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saltywritings · 1 year
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something borrowed (sirius black x reader + remus lupin x reader)
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warnings: minors dni: smut, heavy smut. somewhat dubcon vibes? smut as a favor, slight cuckold vibes?, penetration, humiliations.
summary: your boyfriend sirius asks you to do him a favor, you'd do anything for sirius, but you're surprised when he asks you to take the virginity of his best mate, remus lupin.
sirius was busy rutting into you, his large hands were gripping so tightly on your waist that his knuckles were turning white. the room was filled with the sound of his skin slapping against your bare ass and the low grunts that were leaving both of your lips. you remained on all fours, head tilting back as you while another moan escaped from your lips. if he cared of anyone walking in sirius would have locked the door or attempted to hush you a bit. but that was the thing, sirius didn't care. if anything it got him off more, knowing how everyone could hear you.
"fuck- that good huh, bunny?" sirius cooed to you, still thrusting his cock inside of you.
you only managed to mumble out something of a reassurance, as you moaned out for sirius. sirius could feel you tightening around him, approaching your orgasm. one of his hands finally released you from the grip he held on the side of your ass and moved down to your clit, the pad of his thumb giving no mercy as he rubbed circles on it. it was only moment before you tightened around him harder then before, and your release quickly followed. the coil inside you letting go and you begun screaming sirius's name as he thrusted faster.
despite reaching your second orgasm, nearly collapsing on the bed, sirius didn't stop thrusting into you.
he paid no attention to your shaking legs as he continued. "good girl, good girl" sirius cooed his hand moving back to the side of your waist to get a better grip of you, to control how you moved for him. "you like be a good girl for me, don't you, bunny?" sirius questioned you, a mild pant finally leaving his lips after he spoke, the heat from his breath spreading throughout the space of the twin bed the two of you shared.
"yes, siri- i would do anything to be a good girl for you" you whined, hips backing up- to meet with sirius's as he continued to thrust himself inside of you. his cock was beginning to twitch inside you, he was getting close, and you could feel it.
"good, i need a favor then bunny," sirius groaned out the speed of his hips increasing as he slammed his cock into your overstimulated pussy, nearly begging for his release, a low build up once again forming within you.
"anything siri, please-" you whined again, your hands now balled into fist, both grabbing the silk sheets on the bed.
"i need you to fuck remus-" sirius said, he continued inside of you but you froze for a moment. the request was unlike anything sirius had ever asked you to do and honestly you were caught so off guard you didn't even know how to react. "he's still a virgin, y/n. isn't that pathetic? seventh year and never felt the touch of a woman?" sirius asked, he was laughing a bit, groaning after with his hands nearly going numb as he continued to his thrust, they were hard, and showed no signs of stopping.
"wait- you want me to sleep with remus?" you questioned, trying to process the question as you were once again on the verge of cumming, the request he made being the only thing stopping you from reaching it again.
"fuck, i promised i would get i laid by the end of the year, and i can't find a single girl in hogwarts whose willing to go through with it," sirius explained between grunts, "i'll be right in the room with you, baby. the entire time, just please bunny. please say you'll do it" sirius was practically begging at his point.
"okay, fine- i-i'll do it" you finally agreed, hesitating slightly. the idea felt out of this world and for a moment you wondered if this was even a real request or some kind of strange fantasy he had created. sirius smiled to you, though you were unable to see as your eyes were focused on the shaking footboard that was in front of you.
"good girl, good girl" sirius praised you, finally reaching the peek of his orgasm. his seed spilling into you and coating your walls, as they clenched onto him, and milked him in the same way they would soon be doing to remus. "fuck, thank you bunny, thank you" sirius let out as his hips finally had come to a lazy stop. pulling out of and looking down for a moment as he watched his seed spill from deep within you.
"it'll be tomorrow night, wear something black-"
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sirius had practically dressed you that night. instructing you to sit on the bed as his large hand pulled black stockings to your thighs, his hands slipped the black lacey dress over your nude body, and his hands were the ones who strapped the black choker onto your neck. "going to show remus how good of a pet you are for me, aren't you, bunny?" sirius mumbled in your ear while he on a chair at the corner of the dorm, arms around your waist as he kept you on his lap. you could only nod in response as you waited for remus to enter the dorm. it was nerve racking, waiting to fuck one of your boyfriends friends. but sirius was asking you to do this for him, and you had no real problem with remus. he was sweet, anyway. you attempted to look at it more and more like helping a friend.
when the door opened your head swung with sirius's, looking as remus stepped in. no words were initially spoken. instead sirius and remus only locked eyes, remus shutting the door behind him softly. "strip for her, remus" sirius demanded of his friend, you were unaware of the understanding that the boys had come to.
remus wanted it to only be you and him in the room, but sirius insisted to be there. to be in control of what he did with you, and it was because of this that remus obeyed him. his hands loosening the gryffindor tie from his neck before tossing it in the near by hamper. his fingers nimbly and quickly unbuttoned the white shirt that clung around his frame and his pants soon followed. it was only a matter of a minute before he had been nude in front of you, and he was already hard.
part of you wondered if he had been thinking about you, and another part of you was concerned by how turned on the thought of him lusting for you the entire day. the other part of you only grew concerned with the fact that this was actually happening. that one of your boyfriends best friends was now removing his trousers to reveal himself to you. that you were the one who was going to take his virginity. did remus even want this? did you want this?
your eyes traveled down remus's toned body. scars were littered across his shoulders and stomach. some of them were even slashed amongst his thighs, though, your eyes were not caught on the scars for long. he was already hard, just from being nude in front of you. though shy remus lupin was unable to even look you in the eyes now that he was exposed. you and sirius just staring at him as he waited for some command. which sirius was quick to give him.
"go lay on the bed, remus" sirius instructed of him. remus did not hesitate to walk over to the twin bed. the brunette was tall enough where his feet were hanging off slightly, he still had his socks on. "go on pet, make it good for him." sirius instructed you now giving you a small slap on the ass in order to get you to leave his side. like remus had done just a moment prior, you obeyed.
in a shy way you made small and soft steps across the wood floor of the dormitory and over to the bed. your eyes met remus's just for a moment as you offered him a sweet smile. remus did the same back and his hazel eyes met yours in the comfortable silence. though, even sweet remus allowed his eyes to travel down your body to look at the tight black lace that was clinging to your body. you wondered if you should say something, a greeting- but formalities weren't important. not now. not for this. therefore, with no introduction you carefully pulled yourself onto the bed. you were on top of remus one of your legs at each of his sides and his hard cock was pulsing underneath you. it was tucked up against your thigh and just the touch of your skin was enough to get him twitching.
remus wanted this to be good. he wanted this to be good for you. he had rubbed himself out four times prior to coming here; the thought of you viscously on his mind as he thought of how his hand would be your tight pussy tonight. that it would finally be him who would be filling you and making you whine. sounds he had heard you make for sirius time and time again. but now? now it was his turn.
"merlin, you're so fucking pretty" remus mumbled, a small pink blush flooded to your cheeks at his compliment. "can i touch you?" remus asked, his eyes looking up to you. for a moment you thought of asking sirius. however, without even thinking of asking for his permission you nodded, giving him the go ahead to explore your body. one of his large hands worked quickly, moving up your body to squeeze one of your breast underneath his hands. his breathing was becoming heavy at your touch. you only gave him a smile, enjoying the feeling of him squeezing on your breast. remus took two of his fingers to his lips, wetting them with his spit. his fingers made quick way underneath the lace underwear, unbuckling them to give him access. you were going to help him find your clit, but remus seemed to have no trouble finding it.
his large fingers made his way to your clit and was quick to rub circles around it. you bit down on your bottom lip for a moment before releasing it from between your teeth. your moans were soft but encouraging to remus. the gryffindor boy continued on rubbing in circles before placing his thumb directly on your clit; he as smiling. no, no. remus lupin was grinning, teeth showing with pride as you- sirius's girlfriend- was growing wet and slick on his fingers.
"enough of that now; don't want to get her tired, remus. trust me-" sirius called out from behind you. for a moment, caught up in your bliss you forget that sirius was behind you. you forget this entire thing was an arrangement. therefore, under the command of sirius remus did stop, pulling his fingers away and bringing them to his own mouth to suck them clean.
"you ready, remmy?" you questioned gently, remus nodded immediately. without hesitation. your hands gently took the base of his cock to hold it steady at your entrance. the tip brushing against it for a second as remus let out a groan. you sunk down on him slowly, spreading yourself onto remus who was a bit longer then sirius was- causing you to bite your own lip as you felt yourself stretching with him inside of you, once he was fully in you. you were taking him well.
remus, however, let out an earthy "fuck-" the moment you finally had taken all of him in. you felt better than he could have ever imagined. his hands were digging into your hips for something to grip onto and his head was thrown back against the pillow. he couldn't even bring his eyes to look at the sight of you on his cock. you waited for a moment, allowing him to at least get use to the feeling of your pussy clamped around him, before starting to move your hips. you bounced up and down on his cock, slowly, his nails still digging into your hips as you did so. remus was moaning from the movements; gentle, and yet you were intoxicating. driving him crazy.
you bounced up and down, up and down, up and -you went to go back down but when you sunk onto him again you could feel him pulsing inside of you. he was gritting curses through his teeth, and he was already painting your inner walls with his seed. it took you a second to realize he was already cumming and sirius as well. however, the moment sirius came to the realization he broke out into laughter.
"you're done already remus? that lasted a whole fifteen seconds. merlin, that's pathetic." sirius was laughing, you watched as remus's face went completely red with embarrassment though he quickly switched from embarrassment to anger. seething, blinding, anger.
"shut your mouth, sirius. i'm not done-" remus barked back at him. with his hands on your hips he flipped you over. your back now on the bed as he had pulled out of you. his thick seed was spilling out of you when he pulled his cock out. it happened so quickly you barely had a moment to process. remus had a clenched jaw, biting down on his own teeth. his hand was wrapped around his flaccid cock as he pumped it viscously as he had done early that, forcing himself through the pain to get himself hard again. you were going to plead with remus to calm down or to tell sirius to shut his mouth as well. but before you had a second to process what you were going to say remus was pushing himself back into you. you yelped a bit as remus was over you. his shaggy brunet hair falling into his face as he began to rut into you without mercy.
moans were quick to fall from your lips as remus slammed himself into you. you were loud; almost whining at how good he had been making you feel as he slammed himself into you. your moans were the confidence he needed to continue, one of his hands reaching down to your pussy to rub your clit under his thumb again. "seven hells remus- i'm gonna, i'm gonna-" you couldn't even form the words as hot coils formed at the bottom of your stomach.
"say it, say it-" remus demanded of you, his thumb giving no mercy to your clit and his cock no mercy to your pussy. he slammed into you as you tried to form the words. but he could feel the way you clenched around him, how tight you were squeezing him. the feeling of your pussy clenching around him made him want to cum again, but he couldn't. not yet. not now that sirius was trying to make a fool of him.
"i'm cumming, fuck, i'm cumming remus-" you cried out, your pussy spasming on his cock as he continued to thrust in and out of you. he was smiling again, that wide grin, as you were screaming for him. crying into the dormitory, making sirius who sat in the chair jealous that remus was able to make you cum so quickly.
remus continued to thrust himself into you at a near violent rate, the sound of your moans and yipes were only motivating him. remus never heard sirius make you this loud. if anything he was sure any dorm around them would be hearing how you were screaming for his cock. he could feel you starting to tighten around him again and he let out a grunt through gritted teeth.
"you like that? hm?" remus questioned you, his face was close to yours now. his long hair dripping down and tickling your cheeks. you had let out some sort of sound to signify yes, that you were loving this. but that didn't seem to be enough for remus. not this time. "tell me how it feels, y/n" remus demanded of you only applying more pressure with his thumb to your swollen clit.
"it feels so good remus- so good" you managed to muster out through your moans, the sound of his skin slapping against yours filled the room. you could hear the slick that covered his cock when he plunged into you time and time again. remus was deep within you and within moments the hot coil inside of you snapped again bringing on to your second orgasm. your back arched on the bed and remus's hands were now pushing down your thighs to keep them open for him against your own orgasm.
"don't stop- say it again. say it." remus demanded without mercy, you could feel him twitching inside of you, and the ruthlessness of his thrust were starting to bring tears to your eyes. the pleasure was intense in a way you had never really felt before with sirius.
"fuck- remus it's so good, so fucking good-" you cursed through the mess of your moans. you continued to repeat it under his command. his eyes seemed darker. almost dark brown in comparison to the almond color they normally were. he was mumbling curses as he slammed into you and without warning you could feel him twitching inside of you again. spilling himself into you, plunging his hips deep as if he was to leave his seed. remus went as deep as he could wondering if he plunged so far in that he'd be able to keep a part of himself in you forever. remus continued to give a few more sloppy thrust into you before he pulled out breathless.
remus wanted to thank you, his eyes met yours again in the clarity of being done. he wanted to ask you if you were okay, and if the situation was different he would have pulled you into his arms and kissed you. remus looked down at you, looking as his cum was dripping from your sore pussy. he never got a chance to decide what to say as sirius stood up from the chair in the corner. "finally, not a virgin remus, congrats mate" sirius called out, the both of you forgetting that he was there. even if it was only for a second. "now kindly do us a favor and fuck off, would you. after you say thank you to bunny of course-" sirius spoke to him. remus looked to the ground and quickly begun to put his clothes back on.
"yeah, thanks y/n. really." remus went on to say, wishing his thank you could have been more genuine and not under the influence of sirius. remus wanted to tell you how had been thinking of you and nothing but you for years. he wanted to tell you of how he pined for you. of how he thought of you each day, and how much he had hated himself for letting sirius get you before he could. remus wanted to kiss you and pull you close to him in his bed. remus wanted you and he would do anything he could to get you again. you were going to be his if it took killing sirius to get to you.
though, unknowing to what remus was thinking, you just watched remus walk out the door fully dressed leaving you covered in his cum and aching.
"so, are you going to clean yourself up and give me a go?"
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soapyblubbles · 7 months
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⋆。˙ runaway pets ˙。⋆
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pairings: dark regulus + dark poly marauders
warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, implied kidnapping, threesome, implied fivesome, voyeurism, overstimulation, (light) slapping, choking, stockholm syndrome, smoking, shotgunning, pet names, etc.
a/n: please enjoy the much more comprehensive version of one of my very first works. there were a lot of inconsistencies and issues with the first version. I added a lot more detail to this and it honestly feels more like a one-shot than a drabble now. i'll add the unedited version at the bottom just incase anyone wants to take a peak. anyways, happy reading <3
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“I told you it’d be worse if you went to get help.” Regulus sits on one end of the bed, a small indulgent smile flitting across his lips. As if nothing was wrong. 
As if you weren’t being fucked within an inch of your life.
You turn your head to him, breathless pants leaving your mouth as Remus continues to rock into you. His hips slap into your own at a steady pace. How long had he been sitting there?
The air is stifling, sweat beading along your forehead and the small of your back. The arm around your waist only adds to the oppressive feeling, Remus’ strong grip keeping you upright and in place.
Your arms shake from exertion, and you have to force your hands to unclench from where they’re fisting the damp sheets.
With a whimper, you reach for Regulus, trying to find the comfort you once found in him before it all. Before he had selfishly stole you away. Before you knew of the darkness lingering just beneath the surface.
You weakly try to pry off the arm wrapped around you, but it doesn’t budge. It only tightens, pulling you up until your back hits Remus’ firm chest.
“Want sir now. Please- Remmy-” The lanky brunette ignores you, muttering something unintelligible into your neck as his thrusts speed up. Your attention was stolen from him. He doesn’t like that- not one bit.
Your face crumples at the silent dismissal, the tears you’d been holding in falling just as you reach another trembling high.
“Please, m’sorry sir- c-can we please go home now?” You gasp out. Your limbs burn, they have been for a while you suppose, but still you try to ignore it, concentrating on just Regulus for now.
But he only hums noncommittally, standing as he makes his way to the makeshift bar in the corner of the room. Regulus rubs his jaw in mock thought, scrutinizing the scene before him while he pours himself a glass of firewhiskey. The smell of cinnamon saturates the air, adding to the heavy atmosphere.
“Thought you wanted to come here-“ He gestures around the room, lazily draping himself on the nearby armchair. “For help.” The last word is said with a sneer and laced with so much venom that you balk.
Even though you can tell he’s done arguing about it, you still sob out: “I’ll be good- promise.”
You hear Sirius let out a scoff. He’s leaning against the headboard, his shirt unbuttoned and a lit cigarette in hand, doing nothing but watching as his friends ruin you.
He’d been the one to call Regulus when you came running to their house, barefoot and in nothing but a frail, white nightgown. “You’re already being good here, pup- s’no use in leaving.” He makes his way towards you, squishing your cheeks together, your lips forming an o-shape.
He blows smoke into your mouth, smirking when you cough at the burn. “Y’already gonna be punished anyway, might as well do that here- ain’t that right Reggie?”
Regulus rolls his eyes, breaking his normally composed demeanor. “Don’t call me-”
“Hush, I can’t focus when you lot keep talkin.” James' speech is slurred as he speaks up, moving his head slightly from between your legs. He pays no mind to the way Remus pumps in and out of you. His mouth is so close to where the two of you meet that you can feel his cool breath against your clit as he talks.
“S’annoying.”  
You clench around Remus at the feeling, and the man in question groans, giving you a particularly rough thrust.
James goes back to work at that, humming softly as he drinks in yours and Remus’ juices. You let out a another strangled moan, instinctively trying to tilt your hips away.
Instantly Sirius’ face darkens with anger, “Uh-uh, I don’t think so puppy.” A hand shoots out to grab the base of your neck as James’ hands grip the front of your thighs tightly.
“Don’t fuckin’ run away from him- you understand?” 
You nod shakily, chest rising and falling quickly as you watch him with unseeing eyes.
“Just take it like a good girl, princess.” James cooes, lightly nibbling on the inside of your thigh. You let out a startled yelp.
“What d’you say bunny?” Remus asks from behind you, hips slowing as he tries to find that spot. Trying to coax the words out of you. You whine, unable to answer until Sirius gingerly slaps your cheek, raising a sharp brow at you.
“M’sorry- m’so sorry Jamie.” Your head is spinning, an ache growing until it becomes practically mind numbing.
At this point it’s all you can focus on.
“Thought I taught you better than that pet.” Regulus chides, clicking his tongue in disappointment. He looks only slightly more disheveled than before. His hair is not neatly combed back like it was earlier, and his tie considerably loosened. His fingers dig into the cushioned arms of the chair, the veins in his forearms flexing in a way that makes your mouth water.
You lick your lips. “Sir-”
Remus shushes you. “S’ okay bunny- y’just have to make it up to him.” You cry out as he brushes against your g-spot, finally finding what he’s been looking for this whole time.
Each hit of his hips is aimed perfectly, giving you no room to breathe until you’re a gasping mess.
James’ mouth certainly doesn’t help. His warm tongue suckles at your clit, unrelenting as he brings you to that exhilarating peak over and over again.
Eventually he breaks away, wiping the wetness around his mouth with the back of his hand. A feral grin forms as he pushes the hair away from your face, cupping your teary cheeks. “That wasn’t so bad now was it? You can take a little more, right?”
Sirius answers before you can even think to open your mouth, a mocking frown on his face. “I don’t know about that Prongs- she seems a right mess already, huh? Don’t think she can go on.” He slaps between your legs, and a panicked moan startles its way out of you. 
You quickly come undone, so worked up from before, but the torment doesn’t end there.
“I think you're right, Pads.” James murmurs, as he slips his fingers through the mess of your cunt, the tips of his fingers grazing the base of Remus’ cock.
It’s enough to startle a groan out of him.
Sirius grabs onto your hips, reaching around James to take control of the even pace Remus set. “C’mon pup, make a mess on Moony’s cock- be a good little cockslut for us.”
He bounces you viscously atop Remus, everyone watching intently as you become a drooling mess.
Your set your lidded gaze on Regulus, whose self-control looks like it’s seconds away from snapping. 
Yet he makes no move to stop the situation.
“Come on princess- fuckin’ come for us. Make a fucking mess.” James growls into your ear, pinching your clit roughly. Tears well in your eyes, body tensing as you are, yet again, pushed off the edge.
“Fuck- such a good bunny.” Remus curses. 
Sirius and James mock your high pitched cries, taking a sadistic pleasure in watching you sob at the overstimulation.
Your limbs go slack, Remus panting heavily as he fucks you through it all, his breath fanning against your neck. He kisses your temple softly and you whine, barely able to move, even as the aftershocks flow through you. 
The three continue to overstimulate you, and Remus lets out a breathy chuckle when Sirius lets go of your hips, letting you fall face first into James’ chest.
“S’your turn princess. We’re not doing all the work for you- besides you still have three more cocks to go.”
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myfictionaldreams · 5 months
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Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders
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Summary: They were waiting for the ideal chance to find you alone and the perfect opportunity arose when they saw you on the Marauder's map as you were sneaking around the Restricted section of the library.
Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dubious content, mean!marauders, Slytertherin!Reader, manipulation, coercion, blackmail, threatening, scent smelling, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, restrained, panty sniffing, masturbation, nearly caught, dacryphilia
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“Well, well, well boys, look who we’ve got here”, James boasted, shuffling over to where Sirius and Remus sat on either end of the Gryffindor sofa, leaving enough space for him to squeeze in between. The Gryffindor Seeker sat with a smug grin on his handsome face as he displayed the Marauders map for both of his friends to see, pointing directly in the middle where your name hovered.
“Is she in the restricted section of the library?” Remus asked, leaning closer to James to make sure that what he was reading was true.
James looked between Remus and Sirius, still grinning so wide that his cheeks ached, “Yes, she is, Moony. Our slithery little friend seems to be sneaking around in naughty places that she shouldn’t be”.
Sirius sighed heavenly, his body melting back into the overused cushions of the maroon sofa. “Today really is my lucky day”, he admired, all the cruel intentions flashing through his mind with the opportunity presented to him. You were their favourite plaything and had been since the first year. Being in Slytherin, you were natural enemies with the Gryffindors, but as much grief as they gave you, you were always quick to give it back, so it was a constant repeat as to who could best the other.
Now, the opportunity was too perfect for them to pass up on. There you were, in the middle of the night, in the restriction section of the library with no one around, and oh, they were more than ready to confront you. James thought about bringing along his invisibility cloak, but as they were all grown, there wasn’t much space to squish them beneath, so it was easier to use the map to see if there was anyone on the route that they would bump into.
You cursed quietly under your breath; you hated the restricted section. It felt so eerie and dark. However, you were researching some unsanitary subjects that couldn’t be found in the books without chains wrapped around them. Lifting the lamp above your head, you continued to search for the relevant topic, keeping your breathing slow and shallow to listen for any signs that one of the Professors was on patrol nearby.
As you searched through the third row of books, you heard the shuffle of multiple footsteps. Your heart immediately jumped into your throat as you blew out the candle in your lamp and rushed deeper into the restricted section to hide in a dark corner.
“I’d stop running if I were you, little snake. We know you’re here”, Sirius taunted with a cheerful tone to show how delighted he was to be in this situation.
The tip of your wand, defiantly pointing towards them, was what they saw first of you as they held up their wands for light. “What the fuck are you three doing here?” you asked pointedly, rolling your eyes and relaxing the tension that had built since you’d heard the noise.
The three Marauders gathered around you, forming a semi-circle, boxing you into the bookshelf. Even though the four of you were always at loggerheads, you weren’t actually threatened by them. In fact, things between you were borderline between enemies with benefits. They were always upfront about their attraction to you and would frequently tease you because of it. So far, nothing had occurred other than fleeting kisses, but every time the four of you were alone together, the tension was palpable in the atmosphere. You enjoyed this cat-and-mouse game that had developed; even though they were beautiful men, you couldn’t think of anything worse than sleeping with Gryffindors, especially with the rising suspicion from the other Slytherins.
Lowering your wand and tucking it into the pocket of your robe, your eyes flicked between each of them and sharply asked, “How the fuck do you three always find me? Are you stalking me?”
The back of James’ fingers stroked across your cheekbone. A touch that you didn’t flinch away from but gently shoved his hand away as he reached your jaw. Shaking his messy black hair, James smirked, his hazel eyes devouring you in the darkness of his lamp resting on the bookshelf beside you.
Remus’ head condescendingly tilted to the left, “We were just worried for your wellbeing. The restricted section isn’t exactly a welcome place for students”.
It was your turn to develop a smirk as you looked over his body, remembering the event from last week. “You know better than most that I can look after myself, Lupin”. Last Tuesday, he’d accidentally stepped into the way of you practising a particularly brutal jinx during defence against the dark arts.
Remus’ eyelids lowered, so he looked at you through his eyelashes, “I didn’t properly thank you for that one, did I?” Even though he was being sarcastic, you didn’t miss the severe undertone to his baritone voice.
“Poor Moony here had to spend the night in the hospital wing. You’re lucky he’s still just as handsome as before”, Sirius mocks, reaching to grip his friend's face and shaking his head for emphasis until Remus shoves him away.
Once more, you’re rolling your eyes at their antics. “Well, maybe Lupin should watch where he’s walking next time I practise spells”.
James shifts closer as he stands to your left, his body casually leaning against the bookcase, “So hostile tonight, Princess. Do you need some way to get your anger out? I know the perfect way”.
Your eyes seemed to be in a constant state of rolling, finding James’ words more annoying than serious as he licked his bottom lip suggestively.
“Maybe I don’t like being interrupted when trying to do something important. So, why don’t you three run back to your little Gryffindor hiding hole?”.
James cocks his head to the side as he looks back at Sirius and Remus, who has stepped even closer, causing the apples of your cheeks to warm at the increasing temperature, even in the creepy section of the library.
“You know, Moony, I do recall you being head boy”, James casually remarks to Remus, who grins, the pink scars that were still healing down his cheeks stretching with the movement. Glancing down, he held up the shiny pin attached to his pristinely knotted tie, showing you the badge.
“You’d be correct about that, Prongs”.
Sirius now steps forward, mimicking James’ stands, but this time to your right, leaving Remus between them and directly in front of you. “I’d love to know Moony. What would the head boy say to a sneak snake wandering around the castle in the middle of the night and the restricted area no less?” Sirius asks with a fake, quizzical look on his handsome face as some of his long hair slips from behind his ear, causing a sinister shadow to hide part of his smirk.
“Well, Padfoot, I would say to that certain little snake that she was breaking a handful of school rules and deserves to have points taken away from her, a weekend of detentions and the head of Slytherin to be woken and informed”.
You scoff, looking between the three of them as your arms folded across your chest. “Ha ha. You’re hilarious, boys”, your voice is laced with sarcasm, “Your scare tactics won’t work with me”.
“Oh really?” Remus continued, stepping forward and raising his hands to rest on either side of your head, pressing into the chains surrounding the books as he dropped his head to be eye level with you. “The thing is, Love, I’m not joking. Why would I abuse my powers like that?” Glancing over his shoulder to Sirius, he asked, “How long do you think it would take you to get to Slughorn’s office? A couple of minutes?” he turned back towards you. “I’m sure he could get there before you do. Professor Slughorn will be very interested to hear why his favourite student is walking around the restricted section in the middle of the night, don’t you agree?”
Your stomach twisted with unease as your confident exterior began to crack. “Why the fuck would you three care where I am? It’s got nothing to do with any of you. I could just as well wake up Professor McGonagall and tell her you’re all out of bed”.
Remus purses his lips as he fakes contemplation, but it is Sirius who speaks next, joy evident in his voice, “Ah, you see, the thing is beautiful; there’s three of us and only one of you. All it would take is one of us to hold you here and another to go and wake our friend Sluggie. And oh, would you look at that? There’s still one of us spare to help hold you down”.
Your heartbeat begins to increase, causing palpitations beneath your ribs as your anxiety begins to take over. “You guys aren’t funny, you know. You’re wasting my time.” You attempted to keep the facade up that you weren’t bothered by their words, but you knew they weren’t messing around.
Remus suddenly grips your cheeks, causing you to startle and jolt at the rough hold he had, squishing your lips out and forcing your eyes to look only up at him. “We aren’t joking around. We think it’s about time the Slytherins stop getting away with everything, and what better example to use than their silver star? I’m sure you’d continue to be everyone’s favourite when I take away; hmm, would 50 house points be sufficient?”
Your heart felt like it would pound out of your chest as you stepped closer to him, now toe to toe, and the tips of your noses nearly brushed together as you tried to look as vicious as possible. “50?! What the fuck is your problem, Lupin?” As you spoke, your fingers reached into your robe to grab your wand, but James was quicker, muttering expelliamous and catching your wand with his nimble fingers.
James tutted, shoving your wand into his pocket within his robe, “You know, Moony, I think another 10 points for the bad language might be a good idea. Why don’t you do that, and Padfoot will go and wake up our favourite potions master?”
You were breathing at a dizzying pace as you looked away from Remus to watch with fear as Sirius began to strut away, his arms swinging leisurely. “Wait! Wait, please!” Sirius stopped walking, turning to look over his shoulder to show you the dazzling smile and quipped up his eyebrow as he waited for you to continue. “What- What do you guys want?” you couldn’t help the stutter, shoulders dropping in defeat as you slumped back against the uncomfortable bookcase.
The long-haired Marauder swaggered back over, delighting evidence on his face as he returned to leaning beside you. A single finger grazes beneath your chin, hooking onto the end and tilting your face towards James as he bragged, “You know what we want”.
Of course, you knew, it was all they ever asked with their perverted minds, always talking with their dicks and then their hearts. It had always been a joke because that was all you had taken it for, a hilarious, sleazy joke.
“That’s always been a joke, so quit playing around”, you say, but the fighting your voice has dimmed.
“Does it look like we’re joking?” James asks.
“So what is this? You’re all blackmailing me so that you can get your dicks wet? I’m sure there are plenty of other pathetic girls who would be more than happy to do what you’re asking”, you say with as much venom as you can muster, but there was no denying the core-clenching pulse that ran through your pussy.
“Oh honey, you know it’s not our dicks that we want to get wet, and there’s no other cunt we’d rather be licking than yours”, Sirius says, tilting his head up to talk in his sweet purr that had your thighs squeezing together in an attempt to relieve some tension that had increased tenfold in your clit. All three of the men in front of you noticed the movement and had to adjust their stances, seeming to be as tall and intimidating as possible, but that only made you more horny.
With all of the previous times that they had made sexual advances, they had not once mentioned their own pleasure. All they’d ever asked and begged to do was have a taste of your pussy.
‘Give us a taste’, ‘I bet you’re nice and sweet’, ‘I can get you gushing against my tongue, Princess’.
It was always comments like these that had you either jinxing them, rolling your eyes or simply walking away to the comfort of your bed, curtains closed so you could imagine the acts with your fingers between your legs. It was almost a daily occurrence that you masturbated to the thought of the three of them in your bed, and it would be easy just to give in and say yes to their requests. Still, you would never lower yourself to sleeping with a Gryffindor, let alone the three most arrogant and infamous students throughout Hogwarts.
However, now you were stuck between a rock and a hard place. You knew that if you said no, you could have the detention and deducted points, and they would happily walk you down to Slughorn's office. But, to be truthful, there was a small part of you that was becoming bored with the cat-and-mouse chase, that part being your cunt.
Sirius replaced the finger under your chin, turning you to look up at home, “So? What do you say? We don’t expect anything from you, but each of us gets a taste, and we’ll let you go on your merry way”.
You sigh through your nose, chewing on your bottom lip as you contemplate your answer, even though you know already what you are going to say. “I know I’m going to regret this”.
Sirius moves so close that you can see the different shades of grey in his eyes, “Trust me, Sweetheart, you aren’t going to regret this for a second. I can guarantee that”.
Your eyes flick between his and his dangerous lips, a movement that has him grinning and showing his perfectly pearly teeth, knowing your answer because you even say it.
“Fine. But I’m not touching any of you, and after, you have to promise that you’ll let me walk away without losing any points or waking up Slughorn”.
“Your wish is our command, ma’am” James dramatically bows to add to the performance.
Your sigh brushes over Sirius’ face as you move back to look at them individually. “So how do you want to do this? Shall we go to a classroom or something?”
Remus shakes his head, nodding towards your skirt, “Take off your underwear”.
Okay, so they were expecting to do it in the middle of the restricted section of the library. You were thankful for wearing a skirt to keep some of your modesty as you shimmied the material down your legs and stepped out of it. Before you could hide them in your pocket, Sirius was snatching them from your hands and stuffed them into his back pocket.
As your mouth snapped open to argue with him to give the underwear back, Remus was distracting you by dropping onto his knees. As he lifted the edge of your skirt, Sirius and James grabbed onto a leg each and lifted you to sit on the shelf of the bookcase, holding each limb up until your knees were as close to your chest as possible, spreading you open for Remus.
All you were able to do was hold onto the sturdy shelf above your head, fumbling with your words with how embarrassed you were to be completely exposed to them all as the positioning of your legs now pushed your skirt away.
Remus groaned hungrily, taking a deep sniff as he leaned in close. You gaped at him, internally cringing and embarrassed that he was actually smelling your arousal. Before you could tell him to stop, his hands were roughly parting your folds, presenting your dripping hole further for him as your hips bucked at the contact. It was filthy watching him stick his long tongue out and lick a long strip from your perineum up to your engorged clit.
His big green eyes never left yours, and you were captivated by looking away, crying out and needing more as it truly dawned on you that this was actually happening. Remus seemed to simultaneously be touching all parts of your cunt with his wet, wide tongue, digging into your clenching hole, slurping out the juices that were seeping out and then lewdly sucking on your bundle of nerves until you were whining from the overstimulation.
It was all Remus had ever wanted, and it seemed he was good at it, and for a second, you regretted all the time wasted having said no to them all. Your fingers dropped to hold onto his head, keeping him close and using it to try and buc your hips to ride his face, but with the men holding up your legs, it was difficult to move.
If he was spelling your name with his tongue against your clit, he was delving it as deep within your cunt as possible. The noises coming from both you and him were filthy, and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before you were cuming, eyes closing and head tilting back as your walls clamped down around his tongue in quick bursts of euphoria. 
He didn’t stop stimulating you until you were slumping back against the books, and Sirius was quick to drop your leg and replace the positions with Remus, dropping to his knees in front of you as Remus stood, still licking his lips and holding onto your leg.
To their credit, they only used their mouths, and for a minute, you had contemplated begging for more, but your ego kept your lips sealed tightly. Sirius didn’t give you any time to try and catch your breath before he had his own taste, his mouth warmer than Remus’. With his tongue sticking out, he shook his head like he was trying to dig his way right into the centre of your core.
Your fingers were sliding through his silky hair, pulling on him to try and get him to slow down, but he liked the pain that came with the hair pulling, so it only pushed him on further. Sirius's hands rested on your hips, pulling your body onto the edge of the shelf so he could move his face harder against you. As he fucked your pussy with his tongue, he pushed the tip of his nose against your clit, sending scorching pleasure into your abdomen.
Just as you were on the very brink of an orgasm, Sirius’ mouth disappeared from you entirely so he could watch your body tremble and pulse with the need to cum but not be given the proper stimulation for it.
“Fucking hell Sirius, just let me cum already!” you hissed at him, losing some of the control over the situation.
Sirius doesn’t say a word, but he does laugh heartedly as his face attached to your mound once more, delving between your folds and licking until you were cumming with mind-spinning pleasure.
James didn’t even wait until your orgasm had subsided before he pulled back Sirius’ head and shoved him out of the way, dropping to his knees and beginning his feast. Sirius didn’t argue with him but stood to hold onto your leg, the lower half of his face gleaming with juices and pink from being rubbed against.
The glasses on James’ face were cold against your skin as the rim of them pressed into your mound. He gathered as much spit onto the tip of his tongue and let it drip over your pussy, spreading it around with his tongue until you were as sloppy as possible.  This only added more pleasure to do, feeling how wet everything was down there, the whisps of air cooling certain areas before he was back sucking and licking at it.
Just as you were getting into it and falling into the pleasure that was causing your body to jolt as you were becoming extremely overstimulated, a heavy thump sounded from the entrance to the library. A breath later, all of the lamps were extinguished by Remus’ wand, descending you all into darkness as you anticipated them all to stop. Except, they didn’t. James continued as if nothing had changed, but now his hand was covering your mouth to help keep your moans muffled.
You were beyond tense, hands shoving at any body part of the three men you could reach, trying to stop them from holding you in place. A faint light glowed from a few rows away, and to your horror, you realised just how close you were to being caught by one of the professors, being held down and eaten out by three men.
It was so overwhelming that a few tears escaped the corner of your eye as a quiet sob slipped from your chest. Remus pushed his body in closer, “Shhh Princess, it’s ok. Once you cum for prongs, this all stops”.
Thankfully, as he finished talking, the light began to disappear, and the Professor decided there was no use checking the restricted section as there was never anyone this far into the room. With the light gone, you could finally lose control, still crying as James sucked violently for as long as he could against your clit until you were bucking your hips and flooding his mouth with squirt as you came hard.
It took a long couple of seconds for your pussy to calm down from the orgasm, but even as your walls stopped contracting, they still continued to throb in time with your heartbeat. Your entire body was aching, especially your legs and chest from where you’d been crying. The lights of their lamps were illuminated once more to reveal James looking at a piece of parchment, announcing that the coast was clear. You didn’t have the energy to ask what he was holding as Remus and Sirius helped your feet back to the ground.
With your legs now together, you could feel just how swollen and puffy your clit and folds were from being poked and prodded by three mouths. Your knees also struggled to hold your weight as you clung to Remus, who helped you stay upright and find the energy to stand by yourself.
For once, there are no condescending or mean words coming from him as he gently cups the back of your head and strokes the space between your shoulders in calm circles as your sobs slow to a quiet hiccup.
Eventually, as the clock tower bell chimes to symbolise that it is 2 a.m., you are able to pull away from Remus, wiping the wetness from your face with the back of your robe and then straightening your skirt. Glancing over to Sirius, you held out a hand to him and a hand to James.
James gave you back your wand, but Sirius simply patted himself down and looked at you with a frown, “Hmm, seems I’ve lost your underwear. Sorry, Princess”.
You don’t have the energy to argue with him as you sigh, “You don’t tell a soul about what’s happened here.” You point your finger at each of them, but James responds.
“Wouldn’t dream of telling anyone. But I will be dreaming about you tonight when I’m touching my cock with your taste still in my mouth”.
Your face heats with embarrassment as your eyes trained on the floor, lifting your lamp and beginning to limp away, trying to hold as much dignity as possible. Still, it was difficult with how uncomfortable and sensitive you were feeling, depending on bookcases to lean on as you made your way out of the library and back towards the Slytherin common room.
As soon as you are out of sight, Sirius sighs, dropping hushed back against the bookcase you were just leaning on and unzips his pants, pulling your underwear that he hadn’t lost from out of his pocket and holding it up to his face. With his cock free, he has no shame as he touches himself vigorously and, in a matter of seconds, cums all over the floor.
Remus frowns, looking down at the thick globs decorating the floor, “Really, Padfoot? You couldn’t wait until we were back to the dormitory?”
“I’ve never had blue balls like that in my life. It was fucking hurting Moony, give me a break”.
Remus shifts his own cock in the restraint of his trousers as James says over his shoulder, “She's heading straight towards  Filch. Shouldn’t we go and stop her?”
Rems peers over his friend's shoulder, looking at the open Marauders map and watches as your name floats towards Filch. The tallest Marauder shrugs, “No, it’ll teach her a lesson about being out of bed after hours”. They all share a dark grin and begin to gather their stuff before walking out of the library.
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Day 2: Remus Lupin with Porn video
Ask: dark mob!Remus Lupin x pornstar!fem!reader with somnophilia and breeding kink please
Warnings: somnophilia, degradation, breeding kink, filming it, crying.
Taglist: @expelliarmusmyass
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Sleep had overtaken you so quickly that night, you had barely spoken to Remus. Throughout that evening, he had worked himself up from watching you film for work. Truthfully, he had papers to fill out but with the thought of claiming you as his filling his head, he couldn’t do anything.
He turns to stare at your sleeping body and he can’t help himself but to lean down and pushing your underwear to the side to see you completely soaked. This sets him off and within seconds, he is fucking into you.
You awake to find him, very frustrated and on top of you. “Fuck, you like this don’t you? You like me using your pretty little body as I wish, tell me whore. Tell me just how much you want me to fill you up” he growls into your ear with a smirk.
“Please, rem, please, it hurts” you beg as he continues thrusting into you at an unloving pace. “I’m only stopping when you are completely filled with me” he snaps, pushing his hand against your soon to be bruised neck.
“No, don’t wanna, please” you cry out, his brutal words hurting nearly as much as his grip on your neck. This makes him snap, “you’ve gotta want me, you’re taking me so well, whore”.
His thrusts set your climax off and you can no longer hear coherently. The look of you coming because of degradation, causes Remus to completely hit his high as you cry from all the overwhelming feelings.
He slows down and you sigh thinking he’s done when he leans over to grab something. Remus grips you cheeks and makes you face the camera that had been playing this entire time as a trophy for him.
“Smile for the camera, whore” he smirks down at you as you attempt to push away from him. “No use trying, we aren’t done until I say we are done”.
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randomoutsiders · 8 months
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Dark!remus making you get yourself off in front of the marauders as a punishment for flirting with one of them
the live football match plays on one channel while the quidditch game plays on the other, and both james and sirius are to busy bickering about which should be displayed to notice y/n's sulky behavior when she pads into the room. remus pays no mind to the two, turning around his and y/n's couch to head into the kitchen, wrenching open the fridge with calculated force to retrieve a cold beer. he's passive, pointing a finger that's not wrapped around the neck of the bottle, at the loveseat positioned diagonally away from the pair.
despite his silent command, she's obey, dragging heavy feet against the mahogany hardwood and slumping into the cushion, one leg crossing over the other. remus himself finds a spot in the worn sofa beside his friends, nudging the beefy boy directly to his right. "you already know your team is winning. let pads have a go at the tellie. there are only a few minutes left in the half, anyway."
he shoots his girlfriend a warning glance when she doesn't immediately fold her legs up to her chest, but when she complies, she's gracing tentative fingers over glistening lips, gathering slick to provide lubrication against her clit.
"just because there is-"
remus manages to pull the remote out of james' unsuspecting hand, tossing it over to the other male at the other end of the couch. "jesus, mate, the least you can do is listen to me after letting my girlfriend flirt with you, can't you?"
a heavy groan rolls off her tongue when she nudges a middle finger against her weepy hole, teasing her entrance for the pure simplicity of wanting their full attention. although she'd never admit it, the thick glub, glub, glub of her heart in her throat is producing a similar pattern of pulsation underneath her fingers. "moons... my dick hates me for saying this, but why the fuck is your girlfriend offing herself right now?"
his palm pushes into the chub that tents against the zipper of his jeans, while james settles deeper into the couch, rouge painting over his cheeks. "i didn't realize she was flirting-" his dialogue is cut short by her whimper, two fingers now pushed deep inside a spongy cunt that squelches with each movement of the digits. he gulps thickly. "i uh.. dude.."
despite his stuttering, his eyes are locked in on the dripping pussy, the way she's nearly staining the green, velvet cover of the seat with the arousal that clings to her thighs. he swallows again, and remus speaks. "don't look away." he preens, taking a long sip from the cold bottle. "she needs to know what she did wrong." he catches her eye, nearly betraying his stoic nature with a smile that he muscles down when he sees the rapture that swarms there.
she's enjoying it, and he knows. "keep going, dove," he instructs, adjusting himself in the cushion of the couch. "and you keep watching." he speaks directly to james, but sirius picks up on the message.
his button clinks, and remus nearly doesn't catch it. "sir, yes, sir."
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pairing: poly!wolfstar x fem!reader
summary: when you discover sirius hiding out in the shrieking shack, he and remus make sure you don’t say a word
warnings: dark!wolfstar, older!wolfstar, dub-con/cnc, smut, dom!remus, dom!sirius, rough sex, degrading, oral (m recieving), fingering, penetration, spitroasting
note: happy halloween! this is probably the darkest and filthiest thing i’ve written but i’ve been gone for a while so i might aswell come back with a bang. the ending is slightly rushed so i hope you don’t mind, enjoy!! (also if anybody’s confused about the plot, basically sirius actually did the crimes that he was accused of and remus is helping him while he’s on the run, so kinda deatheater!wolfstar)
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Ever since you discovered the passageway that led from the whomping willow to the shrieking shack, you had been hiding out in the dilapidated building to escape the stress of your final exams. With some candlelight and a cozy blanket, it wasn’t half bad.
It had been a rather stressful day when you snook out to the tree, double potions with Snape was never fun. You had been looking forward to the peace and quiet, opting to bring a book with you to pass the time.
However, when you made it to the end of the passageway and pushed open the door, you were quite shocked when your eyes landed on two figures conversing in the middle of the room.
You didn’t recognise them at first. but when one of them lit a cigarette, the flame lit up their face and your eyes widened- it was Sirius Black. The escaped murderer.
A squeak left your mouth and his head turned to look at you, a smirk playing on his lips when he saw you, “Well, well,” he chuckled, “Look who just stumbled in, Moony,”
You were left in even more shock when the other figure turned to look at you, the scars running across his face making him immediately recognisable. It was Professor Lupin.
“What a pretty little plaything,” Remus spoke, snatching the cigarette from Sirius’ lips and taking a puff, “Why don’t you go fetch her, Pads? I want a closer look,”
You turned to leave, your heart pounding, but Sirius was too quick. His hand grabbed your wrist within seconds and he pulled you towards Lupin, his fingernails digging into your flesh slightly.
“Oh, yeah, I know this one,” Lupin looked you up and down, his pupils blown wide, “Smart little student, a slut too- always wearing her skirts short,”
“I can tell, I can practically see her ass,” Sirius landed a slap on your ass, making you yelp and tears form in your eyes.
“Please, let me go, I won’t tell anybody I saw you,” you whimpered, desperately trying to pull your arm from Sirius’ grasp.
The longer-haired man tutted, pulling you towards him so your back was pressed against his chest, “Now that won’t do, darling, we gotta make sure you don’t say a fucking word,”
“W-What are you gonna do to me?” you felt tears begin to fall down your cheeks and you were certain you were shaking now. You had always assumed Professor Lupin was nice, clearly it was an all act.
“I think we show you what happens when you walk around in those short fucking skirts,” Remus spat, standing up from his sitting position, “Think you can take two cocks, princess?”
“Please don’t,” you shook your head, grimacing when you felt Sirius’ hardening cock rub against your ass through his trousers.
“Stupid thing, you should know by now that you don’t have a choice,” Sirius chuckled. Then suddenly, he pushed on your back, forcing you into a position where your ass was stuck out.
You grabbed onto Remus’ legs for support, leaving your face planted directly in front of his already hard buldge, “Good slut, already know what you need to do,” he stroked your hair, a whimper leaving your lips.
Lupin moved his hands down to his belt, working on unbuckling it as Sirius’ hands groped your ass. As much as you hated to admit, you were getting turned on. In any other situation, you wouldn’t have thought twice about sleeping with Lupin.
“The slut’s getting wet,” Sirius noted the growing patch forming on your panties, a blush settling on your cheeks when he pointed it out. He dragged a tattooed hand against your clothed cunt and you let out a gasp, your hips instinctively leaning towards the touch.
Your body was betraying you, craving more friction as your clit began to throb. By now, Remus had pulled down his trousers to mid-thigh, along with his boxers, leaving his leaking cock just inches away from your face, “Well? You just gonna stare or are you gonna do what dumb whores like you are made to do?” he scoffed.
Your mouth fell open and he hummed in approval, taking his cock by the base in one hand and placing the tip on your tongue. The taste of pre-cum soaked into your tastebuds and you moaned, surprising everyone in the room.
“Oh does the slut like the taste of m’cock?” Remus grinned, wrapping a hand in your hair and pushing a few more inches of his length into your mouth. At the same time, Sirius pushed your panties to the side and plunged two fingers into your dripping hole, forcing a loud moan from your lungs.
The vibrations ran down Remus and he groaned, pushing all of his cock into your throat so your nose was brushing against the hairs on his pubic bone. “Fuck, she’s tight,” Sirius chimed, curling his fingers upward and hitting your sweet spot perfectly.
“M’surprised, you should hear some of the- fuck- rumours about her,” Remus chuckled, pulling out so just the tip of his cock was in before pushing back in, making you swallow around him to avoid gagging.
Sirius set a harsh pace with his fingers as Remus started to fuck your face, the lycanthrope’s grip on your hair tight as he rutted into you. You were a moaning mess due to Sirius, the cock in your mouth making you drool down your chin.
“She’s already fucked dumb,” Remus observed your face, his brows furrowed and his lips upturned in a slight smirk, “God knows how she’s gonna- fuck- take your cock soon,”
“I better hurry up then,” the longer-haired man pulled out his fingers and you let out a whine, only to earn a harsh smack on your ass, “Fucking whore, take what I give you,”
Within moments, Sirius had rid himself of his trousers and boxers, his cock making a soft slapping noise as it sprung up and hit his lower abdomen, “Can’t fucking wait to be buried in this cunt,” he groaned, stroking his erection as his eyes settled on your throbbing hole.
You mewled, deciding that resisting him would cause more trouble, and arched your back further. A sound of satisfaction rolled of the man’s tongue and he positioned the tip of his cock at your entrance, eager to fill you to the brim.
As Remus pushed his length into your mouth, Sirius did the same with your cunt, forcing a loud moan from you. It burnt as first, you hadn’t expected the longer-haired man to be so fucking big, but as time passed the pain turned into pure pleasure.
It wasn’t long before Sirius set a brutal pace, hard and fast, his thrusts matching those of Remus. It was overwhelming, the feeling of two cocks using your body as if you were nothing but a mere sextoy.
“Just as I said, so fucking tight,” Sirius moaned, his hands grabbing onto your hips hard enough that his fingernails left crescent-shaped marks on your skin, “When you’re done with her mouth, Moony, you gotta try this cunt,”
“You read my mind,” Remus grinned, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached his high, “Fuck- m’gonna cum, fill your slutty throat with my seed,”
You were actually quite eager to taste him, all previous doubts thrown out of the window as the pleasure became too strong, so you did your best- suctioning your cheeks around his cock and trying your best to relax your throat.
Remus moaned loudly, pushing you down so his cock was lodged at the back of your throat as he came, ropes of seed shooting into your mouth. You moaned at the taste, immediately swallowing when the lycanthrope pulled out.
“Wow, you really a fucking whore, aren’t you?” Sirius chuckled, wrapping a hand in your hair and pulling you up so your back was pressed against his chest. With every snap of his hips, you felt like heaven, his cock managing to reach places inside you that you didn’t even know existed.
“Fuck, feels so good,” you mewled, pushing your hips back so you could feel him deeper.
“Yeah? You like it when Sirius wrecks your silly little guts?” Remus spoke, grabbing your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. You nodded, looking into his eyes with half-lidded ones, you mouth hung open in a constant moan.
“Words, slut,”
“Y-yeah,” you answered him, “I love it,”
Your body jolted as Sirius’ thrusts got harder, a familiar bubbling sensation settling in your lower abdomen, “M’close, please,”
“Wait for me, pup,” the animagus muttered in your ear, his grip on your waist getting tighter and he approached his own high. You nodded, screwing your eyes shut and biting your lip as you tried to your best to delay your orgasm.
“Good whore, doing what she’s told,” Remus praised you, stroking your cheek. You leant into his touch, moans and whimpers rolling off your tongue.
“Shit, gonna cum,” Sirius groaned, a hand reaching round to rub circles on your clit, “C’mon, pup, cum for me, soak my cock,”
You did as you were told, practically screaming in pleasure as you gushed around Sirius’ length, your cunt clenching tight, “Fuck!”
“Fucking hell, pup,” Sirius moaned, the feeling of your walls throbbing around his cock sent him over the edge and his hips stilled as he spilled inside you, filling you the brim with his cum.
A sigh left your mouth when he pulled out and you felt your knees wobble. If it wasn’t for both men holding you up, you would have fell to the floor, “Wow..”
“We’re not done yet, dove,” Remus chuckled, fisting at his already hard cock, “You gonna bend over nice and pretty for me and let me fill you up?”
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prettybabybaby · 1 year
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Pleaseeeeee more dark!Remus. Maybe another stepbrother one. I need dark Remus in my life and I love love love your work
-Bunny Anon 💘
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content: nondescriptive noncon, stepcest, dark!stepbrother!remus, fem!reader
¡ marauders masterlist !
you were a brat now.
university was supposed to be too much for you. it was meant to send you running back home and straight into his arms, happy to stay safe alongside him. his beloved sister was meant to seek him out for safety, but instead you strode in, bag all but dragging behind you as you made a beeline for your bedroom.
remus stood shocked as you ignored his presence entirely when you used to light up at the mere sound of his name. he tried to shake it off, telling himself that you were just tired and you'd be fine by morning.
only, you weren't.
you avoided him at all costs, dismissing yourself from dinner and leaving the house as soon as he step foot in it. remus grew frustrated quickly. impatient.
he hadn't had you in far too long. he had spent all the months you were away picturing your nude body as he tugged his cock that yearned for you.
he knew something was wrong when you stopped answering his phone calls. but he never thought you'd accuse him of rape. it was ridiculous, an outrageous accusation that couldn't be farther from the truth.
as you stood in front of him, huffing out of your nose and lip quivering as you tried to keep your eyes from spilling tears. he scoffed in disbelief, raising a brow as he stared at you.
he knew your friends would start feeding you ideas like this, painting him as the villain. it was just a little harmless fun between two siblings. by marriage. it's not like you were actually related. they had no business meddling in your relationship -- as complicated as it may be.
and now you were squirming away from him, clawing at the polished wood of the dresser he bent you over, pushing your panties down to fuck you like he was supposed to.
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littlebabyyd0ll · 6 months
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mdni 18+! seriously pls go away if ur under 18! fall works for every day of october! some scary, some cozy, and almost always smutty. probably shouldn’t have called this ‘kinktober’ as not every day will be a kink, yolo. a lot of works will include ddlg themes, size kink, daddy kink, fem!reader and hyper feminine themes. you are responsible for your own media consumption. all pieces will have warnings at the beginning of their works. wishing you all the spookiest, ghoulish october ever! 🙀
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01. The Lion and The Lamb, Part One. (vampire!king!eddie munson x princess!reader)
02. Subdrop (dom!steve harrington x sub!reader)
03. Sapphic Age Gap (MILF!Nancy Wheeler x reader)
04. Trick or Treat (Daddy!Bucky Barnes x Little!reader) [plot has changed to a halloween party!]
05. First time parents (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
06. Sugar Daddy (CEO!Steve Rogers x reader)
07. Size Kink (Daddy!Ari Levinson x reader)
08. Overstimulation (Bodyguard!James Potter x Princess!reader)
09. Age Gap (DILF!Joel Miller x reader)
10. Dacryphilia (Daryl Dixon x younger!reader)
11. Hot cocoa and kisses (Daddy!Ari Levinson x Little!reader)
12. Mommy Kink (Nancy Wheeler x reader)
13. Daddy Kink (Daryl Dixon x reader)
14. Dry Humping (Eddie Munson x reader)
15. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Two. (Vampire!King!Eddie Munson x Princess!reader)
16. Stockholm Syndrome (dark!rick Grimes x reader)
17. Make-up sex (Remus Lupin x reader)
18. Cock Warming (Ron Weasley x reader)
19. A/B/O (Alpha!Steve Harrington x reader)
20. Babysitter (Joel Miller x reader)
21. Serial Killers (Ghostface!Steve Harrington x Ghostface!Eddie Munson x reader)
22. Safe Word (Steve Harrington x crybaby!reader)
23. Body Worship (Joel Miller x reader)
24. On The Run (Psycho!Eddie Munson x Psycho!reader)
25. Dumbification (Daryl Dixon x crybaby!reader)
26. Stepbrother (Stepbrother!Peter Parker x Stepsister!reader)
27. Thigh Riding (Dom!Remus Lupin x Sub!reader)
28. Brat Taming (Dom!Eddie x Sub!reader)
29. Refrigerator light (Dad!Steve Harrington x Mum!reader)
30. Pet Play (Dom!Bucky Barnes x Sub!reader)
31. The Lion and The Lamb, Part Three. (Vampire!King!Eddie x Princess!reader)
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ddejavvu · 1 year
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Stepdad!Remus for mvm? Movie night, it's starting to get too late so reader's mom goes to bed and reader takes the chance to suck Remus off on the couch... If your ok with it ofc. Sorry if I made uncomfortable, luv u
this post is 18+ (and so are its characters) and dark, minors dni.
You've only been on your knees for five minutes, and they're aching. You blame the hardwood that Remus had insisted on installing, but you have a sneaking suspicion he only did that so that you'd have to try to hide your red knees the next day. He has you kneeling by the couch, a hand on your head to keep your face pressed between his thighs. His cock is gagging you as it presses into the back of your throat, your lips soaked in drool as it drips down your chin.
"Don't-" Remus glances down at you when you gag, the sound echoing slightly around the room. "Keep quiet, darling. Just because she went to bed doesn't mean she's asleep."
You nod, lips sliding against the length of his dick as you do so. He groans at the sight, eyes dark as he watches you take him fully between your lips.
"Good," He groans, watching as you fight the urge to gag. He feels your throat constrict around him but no noise comes out, only the soft squelch of your spit-soaked lips as you tighten them around his cock.
"That's m'girl," He hums, jaw tightening as you suckle at the head of his cock, tongue lapping up the bead of precum at its tip, "You're good at this, y'know. 'Been practicing on anyone else?"
"No," You mumble around his cock, the vibrations of your voice eliciting a choked groan from him and making his dick twitch against your tongue, "No one but you, daddy."
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morwap · 2 years
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your lips, my lips. apocalypse📼; dbf!remus fucking you dumb at a family gathering 😵💫
cheating, hair pulling,
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you weren’t expecting to see remus when your dad had told you he was having a little family get together but now you were bent over your old desk with remus’ hand in your hair and his cock buried deep inside of you.
maybe this was the dumbest thing you’ve ever done, you’d brought your new boyfriend to meet your family that had just started living with you at your own apartment an hour away from here and you end up fucking your dads best friend. not to mention James, your dads other friend had brought harry and harry brought his soon to be wife ginny, now more of a chance of getting caught.
your eyes rolled back as remus’ grip tightened and pulled your head back by your hair, “that boy you brought, god- he’s fucking pathetic” remus groaned, your hands gripped the edge of your desk. “rem- please” you whined as his balls slapped against your clit, your legs were wobbly you were surprised that you could even hold yourself up.
“what would he think if he saw you so fucking desperate for me hm? so fucking cock drunk huh?” remus chuckled lightly, watching your ass giggle as he pounded into you. you whined at the mention of your boyfriend, “it’s alright baby i’ll take good care of you, make sure he won’t suspect a thing” remus purred in your ear then kissing the top of your head before letting go of your hair.
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saltywritings · 1 year
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slumber party ( regulus black + reader )
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summary: regulus black ends up crashing the slumber party and needless to say, he has other plans for you.
warnings: minors, for the love of all that is good please do not interact: slight innocence kink!, some somnophilia, noncon elements, overall dark content, perverted regulus black, oblivious friends.
word count: 1,515
"regulus! you need to be quiet before my parents hear." pandora scolded him through gritted teeth. the two of you were grabbing onto his arms to pull him up to your window after he had so valiantly made the climb up from the ground. pandora's parents were long asleep by now and were under the impression that you, her, and dorcas were all having a slumber party. an innocent slumber party between the girls. that was, of course, until regulus sent owl after owl begging to come over.
regulus flopped onto the bedroom floor with a thud, using the palm of his hands to pull himself up and the rest of himself through the window. "hey! you try climbing that vine-" regulus objected as pandora closed the window.
"what? crouch and rosier too busy for you?" dorcas laughed, causing a giggle to escape not only your lips but pandora's as well.
"not sure. didn't even ask." regulus announced, he moved over to the edge of pandora's blue bed and sat down beside you. one of his arms went to wrap around your shoulder. it was friendly, and yet, his arm pulled you in close. his fingertips grazed the bare skin of your thigh before resting his arm behind you. his side was touching yours but he didn't even do as much as look at you. "i would much rather be here with you girls to be honest." regulus confessed, his green eyes finally looking down to meet your own. he only caught your eyes for a moment, maybe two, before he looked back to the group of girls.
"yeah, sure. whatever you say, reggie." you quipped lightly, a smile tearing at the corners of your mouth. regulus turned back to you, grey eyes narrowing as you let out a small giggle.
"i'm being serious!" regulus exclaimed, putting his hands up playfully. pandora's eyes narrowing on him. "please, continue what you were doing. i would love to participate." he urged to them.
"no way! y/n was talking about boys-" dorcas was quick to throw you under the bus, chuckling a bit as she did so. you face went pink and your legs were soon brought up to your chest.
"no i wasn't!" you yelped in a failed attempt to defend yourself and get your friends to shut their fucking mouths'.
"okay fine she was talking about a boy-" pandora chimed in you grabbed a near by stuffy on her bed and threw it at her head. the blonde dodged only to snicker.
"a boy?" regulus questioned, raising one of his slender eyebrows. "what's this boys name?" regulus question, he was seething with obvious jealousy and you were sulking in embarrassment.
"there's no boy- can we please just talk about something else?" you were practically begging your friends at this point. the sides of your face were turning practically as pink as your pajamas. regulus's eyes did not move from you, his dark wisps of hair falling in his face practically begging you for an answer with his eyes.
"fine, fine. we were going to make hex bags. you can help." pandora insisted to him before moving to the side of the room to grab supplies. your face was still pink from the embarrassment, knowing before regulus you were talking about him. more or less, gushing over those dark eyes before he game scaling the side of pandora's house.
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the four of you had spent many of hours of the night eating pumpkin cakes and making hex bags. regulus was by your side the entire time. his arm would sometimes slip behind you, his breath would brush against the bare skin of your shoulders or the back of your neck. regulus couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you in your little sleep set the entire night. this was perhaps the first time he had seen you in something so revealing before. regulus would sometimes allow his fingers to dance gently across the skin of your thighs as he reached for something, just to get a feeling of your soft skin. it was rare he was able to find access to your thighs without being obvious he was doing so, especially with them being exposed as they were tonight.
when the late hours of the night passed there was an agreeance to get some rest. the sun had set long ago and regulus found you yawning every now again in conversation. pandora and dorcas were sleeping on her twin bed, bundled in their own blankets with their head towards the others feet. you and regulus were sleeping on the floor, however, covered in blankets and pillows regulus was so close to you. he would watch as you welcomed slumber quickly, snoozing off innocently.
he would wait though, until an hour passed. making sure everyone had been deep in their own sleep. in an ideal situation pandora and dorcas wouldn't be here, but the opportunity to get close to you presented itself and regulus couldn't refuse. especially now, so close he could touch you. the slytherin boy slid himself closer to you slightly. your bodies nearly touching as regulus slid his hand into the waist band of his pants. he could feel himself growing tender just by the sent of your hair. regulus breathed your sent in again as you slept soundly. with a hand wrapped around the base of his cock regulus began to feverishly pump himself in his own pants.
the black haired boy knew he would be thinking about you in these little pink shorts for weeks to come. that the very curvature of your ass was enough to take him, but the fact he could see your tender nipples poking through the silk of the top? that was enough to milk regulus dry. he had remembered the first time he was able to get a look up your skirt. when he had dropped a pencil by accident and gotten a single glance at your clothed cunt through your plush thighs. he thought of it each night, wishing he could live under your skirt. regulus let out a little grunt it was soft and quiet not enough to wake anyone but enough for him to scold himself. regulus knew he should just look at you, watch your breathing as your tits rose and fall, look at the bit of your ass that was falling from your little shorts. but temptation was getting the best of him. he figured, he could touch you, only if he had been gentle about it. not to wake you. even in his own lustful state he understood the gravity of what he was doing but he couldn't seem to help himself. not when he lusted for you day and night.
regulus allowed his nimble finger tips to dance across the skin of your stomach reaching under the silk of your shirt. carefully his finger tips traveled over your perky nipples. he had to bite his own lip as he throbbed in his pants and into his own hand, which was no pumping harder then before. regulus's eyes moved in the dark to make sure you were still asleep, your hadn't even twitched. regulus soon allowed his fingers move to the waist band of your little sleep shorts. he knew he shouldn't, but you were out cold and despite his better judgement he couldn't resist himself.
regulus allowed his fingers to slide down the waist band of your shorts grunting slightly as the tips of his fingers met your warm cunt. you weren't even wearing any underwear. not so innocent after all, regulus thought to himself. the tip of his fingers made their way to your warm folds, his hand pumping faster as he realized you were already wet. "fuck," regulus grumbled beneath his own breath. his fingers pushed past your folds and made their way quickly to your clit, rubbing little circles into your clit. regulus could feel himself at the brink of his own orgasm, as he could feel the wetness of your cunt slick around his fingers, his eyes watching as your face contorted in your sleep to the feeling of his fingers, and his own lust only growing.
regulus didn't even realize how fast he begun to move his fingers around your clit, as he did so at the pace of his own fist around his cock. chasing his own high. you were moaning in your sleepy, quiet little moans, that only made regulus more feverish. regulus would reach his own orgasm, cumming in his own pants as he removed his fingers from within you and brought them to his lips. you tasted sweet. regulus had decided then and there he would put his face in that cunt of yours if it was the very last thing he ever did.
regulus was just about to turn over and finally get some rest now that he was covered in his own cum, when he heard a voice, your voice. it was no more then a mumble but you were speaking to him. "reggie, why did you stop?"
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soapyblubbles · 2 years
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*⚬‧✩˚‧ 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 ‧˚✩‧⚬*
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pairings: james potter x nymph!reader
warnings: grinding, implied smut, etc.
a/n: written on my phone a long ass time ago… I figured I should probably start posting something if I wanted to start writing on this platform lol (I had to come back in and edit this because for some reason it didn't have half of the actual scene in the post. So to make up for that I added more to it)
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“Fuck- you can’t- don’t touch there.” His voice is strained and his jaw is clenched. There’s something dark in his eyes as he looks at you.
You whine, pouting at him as you tilt your head in a pleading manner. Resting you chin on James’ chest, you peer up at him with doe eyes, “Why?”
He lets out a frustrated groan, “Fuck- M’sorry love, you jus’ can’t. Pads and Moony will get-“
"Oh come on Prongs, she's practically gagging for it." Sirius says from the doorway. His black leather jacket is slung over his shoulders and the lit cigarette is dangling from his puckered lips. He watches the two of you with kissed eyes, "Giver her what she's begging for. I would."
Sirius rolls his eyes. "Moony will be fine. We need to break her in anyways."
One look at your wide eyes and James cracks, pulling you onto his lap. "M'gonna teach you something love- s'gonna be so fun."
You perk up at the word fun, knowing that anytime James says it it's always true. "Fun?"
"Yeah- fun. You know fun, right love?" You nod eagerly, forgetting to respond as you cling to James' forearm tightly.
"Words." Sirius calls out boredly, taking a drag of his cigarette. You frown, brows furrowing as you look at Sirius. "Know fun. Promise."
"Of course you do," James placates before Sirius can snap back a response, "because you're my good girl." He scoots you along his torso until your thighs are slung around his waist. "Now, what you're gonna do is-" His rough palms grip your hips tightly and roll you forward. You gasp at the unfamiliar feeling that shoots between your legs. "-grind your pretty little pussy on m'abs. Okay princess?"
"But Jamie.." You trail off with a gasp as he does it again, both of your gazes zeroing in on the action.
"Yes or no question, pup." Sirius chimes in, still standing in the same spot though he looks infinitely more interested now.
"Kay Jamie, will." You nod your head resolutely, letting James slowly start to guide your hips along the crevices of his toned stomach.
"Good girl."
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gracesmusings4adults · 7 months
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Dark!Harry Potter AU
Angel
DarkWeasley Twins x Reader
Part 1
Pretty Girl
Dark!Remus x Reader
Part 1 (coming soon)
Baby Girl
Dark!Sirius x Innocent!Reader
Dumb Girl
Dark!James x Rival!Reader
Cry Baby
Dark!Regulus x Reader
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fuckmymunson · 2 years
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18+, dark content, minors DNI! | Obsessed!Remus for the soul♡
a/n: hi, my name is Omel and you're watching disney channel *draws a cock with a wand*
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Fool of you to assume it was over.
It started simply: With that disquieting feeling of being watched. Something— no, someone was skulking around every corner, every window, behind every door. Eyes glued to your back, scrutinizing every movement, every step, every word.
Things escalated; weeks later, little notes could be found in between your notebooks, inside your bag, and even one time on your desk, at potions class. Every letter was the same, same bold, black ink, no sender, and the same scent that was engraved on your brain by memory.
Chocolate and cinnamon.
“What’s wrong?” Your new boyfriend asked you, holding your hand. The note on your hand was different from the others, placed in between your Transfiguration textbook; It felt almost threatening,
«I would rather experience this love even if it wasn't meant to be, than to not experience your sweet loving at all.»
“Nothing, just an old draft of an essay.” You replied, tucking the piece of paper with the rest of the letters, inside your bag, giving him a reassuring smile.
During one of your night patrols, you felt it again.
Eyes all over you, roaming your body. Someone. Someone you knew, someone you loved. Wand in hand, the weak beam of light flickered as if it sensed your sudden fear. Quickening your pace, you breathed through your nose, determined to not let panic get a hold of you. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, crushing your eardrums, you heard the steps behind you matching your tempo.
“Lumos Maxi—” Your words were abruptly cut off by a scarred hand clasped to your mouth. The same scent of the letter flooded your nostrils. Chocolate, cinnamon and the proximity of the figure allowed you to breath in the subtle fragance of sandalwood.
Which happened to be Remus’s favourite incense.
The frightened whine was muffled by his large hand and his tall frame caged your body against the cold, stone wall, this side of the castle was barely patrolled, you knew that, and he did too. Tears, hot and heavy rolled down your cheeks, staining his sleeve.
“Shhh–” He spoke softly, his nose brushing with yours. “Sorry to scare you, love. I know how easily startled you can be.”
His hand move away from your mouth. “What do you want from me?” You sobbed, scared. “Remus, p–please.” Cupping your face, you flinched at the touch, not letting him brush the tears off, not letting him take care of you.
“Don’t cry, love.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. “Did you receive my letter?”
“Just leave me alone, please.” The desperate cry only seemed to diminish his patience. “It’s been almost a year, just let me go—.”
“Poor baby.” Remus cooed at you, with fake empathy. “Did you really think I’ll let you go that easily?”
He knew, Remus knew exactly what cards to play, to have you putty in his hands. You were weak, you were always a giver, a naive little girl. You tried to push him away, only fueling his anger, his obsession.
Fighting back was useless, and you learned it the bad way. When his scarred hand returned to your mouth, this time from behind, while the other was too busy gripping your hips hard enough to draw bruises on your delicate skin, the tears found their way to the floor, in a place between your feet. Hopeless, stupid, trapped.
"I'm sure your new boyfriend can't fuck you as I can," Remus growled in your ear, his cock buried inside you, hitting all the right spots, just like only he knew. "I'm sure he can't even make you cum."
His madness was suffocating, just like his love used to be. He kept pounding, harder, deeper. Your toes curling in the insides of your mary janes, your hips miserably buckling back, unconsciously begging for more, the slick running down your thighs betraying your thoughts. You hated every second of it, but your body seemed to love it.
Your velvety, warm walls clenched around his hard cock, earning you a breathless chuckle. "Pathetic. Look at you, at least I know this pretty cunt still loves me." Remus continued fucking you, using you, knowing that deep down, this is how you adored it.
It became too much, too painful, your abused cunt gushing around him, overworked. "Fucking milk me dry, you cheating slut." Remus whispered in your ear, before descending into a spiral of madness at the delicious sensation of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides, just like he used to do.
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Brought you by: Remus's favorite tea
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randomoutsiders · 9 months
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erggg what is wrong w me im literally such a whore. i think sending in requests just fufills my need to talk to someone ab what im thinking if that makes sense??? im actually ashamed of how many ive sent in. (dont you dare even say sum like "no no its okay" BC ITS NOT OKAY ITS ME NOT YOU)
but stepbro!remus finding your pornhub and jerking off to it every moment he can.
OF COURSE IT'S OKAY CAUSE IT IS
there are a plethora of different women and men alike with available content to help drain the ache in his balls, but he always seems to gravitate toward your page. you're not actual siblings, he attempts to justify, his mouse darting over the screen before it lands on the hyperlink he's more than accustomed to, free hand already easing into his unbuttoned trousers.
besides, he reasons, hissing at the girthy weight of his cock in his hand. why else would your account be public?
the swell of your breasts bobs below the cutoff of the camera, hardened nipples obscured by its boundaries. you're talking, but the sounds are unnecessary, his eyes captivated by the movement of your lips instead, a pretty pink gloss slathered neatly over the pillow of them.
he runs a thumb over the oozing head of his girth, the other hand rolling his balls over his palm. "merlin, kid," he gripes, nearly moaning when you shimmy backward, revealing yourself in the nude. pretty thighs part to reveal a weepy cunt, a thatch of pubic hair obscuring a pebbling clit that begs to be touched.
his hand works faster, and the coil that snaps in his abdomen, begging for liberation is a twanging reminder that he's merely two minutes (and 32 seconds) into this video, and he's already near a tantalizing release.
he gasps wetly, spitting into his palm to gain better lubrication, hips bucking into the warmth of the appendage, watching as you delve manicured fingers into your gummy entrance, revealing tight walls that beg to be stretched full. "gonna fuck y'dumb," he whispers to himself, groaning out loud. "gonna take that pussy next christmas, hm? and you're gonna fuckin' like it too.."
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riddle means misery | part 1.
Summary: Y/N Riddle. Not much more has to be said. Everyone hates her. She’s evil... she has to be. 
Warnings for the Series: 18+, this series is dark. Manipulation, dubcon verging on noncon, abuse of power, violence, ed mentions, death, blood, 
Pairing: unknown yet x black!reader
Word Count: 4.6k
A/N I: Hopefully this goes without saying but neither me as the author or my readers condone these acts in real life. We enjoy these scenarios in fiction to explore dark thoughts or for escapism or for whatever reason. If this makes you uncomfortable then please protect yourself and do not read BUT any hate towards my readers who enjoy this story will not be tolerated. Once again, fiction is fiction and we do not condone any of this disgusting behavior in real life!!
A/N II: This is the (hopefully) final, darker version of Sunshine/Princesse de Mort. Hopefully, y’all enjoy and we reached the proper darkness of the fic. Obviously it can only be so dark since this is supposed to have a happy ending but I’m confident we will all be pleased with this.  
A/N III: Vote on your guy for the future pairing. A post about the poll can be found in an answered ask posted before this post. 
(Series Masterlist)
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A little grunt escaped your mouth as you tried to grab your book that was currently floating away. It wasn’t even your book. Standing up from the table, you went to chase after it. You were all but three steps past your table when you tripped over your suddenly untied shoelaces and your hand landed conveniently on some lionfish nettles. Hissing, you sat up to pull the nettles from your now bleeding hand. The book wasn’t even in your sight by the time you picked them all out. 
You could hear laughter from far away when you ran outside to catch up to your missing item. So it was a Ravenclaw messing with you this study hall period. You needed the book. You couldn’t afford a replacement. Money wasn’t something that ran abundantly. The little money in your family’s vault was frozen by The Ministry. Not that it mattered to your father. Lord Voldemort didn’t pay for anything. Most of your things, you never liked to think about where they came from and tried to get rid of them once you quickly found a decent replacement. 
Everything else came from money you earned helping the house-elves at Hogwarts. You lived at the castle year-round. You had ever since you were eleven. Voldemort didn’t make his presence known— you were escorted to Platform 9 and ¾ by one of his followers with a wand and a letter in hand. Hogwarts was where he grew up. He still saw it as a place to hone magical talents and wanted you to go. He also requested— demanded— that Dumbledore keep you there. His heir wasn’t meant to get herself killed in a war.
You were meant to become the second most powerful wizard, after only your father, and rise up to take his place in the new wizarding world order when the time came. Dumbledore couldn’t have denied you if he wanted to. The moment The Ministry found out, you were practically forced to be there. They couldn’t throw you in prison when you hadn’t done anything but house-arrest at Hogwarts until you were an adult was good enough for the moment.  
You crawled under the table to grab your wand before going to chase the book out of the Great Hall. The book kept flapping like a bird, just out of your reach. You thought you might be able to grab it as you headed outside before hitting a body and falling to the ground.  A boy grabbed the floating book. 
“Here— oh, here you go, Padfoot. Riddle’s little book.”
You pulled yourself up from the ground to see some of your least favorite people. The Marauders were the oddest puzzle to you. Their torment was tame in comparison to everyone else. It felt more like bullying than torture. But, everyone seemed to respect them despite it. If they made you their target for the day then no one else did because they hoped they would be there to see your humiliation. You looked at James as you smoothed out your scarlet and gold tie. He watched your hands, noting one bleeding slightly. 
“Still not sure how you tricked the Hat into putting you anywhere but Slytherin.”
“I didn’t tri— can I please just have my book back, James?” 
“What book? Wormtail, do you know what book she’s talking about?”
“No clue, Moony?”
“Haven’t seen a book, Padfoot?”
“Are you talking about that book over there?” 
You looked behind Sirius to see a small fire. You ran over to try and put it out but it was too late. Sirius must’ve set it on fire the moment James handed it to him. You groaned in exasperation. It was a library book. The librarian already looked at you with so much disgust for even daring to step foot in the library. She’d be livid. You realized, as you still patted at the book, that you’d have to give up some shopping money for it. A hot sensation creeped close to your skin before a sharp bit of pain. You looked down to see the bottom of your skirt on fire, quickly scrambling to put it out. The Marauders laughed and high-fived Peter as they walked away.
You gave the boys a look as they left. Your first stop tomorrow would be to buy the book at Hogsmeade and give it to the librarian. In the meantime you went back to the Great Hall to try and get all your stuff. It was covered in ink that you suspected wasn’t coming off easily. Another night of staying up late to complete homework. You weren’t even sure why you bothered doing your work. It wasn’t like you were on anyone’s nice list. Even Dumbledore, who once had faith in Tom Riddle being a good wizard, didn’t care much for you. But multiple school years later and you still had faith. There was still a chance for everyone to see the real you before you all went out into the world. 
The book was the first thing you bought in Hogsmeade. A small meow garnered your attention as you left the bookstore. You looked in the bushes to see a tiny kitten that seemed abandoned. The little thing that you immediately named Finnegan made no protest to you scooping her up. You walked through the village and back towards the castle. You needed to get back before everyone else woke up and went down to the village. When you made it to the front doors of the castle, you could hear four sets of footsteps behind you and sighed as you waited for one of them to say or do something. 
“Princess!” That would be James. 
He took to taunting you with the Slytherin’s Princess nickname. Peter and Sirius both preferred Little Dark One. Remus liked Ring Leader. You turned to face them, wrapping your cardigan around you. 
“Yes, James?”
“Where are you going?”
“I just want to go back to my room. I don’t wa—”
“Potter!” 
You closed your eyes at the voice behind you. It was Evan Rosier which meant Severus and Mulciber were definitely with him. The cackle behind you let you know that Bellatrix and Narcissa were with them. They were the Death Eater posse— everyone had no doubt that they would join your father’s side. You tried to stay away as much as possible but they always found you. They made it a mission to be your personal bodyguards and whatever else they thought you needed.  
“Bloody hell,” you whispered. 
“Rosie!” James sneered. “What do we owe this pleasure?” 
“Fuck off, Potter” Evan whipped out his wand. 
You scurried out of the way as Evan practically threw himself to take your place in an impromptu duel. That was always the scariest part for you. Dueling. You didn’t want to think about what would happen if the school found out you were a squib. It just looked like you refused to perform spells— and none of the teachers ever bothered to make you try. No one really wanted to see you perform magic anyway. You had more magic than most squibs but it still wasn’t enough to get past second, maybe third year of school. It certainly wasn’t enough magic now.  
You could still hear footsteps following you. The stride sounded so calm compared to your scurry. A hand grabbed your shoulders and pulled you back, almost slamming you against the wall but stopping just shy of doing so. Remus gave you a smile that would seem so sweet if it was on anyone but him. 
“You know they’ll just duel you later, might as well just stay and take it now, Ring Leader.”
“So you can dangle me from the ceiling like you all did to Severus last week?”
“Snivellus came up with that jinx, not everyone else’s fault if it caught on with all of us. I’ll let you down after a few minutes, won’t be nearly as long as Snape was dangling from that tree.”
“I'd rather not have my knickers shown to the entire school, it’s the one thing you haven’t made fun of yet.”
Remus eyed the skirt of your dress, one hand moving to grab the bottom of it. “They have little hearts on them?”
You wormed your way out of his grip and kept going towards Gryffindor tower. Remus laughed. 
“So they do have hearts on them!” 
You acted like you didn’t hear him as you walked. You silently cursed as the staircase moved, giving the Marauders the opportunity to catch up to you. 
“Princess got herself a kitty. Rosie and Snivellus were not nearly as fun to duel,” James started as he boxed you in between the four of them. “Let’s set a date for it, Princess.”
“I’m not Princess, stop calling me that.”
Peter laughed. “I think all the little Slytherins at your beck and call say otherwise.”
“I don’t ask them t—”
“It’s not like you have to,” Sirius cut you off. “Why wouldn’t they follow the head Death Eater?”
“I’m not, how many times do I have to say I’m not a Death Eater?”
“Y/N Riddle. I think that proves everything we need to know.” 
You felt a gust of wind and found yourself pushed down, holding out a hand so you wouldn’t squish Finnegan. Peter pushed you back down as they walked past you. If you weren’t in the same House, you would walk in the opposite direction but you had no choice aside from continuing. 
Skirting past everyone in the common room, you practically ran towards your room. Finnegan seemed to like your space. It was weird. Your bed was surrounded by enchanted things and runes to stop your roommates from ruining your stuff. But Finnegan didn’t care about all the weird shit, hopping right over one of the cauldrons that was always filled with a bright blue liquid. You scratched between her ears and hung up your cardigan on the little jacket hooks near your bed. Sitting at your desk, you finished a few essays for Defense Against the Dark Arts until it was time for lunch. Your cat came with you when you grabbed your blanket and left your room. The hallways were empty as you walked through them.  
It was safe to go outside. Moments like this were your favorite. They made you think of summer when the castle was almost completely empty, even Dumbledore didn’t stay around all the time. It was the most peaceful time of year for you. 
The Marauders spotted you as you quietly walked into The Great Hall holding a blanket and your cat. They weren’t going to mess with you, having had their fill earlier. But they did stare as they watched you grab some finger food from the serving tray closest to the door and then make a quick exit. Peter snorted.
“It’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it?”
Remus mumbled an agreement through a mouthful of food. You ate in your room, splitting some with Finnegan. Before any of your roommates could come back, you decided to take a nice shower. Only once did you ever use the bathtub. It took too long and left you too vulnerable and naked no matter how many locking enchantments were put on it. You quickly got ready for bed and stayed up reading a fiction book until you were tired enough to go to bed. The curtains were drawn around your room in hopes to make your roommates forget that you existed.
Sunday was your reprieve. Everyone had to take a break from messing with you at some point. You grabbed your journals and headed to the Dark Forest. It was technically forbidden without teacher supervision but no one ever stopped you. You had two main expertises of magic— Darks Arts and Potions. 
Your magic wasn’t strong enough for dueling but it was strong enough for simple charms and spells needed to make potions work. You figured that you were pretty good at Herbology but that was only because you had to be for Potions— same for being decent at Care of Magical Creatures. Your journals held studies for all your work. 
You wanted to head into the forest to collect samples of unicorn blood and compare it to various saps from fairy fruits. The goal was to see how much the fruit could mimic unicorn blood. You were expecting the blood sample to be ready in a few days— two unicorns were about to give birth and two were almost dead. If you couldn’t get the blood from the birth, you could collect it from the dead unicorns without hurting them or cursing yourself. The fairy fruits could be collected today. You wanted to sketch them and then mark the saps in the journal. You nearly jumped out your skin when you made it back out the forest. 
“Is this the Charms homework from Thursday?” Sirius grabbed your journal.
You scrambled to try and get the book back. 
“What’s so good that you get top marks?”
“Hand it over, Padfoot.” Remus stuck out his hand. 
Your eyes widened in horror at watching the journal be torn to shreds. It might have been a new journal but it still had three months worth of research in it. Studying for new potions and dark arts didn’t just happen overnight. Quickly, you shoved the other journal into your bag before they could go after it. James twirled his wand in his hands as he stared at you with a tilt of his head. 
“You ever consider a haircut?” 
You shook your head as you started to run back towards the castle in a zigzag fashion. The Marauders laughed at how ridiculous you looked. Being bored for the day, they decided to follow you. You were headed to the owlery anyway and see if there was a letter. You hadn’t responded to your father after the last two which meant you should respond to this one. As expected, there was the letter. You read it over. It wasn’t very different from the last one. 
He hoped you passed your last homework assignment and were studying hard for your OWLs, he’d send you something for Valentine’s Day to keep up with the tradition that your mother started before she wound up in prison and then died, and the marriage list at the bottom was updated. You hated that list more than anything. Arranged marriage and specifically with a man your father chose was absolutely horrid. 
You frowned at seeing Lucius Malfoy now at the top. It must be because of the rally he’s planning on having. Your father really liked Lucius. He was pureblood, rich, and just as arrogant. He liked how Lucius didn’t hesitate to hex someone in your first year of schooling if they tried to mess with you. You hated that the eleven year old you did used to cling to Lucius when you didn’t know if you could handle everybody’s bullying. He probably told that story and it got back to your father. You would have to correct that right away in the next letter that Lucius shouldn’t be at the top of his list. You wanted to put that there should be no list. Two names that frustrated you to no end were also back— 
“Why the fuck is my name there and Reggie?” Sirius had snatched the letter out of your hand. 
You hadn’t even heard them coming because of how loud the owlery could be. Peter pointed at the letter. 
He smirked. “You should start dating, Pads, won’t that make dear Daddy happy?”
The other boy scoffed. “Wouldn’t even fuck her with a bag over her head.” 
“I want my letter back.”
They laughed when you tried to snatch it back, Sirius quickly pulling it out of your reach. 
“Why?”
“Please.”
Sirius whistled and his family owl came flying to him. “Dump it wherever, maybe somewhere in London.” 
The owl took the letter in its beak. You could do nothing but watch the owl fly out of your reach and through the window. You purposely shouldered the boys as you walked past— your back quickly slammed into Remus’ chest as you pulled you back. The arm around your throat, pinning you to him, got a little tighter. He pulled your wand out of your back pocket and held it right in front of your face. The wood looked like it was bending a little under his grip. 
“Try getting bold again and I’ll break this into pieces. Understood?”
You caught the wand before it landed on the stairs. Quickly, but not too quickly so no one else would notice you, you made your way back to Gryffindor Tower. You penned your father a letter telling him about your new cat and your classes. You only left to return to the owlery when you knew that James started quidditch practice because all of them would most likely be there.   
The four boys caught you looking at them on Monday morning. You tried to sit at the end of the table closer to the professors specifically because of Mondays with the Marauders. Normally they messed with you by this time of day. They had made sure of that. Monday morning, every morning since second year was there spot for taunting. Their favorite joke was making every bit of food or drink you tried to put to your mouth disappear. Lily and Marlene scoffed when you squinted your eyes. 
“Do you want something, Riddle?” Marlene yelled. 
Your head immediately ducked down as snickers started from around the room. You kept eating your breakfast until suddenly your face was slammed into the bowl of porridge. You looked up to see Dorcas putting her wand away. It was clear to you that the students decided your breakfast was over. You didn’t even bother getting something else before leaving even though you were still hungry. 
McGonagall didn’t even look at you as she entered the classroom. You were used to being ignored by her. Floating you scroll to her desk with one of the few spells that you could do, you waited for her to grab your homework. McGonagall simply looked at it and didn’t bother picking it up. Her entire demeanor changed when Lily walked in followed by the others. She, and surprisingly the Marauders, set their homework done and McGonagall simply beamed about how lovely it was that they did it early. 
You sunk down in your seat. No one sat at your desk. The only time you ever had a desk partner was if Gryffindors were paired with Slytherins and one of the Death Eater posse had the same class period as you. 
Your nose scrunched at the smell of burning fabric. In a panic, you were fishing all of your supplies out of your schoolbag. The bag was ruined. It wasn’t just burnt but there was a giant hole in the bottom of it. You knew that you should’ve soaked the bag in the fireproof potion before you used it right away. You had to carry your books to your next class, waiting until your free period to go back to your room and turn a headscarf into a sack to carry everything. The only thing getting you through the day was the idea that in two days it would be Valentine’s Day. 
Was it wrong to look forward to getting presents from your dad and the Death Eater posse? Yes, but it was the only nice stuff you ever got. The real question was when would you get the presents. The posse would probably just show up at Gryffindor Tower or escort you to Slytherin but you’d have to go to The Great Hall or the owlery to get the gift from your dad. 
In the end, you figured that you’d have better chances in the owlery. The one thing no one would do was push you out the tower so it was infinitely safer. You got the parcel left before anyone else could show up. You went to the library to browse for some books. It was funny. You didn’t even like reading all that much but it was all you could do. Read and research for potions. You had no friends to talk to, no sports to play, no clubs to attend. It sucked because you really wanted to play quidditch but the old captain aimed a bludger at your head. She was graduating and would be here next year but you were too scared to try-out again with James as captain. 
The books on the romance shelves called to you as you passed by. They were some of your favorites to read. Romance and found families. Sometimes you wanted to roll your eyes at yourself because it was sort of sadistic to keep reading about what you were never going to get. You grabbed a few and debated what to do next. Safety was found in your bed. But you really hated being cooped up. You weren’t meant to stay inside and cramped up all the time. Finnegan poked her head out of your old tote bag that you patched up until you could buy another school bag. 
If your cat wanted to be outside then you would be outside as well. The Black Lake pier seemed nice enough. The wind was a little biting but still nice when you sat down. It blew at your long red skirt that kissed the top of the water. You were in red and pink to celebrate Valentine’s Day. Finnegan was walking up and down the pier, sometimes swatting at a merperson that wanted to look at her, while you went to look at your presents.
Regulus, Bellatrix, and Narcissa all chipped in for fancy chocolates. The Carrows got you a small pad of parchment that was covered in hearts. Others got you cards. You opened the parcel from your dad to see another stuffed bear, some chocolates, and nail polish. There was also a bracelet, earrings, and a necklace. Your mouth dropped open. It was some of the most beautiful jewelry that you ever saw which made you upset. 
If it wasn’t jewelry that you bought, you always sold it to the second-hand shop. You couldn’t wear something that was potentially taken off someone he murdered. Your hand paused when you saw the letter. The earrings, bracelet, and necklace were from Lucius. A pout crossed your face. You didn’t want to really have anything from him— especially because you were positive he knew he was top of your father’s marriage list. But at the same time, if Lucius got you the jewelry, then you knew for certain it was bought and not stolen. You never really owned pearls before. You loved pearls but they were always stolen or you sold them for money. The set was too pretty to give away. You’d probably write to Lucius just once to thank him. 
You were putting in the earrings when your head practically spun from getting hit with something hard. You felt warm liquid run down your face before the metallic taste hit your tongue. Before your hand was in front of your face you already knew that what you were touching was blood. Sitting in your lap was a bloodied stone. You almost screamed as another rock hit you. On the side shoreline, a group of students were throwing rocks. You scrambled to get up and grab your stuff to leave. 
Suddenly, you felt yourself hoisted into the air. Your screams to be put down were cut off by a mouth full of water. Panic ran through you for a moment when you found yourself sinking instead of floating because of the abruptness of landing in the lake. Your lungs burned when you reached the small sandy shore by the pier. 
Water and vomit hit the sandy ground. You rolled in the other direction to avoid getting in it. A hand ran over your face. At least the bleeding stopped although you had a headache that you would need to get something for… if Madame Pomfrey actually listened for once. Fingers flitted to your ear. You sat up immediately and crawled back towards the water, pulling out your wand. 
“Accio earring! Earring! Accio! Acci…” 
You gave up. One of the merpeople must have grabbed the piece of jewelry. Either that or it was too far down for your magic to work. Considering the summoning spell was supposed to be useful no matter how far away an object was, you figured this was probably the limitations due to your squibness. Giving up, you went back to the pier to gather your things and leave. Finnegan, who had been hiding in a bush, followed behind you as you left wet footsteps through the castle. Coming outside fucking sucked.  
You continued to read in your room until it was time for the feast. You wouldn’t go but holiday food tended to be the most delicious so you would suffer through all the hearts if that meant you got nice food. The book, chocolates, and nail polish all came with you. Dinner was calm for the first half. No one could do too much with the adults around. 
The professors never protected you but even they knew that they had a responsibility to laws which meant you couldn’t be hurt with them watching or they’d have to step in. All bullying was relatively harmless at meal time. You charmed your book to stay upright and flip when you were finished reading a page. It gave you the chance to eat and move on to eating your chocolates and painting your nails. They were all painted pink except for one on each hand that was red. You switched to smaller brushes so you could paint heart details. You gasped when the nail polish bottle was tipped over, panicking when your book started to float away as well. It was impossible to stand up. Only your eyes could move as you watched the book leave. They really petrified you at dinner? You were used to it happening at lunch or breakfast so you could be made late to class. You felt a hand grab your face and turn it to look at them. 
James chuckled. “You were wrong, Moony. She likes the hearts on her nails, not her knickers.”
They laughed as you went wide-eyed and felt your face heat up. They walked off but didn’t remove the charm. No one removed the charm. Slowly, students and professors alike exited the hall. You would just have to wait the few hours it took to become unpetrified. Little by little, you felt control of your limbs. A large sigh left your mouth as you practically flew away from the table. You desperately needed to use the bathroom. You didn’t even care that the closest bathroom was Moaning Myrtle’s stomping ground.  
“Petrificus Totalus!” 
The last word that left your mouth was no before you hit the floor. You heard Dorcas’ voice and felt yourself turned over to see her as well as the rest of the Marauders and their friends. They were sitting on the steps just watching you. Sirius was holding your cat and you weren’t even sure how he got Finnegan from your room.
“That was a very large glass of water, Y/N. And the pumpkin juice and the tea. We have a bet. Me, Lils, Wormtail, and Griff don’t think you’ll last more than two minutes. The others say five. Do us a favor and go quickly. We’ve got some galleons on the line.” 
If you could shake your head you would. Peter brought out a timer. You just had to make it past five minutes and you’d be let go. That was easier said than done. Your eyes shut as you heard the scoffing laughter and felt a puddle forming underneath you. Peter tapped the timer. 
“Three minutes and twenty seconds, pay up.”
(part 2)...
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