#very sirius vibes that.

[enbysiriusblack]

gay and wondrous life of caleb gallo as marauders:

caleb gallo- sirius

karen- lily

billy- james

benicio- remus

freckle- peter

lenjamin- marlene

tatiana- pandora

[lilithofpenandbook]

Seriously how can M*r*uders stans like random Slytherins (who tf are Evan Rosier, Pandora (is that Luna's mum and why tf is she Evan Rosier's twin in half of these), and I don't even want to discuss Regulus) and make them Actually Misunderstood Good People Who Were Forced Down That Path when at least one of them *coughreguluscough* was obsessed with Voldemort

And then turn around and make Snape an awful person?

[mycupofrum]

His pale blue eyes stare down at Sirius, cold and curious.

"And who do we have here?"

Out of time

Sirius Black x Gellert Grindelwald

[polaroidsofprongs]

always an angel, never a god

always a writer, never the muse

always the poet, never the poem

always the painter, never the art

always the sculptor, never the sculpture

always an angel, never a god

[padfootastic]

first he replaced James as the most important person in Sirius's life and now he's taking James whole personality MAKE IT STOPPPPP

quick who’s writing the (body?) horror fic where remus is SO obsessed with sirius, he needs to have him, and knows the one and only obstacle in his life is james potter. so he plots.

he plots, gets into their group, gets close to all of them. but that’s not all. he slowly…very slowly starts replicating all of james’ personality traits, wears them like a winter cloak but all year round. and then, like the slowly boiling a frog situation, he eventually becomes james. the final step: taking over his body. getting rid of the man himself.

until all that’s left is sirius black and james-who-was-once-remus potter. but what’s an identity if u can have the man of ur dreams, the love of ur life?

[starchaserdreams]

Wolfstar Microfic: Feelings

Mary scoffed. “You? You don’t have feelings.”

Sirius narrowed his eyebrows. “Do so.”

Mary’s laughter echoed around the entire room. “You do not! You do not have one real feeling in you!”

“Do too!” Sirius replied, somewhat petulantly. “I have real feelings.”

Sirius could almost feel her excitement as she sat up straighter and gripped the edge of the couch, looking him straight on.

“For who?” 

Sirius looked around, eyes landing on the first person who had ever taught him what it was to love, the person who had been his rock and strength since day one, the person he would love forever, no matter what.

“James,” he said confidently.

Mary rolled her eyes but picked up her book, evidently bored with the conversation now. “Yeah, yeah, we know, the bromance for the ages.”

Sirius grinned, feeling victorious. 

But his smile dimmed ever so slightly when he saw the look on Remus’ face. 

He didn’t seem angry or disappointed with Sirius’ answer, but there was something on his face, something complicated. 

Oh Moony, Sirius thought to himself, I have real feelings for you too, and I hope someday I can tell you that.

@wolfstarmicrofic

On AO3 here

[groundzero-v]

Sunday Snippet

Thank you @roalinda for the tag!!

The sight is so revolting it makes the back of Sirius’ throat burn with acid. How dare he? How dare he still live and pretend to cry when James, when his James, -

The air around them crackles with wild magic.

“P-please, y-you’re not in your right mind, Sirius,” Peter begs, quivering.

He wants to reach out and rip Wormtail's treacherous, poisonous voice right out of his lying throat. Wants to make him bow before James’ body, force him to bend until his forehead rests on the ground and make him beg and plead and crawl like the little forsaken worm he is and even then it will not be enough, it could never be enough.

The voice that comes out of his mouth as he raises his wand hardly sounds like his own.

Tagging @lovelymasks @in-flvx @gracelesslady23 (no pressure ofc!)

[wingsmadeforflying]

I am very much a Jeggie/Sun x Star shipper, but I see the appeal of Bartylus (Starkiller????) and I think it's valid. Just two very different types. Of ships. Jeggie feels more of a saving grace, "I don't need help, fuck you" x "But that's what I do, you can't get rid of me" vibes. Not exactly, not all the time, but. And then Bartylus gives. Insanity- Just insanity. 'cause Regulus is already insane. He's already unstable. Pair him with Barty Crouch Jr?? All hell breaks loose, it's them against the world. They'd loose their minds together to cope, release their anger and tension on each other. Comfort each other in weird ways that only work between them. The two ships are special in their own ways.

[mrsfrecklesmarauders]

Sirius Black had had many lovers through all his life. But no one quite like Remus Lupin.

Before Remus, Sirius was a fool. Remus was his best friend and the most amazing person he knew. But their love story would not start yet.

Sirius started getting attention from girls since he was twelve. They stared, pointed, waved and giggled around him. At that time, he didn't want to do anything with the opposite sex. And it was weird. All these girls didn't even know him at all.

Sirius started being interested in girls when he was fourteen. It was easy for Sirius to get girls' attention. He could have the one he chose. But he actually was scared to have a girlfriend. He didn't know what to actually do. He was handsome and cool according to girls but they didn't actually know him. What if they didn't like who he was?

Sirius had his first girlfriend at sixteen. Julie had been his first romance. They met at the Black Family's annual New Year's Party. But she wasn't a pretentious girl, like the ones Orion tried to introduce him. She was quite interesting. They flirted and talked all night. And she kissed him at midnight. Julie was the first girl Sirius actually fancied. He did everything to be with her. But Sirius wasn't actually ready to be in a relationship.

Perhaps Julie had genuinely loved Sirius. And Sirius cared for her a lot. But at the time, he was an immature wanker who only wanted to have fun. And Sirius didn't appreciate her enough.

The next girls were meaningless. One after the other. They only knew the cool Sirius he wanted to show he was. They only saw this handsome, popular, rich lad. And Sirius was fine. He hated his true self. And he didn't want anyone to see him.

But then Remus started everything by kissing him. And Sirius fell in love for the first time. It was scary what he felt for Remus. Not only because he was a boy and Sirius didn't know what that made him. But also because he had never felt this about anyone. It was beautiful and frightening. Remus didn't only care about cool Sirius Black, but the real too. No one knew him like Remus did.

Sirius and Remus had the most passionate kind of love. They gave each other so much, everything without even thinking. They didn't think about consequences or anything else. Just what they felt for each other. Sirius sometimes felt like his heart would explode out of his chest. He loved Remus so much it physically hurt.

Everything was so beautiful. They were at the hype of their love until it went to shit.

Perhaps they moved so fast. But suddenly, living with each other in that flat became too much. Sirius felt trapped when all he wanted to do was be young and free. Sometimes he had to give up plans and parties for his clingy jealous boyfriend. They fought a lot and tried to fix it with meaningless sex. There was no more passion, no more comfort, no more affection. Sirius stopped recognizing Remus. He wasn't his precious Moony anymore.

Breaking up with Remus was the most difficult decision he had ever done. It took him a long time to make, and even longer to do. And when it was done, it hurt him like nothing else. Nothing had made him suffer this much.

Forgetting Remus was even harder. What came after him, were stupid drunk hook ups, mistakes and disappointments in love.

Sirius fell in love twice after Remus.

The first one was Gideon Prewett. James worked with his brother Fabian and it wouldn't be long till they met. Gideon gave Sirius the wildness of a young life. Gideon was a party person, experienced, free of commitment. And Sirius loved how he felt around him. Gideon made him feel the most powerful and beautiful bloke on earth. But Gideon didn't want anything serious. He used Sirius for partying and sex. And Sirius was fine with that. Because he didn't want anything either. Not after Remus. Not again. But that was before he fell for Gideon.

It was like a stupid crush with the school popular jock. Sirius loved how fascinating Gideon was. But he knew nothing was going to happen between them. Gideon was closeted with his family still. Nice Molly and perfect Fabian didn't know their brother was gay, or that he was a freaking wanker.

When Sirius dared to confess his feelings, Gideon laughed.

"I thought you said this was just for fun, Sirius. That you didn't want anything ... This was amazing until you fucked it up with feelings"

Sirius' heart was broken. He had experienced an unreciprocated love for the first time and it hurt.

The second time Sirius fell in love was with Abby... Oh Abby... She wasn't easy. Abby was getting internet famous for her beauty and fascinating voice. A celebrity.

Sirius saw her singing when he went to a bar with his friends and he was hooked. The first time he tried to talk to her, she completely ignored him.

"Sirius Black... I bet no one had ever reject you in your life..." Well, that was true "Maybe it is time someone does, don't you think?"

It became a fun game to chase after her. Sirius had to look for her number and be creative with ways to ask her out. She was the most beautiful girl he had seen in his life. And every time she rejected him, he wanted her more. He finally understood the whole fascination James used to have with Evans back at school.

Sirius had to wait patiently for a date. And later a kiss. And worst for sex. But every second of it was worth it.

Their relationship was perfect at first. Sirius became those assholes he used to hate. Using cheesy pet names and using a baby voices with her. But hell he was in love.

But Sirius slowly began changing without even realizing it.

Sirius did everything Abby told him because he wanted to please her. And because she could make him feel very bad and guilty in a second. At first he thought it was healthy to exercise with her and stop eating and drinking unhealthy things. But then she started telling him what to wear. How long to keep his hair.

Sirius convinced himself he was changing for the better, that love was making him better.

Abby was a social butterfly with her friends but she always seemed uncomfortable with Sirius' friends.

Sirius didn't see a bad sign not even when Walburga liked her. Walburga now divorced from Orion and back from Paris, wanted to mend things with her sons. Abby thought it was a brilliant idea.

"I know you have a dubious past with your mother, Sirius. But she is trying... Give her a chance"

Walburga was happy that Sirius had found himself a nice girl. Of course, she had hated all of Sirius' male partners so far. Especially Remus. But Abby seemed to be perfect.

Sirius didn't like what he was becoming. Abby was turning him exactly in what his parents had expected from him. Sure, it felt nice kind of getting along with his mother. But he wasn't being himself.

"7 years ago..." his phone showed him a video of Remus. It was shaking and overwhelming to see young Remus' face again. In the video, Remus was asleep.

"Look at my beautiful Moony sleeping... Isn't he adorable?"

His hair was wild and lovely, just the way Sirius used to adore.

"Sirius,..." Remus moaned "Let me sleep"

Sirius giggled "But the world deserves to see this..."

"The world?" Remus opened his eye "Sirius! Are you recording?"

There was struggle with the camera. And a few laughters.

"I swear to God, Sirius!" Remus protested "You are always with that camera"

Now Sirius was pointing at the two of them, lying next to each other in bed. Young Sirius was looking at Remus as if he was the most precious thing.

"I want to remember these moments forever"

Remus smiled, still with sleepy eyes. He gave Sirius a kiss.

"I love you"

"I love you more"

They kissed again.

"Now put that camera away!" Remus pushed it.

Sirius laughed "Okay..."

That was when the video ended. And Sirius from the present had tears in his eyes. Sirius loved Abby. But she would never make him feel what Remus did. No one would. And God, he was so happy back then... What had happened to that Sirius? Who was this person replacing him?

Sirius decided to break up with Abby the next day. Even if it cost him because he still loved her. He quit his boring job, and he took his leather jacket and his baby motorcycle from the garage. As well as all his old art supplies. He wasn't as happy as when he drew or painted. He was going to do it again. He was going to get that old Sirius Black back.

"I broke up with Abby..." Sirius' eyes still filled with tears.

"Oh..."

"You are the first person I tell" Sirius added "I don't want to tell my friends because they are going to tell me 'I told you so', you know?"

"Are you okay?"

Sirius could see the relief in his brother's eyes. Even if they were in a video call.

"Tell me the truth, Reggie" Sirius asked "Are you glad I broke up with her? Did you actually like her?"

Regulus was quiet for a while.

"I found her annoying and superficial" Regulus said

"Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you looked happy"

"As happy as I was with Remus?"

"Woah..."

"What?"

"I haven't heard you say his name in a while...That's all"

Sirius was silent.

"I think I haven't seen you as happy as you were with him"

Still Sirius didn't know what to say.

"Do you want to get back with him?"

Sirius swallowed "It doesn't matter what I want... Remus is dating someone else... Perfect Grant... He is so much better for Remus than me... It doesn't matter..."

"Okay, Sirius..."

"I think I need to be by myself for a while... Find myself again"

"That's good"

Sirius had been realizing lately that everyone wanted him or loved him for being handsome, or a Black, or fun to be around. Not because of who he really was. Only Remus did that. Sirius hadn't been more himself as he was with Remus. But it was too late for them now.

Remus had moved on. And Sirius would never get him out of his head. The moon and the Stars. Sirius had seeked for another moon during this time. But the moon was the moon, there was only one.

Sirius wondered if he would ever see Remus again.

[loserboyfriendrjl]

oblivious sirius "looks like mick jagger" black who has a crush on david bowie and oblivious remus "looks like david bowie" lupin who has a crush on mick jagger

[itsaash]

[podfic] Roots and Veins by fruitcoops, art by waltzedintherain

in the theme of being post-feb 14, maybe you're in the mood for some hurt/comfort.

If so, here is the podfic for you, Roots and Veins by @fruitcoops

I had a request for this fic by a lovely anonymous listener and it was such a good request!! I recorded after a hard day and it was so cathartic to record. I think listening might come across as more just sad, but sometimes that's the vibe!

It absolutely needed cover art to match eve's writing and I'm so thankful to @waltzedintherain for jumping in with both feet with me! I can't even express how amazing this art is. THANK YOU!!!

Characters by @lumosinlove <3

Enjoy!!

[unknownarmageddon]

Blink blink i may have made a Sirius playlist… (based on vibes mostly)

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1tKcAziliVdB6ICBzeesD4?si=5qvQqvnOTF-iNjbXFe2a-A&pi=u-74r8GrIRR-y2

If u wanna check it out :3

OHHH MY GOD?????? this is like the highest honor i’ve ever gotten i think what the fuck

[touchlikethesun]

one thing about being a marauders fan, every deer is james. yes, all of them, idc if they’re different species technically, if i see deer i see james

[sylviaplathenthusiast]

against all odds i did it and i looked good while doing it

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 6: Dry Hump- James Potter

Summary: James Potter was your best friend, and he was unequivocally in love with Lily Evans. However, he has one secret he trusts only with you: he’s never kissed anyone.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, inexperienced James & experienced Reader, friends with benefits vibes, kissing/making out, dry humping, cumming in pants, teasing, nearly caught

Part 2 // Part 3

masterlist 📚 

kinktober masterlist😈 

AO3 Link 

James Potter was your best friend. He had many best friends, including the other Marauders and fellow Gryffindors, but he was YOUR best friend and had been since the first year at Hogwarts. James was the one person you always ran to and shared all happy memories with; if you needed cheering up, he’d be the only one who could pull a smile to your lips. It had always been just the two of you until he became infatuated with Lily Evans.

It had been years of hearing about how wonderful Lily was, which you knew anyway as she was your friend. Finally, you convinced her to say yes to one date with James, even though she did wait until everyone was finishing their time at Hogwarts and about to graduate. He’d waited long enough, and you were thrilled to see him getting his dream date.

This was until he casually announced one day, “I’ve never kissed anyone”.

He’d mumbled it to himself under his breath. James had gone from pure exhilarated joy to fear and doubt at the weight he’d put on his shoulders for having to be the perfect date for Lily. You’d taken him to the Shrieking Shack to try and get away from everyone else so that James could blow off some steam, but all he’d done so far was sulk in his armchair and stare into the fire whilst waiting for Sirius and Remus to join after their lesson.

Then, out of the blue, he admitted his secret that he had yet to kiss anyone. A frown dawns on you as you turn away from the book in your hand to inspect the messy-haired Marauder next to you visually. “What?” you asked with a hint of uncertainty as if he was telling the truth, “How have you never kissed anyone before?” Your mind raced to all of the parties in the Gryffindor tower where most people, including yourself, had made out with others, but now that you thought about it, you’d never seen James lip-locked with anyone else.

It was James’ turn to frown as he looked at you blankly, “When would I have had time? I’ve just wanted to be with Lily, and she’s always said no when I’ve asked before. Anyway, I don’t see why you’re saying it in that tone; it’s not like you’ve been kissing loads of people”. You give James a tight-lipped smile to show that he was, in fact, very wrong with that statement. His eyes widen as he realises the truth, “Wait, you have? Since when?”

“James, how can you be shocked? I’ve kissed plenty of people before, especially during those parties with the fire whiskey that Sirius always steals for us. You wander off with the Marauders or fawn over Lily, and what am I supposed to do? Stand on my own? Absolutely not, I go and find some fun”.

Your best friend’s mouth drops open in shock. Still, he quickly covers it up by looking away grumpily, “Great, so I’m the only person in our year who hasn’t kissed anyone, and now, I’m going to take Lily out, and she’s going to refuse to see me again because I don’t know what I’m doing, we’re going to finish school, and I’ll never see her again, and I’ll die alone!”.

You couldn’t help but laugh at his over-the-top rant, shutting the book with a loud snap and facing him completely whilst still in your chair. “James, you need to chill out a bit; I’m sure it’ll be fine. Do you really think Lily’s been going around snogging loads of boys? I’m sure she’s just as inexperienced as you”.

James’ shoulders dropped in relief as he turned back towards you with hope in his hazel eyes, “Do you think so?”

Your face immediately gave it away that you’d been lying as you sighed, “Ok, I might have seen her making out with a Ravenclaw a year ago, but still, I wouldn’t worry about it! You’ll be excellent! You’re James Potter, the Gryffindor King, a founding Marauder and Gryffindor Seeker. You can sure as hell make out with Lily Evans correctly”.

The pretty Marauder smiled thankfully at your dramatic declaration, “That’s true, thanks, Sweetheart”. Relaxing back into your seat, the book returned to your hand, assuming the conversation was officially over. However, only a moment later, James is whining pathetically, “But what if I’m not good? What if I hurt her or lick her wrong or-”.

“Lick? Why are you licking her, James? I thought we were on about kissing?”

“We are! But you know, people use tongues and-”

“James, I don’t know what you want me to say; if you’re that petrified with kissing, why don’t we practice a little so you can stop freaking out”. It took you a couple of long seconds before the offer you’d just given him genuinely dawned on you. You weren’t sure why you had said it, expecting him to say no but wishing for him to calm down and thinking this was the only option.

James’ head snapped towards you, giving his full attention as he asked, “Wait, you’d do that?” He pushed himself up off the chair's arms, and his eyes were wide and hopeful again.

Lowering the book, you spoke slowly, “Yeah, sure. I mean, it’s just a kiss, and at least we’re friends, so no feelings have to be involved”.

“Yeah, that's a good point! Okay, right, so, um, how do we do this? Do I come over to you, or do we stand?”

Sighing at James, you stood abruptly, dropping the book and strutting to him with arms swinging. The marauder sits up suddenly, taking his feet off the stool he had been resting on as he stares up at you with wide eyes that you can see the whites of his eyes beneath his glasses. “What are you doing?” He questions uncertainly as you straddle his lap without a word, your knees resting on either side of his toned thighs, your fingers slipping around his neck and interlocking at the base of his skull.

“I’m going to kiss you, James. Is that alright with you?” You didn’t mean to sound sassy as you asked with a single raised questioning eyebrow, but you also needed to make sure that he was happy for this to continue.

Those two wide hazel eyes stared at your lips, licking his own to moisten as he slowly nodded, “Uh yeah, just tell me what to do.” A pang of sympathy rushed through your chest at seeing James becoming nervous, which was not usually a sight that you had to see as he was usually such a confident, happy person. You would have spent some time to explain that it was normal to be nervous during your first kiss, but you didn’t want to allow any more time for him to freak out, so loosening your intern locked fingers, you moved them to cup each of her freshly shaved cheeks and pressed your lips delicately against his. You wanted it to be quick enough that he didn’t even have time to tense, even though he did proceed to lock up as you moved back to assess his reaction.

“See, it’s not so scary. You’re supposed to enjoy this, James”. Thankfully, as your face lowered once more, he forced himself to take a steadying breath and relax the tension in his muscles as your lips caressed his.

They were softer than you’d anticipated, plump and smooth like a pillow and instantly, your eyes and his close. However, James surprised you by moving his first. His hand lifted and rested on your hip so gently that you hardly felt it until he gave your body a little squeeze to test the waters of how much he could get into the moment. So you rewarded him by pressing your face harder against his, lips beginning to move and rubbing against each other on instinct.

James even amazed himself with how naturally and quickly he could make out with you. Tilting your head, you deepened the kiss, nose pressing into his cheek so that you could smell his skin that had remnants of his aftershave, which was always spicy and woodsy. As the air became necessary, you pulled back enough to take deep, greedy breaths, now noticing he was doing the same thing but looking up at you with half-lidded eyes.

“So what did you think-”

James didn’t allow your sentence to finish as his other hand cupped along your jaw, pulling your face closer again until the two of you kissed with much more heat with the movements. His mouth opened wider to match how yours was moving against his; your heartbeat quickened as you leaned further into his tall, warm body, melting into his touch and kiss.

Then you wanted to take a risk and licked his bottom lip, which you were ultimately greeted with a praising deep groan of satisfaction that vibrated James’ entire chest and sent tingles straight to your core.

Ok, wow, you thought as James attempted and succeeded with his own lick back against your tongue; you were definitely getting turned on by this. As if he was reading your mind, James pressed harder on your hips, willing you to move down, which you did, your skirt pushing up on your thighs so that when you sat on his crotch, your panty-covered pussy was flush against the material of his trousers.

As one, the two of you pulled away from each other. Mainly because you were now sitting on his very hard erection and also because he knew you could feel his evidence of being aroused. You both stare at each other with wide, unblinking eyes, lips slightly swollen and the taste of his spit still on your tongue.

However, you didn’t want to stop and awkwardly sit back in your seat, and he wasn’t rushing to push you off, either. You were horny, and so was he. Yes, James Potter was your best friend, but that didn’t have to matter; you just wanted him to enjoy the moment and show that it wasn’t as scary as he thought.

Enough time passed, and if he didn’t want to continue, he would have said something by now, so you took the opportunity to lean back in, your thumb attempting to soothe him, stroking across his cheek in timid circles. As your mouths reconnected, your hips ground down on his crotch. You were hoping that he knew enough about anatomy to tell that the warmth from your pussy was a sign of arousal, wanting him to know you were just as turned on as he was.

You do it a few more times, rubbing back and forth with increasing pressure until James makes a pained noise that has you stopping altogether and checking in on him.

He’s looking everywhere but at you, as he apologises, “Sorry, it’s just these trousers are tight and rubbing me painfully”.

“You could just take them off”, you say once again, not thinking before you speak. James looks at you with dramatically wide eyes as he, too, realised what you’d just said. Quickly, you clarified, “I’m not saying that to have sex or anything; I just mean, we could kinda carry on doing what we are doing, but if your trousers are hurting, then just in your boxers”.

You’re surprised by his automatic response of a nod, yes, his arousal blocking all thoughts of Lily as he begins to undo his belt easily. Rising onto your knees to give him room, he pushed the offending material until his thighs were bare and his plaid boxers were on display, barely containing his length. Not wanting him to feel exposed, you lowered yourself once more, and both groaned at the contact, yours at a higher pitch as you could feel the entire outline of his cock against your cunt.

James was bigger than you’d thought and was currently pointing down his left thigh, so you angled your hips in this direction. Tilting your hips forward slightly, your clit grazed along his shaft, causing a hitch in your breath as it caused pleasure to pool in your abdomen, moisture slickening your hole with each movement.

You’re breathing just as heavily as he is, lips still moving against each other, exploring, tasting, needing more. You were kind of proud of him when he moved his face down your jaw, leaving open-mouthed kisses and causing more pleasure to pulse through you. You were half tempted to rise onto your knees again to show him the evidence of your arousal that had soaked through your panties and onto his boxers, but you didn’t want it to stop.

As your fingers delved into his messy black hair to hold his face closer, he thrust his hips up against yours to add to his stimulation. He was still apprehensive, so he didn’t push too hard, but he rocked back and forth until his tip was pressed against your clothed folds. The muscular thighs beneath yours tensed with each thrust, the muscles defined from all his years of playing quidditch.

His hands remained in place, one on the opposite side of your jaw to where his mouth still kissed, and the other hand helped to move your hips back and forth in time with his own ruts. You’d never actually gotten off like this with anyone before. Usually, underwear would be removed at this point, and more direct contact could occur, but it was still exciting to have some barriers between you. The lace of your underwear was quite rough against your most sensitive area, especially your engorged throbbing clit. You were sure to be sore afterwards, especially with the amount of pressure you were rubbing against each other; with each passing second, the need to find completion made you both desperate.

As his lips found yours again, his tongue began to delve and explore the hollow of your mouth, along your palate and even over your teeth; your pussy began to clench, fire blooming in your core with the impending release.

Pulling back, your fingers moved to rest on his shoulders to hold on tighter as you quickly moaned, “Please don’t stop; I’m going to cum”.

James moaned huskily, out of breath, but both of his hands were now on your hips, moving both his hips and yours faster to find his orgasm. Resting your forehead on his, you both shared the same area, still tasting the other in your mouths, sweat beginning to coat your faces. You were sure you could feel his own wet patch against your arse cheek from where precum was dribbling from his tip and staining his underwear. 

“Ah, fuck- James!” your head tilts back as you finally orgasm, thighs shaking and pussy fluttering around nothing. However, just as you were beginning to come down from your pleasurable high, James suddenly grabbed you painfully, both arms wrapping around your waist as he sat up further on the chair, nearly knocking you off of him if it wasn't for his grip around your midsection. Reassuringly your arms wrapped around his shoulders as his face nuzzled into your chest, his body shivering as thick spurts of cum soaked his boxers.

His moans were like music to your ears and sounded slightly pathetic, making you cling to him more, attempting to run your fingers through his hair to calm the crazy style, but to no avail. Your pussy felt like it was on fire due to the rough stimulation and the untouched orgasm, but it felt so good you savoured the sensation for a few minutes whilst trying to catch your breath.

“There you go, Potter. Not only have you kissed a girl for the first time, but you’ve also made her cum”.

James laughs, loosening his grip slightly to look up at you, but then you both hear the worst noise imaginable: voices from a few floors below, especially those of Sirius and Remus. You scrambled to your feet, straightening your clothes and sitting back in your chair, picking up the book and opening it to a random page as James pulled up his trousers, both of you ignoring the bodily juices completely.

James just about had his feet back on the footstool before Sirius and Remus walked in, but both immediately halted and looked between you and James. It was Sirius who spoke first, eyes squinting in accusation, “Why do you both look so guilty right now? What did you do?”

[ellecdc]

Hi gorggg can i request an angst wolfstar fic where reader is kind of insecure of her placement within their relationship? like they’re both so close already and she’s a new addition so she kinda just feels out of place.

thank you for your amazing writing!! doing the world a favor❤️❤️❤️

Hey babes! Thanks SO much for the request 'cause truly, this is my shit. Now, I have to admit that I'm obsessed with these fics that have the same vibe by moonstruckme (poly!marauders) and super-clearlysaltybouquet (poly!wolfstar), so really, they're the blueprints/inspiration for this piece

also...I'm a whore for hurt/comfort. But you asked for ANGST...so I've given you only angst and no comfort. If you want comfort, you'll have to ask for a part two 💖 hope you love it!!! UPDATE: part two is here.

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader

CW: insecurities in relationship, feeling out of place, angst, hurt no comfort

It felt silly, really, to feel as sad as you did. You were currently sitting with two boys who you’ve been basically in love with for so long - two boys who have proclaimed to feel the same way about you - and on the outside you were sure this looked like a really lovely moment.

It just didn’t feel very lovely. 

You didn’t think your discontentedness stemmed from anything the boys had done in particular, but even seeing the way they instinctively leaned closer to one another when anyone else approached the three of you left you feeling like an outsider looking in.

Maybe you were overthinking things. Maybe this was just your insecurities showing.

Or maybe…maybe…the three of you had made a mistake.

Maybe you weren’t cut out for polyamory; it certainly wasn’t for the weak, and it certainly wasn’t easy being the newest addition to the relationship. 

You felt lost in most conversations, missing key information that inside jokes, years of friendship, and living together in the same tower - the same dorm room – led to. It felt as though they were fluent in a language you were only starting to pick up, and you didn’t want them to have to slow down for your sake. You didn’t want one of them to have to play the role of translator just for your benefit. 

But then, why were you here?

You weren’t calm, relaxed, and witty like Remus. And you weren’t funny, exciting, and energetic like Sirius. They seemed to already balance each other out perfectly; maybe that’s why it felt so easy to fall into the role of a background character in your own relationship.

There was a brief ‘honeymoon’ period to your relationship; a time of public proclamations, handholding and PDA, dates, and spending every moment the three of you could together.

It was exciting.

And then it was less exciting – not to you, never to you - but it seemed to be that way for them.

Suddenly, it was dates and then them returning to their dorm – back home – without you. It was silent conversations with nothing but a look between the two of them that didn’t include you in the slightest. It was professors announcing partner projects, and them pairing together immediately which was fine, you told yourself, because you always partnered with Shelby anyway and that’s the way it had always been before.

Before. 

This is the way it had always been before. 

So, what were you doing here, exactly? What were you doing sitting on a blanket near the Black Lake with a book in your hand, while Sirius’ hand gripped around your ankle gently as Remus played with Sirius’ hair from where his head was laying in his lap, whilst Sirius and Remus talked about pranks, something funny that James said, and setting Peter up with some Hufflepuff girl? 

You could tell you were being insecure… that you were overthinking this. You could tell you were being unreasonable because every so often, Sirius’ hand wouldn’t just be resting around your ankle, but he would squeeze it gently or rub his thumb across your Achilles tendon as if to convince himself that you were still here; still real. And every so often, Remus would move his gaze from where it laid on his own book or away from Sirius whom he was speaking with to look at you… check on you… confirm you were still there; still okay. 

They cared. They had to, right? Cared that you were here? They wouldn’t have asked you otherwise, surely. They wouldn’t be making the effort to keep a hand on you, or their eyes on you. Surely, they would never have decided to open their relationship to include you in it.

But there it was…the truth.

It was their relationship. And they’d opened it up for you.

It should be the second part of that sentence that spoke to you the most, but in your mind and insecurities, the first part seemed like the whole truth. 

This was their relationship.

You shouldn’t be here.

“You still with us, dove?” Remus asked gently, distracting you from your musings. You suddenly realized that your book you were holding had fallen limply into your lap and you were staring unseeingly at the Black Lake. The boys had apparently paused their conversation to look at you, and Sirius’ thumb continued its tender caressing of the soft of your joint.

“Yeah.” You said, but it came out scratchy. You cleared your throat and tried again. “Yeah, sorry, I must have zoned out for a second.”

Sirius wiggled your ankle. “Daydreaming again, huh? About us I bet.” He teased with a wink. 

You wiggled your ankle back at him as he leaned his head up from Remus’ lap, lips puckered in an ask (a demand) for a kiss.

This may be fleeting, so who were you to deny him?

You leaned forward on one hand, the other still holding your book, and pressed a kiss to the black-haired boy’s lips. He smiled into it and let you go all too willingly as you leaned back and tried to focus on your book. 

The air around you began to feel heavy before the sound of distant thunder permeated your hearing.

“Damn, I guess Scottish weather isn’t very reliable, hm?” Remus said as he began packing up his things.

“It’s too bad.” Sirius murmured as he began to stand. “I was having a nice time out here with you two.”

You smiled back at him as he extended a hand to help you up.

“We’re still on for a study date tomorrow after dinner, right?” He asked you when you were at your full height.

“Yeah, sure. If you guys will have me.” You responded shyly, hating that you even hinted at any of your insecurities.

Sirius scoffed in response, but it was Remus who answered. “’Course we do, dove. We’re looking forward to it.”

You felt like you should be a little embarrassed at the way your heart fluttered hopefully at the sentiment, but you focused instead on Sirius’ smile and Remus’ soft eyes as the three of you made your way back to the castle. 

You hadn’t seen the boys at all today. You unfortunately slept through your alarm, making you miss breakfast completely; generally, you’d sit with Sirius, Remus, and their friends at the Gryffindor table. The two of them were no shows for lunch, so you opted to sit with Shelby instead. And it was Friday, and on Friday’s you didn’t share any classes with them, meaning by the time you made it to dinner, you’d not seen or heard from them at all.

“Hey James.” You commented as you headed towards James, Lily, and Regulus sitting at the Slytherin table. “Have you seen Rem or Sirius at all today?” Of course, you knew that he had, he lived with them.

James seemed to grimace slightly, but the expression was fleeting before he was smiling at you again. 

He knew something you didn’t.

“The last I heard they were talking about your study date tonight.” He offered. You could tell he was putting on an extra show of enthusiasm for your benefit. You tried to be grateful for it, but it left a sour taste in your mouth, nonetheless.

“Okay, thank you.” You said as you turned to head to find a seat with Shelby. 

“Oh, Y/N.” Lily called after you. “You’re welcome to sit with us, if you’d like?”

You grinned gratefully at Lily as she smiled kindly at you, even though your heart clenched on account of the clearly pitying offer. Was it as obvious to everyone else as it was to you that you were so out of place with Remus and Sirius? Could they all see it too?

“That’s alright. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!” You called as you walked away.

The boys weren’t avoiding you, were they? Surely, they would have said something to you if there was a problem.

Although, perhaps they wouldn’t, seeing as you had clearly been spiraling for some time now and have yet to discuss it with them.

Would they even meet you in the library later? Certainly, they would have said if something came up…if you needed to reschedule.

No. 

You were obviously being silly. You hadn’t seen them all day, but they hadn’t seen you either – it was just a coincidence. You were fine.

Except you weren’t fine. Because it was about seven minutes after the time you had agreed to meet them before the boys joined you in the library. Remus offered you a hasty “sorry we’re late, dove” and a squeeze of your shoulder before taking a place at the table across from you, and Sirius pecked a quick kiss into your hair and sat beside you without saying a word.

It was painfully awkward. You’d asked them how their days were – Remus answered for the both of them before he asked you how yours was in turn.

After two more (failed) attempts on your part to make conversation, the rest of the study session was spent in silence. And not a comfortable silence.

It was the kind of silence that had you checking your surroundings every so often. The kind of silence that made you feel as if bugs were crawling over your skin.

Every time you looked across at Remus, he seemed to be shooting concerned glances over at Sirius. Every time you looked in your periphery at Sirius, you could see he was zoned out, eyes rimmed and red like he’d been crying or angrily rubbing at them. 

If something was wrong, they would have told you – right?

If they were regretting being with you, they wouldn’t have shown - right? 

If they were going to break up with you, they wouldn’t do it in the library of all places.

Right?

Your musings were interrupted when Sirius let out a sharp breath and closed his book unceremoniously. 

“Sorry guys, I’m not feeling the best. I think I’m going to pack it up.”

Remus immediately perked up, looking like he was ready to pack up too. “Okay, do you want company?”

Do you want me to come with you?

“No, that’s alright. Don’t let me impede your studying. I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?”

I’ll talk to you more in our dorm room when we’re alone, Remus.

“Sorry, sweets. I’ll make it up to you.” He said as he hugged you from behind and kissed your neck. 

“Okay, I hope you feel better.” You offered as you awkwardly pat his arms. He gave you a half-hearted smile before quickly exiting the library.

Once his figure disappeared from your vision, you turned back to see Remus still looking towards the way Sirius just left; he was still poised as if he was ready to pack up and go after him.

You suddenly felt guilty…because if you weren’t here, he would be going… He’d be going after his boyfriend and comforting him through…whatever he’s going through.

So now, here you were keeping Remus from where he really wanted to be, and Sirius from having the support that he needs…that he deserves.

My gods, you’ve made such a terrible mistake. How did the three of you not notice?

“Sorry about that, love.” Remus mentioned quietly, offering you a half smile. “He…he got a letter from his family today. He doesn’t really talk about it with people.”

He talked about it with you, though.

“It usually takes him a day or two to sort it out before he comes back to us.”

You mean back to you, James, and Peter…

“I’ll talk to him.”

When you leave me…to go to him.

You hated even feeling petulant about it. One of the things you loved about these boys was how much they loved each other. The trust, the affection, the care…you had just hoped that somehow, you’d get to enjoy those things too.

You offered him the best smile you could muster as you turned back towards your book. You could no longer make the words out as your vision blurred, tears threatening to spill out over the arithmancy calculations spread below you. 

You couldn’t keep doing this. Not to Remus, not to Sirius…and certainly not to yourself. You deserved better, all three of you did. 

You were being selfish, inserting yourself into their relationship like this; demanding things from them that they didn’t owe you.

“You know what,” you offered quietly, clearing your throat as your voice came out scratchy, grating along the lump lodged in your throat. “I think I’ve gotten enough studying done for tonight.”

You stood and started piling your things together. 

“Oh…are, are you sure?” Remus asked like he was willing to argue, but he too was standing and starting to pack his bag – eager to get to his dorm and check on Sirius. 

“Yeah, I did some work on it at dinner as well.”

Remus grimaced slightly at that.

“I’m sorry dove, really. The three of us clearly haven’t had a great day. I’ll talk to Sirius, and I promise we’ll all be back in sync in no time.”

You looked into his eyes and saw sincerity.

Back in sync.

Were we ever in sync to begin with?

“Can I walk you to your dorm?” He asked as he made to move around the table, but he paused at you quickly shaking your head.

“No, no I’m alright. I can find my way.” You tried to joke, but it fell flat.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah. No, don’t worry about it just – uhm – just make sure he’s okay for me, yeah?” You asked as you walked backwards to the door. Remus must’ve picked up something in your tone, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked you up and down.

“I really am sorry, Y/N. We’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

You quickly wiped away a stray tear that found its way out of your water line and gave him the biggest smile you could muster.

This was better, you thought, let everyone out of their misery.

“’Course. I’ll, uhm, I’ll see you around, Lupin.”

And you left.