marauders🌙✨☀️

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[prettyinpink08]

no i don’t want to read smut i want to read about my favorite characters and me in cute situations i don’t give a flying fuck about what this mfer is like in bed, i do give a fuck however about reading different scenarios where he’s taking me out to dinner or some other cute thing (aot and jjk fandoms i’m looking at you specifically)

[starxreads5]

Remus Lupin x reader

Summary: Your baby is sick. She can't stop crying, no matter what you do. Unfortunately, not everyone in the waiting room is empathetic and understanding. A certain man is giving you a hard time, so Remus gives him a piece of his mind.

English isn't my first language! Not proofread and super short :/

Cw: blood, swearing, broken nose i guess?

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I wrote it while waiting for a doctor's appointment lol. Also, no title because i can't think of anything 😭

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"Can you calm your baby down?" A thick, not so kind voice says behind your back. "My head is pounding from all this crying and screaming."

You tense, and so does your baby when she feels your arms tightening around her small body. You glance behind your shoulder, just to be met with an annoyed expression on an older's man face. He's holding onto his injured hand. The white bandage wrapped around it is already soaked with blood.

"I'm trying." You reply, trying your best to sound kind despite the frustration shimmering inside of you. "But she's sick. I can't just magically heal her."

"I don't care what you can and what you can't." The man snaps. Murmurs of other people follow, but no one tries to help you out or defend you. "Just shut her up. That's all I'm asking."

You close your eyes and start counting your breaths.

One, two, three, four...

Your baby is still fussing, her forehead hot and sweaty where it rests against your shoulder. Her small fists are clenched around your cardigan, her body practically limp in your arms, exhausted from the flu.

"For Christ's sake." The man curses.

You don't have time to react before he raises from his seat, droplets of blood staining the white floor, and stands right in front of you, with fists clenched and fuming with unreasonable anger.

"Shut your baby up. Right now."

You step back, but he only gets closer. His hand, the healthy one, raises and for a second you're scared he'll hit you or your baby.

But then, you feel a familiar weight of Remus' hand on your shoulder. "Not only your hand will bleed if you keep talking to my wife like that."

A look of uncertainty crosses older man's face. He steps back and lowers his arm.

"Sorry, mate. I didn't know she was here with you." He says.

Remus doesn't back down. "Even if she was here all alone, you have no right to threaten a woman, any woman, especially not when she is with a baby. Have some bloody respect."

"Chill, mate." The man smirks. "I wasn't threatening your wife."

Remus presses his lips together. "Sure you weren't. You were just casually invading her personal space, am i right?"

"Listen, you're exaggerating this whole situation. Nothing bad happened. We were just talking, right, sweetie?"

You grimace at the pet name that comes out of his mouth. You step back once again, wanting to create some distance between you and him. Remus' hand wraps protectively around your waist and he brings you closer to him. Luna, your baby, reaches for him and Remus kisses her forehead, which helps her settle down a little.

Then, his gaze moves back to the man.

"Go or God help me, i'll make you bleed more than you already do."

Suprisingly, the man complies. Or so you think he does.

He steps aside, huffing and muttering under his breath, but before he walks back to his seat, he decides to add his two cents.

"Cunt."

Wrong move. Safe to say, it's Remus' last straw.

Before you or anyone in the waiting room can react, Remus' hand lands on the man's face. The sound of a nose breaking resonates through the room and blood, hot and crimson, stars flowing down the man's front, staining both his shirt and trousers.

You gasp, and so does everyone else, including the rude man. Tense silence falls in the room. Everyone seem to hold their breath in anticipation. Luna wiggles in your arms, confused as to why is it so silent out of sudden, but you press her closer to your chest and back away from the source of commotion.

"Call my wife like this one more time, and you're dead." Remus spits out. There's furry in his eyes and you swear he doesn't look like himself. "I swear you are."

Then, Remus turns to you and grabs your hand. Gently, but firmly, he starts steering you out of the waiting room. Your daughter begins to cry in distress.

You protest. "But we need to see the doctor..."

Remus interrupts. "I'll find Luna another doctor, don't you worry."

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[moonstruckme]

hi lovely!! this is my first time requesting, i was wondering if you were willing to write remus x gn!reader comfort where reader often has anxiety regarding their relationships? maybe they often worry that their affection towards others is not reciprocated (at least to the same extent), or maybe they misinterpret remus' behaviour as him being closed off/losing interest in them?

even if you choose not to write this i just want to say i love your work!! i've probably been reading your drabbles + larger works for at least two years now! :-) just wanna give you some appreciation for being one of my fav pages on here!! 💞

Thank you for requesting angel! I sort of mixed this with another request about love languages conflicting, so thank you to that anon too!

a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas

Remus Lupin x gn!reader ♡ 1.2k words

You don't know which of you is being more selfish. Remus, for drawing it out, or you, for knowing, and letting him.  

It's probably you. You love Remus so much it hurts, even though you don't think he loves you anymore. You're holding on to him for as long as you can. You keep trying to win him over.

It's a futile hope—that if you love someone well enough, they'll have to love you back—but you're trying anyway.

"Christ." He covers his eyes with a hand, grimacing.

"Oh, come on." You tug at his wrist. "Don't be a wuss."

"I don't know how you can watch this."

"It's funny!"

"It's horrible." He shudders as the character in your film launches into a particularly shudder-inducing speech. "I don't know how you can stand it."

You laugh at his misery. "I love that you're so compassionate, but maybe this could be good for you. You should see what life is like for those of us who make fools of ourselves more regularly."

Remus scoffs. Only when the scene ends does he he uncover his eyes, taking a handful of popcorn from the bowl in your lap. "You're a masochist," he says, munching anxiously.

You lean your head on his shoulder. "You love me anyway."

You get a hum in return, and then Remus' body tenses as more on-screen embarrassment ensues. With little warning, your eyes begin to burn fiercely. You stand and mumble that you're going to the restroom. Remus reaches for the remote.

"No, don't pause it," you say. "I've already seen this part."

You lock the bathroom door behind you. Stare at your reflection in the mirror, like you can stop this before it starts if you're stern enough with yourself. It doesn't work.

An uncomfortable heat builds in your throat as tears form indistinct deltas on your cheeks. You take a piece of toilet paper from the roll to wipe beneath your nose when it starts to run. It was petty and cruel to test Remus, but you keep doing it anyway, and it never goes how you wish it will. You only wanted him to say that he loved you. Even if it was only in agreement.

You make yourself breathe slowly. No sounds escape the bathroom.

When your eyes look normal and you feel like you have a leash on your emotions, you unlock the door. Remus has paused the film. You're self-conscious of the squeak of the sofa as you sit down beside him.

"I told you you didn't have to pause it," you murmur.

"I know," he says, nudging the bowl of popcorn back into your lap, "but you like this film, and I didn't want to watch without you. Is everything okay?"

You're grateful to have the popcorn to avoid giving a full answer. You hum around a mouthful.

Remus pokes your leg, where you've curled up with your cold toes underneath you. Ordinarily you'd stuff them under Remus' thigh while sitting here like this, but you've kept away from him unconsciously. "Cold?"

"Guess so."

Remus hums knowingly, standing. He sets his hand briefly on the top of your head as he passes by, a small gesture of affection. Your heart wrings itself out like a wet rag.

He returns shortly with a pair of your winter socks. You can hardly look at him as he tugs them on for you, breathing out a soft, "Thanks."

"You alright?" he asks, with all the lightness of unsuspicion; he probably assumes you're only tired, or possibly suffering an upset stomach.

You reply that you are, thinking that it's you who should be asking him. Remus doesn't usually beat around the bush, but he has been for weeks with this. If he's going to end things with you, you don't understand why he hasn't done it yet. Why you're sitting here watching films and bantering when he can't bring himself to say that he loves you.

Remus reaches for you. "Come here, then."

It's the simplicity of it that does you in. To be asked for your closeness so casually, and to know that each night you have with him could be the last, and you won't know which it is. Heat floods your sinuses.

You press your lips together hard to keep them from trembling. Remus looks stricken.

"What?" he breathes.

You shake your head, cheeks wet again. "Sorry."

"Did something happen?" His tone is all soft concern. "Lovely, what's wrong?"

"I—"

Two things happen seemingly at once: your voice fractures, and Remus drags you into his lap.

"That's alright," he shushes you. "I'm sorry, take your time. You're alright."

It is easier to voice it into the curve of Remus' neck. Even now, his scent is lulling, like home. He holds you steady until you work up the guts.

"I don't think you love me anymore," you whisper.

Remus goes still.

His lack of a denial hollows you out. A rushing fills your ears, and you almost don't hear him when he asks, "Don't I get a say in that?"

You back off from him, confused. Uncaring of your swollen eyes and wet nose.

Remus doesn't look very different. Less of a mess, more hurt than heartbroken, but doubly as confused. His hands settle on your hips. "I think if I'd fallen out of love with you, I'd have noticed," he says.

"You never say it." You don't mean for it to sound as accusatory as it does; the wounded bent to Remus' brows deepens.

"I don't?"

"No," you murmur.

"Well, I…" His eyes flit over you, like he's looking for something. You'd give it to him if you knew what it was. "I suppose I didn't think I had to. I thought you knew."

Your voice thins, but you force it out. "Do you still love me?"

"Yes," he breathes. "I thought that was obvious. Do you, still?"

"Of course." It feels awful of him to ask you, as if you haven't spent the past month loving him so loudly, hoping it would echo back at you. "I tell you all the time."

"People can say things they don't mean, sweetheart," he murmurs gently. "Did you mean it?"

Whatever pain breaks across your expression is enough to make Remus flinch, his fingers tightening around your hips. "Of course," you say.

"Okay." Remus' forehead drops to yours. Tears drip from your chin into the space between your bodies. "I'm sorry," he says, sounding hoarse, "that I haven't made you feel loved."

"It's not about how I feel. It's that you never say it."

"I didn't think I had to," he says again, quietly. "I do love you, though. Very much." He finds your hand, rubbing his pinkie against yours. "I don't put on masochistic comedy films for just anyone."

A wet laugh bubbles out of you. It's a joke, but it's true. Remus bears a number of things he ordinarily wouldn't, even for James or Sirius, because you ask him to. He does things you don't ask him for, too. Putting on the kettle just before you get home on chilly evenings, and keeping track of your car's maintenance so he can take it to the mechanic for you. Bringing you a pair of warm socks when he notices your feet are cold.

Remus threads his fingers through yours. "I'm sorry. I can say it more often."

"I think," you hesitate, "I could probably listen better. To when you tell me in your way."

His eyes warm. "I could tell you more, too."

"Maybe just sometimes? So I don't forget."

"Please don't forget."

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hey I love ur writing <3 when ur taking requests again can u pleeeease do one where cedric punishes the reader with bondage and toys if you havent already? thxx and have a great day!!

pairing: cedric diggory x reader 

warning(s): 18+, light bondage (ropes), sex toys (vibrator), overstimulation, dom/sub roles implied 

word count: 1.0k 

a/n: requests are back open for anyone who would like to request something!

Sharing the Head Boy and Girl dormitory with your boyfriend, Cedric, was often something you thought of as a blessing. You got your own privacy with having your own room, but you and Cedric got privacy from the rest of the school as well. Privacy to do exactly what you wanted with each other. And that privacy resulted in the two of you exploring your sexual relationships further than you could have in a small twin bed in shared dormitories. 

One thing led to another and that brought you to your current predicament - tied to the bed with a vibrator magically attached to your swollen clit. 

To be fair, you kinda earned it. 

You had been bothering Cedric all afternoon, despite his instance on actually getting some work done on a rare day off. You thought you could bait him enough that he’d finally comply with your request to fuck you stupid, but he stuck to his guns. 

He warned you to drop it, told you that if you were good you’d get what you wanted eventually. But there was no bone in your body that wanted to be ‘good’ when you wanted him that desperately. 

So naturally, he dragged your bratty ass into the bedroom, stripped you bare, and tied you to the bed. Only after he magically secured the vibrator against your body did he announce that he was going back into the common room to get some work done and that he’d be back later. 

According to you, it was ‘later’, despite the fact that you had no idea how long you had been left there. Three orgasms had gone through your body and you were sensitive and whining. You barely had a chance to catch your breath before the arousal would grow inside of you again, the pleasure on the line of pain at this point. 

“Cedric, please,” you called out for him, praying that he’d release you soon. 

You head whipped to the side when you heard the door creak open, revealing your boyfriend in all his glory, looking like he was completely unaffected by the sight before him. 

Your body was covered in a layer of sweat, your skin flushed the pretty shade of pink he loved so much, and you knew your pussy was a swollen mess. 

“Think you can be good for me now?” Cedric asked, rounding the bed so he was leaning against the footboard - the perfect spot to take in all of you, completely exposed to him. 

“Yes, please make it stop,” you whined, your legs attempting to trash against their bindings. 

Cedric chuckled as he looked at you, but made no move to undo the ropes. 

“Give me one more. Be a good girl and cum one more time for me,” he said gently, but you knew it was a command. 

“It’s starting to hurt,” you pouted, but you knew honesty would get you nowhere once his mind was made up. You both knew you had a safeword if you really wanted this to stop. 

“Then it’s a good thing I’m only asking for one more, hm?” He replied with a smirk, knowing his question was a trap. If you fought him even a little bit, you’d only end up in more trouble. And if you agreed, you just proved that he was right. So you let yourself fall into the sensations of the vibrator, pushing you further and further to the edge every time it pulsed against you. 

He simply stood and watched you, as if he wanted to be nowhere else in the entire world. He made no move to pleasure himself or help you along, just let his eyes trail up and down your body. You hated and loved when he got like that. As much as you hated undivided attention on you for that long, the way he looked at you almost pushed you into your fourth orgasm. He looked at you as if you were his entire world, as if he would be content to just watch you writhe and squirm on the bed for the rest of his life. It made you feel powerful despite the situation you found yourself in. 

“Just like that. Such a good girl. Cum for me,” he said, his voice several octaves lower than when he entered the room, a clear signal that watching you was affecting him in a way that you couldn’t quite see. 

His voice brought you out of your own thoughts and right when your eyes met his, your orgasm shot through your body, forcing a scream to come out of your mouth at the intensity. It was that painful pleasure that left you dizzy, that Cedric was so good at giving you. It was somewhere in that line that you could spend an eternity straddling with him, wanting nothing more than to feel it over and over again. 

As you were coming down Cedric drew his wand, undid all the bindings, and turned off the vibrator, letting it fall ungracefully down onto the bed. He was quick to pull you in his arms, tucking you into his side as he joined you on the bed. 

“How does a quick bath before dinner sound?” He asked once you had caught your breath, pulling away slightly so he could look down at your face. 

You contemplated pouting, because you still hadn’t gotten what you truly wanted: him. But you knew that would ensure that you ended your night without him as well. But you still wanted him so bad even four orgasms couldn't satiate that need inside of you. 

He must have seen the internal debate going on, because he simply raised an eyebrow at you. You gave him a quick nod, causing him to chuckle.

“Oh, you’re never gonna learn,” he commented, but he picked you up bridal style to bring you into the bathroom nonetheless. “How does this sound? If you’re good during your bath and dinner, there’s a good chance we’ll take our desert up here,” he asked finally, still effortlessly holding you as you waited for the water to fill up. 

The way your eyes lit up was enough to tell him you agreed to his terms, but when he joined you in the bath as you began washing your hair, you knew it was going to be a lot harder than you originally anticipated.

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hii! do you think you could write cg!draco x little!reader? reader is a ravenclaw and everyone's super surprised when she goes to sit next to draco at slytherin table at breakfast

thank you for requesting. i´m sorry it took awhile haha. i hope you like it :) im sorry if its not the best

word count: 587

summery: when a ravenclaw surprises everyone by going over to a particular blonde boy for breakfast

Strange looks.

Cg!Draco x little!reader

y/n woke up in her private dorm feeling little and happy. She throws the blankets off her walking over to her closet, grabbing her black and blue robes. Humming a song while she gets dressed she thinks of seeing her daddy in the great hall for breakfast, speeding up her usual morning routine before leaving her dorm. The common room only had a couple students in there, she assumes the rest of the ravenclaw house is either still sleeping or already at breakfast. 

On her way to the great hall y/n was smiling ear to ear excited to see draco. When she gets closer she can hear everyone, and starts skipping to get there faster. Once there she looks over at the slytherin table trying to find the head of white hair that she knows so well. When she spots him, she grins before skipping over to the slytherin table causing every other table to look at her. y/n is a sweet ravenclaw why is she going over to that table? They think. 

When she walks up behind Draco she could hear all the confused whispers and feel the stares in the back of her head but she couldn't care less as she wrapped her arms around Draco´s shoulders feeling him tense up before realizing who was hugging him. “Hello my love” he says turning to look at her, she kisses his cheek “good morning” she says happily while sitting down next to him biting her lip, looking at the food with wide eyes.

Draco leans towards her and whispers in her ear  “are you little right now baby?”  watching as she grabs some porridge before looking at him. She nods at him slowly while taking a bite of her food. Draco smiles and puts his arm around her waist pulling her closer to him. He looks around the great hall to see almost everyone staring at them, before turning back to y/n “you know everyones staring at us right little one?” he says quietly to her causing her to look around and shrug “i don't care. I'm wifh  you daddy i'm safe” she says quietly even though there's nobody sitting near them like always, there both still cautions not wanting people to know stuff about their lives. 

When Draco hears that leave her mouth he can't help the huge smile that spreads across his face. The thought that she trusts Draco enough to let him be her caregiver and now knowing that she feels safe when she's with him, like nothing can hurt her is just the best thing ever to him. 

While he was lost in his thoughts y/n held up her spoon with some of the porridge on it. “Try dis daddy its really good” she says poking his lips with the spoon until he opens his mouth. He hums and tells her it's the best thing he's ever eaten.  She goes back to eating while draco just stares at her with nothing but love in his eyes, kissing her temple he says “i love you sweet girl”  she looks up at him smiling “i love you too daddy” she says going to kiss his cheek but he stops her causing her to pout “let me wipe your face baby you have porridge all over your face” he says laughing a little. 

Once he's done wiping her face, he taps his cheek and she kisses him instantly before going back to eating.  

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sirius complaining to remus about his boyfriend (remus) because they’re just besties like that

Stop this is so cute and silly. This is pure silly wolfstar fluff, everybody cheer;

Sirius starting the conversation with "oh my god, you'll never believe what my boyfriend did."

Remus loves when sirius does this, yes sirius is complaining about him but how can he care about that part when sirius is so cute and charming about it? Also you best believe he's taking notes.

Remus responds with "what did this guy do this time?" And listen while sirius goes on some tirade about how he left for work without a giving sirius a kiss goodbye, then didnt even put a hearts in his text messages, and then got home late and didn't immediately ravish him. So obviously he doesnt even love sirius anymore.

Remus is in full gossip mode, nodding with complete sincerity and chiming in with appropriately timed "no way"s and "he didn't"s.

And yes maybe sirius adds some embellishments to the stories, so what if his boyfriend didn't actually say "I'm far too busy for you sirius. You know I care about my job far more then I could ever care about you." It adds to the atmosphere and drives his point home.

This is usually when remus breaks character with an "I did not say/do that!" And sirius defends "well maybe not in so many words but I can tell thats what you meant."

And remus starts kissing him obviously, how could he not when sirius is scowling at him and acting all righteous?

He says between kisses "I did give you a kiss this morning, you were asleep, and I didnt want to wake you and get bitten" sirius rolls his eyes and mumbles something about only biting when its deserved.

Then he brings up the "heartless, loveless texts I received though out the day?" Remus apologises for his lacklustre texts and solemnly promises to do better.

Then sirius says "and the most unforgivable crime of all, being late and not immediately throwing me on the bed and having you way with me?" To which Remus says "can I make it up to you now? Please, sweetheart?" and he's looking at sirius with those big brown puppy eyes, so really sirius had no choice but to forgive him and fuck right there on the sofa.

Ahhh I love writing sickeningly disgustingly sweet sappy wolfstar!! Hope you like <3

[moonstruckme]

heyy can i pls request camp counsellor james smut? like in the week before the kids get there and theyre sneaking around maybe 😼 Thanks!!

Thanks for requesting!

cw: smut mdni, afab reader

a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas

camp counselor!James x fem!reader ♡ 924 words

James is in a mood.

Not a bad one, though it's not terribly convenient either. You've reminded him more than once that you only have a short window of privacy, and that's if you're lucky, but you cannot seem to impress upon him any sense of urgency.

Worse, he's trying to get you to give up yours. You've been waylaid with kisses, softened up rather deftly by laughter and strong hands, and now find yourself struggling for a sense of how long you have before the training you've both already completed lets out and someone finds you smushed together in the tall grass offside the lake.

James wriggles his fingers underneath the stretchy material of your bathing suit, and you catch your lip between your teeth. An afternoon swim was your cover story. It wasn't a very convincing one; James' friends know about you already, and everyone will soon if Sirius continues waggling his eyebrows at you both every time you speak to each other.

"Where are you?" James mumbles from your neck.

You shake your head. "Sorry. I'm just thinking, they're probably nearly done, right?"

"I'm not sure," he says, unconcern audible. "Even if they are, it'll be fine. They won't find us."

"They know we came down here, though."

James takes a moment to consider this. "If they find us," he allows, "I'll run off, and everyone will be too distracted by my nakedness to see you. You can say you were in your cabin the whole time."

It's such a silly picture, the edges of your nerves disappate again. Your lips tilt. "What a gentleman."

James' smile blooms at seeing yours. He cups your face in his hand and kisses you. It's the sweetest way of being kissed, savored like ice cream on a hot day.

You melt into the grass, pushing your palm up his chest, his shoulder. James was more undressed than you to begin with, shirtless in only his trunks, whereas you have had the top half of your bathing suit manhandled down to nearly your waist. With James' fingers now stuffed inside the bottom half, you may as well be wearing a belt.

James kisses the corner of your lips, then your jaw, making his way back down to your neck. "I missed you today."

Ordinarily, you'd make fun of him—you've been apart for only a couple of hours all day, as long as it took you to renew your lifeguard certification while James helped with training the new counselors—but right now he's earnest in a way that turns everything he touches to sweet, sticky sap. You're not immune to it. (Arguably, you're the most susceptible.)

"Me, too," you admit. Breath hitching when he draws his fingers out of you to smear wet over your clit.

James finds a place to settle in the curve of your neck, and a pace that suits you both. Your nails dig into the back of his bicep as he works you over. He sucks your skin into his mouth and takes it gently between his teeth; when his tongue soothes over the sore spot, awareness jolts your brain back to functioning.

"Do not give me a hickey."

James' mouth curves in a grin you can feel. "I think it might be too late," he says, sitting up to look you over. "You have a few."

You look down to see two already coloring marks on your chest, only one of which might be covered by your bathing suit if you pulled it up. "James," you moan into your hands, covering your face.

James laughs and kisses your knuckles lightly. "I'm sorry."

"No, you're not."

"I'm not," he agrees.

You part your fingers to glare at him, intending to make him feel the severity of your upset, but James appears too happy to be dissuaded from it. He wraps hands around your wrists to coax them down the rest of the way.

"You can give me some," he offers.

"Then they'll definitely know we're together."

"Well, Sirius is working on that either way. And if you think I'm going to let everyone think someone else did this to you—"

"James?"

You flatten yourself to the earth at the sound of a new voice, but James, with seemingly no instinct at all for secrecy, sits up curiously.

"Remus?"

"James? Oh—er, I'll stay over here, then." You shut your eyes in mortification, sparing a moment of gratitude that it's only Remus. "Just thought you ought to know that we're all out of training, and everyone's coming to the lake for a swim."

James clicks his tongue disappointedly. His manner is perfectly easygoing, though, as he extracts his fingers from inside of you, wiping them on your leg. "Thanks," he calls to Remus.

"Yeah, um….right. I can try to stall them, I suppose?"

"That'd be great, mate, thanks." You're struggling to get your arm through the strap of your bathing suit, and James lends a hand. He lowers his voice as you hear Remus leaving. "You don't have to look so embarassed. It's only Remus."

"It is embarassing!" you whine.

"Only if you make it that way." He takes your face between his hands, grinning. "You're all hot."

You want to groan and roll your eyes like a teenager. You settle for pulling up the other strap of your bathing suit. "Even Remus sounded embarassed for us."

"True. If it makes you feel better" —James kisses you sweetly— "you can both be awkward about it at dinner together."

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sweat - @wolfstarmicrofic - anon request for trans!sirius - word count: 354

“Sirius?”

Remus’s concerned voice snapped Sirius back to reality as he stood, trembling slightly, in the stiflingly hot broom closet, trying to hide from his emotions.

He was doing a piss-poor job of it, of course. “Yeah?” he called back in a faux-cheerful tone, his voice betraying him by cracking at the end. 

“Let me in?”

Giving up on avoiding this conversation, Sirius cracked open the door, allowing both his boyfriend and a gust of cool air into his space, the proximity to Remus and fresh oxygen making him shiver. The beads of sweat on his back began to slow as he focused on the task at hand. “Hey,” he mumbled uselessly, looking at the ground. “I freaked out.”

Remus chuckled, pulling the door closed behind him so they were truly alone. “I know.”

“I don’t know how to do this.” “Which part?”

“...dating. Being in love with my best friend. Not freaking out when you touch me,” Sirius whispered, eyes still cast downward.

But Remus, for some reason, seemed steady. “You do what feels right. And nothing else. You don’t want me to touch you? I won't."

That seemed cruelly simple. “But I do,” Sirius chuckled humorlessly. “Like, so bloody much. S’just,” he gestured to his chest, which was covered by both a binder and a loose t-shirt. “Dunno if you’ve noticed…s’a bit of a scary situation over here, and–”

“Pads, I’ve been living with you for years. I know what you look like. I love you, how you are now. I’m not going to touch you and bloody…run away screaming when I find something I already know’s there,” Remus replied, grinning when Sirius let out a genuine laugh. “M’not saying you have to let me do anything. M’just saying…like it or not, I know you. So…bloody accept it, alright?”

Sirius snorted again. “Alright.” But he felt substantially better. After a moment, he tentatively laid his head on Remus’s chest, smiling. “Does this mean I can use the same argument when you get all worried about how the Wolf might affect m–”

“Shut up, Sirius.”

Now both of them were smiling like idiots.

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Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibition - Remus + James/Sirius

Kinktober Day 31: Voyeurism/Exhibition - Remus xf!reader + James/Sirius 

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, dubious content, making out, james/sirius being meanies, flirting, anxiety, teasing, voyeurism, exhibition, masturbation (male), listening to sex, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), praise kink, intense orgasm, multiple orgasms, spooning sex, sucking fingers, size kink, squirting, cockwarming, nicknames, no use of y/n

A/N: Here it is, the final kinktober day!  Thank you to everyone who has read, left a comment or liked any of the chapters, I really appreciate every single one of you. Bring on next year!

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Day 29: Aftercare - The Marauders

Kinktober Day 29: Aftercare - The Marauders x f!reader

Tags: 18+ readers only,  dom/sub, bdsm, mentions of sex, overstimulated, passing out from sex, multiple orgasms, intense, praise kink, fluff, nicknames, no use of y/n

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⁀➷Repeat After Me // Mafia!Stucky x F!Reader

Summary: It wasn’t often that you had to attend a party with your boyfriends but today, you found yourself at one, filling you with anxiety and dread. How will the boys react when they find you close to a panic attack and starting to doubt their love for you?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, dom bucky, dom steve rogers, submissive reader, roughsex, multiple orgasms, creampie, spanking, subspace, overstimulation, sir kink, size difference, size kink, aftercare, masturbation (male), handjob, praise kink, anxiety attack, angst

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⁀➷ Educational decree No. 26 // Draco x Potter!Sister Reader

REQUEST: “ So…I have an imagine request for Draco, the imagine is smut if it is ok, in the end funny and a bit embarrassing. So this idea just popped into my head. I was thinking about Draco dating a girl that’s a Huflepuff. They’re doing the dirty before the class with Umbridge (I probably wrote her name wrong I have no idea). So, they are doing it, you can choose how but some sexual tension will be so good. After they do the dirty they have to hurry in order to get to class and when they get there they realize because of Umbrige that they’re wearing the wrong tie (the reader is wearing Draco’s tie and he’s wearing her tie) since they dressed up very quickly, and their hair is messy, their clothes are wrinkled some of her lipstick is still on Draco’s neck so the whole situation it’s a bit embarrassing (but of course Draco is smirking) and for a bit of drama the reader could be Ron’s or Harry’s sister. Thank you so so much, I hope you understand everything English is not my first language so yeah. Have a great day babe and thank you 🥺💕“

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Day 22: Size Difference - James/Sirius

Kinktober Day 22: Size Difference - James/Sirius x f!reader

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⁀➷ Home // Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

Summary: Nothing is as nerve-wrecking as meeting your boyfriend's parents, let alone during such a wholesome time like Christmas.

Requested by: Thank you for sending me the other message with all the specific ideas! Loved writing this fic, lots of Christmasy fluff! Thank you for the request!

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You’re convinced that the candles that flicker along the walls and ceiling throughout Hogwarts are switched in December to be scented with pumpkin and pine.

The corridors are laced with Christmasy scents, as though the warmth of the enchanted trees from the Great Hall had bled into every drafty corner. Wreaths hung over the archways, some puffing out whisps of snow when you passed beneath them, others produced mistletoe that the boys would drag you beneath at every opportunity.

For now, you’re inside the organised mess that is the Gryffindor boys’ dormitory, flush to James’ side. He’d taken over the end of the magically enlarged bed, folding jumpers into near squares that Sirius ruined every time he reached across to grab something.

“Pads,” James huffed for the fifth time, plucking the scarf Sirius had just rumpled and smoothing it out again, “stop touching her clothes.”

Sirius was sprawled across the blanket in his favourite longing position, long legs crossed at the ankles, one arm propping him up while the other reached lazily for anything within his orbit. “I’m just making sure she’s packing for all eventualities, " he said with a grin that promised mischief. “You never know when you’ll need a short skirt in the snow.”

“Or gloves,” Remus suggests mildly from his perch on the windowsill. His jumper sleeves were pushed to his elbows, mug of tea cradled between long scarred fingers. “Which you still haven’t packed.”

Your mouth opens to insist you had, only to feel Remus’ gaze flick to the half-empty trunk, and you know you were wrong. He didn't even have to get up; a small gesture toward the wardrobe was enough to have you fetching them while Sirius smirked at the domestic choreography.

When you crouched back down, James’ hand slid over yours briefly, warm and grounding. “Almost done, love. Mum’s going to spoil you rotten, you know. Sirius’ll be jealous.”

“Jealous? I thrive on it,” Sirius muses, hooking his chin over James’ shoulder and deliberately pressing his cold nose to his neck just to make him squirm. James elbows him away, grinning, but didn't break the casual touch; his other hand had already found your knee in absent affection.

The wind bit the moment you stepped outside. Snow was still falling in lazy spirals, layering the lawns in fresh white and frosting the trees. Your breath clouded in front of you, and James immediately unwound his scarf to wrap around your neck, ignoring your protests.

“It’s not even that cold-”

“It suits you better,” James says casually, tucking the ends into your coat with a gentle finality. Sirius caught the whole exchange with a raised brow and a smirk before striding ahead to kick a clump of snow at James’ boots.

Remus kept to your other side, one hand light on your lower back as you picked your way down the slushy path to the gates.

Every so often, he would angle his body to block the worst of the wind from you, though he pretended it was so he could hear you better over Sirius and James’ bickering.

At the station, steam from the train curled into the cold air, smelling faintly of oil and metal. James handled your luggage without asking, swinging it easily up the steps. You found yourself ushered into the middle of their little group, Sirius in front with that loose-limbed confidence, Remus at your back, and James practically glowing with holiday energy beside you.

They found an empty compartment halfway down the train. Sirius claimed the entire length of one bench in the space of a heartbeat, stretching his long limbs out with a dramatic sigh. 

James settled beside you on the opposite bench, arm draped over your shoulders so casually it might have been a habit, whilst Remus sat to your other side, his knee brushing yours.

Outside the frosted window, the platform bustled with students and floating trunks. 

Inside, it was warm, the cushions smelling faintly of fur and wool. James launched into excited talk about the Potter’s Christmas traditions, his mum's spiced biscuits, and the way Sirius always ended up in the snowbank at least once every holiday.

“And then Mum puts this charmed mistletoe in the doorway between the kitchen and the sitting room,” James was saying, hands moving animatedly as he messes with his hair. “Which sounds sweet, until you realise you can't get through without someone kissing you. Pads got stuck there for ten minutes last year before I saved him.”

Sirius smirked lazily from his sprawled position. “Worth it. Don’t forget about Christmas Day Quidditch. Pretty sure I won last year.”

You laughed under your breath, but James caught the subtle shake of your head. “What?” he asked.

“Nothing, it's just that I’ve never had Christmas like this before. My family doesn’t really celebrate anything at home.” You tried ot make it sound casual, but it felt strange admitting it out loud.

Remus’ expression softened, leaning into your side. “Same. The orphanage didn’t do much. A bit of tinsel if we are lucky. Usually spent the day with my nose in a book, pretending the noise was cheerful.”

Sirius lifted his head, propping it on his hand. “I didn’t celebrate either. The Black family Christmas was more shouting than hugs. The decorations were all dark green and silver and cursed to bite you if you touched them. Very festive.”

You smiled faintly, imagining it and feeling sorry for Sirius that he had such an awful upbringing.

He seemed to read your mind, because he leaned forward, catching your chin between his fingers for just a second, a smirk tugging at his mouth. “Potter’s Christmas is different, though. It's full of food, and presents, and you’ll just love Mrs Potter.”

“Euphemia, Pads,” James said automatically, reminding him for the fifteenth time today to call his mum by her first name.

“Right, sorry. Euphemia,” Sirius said, grinning like he wasn’t sorry at all, but the tips of his ears went faintly pink. “She's going to fawn over you. They both will.”

James gave your knee a gentle squeeze. “Told you, they’ll be over the moon to have you there.”

Remus’ gaze lingered on you a moment longer before he leaned back, the corner of his mouth tilting up. “You got three of us this year. That's already three times better than any Christmas you’ve had before.”

Their comforting words helped you to relax momentarily into the seat as the train began to move from the platform at Hogwarts.

Hours later, after many sweets, the countryside was already sliding past in a blur of white and grey when you realise the compartment had gone quiet.

James’ voice had faded into background warmth, Sirius was idly flicking his gaze between you and the window, and Remus had that look again. The one where he tilted his head like he was listening to something only he could hear.

“You’re fidgeting,” he said quietly to you.

You blinked down at your hands, which were indeed worrying the edge of your sleeve, “Just thinking about stuff.”

“About what?” James’ tone was light, but his arm had tightened slightly around your shoulders.

You shrugged. “Meeting your parents. Staying at your house. What if they hate me?” 

Sirius scoffs, “They’ll love you,” Sirius stated matter-of-factly, as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “I’m telling you, it's impossible not to.”

Your laugh came out thin, and Remu’s eyes softened. “You’re shaking,” he noticed, and before you could deny it, James was already sliding his hand down to lace his fingers with yours.

“You’ve got us,” James said, squeezing gently. “Always, love.”

“And maybe,” Sirius added with a slow smile, “we could prove it to you right now.”

Sirius sat up for the first time since entering the compartment and flicked his wand to the compartment door, it clicking shut and the windows turning black as ink so that you were unable to see into the corridor of the train.

James kissed your temple before pulling back just far enough to look you in the eye. “We’re not leaving your side,” he said, voice low and certain. “Not on the train, not at the Potter’s, not anywhere.”

Remus’ knees pressed against yours as he leaned forward, his big hands warm on your thighs. “Let us take care of you for a bit. Distract you.”

Your nod was barely there before James’ mouth was on yours, warm and coaxing, whilst Sirius’ hands slid to your hips, thumbs stroking over the fabric of your skirt. Remus stayed closed, his presence steady, his eyes never leaving your face.

“Up,” he said gently, and the three of them helped manoeuvre you so you were straddling James’ lap, knees pressed into the bench on either side of him.

James kept kissing you like he had all the time in the world, murmuring little praises between breaths. Sirius moved behind you, hair brushing your neck as he tugged your scarf loose, lips grazing the skin there.

“Beautiful,” he praised.

Remus’s hands slipped up your thighs, pushing your skirt until the air met the heat between your legs. One hand stayed firm on your hip while the other trailed up, knuckles brushing you through your panties until you let out a soft, startled sound.

“That’s it,” James encouraged against your lips, smiling at the way you shivered and your fingers dug into his shoulders.

Sirius’ mouth was at your ear now, teeth just grazing the lobe. “You dn’t need to think about anything except us.”

The first slide of Remus’ fingers under the thin fabric made you jolt,  your forehead dropping to James’ shoulder. He hummed in approval, lips finding the curve of your jaw, while Sirius’s hand came to rest over your collarbone, his palm warm against your racing pulse.

Remus kept his pace slow and careful, his thumb brushing over your clit until your hips started to move without thinking.

“Good girl,” he said, and you felt James’ arm tighten around your waist at the words.

It was James next who kissed your temple and coaxed your chin up, his eyes full of fondness. “Let him make you feel good,” he said softly as you melt into his hold.

When Remus finally pushed two thick fingers inside, Sirius’s hand slid to cup your jaw, turning your face enough for him to kiss you, more claiming that James had. Remus, as always, knew your body well, curling his fingers perfectly as his other hand pressed down on your clit.

Your hips rolled with the movements, taking him deeper as wetness squelched with each thrust.

“Let go for us,” Sirius's low voice demanded at your ear. Your body obeyed before your mind could catch up, the heat in your belly snapping as you clenched around Remus’ fingers.

James’ hands kept you steady, Sirius’ mouth on yours swallowed your shaky breaths, and Remus didn’t stop until every tremor eased. 

They stayed closed afterwards. James’ cheek pressed to yours, Sirius’ hand rubbing slow circles over your abdomen and Remus’ palm still warm over your hip. The touch and comfort felt like being wrapped in a warm blanket as you slumped into their hold.

The blacked-out windows cleared with a slow shimmer, sunlight flashing across your eyes. Somewhere down the carriage, the whistle blew, a long, low note that seemed to pull you back into the world, beyond the little cocoon you'd just been wrapped in.

James helped you to sit back on the bench from his lap, smoothing your skirt and tucking your fingers between his large palms.

Sirius straightened his coat, running a hand through his hair with that lazy confidence, though his eyes flicked over you in a quick once-over to make sure you were steady.

Remus reached past him to grab your bag from the rack, slinging it over his shoulder without asking.

The cold hit as soon as the compartment door opened, even on the warmed platform, nice and three-quarters.  The noise was immediate: students calling to each other, parents calling out names, trunks thumping onto the ground.

James spotted them before you did. His whole posture changed, shoulders squaring, grunt splitting wide, his free hand shooting up in a wave. “Mum! Dad!”

You saw them a moment later. Euphemia Potter, wrapped in a deep burgundy cloak, had dark hair swept up nearly under her fur-lined hood. Fleamony, moustache immaculate, eyes behind wire-rimmed spectacles. Both wore the kind of smiles that made you feel like they'd been waiting all year just for this moment.

“Oh, darling,” Euphemia gasped, and before you could react, she’d moved past the boys and was sweeping you into a hug that smelled like wool and cinnamon. She didn't just pat your back, she squeezed one hand cupping the back of your head like she'd known you forever. “James has told us so much about you.”

“Mum,” James groaned, though his eyes were sparkling.

Fleamont clasped your hand warmly in both of his, giving it a firm, reassuring squeeze. “It’s lovely to meet you finally. We’ve been looking forward to it.”

Behind you, Sirius grinned at them both, already leaning in for Euphemia’s Kiss on the cheek like it was the most natural thing in the world, like his parents were only feet away with Regulus, their backs turned and ignoring their eldest son. “Monty, Eddie, you’re still far too good-looking for parents.”

“You’re still far too cheeky,” Euphemia said, smiling fondly before turning to Remus. “And you, Remus, have you been eating properly? You’re thinner than last time. And where is your coat? You must be freezing. Fleamont, give him your jacket.”

Remus endured her fussing with a faint smile, glancing at you in a way that said, see?

James’ hand grounded yours again, fingers curling tight. “Told you, " he whispered low enough for only you to hear. “You're part of this now.” 

As the Potters gathered everyone’s bags and started shepherding you toward the exit waiting at the end of the platform, you caught yourself exhaling. The nervous flutter in your chest had eased, replaced by a slow warmth that had nothing to do with the scarf still wrapped snugly around your neck.

Euphemia led you all through the bustle, her hand resting lightly on your shoulder as if to tether you in place.

Instead of heading for a carriage, she steered everyone toward a side corridor that led to a small brick-walled antechamber. Quester, save for the occasional whoosh of emerald flame. A single wrought-iron grate housed a crackling fire at its centre, though the flames didn't seem to burn the hearth.

“Floo’s quicker than taking the carriage all the way back home,” Fleamont explained, setting down one of the trunks with an easy motion. “And warmer.”

James was already stepping forward, eyes bright. “I’ll go first, to meet you in the parlour.”

He took a pinch of glittering Floo powder from the jar mounted on the wall, tossing it into the flames. They roared green instantly, casting his face in strange light. “Potter Manor!” he called, voice clear and confident, before stepping into the fire and vanishing in a whirl of sparks.

Sirius was next, of course, smirking at you as he passed. “Don’t be nervous. Landing is the tricky part, and I’ll be there to catch you,” he winked and disappeared into the flames.

Remus stayed with you, his palm rushing over the small of your back. “Want me to go ahead, or come after?”

You hesitated, glancing between James’ parents' encouraging smile and the swirling green fire. “With me,” you decided.

“Alright,” his voice was steady, the warmth of his hand anchoring you as Euphemia passed you a pinch of Floo powder. Together, you stepped up to the grate, the heat licking at your shins without burning.

“Potter Manor,” you said, trying ot kepe your voice from wavering.

The world spun the second your foot touched the hearth, a wish of wind, the taste of ash, blurred glimpses of other fireplaces whirling past. Then your body landed in the arms of Sirius as you both stumbled forward onto a thick rug, the faint scent of orange and lavender filling your nose.

“Perfect landing,” Sirius mused as he loosened his hold of you.

The living space was warm in a way that went beyond the fire in the grate, deep amber wallpaper patterned with gold, overstuffed armchairs positioned around a coffee table already stacked tall with shortbread biscuits.

James was already sprawled in one of the armchairs, legs over the armrest, while Remus dusted soot from his sleeves. Mr and Mrs Potter appeared behind you, brushing off your shoulders with the kind of gentle fussing that made your throat tighten unexpectedly. 

“Welcome home,” she said simply, and something in your chest went soft at the words.

You’re quickly given a tour as warmth seemed to follow you in every direction, your boots sinking into thick rugs pattered in rich colours. The walls were lined with framed wizarding photographs, all moving, all full of smiling Potters. 

Fleamont paused now and then to gesture toward a picture, telling a quick story about James as a baby or Sirius’s first Christmas at the Potters. 

You didn't notice you'd slowed until James’ hand slipped into yours, tugging you gently onward. “Come on. You've got to see the kitchen.”

The kitchen was, predictably, the heart of the house. A big oak table sat under a wide window overlooking a snowy back garden, every surface laden with something: a plate of cookies, a steaming pot of spiced cider, a load of bread cooling on the counter.

Euphemia was already bustling toward the stone. “Sit, sit. You must be starving after the train.”

Before you could protest, James had guided you into a chair and Siius had dropped into the one beside you, knees brushing yours. Remus took the seat across, the corner of his mouth lifting when Euphemia pressed a mug of cider into your hands.

“Better?” he asked quietly.

You nodded, curling your fingers around the heat. “Better.”

The conversation flowed easily. Felamont teasing Sirius about “stealing” their son’s best broom, James animatedly explaining the elaborate snowball fight rules the Marauders had invented last Christmas, Remus occasionally chiming in with a dry comment that made Euphemia laugh.

You found yourself relaxing into it, the knot of anxiety loosening with each gentle glance from the boys.

Sirius leaned over at one point, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Told you they'd spoil you.”

Later, Euphemia insisted on showing you the guest room, though the term guest didn't feel quite accurate. The bed was enormous, layered in soft quilts, a small armchair sat by the window, and a wave of fresh winter flowers brightened the dresser.

“Made sure it was warm,” she said, adjusting a pillow before turning to you. “And if you need anything, anything at all, you only have to ask, darling.”

It was on the tip of your tongue to say you weren’t used ot people being so attentive. But the words stuck, and instead you just managed a soft, “thank you.”

Back in the hall, James slipped an arm around your waist. “You alright?”

You leaned into him instinctively. “Yeah. Just not used to all of this.”

“Just means you're going to enjoy it even more,” Sirius says from behind you, his voice softer than usual. 

The rest of the afternoon blurred into warm, domestic chaos. Sirius was raiding the biscuits until Euphemia swatted him with a tea towel, and Remus settled on the sofa with a book. At the same time, James sprawled across both your laps, Fleamont charming logs into the fireplace until the whole room glowed. 

You drifted between them all, always touching one of them, James' hand in yours, Sirius' leg bumping yours, Remus’ arm draped along the back of the sofa.

By the time the sky outside had gone indigo and the fire was burning low, you were curled between James and Remus under a thick blanket, half-listening to Sirius recount a wildly exaggerated story about a Quidditch match.  

It was James who sat up first, eyes catching on the frost flittering in the garden. “We should go flying,” he said suddenly, a boyish excitement in his voice.

Sirius perks up immediately. “Finally. I thought you'd never suggest it.”

Remus’ brows lifted. “You're both going to freeze.”

“Worth it,” Sirius said with a grin.

James’ gaze flicked to you, the excitement dimming just a touch. “We won't be long. You sure you’ll be alright?”

Before you could answer, Remus shifted closer, his arm sliding comfortably around your shoulders. “I’ll keep her company,” he said easily. “Go freeze your ears off.”

James bent to kiss your temple, Sirius ruffling your hair on his way past. “DOn’t get too cosy without us,” he said, though there was more donfness than tease in his tone.

And just like that, the front door banged shut behind them, leaving the quiet hum of the fire and Remus’ steady presence beside you.

The manor was noticeably different with James and Sirius outside. Remus hadn’t moved far from where you were curled on the sofa. He’d tucked his ankle over his knee, book balanced in his lap, thought his attention flicked ot you far more than the page. You could feel his haze even when you weren’t looking.

“You’re doing well,” he said eventually.

You turned to him, “What do you mean?”

“I mean. You’re here. You're letting other people look after you. That's not nothing, I’m proud of you.”

Before you could answer, the kitchen doorway filled with Mrs Potter's familiar figure. “Thought I heard voices. Remus, Love, will you be terribly cross if I steal her for a moment?”

Remus shut the book with a soft thump. “Not if you bring her back.”

You followed her into the kitchen, the air immediately richer with the scent of steeping tea and something sweet baking in the oven. She motioned for you to sit at the table, her chair angled toward yours so you weren't sitting stiff across from each other.

“James tells me you’re not much for Christmas,” she said as she poured the two of you a drink.

You hesitated, fingers curling around the edge of your sleeves. “Not at home, no. It’s never really been happy,” you said uncertainly, trying to find the right words.

Euphemia slid a mug toward you and sovered your hand with hers. “Well, this year, it will be. That's a promise.”

It shouldn't have made your throat tighten, but it did. The steam from the tea curled between you, carrying the faint scent of cloves.

“You've got three boys here who think the world of you,” she went on, her tone warm but certain. “And I'm inclined to agree with them. So whatever you're used to, leave it at the door. This is your home as long as you want it.”

You managed a smile, though your chest ached in that unfamiliar way that comes when kindness catches you off guard. “Thank you.”

She patted your hand once before releasing it, just as the back door opened with a gust of cold air sweeping in.

James and Sirius tumbled in, cheeks flushed and hair dusted with snow, arguing about who’d pulled off the better dive. Sirius was already peeling off his gloves and reaching for a cookie, while James leaned down to kiss the top of your head as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

“See? Didn’t get too cosy without us,” Sirius grinning, cheeks filled with cookie.

Remus appeared in the doorway, one brow arched. “That depends on how you define cosy.”

~~~~~

The manor was quiet in the deep hours of the night. The heavy silence was broken only by the occasional groan of the old creak of the building in the wind.

Your room, warm under Euphemia’s layered quilts, had begun to smell faintly of the soap you’d use in your evening bath, and your body was sinking toward sleep when the door creaked open.

You didn’t need to look to know who it was.

Sirius slipped inside, shutting the door with deliberate care. His hair was loose, falling into his handsome face, and he was wearing only a soft, worn jumper and pyjama bottoms.

He grinned when your head lifted from the pillow. “Miss me?” he whispered.

“You saw me an hour ago," you responded, voice thick with tiredness, though the warmth in your chest was already excited.

He padded across the rug in bare feet, not even pretending to hesitate before sliding under the covers. The bed dips, quilts shifting as his arm wrapped around your middle, pulling you in until your nose was pressed to his warm chest.

“The hour was too long,” he said simply, kissing the top of your head.

It started with little things, his thumb stroking the curve of your hip through the fabric of your nightshirt, his lips brushing your hairline. You curled into him without thinking, knees knocking his, your cheek pressed against the steady beat of his heart.

When his mouth found yours, it was unhurried, tasting faintly of toothpaste and the cocoa you’d all shared earlier. Sirius kissed you as if he had no intention of stopping. Slow, coiling drags of his soft lips that melted into each other, broken only by the quiet hums you both made when you shifted closer.

“I’m gonna kiss you all night, you taste so good,” he whispered against your mouth before kissing you deeply once more.

You smile into the touch, letting his hand slide lower over your thigh, squeezing just enough to make your breath hitch.

The door creaked again.

Sirius didn’t glance up; he just grinned into the kiss as Remus slipped inside, shutting the door behind him.

“Couldn’t resist, could you?" Sirius teased.

Remus didn't answer. He only shook his head with a faint smile and crossed to the bed, climbing on your other side. His body was warm from the shower, his hair still slightly damp as he pressed in, his long arm snaking over both you and Sirius.

“Thought I was just keeping an eye on her,” Remus explained, mouth brushing your temple. “But then I missed both of you.”

The three of you lay tangled for a long moment, your body cradled between theirs, Sirius’ fingers tracing lazy shapes over your hip while Remus’ hand slides along your thigh under the blanket. You could feel the heat of them through the thin cotton of your nightshirt, their quiet breathing syncing with yours.

Another creek.

Sirius huffed a laugh before the door even opened fully.

James leaned in the doorway, hair mussed from sleep, wearing that familiar expression of long-suffering fondness. “I should’ve known you two couldn’t stay away.”

“Join us then,” Sirius said easily, like it was inevitable.

James sighted, more for show than anything, and padded over, climbing in beside Sirius so the four of you were pressed together in a warm, breathing knot. 

It began almost by accident, a kiss between you and Sirius deepening, your leg slipping over his hip. Remus’ hand followed the movement, smoothing up the inside of your thigh with a gentleness that made your pulse race. James shifted closer, his fingers brushing your jaw as he kissed you over Sirius’ shoulder, his lips sweet and slow.

The blankets became a cocoon, holding in the heat as bodies shifted. Sirius’ mouth left yours to trail down your neck, the scrape of his teeth softened by a kiss. Remus’ fingers slipped under your nightshirt, spreading over your stomach before easing lower, his palm cupping you with gentleness.

James’ hand was in Sirius’ hair now, pulling him into a kiss that you felt more than saw. Sirius made a low sound, his hand finding James’ hip under the covers, their bodies pressing together as they kissed. 

You turned into Remus’ chest with a quiet gasp when his fingers slid beneath your panties, stroking in slow circles. He kissed the top of your head, “Easy, love. We’ve got you.”

The pace stayed unhurried, Sirius’ mouth finding yours again, James kissing along your shoulder, Remus working you open with careful, deliverable motions. When you moaned, Sirius swallowed it with a grin, his hand drifting down to cover Remus, guiding him in deeper.

The three of them moved around you like you’re all in sync. Each touch and kiss flows into the next.

James’s lips met Remus's over your head, Sirius's hand stroking along James’s thigh, your fingers curling into Sirius’s jumper. 

When you came, quiet and trembling between them, they kept you close, lips brushing whatever skin they could reach, their hands smoothing over you.

You lay tangled in their warmth, the brady rhythm of three heartbeats surrounding you, the quiet weight of their limbs draped over yours.

Outside, the winter wind rattled against the windows, but here, in this bed, in this house, you’re in a safety cocoon. 

You’d never been more thankful for your lovers before; of this new family you’d found and welcomed you in with open arms. You were theirs and they were yours.

[myfictionaldreams]

Heyyyyyyyyy! I’ve recently become obsessed with your blog! I was wondering if for the 15k celebration you could write poly!marauders with free use and lots of dirty talk? 💖💖💖

⁀➷ Busy Day

✧ Pairing | Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

✧ A/N | heyyyy, welcome to my mess of a blog! Thank you for joining & sending this request, I hope you like it!

✧ Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, dom/sub, free use, dirty talk, oral (f and receiving), public sex/oral, size kink, teasing, after care

✧ Words: 1.5k

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It’s not the discomfort of being damp between your legs that wakes you first; it’s that you’re audibly moaning that has your eyes opening.

It wasn’t unusual, not when you’d fallen asleep pressed firmly between James and Sirius, with Remus pressed up against the latter with his hand reaching over and resting on your waist.

But this morning? The sensation was unbearable, your body already aching with need.

You whimpered again, hoping one of them would stir, and thankfully, it’s Sirius who blinks awake first.

“Oh, what’s this then?” he says, voice low from just waking as he slips his hand under the covers where you’re rubbing your thighs together. His long fingers slip between your legs, finding the wet evidence of your arousal, “Greedy little thing, are you? Waking up needing cock.”

Your breath catches as he runs the tips of his fingers through your soaked lower lips, teasing. Remus groaned from behind him, “We’ve got class soon.”

“Don’t care,” Sirius says firmly, his mouth exploring your throat. “She’s fucking soaked, she needs me.”

James was now shifting, trying to wake himself up by yawning into your chest. “We can’t fuck her properly, or she won’t walk today, Padfoot.”

You mewled, needy and flushed, your fingers slipping beneath the covers to join Sirius’, pressing against your clit in urgent need as their words made it seem like they weren’t going to look after you.

“Please, anything, I need something.”

Remus leans over Sirius, kissing your temple, vice still heavy with sleep but firm. “You can have what you need, but you have to wait for it. Be patient, love. We’ll use you all day, promise.”

You nodded fast, hips twitching at his promise. “Yes, sir.”

CHARMS

Sirius was chewing gum and looking smug as ever. You knew why as he’d dragged you to the back of the classroom before anyone arrived, shoved your skirt up and instructed, “No knickers today. Don’t even think about covering up.”

Now you were squirming in your seat, feeling entirely exposed with your panties tucked firmly into Sirius’s backpack.

Ten minutes into class, your body nearly flew from the seat, breath hitching as Sirius disappeared from your side and slid beneath the desk. His firm hands wrapped around your thighs, spreading you open and pulling your arse to the edge of your seat. 

You felt his tongue immediately, warm and greedy, flicking fast over your still-soaked clit. You tried to clamp your thighs together, pulse thingering, hands gripping the edge of the desk as you looked around, panicked. 

James caught your eye, smiling across the room. “Professor?” he called out louder than usual, “Could you explain that last bit again? I think we’re all confused.”

There was no confusion in his gaze, just heat and the need to distract the class as you’re being pleasured.

Meanwhile, Sirius Black was devouring you, sloppy and ruthless, clearly trying to get you to cry out. He loved it, knowing you had to stay silent, even as your whole body felt like it was going to implode with the tightness coiling in your abdomen.

You came with a full body shake, eyes glassy as Sirius finally emerged, straightening his Gryffindor tie, wiping the edge of his mouth with his thumb and looking completely satisfied with himself.

CORRIDOR ALCOVE

Remus had waited until just after the morning bell. He backed you into a shadowed corner, one hand over your mouth, the other pushing the edge of your skirt up.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” he admitted hungrily. “Thinking about how tight you’ll be, and how full you’ll feel with me inside you.”

Remus pressed against your back, where you could feel the evidence of how he felt, pressing into your spine. He was already throbbing and so fucking huge.

You moaned beneath his hand as he manoeuvred the two of you, pulling his erection from the confines of his trousers. It always took a minute of trying to find the correct position as you bent over, leaning your face against the stone as Remus lowered his height, so that he could even get his dick in. 

The actual penetration was painfully slow and always so deep. Remus was always careful, though, even when he was rough, as he knew your body better than anyone. He knew exactly how to stretch you to your limit.

The head slipped in, aided by spit and the wetness of your earlier pleasure by Sirius. “You’re queezing me so tight, pup,” Remus grunted into your ear, keeping his voice below a whisper, having been in such a public place. Remus pushed deeper and deeper. “You love being filled up, don't you?”

You nod wildly, mouth still covered with his hand as tears form in your lashes from the welcomed stretch of his cock.

“Good girl.”

Those words had you tightening further as he bottomed out, holding your hip still with his other hand, giving you time to adjust to the intrusion.

Remus then set a brutal pace, keeping your body completely still, widening your legs with a kick of his feet, so make sure you were comfortable.

Class was due to start soon after, so Remus didn’t have time for teasing as his fingers pinched and pressed against your clit until you’re throbbing internally, orgasming around his dick.

“That’s it, you’re going to take every drop, understand?” he groans as he cums inside your cunt, his seed hot inside your belly as his hips still.

Later, you were waddling down the corridor, legs trembling, cum slipping down your thighs, and the smug glances from your boyfriends didn’t help.

“Come on, darling, walk properly. People will start to think you’ve been fucked,” Sirius teased whilst poking the tip of your nose.

James just offered his arm with a soft smile. “Need help, love? Maybe a walk in the grounds might help to clear your head.”

QUIDDITCH PITCH

James had practised an hour earlier, and you followed with him the entire way to the pitch, ignoring the discomfort between your legs. As you leaned up onto the tip of your toes to kiss him goodbye, he caught your wrist. 

“Wait,” he said, pulling you into the changing rooms bathroom, eyes soft and needy. “Can I have some luck first?”

You already knew what he meant. Kneeling came easily as he placed his jumper on the floor to keep your knees clean. Your hands stroked his thighs before caressing over the visible bulge that throbbed under your touch.

With nifty fingers, you unzipped his trousers and teased in, gripping him firmly before taking him into your mouth. James gasped, mouth remaining open as his hands cupped your cheeks.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he rocked gently, never forcing. “You’re so good to me. Always so good. My perfect girl.”

The praise made you hum, swallowing him further until you’re gagging with him stroking the back of your throat. You always loved sucking off James, the little whimpers and praises constantly stroked that submissive part of your brain, making you feel content and happy.

“Merlin, I love your mouth, always takes me so well, that’s it, take my cock, my love,” he groans and then bites his lip to stop himself being so loud.

Your eyes never leave his as you continue to use your tongue underneath the sensitive head, sucking him deeper as your fingers massage his balls.

He came with a gasp of your na,e, eyes bright beneath his glasses, and leaned down to kiss your forehead after, tucking himself back in with a blissed-out grin.

“That’s my girl.”

GRYFFINDOR DORM

You were barely awake, dozing in the centre of the bed as Remus read, James hummed under his breath, and Sirius was drawing something crude on the side of your thigh with his wand tip.

And yet, you were still horny.

Remus noticed first, always noticing everything about you.

“She’s wiggling.”

“I think she’s trying to hump the sheets, “ Sirius mused.

“Are you still needy, love?” James cooed, moving closer to brush his hand over your bare hip.

You nodded sleepily, peeking up at them through one eye, face flushed with need.

They were gentle this time, seeing how soft and pliant you were on the bed.

James knelt between your thighs, cock pushing in slowly as Sirius kissed your lips and whispered praises. Remus sat behind you, holding your body up with his fingers circling your clit in time with James’ movements.

“You’re our good girl,” Remus praises, causing you to groan deeply, resting your head back again against his shoulders. “Let us take care of you.” 

“Look how well she takes it,” Sirius groaned into your ear. “You were made for this.”

James had cradled your face. “you’re perfect, just look at you. So full of me, so fucking beautiful.”

You came with a broken cry, buried into James’s chest as Remus bit gently into your shoulder and Sirius massaged your thigh, holding it in place.

James came deep inside you, his cum mixing with what remains of Remus’s to the point it was starting to pool on the bed.

And yet, they knew you’d had enough and didn’t push for you to take more. They cleaned you up with such care that you were worried you would cry from the heightened emotions of such a lust-filled day. Wrapped in blankets with reassuring kisses to every part of your face, you held onto the three of them as you slipped into a peaceful sleep.

[myfictionaldreams]

hi love 🫶🏻🫶🏻

would love to celebrate 15k with you !! (congrats btw, VERY deserved !!) honestly cannot decide between sirius/remus/james, so feel free to do any or all or any combo tbh.

i would love if u wrote super dom/sub dynamics (with a sub reader) and maybe some sort of degradation where even if reader is trying really hard to follow instruction, the boy(s) just aren't having it--nothing is good enough, they are going to be MEAN and it just makes reader more flustered.

if ur not up to writing, don't worry !! love all of your stuff, i'm sure i'll be content to read just about anything from your celebration.

congrats again !!

⁀➷ Be Mean To Me

✧ Pairing | Poly!Marauders x F!Reader

✧ A/N | honey thank you so so much for the request and support! I'm not usually into degrading so I did have some praise twists in there but I hope you loved it! I did kinda love some of it so maybe I need to include more of that in the future haha xx

✧ Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, hard/mean doms!marauders, dom/sub, degradation (sexual and verbal), oral (m and f receiving), humiliation kink, name-calling, overstimulation, crying, orgasm denial, restraints, safe word use, aftercare, praise kink

✧ Words: 937

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They’ve never spoken to you like this before.

And truth be told, you’d begged them for it.

You were usually their good girl. Their perfect little pup. Praise poured from them like honey whenever they touched you.

James liked to tell you how sweet you were when you came just from his mouth. Remus always praises how smart you were for opening so wide, taking him so deep. Sirius worshipped your body like it was carved from him, told you so, constantly. 

You loved the praise, needed it.

But lately, you wanted to try something else.

You’d asked nervously, cheeks burning to the touch, for more. For something darker and cruel. “Just this one, be mean to me,” you’d whispered, avoiding eye contact.

They'd hesitated. James was horrified at the thought of making you cry. Remus was careful, calculating, and Sirius was. Well, he looked intrigued, but even he gritted out, “Not unless we have a safe way of stopping.” 

So, you all discussed the traffic light safe word system. Green means all is good. Yellow means pause, close to the limit. Red means stop.

Tonight, you gave them the green light, and they’ve taken it.

You’re spread out on their magically enlarged bed, wrists tied in Sirus’s school tie to the headboard.

You’re soaked and utterly wrecked. Blinking up at them through tea-brimmed eyes, lips swollen from begging.

They hadn’t let you cum, even once.

Sirius crouches at the edge of the bed, mouth at your ear, his hair tickling your cheek, voice dripping venomous silk. “So fucking needy. Look at you. Can’t even follow simple instructions, can you?”

“I-I’m trying-”

“Did we ask if you were trying?” Remus snaps from between your thighs. His voice is sharp, low and cold. It cuts you in half. “We told you not to squirm. We told you not to whine.”

You let out a soft, hiccuping sob. “I-I didn’t mean-”

“Shh,” James taunts from above, thumb swiping across your cheek. “You never mean to be a brat, do you, sweetheart? But here you are. Moaning like a filthy little whore who wants to be punished.”

Sirius grabs your face firmly, but not enough to hurt. “Bet you like this. Being used. Being nothing more than a dumb hole, stuffed full of cock and spit. Just here to be ruined, isn’t that right?”

Your lip trembles, your thighs tremble harder around Remus’ face. He slaps the inside of one, not hard, but enough to burn and you to spread them further.

“Answer him,” Remus growls. “You wanted us to mean, didn’t you? So take it.”

“Yes,” you whimper. “Yes. Please. I-i can take it.”

James laughs condescendingly. “No, you can’t. You can't even keep your hips still. That's pathetic, sweetheart.” 

And it hits harder than you thought it would.

Because you're trying, you are. You want to be their good girl, you do. But nothing is good enough tonight.

You beg prettily, and they call you desperate. You follow orders, and they twist them. You cry, and it earns a dark chuckle from Sirius as he fists your hair and shoves his cock deeper into your throat, taunting, “Finally, something useful from that mouth.”

You gag and sob. You shudder so hard your calves cramp. You can't stop crying, can't stop twitching, can't stop needing them to praise you, even just a little bit.

Remus slaps your clit, not harshly, but he watches your reaction with clinical interest. “Too much?”

You shake your head. But your chest is tight, your breath is hiccuping, and your vision is blurry. You don't know if it's from crying or from overload or from how awful it feels to be called stupid when you want so badly to be good.

Sirius slows. His cock slips from your lips. James looks down at you, something flickering in his gaze.

Remus stops entirely.

You blink up at them. They wait, knowing what words are going to spill from your mouth.

The world spins.

“R-red.”

And then they move, all of them, immediately.

Remus is up first, trying your wrist with practised hands, gently and firmly. “There you go, love. You did so well, so good.”

James is cradling your face, wiping away the tears, “That's it, my sweet girl. All done. We’ve got you now.”

Sirius presses his forehead to yours, breath shaky. “You say the word, and everything has stopped. You did perfectly for us, pup.”

You hiccup a sob, crawling instinctively into the closest lap, which was Sirius, as he wraps his arms around you so tightly, pressing kisses into your hair.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, feeling like you've done something wrong.

“No.” Remus firmly states. “You don't apologise. You did exactly what you were supposed to.”

"You took everything until your limit. And then you told us your limit. You were perfect,” James encourages with gentle strokes of his fingers down your spine.

“I love you and I'm so proud of you,” Sirius says against your temple, kissing it.

They move you gently, slowly, into the middle of the bed. Wrap you in soft robes. James gets water, Remus gets chocolate, and Sirius massages your wrists. You curl up between them, warm and safe. You feel the pressure lift, the ache dim.

Later, when you're tucked beneath the covers, cheeks wet but a smile peeking through, James whispers, “Next time, if we get to do that again, we’ll take even better care of you, love.”

You nod against his chest. Because even if you fell apart, there were some parts of it that you enjoyed, maybe next time you’d be more prepared.

[moonstruckme]

hi!! 💖 could i please request some popular outgoing sirius x introverted shy/awkward reader. thank you!!

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

a/n: Please do not misconstrue my participation in the marauders fandom as support of JKR. If you’re new here and want to participate in the fandom, I encourage you to do so without participating in anything that would provide financial gain to her or her transphobic agendas

Sirius Black x shy!reader ♡ 445 words

It's a sunny, balmy day in the midst of an English heat wave when Lily decides, "We should make a friend with a boat."

"We should make a friend with a pool," says Marlene. Laying on her stomach on the grass, she turns her head to glare at James and Sirius. "Why don't you have a pool?"

James blinks. "Sorry. How is that our responsibility?"

"You're rich."

"All the space that the Potters could have used for a pool went to the quidditch pitch," Remus reminds them.

Sirius, intentionally missing Remus' disdainful tone, nods. "As it should."

"We could find a pool," says James.

Lily frowns. "It seems like you have to always pay to get into one anymore."

"Well, that's not strictly true, is it?" Sirius bumps your shoulder, grinning with conspiratorial pride.

You shrink as the attention of the group settles collectively on you.

"Tell us about that spot you found." Sirius hesitates. "Uh, unless it was meant to be a secret."

You cringe. "Well, no—"

"Shit. Sorry, gorgeous."

"It's fine." Heat prickles in your face, but you force yourself to speak loud enough that they can hear you. "I've been swimming at the hotel lately. It doesn't seem like they check if you're a guest or not."

"No way." James looks gobsmacked. Behind him, Marlene's brows raise from behind her sunglasses. "That's genius."

"Should we go tomorrow?" asks Lily.

While the rest of the group hatches a plan to infiltrate the pool (which you aren't so confident will work with a large group—the main reason why you were keeping it under wraps), Sirius squeezes your hand encouragingly. You try to supress the smile that takes you, feeling the lingering impressions of eyes on you still, but Sirius catches it.

A kiss lands on your head. You turn to him, eyes blinking wide, but he only grins and does it again.

The heat of the day just keeps getting worse, for you.

"What?" Sirius laughs at you. "You can't expect me to stop if you're going to keep looking so scandalized."

"You just surprised me."

"Well, you shouldn't be surprised." He takes your chin in hand, angling you for a bone-meltingly soft kiss to your lips. "You're stunning, and I'm not made of stone."

You drop your forehead to his shoulder, burning. Sirius' laughter rumbles through him. He palms the back of your head and pulls you closer like he's shielding you.

"I'm just spreading the gospel of your brilliance," he murmurs close to your ear. "Don't know if you heard, but everyone agrees you're a genius now. You ought to be thanking me."

"Shut up."

"Yeah, not likely."