#young sirius black x reader smut

[aurynsia]

Touch Tank

James Potter x Reader

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Summary: Your friends discover that you and James have finally done the deed…

Warnings: 18+ MATURE THEMES, oneshot, suggestive content, implied intimacy, virgin!james x virgin!reader, teasing, Sirius being Sirius, mild wolfstar content, reader is embarrassed about intimacy, and, of course, James Potter is good in bed.

Word count: 1.4K

Masterist

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James had pleaded for you to stay behind to study at Hogwarts during this week’s Hogsmeade trip, claiming he couldn’t pass his next exam without his pretty girlfriend by his side. You began working at James’ desk before moving to his floor…then to his bed.

He stared at you with pure longing as you transcribed notes from your textbook, his touch was soft against your shoulders as he kissed your skin. His attention had completely abandoned his own notes long ago, preferring to cover you in gentle kisses pressed to your back.

You couldn’t pretend to focus on your textbook any longer, closing it softly before sending it to the dorm room floor. You turned to face your breathless boyfriend, silently begging you with his big brown eyes.

The make out session that followed was more passionate than any other you two had shared, James gripping at your skin as he rocked his hips into yours.

“We can stop here if you want to,” he muttered breathlessly during a short break. The corners of your lips threatened to tilt into a flirtatious smirk as you softly pushed him backwards. James’ growing desperation was obvious, the boy grinning at you while flipping your bodies over, resting on top of you and making you squeal as his lips traveled down your exposed skin.

The events that followed left you naked and panting beneath his sheets, gazing up at the ceiling in a daze as your boyfriend nuzzled into your neck with a satisfied groan and a beaming smile.

He clutched your sides protectively, sighing as he pulled back to gaze at your flustered face, grinning at the result of his handy work. He kissed up and down your jaw, pausing for a second to admire the marks left by his desperate affection.

You were still reeling from the memory of moments ago, brain fuzzy from the overwhelming pleasure. I was sure the first time was meant to be bad… you thought to yourself. Finally, you noticed James’ lovesick gaze at your neck and collarbone, eyes wide as you realised what he was observing.

“Might have to cover these up before breakfast tomorrow, darling,” he smiled apologetically with sleep lacing his whispering voice, “I went a bit overboard, I’m sorry…” He nuzzled back into your neck with a bashful smile, drawing circles on your skin with his fingers.

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The next day was cold with the promise of impending rain, a perfect climate for inconspicuously slipping on a turtleneck under your uniform before leaving for breakfast with your roommates. You had always maintained a sense of privacy with James, reluctant to tell your friend group quite as much as they tell you about their romantic escapades.

Mary, Dorcas and Lily took their seats on one side of the Gryffindor table as you saved seats for the Marauders on the other. Breakfast was peaceful, the four of you making small talk and enjoying your food before the Great Hall doors opened to reveal the more obnoxious half of your group.

James was looking particularly confident, smiling wide with crinkled eyes and walking with a slight bounce in his step. The boys piled onto the bench next to you while James reached over your head to pluck a peach from the fruit bowl.

“Morning hot stuff,” James winked at you as he slid into the space between you and Sirius, lacing a hand along your back, around your torso and between your thighs. You glared at his cocky grin, face warming at the intimate contact. “What?” he whispered, feigning innocence, “my hands are cold.”

“Uh- Mary was just telling us about this muggle game,” you diverted, “what was it called again?” Mary lit up, returning to her rambling about a complicated board game involving houses and train stations.

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You were far gone by the time Mary caught the others up to speed, engrossed in the way James was breathing against your skin and holding you against his warm, muscular form.

He began to pull at your turtleneck ever so slightly, first at your stomach to rub soothing circles into your skin, then at your neck to peer at his masterpiece from the previous night. James pressed a soft kiss to the highest mark, causing you to shiver and stare intently at your breakfast to distract yourself.

By the time your boyfriend had removed himself from your skin, Mary had finished her explanation and all eyes were on the two of you.

Sirius furrowed his brows, gazing from James, to you, back to James, then to Remus. Remus watched your interaction curiously, eyes gliding down to where James’ hand met the inside of your upper thigh, a familiar symbol of lust he knew all too well from Sirius’ own actions under the table. The girls across from you glanced at each other, then at Peter, before Dorcas completed the circle of confused looks as she stared at Sirius, who finally broke the silence.

“So, Prongs…get much study done while we were out yesterday?” James’ lustful grin faltered as he finally acknowledged your friends’ presence for the first time that morning, turning away from you and towards his roommate.

“Uh- yeah, yeah we did actually! Totally prepared for the exam, Minnie will be praising me,” he pulled one of his hands away from your skin to the back of his neck, scratching in an awkward display of nervousness. His other hand traveled down your leg to rest on your knee, a far more common sight for the two of you. Sirius wasn’t convinced.

“Uh huh…and what’s that exam on again?” He smirked, looking you up and down as you gulped under his glare, “Anatomy?”

Dorcas choked on a laugh, dribbling juice in the process while the others muffled their amusement with their hands. James bit his lip, wincing at the realisation that he had been far too obvious with his intimate affection.

He turned back to you, seeing the bright red hue of your face and the embarrassed downturn of your head. He threw his arm around your middle in confident comfort. Your eyes were glued to a single berry on the edge of your plate.

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Your friends had released a long series of sounds of amusement, cheering in celebration at their recent discovery. “With the way James talks about you, love, I’m surprised he didn’t jump you on the first date!” Sirius cackled, causing James to crack a sympathetic smile in your direction before nuzzling into your neck once again.

“I think this makes us the most experienced group in the school now that you two lovesick dogs, have…you know…” Lily trailed off, “Wait, we are talking about these two losing their v-“

“Obviously!”

James had fully phased out the conversation, getting intoxicated on your scent as his held you close with eyes closed in satisfaction. You were warming up to the conversation now, brushing James’ mess of hair away from his mouth as you giggled at the excitement that erupted from your section of the table.

“So,” Sirius continued, leaning over to you with an obnoxiously loud whisper, “is Prongs good in bed?”

“Yes.”

“Sirius,” James whined, sitting up in the process, “don’t push her- wait, what did you say?” He spun around to face you with wide eyes as you smirked back at him. You were already knee deep in this conversation, it couldn’t hurt to boost your boyfriend’s ego and satisfy his recently discovered lust for praise.

“He’s amazing, in fact…boys, why don’t you go on another secret trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m sure you’ve already run out of chocolate, and James could probably do with a room to himself…” you teased in the direction of the remaining Marauders before spotting James’ glossy eyes and parted lips in your peripheral.

He clung tighter to your middle as Peter gazed at you with a confused frown. “But we went yesterday, we still have a lot of-“ he glanced at the others, all adorning knowing smirks. “Ohhhh…yeah, yeah we can do that.”

James turned to Peter with a bashful smile, mouthing a thank you that made the group burst out laughing once again.

Finally remembering their breakfast, your companions returned to cleaning their plates as James continued consuming his, kissing you along your jaw and resisting the urge to line you up on the table then and there. He bit into his peach suggestively, batting his lashes at you.

“No more PDA at the table, Jamie.”

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Hit Me Where It Hurts The Most | S.B.

feat. Sirius Black x Rowle!reader

SUMMARY: You and Sirius have known each other since childhood due to your families running in the same circles. But after a lifelong loathing of one another, the scale tips another way during the New Years Eve feast after-party.

CW: MDNI 18+, smut, hate fucking, enemies to enemies that kiss, abusive siblings, toxic friends, reader is Thorfinn Rowle’s twin sister, side Rabastan Lestrange x reader (it's complicated)

divider by @sxmmerberries

“Well, don’t you look supremely vicious this evening,” a low voice hummed in your ear, one you would recognize anywhere.

“Would you like a taste, Black?” You replied, turning your head just slightly so you could see him in your periphery. He looked exceptionally handsome, as he always did, with his regal bone structure and sage eyes, his hair glossy as raven’s feathers.

It made you sick.

“I’d rather chew nightshade. Far less dangerous.” Sirius stepped around to your front, openly surveying the outfit you’d selected for the evening: a black mini dress with long bell sleeves, a silver chain around your waist, and a platform pair of gogo boots that barely brought you up to his chin. “You’re lethal, darling.”

You and Sirius had known each other for years, having been in attendance for countless parties thrown by your families, and you always seemed to end up here, flirting like you were wielding knives instead of compliments. A competition to see who could deal them most flattering, and most lethal blow. And when he’d left his family for the Potter’s, that rivalry only deepened.

It was much easier to hate one another, to twist the most alluring parts of each other into flaws rather than admit the truth of what they were, or how they made you feel.

You were both at the New Years Eve feast afterparty in the Astronomy Tower, a rare multi-house event. Magic kept the blustering cold at bay, and the party safely enclosed in a bubble of warmth. Students from every house mingled, sipping straight from bottles of giggle water and dancing amid a haze of glittering confetti. The music thrummed through you, aiding the alcohol in loosening your tense muscles.

You loathed parties, but your brother, Thorfinn, had insisted. And what the oaf wanted, the oaf got.

Speak of the devil, you caught Thor’s eyes across the party, where he stood with Sirius’ cousin, Rabastan Lestrange, and the Carrow’s, scanning the crowd for their first unwitting plaything of the year. Thor’s gaze flicked to Sirius, and his expression darkened.

You turned your attention back to Sirius, rolling your eyes at him. “Better hurry back to Potter, baby. His hand must be getting cold outside of your ass.”

Your jab didn’t phase him, and he flashed you that dauntless grin. “What? Big brother says you’re not allowed to talk to me?”

Thor started to move through the crowd towards you, a battering ram through water, and panic curled behind your ribs. “I have no interest in speaking with you, reject. Leave me,” you hissed, as vicious as he accused you of being.

His smile tightened, your cruel words finally chinking his armor. Then, the bastard caught your eye flitting past his shoulder and turned, spotting Thor as he prowled ever closer. “Oh, he looks thrilled,” Sirius said, turning back to you. “Better turn that little brain off and play dumb like you’re so good at.”

Anger simmered under your skin, twining with the panic to make you feel a frantic, fevered.

With a huff, you stepped around Sirius and met Thor halfway, allowing him to take your elbow and steer you back across the party, his grip bruising.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, talking to that rat?” Thor seethed, his alcohol-singed breath wafting over your face.

“He came up to me,” you bit back, swallowing the urge to pull away despite the pain.

“So you walk away. Not play your stupid little word games.”

“I know, Thor. I’m sorry,” you said, feigning remorse, but tonight, he wouldn’t be so easily disarmed.

“Your lack of control is a disgrace,” he snarled, before shoving you away and almost directly into Rabastan, who caught you with a steadying hand before quickly releasing you.

“Just stay here,” Rab whispered in your ear, his heat at your back. “Pecking at my cousin isn’t worth the consequences.”

Rabastan Lestrange was far from a good man, but he wasn’t an unfeeling ogre like your brother, so you often took shelter in his calm demeanor and powerful name. If he wanted Thor shipped off to Azkaban, all he had to do was say the word.

Your parents hoped you would snag an engagement proposal from him by graduation, but the months were rapidly winding down. And you couldn't bring yourself to try all that hard, despite finding Rab both intriguing and exceedingly handsome. He was a Lestrange, after all, with angular features and the eyes of hunter, the kind of magnetic allure that only good genetics could buy.

You didn’t respond, snagging another flute of giggle water as it passed by and taking a delicate sip, Thor’s glare still trained on you. As your family demanded, you were to remain the picture of elegance, of restraint.

Appeased, Thor finally turned back to his hunt, and you exhaled.

You watched as students danced and flirted on the dance floor, gyrating and spinning with abandon. How badly you wished you could join them, could let loose for just a moment. And your opportunity arrived when the band started a slow waltz, and Rab’s hand caressed your lower back.

“Dance with me,” he said, not a request, but you didn’t mind.

He led you out onto the floor and you slid one hand up his broad chest, the other placed in his palm. He pulled you closer, his touch light and careful along your back as he started to lead you.

Dancing with Rab was effortless, fluid as water due to his extensive etiquette training, and you quickly got lost in the buoyant feeling of it.

“You look beautiful tonight,” he murmured, and you looked up at him, finding his brown eyes trained on your face, thick lashes heavy, a new intensity blooming.

“Thank you.” You rested your cheek on his muscular chest, overwhelmed by that look in his eye. Your parents would be thrilled. So thrilled, they may not even care that you broke form by resting your head on him.

Rab certainly didn't seem to mind, his hand growing heavier against the curve of your spine and pressing you closer together.

From this new angle, you scanned the crowd, watching countless other couples get lost in their own love story. There was Pandora and Xeno, and Evan and Barty. Not far from them was Marlene and Dorcas, and James Potter and Lily. And to the right of James—your heart stalled, acrid, green poison spilling through your blood.

Sirius was dancing with a girl you didn't recognize, her hair tangled in his long fingers while she kissed up his neck, their bodies flush and swaying.

But his eyes—his eyes were trained on you.

You shifted closer to Rab, an unconscious movement, and he purred in pleasure, his fingers trailing up your spine and making you shiver against him. He smelled expensive, amber and peppercorn, Burberry wool. Warmth began to spread through your lower belly, cloying and dark.

You lifted your head, glancing around to check Thor's location. He was tucked into an alcove with Lucinda, and paying you no mind. With Rab, you were safe from Thor's constant shadow, the burden of the Rowle name. With Rab, you were shielded by his even loftier name, a Lestrange by association. A large enough legacy to disappear into.

It could have been Sirius, your mind whispered, unprompted, and you flinched in Rab’s arms. Where had that come from?

“Alright, darling?” Rab asked, his hand coming up to cup the back of your head. “Did something frighten you?”

You shook your head, fingers curling into his chest. “Just a little overwhelmed,” you murmured, hoping it comes off as coquettish and sweet instead of pathetic, like you feel.

You saw his gaze flit towards Thor, then back down to you. “Would you like me to throw him off the tower?”

You nearly choked on your surprise, then are stunned further to see a soft smile crinkling his eyes. A nervous flutter tickles your lungs, and you giggle. “No, no. That would be too obvious.”

Rab chuckled, his smile widening. “Fair enough, I suppose. Just say the word, love, and you will be free of him.” He pressed your head gently back onto his chest and you obliged, feeling his steady heart drum under your ear.

But, you couldn't seem to stop yourself from finding Sirius in the crowd once more.

He was dancing with Lily now, laughing and spinning her in wide circles, and that poison spread further, rooting into your bones.

It could have been you.

You flinched again, this time away from Rab. “I'm sorry, I—uh. I need some air.”

Rab looked around, you were literally outside, but nodded sympathetically. “Go on, little doe. I'll handle Thorfinn,” he whispered, pressing a chaste kiss to your knuckles before turning you loose.

You pushed your way through the crowd and down the stairs, bursting into the empty corridor below, the cold seeping in through the stone.

You leaned against the wall, drawing deep breaths, running your fingers through your hair. It was all too much, you were feeling too much, and you couldn't make sense of any of it.

Rabastan was finally flirting with you, and you ran away from him. From safety, from security, from your inevitable future. And for what? To avoid—

“Good ‘ole Rab scare you off?” Sirius drawled, appearing at the bottom of the stairs. “That was a very swift exit.”

You rolled your eyes, straightening. “Can't allow me a moment of peace, can you?”

He sidled up closer, looking sinful in his all black outfit, his shirt half unbuttoned, neck heavy with silver chains. “Not in my nature.” He smirked.

“No, you're nature is far too effusive. Permeates the fucking room.”

“Wow, I've really got you wound up tonight, doll. Profanities on that pretty, posh tongue? Be still, my heart.”

“Not everything is about you, imbecile.”

He prowled closer, his hand resting on the stone beside your head. “So who is it about? I highly doubt that Rabastan Lestrange has you so hot and bothered.”

“And if he does?” You challenged, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes. Your bodies were so close, the heat of him pushing back the winter chill, and that bitter poison in your blood sweetened to something honeyed, sticky and slick and burning.

Sirius huffed a laugh, the warmth of his breath caressing your lips. “Then he’s an idiot for letting you out of his sight.”

“And why's that?” You prodded, bumping the tip of your nose against his, wanting to rip that smug smile off his face with your teeth.

“Because.” Sirius pressed his body to yours, solid and lean, so warm, too warm—”Someone else might burn in the fire he started.”

“You think we care if you burn?” You hiss, hating him so much you could scream, but wanting him so desperately you might cry.

“We?” He sneered, all mirth vanishing from his voice. “If there’s ‘we’, then why am I the one you're arching into? Why am I the one making your reptilian heart flutter?”

“Because you're insufferable and I hate you.” The last word skims the surface of his lips, the faintest brush of contact, a match striking the tinderbox.

“And you're a liar,” he growled, slamming his mouth onto yours in a vicious, wrathful kiss, the electricity between you combusting with a boom that rocked you to your core.

You gasped against his mouth, his tongue driving between your teeth to taste you, claim you. You bit down on his tongue, just hard enough to make him grunt in agitation, and his hand wrapped around your throat, cutting off your air and forcing your to release your hold.

His rings were icy against your fevered skin, his lips against your ear. “Oh, darling. How long have you waited to be bad?”

Unable to move, you flicked your tongue out, dragging it along the hard angle of his jaw, and he shuddered, loosing a wrecked groan.

He crashed your lips together again, open-mouthed and sloppy. He kissed you like every second was stolen, every lick was a victory, and it made your head spin. Or maybe that was the lack of oxygen.

He released your throat and you sucked in a sharp breath of cold air, making your lungs burn. His lips moved down to your neck, teeth grazing your pulse as his hands bunched up your dress, fingertips grazing the bare flesh of your thighs.

“Sirius, not here,” you gasped, moaning as he sucked a mark just under your ear, where it could be easily hidden by your hair.

You felt him smirk, and you realized that you'd verbally accepted what was happening, the charade of fighting having fallen without you realizing.

“Why? Afraid you'll get caught with the reject?” He threw your words back at you, and you cringed internally. But there was no malice in his voice, just that infuriating humor.

You grabbed him by the collar and dragged him into a nearby classroom, locking the door behind you. He promptly tossed you up onto a desk, resuming his colonization of your neck, his narrow hips nestled between your thighs.

His hungry exploration of your skin had your blood boiling, your cunt slick and thrumming with need. It was so bizarrely discordant with the loathing in your mind, but it only made your desire burn that much brighter. It didn't help that he was so unbelievably sexy like this, his hair messy, lips rosy and bitten, his shirt wrinkled from your hands.

The image of that leech attached to his neck flitted through your mind, your anger flaming anew. You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked his head back, exposing his throat. You laved your tongue up his esophagus and his hips bucked against you, the hardness of his cock tangible against your thigh.

You covered his throat in wet kisses and licks, marking every spare inch as yours.

“Fuck, doll. You're a feral little thing aren't you?” He rasped, his hand sliding around your thigh to stroke the outside of your panties. “And fucking soaked for me.”

You bit down on his neck, earning a hiss of pain and another stutter of his hips.

He pressed his fingers harder against your cunt, making big, messy circles over your slit and you cried out, the pleasure far more intense that you anticipated.

“Sensitive, baby? So warm and wet—you've ruined these expensive panties, y’know? Such a shame, I bet they look so fucking pretty—”

“Shut up, Sirius,” you hissed, throwing your head back as his middle finger massaged your clit, stars dancing behind your eyes.

“I don't think I will. I think you like hearing me whisper filthy things in your ear. Don't you, my naughty girl? Ah—shit, yes—feel that? Your cunt is practically purring in my hand, drooling all over my fingers—”

“Sirius,” you whined, the attitude draining from your voice as your orgasm prowled near, your entire body humming with desperation, with need.

“Poor thing, getting close, hm?” He pulled the gusset of your panties aside, the pads of his fingers making direct contact with your puffy clit. With his other hand he undid his trousers and you reached for him, pulling his cock out.

Fuck, it was pretty. Of course it was, it belonged to Sirius Black. Long and veiny, flushed and shining with slick. You licked your lips, longing for a taste, but you needed to come more.

“Merlin’s fucking—” he groaned as you pumped him, smearing precum over the rigid head with your thumb. “Ready, doll?”

You angled your hips forward, lining him up with your gooey entrance. He batted your hand away, grabbing his base and easing himself a few inches inside of you, hissing through his teeth.

“Of course you have the perfect fucking pussy,” he grated, almost angry. “Why wouldn't you fit me like a glove? You fucking brat—”

You were barely listening, lost in the delicious feeling of him spearing you on his cock, ripping you apart at the seams and stitching you back together in the shape of him.

“Fuck, Sirius,” you mewled, falling back onto the desk when he bottomed out, so full it felt like he was in your lungs, your heart, your throat.

He drew his hips back, pausing just before his tip left your entrance. “Say my name again,” he growled, leaning over you.

You bit your lip, eyes flashing with defiance despite the need tearing apart your insides.

“Oh, darling,” he chuckled. He shifted forward, slamming his hips into yours with a brutal punch to your cervix. “I'll get it out of you one way or another.”

He fucked you mercilessly, driving in and out of you like he'd somehow exorcise the attitude from your body. And you fucking loved it, keening and crying out as you thrashed underneath him, unable to get purchase on the smooth wood beneath you. But you held your tongue, refusing to say his name.

“You really are a brat, you know? So fucking spoiled,” he growled against your neck, breathless, his grip painful on your hips. “Giving me nothing but attitude, and here I am, giving you exactly what you fucking want.” He slapped your clit, making you jump and cry out as your orgasm pulled taught, a hairs width from shattering.

“Sirius, please,” you begged, tears squeezing from the corners of your eyes as the last of your resolve crumbled.

“That’s better,” he cooed, so condescending you'd punch him if you weren't about to explode. “See? You can be a good girl.” His middle finger found you clit again, moving into tight, fast circles, and you detonated.

An inferno burned from your core through every muscle fiber and tendon, every cell and every atom, eviscerating your mind until you were nothing but ash and starlight, weightless and scattered.

But Sirius didn't let up for a second, and you were quickly wrenched back into your body, oversensitive and wrung out, crying real tears as he fucked you through it.

“Fuck, that was beautiful. You even come pretty. Got another one for me? Shit, baby—feels like you do. Squeezin’ me so tight—fuck!” He roared as his own release crashed over him, his cock kicking hard against your tender walls and painting you with rope after rope of his seed.

The feeling drove you into another, smaller orgasm, your body lifting to wrap around his as you both shook and whined, clinging to one another through the onslaught.

He braced his hands on either side of your head, breathing labored and trembling so hard the desk shook beneath you. You collapsed onto your back, thighs clenching and unclenching around his hips, mirroring the frantic flutter of your used cunt.

He kissed you a final time, loose and featherlight, and your heart gave a weak trill. Your breath mingled another moment before he stepped away from you, tucking himself back into trousers.

You sat up, feeling his release squelch between your thighs, and shame crashed down over you, hard enough to steal you breath.

Thorfinn was going to fucking kill you, if he didn't kill Sirius first.

He noticed your expression shift. “Nobody needs to know,” Sirius said, his low, steady voice cutting through the cacophony of panic in your mind. “I won't say anything. To anyone.”

“Not even Potter?” You asked, hating how small your voice sounded.

“No, not even James. This stays between us,” his tone was soft, more sincere than you'd ever heard him, and it assuaged some of your fear.

You nodded, exhaling, though the relief was quickly overshadowed with sour guilt, and something else you refused to look at closely enough to name.

Sirius approached you again, catching your chin and tilting your head up towards him. “But when you go back up there, dance with my cousin, kiss him at midnight, I want you to remember who's dripping between your thighs. Who you were screaming for.”

“Fuck you,” you spit, jerking your chin out of his hold.

“Already did,” he smirked, disappearing into the corridor before you could say anything else.

Heat scorching your cheeks, you cleaned yourself up as best you could in the privvy before returning to party.

Rabastan and Thorfinn descended on you immediately. Sirius was nowhere in sight.

“Where have you been?” Thor growled, tugging you closer by the wrist, his giant hands making the thin bones grind together.

“I told you,” Rab cut in, his voice a glacial calm. “She stepped out to the ladies and to get some fresh air. These parties can be overwhelming for those with a gentler constitution.” Rab gave you a knowing look, a ‘keep your mouth shut and go with it' look, and you nodded in agreement.

His hand fell to your lower back, tugging you closer to him and away from Thor, and like the spineless coward you were, you went gratefully into his embrace.

As if his cousins come wasn't crusting along your inner thighs. Like your lips weren't still tingling from Sirius’ kiss.

“Now, take your hand off of her before I remove it,” Rab ordered, sharp as a razor’s edge.

Thor looked back and forth between the two of you, the singular gear in his brain turning.

Thor released you, suddenly seeming entirely too pleased, and dread coiled in your gut. Some kind of exchange had occurred, a currency trading hands, and it made you vaguely nauseous.

“Come, darling,” Rab murmured to you, leading you back towards the dance floor. “It's only a few moments ‘til midnight.”

When the clock finally wound down, the bell tower tolling loudly enough to shake the floors, instead of pulling you in for a kiss like you expected, Rabastan bowed low. He brought your hand to his lips, pressing a tender kiss to your ring finger, the same place a diamond would find it's home, and you flushed from head to toe.

Tingles erupted all over your body, your muscles tensing with excitement, but it was quickly followed by a twinge of exhaustion in your core, a sobering reminder of what you'd done.

God, what had you done?

Thank you for reading! 🤍

[urwhorecrux]

poly!marauders x drunk!reader at a party and reader needy but they don’t want to help reader because they don’t want to do anything when reader basically unconscious of what’s happening because reader is drunk. So they try to explain to reader that they will gladly take care of them after they get better and go to bed. Thank you!

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⋆ ˚⁀➷ ₊˚⊹⋆ Our darling poly!marauders.

pairing. poly!marauders x fem!reader.

warnings. mentions of alcohol, alussions to sex, pet names.

a/n. SRRYYYY this is a little blurb, i've been busy doing yet another sport. also didnt mean to leave sirius out in the end oops. not proofread.

masterlist.

Your boyfriends leaving you alone for a moment seemed like a good idea. maybe a new way for you to socalize, or to spend more time with girls from your house- until it was the opposite.

Sirius came back to finding you on the couch, completely out of it with not a single thought in your eyes. It was nearly the same for him, but he was slightly more conscious of everything around him, surprisingly.

"Where have you two been?" James was ecstatic to see you, as always.

He'd been more than pleased when you showed up to the party they'd planned after they won the quidditch cup, even wearing James' uniform.

"Sorry prongs, jus' wondered off for a while", sirius grinned, wrapping an arm around you before placing sloppy kisses across your face.

"Alright yea that's jus' great pads, c'mon let's just take her up", james gently lifts you off the couch, draping your hands across his shoulders as he cradles you.

You giggle at this feeling, loving the feel of Jame's rough biceps after all those years of qudditch, and the way Sirius' hair sits as he follows along, gently cupping your face rambling out undescribable words.

James signals for Remus, noticing he's busy by the chocolate fountain, discovering anything that was possible to dip in there.

"Moooonnyyy", you call out, a giggling mess.

His ears perk instantly as his eyes widen, the sight of you drunk was funny to James and Sirius, but to him he always seemed more concerned.

"You smell like firewhiskey, what'd we say about firewhiskey?" he pouts, slowly rubbing your head.

You're in James' arms, still being cradled as the other two boys follow along, Sirius being a stumbling mess and Remus being prepared to catch him if he tumbled down the stairs. The door opens, the smell of a warm fire going and soft cologne fills your head, James carefully places you on his bed.

"I'll have one night of passion with her first, if you don't mind," Sirius announces, stumbling over to the bed.

"C'mere Siri", you call, desperately needing his touch, unaware of James and Remus hurriedly stopping him.

"Not tonight Pads, tommorrow we'll take care of her", Remus smirks, "Tonight you're both sloppy drunks, later".

Sirius can't help but get defensive in a dramatic manor, now arguing with Remus as James approaches you with an old t shirt of his.

"Oh, Jamie" you smile widely, still slightly dazy about everything going on in the room. "You're here to finally kiss me? Want you so bad Jami-" you cut off by James shoving his t-shirt over your head.

"No dove, not tonight tomorrow when you feel better, promise", he places a soft kiss against your forehead, now going to the other side of the bed and spooning you.

Remus approaches, now laying your head on his chest as he settles comfortably.

"Rem, t-tell him 's not fair" you groan, nuzzling into his neck.

Remus shakes his head, whispering "tomorrow, tomorrow," as he gently kisses your cheek.

Sirius stumbles towards the bed, nearly yelling goodnight to everyone as he tumbles down on the couch, falling asleep in almost a weirdest, yet comfortable enough for him position.

[petitemistletoe]

Mamma Mia

Pairing: James Potter x Reader, Sirius Black x Reader, Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: smut!

Word Count: 4.2K+

A/N: Basically Marauders Mamma Mia

Massachusetts

“I’m going to find myself,” you said, examining the items in your trunk before nodding and slamming it shut.

“That’s not a proper response to the question ‘where are you going?’” Your cousin, Lily, was lying on her stomach on your bed, thumbing through the latest edition of a British newspaper. 

“Yeah,” Mary said with a shrug of her shoulders, popping another piece of your maple candy in her mouth.

“Don’t eat all the sweets!” Marlene said with an indignant huff, handing you her remember-ball. 

“Thanks Marls,” you said, popping open your trunk again and wrapping the ball in one of your sweaters. 

“What kind of sweet is this again?” Lily asked, leaning over and grabbing a piece of maple candy from the box in Mary’s arms. 

“It’s maple candy. They make it up in Vermont.” You said with a shrug. Your trio of British friends always appreciated your American candies. Lily had introduced you all during a summer excursion and the girls had decided to move to America to attend a post-graduate certification program at your alma mater, Ilvermorny alongside you. You had finished a year ahead of the other girls since you were able to combine your NEWTs with introductory courses to the program. You had been living in an apartment, you insisted to the girls that it was an apartment not a flat, with the girls for over a year. You thought about entering the workforce after graduating, but you decided that you wanted to take a three month long trip to ‘find yourself’. 

“Are we close to Vermont?” Mary asked. 

“Yeah, it’s right above us.” You nodded, drumming your fingers on your chin. 

“What are you thinking about?” Marlene looked up at you. 

“Do you think I’ll be able to find a place in the train station to exchange my dragots for gallons?” You hummed. 

“Galleons, love, and no. You’ll have to go to Diagon Alley. It’s in London, not too far from the station. I’ll draw you a map.” Lily said, summoning a piece of parchment. 

“No Lily,” you held your hand up, “that defeats the whole purpose of what I’m doing. I’m going to travel across a few countries in Europe and find my way myself.” You shut your trunk again and nodded. 

“Is it time?” Mary asked, setting down the candies. 

“Okay,” you said with a sad smile, “no tears! It’s only three months! I’ll be back at the end of the summer.” The girls are wrapped their arms around you, hugging you tightly and placing kisses on the top of your head. 

“Good luck, darling.” Lily smiled. 

“Be safe!” Marlene called. 

“Have lots of hot sex!” Mary laughed. You laughed and gave a small wave before taking a deep breath and apparating to the center of London. 

London

It was the middle of June in London. You had packed dresses, and skirts, and shorts, and tank tops, and tops that barely covered your midriff. But it was the middle of June in London, so it was pouring rain and it was very chilly. Within a few minutes of you being outside, you were soaking wet. You were wiping the rain from your eyes and scanning for somewhere to duck into when you saw a sign that said: The Leaky Cauldron. Somewhere, in the deep recesses of your mind, you could vaguely remember Mary mentioning something about having a pasty and a pint at the Leaky Cauldron. You never could remember what the hell a pasty was, but you figured any magical place with beer was a good place to start.

You ran into the bar and seemed to attract the attention of everyone inside. You sent everyone a small smile before taking a few wet, sopping footsteps to the bar and pulling yourself onto a barstool, your trunk at your feet. 

“What can I get ya, love?” The bartender asked, quirking an eyebrow at your appearance.

“I know I must look kinda crazy,” you said, raking a hand through your wet hair, “this is my first time in London. I wasn’t prepared for rain.”

“Happens to the best of us,” the bartender shrugged, “fancy a pint to warm up?”

“Sounds good. I’ve heard Guinness is popular here.”

“It is. A pint of that then?”

“Yes thank you! Oh, I heard that you might be able to change my American money.” You said, digging around in your wallet. 

“Sure. You have one of those green dollar bills?” The bartender asked. You placed a dragot on the table. 

“Can you change that for a galleon?” You asked. The bartender released a huff of respect. 

“An American witch? Welcome to Diagon Alley.” He winked and you suddenly became far more aware of the other witches, wizards, and magical folk in the bar. “We have rooms upstairs. Fancy to stay a night or two? We can send your bags up and you can warm up by the fire with a nice glass of firewhiskey.” 

“Thanks. I’ll meet you over by the hearth then.” You said with a wink, taking a moment to wave your wand and dry yourself before snuggling into a chair with a thick blanket. The bartender floated over your drink and you held it up to him in thanks before taking a large sip. You thumbed through a volume of Quidditch through the Ages that had been lying on an empty table. Quidditch had always fascinated you. It wasn’t very common in the states, Quadpot being the more popular sport. 

“You are reading my absolute favorite book in the world.” A man said, sitting on the plush seat in front of you. 

“Oh is it?” You asked, setting your book down and taking in the sight of the man in front of you. Although Mary had been a little crass, you had every intention of riding around Europe…and you weren’t only talking about the trains. Your first candidate was an incredibly promising one to boot, he was tall, with messy dark hair, warm brown eyes, and a pair of round glasses. 

“You really have no idea who I am, do you?” The boy gestured to the bartender for another firewhiskey. 

“Am I supposed to?” You asked with an easy chuckle. The boy leaned in close and flashed you a smile. 

“I’m kind of a big deal.”

“What makes you such a big deal?” 

“I’m the chaser for the Ballycastle Bats.” The boy looked at you expectantly, waiting for you to swoon. But you didn’t. 

“Oh!” It hit you, “Oh! That’s a quidditch position! Right?” You thumbed through your book until you found the page that described all the positions. 

“You really don’t know anything about quidditch?” The boy quirked an eyebrow. 

“I’m American,” you shrugged, “I’m more of a quadpot girl.”

“Well, Miss America,” the boy leaned in closer so his nose was practically touching yours, “I’m James, consider me your guide to Diagon Alley for the foreseeable future.”

“James, I have a question for you.” You said, tucking one of James’s unruly dark locks behind his ear. 

“Anything love,” James’s voice sounded breathy.

“Do quidditch players fuck better than quadpot players?” You said with a grin. James nodded and matched your smile. 

“Why don’t we find out.”

You realized at some point later that James had never paid for his drink but you really didn’t care because James had taken you up to your hotel room and was deep inside you while rubbing your clit. You were on your back, his face close to yours as your right hand rested on his sharp jawline and your left hand was gripping his bicep. You didn’t cast a silencing spell and you were sure the other patrons of the Leaky Cauldron were cursing your name because you were screaming so loud. The firewhiskey was a warm blanket across your skin and your cheeks were hot as James pounded into mercilessly. 

“Godric, you’re so fucking hot.” James said, his glasses foggy and his hair sticking to his forehead. 

“Keep rubbing my clit,” you moaned as you jacked your leg higher and James was able to hit a deeper angle inside you. James connected his lips with yours and you moaned loudly into his mouth as you came. You squeezed tightly around him and James came a little after, burying his head in the crook of your neck and whimpering as he came, hot white ribbons inside you. 

The two of you talked for hours after, he tried to explain the rules of Quidditch to you and you would just laugh. James made good on his promise, too, he gave you a tour of Diagon Alley and wizard London before you apparated up to Scotland. 

The Scottish Highlands

The girls told you all about the quaint village next to their school in the highlands. You spent your days traveling the highlands, sitting in sweet cafes with a scone and a mug of milky tea, reading on a boat on Loch Ness, and visiting all the historic and gorgeous castles. You were going to spend your final day in Hogsmeade before making your way to your next destination. You spent the day wandering Hogsmeade, dipping in and out of sweet shops, joke shops, and little book stores. You settled yourself in a pub called the Three Broomsticks and sipped on a hot butterbeer while reading a book that you had found at Tomes and Scrolls: The New Edition of the Patronus Spellbook. 

“That’s a great book you’re reading,” a voice said, disrupting you from your thoughts. You rolled your eyes. Did all British wizards use the same pick up lines?

“Oh really?” You were sort of tired after all the days of apparating around Scotland and wanted a quiet night in the corner of the pub. 

“Yes. It’s one of my favorites.” The stranger said, sitting next to you. You looked up at him finally and took him in. He was tall, skinny, with thin light scars on his face and hands. He was wearing a knitted sweater and a very worn in pair of trousers. 

“Why’s that?” You asked, still uninterested. 

“I wrote the forward.” He said with an easy shrug, “Remus Lupin. Nice to meet you.” 

“Oh wow,” you were interested now, “it’s a pleasure.”

“I didn’t mean to disturb your reading, I was just a bit excited. The new edition came out yesterday, I was just nipping to the shops to purchase a copy for myself and have a drink to celebrate.” 

“So Remus, do you do other things besides writing forewords?” You asked, asking for another drink from the barkeep for Remus.

“Ah thank you,” Remus accepted the pint and took a long sip, “I am a professor at Hogwarts, I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts.”

“Oh, so you’re Professor Lupin then, aren’t you?” You said, leaning in. Remus looked down at you and gave you a wolffish grin. 

“That I am.” 

You had many, many more drinks with Remus as he told you all about his first few years of working as a professor and the various difficulties that came with it. He talked all about his new patronus research until patronus didn’t sound like a real word anymore. 

“I have a confession for you, Professor.” You said, a goofy smile on your face.

“Anything love.” Remus rested his hand on your thigh. 

“I have a fantasy,” you said, leaning in so your nose was practically touching his, “about fucking a professor in his office.”

You and Remus stumbled back on the path that lead from the village to the school. It was a gorgeous, gargantuan castle that was unlike anything you had ever seen before. You made a mental note to tease your cousin about her downplaying her school. He had a gorgeous office, with high ceilings, books and bars of chocolate strewn about various tables. There was a large wardrobe and about three cups of discarded tea resting on a nearby trunk.

“This is a gorgeous office,” you said, sitting on the corner of one of the large trunks. Your fingers ran over a long skeleton candle that rested on his desk. 

“Thank you,” Remus said, setting his book down and standing so his body was between your legs, “can I get you a cup of tea?”

“You could get me something else,” you pulled Remus down by the collar of his sweater until his face was level with yours and you kissed him hard. He kissed you back, pulling at the hem of your shirt until it was up and over your head. You stood and had to extend your neck all the way to account for the distance between you and him. His large hands went down to cup your breasts, gently. You realized that his hands were shaking. You pulled back and gave Remus a small smile. 

“We don’t have to,” you said, softly, “if you don’t want to.”

“No,” Remus said with a light shake of his head, “I do want to. I’m just a bit nervous. You’re so beautiful.”

“Oh Professor Lupin,” you said, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, “you are quite a charmer.”

Remus lifted your head with his finger and kissed you again. You helped him out of his sweater this time and saw the long, thin pale scars that traced around his chest like the ones on his face. You kissed along Remus’s jawline and down his neck to his chest. Remus threw his head back and exhaled a soft moan. 

You kissed down Remus’s chest until your nose bumped against his belt buckle. He looked down and you and gave you a small nod. You unbuckled his belt and kissed up and down his length. Remus released a strangled moan and you placed a bit of pressure on his balls. 

“You can be loud for me,” you said before taking a deep breath and taking as much of him as you could into your mouth. 

“Oh fuck,” Remus gasped, gripping the edge of his desk. You continued blowing him until Remus’s breathing picked up and you pulled off. Remus whimpered softly and looked at you as you stood and slipped out of your own pants. You moved Remus so he was standing over you while you had your back to the desk and you hoisted yourself on, spreading your legs wide and dropping your panties to the floor. 

“Come on Professor Lupin,” you said with a smile, “dive right in.” 

Remus grabbed you by the waist and spun you around, pushing your front into the desk harshly. You felt him rubbing the head of his cock against your folds before pushing in deeply. You moaned and grasped for purchase on the desk. Remus’s fingers dug into your hips as he snapped his hips against you, again and again and again. 

His lips attached themselves to your neck and one of his large hands left your hip to grasp harshly at your tit. 

“Rub your clit,” he rasped. You started rubbing your clit rapidly, your moans jumping off the cavernous walls. Remus came and you came after moaning and sweating. Remus stayed inside you, resting his head against your shoulder. 

Remus left for a moment to nip to the toilets and you tried to apparate out of his office and back to your room in Hogsmeade but couldn’t. You didn’t feel that drunk, why couldn’t you apparate?

“You can’t apparate inside Hogwarts, so stop trying. You look like you’re going to pop a blood vessel.” Remus said, walking back in and holding a bar of chocolate out to you. 

“Thanks,” you took a bite from the chocolate and smiled at Remus. He walked you back to Hogsmeade and left you standing in front of your tavern with a lingering kiss and a bar of chocolate. 

Paris 

Everyone had always talked about dirty Paris was and you had honestly considered cutting it from your program altogether. Sitting on Rue Victor Hugo at a cafe with a croissant and the deepest, creamiest hot chocolate you had ever tasted as you took in the sights and sounds of the French capital, you were very happy that you decided to keep Paris on your list. You were even happier to watch the various European men make their way to and from work and pass by the cafe in their tailored suits, finely pressed trousers, smart sweaters, and loafers. You looked around you for a moment before snapping your fingers to light your joint. You waved your hand a second time to disguise your joint as a cigarette-a trick you had learned from one of your friends at Ilvermorny.  Lily would have had a cow had she known that you were smoking weed in public, but she what she didn’t know wouldn’t hurt her.

“Une autre chocolat chaud s’il vous plait,” another hot chocolate please you gestured at the waitress. She came around with a fresh cup and you set your sights on a very attractive man who looked a bit out of place. He had rode up on a motorcycle and took his helmet off, securing it to the bike. His ran a slender, ring covered hand through his long dark and shook his head as he got off the bike. He was wearing an expensive looking leather jacket with a thin dark t-shirt underneath, a pair of distressed looking jeans, and a pair of Doc Martens. He took his jacket off to reveal thin, winding tattoos on his arms and chest. You hoped he would cross the street and take one of the seats at the cafe. He was digging around in his jean pockets for a cigarette when another boy turned the corner onto the street of the cafe. The other boy looked quite a bit like the motorcycle boy but…cleaner. He was wearing a tailored pair of trousers, a crisp white button down, and a smart jacket. His dark curls were nicely styled and his thin, long fingers gestured down quickly so the cigarette between the motorcycle boy’s fingers fell to the ground. One of the second boy’s crisp loafers stamped on the cigarette and he pursed his lips. 

“Sirius, what are you doing?” The second boy shook his head.

“Shove off Reg,” motorcycle boy, Sirius, said, raking a hand through his hair. 

“Don’t call me that. My name is Regulus, you know that. You can’t keep running, Sirius. It isn’t sustainable.” Regulus looked at Sirius with an expression of pity.

“I just…I don’t care about it, Reg. I don’t care about any of it. You’re better at this anyway. You can deal with all that family stuff better than I can. Just let me grab a coffee and a cigarette and I’ll see you later.” Sirius did not wait for Regulus to respond. He marched across the street to the cafe you were at and you had to force yourself to pretend you were very interested in your menu. Regulus sighed and threw his hands in the air before coming back the way he came. 

“Madame, un cafe. Merci.” Ma’am, a coffee. Thanks. Sirius barked at the waitress. 

“Oui Monsieur.” Yes sir. The waitress responded, rolling her eyes. 

“Do you always eavesdrop?” Sirius asked, taking a seat at the table next to yours. 

“Sorry,” you shrugged, “you and that other guy put on quite a show.”

“Oh my brother Regulus? Yes we’re quite the pair.” Sirius rolled his eyes as the waitress set down his coffee. He took a sip and then paused. 

“Something wrong with your coffee?” You asked.

“You’re smoking weed.” He said, sniffing in your direction. 

“How do you know that?” You asked. 

“You’re a witch, aren’t you.” Sirius grinned at you.

“So you must be a wizard then.” You laughed. 

“You have to teach me that trick,” Sirius moved his chair so it was close to yours. You ran your tongue the bottoms of your front teeth.

“I bet I could teach you a lot.” 

Turns out that Sirius got off on pissing off his family so in hindsight it wasn’t all that surprising that he took you back to his family’s chateau in the middle of the afternoon. They were gone, out, at some event but Sirius pulled you to the middle of the drawing room in front of a roaring fireplace. You sat down on the rug and took in the warmth and glow of the fire. 

“So you’re a rich boy, then?” You said teasingly as Sirius pulled off his shirt and laid down in front of the fireplace with you. 

“Filthy rich,” Sirius responded, pulling you close to him and connecting his lips with yours. You did not break apart as he laid you down in front of the fire, pulling off your clothes with an animalistic intensity. Sirius was devouring you, his teeth and tongue all over your face, neck, and tits. He barely prepared you at all, just pushing in without warning. Your nails pressed into his shoulder blades as you looked at him, ready to snap about his hasty action when his thumb began rubbing hard on your clit. You had your legs wrapped around him as you were biting his collarbone to keep from moaning. 

Sirius pulled out of you and flipped you over so you were on top and he turned you so you were facing away from him. 

“Get loud baby. Use me,” he said, his hands planted firmly on your hips as you sunk down on him. You were moaning intensely as you moved up and down, the new position providing a new angle for you. You came hard, your fingers searching for purchase on the rug as Sirius fucked you through your orgasm. 

“Are you close?” You turned back to look at Sirius. He looked gorgeous, his sweaty curls plastered in his forehead and his hands heavy on your waist, a look of concentration in his eyes. 

“Uh, not yet.” He barked out, a vein popping in his forehead. 

“Spread your legs a little further,” You said, pushing at Sirius’s ankles. He did what you said and you sucked on your finger for a moment before pushing it between his cheeks and into his asshole. Sirius was moaning loudly now. It sounded like a name or something, he was moaning “Moony” over and over again. He was so loud that you didn’t hear the door open and notice people entering the house until Sirius was cumming intensely inside you as Regulus and a woman who could have only been Sirius’s mother were glaring down at you. You gathered your clothes quickly and apparated out before Sirius had finished lighting his cigarette. 

Massachusetts 

You were exhausted and thoroughly ready to sleep in your own bed by the time you arrived back home. You threw your trunk by the front door and called out, 

“I’m back witches!” 

Lily, Marlene, and Mary swarmed you, peppering you with hugs and kisses and beginning to hear all about your travels and see the souvenirs you brought back for them. You filled them in and by the time you were talking about your escapades with the athlete, the professor, and the heir, you were even more ready for bed. 

“Well have a good night darling. Also I’m so sorry but I used the last tampon a few hours ago, I’m going to nip to the shops in the morning,” Mary said. 

“Leave it to Mary to use the last period product in this house knowing full well that we’ve all been synced for the past few years.” Marlene playfully tossed a pillow at Mary. 

“Wait,” something dropped in your stomach, “you’re all on your period? Right now?” 

“Yeah, started two days ago. Why? You haven’t started yours?” Lily asked. 

“No. No I haven’t.” You started chewing your lip, “Anyone have a pregnancy test?”

“In the last drawer of the bathroom,” Mary pointed out as you shot up out of your seat to take the test. Your leg bounced anxiously as you waited to see the results of the test.

“Okay love, I’m sure your period is just all messy from traveling and-oh my…” Lily’s jaw dropped as she looked at your positive test,

“Who’s the father?” Marlene asked. 

“I…uh…I have no idea.” You said as you thought back to the athlete, the professor, and the heir.

[axelsagewrites]

Sirius Black*Teasing

Pairing: Sirius x f! reader

Day twenty-two: daddy kink with Sirius Black – the word just slipped out one time but now it’s all Sirius wants to hear from your lips

Word count: 915

Warnings: daddy kink, dry humping, making out, neck kisses, getting walked in on, smut 18+

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Sex jokes were common amongst conversations with friends however the current running joke was taking a toll of the fabric of Sirus’s trousers. He had made the deadly mistake of having his friends befriend his girlfriend’s friends and now he was forced to sit at lunch pretending he was not flustered.

The joke in question had started a few days ago and had been torturing him since. Remus had scolded him for copying his homework for the third time that week. however ever the morning hater he was Sirius only came back with, “Whatever dad,” leading to a few giggles from your friend group.

“More like daddy,” you joked and then started the torture that was this past week. everything anyone did was met with a ‘whatever daddy’ ‘okay daddy’ ‘yes daddy’ from you, your friends, and even James on a few occasions.

While Sirius could not give less of a fuck what James said the way your lips wrapped around the word sent shivers down his spine and forced him to pull his baggy jumper down as far as it would go.

You were sat across from Sirius on his head, textbooks scattered across the sheets as James searched for his other sock. Moony and worm tail were away at the library while James rushed to get ready for quidditch practise. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” James teased as he grabbed his bag.

“Whatever daddy,” you said, rolling your eyes which only made Sirius clench his jaw tighter. James of course laughed and made his own daddy joke back before leaving.

However, as the door shut Sirius couldn’t stop himself, “Do you need to call everyone that?”

“Call him what?” you asked, looking up in genuine confusion.

Sirius sighed, his cheeks flushing slightly as he tried to remain calm, “Daddy. You’ve been doing it all week,”

“It’s just a joke,” you shrugged, flipping to another page before suddenly stopping, “Why you jealous?” you teased not expecting the way he huffed and picked up his book. “Hey babe I’m just joking,” you said quickly, moving to sit beside him, “What’s wrong?”

“I just don’t like it,”

“Why?”

“Just cause,”

You sighed, but settled in beside him, resting your head on his shoulder, “Okay fine, I’ll stop,” you said, reaching to pick up the notebook he had on his lap. Sirius went to snatch it, but you’d already lifted it, “What-oh,” you stopped yourself, biting back a laugh when you saw how the fabric of his trousers was struggling, “Are you sure you don’t like it?” you teased.

Sirius cleared his throat, his cheeks tinting pink as his eyes locked on the page he pretended to read, “I just don’t want you calling James that, or any of the guys,”

You hummed, moving to rest your chin on his shoulder so you could stare at his flustered face, “But I can call you it right?” you asked, your hand moving to rest on his thigh, “You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“I don’t know what you’re implying,” he said, his jaw tightening as you let out a slight giggle, “What- “Sirius stuttered as you pushed his book away, moving to straddle his lap and rest your arms on his shoulders.

“Cmon what’s so wrong with it?” you grinned, pushing his hair out of his face before adding, “Daddy,” to the end.

A low growled left his throat as his lips crashed onto yours, his hand moving to hold the back of your neck. Your hands soon tangled into your hair while his spare moved to grip your hip, squeezing the flesh over the skirt. “Only me,” Sirius said breaking the kiss, “You only call me that, you understand?”

You giggled lightly at his actions despite the serious tone in his voice, “Yes daddy,”

His lips crashed onto yours once more, this time his hands moving to slip beneath your skirt, grateful you’d already ditched your tights. You gasped when you felt his palm sting your ass before his fingers squeezed the soft flesh.

Your hips began to buck, and Sirius groaned when he felt you grind down against his hard on. His hands moved to your hips, guiding your movements till he was moaning against your lips. He couldn’t take it anymore and suddenly he flipped you, so your back was against the bed with him grinding against your core.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, helping him move so you could feel his bulge grind against your clothed clit. Your hands tugged on his silky hair making Sirius groan as his lips moved to kiss down your jaw.

“Fuck daddy,” you moaned, hoping for a reaction which you soon got as his hands slipped between your thighs.

He slipped them under the thin fabric of your panties, running his finger along your slit, “So wet for me already,” he praised, kissing along your collar bone, “Such a good girl for me,” his words sent shivers down your spine and when you felt his fingers rub soft circles onto your clit you couldn’t help but whimper a little bit.

“Sorry I forgot my-OH FUCK!” James’ voice screeched across the room.

You squealed as you shoved Sirius’ chest, sending him sprawling across the bed till he landed on a heap on the floor. As you yanked your skirt down from around your waist Sirius scrambled from the floor as James slapped his hands over his eyes. “Dude!” Sirius yelled. “Knock first!”

“My eyes! I cannot unsee that!”

[regulusblcksgf]

i like to think Sirius called Regulus ‘reggie’ in public all the time (and got hexed once) and cheer for him every time he would do something that was minimally against the rules by proudly screaming without restraint

[slytherinspired]

Yet - A Remus Lupin Imagine (smut)

Following the same story and universe as Tell Me About series! Here I am... 10 years later?

Remus stood before the counter, his hands trembling with a desperation he struggled to suppress. His clothes, worn and faded, hung loosely on his frame. His voice, when it came, was loud yet strained, as if it had been dragged from a place of deep frustration. The clerk in front of him sat behind a towering mahogany desk, her fingers moving in swift, precise gestures, as though casting spells without a wand. Her face was pale and angular, softened only by the shadow of dim candlelight that flickered along the Ministry’s endless corridors. The clerk was dressed in the neat, sober attire of Ministry officials, a crisp grey uniform with silver buttons that reflected the cold, bureaucratic glow of the room. Her brown hair was pinned back tightly, not a strand out of place, except for a thin streak of white that curled at her temple. 

“You don’t understand!” he shouted. The words felt twisted, as if they fought to balance on the edge between civility and rage. The witch behind the counter flinched but remained still, her fingers gripping the edge of the desk. She had no more to offer him than the faint apology etched into her expression. “I need to work.” 

He needed the money. That need pulsed in the room like a living thing, thickening the air between them. But all she could offer was silence, her eyes downcast, her hands empty. Papers floated softly to her from unseen corners, filing themselves with barely a flick of her wrist. Behind her desk, a charmed quill wrote furiously on a long parchment, recording the day’s tasks with an efficiency that bordered on eerie. 

“Like I told you –” she said, “Mr Collins needs help with his books, but I don’t have anything else right now for you.” 

Remus shook his head. “Mr Collins won’t work with me. You know it.” 

There it was—unspoken but palpable. The reason why each request was met with hesitance, each job prospect slipped through his fingers like grains of sand. He didn’t need to say it aloud anymore; the label had been burned into his very being. Werewolf. In the wizarding world, it was more than a condition—it was a curse. Few wanted to hire a werewolf. The fear lingered in every interaction, no matter how mundane. The Ministry had their own discreet policies on “dangerous creatures”.  

“I am sorry, Mr Lupin.” Her voice was smooth and low, tinged with the practiced indifference of someone who had seen many come and go from the Ministry’s endless halls. Her brown eyes showed nothing but disinterest. “Just come back next week.” 

“I’m here every week,” he sighed, “asking you for work, and each time it is the same. Why don’t you send me an owl if there’s something in the meantime? It would spare me from having to come here and bother you.” 

The witch raised her eyebrows and smiled mockingly. “Oh? And to what address should I send it?” 

She knew too well he didn’t have an address. He lived in his damn car – had been living in it for months now. The Ministry’s endless red tape, combined with the stigma of his condition, had shut every door before him. Each job interview, each opportunity, crumbled the moment his lycanthropy was mentioned or even hinted at. It was as if the wizarding world had no place for him outside the fringes of society. 

He turned away without bothering to say goodbye. There was nothing for him there. 

Finding work in the Muggle world had proven just as impossible. At first, it seemed like an escape—no one in the Muggle realm knew about werewolves, and the Ministry couldn’t interfere as easily. But even there, he couldn’t outrun his condition. Each month, as the full moon approached, he would feel the familiar dread tightening in his chest. He couldn’t just call in sick for three days without raising suspicion, and disappearing every month had quickly made him unreliable. Employers grew wary, questioning the strange absences. He had been let go from more jobs than he cared to remember, dismissed for being "untrustworthy" or "inconsistent." 

Remus had been careful with the modest inheritance his parents had left him, stretching every Galleon to make it last. For a time, it allowed him to rent a small flat near Diagon Alley, a place where he could be somewhat connected to the magical world. But even that fragile stability crumbled after two years, when Mrs. Daisy, his elderly neighbour, had complained to the landlord, claiming she didn’t feel safe living next door to a werewolf. No one had said it outright, but the eviction notice came soon after. 

Afterward, he managed to find a tiny studio in London, outside the magical community, but the rent required sterling pounds, not Galleons, and even without his affliction, finding work in the Muggle world have proved nearly impossible without the proper credentials. He had no Muggle schooling, no tangible proof of any experience, and no one was willing to take a risk on a man with an incomplete story. For a brief spell, he worked at a small café, washing dishes in the back, but his frequent absences around the full moon quickly made him expendable. “It’s just not working out,” his manager had said, barely meeting his eyes as he handed over the final pay check. 

After that, it had been a string of odd jobs—cleaning homes, scrubbing cars, whatever he could find that didn’t require questions or paperwork. But even those jobs dried up after a few months, the repeated absences stacking up like a curse he couldn’t escape. It didn’t matter how hard he worked or how much he tried to hide his condition; sooner or later, the same pattern emerged. He’d disappear for a few days, recover in secret, and by the time he returned, the whispers had already started. They always ended the same way: with him packing his few belongings and moving on to the next temporary refuge, the shadows of his secret following him wherever he went. 

But then, happier days came. And he embraced them as much as he could.  

Mr. Collins had been one of the rare few to take a chance on Remus, inviting him into his home with little fuss or prying questions. The old wizard had an impressive collection of books and papers in desperate need of organization, and Remus had relished the work. The house itself felt like a sanctuary—a sprawling estate tucked away from the bustling wizarding world, with its heart being the grand library that stretched wall to wall with ancient tomes and fragile manuscripts. For six peaceful months, Remus had lived there, surrounded by books, his evenings filled with the quiet companionship of Mr. Collins. They would often sit by the fire, sipping tea or scotch depending on the mood, talking about the wizard’s past adventures and far-flung travels. Remus had almost allowed himself to believe that he had found a place where his affliction didn’t matter. 

Everything changed overnight. 

The trouble had started with a routine trip to the Ministry to pick up his Wolfsbane Potion. With the full moon only days away, Remus needed it to maintain control during his transformation. But that day, there had been none. The Ministry’s supplies had run dry, and in a rising panic, Remus went to every apothecary in Diagon Alley, pleading for them to brew it for him. The answer was always the same—there was no Wolfsbane to be had, not until a delayed shipment of rare herbs arrived. Desperation clawed at him as the full moon loomed closer. 

When the night finally came, Remus did the only thing he could—he locked himself in the cellar beneath the guest house on Mr. Collins’ estate, far away from the main house and anyone who could be harmed. He chained himself tightly, trying to prepare for the agonizing transformation. But without the Wolfsbane, Remus knew that the wolf was savage, uncontrollable. As the change tore through his body, so too did the creature’s instincts, stronger than any chain he had prepared. The bonds snapped, and the beast roamed the grounds, its hunger and rage unleashed. The wolf howled to the moon, its cries cutting through the still night air as it hunted the estate, searching for prey. 

Mr. Collins’ housekeeper had been outside that night, restless and unable to sleep. She had been wandering through the gardens when the wolf appeared, a massive shadow with glowing eyes. In a split second, it lunged. Only the quick intervention of Mr. Collins, who had been awakened by the howling, had saved her. He subdued the wolf before it could do any real damage, but the incident left its mark. 

The next morning, Remus awoke in human form, bruised, aching, and filled with dread. He didn’t need to hear Mr. Collins' words to know what was coming. When he entered the kitchen, his pay was already waiting for him on the counter, along with a leather trunk packed with his few belongings. On top of the trunk rested a book from Mr. Collins' private collection—Remus's favourite, one he had admired during his long nights in the library. The wizard had even engraved the trunk with Remus’s initials, a final gesture of parting kindness. 

Beside it, a note in Mr. Collins’ elegant script read simply: Thank you for your service. 

It was over. Whatever peace he had found there was gone, lost in a single night. 

When Remus came back to London, the weight of his situation bore down on him like a suffocating fog. He needed a place to live, but the few Galleons he had saved were barely enough to cover the cost of a small studio, let alone food and the Wolfsbane Potion that he relied on every month. He ran the calculations over and over in his head—if he paid for rent, he’d only have enough to survive for a couple of months before everything dried up. 

That was when he met a young wizard at the Leaky Cauldron, selling an old, battered car for next to nothing. The decision had been easy. The car was cheaper than rent, and living in it meant he could stretch his money long enough to eat and scrape by while searching for work. So, Remus took it, and for two months now, the car had become his home—an old, rusting shelter parked in the backstreets of Muggle London. But work never came. Not for someone like him. 

Each Friday became a routine of survival. Remus would head to the Leaky Cauldron, where the kindly innkeeper allowed him to sit down with a free bowl of soup and a cup of tea. Sometimes, if the inn wasn’t fully booked, he was even allowed to use one of the rooms to take a hot shower, a luxury he was rarely afforded. Those brief moments of warmth and comfort were fleeting, but he clung to them like a lifeline. 

After his shower, he’d walk back to the Ministry, heading straight to the Wizarding Work Bureau, where hope flickered and died week after week. Every Friday, he found himself standing before the same brown-haired clerk. And every Friday, her reply was the same: nothing new, no work available. The expression on her face was always tired, indifferent. Remus couldn’t blame her—his situation was just another file in a growing stack. Another life falling through the cracks. 

He’d leave the bureau and step into the great hall of the Ministry, watching witches and wizards bustling about their business, oblivious to the fact that his world was crumbling. He wondered sometimes if he could even blame them. After all, his affliction was real, dangerous, and he understood their fear. But understanding didn’t make it easier to live with. He had grown thinner, his clothes hung loosely on his frame, and his face had become gaunt, his eyes shadowed by dark circles that deepened with each restless night spent in the backseat of his car. At just 28, streaks of grey had already woven through his hair, and he looked older than his years—like the ghost of the man he had once been. 

He was about to leave the Ministry, ready to disappear into the crowded streets once more, when something stopped him. A glimpse of black hair. For a moment, he thought he was imagining it—his tired mind playing tricks on him—but then he saw her again.  

Eliana. 

It all came rushing back to him in an instant, as if the past had never let him go. Eliana had arrived at Hogwarts during their sixth year, transferring from an old, distinguished town in Italy. Her beauty had been striking—impossible to ignore—and it wasn’t long before she caught the attention of everyone. Sirius, however, had despised her from the moment he noticed the colour of her tie. Ellie and her younger sister had been sorted into Slytherin. But Remus had seen the look in his friend's eyes, the disdain that masked something deeper.  

It wasn’t just the house she’d been placed in; it was the undeniable pull she had over him. She was one of the most captivating girls Remus had ever laid eyes on, and though Sirius never admitted it, Remus knew he felt the same. They had fought constantly—Sirius and Eliana—bickering in the halls, trading insults in class, to the point where even the professors made a point of keeping them apart. 

But everything shifted that summer. Sirius had run away from his family, severing ties with the House of Black once and for all. When they returned to Hogwarts for their final year, something about him had changed. Remus noticed how Sirius’s silver eyes lingered on Ellie now, no longer filled with resentment, but something softer. By Christmas, they were holding hands, sitting together at meals, whispering in quiet corners. They were inseparable, and it wasn’t long before everyone was talking about how perfect they were for each other—two rebels who had found solace in each other’s arms. 

Everyone agreed they were made for each other—everyone except Eliana’s family. Her parents couldn’t accept that their eldest daughter, heir to an old and revered lineage, was in love with the disowned son of one of the most infamous wizarding families. The Blacks may have been prestigious, but Sirius’s rebellion had tarnished their name in the eyes of the pure-blood elite. Yet, despite the tension, Eliana stood by him. She had promised that one day, she would confront her family, make them understand. But that day never came. 

Everything fell apart. Darkness had crept into Sirius’s world, and when Remus told Eliana what he had done, to Peter and James – and Lily, the crimes he’d committed, she refused to believe it. She couldn’t. They fought—terribly, violently—words flung at each other like curses. A month later, she disappeared. Without a word, she left, and no one knew where she had gone. Remus had tried to reach her, sending letters to her parents, even tracking down her younger sister, begging for answers. But there had been no replies, just silence. A year later, he found out her family had sold their house in London. Ellie had vanished from his life, as though she had never existed at all. 

She left the Ministry, and Remus followed, keeping his distance, too afraid to call out, too afraid to shatter the fragile image of her that had lingered in his mind for years. What if she wasn’t the same? What if the Eliana he remembered—the one who had disappeared so suddenly—was gone, replaced by someone colder, more distant? Her hurried steps echoed in the quiet streets until she reached the door of the Leaky Cauldron. Remus watched from the shadows as she slipped inside. He hesitated for a moment, then followed. 

She made her way to the bar, her movements quick and deliberate. He stayed back, watching, listening, his heart hammering in his chest. He heard her voice, unmistakable even after all these years. 

“Fire whiskey, please.” 

That voice—it sent a shiver through him. It was hers, no doubt about it. He could have recognized it anywhere. 

He stood at a distance, watching as she downed the glass in one swift gulp, her fingers gripping the empty glass as if trying to hold on to something far more elusive. 

“One more,” she said, her voice steady, but there was an edge to it—something raw and unguarded. 

The bartender frowned but obliged, pouring another glass. She tossed it back just as quickly. 

“In fact,” Eliana said, placing a piece of gold on the counter, “just give me the whole bottle.” 

The bartender raised an eyebrow. “Careful with that,” he warned. “It’s strong.” 

She scoffed. “Strong is exactly what I need right now.” 

She grabbed the bottle and turned—only to find herself face-to-face with Remus. Their eyes locked. For a moment, the world seemed to stop, suspended in the charged space between them. The bottle slipped from her grasp, but before it could hit the floor, Remus caught it with a quick flick of his hand. 

“Careful with that,” he echoed the bartender's words, offering her a small, shy smile as he handed the bottle back to her. 

Eliana stood there, stunned, her expression unreadable. She blinked, seemingly unsure of what to say, then turned back to the bar, grabbing an empty glass. After a long pause, she took a deep breath and finally spoke. 

“Shall we... sit?” she asked quietly. 

Remus frowned, feeling a twinge of disappointment. He hadn’t expected her to rush into his arms, not after everything, but he hadn’t expected her to be so... indifferent. They found a quiet, dimly lit corner, away from the crowd, and sat down. The air between them felt thick, like an unspoken question hanging there, unanswered. 

“I didn’t know you were in London,” Remus said, breaking the silence. His voice was softer than he intended, as if he feared that if he didn’t speak, she might vanish again. 

“You weren’t supposed to know,” she replied, pouring the fire whiskey into two glasses and sliding one toward him. 

He took it, feeling the warmth of the liquid as he sipped, the heat spreading through his chest. “How long have you been here?” he asked. 

“I arrived yesterday,” she said, swirling the amber liquid in her glass. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” 

Remus frowned. “Do you come to London often?” 

Her eyes stayed fixed on her drink. “First time in five years,” she muttered. “I wasn’t supposed to ever come back.” 

That, he had guessed.  

“So, why are you here?” His voice was barely more than a whisper, but the question hung in the air, heavy with the weight of the years between them. 

She took another sip, her gaze distant. “It’s Clara’s birthday. I came to visit her.” 

“Clara’s in London?” Remus was genuinely surprised. Eliana’s younger sister had left the city around the same time she did. 

“She’s been here for two years now,” Eliana replied, finally looking up at him. “She studied healing in America, but she got an opportunity to be a resident at St. Mungo’s.” 

Remus felt a pang of guilt. He hadn’t known. He’d never seen Clara in all this time, never even heard whispers of her name. 

“Usually, she comes back to Italy for her birthday, but this year she’s on call, so I thought I’d surprise her,” Eliana continued, her voice quieter now, as if the weight of everything was pressing down on her. 

“And you?” Remus asked, his voice low. “You’re in Italy now?” 

She nodded, but there was no warmth in the gesture. He had thought she had returned to her family after leaving London, but he didn’t know where nor did he have the means to search for her. Over time, he had accepted that she was gone, that she didn’t want to be found. 

“I looked for you,” he admitted, his voice dropping to a whisper. “The first year. I wrote to your parents. They sold the house, and I couldn’t find where you had gone. I wanted to write, but—” 

Eliana reached out, her hand resting on his. The touch was sudden, unexpected, and he nearly flinched from the warmth of it. He hadn’t felt her touch in years. 

She used to be so kind to him. They’d study together when Sirius was too tired to care. They’d spend whole nights in the library, preparing for the next test. Often, they’d compare their answers and have burst of laughs. And when she had guessed his condition, she never pulled back, on the contrary, she used to help him and the boys prepare for the full moon. She took care of him after, bringing him hot chocolate the following mornings after a transformation.  

“I left for a reason, Remus,” she said softly, her voice carrying the weight of something final, something unspoken. “I didn’t want to be found.” 

“Why?” he asked, his voice breaking slightly. 

She looked away, her fingers slipping from his hand as quickly as they had touched it. Remus could see the hurt in her eyes, the grief she had carried for so long. She had been mourning—Sirius, their future, everything she had lost—but was it enough to leave without a word? Was the pain of losing Sirius worth abandoning everything else? 

She didn’t answer the question burning on his lips, but she took his hand, her touch soft, hesitant. “I never meant to hurt you,” she whispered. 

He knew she had been angry—angry with him for not believing in Sirius’s innocence, for standing against her when she had tried so hard to defend the man she loved. Their last conversation had been bitter, sharp words exchanged like hexes. She had called him a horrible friend, accused him of betraying Sirius’s memory, of believing that his best friend could be capable of murder and treachery. And he, in his grief, had thrown her words back at her, refusing to believe that she could still defend the man who had killed Peter, who had betrayed James and Lily’s trust. Who had made his own godson an orphan.  

Remus shook his head, squeezing her hand gently. “I didn’t mean to either.” 

She laughed softly, but it was a sad, hollow sound. She pulled her hand away, running her fingers nervously through her dark hair. “I didn’t plan on seeing you again,” she admitted. “I wasn’t supposed to be here.” 

“You must have known I wasn’t far...” he replied quietly, studying her face, trying to read the thoughts behind her guarded expression. 

She shrugged, her lips curving into a faint, almost wistful smile. “To be honest, Remus, I thought you’d have left London by now. You never liked it here.” 

She was right, of course. He had always craved the quiet solitude of the countryside, the peace it offered compared to the chaos of city life. But circumstances had tied him to this place. “I don’t really have a choice at the moment.” 

Eliana’s gaze flickered with curiosity, but she didn’t push. She could see the weariness in his face, the gauntness in his frame, and he didn’t want to burden her with the details of his life. Not after all this time. 

“So,” he said, changing the subject as he poured them another round of fire whiskey, “what are you doing now, back home?” 

She hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her words. “I’m a barrister,” she said finally, her voice soft but steady. 

Of course she was, Remus thought. She had always had a fierce sense of justice, always fighting for the underdog. It seemed fitting. She studied him with a small, knowing smile. “It suits me, don’t you think?” 

She had not been able to fight for Sirius.  

Remus smiled back, but there was something faint about it, as if he couldn’t quite summon the warmth he used to feel. “And are you happy?” he asked, his eyes falling to her left hand, where he had noticed the glint of a ring earlier. 

Eliana glanced down at the ring, as if surprised to see it there herself. “Yes,” she answered softly. “I am.” 

“He’s a lucky man,” Remus said, his tone genuine, though there was a flicker of something unspoken in his eyes. 

Her expression faltered for just a moment, her gaze clouding over with something unreadable. 

They talked for what felt like hours, dancing around the past, avoiding the name that hung between them like a shadow. They didn’t dare speak of Sirius, both too afraid that the mention of him would reignite the pain and bitterness that had driven them apart all those years ago. Eliana tried, more than once, to ask about Remus—how he was really doing—but it was clear she already knew. She could see the struggle etched into his skin. 

At one point, she offered to order dinner, but Remus refused, his pride too strong to accept her charity, especially from her. He could feel her pity, and he hated it. The night wore on, and eventually, Ellie glanced out the window, watching as the sky darkened and snow began to fall, dusting the streets in a soft, silent white. 

“I should go,” she said, standing up reluctantly.  

Remus rose with her. “Let me walk you outside,” he offered. 

She shook her head. “There’s no need.” 

But Remus reached for her hand, and she let him take it. His eyes locked onto hers, his voice low and serious. “If this is the last time I see you, Ellie, at least let me walk with you. I didn’t get to say a proper goodbye last time.” 

She hesitated, then nodded. 

Outside, the air was crisp, the snowflakes catching the glow of the Christmas lights strung along the street. The festive scene felt oddly out of place, the cheerful lights at odds with the heaviness between them. Eliana walked beside him in silence for a while, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. 

“Are you living far from here?” she asked, glancing sideways at him. “I’m just around the corner. Maybe we could walk together?” 

“I’m fine,” Remus said, offering her a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

She stopped, then, looking up at him with concern. Before he could protest, she stepped into his arms, wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace. He rested his chin on the top of her head, breathing in the faint scent of her perfume, a familiar comfort from a time long past. 

“I can’t shake the feeling that you’re not,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. Her green eyes shimmered with tears, and for a moment, Remus felt something in him break. 

“Don’t worry about me,” he said lightly, scoffing to cover the ache in his chest. He pointed to the old red car parked just a few feet away. “I’ve got all I need.” 

Eliana pulled away from him, frowning as she walked up to the car, her brow furrowed. “Is this... yours?” 

“Not bad, eh?” Remus said with a laugh, trying to brush it off. 

But it was absurd. She came from a world of wealth and privilege, and here he was, trying to play off the fact that he was living out of a beat-up car. 

“Well, it’s got style, I’ll give you that,” she said with a soft smile, but then her expression shifted. She peered through the windows of the car, her face growing serious. 

“Remus,” she asked, her voice quiet, “are you... living in your car?” 

He sighed, tilting his head back to look at the sky. “It’s just temporary,” he said, the words feeling hollow even as he spoke them. 

Eliana stepped closer, her hand finding his once again. Her face was filled with concern, the same look she used to give him at Hogwarts, whenever she worried for his well-being. 

All those years, always worrying about him. 

And here she was, still doing it. 

She wore the same worried look when Sirius would show too much affection towards her in front of him. She always glanced at Remus, a quick look to make sure he was alright. And every time, he ignored it—ignored that pitiful gaze he despised so much. 

“Let me show you something,” she said, her voice soft but firm. 

She took his hand, and together they walked through the blurry, illuminated streets. The night felt strange, the lights of the city glowing brighter than usual, casting everything in an almost dreamlike haze. They stopped in front of an old Victorian building, its weathered brickwork speaking of better days. Without a word, Eliana opened the front door, and Remus stepped in, his heart heavy but his feet following her without hesitation. 

The entrance led through a narrow, dimly lit hallway with a winding staircase, where the sounds of distant conversations echoed faintly from above. Inside, the flat was modest but charming. Tall sash windows framed the streets below, and the living room, with its classic crown mouldings, felt warm despite the unused fireplace. Wooden floorboards creaked beneath her feet. 

“Clara’s rented this place when she came back to London,” Eliana said as she flicked on the lights with a casual wave of her hand. “But she moved in with her partner six months ago, so now she just uses it as storage. It’s nothing fancy, but it’s comfortable.” 

“It’s nice,” Remus murmured, still standing in the doorway, hands shoved deep into his pockets. 

Ellie frowned and gestured for him to come in properly. “Please, make yourself at home.” 

Remus cleared his throat and stepped further inside, still cautious, as if he were afraid he might knock something over or leave a mark where he didn’t belong. Eliana removed her black cloak, revealing an all-black outfit underneath. The simplicity made her seem almost otherworldly in the soft light. 

“There’s a small living room here, the kitchen’s just over there,” she said, pointing to a tiny space to her right. “An office through that door, and a decent-sized bedroom next to it. The bathroom’s at the end of the hall.” 

As she spoke, Remus couldn’t help but wonder why she was describing all this to him. This was the kind of flat he couldn’t even dream of renting. He wasn’t sure why she had brought him here—until he felt something cold press into his hand. Looking down, he saw a key. 

“What—” 

“Clara’s moving to France in a couple of months,” Eliana explained, cutting him off before he could protest. “There’s still two years left on the lease, and it’s a nightmare finding someone reliable to sublet. The owner’s a witch who only rents to people like us. It would be a waste to leave it empty when I know you could use it.” 

Remus shook his head, immediately trying to hand the key back to her. “I can’t accept this. It’s a kind offer, but—” 

“But what?” she interrupted; her tone sharp but not unkind. “It’s almost winter, Remus. You can’t live in your car. I won’t allow it.” 

He scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping before he could stop it. “You haven’t cared where I’ve lived for the last five years. Why now?” 

The words sounded harsher than he had intended, but he couldn’t take them back. 

Eliana didn’t flinch. She didn’t even seem angry, just... resigned. “I understand why you’d feel that way,” she said softly. “I know I’ve hurt you, but believe me, Remus, I didn’t want to leave you behind like that. It wasn’t just my choice.” 

“Then why did you?” His voice was low, but the question cut through the space between them like a knife. 

She sighed, running a hand through her long hair. “I was angry. Angry that you could believe such awful things about him.” She didn’t dare speak his name. “I needed you to fight with me, to at least give him a chance, to hear his side of the story. And when you didn’t... I felt like I was losing everything. You didn’t just turn your back on him—you left me alone too.” 

Remus closed his eyes for a moment, trying to stave off the familiar sting of guilt. It was the same argument they’d had all those years ago, and yet here it was again, haunting them both. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m sorry I wasn’t the friend you needed. I’m sorry I abandoned you.” He held out the key again, offering it back. “But I can’t accept this, Ellie. I don’t need your pity.” 

She let out a hollow laugh, shaking her head. “Pity?” she echoed. “Is that really what you think this is?” 

What else could it be? 

“You’ve always tried to protect me,” Remus said quietly, his voice strained. “Even back at Hogwarts. I know you knew... how I felt.” 

He hesitated, but there was no need to finish. She knew. She had always known how he felt—how much he wished she didn’t love Sirius the way she did. And how much he wished Sirius didn’t love her back just as fiercely. They were soulmates, and it had always crushed him, no matter how hard he tried to hide it. 

“This isn’t pity, Remus,” she said, sitting down on the couch, her fingers pressing into her temples as though she could push away the weight of the conversation. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. “It’s care. It’s love. I can’t stand the idea of you being homeless, living in your car. I had no idea things were this bad.” 

Remus sighed, his exhaustion overwhelming him. He sat down too, sinking into the cushions beside her, his body heavy with the burden of everything left unsaid. 

“Has it been this way since I left?” she asked, her gaze fixed on him. 

He shook his head, not wanting her to carry the full weight of his struggles. But he didn’t have the strength to lie, either. The truth was somewhere in between, and as they sat in the quiet flat, the years of pain and silence between them felt heavier than ever. 

“It was fine for a while,” he began, hesitating. “But being what I am… you know. People fear me. They’re right to.” 

Eliana edged closer, her expression softening as she reached for his hand. “No one should fear you.” 

Remus gave a hollow laugh. “I’m a monster, Ellie. Quite literally.” 

Her hand moved to his chin, gently turning his face toward hers. “Look at me,” she said firmly. “You are not a monster. You’re the kindest, most thoughtful person I’ve ever known.” 

“Kindness doesn’t matter much when I turn into a wild animal every full moon,” he muttered, eyes drifting to the window. “Even with wolfsbane, I’m just a shadow of myself, too drained to do anything but exist.” 

His gaze traced the night sky, as if searching for answers in the stars. “It’s coming again… two days from now. I’m already worn out. Everything hurts.” 

Eliana’s voice broke as she whispered, “I’m so sorry.” A tear slipped down her cheek. 

“It is what it is,” Remus replied, standing slowly and moving toward the door. 

“Stay,” she called after him, her voice trembling. 

He paused, eyes closing against the weight of her plea. 

“Please, Remus,” she said again, stepping closer. “Let this be your home, just for a while. Let me give you a chance to rest, to not worry about where you’ll sleep tomorrow.” 

His heart clenched painfully. He turned to her, eyes brimming with unshed tears. “There’s only one thing I want, Ellie,” he whispered. “Don’t leave. I can’t be alone anymore. I need a friend.” 

He broke down, his voice cracking under the weight of his confession. Eliana was at his side in an instant, pulling him into a tight embrace. 

“I can’t stay, Remus,” she said softly. 

He looked down, his heart sinking further. He knew she had a life elsewhere, with someone waiting for her. Someone she loved. 

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, his voice hollow. 

Ellie gave a nervous laugh. “I didn’t want to see you again,” she admitted, her gaze locking with his. “I was terrified of this moment…” 

“Am I that frightening?” he tried to joke, though his heart wasn’t in it. 

She traced the scar on his face with a gentle touch. “Not at all,” she whispered, leaning in to press a soft kiss on his cheek. “You’re everything but.” 

Her hand lingered on his skin, their faces now inches apart. Remus felt the pull, the uncontrollable urge rising within him, the wildness that came with the moon. But he fought it, grounding himself in the moment. 

When she kissed his other cheek, the rawness of it nearly undid him. Her breath warmed his neck, and before he could stop himself, he leaned into her, eyes closed against the flood of desire. 

“Ellie…” he murmured, his control slipping. 

“This is the last time we’ll see each other,” she whispered against his skin. “Don’t ruin it.” 

Her hands found his bare skin, fingers tracing the edge of his shirt, moving lower. His mind spun. He felt as though he were betraying the memory of his lost brother, but the weight of her closeness, the tenderness he had craved for so long, was too much to resist. If pity was all she had to offer, then maybe… maybe it was enough. 

The memory of one past night haunted him—one of those memories that never faded, no matter how much time passed. It was their last year at Hogwarts. The entire school had descended on Hogsmeade for one last wild celebration, all the houses mingling, no divisions, no rivalries—just freedom and exhilaration. Remus had felt it too, for a while, but exhaustion caught up with him before the night was over. He decided to return to the dorms early, slipping away unnoticed, or so he thought. 

He hadn’t realized that Sirius and Ellie weren’t with the rest of the group when he made his way back to the Gryffindor Tower. He had planned to take a long bath and go to bed, hoping to escape the noise and chaos that usually drained him. 

But when he opened the dormitory door, something stopped him cold. 

There, pinned against the wall, was Eliana. Sirius was with her, moving against her, his breath heavy. Her hands had been tangled in his hair, her back arching into him as if seeking more. Remus had frozen. Sirius’s trousers were bunched around his ankles, his shirt barely covering his body, and Ellie—her clothes had been dishevelled, exposing enough for Remus to know what was happening. 

He had been wanting to turn around, to give them their privacy, but something held him in place. Ellie’s eyes met his. For a heartbeat, he was sure she saw him. Her lips parted, and for that brief moment, he swore there was something more than surprise in her gaze. Was it… desire? For him? 

No, he had imagined it. 

Shaken, he had flown back to the common room, trying to focus on a book, anything to erase the scene from his mind. Half an hour later, Sirius and Ellie had reappeared, laughing as though nothing had happened. Sirius joked about Remus turning in early, while Ellie said nothing, avoiding his gaze completely. He had never brought it up. He convinced himself it was a trick of the light, a figment of his imagination. Surely, she hadn’t seen him at all. 

And now, with a broken heart and trembling hands, he gave in.  

She was kissing him, and as he pressed his body against hers, he couldn’t help but recall that night—couldn’t help but recreate the image of her against the wall, except this time, it was him pinning her there. His breath came ragged in her ear, and he fought to keep control. He had imagined this for so long—what she might taste like, how her body would feel wrapped around him. 

Ellie unbuckled his belt, her hands steady, as his trousers fell to the floor. When she pulled off her shirt, revealing herself to him, he couldn’t breathe. She was perfect. More perfect than he had ever dared to imagine. 

For so long, he had envied Sirius, envied him for knowing her in ways Remus never would. But now, with her in front of him, he felt a shame deeper than anything he had known. 

But the desire, the wildness in him, wouldn’t be silenced. He bent to kiss her skin—her lips, her neck, her collarbone—his breath hot and uncontrolled. He wasn’t a man anymore. He was something primal, something desperate. Ellie tilted her head back, and he slid his mouth lower, removing the last barrier of clothing between them. 

When his lips found the warmth between her legs, her quiet moan broke the silence, sending a shiver down his spine. She grabbed his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue moved between her folds, tasting her. She moaned again, her fingers gripping him tighter, and for a moment, he forgot everything. Forgot who he was, forgot who she was. All that mattered was the taste of her, the feel of her skin under his tongue. 

He could stay like this forever, he thought. But the ache between his own legs, the pressure building inside him, refused to be ignored. He stood, lifting her in his arms, carrying her to the couch. Ellie’s legs parted without hesitation, inviting him in. He saw that same look in her eyes—the one he had seen all those years ago. Perhaps, he hadn’t been imagining it after all. 

His breath hitched as he nudged at her entrance, and when he pushed into her, they both let out a gasp—surprise and pleasure all at once. He moved slowly at first, trying to remind himself to be gentle, to be soft. But he couldn’t hold back. Not with her. He wanted to feel her completely, to lose himself in her warmth. 

Her moans grew louder as he quickened his pace, the sound of his body moving against hers driving him to the edge. She arched beneath him, her breasts rising and falling with each thrust, and he was lost—growling low in his throat, forgetting everything but this moment, this need. 

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he pounded into her, harder now, his humanity slipping away. And then, he felt her tighten around him, her body trembling with the release he had been chasing.  

With her eyes closed, he wondered for a moment if she was thinking of somebody else, of him or the man that awaited her back home. 

But Ellie whispered his name in a breathless gasp, and it was all he needed. He followed her over the edge, spilling into her with a moan, his body shaking from the force of it. 

For a moment, the world stood still. 

As the last waves of pleasure faded, Remus pulled away, his mind reeling. What had he done? His heart pounded in his chest, guilt flooding him as he ran a trembling hand over his face. He wasn’t meant for this—not with her. Not with Ellie. Not with the woman who had once belonged with his best friend. 

Eliana leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder, her voice soft and broken. “I would have loved you so much, Remus… if I hadn’t loved him.” 

“I know,” he whispered, his chest tight. 

Her words hit him harder than he expected, words he had longed to hear but never allowed himself to hope for. He had known, from the moment they met, that she would always belong to Sirius and Sirius to her. But to hear her say it—it tore him apart. 

“In another life, maybe,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. 

He let out a bitter chuckle. “Maybe.” 

“I wanted this,” she said, her voice trembling. “I hope you did too.” 

He looked at her, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. She was beautiful, even in her sadness. But it wasn’t him she loved. It never would be. 

“I wish it had been you,” she whispered, her voice cracking.  

“But it’s him,” he replied.  

“It’s always going to be him,” she whispered with a trembling voice. 

He nodded, understanding in the pit of his stomach. “I get it.” 

Ellie touched his face, her thumb brushing against his cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. You deserve to be loved, Remus, if only you could see yourself the way I see you.” 

Remus closed his eyes, fighting back the tears. It was selfish to want more from her, to ask her to stay. He knew that now. He’d never have her fully, but this—this was something. Wasn’t it better than nothing? 

“One day, you’ll meet someone,” she said softly. “Someone who will love you completely, without fear or hesitation. Please, don’t push them away when you do.” 

He let out a hollow laugh, the same words James had told him countless times. It had never felt true, and it didn’t now. No one would accept him, not as he was. But he nodded, if only to make her stop crying. 

Ellie kissed him once more, her lips lingering for a moment longer than before. “I don’t think our paths will cross again,” she whispered, tears spilling down her face. “It’s better this way.” 

Remus shook his head, his heart aching. His eyes pleaded with her. “This is goodbye, then,” he said, his voice breaking. 

She nodded. “This is goodbye.” 

Defeated, Remus rested his head against the cushion, his eyelids growing heavier with each passing second. The weight of exhaustion settled over him like a thick blanket. He felt her arms around him, warm and familiar, offering a fleeting comfort. Ellie’s embrace tightened gently, and she pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, lingering just long enough for him to feel the warmth of her breath on his skin. 

For a moment, the world seemed to quiet, and he let himself sink into that small, stolen tenderness—something he knew would soon slip away. 

“I’m sorry you lost the love of your life,” he said, the words catching in his throat. 

Remus quietly surrendered to the sleep that had been tugging at him for too long, its embrace pulling him deeper into a long-overdue rest. As the weight of consciousness slipped away, he felt himself sinking, drifting into the quiet abyss where exhaustion finally gave way to peace. 

When Remus woke the next morning, soft sunlight filtered through the window, casting a golden glow across the room. The duvet from the bedroom had been gently draped over him, a small gesture of care left in the silence. The apartment was still, empty. 

Ellie was gone. 

Rising slowly, he walked to the kitchen, where a folded note lay beside an envelope. His chest tightened as he opened it, reading the words in her familiar handwriting: 

“You’re sorry I’ve lost the love of my life, Remus. But I’m sorry you haven’t met yours.” 

He hesitated before opening the envelope. Inside, the key to the flat rested, cold and waiting. Etched into its surface was a single word: "Yet." 

[mastermindmiko]

Sirius Black mood board my masterlist

all of these pictures are from Pinterest. This is the second Sirius Black mood board I've made and I think I'm obsessed.

[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Marlene would at some point just stop coming out to new people so it goes like

them: are you seeing anyone rn?

Marlene: I am actually

them: oh, cool, what’s his name?

and then she’d just go

Marlene: Dorcas :)

and watch their face change

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Sirius Black X Reader: The older brother pt2

Took me forever but here it finally is part 2 to The Older brother

Part 1

Summary: You've found yourself intrigued by your friends older brother little did you know he's taken an interest in you as well.

Warnings: unwanted contact, violence, punching, cursing, dirty talk, smut, creampie, 69, cum eating, penetration (p in v), sub/dom(kind of), face fucking, oral (m& f), roughish sex. Not proof read (got lazy)

Word Count: 2K

Ten minutes felt like an eternity. 

You and Sirius had gone your separate ways, each of you trying to pretend that everything was fine. You were failing. Rather miserably in fact. You kept tugging at the hem of your dress anxiously. You’d been the one who started it but Sirius seemed to have a larger effect on you then you expected. Your thighs rub together in desperation for some sort of relief. You glance at the clock in the corner of the room. The one that had magically appeared the second Sirius had whispered in your ears. The room of requirements truly was wonderful.

You watched the clock hands move slowly. Had a minute always taken this long to pass or were you just so desperate that time had started to feel like it had slowed down. You made your way back to the drink table grabbing a shot of firewhiskey and throwing it down your throat. You glanced around the room, eyes searching for Sirius. Instead of catching sight of the black haired boy your eyes meet those of a slytherin one you recognized. He was Reggie's friend no doubt but you couldn’t remember his name for the life of you. Apparently your unyielding gaze had been interpreted as interest causing the boy to make his way to you.

“Bloody hell.”

You cursed yourself for your lingering gaze. Now you would have to deal with a couple minutes of awkward conversation and quite possibly a strong rejection. You raised your head when you heard your name slip from the boy's lips giving him a small smile. 

“How are you doing? Haven’t seen you in a bit.”

“I’m doing alright and you?”

What was his name? It’s on the tip of your tongue yet you can’t seem to remember. The brunette slytherin seems to realize your lack of recognition, letting out a laugh.

“You have no idea who I am , do you?”

“No…sorry.”

“It’s alright. Give me a chance to remind you.”

He moves closer to you, his hands finding your waist, his breath fanning over your face as he moves closer to yours. It’s in that moment that it hits you who this is.

“Barty.”

Despite your lips moving to form Barty's name it’s not your voice that calls it out. You turn towards the familiar sound of Sirius' voice, your body relaxing at the sight of him. 

“What do you want Black?”

“What are you doing?”

“What's it to you?”

“Listen mate, I like fun as much as the next guy but the lady doesn't seem to be enjoying herself. Let her go will you.”

Barty let out a drunken laugh, allowing you to smell the whiskey in his breath. You flinch away from him, trying to get away but his hands grip onto you harder. Sirius watches you squirm his hand clenching into a fist.

“I’m gonna ask one more  time. Let her go.”

“Or what? What are you gonna-”

Before he could even finish speaking your first made contact with his face, causing him to release you as he stumbled backwards. Barty put his hand to his cheek, eyes widening when he saw the blood coming from his busted lip.

“You bitch!”

Sirius' shoulders tensed at the boy's words, preparing himself to knock his lights out but he didn’t need to. The second Barty called you a bitch you've reached for your wand pulling it out in a flash and yelling “Petrificus Totalus”. Barty froze in place his eyes following you as moved closer to him so that your lips were near his ear.

“Pull a stunt like that one more time Crouch and freezing you won’t be the worst thing I come up with.”

You turned around flipping Barty the finger as you made your way to Sirius. The older boy grinned at you.

“That was-”

“Impressive?”

“Hot.”

You swallowed dry at Sirius flirty tone, images of your closet randevu flashing in your mind. You grabbed his hand, dragging him through the crowd towards the door. You could hear someone call your name but you didn’t care. There was only one thing on your mind and you needed to get away from everyone before your desire got to you.

The second you made it into Sirius dorm your hand was on him. You had no idea where the sudden confidence had come from but you weren’t complaining. And neither was Sirius. He’d never admit it to anyone but seeing someone take charge in the bedroom made him incredibly horny. Sirius hadn’t managed to get a single word out since you entered his dorm, far too busy jamming his tongue into your mouth to be able to speak. It was only when you sank to your knees in front of him that he muttered out a breathy “Oh Merlin”. He watched you struggle against his jean buttons, cursing the chains he wore on the belt loops every time they clinked against your rings. It was cute how hot and bothered you were. Sirius enjoyed seeing you like this. It was a lot different than you normally act: always shy and quiet. And now here you were, glancing up at Sirius with the most lustful eyes as you stuffed your palm down his pants.

“Who are you?”

“Anyone you want me to be, baby.”

“Fuck-oh bloody hell love.”

“Gee Siri haven’t even touched you properly and you're already whimpering for me.”

Sirius groaned at your words, his hips thrusting forward. You smiled at him, pulling your hands out from his pants so you could take them off. Before you got to free Sirius dick his hand latched onto your wrist. You turn your head to the side as you look up at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing love, it’s just….”

Sirius stopped for a moment trying to gather his thoughts. Was he really about to ask you this? He feared you’d be weirded out by his desires, it being your first time together and all. But the way you were looking up at him with lustful eyes as you rubbed your thighs together for some friction made him forget his fears.

“I want to taste you.”

“You can after i’m done i’ll let-”

“At the same time.”

“Sorry what?”

“Gonna make me spell it out hum?”

Sirius let out a laugh, shaking his head as he closed his eyes. Once he opened them again the playful demeanor was gone, replaced by complete and utter lust.

“I wanna fuck you with my tongue while you choke on my cock. Got it love?”

You nodded at Sirius, mouth parting slightly as you tried to steady your heartbeat.

“Well? Are you down?”

“Fuck yeah.”

Sirius pulled you up by the chin, his hands moving to remove your dress in deseparation as his lips moved against yours. The two of you tugged at each other's clothes, removing everything that would get in the way of your fun. Once you were both satisfied you broke apart the kiss, each observing the other's body for a moment. You never get over the sight before you. Sirius Black, Hogwarts notorious flirt, completely bare before you. Your eyes skimmed over his pale skin, eyes falling on the small burn scars littered here and there. You didn’t need to ask what they were. Reggie had told you enough about his family for you to know who was responsible for Sirius' scars. Sirius eyes moved over your bare body, his gaze conturing the beauty of your curves. Beautiful, he thought. Beautiful inside and out. You moved slowly towards him, your lips finding a scar near his collarbone and placing a kiss on it. Sirius hands found their way to your hips, squeezing softly.

“You are so pretty.”

“So are you Siri.”

“I know.”

You swatted at Sirius shoulders as you laughed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I meant it, you idiot.”

“Me too princess. And now I'm gonna prove it to you.”

Sirius walked over to the bed, laying down comfortably before motioning his finger in your direction.

“Come take a seat darling.”

You did as he asked, moving towards the bed. Once you got close enough you climbed onto the mattress, placing your thighs on either side of Sirius face. He latched his hands onto your legs, pulling your pussy flush against his nose.

“Sirius-oh-merlin.”

“Haven't even started and you’re already moaning my name.”

“Shut it you cocky bastard.”

“Cocky’s right. Bastard ah not so much.”

You moved your hand over Sirius dick , stroking it a bit before sinking it into your mouth. Sirius could cum right now, the feeling of your warm mouth on his dick and the feeling of your pussy rutting against his nose making him feel like he’d died and go to heaven. But the night was still young and he planed on lasting more than a fucking teenager. Not that you were gonna make it easy for him.

It wasn’t like you were having an easy time either. Each time you gave Siri a good suck his face lifted a bit causing his nose to bump into your clit. After a while of sucking you moved your hand to fondle Sirius' balls making him cum in a matter of seconds. You followed close after, your hands digging into Sirius thighs as you covered his face in your juices. Despite the soreness in your thighs you managed to manoeuvre yourself off of Sirius face. You laid next to him as you both tried to catch your breaths. Sirius' arm found its way around your body tugging you into his chest. You nuzzled into him sighing happily.

“That good hum?”

“Been a while since i came like that.”

“Seems like you’ve been with some mediocre lads.”

“Yeah I guess. Most boys only care about their own pleasure.”

“Yeah, only real men know how to treat a woman.”

“Oh yeah? Is that what you are, Siri, a man?”

Sirius passed a finger across his face collecting your juices and stuffing his fingers in his mouth. You watched with wonder as the older boy sucked his fingers clean.

“Well I'm the one who's got your cum all over my face aren’t I?”

You give him a cheeky smile, nibbling on the inside of your check as you lean to whisper into his ear.

“Want me to cum somewhere else?”

You reached down to Sirius semi hard cock, fingers skimming over it teasingly.

“Careful kitten, that's a dangerous game you're playing.”

“I think I can handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Before you could blink Sirius pulled you under him, his arms caging you. You moaned as Sirius hand found its way between your legs sticking two digits inside your pussy with ease.

“So wet for me baby.”

“Ah Siri!”

“That's it baby. Gotta get you nice and ready for my cock.”

You clenched around Siris fingers at his words, making him smirk.

“That's what you want right? Want me to fuck you good?”

“Please Siri, I want it so bad.”

“Okay baby, I'll give it to you. But only if you promise to be a good girl.”

“I promise.”

Sirius sank into your cunt, your walls sucking his dick in with ease. He groaned, resting his forehead against yours.

“Merlin, you're warm.”

“Ah fuck-Siri-you’re so big.”

He’d been told that before but for some reason hearing those words come out of your mouth turned some sort of animalistic instinct in him. Sirius started moving against you, his speed picking up with each moan you let out. The wet sound of your pussy filled the room. Sirius was sure that when the boys came back the dorm would still reek of sex but he didn’t give a shit. Right now the only thing he wanted to do was blow his load. Into your perfect pussy to be exact.

“I’m close- ah uh- need to pull out soon.”

“Don-Ah ughhh-don’t….spell-fuck Siri!-i’ll use the spell.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah yeah cum inside.”

Sirius seed filled your cunt as he reached his orgasm, the feeling of your walls tightening as you gushed over his dick making him let out a guttural moan. He sagged into your body, his lips finding your collarbone as you came down from your high. Sirius doubted that this would be the last round. In fact if it was up to him he’d never let you out of his bed. Funnily enough you felt the same way.

Who would have thought falling for your best friend's brother would land you in his bed. Not that you were complaining.

[moonymoodz]

Damnatio Memoriæ

The one with the bed creaks.

Pairing : Sirius Black x Fem!OriginalCharacter. (+ kind of unrequited Peter Pettigrew x Fem!Original Character)

Wordcount : 1.7k

Genre: quite suggestive, angst or fluff depending whose pov you’re on lol.

Warning : very suggestive, some may call it smut, depending on your personal sensitivity, but it’s not particularly graphic. Kind of (very) voyeuristic situation. Also, you might actually experience pity for Peter Pettigrew, which I feel is a warning in its own right, although you might also dislike him even more, it’s kind of a gray area ig.

Disclaimer : I’m not a native English Speaker so there might be some mistakes. Tough shit.

Masterlist

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Saturday May 17th 1978.

If there was one thing Peter Pettigrew had mastered, it was the art of silently waiting in the wings while others owned the stage.

The dorm room was dark, save for the faint silver light of the moon filtering through the heavy window. Peter lay on his side, the curtains around his four-poster bed drawn tight. Sleep wouldn’t come—not with the ghost of the common room’s laughter still ringing in his ears. He could hear their celebration dragging into the early hours, punctuated by bursts of laughter, drunken slurs, and the occasional crash of something breaking.

The door creaked open.

Peter’s breath caught as he heard the click of the latch, followed by the faint shuffle of feet and soft, muffled giggles. His heart thudded in his chest as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing himself invisible beneath the covers.

“Shhhhh,” a voice whispered, and Peter’s heart stopped.

Godric, please, no.

Cordelia’s voice was hushed but tinged with laughter, “Pete’s right here—“

“Relax,” Sirius drawled in a low murmur, his voice teasing. “He’s probably snoring. Aren’t you, mate?”

The freckled boy froze, his breath hitching, his fingers curling tighter around the blanket. He couldn’t move, couldn’t respond.

The sound of soft, fumbling movements suddenly filled the space again—the thud of shoes hitting the floor, the rustle of fabric as clothes were shrugged off and discarded. The mattress on Sirius’s bed creaked, and Peter’s cheeks burned with the realization of what was happening.

“Wait,” Cordelia whispered again, sharper this time, though her voice wavered slightly. “He’ll wake up.”

“Let him,” Sirius replied, his tone lazy. “He might actually learn a thing or two.”

Peter bit down on his lip, his breath trapped in his throat. His cheeks burned with humiliation, but he couldn’t bring himself to do anything. The bed creaked louder.

“Don’t be an arse,” she murmured, though there was still playfulness to it.

“Come on,” he spoke casually, “all I’m saying is, this might be the closest he gets to actual action before graduation.”

“Stop it,” she hissed in quiet warning.

“What?” He said, his grin practically audible, “It’s not exactly a secret. Poor guy is all stammering and blushing. You know he probably still fancies you, right?”

“It’s not funny,” she whispered again, sharper this time, her tone a mix of scolding and embarrassment.

Peter’s entire body burned with shame, his heart pounding painfully in his chest. He could’ve strangled Sirius in that moment. Strangled himself too, actually.

And yet, what followed was somehow even worse.

“Alright, alright.” Sirius let out a chuckle. His voice dipped lower, quieter, almost conspiratorial. “No more talk of Wormtail.” The bed creaked as he shifted, his tone turning warm and wicked in the same breath. “I’ve got much better things to do with my mouth right now.”

When Cordelia let out another quiet moan, soft and breathless, Peter’s stomach twisted again.

“You’re too sweet,” Sirius murmured between kisses. “Always worried about other people when I’m trying to get you to focus on me.”

“Sirius,” she whined, though her voice betrayed her, breathy and warm.

The sound of a kiss followed, wet and soft, the faint rustle of fabric as they moved.

“Godric,” Sirius murmured, his voice low and deliberate, “you’re too gorgeous for this world, you know that?”

Peter’s stomach twisted, his hands gripping the blanket so tightly his knuckles ached.

“I’ve heard it once or twice,” Cordelia whispered nonchalantly, though her voice trembled.

“My pretty girl,” Sirius teased, his voice thick with amusement, “And you’re all mine, aren’t you?”

Cordelia let out a soft sound, almost a laugh but warmer, needier. “Shut up.”

“Go on, say it,” Sirius whispered, his tone dripping with something that made Peter’s skin burn. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” she breathed.

Peter’s chest tightened as a soft, stifled moan broke through the air, and suddenly the dormitory felt too small, too hot. He could hear everything: the shift of sheets, the creak of the mattress, the faint gasp as Sirius planted kisses up and down her body.

Peter wanted to be disgusted, wanted to be angry, but his body betrayed him. His face burned with embarrassment as his heart raced, his breath quickening despite himself. He hated this. Hated that he couldn’t block out the sounds—the faint gasp as Sirius whispered something too low for him to hear, the soft hum of Cordelia’s voice as she responded. The slick sound of skin against skin.

Peter shifted under the covers, his body rigid, his breaths shallow. He kept his eyes shut tight, trying to will away the rhythmic creak of the mattress.

But then, against his better judgment, something compelled him. His hand trembled as he reached for the edge of the curtain surrounding his bed, pulling it back just an inch. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as his gaze darted to Sirius’s bed.

And there she was.

Her skin glistened with the faint sheen of an early sweat. Her hair tumbled loose across Sirius’s pillow, her lips parted as she arched her back slightly, the muscles of her neck taut. He could see the curve of her breast, the rise and fall of her chest as she gasped quietly.

Peter froze. It was nothing like he had imagined—and he had imagined it. More than he cared to admit, in stolen daydreams and restless nights.

Only, in that moment, he almost wished she were covered in warts, her skin marred and rough, anything that would make her less perfect, less unreachable. But no. Of course her skin was smooth as silk, calling to be felt.

A muscle in his jaw tightened as his gaze darted back to her face, catching the faintest frown of her brow as her head tipped back further with a whine.

Peter snapped his head back, his body flinching under the covers, when Sirius came into view again, his dark hair falling across her face as he shifted above her, blocking her features from sight.

The curtain fell back into place, and Peter’s fingers shook as they clutched the blanket to his chest. His breath came fast and shallow, the heat rising all the way to his face.

Then came another sound—soft, quiet, hers. A cry, muffled but unmistakable. It was delicate, almost shy, and it clawed its way under Peter’s skin.

“You like that, don’t you?” Sirius cut through the quiet, his voice lower now, rougher, laced with amusement.

“Stop it,” Cordelia whispered, her voice shaky, breathy—and Peter hated how much it betrayed her. She didn’t mean it.

“Stop what?” Sirius teased, his tone dropping into a growl, intimate and wicked. “This?”

There was another cry, sharper this time, and no less devastating. Peter squeezed his eyes shut, his fists trembling with the effort to keep himself still, silent.

“Sirius,” she gasped, her voice tight, a mix of warning and something else. “Come on—”

“Filthy girl,” Sirius muttered, his tone edged with a smirk. “Think what your etiquette tutor would say—”

Peter bit down harder on his lip, the sharp metallic taste of blood filling his mouth.

His hands curled into fists beneath the blanket, the fabric twisting in his grip as the humiliation and anger bubbled inside him, hot and bitter. How could they?

How could Sirius—knowing he was there, right there—do this? Sure, it wasn’t the first time Sirius had brought someone into their dormitory. Year four, five and a decent chunk of six had been booked and busy—a parade of giggling girls, each one more forgettable than the last. Peter had long since grown numb to it, forcing himself to ignore the creaks of the bed and the muffled laughter. It had been easier, then—back when it was just another girl, another conquest Sirius would brag about the next morning over breakfast, all charm and smirking arrogance.

But this wasn’t just another girl.

This was Cordelia.

And Peter knew—had known for a while—that Sirius and Cordelia were a proper thing now, serious in a way Sirius had never been with anyone else. It wasn’t a secret. It wasn’t even surprising, not really.

But that didn’t make it hurt any less.

The bed creaked faster now, more erratic, until it stopped suddenly, and Sirius groaned, low and guttural. The bile rose to Peter’s throat.

For a moment, there was nothing but the sound of their breathing, heavy and uneven.

Then Sirius chuckled softly, a sound Peter had heard a thousand times before but now couldn’t stand.

“Merlin,” he murmured, still catching his breath. His voice dropped low, almost too soft to hear. “How the hell can anyone live without this?”

Cordelia laughed faintly, “Without sex?”

Sirius hummed softly, the sound low and unhurried, as if considering it. When he spoke, his voice was quieter now, laced with something surprisingly close to devoutness. “Without you.”

The sound of a kiss followed, soft and slow, and Peter turned onto his back staring up at the dark canopy above him. He wanted to rip the curtains open, to shout at them, to do something. But he didn’t.

Instead, he lay there, silent and still, as the laughter and whispers faded into nothing.

Something dark began festering inside him, a feeling that had been passively brewing in the depth of his soul for longer than he cared to admit. Hatred.

He hated Sirius for taking everything as if it were owed to him.

He hated how Cordelia surrendered it to him so willingly.

But most of all, he hated himself for imagining there’d ever be a scrap left for him to enjoy.

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Traitor {Sneak Peak}

Severus Snape x Potter!Reader

Summary: The reader and Severus had been nurturing a secret relationship since Hogwarts. He uses their meetings to save her life, in turn, her family looses theirs.

Cw: Smut, +18, MDNI, manipulation, deception, lies, smut is on the rougher side. I feel like Severus Snape should be his own warning. Flawed and selfish reader (they learn) not proof read

“Severus.” You gasped, drawing out his name like it was an oath to keep. Your nails dug into his back, as the tall boy rocked forward, shoving your body back. Your head fell against the headboard, your plunge softened by the pillows he meticulously placed for you.

It wasn't the first time, his behaviors became second nature. The way his teeth sunk into your neck, his hands hooked on your shoulders, and his hips rutted into yours in a steady pace. It was familiar, it was comfort and guilt, greed and endless generosity. The way his arms secured you against him made your heart race.

It was a twisted web of love and heartbreak you threw yourself into and he fell victim to his own heart's betrayal, you owned him like no other.

Tears gathered in the corners of your eyes, no matter how many times Severus made you his own, the intrusion was always more than you could start with. It always began the same, his rough hands and commanding presence. Pushing you down to make way for himself. So much desperation and need, from his lips to your hot skin, from his wandering tongue to the space he made holy with worship between your legs. You had gathered this much; you were his atonement.

You went from the stresses of essays and expectations of outstandings’ to the question of each meeting being your last. He held you like it would be, he touched you like it would be, he snapped his hips into yours like it would be.

It didn't help that your meetings had become few and far between. Since you two started this scandalous affair at Hogwarts, it was hard to continue meeting. The war, the war your both danced along opposing sides of, kept you both far more busy than you would have liked. Tonight only being made possible by some agreement you took with Peter. He would check on your brother and his family tonight, ensuring they were safe, while you made true on your plan to rendezvous with Snape.

He muttered your name against your neck like a Hymn. His deep and stuttering drawl accompanied by his soft groans and gasps as he reached his high.

You were close behind, bending your knees to lock your ankles behind his back. Taking as much as you could, head thrown back once again, with enough force to arch your back.

“S-Severus!” You gasped out and he slowly sat up, watching the place your bodies connected with a sound you swore you've only heard animals make.

“Potter…” He panted and pressed his thumb against your hips, hard. The skin turned a tender color, as your moans drove him over the edge. He kissed you, deep and slow, swallowing any sounds you made as you met him at your end.

You both laid there in each other's arms. You were lightheaded, relaxing perfectly into the bed as he covered you. These moments were your favorite of the night. Where he held you, muttered sweet things he would never say outside of the bedroom, and waited for either a second wind or to get ready to go home.

As if to prove you wrong, he pulled out of you. You winced, only slightly, as your body was accustomed to the way you two usually have each other. You gave a low whine and tried to reach for him, he ignored you with a grimace and got to his feet, getting dressed.

“...Severus? Can’t you stay a moment longer?” You called out to him and he shook his head. Once he donned his cloak there was no amount of convincing you could do. You watched as he sat down at the edge of your bed. You inched closer, wrapping your arms around him from behind and kissing the nape of his neck.

“When?” You whispered softly. The question was so routine he didn't ask for context. When can I hold you again? Have you? When can I love you again? He rubbed his face, still slick with sweat but he still refused to stay a moment longer, even to clean himself. He didn't deserve that.

“I will letter you.” He muttered and you nodded. That was enough. Maybe he had it harder than usual this time, maybe something was haunting him that tonight just couldn't help him forget. You sighed and moved to kiss his lips but he shied away.

That stung.

“I am sorry, {Y/N}.” He whispered and you narrowed your eyes.

“Whatever for?” You hushed back. Your attention, suddenly, was caught by a shining light in the window. You hummed out, it was a Phoenix patronus. So much for a good night's rest.

Snape stood to his feet at the sight of it, grabbing his wand from the night stand and snapping around, apparating mere moments before Dumbledore’s patronus entered your chambers.

You stood up and began to get dressed, assuming it to be an emergency meeting of some kind. Then, his voice rang out in your room.

“October 31st, 1981.” It spoke like a letter. You knew what that format meant. You snapped around to look at the bird, eyes wide and shoulders slack.

“No..” You whispered.

“Peter Pettigrew, James Potter, and Lily Potter have fallen. Sirius Black had been apprehended as the main suspect in their murders.” You felt your world crashing over you. A million questions ran through your mind as you raised your hands and put pressure on your throat. You couldn't breathe. “Harry Potter has been taken to his maternal next of kin. Voldemort has been MIA. We are calling all arms.”

You were suddenly jostled awake by the sound of the front door slamming open. Now, in the fourteen years you had lived at 5 Privet Drive, you have never experienced such a jarring feeling of dread. It only worsened when you heard Harry's heavy breathing and the shuffling of feet at the doorway.

You jolted up and began to wrap yourself up in your robe. You pushed the intruding memories away, setting aside your guilt and growing sober at the reminder that you were home, the events had long since passed.

Rushing downstairs, you stared down at your frazzled and shocked nephew, the very boy you had told to not go outside on his own.

“Harry.” You snapped at him in a stern tone, but when his glossy eyes met yours, you broke. Hurrying down the last of the stairs to gather him up in your arms. He gripped your robe and let out a shaky breath, sniffling a bit. Clearly, he was still in shock, as his body shuttered against yours.

Eventually, an hour or so later, you had managed to calm him down and he told you what happened. With the Dursley boy, the dementor attack, how Ms. Figg came to their help. How the kind older lady had just dropped him off across the street and he came straight home when he knew Dudley was okay.

You stayed up with him for the majority of the night, eventually, he fell asleep on the couch as you cleaned up the chocolate and the tea you had made for you two. Ever since last year, with Voldemort's return, you had instructed him not to go anywhere, say anything to anyone, or be alone at any point. You didn't want to stress him, but the idea that the ministry might be under Voldemort’s heel was something that persisted since the first wizarding war.

However, no amount of sheltering or protection could have prepared either of you for Umbrige’s letter. The absolute defeat in his eyes was rattling. You wanted him to return to school desperately, but you also wanted nothing more than to hide him away. You never had a problem you couldn't fix for Harry, but since Hogwarts, he seemed to be getting to places you couldn't reach. You had hope when Dumbledore wrote to tell you both to stay put.

The days were long and Harry grew more and more withdrawn into himself as they passed. You tried to extend an olive branch to him, but he would turn in on himself more and more, doing his best to appease you.

Today was no different, your idle chatter and questions were met with hollowed eyes and quiet responses. It was like he couldn't possibly understand what was happening around him. Then, there was a firm knock on the door. You both glanced at each other from across the dining room table.

You sat up and crossed the room into the hall. There was another set of heavy knocks that made you jump a bit. When you leaned forward to glance out the peephole you were greeted with the ugliest face you've ever seen.

A face you missed dearly.

You threw the door open and smiled at him, Alastor Moody gave you his typical sneer, before gesturing out his hand. “What are you, some kind of stranger? Get in here!” He spat like an order and you smiled somber, hugging him. Harry slowly peaked his head out of the kitchen and watched with a furrowed brow.

“Is that how you greet your old professor, boy?” Moody tutted sarcastically and you pulled back, pulling softly on the promise ring on your fingers. Harry let his lip twitch into a slight smile.

“What are you here for?” You whispered and he waved his hand at your nervous teenager.

“Who else?”

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The second you got to 12 Grimmauld Place, Harry seemed to be in another world. Walking through the door you were greeted by Molly, who insisted Harry bring you and his bags upstairs. You were going to fight it at first, before you noticed what was happening. The voices filling the halls from the room in front of you, the familiar faces.

You realized what this was; a call to arms. The room that was once the kitchen had been filled with past order members, even Harry seemed to notice. Though, you wondered if it was more how he noticed Sirius and Remus through the crack of the door.

You debated with yourself, if you should allow Harry to come into the first meeting. It felt like an important thing for him to witness, but he was stressed, he had been put in an unfair position, and for once, you just wanted him to be able to be safe and rest.

You looked over to Harry as Molly stood with her hands on her hips. He looked a bit hopeful you would fight for him to be able to be there, but he seemed to frown a bit when you didn't exactly show that was your plan.

“Harry, why don't you get some sleep? It's been a long few weeks, I'm sure you've missed your friends.” You mused as you gestured up the stairs to where Hermione and Ron were staring down at you two with bright smiles. He seemed to smile even brighter than them, before you leaned down to whisper. “I'll give you the rundown tomorrow.” You hummed and he gave you a nod before grabbing his things, motioning to grab yours before a voice spoke up to cut in.

“Please, I'll get it. Sirius cleared out a room for you.” You looked up and were met with Remus’s hazel eyes. You couldn't help but let a familiar warmth grow in your chest at the sight of him, he had always been a bit doting on you, much like all your brothers friends.

“It's good to see you, Remus.” You hummed and leaned over to kiss his cheek. He pulled you into a side hug and chuckled.

“Letters just aren't enough sometimes, don't you agree?” He spoke against your temple and let a small kiss against your hairline.

“Not at all. Tea? Tomorrow?” You offered and he nodded.

“Of course. Go ahead, everyone is waiting to begin.” He insisted and he put a hand on Harry's back, leading him up the stairs by his side, where Harry was instantly swarmed by his friends.

You watched them disappear before your pleasant thoughts were cut off by Molly’s shrill voice. You quickly corrected your judgmental thoughts, that was unfair, she had done so much for Harry.

“You really shouldn't tell that boy about these things. He's so young.” She insisted and you shook your head, your face falling still.

“If he is old enough to carry a wizard’s responsibilities he is old enough to know of them.” You sighed and Molly shook her head with a huff. Clearly displeased with your response, but not fighting you on it. Harry was your ward. She needed to acknowledge that at some point, especially since she seemed to think you were a child still.

She eventually relented with trying to get her mom look to work. Ha, old lady, you perfected your own look raising a little Potter.

You finally made your way around her and into the meeting room. You were instantly greeted by Sirius, who lit up and hurried from across the room to engulf you in a hug. You gave a laugh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he practically spun you around the room. You allowed yourself to feel the budding joy at being reunited with your childhood friends.

Sirius chuckled and you even let out a few giggles, your legs bending to curl into the position a bit. He set you down after a few moments, fixing your outfit before your hair next, making you smirk. “Sirius.” You teased with an arched brow and he held his hands up as if to show he was done.

They soon found his hips and he looked down at you with a goofy smirk. “Look at you, when did you get so old, Niffler?”

“Same time you did, what's with the beard. What was it you said? Facial hair is so…square?” You hummed and he laughed.

“Oh, you date me so.” He sighed dramatically and you crossed your arms.

“Sorry, Black, but you've done that yourself. Even wearing proper robes?” You continued to pick at him and he grabbed your hand before you could touch his vest.

“Oh don't start, grandma pants.” He pushed and you gave a fake horrified gasp.

“Oh you absolute brute!”

Suddenly, there was a throat cleared from across the room. You hadn't noticed the room went quiet at your arrival. Not a pleasant feeling. Sirius turned and glared at the voice’s owner. You peaked around him and your eyes locked with none other then Severus Snape.

Your shoulders fell and suddenly, all the progress you had made was gone. Everything you had done, every bit of work you made on yourself to try not to think of him was nothing in comparison to his eyes on yours. That night, that night you learned he had asked you to be with him, in your own bed came flooding back.

The time you thought he wanted you just as much as you wanted him, he had been pulling you away from the little family you had left. He was prepared to see James, Lily, and your Harry killed, if it meant he still had you. You knew your own faults in it, how you abandoned your family to meet him, leaving them to the very man who would lead to the downfall of everyone you held dear, but your anger wasn't for one person alone.

The two people you hated most were in this room, and they were staring at each other's eyes. Severus, like he was looking for an answer to a question he should already know the answer to. And you.

Looking at him like he was what little scum was left in the world, burning a black hole into the seat as dark as his dress robes. You had been childish and ignorant to believe you could have him while fighting a war against him. That would always be your biggest regret. How Lily looked at you when she found out, refusing to allow you to be their secret keeper without a word of reason to your brother.

The words Dumbledore said to you when you first attempted to take Harry.

“What will you do with him, Potter? While you are still seeing Severus?” He looked at you with such kind and patient eyes as he tore you apart. “Perhaps, you were too young for all of this.”

As if the rest of you weren't.

It was like the years of avoidance brought more anger than you ever thought you could harbor.

When Severus stood from his chair and tried to cross the room to you, Sirius narrowed his eyes and went to grab your waist to pull you closer, but he was shocked to see you cross the room towards him.

Once you and Severus were a meager foot away from each other, he spoke first. “{Y/N}..” He whispered, but before he could speak further, you raised your hand and struck him across the face.

He didn't flinch, he didn't stumble, he held what little composure he had left and looked away from you. His dark hair covering his eyes and his reddening cheek. Sirius gave a delighted scoff, shocked that someone had the balls to do it. You turned sharply on your heels and started down Albus at the head of the table.

People began to whisper, some even snickered, and you held eye contact with the headmaster and he gave you a sympathetic look. You tried your best not to look more bitter than you already were. He eventually gestured for you to sit and you took the seat next to Sirius. Everyone seemed to fall quiet, before the door opened and Remus walked in. Severus was quick to take his seat.

He looked around as everyone turned to face him, and he looked startled. “Uhm.. do I have something on my face?”

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CHERRY TREE

husband!remus x wife!reader ; fluff

In which remus and his wife are waking up beside each other in their newly bought house

0.8 k

The sheets moved swiftly around you, their soft fabric complimenting your gracious body. You were asleep with your hair spread across your face and falling in a cascade on your back and arms. You were feeling warm. Not the uncomfortable warm, though, the one you feel when waking up and tightening the blanket around you. You also felt safe. This was something you loved. An arm passed over your waist as a protection to keep you in bed and close and warm. You loved waking up and feeling the heaviness of your husband’s arm. Remus was always one to go to sleep late, the one not to sleep at all even. But since you two had settled in this cosy place, he was spending more and more time with you in bed. He would often fall asleep before you as you played with his hair and massaged his scalp. Remus felt home between your arms. He had hidden for so many years that being able to be himself and not be afraid of hurting someone was just heaven to him. You and Remus had found that old water mill house some months ago, and you two fell in love with its peaceful atmosphere. The house was in a quiet neighbourhood surrounded by a lovely little cottage with extensive gardens and vergés.

The forest on the other side of the little river was beautiful and perfect for Remus to spend his full moons. You felt reassured to know he wasn’t too far from you during this time of the month. Thanks to your good wedges, you could get some wolfsbane for him, and you knew that Remus would pass the long nights wandering in the forest. You imagined he would follow the fairies around and run after the little magical creature. Remus saw a future with you here, and you were forever grateful. It had been so hard to find an isolated place to protect your husband from the others. It felt unreal to establish somewhere like here. 

The feeling of the cover being torn away from you stopped your reasoning, and you turned around to look at your gorgeous husband rolled into the covers. 

‘I love you, Lupin. But you promised to share all your belongings, that includes the cover.’ You said, tickling his nose with your pinky as you watched him softly blink his eyes open. 

‘I don’t think it means all my belongings. I’m sure there’s some kind of exception for the sheets, cover and probably the food too.’ You chuckled at his comment and kissed him.’Good morning, dove.’

‘Good morning, darling.’ You smiled. ‘Did you sleep well?’ 

He nodded and stretched his arms over his head before wrapping you in them. 

‘I slept alright, and you? Are you hungry? We’ve got some fruits. The neighbours gave them.’ 

‘Slowly, Rem.’ You kissed his hand and gently put it in your hair.

‘One at a time?’

‘One at a time.’ 

Remus sighed and started petting your hair, wrapping his long, thin fingers around the strands. In this instant, he thought he would have been more than happy to die beside you and keep this as the last thing he would see in his life. You were his everything, after all. You had been there for him when he needed comfort back at school and would be with him when he grew old. And more than anything, you were with him right now, right at this instant. You were giving him this look full of love and caring, and he swore he had never seen a more beautiful thing in his life than your bright smile and tired eyes looking at him. He was eternally madly in love with you. Remus was sure of that because he knew that if you were an ocean, he would let himself drown. If you were a fire, he would eat himself burn, and before all this, if you were the earth, the dirt beneath the grass, he let his body crawl to you and rot. Remus would love you even if you killed him because you only mattered now. Remus never thought he would have the chance to be loved and love like this. Ever since Remus was a child, he saw how dangerous love could be for others, and he wanted nothing dangerous for his loved ones. But his soul deceived him the day he saw you under that cherry tree, in your little lime green dress with your hair tied with a ribbon. Remus knew he was doomed right at that moment. He knew he was your slave for eternity. 

‘… Rem? Are you listening?’ 

‘Sorry, darling. What did you say?’

‘You know, sometimes I really wish to know what’s going on in that head of yours.’ You scoffed and slowly made your way up. ‘I was saying we should slow down on heavy food. I think I took some weight.’ 

‘Oh, but my darling, I’m the happiest man alive if I can get more of you.’ 

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November Prompt 20: Handmade

Words: 308 | Pairing: Severus Snape x reader

You aren’t sure what to expect when you receive a letter from your boyfriend inviting you over tonight, and on such short notice, but you waste no time throwing something nice on and apparating outside of the tiny cottage he’s called home for decades. There’s a cool breeze that sweeps through the night once you arrive, dead leaves rustle across the cement ground and brush over your black leather boots as you approach the door and place a gentle knock.

On the other side, you hear instant shuffling, then the door swings open. In all the years you’ve dated Severus, you’d never seen him cook, let alone have an apron on. The sight brings a giggling burst from your lungs and he smiles nervously, whisking you in before any far off neighbors have a chance to bat an eye.

“What’re you doing?” You chirp and kick your shoes off before joining him through the dining room.

The candles set on the table don’t go unnoticed nor do the set up placemats or the herby aroma brewing throughout the cottage. He’s making you dinner and everything’s being handmade, and that brings tears to your eyes.

You soon join him in the kitchen, wrapping your arms around his waist and resting your head against his upper back with a soft breath.

“I absolutely love you, Severus,” you hum against him.

The rustling of the recipe book in his hands comes to a stop and he turns in your arms. With a soft smirk, he uses the thick oven mitts to push the curls from your face before planting a soft kiss on your forehead.

“I love you too, my dear,” he breathes softly just before the timer rings to a buzz against the countertop letting you both know that it’s now time to enjoy what he’s spent all day preparing.

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Hi i was wondering if you could write something for James Potter x fem!reader already in a relationship. Maybe they’re at a party and some guy makes her uncomfortable and won’t leave her alone and it’s just James being the protective bf he is.

If not don’t worry!!! xx

Title: Protection Charm

Pairing: James Potter x Reader

Warnings: mentions of sexual assault/harassment, eventual smut

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Y'all are real lucky that I've been in a marauders era and have been reading ATYD. Read ATYD here! Feel free to request more from this era!

“But why do I have to go this party?” Remus whined as he took a bite of his eggs. 

“Moony! It’s your birthday party!” Sirius said, looking completely affronted that Remus would ever suggest such a thing. 

“Come on, Remus! We went through all the trouble planning it and inviting everyone and-” James started but Remus cut him off. 

“Wait a minute,” Remus held his hand up and looked at his friends sitting in front of him, “who exactly did you invite?”

“Well…everyone! You’re very popular, Moony.” Peter said with a grin. Remus looked like he was going to blow him top sooner rather than later and you thread your hand through Remus’s arm. 

“What would you like to do for your birthday, Remus?” You asked.

“Get drunk with you lot,” he shrugged. 

“Isn’t that what we’re going to do at the party?” Sirius threaded his fingers through his hair and looked at Remus had just been dropped from space.

“I mean just with us!” Remus shook his head, tearing a piece of toast in half and handing you the bigger piece. 

“How’s this, Remus? The party is happening whether you like it or not so let’s get really pissed tonight and next weekend we can get even more pissed at Hogsmeade.” You suggested, dodging the bigger piece, grabbing the smaller one and spreading a bit of marmalade on it. 

“Fine. But I’m not blowing out any candles.” Remus said, draining his tea and standing up. 

“Where are you off to?” James asked. 

“Have to turn in an essay to Binns. Told him I’d get it to him first thing in the morning.”

“See you later, Remus,” you called to the lanky marauder. 

“Cheers love,” Remus gave you a quick peck on the cheek before disappearing from the great hall. 

“Now hold on a second,” Sirius started and you only knew that he’d begin with the dramatics, “why on Earth does Moony get to kiss your girlfriend?” Sirius turned his head sharply to face James. 

“I’m a person!” You protested lightly. 

“Remus is like her older brother. I also don’t control what she does,” James shrugged, moving closer to you so he could put his arm around you.

“So can I kiss her?” Sirius asked James. 

“Still a person!” You rolled your eyes. 

“No. Remus is an older brother. You’re a dog, Sirius.” James rolled his eyes and tightened his arm around you. 

“Are you jealous, Mr. Potter?” You said with mock shock.

“Not jealous, just making sure you don’t get fleas from Padfoot.” James laughed, dodging the piece of bacon that Sirius had flung at James’s head. 

Classes always seemed to take longer when a marauder’s party was scheduled to follow. You promised that you and Remus could have a little dinner just the two of you so you snuck off to Hogsmeade for a quick dinner of pub food and butterbeer at the three broomsticks before the party. 

“Listen I know you said you wouldn’t blow out any candles but,” you pulled out a cupcake with a single candle in the middle. 

“God I’m glad James is dating you,” Remus said, blowing out the candle and cutting the cupcake in half. He handed the larger half to you, which you refused because there was no way you were going to allow Remus to have the smaller half of a cupcake on his own birthday. 

“You’re such a sweetheart,” you said with a grin. 

“Don’t tell the boys but if you and James ever break up, I’m on your side.” Remus smiled. You walked back to the Gryffindor common room with Remus’s arm around your shoulders. The common room erupted with cheers with the guest of honor entered and Remus sent you a bewildered look. 

“Firewhiskey?” You asked him. 

“Definitely,” he nodded as Mary, Lily, and Marlene cornered him and started peppering him with ‘birthday pecks’. You could see James and Sirius playing beer pong and by the sound of their cheers it seemed like they were winning. You poured Remus a strong glass of firewhiskey and then a glass for yourself when you felt a hand on the small of your back. You knew Remus was still cornered by the girls, you could hear James and Sirius at the pong table, and you could see Peter sneaking off with some girl in Hufflepuff. So who’s hand was on your back? You turned to see an attractive seventh year Slytherin, Lucius Malfoy, grin down at you. 

“Hi darling, who’s the other drink for?” 

“Hi Lucius,” you shrugged Lucius’s hand off and stepped away so you were facing him, “the other drink is for Remus.”

“Oh of course, the man of the hour,” Lucius sounded like he was making his voice extra sultry. 

“Surprised to see you here. Didn’t think you were a fan of Gryffindor parties.” You said cautiously. 

“I’d never turn down an opportunity to see you, love. I do have a question for you, though.” Lucius’s finger hooked under your chin so you made eye contact with him. 

“Alright?”

“Are you dating Lupin?”

“Remus? Oh no-”

“Excellent,” Lucius leaned down and kissed you rather forcefully. You put your hands on his chest and pushed him back. 

“Lucius. I’m dating James,” you didn’t want to make a scene but Lucius’s grip on your arms was pretty tight and he gave no indication that he was going to let go. You glanced back at James but he was currently absorbed in making Sirius drink from one of those funnels that Mary had brought back from the muggle world. 

“I don’t see him around.” Lucius said, leaning his head down to kiss you again. His lips were against yours but you didn’t kiss him back. 

“Let me go Lucius, I’m serious,” you said, trying to pull yourself away. 

“Come on now, don’t be a bitch,” Lucius said, his grip tight on your wrists. You were beginning to panic when you felt Lucius pull away from you. You looked up in time to see James punch Lucius right in the jaw. 

“What the fuck, Potter?” Lucius said, holding his jaw with one hand and pulling out his wand with the other. 

“Get away from her, Malfoy. Get out of Gryffindor tower before I hex you,” James said, positioning himself in front of you. 

“Not if I hex you first,” Lucius said, hissing out a curse. James was ready with his own but Remus yelled, 

“Expelliarmus!” Remus snatched both James and Lucius’s wands, “Now you two are making me exercise my prefect duties on my own birthday. Detention for you both. Malfoy get the fuck out of here.” 

“Fuck off, Lupin.” Malfoy said, clearly not thrilled at the idea of returning to the dungeons with a bruised ego and a bruised jaw. 

Peter and Sirius were struggling to hold James back and you heard Sirius hiss at his brother Regulus, 

“If you’ve ever done anything good for me ever in your life you will get Malfoy out of here right now.”

Regulus was not going to disagree and along with a few other Slytherins, they hauled Malfoy out of Gryffindor tower. 

“Let’s do a round of shots!” Sirius said with a grin. He had no intention of letting the party halt because of some interhouse drama. James turned and wrapped you in his arms, 

“Are you okay?”

“Let’s get out of here.” You said shakily. James nodded and you both slipped out of Gryffindor tower. James’s wand was raised just in case you ran into Malfoy again but it seemed that Regulus had made sure that Malfoy didn’t linger. He lead you to the astronomy tower where you sat on the edge with your legs dangling and shared a cigarette. 

The energy between you was uneasy, uncomfortable. James was obviously still upset with Malfoy but was trying to keep calm for you. You were still processing Malfoy’s disgusting behavior. You couldn’t help yourself, though, and you started to laugh. Little chuckles at first but then full belly laughs and finally you were doubled over trying to catch your breath as James stared at you. 

“What the hell is wrong with you?” He finally asked, after pulling you by the forearm after you almost toppled over the edge of the tower which only made you laugh harder. 

“You were jealous,” you giggled, your hands clasped firmly over your mouth. 

“I-” James started but he too started to see the humor in it and he started to laugh too. 

“How’s your hand?” You asked, picking up James’s left hand and examining his knuckles. There were bluish bruises forming already and you knew he’d probably need to go to the hospital wing in the morning. 

“It’s fine. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asked. You let out a weak chuckle and nodded. 

“Yeah. Thank you for…you know.” You said with a smile. 

“Of course, love. I’ll always be here for you,” James practically whispered. You brought his bruised knuckles up to your lips and kissed them lightly. You kissed around his hand and then on the sides of his fingers and then you slid one of James’s long fingers into your mouth. James took in a sharp breath and watched you, mesmerized, as you slid your tongue around his digits. James let out a strangled moan when he saw how deep his fingers stretched down your throat. You released his fingers softly and looked up at him with doe eyes. James’s eyes were lust blown and he was looking at you while breathing very hard. 

“Come here,” he pulled you towards him and kissed you hard, his hands knotted in your hair as he practically consumed you. He was starving and you were his last meal. He kissed down your jaw and down your neck before coming back up to your lips. 

“We should have sex,” you panted. James nodded. 

“Yeah definitely.”

“I don’t think I can make it back to the dormitory,” you shook your head. 

“No, I can’t either.”

“You got an Outstanding in transfiguration right?”

“Yeah,” James looked at you like you had grown another head for talking about school at a time like this.

“Then transfigure these desks into a bed.” You said, your fingers fumbling with his belt buckle. 

“Oh! Yeah, fuck…yeah.” James nodded, throwing his sweater somewhere across the room.  He was fumbling in his pockets for his wand and you sunk to your knees, pulling his wand out of his pocket and handing it to him before pulling his cock out of his underwear and putting it in your mouth. 

“Oh my god,” James gasped, one hand on the brick wall of the tower. You let the head of James’s cock brush the back of your throat before you made eye contact with him and pulled away. 

“James, the bed,” you grinned before leaning down and taking one of his balls in your mouth while jerking him off.

“In my defense,” he said in a strained voice, “it’s a little hard to focus.” James was able to transfigure the desks into some sort of futon before letting out a strangled moan and saying “please stop before I cum in your mouth.”

You stood up and took your shirt and bra and dusted your knees off before reclining back on the futon. 

“Are you going to fuck me?” You asked, spreading your legs and pulling down your underwear. James watched with pure shock and adoration as you let your panties dangle on an outstretched foot before letting it drop to the ground. 

“Yes, yes! Absolutely.” James nodded, diving onto the futon and burying his face in your pussy. His lips immediately attached to your clit as he maneuvered three fingers inside you. James kissed you deeply before you broke away from his lips and moaned into his open mouth. 

“Fuck, don’t stop I’m going to cum.” You panted. James grinned and if you had been able to open your eyes you would’ve seen how embarrassingly fogged up James’s glasses were. He was also rutting against the edge of the futon and moaning into your own mouth. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist as you rode his hand into your orgasm. You barely had a moment to come down from it before James was fully ripping your skirt off and pushing himself inside of you. 

“I learned-” James could barely get two words out through his moans and you had to take a minute to wipe the inside of his glasses so you could actually see his eyes, “-a charm hold on a minute.” James stayed inside you as he reached over your head for his wand again. He mumbled something and pointed his wand at one of the crystal balls. The ball shot itself into James’s outstretched hand and transformed into a rapidly vibrating clitoral stimulator. James pressed it against your clit and you dug your nails into his bicep. 

“Where on earth did you learn a charm like that?” You gasped, feeling a second orgasm coming on. 

“Moony is a genius,” James said, before practically screaming, “I’m going to cum!” 

You could nod as you came, nearly sobbing and moaning. James came too, moaning loudly and resting his forehead against yours. You pushed the vibrator away and took a few minutes to breathe laying back while letting James rest his head on your chest. 

“So wait a second,” you said once you and James were able to restore your heart rates to a normal BPM. 

“What is it?” James looked adorably goofy with his glasses all fogged up again and you took them off and wiped them. 

“What do you mean Remus taught you that charm?”

“He’s a man of many talents,” James said with a shrug. 

“He deserves a much better birthday party then.” 

[maeblack]

„Yeah love?

- some deep desire you want to tell me?“

Paring: young Sirius Black x reader

Warnings: includes smut –> teasing, kissing, sex and a very annoying James Potter

also, English is not my first language and I’m doing my best, so please be patient with me and be warned :)

Word count: 3643

Summary: while history of magic got a bit boring Sirius and you didn’t pay attention at all. So it leads to a bit teasing in class. But finally as class ended everything didn‘t work as planned.

My fingertips slide along his tights over to his lap. „Aw someone’s needy“ Sirius exclaimed smirking with a sugar sweet voice. He raised his hand to grab a strand of my y/h/c hair, so he could play with it. His eyes followed every single action his fingers did. I already knew what he was up to which made me breath in sharp. „You might not want to start something you can’t finish“ he said now looking directly into my eyes. I shivered as I hold my breath. This influence he had towards me was a curse and blessing together. „Who say I can’t finish this?“ I whispered as my glance travelled along his face. „Well- “ he smirked and put his distinctive Sirius Black look on. As professor Binns raised his voice again Sirius turned his gaze forward.

But I knew he didn’t pay attention. How could he? Slowly I guided my fingertips along his thighs and over to his mid again. A smile played around my lips as he took unnoticed a deep breath in, to control himself. Suddenly, as his fingers let go of my hair and traveled down to grab my thigh, I bite my lower lip. A well known feeling appeared in my stomach, as his hand traveled up even more. The teasing was amusing.

Until Sirius hand reached my mid. Now it was my turn to stay in control. I sighed slightly, at the loss of his touch while his hands traveled down at the inside of my thighs. He chuckled at my reaction. He played it cool, but I could see in his gaze how much my little teasing affected him, like his did me. As I got lost in my thoughts, my fingertips slid from his thighs over to his mid a bit to harsh. In the suddenly new action a moan escaped his throat. He bit his lower lip, the moment he released what happened. I suppressed a laugher. Than my gaze flew carefully around the classroom. Everybody seems to mind their own business. If somebody had heard us then the two in front of us.

James sat now, after he had to swap seats with me as a punishment last week, right in front of us, next to Lily. Professor Binns thought James and Sirius would be more concentrated if they wouldn’t sit next to each other. How wrong he was...

Neither James nor Sirius nor me were now paying attention in his class. The only one who did was Lily. But how could it be otherwise.

I exchanged a nervous gaze with Sirius. He looked a little bit shocked but now a mischievously grin appeared on this lips. Non of the two in front of us seemed to know what happen a seat behind them. Lily starred strait at the board where Professor Binns stud, every now and then she added something to her parchment. James leaned in his seat facing her, not paying attention to anything except her. I sighted in relief.

But the next moment a shiver ran down my back as I saw Peter staring at us. I nudged Sirius, who didn’t noticed the same I did. One of his hands already started to play with my hair again, the other tightened his grip around my thigh. „Hm?“ he asked thoughtlessly. Then his gaze followed mine. Peter sat next to Remus, a seat near Lily and James. „What?“ Sirius mouthed questioning as if nothing happened. Peter turned around to look at Professor Binns before he started to mouth an answer. „What the hell?“ I whispered confused „I literally didn’t understand one word“. „Me neighter“ Sirius hissed concentrated. I rolled my eyes not sure if he really hadn’t understood. „If you have it, give a word“ I uttered, while my fingertips travelled playfully up and down his thighs again. But now Sirius didn’t seem to care either, about what Peter had said. His eyes already searched up my face and followed every little move I made.

The moment professor Binns ended class, Sirius stud up abruptly. I looked up at him grinning. „Y/n, can we please go“ he than begged wispering as I didn’t move. The expression on my face got more amused. „Now“ he declared emphatically. „Sure“ I nodded as I took his reached out hand. „Hey, where are you two going?“ Remus asked interested as Sirius was about to hurry out the classroom. „I thought you said you would be learning after class...“ he mentioned. Sirius cleared his throat. „How are we supposed to do our essays without books, my dearest moony?“ he assured. Remus raised an eyebrow. „Actually I was talking to y/n...“ he than informed Sirius. I giggled. „But good for you if you do something too, pads“ he laughed „I don’t want to help you again, the evening before the essay has to be finished“. Sirius intertwined our fingers while waiting impatiently and searched for my glance. „Fine than Sirius and I will go upstairs and grab our books... we‘ll see you after in the common room, okay?“ I listed. Remus nodded. „Oh but I will join you a bit later, because I promised Professor McGonagall to tutor a few third years...“ he reminded. „Yeah me too“ Lily added. „Just the best of the best“ James joked appreciatively. Lily rolled her eyes annoyed. „Shut it Potter“ her voice nearly cold. I exchanged an amused gaze with the others. „Maybe James said more than enough this period of professor Binns class“ I speculated grinning. „Of course he did“ Peter confirmed. James made a face towards us visibly annoyed.

„Okay than see you later guys“ Sirius smirked as everyone of us went their own way in the hallways. Around the next corner he crashed his lips into mine and pinned me against the wall. His lips placing kisses along my jaw down my neck. „Sirius“ I managed to say „we can’t stay here“. I giggled while I pushed him away slightly.

Harshly he pulled me in for a kiss. His hungry lips crahed into mine. I sighted into his mouth as he pulled me closer and guided me on his lap, while he sat himself down on his bed. His hands cared along my back until they were placed on my waist. I could already feel the heat coming up in my stomach. My fingertips traveled along his chest enjoying every moment of it. Than they reached their well known place in Sirius soft hair. He broke the connection of our kiss breathlessly. „So needy today, hun?“ I asked mischievously. „Oh yeah“ he exclaimed grinning before he closed hungry the space between us again. Now slipping his tongue into my mouth. Both of us fought over dominance. But the moment my mid stoke against his, he sighted. Which let my take control for once. I laughed into the kiss. Yeah, he was really needy today. A miracle how he managed class like this. The moment I started unbuttoning his shirt, the door was opened. I winced by the sudden interruption. Sirius sighted at the loss of my touch. „Oi, did everything ends up with you two making out?“ James shouted over as he entered the dorm. Only now Sirius opened his eyes in confusion. He hadn’t realized that his best mate had entered the room, until his own moans were replaced with the joking voice of James Potter. I cleared my throat. „Is this a rhetorical question or do we have to answer this?“ I asked trying to sound amused. James laughed as he dropped himself on his bed. Sirius chuckled at my answer. „I thought you two just wanted to grab something... and I thought you didn’t meant an orgasm“ James joked. „Well... Luckily we don’t have to do it on our own, like other people in this room“ Sirius replied cocky. I chuckled. James just starred at us for a few seconds instead of answering. Then the room went silent, until Sirius raised his voice again. „What exactly are you doing here prongs?“ he questioned reproachful, now looking at James. „Oh nothing special... I just live here“ James answered while getting comfortable in his bed. It didn’t seemed as if he would leave soon. I sighted as I was about to get up from Sirius lap. But as he didn’t removed his hands from my waist I was forced to stay there. He bite his lower lip and growled slightly, as I bumped into his lap again.

„James, don’t you have to do something else than laying in bed? For example planning how to ask Lily out? Or by Merlin just doing your essays?“ I asked as I looked up at him. „No... to be honest“ James started and continued with a waterfall of words. But I didn’t listened. I couldn’t even manage to catch a clear thought. „Bloody hell, prongs just bugger off“ Sirius interrupted him annoyed. James looked at him in surprise.

„Okay, now that you two don’t want my company either“ he than said pouting while he was about to stand up from his bed. But suddenly he paused his doing. „But you know what? Only because you two where here first you can’t tell me not to be here“ he ended his sentence. „What?“ Sirius gasped. „Oh hell... bad day“ I uttered more to Sirius addressed than to James, who answered instead „Yeah even I have a bad day sometimes“. I sighted while covering my face with my palms. „I bet now comes the fucking story?“ Sirius barked. „Yes because you asked so nicely, padfoot...“ James assured grinning sarcastically. „What did I do to deserve this today??“ Sirius expressed dramatically. „Oh come on... I’m not that boring. Plus I will make it short for you“ James declared „but don’t be in such a bad mood pads, otherwise y/n will probably search for a new guy to have fun with...“. „Oh I want to see your mood, if you would lay in bed with lily, snogging and I would come in and tell a story nobody wants to here...“ Sirius mumbled aggressively, holding himself back. „If this will happen I‘ll remind you“ James challenged eyebrows raising. „For sure“ Sirius replied while letting his head sink back into the pillows „just continue with your story time so we can finish what we were up to“. James didn't have to be asked twice.

„Could you just sit still?“ Sirius hissed through clinched teeth. „Hm?“ I hummed questioning not getting what he wanted. „You’re sitting very comfortable on my dick“ he whispered „and if you‘re moving, it drives me this kind of crazy...“. He broke up his sentence. But he didn’t have to finish it, the heat in my stomach already started burning at his words. „And if you won’t stop I can’t hold myself back any longer... and than it might happen that I just don’t care about prongs on the bed next to us“ he declared while his voice got more and more mischievously. „I‘m sorry“ I said smirking with an excusing expression on my face. „But sitting still dives me crazy“ I admitted as I tried not to move. Now Sirius started grinning at me „I think you‘re very needy too“. „Maybe“ I whispered smirking. For a moment Sirius went quiet as he glared over to James, who gestured wildly while talking about this and that, lily here and lily there, quidditch and class and so on. „Slowly I begin to just don’t fucking care how bad his day was because he is just about to ruin my day too“ Sirius exclaimed growling. „As if you ever cared within the last ten minutes?“ I announced „He talked about I-don’t-know-what longer than I heard professor Binns today in class“. Sirius nodded. „how selfish...“ was the last thing I heard from him, than now James loudly started to plan a new idea about how I cloud help him with lily so that he would be the guy who is snogging in this dorm. And suddenly I heard myself raising my voice and interrupting them both. „James just shut the fuck up“ I shouted. It went silent and James looked at me in shock. „In the moment I really don’t care“ I growled „you know, I can handle much, okay? But this is clearly to much... you can’t just come in here while you saw us snogging and report how bad your day was while I have to sit on Sirius boner and have to listen to your bullshit“. Sirius opened his mouth but closed it again without admiring some of his sassy comments. James stared at me for a second and than just started laughing. My face fell. Now I was the one who stared at him in disbelief. „What’s your fucking problem today, prongs?“ Sirius questioned irritated. „Just get out of here... now“ he added growling while gestured wildly. James lifted himself up from his bed, still laughing, and walked over to the door. He slammed against the frame while he opened. „How long did I make it?“ he asked now. „What the fuck“ Sirius exclaimed as he sat himself up. Than Peters voice was heard „doesn’t matter. You won“. „Yesss“ James cheered. „What-“ I turned around to make sure I understand right what happened. A bit to fast, I noticed, as Sirius moaned slightly. I suppressed a laugher. „Ow you will get this back, believe me“ Sirius hissed towards me. „Yeah? Prove me“ I challenged. „I would love to“ Sirius smirked with a raspy voice. My stomach clinged at the tone of his voice.

For a second I totally forgot my anger until James addressed his speak to us. Again. „I clearly have to say sorry“ he announced. „What?“ I asked now in more than just disbelief. In James’ face no sign of sorry. „Wormy and I made a bet, as the two of you were in here for so long. That’s why I had to give you two my company as long as I could“ he explained mischievously. I raised my eyebrows at his explanation. Not able to find words for this. „I will kill you, Potter“ Sirius growled through clinched teeth „I will kill you both after this“. James grin disappeared but in his eyes a shine of amusement as he raised his eyebrows appreciative. „And that’s the moment where we have to leave“ he than announced and bowed „much fun you two“. „You deserve it“ Peter added grinning before he closed the door behind him. „Yeah better leave“ Sirius affirmed. „You own me your poisons essay, wormtail“ James informed Peter while their steps became more quiet in the hallway.

Still not sure what just happened, I turned back to face Sirius again. His expression relaxing while they formed a choky grin as he locked eyes with me. His eyes searching in mine while he stroked a strand of my hair behind my ear. I took a deep breath and felt my body began relaxing too. „What a pair of idiots“ I sighted nearly soft as I got lost in Sirius dark gray eyes. „Yeah“ he hummed. His face only millimeters away from mine. I closed the last space between us and pressed my lips against his. The kiss started soft but got more intense with every second. My hands at their so familiar place in Sirius hair. He let his tongue slid along my lips to beg silently for inlet. I opened my mouth as I sighed. Now welcoming his sweet taste. I adored it always, like it was the first time I could taste it. His hands disappeared under my shirt until they pulled it over my head. Then he began kissing down my jaw and neck as I unbuttoned his shirt and stroke it off. I moaned slightly as he nibbled on the sweet spot in my neck. I already knew tomorrow everyone would be able to see his work of art. But I didn’t care. Slowly I leaned into his chest which made him sank down into the mattress. The moment he felt the soft pillows in his back, he flipped me over, so he was on top. Sirius worked himself, with kisses and soft bites, down to my breasts. His hands traveled to the back of my bra as I arched my back. He freed my breast only to attack them with kisses and licks. I sighted enjoying. Now his eyes met mine. I swallowed hard against my dry throat. He hunched over me to connect our lips again. My hands around his neck while my fingers played with his hair. One of his hands slowly made the way down to my mid. The so long awaited touch made my whined. Sirius chuckled at my reaction. „Maybe now I can satisfy your desire“ he forewarned me. Before he slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my skirt and slip. I moaned out at the unexpected touch. His long fingers parted my folds and slided over my clit. „Already so wet for me, love?“ he asked while pulling back his hand only to get rid of my clothes. The sudden cold let me shiver. But with the bare touch on my tights, while he parted them, the heat in my stomach came up again. Then he began placing kisses from my breasts down to my mid. A few millimeters before he reached the place I needed him the most, he stopped. I sighed at the loss of touch, only to whined as he suddenly placed his thumb on my clit. „Sirius“ I whimpered as he didn’t move. „Yeah love?“ he asked innocently „some deep desire you want to tell me?“. My hips begann to move slightly. But this made him only press his thumb harder against me. I was about to say something as he suddenly rubbed his thumb at my clit. I moaned out at his fast movements, not able to form words. Nearly a moment before I thought I would reach a high he stopped and took a long, slow lick against my entrance and clit. I catch breath barely. „I promised you, you will pay for that sooner or later“ he admitted with a grin. „Sure“ I breathed out while I let my head fell back. But in the next moment he parted my folds again and licked along them. A moan escaped my throat. His licks got shorter with every moment. My hand traveled down and grabbed a handful of Sirius dark hair. The heat in my stomach grew bigger and bigger. But every time I was about to get over the high, Sirius stopped his doing and found something new to tease me with. Now without warning he slides his middlefinger into me. I moaned out his name, as he continued licking while his finger started bumping into me. He added a second finger which made me whine out even more. „You’re so tight as always“ he mumbled soft against me while he circled his fingers inside me.

„You think you can handle me already, love?“ he asked after a few more thrusts. I nodded, as he looked up to meet my eyes. I pulled his face up to mine for a kiss. The softness from his lips calmed my body down. I fiddled on his trousers until I pulled them and his boxers down. Slowly I tangled my fingers around his chock. While he started moaning into the kiss. After a few movements of mine, he broke the connection of our lips to take a deep breath. I smiled soft as I admired him while he moaned out my name. „Already showing me what your beautiful hands can do for me...“ he announced whispering. As I got a bit faster his breathing got shorter. But the moment before he could reach his high, he grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to his lips. Only to place a kiss to the back of my hand. Now he hunched over me, his face millimeters away from mine. Then his tip stroke against my entrance as he locked eyes with me. I whined out, the moment he gently bumped his first thrust into me, while he moaned a slow and raspy „fuck“. His rhythm became faster as the moans got louder. Sirius‘ hand traveled down my body until he reached my clit. I whined out as he began circling around it. I reached every few seconds a new high. Quickly his circles against my clit became rubs. Together with his thrusts, I was about to drove crazy. I arched my back while I felt the heat in my stomach grew overwhelming. „Sirius“ I whimpered „I- I‘m…“. „Shht it’s okay love“ he whispered in my ear „Come for me. Come all over me“. His words gave me the final push. I felt the heat floating through my whole body and my legs started trembling a bit. My mid clinched around him. Which made Sirius moan out my name while he sat his final thrust. His chest now sinking into mine and his face buried into the crock of my neck. His arms tangled around me, pulling me closer. While my hands placed in his hair, softly stroking through it. I closed my eyes enjoying while I catched breath again. His sweet scent all around me.

After a few moments Sirius rolled over to his back and pulled me with him. Now my head rested on his chest. With my eyes closed again I relished his calm breathing and his fingers which played with my hair. „Y/n?“ he softly asked. „Mhm?“ I hummed nearly half asleep. He chuckled slightly at my response. „I really love you“ Sirius admitted „I hope you know that“. I smiled and looked up to meet his eyes. „I know... and I love you even more, better keep that in mind“ I whispered.