.

“I can’t hear you clearly….” He says teasingly, pulling away from your body slightly. “Just say it louder, and more clearly so I can hear you love…” He whispers into your ear with a smirk on his face.

“Remus please,” you beg.

"Please... what my love? Please tell me what you want." His voice is dark and teasing now.

“I want you to fuck me” you whimper.

His smile widens, his eyes fill with lust as he takes you in. He pulls you closer, his fingers fucking you mercilessly, he whispers into your ear once again. “I can't hear you my love..."

“Fuck you Remus. Fuck me please,” you cry, moving your hands from the table to grab onto his Gryffindor robes.

Remus smiles, his eyes fixing on yours. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” He spoke as he kisses down your neck. “You want me to fuck you? Is that what you want.. My love?”

”Yes Remus, please. I need you please” tears brim the bottom of your eyes as Remus’s finger continue to slide in and out of you roughly.

"As you wish my love..." He pulls away from your neck and connects your lips passionately. His fingers curling inside your aching cunt, never slowing for a second. "I'm going to fuck you until you can’t stand anymore..." Remus pulls away from you, removing his fingers completely. Your eyes go wide in a confusion. You felt so empty without Remus’s fingers inside of your, or his body pressing against yours. You watch as Remus loosens the tie around his neck, pulling it over his head. He begins to shed his robes, his undershirt coming of next. You pause, admiring how toned his chest was, and the way light pink scars litter his chest and abdomen. “Quit staring and start stripping love,” Remus smirks as he pulls off his trousers.

“Shut it,” you grumble, loosening your tie as well before pulling it off completely. You follow his lead, stripping yourself completely naked. Your eyes meet his again before he pushes you up and onto the table. Your legs are quick to straddle Remus’s hips, pulling him closer as his lips attack yours hungrily.

“I’ve wanted you for so bloody long,” Remus groans, lining himself up at your entrance. His cock just barley enters you when a cry of pleasure escapes your throat. You bite down onto his shoulder harshly, trying to quiet yourself as Remus fully enters your aching cunt. His warm skin pressing against yours as his hips snap back and forth. His hands travel under your ass squeezing roughly as he lifts you off the table so he could thrust up into you.

Another cry escapes your lips as Remus helps guide you up and down his hard cock. You feel your whole body shaking as he pound up into you. His lips just barley ghosting kisses over the skin of your neck and shoulders, leaving a hot burning sensation spreading all throughout your body. Throwing your arms around his neck your fingers find their way to his hair, gently tugging on the fluffy brown strands.

A string of moans fall from your swollen lips at the feeling of Remus inside you. You could feel every inch of him as he fucks you senseless. Your mind is hazy as the world around you seems to disappear. The only thing your mind can register is the feeling of his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your walls contracting around him as he hits all the right spots deep within you.

“Fuck Y/N,” Remus moans, setting you back down on the table. Remus pulls out of you slowly before pulling you off the table and flipping you around.

“Oh my..uh,” you let out a whimper as your body presses against the cold table. Remus pushes into you from behind, placing one hand on your lower back and the other on your hips. His thrusts pick up again as he slams into you from behind. Small moans and whimpers escape your lips as your body is pushed up and down against the table. Remus’s thrusts are hard and forceful, pushing deeper and deeper into you each time. Groaning, Remus digs his fingers into your hip, leaving little red marks from the force.

“I’m close,” Remus groans, pounding into you with more force than before. “I’m going to fill you up, ruin you like you deserve to be ruined.” You let out another cry at his words, placing your cheek against the cool table, submitting to Remus completely. Within a few more thrusts you can feel Remus twitch cock twitching inside you. Letting out a grunt, he finishes in you, pushing himself as deep as he possibly can. “Fuck,” Remus heaves before picking his thrusts back up.

“Fuck-oh Remus!” You moan as his hand travels down your back and the inside of your leg. His fingers dance across your heat before dipping between your folds so he can rub your clit. The sensation sends waves of pleasure coursing through your body as your cunt squeezes around his still throbbing cock. “Remus please don’t stop,” you beg, feeling your orgasm approaching quickly. Remus keeps up his thrusts as his fingers toy with your clit, making you cry out with pleasure. “Remus I’m-I’m” you sputter felling the coil in your stomach snap as your orgasm washes over you.

Remus lets out another grunt, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he pushes deep into you before cumming in you for a second time.

“Fuck,” He sighs, pulling out of your limp body. You let out a small moan in response, too fucked out to respond properly. Remus ran his finger down your spine slowly, a grin spreading across his beautiful lips. “You’re so pretty when you’re not being a total bitch.” He laughs.

A dry laugh escapes your lips as you find your strength to sit up. “And I suppose you’re pretty hot for a half-blood freak.” A teasing smile settles on your lips as you stand to face him.

“Fucking pure-blood,” Remus mutters, placing his hand on your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss.

You pull away for a moment to smile at him, “your pure-blood now dumbass,” you smirk, connecting your lips with his once again.

Remus laughs against you lips before mumbling “what’s daddy going to think?”

You shake your head, still pressing kisses to his lips as he talks. “Just shut up and kiss me Lupin.”

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[quindolyn]

Yes, Sir || Remus Lupin

Request: If you’re comfortable writing it could you maybe write a Remus smut where he’s really playing into a size kink and just man handling and throwing you where he wants you? -anon

Word Count: 4410

Notes: Agh! This is my first time writing full fledged smut, I hope you enjoy it. @st0nesnglitter proof read it for me, I couldn’t bring myself to read it again so I attribute all errors to her 

Warnings: Smut, degradtion, size kink, thigh riding, sir kink, professor/student relationship, poorly written, openended cop out

Masterlist

You were lying on your stomach, sprawled along Remus’ king size, four poster bed, face pressed up against a random book you’d plucked from his extensive collection, most of which appeared to have been swiped from the library during his time at Hogwarts. You were sure the book was interesting enough but you could barely focus on it, you’d been waiting for Remus in his bedroom for at least a few hours whilst he was downstairs in his office finishing up grading assignments from his 4th years. 

But it was getting late, and you wanted Remmy. Not allowing yourself to talk yourself out of what you were about to do you pushed your body off the plush mattress, not bothering to straighten out the bedding, if things went your way it’d be in vain.

You took a double take as you passed the floor length mirror. Examining your appearance you noticed your hair was mussed from lounging about his bed trying to find a comfortable reading position. Your uniform shirt was rolled up to your elbows with the top couple of buttons undone to reveal a healthy amount of cleavage accompanied by a glimpse of the white lace of your bra. Your skirt had ridden up dangerously high, the white material of your panties peeking out from the hem of the pretty much useless piece of clothing. You’d already abandoned your thigh highs, leaving your legs enticingly bare. A smirk graced your face as you pulled your skirt up even higher before continuing out the door, down the spiral staircase to your boyfriend’s office.

“Remus?” You rapped your knuckles against the heavy oak of the door.

You were met by the deep, honey like voice of your boyfriend, “Come in.”

Pushing the door open you took in the visual of Remus hunched over at his desk, the sleeves of his button up rolled similarly to yours as he ran a calloused hand through his hair. His desk covered in papers, his hand fiddling with his quill as his lips moved silently as he read. He hadn’t realized who was at his door until he lifted his head, scratching one final note onto the paper.

“Puppy?” He quirked an eyebrow, “I thought you were upstairs, are you going back to your dorm already? M’almost done I promise, just a couple left.”

“Not going back, just wanted to see you. Been waiting too long.”

He motioned you over with a crook of his finger, pushing his chair out from the desk, patting his thigh for you to sit on, “There you go Puppy, get comfortable.” His hands found their place on your waist, helping you settle on his thigh, allowing them to wander up and down your sides, squeezing your waist and hips. “Was my Puppy getting impatient, waiting for me upstairs?”

You nodded in response, your breath hitching as his fingers found their way to the waistband of your skirt, “Are these not fitting you anymore Poppet? Do we need to get you new ones?”

“No Sir,” You mewled, shivering as one hand left your waist band, instead finding their way to the hem of the skirt, now resting on the uppermost part of your thighs.

Remus let out a disagreeing hum, resting his chin on your shoulder, looking over your shoulder to watch his fingers play with the material of your skirt. “You sure Puppy? Because I don’t think so, it's not covering anything, anyone could take a look at your pretty little arse in one of these.” He punctuated his remark by bringing his hand down against your thigh, with no skirt to soften the blow you tensed at the impact before he began massaging the sensitive area with the palm of his hand. 

“Just came from upstairs Sir, no one saw me,” You reasoned in a pathetic whine causing him to grip your jaw in his hands. 

“Did I ask for excuses Bunny?” He spat, turning your visage to face him, his usually bright, sparkling irises now dark, drowned in lust. You whined out, trying and failing to shake your head in his tight grip. “Can’t even answer me? Come on I know you can be a good girl for me, now did I ask for excuses?”

You gulped, “No.”

He tsked, “No who?”

“No Sir,” You corrected yourself, feeling your panties begin to flood at his mocking behavior. 

Satisfied, he let go of your face, taking your hand in his so that your palms were pressed together highlighting the length of his fingers as they dwarfed yours. “Good girl, now was that so hard.”

“No, Sir,” You responded obediently.

His lack of response made you nervous, knowing he was plotting something probably devious. You knew you were right when you felt his lips on your neck, planting sloppy, open mouthed kisses on the delicate flesh that resided there. Your attempts to suppress your whimpers were in vain as he sunk his teeth into the side of your neck, leaving purple marks in his wake.

“Such pretty noises,” He murmured and from the sound of his voice you could tell he his lips were pulled into a gentle smile. Your breath hitched as his hands found their way to your thighs, gripping them tightly as he planted a kiss on one of the blossoming bruises on your neck. “Such pretty noises from such a pretty slut.”

You threw your head back onto his shoulder as small waves of pleasure rippled through your body, reveling in the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Alright pup, let’s get up okay?” It took you a second to truly digest his words resulting in him leaving a gentle, but firm tap against your hip to which you scrambled up to obey him, turning so that you were facing him where he was lounging in his chair. You couldn’t help but shift from foot to foot as his eyes roamed your body, taking in each detail of your appearance, grinning like an idiot when he went to the hem of your skirt, which really was useless now, completely bunched up at your waist.

“Can you take your shirt off for me?” He asked in a cloying tone of voice, almost as one would speak to a child when asking them to perform a difficult task.

Enthusiastically nodding your head you started on the button resting right between your cleavage, the work you made in your efforts was miniscule as it took more than a minute for you to undo the top button with your shaky hands and already cloudy mind not assisting in your efforts.

You felt yourself get increasingly frustrated as you failed to get a solid grip on the next button, the plastic evading your struggling fingertips. “You having trouble there bunny?” Remus’ deep baritone sounded from his chair, you lifted your face from staring intently at your shirt to Remus’, his amusement at your being unable to perform such a simple task evident on his face. 

“S’not my fault,” You complained, “Buttons are just so fuckin slippery!” You were exasperated, this shouldn’t be taking you this long.

“What was that?” All signs of previous amusement vanished from his voice, nearly taking you out at the knees as your soft, pleading eyes met his. He was fuming and it wasn’t until he spoke next that you realized why. “Did I say you could fucking swear you slut?” His voice was cold as his posture straightened itself out.

“No,” He said, not giving you the opportunity to respond for yourself, “I didn’t. I expected you to be my good little girl, didn’t think that was unreasonable, usually so obedient for me.”

“M’sorry,” You pleaded, your hands continuing to struggle with the small buttons, “Didn’t mean to break the rules Sir, just frustrated.”

“Did I say you could talk at all?” He spat, “No, I didn’t now stop breaking the rules, don’t want you to apologize, just want you to be good for me. Now come over here and let me help you with your shirt, fucking pathetic aren’t you?”

Knowing the question was rhetorical you didn’t bother responding, instead just taking the invitation to inch yourself towards Remus until you were standing between his open legs, your fingers still shaking, not yet having abandoned the buttons you’d failed to undo.

“Your hands are so small,” Remus mused, lifting one of his to pry yours away from the material of your shirt, “How do you even get things done with these little things, oh right,” He tightened his grip on you, “You don’t. Need me to take care of everything for you, can’t even take off your shirt. S’that right baby?”

“Yes Sir,” You murmured.

“Let’s get this off of you,” It took him half the time to undo the rest of the buttons and get the shirt off you that it took you to undo one button. Remus’ pants got considerably tighter taking in your appearance, your breasts clad in his favorite color on you. 

“I’d ask you to take off your skirt too but you need my help with that too don’t you puppy?”

You were quick to nod, desperately wanting to be naked as soon as possible knowing that the sooner Remus had access to your cunt the sooner you’d be feeling good. 

Opposite to the civil, careful approach he took in ridding you of your shirt, Remus quite literally tore your skirt from your waist, leaving your skin stinging at the aggression of his act. A blush creeped up your neck as your cunt pulsed at his action, watching him inspect the ruined material.

“How can you even wear something this small? It's so small, so short. What does it even cover? I wouldn’t even fit one of my thighs.” Ironically he took the time to carefully fold the skirt and set it on his desk before pulling you even closer to his body by your waist as if you weighed nothing. He splayed his hand out against your lower stomach, frowning as he watched the skin of your belly disappear underneath it. 

“So much prettier when I can see my cock inside of it, it's practically half your size puppy.” 

“Want your cock Sir, please give me your cock,” You pleaded shamelessly, gripping at his forearms.

“Beg,” He ordered simply and unwaveringly.

Not missing a beat you did exactly as he asked, and you begged, “Please Sir, please give me your cock, I need your cock. Feel so empty without it. Please Sir, make me feel good. I’ve been a good girl I promise.”

“You wouldn’t lie to me would you bunny?”

“No Sir, I would never lie to you.”

“Good,” He nodded approvingly before swiftly pulling you down so that you were on your knees before him, “You look so pretty on your knees, so easy to get you there for me, so obedient,” He murmured affectionately brushing a finger delicately across your cheekbone which already felt warm erupted into flame at his touch.

Wordlessly he started on undoing his belt, the distinct clink of the metal sending shockwaves through your body, your mouth began watering as he undid his zipper, pulling both his trousers and boxers down slowly, allowing his hardening cock to spring out against his stomach. 

You began to reach for his cock but quickly stopped yourself, looking up at him, blinking owlishly, “Sir, may I touch your cock?”

“Go ahead Puppy.”

As soon as he granted you permission you were on your calves, kneeling forward to take his cock in your hand which barely wrapped all the way around it, your fingertips only brushing each other as you pumped your hand up and down on his member. 

“Maybe your hands are good for something,” Remus growled, “So tiny but they can still pump cock can’t they?” His harsh words were contrasted by his delicate touch as he brushed hair from your perspiring forehead. Then threading his long, slender fingers through your hair they anchored themselves at the back of your head, using his leverage he tilted your head upwards to make eye contact. “You gonna wrap those pretty lips around my cock Princess? Make me feel good?”

Your answer came as you leaned forward, his hand not even needing to guide you into motion. You peaked just the tip of your tongue out between your teeth to kitten lick the head of his cock, lapping over the slit feeling the grip on the back of your head tighten.

“Don’t tease me Puppy,” He warned lowly.

Taking his threat at face value you licked a broad stripe up the underside of his cock, tracing a distinct vein that thrummed under your oral muscle. Breathing in deeply you sucked the tip of his cock in between your lips, looking up at him you saw his eyes clenched closed as he tried to refrain from bucking his hips up into your mouth. 

Working the entirety of his cock into your mouth you gagged as he hit the back of your throat, seeing that you were only half way down his now completely engorged member you willed your gag reflex to not get in the way of your mission as you forced him further down your throat. Feeling a few tears run down your face you wrapped your hands around the few inches that you couldn’t quite fit, working them up and down the sensitive, exposed skin.

“Such a good puppy,” He praised, “Taking my cock so far down your throat, can see it bulging in your throat. See,” He reached out, tracing his outline down your neck, “Right there, such a good little thing taking me in your mouth.”

As you bobbed your head up and down on his cock, hollowing your cheeks Remus let out a pornographic moan, god you loved when he was vocal. The sounds of his groans and grunts spurred you on, daring you to take him deeper into your mouth until your nose was finally nestled in his happy trail, brushing against his pubic bone, saliva making a mess of your lower face.

“Gonna cum Puppy, gonna cum down your throat, and you’re gonna swallow it all up for me like a good girl.”

He was right, he was about to cum and you could feel his balls starting to tighten, wanting to get him there you moaned around his cock which was still resting deep in your throat, his movements chafing your vocal cords. 

The vibrations of your moan sent Remus over the edge, causing him to buck uncontrollably into your mouth, triggering the gag reflex you’d been able to keep dormant up until then. As he came he let out a string of curses, allowing his head to tip backwards and rest languidly against the back of his chair.

You kept his cock in your mouth, swallowing each strand of cum he shot down your throat until he removed himself from you and letting his dick hang lazily in between his legs as he leaned down, melding his lips with yours.

“Did I make you feel good Sir, did I satisfy you?” 

He let out a dry laugh, nodding his head slowly as he already began to recover from his orgasm. “Yes, puppy, made me feel really good.” To your bewilderment he pressed a kiss to the crown of your head before turning his chair back towards his desk, leaving you, mouth agape, trying to figure out what to say. He wasn’t really going to leave you like this, was he?

You were too confused to notice the subtle smirk pulling at his lips, he knew exactly what he was doing. He really did want to make you feel good, you’d made him feel so amazing just moments earlier and he wanted to reward you for that. But he was going to make you ask, like the good girl he knew you were.

“Yes, bunny?” He lilted, picking up his quill and dipping it into his pot of ink.

“I-I thought you were going to make me feel good Sir?” You asked, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for release.

“Is that how we ask, bunny?”

“No, Sir, I’m sorry. Please make me feel good,” You corrected yourself.

“That’s better,” He murmured approvingly, pushing his chair back out from his desk where he abandoned his quill, smearing ink on a random paper.

With a flick of his wrist you were getting up off your knees, standing submissively before him, you could now feel your slick on the inside of your thighs.

“Over here Poppet, on my thigh.” He helped you straddle his bare thigh, causing you to gasp at the mere sensation of him between your legs.

“You wanna cum? Then you can cum on my thigh while I finish up these papers, then when I’m done, if you’ve been a good girl I’ll fuck your little pussy.”

“O-okay Sir,” You nodded, beginning to thrust yourself against his thigh, the ridges rubbing deliciously against your soaked clit. It practically killed you as he went back to his work, the sound of his quill scratching against parchment nothing compared to the sound of his grunts as he destroyed your cunt. 

Remembering what was promised to you if you were a good girl and got yourself off on his thigh, you got back to work. Dragging your clit up and down his leg, you tortured yourself, not letting you go as fast as you desperately wanted to, knowing you’d get teased for being so needy and desperate. 

Throwing your arms around his neck you picked up your pace and feeling pleasure boil in the pit of your belly you tried to suppress a moan, knowing that good girls wouldn’t distract their Sirs while they tried to do work while at the same time letting their sluts get off. But despite your best efforts a soft moan escaped your red, swollen lips. 

“Keep quiet slut,” Remus scolded, the sound of quill to parchment not even pausing as he spoke to you, “Or you won’t get your reward.”

It was fate that you managed to remain quiet as you more closely approached your orgasm, you were so close the pleasure boiling in your stomach had you twitching as you shamelessly thrusted into Remus’ thigh, giving up on any pretenses of self control. You reached down to rub at your clit, desperate to tip over the edge of pleasure you were currently tip-toeing, but even while multitasking Remus was still the most observant person you’d ever met. Catching your hand before it ever made its way to your clit he squeezed it harshly.

“You know better than to touch what’s mine without asking Princess, come on slut, get yourself off on my thigh. You’re close, don’t even try to deny it.”

There was no correcting him as your climax washed over you at his command, sinking your teeth into his still clothed shoulder to muffle your scream as waves of pleasure crested through you, leaving you a shaking mess as cunt pulsed around nothing, still painfully empty.

You sighed, throwing your head onto Remus’ shoulder as he finally dropped his quill again and rested his hand on your back, rubbing it soothingly until coming to the clasp of your bra, expertly undoing it with one hand while the other anchored itself in your hair, pulling your head back to look you in the eyes.

“Aw, puppy don’t tell me you’re too fucked out already? Haven’t even given you my cock yet.”

“No, no Sir, m’not done, I can take more, I need more, please.” You begged unabashedly. 

That was all Remus needed before hooking his hands underneath your thighs and lifting you up into his arms. Shifting your weight to one arm he used the other to swipe the contents of his desk onto the floor, paying the sound of shattering glass no mind as he dropped you onto the desk. Your clothed bum hitting the unforgiving wood.

“Look at you,” Remus murmured, leaning back to take in your appearance, bare tits on display for him, legs clenched together hiding your closed pussy from his view. Sliding his hands between your closed legs he forced them apart, you putting up no resistance making it an easy feat for the werewolf. 

A simper graced his lips, now being able to take in the view of your clit, partially visible through the soaked material of your white panties. 

“So wet,” He mocked, reaching out a single finger to gently massage your clit, “So wet and I haven’t even touched you. How pathetic.”

Without warning, just as he did with your skirt, he tore your panties off your body, slightly less impressive now that you’d already seen him do it with much more substantial fabric, but still enough to send another gush of wetness to your cunt.

Lifting your bum up from the desk you allowed him to slip the waste of fabric out from beneath you. 

“You want me to fuck your cunt now puppy? You want my cock in you?” He taunted, pumping his hand up and down his cock, appraising your body, smiling as he took in his favorite sight in the world.

“Yes please Sir, need your cock, feel so empty without.”

“Course you do,” Quicker than you could comprehend what was happening Remus had abandoned his cock and instead had flipped you around so that your waist up pressed against the worn wood of the desk. You were forced to support yourself on your forearms as your legs dangled uselessly in the air, toes barely grazing the floor of his office. A chuckle in Remus’ low baritone sounded through the room, “So small your feet can’t even reach the floor, how adorable,” He accentuated his point with a slap to your arse, causing you to jolt forward.

“Sir,” You whined, “Please, I need you.”

“You think this little cunt can take my cock? So small, I might just break it.” He mused, pushing his index finger into you, smiling when your walls clenched around him. 

“No Sir, I promise I can take it. I’ve taken it before.”

“That you have Poppet,” He agreed, positioning himself behind you, you gasped, feeling the head of his cock trace your clit before he pushed the entirety of his length into your quivering hole, watching as you greedily sucked in all 9 inches of him.

“Fuck!” You swore, Remus’ rule slipping your mind as you lost yourself in pleasure.

“Don’t be a naughty whore (Y/N),” He warned, “Told you not to swear, didn’t I?” He questioned as he began to thrust into you unforgivingly, gripping your hips to stabilize you on the desk as without it you were uselessly sliding against the desk.

“I’m sorry!” You screamed as pleasure began to overwhelm you, with so little break between your last orgasm and the current ministrations on your pussy you were a whimpering mess.

“You should be,” He growled, leaning over you, bracing himself on his forearms to whisper in your year, “M’so good to you, least you could do is follow my rules. They’re not that strict.”

“They’re not!” You agreed as the new position allowed him to hit a new place inside you, intensifying your pleasure tenfold, if that was even possible at this point.

Gripping your hips and lifting them up slightly Remus increased his bruising pace, the combined sensations of his cock inside of you, his balls slapping against your clit, and you upper body rubbing against the desk had your eyes rolling back in your head as the pleasure began to overwhelm you.

At this point you were being fucked so thoroughly and ruthlessly that your feet weren’t even grazing the floor anymore, instead they were limp, hitting against the front of Remus’ desk as he supported your weight in his hands.

Remus was able to stretch you out like no one ever had before, to the point where pleasure bordered pain and the line between the two blurred to the point where you weren’t even sure if you knew what day of the week it was.

“What a little slut, if anyone came in right now they’d see you getting fucked by your professor,” You moaned at Remus’ filthy words which went directly to your cunt. “You’d like that though, my little exhibitionist.” Another smack to your bum was delivered as Remus lifted your lips even further into the air to reach new depths inside you. “Always so hungry for my cock aren’t you? Can’t go a single day without me filling this cunt of yours, can you?”

Your response was swallowed by a moan as Remus sped up his thrusts as his cock started to twitch inside you, causing you to clench your pussy around him.

“I’m close Sir, may I cum?” You pleaded, your voice shaking with the effort it was taking you to keep your orgasm at bay. 

“No,” He commanded through gritted teeth, “You’re not gonna cum until I say you can.”

“Ye-es, Sir.”

Remus growled as his thrusts stuttered, cumming inside you, rope after rope of thick cum painting your walls in his release. He stayed there inside you, leaning over you, your back pressed to his chest until he caught his breath. 

Pulling out of you he smiled, watching his cum drip from your cunt, “So pretty,” he murmured pushing a finger inside you and with it his release. 

“S-Sir?” You stuttered, not daring to move from your position until he said you could.

“Yes Puppy?”

“I didn’t cum.”

“You think I didn’t notice that? I’m not daft,” He shoved two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out viciously before completely pulling them out of your hole causing a pathetic whimper to escape your lips at the empty feeling that settled in the pit of your stomach where your pleasure still simmered.

“Feel so empty without something in there don’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” 

“Get yourself up to my bedroom and when I get up there after I finish these last few papers I’ll make you cum over and over again Puppy.” With a light swat to your bum he zipped himself back into his pants but you were too desperate to move. “Now, before I change my mind.”

That got you up off his desk, darting up the stairs to his room where you laid dutifully on his bed, waiting for his arrival.

tagging: @randomoutsiders @weasleyposts

[roonilwazlibimagines]

How do you think the marauders would react to someone walking in on them ~in the act~ with their s/o?

James

His first initial reaction is to freak out and try to cover your bodies

And he would probably shriek for them to get out

And it would take him a minute to regain himself after they walked out

But then he would be giggling and saying it was kinda hot before continuing

Sirius

He would not stop going

And he would just be so casual about it like his hips are probably thrusting into you and you’re trying to hide yourself

But he is just talking to the person casually

And you’re like wtf, but he says that he was just trying to make it less awkward

Remus

Remus would go to cover you instantly

Also I feel like he has good sense/reactions because of the wolf thing and so maybe he covered you just in time to make it look like you weren’t doing anything

And he would move to talk to the person but he would be moving inside you but the other person was oblivious and you’re trying is hard not to let on

And then afterwards he would praise you for being so good because they didn’t even notice

Peter

Peter would be very embarrassed and would probably pull away immediately

I’m sorry but I feel like he would try to cover himself first just because he wa so flustered and embarrassed

And he would be non stop apologising

And it would take him a minute before he could continue

[sb-kinnie-thingz]

Testing and Teasing

jily x fem!reader

A/N: haven't posted in weeks so enjoy because I probably won't post for another couple weeks.

You peaked up from your potions assignment at your crush, Lily Evans. She was sitting across from you on the couch. She looked quite attentive with her nose several inches away from her book and her hand quickly writing things down. You were too distracted to get any work done.

"This is hard," you grumble.

"Not really," she says simply. If she wasn't so fucking pretty you would be annoyed by her simplistic answer.

“For you,” you grumble.

“It would be easier for you if you would listen in class,” she says sternly.

“How can I listen when I have a pretty girl to look at?” Lily doesn’t respond and just shakes her head, looking back down at her schoolwork.

“You’ll be the death of me Y/N,” you smile at her comment. She doesn’t even know what she does to you. She makes your brain turn to putty and your insides melt into mud.

“Little do you know,” you whisper.

“What does that mean?” She says looking sternly back up at you. You meet her eyes and there’s accusations behind them.

“I’m just undressing you with my eyes,” you say with fake confidence. You have instant regret realizing that the person you said that too is literally in a long term relationship.

“Is that a confession or horrible flirting?” Her green eyes look up at you as she closes her books with one one swipe of her hand.

“Whatever you want it to be,” you say trying to keep up the tough guy act. Lily gets up off of the couch and walks in front of you.

“What do you want it to be?” She asks, amused. Your eyes are having trouble making eye contact so with her pointer finger she digs into your jaw, underneath your chin, forcing you to look up.

“I want it to be a confession,” your forcefully admit. Lily takes a seat right on your chunky thigh.

“Naughty girl,” Lily say abruptly, standing up. “You know I have a boyfriend!” Your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

“Yeah I know- I was just joking!” Lily looks over your head at the entrance where James Fleamont Potter was entering, talking with his friends. His friends abandon him and he locks eyes with Lily.

He struts over to you guys. “What’s up ladies?” He says as he flops down next to you. Lily makes a face at James as he says that.

“Y/N was just telling me how she undresses me with her eyes,” Lily says confidently. At this point you want to dig a hole and die in it.

You notice James eyes go big and he clears his throat before saying, “is that so?”

You finally decide that you are not going to be mocked and displayed between these two. So you suddenly say, “it is, I’m also currently undressing you.”

"That's cringy," Lily says mockingly to you. Her words cause you to blush, shake your head and then quickly look downward.

James notices your actions and says, " I thought it was hot." Your eyes flicker up to his and he holds eye contact until Lily speaks.

"You guys are so pretty," she says seductively and then leans in to kiss James. Her eyes never leaving yours. James face is a bright red and he seems slightly awkward but you don't want him to feel awkward so you implusively say the next thing.

"Take me up to your room... please," you say making the last bit sound like you are begging. Lily and James exchange looks when suddenly James gets up and grabs both your hands. He leads Lily and you up to his room. There he lets go of your hands, unties his tie loosely and then plops down on his bed.

"Well," Lily begins. "Here's the room, want a room tour or something?" She says snarkily. James roll his eyes at her words.

"Be nice to her. She's probably never done this before," he says but makes you feel insignificant.

"What does that mean?" You question defensively.

"Just means you probably never have had a threesome! I mean.. Lily and I haven't. Sirius was talking about it once while drunk but it never happened," James rambles.

"Oh okay," you say quietly, having no idea what to say.

"Let's get this party started," Lily says, grabbing the back of your head and kissing you roughly but with no tongue. She pulls away and looks in your eyes, "this okay?"

"Yes," you say while nodding your head.

"Good girl," she says as she leans in to kiss you more gently but with tongue. James is watching this scene unravel becoming more turned on by the second.

Lily and you kiss for several minutes only pulling apart on occasion until Lily lifts your shirt over your head. She groups at your breast’s through your bra as James just gawks.

“You act like you’ve never seen tits before,” Lily says to James, unhooking your bra. Your boobs fall out of the cups.

“I’ve never seen HERS before,” he says standing up and walking towards you guys. He kisses Lily and than kisses you. The kiss between you and James lasts a little bit longer.

“You are the object of my desire,” James says kissing your neck. This causes a blush to form on your face. Lily massages James back as he starts to suck on your breasts.

“Like that baby boy?” All James does is nod his head.

Lily pulls his hair to force his face to look at her, “vocal responses.”

“Yes ma’am, I love it,” he says quickly and then goes back to letting his tongue play with your nipple. Your cheeks flush a bright red when you realize that Lily is a hard dominant but she’s being soft with you.

You look at Lily with curiosity in your eyes. Lily’s pupils are blown out with lust. “Why are you being soft with me?” You ask.

“I don’t want you to get scared,” she says running her hand through your hair. She places a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Why would I get scared?” Your eyebrows are furrowed and you meet James’ eyes across the room. He just raises his eyebrows and shrugs.

“The way I treat James is now how everyone wants to be treated. James is honestly a pathetic whore who likes to be temporarily abused,” Lily says meanly. You look at James’ reaction and see his face a deep red. You look between the two for a minute. You decide to walk over to James.

“So.. you like to be treated as a whore in the bedroom?” You say grabbing his chin and making him look at you. Lily comes up behind you and kisses your neck as she groups your boobs.

“Yes,” he says shyly. You can feel Lily’s big smirk on your neck.

“Me too,” you say and kiss his lips gently. His lips are warm and dry, his fingers are intertwined steadying himself on the bed. “Are you okay?”

He nods his head again until Lily, from behind you, plants her hand across his face. “Vocal responses, we can’t read your mind!”

“Yes! I’m okay! It just kind of hurts in these jeans,” he says looking down at the huge bulge in his pants.

Lily demands, “I want to watch you two get off and then I want the both of you to help me cum.” Her driectness makes you falter but you can tell James enjoys it by how his eyes move towards your body. His cheeks rise as a big smile appears on his lips.

"Someone seems eager," you say as you grab the sides of his face and kiss him. As your pink thin lips meet his, you feel every inch of contact. You feel your lips pressed aganist his, the palm of your hands touching his sideburns and the way his hands brush aganist your hips breifly. The contact feels amazing and you don't want an inch of him not touching you.

"Touch me," James breaths out between kisses breathlessly. A small smirk appears on your lips.

"Someone is desperate," you say as you start to unbutton his pants as he watches. You begin to get down onto your knees until James grabs your hand.

"No- don't!" Your eyes meet his. Is he insecure? You must of had a puzzled look on your face because he starts to explain, "I want to finger you while you jerk me off..."

He trails off and it sounds like he wants to continue talking. "Say what you are thinking, James." Lily demands. Even though you feel inferior to her, you appreciate that she makes him be honest.

"I want to see you cum around my fingers," he says quietly. Your cheeks flush.

"Okay," you say as you pull down his pants past his knees. You get on top of him and straddle him, putting your hand around his cock. He reaches down and starts to circle your clit like a shark hunting it's prey. You instinctively buck your heads forward into his hand.

"Someone like that?" He says cockily.

"Don't get too cocky," you say gliding your thumb over his tip making him buck his hips upward into you. You smile wickedly at him.

"If you keep doing that then I might just-" you push him into your folds. He gasps suddenly, his eyes opening widely. "What you didn't have time to prepare yourself, darling?" You mock. You suddnely hear Lily laughing, forcing you to remember she was in the room.

"This is a funny duo," she says as she sucks her natural lube off her fingers.

"How so, mommy?" James asks her from underneath you.

"You got little Ol'Jamie who likes to watch others cum but has to prepare himself to not cum. Then we have little Miss y/n who gets flustered if you give her the same energy she gives others." The both of you guys look away from Lily and at each other.

"I-I think you just feel excluded," you say boldly.

She smiles sympathetically at you. "I think you just want to get me worked up because you're just as of a needy whore as Jamie." James shifts inside of you. You can feel him throb so you decide to tease them both. You lift yourself slowly off of him.

You refuse to look at James as you continue this slow pace. You can hear him whimper from time to time but your eyes are glued to Lilys' green eyes. "You like watching me fuck your boyfriend?"

Her dominant compure seems to falter as her eyes are glued to your eyes. She regains herself as she steps towards you shaking her head. "OH y/n," she sighs. She than smacks your ass roughly. Making you go all the way down on James.

“I think she does,” James whispers in your ear. You look at the messy haired boy and notice this big smirk on his face. You return the same wicked smirk at him. Both of you want to test and tease Lily. So James grabs your hips and starts to trust into you. He catches you off guard with the unexpected domiance. In James' perspective he knows that his domiance turns Lily greatly on.

"James," you moan as you plant your hands firmly on his chest. He still has that wicked grin on his lips. You look over at Lily and see her fingering herself at the same speed James is going.

"Baby let me help you out," James says from underneath. Lily look at him confused. "My face baby," he says softly making his smirk falter. She realizes what he is saying and stops fingering herself. She stands up, walks over to the two of you and throws her thigh over his face. The front of her body facing you.

"You're gorgeous," you say to Lily as her face contorts in pleasure. She opens her eyes, making her green eyes pierce you. In a way it turns you on even more because of how intimidating they are.

"Thank-" she pauses. "you, darling."

"His tongue feel good, baby?" She doesn't give you a vocal response but just nods her head. The urge to smack her face and tell her to use her words was strong but you didn't want to anger your dom. It was very attractive to see her melt like puddy by James' tongue.

You were so busy watching James get Lily off that your movements had stilled. You could feel James moving his hips underneath yours. "Needy bitch," you mumble as you start riding on him once more. You focus on your movements and how he is just laying there, eating his girlfriend out and you are on the verge of unleashing on him. You watch as Lily starts to ride on his face. You can see her orgasm approaching. It baffles you how she acts all big and tough but gets all soft when he takes control.

"J-James I'm going to cum," she mutters. You see his arms wrap around her big thighs, his hands gripping onto the side of her ass cheeks. She keeps grinding aganist his face for several more minutes until her pace starts to get choppy and his arms still her. You see her whole body shake and then collapse aganist his chest. He plays with her ass cheeks while she tries to regain her composure. The sight is kind of humorous because she is laying, breathless on top of him while he is satring at her ass, playing with it.

"You taste wonderful," he says loudly. She finally looks back at the animagus, her cheeks as bright as her hair. "Now darling, I want to fuck our little guest until she doens't want to be our guest anymore."

Lily turns towards you with a wicked grin, "be my guest." With the both of them moving and looking at you with these big mocking grins, it made you feel inferior, small. James was grabbing your hips before you even realized what was going on. He had you on your back in the matter of seconds.

"This okay?" He asks you.

"Of course," you respond. He looks down towards your heat and sticks himself just a few centimeters in and decides to tease you a little longer. So he rubs himself on your clit and leaves soft kisses on your neck. "James," you sigh softly.

'Someone wants to be fucked?" You nod your head in desperation. "So needy," he says as he slides himself into you causing the both of you to gasp.

"Pathetic," Lily chuckles.

"Says the one who gets off by just someones tongue," you say bitterly. Lilys face turns red once more.

She walks over and grabs your throat harshly, "say that again?" You shake your head all while James is firecly fucking you. He hits a sensitive spot that makes you gasp while Lilys' intimidating eyes are staring at you.

"Don't-" you gasp once more. "Don't be mean," you ask of Lily. She smiles softly at you.

"I'll try not too but it's just so hard when you are such a whore," she says playing with your nipples. The stimulation she was cuasing you instantly made you buck into James. He grabs Lilys' hands.

"Dont," he says sternly. She doesn't ask but gives him a confused look as he thrusts into you even harder. His hips hitting yours harshly. The sounds that his pace was creating filled the air with lust. Making you spiral all over James, giving him no notice. He instantly stopped thursting. He bit his lip until you could see a small bit of blood. He was extremely close but he wanted to feel your cum on his cock as he thrust into you.

"God you feel so fucking good," he mutters. He than bucks into you at a very slow pace. Until he starts doing at a fast pace. His thrusts are sloppy and not as pleasure oriented as last time. You than can feel his hot ropes of cum fly into you. He stills inside of you. "I don't want to waste a drop."

Lily than comes up behind him and kisses his neck. "We need to clean her up," she tells him so he pulls out of her. He picks you up as Lily rubs your head. He sits you on the bathroom counter and starts the bathtub.

"You guys are great," you say shyly.

"You are too , princess," James says as he kisses your forehead.

[myfictionaldreams]

The Full Moon (CH. 2: Alpha Remus) // Poly!Marauders x reader

(CHAPTER 1) (CHAPTER 3)

Summary: The full moon was approaching, only a few days away and the effects were slowly starting to take over Remus. But there's nothing you can do as you watch him turn from the soft loving boyfriend to the possessive and rough werewolf you knew to hide from.

Warnings: 18+ readers only, possessive remus, aggressive remus, alpha remus, smut, vagina sex, size kink, overstimulation, creampie, crying, anxiety, exhaustion, dubious consent, rough sex, minor injuries, bite marking, vaginal fingering, hair pulling, breath play, choking, rough oral sex, rough tit play, clit overstimulation, multiple orgasms, multiple sex positions, tied up, squirting, anal fingering, anal, ass to vagina sex, butt slapping, passing out

YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

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It finally became quiet in the common room at around two in the morning, you hoped that the boys had been able to distract Remus enough with them all to get some rest. You however found little rest throughout the night, tossing and turning, bad dreams plaguing your mind. As the sun rose, you couldn’t hold back the sob escaping your trembling lips as a deep ache spread throughout your chest, one of longing, worry, and dread. It had never been like this for you, normally the 24 hours went quickly and you would be on your way to the shrieking shack to help the boys take Remus to Madam Pomfrey but as the seconds slowly ticked by, you just had a sense of something about to go wrong but you weren’t sure of what. You knew one thing though, you desperately missed your boys. The silence of the dorm left you on edge, the other girls you shared the room with were all sound asleep, not even a snore leaving any of the beds so all you had were your thoughts swirling around in your head until you couldn’t handle it anymore, fearing you would slip in subspace without any of the boys around, you needed to get out, you needed to be with them, even craving the touch from Remus who would probably toss you around like a ragdoll but you needed them.

Shakily wiping your tears from your cheeks, you stood up from your bed, dust flying throughout the sunbeams streaming through the window, you quietly stepped towards the door, your fluffy socks helping you to not make a noise as you crept closer. Your fingers reached to grasp the door handle when a voice behind you snapped you back to reality, making you squeal and jump back afoot. “Y/n? What are you doing? You know you can’t go out there today.”

Lily sat up in her bed, wiping her eyes as she looked at you with a confused expression. Alice, hearing Lily’s question, also sat up in the bed next to Lily’s, trying to brush her hair out of her face. Instead of answering, you turned towards your friends and another sob ripped through, tears that you had tried to stop from falling were now dripping down your cheeks. “Oh sweetie, come here”, Lily held her arms open and you quickly rushed over to her falling into her arms, wrapping your own around her middle as she held you to her, trying to soothe you. Alice sat behind you soon after and rubbed up and down your spine, the movement helping you to calm down slightly. “Is there anything, in particular, that’s caused you to be this upset? Do you want me to go and get James or Sirius?”

Sitting back suddenly, startling Lily and Alice you frantically said “no” over and over again. Lily reached forward and wiped the tears off of your cheeks. “Ok y/n I won’t get them, but at least tell me a way to try and help.”

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me today, I just miss them, and seeing Remus being stunned and knowing how much pain he’s going to be in, I just don’t want them all going through this by themselves even though I know there's nothing that I can do to help.” You stared down at your hands in your lap as Alice hugged you from behind, resting her chin on your shoulder.

“Why don’t I go and get you some breakfast, maybe carry up a few goblets of hot chocolate and leave you with one of my muggle books, I know how much you like them.” Smiling up to Lily, you nodded your head, thanking her and Alice as they both stood to get changed. You shuffled back to your bed, pulling the blanket up to your chin, moving around to make it warm again. As both girls finally were dressed, Alice waiting by the door, Lily left a small, well-read book next to your bed and moved to join Alice.

“Thank you” you whispered to them, both of them smiling at you before leaving. Sinking back into your bed, you closed your eyes trying to get some rest, feeling a bit more relieved since crying but the ache still sitting across your chest, you must have dozed off as the next thing you knew, Alice was hovering over you, shaking your shoulders.

Glancing around you spotted a plate full of fresh fruit, toast, and eggs, along with 2 goblets that were steaming with what you assumed to be hot chocolate. Sitting up quickly, you thanked them both again, moving the plate into your lap. “Did you see them? The boys that is. Did they look ok?” you asked.

Lily answered “they were all there, they seemed to be in one piece, if not a little tired. Remus was also looking a little more restless than usual before a full moon but James thinks it's because you didn’t say goodbye to him. He asked how you were, in notes, of course, I think Remus would have destroyed half of the castle if someone spoke your name.” You looked up, waiting for her response to James’ question. “I told him you were tired sweetie, that you weren’t feeling your usual self but that you’d get through it.” Nodding, you picked up a grape and chewed on it slowly.

You ate half of your breakfast and spent the next hour talking about anything and everything with the girls before they both left to go and visit Hagrid something that they had promised him a week ago. Not before 10 minutes of making sure that you would be ok by yourself for a few hours but you assured them that you would be fine, picking up Lily’s book to read it. As the door lightly shut behind them you put the book down, however, knowing that reading wouldn't quiet the anxious thoughts pounding in your head. Instead, you accepted you were going to have a crappy day and led back on the bed, the tears starting to fall again and you sobbed to be with the boys again.

That was until a tapping was heard from your window, the sound being too heavy to be that of an owl. Throwing the blanket back you sat up quickly, looking out the window, not believing your eyes as James waved back at you from the opposite side. Not wasting another second, you jumped up from the bed, slipping across the floor from the lack of friction between your socks and wooden flooring, the glass shook when you collided with it, with shaking hands you opened the latch and threw the window open and there he was, James Potter, on his broom hovering over a hundred feet in the air. “James! What on earth-?”

“Budge over, I need to climb through.” Stepping back quickly you watched as he ungracefully climbed in through the small window, his shoulders only just being able to get through. Finally, he stood to his full height, you only reached up to his collarbones, black hair sticking up at all angles, his cheeks flushed from the cold air he threw his broom onto an empty bed. The smile plastered on his face faltered as he saw your red-rimmed eyes tears streaks down your cheeks.

Holding his arms out, you ran into them, his arms instantly wrapping around you as you clawed at his back, trying to hold him as tight as you could. Your words were muffled as you asked “why are you here? I’m not supposed to see you until tomorrow.” Taking a deep breath in you smelt his scent of musk and grass and instantly the ache in your chest relaxed.

His lips brushed against the top of your head. “Well, I couldn’t leave my best girl when she wasn’t feeling herself, and anyway Padfoot can look after Moony for a few moments at least.” Tilting your head back, James wiped the tears away from your face, kissing both cheeks before connecting with your soft lips, tenderly holding your face as he did so. Pulling away, he looked you over head to toe and started tugging on your arms until you were both sitting on your small bed “what’s wrong? Talk to me.” 

You looked anywhere but him, trying to muster up a response that didn’t sound needy or ridiculous, these few days were about Remus, you didn’t need to be an inconvenience either. Opening your mouth you tried to explain but no noise came out so instead, you climbed into his lap, thighs resting either side of his legs, you cupped his cheeks and leaned in for a kiss that he happily reciprocated, accepting the fact that you probably just missed them all. His tongue slipped out and entered your mouth as things became heated, his hands landing on your hips to tug you down so you ground down on his cock through his trousers, you could feel the tent that had already formed, you moaned as his tongue danced with yours, your panties becoming increasingly wetter. Moving away from your mouth, James left open mouth kisses down your neck, reaching for the hem of your shirt when a small bang occurred behind you both. Both of you jumped and turned towards the noise, seeing a tiny cluster of fireworks and as soon as James saw them he sighed, leaning his head forward resting against your shoulder.

“That's Sirius, it means he wants me back.” You couldn’t help the disappointed look that flashed across your face but stood quickly nonetheless, knowing Sirius wouldn’t have interrupted unless he truly needed assistance. James moved back towards the window, picked up his discarded broom, and readjusted his trousers. “There’s nothing I hate more than sitting on a broom with a stiffy”. You flushed at his words, knowing you had caused his predicament, he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and leaned down to kiss you sweetly once more. “Try and get some rest, ok? It’ll soon be tomorrow and you’ll be back in our arms.”

Nodding your head you watched as he climbed out of the window, somehow being able to smoothly hover on his broom without falling any distance. “Please stay safe. All of you.”

He winked at you as he shouted “we always are” and flew off back towards the ground.

An hour or two later, the dormitory door opened again as Lily came in with your lunch, and the second you saw her, you knew something was wrong, her posture was tense and her eyes wide with fear. Instantly you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you sat up, full attention now on her. “What is it, Lily? What’s happened?”

“It’s Remus, we don’t know where he is.” You stood up now, breathing coming in quick bursts.

“What do you mean you don’t know where he is, how can he be gone?” you asked in a rush.

“I was with them, we were all out near Hagrids walking up to the castle. Remus was in a foul mood and had already punched Sirius when James came back from visiting you and Remus he-.” She stopped halfway through her sentence, flushing slightly as she continued. “Remus could smell you on James, specifically he could smell your… arousal on him and he just switched on us, I’ve never seen him like it, it was almost like he was feral. He first tried to attack James but Sirius managed to pull him off but Remus then stunned us all and by the time we came to, he was gone.” You tried to hide your embarrassment at hearing what had happened, maybe James visiting you really wasn’t the best idea, you shouldn’t have been so selfish and kept your emotions to yourself.

“Wait, Lily, he stunned you? Are you ok? Do you need to go to Madam Pomfrey?”

She shook her head at your questions. “No no I’m fine, the Slytherins have done worse to me.”

“I’m sorry you’ve been brought into all of this. Are the boys ok? Have they checked the map to see where he is?”

“Remus has the map” you dropped back onto the bed as Lily moved to the bed opposite, leaving your lunch on the side next to your breakfast.

“What can I do? I can come and help you all look for him.” 

“No that would actually be the worst thing you could do, honestly I’ve never seen him like that before, I’d hate to see what he would do to you if he found you.” You shivered at the thought, stuck between being scared as to where he had run off to in his current state of mind but being terrified at the thought of him finding you. Lily stood up again, moving towards the door. “I’m going to go back and help James and Sirius look for him, once we find him I’ll let you know but just please, stay in here.”

“I will don’t worry. Thank you for helping us all and please stay safe, let James and Sirius deal with him.” Lily left you alone, you heard her briefly talking to someone in the common room before leaving and you were once again left in silence. Twisting your fingers anxiously, you started to pace the floor, trying to comprehend what was happening, briefly even contemplating going and finding him yourself as you were the person he was looking for and causing all these issues but you quickly brushed that thought aside, knowing it would cause more damage than good. Huffing in frustration you sat back on the bed, staring at a spot on the wall, and trying to think of ways to distract yourself, deciding on having a bath seeing as Lily’s book couldn’t keep your attention for more than half a page.

The dormitory's bath was small compared to the one in the boys’ room but you sat in it for half an hour, savouring in the warm water relaxing your muscles, the lavender bubble bath helping to settle your pounding heart.

You’d just finished drying when you heard the dormitory door swing open and closed. “Lily? Alice? Is that you?” No one replied so you held your breath, trying to listen as to who it was but you couldn’t hear anything. Wrapping the towel around yourself, you moved towards the bathroom door, opening it and stepping out into the dorm, expecting to find one of your friends there but your whole world seemed to stop as you saw who was standing at the door, his back facing you as he cast a spell over the door that caused the edges to mold into the wall so you couldn’t escape. But how? How had he managed to get in, the window was closed so he hadn’t come up the way James had but then you spotted what he held in his other hand. James broom. He must have flown up the stairs and he also had the map in his pocket so no one knew that he would be here, in fact, this would be the last place that anyone would check. You contemplated screaming for help but as you saw his tense stance, you knew that would only make his reaction to you worse so you decided on a different approach, hiding your shaking hands behind your body.

“Remus, I’m so glad you’re here, I’ve been worried sick, they said you had runoff.” He didn’t seem to have heard you at first but slowly he tilted his head sideways and turned around to you and the look on his face caused you to take a step back.

The soft, loving boyfriend Remus wasn’t here anymore. Instead, you looked on at the bulking form of the aggressive, alpha wolf, his eyes had no pupils whatsoever, he dropped his broom and wand making you jump at the noise, staring in fear as he clenched his fists and his mouth was formed into a snarl, he growled low in his throat. He was wearing brown trousers that were covered in mud and his light grey button-up shirt was untucked and had a button missing, you assumed from where he had fought with James and Sirius. Taking one step closer to you, he whispered the word “mine” but the voice that came from him wasn’t the soft, delicate voice that you heard yesterday, this was lower and more sinister, hardly sounding human at all.

“Remus I’m yours, I’ll always be yours but this isn’t you right now, please just listen to me. I need you to go and find the boys, they’ll keep you safe.” Your words came out calmly, shocking even yourself as they didn’t match the panic that was pouring through you. It didn’t seem to matter though as he slowly walked towards you, every step he took, you stepped one back until you reached the stone wall, the coldness making you shiver as your bare shoulder touched it.

The tips of his shoes grazed your toes as he was only a few inches from you now, lifting one arm he pressed it to the wall above your head. You couldn’t believe the size difference between the two of you as you coward away from him, was it possible that he had grown since yesterday? In that last second, just as he lifted the other hand up hovering close to your neck, you decided you wouldn’t fight him, you’d go along with it as much as possible, he usually liked to go rough so maybe you could keep up, the thought sending a small spike of pleasure down your core. Even though he frightened you to death, as he towered over you, the thought of how small and helpless you felt only added to the thrill, there had to be something wrong with you for feeling like this, there was no way you were getting turned on by him. But, you couldn’t stop yourself even if you wanted to as you dropped your towel, reaching up and grabbing his hand and bringing it to your throat, you whispered “yours” at him and that was all he needed for him to snap.

In the blink of an eye, Remus spun you so you were now facing the wall, your front being pushed into the rough cold surface of the wall, sharp pain scratching over from your skin that was being rubbed. A large hand grabbed as much of your damp hair as possible and with a grunt, he snapped your head back by tugging your hair so you were staring at the ceiling. Remus’ sharp teeth attached to the side of your neck, this time not holding back in the force, pain shooting from your jaw to your arms, you were sure he would have left teeth indents, luckily he hadn’t drawn blood, yet. His teeth stayed attached to the area for a few moments, keeping you still under him, proving his dominance over you as you tried not to wriggle as any movement caused pain to spark through you from the coarse surface in front of you. A small gasp left your lips from being kept in that same position, and that broke the trance that Remus seemed to have been in and he sucked violently on the spot he held with his teeth, once again marking you so everyone knew you were his.

Shamelessly a moan escaped your lips, your thighs rubbing together to cause some friction where you most wanted it, your liquids starting to spread throughout your slit. Remus pulled back harshly on your hair, your neck now aching from behind held in the same position and with some relief, he stepped back a few inches so you now weren’t flush against the wall. With his spare arm, he reached up your body and pulled firmly on one of your nipples causing a pulse to shoot through your cunt. The fingers kept pulling slowly, your nipples stretching out as far as they could go before snapping back to your body, he repeated the action with the other breast, gripping it sternly after, your soft flesh sure to bruise as he played with your breasts, squishing them in his palm, your nipples puffy and erect against him. You couldn’t control the mewling noises coming from you, only spurring on the alpha above you, even as he started to slap both breasts, causing them to jump up and down on your chest, your thighs rubbed even more firmly together. Finally, after what felt like hours, your breasts were left alone, both slightly swollen, and incredibly sensitive. You breathed in relief but were cut off when Remus thrust into your lower back with his tented member, you could feel how raging it was and a small bit of fear ran through you. You were sure he had grown slightly in his alpha state so you couldn’t imagine what his cock looked like, last time you had been in this situation you had slipped into subspace pretty quickly so didn’t remember a lot of it but if it was anything to do with how you felt in the following days, he definitely would have a more swollen cock. 

You cried out as the hand holding your head forcefully pushed you back against the wall, your breasts screaming in agony as they moved against the rough stone. Remus’ chest moved from your back and you tried to look behind you but his hand stopped you, and suddenly his sharp teeth were sinking into the delicate skin of your backside causing you to cry out once more. He bit both cheeks before slapping them, not with all his strength but enough that after a few, you were trying to wriggle away. You felt one last slap and then nothing from him for a few seconds, your knees starting to shake, your emotions being overwhelmed with fear and arousal and without any warning, Remus roughly shoved two fingers into your wet cunt, the intrusion forcing you to your tiptoes as you felt the knuckles of his other fingers smash into your pubis.

Your mind turned to mush instantly as his fingers moved at a relentless speed, the sounds of your groans and wet juices were like music for Remus who still held you against the wall with the hand on your head. The force his fingers were entering you pushed your body into the rough wall more, your nipples in agony, the rest of your front including your face having small grazes and scratches left making it even more tender but you didn’t have the strength to push him off, you also didn’t think you wanted too as the orgasm quickly built within your lower abdomen. Your moans increased in volume as Remus didn’t falter in his speed, standing back to his full height and pulled your head to the side, biting the mark on your neck as you came hard around his fingers, his body the only thing from stopping you from falling as your legs quivered at the intensity of the orgasm.

Once again, Remus didn’t waste any time on your recovery as he bent back down and lapped up all of your juices, spending some time to suck on your clit, and you started to see stars from the mix of pain and pleasure going through you when he finally stopped and stood back up, you took the time to take a few deep breaths in, aware that Remus was watching your face from behind you. A noise you’d never heard from Remus whilst he was still his human self rippled through the room, a feral growl.

The hand gripping your hair released you causing you to fall backward, trying to escape the pains of the wall and Remus’ arm instead wrapped around your front, your back now flushed against his chest, the callused hand gripping your throat, his elbow reached down your chest between your sore breasts so you were securely against him. “Mine, not James’, mine.” You stiffened at his words, having forgotten the reason for him becoming wild earlier. Remus seemed to be wanting to once again show his control over you in any way possible and you tried not to panic as the hand holding your throat started to lift you higher, until you were on the tips of your toes and started to apply pressure, a buzzing filled your ears instantly as you choked on your breath. Both of your hands shot out and gripped onto his arm, nails digging into the skin as you tried to take a breath but it didn’t seem to bother him, no matter how hard you scratched him. Black spots started to fill your vision as your lungs ached and burned to breathe in when he finally relaxed his arm, your feet finally flat on the floor as you took a large breath of air, your whole body now shaking. “Mine” he started to lift you again, not as high this time as his spare hand reached around your front and started to mercilessly rub your clit, a sob erupted from you at the overstimulation. You still had enough room on your toes to move around to take some pressure off of your neck but Remus knew what he was doing, the swiping back and forth on your clit was causing your knees to buckle, so the pressure on your neck only increased.

You scratched even harder on his hands as you edged closer, you could feel little specks of blood starting to come from the injuries you caused but you didn’t care as your breathing increased, the pressure on your neck stopping you from taking a deep breath and as you felt your walls start to clench, he lifted you up again to your tips toes and finally you came but with the mix of breath play that Remus was doing your whole body went slack as your passed out for a second. Instantly Remus released the pressure on your neck and held you up against him until you’d regulated your breathing and come back to full consciousness. His arm wrapped around your midsection and he lifted you up, only taking a second to reach your bed that he threw you on face first, your limbs feeling like jelly under you to stop the fall but thanking Merlin for the soft landing and material beneath you.

The relief didn’t last long however as he moved towards you, his shirt being ripped over his head and thrown to the floor. Both of his hands wrapped around your hips, nearly covering you completely as he tugged you back, lifting slightly so you were now on your hands and knees, using the last of your strength to keep yourself upright. The sound of his trousers unzipping met your ears and before you could even look behind you, he had lined up with your entrance that was still trying to recover from his fingers and he pulled your hips back quickly as he entered you to the hilt. An animalistic noise screamed from you as your cunt burned intensely from the stretch, tears started to streak down your cheeks, he had definitely grown in size, you had never been so full before, his fingers definitely not being enough to prepare you for the invasion. Your arms gave out beneath you, face planting onto the mattress as Remus moved your body for you, his cock not leaving you completely but it took a good few thrusts before your body started to relax around him. Closing your eyes your cries turned to moans as his balls grazed your swollen clit, his cock brushing past your g-spot with each thrust, his large palms warming your hips as he tugged them back to meet him. A hand left your hip as Remus swatted your already sore arse cheek, causing you to yelp and try and move away from him but that hand quickly shot out and gripped your hair again, tugging your head, it bending back at an awkward angle, your neck straining under the pressure as his thrusts quickened, the sound of your skin slapping together ringing in your ears.

Remus started to groan louder, a sign he was reaching his peak as you were too, the new angle with your upper body bent backward was causing him to directly hit your favourite spot deep inside. His other arm quickly wrapped around you, pulling your body up further, both arms hooking into yours so you were nearly upright on your knees, his teeth bit onto the mark on your neck once more, harder this time and you knew he had definitely drawn bloody as his seed shot out whilst inside and you followed suit, screaming from the mix of pain and pleasure once more.

You were hardly aware of what was going on as Remus released your arms until you were finally face down on the bed again, you couldn’t move your limbs but Remus took control once more, moving both legs so they were now straight and in between his legs as he knelt over the back of you. Your breathing was quick and shallow, the tears still slowly dripping down your cheek leaving a patch on the bed, matching the one where your cunt lay on the bed from Remus’ seed dripping out of you. The bed creaking above you snapped you back to reality as his still hard cock started to slip back into your sensitive, pulsing pussy, another loud whine leaving you as this new angle made you feel even tighter.

This time Remus didn’t start quickly, he was doing slow deep thrusts into you, and your eyes snapped open when his thumb was forced into your mouth for you to suck on, which you did willingly for a few seconds before he pulled it out. You knew what was coming next, only one more hole left to ruin down there as his thumb pushed into your arse, as he continued his slow thrusting. You gripped onto the bedsheets as he moved the tip of his thumb in and out of you, not being too overwhelming just yet, having been used to this with the boys regularly but you just hoped he would only keep his fingers in your arse, there was no way his cock would fit. His thumb left you and his forefinger replaced it, moving all the way past his second knuckle and you subconsciously move your hips back, needing more but not understanding how you hadn’t passed out yet.

One finger turned into two and quickly turned into three and your hole was starting to burn from the stretch as he thrust his cock in your cunt and fingers in your arse at the same time, your moans sounding rough from all the screaming you had been doing.

Surprise rushed through you as he moved off of the bed, your body uncontrollably shaking and aching but he wasn’t done yet. Now you were facing the ceiling of your four-poster bed and you felt two invisible ropes attached to each of your wrists so that they were spread out like they were tied to two of the bedposts, Remus left his wand on the side, he must have quickly grabbed it whilst you were face down on the bed. Getting back onto the bed, he lifted both of your dead-weighted legs until your knees were touching your sensitive breasts and held them both there with one hand. Taking a second, you finally glanced at Remus and your insides froze, you could understand Lily’s description of feral now. His eyes were wide and frantic like they were looking into your soul, his shoulders were hunched and tense, making him look more muscular than he usually did and his lips were pulled back over his lips in a snarl, the silver scars on his face gleaming in the afternoon light. At that moment you knew you shouldn’t have been frightened but instead you felt sorry for him, you knew he would be feeling guilty when he woke tomorrow and he wouldn’t remember any of this, this you were thankful for, but he still had an entire night of pain and anger and you couldn’t stand it, another tear slipping down your cheeks.

Remus didn’t seem to notice your emotions however as spat down onto your cunt, you could feel it drip down onto your asshole and as he lined up and pushed in, another brutal scream left you as he slipped into your backside rather than your cunt. His tip was already pushing you to your limits, your wrists tugging on the invisible ropes but he held you still as he kept going until he was halfway in, the rest now slipping into you until he was fully sheathed within. He felt so impossibly deep as he started to thrust in and out of you quickly, pushing your legs hard against your chest giving him the best angle.

As you started to relax, starting to run out of energy not being able to keep this up for much longer, he moved all the way out of you and thrust back into your cunt making you clench at the invasion. Your walls were so sensitive from the friction of his last fucking you found it hard to breath as he started to alternate between fucking your broken cunt and stretched asshole. The sensation was unbelievable, he was doing it so quickly you thought he had somehow cloned his cock and was double penetrating you and soon you could feel more than just cunt juices flowing down as you squirted over him with each thrust.

Every inch of your body was on overdrive, your scalp was pulsing from him tugging on your head, your neck was burning from the mark he had given you, sure to scab and bruise, your breasts were still swollen and sensitive along with your clit, small scratches and grazes littered your body from the wall, both arse cheeks warm to the touch and your poor cunt and asshole were quivering messes, both being overused, overstretched and overstimulated. As he continued his fucking, you felt yourself starting to pass out, the pleasure still immensely flowing through your body but with the exhaustion you knew you couldn’t cum again as your body limply rocked with him, eyes closing, the sound in your ears becoming muffled.

But then it stopped. It all stopped. There was no one above you anymore and the tension on your wrists became slack. You tried to open your eyes but you couldn’t. You were vaguely aware of a hand under your shoulders and pulling you into someone's lap, a hand softly stroking the side of your face. The warm body was soothing your soreness but you still couldn’t open your eyes, slowly a voice started to creep through the buzz in your ears.

“Fuck, sweetheart please wake up, I want to see those pretty eyes, come on.” Sirius shook you slightly, trying to rouse you awake. You tried with all of your might to open your eyes but only managed to flutter your eyelids slightly.

“I’m ok, i’m ok, i’m ok” was all you managed to whisper as Sirius shouted to James and then darkness consumed you.

[pretty-little-mind33]

James Potter x fem!reader

Summary: Finding out that your ex-best friend might have smelt you in the Amortentia feels as surreal as you smelling him.

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: harassment, non-consensual touching (non-sexual), insecurities

JAMES POTTER MASTERLIST

When you hear the door to the classroom swing open, slam into the wall, and as if on cue a chorus of laughs resound around the room, you know it's James and his imbecile friends.

Your lips thin into a tight-lipped smile as you send Marlene an exhausted look.

"Gentlemen," Slughorn drones on as he turns to look at the boys, who comedically trip over themselves to find their spots in the crowd of students, "You're late." 

"Evidently, Professor." Sirius Black quips and nudges his shoulder into James. The latter smirks.

James has somehow found his way next to you. He hasn't done it on purpose but when he turns his head and sees you beside him, his smirk turns into a wide smile.

A smile that never fails to make your knees shake and your heart feel like it could explode.

"Y/n," James whispers. 

"Hi Potter," you roll your eyes, hiding a smile behind faux frustration.

You and James aren't friends. Well, unless you counted the years from ages four to eleven, when you had been inseparable. You'd grown apart these last years and while you'd cried over your lost friendship in first year, you had decided it was for the best to distance yourself from him anyway. 

Having a crush on your best friend is incredibly cliché.

Still, although you weren't friends in the same way as you had been, James has always been kind to you.

He says hello to you when he sees you in the hallway. You have had pleasant conversations in passing, and when his family occasionally has yours over – for old times sake – you both sit on the balcony outside his window and talk as if nothing has changed. 

You shift away from James a little, feeling too close to him, and cross your arms. You turn your attention to Slughorn as he clears his throat and lifts the lid from the pot, "Very well then,"

His sentence is drowned out by the soft, delicate smell that fills the room. You pin-point the scent of broom-polish immediately. Rosemary, vanilla, bergamot and cedar. Your expression falls. Bergamot and cedar. Your head spins and you wonder if James put on too much cologne this morning or if — 

Your mind suddenly goes completely blank when you feel James's breath against your ear, uttering exactly what you had been wondering, but this time about you, "Hey, did you put on more perfume than usual? I can smell it from here," his voice is teasing and you feel just a little fainter than you already had been. 

"Amortentia," Slughorn interrupts, "The most powerful love potion to exist. It smells differently to everyone, depending on what attracts them — or sometimes who attracts them," He continues on, explaining the dangers of the potion, but you aren't listening anymore. 

You look up. James has gone quiet and he's staring at the bubbling liquid, a vacant look in his eyes. Your heart clenches and you turn your head, inclining it down. You must have heard him wrong. James must have been confused.

A pit forms in your stomach when James moves away from you, leaving your side feeling empty. You hear him laugh with Remus and your hand squeezes around your arms. 

You hadn't worn any perfume this morning.

"Hey, Y/n/n," You're pulled from your thoughts when William, another Gryffindor, comes up from behind you and shoves into your shoulder so he's standing next to you.

"I knew I'd smell someone as hot as you in there," He teases, leaning in close. "Just like fucking vanilla," Williams brings his hand into your hair, twirling some strands in his fingers as he presses his nose close to your temple and inhales. 

"Hey," You move your head away, feeling disgusted. William just barks out a laugh and his arm extends to grab yours. Suddenly, you're almost pushed to the side when James stands in front of you and shoves William away. The boy bumps into the cauldron and the Amortentia spills all over the floor. 

"All three of you," Slughorn suddenly booms, his cheeks flushed crimson, "McGonagall. Now."

So you find yourself standing in the middle of James and William in McGonagall's office. The older woman is sitting at her desk, her arms crossed as she stares at you all from behind her small glasses. She looks at William first considering his shirt is drenched in the thick liquid from the Amortentia, "What happened?"

"Potter shoved me," Williams states quickly, glaring at James.

"And I'd do it again," James snarls, crossing his arms. 

McGonagall looks utterly exhausted at their bickering and turns her attention to you. "What about you, Miss Y/l/n, care to explain what happened?"

William sends you a dark look, but when you look at James his expression is soft. "William made me uncomfortable in class and when James saw, he accidentally shoved him into the Amortentia and it spilled all over."

"It wasn't an accident! He did it on purpose!" William argues like a child and James sends him a knowing smirk.

"Oh yeah, the shove was intentional," he grins wolfishly, "Although, I didn't mean to knock the potion over, Minnie," James looks over at McGonagall and this time he looks a little sheepish. McGonagall just stares at him as if he has gone insane and then she looks at you.

"You can leave, Miss Y/l/n," she says and looks back at the boys and hums, "You two may not."

You glance at James a little nervously but he sends you a reassuring smile. So, you ignore William's loud complaining and thank McGonagall as you walk out of her classroom.

* * *

A few hours later, when you're walking out of the Great Hall after dinner, you and your friends run into James again. He's also with his friends, leaning against the wall, and they're laughing obnoxiously loud.

However, when James sees you his smile widens. "Ladies," he says, crossing his arms cheekily.

"Gentlemen," your lips curl into a smirk as you nod at Sirius, Remus, and Peter. James tilts his head at his friends, his expression quirking almost as if he's annoyed that you mentioned them and not him. 

"You feeling okay?" James asks. 

You stare at him, trying to understand exactly what he means.

Does he really care or is he only asking because he's in trouble because of you. Is it mocking?

You start to overthink and James can sense it. So, he moves a little closer to you and you can smell his cologne. It sends heat creeping up your neck.

He asks again. "After what happened with William," he whispers, "when he made you uncomfortable. Are you okay?" James looks genuine and you see his hand hesitating to touch your arm.

You look up at him, staring into his eyes, "O-Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just - I didn't think anyone would have smelt me in that potion," you laugh, rambling because that's what you do when you're nervous. You can see James's expression shift into a small smile.

"You'd be surprised," he says, rubbing his nape, "Hey, can we talk in private? I wanted to ask you something?"

Once you say yes, you find yourself in a small, empty, classroom with James. You lean against a desk, hand gripping the edge as you stare at him. "What's up?" you ask. James has never asked you to talk like this.

"My mum is having one of her family dinners for Christmas," James starts, "I wanted to invite you, personally," he adds, as if he's been rehearsing. 

Usually, his mother will invite yours and then by proxy you'll show up. But, this is different. "You want me to come?" your eyebrow raises in confusion, "Personally?"

"Yeah," he sounds unsure, "I mean we're friends, right?"

Is that what we are, you want to ask him but you don't. "I didn't think we were friends anymore," You say honestly and James's expression falls.

He fiddles with his hands nervously but walks closer until he's directly in front of you. You lean away from him and into the desk, chin tilted up to look at him. 

"I'm an idiot," he whispers, looking at you intensely, "I shouldn't have let you slip out of my hands like that. I, well, miss you, a lot."

You listen to him with harsh breaths, trying to understand where this all comes from and why now.

James's hand reaches out and hovers over your cheeks until he holds you and brings you closer to his face. Your eyes round. You're so sure he'll kiss you with how close you are and by the way he's looking at you. You don't have time to make up your mind if you'd want to kiss him or not, because instead, he guides your cheek to his chest and his arms wrap around you. 

He crushes you into a hug. 

Your breath escapes you in a sigh, "James?"

"Y/n," he says your name smoothly and soothes a hand down your hair, "You smell like vanilla and cinnamon. With just a hint of freshly-mowed grass, probably because whenever I see you after a Quidditch match you always have some grass in your hair, right here," James says in a whisper and his finger traces behind your ear.

"Usually from a small tumble," he adds, "You're so clumsy sometimes."  

You pull away only to have him hold you closer. 

"I can't keep pretending I don't think about you," he admits and that sends all emotions crashing over you. You stare at him, lips parted and eyebrows creased, as you try and understand the meaning behind the words. "I smelt you in the Amortentia," James admits.

"You smelt me? You're joking."

James suddenly frowns and he watches as you practically try and sink into the desk behind you. He can take a hint and he moves away. "What? No?" 

You feel your cheeks burn hot with embarrassment. "You aren't joking?"

James's face softens and he smiles. "Of course I'm not – I smelt you and also your perfume which," his smile turns into a smirk, "I can tell you aren't wearing right now." James chuckles happily, his eyes crinkling in the corners and your heart flutters. "Merlin I gave myself away in that classroom, didn't I, love?" 

Your insides become mush at the nickname and you find yourself nodding. 

James looks at you fondly even when he says, "I understand if you don't feel the same. If I'm not the boy you like or a boy you want. I have been a foolish ass for the majority of our time here at school. I've ignored you and worse than that, I let myself forget how lucky I was to have you as my friend and I'm so sorry."

As you hear his words, you can feel tears brim in your eyes. James's fond smile disappears and he starts to panic. "Hey, hey, hey!" his hands cup around your cheeks without even thinking. "I don't want to make you cry, love. Y-you're okay," he promises frantically. 

James is so close. His cologne has invaded your senses until you can't think clearly. All you can do is lean in closer until your nose brushes his. James is surprised but when he looks into your eyes, his body relaxes as he understands what you want. You like to think it's all the years you were friends that makes it so easy for James to understand.

"You want me to kiss you?" he whispers, his voice husky and low.

You feel warm all over as his arm slides behind you and he holds your lower back, waiting for a yes so he can pull you closer. You nod, smiling. You wonder if I have to tell him he's the one you smelled in the potion or if he'll understand by the way you kiss him. 

James's lips press onto yours. He's testing the waters, making sure he's not moving too quickly or too slowly. You let your hand find his hair as you pull him closer. James's hand wraps around you and in the passion, he hoists you up onto the desk behind you and you pull him in.

You kiss him like you've never kissed anyone and it takes your hand on his chest to snap James back into reality. He gently disconnects your lips and leans his forehead on yours.

His eyes are still closed when he says, "Shh, we have all the time in the world. I don't plan on letting you slip away from me again, Y/n," he says it like a promise. Like a prayer. 

Finally, you speak, "James. I missed you," you admit in a whisper. 

James holds you closer. "I missed you more. You don't know how much you mean to me." 

You laugh, feeling how close he is and how badly he doesn't want to drop your hand. "I think I can guess," you say teasingly.

James shakes his head. "My love goes beyond any words I could possibly muster." 

You stare at him with a raised eyebrow. "Since when is James Potter such a hopeless romantic?" 

James grins, his hand sliding down to your thigh as he draws soothing circles on your skin, "He's always been a romantic, darling. He just hasn't had the chance to show you," he whispers and quickly kisses the tip of your nose. 

"Well, he can start now," you smile.

James nuzzles his nose into your shoulder. "So, does this mean that we're friends again?"

You pull away and send him a playful look. "Can this mean we're more than friends now?"

James looks into your eyes and deep in his brown ones, you can see his sincerity, "We'll be whatever you want, love," he says. He hugs you close and your face is buried in his neck. You sniff, your smile widening.

You whisper into his neck, "Bergamot and cedar."

James chuckles, still holding you, "What was that, love?"

"Nothing," you smile, simply content with holding him. 

[morwap]

𝐓𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐘’𝐒 𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑: Blowing Remus under the desk during a class

since there's no au I'm just gonna add one!

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remus was stressed. very stressed, he had been studying his ass off for months for newts and other exams. 8th year was pretty serious, a lot of time needed to be spent studying or practicing things so once you graduate you could go into whatever field you were leaning towards, it wasn't like 7th year where you could actually have fun and go to parties in the dungeons or in Gryffindor tower.

not even remus' or your birthday was celebrated with a party which you all went all out for every other year. you two would barely have seen each other if you didn't have one lesson together and agreed to study in the library together.

luckily you and remus sat beside each other in the one lesson you two have, you had turned your exam in about five minutes before remus turned his in. the exams were coming down back to back as you guys only had a few more weeks left before graduation.

sitting in the back gave you advantages plus a tall boy sat right in front of you, blocking your form from professor binns and it wasn't a you think he can't see you, he genuinely couldn't and when taking attendance he'd often not see you then laugh to himself that you were good at hiding.

from the corner of your eye, you could see remus anxiously running his hands through his hair and letting out big sighs. you looked around and saw that the only people who would see you had left right after finishing their exam since they had ancient runes.

"you alright?" you asked in a whisper, catching remus' attention, he looked at you.

"yeah just stressed" he answered, your lips curled into a smirk and remus furrowed his brows. he already knew you were up to something, now he just waited for something to happen.

you started to slip out of your chair and silently onto the floor and under the desk. your hands going to his zipper, remus smiled excitedly. that was one thing you were surprised about when getting with remus, you wouldn't expect that remus would be into this at first glance and it was a big surprise when you found out he was kinkier than you thought.

remus helped you get his cock out, and you took him in your mouth almost immediately, stimulating his cock as he grew in your mouth. sucking and licking till he was fully hard, remus' knuckles were turning white as he gripped his chair tightly.

keeping his mouth closed and making sure not to be loud, sucking from when he was soft till he came was great, it wasn't something you two did a lot but it was always something he liked.

you looked up at him as you hollowed your cheeks, feeling a prominent vein with your tongue. tasting his precum and loving how he looked relaxed but fucked out.

[fushic0re]

─ 𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐌.𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

— my works are for those 18+ only.

— do not translate, plagiarize, or repost my work.

— * indicates smut.

𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐒

time of the season

summary || “WHAT’S YOUR NAME? WHO’S YOUR DADDY? IS HE RICH LIKE ME?” – in which sirius black becomes infatuated with the young auror who joined the order.

© all rights reserved to honeystevie

[bitchyycapricorn]

I’ve been super sick but also super restless so now I’m currently in the process of writing a smutty yet extremely fluffy Young!Remus Lupin x reader fic… Here’s a small sneak peek~

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His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his lips left soft wet kisses against your exposed skin.

“It feels like bloody forever since we’ve been alone together bunny,” Remus cooed. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, making him smile against your skin. “You smell so good darling, hell you look beyond good. Has me wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He murmured between the kisses he was planting on your shoulder.

“Remus, we’ve been alone together for less than five minutes and you’re already talking about shagging me.” You jokingly scold whilst bringing your hand up to cup his jaw on the side he was kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” Remus whined. “You look so bloody gorgeous in my sweater.” His head turned slightly so he could kiss your palm while he spoke. He muttered a few soft praises into your hand before finally shuffling you both forward and onto the bed.

I’m only like 700 words in and I’ve barley scratched the surface of the plot so I promise it gets spicier <3

[slythxn]

IFHY

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader; Remus Lupin x Reader

Universe: Harry Potter: Marauders Era

Type: Smut and angry angst

Prompt: How could the heartless boy fall in love knowing she doesn’t love with her body.

Request: No

Warning: thought about past sex, masturbation, smoking, drinking, jealousy, anger, careless reader. You’ll be an evil baddie. The main character can be the antagonist sometimes. Possessiveness, and toxic relationships.

Song: IFHY- Tyler the Creator 

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: I was halfway done when IFHY came up so I had to make some alterations. Also the reader can be in any house. First Sirius smut by the way, yay! I hate how long this took and it might end up being shite. 

This is actual ass, but it took me the whole day so deal with the worst thing I’ve written.

Her head bobbed as his shaft settled inside her mouth. Sirius couldn’t contain his moaning- he never could and because of that he was grateful she casted excellent spells. Silencing spell in this case.

Sirius would often throw his head back, feeling himself twitch inside of her mouth. He adored when she would swirl her tongue around the tip when it became swollen. That was one of her skills.

And there was one thing he felt towards her.

Sirius Black fucking hated [y/n] [y/l/n].

That’s a lie- not really, but it was. Sirius Black loved her deeply. He loved that she could make him fall to his knees with just a smile. He loved the way she acted when it was just the two of them- like always.

He loved when she would suck him off until he came inside her mouth and would suck the tip off until he was done cumming. He loved the way her small hands looked around him. How it made him feel powerful or when she crawled on top of him to just kiss his neck.

Never his lips.

“The lips make people think something is deeper than it is and the only deep thing here is you inside of me... Just for fun, Black.”

I never would’ve thought that feelings could get thrown in the air ‘cause I accidentally caught that.

Opening his eyes, Sirius grunted imagining her during class. The way she acted like she didn’t know him on another level. 

That’s the way its always been and it angered him! It pissed him the fuck off because even if he tried to expose their little secret no one would believe them because the only times they’ve been seen together is in classes and when she’s talking to one of the other marauders.

Hell! She’s spent more time with James in public than him. 

If people were to tell they would simply say that Sirius Black and [y/n] [y/l/n] were strangers to each other.

-

Standing up Sirius walked towards the washroom, his towel, bottle of muggle whiskey, lighter, and his pack of cigarettes. 

Lighting a cigarette that settled between his lips, Sirius ran a hand through his hair. He wanted to scream, but instead he took a large swing of the alcohol to get rid of his anger. 

Undressing while holding the cigarette Sirius could only think about the way she just rolled her eyes when he flirted with her in front of everyone around them. He imagined what he would’ve done tonight if she hadn’t canceled their plans. 

So just as he turned on the warm water of the shower, Sirius groaned feeling himself become stiff just thinking of her nude body. Her shaking body from last night. 

Putting off the cigarette, the grey eyed boy got under the water that instead of being warm had turned boiling hot. It matched his rage, thus he didn’t bother changing it.

Ten minutes can’t go past without you brushing my thoughts. That’s fourteen forty a day so I’ll say a hundred and forty-four times. I think about you or something like that.

Sirius could hear her moans as he grabbed his own hard on, beginning to stroke up and down, remembering what had happened the night before. He felt himself twitching at the sounds of her moans. Oh how he could hear her months in this instance.

-

Hovering over her, Sirius kissed her neck so tenderly to the point that she shivered at the feeling of his soft lips against her skin. Taunting her entrance, Sirius chuckled once he finally slid inside her. Oh how he adored the feeling she gave him. 

Sirius adored her wetness and the feeling of her around him as he tenderly thrusted into her. Holding down her hips, the boy bit his lips wanting nothing more than to kiss her lips.

Her lips that in that instant formed a pleasurable ‘O’ to show him how great she was feeling with just his soft thrust. Smirking, Sirius sped up, wrapping her legs around his torso as he slammed into her, his fingers finding her mouth. 

In that instant, [y/n] took his index and middle finger in her mouth, softly sucking to avoid moaning. She felt him inside of her. She felt the way he sped up, she felt him scrapping her insides with his dick, she felt him going deeper in order to convince her he was the one despite never bringing it up, she felt his grip tighter around her hips, leaving bruises, and she felt him lean down to kiss her lips after he pulled her fingers out- but instead she moved her head to let out a moan.

With rapid and harsh thrusts, Sirius looked at her. Admiring her beauty and the way she made him feel. With her moans leaving her mouth, Sirius began rubbing her clit voraciously just like his speed as he thrusted deep into her. 

“Sirius, I’m- Oh fuck...” She moaned out as she finally came down from her own high. As she finished, Sirius pulled out, stroking himself, he watched her shaking body, her face sweaty and makeup running from when she gave him head. 

One last stroke and he came on her thighs. [y/n] didn’t move nor cared, she needed to rest and so she did. Before he could even begin to relax she was already leaving out the door.

I Love You.

- 

Stroking himself, Sirius groaned loudly, cumming all over his lower stomach, glad the shower washed away the stickiness that she often cleaned or swallowed.

“Fuck.” He whispered. Washing his hair and body, before the boy walked out. Drying himself as he took another cigarette out, Sirius sighed finishing the rest of the whiskey and his cigarette before brushing his teeth to later fall asleep.

The moonlight was the only comforting thing that night, not even his roommates asleep and not catching him, made him feel better about anything. 

-

“Wake up, asshole.” The cold feeling of his robes thrown at his face startled him. James rolled his eyes as Sirius didn’t hurry up. “We’re late, Moony and Peter never woke us up.” James groaned as he stubbed his toe trying to slide on his slacks. “Just imagine Minnie’s scowl. ‘Ten points from Gryffindor, each. Let’s you know to get an alarm clock.” 

Sirius didn’t care. He was still thinking about [y/n]. He couldn’t really pinpoint what caused this much enragement. Sure her actions did, but there wasn’t a specific reason why he had grown so angry at her in the past week.

“You seem off. You alright, snuffles?” James asked with a smirk as he put on his shoes. Sirius nodded as he just stood up putting his clothes messily. ‘Even like this girls want me. Why the fuck doesn’t she?!’ He thought to himself, an angry expression on his face now.

He let it go, after all James didn’t need to know what he had been doing previously.

-

Opening the wide doors, James smiled as he rushed next to Lily. Minerva just looked at the two annoyed. Sirius had wanted to sit next to [y/n] that day, but it seemed as Remus had taken his spot already.

“Like I was saying. Work with your partners on the reparo spell... Mr. Black would you just take your place next to Mr. Pettigrew... Thank you.” She exasperatedly spoke as he sluggishly sat next to his friend. Behind his secret courting partner and best friend.

Not even his presence made her look at him even though she could see him from the corner of her eye. Instead [y/n] sat there pointing at Remus’ paper acting like she cared about what he was saying, just wanting to feel her and his skin touching.

“Here, let me show you.” Remus spoke grabbing her wrist in order to cast the spell, but she purposely held his hand instead. A sheepish giggle left her lips and both their cheeks grew red with a wide smile on their faces before he helped her wand movement.

I fucking hate you, but I love you. I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You’re good at being perfect. We’re good at being trouble. Yeah.

In that instant Sirius threw a ball of paper at Remus just to bother him. Remus didn’t let go of her wrist as he turned around to stick his tongue out at the grey eyed boy. Sirius had let out a chuckle, but turned to look at [y/n] giving her a warning look, but instead she just rolled her eyes turning to look at Remus.

I fucking hate you, but I love you. I’m bad at keeping my emotions bubbled. You’re good at being perfect. We’re good at being trouble. Yeah.

Rage. Rage and confusion ran through his head. He even joined Remus whenever he was going to the library just to see if they’ll ever bump into [y/n]. She had begun avoiding him and the only times they would meet, it was for her to tease him.

-

“I get that I’ve been going with you, but I don’t see why I have to be dragged today.” Sirius spoke frustratedly wondering where [y/n] has been lately. How couldn’t he be frustrated. He hasn’t seen her and she doesn’t make an effort to look for him.

“Sirius shut up. We have work to do so it was best I dragged you along. It’s not like you would’ve done it anytime soon... Hey, [y/n].” There she went. Her head bowed down as she read some charms out loud, trying to walk out of the location.

She was ready to just give a smile to the person, not recognizing their voice, but once she looked at the scarred boy, she began to blush instead. “Uh, h-hi Remus...” Of course [y/n] didn’t want that to happen. Specially not with Sirius next to the tall boy, but feelings are a bitch and they can either form, grow, or disappear.

Girl, you’re fucking with my emotions.

Turning to notice Sirius, she gave him a small wave. “Let me guess, advanced classes?” Remus spoke nonchalantly. One of his hands holding all of his books now. “How did you know?! Flitwick said it’s fine if I join his advanced classes too since the rest of my classes are advanced!” 

Her smile was bright and it was enough for Sirius to smile as well. Oh how he adored her smile. There were nights when they didn’t have sex, but rather just talk about things that made them happy and many times he got to see that same joyful smile and enthusiasm. 

Pulling her into a hug, Remus smiled. His arm around her as they parted momentarily. “That’s great! I guess I’ll see you in that class now... Hey are you busy tomorrow night?” 

In that instant Sirius smirked looking her way trying to make their eyes meet, but hers never moved from Remus’. It was their night. Their time to be together and after all he couldn’t careless if they fucked. “No, not at all.” 

Shattering. That’s how he felt his heart becoming. His smirk had died and his eyes dropped in disappointment. “Oh great! So you know, Slug Club’s party, a-and we can... you know br-” 

“I would love to be your date, Rem. I thought I was about to go on my own, but I’m glad you asked.” Her cheeks became redder and her voice was softer. “I’ll see you later...” Sighing she risked kissing the corner of his lips before shyly speeding away.

“I’m pretty sure a shit ton of gits have asked you already.”

“Yeah, but they’re not you.” She smiled making Remus blush voraciously as he rubbed the back of his neck.

How cruel was love and life to make her feel anxious when the guy she had been screwing and was madly in love with, was right next to the boy she has recently become fond of.

Crazy who can make you me the happiest, can make me the saddest.

“Yeah, I’m not doing shit today, Moony.” Sirius spoke walking away before Remus could protest. He knew she would be walking around the dungeons, like she often did when reading or studying. 

-

Hearing the clicking of her heeled school mary janes, Sirius pulled her into a dark corner by the waist. She didn’t scream nor protest. Only one person did that and it was Sirius.

“Hey pretty boy.” She smiled leaning against the wall, her hand trailing to his neck, softly playing with his curls. “ The fuck are you playing at?” He asked removing her hand. Furrowing her eyebrows and raising one with a disgusted look on her face she spoke. “Huh? Fuck you mean?” She asked clutching her books as her right leg propped up against the wall.

Sirius’ arms had placed themselves against the wall on both sides of her head. Huffing in a mocking way, she rolled her eyes. “You’ve been ignoring me the past weeks, flirting with Remus, and going to a stupid party with him on one of our nights. I mean what the fuck are you doing when you know you’re mine.”

His angered expression only caused her smirk to grow. “Oh no, no, no. We specified this was just for fun and if I’m honest... My fun is running out, plus- Remus is really... sweet.” She released in a sigh, her cheeks burning up and creating a radiating red hue that made her cheeks burn more. 

Sliding down, she was able to escape Sirius’ lose cage. His face was radiating anger. How dare she, how fucking dare she speak like that when he can clearly remember when she was the one who wanted to be with him almost every night!

Oh, but Sirius- feelings change and fun is a major factor of it. 

“You better be there at night after your stupid party.” [y/n] rolled her eyes trying to walk away. “That’s if I want to.”

His jaw dropped. She would be the death of him. ‘Actually, if you even consider leaving I’ll lose a couple screws in due time, I’ll stop breathing.When I pop out of the dark to find you and the new dude that you’re seeing with an attitude. Then proceed to fuck up your evening. Make sure you never meet again.’ He thought to himself.

She will be the death of him.

“[y-” Sirius had begun but instead she took a few skips noticing his brother. “Reggie!” She exclaimed reaching him. The shy boy stopped as he heard his name. 

“Hey, [y/n].” he spoke looking at her, forcing a smile upon his lips to show he wasn’t annoyed by her presence. “I heard you’re in advanced charms... could you help me with the basics?..” She asked placing her hand on his arm. It was rather innocent and nothing like Sirius and Regulus had thought about.

Regulus’ cheeks turned a pale pink shade, repressing the instant attention. Noticing his brothers’ mop of a hair, Regulus rolled his eyes feeling played. “Sirius is bothering you, huh?” 

Rolling her eyes she looked at him. “Eh, I guess he took this direction too.” [y/n] shrugged off making Sirius gasp internally at the lack of attention. “I really need your help though. Flitwick barely aloud me to be part of the class.”  

“Yeah okay, lets go into the Slytherin common room, [y/n].” The younger sibling spoke,  pulling his good friend into the common room. 

- 

Sighing, Sirius went to his common room. He obviously seemed off to everyone as he didn’t come in loudly like every day. In fact if it wasn’t because he’s known- everyone would’ve seen it as normal.

Two of the three other marauders had followed him upstairs. They wanted to know what was wrong, but just as they were going to speak- Remus came in rushing into the dorm. “Okay, you gits. Red or Green? Do I want to look like I’m showing Gryffindor pride or Kiss ass to the Slytherin head of house?” 

Remus’ smile was wide and Sirius could tell even if he didn’t look at the lanky boy. Sirius had laid down as he lit a cigarette. “Kiss ass.” He spoke, the rest thought it was him answering his question in which shirt to wear, but it was a statement. A statement of how angry he was that [y/n] is choosing Remus over him.

James just laughed, sitting on the corner of his bed. “You don’t even have a date.” Raising a finger, Remus looked at him with a wide smile. “Ha, that’s where you’re wrong. I asked [y/n] and she said yes.” James whistled and Peter laughed as he clapped.

‘Cause when I hear your name I cannot stop cheesing. I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you leave.

“You didn’t ask her, she just guessed because your arse couldn’t even say it.” If it wasn’t for the fact that the others were still happy, they would’ve questioned their friend’s attitude, but they didn’t.

-

The next day Sirius wasn’t any better. Every person that came across her path caused a giant anger to burn inside of him. He poured pumpkin juice all over Severus when he had gone to hand her his potions book for the class she missed.

They weren’t friends, but they were acquaintances and all they ever had was purely academic. 

He tried tripping Regulus when he saw them walking in the courtyard on their way to Professor Flitwick’s private session with the both.

A simple third year had asked her if she could help him with Defense against the dark art after the professor told him she could tutor the young boy. A damn third year. He almost got hit with the stupid pranking toys the Marauders had around. 

James took a blow too. No one could deny [y/n] enjoyed James’ stories and jokes and when the two are together. It’s a loud chaos. That angered Sirius. Why would she be confident and laugh in public with James, but not Sirius, 

So he spilled a bottle of ink on James’ white sweater. He had a good excuse. James had asked him to pass over his parchment, ink, and quill to make a stupid drawing. Sirius had loosen up the cap before handing it over. 

So as he pretended to trip, the ink spilled all over his sweater and some on [y/n’s] thigh. “Fuck.” He said trying to suppress a smile. “Sorry, dude.” He spoke making [y/n] roll her eyes as she took out a rag. “You’re lucky I carry rags for this.” Handing him the rag, James took of his sweater. “I doubt it’ll come off.” He spoke rubbing off as much as he could.

Using a spell to take the rest off, [y/n] packed up. “I’ll see you gits later. I have to get ready.” She spoke a smile on her face. “Hurry up, James. Lily has a surprise.” She spoke softly, winking at the boy before exiting the library.

Sirius had followed behind her, only a few steps short before she turned around to glare at him. “Sod off.” She spoke angrily. This was the first time he had seen her angry at him.

And I’m grieving and my heart starts bleeding. Life without you has no God damn meaning. Sorry I’m passive aggressive for no God damn reason. It’s that my mood changes like these God damn seasons

“I-I ju-”

“Shut the fuck up, Sirius. We said it was all for fun. No feelings attached only sex. That’s all it was and by now you should know that I fancy Remus, so stop. I can’t find another way to tell you that what we had- it’s over. I’m over it and I don’t want it anymore. I don’t like it anymore. I like Remus and I wan’t Remus so stop tormenting innocent boys who don’t even fancy me or want me for one thing like you do. I get that you want sex and all, but I don’t want it from you anymore. You damn well know there’s a shit ton of girls who would ride your dick so choose one of them. And if you do feel something- then I’m sorry you fell for the wrong person. I warned you, but you decided to take this risk.” 

She didn’t understand why she blew up, but she had to. Sirius had started to become a drag and possessive over something or someone that wasn’t his nor wanted him.

But he wanted her and loved her, but now it was clear that she just wanted his body... temporarily.

Come on, come on, baby. Ooh, even though I hate you, I still love you and Salem, I know I’m passive aggressive. I’m sorry, fuck.

“No [y/n], wait! I don’t want just that...” He tried to reason, but her eye roll was enough. “I- I don’t care. Remus might already be waiting for me.”

She walked away releasing her hair from the ponytail James had done to see what to do when he played with Lily’s hair.

-

It was over and in the eyes of everyone here- she was the worst, but she’s you...

To Sirius though, she was still everything he wanted.

He got to see her. 

He got to see her in the emerald green dress he adored and that soon heard was Remus’ favorite too. 

That night no one knew what went on with Sirius. He had disappeared for a week, but what he did that night was simple.

With James’ cloak, he had sneaked into the Prefects bathroom. Undressing he threw himself unto the vast bath filled to the rim with bubbles. In one fand bourbon and in the other his usual cigarette.

Laughing, he blew the smoke. His hair sticking to the side of his face and alcohol occasionally spilling into the scalding water. “Im in love, love, love. I’m in love, love, love, love, love, love...” He sang glad that his wet face made his tears blend in with water.

If it wasn’t for that imaginary scenario, Sirius wouldn’t have left.

“Yo, why is Sirius such a fucking dick?” Lily asked, holding onto James. “He isn’t such a badass actually. He’s only here cause he ran away because some shit happened back home.” James responded laying back on the couch of his house. 

“He’s actually a dweeb.” [y/n] spoke kissing Remus’ lips.

Kissing. 

Something she never planned on doing with Sirius.

[quindolyn]

Hurtin' || James Potter

Word Count: 840

A/N: It has been 84 days since I last wrote and writing this little piece made me realize how much I miss it. With school and such I have been immensely overwhelmed and any time not dedicated to school has been spent trying to relax instead of writing which I am deeply sorry for. Since it's been so long since I've written and even longer since I've written consistently I hope this isn't too bad. I wrote it pretty quickly.

Content Warnings: Dom!reader, sub!Jamesie, mommy kink, mentions of marks from tight clothes, specifically a bra

You could be truly, exceptionally, stubborn at times; to the point where sometimes it shocked even you.

As the straps of your bra fell from your shoulders you let out a content sigh, invisible knots in your shoulders unraveling as the tight constraints you had been subjected to all day fell from your body.

You gently lifted the flesh of your tit, giving you a view of the ugly red mark that marred the underside of your breasts along your ribcage. A gentle hiss left your lips as you gingerly traced the prominent mark with the tip of your finger. It wasn’t the first time such a mark had been left on your skin, you’d grown out of the bra you wore that day many moons ago but couldn’t bring yourself to give it away.

The bra wasn’t anything all that special, pretty no doubt with its black lace detailing on the cups and small bow sitting pretty between the swells of your breasts, but nothing that couldn’t be replaced. Especially if you’d told James about it, you knew without a doubt that that boy would always jump to do anything for you, it was just a plus if it involved buying you things, particularly if the item in question was lingerie. It was just that the bra made your tits look so good, providing the right amount of support to have them spilling over your top, edges of the black lace material visible from under low necklines.

Twisting your head though you saw that the mark made a full ring around your body, looking just as painful along your back.

Casting your eye downward to where the discarded garment laid on the floor, the thought that it might finally be time to get rid of the bloody thing crossed your mind just before two strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against a warm, muscled stomach and from your contemplations.

“This doesn’t look good Mommy,” James’ recognizable voice grumbled in your ear, muffled by his lips being pressed against your neck. His much larger fingers danced across the same mark yours had, brows furrowed as he eyed the underside of your breasts in the mirror.

“Beauty’s pain Jamesie, bra’s just too bloody small.”

“Stupid bra, hurtin’ my Mommy.” The furrow of his brows formed into a full on pout as he started rubbing the afflicted skin with more and more force. Big baby never really realized how strong he was.

“Careful baby,” You scolded lightly, catching his wrist in your palm, “Don’t wanna hurt y’Mommy, do you?”

Black, fluffy curls furiously shook against your neck, tickling your jawline, “No Mommy m’sorry,” As he spoke his hands flew from your ribcage to the curve of your waist, massaging the flesh with his palms.

“It's okay pretty boy,” Your hands moved to cup his where they laid as his lips peppered kisses from the crook of your neck up to your right shoulder.

“No s’not okay, stupid bra hurt my Mommy.”

You couldn’t help but giggle at the sheer adorableness of him, his words, the way his big hazel eyes gazed at you in the mirror. Your head fell back onto the strong, muscled plane of his shoulder, pressing your cheek against his own, despite your bare back being pressed against his naked chest it was this skin to skin contact, the intimacy of your faces being so close to each other that sent shivers down your spine and lit a fire in your cheeks, being so close to him made you downright giddy.

“You wanna kiss me better baby?” You turned your head so that your nose bumped his cheek, small acne scars visible in the dim light of your bedroom.

A smirk formed on your lips as you watched the skin of his cheeks redden as he nodded gently against your shoulder, the side of his face rubbing against the tip of your nose.

“Use your words little boy.” Your hands snaked up from where they rested over his to cup the sides of his face, warm under your palms.

His arms squeezed you tighter at your teasing, embarrassment and arousal fighting for dominance inside of his pretty little head as the telltale fogginess already started to creep into, and cloud his consciousness.

“Yes, Mommy.” His voice was meek, truly pathetic as he just managed to gulp the words out.

“Yes, Mommy what?” You were wicked, and you knew it. And he loved it.

“Yes, Mommy, wanna kiss your titties better.”

“That wasn’t so hard now was it baby?” A pause, as you waited for him to respond.

He finally managed to murmur meekly, “No, Mommy.”

“That’s what I thought,” Condescension dripped from your voice as your hands fell back to their previous position on top of his. You gently pried his fingers from the fat of your hips that they gripped, giving his whines of protest no mind.

“Now go lay on the bed and take off your pants.”

Merlin, you’d never seen someone move faster.

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[roonilwazlibimagines]

sorry if u feel like this question is repeated over n over but what kinks does each marauders has?

You can see who I have done my 5 kinks for here but this is the first kink that comes to my mind for each of them

James - daddy kink

Remus - breeding kink

Sirius - hair pulling kink

Lily - overstimulation

Regulus - choking

Lucius - spanking

[anordinarymuse]

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