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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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Annoying

Paring: Remus Lupin x fem!reader Warning: NSFW! MDNI 18+ unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of oral sex. If I’ve forgotten anything let me know! Summary: Remus finds the reader so annoyingly distracting. A/N: for the anon that wanted a mix of enemies to lovers and Remus losing control near the full moon. I hope I did it justice. Requests are open!

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Remus Lupin isn’t one to hate people, sure there is only a select few people that he actually likes spending time with and considers his good friends but that doesn’t mean that he dislikes everyone else, he just doesn’t have time for a lot of people, especially annoying people. And some people are just more annoying than others and most times those people don’t even realise they’re acting as such. Except for the girl who is basically in every one of his classes, you. Remus is certain you know how infuriating you are, especially when you shoot your hand up to beat Remus to answering a question or how a smile will stretch across your pretty lips when you finds out you scored higher than Remus on a test or how you always seems to giggle a little louder when you knows Remus is nearby. Remus finds it irritating how you seems to know exactly how to get on his nerves, you know precisely how to make his cheeks heat up in anger and make his blood boil and his cock hard, okay maybe you don’t realise you’re doing the last one but still. But the thing that annoys Remus the most is you don’t seem to care.

Being friends with James Potter and Sirius Black, Remus has learnt to obtain the patience of a saint. He finds no trouble in zoning out their constant chatter and ignoring their mindless bickering. However, as it gets closer to a full moon, Remus’ tolerance wears thin and the marauders quickly learnt to simmer down and be wary of Remus around a full moon, unless either one of them wanted a smack to the back of the head. As it gets closer to his transformations Remus’ senses are heightened tenfold, it’s as if he can hear every sound, smell every scent and everything he tastes is 10 times more intense.

His joints were aching more than usual last night so that combined with Peters constant snoring ensured minimal sleep which resulted in Remus being extra irritable today which would have been manageable if he didn’t have a class first thing with you. Beautiful, cute, annoying you.

Remus thought if he could just spend the lesson concentrating hard enough on the professors dull voice that you sitting in the same room as him wouldn’t be an issue, it wasn’t like he sat next to you anyway, James or Sirius always occupied the desk next to him eager to ‘share’ his notes. Expect this day was different, because Remus got little sleep last night he slept through his alarm and somehow even slept through the booming voices of the Marauders when they were getting ready this morning. Remus started off the day jumping out of bed and rushing to get ready, having no time for breakfast (which added to his already foul mood) and practically falling through the classroom door only to find his usual seat was pre-occupied by some girl Sirius was trying to woo and James was sitting next to Pete.

“Ah, Mr. Lupin. How fantastic to see you have finally decided to join us. Please find a seat so I can continue on with my lesson,” the Professor states before continuing his lifeless lesson.

Remus quickly scans the room for a free chair to rush to, he spots one in the far corner of the room but falters in his step when he notices who is seated next to the free space, you. Remus groans when he realises this was the only free chair and very obviously drags his feet before plopping down beside you, he can only hope you decided to not be annoyingly distracting today.

“How scandalous that Mr. prefect is late to class,” you whisper, chuckling when you see Remus roll his eyes, a usual reaction of his.

Remus comes to the conclusion that the best point of action is to just pretend you don’t exist, which goes according to plan until 3 quarters of the way through the lesson. The thing is, Remus hasn’t sat in such close proximity to you this close to a full moon before and he’s struggling to keep his focus on the jumble of words in front of him and not on the way you’re obnoxiously twirling your hair between your fingers. Whatever perfume you sprayed on yourself is suffocating Remus’ nostrils and he can’t get enough. Within no time Remus thoughts are straying away from his textbook to more filthy thoughts surrounding you. The main image that is burning a hole in his brain is the thought of burying his face in your neck and inhaling your scent and sinking his teeth into your perfect skin, he has to bite his lip to stop himself from groaning.

Remus manages to write 2 more messy sentences down before glancing in your direction and noticing the way your lip is pulled between your teeth and he can’t help but fantasise about biting your annoyingly pretty lips himself.

“Stop doing that,” Remus grits through his teeth as he speaks.

You meet his gaze confused, “stop doing what?”

“That!” Remus whisper yells, pointing at your lips as you once again pull your bottom lip in between your lip. “It’s distracting.”

You mumble an apology and go back to writing your notes. You’re so engrossed in reading the selected chapter you don’t even notice you’re bouncing your leg up and down rapidly until a rough hand stills your movements. You’re expecting Remus to remove his large hand once your movements stop, however to your surprise he keeps his hand resting firmly against your bare knee. Mouth agape and staring down at where Remus is touching you, the way his thumb is stroking at your skin seems innocent enough, so why is your stomach in knots?

Remus leans dangerously close to your ear, which thankfully goes unnoticed by the rest of the class given the fact the two of you are seated at the back of the room. “You are being very distracting right now bunny, it’s making me angry.”

A visible shudder runs through your body, feeling Remus’ hot breath fanning the side of your face makes your mouth dry. Remus’ low teasing voice makes you whimper immediately a heat rushes up your cheeks because even though your whimper was quiet Remus is so very close to you right now, you know he heard.

“Come with me,” Remus squeezes your knee and moves to rise from his seat.

You halt his movements by grabbing onto his bicep, “we can’t just leave, we’re in the middle of class.” Your eyes dart to the front of the room to see if your professor has witnessed Remus’ half standing and planning his escape.

“What’s life without a bit of risk bunny, now c’mon.” his tone demanding and firm. Without even a second glance Remus walks out of class, making you wonder if he’s done this before. The odds are high, given that he’s one fourth of the infamous marauders clan.

You look away from the door Remus just so carelessly walked out of and to the front of the class at your professor, he’s sitting at his desk reading over papers and very obviously trying to stay awake. The chances of him catching you are slim but that isn’t what you’re nervous about. You’re nervous about what will happen if you do make it out of the classroom unnoticed, you’re nervous about what Remus will do to you. The endless possibilities are both thrilling and exciting. There’s no way you could stay seated not when there’s a wetness pooling in your panties just from Remus’ hand on your knee.

Carefully you slip out from your seat and rush to the door, breathing a sigh of relief when you successfully make it out into the corridor. Looking around you notice the corridor is empty and there’s no sign of Remus, you begin walking down the hallway in search of the boy.

“Remus?” you’re met with nothing but silence. Just as you’re about to turn and head back to class you feel a strong arm grip yours and tug your harshly into a tiny room.

“Ooft,” your body slamming into someone’s hard chest; if only there was a light source in this closet? yes it’s definitely a closet, if only it wasn’t so dark in here you would be able to figure out who decided it a good idea to scare the shit out of you by pulling you in here with them.

“Took your fucking time,” the other person grunts, Remus you thought, you knew that voice.

“Remus, what the hell? Care to explain why your dragged me out of class and into this dark broom closet?” Although there is no light in the tiny closet you can vaguely see Remus’ outline towering over you, you gulp realising how close the both of you are standing to each other. Remus’ hot breath fans your face and you’re very aware that if you were to angle your head further upwards and stand on your tiptoes you could connects your lips. The thought itself has you shuddering.

“Couldn’t wait.” Remus replies, stepping closer, invading your personal space even more, not that you minded.

“Couldn’t wait for what?”

“Merlin you’re dumber than I thought if you don’t know.”

You scoff defensively, “I am not dumb, do I have to remind you I bet you on the last Charms essay? and on the transfigurations one so-”

The words die in your throat, Remus cutting you off by connecting your lips in a needy and desperate kiss. Immediately you wrap your arms around his neck and tug him closer by the hair. Remus rests his hands on your waist pulling your hips flush against his, you whimper feeling his hard cock pressing against your stomach.

Remus breaks away from your mouth and starts sucking and licking down your jaw and neck while his hands move to grope at your breasts over the top of your school shirt. “We don’t have much time before class ends.” Remus mumbles into your skin, his mouth is salivating when he breathes in deep, his nostrils filling with the sweet scent of you, it’s so intoxicating and immediately images of you are accompanying his mind, some more sinful than others. Remus wastes no time in sinking his teeth into the fleshy part of your shoulder, his cock twitching at the sound you make.

“Then you better hurry up and fuck me Remus,” you smirk, loving the way Remus groans and narrows his eyes at you. His pupils have seemingly expanded and darkened, his eyes are scanning over every inch of your face leaving you feeling vulnerable.

Your pussy has been throbbing since Remus firmly rested his hand on your leg back in the classroom and you know your panties are soaked by now with the way Remus is rutting his hips against yours but it’s not enough. It won’t be enough, not until you know what it’s like to have Remus’ skin against yours and his cock inside you but even then, you think you will always be wanting more of him.

Your hands are fumbling at Remus’ pants trying to get them unbuckled as quickly as possible, Remus understands the rush and helps you, skilfully undoing his pants and pushing them along with his boxers down his legs with only one hand, the other creeps under your shirt and rests delicately on the small of your back. Just the feeling of Remus’ skin on your back makes you melt further into him, your desire to have him fuck you hard and fast is becoming unbearable. Remus’ cock is sitting hard and angrily between your bodies, desperate for any sort of attention and Remus wishes you had more time because he would love to push you down to your knees and finally force you to shut up by pushing his cock into your sweet mouth and make you gag and choke around his length until you’re crying. But time isn’t on his side right now so instead Remus wraps his strong arms around your arse, silently signally you to jump which you do with no hesitation and lock your legs around his waist.

Remus reaches his hand down to flip your skirt up, he be damned if he couldn’t see the cunt he’s spent way to much time thinking about. Remus pull your panties to the side groaning when his fingers graze your wet dripping core, another thing he wishes he could do is to taste you. He just knows you taste sugary and sweet just like the sounds you’re making as he teases your entrance. He wants to bury his face deep in your cunt inhaling your scent while he licks and sucks until you’re screaming his name, maybe another time.

“You gotta be quiet for me kay bunny? Think you can do that?” Remus’ voice is thick with lust and a condescending tone is laced throughout it.

“You think that highly of yourself?” you retort trying to rile Remus up like you normally do, it seems to be working judging by the way Remus pinches the flesh of your arse.

Without breaking eye contact Remus lines up his cock and drags your hips down until he’s deep inside you, his balls pressed flush against your skin.

Remus isn’t sure if it’s because it’s close to the full moon but he hasn’t even started moving yet and the way the soft velvet walls of your cunt is gripping and hugging at his cock feels so intense and heavenly, he thinks he might cum right there.

Along with a lack of patience around this time of the month Remus also struggles to control himself and his urges. It takes every ounce of self-discipline in him to hold you against the rough wall of the broom closet and slowly rock his hips into yours, feeling the need to control the situation. Remus is very conscious of not gripping your hips too hard and not slamming his hips up into yours too roughly, he doesn’t want to let go mentally and hurt you.

You can tell Remus is holding back, the authoritative tone used in the classroom is vastly different to his actions right now. He’s supposed to be fucking you hard and fast and making you scream, not this.

Although the pleasure from Remus’ rocking into your cunt is great you know he can do better, can fuck you better. “Remus,” you whine, pulling his face away from your neck, forcing him to look you in the eyes. There’s clearly an internal struggle behind his eyes. “Remus, I need you to fuck me properly. I can take it, you won’t break me, promise.”

Remus does pick up the speed slightly, but you can clearly tell there’s still some hesitance on his behalf and you asking nicely didn’t seem break that. You’re desperate for Remus to let go. A smirk breaks out onto your face, an idea forming. Based on your previous interactions you know exactly how to get under Remus’ skin, what to say and do that would have him clenching his jaw in annoyance, after all it was a hobby of yours, annoying Remus Lupin. “Guess we don’t have to worry about me being quiet if you fuck like this. Pity, was kinda hoping you’d have me screaming.”

Something deep and primal in him snaps, blame it on the full moon or how you’re silently challenging him, he doesn’t care, all he cares about right now is proving you wrong, and he wasn’t going to stop until he had you trembling and shaking.

His grip on your hips tighten, nails threatening to break skin as Remus pushes your further into the wall behind you so hard for a second you think you might go tumbling right through it. You’re grateful for the material of your school top slightly soften the rough texture of the wall behind you. With no warning Remus starts slamming his hips harder and faster into yours, clearly set on making you squirm against him. Each thrust is harder than the last and his cock is poking your g-spot repeatedly. The sounds you were making were positively indecent and only fuelled Remus on. Neither of you cared that anyone walking by the broom closet could possibly hear the sound of skin slapping together or yours and Remus’ moans. None of that mattered, not when the two of you felt this good.

The vigour of Remus’ pace was unmatched and all you could do was hold on tight to Remus’ shoulders and take every powerful thrust. You were hypnotised with the feeling of Remus’ cock inside of you, you couldn’t help but wonder what other parts of his body like his fingers or tongue, would feel like when fucking you.

“Fuck Remus, so good. I-I” you weren’t even sure what you were trying to say, all your thoughts were jumbled and bouncing around in your brain, all you knew is you never wanted Remus to stop.

“You feel amazing,” Remus’ body was on fire, every inch of him alight and burning, his annoyance of how his day started was far from his mind. All he could think of was you and how you were clenching around him. He chokes out a strained sob when he hears you chanting his name in time with each rough snap of his hips, you sound both angelic and sinful at the same time, Remus’ wishes he had one of those muggle voice recording devices so he could record your whines and listen to them when he’s alone in his dorm room.

Using his free hand Remus reaches down to rub tight circles on your clit edging you closer and closer to your release. Your orgasm is fast approaching much like a freight train heading straight for you, sirens blaring but you can’t move, the pleasure is too intense and too powerful to do anything except take it.

Remus’ face is pressed back against your neck and he quickly decides it’s his favourite place to be, if someone offered him 1,000 Galleons to never bury his face in your neck, he wouldn’t take it. Remus can hear the squelching sounds of your soppy cunt as it helplessly takes his fat cock. He’s leaving sloppy kisses and hickeys wherever he can get his mouth. It’s right when Remus’ digs his teeth into your neck and bites down hard do you fall apart, your pussy clenching and spasming around him, right in this moment you’re thankful for Remus holding you up against the wall, your legs are shaking and tensing and you know if you were standing the intensity of the orgasm would have brought you to your knees. Remus’ name is the only word you seem capable of saying as the coil inside your stomach snaps and rapidly unravels as you come undone.

“Remus, Remus, Remus!”

You connect your lips with Remus’ in a lame attempt to shut yourself up, the kiss is rushed and your teeth clash together but you don’t give a fuck. Remus’ name is still spilling from your lips and into Remus’ mouth as your body begins to come down from the high.

The boy holding you up hasn’t faltered in his movements at all, determined to fuck you through your orgasm. There’s beads of sweat dripping from Remus’ forehead, his mind is whirling and thoughts of you are spiralling around his brain, he thinks he might pass out and he’s certain he does for a second when you whisper and bite his earlobe.

“Want you to cum inside me Remus, fill me up,” half a thrust later and Remus’ hips stutter and he’s spilling into your cunt groaning your name as he does so. His vision blurs around the edges before he closes his eyes and he lets out a moan so deep, primal and loud. Remus continues to rock his hips milking his own orgasm until the last drop is squeezed from his soften cock. He stills his movements but doesn’t dare pull out just yet, relishing in the warmth of your pussy and the way your hand is brushing the sweaty hair off his forehead. You rest your forehead against Remus’ sweaty one, pecking his lips, once, twice then three times.

“That was…” you drift off unable to find the right words to describe what just happened.

“Intense?” Remus offers breathlessly.

You nod, “in the best way.”

It wasn’t until you hear the sounds of students outside signalling the end of class do either of you move, Remus helping you clean yourself up. And it wasn’t until the two of you were certain the coast was clear did you exit the closet with the promise of doing that again very soon.

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anxioussweasley · 3 years

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Helpless

George Weasley and Y/n Y/l/N were best friends. That’s all. Well at least to George. Can they still be friends after George finds out Y/n’s true feelings? He thinks they can. Is a complicated friendship the easiest thing to navigate in the middle of a war? Absolutely not.

A/n: This will serve as mg series master list for this story. This will be an epistolary series, meaning it will partly consist of letters. The idea for this story came from my bestie @just-trashs! I am super excited for this series, and all chapters of it will be found here when it is completed.

Chapter I: I Just Don’t Feel The Same

Chapter II: A Letter From Hogwarts

Chapter III: Your Best Friend

Chapter IV: I’m Glad You’re Here

Chapter V: Angelina

Chapter VI: Attack In Diagon Alley

Chapter VII: Undelivered

Chapter VIII: A Letter From Nowhere

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redroomwidows · 3 years

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wouldn't he (shang-chi) just softly and gently trace your face with his fingers while youre next to each other??? and he's just looking at you like 🥺🥰 ?? omg

OMG YES KDKWLWL

again, i wrote this on my phone lol, so it isn’t great

no spoilers!

Shang-Chi x gn! reader

It was after he’d come back from work.

He just wanted to come home and kiss you

Look he can be clingy when he wants

You were out when he woke up that morning so he’d wanted to see you all day

So he came home and after greeting you in the kitchen, he grabbed your face and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips

Obviously this spiraled into more kissing which loiwkey turned into making out

But his hands stayed on your face

He pulls away and just stares you in the eyes, his eyes flickering from feature to feature

You did the same for a moment before you realised how zoned out Shang-Chi was

You don’t say anything as he gently strokes your cheeks with his thumbs before flicking a stray bit of hair away

“You alright there love?” you asked softly

“Yeah,” ,his tone matches yours although his volume is barely above a whisper “I’m just completely in love with you,”

“Well i’m completely in love with you too,”

god, i make myself blush with these

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m4r13l3y · 3 years

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Our puppy // wolfstar

Warnings; threesome, smut, cursing, pet play (?), dumbification, domxsubxdom

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You felt pretty, Remus and Sirius always made sure of it. Kissing away all and any insecurities you ever had, and now, as you were laid on the bed, all dolled up with the dress you had worn to dinner, it was the most beautiful you ever felt

The dress you wore, Remus adored, it was a shame he and Sirius would rip it off you tonight. A read leash adorned your neck clipped onto the black collar you matched with the outfit, it was one of your favorite collars, it meant that your two boyfriends would fill and stuff you up

A slight blush formed around your cheeks as you awaited, your lips painted gloss red and your eyeshadow being a bit darker than normal, your perfect eyeliner sitting atop of your skin. You couldn’t wait for it to be all ruined

“You look so pretty pup,” Sirius whispered into your ear, Remus took the opportunity to take your hands and cuff them to the bed frame. As you looked back you saw the lycanthrope with a small smirk on his face

The two of the sat beside you, they loved how small they made you feel. They were both so big, so many feet taller than you and both creased with muscle. Remus from his lycanthropy, and Sirius from his endless quidditch practices

While Remus stayed by your side, Sirius made his way between your legs, spreading your thighs and kissing each of them. “You were so good tonight bunny”

“do you deserve to cum tonight?”

You nodded quickly, whimpering as you melted into the two boys’ touches “Aw baby, too dumb to reply already?” You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, “no, no”

“I want- please can I cum tonight?” You looked between them with pleading eyes, without a response Sirius grabbed your thighs and started licking the wetness that had formed

You moaned quietly, closing your eyes. Though you opened your eyes again when you heard Remus ask if you’re alright, and you realized you’d been quiet for a little too long

“Just- thinking..” you moaned as Sirius moved his fingers to draw figure eights on your clit

“You actually have thoughts in that tiny brain, bunny?” Remus teased, the raven-haired boy chuckled “apparently not, she’s too stupid to come up with a comeback”, you could hear the grin in his voice as he told you that you weren’t aloud to cum, not yet.

“She’s just going to take it?" asks Sirius, “is she too stupid to speak, to defend herself?” He talked to Remus as if you weren’t in the room, though he turned to look at you

“must be, so used to getting by with your pretty looks that you don’t know the first thing to do once someone insults you, do you?”

You whimpered when he went back down and continued to eat you out, you wanted to deny that it wasn’t true. But you wanted to see how far they’d go

“She’s too stupid, just letting us talk about her like this” Remus chuckled maliciously, you nodded pathetically, your body felt hot and mind felt fuzzy as a knot formed in your gut and you realized you needed to cum.

"s-sir, i'm close” you whined. "can i cum? i need to cum, so so bad. please let me come!"

"i don't know.." Remus spoke this time, “do you deserve to cum?"

"i do, i do! i've been so good, please sir!" You pleaded, “do you think she deserves to cum” he turned to Sirius

He replaced his tongue with his fingers as he spoke “She’s been good this whole night, I suppose she does” Sirius moved back down

“Alright puppy, let go for us” Remus tucked a hair behind your ear

You let go, as you were finally allowed to, muttering ‘thank you sir’ over and over as you rode off your high

“You look so pretty baby” Sirius came and sat next to you, “so pretty” it came out as a whispered when he kissed you

“You ready for another one?” Remus smiled as he kissed Sirius aswell

You nodded blearily, ready for your long night with the two boys you loved most

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xmalfoyweasleyx · 3 years

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You're a mess - G.W

Summary: You have to help your drunk boyfriend George.

Warnings: alcohol, drunk George, veeery (very very)brief mention of sex ;)

A/N: It's short and I don't like this but I thought the idea was cute. I wrote something to show I'm still a live. I'm almost at 500 followers and I'm going to do !!!!A CELEBRATION WITH SHIPS AND HEAD CANONS AND.....!!!! Can't wait :)

(ps: sorry for the grammar, corrections are always welcome ;))

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A random muggle song played through the boxes at the common room party. I took a drink immediately because I was already two hours late. My potions assignment was finally done.

"Y/n here you are! I need your help" I heard Hermione say behind me.

"Hey Mione, what's wrong?" I asked confused.

"Well..." she sighed while pointing at the dance floor.

I didn't know what she meant, all I saw was happy dancing people. So I gave her a confused look.

"There y/n!" she pointed again.

That's when I saw it. "Oh no" I sighed.

On a table next to the dance floor, I saw my boyfriend George, his tie wrapped around his head instead of his neck. He was singing and waved his glass with fire whiskey in the air.

"Even Fred doesn't get him off that table, George fell 2 times already" Hermione complained.

"I'll try" I promised her with a little smirk, I couldn't deny: this was kind of funny.

I went closer to my drunk boyfriend and tapped his leg. Of course he didn't notice. Because he was standing on that table I could only reach his knee but not higher, so I had to scream.

"Georgie!" I tried. But the boy kept singing. "Baby?! Geoooorge!"

Finally, he turned his head, a big smile decorated his face.

"Y/n, darling, you're heeere" he stuttered drunkly.

He tried getting off the table, I was fast enough to grab his arm when I saw him wobbling.

When George got off the table he grabbed my face with his eyes half open.

A very dramatic gasp left his mouth, “you’re so fucking pretty” he whispered. I wanted to laugh at how he acted but it was cute too, so I gave him a little smile.

“You want me to put you in your bed Georgie?” I asked. He nodded. “Only if you stay with me”

“Ofcourse” I smiled.

Getting him to his dorm was harder than I thought. He laid all his weight on my shoulder and because he was so much taller, I could hardly hold him up.

Meanwhile, he placed wet kisses on my neck. “Your neck is so soft” his words were slurred.

When we finally reached his dorm I put him on his bed. That’s when I saw his tie was still around his head, making me laugh.

“What are you laughing at woman” he smiled while lazily leaning against the headboard.

I came closer and took the tie from his head. He went silent for a moment when my face came close to his. He seamed confused.

“What?” I asked

“Why didn’t you dance with me?” he whined, suddenly in a sad mood and a pouty face.

“I’ll dance with you next time Georgie” I promised. His smile appeared again.

“Let’s get you out of this clothes” I giggled.

“Ooooh you wanna go that way huh? I can't lie, that dress of yours is hoooot” he gloated with a smirk.

“No George! You just can’t sleep in these clothes” I slapped his arm.

“C’mooon, you look so fucking sexy” he whined. I shook my head trying to hide my smile.

“Just get ready for bed, I’ll lay next to you, okay?” I suggested.

He nodded and I took his clothes off, leaving him in his boxers.

“Please can you take your clothes off too and lay next to me like that. Pleaaaaseee” he whined again, god that boy became so whiny when he was drunk.

I took my clothes off too and placed myself next to him. Normally I'm the one laying on his chest but this time he surprised me by grabbing my waist and placing his head on my chest, holding me like his own personal teddy bear.

“Your boobs are so soft to lay on” he mumbled. “Mmm and you’re so warm, you know that I love you right?” he added.

“I love you too baby, now sleep, if you need anything you can wake me up okay?” I whispered.

“Okay princess” he sighed.

For a minute it was silent. I thought he was already asleep but then I heard a big dramatic sigh again.

“What now George?” I retorted.

“Are you going to leave me one day?” he asked.

Where the hell did that come from? It was not common for George to ask something like that.

“Ofcourse not baby, you don’t have to worry about that” I promised.

I started stroking his soft ginger hair, making him grab me thighter and pulling me impossibly closer to him.

He answered by drawing little circles on my belly.

When he stopped stroking my belly and when I heard him breath peacefully, I knew he was finally asleep.

I kept playing and twisting with strands of his hair, enjoying the feeling of his heartbeat against my body. He looked so peaceful, his beautiful lashes surrounded by his freckles.

He was beautiful.

God, how I loved that boy.

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scvrllet · 2 years

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[12:38pm]

Rough fingertips danced along the length of your shoulder gracefully, hoping for you to abandon the dishes you were in the midst of cleaning to instead, give attention to him. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss his touch.

“Y’know, I’d be done much quicker if you stopped doing that for a moment.“ You said. Wilbur—though you couldn’t see him—smiled and moved his hands down to your waist before resting his chin on the top of your head.

“You wouldn’t even need to worry about it if you let me do it.” Was his reply and you scoffed at that.

“You need to rest, I said I’d be done here in ten minutes.” Those four words were all he’s been hearing since he showed up on your doorstep. You need to rest. You need to rest. You need to rest. It had become an exhausting phrase to hear and while the thought of you still caring for him like you used to made him smile, he just wanted to have you back in his arms—or him in yours.

“And it’s been longer than ten.” Wilbur replied, not missing a beat as he moved to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. “I wonder why that is.”

Pressing a kiss to the side of your neck, he watched with an amused grin at the way your hands just barely caught the plate that almost slipped out of your grasp. The reaction caused for an idea to slip into his mind, one that ultimately led to water getting everywhere in the kitchen and screaming as the two of you chased each other with water dripping from your hands as you attempted to splash the other. It led to catching the other when you had accidentally slipped on the wet floor and being given the perfect opportunity to get him who was finally distracted. It led to laughter cut off by breathless kisses as he held your face and kissed you like it’d be the last time he’d be able to. And in that moment, there was nothing he wouldn’t have done to live in that moment forever.

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milkiane · 3 years

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love like you

pairings: remus lupin x reader

warnings: angst-ish, sad bby moony

word count: 1072

remus was known to be the composed one amongst the marauders. always keeping himself and his friends in check, joining in on their mischief but still controlling their impulsivity and shenanigans.

but one thing he couldn’t control was the intrusive thoughts that’d eat him up day and night. it was easy to hide what you were feeling, really. they’ve decided that flashing a fake smile and saying, ‘i’m fine’ was adequate enough to fathom that you were alright, but behind those masked expressions and meaningless words was a hurting person. someone who’s being daunted by their own insecurities and fear. where you are being your own enemy in a room with no exits- getting lost and going mad in your own mind.

a ghost of a lycanthrope in the body of a wounded boy.

remus often wonders what you see in him. how you never failed to love him, to make him feel special.

sometimes he ponders about the thought of starting to see himself the way you see him. would he be able to do anything and everything within his power? would he be able to learn how to love fairly?

but then the full moon comes, the intrusive thoughts start to fog his mind, the anxiety and uneasiness begin to consume him, plus the exhaustion that follows up, he didn’t think it would ever be possible.

remus could sense whenever you look at him in concern. with just one glance, he knew that you knew what he was feeling. he reckons you know him better than himself. just by observing his body language would tell you whether or not he was in the mood for something.

there were days wherein remus would let himself get showered by your love and affection, but he hates it whenever he would snap out of it and go back to belittling himself. he could see how you look at him, letting yourself wonder if he would ever see himself the way you see him- wonder if he would ever love himself as you do.

but remus would only wonder if he could ever learn how to love like you.

after one particular bad full moon, remus woke up feeling extremely worn up, nothing he wasn’t used to. he carefully looked around the hospital wing to see his exhausted best friends.

you were there, too, but he never expected to see you patched up in bandages. you were talking to peter when you heard your boyfriend grunt, trying to sit up.

“hey, take it easy, love,” you whispered softly, fixing the pillow behind him so that he could sit properly.

“did i do that?” remus’ voice was hoarse, but he ignored the ache for water, eyes fixated on your strapped arm.

you looked at your arm and back to him, you sighed, “don’t worry ‘bout it, remus.”

he furrowed his brows, feeling guilty about hurting you, “what’d i do?”

“s’just a scratch,” you frowned, running a hand through his hair as you sat on the chair beside his bed, “accidentally got out of my form and startled you.”

remus shut his eyes closed, shoulders slumping.

“don’t be troubled, remus. i’m fine, alright?” you sighed, standing up and kissed his forehead, “i’ll grab you something to eat, get some rest.”

he watched as your retreating figure grow smaller and smaller, letting out his own sigh as he let his back of his head hit the headboard.

remus always thought he might be bad, now he’s convinced that it’s true.

he thinks you’re so good, too good- too perfect for him.

but he’s nothing like you.

you helped remus up to his dorm, letting james and sirius carry his things.

as soon as you got him to bed, they left you alone to have some time together as you took out the assignments and notes you took a while ago in class.

you started to explain everything to him like you usually do the day after, but he wasn’t listening this time. he was staring at you, admiring you from the side. your words falling in and out of earshot.

remus adored you so much, beyond expectations. he didn’t know what he ever did to deserve you.

“i wish that i knew what makes you think i’m so special,” were the words that softly fell out of his mouth before he could even prevent himself from saying it.

you paused, looking up at him, “what?”

he hummed, staring at you with a tight-lipped smile, “nothin’,”

you sighed, putting away the parchment and books as you made yourself comfortable on his bed, opening your arms to welcome him in a hug.

he let out a breath of dejection, feeling the sadness overwhelm him. he let himself fall into your arms, nuzzling his nose on your neck as you run your hands over his back.

“you’re perfect in so many different ways, remus. they say that no one is perfect, but they clearly haven’t met you, m’love,” you whispered, feeling his arms on your waist tighten a bit, you carefully traced his scars, “these scars show how brave and how strong you are, it reminds you of how you survived and heal, but that’s not everything- i love how caring you are, how you’re always there for us,”

remus felt the tears threaten to fall but he didn’t dare make a move or utter a word so you continued, “i love how you never fail to make me feel so loved, remus. you make me feel like i’m the only one that matters- like how i’m the only one you see in a crowd of thousands.”

remus sniffed, hugging you tighter as you kissed the crown of his head, “i love you, remus.”

he looked up at you, and you smiled softly, holding his face in your hands as you kissed the trails that his tears left.

he slowly propped himself up, bringing you into a kiss.

it was slow and sensual, letting yourselves relish in the love between the both of you, lips locking with each other in the most pristine sense. as if it was made just for you and him.

remus pulled away, eyes still closed as he leaned his forehead on yours. he whispered, “m’gonna learn how to love like you, and love me like you, y/n.”

you smiled softly, and kissed his nose, “and i’ll be there for you all the way, remus.”

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ssweetleaf · 3 years

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she — g.w

pairing — ginny weasley x fem!reader

includes — sexual content, dom/sub dynamics, brat tamer ginny, thigh riding, degradation

a/n: this was a little rushed, i’m sure you can tell, but i hope you enjoy. :)

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It was a heavenly sight — with y/n’s heat pressed firmly against the taut thigh underneath her, rocking her hips back and forth, trying so desperately to keep her rhythm steady.

Ginny was coaxing y/n’s movements with little pushes of her palms, every once in a while circling her puffy clit with a calloused thumb — lips quirking to a smirk whenever the poor girl would buck and falter.

“Such a desperate little bunny, aren’t you, poppet?” Ginny cooed, tapping the pad of her finger mockingly against the girl’s chin. “Humping my thigh like that- not a thought in that little head of yours, hm?”

Y/n was clawing at the hands that held her, fingers wrapping tightly around Ginny’s wrists, whining so pathetically when the fabric of those jeans dragged against her puffy folds — the washed denim soon adorning a darkened patch of arousal.

“Touch me.”

Y/n’s speech was slurred, drawn out by a long whine and her lips turned down into a pout — trying so hard to sway her dominant.

Ginny smiled, one that was so assertive and sinister.

“With an attitude like that? I don’t fucking think so, little girl.”

She was quick to snap, eyes swarming with instensity, hooded and glimmering with superiority. Y/n was completely and utterly under her control. So, Ginny squeezed her throat, fingers and a single thumb pressing so delectably against her neck and y/n squirmed from under the pressure. Their lips were inches apart, smoking eachother’s breaths and the submissive’s inhale faltered and hitched inside her throat.

“Brats like you have to earn their right to cum by doing the work themselves.” she breathed, sponging a kiss to the side of her mouth - still smirking.

“It must be hard for you, right, baby? Doing so much work?” Ginny continued her mockery. “My little pillow princess always gets what she wants, hm? It’d do you good to learn some manners and realise I spoil you rotten.”

Soon, they were kissing — mouths open and connected by strings of spit, so intoxicating and it had y/n’s eyes rolling to the back of her skull.

Y/n was sobbing once she pulled away, her eyes glimmering with tears and her pussy glistened with each push of her hips. Her folds were sliding crudely, the image so obscene and she wondered how Ginny could get her so wet.

“But it hurts.”

She was already on thin ice, though her ungrateful demeanour continued and she whined at the burning of her thighs — all from the constant humping against that damn thigh.

“Another peep from you and I’ll have you over my lap— then I’ll show you what really hurts, fuckin’ whore.”

Ginny smirked once again in the triumph of getting y/n to shut her mouth, and all that was heard was her laboured breaths and the scratchy fabric between her thighs.

Though, the quiet didn’t last long.

“I’d like to see you try.”

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sunrisefairy · 3 years

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My muse

Pairing: Art student!Sirius x reader Warning: NSFW! MDNI 18+, swearing, fingering, unprotected sex, if I’ve forgotten anything please let me know! Summary: Sirius is struggling with an art assignment until he finds inspiration in his girlfriend. Or the one when Sirius and reader bang on a canvas. A/N: wrote this for @anxiousblanketqueen writing challenge, I had a lot of fun with this one Jill so I hope you enjoy it too. Based of the prompt Art Sex. This article is helpful with visualising the art work!

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“Oh my god this is fucking bullshit!” Sirius groans before throwing his paint brush, it landing with a clatter on the hardwood floor of his art studio.

You hear all the commotion from the kitchen and decided to check in on your boyfriend. It was nearing the end of the term and Sirius had been very agitated and snappy from all the stress.

“You okay babe?” you poke your head through the door to see Sirius standing in the middle of the room, practically death staring a half-finished painting resting on one of his wooden easels.

“Fucking bullshit,” your boyfriend mumbles, clenching and unclenching his paint stained hands.

You slowly walk up to him and wind your arms around his waist and kissing his back through his white cotton t-shirt, “wanna talk to me about it?” you whisper.

Sirius twists in your grip until he’s facing you allowing you to get a good look at him; his shoulders are tense, his jaw clenched tightly from the pressure of school and his eyebrows are furrowed which has become a regular facial expression of him the past few weeks. You reach your hand up and delicately trace the worry lines in his forehead. Sirius immediately relaxes at your touch; his faces becomes more natural and his shoulders slump. Since dating Sirius you’ve come to understand how much he struggles to talk about his feelings. He doesn’t like dumping his problems on those around him as it makes him feel like a burden. So you try your best to be patient with him and always remind him you’ll be here no matter what.

“Just stressed about school,” Sirius murmurs his eyes looking down at the floor between your bodies.

You let your hand fall down to his shoulders, lightly squeezing, “yeah? What about school?”

Sirius’ hands find their way under the t-shirt you’re wearing which evidently is one of his that you’ve stolen, he lets his fingers trace patterns on your warm skin. “Just this one assignment is making me go insane. Can’t seem to get it right.” He gestures to the canvas sitting in the middle of the room.

If you’re being honest, anything Sirius paints leaves you memorised and evokes numerous emotions from you. You are constantly telling your boyfriend how talented he is and every time he’ll roll his eyes at your compliment. “I think it looks amazing babe,” you state truthfully.

To no surprise, Sirius rolls his eyes at your comment. “yes, well you have to say that ‘cos you’re my girlfriend.”

Sirius leaves your embrace and walks back over to the painting, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning so intensely you think laser beam might shoot from his eyes and through this artwork. He starts mumbling again, irritation is laced thickly on his words, “representation of raw love,” he mocks, “what a load of utter crap. My professor is so pretentious, the only instruction he gives us for this stupid bloody assignment is ‘make a piece which represents raw love’ what does that even mean? I’ll tell you what it is, it’s fucking bullshit.”

You shuffle closer to Sirius so you’re standing at his side, both staring at his current piece. You’re not really sure how to help, you’re no artist but you hate seeing Sirius so worked up. “What are other people in your class doing for the assignment? Maybe you can gather inspiration from them?”

Sirius shrugs and stuffs his hands in his dark jeans which are covered in paint splatters, “Kirra’s doing a photography piece of her husband and kids, Gage is making some sculpture of his dog.”

“Alright,” you pause for a brief moment “well maybe think of ways people show love or how you show love, like real emotional love ya’know?” you feel like you’re grasping at straws here and making up some bullshit.

You glance over at Sirius, he’s biting his bottom lip deep in thought, you stay silent not really knowing what else to say to assist him. Slowly a look of realisation washes over your boyfriend’s face, eyes wide and a grin gracing his lips. “Holy shit baby, you’re a genius!”

Butterflies erupt deep in your belly from the praise and you giggle when Sirius starts peppering your face with tiny kisses to show his gratitude. Eventually he connects your lips together in what you thought would be a short but sweet kiss. However, you squeak in surprise when Sirius quickly deepens the kiss, his hands gripping tightly at your waist before slowly moving them down to grope at your arse.

“You should probably get working on your project then Sirius,” you breathe against his mouth, disappointed to stop things before they get too heated but you know Sirius’ inspiration comes and goes in waves and if you wait until after the two of you get off, then he might fall back into feeling unmotivated again.

“I am working on it,” you pull away confusion all over your face.

“What do you mean?” you query.

Sirius chuckles and moves away from you to move the canvas and easel to the edge of the room out of the way, he starts laying out a large piece of cream canvas fabric on the floor. “Think about it, what’s a way people show love?” he asks you, squirting numerous colours of paint carelessly onto the fabric.

“Babe there’s a lot of way people show love,” you answer puzzled, what did making out with you have to do with his piece? And why was he now squirting colours onto a blank canvas.

Sirius continues, “yes I know that but what about a raw, emotional way people show love? a primal way to show love so to speak?”

When you finally look back up at Sirius’ face you’re met with a cheeky smirk that you know all too well. It’s not until he removes his shirt do you connect the dots. “Sirius I’m not letting you fuck me on this canvas for a university project for god’s sake.”

The raven-haired boy’s grin only widens as he slowly moves closer to you, his eyes burning into your skin. You feel hot and vulnerable under his gaze, it’s like he’s stalking his prey. Your breath hitches in your throat when Sirius’ body is pressed flush against your own and you can feel his hot breath fanning your face as he speaks in a low, hushed tone, “I’m not going to fuck you,” his voice drops an octave like it does when he’s feeling horny. Just the tone of his voice alone causes a wetness to pool in your panties. “Wanna make love to you baby. Wanna show you how much I love you, can I do that darlin’?”

You bite your lip trying to swallow the moan that is threatening to spill from your mouth when Sirius starts leaving sloppy kisses on your neck. Damn Sirius Black for knowing all your weak spots.

“Just want to make you feel good baby girl,” he tugs the off t-shirt your body. “Can I do that? Can I make you feel good?”

You close your eyes and focus on Sirius’ large hands cupping and massaging your breasts tenderly, you always were putty in his hands. Fuck it you thought. “Yes, please make love to me Sirius.”

The boy grins and whispers a thank you against your skin. He takes no time in removing both of your clothes until you’re standing in front of each other naked. You and Sirius take the opportunity to study each other. You gaze over all the curves and lines on Sirius’ body, the way his muscle flex and move, the freckle on his hip bone, the tiny scar on his left shoulder, the coarse hair of his happy trail. He was beautiful, stunning, breathtaking. And he was all yours.

Sirius helps you lay down against the canvas, you gasp at the cold, squishy feeling of the paint beneath you. It feels foreign but not unwelcoming, you wriggle a little, enjoying the way the substance slides around. Sirius kneels between your legs, relishing in the way your chest is already rising and falling frantically from arousal, “so gorgeous darlin,” he traces a finger down from your collar bone all the way to your core finding it soaked already.

You squirm when Sirius teases your entrance with his finger, the cold paint moving and mixing into the canvas under you. A quiet whine escapes your lips the moment Sirius pushes his index finger inside you and starts pumping it steadily.

“Need you to be loud for me baby, want to know how good I make you feel ‘kay?” Sirius commands trying to get into a comfortable position in between your spread legs, his body sliding slighting from the paint.

You answer him with a loud moan. Soon Sirius has added 2 more fingers into the mix causing you to wriggle and rock your hips into his hand, “so good Sirius, fuck.”

With his free hand, Sirius grips your thigh trying to keep you still, blue paint smears against the soft flesh of your thigh and Sirius is captured by how striking you look laying here right now, chest flushed, and eyes closed. The way your body is squirming from pleasure is causing the paint on the canvas to blend and mix together. Sirius scoops up some red paint from the fabric and swipes it across your breasts and over your nipples, “so pretty.” He mumbles tugging and pinching your nipples.

“Sirius,” you pant desperately, “please. Need more.”

Sirius withdraws his fingers earning a whine from you and strokes his cock a few times before lining it up with your entrance, “shh darlin’. M’here to make you feel good, yeah? Want me to make you feel good?”

You wrap your legs around him urging him to finally push into you. You needed it, needed to feel Sirius stretch you out and fill you up with his cock, needed to hear Sirius gasp and groan into your ear, needed to feel him rock his hips into yours, “please Sirius.”

With a low groan escapes from both of you when Sirius finally pushes into you, Sirius begins thrusting his hips deep and slow into yours, both of your relishing in the feeling and sensation coursing your bodies. Hands around running along the others body, squeezing, tugging, scratching at skin, leaving traces of paint in its wake. Sirius has buried his head in the crook of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek, mumbling how beautiful you look spread out for him.

Deeper, you need it deeper. Wrapping your legs tightly around your boyfriend, you manage to roll the two of you over, Sirius underneath you with you straddling his waist, allowing you to bounce of his cock. From this angle, he reaches deeper inside of you, his hard cock prodding at that sponging spot inside of you. The pure affection and love the two of you feel for each other was unmistakeable in this moment. The tenderness and intimacy of this act made your toes tingle and heart warm in your chest.

Continuing to bounce up and down on Sirius cock, you take a second to watch the boy below you, the only word seemingly fitting to describe him was angelic. His dark locks are sprawled out around the canvas, a mixture of red, blue and purple paint framing his body as well as splotches on his skin. His eyes are trained on yours, a look set in them that you’ve come to be familiar with, undying love.

You lower your head to connect your lips together, wanting-no needing to feel close, to feel connected.

“I love you,” you mumble breathlessly against Sirius’ pink lips. You feel that familiar euphoric sensation creeping up on you, Sirius’ cock hitting your g-spot every time you lower your body.

Sirius’ grips your waist tight and firmly, his own hips slamming up into you, “I love you too baby, so much.” He can feel your pussy clenching around him, he watches the way your breasts bounce between your bodies, he reaches his head forward to latch his mouth onto your nipple, sucking and licking on the sensitive bud. The noises slipping from your mouth makes his cock twitch.

“Sirius,” you pant threading your fingers through his dark hair to keep him close to your body.

Your body feels like it’s on fire and ready to combust, your legs trembling, and you know you won’t last much longer with the way Sirius is suckling at your nipple and he knows it.

“Want you to cum for me darlin, be my good girl and cum on my cock,” he groans into your breast, sucking and licking at your salty skin.

The coil in the pit of your belly snaps and with a load high pitched whine you’re releasing all over Sirius’ cock, your pussy clenching and legs shaking from the stimulation. After your release, it only takes Sirius a few more thrusts until he’s following suit, his load shooting and filling you up, a string of I love you’s tumbling from both of your mouths.

You collapse onto Sirius’ chest, neither of you make any effort to move even once your breathing has settled. Laying here with Sirius made you feel safe and protected. The way his index finger was trailing up and down your spine made you shiver, and you could feel him kissing your scalp gently. Undeniably, there was love radiating from his body, you could feel it and you only hope he could feel it radiating from yours too.

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“Hey guys, that painting hanging up in the bedroom is new, yeah?” James questions, traipsing back into the living room where the rest of the group was.

You feel a heat rise in your cheeks when you realise which painting the bespectacled boy is referring too. Sirius nods pulling you tighter into his side.

“Did you paint that one Pads?” Remus asks. Most, if not all the artwork displayed in yours and Sirius’ home was created by him. It normally took a bit of persuading Sirius to let you hang up his work, he didn’t like to come across as cocky. But as soon as this canvas was dried and stretched onto a frame Sirius wasted no time in mounting it; above your shared bed, him claiming it ‘gets him in the mood whenever he looks at it’ (and he really wasn’t lying).

The boy beside you grins and plants a sloppy kiss against your cheek, “me and Y/N painted that one,” he says teasingly.

You shoot him a death glare warning him to keep his big mouth shut. “Don’t,” you mouth.

“That’s so cool! Didn’t know you were so artistic Y/N!” James exclaims excitedly, clearly impressed by the painting.

Sirius chuckles loudly pinching your side making you yelp, “oh she’s very talented when he comes to that type of stuff. I think we might need to make another piece together babe, what do you think?”

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