Hi lovely! Can I have wolfstar (or either of the two boys, it’s up to you) with reader who is just not having the best time, but doesn’t like being comforted/taken care of (even though she rlly needs it once in a while) because she doesn’t like the feeling of not being totally independent if that makes sense-? Like, she feels if she gets help then that means she can’t manage stuff on her own, and she wants to be able to manage stuff on her own. But at the same time she needs comfort rn yk?
I swear the way you write wolfstar has me kicking my feet every time. I fucking love your writing! Bye bye and thank you 👋
Thank you for your request lovely! I adore them <3
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
Coming home and taking off your coat doesn’t hold the same relief as it used to lately. The weight of the day stays with you, coiled up around your ribcage like a snake that squeezes incrementally tighter every time you think of it. Still, it’s nice to come home to the smell of basil and the sound of Remus’ music playing from the kitchen.
You set your bag down, going to find your boyfriends but spotting a plate of brownies on the table. You slow looking at it, and Sirius meets you halfway. He kisses you hello and wraps you up in a hug.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” he murmurs conspiratorially. “Remus’ knee is hurting him, but he won’t say and he won’t get out of the kitchen. I need you to divert him.” You hum your assent, and he chuckles at your distraction, kissing beside your ear. “How was your day, beautiful?”
“Fine,” you say. “Are those brownies?”
“Yeah, Rem made them. The kind with the dark chocolate you like. Now, a real answer, please. How was your day?”
“Oh, it was…it was okay.”
Your voice sounds hesitant and melancholy even to your own ears. Sirius coos, hugging you tighter. He strokes up and down your spine, encouraging you to relax into him. “M’sorry, lovebug.”
You shrug him off when he starts to sway you gently, shoving down on the emotion that rises in your throat.
“Don’t be sorry,” you say, offering him a little smile. “It was fine.”
Still, Sirius looks sad. “Okay,” he says. “Why don’t you go put on something more comfortable, and I’ll make sure our lovely boy is ready for you when you come back.”
You huff a laugh. “Is that code?”
He grins wickedly. “It is if you want it to be, gorgeous. Go on.” He turns you by the shoulders towards your bedroom, giving you a pat to your bum. “Go. Remus,” he calls towards the kitchen, “our angel just told me she really wants a cuddle from you. Sounds like you should join her on the couch.”
It surprises you when Remus actually is waiting for you when you get back. He’s stretching his knee out, foot propped on the coffee table, but he smiles when he sees you.
“Hi,” you say, your own lips tilting as you sit beside him. “Did you make me brownies?”
“Well, I’d like to have at least one.” He takes your face in hand, kissing you with a grin on his lips. “But they’re mostly for you, yeah.”
“That was sweet of you.” You take his hand in yours. The pads of your fingers rove the lines of his palm. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he says simply. His gaze is warm as he watches you, so knowing you have to look away.
“Did you leave Sirius in the kitchen?” He nods. “What’s he making?”
“Pasta for dinner. It’s nearly done.”
“I should help.” You start to get up, but Remus holds onto your hand.
“He’s got it, sweetheart. I wouldn’t normally trust him in the kitchen, but even Sirius can boil water.”
“I know, but—” You extricate your hand from his gently, making it up with a smile. “—you’ve been doing stuff in there all day. It’s my turn to help.”
Remus calls after you. Sirius must hear, because he apprehends you as soon as you enter the kitchen, keeping you from going further.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Stop,” you laugh, pushing against his hands. “I want to help.”
“No one has any faith in me,” Sirius complains. “Remus has already done the hard work of chopping the basil and everything. I’m perfectly capable of boiling water.”
“That’s what I told her,” Remus defends himself from the living room.
You look behind Sirius for something that needs doing, but the collection of prepared ingredients gives you pause. You know this recipe. It’s your favorite pasta, your comfort food.
“Why am I cursed with beautiful, stubborn partners who won’t have a rest when they need one?” Sirius laments. Now that you’ve stopped resisting, he’s able to bully you out of the kitchen, back towards the living room.
“My knee doesn’t hurt,” you argue.
He levels you with a look. “No. But that’s not the only thing that could cause someone to need a rest, is it?”
You frown at him. The snake in your ribcage gives a malicious squeeze. “I’m fine. I don’t need to be coddled.”
Sirius’ expression softens. “Sweetheart…”
“No one is coddling you, lovely,” says Remus. “You’re going through a lot right now, and maybe you are fine, but it’s okay if you’re not, isn’t it?” He gives you a significant look. You press your lips together. “Either way, we only want to make things easier for you.”
“I appreciate it,” you say, voice growing softer, “but I don’t need you to. I can manage it myself.”
“Hey, who said you couldn’t?” Sirius asks. His eyebrows are bunched together, imploring. “You are managing it, gorgeous, and you’re doing a killer job. Really, it’s impressive, but we—”
“We can still be there for you at the same time,” Remus finishes.
You waver. Some of the playfulness comes back to Sirius’ expression. He cocks a brow at you.
“So,” he drawls, “if you can handle all that by your lonesome, I don’t want to hear any more complaints about me boiling water without supervision. Got it?”
You crack a grin. He mirrors it, giving you a shove so that you fall back onto the couch.
“Good,” he says, turning around and starting back for the kitchen. “Take a rest, you freaks. Let me handle dinner for once.”
“There’s a reason that doesn’t happen often,” Remus murmurs, drawing you into his side. He presses a kiss, soft and warm, to the bridge of your nose. “Are you going to be okay if your favorite pasta is al dente, lovely?”
You laugh quietly, and he smiles for hearing it. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.”
“Good. Because I’m afraid it’s all but guaranteed.”
Hey! Could you please do a young Remus lupin smut?
pairing: young!remus lupin x reader
warning(s): 18+, thigh riding, semi public
a/n: i could really write about remus forever. enjoy!
“Re, c’mon, it’s getting late,” you whined to your boyfriend, who was instant on staying for as long as humanly possible in the library. Sure, exams were coming up, and sure, Madam Pince had allowed the both of you to stay after hours because you were great students, but you were bored. You had both gone over everything so many times that you could recite the pages from memory.
“One more page,” he said, and you could hear the annoyance in his tone. Now that just wouldn’t do.
“But Remus, I’m bored,” you continued whining, overexaggerating the high pitch in your voice.
Finally he looked up with a sigh and leaned back in his chair. “And what do you suggest we do?” He asked, clearly in no mood to listen to you whine for much longer.
You looked around subtly and then eyed him. “Well, no one’s here…” you said suggestively.
He raised a brow in your direction and a small smirk began to grow on his face. “Is that what you wanted this whole time?” He asked, rather smug with himself.
“A bit of fun would be nice,” you replied, getting up from your chair and rounding the table to his side.
“Oh, is my sweet girl upset because I’m not fun anymore?” He teased, pulling you down to straddle one of his thick thighs. The harsh contact on your core alone made you whimper and grind down, your hands coming up to grip his strong shoulders. “Well, it looks to me like you’re having plenty of fun, so if you’ll just allow me,” he said with a cool arrogance in his voice, moving his body so he could once again look down at the parchment splayed across the table.
“You’re joking,” you said indignantly, your mouth falling open as you looked at him.
“No, not joking,” he replied, the twinkle in his eyes letting you know he was indeed quite serious about this. “If you can manage to get yourself off by the time I’m done, I might just give you what you really want,” he challenged.
“Fine,” you replied with a huff, taking the bait. It was better than studying even if you wouldn’t have his undivided attention.
You started slowly, dragging your core along his thigh until you found the position that made the pressure on your clit send a rush of arousal through your body so strong it made your toes curl. You tried your best to keep your volume down, feeling like it would be far too obvious in such a quiet space but you were extreme in the way your body moved against his. With every roll of your hips, you made sure your own thigh brushed up against the growing bulge in his pants and your chest pressed closely against his so he could feel how hard your nipples were.
You snuck a glance over at him and that’s when you knew that, despite his best effort to prove otherwise, his full attention was on you. He was breathing heavily, his heightened senses allowing him to smell your arousal, and his hand was gripping his quill so tightly you were sure it would snap at any moment. And to think he had almost had you fooled.
“Touch me, please,” you breathed into his ear and you could feel the shiver that went down his spine.
He didn’t even try to pretend anymore, just leaned back in his seat and snuck one hand up your shirt while the other gripped your ass harshly. You were already getting close and the way he was touching your body sent you into a frenzy.
You ground your hips down harder, the pressure on your clit only increasing, while he rolled your nipples between his fingers. Once he started bouncing his leg, it was game over. The vibrations his bouncing leg sent through you made you tremble and with every flex of the muscle the coil in your core grew tighter and tighter until it exploded.
You came with a silent scream, your head buried into his neck and your nails digging into his shoulder, sure to leave a few marks for later. He moved your hips for you while you came down from your high and until you collapsed on his chest. It didn’t take long for him to curl his arms around you and pull you impossibly closer.
“Was that fun enough for you, pretty girl?” He asked, his voice a mixture of soft and teasing.
“Still want you,” you said with a giggle, your head popping back up so you could look at him.
“I think I can make that happen,” he replied with a cocky smile, immediately reaching over you to get all of your belongings together so you could get out of here and jump right into his bed in no time.
Can you do one blurb with Sirius and Remus, where the reader is a good girl and the boys give her one overstimulation, the reader stay on subspace and they trying to remove her but is very hard. Please.
(Sorry if it got confusing, but English is not my first language.)
a/n: you’re english was great so never worry about that! i’m not super proud of this one but it’s still hot so here we are.
“Such a good girl,” Remus mused, stroking your face gently. It would have been sweet if his cock wasn’t down your throat and your other boyfriend, Sirius, wasn’t pounding you into your fifth orgasm of the night.
You whimpered loudly around Remus’ cock, tears rolling down your cheeks from how intense everything felt. You knew this fifth, and hopefully final, orgasm would break you but it was clear that it was their intention to do just that.
“So good, crying for it and taking it so well for us,” Sirius hummed lowly, not missing a beat in his harsh thrusts.
Your head was spinning and they both sounded so far away. The only thing you knew for sure was that you were surrounded by their bodies and every touch and thrust felt like jolts of electricity going through you. The only thing you wanted was to be good for them, and if that meant having a mind melting orgasm - so be it.
“Give me one more, pup. You can do it,” Sirius said, his voice growing breathless with all the work he was putting in.
Just as your body was beginning to tense, you felt Remus take a tight grip of your hair and pull you off his stiff cock. You watched with hooded eyes as he stroked himself quickly, completely in a daze from his movements.
“Open your mouth, puppy,” he commanded, staring down at you heatedly.
You obeyed mindlessly, opening your mouth wide and sticking out your tongue. He groaned at the sight, spilling rope after rope of hot cum onto your tongue.
“You better swallow it,” Sirius said roughly, giving your hips a tight squeeze to coax you on.
Once again you did as you were commanded, making a show of swallowing and opening your mouth wide to show Remus the evidence of your submission.
“Such a good girl. Just for us,” Remus said, a smirk coming to his lips as he watched you fall further and further into bliss.
You had been so distracted by Remus that you hadn’t even felt just how close to the edge you had gotten, your entire body tense and shaking in Sirius’ grasp as he fucked you from behind.
The tears were flowing down your face in earnest now, a string of ‘I can't’’ and their names falling from your lips, aimless begging to get the tortuous pleasure to stop.
“You can do it, little pup. Do it for me,” Sirius commanded, his hand coming down to stroke circles around your clit, making you scream.
You came violently, nothing but cries coming out of your mouth as you shook your way through it. Your entire vision went white, unable to feel anything other than Sirius’ cock against your walls. Your other senses meant nothing to you, unable to see or hear anything at the moment anyway.
The only thing keeping you tied to this earth was Sirius’ grip on you, unfaltering and unwilling to let you go. You felt him spill inside of you, sending another jolt of intense pleasure through you, almost like a second (or sixth, in this case) orgasm.
You drifted for some time, content to let Sirius and Remus move you on the bed as they pleased. You could feel that you were wedged delightfully in between them, but you couldn’t open your eyes or move or talk. All the energy had been drained from you in that last orgasm, and your world solely revolved around the two men beside you.
“Open your eyes for us. Come back to us love,” you heard Remus coo in your ear, gently rubbing your side in an attempt to coax you back to reality.
“You did so good, wanna look you in the eye and tell you,” Sirius explained fondly, but you still made no moves to respond to them.
They continued to talk to you for a while and you were unsure if it went on for minutes or hours. Your whole body felt amazing - light and airy and out of this world.
Your eyelids finally fluttered open and you were face to face with Sirius. He looked half-parts relieved and fond that you were awake and staring at him. You knew the look in your eyes was one that was still dazed, where he still held the moon and sun in his hands because of his cock and his words.
“There’s our girl. You did so good, pup,” he told you, placing a sweet kiss on your temple.
“Our best girl,” Remus added, kissing the spot where your jaw met your neck.
“I did good?” You asked, still needing the reassurance in your shaky state.
“So good. Let’s just rest now, hm? You deserve it,” Sirius explained, pulling you further into his chest to slowly bring you back to reality, just as they always did.
Loved doll face honey! Do you think you could do something similar with both James and Lily? Maybe where they both find out of something? Only if you're okay with that
Heeey, I'm so glad you liked it, DollFface Honey has been the hardest thing for me to write because my knowledge of the english language really lacks of sexual words, on the other hand I've never write about fem!character x fem!reader in an explicit way but i'll try, hope I fill the expectations <3
Lily Potter x James Potter x Fem!Reader.
TW. overstimulation? fingering, penetration, threesome, breeding kink, size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, open marriage, i really don't know what else.
pleaaaase leave a comment, you have no idea of how happy they make me :c
The spouses manipulator.
Lily was fine with James sleeping with other people. She was doing it as well, and at that point, so far from monogamy, getting upset would only be hypocrite.
Lily could share her husband, and as far as James is concerned, he could share his wife as well, but there was something about you that felt just wrong to share. Remus knew that, Lily was sure, and even thought Lily was way too smart to know between Remus and you was something going on, he was mature enough to accept Lupin and her sharing the same girl. But when it came to sharing with James, something about it felt not right.
Not because James couldn't touch anyone else besides her, but because with three people tainting you at the time –leaving Sirius out of the picture, because to Sirius' liking, the three adults were far to know about him and you– it was just a short matter of time before you were completely in lost of your innocence.
"Baby, you need to choose. Me or Lily?"
James was standing in front of you, his naked torso in all display and his big muscles flexing with his crossed arms. Lily was pulling up the sleeves of her satin blouse and looking at you with a smile, confident of what your answer would be.
"Both?"
"No, pretty girl. You can't have both" James said, leaning down to you and taking your face with his two big hands "Daddy or mommy?"
You already had too many daddies, one less couldn't hurt.
"Mommy?"
Lily smiles in silence, James looks at her in surprise and slightly offended.
"Baby, you're letting daddy go?" At his words, a pout takes over your facial expression and your eyes start to water. Sure you didn't want to let your daddy James go, so you shake your head. "See? Baby wants daddy" He says, looking at Lily.
"What about mommy, baby?"
"Want' mommy too"
Lily clicks her tongue and comes closer to you, pulling James out of your physical space and kissing your lips.
"What about mommy and daddy help you out, pretty thing?" You look at her in a confused way only to gasp when her hand is making circles on your clit covered with your underwear. "Baby, you're so wet" Lily says, earning a big crying "no" from you, who were taught by James that was an indicator of sickness. "Don't worry, mommy would make it better"
Lily looks at James with challenging eyes, and for him, his wife has never been hotter than in that exact moment, about to fuck a teenager to show him who was better when it came to sex.
Her fingers put aside your panties, quickly making it into you, in response you moan at Lily lack of delicacy. Your eyes get distracted by her hands and you look down, eager to see what she's doing down there with you. At the movement, Lily grabs a fist full of your hair and pulls it, forcing you to look up while her fingers fuck you in amazing ways you thought could never be possible by any other than Remus' cock. Lily wanted your eyes on you, seeing how teary they were getting, loving to see how wrecked you could get by only her fingers.
Her hand gets away from you, owning a cry and an expectant look. In all the calm there possibly can be, Lily takes two of her fingers to her mouth and licks them, patiently, taking her time as if you weren't a full moaning mess in front of her. Her free hand gets on your inner thigh, opening your legs for her to have a better access to you, your underwear is glued to your pussy thanks to your wetness, but it doesn't seem like an impediment for Lily, if so, it serves her right, pulling the fabric of the panties every time so to make you whimper when it slash your needy and wet cunt.
Your moans are music for Lily and James' ears –the last one in full rock hard mood, but sitting straight, only looking at you and planing on how many ways he'll rail you to prove his wife he's a better fucker–. Your hips move back and forth, needing to feel Lily's touch. Your erected nipples making their appearance through the thin fabric of your shirt.
"Awh, are you horny, little thing? Hoe around mommy's soft fingers as much as you please. You look so fucking pretty, almost angelic. Your pretty little pussy being all stretched out around my long fingers"
Lily smiles when she hears your final loud moan, knowing she already made you cum, fingering all of it inside of you again, and taking her fingers to her mouth, licking them "You did so good for mommy, baby girl"
And with that, her face is now rising, getting a little higher than where yours is, lifting up your chin with her fingers making you look at her, she opens your mouth with her thumb and spits.
Now was James turn.
He smiles while walking to you, before he could touch Lily, she walks away and sits on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs ready to see how you take James.
"Don't you worry baby. That was nothing compare to what I have prepare for you"
He grins at you and take your face, kissing your lips and taking your body as if it was a feather.
Now your back is turned to him and your tits bang with the chair back, James loses no time with your underwear and takes it apart. He takes his belt off, the sound itself making your pussy wet again, he takes his time on taking his jeans off and before he could start, he makes sure your position on the table is good to not make you fall.
His cock thrust into you, his big hands are now on your hips and moving them to his, your tits are bouncing and blaming the chair, causing Lily's view to turn on a show.
James slows his movements, knowing it turns you even more when you think he's stopping and then he surprises you by going faster. One thing about james was that –unlike Sirius and Remus– he loved smacking your ass in such a gentle way. He liked the sound the palm of his hand made in contact with your ass and not so much the pain in cold cause in you.
"You're enjoying this, bunny? Do you like daddy's cock fucking you so hard?" He asks with a soft voice, almost romantic. He grabs your arms and lifts your upper body from the chair, making you feel his dick deeper in you. At the feeling of James thick thighs, you tried to rub yourself in them.
Above all of the others, James would have something that drove you absolutely crazy that the other could never have; his strong thighs. A result from many years of exercise and discipline.
At that point, James is doing all the work for you. It was was easy for him to handle you comparing the size difference, your hands hanged on his thighs skin, trying to have a support.
James' hands are quick to grab your shirt, making you lift your arms so he can take it off, and as soon as he takes the clothing off your body leans back again in the chair, his hands trying to get yours yo hold onto something, making your moans grow bigger and louder. His hands keep smacking your ass and as the seconds pass your arms feel weaker.
Your already worked up pussy is begging for James to keep going, clenching around his cock and milking it with every thrust. James is eager to please you as he understands your body language, while your moans seem tired and your little voice is begging him to stop and take it easy, you know your body is asking for something else.
"Daddy, no more"
"No more? But daddy's being so nice to you, baby princess. He's treating your pretty pussy so well and it it's being so nice to me, I can tell she wants this" In the moment you close your eyes, a sign of your tiredness, James quickly grabs your neck, holding your back close to his chest and his lips extremely near to your ears "Pussy's being such a good girl, isn't she" You moan and nod, opening your mouth to say something but being completely shut by the violent entrance of James fingers "But this pretty mouth is being bad" He pouts in a fake way and bites your ear "Such a bratty mouth, baby. Better keep it quiet if you want your pussy to get her reward for being good. Wouldn't be fair if she gets noting, would it?"
You shake your head "Good girl. Show your body who's in charge"
James free hand goes straight to your clit, rubbing circles in it and making your belly tickle. James' thrusts faster as he senses you coming outdone by the sound of your moans, finally his cum is being load in you, completely filling your tight pussy but he keeps his movements, not pretending to stop until you finish.
"What a bad daddy" Lily says. She knows her husband like the palm of her hand, there's no way she couldn't recognize his orgasm face because she has seen it too many times "Comes in you before you can finish. Mommy would never do that, baby"
You look up at her and Lily smiles, taking your chin and letting you suck on her thumb.
"You have been such a good girl, haven't you, princess?" You smile and nod while you feel James cock getting out of you and letting his cum drip from your pussy "Look at you, all used and covered in cum. You, baby, look like the prettiest girl in the world. But mommy's not done with you yet"
Lily's smile is easily the prettiest thing on the word, but Lily's smirk could turn on every single sexual person on earth. She takes your hand in a gentle way and walks to the bed with you.
Lily takes her blouse off, only thing covering her now is her bottom lingerie; "Ride mommy's thigh, baby"
Fuck, James thought; That was his move.
There wasn't a thing on earth Lily wasn't willing to do to win. And when she saw you, hungrily trying to hump on James thick thighs she knew she had to steal it from him.
You quickly obeyed her instructions, but before you could sit, looking at her, Lily turned you the other way around. If she was going to win, James was going to watch you getting ruined by his sweet little flower.
"Tell daddy how it feels, baby"
"S'so'so good" You manage to breath out. James grin grows bigger and Lily sends him a deadly glance when she sees him coming close.
"Don't even think about it"
"What? Baby seems to need daddy's cock, don't you baby"
You innocently nod, your shiny eyes giving away your desperation. James rubs his cock a little, only taking him a few seconds to get it hard again and then he looses no time on thrusting into you.
In the heat of the moment, and being full by jealousy, Lily's hand make its way to your clit, violently rubbing in as he sees James moving your hips back and forth for his cock to go deeper, causing you to also rub yourself faster on Lily's thighs.
There was a few seconds where Lily thought sharing you with his husband couldn't be that bad. But she was far too gone on the dispute to give in.
"You're so desperate for daddy's cock, aren't you? Don't worry darling, when I end you you won't be able to walk. You better start thinking what you'll tell Remus, pathetic whore"
And Lily gives up, knowing it would be funnier to be on James' side.
"You're a filthy little slut for mommy and daddy, aren't you, princess?" You nod moaning "Your only desire is to be bred and filled by mommy's thick cock. Don't you worry baby, daddy's cock makes wonders. Soon you'll be all round and full with his babies"
James lets out a gutural groan, your sweating body in the middle of the both of them, being violently fucked by his cock and being also please by Lily's skilled fingers. You're crying and whimpering, turning him on more.
"Gonna feel you up and breed you right here, baby. On mommy's bed just as she says, just like the little whore you are"
Lily smiles and pulls your hair to have your head resting on her shoulder, you whimper at the lack of her fingers in your clit but as soon as you complain she has her lips on your neck and her hand back on stimulating you.
"What do you think Remus would say of his innocent and pure step-sister being all breed by his best friend's seed. All full of his best friend's husband's cum, hum?" James thrust one time, slow and deep into you, making your insides feel hot, when he pulls out Lily is holding your hips to keep James' cum inside while he looks for something.
"Don't let it out, darling" She says when she sees your pussy clenching and letting a blast of sperm out "Mommy and daddy would get mad if you keep doing that"
"Can't hold it, mommy. S' too much"
You groan in discomfort at James plugging you. "Problem solve, princess"
You better start thinking on what you'll tell Remus.
remus lupin x reader | biting. praise kink. snowboarding (snorting coke off a man's hard dick).*. ⋆1.1k words
extra content: drug use. intoxicated sex. oral (male!receiving). sex on a couch. piv. creampie. unprotected sex. doggy style. cursing. dirty talk. pain kink?.
a/n: please, don't ask me how i know about that🙃
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you’re on your knees, the cold tile floor biting into your skin, but you barely feel it. your eyes are glazed over, pupils dilated, as you stare up at remus. he’s standing before you, his cock already hard and glistening with a thin line of white powder.
you lean in, your nose hovering over the tip, and inhale deeply. the cocaine rushes up your nostrils, a sharp, bitter taste that makes your eyes water. you can feel the drug taking effect immediately, your heart racing and your body tingling with a rush of adrenaline.
the world around you seems to sharpen, colors becoming more vibrant and sounds more pronounced. every sensation is heightened, your skin hypersensitive to the touch. you can feel the cool air on your bare legs, the rough texture of the carpet beneath your knees, and the throbbing ache between your thighs, a desperate need for fulfillment.
“fuck, you look so hot like that,” remus groans, his voice thick with desire and the effects of the coke.
his eyes are wild, pupils dilated and glassy, mirroring your own state of heightened awareness.
“clean me off, love. lick every last bit.”
you don’t need to be told twice. you wrap your lips around his cock, your tongue swirling and lapping at the remaining powder. you can taste the bitter residue, but it’s overshadowed by the salty, musky flavor of him.
you take him deep, your head bobbing as you suck and lick, your hands gripping his thighs for support. your saliva coats his shaft, making it glisten as you pull back, your lips creating a popping sound.
the drug courses through your veins, enhancing every sensation. the taste of him, the feel of his hard cock in your mouth, the sound of his ragged breaths—it’s all intensified, sending waves of pleasure through your body.
you speed up your movements, your head moving faster as you take him deeper with each pass. your cheeks hollow out as you suck hard, creating a tight vacuum around his cock.
“god, your mouth feels incredible,” he pants, his hips bucking slightly. “keep going, pretty girl. don’t stop.”
you look up at him, your eyes meeting his as you take him back into your mouth. you can see the pleasure etched on his face, the way his brows are furrowed and his lips are parted. his hands are fisted in your hair, guiding your movements with a firm but gentle touch. the cocaine makes every sensation more intense, and you can feel your cunt getting wet—a deep, aching need for more.
“fuck, yes,” remus hisses, his fingers tightening in your hair. “just like that. you’re so fucking good at this.”
you pull back, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock.
“i want you inside me,” you rasp, your voice hoarse with need. “i want to feel you stretch me open.”
remus’ eyes darken with lust. he pulls you to your feet, his hands rough and demanding as he spins you around and bends you over the arm of the couch. you can feel the cool leather against your stomach, your ass in the air, vulnerable and exposed. remus runs a hand over your ass, his touch firm and possessive, sending shivers down your spine.
“you’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and husky. “ready for me?”
you push back against his hand, a silent invitation. “please, remus—need you to fuck me.”
he slams into you with one brutal thrust, filling you completely. you cry out, your intoxicated state heightening every sensation—the stretch and burn of his cock inside you almost too much to bear.
your cunt clenches around him, your gummy walls gripping his thick shaft as he starts to move. remus pulls back slowly, the head of his cock dragging against your sensitive folds, before slamming back into you with a force that makes your tits bounce.
“fuck, you’re so wet,” remus groans, his voice strained with arousal. “your pussy is gripping me like a fucking vice.”
you can feel every inch of him, the thickness of his cock stretching you wide, the head rubbing against your g-spot with each deep thrust. you reach back, your fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in tight, fast circles as remus fucks you relentlessly.
“that’s it,” he pants, his hands tightening around your flesh. “rub that pretty clit, baby—make yourself feel good.”
your clit feel like it’s on fire, each rub sending jolts of pleasure straight to your core.
“bite me,” you demand, your voice a growl. “please—make it hurt.”
remus leans down, his teeth sinking into the flesh of your shoulder. you can feel the sharp pain, the sting of his bite, and it only serves to get you closer to your climax.
you push back against him, meeting his thrusts with your own desperate movements, your body seeking more friction, more depth. the sound of your skin slapping against his fills the room—a wet, obscene rhythm that matches the pounding of your hearts.
“harder,” you gasp. “fuck me harder, remus. make me feel you for days.”
remus complies, his pace quickening as he slams into you with renewed vigor. each thrust is brutal, his hips snapping against your ass with a force that makes your teeth rattle. you can feel his cock swelling inside you, the veins along his cock pulsing with his arousal. your cunt grips him tighter, your walls spasming as you get closer to the edge.
“you’re so fucking tight,” remus grunts, his voice low and guttural. “your pretty cunt is milking my cock. fuck—i can feel you pulsing around me.”
you can feel his cock swelling inside you, the head rubbing against that sweet spot deep within, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.
“i’m close,” you gasp. “don’t stop. don’t you dare fucking stop.”
remus’ pace quickens, his hips moving in a frantic rhythm as he chases his own release.
“fuck, i’m going to come,” he grunts, his body tensing. “come with me, love. let me feel you come all over my cock.”
his words push you over the edge. your orgasm crashes over you, a wave of pleasure so intense it leaves you gasping and trembling.
your cunt clenches around his cock, the walls spasming as you come hard, your juices coating his dick. remus finishes at the same time, his cock pulsing as he fills you with his release, the hot spurts of his cum hitting your walls and mixing with your own arousal.
you collapse forward, your body slick with sweat and your breath coming in ragged gasps, your pussy still clenching around his cock as the aftershocks of your orgasm ripple through you. remus leans over you, his body covering yours as he presses soft, gentle kisses to your bite-marked shoulder, his cock still buried deep inside you, both of you lost in the wild, drugged-induced pleasure of the moment.
after a few minutes, his hips thrust against yours again, making you moan at the overstimulation. remus leans over, until his warm breath hits the side of your cheek.
It starts the way most nights do: late, quiet, the two of you tangled in homework and soft lamp light, the bed creaking every time Remus shifts his weight.
You’re on the floor by the bed, surrounded by flashcards. He’s stretched out above you, flipping through his notebook with his reading glasses slipping down his nose, murmuring incantations to himself.
And then, without any warning, he says it.
“Don’t worry, baby. You’re doing so good.”
You freeze. Your pencil drops. And something low in your stomach aches.
You don’t mean to make a sound. You really don’t. But the tiniest breath escapes you, a hitched, high-pitched whimper you try to swallow back.
It’s not loud, but Remus hears it.
He glances down at you, confused. “You okay?”
You nod too fast. “Yeah. Yeah, I just.. I’m fine.”
But your legs are twitching where they’re folded under you, and your face is hot, and your eyes won’t meet his.
He sits up straighter, peering at you. “Wait. Was it something I said?”
You want to disappear.
But he’s Remus. Sweet Remus, who tucks his hair behind his ears and bites his lip when he’s nervous. You can’t lie to him.
“You said I was doing good,” you whisper.
He blinks. “You are doing good.”
“No, I mean…” You pause. Squirm. Press your thighs together again, like that’s going to help. “It, um. It did something to me.”
There’s a long silence.
And then. “Oh”
Remus’s voice goes low.
And then. “Ohhh.”
You can’t even look at him. You just bury your face in your hands.
“That’s what does it for you?” he asks, breath catching. “People telling you you’re doing good?”
“Please forget I said anything,” you mumble.
But he’s already crawling to the edge of the bed, glasses hanging low on his nose, eyes wide and glassy.
“You’re telling me all I have to do is praise you and you fall apart?”
You say nothing. Which says everything.
And then he groans, like he’s the one who’s overwhelmed.
“God,” he breathes. “You’re so fucking cute.”
Your body trembles.
Remus slides down off the bed, kneels in front of you. His hands hover just over your thighs like he’s scared to spook you.
“Can I touch you?” he whispers. “Can I say it again?”
You nod, and his hands finally land on you, warm and reverent.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs, voice low and shaky. “You’re so fucking pretty. So sweet for me. My perfect girl.”
You whimper, thighs shaking.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “God, look at you. Can’t even sit still, can you?”
“Remus,” your voice cracks.
“Shhh,” he soothes, pressing you gently back until you’re on your elbows. He tugs your shorts down so slow you think you’ll cry, and his breath catches when he sees the wet patch on your panties.
“All that,” he whispers, “just from me telling you how good you are?”
He presses a kiss to the inside of your knee, then lower, and lower.
“So pretty, sweetheart,” he murmurs.
You moan, head falling back.
He kisses over your panties, nose brushing your soaked center.
“You’re my best girl,” he whispers against the fabric. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
And then, finally, he drags them down and moans when he sees you.
“You’re perfect,” he breathes. “You’re.. fuck, baby, can I taste you?”
You nod frantically, and he dives in.
There’s nothing cocky about it. No teasing. Just Remus’s mouth, greedy and desperate and reverent, like he’s praying between your thighs.
He murmurs praise into your skin like a mantra. So good, so soft, you’re perfect, you’re mine. And every word makes you clench harder around nothing.
You’re already so close it’s humiliating.
“Remus, please.”
He pulls back just long enough to look up at you, eyes dark behind his glasses.
“Come for me,” he says softly. “Let me hear how good it feels, dove.”
And you shatter.
You cry out his name, legs clamping around his head as your whole body pulses with it, and he groans against you like he’s the one coming.
But he doesn’t stop.
Even when you start to twitch. Even when your hips lift in protest. Even when your fingers claw the sheets.
“You can take it,” he murmurs. “You’re so good for me. One more, yeah?”
You sob, already too much, and still nod.
He keeps his mouth on you, gentle and coaxing, and whispers:
Hiiii your marauders fics are AMAZING!! I’m truly obsessed with them. Would you ever do an aftercare fic where the reader is in sort of an emotional subspace and is just super clingy? Totally fine if not just curious :)
Hi, thank you! I realize you said "just curious" lol but I decided to try my hand at it. I'm not super familiar with this stuff, so it might be kinda cringey lol--sorry! Anyway, thank you for asking/requesting lovely :)
cw: smut mdni, p in v, dom/sub dynamics, praise kink
Remus Lupin x fem!reader ♡ 605 words
Your forehead crashes against Remus’ chest, panting breaths blowing warmth back onto your own face.
Both of his hands had been gripping your hips, but now one coasts up the ridges of your spine, coming to rest on your upper back.
“You’re alright,” he murmurs.
You hum in response. It comes out a bit like a whine. You’re feeling teary and torn open, the emotions that had been heightening as you inched toward climax now crashing into the gulley below.
Remus’ lips press gently to the top of your head. “Was that good for you, sweetheart?”
“Mhm,” you affirm readily. “Really good. Was it for you?”
“I thought I made that apparent enough.” There’s a teasing edge to his voice, and you smile, turning your head to nuzzle your cheek against this chest. “Ready to get up?”
“No.” It’s almost a whimper. You needle your hands under his arms, wrapping yourself around him. “I wanna stay here.”
He shifts, and you inhale sharply at the slight movement of his cock, still inside you. Shushes and apologies alike fall from Remus’ lips, but he leans up on his elbows, using one hand to tilt your face towards him. His expression shifts as he realizes your still-fuzzy headspace, lips pulling down.
“Oh, baby.” It sounds almost pitying, one knuckle stroking down your cheek lovingly. “You’re not going to feel better until you let me clean you up, dove.”
Tears press at your eyes, but you do your best to sound reasonable. “I’ll feel better if we cuddle.”
He kisses your forehead again. You recognize the apology in it and whine as he moves uncomfortably against your sensitive walls, sitting you both up. “We’ll still cuddle, I promise.” He slides you off his cock despite your protests. “Hey, you’re alright. I’ve got you, sweetheart. Not hurting, are you?”
“A little,” you say, giving him doe eyes in hopes of some extra attention. But then Remus’ brow furrows concernedly, and you rethink it. “Not really, though. Not more than I wanna be.”
He lets out a little sigh, pressing his lips to your forehead again. “You’re fine,” he says, seemingly to both of you. “Wanna have a bath, honey? We can cuddle in there, if you like.”
“Or…” You give him a suggestive look, and he laughs. Not exactly the response you were looking for.
“Sorry,” he says at your frown. “Sorry, dovey, you just looked too cute.” Admittedly, that softens you a bit. Remus squeezes your hip lightly, tilting his head as he considers you with an odd half-smile. “No, no more tonight. Think I’ve got you a bit too fucked out already, hm?”
You pout. “Am not.”
Remus hums, leaning forward to kiss your pushed-out lips. “Right, course not.” He lifts you up a bit, slipping out from under you. “You wanna stay here while I go start the bath?”
“No.” Your tone pitches desperately, grabbing for his wrists as he stands beside the bed. Your vision blurs. “I want to be with you, Rem.”
“Okay, okay.” He brings his hands to your waist hastily, standing you up in front of him. “You’re fine, baby, you can come with. You gonna be okay with sitting on the counter while I get it all ready for us?”
You blink at him interestedly. “Because I’m a good girl?”
His chin comes down on your head and his arms wrap around your shoulders. You’re not sure what’s prompted the show of affection, but you’ll take it, nosing your way into the juncture of his neck. “Sure, darling,” he says, a definite note of amusement in his voice. “My good girl.”
hi!! would i please be able to request independent reader who craves comfort but has a hard time admitting when she's vulnerable (sick, in pain, scared, etc.) with any or all of the marauder boys? no pressure and thank you!! love your writing <3
Thanks for requesting sweetness <3
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Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 861 words
Sirius thinks you might be upset with him, but he's too scared to ask.
He can think of a number of things he might have done, from forgetting to take the recycling out yesterday to that tone he took a few weeks ago. If he were upset at him (which he might be, depending on why you are), Sirius would have a plethora of reasons to choose from, but he can't figure what's made you decide to go quiet on him this morning specifically.
Adding to the confusion, despite not seeming to want to speak to him you're being more affectionate than usual in a tactile sense. Not that Sirius minds, not in the least. He's happy to hold your hand and keep you tucked to his side—he'd sew you there if he thought you'd let him. It's strange from you, though, to reach for him as often as you have been.
While he puzzles it out, Sirius reciprocates all of your doting and then some. Best case, it's what you want; worst, it might endear you to him enough for you to tell him what he's done wrong. He kisses your head while you both read your books on the sofa, and you melt further and further down his side. Gloopy.
"Okay," you say, a sigh somewhere in your voice, "I'd better go."
Sirius frowns. "Go where?"
"I have a doctor's appointment." You stand and pick up your back, looking around for where you left your shoes. You're still holding Sirius' hand like you mean to pull him along.
"Do you want me to come with you?" he jokes.
You blanch. "What?"
He grins through his own confusion, squeezing your fingers.
"Oh." Your expression relaxes, but something zaps across it first that gives him pause. You let Sirius' hand go. "Sorry."
"Don't be sorry. Do you want me to come with you?"
"No," you say quickly, spotting your shoes under the armchair, "I'm fine, thanks."
Sirius smothers his hurt. "Did I do something?"
"What?" You pick your head up from where you've bent over to tie your laces, nearly hitting it on the coffee table. "No."
"Are you upset with me?"
"No, not at all."
"Are you sure? Because you've been—you're being really quiet. If you are, I'd rather know."
"No." You sit up, and there's something raw in your gaze as it meets his. Your voice softens with earnestness. "I mean yeah, I'm sure. I don’t mean to be quiet, sorry."
"I don't want you to be sorry, lovely." Sirius sits forward, his chest tight with apprehension yet undispelled as he leans toward you. "Be quiet if you want to be, it’s fine. I'm not trying to make you feel bad. I just don't understand what's going on."
Like holding his gaze gets to be too much, you drop it. Your lips rub against each other. "It's not you."
"Then what is it?" he asks softly.
"I've just…it's stupid, but I've really been dreading this."
"Dreading what?"
"This appointment." Your voice is low, like it costs you to say it aloud. You're still looking anywhere but his eyes.
Sirius blinks at you. It's not what he was imagining you'd say; honestly, he’d nearly forgotten the reason you untucked yourself from his side in the first place. He knows you're squeamish, that you don't like to watch bloody things or medical procedures on television, so he can see how that sort of feeling might extend to doctor's offices. It's just not something you've ever mentioned to him.
"Hey," he coaxes, "I did mean it. I could go with you if you want."
It's like Sirius' gentleness provokes the opposite reaction in you. You shake your head swiftly, standing. "Thanks, but I'll survive."
"I think we can do a bit better than surviving, probably."
"I mean, I'll be fine."
Sirius catches your hand when you make to cross in front of him. "If it has a shot at making you feel better," he says, "I want to come with. Is that okay?"
Your expression cracks, the rawness he glimpsed earlier finally revealing itself. "It's embarrassing," you murmur.
"I don't think so," Sirius counters. "We all have our things. It's easier when there's someone nearby who wants to give you a hug. At least, I've always thought it was."
Your trepidation doesn't vanish, but you lift the corners of your mouth halfheartedly. "You want to come along to give me a hug?"
He raises his eyebrows. "Unless you're planning on asking someone else for one. I've been told they're not all equally as good, though, just to warn you."
"I usually do this sort of thing without a hug." It sounds like a confession.
Sirius matches your tone. "Well, that won't do anymore. Let me come with you, please?"
He throws in the please for extra persuasiveness, and it works. You wave him up from his seat. Sirius hops to, stepping into his shoes and following you to the door.
"Thanks," you nearly whisper on your way out, shame still lingering at the edges of you.
Sirius slips an arm around your shoulders and kisses your cheek in hopes of curing it.
Can I request poly!wolfstar x reader who is feeling slightly insecure about her body for no particular reason and they notice even though she doesn’t say it?
I’m just sooo in love with your writing, it’s just *mwah* chef’s kiss
Hey gorgeous! Thank you for requesting <3
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poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 820 words
Sirius hardly steps inside before Remus is fixing him with a look.
He raises his hands, grease-stained from working on his motorcycle all afternoon, in a gesture of peace. "I'm going to shower."
"Be careful not to touch anything on your way," Remus says. He doesn't take his eyes off Sirius while Sirius skirts around the edge of the sitting room with his hands upheld like a surgeon's. "Y/n's in the shower, so you might have to wait."
"Reckon she'll let me get in with her?"
Remus rolls his eyes, relaxing once Sirius clears the sofa. "You can try."
You and Remus hardly ever want to shower with Sirius. You both act like he has lewd ulterior motives and won't hear his environmentalist arguments. You're not wrong, but still.
It turns out he's too late anyway. You're just stepping out of the bathroom as Sirius comes near, steam on your heels and towel halfway wrapped around you. You do it up quickly when you see him.
"Oh—hi," you say, startled. "Sorry."
"What for, gorgeous?" Sirius grins. "I'm sorry for spooking you. Do we have any hot water left?"
Whatever strange timidity had come over you dissipates, and you smile. "We should."
"Don't suppose you'll keep me company?"
Like Remus, your eyes roll. "I just got out."
"Worth a try."
There's an awkward sort of pause, and Sirius realizes you haven't moved to put on your lotion like you usually do after showering. It's like you're waiting on him.
"Okay." He tries not to drag his syllables, keeping his tone light. "Would you mind grabbing the door after me? I think if I leave any grease marks on anything Remus'll toss me out."
"I wouldn't let him," you promise, stepping forward to help.
Sirius showers quickly. There is some hot water left, but he's chased out when the spray turns cold on him, greaseless and clean-smelling. You and Remus are splayed out on the sofa when he finds you.
"Aren't you warm?" Remus is asking in a low voice.
Your reply is equally soft, though somehow more secretive than intimate. "I'm fine."
"You're going to burn up in there, lovely."
"It's not that warm."
"I'm warm just looking at you."
"Well, you're always warm." Sirius turns the corner in time to see you kiss Remus' cheek, the sort of sweet peck that makes a flush spread under your boyfriend's freckles. "And a film calls for a blanket."
"Are we watching a film?" Sirius asks.
"We were thinking," you say. "Paper Moon?"
"Sounds good to me." He eyes Remus. "Am I allowed to sit now?"
Remus waves a hand. "Don't treat me like a warden. You wouldn't've wanted the stains on the sofa either."
"You're the furniture's champion," you coo, kissing him again.
As Sirius sits on your other side, he sees why Remus is worried about you overheating. You have a blanket draped across your shoulders so it covers all of you. It wouldn't be so abnormal most of the time, but it's the dead of summer—even Sirius only put on a tank top after his shower. Remus has been giving you all a show in his boxers for the better part of a week.
"Alright in there?" Sirius teases, fanning a corner of your blanket to give you some airflow.
Your look is exasperated, if fond also. "Fine."
Sirius thinks you're lying. You've been a shade of yourself recently—not in every way, not in how you speak or your general loveliness, but in how you hold yourself. You seem to be always covering up, curving in, turning away, like you have something to hide. You don't. Sirius knows you don't, because he's seen you just about every way you can be and it's all spectacular. You make him feel like a teenage boy in ways that are honestly humiliating. He'd put his own shames on display if it got you out of this funk, though.
Once the film gets going, Sirius sneaks a hand beneath your blanket and puts his arm around you. You still, but you don't move away.
He kisses your shoulder. "Love you."
"Love you, too," you murmur.
It's a slow softening. Your breathing deepens, your shoulders relax. You sink gradually into his side. Sirius does what he can to help without calling attention to it; he keeps his gaze ahead, strokes love-heavy touches up and down your waist, rests his lips on the crown of your head when you get near enough.
Eventually, you let out a breath and relax completely.
Remus must have been watching. "You okay?" he asks.
"Yeah," you reply. It sounds less like a lie than before.
"I wish I could join the cuddle, but I think I'd pass out from the heat."
"All relationships require sacrifice," you hum.
Sirius laughs, manhandling you into his lap so he can take Remus' hand. "There. Think you can bear this?"
can u do the marauders with a little who has a stuffy and it got ripped? my bunny got ripped a few days ago and im really sad about it!
Broken Bunny
Marauders (Sirius, Remus, James) x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)
Warnings - Talks about an injured stuffed animal, use of needle and thread to sew, use of 'Daddy' 'Papa' and 'Bubby', lots of tears, lots of fluff, the boys being sweet caretakers to both their bunny and their bunny's bunny
Notes - This is short ... No one's surprised lol.
SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.
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"Daddy." Y/n whispered to Sirius, trying to to disrupt Remus and James' study session across the room.
"Yes, Bunny." Sirius smiled, running a hand over Y/n's head, noticing the tears falling down their cheeks. "What's wrong, My love?" He began to look them over for any injuries, though he doubted that was the case as Y/n had been napping for the past hour.
"I woke up an' bunny is ripped." They sobbed quietly. Their back was facing the two other boys, but they noticed the shake of their shoulders and the worried look plastered on Sirius' face. "I don' know what t' do." They pouted, holding their bunny with gentle hands, careful to not touch the loose stitches on it's leg.
"It's a good thing Papa knows how to sew, huh?" Sirius answered, a soft smile sent Y/n's way, hoping it would help calm them down.
Y/n turned to see both Remus and James already clearing the desk, a small sewing kit placed on the table, and a blanket folded in the center. "I din' mean to bother you." Y/n cried harder, watching as the boys got things all set up.
"You didn't bother us, Bunny." James wrapped Y/n up in a hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles on their back. "What are Bubbies for if not emergency Bunny surgery?" He smiled, taking the bunny from Y/n's hand and placing it on the blanket covered table. "I'll be assisting our doctor, Mr Papa today." He said in a silly voice, making Y/n giggle through their tears.
"Please take a seat, Miss Bunny." Remus said, pulling out the desk chair for them.
The surgery was quick and easy, Remus leaned over Y/n as he carefully stitched the leg's seam back together. The cream coloured thread blending in with the Bunny's fur perfectly. With a finishing knot and a kiss to the healed boo boo, Bunny was handed back.
"Thank you Papa." Y/n smiled, tears now dried, a soft smile plastered on their face as they snuggled their stuffed animal.
"Let's remember to finish our manners." Remus said, giving Y/n a soft but firm look.
"Thank you Daddy, and thank you Bubby." They raced to give both boys a big hug, finally settling into Remus' side as he sat on his bed.
"I think it's time for bed, hm?" Sirius smiled, turning off some lights and getting dressed for bed.
"I'm not sleepy." Y/n yawned, the energy they used up worrying over their bunny clearly coming to bite them in the back. "Maybe jus' a little." They smiled, their cheeks heating up in embarrassment.
emt marauders where they go away on a hokiday and reader gets sick but hides it so they can have fun?
cw: some phlegm talk? idk hardly a trigger but a little gross depending on your tolerance of all that
emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1.4k words
“Ow,” Sirius whines.
“Sorry,” says Remus, clearly being as gentle as he can in smoothing sun lotion onto Sirius’ pinkened shoulders. “It wouldn’t hurt if you’d reapplied earlier.”
“No one else had to reapply,” he grumbles, then hisses as Remus moves to a new spot.
“You’re extra special.” James simpers, kissing Sirius’ cheek. “You can always hang back in the room if it hurts too much, you know.”
Sirius glares. “I’m not going to sit in the room by myself while you all play Baywatch and make out in the ocean.”
“We don’t do that.” Remus frowns.
“I’ll stay with you,” you offer. You hope your eagerness doesn’t sound as obvious to your boyfriends as it does to you.
Sirius softens some. “You don’t have to miss out for me, baby.”
“I don’t mind.”
“I’m not going to waste a day of holiday anyway,” he says decisively, just as Remus puts the cap back on the sun lotion. “Onward!”
You try not to deflate, resigning yourself to spending the afternoon as you spent the morning and all of yesterday before that: camped out under an umbrella, using toilet paper stolen from your hotel room as tissues when the boys aren’t looking.
“Can we stop for ice cream on the way?” you ask as you make your way out of the room.
“Again?” James laughs. “Angel, at this rate you’re going to be going through sugar withdrawal on the flight home.”
You shrug. “That place by the boardwalk is really good.”
You wouldn’t actually know. Your taste buds have gone rather lackluster since the onset of your cold; you wouldn’t know much difference if you got strawberry or bubblegum or peppermint candy cane. It makes your sore throat feel much better for a few minutes, though.
Ordinarily one of your boyfriends might push back against you eating sweets for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but because it’s a holiday you’re sitting on the sand finishing off a cone of pink something a short time later. Sirius has taken up residence by your legs, slowly covering them with sand to fulfill his vision of making you a mermaid tail. You’re trying not to wince as the sun worsens your headache.
You want to enjoy your trip, you really do, but the beach is just too hot and too bright and too coarse when what you really long for is your bed and a cup of honeyed tea. No one drinks honeyed tea at the beach. You wouldn’t even know where to begin to look for some.
“Do you think you ought to have scales?” Sirius asks.
You hum, furrowing your brows like you’re paying attention. “I think so. Most mermaids do, right?”
“Probably right.” Sirius leans forward, kissing you before you can stop him. “Brilliant girl.”
You think you’re a horrible girlfriend. Even when he does sweet things like that, you want him gone badly. Before Sirius got sunburned and took shelter under the umbrella with you, it was him and James in the water all day long and Remus lying next to you but too absorbed in his book to notice you occasionally sneezing or blowing your nose. With Sirius here, you can feel the buildup in your sinuses like a dam ready to break.
You know it would be easier to just tell your boyfriends you’re feeling under the weather. Easier for you, but not easier for them. They’d want to look after you, and they’d be giving up their own fun to do it. You won’t ruin their holiday because you’ve got the sniffles.
“Hey, if you lay back I can give you a mermaid torso too.”
You frown. “Don’t mermaids have human torsos?”
“Yeah, but with a seashell bra.”
Before you can come up with an excuse for why you don’t want to lie down and let Sirius cover you up to your neck in sand, James comes bounding over. He’s dripping wet dangerously near to Remus, who pulls his book closer with a reproachful look.
“No one wants to come out in the water with me?” James asks.
Sirius pouts at him. “You need a playmate, babe?”
“Yeah, I do actually.”
“Too bad. Get the sun to be nicer to me, and I’ll come out.”
“Why is that my job?” James looks to you, pleading. “Come on, lovie. You haven’t been in the water nearly this whole time. Do you really want to go home without having been in the ocean?”
Guilt eats at you. “I’m okay,” you say, apology in your tone. “I’m having a good time here.”
“Why don’t you go for a little while?” asks Remus. You hadn’t realized he was paying attention. “Just to say you did.”
“Don’t make me carry you out there,” James teases.
You try to smile before eating the last piece of your cone. “Okay,” you say, “just for a little while.”
“Fine.” Sirius throws up his hands as though he’s lost a long and onerous argument. “If you’re going to leave me here with boring old Remus” —he drops a wink, though Remus only rolls his eyes— “I’ll come too.”
James half drags you both to the water, you and Sirius grimacing at the sun for different reasons. The water isn’t terribly cold, but you shiver still, grateful when James pulls you close before starting to make his way out to a sandbar he found this morning.
Only, the sandbar seems to have gone away further than where he left it. James and Sirius don’t mind, laughing and splashing each other and trying to coax you into their games. You smile tersely, using all your energy to continue swimming. You’ve gone far enough out that the tips of your toes are barely skimming the sand, though when you turn around Remus and your umbrella really don’t appear so far away.
It’s because you’ve turned to look that the wave takes you by surprise.
You’re underwater in an instant, thrown head over heels and tumbling like a piece of litter caught in the tide. You choke on saltwater. It takes you what feels like forever to figure out which way is up, but then you push down on the sea floor, shoving yourself towards the surface.
You emerge coughing. Sea water streaming from your nose and mouth, tears welling in your eyes. It stings.
You hear the boys laughing, James’ warm hand landing between your shoulders. He rubs consolingly.
“Aw, sorry, lovie. It happens. That really took you down, huh?”
You try to laugh along with them, but it’s hard when saltwater seems to flow endlessly from your nose. You realize at the same time as James that it’s not all saltwater.
“Whoa. Needed a purge, did you?”
“Sorry.” You wipe your nose on your arm, rinsing it off in the water. You feel disgusting and embarrassed.
“No, don’t be.” James palms your face, smiling as he wipes the couple of tears that have escaped your eyes. “This is what saltwater does. It cleans out your nasal passages. It’s a good thing, getting all the muck out.”
You’re about to respond with something equally positive when you sneeze violently. More snot comes out of your nose.
“Shit, baby,” says Sirius. “You were really clogged up. You feeling sick or something?”
You think that maybe it could be a joke, but your guilty expression gives you away.
James blinks. “Really?”
“I’m fine,” you say. You know it’s not very convincing when you’re trying and failing to stop the globs of mucus leaving your nostrils.
“You’re sick.” Sirius sounds aghast. “For how long? Why didn’t you say?”
“A couple days,” you admit, “but it’s really not bad. I didn’t want to ruin everyone’s fun.”
“Ruin everyone’s fun,” Sirius repeats, muttering. He pulls you into a hug, mindless of the snot getting on his shoulder. “You are the fun, baby.”
You nearly snort. “Not like this.”
“Did you ever think that maybe I like making you tea and bossing you around? Hm? Did it occur to you that that might be fun for me?”
“I think it’s occurred to all of us that being bossy is fun for you, babe,” says James. His smile has a pitying edge as he begins to shepherd you both back towards the shore. “Come on, let’s go.”
“Please don’t let my cold mess this up for you,” you plead.
Sirius gives you a stern look. “Shush.”
“Angel, how could it?” James asks in a nicer tone. “We’ll still be together, won’t we?”
i’m obsessed with everything you write! you write our boys so well 🖤🖤 could I request poly!marauders maybe with some casual dominance and just taking care of the reader? like picking out her clothes, making sure she eats, just being protective but also so soft with her
Thanks lovely! Here you go :)
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
“Morning,” James chirps as you step into the kitchen. “How’d you sleep?”
“Good, thanks.” You take the coffee he hands you, giving him a quick peck on the lips. “You?”
“Phenomenally. How do you want your eggs?”
“I’m alright without, thanks though.” You sit down next to Remus at the table, taking a sip of your coffee. It’s just the way you like it, with heaps of cream and sugar.
“Can’t skip breakfast, dove,” Remus says, hardly looking up from the newspaper as he speaks to you.
“I don’t feel like eggs,” you reply, watching him warily over the top of your mug, trying to gauge if he might let it go. “And I’m not really hungry anyway.”
Amber eyes flick up to yours as Remus turns the page. “You’re not going to work on an empty stomach. You need to eat something.”
“I’ll make you something else,” James offers sweetly. “Whaddya want, my love?”
You smile at him, batting your eyelashes. “Could I have some toast please, Jamie?”
He flips his spatula expertly, winking at you. “Might be above my skill level, but I’ll do my best for you.”
You laugh, and Remus rolls his eyes at the both of you. Sirius trods in still wearing his pajama bottoms, a smirk coming to his lips as he reads the room instantly.
“In trouble already?” he drops a kiss on the top of your head, reaching over to squeeze Remus’ shoulder in greeting. “What’ve you done now, hm?”
Your eyes dart nervously to Remus, waiting to see if he’ll rat you out. Though Remus is the sternest of your boyfriends, Sirius delights in being in charge, and you know he’ll rub it in the most. You imagine it’s the older brother in him.
“It’s resolved,” Remus says simply, and you think you detect the faintest twitch of his lips when you grin at him in relief.
“Have you seen the leaves outside?” you ask Sirius hastily, going for the distraction before he can attempt to pry further. “It’s like they finally turned just overnight.”
He takes the bait, leaning back in his seat to peer out the window. You’d been ecstatic when you’d cracked the curtains in your bedroom this morning to see your street had taken on a whole new color palate, everything red and orange and golden. “It does finally look like autumn, doesn’t it?” He gives you a critical once-over. “That isn’t going to do for the chill out there, sweetheart.”
You look down at your skirt and blouse. You quite like this outfit. “You think? It’s not supposed to be that cold yet, is it?”
Sirius raises a brow just as Remus finishes with the paper, folding it and looking up to see what the two of you are on about. “It’s September, love,” he reasons. “If it got cold enough last night to turn the leaves, it’s cold enough to at least wear a jumper.”
“I’m thinking fleece tights and a sweatshirt,” Sirius says contemplatively, more to Remus than to you. “Don’t run off after breakfast, dollface, and I’ll go pick them out for you.”
You start to protest, but then Sirius’ mouth drops open, and you turn to see James teetering toward you, balancing four plates across his arms.
“Fucking hell, Prongs,” he breathes, but James manages to distribute all four dishes safely, setting your toast in front of you last with a flourish.
“Good idea,” he says, picking up the previous conversation as though nothing has happened. “Can’t have our girl shivering out there in the cold.”
You roll your eyes but munch happily on your toast, ignoring how Remus eyes you watchfully as you eat.
Since you finish first, you offer to wash up while Sirius goes and selects the additions to your outfit as he sees fit, changing into them afterwards. You have to admit, the day does look promisingly crisp outside your bedroom window, and the tights and sweatshirt he has you layer with what you already have on are soft and comfy.
“Let me get those for you,” James offers as you pull on your shoes, and you place your foot on his knee obediently, letting him tie them both with a firm pat on the side of your shoe once he’s done. “There y’go, angel. Double-knotted and everything.”
You press a rewarding kiss to his cheek, and Sirius comes in from canoodling with Remus to oversee his handiwork. He hums, smoothing out invisible wrinkles in your tights and adjusting the sweatshirt on your shoulders unnecessarily while you and James exchange glances, each fighting to keep a straight face. “Might need a scarf too,” he muses, and James bursts into laughter.
“Sirius, come on,” you protest, unable to contain a few giggles of your own.
James grabs Sirius around the waist, throwing him onto the bed beside you. “Work on your own outfit, Pads.”
“You’re all going to be late if you don’t get going,” Remus says, smiling at the scene as he comes in. James detaches himself from Sirius, his expression morphing into that well-practiced facade of angelic innocence.
“I was just on my way out,” he says, giving Remus a goodbye kiss. “See you all later.” He pats you on the head as he passes, and then he’s out the door.
Remus moves to the bed, leaning over Sirius, who props himself up on his elbows to meet him halfway. “Get dressed,” Remus says as he breaks the kiss, tucking a piece of silky black hair behind Sirius’ ear. “You can’t afford to be late again, love.”
You stand as he moves to you next, wrapping a long-fingered hand around the side of your hip, and you let your eyes flutter closed as he kisses you sweetly. “Be good,” he says softly, placing an additional kiss at your temple. “I’ll see you tonight.”
“See you tonight,” you echo, and then it’s just Sirius and you, his eyes playful as they meet yours.
“Be good,” he coos mockingly. “Think you can do that all day long?”
You grin, picking up your bag from the end of the bed. “Hey, at least I’m dressed.”
“Oi!” Sirius says as you leave the room. “Where’s my kiss?”
“Sorry,” you reply gaily, “can’t be late. You can’t afford to either, remember?”
“Oh, feeling bold, are we?” he calls after you. “We’ll see how bold you are later tonight.”
how do u feel about like post sex, a nice chill wind from open windows, and just love in the air 😁😁 insert whoever
I feel good about that! Unsure if this was really a request but I wrote it anyway haha
cw: mature themes
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 fem!reader ♡ 1.1k words
Sirius can see that you’re cold, though you won’t say anything. The afternoon is cool and wet; a breeze that smells like damp earth drifts in through Sirius’ bedroom window, and somewhere below there’s the steady dripping of puddles forming. He watches as the skin on the back of your arm pebbles. But Sirius is lying atop the bedsheets you’d use to cover yourself, and you never ask for the things you want.
“Come here,” he says, opening an arm for you.
You roll towards him complaisantly, settling with your front against his. Sirius pulls the bedsheets over so you’re cocooned in.
He kisses your shoulder, feels it with his cheek.
“You’re freezing,” he mutters.
You wriggle down until you can rest your face in the crook of Sirius’ neck. Take a piece of his hair between your fingers, and let the ends slip through them. “I feel perfect.”
Sirius makes a small sound of displeasure, but, well. He can hardly argue that.
“I need a window like this,” you sigh.
Sirius draws swirls on the back of your ribs. “You’re welcome to mine.”
“I know. Why do you think I’m here all the time?”
“You know, I haven’t given it much thought.” He traces a swirl with the light touch of his fingernail, knowing it’ll make you squirm, and grins when it does. “Why are you?”
“The window, duh. And the gas hob.”
“No other reasons at all?”
You hum. The sound skitters pleasantly over Sirius’ skin and sinks into his bones. “Well,” you muse, drawing it out, “the shower’s nice.”
“Rude.” Sirius ducks down to kiss beneath your jaw, smooching so it tickles. You gasp out a laugh. “I’m never inviting you ‘round again.”
“See if I care,” you try, even as you shrink down Sirius’ front, out of reach but close enough to press your smile over his heart. “I’ll get my own window.”
Sirius scoffs. “It won’t come with a boyfriend to open it for you.”
You glance at the broken fingernail from your own attempt at working the sticky latch. “I’ll figure it out.”
A hint of dreariness colors your tone, and Sirius softens. He touches your cheek. “When do you have to find a new place by?”
“I move out in a month.” Your stare heavies as you tilt into his palm. “So before then, preferably.”
“Preferably,” he murmurs.
Your flatmate is abandoning you. It was a sudden thing. You say you don’t hold the short notice against her, but Sirius does, because it effectively puts you out. You can’t afford the rent without her, and you don’t have anyone to take her place. So not only do you have to move out unexpectedly, you also have to sign a lease for another flat before then. You haven’t said the search is stressing you out, but your mind circles back to it often enough for Sirius to know that it is.
“I’d like to have a big shower, too, if I could get one,” you muse.
Sirius hums. “You should look at places near here.”
You narrow your eyes at him. “Why?”
“Oh, for the schools.” He dents your cheek with his thumb. “So you could come see me, idiot.”
“Now who’s rude?” you scoff, grinning.
Sirius rolls his eyes. He spies a mark on your back, letting go of your cheek to rub his thumb over it tenderly. He remembers being proud of that a few minutes ago, but now Sirius feels sort of sorry. He massages it while your back shifts like waves and you settle with your arms folded beneath your chin on his chest.
You’re thinking aloud to yourself about neighborhoods and price ranges, the virtues and drawbacks of living on a ground floor, your gaze wandering again to Sirius’ window. He reaches under the covers to pet down the goosebumps on your arm.
And he feels so stupid for not having thought of it before.
“Why don’t you move in here?” he asks.
You blink, your mouth closing on an incomplete thought. Your arm goes stiff beneath his touch. “Sirius,” you say, like he’s playing a mean joke.
“What? You could.”
It’s an obvious solution now that the idea has occurred to him. You love Sirius’ flat. You’ve said it over and over again, that you love his bedroom window, his big mirror, that you’d never leave if you could help it. Sirius would accuse you of dropping hints, but you’re too wary of being selfish for manipulativeness. You look shocked enough at the suggestion.
“No, I couldn’t.” A smile flickers hesitantly at the corner of your lips, still looking for the joke. “It’s fine, it’s not like I have nowhere to go. I just have to find a place.”
“Or, you could stop looking,” he says, a light fizz of excitement starting in his chest, “and just move in here.”
“Sirius—”
“No, listen.” Sirius cups your arm. He’s never been very good at conveying earnestness (that’s always been more James’ strength; Sirius has a face for mischief), but he does his best for you. “If you don’t feel ready, then forget it, but I’m not saying this because I feel like I have to. Forget about me for a second. Do you want to live here?”
Your bottom lip disappears into your mouth. You nibble at it, even as a teasing light reenters your stare. “You mean, like, if you didn’t?”
Sirius gives you a dead-eyed look.
Your voice softens. “I’d only want to if you were here, too.”
His mouth tugs. Usually, when you’re playing around, Sirius is good at keeping a lock on his expression—but fuck, you’ll do him in every time with your earnest sweetness. It’s disgusting.
“Would you come here?” He tries to sound exasperated.
You scoot up Sirius’ chest, letting him take your face between his hands and kissing him with a smile that sticks to his lips even after you pull away. He keeps you close.
“I’d like it if you moved in,” he says. “Would you like to?”
Your eyes dart between his. “Only…if you’re really sure you mean it.”
Sirius scowls. “Ugh, you are dense.” You know it’s all talk; he kisses the grin off your lips. “I can’t be arsed to say things I don’t mean, sweetness. Wisen up.”
“Is this the sort of treatment I can expect all day, every day now?”
“Is that how you say yes?”
“Well, it’s a tentative yes. I need to test the shower again, I think.”
Sirius makes a show of rolling his eyes, then delights in your gasp when he hikes your legs up around his hips and sits up. “Fine, fine. Let’s go get that over with.”
cw: concussion, vomit mention, maybeee some d/s dynamics? in the soft sense though
poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 812 words
You’ve forgotten your sandwich again. It stays suspended in the air, halfway between your mouth and your plate, while you stare at the coffee table like there’s a riddle in the scratches on the wood.
“Sweetheart,” Sirius prompts you. You look over at him, lost, and he nods to your sandwich. “Are you full?”
“Oh.” You shake your head. “No.”
You take another bite and press your lips together hard as you chew. Sirius worries you might cry again. It’s been on and off tears since they nabbed you from Marlene’s and if your aim was to cut through Sirius’ anger about you going when you shouldn’t have, you’ve done it thoroughly. He feels like he’s being cleaved open with each one that rolls down your cheek.
“Does the paracetamol feel like it’s working?” Remus asks you.
You nod, swallowing.
Remus repositions himself in the arm chair, propping his chin on his hand with a sigh. James stops midway between the bathroom and the sitting room, his hair wet from the shower.
“Uh oh,” he says. “Are we talking?”
“We’re talking,” Remus confirms.
James makes a face but sits down. His knee immediately begins bouncing.
As ready as Sirius was to tear into you earlier, he feels for you too. You look into your lap as you pull the sleeves of Remus’ jumper over your fingers, waiting for someone to start.
“Dove,” Remus sounds exhausted with this already, “you knew why going to that party was a bad idea for you.”
“Yeah,” you say quietly.
“Then why did you?”
You’re picking apart the knit of Remus’ sleeve. Sirius takes your hands in his, stopping you. Your eyes linger on them. “It’s Marlene’s birthday,” you say. “She’s my friend.”
“She is your friend, angel,” James says gently. “Do you think she really would have cared if you’d missed her party if she knew how awful it was for you to be there?”
You look like you’re chewing the inside of your lip. “It wasn’t awful.”
“You got sick on the drive home,” Sirius reminds you. Okay, it’s possible he’s still a little angry. “Do you mean to tell me that was the result of you having a good time?”
He immediately feels like shit when your expression twinges painfully.
“I know you wanted to be there for Marlene,” Remus cuts in, “and to make her happy, but I don’t think it was worth making yourself miserable.” His voice is calm. Sirius doesn’t know how he does it; Remus was the most upset when they learned you’d gone to the party, but somehow he manages to keep his tone gentle, his expression kind as he talks you through the fallacies in your own reasoning. “You need to be more considerate of yourself, dove.”
“You are a considerate person,” James says. “We love that about you, sweetheart. You’re kind, and you’re always thinking about everyone else, it’s just that sometimes you think about them too much. Marlene getting to see you at her party, versus you getting the rest you need to keep your concussion from getting worse…” He mimes a scale with his hands, making a face. “It’s not a very fair trade-off, yeah?”
You nod but don’t speak. Your eyes are on your lap, and when Sirius dips his head to try and see you better, your lips are a harsh, tortured line. He squeezes your hands.
“Yeah,” you say, your voice thin.
Remus makes a soft sound, reaching for you. “Come here, babydove.”
You join him in his chair and Sirius sees his boyfriend’s worry finally dissipating as he mushes brief, ardent kisses into your hair. James smiles softly.
“You’re alright,” Remus promises, voice muffled from how his lips are stuck to your head. He rubs up and down your back firmly while you hide your face in his chest. “We just want you to understand. So you don’t do it again.”
“I know.” Your voice sounds fragmented, and it’s like ice picks through Sirius’ chest. “Sorry, it’s not you guys, I just—” You take a stilted breath. James moves to perch on the arm of Remus’ chair so he can squeeze your shoulder. “I just really don’t feel well.”
“Oh, I know.” Remus rests his forehead on top of yours. “I’m sorry.”
“Do you feel like you could be sick again, baby?” Sirius asks. When you shake your head, he stands. “Then let’s go to bed, yeah? Do you feel sufficiently lectured?”
Your shoulders give a little shake, and though he already suspects it’s from laughter, James’ grin confirms it.
“Do you want us to keep Remus away from you?” James teases, giving your shoulder another squeeze. “Would that make you feel better?”
“Yes,” you say, while winding your arms around Remus’ waist.
Remus doesn’t even feign offense. Only cups the back of your head and mushes another kiss into your hair.
Hi lovely! Can I have wolfstar (or either of the two boys, it’s up to you) with reader who is just not having the best time, but doesn’t like being comforted/taken care of (even though she rlly needs it once in a while) because she doesn’t like the feeling of not being totally independent if that makes sense-? Like, she feels if she gets help then that means she can’t manage stuff on her own, and she wants to be able to manage stuff on her own. But at the same time she needs comfort rn yk?
I swear the way you write wolfstar has me kicking my feet every time. I fucking love your writing! Bye bye and thank you 👋
Thank you for your request lovely! I adore them <3
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
Coming home and taking off your coat doesn’t hold the same relief as it used to lately. The weight of the day stays with you, coiled up around your ribcage like a snake that squeezes incrementally tighter every time you think of it. Still, it’s nice to come home to the smell of basil and the sound of Remus’ music playing from the kitchen.
You set your bag down, going to find your boyfriends but spotting a plate of brownies on the table. You slow looking at it, and Sirius meets you halfway. He kisses you hello and wraps you up in a hug.
“I’m so happy you’re home,” he murmurs conspiratorially. “Remus’ knee is hurting him, but he won’t say and he won’t get out of the kitchen. I need you to divert him.” You hum your assent, and he chuckles at your distraction, kissing beside your ear. “How was your day, beautiful?”
“Fine,” you say. “Are those brownies?”
“Yeah, Rem made them. The kind with the dark chocolate you like. Now, a real answer, please. How was your day?”
“Oh, it was…it was okay.”
Your voice sounds hesitant and melancholy even to your own ears. Sirius coos, hugging you tighter. He strokes up and down your spine, encouraging you to relax into him. “M’sorry, lovebug.”
You shrug him off when he starts to sway you gently, shoving down on the emotion that rises in your throat.
“Don’t be sorry,” you say, offering him a little smile. “It was fine.”
Still, Sirius looks sad. “Okay,” he says. “Why don’t you go put on something more comfortable, and I’ll make sure our lovely boy is ready for you when you come back.”
You huff a laugh. “Is that code?”
He grins wickedly. “It is if you want it to be, gorgeous. Go on.” He turns you by the shoulders towards your bedroom, giving you a pat to your bum. “Go. Remus,” he calls towards the kitchen, “our angel just told me she really wants a cuddle from you. Sounds like you should join her on the couch.”
It surprises you when Remus actually is waiting for you when you get back. He’s stretching his knee out, foot propped on the coffee table, but he smiles when he sees you.
“Hi,” you say, your own lips tilting as you sit beside him. “Did you make me brownies?”
“Well, I’d like to have at least one.” He takes your face in hand, kissing you with a grin on his lips. “But they’re mostly for you, yeah.”
“That was sweet of you.” You take his hand in yours. The pads of your fingers rove the lines of his palm. “Thank you, you didn’t have to.”
“I wanted to,” he says simply. His gaze is warm as he watches you, so knowing you have to look away.
“Did you leave Sirius in the kitchen?” He nods. “What’s he making?”
“Pasta for dinner. It’s nearly done.”
“I should help.” You start to get up, but Remus holds onto your hand.
“He’s got it, sweetheart. I wouldn’t normally trust him in the kitchen, but even Sirius can boil water.”
“I know, but—” You extricate your hand from his gently, making it up with a smile. “—you’ve been doing stuff in there all day. It’s my turn to help.”
Remus calls after you. Sirius must hear, because he apprehends you as soon as you enter the kitchen, keeping you from going further.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
“Stop,” you laugh, pushing against his hands. “I want to help.”
“No one has any faith in me,” Sirius complains. “Remus has already done the hard work of chopping the basil and everything. I’m perfectly capable of boiling water.”
“That’s what I told her,” Remus defends himself from the living room.
You look behind Sirius for something that needs doing, but the collection of prepared ingredients gives you pause. You know this recipe. It’s your favorite pasta, your comfort food.
“Why am I cursed with beautiful, stubborn partners who won’t have a rest when they need one?” Sirius laments. Now that you’ve stopped resisting, he’s able to bully you out of the kitchen, back towards the living room.
“My knee doesn’t hurt,” you argue.
He levels you with a look. “No. But that’s not the only thing that could cause someone to need a rest, is it?”
You frown at him. The snake in your ribcage gives a malicious squeeze. “I’m fine. I don’t need to be coddled.”
Sirius’ expression softens. “Sweetheart…”
“No one is coddling you, lovely,” says Remus. “You’re going through a lot right now, and maybe you are fine, but it’s okay if you’re not, isn’t it?” He gives you a significant look. You press your lips together. “Either way, we only want to make things easier for you.”
“I appreciate it,” you say, voice growing softer, “but I don’t need you to. I can manage it myself.”
“Hey, who said you couldn’t?” Sirius asks. His eyebrows are bunched together, imploring. “You are managing it, gorgeous, and you’re doing a killer job. Really, it’s impressive, but we—”
“We can still be there for you at the same time,” Remus finishes.
You waver. Some of the playfulness comes back to Sirius’ expression. He cocks a brow at you.
“So,” he drawls, “if you can handle all that by your lonesome, I don’t want to hear any more complaints about me boiling water without supervision. Got it?”
You crack a grin. He mirrors it, giving you a shove so that you fall back onto the couch.
“Good,” he says, turning around and starting back for the kitchen. “Take a rest, you freaks. Let me handle dinner for once.”
“There’s a reason that doesn’t happen often,” Remus murmurs, drawing you into his side. He presses a kiss, soft and warm, to the bridge of your nose. “Are you going to be okay if your favorite pasta is al dente, lovely?”
You laugh quietly, and he smiles for hearing it. “Yeah, I think I’ll live.”
“Good. Because I’m afraid it’s all but guaranteed.”
how we feeling abt a fic where reader has some difficulty regulating her emotions when she’s upset and just some casual poly!wolfstar dominance. girl honestly just needs a hug and someone to validate her feelings tbh
Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!! I did give her a reason for her upset which in retrospect I probably should have just left vague but I hope it doesn't take you out of it and if anyone knows anything that makes them think this relates to me in any way no it literally doesn't why would you think that
cw: somewhat subtle/implicit d/s dynamics (really just a couple joking mentions of "rules" or "bans")
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 1k words
You’re grateful to come home to an empty apartment. No sooner does the door shut behind you than the sob that’s been building in your chest jostles its way out. You hug your bag to your front and go to the floor, crying.
You don’t hold back. You let tears flow down your cheeks and take short, jagged breaths to fuel even more, curling your knees towards your chest and pushing your fingertips into your forehead.
Your heartbeat is loud enough in your ears that it takes you a second to register the sound of footsteps on the stairs, but you notice when they pick up their pace as they draw closer. Not, evidently, so empty an apartment after all.
“Dovey.” Remus sounds gutted. You open your eyes, and he looks it, too. Sirius comes up behind him, both of their forms blurring as they crouch in front of you. “What happened?”
You shake your head. “I—I didn’t—” You’re crying like a child, all choked sobs and snivelly voice. “I didn’t—”
“Shh, that’s okay.” Sirius takes your face in his hands. His hold is firm but his thumbs gentle as they brush over your cheeks. “Just nod yes or no for me, my love. Are you hurt?”
You shake your head.
Some of the worry eases from his features, but his brows pinch sympathetically. “Just sad?”
You open your mouth to answer him, and a hiccup of sobs spills out.
Sirius makes a pained sound and pulls you to him. Remus murmurs, “Oh, sweetheart.”
You try to speak again into the material of Sirius’ shirt, to apologize for coming home like this, but both boys shush you, Sirius rubbing your back while Remus gives your arm a squeeze and leans over to kiss your head.
Remus takes your shoes off for you, and Sirius helps him ease your bag off your shoulder without ever really loosening his hold on you. They move you to the couch. Your boyfriends work in quiet harmony, one always comforting you while the other takes measures to make you more practically comfortable.
“Dove, listen to me,” Remus says after a while. “You’re going to make yourself sick. Take a deep breath.”
You try, inhaling only for it to come jerking back out of you on another sob. “I can’t.”
“You can.” Sirius rubs your back. “Keep trying, baby.”
They talk you through deep breaths for a while, until you start to calm and it’s only Sirius’ voice in your ear, low and reassuring while Remus goes to get something from the kitchen.
He passes you a cold glass of water when he gets back, while Sirius is scraping damp pieces of hair back from your face. Presses it into your hands.
You sniffle. “I’m not really thirsty.”
“You’re going to be dehydrated after all that. You don’t have to drink it all at once,” he says, and the message is clear: but you do have to drink it. “Take your time if you need to.”
You take a shaky breath, bringing the glass to your lips.
“There you go.” Sirius kisses your cheek. You love and hate when they gang up on you like this. You’re between them on the couch, quite literally the center of attention. It’s both comforting and overwhelming. “Now, are you ready to say what’s wound you up so badly?”
You swallow, nodding. “Sorry,” you say, and you still sound congested, “I didn’t think anyone was home.”
Sirius tsks. “You know the s word is banned.” He somehow manages to strike a tone that’s both loving and stern. “You don’t get to start bending the rules because you’ve had a bad day.”
“You shouldn’t feel like you can’t cry when we’re here, either, sweetheart,” Remus adds.
“Probably wouldn’t have made such a spectacle of it, though.” You attempt a feeble smile. Neither boy looks amused. “It was only that I got my rejection from the Lunds job.”
“Oh.” Remus' face creases with sympathy. He rubs your thigh. “You really wanted that one, yeah?”
You shrug, but tears fill your eyes again against your will, dribbling down your cheeks. “I thought I had a good feeling about that one,” you whisper. Sirius starts stroking between your shoulder blades again. “It was stupid.”
“I’m beginning to think we should ban every s word,” Sirius mutters. There’s no bite to it, though, and when you crack a smile he kisses underneath your ear. “It wasn’t stupid, baby. You were excited about it.”
Remus’ voice is a low hum. “It’s not just about this one job, though, is it?”
You look at him, tasting salt in the seam of your lips.
“You’ve been anxious about all this for a long while,” he says, thumb moving over your knee in a slow, soothing back-and-forth. “I think you put all your stock into this one, and now it’s caught up to you, but this was never the only one that mattered. You can still find a job somewhere else.”
“I just…” You draw in a breath, trying to steady yourself. “I thought I was so perfect for this one. If they didn’t want me” —your voice wavers— “how can I expect to ever get one?”
“Angel, I love you, and you know I think you’re a genius ahead of your time,” says Sirius, “but that is some very shoddy reasoning. You’ve no idea who else applied. They might’ve had fucking superman in their stack of applications, and you could’ve been their second choice. That’s not going to happen every time.”
“But it is still,” Remus tells you, taking your hand in his, “very hard to feel like you weren’t good enough. I’m sure all you’ve been putting in without getting results weighs on you, yeah?”
You bite down hard on your lower lip to keep from bursting into tears again. Somehow Remus always knows how to get to the heart of the issue.
“Yeah,” you say softly.
“Oh, I know, sweet girl.” He pulls you into his side, kissing your head. “You’ve worked so hard. But it’ll all pay off in the end, alright? What’s say we have a break for tonight. No more applications, just relaxing.”
“Yeah,” Sirius agrees for you. “After a good cry like that, I think a film and some cuddles are in order.”
“These aren’t already cuddles?” you joke wetly.
He makes an offended squawking noise. “Not proper ones. Get your cozies on and let Rem make us a hot cocoa, babydoll, and then we’ll remind you what real cuddles are like.”
I had my car’s battery die the other day (still don’t know why) and I thought it would be cute if the same thing happened to reader… so like maybe she’d be on the phone with Remus and Sirius be like “my car died which sucks lol” and he’d leave work early just to help her jump start her car 😍
Sorry about your car battery babe! That used to happen to me all of the time. I wasn't quite sure who you wanted the love interest to be in this one, but since you mentioned both Remus and Sirius I went with poly wolfstar, hope that's alright <3
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader ♡ 757 words
When Remus arrives home, you seem to be bickering at Sirius while he rifles through his trunk.
“I know he said they were in here somewhere.”
“Your manager is going to be so upset with you,” you fret. “I could’ve caught the bus.”
“Yes, but why would you when you have a perfectly good car and a perfectly capable boyfriend?” Sirius turns to toss one of his flippant grins at you, and he catches sight of Remus coming up behind him. “Hello.” He greets him with a kiss, pleasantly surprised. “I didn’t know you were walking home, love, I’d have picked you up.”
“It’s fine,” says Remus. “I thought you were at work.”
“He was.” You seem unable to choose between feeling cross with Sirius and guilty with yourself, but you’re definitely distressed. “He left work early, just because I texted you guys.”
“You know,” Sirius drawls, “some people want a partner who would drop everything to come help them.”
“I wouldn’t have said anything if I’d known you were going to leave work!”
Remus understands your upset. Sirius is perpetually on thin ice with his manager—who, in Remus’ completely unbiased opinion, is a tyrant who expects far too much sacrifice from his employees—and Remus would feel bad too if he further jeopardized Sirius’ job by accidentally calling him away from work early. But also, you’re going to be late for work if you can’t get your car started.
“You need his car here to get a jump, dove,” Remus says. He can feel Sirius’ smugness like an aura about him, but Remus ignores it.
You sigh, resigned but dispirited. “You didn’t have to come home, either. I was only complaining to complain.”
Remus smiles and stretches out his arm. You fit yourself under it automatically. “I wanted to see if I could help,” he murmurs, kissing the top of your head in greeting. “Don’t be upset, okay?”
You’re easily mollified by a soft touch and a loving tone. “Okay,” you mumble. Remus kisses your head again in thanks.
“Alright.” Sirius stops digging around in the trunk, spreading his hands helplessly. “Are we sure we ever had jumper cables?”
“We do,” Remus says. He lets you go to join Sirius, showing him the compartment where the spare tire and other essentials are kept.
“Oh, a secret extra trunk. Excellent. Now, does anyone know how to use these?”
Remus has always been a public transportation beneficiary and Sirius was raised posh, so the three of you end up cloistered around Sirius’ phone watching a video about how to jump start a car.
“Seems easy enough,” says Sirius. “So, we start my car first, then?”
“We start neither car before all the cables are attached,” you say, while Remus gives his boyfriend a worried look.
“It seems important that we do everything in order,” Remus agrees. “Considering we’re working with electricity and such.”
None of your objections seem to put a dent in Sirius’ confidence, however. Though nothing you’re doing involves working with grease, he takes his work shirt off “to keep it from getting dirty” and ties his hair back. It’s all rather dramatic, Remus knows, but he can’t find it in himself to protest. Neither can you, apparently.
“Okay, so that one goes on the positive one.”
“Right.” You tear your eyes from your boyfriend’s tattooed abdomen, visibly forcing yourself to concentrate on the battery. “Uh…”
“The one with the plus sign, doll.”
Sirius’ eyes dance with mirth, but he delivers the instructions patiently until both cables are connected and Remus is turning the ignition in Sirius’ car.
“Okay, now yours!” Sirius calls to you.
Remus hears the croaking sounds of your car trying to start, but then the engine roars to life.
“Beautiful!”
Remus gets out of Sirius’ car to see you beaming at each other, your upset over his leaving work clearly forgotten. Sirius looks like he’s about to pat your car approvingly, so Remus catches his hand before he can burn himself. Sirius appears not to notice the interception, only squeezing his boyfriend’s hand excitedly.
“I’ll pull out of your way so you can get out of here,” Sirius says, backing towards his car.
“Wait!” Your door opens, and you come running out. “Just one thing first.”
You take Sirius’ face in your hands, planting a heavy kiss on his lips. He looks half dazed when you pull away and come for Remus, your mouth warm and sweet on his.
You break away with a giant grin on your face. “Thanks,” you say breathlessly.
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