#sirius giving remus lap dances to these

[addsalwayssick]

sirius giving remus a lap dance to the beginning of sexyback send tweet

[my-castles-crumbling]

baby - Jegulus Microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - word count: 355

"Regulus doesn't get embarrassed," Sirius argues, rolling his eyes as he sips his drink. "It's infuriating. As his sibling, it's my job to embarrass him, but he just gets all...huffy and disappointed."

"Well, you are rather disappointing, acting like an idiot," Regulus drawls from his spot on the other side of the loose circle of friends, sending Sirius a smirk.

"But it's inhuman! I mean, I've tried everything! Embarrassing childhood stories, yelling at you in front of a crowd, sex jokes, everything!" Sirius whines, leaning into Remus's side dramatically.

"It's true," Barty nods emphatically. "I don't think I've ever once seen him blush. Even that time I gave him a lap dance during breakfast! It's like he's made of stone or something." He grins for a moment, "Or maybe he liked it."

"I certainly didn't like that," Regulus snorts. "I just didn't care. You were the one being obnoxious, not me. I'm not going to be embarrassed by your antics, that's your job."

But James decides he needs to set the record straight. Because Regulus certainly does blush. "I'm sorry, but Regulus blushes all the time!" he says loudly, grinning at bit as everyone looks at him.

"James," Regulus hisses, immediately frowning, looking like he wants to kill him. "No, I do not."

Sirius, however, is grinning from ear to ear. "Oh? What gets Ickle Reggie to blush, then?"

And, spurred on by the challenge, James crawls slowly over to Regulus, who is giving him a death glare, and leans to whisper in his ear, making sure to speak so quietly nobody can hear him.

"Hi, baby," he murmurs lowly, allowing his breath to tickle Regulus's skin. "You look gorgeous today."

The effect of the pet name is instantaneous. Immediately, Regulus turns bright red and lets out a little noise, stammering as he looks down to the floor. James laughs as he pulls back, grinning triumphantly, and Sirius yells out, "What did you say to him?"

But he'll never tell. "Nothing," James grins, already heading back to where he was sitting, enjoying the fact that he's the only one that can make Regulus Black blush.

[slythergirl666]

james potter who always wants you in his lap because you sitting next to him isn't close enough. james potter who lifts you onto his shoulders after he wins a Quidditch match. like he is so hyper that he jumps up and down, seemingly forgetting that you are holding onto his hair for dear life. james potter who bribes you with your favorite sweets when he needs help on homework. james potter who needs a cuddle break every five minutes when you're tutoring him. james potter who gives you piggyback rides when you're tired after a long night out. james potter who lets you win when you play-fight. oh who am i kidding, he would throw you over his shoulder and dance around before pinning you down and kissing every inch of your face sloppily. james potter who would randomly tell you which piece to move when you’re playing chess against remus or sirius because he always wins against the three of you.

remus lupin. sirius black.

[pretty-little-mind33]

Heyyy lovely! I was hoping maybe that you would do like a James x debutant!reader where he’s the escort? Like some cute fluffy waltzing and a little spicy BUT NOT SMUTTY where he sees reader in a white dress and just melts. I just finished rewatching tsitp and I’m also about to be a debutant! I’ve never submitted an ask before so I hope this is right

this is totally right, no worries, lovely! yay to you being a debutant! i hope you don't mind me writing this as a shorter blurb 😊 enjoy!

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James has seen many beautiful things over the last eighteen years, but nothing compares to when he saw you in your dress.

He'd always joked with his friends that these debutants balls were useless and slightly elitist—and you had nodded along until one evening when you gathered up the courage to ask him to be your escort because you did want to go.

"Me?" James's voice was high and nervous as he lifted his head from your lap and the movie continued to play in the background.

"Y-yeah, you. You're my best friend," you said, looking at him hopefully. "I don't wanna take some random guy I don't know." Your nose had scrunched up in disgust and James laughed, his chest feeling warm that you invited him and not Sirius, or Remus, or even Peter.

Him.

"You know I don't like those kind of things," James teased as he sat up and dug his feet into your thighs, distance barely existent between you both.

"Please," you whispered, your eyes pleading and he hadn't been able to continue the ruse, giving in to you immediately.

And seeing you now, in your white cream-colored dress, he doesn't regret that decision at all.

You look more than beautiful. He holds out his arm, feeling how soft your hand is when you take his arm and his grin widens. He feels like the luckiest boy here to have you on his arm.

James tries his best to remember the dance but he's so distracted by your smile as he stumbles on his feet as you waltz.

"Jamie," you whisper, hiding a giggle as his grip tightens on your waist so he doesn't completely lose balance.

"It's your fault, Y/n/n," he whispers back, his mouth pressed to your hair as you continue to the dance, his voice shaky. "Distracting me with your beauty. It's unfair, really."

Your smile widen. "Is it now?"

James hums, twirling you around. "Very much."

"You're impossible," you laugh as he pulls you closer to him, his eyes locked onto yours. He lifts his hand, breaking the dance by pushing some hair behind your ear and sends you a lopsided grin.

"You love me," he teases, his voice soft.

You look at him, your pupils wide as the other dances and important people in the room fade into nothing until it's just him. You think those words mean much more to you than him but you say them anyway.

"I do. I love you."

James shivers and his eyes sparkle. Everyone else in the room is also forgotten to him because all he cares about is you. His gaze flickers to your lips, thinking you don't notice but secretly hoping you do.

He wants to kiss you more than anything.

So, when he finally has you pressed gently against the wall of the hallway after the dance, away from everyonem, all he can think of is your lips.

James leans in close and whispers. "Can I?"

Your heart skips and you look at him, eyes wide as you feel his hand slip to your thigh, bunching up your dress as he guides your leg around him. He's patient and slow and so gentle.

You let a moan slip from your mouth but he captures it as he kisses you. You kiss him back instantly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer.

Kissing your best friend shouldn't feel this good.

James pushes himself closer to you, his hips against yours as he deepens the kiss and then trails his lips down your neck to your collarbone. "I love you too, you know that right?" he says, sounding breathless. "Much more than I should. God, you drive me insane."

"James." His name slips from your lips, needing him so badly.

"Shh, dovey, we have all the time in the world. I want to take my time with you," he says and drops your leg, kissing your forehead. "I don't want to rush us."

You nod, understanding where he's coming from. You smile at him, catching your breath. As you look at him in his pretty suit and red lip-stick stained lips, this feels surreal.

"Is this real?" you whisper shyly.

James chuckles and winks, kissing your cheek. "Very real. Now c'mon, our parents and friends are gonna wonder where we are," he finishes and takes your hand, squeezing it as he guides you back into the main ballroom.

Your cheeks feel perpetually warmer and you're afraid they'll never cool down as long as James is near you—not that you're complaining at all.

[marauder-misprint]

Hii, congrats on 200 followers! I was wondering if you could do prompt 47, “I was already yours.” w/ Remus? (No pressure) Thanks! Ur amazing! <3<3

Thank you for the request! ❤︎ I rewrote this in like four different ways. Finally got something I'm happy with! Hope you like this little bit of fluff!

Magnetic

Remus Lupin x fem!reader

1.0k words

cw: fluff

Remus felt like a magnet. He attracted friends who were the opposite of him. He first noticed it with James and Sirius. Their boisterous personalities contrasting his more mellow one. Their ability to be so carefree while he struggled under the weight of how much he cared. And then there was you. Bold. That’s how he would describe you. Like bolding a typeface. You were very ‘in your face’ in a lot of ways. So naturally, he was drawn to you while you seemed to repulse James and Sirius. They didn’t hate you but they didn’t get why Remus liked you so much. You were a magnet in your own sense. The boys from other houses liked to hang you like flies to honey. There was always one who was flirting away with you. You liked the attention but you’d always walk away from them. In all the years Remus knew you, you’d never had a boyfriend. From what he witnessed, you turned down anyone who made a move on you. 

And that was enough for Remus to hold back his feelings for you. If you didn’t give any other boy a second look, why would you give Remus one? The only thing he felt he might have over them was a deep friendship with you. But that’s all it was: friendship. 

You sat down next to him on the couch in the common room. It was just him left as James and Sirius had gone to bed. 

“You know, I’m tired of guys thinking a little flirting is enough to get into my pants.”

Remus raised his eyebrows and looked over at you. You were slumped into the cushions, slouching far enough down that your butt almost hung off the couch. Your grumpy expression shouldn’t have made him smile but it did. He thought it was cute on you. 

“Another suitor turned away?” He asked teasingly. 

“Please, Pickett is anything but a suitor. I do have standards.”

“Impossible ones,” he mumbled, looking away from you. 

Part of him had hoped you hadn’t heard his little comment, but the way you sat up and turned your body toward him said otherwise. 

“What do you mean ‘impossible ones’?”

Remus sunk a little bit into the couch. He was regretting saying anything but he couldn’t take it back now. 

“I’ve known you since first year. You haven’t had a boyfriend and it isn’t like boys are lacking. I’ve never seen you dance with a boy for longer than one song. And… I doubt you’ve even kissed anyone.”

Remus tried to read the look on your face before it shifted to something more like indifference.

“I don’t see why I should waste my time on boys I know won’t make me happy,” you said defensively. “Why should I humor someone to a second dance if they made me want to gag the entirety of the first one?”

Remus shrugs. “Maybe a bad first impression?”

You laughed and squeezed Remus’s cheeks with your hand. 

“You’re cute when you’re optimistic about the boys at this school.”

Trying not to focus on your hands on his face, Remus couldn’t help the heat rising to his face when you called him cute. 

“They can’t all be bad!”

You paused for a moment, letting your hand fall from his face and back into your lap. 

“No, you’re right… Shocker, right?” you laughed. “They aren’t all terrible. But a lot could be better. You can’t argue with me on that.”

Remus draped an arm over the back of the couch so he could turn his body more toward you. 

“Okay, so humor me, okay?”

“Okay…” 

He didn’t miss the hint of hesitancy in your voice.

“What if you gave one of the decent guys a chance?”

You laughed and it made Remus’ heart race. Then you leaned forward.

“The decent guys don’t like me.”

“What makes you think that?”

“They just don’t act interested in me at all. Like they don’t flirt with me. The decent guys don’t like me like that.” 

“That can’t be right,” Remus said, his facial features scrunching in disbelief. “Who do you think is decent? Maybe I’ve heard something that you haven’t.”

“You can’t judge me if I tell you.”

“I’ll judge you if you say Sirius.”

You smiled at him. You wondered how someone so smart could be so dumb sometimes. 

“You’re a decent guy, Remus.”

Time stood still for a moment. You were trying to read each other’s expressions. Remus couldn’t tell if you were being sincere; was there a possibility that you liked him? You tried to understand where his confusion was coming from. Had he not heard you? 

“Remus?” you asked, your voice wavering in a way Remus wasn’t familiar with. “Say something.”

“I’m a decent guy?” he echoed your sentiment quietly.

You let out an amused scoff. “You’re more than a decent guy, Remus. You’re like the whole package… except…”

You looked away from Remus.

“Except?”

“Except you don’t like me like that.”

You felt Remus’ hand on your chin, bringing your face to look at his. He had moved closer to you. 

“Except I do.”

“You do?” you breathe. “But you’ve never flirted with me?”

“I saw you turn away every bloke. What chance did I have?”

“Every chance, you idiot.”

Hoping that he wasn’t playing a joke on you, you leaned in and kissed him. You weren’t one to be cautious, but you were at this moment. You pulled back after a few seconds when your second-guessing thoughts got the better of you, but then Remus chased your lips with his own. His own head was spinning; he couldn’t believe that this was actually happening, that you had kissed him. He couldn’t believe that you confessed to liking him when he had believed he would be taking his crush on you to his grave. When he pulled back this time, you rested your forehead against his.

“So you’ll be mine?” you ask in a whisper.

“I was already yours,” Remus said softly. “I just wasn’t brave enough to let you know.”

[lucycore]

Harry Potter Headcanons

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For all the people with daddy issues.

Summary: Now how do I explain this? It's pretty much about you having daddy issues and therefore what would include dating these older men.

Includes: Severus, Sirius, Remus, Lucius,

☁️ fluff ☁️ reader is 18 or older

˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐⋆˚˖𓍢ִ໋☁️✧˚.🪐༘

Severus:

Very protective obviously

Worries a lot about your well being

Would keep you save from voldy & death eaters..He just doesn't want you to be involved

Can be strict sometimes about who you interact with

He loves when you sit on his lap

He would teach you a lot about potions & dark arts how to defend yourself not how to practice it

Keeps the relationship with you very private

A lot of hugs and kisses

He can get sometimes a little rough but obsesses over you

Also very calm as it's not in his nature to yell when he's mad

Sirius:

Lot's of kisses on the forehead

His kissing is very gentle even when you make out with him

He loves to stroke your hair and tell you how good you are & all that sweet stuff to make you feel loved

Cares about you like a real dad

You're his first priority even above Harry

Lots of late night cuddles

Likes to tell you stories..Sometimes you fall asleep to them

Loves to take you on little walks also at night in the moonlight

Very gentle with words & touches

Would never make you feel uncomfortable

Remus:

He is so sweet to you. Can get little serious/strict with you but never yells

Is literally the best at cheering you up

Likes to give you chocolate no matter if you're upset or not

Handles situations where you're crying really good like he's not awkward or something.

Cuddles you a lot or just give you hugs

He is more of a hugger than kisser but he loves to kiss you don't get me wrong there

Also very gentle with words & touches even more than Sirius

Loves to see you smile..I think your smile is what he loves most about you

He smiles a lot at you & listens to your troubles whenever you need to open up to him. It never annoys him & he always has a good opinion & resolution or just simply shares what he has to say.

Loves to hold your hands & kiss them to show how much he honors you.

Lucius:

Dude i don't even know I feel like he would add to your daddy issues haha but no in all seriousness

You're his princess. Literally.

He takes you shopping & you can buy whatever you like

A lot of gifs but also lots of sweet words

He praises you a lot

He is always very proud of you no matter what you do

Loves kissing you and having you sit on his lap

Also loves when you cuddle into him, your face in his chest.

A lot of compliments & prioritizes to make you feel safe no matter how much he's shitting his pants (referring to his state in HP 6&7)

He finds it very romantic to slow dance with you & look you deep into the eyes with much love in them.

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Something Important I can't stress enough: Daddy issues or father complex is a real condition that only people with a bad father can have. So if you have a good or ok relationship with your father but you like older men, you do not have daddy issues but a preference which is called 'daddykink'. Stop for fucks sake romanticizing a psychological condition. Not all people with daddy issues like older men btw.

[moonstruckme]

hi lovely I hope you’re feeling better!!!! I was wondering if I could request something with poly!marauders where she’s like simmering with anxiety and isn’t having a panic attack but is sort of close bc she’s just really overwhelmed and the boys notice and try to calm her down and are just sweet <3

Thank you for requesting sweetheart!

cw: signs of anxiety

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You appear caught in a state of restlessness. You’re meant to be reading, but Remus hasn’t seen you turn a page in ages. Your eyes keep unfocusing, your knee bouncing underneath your blanket and your fingers toying absentmindedly with the corner of your page. 

Remus supposes your boyfriends haven’t done much to create a relaxing atmosphere in your home tonight. Earlier he’d let Sirius keep an eye on the stove while he minced garlic, and of course that had ended with you and James rushing to open every window near the kitchen to get the smoke alarm to turn off, and even once he’d traded Sirius’ help for James’ there’d been several near-misses with the kitchen knives and his reckless chopping. It also doesn’t help that James and Sirius are in one of their moods where listening to them talk is like watching a tennis match. Trying to keep up could give you whiplash, but luckily you don’t seem to be paying attention as they bicker about whether rugby or cricket is the rougher sport (Sirius is only trying to rile James; James clearly knows this, but he persists nonetheless). Still, it can’t make for nice background noise. 

Remus corners the page of his own book and reaches across the space between you, taking your hand. You look up with a smile, pleasantly surprised. 

“Alright, lovely?” he asks, fingers dancing up the length of your palm to your wrist. 

“I’m good,” you reply softly. “How’s your book?” 

“It’s off to a slow start,” Remus admits, “but I’m hoping it’ll pick up soon. How’s yours?” 

You look down at the book in your lap. He almost wonders if you’d forgotten it was there. “It’s not bad.” 

“Yeah?” He lets his fingers rest over the bump of your pulse, trying not to frown at its quick beat. “You haven’t seemed to be reading much.” 

By now your conversation has caught the attention of the other boys, James turning towards you and Sirius tilting his head to see around him. 

“Oh,” James says sympathetically, “is it not very good?” 

“No, it’s fine.” You look back down at your book, a bit sheepish. “I guess I’m just a little distracted.” 

Remus hums knowingly, stroking the back of your hand with his thumb. James’ brow furrows, but Sirius, true to form, asks outright, “Is something the matter?” 

You shake your head, seeming a bit perplexed yourself. “No,” you say, “I don’t know what my problem is.” 

“You seem a bit strung up,” Remus suggests gently. 

“Yeah, but” —you shrug, lips curving halfheartedly— “not for any good reason.” 

James makes a woeful pitying sound, wrapping his arms around your middle. “Sweetheart,” he laments, “do you think you might want a cuddle?” 

“Sure,” you agree, and your hand is removed from Remus’ as James pulls you into his lap, propping his chin on your shoulder with a pout, “but everything’s really fine, don’t worry.” 

Sirius leans his head on the couch cushion, looking at you with eyes sharp and contemplative. “What’s going through your head, pretty girl?” he asks. 

James covers your heart with a big hand, frowning at what he feels. You shrug. “I was just thinking about what I have to do tomorrow.” 

“You’ve been keeping busy lately,” Remus says. “Maybe you need to take some things off your plate.” 

A grimace is fixed upon your face before he’s finished talking. “It all has to get done, though,” you sigh. “No way around it.” 

Sirius and Remus exchange a look. “Maybe we can help,” Sirius says. 

You shake your head. “There’s nothing you can do,” you insist. “It’s not impossible, I’ve just been lazy and now it’s all piled up and I have to deal with it.” Your voice tenses as you lay it out, and your body with it. “It’s my problem. It’s not great, but I’ll get it done.” 

Sirius’ expression twitches into a frown at your increasingly agitated tone, and James gives you a firm squeeze, pressing a kiss into the side of your head. 

“Shh, angel, just slow down for a minute. You’re okay right now, aren’t you?” 

Some of the frustration slips from your expression. “I’m fine, I just—” 

“Then relax.” James’ voice is equal parts gentle and firm. “Take a deep breath.” 

You do. You close your eyes, and Remus can almost hear you counting as you inhale through your nose. James and Sirius, for probably the first time all evening, are silent. 

You stop breathing in. A small dent forms between your brows. 

“I can’t do it all the way,” you say, a slight vulnerability to your voice. 

Remus tries to make his low and sure to counter it. “That’s okay, it still counts. Just keep going, love. And maybe hear Sirius out.” 

Sirius very obviously fights the urge to gloat at the support, but he softens his preening into a lightly teasing look, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. “As I was saying, there have to be things we can make easier for you. What’s on your to-do list?” 

You take in another breath, and James makes a satisfied humming sound against your temple. “I mean, I really have to do laundry.” 

“Are you joking?” A grin splits Sirius’ face. “We can do that for you, baby, easy.” 

“And I have to finish my project,” you go on, as though determined to prove the impossibility of your tasks, “which will likely take all morning.” 

“I’ll be here tomorrow,” James reminds you. “Would it help if I made you breakfast so you don’t have to take the time?” 

You look surprised, head turning towards him. “Yeah,” you say. “That would be really helpful, actually.” 

“Stubborn thing.” Sirius pinches at your thigh, but Remus catches his hand before it can do any real damage. “Nothing we can do, huh?”

You duck your head sheepishly. Still, Remus can hear your smile when you say, “Sorry, you were right.” 

“It happens more often than you’d think, doll. Really astute of you to recognize it, though.”  

“For now,” Remus cuts in before Sirius can get to really gloating, “maybe it’s best to just try to relax, dove. Tomorrow’s problems will be manageable, there’s no sense in stressing yourself out tonight.” 

“Yeah,” you say, almost shyly. “Sorry, I wasn’t thinking properly.” 

“Don’t be sorry, baby,” James chides, tightening his hold on you. “It’s all good now, yeah?” 

“Yeah,” you admit. 

There’s a brief pause. 

“Sorry,” Sirius says, not sounding apologetic in the slightest, “I just want to hear it from your lips one more time. You said I was what?”

[emmu5]

TRUTH OR DARE PT 1 (18+!!)

Minors dni

^^^^ this is Peter during it

Trigger warnings contains dares, foursome, p in v action, w/o condom (don't be silly wrap your willy), Virgin Remus. She's on the pill. Probably very much cringe

Summary Y/N and the marauders decides to play truth and dare but after some time it turned extremely sexual

Pretty much just smut with minimal plot

Part 2

Final part

MASTERLIST

After a while of just playing and having fun, when things took a turn for the perverse when James dared Sirius to give Remus a strip tease and lap dance and it quickly escalated after that.

"Truth or Dare, Love?" Remus askes Looking directly at you.

"Dare" You say still a bit flustered from what You just witnessed and extremely aroused.

Sirius then answers for Remus "I dare you to kiss me...and make it dirty." He spreads his legs slightly, patting his lap invitingly. "Really sell it, love." The others watch with bated breath, waiting to see what you'll do.

You got up and sat down on his lap and you start to kiss him.

Sirius wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss. His hands roam lower, squeezing your thighs possessively. He breaks the kiss to murmur, "Not dirty enough yet..." He nuzzles your neck, his hands sliding under your Bra. You unhook your bra as you start to kiss his neck.

Sirius growls approvingly, his large hands finally freeing your breasts. He nuzzles lower, his fingers digging into your back possessively. "More," He encourages, his voice hoarse. He looks up at you with hungry eyes, "Bite my neck, love."

You suck some skin in and bite lightly

Sirius groans loudly, tilting his head to give you better access. "Fuck, yes," he hisses, his cock straining against his jeans. He squeezes your breasts roughly, pinching your nipples. "Dirty fucking hell, you're perfect," he mutters, grinding up against you.

You kiss him on the lips again, as you run your one hand through his hair as the other palms him through his pants.

Sirius kisses you back passionately, his lips moving against yours with urgency. He moans into your mouth as your hand palms him through his pants. "You're playing with fire, love," he murmurs against your lips, his hips bucking into your touch. His hands squeeze your ass as he pulls you harder against him, letting you feel every inch of his excitement. "If you keep that up, I might just fuck you right here," he growls playfully, his eyes dark with lust.

You pull back "did I make it convincing enough?"

The boys burst into applause and whistles, grinning at Sirius' evident arousal. James claps you on the back, laughing. "Bloody fucking hell, that was the hottest dare ever!" Remus chuckles, shifting uncomfortably as he adjusts himself subtly.

You look over at Remus "Truth or Dare Moony?"

"Dare," Remus says softly, blushing slightly at your direct attention. He clears his throat nervously. "What's my dare?" The room goes quiet, everyone waiting for your suggestion. Peter bites his lip playfully, hoping for something racy.

You got up from Sirius’s lap and walk over to Remus completely naked on top only wearing thigh high socks, black lace panties and a short skirt "I dare you to let me make you cum" you say.

"Fucking hell," Remus mutters under his breath, his eyes immediately drawn to your exposed skin. He swallows hard, shifting uncomfortably in his seat. "Are you sure?" His voice comes out throaty and vulnerable. "Love... you don't have to..."

You sit down on his lap "Well you didn't think you would be a virgin forever did you?"

Remus' face turns bright red as he wraps his arms around you instinctively. "Shut up," he mumbles into your hair, his heart racing. He looks up at the others, who are all watching with rapt attention, and whispers, "Make it quick, please."

"I can try but I won't make anything promises" you grab the back of his head by his hair and pull lightly before you kiss him.

Remus moans softly, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs possessively. He spreads them wider around his waist, unconsciously giving you better access. His hips lift slightly as your tongue pushes past his lips. He tries to keep quiet, his fingers digging into your thighs.

You start to grind on him as you deepened the kiss

Remus breaks the kiss with a shuddering gasp, his eyes glazed over with lust. "Bloody hell," he whispers, his hips bucking involuntarily against yours. His cock throbs urgently against your thigh, straining painfully against his pants. James leans forward, grinning.

You break the kiss and lean in and whisper into his ear "do you wanna fuck me?"

Peter practically chokes on his own breath, eyes wide. Sirius lets out a low whistle. Remus' face burns bright red, his breath hitching audibly in his throat. "Fuck... Yes," he whispers back, his voice nearly breaking.

You got up from his lap and take your skirt off and panties.

All the boys stare, jaws dropped, as you strip in front of them. Remus looks like he's about to have an heart attack, his eyes glued to your naked lower half. Sirius stands up abruptly, unbuckling his belt with shaking hands. "Fuck this," he growls,

"Padfoot you gotta wait your turn and right now it's Remus'" you say.

"Right," Sirius mutters, buckling his belt back up tightly, like it might hide his massive hard-on. He watches hungrily as you straddle Remus again. Remus swallows hard, his hands going to your hips possessively. "No condom," he rasps softly,

"No need for one" You started to kiss him again

Remus kisses you back desperately, one hand tangling in your hair while the other grips your hip. He arches into you as you grind against his clothed cock, letting out a strangled moan. Suddenly, he lifts his hips, rubbing his erection directly against your bare pussy, You start to unzip his pants.

Remus gasps as you undo his pants, his cock springing free instantly. It throbs heavily, swollen and leaking pre-cum. The others groan collectively, watching intensely. Remus grips your ass, squeezing and spreading your cheeks. "Fucking hell... sit on it,"

You grab it and guide it towards your entrance and slowly sink yourself onto it with a small gasp.

Remus inhales sharply as you sit down on him, his hands going to your back to arch you forward more. He whimpers as you take him in inch by inch, his eyes rolling back. "More... more," he begs, his hips lifting to meet yours. You moan "fuck"

You're completely impaled on Remus' thick cock, his balls pressed against your ass. He's so deep inside you that his pelvis is rubbing against your clit with every thrust. Remus starts moving, his hips snapping up into you at a frantic pace, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

"A-are you sure you're a virgin" You gasped

Remus blushes deep crimson, biting his lip to stifle a groan. "Was," he pants, his cock throbbing deeply inside you. James snorts, shaking his head. "Bloody hell, mate, you're making up for lost time!"

"Do you wanna try another position?" You ask.

Remus nods vigorously, almost dizzy with lust. He lifts you off him smoothly, stroking his slick cock desperately. "How about... bent over the arm of the chair?" he suggests hoarsely, glancing down at his erection before looking back up at you with pleading eyes.

"Okay" You got up from his lap and his cock slips out as you walk over to the armchair and bend over it.

Remus follows eagerly, positioning himself behind you. He runs a hand up your inner thigh, spreading you open before pressing his cockhead to your entrance again. With a low groan, he pushes forward, sinking back into your tight heat in one long thrust. "Fuck... so good," You moan loudly.

Remus moans loudly along with you, his hips slapping against your ass as he starts pounding fiercely. The obscene sound of skin hitting skin fills the room, punctuated by Remus' grunts and your moans. Sirius leans in close, whispering to Remus, You whimper as you look back at Remus.

*Remus' face is contorted with pleasure, his eyes locked onto yours as he pulls back and slams back into you again and again. Sirius whispers in his ear, "Turn her around, mate. We wanna see her face."

Remus nods, slowing his thrusts as he pulls out. He grips your hips and flips you over, so you're facing him. He lifts your legs over his shoulders, spreading you wide open. He looks down at you with a fierce gaze, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. You moan loudly.

Remus starts fucking you enthusiastically in this new position, his cock sliding in deep and hitting just the right spot. The boys watch entranced as his bare cock disappears into your glistening pussy, making wet, sticky noises. "Christ, look at those tits bouncing,"

"Please rub my clit" you moaned.

Remus nods urgently, one hand moving between your bodies to find your sensitive clit. He starts rubbing fast circles over it as he thrusts, making you arch your back and moan even louder. James groans at the sight, adjusting his pants. "Fuck, she's going to cum soon..."

You whimper and gasp loudly.

"That's it, keep making those fucking noises..." Remus continues rubbing your clit feverishly, his thrusts becoming more urgent and messy. "Gonna make you come all over my cock..." He pounds into you hard, hitting your G-spot exactly right. "Are you close?"

You're nodded unable to speak as you moan.

"Come on, love. Squeeze that tight little pussy around my dick... let me feel it..." Remus's words send you over the edge, your pussy clenching down hard on his thrusting cock as you scream in ecstasy.

Your eyes roll back as you're slowly coming down from the high.

Remus watches your face as you come down from your orgasm, his eyes soft. He realizes he's still buried deep inside you, his pelvis pressed against yours. He pulls back slightly then slides in again softly. "You on birth control?" He asks hoarsely. You nodded

Remus lets out a sigh of relief, his arms wrapping around your legs as he holds you close. "Good." He starts moving again, this time at a slow, gentle pace. He looks up at James and Sirius, who are both watching with hungry expressions. "You two want a turn?"

You look over and see how hard they both are.

Both James and Sirius have bulges in their pants that are impossible to miss. James is sitting on the armchair, adjusting himself discreetly, while Sirius is standing nearby, his pants tenting out visibly. They both nod eagerly at Remus' question.

"Wanna finish in My mouth?" I asked looking up at Remus.

Remus' eyes nearly cross at the suggestion, and he groans deeply. "Fuck... yes." He slowly pulls out of you, his cock glistening with both your juices and his precum. He moves to sit on the edge of the chair, stroking himself slowly.

You get on your knees in front of him, You slowly start stroking him as you start to lick the tip in circles.

Remus throws his head back with a loud moan as you lick and stroke his sensitive cock. His hand tangles in your hair, guiding you as you take more of him into your mouth. James and Sirius move closer, watching intently as you suck Remus off.

You lick the underside from base to tip

Remus let out a ragged groan, his hips lifting slightly off the chair. "Fuck..." James leans against the back of the chair, his hand sliding down to adjust himself again. "Bloody hell, she's good at that..." Sirius kneels down beside you, whispering,

You start to such it bobbin your head up and down

*Sirius whispers, "Let me help." He reaches out and grabs your hair, guiding your head to take Remus even deeper. You gag slightly as his cock hits the back of your throat, but Sirius holds you in place, making sure you keep sucking. "That's it, love..."

You start to fondle his balls as you deep throat him

Remus groans loudly, watching as you take almost his entire length down your throat. His hips lift slightly to meet your mouth, his balls tightening from your touch. James mutters, "Shit, she's going to make him come fast..." Sirius nods, "Use your tongue..."

You start to make circles around it with your tongue

Remus lets out a high-pitched moan, his whole body shaking as he gets close to the edge. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." He starts thrusting his hips, fucking your mouth hard and fast, his cock sliding in and out of your throat rapidly. "Gonna... gonna cum..." You start speed up the pace.

Remus suddenly stiffens, gripping your hair tightly as he explodes in your mouth with a loud groan. His cock pulses, shooting thick ropes of cum directly down your throat. "AHH FUCK..." He jerks his hips erratically, making sure every last drop ends up inside your mouth.

You swallow it all

Remus slumps back against the chair, panting heavily as he watches you swallow every drop of his cum. James and Sirius whistle lowly in appreciation, both sporting impressive erections that strain against their pants. "Bloody hell, she swallowed all of it," James remarks incredulously.

End of pt 1

[theemporium]

[REQUESTS OPEN]

[4.7k] remus is dragged out to a rock pub after being influenced by sirius, but maybe the pretty punk girl talking to him makes it worth the sacrifice. even if she makes him unreasonably flustered. (smut)

based off the prompt: “i’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly”

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Remus Lupin was never one to let peer pressure get to him, especially done by the likes of Sirius Black. 

His resolve was always pretty strong and despite his friend’s annoying persistency, he always did a pretty damn good job of telling him to fuck off before he finally caught the hint. It had been the practice over the many years of friendship the boys had shared and would most likely continue into their many years spent together into the future. 

Except for tonight. 

For some reason that was beyond him, he had broken his own tradition and found himself agreeing to whatever nonsense Sirius was rambling on about when he walked into the common room, dramatically sighing and pouting when he mentioned James bailed on him at the last minute for a date with Lily. 

“C’mon, Moony, it’s just one night,” Sirius had pleaded, half lying on the boy’s lap so he could grab the book out of his hands and gain the werewolf’s full attention. “Prongs is off with Evans and Peter has detention with Minnie. Come on! You’re my only hope!” 

“What about Mary?” 

“It’s not her scene.” 

“And Marlene?” 

“She slammed the door in my face before I could even ask.” 

Remus closed his eyes, letting out a sigh that told the boy his resolve was wearing thin. “And you can’t take Lily and James?” 

“I’m not being the fucking third wheel again,” Sirius scoffed, nose scrunched up as memories flashed through his mind. “Not after New Years. I don’t think I’ll ever get my innocence back.” 

Remus snorted. “Like you ever had it in the first place.” 

Sirius waved him off, eyes wide and hopeful as he flashed his friend a grin. “So you’ll come with?” 

“I–” 

“Brilliant, see you at six, Moony!” 

“I didn’t even say yes yet!” Remus called out after him but the boy was already running towards the common room door, not giving the boy a chance to even wiggle his way out of whatever Sirius had been begging him to attend. 

And maybe that was his mistake. He never asked Sirius what this event was, mostly because it was usually easier to not be an accomplice in his crimes—even by knowledge. But that was clearly the regrettable choice when Sirius dragged him away from the school, using the map to guide them through the secret passages until they were beyond the wards before apparating to merlin-knows-where. 

Because of fucking course Sirius Black would drag him to a punk rock grunge bar in a part of London he wasn’t familiar with.

“Pads,” he murmured in a warning voice, hands tucked into the pocket on his jacket as he followed his friend towards the door. 

“Just chill, Moony,” Sirius called out as the sound of music thumped beyond the closed doors. “Who knows, maybe you’ll have fun.” 

“In a muggle bar?” 

Sirius turned to look at him over his shoulder, eyes gleaming with mischief. “Who said it was a muggle bar?”

Remus held back his own wince the second the atmosphere of the bar hit him: the loud music, the throng of dancing bodies, the smell of alcohol and sweat and the taste of tobacco and marijuana thick in the clouded air. 

No wonder the little prick ran out before Remus could interrogate him on where they were going. 

To his credit, Sirius had stuck to his side for a total twenty minutes before the boy disappeared into the crowd of dancing partygoers, drink in one hand and a half-smoked cigarette in the other. Remus could only laugh and shake his head as he watched his friend go. 

He knew there was nothing stopping him from walking out the pub and heading back. Despite his dramatics, Sirius would understand and wouldn’t hold it against him. But he knew the kind of mood his friend was in, and nine times out of ten, Remus would be needed to intervene before Sirius got his ass kicked. 

Might as well sit around until that moment inevitably came. 

He had tucked himself at the back of the pub where the bar was situated, taking a stool at the very end of the bar where he could sip on his drink and observe. He recognised most of the songs considering Sirius had played them in the dorm more times than he could remember, and he couldn’t deny he enjoyed some of them. But it was difficult to fit in when everybody there was in various pieces of leather clothing, chunky boots and more pieces of jewellry than he could ever imagine.

It was a pub full of Sirius Black’s and that thought was concerning enough for him to order another drink soon after.

He was fiddling with a napkin when a body slid between his stool and the one next to him, arms pressed against the sticky counter and the scent of vanilla overbearing his senses from the smell of the pub. It felt almost instinctive to keep his eyes on the napkin, watching the way the paper shredded with each piece he ripped off until he had a small pile lying beside his glass. It felt instinctive to keep his eyes anywhere but on the pair of eyes he could feel burning into his side. 

“You look like you’ve just been dropped here after your shift at the library.”

But something about the voice was magnetic and he couldn’t help himself from turning his head to peek at you through the mess of brown curls on his head and—fuck, it felt like someone had hit him right in the centre of his chest.

Remus had met many attractive people in his life. Pretty ones and handsome ones and gorgeous ones and ones that took your breath. Everyone had a side of beauty in them that could make them shine and stand out in a crowd, but fuck had he ever seen someone like you. 

His mind went completely blank when he looked at you, almost as though his brain was trying to process the fact you existed and were not just a perfect figment of his imagination. Your skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, your hair was messy and wild from dancing and the makeup around your eyes looked a little more smudged than usual—but it was fucking mesmirising and he couldn’t find it within himself to look away.  

He opened his mouth to say something—anything—to you. Hell, even just to say hello but the boy found himself speechless as he openly gaped at you. 

“It’s cute though,” you reassured him, painted lips curving up in a smirk and it took him a few seconds to tear his eyes away from them. “Hot librarian is really in these days.” 

“I’m not a librarian!” he blurted out, his cheeks instantly heating up when he realised how loud he had him.

But you laughed and the embarrassment swelling in his chest eased up a little at the sound. 

“Of course not, silly,” you said with an amused tone in your voice. “You’re missing the glasses.” 

Remus could only let out a shaky breath, hand clenching around his glass a little too hard that he was honestly surprised it didn’t shatter in his hold but he couldn’t quite find the words to reply just yet. 

“So, how did you find yourself dragged out here?” you asked, seeming to take it upon yourself to continue the conversation even when the bartender dropped your drink in front of you. But you remained in your spot, tucked between the stools as you took a leisurely sip from the bottle you had just ordered. “Got a girlfriend who dragged you out?” 

His eyes widened a little. “No!” 

“No?” you questioned, not even bothering to bite back your smile. “Boyfriend then?” 

“No, no, I–” Remus paused for a moment, clearing his throat as he tried to string together a coherent sentence. “I came with my friend, Sirius. He didn’t have anyone to go with so…I came.”

You raised your brows. “Do I get to know your name or do I have to keep referring to you as Sirius’ cute friend?”

Remus only hoped the lights of the pub didn’t pick up on his burning cheeks, or the way the tips of his ears matched his blush. “I, uh, Remus. My name is Remus.” 

“Well, Remus, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” you said as you introduced yourself, extending your hand to the boy. You watched the way his eyes dropped to your hand, eyeing it carefully and you couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I promise I don’t bite.” 

His eyes widened. “No, I–” 

 “Unless you want me to,” you added and watched in delight the way his lips parted in surprise. 

Remus was different from every other witch and wizard in this establishment. From the tattered jeans and knitted sweater he wore to the worn trainers and dishevelled hair, he stood out like a sore thumb in a place like this. And yet, you loved it. 

You loved it when you spotted him from across the pub. You loved it when you pushed your way through the crowd and made your way to the bar to get closer to him. You loved it when you could see the way his eyes fought to not glance over as you settled beside him. 

You fucking loved how flustered he got around you. It wasn’t the first time you made a man feel that way and you doubt it would be the last, but there was something different—something more satisfying—when it came to Remus.

“I mean, I just—” he gulped a little when you stepped closer to him, his body seeming to have a mind of its own as his legs parted to accommodate you standing between them. “Yeah…” 

“Yeah? You’d like that?” you teased, head tilted to the side as you raised a hand to his face. Your finger traced down the line of his jaw, watching the way it clenched under your touch before he let out a shaky breath. “Maybe I can add to those wicked scars you have.” 

His heart was thundering in his chest. “Wicked?” 

“Wicked hot,” you murmured absentmindedly as you traced along the scars slashed across his face. They weren’t obvious, the pale marks almost invisible against his skin in the pub lighting but you noticed them the second you stepped between his legs. And fuck, you loved the way they looked. 

“T-Thanks,” he stuttered out, hooded eyes focused on how close you were to him. How fucking easy it would be for him to just lean down and—

“Do I make you nervous, Remus?” you asked innocently. 

His eyes snapped back up to meet yours, a small crease forming between his brows. “I–no, why would you think that?”

“You’re really hot and you’re breathing funny,” you told him, though the gleam in your eyes told him this was beyond concern. You knew you made him nervous and he knew you loved. Fuck, he loved it. You were the kind of girl people would tell him to run for the hills if he ever came across you, but he didn’t want to run. He wanted to stay right where he was even if it was his own ruination. 

“Crowds make me nervous,” he blurted out, smart enough to know you were teasing him but not quite brave enough to admit it. It seems like the Gryffindor within him couldn’t compete with the pretty girl standing between his legs.

Your smile made his breath catch in his throat. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he rasped as your hand fell to his chest, feeling his pounding heart beneath your palm before your hand slid down to intertwine with his.

“You wanna go somewhere a little more quiet?” 

And before he could even process the question, the words left his lips.

“Lead the way.” 

His drink was left abandoned on the bar counter as he let you pull him through the crowd of dancing witches and wizards. His eyes never strayed away from you, his attention completely locked on you as you led him down a dimly lit corridor before you reached a fire exit door and quickly pushed it open, leading him outside before the door closed behind you. 

He glanced around, picking up on the small space as the light chill brushed against his heated cheeks. It seemed like it was a back alley, blocked off from the main street. The space was decorated with some old, battered sofas and chairs but there was an odd sense of comradery in the air.

“Are we allowed to be back here?” he asked, taking a few steps deeper into the back alley. 

“Legally? No,” you stated simply, grinning at the way his head swivelled around to meet your gaze. “But that’s why it’s so fun.” 

“You’re confident we won’t get caught?” 

“Also no.” 

Remus huffed out a little laugh. It was almost like you were reading out the marauders motto and he found his chest tightening a little at the idea. 

He watched as you sauntered across the space, falling back onto one of the cracked leather sofas and grinned up at him. You patted the spot next to you, eyebrows raising a little in your offer and he couldn’t find it within himself to deny you. 

Remus settled into the spot next to you, his thigh pressed against your thigh and his shoulder pressed against your shoulder. He could feel his body tensing at the touch, his hands laying on his lap in tight fists as he cleared his throat a little to distract him from the way his stomach twisted in delight at the lack of space between you. 

“Relax, Remus,” you spoke softly, arm stretching out along the back of the sofa as your hand rested on his shoulder.

“You got something to help me relax?” he joked, though it came off a little flat with his shaky voice but you laughed regardless.

“Is that all you need to let me see the real Remus?” you questioned, bottom lip tucked between your teeth. 

His eyes caught the movement, body working on autopilot when his brain went blank with an array of thoughts that made him want to squirm in his seat. “Maybe so.”

“You should’ve told me earlier,” you grinned at him, watching as his eyes went comically wide as you reached into your bra, only to pull out a joint a few seconds later. “Got a light?” 

“Uh, no,” he murmured as he watched you place the joint between your lips. You raised your brows and Remus leaned forwards slightly, whispering a charm under his breath until the end of the joint lit up in a soft orange.

“Guess the nerd aesthetic isn’t for show,” you teased, taking a deep inhale before softly blowing out the smoke. “Good to see you got the looks and the brains, Remus.” 

But the boy could barely reply, just simply content to lay his head back on the back of the sofa and watch you. The way your body was twisted, turned towards him with your legs tucked underneath you. The way your painted lips wrapped around the joint, staining the rolling paper with the colour of your lipstick but it drove him even more mad to see the marks. Even the way your hair fell across your face, a mind of his own as the light breeze softly grazed your skin, goosebumps raised on your arms but you only grinned when he offered to charm a heating spell over you.

He was completely and utterly enamoured about you, and he couldn’t bring himself to even care or bother hiding it.

“You think you can handle a hit, big boy?” you asked, a dangerous look on your face that told Remus you could’ve asked him anything and he would’ve agreed to it. 

He nodded his head, eyes dipping down to your lipstick-stained joint before he lifted his hand to take it from you, but you acted quicker than the werewolf. 

Before he could even process it, you had swung your legs over him and planted yourself on his lap. Your smile widened when you saw the way his cheeks flushed, his hands instantly dropping to your waist and holding onto you, almost like he was scared you were going to jump off his lap. 

“Be a good boy f’me, okay?” you murmured before bringing the joint to your lips, taking a deep inhale and keeping the smoke in your mouth. 

Your eyes never looked away from him as you gripped his chin, watching his lips part just enough for you to lean down and slowly blow the smoke into his mouth. 

The boy beneath you let out a soft groan, your lips brushing against his and his grip on your waist tightening as he pulled you a little closer. 

“Keep it there,” you ordered him softly, nose nudging against his as you watched his face. As you watched the way his eyes started to water slightly and his lips trembled and only then did you whisper again. “Let it out.”

His breaths were a little shaky as he stared up at you, eyes a little hooded and hazy as your hand still gripped his chin. You murmured a soft praise under your breath, thumb fanning over his pouty lips but it wasn’t enough. 

“Please,” he let out, his voice low and guttural and fuck, you couldn’t lie at the way your stomach clenched a little at the sound. 

“Such a gentleman, Remus,” you murmured before you threw the joint somewhere behind you on the ground, both hands grabbing his face before you pressed your lips against his. 

The boy shamelessly moaned against your lips, squeezing your hips as his lips began to move against yours. It was slow and lazy at first, no rush as your tongue teased him before you deepened the kiss. And then the pace started picking up and your hands were running up and down his chest, along his neck and through his hair and Remus felt like he was going to fucking explode. 

The way your fingers tangled in his messy brown hair, tugging his head to the side before your head dipped down to kiss along the expanse of his neck and jaw, nibbling on the skin softly just to hear the way he whimpered into your ear when your teeth bit down on the spot just below his ear. 

But no matter how passionately you kissed him and no matter how much he moaned, his hands never swayed away your hips. They stayed firmly planted at your sides, squeezing whenever you did anything that made his head fucking spin but they never moved. 

He didn’t want to push your boundaries or cross a line you didn’t want. The boy could barely comprehend the super hot witch grinding against his lap and kissing him until he couldn’t breathe, he wasn’t about to ruin it with wandering hands. 

But then you pulled away, lips red and swollen, and gave him a look that made his jeans feel tight around his cock. 

“Do you want to fuck or not?” you asked bluntly, eyes darkened by desire and lust for the werewolf beneath you. 

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly,” he blurted out, cheeks tinted pink by his confession but it was the least of his problem when a smirk split across your face. 

“Then touch me like you mean it,” you said as you slid your hands over his, guiding them along your sides and up your stomach until both hands rested over your tits. “Get it?” 

“Got it,” he confirmed with a nod of his head, hooded eyes stuck on your chest as he gave your tits an experimental squeeze. 

“C’mon, Remus,” you murmured as you leaned down to kiss along his jaw and towards his ear, lips brushing against him as your warm breath fanned over his skin. “Show me your wild side.”

Remus couldn’t get enough of you from that point on. Maybe it was the liquid courage. Maybe it was the weed that finally relaxed him. Or maybe it was that Gryffindor courage that finally made him get his head out of his ass and take what he wanted. 

Because he wanted you. Fuck, he wanted you badly. He wanted you the second he first laid his eyes on you and now here you were, sitting on his lap and practically ordering him to touch you, and he honestly thought he was seconds away from waking up from the best dream in his life but this was real. 

You were real. 

And Merlin, did Remus want to bask in every fucking moment of attention you gave him.

“Fuck,” you whispered between kisses, your fingers tugging the fabric of his knitted sweater over his head. “You taste like chocolate.” 

He lifted his hands, letting you chuck the sweater to the side before his hands were all over you again. The way he wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer to him as your head dipped down to press kisses along his scars. The way his hands grabbed your ass, groaning at the way your jeans fitted you because it was just another thing added to your list of many perfections. 

“Are you particularly attached to this top?” he asked breathlessly, fingers digging into your thighs as he impatiently tugged on the denim fabric. 

Your hands moved to the button of your jeans, your belt already long gone and your jeans soon following. “Not really—” 

You hadn’t even finished talking before the sound of fabric ripping echoed against the brick walls of the back alley, your top now in shred and abandoned to the side before Remus’ face was nuzzled between your tits, his hands groping any inch of skin his lips couldn’t kiss. 

“Fucking knew it,” you moaned as your head fell back, nails digging into his shoulders as he began to leave pretty purple marks along the swells of your tits. “Wild side.” 

“Just wanna make you feel good,” he muttered as a pathetic defence, but defending his honour was the last thing on his mind when he could feel the fabric of your soaked panties pressed against the bulge of his jeans. 

Remus whined when you pulled away, even if it was for a short few moments to shed the remainder of the pieces of clothing keeping you away from each other. But then you were grabbing his face once again, fingers pressing into his cheeks as he stared up at you with wide eyes. 

“You gonna let me fuck you, baby?” 

He nodded. 

“You gonna make me feel good?” 

He nodded again. 

“Good,” you murmured before kissing him senseless, letting your moans be muffled by his lips against yours as you reached down to stroke his cock. He whined and bucked against your touch, letting out a pathetic whimper when you squeezed his tip before you slowly sunk down on him, eyes falling shut and curse words leaving your parted lips. 

“Shit,” he hissed, squeezing your hips as he watched himself disappear inside you. “You feel…so fucking good, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck, Remus,” you breathed out, nails digging into his shoulders but he couldn’t even bring himself to care about the sting of pain. Not when you were squeezing around his cock, making the werewolf whine in response. “That’s it, baby, let me hear it.”

The idea of silencing charms and spells were the last thing on either of your minds. It wouldn’t take long to do, maybe less than thirty seconds. But you would be lying if he didn’t fucking love the idea that anybody could walk through that fire door and catch you both. That anybody could come out here and see the flustered, needy boy beneath you. That anybody could see the way he begged for your touch, your kisses, your filthy words whispered in his ear.

“Remus,” you moaned, your words seeming to get choked up in your throat as you bounced up and down on his cock, as you listened to the way he whined about how good you felt. “Fuck, that’s it, baby, just like that.” 

He could feel the way you were clenching around him. He could see the way your eyes were fluttering shut, breathless remarks made as you tried to catch your breath but he knew you were struggling. Your legs starting to shake and your nails digging further into skin and you were close, so fucking close but you just—” 

“Shit!”

You could barely comprehend the wizard below you as he lifted you, his hips bucking up into you at a relentless speed that made it difficult to fight the orgasm washing over you. You whined as he kept going, kept fucking you as stars started to dance in your vision and your muscles tensed but he never stopped. Never stopped fucking you until you were whining his name. 

Your hands laid on his chest, your own lungs heaving for air as you rolled your hips against his, biting back the whimpers of pleasure that wanted to escape. “You didn’t—”

“Wanted to make you feel good,” he whispered as he kissed you, soft and chaste kisses that were pressed along your neck and chest as he continued to speak. “Wanna see you come again. You look so pretty when you come.” 

“Fuck,” you murmured as his hands on your hips started to move you on his cock again. “Remus, I can’t—”

“Shhh, relax,” he whispered between kisses. “Let me make you feel so fucking good, sweetheart.” 

And you didn’t have it within you to argue when he shifted you with unreasonably ease, picking you up like you weighed nothing until your back was pressed against the tattered leather sofa and he was crawling above you, kissing up your stomach and between your tits before he met your lips once again. 

Your legs wrapped around his waist like instinct, ankles locked behind his back as he slowly guided his cock back inside you with a guttural groan, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck as he slowly began to thrust. 

“Right there, baby, right there,” the words left your lips in breathless praises, seeming to spur the boy on as he gripped your hips, his tempo speeding up shit. “Shit, yes!” 

“Fuck,” Remus whined, his cock hard and desperate for release. He didn’t know how much longer he could last inside you, last with your nails raking down his back and face scrunched up as your second orgasm was so close. He couldn’t help himself as a hand disappeared between your bodies, pressing his thumb against your swollen clit and watching as your lips parted in a silent scream as you came, him following you seconds after. 

It took you a few minutes to ground yourself. To catch your breath and open your eyes, taking in your surroundings before you glanced down at the boy laying on your chest, his arms wrapped around you and soft kisses pressed on your skin that made your heart swell. 

“Did you really throw your joint on the floor?” 

The question caught you off guard before you laughed, your fingers running through his hair before he lifted his head up to look at you. “Want another hit?” 

“No, I just—” Remus flashed you a sheepish smile. “I felt bad, don’t want you to waste it.” 

“You’re quite adorable, aren’t you?” you commented casually, and despite the fact this boy had just given you two of the best orgasms of your life, he still had the audacity to blush at the simple compliment. 

“Thank you,” he murmured before pausing. “I think.”

“It was a compliment, Remus,” you hummed as you pushed some of his hair away from his face, eyes scanning the small details you hadn’t noticed before. The small scars you couldn’t see unless you were up close, or the freckles sprinkled along the bridge of his nose or apples of his cheeks. “More people oughta tell you how pretty you are.” 

He let out a slightly nervous laugh. “I don’t think anyone has ever called me pretty before.” 

“Tragic,” you muttered before smiling at him. “I guess I gotta change that.” 

His mood seemed to perk up a little. “You mean like…you’d wanna do this again?” 

“You don’t?” you teased.

“No, I do!” he blurted out before clearing his throat. “I-I would love to see you again.” 

“Good, because I wanna see how many other pretty ways I can make you blush, baby.”

And fuck, there were many ways a girl as pretty as you could make Remus Lupin blush.

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[enbysiriusblack]

december jily bingo: fireworks & hugging just for warmth (does this count as two or am i cheating? 🤔) @jilychallenge

Potter manor was filled with their peers, strolling the grounds drunk and happy. Euphemia and Fleamont had long since gone to bed, setting up fireworks before giving Sirius free reign on setting them off.

The winter party dipped later and later into the night, the home still swarmed with guests. James Potter, however, focused only on one guest throughout the night.

Lily Evans arrived late, dressed in an emerald muggle party dress and with a fairly fancy box of chocolates as a house gift for James' parents. She then proceeded to dance with Mary for the next few hours, only taking short breaks to grab drinks. James was enamoured.

Now, hours later and Mary gone off, Lily settled down on the grass outside, waiting for the firework display Sirius had promised soon.

"Hey, Evans."

Lily turned and gave him a smile, "Lily now, remember?"

"Right, Lily", he waved a hand through his hair, "You having fun?"

"Yeah", she patted the grass next to her, prompting him to sit, "Can't believe I missed out on coming to these every year."

"Well I did invite you."

Lily snorted, "Did you really think I'd come any of those times?"

James shrugged, "Didn't think you'd actually come this time to be honest."

"Oi, I told you I would."

"Yeah, but you were like three hours late."

Lily blushed slightly and turned to glance at the various other people, claiming spots on the Potter's makeshift qudditch pitch.

"Something wrong?" James asked, noting the sudden shift.

Lily coughed slightly and turned back to him, "No, I just- I was late because I wasn't sure what to wear."

"Well you look great."

"Thanks", Lily snorted, "I just panicked a bit. I got all ready and then suddenly thought I should maybe try harder. Tried on all my best outfits and some of Mary's too."

James frowned, "That's nonsense. You'd still look the best dressed here even if you just wore your school uniform."

Lily smiled, "Are you saying I don't look good in my school uniform?"

"What-no!" James panicked.

Lily let out a laugh and touched his knee, "I'm messing with you, James."

A sudden boom sounded and the two glanced up to the night sky just in time to see a swirl if red sparkles fizzle in the air. A second came shortly later- gold waves cracking in the sky.

James felt Lily shiver beside him so he wrapped an arm around her. She shuffled closer to him.

They stayed wrapped in each other's arms as Sirius set off more and more fireworks, shifting from the muggle ones to the magical ones. And soon the fists of explosions shifted more to images against the blackness of the sky. From advertisements for Sleakeazy's products to snowflakes and ice skating.

The two kept shuffling closer, eyes kept on the firework display. As the night grew colder, they were practically sat in each other's laps.

As a large pink heart sparkled in the sky, Lily resolutely made herself turn away from the fireworks just as the sparkles dimmed away. Instead, she turned to James and wrapped her arms around him, face pressed against his neck.

"Uh, Lily?" James froze.

"Sorry", she murmured, "It's just so cold."

"Oh", James paused, "Did you want to go back inside?"

Lily lifted her head up to look him in the eye, "No, I’m very cozy here, as long as you don't mind?"

James grinned widely, "Oh, it's fine! I'm freezing cold too."

Lily placed her head back down, "We'll warm each other up then," she breathed against his neck.

Peter glanced to the two of them from only a few metres away before turning back to Remus, "Why don't they just do a warming charm like everyone else has?"

Remus smiled slightly, "I don't think they're just hugging for warmth."

[gg-xoxo]

My first shot at writing fan-fiction, because I’ve read way to many for it to be healthy 😂

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Lily Evans had always prided herself on being independent. She could carry her own books, face her own demons, and fight her own battles. It was just how she was wired. But James Potter? He didn’t just challenge her independence; he wrapped it in a warm embrace and asked to be a part of it.

He didn’t try to smother her fire; no, James made it blaze brighter. He was infuriatingly persistent in the best ways—carrying her bag even after she rolled her eyes, pulling her into his lap mid-argument, and reminding her, in those subtle ways only he could, that letting someone care for you wasn’t a weakness.

On this particular Friday evening, Lily was perched on the Gryffindor common room sofa, legs curled beneath her, a book spread across her lap. James lay with his head resting on her thighs, his glasses slightly askew as her fingers moved absentmindedly through his messy black hair.

“Lils,” James murmured, his voice muffled as he turned slightly to bury his face in the soft fabric of her sweater. “I think this is my favorite thing in the world.

She laughed softly, eyes still scanning the page. “You say that about every new thing we do.”

“Yeah, but this one’s different.” He shifted slightly, his hazel eyes gazing up at her. “This one involves you and me and the best scalp massage I’ve ever had.”

She shook her head fondly, finally lowering her book to meet his gaze. “You’re impossible, Potter.”

“And yet,” he grinned, his hand reaching up to gently take hers, “here you are. Completely smitten.”

Lily rolled her eyes but didn’t bother denying it. She was smitten. Absolutely, head-over-heels, terrifyingly in love with James Potter.

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Later that week, Lily found herself sitting across from Remus Lupin in the cozy Gryffindor common room. The fire crackled between them, and the soft glow of candlelight danced across the room as they sipped on goblets of wine.

James and Sirius had gone off to some wild escapade—undoubtedly involving the Invisibility Cloak and some elaborate prank—but Lily didn’t mind. Nights like these, spent in quiet companionship with Remus, were her reprieve.

“So,” Remus began, swirling the wine in his goblet like he was far older than seventeen. “How’s the love life?”

Lily snorted. “You’re impossible, you know that?”

He smirked. “Just curious. James hasn’t stopped grinning since the day you said yes. It’s almost concerning.”

Her cheeks flushed as she leaned back in her chair. “He’s… he’s something else, isn’t he?”

“That’s one way to put it.”

They fell into comfortable silence, the kind that only years of friendship could forge. Lily appreciated Remus’s quiet presence, his steady demeanor that balanced out the chaos of the Marauders. He was a grounding force in a whirlwind of laughter and pranks.

“I gave him flowers yesterday,” Lily said suddenly, her lips curving into a small smile at the memory.

Remus’s eyebrows shot up. “Flowers? You?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, feigning offense.

“Nothing!” He held up his hands defensively, though his grin betrayed him. “I just didn’t peg you as the flower-giving type.”

“Well, boys deserve tokens of love too,” she said matter-of-factly, taking a sip of her wine.

“What did he do?” Remus asked, clearly intrigued.

Lily’s smile widened. “He just… looked at them. For ages. Like he couldn’t believe they were his. Then he pulled me into this ridiculous, spinning hug, nearly knocked over half the furniture in the common room.”

Remus laughed, shaking his head. “That sounds like him.”

“Yeah,” she said softly, her heart swelling. “It does.”

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James Potter had a gift for feeling everything. It was one of the many reasons Lily loved him, but it was also what worried her the most.

When James loved, he loved deeply. When he laughed, it was with his whole soul. And when he took on the burdens of others—whether it was Sirius’s fractured family, Remus’s guilt over his condition, or Peter’s constant insecurity—he felt it all as if it were his own.

Sometimes, it became too much.

Lily found him sitting alone in the Astronomy Tower one night, his shoulders slumped and his head bowed. He didn’t look up when she approached, but the way his shoulders relaxed ever so slightly told her he knew it was her.

“James?” she said softly, crouching down beside him.

He shook his head, refusing to meet her eyes. “I’m fine.”

She didn’t push, didn’t demand he talk. Instead, she settled beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his shoulder.

They sat in silence, the cool night air wrapping around them like a blanket. Slowly, James’s breathing evened out, his head tilting to rest against hers.

“Sometimes I reckon I’m not strong enough for all of it,” he admitted quietly, his voice barely audible.

“You are,” Lily said firmly, her fingers intertwining with his. “You’re the strongest person I know. But you don’t have to carry it all alone.”

He turned to her then, his eyes glassy but filled with gratitude. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“You let me in,” she said simply.

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For all his bravado and confidence, James Potter was a surprisingly tactile person. He thrived on physical affection—hands brushing, arms around waists, stolen kisses in empty corridors. But his favorite thing, without a doubt, was pulling Lily into his lap.

It didn’t matter where they were or what they were doing. If there was a chair, a sofa, or even just a patch of grass, James would find a way to settle Lily against him.

“James, I can walk, you know,” Lily protested one afternoon as he scooped her up and plopped her onto his lap in the middle of the library.

“Sure you can,” he said, his arms wrapping securely around her waist. “But this is more fun.”

Madam Pince shot them a glare from across the room, but James didn’t care.

“Are you always this ridiculous?” Lily asked, though she made no move to leave.

“Only when I’m madly in love,” he replied with a grin, pressing a kiss to her temple.

She sighed, leaning back against him. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“I’m lucky for a lot of reasons,” he said, his tone softening.

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Lily was stubborn to a fault. She hated asking for help, hated the idea of being seen as anything less than capable. It was one of the things James adored most about her—but it was also the source of their daily battle.

“I can carry it,” she said firmly, clutching a stack of textbooks that looked like they were moments away from toppling over.

“Lily, just let me—”

“No.” She cut him off, her green eyes blazing with determination. “I’ve got it.”

James sighed, running a hand through his hair. “You do realize I’m not offering because I think you can’t do it, right? I’m offering because I want to help.”

“Well, I don’t need help.”

“Merlin, you’re impossible,” he muttered, though there was no malice in his tone. Instead, he reached out and plucked the top three books from her pile before she could protest.

“James!”

“Lily!” he countered, mimicking her tone. “This isn’t about you being strong. I know you’re strong. Stronger than anyone I know. But sometimes, letting someone carry a bit of the weight doesn’t make you any less strong.”

Her shoulders sagged slightly, and James knew he’d won.

“You’re annoying,” she muttered, though the corners of her mouth twitched upward.

“And you love me,” he replied, slinging an arm around her shoulders.

“Yeah,” she said softly, leaning into him. “I do.”

[moons-and-mobility-aids]

Never Have I Ever...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Remus’ eyes were narrowed in concentration as his finger hovered over the screen of his phone. His brow furrowed, a telltale sign that he was on the verge of losing yet another round of Tomb of the Mask. It was an intense level, one of those impossible ones that required both precision and the kind of reflexes Remus was convinced only children—or, more specifically, Sirius —could possess. He had been stuck on it for days, and tonight’s attempt was proving to be no different.

Sirius, lounging next to him on the couch, glanced over at Remus, his expression one of exaggerated boredom. “You’re still on that level?” he asked, voice dripping with playful mockery. “I swear, I’ve seen you do this same thing for hours now. What is it, like Level 500 or something?”

“Level 238,” Remus muttered, his thumb swiping in rapid succession across the screen. “It’s… trickier than it looks.”

“Uh-huh.” Sirius snorted and casually stretched his arms above his head. “I bet it is. Need some help?”

Remus paused, his finger hovering in mid-air. He could feel Sirius’ eyes on him, no doubt amused by the way his eyes were glued to the screen. He had made it this far through sheer persistence, and he wasn’t about to let Sirius think he couldn’t handle it.

“I think I’ve got it under control, thanks,” Remus replied with a smirk, his finger landing on the wrong spot, causing his character to die instantly. He let out a dramatic sigh. “Maybe.”

Sirius chuckled. “You sure about that?”

For a moment, Remus glared at the phone, trying to quell the surge of frustration that was bubbling up inside him. He hated feeling incompetent, especially when he was sure that if he just had a little more focus, he could get through it.

Finally, he leaned back against the couch with an exaggerated groan, dropping his phone to his chest. “Fine,” he said, turning to face Sirius with an innocent look that was anything but. “How about you give it a try then, if you’re so confident?”

Sirius raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into that signature smug grin. “Oh, I’m confident, alright,” he said, plucking the phone from Remus’ hands with a casual flourish. “Let me show you how it’s done.”

Remus leaned back, arms folded, watching intently as Sirius’s fingers danced across the screen. To his surprise, Sirius didn’t hesitate. He was all focus, every move sharp and calculated. He breezed through the obstacles with ease, the pixelated enemies falling in quick succession, the traps expertly avoided. It was like watching a magician at work.

Remus couldn't help but stare. How does he do that?

Minutes passed, and within moments—no, seconds—Sirius had cleared the level. Not just cleared it, but mastered it, his character moving with the precision of someone who’d done this a thousand times before.

“Done,” Sirius said, holding up the phone like it was a trophy, his grin now a full-on, victorious beam.

Remus blinked. "How—what—how did you…?"

Sirius shrugged, casually tossing the phone back into Remus’ lap. “It’s all about reflexes, Moony. You should try it sometime.”

“I—” Remus stared at the screen, his brain trying to process what had just happened. “That was… incredible.” He glanced up at Sirius, his eyes wide with genuine admiration. “You just—wow. That was like… effortless.”

Sirius leaned back, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “Told you it was easy.”

Remus snorted, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re insufferable,” he muttered, half-grinning. He couldn’t help it—he was still in awe.

Sirius leaned in a little closer, his eyes twinkling mischievously. “I know,” he said softly. “But you like it, don’t you?”

Remus’ breath caught slightly. He met Sirius’ gaze, feeling his heart skip a beat. The closeness, the teasing in Sirius’ tone, the soft, knowing look—it all seemed to wrap around him, making him feel suddenly warm in a way that had nothing to do with the comfort of the couch or the warmth of the room.

“Oh, I do,” Remus said before he could stop himself. His voice was softer than he meant it to be, and he could tell by the flash of Sirius’ grin that he’d caught it.

Sirius’ grin widened into something a bit more smug, but also undeniably fond. “Well, I’ve always got your back, Moony,” he said, nudging him lightly with his shoulder. “In gaming, and in life.”

Remus couldn’t help but chuckle. He wasn’t sure if it was the flirting or just the sheer absurdity of being here with Sirius—playful, cocky, and somehow always managing to make him feel like the only person in the room. Either way, the effect was the same: his chest felt full, and his smile couldn’t be erased.

"You're impossible," Remus muttered, though he wasn’t entirely sure he meant it.

"Impossibly good at Tomb of the Mask," Sirius corrected with a wink. "But you’re lucky. I’m happy to share my talents with you."

Remus rolled his eyes, but he could feel the blush creeping up his neck. "Next time, I’ll beat you."

“Sure you will, love,” Sirius teased, clearly not convinced. “Sure you will.”

And though Remus was still a little awestruck by Sirius’ effortless victory, he couldn’t help but feel more than a little bit lucky himself. Because even if Sirius was impossible, he was also exactly the kind of impossible Remus wanted in his life.

“Well,” Remus said after a pause, voice dropping in that playful, almost teasing way that was all too familiar between them. “How about we make a deal, then? You can finish this level for me… and I’ll… take you out for dinner.”

Sirius turned, eyes alight with mischief. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Remus said, leaning closer, his lips twitching into a grin. “Just dinner. I think you deserve it, after all.”

Sirius considered this for a moment, then shrugged with a carefree smile. “Well, in that case, I think I’ll let you win the next round.”

“Oh?” Remus raised an eyebrow. “You think you’re that generous?”

“I am when I’m in a good mood,” Sirius said, his voice lowering to a whisper, his eyes flickering with a hint of something more serious now. “And I’ve got a lot of good moods when I’m with you, Moony.”

Remus swallowed, his heart giving an unexpected little flutter. It was only then that he realized just how much he’d been holding his breath.

“Good to know,” he murmured, meeting Sirius’ eyes and feeling the world shrink to just the two of them.

[georgie-weasley]

Grinch Young R.L. x GN!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of depression, mentions of poverty, and just disliking Christmas

Word Count: 2.8k

Pairing: Young!Remus Lupin x Gender Neutral Gryffindor!Reader

Summary: Christmas was quickly approaching and everyone was excited but you. As the residential Grinch you were not looking forward to the holiday but turns out Remus Lupin is a Grinch as well.

A/N: Hello all! This is my first fic back after a break and I'm really glad to be back. Thank you to everyone who is still reading my stories and I love you all. Also this was inspired by my disliking of Christmas so I projected on the reader and Remus a smidge.

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Christmas had exploded around Hogwarts. Pine trees were set up in just about every corner in every single room in the castle. Trees were taller than most of the students and covered in brightly colored baubles and tinsel and magic balls of light that changed color every minute. Garlands and wreaths covered the stone walls and the smell of gingerbread followed the students everywhere they went. The suits of armor broke out into Christmas songs and danced anytime someone passed by. The Great Hall was by far the most decorated part of Hogwarts with festive table runners, stockings hung on the fireplace, large real snowflakes on every surface enchanted to never melt, and the magical ceiling was snowing. It was horrible.

You had never been one to get into the Christmas spirit. The songs were annoying and wormed their way into your brain and never left. The decorations were everywhere and followed you around, literally while at Hogwarts. People were just insanely obsessed with Christmas and overly happy. They were happy to the point of it being creepy and fake and weird.

Possibly the worst was just how excited all of your friends seemed to be. James Potter, sunshine incarnate and your best friend, loved Christmas. He loved everything you hated about it. In fact, James had been talking about Christmas since the beginning of November and he never let you escape it.

“Happy 10th day of Christmas Y/N!” James’s bright and cheerful smile popped up between you and your book. The sudden appearance of his face made you jump, smacking him a little with your book.

“James! You absolute asshole! I’m trying to read.” You huffed and shoved him away as you tried to turn back to your book. The common room was quiet and the perfect place to read until now.

James only rolled his eyes and wedged himself into the miniscule space between you and the arm of the couch. “You know there is an entire couch open? Actually the whole common room is open but you had to sit practically on my lap?”

“Well yeah,” James chuckled as he tore the book out of your grasp and fully moved himself onto your lap. “I have to tell you what I want for Christmas! This year I want Lily Evans to date me.”

“Fat chance buddy. You’ve been wishing for that since you were 13. Give it a rest.” With one hard push, James fell off of your lap and onto the rug with a loud thud. “Besides, don’t you know you don’t get your Christmas wish if you tell it to the Grinch.”

James just looked at you with a wild smirk. “Then I suppose I’ll have to sing a song to reverse the curse!” He then burst into song, singing the Twelve Days of Christmas at the top of his lungs. You clamped your hands over your ears but nothing managed to block out the horrible sounds coming from James until the portrait opened and a figure sped by and body slammed James.

Sirius pulled James into a headlock while Peter quickly sprinted over and sat on James’s chest. “Please Prongs, we’ve talked about this. You can’t sing. Don’t ever try to do it again.” While James struggled to break free from Sirius and Peter, the fourth marauder sat in the open space next to you, his eyes already on his book.

You knew Sirius, Peter, and Remus but not like you knew James. Yes they were friends with your best friend but you never spoke to them unless it was for class or James made you. There was nothing wrong with the three of them. Actually, quite the opposite. You loved them and loved hearing stories about them but you never ran in the same circles. In fact, you didn’t see James as much as you used to either. You had grown up next door to him and as kids you two were always together. It’s not that you two aren’t friends anymore because clearly you are, you just don’t see him around as much.

James found Sirius, Remus, and Peter and never left them. You found your own friends and spent more time on your studies than James ever could. Sirius was fine and you waved to him in the halls. Peter would wave if he was with James or Sirius but not on his own. Remus never really acknowledged you. However, that never stopped you from looking at him. Since James had become friends with Remus Lupin, you were drawn to him. He was quiet just about all of the time but that didn’t mean he wasn’t sassy. You heard the way he would call out James and it was cutthroat. He was tall and handsome and rather mysterious in a way. Not to mention he was smart and was always seen with a book.

“Hey Grinch!” James's voice came from somewhere on the floor.

“What?” You and Remus both said. At the same time, you looked away from Remus as he looked away from his book to find James. Hearing Remus, you then looked at him while he looked at you.

For only a second, no one moved or spoke until James broke the silence. “Right, sorry. Forgot there’s two of ya. Moony?” Remus slowly tore his gaze away from yours to look at his friend who had continued speaking but you could hear none of it.

That was an interesting development. You had assumed James was talking to you since not only does he know about your distaste for Christmas but you called yourself Grinch not very long ago. But Remus also responded so Remus must also not be the biggest fan of Christmas. Otherwise, there would have been no reason for James to call him that or for him to respond.

The night slowly grew darker and while more and more students arrived in the common room, Remus never left the spot next to you. James, Sirius, and Peter eventually left to find some poor soul to bother but Remus remained, his nose still in his book. Honestly, it was making you a little nervous at this point. The man has hardly ever spoken to you since you were introduced back in third year. It's been three years since then and it wasn’t like you were much closer than before.

“You don’t like Christmas?” Remus mumbled, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. He sounded almost disinterested.

“Yeah, I think it’s quite dumb to be honest.” You expected him to respond, like people usually do when having a conversation but he didn’t. He just hummed a little and went back to his book. “You don’t like it either?” If he wasn’t going to continue then maybe you would just have to make him. It brought almost a sense of hope thinking about the fact that maybe someone else wasn’t enjoying the season. You didn’t want someone to wallow around with but to have someone that wasn’t going to complain about your less than thrilled outlook would be really nice.

“I don’t. Never have.” Remus didn’t even bother taking his eyes off of his book as he answered. It could have been just your imagination but you thought you could just hardly see him smile. He suddenly closed his book and stood, his arm brushing yours in the process. Remus made it to the base of the stairs before he turned back around to look at you. “Hey Grinch.” As soon as you turned and he could see your face, he smiled. “See you later.”

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At the Gryffindor table later that week, you had once again been minding your own business when James interrupted you. He sat across from you and smirked, reaching over to poke your arm. “Happy 14th day of Christmas, Grinch Number Two.”

“How come I’m the second?” You said with a roll of your eyes before you continued eating your breakfast.

“Because Remus is number one.” He said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Well, I disagree. I knew you first.”

James hummed and shrugged. “I’ll take that into consideration. Did you talk to him after we all left?”

“Did you set that up James?” You asked with narrow eyes.

“No, I just simply called him the nickname I always give him this time of year which just so happens to be the same as yours and I assumed he would mention something about it to you after. Did he?” He leaned forward, eagerly awaiting your answer.

“Yes.” James let out a cheer at your answer, getting him some weird looks from the whole room since he was so loud. Before you could chastise him for being so loud and obnoxious, Remus sat next to you. Which was very odd since before last night, he’s never sat next to you.

Immediately, James got up and moved further down the table to bother Lily. “Are you going home for Christmas?” Remus asked as soon as James was out of earshot. “The final day to sign up to stay here is Saturday.”

“Will you be staying?” You asked.

Remus nodded. “I stay every year.” He opened his mouth and closed it a few times before he evidently decided he didn’t want to say anything and kept it shut.

You could have gone home and while it would have been nice to be with family, you never actually stayed at the castle for Christmas. Now might be a good chance to do it. “I think I’ll stay. I go home every year; my family can survive without me for one year.”

He smiled and started adding food to his plate. “I’m glad you’ll be staying.” You were too busy trying to hide the blush on your cheeks to notice the blush on his.

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As the holiday neared closer and closer, everyone got happier and happier. Well, everyone but you and Remus. While James and Sirius, who were also staying at Hogwarts, were planning a Christmas party and singing songs, you and Remus bonded over the opposite.

His least favorite song was We Wish You a Merry Christmas, he thought Santa was beyond creepy, and he found the smell of pine to be overpowering. You sat together at meals and laughed at people who were wearing festive outfits. He made you smile as he made faces behind peoples’ backs as they gushed over holiday traditions. On more than one occasion, he shoved James into a pile of snow when he was being too cheery. Remus Lupin was bringing you a lot of joy this season and you were not the only one to notice it.

James made it a point to tell you that this was the happiest he had ever seen both of you around this time of year. In fact, it almost looked like you were enjoying Christmas. You had scoffed at that and then proceeded to shove him into some snow but he did have a point. Remus was making you really happy and it's hard to be a grinch when you’re happy.

But it was nice being happy around the holiday and it was even nicer that Remus was the one making you so happy. You always found him attractive and you knew he was smart and funny but now you got to know just how sweet he was. Yes, he was poking fun at other people but he was doing it purely for your entertainment. He admitted one night after you two had made fun of a particularly ugly Christmas sweater that he never does this; he just liked hearing you laugh. Which made your insides turn into jelly and you couldn’t stop smiling. You also learned that he liked the same books as you and he was so passionate about reading.

He was extremely loyal to his friends and would do anything for them. He wasn’t great at expressing his feelings but he tried his best to let the people close to him know they were loved. He was brutally honest especially when it came to James and Sirius; he was always telling them how stupid they looked or when they were acting like idiots. You felt like a cliche Christmas romance movie but you were falling in love.

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It was Christmas Eve and James had insisted all seven of the Gryffindors who had stayed needed to sleep in the common room. It was a tradition you two used to have as kids. The night before Christmas you two would sleep on the floor in the living room in front of the tree; you kept up with that tradition until you went to Hogwarts.

Of course before that, there was a party. It was nothing insane like the parties Sirius and James threw after winning a Quidditch game but it was still a party. There were snacks, drinks, games, and Christmas music, much to yours and Remus’s disappointment. You mingled for a while, which is more than Remus could say. He sat on one of the loveseats and only moved to grab more snacks. James tried to get him to play pin the nose on Rudolph but it was easy to guess how that went. While you also didn’t join in on the festive games, you stayed to watch. Sirius managed to get the nose perfectly on Rudolph which made James accuse him of cheating to which Sirius tackled him for ‘insulting his honor’. He confessed to cheating ten minutes later.

Many more games went on like that and after the fifth one, you found Remus still on the loveseat. As you approached, he moved so there would be more space for you. You sat in silence for a while before he spoke up. “Why do you hate Christmas, really?”

You had told him once you didn’t like the music and yes that’s true but it's not the only reason. “I guess I just don’t like how happy people pretend to be. There’s real genuine happiness like James but so many people aren’t happy. Life is horrible and nothing is going right but as soon as it's December, they pretend. It's ok to be unhappy during the holidays; you don’t have to pretend life is perfect just because it's Christmas.” You looked at Remus only to find him watching you. “Can I ask why you don’t like Christmas?”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “I never really had a good Christmas. My mom really struggled to be happy around this time of year, especially after…”

“After you became a werewolf?” His eyes grew wide and he started to shake. “No one told me,” you whispered and put a hand on his arm to calm him. “You just were always missing on the full moon and sometimes the day after. I figured it out. I don’t think of you differently.”

Remus took a minute to process the fact that you knew his deepest secret before he continued his story. “Yes, after I was bitten my mother was horribly depressed around Christmas. I think it made her remember everything and she couldn’t be happy. It also was harder for my parents to get money after since no one really wanted to be around us. I saw my parents struggle all month to save money to get me a gift. My mother especially would go without dinner just to waste money on some stupid toy. After seeing that, well it makes it hard to like Christmas.”

Your hand found his and you intertwined your fingers with his. “I’m sorry Remus.”

He shrugged a little and watched your hand as his thumb stroked yours. “It isn’t your fault. Actually, you’ve made this the best Christmas I’ve ever had.” He smiled and looked up at you, his cheeks a dusty rose.

“You’ve made this my best Christmas as well.” It was then something bumped your head, causing you to look up. Behind the loveseat was James who had tied some mistletoe to a stick and was holding it over your head. Remus followed your gaze and sighed, rolling his eyes. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“Do you want to?” Remus whispered. You knew James could hear every word you were saying despite him pretending not to listen but you didn’t really care.

“Yes.” You hardly finished the word before Remus leaned down and brought his lips to yours. Immediately your arms wrapped around his neck and brought him closer if it was even possible. His hands found your waist, lips moving against yours in perfect sync. Unfortunately, the kiss had to end so you could breathe.

Remus nudged your nose with his. “Now it’s the best Christmas ever.”

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Meaningful Moments-The Marauders

Remus Lupin

The rain tapped gently against the windowpane, a soft background rhythm to the stillness of the room. Outside, the sky was a muted gray, casting a silvery light over everything. You were curled up beside Remus on the worn armchair in the Gryffindor common room, a tattered book open between you. The pages were dog-eared and smudged from years of use, the spine cracked in a way that told a story of its own.

Remus’s finger traced the words as he read aloud, his voice a low, soothing cadence that wrapped around you like a blanket. He paused occasionally to glance at you, a quiet smile playing at his lips when he caught you not reading, but watching him instead.

“You’re not listening, are you?” he asked softly, the corners of his eyes crinkling with amusement.

You grinned, shifting to rest your head against his shoulder. “Nope. I just like hearing you talk.”

He chuckled, a warm sound that rumbled through his chest. “I suppose I’ll have to start over then.” But instead of turning back to the beginning, he closed the book, letting it rest in his lap. His hand found yours, his thumb brushing softly over your knuckles.

“Do you ever get tired of reading?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He shook his head. “No. It feels like an escape.” He looked down at you, his eyes soft. “But this… this feels like something better.”

You squeezed his hand, the rain still pattering on the glass behind you. “We can stay here as long as you want.”

And so you did, wrapped up in each other and the gentle quiet, while the world outside blurred in a haze of mist and rain.

Sirius Black

The fire crackled behind you, casting a golden glow that danced over the walls and ceiling of the empty common room. The rest of Gryffindor Tower had gone to bed, but you and Sirius were still awake, fueled by late-night energy and a hint of rebellion.

A record spun lazily on the old gramophone in the corner, the crackle of vinyl preceding a song with a beat that begged to be danced to. Sirius grabbed your hand, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

“Come on,” he urged, pulling you off the couch. “You can’t just sit there while this plays.”

“I can’t dance!” you protested, laughing as he spun you clumsily.

“Neither can I,” he said, grinning wide. “That’s the best part.”

He twirled you again, this time a little too fast, and you stumbled into his chest, breathless with laughter. His hands steadied you, one settling on the small of your back, the other threading his fingers through yours. The song slowed into something more soulful, and without needing to say anything, you both fell into a quiet sway.

Sirius’s chin rested on the top of your head, his breath warm against your hair. The firelight cast his sharp features in soft shadows, his usual bravado giving way to something gentler.

“You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “I don’t mind making a fool of myself… if it means I get to see you smile like that.”

You tilted your head up, meeting his eyes. “I’m glad you’re a terrible dancer.”

He smirked. “It’s part of my charm.”

You pressed a soft kiss to his jaw, and he sighed, pulling you closer as the record crackled on.

James Potter

The library was quiet except for the scratch of quills on parchment and the occasional whisper of students. You and James sat on the floor behind a towering stack of books, your backs against one of the shelves. The table you’d claimed was long forgotten, abandoned in favor of this cozy corner where you could spread out your notes.

James had started off strong, explaining Transfiguration theories with the kind of enthusiasm only he could muster. But as the minutes ticked by, his words slowed, and his head began to droop. Now, he lay slumped over his open textbook, his glasses askew and his messy hair falling into his eyes. Soft snores escaped his slightly parted lips.

You smiled, your heart warming at the sight. Gently, you reached over and adjusted his glasses, lifting them carefully and setting them aside. He stirred, his eyelids fluttering open just a crack.

“M’not sleeping,” he mumbled, his voice thick with drowsiness.

You bit back a laugh. “Of course not. You’re just… resting your brain.”

He gave a small, sleepy grin, his eyes closing again. “Exactly. S’important to rest the brain.”

Before you could reply, he reached out blindly, catching your wrist and tugging you down beside him. You settled on the floor, his head finding a comfortable spot on your shoulder.

“Just for a minute,” he whispered, already drifting off again.

You sighed fondly, letting your fingers comb gently through his hair. The library faded away, and the world narrowed to just you and James, tangled together in the quiet warmth.

Peter Pettigrew

The night was cool, the air carrying the scent of grass and earth as you spread a blanket on the lawn by the Black Lake. The castle’s lights glimmered behind you, but ahead, the sky stretched on endlessly, filled with stars that shimmered like tiny diamonds.

Peter lay beside you, his fingers interlaced with yours, his other hand pointing up at the constellations. His voice was soft and full of wonder as he identified them, though sometimes he just made up shapes of his own.

“That one looks like a rabbit,” he said, grinning as he traced the pattern with his finger.

You squinted. “That’s definitely not a rabbit.”

He chuckled, his eyes crinkling with amusement. “Well, it could be. If you squint hard enough.”

You turned to look at him, the starlight reflecting in his eyes. There was a softness there, a quiet vulnerability that made your chest ache in the best way.

“You know,” he said, his voice dropping to a whisper, “sometimes I feel like the stars are too far away. But with you here, it feels like I can reach them.”

You squeezed his hand, a warmth spreading through your chest. “You don’t have to reach them, Peter. They’re already watching over us.”

He smiled, and for a while, you both lay there in comfortable silence, the stars spinning their ancient stories above you.

[nerdinabook]

Something to get my through the struggle of the results of the US 2024 presidential election, I thought I would write a little piece of what I think the marauders election night plans would be. If they were American and invested in muggle elections that is.

When Lily was working the polls, it felt busier than any other election season. The nervous energy in the air was prominent in the faces and voices of everyone she helped. At the end of her very long and tiring day she felt a bit of hope in her heart but right now all she wants to do is snuggle on the couch next to her husband and their friends as they watch the news update and eat junk food.

She hears the laughter from outside her front door as she puts the key into the lock.

"never gonna be president now, never gonna be president now, that's one less thing to worry about, one less thing to worry about!" Lily smiles as she sees her husband and his best friend Sirius sing together as the dance on top of the couch.

" polls just closed, we won't have an answer for hours if even that." Lily said as she put down her stuff and slipped her shoes off.

"Lily flower!" James yells as he jumps off the couch to greet his wife.

" we just thought we would manifest the energy we wish into the world" He said after greeting her with a kiss.

"mmhmm, had a couple drinks already?" she mussed as she smelt the alcohol on his breath.

" I'm afraid that would be my fault Lily." Sirius' boyfriend Remus said as he came in from the kitchen with a pot of tea. " They were getting restless and I couldn't take their nearly bouncing off the walls any longer"

"can't blame you for that" Lily brushed the hair out of James face and after a couple tries gives up hope it will be in any other position then the one it is currently stuck at.

Later that night as the news played on and after the boys had a couple cups of tea and sobered up a little nerves ran through the bodies of each person in the little house Lily reminded them of the red mirage and how they likely wouldn't even have results tonight, but still the nerves lingered.

Sometime after midnight James and Sirius fell asleep, Sirius tucked into Remus' side and James with his legs over Lily's lap. It wasn't looking good, but they still had hope for the blue shift.

No shift came, and as the news called the winner Remus and Lily were both filled with panic and dread. Lily felt betrayed and fearful for herself as the man with so little care for people of her gender now holds the most powerful position in America. Remus looked at his sleeping boyfriend who laid blissfully unaware of the news and wondered what it would mean for them, they weren't married yet but now it soon might not even be an option for them, nor could it be safe to publicly love each other.

Their fear-stricken faces meet as the blue light from the TV illuminated each other. Lily already had tears welling up in her eyes but as she meet Remus' face it all broke loose and her body rocked with sobs as she struggled to keep herself quite as to not wake the sleeping boys.

Remus couldn't bear to see one of his best friends cry he pulled himself free from Sirius and wrapped his arms around her as she cried in his chest. Eventually the sounds and shifting from their partners woke the boys from their slumber and with the reaction of their loved ones they knew it was not good news but as their faces move to look up at the TV and see the orange headed face stare back a pit forms in their stomachs.

They all take turns crying and screaming that night. Worse case scenarios are brought up and planned for, conspiracy theories are divulged, painful posts of others across the country are read, text and phone calls to other loved ones are given, but ultimately they grieved, they cried, and they were hurt, they let themselves feel the hurt and determined that tomorrow they would take action but tonight they would mourn.