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axelsagewrites · 7 months

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James Potter*Switching Positions

Pairing: young!james x f!reader

Kinktober Day five: role reversal with James Potter – James is used to being in charge, but things change when one night you decide to give him a taste of his own teasing medicine

Word count: 1162

Warnings: cocky james at first, sub james, switch james/reader, teasing, p in v sex, condoms, smut 18+

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James thought he was a natural born leader, always the first to speak and to charge head on into danger. When you started dating it wasn’t odd for him to be the one to lead you through the crowd or even through what to do in the bedroom.

Remus was at a study session and his other duo had a detention from a failed prank attempt during a Gryffindor Slytherin quidditch match. While he made fun of his friends for getting caught, he was glad for it as his fingers began to work on the buttons of your blouse. “Fucking missed you all day,” he mumbled against your lips as you laid together on his bed.

Your hands were already getting the last button of his off, shoving his shirt over his shoulders, “You act like I was gone for a year,” you giggled as your hands began to trail down his body, thankful to the way quidditch had shaped him.

“Felt like more than a year,” he mumbled as he finally about got the last button undone, his hands slipping down to grab your thighs, grateful you’d taken your tights off before even getting on the bed.

You weren’t sure what had come over you, a sudden burst of confidence or just pure horniness as your hands found his shoulders again. Within moments you’d flipped James onto his back as you straddled his lap. “That’s more like it,” he smirked, his hands slipping under your skirt to grab your ass.

Your hands found his wrists, pinning them down to the bed. “Who said you could touch?” you asked, knowing full well if he wanted to stop you, he could.

But James wanted to see just how far you’d go, “Its cute when you think you’re in charge,” James mocked, a smirk playing on his lips.

“Cute, eh?” you asked, your hips slowly starting to grind onto his hard on through his trousers making James groan and close his eyes, “We’ll see if you think it’s cute when I’m done with you,” you teased, leaning down to press a messy kiss to his lips.

Your grip loosened on his wrists as you went to run your hands over his body but when his hands went to grab your hips again you pinned them back down, “Cmon,” James whined, almost pouting as you continued to grind your hips into his.

“Uh uh,” you tutted, smirking down at the new feeling, “Never said you could touch did I,” your hands slipped beneath your bodies, unzipping his trousers and pushing them down till only boxers and panties separated you.

James huffed and you knew if he could he’d cross his arms and pout for real, “Can I touch you?” he asked, almost rolling his eyes as he did.

“Nope,” you said, popping your p with a smirk as you began to grind down again. You could feel his cock twitch as you set an agonisingly slow pace.

James eyes screwed shut as he desperately tried to not cum in his pants from this alone, “Please,” he whined as you leaned down to press sloppy kisses down his neck, a feeling he never knew he’d enjoy.

“What was that?” you whispered in his ear, enjoying how he shivered as your hands slipped away from his wrists to trail down his chest.

“Please can I touch you,” James whined, louder this time as you chuckled.

You stroked his cheek lightly and James eyes fluttered open at your touch, “Since you asked so nicely baby,” you said, kissing his jaw, “Yes you can touch,”

James hands instantly moved to your hips, grabbing at the soft flesh as his hips began to buck. Your hand reached down to hold down his hip, “Be patient,” you chastised making him whine much more.

After a few more moments of torture, you shimmied down slightly. James began to protest until he felt your fingers hook the waist band of his boxers, pulling it down to discover a painfully hard cock already dripping in precum, “somebodies desperate,” you teased, taking it in your hand to pump softly making James eyes roll to the back of his skull.

He didn’t even notice you reaching for the condom till he heard the packet tear open, and his eyes lit up like it was Christmas. “If you don’t behave,” you warned and James was already moaning from the feeling of you slipping it on him, “I will stop yeah?” you told him as James quickly nodded.

“Best behaviour love,” he said as you began to shuffle back over him, “promise,” he assured. You lined him up with your hole and James whined from just rubbing his tip against you. he let out a low groan as you slowly sunk down onto his cock and even you were moaning by this point.

Your hands moved to rest on his chest as you steadied yourself, taking it all in. “Please,” James mumbled, his voice hoarse and barely audible, “I can’t wait much longer please,”

“So polite now,” you praised, your hand cupping his face as you began to slowly grind your hips, “Remember you can touch me baby,” you told him and soon his hands were back under your skirt which you hadn’t bothered to take off.

“Can I kiss you?” James asked and instead of answering you leaned down to join your lips in a slow messy kiss.

This new position had your clit rubbing against his pelvis making you whine with each movement. James hands crept from your hips to your tits, pulling your bra down so he could squeeze them gently as your own pace began to speed up. The only thing masking your moans was his lips against yours, but it did little to mask them when he began to roll your nipples between his fingers, and you felt yourself clench around his cock.

“Fuck I can’t hold off much longer,” James groaned, desperately trying to hold on but his words barely even registered as you felt your own orgasm swiftly approaching. Your hips were faster than ever as you chased your peak and when it hit it took your breath away.

James however, even if submissive before, was not ready to stop just yet. Grabbing your hips tightly his own hips began to buck up, fucking you while you rode out your orgasm which only made it more intense. It didn’t take long till you felt James’s stomach begin to tighten and his pace grow messy. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he mumbled until a loud groan fell from his lips as his body stiffened.

You almost collapsed into the bed next to him, pulling to readjust your clothes as your head fell to face James. He turned his head to yours, a dopey smile on his lips, “You’re so fucking hot babe,” he said, his voice hoarse as he pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead, “We should do that more often,”

“Fuck yes,”

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lilacsbeeswax · 1 month

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💐- au of Remus and reader in an apocalypse and Remus looks out for reader

Savior

Remus Lupin x Reader

Warnings: a KNIFE, stabbing (not of anything living), apocalyptic themes, pet names

Part of my 2 year writing event!

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It’s been 2 years since it happened and we still had no idea what it was. It was like one day the world collapsed, people started dying of disease, and governments started quickly crumbling. It was a disease that could spread through any kind of contact with the infected.

I had been with Remus throughout all of it. We had been living in our remote cottage when the catastrophe struck, so we were in very little danger. That was until people began fleeing cities to remote places like ours and spreading the infection everywhere. That’s when we began traveling.

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“I think there’s a cabin up ahead.” I said to Remus, wiping the sweat off of my forehead. Everyday we traveled miles through thick forests until we could find shelter for the day. It was hard and dangerous, but it was better than being stationary.

The logs of a cabin began to appear through the thicket. He replied, “Looks like no one’s been here in a minute. We’ve lucked out, love.”

It was a large cabin with giant windows that took up the whole of the front of the building. I whistled. “Must’ve cost a fortune, shame it’s gone to waste.”

Nature had definitely had a hay day covering the mansion of a cabin because it was covered head to toe in greenery.

“Shame for them, treasure for us.” He whispered, cutting through the foliage and leading me to the front door. “Open the door slowly, there could be something inside.”

I nodded as I grabbed the brass door knob and turned it slowly bringing it toward me.

Remus creeped in first, carrying an old hunting knife we had found awhile back. He gazed around the cabin before quickly motioning for me to follow.

We explored the cabin slowly with no issues until we went upstairs. As per usual, I opened the door, except Remus had still been looting the previous room and was not behind me like I had thought.

When the door swung open a large, human figure was right in front of me. I screamed and scrambled away from the room Remus ran over and plunged his knife deep in the chest, yet it didn’t fall.

Remus began to laugh, stepping away so I could see his victim. I looked over my assailant, it was a dress form that wore an elegant purple ball gown and has adorned with a platinum blond wig. It had the full body of a human, but it was so obviously not human. We burst into a fit of breathless giggles.

In between laughs, I gasped out, “To be fair, it’s the most realistic dress form I’ve ever seen.”

“You scared the shit out of me! What were you thinking?” He laughed.

“Hey! I wasn’t the one who stabbed it!”

He breathed, recovering from our shared laughing fit, and pulled me into a safe hug. “God, I love you.”

“I love you too. Thank you for protecting me, even if it’s just from fashion.”

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some-1writes · 1 year

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The Second Potter

Sirius Black x potter!reader

Warnings: fluff, she/her, one swear word

Summary: what if James Potter had a younger sister and Sirius fancy’s her

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Being James Potters sister was never easy.

Being y/n Potter had its ups and downs, some of the pros are, no one really pays attention to me because they are all worried about my brother, although I am my mother’s favorite, con’s are that anyone I meet would know me as ‘James Potter’s little sister

James has rules set for his friends, the marauders, saying that none of them were allowed to date his ‘baby sister’ if anyone were to get to close to me without my brother near by they would have hell to pay.

Remus and I became friends from our mutual love of books, anything to do with plants and animals, we love sitting in the library for hours on end researching our favorites and having a competition between which is the stronger or more helpful animal or plant.

Peter and I became friends, because I love to cook and bake, and he will eat anything anyone makes, as long as it’s edible. He’s my taste tester, if I make a new recipe, he will try it and tell me if it’s good or not

But Sirius is different, I feel like he’s been distancing himself lately, we used to be best friends, I like to think we still are, we used to do everything together, stealing chocolate from Remus, and playing pranks on Peter, I even used to assist on playing pranks on the Slytherins, we used to sneak into the kitchens and get midnight snacks together, I helped him with girl trouble (even if it pained me to do so) and he offered to help me with boy trouble. We were each other’s ride or dies, but one day something changed between us.

Hearing a wand slap against the desk, waking me from my day dream, I look up to see Professor McGonagall looking down at me, “Miss Potter need I remind you that you are in class, not I’m dream word.” After she finished her sentence I heard low giggles throughout the classroom, and once I hear these my face started to heat up as I send her a small smile continuing with my work.

~time skip~

Walking to the dining hall, with books clutched tightly to my chest, turning a corner, I bump into someone and I fall to the floor while my books go flying, I look up to see a tall figure standing above me.

Realizing it was Sirius I send a large smile towards him while receiving a grin in return from him.

“Hey Siri, how’s your day been?” I say happily while picking up my books that I had previously dropped.

He chuckled while leaning down to help me pick up my books “my day was good thank you sweetheart”

When he replied I looked up at him and at the same time he looked at me, our eyes locked, while staring into his dreamy brown eyes getting lost in the color of the warm chocolate, I look towards his lips feeling as if he was moving closer towards my face.

I look back towards his eyes and open my mouth trying to get something out but it’s as if I had forgotten how to form any words, closing my mouth feeling as if I were to say anything it would come out as a blubbering mess.

As he looks at me with a look I cannot place I quickly move to close the gap between us, I close my eyes as he pulls me closer in by my neck taking charge of the slow kiss, I feel as if I had just landed on cloud nine.

As I slowly pull away I look at his face and give him a warm smile as he asked “what was that for?”

“Siri, I like you, I have liked you since my second year, I know that you probably wouldn’t want to move past anything other than friends but I like you and I’ve been to scared to tell you.” I say in one breath surprised I didn’t pass out from the lack of air going towards my lungs.

Meanwhile he looks at me with admiration lingering in his eyes he leans in and kisses me once more and whispers “I like you too love”

I smile up at him and lean in once more but before I kiss him we hear a shout from the hall.

“What the fuck!?”

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illy-7 · 2 years

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Mess

Remus Lupin x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Heavy making out (it gets heated), mentions smoking and alcohol, one bed trope, fluff

A/n- Hi! This is the first fanfic I’ve ever written so I’m kinda nervous posting it! I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :]

The quiet idle hum of busy London traffic rattled through the underpass.

Panting and out of breath the two desperately pushed their backs against the exposed brick.

“Spose that was a bit of a mess wasn’t it love?”

Love

That stupid name that the older man always used made your stomach flutter in anticipation.

Thunder rattled the walls around you as rain pelted the eroded street. Your now soaked clothes clung pathetically to your shivering frame.

“Not really how I planned to spend my Friday no… so yeah- I’d say it was a bit of a mess”

You bit back a cheeky smile as you peeked back up at the older man. His brown hair was ruffled from the rainwater, a bead of water running off of a strand, it dripped down onto the tip of your nose.

This was supposed to be an easy mission, as Alastor had put it. It was really a way for you to be babysat. You were a younger member in the Order, that was true, yes. But you had earned a spot like everyone else there. Ever since you joined you have been shuffled around filing paperwork or some other arbitrary task. You wanted action, adventure, you wanted to feel important. God only knew how run dry the other members were, a whole nother person would lessen the load immensely. After begging and pleading to Alastor for weeks, he finally broke and allowed you to go on a ‘information gathering’ outing as he put it.

Practically bursting from your seat in joy, it wasn’t until you found out you’d be tagging along and not leading this mission that your mood dipped. That was until Alastor told you who you’d be tagging along with Remus.

Remus was an older member of the Order. He was around when it first was formed. Not like he acted like it. Remus seemed like an outsider, he didn’t party and celebrate with the others after missions, he was never a drunk or rowdy. He normally sat in the corner during these parties and sipped on some alcoholic beverage or puffed on a cigarette while flipping through a novel.

This was very strange to you, and being naive and inexperienced, it peaked your interest. How could someone with such an air of mystery surrounding him in a puff of smoke be almost always forgotten. Not that he didn’t have friends, when he wasn’t tucked away you could normally find him chatting with Sirius, which was strange in it of itself because of how opposing their personalities seemed to be.

You made it a personal habit to observe the smoky man from afar, indulging in your childish fantasies about the brooding man. How he would hold you, kiss you, grab you, how he would stroke and touch your-

But that’s all these were, fantasies. As much as you wished that these dreams could be possible, they just weren’t. For whatever reason, Remus never got close to people, kept them at an arms length. Even when Tonks, an attractive witch with spunky purple hair made attempts to woo the man. He seemed uninterested. Not in a rude way, on the contrary he was very kind. So kind in fact that Tonk often left him after being rejected with a soft smile on her face and a pep in her step. He didn’t speak much about his past or his scars that littered his body, but from what you gathered, most of the Order understood the story behind them. You never wanted to make him feel uncomfortable so you never asked, and subsequently he never told.

But now here you were. 30 feet under muggles pacing about their busy lives staring into those big brown eyes of the kind smoky man. The mission was simple really, collect eye witness reports on a Death Eater attack. One thing led to another and Remus was rushing you down a dank alley with the threat of Death Eaters chasing after you.

“I don’t think it would be a smart idea to head back to the house, we’ll lie low tonight and tomorrow morning I’ll return you home. Is that alright with you?”

The way his tall frame was bent around you as he spoke made your skin heat and your eyes droop as you lazily nodded up to him.

“Good. Now I know a place where we can get a nice cup of tea. Would you like that love?”

The idea of a warm cup of tea cutting through the cold that had seeped into your soul sounded heavenly.

“Fuckin hell that sounds great.”

A smile quirked his lips as he grasped your shoulders and whirled you around. He began walking, ushering you out from under the underpass and onto the path needed to get the tea. His hand lingered on your lower back as you both walked down the dreary streets of London. The streetlights cast a muddy glow to the sidewalk in the evening hours.

After a few blocks of wandering, Remus stopped in front of a shop. Pushing the heavy wooden door open with a soft grunt, the bell on the door chimed. Holding the door open for you as you stepped into the old run down shop.

What a gentleman

He walked over to the counter with a soft smile on his face as you hovered around his back awkwardly.

“Evening, two black teas please.”

You reached for your pocket to fish out a few sickles to pay for the tea before Remus’ large hand pulled your eager fingers away from their destination. Your eyes glanced up at him.

“Really love, I can pay for your tea.”

He sported a boyish grin as he grabbed the fresh cups of steaming tea and ushered you to a cozy table pressed up against the rain covered window.

“Here we are, and… here is your tea”

He placed the cup in front of you while dipping his head low against the table and looking up at you with puppy dog eyes through his lashes.

“I feel like you’re mad at me. Are you mad at me?”

Your eyes twitched together in confusion.

“Mad at you? Why would I be mad?”

He reached across the table, which wasn’t very difficult considering his lanky arms. Pulling wet pieces of hair out of your face.

“You’re quiet, too quiet. More quiet then you normally are.”

He did have a point, you were abnormally quiet. Not because you weren’t enjoying his company, quite the contrary. His company was driving you insane, your insides were all jumbled up and if you tried to strike up a conversation with him you were pretty sure you would say something stupid.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to seem quiet, I’m just tired. It’s really nothing to do with you.”

Lies

“If you’re tired we can stop and get a room, there’s a motel a block or so over. It’s really late anyways…”

He glanced over at the clock on the wall that read 2:37am.

You both finished your tea quickly and left the shop. Wandering after Remus as the rain pelted your newly dried hair turning it soggy once more. As you wandered further towards the motel’s location the surrounding area became more deserted. A wolf whistle sounded from across the street which had you freezing in your tracks.

Remus’ ears perked up and he sent the whistler a dirty look as he grabbed your hand while pulling you to walk in front of him.

“Don’t be nervous love, I’m right here, nothing is going to happen.”

The comforting words sent a heat straight into the pit of your stomach. Despite the embarrassment that burned your face from being catcalled like that, the words that Remus spoke did more than enough to soothe your worries.

Finally you arrived at the motel. It definitely could have been in better shape but since there wasn’t another one around for blocks, this would have to do.

Remus’ words interrupted your thoughts,

“Oh, Can you please not tell Alastor about the whole Death Eaters almost catching us thing, because honestly he’ll have my neck, especially after convincing him to let you come along-“

Before you could even react to what he had just said, he was already chatting with the woman behind the desk about getting two rooms. What did he mean, that he convinced Alastor. He wanted you to come along?

“Oh, alright that should be fine, thank you.” Remus said with a small frown.

The woman looked up at him with sleep filled eyes,

“No problem hun, here’s your key for you and your girlfriend.”

Girlfriend? She thought you were a couple? As your head was spinning with the comment, Remus led you up a flight of stairs and to an old crappy looking door.

“Now, I have to warn you, there was only one room left. Since this is really our only option we are going to have to make it work.”

He swung open the door to the tiny room. The only thing inside was a single bed.

“There’s a bathroom through here, so why don’t you go take a hot shower and I’ll set up our room.”

Nodding in an embarrassed trance, you stumbled into the bathroom swinging the door closed behind you and leaning your head against it. Everything was fine, supposing you don’t combust from pure desire, you’ll be fine.

After your shower you wrapped a towel around yourself and peeked your head around the door. There in only his boxers laying pillows and blankets down on the floor was Remus.

What the fuck…

His eyes pulled back to yours and you noticed him taking a quick glance over you before smiling and handing you his undershirt.

“It’s the only dry thing I can give you, sorry.”

You shook your head before retreating back into the bathroom to put it on. Exiting clad in only Remus’ undershirt and a pair of underwear, you were sweating bullets at the thought of sharing a bed with him. What stopped you dead in your tracks was the sight of Remus, crumpled up into a ball on the floor with only a pillow and a blanket. This was just pathetic.

“Cmon, you’re not sleeping on the floor, just get into bed.”

You huffed before climbing under the covers waiting for him to join you.

He glanced up, “You sure?”

“Yeah I’m sure.”

He climbed in beside you before turning off the lamp. The room was cascaded into darkness, only the soft noise of the combined breath and tap of rain against the window could be heard. A shiver racked through your body as the cold and damp conditions finally set in.

You froze at the feeling of Remus’ large hand wrapping around your tummy.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes.”

“You’re cold.” He commented before rubbing soothing circles around your front.

You turned around so you could face him, eyes staring at each other in the dark. You couldn’t take it anymore, the teases, the holding of the hands, the protectiveness. You couldn’t hold your feelings back any longer. If that meant he’d kick you out onto the street to fend for yourself so be it.

You hesitantly ghosted your lips over his. So soft and delicately that he almost could have missed it.

A heavy silence took over the room, neither party moved. A part of you regretted kissing him, wondering if you misread his intentions. That was until he held your face in his hands and brought your lips to his once more.

Every burning minute was poured from his mouth to yours, gasping for breath and peeling your hands from his damp hair. His hand held both of yours above your head with ease since you dwarfed him in most aspects. Curling over you as he licked stripes up the side of your neck.

Whispering sweet praises into your ear caused your body to twitch with need. Your hips found his thigh and the slight rocking motion caused both of you to freeze.

“Dirty girl,”

Remus licked over your closed lips before flipping both of you over so you were straddling his lap. Soft pants and gasps were all that could be heard. The creak of the old bed echoed down the hall as you both pathetically humped each other, so desperate but too nervous to take it one step further. A soft whine escaped your lips as he grabbed onto your boobs through your undershirt and rocked you down onto his lap,

“Christ, now this is a fucking mess isn’t it?”

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hpotterwhore · 2 years

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why you?

summary: based on this blurb !

word count : 722

warnings: cheating, degradation, remus being a second choice, reader lowkey not being the best person ever, a little smut.

a/n: came up with this right b4 a nap and i’m lowkey in love with the concept. enjoy! did i start this in february and finish in june? maybe. not the point.

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you have a boyfriend. and you love him, you swear you do. so why is it you’re always in the bed of remus lupin by the end of the day? why is it that he, of all people, can make you feel such a way that you keep coming back for more. why do you let it happen and why does he always welcome you with open arms?

it’s not like you were unfamiliar with the infamous remus lupin. you knew who he was, everyone did. he was a player, a self-proclaimed ladies man. you two were never that close, though. then one day, one miraculous day, you caught his eye. and he caught yours.

it’s also a widely known fact that you were in a committed relationship. and it’s not like you were unhappy or anything, just.. unsatisfied. and well, you’d heard the rumors of remus being more than good in bed. and while every single part of you was against this, you still found yourself walking towards the gryfindoor common room where you were sure to find him.

“ah, well if it isn’t miss y/n, to what do i owe the pleasure?” he stood against the wall, arms crossed and the biggest smirk on his face that could be seen a mile away. “you know me?” you had never actually spoken to remus, per-say, so you were a little caught of guard. he kicks his body off the wall and stalks up to you. “who doesn’t, darling?”

this encounter gives you a chance to really look at him, his features. his build. you’d be lying out of your ass if you said he wasn’t hot. the word doesn’t even do him justice. “right..i wanted to ask a favor and i know it might sound weird.. but-”he cut you off, noticing your nervousness. “hey, let’s sit down somewhere, maybe go to my dorm? my friends are out for the day.” he guided you, one hand hovering over your lower back. you hadn’t expected him to be so kind.

of course. you weren’t naive. you knew what he wanted. that didn’t change the fact that he completely hypnotized you. after sleeping with him that first night, you developed a routine. anytime you weren’t with your friends or boyfriend, you were with remus.

it didn’t go unnoticed by him that you absolutely refused to leave your relationship. he knew. and he hated it. he’d never admit it though. he’s too stubborn of a guy to admit to the fact that he’s fallen for you, a girl he’ll never fully have. so, he settles for the little that he can get.

at some point, the lying got harder. remus would pull you away at any given moment just because he knew he could. he knew he was your weakness. “rem, i have an assignment and plans with my boyfriend! you know this.” you pleaded with him as he had you pinned to a wall in a secluded area.

all he did was smirk. “you say that like you’re faithful. don’t worry about the assignment or that pathetic excuse for a partner, angel.” he says as he kisses up your neck, grip on your waist tight as ever. “i have needs. and what i need is you.”

you’re never really sure how you ended up in this position. you’re never really sure if you regret it either. what you are sure about, is that you’re being absolutely destroyed just by his fingers. it’s not long before he enters you. as your vision comes in and out, you get glimpses of remus looking at you like his last meal. hickey after hickey. the sound of your pants and his grunts fill the room.

“look at me pup, you like this?” he whispers in your ear, forcing you to look in the mirror. look at the way he, and only he, can make you crumble. “you like spending all day with your pathetic boyfriend who can’t even make you cum? just to let me ruin you?”

he moves his hand from your waist to your clit, as he feels you clench around him. “fuck, you’ll always be mine, pretty angel. all mine.” you hear him finish as you do, his moans sounding like heaven on earth. all you can do is whimper, tears falling down your face. because he’s right. perhaps he always will be.

#remus lupin angst #remus lupin smut #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus being remus #mauraders #mauraders fanfic #remus lupin fanfiction #remus lupin fic

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haystarlight · 1 year

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The "Mauraders fan" to "Hagsquad fan" pipeline

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inej-ruination-ghafa · 2 years

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dorothea - J.P

evermore masterlist | happiness | coney island

Warnings: fame, sadness, not many that I can think of, Canon divergent timeline

Summary: you had left the magical world to become an actress but have come back after a few years to realise its lonely

Wordcount: 1.6k

The forest was silent, the only sounds were the crunching of autumn leaves and the vivacious laughs of two children.

You and James were only ten years old and running through the forest on a fake wizarding mission.

You both lived next to each other in the small wizarding community and your families were close friends and they had been since you were both born.

You laughed, a high pitched giggle as you raised a stick above your head, pretending pretending to cast a curse on hi.

James fell to the floor, laughing as he pretended to he caught in a curse.

You walked over and helped him up, brushing the autumn leaves off of him.

"Hey Y/N," he said, his voice more timid then usual.

"Yeah," you replied, looking down at him - you were taller then him at ten years old.

"Promise me you'll always think of me, you'll never forget me," he said, almost sounding worried.

You chuckled, reaching your hand out and holding your pinky finger out, "Promise Jamie," you said.

He smiled at you, wide toothy smile despite the fact that he was missing one of his front teeth, "Promise," he replied, linking his pinky finger with yours.

Years later, as he watched you from afar from the other side of diagon alley, he wondered if you ever thought about him. If you remembered your days shared in the wood, running around with no other care.

It was back before either of you cared about the wizardinf war or school or relationships. It was back when you were just James and Y/N.

You were the first girl he had ever been in love with, like truly in love with.

Lily had reminded him of you. You both had the same humour and the same morals towards life and the same wide smile whenever something would make you happy.

Just seeing you again made James' heart flutter and he couldn't take his eyes off of you.

You'd become a muggle actress since you left town and you were famous for the Hollywood films but here in diagon alley, you were almost anonymous apart from muggleborns who knew you.

You had a wide smile as you talked to two eleven year old girls, their brown hair tied in braids.

"Prongs," Sirius said before freezing when he saw you again.

He knew all about you and James.

The two of you had been inseperable during school, practically best friends. You would do everything together and you were an honourary member of the mauraders.

"Why don't you talk to her James?" He asked, watching as you waved goodbye to the two kids and waked into madam malkins.

James had many dates, girls and boys who all wanted to be with him. But he never wanted any of them, he only ever wanted you.

He had broken up with Regulus after leaving the school and that was his first heartbreak. It was even more heartbreaking to hear of his passing last year.

After that he had a small fling with Lily to quell his gried but they weren't compatible, constantly arguing and yelling at one another.

"She's famous now Sirius," he said, sighing, "I'm sure she wants nothing to do with me,"

He never saw you anymore. The last time yiu saw each other was over a year ago at a wedding that both of your families went too.

The only place he saw you was on the muggle screen bit he was proud of you and wanted you to succeed in your dreams.

Two weeks later, he went to a school reunion that a Sirius was hosting at his and James' house and they had invited you.

He was nervous to see you again because he hadn't talked to you in 18 months.

The home didnt feel the same without your cheerful smile that could light up an entire room.

James spent the first hour of the party not able to talk to you. He just kept staring at you from across the party, a smile on his face as he looked at you.

"Merlin, Prongs, just go talk to her," Remus said, shaking his head as he looked between you and James.

James sighed. He wondered if you ever thought about when the two of you went to prom together before you left, when you pranked the whole school.

He wished that he would have realised how special you were to him then but he was still fixated on Lily Evans and her perfect orange hair and her big green eyes.

"She wouldn't want to talk to me, she's all perfect and I'm not," he said, his self doubt and insecurities breaking in and ruining his confidence, knocking him down.

Remus scoffed, shocked that his best friend, a total ladies and man's man would ever be nervous to talk to anyone.

"Come on, don't be a coward," sirius said as he walked over.

"Shut up," James huffed, folding his arms across his chest in annoyance.

Remus sighed, looking at sirius before calling out, "Oy, Y/N, over here!" He called out.

James blushed, afraid you'd turn them down but you rushed over, pulling the three boys in for a big hug.

"I've missed you all so much," you said.

It had been four years since you'd moved to Hollywood and you might be 22 now but it felt like something was nodding.

"How's work?" Sirius asked.

"Good, good," you said, not sure what else to say about it.

You loved your job but sometimes it tired you out and you missed openly being a wizard in your society.

"If you're ever tired of being famous, you could always come back here," Remus suggested, half joking and half serious.

You nodded, chuckling slightly, "Yeah, it's nice to come back here and know that not many people care about how famous you are outside of the room.

You loved fame and you loved the joy that came with acting but you did realise that you sort of had to chose between the wizarding world and muggles.

"I miss all of you, all if this," you said, a smile on your face as you talked to Remus and Sirius and James.

James' heart fluttered and he opened his mouth, about to ask to talk to you in private when Sirius cut on.

"Me and Remus actually have to go do something, we miss you too Y/N, you should visit more," he said, the two saying goodbye to her before walking away, leaving you and James together.

You thought about all those childhood afternoons spent with him, your best friend and soulmate, whether that be platonic or romantic.

"How are you doing?" He asked and you shrugged.

"I'm feeling okay, I've been filming for a while but I'm taking a break for six months, then I have this TV show I'm filming," you explained, "It's tiring,"

"Sounds like it," he said.

It was quiet. Not a comfortable silence but an awkward one, a silence where neither of you quite knew what to say to one another.

"Is it too late?" You asked, leaning into the warmth of his hand on your cheek.

"Too late?" He questioned.

You nodded, "Too late to come back to you, I missed you James," you admitted, the weight lifting off of your chest after years of keeping the secret.

He looked into your eyes, seeing everything he had ever wanted like stars in the galaxy, glowing brighter then anything before.

His breath hitched in his throat, "It's not too late, I've sort of been on love with you since we were eighteen," he said, a nervous smile on his face.

You let out a nervous chuckle, "Merlin Jamss, I've been in love with you since we were fifteen," you said, leaning closer to him, feeling his breath warm against your lips.

He smirked, "You always try to one up me don't you love?" He questioned jokingly and you smiled, too enamoured with him to fight back right now.

"Just kiss me," you said almost breathlessly and he nodded, leaning in and pressing his lips against yours.

It was better than you had ever imagined, the soft yet slightly chapped texture of his lips and the taste of mint and alcohol on his tongue.

You leant in closer, deepening the kiss as your hand moved up, running through his hair and tangling through it.

All the sounds in the room and the music and the loud talking all faded away and all that mattered was you and James together.

He sighed into the kiss. For the first time in his life, he felt completely at ease, like nothing bad could ever happen to them.

It was like he didn't need to worry about the war, or his auror training or anything else bad going on in the world.

You pulled away, both of you resting your foreheads against one another.

You both hust relished in the peace and quiet and the comfortable silence you both basked in.

"Hey James," you said, interrupting the silence.

"Yeah," he replied, his voice deeper and slightly giddy.

"Did you ever stop and think about me?" You questioned, eyes on his.

He chuckled, "Every single day love, every God damn day," he said, glad that he plagued your mind just as much as he plagued yours.

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starsdreamsandmoons · 9 months

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“How long have you been awake?” Remus asks, poking his boyfriend’s leg.

“Only enough to hear some very sweet words from our dear James.”

“I think I’m dying,” James groans, burying his face into Sirius’ shoulder.

“You two are truly partners in crime…and dramatic declarations, Moony quips.

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emisaewr · 1 year

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Regulus shows James the deatheater mark but James is the sun and won’t leave him so easily.

Each step felt like walking on fire barefoot, his lungs struggling to take in oxygen. Regulus’ words played over and over again in his head, worry seeping into his features as his hands trembled slightly from where they were stuffed into his pocket.

“We need to talk.” scribbled in the familiar, fancy script on the corner of a cheap napkin, the words sat in his pocket, his fingers fiddling with it every now and then.

“Regulus?” He forced the words out of where they were stuck in his throat, opening the door to the ‘Come and Go’ room and scanning it for the only person on his mind, his heart hammering in his chest.

“James.” sharp grey eyes met warm hazel, the rims red from what had to be at least an hour of crying. A red and yellow sweater, James’ sweater, hung loosely off his shoulder, exposing the pale skin beneath. His finger fidgeted with the rings on them, one silver snake with emerald eyes calling out to the Gryffindor.

“Hey, love. Got your note, what’s wrong?” He tried. He did. Tried so hard to believe that nothing was wrong, that Regulus just wanted to talk about plans for the holidays, that they were okay. But he couldn’t stop his voice from breaking and cracking as he said those words, as he thought about the note sitting in his pocket.

“Yeah, James I–we, we can’t do this. You–you deserve so much better.” He averted his eyes at the last part, not letting James look into his eyes and decipher his emotions.

“What? Reg–I, I don’t need any better. I need you. Regulus Arcturus Black, you’re all I need. I don’t need better, there is no better–” He could feel tears threatening to spill out, his heart breaking into pieces in his chest.

“No! You don’t get it! I’m not a bad person, I’m a cruel person, I’m my mother’s son, James.” Regulus cut him off, looking up now, tears streaking down his face.

“Your mother, is that it? She put you up to this? Reg, fuck her. She doesn’t get to dictate your life.” He reached forward for him, his finger tightening around the sleeve of his sweater, carefully not to touch Regulus himself. Gently he tugged him towards him, meeting him in the middle of the room, right beside the four-poster bed in the centre of the room.

“You don’t get it,” His voice cracked and cut him up inside, wobbly and shaky and nothing like how he was raised to speak. But he was talking to James Potter, and he always could make Regulus do things his mother would hate to know about.

Raising one shaky hand, he pulled the sleeve of his sweater up, revealing his left arm. And Merlin did it hurt seeing James’ face fall, taking in a deep breath like he was just punched in the gut.

“Regulus–I, you, why?” He walked past Regulus to collapse onto the bed, his arms resting on his knees as he reached forward to pull Regulus in, letting him collapse into his arms, completely enveloped in all that is James Potter.

“I was so so scared James. He was there and I–I blacked out, I couldn’t think he just–he was just there and I was too scared to say no, I’m so sorry James, I’m so sorry, I should have said ‘no’, I could’ve but he was just so–I was just–” his voice cracked, his sobs getting louder and ridding his lungs of any air.

“Shh, shh, slowly, Regulus, slowly. Who was there? Who is he?” Rubbing circles into Regulus’ back, he pulled him up and onto his lap so he could look into Regulus’ eyes, see the pain, see the way he trembled as he breathed in, fingers tightening around Jame’s shirt.

“The dark lord–Voldemort, he was there James, she called him there,” He gasped out, fingers tightening around James’ wrist.

“Shh, look at me Reggie. Up here, love, yes,” gently tilting Regulus’ head up, he encouraged him to look into his eyes, moving one thumb up to brush his tears away.

“I don’t know what to do anymore, James,” Regulus’ voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes wide and showing so much more emotion than he would usually allow.

“You trust in me, and I trust in you. That’s what we do Reg. We get through this together, me and you.” James flashed what he hoped was a reassuring smile at Regulus, leaning back and plopping down onto the bed with him in his arms.

“Cry it out love, let it all out. We’ll deal with this when you’re ready, okay? I’ll wait,” He leaned over to say, his voice soft and soothing. Gently, he ran his hands through Regulus’ curls, holding him close until the shaking became barely noticeable trembles.

“I—My brother, James,” he whispered against James’ collarbone, burying himself into the crook of his neck, the tears gone but his body still shaking slightly.

“I’ll handle Sirius, we can handle Sirius,” he whispered into his ear, rubbing soothing circles into his scalp.

“It’ll—We’ll be okay, Regulus. I promise,”

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wishfullyeternal · 2 years

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Peter Pettigrew x Reader- Breathe Sweetpea

Words- 489

Warnings- N/A

Anon Asked: If you're comfortable could you do fluff angst where reader is really upset not about anything in particular just mood took a down turn and she's friends with the marauders so she goes to thier dorm but peter is the only one there and he tries his best to comfort her and make her laugh and she falls asleep on the sofa beside him? : )

A/N- Thanks so much for the request! I kinda of added my own spin to it, I apologize for not following the entire prompt. Hopefully you like it! A Prince Caspian story should be up by the end of the week, but other than that I have no other requests! As always, requests are open, and love you lovelies. <3

"Oh, in the name of Merlin!" You slammed your hands on the walnut table in the Great Hall. Eyes pointed towards you as you walked hastily towards the Gryffindor common room. With an essay about constellations and their relation to modern magic in Astronomy, having to read three books related to Charms, another essay in Defense Against the Dark Arts about the three unforgivable curses, researching different magical herbs in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi, an essay about Muggles and their technology in Muggle Studies, and one entire parchment sheet of directions on how to make Amortentia in Potions. It was stressful, to say the least.

"Breathe," You whispered to yourself, almost hyperventilating waiting for the staircase to move. The Singing Lady raised a brow at you, but the second you gritted your teeth and said Banana Fritters, she opened without a word.

"Woah what's got you all worked up?" Peter was the only one present in the common room, he seemed a little startled by your entrance, considering the first thing you did was slam your books onto the ground and run your fingers through your hair.

"Just classes, I've got a lot of homework to do, and it's just stressing me out a little bit..." You sighed heavily, Peter came to sit next to you. His eyes were a dark shade of purple, there was no way he had gotten enough sleep.

"Worry about the homework tomorrow Sweetpea, just relax for a little bit," He said, yawning. You cuddled up beside him, loosening your tie and taking off your robe and cardigan. He froze in place, unsure of what to do. You took his hand and put it around your neck, making sure to cuddle in closer. His warmth radiated around you, and he smiled nervously.

"Look who's nervous now," You chuckled, and watched Peter's face flush a bright crimson red. You buried your head into his chest, and the faint scent of Sharpie tickled your nose. It must be from the constant notetaking, he was never quite good with a quill. Pumpkin juice also arose, probably from baking something for the Mauraders. You closed your eyes and tried to memorize the smell. He took his hand and rubbed your back, humming quietly.

"Did you have some firewhisky?" Peter asked, you simply shook your head.

"Why are you being so lovey-dovey?" He questioned again, laying his head on top of yours.

"I knew you wouldn't do it first..." You said, muffled by his cloak. You yawned again and the conversation came to an end. A comfortable silence filled the room and slowly but surely you both fell asleep. In the morning you knew you would never hear the end of it from Sirius and James, with Remus trying to keep the peace, but it didn't matter. You were happy now, and that was all that you needed.

You loved Peter Pettigrew, and Peter Pettigrew loved you.

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coolblackmoonlightrose · 1 year

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Crimson Rivers- Sirius Black

Just a Sirius Black appreciation post, specifically his character in @zeppazariel’s Crimson Rivers. (Spoilers up to chapter 56)

Y’all. So I already have an unhealthy obsession with Sirius Fucking Black. But gods his character in CR is something else.

Where to even begin??

The fact that he has the highest kill count of any other tribute??? That shouldn’t be as HOT as it is.

Or him killing someone without a second thought FIVE MINUTES into the games?? Again. The fact that I consider that hot is likely problematic but...whew.

Him being a sex icon and the Most Desirable, Mr. Charming, but turns into a blushing MESS when he’s around Remus??

Wearing high heeled boots.

SINGING in Azkaban. And then biting the fuck out of Riddle.

Also I have to give appreciation to Wolfstar in this fic. I know a lot of people consider CR to be Jegulus-centric but the wolfstar moments are literally EVERYTHING to me, they give me AIR. Remus being so supportive and secure in navigating Sirius’s sexuality, the way they recognize that know matter what they are a constant thing, despite the distance between them. Sirius talking to the moon, Remus vibrating with excitement knowing he’s about to see his star again. Sirius letting Remus mark him up, knowing that they belong to each other and nobody else.

WHEW.

Okay, need to read the new update.

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axelsagewrites · 8 months

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James Potter*Heroic Deed

young!James x f!reader

Word count 1200

Warnings: bullying/shy reader

A/n: I've missed writing for my mauraders boys

Masterlist here

James wasn’t sure why he found potions so boring he just knew he’d rather be anywhere else right now. perhaps it was in the dungeons or that so far Slughorn had gave him and his friends the most detentions so far this year. usually, he would sit next to Sirius and have a silent competition of who could make the worse smelling potion but unfortunately for him Sirius was sick. selfish bastard, James thought. imagine not letting him know so he could try skiving with him.

James perched his chin on his fist, gazing aimlessly around the classroom as the students filtered in. with no one sitting beside him he was actually able to notice things like the surprisingly pretty girl who had just walked in. James sat up straight as she walked past, trying to get a glimpse of her tie to no avail when his attention got snatched away, “Mr Potter, on time I see,” Slughorn chortled as he took his place at the front of the room.

“You caught me Horrace,” James grinned making the potions master grimace at the boy before beginning his lesson.

James had the perfect view of the class from his comfy spot at the back of the room however that did not mean he was going to listen. peter and Remus sat in front of him however for some reason they both seemed to enjoy this stupid class so even if he passed a note Remus would just chuck it in a cauldron.

so instead as Slughorn explained a meaningless task in explicit detail James eyes roamed the room till they fell on the girl he had noticed. James began to beat himself up. how had he taken this class for two whole months now and never noticed you? James realised you were sat alone and silently hoped partner work was needed in this lesson.

as his mind began to wander, wondering if he in fact had been blind this whole time, he noticed a piece of parchment bounce off your hair. his eyes narrowed, wondering who would throw a note that hard when he saw the rolled-up parchment fly up from the floor only to hit into your head again. James scowled when he saw you trying to swot the parchment away but with each attempt you missed.

“Yes miss (Y/L/N)?” Slughorn said making James eyes snap up and you to mumble an apology, “Please don’t raise your hand without a question to ask class,” he said as he turned back towards the board.

the sniggers coming from a table two seats away made James turn his head. A Ravenclaw and Slytherin boy sat laughing under their breaths at your helplessness as the Ravenclaw was flicking their wand under the table. they’d hexed the parchment James realised.

he hated that he wanted to know how they did it but hated that they were doing it to you more. James silently picked up the bezoar stone that sat amongst his ingredient pile for the day and began to wrap it up in a sheet of parchment. James sat back in his chair, waiting silently for Slughorn to turn around when something better happened. “Horrace a word?” Minnie said from the doorway with two Slytherin firsties by her side.

score, thanks Minnie, James thought as Slughorn slugged out of the class, shutting the door. when he saw the Ravenclaw raise his wand from under the table, presumably to also do something worse than fling parchment, James quickly lobbed the wrapped-up bezoar stone across the room. it smacked the Ravenclaws arm with a loud thud, making him drop his wand, before bouncing off his arm and directly into the Slytherin head.

“Hey!” The Ravenclaw screeched as James did his best to mock his innocence from where he sat as Slughorn suddenly opened the door again.

however, the Slytherin in all his genius did not notice his head of house when he stormed over to James table, “Watch it Potter,” he spat, “Or I’ll- “

“You’ll what?” Minnie shouted across the room making the boy pale instantly.

“He threw something it us,” the boy stuttered as Minnie quickly crossed the room and picked up the parchment that the stone was missing from, making even James face screw up in confusion. Minie gave the boys a death glare as they tried to explain themselves.

“Another thirty points from Slytherin,” Slughorn boomed over the classroom before dismissing the terrifying first years, “Grow up boys it was a piece of paper,” he scoffed at the pair before looking at James making him hold his hands up in mock innocence.

James did his best not to jump with glee as he celebrated his win. Remus shot him a confused look, but he figured he could tell his heroic dead over supper. when McGonagall left and Slughorn finally managed to continue he announced that everyone was to partner with their desk partner to start work on their potions. “Yes, mister potter?” he sighed at James outstretched hands.

“Mister Sirius is not here,”

Slughorn sighed before he turned to the mystery girl James had bravely defended, “Sorry Miss (Y/L/N),” he said before turning back to James, “You can partner with her this lesson. don’t torture the poor girl potter,”

James tried to hide his grin as he quickly grabbed his stuff and moved to the table in the first row. “Closest I’ve ever been to the front,” James joked as he sat beside you, outstretching his hand. “James,” he introduced himself.

you gave a small smile as you shook his hand and offered him your own name. as James flicked back to the right page, he noticed you slip something from your pocket, “You dropped this,” you said, sliding the stone to his side of the desk. James practically felt his heart double as he turned to you with a shocked expression, “And thank you,”

“No problem doll,” James grinned as he picked up the stone. he silently joyed in the blush you tried to cover with your hair, “I will warn you im terrible at potions,”

You laughed in a way that didn’t feel demeaning as you took the stone back from James hand and sat it in a mortar, “Ill teach you don’t worry. just start grinding that up for now,”

“Do we only need one?” he asked to which you nodded. James took it back out the mortar before reaching over the desk to the sat the one you had already collected, “Then let’s keep this one as a keepsake and use this,” he said as he began to grind up the non-thrown bezoar.

“Who knew James Potter was so sentimental?” you joked but James knew it was to cover the heat rising to your face.

“Theres lots you don’t know about me yet,” he said as he scooted his chair closer to yours, “So what steps next love?”

James couldn’t help but enjoy this potions lesson now. by the end of class, he had even made a functioning potion. “Well, well mister potter,” Slughorn said as he handed him the vial they had made, “Perhaps it’s time I changed the seating arrangements,”

“I couldn’t agree more professor,”

Part two here

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