#marauders x reader

[redheadedflag]

me when im on "x reader tag" looking for fics at 3 am BUT all i find is memes and all the funny posts under the world EXCEPT the fics abt the character :

[kewpieheart]

thinking you’ve struck masterlist gold but get routed to p! links instead

[thebatwitch-yaps]

pregnant reader who is upset her husband left without saying I love you

The moment he arrived home, he began to look for you - his wife. His whole world, his everything only to come face to face with said woman who refused to look at him.

"Please just tell me what is wrong."

"You've stopped loving me!" You wailed.

"And how did you come to that conclusion?"

"You didn't say goodbye, give me a kiss or anything when you left this morning!"

"You were asleep, I couldn't wake you up - not when you lay awake for more than half the night." He smiled softly, relieved that - that was the issue. He was afraid he had messed up somehow without knowing or meaning to. He sighed with his smile still evident. "I don't even think it's possible for me to stop loving you."

You sniffling was muffled as he held you firmly against his chest, refusing to let you go.

"My sweet girl, why would you ever doubt my love for you? Do I not give you every second of my being - devoting it to you solely?" He continued as you just silently began thinking it over, sniffling every once in awhile.

"You're making me feel foolish." You admitted.

"You are not foolish, you have every right to be upset - I should have spoken to you before I left in the morning. And for that, I apologize. Will you forgive me?"

"Only if you say the words you did not say this morning."

He chuckled. "As you wish, love. I love you." He paused, placing a kiss on your cheek."I love you-" Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." Kiss "I love you." His smile only deepened as you let out a stream of giggles, a wide smile now replacing your frown.

"Is that enough for you, my love?" He questioned, holding your face in his hands.

"Maybe once or twice more." You falsely looked as if you were truly debating it.

He attacked your face with kisses before uttering one last, "I love you."

Sure, it was foolish to get upset over trivial things as such but he would never deny you anything. He would be certain to say what he feels for you to ensure your happiness. A very simple girl with a very in love man doesn't seem so bad at the end of the day.

"I suppose I love you too even after the stunt you pulled this morning."

[nicobirdbrainrobin]

Why are all the 'x reader' fics I see mostly smuts? Don't get me wrong, they're great and all but I barely see any fluff or angst around here. I literally just want to feel things without the character lusting over the reader 😭

[yuucide]

why are there some writers on here proudly saying their fanfictions are ai slop

I didn’t come to read a robot’s story 😡 I wanted to read a story written by a writer who’s first language ISNT English ok

[actually-mentally-ill]

[colouredbyd]

bambi, oh bambi

poly!marauders x reader ♡ 3.6k

synopsis: shifting for the first time to surprise your boyfriends leaves you a whirlwind of nerves, but with the guidance of your closest companions, you discover an animagus form that feels entirely, unexpectedly like you.

warnings: sweetheart!reader, r is shy and anxious, r is best friends with regulus and barty, animagus transformation, magic, snow, fluff, panic and anxiety, seasonal cold/snow, mild self-doubt, feelings of nervousness and vulnerability.

You stand nervously in the middle of the snow, your breath rising in small clouds as it meets the crisp winter air. Every nerve in your body feels alive, tingling with anticipation and fear. 

Pandora and Regulus are both staring at you, their expressions calm but attentive, while you panic and spiral quietly to yourself. 

Your thoughts feel heavy, though you are still very much yourself, very much human, in this moment.

“It is completely normal to feel nervous during your first transformation,” Pandora says gently, kneeling slightly in the snow to be closer to your level. 

“Especially when you do not even know what your Animagus will be.”

You shake your head, panic prickling in your chest. “I… I don’t know if I can do this,” you admit, your voice trembling. Your hands fidget with the cuff of your sleeve. “What if I fail? What if I hurt myself?”

Regulus steps a little closer, his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat, his expression composed yet firm. “You will not hurt yourself,” he says, his voice low, carrying a quiet certainty. “I know you. You are careful, and precise. Even your first attempt will not be dangerous.”

Your eyes widen as worry twists in your stomach. “But what if my Animagus is dangerous? What if it is something wild or… I don’t know… something I cannot control?”

Regulus lets out a short, amused chuckle. “You are my best friend. You would not be capable of producing anything dangerous. And honestly, I would not be surprised if it turns out to be something completely harmless. Likea  butterfly.”

You pout, shoulders tense, feeling a little relief at his attempt at humor but still trembling. “I don’t know how to transform. What if I just… cannot do it?”

Pandora opens her notebook carefully, the pages crisp against the cold air. “Don’t worry,” she says, flipping to the page she has marked. 

“We will go through the instructions step by step. Focus on your breathing. Relax your muscles. Visualize the form you wish to take. Imagine every part of your body shifting, folding, and changing until it feels natural.”

Regulus crouches slightly beside you, watching you carefully, his dark eyes bright with encouragement. 

“The first time I transformed,” he says, a faint grin tugging at his lips, “I became a cat. Tiny, soft, and like a black shadow. I hid under the couch for hours because I was terrified I would break something or scare someone. But I learned to control it. You will, too. It is just a matter of patience and practice.”

You bite your lip, your gaze dropping to the untouched snow beneath your feet. “It still feels… impossible.”

Pandora reaches out and gently rests a hand near your shoulder, careful not to startle you. “Nothing worth doing comes without some fear. It is natural. The important part is that you try. That you don’t give up on yourself before you even begin.”

Regulus leans a little closer, lowering his voice to something almost conspiratorial. “I will be right here watching and making sure nothing goes wrong. I promise. And if it does… well, we will handle it together.”

You take a deep breath, feeling the crisp winter air fill your lungs, and step carefully back onto the thin ice near the edge of the frozen stream. You pull your scarf tighter, though it is heavy and awkward against your suddenly smaller frame. 

Pandora kneels a few steps away, her notebook still in her hands. She tilts her head slightly, watching you with gentle patience. “Remember the steps,” she says softly. 

“Relax. Focus. Visualize. You have worked for months for this. You can do it.”

You tense your muscles, every fiber of your body trembling, and let the magic flow. It begins at your toes, a strange tickling warmth that moves up your legs. 

The sensation is dizzying, surreal, like every bone and muscle is bending in impossible ways. Your heart pounds, and you stumble on the ice, flailing slightly before your hooves catch.

When the shift is over, you stare down. Your hooves press into the snow, delicate and firm. Your legs feel both fragile and alive. You take a small, tentative step and then another, testing balance and coordination. 

The cold snow presses against your fur, sparkling on the tips of your coat. 

You flick your ears nervously, eyes wide, and glance toward Pandora and Regulus.

Their reactions hit you like a shock. Pandora gasps softly. “Oh… my…” Her eyes are wide, full of awe.

Regulus steps closer, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, though his voice carries a quiet wonder. “Incredible,” he says, crouching slightly. 

Your tail flicks nervously, and you back up a few steps toward the frozen stream. You pause at the edge and lower your head toward the ice, sniffing, trying to understand yourself in this body.

The reflection that stares back at you makes your chest tighten with disbelief. Small, wide eyes, soft brown fur, and delicate white spots across your back.

A little deer. 

You paw at the snow, testing your legs, and take a careful step forward, then another, discovering the agility in your new form.

Pandora tilts her head, eyes widening with so much joy that she practically glows. Her breath bursts out in a delighted cloud as she claps both hands over her mouth.

“Oh my god, you are like a little fawn!” she squeals, bouncing on her toes as if she cannot contain the excitement. “Look at you! You are tiny and spotted and absolutely precious!”

She crouches down a little, leaning closer with shining eyes.

Regulus chuckles lightly, crouching so he is level with your eyes. “I would never have guessed, but it suits you.”

Your ears twitch at every sound—the whisper of the wind, the crunch of snow beneath Regulus’ boots, the distant caw of a bird. 

A tiny, excited leap carries you forward, snow spraying around your hooves. Your movements are clumsy but joyful, and a little thrill of freedom surges through you. 

Pandora claps her hands softly, and Regulus leans back, eyes bright with amusement and pride.

The snow, the forest, the cold, the magic;; it all feels like it is yours, in this moment, completely and beautifully yours.

The second you shift back into your human body, you stumble straight onto your knees in the snow. A rush of wild exhilaration bursts through your chest, so powerful you can barely breathe.

I did it!” you gasp, practically choking on your own smile. “I did it, I did it! Pandora, Regulus, did you see that?”

You don’t even wait for an answer. You throw yourself at Pandora so fast she lets out a startled squeal of laughter as she catches you.

“You did it, sweetheart!” she cries, gripping your shoulders and shaking you a little in excitement. “You were amazing! I knew you would get it!”

You shake with excitement and cling to her a moment longer before turning and launching yourself at Regulus. 

He stands with his arms half-raised, pretending he is not expecting it, although his eyes soften the moment you collide with him.

“Regulus!” you gasp, grabbing the front of his coat and practically bouncing on your feet. “i was a deer—a real deer! with spots and hooves and everything!”

His arms come around you slowly, steady and grounding, as if he wants to hold onto your excitement without letting it overwhelm you. His voice is low, smooth, calm.

“I know,” he says. “I saw the entire thing.”

You pull back a little, cheeks flushed, breath quick. “Did I look strange? Did I look ridiculous?”

He tilts his head, meeting your worried gaze, and a small, almost imperceptible smile touches his lips. “No. You were amazing,” he says softly. “Even when if the transformation was a little sloppy, it was perfect. You handled it better than anyone could have expected.”

You cover your face with your hands, heart pounding, and he gently moves your fingers aside, brushing snow from your hair.

“But you were also adorable,” he adds quietly. “A very, very adorable deer.”

You couldn’t help but feel giddy on the inside at Regulus’s praise. 

He may have been your best friend and closest companion, but it was rare for Regulus, of all people, to show any emotion at all—let alone let his pride seep through the cracks of his carefully maintained walls.

A word of praise from Reggie, meant the world to you. It made your chest feel lighter, your heart warmer, and every bit of hard work you’d poured into becoming an Animagus feel completely worth it.

Pandora laughs again, brushing snow off your sleeve. “You should be proud. What a beautiful Animagus form.”

Regulus steps back and lifts one eyebrow. “Well then. Off you go, amour. Go show your boyfriends before you burst from excitement.”

You gasp dramatically and clutch Pandora’s hands. “We have to go. I need to tell them right now.”

Pandora squeezes your hands with the same excitement. “Go. They will be thrilled.”

****

“James!” you call the moment you burst into the common room. 

You don’t even wait for him to answer — you grab his wrist with both hands and start tugging. “Come on, come on, come on, I need to show you something!”

James barely has time to blink. “Merlin, love— what’s got into you?” He’s stumbling after you, curls bouncing, but he’s already smiling because you’re smiling.

“Sirius!” you call over your shoulder. “Remus! Get over here!”

A groan answers you from the couch. “It’s snowing,” Sirius complains, dramatically wrapping himself tighter in a blanket. “Do you know what snow does to my hair?”

“You’ll survive!” you say, breathless and glowing. “Please, Pads, it’s really— really— really important.”

Before Sirius can argue again, Remus appears from the hallway, book still in hand, scarf slung over his arm. He takes one look at you, practically vibrating with joy, and his whole expression softens.

He steps forward and gently cups your face with both cold hands. “Dovey,” he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your cheek, “take a breath. You’re shaking.”

“I know,” you say, grinning so hard your eyes crinkle. “I’m sorry— I just— it’s important, Moony.”

“No apologizing.” He smiles faintly. “Just slow down enough so we can keep up with you.”

“Right— right, okay,” you say, even though you’re still bouncing a little on your toes.

Sirius slinks over now, muttering under his breath, blanket still draped around him like a cape. “This better be worth frostbite.”

“It is,” you say, nearly squealing.

James squeezes your hand, brows raised in playful intrigue. “Are we going to pull a prank? Because if this is about causing some trouble, I’d like to mentally prepare first.”

“No! Well— no. Not this time.” You tug him closer. “It’s a surprise.”

Remus lets out a small, fond sigh and flicks his wand. Scarves whoosh out of his bag and wrap themselves neatly around each of your necks, warm as a cup of tea. 

“If we’re going out,” he says, adjusting yours with gentle fingers, “we’re doing it without any of you getting sick.”

Sirius brightens immediately as the warmth hits him. “You should’ve led with the free winter gear,” he says, looping his scarf twice. “Very persuasive.”

“Alright,” James says, squeezing your shoulders, “where to, sweetheart?”

“Outside,” you say, practically glowing. “Hurry!”

Sirius opens the door with a flourish, snow drifting in on a soft, icy breeze.

You step into the center of the courtyard, breath puffing in front of you in little clouds. The boys stand a few feet away, bundled in their scarves, waiting.

But now that they’re actually here, watching you… your heart stutters. Nerves flutter in your stomach. You take a small step back.

Sirius tilts his head, a curious smile tugging on his lips.

“Come on, sweetheart,” he teases, “what is it you’re dying to show us?”

James laughs breathlessly. “Yeah, love, you’re scaring us a little.”

You swallow, nod once, inhale deeply—

And then you shift.

The world ripples around you, magic curling over your skin like warm light, and in a blink, you’re standing on four legs in the snow.

A small, soft deer with your fur dusted with flakes, breath steaming in the cold.

Three pairs of eyes widen dramatically.

For one perfect moment, silence.

Then—

James absolutely screams.

“Holy— Merlin’s scruffy stag— when— how— what—!”

James grabs Sirius’s arm, his eyes wide as if holding onto someone might help him process what he just saw.

Sirius stays frozen, mouth slightly open, completely still, like he can’t believe what he’s seeing.

Remus just blinks, taking a moment to register it all, his expression caught somewhere between shock and awe.

You stamp your little hooves impatiently, looking at them with wide, pleading eyes, as if to say, Well??

James is the first to find his voice, stumbling over words in his excitement.

“When did you even—how did you go through the Animagus process without us knowing— ”

You can’t help it. The thrill of it, the joy of finally revealing yourself, bubbles out uncontrollably, and you jump, bouncing in the snow, spinning and hopping with excitement.

And suddenly Remus breathes out a stunned laugh. “Oh, sweetheart— come here—”

You don’t even let him finish. You gallop straight toward him and tackle him into a soft drift of snow. He goes down with a yelp and then bursts into laughter, wrapping his arms around your warm neck.

“Okay— alright— alright— you’re heavy like this—” he wheezes, still grinning up at you. “Merlin, you’re beautiful.”

You nuzzle his cheek before prancing away, hooves crunching through the fresh layer of snow.

James is already crouched, eyes wide with pure awe and giddy pride.

“Look at you!” he gushes, one hand reaching out carefully to stroke between your ears. “You’re perfect. D’you know that? Absolutely perfect.”

You lick his sleeve and he laughs like a little kid.

Then you turn to Sirius.

He hasn’t moved at all.

He’s standing like someone hit him with Petrificus Totalus, except his eyes are huge and soft and the tips of his ears are pink from the cold.

You trot up to him and blink up at him with wide doe eyes.

He inhales sharply. “Oh… oh no,” he whispers. “You’re— you’re literally the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”

He drops to his knees instantly, hands hovering like he’s afraid to break you.

“I have so many questions— so many— but I can’t think right now because your little face is attacking my soul.”

You poke his side with your velvety nose.

He giggles.  “Oh, that’s illegal— don’t look at me like that— Bloody hell, you’re adorable—”

He finally wraps his arms around your neck, burying his face into your fur. “I’m never letting you be human again.”

You snort loudly, which makes him laugh even harder.

And then—

James shifts into his stag beside you, tall and magnificent, nudging your shoulder with a joyful snort.

Sirius rolls his eyes, stands up, and transforms in a smooth wave of magic — a huge black dog shaking snow from his fur.

You squeak (or… whatever the deer equivalent of a squeak is) and immediately bolt across the courtyard.

Prongs and Padfoot charge after you, hooves and paws thundering through the snow.

Remus stays human, arms crossed, scarf fluttering in the wind, laughing helplessly as you dart behind him for protection.

He places one steady hand on your back.

You press closer to Remus, hiding half behind him, peeking out just enough to flick your ears at the two troublemakers.

Remus laughs and pats your side.

“My brave girl,” he teases softly. “Hiding behind the man who can’t even shift.”

You nudge him indignantly.

Padfoot and Prongs are still waiting for another chase, but both of them stay where they are when Remus places one calming hand on your back.

“It’s alright,” he murmurs. “Take your time. Whenever you are ready.”

You close your eyes. The magic rises again, warm and familiar now, like sunlight curling through your limbs. Your shape shifts. Your hooves sink into the snow and dissolve. Your fur pulls inward. The world tilts once, gently, and then settles.

You are human again.

Your knees fold, and you collapse forward into Remus’s chest, breath coming out in a startled gasp. 

His arms tighten instantly, closing around you with a fierceness that makes your heart swell.

Remus’s hand rests lightly on your back, his voice soft as he leans down. “You alright?”

You lift your head just enough to meet his gaze, still flushed and breathless, and nod. “Yeah.”

Then, with a little nervous grin, you stare up at him. “Soooo… what do you think?”

He lets out a quiet, fond chuckle, brushing a hand through your hair. “I think… you’re amazing.”

You peek up at him through the scarf, a little shy but still glowing with excitement. “You… really think so?”

“I do,” Remus says quietly, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “You were incredible. All of it. I’m proud of you.”

Your chest swells, and you can’t help the soft, delighted laugh that escapes you. “Thank you… I was so worried you’d think it was silly or—”

Before you can finish, a loud chorus breaks through the calm.

“There she is!” James cries, barreling through the snow toward you, his hair dusted with flakes, a grin plastered across his face.

“You have an unbelievable amount of explaining to do, darling,” he announces, although his voice is far too warm to be truly scolding.

You giggle and pull your scarf close, cheeks warm despite the cold. Remus keeps one arm wrapped firmly around you as if he refuses to let you go now that you are back in human form.

“I know,” you say, still breathless and glowing. “I know I should’ve told you sooner. I just… needed to be sure. I didn’t want to say anything until I knew it was real.”

James’ brows lift, but his eyes are nothing but warm. “So all of this… has been going on for a while, then?”

You nod, hands twisting together for a moment before you make yourself meet their eyes. “A little over a month. Pandora helped me with the theory — she’s brilliant, honestly — and she was so patient with me. Every single time I messed up, she just tried again with me.”

Sirius snorts softly, though his smile is fond. “Of course she did. Pandora Lovegood could teach a rock to dance if she felt like it.”

You laugh, cheeks warming. “And Regulus helped too with the practical pieces. Making sure I didn’t try anything too reckless. He’s… very steady. He kept me grounded.”

James hums under his breath, impressed. “So he knew before we did.”

“Only by an hour!” you say quickly, as if it matters. “Today was the first time anything actually worked. And as soon as it did, I ran straight here.”

That earns you three different smiles, all of them soft.

Sirius nudges your shoulder gently. “Good. Because seeing you turn into that little deer might be the cutest thing that has ever happened in my entire life.”

You hide your face in your hands for a second, which only makes James laugh and pull your hands back down so he can see you. “Hey,” he says softly, “none of that. We’re amazed. That’s all.”

Remus’ hand finds its place on your back, slow and steady, his touch radiating reassurance. “You did something incredibly difficult, love,” he murmurs. “And you did it beautifully.”

Your breath catches in your throat, not because of nerves this time, but because of how full your chest feels.

You end up pulled into all three of them at once, completely surrounded and impossibly warm despite the snow drifting around your boots. 

James presses a kiss to your cheek. “I’m so proud of you.”

Remus tightens his hold just slightly, voice low against your ear. “We all are.”

Sirius rests his chin on your shoulder. “Our little Bambi,” he says with a grin you can hear. 

You let out a tiny laugh, too flustered to hide it. “Bambi?”

James grins. “Well, we can’t exactly keep calling you dovey now that we know you’ve been prancing around the forest behind our backs.”

Remus leans in slightly, his breath warm against your temple. “So,” he murmurs, a subtle smile in his voice, “do you want us to stick with dovey… or should we be calling you Bambi now?”

Your cheeks warm immediately. You duck your head a little, trying not to smile too widely.

“I don’t know,” you say honestly, the words coming out softer than you intend. “Either one is fine.”

Sirius snorts lightly. “That’s not an answer.”

You laugh under your breath, nudging him with your shoulder. “I don’t have a preference,” you admit, eyes flicking between all three of them. “If it’s from you, I’ll like it.”

James’ smile softens, warm enough to melt the snow still clinging to your coat.  

“Well then,” he murmurs, brushing a bit of snow from your hair, “come on, Bambi. Let’s get you inside before you freeze.”

[mischievousmoony]

just another morning oct 26 ⋆ free use / aftercare poly!marauders x reader

summary: a typical morning ever since you’ve given your adoring boyfriends free use of your body ♱ 1.8k warnings: 18+ mdni, free use, somnophilia, spit as lube, unprotected p in v, multiple orgasms, creampie, cock warming, aftercare, fem!reader wears a dress, as twovials says everyone subs for remus kinktober masterlist

note: i love this one 🫦

You’re roused by someone kneeling between your legs. His long cock, slick with his own spit, prods at your entrance. Slowly sinking into your warm and welcoming hole.

A low whine stirs in your throat, and you’re not quite awake enough yet to open your eyes. You’re disoriented, lost in a dream-drunk haze, making it ever so hard to make sense of the warm sensation between your legs. All you know is that it’s divine.

“Shh, darling,” he whispers, pressing sweet, soothing kisses to your lips. He stills his hips, allowing you a moment to adjust both to his size and the morning light.

“Rem,” you moan, recognizing him by the feeling of his lips on yours, and how deeply his cock spears you. Your voice is hoarse with sleep, which he finds adorable, his heart swelling with affection.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Remus’s warm brown irises and even warmer smile. Messy strands of his mousy hair fall over his forehead as he leans over you, half concealing the faint crinkle at the corner of his eyes.

“G’morning,” he murmurs, beginning to slowly rock in and out of you. Heat rushes to your core, and you start to breathe in pants as the delicious grind of his hard cock against your gummy walls fully drags you out from your slumber.

Remus supports his weight with his forearm pressed into the mattress by your head, his hand lovingly cradling your face. His other arm snakes beneath you. With his palm flat against your lower back, he presses your naked body firmly into his. Your arms wrap around his middle, too, your nails lightly scratching at his skin.

Remus grunts, slowly picking up the pace of his thrusts. He drops his head to your shoulder to nip at your collarbone. Over his head, you see James watching from the bathroom doorway as he brushes his teeth. When his hazel eyes meet yours, he winks. Shortly after, he disappears into the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

Later, Remus finishes inside you as your walls clench around him, pulsing from your first—and definitely not your last—release of the day.

Remus cradles you against his chest, whispering sweet praise and inviting you to go back to sleep. But he’s woken you up now, and you can hear the shower running. The warm water calls to you, so you leave Remus with a chaste kiss on his lips.

“Jamie?” you murmur as you stumble into the steamy bathroom. He’s already on you by the time the first syllable slips past your lips, tugging you by the wrist under the spray of the shower with him.

“Hi, love,” he says, grinning. He hugs you tightly from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder. You lean your head back to look at him, and he plants a minty kiss on your lips. “Moony didn’t wake you too early, did he?”

“No, ‘m fine,” you sigh, content. The warm water feels wonderful on your skin, and so do James’s hands as they skate across it, tracing arbitrary patterns.

“I bet you are,” James hums teasingly. One of his hands slowly drifts south. You gasp as his fingers part your folds. Remus’s cum is still warm inside of you, and James groans as he spreads it around, his fingers brushing over your clit with every pass.

Whiny, helpless little noises slip past your lips as James teases you. You’re still sensitive from when Remus fucked you mere minutes ago, which James considers, but ultimately it only makes him want you more.

He spins you around to face him, and he walks you back until your skin comes into contact with the shower tiles. You suck in a sharp breath through your teeth because the smooth tiles are unexpectedly cold, but James quickly distracts you from it.

He hikes one of your legs around his hip and continues playing with your clit with his thumb.

“You’re so pretty,” he says, eyes raking over your bare body, mesmerized. Water droplets glisten on your skin as he watches the heavy rise and fall of your chest.

He guides his cock between your folds, circling the head around the sensitive bud before burying himself in your sweet pussy. You moan his name as he begins pounding into you, and you’re glad Remus had you first. Remus is long, but James is thicker, and having him first made it easier for your walls to accommodate James’s girth now, especially with how ruthless James is in his movements.

James has you in the shower until the water runs cold, your fingers have shriveled up like raisins, and the noises you make are nothing but whiny babbles. He has a hand pressed against your pelvis, and his thumb is rubbing tight circles on your clit. It’s already made you cum for him once, and he’s yet to stop. It’s a little overwhelming, enough to make your legs shake.

You bury your hands in his wet mop of hair as he wraps his lips around one of your nipples, sucking greedily. The combined sensations draw out another orgasm from you.

“Gonna fill you up, love,” he grunts, hips stuttering as he nears his own release.

A broken “please” falls from your lips, and with one final, powerful thrust, his hips stall, and you feel his warm release coat your inner walls.

“Fuck,” he groans, lifting his head to press a kiss to your temple. “So good.”

He helps you clean up under the water afterward. It’s slightly uncomfortable since it’s no longer warm, which is why he works quickly, but gently, so that he can wrap you in a fluffy towel and warm you back up with fast strokes of his hands over your goosebump riddled arms.

James continues to take care of you. Applying your morning skincare while you sit on the sink, styling your hair while shooting you occasional warm smiles in the mirror, and even dressing you. He picks out a flowy little dress for you to wear, and that’s it. Wearing short dresses around your home, with nothing underneath, is something you’ve grown accustomed to. It stirs up a certain warmth in your tummy, and your boys love it. Easy access, and all that.

“Beautiful,” James murmurs, pressing a kiss to your cheek before leading you to the kitchen. He sits you down on one of the stools while he starts preparing breakfast for the four of you. Remus is in the kitchen too, brewing James’s coffee and putting a kettle on for himself.

You squeal when a pair of arms suddenly wrap around your waist. Sirius tucks his face into the crook of your neck, attacking you with kisses.

“Good morning, baby,” Sirius says, his voice muffled by your neck.

You giggle, the vibrations from his words against your skin tickling you.

Sirius lifts you from your stool, planting your feet flat on the ground next to it. His hands roam your body, running up and down your sides, massaging your shoulders a bit, sharply smacking your ass.

Your yelp prompts James to cast him a sideways glance. “Careful with her, Pads. She’s had quite the morning already.”

“Yeah. I heard,” Sirius smirks, and a heat to rushes to your cheeks. You’re sure overhearing Remus and James have their ways with you is what has Sirius so worked up—a little jealous, probably—as he pushes your dress up and over your hips. “Bend over for me, sweetheart,” he instructs, and you do as he says. Bracing yourself over the counter.

Remus keeps his eyes on you the entire time Sirius fucks you, casually sipping his morning tea as if he’s not rock hard in his trousers. You try your best to hold that eye contact, even with your cheek smooshed against the granite by Sirius’s hand in your hair.

Sirius angles his hips so that the thick head of his cock bumps into that sensitive, spongy spot with every thrust. Your legs shake violently, and if it weren’t for the counter and Sirius’s bruising hold on your hips, you’re not sure you’d still be standing.

An arm circles your waist. Sirius’s fingers dip between your folds, and you cry out in pleasure as he circles your clit.

“Gonna cum for me?” Sirius asks in that heady voice that makes you feel dizzy.

James is finished cooking breakfast by then. He passes by with plates of food, placing them on the wooden table in the corner of the room. On his way back, he stops at your side, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. When he straightens back out, Sirius grabs him by his shirt and tugs him into a sloppy kiss. James threads his fingers through Sirius’s dark hair, pulling on it sharply. Sirius promptly cums inside of you, and your orgasm follows shortly after.

James has a smug little smirk on his lips as he finishes setting the table, but Sirius is only focused on watching his cum leak down your thighs.

With two fingers, he collects the creamy liquid and stuffs it back in your poor, overused hole.

A broken whine parts your lips, and Remus, still watching, frowns. Sirius’s fingers brush across your oversensitive clit, and your whole body shudders violently.

Sirius chuckles, but Remus takes pity on you.

“Enough teasing her,” he says, putting down his mug.

“She’s still eager for it, the way she’s squeezing my fingers,” Sirius responds, pumping them inside you again.

Remus sighs. “Come here, lovely,” he says in a gentle command, opening his arms.

Sirius is quick to let you go, knowing it’s a command for him as much as it is for you. You melt into Remus’s embrace, his long arms enveloping you in his warmth.

Remus presses his lips to the crown of your head. “That true?” he murmurs. “Still want more after we’ve all fucked you?”

You hide your face in his chest, embarrassed. A low chuckle rumbles through him.

Remus guides you to the table to enjoy the delicious breakfast James made for everyone, and to sit you down on his cock, hard still from watching you take Sirius’s.

As you sit pretty on Remus’s length, your boys dote on you. Remus rubs any tension from your shoulders, peppering little kisses on the back of your neck as he does. Sirius whispers sweet nothings to you as he massages your scalp. The sensation is so delightful, you have to fight your eyes from rolling back so you can focus on the breakfast James feeds you. And the syrupy kisses he gives you between bites of pancake.

It’s pure bliss, and whether or not you’ve always been a morning person, you sure are now.

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