#marauders fanfic

[my-castles-crumbling]

fire - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 1367 (whoops)

There were few things Regulus Black valued more than sleep. Perhaps reading. Or music. Or a nice dark roast coffee. But either way, sleep was of the utmost importance. He was even more prickly than normal without at least eight hours of it, and miserable as well, so he always prioritized getting his rest.

Which is why he was ready to kill everyone in his path when the fire alarm was pulled at 2:47 am on a Tuesday night in his university dorm, and he was forced to evacuate into the parking lot.

Not only was the whole thing infuriating, but to make matters worse, it was also freezing outside. The September air was chilling him to his bones, and he could feel his body screaming for shut-eye. It was his definition of hell.

As he stood shivering, a tall, dark-haired, tan-skinned, hazel-eyed boy walked up to him and offered him his coat with the most obnoxiously beautiful grin he’d ever seen.

Too cold to play stupid games, he just hissed, “Fuck off,” and turned away.

As soon as they were all allowed back inside, Regulus curled under his blanket and fell asleep, keen to put the whole miserable experience behind him.

-

No such luck.

It took one week before the alarm went off again. This time at 1:19am on a Thursday, he found himself trudging down the stairs and into the cold, cursing himself for once again being too sleepy to remember a coat.

So furious that he was about to scream, he didn’t see the same boy walk up to him right away, until he felt a tap on his shoulder. 

“I brought you an extra,” the boy grinned, making Regulus’s frozen knees melt as he offered him the jacket.

“Do you make a habit of giving your clothing to strangers?” he bit out, giving in and grabbing the offending garment, immediately throwing it over his shoulders. He figured if he was going to be harassed, he might as well be warm while it happened.

“Only the pretty ones,” the boy said with a wink, walking off and leaving Regulus both pissed off and flustered.

-

The third time happened only three days after the second, and Regulus bit back a scream when the alarm roused him from his slumber. At this point, it felt like a pattern, and he was at least smart enough to grab the oversized, frayed, horrifyingly maroon, disgustingly warm jacket he’d thrown over his desk chair three days ago.

He was only outside for a few minutes before the boy walked up to him again, looking completely comfortable in the frigid night.

“So, do I get to know your name?” he asked, sending Regulus the same stunning smile.

Frowning, at both his current whereabouts and the way his stomach flip-flopped, Regulus scoffed. “I don’t know yours.”

“James,” he answered easily, kicking at a random rock on the pavement. “Now, I’ve given you two things. It makes sense that you should give me one, yeah? Only fair.” And he batted his long eyelashes, making Regulus nearly choke on his spit.

He pretended to ponder for a moment, getting ahold of himself, before rolling his eyes. “No,” he said shortly. And he walked off.

-

“What about your major, then?”

Ten days. It took ten days before the alarm was pulled again, and the school had started sending out cryptic notices threatening consequences for the party responsible. But still, Regulus was here, in the parking lot in the middle of the night, sending a death glare at James.

“Why does it matter?” he asked with a huff.

“Because people tend to care about their majors,” the taller boy shrugged. “And I want to know what you care about. Mine’s education, by the way.”

Education. It fit, strangely. James’s sunshiny disposition warmed the surrounding air even during the cold night, and his smile seemed like the type of thing that would put kids at-ease.

Regulus sighed, giving in. “English. With a minor in creative writing,” he mumbled, looking down.

“Hmm. That suits you,” James replied vaguely, smiling. What the hell was that supposed to mean? “And your name?”

He thought about it for a moment, but at this point, it almost felt like he would be giving in to some sort of weird, unspoken battle if he shared his name. And he had to admit, talking with James passed the time during these stupid evacuations. “No,” he answered, sending the boy a smirk, heart skipping a beat at his own nerve, and turning to find someone else to speak with.

-

It became a game. Every time the alarm was pulled, James found him. He asked him questions, and Regulus answered every one, shocked at the way James listened. It was actually nice to talk to someone who seemed genuinely interested. He hadn’t made a lot of friends on campus, yet, and James felt…safe. But every time James asked his name, he refused, grinning as much as James did, before sauntering away.

-

One cold night in November, though, he couldn’t sleep. Stress about classes had his mind going wild, and anxious energy flooded his body. So, he decided to take a walk through the dorm, to clear his head. He drifted through the floors and halls, no destination in mind, when he happened across one of the more-quiet areas of the building. This area happened to have a fire alarm in a dark corner of the hall, almost hidden in shadows. It was as he turned a corner to this spot that Regulus saw a hooded figure slowly approach the alarm, arm outstretched, intentions clear. 

Eyes wide, Regulus watched as the figure pulled the latch and began to run, turning and smacking right into Regulus.

“Ouch!” He cried out, nearly falling over.

“Fuck!” The person yelled, losing their balance as well.

And then the hood fell. And Regulus would have recognized those hazel eyes and that beautiful hair anywhere.

“James!?!”

The other boy looked terrified, mouth open, his body frozen in place. He uttered a few syllables as if he was trying to form words, but no sound came out. Scoffing, Regulus grabbed his hand and led him down some nearby stairs and out the emergency exit, alarm still blaring overhead.

When they got into the quiet, freezing air, he turned to the taller boy. “It was you?” he hissed, resisting the urge to slap him across the shoulder. The amount of sleep he’d lost in the past two months was abhorrent. “Why?”

James grimaced. “Well…the first two times, it wasn’t! But, y’know, the first time you didn’t have a coat…”

“I remember,” Regulus frowned, rolling his eyes.

“Yeah. And…I couldn’t stop thinking about you. So the second time, I just…grabbed my old one. And when you took it and you looked so…” James gestured to Regulus, eyes wide, cheeks pink. Regulus blinked, trying to understand. Was James saying he looked good in his jacket? “…I couldn’t stop thinking about you, so I just…”

Regulus gaped. “You’ve been pulling the fire alarm to see me?”

“It was only supposed to be a one-time thing! Just to get your name!” James defended himself, looking almost scared. “I didn’t know how to find you, and I just….you have to understand, you’re fucking stunning, you know?”

Blushing furiously, Regulus sputtered, “That’s…well, that’s not…”

“But then you wouldn’t tell me your name! So I had to keep pulling it, you know?” James explained, a desperate look on his face. Like it obviously made sense why he’d been breaking the law for two months. “...Just until I found out.”

He blinked several times before biting his lip. Nobody had ever gone to such lengths to get to know him before. It was stupid, and risky, and idiotic, and so damn romantic.

“My name is Regulus,” he sighed, wondering if he’d regret this. “I live in room 743. And if you ever pull that damn alarm again, and wake me up, I will never speak to you again. Understood?”

James grinned sheepishly. “Yeah. Your name is as beautiful as you are, by the way.”

Regulus could only sigh. What had he gotten himself into?

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[whimsical-mistakes]

i’m obsessed with this peter - he so gilderat pete iykwim

── SECRET KISSES, remus lupin

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

synopsis: you were sirius’ cousin. remus was his best friend. secrets like that were bound to explode.

genre: fluff

warnings: kissing, making out

word count: 1.5k

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ REMUS LUPIN WAS A man of composure—or at least, he liked to think so. But when you yanked him into an empty classroom, all thoughts of self-control went flying out the window.

You moved swiftly, pushing him against the cold, unforgiving stone wall with surprising force. His back hit it with a thud, and before he could even muster a protest, you had him pinned.

“Hello, Lupin,” you purred, a wicked smirk curving your lips as you planted a hand on his chest.

Remus blinked, flustered. Your presence was intoxicating, your dark robes and air of cool detachment a sharp contrast to the fire dancing in your eyes.

“Y/N,” he stammered, his heart racing. “Do you have to keep doing this?”

“Yes,” you replied matter-of-factly, leaning in closer. The corner of your lips twitched in amusement at his flustered expression. “It’s fun.”

“I’m starting to suspect you enjoy scaring me half to death,” he muttered, trying to maintain his composure.

You tilted your head, pretending to think. “Not scaring you. Surprising you. There’s a difference.”

Before he could respond, your hand trailed from his chest to his collar, tugging lightly on his tie. Remus swallowed hard, his brain scrambling to form coherent thoughts.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” you murmured, your voice dropping to a dangerous softness.

“I haven’t been—”

“Don’t lie to me, Lupin,” you interrupted, cutting him off with a raised brow. “You’re terrible at it.”

He let out a resigned sigh, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ve just… had a lot on my plate.”

“Always so responsible,” you teased, stepping closer until there was almost no space between you. “But you’re here now. So stop running away.”

Something in his chest twisted at your words. The truth was, he hadn’t been avoiding you intentionally—well, not entirely. The weight of his secrets, the fear of being caught, the anxiety of you realizing you deserved far better than a half-blood werewolf… it gnawed at him constantly.

But standing here, looking at you now, he realized how futile those fears were. You always sought him out. And he was powerless to resist.

Suddenly, Remus’s instincts took over. With a quick movement, he flipped your positions, pressing you against the wall.

Your eyes widened for a split second before narrowing with a mixture of surprise and amusement.

“Well, well,” you said, your voice light with mock approval. “Didn’t think you had it in you.”

His hands found your waist, holding you firmly in place, while his other hand rested near your head, caging you in. He leaned in, close enough that your noses almost touched.

“Maybe you don’t know me as well as you think,” he quipped, his lips quirking into a rare smirk.

You raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Oh, I know you, Lupin. You’re far too polite to—”

“Far too polite to do what?” he interrupted, his voice a low murmur that sent shivers down your spine.

Your confidence wavered for the briefest moment, and he caught it.

“This,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear as he spoke.

The sheer boldness of the move caught you off guard, and before you could stop yourself, a laugh bubbled up from your throat.

“Remus,” you said between giggles, shaking your head. “That was absolutely ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous?” he repeated, his tone mock-offended. “I thought it was rather dashing.”

Your laughter grew louder, and you tried to muffle it with your hand. But before you could succeed, Remus clamped his own hand over your mouth, his eyes wide with alarm.

“Y/N, shh! Do you want Filch—or worse, Sirius—to find us?”

Your shoulders shook with laughter, your muffled giggles vibrating against his palm. When he finally removed his hand, you took a deep breath, calming yourself.

“You’re lucky I find you charming,” you said, your smirk returning.

“Lucky doesn’t begin to cover it,” he replied, his voice soft but sincere.

The two of you lingered for a moment, the world outside forgotten. Then, with a glance at the clock, you sighed.

“We both have classes,” you said reluctantly, stepping away.

As you moved toward the door, you turned back, leaning in to plant a feather-light kiss on his lips. It was brief but enough to leave him dazed.

“See you later, Lupin,” you murmured, your voice tinged with affection.

Before he could respond, you were gone, slipping out of the room like a shadow.

The next time you and Remus met, the classroom felt like your own little world. Your lips were on his, your hands tangled in his hair. His bag slid from his shoulder, hitting the floor with a soft thud as his arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer.

“Y/N,” he murmured between kisses, though he made no effort to stop you. “This isn’t exactly subtle.”

“Then stop me,” you challenged, your voice low and teasing.

He didn’t.

Instead, he let himself sink into the moment, his fingers curling into the fabric of your robes as if anchoring himself to you. The world outside faded to nothing—until the sound of the door creaking open snapped it back into focus.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS THIS?!”

Remus froze. You froze. Both of you turned slowly, dread pooling in your stomachs.

Standing in the doorway were James, Peter, and Sirius, their expressions a chaotic mix of shock, disbelief, and (in Sirius’s case) pure, unadulterated horror.

James’s jaw dropped, and his glasses slid down his nose as he stared at the two of you. Peter looked like he might faint from laughing, while Sirius clutched his chest like he’d just been stabbed.

“YOU’RE SNOGGING MY COUSIN?” Sirius bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls. “MY COUSIN?”

Remus groaned, pressing the heels of his hands to his temples. “Oh, Merlin.”

James recovered first, a smug grin spreading across his face. “I knew it!” he crowed, turning to Peter. “Pay up, Wormtail!”

Peter, still giggling, fished a handful of Sickles out of his pocket and handed them over. “Worth every Knut,” he muttered, wiping tears of laughter from his eyes.

Sirius ignored them entirely, his gaze fixed on you and Remus like they’d committed the ultimate betrayal. “I—I can’t believe this. Remus! My best friend! And Y/N! My sister! Have you both lost your minds?”

You crossed your arms, raising a single, unimpressed brow. “Calm down, Sirius. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Not that big a deal?” he repeated, his voice climbing to an almost comical pitch. “You’re my cousin! And Moony’s supposed to be the sensible one!”

“Clearly, I’m full of surprises,” Remus muttered, though the flush on his face betrayed just how mortified he was.

James, meanwhile, was leaning against the doorframe, absolutely delighted. “Honestly, Pads, this is the best thing that’s ever happened. Your cousin and Moony! This is gold.”

“Gold?!” Sirius sputtered, his face reddening by the second. “This is a betrayal! This is treachery! This is—”

“Drama,” you interrupted, cutting him off.

“Drama?” he echoed, looking at you like you’d grown a second head.

“Yes,” you said coolly, stepping forward. “You’re being dramatic. And if you keep this up, Sirius, I’ll tell everyone about the time you cried because you got lost in the hedge maze at Aunt Druella’s garden party.”

James choked on his laughter, doubling over and clutching his sides. “Wait, wait—you cried?”

Peter’s eyes widened, and he clapped a hand over his mouth to stifle his giggles. “Sirius, you cried in a hedge maze?”

“I WAS EIGHT!” Sirius roared, his face turning an alarming shade of red.

Remus, who had been valiantly trying to melt into the floor, couldn’t help the laugh that escaped him. James, still wheezing, clapped Sirius on the back.

“Come on, Pads,” James said, grinning ear to ear. “You’ve got to admit, they make a good couple. Bit of a power move, really. Your cousin snagging Moony and keeping it a secret? That’s impressive.”

“It’s infuriating,” Sirius snapped, glaring at you and Remus in turn. “How long has this been going on?”

You exchanged a glance with Remus, your smirk growing. “Almost a year,” you said casually.

“A year?” Sirius yelled. “You’ve been sneaking around behind my back for a YEAR?!”

“Don’t act so surprised,” you replied, arching a brow. “You’re not exactly the most observant.”

Peter finally managed to catch his breath long enough to chime in. “This explains why Moony always looks so… happy lately.”

Remus groaned again, burying his face in his hands. “Can we please stop talking about this?”

“Absolutely not,” James said cheerfully.

You patted Remus’s arm consolingly before turning back to Sirius. “Relax. It’s not like I’m marrying him. Yet.”

That set Sirius off again, sputtering incoherently as you leaned up to plant a quick kiss on Remus’s cheek.

Sirius gagged dramatically. “No! No kissing in front of me!”

You smirked, walking toward the door. “Then maybe you should leave.”

James slung an arm around Sirius’s shoulders, still grinning. “Come on, Pads. It’s not the end of the world.”

“It’s the end of my world,” Sirius muttered, looking utterly defeated.

Peter tilted his head, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. “So… does this mean I have a shot with Narcissa?”

Sirius spun around so fast that Peter yelped, darting behind James for cover.

“I WILL END YOU, WORMTAIL!”

The commotion echoed down the corridor as James howled with laughter, and Remus leaned against the wall, shaking his head with a bemused smile.

And so, the secret was out—and Sirius would never recover.

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[uhhlifeig]

First Holiday - Jan. 25th - word count: 244 - @wolfstarmicrofic

The Gryffindor common room was empty except for Sirius and Remus. Everyone else was out for the Easter break, leaving the castle pretty deserted.

“Moony,” Sirius whined from his armchair. “I’m bored.”

“Okay, and what do you want me to do about it?” Remus asked, not looking up from his book. 

“Dunno. But c’mere, please, Moonpie?” Sirius asked. 

Remus couldn’t deny him anything. “Of course, Pads,” he said, getting up from his own chair and putting down his book. He squeezed into Sirius’s armchair and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Moony,” Sirius said, smiling dopily. 

Remus kissed the tip of his nose. “Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, darling?”

“You,” Sirius answered, staring right into Remus’s eyes.

Remus tried to focus and not get lost in those beautiful storm-gray eyes of his. “Aw, what about me?”

“You’re so pretty, ma lune,” Sirius sighed adoringly. “I love you.”

“Love you too, seren.” Remus grinned, pecking Sirius’s forehead. “What do you say we go up to bed?”

“Why?” Sirius scrunched his nose confusedly. “It’s three PM, Rem. Are your old man sensibilities getting to you?”

“I sure hope not,” Remus chuckled. “Nah, I was just wondering, ‘cause you said you were bored, right? And there’s no one here right now- and we could maybe-”

Sirius’s eyes widened at that. He leapt out of the chair, grabbing Remus’s hand and practically dragged him upstairs.

Needless to say, neither of them were bored for a good while after that.

[rabidlittlestrawberry]

Less than two weeks till my jeg big bang fic drops!

So excited!!!!

[cr-amber]

gooood morning (yes i know it's 4 pm shh) can i interest you in some jegulus hurt/comfort with the black brothers escaping to the potters' on this fine day?

7k words, rated t, written like 3 years ago and edited today bc i decided i liked it and wanted to post. enjoy!

[calmlyerratic]

Time traveling Marauders learn about the Triwizard tounament

spoiler alert for chapter 23 from Encounters of the Future Sort

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"The Hungarian Horntail," Moony asked curiously, "what did he look like?"

"She," Harry told him. "She was all black with a spiked tail, and massive—way bigger than the other dragons���"

"Other dragons?" Wormtail squeaked.

"Er, yeah." Harry swallowed, avoiding Wormtail's eyes this time. "There was one for each of us. Each person competing, I mean."

"And what did you have to do?" James asked, in total admiration.

"Get a golden egg from her nest—"

"And you're alive?" Wormtail gasped.

"Obviously, Wormtail," Padfoot said.

"But you keep skipping over the best part!" James protested. "How did you do it?"

"Well, I summoned my broom." Harry said.

James burst into a giant grin. "Of course!" He punched the air victoriously. "That is so cool!"

Harry grinned too. "It was terrifying, actually."

"My idea, I bet," James puffed up his shoulders proudly. "That's exactly what I would've done!"

"So that's what you're fantasizing about when you clean your broomstick," Padfoot smirked.

[imsaunteringvaguelydownwards]

how do I explain to people that hearing the words “arena” “first arena” or “second arena” awaken a deep seated pain because of some fanfiction of fucking dead gay wizards from the seventies

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Never Have I Ever...

Pairings: Poly!Moonflower x disabled!reader Summary: A game of Never Have I Ever reveals that you and Lily have been dating Remus. Tags: fem!reader, wheelchair user!reader, drinking games, references to cannabis usage, slightly jealous!sirius, references to sex Main Masterlist

The Gryffindor common room is alive with an energy that vibrates through the air, fueled by the smell of butterbeer—warm and inviting. A hint of smoke from cigars someone snuck in mingles with it, adding a layer of rebellion to the atmosphere. The echo of laughter bounces off stone walls as teenagers come together, shedding the weight of expectations for a while.

You're sitting comfortably in your preferred armchair by the fire, the flames flickering and casting dancing shadows on the walls, your wheelchair folded beside the armchair. Lily rests on your lap, her head on your shoulder, her soft laugh punctuating the stories you share.

Across from you, Remus lounges in another armchair, his eyes slightly unfocused from the joints you both shared in your room before the party started. Every now and then, his lips curve into a small smile at some passing comment, though he doesn't join the conversation. His presence is subdued but solid, like a quiet anchor amidst the chaos.

And oh, how chaotic it is. Boys chase each other around the room, their faces flushed with alcohol and adrenaline. Girls huddle together in corners, whispering secrets and giggling behind their hands. The noise level rises and falls like the tide, a cacophony of youthful exuberance that drowns out any semblance of order.

This is how Gryffindor parties usually are—loud, messy, and teetering on the edge of complete pandemonium. But tonight, there's an undercurrent of something more, something intangible that makes the air hum with anticipation.

"Alright!" Marlene's voice rings out above the chatter, sharper than usual. She waves her wand and the room quiets, all eyes turning towards her. "We're playing Never Have I Ever. Grab your drinks and be prepared to spill your secrets."

You sigh softly, and Lily gives you a knowing smile from where she's perched on your lap. "This will be fun," she whispers in your ear, though you're already dreading the questions that are sure to come.

The game starts off easy enough. "Never have I ever kissed a Slytherin," Marlene announces, and a few people take a drink—including Sirius, who grins unabashedly as everyone teases him. "Never have I ever nicked something from Filch's office," someone else offers, and this time, nearly everyone drinks.

As the rounds continue, the confessions become more personal, more risqué. By the time it's Marlene's turn again—her cheeks flushed with laughter and the glow of firewhisky—most of the players are either giggling uncontrollably or slurring their words.

Leaning forward, Marlene surveys the room, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Alright, my turn again." She pauses for effect, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Never have I ever... been in a threesome."

The room erupts in laughter and surprise, a flurry of movement as the boys jostle each other playfully, feigning shock and outrage. James and Sirius exchange glances, their eyebrows raised in interest.

But then, in the momentary lull that follows, something unexpected happens. Your hand moves almost of its own accord to your glass, lifting it to your lips. Beside you, Lily does the same, a faint blush colouring her cheeks. And across from you, Remus—who has been mostly quiet throughout the game—also takes a sip from his drink.

The reaction is immediate. Sirius's chatter cuts off mid-sentence, his attention snapping towards you, James's eyes widen, a stunned expression crossing his face, and Marlene's mouth drops open in surprise.

You catch Lily's eye, a smile tugging at both your lips. Her cheeks are flushed, not from embarrassment but from the warmth of the alcohol and the thrill of this. You see Remus stiffen slightly, his hand tightening around his drink.

"Wait—what?" James finally splutters, breaking the stunned silence. "You—all three of you?"

"It was an accident," you blurt out, a weak attempt to deflect the sudden scrutiny. In retrospect, it's probably the worst thing you could have said.

Sirius chokes on his drink, coughing as laughter bubbles up despite the situation. "An accident?" he echoes, incredulous. His voice pitches higher with disbelief. "How the bloody hell does a threesome happen by accident?"

Before you can stutter through some semblance of an explanation—not that could, really—Remus rises from his seat, his limbs unfolding with a languid grace that seems entirely out of place given the situation. "Allow me to demonstrate," he says, and there's a gleam in his amber eyes that suggests he's enjoying this far too much.

Your heart lurches as Remus crosses the room in a few easy strides. He leans down, one hand coming to rest gently on the side of your face, and kisses you. It's slow and deliberate, a display of confidence and assurance that leaves no room for doubt. His thumb brushes lightly against your jawline before he pulls away, a satisfied smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

The room falls silent, the only sound the crackling fire and the sharp intake of breath as everyone tries to process what they've just witnessed. Then Remus turns slightly, leaning down to press his lips to Lily's in a kiss that is equally unhurried and certain. She laughs against him, her hand curling into the front of his jumper as the room erupts into chaos.

"Merlin's beard," Sirius mutters, sinking back into his seat. It's as if he's been physically struck, the impact leaving him winded and wide-eyed.

James's gaze shifts between the three of you, his expression a blend of bewilderment and admiration tinged with a hint of envy. Peter looks on, eyes round behind his glasses as if mentally filing away every detail for later recounting. Marlene's laughter rings out, a bright note against the stone walls, ricocheting with the force of revelation.

"Wait, wait," James stammers, shaking his head as though trying to clear it of fog. "Are you—are all three of you—?"

Lily pulls away from Remus, her hand sliding down to rest at his elbow. Her lips curve into a catlike grin, and she wipes a smudge of lipstick from the corner of her mouth. "Wouldn't you like to know, Potter?"

Sirius's gaze darts to Remus, a flicker of betrayal flashing across his features before settling into disbelief. "And you didn't think to mention this?"

"Didn't seem like breakfast conversation," Remus replies with a nonchalant shrug, hiding whatever amusement he might feel behind a stoic mien.

James groans and drops his face into his hands, his shoulders shaking with unspoken laughter or perhaps despair—it's hard to tell. Sirius, meanwhile, is frozen in his seat, staring blankly at the table as if the very fabric of reality has been yanked out from under him.

Lily looks at you, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "I think we broke them," she whispers, the corners of her mouth twitching upwards in suppressed laughter.

Remus leans back in his chair, stretching out comfortably. A smirk plays on his lips, as if he's enjoying the chaos unfolding. "That's what they get for playing stupid games."

You can't help but chuckle as the room descends into a flurry of questions, accusations, and demands for more information. Yet despite the clamour, you notice that James and Sirius keep stealing glances at the three of you, their expressions wary and curious. This topic, it seems, isn't going away anytime soon.

[daenysx]

6:00 am, Remus lupin ?🙏

6.00 AM | REMUS LUPIN

remus mumbles your name in his sleep.

he scrunches his nose, you watch him through your half open eyes, he's the cutest he's ever been when he doesn't know what he's doing. the softest, his lips part as if he wants to say something, he swallows. what is he dreaming about?

you get closer until you can rub your nose to his neck with too much affection. the room is half dark, remus's hands are warm on you, and he doesn't wear his shirt. he smells like sleep, mint, and distinctly himself. you kiss his heart softly.

he says your name again like a plea. you open your eyes, wondering about his dream. the ghost of a smile plays on his lips, he's cheeky, he whispers something you can't quite catch. you draw a circle on his waist with your fingertip. another one, when he doesn't react.

"pretty-" he whispers then. he's still sleeping. "mm-love you."

you smile against his heart. he breathes evenly, his eyebrows move. then, he flinches. it's not like he's scared but a soft flinch, he opens his eyes. sleep drips from them, glossy and a perfect pair, he looks at you.

"dove?" his morning voice is scratchy, he tries to clear his throat. "did i wake you up?"

"no." you tell him with a smile. "but you were dreaming."

remus thinks. the dream isn't so clear in his head, he can remember bits and pieces, though. he tries to picture all of it, his pretty face covered in a frown.

"it's still early." you say. "go back to sleep."

your voice is honey, remus loves it. he holds you tight on his chest and lifts you up a bit in bed to kiss your neck. it's a good kiss, sound and sweet, he kisses again. you fix his hair, try to settle down on him as he loves you with sticky morning kisses.

"you said my name." you whisper, a smile dancing on your lips. "were you dreaming about me?"

oh, you know it. remus is not surprised honestly, his mind is full of you, he likes when he gets to see you even in his sleep. your body in his arms, your face in his mind. he gets to have you all the time, what can be better than this?

"i can't remember all of it." he says. "but i think i did dream about you."

"that's sweet." you murmur. "i love you, too."

"hmm?"

"you said it in your sleep, baby."

he's so full of love these days, he can't keep his mouth shut. tiny bit embarrassed and so in love, he buries his face to your neck. you keep him there until he falls asleep again.

[professor-scribbls]

I did Regulus so of course I had to do James next, here he is for my Zombie AU! Yes they have matching flannels no that was not intentional I’m keeping it anyway 😋

also! here a link to the fic I wrote for this AU!!

The World We Left Behind

[my-castles-crumbling]

city - January 23rd - black brothers - background jegulus - @black-brothers-microfic - word count: 239

“So?” Sirius asked eagerly, taking an offered glass of wine from Regulus and sitting on the fancy leather couch in his brother’s sitting room.

Regulus was quiet for a long moment, pouring his own glass and arranging himself on a nearby armchair, his face carefully blank. “He took me to the city,” he murmured, taking a sip of his drink and staring into the distance.

Sirius grinned to himself. He’d known this, of course. He’d helped James come up with the whole plan. “And?” he probed, raising his own glass to his lips.

“He brought me to a museum. We walked around, went to my favorite restaurant…” Regulus answered, his voice still strangely quiet. “He held my coat when I didn’t want to wear it. He gave me a flower, Sirius.” He sounded confused, like he’d never heard of such a gesture before.

The older man grinned. “That sounds great! Didn’t you like it?”

Finally, Regulus met his eyes. “I…I did. It’s just…is it supposed to be like this? To feel like this?” he asked, face breaking into a wondrous expression.

And Sirius couldn’t decide whether he should laugh or cry. “Like what, Reg?” he asked, though he knew the answer. He’d experienced the same thing with Remus for the first time not long ago, and every day since.

Regulus pursed his lips, as if trying to come up with the perfect word. Finally, he opened his mouth. “Like…home.”

[srslyblvck]

── secret santa,, james potter [part one]

pairing: james potter x fem!reader

synopsis: in which you become the secret santa of none other than james potter

genre: fluff

warnings: none

author's note: ik it isn't even december, oh well, i couldn't help myself :)

word count: 1.1k

part two!

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ SNOW FLUTTERED GENTLY AGAINST the tall, frosted windows of the Gryffindor common room, casting a soft glow over the cosy space. The fire crackled merrily in the hearth, and the air buzzed with anticipation as the Gryffindor gang gathered in a circle on the floor, laughing and sipping on mugs of cocoa.

Sirius, always the self-appointed leader of mischief, stood atop one of the squishy armchairs like he was addressing a crowd of thousands. His dark hair flopped dramatically as he gestured toward the large bowl of folded parchment in his hands.

“Lend me your ears!” Sirius announced with flair. “It is time for the greatest, most legendary Gryffindor tradition—our annual Secret Santa! The only thing that rivals this sacred event is when James hexed Snivellus’—”

“Sirius!” Lily interrupted, fixing him with a sharp glare, though the corners of her mouth twitched in amusement. “If you could manage to keep it PG, that’d be great.”

Sirius sighed dramatically, holding a hand to his chest. “Evans, your lack of faith wounds me. I’m a model of propriety.”

Remus snorted softly from his seat on the arm of the couch. “Sure you are.”

“Can we please get on with it before Sirius bursts into a sonnet about himself?” James chimed in, sprawled out on the floor with his hands behind his head. His untamable hair stuck out in every direction, and his glasses were slightly askew. He was grinning, the kind of grin that could light up an entire room.

“You’re just eager because you’re convinced you’ll get Evans again,” Marlene teased, leaning over to flick James on the shoulder.

James shot her a mock-wounded look. “For your information, I have no such hopes. My heart will graciously accept any gift—except socks. Sirius.”

Sirius gasped. “I would never.”

“You absolutely would,” Dorcas piped up with a smirk, earning a round of laughter from the group.

“Alright, alright!” Sirius cut in, gesturing dramatically toward the bowl in his hands. “The rules are simple: pick a name, don’t tell anyone who you’ve got, and if your gift sucks, prepare to be ruthlessly mocked.”

“Sounds fair,” Peter muttered as he scratched his nose.

One by one, the group leaned forward to pluck a slip of parchment from the bowl. You waited until your turn, your fingers brushing against the cool paper as you grabbed a folded chit. Your heart skipped a beat as you unfolded it and saw the name:

James Potter.

Your eyes instinctively darted toward him. James was mid-laugh, probably at some ridiculous quip Sirius had made, and there was a mischievous sparkle in his hazel eyes. You quickly looked away before anyone could notice the heat rising to your cheeks.

Of all the names you could’ve drawn, it had to be James.

From the moment names were drawn, the common room became a hotbed of shenanigans.

“Oi, love,” James said casually the next evening as you sat near the fire, working on your Potions essay. “You can just tell me who you’ve got, you know. Save yourself the stress.”

You didn’t even look up from your parchment. “Nice try, Potter. Not happening.”

He leaned back in his chair, clutching his chest dramatically. “You wound me! After everything we’ve been through?”

“I’m doing you a favour,” you said with a smirk, finally glancing up. “Imagine the disappointment if I told you someone else got you and not your precious Evans.”

His grin widened, and there was a playful glint in his eyes. “Who says I want Evans?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You’ve only been after her for, what, three years?”

James shrugged, leaning forward on his elbows. “Maybe I’ve had a change of heart. Maybe there’s someone else who’s caught my eye.”

Your cheeks burned, and you quickly ducked your head to pretend you were reading your essay. “Well, whoever they are, I’m sure they pity you.”

He threw his head back with a laugh, and your stomach did an annoying little flip. Merlin, he was impossible.

The chaos only deepened as Christmas approached. James became increasingly annoying in his quest to figure out his Secret Santa, trying to weasel answers out of everyone.

“Wormtail, it’s you, isn’t it?”

“What? No!” Peter said, flustered, clutching his Charms textbook.

“It’s Moony, then,” James decided, turning to Remus.

“I’m not saying anything,” Remus said calmly, flipping a page in his book. “But if you keep pestering me, I’ll make sure whoever has you gets you socks.”

“Traitors, all of you,” James declared, throwing himself onto the couch in defeat.

“I heard Sirius in Honeydukes the other day asking the shopkeeper if they could make a giant chocolate wolf. Like, life-sized.” Marlene whispered, her eyes wide with glee.

You clamped a hand over your mouth to stifle your laugh. “You’re kidding.”

“I wish I were,” Marlene said, grinning. “The poor clerk looked like they didn’t know whether to laugh or run.”

“Are you two gossiping about me?” Sirius asked, turning to narrow his eyes at you and Marlene.

“Always,” Marlene quipped, not missing a beat.

Sirius looked pleased. “As you should.”

You spent hours agonising over James’ gift. He was impossible to shop for—he had everything he needed, and he didn’t seem the type to care much about material things. But you wanted it to be special, something that would show you’d noticed the little things about him.

Finally, inspiration struck.

You bought him a small, leather-bound notebook, the kind with a soft cover and faint golden stars embossed on the front. James was always scribbling something—Quidditch plays, spell ideas, random doodles. It seemed like the perfect fit.

Inside the front cover, you wrote:

For all your brilliant (and slightly ridiculous) ideas. - ♡

You also found a tiny enchanted Snitch pin at a shop in Hogsmeade. It was gold and delicate, and its tiny wings occasionally fluttered when touched. You figured it was subtle enough to wear but still a nod to his love for Quidditch.

The common room glowed with the warmth of fairy lights strung around the tree, and the group had gathered again, this time with a pile of wrapped gifts beneath the branches. Sirius had, naturally, donned a Santa hat and was gleefully handing out presents.

When it was James’ turn, he tore into the wrapping paper with childlike enthusiasm, his grin widening as he pulled out the notebook and pin.

“This is…” He trailed off, turning the notebook over in his hands. His hazel eyes softened as he read the note inside, and a small, genuine smile played on his lips. “This is brilliant.”

He held up the pin, letting it catch the light, and glanced around the room. “Whoever got me this, you’ve officially got better taste than Sirius.”

“Oi!” Sirius protested, though he was laughing.

James’ gaze flickered to you for a brief moment, and your heart stuttered. Did he know? The way his smile lingered made you wonder, but you quickly looked away, your cheeks warm.

For now, you were content with the way his smile lit up the room.

[mischievousmoony]

hi, ok i have another idea for a fic which again totally up to you to write!! but i had an idea with dad!james and r where their kid is like equally obsessed with their mum as james is with r and one day james decides to prank their kid by saying something bad about the r while their kid is present and the baby just goes off. i feel like you would do an amazing job with this! feel free to ignore too. have a perfectly splendid day!!

-🪷

"the baby just goes off" painted a hilarious picture of an infant yelling at his dad in my mind lmao. ty for the request this warmed my heart to write + special thanks to @moonpascal for chatting a little about kids, gave me the reassurance & inspiration i needed

𝚋𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚜

⟢ dad!james potter x fem!reader ⊹ 1.1k ⟢ warnings/tags: fluff, dad/husband!james, mom/wife!reader, no use of y/n, no name for the son, idk how to write a child's dialogue tbh son's supposed to sound 4 years old

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James gladly goes out of his way to mention to anyone who will listen that his little one is unmistakably a Mummy's boy. From family to friends to the poor souls who bag his groceries, James will talk the ear off of anyone he can.

He finds it to be the most endearing thing in the world— the way that your son is as obsessed with you as James is. Always staying close and clinging to you, touching affection radiating from every hug and smile.

Today, as he watches his son run back and forth across the carpet, handing his mother block after block just to see her face light up after each gift, his awe and admiration are insurmountable.

Last night, James surprised you with a pair of earrings that you have been wishing for. When your face lit up upon receiving the little leatherette box, so did your son's. He didn't quite understand why you were so excited about some cube, but since then he's been trying to replicate your excitement with presents of his own.

"Oh my! Another one! Thank you, buddy," you beam, you're gratefulness and delight unwavering as he hands you the sixth block.

Your son giggles, bouncing in his spot as you inspect each side of the little wooden toy, telling him how much you adore the blue penguin painted on one of its faces.

That's another thing that touches James' heart: the tender nurture and care that you bestow upon your son with such unwavering devotion and warmth. It has James convinced that you must be the best mum in the entire world.

He might just melt at the sight of you now, kneeling happily in front of a growing pile of blocks as your son scurries back and forth, adding to your collection. James sits cross-legged to your right, resting his elbow on his knee and laying his head in his hand, watching the two he loves most in the world with hearts in his eyes.

You gasp, as if surprised when handed block number seven. "Oh, this is my favorite one yet. How did you know I love zebras?" you ask, your thumb tracing over the red acrylic paint on the side of the block.

By the time you have twelve, nearly half of his collection, you say, "I have a lot of blocks here, buddy, do you want to give some to Daddy?"

"No!" your son protests immediately, running off to his toy box for the thirteenth time.

You and James both chuckle, exchanging amused glances. Finding your son's reaction hilarious, James’s mischievous side has him dreaming up new ways to push his buttons. Your son thinks the world of you, and James is curious to see what the little guy will do if he claims otherwise.

"Well, what am I gonna do with all of this? Should I..."

You leave your son in suspense for a moment, and his hands hover over his toy box as looks at you, hanging onto your every word in anticipation.

"...build a castle!?"

“Yeah!” your son cheers, scooping three more blocks into his arms, thrilled to supply the bricks for your castle.

James nudges you, a sign of his upcoming playfulness. “You sure about that, bud? Mummy is absolutely rotten at building castles.”

Halfway across the carpet, your son stops in his tracks, glaring at his father as he tries to keep his blocks from falling out of his arms.

Stifling a laugh, you press your fingertips to your lips. By now, you’re used to James’ bursts of mischief, and you’re more than happy to sit back and let them play out. Unless you’re an active participant, of course.

You muster up a scandalized gasp as he reaches for your mountain of presents, claiming three blocks in one hand.

“No!” your little one complains, rushing to drop his three in your lap to replace the ones that James stole, “those are Mummy’s!”

“You sure Mummy deserves all these blocks?” James asks, starting to stack them into a tower, “You watch, I’ll build a castle that’ll make her’s look like rubbish.”

Your son hastily makes his way over to his dad, both arms extended as he collides with the tower and sends the blocks flying. "Stop it," he says as he scoops up the nearest block and runs it back over to you, shouting, "Mummy's castles are the best!"

He climbs into your lap, clutching onto the toy tightly as one of your arms wraps around him, and you feel your heart start to melt as you rub soothing circles into his back. You look over your son's head, your eyes sparkling with affection as you meet your husband's tender gaze.

Not having the heart to mess with him for very long, James concedes, "You're right, I'm not being very nice, am I?"

"Nuh-uh!" your son replies, shaking his head with exaggeratedly vigor, the curls he gets from his dad bouncing about.

"What can I do to make it up to her?" James asks, turning the ordeal into a subtle lesson as he dramatically feigns sorrow and despair over his actions.

"'Pologize," your son commands, his head swiveling to look at James expectantly over his shoulder.

James puts on his most sheepish, apologetic smile, looking from his son to you. "I'm very sorry. He's right, your castles are the best. Can you forgive me, love?"

"Aw, of course I forgive you," you say warmly, your amusement manifesting as a wide smile. You lean back so you can get a good view of your son's face when you tell him, "You know, I bet what Daddy really wants is to build a castle with us. I love your presents, bud, but we don't want to leave Daddy out do we?"

He looks down at the block in his little hand. "No," he replies shyly.

"So why don't you ask him to build a castle with us?" You give him a pat on the back before releasing him from your arms. "Go on," you coax.

He steps closer to James, holding the block close to his chest. "We can all build a castle," he offers.

"Yeah?" James' face lights up, and it's not for show. Genuine joy takes over his features as he ruffles your son's hair, responding, "I'd love nothing more, little man."

"But you have to be nice to Mummy!" he demands, his little voice firm and earnest as he looks up at James with wide, serious eyes.

"I promise, I will be on my best behavior," James assures him, his voice sincere as he gives a playful salute. That's enough for your son, because he finally awards James with his very first block, which he accepts with pride.

"Good!" your son cheers, already moving on to the pile of blocks to start stacking them as he proclaims, "Mummy is the best, and we have to show it!"

Your lips part as you suck in a breath, a quiet gasp. Receiving your son's affection never fails to make your heart swell.

You don't feel James' eyes on you, but he's watching— admiring, more like, as he takes in the way that you soften at your son's sweet words. A smitten smile plays at his lips as he agrees, "She is the best, isn't she?"

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

[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.”

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requested by anon "SOMETHING WITH YOUNG!REMUS LUPIN CRUSHING ON FEM!READER PLEASEEE"

imagine catching remus lupin staring at you

"don't look now," your friend whispered in your ear. you jumped slightly, turning to her with a warning look. she paid no mind to your glare, "but remus lupin is staring at you like you're his last meal."

your face erupted into flames. "you're a wicked woman," you muttered, turning back to the notes you were jotting down.

"i'm not kidding!" she whispered harshly. "he seriously can't takes his eyes off of you!"

you looked up at her again with a huff. "he's probably just zoning out-" but when you turned your gaze toward the brunette it was clear he wasn't just staring into space--no, his gaze was laser focused on you. your eyes connected for the briefest of shocking moments before remus cleared his throat lightly and hunched back over his parchment, quill scratching away like he had never paused. your mouth hung open slightly, but you were snapped back to reality when your friend started snickering in your ear.

"don't look now," james whispered in remus's ear, but the boy was determinedly keeping his gaze and burning face down, "but i think y/n caught you staring."