#marauders fanfic

[brokenmenswhore]

helloooo do u think u could do a poly marauders smut where they all get jealous and punish reader 😁

absolutely i do

punish | poly!marauders

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, & sirius)

warnings: choking, rough sex (MDNI 18+), smut, spanking, triple penetration (including anal)

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“You’re joking. I mean, you have to be joking, right?”

You toyed with your fingers, watching your hand movements in an effort to keep your head down and avoid eye contact as your legs began to shake, your feet reaching the floor as you sat on the edge of your bed. “I’m sorry, it just felt like something I should tell you-“

“It felt like something you should tell us? Fucking hell, angel, you can’t be agreeing to dates with other guys when you’re with us.”

You sighed, protesting, “but it’s not a date! He just needs help studying, I just thought it would be weird if I didn’t tell you.”

“If it’s something you have to sit us down and tell us about, doesn’t that set off a red flag?” James asked calmly, trying to level with you.

“I mean, not always,” you admitted, “I kinda have to do this with Sirius every time I even breathe the same air as a boy.”

Sirius was pacing back and forth in front of your bed, but he stopped when you spoke his name, turning toward you. “Do not act all innocent with me, you know you lead them on.”

“I don’t!” you protested.

Sirius was frustrated, his nostrils flaring as he gripped your jaw, forcing your head upward and your eyes to look at him.

“Look me in the eyes and try to tell me you didn’t say yes to him, knowing we would have an issue with it.”

“I-“

“That’s what I thought,” Sirius spat, “you knew how we would react, yet you agreed to it anyway.”

“You don’t control my decisions.”

You knew what you were doing by talking back to Sirius. He knew you made your own choices, but the truth was, you made this choice because you knew it would piss your boyfriends off. When they were jealous, they were mean.

Sirius tightened his grip. “What did you just say to me?”

“Take it easy, Sirius,” Remus said, approaching you two, “she’s clearly doing it to get a rise out of you.”

Sirius stared into your eyes. “Are you?”

Instead of responding, you couldn’t help but let out a small giggle, which was the wrong thing to do.

Sirius pulled you to a stand by your jaw, spinning you around and pushing your front down, folding you onto the mattress.

“Something funny?” Sirius asked, and you shook your head no, your breath taken away by the haste of his action.

Remus leaned over the other side of the bed, his chin resting against the mattress, his face level with your own. “I tried to stick up for you, but unfortunately I think you’re going to miss your date.”

“It’s not a d-“

Before you could finish your retort, Sirius connected his palm with the flesh of your ass, causing your body to jolt slightly forward.

You gasped at the sudden pain, and Remus stuck his lower lip out, hyperbolically pouting. “Poor baby, did that hurt? Maybe you shouldn’t agree to dates with other guys.”

You sighed. “But I told you it-“

Sirius hit you again, harder this time. You nearly squeaked at the surprise of the feeling.

“Just stop talking, baby,” James said. He was standing somewhere behind you, near Sirius, but you couldn’t see him. He was always the nicest to you, and his brain felt bad when you were being punished, as much as his cock disagreed.

Sirius flipped your skirt up and pulled your underwear down your legs, exposing you from behind to your boyfriends.

“James, care to take over?” Sirius asked, backing away from your body.

James smiled, dropping to his knees, his face level with your core. You couldn’t see what was happening, but you knew it was James from the way he slowly darted out his tongue, tasting between your folds as his hands came to hold your waist, keeping you in place.

James was by far the most skilled with his tongue, so the boys elected that he would be best equipped to work you up properly.

You rested the side of your head against the sheets, whining softly as James began to taste you, swirling his tongue around your bud and sucking on your clit.

It was difficult for you to stay quiet, especially with James between your legs. The more he worked you up, the louder he became.

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Shut up,” Remus demanded.

You couldn’t help but continue to moan and whine as James flicked your bud, causing your legs to shake slightly as he grabbed your ass, pressing his face even closer into your cunt.

“I said shut up,” Remus warned, “bad girls don’t get to make noise.”

“I’m not a bad girl,” you protested.

Remus gave you a wide-eyed stare. “You really wanna be punished today, huh?”

You only squealed in response when James’s tongue began to move faster and faster, trying to coax you to climax.

Remus bent down next to you and clasped a hand over your mouth, shutting you up since you wouldn’t do so yourself.

Your moans were muffled under his hand, which only worked James up more. He wanted to watch you struggle, and he wanted to make you moan so loud that it wouldn’t matter if Remus’s hand was covering your mouth or not.

You gripped the sheets, trying to steady yourself. Sirius, who was suddenly behind you, lifted one of your legs until it was bent on the bed, giving James even easier access to your core. You were even more on display for the boys with your skirt forcibly pushed up around your waist.

You were whining freely underneath Remus’s hand, your orgasm threatening to crash over you at any moment. Just when you began to squirm from the near overstimulation, James pulled away, bending his body identically over yours and moving his hand to insert a finger into your core.

You tried to press your forehead into the sheets, but Remus’s grip on your mouth was too tight. As James began to ruthlessly move his finger in and out of you, his unoccupied hand pressed the side of your head into the mattress.

“You wanna come?” he whispered into your ear, and you did your best to nod your head, but it was nearly impossible.

Just as you began to squeeze around James’s finger, he pulled completely away from you, leaving your core feeling empty and your body cold due to his body no longer against yours.

Your cunt clenched around nothing, the empty feeling causing you to wiggle your ass in an attempt to get one of the boys to give you the attention you now craved.

“Flip.”

Remus’s voice was strict, your body reacting to his instruction as you stood and turned over, laying back down on the bed. Finally facing upward, you could see what was going on.

Remus stood between your legs and pulled you toward the edge of the bed. You leaned yourself up on your elbows, but Sirius was way ahead of you, gripping your wrists and pinning your arms on either side of your head.

Remus pulled down his pants, lining the tip of his cock up with your entrance.

“Gotta remind you who you belong to, hm?” Remus said, slowly pushing the head of his cock into you.

He quickly pulled it back out, teasing your entrance as Sirius held your wrists down, watching you squirm and writhe in need and anticipation.

“Actually, I don’t know,” Remus said, continuing to tease you, “seems you might have already forgotten who’s you are.”

You furiously shook your head no, trying to demonstrate that you hadn’t forgotten you were theirs. You were so desperate to feel Remus inside of you, that you would have done anything to get him to fuck you already.

“Tell us you’re ours,” Sirius demanded, his face next to yours as he stood on the opposite side of the bed, still holding your wrists.

“I am, I’m yours-“

“So then you shouldn’t have agreed to date another guy,” James said, cutting you off.

The moment James’s sentence finished, Remus slammed his entire length into you, causing your body to hit forward.

You cried out, and Sirius dropped your wrists, instead opting to cover your mouth with one hand and your neck with the other.

Remus began to snap his hips in and out, not giving you an adjustment period before he began to ruthlessly fuck you. You didn’t dare move the positioning of your arms, keeping them up as you gripped the sheets beside your head.

You tried to moan and whine, but Sirius had a firm grip on your throat and was using the hand over your mouth to press your head deeper and deeper into the mattress.

Tears threatened to spill from the intensity, which was involuntary, but was also Sirius’s favorite thing.

“Aweh, poor baby, you gonna cry?” Sirius mocked.

You couldn’t help the slight hiccups that came as you cried, which only egged Sirius on more. “You don’t wanna be punished anymore, hm? Then maybe you shouldn’t be saying yes to other guys like a filthy fucking whore.”

You tried to nod your head in protest that no, you were not a filthy fucking whore, and you didn’t say yes to other guys, but you could barely move.

Remus was gripping your hips with no remorse, nearly bruising the skin from the pressure. He leaned over you, adding onto Sirius’s words as he whispered in your ear with each thrust, “filthy. Fucking. Whore.”

You were trying to catch your breath from your cries, but you could only take deep breaths through your nose. The boys were amused watching you struggle, and Remus was fucking you hard, consumed with his own pleasure and hellbent on denying you yours.

Your walls began to clench around Remus, and he immediately pulled out, bending over to steady himself. He had denied himself an orgasm in order to prevent yours. Still, he backed away from you, no intent to finish himself off when you were right there.

Sirius let go of your mouth and neck, but only to shift positions with the boys. You took the opportunity to immediately cry, “please, Rem, please, I need it-“

“Sh,” James took over, “I’m sorry, bunny, but this is a punishment, and you know what that means, don’t you?”

You sniffled, “I don’t get to come until all of you do.”

“Good girl,” James said, “stand up for a second for me, yeah?”

You stood, your legs shaking as James laid down on the mattress and patted his lower stomach. You crawled back onto the bed, swinging one leg over his waist to straddle him.

He was already unclothed, and Sirius was the same, appearing behind you as he knelt on the bed between James’s legs.

You looked between the two boys in confusion before your eyes widened in realization.

“Siri, I can’t-“

Sirius could tell you were nervous, so he dropped the intense wall for a brief moment to ask you for your consent.

Despite your tears, you nodded yes, wanting to please them but also aware that you could absolutely handle it.

“Up,” James tapped the side of your thigh, prompting you to raise your hips. He gave himself a few lazy strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. You slowly sank down onto his length, sighing in appreciation at the feeling of being filled again.

When you were all the way down, James pulled your body against his, holding you tightly as he stilled inside of you.

Sirius had already lubricated his cock in preparation, bending down to bite the flesh of your ass before lining his tip up with your other hole.

James held you tightly as Sirius pushed just his tip inside, a long gasp leaving your lips at the sudden intrusion.

You buried your face into the crook of James’s neck as Sirius slowly inserted himself into your ass. If you let out a particularly high squeak, Sirius stilled for a moment, but otherwise he moved as slow as he possibly could until his entire length was inside of you.

James lifted his head off the bed to peek at where your three bodies connected, bridged through you, and you took the opportunity to grab the back of James’s head, desperate for anything other than the mattress to ground yourself on.

You stayed in your position, heavy breathing as you adjusted to both boys, Sirius grabbing your hips and James’s arms remaining wrapped around your torso.

“Tell us when we can move, doll,” Sirius said, his composure faltering.

You gave it a few minutes, allowing the pain to subside as your hole stretched, before telling the boys, “I’m okay.”

James and Sirius exchanged a look, and James smiled wide as he slowly pushed his hips upward, stimulating your cunt. You moaned from the sudden movement, holding James close to you as he loosened his grip around your body, shifting and holding the sides of your torso as he moved, trying his hardest to keep you from bouncing. He was afraid of hurting you due to Sirius, but it was hard to hold back when you were on top of him with two cocks inside of you.

James set a steady pace, not nearly as rough as Remus, but not slow either. After a few minutes of adjusting to James, Sirius tightened his grip on your hips in warning.

You inhaled a sharp breath in anticipation right before Sirius slowly pulled a tiny bit out, pushing back in to test the waters. You nearly collapsed even more onto James’s body, but Sirius���s grip kept your hips tilted upward.

Sirius began to move in and out slowly, cautious of just how far back he pulled out with each stroke. It hurt like hell for a moment before the pain subsided, and all you could feel was pleasure twice over.

“Fuckin’ hell,” James moaned, throwing his head back against the pillows as both he and Sirius worked you up.

They tried to stay in a rhythm, one pushing in while the other pulled out, but quickly became too engrossed in the act to worry about the other one’s pacing.

You were still crying softly, whining and whimpering at a much higher pitch than you usually did.

Sirius smacked your ass, causing you to throw your head back and moan. He took the opportunity to grip your hair, keeping your head in position. At the new angle, James could see your face clearly, and he couldn’t look away.

“Who do you belong to?” Sirius asked.

You nearly choked trying to speak. “You.”

Sirius balled your hair up into a ponytail, signaling James to take over the hold. James grabbed your hair, pulling until your head was turned to look at where Sirius connected his body with yours.

Your holes were so tight around both boys that they both knew they wouldn’t last long.

“Looks so fuckin’ good,” James said, “you like it when Sirius and I fuck you at the same time?”

You only moaned in response, but that wasn’t good enough. Sirius spanked you again, and you looked him dead in his eyes, swallowing your pride and embarrassment and saying, “I love it when you fuck me at the same time.”

Sirius groaned at your words, especially the sight of you speaking them while looking him in the eyes, and he subsequently picked up the pace.

There was a sudden tap on your jaw, and you cocked your head upward to see Remus kneeling in front of you, lazily stroking his cock in front of your face.

“You wanna be a good girl?” he asked you.

You nodded your head yes, and before he could even instruct you to open your mouth, you stuck your tongue out, ready for him.

He gave you a smile in return before he pushed his cock past your lips. You struggled to move your head, your body rocking in all directions from the two boys already inside of you, and Remus noticed instantly.

“Sh, sh, keep your head still, that’s it, good girl,” Remus spoke, gently holding the back of your head as he began to thrust his hips forward into your mouth.

Every few hits, his cock grazed the back of your throat, causing you to gag a moan. The sound and sight drove Sirius over the edge, and his thrusts became harder and sharper.

James didn’t calm down as Sirius became more intense, and Remus didn’t care about either of them.

Sirius hit a final few thrusts before he pulled out of you, spilling his seed onto your ass and hips, watching as it dripped down the curves of your body.

Remus was the second to come, so worked up from earlier that he knew he would be done for within minutes, and he was right. His come shot to the back of your throat, and you swallowed the entire load, sticking your tongue out to show him you had done so.

You dropped your head in a desperate attempt to relax as James continued to thrust up into you. You were fighting with everything you were to keep from coming, and you desperately needed James to release so you could, but he was arguably being the meanest of them all.

Every time he would feel himself approaching his climax, he would force himself to slow down. He was greedy, and now that Remus and Sirius were done, he had you all to himself. He knew you were fucked out, but he also knew you hadn’t come yet, and wanted to savor the journey.

“Jamie, please-“ you cried.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispered in your ear.

“I’m yours, I’m all of yours-“

“No no, baby, tell me you’re mine.”

You moved to hold yourself up on either side of James’s head, looking down at him as you spoke softly so that only he could hear, “I’m yours, James, all yours.”

Your words were enough for him.

He came inside of you, his leg muscles spasming as he hit deep within your cervix.

He came down from his high inside of you, pulling out and lifting you upward, his hands on your hips as he shifted you to lay down on the bed.

You rested your back against the sheets, looking at your three boyfriends, nervous and expectant.

“I don’t know, do you think you deserve to come?” Sirius asked.

You furiously nodded your head yes, the aching between your legs growing. You were tired, but you were desperate.

“I just don’t know-“

“Please,” you begged.

“Sirius, c’mon,” James bargained, running his fingers through his hair, “she did great. Just let her come already.”

Sirius looked to Remus, who was way ahead of him.

Remus took his position between your legs, gently spreading them apart as you whimpered.

“Sh, you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you responded, “I’m alright.”

“You ready for me?”

“Please,” you breathed out.

Remus slowly inserted himself into you, your back arching up off the bed from the overstimulation.

For the first time the whole time you’d been getting punished, Remus leaned down and kissed you. You nearly choked on tears from the happiness and relief that came from the feeling of his lips on yours. While you enjoyed the roughness and punishment, it was nice to be grounded back to safety and intimacy.

Remus continued to kiss you as he fucked you, never moving too fast for fear that he may hurt you. You were overstimulated and edged enough that within few minutes, you came hard around Remus, never breaking the kiss as you whined into his mouth.

Remus didn’t pull away as your legs shook rapidly. You rested them flush against the mattress, and Remus slowly pulled out of you, giving you one final kiss before rolling off of you.

You caught your breath, unable and unwilling to move from your position from pure exhaustion.

“Gonna get you cleaned up and then we’ll all relax together, okay?” Sirius cooed, wiping the sweat-soaked hair away from your face.

“Thank you,” you said as he gently maneuvered a washcloth between your legs.

When you were cleaned up, James lifted you off the bed, and Remus pulled the sheets down before James placed you back down, pulling the sheets up over you and shifting into bed next to you. Remus joined you on the other side.

“Fuck you guys, where am I supposed to go?”

You shifted slight forward, and Sirius took the hint, climbing over everyone to seat himself directly behind you. You rested back against his chest, exhaustion consuming your body as you fell into a sleep that meant you would most certainly miss your “date.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

doorstep - april 8 - jegulus - @taylorswiftmicrofic - word count: 284

He’d spent the last month in an ill-concealed panic. Ever since Sirius had shown up on James’s doorstep, broken, bloody, and alone, James had been a wreck.

Of course, he tried to hide it. To pretend it was only concern for Sirius and his recovery. And, obviously, he was worried. He’d spent every moment of the first few days by Sirius’s bedside, comforting him and nursing him back to health, refusing to leave even when his mother offered to take a shift. But even as he cracked weak jokes just to see the other boy smile, his brain was occupied. Full of terror. Because one of the Black brothers, one of the most important people in his life, wasn’t here with him.

Sirius didn’t seem to suspect. He was still putting himself together, he had no ability to pay attention to James’s struggles, and for that, James was thankful. He didn’t want to put more on someone who had been through so much.

But as the days went by, the taller boy grew more and more restless. He contemplated grabbing his broom and flying to London himself.

Until one evening, there was a knock at the door.

“Regulus?” Effie’s voice wrenched James from his daydreaming and yanked him to his feet, which propelled him without a single thought. 

He ran past a stunned-looking Sirius, bounded past a confused-looking Monty, and pushed past an oddly not shocked Effie, not stopping until he scooped the younger boy into his arms. “Reg,” he murmured into black curls, hugging him so tight he might have been nervous to hurt the Slytherin if he’d been thinking straight.

But he wasn’t. All he could think was ‘thank Merlin, he’s safe.’

[pinkdaiisies]

I HATE MODERN AU’S

[uhhlifeig]

Pepperup Potion - April 8 - word count: 238 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Sirius woke up with a pounding headache and a throat that was drier than the desert.

Shit. He couldn’t be sick today- he had work to finish.

So he stumbled out of bed and got dressed, trying to make himself feel better. Maybe if deluded himself enough his body would believe it?

It was to no avail. He still felt like he was about to pass out at a moment's notice.

He had to be strong, though. For his friends. 

The last time he was weak-

No. He didn’t want to feel worse.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his boyfriend stretch and get out of bed, still barely registering what was going on.

“Hey, Pads,” Remus said, all gangly limbs and no coordination. He leaned against the doorway for support, blinking blearily at Sirius. “You alright?”

“Fine,” Sirius stuttered. “Why?”

“Mmmh… no. Go back to bed,” Remus mumbled, teetering forward and latching onto Sirius’s arm. “Snuggle, c‘mon.”

“Fine,” he sighed, letting his boyfriend drag him back to bed. He was secretly glad, though- he didn’t want to go to class.

“Grab a Pepperup Potion,” Remus frowned as Sirius got into the bed, their bodies pressed together. “You don’t look so good.”

Sirius grabbed one from the nightstand drawer, popping the cap open and downing it. “This better?”

Remus hummed in assent, his eyes already half-closed. “Sleep, seren. Love you.”

“Love you too,” Sirius mumbled.

[urbanallegory]

prompt: wolfsbane potion, april 5

@wolfstarmicrofic 768 words

“Lupins,” said Sirius, pointing at the feather-duster-like flowers poking out of long grass, the small area they let grow wild at the back of their garden. He tilted his head, made eye contact with Remus. “Almost as beautiful as you, my darling.”

He walked around, giving Remus the rundown on the newest additions to their garden, describing in earnest how each plant was doing.

“They take nitrogen from the air and keep it in their roots—” he pronounced nitrogen slowly, nit-ro-gen, still unfamiliar with the muggle science terms he’d picked up from borrowed gardening books—“it goes into the soil, providing food to the other plants…”

It was eight days until the next full moon and Remus had come home to an empty house and an open back door. Through this he had seen Sirius pottering around outside, work trousers wet at the knees and shirt sleeves rolled up, glistening with sweat under the warm afternoon sun. He stomped around in bright yellow welly boots (which he insisted on wearing even when it was dry as day—“It’s what real muggle gardeners wear, Moony.”) and picked some of the garden’s offerings with soil-blackened gardening gloves.

It was an odd combination of an outfit: it told him Sirius had gone right to the garden immediately after work. Remus smiled a little at this act of dedication, and he had dropped the groceries he’d bought on their kitchen counter before stepping outside.

Sirius was bent over at one of the vegetable patches nearest to their house: snipping leaves from the purple-flowering mandrakes, pushing past tall stems of fava beans and low-growing florets of spinach that he’d planted in the same plot.

“Why spinach?” Remus asked, in lieu of greeting, sitting down on an overturned bucket, his long limbs folding awkwardly. He watched as Sirius gathered a bundle of mandrake leaves together with string before tossing them into the wicker basket at his feet. “I always wondered.”

“Suppresses weed growth,” said Sirius, turning to look at him. Smiling like he always did when he saw Remus. “Prevents anything from interfering with the growth of your precious mandrakes.”

“Speaking of which,” added Sirius, walking past Remus to a large potted plant that was sitting in a tray of water, “The fucking snails have gotten to our sopophorous beans.”

Sirius looked miserably at the plant, and Remus followed his gaze. When he squinted he could make out half-bitten holey leaves, several chunks missing from the bean pods. “You can survive a wizarding war,” said Remus teasingly, “But you can’t stop some snails from getting to a plant?”

“These snails have got to have some high-level strategising abilities,” huffed Sirius. “Like look—how the fuck did they cross all that water? Can snails swim?”

“I didn’t think so…oh!” said Remus, “Is that—” He got up slowly, using his cane, and made his way beside Sirius to peer closer at the plant. “Shit. Are they asleep? Did they eat the beans?”

“Yeah,” said Sirius. “Fucking wiped out. Good thing we’ve still got enough for the Wolfsbane potion—I don’t know what we’ll do next month though…”

Remus leaned down and picked up a snail lying in the wet soil around the plant. He held it up, peering at it closely. “This shit is meant to make me sleepy, not you,” he said to it. “I can’t fault you for wanting a nap, but just don’t nibble my sopophorous beans to make it happen.”

Sirius grinned, stepping towards Remus so the snail was between their faces. “He’s being very serious,” he explained to the snail. “You do not want to meet a transformed werewolf that isn’t sleepy.”

Together they moved the snails to the back of the garden, beside the lupins. (“There,” said Sirius. “They’ll eat you whole instead.”) Remus sat back on his bucket and watched as Sirius gathered a handful of the least-bitten bean pods, then some green-ish white hellebore flowers.

Then, finally—taking out a key to unlock the cage they kept the highly-poisonous wolfsbane plant in—Sirius took several cuttings of this last ingredient, his gloved hands gentle with the deadly flowering plant.

They had everything they needed now: the other ingredients Remus had already bought. As per their routine, Sirius would spend the evening brewing the potion, serving it in Remus’ favourite mug each night for the next week.

When the full moon came, Remus would transform in their living room, Sirius changing into Padfoot, both of them curling up together in a pile of pillows and blankets on their worn-out sofa, the smell of Sirius’ cooking—of lovingly home-grown herbs and vegetables—lingering in the air.

[insomniacirl]

Marauders ice hockey au

JAMES

PETER

SIRIUS

REMUS

[marawrders]

it takes all my will not to blab all the spoilers to my fanfic on this site istg I just tell it all to my best friend (the James to my Sirius) and feed off of her excitement bc I'm a fic writer and she's a fic reader she said my plans are genius btw

[rabidlittlestrawberry]

I wish I had infinite time to write (or that I was faster) because when I say the entirety of Suburban Legends is just sitting inside my mind… rotting

[randommmthoughts]

Influencer!Sirius - Part 6 - 844 words - slightly suggestive content

The conversation shifted, but Sirius kept thinking about it. How would he react to his usual content? Most of the time he just showed off his muscles, a little smirk, a wink. He didn’t get what was attractive about it half of the time. He just played into what his comments said. The comments. Those should help, right?

Lying in his bed, he opened the reactions to his latest post. It had been another masked man video. Sirius didn’t get the appeal of that at all, but his fans had been asking for it for ages and it had worked like a charm.

@hereforthevibess

OMG LOVED THIS VIDEO YOU ALWAYS MAKE MY DAY SIRIUS

@zoned.out.the.comfortzone

If only some mysterious handsome man would tie me up and look at me like that

@SmuttyBookworm

IKR?? I would beg him to tie me up and use me

@dontwanthim

Excuse me? Where is your dignity? Your shame? Your house? Your bedroom?

@SmuttyBookworm

why is this video 5 hours long?

brb from ao3. need to get this out of my system

Sirius remembered now why he usually just skimmed his comments. He loved his fans but they could be really unhinged. “If only some mysterious handsome man would tie me up and look at me like that” “IKR?? I would beg him to tie me up and use me”

The next video he clicked on was not one as a character. He had reached a milestone, and since many fans had wanted him to record him doing pushups while telling a story, he had.

The deal had been three minutes of doing push ups. Sirius had told his followers he would not be able to do that, but he had been tasked to just switch to another exercise if he really could not hold on anymore.

He hadn’t really understood why they had wanted that for a patreon video, but started to understand really quickly. Sirius visited the gym often, but after half a minute his breath had sped up significantly. When his first grunt got out, 41 seconds in, you could see the realization dawning on him.

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“Bastards,” he mutters. A big inhale. You could see his arms trembling. Bare stomach tensing. A glimpse of the muscles on his back in the mirror at his feet.

“Here I was thinking you just wanted to stare at my body.” He gives up on his story. It hadn’t really been about anything anyway. “But I clearly-” a rasped breath. “Clearly underestimated you.”

Up. Down. “You wanted to listen to me making pretty noises for you, huh?” Sirius squeezes his eyes shut, teeth clenching down on his lip but a soft groan comes out anyway. “If I had known this.” Sirius’ breaths were heavy now. Panting in between his words. “I would have waited before my- ngk- my roommate was gone.” His cheeks, already a little pink from the exercise, color some more.

Sirius stops talking. His pants and soft grunts fill the video. “I don’t think… I can do… this much longer.” His eyes flick to the scream. “I will stop at ninety seconds.” Two more pushups and then Sirius crashes on the ground.

A few seconds later he seems to realise his promise. “Shit- three minutes.” He gets upright, still breathing hard. “Sit ups here we come.”

The sit ups were not better for his dignity. Very, very much not.

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Sirius had hesitated over posting that one quite a while, but he had decided to do it anyway and it had become one of his best watched videos.

@dontwanthim

I died. I died for real. I did not know Sirius could be this hot.

@zoned.out.the.comfortzone

I could watch those abs for ages

@dontwanthim

I can’t breathe. The noises, Sirius. THE NOISES

@SmuttyBookworm

I’ve always wanted to get railed by him but now I’m overcome (cume XD) by the need to peg him

@SmuttyBookworm

This was the most suggestive thing you’ve ever done, and you weren’t even trying. Please do it again

@hereforthevibess

SIRIUS!!! OMG ASLFPEWFHKLBIRPJFWPSDK

@zoned.out.the.comfortzone

YOU’RE SO PRETTY LIKE WTF

@Susanonymous

Sir, this is a Patreon page, not OnlyFans

Please keep going

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Padfoot’s sub era?????

“I can’t breathe. The noises, Sirius. THE NOISES” “I’ve always wanted to get railed by him but now I’m overcome by the need to peg him” “This was the most suggestive thing you’ve ever done, and you weren’t even trying” “YOU’RE SO PRETTY LIKE WTF” “Padfoot’s sub era?????”

“would tie me up and look at me like that” ”I would beg him to tie me up and use me” “The noises, Sirius” “I’m overcome by the need to peg him” “the most suggestive thing you’ve ever done” “YOU’RE SO PRETTY” “Padfoot’s sub era?????”

“The noises.” “tie me up” “most suggestive thing” ��beg him tie me up use me” “peg him” “PRETTY” “sub era”

“noises” “tie” “suggestive” ”beg” “PRETTY”

“sub era”

Sirius guessed there maybe indeed was a ‘genre’ he had not tried out yet. He really needed to talk to James first tho.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | …

[de4thbycre4tion]

I think the ao3 writer curse is real guysss

I posted 1 (ONE) oneshot (A SHORT ONE) and I had the most heartbreaking, soul crushing, faith in humanity destroying, will to live shattering few months one could’ve ever had (I’m exaggerating)(but it did make me suicidal)

Anyways, when I’m done cooking up & posting that Regulus fic I’m done with this fandom forever I love the characters but it’s so damn toxic

[notenoughdramaaa]

So, I finished Black Velvet (James' Version). It's done. I don’t know what to say because words are not wording for me today.

And if that wasn’t enough, I’ve gone ahead and dropped the first chapter of Black Velvet (Remus' Version), because who doesn’t love a good sequel, right? And as I always do with a new fic there will be a new chapter every day until Friday, because why not continue this cycle of self-destruction and unnecessary commitment?

Oh, and before I forget posted the second chapter of Barefoot Where the Gods Can See, so now there are two fics vying for your attention. Good luck with that.

TOF2 also has a new chapter. It’s... mildly good. I mean, it’s technically a chapter, and I guess it’s not a complete disaster, so there’s that. But don’t get too excited. I’m not sure how to feel about it yet, and I’m not sure I ever will.

Honestly, though, don’t talk to me today. I’m not functioning, I’m barely surviving, and if I’m being honest, I’d rather just curl up in a ball and forget all of this exists. But here we are. You get new chapters, I get existential dread. It’s a fair trade, really.

[ecstarry]

@into-the-jeggyverse // out // 245 words (old prompt but it worked)

“I just feel so fucking clingy.” James said, collapsing on the bed. 

“So?” Regulus replied. He tugged at James’ shirt, but the brown-eyed man resisted Regulus' gesture. 

“This is the part where you reassure me and tell me that I'm not clingy.” James pouted.

“But you are.” Regulus laughed. 

He pulled James harder this time. James rendered under his touch but refused to look at him. 

“Really?” His mouth downturned in an instant. 

“That’s not a bad thing, love.” Regulus’ hand reached for James’ chin, brushing his thumb carefully across his jaw. “I like you like that.”

“Clingy?” James’ eyes remained closely pressed together. 

“Yes.” Regulus promised. “I missed you this week.”  

James opened his eyes and pressed himself closer to Regulus, as if there was a magic comfort that only his boyfriend’s chest could provide. 

“So you don’t get annoyed?” 

“No, James.” Regulus said, running his fingers through James’ hair. 

“Not ever?” 

“Baby.” Regulus said, even softer this time, letting the love that only James was privy to linger on his tone. 

“Not even right now?”

“Let me repeat it.” Regulus took the back of James’ hand and pressed a gentle kiss. “Not-” he continued kissing James’ hand until he reached the tip of his index finger “- ever.” 

James moaned as Regulus’ tongue touched his finger, swirling around it. Regulus always knew how to get James out of his own head. 

“Can you keep repeating that?” James pleaded. 

“As much as you want, love.”

[my-castles-crumbling]

defense - jegulus - background wolfstar, platonic bartylus, rosekiller, platonic prongsfoot - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 332

“When you go in there, you just have to give them your name, explain why you’re there, and show them this,” Barty said calmly, handing Regulus a laminated paper rectangle with his picture on it.

He took it with a grimace. “How many times have you done this?” he mumbled. 

The other man grinned. “Honestly, usually it’s Rosie coming for me. Or Pandora coming for both of us. But one tiny little memory charm and you’ll be out in a tick, no Aurors the wiser. Simple as.”

Regulus rolled his eyes. “I should have never allowed all of you to get me that Muggle mobile. Then I wouldn’t have been able to answer the phone and-”

“Too late for ‘should haves,’ Reggie dearest. Go get your man,” Barty said bracingly, shoving Regulus out of the car.

So Regulus walked into the dreary-looking building and up to the desk, grumbling curses under his breath, and presented the rectangle. “Hi, I’m Regulus Potter. Here to get my idiots.”

The bored-looking person in uniform behind the desk made eye contact, eyes lighting up. “Oh, thank God. Please take them.”

He only had to spend about five minutes standing in pure confusion before James and Sirius came bounding in the room, yelling behind themselves, “....bye, Alan! See you for that party next Thursday! Good luck with the kids, Herb! Loving that purple hair, Belinda, I really need to try something like that!”

Regulus could only gape as the two men turned happily to him before stopping cold, their joyful expressions turning from relaxed and upbeat to absolutely terrified.

“...erm. Hi, baby,” James said first, stepping forward and reaching out, only to shrink back when Regulus raised an eyebrow. “I…I thought Remus was coming?”

“He had a class. Why are you two in a fucking jail?” he replied flatly, staring between his husband and his brother.

“Well.....in our defense…you left us unsupervised?” Sirius replied with a nervous grin.

The sad truth was, Sirius had a point. 

[g1rld1ary]

heart shaped doodles - james potter x reader

wc: 836

summary: you accidentally get given james' essay, covered in doodles with your intials together

me: wrote this in one sitting i love loverboy james!!!!!

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you were in agonies waiting for your latest potions essay. usually, you had a pretty good grasp of how you were doing academically, but this last project just had you muddled and confused.

the confusion you felt about your essay, though, was completely overshadowed by the utter bewilderment you experienced as you looked down at the piece of paper slughorn had handed you.

all over the heading and through the margins laid doodled hearts, slightly smudged from carelessness. even stranger than the hearts was that your initials sat right in the middle of them, paired with the unmistakable ‘j.p.’.

you quickly paged through the rest of the essay, face draining of colour at the characteristic chicken scratch — and even more so at the clearly accidental inclusion of a page in the middle, filled with doodles and the repeated mantra of ‘mr james’ followed by your last name.

before you could process what you’d just read slughorn snatched the essay out of your hands, booming laugh echoing through the potions classroom.

“sorry about that,” he shook his head as if to reprimand himself, “i must have gotten confused with your initials being all over it.” that got the class’ attention, and several gryffindors craned their necks to catch a glance of the paper as the professor passed.

when slughorn finally made it to james’ desk, dropping the essay down silently, the class erupted into chaos. teasing and heckling ensued as both you and james sunk into your seats, and you were sure your face was the same shade of red as his.

slughorn failed spectacularly at controlling the class after the revelation that the james potter had a crush on you. and not just any crush, a doodle-your-names-together-in-the-margins, down-bad kind of crush. knowing that no more learning was going to happen slughorn dismissed you all, and you had plans to run straight to your dorm and hide there until everyone stopped caring about the whole incident.

remus lupin was immediately at your side, chatting to you about something you weren’t particularly interested in, but you were too polite to tell him of your hibernation plans. you nodded and agreed with him until you were the only ones left in the classroom. apart from james.

you froze, panic overtaking you as you stumbled to put the last of your things in your bag and run when a voice called your name. you knew instantly it was james and turned slowly to face him, forcing yourself to reluctantly make eye contact.

there was still a light dusting of blush above his cheekbones, and the way he was rubbing the back of his neck betrayed his own nervousness.

“hey,” he said, hand clutching the single strap of his bag.

“hi,” you replied, trying to stop your hands from shaking.

“so you, uh, saw my paper?”

“yeah,” you breathed, “um, congrats on the ‘o’ by the way. wish it really was my essay.” james laughed softly at your joke, messing up his hair for something to do.

“i could help you sometime! if you need it, of course.” james cringed at his own reply, the instant realisation that it maybe wasn’t the right thing to say at the moment.

“right,” you trailed off, “well, i’m gonna—”

“wait!” james reached out, a hand catching your bicep lightly. it sent goosebumps up and down the length of your arm. you looked at james expectantly, heart hammering in your chest.

“look, i — fuck. there’s no point pretending we both don’t know now. i really like you. like, an embarrassing amount, as everyone’s discovered today. and i wasn’t gonna do anything about it because i figured you’re so out of my league and aren’t interested, but i suppose i’ve already made a fool out of myself today, might as well full send it. so, what do you say? can i take you out to hogsmeade sometime?”

you pretended to mull it over to give your internal voice time to scream. james potter was without a doubt the hottest guy in school, not to mention smart and funny and good at everything he tried. and he wanted to go out with you! if he wasn’t watching you with anxious interest you thought you might’ve passed out. instead, you played it cool.

“yeah,” you said, smile creeping out despite your best efforts, “yeah, that sounds like fun.”

you almost had to shield your eyes when james beamed, practically its own light source.

“cool!” he said, too loud and fast, “next weekend?” you nodded with almost equal enthusiasm, the two of you sharing the same giggly grins.

behind james you caught a glance of slughorn through the crack in his office door, smiling fondly at the both of you. maybe his slip-up wasn’t so accidental.

“so,” james said, intertwining your fingers boldly as you both turned to leave, “you need me to be your tutor?”

[uhhlifeig]

Draught Of The Living Death - April 9 - word count: 498 - @wolfstarmicrofic

Legends told of a boy trapped in eternal slumber, forever unchanging. 

Many dismissed it as myth- folktales to lull children to bed.

But not Remus.

From the first time he had heard the story, he had been enraptured by the boy who was rumored to have hair as dark as night, and a last name to match.

So he had spent years chasing the story, following the paper trail that led him to the rightful heir of the Blacks- King Regulus’s brother, Sirius.

The times that Remus found all blamed one thing on Sirius’s never-ending slumber: a Draught of the Living Death, fed to him by his parents.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t much of a surprise; King Regulus had revealed what terrible parents the ex-monarchs were in the first year of his rule.

But here Remus was, having followed his research to a dank, unguarded mausoleum, within which the eldest Black brother was allegedly asleep.

Gathering up his courage, Remus pushed open the heavy wooden door.

Inside, there was an intricately-carved stone slab. And atop the stone…

Remus’s first thought was that he was beautiful. The kind of beauty that made people gape- the kind that was gentle but also rugged, the kind that so many artists would try to capture.

His second thought? The stories were real. 

Here he was, standing right in front of Sirius Black- although he seemed to be in his twenties, now. Apparently people aged, even under the influence of Living Death.

Hastily, he dug out the Wiggenweld Potion he had painstakingly crafted for this reason alone. It had taken much trial and error, but he had finally gotten it on his eighth try.

Praying that it would work, he gently- almost reverently- opened Sirius’s mouth, tipping the contents of the flask inside.

A breath.

Spluttering, Sirius sat up.

“Who are you?” he rasped, wiping a hand over his mouth. “Where am I?”

Remus dug through his bag again for some water, avoiding the other man’s eyes. “I’m Remus Lupin. You were drugged by your mother and father, Sirius. It’s been a while. Regulus is now king.”

“Reggie?!” Sirius nearly fell off of the slab. “What year is it?”

“1187. Here, have some water.”

Sirius gladly accepted the offered container, taking a swig. After putting the stopper back into the mouth, he pinched his arm several times.

“What are you doing?” Remus asked confusedly. 

“Making sure I’m not dreaming. You said 1187, right?”

“Yeah.”

“What month?”

“August. Why?”

“Fucking hell, Remus, I’m almost twenty-eight,” Sirius said, letting out a half-laugh, half-sob. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Stay with me, then,” Remus offered. “At least until we have everything sorted out, yeah?”

“You’d do that?”

“Of course. Will you stay?”

“Why wouldn’t I? Let’s go.” And Sirius grabbed his hand, tugging him out of the dark, musty room, leading him into the sunlight.

Remus felt an overwhelming sense of completion take over his body. He had been missing a piece- and here it was.

[brokenmenswhore]

a proposition: a return | poly!marauders

#4

pairing: poly!marauders x fem!reader (james, remus, and sirius, featuring alecto, dorcas, evan, lily, marlene, and mary)

warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), voyeurism

a/n: if you’ve requested to be on the taglist but didn’t get tagged, check the taglist at the bottom to see if your account is unlinked, and if so check your settings to make sure i can tag you! i added everyone’s @ even if it didn’t let me tag an account to it. also i don’t have it in me to proofread 17 times anymore sorry for any errors

a proposition: masterlist

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When you approached the girls, who were seated around their usual Gryffindor table after class for a study session, you were immediately thrown by the unfamiliar face among them.

“Y/N! Come sit!”

Lily’s usual excitement shone through as she patted the empty spot on the bench next to her. You tentatively sat down, hoping someone would introduce you to the unfamiliar person, but she was occupying the group too much to even take notice of you.

“And they call the bin a trash can. I mean talk about being literal, right? I swear, if one more person over there called something by the exact descriptor of what it was, I would have thrown a book at their head.”

The table chuckled at her story.

“Marlene, this is Y/N,” Lily chimed in once the girl was done speaking.

Marlene turned her head toward you, scanning the visible portion of your body before landing on your face. “Hey.”

“Hey,” you responded, flushed and uncomfortable.

“So you’re a part of this group now?” Marlene asked completely unprompted.

You were slightly taken aback. “Yeah, yeah, I guess.”

“Well you either are or you aren’t.”

You stared at her for a moment, unsure of how to act. You had never met this person, and now she was snapping at you. “I am.”

Instead of responding to you, Marlene turned to Lily and said, “I thought this was a set thing? Since when do we let new people in?”

“God, Marls, it’s not like there’s a rule book,” Dorcas said.

“We literally all agreed, Dorcas,” Marlene bounced back.

“And we all agreed to include Y/N,” Lily smiled, refusing to include herself in the tension of the conversation.

“I didn’t,” Marlene responded, leaning on her elbows over the table in a confrontational stance.

“You weren’t here,” Dorcas fought.

Marlene took a deep breath before grabbing her books and standing up. “I’ll see you guys later,” she said, exiting the Great Hall in a huff.

You looked around in hopes that someone, anyone, would explain to you exactly what just happened. Instead, the table stayed quiet, refusing to acknowledge any of it as they continued studying.

You were too nervous to ask, so you pretended like nothing happened as you pulled out your books.

The next day, in between classes, you ran into Sirius in the library. You were met with two consecutive free blocks, which allowed you time to study. Sirius, on the other hand, just didn’t feel like attending charms.

“Aren’t you usually in class right now?” he said, catching you browsing through the shelves of books.

“Mhm.”

“You’re skipping?”

“I have it free today.”

Sirius furrowed his brow as he studied your face. It was unlike you to be so dry in your answers.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you said, engrossed in your own thoughts about Marlene and her reaction to you. You hadn’t realized how you were speaking to Sirius.

“Wanna sit for a second?” Sirius said, nonchalant as if your answer wouldn’t phase him.

“Sure,” you shrugged, approaching a nearby table.

Sirius sat across from you, studying your face as you tried to arrange your books. You peered up at him for a second, noticing his gaze but pretending you didn’t.

You thought about speaking, but weren’t capable of acting as though you weren’t bothered. If this person was part of the group, surely Sirius knew her already, so you decided to test it out.

“Marlene’s back, you know,” you said, as if you were completely in the know about everything regarding this mysterious new person.

“I know,” Sirius responded, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

You waited to see if he would elaborate any further, but he simply sat there, smoking his cigarette, staring at you.

“I didn’t even know she existed until this morning,” you said, “is there a reason no one told me? She was pretty cold to me.”

“That’s just Marlene,” Sirius brushed it off. He seemed as if he didn’t want to talk about it, but you couldn’t stop yourself from pushing it.

“Where has she been? I’ve never seen her before,” you asked.

Sirius sighed. “She spent a year at Ilvermorny.”

You were getting frustrated from how little information Sirius was giving you. He was strategically only answering your exact question, and only doing so in the most concise way possible.

“Why?” you pressed.

“Wanted a year away,” he said.

You sighed. “Sirius, you’re not giving me much.”

Sirius sat upward, leaning his elbows on the table and smiling in amusement at your interest. “Why so curious?”

“Just wondering what happened is all.”

Sirius saw the intrigue on your face and caved. “She took a year away from here after a bunch of drama happened. She was falling pretty hard for someone in our group and that person wasn’t really the monogamous type. They got in a huge fight, the whole group was there- it got really messy. She couldn’t take it anymore and decided to transfer schools. Guess she’s back now,” he finally explained.

“She wasn’t supposed to come back?”

“I have no idea. She only told Dorcas she was leaving. That’s the only reason we all knew.”

You nodded your head, flipping through the pages of a textbook as if this new information meant nothing of importance to you.

“So she left the group?”

Sirius sighed. “She left the school, Y/N. I don’t think anyone expected her to show back up.”

“So she never officially left the group.”

“Why would it matter?” Sirius smiled, “you jealous of her or somethin’?”

“What? No,” you said, “I just didn’t know this person existed and she was a real bitch to me earlier. Just wondering why.”

Sirius leaned an arm over the table and put his hand over yours. “You have nothin’ to worry about.”

The gesture was unlike Sirius, but you appreciated it nevertheless, and you smiled at him to show it.

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“So you’re in this now, hm?”

You, startled by the sudden voice, whipped your head around to see Marlene McKinnon jogging to catch up to you in the hallway.

“Yeah,” you said as you continued on your route to class.

“What’s so special that you’ve got Sirius Black asking for you to join? You that good of a lay? The whore of Hufflepuff?”

You stopped on your tracks, wiping stray hairs out of your face as you huffed, “what?”

“I just mean, Sirius isn’t really one to pick and choose,” she said, sizing you up, “you must have gotten a glowing endorsement from someone. Let me guess, Remus?”

“I don’t know what you’re on about,” you brushed her off.

“Sirius Black wouldn’t invite a lower-year virgin into our little group,” Marlene said, “he just wouldn’t. So fess up.”

“This is insane,” you said, turning forward and beginning to walk again.

Marlene stepped in front of you, cutting you off as you nearly walked straight into her.

“I have class,” you stated dryly.

“You won’t last, you know,” Marlene started, “once the shiny new toy gets played with a few times, they’ll get bored and throw it away.”

“What’s your problem?” you said, surprising yourself with your confrontation. Being in this group was making you more confident in yourself.

“Don’t have one,” Marlene said, “just trying to get the scoop, since I was so rudely left out.”

“I have class,” you repeated.

“Oh, don’t let me stop you, but I should warn you that those boys don’t tend to stick with the good girls.”

“That’s too bad, since I’m already in the group,” you fought back, sick of her insults.

“For now,” Marlene said, smiling triumphantly and she stepped to the side.

You shot her a look before walking off.

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When you’d confided in Dorcas how Marlene had been treating you, you didn’t anticipate that she would become quite so enraged, pulling you around and collecting all the members of your group until you were all together.

Fuming, Dorcas finally took a seat.

“What’s goin’ on?” James asked.

“A good ol’ Dorcas summoning,” Evan joked.

Dorcas sat in silence, nostrils flaring as she stared at Marlene.

“Well?” Marlene said, legs and arms crossed, “what is it?”

“Have you been threatening Y/N?”

Marlene immediately threw her hands up. “What am I, on trial? Fuck this.”

She began to stand, but Sirius stood as well. “Sit down,” he said, and she sighed, but did as she was told.

You were taken aback by how serious he was being. You hasn’t even told him what Marlene said to you.

“I didn’t threaten her,” Marlene said.

“So you didn’t tell her she’s a toy we’ll all get bored of playing with?”

The heads in the room all turned to Marlene. “Why does it matter? If she can’t handle being part of this, then she shouldn’t be a part of it.”

“You can’t just bully her out because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous of what, Dorcas? Hm? The fact she’s in the goodie two-shoes house?”

“Guys,” you tried to chime in, but it got lost in the tension.

“Oh, you know what,” Dorcas spat.

Dorcas and Marlene both stood, their voices growing louder and louder.

“No, I don’t. Tell me Dorcas, what the fuck do I have to be jealous of? Some young little girl who doesn’t even know how to fuck?”

“Guys,” you tried again.

“Why did you even come back, Marlene?” Dorcas retaliated.

“What, you didn’t miss me?”

“One day you’re my best friend, and the next you just leave a note like ‘oh! I can’t do it anymore and I’m transferring to America, bye!’ and I’m just supposed to jump up and down in joy when you suddenly decide we’re worthy enough to have you back?”

Marlene plopped back into her chair. “This is bullshit, I’m not doing this. Did you really call us all here just to yell at me in front of everyone?”

“No,” Dorcas said, “I called us all here to vote you out.”

The room stilled for a moment before Marlene scoffed. “To vote me out?”

“Guys!” you finally yelled, and it caught their attention, “can we please calm down?”

“You wanna vote me out? Are you kidding me?”

“No, I’m not kidding you.”

Marlene and Dorcas stared at each other, intensity in their eyes as Remus finally tried to calm the situation down.

“Marlene, things are a little different than when you were here before,” Remus said, “I think it’s only fair that you’re either okay with that, or you’re out.”

“Oh yeah?” Marlene replied, “and what’s different? Besides the Huffle-slut.”

You threw your hands in the air, exhausted of Marlene’s inexplicable hatred toward you.

“Well, for starters, are you over him?” Remus asked.

Marlene stared at Remus blankly, almost as if she was trying to think her way out of answering, but couldn’t.

You looked around the room, but everyone was too focused on Marlene’s answer to provide you with any explanation. You couldn’t help but feel left out of something.

“Yeah,” Marlene shrugged.

“I don’t believe you,” Dorcas said.

“Go cry about it,” Marlene spat.

“Stop, fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed, “are you or are you not okay with Y/N being here?”

“Clearly I’m not, mom.”

Remus huffed and stood up. “Well, fuck this, I’m done trying,” he said, walking over to the ashtray and flicking embers off the butt of his cigarette.

The room stilled, everyone unsure of what to do.

“You guys shouldn’t have agreed on anyone new without me,” Marlene spoke up.

“Bloody hell, you were gone, you fucking idiot,” Dorcas said, “and we had no reason to think you were coming back. What were we gonna do, send an owl? Fuck off.”

“Can she even fuck?”

“Give it a rest, Marlene,” Sirius spoke up.

“No, I wanna know. Can you fuck?” she said, turning to you.

Your eyes widened. “I’m not dignifying that with an answer,” you stated.

“Prove it.”

“Prove what?”

“Prove that you can fuck like a big girl.”

You looked around the group in disbelief. “Excuse me?”

“Pick someone here, and prove it.”

“Marlene, come on, shut the fuck u-“

Sirius was cut off by Marlene pressing on, “pick someone and let’s get on with it, Hufflepuff.”

A feeling shot straight to your core at the thought of having to fuck someone in front of the entire group. You were too worked up.

You looked up at Remus, who had been your obsession and your safe person thus far, and waited to see his expression. Marlene noticed your attention turn to him.

“Remus it is,” she said, moving the coffee table away from the center of the room, “hurry up. Let’s go.”

“I don’t think-“ Remus started.

“You know what? Fuck you, Marlene,” Dorcas said, rushing over to you.

Dorcas leaned down and kissed you hard, the kiss full of intensity and fire and anger. You were startled, but quickly started to kiss her back. This was your group, not hers anymore. If she wanted to see you fuck, she’d get a good show before she was kicked out.

Dorcas dropped to her knees in front of you. She propped one of your legs up against the armrest on the side of the couch.

Dorcas propped up your other leg and pushed it toward James, who was sitting right next to you. “Hold her, will ya?” Dorcas said.

James nodded, taking hold of your right leg.

With your legs widespread, your skirt bunched up at your waist.

“You consent?” Dorcas asked.

You nodded your head yes.

Dorcas wasted no time pushing your underwear to the side and diving in, flattening her tongue against you and moving up and down.

Your head tilted backward as you sighed, your eyes squeezed shut as you tried not to focus on the several pairs of eyes on you. You leaned onto James, trying to somewhat hide your face in his neck,

Dorcas was someone you’d always assumed would be rough in the bedroom, and she was angry and worked up over the Marlene situation, however, you were surprised by how soft and gentle she was being. You knew it was intentional for you.

She was in no rush, moving her tongue slowly against you. You thought of something Lily had told you previously: Girls give better head because they know what truly feels good.

You whimpered each time Dorcas swirled her tongue particularly well, and James lightly rubbed his thumb across your leg, comforting you on top of the pleasure.

“Jeez,” Evan spoke from across the room.

Marlene slouched in her chair in a huff, her eyes fixed on everyone else in the room, trying to gage their reactions to you.

You let out a light squeal when Dorcas began to trace around your hole with her finger, alerting you of an oncoming intrusion.

She slowly slipped one finger inside of you, again in no rush as you softly moaned at the sensation. Her mouth never detached from you as she began to pump her finger in and out of you.

James stroked your thigh with his fingers as he watched Dorcas eat you out, occasionally kissing the top of your head to remind you that you were okay. He also just wanted the validation of feeling included. James liked to feel needed.

Everyone was watching intently, turned on by the sight in front of them. Marlene was focused on everyone else, and Sirius took a drag of his cigarette every time James leaned in to kiss your head.

“Shit, I-“

You spoke so low that only James could hear it. James tapped Dorcas to warn her that you were about to come, and instead of following through, she stood up and backed away from you.

You instinctively closed your legs, remaining in your comfortable position against James.

“That wasn’t shit,” Marlene said, “you really want that in here?”

“Who said we were done?” Dorcas spat back.

Dorcas grabbed Remus’s arm and pulled him over to the empty space on the rug where the coffee table used to be.

Remus looked at Dorcas expectantly, but she just raised her eyebrows and gestured toward the floor.

Remus threw his hands up. “Yeah, it’s a nice rug.”

Dorcas sighed and pushed his shoulders until he was kneeling on the floor.

“You could have just fuckin’ told me where you wanted me, damn,” Remus said.

“Y/N?”

You were still slouched into James, trying to calm your breathing despite your core being on fire from the abrupt stop to your pleasure. “Mhm,” you vocalized.

When you didn’t receive an answer, you forced your eyes open to see the entire room staring at you.

“Think you’re needed down there, angel,” James whispered to you, nodding toward Remus.

You took a deep breath. You dropped to your knees and sat in front of Remus. He leaned in to your ear and whispered, “I’m gonna take care of you, baby.”

He kissed your cheek before he adjusted himself to a lay, sprawled out against the rug and waiting for you to sit on him.

You adjusted your legs around his waist, grateful Dorcas didn’t take your skirt fully off. You were still clothed and modest to the group.

“Remus doesn’t like to be kept waiting,” Marlene said.

“Don’t you speak for me, I’m doing just fine down here,” Remus said, placing his hands behind his head as he watched you in amusement.

You blindly undid Remus’s belt, pulling it off of him as you began to unbutton his jeans. Remus pushed his jeans and boxers down just enough to free his already hard cock.

You began to pull your underwear to the side, but a voice stopped you.

“No no,” Marlene said, “fuckin’ amateur. Don’t you know Remus needs a little something first?”

You knew she was just messing with you and trying to prove that she knew everyone better than you, but you felt like you knew Remus above everyone in the room.

But, if she wanted a show, you’d give her a show.

You slowly backed up on your knees until you were between Remus’s legs. You remained on your knees, allowing your ass to stick upward and your skirt to fall onto your back, exposing your backside, as your hands found Remus’s cock.

You looked to Lily, who had taught you the little you knew so far, and she nodded at you so as to say “you got this.” Her approving nod gave you confidence.

You licked a stripe from the base of Remus’s cock to the tip before sinking down on the entire length. Remus was large, too large to fit entirely in your mouth without deepthroating, but you didn’t care. You were running on pure lust, anger, and adrenaline.

Remus was looking down at you, but when his tip hit the back of your throat, he slammed his head back against the floor, a satisfied moan leaving his lips.

You pulled away almost entirely before sinking back down again, deepthroating him once more.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Remus sighed.

You swallowed in uncomfortability at the feeling of his cock in your throat, which only added to his pleasure.

“Bloody hell, you can see him in your throat, Y/N,” Lily said, “do that again.”

You looked up at Remus, who looked down to see what Lily was talking about. You swallowed again, and Remus could see the slight bulge of his cock in the top of your throat.

“Holy fuck.”

You pulled away and began to suck him normally, maintaining a steady rhythm. You couldn’t taste all of him without deepthroating, so you used your hand to account for the base of his length.

You looked up at Marlene, who scoffed and looked away as you kept your gaze on her, evidently showing her your confidence and ability as you sucked off Remus.

Marlene looked around the room and saw everyone’s eyes trained on you. Sirius adjusted his position in his seat, and James was nearly salivating.

“Okay, enough, get to it then,” Marlene said.

You pulled off of Remus, making a show of wiping your lower lip as you moved upward until you were sitting on top of Remus.

His hands found your waist without hesitation. He was lost in pleasure and lust, eager to feel you again.

You pushed your underwear to the side and held onto Remus’s length with one hand, positioning it at your entrance.

You slowly sank down, watching Remus’s face for any uncomfortability, but he was immediately just to happy to be inside of you that he pushed his hips up.

You gasped at the sudden feeling of a thrust, and Remus snapped open his eyes and looked up at you.

“You okay?”

You leaned down and kissed Remus. “Fuck me, Rem.”

Remus used one hand to hold your hair as he pulled you back into a kiss, and the other hand gripped your waist to hold you in place as he began to fuck up into you.

You dropped your head into the crook of his neck, and he held your head there, happy to have a few moments where he was the only one who could hear your small whimpers and whines. James was right: he did enjoy being special to you.

Dorcas knelt beside your bodies and wrapped her fingers in your hair, pulling back until you were seated up. She tugged at the bottom of your shirt, pulling it up over your head. She then unclasped your bra and pulled the straps off of your arms.

She hungrily kissed you, keeping you sat up so that your body was on full display for everyone in the room.

She kissed down from your neck to your breasts, sucking on your nipple as you threw your head back in pleasure.

You felt a sudden pang of embarrassment, but it was quickly gone as you looked to your right. Alecto was pressing her legs together for dear life, Evan was holding a pillow between his legs, and Sirius was staring you dead in the eyes.

You stared back for a moment, matching his eye contact. He coughed on cigarette smoke, something he never did as a veteran smoker, but continued to look back at you.

Your attention was pulled by Dorcas, who kissed you again as Remus’s thrusts grew harder and faster.

You moaned out as you threw your head back, trying to lift your hips in rhythm with Remus, but he was thrusting a little too fast for you.

Dorcas noticed, and she crawled behind you, kneeling on the floor as she held your body against hers, ensuring you remained seated upward and on display.

She kissed the side of your neck, sucking on a sweet spot as you closed your eyes and allowed yourself to get lost in the pleasure. You tried not to think about Marlene or the voyeurism, but just to be present in the moments of pleasure.

Your moans grew higher in pitch until you began to clench around Remus.

“Fuck, Remus, I- shit, I can’t-“

“No fucking cop outs,” Marlene said.

Embarrassment flooded your cheeks. Saying it was hard. “I- I’m-“

“Merlin, Y/N, please say it,” Remus spoke through erratic breaths below you.

You took a deep breathe. “I- I’m gonna come, Remmy, please-“

Remus snapped his hips hard, hitting your sweet spot and causing you to come with just a few more thrusts. Dorcas held you through your high, causing your legs to shake and your body to nearly convulse from the intensity as Remus came in succession.

You blinked your eyes open, trying to catch your breath as Dorcas kissed your temple and stood up.

You wiped sweat from your forehead and looked down at Remus, who put his hands behind his head again and smiled up at you.

“Stay there as long as you like.”

You giggled and leaned down to kiss Remus as Dorcas gave you back your shirt.

With Remus still in you, you pulled your shirt over your head and looked at Marlene, eyebrows raised.

“Good enough for you?” you grinned.

Marlene shrugged, clearly bothered. “Nothing I couldn’t do better.”

“I beg to differ,” Remus sighed, “not a lot could top that.”

You leaned down and kissed Remus before carefully lifting your hips and sitting back on the floor. You knew better than to try to stand.

Remus took a moment before covering himself back up, and you both sat on the floor with your backs against the couch. No one said anything.

“Didn’t think you could get any hotter, but fuck was I wrong,” Evan said.

“Are you always the horniest one in the room?” you joked.

“I don’t know, is he?” Marlene said, turning toward Sirius.

Sirius flicked embers into an ashtray. “Meaning?”

Marlene’s voice was not as confident as before. “You seemed to enjoy the show.”

“Oh, come on, Marlene, don’t start shit right now. You got what you wanted, you saw her fuck. You in or out?”

Marlene looked around the room, and everyone was focused on her. She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and leaned forward with her elbows on her knees.

“I’m already in. I never left the group,” she said dryly.

“One more shot,” Remus said, and Dorcas tried to speak up in protest, but Remus shushed her. “One more shot, but if you pull any shit, you’re out.”

Dorcas threw her hands in the air. “You come and suddenly you’re in a nice mood?”

“Y/N?” Remus said, looking to you, “that seem fair?”

You looked up at Marlene. She was clearly insecure about someone in this group, and if she left right now, you’d never find out who. Regardless, you didn’t feel like drama. If she stayed, whatever.

“Whatever.”

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