#polymarauders x reader

[novvabee]

telling the marauders it’s small…

MDNI-theres a lot

James

the moment was silly really, both of you being giggly and playful. you were on top of james, both stripped of your clothes, down to your underwear, in the middle of a heated makeout session. you couldn't help the slight movement of your hips on his, feeling him hard beneath you. you were grinding down just enough to elicit a deep and breathy moan from james.

"oh sorry," you said, breaking to catch your breath. you thought for a moment, deciding to lean into the playful mood. "it's just, i couldn't feel it, it's just so small." you giggled.

james's brows shot up and he smirked up at you. "oh yeah?" he replied and before you knew it you were flipped in an instant, the room spinning as james pinned you beneath him. with the positions now reversed, he ripped your panties from your body, shoving his boxers down and lining himself up with your enterance. you were taken off guard, gasping as he slid himself through your folds and coated himself in your arousal.

"you wanna take that back?" james asked. you hesitated for a second, and james took this as his sign to slam into you, the stretch burning so good. he instantly found his mark as he hit your g-spot over and over again, not taking his time, not giving you time to catch up.

your back arched and you cried out, dragging your nails down jame's back in response. james hooked your legs over his arms, pistoning in and out of you at a rapid speed. nothing but james's name and pornagraphic moans fell from your lips, filling the room along with the sound of his heavy balls slapping against your ass.

he was clearly proving you wrong, joke or not. reaching spots inside you that you didn’t even know were there.

“j-jaaamess!” you cried as he hit that spot deep inside you, making your eyes roll back.

“i’m gonna ask you again,” he said, tone lowering an octave, husky and seductive. “you wanna take that back?” he punctuated each word with a harsh thrust into you, your poor pussy being abused for your earlier mistake in thinking he would take the joke.

“yes, yes-fuck,” you sobbed, “i didn’t mean it!”

james’s smug face lowered to yours, stopping a hairs width away. “yeah,” he said, pausing his thrusts to gently place a quick kiss to your lips, “that’s what i thought.”

Sirius

sirius had added a messily written 'condoms' onto your grocery list which allowed for the perfect opportunity to mess with him.

"condoms?" you asked, standing in the doorway to your bedroom and waving the grocery list.

sirius chuckled, half naked with a towel wrapped around his waist, fresh out of the shower. "yeah, we used the last of them last night." he stated, throwing a wink in the mix.

"oh, ok well," you paused, stepping into the room, "what size? medium?"

sirius raised a brow and scoffed. "medium?'' he repeated back to you. you tried your absolute best not to crack, not to give up the joke just yet. "do you think i have a medium dick, sweetheart?"

you glanced down to where the towel covered him, as if you had x-ray vision and shrugged. "i mean, its average."

sirius's jaw dropped, he too looked down, envisioning what was beneath the towel. "average!?"

you gave him a teasing pout, "oh, baby," you cooed, "its ok. the big ones scare me anyway." with that you couldn't help the smirk that creeped on your face.

before you knew it, you were on your knees in front of sirius, towel long forgotten, dick shoved down your throat. it was a joke, but you were wrong, dead wrong, sirius was definitely not medium.

you could feel his size in the way your jaw ached to accommodate him, in the way you constricted around his mushroom tip that he was forcing down your throat over and over. tears fell openly down your cheeks at the burn.

"oh baby,” he mocked, “whats a matter?" he looked down at you, giving you a faux pout as he forced you to take more of him. your hands flew to his thighs, nails digging in and making sirius hiss in reply. "what happened? you were so feisty a moment ago. cat got your tongue?"

he pulled back slightly, not all the way, just enough for you to gasp down some air. gagging and coughing, you looked up at him through your tear damp lashes, silently pleading for him to ease up.

"you wanna take what you said back?" he asked, a bite to his tone.

you nodded your head the best you could with his hand gripping your hair and his cock shoved down your throat.

"good," he hummed, "then lets keep that mouth full so nothing stupid comes out of it again, yeah?"

Remus

you were feeling a bit more on the brave side today, otherwise you would have never said it, never tested him like this.

he was already fucking you, manhandling you from position to position. his trusts were precise and calculated, each one a pleasureful assault on your cervix.

he flipped you, on your hands and knees now as he adjusted, lining up with your entrance again before plunging in.

it took everything in you not to moan out at the sensation, biting your tongue as you waited until he bottomed out before asking, "is it in yet?"

remus paused for a moment, everything still and tension in the air. he laughed behind you. to be fair, he probably did find it funny, but he couldn't let you get away with that, couldn't let a comment like that slide.

that's how you find yourself on the ground, facing your floor length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, chest pressed to the ground and hips being held by remus fucking into your already abused cunt. you had a perfect view of him railing you, watching with lust blown eyes as his dick split you in half.

"r-remmy," you whined out, feeling your walls clench around him.

"nah," he panted "don't 'remmy' me." he drove himself into you harder as if to prove his point. "you did this to yourself."

you fisted the fluffy rug beneath you, gripping the fabric to ground yourself to something as you felt your orgasm fast approaching.

remus grabbed a fistful of your hair and pulled you up, your back meeting his chest as he continued. he forced you to look down at where the two of you connected, seeing the prominent bulge in your lower tummy as he pounded into you over and over.

you moaned at the sight, at the feeling, at everything.

"look at that," he said into your ear, his breathing ragged and strained from the workout he was getting, "theres your fuckin' proof its in, yeah?"

this has been sitting in my drafts for so long and i need to put something out for y'all so, please accept this as a peace offering while i work on sugar sweet and the tattoo pt 2

[moonysravenwhore]

baby daddies - poly!m

bfpoly!marauders x f!reader warnings: use of y/n, implied that reader & marauders have sex , implied unprotected sex (don’t do that!), teenage pregnancy

over the past week, your boyfriends started to notice weird behavioural changes with you. when they planned to call you out, you beat them to it and vomited in their toilet. way to announce a pregnancy.

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

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the first one out of the three to notice was james. it might’ve just been because he very much worried about your mental health all the time, or maybe his general protective instincts over you - but he immediately knew something was wrong. so that day, before you woke up and came to find the three of them, he stopped remus and sirius in the dorm.

“guys, did either of you notice anything up with her yesterday?”

remus shook his head. “don’t think so. why? did she seem like she wasn’t okay?” he asked gently. james shrugged, replied “not sure, but it was different.”

“different how?” sirius chirped in, clearly panicked.

“don’t know, i didn’t literally notice anything physical. but it was just.. i dunno.. different.”

sirius relaxed instantly, then kissed james on the cheek with a smile. “i’m sure she’s fine. could’ve just been grumpy, or is she on her monthly cycle?” he said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

“gross. shut up, don’t call it that,” remus scoffed, hitting sirius lightly on the shoulder, to which sirius flipped him off and left the room, clearly off to find you. he turned back to james. “don’t worry too much about her, she’s tough. m’sure whatever it is she’ll handle it. just.. let me know if you notice anything else, okay?”

james nodded, and followed remus when he also left the dorm.

another two days had past, and this time it was sirius who noticed. in the great hall at dinner, you sat opposite to him like normal - james and remus next to him too. it didn’t take two seconds for sirius to notice that you looked rather pale, and weren’t eating. “hey, baby.. you okay?” he whispers, looking down at your plate, full of food that had only been pushed around. “i don’t feel too good, lost my appetite.” sirius frowns.

“do you wanna go upstairs? i could get jamie and remus too.. we could just hang out, or whatever you wanna do,” he suggests softly, reaching over the table to hold your hand.

“m’okay. think i’ll just go to bed. i’ll ask lily to come with me so i’m not alone.”

he nods, mouthing an ‘okay’. but when you had stood up and walked further down the table to find lily, he turned to james.

“so uh.. love, i think you might’ve been right yesterday.”

james raised a brow. “about what? i don’t remember what i said, sorry,” he answered, mouth still half full with food.

“that somethings wrong with y/n.”

“well, we should talk to her then,” james said obviously.

“wouldn’t that seem a bit much? maybe just one of us should go,” sirius suggests.

remus replied with, “i’ll do it,” and immediately began to stand up.

“woah, woah. we haven’t planned this yet. we’ll sit and discuss all the little things we’ve noticed - if there are any, then you can give her a little speech with input from all of us.” james shrugged.

sirius rolled his eyes at james. “bloody lovesick,” he muttered under his breath.

the next day came by sooner than ever, and per james’ request, they formulated something for remus to say to you, that did in fact contain input from all three of them.

in the morning, they were sat in the dorm. thankfully, it was the weekend. meaning, no lessons — more time to get the speech over and done with.

“i do wish you luck, love” james said to remus, kissing his knuckles.

“yeah, i hope she doesn’t kick off at me or—“

he was cut off by you bursting through the door and running past the three of them and into the bathroom. three sets of wide and curious eyes followed your swift form.

“y/n?” remus quickly asked, rushing after you, only to immediately hear sounds of gagging, and vomiting. “oh, godric!” james cried out, and pushed remus out of the way to get to you, crouching down adjacent to you and holding your hair out of the way, then began rubbing your back. remus and sirius followed him and stood slightly further away, not to crowd you.

you leaned away from the toilet and wiped your hand on your mouth. the three boys softened and looked at you. james was still rubbing your back “you okay?”

“mhm.. uh, sorry i.. i didn’t come in here to vomit in your toilet,” you sighed, “i was already on my way up to talk, then just.. it came over me faster than i expected.”

“that’s okay, darling,” remus replied, and james nodded. in the meantime of comforting you, remus started to get out his toothbrush and some toothpaste that you could use so that you couldn’t taste the vomit.

but only sirius focused on one particular thing that you said. ‘to talk’. to talk about what?

“what did you want to talk about, baby?” sirius asked gently, hoping it wasn’t too touchy now that you had been ill.

“i uh.. that’s the thing, so.. i think i’m pregnant.” you said it all too fast, and literally everything froze.

remus dropped the toothbrush and toothpaste both on the floor, which landed on his foot. james’ hand instantly stopped its movement on your back, and sirius’ jaw dropped wide open.

”you’re WHAT?!” the three of them shouted in sync.

“well.. i’ve been really ill, and i haven’t had my period, so it’s only a guess.”

“bollocks,” james said, facepalming.

sirius let out a, “huh,” and then bit his lip in thought.

“what?” you asked.

“so.. if there’s three of us, and it can’t be all three of us… who the hell is the dad?”

james and remus looked at eachother with wide eyes. “crap, hadn’t even thought of that” remus said.

“does it really matter, sirius?” you ask, clearly irritated that he didn’t seem to be taking it very seriously.

“uh, yeah. obviously. i bet it’s me,” he boasted.

james snorted, “it’s definitely not.”

“and why’s that?”

“cause it’s definitely me!”

“you’re both wrong, i think it’s me!” remus cut in proudly.

they started to bicker, getting louder and louder by the second.

“SHUT UP!” you shouted, to which they responded with instant silence. “thank you.”

“no but seriously, how will we know who the dad is?” sirius asked, crossing his arms and leaning back against the bathroom counter.

“pretty sure that muggles use dna tests?” remus suggested.

“i could get pomfrey to do that magical version of that. cause there’s a spell which means i’d know before i even give birth to the baby.”

“that’s wicked,” james commented, and then frowned when he was met with three lots of glares. “okay, not the time, sorry.”

“so you’re keeping it?” remus enquired.

“i don’t see why not. we’re stable, my mum would probably help.. and one of my dreams has always been to be a mum. plus, only one more year of hogwarts.” you shrug. “this is also only a hunch. i could be wrong, i’m just 99 percent sure that i’m right.”

“i’d be okay with it, if it makes you happy, y/n.” james said from next to you, pecking a kiss to your temple.

“me too.”

“me too.”

“you guys are my everything, you know?” you say. “genuinely can’t imagine where i’d be right now if i wasn’t here.”

“what, on our bathroom floor?” sirius remarked, grinning.

“you know what i meant.”

remus finally picked up the toothbrush and toothpaste, “cmon, love. come brush your teeth. don’t wanna taste like vomit.”

you climbed off the floor with james’ help.

“how ‘bout we all get ready and then go to hogsmeade? we could go get ice cream if you want,” james says with a wide smile.

“i’d like that,” you respond, taking the toothbrush from remus. james also stands from the floor and wipes his pants off.

sirius moves out of the way so that you can reach the tap. when you wet the brush, you lift the it up to your mouth and just before you start brushing, you turn around and look at the three of them. “isn’t it strange that you’re all my baby daddies now?” you say with a smirk.

“godric, ew. don’t refer to me as that ever again,” sirius states dramatically.

“what? you are though. my three baby daddies.”

james flushed even more the second time around, and remus just chuckled.

you were in for one hell of a pregnancy with these three around.

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a/n: okay i am absolutely obsesseeeed with this so does anyone want this to become a seriesss??

[roze-latte-zz]

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Charecters x charecter included aswell!!

[hooplewrites]

Otitis Acuta (ch.2 of platonic!Marauders x healer!reader)

Summary: Hogwarts, 1978. You have a knack for healing magic and run an underground infirmary for students who don’t want to give explanations to Madam Pomfrey.

In this chapter, you reminisce about the first time you gave the Marauders a hand.

The first time the Marauders had come to your practice, Lily Evans had been with them. In fact she’d been the one to bring them to you, having previously enlisted your help with her stress-induced headaches.

“…why are Potter’s ears oozing pus?”

“Hexed him,” Lily informed you without an ounce of hesitation. “Please help. I’ll pay you.”

Your eyes widened at the unabashed confession, but you supposed you understood. Potter was a handful. Their entire friend group was a handful, and you couldn’t help but wonder why all four of them were there in your dorm, even though James was the only injured one.

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[po3tbbygirl]

La La Land 🎞️

CHAPTER 1 (Remus Lupin x fem!oc)

content warnings: industry pressure, burnout, self-doubt, mental exhaustion, career struggles, substance use (drinking and hella smoking), anxiety, unhealthy habits. The weather was dreadful.

a/n: just a lady with micro bangs

"I don't know, Marlenne," the brown-haired woman sighed, lighting her second cigarette of the day with shaky fingers. She flicked the lighter closed, its metallic click sharp in the silence of the room. "The entire crew is going mad! The production company is breathing down my neck about the new script, and no actor wants to work with me. No wonder, though—I can barely pay ten pounds an hour!"

"Blair, I'm so sorry things are going south..."

Blair exhaled a cloud of smoke, staring at the crumpled coffee cup on her desk. It was still half-full, but she hadn’t touched it since the morning. She appreciated Marlenne's attempts to comfort her, but after so many reassuring words, a part of her wondered if she was truly cut out for this industry.

"Marlenne," she sighed again, her voice quieter now, "I love you, but can we continue this another time? I have class in half an hour, and my car broke down this morning."

"...You're taking the tube?”

Blair didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she set her phone down on the table with an audible thunk, her delicate wrist brushing the edge of the chair. Twisting her hair into a messy bun, she left her bangs to frame her gaunt face, the angles of her cheekbones more pronounced than she remembered.

"Yikes," Marlenne muttered on the other end before the line went silent.

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Blair stared blankly at the page in front of her, her textbook open to a discussion on color theory.

"…Directors and cinematographers use color palettes intentionally, employing techniques like color grading to enhance visuals. For example, vibrant hues might represent fantasy or optimism, while desaturated colors evoke realism or bleakness…"

She sighed and ran her hand through her hair, her bracelet sliding loosely down her wrist. The paper felt impossible, and her stomach churned slightly—not with hunger, but from the coffee she’d been sipping since morning. Tossing her pen aside, she stepped onto her small balcony, cigarette already in hand. The chill of the evening air seeped through her thin shirt, brushing against her skin like a reminder of how much the temperature had dropped.

Suddenly, her apartment door slammed open.

"Hey! We're leaving in ten—what the fuck?!"

Blair turned her head lazily to look at Marlenne, who stood wide-eyed in the doorway. "What?" she muttered, blowing out another puff of smoke.

Marlenne waved the air in front of her face dramatically, coughing for effect. "How many of those have you had today, Blair? Jesus. The balcony’s practically a chimney."

Blair rolled her eyes, tapping the ash off her cigarette. "Second one," she said flatly.

Marlenne raised a skeptical brow. "Second one since I got here, maybe."

Blair ignored the comment, blowing another stream of smoke into the cool air.

"What do you mean, 'what'?" Marlenne mocked her tone with exaggerated indignation. "I told you I’d take you to meet some people!"

Blair’s posture stiffened. "What?! No, Marlenne! I can't! I need to finish this assignment, get Minnie’s project done, and get my shit together before the prod company meeting—"

Before Blair could protest further, they were both tearing through her closet, pulling out clothes at a frantic pace. Blair found herself frowning at a pair of jeans Marlenne tossed aside—ones that used to fit better than they did now. Eventually, they settled on a backless top paired with dark-wash jeans. Marlenne handed her favorite Mary Janes with a smirk.

"For luck," Marlenne said with a wink.

Blair muttered something inaudible but allowed herself to be swept into the bathroom. Marlenne expertly fixed her disheveled hair, applying quick but flawless makeup.

"Who even are these people?" Blair asked, watching her friend in the mirror.

Marlenne froze mid-swipe with her mascara wand, giving her a blank stare. "Did you even listen to me earlier?"

Blair blinked and offered a sheepish smile. "No..."

Marlenne rolled her eyes. "You’ll thank me later."

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"So... what's this nutter plan of yours again?"

"You know the guy I told you about from my childhood?" Blair glanced sideways at Marlenne, her expression curious.

"Jace?"

Marlenne rolled her eyes dramatically, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "James. It's James, not Jace, okay? Anyway, I saw him recently in a coffee shop, of all places. You know how I am, right? I can’t keep my mouth shut for more than five minutes, and of course, he’s the same way. We started talking, and I couldn’t stop asking about what he's been up to. And it turns out, he’s been working with some people who would actually be really honoured to work with you."

"Yes, honored. They saw your Dreamer thing—"

"The Dreamers? No one saw that!" Blair laughed, incredulous.

"Hey! Four thousand views on YouTube is not ‘no one,’ alright?" Marlenne shot back, half-laughing herself as they rounded a corner and neared the entrance to Seb's place. "You have no idea how many people in this industry would kill for that kind of exposure. Four thousand’s a decent start."

Blair shifted her weight, still unsure, but Marlenne didn’t seem to notice as she pressed on. "Anyway, Lily and Sirius—remember them from the old neighborhood? My other childhood friends—are both desperate to get into the industry. They’d do anything to break in. I’m telling you, they're perfect for this. And listen, I know how much you value your creative freedom, but there’s this other guy, Remus. He’s an amazing writer, seriously.” 

Blair rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "And James?"

"Well, James, yeah. He said he can help with... whatever you need, really. He’s got connections, knows a few people. He can open doors for you, if you give him the chance."

Blair stopped for a moment, looking hesitant. She didn’t like the sound of it—something felt off, but Marlenne’s enthusiasm was contagious.

"Look," Marlenne continued, her voice a little softer, trying to reassure her, "he’s just a rich kid who doesn’t want to live off his dad’s money, alright? He wants to prove he can do something on his own. He can help finance some of your stuff. You need someone with a little money to throw around if you’re serious about getting into the industry, and he’s a good guy, Blair. Just... trust me on this."

Blair stared at her for a moment, eyes narrowing, before letting out a sigh. She didn’t like depending on anyone, especially not someone she barely knew anymore. But Marlenne had a way of making things sound so simple, even when they weren’t.

"Alright," Blair muttered, pulling her jacket tighter around her, "I’ll think about it."

"Good!" Marlenne grinned, proud of her persuasive skills. "And trust me, you won’t regret it."

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“And all of that is going to be… a musical?”

Remus was stunned, to say the least. His eyebrows furrowed, and he leaned forward slightly, as if trying to understand what had just come out of Blair’s mouth.

Blair didn’t notice his shock at first. She was busy chatting with the bartender, her usual easy smile on her face as he served her another drink.The rest of the group at the table was in full celebration mode, laughing and talking excitedly about their new project. As Blair had explained what she wanted the movie to be about, they had all eagerly jumped at the chance to work on it, their enthusiasm palpable. But Remus seemed a bit... taken aback.

“Yes… a musical," Blair said, finally turning her attention back to Remus. She tilted her head slightly, a playful glint in her eyes, "Marlenne said Sirius has some decent writing skills, and if we cut some expenses, we can get someone else to work with him. Make the project work, you know?"

Remus nodded slowly, still processing the idea. "What are they called, then?"

Blair’s lips curled into a slight, almost secretive smile. "Huh?"

“Your characters… what are they called?”

Blair looked around the dimly lit pub, her gaze lingering for a moment before it found the bartender, who was adjusting bottles behind the counter. She smiled at him, a brief flicker of familiarity in her eyes, then turned back to Remus. "Oh, um… they’re Mia and,” she hesitated, before adding, “Sebastian."

Remus couldn’t help but let out a short, surprised laugh. Blair's grin only widened, clearly enjoying his reaction.

"Really?" he asked, a little amused. "Sebastian? As in..."

Blair shrugged casually, almost nonchalantly. "Yep, as in my favorite bartender. I thought it had a nice ring to it." Her slender fingers wrapped around her drink with ease, a small movement, but one that caught his attention. Her posture, too, leaned just slightly, as if too comfortable in her own skin.

Remus chuckled again, his eyes lingering on her for a moment before he spoke, charmed but still processing. "I see. So, Mia and Sebastian... sounds like a star-crossed love story, huh?"

Blair let the question linger, her lips curving into something playful but unreadable. "Maybe. Or maybe it’s not what you think at all." She gave him a look that made it hard for him to tell whether she was teasing or just keeping him on edge. She leaned back a bit, the edge of her shirt falling loose at the sides, and Remus couldn’t help but notice how it subtly hugged the lines of her frame.

He gave a little smile, though a part of him felt slightly intrigued by her quiet confidence. "You like keeping people guessing, don’t you?"

Blair didn’t immediately respond, and instead, she took a slow sip from her glass, her eyes meeting his with a calm that only deepened his curiosity. "Maybe I just like to keep things interesting."

There was a long pause. Remus opened his mouth to speak again, but before he could get another word out, Blair was already moving away, slipping through the crowd without another glance.

He stared after her, unsure whether he should follow.

[novvabee]

ok, ok, hear me out, Marauders finding out that Reader has a praise kink???

also do you do emoji anons??🩷

I absolutely can🩷!!! this one is a little bit shorter but i hope you like

James

with james i think praise would be a two way street, he loves praising you and loves to be praised. sex with him sounds like pure worship, a sermon of praise all night long.

james would find this out instantly, the first time you slip into bed together, he was there, singing your praises. it was sweet and soft, much like every time, but the moment he muttered out "you look, so beautiful, fuck." you were putty in his hands, falling apart.

he is telling you how good you feel, how amazing you are, and if he tells you he loves you while inside you, you're done for.

but the same goes for him. if you're saying how good he's making you feel or how perfect he is, he's filling you up until you are full, overflowing. throw in a little "good boy" after riding him and he is rock hard, ready to go another round instantly.

Sirius

ok... as i have said and will say until my last breath, sirius is mean. he is much more into degradation than praise, but that just makes praise from him that much sweeter.

he noticed how much you like praise, so he is sure to praise you a TON during aftercare, but during, he is mixing his degrading remarks with little praises.

sirius is usually fucking you to tears, saying "such a perfect little slut for me, yeah" while making your eyes roll back into your skull.

he calls you a whore or a slut, but he is always sure to add "my little" in front of it, claiming you and taking the edge out of the words, making sure there isn't as much of a sting in his harsh words. and it works.

as he coaxes orgasm after orgasm from you, hes saying something like "come on pretty girl, i know you can do better than that."

Remus

i think remus is the praise KING.

remus notices this quite early on into your relationship and doesn't bring it up, he just silently observes how your breath hitches when he compliments you calling you "pretty girl" and then later using this knowledge in the bedroom, throwing in a little "good girl". he can't help but notice the way your cunt flutters around him.

he is constantly reassuring you, telling you how good you are making him feel, how you're taking him so well.

no matter if he is soft or rough, he is making sure you are praised enough to be cumming on his dick with just his words. his tone of voice depending on the roughness, he is either commanding, saying "use your words like the good girl i know you are." or he is sweet and almost awestruck "fuck, so perfect for me."

i want to write a full fic on this now for poly!marauders

thank you 🩷anon

[novvabee]

I need to hear your take on Marauders and overstim! wether you think they would be the one receiving or giving??

i have really never gotten so many requests at the same time for a topic lmao

James

i can see BOTH because this man in into marathon sex 100%

i think that he would overstimulate himself by continuing for hours, making you and himself cum over and over again, not satisfied with only a couple in one night. james wants to make sure you're full and dripping his seed into the sheets all night long.

james could spend hours upon hours just pulling orgasm after orgasm from you, and he would every single time if you’d let him. i’ve said this before and i’ll say it till i die, he gets off on just getting you off, it’s his favorite hobby and past time. he loves hearing you moan and whine under him, loving when your sounds become increasingly louder and higher pitched each time he gets you to cross the finish line.

but that being said, james is the most likely to be the one who would be a whiny, whimpering mess under you as you take the reigns, riding him to oblivion over and over, not stopping when he'd already pumped you full, painting your walls, spilling out of you and down the base of his cock. he'd beg, for what he wasn't sure, for you to keep going? to stop? more? no more? all in one? needless to say overstim makes james's brain melt and malfunction.

Sirius

again, sirius has a dacryphilia kink so… making you cry and squirm away from him is like music to his ears. this isn’t his favorite way to pull tears from you, but if it works it works.

i could see sirius tying you up and pressing a vibrator to your sensitive cunt, mocking your cries and pleas for him to let up and give you a break. he would press a tiny bullet vibrator to your clit and hold it there, each time you cum, he turns up the setting.

you're pulling against the restraints and squirming in place, trying your best to run from the assault to no avail. he would't stop even when you were shaking, thighs and hips spasming uncontrollably.

he would be so lackadaisical about it, almost bored, dragging the vibrator up and down your cunt, collecting your juices then bringing it back to rest firmly on your clit. he would also be mocking you the whole time, saying things like "such a whiny brat" and "so greedy, you just love being tied up and slutty for me, yeah?"

he would finally stop once the settings looped back to the lowest setting and your sobbing, body going limp at the sudden relief, chest heaving and the sheet soaked.

Remus

i think that this would happen leading up to or right after the full moon. he would have so much pent up energy, hormones, and aggression and needed you to allow him to use you to take it out on.

i think that on a normal day, fucking remus would require a lot of stamina, you have to keep up with him and that means you are cumming at least 4-5 times in one fuck.

remus doesn't do quickies, he simply can't, needing you over and over and over.

all this being said, i think that remus would have an unspoken rule that you have to cum on his mouth, his fingers, and his dick all in one night, every time. but near the full moon, it's doubled, tripled even.

he would have you bent over the bed, your juices forming a white ring around his base and running down your legs onto the floor. he would continue on all night until you were fucked useless, brain not fully working, dumb and begging for him. he loved seeing you in this state, not getting to see it often, but it made him absolutely feral.

once he finally gets you in that floaty, cloud nine state, then he would cum himself, pumping you full (i think he would have a slight breeding kink but that is a different story) and knowing that you weren't going to be walking tomorrow.

i feel like writing a full fic for poly!marauders on this topic

[moonysravenwhore]

baby daddies - poly!m (pt.3)

bf!polymarauders x f!reader warnings: mentions of pregnancy, reader is a pregnant teen

with prior help from pomfrey, you now know which one of your boyfriends is the biological dad of your baby. it turns out remus isn’t great in some serious situations after all.

pt1 pt2 pt3 pt4

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remus awoke with a squint, head feeling heavy, and the sound of distant murmurs filling his ears that he could only just make it out. when had he got to his bed? and who was in the room? he couldn’t remember anything after pomfrey’s words.

“so it’s definitely remus then? he’s the one?” james asked, or atleast remus thought it was james — he couldn’t tell.

“bloody hell, moony’s only gone and done it then. so the tosser passed out after pomfrey told you?” — definitely sirius.

“is he awake yet?” james asked, peeking around the door from the bathroom. “oh! you are! hi, you okay?” james asked, smiling ever so delicately.

“mhm.. just, head hurts.” remus gestured toward his forehead with his hands whilst sitting up in his bed. then you and sirius came out from the bathroom and sat on the end of the bed. leaving james stood awkwardly in the middle of the room.

“sooo..” sirius started, before pursing his lips. he looked around at the three of you, waiting for the right moment to say anything.

james sighed from behind him. “just say what you’re thinking, sirus.”

sirius nodded, keeping his lips pursed for a minute. when he opened his mouth to talk, you cut him off, “i want you all to know i’m not about this,” you mumbled.

“why would you be mad?” james asked, brows furrowed.

“because.. i’m pregnant in school? i don’t know.”

the three of them nodded, and remus reached to grab your hand. “i’m not mad that it’s me, either, y’know. just shocked, s’all.”

sirius snorted. “yeah, just a bit.” to which remus rolled his eyes.

“how we gonna sort this out then?” james asked, finally coming over and also taking a seat on remus’ bed.

“sort what out?” sirius questioned.

“us.. the baby, you, him, her, me.. lessons? ..are we gonna live together? and what about—“

“okay, okay. everyone calm down,” you said, sharing a gentle look with all three of your boyfriends. “i’m gonna talk to the girls tonight. and i’m thinking about going to mcgonagall tomorrow.”

“mcgonagall?! are you bloody mad?” sirius asked, face feigning shock.

“i know she’ll help. and.. it’s not like she doesn’t know that this.. is a thing.” you offered, nodding your head at the four of you.

“she’s right, pads,” james said. he rubbed his forehead and pushed his glasses up his nose. “mcgonagall could be really helpful. like.. we could maybe get a bigger dorm, and she could get some time off school while she needs it, but still living here so that we can help out.. and.. whatever else we need.”

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after a very long conversation, you decided to return to your own dorm to tell the girls the final news, and update lily on remus — and your plans to tell mcgonagall in the morning.

the second you opened the door, mary pulled you over to your bed, where marlene was waiting. “lily has told us that you have something to tell us,”

“lils, i told you that you could just tell them that—“

“no, it’s yours to tell!” she chimed in from her bed, shutting her book. “i wouldn’t want to steal your spotlight. s’not fair.”

“okay, uhm.. thank you, then.” you cleared your throat awkwardly, looking between mary and marlene.

“so basically..” you took a deep breath, “i’m pregnant and remus is the dad,” you said quickly. then all the questions fired at once:

“huh?” marlene asked, tilting her head.

“did you just say pregnant?” from mary

then lily, “and wait, remus?! seriously, i thought it’d be sirius!”

“no, remus makes sense!” mary said. she smiled sweetly. “i’m so incredibly happy for you, love. wait, you are happy right?”

“yes. i’m thrilled.” you answered without hesitation.

“good.. we’re all here for you, throughout this awesome journey.”

lily skipped over to your bed and crushed you all with a jump, “group hug!”

“lily, NO!” marlene squealed.

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a/n: i am so incredibly sorry with how long this has took me to post. i have been SOO inactive cause i was reading tcoptp again. hopefully like 2 other parts coming this week???