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I only write for the marauders.Ā
I do smut, hurt/comfort, fluff/romance, platonic, headcanons, blurbs, imagines, and oneshots.
I do write eating/weight/appearance issues (such as EDās, acne, etc).Ā
I do write background ships/requests for ships.Ā
I donāt do angst or stories (the occasional part 2 of a oneshot/blurb, but never a series).Ā
I wont be doing nsfw headcanons right at this moment ( I might in my own time, but not requests )
ABSOLUTELY NO LITTLE SPACE.
Iām not okay with writing suicide/heavy depression.
For smut, I am not okay with piss/reproductive kinks, heavy bdsm, cnc/dubious consent, rape, and anal (depending).
I will not write wolfstar x reader smut.Ā
I do write eating/weight/appearance issues (such as EDās, acne, etc).Ā
Though I donāt write wolfstar x reader, I will write Marauders x reader smut (you have to be specific if you want Peter included, because if you donāt mention anything I will include him).Ā
Like I just stated, if you donāt include whether you want Peter or not, I will just include him. (Eg:ā the Maraudersā¦.ā Will have Peter included).Ā
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Might start writing again lol š¤£š¤£ everything needs to be updated but I wanna write about the golden trio (+Dracoās friends) and MHA. Iāll still write for Marauders but I just want this to be fun.
Anyways, let me know what you guys think šš even if I get 1 note Iāll just assume thatās a yes and Iāll continue writing again!!
bruh im reading over my smut fics rn and its so embarresing, how can I just live knowing I have commited such atrocius sins by writing such plotless junk. Not even treasurable junk, just complete utter trash that will polute the earth and kill us all in 20 years.Ā
anyways dropping a foursome fic with lowkey (highkey) James + Rem being subs and idk how to feel about it.Ā
Prompt: Early morning cuddles with James, a sunset, and a very annoying crow.Ā
Word Count: 0.3kĀ
Content: fluff, G/N readerĀ
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The window creaked as the wind shook it, the day was young and nearly everybody in the quiet dorm was sleeping. Nearly. James' eyes stared ahead, towards the hard ceiling that he swore had patterns in it. Though, when others looked they didnāt see it.Ā
James's hand crept up the low of your back, slow strokes guided down then back up again. He couldnāt sleep, he thought he had full vision before he realised his glasses still sat on his nose.Ā
A black crow scorned as it passed by the window, its caw flying through the early morning sky that was a hue of baby blues and mellow pinks. The clouds sat on the horizon, the sun just about to peak from its rest.Ā
The bird woke you up, your head inching into James's side as your arm clung tightly to his side. āHey,ā his soft voice greeted you, his hand had the softest touch- it felt warm under your shirt as he ran a thumb up your spine.Ā
He tried to lull you back to sleep, a silent prayer on his mind as he saw you squeeze back into him and your muscles relaxed. But then your eyes opened, blinking up at him as you moved to lay on your elbow.Ā
āHi,ā you say, moving your arm around his waist up into the air with a mighty stretch that makes you breathe out in contentment.
āGood morning,ā he whispers in his doughy voice, moving himself into a stretch because before he was constrained to your body and vowed to not move despite being uncomfortable.Ā
āWhat time is it?ā You asked, rubbing your eyes as you tried to look at the clock. James beat you to it, his hand guided behind your ear and his fingers sliding along your scalp. āJust after five,ā he explains, pulling you closer.Ā
āMmā perfect, get to sleep in,ā you mumble with a sleepy smile, sinking back down into James's open chest as your leg rolls over his hips. His lips meet the crown of your head, his hand retrieving back down to your back with that same gentle slow stroke.Ā
āYeah, perfect,ā he smiles, his chest rising with a breath and before it takes another you are passed out in his arms again.Ā
āAbsolutely perfect,āĀ Ā
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soil and dirt part two? where he fucks āmad and needyā reader
As requested, pt 2 ;) , might make a pt.3... maybe.
Soil & Dirt PT.2Ā
Link to Soil & DirtĀ
Prompt: After Peter leaves you unsatisfied in the greenhouse, you have to wait till lunch to get your reward.Ā
Word Count: 1.8kĀ
Content: NSFW, angry & frustrated reader, described femine reader, pussy eating, clit play, bit of crying, cocky & soft Peter cause I said so, bit of dirty talk, revenge ;)Ā
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Lunch was a disaster, your mind a constant battle with the present and past. Your body felt heated, upset, and wounded from Peterās sinister games. Face red with either flustation or frustration, your fork in a death grip as you puncture a grape.Ā
Lily took notice, and so did Mary but she knew better than to worsen your state so she kept quiet. Lily, however, could not do the same.Ā
āYou alright?ā She asked, taking a bite out of her sandwich as you pulled on a smile. Your panties drenched with a certain type of lust only your boyfriend could achieve, you nod anyway.Ā
āYeah of course,ā you say, chewing on your fruit as you hear a sweet laugh fill the air, a mix of a deep chuckle and pure amusement. Your eyes look over, seeing Peterās head leant back as his group of friends raved over some silly joke.Ā
This time, a strawberry was stabbed and the fork scraped forcefully against the bowl. A tad more force and the utensils would have broken, much like your earlier ruined orgasm.Ā
You thought bitterly to yourself, watching him eat his sandwich like he hadnāt just played you for the fool you were. How could he sit there and laugh? Wasnāt your pain enough for him to bow down and become insufferable with grief? You had to look away, a pout on your lips that Peter just noticed as he turned to see you. His smirk widened, seeing your tense shoulders that he would later sink his hands into and wind down your anger with battled pleasure.Ā
You finished your food quickly, organizing your used plates neatly on the table as you got up and walked swiftly past the boys. Peter watched you pass, eyes narrow as you pushed your chin out and didnāt even spare him a single glance. He realized his mistake and sighed, watching your hips taunt before you turned the corner and headed down the hall.Ā
Your steps lead you to the Gryffindor portrait, arms crossed as you lean against the wall and wait for your troubled boyfriend. The longer you wait the more you feel desperate, breath uneven in whispers.Ā
You get excited at the sounds of footsteps, heart racing as you dampen your angry stance and try to look more fluent. But it was only a second year passing by; your eyes closed in irritation, arms folded back over your chest as the young boy took notice and hurried away down the hall.Ā
A few moments pass, Peter's head seen down the stairs as his body later follows until he is standing right before you. You turn your head, not offering a word while waiting for him to open the portrait so you can finally get the ending you deserve.Ā
āIf I didnāt know any better Iād say mālove is upset,ā he starts, you glare and hold back your tongue so you donāt yell at him in front of the paintings. āOpen the door Peter,ā you say, having to look away from his teasing smile as he steps in front of the singing lady and says the password.Ā
Once it opened you slid under his arm that held the door, walking into the common room, not sparing it a second look before heading straight up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Peter follows close behind, watching your skirt swish with the movement.Ā
You turned to a corridor, walking through it with quicker steps as you knew what awaited. Anticipation motivated you, hand leapt out and turned the door knob as you opened it and walked into the window-lit room.Ā
Your legs carried you to his bed, falling onto it as Peter shut the door behind you. He kicked off his shoes, watching as you got comfy on your stomach and head tucked into his pillows.Ā
A series of complaints then started, muffled by the fabric and Peter knew heād have to spend the rest of the afternoon winning you over. He leaned on the bed, knees dipping into the mattress as his hand came to rub your exposed thigh.Ā
āDonāt touch me,ā you speak loudly, lifting your head and turning to look at him. He sighs, continues to place his hand on your thigh and gently squeezed the muscle.Ā
āHow am I supposed to make you feel better if I canāt touch you?ā He asks reasonably, hand travelling quickly as it disappears briefly under your skirt. His fingers just graze your ass before you turn on your back, swatting his hand away with a matching frown. He bites his lip, seeing your daggers for a stare and places his hands on his thighs.Ā
Your eyes look briefly down at your skirt, then to his trousers with a full pout. Peter wasnāt a genius but he knew what that meant, he knew better than to leave your desperate stares unnoticed.Ā
Your stomach fluttered, making it impossible to express your feelings. Frustrated tears welled up behind your lash line, leaking down your cheeks as a sob racked through your body.Ā
āOh, baby,ā Peter's voice whispered softly, his face deepened with concern as he cupped your cheek gently and rubbed away leaking tears with his thumb. ā'm sorry, I was being mean wasnāt I?āĀ
āMh-hm,ā you hum, pulling away from his soft hands and hiding your face behind your own shaky ones as you wipe at your tears. They didnāt stop, your chest rising with each sharp inhale as you tried to remain situated. You wanted Peter to know how angry you were but it was coming out in emotional distress.Ā
āI was so close Peter,ā you exhale, voice pale from crying as you look at him with culprit-induced eyes. He nods, lips in a frown and you canāt help but find it attractive.Ā
āLet me make it up to you,ā he offers, tucking hairs away from your wet cheeks as he pulls them behind your ears. You nod, breathing in slowly as the tears shortly stop. He smiles, lifting your chin and placing a long kiss on your lips. Once you kiss him back a grin replaces his frown, trailing his lips down your jaw and towards your collarbone.Ā
āDid I tell you how pretty you looked in this outfit?ā He asks, lifting the loose blouse that was tucked into your skirt. You donāt fall for his kind words, still upset from his earlier antics. āDonāt soften me up, māangry,ā you huff, in which Peter chuckles and unbuttons the shirt swiftly. You let him pull it down your shoulders, leaning up a bit so he can toss it away onto the floor.Ā
āI can tell, thatās okay Iāll fuck you good and youāll be my sweet girl again hm?ā He whispers against your naval, kissing up until your bra hides what he once felt this morning. You sigh, his eyes looking up at you as he unhooks the garment and slides it off your shoulders. āI didnāt hear a no,ā he grins, you rolled your eyes and felt his warm lips kiss the valley in between your breasts.Ā
āMāgetting the silent treatment?ā He asks, breath tickling your goosebump-ridden skin and his fingers massage your aching mounds. His thumb rolled over your nipple, leaving you little time to get used to the feeling before his tongue licked over the perk bud, swirling it gingerly before sucking greedily.Ā
A pretty gasp left your lips, back arching just enough to press yourself against Peter's looming body. You grinned, mind happy with the pleasure as your fingers threaded through his hair and pushed him down your stomach. Peter listened without words, his finger hooking the hem of your skirt and helping you wiggle out of it. He kissed under your navel as he pulled down your soaked panties, tossing them somewhere you wonāt be able to find.Ā
āFuck,ā he rasps, fingers running up through your folds and collecting the desperation. Your hips twitch as his finger nicks your clit, hips grounded to try and get closer. He looked up at you, seeing your forced pout. āMade you wait like this?ā He asked, a bit proud of himself that he could achieve such a state.Ā
You nod, combing back his messy hair as you pull him closer between your parted thighs. āYeah, sāmean and rude!ā You chanted, upset at the thought as Peter shakes his head.Ā
āBit mean of me Iāll admit, but the wait makes it feel better,ā he promises, his baby blue eyes intimate with your own. You pull away, still furious but your stomach knotted at his gaze. āOh shut up, māwaited enough,ā you mumble and he agrees with you, licking up your slit and blowing teasingly against your swollen clit.Ā
āOh Peter, fuck,ā you whisper, moving your legs so they rest against his shoulders. Your thighs shake, and his tongue continues down your folds, pushing his tongue inside. Your hips melt, fluttering at his touching and you press yourself further into his face.Ā He rubs your clit with his thumb, pressing in with deep circles.Ā
You bit your lip as you leaned your head back against his pillows, throat exposed as you let him toy around. It wouldnāt take long until you were sobbing and releasing all over his face. You hated how he was right, the waiting made it better. So much better.Ā
Cheeks flushed, eyes rolled back inside your skull as gasping moans filled the room. Peter's sounds muffled against your body, possibly enjoying this more than you. His cock was hard, leaking against his boxers. All morning his mind was filled with images of his cock stuffing you, heād fuck you for hours if he could.
āThatās it! Thatās it!ā You whined, desperate as your body warmed and a sensation built up quickly. Peterās thumb never faulted as his tongue still prodded your gushing pussy, suffocating once you trapped his head in between your thighs and lost it once your climax released.Ā
Your thighs are sticky with sweat, gently prying off his head as he pulls back and breathes properly. His eyes are shining, matching his glistening lips as you bring your head back.Ā
āFuck that was good,ā you pant, tits rising with each inhale as your fingers untangle from his blond locks. He nods, sitting up on his knees as he unbuckles his trousers.Ā
āUh-uh,ā you taut, closing your aching thighs and hiss at the friction. He squinted his eyes, letting out a sharp, āwhat?ā as you watch his cock press painfully against the fabric.Ā
āYou can wait till after dinner,ā you hum in thought, turning around and leaning over the bed to fetch your panties. Peter gets a full view of your swollen goods, his breath hard as he watches you hide the pretty sight behind the fabric.Ā
āAre you kidding me?ā He asked, sitting confused on his ruffled bed as you quickly put on your outfit. You just buttoned up your shirt and tucked it into your skirt as you leaned over, kissing him with a giggle. āItās better if you wait,ā you explain with revengeful eyes, quickly slipping out of his room and waving with an innocent smile.Ā
He watched the door close, cheeks flushed with red as he licked over his lips, the sweet taste invading his senses. āFucking tease,āĀ
Bestie I have a question and don't feel obligated to ask I'm just new and don't know but how old are you? I'm not trying to be mean or anything and say "you can't write fanfiction at your age" or anything. I'm just curious š§”š„°
i'm not an adult if thats what you are asking (in my country atleast, classification of adult is very different in each place). I'm an older teen, have my licenes & a job.
BUT FOR CLARIFICATION: I AM A MINOR (lmao lowkey a freak writing smut, god damn).
LM>aoJAgYAg no I'm jk. I dont know why but my week long break turned into a five month break so ya know, stuff happens. I am on summer holiday now so hopefully I can get back to posting. Also fell out of my marauders phase but I got back into it just recenetly. I might even expand my writing and take requests for golden trio era stuff too... (idc what anybody says Harry & Ron are HOT, so is Neville).
Planning on posting tonight anyways so....
tags: outdated tags.... AND MY TAGS ARENT WORKIING SO GREAT
Yes they are! But please beware that I have very bad time managament skills so requests may take a bit. And by a bit I mean a very long time, though I'll try to get to yours soon.
š§ø- This is my first request. Maybe James or Sirius is the readers older (by year) brother and they are really protective because of something that happened in the past. they could walk in on Remus and their sister kissing or something and they go all big brother on him. Maybe they both do because the other feels like a big brother to her aswell.
forget how long this took me to make, I hope you enjoy!
Remus gets caught Kissing James's Sister [ R.L ]
Prompt: Sirius and James walk into their dorm to an unwelcoming surprise.
Note: Sirius is treated as your brother, this takes place in their 7th year after he moved in with the Potters.
Reader: uses she/her pronouns (gender isnāt concerned other than feminine pronouns ).
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: kissing, hints towards Welsh Remus with an accent, James & Sirius being dramatic and embarrassing, slight talk of past abusive bf, background jily, mention of throwing up but not described, comment to add more.
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James and Sirius were laughing contagiously as they got to the common room, snickering about something that wasnāt exactly humorous to the average person.
āWe have to go tell Remus!ā Sirius cackled, sliding closer to the stairs as James followed right behind his tail. āOh, we will! Heāll lose his mind!ā James said with a hand on Siriusās arm for stability, he grew a grin as he thought of something.
āRace ya?ā
āyouāre on!ā
Both boys almost trampled a first year who was trying to get down the steps, their loud rambunctious noise alerting everyone that they were up to no good. Finally, they got to the stairs and whipped the door open. Immediately their laughs went to a halt, their wide eyes meeting another set of wide eyes.
āWhat the fuck are you doing?ā James asked in disbelief as you quickly stumbled out of Remusās bed and immediately tried to explain to your brother what was happening. But he didnāt listen, almost instantly pointing an accusing finger at Remus who had also awkwardly stood beside you.
āMoony! What the hell are you doing with my baby sister?!ā James bellowed loudly, shushing him embarrassingly because you knew almost half of the Gryffindor tower had heard his claim.
āJames! Will you just stop for a second and listen to me?ā You yelled back, arms crossed and Sirius was standing in awe and.. disgust? Just as quick as James, he began to get angry at the sight. ā______, what the fuck are you doing love?! You arenāt supposed to be talking to boys till youāre thirty!ā Sirius exclaimed, earning a scoff.
āSirius knock it off, mum and dad donāt have an issue-ā
āMum and dad know! And we didnāt?!ā Both boys say in agony, Sirius prancing into the room as he starts to pace back and forth in thought. You were a bit worried, you wanted to tell them on your own accords.
āMate, will you just listen,ā Remus sighed, rubbing your lower back to try and get you to calm down. James noticed and spun around with a dramatic wail as he shut the door tight.
āGet your hands off her!ā He scoffed, both brothers couldnāt believe the sight. How long has this been going on? With their best friend even!
āNo,ā Remus muttered, a bit disgruntled now as they started to act viler than they needed to be. You grabbed his hand to signify that you wouldnāt let go of him either, now glaring at your brother, before sending a dangerous look at Sirius.
James had to take a deep breath, rubbing his face roughly as Sirius had a hand on his hip. āHow dare you moony,ā he accused with a sass, Remus could only roll his eyes.
āWe trusted you to be alone with our baby and youāre exploiting her!ā Sirius almost growled and Remus began to her defensive, āsheās not a little kid!ā Remus argued back, āshe is literally only 11 months younger than James!ā
āHow is he exploiting me!? I love him, James,ā you explain with desperation, Sirius gagging in the corner of the room āIām gonna throw up!ā He cried, running to the bathroom.
āOh my Merlin, youāre gonna kill pads, _______!ā James says and follows Sirius in the bathroom. You grow worried, you thought they would be a bit upset but they were acting like children. You tear up and turn your face, Remus scowling as youāre left alone for merely a second.
āItās alrightā¦ā he whispered with a start, gently cupping your cheek and leaning down to capture your lips in a chaste kiss. āHow about you wait in the common room? Lilyās down there,ā
āBut Rem-ā
āItās alright, theyāre being gitās and you donāt deserve that. Iāll clear it up with them. Theyāre not mad at you okay? Theyāre mad at me,ā Remus sighed, rubbing the nape of his neck with slightly shut eyes.
āBut you didnāt do anything wrong!ā You plead, hugging him tightly with as much love as you can handle. He rubs your shoulder, kisses your head and then guides you towards the shut door.
āI know, but theyāre convinced I did. Iāll talk with them and weāll be back to normal by dinner,ā Remus promised with a small grin that was fake, you pout and he sent you out the door. āDoes this mean now we can cuddle in the common room?ā
āNo!ā Sirius and James yell from the bathroom, you grow flushed as you realise they could hear you the entire time. āCourseā it does' ' he grins and parts your hair back, giving a small kiss as he shoos you down the step with a swat to your behind. You turn and gasp but he only sends a small smirk before kissing the air and shutting the door close behind you. Instead of doing what he wishes of you, a few steps take you just directly outside the warm wooden door. You lean your ear on it, questioning why itās so quiet before a series of yells and russels are exchanged in what seems like a foreign tongue. The inside of your cheeks is hollow, biting the flesh to keep yourself at bay. Remus stays quiet, which you assume because his accent is heavy when heās questioned. Sirius and James, who you now loathe, are screaming, going quiet, Sirius cries, then once more screaming.
āYou know what happened last time with that fucker-ā James is out of breath, offended and worried for his little sister's love life. Without seeing them, you know Sirius is nodding with dramatic tears on his waterline. Your heart pings with weight, knowing what James meant and appalled he even brought it up.
āI know- donāt you dare say I donāt,ā Remus finally speaks in calm rage, his voice dripping dangerous venom at his mate's words. āYou really think Iām like that? James, I love erā, māhave for a great while,ā he declares, your cheek growed irritated at how hard your teeth grind against it. The sound of Remus uttering those words makes you weak and wobbly, the first time heās ever said it and youād hate to admit that you wish you were the first to hear it, not your bloody brothers.
āWell we love her too, I just donāt want her to get hurt again,ā
He sniffles, Remus knew they did, but he couldnāt help rolling his eyes at their obvious tendency.
āSheās brilliant, you know that,ā Remus starts, rubbing a hand through his hair in frustration. He let it go with a breath, he completely understood where they were coming from, but he still hated it. āYou acted like complete pricks, go apologise,ā
āRem-ā
āDonāt kid around, she was nearly in tears from your stupid performances. It was just a kiss,ā he explained, āyou acted like fools,ā Remus went over to his bed and fixed the sheets that crumpled, his lips still tasting like your fruity chapstick as his stomach rumbled from the aroma.
āOkay, but I did really throw up,ā Sirius explained, backing towards the door as Remus glared over at him. He sensed his mistake and looked at James in terror for help.
āFine, will go apologies,ā Sirius then sighs at James' glaring look as well, his lip pouting as his best friends turned on him just as quickly as he turned on Remus.
āGood,ā Remus says and thatās the last thing you near before you're scurrying down the steps, tripping halfway then crawling to the sofa where lily is sitting with a raised eyebrow.
āYou alright?ā She asks, fixing the hair that fell in whispers along your cheek and you gave her a cheeky smile. āRem says he loves me,ā you gush, she smiles and is about to say something til three shoving boys come down the steps.
āJames,ā she questioned at his guiltily look, quite recently the two have been going on dates (or ājust a butter beerā as lily likes to call it), he sighs and his shoulders deflate.
āWeāreā¦ā Sirius led on, not being able to mutter that word, he never could and he didnāt want to learn. But he could make an exception for his little sister (apparently not his younger brother). Remus nudged both of them and James breaks down onto his knees, hugging your leg dramatically as you grow embarrassed from the looks of other Gryffindors.
āJames stop it!ā You hush in a whisper, yanking your leg away and bringing it up on the sofa. You take another look around the room and try not to snap at both of them. āWeāre sorry,ā he cries, lily watching with false eyes as she wonders why she ever liked this sobbing man.
āYou can kiss Remus whenever you want,ā Sirius nods, Remus jabbing his palm into the dog's back to share his hostility. Sirius looks around with a wounded face before getting on his knees next to James.
āWeāll get you whatever you want,ā he pleads with his hands bound together, you are coated in embarrassment as your brothers make a greater fool of themselves. Remus is smiling at your flushed state and the two brothers canāt help but tease their younger sister. āWe wonāt stop until you forgive us,ā
āFine! Fine, get up you idiots! Now,ā you scold and watch them both laugh as they climb onto their feet. Remus sits beside you and wraps an arm around your shoulder. Kissing your forehead as heās happy the secret is out now, not having to feel stressed and guilty whenever his friends ask him about his āfutureā lover.
āNo,ā Sirius sneers at the sight, biting the air as he feels a familiar gagging sensation form below his Adamās apple. James' face is scrunching into disgust as Remusās lips tickle below your ear and cause you to giggle.
āOh please James, donāt act like I havenāt seen you snogging Lily behind the three broomsticks,ā you nag at him, he flushed as Lily stood up with her book. āDonāt bring me into this, I was minding my own business,ā
āBut mālily flower,ā James whines, following after her as the portrait closes behind them. Sirius sulks back up to the common room to wail into his silky pillows. You smile and glance up at Remus, tilting your head perfectly for his face to move along yours and kiss your wanting lips.
āI love you,ā he whispered finally, a low breath exhaling right after as he leans his head back against the sofa. You watch his throat, then take a look towards his smooth face. āOh I know,ā you speak back with the same slow whisper, Remus quirks an eyebrow and leans back down to plant small kisses against your jaw as you sit in relief, the worst is over. āSmart arse,ā he nips against your mouth, you let out a faint chuckle as your arms snag around his neck, finally getting your wish.
Can i request something with remus or sirius with a ftm reader? it can be whatever you want
YES ABSOLUTELY, I chose Sirius so I hope you donāt mind!
Sirius & his S/O whoās ftm [ S.B ]
Prompt: Sirius cuts your hair to a new length.
Reader: ftm (no pronouns mentioned)
Word Count: 0.7k
Warning: slight dysphoria, scissors, Sirius is a golden retriever boyfriend, might not apply to all hair types, comment to add more.
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āBaby I do not think this is a good idea-ā you question him before itās too late, but Sirius is already sitting you down on his bed with a pair of dangerous scissors. You flinch away before he nearly stabs you with it.
āDo not be ridiculous, let me do it, please! Pretty please,ā he whines and he continues to do so for another five whole minutes until you have to shut him up with a delicate kiss and sigh a āfineā. Heās nearly spinning with excitement as he cuts a dangerously low piece of hair near your ear.
āSirius!ā You exclaim and grab the clump that had fallen on the floor. Was this it? You shake your head and look back over at him but heās nearly glowing with nerves and shushes you to be quiet.
āLet me work or Iāll shave it all off,ā he threatens and you wonder if you both should even be doing this on his expensive bed sheets. But his mother gifted them to him and he mostly didnāt care, he had already damaged it with cigarette burns and ink; Along with the smell of dog and pleasant chocolate, which he stole from Remus on a dangerous afternoon and nearly died by his wrath.
āFine,ā you manage to grumble and close your eyes, why had you been scared? Youāve been meaning to try out a new look for a while, to look like someone else. But if you always were that person, were you truly new? You can always change your appearance, anyone can do that, so this was alright. No consequence, Sirius had said, would come with changing your outside looks to fit the ones within. He promised to protect you if he was wrong and anybody could tell Sirius would go deranged if someone threatened him just right.
Minutes passed, snipping drawing close to your ear and bangs swooped your face. Your bottom lip nearly bled at how hard you grounded your teeth against it. Your eyes opened from how ticklish the cut hair felt, wiping your eyes and Sirius scowled as he was thrown off course.
āStop it, Iām making you beautiful,ā he exclaimed, āand you are ruining it!ā He finished with a final snip, trimming the ends then running his soft hands through the base and up to the front. You shivered at how good it felt, he looked so proud of himself- but somehow he knew this was about you, so he shielded his egotistical view away.
āHoly fuckā¦ā
āWhat?!ā You exclaim nervously, had he messed up? You knew Sirius was a good stylist but he never cut someone elseās hair before. You reach up to grab at your hair and feel it, it felt so light, it felt good.
āYouāre hot! Hotter than me,ā he cried and had to look away, but couldn't stop staring in glory as he then pressed kisses all over your scrunched-up face. He knew you would have been upset from scaring you, but he tried to ease it before you blew.
āSirius! You scared me, you git,ā huffing, you get up away from his groping hands and adventure into his bathroom as you look at the new look. You fiddle with the ends, it was shaggy but it formed your face in a way that made your jaw tighten. A new confidence was formed in the low of your heart, for once truly liking what starred back in the mirror. You dreamed of this, the boyish waves that made your eyes seem infatuated with a proud look. Sirius followed after he cleaned the hair up with a wave of his wand, his arms tight around your waist.
āSo, you like it?ā He asked, combing it back as he watched your happy expression with a smile. You nod, turning around and kissing him deeply before turning back to keep glancing at it.
āI do, thank you,ā you say and then ignore him, he chuckles into your cheek as he places a sloppy kiss against it. He pulled you away from the mirror and ignored your pout, taking your hand and charmingly bringing it to his lips with a wink. āLetās go show you off in the common room?ā He suggested, you debated it but then nodded, escaping down the stairs with you to show off his boyfriendās gorgeous haircut.
YES! absolutly, this took me some time but I hope you dont mind.
Also this is super long, like 3.7k long..
Remus Lupin NSFW Alphabet
Reader: GN
Warning: smut, pure smut. NOT EDITED
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A = Aftercare (what theyāre like after sex)
I feel like he worries too much so heās definitely scared that you didnāt like it or something- āwas there anything I did wrong? Or how can I improve?ā (He doesnāt actually realize that youāre having the time of your life and heās literally a sex god). His aftercare is really sweet though, he brings you honey tea- (imagine, aftercare during the sunrise and heās just opened the curtains and youāre set up in his t-shirt with a steaming mug in your hands while an orange glow invades you both). And he usually gets you snacks and then cuddles you gently. If you have a quickie heāll be very touchy and always whispering in your ear.
B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partnerās)
On himself he loves his eyes, theyāre a chocolate brown and he always enjoys the compliment you give (such as āI can literally get lost in those eyes of yourā or āthey look like honey) has his heart beating like crazy), he also loves the deep brown because it reminds him of his favourite sweet.
He loves all of you, but if he had to choose a favourite it would probably be your hands and wrists. Theyāre always so soft and he likes to trace the likes on your palm. He especially loves to hold them and run his thing along the back of your hand. Then, of course, there are the times when you jerk him off and heās absolutely mesmerized by the small state of them. Then once more when youāre using them to grip at his shoulders and back as he fucks you raw.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
He prefers to use a condom, but his pull out game is unimaginable. If itās a quickie he would prefer to cum in your mouth or chest, but he doesnāt mind (actually finds it amusing) watching his cum lead down your back. Though he enjoys when you cum around his cock, because he loves the grip and the way you shiver against him. On the odd occasion, he would cream pie you but it's a once in a year type of thing, more of a special occasion such as your birthday.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
The first time you guys ever made out was at a Gryffindor party after they won against Slytherin. You were straddling his lap and practically grinding on him as you literally devoured his mouth, both of you drunk and just barely high enough to see straight. He creamed his pants, groaned but played it off, then once you had your fill and sat down beside him he had to act sane with cum in his pants. He was ridiculed and embarrassed, his face flushed the whole night as he kept sharing glances towards you. You had no clue and just thought he was sharing loving looks that night. Remus will die before he admits what happened to him.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what theyāre doing?)
He actually hadnāt been with anyone intimately before, of course, he has his own experience with his body but heās a learning process with others. He doesnāt know much of anything and just listens to reactions, he was quite obedient the first few times and tried to get to know your body. He was given a few hands by some enriched girls but thatās really it, made out with a few of his friends during a drunk spin the bottle (or.. a few times).
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying)
Heās more of a loving guy before a fuck guy, he enjoys intimacy and being close. His favourite is missionary just because he can watch your face and this gives you the best leverage to run your nails down his back. Revere cowgirls get him going as well, usually, if heās feeling tired and stressed and just needs to blow off some steam and watch his baby work.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)
Depends really, he usually doesnāt laugh that much but he would say things that would make you giggle and then heās laughing along with you. He prefers the giggly breathless fucks once in a while, it makes things not seem so serious and focuses more on the loving side, the pressure to please not so bold and demanding.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He is literally a mammoth, like shaving canāt even get rid of it all he has to apply a charm to at least make it look presentable. Heās gotten better recently with keeping it trimmed but itās like every other day he has to attend to it. Itās a bit more curly than his head hair and darker in colour, but of course, he gets frustrated with it quite easily so youāll never see it.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Heās very romantic, but not in a candlelight, rose petals type of way. He just takes his time and enjoys treasuring your body, he runs his hands down your thigh then trails it back up to squeeze at your throat as he kisses your lips. He mutters sweet things and then fucks you like youāve never been fucked before. If heās in a rush heāll be more wordy, trying to get you going without his hands doing much of the work. He is aggressive in a slow way, his grip too tight then immediately loosens, groping your sensitive parts to elicit a whimper then gently soothing it over with his palm. Other times he is just so frustrated he canāt even talk, a bit more rough yet eases in minutes at your wondering touch and by the end of it heās putty.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He touches his cock nearly every day, itās a usual habit when he is in the shower when he just needs to let out some steam. His sex drive is immaculate and he couldnāt bare to fuck you everyday, afraid youād almost die at his pace. So he relies on his right hand and pretends itās yours, but his grip is all too well known and hard, it doesnāt have anything against your soft grasp and unset pace.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
D/S, itās not really a kink of his more like a role he likes. He leans more as a switch and he just likes taking care of you, he always feels insignificant money wise so he tries his best to please you in other ways (such as brushing your hair, getting you snacks and water, cuddles, and reading to you). In the bed itās the same, which isnāt really shocking. He wouldnāt mind switching the roles, all he wants is to please you (and his needs, but thatās besides the point).
Makeup, is this even really a kink? Mascara and lipstick are the only thing he truly prefers, the first time he ever saw you cry with thick black tears rolling down your red cheeks was a sight he will never forget. Or when your lip gloss sticks to his cock and thereās a faint mark you were there, or even the lipstick prints on his throat get him going. He also LOVES doing your makeup for you, then proceeds to absolutely ruin it moments later.
Cock warming, what? It helps him study. He finds it a tad embarrassing to admit, but when heās really having a hard time getting situated and focused he just needs a stabiliser, that of course being your perfect body forming around his cock. He lips to have an arm tightly bound around your waist and his chin on your shoulder as he reads his book, he also loves to see you fumble and plead for me. He truly canāt resist you when youāre wiggling all over him. Though he enjoys it, it never lasts more than thirty minutes.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do)
He prefers his bed, or any place thatās his own. He likes to fuck you on nearly every thing he can find, such as a wall, shower, the floor, outside in the garden, the desk and even the kitchen countertop. It seems to be a mission for him to claim you both on property he likes, if a certain smell entices him he would drag you over and fuck you silly for hours until the smell is mixed in with the cool of your sweet. Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, is better to him then the hot aroma of sex.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A certain outfit will make him go feral, gripping at your clothed flesh and even groping your bum to earn a yelp from you. He will only smirk and kiss your cheek. Once again he loves makeup, so if he kisses your lips and the gloss spreads against his, he immediately needs your lips somewhere else. This is such a specific thing that gets him gulping, if youāre crawling on the bed to try and get to him (whether for a hug or to get a stricken reaction, he just loves the way your ass sways and your shoulder dips. A complication of all three will literally make him cream his pants at the sight.
N = No (something they wouldnāt do, turn offs)
Roleplay- he has an absolute fit over it, costumes he can accept but the minute word play gets involved he starts fuming and refusing to do anything remotely sexual to you. He finds it too humbling, he wants to have sex with you not pretend heās fucking some nurse. Also, the power dominance in things makes his stomach drop. Schooling & professor never caught his fancy, he finds it too manipulative. He never wants to be put into the coppice of coercion even if he has your full consent. Consensual non consent always caught him off guard too, he wants everything to be safe and as non violent as he wants (it also plays into pretending, and he doesnāt want to pretend to do anything of the sorts).
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He doesnāt mind receiving, he particularly prefers it. He likes to wrap his hands in your hair and hold it back, heās quite guilty of being a head pusher and a hip thruster but we love him for it. He will give and heās actually quite skilled at it, his tongue pokes and prods in all the right places. He knows how to coordinate his hands and mouth, often even glances up at you with his chocolate eyes and you can just tell heās smirking against your goods.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Highly depends on his mood, but he enjoys going soft and slow, taking his time to caress everything (heās the master of foreplay and just teases enough to get you dripping). He likes to talk a lot, but other times he stays quiet with dilated eyes to watch your body work right against his. He finds heavy comfort in it all knowing you both were made to move together. Other times, usually when heās having a rough day. He likes to just pound into you to get out those slurry and cut off whimpers that die against the pillows, taking his time to really fuck you good so you know he can. It also is usually just a thing of dominance for him, he likes to make sure heās capable of all things. Itās a bit threatening but trusting at the same time.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He typically doesnāt like these unless heās really desperate, he enjoys taking his time and going multiple rounds. If he absolutely has to, it would be in a spare room or even at a bathroom (though he hates the smell of piss and cleaning supplies, so he has to be loads drunk to even get himself going in such a place. He also feels like you donāt deserve this kind of prison, but if you beg for it heāll do whatever you please). Quickies donāt happen often, at least once a month at best and you usually have to initiate them.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)
He MADE the marauders, of fucking course heās a risky guy. Though his measures are rational and not done in spite and in the moment. He usually talks with you beforehand. His experiments are literally eye roll worthy, in a shaking with glorious pleasure type of way, literally drooling at the mouth. He knows your body way too well so his experiments are catered more to you than it is for himself. His risks are even better, those are rarely planned and he would just decide one day to fuck you behind and alley cause he felt like it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
Depending on the day, he usually can go a few rounds. If heās feeling particularly tired for whatever reason he would usually just go once (this also happens in the early morning or just before heās going to bed, because for some reason you find it absolutely charming when he has a deep throaty voice- it scratches your ears just right. He lasts fairly long, the position definitely has leverage over it though. Doggy he can barely last for five, but missionary he would just prop your legs over his shoulders and fuck you for a bit (of course his thrust are interrupted by kisses and taking his time to respond back to your pleas). He barely lasts in your mouth, especially if you cup his balls and swirl your tongue around his tip.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
No, mostly because he is embarrassed to ever purchase one. But if you certainly brought one along he wouldnāt mind, he actually finds them interesting compared to just regular fucking. He hates to admit this, but he would love to wear a cock ring just to try it. He also wouldnāt mind a vibrator or you taking the anitited and fucking him (but again, this is on rare occasions).
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Somehow unfairness managed to be born with Remus, either by association or just because he was simply meant to be surrounded by it. So naturally he was teasing, without meaning to most times but heās a clever watcher so he could partake in realising his actions caused a trip to the broom closet. He would put a hand on your knee, every more or so inching his way up til his hand was practically just underneath your pelvic. Or other times when he would sneak up behind you and press lightly to your bum with his groyne, you questioned him as he meekly shrugged and said he just needed a hug- he of course, did not want a hug.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He isnāt necessarily a one to make lewd noises, more by chance just small grunts and groans, the occasional whimper and whine whenever heās overstimulated. The volume isnāt too loud, but itās enough so you can hear and literally drool at the mouth because of it. Itās insanely hot for no reason whatsoever.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Lots of people think Remus would be a very hard dom- which is true to some extent, he likes having an order for his day to day and he loves managing other people. But, he actually doesnāt really like punishments, nor the whole hurting you. At odd times (if you ask for it) then sure, heāll do whatever you wish, but thatās only because he loves you. He just has this dire need to protect people, so he takes on a more nurturing role than utterly violent and using you for his own gain. He actually wouldnāt mind if the roles were reversed once in a while, sometimes he just wants to have no worries and let someone else handle the scene.
X = X-ray (letās see whatās going on under those clothes)
You all already know, donāt you? Definitely huge, heās Remus Lupin of course heās huge. However, if we are going into fine detail; he is a bit more lengthy than girthy, his tips probably a bright pinkish but matches the colour of his thin lips. Whatās a bit more interesting is that he has a scar along his thigh to his naval. He isnāt veiny, a few underskin blue lines appearing every so often but not bulging out of his cock. He somehow has the prettiest cock youāll ever see, (but of course, like I stated before- heās Remus Lupin.. so of course heās bound to be pretty everywhere you look).
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Heās young so itās pretty high (Iām not going to mention his lycanthropy cause itās been exploited too much), it also really depends on the time of the week. Usually Mondayās to Thursdayās, never fridays, he has a very high sex drive and wantās to fuck you between his schedule. But then on weekends, despite having a large scale of time with you, he prefers to cuddle and go on small dates- but occasionally if he does feel needy during the weekends, itās usually just slow and soft.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
Surprising he gets tired right after, he himself is just a generally sleepy person but if itās a quick fuck in the broom closet then heās fine and plays it off like nothing really ever happened. But if itās a late night in the dorm heāll comfort you for a good few minutes and do anything you ask of him, but once heās asleep heās out til morning.
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