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hi hii jade! Was wondering if you could do something sweet and fluffy w poly!marauders where reader wakes up in a very cozy and giggly mood ���� just some warm domestic love hehe
thank you for requesting! fem, 1k
Someone is kissing his waist. Sirius squirms in his dozing, not expecting it as those kisses travel up his naked chest. Your laugh is breathy and soft as you kiss his shoulder, your weight strewn across his side and arm, your hand finding his cheek.Â
Your fingers feel inhuman in the best way, like an angel. They spread across his face and neck as you hold him in place and kiss the skin where his neck meets his shoulder. âI love youâŚâ you whisper, the âyouâ turning long and slow like honey slipping down his front. âI wish you didnât sleep so much.âÂ
You kiss him again, and with that youâre out of bed. Out of the room before Sirius has time to gather his wits, but he does gather them, because he needs more of whatever that was.Â
What sort of sweetheart kisses somebody with such gentleness thinking they wonât remember? To press affection into him with want of nothing in return. He doesnât even bother getting dressed, just scrubs at his sleep-swollen face and fishes the crusties from his eyes as he descends the stairs, numb-legged.Â
James is grabbing you by the hips, helping you up onto the counter. His curls bounce at the back of his neck. âWhatâs gotten into you?â he asks.Â
âLove, for sure.âÂ
âI can see that. Eggs? Omelette?âÂ
âJamie, you can make anything. Actually, let me make you somethingââ
James pushes you further onto the top. âThatâs okay, Iâm cooking. I want to cook.âÂ
Sirius isnât insecure, exactly. He feels heâs quite handsome when he attempts to be, and he knows you like him whether heâs trying or not, but he doesnât know if you want to be interrupted, either of you, and itâs his private agony to wonder what to do. Then you spot him over Jamesâ shoulder and your eyes practically sparkle.Â
âSiriâŚâ you sing-song, melodic as he crosses the kitchen linoleum to be with you and James. âDid I wake you? Iâm sorry.âÂ
Sirius touches Jamesâ elbow with love but swoops in on you. âDid you wake me?â he asks, kissing your cheek, his arms working behind you to hold you as his lips travel downward. He isnât half as sweet as you were, too busy trying to squeeze your torso against his and mould you into a perfect fit against him and under his arm to really think about what heâs doing.Â
âShe did it to me, too.âÂ
Sirius pulls your face into his neck and turns to James with a grin. âAnd Remus?âÂ
âHe was already awake. But she kissed him and did that thing where her eyes somehow look bigger and shiny and he had to go for a walk.âÂ
âHe didnât have to go for a walk,â you mumble from Siriusâ neck. âHe always walks on Saturday mornings. Heâs just getting some herbs from the greenhouse.âÂ
The back door opens on cue. Remus reappears with an aura about him much like yours, dropping the cut herbs on the cutting board, and stopping just shy of everyone to smile. âDid she do it to you, as well?â he asks.Â
James squeezes Remusâ face in his hand, a quick thank you for the herbs that has the latter turning pink.Â
âShe waylaid me with kisses like a common whore.âÂ
âSirius,â James says scornfully.Â
âMe being the whore,â Sirius says. You laugh into his neck, seemingly with no inclination to leave the circle of his arms. âWill I ever see your face again?â he asks.Â
âItâs cozy here. I wish weâd stayed in bed.âÂ
âWe can go back.âÂ
âAfter breakfast,â James says, popping an egg on the edge of the frying pan, breaking the shell one handed as he gives the sizzling oil a shake.Â
Remus not so subtly crosses the last of the space to slot himself between your right thigh and the counter. Sirius has the urge to cup his cheek as James had done âRemus has an extremely holdable faceâ but is distracted by your nose nuzzling the line of his throat.Â
âI love you,â you say.Â
Doesnât matter who youâre talking to. All three boys melt.Â
âIâd like to do some really weird things to you,â Sirius says.Â
âMe too,â James agrees. âBut we do need breakfast first.âÂ
âNo one is doing anything weird to me, itâs the weekend.â You beam as Remus laughs, seemingly your intention.Â
Sirius backs away to a polite but still close proximity. He isnât selfish; being in a âstrangeâ relationship like this one is a lot of reading cues, and a lot of just plain old climbing into people's laps when you want them, because nobody can truly read minds. Yet Sirius can see that youâre in the sort of mood where everything you touch turns to gold and all the boys want a piece of you, and who is he to get in the way of that?Â
Well, heâs your boyfriend. He takes a kiss before he delegates himself to being herb-chopper, stealing glances of you from the corner of his eye.Â
You tease a strand of Remusâ hair behind his ear.Â
âWeird stuff is for weekdays only,â youâre murmuring. âWhat I want today is the real romantic stuff.âÂ
âThen you can have it,â Remus murmurs back.Â
Sirius will happily be doing very romantic things to both of you after his omelette. James, too, if heâs so inclined.Â
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would you be up to do bff remus with no boundaries?? i think that would be an interesting dynamic
maybe like after a full moon and she just like fully gives him a shower, or something where heâs just completely naked and the boys are so confused at whatâs happening
"Arm up, Rem," You hum, but your fingers pry at his pale, scarred skin before he can even begin moving a muscle.
You lift his bicep away from his side, bringing the lathered loofa in your hand to swipe through the curve of his armpit. Suds slide down his sides and you hear him hiss as they mingle with his still-healing cuts and scrapes, but there's nothing to be done except cleaning them before they can be dressed.
"Easy, easy," You rub a hand over his back in a soothing circle that carefully avoids his injuries, "Just gotta get 'em clean, then we can dress them. You can sleep on your stomach, that'll help the ones on your back. How'd you even get scratches on your back?"
"It's all the ladies I occupy my time with," Remus drawls, but his pain is evident in the weakness of his voice, "Women love werewolves."
When you don't answer, leaving an purposefully awkward silence behind that swirls with the steam from the shower, Remus sighs, "Got all scratched up from the tree branches out there."
You drag the loofa from his side to his back, carefully ghosting over the caked dirt around his wounds. His knuckles turn white as he clenches his fists, but when he tries drawing one into his mouth to bite at it you take it in your own free hand.
"No biting. That's reserved for your better half."
"Are you talking about Sirius, or the wolf? Sirius bites me," Remus grumbles, and- speak of the devil, there's feet pounding obnoxiously up the stairs and towards the dorms.
"Moony, we've got all the chocolate we could carry," Sirius informs him, and there's the sound of wrapped goods being piled on Remus's comforter before James and Sirius step into the doorway of the bathroom.
James lets out an 'ooh' and turns away with a grimace when he sees you kneeled beside Remus's naked form beneath the spray of water, but Sirius stands stock-still, frozen by some mix of intrigue and horror.
"Uh, are we interrupting something?"
"Just a bath," You smile kindly at them, scrubbing gently at Remus's neck, "He has trouble getting his back sometimes."
"Sometimes- have you two done this before?"
"After every moon." You nod helpfully when Remus merely ducks his head to rest between his knees, "You two are usually either asleep or trying to get grass out of your pelts."
There's something green in Sirius's hair that proves the two were unsuccessful this time around.
"Oh. I'm sorry, Moony, I didn't know you had a caregiver," Sirius snickers, "Does she help you put your panties on too?"
"Don't let him get to you, dove," Remus murmurs, his eyes slipping shut as the warm water seeps into his skin and heals an ancient ache in his bones, "He's just mad he'll never get to take yours off. They're a real pretty pattern, y'know," Remus glances up at Sirius with the ghost of a smirk on his face, muffled by pain but persistent all the same, "Shame she's not interested in showing 'em to you."
"You've seen her panties, mate?" James cuts in, peering over Sirius's shoulder, "What are you two?"
"Friends," You shrug, "But it's stuffy in here at night, and my sleeping pants get too warm."
"You're telling me all the times you two have slept over in here all snuggled up in his bed, that you've not had any pants on?"
"Well I don't make it a habit to strip in his bed," You scoff, scrubbing at a particularly stubborn grass stain on the pale plane of his hip, "But I can promise you that my pants are never gonna be on your floor, either one of you."
"Oh please, we wouldn't dream of stealing Moony's girl," Sirius claps James on the shoulder, "But whaddya think about that, mate? Strippin' down to cuddle in bed together? They seem to think it's a friendly endeavor."
"I typically only ditch my pants for Lily, Padfoot," James informs Sirius with a sympathetic smile, "But I'll ask her if I can bring my dog to her dorm tomorrow night. You can sleep at our feet."
Sirius begins valiantly arguing for a spot higher up on the bed, every dog's hardest battle to fight, but you're no longer interested in their antics or the noise they're producing. You reach out your foot to kick at the door, and it swings shut with a satisfying click.
"Thanks, love." Remus groans, his face squished between his knees, "They were givin' me a headache."
"They always give you a headache," You dig your thumbs into a tense spot on his back and he twitches beneath you with a hum of appreciation, "We should get a flat together without them. They can be the feral deer and dog that live outside our cottage."
"We'll have to call animal control" Remus grins wryly against the rounded bend of his knee as you lean forwards to wash beneath his thighs, "How strong are their strongest tranquilizer darts?"
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1 boyfriend, 3 perverts - Remus Lupin (poly!marauders)
Summary: Your bf loves giving you head... especially when he's high, and doesn't mind having friends around. 2.5k wc - read pt. 2 here Wrote this instead of studying for my exams that start tmr...
The wooden floor was cold under your feet, blanketed by the chilly air that filled the dorms at this time of the year. You tip toed over to where you left your slippers by the mirror, clenching your jaw as you opened the door to your dorm, careful not to wake your peacefully slumbering roommates. Once outside, you let out a breath you didn't realise you'd been holding, making your way down the stairs leading to the common room.
Luckily, most of the Gryffindors were already in their dorms, tired after a long few days of exams, so no one could see you, nearly half naked, warily creeping up the boys' dormitory staircase. The hallway is dark, but you can hear the muffled noises behind doors of dorm-mates joking around, or arguing. You stop in front of the right door, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before taking it out again, shaking your head to make your hair fall back into its natural state. Peeking down at your outfit, you nod in reassurance. Wearing small sleep shorts that barely covered your ass and a low cut tank top that didn't make an effort in hiding your perky nipples, you were sure that Remus would pounce on you the second he saw you.
Knocking on the door twice, you look around the hallway to make sure no one catches you in the wrong place. The dorm is eerily quiet when Peter opens the door to the dorm, and he looks visibly relieved when he sees it's you, his shoulders dropping in ease. "It's only y/n, lads." He states, stepping to the side to let you in, and a ruckus of noise fills the room once more as you walk inside, the other three boys clearly just as relieved as he was. They're all sat at the big window nook, window open behind them, cigarette wrappers littering the seats around them, clearly in the middle of a smoke sess. "Sweetheart!" Exclaims Remus from where he is sat, as you approach him, wrapping both arms over his shoulders in a loose hug.
Remus passes the cigarette he holds over to Sirius, letting both arms wrap around you, landing on the back of your bare thighs, just under your ass. He tugs you slightly closer to him, tilting his head up for you to bend down, pressing your lips down to his in a kiss. Remus kisses you hungrily, his hands trailing upwards to press your torso as close to him as he can, opening his mouth slightly so his tongue meets yours as you kiss, making you gasp in shock. You put a hand on his chest, pushing him away from you, eyes wide in surprise at his desperation. His lips tasted of weed and lemon drops, an explanation to his excitement.
"Remmy." You say lovingly, dropping your head down to press kisses onto his naked neck. Remus pushes your hips back slightly, and he spins you around in his arms, shoving you down so you're sat on his laps, and you finally acknowledge the two other boys, engrossed in conversation as though they hadn't even noticed your affectionate exchange. "Hey boys." You greet, accepting the cigarette Sirius hands you when they turn their attention to you. Taking a drag of the cigarette, you move your head to the side, allowing Remus to push your hair back, littering sloppy kisses onto your soft skin, making a trail of saliva down to your tank top's neckline, which barely covers the top of your tits, as Sirius begins to catch you up on their story.
One of Remus' hands comes up to cup one of your breasts, toying with it in his hand, and you briefly wonder just how long they've been smoking for. You jerk away from your boyfriend when his teeth graze the side of your neck teasingly. His grip around your waist tightens, and he pushes you down on his laps back into place, pressing your cunt down on his growing erection. Remus only separates himself from your neck to take a drag of the cigarette hanging between your index and middle finger before he gets back to business, ignoring the boys who begin teasing him.
Eventually, when Sirius drowsily says "Rem here can't go 10 minutes without bringing up how he needs to have you close to him, so I'm not surprised that he's all over you." Remus, still unbothered and worshiping your body, retorts with "Well I'm allowed to miss my girlfriend. At least I'm not the bloke who jerks off to photos of his best mate's girl." The room goes completely silent, with the exception of squelching noises Remus' wet kisses make on your skin. Your jaw goes slack, and you observe the looks on your boyfriend's three best friends' faces, noticing their gaping mouths and rosy cheeks. You almost don't believe your boyfriend, but the looks on his mates' faces say otherwise.
Your hand trails up to grip your boyfriend's short hair, trying to gently tug him away from you for a moment, as you rotate on his laps to face him as best you can. He obliges, looking up at your awaiting gaze with red eyes, a clear sign of how high he is. "Remus, what?" A sleeve covered hand comes up to wipe the saliva off his swollen pink lips. "You didn't know? These three perverts have had a massive crush on you since we got together. Always look extra close when we kiss, or when I touch your body the way no guy should in front of his best mates. To be fair, I only do it because I noticed the photo of you on your knees for me disappeared. Was my favourite photo of you too." His hand comes up to stroke your cheek as he says that last sentence, bringing your face closer to his to kiss you again.
You moan into the kiss, hands coming up to grip his jumper, completely unaware of the growing tents in the other boys' trousers, or the guilty looks on their faces, unaware that they had been caught by the big bad wolf. A string of saliva connects your lips when you pull away from the kiss, and Remus adds "But they're my best mates, I don't mind sharing with them a little." And with that, Remus' hands snake under your thighs, lifting you up gently, and placing you on the spot next to him on the big window nook. "Lay back down for me." You obey his words, still very much confused, head conveniently landing on Peter's laps, acting as a pillow for you. Remus climbs over you to continue placing kisses from where he left off, hands gripping the bottom of your shirt to effortlessly pull it over your head, your bare tits exposed to the group of boys.
You arch your back, the cool summer air sticking to the coats of saliva on your torso, and you take the time to look at the two boys observing you. Both Sirius and James have a hand over the tent in their trousers, palming their growing erections at the sight of you being pleasured by their best mate. At the tap on your hips, your gaze trails back down to your boyfriend, whose fingers grip your revealing sleeping shorts. You lift your hips up, eyes trailing back up to the boy looking down at you, and you smile up at him.
Remus, completely undisturbed by the attention you're paying his friends, pulls your panties off, throwing them in James' general direction as he spreads your knees open, lowering himself onto your cunt. He inhales deeply, his enhanced senses nearly causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure, before he finally buries himself into your cunt, disrupting the moment you shared with Peter, a loud moan cutting off whatever he was telling you. A hand immediately comes to grip Remus' chestnut hair, and your legs fall open even more, letting him suck at your clit and nip the areas around your thighs, surely leaving hickeys on your skin.
Remus's nose nudges at your clit, his tongue poking in and out of your hole, before he switches his attention, sucking aggressively on your sensitive nub, and dragging a finger up your slit, teasing your entrance with it. You gasp in pleasure, shutting your eyes close and bucking your hips up into your boyfriend's face. However, you don't have time to enjoy the feeling before it's taken away from you. "No!" You yell, shooting upwards and barely missing Peter's face when Remus completely removes contact with your pussy, only a hand on your thigh acting as any form of contact between your bodies. "Pete," Remus starts, causing the blonde boy's head to snap towards your boyfriend, an expression of absolute fear on his face.
"Don't let her close her eyes." He finishes, before plunging right back into your pussy, making your thighs squeeze around his head in pleasure. Peter puts his hands on your shoulders, helping you lay back down again, and you pant, looking off to the side to distract yourself from closing your eyes in pleasure. James has your panties wrapped around his hand, palming his dick over his sweatpants, and Sirius sits next to him, joggers unashamedly pulled down just enough for his dick to spring out, jerking himself off in long strokes. You gasp, back arching when Remus plunges two fingers inside your cunt, thrusting them into you quickly while his mouth works on stimulating your clit.
"Oh Rem!" You moan, digging your head back into Peter's laps, eyes screwing shut in pleasure. "Y/n... Y/n?" Peter mutters, unsure of what to do. "Y/n open your eyes." He tries again, to no avail. Remus lifts his head up, fingers still thrusting into you, and reaches up with his free hand to pinch your nipple, twisting it harshly. "Fuck!" You yelp, eyes snapping back open to make eye contact with your boyfriend. "When Pete tells you to open your eyes, you listen!" He instructs, slowing his hand's movements, waiting for a response. "Okay, fuck! Please Remus!" You beg, grinding your hips on his hand desperately, tears building up in your eyes. "Now what do you say you Pete?" He asks, his hand speeding up again. "'M sorry Pete." You sniffle, looking up at him. "Good girl." Says Remus, grinning when he feels your pussy clench at the praise.
"It's okay, y/n" Replies Pete, eyes going wide when you chase for his hand, pulling it on your body, and moving his fingers to grip your tit. "Shit!" He curses, looking at your possessive boyfriend. "Remus, is this- is this okay?" He asks fearfully, sighing when your boyfriend glances up, nodding. "Whatever my girl wants to do, she can do." Remus mutters against your pussy, focusing on your pleasure once more. A groan pulls your attention away from Pete, who begins massaging your tit, pinching your nipple slightly, and your cunt clenches in pleasure again. Your gaze lands on James, who is roughly palming himself, too shy to properly take care of himself like Sirius next to him. "Oh God" You moan, eyes fixated on his frustrated face, eyebrows furrowed and tears forming in his eyes. "Jamie." His head immediately snaps to you. "Come closer." And the boy obeys, dragging a chair right next to you.
You wipe a stray tear falling down his cheek, and reach out to the top of his sweatpants, pathetically trying to pull them down, hips bucking up at the sudden overstimulation on your clit. James helps you, pulling them down just enough for his cock to be exposed to you, angrily slapping his bare torso. The tip of his cock is red and leaking pre-cum, and you immediately start rubbing it, moaning the second James cries out in pleasure, thighs squeezing around your boyfriend's head, working hard to make you cum. You spread James' pre-cum down his dick and to the base of his cock, squeezing him near his balls before starting to stroke his length. His hips buck up into your hand, and you're suddenly reminded of the hand massaging your tit, looking up at Peter, who is completely engrossed in your body. Your eyebrows furrow and you feel the knot in your belly tightening, but something is missing.
You suddenly feel frustrated at the neglect of your second tit, and look for Sirius's eyes in the room, already locked on you. You look back down at your tits, hoping Sirius gets the message, and it seems he does, scurrying over to you, and kneeling on the floor next to the window nook, hand still glued to his cock. Boldly, his free hand reaches up to your tit, and he leans forward to wrap his lips around your perk nipple. You cry out as he begins sucking on it, your fist around James' cock tightening unawarely, causing him to gasp. Remus adds a third finger to your cunt, still sucking on your clit and you're done for, crying out his name loudly as you cum around his fingers and mouth, orgasm nearly causing you to black out. You're aware of the other two boys crying out too, closely followed by Remus, whose vibrations go up your pussy, making you gasp, letting go of James' cock to grip Remus' hair tightly, pulling his face closer to your cunt.
Remus' fingers slow down on your cunt, and he eventually pulls them out, tongue lapping at your pussy to clean you up, while you beg him to stop. "Fuck, baby-Rem can't!" James and Sirius shoot each other incredulous looks, panting to catch their breaths: they weren't expecting the night to come to this. When Remus finally pulls away from you, he leans over you, arms wrapping around your back to help you sit up, and you ogle at him, and the wet patch in his trousers, giggling slightly. "So we all finished except poor Peter?" You guess, looking back at the boy who sheepishly nods, cheeks tinted red. "Well-" You begin to suggest, only to be interrupted by your boyfriend. "No, I'm absolutely not done with you yet. You can take care of Peter when we're done, if he doesn't get to it first." He states, arms wrapping around your waist and effortlessly picking you.
You can hear Sirius cackle, and Peter groan whilst Remus walks the short steps to his four poster bed, dropping you on his mattress before pulling the curtains closed, and throwing his jumper off, leaving his torso in all its naked glory. "Muffliato or no?" He asks you, leaning down to press a soft kiss on your lips. Just as you begin to say the answer, you hear three yells of "No!" coming from outside the curtains.
"Pervs!" Your boyfriend yells out, though he obeys with a grin, shimmying out of his trousers.
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hi my love iâm obsessed with all your works and this is my first request!
poly! marauders and cuteness aggression. like maybe reader coming home a bit tipsy from girls night and just seeing her boys and losing it. grabbing remusâ face and just kissing all over his cheeks, gnawing on jamesâ biceps and playing with siriusâ hair or tracing his tattoos.
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poly!marauders x fem!reader ⥠589 words
You leave a trail of things down the hallway that you swear youâll pick up in the morning. Your bag, both shoes, your jacket. Thereâs no time to put any of it in its proper place, not when you know your boyfriends are all cozy and waiting for you in your bed. Everything else is secondary.Â
The moment you get your eyes on them, itâs already too much. Remus is reading while Sirius chats to a nearly-asleep James, and you donât know whether to scream or hug them or burst into tears. One feels more socially acceptable than the rest.Â
A grin spreads over Siriusâ face as you crawl clumsily up the bed, so you go to him first.Â
âHi, baby.â You smear a kiss over his lips, burrowing your hands in his lovely, silken hair. It smells like his conditioner, smokey and heady and just slightly sweet. You wish you could snort it up into your nose like a drug.Â
âHi, baby,â Sirius says back at you, amused. âDid you have a good night?âÂ
âNo,â you lament, though you think you might have enjoyed it at the time.Â
Impulsively, you move to Remus, clambering across James to get on your quietest boyfriendâs lap. Heâs already set down his book, so there are no barriers to your whims as you take his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks up and kissing them all over. You think you can hear the other boys laughing somewhere beyond your lovesick haze. Remusâ skin grows warmer with each ardent press of your lips.Â
âNone of you were there,â you go on. Itâs impossible to articulate the full extent of this injustice. âYou were here, being so lovely and perfect and lovely without me.âÂ
âThatâs lovely twice.â Remus seems to recover somewhat from your surprise attack. His hand comes to rest in the middle of your back, a touch just for touchâs sake. âHow much have you had, dove?âÂ
You make a petulant, whiny sound, burying your face in his neck. There will never be enough of them, your lovely boyfriends. Or maybe itâs that theyâre enough, but you just canât get enough. Regardless. Youâre doomed to remain just on the brink of satisfaction.Â
âEnough to know that I missed you a lot,â you say pitifully.Â
âAwe, babydoll.â Jamesâ laughter is at odds with his compassionate tone. âCome here, mâlove.âÂ
This sounds like a grand idea to you. You wish theyâd simply all squish together so you could lay your affections on them one by one, in rounds.Â
James puckers his lips as you approach, readying for a kiss, and so is taken entirely aback when you forgo his face entirely.Â
âOh, well,â he says as you suck a hickey on his bicep. âI feel properly objectified.âÂ
Youâre too pleased with yourself to be sorry. He flexes playfully, eliciting a string of giggles from you as you latch on tighter.Â
âDo you think sheâs been drugged?â you hear Remus ask.Â
âDunno.â Jamesâ tone is fond. His big hand lands on the back of your head.Â
âNo, I sort of get it,â says Sirius. The mattress dips slightly, and then you feel him plant a wet kiss on your shoulder. âYou just need to get it out of your system, yeah, sweetness?âÂ
You hum in affirmation. You wrap your arms around Jamesâ middle, squeezing tight.Â
âI love you so much,â you mumble into his skin. âIâm gonna kill you.âÂ
Your boyfriendâs frame rumbles with laughter. âOkay, lovie,â he says indulgently. âYou go right ahead.â
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Remus and Sirius's neighbors judging the shit out of Sirius because he never takes the dog for a walk.
"Remus always does it!" they whisper to each other as they watch the taller man walk with the large, black, exuberant dog barking at his side, an annoyed look on his face. "Sirius really should pull his weight!"
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when I find a brilliant, jaw dropping, amazing x reader fic but suddenly Iâve been given a first name, last name, hair colour and eye colour
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ac: @syrcinus (brought my vision to life Iâm so happy)
âMy Uncle was smart to hire you.â
âBecause Iâm good at my job?â
âWell, yes, but youâre also lovely to look at, darling.â
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ohhhh free use with poly!marauders would be something like the boys making it hard for reader to do watch a movie because they keep using her holes and passing her around. imagine the boys sitting in one couch and the reader is seated in remus' dick, waiting for him to cum until she is passed to the other boys đľâđŤ
Changed this a tiny bit to fit a bit better but here :) (btw its roommates!marauders)
Cw for free use/advanced consent
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Youâre alone in your room, curled up in the corner of your bed, blanket covering your thighs as you finally start watching youâre favourite movie. Itâs the middle of the day, so youâre the only one at home while the boys are out at work. See, you and your roommates had come to an agreement; they would go out to work and pay the rent and bills and buy groceries (and occasionally gifts for you), allowing you to spend your days as you please. In return, they ask for only one thing: your advanced consent.
Now, letâs not get silly here, you can always tell the boys no at any time, and they constantly remind you of that fact. All the agreement means is that they donât have to ask you, and sometimes they pull you away from what youâre doing when they really need you. There are also a few rules in place. For example, you shouldnât wear panties around the house (that is, excluding extenuating circumstances), and you shouldnât touch yourself before asking for their help first.
Just as the plot starts to get good, your bedroom door creeks open. You jump, not expecting anyone to be home for at least and hour and a half, but relax when you see itâs only Remus. Once he determines youâre not in the middle of something vital, he pushes the rest of the way into your room. He doesnât say a word to you just yet, just pulls his tshirt over his head and works on unzipping his jeans, pulling out his cock from his boxers and tugging on it.
âRem! Youâre home early,â you grin up at him, not bothering to ask him why, it doesnât matter so long as heâs home. He makes a noncommital âhmphâ sound as he clambers up next to you, grasping at your him and turning you onto your stomach, letting your shirt rise up and expose your pussy to the room, still puffy from James using it this morning.
âShush,â he grunts, but he doesnât really mean it. He just wants to get inside you as quickly as he can, âboysâll be home soon, wanna have you first,â
You go to respond, but Remus interrupts your train of thought by letting a fat glob of spit fall from his lips onto the folds of your pussy and follows it with scraping his fingers through the stickiness. He wastes no time at all before slipping his cock into you, not going slow like he usually does to let you get used to his size.
You whine loudly at the burn his cock leaves you with, and while he doesnât slow down he does set a soothing hand on the small of your back and bends over yiu to press a kiss to the bcak of your neck as he starts up his fast pace. It doesnât take long for you to get used to the stretch, and you let your mouth drop open in a long, continuous moan.
You lose yourself in the sensations, almost forgetting about the movie still playing in the background as your roommate manhandles you all over your bed, using his full strength to let out his frustration on you. Remus hears the soft click of the front door opening, but you donât, so you let out a confused whine when he pulls out of you.
âShh, sweetheart,â he soothes, seating himself at the head of your bed and pulling you over his thighs, slipping himself back into you, âboysâre home, gotta make sure they donât take my girl, huh?â
You donât respond. You canât, what with Remus slipping his fingers against your poor, aching clit. The door to your room is already wide open, so James and Sirius can see the two of you as soon as they get to the upstairs landing. James clears his throat and you whip your head around to see your two other roommates standing side by side, watching you take Remusâ cock. You make eye contact with Sirius, and he rolls his eyes playfully.
âTold you heâd get home first,â he jabs his elbow into Jamesâ rib before taking his hand and sitting on the end of your bed with the other boy in tow.
âYour fault really, Pads,â he points out, then smiles up at you, shrugging his shoulders, âthe boys were arguing this morning about who got to have you first when we got home,â
âI was gonna share with Jamesie here, but Moonyâs a stinkin cheater,â the boy in question doesnât pay them any attention, just renews his grip on your hips and brings them down to meet his own thrusts.
âRem!â You protest, turning back towards him and putting your palms on his chest to keep your balance. You can feel him throbbing inside you, a telltale sign that heâs close, and thank goodness for that because youâre getting there too, and on days where they pass you back and forth like this, itâs best if you cum as little as possible in the beginning.
âWhoâs it gonna be next, love?â James is always more careful with you, his voice always questioning, never demanding. This by no means indicates that he isnât just as desperate as you. In fact, on days where itâs all three boys, theres never a time where he isnât practically forcing his cock into you.
Thereâs no opportunity for you to even try to answer his question, because Remus is anchoring you to him and spurting his cum deep inside you.
Sirius goes to tug you from Remusâ lap, but he locks his arms around your back and prevents you from moving even an inch further away from him. Sirius and James let out grumbles of displeasure.
âRem, honey, share,â you remind him. When he eventually lets you go, James gets to you first, âcan I face this way? I wanna watch my movie,â
All three boys chuckle amoungst themselves, and silently vow to make it as difficult as possible for you to watch your movie.
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12:47 am + poly!marauders!!
12.47 AM | POLY!MARAUDERS
"she's asleep, jamie." remus whispers as his huge hand works wonders on your back.
"i can carry her to bed." james tells his boyfriend, his fingers play with sirius's hair.
"no, let's just stay here." sirius disagrees. "for a little longer."
james is gorgeous when he smiles. so gorgeous, it makes remus's chest fill with the most tender waves of affection. he stares at the boy's lips for a second, his hand on you never stops.
"i'm gonna fall asleep-" sirius says with a needy smirk, his eyes half open. "if you keep doing that."
"yeah, as if it's not what you want all the time."
"come on, prongs. be nice to me, i'm tired."
james smiles. he leans in to give sirius a kiss. "you're a big baby, you know that?"
"mm- you love me, shut up."
sirius curls up into a ball, hugging james's chest with long arms. you still stay on top of remus, ear pressed on his heart. "dove?" he whispers. "do you wanna go to bed?"
you hear him but your ears feel cloudy. it's so warm, you can hear the wind out there. remus is soft, you wanna be buried on his chest. "remus."
"wanna stay here?" he asks, gently.
you nod. you don't even know what you're saying yes to, but it's okay when he keeps touching you.
"it's alright." remus whispers. "you can sleep. you've been so tired."
it's the best feeling, to be taken care of in your most vulnerable state. you don't need to think for anything when they are with you, they would do everything to keep you nice and warm, safe and content under the blankets. you snuggle closer. maybe it's possible to stay here forever.
cinnamon girl sleepover âĄ
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the 5 times you did (not) love each other and the 1 time you did.
summary. as the title suggests. this one was a request! i hope you enjoyed my version of this anon.
pairing/s. poly!marauders + lily / reader.
wc. 4.1k
tags. hurt/comfort, angst, peter pettigrew mention, not proofread, like seriously, fluff, happy ending.
cws: brief mention of violence and blood.
note: i am alive?? crazy. i began this fic, whilst sick, around august, nursing the worst headache ever. i wrote the middle of this fic, sick. and i think it's only fitting that i finished this fic. sick... honestly, i did not proofread any of this, i just know i lowkey love it. after the first one-thousand words, i just spiral and become delirious, so i don't even know what happened here. my first request finished! yippee! and thank you all for 2k :< i love you all so much.
i.Â
SIRIUS BLACK did not love youânot even close, not even a little bit. Not even at all.
After Peter Pettigrewâs slight against his family, Sirius would never hold warmth or pity for the skittish mouse ever again. He was played for a fool. And, he did not know which betrayal had hurt more. Peterâsâor yours. (Had you known all along of your adoptive brotherâs plans? Did you not think for one second that Sirius would, without a sliver of hesitation, put himself in the way of a killing curse to keep you safe? Heâd have died before ever letting the fire in your eyes wither to ashes. Clearly, you did not share the same sentiment.)Â
He wanted nothing to do with you. Ever. And if the rat-bastard dared to show his face, not even Death would know where to put Peterâs body to rest. Sirius would keep him alive until he begged for deathâuntil the idea of living frightened him more than dying. And for youâbeholder of his heart, captor of his soul, and co-possessor of his mindâhe could only hope that you stayed far away. You had wrecked himâall of them.Â
He wantedâ
He did not know what he wanted.Â
For when it came to you, Sirius Black was reduced to a man wandering the desertsâmistaking clouds for water, and the sands for grass blades. You had ravaged every fiber of his being; consumed his every thought and word. The most ironic part of all was that if you had been the one standing thereâSirius would have let you Avada him. Dumbledore could scold him in the afterlifeâSirius could care less. Heâd have snapped his wand in half and asked someone else to fight you because Sirius had vowed from the moment he met you that he would never harm a hair on your head. He would never be the reason that tears stained your pretty cheeks.Â
Well, apparently, trust and promises were not worth a damn thing nowadays.Â
No, he did not love youâeven as you stood on the steps of Grimmauld, your hair ruined by the downpour of rain. Your lips bruised and bitten from a nervous habit Sirius had yet to break out of you.Â
âI didnât know, Sirius,â you whisperedâyour voice the only sound falling on his ears amidst all the thunder and lightning. He only saw you. âY-You have to believe me. If I knewâGods, I would have told Dumbledore in a heartbeat. Fuck. I thought you knew me better than that.âÂ
He thought so, too.Â
âDid you know?â Sirius began, taking a step forward and into the storm, a demeaning sneer on his lips. âThat when Voldemort stood in our home, your portrait was right behind him? That was all I could look at. If I had diedâyou would have been the last thing I saw.âÂ
You had not replied.Â
Sirius grit his teeth. âGo,â he said, voice hoarse.Â
âGo!â he yelled, grateful for the rain as it masked his own tears as you flinched from the sound of his voice. Not the thunderclap, the lightning strikeâbut it was him who scared you.Â
(But you had done so first.)Â
When you apparated away, Sirius crumbled to the ground and pounded his fists against the asphalts where you were moments ago, screaming and cursing until he saw blood flowing with the rainwater.
It was laughable, really. The way he did not love you.Â
It was not love that drove him to madness, pummeling Gideon Prewett into a bloody pulp for mentioning your name during a meeting with the Order. He had presumed you to be a Death Eater alongside your brotherâSirius instantly saw nothing but red. (He condemned Bellatrix, his own cousin, for becoming a madwoman. Yet, here he was, unraveled by the very thought of you. The very whisper of your name.)Â
But whatever it was that had turned him into a fool and a hypocrite all at once, it was not love.Â
ii.Â
JAMES POTTER had no love for youâmake no mistake about that. He loved love, and he did so fiercely and truthfully. But you and Peter had broken his trustâdefiled his loyalty from the moment your brother had brought Voldemort to his doorstep. (Did you know that as he begged and screamed for Lily to hide with their son, Harryâhe thought of you? For a fleeting moment, he saw your face, marked by fear and tear-rimmed eyes. And James knew straight away that he would spit on Tom Riddleâs bare feet if only to keep his family safe. If only to see you once more. Alive and well. But, you must not have thought the sameâif you had conspired with Peter to sell him and Lily out to the Devil reborn.)Â
The thought of you breathing was enough to keep James alive.Â
But, that was not love. It was a mockery of it.Â
No, he did not feel so much as a twinge of emotion for you. Not even as Mad-Eye Moody brought your limp body back to Grimmauld. It was not love that threatened the magic in his beingâthat simmered in his blood until the painted walls saw an indent of his fist. (âPoor thing,â McGonagall cooed as she pressed her palm over your forehead. Despite some of the membersâ growing distrust for you, you still took an Unforgivable in their stead. âWe can only wait. . . Four Cruciatus curses. . .â)Â
What more did James need to want to rip Peter apart limb by limb?Â
It was not love that rooted his feet by your side. Sitting hunched on a chair too small for his height, bags beneath his eyes, and the pale of his lips becoming noticeable to everyone who spoke to him.Â
âIâm sorry,â he whispered to you lovelesslyâhands desperately clutching your own. Sirius stood across the room, arms crossed over his chest, dagger-like eyes waiting for so much as a twitch of your finger. âIâm sorry.â
It was a plea this time.
He only hoped you did not ask him to love you. For James could give you the world, hand-pick the stars, and burrow his body deep beneath the ground if you had asked for itâbut he could not love you.Â
Everyone had told him not to hope that you would wake up. That your pretty eyes would not flutter open, and you would no longer look at him as you had before. But James was stubborn. He was selfish as he was stubborn. He did not love youâbut he needed to hear the sound of your voice. And James would take it any way that he could. The soft cadence of a whisper, or a rough utterance of a single word. Molly Weasley told him to accept reality for what it was. (âYou need sleep, dear,â the matriarch fussed. âThereâs nothing we can do. Look at the Longbottoms. . . We can do no more for this one as we had done for them.â)Â
In the still of the night, he left his reveries on the cold of your skin. âWake up,â he demanded.Â
âWake up or else youâre the traitor everyone thinks you are,â James hissed.Â
But his words held no heatâand his heart held no love for you.Â
Make no mistake about that.
Then, when you finally woke up, disoriented and throat parchedâa hazy recollection of the weeks beforeâJames made sure that no more than four people could enter the room. He did not care if a hurricane, or if Voldemort himselfâJames had faced him once already, after allâthreatened to break the door down. You were theirs to protect.
 (But not to love.)Â
âWe need to begin the questioning, James, you know that,â said Kingsley Shacklebolt, almost exasperatedly; weary lines written across his face. James would not allow even a toe beyond the doorway. An interrogation meant you had something to do with the attempted murder of James and his family. Whether or not you were innocent, James did not careâhe just wanted you safe.Â
(And a small part of him already knew that you were not your brotherâs keeper. Just as they had absolved Sirius of his familyâs sins. It would be unfair to not show you the same grace. But before his mind knew that, Jamesâs heart and soul had known the truth all along.)Â
He found Sirius gently tending to your every need, and already James knew that was Padfootâs way of begging for forgiveness. The ebony-haired man hung onto your every word. He winced when you flinched, and pressed his apologies to your forehead, rasping for a kindness he did not deserve. Not after what he did. How he turned you away and cursed your name. How they betrayed you.Â
James did not love you.Â
But what else could he call the manacles that bound his hands and forced him to his knees when it came to you?Â
Not. Love.Â
iii.Â
REMUS LUPIN could not bring himself to love you. But, he could not love Sirius, Lily, and James either. He was undeserving of such a privilege. But he was not allowed to love you; Remus could only hope that you saw even a shred of worth in himâto wrest each word from his lips and every breath from his lungs. But, he did not love you. No.Â
Because loving you meant he was to tell you of your brotherâs crimes. And Remus could not hurt you like that.Â
âP-Peter?â you had asked, wearing the eyes of a fretful sibling. Remus lifted his hand to tuck a strand of hair gone astray behind your ear. Bellatrix had done a number on youâjust as she had done to Alice and Frank. Remus was fairly certain that Sirius was off on a hunt for his cousin, his mind toyed with by the barbarity of war. What they could not do for the Longbottoms, theyâd wring themselves dry to do for you. After the Lestrangesâ attack, you suffered damage to your throat and memories. Remus could not bear to see you in such pain.Â
He could not give you love, but Remus would offer up to you his every limb, and the weary skin upon his bones.Â
âThey. . .â Remus grimaced. How could he act as the bearer of bad news? Heâd rather dive headfirst into shark-infested waters. Be anywhere else but here. In fact, Remus would rather snatch you away from the funereal walls, and hold you in his arms in the quietude of dawn, than be the one to bring anguish to your eyes. âTheyâre looking for him at the moment, love.âÂ
One question lingered in your eyes: Why?Â
Luckily, Sirius was always the better one at sharpening a blunt knife. âHe was a traitor,â he spat like acid. âA traitor to the Order. A traitor to us. Heâs no friend of ours. Not anymore.âÂ
But Sirius knewâbetter than anyone elseâhow difficult it can be to truly hate little brothers, especially once theyâve gone.Â
âNo. . .â You trembled, almost retching as you sobbed into your palms.Â
Remus held you then, the front of his shirt soaked in your tears, eyes firmly shut as you trembled and heaved in his arms. The sound of your guttural screams bounced off the four walls, and Remus had to bury his nose in your hair. You were alive. Safe. Breathing. But you felt cold as ice; an empty husk stripped bare for grief to take over. And Remus could do nothing but hold you. (He just hoped that wherever Peter Pettigrew was, Remus would not be the first one to find him. Otherwise, they would not be able to recover even a fingernail from his remains.)
âHush, love,â Remus whispered into your ear as you cried yourself sick. Mourning the loss of your brother, reeling from the betrayal of a bond that was supposed to be stronger than blood. Remus would make him pay, he vowed as much to you. No, Remus and the wolf in him did not know how to love. But he knew how to hurt. And, that, heâd gladly do for you. His body was for you to use as a shield, his soul for you to strip bare, and his heart for you to thieve and never return.Â
âDonât cry,â said James, a shadow cast over his frames. âNot for Peter. Never. Fucking bastard will get whatâs coming to him.â He laid on the vacant space of the bed, gently untangling your hands that were pressed over your heart. âIâll make sure of it.â
They all would.
But not because they loved you.Â
It was not out of love, Remus had to remind himself in the coming days, when he stayed diligently by your side as you recovered. Daily sessions with the best healer St. Mungoâs could offerâas if James would allow anything else. There were days your eyes would glaze over, your words rough and sluggish, and Remus would try his damndest to make you smile.Â
It was the least he could do.Â
For failing to protect you.Â
But that was not love.Â
(It was hope. Wretched, disastrous hope as he fell to his knees, and your name in between his teeth.)
iv.Â
LILY EVANS was a fighter in all the ways that mattered.Â
And from the very first moment she held Harry in her arms, eyes raking over his wrinkly, bloodied skin; all ten fingers and toes, her soft cries over his loud screamingâLily knew she would trade her life for his in a heartbeat. Little, lovely eyes that would soon see the world in his own time. Lily adored him. Cherished every tear, snore, and giggle. She knew then, that a motherâs love was entirely different from any emotion sheâd ever felt before.Â
This was proven the first time Harry had gotten seriously ill. A few weeks after the attempted murder on the Potters, Harry was ceaselessly cryingâscreaming, even, every nightâred-faced as he fussed every breakfast and dinner. Lily found herself at witâs end. Her protectiveness had gone up a hundred measures; wouldnât let anyone besides family or Madam Pomfrey see Harry. Yet, even with all the draughts and silly-flavoured syrups, Harry wasnât getting better.Â
âLily dear, you cannot actually be thinking about this,â worried Molly Weasley as Lily stood in front of your door, holed away in the room where you had been recovering for the last few days. It would be the first time she saw you since the incident. More than anything she was afraid. Frightened that you would look at her differently. Whether or not that fear stemmed from love, Lily was not concerned. âWe can call for another Healer from Mungoâs to have a look at Harry. . . Who knows what might. . .âÂ
Lily held Harry closer to her, lips firmly pressed, attempting to ignore the way his temperature was unnaturally high. âMight what, Mrs. Weasley?â She knew Molly was only talking out of concern, from a motherâs perspective at least. But she knew you better than anyone else. You would never hurt her, or Harry, that much she was certain of. And if you were the traitor everyone else was afraid of accusing you of, a sentence delivered by association to Peterâthen let the guillotine fall, Lily would carry your crimes for you.Â
She remembered ever-so clearly in her sixth-year, you with dreams glistening in your eyes. (âIâm going to be a Healer, Lils! Minnie said Iâd be a great one. . . I want to protect those I love. . . I know I can do it. . . Oh, I canât wait to tell Peter that Iâve gotten recommendations already to work at Mungoâs after graduation.â)Â
And Lily recalled at that moment, she had felt a different kind of emotion that she had never experienced before. It was not love, of course. Tuney said she was too young and too stupid to know what real love was. But, at sixteen, what else could describe the way her heart fluttered and the way her lips threatened to break out into a smile whenever you lit up talking about your future? (It was just a crush, young Lily told herself.)
Only to be crushed and cast aside in the face of the war, where fighters took their place at the forefront of the lines, mothers and children hid; healers stretching themselves thin to be here, there, everywhere; where traitors walked in plain sight.Â
âThere is no one else I trust more with my life,â replied Lily.Â
And that was that.Â
Lily skirted around Molly and opened the door to your room, where Sirius, James, and Remus all stood at attention at the sight of her and Harry. She ignored them, and headed straight to your side.Â
âHello, love,â she greeted with all the gentleness she was made of, a smile creeping up to her eyes as Lily watched you turn your head at the sound of her voice. Truth be told, she did not know what her end-goal was in coming here. But being by your side had always made life a little more bearable, like all the illnesses in the world could not bring her down. And so, her magic had instinctively summoned her person to you. She, at least, was relieved to see colour returning to your cheeks, though the red in your eyes had dulled the hues she adored so much.Â
âIs that. . .?â you croaked.Â
Lily nodded. âHarry, meetââÂ
One of the loves of my life, the most loyal and pure witch anyone ever has the privilege of meeting, someone I want to stay in my life forever.Â
Lilyâs smile wilted. âA friend.âÂ
Later, she would place Harry in your armsâher little hope embraced by her dreamâand Lily would wonder if it was by pure magic that Harry calmed in your presence.Â
For if love could hurt and destroy, could it mend and heal the broken as well?
But what a shame, for not one in that room carried an ounce of love for you.
(She would die for Harry, yesâbut she would live for you.)
v.Â
YOU did not love them, either.Â
The very idea, thoughtâinsinuationâwas absurd. (Why, they deserved much better than you, after all.) With hands that failed to protect them, were you even allowed to hold them anymore? Did your heart have the right to breathe for them? You had failed as a sister and a friendâhow much more would you have failed as their lover? Well, youâd never know.Â
Because you did not love them.Â
Merely wished them happiness and for the world to extend them kindness. For the sun to look brightly down on them, and for time to heal their scars and wounds. For if they were in pain, the earth would stop spinning. But such a request was not borne from love.Â
Surely not.Â
Because, then, that would have meant that it was love that teared you apart when Sirius cursed your name, when James turned you away, when Remus could not look you in the eyes, or when Lilyâfor all your history togetherâcalled you a friend.Â
The whole of you was made by the parts of them. Each memory welded into the crevices of your soul. From the moment you had all found each other in the same train compartment, same common roomâthere was a shift in the fates that bound all five of you together. (The ties were red, but the thread was not of love.) You did not believe in Professor Trelawneyâs talks of providence and destiny.Â
Because if you did, then why was the universe so cruel?Â
Fallingânot in loveâfor four people who could very much do without you in their lives. Lacking severely as a sister to the point you had not noticed your brother fading and fading away into the shadows.Â
Was love that unkind? That merciless?Â
Then, you did not want to love at all.Â
Oh, but magic or not, every creature on this earth selfish.Â
You were no different.Â
You wanted.Â
Oh, how you yearned.Â
âI LOVE YOU.âÂ
You barely had enough time to react before Sirius pressed his lips to the side of your head, arm covertly sneaking around your waist. The sound of the train whistling as parents yelled their goodbyes filled the station. You stood in the midst of the crowd, eyes never leaving one window in particular as you waved at Harry, now eleven-years-old and now off to Hogwarts.Â
âQuite a random thing to say, husband,â you murmured, leaning into his warmth. âWhat for?âÂ
âJust because,â he replied in turn with a fiendish grin. âWell, perhaps for choosing us, for choosing me despite all my fuck-ups. For existing. For being the beautiful, wonderful, kind, precious you. I could keep on going, my darling. Shall I compare thee to a summerâs day?âÂ
You wrinkled your nose, eyes rolling from fondness. âI love you too, quite unfortunately.âÂ
He only laughed and pulled you closer to him. âLetâs go home.âÂ
â
âI love you.âÂ
In the house built by new memories, warded by stronger protection charms, and filled with warmth and loveâJames said this to you each morning before he left for the Ministry, promoted after the war as Head of Magical Law Enforcement. Not one foot out of the door until he had showered you in kisses and the symphonies of his heart. James had always been loud, even in his time at Hogwarts. The war had not taken this part of him, and you figured James was too loud to let it be taken from him. He was unapologetically and unabashedly him.Â
And you had loved him fiercely for that.Â
âIâll be home early tonight,â he said, a quiet intimacy washing over the both of you. The early birds of the cottage. âWait for me?â
âOf course,â you answered without an ounce of hesitation, delicately chasing after his lips. âI love you. Be safe.âÂ
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âI love you.âÂ
âAre you saying that to me or are you reading from the book?â you teased from where you laid on Remusâs chest, hours after James left for work, the afternoon bringing you two together in the living room. Lily was in the gardens, and Sirius was in the shed working on his motorbike. It was perfect. You felt the rise and fall of Remusâs chest beneath you, his heartbeat close to your ear. He was perfect. It was a miracle you had not fallen asleep to the tender lull of his voice.Â
âBoth,â he responded, hand coming up to trace the bare of your skinâa miracle you did not crumble or burn instantly from his touch.Â
You hummed. âThen, I love you, too.â Then, you grinned, lifting your head to stare up at him. âYou have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love, I love, I love you.âÂ
And, oh, how photographs could not capture the beauty in Remusâs smile as his eyes regarded you with such fire.
âMy heart, my light, my desire,â Remus began, one finger ever-so softly tracing the curve of your cheek. âIn vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.âÂ
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âI love you.âÂ
Said Lily as she lied in your shared bed, red-nosed and her cheeks pale, sluggish. The Christmas holiday was generous enough to gift her with an unfortunate cold that had been going around the wizarding world. âBut, please, go,â she commanded weakly, gesturing for you to join Harry who was stood by the door. âItâs a lovely day outside for making snowmen with carrots as noses and snow angels. Not for taking care of poor old me.âÂ
You rolled your eyes as you sat by her side, swiftly pressing a kiss to her forehead. âAnd I love you, which is why I would rather much be here, taking care of the prettiest snow angel to ever exist,â you countered, bringing a spoonful of broth to her lips. âBesides, Harry here has something to tell you. Heâs made friends at school. One of them is Mollyâs little one.âÂ
âOh, you did?â Lily cooed, before sniffling weakly. âThatâs lovely, darling. Tell me all about them.âÂ
âThatâs not all, Lily mine,â you began mischievously as Harryâs eyes narrowed at you through his glasses. âThis friendship apparently formed after fighting a troll.âÂ
âYou what?â Lily croaked, emerald eyes shimmering with concern and near-dread.Â
âDid you really, Harry?â James popped his head in the doorway, clapping his son on the shoulder before ushering him inside the room. A spitting image side-by-side as they took the empty space by the foot of the bed. âGood boy. Father approves.âÂ
âOf course you would,â Lily shot at him weakly, melting when Sirius then entered the room and greeted her with a kiss to her cheek. âAnd where are you all coming from?â
âOutside,â announced Remus, tugging his tie from his neck. âSirius and I took a quick trip to Diagon Alley to get some things thatâll make you feel better, Lily love.âÂ
And as the snow fell outside, lazy winds against the window, your little family gathered in one room, there was one thing you knew for certain.
You loved them.Â
And they loved you.Â
a/n: i wrote all 4k words while sick. crazy. but anyway, i wanted to believe in love again so here i am. thank you all so much for being patient with me. i promise to do even better in the next fics!
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soft dom! remus calls reader a good girl just in like a very casual everyday public scenario and sheâs like đł and he goes âu okâ and sheâs like âno not rly can we go have sex nowâ đ
Smut: 18+ only p in v penetration, oral (fem receiving) fingering, Iâm a little rusty but I like the way this came out!
âGood girl,â Remus murmurs as you show him your graded paper and you frown. âMâproud of you.â
Youâre in the living room, James and Sirius on the love seat as you sit with Remus on his recliner.
âRemus.â You grumble, body hot as his hands slip around you and adjust you in his lap.
âYes, my love?â You rest your chin on his chest and look up at him through your lashes.
âYou canât just say that.â You whisper, Sirius and James paying you both no mind- theyâre used to all this by now.
Remus laughs, lips pressed to your cheek when he calms down. âIâm sorry baby,â
You shake your head, âCan we go to the room?â Remus smirks as you wiggle a bit in his lap.
He spares a glance to Sirius and James, both of them looking comfortable and about ten minutes from sleep. Then he looks back at you, with your pupils blown wide and your near breathlessness.
âYouâre incorrigible.â He murmurs, standing his his hands under your thighs- your paper long forgotten in the space youâd occupied.
âYouâre dogs!â Sirius calls as you and Remus disappear, a blush taking over your face as Remus kicks your bedroom door shut.
As he lays you down, you canât help but fidget. Remus looks down at you, his hands trailing your thighs.
âDonât tease Remmy.â You whine chips bucking into his hands making him smirk.
âIâm not,â he shimmies your skirt and underwear to your ankles, swearing when he finds you soaked already. âDove, this is a little embarrassing.â
You whine, sitting up on your elbows to watch as he lowers himself to his knees. Remusâ eyes go hungry the minute you part your legs, a swear leaving his lips softly before his fingers slide up your slick.
âRemus please.â Youâre breathless already and it makes something more than pride and ego swell in his chest.
Remus doesnât speed up his actions, he only takes his time in sinking a finger into you. Your hips buck a bit and he has to bite back a laugh as his other hand slings along your torso to keep you still.
âI have to get you ready, dovey. Donât want you hurting too bad.â God your stomach tightens- youâre not sure how your reserved boyfriend has such a silver tongue but it drives you crazy.
Remus peppers kisses along your inner thigh as he fingers you, adding a second one when you let out a particularly pleased whine.
âRemus I need you.â You cry, hand over your mouth as his fingers push a little deeper, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.
âYou have me, baby.â He doesnât move a bit, only doubles down his efforts and when he feels the tremble in your stomach, his lips replace his thumb.
Your fingers thread through his hair instantly, holding him in place as your elbows give out under you and your head is flung back.
âClose,â you breathe, itâs more like a harsh puff of the word but Remus hums and pushes his fingers deeper and you let go.
You bite into the heel of your palm, muffling the whine that bubbles out of you. You donât let Remus waste any more time, pulling him away from your center and closer to your mouth.
âEasy,â he whispers against your lips, amusement colouring his tone. Remus pushes his sweatpants down, his cock springing free and his other hand guides it to your entrance.
âPlease, Remmy. Please.â Your hands anchor themselves to his shoulders as he sinks in, your breath caught in your chest.
âBreathe, dove.â His lips trail a path from your jaw to your collarbones, his hips moving only a little as you adjust.
Remusâ hips snap slowly at first, a motion that has you locking your legs around his waist. âMore,â you beg and he finds he canât deny you anymore.
Your belly burns with need, your face tucked away in his neck. Soft puffs of your breath warming his skin.
âFeel so good,â Remus murmurs, kissing your cheek and pecking just by your chin as he sneaks a hand to your clit.
His movements are measured and deep and as you get closer Remus has to put a hand over your mouth to keep you quiet.
âI know baby, I know. Just let go fâme.â He groans, legs quivering a little as he feels the force of your orgasm against him.
You hold onto his wrist as you come, your eyes crossing and back arching off the bed as Remus works you through your high.
He doesnât take long to finish inside you either, a few sharp thrusts and heâs there, holding your hips still as he rides out his own orgasm.
âBetter?â He asks as he pulls out, kissing your chest when you mewl. You nod, reaching for Remus as he reaches into your bedside table for wipes.
âMâright here, dove. Itâs gonna be cold okay?â He warns you every time and every time it makes your heart flutter.
After heâs all done cleaning you up, Remus fits you into the sweater heâd been wearing and a clean pair of panties.
âComing to get something to eat?â Heâd leave you in here by yourself if you want to, but he never really wants you alone after.
âDo we have any more of those fruit snacks? The watermelon ones?â You let Remus pick you up, hissing a little as you wrap your legs around him.
âWe should, you can also have some of the leftover spring rolls and a soda.â
Sirius looks at you both in faux disgust, James asleep in his lap.
âDogs!â
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Excuse me please but can you feed me with more of 1 boyfriend 3 pervs please I am hungry, mother father parent I am hungry can you feed me pleaseđ
(Sorry, I didnât found if you go by mother, father or parent, so I put them all)
1 boyfriend, 3 perverts pt.2
boyfriend!remus x reader x james x sirius x peter
This had me giggling, but here you go!! @familyshow-orisit also wanted a pt.2 so here it is! PART 1 Warnings: SMUT!! poly!marauders smut, oral (f!receiving), exhibitionism kind of, hint of possessive remus 1.5k wc
The second time your boyfriend's best mates joined in an intimate moment, it had been after directly after your transfiguration N.E.W.T and Remus wasted no time in pulling you across the school from the exam hall up to his dorm, having raced his other dorm mates so he could have dibs on the dorm. You had skipped past the rushed kisses and shy giggles to the wandering hands, Remus immediately pushing you onto your torso down on the bed, preparing you for his cock with his skilled fingers, pushing you towards your first orgasm.
You had been on the verge of cumming, Remus thrusting into you quickly from the back, hands tightly gripping your hips, listening closely to the muffled moans coming from where you had your face pressed against the mattress, when three people burst into the dorm. Any sign of James, Sirius and Peter's conversation died down, their gaze fixed on where you were getting rammed by your boyfriend. The door loudly shut behind them, and Remus finally trailed his gaze up to meet theirs, the open curtains of his four poster bed exposing every inch of your naked body. Remus huffed, noticing how they stared directly at your ass, and moved his grip from your hips to grope the fat of your ass, thrusting deeper into you.
"Rem!" You screamed, grabbing fistfuls of the sheets, completely unaware of your guests. "Yeah, say my name sweetheart." Remus encouraged with a smirk, one hand moving from your ass to the front of your torso, trailing down to your cunt until he found your clit, playing with it lightly to pull you to your orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned, back arching even more, finally letting the tight knot in your belly unravel, cumming all over your boyfriend's cock. Remus groaned in return at the feeling of your pussy clenching on his cock, and he thrusted into you twice more before letting himself cum in your cunt, the warm spurts of cum shooting into you.
Remus moved with you, lowering himself so his cock stayed in you as you laid yourself down flat on your stomach on his mattress with a sigh, head resting on your forearm. "Fuck, Rem. Don't pull out yet." You begged, hand clasping around one of his wrists. Remus grinned in pride, pressing kisses on your back while trying to hold himself up on his forearms so he doesn't crush you. "Want to welcome our audience?" He finally muttered in your ear, watching curiously for your reaction when you lifted your head up. Your loud gasp filled the room, and you quickly turned your head back to look back and forth between your boyfriend and his best mates. "How long have you three been in here?" You asked, whimpering mid sentence as Remus pulled out of you, shifting to sit next to you.
"Not-Not- just now." James said, throwing his hands up defensively, eyes following your every more as you sat up next to your boyfriend. "Sorry sweetheart. Should've yelled at them, but I was too engrossed in you." Remus muttered, leaning down to press a wet kiss on your cheek. Your face turned red at his comment, and you replied "It's okay. I don't really mind it. I like your friends." The room went completely quiet at your commentary, and you innocently looked up at the three boys facing you, jaws slack in shock.
"You know, I would have thought one of them would have volunteered to clean me up by now." You state suggestively, turning to face your boyfriend. He grinned, watching you as three hands went up unanimously, a loud "Me, please!" Filling the room's silence. "Well James does have such good manners doesn't he?" Teased Remus, and you nodded, adding "Well I'm sure that's not the only thing he's good at. Right, Jamie?" You cock your head to the side, grinning as James nods quickly, the two boys beside him groaning in disappointment. The muscular boy rushed towards you, dropping to his knees in front of you, splaying his hands out on your thighs.
Remus watched closely as he walked over to the bathroom, wrapping a towel around his hips before leaning against the doorframe to watch his best mate's head dive between his girlfriend of over a year's thighs. You moaned the instant James' mouth connected with your pussy, immediately licking up you and your boyfriend's orgasms like a starved man. Your hands came up to his hair, gripping the messy curls and using them to push his head deeper in your cunt. James' nose nudged your clit and you whined, arching your back so your chest pushes forward, tits begging for attention.
"Y/n." You head snapped up at the call of your name, immediately making eye contact with Sirius' desperate gaze. "Sirius." You whispered back, watching at he took slow steps towards you. When he was finally close enough, he took your face in his hands, waiting just a moment long enough for you to find Remus' eyes in the spacious dorm before his lips connected with yours. You shut your eyes with a sigh, hips bucking into James' face and Sirius' tongue invaded your moment, lacing with yours in a poisonous kiss.
When Sirius pulled away from you, a long string of saliva connecting your lips, he climbed on the bed behind you, hands immediately occupied by your tits. You whined, throwing your head back on Sirius's shoulder when James' thumb grazed your clit, shifting focus to please you rather than clean you up. Remus and Peter both approached you at the same time, your eyes widening at the sight of the tent in Peter's trousers. You moved your attention to him, remembering he had been the only one not to cum last time you had paid the boys a visit. You tugged Peter's trousers down, letting his cock spring out, and immediately wrapping your hand around his hard dick.
You moaned at the same time he did, moving your gaze to Remus', just in time for you to feel his hand on the back of your head, guiding your head towards his. You squeezed your legs around James' head, a slight overstimulation at the feeling on his fingers on your clit and Sirius' on your tits, stroking Peter's cock quicker. "Such a slut." Remus whispered amusedly before he slammed his lips against yours, a load moan escaping your lips when his tongue aggressively made its way into your mouth, engaging you in a passionate kiss full of tongue and saliva.
Crying out, your free hand came up to cup your boyfriend's jaw, the other one keeping Peter panting from beside you. You moved your hand up to the tip of Peter's dick, arching your back against Sirius's chest while trying to keep up with Remus's kisses, possessive and fast against your lips. Both of Remus's hands cupped your face, impossibly deepening the kiss and you gasped, your pussy clenching down on James' fingers, your clit beginning to feel overstimulated from him sucking on it. You moaned loudly mid-kiss with Remus, thighs starting to shake and hips bucking in James's face uncontrollably. You were going to cum soon.
Remus pulled away from you, the separation only amplifying the sound of your moans in the closed rooms. Remus's hands caressed your face, looking at you sympathetically, well aware that you were going to cum. "Fuck, Jamesie! You moaned, using your free hand to push him deeper into you once more. Peter's hips bucked up into your hand at your slowing movements, whining desperately. Your hand only loosened up around his cock, but one of Sirius' hands replaced it, speeding up on Peter's cock, who moaned loudly at the replacement. Remus leaned down to press kisses on your neck, hand trailing down to pinch at the nipple freed by Sirius's hand.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" You moaned, squeezing your thighs tightly and throwing your head back on Sirius's shoulder, wrist wrapping tightly around your boyfriend's wrist as your eyes shut and you came again, the power of your orgasm literally making you shiver in pleasure. James rode you through your orgasm, fingers slowing down inside you and taking his mouth off your clit to ease you from the stimulation. When you opened your eyes, a loud moan filled the space and spurts of cum shot your way, filling your tits with white ropes of cum. Your eyes widened and jaw went slack, chest heaving while trying to catch your breath. "Shit, shit, I'm sorry." Peter panicked, looking around for tissues.
"Calm down Peter, we've all seen a little cum before." Joked Remus, and you giggled, toying with James' hair, who still kneeled on the floor in front of you. The boy looked up at you and you grinned at him before suddenly remembering your boyfriend, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him down to your level to give him a kiss.
"By the way Sirius, you pull that shit again and I'm gonna hex you."
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would you write a part two to whimsy!reader totally knowing remusâ secret? i feel like r would be so sweet and casual about it that remus would cry
Thanks for requesting!
cw: post-moon werewolf Remus, mention of blood and wounds (no description)
poly!marauders x whimsical!reader ⥠1.4k words
The boys usually send you away this time of month. They try to be subtle about it, encouraging you to go visit your family or sleep over at a friendâs house, but youâre not one to let the full moon pass you by without notice. It didnât take long for the pattern to reveal itself.Â
Still, you donât argue when James gifts you tickets for you and a friend to see a band you like out of town. You know theyâre all most comfortable doing things the way they always have, and you worry that letting slip what you know would do more harm than good; Remus would be anxious and upset, and the other boys would only be doing more damage control than theyâre used to with you around. So, you let the full moon pass you by without complaint.Â
The next day, however, when you know James and Sirius will have gone to work and left Remus to rest and heal, you sneak into your apartment.Â
The fact of Remusâ ailing is immediately obvious; the boysâ things are strewn all over the place, evidence of Jamesâ and Siriusâ running about without Remus to pick up after them. Thereâs a pot of half-eaten stew thatâs been left to cool and congeal on the stove, an abandoned roll of bandages on the coffee table, and the entire apartment smells like disinfectant and heartache.Â
When you find Remus in the bedroom, your heart aches, too. Heâs sleeping, but even in rest his face is pinched with discomfort, and there are several bandages visible above where the bedsheets rest halfway up his torso. Itâs about what you expected, but it still makes your eyes burn.Â
You try to let him sleep as long as possible, working with the environment first. You open a few windows to get out the smell and let in the new day, clean the common spaces, start your lavender incense burning in the bedroom. Youâre brewing tea when Remus pads into the kitchen, a blanket wrapped around his shoulders.Â
âOh.â He startles to see you. âYouâre back.âÂ
Youâre startled, too. âHi, Iâm sorry,â you say, hurrying over to the windows to shut them. âDid I wake you? Is it too cold in here?âÂ
âNo.â Remus looks wary, watching you flit about the living room like heâs not sure heâs actually woken up. âItâs nice. When did you get home?âÂ
âJust this morning. I didnât see the sense in staying another night, and anyway I wanted to be with you.â You make your way back around the room to him, taking his jaw gently in your hand. His skin is warm to the touch. âHow are you feeling, lovely?âÂ
You feel more than see Remusâ face tighten. âIâm alright. How are you?âÂ
You let him go, giving him a small smile. âBetter now that Iâm back with you, thanks for asking.â You go back to the stove to stir your pot. âIf youâre warm, you donât need to keep that blanket on for me. Iâve already seen the bandages.âÂ
You hear his quiet intake of breath, and then a few moments later the sound of the blanket dropping to the floor.Â
âAre you in the mood for some tea?â you ask without turning around. âIf you want to get back in bed, I could bring it to you there. I donât imagine standing is very kind to your legs right now.âÂ
Youâve been reading up on wolf versus human anatomy. If Remusâ transformations work the way you think they do, the bones in his heels and legs would have to either break or otherwise shorten and elongate to create the legs a wolf needs; you canât imagine itâs a painless process, or that heâs not still feeling the effects of it now, so soon after the moon.
For a dense handful of moments, Remus lingers on the edge of the kitchen. But soon you hear his footsteps, heavier than usual in a way that makes your stomach hurt, go back towards the bedroom. You finish making his tea and bring it to him with a few pieces of his chocolate.Â
Heâs sitting up at the edge of the bed, propped up on pillows and watching the smoke curl up from your incense with a haunted look in his eyes.Â
âHi,â you say softly. He accepts the tea and chocolate with a quiet thanks. âDo you think it might help things if I opened the curtains? Some sunlight might be good for you.âÂ
Remus hums his assent. Everything becomes crisper once you let the light in. Remusâ dark circles and the blood visible through his bandages, but also the healthy flush to his cheeks and the strength of his body beneath the dressings.Â
âWhat is this?â Remus asks you, sipping his tea.Â
âBay leaves. Itâs for pain relief. It helps more if you put it directly on the wounds, but I didnât think youâd want to mess with your dressings any more.âÂ
He nods. Sighs. âCome here, dove. Come sit.âÂ
Youâre eager to comply. You round the bed to avoid crawling over him, settling against the pillows beside your boyfriend with your shoulder touching his. A support, if he needs it.Â
âWhatâs the incense for?â he asks.Â
âItâs lavender. Itâs also good for pain, but I thought it might help you sleep as well.âÂ
Remus nods again. He turns to you, his eyes some mixture of distressed and resigned. âWhy are you doing all of this?â he asks. âWhy did you come home?âÂ
âRemus,â you say gently, âwe donât have to talk about anything you donât want to.âÂ
His brows hook in the middle, a small crumbling. âBut you know already.âÂ
You cradle his face in your hand. Your voice is soft. âYeah.âÂ
You pull Remus towards your chest when he starts weeping. He dampens your shirt while you comb your fingers through the hair at his nape, saying nothing. Steam wafts up from his tea until it doesnât, but thatâs okay; youâll make him another cup when heâs ready.Â
James and Sirius are surprised to find you when they come home.Â
âAngelââÂ
âShh.â You cover one of Remusâ ears with your hand, his head in your lap. âHeâs hardly slept all day.âÂ
James lowers his voice, setting his bag down on the floor. âWhen did you get here?âÂ
âThis morning.âÂ
âBut you were supposed to be away until tomorrow afternoon.â Sirius climbs up onto the bed. His expression goes tender as he looks down upon Remusâ sleeping face, and the kiss he presses to your lips is gentle.
You card your hand through Remusâ hair. âI didnât want to be away from him,â you admit softly. âI understand why you want to do things without me on the night it happens, but Iâd like to help before and afterwards at least.âÂ
Siriusâ brow pinches, his eyes narrowing cautiously.Â
âWhen what happens?â James asks you.Â
You speak softly, not wanting the words to potentially agitate Remus in his sleep. âThe transformation.âÂ
Thereâs a thick pause.Â
âWho told you?â Sirius asks.Â
âNo one had to tell me.âÂ
Thereâs a quiet chuckle from the end of the bed. James kicks his shoes off, crawling up the covers to meet you. âI told you she knew.â He gives you a kiss, soft and syrupy sweet. âThanks for looking after him for us, sweetheart.âÂ
Remus grunts, coming awake. âJames,â he groans. âYour knee is on my leg.âÂ
âOh. Sorry, love.â James moves, then bends down to give Remus a kiss of his own. âDid our angel take good care of you today?âÂ
âBetter than this.âÂ
âThatâs the moon talking,â Sirius says flippantly, though the hand he uses to rub Remusâ shoulder is exceedingly gentle. âThatâs something youâll learn as we go along, gorgeous. He loves us, really.âÂ
You feel your brows pinch. âI thought he was as nice as always today.âÂ
âWonder why,â Remus mutters, but the look he gives Sirius is teasing.Â
James gives Remus another kiss, standing. âIâll get you some of your soup.âÂ
âOh, IâŚâ You give him a sheepish look. âI washed that down the sink. It got left out, the meat was bad. Thereâs tea on the stove that should help him heal faster, though, if you want to get some of that.âÂ
James and Sirius stare at you.Â
âSeems like we shouldâve brought you in on this a lot sooner,â Sirius says after a moment.Â
You shrug. Remus mumbles something that sounds like agreement.
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Sirius, introducing Regulus to his friends after they reconcile: âŚand this is my friend Remus!
Regulus, rolling his eyes: Sirius, Iâve seen you two in the hall. I told you Iâm gay. You donât have to lie to me.
Sirius, confused: What?
Remus, nervous: What?
Regulus, turning to James: Are they seriously that oblivious?
James, distracted by Regulusâs eyes: What?
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hi jade!!! i would love to see a poly!marauders fic where they help r fall asleep please! absolutely no pressure at all just a suggestion ofc <3
âWhy so moody?âÂ
You rub at your eyes, standing just behind the sofa. Youâd been frowning when James spotted you, not wanting to ask. âI canâtâŚâ
âWhat?â Sirius asks.Â
Remus perks up from beside him.Â
Three sets of eyes makes it worse and somehow better. Sometimes itâs easier to only tell one of them when you have a problem, but sometimes you need all of them to know. âI canât sleep again. Are you coming to bed soon?âÂ
And listen, four people in one bed is insane but occasionally you manage it. Most of the time you sleep with James, less often Remus. You and Sirius tend to be incompatible while you sleep, because he grabs you around the neck and face for hugging and you wake up with sweat pouring off of you, blind.Â
Perhaps thatâs why he offers first and emphatically. âIâll come to bed with you, darling,â Sirius says, a picture of concern as he stands. âWhatâs wrong?âÂ
âNothingâs wrong, Iâve just tossed and turned for half an hour and I canât take much more of it.âÂ
âSheâs going insane,â Remus comments with a severe frown.Â
Sirius helps him onto his feet. James, never one to be left out, turns off the television and gathers his throw blanket. âNot on my watch.âÂ
âWait, Iâm sorry. You donât have to get up,â you say, wringing your hands behind your back. You hadnât meant to summon them all to bed. Youâd just wanted to know when you could expect an end to your agony.Â
âOh, well,â James begins, wrapping the throw blanket around your shoulders, âtoo late for that. Will you warm my side for me? Iâll lock up.âÂ
You feel shyer than youâd thought, shuffling back to the bedroom. Siriusâ hand finds your lower back as he enters the room from behind you, encouraging you gently to the side as he goes for the other. Youâd left the sheets in disarray, the lamp on. Jamesâ room is messy as always, but itâs your fault as you live from it most days. Remus is immediately put off by the overflowing dresser, closing each drawer with a shush over the runners.Â
Sirius makes the bed, peeling back a corner for you. âHere, lovely. Climb in.âÂ
âI didnât mean for you to wait on me,â you say shyly, embarrassed at their attention.
âThereâs nothing I like doing more.âÂ
âHeâs in a mood,â Remus says, though youâd guessed that already. âEnough room for me, too?âÂ
ââNough room for everyone,â you murmur, rounding Sirius to climb into bed as instructed.Â
You and Remus end up in the middle of the bed, thankful for Jamesâ sense of reality âeverybody knew when you moved in together that the separate bedrooms wouldnât last, but only James had the wherewithal to buy a very large bed. Youâre immediately comforted by having one of them next to you, and Remus is very kind about it, asking in a murmur if he can cwtch you, wrapping his arm around your chest like youâre in danger of breaking from his touch.Â
Sirius is less polite, but not less caring. If he thought you didnât want him to touch you he certainly wouldnât, but he knows he can hug you pretty much whenever he wants. He presses his nose to your face, Remusâ against your shoulder, the three of you deflating after a long day never quite this close to each other. You can feel a dayâs worth of back ache leeching in your mattress.Â
âSorry,â you mumble.Â
âOoh, for what?â Sirius asks.Â
âMaking you come to bed.âÂ
âDidnât make us do anything.â His breath warms your cheek as he talks. âItâs late. We wouldâve been in bed soon.âÂ
Itâs true enough. Everyone is in their pyjamas, Sirius smells like toothpaste. Still, you feel guilty for asking. And yet⌠you can finally relax now theyâre here. Itâs like they know exactly whatâs been keeping you awake. Remus had cleaned and now holds your chest, Sirius reassures you and calms your stomach with his palm.Â
James gets one good look at you all and rolls his eyes. âI asked you to do one thing for me. Jesus. Babe, could you move over?â he asks Remus, not giving him the time to comply before heâs in bed and smushing everyone even closer together. âThis is fun. Sleepover!âÂ
âJust donât start climbing on me again, Jamie,â Remus says.Â
You close your eyes. âDonât worry, theyâll chill out soon,â Sirius promises in a whisper.Â
âKiss?â you whisper back.Â
Three different boys attempt to kiss you in the dimly lit bedroom. All the fuss doesnât help you sleep, but knowing how much they care about you definitely does.Â
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