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ellecdc · 1 day
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hi!!!!
id love to see a poly!marauders where the reader is muggle born or atlest muggle raised , reader and remus just bond over muggle stuff while the others sit there all confused asking wtf they’re talking about
like music, technology, maybe certain foods, certain slang and books the wizard world doesn’t have.
(ps i love ur blog and everything you write plz keep it up❤️)
hahaha awe so cute - here's a sweet little scene, and thanks for your request <33
poly!marauders x gn!reader who is muggle born
James was not too proud to admit he was rather upset.
And by upset, he meant jealous, terribly jealous. And desperate, so unbelievably desperate. And also sort of pissed off.
The cause of such upset, you might wonder?
Oh, only one of his own sodding boyfriends, of course.
You see, it had been his idea to start chatting with you in order to see where things could go - you know, romantically - between the four of you.
Sirius was eager - which would seem very out of character for the notoriously territorial and stand-offish Black who was wary of anyone interfering with their already established dynamic - but Sirius was equally as enamoured with you as James was from your shared classes and your few interactions around the castle.
Of course - as would be expected - it was Moony that the two of them had to persuade to consider you in earnest. 
“Come on, Moons. Don’t tell me you’re worried that you won’t be the smartest one in the relationship anymore.” Sirius had teased, earning him a glare from the werewolf. 
But of course, James (and Sirius) had been right, and Remus was practically immediately taken with you after James had officially introduced you to his boyfriends at a Gryffindor party. 
It was perhaps very helpful that you happened to be muggle born seeing as Remus had a muggle parent himself, so he was able to bond with you over various muggle things.
And James thought that was wonderful! Truly!
Really.
He honestly did.
But...well, did you guys have to talk about it all of the time!?
And it’s not that James didn’t like you talking about muggle things, or that he didn’t like muggle things in general.
What he didn’t like was that he couldn’t participate in the conversation at all.
And James is sorry, but what in the buggering fuck was a ‘vee sea are’?
James tuned back into the conversation when he began recognizing some of the words you and Remus were saying, though Sirius looked no less confused than he had previously.
“My favourite is probably The Sound of Music.” You admitted somewhat bashfully, features painted with a shy smile as you looked at Remus through your eyelashes.
James didn’t know what you were so shy about, especially considering Remus was beaming at you in response. “Me too!” He agreed readily.
“I love the sound of music!” James chimed in readily, earning him a surprise look from you, a curious look from Remus, and a bemused look from Sirius. 
“Do you really?” You asked sweetly, offering him a hopeful smile.
“I didn’t know you’d ever heard of it.” Remus added quietly.
James scoffed. “Oh, come off it Moons. Of course I love the sound of music! It’s arguably one of my favourite sounds ever!” 
“Awe.” You said sympathetically as Remus barked a laugh.
James looked at the two of you in confusion before he turned to Sirius in hopes for an answer. 
“I don’t know how Prongsie, seeing as they never really asked a question.” Sirius started, placing a reassuring hand on his thigh and squeezing gently, “But I think you got the answer wrong.”
James harrumphed and fell back into his chair, feeling thoroughly dejected. 
“I’m sorry Jamie.” You apologized, looking particularly distraught at having caused James any grief. “We can talk about something else, if you’d like.”
James waved you off quickly. “No, no. I’m sorry, sweets. It doesn’t matter to me what you talk about, as long as I get to continue hearing the sound of your lovely voice, arguably my second favourite sound ever.” 
James may not know what sounds of music you had been talking about, but he was proud that he did know how to make you blush something fierce with nothing but a few simple words. 
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vivwritesfics · 2 months
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Can you do a James Potter fic where you and Sirius argue over who he loves more
This didn't quite go the way of the request - more reader gets pissed at sirius for always demanding james' attention
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Paper hit the back of her head for the fifth time in the space of a minute. She let out a sigh as she looked at Remus, her desk partner. "Your boyfriend is annoying," she said to him and he stood his head.
"He just wants attention from your boyfriend," he mumbled as they tried to get on with their work. But it was damn near impossible, and Sirius was unrelenting.
When a particularly large piece of paper hit the back of her head, Y/N turned around with an exasperated sigh. The next piece of paper smacked her directly in the face. "Sirius!" She hissed. "Stop. It. Now." James blew her a kiss.
Something hit her desk and Y/N turned back around, sheepishly looking up at Professor Slughorn. "Is my lesson really that boring, Miss L/N?" He asked and she shook her head as as returned her eyes to her parchment.
It didn't just happen in potions. It happened all day every day. At first Y/N blamed Remus for not giving Sirius enough attention, but that didn't matter. Remus could have had his entire focus on Sirius, and it still wouldn't have been enough.
Under James' attention, he thrived.
Y/N was not allowed a moment alone with her boyfriend. It wasn't something they discussed, but Sirius wouldn't let them have a moment alone.
It got to the point where they had to try and hide away in broom closets or secret passageways. Anywhere to get away from Sirius. But, with the held of the Marauders map, he always found them.
"Fucking hell Sirius!" She finally snapped. "Can we have five minutes, please! Five fucking minutes!"
Sirius looked at her, his eyes wide. "Jesus, Y/N," he mumbled as he looked towards James.
"No, don't look at him for help." She turned towards James. "Don't try and help him."
James stepped back, his hands held up defensively. "He's all yours," he said to his girlfriend, and she sent him a sweet smile.
The smile dropped from her face when she turned back towards Sirius. "All I want is a moment alone with my boyfriend. One single moment! And you're always there. Why are you always there? Why are you so annoying?"
Sirius looked from side to side. He looked past her, at James, and then back at her. "Is that it? Are you done?"
"I'm going to hit you."
She hit him. It wasn't hard, but Sirius still covered his face, protecting his hair probably. "Okay! Okay! Fine! I'll go bother Remus then."
When he walked out of the broom closet and shut his door behind him, she threw her arms around James. "There," she said as she looked up at him. "Problem solved."
James kissed her. "You're brilliant, you are."
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volturissideslut · 3 months
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shy reader holds remus' hand for the first time in public
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I took this prompt and i ran with it, enjoyyy!!!
Though you and Remus had been together for a while now - not long having passed that awkward and clunky talking stage - you still hadn't really been physically affectionate with one another. No sex, no kisses, no cuddles, and not even daring to engage in premarital hand holding.
It's not that you didn't want to. You did. You really really did. But every time you wanted to you were left unsure if it was okay to do that. Seeds of self doubt planted themselves in your mind and the longer you let them fester the more they weeded your thoughts. It honestly got to a tiring point, where if the thought of being affectionate with him made your hands clammy and your mind race, heat creeping its way up your neck. And obviously you didn't want him to feel like he had to hold your clammy sweaty hands, it's just... icky.
To put it simply, you had built it all up in your head and it desperately needed to be pulled down from that pedestal.
So now here you were, in the library with Remus, your lovely boyfriend, wondering if it would be okay to hold his hand. He was slouched over (in a posture that was definitely not good for his spinal health in the future) with one hand holding the hard back on the book, and the other lazily resting on the table. Resting mere millimetres from your own hand.
Unconsciously, your hand twitched, like when your body is so filled with emotion and just has to move. Like when you're angry and your jaw and fists clench. Like when you're excited and your hands shake and move and you talk. Like when you're anxious and your leg bounces. Like when you really want to be touching your boyfriend but don't know how to go about it, and your hand twitches.
One slight problem, your hand was so so close to his already that he thought you had tapped him and had put down his book to give you his full attention. And with that adorable small smile of his on his face too.
"You okay, Dove?"
... I mean, it's now or never right?
"Yeah - uhm - Rem, can I please hold your hand?" Why does your throat feel so dry? You had just had a nice cup of tea with him, and now its like you're parched all over again.
And while he notices your rising anxiety and shyness, he pays no mind to it for now. Instead his smile grows wide and smug, eyebrows raised in surprise. But his expression quickly returns to its normal state and his voice is smooth as he speaks, though it doesn't to much to hide his own light blush.
"Of course you can, Dovey"
Like the gentleman he is, he doesn't make too much of a show of it, already knowing the inner turmoil in your mind right now. Instead, he laces his fingers with yours and gives one firm reassuring squeeze and picks up his book. He also gives another squeeze when he feels you tense up and watch someone walk past your little corner of the library, a proud smile hidden behind his book as he physically feels your body relax because of his touch.
But now you know in your head that its okay. Hand holding officially being removed from the pedestal. And he can't even tell your hands are clammy, because his are too.
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lovings4turn · 3 months
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☆ tw: drug use / smoking
high sex with remus... you're both blissed out, the weed casting a hazy cloud around you both as you sit in his lap. his already loose jeans are pulled just below his waist as he lazily fucks up into you, one hand in your hair as the other lazily traces circles on your clit. though his eyes are lidded and his hair is falling into his eyes, his gaze is still trained on you, watching your every gasp and whimper. he's talking you through it, unsure of what he's even saying at this point, his mind a fog as he grunts out a 'so fucking good f'me'. despite how relaxed you both are, remus' hips snap against yours with urgency as he chases his high. it's when his fingers tug uncharecteristically harshly at your hair that you know he's finished, and you follow soon after. of course, you sit with him still inside you as you both catch your breath (and maybe even fall asleep before he's able to clean you up)
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stxr-slut · 3 days
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Sirius Black would be obsessed with giving you hickeys.
He could sit there for hours, sucking and kissing dark bruises onto the skin of your neck, your chest, your stomach, your thighs.
He just loved you so much. He needed people to know you were his. His girl, his love.
At first you were embarrassed about it, hiding them from your friends and the rest of the school, something which annoyed sirius to no end.
"You wouldn't hide art, would ya baby?" He'd smirk as he admired them, running his hands over the supposed 'art' he'd made.
He got so obsessed that he started making shapes with them, most commonly a star or a large purple 'S' somewhere on your back.
"Gotta make sure people know your mine, love." He'd reason as he continued on his mission of marking you up.
Sirius Black simply adored you. He'd worship the ground you walked on, only if you asked, too proud to do so himself. He just loved you more than anything, and what better way to show it than proving to everyone you belonged to him.
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folkloresthings · 6 months
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Becca, my love, you said you wanted Marauders thoughts so: what about James running right up to his S/O after a big Quidditch win and just kissing them right there in front of the whole school? 🤭
BF JAMES <3
you hadn’t told anyone that you’re dating james potter yet, despite the boy’s incessant begging to show you off to every person he knew. but he had quite the reputation, so you had to be sure he was serious before you committed to going public. you had been quite sure of that fact for sometime, but you rather enjoyed keeping james all to yourself.
it didn’t raise any brows that you were at the game. you and your friends had gone to every quidditch game since you were first years. but now it was your boyfriend on the broom, at one of the biggest matches of the school year, and you couldn’t help but want to tell everyone.
when that final blusher distracted the slytherin keeper and gave james the chance to go straight for the snitch, the stalls erupt in cheers. your friend hugs you so tightly, you could burst. james hold his golden snitch high in the air, eyes searching the crowds for your eyes.
he finds them and his broom heads straight for you. rather diving into the ravenclaw stands, making you wince as he hurdles his way towards you.
“what the hell are you doing, potter?” you laugh wildly, hands held out to steady him. he looks glorious, all sweat and pride.
“want to celebrate with my girl. that okay?” he’s smiling that cheeky smile, but genuinely asking. behind it all, he respects your boundaries. he waits for you to nod, smile, give him any indication. and when you do, he’s doing it only as james potter would do.
hands wrapping around your middle, he dips you low for everyone to see. a movie—worthy kiss, breathtaking, forcing your giddy grin to break the passion he pours into you.
“you idiot,” you gasp out, letting him straighten you back up. your friends stare on in shock, the rest of the school still cheering — for the game or your relationship, you don’t know.
“you love me,” james quips, kissing you quickly again. and merlin, you really do.
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mymiraclealigner · 11 months
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Pointless jealousy | Remus Lupin x reader
summary: a guy is flirting with you and Remus has to do something about it.
tw: alcohol consumption.
word count: 766
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Remus had his eyes on you since each one went their own way in the party. He understood you two spent majority of time together, and that he wasn't the only person you could have fun and talk with, but there was something about that guy that he didn't like. He could smell his intentions of seducing you from afar, and it was getting on his nerves.
He had you laughing and giggling like crazy, the sight of you covering your mouth and cleaning tears from your eyes infuriated Remus; he couldn't remember you ever cleaning tears from your eyes from his jokes. 
The open back door welcomed a soft breeze that raised your skirt occasionally, forcing you to pull it down. 'If he dares to look down, that's it', he told himself. The air pushed your perfume to the living room, making Remus hyperaware of your distance and reminding him you were there, talking to that loser, instead of being with him, doting him with kisses and secret head scratches.
Every time Remus turned around to check on the two of you, he would notice how the man's body got closer to yours; he crouched down to hear your replies and try to maintain eye contact. 'The music isn't so loud in the kitchen, he could back up a little bit’, the werewolf puffed.
Remus knew it wasn't your fault, you probably weren't even aware of this guy's look, or that he was flirting with you. Your head was always somewhere else, and Remus had taken the capacity of looking at someone else romantically from you, so probably you weren’t thinking something beyond a friendly interaction. If you could notice or not was not what bothered Remus, it was the audacity of that guy to look at you the way he was doing, like he was about to eat you for dinner. 
Time passed and you stood there innocently talking to the guy. His hands were now holding his weight in the counter and his body was fully turned to you. Remus kept repeating himself that you only had eyes for him and having beer after beer in the hopes of relaxing a bit; he didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone, he was not like that. 
Unfortunately, the alcohol did the contrary to relax him. His mind turned dizzy, and his ears shut down to James’ story about how he tricked Sirius into eating a frog alive to try to read your lips. His hands were craving the touch of your hips and the situation was starting to become frustrating. The more his rival made you laugh, the more uneasy Remus would get.
He tried to stop his feet from going over there and pushing the guy far from your face, but sooner than he could realize, he found himself getting up from the sofa abruptly. Looks from his friends were redirected to him, but he payed no attention to that, his mind was focused on your silky hair framing your smile. Each step towards the kitchen made Remus’ blood pump harsh through his body, his breathing was deep, and the sound of your laugh made him shudder with pleasure. 
“And so, I told him: no, we don’t make br—” the adrenaline planted Remus sharply in front of you making the guy stop his sentence. You turned to see him with hazy eyes and a dumb smile.
“Oh! hey Remmy, this is—” 
Remus grabbed your arm and pulled you near him so his lips could catch yours swiftly. A little surprised scream emanated from your throat, but Remus’ tongue silenced it; you got out of your initial shock, relaxed in his arms and dwelled into his passionate, warm kiss.
You were so immersed in your boyfriend that you didn’t even hear the guy’s uncomfortable cough; Remus smiled to himself and surrounded your shoulders with his arms in response. Provocative 'oohs' came from outside the kitchen, probably from Sirius and Marlene, but Remus turned a deaf ear and opted to slightly support your back on the counter.
The sound of steps getting further away announced the retirement of the man talking to you minutes before. Remus slowly separated from you to look into your eyes, they were shiny and semi-closed, a reflection of your drunk state.
"You are coming with me now, miss. No more laughing at other guy's jokes" he kissed the tip of her nose.
You rolled your eyes and giggled because you had no idea what he was talking about, you were just making fun of this guy's ridiculous stories!
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urwhorecrux · 3 months
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₊˚.༄ 𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
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— dating regulus black: study dates, sneaking into each other’s dorms to cuddle all night, him being very protective of you, long night walks, buying you thoughtful & expensive gifts, small pda signs in public.
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hair pulling - r.b x female!reader
Blurb: hair pulling. that's it Word Count: 1.2k Warnings: this is smut but not smut but still 18+ A/N: do i like this? no. do i like regulus and hair pulling? yes. i want to write but i have no inspiration.
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*i literally cannot find it but please refer to that scene where timothee chalamet pulls that girls hair in lady bird*
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The first time Regulus pulled her hair she was barely five years old. He was of similar age and their mothers were friends and they were no stranger to the occasional playdate. 
And most times they got along, but like all children, sometimes neither of them knew how to deal with the big emotions they were feeling. 
That was why, when she snatched the ball Regulus was playing with out of his hands and exclaimed it was her turn, the only way Regulus knew how to deal with the hot feeling rising up to his cheeks was by walking over to her and letting his thoughts take over. 
He pulled her hair  
He’d never pulled a girl’s hair before. His clammy palms wrapped around the loose ends swaying around her shoulder and he tugged until she let out a scream and then he immediately let go. 
Of course, the mothers rushed out to console the red cheeked little girl and scold the shamed little boy and Regulus was forced to apologise. He felt bad. He really did. He didn’t mean to make her cry. He just wanted the ball back. 
So Regulus learnt that day that pulling someone’s hair was wrong. And fortunately, they remained friends. 
They were both sorted into Slytherin and they were both part of the same friend group. But everyone knew that their friendship was different to the bond they shared with everyone else in the group. 
They were kids when the hair pulling accident happened, and honestly, neither of them had thought about it since. 
Until their sixth year. She was sitting in the library with her friends, waiting for Regulus and Evan to make an appearance. It was a cold Saturday morning and she was so enthralled in the conversation she was having with the girl sitting next to her that she didn’t even notice Evan and Regulus walk in until Regulus walked behind her. 
And pulled her hair. 
It was tied up in a ponytail and he yanked it so her neck fell back, mainly due to the surprise of the movement. She let out a noise of shock as his nimble fingers wrapped around the soft strands and gave it a quick tug.
She squinted her eyes at him as she quickly undid her hair and combed through it with her fingers, putting it back in place after it had been messed up. 
“You’re an ass,” she said, but Regulus only smirked at her in response, quickly changing the subject, but letting his eyes linger on her for a moment more before turning to Evan sitting next to him. 
So it really was no wonder that the next year they started dating. 
It was their last day at Hogwarts and they were sitting out by the Black Lake, trying to take everything in before it all became a fuzzy memory. 
Regulus was sitting against a tree, his legs sprawled around the pretty girl sitting cross legged in front of him. 
The rest of their friends were sprawled out under the shade of the tree, laughing and reminiscing, and promising that they would remain friends after they left the gates of Hogwarts. 
There was a small lull in the conversation as their laughs died out and when Evan went to start it back up again with a random story from their third year, Regulus was overcome with the urge to kiss her. 
So he pulled her hair. 
He tugged at the roots so her head would fall back and hit his shoulder and before she could let out a noise of surprise, he brought his lips to hers. 
She was uncomfortable, turning her neck to reach his soft lips, but she didn’t mind. Besides, this was one of the rare times their friends weren’t commenting on their PDA, so she took the opportunity to enjoy the kiss. 
When Regulus slowly pulled away, she turned back around and ran her hands through her hair, putting it back in place. 
“You could have just asked,” she grumbled so only Regulus could hear. But she had turned around and couldn’t see the stupid smirk he was wearing. 
It wasn’t until they were both pushing nineteen though that Regulus pulled her hair and she enjoyed it. 
Her arms were about to give way on the soft mattress as Regulus pushed his hips relentlessly inside of her.  She buried her face into the thin sheet, letting out a low groan as her arms continued to shake even without the weight she was holding. 
Regulus was grunting behind her, his pace steady before he let his thoughts take over and reached a hand out. 
To pull her hair. 
Before she could even think about it a low groan left her lips as she moaned out Regulus’ name. She could hear him chuckle from behind her. 
It was only a gentle tug, but she squeezed around him when he stopped his movements to bring his head closer to hers, his hands still tugging tightly at the roots of her hair from the back of her head to bring her face closer to his. 
“Don’t tell me my sweet girl likes it when I pull her hair?” He asked, making her whine at his condescending tone. He tsked. “Answer me, pretty girl.”
She paused before her mouth finally caught up to her brain and she answered his question. “I do,” she exclaimed, “I like it when you pull my hair.” 
Regulus kissed the top of her forehead before letting her hair go gently and continuing his movements. 
“Good girl.” 
Now, Regulus’ hands were often found in her hair. 
She liked when he played with ends or when he tried to braid it, and she liked when he tugged at it. 
It was a few years into their relationship when they were getting ready for a party with their old friends from Hogwarts. Regulus had gone over to her house to get ready and when she came out wearing his favourite dress he found himself walking over to her. 
“Do you like it?” She asked, her tone dripping in faux innocence. 
“I think you already know the answer, my love.” 
In a few quick strides Regulus was already standing in front of her. She knew what she was doing when she put this dress on which was why she didn't mind her nervous tick of swaying on the spot under Regulus’ intense gaze. 
“You know what you’re doing,” Regulus pouted, making her giggle.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” she shrugged. 
“Do you really have to look this good all the time, darling? You know I don’t like people thinking they can have what’s mine.”
She rolled her eyes at his speech, but stood still in front of him. Mainly because she was forced to. 
Regulus had pulled her hair. 
She was forced to look up at him, her breath caught in her throat as she stared up into his grey eyes. 
“Don’t be bratty,” he tsked, his long fingers entwined in her hair. 
“What’s the fun in being good?” She asked, her voice barely above a whisper. 
He laughed, his eyes squinting down at her, but his lips tugging upward in an amused nature. 
“You’re going to be the death of me.”
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justalittlebitbored · 2 months
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late nights - remus lupin
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willow tree: part three excerpt
pairing/au: marauders era, remus lupin x reader
summary: you wake up to knocking on your window in the middle of the night on the night of the full moon. who else could it be but your werewolf best friend covered in blood.
warnings: angst, unrequited love, sadness, fluff, friends to lovers, childhood best friends to lovers. no use of y/n.
wc: 2.3k
a/n: RIGHT, this is an excerpt from my series willow tree, I wrote this in May when I was properly writing and sadly I started this series and I love it so much but I honestly don’t have the effort to keep writing. This scene however is such a pure wholesome scene and I’m sure those who have read the series will love it but I also think it can be a really good oneshot concept so enjoy!!!
To those who haven’t read willow tree, I don’t think u need too to understand this but I shall give context in case:
Reader and remus = besties. Reader realises she loves him, ‘unrequited’ love high jinks ensue, so she distances herself a little bit. Remus hasn’t come to reader during a full moon in a while as the marauders has started to care for him, in this one shit he comes to reader instead of
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Hearing a loud banging noise at your window was not quite the surprise you were expecting in the middle of the night.
Your curtains were closed but the motion sent them fluttering towards you. A million thoughts crossed your mind. What if someone was breaking in to rob you, what if you-
You heard a loud groan and then a vague, deep voice said your name. Was that Remus? Your name was said a bit louder this time. Yup that was definitely Remus. What on earth would he be doing here at this time of night?
You ran to the window and pulled the curtains open.
His bloodied body hung outside, his face leaning again the window ledge. Crap. Your fingers pulled the latch open before you could process your actions, the breeze caused the window to fly inwards nearly hitting you in the face.
"Remus!"
You grabbed his hands and attempted to drag his heavy body through the window. With his help you managed to pull him in. His body immediately slumped against yours and your knees nearly buckled under his weight. He was definitely heavier since the last time he had climbed through that window.
Managing to drag his body over to the bed, you led him down as gently as you could.
"Fuck. Remus what happened?"
Whilst running to close the window you nearly tripped on your clothes that you had taken off earlier that night and couldn't be bothered to put in your wash basket and nearly slammed your head on the radiator. Managing to close the window you immediately turned around and headed towards the bed and knelt down to grab the first aid kit that you were sure was under there somewhere.
"Come on you're here somewhere I know you are."
Although pleading with the first aid kit probably didn't do much it was more of a way to calm you down.
The boy on the bed let out a large groan and you could feel the sweat on the back of your neck begin to form and your hands beginning to clam up. Your fingers brushed against something hard. Aha, you found it. You curled your fingers around the handle and pulled it out whilst quickly standing up and placing it on the bed.
Remus let out a large groan and his arms curled around his middle as he looked like he was writhing in pain. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
You had forgotten it was a full moon, you usually kept track of it but this month you must have forgotten, this wasn't a job you had done in a long time, the marauders mainly looked after him now. You hadn't seen him on a full moon in nearly two years except this one time in sixth year where he had ended outside your dorm under the willow tree by your window. By the time you had gotten out of bed and looked outside his friends were carrying him away.
Although James did shout a goodbye at you waving his hands fervently, apologising loudly.
"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god." You hadn't done this in a long time and were quite out of practice. He had long deep gashes on his chest and shallower ones on his arms.
What do I do? What did he want me to do? Fuck.
"Remus, I don't know what to do. What do I do?" You asked, your hands shaking as your hovered them above his abdomen.
"I trust you. Just-" He grunted loudly. "-clean me up or something." He said loudly as he began to turn over onto his side.
"Okay? Okay. Right, should be easy enough?" You let out a long breath.
It's fine, it's going to be fine, you done this plenty of times before. What's the difference between now and then.
You quickly got to work cleaning his wounds with a wet rag, apologising as you went along every time he groaned.
You apologised a whole lot more when you had to apply hydrogen peroxide so that it didn't get infected. He let out cries of pain and your eyes stung with tears, you hated seeing him this way.
After quickly working for about twenty minutes you were finally finished. You walked over to your chest of drawers and pulled out a new t shirt and joggers for him. They were his that he had left round at yours before during movie nights. You would help him put the shirt on but you weren't so sure about the trousers, so you decided to leave those on the chair by your desk for now in case he had enough energy to get up and change into them himself.
"Hey, Remus." His eyes opened and he blinked at you softly so you continued. "Hi. Can you sit up for me for a moment so I can put this on you?" His attention was drawn to the top in your hands, he shuffled forward to edge of your bed and you attempted to get him into it.
His head leaned against your chest as he weakly lifted his arms up, eventually after a struggle you managed to get him in it.
He slumped back and you stood awkwardly at the side of your bed, you didn't know what to do now.
You let out a big breath you didn't realise you were holding in as your eyes began to close from how tired you were. You began to walk away to sit in your chair before you heard Remus call your name.
"Stay."
"I'm sorry?" You were confused.
"Can you stay? With me... in the bed." You blinked.
"Please?" He said with a tired chuckle. You could see him give you a meek smile, he looked exhausted, dark circles lining his eyes.
"Sure, yeah. Okay."
You slowly walked towards the bed unsure of where to go. He moved forward, opening a space behind him. You slowly climbed in, your back leaning again the pillow. He was sat up against the wall obviously in pain.
Hesitating for a moment, you placed your hand in his limp one and gently tugged, pulling him towards you.
You hoped he wouldn't say no or look at you funny.
Without saying anything he instantly fell forward, his head on your chest. You could feel his body immediately deflate. You hadn't done this in a long time; before fifth year this would happen every full moon, it was almost a ritual. You would clean him up and then he would lay his head on your chest and you both would cuddle until morning.
"I'm sorry. I don't like it when you see me like this." The words gently left his mouth. Your hand instantly flew to the back of his head, your fingers scratching at his head in a comforting motion. It was instinctual and you didn't realise you had done this until he left let out a soft whimper.
"It's okay, I don't mind." You whispered.
"I do. You don't need this burden on your shoulders." He said with a harsh tone, not directed at you though, you could tell he was aiming it at himselt.
"Hey, my shoulders are yours to use." You smiled softly at him. "Listen to me okay, I don't mind. I would rather you come to me and be safe than lie out there in those woods by yourself. Anytime you need me I will be there."
A harsh exhale left his mouth.
"Thank you. I don't know what I would've done tonight without you." He looked up at me.
You had lied before, saying you had never seen anything as beautiful as the sunset. You had, and you were looking into them right now, Remus' deep golden brown eyes.
For a moment you think he's going to kiss you. His eyes dart to your lips before flickering up to your eyes again. Before he could do anything he smiles, almost sadly before resting his head on you, his head eyes dart to your lips before flickering up to your eyes again. Before he could do anything he smiles, almost sadly before resting his head on you, his head nuzzling against you chest.
"You were asleep, I'm sorry I woke you." He apologised.
"It's okay, I was awake." You lied, you were asleep but he already felt guilty enough you didn't want to make him feel any worse. He said okay quietly into your chest. After a couple minutes of comfortable silence he spoke again.
"I've missed you." He whispered into your chest.
You hands paused for a moment from its action of scratching the back of his head before promptly continuing.
"I'm right here."
He whispered again in a low voice. "I know, I've just missed you."
You didn't know how to respond to that so you just kept running your hands through his hair and after a while his breathing became steady and you assumed he'd fallen asleep.
You had missed him too, even with all of this weird tension and distance. You had missed him too. Your birthday was the only time recently where things had felt normal.
The way you were both led on your bed was anything but platonic but you didn't mind, he hadn't been this close to you in so long. You leant down and pressed a long kiss to the top of his head before leaning your head backward with a loud sigh. Eventually your eyes began to droop and before you knew it you had fallen asleep too.
You woke up in the morning to Remus shaking you softly. Your eyes fluttered open in confusion as your vision began to clear.
"Hi sweetheart." He smiled at you gently. "I need to go, thank you for looking after me. I'll see you later today okay."
Your brain wasn't functioning and your groggy mind couldn't bring you to do anything but produce a soft whimper, you were not a morning person.
His hand cupped your cheek and you leant into it, your lips almost brushing his palm in a soft kiss, whilst his other hand brushed your hair out of your eyes gently. Although you were in a state you could still make out the soft smile he gave you. He let out a shaky breath before leaning down and pressing lingering kiss against your forehead.
He moved away towards your window, you turned to your side to watch him turn around and look at you again for a long moment before turning and climbing out the window. You heard a soft click soon after.
You wish you had more time to think about what had happened but you were too tired to think and the next thing you knew you were out like a light.
After god knows how long your body jolted upright.
Remus was here last night, right? You looked to the side where a bloody rag led on your bedside table along with an opened first aid kit. He was here last night, you hadn't imagined it so you certainly didn't imagine him waking you up to say goodbye.
He called you sweetheart. God, he called you sweetheart. A small involuntary smile was on your face as you pushed your covers away and got out of bed. Your mouth was dry and you desperately need a glass of water so you walked out of your room with a stupid smile on your face and no matter how hard you tried you couldn't stop.
You walked into the kitchen hoping to get a glass of water when you saw Lily sat at the counter eating some toast. Your quietly wished her a good morning as you headed towards the cupboard to grab a glass.
"What were all those sounds last night?" Lily asked.
You froze, you didn't know how to approach this really since you knew that she would read into this situation and give it a deeper meaning and you really couldn't be asked for that right now.
You slowly turned around, grabbing a glass leaving the forefront of your mind.
"Umm... nothing it was just-" She raised her eyebrows and you knew there was no point in lying about it.
"It was Remus. It was the full moon last night and he just turned up, I didn't know what to do so I just cleaned him up."
Her eyebrows shot up to her hairline.
"Oh. So is he still here or?" She questioned, an innocent look on her face.
"No. He's gone now."
She hummed. "So did you guys-"
"No!" You exclaimed cutting her off. "Nothing happened. Don't look at me like that Lily. Nothing happened, it was just one friend patching up another friend."
You really thought that she was going to ask more questions but she didn't say much but look at you with a knowing smile. You didn't know what game she was playing at, but you were glad she wasn't asking any questions.
"Okay."
"Okay?"
"Okay."
You cleared your throat. "Right I should probably go and shower, you know aet ready for the day."
"Okaaay."
You turned around and hurried to your room, she knew what she was doing. If you spent a moment longer with you she would work her magic and make you spill all of your feelings to her. She was weirdly good at that.
You slammed your door shut and stood with your back pressed to it as you took a deep breath.
Okay.
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prettybabybaby · 1 year
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18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !
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stepbrother!regulus coming home after a night out, huffing in frustration as he enters your room. he flips you over, removing your clothes without warning. he carelessly rubs your clit, smearing your slick around his fingers before pushing them inside you. you whine at the invasion, reaching for his arms. he shoves you off and continues whispering about how the girl he had been pursuing went home with sirius. he’s angrier when he shoves his cock into you, cursing sirius for always taking what was rightfully his. you’re weak under him, unable to think straight as his thrusts become near torturous with his rage fueling him. you look up at him with tears streaming down your cheeks. he stares back, murmuring one last curse of sirius’ name. his angelic features contort as your eyes lock, “but not you,” he grunts, biting at your neck before kissing your lips. “he can’t have you.”
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volturissideslut · 4 months
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lovesick remus next pls🤞🏼🤞🏼🤞🏼
𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖚𝖘 𝕷𝖚𝖕𝖎𝖓
Lovesick Remus who always carries some snacks for you in his bad. You could be going to class or a fair, doesn't matter. He cared about you and wants to look after you - he's not gonna let you go hungry.
Lovesick Remus who helps you with your work. You don't even have to ask, he's already there pretending to read (he's actually just admiring you over the pages of his book) and waiting around to see of yiu have any questions. Poor Sirius and James can't get Remus to tell them the answers even if they get,but you just hand to furrow your brows in confusion then look to at him.
Lovesick Remus who loves showing off his knowledge, especially about astronomy. "Did you know that Remus is a moon in the main belt of asteroid 86 Sylvia?" He loves to cuddle up to you at night and tell you tall tales of the stars and constellations. So many of them have great tales assigned to them and he researched them all to be bedtime stories for you.
Lovesick Remus who uses his knowledge to his advantage. He knows a lot about flowers and their meanings from this one book he read, and so whenever he's out with the other Marauders he'll be on the look out. If he can find enough, he picks you bouquets of these wild flowers. If not, he'll take one or two and press it into a bookmark for you.
Lovesick Remus who actually genuinely trusts you and let's you in. He let's you see him, truly. You see the scars that litter his body and the scars that litter his mind. He isn't a big fan of physical touch unless it's people he trusts, but somehow it's never a good day if he hasn't hugged you at least twice. He'll dedicate himself to you, please look after him.
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lovings4turn · 2 months
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james carrying you home after a night out because your feet are beginning to hurt . . . he doesn’t even pull out a smug ‘i told you so’ , despite knowing from the very start of the evening your feet would be a little worse for wear in a few hours time . all it takes is james noticing the way you wince with every step before he stoops down in front of you , grin tugging at the corner of his lips . there’s no hesitation in the way he tells you to hop on , and even though he’s hardly sober , he’s able to get you both back home with ease . of course , he proceeds to look after you for the next few days too , making sure your poor feet are bandaged up and you’re wearing only the comfiest of shoes . he knows the cycle will repeat in a few weeks time , but he doesn’t care . he’s more than happy to take care of you .
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A Brief Moment
from @jegulus-microfic's prompt, phases (139 words)
i'm trying to get back into writing so i challenged myself to do the daily microfic for the first time in ages, so here's something i wrote during my dress rehearsal today :) i think it's sweet and simple.
"Hey, Reg?" Regulus looks up from his work to James sitting beside him in the library. James has a tendency to do that; show up unannounced beside him. Regulus has gotten used to it by now, no longer frightened.
"Yes, James?" Regulus asks, admittedly grateful for the momentary distraction from his seemingly endless pile of work.
Without taking his eyes off the window, but leaning against Regulus' side, James asks "What phase of the moon is it?"
Regulus smiles slightly at the fact that James came al the way over here to ask such a simple question he surely knows already. With a glance at the moon, he replies.
"Waxing Gibbous." James nods and smiles, still staring out the window, fully leaning into Regulus. And for a few precious moments nothing else matters but Regulus, James, and the moon.
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st0nesnglitter · 1 year
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Hey, I just read your “truth or dare” smut with Sirius and loved it, that is pure art. I was wondering if you could write another smut with Sirius being very dominant and having a size kink and lots of degradation, if you feel comfortable, of course. Thanksss
SIZE KINK!!!!!! Ugh I’m a whore for size kinks
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A/N: this is absolutely not my best work, my writing is a little rusty. But at least it’s meaty so hopefully you’ll like some part!
Word count: 3.7k
Ever since the night of the game Sirius had become more affectionate. You discussed what your friendship meant to each other and agreed to take it slow, not labeling it and letting it grow in its own pace.
But with the addition of a sexual relationship on top of friendship he has been paying you a lot more attention, being more touchy and you feared that the rest of the group had caught on. So in your mind, to try and lure off any suspicions, you had to be more flirty to the other Marauders. And as a similar night as the night of truth or dare was beginning to form you opted to sit next to Remus instead of Sirius.
“Wait, so are you meant to drink if you have done it or if you haven’t?” Lily slurred before reaching over to Peter to grab the joint floating around.
“If you have done it,” James explained, again, “but I think we should just say stuff, we don’t have to have done it to say it, y’know?”
“Okay does everyone get it?” Remus asked, ever the organizer, “drink if you’ve done it, say anything you can think of”.
The game started rather slow, people getting up to fetch things and to refill cups, but as the game progressed and the questions got juicier the players got more stagnant.
“Okay, never have I ever… slept with more than three people in a week?” Morcas asked, slowly scanning the crowd.
You didn’t really expect anyone to drink but as your eyes fell on Sirius you saw him take a sip. A pit formed in your stomach as you thought about the question. You knew he had a salacious history, certainly more extensive than yours, but you didn’t really want to think of it. The confidence you’ve built up during your sexual escapades with Sirius slowly crumbled as your thoughts ran away from you.
“I’ve got one! Never have I ever had a threesome?” Marlene asked with a wicked smile.
Lily raised her cup to her lips, as did James and they shared a giggle. The attention was directed toward them as people exclaimed and tried to get some more details as Sirius took another drink. You saw it, eyes slowly meeting his and you saw his eyebrow move towards each other in silent questioning.
You felt yourself shrink, averting your eyes and trying to focus on the ruckus that James created around the threesome. In the chaos the game kind of slipped everyones minds and sub-groups started to form around the room. You decided to top off your drink by the table where Remus stood, slightly leaning, mixing his own drink.
“Hey darling” Remus handed you some lemon juice for your drink.
“Hi Remmy” you mumbled and taste tested your little creation, scrunching your nose at the foul taste.
Remus chuckled at your reaction, “not tasty?”
You shook your head and looked up at him. In your peripheral vision you saw Sirius looking toward you. The pit in your stomach from earlier returned, and defiance grew in your body. If Sirius was so flirty and promiscuous, you could be too. Your hand found its way to Remus’ forearm, letting your fingers trace upwards.
“I just can’t get the mix right, your always turn out so tasty” you said, words slightly slurred from equal parts attempted sultriness and equal part intoxication.
Rem chuckled and turned around so he could get a fresh cup and started mixing a new drink. As he worked Lily and Marlene came up to the table.
”Surprised to see you over here” Marlene snickered and reached for a candy from the big bowl.
Your brows furrowed and looked up with a tilted head, obviously confused.
“What do you mean?” You said as Remus handed you your new drink. With just a glance down you knew that it was better than the one you’d mix.
“Just figured you’d be over by Sirius” she replied with a slight twinkle.
As the words reached your inebriated mind your face heated up to a couple thousand degrees. The worry of not having been slick was confirmed and you took a breath to conjure up a plan before replying with a smile.
“Oh no, not when Remmy looks this good” you murmured, sliding your hand over the lycanthropes bicep.
He looked down at you with a smirk and leaned over to place a kiss on your head.
“Well I’m flattered, darling”.
Marlene and Lily shared a look before walking away, mumbling to themselves about whatever. Remus turned to you again and smiled.
“So have you and Sirius stopped fucking or what?”
The question came at you like a couple hundred bees and you have to take second to realize he actually said that.
“Oh come on sweetheart, Sirius and I know everything about each other, you had to know he told me, right?” He said and his smile fell slightly.
“I-I just thought we were, y’know, secret” you mumbled and took a sip for courage. Remus let out a chuckle.
“You wanna be secret? Cause it’s pretty obvious, for everyone” he said over his cup and let his eyes sweep over the room as to prove his point. You let your gaze follow his before taking a step closer.
“Well, that’s kinda why I’ve been around you tonight” you started, quickly taking another swig, “ wanted to throw people off the scent”.
Remus’ face cracked up into a bright smile and let out a chuckle.
“Or are you tryna get him jealous?”
The thought hadn’t even crossed your mind before. He got you jealous during the game, why not retaliate?
“Want my help sweetheart?” Remus asked with a smirk, seeing your thought process like a movie outside your head.
You threw a glance over at Sirius who sat over by James, who had put up cups for a beer-pong tournament. Siri was so pretty from the side, cheekbones sculpted by some divine creature, lips slipping into such an easy smile so it was practically impossible not to smile back.
“Yes please” you almost begged him.
The rest of the night you and Remus circulated the rest of the group, like a moon to a planet, always keeping an eye out for Sirius. The beer-pong had started and with Lily and James teamed up it was quite impossible for the rest of the duos, but as they were down to the last cups Dorcas called out.
“Hey, Beauty and the Beast we need another team!”
You looked over and saw her stand next to Sirius but without any opponents on the other side. You glanced over at Remus as he rolled up his sleeves.
“Let’s go”.
You had Remus behind you, trying out your throw. With four misses in a row, and with Dorcas and Sirius leading with two cups, you tried to gather yourself. Playing with Gryffindors meant that every game is practically life or death.
“Oh come on! Just throw it!” Sirius exclaimed.
Your eyes shot up, a surprised look drawn over your whole face. His eyes had a very intriguing twinkle and he smiled in a way that made your stomach turn. So you threw it. And you made a perfect shot.
Remus let out a celebratory shout and wrapped his arms around your waist, hoisting you up slightly. You laughed and let yourself celebrate with him, lifting your arms into the air. But as Remus put you down you looked over at your opponents. As your eyes landed Sirius you saw that the twinkle had disappeared, which scared you. The second thing you noticed was that his smile had not disappeared, which scared you even more.
“Please, you’re still down a cup” Dorcas said with an eye-roll, “now stop dry humping and let’s get on with it”.
The rest of the game Remus’ left hand was always found on your person, on your shoulder, resting on your waist, guiding your own hand to make a perfect throw. And with the cloud of intoxication getting thicker as the night progressed the game got stretched out, by bathroom breaks, cup refilling and joint rolling. In the end you were tied with a single cup each and Sirius had one throw left. He looked up at you and winked before throwing the ball, making it in.
Dorcas threw herself over Sirius and whooped loudly, “ha! Suck it!”
“Better luck next time” Remus mumbled and walked over to Marlene who had the joint at this time.
Sirius sauntered over to you with two cups in his hands, “can we have a little chat?” He said through gritted teeth.
You followed him, sharing a mischievous look with Remus, before you were out of sight and earshot of the rest. He led you down a dark hall with a fast pace, gracefully not spilling your drinks. And just as you were about ask where you were going a big door appeared right by Sirius’ side. He opened the door and threw a quick, cold glance at you.
“In you go” he said and waited for you to move.
You took a few hesitant steps inside and heard him slam the door shut behind you, causing you to turn to him. He didn’t look angry, he looked peeved.
“You looked really pretty tonight” he said and handed over a glass to you.
The words confused you but you accepted the glass and looked up to him. His eyes had an intensity to them you didn’t expect after a night of drinking and it made you slightly uneasy, as if he had some sort of masterplan.
“Thank you, Siri” you mumbled, “that’s really ni-“.
“Which is one of the reasons why I’m so pissed you decided to waste it on Moony” he cut you off.
“Not because you’d ever do something with him,” he walked toward the middle of the room with slow, deliberate steps. but because you thought you could make me jealous”.
A smile crept over your face and you locked eyes with him over the brim of your cup as you took a sip. The drink was strong, one of Sirius’ drinks signature, but it still felt refreshing.
“I’d say you are a little jealous” you suggested lowly.
As those words registered in Sirius head he whipped around and looked at you again. Then he walked up and took the glass from you, placing it somewhere behind him.
“You think you’re so cute, huh?” He practically growled, “going around groping my best friend in front of me?”
His hands came up to your face, slowly pushing your stray hairs aside with care. You glanced to his lips, hopeful, but he just shook his head.
“Nuh uh, you’ve spent this whole night trying to prove some stupid point” his breath fanned over your face as he spoke, “all for what?”
You assumed it to be rhetorical question but after a beat of silence he still looked down on you expectantly, his big hand wrapping around your face and pushing your cheeks into a small pout.
“All for what?” He repeated.
“I-i uhm, I wanted to make you jealous, o-or maybe just to get your attention” you stumbled out, his lips forming into a sly smirk.
“Well isn’t that cute” he hummed, “do you like having my attention?”
You nodded and let your hands fall onto the waist of the slacks he was wearing, trying to ground yourself by grabbing onto something.
“And you’d do anything I ask, right?”
The hand not pressed into your cheek met yours by his waist, darting past them to unbuckle his belt as you nodded a second time.
“I want you to get on your knees, darling”
Your body acted even before you really understood what he was saying, sinking slowly down onto the hardwood floor. Your hands traced his thigh as you sank, making Sirius throw his head back momentarily.
When you were situated below him he took a few steps back, inspecting you like a work of art. The act was degrading in way that made your skin crawl with excitement. His eyes fell down onto you with a newfound darkness and his already tall body towered over you like never before. Your mouth fell open by itself and he chuckled, walking back up to your small frame.
“You have such good natural instincts, love” he remarked as his hand tilted your chin upwards, “what do you want?”
“I want to..” your words died down as your confidence diminished, but as you saw Sirius’ gaze you knew he wouldn’t let you get away with it.
“I want to suck your dick” you mumbled and he patted your cheek lightly in approval.
“Well what kind of monster would I be if I didn’t let you do just that”
Since his belt already was unbuckled he could just reach down and unzip his trousers, letting them pool by his ankles. You got a great view of his not so unimpressive bulge from where you were sitting and felt yourself leaning forward. With an approving smile from Sirius you let your hands slide upwards again and you delicately wrapped your fingers around the outline. As you let your hands massage him a small, wet spot formed on his dark grey boxers.
“Fuck, you’re so pretty” he groaned, tangling his hand in your hair as he pulled his underwear down.
His beautiful, pink cock sprung out, bobbing in the air as he stepped out of his boxers. He gave himself a few slow strokes as he took in your blown out eyes and flushed cheeks. He grabs his dick as you let your tongue lull out, his smile turning almost sinister as he slaps his tip down onto the pink muscle repeatedly. Without warning he thrusts forward into your warmth, pulling a loud gag from you as he groans. Sirius sets a slow pace after your initial shock dies down, savoring the feeling of your wet mouth.
“This is really what you should be doing” he murmurs, disguising a particularly shrill moan, “not dicking around with my best mate”.
In an attempt to show your obedience you try to nod but the movement makes his length shoot right down into your throat. You pull away as tears well up in your eyes and coughs escape you.
“Fuck m’sorry” you mumbled with an apologetic look over your face.
“Gods, you’re gonna make me cum way too quickly” he groans as he leans his forearms onto the wall behind you, making his cock bob against your face. You licked the thick vein displayed over you and saw Sirius’ face scrunch together tightly
“Nuh uh” he murmured and hooked his hands under your armpits to yank you up from the floor, “I just can’t wait anymore, I gotta have you”.
In a fit of passion he pulled you as close as humanly possible, the kiss being all teeth clashing and tongue wrestling. As he kept pushing you up against the wall he unbuttoned his shirt, dark fabric slipping off of his lean shoulders.
“You know you’re really too dressed for my taste” he said, mumbled by your lips.
When you got back to earth from the kiss a pang of confidence flooded your body and you felt your arms push him away before really realizing.
“Sit down” you ordered with more dominance than you’ve ever had in your voice.
The raven haired man smirked as he sat down on the comfy bed the Room of Requirement housed, legs spread and leaning on his arms, accentuating his lean muscles.
You started to unbutton your slacks, fumbling slightly with the zipper, working for it to look seductive. Pulling them down slowly over your hips you slowly turned around to give him a view of your bum. You noticed, to your delight, when you faced him again his right hand had migrated to his cock, keeping a steady pace as he watched you intently. You stepped out of your trousers and kicked them away as you got to work to pull your shirt over your head in one swift motion, leaving you in black underwear.
“C’mon love, get over here” Sirius muttered out almost so quietly that you didn’t hear him. You sauntered over to him and straddled his hips, careful so you didn’t crush his member. As your lips reconnected you pulled his open shirt off of him, tracing the panes of muscle over this back before your hands got back to his hair. With his hands on your hips he guided your movements, making you grind down into his thigh. When it hit a particularly good spot you whimpered into his mouth and it opened up into a grin.
“This feel good huh?”
You could only nod as you steadied yourself with your hands on his shoulders and focused solely on hitting that spot over and over.
“Feel better than my cock?” He asked and you forced your eyes open to meet his as you shook your head. He chuckled and kissed your jawline.
With one swift motion he flipped the two of you over, ripping your panties with minimal effort.
“Hey!” You shrieked, looking at the fabric in his hand.
“Oh get over it, you’ve already soiled them” he smirked, feeling the wetness that resided in the clothing.
You felt your face heat up, diverting your eyes.
“Aw poor baby, are you embarrassed?” Sirius turned your head back to him with two fingers, making you look at him.
“Embarrassed that you’re so desperate to get fucked?” He asked with eye-contact that burned.
You nodded again and felt some tingling in your stomach at his words. He smiled at you, slightly sweeter than you expected in this situation, and held up his hand to your mouth. When your eyes flitted up to his in confusion he sighed.
“Spit.”
The simply word made wetness pool between your thighs and you complied quickly, to Sirius’ content. He used the saliva as lubricant over his dick before dragging a finger between your slit. He chuckled again and placed a kiss on your hip.
“My filthy girl, getting this turned on from a little degradation hm?”
The heat residing over your cheeks ignited once again and you opened your mouth to say something but could not think of anything in your defense.
“That’s fine” he mumbled as he lined himself up against you, “I’ll give you anything you want”.
He pushed in slowly, both for your comfort but also for his enjoyment. Seeing your face contort, right on the edge between pain and pleasure, and hands flexing as you tried to figure out what to do with them. He set a slow pace, intent in making sure you felt every inch of him.
“Such a little cockslut” he moaned out, feeling you squeeze him at the words, “fuck, getting tight at my words huh?”
In the cloud of pleasure where you were in made his words float together, your jaw falling slack as he increased his force. He took a hold of your hair and tighten his fist slightly to get your attention.
“Feel so fuckin’ good sweetheart” Sirius groaned out.
His cock hit you right where you needed and your hands went to his biceps, gripping onto them to ground yourself, but just as you grabbed on he moved his right arm. His fingers found your clit and he began to carefully rub circles over it, feeling you clench around him again.
“Gods if you keep doin’ that you’re gonna make me cum” you slurred out, rolling your hips to meet his thrusts.
“That’s kinda the point darling” he chuckled.
As his gaze fell down where the two of you connected he saw as he thrusted in a little bump formed in your stomach. He slowed down to watch it closely and moaned loudly.
“My cock is basically splitting you in half” he said, more to himself. The words made you flex around him and his hand went to grab your face.
“Bloody hell, don’t do that!” He reprimanded, wrapping an arm around your waist and hoisted you up slightly before flipping back over so you straddled his lap.
“If you’re gonna be a tease you’re gonna have to do the work.”
You whined at his words but started to grind against him immediately, not wanting to lose the momentum you’d already built up. From this new angle he prodded even deeper inside of you, so deep it almost hurt, and your head fell back feeling all those explosions of pleasure.
“Can’t even hold your head up” Sirius stated, hand coming up behind your back and cradling your head, “just a little toy fo’ me huh?”
His words barely registered at this point, you were too wrapped up in your impending orgasm that you only noticed his voice, tone indicating that he said something mean.
“Please Siri” you mumbled, legs slowing down slightly at the effort of riding him.
“Please what?” He grinned, eyes watching your face intently.
“I jus’ need a little help, need your help to cum” you opened your eyes properly and gave him a pleading look. His face softened and gave you a soft kiss before planting his feet on the floor to thrust up into you. He let his hands wander down to your hips and he started helping you go up and down.
“Fuck that feels so good” you moaned, letting your hand play with your clit to get you closer, “‘m about to cum Siri”.
His determination grew as he heard those words, increasing his pace to watch your face fall into bliss. When you toppled over the hill of your orgasm your legs buckled underneath you, Sirius keeping strong hands over your hips to fuck you through your climax.
As the mist of white pleasure started to clear out from your head you let out a breath you didn’t knew you held in. Sirius’ eyes were impossibly dark, making you nervous.
“How about we flip you around and let the real fun begin?”
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“Sooner or later, you’re going to disappoint them all over again!” Regulus shouts, his hands shaking by his sides.
Sirius’ gaze finally moves to meet his brother’s. They’ve been here before. They’ve had this conversation a thousand times, but it hasn’t felt like this. “Well if you think that I care, then you’re wrong, Regulus.”
“You might not care, but I do.” A confession that Sirius never thought he would hear from his little brother, and perhaps Regulus didn’t even mean to say it, as his eyes are wide and the air becomes thicker with every second that goes by. Time pauses for what feels like a decade, but was only mere seconds.
Regulus decides to break the silence, his voice cracking. “What if they kick you out, Sirius? What are you going to do? Where are you going to go?” His brother presses further.
Sirius has a place in mind. He’s thought of this before. Yet, his response is said with clenched teeth as he denies his future. “I’m not going to get kicked out, Regulus.”
“How are you so sure of that, huh? I heard them talking about it, damn it. They just sat around the table discussing your future over tea.” Sirius has heard this tone of voice before, but he can’t remember when. He remembers the hurt and anger, the sadness and pain. He thought that version of Regulus was long gone.
“Worry about your own future.” His words are sharp, and cut through Regulus like a knife, going straight into his heart.
“But what if you’re not in it?” It’s now that both of their visions start to blur, and there’s brief silence before Sirius’ reply comes out in a whisper.
“Then carry on without me.”
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