#remus needs help

[maladaptivewriting]

i just know that sirius and regulus have the worst taste in food. like they grew up eating the most absurd upscale british wizard meals, the kind of thing that would put a normal person into a coma.

james would be like “oh sirius, what’s regulus’s fav food? i’ll make it for his birthday”

and sirius would reply like “it’s super easy. it’s bird beak jello with flavorless gravy on top”

[calliopesdiary]

how each marauder would react to lingere😍😩(+ barty maybe??????)

Can I be a 🪳 anon?if so then

-🪳

hi love! yes you can be 🪳 anon! <3

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the Marauders (+ Barty) react to you wearing lingerie 💋

18+ mdni ⚠️

James Potter

i think James would be starstruck

James was well brought up by his parents, which also meant he wasn’t used to this kind of stuff

but our baby would have a field day with this

his eyes would widen, his breath with stagger, and he would forget how to speak

“b-baby… you.. you’re so pretty..”

he definetly wouldn’t let you leave his dorm for the night, and would take you out shopping for more sets that you liked

anything for his princess

and he’d love how your tits looked,

James was a certified tits lover

Sirius Black

Sirius wouldn’t be big of a lingerie guy, ever since finding a pair of his mums in the house as a child.

pure trauma

but on you? that was a different story.

he would love to see all of the marks he’d left painted on your body while in a set

the fact you were his was on display and he simply couldn’t get enough of it

Now, quite like how james was a tits guy— Sirius was an ass man.

this man loved your ass.

but only yours

much like james, he would buy you any set you wanted.

and he lived for fucking you in them

just the thought of your pretty little mind first being corrupted to buy lingerie, and then get fucked in it?

made his heart race.

and it made a lovely punishment as well.

he’d tie you up to his bedpost while he had quidditch practice if you had done something bad that day.

he’d make you wait, dressed in your pretty lingerie.

and he loved that.

Remus Lupin

Remus never understood the lingerie hype

it was never a number one priority for him

but when you called him to your dorm to show him your new set

he was hard as fuckin’ rocks

he understood the appeal but only if it was on you, he didn’t like it on anyone else.

and as the casanova of gryffindor tower, he knew that from experience

Remus would fuck you till you couldn’t walk, we’re talking all night.

but don’t worry, Remus was a firm believer in aftercare.

after he eats you out though

that’s a very important step for Remus.

once you dropped something while studying with his friends and you bent over to pick it up.

and thank goodness Sirius and James were distracted by conversation because he caught an amazing glimpse of your lace panties that he just knew came along with a set.

that’s when remus lupin realized he was a whore and a pervert.

Barty Crouch Jr.

this. man. loves. lingerie.

the utter thought of lingerie was so appealing to him.

seeing you, dressed in a revealing dark green set made his brain shut off.

Barty definitely enjoys your tits, especially the naughty cleavage poking out from the tight bra.

he loves how when he met you, you were a quiet, shy, timid little thing.

and now you were this corrupted naughty girl who only seemed to care about him.

“look at you,” he cooed. “so hungry for my cock, toy.”

oh yeah, Barty was into degrading.

but he never went to far, he didn’t want you to actually believe those things.

but it was fun to make you cry.

what he enjoyed most about lingerie was getting to rip it off your body after a long day of classes and disappointing his father.

it was his favorite hobby

[crymeacriver]

Guys I’m reading Only the Brave for the first time. I have not read true angst since crimson rivers in like January pls send help I’m losing it I need Reg to pull it together

[siriusly-insane]

I desperately need wolfstar fics recs that are not tcoptp because I read it twice and it's my favorite but I can't do it with the slow burn AGAIN

[padfootastic]

if you’re writing james & sirius in a way that atleast one person doesn’t ask ‘are those two dating’ then sorry but that’s actually two random OCs with familiar names

[halfhissandwich]

For science.

[pearlynia]

The only way I'll understand accounting smoothly is by reading a jegulus/wolfstar learning accounting fic 🤦‍♀️

[poitionsprince]

I really need a Snupin coffee-shop AU fics.

Severus needs his coffee to function during the day, Remus being the new batista.

Either memorizing Severus' order easily, or screwing it up many times in the beginning (as we know that he is awful at potions).

Severus drinking it yet hating it but not saying a word, or drinking it and telling him to his face how awful that was and how to fix it (man knows his coffee) - either way he continues to come there every day, the same hour, just to be greeted by a smiling Remus.

Severus as the batista would just be him judging everyone for their taste of coffee, but making the orders to perfection.

Remus being a regular and Severus already knowing his order, Remus smiles as he says it but hears how he judges his taste - so he asks Severus what he would recommend instead.

And it goes like that for days and change of seasons - Remus taking his suggestions and getting to hear a bit more scolding and gossip over other customers since Severus had been there for a long time now.

I need this for my sanity-

[lupinmoonlight]

Submission

Masterlist AO3 Submission Part 2: Establishing Rules Submission Part 3: Obedience

Summary - You fantasize about submitting yourself to Professor Lupin.

Warnings - teacher/student (of age), heavy D/s undertones, implicit mention of choking, implicit mention of oral sex and gagging, mention of not having limits or a safeword (please don't do this and stay safe), implicit degradation (and self-degradation) my grammar.

Notes - Sometimes you need an outlet for your own fantasies (lol).

You had always been a defiant student, constantly questioning authority and resisting any attempts to control you. You valued your independence and freedom above all else. But something inside you vanished when you first saw him. Your dignity, perhaps? All you knew was that you were never the same after. 

He was tall. Too tall. He had sandy brown hair peppered with grey. His soft, gentle eyes were framed by laugh lines, and his smile was warm and inviting. His calm and collected demeanour was a stark contrast to your fiery nature. He looked too kind, which made you think something fierce and untamed was lurking beneath his soft exterior. Maybe this explained the chokehold this man had on you. It didn't really matter anymore. It didn't matter why or how or when. He broke you without even trying. 

You hung on his every word, completely captivated by the way he spoke, the way he moved, the way his eyes would occasionally glance in your direction. You longed to feel his touch, to be held by him, to be completely at his mercy. 

Your obsession with him was like a storm brewing within you, threatening to consume you entirely. The more you tried to suppress your feelings, the more intense and twisted they became. 

"Your grip on your wand is too tight. Relax," he had murmured in your ear, the warmth of his breath lingering on your neck.

It was then that something inside of you snapped. As he stood behind you, whispering instructions in your ear, his firm yet gentle touch on your hand as he guided your hold on your wand, you melted. He had you. You could smell him, the faint scent of old books and sandalwood. It was intoxicating. You wanted more. You needed more. You craved more. 

You wanted to lose yourself in him, to forget who you were. You didn't want to make decisions anymore. You'd let him take over. You'd let him decide what you eat, wear, do, think. You'd let him decide when you sleep. Fuck, you'd let him decide when you breathe. 

You wanted him to hurt you, to break you, to bend you to his will. You wanted his hand to be wrapped around your throat, his thumb pressed against your heartbeat. You wanted him to have you, to take you, to drown you in his scent. You wanted him to make you kneel at his feet, his fingers tightly laced in your hair. You wanted him to make you look up at him, to make you beg for even the slightest touch, to make you gag around him. You wanted your throat to be sore from him using you. You wanted him to bend you over his desk, to fuck you until you couldn't walk anymore. No limits. No safeword. Just him and your submission. 

Pathetic. That's what you were. But you didn't care anymore because you just wanted to let go, to give yourself. You wanted to be his. You wanted to have his marks on you, on your hips, on your neck, on your chest. You wanted his essence to fill you. You wanted him to own you in every way possible. But even then, it wouldn't be enough. It would never be enough. 

[aeligsido]

practice date

(so I got his idea and had to like, write it a bit. I may end up reworking it a bit and posting it on ao3 later if I feel like it. No particular two — just Remus being oblivious and Sirius, for once, missing the writing on the wall lmao.)

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It all started because of fucking Frank Longbottom. He didn't know how or why, but Frank took Remus out on a date once during their fourth year — right before Frank and Alice started dating, too — and after that, Remus somehow became the most eligible person in all of Hogwarts. Even Slytherins ended up victims of this pandemic.

It pissed Sirius off. Remus was a kind person, sure, and adorable and pretty and smart and gentle and with a humor to die for and so much more mischievous than at first glance and definitely more than date worthy; but for some reason, those people only ever took him out once and then broke it off immediately after. They even started dating other people after! Properly dating, even, not just a trip to Hogsmeade followed by a goodbye-see-you-never, like they did to Remus. It wasn't fair. Remus deserved better than that — he deserved to be taken care of, to have someone to hold his hand and go to the bookstore with him and buy him his favorite apple pie. Not... that.

(Sirius could be this person for Remus.)

Last time, he went with Mary — again, because she was the exception to the rule and often went out with him without deeming him worthy to give him the title of boyfriend. Well. Five times. Five times was a lot! But, last time — last time they went to Madam Puddifoot together once more, but were back laughing at the Three Broomsticks pretty soon in the day, joining them for the rest of the trip. When they separated in the common room, Mary had kissed his cheek and thanked him with a sweet smile, but yet again nothing came out of it.

Sirius was pretty angry at her — at all of them, really. Why did they all feel necessary to play with Remus' heart like that?

He was sitting on his bed, now, on the eve of a new Hogsmead's weekend, angrily wondering who was taking Moony out this time — and perhaps who will be the next target of his pranks. James was going in and out of the bathroom, apparently doing a skincare routine (or something of the like) that managed to take longer than his usual morning routine. Peter was sitting on his bed as well, books open before him, taking notes probably for some homework. Remus was putting on the good shirt he usually wears for his dates.

"So," he started, gripping his pillow tightly. "Going out again, Moony?"

"Hm?" Remus raised his head to address him with a smile. "Yeah, I think it'll be fun."

He was always saying that.

"Who you're going with?"

"Me!" cheered James from the bathroom door.

Sirius blinked. Because, he couldn't have heard that — right? James — his best friend, the other half of his soul — could not do that to him, to Remus?

Peter looked up, suddenly more interested.

Remus smiled indulgently. "Hence the it's going to be fun, you know?"

"But—" Sirius didn't have the time to formulate everything in him — the pit in his stomach and in his heart and the bubbling, ugly feelings taking a hold on his throat — that Moony was already interrupting him.

"Don't worry, Pads. I'll send him back to you at five o'clock sharp." He winked, then, as if it was Sirius' concern at the moment.

"I've been told Moony's the best at it," continued James, apparently ignoring the chaos choking Sirius up. "Our boy comes highly recommended!" He blew up a kiss in Remus' direction, who just shook his head fondly.

"Recommended?" Sirius finally croaked out, trying to make sense of the whole thing.

James properly got out of the bathroom, then, taking a look at him with concern on his face. "You know? For the practice date? Before my real date with Lily next week?" His expression turned dreamy for a moment. "I can't believe I have a date with her," he sighed happily.

Shuffling closer to them, Remus lowered his voice. "I have a practice date with Lily after James. She was pretty anxious when she asked me." He smiled, then, again, as if nothing could make him happier than being a practice date.

Was that what he had been doing this whole time? Giving people practice dates?

Sirius frowned. Remus having so many one-time dates didn't sit well with him, but having so many practice dates didn't seem really fair either.

"How many were real?"

"How many what were real?" asked Remus, confused.

"You know, the dates."

Remus let out a short, surprised laugh. Sirius pursued his lips, unamused, and Remus calmed down at his unusual gravity.

"None? It's not like anyone would want to really date me, anyway." He gestured to himself, as if it was explanation enough — which it wasn't, Sirius wanted to date this whole... Remusness, thank you very much. Remus was amazing, why wouldn't people want to date him?

Sirius couldn't answer — it didn't know if he could actually say anything to that. Remus got distracted by James, anyway, and soon they were leaving them behind for their practice date.

Sirius put his face into his pillow and let out an angry yell.

From his bed, Peter turned a page of his book, utterly unbothered but still a cheeky bastard. The clear amusement in his next words was proof enough of it.

"So, do you want me to be your practice date for when Moony'll realize you're trying to ask him out, or you'll take Prongs?"

Sirius threw the pillow at him.

[kquil]

just quickly because i can't decide, which order should i go for, darlings?

don't worry about what this exactly for, just know that it's in anticipation for my poly marauders x reader 'Heroes in Tattoos' series update in October (˵ ¬ᴗ¬˵)

[caitcat04]

I've not been in the tss fandom for a while and I forgot the TERMOIL these characters are in

[thetourturedwritersclub]

Hi yall I need help to decide smth. So a while ago I made a post abt the marauders as teachers and now I need help to decide bc I got two new ideas idk which one to do

[wastingawayinmyroom]

can't stop thinking of youuuu (it's a fictional character i read a fanfic of)

[maladaptivewriting]

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again.

no one was a bigger wolfstar shipper than miss lily “serving cunt” evans.

i love to headcanon her as sirius’ friend, but even if you see her more as remus’, then you know she spent all her time scheming ways to get them together.

[accio-sriracha]

Remus: *is the one they all go to for advice*

Also Remus: *hasn't slept in three days, hasn't eaten anything but a bar of chocolate for two, hates himself thoroughly, would literally jump in front of a bullet for a stranger just for the chance to die by accident*

Remus: Yeah, of course, I'm great at giving advice.