#remus by omel!
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I saw this an immediately thought of remus smut prompt 16- “I wont apologize for marking you up, everyone should know your taken”
Brrrr, possessive Remus <3, Brrrrr.
18+, smut! Dom!Remus(kinda), dirty talk!, fingering, possessive (not under)tones, blood? not much or whatever (he just bites too hard), Remus having a big cock cuz I can, mwah.
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Remus wasn't a big fan of hickeys, or scratches, or bitemarks... He actually used to find them petty, or at some point disgusting. He was already used to seeing them all over his body, and for him, those were more than enough.
Remus used to roll his eyes every time Sirius walked in with a proud smirk and a red and purplish necklace on his pale neck, he would proudly show all the scratches on his back and chest, calling them "war scars", James saw it funny and slapped his back with joy. He would ask Sirius to keep his "war scars" to himself, nobody wants to see that shit.
He just never saw the appeal for it.
That is, until he really felt the urge to do it.
It would be easier to blame it on the full moon, and maybe that was the reason behind it all. On those days when he was feeling more... territorial. He knew you weren't intentionally flirting with that guy, you were just being nice like you always were! Just a big, ray of sunshine. But still... he was really close to you, and he reeked of cheap man's cologne... And Remus hated that.
He hated how that scent lingered around you.
And he had to do something about it.
He cornered you in an empty classroom, holding your hips against the wall as he kissed you, rubbing his hard-on against your bare thigh. His hand slid under your skirt, circling your clit and basically shoving his tongue in your throat to shut you.
"Take off your blouse, now" He growled against your lips, in that deep voice that made you clench around nothing.
Your clumsy fingers undid the buttons at record speed, just in time for him to flip you and press you against the cold stone wall. Remus used to fingers to stretch you wide and good for him, already knowing you had a rough time taking his massive cock.
Now, he doesn't exactly know what possessed him, but you were grateful it did. His face was on your neck when he briefly recognized the faint scent of that cologne, and he saw red.
"R—Remus!" You whined, it was the first time he ever did that.
His teeth sank into the curve of your neck, out of the blue. You moaned in both surprise and pleasure, just in time for him to curve his fingers inside you. Remus continued to lick and bite your neck, sucking the supple flesh eagerly. A trail of saliva connected his lips and your shoulder, making him pant heavily.
"I won't apologize for marking you up, everyone should know you are t—taken” He replied, smirking against your skin.
It looked... really good.
His cock twitched inside his trousers at the sight, and it planted the seed inside his little heart. Remus' hands fidgeted with the buckle but soon he was free and ready to split your sweet, wet pussy in half.
His hands grip your thighs harshly, and the so—needed—nail trim was quickly forgotten when his long nails scratched your thighs, leaving swollen, perfect grooves. His hips snapped against yours as you moaned loudly, feeling his cock piercing your pussy and rearranging your fucking stomach.
One of his hands covered your mouth, in case someone walked near. Remus's lips ghosted over your ear shell, chuckling breathlessly at your needy whines. "Let the whole world know who owns you, whore"
And with that, his teeth sank one last time on your shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. The pain was too much but it crashed in the middle of your orgasm, magnifying it to the skies. Remus licked the tiny crimson dots on your shoulder, feeling (not so) guilty.
"Sorry, went to harsh" He whispered in your ear, rubbing your sides soothingly.
"Not a problem" You chuckled, panting as well. Turning your head to meet his lips in a sweet kiss.
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🌻 “forfeit, loser, competition” / remus lupin / nsfw
𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 — 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐮𝐬 𝐋𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐧
♡ CW: Professor!Remus x Student!Reader relationship, SMUT 18+, oral sex (m), unprotected sex, (kind of) dirty talk. Reader is of age and consents to this relationship! Not proofread! | Word count: 2.9k | Minors DNI!
♡ a/n: 200 flowers request! Thank you <3. Ugh, have I mention how much I love this man?
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“Quills up, everyone.” Professor Lupin’s voice echoed in the spacious classroom, earning himself a small groan from the group of seventh-years. “Don’t worry, now your exams are my problem.”
Standing up, picking your bag and following your friends you felt a light tap on your shoulder, turning around you lifted your eyes looking at Professor Lupin. “Yes? Professor.” You asked with a gentle smile.
“You dropped this, darling.” Hiding your amusing smile at the pet name, you remained professional when he handed you the golden quill you particularly used for this test. “A very nice quill this is.”
“Thank you, Professor.” The title rolled down your lips in a bewitching manner, making him smile. “It’s my lucky quill, I use it on every test.” Tucking it in the safety of your bag, you felt amused at how dangerously close you were to being caught.
“Well, I’m sure you will ace this test.” He smiled at you, the signature smile that made every student melt in their spot, you included.
“I learned from the best.” You giggled softly and followed your friends to the next class.
“What the hell was that?” One of your friends inquired, nudging you with her shoulder.
“I don’t know what you're talking about.” Playing innocently was one of your favourite activities, it only added more character to your overall smart girl look, always the one with the highest grades and a rising star.
Truth be told, even if you were quite smart, even smarter than the average, you had a little tiny secret, one that could ruin your entire reputation and perhaps get you expelled from Hogwarts: A golden quill capable of writing all the right answers, words and mark the right dots on any test, essay or parchment. It was absolutely prohibited, and even with something so powerful in your lovely hands, you used it less than two times in a full school period.
Honourably granted by the one and only Weasley twins, who happen to owe you a big one after you lied for them, saving them from being expelled from school, a long story, a very funny too. At first glance, it looked like a simple golden quill, perhaps a little smaller than average sure, but stereotypical girls liked smaller things because they were so cute! Fred and George took an insanely amount of time and effort into conjuring new spells, jinxes and maybe even a curse, if anyone tried to reveal its secrets, the quill will automatically explode and the ink would be so dense and heavy, it was hopeless to even try and wash it, not even with the strongest whitening spell. They encouraged you to try it in your fifth year when you complained for a week straight about how you were definitely going to fail Snape’s test.
“M’lady… for your grades you shall not cry anymore!” Fred spoke exaggeratedly, you scoffed annoyed while the twins sandwiched you between their arms.
“We have an invention that will shake you from your head to your wand’s core!” George joined his brother, the registered Weasley smile plastered on their freckled faces.
“Just tell me what the new toy is, I have to study for potions.” Rolling your eyes, you giggled at their antics, having a soft spot for their sense of humour.
“Toy?” They exclaimed in unison, offended.
“Whatever.” With another eye roll, they laughed and continued with their presentation, as teasing as these two could be.
“We present to you: The Snap n’ gold!” And right there, in the desk of the empty classroom they dragged you into, a golden quill appeared, smaller than yours, with a hint of platinum sparkles in the golden patterns. “Go on, try it.” Next to the quill, a white parchment appeared as well. “What’s 2316 x 6019?” They continued speaking as one, hinting you how long they planned this.
“How the hell am I supposed to know that?”
“Let the Snap n’ gold work its wonders, my dear.” Fred’s smile widened.
“And only the right answers shall appear.” George closed the rhyme with his best impression of a Victorian pose.
Since when this was an arithmancy pop quiz?
Either way, you watched amazed at how the quill moved your hand in such a natural way it seemed you were the one writing. “It says 13,940, 004”
“Correct!” The twins exclaimed, cheering you and of course, themselves.
That's how you crushed your potions test, and even Professor Snape was a bit surprised by your sudden improvement. He wasn’t easy to fool, but you did, and it felt so good. With great power, comes great responsibility, so you promised yourself and your intelligence, to only use the infamous Snap n’ gold in cases of emergency, an emergency being a test you knew you had no chance of even reaching a Poor grade. So, while you tempted your golden luck by accidentally leaving the quill on your desk after a test done by none other than Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor; You were so confident by always getting away with it, that this time, you even let yourself tease the possibility of being caught, enjoying the danger.
A few days later, relaxing at the castle grounds, being one of the many carefree students who didn’t have to worry about your grade, a sudden tap on your shoulder made you jolt on the stone bench. Turning around, your eyes met a set of amber eyes that belonged to the only man capable to decipher the lies within your worst subjects.
“I’m sorry to interrupt your weekend.” Professor Lupin could interrupt you in your sleep and you wouldn’t even be bothered, but this time, the look in his eyes could only mean one thing. “But I’m afraid we need to discuss something in my office.”
You were in deep, deep trouble.
The walk to his classroom and therefore to his private office was the longest and most torturous walk you had ever experienced in your seven years of school. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, hands sweaty, feeling about to throw up the elves' spaghetti you victoriously devoured that afternoon. Taking a seat in front of his desk, you gulped when you saw a familiar parchment on top of his desk, your test.
“I’ll be straightforward, I don’t want to take more of your time than necessary.” Professor Remus cleared his throat and handed you his kindest smile, which didn’t soothe your nerves at all. “Your test was the highest of your group, perhaps from your whole generation, darling.”
Oh.
“Professor McGonagall is pleased, as you can imagine, she cherishes you quite fondly. She asked me to offer you to compete in a national DADA debate club, of course, with your learning you would be a great factor in the team, you seem to have a vast knowledge of dark creatures.” He did in fact notice how washed out your expression was as if he was speaking another language. “So, what do you say? Feel free to take your time.”
“I—” The words were struggling, a lot. “I—I’m honoured, Professor. Is j—just that… um.I”
Come on, come on! Think about something, quick!. You screamed at yourself, desperate.
“I’m not very good at competitions, S—Sir. I would really like to participate, but if I’m being honest, I’m not that skilled in the subject and—.”
“That’s nonsense! Darling.” Lupin tapped your test, still smiling. “You wrote things I am yet to teach you! To me, that means you’re gifted.”
The debate inside your head was between good and bad, you could A): Tell him the truth, beg for forgiveness, accept 100 detentions with Hagrid at the Forbidden forest just to not be expelled, or B): Keep the act, play it cool, accept his offer and fail at trying to help on a topic you had no clue of.
“Is everything alright?” Professor Lupin looked at you, rather worried. “If you need to take your space and time to think about it, is fine. As long as you are truthful and honest with your decision.”
He knew. The bastard knew. And he was playing with you.
“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, completely and utterly caged, cornered, trapped.
“What was that?” He asked, lifting an eyebrow, expectant.
“Icheatedonthetest” You muttered as quickly as you could, grinding your teeth in embarrassment.
“Pardon?”
“I. Cheated. On. The. Test.” Lowering your gaze, you sighed, feeling ashamed of yourself.
“See, that wasn’t that hard.” Lupin laughed. Something that replaced your embarrassment with confusion. “You were very smart, almost fooled me. But the second you mentioned how you used it on every test, well, let’s say it caught my attention. I noticed it was slightly smaller than average, and the second I touched it, I knew.” How couldn’t he? The man who, unbeknownst to you, made a similar spell just for a map that could trace every single soul in the castle and its surroundings.
“I’m sorry, if you’re going to accuse me with Professor McGonagall then I deserve it.” The tears appeared fast, making him frown.
“I’m not going to, darling.” From his desk, he handed you some tissues. “I know is against the rules, but it is such a clever and unique spell, you should be recognized for the effort and dedication, even if it was for the wrong reasons.” Biting your lips, you swore not to throw Fred and George under the bus, they already had a list so long that it could fill the entire great hall, and you didn’t want to contribute to that list. “At least not me, personally. You’re going to McGonagall's office, explain to her you cheated on the test, she would instantly disqualify you from the list and, you will be forfeited and banned from every other competition there is in what’s left of your school year, you will not mention the quill, of course, just say something banal, perhaps some notes you stuck on your desk, a common muggle thing. I’m sure she will give detention, and perhaps a few house points will be deducted, but—”
“Is either that or being expelled.” You finished his sentence, earning a nod on his part.
“Clever girl.” He smiled, again, this time it felt genuine.
Why did he have to look so handsome when he smiled?
It was now or never. It was a foul move, for sure. But perhaps it was your only choice.
“Professor.” You gained all of the courage you had, battering your eyelashes at him. “Is there another way I could make my punishment less… severe?”
As if you weren't dying to try it.
His smirk completely changed into a quizzical look, weighing your words, your voice, and your actions. “What are you suggesting, dear, is there something in your mind?”
Standing up, ignoring the way your legs trembled in nervousness (and anticipation), you stood next to him, shivering at how he turned his chair to face you, manspreading and looking directly into your eyes, an unspoken question lingering in the thick air. Under his penetrative gaze, you kneeled in front of him, resting the palm of your hands on his knees. “Are you sure of this?” He asks, placing a hand on your cheek, thumb caressing the warm skin. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to.” The confident look in your eyes made him smile once again, but that particular smile— had you throbbing.
“Go on, then.”
Your hands reached for his belt, unbuckling it and undoing the buttons and zipper of his trousers, Professor Lupin helped you by lifting his hips from the chair so you could slip them off to his thighs, and you felt excited at the growing bulge in between his legs. You would be lying if you didn’t dream about this often, often than intended. But having the real thing right in front of you, was something else.
And it sure was something else. He was bigger than you could even imagine, slightly curved and your eyes travelled along the veins of his now hard cock, he enjoyed you staring, even feeling a bit flattered by it. “I thought you wanted to make your punishment less severe, darling.” The pet name rolled down his lips in a way that only fueled your lust. You wanted him and you wanted him now. Tracing that large vein with your tongue, your stomach flipped at the groan that escaped his lips. Wasting no time, you eased him into your mouth, slowly at first, trying and succeeding at making him feel good, taking your sweet time to adjust at his length and girth, and Remus as the gentleman he was, waited until you were sliding inch after inch inside your pretty mouth.
His hand was pressed over your head, encouraging you to keep going, to take him deeper, but never pushing you all the way in. He fought against the moans that threatened the silence of his office, the door was unlocked but that made the whole thing even better. His hips rolled upwards, eager to feel more of your warm tongue all around him. You hummed in pleasure, feeling your own arousal pooling between your legs, wondering if it would feel as good as he did on your mouth. You were almost this close to deepthroating him, taking it as a personal challenge, when he pushed you away gently by cupping your face.
“Get on the desk, and spread your legs.” His voice allowed no disobedience, and Godric did it made you a little bit wetter. Following his command in an instant, you thanked the Gods for wearing a skirt that day, it was your favourite one, not long enough to be a prude but not short enough to break any uniform dressing code, and when his large hands slid the fabric, exposing your drowned underwear, you were so happy to be wearing a skirt. “Hmm.” He approved your squirming form, pressing his finger against your clothed mound, making you jolt. “Perhaps we can negotiate your punishment after all.”
Once your damped underwear was hanging loosely over your ankle, Professor Lupin traced a finger across your fold, gathering the slick and spreading it across your cunt, quickly finding your clit and circling it softly, steady, knowing exactly how to make you gasp and twitch. His fingers compared to yours were like comparing… fuck, you couldn’t think about a proper comparison, being too spellbound by the stretching feeling of two fingers scissoring your tight cunt, preparing you for him.
“Can’t believe my golden student cheated on a test.” He whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine, another curl, another moan. “I thought you were so smart, sweetheart, perhaps you’re nothing more than a loser.” Oh, the words, did they make you clench around his fingers. “Hmmm, that’s it, good girl. I’m sure you had this all planned, waiting for the perfect moment to offer me that slutty mouth of yours.”
“P—Please, Professor.” You gasped when a third finger intimidated your entrance, it burned so deliciously.
“Tell me, bunny.” He cooed, making your head feel dizzy, clouded in pleasure. “What do you want?” Not removing his fingers, he pumped himself a few times, ready to line up with your leaking entrance.
“You, inside m—me, please.” The loss of contact and stimulation made you whine, though the instant you felt the swollen tip of his cock teasing your folds, you spread your legs a little bit more and whined a little bit louder. “Please, l—let me cum over your cock, Remus.”
You were definitely something else as well, and he couldn’t deny how much (despite the guilt and self hatre) he longed for this. The risk of getting caught doing something so prohibited was the experience of a lifetime. Just like it was to be welcomed by the pulsating feeling of your lovely thigh cunt squeezing him beyond imaginable. Remus was in heaven.
“F—Fuck.” He bottomed for a moment, his hands on your hips, carefully sliding in. “So tight, so warm, such a pretty pussy, perfect for a bratty student like you.” The combination of words and movements had you in that state of dizziness, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing him until he was balls deep, both of you moaning at the pleasant feeling. “You want me to move? Baby?” He asked, kissing your neck, you nodded earning you a bite on your neck. “Words, darling.”
“Please move R—Remus, I want to feel you using me.” Magic words. Soon you were drooling, eyes rolling at the back of your skull, not even remembering when he rolled up your shirt and bra and started licking and nipping at your adorable tits, making you almost scream in delight.
With every snap of his hips, you were closer and closer, and then it hit you, like a giant and crashing wave, your body pulsated and clenched around him, almost possessively. Remus groaned at the feeling, so he kept pounding. “Where do you want me? Bunny.” He inquired, hoarsely, biting his lip and kissing your breast, trying to hold himself until you spoke.
After a few tries and a few incoherences being babbled, you managed to look at him and cupped his face with shaky hands, the most life-changing orgasm still possessing your body. “I—Inside me, please.”
“You sure?” And this time you breathed a tired yes and it was the end of him.
Being filled to the brim by your favourite professor was a new feeling you were now addicted to.
Helping you get dressed, sitting you on his lap, kissing your face, complimenting the way you took him so well, like such a good girl. You finally returned to a normal state of mind, legs still sore but with a stupid lovesick smirk, he had never seen in a person. Before leaving his classroom, you felt how his cum rolled down your thigh, making you bite your lip, turning back to see how he was tucking your white underwear into one of his drawers. “Go to Minnie’s office, loser, I’ll be waiting for you here after dinner.” Blowing him a kiss, you giggled.
Maybe being a loser wasn’t that bad
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♡ A/n: me? being? horny? for? Remus? when? when do NOT? 18+ babes! I just want this man to ruin me!
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Stepbrother!Remus groans annoyed when you knock on his door, pausing the game and taking off his headset while Sirius on the discord call is arguing with Regulus. "What do you want? I'm busy." His tone was harsh as always, making you frown and roll your eyes at his usual attitude.
“I need your help, I think my laptop has a virus or something because the screen is frozen.” The confession makes him laugh, mocking your embarrassed pout. “Stop being an asshole and help me, Dad says you’re good with computers.”
“I’ll stop being an asshole when you stop being so stupid.” He snaps back, pushing you with his shoulder, walking towards your bedroom. The moment he enters the intoxicating scent of your perfume welcomes him, the strawberry candles you love and your overall essence, sweet like vanilla and honey.
Remus inhales deeply, sitting on your desk, just to be greeted by the youtube video you were just watching, some boring chick talking about the best primer there is at Sephora. The screen, not frozen, as you said before. “What the fuck?” He mutters turning your pink chair just in time for you to climb on his lap, quick to wrap your arms around his neck.
“I missed you, Remmy.” You giggled softly, enjoying how easy was to trick him, again, playing with his curls at the nape of his neck. He didn’t appear to find the situation as amusing as you did, one hand around your neck, making you gasp.
“Do you think I care?” He growled, dangerously. “And you called me an asshole, you know you're not allowed to talk to me like that, do you want to be punished?” His grip tightened, making you pant. “Is amazing how you can enjoy this, such a slut.”
“I enjoy your attention, Remmy.” You manage to say, knowing well that deep down he wasn’t mad at all, he loved when you acted so desperate for him. “Been dying to suck you off, please?”
The blunt words you pronounce have the desired effect, and soon you’re pulling the waistband of his black sweatpants, staring in awe at his now hard cock. You lick your lips, excited, licking from base to head, delighted by the low groan that escapes his lips. “Don’t tease, you know better than that, whore.” The smile you give him makes his stomach flutter, and soon you’re gagging with his length and Remus throws his head back in the backrest of your chair. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, such a good cock-sucking slut.” The dirty talk only encourages you, a sight that never ceases to amaze him. “Good fucking girl, yes.” You adore how vocal he can be sometimes, suppressing the gag reflex with all your willpower, you mewl when Remus’s thumb caressed your cheek, brushing away some tears. “You know I can’t last long in that slutty mouth of yours, love.” Pushing your head with the palm of his hand, he forces you to deepthroat him. “F-Fuck, yes, and don’t you dare waste a single drop.” Eager to make him proud, you swallow every driblet of the hot, sticky load he releases inside your now swollen lips.
Remus pants, cupping your face and kissing your lips, not even slightly bothered at the fact you just suck him off, actually, it turned him on further. “Give me 5 minutes and I will make you scream for mercy.” He promised against your lips. You just smile, knowing well that in the end, you always got what you wanted.
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18+, dark content, minors DNI! | Obsessed!Remus for the soul♡
a/n: hi, my name is Omel and you're watching disney channel *draws a cock with a wand*
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Fool of you to assume it was over.
It started simply: With that disquieting feeling of being watched. Something— no, someone was skulking around every corner, every window, behind every door. Eyes glued to your back, scrutinizing every movement, every step, every word.
Things escalated; weeks later, little notes could be found in between your notebooks, inside your bag, and even one time on your desk, at potions class. Every letter was the same, same bold, black ink, no sender, and the same scent that was engraved on your brain by memory.
Chocolate and cinnamon.
“What’s wrong?” Your new boyfriend asked you, holding your hand. The note on your hand was different from the others, placed in between your Transfiguration textbook; It felt almost threatening,
«I would rather experience this love even if it wasn't meant to be, than to not experience your sweet loving at all.»
“Nothing, just an old draft of an essay.” You replied, tucking the piece of paper with the rest of the letters, inside your bag, giving him a reassuring smile.
During one of your night patrols, you felt it again.
Eyes all over you, roaming your body. Someone. Someone you knew, someone you loved. Wand in hand, the weak beam of light flickered as if it sensed your sudden fear. Quickening your pace, you breathed through your nose, determined to not let panic get a hold of you. Heart pounding wildly inside your chest, crushing your eardrums, you heard the steps behind you matching your tempo.
“Lumos Maxi—” Your words were abruptly cut off by a scarred hand clasped to your mouth. The same scent of the letter flooded your nostrils. Chocolate, cinnamon and the proximity of the figure allowed you to breath in the subtle fragance of sandalwood.
Which happened to be Remus’s favourite incense.
The frightened whine was muffled by his large hand and his tall frame caged your body against the cold, stone wall, this side of the castle was barely patrolled, you knew that, and he did too. Tears, hot and heavy rolled down your cheeks, staining his sleeve.
“Shhh–” He spoke softly, his nose brushing with yours. “Sorry to scare you, love. I know how easily startled you can be.”
His hand move away from your mouth. “What do you want from me?” You sobbed, scared. “Remus, p–please.” Cupping your face, you flinched at the touch, not letting him brush the tears off, not letting him take care of you.
“Don’t cry, love.” He leaned down, lips ghosting over yours. “Did you receive my letter?”
“Just leave me alone, please.” The desperate cry only seemed to diminish his patience. “It’s been almost a year, just let me go—.”
“Poor baby.” Remus cooed at you, with fake empathy. “Did you really think I’ll let you go that easily?”
He knew, Remus knew exactly what cards to play, to have you putty in his hands. You were weak, you were always a giver, a naive little girl. You tried to push him away, only fueling his anger, his obsession.
Fighting back was useless, and you learned it the bad way. When his scarred hand returned to your mouth, this time from behind, while the other was too busy gripping your hips hard enough to draw bruises on your delicate skin, the tears found their way to the floor, in a place between your feet. Hopeless, stupid, trapped.
"I'm sure your new boyfriend can't fuck you as I can," Remus growled in your ear, his cock buried inside you, hitting all the right spots, just like only he knew. "I'm sure he can't even make you cum."
His madness was suffocating, just like his love used to be. He kept pounding, harder, deeper. Your toes curling in the insides of your mary janes, your hips miserably buckling back, unconsciously begging for more, the slick running down your thighs betraying your thoughts. You hated every second of it, but your body seemed to love it.
Your velvety, warm walls clenched around his hard cock, earning you a breathless chuckle. "Pathetic. Look at you, at least I know this pretty cunt still loves me." Remus continued fucking you, using you, knowing that deep down, this is how you adored it.
It became too much, too painful, your abused cunt gushing around him, overworked. "Fucking milk me dry, you cheating slut." Remus whispered in your ear, before descending into a spiral of madness at the delicious sensation of his hot, sticky cum filling your insides, just like he used to do.
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remus w a (i forgot what it’s called) kink watching sirius and his gf have 👌👈and pretending it’s him 👌👈 with her
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18+, smut, voyeurism, mild stalking, male masturbation, borderline Perv!Remus <3.
Remus groaned against his pillow, furiously fisting his cock around the soft fabric of your panties, that unfortunately for you, were laid on top of Sirius’ laundry basket. He needed to be quiet because he didn’t want to miss a single second of it.
It was basically listening to your restless moans and Sirius' bed shaking in the adjacent room.
He felt sick, depraved and like a total creep, but goddamned your needy whines were enough to rile him up. The way you cried for more, how you begged to cum, desperate and crying. It was all music for his ears. The soft bangs against the wall followed by a sharp slap and a moan, worked in a chain reaction, making him speed up his movements against his hard, leaking cock in a futile attempt to match Sirius’ thrusts against your wet, tight pussy.
God, he was so jealous.
Remus wanted more, he needed more. Unlocking the drawer on his nightstand, he opened his wallet, fumbling with a few tickets, coins and pounds, until he found his hidden treasure.
The little polaroid he accidentally stole from Sirius’ wallet was now in between his fingers, as his hand wrapped his cock again with your dirty panties, using it as a pathetic fleshlight. His eyes traced your body, and he imagined he was the one who took that pic. Your legs spread for him, your lips parted sucking his thumb, his cock buried deep into your slick cunt. His eyes drifted to the little note you left on the polaroid, with your favourite pink marker.
“Siri’s little slut.”
And Remus couldn’t help but smirk as his thumb traced the big X on your boyfriend’s nickname, which was replaced by his messy handwriting (he was jacking off while writing it<3), with his favourite, permanent, black marker.
“Rem’s little slut.”
Much better.
Your loud moan dragged his attention from the polaroid, and he recognized those sounds immediately, you were about to cum, to make a mess, a mess he wanted on his cock, on his face, on his fingers. He wanted you. Remus was about to cum too, and he arched his back and buckled his hips against his hands, the fabric of your panties starting to burn his aching cock, it was too much, it wasn’t as soft as your precious cunt would be.
“Please!” You cried, dragging the last letter, and he imagined your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. “Siri p—please let me cum.” Ugh, why, why.
“Go on, whore.” Sirius growled, and a sharp slap was followed by his words. “Make a mess on my cock, princess.”
Remus did a number on his hand, as he coated your cute pink panties with long, thick squirts of his cum. Biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, he exhaled shakily, panting. His honey locks were glued to his face thanks to the thin layer of sweat that made his body glisten, in the weak light of his desk lamp. He felt so embarrassed, so dirty, but… a part of him was thrilled with this danger, this unrequired passion and lust, for you.
The next morning, Remus woke up to your voice, but this time, it was far from pleased, you sounded pissed.
“What the fuck do you mean by «I lost it», dude?” You yelled at your boyfriend. “It must be in that mess you call a room!”
“First of all, is not a mess, idiot.” Sirius snarled back. “Second, I really have no idea where it is! You know no one touches my wallet. And, did you just call me «dude»?
“Oh sure.” You scoffed, sarcastically. “It just magically disappeared! A fucking polaroid of your dick buried in me just goes missing. Sure.”
Remus had a sleepy smile on his face, as his hand reached under his pillow, where the polaroid was.
“Yeah, do that, take that tone!— Ouch, that hurt!” Sirius complained.
“Stop yelling! Remus is asleep, I don’t want him to wake up to this… disaster.” Remus couldn’t help but smile wider, feeling his heart swelling at your worry.
“Yeah, must be bad to wake up to your annoying bickering.”
“You fucking piece of shit, bickering my ass!”
The fight continued, and Remus heard every argument, insult and apology.
“Hey, where are my pink panties?”
His face hurt from all the smiling.
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🔮 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭: Send me a character + a kink, and I'll write a drabble about it!
Remus & squirting 😀
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18+, smut, cheating, Remus being a softdom ♡
"What the hell is your problem?" You asked, locking the door of the empty classroom behind you. Remus leaned on a desk, titling his head with a curious look on his amber eyes.
"Explain?" He simply answered.
"Wha—, I mean why the fuck did you said that to him?" You hated when he acted this smug, but it was lowkey hot.
"Because it's the truth." Crossing his arms, he walked closer, making you step back, until your back was flat against the door. "He can't make you cum, at least not like I can."
"Are you jealous?" You asked, and the silence that followed your question was your indubitable answer. "Oh my god, you are jealous."
"What if I am?" He finally spoke, caging you against the wall, one hand on top of you head, the other on your hip. "What if I want to be the one holding your hand and kissing you in front of everyone?"
"Remus." You sighed, cupping his cheek. "I know, I know, but I—"
"Break up with him."
The determination and adoration in his eyes were breathtaking. He was breathtaking. You stood there, in silence, gaze fixated in his freckles face, your thumb traced the scars in his cheek, goddess, he was so handsome. He was yours.
"Fine." You said, after what felt like a million years. "I'll break up with him."
Remus smirked, and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was soft, but he still took control of it and pinned your hands in top of your head, gently as he always did.
"Can't you wait until we are in your dorm?" You asked, giggling when he started tracing patterns on the skin below your skirt with his free hand.
"I want you now." It wasn't a statement, or a request, it was an order.
Picking you up, Remus placed you on top of the desk, opening your legs and flipping up your skirt, tracing your sweet cunt on top of the cotton fabric of your baby blue panties. He loved those, with the little bow on the middle of the elastic.
He kneeled in front of you, and you knew you were in for a treat. He started licking your clit from atop the fabric, making you squirm and forcing you to grab a fistful of his honey locks with your delicate fingers. Remus continued with the little kisses and licks until he was satisfied with the growing wet patch in your panties. Sliding them off your legs, he used his thumbs to spread your slick pussy and dive in, swirling his tongue in and out, devouring you in every single lick.
You moaned, not loudly enough but the sound itself made him groan against your aching core. He slid two fingers, curling them as he attached his lips to your puffy clit, giving the little bud all the attention it needed.
"F—Fuck, Remus, stop." You whined, he just giggled and added a third finger, stretching you out a bit more, at goddess did it burned so good.
You were about to cum, he knew it, Remus knew your body better than anyone. But, this time was different. Perhaps it was the way he was curling his fingers, pressing them mercilessly against that spongy spot or the way he delivered bit your clit not so gently, making you jolt and cry.
Whatever he was doing this time, it was working, because you felt the knot in your stomach tighter than ever, it was exhausting, and you felt your whole body shaking at his ministrations. The gushing sounds of your dripping pussy, your moans and weak whines of his name and how he occasionally groaned at the taste of your sweet pussy were too much.
"Remmy." You moaned, trying to warn him of what was about to happen. "It feels w—weird, please, I—"
"Let go, princess, let me make you feel good." And with that, you squirted in his face and fingers. You almost yelled, closing your eyes and panting heavily.
Blinking a few times to push away the dizziness, you lowered your gaze, where Remus was smiling proudly and literally had heart-shaped eyes. His lower face was glistening with his spit and your release, making your heart fluttering.
"Good girl." He praised giving your clit a small kiss, helping you with your underwear and rubbing your thighs waiting for you to catch your breath. "Love you."
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🔮 remus + outdoor sex ?
Thank you for the request! I swear this had me...😵💫, 18+!
🏛𝐉𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧!🫖
You hiss in discomfort as the cold brick wall of the alley collides with your bare back, perhaps the backless satin dress was a bad idea after all. “Fuck, Remus be careful—”
“Shut up." He smirks against your neck, placing wet kisses all over it. “You love it.” He was right, you absolutely adore it when he manhandles you.
His hands roll the hem of your dress, exposing your lacy underwear to the world. Wasting no time, he janks the item off, quick to pump two fingers inside you with comical ease. “Look at you, dripping for me.”
Your hands struggle with his belt, and Remus chuckles at how desperate you look. “Hurry up, sweetheart, we don’t have all night.” He groans in delight when you release his hard cock, pumping it hurriedly with one hand.
The size of this man.
“Hurry, please.” You beg, brushing your thumb at the swollen tip, smearing the sticky pre-cum around. “Remus, please just fuck me.”
“Jump.” He briefly instructs, and you do, giggling as his arms hook under your thighs, and his cock slides between your folds, teasing your clit. “Good girl, ready for me?” You nod with a pout. “You have to be quiet, okay? We don’t want everyone inside the bar to know how much of a slut you are.”
“Shut up, as if you—” Your words melt into a moan of pure bliss, at the burning stretch on your aching cunt. “I swear to God—Shit.” He keeps going and with every inch, you feel the air being punched out of your lungs. “Can’t with how b—big you are.”
“Shhh.” He coos at you, rolling his eyes at the wet clenching around his hard length. “There you go, see?” He kisses your jaw, spellbound by the addictive grip of your sweet pussy. “I’ll make it fit every time I want.” He pulls out just to slam his cock inside you without mercy. "I'll stretch this tight pretty pussy every day if I need to."
The muffled music inside the building, the loud engines of the cars on the street, the voices and laughs of people around you, above you, in the city, the permanent reminder of where you are. Someone could easily walk past this exact alley, to have a smoke, park, or even take a pee and they’ll find you struggling to keep your voice down as your boyfriend fucks you in the open.
You didn't mean to, but the simple thought of it, makes you moan and roll your hips involuntarily, making Remus growl in pleasure.
“I know what you’re thinking.” He whispers hotly in your ear. “What if someone sees us, eh?” With every snap of his hips, he’s hitting that spot inside you. “All they’ll see is a whore being fucked silly in an alley.”
Biting your lip, you nod. “Oh, am I right?” You nod again. “Fuck— You’ll be the death of me, I swear.” Remus presses his forehead against yours as he impales you with his cock. “So pretty.”
Just in time, you hear your friends yelling inside the bar, covering your loud moan as you cum around him, the wet gushing of your dripping cunt being borderline obscene. Remus curses loudly at the feeling and continues his thrusts, cumming inside you and groaning at the sensation of your velvety walls milking him dry.
“Let’s go home, please.” You look at him with pleading doe eyes.
“Let me call a cab.” Remus replies, zipping his pants up and placing the belt over his shoulder, kneeling to pick up your underwear and tucking it inside his pockets. “So I can finger you in the backseat.”
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🔮 Prof remus + size
Also congratulations <333
OOOF, this request had me-, going feral... Tysm Aarshi! I love u <3.
18+, Professor!Remus x Student!Reader, established relationship. DNI if uncomfortable.
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The black vinyl rotated unbothered on his old record player, the catchy tune of a 70s song flooding your ears. Swinging your feet in the air, you smiled when the door opened and Professor Remus walked into his office.
“Hey.” You waved at him, enjoying the surprised grin on his face.
“What are you doing here, bunny?” He walked closer, placing his textbooks next to you and towering in front of you.
The sight of his height never ceased to amaze you.
This man was huge.
Not only was he one of the tallest people you had ever met before, everything about him was… big. You weren’t exactly that short, but next to him? Everything looked a couple of sizes smaller. His hands dwarfed your hips, and the way he cooed at you only made you melt in your spot.
“You didn't answer my question, bunny.” Remus noticed how your behavior changed every time he was this close to you. As if he drowned your common sense and all you could think of was him.
Which was true, if we are being truly honest.
“You know why.” The way he made you squirm just by a simple touch was amazing. His long fingers drummed your thighs and slid your uniform skirt slowly, while his free hand worked a locking and silencing spell to the door.
“Oh, sweetheart.” Remus gasped, pleased. In between your legs, he found the absence of underwear and a satisfying slick that covered your inner thighs. “All this for me?” You nodded, biting your pretty lips. “Usually, you know it is against your rules to touch yourself without permission… But since you behaved so well this week, perhaps I can let you go this time.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Making him proud was your absolute goal, and good girls got rewarded.
His large hands opened your legs slowly, savouring the moment. Sliding one finger across your folds, Remus hummed in delight at the prominent wetness that pooled in your aching cunt.
“Want me to use my fingers too?” He asked, your well-being being his priority.
You shook your head, looking at him with lovely, doe eyes. “No, Sir. I want you, your cock, please.”
“So polite.” Professor Remus cooed at you, how could he deny such a wonderful request? “I’ll give you what you want, bunny, you’re such a good girl.”
Soon, he was gradually sliding his long, veiny cock inside you, gently, knowing it could be too much for you if he forced it. He kept going, inch by inch, until you could swear he was hitting your stomach. Remus groaned in raw pleasure when he reached the tilt, pressing his thumb in the clear bulge in your lower abdomen.
“Look at that, you know what that is, princess?” His thrusts were slow, and careful, enjoying every grip of your tight little pussy, lost in the feeling of your warm greedy walls clenching around his hard cock.
“Hmm.” You barely managed to get out, the dizziness of pleasure and being full of him overwhelming your head. “Y—Your cock, Sir.”
Remus was unable to look away from the arousing scene, how your body struggled to fit him whole, how your thighs quivered on top of his desk, how your pretty face was all flustered and a light string of drool ran down your open mouth.
“So pretty when you’re full of my cock, bunny.” He spoke softly, speeding up his movements, abusing your poor tight pussy. The bulge became more prominent, making him moan in delight. “So pretty to see your Professor’s big cock stretching you and using you.”
“Yes, y—yes, Sir.” You mumbled, moaning loudly.
Good girls had huge rewards.
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yesyesyesyesyes. Yes, Remus pls make me ur ashtray!:D been thinking about making a multichapter fic about thissssss dynamic!!! Perhaps later...
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"So, um." You speak, softly, hands fidgeting in your lap. "That's a very interesting way to... work."
Dealer!Remus chuckles at the sentence. "Darling." The pet name rolls off his tongue as elegant as the way his fingers are rolling the cigarette. "I know what you think, and s'okay. I'm not proud of it either. It's natural for you to be disappointed."
"I'm not... disappointed." You object, carefully choosing your words. "I'm just, surprised. Yeah, that's the word. You know, I've never met a—" Pause. A what? "Uh..."
"A drug dealer?" Remus presses the joint against his lips. "Sweetheart, if you want to break up with me, s'fine. I won't force you to be with someone like me."
"Remus." You call him, snatching the lighter from his hand. "I love you for who you are, I don't care what you do to survive, I guess. Economy is shitty enough as it is."
Lightning up the cigarette for him, you watch in awe how he takes a long drag, how his body relaxes, and how he never breaks eye contact.
"It's rather ironic that a daddy's princess that is spoiled rotten like you, is dating the guy who sells drugs to pay for his scholarship like me." As he speaks, the smoke escapes from his lips and nose, making him look like a scarred freckled dragon.
"Shut up." You giggle, shaking your head when he offers you the joint. "I'm not spoiled rotten."
Remus scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Sure, and when I took you on our first date, you didn't threw a tantrum when the restaurant didn't had your «favorite salad dressing»."
"Don't remind me that, idiot." You punch his shoulder gently. "That's besides the point, Remmy. I love you, you, you."
"Love you too, princess." And you know it's true.
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Dom poly marauders x sub reader who can’t take anything seriously and always jokes around (not being a brat, maybe, kind yes)
One of them is pounding into her and asks “Who’s pussy is this?” / “Who this pussy belongs to?” and reader replies with “It’s my pussy, but we can share.” / “It belongs to me but we can have shared custody if you want.”
And they can’t get mad at her with that because damn, she’s lying there, propped on her elbows and making them laugh while being irreplaceably sexy and pretty, suddenly they all slip from their serious role and have a sex with only dom/sub dynamic vibes
Ugh yes— plus I can see it as a constant teasing and so many punishments!!!!😵💫. Send me asks/thoughts/blurbs! Airport time!
18+, smut, poly!Marauders, Dom/sub relationships, mwah. Ofc not proofread.
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You moan around Remus' hard cock while you feel Sirius literally rearranging your guts from behind. They both groan in pleasure and mock you endlessly, calling you names, making fun of your blissed out state… anything to break you from that petty bratty attitude.
"What was that, whore?" Remus asks as he yanks your hair back, removing his cock from the back of your throat.
"We asked you a question" Sirius adds with a harsh slap on your thigh, making you yelp. "Who this fucking wet pussy belongs to?"
You smile, almost wickedly.
"It belongs to me, but I'm generous enough to share it with you, just don't ask for custody"
Remus rolls his eyes, huffing annoyed. He hates the passion you have to push their buttons. Sirius on the other hand, a big hothead, only takes your answer as an offense. His hand slaps your ass so hard, that the teasing grin on your face falls and your eyes water quickly.
"I swear you are gonna regret those words" He whispers, snapping his hips against you again, harsh, fast, over and over.
The door opens, and James walks in. He's holding his tie in one hand and looks tired, he hated to clean the trophies room. But the moment he sees you naked on Remus' bed, moaning against his thigh, drooling and getting your pussy completely ruined, he feels like a new man. He throws his tie to his bed and quickly starts to remove his clothes, smiling.
"What's the punishment today?" He asks.
"Bitch won't stop being a brat" Sirius groans, wrapping a hand around your neck.
"Is that true?" James tilts his head, taking a seat at the edge of the shaky bed and tracing one of his fingers on your back, fingertips sliding over the bite marks all over your skin.
"Not m–my fault Sirius is a pussy" You mutter, mischievously. "But I g—guess you are what you eat"
"So under that logic, you are a dick?" Remus laughs, anger already far behind. He yanks your hair and guides his cock to your mouth again.
You nod, sucking him dry. Your left hand sneaks under the covers to wrap itself around James' cock, already rock hard. He hisses in delight and lets his head back.
You take a moment to breathe, tears falling down your eyes. "I am a huge dick, so big even Sirius would be jealous of me"
James and Remus bark a laugh, almost coughing. Between moans and giggles, the air changes a bit. Sirius shakes his head and hold a laugh too. He can't believe you sometimes.
"Good fucking luck you are pretty as hell" Sirius says behind you, caressing your sides. "I should slap the shit of you for those words"
"You w–wont" You moan, challenging him. "Pussy"
"He won't but I will" Remus breaks in and squeezes your cheeks, making you raise your head a bit to look at him. The position is a bit uncomfortable and you can feel your neck sore at the effort. "You think you are so funny, maybe you are, maybe not. You should be grateful I even let you suck my dick"
You gasp, offended. "I am—"
"Shut up" He interrupts you. "I'll let this little bratty outbreak slide this time, this time only" He pats your cheek gently. "Now open up, gonna spit inside that filthy bratty mouth of yours"
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I know it sucks im a whore—
#omel is speaking!#omel's asks<3#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#james potter smut#poly!marauders smut#poly!marauders x reader#poly!marauders
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Anon from yesterday hehe, so what I had in my mind was that, reader is James' stepsibling (since I'm poc) and is in Slytherin. Hence he hates them. Even in Slytherin they're not respected and bullied cus they're nice. They also try to be like James and are animagus only so could get love but James confesses he hates his sibling.
Fast forward, reader marries regulus who again treats them like crap. Their marriage is sad. Until maybe something happens and regulus realises their value and later even James accepts them. So basically shit ton of angst with happy ending.
Sorry for long request. You can make it as dark and angsty as you can
𝐒𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 — 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐮𝐬 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤
☆ CW: ANGST, suicide attempt, a lot of cursing, family issues, bullying, James (probably OOC, but idgaf<3), being really, really mean, Regulus being a bad husband. | word count: 5.4k.
☆ a/n: First time writing Reg, sorry. Part II it's still in the making (yes almost a year later, leave me alone lmao)
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Can’t the dark side light my way?
Another morning was waking up to an empty bed.
Rolling on your side, you sighed pressing your cheek against the silk pillows. Every morning was the same, every day felt the same in this old house.
Wrapping yourself in the soft robe, you walked downstairs, to the kitchen, where your husband was already, a cup of black coffee in one hand and the daily prophet in the other.
“Good morning.” You said as you did every morning.
“Good morning,” Regulus muttered back, as he did every morning.
Monotone, a routine, tasteless. That's how you could describe your marriage. Oh, and loveless.
“I'm going to Diagon Alley, do you need anything?” You asked, side against the doorframe.
“Can you buy more of those cinnamon rolls you brought last week?” Regulus lifted his gaze from the newspaper.
You nodded and he muttered a quiet thanks, and with that, you were off. It was always like this, boring conversations, obligatory questions, obligatory answers. He wasn't your husband, he was more like your roommate, perhaps a stranger whom you shared a roof with.
Diagon Alley was crowded, as it always was. Store after store, you stopped by the local bakery, smiling at the (apparently) only thing you had in common with your husband.
To say you didn’t care about Regulus would be a lie, even if it was an arranged marriage, and even if you two had your discrepancies in the past, he was now someone who circulated your orbit daily. Someone whom you liked it or not was going to be there for a long, long time. Regulus was more of a ghost, a phantasmagoric entity that floated around you from time to time, barely speaking, barely acknowledging your existence.
But fights? Were there too. Rather constantly.
Sometimes over nothing, sometimes over past wounds, that were still fresh, sometimes because of his family, sometimes because of yours. Fights always ended up the same, with you sobbing against your silky pillows, and Regulus sleeping in one of the guest rooms.
“Excuse me” A feminine voice behind you dragged you out of your melancholic daze. Turning around, your eyes widened as you recognised the redhead woman in front of you, with a shy smile and a baby with wild hair and green eyes in her arms. “I’m sorry for bothering you, I was just passing by and I saw you here. Say hi Harry.” She cooed at the smiling baby in her arms, who eyed you curiously.
“It’s okay.” You assured her, not sounding convinced at all. “Hello there.” You smiled at the little Harry, who just giggled, his little teeth peeking through his small lips.
“How you’ve been?” Lily asked, clearly trying to start a conversation. “I’m sorry if it seems a bit… meddlesome. It’s just, I never see you around and, you know.” She looked around, visibly nervous.
“Lily.” You spoke softly. “I understand.” You knew where this conversation was heading, and it was something you weren’t really in the mood for. “You don’t have to talk or interact with me if you don’t want to, I don’t mind.” You stopped caring about that long ago.
“I do want to!” She chirped, almost offended. She understood how difficult your situation was, but she was, after all, your stepbrother’s wife. “Harry’s birthday is next week, I was going to send you the invitation, but, hence we are here—”
“James won’t be happy to see me there.” It was true, a crude truth though. Lily frowned but didn’t object, proving you right. “I don’t want to ruin Harry’s birthday party with my presence, besides, I don’t think Regulus would even consider it, I’m pretty sure his brother will be there. ”
“Oh.” Lily quietly muttered, she didn’t think about that further. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it.” You gave her a faux smile, one she didn’t believe at all. “Excuse me, I have to go. I’ll see you around.” Another lie. “Goodbye Harry.” You waved at the infant, who just looked at you with his big, green eyes.
The second you stepped out of the bakery, you heard Lily’s voice calling your name. Once again, you turned around, clutching the paper bag against your chest. You really wanted to go home, but you were too polite to ignore her. She approached you, with a fierce determination in her eyes.
“Look. I know James isn’t the best brother.” She didn’t use the correct title, just like she always did back at school, and James always corrected her, frustrated. “I know he was a total asshole in school, and I’m sorry I never speak up or did something to stop him. I understand family can be difficult, God, my sister? Petunia, she despites me.” She chuckled slightly, shaking her head. “I’m not trying to be a bridge between you two, I won’t force you to reach out to him either, I just want to see you happy. I’m was going to talk to James tonight, and probably scold him for everything he has done these past years, perhaps a few years late, but better late than never, right?”
It seemed too, genuine.
You were speechless. With a deep sigh, you give in, Lily was too persistent, and you were sure she wouldn’t give up, she was head girl after all.
“Fine.” You smiled, this time it was a real smile. “I’ll talk to Regulus tonight as well, I can’t promise you anything, but, I’ll try.”
“Thank you.” Your sister-in-law hugged you, for real. She smelled like peaches and cinnamon, and baby powder. “Thank you, I promise you, everything will get better.”
Everything will get better.
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“No. Absolutely no.” Regulus stood up from the armchair, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”
“It’s just a party, Regulus.” You interjected, pinching the bridge of your nose. Why did he have to be so uptight? “It won’t hurt. Lily really wants us to go.”
“Us?” He asked, raising his hands, annoyed. “There is no us.”
He was right. There was no us.
Regulus saw, firsthand, how your chest deflated, how your gaze lowered, and how you sighed. He was right, there was no us. It was only you, It was always just you.
“I’m going to bed.” You announced, turning around to hide the tears. Fights weren’t new, but what was new, was the raw twist in his stomach, at the sounds of your sobs on the other side of the main bedroom door. Regulus pressed his back against the wooden frame, listening to how you cried. It wasn’t the first time you cried after a fight, but why did this time make him feel something?
Was it regret? Guilt? Remorse? All of the above?
He slept in the guest room that night, and as he lay on the pillows, he realized he couldn't recall when was the last time he slept next to you.
Dreams weren’t nice either, they weren’t an escape from the cruel reality. Dreams, at least for you, were a constant reminder of how miserable your life was.
Dreams. Memories. Nightmares.
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Laughs, evil laughs. Evil snaked dressed in green and silver surrounding you, mocking you. You rubbed your eyes, groaning at the sticky feeling of your fingertips over your face, your hair, your uniform. Someone spilt a glass of orange juice over your head, and no one did anything to stop them. No one cared, no one overlooked.
For the proud and ambitious house of Slytherin, you were just a poor joke. You were the insignificant excuse of a wizard, and definitely, you didn't belong with them. You were too nice, too soft, you were a gentle soul. Qualities that, the Slytherin house wasn’t quite fond of.
And they were sure to remind it every day of your school life.
Across the dining hall, students from other houses looked at you with pity, amusement and even curiosity. Were they expecting you to defend yourself? Probably. Were you going to? Probably not. Instead of giving them a piece of your mind, you just ran away. Once again, as you rubbed the orange juice off your eyes, now mixed with the salty tears of humiliation, they laughed, and their cruel barks echoed in your ears, your mind and your heart.
How did this fit in your story?
Outside, under the dark night sky, the stars were bright. Glowing carefree in the firmament. Your feet wandered around the edge of the astronomy tower, wondering how it would be to be a star. Maybe this just wasn’t your timeline. Maybe you weren’t born to succeed, to achieve great things. Everything just felt empty, flavourless, pointless. Since when did that bright smile change into a sorrowful grimace? When did everything go downhill? Questions, questions, so many questions and no answers. Shaky hands held tightly on the chilly rails of the tallest tower in Hogwarts, where the wind was colder and the stars were closer.
Have you ever dreamed of being reborn as a star? Many times. A wish, your last wish, as your feet started to move away, closer to the sky. Star light, star bright, wish you may, wish you might. Closing your eyes, ignoring the tears streaming down your cheeks, you let go of a hand, darting dangerously around the edge. Everything would be quick, painless, and that’s what you wished for the most, for the pain to just stop.
"Wait!" A voice, a masculine voice. A voice of a star, the brightest star. You opened your eyes violently, gasping at sudden vertigo in your stomach, your feet slipped, and realizing for a fraction what you were about to do. It was too late now, your hands were away from the rails, as your body sway almost gracefully, towards death.
His hand grasped yours, it hurt. Great, just what you needed, more pain. Regulus held firmly to your hand, as you sobbed. Carefully, he eased you back into the ground, your knees wobbling the second you landed on the stone floor. Hard sobs rocked your body, your heart pounding wildly inside your chest.
“Why?” You asked, between sobs. “Why did you stop me?”
“Why were you… going to—” Regulus started, breathing heavily, shocked by what he just witnessed.
“Because I knew no one would stop me.”
"I'm sorry for what happened in the Great Hall." He already said that, why did he insist upon it? "I should've said something, what they did to you was so unfair, even if…” Even if it what?
“Even if I deserved it?” You suggested with half-lidded eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.” Regulus kneeled next to you, keeping a prudent distance. “I didn’t mean it that way, sorry. I don’t know what to say. It was wrong, you don’t deserve to be treated like that.”
Pity. It was pity.
“Regulus.” Hugging your knees, you inhaled the sweet scent of orange juice lingering in your uniform. “Don’t pretend you overlook me. They have been pestering me for years, and you never seemed to care about it. If this is a joke, it ain’t a funny one.”
“It’s not a joke!” He protested. “I just… never actually cared, yeah. Until now.”
Until now.
“Until now?”
Days later, you found out, what ‘Until now’, finally meant. It meant a black, wax-sealed letter, a bad omen. Just a few words were enough to crumble the little piece of peace you had.
War. Fiancé. Marriage. Regulus Black.
You threw the letter to the fire, watching it twist and burn in the desertic common room, late at night with a blanket around your shoulders. You were too immersed in your own thoughts to notice his presence. Regulus called you, making you jolt in surprise. He saw the envelope next to the fire, and the ashed on the wood confirmed his suspicions.
“So, until now, uh?” You asked, with a harsh tone, harsher than intended, not bothering to look at him.
“I’m not happy either.” His voice was a brick, and you were sure he had an unpleased frown.
“There must be a way. I’m sure.” Standing up, the blanket rolled down your shoulders, pooling on the thick green rugs. “Fuck.” You cursed under your breath. “This can’t be happening.”
“It’s borderline ironic.” Something about Regulus’ tone didn’t sit quite right with you.
“Ironic? How so?”
“She's vivid by the idea of me marrying a pureblood, a Slytherin, she didn't even care that your Mother was married to a Potter. A blood traitor, just like my br— just like Sirius.” Of course, it all came to that. Of course, Regulus was just like his family, just an elitist, classist piece of shit. “Perhaps we can tell my Mother how much of a coward and weak you are." His words tensed you, were all the Blacks so venomous? "How you aren't a real Slytherin.”
That was the last drop, your thirteen reason. “Sure, and we can tell my Mother how much of a self-centred asshole you are. How you can't see beyond your fat nose and realize there are other people besides you." Your nostrils flared with rage, no tears, just rage.
Regulus’ face contorted into one of anger, outraged by your words.
“I regret walking on you that night.” He scoffed, looking at you as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt in his expensive leather shoes. “I wish I could travel back in time and stop myself from not letting you fucking kill yourself, giving up like the coward you are. Absolutely pathetic.” His words were pure venom, living up to his house and its emblem.
You slapped him. His face distorted into one of surprise. "I wish I had died that night. So I don't have to watch your ugly fucking face daily."
That night, like many others, you cried yourself to sleep, casting a silencing spell around your bed, hiding from the world, letting the pain consume you, poisoning your soul. Days only got worse, your grades dropped, and soon the whole school knew you were engaged to none other than the Regulus Black. Students stared at you more than usual, whispered louder than usual, and you ever wondered if you became a zoo animal without noticing it. The little contact you had with other students was now unexistent, you spent the majority of the time alone, in the library, where books couldn’t hurt you.
The library became your safe space, a bubble to hide from the real world. Standing on your tiptoes to reach the highest shelve, your attention caught a familiar voice, a loud one, too loud to be allowed in the library.
"Moony c'mon, we'll be fine!" James, it was James.
"Stop insisting, Prongs." Remus answered, and he sounded annoyed. With silent steps you walked closer to them, leaning over a bookshelf, eavesdropping on their argument. "Last full moon was a disaster."
"You know who's fault that was." That one was Peter.
"Keep it down, please." Remus sighed. "You're lucky she knows how to heal a scratch like that. Because if Madame Pomfrey ever hears about this—"
"She won't!" James interrupted him. "She said that she'll be close so if we need her, she'll be there."
You heard Remus's breath hitching. "Are you out of your damn mind? I'm not going to let her near me when I'm a fucking werewolf, Prongs."
A werewolf.
"Calm down, Moony, we know is your time of the month." Sirius's teasing tone only had the opposite effect. "Ouch! Fine, fine, I'll stop. But don’t pinch me like that, it hurts.”
“Great, now shut up.” Remus groaned, annoyed.
It made perfect sense. Years ago, you heard Severus teasing him in one of the few classes you shared with them, calling him "Loony Lupin", a freak, pointing out his scars... Speaking of scars, he had a lot of them.
A couple of essays and works about werewolves had taught you only one thing: They were cruel creatures and extremely dangerous, but, Remus never, in a thousand years looked like a cruel person, he was the only one of James's close friends who had never actively participated in your stepbrother's antics to humiliate you and bother you, but he didn't do anything to stop him either, and you learned the hard way that doing nothing was also part of the problem.
“I still can’t believe you three spent three damn years, putting your lives at risk to become an animagus.” Remus scoffed, but then laughed. “You guys are insane.”
“Hey,” Sirius said. “Anything for our Moony.”
What the hell was happening? First werewolves and now animagus? It really, really, really made perfect sense. Padfoot, Moony, Prongs and Wormtail.
If James and his friends could transform themselves into an animagus, how hard could it be?
It was hard, extremely hard.
It could be considered delusional and psychotic, attempt it without previous preparations, and professional supervision. Being young and naive makes you do stupid things, just for the sake of being accepted and loved. Book after book, the migraine drilled deeply into your skull, it was borderline impossible. After two weeks of exasperating research, two broken quills and a roll of paper, you always ended up with the same conclusion: It was dangerous. Becoming an animagus without any type of help or supervision from the Ministry of Magic was basically a premeditated suicide.
Constantly asking yourself how could they manage to do it without getting caught, how were their methods, how were they still alive? After your third attempt that night, hiding in the Astronomy tower, your whole body ached, a bad move could ruin your life forever, becoming a half-human half-animal, or in the worst case, becoming a corpse. The books you had scattered around the cold floor were useless now, they only repeated the same words with different fonts, words that only vanished your enthusiasm. You didn’t have enough time, enough skills and enough confidence.
"Come on, come on." You whispered to yourself, closing your eyes, feeling the magic flowing through your veins, powerful, strong, earthly. It felt natural, it felt yours.
It was there, you could feel it. You were so, so close. Your whole body tingled, the sparkles in your soul the purpose of your efforts igniting the magic within you. Just a little bit more...
It was gone, and you groaned in pain. It vanished as quickly as it approached, four failed attempts were enough for that night. So, while throwing the useless books inside your backpack, you walked back to your dorm carefully to not be caught by Flitch or Mrs Norris.
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Full moon. It was time, it was your last chance.
It was risky, worst case scenario you could die, your corpse rotting the night. But, death wasn't a thing you were afraid of, at least not anymore. You planned every single step that night, you went through it the whole week. You avoided Regulus, you avoided James, you avoided everything and everyone. The hardest thing was to know when and how to follow them. You knew they were leaving the castle at any time soon, you were a smart girl after all. Logically, Remus couldn't transform near school, for the safety of other students and himself. Dungeons? No, inside the school it was impossible, very noticeable too, and too easy to guess. It must be out of the school grounds.
The first step was to successfully walk out of the school without being caught, and perhaps one (if not) of the most challenging (asides from the transformation itself), then all you had to do is wait. Wait for a signal, for voices, steps, anything. Hiding outside of the castle, next to the greenhouses, the night air was cold, really cold. Wrapping yourself in your jumper, you waited to hide next to a pile of dirt sacks, patiently.
Forty minutes or so later, when you started to doubt your plan, you heard them. Not them exactly, but you could recognize McGonagall's voice everywhere. Taking a quick peek, Madame Pomfrey was also there, and they were escorting Remus, who was silent between the two women. Taking a prudent distance, you followed them all the way to the Whimpering Willow, and you watched in awe how McGonagall with a flick of her wand paralyzed the tree, walking right into a hole next to the prominent roots, followed by Remus and Poppy. So, there was a secret passage. It made sense. But where did it lead them to? Hiding behind a big rock, you waited again. Until they returned, chatting in a low voice.
Until you were sure they were far gone, this was your only chance. Mimicking Minerva's movements, you hoped a simple paralyzing spell would do the trick, and to your surprise it did. Wasting no time, you slid under the tree, scratching your hand as you did so, wiping the little pearls of blood in your jumper. The dark pathway was lugubrious, and you weren't exactly sure where it would lead you, you reached the end, and a weak ray of the pale moonlight guided your steps until you were outside of the Shrieking Shack. This was an excellent location, away from Hogwarts and away from Hogsmeade, plus, the abandoned house had the reputation of being haunted, so, naturally, no one approached it. It was brilliant!
You heard voices, and this time it was them. Running to the nearest tree, you hid behind it, cold sweat running down your face. The unmistakable sound of Sirius' laugh filled your ears, and you watched how the entered the house. The moon was almost at its peak, almost ready to take its protagonism in the dark sky.
A deep, crucifying silence reigned over the terrain until you heard it. A howl, a deep, loud howl, mixed with pain and ache. It was your signal to go with the final step. Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath. Inhaling, exhaling. It was now or never.
There it was again, that sensation running through your veins, pumping magic through every cell of blood. Your skin felt warm, tingling, you felt every hair, every pore. Taking a deep, long breath, you closed your eyes. Wand in hand, you took another profound breath, placing your wand-tip against your heart, begging to the stars.
“Amato Animo Animato Animagus.”
Blazing pain and an intense shiver ran through your body. The bright moon witnessed everything, how your body contorted in agony, your heartbeat was loud, hard and fast, and then it stopped, for a brief instant. Then two. Double heartbeat. It was too late now. There was no going back. A dark cloud fogged your mind, and it happened, you saw it, inside your head, and it was beautiful, it was graceful, it was you. The fear that followed you through the transformation started to crumble your bravery, but surrendering only meant one thing:
Death.
Opening your eyes, everything was… different. The sounds were louder, the scents were stronger. The perspective was abysmal, what was big was now small, and raising your gaze, there it was, the full moon, golden and proud, smiling softly at you, or at least it seemed to.
Their scent was strong, mixed and together, they were a pack. You heard them from miles around, and the rational voice inside your mind kept you in line, it would be too abrupt to approach them firsthand. Sneaking silently around the abandoned building, you devoured your surroundings, every rock, every stick, every curve. The fresh imprint of paws guided you through the woods, closer and closer to the forbidden forest. Still keeping a safe distance, you joined their voices, still hesitant.
The big, grey wolf was the first one to approach you. Slowly at first, reluctant. Were you a friend or an enemy? The tension was high in the skies. He growled, cautious. It was him, it had to be him. He sniffed the air, your scent, and taking a seat, he maintained eye contact, narrowing his golden eyes.
You didn’t felt threatened at all. It was an innofensive interaction, you could smell his curiosity, if that was even possible, or even rational. The atmosphere relaxed for a bit, and the wolf laid down, resting his snot in his long paws. He accepted your presence, but it wasn’t an invitation either. You chirped happily, progress was progress.
Until, the rest of them emerged from the shadows. Larger than you, stronger, angrier. They didn’t liked you, at you could sense their discomfort and hazard. The large, black dog, barked at you, a simple warning: ‘Stay away’. You remained still, blinking slowly, showing them no harm was planned. At least not from your part. The stag was the biggest of them all, with enormous, extravagant horns, graceful swirls in a soft bone colour. The usual prey now looked and acted like a true predator, and the brownish stag was the first one to walk closer to you, looming over you. Stretching his neck, the animal attempted a showoff of dominance, to express how proud and unwelcoming he was.
Behind him, the black dog growled again at you, this time louder. A second warning: ‘Leave’. But you didn’t. You remained still, strong-willed.
A sudden high-pitched squeal caught your attention, and you observed how the wolf was stepping on the tail of a abnormal big rat, not in a dangerous way, more leaning into a playful manner. Unfortunately, letting your guard down for a brief second was a mistake. The black dog pounced, this was the third and final warning. He hovered over you, the drool dripping down his canines. Rolling over a couple times, you tried to fight back, but it was hard, this new form was still new, and your movements were clumsy and dull.
His sharp teeth were wrapped around your throat, hard enough to pierce the skin but not to be considered mortal. The primal instinct of survival ran through your veins, and using every ounce of strength you had in your animalistic personage, you pushed him off you. It wasn’t a fair fight though. The painful stab of the Stag’s horns against your sides caught you off guard once again.
Wheeling over the dirt, you hissed in pain, panting. The adrenaline was high and the anxiety too. Loud alarms inside your head screamed at you. Run, run, run. On all fours, you sprinted away, quickly being pursued by the two aggressive animals. The wolf’s howling broke the silence surrounding you, it was a long, melancholic howl. From the sounds of heavy steps behind you, you knew they were getting closer. They knew how to move, you didn’t. Your legs gave up, sore and pristine to this new anatomy. Those sharp, brutal teeth caught the flesh of one of your back legs, as you cried in distress.
«No, no, no, this can’t be the way I die.» The rational and human voice inside your head sobbed.
A flash of gray freed you from the dog’s grip. The two canines fought against each other, barking and howling at each other, as if its human sides were in a heated argument. You suddenly remembered, the stag was still there, and you wouldn’t comit the same mistake twice.
Duels for you, were never fair, less, if your adversary was your stepbrother, James.
The stag was stronger and bigger, but you were lighter and faster. Dodging every lunge and assault, the strong scents of their proximity clouded your common senses. This wasn’t correct, you never meant to hurt them, especially him. For a very strange reason, you still cared for him, even after all he had done.
Bright, warm rays of sunshine dazzled you, the sun was rising, which only meant one thing; The world stopped for a minute, and everyone ran back to the Shrieking Shack, where they were supposed to be in the first place, but this was far from over.
Running back to your first hiding spot, you closed your eyes again, resting your shivering form against an old tree trunk, accumulating all the last resilience you had to transform back. If someone had told you a month ago, you would’ve been hurriedly dressing back up, bleeding for a hundred superificial wounds, next to the Shrieking Shack, you would tell them they were out of their fucking mind. The sun was brushing the horizon, carefree, as the moon waved back, ready to leave and gossip with the stars. With trembling steps, you walked towards the haunted house, panting, one hand making pression on your stomach, where your most profound wound was.
Inside the old place, it reeked of dirt, old magic and a hint of cinnamon, and maybe citrus, and odd combination, to say the least. Their voices were loud whispers, and, turning around a corner, you found them.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” James shouted, however, this time you didn’t backed away, to hide and cry.
You were too tired to run away.
“You almost killed me!” You snapped back, surprising him with your offputting attitude.
“Stop,” Remus interjected, standing up from a broken, dusty bed, just to groan slightly in pain and sit back down. “Shit—. She knows, she knows too much.” His face was bloody, he was wrapped in a yellow blanket, his silver scars peeking through the fabric along with new ones, angry red and still bleeding.
“Fucking idiot.” James stepped closer, clutching your shoulder. “You ruin everything. You’re so selfish, you are so stupid.” He continued, unloading his anger on you, just like he always did. “Do you know the risk you made us take? Just because of your senseless actions!”
“James.” Remus called him again, this was going too far.
“Remus, he’s right.” Sirius spat, sharing the same venomous look his brother did, nights ago in the Slytherin’s common room. “She knows too much, and if she opens her big, fucking mouth, it would be the end of us.”
“She’s not going to, right?” James pressed, looking at you dead in the eye, you had never seen him this furious before. “She won’t if she knows what’s good. You’re just a self-centred bitch, you can’t stand people having friends right? Just because you’re a loner and no one fucking likes you—”
You slapped him, all across the cheek, knocking off his glasses and successfully shutting him up. Tears ran down your muddy cheeks, this was it, this was your limit.
“Me? Me?!” It was your turn to shout. “Since I met you, you've done nothing but make my life miserable!” Breathing heavily, chest rising with the unpleasant feeling of resentment and rancor. “I did everything! I tried everything for you to like me! I just wanted to be your fucking friend James. I just wanted to fucking be happy, for once!”
“So you became an animagus, in the ridiculous attempt to join us?” His tone was mocking, the tone every student used to address you. “Pathetic. I would never like you, you’re just a lying snake. You don’t care about us, or my father, your mother is just marrying him for Godric knows what. You would never be part of my family.”
“I fucking hate you!” You stomped your shoe at the creaking wood flooring. “I fucking hate you James, you’re just an arrogant piece of shit! You think everyone likes you, you think you’re the greatest, but no. You are just a pretentious, smug fucking loser. You’re the one who doesn’t belong to Gryffindor, you’re a bigger snake than I would ever be!”
James pushed you, face red with rage. You collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain, from head to toe your body was sore, every inch of skin screamed in agony.
“Take it back.” He demanded, forcing you to look at him. “You think you hate me? Then I hate you ten fucking times more.” He spat. No one uttered a word. “I wish you were dead, I wish my father had never married your golddigger mother. You don’t deserve my last name, my house, anything!”
“Fuck off!” You replied, kicking him, crawlinging backwards, attempting to move away from him. “Get away from me!” His hand yanked your hair, making you sob.
“You’re fucking dead to me. I would never, ever see you as an equal. You’re nothing, you’re useless. Everything everyone says in school is true. You’re nothing more than a pathetic mistake, and you dare to call me a loser? At least I have friends.” He let go, turning around to pick up his glasses. “Everyone is right; You are just a hindrance. You don’t belong anywhere.
“One day.” You promised. “One day you will fucking regret those words.”
James laughed, Sirius laughed, Peter was to stunned to speak, and Remus was too tired to even think properly, besides, this wasn’t his battle. Nor of Sirius, or Peter.
In the end, it was always, only you.
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Hi love! How are you?? 📸 Anon here. Could please write a blurb on comfort where reader is on their period and they're being moody. I don't really get cramps on my period, I just get a lot moody and snap at people. So I get scared that I'll end sweet and scared relationships I've build over the years with someone I'm really comfortable with. Idk if it makes sense, but I'd really like it if you write it, I going trough stuff rn 🥺Love, -📸
a/n: Hello my love! I'm a lil' tired but nothing a comfort movie and blankets can't fix<3. Of course love! whatever u want<3. I hope you feel better now, I'm sending u lots of hugs and forehead kisses. I got a little Sirius biased at the end... Just cuz I know u love him sm<3
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"Pup, are you in there?" The sudden knock on the bathroom cubicle makes you jolt.
"Y—Yeah, give me a second." You reply sliding your hands over your quidditch uniform, feeling uncomfortable with the makeshift pad with toilet paper. It was no use, there was no way you could go back to the field like that.
"Are you hurt?" Sirius sounds worried, as he leans his shoulder in the bathroom door. "I know James can go overboard sometimes with practice. If you want I can tell him—."
"Is fine!' You snap, impulsively. "I promise, Sirius, I'm fine." The words were slightly harsher than intended, and you instantly regret talking to one of your boyfriends that way. "Shit—, I'm sorry." You open the cubicle door just to find yourself alone in the girl's bathroom.
"Great, now he's mad at me." You rub your face annoyed. Looking at your reflection, you raise your middle finger to yourself. "Can't believe I got my damn period while flying, fuck."
The walk back to your dorm was uncomfortable as hell, the headache of the physical exhaustion of James's long-ass practices and having to dodge Sirius's lethal bludgers were making your arms and legs hurt, plus, the constant anxiety of staining your uniform was so stressful. Inside the common room, you see Remus and Lily chatting about the last prefect meeting, who greet you with a small smile and a wave. Remus, the sweet boyfriend he is excuses himself to walk towards you.
"How was practice, love?" He kisses your forehead and you try your best to smile.
"Great, I'm just tired, m'gonna go take a shower." Remus frowns at your lack of excitement, you adored quidditch practice with James and Sirius, who speaking of...
"Where are the other two?" Remus's hand cups your face, noticing your bad mood. "Something happened? Was James too brusque again? I already told him to take it easy, is just practice. Or Sirius was bothering you again?"
You loved how they took care of you, how attentive and thoughtful your boyfriends could be, but the hormones, the headache, the 4 hours of sleep you had last night... "Remus I'm fine, I'm not made of glass, you know?" Ugh, the disgusting sensation of your body literally throwing up blood made you shiver. "Just because I'm not as good as James is flying, or I'm not as strong as Sirius, I—."
"There she is." Speaking of the devil. Storming into the common room, James and Sirius finally reach you, James is holding your broom and his, and Sirius is holding his and a small plastic bag. "When I returned to the bathroom you weren't there, pup. I asked Marlene and she said you walked back to the common room."
"How are you feeling?" James is quick to hold your hand, leaning down to kiss your cheek. "Do you need anything? we brought you chocolate. We know it makes you feel better."
"How did you?—" You ask, furrowing your eyebrows. "How?"
"Darling, every time it happens, you get all moody and is obvious that you're easily annoyed." Sirius chuckled. "I kind of figured it out when you snapped at me, but I did the math and it makes sense, you know."
"So that's why you almost scream at me?" Remus teases you, wrapping an arm around your waist.
"I didn't scream at you." The pout you give him only makes him laugh. "I'm sorry, I know this is no excuse for my bad mood, but it's really fucking uncomfortable when I'm flying. "
"Don't worry, pretty girl." James joins the hug, kissing your nose lovingly. "Let us know for the next time, and if you don't want to go to practice, is fine."
"Why don't you tell me is fine to skip practice?" Sirius glares at James, stabbing him with his grey eyes.
"Because you're not a pretty girl, you just look like one."
After a shower, you're now comfortably laying under the covers of Sirius's bed, biting on a piece of dark chocolate. Sirius kisses your forehead, loving how cute you look right now, hair damp and sticking to the sides of your face, wearing his shirt and your legs crossed with his. "feeling better, pup?" He asks, this time kissing your lips, tasting the chocolate.
"Much better." You smile, snuggling into his arms.
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Uhh so I'm in slut slut mode rn and all I could think when I saw this tweet was reader being punished by one of the maruders or poly maruders where the other 2 just watch while 1 of them does this to reader-
Listen... LISTEN... I'm on slut slut mode too rn, so bear with me... also Remus biased because I want that man to spit on my mouth and lemme use it as a mouthwash.
"Look at her, taking Moony's cock so well." Sirius cooed from the other side of the room, fist tightly wrapped around his hard cock. “So gorgeous.”
"She's so pretty, right?" James joined the praise, matching Sirius's movements around his own hard length. "Such a pretty princess, being so obedient."
"Shut up, you two." Remus groaned from the bed, biting his lip while he pushed your head until your nose tickled with the little patch of hair in his lower abdomen. "She's being punished for being a–" The way your throat clenched around his cock made him moan raw in pleasure, hips buckling. “Shit–, for being a fucking brat. Stop spoiling her.”
He continued fucking your face without mercy, cupping your cheeks and slapping them with the tip of his flushed cock, smearing your saliva and his precum all over your face. “Keep sucking, slut, until you learn how to behave.” You nodded weakly, eager to please your daddies <3.
#omel's asks<3#omel is hørny!#remus lupin smut#sirius black smut#james potter smut#poly!marauders#omenhel's little blurbs!#poly!marauders smut
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